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little-writing-drabbles · 1 year ago

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ᖫ Interview ᖭ

Ask: N/A

Type: x reader

Word count: 4,244

Reader: gn, no pronouns specified

TW: death, description of a murder, mutilation (not reader), mental illness potentially, mention of a car accident, not proofread, grammar, probably really shitty

Sunsets were always your favorite. You remembered when you got your first car in high school and you would drive up a mountain in the outskirts of your town and would watch the sun set almost everyday. It helped you relax on bad and stressful days, like the sun was taking it away from you, leaving the moon to keep you company. You loved the colors, the orange and yellow of the lowering sun mixing with the blue sky and shades of purple and pink color the clouds, making them look like cotton candy. It was peaceful. You didn’t watch the sunset as much as you used to, work takes up a lot of your time.

Your job isn’t one you liked talking about or telling people, in simple words, you were a true crime podcaster. Researching crimes took up a lot of your time, you needed any and all details you could get your hands on, news articles, accounts of the people involved, witnesses reports, interrogation footage and even crime scene photos were things that were important to recounting cases to the public. You were thankful two of your friends had offered to help you with your research to not overwork yourself. Your relaxation time was interrupted when your phone rang, reaching into your cupholder where your phone sat, you picked up your phone to read the caller ID ‘Melody’. You sighed a little and answered her call, the sound coming out of your car speaker.

“Hey Melody.” You couldn’t hear anything coming from the other side, causing you to sit up in your seat and fiddle with the volume, “you there?”

“Where are you?”

You covered your ears quickly, after messing with the volume knob, you had left it on max volume. Melody’s voice boomed through your car and you quickly turned it down. “Hello?” You sucked in a breath through your teeth.

“Yeah I’m here”

“Are you ok? What happened?”

“I couldn’t hear you so I messed with the volume and blew my eardrums out.”

“Dumbass.” Melody laughed. You fixed your jacket on your shoulders and listened to the thump and rustling from Melody’s side of the call. “You never answered my question.” more rustling, “Where are you?”

“Beach, watching the sunset.”

“Did you edit the footage?” You froze as you shuffled in your car, “You haven't even started yet huh.”

“No!” You rubbed you'd face and turned your car on. “I'm heading home now ok, I'll start working on it.” Melody hummed.

“Good, Ive given the other two videos another watch through and fixed a few things here and there and now I just need to make thumbnails for them.” You nodded and to took to the road to head home, watching the sunset from the passenger window in glances.

“Ill be home soon, Ill text you when I finish editing ok?”

“Alright, dont forget to eat something”

“I won't, text you later.”

“yeah, by biatch.” You laughed as Melody ended the call and you pulled into your driveway. Quickly getting inside before the cold wind picked up. You let out a sigh of relief as you turned on a few light that lead to your living room where you set up your computers for editing.

You waisted no time in sitting down and turning on the computer to get to work editing on the footage you had already uploaded into Adobe™. You out on your headphones and played to footage right see what you gas gotten, preparing for the first watch though.

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“Hello ladies and gents, welcome to ‘The Dark Truth: A Candid Conversation with Convicts’. A series where I sit down with criminals and ask them about their crimes from their perspective.” You shuffled in your seat as you motioned to the person in front of you. “I'm sitting here today with Max Watson.” Max nodded and he sat straight in his chair in front of the mic that you had set up in front of him. “Max there's two sides to your story and I want to split that up and take it in parts.”

“Ok.” Max stared at you as he spoke, making you squirm a little in your chair. Max had an intense stare, chocolate brown eyes bore into you as he waited for his turn to speak.

“There was a point in your life when things at home weren't doing so great, how old were you?” Max sighed as he thought.

“I would say…” Max bounced his head from side to side as he remembered back to his life before being locked up, “I would say when I was about sixteen.” He nodded, content with his answer.

“Can you tell me about your life before then?”

“Well, for a majority of my life I grew up on the west coast on the cliffs right next to the beach in a beach house, we moved there when I was nine, my sister was six I believe?”

“How close to the beach were you? Was it a town or just a house?” Max tapped his nose a little before looking at you.

“It was right there, like there was just a road between my front yard and the carved in stairs that led down to the beach.” Max used his hands to map out the layout of his house on the table.

“Did you have neighbors?” Max titled his head to the side as he scratched his head, tangling his fingers into his hair that matched his eyes.

“I had like one, I think.” Max placed his hand back onto the table as he lifted his head to an upright position, “They weren't super close but not far either. My mom hated it.”

“She hated the beach house?” He nodded.

“Yes, my mom has a very intense fear of the ocean, she never wanted to move into that house.” You opened your mouth to speak but Max beat you to it. “My dad didn't care, we moved anyway.”

“Did they argue about it?”

“Of course. My dad was an architect and he made that house we moved into.”

“Were you upset when you moved?”

Max shook his head while you readjusted yourself. “No, I was a daddy's boy, if he wanted to move then I would follow without a second thought. And he made that house for me.”

“He made it for you?” Max nodded, “how so?” Max's eyes seemed to sparkle as he rubbed his hands together, excited to tell the story.

“I had always seen people surf in movies and tv and I wanted to learn how and told my dad about it all the time and so he designed a beach house for me.” You nodded a little. A cute memory of Max and his dad but you reminded yourself where you were both sitting.

“Do you think people are living in that house now?” He shrugged.

“I don't know, honestly it makes me angry to think about that. That the house my dad made for me is being lived in by other people.” You nodded in understanding.

“Can you tell me about your mom? Were you close?” Max whined a little and shook his head sheepishly as he scratched his head. He chuckled a little before placing his hand on his thighs.

“I didn't really care for her.” Max looked down at the table, “She was in the way most of the time.” Max looked back up at you, “my sister was always with her.”

“They were close weren't they.”

“Yeah.”

“Tell me about your sister?”

“Not much to say, she was in the way too.”

“You don't love her?”

“Not really.” Max shook his head and almost shivered at the thought, “She wanted to be a detective so she was always talking about clues and mysteries. I know she loved Sherlock Holmes. Called me her Watson and all but made me play detective with her.”

“This beach house, did you ever learn to surf?” Max perked up at your question and nodded excitedly.

“I did.” Max leaned in, “my dad got me a surfboard and I spent all morning everyday out on the water learning.” Max smiled fondly at the memory, “I would stay our and watch the sunrise all the time, and the sunsets were just as devine.”

“Wow, it must have been beautiful.”

“Oh always.” Max tapped the table a little, “I loved it, I would watch the sunset almost every day.” He sighed before scratching his hand, “not always but at least I never missed a sunrise.” You nodded as your rubbed your arms and stretched your back.

“i'm assuming you got better over the years?”

“Yes, I was doing surfing competitions by the time I was in High School. My dad would go but my sister and mom never did.”

“Mmm. So while you got better your mom got worse.”

“Yeah.”

“How bad did it get?”

“She got really pale, she never went out because you would just be looking at the ocean so she only ever went out to the backyard but it wasn't often.” Max scratched his head again, “She and my sister would beg to move so mom could get better but my said would just tell them ‘we're not moving’ to their faces.”

“Why didn't your mom just have her family come take her away?”

“She wasn't close with her family ever, like no contact so she didn't have anywhere to go.” You hummed a response and tapped the table a little.

“What happened when you were sixteen?”

“My dad died.” Max's voice was flat as he stared at you, almost glaring at you for asking. “Car accident, he was coming home from town at night and was hit by a group of teenagers that were driving on the wrong side and my dad swerved but so did they and they pushed him off the side of that cliff.”

“Did you know the teenagers that were in the car?” Max clenched his teeth and began grinding his jaw before nodding.

“All of them were in my English class.” Max shook his head in a disapproving way, “They couldn't even look at me.” Max shuffled in his chair and clenched his fists to calm himself down, “They tried for weeks to apologize and make it up for me but I wasn't gonna let them.”

“Their apologies wouldn't bring your dad back.” Max looked at you stunned.

“Yeah.” Max couldn't be angry anymore, he looked around awkwardly before looking back at you. “It was really hard for me, I guess it was also hard for my mom and my sister.”

“You were the man of the house at that point.”

“I was, my dad left me a majority for his things and the house, while my mom and my sister got some money.”

“Did you keep surfing?”

“I had too.” Max stared at the mic in front of him, “Surfing was my thing. It helped me cope.”

“Things didn't get better with your mom after your dad passed, did they.” Max shook his head.

“No, I was sixteen when my dad passed and eighteen when my mom lost her vision.”

“Your mom listed her vision? Was it an eye disease?”

“No, it was self-inflicted.” You raised your eyebrows in shock, “I look a lot like my dad and when he passed my mom didn't have many ways to cope, I don't know if she didn't try or it wasn't working but she started calling me Willas–my dads name–and kept telling me to not go outside and stay out of the water and telling me that we should move away for Max's safety and I was sick of it honestly.”max shrugged as he waved his arms about slightly before leaving then. on his lap.

“So what did you do?”

“I told her to leave me alone.” Max shook his head, “I thought her fear of deep water was annoying at this point and since I was of age all of the things my dad left me were now in my possession including the house.” Max rubbed his face as he leaned forward again, “so since I was so fed up I grabbed her arms-” Max held one of his forearms and shook it lightly, “ like this and I started dragging her out of the house, telling bee that if she wanted to stay in my house she needed to get over her fear because I wasn't gonna leave.”

Max let his arm go and propped his head up with his arm on the table, “I didn't get her out of the house but I got her to the front door and she lost her marbles and broke down. My sister was out at the time and she had just gotten home and got really mad at me.”

“She helped your mom back inside?”

“Yeah,” Max rubbed his temples, “a few days later I went out into town to get a few things and even a new board and when I got home I saw my mom on the kitchen floor with a bunch of cleaning products and she was holding this like,” Max moved his hands in front of him to make a cylinder as he thought, “it was like a soup take out thing and she lifted it up and poured it on her face so it would get into her eyes.” You covered your eyes in discomfort before looking back at Max.

“It was cleaning products, wasn't it.” Max nodded in conformation.

“Yeah, I called 911 and they confirmed it there and when they had asked her why she said I saw the ocean I saw the deep over and over again.” Max scratched his forehead, “My sister was mad at me that I didn't stop her and well I don't blame her for that.”

“Why not?”

“Because I had ample time to stop her, and I just didn't want to.”

“What was going through your head at that time?”

“I just thought, well maybe if dies she won't be such a nuisance but she didn't and that's when I called 911.” Max glanced down at the mic before looking back to you, “I watched her cry for about…” he shrugged “like almost five minutes.”

“Did your sister ever forgive you for that?”

“Eventually yeah, she shouldn't have.”

“So this was a pretty dark period in your life you'd say, right?” Max hummed a response “Is this where you had met your girlfriend.” Max nodded quickly.

“Yeah, it was a year later.”

“Where and how exactly did you meet her, your girlfriend.”

“Oh.” Max looked at you stunned again, “No one's asked that before.” He picked at the table a little before leaning towards the mic “Well, I met her–my then girlfriend– on the beach while surfing.” He leaned back in his chair a little, “She was new in town and she was on the beach watching me and when I got out of the water to go back home she stopped me and asked me to teach her.” Max shrugged.

“And you said yes?” Max laughed a little.

“Kinda, I thought she was pulling my arm so I said meet me here tomorrow at 7 AM and then I'll teach you. And she did.”

“And a love blossomed?” You smiled and Max smiled back.

“It did, but I always felt like it was too fast.”

“like you got into the relationship too fast?”

“Yeah, it was only like I wanna say,” Max shrugged his shoulders as he looked around. “like a month later?”

“A month? Did you ask her to be your girlfriend?” Max shook his head quickly, a slight look of panic on his face.

“No no no she asked me.” Max interlocked his fingers with his own. “I would have waited for much longer than a month.”

“I think it's time I asked you the big question.” Max nodded and smiled, “why are you in prison.”

“I'm in prison for killing my girlfriend of four years and her sister.”

“How long were you and your girlfriend in a relationship before you killed her.”

“Four years.”

“That’s quite a while.”

“It was the longest relationship I was in, yes.”

“Why'd you do it?” Max shrugged again.

“Lyla loved her sister, they were joined at the hip. I knew she loved her because she told me but I never knew just how involved Sidney would be.”

“Sidney was the sister?”

“A huh.” Max nodded as he shuffled. “It was after the first year of us being together that Lyla told me her sister would be moving in with her and I didn't mind because—well what was I gonna do—and Lyla kinda kept blowing me off after that.”

“How so?”

“Like we would make plans to hang out and I would either be stood up or she would bring Sidney without ever letting me know.” Max ran his fingers through his hair and sharply exhaled, “I forgave her and let it slide multiple times before I brought up the issue with her and I said ‘Do you want to break up with me?’ and she was super confused and asked me why I would bring it up and I told her,” Max fixed his posture and tapped the table.

