#don't get me started on why the hot cereal isn't with the rest of the cereal

[rainbow-arrow]

some news: i survived

some other news: people really don’t expect the salt to be with the other spices

[pricescigar]

Sickness

Summary: Elvira caught the flu one winters day, Perseus and the agents would do anything to make her feel better

GIF ISN'T MINE, BELONGS TO: collinmckinley

Elvira felt the discomfort in her body, how her body ached and all the muscle pains that came with it. She hated it, and always will. Though there was still the fear in her to tell Perseus that everything in her body was hurting, she knew well enough that she was comfortable here in Russia. Especially under Perseus' care, and he assured her that no harm would come her way. And that he would always take care of her too. However, she still felt scared to even tell anything at times. As her father would always say to her.

"Suck it up." 

Perseus soon knocked on Elvira's door, before he would enter the room and he looked towards her smiling. "Good morning Elvira, did you sleep well?" He asked her, though when he walked closer towards her. He noticed the disc pour on her face, she was quite pale… "What's wrong Elvira? Are you not feeling well?" He pressed his hand against her head to feel her temperature, it was quite hot too.

"I don't feel well папа…" Elvira said to him and rubbed her eyes, her free hand was holding onto her bear Smokey.

"I can tell your temperature is hot… Does anything else hurt?" Perseus asked her, now he was starting to get worried.

"My body… And my nose feels all stuffy, my chest hurts too when I cough…" Elvira explained to Perseus.

"Oh Elvira… Why didn't you tell me sooner…" Perseus sighed softly, even if it could be a simple cold or the flu. He was still very worried.

"I don't know but I'm sorry…" Elvira spoke softly, going into Perseus arms. And he gladly picked her up into his arms holding her close to him. 

"You don't need to apologise Elvira, I will call a doctor ok? For now, I'll make sure you get something to eat… And rest too alright?" Perseus replied to her, to which Elvira nodded and stayed in his arms.

Perseus took her to the Kitchen in the safehouse, and set her down on to the chair where he would begin to make breakfast for her. It was simple and basic like cereal, with orange juice. He also left an apple aside for her to get the nutrition she needed too. He let Elvira eat, before he went over to the phone to call the doctor.

"Oh so it's just the flu?" Perseus was washed with relief, it wasn't anything serious. Which was a good thing, though old remedies and medicine would do Elvira just fine. And would make a speedy recovery too.

"Da. Just the flu, so she needs to rest for a week. And keep a close eye on her, just in case any of her symptoms worsen. Please take her to the hospital." The doctor strictly advised.

"Of course, spasiba for your help doctor. I appreciate it." Perseus replied and ended the phone call, his attention focused back onto Elvira who had just finished eating her breakfast. And ate most of the apple too, it was better than nothing. "How are you feeling now Elvira?" He asked, walking back over to the table.

"I'm ok… Am I allowed to watch TV?" Elvira asked softly, holding onto Smokey, of course Perseus could let her do anything she wanted. And always said yes, and of course saying no when necessary. He would do anything to make her feel better, even watching those little cartoons.

"Of course you can, and I will watch them too with you. You can choose whatever you want, how does that sound?" Perseus smiled at her.

"Ja! I'll go choose one now!" Elvira smiled and got out of her seat, making sure she tucked it in first. Before leaving to find the cassette tapes, to put it into the TV.  

Perseus chuckled softly, he easily knew what cartoon she was going to choose at the back of his mind. He cleaned up from the breakfast, it was no problem to him. Elvira was still a kid after all, he'd rather let her have fun than doing chores all the time. Then she previously did, it took him a while to get Elvira used to things again… The things a child should do. 

Elvira found where they kept the Cassette tapes, and picked out her favourite cartoon; Крокодил Гена (Gena The Crocodile) The cartoon was only 19 minutes and 24 seconds, but Elvira played this tape continuously. Surprisingly, it didn't even break yet. She saw Perseus walk into the room and showed him the Cassette tape.

"Let me guess… Крокодил Гена?" Perseus said with a smile, and Elvira nodded in excitement. It made him chuckle, and so he put the tape into the TV for her. He made sure she settled down first, before playing it. He also put a blanket around her, so she could be all warm.

Elvira happily watched the cartoon, she loved Крокодил Гена and Винни-Пух. Винни-Пух was her second favourite as well. (Winnie-The-Pooh) After the cartoon had ended, she was beginning to get tired.

"You're tired Elvira… Why don't you sleep a little? I can wake you up when it's lunch time." Perseus said to her, wrapping the blanket around her body.

"Nein… I want to watch Винни-Пух as well…" Elvira spoke softly, rubbing her eyes practically fighting to stay awake. She always became stubborn whenever it came to sleeping; Bedtime or even a small nap. 

"But you can watch Винни-Пух after, ok? Try to take a little nap…" Perseus said to her, Elvira nodded laying down on the sofa. Perseus tucked her in with the blanket, ensuring she was warm and her little bear Smokey too. 

Perseus smiled seeing her settled down before cautiously getting up from the sofa. The downside of this… Since Elvira got used to playing with him, and the other members. If she hears any other footsteps, immediately she would wake up and somehow have more energy than ever.

Naga was currently searching for Perseus, he couldn't find him in his office where he usually was half the time. Eventually searching into the living room. He finally saw Perseus, unaware that Elvira was asleep on the sofa.

"Hey boss-" Naga tried to speak but was quickly hushed by Perseus, who was given a confused look and raised an eyebrow. "What?" This time he whispered to Perseus.

"Elvira is asleep, she has the flu… I just managed to get her to nap a little." Perseus spoke to him in a soft manner. 

"Oh really? I didn't know … I can make her some soup if that would help?" Naga offered, he was actually quite good at cooking. And his cuisines are truly the best, especially his feu soup.

"That would help, I appreciate it, Naga. Spasiba." Perseus replied, him and Naga then walked out of the living room to go into the kitchen.

Knight was searching for Perseus, where the hell could he be? Usually he would be in his office, but for once he wasn't there. And finding Nags and Perseus he immediately went towards them; Knight had always been vocal, especially getting his point across. "Hey! Perseus! I've been-"

Perseus and Naga immediately hushed him, which confused Knight. And also pissed him off a little, his eyebrows narrowed and glared at them. "Hey why are you shushing me?" 

"Because Elvira is asleep you idiot!" Naga said in a hushed manner, and Knight looked into Elvira who was asleep in the sofa; But considering he was far too loud for his own good, Elvira slowly woke up rubbing her eyes looking around for Perseus rubbing her eyes.

"папа?" Elvira's voice can be heard, Perseus wasn't too happy that Knight woke up Elvira. He easily gave him a displeased look, before walking back into the living room to check on Elvira.

"I'm here Elvira, are you alright?" Perseus asked her, he checked her temperature again. It was still a little hot, but it wasn't as bad as it was earlier in the morning.

"Ja I'm ok… Can I watch Винни-Пух now?" Elvira asked him, and of course her waking up and somehow having more energy than ever doesn't work out so well.

"You haven't even been asleep for 5 minutes Elvira, having rest when you're sick is important… I know it's difficult." Perseus said to her, sometimes it had been a little hard trying to keep up with her energy. However, he had his ways.

"Hm… I don't want to…" Elvira was becoming a little stubborn about it, and it was all too clear. But Perseus had an idea, a story wouldn't hurt. And so he would tell her a story, while Knight and Naga were in the kitchen.

"I'm sorry I didn't even know she was asleep, damn… But is she alright? Because flu and all…" Knight asked.

"She'll be fine, don't worry… Just help me make Feu." Naga replied, shaking his head, Knight obliged and began helping him. Perseus in the end managed to get Elvira to sleep, Naga prepared the soup and it was soon ready.  Everyone gathered into the kitchen, Elvira was woken up from her nap, smelled the delicious food and happily it ate too. 

"Can I watch Винни-Пух after lunch?" Elvira asked Perseus as she ate her soup, Naga's soup was Elvira's favourite. And it always made her feel better as well.

"Da of course you can." Perseus said with a smile, and seeing Elvira smile made him happy too. Lunch went well, and everyone cleaned up. She got the cassette tape of Винни-Пух, and went back on the sofa to put it on. Perseus again stayed in the living room either her, and of course. It didn't take her too long to fall asleep again. Cartoons always did the trick. 

[charliedawn]

Can the slashers please react to the head nurse that is albino?

I love your nurse au :)

Author : "I thought it would be a good idea to merge two requests into one, an albino with purple eyes. Because, I think it would look amazing. 😍💜 Also someone asked the reaction of Five if you were the daughter/son of the Handler ? I added that to Five's answer, as the slashers haven't met the Handler, so they won't really have any reaction..😅😂"

You normally dye your hair, wear makeup and contact lenses to hide the fact that you're an albino, but today, you are all out of dye and makeup, so you decide to get out with your natural appearance.

Freddy was minding his own business— eating his cereals peacefully—when you came in. His jaw went slack and milk started pouring out of his mouth back into his bowl.

He then thought you were a new nurse, so naturally, he started hitting on you.

"Well, isn't that a sight for sore eyes ?! You're like a dream come true, sweetheart ! What's your name ?"

You sighed in slight annoyance before pouring yourself a glass of (f/d) and replying.

"Stop messing around Freddy. It's me. Nurse Y/N."

Freddy's eyes bulged out at the news and he couldn't believe it for a few seconds before recognizing your voice.

"Well, sh*t ! You just gave sexy a whole new meaning in my dictionary ! You're f*cking hot, in a very ghost-like apparition kind of sexy !"

You rolled your eyes at the comparison, but still smiled at the compliment.

"Thanks, Freddy. Anything else you want to add before I get to work ? Better make it quick, because I'll only allow you to make one more comment before I get back to my dye and contact lenses.."

Freddy seemed about to complain, but decided to sigh instead before suddenly standing closer to you and smirking down at you.

"One thing. Don't attach your hair, it spoils the fun.."

You didn't understand until Freddy grabbed your hair band and put it inside his pocket before walking away. You blushed and, as requested, let your hair down for the rest of the day.

When night came, you were awaken by noises coming from your bathroom. You stood up and tiptoed to the door, taking a glance inside. You were surprised to see Freddy inside, his arms filled with all of your hair products and even your contact lenses..He then threw them out the window.

You screamed and barged in to look out the window to find all of your brand new products floating away.

Your turned around, angry at Freddy and screamed.

"Why the Hell did you do that ?! Those are expensive !"

Freddy only smiled and shrugged.

"You're gorgeous and I'm not ready to give up on the perfect picture in front of me just yet."

As if on cue, he got out his phone and took a photo of you before sprinting away.

Too tired to chase after him, you laid down on your bed and fell asleep, thinking of all the ways you were gonna make him pay for this.

Pennywise didn't understand when he saw you looking at yourself the next day with a small frown of disapproval on your face, trying to hide yourself behind sunglasses and a hoodie.

"Wait..That's what you were so insecure about ? I knew women and men who would have killed to have your complexion."

He wasn't joking. He knew some people who would indeed have literally killed for your complexion, this is why he wasn't so surprised.

He already saw some albinos before (ate some) and never found them repulsive or reacted like some of the humans that would kill them by fire on sight.

He had never seen them as anything else than humans; things to eat and discard of..But then, why did his heart ache every time he saw your white hair floating in the air behind you like angel wings' feathers ? Why did he feel as if he could drown in you bright purple eyes ?

He shook his head to chase the dangerous thoughts out of his head..

He promised himself not to interfere when he saw some of the other "normal" patients make fun of you..He also promised himself he wouldn't interfere with Penny, but it doesn't mean he did now, did he ? Pennywise never was one to follow his own advice and the type that often broke promises. What would one more do ?

He growled at the people who were making fun of you and, little by little, took back his clown form to glare at them. The patients, scared beyond anything, ran away.

He then stood up again and walked away, fearing that if he were to turn around ? He would see something else than fear or disgust in your eyes..He was fine with pain, pain made him laugh..He had to get out.

However, he stopped dead in his tracks when he felt a pair of arms encircling his waist from behind.

"Thank you.."

You whispered and he huffed a laugh. Yeah..He really wasn't a good pretender now, was he ?

"Yeah..No problem."

He turned around to stare at your purple eyes and smiled genuinely before gently pulling a strand of your snow-white hair behind your ear.

"You're making me soft, sweetheart..Ain't good. I hope that you know that, right ? It ain't good for the both of us.."

You frowned in incomprehension until he leaned forward, just as if he was about to kiss you and you closed your eyes.

But, the contact never came and when you opened your eyes, he was gone..

Somewhere in the hospital, you could have sworn you heard his iconic laugh echoing through the walls. You blushed and shook your head before walking away, the light blush on your cheeks the only proof of what just happened.

You smiled to yourself and couldn't hold back the small laugh which bubbled in your chest and felt more painful than genuine laughter.

Maybe..Pennywise had infected you with something ?

Penny already knew. He could smell the products and made such a face the first time he saw you that you had wondered if you smelled that bad ?

But, Penny quickly explained that his sense of smell was extremely developed, even more than his brother. He could smell a person's scent coming his way at miles away.

Penny automatically knew what you were hiding, but didn't betray your secret or searched to learn more about it, even though he was curious.

When he saw you, the change was such that it took him a while to get used to it. He knew about the hair, but the eyes ? He didn't know they were so..beautiful.

Penny then spent the rest of the day following you..until he was tired of not having you to himself.

He sat down and then wrapped his arms around you to trap you there, just so he could bury his nose in your hair and take a big inhale of your scent and open his eyes to look down at your bright purple eyes opened wide in surprise and curiosity.

He couldn't help it..You were just so cute like this..

When you tried to get out of his hold, he growled and even threatened to bite anyone who would try to help you.

