#greet him or im stabbing you with my nails

[geminibsworld]

fingertips - t.b

summary: enemies to lovers

warning: cussing, smoking, drinking, smut & infidelity

pt.2

“mike!” Priscilla shouts, brushing down her school uniform. her feet padding on the wooden floor below her. she enters her bedroom and sits on her bed. she pulls up her her thigh highs, before slipping her mary jane’s on.

“mike!” she yells again, as she buckles them. she sits up, making sure her dutch braids feel even. she mumbles to herself, before grabbing her glasses putting them on before she stands up grabbing her bag and walking down the stairs.

she sees mike, and his airpods in his ears as he stares at his phone. she rolls her eyes before walking up to him. she sighs annoyingly, looking at the time on her phone. mikes eyes finally meet pricilla’s.

“oh, hi baby, is it time to go?” he asks, setting down his phone and taking out his airpods and placing them in the case. he stands up giving her a quick kiss on her cheek before grabbing his bag. she follows him out the door, slamming the door behind her.

“are you upset with me?” he asks, turning around his brown eyes meeting her hazel eyes. she frowns and shakes her head.

“no- i have thing about being on time and ready to go. you know this,” she shrugs, rolling her eyes. mike grabs pricilla’s hand, entwining their fingers.

“baby, you stress too much. too easily.” he says, a small chuckle escaping his lips, she glances up at him.

“you relax too much,” she says, emphasizing ‘too much,’ mike scoffs next to her, shaking his head.

“im just trying to help,” he says, shaking their hands playfully.

“you would help me if you actually paid attention to these things,” priscilla looks at him sternly. mike rolls his eyes, going quiet.

“mike!” a voice calls behind them, priscilla instantly groans out loud. mike glances at her, before snapping his head to look behind them.

“hey tommy boy,” mike laughs, letting go of her hand. pricilla stops turning around seeing, Tom, mikes best friend. he grins, as mike and him and do a handshake that they do every time they greet each other.

tom annoyed priscilla, more than anything. his tall, lean frame, his wavy brown hair, his blue eyes, that she’s noticed change color in certain light, everything annoyed him. he was like mike, careless, not stressed, ever and was the biggest man whore she’s ever met. he was a nuisance to her, tom thought pricilla’s hatred was funny. infact, he always pushed her buttons, too much. he was always laughing at her, teasing her, annoying her, she wanted to punch him desperately. to the point, her fist is always balled up especially when he’s around. pricilla used to have a crush on tom, before she even met mike. she always thought tom was cute, not anymore though.

“ah! my favorite annoyance!” tom’s voice, erupted a big smile on his face as he approached her. mike walks next to him, talking about fortnite or some other game they play together.

“get the hell away from me,” priscilla hisses, turning around spinning on her heel and trying to walk away faster. but tom, he always caught up with her. he jogged slightly to catch up with her, mike now scrolling through tiktok’s.

“for a short girl, you move pretty fast,” tom jokes, a smirk on his face. pricilla rolls her eyes at him, he glances down at her shoes.

“especially in mary jane’s, so cute by the way,” he says, priscilla looks at him making a face of disgust. they approached the school, pricilla wanted to run away but with ice and snow on the ground and school, she couldn’t.

“do you not have any other friends?” pricilla snaps, tom laughs clearly not taking her serious. pricilla stops raising her brows, her lips parting slightly. they face each other now, mike was still a few feet away. tom smirks down on her, glancing at mike.

“i do, unfortunately they’re not as fun as you are,” he says, his smooth and low. priscilla’ fist balls up, her nails digging into her palm. she could feel her nails stabbing her, she didn’t care. she was so angry.

“unfortunately, i don’t like you. only reason you’re around, is because of mike, okay?” she says, in a stern voice. tom scoffs, adjusting his back pack.

“yeah? you sure about that?” tom says, for once serious. priscilla clenched her jaw as mike approached them, he laughs at a tiktok before looking up at tom and pricilla. he puts his phone away, and wraps an arm around her.

“you guys ready?” mike says, pressing a small kiss to the side of her head. priscilla glares into tom’s eyes, unballing her fist. tom swallows before responding to mike.

“never,” he jokes, like nothing was said and nothing happened. she hated about him, he just moves on too fast. tom begins to walk away, mike entwines their fingers again going inside. pricilla glares at the back of tom’s head.

they walk into the warm school, students and teachers in the hall. priscilla lets out a small breath as she approaches her locker, letting go of mikes hand. tom and mike start talking again, this time about sports. they always talked about things pricilla never cared about, she honestly doesn’t know how she and mike work. she loves him, and everything but when tom’s around everything is different and he’s always around, that’s how pricilla views it anyways.

“babe, im gonna go to my first class okay?” mike says, giving priscilla a quick kiss on her cheek. tom stands off to the side, a small playful smirk on his lips. she knows he’s going to say something, he always says something.

“good luck,” she says to mike, he smiles and nods before leaving the two of them. priscilla makes her way to her class, hoping tom won’t say anything to her or follow her.

“wow, what a kiss huh?” he jokes, next to her. pricilla wants to scream, and that might her look like she has mental health issues so she doesn’t. she screamed internally, while also wanting to bash his head in with a metal chair. priscilla glances at him, nodding slowly.

“oh yeah, forgot you’re an expert,” she scoffs, “you definitely have fucked every girl in this school, at least once,” priscilla rolls her eyes, yanking open the classroom door, hoping she’d hit him. tom laughs, before holding the door for them as they walk in. tom follows quickly behind her as she sits down at her desk, tom slides in the desk next to her.

“yeah? you jealous?” he asks, she could hear the arrogant smirk in his voice. she shoots him a glare, taking off her glasses and wiping them on her sleeves. other students fill the room, the first bell rings as the teacher walks in.

“oh yeah, soo jealous,” she mumbles sarcastically. tom laughs next to her, pulling out his laptop. she rolls her eyes putting on her glasses. the second bell rang and the teacher begins his lesson.

the teacher, Mr. william, told the students to pull out their books. he didn’t have a plan or lesson technically, he just wanted them to read. tom leans back in his seat, starting the book. pricilla glances at him, before crossing her legs. her skirt riding up, exposing the thigh highs she wore. they were definitely scandalous to say the least, black and lacy. her foot shook anxiously, as she read. tom’s hands making the book seem so much smaller than what the book was to priscilla. she stared at his hands, admiring how the rings looked on his fingers.

tom was taking glances at her thigh highs, he loved her legs yet the thigh highs made them look so sexy. tom’s eyes would glance to the pages, then to her thighs like clock work. he rarely got to see her thighs, at all. he loved them, he’d imagine his hands on her thighs all the time. his eyes glance back down to the page, before he looked at priscilla watching her. her foot bounced as she chewed her bottom lip, he glanced down at the pages, before he looks up again. he sees priscilla her eyes staring at something, he didn’t know what. she looked like she was in deep thought, he decides to look where her eyes were, his eyes follow her glance leading them to his hand on the desk. he smirks to himself, before adjusting his hand his hand wraps around the edge of the table. he glances towards her, seeing her now reading her face hiding in the book.

priscilla hated tom, she could feel his eyes. he caught her staring at his hands. how embarrassing, she wanted to hit him with her book.

*

later in the day, tom followed priscila and mike back to priscilla’s parents house . mike was talking about his day, and was trying to get priscilla to talk about her day. tom was surprisingly quiet, it made priscilla happy but so nervous.

“babe, tom’s coming over okay? he’s my partner on a project- i need him,” mike says, playfully glancing back at tom.

“whatever,” she grumbles, she unlocks her parents house. she pushes the door open, throwing her bag down in the chair next to the door. she takes off her coat, as tom and mike sit on the couch. she heads into the kitchen grabbing two water bottles, when tom walks in. they run into each other, tom’s quick to bend down and grab the bottles.

“shit, sorry,” he says, his eyes glancing at her thighs as he stands from his squatting position. he stands up slowly, one of his hands holding both water bottles. she glances down at his hand, before meeting his gaze. he was staring at her, intensely. she wanted to look at away, it was almost as if he was hypnotizing her.

“ya know, you should take a picture. it just might last longer,” he says, a boyish smile on his lips, priscilla backs up instantly, quickly playing off a scoff rolling her eyes.

“shut up- i was thinking and spaced out,” priscilla says, unsure of what she was even saving. she felt nervous and embarrassed. she could feel her cheeks heating up, she felt so silly.

“sure,” he says laughing, walking backwards giving her a wink as he enters the living room. pricilla wanted to punch him yet again. she wanted nothing to do with him, yet he was invading her thoughts like it was nothing.

*

the next day, pricilla’s foot anxiously tapped against the metal pole that supported her desk. she chewed on her lip, she was anxious and mad. the relationship between her and mike was weird, mike isn’t into sex or intimacy, which is fine, but she hasn’t had sex in a year and it was really getting to her. she was so angry all the time, so frustrated, so upset. tom was constantly on her mind, all the time. his smell, his stupid smirk, and hypnotizing eyes. she was mad, she began to feel bad for mike but yet she wanted tom. she was mad at herself, and tom. she knew that he knew what she was doing. it was obvious, painfully obvious. she chewed on her lip, tasing blood. she let go of her lip, setting her pencil down and pulling her phone out. the black screen with her reflection, she looked at her lip before turning on her phone completely.

two texts from tom was on her lockscreen, she used her face id to look at the messages.

‘i know you’re thinking about me’

‘is it hot?’

she furrowed her brows at the messages looking up, she crossed her legs looking up from her phone. she saw tom looking at his lap, clearly looking at his phone. he had a grin on his face, she could see his smile lines. she quickly replies back.

‘fuck off,’

she presses send. shutting off her phone once again, sliding it into her bag. she finished the rest of the paper, as she stood up and walked it to the front setting down the paper on top of the table. she walked back glancing at tom. he was already watching her. their eyes meet, he raises his brows a small smile on his face as he looks back to his phone. silently priscilla curses him out, imagining picking up the desk by her and throwing it at him.

she sat down at her desk beginning to get her things together as the bell rang, she almost sprinted out of the classroom. mike waits outside next to the lockers, she could feel’s eyes on the back of her head. she ignored the heart palpitations and butterflies, she yanked mike into her pulling him into a deep kiss. smashing her mouth into his, mikes hands land on her waist gently pushing her off. her hands gripping his shirt, she lets out a small whine.

“babe, c’mon, be serious,” mike jokes, pressing a small kiss to her forehead. priscilla rolls her eyes, letting go of mike.

“you never want to do anything,” priscilla sighs, mike entwines their fingers as they begin to leave. mike lets out a groan, priscilla snaps her head to look at him. mike shrugs, before a dry laugh escapes his lips.

“it’s not that i don’t want to do anything, i just don’t think it’s important,” he says in the kindest voice he can muster. she knew he was upset, but she was upset too.

“mike wants to save himself for his ‘soulmate’,” tom says sneaking up behind them, priscilla looks at mike then tom then back to mike again.

“why haven’t you ever told me this before?” she asks, pouting almost ignoring tom. her shoes clicked on the aluminum floor as they left the building the cold sweeping across her exposed legs as they stepped out.

“i thought i did,” he shrugs, turning to start talking to tom about something that happened in their class together. priscilla went to respond but nothing came out. she walked alone, listening to the hustle of the city. occasionally hearing a laugh from tom or mike.

they approached the priscilla’s parents house. priscilla just wanted to be alone, away from everyone. she went to open the door as she stopped, before turning around and closing the door. mike and tom stopped talking and looked at her.

“i think i would like to be alone, today.” priscilla speaks frowning slightly, before turning around not waiting for their replies and heads into the house. she slams the door being her, and immediately starts her way up to her room. she throws her bag down on a chair, unzipping the bag pulling out her phone, she presses the power button before throwing her phone the bed.

she begins to undress from her school uniform, kicking off her shoes then grabbing a pair of her shorts and a cropped t shirt. she laid down on her bed, grabbing her phone. the screen showed two messages from Tom and Mike.

Tom-

what’s your problem?

Mike-

i love you!

she types to mike first of course texting back, then messaging Tom.

her-

my problem? you’re my problem

Tom-

you mad your boyfriend won’t fuck you?

priscilla gasps, furrowing her brows angrily.

her-

you don’t know what my boyfriend and i do, our business. our relationship.

Tom-

please. i know everything about your relationship. mike tells me everything. plus, you’re so uptight it’s obvious

her-

what’s so obvious?

tom-

you need to be fucked? obviously?

her-

you’re disgusting

tom-

want to find out how disgusting i really am? been dying to show you. bet you’d look so pretty on my cock.

the text sent shockwaves through her, the type of shockwaves where she was aching. she clenched her thighs, feeling a wave of excitement course through her. she couldn’t help but picture it. she’d heard rumors he was big, and she couldn’t help but him. she hated him, yet she wanted him so bad. she went to reply when he sent another text.

tom-

you’re thinking about it. i know you are, i know how to tame brats. you’d be begging for more when im done with you.

she rubbed her thighs together, creating a friction her shorts rubbing her. she was turned on, so badly she felt like she’d never been touched before. soaking her panties, probably her shorts.

her-

im good, i have mike.

she felt guilty, yet she wanted to give into temptation so bad. her body was begging her too, she wanted to so bad.

tom-

he wouldn’t know what to do with you.

priscilla groans loudly, she hated him. she couldn’t help feel so turned on, she didn’t know if it was tom or if it was her just being horny.

her-

and you do?

she wanted to throw her phone across the room as she went that reply, instead she sat it on her bed. she closes her eyes, her hands dig into her hair frustratingly. she feels a vibration, she pulls her hand out of her hair and sees a text from tom.

tom-

yeah i do. wanna find out?

[pastanest]

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Spencer Reid x British she/her!reader

Nice To Meet Ya

“There’s no racial motive, but the unsub is only targeting males.” JJ begins the discussion, her eyes not leaving the folder in her hands as her words float to the rest of the team onboard the jet.

Derek shrugs. “It’s gotta be a male - he feels threatened by other guys entering his territory.”

Rossi shakes his head. “But his murders arent frenzied, he’s calm, sophisticated; not like a wild animal. There’s some object of infatuation within the area, he attacks before any of these men can get to it.”

Spencer frowns. “He’s under the impression that whatever he’s possessive over is already his, he can protect it from afar and keep it for himself.”

Hotch speaks up. “We need to find out what his infatuation is. JJ and Derek, I’d like you to examine the first crime scene. Rossi, you and Reid are the best of us to investigate the town itself.”

Spencer shuffles awkwardly in his seat. “Why?”

JJ smiles at him. “You’re young enough to not look like an agent, and Rossi’s Italian.”

The team chuckles, before their focus falls back on their folders.