“You've been bringing your sister everywhere with us, or straight up ignoring me. I don't mind that you're hanging out but I want your attention sometimes too, just the two of us because I haven't lately.” You nodded along with him. “I like when people are direct with me, to tell me what bothers them or what they need from me so having to sit Lyla down and listen to me was important.”

“Did she stop?” Max tilted his head in confusion, “like did she spare some time for just the two of you?” Max shook his head.

“No,” He shrugged, “well she did but it was just for one week and even then she was texting her sister constantly.”

“And when did you tell her this?”

“It was two years into the relationship, then a year went past and I sat her down again and said ‘I already told you once, I want your attention sometimes too and you didn't listen to me, why?’ and she tried to defend herself and shit but it just caused the argument to escalate.”

“Did you hit her?”

“No, but I grabbed a vase that was near me and threw it at the wall and left, which isn't great either.” Max shrugged again, “I regretted it after I got home.”

“When did you decide you wanted to kill her sister Sidney?”

“Honestly after she moved in with Lyla. Like I saw how close they were and how I was being pushed to the side I just, “ Max sighed. “I never shook the idea off and as the years went on it only made more sense to me that she should die.”

“What happened that day?”

“We were hanging out at her house and for once I thought, finally I can have her to myself for a little while, and then she looked at her phone really quick and told me, Sidney’s coming home soon so we can all hang out–and my first reaction was to get up and leave because I was getting sick of it, I wanted out and Lyla begged me to stay and I did.”

“What did she tell you?”

“Just to stay and hang out, that it would only be a little while but she said it in this very sweet way and couldn't say no. And then when Sidney got there she all but shoved me to the side as she went to greet her as if she doesn't live there with her and I said I was gonna go to the kitchen and make myself something to eat and Lyla looked at me and responded with ‘get me and Sidney something something eat too will ya darling?’ and that shit got on my nerves.” Max rubbed his face before continuing.

“I had wanted to make myself a sandwich but I could hear Lyla and Sidney laughing in the other room and I couldn't focus on anything besides the fact that I wanted her dead.” You felt a chill run down your spine as you listened, keeping poker face on you let Max continue. “Like I grabbed a knife and looked at it as I thought about it and it wasn't long before Sidney got up and left again to the store or whatever and Lyla called me out to the living room and I went.”

“Did killing Lyla cross your mind at all?”

“Briefly, in that moment when I stood behind her I thought ‘do I really want to kill my girlfriend? yeah’ and then I turned her to look at me, covered her mouth with my hand, pushed her down and stabbed her.”

“How many times did you stab her?”

“At least six or seven times, I didn't really count but I wore myself out, I was tired so when she stopped moving I got up and sat on the couch next to her.”

“Were you waiting for Sidney to come back?”

“Of course, I killed Lyla but I wanted Sidney dead too. I waited for about fifteen minutes before Sidney got back and I stood by the door.”

“Did she scream when she saw what you did?” Max shook his head once more.

“No, Sidney was looking at the ground when she came in and turned her back to where I was standing–” you cut Max off.

“Where were you standing?”

“I was by Lyla's body, like I wasn't trying to cover it, I wanted Sidney to see Lyla like that.”

“Why?” Max shrugged and you nodded as a chill ran down your spine again.

“I just wanted Sidney to see her like that, and when she did I covered her mouth with my hand and pushed her against the door before stabbing her too.”

“Did you know you were gonna get caught?” Max nodded.

“I did but I didn't know how long it would take.” Max scratched his hand, “I washed the knife, got into a change of clothes and went home, it was kinda late so I just entered to bed.”

“How were you caught?

“Lyla had nosy neighbors and she lived more in like an actual residential area so they probably heard the screams I don't doubt it.”

“Where were you when you were caught.”

“Take a wild guess.” Max laughed a little and you felt the blood drain from your face. “I was out on the water, I figured they would come the next day but I wanted to surf one more time before I was taken in.”

“What did they say?”

“They just waited on the beach and told me to come back to shore and I took my time so I could watched the sunrise and I did. I didn't fight or resist I just wanted this over with, even with the interrogation, the dude just hadn't even sit down and I told him.

“You told him you did it? What did you say?”

“Yea I just said ‘your here because of Layla and Sidney Rowland, they were found in 736 Coral Road, yeah I killed them.’ and he was stunned.” There was a long silence between you and Max.

“What's your sentence, Max.”

“Life without parole.”

“How many years into your sentence are you?”

“Three years, I'm 25 now.”

“Do you regret killing Lyla?” Max stayed quiet for a while.

“Sometimes. I really did like her.”

“Would you do it again?”

“Kill? Yea.”

“Thats all the questions I have, thank you for sitting down with me Max.” You stood up from the table you were sitting at and held your hand out to him. Max stared at your hand before looking over to the prison guards standing and watching you both.

“Can I shake their hand?” The guards looked at one another and nodded, giving him the green light. Max reached over and gave your hand a shake before standing up and making his way to the guards while you collected the mics. “It was nice talking to someone Y/N, thanks.”

You looked up at Max who was being escorted away and you gave a nod. “Thank you for sitting down with me.” You and Max shared a laugh.

“As much fun as I has with this interview and talking to you, I hope I never see you again.” Max spoke with seriousness that left you a little shaken.

“Why not?”

“I like getting attention all to myself, I get used to it very fast.” You dropped the smile on your face and Max shot you a playful wink before laughing at your reaction and following the guards back into the building. You quickly walked over to your camer that stood on it's tripod and you stopped the recording.

You were starring at your own shirt on the computer monitor. You rubbed your face as you were put back in that prison with Max. The things he told you as he left burned into your mind and made your stomach feel funny. You took off your headphones and put them on your desk before walking over to the large floor to ceiling windows and stood there, looking out to the dark ocean that spread out right across the street.

#oc #Max Watson #criminal oc #murderer oc #oc x reader #character introduction

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little-writing-drabbles · 2 years ago

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⊰ Cheater Cheater

Pumpkin Eater ⊱

Ask: N/A

Type: x reader

Word count: 4,578

Reader: gn

TW: reader was cheated on, loose threat about killing someone(not reader), grammar, lmk if I missed anything

A/N: happy birthday bestie :)

It's cold. Very cold.

You weren't wearing warm clothes when you left your house that night. A large thin t-shirt and some old equally thin sweatpants as you walked barefoot down the darkened sidewalk. Snow occasionally crunching under your feet did nothing to provide warmth as you rubbed your arms. Gusts of cold wind sent more chills through your body as your tear stained cheeks seemed to freeze over.

Night walks were your favorite, the quiet stillness of the town you lived in felt nice. Being awake while everyone else slept felt like a certain type of freedom that made you nostalgic, for the times when you were a kid and would leave home early for road trips when the highways were empty.

You never took these walks alone most of the time, you were always accompanied by him, Issac.

Issac.

His name echoed alone in your head as the lonely and cold weather on the outside matched the empty void you felt in your chest. Your heart aching as you walked with his name replay in your head made more tears escape your eyes and freeze to your cheeks and eyelashes as you walked. You needed comfort, needed someone by your side that could calm you down and hush you to peace, someone who could hug you and let you cry into their chest till your voice was sore.

You knew who could do that, your best friend. He's been by your side for as long as you remember and the only one you stayed when you and Issac started dating. He was the one you would always run to for everything, from bad ideas to good news he was there. Now here you were, standing outside his house, while a shaking hand reached up to run the doorbell, waiting for a response.

It took a few seconds for the door to open, your best friend's face looking at you with confusion before it quickly morphing into one of panic and worry as the door opened wider. "Fucking Christ Y/N did you walk here in that?!" your friend wrapped an arm around your shoulder and quickly brought you inside, slamming the door shut as he directed you towards his couch.

"Harlan…" Your voice was weak as you called his name. He couldn't hear you over his own worried mumbling, running from the kitchen to his bedroom where he emerged from with giant blankets in his arms. Harlan swaddled you up with the blankets, wrapping them around your torso and legs as he went back to the kitchen.

The warmth of Harlan's house and the blankets felt nice. You forced yourself to clear your throat and look over to the kitchen where Harlan was, looking through his cupboards for the tea bags. "Harlan?" You asked a little louder this time and Harlan looked over to you.

"Yeah?" His voice was soft and gentle.

"Can you sit with me?" Your voice cracked after a small hiccup and Harlan smiled a little at you before nodding.

"I will, but i'm gonna make you something warm to drink first ok?" You nodded and swallowed the lump in your throat as you sunk back into his couch. Taking deep breaths to stop yourself from breaking down crying again. Harlan was quick with the preparation of the tea he was making you, he knew how you liked it. Slightly sweet with honey instead of sugar.

He set the mug down on his coffee table before turning his attention to you, his blue eyes reading you like a book as he unswaddled you to free your arms so you could drink what he made you. You adjusted yourself to sit right and watched Harlan as he brought the mug to your hands. "Drink, you need to warm up." You stared down at the mug and you felt your lip quiver.

"I don't want any."

"I wasn't asking." Harlan was stern but still gentle, nudging the drink towards you while you stared down at it. Not saying a word. "Just a sip and I'll leave you alone." You still remained silent, eyes watering slightly as you looked at Harlan who's shoulders dropped. "Either you drink it yourself or I'll help you." You looked down at the mug again and placed your cold hands over his warm ones. Harlan stayed silent as he guided the mug to your lips as you took a drink.

The heat of the chamomile tea spreads through your entire body, seeping into your bones and melting away the cold and leaving you warm. Harlan pulled the mug away when you had your fill and reached over to put it down on the coffee table. "Can you tell me why you walked-" You threw your arms around Harlan's torso, pulling him into a tight hug that stopped him in his tracks.

He looked down at you briefly with wide eyes before it all came crashing down. Tears forced themselves out of your eyes, you wailed as you gripped and tugged at Harlan's shirt. He didn't stop you, Harlan placed one of his arms around your back while the other went to the back of your head, holding you in place against his chest as you cried into it.

Neither of you know how long you cried into his chest for, neither of you really cared either. You let go of Harlan and pulled yourself away and wiped your teary eyes and runny nose with your arm, keeping them covered as a string of sobs and hiccups followed after, only stopping when you felt a light tapping on your elbow. You looked towards the object that did the tapping only to be met with a tissue box, "don't be gross about it." You said nothing at Harlan's comment and only took some tissues to get yourself cleaned up, even if it was a little bit.

Harlan left the tissue box next to you as he laid back into the couch and crossed his arms, not minding the large wet stain on his chest. "He cheated on me…" Harlan froze a little and turned to you shocked as he processed what you said. You held a clean tissue to your eyes as you hiccuped, "Issac cheated on me…"

"Fucking bastard." You turned to Harlan who leaned over his knees, his elbows being the only thing propping him up as he hung his head low. His voice was dark and laced with poison at the idea of Issac hurting you. Harlan always had bad vibes off of Issac, something lingering in the air when he would see you both together, a false smile and sweet words that made teeth rot.

Harlan mostly disregarded Issac and kept his distance, he was your boyfriend and who you dated was your choice. The sour taste in his mouth only worsened when you had told him to stop texting you because Issac thought you would cheat on him with Harlan. It seemed stupid thinking about it now, Harlan hated cheaters and even the smallest idea of him cheating on or being someone's side piece sickened him. Harlan remembers when you told him that, it stung to hear it from you but you would have never guessed by the way he laughed in your face about your request.

"How did you find out?" You turned your head to face your friend, he hadn't said anything for the last few minutes. You wiped your eyes with more tissues as you reached into a pocket you added to your sweatpants and pulled out your phone.

"My coworker, she went out to the bar with her friends and I was getting ready for bed and she sent me pictures of him with some other girl and asked if that was Issac" you opened up your messages and handed it to Harlan. He took your phone and scrolled through the picture your coworker sent. "She said she was gonna find out more and she did, there's a few of them where they're kissing and shit…" Your voice broke at the recollection of the pictures, the image of your, now, ex boyfriend kissing another woman while you were still together made your heart break more and your blood boil.

Harlan reached over and rubbed your back while you started to cry and wail again as he continued to look through the pictures, shaking his head as he stared at them. While looking through a picture, a small detail caught Harlan's eye. He stopped rubbing your back momentarily and zoomed in while you watched a little confused. "What is it?"

"Is that…" Harlan swiped through more of the pictures until one popped up with a clearer version of what he was looking at. "Holy shit, I think that fucking Naomi." You perked up at her name, immediately gluing yourself to Harlan's side trying to look at what he was seeing.

"Naomi? Her? How do you know?" You bit your nail as Harlan handed you back your phone, zoomed in on a tattoo the girl had on the back of her neck.

"I only know one person who has a neck tattoo of two spiders making a heart with their legs," Harlan trailed off as he saw you stare at the tattoo with shaking hands, your vision starting to blur again. "And that's Naomi." You hiccuped slightly as you just closed your eyes, your head falling forwards until the phone screen hit your forehead. You didn't have the energy to cry anymore, your head hurt and your throat felt sore, all you could do now was sob quietly and shake your head.

