#IT RAN OUT OF BATTERY IMMEDIATELY AND I HAD TO PLUG IT IN AND TRY AGAIN

[dayraiser]

based off of this post about jed enjoying classical lit!!

captions under cut ✂️

image 1: Octavius: Jedediah!

image 2: Jed: Ockie!

image 3: Octavius, internally: I love him so much

image 4: Octavius: How are you, my friend? Sketching again?

Jed: Readin', actually!

image 5: Jed, in Oct's memory: Wow! Floor mushrooms! I wonder how they taste!

Octavius, internally: This man is literate????

[yongbokkari]

interrupted ₊˚. ୭̥

𖦹 pairing — bf!seungmin x reader

𖦹 word count — 1.5k+

𖦹 warnings — hurt/comfort, fluff, slight angst, veeeery small misunderstanding, pet names of babe and baby, seungmin had a bad day and accidentally released it on reader 😿🙏🏻🙏🏻

a/n — result of sentences formed on multiple of 3 am-s (also posting this at 3 am), hope you enjoyyy <33 oh and there may be a few like undercase letters lolol we'll see if i am willing to find them

You were resting on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through your phone, waiting for Seungmin to arrive. As soon as you heard the sound of keys jangling, you immediately got up and opened the door before he could even try to unlock it.

You were standing there, waiting for him to come in, but he judt stared at you as if not expecting to see you. "You're here," he said, his face full of signs of exasperation, tired after a long day at work.

"Am i not supposed to?" You joked, raising your eyebrows. but he just muttered a 'nevermind' before walking past you. "Long day?" you asked, attempting to make conversation with him, in hopes that it could distract him from the tiredness.

"Yeah. Think im gonna shower then take a nap," You had made a joke then, about him getting old and acting like an old man, attempting to lighten his mood. "Whatever," he replied to your jokes, making his way to his bedroom and you followed.

"Ah, come on. Old man can't take a joke anymore?" You giggled, poking at his sides when he just stopped in his tracks and turned to you.

"Can you just stop? I'm already having a bad enough day so you can you please stop bothering me?" He snapped, eyes tired but also glaring at you at the same time.

You were shook by the slight raise and edge to his voice so you couldn't really think of anything to reply to him. A few moments passed with you just staring at him and him you.

"Why are you even here," You heard Seungmin mutter before turning away from you, closing the bedroom door and leaving you alone.

"Right," you said to yourself. "Why am i even here?" it wasn't unusual for you to appear at Seungmin's house at random times, and he even made a spare key for you. But that didn't mean you could just come whenever you wanted to.

You gathered your things and got out of the house to drive yourself home. You weren't mad at him, far from it even. Of course you weren't, you didn't have the right to be.

You were more worried about what he said though. Were you really bothering him? Should you just stop going to his house unannounced again? You probably should. He probably just gave you a key just in case he lost his.

When you got home, you immediately started an assignment that was put on hold for quite long, hoping that it could distract you. It seemed seungmin had wanted some distance and space, so you were set on working on it until he reached out so you'd know when it was okay between you.

˖❁ˎˊ•°.

You were typing away on your laptop, earphones plugged in, slightly bobbing your head to the song playing, when you heard a knock on the door. You yelled, allowing your housemate to come in. Except it wasn't her, and when you turned back you were surprised to see your boyfriend with a frown on his face.

"Min?" You paused the song and took off your earphones, turning around to your boyfriend directly behind you. "Min, what are you doing here?"

"Why didn't you answer my texts?" He asked, ignoring your question. he looked absolutely tired, you wondered if he even got to sleep before coming here.

"Texts? My phone..." You looked around the desk you were working on, searching for your phone, discovering that it was on your bed. So you walked over to pick it up to check your notifications but the screen remained dark as you pressed the power button. "Ah... my battery ran out," You lightly chuckled, looking at Seungmin.

"Why didn't you charge your phone then?" He asked, his facial expression serious. It almost scared you how serious he looked, worrying if he had texted you about something important.

"I didn't notice my battery was low... and i was using my laptop for work, so i didn't check," You gestured to the laptop sitting on the desk. "Did you have something important to tell me? I'm so sorry Min, for not being there, I-" Your words were cut off when seungmin just pulled you in for a hug. You immediately wrapped your arms around his waist.

"So you're not ignoring me?" He asked. Usually, you were the one who had to reach up slightly to hug him since he always insisted on seeing you on the tip of your toes. But this time it was him who lowered his body, tucking his chin on your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Min, why would i ignore you?" You asked, genuinely curious as to how he had come to that thought. Then he sighed, as if relieved his worries were only what-ifs afterall. You started to rub his back then, and he had started to give in to your body warmth, almost letting his whole weight fall into your care.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said what I did."

You racked your brains for a while, honestly having forgotten about what happened back at his house.

"Oh, that? You don't need to apologize, Min. You were tired, I understand."

"No, it was unreasonable. I shouldn't have let my tiredness out on you," He insisted.

"Then it's fine, I forgive you," you replied, to which he silently thanked you by placing a soft kiss on your shoulder, still not breaking the hug. "But... do you really think so?" He hummed, questioning what you meant. "Do i really bother you?" he slowly pulled away, looking at your face.

"I won't get mad or upset Min, i promise. I don't want you to ever feel uncomfortable because of me. So just tell me what you feel, and I'll act on it, I promise." You said, holding his hands in yours, affirming him that whatever his reply was, you were going to be fine and it won't cause even a slight damage to the relationship, if that was what he was worried about.

He only looked at you then, eyes darting from your left eye to the right, back and forth, mouth a bit downturned, and you were starting to get afraid that what you said made him upset when he cradled your left cheek in his hand.

"You're so good to me," he muttered, frown slightly deepening. "No, i didn't mean it, I don't know why I said that," he threw his head back and blew from his mouth, like he always did when he was about to but didn't want to cry.

He hugged you again pressing his nose even more into the crook of your neck, his eyebrows furrowing at his efforts to not cry. "I'm so sorry babe. You'd never be a bother to me, never. I- I love it when you wait for me to come home, I always do, but today I just- Today was so hard that I just-" He choked on his own breath so you pat his back, trying to get him to calm down. After gaining a steady breathing again, he asked, "Did I hurt you?"

"Well... A bit, but I knew you would never say that without a reason. My sweet boy would never," You chuckled, your hands patting his head, your fingers going through his hair.

He pulled away, meeting your eyes. "I'm so sorry," His eyes were slightly red, the bags under his eyes more prominent now you were seeing them upclose.

"Don't cry, Min, it's okay," You wiped the tears stained on his cheeks, caressing his under eyes. "Did you get any sleep? You look tired, my poor baby," You coo, trying to lighten the mood.

He shook his head. "I couldn't. Was thinking of you," Your heart ached at his soft eyes looking at yours like a puppy lost.

"Oh baby," He leaned into your hand that was cradling his cheek. "Should we get some now? Hm?" When he nodded, you continued, "You go lay down first, I'll go turn off my laptop."

As soon as you reached the bed, Seungmin took you in his arms, your head resting on his chest while one of his hands was on your waist, the other in your hair. Yours were wrapped tightly around his waist, melting into his warm embrace, contrast to your cold skin.

Suddenly he took one of your hands, his thumb caressing the back of it. "Thank you, Y/n, for always thinking of me... I love you."

You raised your head to look at him. "I love you too, Min." You pecked his lips, smiling softly, before laying your head atop his chest again. "Now sleep. Who should I look at after this if you really do turn into an old man?"

He lightly chuckled, pressing a kiss onto the top of your head, as you slowly drift into sleep, hand in hand.

Seungmin wanted to show you how in love with you he was. Everything about you he adored and cherished and he was always on the verge of combusting from how much love for you he contains. Maybe someday that day will come, but for now he'll slowly take small steps into making that moment come true.

[happy74827]

After Hours

[Billy x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: You never fully believed the saying, “wrong place, wrong time…” until now {GIF credits: moviebuffs on tumblr}

WC: 4,392 (whoops)

Category: Hurt/Comfort {TW — Melinda, threats, mention of drugs + blood, lots of cursing}

I watched this two nights ago with my friend (love you @yoursacredqueenmother) and now here I am… obsessed. The ending was lame ngl but I highly recommend this movie if you like messed up situations (and Josh looking spicy 🥵).

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You hated driving at night. All the darkness outside and the light reflecting from the headlights, it all gave you a headache.

Your eyes darted over to the passenger's seat. It was empty and you were glad. The road was bad enough, you couldn't imagine trying to deal with someone else's conversation while driving.

The only sound was the soft rumble of the car, the whirring of the engine, and the sound of the tires rolling over the rough pavement. Your hands were tense on the steering wheel as you squinted in an attempt to see a few feet ahead of you. There were no lights out here, no street lights or traffic lights, and you were starting to think there wouldn't be any towns, either.

It would be the last straw if you ran out of gas out here.

You didn't even know where you were going, you were just following the GPS's directions and praying it would get you out of this desert and somewhere safe.

You sighed and shifted in your seat, tapping the steering wheel anxiously. You hadn't seen any other cars for a few hours now, which wasn't unusual, but it was still a little nerve-wracking to be driving out in the middle of nowhere.

But of course, as all nightmares go, suddenly, your car made a strange noise and started slowing down.

"Shit!" you hissed, smacking the steering wheel. "Shit shit shit!"

The car sputtered and then finally came to a complete stop, the engine dying. You slammed your hands against the wheel, feeling tears of anger and frustration welling up in your eyes. You were completely and utterly screwed.

You sat in the car for a while, letting the silence and darkness envelop you. The heat had faded quickly as soon as the sun had set, leaving behind an eerie chill that seeped through your clothes and into your skin.

You took a deep breath and looked around, but you could barely make out the landscape around you. It was pitch black and you knew if you tried to leave the car you would lose it immediately and end up getting hopelessly lost. You weren't sure what to do.

You looked over at the empty passenger seat, now wishing more than anything that you had someone with you.

You sighed and laid your head back, trying not to think about how scared and alone you felt.

As you sat there, staring up at the roof of the car, you decided you needed a plan. You couldn't just sit here forever, and if you were going to get anywhere, you were going to need help.

You grabbed your phone from the cup holder and held down the power button, watching as the screen lit up. You had service, thankfully, and a decent amount of battery left. You unlocked the screen and opened the maps app, waiting as it searched for your location.

You watched anxiously as the small circle spun, feeling a pit of dread growing in your stomach as the minutes ticked by.

After what felt like an eternity, the screen finally lit up. You sighed and put a hand on your chest, feeling relieved.

Zoomed out on the map, you looked for the nearest town. You didn’t find one, but you found a gas station… they were sure to have a jumper cable, right?

You plugged the coordinates into the GPS and started the car again, hoping that it would start.

It didn’t, of course. The whole point of getting stranded was that your car wouldn't start. So, you had no choice but to walk.

You grabbed a bag from the back seat and threw a few necessities inside, along with your wallet, your phone, your charger, and a small pepper spray bottle that your best friend had insisted you carry.

You were glad she'd been so insistent, you'd never have thought you'd need it.

You slung the bag over your shoulder and opened the door, stepping out into the chilly air. You shivered and closed the door, locking it, and then turned away from the car, setting off into the dark.

The moon was hidden behind thick clouds and the wind whipped around you, kicking up sand and rocks that stung your face and hands. You shivered and wrapped your arms around yourself, pulling your coat tighter around your body.

You wished you'd had the foresight to bring a thicker jacket or something, but you hadn't planned on getting stranded.

The walk was slow, the uneven ground and lack of light making the journey difficult. You could hear the wind howling around you, and you couldn't shake the feeling that you were being watched.

You kept walking, trying not to think about what could be lurking in the shadows, watching your every move.

Finally, after about twenty minutes, you spotted a light in the distance. You picked up your pace, your heart racing. As you got closer, you could see it was the gas station, just like you'd hoped.

You jogged up to the doors, pushing them to open but finding them locked.

You groaned and knocked on the glass, looking inside. There were no lights on, and you couldn't see anyone.

"Hey!" you yelled, pounding on the door. "I need help!"

There was no answer, and you were starting to think no one was inside.

You sighed and sat down on the concrete, putting your face in your hands. You had no idea what you were going to do now. The stupid location said it was open twenty four hours a day, so where was the damn staff?

You were about to get up and try the door again when you were startled by the light above the doors flickered on. You looked up and saw a woman standing behind you, her dark hair flat and dull. Her clothes were a mess, and there were dark circles under her eyes.

She looked exhausted, and when she spoke, her voice was strained but polite.

"Can I help you?"

Your eyes widened, and you scrambled to your feet, trying not to look panicked. But when you noticed the name tag pinned to her shirt that read ‘Melinda,’ your fear melted away and you let out a sigh of relief.

"Oh thank god, I thought no one was here," you laughed.

She didn't laugh with you, her face remained emotionless.

"Sorry, I was in the back," she explained. "What can I do for you?"

"My car broke down… honestly, I don’t remember where. It was really dark, and I don’t know this area." You shook your head and continued, "I was hoping I could buy a jumper cable or something? Just enough to get me out of here."

She nodded slowly, her expression never changing.

"Yes, they should be near the back with the other supplies." She paused, eyeing you warily. "I would offer coffee along with it, but… we're out of stock at the moment."

"That's fine," you said. "Just the cable will do."

She nodded again and stepped past you, pulling out a key and unlocking the door. She stepped inside and motioned for you to follow her. You did, and the moment you entered, a rush of cold air hit you, making you shiver.

She walked to the counter, her footsteps echoing on the tiled floor. She stopped at the register and began pressing buttons, her movements slow and methodical.

You couldn’t really care at the moment, as your eyes roamed the store, searching for the cables.

You walked down the first aisle, but didn’t see them. You kept walking, and when you came to the second aisle, you spotted them. You were about to grab them, but then you noticed the hall with the bathroom sign hanging from it.

Suddenly, the bottle of water that seemed so important earlier became a major regret. You hadn't gone to the bathroom since before your car broke down, and it was starting to catch up with you.

You took a step towards the bathroom, glancing back to the cashier. You could see her staring down at the counter, her fingers pressed to the keys, not really typing.

You didn't want to interrupt her, so you decided not to ask. You hurried into the bathroom, closing the door behind you. You flipped the lock, and then turned to face the mirror.

You grimaced at the sight of yourself. Your hair was messy and your face was dirty. You splashed some water on your face, and then grabbed a paper towel and dried yourself off before doing everything you had to.

You left the bathroom, planning on returning to the aisle, but then you heard a noise.

A small sound, a whimper, like a puppy in pain.

You looked down the hall, trying to find the source. It sounded like it was coming from the storage room.

"Uh, hello?" you called, taking a hesitant step towards the door. "Are you alright?"

There was no response, just another small, pitiful cry.

You bit your lip and pushed the door open, stepping into the darkness.

"Hello?" you said again. "Is someone there?"

The door creaked behind you, and then closed. You spun around, panic rising in your throat. You reached for the handle, but before you could grab it, something moved in the darkness.

You jumped back, a gasp escaping your lips.

Something moved in front of you. You couldn't tell what it was, or where it was, but you knew it was there.

You took a step back, trying to stay calm. Your heart was racing and your palms were sweaty.

"Please, I just need help with my car," you pleaded.

A low, guttural growl came from the shadows. It sounded like a wild animal, and when it moved again, it was close enough that you could see the outline of its form.

It was… not tall. Not in the slightest. In fact, it probably was only taller than you by an inch, if at all. It was hunched over, its shoulders curved inward, its spine protruding slightly.

It took you a long minute to realize that it was just a guy in a chair. Man, you were blind.

He had on a denim jacket, and it hung off his small frame, the sleeves rolled up. His hands were clenched into fists at his sides, and he was trembling slightly. That’s when you noticed the bundles of red tape around his eyes, mouth, arms, and legs. He also seemed to be bounded to the chair, strapped down and unable to move.

“Oh my god,” you breathed. You stepped towards him, reaching out a hand, but he jumped out at you, attempting to attack. Though, it was pretty much useless on his end. He couldn’t move more than a couple inches in any direction.

He started to speak afterwards, but the tape had prevented it from being coherent, and all you could make out was a low, angry rumble.

"No! No, no, no!" You stepped back, putting your hands up. It was rather pointless and stupid of you too, because the tape had also covered his eyes, you just looked like an idiot. But, still, you kept them up. "I'm not going to hurt you, I just need some help with my car!"

He growled at you, a low, threatening sound, but then he stopped, seeming to realize that you were telling the truth. He was breathing hard, and his chest was heaving, and then he mumbled something under the tape.

"What?" You asked.

He mumbled again, but you couldn't understand him. It was like talking to a brick wall.

You hesitated, but then moved forward, reaching up to take the tape off. If you had to guess that was probably what he was mumbling about.

He flinched when you touched him, but then relaxed. You peeled the tape away from his face, both the strands across his mouth and the one over his eyes, and dropped it to the floor.

He was breathing heavily, and when you looked up at him, you were surprised by how young he looked. His face was pale and his lips were dry. His hair was greasy and tangled, and the side of his head was badly burned and bruised. There was even dried blood on his temple.

“Jesus, what happened to you?"

He stared at you for a moment, his expression unreadable.

"Get me the fuck out of here, and I'll tell you," he hissed.

His voice was surprisingly smooth, despite how rough he looked. His words were short and sharp, like he was angry.

You weren't sure what to do, but then he started moving.

"Please," he said, his voice sounding desperate. "I promise, I won't hurt you. Just, please. Please get me out of this fucking chair."

"Did that… lady put you in here?”

"Yes, Melinda," he spat. "She's a nutcase psycho. Drugged me and… and… whatever the fuck. Just get me out of here!"

He sounded more frantic now, and his eyes were wide and pleading.

"Well, I-” You started to say, but he cut you off.

"Well what? What’re you waiting for?!”

“I- I need a jumper cable. My car broke down outside… somewhere. I'm not from around here, and- I don't know where I am. I can't exactly go anywhere until my car's fixed."

He looked at you with the most exasperated look you'd ever seen. It was almost comical, how exaggerated the expression was, but then he seemed to relax.

"Alright, how about this…” he said, his voice low and soothing. "You let me out of this shitty chair, and I'll help you fix your car. How's that sound?"

You didn't know what to say. He didn't seem like he was lying, and he seemed to be genuine about his fear. But could you really trust him? You still had no idea who he was or where he came from.

He seemed to sense your hesitation, and his expression softened.

"Look, I'm not going to hurt you," he said. "But I can't really help you unless I can get out of this stupid chair. And if we stay here, Melinda's going to find us, and trust me, you do not want to deal with her."

"And if she finds us, what will she do?"

"Look at Sheila over there wrapped up like a fucking Christmas tree," he replied, jerking his head towards the woman's corpse.

You gasped, covering your mouth.

"Oh my god, I didn’t even notice," you mumbled.

"Yeah, well, she's been dead for about an hour now, so," he said.

"And- and you've been sitting here, tied up the whole time?!"

"Yeah, it's fucking awful," he grumbled. "Now, will you help me, or not?"

"Oh, uh, yeah." You looked down at the remaining tape, trying to decide how best to go about it.

"Just, hurry up," he urged.

"Ok, ok." You reached for the tape, and he leaned forward, letting you pull and tug on the strips.

After a minute, you had all the tape off that was pinning him down and he was able to stand up. Again, he wasn’t that tall, maybe a five to six inches above five feet, but that didn't stop him from moving fast. He darted around the room, looking around frantically, and then grabbed a crowbar from a nearby shelf.

"Where did you even-"

"Not the time," he interrupted.

He turned towards you, his expression hard. He was pretty intimidating, and it wasn’t just because of the crowbar. He was skinny, but muscular, and the way he moved was fluid and agile, like a predator.

Though, you couldn’t help but noticed how attractive he was, with his expressive eyes and the way his hair was pushed back from his face. He was gorgeous.

"Hey," he snapped. "You listening?"

You blinked, and nodded.

"Sorry," you said, shaking your head. "This has just been a very, very strange night."

"Tell me about it," he grumbled. "That’s why when I’m done with her, we are getting the fuck out of here."

"Done with her?"

"Well, yeah, obviously. We're not just gonna let her get away with this shit."

"Um, are you sure that's a good idea? She's, like, a million times your size," You smiled at the small joke, but he didn’t seem amused at all, so you added, "Not to mention, hurting people seems like a bit of an extreme response."

"Hurting people is kinda her thing," he muttered.

You opened your mouth to respond, but he cut you off.

"Look, are you coming with me, or not? Because, if not, then just leave. You're already making this way more complicated than it needs to be."

"I can’t leave, not until my car's fixed," you protested. "That's why I'm here in the first place.”

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, looking frustrated.

"Ok, fine, fine," he relented. "Whatever. You can come with me, but just don't slow me down, alright?"

"Right," you said, nodding.

He didn't look convinced, but he didn't argue. He just started walking, motioning for you to follow. You did, and soon the two of you were standing outside the storage room, the door open and the hallway beyond shrouded in darkness.

"Alright, the plan is, I'm going to distract her and make her pay," he whispered. "While I'm doing that, you're going to grab the keys to her car or whatever and get it started. We'll meet up outside and drive off, and that'll be the end of it."

"You're… very confident for someone who was tied up to a chair five minutes ago," you had another attempt at lightening the mood, but he just gave you a pointed look.

Again, he didn’t seem amused. "Yeah, well, she's a bitch, and I don't appreciate being treated like a goddamn lab rat."

He has an odd way of speaking, you noticed. His words were short and clipped, and he never used more than he needed. It was a little intimidating, but mostly it was just kind of interesting.

"How’d do you even end up like that, anyway?"

He gave you another one of his annoyed looks. It was weird how much he could convey with just his eyes, but the look was gone almost as soon as it appeared.

"Don’t ask stupid questions,"

"Well, it seems like a reasonable question, considering the circumstances," you retorted.

He rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Look, do you want my help or not?"

"Um, yeah. Yeah, of course,"

"Then stop asking stupid questions and focus on the task at hand. You get the car, I'll take care of Melinda. Simple."

You didn't know what to say, so you just nodded. He seemed pleased with your response and began to lead the way down the hall, moving quietly and staying close to the walls.

You followed him, keeping your footsteps light. As you went, you thought about the situation.

Melinda, in the five minutes of knowing her, never struck you as the violent type. A little socially weird, yes, but not violent. It seemed out of character, and you wondered if she had a reason for acting the way she did. Or maybe she was just crazy, like the guy had said.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you saw him hold up a hand. You stopped, and he pointed to the corner. You looked, and saw Melinda's form moving past the entrance to the hall, a flashlight in her hand.

The man motioned for you to stay put and moved silently towards the entrance. You watched him, unable to do anything else.

When he reached the opening, he paused. He was still, and for a moment, you thought he had lost his nerve.

He didn't hesitate for long. In one quick motion, he darted out of the hall, his crowbar held high.

Melinda jumped back, the light from her flashlight swinging wildly as she tried to regain her footing. She swung her flashlight at him, and the metal bar made a dull clang when it collided with her temporary weapon.

He stumbled, but managed to stay on his feet. He lunged at her again, but this time she was ready. He had stopped fast when she pulled out a gun, pointing it at his head.

I guess he was telling the truth.

“Just stop, okay? You can leave now, I'll let you go. Just don't-"

"Give me one good reason why I should listen to a word you say," the man interrupted, his tone low and menacing.

She stammered, trying to think of an answer. She didn't get the chance, though. Her eyes had caught sight of you, and she had noticed that you weren't where she had left you.

"Oh, oh god," she whispered, her voice filled with horror. "No, no, no. No, you weren't supposed to-"

The man swung the crowbar, and the gun flew out of her hand, skidding across the floor.

He moved in quickly, swinging his arm again. She dodged, and the metal bar hit the wall, creating a large dent in the plaster.

Melinda backed away, her hands raised, her eyes wide.

"I'm sorry, okay?" she cried, backing away from him. "I didn't mean to hurt anyone. I'm sorry."

"Sorry? Sorry?! You… you drugged me and tried to…” He paused, stopping momentarily before pointing the crowbar at her face. “The point is, sorry isn't going to cut it, you bitch."

He swung at her again, and again, she dodged.

She was fast, and he wasn't, and soon, he had lost his balance. She shoved him hard, sending him flying backwards.

He landed hard on the ground, the wind knocked out of him. He didn't move, and Melinda stood over him, panting and wild eyed. The gun found her hands again, and she pointed it at his head, her hand trembling.

You had to do something. You couldn't just stand by and watch him die.

You did the only thing you could think of.

You went into your bag and took out the very same pepper spray that you had been carrying since the start of this nightmare, and fired.

The stream hit her right in the eyes, and she screamed, dropping the gun. It hit the floor with a loud thunk, and you dove for it, picking it up and pointing it at her.

"Don't move," you yelled, your voice shaking. "I'm warning you. I'm not afraid to use this."

