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hummingbird-of-light · 1 year

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Against All Odds

Part 513

McCoy

McCoy frowned as Christine reentered the lounge alone. She and Scotty had left together to make the appointment. She made her way over to sit with Uhura watching the billiards game. He turned his eyes back to the door and waited.

“Excuse me a minute,” he mumbled to Jaylah and got up.

Christine must have seen his moving towards her from the corner of her eye, for she turned to face him before he got to her.

“He’s alright,” she said before he could open his mouth.

“The appointment?”

“It’s for Friday after lunch in your room.”

McCoy frowned. “Are girls even allowed in our dorm?”

Christine laughed. “On occasion; for good reasons.”

“So where is—”

“Scotty said he wanted to lie down for a bit before dinner. Last night really took it out of him, huh?”

He nodded. His mind drifted, wondering how comfortable Scotty would be in the room by himself. After all, until that morning Scotty had always been a guest to McCoy’s room.

“Thanks Chris,” he smiled at her.

“Always.”

He returned to the table with Jaylah.

“I finished Just Leonard!” Jaylah grinned at him.

“Good,” he smiled. “Let me see.”

Jaylah handed the PADD to him and he read through her last answers. He smiled brighter at her as he handed the device back.

“They’re all perfect.”

Jaylah stood and hugged him.

“Thank you for the help.”

“No problem. I’ll see you later, alright?”

“Go find Montgomery Scotty,” Jaylah looked at him slyly and he couldn’t help but laugh. He gave her a wave over his shoulder and left the lounge.

A guard was standing outside the door as he reached his room.

“Your highness.”

McCoy nodded and opened the door. Scotty was lying in the bed that had been Spock’s. He turned to look over his shoulder at the noise of the door opening.

“Hey darlin’,” McCoy called softly. “Doing alright?”

He saw Scotty shrug against the bed in answer.

“You want some company?” McCoy moved in and sat on the edge of his own bed.

“Aye.”

McCoy leaned down to undo his shoes, then moved over to Scotty on the other bed. His fiancé shifted to make room. McCoy settled with an arm around Scotty.

“Dr. Hudson will see us Friday at lunch,” Scotty said quietly.

“In here,” McCoy added. “Chris told me. I- I’m glad we’re doing it. It’ll be good for both of us.” He squeezed his arm around Scotty, and felt the nod against his chest.

“It’ll be alright leannan. It’ll hurt but we’ll be better in the end.”

“I know love.”

Silence fell between them, and McCoy just enjoyed getting to have Scotty with him, knowing the other boy wouldn’t have to get up and leave at a set time.

“I was thinking,” McCoy started, “that maybe Robbie’s idea of shoving your bed and his together wouldn’t be such a bad idea in here…”

“What if they just split in the middle and we fell?” Scotty asked. McCoy heard a hint of humor in his fiancé’s voice and felt a wave of relief.

“Then the guards would come in and pick us up.” McCoy grinned.

“No thank ye,” Scotty said. “Knowing you, you’d likely be bare somewhere ye wouldn’t want them to see.”

“Hey!” McCoy chuckled. “That’s not true! But maybe I’ll have to start just to spite you for that.” He turned to look at Scotty’s face as he grinned again. Scotty was finally smiling.

“For real though, do you think we could figure out a way to push them together and make them stay?” McCoy knew Scotty would be able to solve the problem.

“I’ll think on it mo ghràdh. I- I just want to relax for a bit.”

“I know. You sleep if you want. I’ll be here.” He ran a hand through Scotty’s hair.

Part 514

Scotty

The first week back at school flew by. Their friends made sure that Scotty and Leonard quickly got back into their normal school life again.

The classes and regular wake-up and meal times also helped a lot.

During the day, Scotty was mostly distracted by everyday tasks, but at night, the fears and worries came. But the pills and Leonard's closeness offered Scotty a sense of security and provided comfort and safety.

However, when Friday came and Scotty walked to their room with Leonard and Christine, his heart raced.

How would the conversation go? What would Dr. Hudson ask and say? What was he going to answer?

They entered the room and Scotty looked around searchingly, not sure where to sit.

"Come here."

Leonard grabbed his hand and led him over to his bed. He sat down, pulling Scotty with him.

Leonard's bed.

A safe and secure place. A place of refuge. It was a good choice.

They hadn't managed to convert the beds to one yet, but mostly they slept in Leonard's bed.

Christine walked over to Scotty's desk and took a seat in the chair that went with it.

"I'll be here all the time, but... I'll stay out of it a little bit, okay?"

Scotty nodded slowly. It was all right with him.

About five minutes later, there was a knock at the door.

Scotty wanted to get up, but Christine beat him to it. She opened the door and let Dr. Hudson enter.

"Hello you three," the psychologist greeted the students with a gentle smile.

"Hello Dr. Hudson."

Leonard stood up and extended his hand to the lady.

"We haven't really met yet. Nice to meet you."

Dr. Hudson shook hands and nodded.

"Nice to meet you as well, Leonard. It's all right if I say Leonard, isn't it?"

"By all means. I'd like that."

Leonard sat back down and Dr. Hudson looked around.

"Where may I sit?" she asked, and Scotty looked toward Leonard's desk, which was nearby.

Dr. Hudson pointed to the chair.

"Over there?"

"Where ever you want," Leonard replied, and Dr. Hudson took a seat in the chair.

She pulled out her PADD for notes.

"So, how can I help you?"

Scotty swallowed.

"It's... it's really more about me. Leonard... Leonard actually handles everything very well."

And Scotty admired him greatly for it. The Scotsman had only seen Leonard plagued by panic attacks or nightmares once or twice at most.

He was like a steady rock to Scotty. He was a place of safety.

"Is that so, Leonard?"

Dr. Hudson's eyes fell on Leonard, who had grabbed Scotty's hand and was squeezing it gently.

"I... yes. It's not like I was injured. And-"

Leonard fell silent when he saw Dr. Hudson's look. She said nothing, just looked at him questioningly.

"I also... didn't lose my home like Scotty."

Leonard held Scotty's hand even tighter. Something was not right. Scotty could see it clearly.

"You're looking for reasons, aren't you?"

Leonard narrowed his eyes in confusion when he heard Hudson's question.

"You're looking for reasons why it's not as bad for you as it is for Scotty. Reasons to be strong. But how do you feel, Leonard?"

Scotty saw that his fiancé was swallowing hard. His eyes were wide and... there were tears.

#star trek #montgomery scott #leonard mccoy #scones #au #against all odds

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ninjadeathblade · 8 months

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Febuwhump Day Nine: (Alt. Prompt) Immortality

Warnings: Reference to dying, mentions of natural disasters, swearing

Word count: 513

Author's notes: I took one look at this and knew immediately which of my OCs to write it for.

Dusk watched. And waited. And grew bored.

“Death?”

The otherworldly being appeared beside him. “Yes, little star?”

Dusk pointed to a spot on the planet. “Can I go down? Just for a little while?”

Death sighed and sat beside him. “You know we cannot. The only reason that I and Life intervened before was because we had to.” They paused before continuing. “Also, we would prefer for you to not start another apocalypse.”

Years passed.

Time felt so slow here.

Dusk watched with both happiness and pain as Dawn grew older.

When they died the planet shook, a crater forming through the middle of what remained of the Elven Kingdom.

Death and Life both appeared to reprimand him.

“What the fuck were you thinking?!” Death shrieked, wings fluttering nervously behind them as they tried to keep their own emotions in check.

Life was teleporting between the planet and their location, seemingly trying to do some sort of damage control.

“An earthquake?” Life said at one point. “Why?”

Dusk bit back the truth.

Life sighed, patted him on the back, then disappeared again.

Death didn't hang around for much longer before teleporting away as well.

A large boom sounded and Dusk whipped his head around to see where it came from.

Oh.

Well.

He guessed Death's newest pet project planet was gone now.

More months rolled by. Then years. Centuries.

It was almost painful to watch as the planet that was once his home changed.

Wars. Starvation. Poverty. Crime.

At least Dawn's descendants were mostly alright.

He remembered when he found out that he was going to have a niece.

That was…

Fuck, how long had it been?

Either way, she'd died…

When?