As soon as he sets foot outside of the police station, Spencer notices the words ‘Tourist Tracker’ are plastered on the front page of every local newspaper he sees. They really couldnt come up with a better title for this unsub? He shakes his head and carries on walking. Rossi chuckles as he notices the newspapers. One of the biggest downsides to being invited to a case late: the media gets ahold of it. The town is on full alert. At first, people assumed the stabbings on the edge of town were random altercations, robberies gone wrong; it took far too long for the authorities to consider this the work of a serial offender. Five men had already been stabbed to death. A single, precise stab to the heart.

For Spencer’s first task of investigation, he has been sent to library, much to his own relief. A library was the closest thing to a version of heaven that Spencer had ever experienced: thousands of books and minimal human interaction, it was sheer bliss. He had been sent to investigate significance of a particular book that the unsub had left at a crime scene. After talking with the victim’s family, they knew the book was not something he would have had with him, and it was up to Spencer to deduce what had caused the unsub to leave this particular book beside a dead man.

As he rounds the corner, Spencer notices a woman locking the door to the library building, and he panics. Sprinting over to her, he accidentally startles her, but much to his surprise, she smiles at him.

“Hello! You’re not a familiar face!” Her greeting is warm, her voice and accent delightful the moment it reaches Spencer’s ears. A British girl, lord have mercy.

He takes a moment to respond, shocked at someone seemingly excited to speak to him. “No, Im not. Im-“

She interrupts him. “Wait, dont tell me, student or qualified Doctor?”

Spencer frowns in confusion. “Doctor, how did you know?”

She smiles and nods, eyeing him up and down. “Well, Doctor, you are the only person I have seen nail that fashion outside of tv, so congratulations on that! Is there something you needed?”

He blinks rapidly and awkwardly grabs for the book in his satchel. “Yes, sorry, could you tell me about this book?”

She gasps at the sight of it. “Oh my god! Where did you find it!?!”

Spencer passes it to her. “It’s probably best if you dont know that.”

His ambiguity doesnt bother her as she turns the book over in her hands, completely enthralled by it. “This has always been one of my favourites. It was stolen from the library last week! We have multiple versions, I assumed a kid stole it but couldnt think why. Lord Of The Rings isnt exactly the first book I’d consider steal-worthy.” Her eyes widen and she looks up at Spencer. “Let’s put her back where she belongs!”

With that, she unlocks the library doors and rushes inside. If Spencer wasnt already convinced she was the librarian, the certainty in which she ran to a specific aisle and shelf within the building was a real teller.

“Do you have any security cameras?” Spencer asks as he turns on his heel and admires the floors of books.

“In a library? Nah!” She chuckles, walking back over to him. “So, now Im not touching it, tell me what gruesome hole of goo you found that book in.” She crosses her arms over her chest and Spencer knows it’s useless arguing with her.

“It was found next to one of the murder victims, we have reason to believe the killer placed if by him and we dont know why.” He explains.

She raises her eyebrows. “You’re a Doctor in the FBI?” She facepalms. “Of course you are! Why didnt I get that? Bloody hell. A non-familiar face hasnt been in town since that guy started killing people! Of course you’re with the FBI!”

Spencer shakes his head, stopping her ramble. “What makes you so sure the unsub is a man?”

She shrugs. “Easy, the men dont have anything in common, not a single personality trait that would link them as romantic interests of one person, and women are only driven to kill that many men who have wronged her; and speaking from experience, the main list of men that heterosexual or bisexual women contemplate killing is filled with her ex’s. None of the men were gay either, so it wasnt romantic.”

The agent’s eyes widen, slightly alarmed at her casual suggestion that she’s considered killing one or more of her ex’s, but he hopes she’s joking. “How do you know all of that!?!”

She casually walks past him, heading for the exit, and he stumbles after her. “A girl’s gotta protect herself, so I did my research to see if I needed to take up karate lessons.”

Once they’re back on the street, she locks the library door again, while Spencer recovers from that quick burst of intelligence.

“Anyway, I hope you catch the guy. Let me know if I can do anything to help!” She calls.

Spencer’s head snaps up. “Wait, I didnt ask your-“ but by the time he looks down the street, she’s already disappeared.

He’s still beating himself up about his impoliteness in forgetting to ask her name when he finds himself standing in the local bar. The ticket he had to purchase to enter the scene undetected was in his pocket, and it was identical to the ticket found in the second victim’s hand. No alcohol was found in his system, and bouncers confirmed they’d never seen him. It’s a decently tight-knit community, everyone knows someone who knows someone else and they know everyone. This unsub’s signature is leaving items with his victim’s that do not belong to them, and thus far there has been no connection made between the items.

A particular smile catches the young genius’s eye, and when his gaze returns, he realises it’s her. The spaghetti strap, deep purple glitter number that hugged her body in the best way was enough to send Spencer’s head spinning.

To make matters worse, she‘s laughing, dancing, grinding on her friends, running her hands through her hair. She’s having the time of her life. Spencer realises he’s staring when she glances over in his direction and catches him in the act. He coughs and acts distracted, looking to his wrist at a watch he isnt wearing.

“Hey Doctor! I didnt expect to see you here!” She shouts over the music.

Spencer is stop light red, and for the first time in his life he’s genuinely thankful for strobe lights.

“Still on duty!” He shouts back.

She pouts sadly before she returns to her usual smile. “Guess there’s no point in asking you to dance, I’ll just give you this instead!”

She pulls a pen from her small strap purse and holds her hand out. Spencer takes her hand in a strange sort of handshake, then she abruptly turns his hand, rolls his shirt sleeve up, and writes her phone number on his arm, before rolling his sleeve back down and hiding it. Standing on her tiptoes, she leans close to his ear.

“The girl you were just staring at is called (Y/N), by the way.” She giggles before running back over to her friends.

Spencer truly cant believe his luck. She gave him her number, and was considerate enough to do it in a way that none of the team would see. What a woman.

Spencer happens to see her on both Saturday and Sunday after that. On Saturday, she was browsing flower’s in the florists opposite the trash can that was in a photograph found in the throat of the third victim. On Sunday, she jogged round the corner and directly into him as he followed a set of directions from a specific landmark in the town, found in the trouser pocket of the fourth victim. On Saturday, he was too far away to form a conversation with her, but the two of them shared a smile. On Sunday, they had a conversation that mainly consisted of laughing about how they kept bumping into each other. None of the victims had any connection to (Y/N), so Spencer had ruled out the possibility of her being anything more than an innocent resident of the town.

On Monday, while on his way to the grocery store where the unsub had purchased a bell pepper found in the fifth victim’s vomit, Spencer decides to visit the library and formally apologise to (Y/N) for not already calling her. But, she wasnt there. The member of staff who was at the desk told Spencer it was (Y/N)’s day off, and he left the library feeling scolded by fate. Of course, the two of them could randomly meet every single day for three days, but when he went looking for her she was nowhere to be found. He continues his walk to the grocery store with a strong sense of irritating irony.

As soon as he arrives at the grocery store, though, his anger evaporates into the air, because there she is. Her tongue sticks out of the corner of her mouth slightly as she browsers different vegetables, crouching on the floor to reach the bottom shelf. Fate was on his side after all. The bell rings at the door to announce Spencer’s entrance, and when (Y/N) looks up, she immediately beams in pleasant surprise.

“Hey Doctor! Fancy seeing you here!” They both chuckle at her greeting as she stands up and walks over to him.

“Hey (Y/N)! Im technically still on duty, but I need to apologise for not calling you sooner, I’ve just-“

She places a finger on his lips to shush him. “You’re literally in the FBI, I understand you’re busy.”

They both chuckle again.

“So, what’re you doing here?” Spencer immediately regrets asking a question with such an obvious answer.

“Oh y’know, the most exhillerating task of my Mondays: the weekly shop!” Despite her knowing his question was a little silly to ask, she answers honestly without making a fool of him. Spencer cant express how much he appreciates that.

“And what British delicacy are you planning to cook with all of that?” He gestures to the basket of groceries hanging from her hand.

She smiles. “Vegetable stir-fry! Only the most British dishes in my household!”

Spencer laughs, both of them fully aware that stir-fries are the furthest thing from a British delicacy.

He walks with her as she pays for her groceries, and before he can object, (Y/N) says she has to get home and start cooking right away. It’s 3pm, Spencer knows she’s just being kind and leaving him to do what he was sent to do, he wishes she’d stop doing things to make him fall for her. Spencer asks the man at the cash point to print off a record of every bell pepper purchase in the past 2 weeks, since the bell pepper in the victim’s vomit was fresh with no signs of mould and the man was murdered the previous week. Unfortunately, there had been a problem with the security cameras in the grocery store for months and they didnt have the money to get them fixed, so there would still be no footage of the unsub.

Spencer arrives back at the police station to confront his team with the dooming realisation that he found nothing of note. When he finds his team surrounding a vase of flowers, though, his mood changes.

“They have to be from the unsub.” Derek comments, passing a small note to JJ.

Spencer darts over to JJ. “Can I see that?”

JJ nods, her curiosity over Spencer’s alarm evident on her face as she passes him the note.

She’s mine.

Spencer’s blood runs cold. The flowers in the vase are deep purple daisies, the same shade as her dress on Friday night. The picture of the trash can was opposite the florist these flowers were likely purchased from. The book was one of her favourites, from her library. The directions crossed her jogging path. The bell pepper was purchased from her local grocery shop, by the victim who was killed exactly a week ago, on the day of her weekly shop for groceries. And the purple string that is tying the flowers together in the vase isnt a string at all. It’s one of the spaghetti straps from her dress.

“I know what his infatuation is. We need to go now, I’ll explain on the way!” Spencer’s words were rushed, panicked, and he’s already speeding out of the door, the rest of the team following him.

As quickly as he possibly can, he informs the team of every occasion he had seen/spoken to her. Clearly, someone had been stalking her, and anyone watching her would notice her getting close to a member of the FBI, which would lead to them knowing they’d be identified sooner or later. Spencer had been blinded by his own desire for her to not be in any danger, he had unintentionally been doing exactly what the unsub wanted him to do: take time figuring this out. The unsub had essentially revealed himself in the note and the flowers sent directly to the team, which meant he was entering his endgame, and it‘s impossible to tell what this would mean for the girl Spencer has started to fall for.

There will never be a more perfect time for him to call her. Hotch leads the team’s vehicles as they speed down the street, Spencer sits beside him in the passenger seat with his phone pressed to his ear. He’d dialled her number with shaking hands, the sound of a phone ringing had never been more terrifying to him.

By the time they reached her address, very efficiently provided by Penelope, Spencer had called and been sent to voicemail three times. The team didnt need any further reason to hesitate, Derek kicked the door open and Spencer barged into her home.

“FBI!” He calls out, his voice firm, every instinct in his body telling him he’s ready to fight, but he is simultaneously so afraid. Until he hears her voice.

“In here!”

Spencer follows the sound, and the scene he ran into was truly a sight to behold. (Y/N) was leaning against the kitchen doorframe casually, panting with a hand on her hip. A man lay unconscious on her living room floor on his stomach, his head turned to the side, the half the team could see was burnt somehow.

“What happened?” Spencer asks as he steps over the man and reads her face for any sign of trauma, but he can see she’s running on adrenaline.

“Whacked him with my frying pan, didnt I.” Her words are so casual, but everyone on the team is in awe. She fought off a man with a knife, with a frying pan.

JJ looks over the unconscious man. “How many times?”

She smiles. “Once with the side of the pan to knock him out, second time to make sure he was out, but I used the bottom that time because he made me ruin a perfectly good stir-fry.”

The fried vegetables scattered on her kitchen floor solidify her reasoning.

Derek chuckles and shakes his head. “Kid, you’d better not get on the wrong side of her!”

Spencer smiles, feeling relief flood him. “Trust me, I wont.”

(Y/N) starts to laugh, but she immediately cuts herself off by hissing in pain and clutching at her side, which her hand was previously holding. Spencer’s eyes almost fall out of his skull.

“(Y/N), what happened?” He asks again, so much more weight in his question than before.

She smiles guilty. “Well, I had a sneaking suspicion he was after me since everywhere I went, I bumped into you investigating things that all led you to me. When you called, though, I forgot all about that and was just so happy, I turned to pick up my phone and that’s when I saw him in the corner of my eye. Grabbed the pan, but wasnt quite quick enough, he got me first.” She slips a little, progressively becoming too weak to stand, and Spencer is quick to catch her.

“WE NEED A MEDIC!” He shouts, and while JJ shoves the unsub into a police car, Derek and Hotch run out of the house to call the medic in.

Before she knows it, (Y/N) is on a stretcher being wheeled into an ambulance. Medics are already swarming her trying to stop the bleeding and identify how severe the wound is. The sound of the ambulance swarms her ears, until the doors close and it sounds like she’s under water all of a sudden. Then, she sees Spencer. He sits beside her and takes her hand in his, and she smiles at him. A relaxed and tired smile, it contrasts so much to the bright, excited grins he’s used to seeing on her face. He feels his chest tighten.

“If only you’d been calling me to ask me out on a date, instead of warning me of my attempted murder.” She jokes, her voice so much softer than Spencer had ever heard it.

“I’ll make you a deal: you get through this, and I’ll take you on your dream date.” He replies, holding back tears with a gentle smile on his face.

“Deal, just let me have a nap beforehand.” She says, her eyes already closing and that smile still staying on her face.

Once he’s sure she’s passed out from the painkillers, Spencer lifts her hand to his lips and gives her a kiss. He isnt sure whether it’s for good luck, or to seal the deal about the date, or to convey feelings. Maybe it’s all the above. He doesnt have time to conclude a reason, because she squeezes his hand, and although her eyes are still closed, he knows. Whatever the reason was, she understood.

[pjisskullourful]

Omg yes and y/n leaves hickeys on his lower abdomen right above and around his cock and she loves that the next shows outfit it low low rise and everyone is gonna see the hickeys

i love this idea so much tht i took a lil stab at writing it while im lying in bed. but i an so tired that i didnt get much further than 400words

hope yall like what i got sofar& i hope i'll have the energy to work on it again soon

its not proofread, im literally struggling to keep my eyes open, dont judge me

definitely accepting title suggestions

This wasn't the first time you had watched a Måneskin concert, in the six months that you had been dating Damiano you had seen a bunch of their live shows.

But you were still surprised by how the crowd responded to him. He could keep them so consistently excited, they were captivated by every move, screaming with complete abandon. From your spot backstage, you could see some signs being held up, and most of them were explicit in nature. Then the bras went flying at him, launched through the air to land at his feet, unprompted. How much had those bras cost?

It was a strange notion to think that yours wasn't the only bra he would touch or remove tonight. This intimate act was offered so freely to him and by a large number of people (you imagined there were more pieces of lingerie that hadn't been thrown hard enough to make it to the stage). They were willing to part with their possessions for a shot at intimacy with him.