Actually, that was a lie. You were absolutely terrified, and your hands were trembling so badly that you were barely able to keep a grip on the gun.

But you couldn't back down now. Not after everything you had been through.

She had stopped screaming, but was still clutching her eyes, tears streaming down her face. She was moaning and stumbling around, trying to find her way back to the wall.

She finally found it, and leaned against it, her eyes closed.

"Please, please don't hurt me," she sobbed. "I didn't want to do it. I didn't mean to hurt anyone. Please don't hurt me."

You glanced at the man. He was staring up at you, his expression unreadable.

"I should take that gun and shoot you right now," he said. "After what you did, I should kill you."

"Please," she whimpered.

He stared at her, and for a moment, you didn't know what he would do. Then, he got to his feet, picking up his crowbar as he did so.

Before she can even react he took a swing, hitting her right in the stomach. She gasped and fell to the floor, curling up into a ball.

He took another swing, this time aiming for her face.

You stepped forward, about to tell him to stop, but the blow didn't land.

Instead, he stood there, the crowbar held high. Melinda was looking up at him, her face red and streaked with tears.

"I just needed money," he spoke, his voice low and harsh. "That's it. Money. No one was supposed to get hurt, just a simple robbery with no one getting hurt."

She said nothing, just stared at him.

You, on the other hand, were frozen in shock. Robbery? He was robbing the damn station?

He sighed and lowered the crowbar, shaking his head.

"It's not like I wanted to do this, okay? I needed the money, and it was just an easy target. But you couldn't just let me get away, could you? You just had to make it difficult. Now look at the mess we're in."

"You were robbing?” Your voice was small, barely above a whisper, but it still cut through the tension like a knife.

He didn't turn, but his shoulders sagged slightly.

"Look, it's not what you think, okay?" He sighed, rubbing his forehead. "I was in trouble, probably still am, and I needed money. Lots of it. That's why I picked this place, because it was an easy target. I wasn't planning on anyone getting hurt, I was just going to rob the place and get out. I wasn't expecting this crazy lady to come along."

He gestured to Melinda, who was still curled up on the ground.

"I was just trying to rob the place," he repeated. "It was nothing personal. And look, you helped me, so I guess I owe you one, or whatever. So, let's just call it even, and we can go our separate ways. Deal?"

“Even Melinda?” You asked, your voice shaking.

He paused, and his eyes flicked over to the woman on the ground, a slight grimace crossing his face.

"Of course not. She was a psychopath who tied me up and threatened me, and I'm not about to just let her walk away after all the shit she's pulled."

Melinda looked up at him, her face contorted with fear. He didn’t seem to care though, but what he did was tell you to leave, and that he'll take care of things.

So, you did, but not before grabbing your bag, and not before snagged out those car keys of hers. The odd thing you did notice though, while leaving the store, was how the entire floor seemed wet. It wasn't until about an hour of just simply waiting in the dark that you figured why.

And you realized as you saw the sudden rise of flames, the smoke billowing from the open door, that you indeed did not have that help from that mystery man after all.

Your car will remain broken.

So, I wrote this long piece of work because I went searching and found ABSOLUTELY NOTHING (which honestly it’s a crime given how fine he was in this movie — at least people realized it with Mike lmfao) so I wrote what I wanted to read.

I hope that this becomes a Rhys Montrose type of situation (For those who don’t know what I mean, this character Rhys from Season 4 of the show, You, had no fanfics on here and I basically jumpstarted it by writing like 4 of them lol) because I feel this character and movie deserves more hype and attention. Just look up edits of Billy from the movie and you’ll see what I mean.

Anyways if you’re actually still reading, thank you for coming to my ted talk. Hopefully you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it 🫶✨

(Also, if you see any more fics of this man… pls tag me. I’m desperate lmfao)

[xia0mi-c0m]

Goner X Reader (GN)

(Reader is Genderless/Gender Netural, They/Theirs/Them pronouns used, was Meant to Be A Mini fanfic but it ended up a little more longer then i planned, Cringe honestly but that's all my fanfics, Third person, Name used for reader: MC, Pairings: Goner x GN! Reader, No smut none of my fanfics will ever have smut, mentioned death and blood, He/it used for Goner, Third person, i also force the goner to be soft, also HUGS!!! 😍😍😍, another thing: it kinda turns out to be strangers to lovers but the system is Demisexual🧍‍♀️ )

(I have had a crush on him since i first saw him on flamingos channel🧘‍♂️)

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MC was just having a average day and walking through the colorful place that they call "Paradise" until they saw fog consum the sky slowly until the whole place was filled with it, they wanted to shrug it off as the weather but the weather doesn't work like that as it slowly changed every few seconds, they saw people scared, screaming and running away, some parents running with their kids into their house, MC didn't know what was happening, until they saw a pitch black creature with a black hat and red eyes, one of the eyes slightly closed as if it was twitching, and a sharp sword, the creature having a black fog follow after every step come out the fog, MC didn't know what to do except run to a strangers house as the stranger allowed them in the said house, they immediately ran to the room, closing the cloth blinds and still panicking how they were going to cover the doorway of bedroom, the stranger hiding in bathroom tub, they hid in there for 30 minutes before MC heard slicing and a sound of blood and screaming, all they could do was laying down next the bed, their phone was on 12% battery, they shut off their phone, they don't know what to do thinking their probably going to die, they heard a door open and close, they got the courage to get out the side of the bed and tiptoe to the bathroom, being cautious and aware about every step, they stepped in the bathroom in the graphic scene, blood on parts of the tub, the body outside of the tub, obviously from attempting to run away, the blonde hair girl's body parts weren't connected to her, so much blood on the floor, will 100% be considered as traumatizing, MC was absolutely terrified by the sight and ran back to room, going back to their previous hiding spot.

Another 30 minutes passed and they wondered if they were safe, they stopped laying on the floor and sat with their head hid as best they could, they found a charger and plugged in their phone, they felt horrified that this was happening, these sort of things happen everyday and they should know what to do after doing this so many times but this time it was way more gorey and more scary, they kept on hearing screaming and slicing, until, it stopped, MC thought 'is it done now?', spoiler alert: it wasn't done, and they heard some noise behind them, they quickly jerk their head towards the sound, and it was the same creature, wait... It was the creature.

Their body went in flight mode and tried to leave by climbing the bed trying to get near the other side of the bed, successfully getting to the other side and running down the stairs and running out the open door, trying to ignore the bodies and blood everywhere, running until they got tired, before they went to a place they thought was safer, they saw how the town was destroyed, turning back to continue running, they did that until something stopped them, it was the creature, appearing in front of them, 'so it could teleport?!?' MC said basically yelling their head, "Nothing in life is free." The monster said in a deep echoed voice, they tried to back away from the creature only to fail and fall.

"Don't try to run, DON'T." the monster said, the rough texture of the road painful to sit on, probably scrapping their palms, the monster was pretty cool looking but it was literally about to kill them, "why?" MC said, wanting answers, they knew he probably didn't talk too much, the creature looked confused for just 1 second, wait, it can feel confusion? It looked like it just smiled everytime, but you guess it probably doesn't rarely, the creature talked again

"Why I did this?" The monster said, sounding frustrated

It was obvious it was probably possessed by vengeful demonic trickster spirits who seek revenge on humans, or at least humans who pretended to be demons and angels, the demon seemed to know that MC knew why he did this as a bunch of people of the town always having vengeful spirits chasing and killing them

"I see, you know why?" He says, as they nod, they seem strangely calm, acting if they weren't running away from him a while ago, it wasn't surprised as he knew they kinda expected this, he still felt pride knowing that they were still scared of him, MC decided that if they weren't going to be killed by it they will just say what's on their mind

"You look cool" they said

The Goner was confused why they were calling a monster that was about to kill them 'cool' but he took the compliment, he didn't tell them anything, it was slightly flustered and was glad it didn't show and he had that same psychopathic smile on its face, hearing that from a random person felt good though but he still wanted revenge

MC kept on complimenting him, it was always about how cool he looked, they were lucky the people who were killed are abled to respawn like they always did when these things happened, the Goner wondered if they thought of him as a joke but he wasn't complaining, he wanted to see if there were good people, it just met this person and yet he felt slightly loved by them, he should've got revenge before this happened, MC wondered why he was letting this happen, they managed to get up despite hesitating and they walked closer to him to get a closer look at it, "what do you want?" Goner said as he saw them get closer, he could've used his blade but it still had the ability to love and know that they didn't do anything, MC wrapped theirs arms around his neck, The Goner was way more flustered and confused, he got kinda used to it and hesitantly put his arm without the blade stiffly around their upper body, it's hand on MC'S back, They didn't expect him to hug back but didn't complain and relaxed.

Hey who ever wondered a mass murderous demonic trickster would have a nice side, also let's hope the other players don't see what was happening.

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(There was a bit of headcanons here but I tried to keep it in Canon the best i can, also I'm tired, I spent the night on it.)

[light-yaers]

All Too Well - Chapter Two

Ko-Fi | Fic Masterpost | Chapter List

Warnings: Rated M for swearing, alcohol and mild sexual content. F!Reader.

A/N: Just to be clear too, I have not given one fuck about time frames in this. I know nothing of history. I forget what kingdoms come after which. I am not here for that. I’m here for the yearning. Thank you. 

Word Count - 2.1k

Chapter Two

You spent the better half of 5,000 years trying to forget they existed. Some days were better than others. Some days you were haunted by all of their stares, and by the way Ajak so suddenly said you may all leave. 

You all went your separate ways, experiencing human life as if you were one of them, creating lives for yourselves while wondering where your Eternal counterparts were on the Earth. 

You didn’t deny that it was rough sometimes, but after so long on your own, you knew you’d changed. You’d been forced to, moving away from the nature of your power to something detached and cold. You’d realised it was because of Druig—he’d taken advantage of your softness. With one flash of his golden eyes, he’d split everyone up. 

To humans, you looked to be mid-twenties. Young, but not too young. Old, but not ancient. Maybe it was a good age, even though you knew you’d never be able to grow old with those you met. It came with challenges; you tended to move every five to ten years, not wanting anyone to know of your origin. In a world run by superheroes, you didn’t feel connected to them in the slightest. 

London was cold in November, but you’d grown to like it. Breath circled you as you walked from your flat to the pub where you worked. You kicked in the door and pulled off your coat and scarf, hanging them up on the pegs by the bar. 

“You’re late!” your manager yelled from the cellar. 

“Put it on my tab!” you yelled back, tying your hair up quickly and taking your usual spot behind the bar. This was your existence—pouring pints for Londoners, running food, mopping floors. You didn’t mind it for one reason; it was so different to what you used to do, it didn’t remind you of them in the slightest. 

A few hours into your shift, Heidi came into the pub. If Eternals could have best friends, Heidi was yours. “Why weren’t you answering your phone last night?” she said, pulling up a stool and sitting opposite you at the bar. You poured her a pint without asking. 

“It ran out of battery,” you said, sliding her the glass. 

“You know you’re supposed to charge it, right?” 

“I think I lost the... um,” you clicked your fingers, trying to remember the word for the part that went into a wall socket. “The thingy part—the one with the three sticking out bits,”

Heidi looked at you like you were an idiot. “The plug?” you slapped the bar top. 

“Yes! The plug part,” Heidi burst into laughter at you struggling. 

“I swear you’re an eighty-year-old woman in disguise,” she chuckled out. 

“Maybe I am,” you said, smiling playfully. Little did she know you were closer to 8,000 years old, instead. 

“When do you get off?” she asked, gulping down two healthy mouthfuls of her beer. 

“An hour, maybe less, but Jack’s been pestering me for overtime,” you said, and both of you looked over to Jack at a table, sharing a pint with locals. For a manager, he did fuck all. You turned back to Heidi, widening your eyes in annoyance. 

“There’s a birthday celebration for one of the guys at the museum today,” Heidi said, and immediately you recoiled. She rose from her stool slowly. “Hey, come on now—,”

“You know how I feel about the museum lot,” you said, flashing back to the time you’d first met some of Heidi’s colleagues a few years back. It had got messy. 

“That was ages ago—,”

“Not ages, Heidi. Not ages at all,” you chuckled. Suddenly, Heidi stuck out her hand and grabbed yours. She looked up at you with her brown puppy dog eyes, pouting her lip like a trained professional. You frowned at her face, but your heart was already giving in. 

“Stop that, fucking stop that,” you said sternly. Heidi only pouted more. “Fucks sake,” you whispered. “Fine,” you gave in. 

Since leaving Babylon, Heidi was the only person that could make you crumble like that so easily. You hated to admit it, but you liked it. You’d only known her a few years, but to humans, that was a long time. She was kind, witty, stylish. She’d started talking to you behind the bar one day and had simply never stopped. 

You were content. 

“Whose birthday is it again?” you asked, entering the bar alongside Heidi. 

“Dane’s,” she said. 

“Ah yes, the pretty one,” you commented. 

“The pretty not single one, anymore,” Heidi said. “He started dating someone from the education department last year,” 

“Good for him,” you said, utterly indifferent. Heidi stared at you in confusion. 

“I love having you around. You keep me in check about my gossiping,” she chuckled, you smiled at her. 

“Gossip is boring,” 

“You’re boring,” she hit back with. You shoved her slightly, before the two of you approached a group of people at a few surrounding tables. 

Heidi said her hello’s, hugging her colleagues as you stayed behind her. Thousands of years worth of interactions and you still hadn’t gained proper social skills. Heidi was helping, though. That was a start. 

“Dane—you remember—?” Heidi said, steering Dane towards you. 

“Yes,” he cut Heidi off. “I do remember. I try not to, but I do,” he said, chuckling slightly, before sticking his hand out to you. 

“It’s okay, you weren’t that drunk,” you joked back, remembering him dramatically slipping on the dancefloor of some club when you’d first met him. 

“You’re a liar, but thank you anyway,” he smiled. 

“Oh, and this,” Heidi said, taking a woman by the hand and dragging her next to Dane. “Is Sersi,” 

“Hi—,” she stopped in her tracks, frozen in place with her hand stretched out before her. You didn’t take it, but instead were glued to her eyes and face. 

A face that you’d woken up to thousands of years before. 

Her gaze skimmed you up and down, taking note of your clothes, your hair, and all the other changes that had sprouted over the last thousand years. 

Dane pushed Sersi softly with a chuckle. “You okay, hun?” he joked. Sersi snapped out of it. 

“Sorry, for a moment I thought you were someone I used to know,” she said, laughing awkwardly. You finally took her hand in yours and shook it, but said nothing. “It’s nice to meet you,” she said, but you could hear the bluntness in her voice. 

Your heart had made its way to your throat when Sersi finally backed away. Heidi was the first to approach you with furrowed brows. “What the fuck was that? You look like you just saw a ghost,” 

“I feel sick,” you said, with lack of what else to come up with. 

“What?” 

“I don’t feel well all of a sudden,” you repeated, but your anxiety was starting to turn into anger. “I think I’m going to go,” you said. Heidi clutched you by the shoulder and looked into your eyes for a few seconds. 

She nodded once. “Get home safe,” she said. You managed to shoot her a small smile. “Charge your fucking phone,” 

You left as quickly as you could without looking like you were on the run from something. As you left the bar, you had the insatiable urge to run. You got into a sprint immediately, pumping your limbs until all you could hear was your heartbeat in your ears, and even then you kept going.

Peering out at the Thames, you finally stopped running, but your heart was still beating incessantly beneath your ribs. 

Arishem forbid. Sersi. 

You tried to remember what she looked like when she left—hand in hand with Ikaris, flying off to some other country or settlement to start their life together. Evidently, it hadn’t worked out. It was odd; despite knowing how much you’d changed, you couldn’t fathom seeing Sersi in the same way. 

You sighed as you finally decided to walk home, intent on forgetting that meeting ever happened, but it was never going to be that easy. When you rounded the corner, you jumped out of your skin as something appeared before you.

“Fuck!” you stopped immediately, just before bombarding into the teenager before you. 

Sprite. 

“You’ve been in London all this time, huh? I had a feeling we’d find you somewhere around here. Druig always joked about how you loved large settlements so much—,”

“Don’t—,” you let out venomously, breathing heavily as you stared her down. “Don’t say that name,” you finished. Sprite’s face dropped and words failed her. You hadn’t seen her eyes in so long, but she was still the same. An Eternal with the face of a child. 

“Still a touchy subject?” she said, and you had to do everything not to erupt into flames. You rounded her then, shoving your hands in your pockets and continuing on your journey home. 

“Go home, Sprite,” was all you could manage to say. 

“When did you get this mean? You always used to be sunshine and rainbows—,”

“Why the fuck are you here?” you exploded, stopping and turning back to her. “You and Sersi, why are you even together? I thought you stayed with Ajak after Dru—,” you stopped yourself, clamping your eyes shut. 

“I was lonely,” Sprite said, shrugging her shoulders as if it was nothing big. “I found Sersi,” 

You nodded, despite wanting to punch the wall beside you. This was a reunion that you’d been trying to ignore since you’d first separated. You hadn’t realised that it would happen now—your wounds were still fresh after so many years. You didn’t know why. 

Everyone left. No one spoke up for you. Druig—

Well, what didn’t Druig do?

“Sprite!” a man’s voice spoke up, as the pitter patter of two pairs of feet rounded the corner. Sersi and Dane were holding hands, faces flushed from the winter air. 

“Oh, brilliant,” you whispered. 

“Found her,” Sprite said, smiling at Sersi. 

“No, you didn’t,” you shot an annoyed stare at Sprite, before turning around once more. 

“Wait!” Sersi yelled. “Please—wait,” she rushed forwards, until she stood behind you, back still turned to her. “I didn’t realise you lived in London,” 

“Sorry, what’s going on here?” Dane spoke up. 

“Shut up!” Sersi and you said in unison. The silence after Dane shut his mouth was almost too much. You finally turned around, taking in Sersi’s apologetic and nostalgic stare. 

“Sorry,” you said, flashing a look at Dane. He nodded curtly. 

“Can we... can we talk somewhere?” Sersi suggested, but already you were backing away. 

“You haven’t talked to me for 5,000 years, Sersi. What makes you think I’d want to talk to you now?” you said bitterly. When she stayed silent, you couldn’t stop yourself from erupting. “You let him do that to me, try to control me, as if all of you had somehow expected him to. Do you know what that felt like?” you clenched your jaw as memories and anger and sadness and pain—so much fucking pain—spiralled into your soul as Sersi stared at you, awestruck, speechless, guilty. “You had Ikaris, Gilgamesh had Thena— but none of you fucking tried to get him to stay. You said nothing!” 

“I know,” Sersi said timidly. 

“If following Arishem means doing nothing when something should be done, I stopped following him a long time ago,” you said, slower this time, articulating your words so Sersi would fully understand what you meant. 

When she didn’t reply again, you nodded once. “That’s that, then. I’ll see you in another 5,000 years,” you turned and strolled away, not stopping once to look behind you at their reactions. You didn’t have the patience nor the care for them that you once did. All you felt was red. 

You didn’t sleep. You were up all night, your mind on the verge of overloading, your heart on the brink of cracking. If Sersi and Sprite had been this close for so long, what’s to say the others weren’t, as well?

That thought was enough to send you down a spiral; one that told you to get the fuck out of London. Somewhere new, that would fix this. Another place where they couldn’t find you for another hundred years, at least. 

By the morning, you’d packed and made new arrangements. There was a part of you that didn’t want to leave; Heidi being the main factor. On the walk to the train station, you texted her, despite it taking a few tries:

I’m sorry. Have a great life. 

As you passed an alleyway, you threw your phone into one of the large bins— 

You didn’t look back. 

[nyuksw]

The Shop — Sunwoo, smut

warnings: sex toys, kinda public sex, unprotected sex, masturbation, oral (my old work being modified and re-posted)

You were walking towards the shop you’ve seen so many times as you drove by almost every day. You decided to wear a hoodie despite the warm weather just to pull on the soft material over your head, wearing some dark shades and hugging your bag closer to your chest. Anyone that could see you right now would think you were buying something else. You parked just in front of the shop, yet the walk through the short distance felt way too long for your liking.

Walking through the big front doors, the sensor bell goes off making you pursue your lips. Why did it have to indicate someone coming in?! You took a deep breath, hoping no one would come to greet you or even offer their help, a blush already creeping up your cheeks just by thinking about it.

You looked around the shop, plenty of toys decorating the walls and the shelves, some that you have never seen or even imagined existed. Different sizes, uses, what even are those?! Your eyes widening upon seeing a weird long shaped object by one of the shelves.

“Okay maybe I should leave, I shouldn’t have listened to my friends.” you whispered to yourself, turning around and ready to sprint towards your car.

But before you could even take a step, a male voice spoke behind you. “Hello, welcome to Cupid’s Box. Looking for anything in particular?”

You closed your eyes, suddenly feeling too shy to even move. You turned around slowly, coming face to face with a tall and handsome guy, flashing you a bright and friendly smile. You scanned his face, eyes moving down his tall body. Luckily you were still wearing those shades or he would’ve noticed you were checking him out.

“I was uhm, I was just looking around.” you said, your voice coming out hesitant.

He raised an eyebrow at you, eyeing you quickly and biting back a smile. It’s not the first time he has encountered customers like you, coming in in disguise to shop, some even leaving without stepping inside. You were nervous and embarrassed, he clearly could see that.

Bringing a hand up to your face he took the glasses and removed them from your face, revealing your pretty eyes that were already wide in surprise and frantically looking at everything and everyone but him.

“If you’re going to just look around, you should remove these at least so you could see better.” He said while chuckling, “I’m Sunwoo by the way, I’d gladly assist you today.”

“Thank you, Sunwoo. But I was just passing by, not really shopping.” you said one more time, rather than trying to convince him it sounded more like you were trying to convince yourself of it.

“Are you sure? I mean, based on your outfit, the dark shades and the way you’re holding your bag, I can tell that you entered the shop with plans of buying something but you got too embarrassed and if it wasn’t for me talking to you, you would’ve ran out. Am I right?” He tilted his head to the side slightly and raised an eyebrow at you.

You pulled your hood away from your head, fixing your hair with a huff, “Fine, yes. I wanted to get a.... toy.” you said, still avoiding his eyes.

“Do you have anything in mind? A dildo, vibrator, perhaps both in one?” he asked and for the first time you locked eyes with him, he was very handsome and that smile, ugh that smile was enough to get your knees buckling.

“I don’t know, I came here without a clue of what exactly I'm looking for.” you laughed nervously but he smiled at you yet again

“Don’t worry, that’s why I'm here. First of all I need to know something, do you prefer clit or g-spot stimulation?”

“Well I have never had a g-spot orgasm,” you chuckle awkwardly, remembering how your ex never really focused on your pleasure and rather on his own, as well as other casual one night stands you’ve had here and there, which is why you’re currently standing on a sex shop. Hoping to get something to pleasure you the way no guy has ever done, and when you look up at him again he is just looking at you expectantly, “so I think a clit one will work better.”

“A vibrator it is then!” he said excitedly, clapping his hands together, “please follow me.”

You followed him through the shop towards the other side, glancing around and seeing the amount of toys there were besides the typical ones you knew. There were nipple clamps, butt plugs, whips, cock rings, lubes. Eyes wide and a deep pink blush over your cheeks as you eyed them, quickly turning around and gluing your eyes on the back of the tall and handsome worker.

“Here it is, our most famous vibrator.” he said, suddenly stopping and making you crash on his back, letting out a small sorry you took a few steps back and observed the pink colored device on his hand.

“This guy here is made from body safe silicone, it has 10 ultra powerful vibration intensities and 6 vibration patterns. It’s usb rechargeable and shower friendly too. Pretty good for someone who is just starting to get into toys.” he explained, extending the toy out for you to take it and see it yourself, but instead of focusing on the pink toy, your eyes were glued to his long pretty fingers. Unsure if it was because of the shop’s atmosphere or because you were that needy, your mind started to wonder how those fingers would feel if he- wait, no. You blinked rapidly, quickly glancing up at him and nodded, “I’ll buy that one.”

He raised his eyebrows at you, “Are you sure? You don’t want to see other options? There are some other ones with more functions.” he suggested but you quickly shook your head.

“Alright then.” he grinned and started to walk towards the cash register.

“Would you like to buy anything else?” he asked as he started to scan the code, looking up at you a few seconds later only to see you looking at some cuffs that were on the counter next to you.

“Perhaps those?” he suggested.

You looked at him, shaking your head and looking down as you took out your wallet, “I don’t have anyone to use those with so I’ll pass. How much do I owe you?”

He raised an eyebrow at you, biting his lip to prevent a smirk from forming on his lips as he just learned that you were single, but you caught it and yet again, just by it you were somehow getting aroused. Damn it, you really need to get out of there soon and get home right now.