Harlan slowly reached over and took the phone from your hands and pulled you into his chest where you continued to cry. He rested his cheek on top of your head while he held you tightly in his arms. "I'm sorry, Y/N." You froze at his voice, lifting your head a little to catch your breath and in an attempt to look at him. "You never should have gone through this." Tears welled up in your eyes again and you went limp in Harlan's arms. "I'm gonna kill them." Harlan let you go abruptly and went to the front door, preparing himself to go out.

"No, Harlan don't please."

"Why not!" Harlan snapped at you, all the anger he tried to hide came rushing out of him. "Both of them know what they're doing! Yeah-if you didn't know Naomi has a fucking boyfriend!" You shook your head and whipped your eyes.

"Just leave it alone please?"

"No!" Harlan walked back to you and crouched down, firmly grabbing your shoulders in his hands. "Y/N you've given up your friends for this guy, almost gave up your family for this guy." You dropped your head down as he spoke, he had a point, "You're gonna have to give me a better reason to stay because I will commit first degree murder." You laugh at his words.

"Can I stay here tonight?" You lift your head up to look Harlan in the eyes, he lets go of your shoulders and nods.

"Yeah, you can stay." He stands up and starts to take his jacket off as he walks towards the coat rack, "Why don't you take a hot shower?" You stayed quiet as you lifted the blanket over your head and laid down on the couch. "It's not much but maybe it'll help you feel better." You groaned a little before uncovering your face and looking up towards the ceiling. Staying quiet until Harlan came into view, leaning over the backrest of the couch, "You can sleep in my bed."

"Where will you sleep?"

"The couch probably, or if you want me in the room with you I can set up on the floor." You sat up and rubbed your head a little. A shower did sound nice. You stood up from the couch and waddled over to follow Harlan as he walked into his room.

"I don't have clothes here, are you gonna let me borrow some of yours?" Harlan nodded without looking over to you, currently occupied with finding some of his clothes you could wear for the night. "What about underwear?" Harlan grimaced as he looked up from the drawer to you.

"Unless you wanna wear the same pair your wearing now you might have to wear some of mine." You bit the inside of your cheek as you nodded, looking down at the t-shirt and pajama pants he had in his arms, "What's your call?" You thought about the options Harlan had given you and let them bounce around in your head.

"Yeah ok I'll take a pair." Harlan nodded and put it on top of the folded clothes and handed it to you. You held the clothes to your chest as you went into the bathroom to take your shower. You closed the door behind you and dropped the borrowed clothes onto the sink ledge before looking into the mirror and staring at yourself.

You looked horrible. Red puffy eyes, runny nose, tear stained cheeks, chapped lips, messy hair. You hated how you looked, what you became, you hated what Issac did to you and the thought of it made your blood boil. Your train of thought stopped in its tracks when you heard a knocking on the bathroom door, "Y/N I got you a towel." You opened the door and looked at Harlan who held a towel out to you, you grabbed it from his hands and threw it on the floor behind you before walking closer to him for comfort again.

"Harlan?"

"Yeah?"

"Did I do something wrong?" You heard him sigh as he hugged you tightly.

"No, you didn't." His voice was monotone and the tight hug he held you in became tighter making it harder to breathe. "Take your shower." Harlan let you go and gave you a firm pat on your shoulders before walking into his room.

You closed the door again and stripped naked to get into the shower. The water was cold, then warm, then hot. You stood under the shower head, letting the water fall and run down your back, over your chest and down your arms and legs. You didn't know how long you were there for, soaking in the now lukewarm water. You jumped suddenly when a hard knocking came from the door, "Don't fall asleep Y/N I still have to brush my teeth." You rolled your eyes at Harlan's comment and decided to finish up your shower quickly.

Now fully changed into a new set of clothes, you walked out of the bathroom and into Harlan's room with your old clothes bunched into a ball. "I'm out." you looked down at Harlan who had set up a sleeping spot for himself on the floor. "How long did it take?" Harlan shrugged as he kept his attention on his phone.

"About an hour."

"An hour?" You looked at him shocked as you dropped your clothes in a small corner away from everything else, "You let me stay in there for an hour?"

"In my defense I didn't realize it was an hour until I checked the time." Harlan propped himself up on his elbows as he dropped his phone on to the floor. "How are you feeling?" He asked quietly and you shrugged.

An 'ehh' was all you could muster as you sat down on his bed and layed down, "Thanks for letting me stay over," Harlan nodded and laid back down, raising his arms over his head, stretching. "I don't really wanna be home when Issac gets back." Harlan groaned as he covered his face.

"I forgot you live with that piece of shit." You said nothing as burrowed your face into Harlan's pillow as he stood up.

"Brb, gonna brush my teeth." You hummed a response and looked around Harlan's room. It had been a while since you'd been there, framed pictures of him and his mom, pictures of him when he was still in high school and on the baseball team, his graduation cap he spent hours painting with Plankton along with the words 'I didn't think of getting this far'. There was a new picture hanging on his wall, it was you both in your graduation robes. He liked that picture.

"Has he texted you yet?" You jumped a little and turned to Harlan who was standing in the doorway, lazily brushing his back molars. You shook your head as you sat down on his bed again.

"No, and I hope he doesn't either." Harlan shrugged as he went back to the bathroom and you got yourself cozy under the covers. Harlan came back into the room and closed the door, letting out a yawn as he collapsed in his makeshift bed.

"I'm gonna go to sleep, you can stay up tho ok?" You watched Harlan get ready under the blankets and turned off the light when he stopped moving. "Oh, Y/N, if you need anything you can wake me up ok?"

"Ok." You heard Harlan shuffle under his blankets and you laid still on your side. Turning the brightness of your phone down you noticed a new notification on your lock screen. A text message from Issac. You rolled your eyes as you opened it.

'Hey baby, where are you?'

'out'

'it's late, tell me where you are and I can pick you up'

'no im good where I am'

'baby your being weird are you ok? come on it's late'

'I thought you were busy'

'busy?'

'yeah'

'I guess you were just busy sucking faces with Naomi'

You sent Issac the pictures your coworker sent you and waited for his response. The three dots appeared and disappeared over and over until Issac finally gave you a response.

'woops'

Woops? Was that really all he could say? A fucking, woops?

'I'm picking you up, lets talk ok?'

You didn't respond. There was nothing to say and you didn't want to see him. You put your phone down and covered your face with your arms. Angry tears burned your eyes and the oxygen left your lungs, leaving you struggling to breathe as a way to not wake up your friend who was on the floor in the same room. Hiccups and tiny sobs came from you as you hugged the pillow you used for comfort.

You laid there for hours, unable to sleep as you stared at the moonlight that creeped in from closed blinds. You eventually sat up and moved down on the floor and scooted closer to Harlan, accidentally bumping him causing him to stir. "It's me." You whispered and Harlan faced you before laying down again and nodded, relaxing again.

You grabbed a blanket from the bed and curled up against Harlan's back, that was enough to soothe your pain and let you finally fall asleep.

You felt a warm spot on your face, slowly opening your eyes, you quickly shut them and turned away as what was once soft moonlight was now bright sunshine. It blinded you when you opened your eyes and you quickly sat up. You yawned and rubbed your face as you looked to your side to see Harlan still asleep next to you. Looking around, you found your phone on the floor and you crawled over to pick it up, looking at the time when you opened it. 1:30pm. You sighed and leaned over to shake Harlan's leg.

"Hey, Harlan." He didn't move. "Harley," You called out to him louder as you shook him more forcibly and he stirred, his face one of discomfort. "Wake up." Harlan whined a little as he grabbed his blanket and threw it over his head and he stilled. You rubbed your eyes a little and heard him shuffle a little, taking the blanket off of his face.

"What time is it?"

"1:33," Harlan sighed, "so past noon." Harlan groaned as he sat up, droopy eyes looking down at his legs before he turned to you. His once styled blonde hair was now a wild ball of mess and knots. "still sleepy?" he nodded silently and rubbed his eyes.

"I'm gonna shower, find whatever to wear." Harlan got up and left the room, a towel dragging behind him. You sat on the floor for a bit longer as you messed around on your phone, no text from Issac either, good. You eventually got up and rummaged around Harlan's wardrobe for something to wear, you settled on a pair of basketball shorts and a band-tee you've been wanting to steal from him.

You walked into the small kitchen and helped yourself to whatever Harlan and his roommate had in their stock. A few empty cupboards marked the split for each of their groceries and you ignored it, not wanting to wait for Harlan to clarify which was which. You found a half empty box of Reese's Puffs and helped yourself to a bowl.

Once settled you sat down at the table and began eating your cereal. While you ate, Harlan emerged from the bathroom in some jeans and a tank top, his hair still dripping water. "Whatcha eating?"

"Reese's Puffs." You said blankly and Harlan walked into the kitchen.

"Was there any left?"

"Yeah." Harlan nodded as he grabbed the box and made himself a bowl, leaning against the kitchen sink to eat it. He stared at you back for a bit before speaking up.

"How are you feeling?" You shrugged.

"Upset, angry."

"I heard you crying last night."

"Sorry to wake you."

"Don't be." You and Harlan stayed quiet, individually eating your cereals. You had already finished and were sloshing the mill around with your spoon, "Did he text you?"

"Yeah."

"Bullshit I bet." You opened your phone and opened Issac's message, leaving it face up on the table.

"Read for yourself." Harlan walked over to the table and sat next to you taking your phone in his hand to read it while he ate like an old man with the morning paper. Harlan froze as he read your short conversation, shaking his head and dropping your phone down onto the table, taking his aggression out on his cereal.

"What a prick."

"I wanna hurt him."

"What?" Harlan turned to you confused and surprised, your puffy eyes had a dark aura to them as you pushed your bowl away and looked your friend in the eyes.

"I want to hurt Isaac Santana." You interlock your fingers with one another as you lean closer. "I want him to feel what I have ten times over. I want to make his life crumble." Harlan stared at you while you looked on emotionless and unblinking, "I want it to be hell on earth for him." Harlan's shoulders dropped and his head hung low as he swallowed his but and put his plate down.

He leaned against the table and kept his head up by resting it against his hand, a dark smile on his face. "What are we gonna do?"

"We?" You asked confused. "Your helping me?"

"Of course, well, if you want me to, that is." You leaned back in your chair and smiled, you were glad Harlan had your back on this.

"Issac has an inflated ego, we should target that first." Harlan nodded in understanding, "I think he wants me to make a scene about it at school or if not at least at home, I'm not gonna do that." Harlan tabbed his chin as he thought. "Do you think he and Naomi are a couple?"

"I don't think so but we can't confirm it yet. Naomi is pretty vocal about her love life and I haven't seen anyone talk about her breaking up with her boyfriend." You nod. "So, Issac probably doesn't want you to move on, right?"

"Right, he'd want me to beg him for answers and forgive him again-"

"Again?" You bit your lower lip at the simple question and you nodded as you looked at Harlan.

"We've been fighting a lot for the past few months and uhm…" you scratched your neck a little as you looked down at your hands, "he would give me a half asked apology and follow it up with sweet words and I would just forgive him." Harlan's shoulders dropped.

"Why didn't you tell me before?" You shrugged as you looked at him.

"I thought things would get better with time. That and he doesn't like the idea of me finding comfort in anyone else, especially you." Harlan nodded.

"That checks out." you both stayed quiet for a while. Harlan went back to his cereal that was now soggy and finished eating it before leaning back in the chair, crossing his arms. "Wait that's it." You look at him.

"What's it?" Harlan turned to you.

"He doesn't want you moving on, he doesn't want you to rely on anyone that isn't him-so, rely on someone else." You shook your head confused.

"Elaborate." Harlan stood up and began pacing in front of the table.

"You haven't seen him at all today or last night, so I'm thinking, we make it seem like you've already kinda moved on." You opened your mouth to speak and Harlan raised his hand, "Wait I'm not done," you close your mouth and crosses your arms across your chest, "He follows you on your socials, so you posting shit like 'I'm so glad your here with in my rough time, I love and appreciate you' attached to like a picture of you and someone else would have him seething. Even better if the picture is with a man." Harlan stood in front of the table and you nodded at his plan. It was good, it would work for sure.

"Why a man?"

"Build it up enough and you can pretend to date him, preferably after a short amount of time, like a few weeks or a month."

"Ok, one problem, I'm not close friends with any dudes besides you and I doubt one of my girl friends would want to dress as a man to make my ex jealous." You shrugged as you spoke, "at least for a long amount of time." Harlan nodded and thought for a minute, placing his hands on his hips as he walked in circles in front of you. He stopped walking soon after, the answer was in the problem.

"Well that's just it isn't?" You looked at Harlan confused.