"You smell like pop corn and cotton candy..I could just eat you up !" *high-pitched giggle*

Penny was only joking of course..but that didn't stop him from leaving little love bites on your shoulders and neck.

Now, you could consider it as a romantic gesture, but honestly ? Penny is very close to an animal. He bites to show he appreciates someone.

Pennywise : "He bit me more times than I can count ! And, the little f*cker even did it while I was asleep, so I woke up covered in saliva and parts of myself missing ! I swear, the boy got teeth !"

Penny *giggles and smiles proudly*

Penny never got close enough to anyone else to do that to somebody else though. But, that changed when he met the slashers..

Freddy *wakes up to find a huge bite mark on his arm* : "WHAT THE F*CK ?! WHO F*CKING BIT ME ?! (not that I mind..but I would prefer to be awake next time..)"

Five *getting out a gun as soon as he sees Penny standing in his bedroom* : "F*ck off.."

Jason *oblivious until he sees himself in the mirror and shrugs at the bite marks before brushing his teeth*

Brahms *smiles until he feels something gnawing his leg and wakes up to see Penny* : ".....NURSE Y/N !"

So..this is when Penny saw your new look and decided to go after a new target. Yup. He's not going to let go any time soon..

"You're..beautiful."

The words were out before he could truly register them. He couldn't help himself.

An angel appeared to him, and he could only marvel at the sight.

Brahms then took your hand in his delicately, as if it were a very fragile flower and cried. He never saw someone so beautiful in his entire life..

He would be the sweetest with you and treat you as if you are the most fragile little porcelain doll he's ever touched.

He would also ask Barry to get you some doll clothes and have fun playing dress-up with you all day.

He would also sleep with you and treat you with extra care.

He would be very protective of you, not wanting anyone to play with his doll.

Brahms *squeezes you possessively when he sees Freddy flashing you a flirty grin* "Back off.."

The look he gave Freddy was enough to make him turn around and leave.

He then nuzzled your neck and whispered.

"Please, never leave me, angel.."

"You make me think of the white rabbits that used to hide in the snow in the backyard back home.."

Jason used to take long strokes in the woods near the lake to hunt and look for the white rabbits that are known to be good luck. He even catched one once, but let it go. His father used to say that they are the spirits of the forest and that killing one would make the forest angry.

He looked at your hair and smiled with melancholy before gently stroking your hair and talked to himself while staring at the smooth white strands/curls.

"You look just like a spirit..A very pretty spirit.."

He then took you by surprise when he lead you outside and ran to the nearby forest.

You didn't understand his intents until he smiled almost mischievously at you and let go of your hand, taking a couple steps back.

"Are you familiar with the game tag, Y/N ?"

You nodded nervously before feeling as if you were being watched, suddenly noticing the other slashers hiding behind the trees.

"You remember when I said white rabbits bring good luck ? Well..We are a bit bored and would like you to give us a good chase..We heard that you had done the same with Norman when you were little, and the snow will give you an advantage. So, what do you say ? Do you wanna play ?"

The way he smiled at you seemed almost wolfish and made you shiver, but you smiled back, filled with determination, and nodded before turning around and starting running.

You felt the cold wind hitting your face, but didn't have the time to think about the cold weather, knowing that there were just behind you.

You could even hear their heavy breathing at every corner.

They may not have their powers anymore, but that didn't mean the slashers were not still pretty talented trackers.

They had experience, while you had your surroundings as your only ally. And that made the hunt all the more exciting..

"Can I..comb your hair ? I know, it's a weird request but..I would really love to. It's just..you look like an angel.."

Arthur loved the color of your hair and smiled as he carefully comb them and braided them, only to start again.

He knew he shouldn't monopolize your time, but just feeling the softness of your hair was enough to soothe him.

You knew that he liked it, so you tried not to complain. If he wanted to braid your hair a thousand times ? Who were you to stop him ? To see that happy smile on his face ?

It was worth it.

He suddenly turned you around and you both stared at each other.

He was hypnotized by your beautiful purple eyes and his bright green eyes seemed to have the same effect on you.

There were no words exchanged. You just continued to stare at each other until Arthur finally leaned towards you.

For a moment, you thought he was going to kiss you, but he only took the mirror on his nightstand to show you his final work.

You smiled at the two braids almost forming a crown above your head.

"It's very pretty. Thank you."

You lightly caressed the elaborate hair crown with the tip of your fingers and, when you turned to thank him: the words stayed stuck in your throat.

He was so close now..Too close. You blushed and Arthur smirked knowingly, as if he could read your mind.

"I'm glad that you're not something my mind created..Apparitions don't blush. And, apparitions aren't as warm as you are.."

He put his hand on your cheek and felt the heat. He smiled again before whispering.

"You look far better like this. Don't hide it from me ever again..Please ?"

The way uttered that last word made you weak in the knees and you nodded vividly before quickly getting up.

"I..I will do that ! Now, if you'll excuse me, I got work to do !"

Arthur saw you walk out of the room rapidly and huffed a laugh.

"Cute.."

"Wow..You're soooo pretty !"

Hedwig would love your new look. He is an easily impressed kid.

He wouldn't treat you any differently..You're still his friend.

However, Barry....

Barry *squeals and makes sure to take you all in* : "YOU'RE SO D*MN CUTE ! I neeeeeed to get you a new wardrobe !"

You : "But..You bought me clothes yesterday ?"

Barry : "I DIDN'T KNOW THAT YOU WERE AN ALBINO YESTERDAY NOW, DID I ?!"

You can't fight it, you're going shopping that you want to or not.

Barry gets you to try everything in the shop and you apologize for the poor people who are running left and right to satisfy Barry.

He is sweet with them of course and succeeds in making them bend to his every whim..Sometimes, you really think that he is the manipulative one out of all the personalities.

He suddenly pushes you back in the changing room with a (f/c) dress and promises that it is the last item he'll make you try.

You get out of the changing booth and stare at the ground, waiting for Barry to make a comment.

But, when you don't hear anything, you raise your gaze towards him and gulp loudly as you notice him fixing you intensely.

You immediately know that someone else has taken over..The way his eyes roam your body makes you want to get back inside the booth and hide.

"D..Dennis ?"

You ask tentatively, but he smiles and giggles in an uncharacteristic manner.

"~Guess again.."

You take a step back and Jade follows you by taking a step forward.

You're about to yell when he suddenly pushes you inside and his mouth is on you before you could even utter a sound.

This time, you recognize Dennis' roughness and possessiveness as he grabs the back of your neck to bring you closer.

He tried..He really tried. But, he can't hold back anymore.

However, suddenly, Dennis hears all of the other personalities inside him warn him..but it's too late.

He's out.

Just as you are about to give in and kiss him back, you feel Dennis' controlled eagerness turn savage as he starts biting your lips, drawing blood. You then feel his nails digging into your flesh.

"You're as delicious as they said you would be, little rabbit.."

Your eyes widen in shock at the new voice and you desperately try to get out of his grip, but he only laughs before biting your neck harshly. This time, you scream.

One of the shopkeepers come inside and, seeing the monstrous man, runs away and screams at his colleague to call the police.

The Beast growls, furious that someone dares try to end his fun, but he soon feels the other personalities trying to take over again.

He tries to fight them, but they all attack him at the same time and he has no choice but get locked up again.

As soon as he is gone, Kevin takes back control and sees you.

He is horrified as he sees you covered in blood and kneels beside you to take a look at your wounds. He wants to touch you, apologize, tell you that they didn't mean to hurt you..but one look from you and all words seem to vanish, only letting the bitter taste of regret..

He breaks into tears and, to his biggest surprise, you embrace him.

"I know it wasn't you.."

His heart tightens and he can't believe that you actually are ready to forgive him so quickly. Nobody ever tried to understand before..He wraps his arms around you and carries you out of the shop in his arms.

He hears the police sirens, but he won't stop until you're safe.

He carries you back to St Louis and then, some of the doctors take care of you.

Liam gets in and sighs loudly as he sees Kevin, sitting by your side and holding your hand.

"I..I'm sorry."

He says and Liam feels pity for the man.

"What is done is done. I settled the matter with the police, but you'll have to be more careful, okay ?"

Liam may not understand his disorder, but he knows that the man crying all the tears in his body and shaking like a leaf couldn't have done it.

He then turns towards your sleeping form and frowns. He had warned you on your very first day..You're their nurse, nothing more..You shouldn't get attached.

He then notices your white hair and shakes his head. You had categorically refused to show any of the slashers pictures of when you were little..He knows why now.

He nods at some guards posted outside who come in and drag Kevin out. Kevin doesn't even protest. He knows what he's done and even smiles at Liam on his way out.

"You're one of the nice ones, general McCain. Keep an eye on her for me.."

Liam's eyes widen for a second at the slasher's request and nods.

"Will do.."

Five was preparing his morning coffee when he saw you. He didn't really mind and continued acting as if nothing changed.

But, you feel it. The way his eyes narrow as he stares at your hair with his hands closed into fists.

He pretends that it doesn't bother him..But, somehow, you almost have the same hair color as the Handler.

Of course, he knows that it's not her and he shouldn't think about her..

Your shade of white is far purer and of the color of freshly fallen snow..Hers was a dirty bleach blond. You don't even look alike, but it doesn't stop his mind from making a connection.

Soon, you find him focused on his notes, trying to figure it all out. But then, you take a look at what he's working on and you feel shivers running down your spine.

He was looking at the connections between you and the Handler. Of course, he wouldn't find any as your mother had been really careful to erase all traces of your existence from her life..

She was part of the reason why you decided to dye your hair in the first place and tried your best to stay away from Five..But, you couldn't hold on to that secret forever.

Five sees you at his desk and, for once, is lost for words. He wants to say that he is sorry for investigating on you, but at the same time, knows that he had to do it.

However, before he could say anything, you admitted.

"You're right..You've always been right, Five. I'm sorry that I couldn't be honest with you from the start. But, I was scared. What would you do if you knew who I was ? I had no idea they would send you here. And, I'm so sorry. You have to believe me. Please !"

You start crying and Five doesn't know what to do..He's conflicted. He doesn't know if he can trust you.

But then, he remembers all the time you could have easily hurt or even killed him. You had never been anything but respectful and friendly with him..It could have all been a ruse of course, but when he looks in your teary purple eyes, he can't help but smile and pat your head reassuringly.

"I know..I know that you're not her. I'm not him either. I don't know what happened for you to end up here, with me. But, frankly ? I don't care. You're here. It's the only thing that matters. The only thing I care about. I'm sorry for not trusting you fully. But, I'm willing to forget, if you can forgive me ?"

You look at his outstretched hand and dry your tears before taking it. He smiles back and yanks you up so you can look at him in the eyes properly.

He then reaches for a strand of your hair and, to your surprise, kisses it.

"Your hair is very nice..I like it. Don't worry about hiding who you are anymore. I know that I should be angry but, I understand."

He steps back and is about to leave when you turn around to grab his arm.

"Does it mean that it's working ?! Does it mean you're getting better ?"

His eyes widen at the question and he thinks about it for a moment. Is he getting better ? He doesn't know. Is he getting less angry ? Yes..It doesn't mean he's getting better though.

"I don't know."

He truthfully answers and you smile, knowing that you would never give up.

Five understands and accepts you, even after discovering who you are. And, for that ? Your will to help him only grows.

You release him and Five is glad, because he knows that—deep down—he will never be the same than before he met you..And, maybe, is it for the best ?

"Well..That's new."

Michael doesn't really attach much important to physical appearance. I mean, he spent most of his life hiding his. It was a battle to get him to give up on his mask.

However, when he sees you, he can't help but appreciate the view. You look downright gorgeous and he can't help but tell you right away.

"Hey, sunshine. Love the new look. Suits you."

You smile sheepishly and are about to answer when another nurse arrives and shrugs when she sees you.

"Yeah, I miss you old apparence though..When are the new products arriving ? We wouldn't want the other nurses to mistake you for one of the patients by accident."

Your smile feels more forced now as you only nod and answer.

"Tomorrow. Don't worry, I'm not a fan of my natural appearance either.."

The nurse nods approvingly before walking away, but Michael grabs her by the back of the neck before she can make one more step.

"Apologize.."

Your eyes widen as you look up to Michael that seems so angry, his hair falling on his face and preventing you from seeing his face properly.

But, you can feel it. He is pissed.

You try to soothe him by putting your hand on his shoulder and telling him that it's alright, that the woman was only giving her opinion. But, it doesn't calm him.

His hold tightens on the nurse that spurts out an apology before Michael would decide to break her neck.

He grunts in satisfaction before releasing the nurse that runs to get out of here.

You don't know how to make him relax, so you simply wrap your arms around his waist and wait.

After a few heavy breaths, Michael finally returns your hug and hides his face in the crook of your neck.

You can feel his warms breath hitting your skin and he holds you as if you're his lifeline in a sea of discord.

He then whispers.

"You're so f*cking gorgeous, never let anyone tell you otherwise.."

You smile to yourself and tears start forming at the corners of your eyes.

"Thank you, Michael..You're not so bad yourself."

"Is that so ?"

He chuckles and the sound rumbles withing him, like a cat purring and—somehow—it makes you realize that you are actually hugging one of the most dangerous beings on the planet.

Even though Michael is the most responsible and pacifist of all the slashers, he is still one of them.

You try to get away, but he only tightens his grip on you, not wanting to let you go.

"Michael..You..You're hurting me."

You try to push him away, but it only makes him fall backwards on the sofa, with you still in his arms.

You blush when you realize your new compromising position and look around carefully for anyone who would enter.

"They won't come.."

Michael says and you look up at him to se that he is smirking, knowing that nobody would interrupt..He breaks your hair out of their confine and they tumble around you freely.

Michael looks at his work with a proud grin.