“That would be $95.” he said and you immediately handed him the money.

He started to work packing your order, and you noticed he was hesitant about something. Eyeing him curiously until he finally decided to speak up.

“You don’t remember me?” he questioned.

You frowned, “Remember you?”

“Yeah from school, I’m Kim Sunwoo. We were classmates pretty much from kids until highschool.” he chuckled.

Your eyes widened in shock and horror, your life almost flashing right in front of you. As if this wasn’t already embarrassing enough, the guy working there and helping you get a sex toy, was an old friend.

“I thought you would recognize me. I guess I changed?” he chuckled, trying to hide the small disappointment from you not recognizing him.

You took the bag and tried to hide it in your purse but it was too big so frustrated you simply rolled the plastic bag with the box trying to cover the name of the shop on it and held it closer to you.

“Thank you for purchasing here at Cupid’s Box. I hope to see you around here again.” He said smiling at you but you quickly nodded and muttered a quick thank you before turning around and quickly walked towards your car, totally missing the way he made emphasis on the last sentence.

You arrived back home, already feeling a little bored as it was still a little too early. Your mind going back to Sunwoo, there was something about him that caught your eye. Just thinking about him already made you feel that tingling sensation down there, biting your lip you took the toy from the bag and went into your room.

Laying in bed after removing your clothes, hands exploring your own body, sliding your hand down your body, thinking all the time about Sunwoo, wishing it was his hand the one touching you right now. A soft moan leaving your lips the moment your fingers came in contact with your already sensitive clit, squirming a little as you started to rub it slowly.

You extended your arm to the side where you left the vibrator, taking it and turning it on in the lowest mode, you opened your legs a little more, fingers spreading your own folds as you lowered the toy against your clit. Moaning loudly as it sent waves of pleasure, throwing your head back, thinking about how that pretty face would look between your legs with those pretty plump lips eating you out. You clicked on another button, putting the vibrator on a higher mode, the sudden shock making you close your legs with the toy still between them as you became a whiny mess.

You were getting closer to your orgasm, but before you could even reach it, the vibrator stopped working. Snapping your eyes open, you clicked continuously on the buttons trying to get it on again.

“This can’t be happening.” you groaned in frustration, taking the toy from between your legs and continued pushing every button. You stood up from bed and grabbed the charger, maybe it ran out of battery. But plugging in you realized the battery light didn’t turn on, which meant the vibrator completely died out of nowhere after purchasing it just an hour ago.

“Best one my ass.” you muttered angrily, quickly putting on some clothes again after cleaning up and throwing the toy into your purse, storming out of your apartment and driving all the way to the shop again.

It was almost closing time, Sunwoo was preparing everything to close when he saw a car carelessly pull up in front of the shop, sighing and thinking that maybe it was another weird customer doing some last minute shopping before their night wild adventures. But to his surprise he saw you walking into the store, hair a little messy as well as the clothes, it was like you just threw on whatever and didn’t even look in the mirror.

Raising his eyebrows as he watched you walk towards him, hand going inside your bag and pulling the vibrator you got earlier that day, slamming it down on the counter right in front of him and looking down at it with a questioning look before looking back at you, this time noticing your flushed cheeks.

“I want a refund.” you said glaring at him.

“I’m sorry but our policy says we can’t refund money for us-”

“This thing died on me right before I was about to orgasm. It didn’t even last 20 minutes and it simply stopped working. It seems I just can’t get pleasure, not even with a damn toy. My ex, who was a total asshole by the way, never cared about satisfying me too, no guy has ever for that matter. I came here hoping to get something better that could do the work they don’t but I just got scammed because this thing didn’t do anything.” you rambled and Sunwoo only stared at you. You were very frustrated, sexually frustrated to be exact, so you didn’t care at this point about rambling to a hot old classmate at a sex shop.

“I’m really sorry for the inconvenience, some toys come with malfunctions from the factory. Since the toy has been used I can’t give you a refund, but I can offer you some amazing deals for another toy.” he suggested, quickly glancing at the clock to his side.

“No, I don’t want another toy! Or maybe I do, I don’t know. I just want to be fucked either by a dick or a toy, I don’t care anymore.” you groaned, throwing your hands in the air.

Sunwoo glanced at the clock again, 9:00 PM finally, closing time. Smirking, he turned around to look at you again. “Here at Cupid’s Box, our customer’s satisfaction is our priority. So let me make it up to you and not exactly with a toy.”

It took you a moment to fully process what he just said, opening your mouth to talk only to close it again. You were taken aback, but you weren’t even sure if he really insinuated that or you just misinterpreted his words.

“How?” you asked, decided to play along and maybe get to somewhere with it.

“Let me be the one to pleasure you,” He smirked, walking behind the counter until he was out of there and in front of you. Placing his hands against the counter, making sure you cage you in his arms, he leaned closer to you, lips ghosting over yours as he kept talking, “let me be the one to make up for the toy and all those assholes you’ve slept with that doesn’t know how to treat you right and give you what you need.”

“Do it already then.” you said and he crashed his lips against yours, hands messily touching each other. You weren’t the only one who wanted this, the moment he stepped in Sunwoo laid his eyes on you, so timid and innocent yet you wanted to buy a sex toy. But then when he took off your glasses he recognized you, the person who he always had a crush on, old feelings surfacing again and seeing you buying toys really turned him on. Leaving him the entire day alone with his imagination thinking about you using the vibrator and maybe, just maybe, thinking of him as you did.

He lowered his hands, unbuttoning your pants and dragging them down. He grabbed you by the waist and lifted you up, placing you on the counter without breaking the kiss. He settled between your legs, moving his hands up to lift your shirt and remove your bra. Licking his lips when he saw your exposed body, his cold fingers ghosting over your nipples, watching them get hard before leaning down to wrap his pretty lips around one.

He explored your upper body with his lips and tongue, attacking your neck and chest, leaving marks as he lowered a hand until it was on your clothed core, making you gasp and buck your hips against his hand. He smirked against your skin, liking the way you were reacting to his touch and he didn't even start yet. He pressed his fingers against it, feeling your wetness through the material.

“You’re already this wet for me?” He murmured, trailing kisses all the way up to your neck.

He pushed your panties to the side, fingers tracing up and down your slit before pushing two inside you. The coldness of his fingers just made it feel even better before they warmed up, he moved his head and captured your lips once again as he kept pumping his fingers in and out of you. He pulled his fingers out of you and pulled down your panties, spreading your legs again and kneeling down until his face was in front of you.

He decided to tease you painfully slowly, looking up at you with a smirk on his face before sticking his tongue out and giving you a quick lick, lips leaving kisses all over your thighs before moving back and started giving you short kitten licks. The movements of his tongue were slow but precise, starting from your slit all the way up towards your clit. Flicking the sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue, earning a moan from you. Smirking proudly against your folds, he decided to speed up his work.

Thrusting two fingers inside you again, his lips wrapped around your clit and started to lick and suck on it, feeling you clench around his fingers making him groan against you. The sounds coming out from his throat sent vibrations against you, lowering a hand you ran your fingers through his curly hair, pulling on it as you started to grind against his mouth. He curled his fingers inside you, pressing on your sweet spot as his tongue quickly laped over your clit.

“that’s it, cum on my mouth.” he murmured, tongue going back to doing its job, pushing you over the edge seconds later and orgasming. You let go of his hair, slamming your hand on the counter for support as you leaned back, shaking and moaning in pleasure as he kept licking clean your folds.

You opened your eyes, looking down at him as he placed one last kiss on your inner thigh and stood up, licking his lips.

“You taste so sweet.” he said, hands sneaking around your waist pulling you towards him, lips meeting yours again into a slower but still heated kiss. He lifted you up from the counter, helping you to get off.

Hands quickly moving to unbutton his pants and pulling them down along with his underwear, his erection touching your thighs making you pull away. You looked down, licking your lips at the sight, quickly getting on your knees you wrapped a hand around it and took him into your mouth, humming in satisfaction as you did. You bobbed your head, taking him fully before pulling away, using your hand to jerk him off. Your tongue giving him a long lick from the base to the tip, lips wrapping around it again.

“Oh fuck, fuck Y/N.” he said under his breath. Looking down, eyes fixed on how pretty you are looking with his dick in your mouth. You started to speed up your movements, making him shut his eyes and groan. But before he could even get closer to his own climax, he pulled you away and helped you up. A hand wrapped around your neck and the other one cupping your boob, thumb playing with your nipple.

“I want to fuck you, I want to cum with my dick buried inside of you.” he said, lips hovering yours as he spoke before pressing them and kissing you, biting your lip as he pulled away.

“Wait, what if someone walks in?” you said, remembering you were still in the shop.

“Are you worrying about that now? Someone could have already walked in and see your pretty pussy being eaten by me or you sucking my cock.” he chuckled, “this is a sex shop, weird and kinky people walk in every day. I don’t think they would have a problem seeing me fuck you right here, doesn’t being caught excites you? Hm?” he said, murmuring against your skin as he trailed kisses down your neck.

Those words alone were making you wet again already, throbbing and clenching around nothing as he whispered next to your ear and neck, his hot breath fanning over your skin and sending shivers down your spine. He turned you around, bending you over the counter and spreading your legs with his knee. He removed his shirt and threw it somewhere on the floor along with the other clothes, pumping himself a few times as he took a good look at you all bent over, throbbing and waiting for him.

He teased your entrance with the tip, pushing in slowly and taking it out again, making you whine. “Sunwoo, please. Just put it in already, please. Fill me up, I need to feel you inside me, I need you...” you begged, eyes shut and fingers gripping the edge of the counter.

“You really want it? Do you really want me to fuck you Y/N?” he asked, slapping his cock against your clit, what a tease.

“Just do it already Sunwoo or I swear t-”

He thrusted deep in you, making you gasp. It felt better than what you imagined, he filled you up just right, thrusting at a fast pace just like you needed, making sure you felt every inch as he was balls deep inside you. Your nipples rub against the cold surface of the counter as your tits bounced with every snap of his hips, adding more pleasure to the whole thing.

You were soaked, aching for him ever since you saw him earlier. It has been quite a long time since anyone has been inside of you, let alone fucking you this good. It was a pleasure that you never felt with anyone else, and definitely not even with the short period of time that vibrator worked. You hissed as he pulled out of you and slammed back in, hands sliding down from your hips to squeeze your ass before slapping it, his hand leaving a red mark.

His hand slid down your ass and towards your thigh, lifting your leg up until your knee was resting against the edge of the counter, the new angle giving him not only a better view but better access for him to sneak his hand between your legs and start rubbing your clit in circles. The new position making his cock hit your g-spot with every single thrust, “oh fuck.” you wailed, starting to clench around him.

Leaning down to kiss your shoulder as he kept thrusting and stimulating your clit, “come on baby, cum for me.” he murmured, your whimpers filling his ears making him groan by your hot sounds.

You felt it bubbling up in your stomach, slowly washing all over you until you were screaming out his name, still clenching around him as you rode out of your orgasm. You managed to lean back a little, just enough to turn your head to the side just enough, he cupped the side of your neck and leaned in to kiss you. He thrusted hard a few more times before he came, grunting and moaning your name against your lips. Feeling him twitch inside of you and filling you up with his cum.

He moved slowly inside you, making both of you whimper at the overstimulation. Letting go of your face he leaned back, pulling out of you and resting his forehead against your shoulder, you could feel his warm cum leaking out of you. He took a few seconds to steady his breathing before taking a step back just to see how his cum was dripping down your core, smirking proudly.

He extended a hand behind the counter and took out some wipes and paper towel, helping you clean up before handing you your clothes. You leaned back against the counter for support, your legs still shaking from the action. He finished putting on his clothes and turned around to look at you, a warm smile and fond look over his features now.

“You do that with every customer?” you questioned, unsure of what to say, trying to lift the mood even more in a playful way.

“Not really, you’re the first one.” he chuckled, making you raise an eyebrow at him. “And the last one because once my boss finds out what I did here, he will fire me. Not that I mind, I was planning to quit anyway.”

There was silence between you two, glancing at him to see him fixing his hair, probably not knowing what to say either.

“Thank you, Sunwoo. That was amazing.” you whispered, and you really meant it.

He turned around to look at you, his eyes getting lost in yours and a smile making its way on his lips. Shaking his head slightly, as if telling you that you don’t even have to thank him.

He took a step closer to you, “I, uh…” he was getting lost in his own words, not knowing how to properly phrase them. “I don’t want this to be just a one time thing and I don’t mean it just for the sex. Even though it was indeed amazing, I also want to be able to take you out and let me treat you right, like you deserve.”

You bit your lip, a blush creeping up on your cheeks and a smile already forming on your lips, “I would love that.”

His smile grew bigger, his eyes turning into cute crescents and you felt your heart swoon. “I have to close up, how about we get some dinner?”

“Sounds just perfect.” you said, leaning in and pecking his cheek, “i’ll wait.”

But before he could turn around to lock the front door, he extended an arm, taking something from the counter beside you. Wriggling in the air the handcuffs you were eyeing earlier that day, “better get these for the next time.” he said, shoving them into his pocket and winked at you, finally turning around to lock the place.

[strangelysamantha]

crashing ☆

rafe cameron x gn!reader.

warnings: reader gets injured, car crash, swearing.

words: 3,106.

summary: rafe is waiting for you to meet him at figure 8, but he’ll be waiting awhile as you got in a tragic car accident, the other vehicle being driven by his father.

request? no! requests are opened!

a/n: use of they/them pronouns. like and comment if you enjoy this story! thanks <333

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“alright baby. of course. i love you!! yes, i’m leaving now.” rafe was on the other side of your phone, ensuring that you were ready for your dinner date. the two of you have plans to meet at the figure eight. you will eat at a nice restaurant, and then finish the date off with a scroll through the park while watching the sunset. rafe had planned the whole thing out, excited he could finally show you how much you meant to him. rafe smiled, “okay babe. i’ll see you in a few. i can't wait to see your precious face.” heat rushes to your face because of rafes words. “see you in a few.” you hang the phone up, grabbing your car keys.

you walk to your car that is sitting in your driveway. you hop in, starting your car. you put your seatbelt on, using your phone, you do a map search to the location rafe had sent you. you turn the music up slightly. you check behind you for passing cars or pedestrians, and when the coast was clear, you pulled out of your driveway, and started the drive to rafe.

you had only been driving for five minutes. you were caught at a red light. your light turned green so you pressed the gas to go. immediately a large black car t boned straight into you, hitting you head on. luckily, it had smashed into the passenger side, but the weight from the other car caused your car to shift, making you to hit your head against your steering wheel, and the car's window. the car crashed into a light pole. you were on the border between the cut and figure eight. nobody was ever there unless they were passing by. you struggled to look up, trying to see if you knew who had crashed into you.

the car that slammed into you looks vaguely familiar. you understood why when the guy who jumped out of the car was none other than ward, rafe’s father. you frowned. he rushed to your car, ready to yell at you but panicked when he saw who you were. ward immediately ran back to his car. he hopped into his car, speedily driving away.

you feel around for your phone. when you finally find it, your screen is cracked, and the screen is black. it won’t turn on. the phone must have slipped from your cup holder onto the side of the door, causing it to break. you drove your car forward so you weren’t positioned into the middle of the street. you shut your car off. your head begins to feel light headed, you close your eyes, trying to make the pain minimal. your eyes shut, and you could feel yourself slowly passing out. you try to stay awake, but the sleep engulfed you.

rafe was panicking. you were never late. well, yes you run late, but never without texting first. anytime you ran into trouble you would immediately message him and let him know. he hated this. he didn’t know what he should do. he tried to call your phone but it went straight to voicemail. he exited the restaurant, searching for either you or your car but he couldn’t find either. he frowned to himself. did you intentionally miss dinner? did he do something wrong? rafe was scared, what if you were in danger?

rafe pulled his phone out. he set his feud aside, calling pope. pope glanced at the caller id that was currently ringing his phone. he was shocked to say the least. “rafe?” pope questioned through the phone. pope didn’t want to answer but if rafe truly needed something from pope, he wouldn’t hesitate to get it from him in person. he knew it would be easier if he just answered and figured out what he needed. “pope?” rafe bombarded pope with questions about you; and your whereabouts. pope was confused. he hadn’t seen you since this morning.

“i’m sorry rafe, but i haven’t seen them since early this morning. i’m down the street from their house if you want me to knock on their door?” rafe sighed, “please. see if they are home.” pope nodded. “alright one second.” pope rushed to your front door. he knocked three times. “the car isn’t here, they seem to have left.” rafe smiled. “okay. thank you, pope. i appreciate it, man.” rafe felt relieved. “no problem.”pope hung up. you had actually left to meet him at the restaurant. but if that was true, why weren’t you at the restaurant yet?

rafe decided to stay put. he got confirmation that your car was gone. that shows you had safely left your house. if you don’t show in the next ten minutes then rafe would go looking for you.

you kept dozing in and out of consciousness. after the third time of passing out, you actually stay awake. you open your car door, stumbling out of it. your head hurt, and you felt light headed. you look around, no civilians. you yell out, but no one is around to hear. “HELLO??” you walk away from your car, just a little bit. you take in your surroundings. you walked back to your car.

you try to turn your car back on but the engine is stalled, it doesn’t even sputter again. you sink into the seat, laying your head on the head rest. you pull down the little mirror, examining your face. you hadn’t noticed, but the top right of your forehead was bleeding. It looked to have a pretty big gash. you had a bruise on your left cheek from when your head slammed against the steering wheel. you look at the time, noticing that it was ten minutes past your date with rafe. you jumped out the car, walking towards your house once more.

before you could step inside, you ran into pope. you noticed he peeked through your window. “peeping pope, why are you looking through my window?” you laugh at the added nickname. he stayed still, thinking of an explanation. “rafe called me saying you were late to something and he was worried.” he finally turned around, glancing at you. “what! what happened to your face?” he rushed towards you automatically inspecting the cut and bruises.

“i got in a car accident, ward cameron t boned into me.” you continued, “he got me good. slammed my head against the window and the steering wheel.” pope shook his head, panicked. “we have to get you to the hospital! you had two blows to your head; that's double the chance of internal bleeding.” pope helped you, carrying you inside his dad's car. he speedily drove you to the hospital, signing you in. they took you back, while pope stayed seated in the waiting room.

someone was going to have to call rafe; and it certainly wasn’t going to be pope. before going into the back room, you had handed pope your phone. he plugged it into the quick charging station to see if it was dead. sure enough, the low battery symbol turned on. the phone automatically turned on, showing the numerous mixed texts from rafe. pope ignored them, not wanting to be the one to answer them since it wasn’t his phone.

rafe decided to check your location one last time. the first few times he had checked, it said your location services were off. he didn’t know why it said that, he honestly believed it to be some glitch. rafe’s air got stuck in his throat when he saw your location had updated to being inside the outer banks hospital. he jumped in his car, not even thinking twice. he drove straight to you.

he gave himself a prep talk, telling himself to just remain calm and to see what was going on. he walked into the hospital, his eyes searching for you. he didn’t see anyone he recognized until he saw pope, with your phone situated in his hand. he walked towards pope, snatching the phone from his arm. “why do you have this?” pope shook his head, muttering under his breath. “shit.”

“come on pope. spit it out.” pope shook his head. “rafe, before you do this protective bullshit, just know i’m actually the one who saved them.” rafe stared at pope, confused. “saved them? from what? what do you mean saved them?” rafe questioned pope, “someone crashed into them while they were driving to you. they found me and i rushed them here.” rafe stared at pope. “how bad is it?”

pope shrugs. “i’m sorry, i really don’t know much. they said they were t boned, their head hit the window and the steering wheel. we drove by the car, it’s totaled. crashed into a pole.” rafe continued to stare at pope with wide eyes. “what… how long ago was this?” pope looked out the hospital windows. “a little after they left their house i’d say. it was a seven minute drive from my house to the crashed car, so i’d say five minutes.” rafe sat in the seat directly to popes left.

rafe was breathing erratically. his mind running wild with the amount of possible outcomes. the nurse walks out into the waiting room; and calls your name. rafe immediately stands up walking forward. “we believe the car crash caused them to undergo serious head trauma. no signs of internal bleeding; but we are still checking everyone in a while. you can go back and talk to them if you want.” the nurse smiles softly. rafe looks back at pope, and pope nods his head.

rafe continues, following after the nurse as she leads him to your waiting room. when he walked inside, you were peacefully sleeping. “they should be waking up soon. we truly believe that they will be okay.” rafe nodded at the nurse, watching as she left him. rafe’s hand reached up to yours, grabbing it. he scooted the chair closer to the bed. rafe quickly texted pope saying that he was okay to leave, and that he would keep pope updated.

the wait at the doctors felt like hours, but rafe stayed with you the whole time. he had sat on the chair by your bed, his hand always holding yours. the nurse comes back in. “i’m sorry sir, but visiting hours are over, usually we would allow people to stay the night but in this case they really need rest and if they wake up and you’re here; they will force themselves to talk to you.” rafe frowned, “they have a chance to wake up, and now you want me to go home?” the nurse frowns at him. “i’m sorry, but they need to sleep as much as they can, you can see them bright and early tomorrow morning at seven am.” rafe slowly lowers his head. “okay.”

he walks out of the hospital room, and to his car. he decides he will go home, get clothes prepared for you, and will try to figure out your car situation. then he would sleep, wake up, and meet you at the hospital right when visitation opens. he put his seatbelt on, driving home.

when rafe reached his house he realized that his dad's car had crashed in the front. it looked gruesome. rafe walked inside, greeting his dad. his dad nodded his head in response, walking away. rafe went straight to wheezy, his sister. he knocked on her door and went to open it. “rafe?” she questions him. he looked around. “what happened to dad's car?” he hoped wheezy knew. she tilted her head inviting him inside her room.

she began to whisper. “okay, so basically like our dad t boned someone on the outside of the cut, and he said it’s completely the other person's fault; but sarah believes that’s not true unless he didn’t actually t bone someone, and he was actually just getting brake checked on the highway. how could it not be his fault?” wheezy looked up at rafe’s face and was utterly shocked by his expression.

“rafe? why are you looking at me like that?” wheezy tilted her head to the side, confused. “our father is the reason..” rafe shakes his head, now pacing up and down the floor. you were in the hospital, because of his father. he filled wheezy in, telling her about what happened with you. she gasps in shock. “what are you going to do?” wheezy watched him, he was frantic. “i’m, i think i’m going to confront him.” wheezy half smiled, “okay. you got this! good luck!”

rafe left his sisters room and head to his fathers office. he was always scared of his father, now more than ever, but he needed answers. he knocked three times on the door, and his father opened it, to reveal himself. “hello rafe.” he walks inside, sitting on the chair in front of his desk. “dad, i know you are the reason the car is crashed; and you are the reason someone very important to me is in the hospital.” his dad stood up, straightening his back. “no. they twisted the story, now out. i won’t have you critique me in my own room.” rafe wanted to stand his ground, but he knew he should back down.

he didn’t want to waste all his energy, he still needed to prepare to see you. rafe went straight to his room, picking out a pair of his sweatpants, and a hoodie for you to change into after you get released from the hospital. he put the extra clothes including a pair of your socks into a baggy. rafe speedily changed into pajamas, and hopped into bed. hoping the morning would come faster.

rafe woke up at 6:20am. he had taken a quick shower and changed into new clothes. he grabbed your bag of clothes and hopped into his car. he drove straight to the hospital. he had arrived five minutes before visitation started.

at 7am on the dot, rafe was walking to your room. you were awake, the frown on your face caused his heart to drop. “hey baby.” you glanced up at him and softly smiled. “hey rafe.” he smiles in return. “how are you? i brought you extra clothes.” he lifted the baggy up, before setting it on the extra chair. you reach your hand out to him, and he swiftly moves closer to you. he pulls the chair up once again, sitting directly by your side. “i would have stayed here all night but i was kicked out.” you nod at his words, “sound about right.”

he smiles, his hand tracing shapes on your palm. “how are you feeling?” you wait. “i’m okay. the doctor said the worst thing i have is a concussion. they said if all the other tests come back good, then i’ll be cleared to go home.” he nods smiling, “yay! we’ll be able to take you home!” you bite your lip containing your smile, but it quickly turns sour. you frown at him.

“i’m sorry, rafe.” you look away from him, avoiding eye contact. “for what?” he questions, his heart speeding up scared at what you are about to apologize for. “for missing our date, i really wanted to go.” you frown. he cups your chin. “it’s okay, trust me. i already have it rescheduled,” he looks over at you. “so once you get better, we can go on like we originally planned.” the room went silent, the only thing being heard was the heart rate machine slowly beeping.