Dusk teleported to a distant planet, one Life had gifted to him ages ago.

Yeah, ages ago was definitely correct.

No room for mistake with that, it was only a week or two after he passed over and joined them and Death.

The planet was entirely white at the moment.

No plants, atmosphere, water, nothing.

He snapped his fingers and a singular tree popped into existence, a swing hanging from it.

His mother used to have one like that, he just about remembered that.

Dusk crossed to the swing, sitting down and pushing his feet into the blank ground.

I mean, did he even really need to be here?

As if sensing his dilemma, Life appeared in front of him, dozens of golden and silver eyes narrowed. “No.”

“I wasn't gonna do anything,” Dusk objected, swaying his body in motion with the swing.

Life went intangible as his feet kicked through their face. “No but you were wondering. If you are bored then I would suggest actually working on this place.”

Dusk let out a long, put-open sigh. “Do I have to?”

Life shrugged, wings jostling behind them. “No. However, it may distract you for a little while.”

They had a point.

Eternity was kind of a long time to just sit around and watch a planet that he cared less about now that the people he cared about weren't there.

#oc dusk #oc life #oc death #febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #whump #febuwhumpday9

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rhainontheshelves · 6 years

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Hey could I request 94 & 87 for Rocky?

A/N: In light of the Astro comeback, I finally ditched my original idea for this and came up with this! Thanks for being patient for a year and 4 months! Happy New Year, and happy reading! - Rhin

#94: “I had a bad dream again.”

#87: “Stay awake.”

You woke up in a sweat, your heart racing and mouth dry. Your head whipped to the left, expecting someone to be there, but all there was was the piercing light of your alarm clock, reading 1:15 AM. Sighing, you covered your eyes with your arm and did some breathing exercises to calm down. It’s okay. Everything’s over, you’re fine.

Finding the familiar worn plastic in between your mattress and the bed frame, you pulled out your phone and dialed your best friend Minhyuk.

“Oh, please be awake, please be awake.” you muttered as the other end rang. At the last second, he picked up and relief washed over you.

“Hey (Y/N), what’s up?” Minhyuk’s low and scratchy voice came over a bit too loud. It was obvious that he was tired, but he often stayed up late to choreograph songs for his group. You could faintly hear music in the background, further confirming what you knew.

“Are you at the building?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Is it alright if I come over for bit? Or would I be destroying your creative process?” You tossed in a teasing tone. He often told you that he liked being alone so he wouldn’t get distracted, but you knew that having someone there to listen to his ideas and give him feedback helped him a lot. He recognized this too, but most of the time was too stubborn to admit it, so you two threw around the “creative process” joke whenever times like this came around.

“My creative process is and always will be intact,” he retorted, feigning offense. “It doesn’t care if you’re here or not.”

Laughing, you rolled out of bed and started changing into your go-to leggings and hoodie. “I take that as a yes.”

“No, I wouldn’t want my BFF’s company at 1 in the morning! Of course you can come over. I’ll unlock the side door for you.”

“Cool. Thanks, man.”

“No problem. See you in a bit.”

“Yep!” With that, you hung up and slipped on some sneakers. Grabbing your keys and a hair tie, you left your apartment and walked to Fantagio.

About 15 minutes later, you pulled open the side door and walked down the dark hallway. The light from the practice room and the faint playing of Call Out guided your steps to Minhyuk.

“Hey, close the door! You’re letting all the cold air in,” Minhyuk called from the middle of the room. You were standing in the doorway, watching his fluid movements and the little quirky ones as he tried to figure out what should be next.

“It’s burning up in here! You need some cold air,” you fully entered and set your keys down on the table next to his phone.

“It’s perfect in here, thank you very much. Besides, you’re wearing a hoodie!”

“Because it’s cold outside! It’s winter, Minhyuk!” you shook your head. “Where were we going with this?”

“Honestly, I have no idea.”

“I don’t know either.” Plopping on the couch, you started scrolling on your phone. Soon, a sweaty and kinda smelly Minhyuk joined you.

“To what do I owe this visit?” he asked, not-so-sneakily looking over your shoulder at your screen.

“I had a bad dream again.”

“Again? Why was I not aware of these?”

You shrugged, trying to push the recollections to the back of your mind. “They don’t happen too often, and they don’t include you, so you didn’t need to know.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw possibly the biggest eye roll known to mankind. “If you’re having nightmares that keep you up past 2 in the morning, I should definitely know about them.”

“Look, I usually wake up from them around 4, so you’re lucky this is early for me.”

“Still isn’t a good reason,” he sing-songed.

“Ugh, shut up Minhyuk.” you slapped him on the arm and switched to Twitter to continue scrolling.

“What are they about?”

You raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“The nightmares. If you want to talk about them, then they might go away.”

“Honestly? I’d rather go back to middle school.” you tried to be as nonchalant as you could, but there was a tremor in your voice anyway.

“They’re that bad? Wow, they must have you really shaken up.” Concern made his eyebrows furrow and a small frown appear. The only other time you refused to talk to him about something was when you were having problems with family and choosing between the company and university. You had explained to him after it passed that you had felt like you needed to listen to yourself and not have anyone else’s opinion influencing you. He figured it was something similar this time, too. “Just know you’re not alone in this, okay?”

You dabbed at your eyes. “Okay.”

“Hey, do you still remember that routine we did before you left?” Minhyuk hopped up and held out his hands.

“Hyuk, that was like three years ago! How could I remember?”

“I could re-teach you!”

Finally, a grin broke out on your face. “Okay, let’s do it. See if I still got my moves.”

“They’ll come back, I don’t doubt it for a minute.”