"That's better. I like your change of look. You usually keep your hair up and tight..But, the savage look suits you far better, especially with those deep and huge purple eyes. It almost makes me want to.."

He leans forwards and, just as he was about to kiss you, someone enters.

Five : "Hey, nurse ! There isn't any coffee left ! How am I supposed to work if I don't have any..?!"

He stops dead in his tracks when he sees the both of you and frowns before ordering Michael with a cold and authoritative voice.

"Michael..Release the nurse now."

Michael only laughs at the boy before standing up and grabbing your arm.

"Who are you to command me, boy ?"

Five grits his teeth at the name before letting his mug fall to the floor, the time it shatters on the floor, he has already used his power to grab you and run out of the room. He blocks all of the exits and shouts.

"Michael ! This is not you ! This is the curse ! Fight it, man !"

He only hears things break inside and Michael grunting and growling like an animal.

Freddy : "Yo ! What's up ?"

Freddy says, oblivious to the whole situation, until the door of the room where Michael is detained shakes as Michael tries to break it down.

Five quickly puts himself against it and yells :

"Stop asking stupid questions and come help me !"

"Sh*t !"

Freddy quickly comes to help and soon, all of the slashers and medical staff, alerted by the noise, run to help you.

Soon, the grunts and growls sustain and you don't hear anything inside besides someone..crying ?

"Let me in."

Freddy : "Are ya crazy ?!"

Arthur : "I agree with Freddy this time. I would highly not recommend it.."

But, you don't listen to them and go in. Michael has his head hanging low and is crying. You sit next to him and put your hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, big guy. Are you okay ?"

He suddenly stops crying and you feel as if something is wrong..Suddenly, he's on top of you and tries to choke you, but Five appears behind him and hits the back of his head with a frying pan. The huge man falls on top you and you eagerly take a big gulp of air before some of the hospital guards arrive to drag Michael out of the room.

You can't believe what just happened..Why did he attack you ?!

McCain, sensing your distress, sighs before explaining.

"Michael's curse is triggered if someone gets too close to him. The facility limits it, but it doesn't completely erase it. You need to be more careful, Y/N. The slashers are not normal criminals and the more you get to their heart ? The more you'll be in danger."

You close your eyes and, even though it hurts, nod in agreement.

"You're right..I'm sorry. I'll be back to normal tomorrow morning."

He nods in return and smiles apologetically at you.

"Sorry, Y/N."

"My my..What a lovely creature."

Norman was mesmerized by you when he first set eyes on you, not even able to take his eyes off you.

"You're so..."

He couldn't found his words and just felt unworthy to gaze at such beauty. Even his mother felt speechless..

"You're beautiful, my dear."

Norman is the only slasher who knew from the beginning.

He was very sad to see you hide your natural beauty, but understood that people weren't as good as they appeared to be.

However, whenever you get home, he always makes sure that you feel comfortable enough to let your true self show.

He loves washing your hair and get all the filthy dye out to see your beautiful white hair..

He was once unable to gaze at your purple eyes, as they seemed to be judging him..But, he quickly got over it and now, he can only look tenderly at them and wish he could stare at them all day.

He remembers how you had cried on his lap the first time you had gone to school and said that your classmates were making fun of you because of your appearance.

He was so angry, but had only gently stroked your hair and reassured you that you were perfect, and that they were blind if they couldn't see it.

You had fallen asleep in his arms and he had carried you to your bedroom. But, when he had tried to get out, you had clung to him and refused to let go.

He sometimes misses those times, but he's always happy when you come to see him.

However, this time, you seem distressed.

You run directly in his arms and then tell him everything that had happened this week.

"So, everyone had a rather normal reaction, but Michael and the Horde got out of control and I..I'm scared I made things worse, uncle Norman."

Norman doesn't say anything at first, but you then notice his tight grip on his chair's handles. His smile seems almost forced as he asks you in an unusual slow tone.

"They. Did. What ?"

Oh no..He's angry.

"Well, they didn't mean to ! The Beast kissed me and Michael tried to kill me..But, I knew what I was getting myself into. I just..I just want to know if I'm doing the right thing ?"

Norman tries to listen..He is normally a very good listener, but after you said the word "kiss"..His brain refuses to cooperate and he gently but firmly grabs your chin so you have to look him in the eyes when he says :

"I understand, little monster..But, next time someone tries to kiss you or kill you..You kick them where the sun doesn't shine and call me, got it ?"

The way he stares at you makes you shiver and you nod vividly in response, eager to look at anything but his two pitch black eyes who seem to be burning you, like coal in fire.

He smiles, satisfied with your answer, before laying back and staring at you. You're all grown up now..He should have known.

He grits his teeth before thinking of what he would have done if you had called him..He would never admit it to you, but it involves a lot of blood and pain..

He comes back to his normal self and offers you tea, as if nothing happened.

You nod hesitantly and follow him with your eyes as he goes to the kitchen.

Somehow, out of the reaction of all the slashers, your uncle's reaction is the one that leaves you the most confused.

Even after all these years..You still have no idea what is going on inside his head.

Sometimes, he's you're loving uncle that you've grown to cherish and love and then, there is this dark part of him that you don't know anything about.

You thought you had gotten rid of the monster inside him..but, what if you had only made it stronger ?

You shake your head. No..It is only the normal reaction of a very protective uncle, nothing more..

But then, what was that fire inside his eyes earlier ? He returns with the tea and smiles sweetly at you.

"Something troubling you ?"

He asks innocently, and you shake your head.

"No..It's nothing."

You smile, but it feels almost forced.

Uncle Norman..Who are you ?

[solar3lunar]

1.𝔹𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙☼︎

Ayama POV

My alarm starts going off. I groan at it then shut it off. It's was a Sunday. I was wondering why I turned it on. I lied in my bed for a bit then it hit me. I wanted to torture myself today. By going on a walk on the beach.

I felt four paws on my thigh. "Morning, Nebula." I said. "Meow" "I'll get up." I told her. I stretched a bit. I took my bonnet off and got out the bed.

Once my feet hit the carpet. I walk towards my closest and pick out something simple and plain. I then went in the bathroom and set my clothes down on the counter and closed the door.

I got undress and put my shower cap on. And got in the shower. Once I was done in the bathroom. I walk out wearing a black tank top, a black crop top hoodie that I could only wear if I have a tank top under it. And black leggings.

I walked back into my room and went straight back to sleep. I woke up about 10 minutes later. Leo woke me up this time. "Okay, Okay." I sighed.

Knowing my dad already went out the house to help the other pro heroes with the exam that coming up tomorrow. I turn on the TV in my room, but all I found was news channel or ads talking about the exam.

I turned it off and went downstairs to get cereal not wanting to make pancakes or french toast. I pass a picture of my mother and father.

I stopped to look at it for awhile. I've seen some pictures of my mother. The rest are kept somewhere in my father's room.

She's Afro-Asian. She passed away when I was 3. I never met my grandpa or my grandmother from my mother side. They're villians after all.

I seen my mother's family members in Texas and some in California. We visit them sometimes whenever it's a holiday like Christmas or Thanksgiving. I've also seen my dad's family members other than his sister. He never told me why she not in my life. And tellsl me it best if I don't meet her.

Anyways, my mother's hair is natural black(or very very dark brown that looks black). Her hair was long and wavy in the first picture. Our hair same the same features. Our hair type can and it grows fast after a week or two. Her eyes were like mine, but her eyes colorare lavender and mines lilac.

Her skin is dark brown and it's very beautiful. I can't help but admire her. She also has some yellow sparkle across her face. They looked like stars. It's apart of one of her Quirks. Her eyes color and lavender.

She had four dark brown gazelle horns on her head and her gazelle ears were showing. Her body was well mature. I guess like mine though I never really care about my shape really. She has two of her horns wavy and the other two curly wrapping around the other white horns.

Her costume in the third was her in a long sleeve black crop top and black pants with gold medal plates around the rims of them. Her high combat boots were black. And finally she had a gold medal choker around her neck with the sun symbol in the middle of it.

(Considering her Quirks she doesn't really need a bold hero outfit.)

In the second picture her hair is long and was in a kinky fro she didn't show her horns. Despite her time being alive she was one of the top number ten heroes. I walked away from the picture to go eat.

"Leo! Nebula!" I watch the two come into the kitchen and go to their bowls. Turns out it was already filled. They just wanted me with them.

From what my Dad told me. He got them for my mom when it was her birthday. So the cats been in my life the moment they brought me home.

I keep thinking about the exam tomorrow. I wonder who I would see. Once I was done eating I decided to clean the house. I did every room but my dad's.

I decided to go down to the beach, because I don't want to stay in the house all day and game. I text my dad and inform him about my whereabouts.

I put 20 dollar into my phone case and put my phone in my pocket. And went near the door to put my shoes on.

Now that I'm here. I'm just going walk along the shore. Although it strange to be wearing this on a hot day. I honestly don't really care. I have my reasons.

I walk towards the beach and decided to walk along the shore. While doing that I saw Izuku jogging along the shore. Geeze he grown a lot. "Izuku!" I shouted. It doesn't seem like he can hear me so I tried calling out to him one more time. He didn't so I followed him.

I see him almost out of breath. "I finish what you asked." He said while breathing heavily. I look up to see he was talking to. I saw Uncle All Might, but I didn't say anything, because I didn't want to say about me being relate to my dad.

"Oh hey n-Ayama!" And that was a close call. "Wait?... Ayama!" Izuku shouts. "I been calling your name for the last minute." I spoke. I saw him blush a bit, but I ignore it. Not really sure why.

"Wait is it okay for her to see you like this?" He ask my uncle All Might. "Oh yeah. Before you I had told her about it, but she turned it down saying I should give to someone who doesn't have a quirk." He told him.

"Oh so that means you also know about 'The one for all' Right?" Izuku ask me. "That right, freckles." I giggled. "Freckles? BAHAHA!" Uncle All Might laugh blood coming out of his mouth.

Izuku was freaking out about it. I seen this before but I was just gross out. "Alright you can take a break. Oh by the way can you me a popsicle?" He asked me. "Sure."

"Come on Izuku! We have a lot of catching up to do." I shouted. He rush up to me as we went to the small market near the beach. Which lead you back to the roads and sidewalks.

We were talking about what the news were talking about. "I wish I could've been with you guys. Mostly to tell Katsuki to stop." I said with guilt.

"It's nothing to be guilty about." He said reassuring me. "To make it up to you can get what ever you want from the market just try not to go overboard." I said.

"Ayama you don't have to." He said waving his hands. "I insist." I tell him. "Your kindness never change a bit Ayama." He said. He right and that was a bad thing in middle school, but it not like it ever left me. I got myself a soda, Izuku got a chocolate mint ice cream bar, and I got uncle All Might a ice pop of himself.

"That would be 4 dollars, Ms." The cashier tells me. I paid her. She gave me my chain back. I thank her we both left walking back towards my uncle.

"So I'm guessing after today your finally getting your quirk."I said. He nodded while holding the bag in his hand.

"Oh I'd never asked you what are your quirk?" He asked me. "I have two of them, but their both complicated." I said. "Oh I see." He said. "Don't worry you'll get to see me in action at the exams." I cheer him up. Once we got the spot again.

"I want to be surprised that you're eating a popsicle of your self, but I'm not." I sighed. "It a hot day. I have every right." My uncle said. Leaving me and Izuku giggling and snickering. "Hey! What's so funny?!"

They went back to training and I decided to help uncle out with training. The fun part was Midoriya going on his back while doing push up. "I'm sorry Midoriya." I muttered. I spent almost the whole day with them. It was about 7:00pm

"Welp I better get going." I said. Me grabbing my soda bottle. "I'm guessing I'll see you at the exam?" I asked him. My uncle interrupt him "Oh yeah definitely!" I just sighed. "See you later Midoriya!" I shouted waving at them both.

I while walking towards my house I notice a teenager with ash blond hair that was spiky but looked soft. "I wonder if that could be... No. I doubt he would even remember me."

{Brain and Heart♡Melanie Martinez}

‘Help me when I'm at a loss for words. Bring up all of my memories for the please and the temporal.’ "There's that melody again."

'Well that was a fast walk.' Dad's Car was park in the driveway, so that meant he has came back. I open the door and then lock it behind me. I took my shoes off and left them at the door. "Lyric." My dad spoke. I jumped a bit. "Oh hey Dad." I said. "You seem lost in thought." He said.

"Oh yeah just a song came in my head. Although the melody was a bit strange." I spoke. "But who's know when I'll be using it." I shrugged my shoulders while walking towards the kitchen to go sit at the dinner table. It's was quite, but comfortable. I was just lost in my mind.

I got up from the dinner table and went towards the kitchen sink. That melody it sounded familiar, but I never heard it before.

I felt a hit on my hand. "Ouch, Dad!" I whined. "Next time, pay attention." He sighed. "What do you- Oh." I saw the dish I washing now broken in half.

"My bad." I mutter throwing it away in the trash. "Alright what was the lyric this time?" He ask. This isn't the first time this has happened. "Help me when I'm at a loss for words. Bring up all of my memories for the please and the temporal." I said.

"Don't give it too much though. If you go to sleep You'll have nothing to worry about." He said. He always does that. Brushes it off like it's nothing. "Alright, night Dad." I said.

"Good night and good luck tomorrow." He said. That right he won't be here when I wake up. I took a quick shower got into my PJs setting an alarm on my phone to wake up at 6:00am.

"I'm going to get a new bonnet. I can't stand this one. It's always falling off." I muttered.

The moment I closed my eyes. I saw someone with long wavy natural black hair and two gazelle brown horns and ears. I woke up and got out of bed and went straight downstairs to look at my mom's photos.