“rafe i love you.” he smiles. “i love you too.” you nod contentedly. the doctor walks in, “good morning. today you’ll be able to go home. you seem to only be suffering from a concussion. you’ll have to stay home and rest, don’t do too much or else you’ll be delaying the inevitable. the less time you relax, the longer you’ll be suffering.” rafe talked to the doctor as you played with the tape from the iv inside your hand.

rafe nodded. the nurse came over to you, taking the iv out, as well as the square patches that covered your chest. she left, shutting the door, allowing you to get dressed in new clothes. you frown, the medicine they gave you makes you feel slightly sluggish. “i’ll help you, don’t worry.” rafe untied the medical gown, he slipped it off. he grabbed the hoodie, placing it over your head. you slip your arms through the holes, rafe’s smell surrounding you.

you sit up in the bed, your feet over the edge. you hiss at the cold floor which hits your sock less feet, making you cold. rafe slid his sweatpants on to you. you go to stand up, but he stops you. “let’s put your socks on first, the hospital floor is cold.” you sit back down on the bed. his hand reaches for your foot, it is cool around his hand. he slid your socks on, and then the sweatpants. finally putting your shoes on. “thank you rafe.” he tied the plastic bag shut, it now filled with your old clothes. “anytime baby, i’m always here for you.” you stand up, your hand slipping into his hand, his arm stabilizing you.

the nurse walked in. “the medicine we gave you should be wearing off shortly. that’s why you seem so… out of place.” the nurse nodded, signing you out. the nurse walked you to rafes car. fear began to creep up, now nervous to be in a car again. “it’s okay, you’ll be okay.” you nod. you sit yourself in the passenger seat. rafe thanked the doctors, before running to his side of the car. he hopped in, putting his seatbelt on. he looked over to you, making sure you were okay. he drove extra careful, going straight to your house.

once you arrive at your house, the medicine wears off allowing you to be able to be yourself. you walked to your front door. rafe used his spare key to unlock the door. once inside you go straight to your room, rafe following after you. you lay down on the bed, you pat the spot by you; and rafe sat down by you. he cuddled with you. his head finding its way in your neck, his arms wrapping around your torso.

after a few minutes of silence you spoke up. “your dad is the one that hit me. he ran through a red light.” rafe frowned against your neck, whispering. “i know.” you nod, your hand running through his hair. “okay.” you smile softly, closing your eyes. falling asleep with rafe by your side.

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[shemarmooresfedora]

If the World is Ending, I Want to Fuck You First

Summary: You need to do one last thing during the zombie apocalypse.

Pairing: Kyle Orfman (MGG character in Life After Beth) x Fem!Reader

MINORS DNI (18+ ONLY)

Content/Warnings: swearing, smut, blowjob, praise kink, sub!kyle, gun violence (used against zombies), vaginal sex, choking, fluffy ending (let me know if i missed anything)

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: okay i know this is a lesser famous mgg character but i beg of you to give this fic a try because i think it’s my best smut yet and i love the ending. you don’t need to have watched the movie to understand (i give a few visuals).

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“Open the goddamn door, Jacob,” you pounded on your ex’s door, “I want my shit back.”

A car with sirens pulled up in the driveway. Great, you thought, the cops. But when you turned around, it was just an old tan sedan with ‘Briarwood Security’ written on it.

You turned back around, “Jacob, I know you’re fucking home, you cheating son of a bitch.

“What seems to be the problem here?” a tall, lean man with a slicked back undercut dressed in a beige security uniform approached the front door.

“My cheating ex won’t give me my stuff back,” you continued to pound at the door, “I have a laptop in there!”

He sighed and spoke quietly, “This is technically still trespassing because he didn’t necessarily steal it but let me see what I can do.”

“Jacob Peterson,” he knocked on the door, “This is Briarwood Security. I need you to open the door or I have the clearance to break it down.”

He whispered to you, “I actually don’t,” and you giggled.

Jacob swung open the door with your bag of stuff.

“Take your crap and go,” he shoved the bag into your arms.

“Gladly, asshole,” you checked to make sure everything was in there.

You nodded to the security guard and Jacob slammed the door once again.

“Do you need a ride home?” he asked, noticing your lack of a car.

“I live like a mile away so I just walked here but yeah, if you don’t mind, that would be great,” you accepted.

He opened the trunk for you to put your bag of belongings inside.

“Kyle,” you hummed, looking at his little name tag.

“And you are?”

“Y/N,” you stuck out your hand for him to shake and he accepted it.

“Kyle, I have a proposition for you,” you said as you entered the passenger side of the car.

“Okay…” he looked at you.

“Let me suck your dick.”

Kyle stared straight at you for a minute, not moving.

“Hello?” you asked, waving your hand in front of his face.

“Sorry, what did you say?” he snapped out of his daze.

“Let me suck your dick,” you repeated, “I don’t want his,” you pointed to Jacob’s door, “to be the last dick I sucked and I want him to see your car still parked out here, knowing exactly what we are doing. Plus, you get an orgasm out of it.”

“I’m on the job,” he tried to resist.

“If you really don’t want to, that’s okay. I’m not trying to pressure you. I just think this could be a mutually beneficial agreement.”

Kyle nodded, putting the car in reverse and starting to back out of the driveway. He made it about halfway before he braked and put the car back in park.

“Yeah?” you asked.

“Please,” he begged.

You looked down and as your eyes adjusted to the evening darkness, you could see the obvious bulge strain in his khakis.

You leaned over the center console, untucking his uniform and unbuckling his belt. You slowly unzipped his fly to tease him as he squirmed underneath you.

“Patience, my sweet boy” you hummed and your warm breath fanned out across his dick.

His needy whines were beautiful. You sat back up and removed your shirt, leaving you in just a lacy bralette.

“Please,” he pleaded again.

“Because you asked so nicely,” you leaned back down and licked a long strip up from the base of his dick to the tip, swirling your tongue at the top.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his hands moving to your hair.

“Hands off,” you ordered and he whined but complied.

You took him in inch by inch. He was certainly the biggest you’ve ever been with. You gagged when he bottomed out in your throat.

You could feel him using all his self-control to restrain his hands to his side.

You bobbed your head up and down, taking up a quick pace. His melodic groans filled the car.

“I’m gonna-” he panted, “Can I please cum?”

“Yes, you’ve been such a good boy for me, baby. Let go. You can touch me now,” you spoke.

His hands moved to your hair just as his hips bucked up, shooting his load into your mouth. You accepted it all with a moan and swallowed.

You took a few more gentle sucks before releasing him from your mouth. As you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, Kyle stared at you adoringly.

“Ummm, thank you? I’m not really sure what to say,” he finally spoke.

“Just drive,” you laughed.

-

You woke up to a loud crashing sound coming from downstairs. You reached for your cell but it was dead even though it was plugged in. The power must have gone out. You grabbed your emergency battery-powered flashlight from underneath your bed and your bottle of pepper spray.

You quietly snuck down the stairs but when you turned the corner, you came face-to-face with your old kindergarten teacher who died a couple of years ago. She was definitely dead but still walking somehow. You screamed as she tried to grab you as you ran for the door.

You burst out of the door to see the street crawling with zombies of dead people you used to know. You ran towards the direction of the police station. You got about a half a mile until the deceased retired high school football coach tackled you to the ground.

You fought and kicked and screamed, trying to avoid him biting you. You thought it was over until you heard the sound of a gunshot and the zombie limply collapsed on top of you. You pushed it off with a yelp.

A hand reached down to help you up, you looked up to see Kyle standing there in a slightly bloody orange jumpsuit.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

You nodded slowly.

“We should get off the street but I’ve cleared this whole neighborhood so we should be okay,” he grabbed your hand.

You looked down at your interlocked hands, “I don’t know if it’s just the adrenaline talking but if the world is ending, I want to fuck you first.”

Kyle smiled softly, “It would be a hell of a last memory but I won’t let anything happen to you.”

He pulled you towards his house and jumped the fence to his backyard.

“I don’t think zombies can climb,” he said, looking up at his childhood treehouse.

“This is a first,” you laughed softly as you headed up the ladder with Kyle right behind you.

“I can feel your eyes staring at my ass,” you said as you climbed the ladder.

“It’s right in front of me! Where do you want me to look?” he defended himself.

“Didn’t say it was a bad thing,” you smirked.

Immediately upon crawling into the treehouse, your lips were on his.

“How do you want it, baby?” you whispered into his ear.

“Ride me, please,” he whined.

You put a hand on his chest and gently pushed him back onto the wooden floor. You unzipped his jumpsuit hastily, ripping your shirt and shorts off in the process.

You released his dick from the confines of his tight black boxers and stroked it a couple of times.

“You ready?” you asked as you lined yourself up above him.

“Yes,” he nodded enthusiastically.

You sank down on his dick, adjusting to the feeling of him inside you. Kyle’s head fell back in pure pleasure.

You wrapped a tentative hand around his neck, only applying more pressure when his moans increased in volume.

His hips were bucking up to meet yours at a ferocious pace.

“Ah fuck! I think I just got a splinter in my ass,” he yelped.

“Shhh baby, you can take it. You’re fucking me so good, my sweet boy,” you continued to ride him and guided his hands up to your boobs.

Kyle groaned at the praise, “I’m close-God, I’m so close.”

“Give me a few more seconds. I know you can, baby,” you frantically rubbed your clit in order to finish with him.

“Okay, fill me up like a good boy,” you whispered into his ear.

Kyle’s hands grappled at your hips as he bucked up into you one last time. As you both came down from your highs, you collapsed on top of him.

The two of you just laid like that for a while. Catching your breath while soaking up the skin-to-skin contact.

“You know I was going to go back to your apartment and ask you on a date? You know…before the whole world went to shit. Besides giving me the best blowjob of my life, you just seemed like a really cool, beautiful girl,” Kyle admitted.

“Too bad you didn’t get the chance, I would have said yes.”

“Can I leave you here for just a second?” he asked quietly.

You hugged him closer, “I would prefer it if you didn’t.”

“Well, I would prefer it if you stayed up here where I know it’s safe. I need to get supplies and I’m armed,” he reasoned with you.

“Promise you’ll come back,” you had tears in your eyes.

“I promise,” he held out his pinky and you wrapped yours around it, both of you kissing your fists.

You and Kyle got redressed and you watched him climb down the ladder and head into his house with his gun fully loaded. And then, you waited. You counted the seconds. You were at 381 when he finally returned.

“Thank god,” you let out a sigh of relief.

He started to unpack the bag he brought with him. He pulled out a blanket and set it on the floor for you both to sit on. Then, pillows. Next, he pulled out leftover cold pizza.

“Ah, gourmet,” you jokingly smiled.

He pulled out red solo cups and placed one in between you both, putting in a rose he plucked from his mom’s rose bush.

Finally, he pulled a very expensive bottle of whiskey from the bag and filled your cups.

“My dad was saving this for a special occasion, I think zombies coming back from the dead and the world ending qualifies,” he grinned.

The world didn’t end. In fact, you were just starting your new life with your future husband.

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[distracted-milkshake]

Kay so; huge emotional dump of what’s happened today, I’ll get to my notifs later but here’s an explanation um storytime (you don’t have to read but this is the worst thing that has ever happened to me creatively if it’s permanent it is the absolute worst)

okay so:

I was earlier today I was excited for a listening party for Vessel’s 9th birthday. I hit on twenty minutes early and legit vibed for like three (they kept playing songs!! rab and lesser known tracks ahh) hours and I just felt so connected and happy, like I was having so much damn fun.

i had to switch devices bcuz battery and I moved downstairs to the basement to listen and chat on the pc down there. And I just want to say that I’ve been trying to attend a listening party for more than a year now I keep missing them and I finally had time and knew ahead the exact yknow and everything and just ahhh it felt so exhilarating and euphoric to be there with ppl spamming lyrics tho everyone was silenced I could feel everyone singing along and it was like to the beat and just I love the clique so much I made a few friends and just oof so great.

when I came back upstairs mom told me i needed a shower, so I took one and I was gonna go in and apologize to the both of them that I spent like three hours on discord when I said it was just the one album but when I got out and tried to check the time my iPod wouldn’t turn on. It wouldn’t fucking turn on when I’d left it at nearly full battery, hadn’t TOUCHED it in an hour. Not even the power level telling you to plug it in would appear. I immediately ran into my parents room and told them and plugged it into my dad’s charger but it wouldn’t anything, not tell us it was charging or show ANY signs at all of not being completely and randomly just dead.

I was crying so so hard and I couldn’t even think straight just thinking about literally EVERYTHING that’s not posted online writing wise, songs, fanfic, funny shit, original fiction drafts and character notes, over 170 of them and a few audio recordings (covers and terrible original demos) just COMPLETELY GONE. I had a few saved to my email (emailed to myself) but oh my god I feel like someone just ripped whole weeks worth of hours straight from my heart without so much as a thank you.

im not sure if I’ve ever in my life been quite this upset. Tho if I’m honest I’m not even crying too much I just like can’t think about how much was lost or going on like. I’m still so fucking like out of it I wanna bang my head till I can’t feel anything I mean this is in no fucking way a fair trade but I almost feel like the universe was like if you’re gonna have that much fun you gotta lose smth

I mean to get to my stuff on here but I really can’t focus rn… I don’t know what I’m gonna do if we can’t recover it. I really don’t.

UPDATE MY IPOD IS NOT DEAD!!!!! MY DAD MANAGED TO BACK IT UP!!!!! NOTES ARE THERE! IT’S OKAY!!!

[votederpycausemufins]

hey, this is a hermit!tommy fic. let’s get him back in here... at some point. oh! this is also chapter 15!

@petrichormeraki and @helleborusangel

Blacklist check. Attempting Entry: TheseusMC. Assigned roles: Helscraft Member, NSMP Member. Banned roles: None. Allowing Entry.

Theseus was surprised to see how undamaged the spawn area was. Even the surrounding land didn’t look that bad. He figured it was because it wasn’t in Hels. That was fine. The fact that it seemed calmer here meant this would be easy.

From his inventory, Theseus grabbed his mask and axe. He pulled his handkerchief up over his nose and then put his mask on, letting a single brown eye stay visible. He then held the axe so it rested on his shoulder before walking. Nightmare never stayed in one place, so this Dream person would likely be the same. 

No matter, he would probably find him eventually, or the admin would get curious and come to him. Either way, he would find him. So Theseus started walking.

Blacklist check. Attempting Entry: EvilXisuma. Assigned roles: Helscraft Member, Hacker, Admin. Banned roles: None. Allowing Entry.

Xannes spawned in and looked around. The place was a little bit of a mess, but it wasn’t all that bad. It wasn’t like you were a step in the wrong direction away from being set on fire. Immediately he activated his present commands. The sky turned dark and started storming, lighting striking everywhere. Then he randomized a player and spawned in a mob, causing Xannes to get three messages sent to his helmet’s communicator.

JackManifold was blown up by creeper

<JackManifold> WHAT

<JackManifold> I WAS IN THE NETHER

Xannes chuckled before activating another command.

<CaptainPuffy> My stuff is suddenly just all gone

<CaptainPuffy> My inventory got wiped

And now how about a teleport or two?

Quackity fell from a high place

Ranboo suffocated in a block

He set up a few more commands and programmed it so they would play on loop while he went looking for the kids. He mostly ignored the messages coming in, instead focusing on trying to get the locations of the bots, but for whatever reason, something was stopping that. “Console? Who uses a console these days? They’re so… inefficient and clunky. Anyone who can get to it can use it. Hmm, though I suppose that would make things easier for me.”

The hels admin punched another command into his helmet and found the coordinates for the Console. He would teleport, but they often had tp protection or traps around them. Sometimes both. Plus Xannes had no clue what the nearby area would look like. So instead, he set his player-mode to creative and started heading off in that direction.

As he got closer to the location, Xannes looked at the ground below. It was covered with some sort of red… thing that seemed to be taking over the land. It honestly reminded him of the nylium war from a number of months ago. Obviously he couldn’t be sure how close it was to that, not having any experience with this particular problem. Plus, he wasn’t the admin, so he didn’t need to deal with it.

Xannes reached the coordinates and then paused. There was nothing here. Had he gotten them wrong? No, they were right. Even the y coordinate, so it wasn’t underground. But the console wasn’t here at all. It was just… missing. He ran the command again just to be absolutely sure that these were the coordinates. 

The command calculated the answer, and then gave him new coordinates. Great, it had given him the wrong place. Xannes rolled his eyes before really reading the new numbers. It wasn’t too terribly far from here, so Xannes adjusted and started towards the correct location. But then it wasn’t there either!

A third attempt of the command and a third set of coordinates. This time Xannes took the time to put himself into spectator mode to give himself the extra speed. But even then, there was nothing. “This doesn’t make any sense!” He turned back to creative mode, nearly trapping himself in some blocks. “It’s a console! You can’t just carry them around with you! Unless this is something helping with the protection. That could be in. Leading me off on a wild goose chase so I can’t find it and give up. Well, it won’t stop me that easily!”

He started off back towards spawn, flying over any of that red stuff covering the ground. It started out with him just needing to jump over or hover for a second to avoid it, but as Xannes continued, it just covered more and more until he couldn’t take it anymore and went to see what the source was.

After a bit of travel, it seemed like Xannes was almost there. He could barely see an entrance, but the stuff, it looked like plants, were half covering it. He pulled out a weapon to try and cut the plants, only to move back when he ended up taking damage. “Alright… what is this? I should be fine in this player-mode.” He tried again to get the same result. He then spawned in some lit TNT and watched as the plants exploded leaving charred remains. Xannes went through the now clear opening and started going down the staircase that had been behind it, when it started getting significantly darker. Turning back around, he watched as the plants repaired themselves, pulling back together until they looked undamaged.

Xannes stared at the reformed plants for a few minutes before racing down the stairs. This was really unnatural. It was even to the point where he was considering just baling and saying it was a lost cause. As he attempted to dodge any plants hanging from the walls and ceiling, he instead managed to hit a tripwire and suddenly parts of the walls were moving in and out. The admin growled and stood in place for a second, before just using the commands to get rid of the moving blocks and continue to descend the steps.

He had almost reached the bottom when Xannes realized he could hear people talking. And it didn’t sound distressed, more like a run of the mill conversation. That probably meant whoever it was had been down here for a long time, or didn’t realize they could get out.

Finally, the stairs opened up into a room that attacked his eyes with red. The plants were covering the place, vines all over the floor and hanging down from the ceiling. The walls and floors were also made of netherbrick, crimson wood and red carpets further saturating the place with red. Xannes pulled out his sword to use as a stick to push vines out of the way. It took a bit of hopping about, but finally he was able to see the source of the voices. 

There were a number of people surrounding a table. Using his helmet’s functions, he was able to get a better read on them. There was a demon, a cat hybrid, and two humans, one of them wearing some sort of mask. There seemed to possibly be other people, but none that he could get a good read on from all of the vines. Xannes moved a bit to get another look. Indeed there were more people, but one of them caught his attention most of all. It was Jrum.

Grumbot kept walking, getting closer to his- its charger. He- It was low on battery so he- it needed to plug back in. More of the infective plants were in the way, so a flint and steel was used to burn a path. Grumbot continued to light fires, ignoring the damage it took from walking through them. It was fine. The scorching could be cleaned if that was what was wanted. Perhaps it would not. Like the denting and the crack in its monitor.

Finally it arrived at the house. It ignored the dusty bed and instead stood next to the charger, staying in place as its battery filled. Now that it was charging, it could work. Weather was set to clear, unnatural mob spawning was turned off, teleporting was disabled, and more was done after that. It attempted to track the source of the issues, but only managed to find it was due to a hacker. That much was obvious from the start.

More programs started running before Grumbot realized what today was. Perhaps that was the source of the issues. A report was sent to the admin, giving him more details. An order came back and the robot continued to assess the issue, told to continue until he arrived. 

It took time for the admin to appear, but he did indeed. Except he was dressed slightly differently. And there was an absence of admin powers for the world. There were indeed admin powers present on this person, but it was not the correct source.

The person stood staring, axe held in their hands. It was a material the robot was unfamiliar with. There was no such item listed in this world. Then they spoke. “You’re a robot.”

“Correct.” Grumbot answered in a fully monotone voice, confirming the sentence.

“How long have you been like that?”

“Since my creation.”

The person sighed. “Alright, well this should still work.” They moved and grabbed the robot by the antenna, but it didn’t want to be moved and pulled out a netherite sword, stabbing the person with it. “Fuck! It would be better if you didn’t fight back.”

“I am not to be removed from this place.”

“And why’s that?” The person asked, rolling their eyes.

“I have been ordered to stay here and wait for the admin.”

There was silence before the person spoke again. “But the admin is Dream.”

“Correct.”

“Aren��t you Dream?”

“Incorrect.”

“Then where is he?”

Tommy cursed as he nearly flew into yet another bee. Sure, walking would mean he didn’t suddenly launch himself face first into one of the fuzzy mobs, but it would also take forever to get back, and he needed to be in the shopping district yesterday. He would have loved to just send a message and get an emergency teleport, but when all his things had been taken in the first place, his comm had been included.

When he finally reached the end of the tunnel to the upside down, Tommy took just a second to breathe before using another rocket to fly to the shopping district portal. Fortunately nothing dangerous was around, so he was able to take a second break at the foot of the portal before stepping through. Being able to see a regular overworld was great, especially since it was home, but there was one last thing he needed to do. Tommy took a deep breath, and then screamed at the top of his lungs.

The moment Tommy started yelling, he started counting the seconds. He was able to keep screaming for about twelve seconds before he needed to breathe, then seven seconds after that, he was tackled to the ground by Grian.

“TOMMY WHAT’S WRONG?!”

“Ow! Not right in my fucking ear, bitch!” Tommy shoved Grian off of him. “And I needed to do something to get your fucking attention.”

“Why didn’t you just-”

“Message you? Can’t. Comm got stolen. Speaking of which, I didn’t come back here with you!”

“What? But you were here with us until a few minutes ago.”

“Wasn’t me. I’ve been stuck with your hels!version. Meanwhile mine’s been the one here!”

“Oh no! Tommy I’m so sorry we didn’t realize!”

“Don’t worry G, ‘s fine. Bitch got his Phil to trap me in prison for a bit, but I’m out now. Now where the fuck is he?”

Grian pulled out his comm. “Shoot, he left just before EX did.”

“And those are connected… why?”

“My best guess is he went to your old server like EX. He’s after the bots.”

“Why aren’t you in there instead?”

Grian’s feathers ruffled. “Because I can’t get in there. We’ve tested everyone at this point. We’re all blacklisted from the place. Even when I use my Watcher powers which shouldn’t be possible!”

“Wait, everyone?”

“Yes! Phil, Techno and Tubbo couldn’t get in,” Grian quickly gestured to them, then himself. “I couldn’t, Mumbo definitely couldn’t. Same with Xisuma, Cub and Scar, Joe, heck, even Jellie couldn’t get in! It seemed EX was able to, and so was your duplicate, but that’s it.”

“Well, I just got here, what if I went?”

“No! I may have been having this conversation without you before, but I do not want you going there if you don’t have to.”

“If I can go as backup, I should.” Tommy crossed his arms.

“Tommy, I don’t really think that’s a good idea.” Tubbo spoke up. “I mean, I know you want to help and all, but that other guy seems to be dealing with it, and the server’s really changed since you were there last.”

“It’s still better than nothing! I know mostly what’s going on while Xannes has no fucking clue. And if you don’t, I can just call Mumza.”

Phil shook his head. “Do you even know how to do that?”

“Pretty much. I’m guessing it’s mostly the same. I’m just hoping she’s not a piece of shit like you were.”

“She’s not! Wait hey!”

“I meant the other you! But you weren’t the best guy yourself.”

“Tommy please don’t go.” Grian pleaded, taking Tommy’s hand. “You said you never wanted to go back.”

“Yeah, ‘cause I assumed one day you’d be able to get over there and grab Tubbo and maybe Ranboo. Possibly Big Q as well. Now you can’t get in and I might be able to. Why are you so against me going in there?!”

“BECAUSE I’M SICK OF LOSING MY FAMILY!” Grian shouted, unintentionally enhancing his voice with Watcher magic. I spent around eighteen years of my life making and losing family at every turn. The people I grew up with, the family I built, the people in Evo. I finally got to Hermitcraft and I started making a new family even though I know I’m going to lose it again! I haven’t been here that long! And then you showed up, and I was able to fix the bots, and I found NPG again, and then I found the family I lost. And now it’s falling apart again. I just want to hold on as long as I can before I lose even more.”

Tommy didn’t say anything as Grian shouted, slowly dissolving into tears. He just let his older brother shout at him and hug his and anything else he wanted to do. He could feel his shirt getting soaked from tears, but he didn’t care. He just softly spoke back. “Grian, I spent my life living in your shadow. I acted enough like you that Dad, Wil and Techno weren’t a fan of it. I got to the SMP and tried making friends, but they sort of fell apart, even a little bit with Tubbo and the whole exile thing. Then I got to hang with you and your kids and became part of the family before we even knew I was that from the start. Life fucking sucks sometimes, but I push through it cause that’s all I’ve really been able to do. And man, I don’t want to lose them either. Sure I’m their uncle, but they’re kinda also like my siblings. I want to go help them.”