You took his hands, got hoisted up, and followed Minhyuk to the middle of the room, ready to dance like you used to.

~~~

“Yeah!” you yelled, jumping up and down. “We did it!”

You two just did the whole routine all the way through without any mistakes. It took you a bit and a lot of reminders, but eventually muscle memory kicked in and suddenly you were dancing pretty much like before you left. Minhyuk loved the moment when you realized you were matching him with minimal effort. Your eyes lit up and you grinned really big, suddenly gaining more energy and charisma. He loved this side of you.

“Yeah! I’m so proud of you!” he mirrored your excitement, hugging you and spinning you around. “It’s just like old times!”

“Old times.” you hugged him tighter, “I miss the old times.”

“Me too.” he sighed, enjoying this little moment.

You pulled away and put your hands on his shoulders. “We have to film this.”

“We do?”

“Yeah! So we can compare it to that video the staff took when we first mastered this!”

“Okay. Ddoca should be around here somewhere.” Minhyuk began to look around.

“We could just do it on our phones. Is there a tripod anywhere?” You opened a closet and found one.

“My phone doesn’t have enough space. Ddoca probably has better filming quality, anyway.” Minhyuk pulled a little white camera out from behind the soundboard with a triumphant “Aha!”.

“Okay.” you shrugged. “Having the company label on it would probably be safer, anyway.”

Minhyuk laughed as he set the tripod up and screwed on Ddoca. “You know all of that is added after we film everything, right?”

“Yeah, I know! I’m just saying that I don’t mind if the company releases it if they want to.”

“Alright, we’re set.” Minhyuk looked up at you. “Wanna do an introduction?”

“I guess that’s probably the best way to do things, huh?” you came and crouched next to Minhyuk. “It’s gonna be weird, though.”

“You’ll get used to it.” Minhyuk chuckled. “Ready?”

With a nod, he reached over and pressed record.

“What’s up! It’s Rocky,” Minhyuk started, using his stage name out of force of habit. “Today is kind of a special edition of Y.Y.Y. I have a guest today!” He grinned as he put both arms out and gestured to you like that Will Smith meme. You shyly smiled and waved.

“I’m (Y/N). I used to be a trainee here at Fantagio.”

“We auditioned and got accepted around the same time, so we kinda became best friends.” Minhyuk put an arm around your shoulders, throwing you off balance and causing you to fall on your butt. You two dissolved into giggles, mostly due to it being 3:30 in the morning.

“Dear god, we’re tired.” you said, wiping a tear from your eye. “It’s so early.”

“Stay awake!” Minhyuk shook your shoulders. “We gotta get this done.” he went into another giggle fit.

“Anyway, we’re best friends here to recreate a routine we learned before I left and he debuted.” You smacked him, signalling him to calm down and focus. “We spent an hour and a half relearning it, so hopefully it’s pretty similar to the original.”

“It’s probably way better now. We’ve both matured and changed our styles, so it’ll look way different. Are you ready?” Minhyuk looked at you.

“As I’ll ever be. Let’s go!” With that, you went to your spot, Minhyuk started the music, and you two performed.

It felt like a huge audience was watching when it was only a camera. Nerves turned into focus. Focus on your moves, on your expressions, on the flow with Minhyuk. It felt like the old times, and that was the best feeling you had in a while. And just like old times, the routine was over way too quickly. You both froze in the ending pose, breathing heavily and grinning from ear to ear.

Minhyuk picked you up and spun you around again, making you squeal in surprise. “Minhyuk, I swear to god-”

“That was even better than the last time! We should have filmed the whole process.” Minhyuk continued to hold you as he walked toward Ddoca.

“No! I would have made a fool out of myself!” you lightly smacked his head. He put you down and squatted for Ddoca again.

“You did fine, (Y/N)! I swear, this girl is too hard on herself.” He said to the camera.

“Do you want me to actually whack you? ‘Cause I can do that.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop! Let me live.”

“We’ll see.”

“Uh, yeah. Anyway! We need to go, so this is Rocky and (Y/N) signing off.”

“Hopefully we’ll get to do more stuff in the future! Bye Ddoca,” you waved once again as Minhyuk said bye and stopped recording.

You flopped on the ground. “My legs are burning. Is that normal?”

“You haven’t danced seriously in years. I think it’s normal.” Minhyuk chuckled.

“Getting sleepy…” you couldn’t keep your eyes open anymore. You were warm from dancing and exhausted.

“Ah, let’s get you home before you do that. Come on, get up.” Minhyuk grabbed your hands and pulled you up.

Minhyuk walked you home after locking up. You yawned pretty much the whole way home, infecting him with them too.

“Do you want to stay the night?” you asked before you entered the apartment building. “You’re just as tired as I am.”

“I would, but Jinwoo-hyung and Dongmin-hyung are gonna have my head if I don’t go back to the dorm soon.” Minhyuk rubbed his neck.

You frowned, but hugged him anyway. “Be safe going back, okay?”

“I will.” He said, squeezing you once for good measure. He watched you run up the stairs and open the door to the complex.

“(Y/N)!” Minhyuk called just before the door closed.

You stuck your head out of the door. “What?”

“When you have another nightmare, I’ll always be there to dance with you.”

#513 days #513 days i let this sit #wow good job rhin #anyway #i originally planned this to be a follow-up to at first from a distance #if anyone remembers that dumpster fire #but now here this is!#hope you're still around to like it #park minhyuk scenario #rocky scenario #requested

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farfromharry · 3 years

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okay, from the little prompt thing 4,7, and 32 with like my favorite white boy thomas. imagine them at like idk comic con and theyre at a panel and homeboy cant keep his hands to himself. youre the best!! :)

summary: tom likes to always be holding you, even when on stage at a comic con

tom holland x actress!reader

w/c 513

touching prompts - 4. carressing the others hand, 7. holding hands, 32. caressing the others back.

Comic cons were not your ideal place to be. They were stressful and it felt like there were eyes on your every move. From some slightly clingy fans to the fans that just admired from afar, near enough everywhere you went, it was a very stress and anxiety inducing day.

Luckily for you though, you had your boyfriend by your side the entire time, the man knowing when these feelings were creeping up in you, so he knew when you needed to take a little break.

He would always be trying to touch you in some way, sometimes if it was even just your pinky fingers linked under the table.

Even when talking to fans Tom had his hands on you in some way. He simply just could not get enough of you.

You loved that he always wanted to be holding you, but when doing a panel in front of a large crowd, a lot of things could go wrong and you could easily be exposed.

Sitting next to him at a panel was even more nerve wracking, heck most of the teenage girls in the room were there to see Tom, so knowing you had a bunch of eyes on you made every move you made much more worrisome.

You felt Tom’s fingertips brush over the side of your leg, the man blindly looking for your hand as he kept his eyes and smile on the crowd.

You assisted him a little bit, sliding your fingers up against his with a smile that no one in the wave of people would be able to decipher.

He sent you a quick look, one that was filled with adoration for you, as he finally locked your fingers together, your hands holding one another under the table.

He managed to tug your hand over to him more, resting your joined fingers on his lap. His thumb gently ran over the back of your hand, tracing random patterns that popped into his mind while the interviewer spoke.

Your silly smile couldn’t be wiped off of your face for the rest of the panel, some fans innocently pointing out how happy you looked, making you flush as you continued to hide the real reason.

The whole thing didn’t last much longer and you were barely even off the stage when Tom was reaching for you again.

“C’mere.” The man made grabby hands in your direction, causing a smile to erupt on your face as you happily walked towards his outstretched arms.

You let out a sigh when your bodies finally melted together, your head tucking into his neck contentedly. You arms snaked around his torso, holding him close to you. Once of his hands settled on the back of your neck, the other running the flat of his hand ran up and down your back, cooing in your ear as he held you. You couldn’t help the warm feeling you felt inside as his lips found your temple, placing a gentle kiss against your hair line.

“I love you,” he mumbled. “Mm, I love you more.”

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thatblackravenclaw · 2 years

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I'm Falling For You

Masterlist

author note: I love writing for Remus so much.

Remus Lupin x Reader

word count: 513

song: Falling for U -Mxmtoon & Peachy!

warning(s): unrequited feelings

I was hanging with you and then I realized

I didn’t think it was true

I was surprised

When I’d found out I’d fallen for you

If it wasn’t for Remus, I’d probably never leave my room outside of going to class. When I bumped into him a few months ago in the library we kind of just started a secret friendship. Private is probably a better word than secret. I think we both prefer it that way.