"I thought I told you to go to bed." My dad said. "Technically, you suggested it." I said. I'm still looking at my mother pictures.

"Bed. And I mean it." He said strictly. "Alright, alright." I said. Going straight to bed this time got it. I look at the clock it was 8:30pm.

"Just one question. Why do I have to go to bed this early?" [Ayama]

"Because you'll end up like me if you don't." [Aizawa]

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[healingthruhiking]

******Trigger Warning For Anyone Offended at Fat/Thick/BBW Girls Hiking********

If you're going to judge, ridicule, be negative, troll, creep, insult or otherwise showcase your severe insecurities, lack of self esteem, and project your own unhappiness through inappropriate comments, move on, find a therapist who can help and start working on yourself.....this post is unapologetic.

Okay, now that I've gotten that out of the way 😅 I wanted to change up my normal blog for a hot minute. 🔥

For clarity purposes, I'm going to use the word fat. F. A. T.

If this bothers you, take a minute to reflect on why.

See, society has taught us that "fat" as an adjective is bad, negative and insulting. So we hesitate to use it, or we make other terms that sound more socially acceptable.

I'm not fat. I have fat. A little more than than average individual and I know it's not healthy (for me). But if I met another person, same age/height/weight I don't get to assume that they're unhealthy....I don't get to body shame or tell them what their body should be like.

Fat has a biological reason for survival. Too much can lead to health issues, including death. Too little can lead to health issues, including death.

Yet we as society continue to body shame. Every decade sides are chosen. In the 90s and fordt part of the 2000s, thin was in. Then 2010 happened....and curves, wider hips, thick thighs and full faces were the new rage.

The reality is the only person who should have an opinion about body types is the person who owns the body....not anyone else.

A few months ago I posted in a hiking FB group, asking for gear/clothing recommendations for larger/thicker hikers...specifically women. While 90% of the comments were supportive and helpful. A few were not. One group member took it upon themselves to DM me and told me "to stop eating and save some for the rest of us". Followed by name calling and using certain slurs I refuse to re type here.

A few years ago, this would have cases a major panic attack, with a depression episode to follow (I battle with PTSD, anxiety, depression).

But the more I've pushed myself on trail, the greater my own self esteem and self confidence has grown.....which has resulted in my ability to see the pain and insecurities behind people who fat shame and body shame, instead of exhausting my energy with debating and self hate.

I'm 5'6 and weigh 230lbs. Some days it's 235lbs.

Can I run a marathon? Hell no! But neither can my friend who's the same height and weighs 140lbs. Because it's not about the weight. It's about the training and conditioning.

Do I eat crappy cereal? Sometimes....I personally hate carbs and not because of a diet or fad....but because I think bread is gross (don't act like you don't have things you think are gross lol).

I'm a protein and veggie person (except celery....too hard and the taste is ewwwww).

But I also like sugar. Like a lot.

I try to make the best choices when I can but I'm not perfect. Food is fuel.

And sometimes you put fuel in your car for survival - like going to work.

Annnnnnnd.....other times you put fuel in your car to drive 3hrs NW towards Pie Town, NM on 3/14 because eating pie on National Pie Day is fun.

Sometimes I eat a spinach kale salad with pumpkin seeds, cranberries, feta and balsamic vinegarette....

And other times I eat a whole pint of Ben & Jerry's Phish Food ice cream because it's the best (not up for debate). 🤣

And that's OK.

I like hiking. Most recently I've discovered thru-hiking and backpacking. I was scared at first. Living up to societies expectations, I always figured that the people who backpack and hike have to look like most REI and North Face models (calm down...up until 2020, neither company was pro-thick girl accommodating for gear...🥳 and yay.....they're starting to get on board).

I thought since I had extra fat on my body, I couldn't sleep on a 2 inch thick sleep pad, having thighs that touch (and not due to muscle) mustve ment no long hikes, and certainly eating dehydrated foods wouldn't be filling.

Thanks society for fostering a lack of self esteem and drive for exploring nature. *sarcasm*

So many people scream at people who are overweight to "go outside and move!"

Yet when we try to, we get scrutinized, judged, laughed, cyber bullied, and have to jump hurdles designed for horses.

We can't even walk into a REI and buy some freaking base layers....we have to "order online".

I'd like to meet the marketing reps for these companies and have a conversation about why only offering "plus sizes" online only continues to hurt us and isn't at all helpful.

Unlike *most* standard sizes....if I'm a size 20 at Torrid, I'm not at Lane Bryant. I'm a 22 at Target, but trying to order soemthing online is laughable because ummmmmm.....my thighs, waist, bust and hips are one-size-fits-all.

So without the ability to try on clothes at the actual store, I'm going to end up returning half of what I ordered....and feel like a reject.

Why can't outdoor stores also keep "plus sizes" on stock, in store? Don't tell me it's because there's not enough "bigger people" who want to hike.

Maybe we don't hike because we have almost 0 options when it comes to gear. And yes, Osprey, I'm talking to you!

My hips are wide and my booty is round and sound! Let's develope packs that are curvy friendly without costing $50-$80 more than a standard size. And no....it's not costing you that much more to make them, it's because most corporations profit heavily on their "plus size" products.

I can do a 10 mile, 2500ft elevation gain hike. I want to be prepared and safe. I want to have the same options as any other hiker/backpacker would.

My extra fat doesn't define my ability to enjoy and explore the world, but the lack of options and social constructs about fat does.

My wife and I are adventure buddies. We push eachother when on trail. We encourage one another to continue and not turn back. We have gone to Glacier, Yellowstone, Olympic, Carlsbad, White Sands, Rainier, Rocky Mountain's and other National Parks.

[gayroman]

sometimes, i feel yellow

jjpope fanfiction. angst/fluff. second/first pov. pope centric, jj backstory. taglist: @dreamypope @pope-obx @drspock @playitaagain @bipopeheyward @ronnieweasley @pluto-the-planet1 @shipperssafehaven @jjbaymank (let me know if you want to be added!)

You are on a swing. The world is pushing against you. You are becoming one with the sky, your bones falling to the ground.

This is what what dying feels like. It feels good for a moment, all high and light, then, you swing back down and hit rocks. Everything shatters. Your feet crumple first, the your legs and suddenly your body folds into nothing.

You get back on the swing. You know nothing but infinity. It starts again.

For a moment, you can smell your mother's cooking and you forget you don't have a mother.

There is a hole in your body bandaids cannot fix. You are only a boy, so empty, so drained and filled with nothing. Everything echos inside you and you can't figure how you got so hollow.

Calloused hands, sleep deprived eyes, aching stomachs. This is not living.

It always feels like its about to rain but it never does.

Your lips are chewed raw and there is blood under your nails.

Sometimes you feel a little whole but mostly, it feels broken.

Snapped twigs abandoned on sandy shorelines and gravel paths with entrances marked with war aged trees.

A camera is smashed into the pavement, no more memories.

Everything is licked by fire. The flames don't go out.

You are on a swing. The world is forcing you into the blank sky. Your skin melts and your skeleton is left out to dry.

Everyone has a silhouette. Not you. You leave no mark. You are nothing, as they say.

You can see your childhood home in the distance, behind the garden, close enough to touch but leaning away from you. It does not want you no matter how much you want it.

Your fingers are sticky and for a moment you can't figure out why until you remember you are scratching your skin until your body is covered in blood. Small wounds let out waterfalls.

You can't get off the swing. Your teeth hurt from gum you don't remember chewing. Your mouth tastes like dry clementines and medicine and ash.

The swings stretch for miles but there is only you. (You are utterly alone.) For a second, you wonder whether you can move to another swing. (You stay put, don't bother trying. Maybe next time, when the sky is lighter.)

The air smells like round pasta and tear drenched line paper. Smiles across the skies and mountains that groan in the mornings.

You tumble off the swing, into the wet dirt. You get back up. You start again.

All you know is infinity.

---

JJ smiles when it’s just us.  All happy, too sweet to ignore.  

I feel so slow.  Everything feels so slow.  Neil is trying.  He is smiling, talking more than he always does, making sure I’m not hungry, not cold.

No, I’m okay.  I’m fine. It’s alright.  Don’t worry about me.

He is trying too hard.  He is doing what he thinks I want.  I don’t want that. I want him.

He doesn’t understand.  I want to love all of him.  All the pieces he loves, all the pieces he hates so much he locks them away.  Those pieces deserve love too.

Sometimes I feel yellow.

I am standing in the kitchen, hands on the counter, staring out the window at the sky.

Thick soupy yellows and watery ones that spread far across every little thing.  Corns and suns and sand at the bottom of the ocean. Nail polish and wide skirt dresses and pens and cereal your mother buys.

The oven is beeping.  JJ shuts it off.

He comes in and stands behind me, wraps his arms around my waist, puts his head on my shoulder.  I can feel every breath he breathes out, every sigh. He fits perfectly into me.

I don’t know why I feel this way, nobody else does.  JJ doesn’t ask why.

He is making me see stars.

Him.  Him. Him.

I wanted him to be angry at me for feeling like this. His calm was angry. I wanted JJ to shout, hate me a little in his soul. This was JJ. Only angry sometimes, never at me.

He kissed the palms of my hands and held them tight.

"Its okay," he says. "To be upset."

I hate this feeling that's inside me. I hate his calm.

My body slumps and I fall into JJ. My cheeks are all hot. The room is too hot. He doesn't try and kiss me but I wish he would. He tells me to breath instead.

One two three. One in one out. Again again again.

JJ cares. Its strange to think how someone like JJ, drowned in loss and broken things, can try again just to love me. Hold me tighter tighter tighter, trying. (That's the wonder of it, isn't it? He tries.)

He is fixing my broken pieces.

---

There are three freckles on his hip bone. Three small boats in an ocean of skin. I kiss them all.

He traces over the crescent scar on my back. JJ is all fuzzy around the edges, cheeks flushed from the wine we shared. He gets like this, all soft and lazy, tired, eyes barely open, mouth slightly closed. I kiss all the giggles off his mouth.

"Where did you get this," he asks.

"My grandfather's stupid fucking dog," I say. He laughs.

Love is not all knowing. It tries to be. It is all naked, trying to understand all the mysteries under skin and veins.

There's a scar on his wrist. I don't want to know where it's from

(Before, when I couldn't sleep, I would stare up at the ceiling, out the window, go downstairs and listen to the kitchen shake. Now, I can turn into JJ and let him hold me. Love has made me soft.)

I cannot sleep.

"What's this," I ask JJ, pointing to the almost round scar on his cheek. Its impossibly small but I'm surprised I never noticed it. There's one by his ear too, that I didn't see before this.

JJ smells like sunken ships devoured by waves and clean bed sheets. (This is my favorite smell.) There's dirt under his nails. There's a lake in his eyes.

JJ smiles all sad, like rain, shrugs the best he can. That's all I get.

Everything feels like a secret.

"Can I show you something?" JJ asks. I nod. I wasn't sleeping anyways.

He pulls me out of bed. He's wearing my sweater.

---

Everything is covered in goosebumps.

In the clearing of trees behind the house, there is three gravestones, one brand new, the others crumbling with time. The crack in the forest opens up to new winds. I shiver. This feels like an unhealed wound, glowing red, on cold skin.

There's a tombstone for someone named Molly. Aged eleven.

JJ says nothing. I turn to the other grave. The leaves crack under my shoes.

"My father died after Molly did. He had been dying a long time but she finished him off." No sadness in his voice. I can taste the spice from dinner on my lips and wonder, only for a second, if JJ can too.

"My mother died just after I met you." I can't figure out why he's telling me this, especially now, when I am trying to find sleep. The urge to vomit bubbles in my throat, I fight it back down into my stomach. He grabs my hand and I grib it tight. I wish I had a coat.

We stand there. I turn, kiss him. I can taste the wind in his mouth.

---

I dream. I do not want to.

Are you drowning in the ocean or in his eyes?

There's a cake on the table, perfectly decorated. I sit down, take a bite. The icing cracks and the floor breaks.

I need to grab something. There is nothing. Something creaks, I don't know what. The sky is black, the dirt is orange. I vomit. Flowers sprout.

There is no JJ, only the jacket he likes. I put it on. I am warm. The ground steadies, just a little. My head stops spinning.

Running. I am running from something.

I stop. There is nothing behind me.

A girl is sitting by the pool. Long hair the color of the stars, her dress dipping into the ground. She smells like cherry ice pops and watermelon juice. She smiles. Her voice sounds like thunder.

"Are you drowning in the ocean or in his eyes?"

I can see the freckles in his hip, the three little boats.

In his eyes, I think.

---

I wake up.

I remember, when I first moved in, I did not love him because I did not know him.  I loved what he did for me, the risk he took by letting me in, letting me stay.  We fell into routine. He made dinner on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Sundays. I made dinner Monday, Wednesday and Friday.  We went out on Saturday and ordered in whenever we felt lazy. I did laundry at the end of the week and he did his smack dab in the middle.  His clothing mixed into mine and we did it all in one load. He let me pick whichever room I wanted and stay up as late as I wanted and drive the car, all I had to do was ask. 

Everything finally felt good.  

We mixed well together.

I remember when he took me out, finally, after waiting for so long.

Halfway through dinner, JJ had spoken up.

“Would you like to go on a date?”

There’s a bruise on his cheek, a brown flower, that wasn’t there last night.  

Dinner is soup.  My turn. I didn’t go out to get another and there wasn’t much in the kitchen.  We needed to go grocery shopping.  

“With you?”  He nodded. I stuttered.  “Sure, where?”

JJ had shrugged  “I can figure something out,” he said   “Unless you have an idea.” I shook my head.  I’ve only been on one or two dates. I don’t know what people like to do.  