"Huh?"

"The answer is right there, you don't know anyone willing to help out but I do." You glanced off to the side before looking back at Harlan and motioned for him to continue. "Me." Your eyes widened as you leaned back in your chair.

"You would do that?" Harlan looked confused as he nodded. "Are you really sure?" Harlan rolled his eyes.

"I wouldn't have offered it if I didn't mean it." You looked down at the table and hugged your torso, thinking over the idea of you fake dating your best friend. Harlan could see the wheels in your head turning as he smiled brightly and took the seat next to going again. He propped his head up with his arm again and you looked up at him as he tilted his head to the side, his friendly face turning into a mischievous one. "Y/N, would you allow me the pleasure of being your fake boyfriend?"

#oc #oc x reader #fake boyfriend oc #Harlan Liu #character introduction

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little-writing-drabbles · 2 years ago

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How would the Ezekiel feel if mc felt pressured to some of the Christian related habits he does; liking praying before eating, reading the bible, other stuff like that.

He wouldn't bring it up at first. Ezekiel isn't one to force anyone, let alone MC, to do what he does. If he sits down to eat and starts praying that doesn't mean MC has to.

Definitely watches MC more often now after catching them copying his habits. What else do you do? Hes curious.

After a while Ezekiel would bring it up. "Since when do you pray at the table?" Hes not angry, but he's not happy either. The only reason he does what he does is because it's a habit that was drilled into his head since he was a child. Ezekiel would reassure MC that they don't have to copy him when he does things like that but he won't stop you if you do.

#oc #oc x reader #ezekiel alinac #eldest brother #yandere #yandere oc

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little-writing-drabbles · 2 years ago

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𓆩Tickets𓆪

Ask: N/A

Type: × reader

Word Count: 2,571

Reader: GN

TW: reader is in an established relationship, insinuated nsfw through a story, knife mentioned even if it's fake, chasing people with knife, insinuated cutting people with same knife, reader is into the knife stuff, did two sweeps of spell check but that doesn't mean it's proofread, lmk if I missed anything

A/N: HEY WHAT'S UP. GUESS WHO'S NOT DEAD? ME. I'm hoping I'll get off my ass and actually write stuff to post here. I'm working on stuff I swear I'm just always stuck thinking about writing, thinking about oc/making new ones, and when I DO write I get a great idea for something else. It's rough.

"Otto come watch movies with me!" You rushed out of your shared bedroom with your boyfriend. Zooming past the man who was typing away at his computer with a textbook open on one side, and a notebook on the other as you went straight into the kitchen. He didn't respond for a small while as you searched the cupboards for the microwavable popcorn you kept stashed up. "Otto?" you stopped your search temporarily to look over to the man who stopped his typing once he felt your eyes on him.

His shoulders visibly tensed, "Uhm, can't. I have my paper to write, remember?" You rolled your eyes a little and went back to your search. He relaxed once you looked away and he sighed a little, "Besides you only wanna watch horror movies." He resumed his typing.

"Well duh!" You suddenly appeared in front of him and slammed your hands on the small round table he was working at. The loud slam and shaking of the table made Otto jump back in his chair. He looked up at you with a slightly frightened face, "It's October, which means I can EXCLUSIVELY watch horror movies." Otto's fright slipped away and his eyebrows furrowed together as he stared at you.

"You do that anyways- '' You stood up straight and stuck a hand out to hush him.

"Hush Otto!" You spoke dramatically and playfully as you made your way back to the small kitchen and Otto watched you and we went. His eyes followed you as he rested his head on the back of his hand.

"When does Jace come back?" Otto didn't really care about that, but he wanted to keep talking to you, using anything to keep hearing your voice. You looked up towards the clock hanging on the wall and stared at its hands for a second.

"He should be out now, if not soon." You kept staring at the clock, your train of thought slowly derailing from your popcorn. "Oh! Speaking of Jace actually," you reached into your pocket and pulled out your phone, looking for his name in your contacts. "I should call him, maybe he knows where the popcorn is." Otto looked back to his computer.

"Didn't you eat it all?"

"Hush Otto." You said once again and he rolled his eyes. You held your phone up to your ear and listened to it ring as you leaned against the counter. After a few rings he picked up.

"Hey baby what's up?" Jace spoke after a second, you could faintly hear a car door opening through the sound of wind the phone was picking up.

You got straight to the point, "Hey Jace do you know where the popcorn is?" You stare down at your mismatched socks while you listen to Jace get into his car and close the door. The harsh sounds of wind died down immediately.

"You ate it all babe that was the last box. I just got in my car, but do you want me to stop by the store and get more?"

"Please! oh and bring some soda too." With a bounce in each quick step, you went over to Otto and leaned against the wall next to him, watching him work. Otto stopped for a second, taking a fake look at his notebook while he adjusted to your stare.

"Alright, is Otto there?" You could hear Jace start the car.

"Yea he finally got here." You pat his shoulder a little before leaning against him. "He said he missed his bus so he had to wait for the next one." You leaned even more into him and used your free hand to boop his freckled nose. Otto felt his face flush and he stiffen his shoulders so you both wouldn't lean too far and fall over.

Otto mumbled to himself, "you don't need to tell him I missed the bus."

"Does he want anything?" You brought your attention back to your boyfriend who was sitting silently on the other side of the phone.

You nudged Otto slightly, just enough to get his attention and he hummed a response. "Want anything from the store?"

"No thanks." A short answer.

"He doesn't want anything."

"Ok, I'll stop by the store then." You picked up a faint seat belt click.

"K, love you."

"Love you too." You hung up and looked down at your phone with a small smile. Moving away from Otto, you laid down on the couch, hanging your legs over the armrest and mindlessly scrolling through your phone. Otto rubbed his face with his hands as he leaned back in his chair for a second before looking back to his half done paper, eyes lazily going over all the words.

The silence in the room didn’t feel right for Otto. You and him both had been friends for a long time and quiet moments like this were usually his favorite. Moments where you just had each other's company and that was all you needed, but now it felt tainted as you patiently waited for Jace to come home. Jace was a kind person, Otto was there when you both started talking, he was there with you after your dates with Jace so you could tell him all about him, and he was there when you told him you and Jace had made it official. Otto remembers that day and that small splinter of pain he felt in his chest when you told him. He would never say anything to you, or mention the feeling he has. He knew deep down that you and Jace were perfect from one another and your happiness was all he really cared about. Otto knew his place and he would stay in it as long as he could stick around.

While Otto was lost in thought, Jace had come home. Opening the door with grocery bags hanging from his arm as you quickly walked up to him and giving him a kiss on the cheek. “How was work?” You asked cheerfully as you brought the grocery bag into the small kitchen and Jace shrugged as he took his shoes off.

“Fine, nothing really happened.” You nodded while you searched the bags for your popcorn. “That was work wise, I saw some pretty interesting things happening with the regulars.” Jace looked at you and turned your head to him, interested in the lives of other people like a soap opera.

“What happened?” You held your popcorn to your chest as you urged him to continue and he laughed before turning to Otto and giving him a small wave.

“Hey Otto.” He said and waited for a response. Nothing, Otto sat on the chair, staring unblinking at his computer and rubbing his shoulder. “Otto?” Jace called to him again and walked closer to the table, staring at his glazed over eyes before looking up at you. “He ok?” You shrugged.

“He was writing his paper this entire time.” You began putting the groceries in their rightful places while you prepared your popcorn in the microwave. Jace looked towards Otto again and walked behind him to read his paper, leaning over his shoulder as he did so, skimming over the words. Jace stood upright again and looked down at Otto and slowly raised a hand to reach over to the shoulder he was rubbing and hovered over it, mirroring it with his other hand.

“AAHH!” Making a loud noise as he clamped his hands down on Otto’s shoulders with a small shake instantly broughting him back to reality as he jumped in his chair and looked around wildly. Jace let go of his shoulders and laughed to himself at Otto’s reaction. Unamused, Otto huffed and rested his head down on the textbook as he watched Jace laugh. “Don’t give me that face, I'm sorry but you scare so easily.” Otto stayed silent as you walked out of the kitchen with a bowl of freshly popped microwavable popcorn and stood in between both of them.

“You shouldn’t scare him if he doesn’t like it.” You looked towards Otto who sat up again, “I have to agree though it was kinda funny and you do scare easily.” You gave a genuine smile and Otto rolled his eyes before going back to writing his paper.

“Come on! Otto knows I’m just playing with him a little, no hard feelings, right Ottie?” Jace looked around you and gave Otto a bright smile. Otto shot him a glance.

“Please don’t call me Ottie.”

“Can I call you Ottie?” He glanced up at you.

“I rather you didn’t.” You shrugged and sat down on the couch. “Jace, weren't you gonna tell Y/N about what happened with the regulars at work?” Jace smiled as he looked at Otto.

“I am, why? Interested in listening in?” Otto shrugged as he looked at Jace.

“Just making sure you don't forget.” You put your bowl down on the coffee table and turned around, leaning on the back pillows, facing them both.

“Otto your just as nosey as me, own it.” Otto looked at you before looking back up to Jace.

“Ok, so I am interested, what of it?” Otto spoke softly, rubbing the back of his head as he looked away from Jace. He laughed as walked up to Otto and gently patted his shoulder.

“There's nothing wrong with that.” Jace moved away from Otto and towards the small hallway, “Although, storytime will have to wait, I’m gonna shower really quick.” Jace walked into the bedroom to collect his things and you stared at Otto.

“Come work on your paper on the couch, the table has to be uncomfortable now.” You pat the couch and Otto stretches his back and arms before standing up. He closed his books and yawned before grabbing his computer and walked over to sit on the couch with you. “Let’s watch a movie, which one do you wanna watch?” You looked over to him as the tv turned on and Otto rubbed an arm.

“Hocus Pocus.” You frowned.

“No, not that one, pick something else.” You whined a little and Otto laughed. “Oh right I forgot you don’t even watch horror movies.” Otto placed a hand on his chest followed by a false gasp.

“I’ll have you know I do watch halloween movies.”

“Horror and halloween aren’t the same thing.” You looked towards the small hallway where Jace stood still making sure he had everything. “Oh Jace!” You grabbed his attention and he turned to you, “pick a movie.” Jace gave it some thought.

“It waits.” He said quickly before slipping into the bathroom to take his shower. Otto yawned again as he watched you look for the movie.

“I heard Frightful Nights is opening up soon.” You looked at Otto excitedly and nodded.

“Yes! Jace told me the other day.”

“Is he gonna be in it this year?”

“I think so yeah, why wanna go see him in action?” Otto felt a run up his spine.

“No, I'm ok.” You sighed as you turned to the tv again.

“You should come with me, getting out of your comfort zone would do you some good.” Otto rubbed his neck and shrugged, “have you given it any thought since last year?” You turned to look at him again and made eye contact. “Have you?”

“A little bit, I don’t know.” You opened your mouth to speak but the sound of the bathroom door opened again revealing Jace who was fully clothed and had a towel on his wet hair.

“That was a fast shower.” Your comment bounced off of Jace as he sat down on the couch and you immediately snuggled up to him. “So what happened at work?” Jace laughed and rubbed the towel into his hair to collect more of the water.

“So there's this couple right? They go to the gym all the time, they’re always together but, apparently,” Jace lowered his voice as he leaned forwards, as if there were more people in the apartment than just you three. “She’s been cheating on him with another regular and I only found out because they were doing unsavory things in the locker room.” You and Otto stared at Jace with mouths hung open.

“No way.” Otto leaned his head back and Jace nodded quickly.

“Fucking yeah way, they were in the ladies locker room, my coworker was called in to take care of it.” You laughed and fell back against Otto who covered his face with his hands. “Oh oh! It gets even crazier, they were kicked out and the boyfriend was waiting right there so when they walked out in towels and shit and the boyfriend got pissed and started throwing hands.” You laughed wildly as you covered your mouth and Otto looked on in disbelief.

“What did you do?” Otto rested his hands on his neck and Jace rubbed his temples, laughing to himself a little.

“I had to pry them apart, some guy who was working out nearby even got up and helped eventually.” Jace shook his head and looked to the ceiling and rubbed his face, “So I heard you guys talking about Frightful Nights?” Jace looked at you and you nodded, still leaning against Otto.

“Oh yeah! Are you gonna be in it this year?” Jace nodded. “What are you gonna be?”

“I don’t know what exactly it is yet but I think I’m getting a knife with my costume.” Jace shrugged as he scratched his neck, thinking about what role he would play this year.

“What so your gonna like, chase people and hold the knife up to cut them and stuff?” Jace looked at you and hummed a little as he thought.

“Yeah probably.”

“Mmm hot.”

“Ew! Y/N! Gross! I’m right here!” You laughed as you sat up, getting yourself comfortable on the couch before looking over to your boyfriend.

“Can you get me tickets again this year?”

