#i guess the people who just show up to pray are annoying but not disruptive. the people with angry signs and shouting suck ass though

[supercantaloupe]

ah yeah it's saturday and the school year's started. explains the protesters on my way to the metro station

[edgeofmyniall]

Part Two

“Do ya have peanut butter?” Niall asks as the waitress shakingly hands us menus. She’s staring at the both of us, either in shock that we’re seated in her booth at her work or because the first thing out of Niall’s mouth is asking for peanut butter.

“I don’t know. It’s my second week so I’m not sure though. Can I get you anything to drink?” her voice squeaks over the radio playing today’s hits; she’s quite confused as to why Niall would ask her for peanut butter in a pancake house. This little hole in the wall restaurant almost looks like a time warp back to the nineties hit show “Saved by the Bell”. Bright red and blue booths with the tables lined in yellow sit perfectly in rows. Two columns of booths run along the walls with white tables running down the middle. Along the walls nearest the kitchen are two giant pink tile squares with the name of the diner in green neon writing. I gaze over the menu, and at the bottom written in fine print, reads, “If we can’t produce your favorite pancake, your meal is on us.”

“I’ll take an orange juice,” Niall’s voice sounds deep, like he has to overpower this timid teen. I look up to the blonde girl, her eyes frantic, and smile.

“I’ll take a cup of coffee and some water. If you don’t have peanut butter, it’s no big deal,” my voice seems to soothe her. She nods her head so frantically that her paper hat nearly falls off. She turns on her heels, marching to the kitchen; she’s on a mission to find me some peanut butter. Niall and I look at each other for a moment- a moment where our eyes lock. The crow’s feet around his eyes form as he toothily smiles before he lets out a laugh so deep it hits me in my heart, it nearly leaps out of my chest. I try to cover my mouth with my hand, I really do, but I miss somehow. My knuckles hit my cheeks as I turn to face the white divider that has a blue triangle pointing down the column of booths. The laugh grows as my mistake is seen by Niall. I roll my lips together trying to kill my laughter, but seeing Niall’s face turn to the color of a ripe tomato makes my efforts worthless. I let my laugh slip, and it’s not that I’m wanting to laugh at our waitress, but it’s obvious she’s a fan.

“She’s so nervous. Stop that Niall,” I swat my plastic covered menu at Niall’s arm. He runs his fingers through his hair as he tries to concentrate on his menu.

“Yeah, well, you went and hit yerself in the face for no fuckin’ reason,” Niall grins, his white teeth practically sparkle. “What an idiot.” I go back to looking at my menu, mindlessly letting time drag by. I know what I want; I always get it. Niall’s smile imprints on my brain, permanently etched in the Niall folder of my memories. My teeth graze over my bottom lip; I wonder what it feels like to have Niall’s lips on me, on my skin. For me to be the reason behind his smile. To have his hands touching me.

I suddenly lose my train of thought when our waitress comes back with our drinks. She has tot hold the tray with both hands she’s shaking so bad. She nearly spills Niall’s orange juice on him, but he grabs it before she can let go. He gives her a reassuring smile. As I am being handed my coffee, she opens her mouth.

“I just love y’all. I’m sorry I know it’s not professional or anything, but I love you guys. I grew up listening to One Direction,” when she looks at Niall, her eyes light up before she turns to me, “And-and I always aspired to be your mom. This is a dream come true.”

“Well thank you for everything,” Niall says smoothly, something he’s said a million times over. “Without you, we wouldn’t be here. So what’s good here?”

She goes on a ramble of the chef’s special and their rise to fame while I mentally withdraw myself. Hearing how young girl aspire to be my mom is something I’ve dealt with my entire life. I can’t count how many times I heard ‘you’re so lucky Ashley Diana is your mom.’ or ‘I can’t believe you’re Ashley Diana’s daughter!” My personal favorite is, ‘It’s a shame you quit modeling. Your mom must be devastated.’ As if using my mother’s name gets anyone brownie points with me. As if I can’t be my own person.The amount of looks I got when I was growing up because I became bigger cut me deep. I always felt like a disappointment to my mom, and some days I still feel like that.