I didn't say anything else.  He said: “Are you free tonight?”  I can only nod. This whole interaction is so odd.  It’s not the kind of thing I would ever expect from JJ, or anyone else.

I lied.  I’ve never been on any dates.

JJ smiled at me then, a real one.  A rare occurrence, but always a welcome one.  

I don’t want to spend the rest of dinner in silence so I say:  “We need groceries.” JJ nodded.

“Anything specific?”  He asked.

“Well, I had a few ideas for my days, and then whatever you want.”

Jesus Christ.  So domestic, like a married couple that still loves each other.  “Make sure to get two loaves of bread. We eat them too quickly.”  He smiled. I offered a half lipped smile back, not reaching my eyes, though I pray he doesn’t notice.  

He goes off, talking about a book, something that happened, I can’t tell.  He laughs and I join in, only half alert of the story he’s telling. He throws up his arms to gesture to something and I nod.  He feels so alive.

I had never wanted to be loved by anyone more.

We're disasters, him and I.

---

I go back to sleep. I dream. There is a corn maze.

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I walk to the maze, take a deep breath and step inside.

Every outside sound disappears.  I can only hear the plants moving in the wind and the sound of my own breath.  The wind feels a little colder and something clicks in my head. It’s an ocean of calm, the fields grown high enough to frame the sky.  It’s just you and heaven. Alone.

(I don’t like alone.  But I like this.)

This is not fall.  This is winter in an orange coat.  Autumn is thick with family. Winter takes the long path home, all alone.  Everything smells like dirt.

Everything everything everything.  This is the only word I know.

Go home, the wind is saying.  What is home. Is it JJ or is it with Mom?  Is it the town? Does it not exist?

I go home.  Wherever that is.

---

It's morning. All I can think of is Molly. Why he never mentioned it, and why then.

JJ smiles. He is made of secrets.

He is homes and I am drowning in his eyes.

[imaginetrahs]

4. Is this a date or what?

Solana

This morning I woke up around nine o'clock and stayed in bed for a while. Oscar wasn't coming until 12:30 and currently it's only 10.

I got out bed with a heavy sigh, and walked to my closet looking for an outfit. I wanted to look good but not like I'm trying too hard. However, I don't want to look like I didn't try. I decided on a cropped thin strapped tank top with ripped jeans and a light flannel shirt. I looked in the mirror and paused thinking about the weather. I checked my phone and it said 85 degrees. I went to change my outfit, but took a picture first. I ended up trying on three different outfits, took pictures of them, and then sent them to the group chat before hopping in the shower.

Real Hot Girl Shit 🤪

Hot Girl Lana

Which one 😭

Read 10:15

Hot Girl Brae

The first one is really cute but so is the third one 😗

Sent 10:18

Hot Girl Ziy

Where are you going 🤔

Sent 10:20

Hot Girl Lana

Out with Oscar 😬

Read 10:50

Hot Girl Brae

Hot Girl Ziy

Hot Girl Brae

Hot Girl Lana

Ok it is not that serious 🙄

Read 10:58

Hot Girl Ziy

Actually it is

Read 11:05

Go with fit 3 bitch

Read 11:05

Hot Girl Lana

Thanks 😊

Read 11:08

I promise to tell y'all everything later

Read 11:10

After punching the air a few times I got dressed and put some mousse on my braids to lay down any flyaways. I didn't do any special makeup just my eyebrows, some lashes and some lip gloss. I walked out of my room to see Jamal sitting at the table eating cereal.

"Where are you going? Did you put sunscreen on because last time you didn't you got burned and then you cried and had me rub aloe all over you and I don't want to do that again." He got up to put his bowl in the sick and crossed his arms across his chest.

"Yes Jamal, damn." I walked around him to the fridge to grab a water.

"Where are you going?" He continued watching me from the counter.

"Out." I sat on the couch and turned the tv on. Reruns of love and hip hop were on so I decided to just watched that until it was time to go.

"Where?" I sighed and threw my head back on the couch.

"What is this? And interrogation?" I tossed the remote on the coffee table in front of me. "You're not my dad! You always tryna hear something."

Jamal gave me a straight face and I couldn't help but bust out laughing. He did this to himself asking all these damn questions.

"Chill out J." I giggled to myself. "I'm a big girl, I can handle myself."

He rolled his eyes and walked down the hall to his room. I stayed on the couch watching tv for the next hour. I was hungry but decided not eat because I'm pretty sure I'll eat with Oscar.

~

12:30 came and went, Oscar still wasn't here. I waited until 1 o'clock to text him, it's only been thirty minutes but Oscar is very punctual it's sickening. I checked my phone again and seen that my message was left on read.

I twisted my face up and locked my phone. I sunk into the couch thinking that maybe he's busy right now and him leaving me on read is his way of telling me he's still coming.

Unfortunately that wasn't the case, I've sat here for another two hours. I laid down on the couch still watching tv, upset. I heard Jamal come out of his room and into the living room.

"I thought you were going out." He came and sat on my back.

"Yeah me too." I groaned out from under him. "Do you wanna go out? Like to eat or something?"

"Really?" His whole face lit up at my question.

"Yeah," I giggled at him, "why wouldn't I be serious?"

He shrugged his shoulders and got up to put his shoes on. I squint my eyes not believing him then got up myself to put my sandals on.

Before leaving I made Jamal take a picture with me for Snapchat. I captioned it with a red heart and posted it. I grabbed my keys from the key hook and left with Jamal behind me. I waited in the car while he locked the front door and pulled out when he got in the passenger seat.

"Where to brother?" I glanced at him but still kept my eyes on the road. Safety first.

"Let's go to the state fair." I stopped at a red light and looked at him surprised.

"Are you sure because last time you told mom and dad you were going to sue them for child endangerment." I laughed and pulled off to get on the freeway.

"I'm a new man now. I'm stronger," he flexed his arms to show his nonexistent muscles, "I'm taller."

"Right." I nodded at him slowly. "We'll see how much of a 'new man' you are when it's time to get on rides."

For the rest of the drive we sung most of the songs that came on Spotify together. Moments like these are my favorite because as we get older we started to drift apart doing our own thing.

About 45 minutes later we parked and hopped out to get to the ticket booth. It was almost 4 o'clock and the park didn't close until 8 so we had some time. For Christmas last year we were gifted membership passes so we didn't have to pay as much and I'm so thankful for our rich family members.

Looking around the park we tried to decide what we wanted to do first. I haven't eaten yet and I was super hungry, like hungry hungry. I looked around for the food truck that I wanted. They served these really, really good buffalo chicken calzones and then I would just get a bucket of fries from another truck and fried Oreos from another. Be honest, who comes to fairs to ride rides because I don't, I come to eat.

Jamal and I sat at one of the free tables and he watched me eat with a disgusted face.

"You know none of that is good for you and with the pace you're eating at, you're bound to choke." He stopped talking abruptly. "I'm not CPR certified." He whispered to himself.

I rolled my eyes at him. "Oh come on J, chill out. It's like I have to constantly tell you this. Enjoy and indulge in this while you can because once we go back to school it's back to eating prison food."

"I'm pretty sure school food is better than prison food." I huffed and stopped eating.

"That's not the point." I wiped my mouth with the napkins I grabbed. "My point is, enjoy yourself. You're too uptight to be only 14, that's not good. It gives you grey hair early."

"Fine." He sighed and went to reach for my food but I moved it out of his reach.

"What are you doing? All of these vendors and food trucks, and you want my food?" I looked at him like he had two heads. "Go get your own, loser."

~

We've been at the fair for almost four hours and we've ate and played more games than we can count. So far we've won a huge unicorn, big enough for me to sit on, a huge pillow pet and just a bunch of small and medium sized stuffed animals. Since we weren't ready to go yet, I put all of the prizes in a storage locker until we left.

"You ready to go yet?" I looked at Jamal and he looked like he was ready to pass out, truth be told me too. We've been walking around for hours, bumping into people and vice versa, quite frankly I'm tired of it.

"Yeah, you?" He looked back at me and I nodded back at him.

"Let's get a funnel cake before we go?" We both stood up and walked to find the booth that sold funnel cakes. Eventually we found it and stood in line waiting for the few people in front of us.

From the corner of my eye I could see Jamal fidgeting like he wanted to say something. I could feel him glancing at me but not saying anything so I thought I should say something first.

"What is it J?" I turned to him a little, it was enough to let him know he had my full attention.

"What — I don't — what?" He stuttered out.

I pursed my lips and rocked on the heels of my feet waiting for him to tell me. "I don't believe you. So just tell me or rather, I don't know, ask me like a normal person."

He took a minute and finally asked me. "Who were you going out with today?"

I stared at him in disbelief, "that's what you wanted to ask me?" I snorted out a laugh. "I thought you were gonna ask for money 'cause you're in trouble or something. Jeez, J."

He huffed and moved up ordering the funnel cakes for us. I had a feeling he already knew the answer so I didn't bother answering it.

"Are you gonna answer me?" He handed me my cake and we started walking to the front of the fair to grab our things and leave.

"No." I led some guys willing to carry all of the prizes to my car. "I'm pretty sure you already know the answer so...you tell me." I put one hand on my hip while the other held the rest of my cake.

Once the guys were done I tipped them and got in the car. We had a long drive back home because of traffic and it's dark out and people don't know how to fucking drive.

"How did that even happen? Why him of all people?"

To be honest I don't even know myself. Yeah I had a crush on him and yeah he's attractive, very attractive whew. But, the lifestyle he lives is very dangerous, he's older than me, which isn't really a problem I'm eighteen, and he's not really someone my dad would want me to bring home.

"I don't know." I pulled onto the freeway. "It's a long story I guess."

"We got time."

~

We finally arrived home after I spilled my guts about my feelings for Oscar. Surprisingly Jamal didn't say anything about how I felt, because we all know he always has something smart to say.

"I know you're older and you're supposed to look out for me but, you're my only sibling," he took my hand in his, "and I just want you to be safe."

I nodded and squeezed his hand. "Of course. Always."

He nodded back at me and got out the car making his way into the house. My parents were home, I could see their bedroom light on.

I sat in the car for a little while longer not ready to get out yet. My phone went off in the cup holder telling me I had a text message. I looked at it and seen a picture from Braelyn. In the picture it was Oscar, who looked way too high to function, and a girl sitting on his lap. The picture was screenshot from Instagram and it was captioned "Mine 🤪".

I couldn't help but laugh, out of both humor and stupidity. I text back the group chat, "Lmfaooooooo. Bet.", and got out of the car and went inside. I'd get the stuffed animals tomorrow or something, right now I just want to go lay down.

"Hey babygirl." My dad hugged me as I walked in the house. "Jamal told me y'all went to fair. That was nice of you."

"Yeah I thought we should hang before school starts." I kicked my sandals off at the door and grabbed a water from the kitchen. "I'm gonna go to bed, I'm tired.

"Ok, I love you." I repeated it back and went to my room. Today has been a long day.

~

I changed my clothes and then got in bed. I put on Netflix for background noise and check my socials. There wasn't anything special but I watched Jamal's snap and noticed he posted a few pictures of us from the fair.

One picture stood out the most though. It was a picture of me playing the basketball game, I was mid shot with a big smile on my face. It was about 6:30 when it was taken because the sky was a pink-ish orange color and I looked like I was literally glowing. I screenshot it and posted it to my story and locked my phone.

I got another text and seen it was from Oscar. I rolled my eyes and opened it to leave him on read and went back to watching tv. I didn't have time for the tomfoolery, if he didn't want to hang today that's all he had to say instead he stood me up.

"Can I watch tv with you?" I looked up and seen Jamal standing at the door with a disgusted look on his face. "Mom and Dad are...busy and your room is the farthest."

I chuckled and made a space for him on the bed. He climbed in and we watched tv for the next 2 ½ hours. When Jamal got up to leave to his room I laid my head on his shoulder.

"You're my favorite brother."

"I'm you're only brother, Solana."

[addictofsupernatural]

The Southsider (pt. 4)

Sweet Pea x reader

Chapter Summary: Now that an old secret is out, y/n's life takes some emotional turns in different ways, but Sweet Pea is there for her every step of the way.

Word Count: 1966

Chapter 1 • Chapter 3 • Chapter 5

You stared blankly at the jacket, before trying to give it back to FP. "I don't know what you're talking about. My mom wasn't in the Serpents."

FP didn't grab the jacket. "She was, kid. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner."

"No she wasn't. She couldn't have been." You felt your anger rise.

"Why is that?" Jughead asked. He sounded slightly offended, but you didn't care at this point.

"Because when we were getting beaten and bruised up, where the hell were the Serpents, hm? I didn't see them, or anyone, lift a finger for us. Isn't it one of your laws to protect one of your own? Clearly that can't be true because, guess what, she's dead." You were tearing up, your voice cracking. You hated people watching you cry, but today had been too emotional for you. You couldn't help it.

"She didn't tell us anything. She made it seem like nothing was wrong. Whenever we'd ask about you, she just said you were shy. She was always smiling we didn't think..." FP trailed off, tears in his eyes.

If you weren't so confused with your feelings, you would be comforting him right now. But you were, and so you didn't hold back what you wanted to say.

"Four years, FP. You kept this from me for four years. All this time I thought I had no one except you and Jughead, but even then I didn't want to be a burden. I could have had a family to go to, but you kept this from me. You took away an option that my mom could have wanted for me-"

"You don't think I know that?!" FP yelled. You flinched, backing up. You backed up into Sweet Pea, tears flowing down your cheeks. Sweet Pea unconsciously grabbed onto you. FP calmed down, instantly regretting yelling at you. That's something your dad must have done a lot. "Kid, I'm sorry-"

You slipped out of Sweet Pea's arms and opened the trailer, not looking back as you began to walk away. Sweet Pea bolted after you. "Y/n wait!"