It’s another peacefully study session in the back of the library when he asked me about an assignment he was working on. I was able to explain it to him fairly quickly since it was my best subject and then we went back to silence.

I couldn’t help but look at him. He’s probably the most beautiful person I’ve ever met. I know he hates his scars, but I love them. He makes them work.

I guess he felt eyes on him, because he looks up from his parchment and looks back at me. He smiles adoringly at me and goes back to studying. I swear my heart rate picked up and I stopped breathing. I think I’m falling for him.

No. That can’t be right. I can’t. We’re just friends and we’ll stay just friends. I can’t ruin that. I might lose him if he finds out. I can’t help it though. I didn’t mean to fall for him. He’s just so, Remus. How can one NOT fall for him? This is so typical and pathetic of me to fall in love with my best friend.

Maybe I can just hint at my feelings for him and see what happens. I could pull an opposite of James. My flirting will be very lowkey and I won’t blatantly tell him my feelings.

-.-.-.-

Please tell me boy can you get a clue

Or come through cause I just want to be with you

Over the course of the past week I’ve been hanging out with him more often in the library. Hasn’t even been for studying. We just sit in the back and talk. We learned to do silencing charms, so Madam Pince wouldn’t hear us.

A few days ago he said something so funny that it took everything in me to keep my laughter in. I wonder if he’s just naturally this funny or if he’s trying to impress me. I doubt it’s the latter. He seems like the type of person to just come right out and say his feelings.

-.-.-.-

Godric, can this dude not get a clue? It’s been 2 ½ weeks and it feels like he has not caught on? I feel like with each passing day I’m being more obvious and getting zero results.

Let’s be honest, if he did finally notice and admitted his feelings for me, how would I respond? I’m playing all these games, but truthfully I’m scared. I’m scared of telling him how I feel. Maybe it’s better if I just try to conceal the truth. For me and for him.

#remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin x you #remus x y/n #remus x reader #hufflepuff!reader #ravenclaw reader #ravenclaw!reader #slytherin!reader #hufflepuff reader #slytherin reader #remus x you

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fatiguing-thoughts · 4 years

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“Thank You For Not Killing Him” - Whitlocktober Day 16

As I walked back to my car from my class, I felt uneasy.

Now normally I do this on a daily basis and feel fine. I usually leave in the dark when it’s the winter, but today just felt wrong.

I felt my anxiety skyrocket and I began to hear footsteps so close to me.

I try not to look around, I didn’t want whoever was following me to know that I was scared, I didn’t need them to know that I was aware.

I took out my phone and texted Jasper.

“Jas, someone’s following me to my car.” I said.

I continue to walk as I hear the footsteps are almost behind me. I decide that now is the time that I can look around, just to know that if something happens at least I would know what they look like.

I turn around and see the quiet kid who sits in the back of my psychology class. I caught him staring quite often, but thought nothing of it. I wasn’t sure if he was staring at me anyway.

“I almost forgot to do the psych homework last night. I never realized you parked over here, too.” I said, hoping that my talking to him would discourage him of anything sketchy. I thought that maybe me acknowledging him would deter his actions. Maybe I wasn’t right.

The stranger walked faster and grabbed on my backpack, yanking me closer to him. I yelp out in surprise and go to scream, but he covers my mouth.

“Let her go, now.” Jasper says, trying very hard to control himself, trying not to murder the student.

I looked at my boyfriend, seeing absolute rage in his stance, his face wretched, lips pulled into a thin line.

“Jasper!” I yell as the quiet kid lets me go.

But before he’s gone, Jasper grabs onto his shirt.

“I swear to God, if I ever find out you try this again to anyone, I will find you. If I ever find out you are anywhere near her again, I will absolutely murder you.” He said through gritted teeth.

The boy nodded and ran away after Jasper threw him to the floor before walking over to me.

“I’m so sorry I got here so late, doll. Alice’s vision came a little too late.” He says as he pulls me into a protective embrace.

“It’s okay, Jas.” I said trying to catch my breath.

He just held me for a minute before we walked back to my car. He drove home as I was a bit shaky from the whole experience.

“Thank you for not murdering someone tonight.” I told him, honestly meaning it. I didn’t feel like covering up a murder when technically it may have not been necessary.

“I wish I could’ve. But a college campus and you being around makes it hard to kill people.” He said, with a light chuckle.

I looked down at my lap, smirking a bit.

Before I knew it, we arrived home and cuddled the whole night, him making sure I slept okay.

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Word Count: 513

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vindicatedvirgil · 4 years

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soulmate september / day twenty: birthday gifts

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19

Day Twenty: You can send one item to your soulmate every year. (I have made it so they can send the items on their birthdays)

Summary: The first few items are simple. Patton's parents explained that he should send something meaningful to his soulmate; so he sends things like his favorite book to read, his favorite stuffed animal. As they get older, he starts sending things like family heirlooms. Roman sends intricate paintings, screenplays, pieces of his writing. When Patton turns 18, he sends his phone number.

Ship: Royality (Roman x Patton)

word count: 513

@tsshipmonth2020

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The first few gifts were always things that parents had sent in the soulmate box. For Patton, his mom put in his favorite stuffed animals or snacks that he loved. Roman’s parents put in clothes, and Patton would always snuggle closely to them. Both sets of parents would write long letters about their ages, the progress the boys had made. Roman and Patton were lucky; some parents, upon learning that their child’s soulmate was of the same gender, would shut off all communication between the pair, making it impossible for the soulmates to get to know each other.

Patton sent his first gift to Roman when he turned four. He got so excited about sending his “soulheart” a gift on his birthday that he tried stuffing the box to the brim, but his mom made sure only one object was in there along with the usual letter. The object that Patton finally settled on was his baby blanket, and when Roman woke up on Patton’s birthday to the blanket, he snuggled it close.

Roman didn’t send his first official gift to Patton until he was five. It was a drawing he had made of cats and dogs, knowing that Patton was fond of animals. It made Patton so happy to see it that he had it pinned up on his wall for many many years.

As the years went on, the pair sent back and forth things of great importance as well as letters. Roman often wrote about the community plays he participated in and included the playbills. Patton included whole notebooks of letters, things throughout the year he wanted to tell Roman, ranging from animals he saw to friends he got to know. Roman would sit in the dark and read through these letters often, and by the time they reached high school, he knew that he was in love, and was thankful that they were soulmates.

Finally, one year, Patton sent his phone number, announcing that he’d be going off to college soon, and he wanted to meet Roman in person.

By some strange stroke of luck, they were to be attending the same university. So on visit day, the two agreed to meet in a coffee shop. They hadn’t seen photos of each other, deciding back in elementary school that they’d wait until they met in person to see what the other looked like. It’ll be super romantic, Roman wrote one year. Patton agreed.

Of course, now, as he was sitting at a table outside a coffee shop, drinking his tea and watching as Roman’s coffee was set down in front of the empty seat at the table, he was absolutely wishing that he knew exactly who he was looking for. But then he heard a booming, sultry voice approaching him, and it was like his heart knew.

Roman stepped up to him, wearing a red leather jacket, black shirt, and blue jeans. Patton blinked, a smile crossing his features as he stood up and let himself be scooped into the arms of his soulmate for the very first time.

#tsshipmonth2020 #amanda writes sanders sides fic #amanda's soulmate september drabbles #drabbles #soulmate september #ts soulmate au #soulmate au #sanders sides soulmate au #ts royality #royality #ts roman #roman sanders #ts patton #patton sanders #romantic royality #royality soulmates

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twix-tom · 4 years

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It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas

A/N: Christmas is here bitches!! I will TRY to write everyday until the 25! I still have some more to write so if u have request about a specific Christmas topic OR any other holiday you celebrate (or if you don’t celebrate) let me know and I will TRY to write it! I will write them for Tom and Haz:)

Word Count: 513

Day 1: Harrison Osterfield x Fem!Reader.

Hot Chocolate sounded like a great choice right now. The streets are cold and the constant buzzing of the people around her was exhausting. Trying to avoid everyone with their big boxes and bags can be tiring.