“Ya okay, Townes?” Niall asks. The waitress is gone along with our menus. Did I even order my food? But suddenly I’m not hungry anymore. I smile hoping it will comfort him. I pray for a distraction, anything at this point. I don’t want to be here anymore.

“I’m fine.” I lie. My stomach churns, I feel a sour taste rising in my throat. I want to leave.

“What’s with the peanut butter anyways?” Niall asks, trying his best to change the subject. He’s stirring his orange juice slowly with his plastic straw. His brow is furrowed, lines of skin rolling together like when the last of the ocean waves meet the shore. His eyes show concern, but he can’t look me in my own eyes. Something I’ve always hated about growing up in the spotlight, even Niall who was thrown into it, is that we both have to act a certain way, think a certain way, be a certain way, and for me I’ve never fitted into the mold. I was never the girl who everyone wanted to be like. I was the black sheep of the family, of Hollywood.

“Makes ‘em sweeter,” I whisper numbily, barely audible. I pour sugar from the glass holder into my coffee and stir, watching the black liquid swirl around in the cup, like a whirlpool pulling in everything in its path, I want to drown. My mind is foggy as I watch the sugar dissipate. I want to sink in to the red and blue booth, become something in the background, anything other than standing out. In this moment, I want to blend in.

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Niall turns the volume knob up on the radio, letting the soft rock song consume his car. We’ve been on the road for thirty minutes now, and we haven’t said a word. My legs are propped on the dash as I’m slightly slouched in the passenger seat. My head is turned towards the window watching the highway pass us. The trees and billboards eventually become a blur as Niall speeds through the fast lane. My body feels heavy like a rock. If someone could throw me, I’d sink to the bottom of the lake with no struggle. Niall thumbs the steering wheel to whatever song is playing. The mindless beating rings in my ears. It’s not annoying, but it’s on the verge of.

“Ya know,” I sigh, still looking out of the window. I’m breaking the silence from the restaurant that carried over to the car. “You never told me where we’re going.” I turn my head to look at Niall. He’s grinning to his ears. He’s hiding something, and I need to know what.

“Somewhere,” he’s sly. He won’t tell me where. Normally, red flags would pop up, but with Niall, somehow in some demented way, I feel safe. And it’s not like I haven’t tried to find out either. His GPS was already set when I climbed into the SUV this morning. I asked him multiple times in our duration of text messaging and all he would say was “Somewhere.”

“Niall, where on God’s green Earth are we going?” I sound annoyed, and partially because I am. I’m annoyed with the games and the secrets and people holding out on me. I’m sick of everyone’s shit.

Including my own.

Niall frowns. Obviously my annoyance disrupted his plan. “Lake Victoria.” His voice is cold. The opposite of what it was just a few moments ago.

“Lake...Victoria? As in Washington?” I repeat, only this time those exact words sound like a question instead of a statement. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ Niall, that’s a day or two away. And we’re driving there?” I huff as I slide further down in my seat.

I am going to die.

“Figured it would be a nice getaway for the both of us. Secluded from everyone including our phones, that way we can write, and maybe get to know each other better,” his words run through me like a nail being hammered into wood. He’s trying to help you, and you’re being a bitch about it.

“Guess it wasn’t a great idea as I thought,” he sounds disappointed in himself. Like he was trying to impress me, and I’m not giving it to him, when in fact I was quite impressed. No one really went to great lengths to impress me or to win me over besides my mother. But with my mom, I think she was trying to overcompensate for the times that those modeling agencies turned me down by kindly sugarcoating that I was too fat for them.

“No, it is.” I pause, scooting up in my seat. “I just- I don’t know, maybe I’m being dumb, but I’m not used to people being nice to me for no reason. There’s always a reason, Niall. Always.”