You turned around, tears flowing down your face. He grabbed you and held you into a tight embrace. This caused you to just let go. You clung to him, letting all your tears out. He put his nose in your hair, kissing the top of your head.

When you calmed down you looked up at him. He wiped a tear from your eye. "Why are you still here with me?" You said in a hoarse whisper. "You see how broken I am, so why do you stay?"

"You're not broken. I don't care what you say about yourself. I like the way you can make me laugh, and the way you're so nice to everyone, and I like the way you get back up after being hit with something. You see something in me that I can't even see, and I do the same for you." He grabbed your chin, pulling you in for a kiss.

You then rest your head on his shoulder. "It's starting to get dark. You want me to take you home?"

"Sure." You said quietly.

"Good. I kinda like it when you hold onto me." He smirked, causing you to smile. You two drove to your house, both seeing the paper that was taped to your door.

You both walked up and saw that someone had written Southside Skank on it. It was coincidentally in Reggie font as well. You sighed. "On second thought, maybe you should stay the night at my place. I don't like you being here alone tonight."

And with that you packed your toothbrush and a pair of clothes with you, riding back to Sweet Pea's trailer. When you got there you both sat down on the couch and Sweet Pea started asked you about your likes and dislikes, wanting to get to know you better. Once you answered a question, you asked one right back to find out more about him.

"It's getting kind of late, we should go to bed." Sweet Pea suggested.

"Sure." You looked into your bag, and wanted to slap yourself. "Dammit."

"What's up?"

"I forgot to bring something to wear to sleep."

"Just wear some of my clothes. It'll be hot." He smirked. There was a knock at the door.

"I'll go find something to wear." You said, after seeing his worried expression. He didn't want any more drama to happen to you today.

He opened the door. It was Jughead. "Look man-"

"I know she probably doesn't want to see me. I just want you to give these to her." He gave him the serpent jacket, the letter, and the camera. "I might have borrowed the camera for a bit." He said quietly.

He took all the stuff, not knowing what to say. "Could you tell her that I'm sorry, and that, uh, she does have a family?" Sweet Pea nodded in response.

He closed the door. You came out of the bedroom in just a big t-shirt, long enough to be just above your knees. He stared at you in awe. You were so beautiful to him. "Pea." You said sweetly.

"Yeah?"

"Eyes up here please. This is already embarrassing enough."

"Sorry." He gave you a shit eater smile. "You look pretty. Who knew you'd look so cute in my clothes?"

"Ha ha." You giggled. "Who was at the door?"

"Uh," he looked at you, unsure on what to say. You smiled and nodded, reassuring him that you'll be okay. "It was Jughead. He wanted to say that he was sorry and that you have family. He also brought some stuff."

You nodded and walked over to the table. "He took my camera?" You opened the camera, looking at the pictures in it. They were of you and your friends, including FP and Pop.

"Is it important to you?" He asked, wrapping his arms around behind you.

"Yeah. My mom gave it to me." You went to the very first picture. It was of a girl with a woman. They were both smiling. "That's me and her."

"Am I important to you?" He asked quietly against your neck.

"Mhmm." You smiled.

He then took the camera. "Then I think I should be in here." He turned the camera around kissing you on the cheek. You giggled. He then checked to see how the picture turned out. "You look good."

"You look better." You gently say. He gave you a peck on the cheek and went to change into his pajamas. He came out in pajama pants and a plain grey t-shirt, carrying a pillow and a blanket. He set the pillow down and laid down. "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to bed?" You didn't want him to be uncomfortable because of you.

"What? No, c'mon." You took his hand, pulling him up. You lead him to the bedroom. "Lay down." He complied, intrigued. You got under the covers, facing the other way. "Good night."

He stared at you for a moment. "Night." He mumbled. You were so adorable to him, he couldn't help but stare at you.

His mind then began to wander to that note. He knew he shouldn't be nosey, but he couldn't help himself. After a while he waited until he knew you were asleep, then slipped out of the bed and went to the table in the kitchen. He opened it, reading every word. He smiled, thinking about how this could have a good effect on you. He hoped you took your mom's advise.

He went back to bed, to see that the covers were kicked off. The shirt was hiked up, and he saw your star wars panties. He held in a laugh. He looked at you, perfect as can be. He gently pulled down the shirt and put the blanket back over you, getting into bed next to you and holding you as you slept. "Don't worry," he whispered. "I'm not going anywhere."

You woke up to Sweet Pea holding you as you were snuggled up near his chest. You smiled, slowly getting out of his arms and off of the bed.

You sat down on one of the chairs at the small table in the kitchen. You took notice in the letter that was meant for you. You grabbed it, taking a breathe before unfolding it.

Dear Y/n,

Now that you're reading this, I didn't make it. I am so sorry for letting you live with the burden of your dad. I thought I loved him, but he changed. I should have told somebody what was going on. He threatened me using you if I told anybody, but I could have figured out a way. I'm sorry for that.

I was and will always be a serpent. My tattoo is on my ankle, in case you were wondering. I joined the Serpents when I didn't have anyone else to go to. They are my tribe. My family. Don't blame them for my death, they didn't know. I hope you accept this jacket and join the family that I loved as much as I loved you.

I will send this letter to FP, my best friend. I don't think I have much time anyway, your dad is drinking more often. FP will give this to you when he thinks your ready to join.

You have a very important choice to make y/n. Think it over, because it could be a best one you'll ever make.

Love, mommy

You folded the paper back and sighed. You weren't going to cry over this, you were done crying. The Serpents. They seemed important to her, and every Serpent you knew were full of trust and loyalty. The Serpents. Maybe you should join.

"Hey, what're you doing?" Sweet Pea asked, his voice thick from barely waking up. His hair was in a cute mess as he scratched his stomach.

"Just thinking." I gave him a small smile as he took out two bowls onto the table, pouring one with cereal and giving the cereal box to you.

"About what?" You poured the cereal, giving it to Sweet Pea, in exchange for milk. You poured yourself some, and he put the stuff back.

"About that jacket." He sat down and nodded. You two ate in comfortable silence. After you finished you got up and washed your bowl and spoon, heading for the bedroom.

"Star Wars, huh?"

"Oh my God! Sweets!" You slammed the door shut, changing into your clothes. Sweet Pea smiled. You came out in your regular clothes and pony tail. "Not cool." You gave him a kiss on the cheek, heading to the bathroom. You heard him laugh.

You both got ready, smiling to yourself as you saw Sweet Pea do his hair. It reminded you of Grease. He was just too cute in your eyes. He opened the front door, holding it open for you. "Ready?"

You hesitated, looking at the jacket. You couldn't help it. You let out a sigh and quickly stuffed it in your backpack after folding it. "Yeah." You looked at Sweet Pea, who had the biggest smile on. "Don't." You bit back a smile.

You two rode to school, and you were about to walk to class after hopping off, but a hand grabbed yours. "Wait!"

"What's wrong Sweets?" You asked sweetly.

"Nothing, I, uh, was wondering if you'd want to go on a date with me, tonight." He looked down at your held hands.

You leaned into him, wrapping your arms around his neck as he leaned against his bike. "I'd love to." He smiled, and was about to kiss you until the warning bell rang. "Gotta go." You pulled away.

"What?!"

"I'll see you later!" You said as you rushed away to your class, leaving Sweet Pea feeling frustrated and unsatisfied. He'll have to get you back for that.

The rest of this school day was about to be horrible for you. Just as you thought, the people of the Northside did not take kindly to those who are not their own.

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Author's Note: I was going to leave this on a bigger cliffhanger, but I figured I could push that for a little later in the story. For now let's focus more on fluff.

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[dreams-of-wings]

Impossible (7/8)

Imagine Billy Hargrove with a Mixed/Biracial SO

Warnings: SEASON 3 SPOILERS, Swearing, mild violence, angst.

The rest of the week flies by, with Billy weaning himself away from hanging out with Tommy and Carol and more to hanging out with you.

Billy actually learned a couple things that just barely helped him scrape by on his tests.

You passed with flying colors of course.

Now y'all are in the "real world"

Billy snags a summer job as a life guard.

You got a job at the hospital as a patient escort (the hours ain't bad, and it pays good).

You visit Billy at the pool sometimes, and you both still hang out on weekends.

Tommy and Carol don't hang around him anymore (because popularity status from high school no longer matters).

You're trying to help Billy move out of his house, but getting a place of your own isn't easy, so you manage to convince your parents to let him move in with you guys.

He has to stay in the guest room and pay rent though, obviously.

Billy still hasn't moved in yet though because he wants to save a bit of money before he has to worry about paying bills.

It's a smart idea and you support him.

For the most part your Summer is just working, hanging out with friends after work, and juggling the kids (Will, Dustin till he goes to summer camp, Mike, Lucas, and Max. You don't worry about Eleven because she isn't really allowed out of her house).

One day when the kids are all hanging out at your place, Billy walks in and treats the place like he lives there.

Just walks in grabs the milk from your fridge and makes himself a bowl of Cereal, before sitting in a stool by your kitchens island.

Thay all just kinda stare at him for a moment in silence.

"What?"

"Nothing!"

Billy just rolls his eyes and finishes his bowl before getting up to go to the bathroom.

"Ah, ah! Put it in the sink!" You just happen to walk past to grab something from your parents room.

He doesn't fuss, throw a fit, or even act remotely annoyed. He just back tracks and put the bowl in the sink, filling it with warm water before continuing on his way.

Once you both are out of ear shot, Lucas mentions how he's glad the two of you are dating, because Billy's gotten a whole lot better. He's still an ass, but old Billy would have tried to scare the shit out of the kids for fun just for staring at him. New Billy was just annoyed.

Max acts like she's disgusted, not at the idea of the two of you being together, but just because Billy is her brother and she's just grossed out by the thought of him with anyone really.

"They are not dating!"

"They totally are, did you not see the way they just interacted!" Mike is whisper yelling.

"Yeah, it was actually kinda..." Lucas shrugged and looked at Mike.

"Domestic," Mike found the word Lucas was looking for.

"Nu-uh! Billy's just moving in, so he should know house rules by now." Max tried to justify what just happened, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms, before sitting back into the couch with a huff.

"That statement really doesn't help your case."

"Trust us, they're dateing."

"Who's dating?" You walk in just then.

"No one!" "Mike and Eleven!" "Max and Lucas!" They all had conflicting answers to your question.

You just raised a brow in confusion at them.

At that moment Billy steps out with his red duffle bag and heads out for work, "Forgot I left my stuff here the other night," he explains as he passes you to the door.

The kids all look at each other, 'The other night?'

"Okay, there's leftovers in the fridge!" You call as he opens the door.

Billy pauses again and backtracks, closing the door, going to the fridge, and opening it. He paused for a moment as if searching, and then he pulls out a Tupperware container with last night's dinner in it, before putting it in his duffle and heading out again, "Thanks," he opens the door, "See you later!"

"See you!" You turn and look back at the kids, "Sorry, what were you saying?"

They kinda just stare at you gobsmacked.

"Nothing."

The kids actually make it there mission for a while to prove to Max that the two of you are together, but all they succeed in doing is getting caught and threatened by Billy to "Fuck off" and "take your sick jokes elsewhere." He doesn't appreciate peeping toms, especially when they're peeping at him.

Still kinda the same old Billy, just much less dramatic.

You notice something's up with Billy though after he gets attacked by the Mind Flyer.

He seems paranoid, tense, and almost bipolar.

You ask him constantly about it when you see him, and at first he tells you its nothing.

You thought his dad found out about him trying to leave because now he doesn't come around your house anymore.

You still see him at the pool, and he'll stop by, but he never stays.

He becomes awkward in conversations, like he's there, but not completely.

You wonder if he's depressed.

Then he starts avoiding you all together after Heather goes missing (of course you didn't know that she'd gone missing).

When you manage to corner him at the pool, Billy seems to revert back to his old High School self.

He's rude and tells you he wants you to stay away from him.

You're honestly really hurt now because you've made so much progress.

He was supposed to be moving in for gods sake.

Little do you know he's just trying to protect you.

You're the last person he wants to hurt.

He's already hurt one of his coworkers.

He almost hurt Mrs. Wheeler.

But you don't know about her.

When the kids try to spy on Billy, your house is the first place they go to.

Max has been sleeping over at Elevens house the past few nights, so she doesn't know he's been actively ghosting you.

"I dont know, he's avoiding me."

They of course thought that was weird, just a few days ago he seemed so comfortable in this house and around you, and suddenly he's giving you the cold shoulder?

"Did you guys get into a fight?" Max is concerned now because she's really hoping Billy is not the host. They're looking for Billy to do very un-Billy things as proof, and this- thus us very un-Billy.

"No, one day he was fine, then the next he acts like he doesn't want to talk to me if he doesn't have to, and now he's avoiding me all together!" You're actually getting very frustrated now.

"Do you guys know something? Did something happen? Is Billy okay?"

"No nothing," You still dont know about what's been going on the past year or so. You weren't there when they caught off the Demigorgon and you weren't there for the fall of the Mind Flyr either. They had to keep it a secret, "Max just noticed he hadn't been around you lately."

"Friends don't lie," Eleven doesn't like that they were hiding Billy's life being in danger. If something happens to him, you would be hurt, and it would partially be their fault for not telling you the truth.

They try to keep Eleven quiet.

Spoiler, it doesn't work.

So they have to tell you everything that's happened since Will disappeared.

You didn't believe them at first of course, but then Eleven shows you her powers and you start to second guess yourself.

It would at least explain Billy's sudden odd behavior, and why Will acted strange after he returned.

Of course you had always blaimed it on PTSD since you didn't know what the kid had truly been through.

Now you see it's much worse than you could have imagined.

So now your in on the madness.