She liked Christmas, the sense of warm in the middle of the cold was always a nice reminder of every possible metaphor that that may contain, it made her feel better the same way that catching her favorite movie while she was browsing the channels on the TV did.

Y/N was determined now to get to the coffee shop that served her favorite hot chocolate and order one, maybe something sweet to eat with it and just sit and watch people for a while, maybe she could even pop into a bookstore and see if there was something new that caught her attention or maybe she could just-

“Fuck!” she felt the pavement really quickly on her ass and felt even more cold “I’m so sorry, are you okay?”

There was a blonde man staring directly at her on the floor and suddenly the embarrassment replaced every bit of cold that her body could feel, he was crouching down trying to see if she had been injured after colliding with him. It was kinda surprising that she ended up on the floor and he didn’t even move

“Let me help you up, I’m so sorry” their footwear choices were very different. She noticed after taking his hand and finally getting up, while shaking her coat of any dirt that may have gotten on it she noticed his heavy looking boots. Compared with her little flimsy ones that her dad had told her would cause her problem, she could see how he hadn’t even flinched.

“I’M sorry, I wasn’t paying attention. Stop apologizing” the heavy-boots guy was very attractive now that she had him face to face. He had incredible beautiful blue eyes being framed by his glasses just like art. She felt a tingle in the center of her chest and her palms

“I’ll blame the cold, it has us all a little… loopy” the way she smiled made his heart start beating harder than before his face now feeling really hot. He hadn't expected that his Christmas shopping would be interrupted like this, and it would have been an inconvenience to have to stop so suddenly if it wasn’t because of her

“Yeah, it’s a good excuse for illimited hot chocolate though” she said pointing to the coffee shop just across them, feeling bolder than she probably should feel given the circumstances she continued “Would you like one?”

Her voice was softer, almost as if she had gotten unsure of asking, he could see now in her shining eyes a little bit of shyness, her eyes were hypnotizing and while he was lost on how beautiful they were she was planing how her life would be now that she HAD TO MOVE OUT OF THE COUNTRY, WHAT WAS SHE THINKING ASKIN-

“Only if you let me pay”

Maybe a little buzzing wasn't so bad.

#harrison osterfield #haz osterfield #harrison osterfield x reader #harrison osterfield x you #harrison x fem!reader #harrison osterfield imagine #harrison osterfield blurb #harrison osterfield fluff #harrison osterfield fanfic #harrison osterfield fan fiction #harrison osterfield x yn #harrison osterfield x y/n #ellas christmas fics #ella writes

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verygayforrobin · 4 years

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Lunch Break

Pairing: Robin x Reader

Description: You’re Steve’s one year younger sister and you’re going to visit him on his first day of work at Scoops Ahoy.

Warnings: None

Words: 513

Authors Note: this is my first fic so i know it’s bad lol

Y/N’s POV:

You hop off your skateboard outside the Starcourt Mall, it’s your first time coming. Malls were never your thing, but you needed to stop at the record store and of course visit Steve on his first day of work. You never expected that Steve would be able to get a job so an ice cream shop didn’t seem like that much of a stretch.

You walk towards Scoops Ahoy. “Hey! Steve!” you say.

“Y/N!” he exclaims. You run and hug him. “I’m about to go on my lunch break but I’m sure you’ll survive 15 minutes without me.”

You walk towards the counter barely noticing the girl behind the counter. “Hey can I get the um.. USS Butter-hot! I mean Butterscotch!” you blush and she laughs. “I’m Y/N.” you add.

“I’m Robin,” she says as she hands you your ice cream. “Feel free to hangout while Steve is on break.”

“Okay, Cool!” you say. Robin leads you to the back room.

“It’s a bit comfier back here.” she smiles.

“Yeah, thanks.”

Robin’s POV:

When I saw Y/N coming towards the counter I started to freak out, she was one of the prettiest girls I’d ever seen. I can’t believe Steve never told me he had a sister.

“Soooo, Y/N. We have an open position here, I know it might be a little weird to work with your brother but-”

“I’d love to!” she says interrupting me, I see her smile and look down at her feet shyly.

Y/N’s POV:

~some time passes~

“Ugh, Y/N, you’re so bad at scooping ice cream how did you even get this job?” Steve laughs.

“I think I could say the same thing about you, Stevie.” You reply, Robin giggles.

“So, Robin, what do you think about having a sleepover at our place, ya know, girls night?!” Steve says.

“Steve you’re not a girl…” you reply.

“I practically am! What do you think Robin?”

“Sure sounds fun,” she says.

~Later that night~

The doorbell rings and Steve let's Robin in. “Hey guys,” she says.

“Hi, Robin! So me and you are gonna be sleeping in my room and Steve will be in his room.” you say.

“Awesome, is it just down the hall there?”

“Yup,” you reply as all three of you head to your room. Robin looks at all the band posters and smiles as you put Boys Don’t Cry by the Cure on your record player.

“A woman of taste I see.” she says and you blush. Robin takes a seat on your bed and you and Steve sit on the floor. You talk and laugh for hours.

“So, since this is ‘girls night’ let’s have a real talk.” Steve says.

“Okay, when are you two gonna start dating already?!”

“WHAT?!” you and Robin say in unison.

“Well, goodnight!” Steve laughs as he runs out of the room.

“Oh, umm-” you start to say and then Robin cuts you off with a kiss and you blush.

“FINALLY!!” Steve yells and you see him peeking through the door.

Thank god for Steve’s lunch break. you think.

#robin x reader #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x you #fanfic #fan fiction #stranger things #lesbian #wlw #robin buckley #steve harrison #joe kerry #maya hawke #robin buckley imagine #maya hawke x reader #maya hawke imagine #scoops ahoy

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qianinterprises · 4 years

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Unsaid Silence

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: It's worth mentioning that I 1) write this a while back and posted it on a03, 2) wrote this in one night and finished at like 4am, and 3) got a lot of help from my ex-bestfriend.

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Johnny thought it would be fun. Walking around in the darkness with flashlights and friends.

Everyone else thought it was a half drunken joke to cackle about well into the week.

It was all fun and games until they realized... Johnny was serious.

It was not going to be fun.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: this is a horror, read at your own risk, WayV makes an appearance and kinda in a bad way so again, read at your own risk (I love WayV from the bottom of my heart so please don't be offended!)

It shouldn’t have come as a shock to anyone when Johnny announced his bright idea. Yet somehow, it shocked everyone. It was the type of thing that is announced over drinks at the bar, giggled about during late night movie nights, but no one ever stops to wonder if it’s serious, because it usually isn’t.

So when Johnny enlightened the 127 members of his “enthralling idea” to go crawling around the old Daegu Asylum while they were sitting around their bar table, half drunk, it had seemed like a great idea. Mark was particularly amused by the idea. As he sprawled himself across Haechan’s lap, giggling and hiccupping, it was all he could mutter about. How exhilarating it would be to investigate when they finished their schedules up early the next week.

And that was just the beginning. Throughout the rest of the week, everyone had brought it up at least once. Even Doyoung was excitedly chattering about it to his boyfriend over video call one evening. The male on the other end had warned him them that Johnny might not be joking. But it was all too much of a hilarious joke to be serious.

At least, that’s what everyone thought.

When Friday rolled around, they all piled into the vans, sweaty and tired from their latest dance practice, all eagerly awaiting for the rest of their evening and the next day off. The sun was still in the sky, although preparing itself to descend behind the horizon and wake up the rest of the world.

“Are you guys ready for tonight?” an excited Johnny asked the group he was with, practically bouncing in his seat beside Jaehyun.

He didn’t receive a verbal answer. A few grunts of confusion and lazy moans of others who just didn’t care. The only thought on anyone’s mind was shower, dinner or sitting around the television watching a movie.

He took no mind to it, grinning to himself in excitement. He’d spent his week packing a few backpacks for their excursion.

Upon arriving home, Taeyong noted how excited and bouncy Johnny appeared to be, even after a particularly grueling dance practice. He tried not to let it bother him though, or to pay too much attention to that nagging feeling in his gut. All he wanted to think about was getting his sticky body under the hot spray of the shower before crawling into bed with Jungwoo for a nice night of movies and cuddles.

Everyone went their separate ways, into one of the three bathrooms or to change into something more comfortable. Some even opted to flop down on the couches for a much needed break. Doyoung called in a pizza order for dinner before collapsing on the couch beside Yuta and plucking his buzzing phone from his pocket.

He squinted at a particularly coded text from Kun. The male was hardly ever straight forward when either of them ran the risk of one of the youngers seeing their messages, but this one, Doyoungcouldn’t even understand.