“Of course I can baby, when have I not?” Jace smiled at you as he reached over and held one of your hands, “how many? Just one?” He tilted his head to the side.

“Two this time actually.” Otto looked at you confused.

“Two? Why two?” You turned around and returned the confused look.

“The other tickets for you.” Both Jace and Otto gave you a shocked look, “you’re coming with me aren’t you?” You looked at him confused.

“I, well uhm, I never, I don’t remember saying that.” Otto looked down at the computer in his lap and nervously began typing away again. You dropped your shoulders as you nudged Otto to look at you again, putting your hands together in front of your chest.

“Come on, come with me this year, please?” Otto looked over to you and looked into your eyes, staring for a second before looking past you at Jace to get his opinion. He shrugged a little.

“I’m just getting you guys the tickets, it’s your call.” Otto sighed as he looked down at his paper for a second before looking back at you.

“Fine.” Your face lit up, “just this year.” You threw your arms around Otto and pulled him into a tight hug before letting him go.

“You’re gonna have so much fun I swear.” Otto smiled nervously and nodded as you turned your attention back to the tv, feeling giddy with excitement for your favorite time of year.

#oc #oc x reader #character introduction #scare actor oc #scaredy cat oc #Jace #Otto

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little-writing-drabbles · 3 years ago

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☆٭Building Blocks٭☆

Ask: N/A

Genre: × reader

Word count: 8,758

Reader: gender neutral

TW: N/A

A/N: I genuinely hate how long it took me to finish this, like I had the majority of it done it just needed to finish a few things and then edit but it took me way too long :/

"Alright, so it's this one…?" You looked around at your surroundings in the neighborhood while standing outside of the house with mint-colored walls. If you remember correctly, this was your brother's house but that didn't stop you from taking a deep breath when you knocked on the door and waited for some sort of response. You had only been in Ruinwick for a day or two, the move there really did a number on you with your unpacking—or the lack thereof that is— and the search for a job wasn't easy.

You guessed that's why you've avoided moving but when push comes to shove you have to do what it is to get by. It's not like you minded it however, the small apartment you called home now was still fairly big and rather cheap compared to your old place so everything worked out.

You snapped out of your thoughts when you heard a set of footsteps make their way to the door and when it opened you were greeted with a smile. "Good morning Y/N, how are you?"

"Good, a little tired because of the flight but I'll live"

"Well come in, sorry I left you out in the cold" She moved to the side and you stepped into their home and stood by the door awkwardly as the women closed the door. You looked around the house casually, it was very nice looking even with the toys and loose papers scattered around. "Hi Y/N!" The voice of a small boy caught your ears as you looked down to see the smiling child.

"Hey, buddy!" You called out to your nephew but he simply laughed and ran off again and you smiled to yourself.

"Y/N did you have breakfast?”

"Oh yeah I did thank you" You lied to her, you didn’t have breakfast today but you couldn’t tell her that. She was always nice enough to offer you something to eat but the voice in your head stopped you from accepting what she offered. Not because of some outstanding reason like she was weird or past drama but just because she already seemed busy as she frantically ran around her kitchen."Is Giovanni home, or did he leave already"

She stopped dead in her tracks as she thinks for a moment “actually, " she turned to you with a concerned face and tapped the table with her fingers "I don't know"

"You don't know?" Her confusion made you want to laugh a little bit, sure your brother was prone to walking away when you weren’t looking but if he left the house surely she or even her son would have noticed. "You don't remember hearing or seeing him leave?" You decided to bring up what was on your mind, there was no way she didn’t notice.

"no no no he's here but where?"

"Y/N you’re here!" You and the woman that your brother called his wife turned to the flight of stairs to see your brother coming down them, all dressed up in a suit. He made it to the ground floor and walked over to you and gave you a bear hug and you stayed unmoving, you would have hugged back if you could move your arms. "Glad you came by"

"I'm glad I woke up in time" You covered your mouth as you yawned "I'm still really tired" upon hearing that comment, your sister-in-law smiled sadly.

"You didn't have to help, you could have just stayed home and slept"

"I could have but I decided against it, it's not like it's hard to drop Buddy off at preschool either"

“I guess so” the three of you turned to look at Buddy who was playing with his toys in the living room. Your sister-in-law tilts her head to the side while watching and lets a comment slip past her lips. “He’s just like Maxwell” You and Giovanni look at the woman standing in between the two of you in surprise. You looked at your brother who gave his wife a bitter look before turning and grabbing his things from the table behind him and walking towards the door saying ‘I’m already running late’.

You said nothing in response and just looked around awkwardly as your sister-in-law continued to admire her child, only returning to a smile when she turned to you. It made you uncomfortable to hear Maxwell’s name again, especially when it was her saying it but you said nothing in that regard as she gave Buddy a kiss on the head and made her way to the door. “Wait, what about after school? I can't just leave him here”

“We hired a babysitter who will show up here a little bit after you do, so just wait for her and she’ll take it from there” She left with a wave and you looked at the semi-made lunch she had left on the table and you decided to finish it and put it away in Buddy’s lunch bag. Silently you placed Buddy’s backpack on the table and looked through it to make sure he had everything he needed.

“Don’t forget this” You heard him call out and hand you a child-sized water bottle that was already empty. You could tell by the way he was breathing he had downed the water so you could fill it up.

“Ok, thank you Buddy” you laughed before going to fill up his water bottle with cold water from the fridge. Walking back towards him you placed his lunch bag and water bottle in his backpack before going towards the door “Ready?” Buddy pulled the velcro strap on his shoe down tightly and smiled.

“Ready” with that, you set off with your nephew.

You and Giovanni had talked prior to your move to Ruinwick about how small the town was and you didn’t really believe him until now. The crude directions to the school he had given you seemed nothing more than just an exaggerated way of showing how small the town was but after following them just you realized he wasn’t joking. Taking a left turn, a right turn, going past a small gas station and another left and there you were, parked outside of the small building. You wouldn’t comment on it.

You hopped out of your car and went over to Buddy’s side and helped him out and handed him his backpack which he happily placed on his back. You followed him as he walked and your eyes landed on a rather young boy that seemed to be around your age, it was the strangest thing you've ever seen but he was technically an educator right? You didn't have many teacher friends and you always assumed preschool teachers were older ladies.

“Oh, are you a new parent?” You snapped out of your thoughts when you had made it to the door and the teacher spoke to you.

“Not exactly, this is my nephew”

“Ah I see so you’re a member of Giovanni's family, are you dropping him off this one time or,”

“Nope, I’m gonna do drop off and pick up since my brother and his wife cant”

“I get it, work gets in the way and other things” He stretched out his hand to you while smiling and you took it, giving it a good shake. “I’m Ollie, the teacher”

“Ollie huh” He looked at you stunned for a second after you let go of each other's hands, no one has questioned his name before and this took him off guard slightly. Ollie rubbed his neck slightly, giving you an awkward smile. “I’m Y/N”

Ollie looked off to the side a little and mumbled something under his breath before fixing his jacket and giving you a smile. "Anyways it was very nice to meet you” You both stood still for a second as Ollie greeded Buddy and ushered him inside and turned to say something to you but instead yelped a little when a child, with long and deep green hair, ran up to Ollie and hugged his leg.

Ollie looked down at the child and placed his hand on their head and gave it a small pat. "Oh hello, did you want to greet the parents with me today?" The child didn’t move and simply looked up at you and your jumped slightly. Their red eyes sent an uncomfortable shiver down your spine and the black sclera that surrounded the iris gave them another worldly look. “Sorry this is Vruidru, but I call him Rue, he's a little shy sometimes”

“Oh, yeah no worries,” Rue made you curious and a sinking feeling placed itself in your gut and you debated asking Ollie about it. "Ollie? why are his eyes so…" You motioned to the whites of your eyes and Ollie looked at you confused, as if he didn't see the discoloration. "You know, the while part of his eyes are, well not white, their black" Ollie glanced down at Rue for a second before scratching his head awkwardly.

"Ah that," You kept your eyes glued on Rue and he had no issue in staring back at you with a cold gaze that wasn't normal in other children. Rue quickly got bored and looked around for something to entertain himself,never letting go of Ollie's leg. "Well, it's nothing you need to worry about, I can assure you that they are completely healthy" You nodded slightly and stepped aside when you heard other kids run up to or walked past Ollie and went inside. "I'll see you when class is over Y/N"

You jumped a little and waved slightly to Ollie who walked inside with Rue. You dragged your eyes down to the child and gulped slightly when you saw Rue giving you a nasty glare. You can help but feel something off about him but you shake the feeling off and go home to unpack. Even then you couldn't shake off the dreadful feeling and you couldn't focus, you wanted some sort of answer, some children can be a little creepy but not to this extent. You wanted to hang out with Ollie after work, he seemed nice and you genuinely wanted some friends.

Once the time came around, you drove yourself back to the preschool to pick up Buddy and you walked inside to get him. Your eyes landed on Ollie immediately, he was sitting on the floor with rue and you heard the familiar laugh of your nephew as he ran up to you and you crouched to meet his eye level. He held out a piece of paper to you, showing off his drawing "Wow it's so good! Did you pick all the colors yourself?"

Buddy nods. "Yeah"

"It's very pretty, your mom and dad are gonna love it"

"Do you think so?"

"Yeah I do" You stood up again when you saw Ollie walking towards you with a smile on his face. "thanks for taking care of him"

"Oh it's no problem, he's a joy to be around" You smiled and looked behind Ollie a little bit and you noticed Rue coming up to Ollie and watched him hug his leg again, his glare sticking into you again. Ollie didn't acknowledge the glaring "he was really excited that you moved nearby, he wouldn't stop talking about it" You laughed.

"I guess he beat me to it, I was gonna bring it up this morning but I didn't" Ollie nods his head as he pet Rue's head again and it didn't take long before Rue tried to pull Ollie back to the foam building blocks they were messing with and you called out to Ollie before he was pulled away "oh Ollie, I wanted to ask if you wanted to hang out?" Both Ollie and Rue look surprised at your question and Rue whined a little, pulling on Ollie's hand again. "I mean I'm new around town and I didn't know who else to ask"

Ollie tilted his head a little bit and his eye brows knit together as he thought about it. "uhm… " He trails off and looks down at Rue for a second before looking back at you, his smiles returning to his face. "yeah why not, I have to be here until the other kids are picked up so, why don't you meet me in the town square?" Rue whined louder as he continued to pull on Ollie's arm to get him to move but Ollie wasn't budging. "you know where it is right?"

"yeah, I saw it briefly" You were excited now, you had something to look forward to besides unpacking and this could be your chance to ask about Rue. You couldn't lie to yourself either, you did find Ollie kind of cute. "So I'll meet you there then?"

"Yep" Ollie spoke happily before right you going on his knees and Rue climbed onto his back and Ollie stood up again. "I'll see you soon then" Ollie turned to his head to the side while Rue whispers into Ollie's ear "alright alright I'm going" Ollie began making plane noises with his mouth while walking around for Rue while others kids continued to play with the toys that were scattered around and you left with your nephew.

"Let's take you home and wait for the babysitter, alright?" You take your nephew home and hang out with him for a bit while you wait for the babysitter to arrive before going home to change. You were dressed in sweats and a large t-shirt and you didn't want to go out looking like that.

After changing, you made your way by foot to the town square and sat on a bench while you waited for Ollie, checking the time every few seconds. Although you two never set a time nor did either of you exchange numbers, a part of you kept telling you he wouldn't arrive even if Ollie didn't seem to be the type to not show up to things. You opted to look around, the small square buzzing with life from all around, stores were full and small food stands were pulling you in by their smell.

While looking around you finally spotted Ollie walking towards you from afar and you stood up to meet him. You waved at him and little to confirm that he saw you and he waved back, calming your nerves. You drop your gaze downward and you notice the familiar dark green color of hair that belonged to Rue and your walking comes to a halt. Ollie had brought Rue along on what you considered to be a date. You kept the smile on your face as they got closer. "Sorry for being late, rue took a nap and I lost track of time"

"I thought, rue was getting picked up like the other kids"

"oh, I'm Rue's caretaker" Ollie rubbed his neck shyly and you were slightly stunned but you had already deduced that since it is the afternoon. "I'm sorry I should have mentioned it before now, you probably wanted it to just be me and you huh" Ollie felt bad for not mentioning it sooner, his sour mood all over his face and you shrugged to lighten the mood.

"I would have liked that but it's alright, I don't mind" This wasn't fine, you had to be honest with yourself and you weren't really ok with having Rue around, but you're not about to cancel today because of a child, besides, how bad could it be? “Hello Rue" You waved to the small child and smiled warmly.

Rue looked up at you and glared before blowing a raspberry at you and Ollie tugs on his arm slightly to get the boy to look at him. "hey don't do that"

"no it's alright" Ollie looks at you surprised, most adults would have been offended or even angry. "children don't really uhm…like me" Ollie stared at you blankly before laughing a little and a nervous feeling settled in your gut.