The next place the kids go is the pool.

Shocker, he's there.

"Its too hot outside to be wearing a long sleeve," is your contribution to their debate on whether or not Billy seems like Billy right now.

"True, but light color cloths make it a bit cooler."

Also true.

None of you could see from this distance, that Billy us sweating buckets right now.

But at least the sun isn't hitting him directly, so he skin won't burn and give him another lesion.

The boys are talking about their plan, but your too lost I thought watching Billy to notice them leave you, Max, and Eleven behind.

It was odd to think that this person you were watching wasn't really Billy. He looked like Billy, but he didn't act or think like him.

When the boys come back then fill you in on the plan.

For the most part you're just hiding with Max, but you will come in handy if the real Billy is still in there somewhere.

You show yourself alongside Max.

Billy pauses for a second, like his mind is trying to comprehend that you're a part of this.

"Why?" He actually looks vulnerable and his voice sounds broken, till it slowly contorts into a look of anger and he starts banging o the door.

Your a little unnerved.

And your having flashbacks from back in High School when you and Billy still didn't get along.

He doesn't understand why this is happening to him.

Everything was going great.

He had a job.

He was working on getting out of his father's house.

And he actually felt like he had someone he could trust.

Then you had to go and do this to him.

That's when it occured to him.

He's been treating you like shit these past few days.

And he's done terrible things

Maybe he deserves this.

That's when he screams in frustration, anger, and sadness, before he starts sobbing.

"Its not my fault...."

"Please."

"I'm sorry."

"I didn't mean to."

He's pleading to you and Max with a broken voice and a broken spirit.

For once Billy looks the way he's always felt on the inside.

Desperate, alone, and afraid.

"I'm sorry for the way I treated you."

"It's not my fault, I promise you."

You're the first to approach the door, and Max follows right behind you as she begins to question Billy.

"He made me do it."

When Max questioned him about who "he" was and what "he" made him do, Billy seemed to retreat into himself more.

The sight broke your heart.

After high school, Billy seemed better, and after he started slowly getting away from his father he actually seemed more confident- and not that fake ass peacocking he didn't in school either, like actual confidence.

But now he was fighting something he couldn't get away from.

He slowly lays down on the floor and continues to beg and plead.

He can't even say what he's done.

You almost open the door, till Mike and Eleven stop you.

Your almost on the verge of tears.

"He's my friend....."

"That's not Billy," Mike says sternly.

"He's hurt," you're trying to get them to let you open the door.

But you stop when Will tells you he can feel "him."

Mike backs of first and tells you and Max to get away from the door.

You're confused at first, but you see Billy just as he comes for the window with the piece of tile.

You push yourself away from the door, and take Max with you, saving her from being hurt by the thing posing as her bother.

When Billy manages to get out and starts hurting the kids, you call out to him.

He stops to look at you and you can see the real Billy in his eyes and in his lip that quivers slightly at the edges.

When El starts throwing him around the room all you and Max can do is hold eachother.

Billy had changed, and you all had gotten so close, and now you have to watch someone you have come to love get hurt.

It breaks your heart to see how desperately he wants to fight this thing. He's always tense, like he's trying to hold his body back, and the tear that trails down his face tells you that again, he's so sorry for what he's doing right now.

You're relieved when he runs off because it means that he can't hurt the kids, and they can't hurt him anymore.

Max is glad she at least has you with her.

Sure she has Lucas, but her friends never really liked Billy, so they don't understand why she cares so much.

You go to the hospital with the kids when Nancy and Jonathan take them along.

You pose as Mrs. Driscoll's grandchild as well.

It was terrifying seeing a pile of gore come to life and chase your friends down.

After you all got back to Eleven's house, you can't stop pacing up and down, and you're just making Max more on edge.

I mean who could blame you though.

Those guys at the hospital who turned to mush were under that monsters control, so what was keeping it from doing the same thing to Billy?

What if he dies a horrible painful death? And you can't be there with him?

Max tries to reassure you that everything will be alright.

After all, they've beaten this thing before.

Though it does sound more like she's trying to convince herself more than she is trying to convince you.

You sit down when Max and Mike get into an argument about Eleven. Honestly, after the night you've had, you've just realized how physically, emotionally, and mentally drained you are. You didn't even think you've slept in almost 24 hours - the kids came to your house, you went with them to the pool, you watched Billy till the end of the day when his shift ended, trapt him in the sauna (mind you it was already dark when the Sauna Test went down), craziness happened, went to Eleven's place so she could find Hopper and they could fill him in on what's going on (because apparently the Sharif is in on this madness too), and that's when Nancy and Jonathan arrived with their information on Mrs. Driscoll, and now your here.

Maybe it's been a little more than 24 hours... Perhaps you should lay down...

Meanwhile, Billy is off doing God knows what.

He's trapt in his own mind - completely aware of what's happening but he's unable to do anything about it.

This monster has taken control of him from the inside and the first few days it at least seemed like he had some semblance of control - like he was driving and the monster was sitting in the back seat telling him what to do. Of course at that point he didn't have to listen, but then it started showing him things. It migrated to shotgun and started messing with the steering wheel.

Now it just feels like it's in the driver's seat, but he's bound and gagged in the back passenger seat where he can at least see everything.

It was hard hurting those kids. He had promised Max he would never hurt her friends again, and honestly, because of you he and his little sister had grown closer, and he's actually been relatively happy. He had just been starting to think that maybe, just maybe, Hawkins wasn't so bad and he could stay.

Then shit hit the fan.

He had never seen you so afraid of him in the time he has known you. Not even when you both didn't get along in high school. Back then, you had more of a rebellious fire in your eyes, and no matter what he did to try and snuff it- to make you afraid of him, it only seemed to feed the fire. But back in the sauna...you looked petrified, unsure, on edge, afraid.

Ironic how now that he desperately wants to protect you and Max, you're both can't trust him.

Why is he like this?

Why does he always screw things up?

His mom left him.

His dad hates him.

He was a fuck up all throughout school.

He had shitty friends who, let's be honest, weren't really even his friends.

He hurt- maybe even indirectly killed his coworker.

He almost killed Karen. Oh God, Mrs. Wheeler. He regrets trying to get her to meet him at the hotel. He doesn't even have feelings for her - he just thought she was hot and wanted to get laid, and by an older woman at that. In fact, he had been on his way to meet her when he was attacked.

And now he's probably lost you and Max.

He feels utterly and terribly alone.

When you wake up, it's to the sound of El screaming. She's freaking out because of the vision she just had of talking to Billy.

The conversation about what she just saw was very sobering. You are wide awake now that the possibility of death looms over you, and the sound of screeching from the approaching monster in the distance doesn't help.

It found you.

You all get the house ready - shut the windows, close the blinds, block off possible openings and stand back to back.

You would feel much safer in a basement.

When it comes through the windows, you help Jonathan fight it off to the best of your ability, but you both end up getting thrown around the room.

Thank whatever supernatural being put El on this earth, because you all would have died without her.

Fast forward to you all going to Starcourt Mall

You help Eleven walk because she's injured, and since Steve isn't here, you're mom now.

Apparently everyone was somehow already on to fishy stuff happening? But what do Russians have to do with anything?

You're so worried about El, that bite looks bad. Like, infected bad, but it can't have been more than an hour or two since she got it, so it can't have progressed that quick.

You know something isn't right.

And you are proven correct when you see something wriggling around in the wound.

Props to El, for being so strong when Johnathan tried to remove that nasty thing, and then removing it herself.

They would have had to knock you the fuck out first if that were you- all the nope.

You all know what happens.

Part 8 will hopefully be the end. Idk we'll see, maybe I will get carried away and make it too long and then their will be 9 lol.

Like I did with this imagine. It was only supposed to be one part, but here we are going on 8.

I apologize for this part following season 3 so closely. As you all can tell I like to at least try and make my own content so it doesn't just feel like you're reading the show, and I think my struggles reflect on this part a bit. I have seen season 3 at least 4 times now because I was trying to find a way do this without just basically rewriting the season with the reader patched into it, but it was either this, have the reader just kinda loose contact with Billy and then find out he's "dead" (my denial is showing), or have reader become one of the flayed (let's be honest, not much would probably go on there). Plus this option has the most angst I feel.

Hope y'all are ready for the angst in the next part.

[kpop-pick-me-up]

| Taehyung x Ravenclaw! Reader (fluff) :00 can't | | Wait for the HMC au bby💜 |

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Taehyungxravenclaw! Reader pt. 1/?

A/N- You got it! Sorry it took so long I was adjusting to my new school schedule before I started writing again. And SAME! It's my motivation to keep improving, as I don't want to write/post a HMC au I wouldn't want to read. I wasn't sure if you wanted me to tag you or not,so just let me know for the next parts. Anyways, hope you enjoy sorry if it's absolute garbage :[ I'm going to go back and check it one more time tomorrow to look for any typos I missed, but until then please ignore them.

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The halls were buzzing with excitement all over the castle. You couldn't walk 15 feet without hearing the news about the rumored new students. From what your ears had gathered from students rushed conversations while walking to and from your lessons and the occasional accidental (read: deliberate) snooping, they were international students coming from somewhere in Asia. You were quite uninterested to say the least. (Or so you tried to tell yourself). If anything, you were confused and even a little irked at the news. As rumors tend to lack factual evidence, there's is no telling how many new students you'll be getting, how old they are, when exactly they'll be arriving and last but not least WHY they are coming to hogwarts on the cusp of the first exam season of the year. How inconvenient for the new students and the teachers, to be plopped into a class and then taking an exam on it days later, in a foreign language as you can only assume English isn't their first language. You became so invested in the news however, that you just HAD to solve it. You had to figure out all the answers. You saw it as a challenge: a riddle if you will. This always happens when new rumors surface. You try to convince yourself that you just don't care, that you remain unbothered at all times. But your Ravenclaw spirit sees this as a brain game. You just love the rush of sneaking around and discovering the truth before everyone else. You never share what you discover though, it's just a personal accomplishment that you record in your journal. Sometimes you've gotten into a couple sticky situations but nothing terrible or detention worthy. Just a "Miss L/N, why are you pretending to be a gargoyle above the gardens?" Or a "Can you please stop smelling people's closets, we assure you we will find whoever is taking our gillyweed on our own. " You were so close to solving the last one too. Your money is on one of the Weasley kids. You could've sworn that they left a trail of fallen wet Dill leaves that they used to replace the gillyweed that led all the way back to the Gryffindor common room.

Your steps are quick as you make the last turn to the doors of the great Hall for breakfast, and your quick pace is kept all the way until you're seated at the nearly empty Ravenclaw table. Usually the table is bustling with students shoving food down their throat, chatting up a storm to their friends whose heavy heads are playing a sleepy game of tag with the table or their cereal bowl. This morning, however, you decided to arrive to breakfast as early as possible, for the sole purpose of gathering more information on the new students -but don't get it wrong, you aren't interested in them: no. Your mission to gather information on them stems from the fact that you need to know what to prepare yourself for. More trouble makers? Dear God, you can barely handle the ones you have. Pompous students that strut down the hallways and expect those around them to worship the ground they walk on? Ugh we don't need anymore of those. Snobs? Bullies? Sweet innocent small children? Not likely. But there's so many possibilities. As a Ravenclaw, you prefer to stay on top of things and be prepared for whatever is thrown your way. Your grades are important to you and the last thing you need is trouble right before your exams- ESPECIALLY care for magical creatures .... It is the only class you struggle with and just can't seem to bring your grade up to the same score as all your other classes no matter how hard to try. Hagrid pities you, he really does but you can only lose your projects so many times before he has to subtract it from your grade.

"It's not MY fault the projects can run away on their own" you mutter to yourself before pouring a cup of pumpkin juice standing up to examine the other foods available. Your eyes scan the contents presented on the table over the rim of your goblet as you sip from it. After the second wizarding war in Hogwarts, they partnered with other wizarding schools to help send students all over the world to the school of their choice for different opportunities. As a result of all the different cultures and traditions, the kitchen started loading the table with more diverse food choices at every meal. Clicking your tongue at the delicious looking Ethiopian breakfast dish, you decide to go for something you've had before so you don't upset your stomach before your school day.

By the time you're putting the last bit of scrambled eggs on your plate a few more students have shuffled in for breakfast. You quickly sit and begin to eat keeping your ears open for any news of the supposed newcomers. Again, you really aren't that interested in them you swear.....

However minutes pass of you listening to a young Gryffindor complain about the girl she likes not noticing her, suddenly a conversation that carried over from the Hufflepuff table caught your attention.

"Seven?!" A voice exclaimed.

"keep your voice down!"

You turned your attention to two girls, one Hufflepuff and one Gryffindor. You recognized the first voice to be Kim Yong Sun, and the second as Moonbyul Yi; the both of them seventh year transfers from South Korea during their second year.

"Sorry. But how do you know? There hasn't been any confirmation of them arriving let alone how many there are. " Yongsun eyed Moonbyul skeptically and you can hear the click of her chopsticks being set down from where you're sitting you're listening so closely. You slightly nod in agreement to the conversation you aren't a part of. She's right. There hasn't been any confirmation or factual evidence of transfer students. Yet here you are, sitting in the breakfast hall at 6:05 am on a Friday morning listening to fourth year romance drama and the yawns of a few other students like you're life depends on it. Maybe this is stupid, you should just go back up to bed and let it go. You aren't one for caring about new students or rumors anyways. Maybe you were just looking for something to distract you from the upcoming exams: Yeah, that was probably it. You sigh picking up one last piece of toast making up your mind to take it upstairs with you. Putting the piece of toast in your mouth you place your hands on the table to stabilize you as you swing one leg off of the bench to get up.