Grian still looked conflicted, but then he sighed. “Okay… but you’re going to take this.” And suddenly a sort of communicator Tommy hadn’t seen appeared in Grian’s hand. “This was… a friend of mine’s. It was made to work in just about any situation. You’re going to send me messages any chance you get. If I don’t have one within five minutes, I’m going to use the doomsday option.”

“I’m sorry, the what?!”

“You said you were stuck in prison and hanging out with my double. You’re not there now, so I assume he isn’t either.” Tommy didn’t say anything, he just rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. “That’s what I thought. Look, if I can’t get in there with Watcher powers alone, I may have to get his help. If he were still trapped, I wouldn’t consider it on the risk that he would stay freed, but if he’s out, not like that’s a risk anymore.”

“He sort of seems like the person who would completely destroy the SMP.”

“And that’s why it’s called the doomsday option.”

Tommy just nodded and took the comm. “Alright then, let’s see if I can get in.”

Grian used his watcher powers again, and sent him to the SMP. He wasn’t stopped by any blacklist, and he arrived at the other side, still with all his gear.

Blacklist check. Attempting Entry: Tommyinnit. Assigned roles: Family Member, Uncle, Hermitcraft Member, DSMP Member Banned roles: Family Member, Uncle, Hermitcraft Member. 

Exceptions check. Exceptions List found: Second_List_Exceptions. Name found. Allowing Entry.

[mor-beck-more-problems]

Running in the Dark || Morgan & Mina

TIMING: Current

PARTIES: @drowningisinevitable & @mor-beck-more-problems

SUMMARY: Sometimes grief isn’t what you’d expect. Morgan already knew this. Mina’s learning it the hard way.

CONTAINS: references to emotional abuse

Thaddeus had been kind to Mina. She didn’t tell him, as he walked with her to what was left of Dark Score Lake, about the different ways that she’d thought about killing him, and she didn’t tell him that she needed to walk back to the East End, anyway, if only to get some of her stuff from Morgan and Deirdre’s. The walk had been long, her side not particularly healed at all, but she didn’t care. She didn’t care. She just didn’t care. She’d patch herself up inside, and then she’d…

She didn’t know what she’d do. Mina looked at the large house, dark and (for the first time that she could remember) ominous. It looked like no one was even home. She grabbed the spare key that was hidden near the pool for her on the nights she locked herself out. If she listened, she could hear the sound of laughing, good memories begging to be heard and reminisced. She ignored them. There was mud and blood in the footprints that she tracked up to her room; she’d need to clean up before she left. She added that to the list of things to do.

Mina trudged up to her room and went to her bedside table where she kept a first aid kit. She took off her shirt, assessed the damage. Her phone was on the table, the battery dead. She plugged it up. She wanted to sit, to take a moment, to stop and breathe. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t. If she stopped, she’d start thinking again. And she couldn’t do that. She needed to not do that. She needed to fix herself and gather her things and leave. She needed to do that. She had to do that.

Morgan ran from dead time as much as she could. She was a zombie; she could outpace anything. She could try. The house could be scrubbed, dusted, polished. Books could be re-organized. Comments on student assignments could be longer, more thorough. And there were other people in town to talk to. Maybe she didn’t have much of a family anymore (maybe she’d been foolish to think she had one at all), but she could still do things. But time was more relentless than any body. It outpaced her and waited in a hallway she could not avoid, in silences she could not escape. Eventually, even soon, it would catch her.

But what caught Morgan now was a hushed sound of movement from Mina’s room. “Mina?” She called. She ran, fresh hope writing itself over her grief (she came back, of course she came back, Mina was so loyal, Mina was raised with a sense of duty and maybe that wasn’t so bad all the time, she must have been lost and scared, maybe she wanted to change before looking for her), and stepped through the doorway. Maybe Mina was going to change, eventually, since she was so caked in blood and water filth she looked liked the creature from the black lagoon, but judging from the neat stack of clothes and wrapped up charging cords, that wasn’t really her first priority.

The hopeful words in Morgan’s head dried up, the brightness in her face grew dim. “Oh.You...” The rest of the words she knew seemed to dry up too. “...So it’s like that, huh?” She searched inside herself for a shield of anger to put up, but her voice, frail and cracked, was already giving her away.

Head snapping up, Mina looked, and there was Morgan in the doorway, and there was Morgan looking so, so small. Mina felt herself shrinking a bit, falling in on herself. She couldn’t stop herself from saying, “I thought the house was empty.” But why would it be? Everyone else didn’t leave just because Bex did. Everyone else didn’t leave just because Mina did. She fumbled with her hands, and she didn’t look at Morgan. “Like what?” she asked. But she knew what. She knew.

The best Morgan could do to protect herself was fold her arms over her chest, holding herself. “I mean…” her voice croaked and she had to swallow and try again. “You didn’t even want to shower or change your clothes first. Are you really gonna make me say it too?” She looked at Mina, pleading. “Why were you...I know your empty room would have spoken for itself, but to make me come home and suddenly know out of nowhere you were never…” Never coming back. Never wanted to stay. Never what Morgan thought she had been. “Do you blame me, for losing her? Is it the memories, and the quiet? Or something else? I know apparently you don’t want to talk to me but can you please at least tell me why?”

“I was going to clean up,” Mina said, her voice barely above a whisper. And she knew that want what Morgan wanted. She knew. She was well aware. “I just needed to…” She didn’t know. Tending to the place on her side had been paramount. Anything else would come after, she figured, along with an explanation to leave, a note to write. And she didn’t plan on staying gone forever. Her body just knew it couldn’t stay here, stay still, for too long, or it was going to break, shatter like her heart into a thousand little pieces. She looked at Morgan sharply. “Blame you? How could I blame you? Why would I ever blame you? I let her— she said it was— I stopped you, from hurting her parents, or I tried to, and maybe I shouldn’t have, but I couldn’t not listen to her. I couldn’t. I couldn’t.” She frowned. “Why do you think I’d blame you? Why do you think I wouldn’t want to talk?” Even if she didn’t. Even if she did. She couldn’t. She just couldn’t. Mina felt like she’d been still too long. She felt like she was going to crack open if she didn’t start moving again soon.

Morgan shrank under Mina’s gaze. “I don’t know,” she admitted quietly. “I’m just...trying to understand why you’re doing this. I thought…” We were closer than this. That I wasn’t so easy to leave behind after all. Morgan sniffled and blinked her eyes dry. “I’m grasping at straws. I don’t know what to think. But you weren’t wrong to listen. She was wrong to ask you, and to make the choice that she did. You haven’t done anything wrong, Mina. You don’t need to think that.” Instinctively, one of her hands freed itself and reached for the girl. But she remembered herself and at the absurd question, gestured to what she thought was a pretty obvious mess. “Well, something about slipping in and not saying anything and being in a bigger hurry to pack than to take care of your injuries and explaining that you were doing this now because you thought the house was empty sort of gave me a vibe that you don’t want to see or talk to me. What am I supposed to think instead?”

“I’m sorry,” Mina said immediately. “I’m sorry. I don’t--” She wanted to leave. She wanted to be back in the forest, walking until she couldn’t anymore. She wondered if that was what it was like to swim in the ocean, to just go and go and go and keep going with no end in sight. She wanted that. She wouldn’t have to think if she could just keep moving. But here was Morgan, forcing her to stop. To think. “I didn’t want to let her down again. I feel like I did, though. I feel like-- I feel like--” Mina sagged forward a bit, and then she just sat, heavily, on her bed, not caring that she was getting dirt and blood all over it. “I didn’t want you to see me like this, and I wanted to get everything, well, not everything, I’m not taking everything, I’m going to come back, I promise I’ll come back, but I had to go. I had to. I stayed there, and I stayed, and I stayed, and nothing changed, so I started walking because, if I didn’t, I was just going to-- What’s wrong with me?” she managed to gasp out between words. “What’s wrong with me? Why is it like this? Why does it feel like this?” And Mina was genuinely at a loss as she looked at Morgan. What was wrong with her? Why was she like this?

“You didn’t let her down, Mina,” Morgan replied. Slowly, she came up to the girl and sat beside her. She was so young sometimes. So heartbreakingly young. How lonely must she have been to have gone this far without anything important enough to ache over losing like this. “Nothing is wrong with you. As a magically certified expert in suffering, I can guarantee you that all of this, as horrible as it feels, is as natural as the beat of your heart. Having your heart broken is the exchange for love.” Slowly, once again, she reached out for Mina in a timid request. “Can I touch you? Can I help clean you up? Please…? I don’t care how you look, but you won’t heal right if we leave you like this.”

“It can’t be that, no, no.” But even as Mina said the words, they hurt. They burned in her mouth like iron, but, maybe, if she kept saying them, they wouldn’t feel like a lie. “It didn’t hurt like this when my dad died, and Bex-- she’s not dead.” Just gone, and it felt like Mina would never get her back, and it felt like the world was ending, and it felt like it already ended. “It’s not that. It can’t be that. I can’t-- I’m not capable-- I was told-- It hurts so much, here.” She put her hand over her heart and hated the way it was pounding. When Morgan reached out for her, Mina could only look at the older woman with slight confusion before she remembered that she was bleeding, that she was hurt, physically. Swallowing, she said, “I can’t even feel it.” Another lie, though she wished she could feel it more. She wished it would drown out the ache in her chest. “It’s not that bad.”

Morgan slipped her hand under Mina’s to feel her chest. She had no sense of its beat, but she heard the girl’s voice strangling itself in her throat. She saw how her neck throbbed with each gasp. “No, she’s not dead. But loving Bex is different, and so is losing her, when she left.” Probably because where Bex was concerned there was more hope, and more return. The loss of a starved love hit different from one you had grown to trust. Morgan reached for the corner of the bed sheet and brought it up to wipe Mina’s face. They were already dirty from her sitting, and she didn’t want to turn away for a moment and lose her. “And of course you’re capable. Why wouldn’t you be capable?” She cradled Mina’s face carefully as she wiped. “You love her, and now that she’s left, it hurts. It’s awful, I know it’s awful, but it’s nothing mysterious.” Then she turned Mina’s head, hoping to get her to meet her eyes. “Slow down and talk to me, honey?” she asked quietly.

In. Hold. Out. Mina tried to control herself, to slow down the terrible, rapid beat of the heart in her chest, to make it less painful. She could slow down her breathing, but she couldn’t make her heart stop aching. It wouldn’t stop. It hadn’t stopped in days, and she didn’t know if it’d ever stop again. She shook her head. “I wasn’t taught to love. I’ve never loved. Not like that. It’s not my place to get attached.” But she had gotten attached, and now she was facing the consequences. It was almost worse, to think about it as love because it meant that she’d done this to herself. “I don’t want this,” she said. She’d rather go back to being chased down by a sianach. She’d rather go back to being hunted by a warden. “I don’t know what else to say. I don’t want this.”

“Yeah, that’s the funny thing about, love, Mina,” Morgan said, smiling in a way that hid nothing of her heartbreak. She started plucking the leaves and twigs from her hair, combing through soothingly. “You don’t need to be taught how to feel it. Just how to do it well. But even with that, you were doing so good, and I am so proud of you for that. You don’t have to say anything right now. I know it hurts. I know. Just let me help with this other stuff, okay? Hurting like this is hard enough on its own, right? Let me help with the rest. Please, Mina. Please…”

Shaking her head, Mina said, “I don’t…” It hurt. It hurt so much. It hurt in ways that she couldn’t even truly explain. This wasn’t the kind of hurt Mina was comfortable with. She was comfortable with iron burns from knives that had been sharpened the night before until they were razor thin, and she was comfortable with broken bones that came from both people and great heights, and she was comfortable even with the sting of sharp words from people that saw her as a monster, a pest. All of that was something she could understand. She couldn’t understand this. “I don’t-- I can’t stay, not here, not all the time, and I don’t want to go, but I-- I--” If she stayed, it’s just get worse, and she needed to be able to move and move and not stop moving, and Mina knew that Morgan would try to make her stop. She looked at Morgan, her eyes begging. “I’m sorry. I’ll come back, I promise. I’ll come back. I’m not leaving you. I’m not.”

“When, next month?” Morgan asked, barely loud enough to sound like anything. “Next year? When Bex gets off her bullshit? When some banshee’s screamed for you and your body drags you over to breathe your last breath over whatever’s left of this place?” She shook her head and tried to dispel the words and the desperation that came with them. She smiled. She could be that person that she sometimes believed herself to be: a woman who could hold up anything she was given, who could make any shithole of a problem just a little better. She started cleaning the girl again. “You’re not going to last long anywhere in this shape. You need a shower, and a patch up job, and maybe a soak in the pool. You’re hurt, honey. And whatever you’re afraid of, whatever you’re trying to outrun, I just have a feeling that you can’t. And maybe if you’re not so alone you won’t break so hard when it gets you. But that’s just my guess. I’d have a better idea if you told me?”

“Next week,” Mina said, immediately. “At least once a week. And she can-- she can do what she wants.” Thinking about Bex hurt. It hurt. And no banshee was going to scream for Mina. Maybe Deirdre. Maybe. Probably not, though. Not until it was too late. “I’ve been in worse shape,” she managed to croak out instead. “This was really my own fault. I fell down a hill. There was a sianach after me. I think a fallen branch just--” she motioned towards the place on her side-- “that.” She shook her head. “It really doesn’t hurt bad. I-- I feel like if I stop moving, I’m going to… I don’t know what’s going to happen. The last time, I cried.” What was she outrunning? Her own thoughts. Her own memories. This pain that wasn’t physical but somehow hurt worse. “I just can’t stop moving.”

“F-for the pool. Of course,” Morgan said. Once a week to top off and not keel over. “That’s…” Real thoughtful. Don’t strain yourself on my account. She had the good sense to taste something wrong in those thoughts and said, “Sensible.” She was running out of clean patches of sheet to wipe her clean with. They needed the first aid tub and the fae salve and a fucking shower. Stars, Morgan could barely smell anymore, but her brain could still concoct some ideas from how filthy everything was.

“Being impaled is a real bitch, though. Even if it’s just your side. For me it was always easy to destroy myself a little when I was grieving. Not just death grieving, any kind. My body acts like the world is ending, life goes on, and it feels kind of crazy to act like everything is fine. But then that’s what everyone else is doing, so I felt like I had to hide it. I’ve never run before though. You should tell me how it feels so I can imagine it.” Finally running out of ways to help with what little she had, Morgan put her hands gently on Mina’s shoulders. “What’s so scary about crying, through? What else do you think is gonna happen if you stop? Come on, we can move while you tell me. You can use my shower to rinse off and I’ll tape you up, okay?”

Mina sighed. “Not the pool, Morgan, no. It’s-- I mean, it’s a nice pool, but I don’t have to stay here. I don’t-- I like it here. I… want to be here. Not because of the pool.” She swallowed, tightly. “You know I’ve… never stayed anywhere for long, right? White Crest is the longest. Here, right here, is in the top three. I want to be here. I don’t-- I don’t have to be. Not even because of the pool.” She could go anywhere. She could go back to that pond in the forest and never move, if she wanted to, and her body would adjust, and it would be okay. But she felt… home was a foreign concept to Mina, but when she thought about it, she pictured this house, these people, even if one of them was someone that she felt like she’d never see again.

“Impaled makes it sound so bad. It barely did anything.” The lie was obvious just from the injury itself, but Mina kept her tone light, the taste of blood familiar on the back of her tongue. “I just need to move,” she said, more honestly. “I’m always-- I always have to move, somehow, someway. My dad would call me fidgety, as a child. All the time I would, well, move. Either my hands or my feet, anything. I just couldn’t stay still. It gets worse, when I’m… emotional.” She allowed Morgan to lead her down the hall with little resistance. She didn’t have much resistance in her anymore. She stumbled a bit. She was tired. She could curl into a ball right there on the floor. She knew she wouldn’t sleep. “If I stand still, I’ll cave in on myself. That’s what it feels like. If I stop to think about anything for too long, I won’t be able to stop. I won’t be able to get up, and I have to keep going. I have to.” She had to do better, starting then, starting the second she stepped out of this house.

Morgan didn’t know what to do with Mina’s assurances except look at her with stupid confusion. Somewhere in her mind, far away in places she had run from in her own way, was a thought from her books about not taking rebuffs and rejections personally. But where she stood now, she could only think, if Mina wanted to be here and felt at home here, then why didn’t she just do that? And since she couldn’t be totally lying, there had to be something wrong with the home or the people in it, and if there was something wrong, why couldn’t she just know so she could fix it. She could fix it. She could.

“I haven’t lived with Deirdre this long without catching how your lies burn your throats,” she said, leading Mina into the bathroom. “Also, I’ve been impaled twice. And it still kinda hurt when Constance got me on a chalkboard with a chair leg, so you’re really trying to convince the wrong person here.” She turned on the water and gestured for Mina to tend to herself and get in. “I’ll get you a better change of clothes and the good stuff we have from Deirdre’s stint at the fae clinic. Okay? The only thing running through town while you’re like this will do is make you stop somewhere you don’t want to be. So you can move by washing up. Then we’ll talk about the rest. But Mina--you won’t cave in, if you stop. Your body is telling you that it will, but your body is just a lonely, heartbroken animal. You won’t collapse. You won’t break. Not the way you’re afraid of. Okay?”

“It usually makes me sick, too, but I feel quite alright.” Lies also gave Mina nosebleeds, but she didn’t care. She didn’t feel one coming on, she couldn’t possibly feel any worse now than she already did, and she just didn’t care. “It’ll make me stop thinking. That’s all I want. I just want to stop thinking.” She looked at Morgan with tired eyes before turning away and stripping and stepping into the shower. She didn’t care. She was still covered in dirt and blood and debris, and she didn’t care. She felt like her feet were going to fall off as she stood still, but she didn’t care. She wanted to keep moving. She’d stop when she passed out.

Morgan closed each door behind her as she went back to Mina’s room and rummaged for some of the clothes she wore to their fighting practice. She thought about erring on the side of impractical. Maybe she wouldn’t be so keen on running away for a week at a time in a dress or pajamas. Maybe Morgan could get one night in the house where she wouldn’t have to be alone. But the more she tried to focus on holding Mina on the couch, or staying up together in the studio, the more she saw Mina tearing out of the house, more vulnerable to the elements than she needed to be. So, activewear.

Then she came back, opening the doors one by one again. She laid some towels near the tub, took out the salve, bandages, and supplies for stitches, just in case.

“Let me know if you need any help,” she called.

Water was usually a reluctant comfort. Sometimes, when Mina had been younger, she’d been uncomfortable with how much she needed it, how much her body would more often than not crave to be in the water. Then, she figured out it was the best way to heal, to get better, and it stopped seeming so damning. Yes, she wished she had the enhanced healing outside of it, but it was a hard world; she’d take what she could get because she had to, even if she didn’t want to. But now it didn’t feel like anything. Dirt and blood swirled down the drain, and it should have been a relief, to be clean. But it wasn’t a relief. She just wanted to leave, to start walking and maybe come back when she wasn’t feeling like this.

And Mina couldn’t help but think it was wrong, that she felt like this, no matter what Morgan said. She shouldn’t be grieving. No one was dead. Nothing had been taken from her. There had never been anything there to be taken. (Maybe that was the problem. Maybe that was what hurt so bad. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.)

Mina was out of the shower and dressed robotically before heading back to Morgan. Being clean showed off the bruises, the cuts and scrapes that had probably been much worse before she’d spent so much time in the pond. She just… hadn’t noticed them. She’d been preoccupied. If her eyes were red, then it was only from a lack of sleep. That was it. That was a lie she could tell herself. “I don’t think I’ll need stitches.”

Morgan lifted Mina’s shirt to examine her side. The shower had done a lot for the wound, but leaving it alone was probably a bad idea if running through the woods was Mina’s idea of self-care. “I think you’re right. Just a bandage and some salve and lots of tape so it doesn’t come loose.” She knelt down and started to work, thinking of ways to treat the more minor injuries as she did. She did not want Mina to go like this and she did not want to be alone in this house.

“You never did tell me what was so bad about crying that one time you did stop,” she said after a while. “That doesn’t sound like breaking to me. Can you tell me more?”

“I started crying and a sianach heard and decided I’d make a lovely meal, and now I’m… here.” Mina sighed. “Sianachs are really lovely creatures in the fact that, if they touch you, you’re going to die, and I’ve been pretty miserable since I left, but not that miserable.” She stood completely still as Morgan worked on her, not looking, not even paying attention. “I stopped, and all I could think about was the fact that I’ve never felt like this, and it’s like I’m being stabbed from the inside, and that’s just a wonderful metaphor, right? See, I’m getting the hang of metaphors. Stopping gets you killed, or at least really close to it.” Mina closed her eyes tightly, tears escaping even when she didn’t want them to. “It hurts. So bad. So bad, Morgan. I can’t-- I feel utterly ridiculous, but it won’t stop.”

“The spinach deer, right,” Morgan said, laughing softly. “We had one charge into this house once. Before you, obviously. I had a panic attack in the middle of the library when I heard about it because one of my ancestors was killed by one, so I thought, yep, that’s it for me and everything I love. Granted, I did die a couple of days later, but that wasn’t the spinach deer’s fault. But in the moment, just hearing that everything familiar that I’d finally come around to thinking would stay, or at least be kind-of-sometimes mine had been destroyed while my back was turned, it did feel like my insides had been ripped through. My lungs, my stomach, my tendons. I tried to leave the building, but I collapsed instead…” She paused to lay the bandage for Mina’s side just so and keep it in place with one strip of tape before adjusting herself to secure it better.

“But the pain you’re running from isn’t about the cursed deer. It’s you, and what you thought you had, and what you thought was yours, and all that space that’s left behind now that those things are gone. And so of course it doesn’t stop. It just does what wounds do: it smarts and it gets infected if you don’t take care of it, and it hurts even when it’s scabbing over, and it numbs out and scars over and fades after a while. It never gets undone. It just heals, or it doesn’t, and then really does keep stabbing you forever, depending on what you choose. There’s nothing ridiculous about that.” She looked up at Mina, all softness. “I am so very sorry, my poor sweet girl. This was your first time being in love at all, wasn’t it?”

Any other time, and Mina might have felt like scolding Morgan over calling something as serious as a sianach a spinach deer, of all things, but she was more caught up in everything else that Morgan was saying, what she was asking. Mina shook her head, the motion jerky. “I’m not in love,” she choked out. And the words did choke her like the lie that they were. If she repeated them, though, maybe they’d be true. “I’m not in love. I’m not. I’m not. I’m not.” And they didn’t taste like iron, now, just blood that had gathered in the back of her throat, that would likely be pouring from her nose in minutes. “This isn’t love. It isn’t. I can’t love people like that. He always told me I couldn’t, and he was right. He was right. I can’t. I’m not supposed to. I’m supposed to do my duty and protect people and not fall in love and I can’t even do any of that right.” She couldn’t protect Bex or herself or anyone, and she couldn’t do what she was supposed to, and, “I’m not in love.”

“Mina--” Morgan reached over for some cotton balls and held them against Mina’s nose. Dark blood was coming down, splitting down the curve of her lips and staining her chin. “Mina, listen to me. He lied. He probably didn’t know that’s what he was doing, but he lied. You can love. Your heart is so big and so steadfast. Of course you can love.” The cotton balls started to drip, so Morgan tossed them into the sink and grabbed more. She urged Mina to sit on the edge of the tub, so she could guide her head forwards easier.

“Lying just makes you hurt worse and longer, honey,” she said. “And I know you don’t want that. I know you want the hurt to stop. But the only way out is through. Don’t hurt yourself worse.” She kissed the top of her head. “It’s okay to be like this. It’s okay to be in love with her. And you did it just fine from what I could tell, especially for your first time. You can say it, it’s okay…”

This really was making just an already horrible time even worse, wasn’t it? Mina sat down and leaned forward, well-versed in the methods of taking care of a nosebleed. She pinched her nose tight and licked the blood off her lips. She’d just gotten clean. She didn’t care. Blood and tears. That was really all she had left, wasn’t it? “I don’t want this, if it’s going to hurt like this,” she managed to say.

Only that stung, too. Another lie, one she hadn’t even realized was one until it dripped off her tongue like acid, and she swallowed tightly against it. Because maybe she didn’t want to feel like this, but it felt real, in its hurt. It felt like the most real thing she’d ever felt. Her throat tight, as if her own body feared that the next thing she’d say would hurt it, Mina said, her voice small, “I love her. So much. And what a piss poor way I had of showing it. I couldn’t protect her, I made a mess of everything, I didn’t even tell her what I was, Morgan.” She tried, the day before, but then Bex’s mother was there, and it felt like the world was ending. It still felt like it was trying to end.