Everyone wants to fuck him. This wasn't a brand new concept to you. But tonight the knowledge came with some extra weight. Your fingers curled into your palms until you could feel the nails pressing on the skin as you wondered what they were doing to him in their fantasies.

You had the rest of the gig to move away from this jealousy. Eventually you could keep your eyes off of the crowd, instead watching for the fun little subtleties in his performance. You kept reminding yourself that you were the only one who got to have him. But simply thinking it didn't feel good enough after a while, you needed to act.

You were upon him as soon as he got off stage, coming into this private area, covered in so much sweat that his bare torso glistened. Usually you greeted him with a bottle of water, but that wasn't going to cut it tonight. You threw your arms around him, feeling like you had been waiting days to kiss him. He didn't resist, his arms moving around you as he kissed you back. He didn't prioritise catching his breath, just letting you enjoy his mouth. The activity of so many people backstage carried on without any input from either of you.

“It was a good show?” He asked, stealing more kisses in the quick pauses between words. “Did you have fun?”

You nodded, dragging your fingers over his scalp. “Uh-huh. But the real fun is just starting.”

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

Im eating all this yandere listener stuff up I'm going crazy for it I want to just go insane and just smash someone's head in for Charlie

Smashing skulls in.

TW: Just like the title says, also special guess that does stabbing, nailing down, and more! :D

The bat felt light in your hands, it was cool since it was metal. Seeing the guy that threatened and hit Charlie on his delivery run you approached him. Stalking prey was always the easy part, some were so stupid to not look around to see that someone was after them.

Dylan Riley, age 23 fresh out of college that took him too long to do because of how fucking stupid he was. Threatened Charlie saying he wasn't going to pay for the pizza's he ordered for a few friends. He even fucking HIT him, Casper's fucking freckled boyfriend, their LOVER? And he really thought there was going to be no consequences? Oh he's in for so much fucking torture when Casper get's their hands on him.

Seeing no one around Casper tapped his shoulder, Dylan turned and scowled at them. But it morphed into horror as Casper knocked them out with the bat. The tall man fell to the ground eyes barley open as he looked up at them crouching by him.

"Your skull seems perfect for caving in with my bat. I'm going to enjoy it." Sinister words said, it Dylan mumbled words and passed out. Reaching into their pocket Casper decided to cash in a favor, from a sibling. After they called said friend they waited hiding the bat in their big hoodie they wore.

People did walk by but Casper waved them off saying their friend had a little too much to drink. That got most people to go away but there was some that made Casper annoyed, trying to get them a uber but the killer told the person they already called someone. Smiling seeing their sibling Rook pull up, Casper picked up Dylan and greeted them.

"Get that fucker in the back. I was at a date which I had to cancel. Hurry up or I'll fucking cut you." Growling out, all siblings knew to leave each other alone with favors if the other was on a date. But Rook did owe a favor to Casper.

"He hurt Charlie. My fucking love has a black eye because of this fuckin LOWLIFE!" Anger raised in them as they bashed Dylan's head on the car. Rook paused and then gave a crazy stare to Dylan, oh he really fucked up.

"Got it." Hands gripped Dylan's head as Rook stabbed his chest. Waking him up but Rook had a Chloroform soaked cloth on his face. After putting him in the car Rook drove off to a warehouse the siblings bought to kill people that fucked with their lovers or them.

Ripping open the warehouses door there was blood and weapons around. Sunflower's skull collection was near the door as well, Casper rolled their eyes at it, their sibling is going to be mad they can't add more to it. Then going to the bat's Casper owned they smile wide picking their favorite, it had nails and barbed wire all over it.

Rook dragged in Dylan grabbing nails and a hammer, they nailed Dylan's hand's to a wooden wall in the warehouse by the entrance. Screams echoed through out it as Dylan woken up again, when he tried to grab Rook they hit him hard with the hammer. He screeched has his broken fingers flopped down, he tried to hold it to his chest but that same hand was yanked away and nailed down too.

"Casper hurry up, it's getting late and I don't want to worry Auron." Rook chimed as they texted their lover on the phone. Casper rolled their eyes and smiled wickedly at the man nailed down. Bringing the bat up high they felt the adrenaline rush they always got when doing this.

"ON IT!" A sickening crack was heard, both siblings smiled as screams sounded off again. Casper laughed loudly as they raised their bat again, Rook bored grabbed the camera they had to record these things. For when their lovers learned the truth of who they really are, they can see all the effort they put in for them.

Dylan's head resembled mush as his blood splattered everywhere and parts of his brain fell on the floor. Rook cursed as it got on their date night outfit, Casper said they'd get it cleaned and continued their fun. Stopping they poked Dylan's head.

"Oi! Look at the camera and apologize to Charlie." There was hurgles as Dylan tried to speak. Coming closer Rook put the camera in his face, and Dylan was able to voice his words.

"m...mm..sor.....rryyy..." Blood spilled as he gurgled out his last words. Casper smiled then looked at the camera and Rook nodded as they ended the recording. Then a new one was started, as Casper reeled their leg back and kicked Dylan's head hard to the point there was a sickening snap. Indicating he was finally dead.

"Okay I'm done now! Just send what needs to be cleaned to me I'll get it done!" Taking off their cloths that were stained with blood Casper put on a back up outfit. Rook turned the camera off and set it down shaking their head at the younger sibling's words.

"I'll just ask Auron to get them cleaned for me." After that little interaction both siblings went to cleaning up the body. Disposing of it to a family friend that owned a pig farm, smiling as they watched the pigs eat, they burned the cloths Dylan wore in the burner.

As they rode home both made small talk about their lover and how the relationship for the both of them have been going. Finally they pulled up to Casper's house, thanking their sibling they went inside where Charlie was asleep on their bed with little guy. Kissing his head Casper laid down happy that they got revenge for their boyfriend.

[prttydolls]

𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐫 — 𝐝.𝐦

🖤 summary : astoria backstabs reader.

🖤 warnings : backstabbing, bestfriend to enemy with astoria, love confessions.

🖤 pairing : draco malfoy x fem!reader

🖤 author's note : im so fucking slow at writing fics.

m.list | tg.list | nav | part 2

“hey, tori can I tell you something?” y/n sat down onto her bed, whilst she (Astoria) was painting her nails and reading the witch weekly. “sure babes, anything.” she replied but didn't take off her eyes off the magazine.

Astoria and y/n had been bestfriends since 1st year, although they had some differences, they fought sometimes but nonetheless they were still friends.

“Ikindalikedraco,soidontknowwhattodo—” y/n said quickly, making her sound as if she was squeaking. “woah, woah, what?” Astoriaʼs eyes widened, she can't imagine her friend (well, not really she only uses her if she's bored.) with her crush. No way she would let that happened.

“i like draco okay!” she blurted out, “you like him..?” Astoria was shocked.

“yeah, I do... And I don't know what to do.. Me and him had been friends since probably pre-school, and I don't want to ruin our friendship.”

“yes..how lovely.” astoria forced a fake smile, cursing behind her gritted teeth.

y/n soon realized that astoria had been spending time with draco a lot, ever since their conversation, about him.

the blonde was painfully not aware about the two girls feelings, he just thought they were being nice.

if he was to chose between astoria or y/n he would silently choose y/n, he did have a tiny crush on her. and for astoria, yes he found her attractive but not in that way.

the brunette sat with draco in the grand hall, she clung onto him like a baby sloth holding onto a branch. “soo, dray do you have plans for this weekend?” astoria gave him cheery smile.

“ive got practice i guess, and...im hanging out with y/n and thats it?” he said unsure of his answer.

“why are you hanging out with y/n, you should hang out with me instead! y/n is pretty boring.” astoria said sweetly.

“but—”

as the pair kept talking about their plans, y/n heard everything. astoria thought she was boring and kept draco away from her? that was low.

y/n wasnt daft, it only took her a minute to guess that astoria was going to steal draco away from her.

fine, if she thought i was boring, lets she how she would react to me gone. y/n thought bitterly.

“yeah, sure i guess i could cancel my plans with y/n.”

wait what? did he really just cancel their plans for some...stupid....rude....back stabbing bitch.

astoria knew how much y/n liked draco, how dare she get close to him? now he sided with her.

this is not fair.

the next few days, she ignored draco’s attempts of trying to hang out with her.

she was currently walking down the hall and immediately scowled at the scene. it was astoria ,and her gang. y/n couldn't help but eavesdrop. “ugh, honestly y/l/n follows me like a puppy. its disgusting honestly , shes a horrible friend.”

Y/N decided to walk over their little circle, and Astoria was quick to notice. “Heyy y/nnieee! How are you!” astoria said sweetly. “hey tori.” y/n forced a smile. and she walked pass the girls.

“see? shes so bitchy and weird..” astoria said right after y/n was away.

y/n had enough of her bullshit.

y/n was waiting for a perfect opportunity to confront astoria, but shes always with her friends, draco, and even professors.

did this girl really have to be in everyone's life? y/n thought bitterly.

she was walking around the castle and atlas. found astoria filing her nails, while sitting peacefully in one of the windows of the abandoned hall.

“hello, astoria.” y/n greeted coldly. “oh hi bestie! how are you!” Astoria said sweetly, but y/n knew in those hazel eyes, she was pretending.

“oh cut it out greengrass, i know your secret.” y/n sneered, astoria looked shocked but not surprised. “ah, so you finally know what i thought of you, guess you werent so dumb afterall.” astoria smirked, standing up and walking towards the (your hair color)ed girl.

“you, are such a bitch you told all my sercets to your friend's, and stole draco’s attention from me.” y/n said, anger laced ber used to be sweet and warm voice.

“i honestly thought you were a good person, but guess i was wrong. You are nothing but a back stabbing bitch.” and y/n walked away from the girl.

ೃ⁀➷ tag list :: @imabee-oralizard @dracoslittleangel @f4iryluvy

[diddlesanddoodles]

Dumpling ch. 24

The last chapter was a little thinner than I normal post and I left it on a cliffhanger. So I’m releasing the next chapter early. Enjoy the pity chapter, peeps! 

Word spread fast through the castle that the leader of the Hill Tribes, a man named Gregis, had died. Of what, no one seemed to know. However, all through the early morning as breakfast was cooked and readied for the top table, footman and servants were abuzz about the human leader’s demise, murmurs of unease and conspiracy ran amok.

“I wonder who will replace him,” said one footman as he waited for Saen to fill the serving tray with sweetmeats, whole fruits that had been boiled and stirred for hours in honey and sugar and taken on a translucent appearance.

“Who’s to say,” Yale replied from beside him as he sliced portions of cold meat of the left over boar from the previous night’s meal. “I don’t think we have much influence in the Hill Tribe’s politics. King kind of lets them figure out their own affairs.”

“What if the new leader hates Vhasshalans and they start raiding us?”

Yale scowled at the footman, looking as though he were seriously contemplating smashing him over the head with his own serving tray. “Raid us? What would they do that fer? We feed ‘em ya right git!”

The footman had the decency to look ashamed. “Well, yes. But y’know how greedy they are...”

Yale bristled and he glowered. “If ya don’t shut yer gob, I’m gonna smash all yer teeth out and ya can eat soup fer the rest ‘a ya fucking life.”

“Sorry!” The footman left with his tray in a hurry after that.  

“Fucking prat,” Saen muttered after him. “And he runs like a lass.”

For her part, Nenani spent the morning gathering up rocks that were scattered around the camp. Some were smoothed and polished river stones and other were chunks of layered earth that sparkled when the light hit them just right. Anything that looked pretty, she added to her pile. The freedom to wander about as she wished was a somewhat novel thing. Normally the kitchens were so busy in the morning, she had to stay put so as not to get in the way or get stepped on by an unobservant footman. The yard where they had set up the temporary kitchen was wide with plenty of space. To one side, the rampart loomed high above them, stone facing that stretched high into the sky, while the other was the wooden backsides of the guards’ barracks and armory. Just a bit further along was the stables and smithy.  

She had managed to accumulate a respectable collection by the time Farris finally returned. Even from a distance it was clear he was in a particularly fowl mood. Tucked under one arm was a small chest. Yale was the first to greet him.

“Mornin’ boss,” he said tentatively. “Everythin’ go alright?”

“No,” Farris snorted humorlessly, dropping the chest heavily onto a table and making the serving bowls clink and chatter. He stared into it for a moment, scowling and growling. “I suppose ya heard th’news by now.”

“About Gregis? Yeah,” Yale replied. “We heard the horns last night.” Yale watched Farris dig through the chest and when no further elaborations came, he pressed him. “What happened? Farris?”

“Gregis tried to break up a fight between two other humans,” Farris replied and then paused to pull out a small bottle, eyeing the contents inside and giving it a little shake to loosen the material within. He replaced it back into the chest and continued his rummaging. “One of the lil’ fucks stabbed ‘im. Pierced his heart and he bled out right in front of the whole damn tribe.”

There were muted gasps and curses from everyone. Bart grunted and turned to spit, “What a fuckin’ waste.”

Nenani watched from her place next to the hut, noting their reactions. She knew the name Gregis from overhearing Keral and King Warren the time she got lost in the halls and just before getting nabbed by the Ranger Captain. Gregis’s wife had made something for the King. Some sort of talisman to help protect his unborn child. Nenani wondered what kind of man he had been and was aware that she would likely have known him if Farris had not chosen to keep her as his ward.

“Poor man,” Saen said, looking grim. “He was married, wasn’t he?”

Yale nodded. “Aye. Has a young son too, I think.”

“They’ll be holdin’ the funeral tonight,” Farris continued, closing the chest at last with a little more force than was necessary and seemed deeply dissatisfied with the whole thing. “Then they’ll hang the lil’ bastard who did it a few days from now.”

“Any idea what the fight was over?” Avery asked.

“Somethin’ stupid would be my guess,” Farris answered, tucking the small chest under one arm. “Doesn’t matter though. He’s dead. There’s talk of Warrick bein’ nominated to replace him.”

“Warrick?” Bart snorted incredulously. “Ain’t he that skinny twat ya brought back from Dornbey a few summers passed?”

Farris laughed darkly. “That skinny twat grew up, Bart. Got big. Fer as big as a human can get.”

“Will ya be going?” Bart asked, leaning against the table with his arms crossed. “To the funeral.”

“Thought about it,” Farris replied, something hard moving across his face, but in a flash it was gone. “Not certain I much care fer watchin’ a dead human roast. Saw plenty ‘a that durin’ the war and I don’t care to see it ever again.”

“It ain’t the same,” Bart replied, placing a hand on his friend’s shoulder and squeezing. “Not at all.”