“Hyung, how well can you read Chinese?” he asked the elder.

Yuta glanced at him tiredly and then at the phone Doyoung was holding. With a sigh, he looked at the screen and scrunched his eyebrows in confusion.

“It says ‘The John Giant serious about dead people’” he read.

Doyoung stared at the black screen of the television in confusion. His boyfriend had never been this hard to read.

He spent the next two minutes pondering the words until Taeil came into view, dressed in cargo pants, a polo shirt, and an X-shaped vest strapped across his chest with small round pockets full of something.

Yuta took one look at him and burst out into giggles.

“What are you wearing?” he asked loudly, laughing and slapping his thighs.

Doyoung just stared at the elder as he pouted.

“Johnny made me wear this! He said something about “needing it tonight,” whatever that means,” Taeil said, walking over to sit beside Yuta.

Understanding slapped Doyoung in the face. He sprang up from the couch, startling the other two with the suddenness before running up the stairs. He slammed open Johnny’s door to see the elder strapping on a vest similar to Taeil’s. He could see what was in the pockets clearly now. Shotgun shells filled with a white substance. If he had to guess, Doyoung would say salt.

“Johnny hyung! What the hell? Please tell me you’re not dressing for what I think you’re dressing for!” Doyoung cried.

Johnny just grinned at him and handed him a backpack stuffed to the brink.

“Make sure everyone gets ready! We leave at dusk!” he beamed.

He didn’t lie. As soon as the sun disappeared and the sky was cast in dark blue’s as the moon and stars came into the light, Johnny was pushing everyone out the door into one of the larger vans that would fit everyone. By this point, everyone knew his intentions. All dressed in movable jeans or cargo pants, polo shirts, hiking boots (or durable sneakers), and either wearing a vest of salt bullets or carrying a heavy backpack.

“I can’t believe he was serious,” Haechan whined.

No one responded, but almost everyone felt the same. It was a tipsy suggestion at a bar one night after practice. Those weren’t supposed to come true and be serious. Yet, here they were. About to go into this Asylum that was supposed “haunted” because Johnny thought seeing ghosts would be fun.

This wasn’t anyone’s definition of fun. Except Johnny’s.

The van came to a stop and Yuta let out a groan.

“Oh lovely. We’re here,” he whined, opening the side door and crawling out sluggishly.

Johnny was still the first one out, and practically vibrating with excitement.

“Come on! Let’s go! Let’s see some ghosts!”

Jungwoo looked at the asylum skeptically. Fear traced in his eyes as he struggled to keep his hands steady at his sides.

“Are you sure we have to do this? We can rent a horror movie instead!” he whined.

Johnny rolled his eyes and grabbed the males hand.

“Come on! It’ll be fun!” he beckoned, tugging Jungwoo closer.

Jungwoo let out a screech and wrapped his lithe fingers around Taeyong’s hand, digging his nails into the leaders flesh in his escape to tear himself from Johnny.

“Come on, it’s not that bad. Ghosts aren’t real anyways, guys. I just wanted to look around. Please,” Johnny pouted.

“Why couldn’t we just explore it during the day? You know, when it’s not creepy!” Yuta fired.

Johnny released his grip on Jungwoo and turned his attention to Mark, who was already shrinking back and attempting to hide behind Jaehyun. Only to be shoved out by Haechan, who was already hiding behind the elder male.

“Come on Markie! You know you wanna come in with me!” Johnny cooed.

Mark grumbled, his resolve falling rapidly as he begrudgingly stepped closer to Johnny.

“You too Jaehyunnie! I bet if you use one of the video camera’s to record yourself, you’ll have that girl you’re trying to impress swooning!” Johnny said.

Jaehyun sighed and wrapped a hand around Haechan’s wrist, the youngest protesting loudly as he was dragged to the front as well.

Taeyong groaned and looked around at the remaining members.

“Let’s get this over with. The longer we stand out here waiting, the longer we have to be here. Johnny, you have one hour. I’m setting my timer. If you’re not done in one hour, we’re leaving you here and going home,” he said.

Everyone knew Taeyong was lying. They’d never leave Johnny behind. Taeyong himself would knock the giant out and make Jaehyun and Doyoung drag him out by his ankles if it came down to it.

He received lots of irritated moans and groans, but eventually, everyone was mentally preparing themselves to enter the asylum.

As they pushed open the creaky, moldy door, Taeyong, Jaehyun, Doyoung, Mark, and Yuta switched on the large torch flashlights they had all received in their backpacks, among other things. Broken glass crunched beneath their feet as they entered, and as Jaehyun (who was bringing up the rear) stepped in, the door slammed shut behind them. Jungwoo let out a fearful whimper and Taeyong wrapped an arm around his waist in an attempt at comforting the male.

They walked slowly, shining lights on everything they could, broken lamps, busted out chairs, ancient computers, a gargoyle head, a skull and bones, medical papers. Yuta shuttered against Taeil as the carefully walked past the bones.

“I didn’t think anyone died here,” Mark asked curiously.

“That’s the official statement,” Taeyong answered, hissing when a rat ran across his foot.

He nearly elbowed Doyoung in the nose as he lunged away from the rodent, earning a glare from the other.

“I was young at the time, but my brother told me about it. Apparently, there was this doctor that was experimenting on patients in his office. He was paid by the city to pick random patients and do lab experiments on them to try to “cure their psychosis,”” Doyoung said.

Haechan slammed into Doyoung’s back when the sound of glass shattering filled the air. The younger trembled, burying his face in the back of Doyoung’s shirt and the elder sighed, spinning around and wrapped his arms around the maknae.

“Sorry, I kicked over a mirror and it shattered,” Johnny apologized, bending down to investigate the mirror.

A few jagged shards of glass still clutched the panels of the mahogany brown frame, covered in thick dust. Johnny blew some of the dust away and found bloody fingerprints dotted all over the frame. Curiously, he flipped the mirror over and gaped.

‘Room 513’

The frenzied message appeared to have been written in blood with a shaky hand, the letter’s crooked and jagged.

“Let’s go!” Johnny declared, getting ready to lead the brigade.

“Are you crazy! No!” Haechan whispered back, his body still pressed as close to Doyoung as he could get.

“Uh… guys,” Jaehyun said, his voice wavering.

“It’ll be fun! We have to find out what’s in that room!” Johnny declared.

“Do you even hear yourself? No! We don’t go in strange rooms looking for trouble! Haven’t you watched any horror movies? That’s where the killer is always waiting to slaughter whoever is stupid enough to follow the instructions!” Yuta hissed

From somewhere nearby, a droplet of water could faintly be heard hitting the floor.

“Guys…” Jaehyun tried again.

“Don’t be stupid! Horror movies don’t exist! We’ll never know what’s back there if we don’t explore!” Johnny persisted.

“Johnny no! That is a dumb idea!” Jungwoo cried.

“GUYS!” This time, Jaehyun was yelling.

“What?!” Johnny yelled back, clearly irritated.

“The blood… on the mirror… it’s fresh…” Jaehyun spluttered.

Attention turned to the mirror in time to watch another droplet of blood patter down to the floor.

Haechan let out an ear piercing scream.

“Where’s Taeil hyung?!” he cried.

This sent everyone into a frenzy, particularly Yuta who was determined that Taeil was hiding rather than admitting the fact that he was gone.

“Stay calm! I’m sure there is a rational explanation,” Doyoung tried, but his voice was shaking so much, almost no one believed it.

Taeyong took a shaky breath and counted down the members. Taeil was indeed missing.

“We need to try to find him. We’ll split up into teams of four,” Taeyong said.

He slipped the backpack off his back and pulled out two walkie talkies with full batteries.

He took one for himself and handed one to Doyoung before splitting ways with his companions, Johnny, Junwoo, and Yuta.

Taeyong led the group down the hallway they had been following, carefully watching the floor and walls for any signs of Taeil. He didn’t know whether to be thankful or terrified that there were none.

Jungwoo was practically glued to his back, whining if he became too far out of the youngers grasp.

Yuta was already a mess. Trembling and whimpering with practically every step. Taeyong could almost hear his rapid heartbeat as his desperate eyes drove over the walls, looking for anything that would lead him to his boyfriend.

All of the excitement seemed to have evaporated off Johnny now, replaced with a look of pure terror and self-loathing that Taeyong almost wanted to wipe off his face. But the sick part was, he found Johnny’s mood justified.

“HELP ME!” Taeil’s voice screamed down the hall, rattling off the tattered walls.

“TAEIL!” Yuta screamed, tearing through the hallway, or trying to at least.

Taeyong’s fingers snagged around Yuta’s empty beltloops and held him in an iron grip he didn’t know he possessed.

Yuta squirmed in his grip, Taeyong’s fingers burning with the movements, not that Yuta cared at the present.

“Let me go!” he shrieked.

Taeyong was at a loss. Jungwoo was clinging to his left arm, refusing to let go. Yuta was struggling against Taeyong’s grip, practically ripping the joints from their sockets. Johnny stood stiff as a board, eyes staring off down the hall, glazed over.

“HELP ME!” Taeil’s voice shrieked again.