“Hey--” Morgan wrapped Mina in her arms. “What do you mean a poor way of showing it? It’s not your fault she chose what she did. It’s not your fault Frank chose what he did either. Love isn’t about being a bodyguard, Mina. You’re not bad. For two people who were barely shown what love really looks like, you did so well. You did so, so well, Mina. Isn’t it kind of incredible?” She pulled back to cup the girl’s face. “Love is so much a part of who you are and what you’re capable of, you did it without realizing, without knowing how. And it’s a mess, yes, but I think love is supposed to be messy. And you didn’t make it. Not the way you’re saying. You’re okay, Mina. You’re not bad. You’re just a girl who lost her first love.”

“I didn’t tell her,” Mina said, and she felt the same amount of panic building in her chest that had been there the day at the coffee shop. Her heart was pounding, even in Morgan’s arms, and she felt like she was going to crawl out of her skin. “I didn’t tell her, and you were right. You were so right. I should have done it sooner, but I didn’t. I didn’t know how. I still don’t, and it’s too late, and she’s-- I--” A sob forced its way from her chest, and Mina moved her arms, finally putting them around Morgan. “I don’t know what I’m doing. I wasn’t taught to speak about things, or be gentle, or let people help me.” And how strange it was, to her, that the woman in front of her was the one that was teaching her about those things. She was learning to be gentle from a zombie who couldn’t feel things unless pressure was applied. And yet she was one of the gentlest people that Mina knew. She tightened her hold. She was shaking. Everything hurt. It just hurt, and she was in love, and it hurt.

Morgan held Mina tighter and let her cry for a while. She rubbed her back and combed through her damp hair, starting a slow, steady rhythm she hoped would soothe. And if it didn’t soothe, maybe it would give the illusion that the world was still in tune, and she was still dancing in time, and this wall okay. Morgan would have given anything to feel like that herself, but she would settle for Mina.

“You were never taught those things, no,” she said at last. “But you’re learning so much already, so fast. You must be pretty good at it, to pick up so quickly. Especially being gentle. I never saw anyone be more gentle than you were with Bex. And you can learn the rest, if you want. Once you get over the first couple of tries, talking, letting people in, stuff like that, it gets easier. But I would be lying if I said that there’s such a thing as completely knowing what you’re doing. Because no one does. Even with all the experience in the world, doing something new, or with someone new, pretty much feels like you’re making it up as you go. So don’t hold that against yourself. Don’t hold anything that’s happened with Bex against yourself. You can learn without doing that. And you don’t need to hurt any more than you already do.”

She sighed and fit another kiss into her steady rhythm. “Can I help you right now, Mina? Would that be okay?”

It was so dangerous to fall apart like this. Mina knew that. She knew that she’d regret it, probably the next day when she got up and the need to be anywhere else was still there. But she’d allow it, if only for right in that moment, if only because she knew it was safe to do this with Morgan. And while Morgan didn’t make the pain go away, it was somewhat comforting to have someone else there. It made her feel less alone. She could almost believe Morgan, really, if she tried hard enough. If she stopped thinking for too long, stopped listening to the ever present voice in her head, then she could almost believe. But the voice was a bit like the ache. It was always there. It had just been around a bit longer. It sounded a lot like her dad. It sounded a lot like Mina.

“It hurts,” she murmured, and she felt young, younger than she had any right to, younger than she ever had, in saying these words over and over again. She should get up. She should tell Morgan she was okay. She should leave. She should make an escape while she still could. Instead, she said. “Please. For tonight, I-- Please.”

Morgan’s own eyes finally overflowed at hearing Mina’s voice shrink, at hearing her surrender to staying, even for just a night. It didn’t feel as good as she thought it would. But how could anything feel good when Mina was this devastated? “Oh, my love,” she whispered. “Of course. Of course. For as long as you want, even just tonight, I’ve got you.” And so with great care, she scooped her up like the child she still was and carried her out. She did her best not to think about how small and terrible things had become for them, that carrying a frightened girl felt like comfort. She only thought about her next plan (rest and dinner and the right kind of distractions and packing; she hated helping Mina leave her but if she couldn’t stop it, she had to make it good) and the simple fact that in the sunken places their heartbreak had made for them, for once, for a little while, they weren’t alone.

Mina went rigid the second Morgan picked her up, her eyes widening before she forced herself not to flinch, not to react too strongly. In theory, she knew Morgan was strong enough to pick her up. She had picked her up, months ago, in a desperate race against time to get her from the car to the bathtub after the werewolf attack. But it was still strange. Morgan could pick up passed out werewolves to put in the basement and animal carcasses to take to her shed, and it didn’t phase Mina, but the second Morgan picked her up, it took her brain too long to process.

She was still processing that as Morgan ordered food, and still processing it when she put on The Sound of Music, and still processing it as they sat on the couch as the food arrived. Surely Mina ate. Surely she fell asleep. She blinked as it was morning, and she blinked again and they were in her room, packing up some of her clothes. “I’m not… you know I’m not leaving for good, right? I’m not.” But even as she said it, Mina wondered how long it would take her desire to keep moving to make her want to leave town. This was the longest she’d stayed anywhere. Maybe this was a sign that it was time to go. But she didn’t want that. But it might be.

“No,” Morgan admitted quietly. “I don’t. Because I release you from your promise to come back.” She no longer had the strength to be resentful about it, or to conceal the plaintive waver in her voice that underscored her words with please tell me I’m wrong, tell me I don’t have to do this by myself, tell me I’m not losing you too. “I don’t want to be the kind of person who traps you with them against your will. I don’t want you to come just because you made some reckless promise to make me feel better.” But I do want you here. Why do you even have to go? You know it won’t help, so don’t go, please don’t go. “So...I don’t really know anything,” she sniffled. “Here, don’t forget your battery pack. Not a lot of outlets in the woods. And this first aid bag, in case anything else happens…”

She looked around the room but found nothing else to shove into Mina’s backpack that would do any good.

“There is stuff for breakfast,” she added quickly. “You should have a big meal before whatever you’re doing. Or for lunch. I can cook and pack it up for you, if that’s better. And…” And what else? “...Will you tell me to my face, please? When you go today, can you...say goodbye? And call or message or...something if you can if you do decide to...I-I know I haven’t confided much in you about my history, but I’ve lost so many people without a word, without a chance to say goodbye, so...I would appreciate it if you didn’t disappear while my back was turned or anything. It doesn’t make anything better.”

“Morgan…” And Mina didn’t quite know what to do, so she put down the shirt that she was holding and walked over and hugged Morgan, tightly. She didn’t even think about it too hard; she just did it, the action right. “I’m going to come back. I’m not going fully wild, you know. I like camping, really, but I like four walls and somewhere to keep my clothes so they don’t get all wrinkly.” She sighed. “I’m going to come back. I’m not even taking all of my stuff. I might just stay at the little house near Dark Score, make use of the rent money that comes out of my account every month. But I’ll be back, and I’ll be on campus, and I’ll always be around.” She didn’t promise it. She hoped Morgan knew she meant it.

Mina had never known comfort like this, or care, or love. Not like this. This was gentler than anything she ever had, so gentle that most of the time she didn’t know what to do with it. She felt like she’d break it, shatter it, make it to where Morgan wanted nothing to do with her anymore. And she wanted to trust this gentleness, but it was so hard. And she was a coward. She always ran in the end. She always turned her head away in the end. “Breakfast sounds lovely,” she said. “And of course I’ll tell you. Last night was stupid. I’m sorry. I don’t want to be one of those people to you. I’ll let you know before I leave today. I promise. But I’m coming back. I’m telling you now that I’m coming back.” Morgan was one of her people, and she was in short supply of those. She wasn’t going to leave without keeping in touch. She’d promise that, too, if she needed to.

Morgan squeezed her arms around Mina until she could feel the curve of her arms and the sharp ends of her shoulder blades. There was nothing left to say that wouldn’t be a crime against one of them.There were no more assurances she could ask for. There were only the last steps of her plan (downstairs for breakfast, get Mina to take some lunch anyway, get her to help with the dishes) and the empty, unclaimed hours that lay beyond them. It was like lights flickering off halfway down a strange hall. You know there’s ground ahead, that’s how halls work, but there’s no certainty in the dark. There’s nothing but hope to keep you from falling.

[joa-quin-phoe-nix-fan]

The Interview -Joaquin Phoenix FF

!TW! Emotional abuse, death mentioned, grief

The Interview

It was a very bad idea to drink the night before this interview. You knew it then and you also knew it as soon as you woke up that morning, so hungover you could barely distinguish your feet from your hands. “This is bad...” you mumble to yourself as you walk over to what you could only assume was your medicine cabinet, desperately trying to take some ibuprofen before the inevitable headache and nausea kicked in strong.

After a lot of fumbling and trying to shake pills out of a dental floss container for way too long you finally find the ibuprofen and take 2 with a swig of tap water. Then you walk over to your bedside table hoping that your last nights drunken self had remembered to put your phone there. ..you had remembered! Feeling a slight feeling of pride as your phone finally came into focus you turned it on. Although you had remembered to put your phone in the right place for once, you had sadly forgotten to plug it in. It wasn’t dead but you only had 15% left. “Ugh, I can relate...” you sighed as you plugged it in and looked at the time 9:45. Alright so- wait, 9:45?!? You only have 45 minutes to get to a place 30 minutes away by taxi, but that’s only if you somehow managed to immediately get a taxi as soon as you left your building. Which is practically impossible during tourist season. This means you only just have 15 minutes to get completely ready and, more importantly, get sober.

You do a strange mix of stumbling and running to your kitchen grabbing at anything to fill your stomach. You by some miracle manage to successfully make a (maybe slightly too full) bowl of milk and a cup of coffee. You chug the coffee, burning your tongue in the process and you cool it down by chugging your cereal. You look at your phone, 4 minutes have passed. You jump up off your chair and run blindly back to your bedroom stopping only to glance at your face in the mirror of your bathroom and cringe at the streaks of last nights makeup still on your face. Running into the bedroom you desperately look around for the outfit that you had prepared for today, you had kept it in the same spot for a week making sure that it wasn’t in the wash and unavailable to wear today. You look in the spot, now covered in underwear, a scarf and 3 unknown lipsticks probably exchanged in the womens restroom at the bar last night. Underneath it all...the deep green suit you had planned for today! Thank god!

You throw it on and run back to the bathroom, knocking over an array of furniture on the way, grabbing around for your makeup remover and a cotton pad. You desperately wipe at your eyes, not really caring if every bit is wiped off just wanting the giant streaks of sleep-covered makeup gone. You get most of it off, leaving only slight traces of eyeliner and mascara right in your lash-line and practically jump on your makeup bag, trying to check the time at the same time. Sadly your phone had run out of battery at some point while you were attacking your face. “Ah, fuck it!” you mutter as you just chuck it at your bag, thinking that you’ll just have to go without a phone today and that you’ll charge it later. With shaky hands you draw on your eyeliner as precisely as possible, at the end feeling proud that you only fucked it up twice and that they weren’t even that noticeable. You then run to the door, grabbing your bag, vaguely grabbing inside it to make sure you felt your money, your keys, your slightly crumpled resume and your dead phone and run out the door, hoping that there was a taxi just waiting out there. As expected, there wasn’t one. You have no choice but to wait. The minutes pass like hours until finally, just when you were about to give up and start running towards the nearest bus stop (which is 10 minutes away and is twice the journey time) a yellow taxi peeled around the corner at the highest speeds. You wave to it desperately and luckily it screeches to a stop. You climb in and almost yell the address at the driver, you didn’t want to be rude, you were just so desperate.

As soon as your body settled down in the back seat, you started to feel rather dizzy and like you were going to pass out. You try to breathe deep to calm yourself down but it just kinda makes you suddenly nauseous so you resolve to just looking out the window to distract yourself.

As you watch the people and cars zooming past you try to remember what your uncle told you when he said that he got you this interview. “The man who’s going to be interviewing you is named Joaquin Phoenix, you will address him as Mr. Phoenix. You need to tell him about your college, your high school, the two other jobs you’ve had, how long you’ve had them, the fact that you haven’t been fired or reprimanded in the 2 years that you have had those jobs. Don’t get too sappy or tell him about your possible eviction due to your now ex dropping financial support, that will probably just make him think that you’re making it all up because it all seems to sad and ridiculous to be true. He’ll think you’re just trying to work off of his sympathy and will probably not take it well.” You sigh, although you hated how strictly he said it, you knew it was true, and you need this job.

After you broke up with them, you lost everything. They had helped you with taxes, they helped move and put together all your furniture, they were there for you when your father passed away, in fact, they had been with you for the better part of four years. Losing that broke you, physically, mentally and financially. You weren’t mooching or anything, you had your two jobs to pay for most of the bills, and they had their job. They just always helped when you were a couple hundred short, one time even a whole thousand short. This happened practically every month, being a barista and waitress didn’t pay as much as you expected, but they never minded. They always payed the amount, but then they would guilt-trip you. Forcing you to do things that you didn’t want to do because of their false sense of you “owing them” due to how much time and money they had spent on you. Sometimes you weren’t in the mood to “mess around”, sometimes you were too socially anxious to go to a party, sometimes you were just busy with your two jobs to spend every second of your day with them, but they didn’t care. You owed them these things and if you said no, they would threaten to not help you pay next month, or guilt you by bringing up your dad’s death. Both hurt just as bad and they knew this. They wanted to make you get in trouble at work, by making you not go, so you’d lose your job and have to depend on them more but they never succeeded. Although they had manipulated you in so many other ways, they never affected your work ethic. You knew that you needed to be there every day and no matter how much they guilt-tripped you and sent you text after text, voicemail after voicemail, threat after threat, you stayed at work. Once you got home you would fight and fight and scream and cry, they would yell at you, then as soon as you yelled, made their voice calm and condescending, making you seem like you were crazy.

Sometimes, you would even believe it yourself, but 2 weeks, 14 hours and 25 minutes ago, you didn’t bend, you kicked them out and called your mother, uncle and oncle (the uncle on your mothers side was gay and married a french man that you called oncle because that’s uncle in French) and they stayed over that night, with you crying and sobbing, and with them supplying you with chocolate, vodka and no phone. Your mom kept your phone from you like she had done when you were a child, and you’re glad she did, you surely would’ve called them and gotten back together and gotten back to being manipulated.

Since then, your mother, uncle and oncle had been visiting you one by one, checking up on you, making sure you were doing alright. The first night that they hadn’t done this was last night, the night that you went out, got shitfaced, came home, got more shitfaced and destroyed the house. It was the worst night for them to not check up on you, but you didn’t blame them. It was getting old to them, or maybe they were busy, maybe they just thought you were already over it. You weren’t obviously.

You were so deep in thought that you barely heard the taxi driver say “we’re here.” He was patient but he definitely wanted to get paid sometime today so to grab your attention he raised his voice a tad “We’re here ma’am!” You snapped out of it and looked out the window, you were here. You blushed, embarrassed and hastily thanked the taxi driver, paid for the ride and ran out towards the tall silver building in to the left of the car. The quick jump from sitting to running, though, made you reel and you almost fell onto the pavement when you suddenly stopped in mid-air. It took a moment to realize that someone had grabbed you and held you up before you made your face a pavement-pancake. You looked up, it was a man with silver hair, he had a medium sized beard, quite close to his face, not clean-shaven but not a lumberjack beard. Somewhere between there. He wore a shirt, tie and zip-up sweater. Kinda strange but nice-looking. His eyes were a lovely bright green in the morning light but they were so light you at first thought that they were silver. He held you close, with genuine concern written all over his face. “Are you okay, Miss?” His voice was sweet and gravely, and you felt the vibration of his vocal cords run from his chest, through you like a warm shower, slow and comforting.

You had kinda zoned out for a second, and suddenly realized what had happened, what situation you were in and how embarrassing it was. Your face became hot and stung, like as if you had instantly gotten a sunburn. You tried to stand up but your legs did not seem to want to cooperate. Instead of planting on the ground, steady and firm, to support your body weight, your legs decided to just kinda flop about like fish out of water, desperately trying to find the ground. They finally did and you wobbled up, standing, facing him embarrassed out of your mind.

He was patient and held you tight in case you fell again, “It’s okay, I’m here.” Why did he have to say that? Tears welled up in your eyes and the urge to hug this stranger became overwhelming. “Are you okay? What happened?” He asked as the tears fell down your face, worried that he had said something wrong. You started sobbing now, “I’m-I’m fi-i-i-ine..” you said between sobs, “I...[sniff]...I just had a bad morning...[sob] and-and now...I’ve got a job interview here right now and...and...I need this job but...I-I can’t do it!” At this point you were both sitting in the ground in front of each other, him still holding you and listening. “Keep going, I’m here for you” He pressed on, trying to get you to talk more. For an hour you both sat there with this stranger, you telling him everything and him listening carefully. Not really giving any opinion of his own yet, just asking questions to make you tell him more, tell him about how you felt, what you did next, what you remembered in the moments. Slowly at first, you started to feel better. The more you talked, the less you cried, the less you cried, the more you noticed about this man and how handsome he was, he had a small line on his lip, it was hard to see at first through his moustache but you noticed. Maybe it was a scar? You also noticed his teeth as he asked questions, not straight but not completely crooked. Yellow, he was either a coffee drinker, a smoker or both. His fingers were tobacco-stained, he was a smoker. His eyes were perfectly lined with long lashes, giving another layer of beauty to this man’s face. The more you noticed, the more you wanted to know about him. Life went so slow and sweet with him.

You finished everything that you had to say, finally calm and content. He quietly turned his head and furrowed his brow, processing everything you said. He stayed this way for about 5 minutes. You didn’t mind though, it just meant you could simply watch him and forget everything else in life. After a while he spoke, slowly and carefully, choosing each word as if it was the most important decision of his life. “Wow...that is definitely a whole lot to go through in one lifetime. I understand what it’s like to lose someone, I lost both my father and my brother. My brother died of an overdose right in front of me and I lost my father to cancer in 2015. I have no idea what you will need to heal...but for me, I chose to create. I overworked myself at times, hurt the people I love, I came close to giving up at times, but I kept going. Lots of people tell you to never look back but...I find that looking back sometimes can help you heal. You need to look back to know where you came from. The important thing is to not do that forever, otherwise you’ll never move forwards. You seem to have been overworking yourself, both with your work and your relationship. The man, that you were going to have an interview with...he’s me.”

Your stomach dropped. You had completely forgotten about the interview. The words of your uncle repeated in your head. “Don’t get too sappy...that will probably just make him think that you’re making it all up...he’ll think you’re just trying to work off of his sympathy and will probably not take it well.” You instantly drop your gaze and lower your head, ashamed and unbelievably worried. “I’m so sorry Mr. Phoenix, I made it so you weren’t working. I told you everything about my life. I promise you it’s all true and I swear I didn’t try to play off of your sympathy...I had no idea you were...” You glanced up, meeting his gaze. He looked profoundly confused and not at all angry. You blushed beet red and looked down again in apology. You sat there for a couple minutes, tears forming again, blurring your vision. Then something slowly reached for your face. As the tears fell off your eyelashes and landed on your leg, you saw that it was his hand, he slowly placed his pointer finger under your chin and gently pushed your head upwards. You complied and lifted your head, completely ashamed and met his gaze again. What took you completely aback was, that he was smiling at you. “Miss Y/N...I never thought that. I actually was supposed to have time-off during the time of our interview but your uncle is very good at convincing people.” You both laughed at this, for it was indeed true “So I wasn’t kept from work. Finally, I’d be more surprised if your life story wasn’t true, I would say that you’re an amazing actress if that was the case. I know that everything you’ve said has been true, I could even tell that quite a bit was wrong as soon as I saw you left the taxi. It all made sense as soon as you said it.” You smiled at him. You had only just met him that day but you already felt so comfortable around him. Was this love at first sight?

“Well, now that we are properly acquainted, do you want my number so we can make another interview time or maybe even...to go get a coffee?” You blushed again, getting your phone out of your bag, forgetting that it had run out of battery. You cursed at yourself, you should’ve just let it charge. “I’m sorry, but my phone is out of battery...do you have a charger?” “No, I don’t on me...do you want to come over and charge it?” You nodded, unable to speak because you were so flustered and walked with him to his car, excited to see where this day would go.

PS Hey! This is my first FF! I hope whoever reads this likes it and if you want to request a fic or if you want to give tips on writing FFs I'll happily write any FF or take any advice.

[draganasimpsforjeff]

Hunting Dogs (proxies x reader) Chapter Three

"Yes, mom. Yes, I know. I'm aware..." You repeated the same lines over and over in  a different way each time, hoping that would tell your mom "I fucking get it" but nope she went on until you nearly shouted, "Fuck! I'm gonna be late, call you later, love you bye!" you said in all one breath, pressing the end call button and tossed your phone onto your bed.

In reality, you had plenty of time; roughly 40ish mins until you had to clock in. The events that were held last night replayed in your mind as you brushed your teeth. You began to question if it was real or maybe it was the stress of life getting to you. But you didn't think you could crack that easily from pressure, especially with as dramatic has being a witness to a innocent old man getting killed or three masked men chasing you to your home.

"Damn cold weather." you groaned, noticing a small trail of blood leaving your nose and onto your pajama shirt. You leaned forward, grabbing some toilet paper and try to stop the bleeding while searching through your closet for appropriate clothing for work. The only uniform you would have to wear was a name tag and apron.

Plugging your phone in for another few minutes as you had forgotten to charge it the night before. The current battery level was at 34%. You didn't know how long you were going to be at work and if you were gonna be granted a break or not so, it was best to charge it so you didn't die of boredom.

After a few minutes your bleeding nose cleared up and you threw away the red stained tissue into the trash, fixing your appearance in the mirror before grabbing your phone and tossing the cord away. You walk through the small hallway and downstairs to where you were able to leave your apartment. Opening the door, you peaked your head out of the room trying to see if there was anyone in the hallway.

You weren't paranoid, you just didn't really like your neighbors as they were really loud or there was a few that liked to get in your business, but it wasn't necessarily a bad type of nosy, it was more so that you were new and young in a bustling city with no family members to support you if needed.

You locked your door with your keys before stuffing them into your pocket, debating whether or not to keep them out somewhat so if something happened again it would be easier access, but there was also a chance of them falling out. Sighing, you just tucked them safely deeper into your pocket, walking down the long hallway.

Rain was drizzling down onto the sidewalks as you opened the iron gate and your shoes hit the damp concrete. You didn't know whether to be relieved or slightly bugged as a rainy day meant very slow business and you could catch up on other work, but slow day also meant having nothing to absolutely fucking do and- and that meant you were gonna be somewhat wet and cold as you walk to work and possibly from.

"Ah, the only reason why I give you business Mr. Baldwin- Y/N!" Mr. Saka gave you a frantic wave and you chuckle, giving him a slight wave. "Morning, Mr. Saka. If I didn't know any better I would say you have a crush on me." Mr. Saka howled in laughter. You weren't the type to say stuff like that to older men, but you and him had a different relationship where it was just strictly playful words and nothing else. He had no feelings for you and vice versa, you both enjoyed each other's personality and company. He wasn't a creep either, so there were no red flags either. Plus, you had to admit you were kind of scared of his wife, Catherine. Though, she was rarely joined with her husband the moment you see her you don't know how to form sentences or know if you're doing your job right. She was just a customer but she definitely gave off heavy vibes of taking charge and just seemed like that even if she was in a very good mood.

He open his mouth about to speak before the door made a jingle sound and a girl with auburn hair that looked messy, but like in a fashionable way? She quickly fixes her shirt, brushing off the nonexistent fuzz on her shirt and looks around before spotting you. "Oh! You must be Y/N! Mr. Baldwin said to talk to you when I first get here-" she grabs your hand, shaking it while remaining an intense stare into your eyes. She was smaller than you but a bit scared of how someone could have energy like this it in the morning. "Did he? Well, I don't think I caught your name. " you said, not recalling your boss mentioning her name the night previous. "It's Kristine, nice to meet you." she smiles brightly and you couldn't help but return a smile as well. Damn, she's contagious.

"Right, well, let's show you the basics around here and I'm sure Mr. Baldwin will give you a uniform and start training you. " You said and excuse yourself from the conversation you and Mr. Saka were having.

It took roughly twenty minutes showing where equipment were at the store, briefly explaining their use, where to clock in, areas around the restaurant where she would most likely be, introducing her to the other workers (which honestly she mostly did herself before you could open your mouth) where the schedule was located and explaining the cut off date for paydays and such as well as the best time to request a day off if needed. "I can take it from here, Y/N. " Mr. Baldwin said, smiling softly and you nod, walking away and breathing out a sigh of relief. It wasn't much of a chore, but you were afraid of leaving out information as that was your first time having someone go to you first and having to take on a role, plus she was very bubbly for like 8:15 a.m....without coffee or some stimulant.