“Aye,” Farris sighed, looking world wary and tired. Nenani could see the dark circles under his eyes and she wondered if he had slept at all. It did not escape Bart’s eye either and the burly giant, patted Farris’s shoulder.

“Ye look like hell, Farris,” Bart said quietly. “Go take a bit ‘a rest. The boy’s and I know what needs t’be done.”

“No time,” Farris replied shaking his head and making his way towards the larger tent. “Maevis is needin’ some things.”

Farris ducked inside to place the chest on a small table near the front before turning back, a fresh apron in his hands. He was tying it around his waist and moving towards the prep tables.

“Well,” Bart said to him “He ain’t needin’ ‘em right this moment is he?”

The kitchen master stopped and considered it. “Nah. He ain’t.”

The butcher huffed and waved Farris off. “Go on then. We can handle this fine. Maevis has the patience of a saint and won’t care if he has to wait till after lunch fer his order.”

Farris paused, considering and finally he sighed and nodded. “Fine. Come and wake me if it gets too late.”

Bart’s answer came in an affirmative grunt before he returned to his work. Farris warily entered the hut, pulling the apron off. Nenani watched him and there was a nagging feeling in her chest and almost as though it were a compulsory thing, she stood and went to the hut’s open door and peeked in. Farris was sitting on the edge of his cot, wiping one hand down his face and she could more clearly see the toll taken on her guardian. His shoulders slumped as though bowing under the weight of something very heavy and though he was often seen scowling at nothing in particular at any given moment, his frown looked...very sad. Suddenly, green eyes turned to face her and Nenani bristled.

“What is it, Dumplin’?” Farris asked, his voice hoarse. She eased herself into the hut and slowly approached, wringing her hands. She stopped at his boots and looked up. Farris was peering down at her and his green eyes seemed duller. “Hm?”

“Are...” she started, licking her lips. “Are you okay?”

Farris seemed confused and a little taken aback by the question. “...I’ll live.”

She frowned. “That’s not what I asked...”

Farris quirked an eyebrow at her. But when she just continued to frown at him, crossing her arms and waiting for her answer, the forlorn lines of his face broke and he smiled. “I’m fine, lass. Just tired is all. Lot of things happenin’ all at the same time. Beats ya down after a while.” He snorted and wiped something from one eye. “Startin’ t’ pitty the nail...”

She studied his face before asking, “Did you know him? Gregis?”

He nodded. “Aye, I did. Wouldn’t ‘ave called him a ‘friend’, but we worked together gettin’ humans outta Dornbey and settled into the Hill Tribes. Knew ‘im fer a long time. A very long time...”

“Is that where they sell humans?” She asked. “At the market? Where Kent came from? And Sawyer?”

He winced and shook his head. “It ain’t something ya should be hearin’ about, lass,” Farris said, waving his hand. “Not fer a lil’un’s ears.”

She wanted to protest, to say that she wasn’t stupid. She had heard enough of Dornbey market to understand a little of what kinds of nefarious dealings were to be had there. And she also understood Farris and Yale’s trips there were not only purely to acquire produce for the kitchens. They were looking for Vhasshalans violating the King’s creed against eating humans. But seeing the stern warning in his eyes, Nenani dropped it.

She put a hand on the leather of his boot. “But...you’re okay?”

Warmth returned to his eyes and he nodded, a small smile tugging at the edge of his lips. He reached down and ran his finger tips across her head. “Aye.”

The fingers at head her dropped down and he cupped her back with his palm, steering her to face the door and gave her a gentle nudge. “Go on and play, Nenani. Weather’s turnin’ and it won’t be much time at all till the snows taller than ye are and ye’ll be stuck inside fer months. Best enjoy it while it lasts.”

She turned back as the hand retreated and in a sudden, in-the-moment decision, she ran back to grab onto his fingers, squeezing as tightly as she could manage. She released her grip to turn and run out the hut’s door, calling back over her shoulder, “Sleep well!”

Farris was left slack jawed as he watching her run off, a warm feeling spreading through his tired and aching body. As he laid down onto his cot, covering his eyes with his folded apron, he smiled and for the first time in a long while, slept soundly without the faces of the dead to accompany his dreams.

……………………………………………………..

She almost did not recognize him in his fancy clothes. Instead of the well worn slacks and tunic, Jae wore a formal doublet made of green silk with delicate gold embroidery and proper black breeches. His boots had even been polished. For the first time since knowing him, looked to Nenani like a proper King’s ward. Prince like almost. His hair was even combed.

“Not the most comfortable thing to wear,” Jae told her, lifting his arm up and spinning to show off the embroidered trim along the side. “And it makes climbing harder and Lolly will skin me if I rip these pants. But I promised Rosanna I would try to look more the part. She’s still kind of…not all that happy with me, but I guess we’re making progress. Apparently she had some weird idea that Warren wanted me to be in line for the throne and be in competition with her baby. So once we cleared that up, she was a lot more open to me being around. She just doesn’t really talk to me, which is fine. I don’t have much to say to her anyway. But I’m trying to show her I can actually behave and be a good King’s ward. A lot of standing around while someone drones on for an hours about protocols and junk. Ibronians are obsessed with court etiquette. They have rules for everything! Mostly I only need to wear this getup at official functions or when I’m working.”

They had taken up a corner of the camp away from the cook fires and busy staff to quietly chat and catch up. Nenani sat wrapped in her quilt, her collection of river stones in her lap.   

“Working?” she asked. “What are you working on?”

“Oh right!” Jae said, eyes bright. “You wouldn’t have heard. Warren’s made me Assistant Steward.”

“What’s that?” she asked, confused.

“Y’know, I asked him the same thing when he told me,” the boy replied with a smirk. “Basically, I trail along with Donal when he makes his rounds, keeping notes mostly, and delivering messages between the staff. The Steward and the Matron are the head servants, making sure everything runs smoothly between all the different departments.”

“Oh. So who’s the Matron?”

Jae looked at her oddly. “...well, Lolly is of course.”

“She is?” Nenani asked, feeling thrown for a loop.

Jae laughed. “You didn’t know?”

She shook her head. “No one calls her Matron...”

“No, that is true,” he replied conceding the point. “I don’t think she cares for the title to be honest. It does kind of invoke the image of someone much older.”

“Have you apologized to her?” Nenani asked. Jae coughed into his fist, his cheeks reddening in embarrassment.

“Yeah. Yeah I did,” he replied. “She came to see me late after...all that stuff happened.”

“So, does that mean everything’s okay now?” Nenani asked. “You can sleep in your own bed now?”

Jae rolled his eyes, but nodded. He stepped up onto a large boulder sticking up from the ground and eased himself into crouch. “Yup. Lolly even had it cleaned for me.”

“That was nice of her.”

“Yeah, but now I can’t find anything!” he laughed. Careful of his stiff clothing, Jae slowly sank down to sit onto the rock, letting his feet dangle just above the grass, appearing carefree and...content. More than she had ever seen.

“So what about you?” he asked. “Heard that Wyvern messed you up pretty good. These guys were beside themselves. I could heard Farris trying to break down the infirmary doors from Donal’s office.”

“Scariest moment of my life,” she replied. “Even worse than when I thought they were gonna eat me. By far!”

“We could hear it from the great hall. All the BANG and CRASH and WOOSH!,” Jae said, animated as he mimicked the sounds of a wyvern attack. “Everyone just started freaking out and started running around all useless. Thames even fainted!”

“It was so big!” Nenani said, flinging her arms out as far as they would go. “Like, a hundred feet long! It made everyone look small and Quinn said that Dragons are even bigger!”

“I’ve never seen one,” Jae replied with a shudder. “And hope it stays that way. Maevis told me once that Dragons weren’t only dangerous because of their size. They’re smart too. Like proper people smart.”

“I don’t think I wanna meet a dragon either,” Nenani made a face and Jae laughed.

“Oh!” he suddenly said, perking up. “That reminds me. I wanted to asked you about something Yale asked me...”

“Hm?”

“What’s this thing about dead people in the tunnels?”

Her heart gave an odd hiccup and for a moment, she could only stare at Jae. “Oh...yeah. He wasn’t suppose to say anything.”

“So, does that mean it’s true?” Jae asked, leaning down towards her, his eyes alight with curiosity. “You found...bones in there? Where? Why didn’t you anything before?”

She struggled to answer him, but to her relief, Jae did not press her on the fact that she had never told him. Instead, he leap to his feet. “We’re gonna have to find it again.”

“What?” Nenani balked. “No! It was scary!”

“Listen to me Nenani,” he said with a determined expression. “I have lived here for years and thought I knew those tunnels forwards and backwards. Now you’re saying you found a whole new tunnel? I have to see it for myself! Can you remember where it was? Any clue at all?”

“Well,” she began reluctantly. “When I ran away from it I ended up in a hallway and the King was there...it’s where Keral nabbed me...”

“What kind of tapestries did you see? Describe them.”

“Um...there was one with a tree and a horse and some ladies dressed in blue and..”

“I know where that one is!” Jae replied and then looked confused, tapping a finger to lip pursed lips. “But there’s not a door to the tunnels there...”

Nenani shrugged. She half expected him to feel defeated, but instead he looked as though this mystery was rejuvenating him and she was suddenly struck with the notion that he and Keral looked very much alike when they were excited.

“Alright!” He said in finality and turning back to Nenani. “I’m busty this afternoon and most of tomorrow with Donal, but after that I’m free. We’ll go searching for it then.”

“I...I don’t really...”

“Oh, come on! You stared a wyvern down and almost got chomped for real, but you’re too scared to go look for some old bones?”

“T-they’re not the same...”

“Well,” he said with a shrug. “You have two days to get over it. And then we go hunting.”

He turned away and began to walk away. Gaping at the back of Jae’s head, Nenani rose to her feet and yelled after him. “I didn’t agree to any of that!”

“Sorry,” Jae called back, now fully sprinting away. “Can’t hear ya!”

She stomped her feet indignantly. “JAE!”

…………………………………………………

It was well passed the luncheon hour when Farris emerged from the hut and the first thing he did was walk up to Bart and punch him squarely in the back of his right shoulder. “Ya fucker, ye was suppose to wake me if it got late.”

Wincing against the pain, Bart smirked. He rolled his shoulder. “Ah, sorry ‘bout that, Farris. Th’ time must’ve gotten away from me.”

Clearly not believing a word of what Bart had said, Farris just rolled his eyes and tightened his apron while muttering under his breath. Regardless of his protests, he did look very much improved by his rest, Nenani was quick to note. He carried himself in his the familiar way and took no pause before barking out orders and getting updates from everyone on where they were in their tasks.

“The iron one will do for now,” he was telling Gjerk. “We don’t need much ‘a the sauce fer the roast and I don’t want to be wastin’ anythin’ fer no good reason.”

Everyone went to their tasks, performing like a well oiled mechanism despite their heavy impairment with the kitchens still being repaired. Farris swept his gaze across the camp, noting where everyone was and mentally knocking off items from his list. He spotted Nenani under one of the prep tables set up near the cook fire, stacking rocks.  

Nenani glanced up when she heard Farris approach, his boots making light crunching sounds. He crouched down to peer under the table at her, smirking quizzically. “Playin’ with rocks, lass?”

“No,” she replied and held a particular river stone. It was a blushing pink color with a cream stripe down the center. “Just the pretty ones.”

He shook his head. “Well, no one could accuse ya of not bein’ easily amused.”

She stuck her tongue at him.

“I got a job fer ya, lil’ un,” he said as he reached out to lift her up. Once she was secured in the crook of his arm, he then reach back down to grab up her quilt. Her collection tumbled out into the grass.

“Hey!” she protested.

“They’re rocks, lass. I think they’ll be fine.”

He took her into the large tent that was set up beside the hut where he had created a makeshift spice pantry. There were no shelves, but chests and boxes filled with the bottles and jars and crocks that normally stocked the shelves of his pantry in the kitchen. Nenani watched from the work table as Farris dug through one of the boxes. He was muttering something under his breath as he searched until at last he stood upright, something clasped in his hand. “Ah! There it is...”

He took a stool from the other side of the table and pulled it closer, easing into it and lowering his hand close to her, the items still clasped in his fist “Thought this was lost fer good. Surprised me when it showed up again when we cleaned everythin’ out.”

He opened his hand and nestled in his palm was a mortar and pestle made of dark stone. It was small and clearly meant for human use and for a moment, Nenani was very confused. Looking up at the spice master, she tilted her head in bafflement.

“It was Kent’s,” Farris explained. “He’d been gettin’ frustrated about bein’ useless, so I threatened ‘im that if he didn’t quit ‘is gripin’ I’d go ahead and give ‘im something to keep ‘im busy. Little bastard called my bluff. So I had this made fer ‘im.”

Farris plucked the tiny object from his palm and set it in front of Nenani. “Taught ‘im how to mix tinctures for Yaesha and that was ‘is job.”

She grabbed the stone pestle in her hands and lifted. It was heavy and large with her hands barely fitting around it. The inside of the mortar’s bowl and the end of the pestle were both rough surfaced while everything else was a smooth and polished back.

“And now, it’s yours.”

Nenani looked up at Farris, gaping. “Wha...really?”

He nodded. “Yale’s been teachin’ ya well on the all the herbs and yer picking it up quick. I’ll started ye on simple vinegar based recipes and we’ll work from there.”

Looking to the mortar, she ran her hands along the bowl, feeling the cold stone. The gravity of what this meant was not lost on her and inexplicably, she found her eyes were watering. Blinking them away, she craned her neck to look back at Farris who was watching her.

“Thank you,” she said. “I promise I’ll work really hard to learn.”

Farris smiled, chuckling as he stood up. “And don’t be thinkin’ I’m gonna let ya be slackin’ off just ‘cause ye a lil’un.”

“I am not a slacker,” she told him and Farris laughed loudly.

“Ya certainly won’t be when I’m done with ye.”

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Green huffed softly as he chased another slime, low on money since he impulsively bought duet armour for his and Red's characters, he hated missions like these but they paid a lot.

He rolled from his back onto his stomach, chewing on the hem of the shirt he stole from Red-no Red you cant get this back I dont care if it can barely cover my shoulders you like access like that anyways- as he chased after a shiny slime king, knocking his different colored socked feet together.

"Eeeeh? Out of bounds?? How is that fair?!" Green dropped the hem from his teeth to groan, huffing into the empty air as he tapped his nails against the switch's remotes. Red had left a while ago, Green was still asleep on his side of the bed.

They didn't really do much while in Unova other than the occasional battle, mostly curled up inside watching movies and having not so soft make out sessions because Red believes that-Well I have to do something with my mouth other than talk-and right then Green wanted to tell Red that how he said that sounded like something completely different but he only planted his lips back onto Red's to shut up his signing.

"Stupid slimes and their stupid out of bounds trickery." Green hissed, stretching forward to pop his lower back before tapping his thubs against the buttons again.