“You deserve to be treated nicely. No one should an ulterior motive. I mean, I get it. This business is a dog-eat-dog world, but you deserve to be treated like a human.” Niall’s voice soothes me. My body becomes soft, and feels like a feather flying through the air. I want to soar.

[friendly-neighborhood-michelle]

Hey 😄 I wanted a one shot, where peter tries to hide his identity to the reader. He tries to convince her by visiting, her, wearing the spiderman suit telling, he is not Peter. And she 'believe' him. And she flirts 'spiderman man' to make Peter jelous. I dont now if that make any sense 💕

I hope you enjoy :) i got a bit carried away lol but ending is very cliche, as requested ;)

Style: one shot

Word Count: 1969

Warnings: slight cursing, fluff, and a silly/stupid peter parker

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Peter Parker. You’re average, everyday, run-of-the-mill, basic, boring, absent-minded, adolescent boy. Said no one ever.

Although he seemed like that on the outside, you refused to accept that fate for your best friend. He was funny, brilliant, and for some unknown reason, extremely and utterly confusing.

He would dart out of the room unexpectedly, only to come back out of breath and disheveled. You prayed to god he wasn’t running about, getting in a quickie with some rando girl every so often. Of course, your mind always brushed that away every time you thought of it, I mean, Peter wasn’t that kind of person. He was shy and extremely awkward. He’s fumble over his words and stumble over his feet. You played it off as hilarious, but really, you found it adorable. He was just so damn cute. When he’d blush, you’d blush. When he’d smile, you’d smile. When he’d cry, you’d cry.

You two had a connection no doubt, but you assumed Peter painted it in his mind as platonic. But for some goddamn reason, you couldn’t help but take it as love.

You were in love with Peter Parker.

I mean yes, he had perfect hair and a charming smile, anyone who likes guys knows that good hair is an absolute treasure and a cute smile could make your head spin uncontrollably, but it was Peter’s personality that got you hooked. He was passionate about doing the right thing, from giving a homeless citizen a hot meal to doing his chem homework done in time. The way he talked about his ambitions and love for his Aunt May, it drew you in.

Watching the smile on his face and light in his eyes captivated you, like sirens to a ship full of drunken sailors navigating the seas. But, instead of his lure taking you to a death-defying fate, it lead you straight to his heart.

You dared not ever confess your feelings, potentially risking the bond you thrived off of.

You just couldn’t escape, no matter how hard you tried.

Peter had done what he always had. He left in the middle of your after-school, study session at the library. You expected it by now, and you couldn’t tell if you were getting immune to it, or annoyed by it.

You never asked where he was going, but when he got back he always felt the need to give an excuse.

The first time;

“Sorry, May needed me.”

“Peter it’s fine, I don’t care. Just warn me before running off like that.”

The sixth time;

“Sorry ‘bout that, had to use the bathroom. It was an emergency.”

“You went to the bathroom. For 45 minutes??”

And today, the fourteenth time; (but who was counting)

“So sorry, I just got super hungry and went to Delmar’s for a quick bite.”

“Shit excuse Peter… but did you even get me anything?”

You didn’t understand. Why would he just keep running off, literally. It made absolutely no sense. But you ignored it, you trusted Peter. But you couldn’t help but wonder if he trusted you. Why would he lie to you? You thought you were closer than that.

So, you spoke up.

“Peter.”

“Yeah?” He stayed continued on with his homework.

“Why do you lie to me.” And with this, he froze.

“I don’t know what you mean Y/N.” Still, looking down at his paper, but this time not working.

“Peter. We should know each other better. You should know me better.” He looked up at you, only to meet a pair of disappointed eyes.

“We do know each other. I don’t know what you’re talking about. We’re best friends.”

“Then why do you lie to me? You just run away and come back a long enough amount of time later. Only to return looking all messed up and with some lame excuse.”