"I doubt that" Ollie began walking down the square and motioned you to walk with him and you followed him, matching his pace. "Kids tend to befriend everyone" Ollie quickly glanced down at Rue who was walking happily and looking around at the open shops for anything that caught his eye. "Except Rue, they don't really like anyone"

You rolled your eyes and buried your hands into your pockets "yeah I can see that" you swam in your thoughts for a second "but if Rue doesn't like anyone, what do you do while working?" Ollie hums as he searches his head for a proper response.

"I'm pretty sure he just tolerates other kids, I mean they don't really" Ollie slowed his walking as he looked down at Rue, his concentration being evident on his face "care?"

"He doesn't care? You say it like a question" Ollie sighed as he continued walking.

"I don't know if I'm honest, he just does whatever it is he wants" You think for a second and let the answer stir in your head before asking another question.

"So, why are you Rue's caretaker?"

Ollie didn't really understand your question "Because he needs someone to take care of him?"

"I mean" A bold question popped into your head and you decided to ask but needed to word it properly. Ollie had a thousand thoughts running through his head, each one taking a stab at his worries but he kept a straight face as he walked, the last thing he wanted was to alert you of anything suspicious. "Where are his parents?" Ollie stops for a second and looks at you with a blank expression with no emotions behind his eyes. Rue notices the lack of movement and looks up at Ollie worried before glaring at you.

"Rue's dad is a businessman, always traveling" Ollie smiles and keeps walking casually and you couldn't ignore an off feeling bubbling in your chest. Something was off about his answer, it was too simple, if that's what it always was, why did he take so long to answer you? "Anyways," Ollie looked away from you while he changed the subject "What made you move to Ruinwick?"

"It's cheap, really"

"Yeah I get that" Ollie didn't seem too surprised "can I assume it was to get away from city life and just enjoy the small-town style?" yep, he's definitely heard this before.

"Well that and family is here, kind of. My brother lives here and told me about a house down his street that was renting"

"Well Ruinwick is fairly small, this is the town square, this is kind of like a giant outside mall" You nodded and looked around, dragging your eyes over anything and Ollie felt awkward now, he's not typically the designated tour guide for new folks and he didn't know what to do or say. "So what do you do for work?"

"I'm a Folkloristic, I study folklore"

Ollie's surprised and slightly worried expression caught your eye, he smiled as a weak attempt to mask his nervousness. "oh really?" Ollie regrets asking about it.

"Yeah, I'm gonna work at the university here as a professor" Ollie's strange behavior struck you as odd, he was chirpy when you met him and now he was worried, almost scared of you and you noted it in your head. "I start next week" Ollie smiles and nods before looking off to some of the stores nearby to hide his face and you go to ask him what's wrong.

Almost on cue, Rue spoke up as he pointed off into the distance "Ollie look" You and Ollie looked off to where the tiny finger was pointing and Ollie let out a relieved sigh now that your attention was no longer on him.

"Oh right, I forgot the market was gonna be around" You turned to look at Ollie, only slightly confused "Every once in a while the town will announce that a market will open in the park"

Rue jumped up and down excitedly as he tugged on Ollie's arm "can we go look? please?" Ollie looked at you for approval.

"wanna go?"

"sure"

Rue skipped excitedly as he pulled Ollie along and you laughed at the sheer strength this child had. The market was rather large, stalls and vendors sat in the shade as they sold their wears, genuine happy faces were everywhere. Ruinwick was small and you felt like you could meet the entire town here. You found it very entertaining to look around at shops and even to see the grumpy Rue looking excited to be there. "It's very witchy isn't it?" You pointed out your observation out loud as you gazed your eyes over the vendors and what they were selling. Most if not all of it depicted dark, occult things.

"yeah, Ruinwick is very uhm" Ollie thinks for a second. "We have a very colorful history, lots of local legends going around" Ollie points to one stand nearby "but then there's just, the ones who sell horror type things, I guess you could say we’re a spooky town of sorts." Rue followed Ollie's point and walked up to the stand and stood on his tippy toes, trying to look at some of the necklaces on display. Ollie laughs a little and picks Rue up into his arms to help them see better.

"Ollie can I get that one?" Rue points down to a specific pendant and Ollie agrees with his tiny friend's wishes before setting him down to finish the transaction with the vendor. You noticed the pendant's rather spooky aura and felt it strange that a child would want it.

"Rue that one's a little spooky though isn't it?" Rue looked up at you very unimpressed and didn't say anything to you. "Don't you want a prettier one?" You questioned and Rue stayed quiet as Ollie crouched down and placed the pendant around Rue's neck. Holding it in his hands for a second, Rue then looked up to meet your eyes again.

"No, I like this one, it reminds me of dad." You furrowed your eyebrows in concern as you looked down at the pendant and noticed the deep red eyes that sat in the middle of it while everything around them was a large mass of tentacles swirling and wrapping around itself.

"what?" You questioned what Rue said to you and stood up straight, looking down at Rue as if he told you something a classic horror movie child would say. Ollie heard it too and became very worried about your expression and looked around to find something to take your attention away from Rue.

"Rue, there's someone selling beef jerky, do you want some?" Rue looked over at Ollie excited and ran up to him and waited for him to point him in the right direction.

"Yeah!" Rue ran past Ollie when he showed him the beef jerky man and Ollie followed close behind him, leaving you behind for a second before you rushed to his side again. What Rue said wouldn't leave your mind, children speak of what they know, so why would he say a monster looks like his father?

"Uhm, Ollie?"

"yeah?"

"Rue just said that his pendant reminds him of his dad" Ollie faked confusion and waited for you to continue. "What did he mean by that?" Ollie tilts his head and shrugs slightly, definitely not a response anyone would ever give you. His calm and clueless demeanor would have been cute if it wasn't used in such weird ways.

"I think that means that he just sees his father as scary" Ollie handed a few bills to the food vender who gave Rue his jerky and you both watched him eat it happily. "Yet again I can't say, I don't really know" Everything about the conversation seemed a little odd but you still continued to walk with Ollie and watched Rue wandering around. You were enjoying yourself for the most part, if it wasn't for the things Rue said and Ollie's reactions– you would be having more fun. Rue was strange to you already and now Ollie started to feel strange too.

After walking around the market for what felt like a while with very minimal small talk you began to feel hungry. Your stomach growls and Ollie turns to you and hides a smile "are you hungry?"

"a little bit" You laugh a little awkwardly, you didn't expect the sound of your rumbling stomach to be so loud. "It's not a big deal though, I can handle it" Ollie shakes his head a little and laughs.

"Nonsense, I can't just let you starve now can I?" That comment didn't sit right with you after his previous reactions and you couldn't help getting a little nervous. "There's this restaurant me and Rue really like, why don't we go eat something?" Rue looks over to Ollie aggressively before pulling on his arm.

"No!"

"No? Why not? I thought you liked eating there." Rue crossed his arms and mumbled under his breath, looking away from. Ollie sighed before he crouched down to hear him better. "I'm sorry Rue I can't understand you. Can you say that louder?" Rue pouts more.

"I don't want you to take them to our place" You looked unimpressed at his request and threw your head back. You hadn't done anything to this child and he treated you like you've committed a horrible crime towards him. "I don't want them to go there" Ollie laughs a little bit as he thinks about how to negotiate with Rue.

"Well, that place has those really big chicken tenders you like" You looked down towards Ollie and smiled as he tried to negotiate with Rue. He probably does this all the time but it's impressive how smart adults are when it comes to children. "We've gone to other places and you don't like chicken tenders as much and I can't let you go hungry" Rue thinks hard about the situation. "So can I bring my new friend along?"

Rue looks at Ollie and then angrily at you before tipping his nose up at you "fine" Rue turned his back to you and Ollie and stormed off and Ollie continued following him with you walking next to him.

"I'm sorry about them Y/N" Ollie sighs a little bit as he stares at Rue to make sure he's not too far away, "It's hard to make friends if I'm honest" You stare at Ollie, his comment made you think about Rue and how he must do this to most of the people Ollie talks too that weren't parents. "I mean, I'm not even 30 yet and I'm taking care of a kid, I love him, I really care about him but, " he stops for a second before shaking his head to change the subject "never mind" Ollie rushes off and catches Rue by the hand to stop him from wandering into the street.

You stayed quiet as you followed behind the both of them and walked into the restaurant and you took the lead and asked for the table. “Just three”

“Would you like a booth or table?”

“Booth” The server grabs two menus and a kids menu before motioning for you three to follow them to a booth inside. You wanted to leave Ollie alone for the time being, you wanted him to recollect himself after his slip up and you didn't want to feel guilty for him opening up. “Can I get you guys started off with drinks today?”

“Erm, i’ll have a (preferred drink)”

Rue got into the seat first and Ollie turned to the server before sitting down “A lemonade please,” He motions down to Rue slightly, “He’ll have an apple juice” The server nods and places the menus on the table.

“Alright i’ll get those drinks for you” She walked off and Rue began coloring on the kids menu with the crayons that Ollie placed in front of him. You looked around before turning your attention back to Ollie. “So, you’re a local here, has that always been the case?” Ollie jumped, your sudden speaking spooking him but he casually brushed it off and laughed a little.

“Yeah, I’ve always lived here” Ollie visibly relaxed and leaned against the table towards you. “I'm the oldest of three, guess that's why I'm good with children” You laughed, “that’s the younger child's laugh, I know it. Is it just you and your brother?”

“Yeah basically” You bite your tongue for a second, not wanting to say too much, but you felt bad for Ollie. Remembering what he said before you all walked in and sat down. “Does it suck? Taking care of little kids all morning and still having to take care of one?” You lowered your voice in hopes that Rue didn't hear you but Rue isn’t dumb. He glared at you for your comment and Ollie rubbed his neck.

“That’s not really an appropriate question” Despite Ollie's words and his hesitation when answering, it is fairly easy to take care of Rue, but he couldn't say anything without it sounding off or making more questions. “But I have no complaints, rue does what he wants” Ollie thought of a way to explain this himself as you sat confused in front of him. “Like, if they need something, they’ll come and find me and tell me what it is what they want and then he just runs off” You nod in understanding and turn your head to look at rue, “but you don’t really wanna talk about Rue now do you."

“That’s obvious, but I don’t want to ask bold questions yet”

“Yet?”

“Well yeah, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable” Ollie hums a response and the server comes back with your drinks.

“Alright, here are your drinks,” The server places the drinks down and you keep your eyes locked on Ollie before looking down at Rue's coloring. “I’m Tanya and i’ll be your server today, what can I get started for you guys?” You looked down at the menu quickly before looking at the server who was ready to write down their order.

“Oh uhm, I’ll have (preferred food)” She nods while writing and then looks at Ollie.

“I’ll have a burger…”

“How would you like the patty cooked?”

“Uhm, medium rare” Ollie's face contorted in discomfort while the server wrote it down. “and he’ll have the chicken tenders and fries-”

“Extra crispy please!” Rue called out and the server along with Ollie laughed a little.

"what kind of side would he like with that?" Rue opened his mouth to say something but Ollie cut him off quickly.

"he'll have the veggies"

The server nods as she writes it down and takes the menus while nodding. “I’ll get that order started for you guys” She leaves and Rue looks at Ollie and pouts, crossing his arms.

"I didn't want veggies"

"You haven't eaten anything healthy this week" Rue stares at the cup of apple juice and how it's too far and Ollie takes notice, "as long as you eat two or three of them today then I'll leave you alone about it ok?" Ollie brings the cup closer to Rue and he takes a sip from the straw before Ollie moves it away again, letting Rue continue to draw.

You watch Rue draw for a while, looking at the crayon in his hands and taking a guess at what he's drawing. Rue notices your eyes on his drawing and immediately covers it with his arms and you look at Ollie unimpressed, causing him to laugh innocently.

The lack of talking between you and Ollie made the wait for your order feel like an eternity. Ollie was looking at everything and anything besides you and for the most part you were doing the same but, on occasion, you would catch Ollie staring at you before looking away awkwardly. You made him curious.

After what felt like an eternity, when in reality it had only been a few minutes, the food arrived and you began eating along with Ollie. "I see why you and Rue like this place"

"you do?"

"yeah it's really good" Ollie laughed and wiped his mouth with a napkin while you noticed that Rue hadn't started eating, he hadn't even touched his food. Ollie followed your line of sight and tilted his head at the child.

"Rue why aren't you eating?" Rue stayed silent as he pointed to the ketchup bottle.

"ketchup please" You glanced at the bottle before grabbing it and handed it to Rue and he pulled his hand away quickly "not you"

"Rue… " You looked at Ollie and he tiredly takes it from you and placed it in front of Rue "You can't be mean to Y/N forever"

"I could if you let me"

"That's not the point" You laughed a little. Despite Rue being unnecessarily mean towards you, his comment was funny.