Yuta let out a loud wail as he struggled to free himself from Taeyong’s fingers, his feet scuffing at the dusty red rug thrown across the floor, kicking it up in large wrinkles until the movement eventually had him face planting into the worn rug, dust particles immediately sprouting into the air.

Jungwoo’s sensitive nose rattled off the walls as his body shook and convulsed by the force of his sneezes, snot blobs springing from his nose to plop gracelessly on Taeyong’s arm. In a crazed rush, Taeyong shoved Jungwoo’s still convulsing body into Johnny’s stiff one as he tore the fabric of his own sleeve to wipe away the disgusting residue of dust.

As Jungwoo’s body collided with Johnny’s the taller male was ripped from the grip of his stupor, arms wrapping protectively around the younger’s waist, steadying him before pulling the other’s shirt over his nose in an attempt at creating a filter between the dust and Jungwoo.

Another scream tore through the hallway, but this time, it wasn’t Taeil’s voice.

Doyoung led his group the opposite direction of Taeyong’s. There had been a narrow hallway that bridged off from what was presumably the main hallway. This hallway was much thinner. The walls were separated by a few yards. As Doyoung led the way, his flashlight barely provided much light in the pitch black. His shoulders brushed against both walls, making him shutter every time his clothed arm touched a paint-chipped dip.

Haechan huddled as close to Doyoung as he could get, practically tripping on the elder’s heels, his arms wrapped tightly around his hyungs middle, his heart beating rapidly in his chest. He shined the light against the walls, hoping the clarity would calm his racing mind and open his lungs that had seemed to collapse on themselves.

“It’s ok Hyuckie,” Mark called quietly, a large hand splaying across Haechan’s back, rubbing small circles with his fingers.

It helped that there were others there. The warm body pressed against his chest. The soothing hand against his back calmed him down only slightly. But when that hand suddenly vanished, Hyuck was left shuttering.

“Hyung?” his voice shook at the question.

The other grunted in response and Haechan felt his heart jump into his throat in relief. But the hand wasn’t replaced.

The group toddled along until Doyoung’s leading feet collided with sheetrock. Haechan collided against his back and another body collide against his.

“Oof, hyung, get off me!” he whined in protest at the weight pressing him against Doyoung.

There was a muffled apology and scuffling feet as the body lifted off Haechan’s back, allowing the youngest to back off Doyoung just enough for the male to get himself off the wall.

Jaehyun shined his flashlight against the white wall that was suddenly in front of them, coming out of nowhere. And if Doyoung hadn't turned his head to the right and faced a dooming blackness, he’d have assumed they were trapped at a dead end.

The sharpness of the curve wasn’t expected, and sent a chill down Doyoung’s spine as his flashlight skidded across the dusty red carpet, ensuring that they were indeed headed down another dark hallway rather than dropping into a random pit.

Haechan’s grip on Doyoung tightened as the male took a tentative step into the hallway, his blood running cold at the creak of a floorboard under the other’s weight.

“Be careful hyung,” Jaehyun’s whispered voice was right in his ear.

Haechan shivered away, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up at Jaehyun’s deep voice rattling around in his brain, confusion clouding his mind.

Doyoung hummed in response, focusing solely on stepping on the floor as if the floor could shatter in seconds. Haechan didn’t want to think about how possible that was.

The whole group jumped, Haechan clinging to both hyungs in fear as a familiarly, loud scream echoed off the walls.

“Mark?” there was Jaehyun’s voice again.

And suddenly, Haechan knew why he’d been confused.

“... Mark hyung is gone…” his voice was weak with trembles as tears welled up in the ducts of his eyes.

Taeil’s back hit the wall with a quiet thud, the icy hand on his forearm squeezing tightly as he watched in horror as red letters were spelled out on the mirror, the wound on his thigh still drizzling small spurts of blood, but not enough to be alarming. Not enough to really be… anything.

He was confused.

The freakishly cool body had brushed against his back and tugged him off into the darkness, a bony hand wrapped tightly around his mouth, forcing any cry for help back into his chapped lips. A raspy voice whispered something hoarsely against his ear, trembles tingling down his spine in fear before he passed out.

The wound on his thigh was there when he’d awoken. It looked horrible. Like a stabbed gash. But upon tearing away the fabric of his pants, he found a gash, not much deeper than a small cut, but it admittedly hurt like hell.

A dark figure came into view, soundless footsteps falling on the carpet as the figure approached and a screaming plea tore itself from his throat.

Yuta grumbled unhappily, his body squished and exposed in ways that would make Mark blush in shame. His stomach pressed in on itself at the odd angle, legs dangling uselessly below him.

His body jolted suddenly, pain searing through his ribs at the weight of his body slamming into the solid surface.

“Yah! I’m not a sack of rice!” he protested angrily, slapping at the rigid back.

“Well if you’d stop squirming, maybe it’d be easier to walk!” Johnny snapped back, a hand slapping against the others thigh.

Yuta let out a loud yell and glared at the floor.

“Stop it you two. The last thing we need is for someone else to disappear,” Taeyong hissed through a whisper.

Ever since they’d heard the second scream, they’d been trying to place who it was. All they knew for sure was, either someone else was in the asylum with them, or another member of their group had gone missing. None of them were ready to face any of those options.

Johnny’s foot collided with something hard and movable. It crunched beneath his feet, a sickening crack rattling in his stomach as his legs flew out from under him, the extra body on his shoulder tempting gravity far too much as his plush bum collided with the ground, the floor groaning in response.

A hiss poured from his lips, Yuta’s now writhing body rolling from his shoulder, curling into a ball to clutch at his center. Johnny could faintly see the glisten of tears in his eyes from the glow of Taeyong’s flashlight as Jungwoo knelt down to nurse the male.

Johnny felt bad. Well, he almost felt bad. It was at the brink of building until his eyes fell on the tarnished white walls, his pupils freezing over the words clawed out in crooked, jagged piques, mixing with the paint and sheetrock. His blood chilled and he swore his heart stopped for a moment before clanging loudly in his ears.

“J-Jungwoo… how are you feeling?” he asked shakily, his eyes never leaving the markings on the wall.

“I’m fine hyung, why?” the male asked.

Johnny could feel Taeyong’s gaze burning a hole in the back of his head.

“Jungwoo, don’t leave Yuta’s side, OK?” he urged.

“What the hell is going on?” Taeyong asked, more than a little irritated and frightened.

Johnny had no words for the sight his eyes refused to leave. All his words had seemed to dry up completely now. He simply pointed.

Taeyong put a hand on Johnny’s shoulder to brace himself as he knelt down. A gasp rushing from his lips as his eyes landed on it.

Jungwoo

The lone name was scrawled into the wall like a desperate plea of a sharp nailed child in one last attempt at calling out.

“Shit.”

The word seemed to fall out of nowhere.

A shiver ran through Johnny’s back. That wasn’t any of their voices.

“Let’s keep mo- Jungwoo!”

The boy whose name appeared on the wall was suddenly pressing himself against the wall for support. Choked coughs tearing painfully from his throat and a smell wafting through to Taeyong’s nose. But it was too late.

With drooping eyes, Taeyong’s knees began to crumble, unable to support his weight any longer, rather, falling on top of Johnny, both body’s colliding lifelessly to the dusty floor.

Coughs continued to tear from Jungwoo’s throat as he struggled to keep his eyes open, clutching at Yuta’s limp arm before his whole world faded to black, his body slamming against the red carpet, eyes long rolled into the back of his head.

Doyoung’s breathing came out slow and erratic. Particles of what was hopefully dust swarming the air around him as the narrow walls pressed closer, making it unable to walk straight any longer.

Haechan whimpered beside him. His shoulders pressed between Jaehyun and Doyoungs as they shimmied their way down the hallway. Doyoung’s back was pressed flush against one wall, the opposite wall a foot away from his head now.

“Breath Haechan,” Jaehyun instructed.

Doyoung turned to look at the youngest, his heart clenching at the sight.

Haechan was a mess. His breathing uneven and choppy. His eyes shifting around and his body trembling. Doyoung could imagine his heart was likely also beating painfully against his ribs.

It was a well known fact that Haechan was painfully claustrophobic. He also had a fear of horror movies. And this damn well felt like they were sucked into the middle of one.

Haechan clenched his fingers around Jaehyun’s hand, trying desperately to calm himself down, but that task didn’t get any easier as he suddenly heard creaks in the floor, getting closer and louder.

“Hyung!” Haechan cried, burying his face in Doyoung’s shoulder until the creaking stopped.

“Shh, it’s ok Haechan,” Doyoung whispered softly.

He shined the light of the flashlight down the hallway as let out a deep rush of air as the light hit a wall expanding the narrow hallway.

“Come on, the wall expands back here,” he whispered, itching himself down the wall.