“Y/N lis-” You cut him off.

“Do you not trust me?”

“No. You know I trust you Y/N. I just have a lot going on, I don’t want to drag you into a mess and disrupt your life with it.” He looked back down, and continued on with his work.

You looked forward again, huffing out a sigh of unsatisfaction. Your eye was caught by the muted television mounted onto the wall of the library. The commonly seen “Spider-Man” was shown successfully stopping a corner mart robbery.

That. That explained it. All of it.

It undoubtedly made no sense that the timid Peter Parker could be a superhero associated with Iron Man and The Avengers. But it was the closest thing you had to a truth. So you rolled with it.

“I get it now.” Peter ignored you, only offering a slight ‘hm’ in response.

“You’re Spider-Man.” As expected, Peter shot his head up.

“That’s ridiculous Y/N. Look at me, I’m no Spider-Man.” He stumbled over his words. A typical trait to the young boy.

“Peter stop it. I know it’s you. Granted, you don’t seem to match an outside appearance of such a brave, bold superhero. But the Peter I know, would stop at nothing to do good to his beloved Queens.” He hated you for that. For complimenting him and reminding him of the reason he does it all, showing off how well you knew your best friend.

“Y/N…” he really didn’t know how to get out of this one, and even for a brief second, you hoped you’d guessed right and he’d finally stop lying. But alas, “…I told you, I’m not Spider-Man. People will never see me the way they see him, it’s not even imaginable for a kid like me to be like him. So just drop it.”

You winced at the sharp-tipped words he let out. You didn’t want to fight with Peter, so you let it go. But you didn’t let him off the hook so easy, for the rest of your study session, you didn’t pipe a single word to him. You knew It’d kill him inside. Regardless of how it pained you to do such a thing, it was mandatory in order to knock some sense into him.

After arriving home, grabbing a snack, and heading to your room, you flopped down on your bed. Closing your eyes and letting out a shaky, annoyed sigh as to how the day had gone.

You reached over your head, eyes still closed, and pulled your pillow over your face. The cool touch of your pillowcase, engulfing your senses for a brief second. You relished the feeling, before being robbed of your tranquility by a slight ‘bang’ against your window.

You groaned, sitting up, and opening your eyes. The light coming from your room hurting your eyes for a moment, after getting used to the dark setting your eyelids provided. You stood up, dragging your feet over to the window, looking out for whatever could’ve hit your window.

You assumed something fell from a fire escape a few levels above yours, or a bird hitting the window a tad when perching on the sill. But what you found was all to comedic.

There he was, Peter. Well, Spider-Man. If Peter was Spider-Man, you’d known he was here to discourage you from your former accusations.

You opened the window and stepped out. Smirking at the overdramatic gesture.

“Hi.” Was all he said.

“Hey Pete. How’s the trouble in Queens tonight?” You smirked.

“I-I’m sorry, you must be mistaken.” Funny, Spider-Man was less confident than Peter when it came to playing something off.

“Oh, my bad. So Spider-Man,” you figured you have some fun an make Ol’ Petey jealous, “I just can’t help myself.” You placed a hand gently on his bicep. “Oh my,” you said dramatically, “You’re SO strong and brave,” you dramatically, again, bit your lip, “There’s no way you could be Peter. He’s nothing like the man you are Spidey.”

And with that, he was a goner.

“Wha-What do you mean, ‘no way,’ I-I mean he could be at least a-a little manly…  like m-me.” He choked out.

“Nope. No way in hell he could ever be as muscular and hot as you are.” It was so hard to not burst out in laughter right then and there. You didn’t care if by putting on this act you were hinting towards your longing crush on Peter. It was damn well worth it.

“Okay well, this Peter kid, who I don’t know,” He’d put an unnecessary emphasis on ‘don’t’, “is probably super hot, like, he sounds hot, you know, like, he, the way, he just, hot, you know, he’s gotta be at least a little?”