He paused to check his current inventory as the door opened, he cocked his head to the side with soft girlish squeals coming from the ajar front door before it shut.

He raised his brows but didn't look up as he fiddled with his stats, kicking his feet up and down before Red opened the side door and walked in front of the bed with a water bottle in hand.

Red grunted in greeting,shuffling before Green looked up and god a whole picture of Red's abs in his face.

If they were in an anime he knew Red would probably had those sparkles and pink glow and maybe those roses on the edge of the screen that should make him, apparently as the object of anime Red's affection's get all doki doki and swoon.

Well they aren't in an anime but his heart is for sure going doki doki.

"....Hi..." Green blinked slowly, drawling out the word on his tounge as he looked Red up and down with the realisation that t h i s was the reason why there were girls outside screaming like they were just stabbed. Red grinned passed his water bottle, more of a teasing sultry smirk because he k n e w what he was doing and Green simultaneously couldn't stop looking at the sheen on Red's abs and also couldn't stop himself from thinking 'this idiot is trying to rile me up and I hate that its working'.

Green sweat dropped, tapping his forfingers against the switch in his hands as Red signed to him about his run before clutching his shirt up for no other reason than he wanted to.

Oh Green was so going to get revenge.

Red smiled, innocently enough though Green knew Red's expressions like the back of his hand. He didn't know if he should feel hot and bothered or jealous but he was certainly feeling both.

Red's small smirk and cocked brow was enough to let Green know how he wanted him to react. So Green didn't react at all other than what Red wouldn't have expected.

Green blinked slowly, letting his lashes flutter as he shuffled up the shirt he wore to chew back against the hem, he flicked the game screen back on as he mumbled a "how was your day?" though the fabric.

He hummed once, cocking his head to the side, he hadn't showered yet so his haur dropped lower around his eyes as he looked up at Red through his lashes.

He snickered lowly at Red's almost disappointed yet flustered huff before the man sat down and started signing out his day.

He can be jealous later, he might as well take the rewards of half shirted Red for now.

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The Arcana main 6, really tired days. 😴😴😴

We all have those very tired days, and we do tend to act different towards our lovers (unlike me don't have one sksksk, just really cranky). But how would the main 6 act upon the apprentice???

Asra🔮🔮🔮-

Asra. A hard working dude. Most likely the reason they would be tired is because he had to go to a magical relm to find herbs that took days to find. He never realized it was night due to the fact it's always day in that realm.

Okay so, they seems sluggish. When they gets home, theyre so happy to see the apprentice, they hug them so tight.

However, you noticed after minutes they slowly starts to doze off. "Asra?" You ask.

They suddenly catches himself, rubs their eyes, "hahaha... sorry..." and offers to make tea to tell you about their trip

When yall both start drinking, Asra gets close to you, and slowly lays their head on your shoulder.

You don't mind of course and continues to drink some tea.

Then slowly, they hold your arm and snuggles they cheek on you.

You smile and let sleepy Asra lay on your lap and play with their fluffy hair.

He mumbles in his sleep your name softly. Rubs his soft hands around your legs.

Then after a while, you get up and lay him on the couch. Kiss him on his cheek, and lays a blanket on them.

"Sweet dreams Asra"~♡

Not long after, you head to sleep yourself. When morning comes, you find yourself in Asras arms. Tugging you softly and closer to them.

Nadia👑👑👑-

An elegant lady must always do her duties in the palace, even if she must lose hours of sleep. She does try whenever she can to relax with you. Have great times of excitement.

But today, she seems very worn out.

As you comeback too the palace, you find Nadia leaving the library. Before you say hi, you see her rubing the sides of her head from stress and headaches.

You find her also taking a long yawn of being drowsy.

She spots you, hides all that away and waves to you.

You walk to her and you rub her cheek softly. She relaxes and lays her fully cheek on your hand. Almost falling asleep.

"I belive i should go off to slumber due to my duties being accomplished. Won't you join me MC?"

Thus y'all both go to her bedroom. As your in the restroom washing your face from a long day of work, you come back to find Nadia already asleep.

She's not even under the covers, dress is still on including her make up. Her hair is still up as well.

You slightly giggle on how adorable she looks. You go to her and help her to her night gown. She doesn't mind due to the fact you have seen her naked multiple times hehe. Then you tuck her in slowly and rub her head.

Soon when you lay down next to her, she scoots very closer to you and with her graceful hand, she touches your bottom lip softly with her thumb.

She still is drowsy, but milligrams of energy is there. She uses it to softly kiss your lips, her hand on the side of your face, the other rubbing your chest.

Then she whispers, "thank you my dear mc," and slowly falls asleep holding your hand.

Julian🍺🍺🍺-

After all night research being done for plague diseases, Julian frequently yawns from exhaustion.

He doesn't stop until you and Mazelinka literally pull him from his studies. He's very very tired but he won't admit it. "Im fine, im fine! Honestly!!!"

But Mazelinka tells me to lay him down. And if he resists to sit on him or knock him out. Julian acts like he doesn't want to go but doesn't protest me from taking him.

When we go down to his bed, he is already very delirious. "Hehe, you're so cute mc," he'll mumble.

He just lays on the bed. "Julian, you can't sleep in your doctors uniform," you remind, "it will get all wrinkly."

He just looks at you.

"Then take it off for me," he smirks.

He is not serious.

Nope, he is.

You playfully roll your eyes and gets on the bed with him. You slowly unbutton his shirt, revealing his firm chest. You slowly kiss his collar bone and starts to bite down.

He blushes, "m-my dear..." is all he can spit out. You bite hard and leave a mark on him.

He bites his lip and is all flustered with desire as you remove more clothing and digs your nails on his shoulders. Until he yawns.

You giggle, and get under the covers with him. He blushes from embarrassment, "I, uh, I suppose i turned off the mood didn't I?"

Then he has his smirk on his face. "Ah well, i suppose we can continue tomorrow."

You smile and you cuddle him from behind. He kisses your hand, "have a lovely slumber mc~♡" and goes off to sleep. You smile, "goodnight Julian."

Muriel⛰⛰⛰-

Mr. Moutain man does a lot of hunting and protects the forrest. And ever since you started living with him, he doesn't sleep at night, worrying if your okay.

One day he is very very wearie and drained from exhaustion. You know he's being odd due to the fact he keeps bumping into things.

"I'm fine," he mumbles. Until he hits his head on a branch. You can't help but to giggle.

You notice the sun going down. "Muri, it's getting late," you inform. He only goes in the hut with you thinking you are tired. But really, you want him to rest instead.

he unpacks the food and feeds the chickens, he goes inside, with dark circles in his eyes.

He's surprised though, when he sees you helping him take off his cloak and boots. He blushes hard and stops you from stripping him down completely.

"W-What are y-you doing?!?!" He mumbles a lil high pitch. You can't help but to smile again. "I just want you to be comfortable. You're sleeping with me tonight."

He blushes super hard but tries to put on a grumpy face. "No im not," he softly says and tries to go anywear else to not face his flusterdness.

"But please Muri," you say softly, "i need someone to help me, i can't sleep fully at night."

Which isn't totally a lie. You sometimes can't sleep knowing he's out there working hard.

He turns to you, "...fine" he says. You smile big and hug him. You can feel his heart pounding and all he does is just pat your head.

When you both lay on the bed, you scoot up to where your slightly more up then him. You look down on him and slowly corress his hair out of his face.

"...what are you doing?" he asks, but doesn't stop you.

"Shhhh." You kiss his forehead softly. Muriel relaxes and feels protected by you. He slowly falls asleep.

Then out of nowhere you feel him grab you softly, and lays you on top of him. Your his lil blanket ~♡

Usually he's shy about this sort of stuff, but he's snoring softly. It seems he's more cuddly in his sleep.

You can't help but to kiss his lips softly. And lay your head on his pecks. Then soon, he's the one corressing your hair.

Y'all both have a wonderful full nights rest.

Portia😽😽😽-

Of course we all know Portia is the most energetic of all of the main 6. However she's been doing a lot of duties for the countess and has been awfully sleepy.

Nadia sees her passed out on the floor next to Mercedes and Melchior. She slowly wakes her up and insits she takes a day off.

In the garden, you use magic to help keep the plants healthy. When you see Portia coming, you smile and greet her. But you notice her hair is a lil frizzy and her eyes are heavy.

You ask if she's okay.

"Pfff, what me? Oh don't worry mc, im fine!"

"Just a long day of work i suppose..."

You realize she hadn't went back home last night. You just assumed she came home after you slept and left early this morning.

Portia rubs her eyes. "Mmm... don't worry mc." She smiles, "i have brought some bread for the both of us from the palace. Shall we eat?"

You both sit outdoors and enjoyed the comfort of the soft grass around y'all.

Y'all both hear something rattaling until you see Pepi pop out to greet Portia.

She giggles, "Ah Pepi!!! How's my sweet kitty doing?" Pepi meows and purrs on Portias lap. You can see the drowsyness in her eyes. Then she slowly lays down of the comfort of the grass.

You lay down with her, and she starts to cuddles you away tight. She gives you cute kisses on your cheek. She seems a lil hyper flirty.

"I love you mc" she says giggly. You smile big. "I love you more Portia."

Her eyes lit up and giggles. "Nuh-uh, i love you more!" Y'all both get playful and debate who loves each other more.

"Well... i love you... a trillion times... more..." she passes out. You smile, "you win."

Lucio🐐🐐🐐-

Lucio. Probably is most likely tired from being glamorous. No but seriously, one day he stayed up all night from sword practice with Morga.

When he comes back, he's exhausted. But when he sees you, he just has to show you all that he has learned!

He air attacks and defends while saying, "BACK YOU FOWL BEAST!" or "HAHA, I WON'T LET YOU LAY A HAND ON MC!" You clap and cheer along, "Go Lucio!!!"

Before he makes his "final" move he yawns loud as his eyes gets watery.

"Don't think this is over!" He says. He acts like he stabs the opponent but yawns once more.

You can't help but tease. "Tired already Lucio?" "What?! ME?! Tired?! Ha! Unlikely." But he continues to yawn once more. This time rubbing his eyes.

You get up to comfort him. And bring him to bed. He seems so sluggish despite the show of his.

As he sits on the bed, he pulls you towards him, laying you on his lap.

"Lucio!" You exclaimed, but he just lays his forehead on your chest. He's very drowsy. He smirks at you. "Couldn't help it, but i needed something to lay on."

He realises you. But holds onto your arm, bringing you onto his bed.

"Mc, my sweet lover, please, you seem so... so delicious." He brings you closer, snuggling his chin on your shoulder.

"You smell so so good..." he continues, sniffing your neck softly. Soon nibbling your ear lobe. You just stay there, breathing heavily.

Soon he lays down, you on his side, as he just cuddles you tight, slowly kissing your chin up to your cheek.

You softly kiss his forehead, until you hear him snore loud.

You just pause there for a moment...

....

Then cant help but to laugh.

You both fall asleep together.

Request are still open!!!! Hope y'all enjoyed!!!

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“Gabriel fucks up” The new horrible thing were a horrible oc of mine does horrible things! But this time I translated it! What a miracle! 

There might be some typos but I hope they don’t make this impossible to read

also im dying to know what you guys think and if you have questions i will definetely answer in an oc ramble

This is very long! I’m so sorry mobile users I really hope the Read More works!💕

content warnings for violence, blood, self harm, and abuse

This family had always been propense to tragedy. From the father’s side, chronic illness in every generation. From the mother’s side, accidents and misfortune plagued them.

All that tragedy fell in the children of that union.

The youngest found himself paralyzed, surrounded by his family. Surviving a fire was a miracle, but it didn’t matter. He was only able to stare at the roof, and once in a while, the horrified faces of his brothers and father. The mother could not enter the room, since she cried inconsolably every time she tried.

“We heard he would come soon, only he can save him.” the boy heard the town doctor said one time he was awake.

He didn’t know for how long he was like that, barely clinging to life and consciousness. Each day that passed, Gabriel Garza wished more and more that a miracle were to occur and that they would let him die.

One night, he heard it. He heard the town’s rejoice, their screams of celebration, their begging to get healed of any ill that soon turned into joy and thankfulness.

For a moment, Gabriel heard nothing in the room. No cry, sob, encouragement words, not even his own breathing. The world had stopped.

Did he die? He wasn’t sure, but it felt nice.

“Gabriel?” asked from the door a weak and trembling voice.

“Palmer?” He wanted to ask, but he hadn’t been able to speak since the accident, so everything stayed in silence.

“Gabriel...I’m...I’m sorry...I didn’t-” From the tone and volume, it was clear Palmer was in the border of breaking down, but he was getting closer rather than running away. “I’m sorry…”

Gabriel was annoyed. “Why didn’t you stop me?” He wanted to ask, but thinking about the accident only made things hurt more.

“I heard your dad calling...the...the horseman so you...you will be-” A sob stopped Palmer, but he managed to continue “You will be fine soon, Gabriel.”

The world stopped again, with the difference that now only two friends existed in it. It was peaceful despite all the pain and cries, all of that didn’t matter, Gabriel just wanted to leave and play with Palmer, do anything again. If things could stay this tranquil...

Then, it all broke when he heard his dad and brothers enter the house again, with a stranger following.

Palmer left the room and shyly greeted everyone that entered, staying with the brothers to stare from afar.

“Please...my son….my son...you have to save him, please” begged the father.

The figure observed the kid. Nobody knew how he looked at that charred body, if with mercy, disdain, or pity, the plague mask obstructed any resemblance of humanity from the horseman.

Gabriel opened his eyes to find himself face to face with that terrifying mask. He knew who was behind. Pestilence, horseman of the apocalypse, savior and protector of the town. The only person able to cure him.

Gabriel saw how the hand of the horseman slowly approached him. What was he going to do? The man abruptly lowered his hand to the boy’s forehead, this being as painful as the fire he had survived. Gabriel felt his life was leaving him, and painfully screamed at the top of his lungs. He was dying. He was dying.

Gabriel never felt in so much pain before.

Then he felt nothing.

Was he still in bed? There was no more pain, yes. But there was no hand petting his head, telling him everything will be okay. There was no delicate touch from a father who thought his son would never run or play around the house anymore. There was no hugs or kisses from a mother that saw how her son looked like a kid again and not a charred corpse. There were no light touches and teases from curious brothers that wondered if anything still hurt. There was no trembling hand from a friend who held and grasped with fear the hand of someone who he never thought he would see again.

There was nothing.

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Blessed to feel no pain, they told the kid. It really was not feeling anything at all, heal of anything that hurt him, and the sharp and pointy teeth all the marked in town had. It was difficult the first months. Nobody thought badly of the gift and everyone wanted Gabriel to find the benefits of his new abilities.