"It's fine Ollie you don't need to tell him to stop"

"if I don't it's only going to get worse" You scoffed a little and rolled your head on your shoulders thinking Ollie was joking but by his expression you could tell he wasn't. Your brows furrowed and smile dropped before you turned to look at rue with a judging look. "Excuse me though I'll be right back" Ollie turned to rue and grabbed his arm gently. "Don't get up ok? stay here"

Rue stays quiet as he nods in understanding while Ollie gets up and walks off. You watched him walk off before losing him behind a corner, you assumed he went to go to the bathroom or to make a quick call.

You and Rue were left alone at the booth with heavy silence besides the ongoing background noise. You slowly look over to Rue only to find them staring into your skin with an angry look. You shivered slightly and went back to eating, a way for you to try and shake off Rue's gaze but it was strong.

You shifted in your seat for a while before looking down at the plate in front of you and picked at what you ordered, paying no attention to Rue who continued to stare at you. The sounds of people talking and clattering silverware took your mind off of Rue, soaking in the coziness of the small restaurant before you felt something small and slimy hit your face. You quickly looked up and once again gave Rue your attention, this time he was holding a spoon but the same deep frown and glaring eyes remained. "Did you… launch peas at me?" Rue stayed silent as they grabbed, and ate a fry before scooping up more vegetables, mostly peas and this time a carrot, onto the spoon before shamelessly launching them at you.

You hung your mouth open in disbelief at the audacity this child had, Rue was doing this on purpose for no reason that you could tell. Ollie eventually came back after a few seconds and sat down casually as if there weren't peas all over the table, he didn't seem to notice them as he gave you a smile. You darted your gaze towards Rue, who had gone back to coloring once Ollie sat down, before looking back at Ollie and nodded your head downward towards the table. He seemed confused about what you tried to tell him and he looked down and noticed the large amount of peas that were on the table and even a few that stuck themselves in your hair. "Rue, why did you do this?"

"I told you, didn't I?" Ollie looked at you confused, "Children don't really like me." Ollie huffed slightly before laughing and leaning back into the booth chair before raising his hand to rub his temples, the slight pain settling on his face. "Are you ok?" Ollie gave you a strained smile as he nodded.

"Yeah I'm alright," he sat normally again and drank some of the drink he ordered and placed his hands in his lap. "It's just a headache, it'll go away." You bit your lip slightly and accepted the answer before looking down to the food you had neglected. The rest of the time there was nice, Ollie made you feel comfortable and welcomed and even went out of his way to keep Rue from messing with you. After some time, the three of you were getting ready to leave and you thought back on your cold apartment that felt more of storage than an actual living place, the only thing you bothered setting up was your bed and a few lamps that were just on the floor.

"I don't really want to go home if I'm honest" The comment slipped past your lips and Ollie tilted his head towards you while he helped Rue onto the floor from the booth chair.

"Why?"

"I don't really like being alone" Not entirely a lie, another reason you moved to this small town was to be closer to your brother in hopes of hanging out with him. That idea seemed like nothing but a wish now as you looked out the window, "never have" You blamed Maxwell for your codependency, you both were joined at the hip when you were kids but now you were left to wander alone. Ollie thought for a second as he looked down at Rue who shook his head in disapproval, they knew what Ollie was thinking and didn't agree or like the idea at all.

"We can head back to my house if you want." You turned to Ollie with a shocked expression and you watched his face go bright red while he cleared his throat, "I mean, you don't have to but I thought…" Ollie went quiet as his head scrambled to find an answer that didn't sound creepy. "It's nice having someone to talk to… " He turned away from you, clearly embarrassed and his gaze fell to Rue.

"Ollie-"

"It's nothing, forget I said anything." Ollie spoke quietly before kneeling down to meet Rue's gaze and moved some of his hair out of the way. Rue wobbled as the small soothing action made him sleepy and rubbed his eye before nodding, clearly answering a question that Ollie had silently asked him. Ollie stood up normally and grabbed Rue's tiny hand and you grabbed his arm before he could turn away from you, the demand for attention made Ollie freeze.

"We're friends now, Ollie, you don't need to feel so embarrassed." Ollie didn't look at you and instead just kept his attention on Rue who started leaning against him for support, "Let's go back to your place, it'll be nice to talk to you without another set of ears." You stood up and Ollie laughed at the comment and nodded before scooping Rue into his arms motioned for you to follow him out and onto the streets. The walk back to Ollie's place was quiet, crickets and frogs were chatterboxes compared to you both but you didn't mind. You spent your time looking around the street and to your surprise, you recognized it, it wasn't too far away from your apartment complex. That made you feel better, at least you wouldn't be wandering out in the dark after you left Ollie's place.

It didn't take long before Ollie led you towards his front door and quickly let you in to escape the cold, “I’m just gonna put him down for a nap, feel free to look around." You nodded silently and took off your coat while Ollie walked down a hallway and out of site. You placed your coat on the couch and you looked at the living area, coloring books, crayons and blank pieces of paper were scattered on the coffee table while toys were neatly tucked and stored away in plastic boxes, Ollie's doing no doubt.

Turning around towards a bookshelf next to the TV, you glanced over a few of the books and sorted them in your head. Ollie seemed to read a lot of horror, fantasy, and classic literature as well as some books that weren't in English. Picture frames that held photos of Ollie and his family were neatly placed on the shelf, looking through all of them you noted that Rue wasn't in any of them, although you figured it was normal since Ollie wasn't related to him but actually just his nanny. The sound of soft footsteps made it to your ears and you turned around to look at the source, Ollie smiled a little and walked around the corner into the kitchen and you followed him in. “Do you want anything? Coffee? Tea?”

“No I'm ok thank you, dinner was more than enough”

Ollie nodded and put a kettle of water on the stove anyways and sat down at the kitchen island where you had sat down. "Hey, I wanted to ask you something," you fiddled with your thumbs as you tried to formulate your idea into words, "Why do Rue's eyes look like that?" A direct approach was the best approach in your opinion, the question made Ollie visibly tense up and he chuckled as a way to try and hide it.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean” You rolled your head on your shoulders and sighed, “the sclera, its black- that's not typically something that happens with humans-” You cut yourself off at Ollie's sudden shift in addittude, going from nervous to offended with a hint of sadness.

“Y/N, What are you getting at?” Ollie couldn't hide his nervousness, it seeped into his words. You couldn't have known the truth, no one did and he intended to keep it that way. You simply rubbed your neck but pressed the subject.

“Can you tell me why his eyes are like that?” Ollie debated telling you before he spun around on the stool and leaned against the kitchen island.

“It’s a medical thing” You leaned in closer as Ollie spoke, interlocking your hands together and listening intensely as if he was one of your students who's grade dropped from an A to an F. “Rue’s father told me that it’s not harmful to him, and that it’s not a disease-it’s not contagious” The way he spoke was odd, any other person would believe what he said but to you his words felt empty. “There's not much else I can tell you.” Ollie stood up and turned his back to you while his attention went to the kettle that was going crazy on the stove, pouring some of it into a mug that was nearby.

"What does Rue's dad do for work?"

"I thought I had said he was a businessman." The comment hit you like a slap in the face, he was far more aggressive now and an unsettling chill ran down your back. "I'm sorry, I just don't like when people question Rue." Ollie turned around and leaned against the countertop as he stirred the mug of water that he had added instant coffee into, "He's always listening when his name is brought up." You looked around in confusion.

"I thought you put him down for a nap." Ollie stayed quiet as he walked towards the fridge and grabbed a string cheese and went back to his spot near the stove. Using the cheese to tap his face it was quiet before the pitter patter of feet and a small blob of green rushed passed your vision. You notice Rue's came running in and demanded the cheese Ollie held in his hand.

"I told you eavesdropping isn't nice." Ollie gave the child what they wanted before he walked out of the kitchen and back to the living room where the sound of cartoons began to play, "Rue has a hard time sleeping." You hummed a little before the words of what sounded like a lullaby made it to your ears. Slowly standing up from your seat you turned around and walked into the living room where Rue was, leaving Ollie behind in the kitchen.

"uh'eog ot n'ghft, nnn syha'h ph'hai Y''m fhtagn" Whatever Rue was saying, you couldn't understand it, maybe that's why you were so drawn to it, maybe the singsong way rue spoke made it seem like just a child talking in gibberish while they colored with crayons in his coloring book. "nnn fhtagnshoggg cahf ah'ehye ya fhtagn" As rue continued he noticed your form sitting on the couch near the coffee table and he smiled to himself, as if he was doing it on purpose. That fact didn't seem to bother you as much as it should have, all you wanted to do was sleep, whatever rue was saying was lulling you to sleep and you were giving in slowly.

Ollie watched as it happened, with worried eyes he looked between you and Rue. He didn't move from his spot just behind the couch, "Rue, stop that." Rue paid no attention to Ollie and his harsh and hushed tone as he continued with his little song.

"gnaiih hungers llll ehyeahog ng Y''ll tharanak ahog ehye ep mgahehyee" The small song began to echo in your head, each word slowly getting louder. "llll h' h' ainah f' uaaah shiver mgep f' ahmgep ng vulgtlagln" It was getting unpleasant, your head felt it it was being squeezed and you held it in your hands as blue and green splotches couded your vision. "a shugog llll ya cahf h''s uaaah, ahnah mg throdog" The more Rue continued the more the echos in your head got louder and the painful feeling made your head throb.

"Rue! Stop it!" You felt a warm hand touch your back before it went away and Rue stayed silent as Ollie kneeled next to him and grabbed his arms from what you could see through blurry vision. "I told you to stop twice already, I won't say it again." Ollie glanced at you with a worried expression before turning back to an annoyed looking Rue. "Stop it." Ollie let go of Rue's arms and walked around the coffee table and made his way to the kitchen, presumably to grab something while keeping his eyes on Rue to make sure he didn't say or do anything.

The moment Ollie turned his gaze away Rue leaned in closer to you as if he was going to tell you a secret.n"ph'nglui fhtagn fhtagnshoggg mgep Y' nafl'fhtagn ng ahuh'eog" He spoke quickly and you gripped your head to try and sooth the splitting head pain you were being caused.

"Rue!" Ollie's voice called out from behind you again and the sounds of giggling and small footsteps rushing away. Ollie let out an annoyed huff as he walked back to you and sat on the coffee table across from you. "Here take these." You sat up and grabbed the two painkillers he had brought you and popped them into your mouth and drank some of the water he had in his other hand. "I'll make you something hot to drink, it helps me so maybe it'll help you."

Ollie stood up and walked towards the kitchen and you closed your eyes, processing what had happened. 'It helps me so maybe it'll help you.' the phrase struck you as odd, Ollie didn't seem affected by it at all while you sat here holding you head feeling like it would have exploded. You turned around to look at Ollie who was looking through some tea boxes and you stood up feeling well enough, the pain wasn't gone completely but it was enough.

"Listen I'm shaken up from what happened I think I'm just gonna go home."

"Are you sure?" Ollie sounded and looked worried as you walked towards the door and grabbed your jacket, swinging it over your shoulders.

"Yeah, I'll be fine, I'll just go home and lay down." You and Ollie shared a nod as you opened the door, looking towards the hallway and seeing the familiar silhouette of a child.

Ollie watched you leave and close the front door from the kitchen and Rue sunk back into the hallway feeling proud of himself when he watched you leave and Ollie rubbed his neck "Vruidru, come here please" Rue jumped slightly as he peeked out from the hallway and looked at Ollie surprised before turning his gaze down to his white socks and stared at them with an upset look and slowly made his way to Ollie. He calmly sat on his knees to meet Rue's eye "Can you tell me why you did that?"

Rue shrugged his shoulders slightly and didn't make eye contact with Ollie for a second "I forgot… " he whined a little bit "I forgot I wasn't speaking English."

"I told you, twice Rue," Ollie didn't raise his voice, he just sat on his knees and talked to rue while holding his tiny hands. "I'm not upset that you didn't speak English, I'm upset that you didn't stop after the second time I told you too." Rue's eyes started to tear up and Ollie gently held his face to wipe his tears and Rue closed them "Can you look at me please?"

Rue opens his eyes and hiccuped a little "I'm sorry Ollie I didn't mean it" Ollie smiled slightly and moved Rue to sit him down on his lap and hugged him tightly while stroking his hair to calm him down, lightly shushing him as tiny and weak sobs came from Rue.

"I know you didn't" Ollie stays quiet before making Rue look at him again. "You understand why no one can know what you really are right?" fear took over Rue's expression as he tugged on Ollie's shirt.

"Are they going to hurt me?"

"No! Never, I won't let that happen." Ollie continued to pet his hair a little. "You're far stronger than all of us, Rue, nothing will change that" Rue nods in understanding, "that's why we have to keep it a secret alright?" Rue said nothing and just rested his head against Ollie before he stood Rue up. "Anyways, go play, I have to wash the dishes alright?"