When they finally broke from the narrow hallway, they all felt the air become more open and easier to breath. The air that had stuffed itself in the swell of Haechan’s chest rushed out greedily as he took a few cleansing breaths.

It was pitch black. Even with the flashlights, none of them could see much in front of them. The glow of the lights licked at the inky shadows, but to no avail, simply revealing minuscule secrets of whatever room they were in.

Feeling more confident, Haechan used his own torch light to look around, never leaving his spot between Doyoung and Jaehyun, hand still grasped in Jaehyun’s.

As his light glowed, they fell on a pair of black shoes that he immediately recognized.

“It’s Mark!” he cried, shining the flashlight up the thin legs.

Something felt off as the light trailed up the body. The stature seemed too small and frail to be Mark’s, but Haechan wasn’t going to chase away his own relief.

The light glided over a tiny torso and up fragile arms. That didn’t seem like Mark either, except for the way the arms were crossed over one another almost awkwardly.

Haechan had Jaehyun and Doyoung’s attention. Six eyes trailing up the figure of Mark, checking him for injuries and finding none.

Up a taunt chest and sunken in collar bones.

He looked fine. No injuries. Maybe he’d found a trap door that led him to the room where he’d been waiting for them.

Up narrow face.

A scream ripped from Haechan’s throat. Doyoung let out his own shriek and Jaehyun’s high pitched wails blended horribly with the others.

Piercing red stared directly at them, unblinking, from their friend that shouldn’t be here.

Ten’s red eyes and sunken in state had Doyoung and Jaehyun sprinting from the room, clabbering over themselves, uncaring what the sickening crunching under their feet was or the scraping of metal. They didn’t even pay any attention to the groaning close.

Doyoung’s hand hit a slightly ajar door and he burst through it, Jaehyun following him as they were once again swallowed up by darkness.

“Oh my God,” Doyoung whispered hoarsely.

Jaehyun grunted in response, resting his hands on his knees in an attempt at catching his breath.

A terrified scream startled them both before all was eerily silent. And it was at that moment, that they realized their fatal mistake.

Haechan’s mortified scream still hanging in their ears as Doyoung’s chest tightened.

He’d left the maknae.

Mark opened his eyes into a gray blackness that had his head fuzzy and flittering. Where was he? Was this heaven? He felt so soft. Pillows under his head, blankets delicately draped over him.

A scream broke through the silence of the room and he sat up, eyes snapping back open. He didn’t realize he’d shut them. The bed disappeared, replaced with wet concrete and the smell of sewage. An anger yell snagged his attention once again and the soggy concrete was replaced with pure, fuzzy darkness once again as a familiarly deep voice tendered his ears and calmed his mind.

Johnny’s eyes flew open, staring up at a high ceiling covered in cobwebs that shined in the light of the flashlight. He took the flashlight and sighed as he sat up, his joints stiff from his time on the floor.

How long had he been out?

“Guys?” he asked, shining the light around to where Taeyong, Yuta, and Jungwoo once were.

He gaped as they were nowhere to be seen.

His heart stilled. Eyes frozen over in terror as a realization flashed through his mind.

“I got them killed…”

There was no point in running anymore. His eyes were drawn to the red carpet once again. But now, there was a trail of blood right where Yuta had been laying, heavily pouring further down the hallway like a river.

“No…”

He fell back against the floor. The carpet scratching uncomfortably against his skin, but he couldn’t bring himself to care anymore. He only had one person left to live for. And he didn’t deserve him.

Johnny was a murdered. His stupid idea had gotten his friends killed and now, he was left with one person to answer to. A person he’d never be able to look in the eye again. A person wearing all black. A person with dark red eyes. A person carrying Haechan’s lifeless body.

Wait what?!

“Do you see what you’ve done?” Ten hissed, standing over Johnny menacingly.

Johnny gulped. Why was Ten here? What happened to him?

“Congratulations,” the sneer was nasty.

It had Johnny nearly crippled with the gripping ice of the voice.

Tiny arms dropped Haechan’s body to the floor, watching it land with a hard slap against the carpet, his head merely moving with the force of the fall.

Johnny almost couldn’t bring himself to look at the maknae, tears welling in his eyes.

His eyes were open, dinged over in deep gray, gone, cold, dead. His clothes were covered in blood stemming from the long gash around his throat.

Tears fell from Johnny’s eyes.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself?” Ten’s voice hissed.

Johnny gulped as he clutched Haechan’s cold hand.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“You should be.”

The voice wasn’t Ten’s.

Johnny’s eyes widened again in horror as Haechan’s eyes shifted to glare at him, eyes turning as red as Ten’s.

“You killed us,” Ten growled above them.

Haechan stood up as if he wasn’t dead moments ago, effortlessly.

“And now you share our fate.”

Ten lifted his shirt and Johnny’s mind raced as his eyes caught side of the knife buried in Ten’s side. He watched the knife glide from the torn and bloodied skin and he wondered if this was how Ten had died. Slow and painful. But he didn’t have time to ponder this as the knife was plunged deep into Johnny’s chest before both bodies disappeared into dust.

Jaehyun’s knees hit the floor as he stared at the door they had just raced from. There was no sound. No creaking floors. No screaming. No whispering. No groaning. It was silent. Dead.

The thought had Jaehyun shaking as he reached out to grip Doyoung’s shirt, but his palm connected with something warm and wet instead.

“You killed him.” a voice echoed in his ears.

It was strangely familiar, but he couldn’t place it.

“You ran and left him there to die.”

Where the hell was that voice coming from.

“He sought you out for protection and you repay him with betrayal.”

Something cold pressed against his head and he froze. He knew that voice.

“I-I’m sorry!” he stammered.

“I don’t think you mean that,” the voice echoed again, the blade of the knife digging into the skin of his temple.

“Please! No! I thought he was with us!” he cried.

He felt something trickle down the side of his face, something warm and wet.

“Pathetic.”

The knife disappeared from his head as a boot clad foot pressed itself against his back and shoved him forward in the darkness. His hand collided with something warm before light flooded his vision, temporarily blinding him before YangYang’s form came into view, red eyes just as piercing as Ten’s.

He didn’t know what happened. Watching Doyoung flail around in terror struck a cord deep within his heart and he couldn’t stop his actions. Xiaojun’s red eyes staring directly into Doyoung’s, knife pressed against the vocalists throat, and he couldn’t take it.

With the press of a button, the pitch black room brightened into a blinding white light that took his eyes a while to adjust too.

“Well that was anticlimactic,” one of them whined, but he couldn’t be bothered to care who.

“Did you really have to cut me?” another voice whined.

“Taeil?” Doyoung’s voice quivered.

Doyoung jumped as hands pressed themselves into the softness of his back as he turned, alarmed to stare at whoever was touching him, only to be met with kind, honey brown eyes that he loved so much. His eyes welled with tears as he lunged for the male, wrapping his arms around him tightly as the door opened again.

“He fainted,” Haechan cackled, half carrying, half dragging a limp Johnny through the corridor and into the room with the cells.

Ten walked close behind, helping carry his boyfriend, guilt nagging at his gut at the terrified expression still on the taller’s face.

“Is he ok?”

Jaehyun looked around frantically, confused as to why suddenly, everyone was in the same space, safe, in the light.

His eyes first landed on Taeil, who’s body was pressed closely on a soft-looking bed with an unconscious Yuta, a tight bandage wrapped around the Japanese males ankle. Taeil brushed his fingers through the males hair, smiling fondly down at him as he stroked over his face with the pads of his fingers.

His eyes drifted over to Mark, who was leaning against a worried and guilty looking Lucas. Mark’s facial expression was somewhere between confused, sick, and delirious as the soft pink blanket draped delicately over his frame.

He caught sight of Haechan, who had flopped on a bed beside YangYang, an angry red welt around his neck surrounded by blood, but upon further inspection, turned out to look more like crushed up cherries.

This was confusing. A mess. Why was everyone’s boyfriends suddenly here? What the hell was all of this.

Johnny’s eyes cracked open after a long half hour and he glanced around the room, eyes smiling happily at the reunited couples.

“Did we win?” he asked.

Ten opened his mouth to respond, a small smile on his lips as he carded his fingers through Johnny’s hair. His response was cut off as the door opened and a middle aged man with gray hair walked in.

“Congratulation NCT and WayV. For participating in this years “horror film” with such a realistic experience, you are all hereby granted a two week vacation from any and all responsibilities along with a full trip blank plane ticket for each of you.”

The males voice was dull and anticlimactic, but as Johnny and Ten looked around the room at the shocked faces of the 127 members, all the guilt he felt putting them through such a horrifying adventure was worth it.

#nct #haunted #paranormal #haunted house #horror #spooky #imsorryhaechan #Imsorrywayv #nct fanfic

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