When he fell face first into a pot and horrified his family with his face covered in blood, he started to understand how most saw as a benefit his new gift.

But Gabriel could not fully take advantage of it.

Palmer was there.

Since the accident, Palmer dedicated himself as Gabriel’s new protector. Not even his parents cared so much for him as Palmer did. It was boring.

A kid needs to find a way to entertain himself.

It started with some scissors. An accident while doing homework, he defended himself with that excuse, but he really wanted to see how deep he could hurt himself with them. Palmer was horrified and ended up making the two's homework by his own. A knife while he was eating. A burn while he tried to cook. A fall from the stairs for being careless. All these "accidents" put Palmer in an state of immense panic and worry. There were moments when he didn't know how to help his friend and he would cry from feeling so useless. That was one of the biggest joys Gabriel found after receiving his gift. He couldn’t quite explain it, but there was something about reaching that breaking point. Accidents increased and then they stopped being accidents.

Threats started next year. There were things as “I’ll fall down the stairs unless you do my homework” but then they turned into bigger and more impossible things to complete that would give to more terrible and painful consequences for anyone that wasn’t Gabriel. There were time he had hurt Palmer, but it wasn’t as fun. Gabriel had done almost anything that would’ve kill any average person before becoming a teenager, from getting stabbed, shot several times, dismemberment, and even eating things like glass, blades, poison, and nails.

He had told other all of these, but besides some scolding from his parents calling him out in his cruelness towards his friend, nobody seemed to care. The world kept spinning as if nothing wrong was going on, as if all that was just how things were.

In many of those moments, Gabriel swore he could feel again.

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Gabriel bandaged his wrist while his friend still recovered from the show. He didn’t need them, but they would be good evidence for his finding.

“Did you finish?” Palmer asked, still recovering  from the nausea of seeing so much blood. It really hadn’t been much, but some drops were too much for him.

That being said, it hadn’t been some droplets.

“Yeah, yeah, it was nothing.” Gabriel cut the gauze and moved his fingers. All were moving. All was fine.

“That was a bear trap, Gabriel.” Palmer turned around to see his friend.

They were both using the town’s sentinel uniform, just with some variations. Their job was to watch out the town’s perimeter.

“Worse if any of us stepped on it” He stood up from the log he was sitting in and watched the forest around him “Not me, but what if you stepped on it? Or Robin? Imagine if Carla stepped on one, what would the sheriff think if his daughter lost her leg?” he made a mocking face of anger and crossed his arms, taking the usual posture the sheriff would have “He would say something like: And you call yourself a sentinel! My sweet angel is in the hospital now because of you! Which one of you didn’t report the strangers who set up these traps?”

“It’s not funny. Carla has suffered enough because of our negligence.”

“In my defense, she wanted to run away from here with that guy from the neighbor town. The one time I follow orders correctly and you all got mad.”

“You shot her in the leg. She had to be marked to not lose it.”

“But, didn’t you see how she runs now?” Gabriel got closer to Palmer and put his arm around him “I still got the best gift in town but...running that fast is kind of cool.”

“Stop. This isn’t a game. We should head back and report this.”

“I know, I know.” Gabriel pushed Palmer aside, heading to the zone they haven’t revised yet. “But I doubt whoever that put these just left one trap.”

“Gabriel, let’s...let’s head back to town. Nobody gets out anyways…” Palmer instead looked back at the town.

“We all can get out.”

“You know I can’t.” He kept staring, with a more bleak expression. Palmer knew the rules. The marked could leave town as long as they brought new people in, the unmarked had to stay.

“I can change that.”

“Gabriel, I can’t-”

Palmer was interrupted by the sound of a gun cocking.

He quickly turned towards Gabriel “You said you...you wouldn’t bring...bring it…”

“I knew you wouldn’t go with me alone if I told you I was bringing it.” Still pointing, Gabriel approached Palmer slowly and grinning “One shot in any of your organs and we could get out of this putrid town.”

“Gabriel, I don’t-” He wasn’t sure of what to answer. He had always wanted to leave, but the town had been so nice towards his family since any of them could still be perfect hosts. This town was all he knew.

Gabriel changed his expression to a more serious one “What’s wrong? Afraid of death? Afraid that they won’t save you? That you will bleed to death in the woods?” He smiled mockingly “I thought you were scared of being chosen, do you not want to end up like me?”

And he was. Palmer was frozen with fear, he knew that choosing the right or wrong words didn’t matter, that in any moment his childhood friend could end his life by shooting him with no mercy.

“Please…” was the only thing that could get out of his mouth.

Gabriel shot.

The bullet grazed Palmer’s arm.

He sighed with relief, closing his eyes to enjoy living for a few moments again, being saved from all his fears by mere millimeters.

Then he fell a strong and precise punch to his gut, for a moment his breathing completely stopped. Palmer fell to the ground in pain, barely registering what had happened.

“Coward” Gabriel didn’t give time to Palmer to recover and kicked him in the stomach, hurting too the arm that was trying to protect him.

Palmer groaned in pain. He cowered into himself and feared that this was how he would die. The bullet would’ve been a mercy.

“You are a fucking coward” Gabriel was furious, he raised his leg, ready to stomp but hesitated for a moment “I give you a chance to do something for us for once and you just-” and stumped Palmer’s side.

He screamed in agony. It wasn’t his full strength, and Palmer knew this because he was still breathing, with difficulty, but still breathing “Stop! Stop! Please!”

He heard the gun cocking again.

“You never changed.”

Strength was abandoning Palmer, his vision could make nothing more than a blur, he whimpered and broke into tears “Please…” His voice was broken and trembling, almost sounding like the scared boy all those years ago.

“Why didn’t you stop me?”

He didn’t know what to answer. He couldn’t think, all the pain was unbearable. He whimpered and tried to speak.

“I don’t know...I never...never…” he couldn’t go on and kept crying, mumbling to get forgiven. Curled up, he closed his eyes and hoped the last thing he would hear to be a gunshot.

It never came.

When Palmer opened his eyes, it was dawn.

His walk towards the town was slow and painful. Nobody had to know what had happened. Nobody had to know he was injured. There were so many things in his mind and they were all reaching to a daunting conclusion, but Palmer only wanted to get home and be with his rats.

Gabriel watched Palmer’s arrival from afar. So many thoughts flooded his mind, but he wasn’t sure how to feel about them. He thought of the routine that everything had become, his place in town as a trophy and shield, the lives he had ended with no problem, and the ones he let go to see if they could bring anything new to his life. New experiences, new reasons, something, anything.

The week passed like any other with no changes.

And one day, Palmer went missing.

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Fright Night - 1985 - 3.5/5

Highly oversimplified fun ‘modern’ teen adventure book-style take on Dracula - i think?

i am having a fuckking awful night please let this be half okay at least funny like please. right we have some poor audio. tom holland is here? some chick is going on about how much she likes the dark - she’s mina? pale, red lips peeps are making out - it’s just someone squeaking their lips together and then letting go lmao wtf - it’s a tv show about vampires lol this acting is amazing i think its supposed to be he literally just went after her with the blunt end of the stake damn. some more squeaking kisses gross. kids making out, peter vincent is on TV or some shit. boyfriend has wandering hands and she’s told him twice to stop and now he’s bitching at her for not letting him feel her up and then she apologises? excuse me? and now he’s guilted her into doing it? oh damn that’s a nice chocolate coffin where’d he get those binoculars ahaha oh yikes that girl is not ready and now he’s ignoring her oh what is happening. mum’s getting involved. he wanted to fuck she didn’t then she wanted to fuck and he was distracted by some guys carrying a coffin into the basement of the house next door. he’s so distracted he’s completely ignoring his girlfriend.oh damn he pissed off his friend too this guy seems like a dumbass. ew gross oh my god she’s dressed like a prostitute what is that blue thing and the opaque beige hosiery is horrific. it’s funny at this point lots of these clothes are coming back into fashion. then there are those of course that must die and stay dead. damn a big ol scream from the house next door and a light went out. fuckin hell he wait she’s apologising for his  dumbass and said it’s her fault and he’s like yeah i suppose it was like what. i know this is supposed to be like this like he’s clearly supposed to be a terrible boyfriend but fuck he is barely pretending to care about her - he said ‘i love you’ and she’s gooing all over him. now he’s ignoring her again and here’s his weird looking friend who thinks its hilarious oh my god she slapped a hamburger cheese onion and tomato hamburger patty on his face disgusting but damn he deserves it. whoop a guy in the basement just saw this kid snooping - is he seriously just gonna open this guy’s basement doors unsurprisingly dude came and snapped at him like wtf you think you’re doing. he’s obsessed with this house all of the sudden? eating chips at his window with his binoculars. now asleep in that chair and hot damn there’s a couple about to fuck  and tittiiiiiieesssssss. oh damn mate is a vampire looking straight at the kid through the window. just staring. then closes the window with long ass fingers with long yellow nails. just woke his mum up like ma new guys a vampire and she’s like fuck off and he’s sneaking about outside what the hell is this kid on. oh they’re carrying out bodies in garbage bags and what i think they’re trying to show they’ve got sick powers or something there’s this synth beat in the background those are the largest collar flap things i’ve ever seen and that red scarf is sick a lot is happening bro red scarf dude just caught annoying kid charlie spying at them from the hedges. oh shit he’s screaming at his mother and his girlfriend what an ass - Amy is obsessed with their relationship, Mum thinks he’s having a nightmare. he’s the dumbass in the horror movie - running around screaming, telling everyone the guys a vampire killing people getting the police involved like dumbass what teh fuck this is gonna be embarrassing you think if they really are vampires they’re gonna be dumb enough to let themselves get caught. oh what he’s yelling again and interesting there’s a painting of a blonde version of Amy. is this dracula 1980s version. the house is all cobwebs and old timey shit. dumbass getting screamed at by the cop for screaming about his neighbour being a vampire he’s got no evidence but just keeps screaming. you deserve to die like 0% self-preservation skills m8. is he racing home no to his friend’s house his weird friend who’s somewhat more mental than this dumbass - give him eight bucks to tell him how to protect himself from a vampire attack he’s listing off stereotypical shit but i doubt any of this will be legit they all like dangling those and scoffing at them. he’s nailing his window shut but hey guess who mum’s invited innnnnnnnnn ahahahahahahah lol oh damn who sits in a chair like that well hello bruce banner hot edition. hm his fingers look normal now. aahahhaha oh fuck he out here telling charlie he wouldnt have come to visit unless he had been invited and now that he had been he would be over whenever he liked. charlie the dumbass is not trying to hide how terrified he is out here backing away, eyes wide, shaking, Jerry the vampire just staring at him. 'see ya! soon.’ scrambling up the stairs - like just mayyyyybe you shouldn’t have immediately done all you can to piss off the guy you think is a vampire. cause now he’s on your roof. i can’t believe his name is Jerry. this is so 80s. this music man. who chills in a button up shirt all tucked in . is that a mouse? or the trees scratching oh shit jerry’s after the mum. or not. oh fuck there’s no reflection in the mirror and he just broke her door? oooop he’s in dumbass’ roommmm or is he - yep he was hiding in the closet???? is this a metaphor??? howdily hoodily. oh damn yeeted him into his closet. they’re not giving bruce banner very good camera angles. we’re only 30 minutes in and he and the vampire are chilling out, being held up by his throat - ohh broody vampire time. bruce no don’t throw him out the window that’s so obviousoh but damn there’s he’s gonna stake him with a pencil ahaha what oh fuck nosferatu time damn all because of a pencil fuck that is not sexy. he looks like a lord of the rings troll. they both look hella nervous that mum’s knocking on the door. he threatened to kill him, offered him a choice for them to forget each other, he said nah, he tried to kill him, he stabbed him with a pencil, then he roared all scary and buggered off. odd. now he’s just sat down and watched some–dracula ahaha he’s watching dracula? now he’s calling him up ahaha staring at him through the window calling him up on the phone. 'you started this - im gonna finish it!’ like calm down vampire man the boy is a dumbass. this is cheesy but like okay. he legit seems like a proper dumbass teenager kid all overexcited and dramatic and learning all he knows from TV oh damn he’s like a school shooter, wife beater kinda kid though. ahah shitting on friday the 13th calm down that’s a good movie. does this peter vincent actually believe in vampires cause this kid is hoping he does - he’s got those brown elbowed jacket how old is this high school aged kid. ejesus what the fuck is that moped holy shit. white sneakers that blue knitwear holy shit what the fuck what the fuck charlie dead eyes, monotone sitting in his bedroom he’s filled with religious paraphernalia, dozens of candles and stacks of wood he’s carving into stakes - his GF and friend come in like yo wtf m8 what is all this - he just shrugs and tells em he’s gonna go next door and stab the neighbour. um what the fuck jesus hes crazy he’s weird friend who can’t act thinks so too and eyy the peter vincent late night show is called 'Fright Night’ and the weird kid just said their situation is just like 'Fright Night’ and guess what this movie is called – this is pretty intense like how am I supposed to be taking this is it funny, is it dramatic? this kid looks like he’s gonna pass out he’s having some sort of episode. 'hey amy, you don’t believe me do you.’ 'i love you charlie.’ hm vincent knows whats up amy and weird kid go to see him to help their crazy friend and he’s like oh yeah that insane kid he needs a psychiatrist yo ahaha gets fired gets an eviction notice refuses to help the kids cause he’s very busy about to get rich she’s like i’ll pay you - how much he asks immediately - she tells him—i’ll take it, no hesitation ahaha we’re not even half in? oh damn vincent is in love with his acting i think his shows used to be a lot more popular and now he’s sad and fading and ey its bruce banner all bedraggled they literally called him up to ask if they could go over with dumbass and prove to him brucey boy is not a vampire he thinks its hilarious like damn just calling up vampires and shit i love it so casual like he’s just a neighbour not all heavy handed but needs a little less cheese but eh who can find a golden middle did he just eat a banana. holy hot damn her outfit - he’s outfit, holy shit vincent is here all in his role dressed as the vampire killer, performing for dumbass - damn the house does look appropriately spooky tho god this kid doesn’t shut up they all just wandering into the vampire’s house - Charlie gets a special greeting and here is ol mate all dramatic in a fucking turtleneck please kill me. he’s eating food again? whoop amy and bruce banner just had a moment she’s so pretty but her hair is so fukn eighties and now he’s kissing her hand and she’s giggling and biting her lip 'oh god, he’s neat!’ he didn’t drink that he totally used a tricky magic trick dunno how but he didn’t drink that. Charlie isn’t wrong - pulled out a cross and Bruce Banner jumped back and his jim carrey lackey stepped forward and Banner is threatening his friends like fuck off - 'so you’re finally convinced im not a vampire?’ *completely insincerely, through his teeth* 'yes.’ oh damn all was well then vincent saw he had no reflection - let’s call the police! broody vampire time oh damn found some glass from the mirror. lol that’s the creepiest alley 'pencil dick’ 'chicken shit’ nice. ahaha weird kid giving him shit 'fruitcake’ i hope he leaves him alone like surely its in his best interest to leave the guys who are convinced he’s not a vampire to live? the way he’s dragging amy around is pretty messed. it doesn’t make sense for the weird kid to die. like he doesn’t believe mate is a vampire. but now he will so? that trenchcoat is horrific the shoulders are like double his width he’s just slow walking toward him while weird kid is scrambling about tripping over rubbish but now he’s trappeeddddd #leaveweirdkidalone  oh damn nvm he’s bruce banner’s redfield and he’s going under the trenchcoat, pressed to banner’s chest. we’re only halfway through where is this all going. oh ahaha they’re doing the lets run as fast as we can and ol mate keeps strolling out in front of us and now they’re in a bar oh god now he’s calling the police. whoop oh damn weird kid’s a vampire ahahahahahahaha oh shit leather jacket fucked up hair jerky movements - oh damn just took a cross to the face - can still cry human tears sweating like crazy, yellow eyes, crosses fuck em up and out the window he go ahaha lol he’s calling the cops a fucking gain god he’s so rough with her now bruce banner s in the club god he’s really not that attractive like at all - he’s got a good brow and hair but that’s it. he’s not intimidating, he doesn’t stand out holy fuck that lady in red - the platinum blonde. just strolling closer and closer, left to right right to left and dumbass is just on the phone and Amy is like hell yeah licking her lips his lower jaw is like broken the way it moves. He didn’t have to touch her for her to stop she’s in a daze under his spell and he knows she can’t escape it, rubbing her hand on his ass lol what the fuck putting his on her’s oh he pulled back her collar and went to bite and she jerked back but not in a scared more like a fuck off now what you thinkin boii challenge eyes uh oh both of their collarbones are exposed and my god she’s tiny and making out with his chest and what the fuck oh just on her knees thought she was going down on him in the middle of the club dumbass is all upset that the girl he’s been dragging around and leading on and treating badly is chilling in the arms of a vampire who, if nothing else, is indeed more handsome than dumbass but at the same time he’s a vampire and I think Amy is in highschool so that makes her what?? oh fuck bruce banner killed the two black bouncers in front of the whole club now there’s chaooooos people screaming  amy and charlie separated in the crowd, bruce banner scoops her up 'AAAAMYYYY’ stretches a hand out dramatically toward her damn weird kid got weirder ahaha what is happening this is actually really great. god he’s whiny. it’s so good. people are fucking calling the police left right and now dumbass has finally figured they won’t believe him or help him. oh lil mate peter vincent is like a proper good actor where did they get him amongst these screaming children. 'amy is gonna die, me too probably’ lol this writing oh damn she wakes on a fur blanket in front of a fire in a white dress that permed hair is so fucked there’s paintings of pretty ladies all around and one of them is blonde amy and there he is with his shirt unbuttoned pants buckled up to the navel like damn, dark hair all ruffled - hs head is too big for his shoulders ew what is this kiss she’s shaking with fear, he is like almost crying for some reason and now she’s okay and taking her titties out and coming after him  and here’s some weird slow kissing and damn he bit her damn wouldn’t you fuck first? fkn charlie in his professor jacket snooping about in the shadows with a big ugly gold cross on that house is perfectly spooky holy shit peter scared the fuck outta me damn he got a box of 'props’ which will actually work, got a gun to take care of billy or whatever, his human buddy they wanna sneak in but the front door opened for them oh damn don’t let anything happen to peter he’s precious. it’s like reading a teen adventure story - good simple but memorable characters, good story with lots going on, not deep or thought-inducing just a fun time  now here’s bruce 'welcome to Fright Night’ all chill just standing there in like a priest’s shirt? no bruce leave vincent alone. oh what the fuck making a weird moaning noise as he backs away from the cross - #leavevincentalone oh fuck weird kid is terrifying  wtf now he’s a wolf demon wolf ruff ruff puppyy oh shit he stabbed the puppy and it yeeted over the banister hit the chandelier and holy fuck that is the worst puppeteering attempt or whatever the fuck they’re going for ever - its a plush toy twitching out and now ewwwww what the fuck is that i thought vampires were vampires not like weird wolf gremlin things - its slowly dying with this stake in it, all thin fingers, whines, and cries holy shit this is taking a while. vincent is crying and holy shit its just weird kid crying with a big table leg in him and now he’s dead holy shit and the cross mark healed and he’s naked. bruce is oh fuck Amy is a vampire —“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!’ the drama. can you imagine walking into someone’s house and there’s a naked dead kid with a table-leg through his chest on the foyer floor. the house is pouring out dry ice and green lazer lights and vincent is back my brave boy, with a table-leg and a box all ready to fight. dumbass is struggling to cry over his girl. AMy is turning, I think bruce is making her a coffin. what here we go - everything is as it was in the movies like all the stereotypical shit so now they’re gotta kill Bruce before sunrise so she doesn’t fully turn. monotone - 'stop or i’ll shoot. don’t force me to shoot’ *shoots billy boy in the fkn head* orange eyes man whats with the weird groans and noises when flinching back from the crosses looks like billy boy aint dead after all holy shit blood everywhere yeah just keep shooting im sure that will help oh damn he the terminator - nope he a zombie fuck run don’t ust holy shit he staked him i thought vincent was gonna die he’s dripping green slime he’s got the ebola what the fuck ohmygod ohmygodholyfuckjesus christchrist fuck my god. well that was terrifying. move aside indiana jones . peter ahahah 'eeehhh’ of bruce chillin outside the window. he uses like fifty different voices and accents 'show me how much you love me amy, kill them both. rraaaargghhhh! *elbows a fkn wall* oh damn at least her gross perm is gone. rarrrrgh! *nervous cross and slow back out of the door* jesus what the fuck his bottom jaw is even worse now he just fkn crashed through the pretty round window.  that jacket damn i hate it so much. oh damn is that the sun? looks like the night is done dumbass and he believes he believes and damn that’s a lot of clocks chiming 6am i think it’s 6am. im sorry what the fuck was that did he just get sniped wat the fuck its a gremlin bat oh my god with fangs and shit its scratching him up oh no it bit dumbass what a shame and ohh he burning in green flame in the light of the sun but he fucked off to the basement where he gone vincent’s cut is gone and dumbass doesn’t seem too worried about his bitten arm. whoop it’s amy all wild hair and long white dress orange eyes, smoky lids, big ass fangs and red lips oh damn what the fucking shit 'it’s not my fault you promised you wouldnt let him get me you promised’ she cries then spins around and its actual fear in his eyes as he screams at the sight of her heavily fanged mouth that reaches from one side of her face to the other jesus cchrist that mouth is terrifying i really am not a fan damn yikes man run ew oh no everyone is in trouble, he is hammering that shit fuck everyone is all kinds of messed up these vampires would have them killed in a second this whole sunlight thing is bull - just cause his face is in the light doesn’t mean you can’t get their legs lol come on the disco-balls are shining and ol mate finally decides to try use his outfit - peter closed his coffin and now he’s trapped i kinda want one of them to die oh damn nvm green flame he went shooting and flying back with the force of that sunlight i think he’s dead 'reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee’ damn what the hell is that skeleton 'AAAAAAMYYYYY’ he cried as he died like what some stories need more depth beyond hey i got a picture of someone who looks exactly like you, imma bite you cause now we’re in love, hey kill your ex to prove you love me, i love you and now im dead . oh god worst part is amy’s hair is back in that perm how the fuck. 'we’ve been going in a circle! we’re right back where we started from’ is the opening to the next scene which is dumbass and amy making out in his room - that’s fkn sick, again 'Fright Night’ is back on with ol mate peter vincent. oh no peter vincent on about aliens wait what was that red eyes in the window is ol mate still alive perhaps ew amy deserves better  but hey what the fuck weird kid survived?? oh he removed the stake damn ahaha. what a movie that was a pretty fun time = 3.5/5