Reaching the front of the store, you turned on the coffee makers and look over at Mr. Saka who was looking outside as it began to rain even harder. You sigh through your nose, grabbing a mug and pour coffee into it and grab three packets of sugar, handing it over to him. "On the house." you say and he smiles slightly, nodding in 'thanks' before tilting the cup to his mouth.

The morning process was pretty tedious and you never really liked it as you had quickly caught on when your boss first trained you. Not much was expected from you, not in a bad way, just mostly people came here for the food and no one really came in during the mornings unless for coffee or light breakfast. As of right now, there was only Mr. Saka.

Yep. Today was definitely going to be slow. You walk towards the booths and tables, pulling chairs down and cleaning the tables off a bit, hearing the door open again and three men came in, wiping their faces from water droplets. They didn't look familiar at all, but one of them seem to have notice you as the man with brown hair that was long enough to cover some of his view from you if he didn't flip his bangs away from his eyes nudges the guy next to him. You had to admit, he was sort of buff looking and had great sideburns. He looks up at the other man, glaring daggers until the third man with a stubble and very short brown hair took notice of you.

You didn't like the vibe you got from them, but you just shook it off as they were just new and you didn't know what to expect from them. You look down, avoiding their eyes before they went up to the bar, sitting down on the stools across from Mr. Saka. You stopped your progress with the tables and walk over to them. "Anything I can get for you this morning?" you ask politely, eyeing the coffee pots as they finally fill up to the white line.

"Two black coffees and-"

"Caramel frappe, extra whip cream-" The two older men look at the one who ordered the frappe with a annoyed look. "Yeah, sure, coming up." you say and went over, grabbing two of the smaller mugs for nonspecial coffee and poured the coffee into it, giving it to the two men before walking over and started making the caramel frappe. "You guys new here? I didn't recognize you." you started the conversation, hoping to confirm why you felt off with them but try your best to keep your cool.

One of them had cleared their throat before speaking, "Yeah, we moved in last night." You nod, adding the whip cream onto the coffee and caramel drizzle.  Mr Saka took his chance to speak, taking in the rain and then at the men, "I hope you didn't have to go far to get here considering the type of weather we're having today." he sighs and takes another sip of his coffee.

The man with sideburns answers him, "We live just around the corner." Your body grew goosebumps and you nearly let out a gasp, replaying the scene in your head from last night. Were they aware of what happened last night? But nonetheless, you had a feeling that a question like that shouldn't be the one you need to focus on.

Three men last night had chased you from around the corner,

three men came in and said they moved in last night and live around the corner!

You swallowed thickly, grabbing the cup and hand it over to the other man who took it almost instantly and started slurping the coffee. His eyes widen at the taste and he smiles. "This is pretty good." he says and you smile a bit more at the comment. "How convenient." Mr. Saka said to the side-burn man. You snorted at what you had named him and the four men look at you and you wave it off, "It's nothing, just thinking."

Mr. Saka chuckles, nodding his head and continues to talk to the other men. You went back to the tables and make sure everything looks good before hearing your name being called. "Y/N!" you groan, walking to the back room. "Yes, Mr. Baldwin?" you peek your head in, groaning as you had seen what he wanted from you. Piles upon piles of empty boxes needed to be taken out, luckily they were already broken down, but you didn't exactly want to get wet and cold from going outside.

But either, you walk over and mutter to yourself and took as many boxes you could with one hand, using the other to push open the back door immediately your hair blocks your few and is soaked. You ran to the dumpster, quickly throwing the boxes but something caught your attention.

You walk over to it, kneeling down and grab it, minding the needle at the end. It was the syringe from last night with a purple liquid dripping out, making you drop it. You hadn't touched whatever was inside, but the thought that you probably had touched the edge of the broken pieces made you think that that was bad enough. You swallow, staring down at it for a moment and noted your foot placement. You stood in the same spot a man had died last night.

Speaking of which; Where is the body? Did someone call 911 and they took care of it?  More disturbing thoughts came in roll as your way of thinking changed, Did stray dogs or cats start get a head-start? No, there was no way. Did...did the men come back after chasing you and hide his body? "Y/N I'm not paying you to just look down at the ground, C'mon. " your boss said and you sigh, walking away from the syringe and back instead. The apron had protected most of your clothes and just seems like your hair had been the victim of the rain as you got back inside. "I'll get the boxes later, Y/N you just go back to the front. " he says and you nod, not wanting to argue with him as you were still disturbed from what you found.  When you came back, the three men were gone but a small note was left.

"What's this?" you ask out loud and Mr. Saka shrugs with a smile on his face, "Maybe one of the gentlemen's number, aye? A social life wouldn't hurt." he says and you reach from the folded note, expecting what the old man said, but what you saw on it confused you until you caught on.

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3rd up

5th left

[emmy-writes-sometimes]

Stressed Out

The reader is stressed out because of exams and Chris insists on her coming to see him for the weekend.

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           “Hey, babe!” Chris said, slightly too loudly over the phone. Your head was absolutely throbbing, so as much as you were glad to hear his voice, it definitely didn’t help.

           “Hey,” you responded back, trying to match his level of enthusiasm, but it didn’t work.

           “What’s with the sad voice, huh?” His Boston accent was loud and proud, and it made you smile.

           “Just really stressed. I’m sorry I haven’t texted you. It’s been, just, hard to focus on anything here.” You heard Chris take a sip of what was probably a beer, and honestly a cold one sounded amazing.

           “Then come over here,” he responded like it was a completely obvious answer. “You can use my office, I’ll force you to watch a movie with me, and you can just take the weekend to wind down, okay?”

           “I don’t want to crash your weekend.”

           “Baby, what weekend? Just pack up and get your ass over here.” You smiled.

           “Okay. I’ll be there in an hour.”

           “I love you.”

           “I love you too.” You hung up the phone and got up, grateful for at least somewhere to go. Even though your head was pounding and you were sure you’d taken too many pills for the day already, you still had work to do and you were praying that Chris would let you do it. You threw clothes in a weekend bag and locked up, starting the half an hour drive out of the city toward his house. His house was an absolute paradise for you. It was in the quiet suburbs, it had a pool and a huge backyard, and Dodger was always in the mood to play. And, of course, it had Chris unless you were house-sitting while he was gone. You pulled up to the driveway and immediately Chris was out there to get your bag.

           “Hey,” he said softly, pulling you into a hug. “You definitely needed a hug, huh?”

           “Yeah,” you replied as you buried your face in his sweatshirt. You couldn’t wait to steal one. It had only been a few nights since he came up to have dinner with you and carry in a case of water for you, but it felt like a lifetime.

           “When’s the last time you ate? Slept? Took a shower? Did something other than study or write a paper?” You shrugged and pulled away from him, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. He caught you, though. “Okay, I’m pulling the plug. Tonight you don’t do any work. You can work tomorrow, I’ll even buy you some Starbucks and we can work together, sound good?” You nodded and walked inside the house, kneeling down on the ground to pet Dodger when he came running up to you.

           “Hey, buddy!” You said to him, smiling at how soft he was.

           “Go up and take a shower, borrow whatever clothes you want, and when you come back down I’ll have some hot food ready.” You looked up at him and almost cried from how relieved you felt. He wasn’t giving you an option, but when you were alone you felt like it was an option that you just never got to choose.

           You walked up the stairs to Chris’s bedroom. You’d never been happier to see the picture of you and Chris that he kept on his bedside table, and you’d never been happier to see a King sized bed in your entire life. You went into the bathroom and just decided to use Chris’s everything since yours were downstairs still, and he had extremely nice products. If you had a chance to use Gucci Guilty shower gel, you were going to take it. You must have spent twenty minutes just standing under the water before doing anything, but eventually you pulled yourself away from the full-sized shower and stole one of Chris’s many Disney t-shirts that he never wore because he cycled through the same four. You could smell that he was making your favorite, and he already had a beer for you sitting on the counter.

           “Thank you,” you said as you sat down at the bar, laying your head down on the cool granite.

           “Hey, at least stay awake, this is a masterpiece.” He passed you a bowl of it, kissing the back of your head as he did. He rubbed your shoulders for a minute before sitting down across from you. “When was the last time you ate something you didn’t get from a cardboard box?”

           “When we were out for dinner,” you admitted. “I skipped all my classes to get a paper done and then he extended the deadline for it anyway, and then this take-home exam is fifty short answer questions, and then…”

           “Honey, you’re spiraling. Eat.” You picked up the fork and twisted some pasta around it. You ate it in record time, and by the time Chris was finished you were already putting everything in the dishwasher. You felt ten times better than you had just an hour and a half ago.

           “That was amazing, thank you.”

           “Anything to make you feel better. Now come on, let’s pick a movie.” Chris took your hand and dragged you over to the couch, pulling you down on top of him. One of your favorite things on Earth were movie nights with him – he was huge compared to you and he always just enveloped you in him. You could always feel him smile and laugh and it made you do the same. He was the absolute best companion you could ask for on a movie night.

           “Can we please watch a stupid Disney movie or something? Nothing I have to concentrate on?”

           “Toy Story it is!” He said, picking up the remote and searching for it. He pulled a blanket over the two of you and scooted until he was fully against the back of the couch and you were beside him as the little spoon. He was your happy place in times like this. He turned the movie on, but you were more concerned with how his arm wrapped around you and held you tightly, the way the couch dipped when Dodger got up to sit at Chris’s feet, and the way that his beard caught your hair in it.

           “You asleep?” He asked after a few minutes. Your eyes were shut and you were almost asleep, but no. You were just taking him in.

           “No. Just tired.”

           “You can sleep if you want. I’ll get you to bed either way.” That made you laugh a little bit. He had the humor of a twelve year-old. You burrowed down slightly deeper into the mold of Chris’s body and finally shut your eyes for more than a few hours.

           The next time you woke up was when Chris was waking up the next morning. He was probably going to take the dog out, you decided, and after he kissed you, you let yourself fall back into sleep. When you woke up again there was a note in his place.

           Going for a walk and a Starbucks run. I’ll be back soon! Don’t do any work until I get there! – Christopher

           You rolled over and checked your phone for the first time in ages, catching up on the missed texts and Instagram DM’s and Twitter notifications. You must have spent fifteen or twenty minutes just scrolling through, too, before you heard the front door open. There was the distinct sound of a dog’s nails running up the stairs and then you saw him as he jumped right into bed with you.

           “You finally woke up!” Chris said as he walked in a second later. He was carrying your favorite Starbucks drink in his hand, in the biggest size they offered. “I was beginning to think you were going into a coma there.”

           “No, I was just really tired. What time is it?” You hadn’t even looked at the clock on your phone. He looked down at his watch.

           “11.” You sat up, completely alarmed.

           “Chris, I have a fucking paper due in eleven hours that I haven’t even started! Why didn’t you wake me up at eight, or nine, or…”

           “Calm down! Calm down,” he said over your voice. “Just calm down. Just come downstairs and we’ll work through it.” Your watch, which miraculously had battery still, notified you that your heart rate was above average. So you took a deep breath, accepted Chris’s coffee and kiss, and started walking down to the dining room. Chris had an office, but whenever the two of you were together you would set everything up down there where you could at least be around each other.

           “I can’t believe I slept so late,” you groaned, taking your computer out of its sleeve from your backpack. You set the coffee in front of you and sat down as Chris plugged your charger in for you. His hand ran through your hair as he sat down, looking over you.

           “Hey. You can do this. Just relax. I’m here if you need me.” You started writing your paper as calmly as you could, covering up the clock with a post-it note. Chris brought you lunch in about an hour and a half, forcing you to eat it before he would go back to working beside you. You eventually finished, and after un-covering your clock you had half an hour to spare. Without even proof-reading it, you submitted it to the website.

           “See?” He said, “I told you you’d get it done. Now what do you say we take the dog for a nice, long walk, we get some dinner, and have a movie night where you don’t fall asleep on me?”

           “Only if popcorn and candy counts as dinner.” He rolled his eyes, but stood up. You both went upstairs to change into clothes enough to walk Dodger, and took him through the neighborhood. One of Chris’s hands was holding Dodger’s leash, the other holding your hand as you walked. He asked you to explain your week, start to finish, and then he explained his, and you were all caught up on what you’d missed. By the time you got back to the house you were having a conversation about whether or not all of the Pixar movies were connected, to which he kept insisting they were.

           “You go get some snacks, I’ll go feed Dodger.” You nodded and started looking through every cupboard Chris had. He always kept a movie night stash, including popcorn and candy, and you said fuck it – why not bring the entire thing over? So you did, and by the time Chris noticed it he tossed his head back and laughed.

           “I couldn’t decide!” You said. He held out his arm for you to come cuddle with him, and the two of you picked a movie that you could actually concentrate on.

           “How do you feel about now?” Chris asked halfway through as you pushed the empty bowl of popcorn back onto the coffee table. You pulled the heavy blanket up to your chin and felt Chris snake his hand up your shirt to your ribs. His hand was warm against you, and only then did you realize you’d been cold.

           “Not stressed at all,” you answered honestly.

           “Good. I aim to please. Just don’t fall asleep on me this time, okay?”

           “Mmhm, sure.” You shut your eyes for a minute, but were able to actually open them back up. It was actually Chris that fell asleep, so hard that you didn’t have the heart to wake him, so you let yourself fall asleep, too, as the movie’s credits started playing. 

A/N This is literally my dream, omg. 

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Ghost of You (Alec Volturi x Reader)

WARNING: Death! Dark Themes! Mentions of possible suicide!

(Inspired by Simulacra) 

You lay lifelessly on the forest floor. Your knees dirty, dirt buried under your finger nails. He made sure you were dead. You didn’t move, you didn't breathe. There was no heartbeat. You were peacefully silent. Carlisle looked down at your body with a frown on his face. "Carlisle?" Carlisle turned to see Bella, who in turn was then exposed to your body. She gasped, recoiling immediately. She couldn't take her eyes off you. You looked as though you were just sleeping. One of your hands draped across your stomach. However your other arm gave a very different story. It was sprawled out flat on the forest floor with your phone mere inches from your fingertips. "What happened?" Bella felt tears well up in her eyes. Carlisle moved closer to your body picking up your phone before hurrying back and moving towards Bella. "Go and find Edward and then call your father." Carlisle said, putting the phone in his pocket. "Are they...?" "Go. Now." Bella pressed her phone to her ear, barely feeling Edwards fingers rest against her back. "Dad? You've got to come to the woods there's... it's (Y/N). They're dead." 

Carlisle couldn't stop his frown as he watched your body be lifted into a body bag. Arms folded over each other ever so slightly. "So Bella and Edward found them?" Charlie shifted to stand beside Carlisle. Carlisle nodded. "Yes." He had to lie. Charlie couldn’t know he was with the body- not Edward and Bella. "Is there any chance you could make a guess on the time of death?" Carlisle numbly shook his head. "Not for certain, there isn't any decomposition but they're pale so it could be a matter of hours." "Well, we'll get an autopsy and see if we can piece together what's happened." Charlie stated. "How do you do that? If you don't mind my asking?" Carlisle turned his gaze to Charlie. "I'm a doctor, I see so many brutal injuries and conditions. So much worse than (Y/N) looks, yet even now i stand here and don't know what to say or do." The question made Carlisle seem human but that wasn't why he asked. Carlisle knew the secret of his profession. He had lost many patients. He knew you personally though. Whilst you looked somewhat unharmed, Carlisle was finding the image difficult to stomach. Charlie had basically watched you grow up. He knew you since you were born and he, at best, seemed unphased. "I try to focus on it in one perspective. I'm the Chief of Police. People need me right now to keep everyone in the right direction. I'm going to be needed composed for now but when I'm just Charlie Swan, I'm going to feel the loss just as much as everyone else. Their parents, my neighbors- my friends- they're going to need their friend when I have to tell them what has happened." Charlie put a hand on Carlisle's shoulder. "I'll take it from here. Don't worry about this." Carlisle nodded. "Take care of yourself, Charlie." "You too. Oh, and one more thing. When you found them, did you move them or anything else on the scene?" Carlisle shook his head. "No, they haven't been moved since I've been here." Charlie nodded before walking away. Carlisle stared at the empty space you were once in. Now he had to tell Alec the news. The news he'd never want. 

Jane stared at her brother who hadn't moved from his desk. "Alec...Alec please say something." It had been three days since he found out you were dead and Jane could see her dear twin was suffering, even if he didn't show it. "Did you know they don't immediately bury the dead anymore?" Alec spoke up but didn't turn to look at his sister. "They put the bodies in a large kind of freezer. Tight, enclosed spaces for people allocated like drawers." "Alec..." "(Y/N) didn't like small spaces, did you know that?" Alec continued. Jane swallowed, biting her lip. Jane moved to crouch beside him, taking his hand and lightly giving it a kiss as he continued. "You know, when the masters told me I laughed. I don't know why I did, but I did. I didn't find it funny. I just couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe that i could go through any more pain. Haven't I suffered enough?" Alec's gaze lowered slightly. "I'm angry at them...at (Y/N). Although I know it’s not their fault. I stood there thinking. ‘how dare you? How dare you leave?’ Then it hit me why I feel so angry towards them. I don’t know how they died.” Alec looked at his twin. “I wasn’t the most loving or approachable person at times but…Jane do you think they would ever…?” Alec trailed off, unable to say the words. However, Jane knew immediately. She firmly squeezed his hand. “No. You two weren’t perfect but you two loved each other very much and I know they wouldn’t never do such a thing. Especially not because of you.” Alec laughed bitterly and quietly to himself. “ 'loved’? That’s the issue isn’t it, sister?” “What do you mean?” “A matter of days ago, they stopped loving me. Yet I still love them.” “Don’t think of it like this was a choice, Alec. (Y/N) died. They didn’t stop loving you because they wanted to. They stopped loving you because they can’t. They’re dead. Besides, perhaps there’s more to death than we realise. Perhaps they still do love you.. wherever they may be.” Alec scoffed. “You don’t want to hear it. I know.” Jane continued. “You and I aren’t very compelled by such things as the 'afterlife’ but if it’s what you have to say for now. Then so be it.” Alec’s empty and unfeeling facade cracked ever so slightly, eyes darkening even more than was thought possible, the red in his eyes no longer visible. “I don’t want to let go and I feel like I have to.” “Alec, you’re already letting go. It’s alright. It’s still early days, you’re going to feel a lot of things but when you’re ready, you’ll say goodbye. No one forces you to let go of someone after they die. You do so on your own.” Jane admitted she wasn’t the best at advice or anything of the sort. However Alec knew that, and for his sister to simply let him speak was enough. Jane rose to a stand. “Be hurt Alec, let yourself feel everything you feel. It’ll be better that way. Just give it time.” She bent over slightly to kiss her brothers forehead before leaving. 

A few days had passed and Carlisle had arrived somewhat unexpectedly for Alec but Aro, Caius and Marcus appeared to have been expecting him. “It’s good to see you all again, even if under such sad times.” Carlisle greeted solemnly. “Yes, dear friend. It is a very sad time indeed.” Aro slowly nodded, his hands clasped in front of him. “I trust your coven are doing well through these difficult times?” “We are doing our best. I can only hope the same goes for the Volturi.” Aro cracked a smile. Carlisle turned to meet Alec’s pitch black eyes. He nodded in greeting. “Hello Alec, I give you my condolences.” “Hello Carlisle. Thank you for the gesture.” Alec replied without a hint of emotion but his eyes spoke volumes. “You also have my apologies. I was unable to bring any of (Y/N)’s things for you. Their death is still in early days of investigation, so all of their things are being inspected.” Carlisle said, guilt in his eyes and sympathy. “You don’t have to worry, Carlisle. I wouldn’t want you to trouble yourself so. I appreciate the sentiment but it’s not your job.” Carlisle nodded. “However, i did get this.” Carlisle dug into his pocket and pulled out a phone. “It was at the scene but I took it before any services arrived.” “Their phone?” Alec tilted his head. “Phones are more advanced in the recent years. They can take photographs, play music, notes, messages, videos. I haven’t looked but I’m certain that a lot of their life is documented in here.” Alec gasped and was inches in front of Carlisle immediately, staring at the device in his hand. Carlisle dug into his other pocket. "This should charge it up. You’ll have to plug it in every now and then for the battery but other than that. It was the best I could do.” “This…” Alec swallowed. “This is more than I could have ever asked for. Thank you.” Carlisle smiled a sad smile and nodded. “Of course.” Carlisle held out the phone toward Alec and Alec could barely move to take it. The possibility that even a piece of you was left in the small device was gut wrenching but also releasing the most wonderful feeling of comfort and relief that just maybe he got to have a memory of you after all. 

Alec stared at the charging phone the whole time. When he had plugged it in, it had a ‘50%’ battery. Finally it hit '100%’ and he remembered which button Carlisle said turned it on. He pressed down on it and it vibrated in his fingertips. Unexpectedly, what he saw made Alec squeeze his eyes shut and cover his mouth, barely able to stifle the noise that escaped him. After a moment he opened his eyes. Your picture smiled back at him, your face angled  up slightly towards a light source with your eyes shut. The phone began to load each application and ran 'anti-virus checks’…whatever that meant. He vaguely remembered Carlisle telling him it was a touch screen. He didn’t really know what that meant either.  So he broke the phrase down and tapped the screen. Nothing. He quickly glided his finger across the screen and a box popped up on the screen asking for a password.

The password seemed to be four digits…that he didn’t know. The receptionist suggested your birthday or birth year. He tried both and hadn’t gotten anything. The receptionist hummed in thought. “Four digits you say?” Alec nodded. She sighed and her gaze passed Alec and drifted to her desk. Immediately she did a double take on Alec. “Let me see. I think I’ve got it.” Alec handed it over, peering around her. “What do you think it could be?” “Your name.” She answered. “But I can only type numbers?” Alec frowned. “Yes, so look, there’s tiny letters under the numbers. So if we spell your name then perhaps that’ll be it? I have a niece around your age, she does the same thing with the boys she falls head over heels for.” Alec said nothing but to his surprise it worked and the phone unlocked. 

Slowly things began to reboot, his thumb accidentally touching the screen to see your music playlist. He saw an arrow at the bottom left and tapped it bringing him back to the home screen. He tapped again and found your pictures. Alec’s jaw twisted slightly. There were many pictures of you, your friends, your family. None of him, Alec nor the Volturi allowed it. So his life with you was hidden. These pictures only showed the first half of your life. Although some wouldn’t open. Carlisle didn’t mention any damage so Alec wasn’t entirely sure what he was looking at. Suddenly, Alec no longer had access to your pictures and was taken back to the home screen. Instead he found your messages. 

He felt this was a bad idea. He was never one to pry. He trusted you and you trusted him, he felt as though he'd be breaking that trust. However he reminded himself of something very important. You were dead. The messages meant nothing now. Silently he tapped the icon and your messages appeared. 

His eyes were immediately caught by your mother's name. When he opened it he smiled. Your mother loved you to the end of the universe and she had no problem letting anyone know.  There were more family members with their own messages were just as casual- none of which expressed so much love as your mother's did. 

Then there were the Cullen's messages. He went through every last one of them and wasn't surprised by their contents. They were all the same. Disapproval for being with Alec. Edward especially seemed to be eager to pick arguments as the messages always grew heated quickly. Alec was glad that you defended yourself and seemed to disregard him and the rest of the Cullen's. That being said, it seemed as though these conversations didn't end on good terms. In fact, Alec remembered you saying that you were not friendly with the family before you...were gone.  Suddenly a tired sigh ran through his ears.  Alec looked up, no one was around. He grew uncertain as to whether he had sighed and not realised it but the sigh didn't sound like him.  Alec was quick to consider it his imagination, if not himself.  The messages could make him sigh, they were so exasperating.  All the messages in the phone had a contact name. All but one.  The messages from the number were brief and your responses gave the very strong impression that you were not friendly with this person. 

Marcus sat Alec down. “I know how you’re feeling.”  “Were you angry with Didyme?” Alec suddenly asked. Marcus was silent.  “I’m angry with (Y/N).” Alec admitted. “Why?” Marcus asked.  “Because they changed everything. They changed the impossibility of any decent humans. They weren’t decent- they were the best. They stayed long enough to change everything i thought i knew and then left. That means another human has hurt me and this hurt, it’s killing me. It kills me and i cant even hate them for it. i can’t bring myself to regret them, i cant bring myself to wish i had never met them because i would do this over and over again just to have a moment with them.”  “Alec,” Marcus said with a pained look. “I’m so sorry.”  “Master...is that really the only thing you can say to me right now?” Alec put his head in his hands. Marcus responded. “It’s the only response you’re ready for right now.”  “What?”  “Alec, you don’t want to hear that (Y/N)’s death isn’t your fault.” Marcus began.  “Because that’s the point!” Alec cried. “I did everything right! I did everything i could and they died anyway!”  “I know, and that’s why i’m sorry.” Marcus said.