"I know one of them." Moonbyul responds quietly. You bite your toast out of surprise causing the rest of it to fall from your mouth as you plop down to straddle the bench with a loud thud while playing hot potato with your toast attempting to save it before it hit the floor. You glace around to see if anyone noticed, but thankfully those there are much too tired to care. You swing your leg back into your seat and continuee to listen to their conversation. Everyone needs a little distraction every now and then right? A hobby? Can snooping be considered a hobby....? I guess you're really doing this again.

"You know them? Really? So they're from South Korea too?" Yongsun asked while beginning to eat again.

"Yep. But I only know one of them pretty well, his name is Kim Seokjin and he's in my year. The rest of them I've only met a few times through him. "

Yongsun pondered what was said before speaking .

"Wait- seven of them..... Are they those loud boys from the music club you were in back home? Some of them are a little young don't you think?"

Moonbyul laughed. "Yep that's them! And no- the youngest of them should be a fourth year right about now."

You figured you had heard enough information to go on and decided to actually go back to your dorm this time. You left your spot at the table and began to make your way back to your room for a quick nap before school began. Your walk back was filled with thoughts of the new kids. "Loud boys? Great." You said bitterly turning down a hall. " What does it have to do with me? From what I heard they are different ages, which will separate them a bit. Maybe none of them will even be in my house, and I won't see them. After all, there's only seven of them and a whole school of other students. I probably won't even notice them. "

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A fork clinked gently against a goblet, and McGonagall rose to her feet. "May I have your attention please."

The loud dinner chatter quieted down almost immediately and all heads turned to the teacher's table.

"Thank you." She placed her goblet down before returning her gaze to the students. "As many of you have heard, there are rumors going around that Hogwarts will be accepting some new students. It is my pleasure to finally put these rumors to rest- "

A chorus of disappointed sighs and groans rang through the hall, looks like they weren't getting new students after all. You almost let out a disappointed sigh but caught yourself. You didn't want new students, they were a distraction and a nuisance. Right? I mean... It was a little bit of a disappointment considering all the hard work and snooping you had been doing recently. Your friend group doesn't spread rumors much, so everything you knew had been from eaves dropping and hiding, like the gargoyle incident. You guess you sat up there for 45 minutes all for nothing.

"-excuse me please quiet down." The students all shut their mouths quickly, afraid of angering her. "As I was saying, I am happy to finally introduce to you our new students from South Korea." The hall erupted into excited chatter, girls and boys alike fawning over whether or not the newcomers were attractive, nice, mean or any other possibility, like you have been for weeks ever since you overheard the students chatting about it outside the potions cupboard you were in when the rumors first started.

Clearing her throat the headmaster gave a sharp warning look to all the students, again silencing them. "As you know, usually transfer students come on the first day of school with the first years to get sorted. However, there was a couple issues regarding the ministry during their application process, so they arrived later than usual. I have no doubts that you will all make them feel very welcome here." She waved her hand as a signal to Filtch, who scampered out of the Great Hall, returning only a few moments later with a trail of students behind him.

Seven. There was seven of them just like you'd heard about this morning. You feel your chest swell with pride. You did good for a half assed Snoop mission. They were all male, and most looked to be around your age, and you'd be lying if you said they weren't in the least bit attractive. You scowled internally knowing that their looks would be all you'd hear about during your study sessions in the common room.

The sorting hat was brought in and the sorting began. McGonagall unrolled a small piece of parchment and read off the first name "Jung Hoseok", and you held your breath as the first boy made his way up.

He looked rather pleasant. His bright face was framed with medium length brown hair, and his smile was wide. He was practically glowing as he sat on the stool. There was a few moments of silence before the hat shouted out a loud "Hufflepuff!" And the hall clapped while McGonagall lead him to the proper table.

Slowly one by one each of the other boys went up. There was another Hufflepuff, his name was Park Jimin, and a Gryffindor whose name was Jungkook. 'So far so good' you think to yourself.

The next boy to go was called Kim Namjoon. He was tall and had a pair of square modern glasses perched on his nose, the legs of the glasses covered by his messy silvery gray hair. He's a bit taller than most of the others so the stool looked comically small beneath his long legs which he had stretched out for his feet to rest on the heels of his shoes. He radiated nerves with his hands rubbing up and down his black pants and his cheek pulled in slightly as he chewed on it. You were too lost in thought to realize it had been almost an entire minute of silence when the hat announced a very loud "RAVENCLAW!"

You felt your face scrunch up a bit but clapped anyway. I mean, it's only one of them and he looks rather pleasant; not too loud or obnoxious. He looks put together-maybe a little clumsily- but still respectable. You watched him take a seat and shake hands with other students. Yeah, he seems pretty ok. Instead of paying attention you continued to study the boy. After all, there's only a small chance one of the last three would be a Ravenclaw. The next name which you recognized as the boy Moonbyul knew, Kim Seokjin but blocked it out after that.

Namjoon seemed to be getting along nicely with the other students at the table. His smile was friendly and welcoming and his demeanor calm and assured.

"GRYFFINDOR"

You clapped absent mindedly as you continued to watch Namjoon become much less nervous than he had been up on the stool. His eyes gleaming and his honey skin shining in the great Hall lights giving off a faint golden glow. He literally held the presence of a god. You were beginning to doubt what Yongsun had said about them being loud as you watched the next boy climb up to the stool, and you looked around at the other new students and noticed they all were pretty quiet and calm, aside from Jungkook whose cheeks had flushed pink as Seokjin had an arm thrown over his shoulders supposedly boasting about what you heard to be his "handsome face", and his "baby boy kookie" . You really did seem to have nothing to worry about, it was just your anxiety that made you so scared of newcomers.

"RAVENCLAW"

Again you applauded without thinking before you froze. You looked back up to the stool and watched a boy about as tall as Namjoon bounce excitedly over to Namjoon and plop down right next him with a loud "Namjoon-hyung!" Followed by a box shaped smile and a joyful giggle. His eyes were dark to match his fluffy long ish hair that looked unsually soft. He was much louder than his friend Namjoon, you could hear his introductions and laugh travel down to your seat of the table, enabling you to hear his name: Kim Taehyung. You glared lightly at him sizing him up when suddenly your glare was met with bright cheerful eyes. 'Dont blush you're not interested, dont' You felt your face contort into a look of shock and heat slowly rise to your face before Taehyung sent you a wide boxy smile that caused his eyes to crinkle into small crescents, a sight that made you flush even more - you couldn't deny he was attractive. 'no no no no no-' At the sight of your blush you heard him laugh out a loud "cute", turning your face to an even darker shade of red than you had even thought possible. Those near him followed his gaze and laughed a little bit at your red face and a few "awww Y/N"'s and "oooh get it girl" were sent your way. You quickly tore your eyes away from his and shoveled the food down your throat causing you to choke on it, your hands grasped for your drink which a panicked seatmate handed you. You chugged half of it down before sputtering out a few coughs.

"Are you okay Y/N?" The same seatmate asked with a concerned look.

You nodded noticing that most of your table had now focused their attention on you. Embarrassment now completely took over your body as you shot up from your seat so fast you hit your knee off of the table and knocked your drink over to spill all over your robes. You let out a sound of frustration but you didn't let it stop you from your mission: to get out of the great Hall and to hide under your covers until morning. You turned and walked out as fast as you could ignoring the calls and stares you felt from the table. You made it outside of the great Hall and began to sprint down the halls all the way to the common room door.

Gasping out the password you don't even wait for the door to open all the way before you push inside the common room and up the steps to your dorm room. You slam the door shut and fall on the floor, the only sound in the room being your loud labored breathing and your wild heartbeat. After a few moments your breathing calmed down and it finally hit you what you had just done.

"oh my God I'm such an idiot! Why couldn't I just let this one go? " You stood up and stomped your way to your dresser and ripped out some night clothes. "Was your life really this boring? You could've just ignored the new students. You could've just not given a damn but no. " You slammed the drawer shut and went into the bathroom to begin changing. Aggressively taking off your sticky pumpkin juice covered robes with a grunt "You just HAD to get involved in the rumors. You KNOW you can't let something go once you commit to it. You shouldn't have even committed to it. Hell, you should've stopped after you were caught snooping around the class attendance lists" You slid on your night clothes and picked up your robes to take a closer look at them with a sigh.

"now I have to wash my robes tomorrow because YOU have no self control and can't stop being nosy." You glared at yourself in the mirror, sticking your tongue out at the reflection.

Exiting the bathroom you ball up your robes and place them in your hamper. You have calmed down significantly, the steam and anger from the embarassing moment in the hall finally wearing off. With a inhuman groan you dragged your hands down the sides of your face. "He's just a boy. All he did was smile at me... And call me cute...." Your thoughts drifted off to his cute box smile, and twinkling brown eyes. You abruptly sat up with a determined look. "No. No no no no. You don't have time for crushes, you only have one more week till exams and you aren't letting your grades slip just because a cute boy happens to join your house. Just ignore him. It's easy as that. " You pull your covers down and flop into bed.

A couple hours had passed, and you pretended to sleep when all your dormmates came up to bed one by one. Eventually after some tossing and turning you sigh. Your mind is full of that stupid boy, and the way he called you cute. So much for not even noticing the new kids.

~DeepSheep

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Recap/review 15.06: “Golden Time”

THEN: Dean and Cas had a fight. Sam killed Rowena, and she took all the souls that escaped from Hell with her. Boy, that was a short THEN.

NOW: Rowena's apartment. Cool music. A neighbor named Jessie knocks on "Mrs. MacLeod's" door and asks if she's okay, since they haven't seen her in a while. Getting no response, she whispers some non-English words into the keyhole and the door opens. Jessie is smug and self-satisified, but as she ransacks the place, she doesn't seem to find anything of value. She smashes anything breakable, dumps the contents of drawers onto the floor, and gets angrier and angrier, asking "where is the good stuff?" Then her nose starts bleeding and she coughs up blood and attempts to crawl to the door but doesn't make it. RIP, Jessie.

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Bunker. Sam is doing research, finding things like "It's A Miracle! Baby Parts Lake Superior!" and "Saint Mary Appears on Three Cheese Pizza." Are these random crazy articles, or is Chuck actually performing random crazy miracles? Sam detects some weirdness, but doesn't see what we can see - a ripple in the air behind him. Uh oh. Looks like the MotW is the Predator.

Dean enters, wearing the dead guy robe and pajama pants in a hot dog print (!!!) and eating cereal out of the box. He's delighted that they still print jokes on the box. "What's round and bad tempered? A vicious circle!" Sam is not amused. "I've been looking for signs of God or Lilith and you've been in your room eating cereal?" Dean adds that he's also been marathoning Scooby Doo (waves to the Continuity Fairy) and asks Sam if he's found anything. Apparently Sam doesn't consider Pizza Mary to be actual evidence of Chuck, so he says no. During this conversation, Dean has taken a box of muesli off the shelf - clearly Sam's cereal - and taken a bite. He makes a face and goes for a box of Cocoa Crunch instead. This whole thing is (1) funny, and (b) the kind of watching-the-guys-live-their-lives scene that I adore. But I also wonder why we're seeing Dean eat so much lately. Is it performative on Dean's part? See, look, I'm eating and drinking all the time, I must be okay? Or is it performative on the writers' part? See, you guys think it's cute the way Dean eats, so we're going to have him eating and drinking ALL THE GODDAMN TIME? Or, I don't know. Maybe he's a stress eater. Maybe he's just hungry. (How about that three cheese pizza?)

Sam asks if he noticed "anything weird" when he came in. Dean didn't, and he asks if Sam had another vision. Sam says he hasn't had one since the last episode, and he thinks maybe they stopped. Which is good for Sam, but not so much for me, because DAMN if his visions aren't entertaining. Dean's not convinced - he thinks the visions will return until God finds them.

Elsewhere. Simmzy's Bait and Tackle. I'm sure Simmzy is a shoutout to someone associated with the Show. Oh, good, Cas is here. I was hoping we'd get an episode where half of it is dedicated to a Cas storyline that has nothing to do with the Winchesters. I love when that happens.

Simmzy himself (aw, hell, I don't know what his name is but I'm calling him Simmzy) shows up, calling Cas "Clarence." (That's two for the Continuity Fairy.) Apparently Clarence is a regular here. He's been fishing often enough that the fish are anticipating him. (Sidebar: Throwaway comment, metaphor, or foreshadowing? Discuss.) He mentions a "friend who always praised fishing for its meditative qualities." IT'S DEAN. THE FRIEND IS DEAN.

He notices Simmzy, whose first name is Andy, tipping a bottle of alcohol into his cup (and now I hope this guy isn't Simmzy, because Andy Simmzy is a stupid name) and asks if everything is okay. Andy tells him he helped pull the body of a missing kid out of the lake this morning. The kid looked like he drowned, except he was drained of his blood. Did you do an autopsy, Andy?

Elsewhere. Sam is jogging!!! Unfortunately, it looks like a cold rainy day, so he's wearing long sleeves and long pants, and he has a hood over his head. (Shakes angry fist at Vancouver Kansas weather.) Yes, it's definitely a cold day, because he can see his breath. Oh, no, wait. He looks concerned about that, so it must be a ghost. He lowers his hood (thank you baby Jesus) and looks around and sees the Predator-like shimmering air and then it resolves into... Eileen? It's Eileen! (Yes, this was a surprise, because I cover the names of the guest stars.) She's clearly a ghost, because they've used the Supernatural Ghost Makeup Protocol (foundation to cover the pink of her lips, no blush.) "Hi Sam," she says, with a little wave.

Okay, I’m going to end this excerpt here, because Tumblr won’t let me make a “read more” cut and I don’t want anyone to have to scroll through miles of nonsense and prettiness. But there is nonsense, and there is pretty, if you want to read the rest on my LJ.