[thundersstruck]

Do what you do best - (soft?) Morgan Rielly

A/N: So I’ve never written for Mo but he’s a dad basically... even though he’s only 24. Expanding myself here to other players.

(Y/n/n) means your nickname and (y/l/n) means your last name but your probably knew that..

Requested: umm kinda?? @thiccthighsandhockeyguys is writing a 3 part Auston Matthews imagine for me so like it’s kinda payment for doing that for me?? But she also picked the player????

Warnings: swearing, the brief mentioning of a sex life, angst and fluff

Word count: 1969 (I got super carried away and had to edit it and the post from my computer instead of my phone oof)

Gif credit: @espnlive (side note he looks so cuddly in this gif omg)

Enjoy!

(Y/N)’s POV:

"Mo you okay?" I ask while driving through the light snowfall. He sits beside me playing with the strings on his Maple Leafs hoodie. "Yeah I'm fine." He says with a sigh at the end, I put my hand on his thigh. "Bub I know you aren't okay. What's bothering you?" I ask as he puts his hand on top of mine. "I just, I know your parents like me and all but I've never met your whole family. What if your Aunt hates me or something?" He says glumly. "They aren't going to hate you because I talk about you all the time, very highly at that, we've been dating for a little over a year Mo, they know a lot about us... just not our sex life because that's weird." I say with a smile. "Umm your mom and older sister knows about our sex life." He says chuckling. "So does my older brother but that's only because the three of us are close. My Aunt doesn't know shit about our super spicy sex life." I say with a laugh. "Oh yeah but what about your younger siblings and your cousins?" He asks as he plays with the sleeve of my matching Maple Leafs hoodie. "Ahh my siblings and cousins worship you like a fucking god. Except my little brother Mark, he worships Steven Stamkos and the fucking ice he skates on... for some reason you'd think he'd at least like another maple leaf ya know?" I say giving him a grin. "I don't know maybe coming with you was a mistake." He says as I come to a stop sign. " I'm sorry what the fuck did you just say?" I snap. "You're here and you're gonna get the fuck over it Mo. I went to meet your family last Christmas." I continue as I pull away from the sign and closer to my house. "Babe that's not what I meant." He says as I pull into the freshly shoveled driveway and put the car in park. "Then what did you mean?" I say with an attitude and tears threading to spill. "I just uhh I don't know." He trails off. "Come in with me but if you leave at least get a fucking Uber." I say getting out of the car and slamming the car door. He follows in suit until we reach the door. "Let's pretend we're fucking happy okay?" I say and then open the door with a smile. We go inside with fake smiles on our faces and I'm greeted by my little sister with a hug. "Riells!!" I yell "(y/n/n)!!" She yells as she jumps into my arms, Mo is talking to my other siblings and cousins, looking like he's actually enjoying himself. "Is that MoMo?" She asks giving him a nickname already. "Yes it is Rielly do you wanna say hi?" I ask her walking towards Morgan as she nods her head. "Hey Morgan, someone wants to meet you." I say, calling him Morgan, something I only do when I'm mad. His head snaps towards me and his eyes go wide at the sight of my sister in my arms. "Why hello there, I'm Morgan what's your name?" He asks her "I'm Rielly! I like your hat!!" She yells. "Well Thank you Rielly, I like your name it's pretty cool." He says giving her a fist bump. She then asks to get down and runs off with the other kids. "She gonna call you MoMo because she's heard me call you Mo and probably be attached to you later." I say and then walk away into the kitchen. "They party has arrived and she needs a beer." I say to my older brother as he hands me what I need. "Long drive?" He asks "yeah you can say that." I respond as Morgan goes and sits down next to my father to talk. We all talk for a few hours, Morgan and I exchange a few glances every now and then and even more so as my aunt starts talking. "So (Y/N) how's your sex life?" She asks and I choke on my drink. "Oh my god." I whisper and look at Mo who's holding back a laugh. "Ummm it's fine?" I say as a question "why do you need to know?" I chirp back, something I picked up being around all the guys. She looks at me with disbelief and goes to speak but my brother Mark comes in to save the day. "(Y/N) are you and Morgan gonna come play some pond hockey with us?" He asks and I look over at Morgan. "Uhh yeah I'm down." He says "(Y/N our skates are in the car." He says standing up and I join him. We walk to the car in silence until Morgan speaks up. "(Y/N) I'm really sorry." He says as he takes his skates from the car and then hands me mine. "Oh are you now?" I say with an attitude, holding back tears once again. He shuts the trunk and takes my hand forcing me to look at him. "You know I am." He says softly "save it Mo." I say and walk away towards the pond in my backyard. The crunch of the snow under neath our feet calms me. I sit on the patio bench, Morgan sits next to me and put on my skates, he follows in silence. "So who are team captains?" My oldest brother asks "Me and Morgan." I say bitterly. "Alright let's do it." He says and we pick teams. "Take it easy on them, they're just kids." I say skating past Morgan. "I don't know how to do that" He says "yes you do, treat it like a family skate. This isn't out of your nature.Just do what you do best." I say as we come to the center for face off. Naturally he wins the puck and go after him like a mad man. All the anger and Adrenalin flowing through me. I get to him and give him a little shove to start, then a big shove, it's a big enough shove to have him go down and hit the ice. "The hell?" He asks "that's how you play hockey the (y/l/n) way" I say and skate away. Rielly sits and watches from the patio bench with my sister, mom and aunt next to her. Morgan and I go back and forth giving little shoves till I've had enough and I shove him to the ice, harder than the first time and drop my stick and gloves. "CAN YOU QUIT IT?" I yell at him. "I'm just playing how you're playing." He says getting up. "Yeah well it's real fucking annoying." I snap back not caring about the children around me. "Babe are you okay?" He asks. "DO I LOOK OKAY? NO IM NOT FUCKING OKAY GODDAMN IT MORGAN IM MAD AT YOU!" I yell frightening everyone around us. "I bring you home to meet my whole family at Christmas time, we love Christmas, and you tell me that you think it was a mistake to come with." I say lowering my voice a little "it hurt like fucking crazy! It was like you took the blade off your skate and just stabbed me in the heart with it. Mo it hurt to hear those words come out of your fucking mouth! Don't you understand?" I yell at him. I see a single tear roll down his cheek. "I'm sorry I made you feel that way, but it's not easy to be in my shoes. You talk so fucking highly of me your whole family thinks I'm a god! I'm not a god, I'm just plain old Morgan Rielly from the Toronto Maple Leafs!" He yells back "I TALK ABOUT YOU LIKE A GOD BECAUSE YOU ARE A GOD TO ME YOU FUCKING BLUBBERING IDIOT!" I yell back and then realize what words came out of my mouth. "Mo I..." I start but I'm cut off my his lips on mine and the tears coming down my face. He breaks away from the kiss "I didn't know you felt that way about me." He says pressing his forehead to mine. "Of course I feel that way about you, we are dating." I say giving a small smile. "Yeah about that..." he says trailing off and pulling away from me. "I swear Morgan Rielly if you break up with me you have to walk home." I say as he fumbles around in his jean pocket. "No I'm not that evil." He says still fumbling around. "Then what are you do-Oh my god Mo." I say as I realize he's on one knee. "Mo oh my fucking god what are you doing?" I say tears returning to my face, and my family gathering all together on the snow covered patio leaving me and Morgan on the iced over pond. "I can't tell you how much I love you (y/n). I love the late night dinners, the Netflix marathons, the blue nail polish you wear all season long, the smell of your shampoo, how you look when you wear my jersey at games, the support you give me, the karaoke and make out sessions we have in the car, the warmness of your smile and your hugs and cuddles, your laugh, how your hand fits perfectly in mine, how peaceful you are when you're asleep, when you fall asleep while I watch a game, our long talks, making dinner together, how you're always there win or lose your at every game, the injuries and the chirping, you put up with the boys. I love when we just take a bath together because you don't feel good but you want me to be there, the monthly trips to Niagara Falls because we really are those Canadians, when you ask me to get you Tim Hortons on the way home from practice, your love for pizza and your hair. I love when you put your hand on top of mine and rub comforting circles on it with your thumb and when we wear matching sweatshirts on accident but don't care enough to change. I love every single little thing about you, I love every little thing you do. I love you (y/n) (y/l/n). That's why even though we've only been together for a year I want to make you mine forever. I want to be able to have a family with you, because god seeing you hold your little sister made me think for us having kids together. That's what I want but I wouldn't want it with anyone else, I want it with you. So (y/n) will you please marry me?" He says as tears leave both of our eyes. "Mo, oh my god of course you blabbering idiot, yes I'll fucking marry you." I answer with more tears come down my face. He slips the ring on my finger and kisses me. It's a passionate kiss full of love and care. He pulls away and wraps his arms around me. "I was gonna mention something about our sex life but you're aunt kind of beat me to it earlier and there are children standing near us so..." he says. "God you're such a dork, I love you so much." I say kissing him again. "Well we know who's getting laid tonight, and it's not me." My aunt says and we all laugh. "Mo she just said that didn't she?" I ask "she did.." he says as we blush. Later that night when everyone goes to bed Mo and I sit in front of the fire cuddle into each other's arms. "I wouldn't want to spend Christmas any other way. I love you baby" He says as he kisses me. "I love you too Morgan Rielly."