Rue wipes his eyes of any extra tears before going off to watch TV and Ollie watches him as he stands up. He brings his hand up to his mouth and bites his thumb nervously. The last thing he needed was to have you go digging and find out something you're not supposed to.

However, both of them stuck with you, dancing around in your head and eating any other thoughts. You shook them off to focus on your way home and you were still shaken up after what happened at Ollie's house. You shook your head as you entered your apartment and started looking through all of your books that were still neatly tucked away in boxes, you needed answers and you hoped they would be here at your fingertips.

There were a few things that were certain and you kept them in the back of your mind as you searched, whatever Rue said wasn't English, obviously, but was definitely something old and it bothered you. What bothered you more was you couldn't find any sort of clue to indicate what that language was, it's not Greek, Celtic, or Egyptian for sure and it couldn't be Aztec and Indian either.

It's nothing you've ever studied before and you rubbed your eyes and stood up from your floor and decided to go into the living space to take a break. You looked around your bare walls and the stacked boxes before looking at the coffee table and deciding to read the book that was sitting on it. Picking it up and opening its pages, and finding where you left off to submerge yourself in the words printed on its pages but the more you read, the more the odd sensation that was in the back of your mind grew and you decided to analyze the book more. You didn't care if you wouldn't get an answer, you just wanted to soothe your thoughts that were eating away at you.

You reread the story from the beginning and it got you thinking for a minute before you connected the dots and the dreadful feeling took over your entire body. There wasn't much you could do with this information, but what you did know was that Rue was dangerous, and you needed to separate him from Ollie.

#oc #child oc #Rue #Ollie Walsh #preshool teacher oc #rue's corner #x reader #oc x reader #oc intro

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little-writing-drabbles · 3 years ago

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« Voyage »

Ask: N/A

Genre: x reader

Word count: 2,646

Reader: gender neutral

TW: reader is dead, other forms of death mentioned, general dark content?? [lmk if I should add any]

A/n: when I say short I mean SHORT. tbh I hate how short this is but there's not much I can do with this, maybe it's better that it's short idk maybe lol.

"Hello"

What?

"Ticket please"

Who is that?

"Your ticket will be in any of the pockets on your person,"

Ticket? Where am I?

"If you do not have pockets, the ticket will be attached to the hem of your shirt"

You opened your eyes slowly and found yourself somewhere you don't remember being. You were on a train, it wasn't very bright with the lights that were shining down from the ceiling not being so bright. The light rocking of the moving train cart relaxed you a bit, enough to rock you to sleep if it wasn't for the obvious thing that stuck out to you, you have no memory or ever getting on a train.

In fact, you can't remember ever leaving your house, what prompted you to buy a train ticket, and if you did, for what? Did you even come here of your own will? Where was this train even going? The more you thought about it, the little of what actually happened before now was nothing besides bite-sized pieces of memories if you could even consider them that. "Hello? Hey listen I get your a little confused right now but I need your ticket."

There it was again, the voice that broke you out of whatever trance or sleeping spell you were put under, this time you paid more attention to the man that stood over you. He looked normal to you, you would have spoken to him if you didn't make eye contact with the man, his eyes were split in half across them, having four of them instead of two. One on top, and one on the bottom, what bothered you most was the fact that each pair shared a green iris as if there wasn't a separation between them. You didn't like seeing him blink, all four of the eyes would close quickly and made you feel a little uneasy.

"Right. . . .ticket" you mumbled to yourself and checked your pockets pulling out a silver ticket, and handed it to the man slowly who snatched it away from your fingers rather aggressively. You stood up from your seat to stretch your legs and looked out the windows, the familiar sights confirming you were leaving the town behind. It felt like slow motion, watching the cars drive by without giving the train a passing glance.

"Name?"

"Y/N"

"Last name?"

"L/N"

"Age?"

"Y/A" You answered the man's questions without much thought, if you really were skipping town you might have planned to change your name, maybe. This was all still strange, to you.

"Date of death?"

"What?" You turned your head to the man who was reviewing the information on the ticket you handed to him. He passed you a glance before letting out a sigh and rolled his head on his shoulders to destress, fixing the conductor hat on his head before looking back to you. "No i can't be dead— no I'm not dead— I shouldn't be"

"The number of times I've heard that, listen, it's a lot to take in. I get it, I don't blame you, I wouldn't believe it either if I was you but the thing is," The man took out a box of cigarettes from his back pocket and popped one into his mouth, and lit it before continuing "You are, and I can't really help you unless I get this confirmation business out of the way, so just tell me today's date so we can get this over with" You shook your head and paced a little bit.

The man sighed and rubbed his eyes and took a drag of his cigarette before stepping closer to the windows "Look over there, see that ambulance that got stopped because of the train?" You stood next to him and looked at the ambulance, a sinking feeling formed in your stomach "you're in that right now, or at least your body is." No. . . . .no no no no no this can't be happening.

"What? I'm in, no. . . . . wait so this is—"

"The soul train"

"But that's just an urban legend"

The man sighed heavily again and turned away from you while he took another drag of his cigarette, placing his free hand on his hip "If it's really just an urban legend, how did you get here then?" You turned to him for a second before turning back to the ambulance, "You can't keep up with it, you'll just end up back here" You ignored the man's statement as you kept watching it go by slowly before you started running to keep up with it, tears forming in your eyes.

No! I have to get off this train, this can be how I go I need to go back!

You ran until the ambulance was out of your sight and you collapsed onto the ground covering your eyes as you sobbed lightly, the sound of footsteps was heard behind you and then shuffling right after. You turned to the sound and saw the man sitting casually on the seat with his legs crossed, he didn't look at you besides giving you a quick glance and tapping the ash off of his cigarette. "I'm not here to mock or berate you if that's what you're wondering."

That made you feel a little better, the situation was making your head hurt but more importantly, it made your chest hurt, you couldn't remember what happened to you but you could remember the family and friends you left behind, how were they taking it? Do they know you died or did this happen because of some accident? Whatever the reason was, you didn't like it, this should never have happened, you wanted it to all just be a dream. Oh, what you'd give to be back home.

"What did you say your name was?"

"Name's Santiago, I'm the conductor of the soul train" You wiped your eyes and turned over to Santiago and smiled slightly at his name "feel free to ask me any questions you may have, I'll answer them as long as it's a question I can answer" You sighed and thought about his question before now, so you really did die today.

"What was it you needed to confirm? My death date?" Santiago leaned his head back and nodded casually before reaching into his pocket and looking at the ticket that he now held in his hand.

"Yep, I just need you to say today's date"

"December 30th, 20XX"

"That checks out" You looked down at the ticket and watched as it turned to ash within seconds. "Welcome aboard the soul train" with that, Santiago stood up from the train seat and turned away from you, and walked away. You shook up from the floor and were tempted to follow him but we were slightly alarmed by what looked like a medium-sized stick attached to his back. You didn't say anything but you did rush to him, not wanting to be alone.

"How did I die?"

"That's a great example of a question I can't answer" Santiago turned to you and sighed "Once people are on the train, I just give them a small run down and answer questions that they might have, whatever happened to them before now is something only the person would know" You sighed and thought to yourself for a second too long as you noticed Santiago had already walked away from you, leaving you to run after him.

"Hey, stop walking away from me!" you voiced your thoughts out loud as you followed the man "I can't remember what happened, is there a way for me to remember what happened to me?" Santiago turned to you with a small smile on his face. You jumped back at his sudden change in attitude but also his intense gaze with all of his eyes made you feel uneasy again.

"Now your starting to ask the right questions" Santiago wrapped his arm around your shoulder and walked with you at his side as if you had been friends for longer than a few hours "This is a way to find out what happens, and it's simple really, just examine your own body" Santiago let you go and stood in front of you again, "wounds say a lot about how a person died and the train takes the person in the ambulance how they are, so if it was something like a gunshot that got you, " The man waved his hand to you to continue his thought and confirm that you understood where he was going with it.

"You'd see the wound on your body wherever it hit you"

"Bingo" Santiago mimicked shooting you in the chest with his hand, out of instinct you raised your hands to cover your chest "but, that's not your case is it, I've been watching you since you got on the train and there are no wounds" Santiago took a huff of his cigarette and turned away from you to blow out the smoke "If you went a different way that was more internal, it's gonna be harder" You tried to focus, if there was no wound then what happened?

"When a passenger has a wound, do they still feel the pain?"

"They do, the pain they feel varies from person to person but when they first wake up when it's the worst, it's a sad sight to see really" That must be horrible to see, Santiago clearly was otherworldly but you wondered if he's numb to seeing such horrific sights that no one should see. "Well I'll catch you later if you have any other questions feel free to try and find me but chances are I'll be the one finding you" Santiago left you standing alone in the aisle walking into the next train cart, for being somewhat cold, he didn't hesitate to answer your questions.

You didn't dwell on thinking about the red-haired man for too long, right now you needed to find out what happened to you? Your memories were shot, nothing was coming to the surface, no voices, no images, no important object, nothing. You sat on the seat next to you and watched whatever was out the window, a tunnel, it's been going on for a while, the train cart was pretty dim as it was but because of the tunnel, it felt eerie to you. You had to admit having Santiago around made you feel a little better.

Maybe I should go find him.

You stood up and looked both ways of the empty cart, both doors were equally creepy but you didn't really know where the front of it was, the direction the train moved in changed for you when stood still for too long, leaving you no choice but to go into the direction you were facing, hoping it was the right direction. As you walked, each train cart looked different from the last, some looked like they were from different time periods, others looked like subway carts.

The ever-changing carts were the least of your worries however as the more you walked through the carts, the darker it seemed to get, the lights flickering at a slow pace leaving you mostly in the dark. You didn't feel safe, even if nothing could hurt you now it didn't feel right and the quick shines of light from the tunnel outside of the train cart didn't make you feel nearly as comfortable as you'd like. You sat on the seats nearby and lifted your feet onto it, curling into yourself to soothe your nerves and maybe sleep it off, Santiago did mention he would be the one finding you after all.

It had been hours for you, not a sound besides the moving train and your shallow breathing to get yourself to sleep, what you didn't expect was to hear footsteps. You opened your eyes and sat up a little from your seat to look down the aisle to catch a glimpse of whoever was there but instead you saw a glowing ball, floating there in the dark before moving closer to you while swaying side to side. It blinded you the closer it got to you, squinting your eyes. You focused on the light as you sat back in your seat and hoped this bit of light wouldn't harm you. "Y/N? What are you doing on this part of the train?" A familiar voice rang in your ears and you looked over to it.

The light turned out to be a lantern attached to a stick that was held in place by Santiago "I was looking for you, and I just ended up here" You had adjusted to the light and stood up in front of Santiago and he rubbed his neck "why is it so dark here?" Santiago looked down at you and hummed a little as he changed the hands that held the lantern and began walking back the way he came, motioning for you to come with him and you happily obliged.

"This part of the train is for those who found out what happened to them, and were unable to move on" There was no emotion in the way he said it, if you stretched the idea far enough you could say he felt pity, "The train never stopped moving for them, doomed to stay here sleeping away their anger and sorrows" Santiago stopped walking and turned back to you with a serious expression waiting for you to say something, anything. You said nothing, nodding in understanding as you clung to his free arm to not get left behind.

He hummed at your action and began walking normally, never really shaking you off of him. You closed your eyes as you walked along with him, you didn't know what to expect while here but part of you didn't want to find out. Your eyes were forced open when you tripped on your own feet and nearly dragged down Santiago with you if he didn't catch you "What are you walking with your eyes closed?" You could tell he was annoyed and all you did was open your eyes and stare at the floor, mumbling a small apology before looking up to him.

Santiago turned back in front of him and continued to walk forward with you still sticking to him. "Do you think I'll ever get off the train?" Santiago stopped walking for a second before silently opening the door to the next train car and walked through, leaving you without an answer. He must have been asked this many times, maybe not giving an answer was the best choice he could make instead of giving false hope. You stepped into the next train car after him and were relieved that you could see again and you watched Santiago's light stick morph itself back into a normal stick while he clipped it to his back again.

"You're very hopeful, Y/N" You sat down on the nearby seat and you turned to Santiago who decided to speak. He held a lit cigarette in his mouth for a few seconds before turning to you again, "With that and having a will to find out what happened to you, I think you'll find your stop soon." His words comforted you, even if he said it to be nice the answer seemed to be personal, as if he looked into your soul and told you what he truly believed. Santiago gave your head a gentle pat before he continued walking down the cart and vanished behind another sliding door. You stayed seated in the lonely cart and looked out to the infinite tunnel that was visible through the window and sighed.

It may be a while before you find out the details of your death, but at least you had all the time in the world to find out.

#oc #character intro #character introduction #oc x reader #supernatural oc??#train man

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