Alec was laying on his bed, the phone in his fingers before he sat up sharply. There was an unknown number in the phone, all of the Cullen’s numbers were saved except Carlisle and Esme’s and Alec was told that Carlisle was the one who found you. None of the Cullen’s approved of your relationship with Alec, their relations with the Volturi strained but surely Carlisle wouldn’t have... Alec couldn’t finish the thought. A noise escaped Alec’s throat, dropping the phone in his lap, he slapped his hands over his mouth. Jane was by his side in moments. “Alec...?”  “Jane...” Alec managed out, his eyes pitch black. “tell me, they said, that Swan girl found Carlisle over (Y/N)’s body right? Right?” Alec asked as Jane wrapped an arm around him. “Yes, why?”  “He gave me the phone.” Alec whimpered.  “Alec...” Jane said quietly.  “He gave me the phone, the only thing left! He- he gave it to me when he didn’t have to and now i think i know why. He feels guilty!”  “For what?” Jane turned her brothers face, forcing him to look at her.  “The Cullen’s didn’t approve of (Y/N) and I. Our covens hadn’t forgiven each other. He...he killed them, Jane. He killed my (Y/N).” Jane was silent, watching her brother and Alec continued. “He wanted the human girl gone before she saw (Y/N). He was the first to find them and he gave me the phone, why would he do that? Why would he risk that if he didn’t feel guilty? We know him Jane, we know him. He feels guilt easily. Jane, he killed my (Y/N).” Jane pulled Alec into a hug as he sobbed although no tears would fall. Alec continued. “There’s an unknown number - his number wasn’t saved. (Y/N) was to meet the person in the woods and not tell anyone and Carlisle found them! It was Carlisle!”  “Alec...” Jane whispered. “We have to be certain. We need proof.”  “How?” He asked. “Stay here, alright? I know what to do. Give me the phone.” Alec struggled, unable to hand it over.  “I’ll give it back, I promise.” Jane took the phone from him gently. “Where’s the unknown number?” Alec showed her. “Stay here, okay? I’m going to check the number.”  “How?” Alec asked.  “Carlisle had called us before so we’ll have a record of his number. We’ll know if the number is a match.”  Jane explained before leaving.

Jane returned with the phone about twenty minutes later. “It’s not a match.” Alec stared at his sister. “It’s not?” Jane shook her head. “No. Whoever was communicating with (Y/N)...it wasn’t Carlisle.” 

Alec needed to spend some time alone in the woods and so he did, taking the phone with him. He propped his back against the tree, sitting on the forest floor, looking through the phone. A new picture had resurfaced, blurred green, grey and brown slanted lines. Another picture had nothing but brown and orange leaves, dirt and twigs. The last picture was of nothing, pitch black. However Alec discovered a video. One he hadn’t seen before. 

“I’ve to meet him here.” You said, the camera shaking and the forest floor cracking with every step you took. “I don’t know wh-” The video cut out momentarily.  “He called me, told me to come.” Your voice said as you put the hone down despite you lowering the phone to show brown, orange and green blurs from the forest floor.

The phone suddenly cut off, moving back to the home screen. However suddenly something wasn’t quite right. A number pad came up and to his shock, Alec watched as a number was typed in. One new number at a time, before the loud speaker was activated. The phone began to dial all by itself. Alec couldn’t look away, the same unknown number had been dialled in and the phone was now ringing without Alec touching it. Much to his horror, someone answered.  “Who in the hell is this?” A male voice said, a familiar one. Alec’s eyes darkened, he recognised the voice. His mouth twisted. This whole moment was so surreal, it never really hit him what he was hearing. Instead of him responding another familiar voice spoke for him.  “You can’t forget me yet!” The voice was distorted but undoubtedly and completely yours.  “W-what?” The man staggered.  “Do you remember my face!?” Your voice yelled.  “Got you.” Alec finally said and there was a pause.  “What?” The man responded. Alec responded out of a stiff jaw, seeing red. “I’m coming for you, Vladimir.” 

Jane moved to Alec’s side. “Are you prepared for this?” Jane asked, her hand resting on Alec’s shoulder.  “Yes, sister.” Alec nodded.  “We’ll get him, he won’t get away with this.” Jane promised him. “I’ll make him pay more than i ever have with anyone else.” Alec looked at his sister with a smile. “I’m counting on it, because I intend to make him pay for ever second. We’re going to enjoy this.”  “It’ll be fun and it’ll be for (Y/N).” Jane agreed.  “He’s not getting out of this alive. I wont stand for it.” Alec said.  “No one lays a hand on them without paying the price and no one hurts my brother.” Jane finished. Alec wrapped his arm around his sister before pressing a kiss to her cheek. 

Vladimir was met with Demetri and Felix first, then the twins, all four boxing him in. Jane grinned tossing Stefan’s head to the side.  “Saving the best for last.” Felix grinned maliciously.  “I told you, i’d find you.” Alec growled, his eyes darkening my the minute.  “But while we wait...” Jane smiled at Vladimir before he fell to the ground in agony. Screaming and wailing. Jane’s smile grew, her stare down at him piercing. Alec watched with eyes full of hate. “I want to rip him apart.” Alec finally said amidst Vladimir’s screams.  “We can’t- not until Aro gets here.” Demetri stated, watching Vladimir. Alec was quiet for a moment.  “Nevertheless...” Alec trailed off and in a matter of seconds he lunged grabbing Vladimir’s arm and bending it back in a horrific way it shouldn’t ever bend before completely ripping it off. Vladimir’s screams became more hysteric. Alec dropped the arm beside Vladimir and a few seconds later Aro, Marcus and Caius had arrived. 

“Jane...” Aro said lightly and Jane broke her stare looking to Aro.  “Master.” She acknowledged. Vladimir curled up slightly on the ground, groaning in pain but no longer under Jane’s control. Aro put a hand on Alec’s shoulder and nodding to him, silently asking Alec to trust him. Finally, Aro turned to Vladimir. “Well Vladimir, you’ve certainly gotten yourself into a lot of bother.” Vladimir chuckled amongst his groans of pain. “Good. That was the plan.”  “I hope you still think it’s worth it when you’re nothing but ashes. You understand we simply cannot let you live don’t you? The Volturi don’t give second chances.”  “You don’t scare me.” Vladimir said ruefully.  “What did you do to them?” Caius spoke up.  “To the human?” Vladimir laughed again before turning to Alec. “You want every little detail? You want to know why? Idiots. All of you.”  “Jane?” Caius turned to Jane but Vladimir interrupted.  “You took my mate from me. I want you to know the pain I've felt for a millennia. So when i heard the witch twin had grown attached to a human? The opportunity was too good. After some time and observations, i tracked them down and pin pointed them. When i found the human, I started sending messages. Of course they tried to figure out who i was through the process. Stupid human thought it was one of the Cullens.”  “What did you do to them?” Caius pressed. Vladimir turned to Alec. “I told them to meet me in the woods, telling them i’d reveal who i was.” 

Vladimir was approaching behind you quickly, watching as you put your phone back in your pocket. You barely got the time to turn when a twig snapped behind you before you were kicked to the ground the phone falling out of your pocket and landing among the fallen leaves. It lit up for a moment before turning black. You yelped and Vladimir grabbed you, rolling you over and pinning you down. You screamed and tried to struggle and get him off but to no use. Vladimir grinned pinning your arms down.  You looked terrified. You didn’t know who he was as you were scared for your life.  “Nothing personal, little human. I have to teach your little boyfriend a lesson.” Vladimir knew how he would kill you, it wouldn’t be quick. “It’ll all be over soon, trust me.” 

Confusion along with terror clouded your eyes and Vladimir suddenly wrapped his hands around your neck and squeezed. You gasped, beating at his arms and trying to claw his hands away from your neck but to no use, he was a vampire and significantly stronger. You couldn’t do anything.  “You’ll be found little one. I promise.” Vladimir smiled down at you as panic set in. Your legs kicked under him but to no avail. Your hands failed in attempt to grab anything on the ground. Your outstretched hands brushing against your phone but only nudging it further away. You clawed at Vladimir once more before noticing you were growing weak. Your struggling became weaker and more like twitching. 

Vladimir couldn’t help but smile. “Damn, did it feel good seeing the light fade from their eyes. Now you know what it’s like-” Alec lunged with a scream. Demetri grabbed Alec hauling him back as Alec screamed over and over again. Jane hurried to her brother, trying to get through to him. Alec didn’t respond continuing to scream, his eyes black and full of rage and agony. He couldn’t handle it, knowing the agony you must have endured for minutes. The torture it must have been to struggle to breathe. He couldn’t forgive, he couldn't contain himself. He couldn't say anything and instead could only scream. 

Bella was immediately thrown off to see the Volturi in the Cullen’s sitting room. Edward urged her to sit down. Bella eyed Alec, Aro, Marcus and Caius on the opposite couch. Alec’s eyes never leaving the floor whilst she had the leaders gaze’s boring into her. Edward sat down beside Bella, taking her hand. “It’s been... what’s happening?” Bella finally asked. “The Volturi...Alec figured out how (Y/N) died.” Edward said gently. Bella stared at him and Edward continued. “A long time enemy of the Volturi is the Romanian coven. There is a man in that coven called Vladimir. Bella, Vladimir killed (Y/N).” Bella was still for a moment before shaking her head. “No...no that cant be right. They- they’d never hurt anybody. Why would they be killed? How did they die?”  “(Y/N) was killed as an act of revenge, to hurt Alec. He didn’t have any interest for their blood which is why their wasn’t any wounds but the bruising suggests that...(Y/N) was strangled.” Edward explained. “I didn’t see any bruises- no! No they just- they just stopped breathing! It happens! I didn’t see any-” Bella shook her head. “Bella, the bruises are there, they’re even more prominent after...” Edward trailed off. 

Bella suddenly leapt out of her seat, staggering back under her back hit the wall. Edward immediately reached for her as she doubled over, gagging as she did so.  “It’s okay.” Edward rubbed her back as she covered her face.  “It can’t be. Not (Y/N). Not (Y/N).” Bella shook her head.  “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Edward pulled her in.  “No...” Bella sobbed into his shoulder. 

Emmett, Jasper, Felix and Demetri created a bonfire where you body was found. The Volturi and the Cullen’s gathering together to pay their respects and final farewell that night. 

Alec looked down at the flames of the bonfire, the Cullen’s and the Volturi surrounding it. The final goodbye to you. Alec slowly pulled the phone out of his pocket, hearing a beep. He unlocked the phone seeing a small ‘1′ highlighted in the notes app. He opened it to see one had been made only seconds ago. He opened it and swallowed.  ‘Set me free.’ It said. 

Suddenly an urge over took Alec, telling him what he had to do. He tossed the phone into the bonfire.  Sap from the branches snapped and spat slightly but as he looked up, he was met with your gaze directly across from him. You smiled at him, the breeze flowing through your hair and he stared in disbelief. Alec looked around to see if anyone else could see you but they didn’t seem to notice you. When he shifted his eyes back to where you once stood he found you were gone. He exhaled feeling you were finally at peace and since you were, he could be too. Marcus moved to Alec’s side and Alec nodded, silently assuring Marcus he was okay.

[homeformyheart]

the perfect gift (part 1) - noah harris x mc (mtfl)

author’s note: the idea of noah of hearing how proud his dad is of him and how important emma is to him just came to me randomly in the car and it’s the fastest fic i’ve ever written (~5 hours)! this is considered a sequel/follow-up to first choice and takes place about 3 years after. noah’s roommate “sean” is “sean gayle” from endless summer 😊.

copyright: all characters owned by pixelberry studios. series/pairing: my two first loves - noah harris x mc (emma price) rating/warnings: 18+; swearing, descriptions of drinking, smoking; smut will come in part 2 word count: 3k based on/prompt: gift for day 14 of choices september challenge summary: emma spent months carefully planning noah’s 21st birthday gift and drove up to surprise him at hartfeld for the weekend, but things go south after a big fight makes them both reevaluate their relationship after three years together. 

read first choice to learn how they got together in the first place.

the perfect gift (part 1)

emma locked the car, put the keys in the ignition, and turned on the radio. she rested her forehead on her hands that were gripping the steering wheel as the fight replayed itself in her mind and she heard noah’s hurtful words on repeat. she closed her eyes and let the tears fall, her body shaking with sobs.

emma walked down the hallway toward her boyfriend’s apartment with a spring in her step, a large package hidden in a shopping bag swinging with each step. it was the last suite on the floor but even halfway there she could hear loud music blasting from inside. she wasn’t aware they were having a party, but she figured she would still be able to surprise noah for his birthday. she spent months putting together the perfect gift for him and was excited to give it to him. she felt a slight twinge of guilt for lying to him about not being able to visit this weekend and blowing off his texts and phone calls today but only so she didn’t accidentally let her plans slip.

she knocked on the door and one of his roommates greeted her before pointing toward the balcony. the apartment was packed and already reeked of both beer and fruit juice, half full cans and empty plastic cups littered almost every available surface, including the beer pong table set up near the balcony. she used the key noah gave her at the beginning of the year to drop off the shopping bag with his present in his room, locking the door behind her before going to find him. he was standing over the railing with his back to the balcony door, but emma easily recognized the leather jacket and bounced excitedly over.

she stood on her tiptoes to put her hands over his eyes and said excitedly, “guess who?”

instead of guessing, noah pulled her hands down and turned around. “you didn’t tell me you were coming. i thought you were busy today,” he said, his voice neutral and his face stoic.

“i wanted to surprise you for your birthday! come on, don’t look too happy to see me,” she teased, nudging him playfully.

noah didn’t even smile. the excitement emma felt up to that point quickly changed to a combination of dread and worry. “what’s wrong, babe?”

“i thought you had better things to do than spend your weekends driving 8 hours roundtrip to spend a day and a half here? you shouldn’t have come,” he said, looking away and chugging down the rest of the beer in his hand.

emma finally noticed how dilated his pupils were and the smell of beer and whiskey radiating off him. noah never got this drunk, especially before they had a chance to talk on the phone to say goodnight. she couldn’t help but wonder if he got drunk because she blew him off today after telling him she wouldn’t be visiting.

“i thought you’d be happy to see me. you know the best parts of my week are when i get to spend time with you. i was hoping to surprise you for birthday and I have the most amazing gift for you!” emma said carefully, trying to keep the mood light.

noah didn’t respond right away, taking out a cigarette and lighting it first. emma frowned; noah knew she hated it when he smoked and he had promised her he wouldn’t make a habit of it and that he wouldn’t smoke in front of her. something was definitely wrong.

she crossed her arms over her chest. “what is going on with you?”

“you want to know what’s going on? here’s what’s going on – you’re wasting your time with me. there is no point in being in a long-distance relationship where we see each other once or twice a month if we’re lucky and we’re both pursuing potential careers that will make it so we see each other even less,” noah spat out angrily, turning away to take a long drag of his cigarette before continuing.

“what kind of loser spends their time in college driving 400 miles roundtrip to spend time with a deadbeat? you should be making friends and having the time of your life, maybe even dating someone who can better provide for you. you deserve so much more. why are you wasting your time with me?” noah turned back toward her, his eyes blazing with anger.

tears started to fill emma’s eyes. she had no idea what triggered noah’s outburst but knew she couldn’t have a rational conversation with him while he was drunk. “i’ve never felt like i was wasting my time with you. every moment we have makes me so happy i feel like i must be dreaming! i don’t know what is really bothering you that you’re lashing out like this, noah, but you’re drunk. let’s go to bed and talk tomorrow when you’re sober.”

“no, emma,” noah took a final drag and threw the cigarette on the floor, putting it out with his foot. “i don’t think we should talk tomorrow. i think you should go back. i’m sorry you wasted your time driving down here.”

emma watched the sparks disappear from the cigarette before responding, her voice barely louder than the noise from the party inside, “you don’t mean that. if i leave, you’re telling me our three-year relationship is over.”

she gave him a longing look, willing him to apologize and take back what he said. he looked back at her and emma saw only a glimpse of the sweet and sensitive noah she fell in love with three years ago. the noah in front of her looked at her with a broken and haunted look in his eyes. a split-second later, his gaze hardened and he shrugged.

emma had made her way out of the apartment as fast as she could and ran to her car. she was still sobbing uncontrollably 20 minutes later but at least her body wasn’t shaking as much. she was wracking her brain, thinking back to the last few months to see if she could figure out where and when things went wrong. they did feel a bit more distant as football, midterms, and applying for internships kept them preoccupied but emma didn’t think it was a problem; they were still able to see each other at least once a month and they talked daily. they had similar fights and conversations during freshman and sophomore year, when insecurities about making a long-distance relationship work and trusting each other were more prominent. but after making it through all that, emma thought they were stronger than ever.

she grabbed tissues from her glovebox and cleaned herself up. she leaned back against the seat, closed her eyes, and tried to take deep breaths to calm herself down. everything he had said felt like a dagger to her heart but what hurt the most was the way he exploded at her. he was always really good about bringing up his insecurities about their long-distance relationship and his concern for the toll it might take on her in a productive way. they agreed they wouldn’t push each other away but talk through any problems calmly like adults. and he did the exact opposite.

it was already late when she arrived at hartfeld and it would be really late by the time she got back to her own dorm. but going back to noah’s apartment was out of the question. she debated whether she should stay in the parking lot a little longer on the off chance that noah would come to his senses and come after her, however small a chance that was. she was rational enough to know that it likely wouldn’t happen given how drunk he was, and the later she stayed, the more tired and emotional she would be during the drive back, and she didn’t want to risk getting into an accident. she took one last look at the lack of new messages on her phone, lingering on the photo of her and noah at the beach as her wallpaper before turning the key in the ignition.

* * * * * noah groaned at the bright sunlight streaming through the window of his room. his head was pounding and his body felt like he had lost a boxing match outdoors in 90-degree heat. he struggled to open his eyes and immediately regretted it when the sunlight nearly blinded him and seemed to amplify his headache. he couldn’t remember the last time he had been this hungover. certainly not since before he and emma became serious. oh god, emma.

he bolted upright in his bed, wincing at the sharp pain in his head and tried to rapidly blink away the dizziness he felt. he chugged the pedialyte and took the ibuprofen that was on his bedside table and forced himself to look around the room for his phone. the battery was dead. just great, he thought, plugging it quickly into the charger. he slowly stood up, trying to keep his nausea at bay, and grabbed his shower caddy. it surprised him how handy it was, especially considering he shared a bathroom with two other people, and couldn’t help but smile as he remembered how cute emma was when she was explaining why it was important for him to have his own caddy while they were picking out things he’d need for the apartment at uskea before school started.

he could feel the ibuprofen working to alleviate some of his headache, but knew he’d need to eat something too. noah stood still under the shower, letting the hot water run over his hair and face and down his body for a few minutes, trying to collect his thoughts and remember the events from last night. bits and pieces kept coming back to him while he got dressed and made himself a sandwich but he still wasn’t sure if what he remembered had actually happened or if he was replaying the “what if” scenarios about why it felt like emma was distancing herself from him. these scenarios had been going through his mind before the party and was the primary driver for how drunk he got.

“look who’s finally up after his crazy birthday rager! happy birthday! how you feelin’ man?” his roommate and football teammate sean came over and gave him a hard slap on the back.

noah flinched and swallowed before answering, “like crap. i’d forgotten what it felt like to be hungover.”

“i’m sure emma’ll take good care of you. is she up yet?” sean asked, turning away to set up the coffee maker.

noah felt his stomach drop. “emma? she told me she couldn’t come this weekend, too much stuff to do,” he replied apprehensively. please let it just have been a dream, he begged inwardly as he held his breath waiting for sean’s reaction.

sean gave him a quizzical look. “she was definitely here last night. i let her into the apartment and told her where you were hanging out on the balcony. she even had a present with her. maybe she stepped out before you woke up?”

that meant the nightmare fight he had with emma wasn’t a dream. shit. he heard her voice in his head say, “if i leave, you’re telling me our three-year relationship is over” and everything came flooding back to him. “no, no, no, crap! i think i fucked up last night. i need to call her.”

noah closed the door to his room behind him and picked up his phone. he saw that he had a single, new text message from emma timestamped at 1pm, two hours before he got up:

[emma: happy birthday]

his thumb hovered over the picture of her smiling face he used as her contact photo in his phone. maybe i’m misremembering, maybe if i explain i was so drunk i don’t even remember what i said she’ll forgive me. he dialed her number and held his breath as he waited for the familiar dialing sound to start, but it didn’t. instead he heard her automated voicemail and hung up. he tried to send a text but it was clear that she had blocked his number. he put his head in his hands and let the tears he felt prickling behind his eyes fall silently. what have i done?

after a few minutes, he wiped his tears and looked around his room. he saw what was probably the present sean mentioned and picked it up off the floor. the box was at least as wide as his laptop and maybe just as heavy, wrapped perfectly in bright pink, sparkly wrapping paper. noah chuckled softly; emma always did like trying to embarrass him. he unwrapped the paper carefully, folding it neatly and tucking it away in his bedside drawer before opening the box to reveal a beautiful leather-bound scrapbook, a card, and an envelope. he picked up the envelope first, since it seemed out of place, carefully cutting through the seal on the envelope and unfolding the letter inside.

[dear emma,

i’m sorry for the delay in writing back to you. thank you for the beautiful scrapbook you sent. i was so overwhelmed and grateful to you for reaching out and ashamed that i wasn’t enough of a man to write to my own son. not a day goes by that i don’t think about him and his siblings and it’s wonderful to see and hear about how well he’s doing. it’s clear that you care very much for him and that he must be someone special to you.

please tell him how proud i am of the man he’s become. despite having a deadbeat father who can’t hold down a job and needs alcohol to numb the pain, noah has really done well for himself. i am so proud of him – seeing those photos of him playing football in high school and college and those of the two of you together made me really happy.

one day i hope to be worthy to be in his life again, but until then, thank you again for bringing joy back into my life and showing me what a wonderful man my son has become. if it isn’t too much trouble, i have also included a photo that i would like you to give to him – it’s one of my favorite memories of him as a kid. i hope he treats you as the treasure you are and keeps you close. it’s special and rare to have that kind of love and support in your life and you both mustn’t take it for granted.

i move frequently due to work so please do not send anything else to this address.]

it was signed with his father’s signature. noah blinked rapidly a few times to make sure he wasn’t seeing things. even though the letter was addressed to emma, noah understood the message was intended for him. he pulled the photo out of the envelope and his eyes widened with recognition. his dad had taken him to a boxing gym and taught him how to wrap his hands and the photo was of them sparring after. given how harsh his dad was when he was a kid, noah was surprised that he would hold on to a photo like this. he opened the card next.

[hiiii babe~

noah traced her familiar handwriting with his finger. emma drew little hearts instead of the dot on top of the letter “i”; it was a habit she kept since high school for when she wrote him letters and notes after he told her once that he thought it was cute.

i can’t believe you’re turning 21! you’re practically an old man 😉 kidding! not a day goes by where i don’t miss your sexy, brooding face and your cute butt. your personality too, I guess ;P. i hope you get everything you wanted today because you deserve all of it and more! you’re the best boyfriend a girl could ask for (and even after 3 years together, i still can’t believe i’m your first choice) and i can’t wait to celebrate with you!

i love you with all my heart <3

your first choice, emma

p.s. there are two parts to your present! the first is a scrapbook with photos of my favorite memories of us and the second is a letter i got from your dad (please don’t be mad). it took me a while to track him down, but i did and sent a similar scrapbook to him too. i wasn’t sure if he would respond to me, but he did and i wanted to share what he said with you.

p.p.s. i love you!]

noah froze and re-read emma’s card. she sent her dad a scrapbook? to say he was stunned was an understatement. he wasn’t sure how to feel about hearing from his dad for the first time in over a decade but he definitely wouldn’t have been mad at emma. in fact, he felt the opposite – overwhelmed with love for the amazing woman whose kind and honest heart continued to surprise him even after three years together.

he opened the scrapbook and found page after page of pictures emma had taken throughout their relationship, with handwritten captions and little sticker notes all over the pages. he felt a lump form in his throat and his eyes sting as he looked at the photos of her smiling face and the selfies they had taken on various dates. how could he have pushed her away like that last night? he quickly repacked the box and put it inside his backpack, which always had a weekends’ worth of essentials. he grabbed his keys, wallet, and phone before heading out to where his motorcycle was parked. he still felt like crap but it didn’t matter, he needed to apologize in person and prove to emma that she was still his first choice. he only hoped she would be able to forgive him.

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