[selflovebesson]

delicate, part vii — jack avery

requested?: yes oof

a/n: this is the final part of delicate!! idk man i cried writing this but maybe u wont idk

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we stood in the same exact spots for so long my feet began to throb. my back was aching and my heart was pounding in the silence.

i was the first to sit down, my posture straight, my hands laid on my knees, my eyes shot forward at the blank white wall.

freddie honer had decided he would talk to jack in private, and i was preparing myself for the reality of that situation.

“y/n,” jonah spoke, but he sounded so distant. i was too distracted trying to make-out the mumbles coming from the room beside us.

of course not!

no!

i would never fucking—

i think i’ve heard loud sounds. fire alarms, ambulances, zach itching for attention on christmas day. but nothing had prepared me for the loud bang that went off just then. a bang so loud, it filled my brain. for instance, i knew the boys were screaming, scrambling to run, but i sat seemingly unbothered, and listened to the softer loud of the thud of the presumably lifeless body hitting the floor.

i didn’t move. perhaps i couldn’t or maybe i just didn’t want to. maybe it hurt too much to move. either way, jonah was the one to throw me over his shoulder as he ran, along with the other boys, through the zigzags of the home until they hit the driveway and im not sure why but they were running and running and running.

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california is known for how hot it is. at least that’s how it was when i was growing up. california was the hot state. summer even during winter. beach days everyday. i never imagined the heat could close my throat the way it was right now. but then again everything else was closing, too.

“what the fuck are we going to do?!” jonah.

“im not sure, man, but jack—“ eben.

“don’t you dare say it.” corbyn.

sobbing, i knew that was daniel and zach. the two distinct cries were unmistakable to me. i’d heard them millions of times before.

i felt myself unfolding, coming undone, as my brain drained the long gone banging sounds from replay. i looked around, trying to make sense of what was happening, but all i could see was grass. grass and a pile of boys holding back terrible tears under heavy breathing.

“corbs?” deja vu. i shivered at the reminder of the driveway scene, but shook it off because i knew this time it was him, this time i was met with glowing blue eyes not cold brown ones.

he kneeled down beside me, where i sat with my back against a wooden fence. “hm? yes, dear?” his voice was choked, his attention forced, and i felt my own tears starting a lump in my throat.

“where are we?” i managed, swallowing my emotions.

“uh,” he looked around, running his hands through his fallen flat hair. “i think, about 40 miles from the city.” that means we were only 60 miles away from honer. from malis. from jack’s dead body.

you know how they say good things come to those who wait? i waited all my life to find somebody like jack. and when i finally found him, he gets ripped away from under me like some sort of faked welcome rug. so perhaps good things only come to those who earn them, or maybe its just at random.

i felt my feet itch and i shot up from my spot on the grass, surprising all the boys around me. i gave him each a look before i began speeding down the side of the road. mostly because i knew they’d follow suit. and anything was better than staying put at this point in time.

“y/n we can’t run 40 miles!” corbyn called from not so far behind me but i only picked up my pace. should i prove him wrong? show him all the adrenaline i have rushing through me at the moment? maybe. maybe. maybe.

an hour. sixty minutes. that’s how long it took for my legs to give in and drop me to the gravel. the crunching sound of my knees on the pebbles and pavement stopped the five boys behind me as well. my chest heaved up and down uncontrollably but not only because of the running. my tears were falling unconsciously and i was doing nothing to stop them anymore.

i grabbed onto everything i could, grass, dirt, fucking concrete, anything that would hopefully feel like something in my hands. i felt like i had been stabbed repeatedly, over the course of a thousand years, slowly tortured by demented beings. but, then again, that’s basically what freddie honer had just done.

my heart was pounding, so loudly i was praying the boys wouldn’t hear it but they probably could because i could hear theirs, too. boom boom. boom boom.

“y/n?” his voice was distorted and faded, my ears rang and popped with such a painful surge. i felt defeated. utterly and completely defeated.

-

i woke up the next morning to the comfort of my own bed. i woke up the next morning in a cold sweat. my hands were drenched in the liquid, as were my thighs and arms and face. i was breathing heavily, and everything that happened before, in that moment, had been but a dream.

so i sprinted down the stairs, caring less for if i fell or not, and into the kitchen where the boys sat at the kitchen island, in the early morning darkness, silently. i curved the corner and slapped my hands onto the counter, quickly making a mental count of how many there were. “one, two, three, four, five.” five. only five.

“y/n?” eben’s voice echoed off the walls of my brain but i couldn’t focus on it.

i ran myself back up the stairs and burst in the door of jack’s room. it was empty and cold. oh so cold. my shaky fingers traveled over everything. from his nightstand table to his graduation cap, which sat still on his dresser.

i looked myself in the mirror then, and i felt ghostly. the bags under my eyes spoke for themselves and the tears cascading down my already dry ones, was traumatizing.

i reached for one of the drawers, popping it open and grabbing the nearest shirt. it was a blue stripped one he used to wear every so often. he’d bought it on impulse after i told him how much i liked it at the store.

i gripped it. digging my nails into it. it still smelled like him. the strong scent of his cologne filled my nose and traveled to the far away place he held in my mind.

just then, i felt a large hand land on my waist and i jumped lightly, only to be greeted by jonah’s soft expression. he looked broken too. perhaps a bit more put together than me but broken nonetheless. “y/n?” he began. “how long till you’re ready to talk about this?” i shot my eyes up at him as if he were insane. was he really asking me this? jack had only died the night before.

“jonah,” i growled. “jack died last night. do you really expect me to be ready to do anything in less than 24 hours?” his expression turned to confusion in a moments pass and i looked at him carefully through the mirror.

“sweetheart,” he sighed. “im not sure what you think happened. but, jack’s been....gone.... for almost six months. and i know it’s hard because its been hard for all of us but, we need to talk about this at some point.”

“you’re insane!” i raised my voice in sudden rage. “what the fuck do you mean six months ago?!”

“y/n. im sure you remember it rather vividly. the girl. the house. her father—“

“don’t remind me, marais!”

“look,” he grabbed my shoulders and sighed. “my point is, it happened half a year ago, and healing starts with talking.”

“healing starts with talking.”

[prompt-master]

Dear Evan Hansen Headcanons

- Jared once bought heelies because as the school funnyman it’s practically his job- but then he rolled down a ramp and crashed into a fountain

- when Connor was alive he punched a kid who made fun of his black nail polish

-Evan has both a fidget cube and spinner, but uses the cube more often. Jared used to tease him for it but then he saw how much it helped Evan and let the boy be free

-Evan has actually been handling his anxiety a lot better since the whole Connor project incident, and it makes Heidi and Jared so happy because: you’re doing great sweetie look at you go

-it took Evan a really long time to tell Jared how he actually broke his arm and when he did it was very a random very fast word vomit while they were hiking.

-Evan falling out of the tree is now the one thing Jared will not make fun of

-Jared once tried to ask Evan out and ended up screaming “YOU WANNA GO” at him and Evan instantly thought Jared wanted to fight and was Afraid

-things were incredibly awkward with Zoe for a long time. Most of the time they accidentally met in the orchard and Evan would always, without fail, start apologizing. Zoe is so used to it that whenever she sees Evan she instantly says “it’s ok.”

-Heidi takes as many days off as she can but she’s still really busy, whenever she’s home she’s making all of Evan’s favorite foods and they chill out and watch cop shows

-Heidi usually asks how Evans day went and if he’s doing ok, and Evan makes sure she’s not over exhausting herself

-One time in the middle of Evan’s routinely “I’m sorry I fucked up so bad” speeches Zoe suddenly asked “so you wrote that letter?”

-Evan didn’t go to the orchard for a week after that he was so shook

-whenever someone accidentally steps on the back of Evan’s shoes he loses his shoe, everything in his pockets, and face plants

-Jared is gonna make fun of Evan until he dies but if anyone else does Jared will personally show up to your room that night and end you

-Zoe actually helped to mend their very awkward relationship by making stupid jokes before Evan could open his mouth and after that they were able to just have a comfortable silence

-Jared is the living embodiment of “I made you a friendship bracelet” “lol that’s so stupid” “you don’t have to we-” “NO IM NEVER TAKING IT OFF”

-he may or may not have a few of Evans friendship bracelets around his ankle

-after middle school Jared actually got really afraid of being bullied, so when high school started he upped his teasing to the next tier

-Evan tries really hard to comfort Jared when he feels like shit- which is more often than you’d think- but it’s just so hard to tell when he is and he always throws it off with a dumb joke

-one time Jared teased Evan about the Connor project, and went too far, Evan didn’t speak to him for the rest of the day, Jared almost cried

- sometimes when he can tell Evan is having a rough day he invites him to places randomly- “hey so all my totally awesome friends bailed on me for the mall, and I figured you’d wanna go since you have no life or whatever”

- alternatively Evan sits by Jared and makes awkward small talk, and just gives the boy a chance to tell him what’s wrong. He’ll give him his cube if Jared seems especially anxious

-Zoe once asked Evan if anything he told her was true, and he told her about the printer story. She seemed somewhat happy that Connor cared she was in the letter.

-Zoe once stabbed Connor in the eye with mascara and still finds it one of the funniest memories of him

-Zoe is a music depression person, she sits in her room with music full blast a lot

-“wait Zoe you know that you don’t have to like forgive me and be friends with me right like that’s totally ok i know I screwed up so-” “I know, I also don’t have mourn Connor” “…so why are you at the orchard so much”

-she never explains this

-one time Jared jumped on Evans back and they both ended up in a river

-he knows Evan has the strength to hold him up and dammit he’s gonna prove it

-one of the things Evan doesn’t regret about the Connor project is his speech because he still gets messages of the video thanking him and telling him how helpful it was

-Evan really wants a hamster, like really fucking badly

-Jared constantly greets people with “sup I’m gay” or “sup Hereros”

-Jared also constantly points out hot guys in hopes that Evan will agree because he can’t tell if Evan really is bi or not he just gets bi vibes from him

-“hey can you help me find updog” “what is..updog��?”

- this happens with Bofa too

- Connor used to be the master of avoiding situations. If you tried to have a serious conversation with him he’d either distract you or you’d turn around and he’d just be gone.

- he also does this thing where he pulls his hoodie up and pulls the strings whenever he just can’t deal with how stupid this is

-Jared was the first to drive and oh god what a mistake that was, he’s terrible

-Zoe once laughed really hard and spat gum at a teacher by accident

-one time while hiking with Evan he reached over and ate a leaf and Evan can’t even look at him the same way- what is wrong with you, Jared

- operation ask Evan out part 2- Jared tried to let Evan come to him because who wouldn’t you know? Then Zoe explained that she solidified the relationship- so he took Evan to the park but ended up eating too many chili dogs and throwing up on the curve when he got nervous. He was still trying to ask him out while hurling

-Alana becomes Number One Leader, she’s great at it, she’s learned to listen to other people more often.

-she hangs out with Jared and Evan a lot, she usually organizes the hangouts

-was voted most likely to succeed in life and honestly? It was probably unanimous

- Jared and her are in the “Evan was a dick to me” club and have tshirts

- eventually they let Zoe into their club

-one time they were hanging out and invited Zoe without Evan knowing and Evan nearly jumped out a window he ran away so fast

- Alana saw Zoe’s stars on her jean cuffs and got so happy “oh my god that’s such a great idea it looks so cute!” “Oh thank you it’s just-” “do you mind if I do it too?” “Not at all but why-” “do you have a marker?”

- Evan can’t tie his shoes

- Alana ends up uploading a bunch of videos of Zoe playing songs, and they get some good attention. Zoe was shocked but Alana just explained that it was inevitable

-Jared goes through everyone’s phones and changes people’s contact names to memes

- “Evan stop apologizing so much” “I’m sorry-” “Evan no. None of that. Please” “ok ok I’m sorr-” “EVAN”

- Evan and Alana hate litter. Like a lot. Jared will never understand it but whenever the two are out they’re just picking up all the litter they find and throw it out.

-Jared once made a joke “maybe you guys should just carry around bags to carry garbage in”

-After they started doing this Jared made another joke: “why don’t you two make a recycling project”

-after Alana and Evan become save the world co-presidents Jared learned he really needs to stop joking.

-Jared cried when he graduated