Again, you tried desperately not to laugh, as hard as it was, “No. No.” You shook your head, stepping closer to him, “Peter isn’t anywhere near as attractive as you are…. Then again, unless, you’re Peter.” You suggested with an all-knowing smirk.

“Ahaha, no-nope, just me, your friendly, neighborhood, good ol’ spider-man.” He nervously laughed out.

“If you say so…” You dragged on, hoping he’d jump in and finally come clean.

He stood his ground, agitating you a bit. You had to do it. You had to complete the mission no matter the stakes. You cringed at your future actions, but letting way to what was ultimately necessary.

“Well, since you’re not Peter, you won’t mind if I lifted your mask just a bit… and kissed you?” Bam. Just like that, he was done for.

You knew, because you two had previously talked about it, that Peter would never let you kiss someone you didn’t know first. You had always seen it as a ‘protective big brother’ type of thing, but really, it was born from any potential jealousy Peter didn’t want to ever encounter.

Hence, you leaned in. He didn’t stop you.

You lifted his mask gently. He didn’t stop you.

You lifted yourself on the balls of your feet and-

-he stopped you. Pushing a hand to your chest.

“Wa-wait. Y/N stop. I can’t let you do that.” You chuckled, causing him to become confused as to why you’d laugh at a rejection.

“I caught you.” He still didn’t catch on.

“I never told you my name.”

“Shit. Y/N. Please, do-don’t be mad at me.” He suddenly began to fear for your friendship.

“Peter I’m not mad.” You reassured him. “I just, I wish you felt like you could’ve told me. You know?”

“Yeah, I get it. I just didn’t want you to have to risk anything for knowing my secret.”

“I would’ve easily given that sacrifice… for you Peter.” You smiled tenderly as Peter lifted off his mask.

There he is. The boy you knew and loved, under that intimidating mask and you felt differently about.

“Sorry for trying to kiss you, I just did it because I knew you wouldn’t want me to kiss any guy I didn’t really know.” You looked down, a blush creeping its way onto your cheeks.

“It’s fine,” You met his eyes, “and, I didn’t stop you because of that.” It was now your turn to be confused by his statement.

“I-I wanted the first time we kissed, and yes, I kind of hoped it would eventually happen, but, I wanted it to be me, Peter Parker, to be able to say that they kissed you. Not some superhero who could take all the credit.”

And with that, all your fears, all your anxiety, all the hiding your feelings towards Peter all were simply swept away by the passing, quiet friend that was the new york breeze.

But you as well, were pushed in a way by that breeze, but not away from yourself or from Peter. But rather, drawing you in, into a gentle kiss.

And all the world, too, was swept away, by that knowing friend you called the breeze.

[rickiewrites]

The Dream Before the Nightmare Ch.1 (Re-edited)

Rejection. Rejection was always something mankind had the trouble, not just handling, but accepting. What should one do when faced with life’s never ending string of rejection? Do you accept it and admit defeat, or do you become a glutton for punishment and push onward in what one can only presume to be a masochistic manner until that rejection becomes acceptance? This was the nature of Jonathan Scully, who time and time again endured the pain of rejection in hopes that one day he would finally be accepted; in his heart, he was praying that today would be that day.

He sat in silence shifting nervously in his chair continuously crossing and uncrossing his rather long skinny legs in an attempt to refrain from bouncing his knee. The room was unbearably silent, the only sound to disrupt it was that of a page turning which only made him more anxious each time he heard it because it meant the end was near. Across from him sat an older gentleman reading intently from a stack of papers he held in his hand giving off no expression that could help ease Jonathan's racing heart. What the man held in his hand was a script, a play that Jonathan had spent months pouring his heart and soul into; yet this man in the span of twenty-minutes was nearly done reading it.

With a long sigh the man dropped the script down on his desk, taking a long hard look at Jonathan causing him to freeze up in his seat, this was it, the moment of judgment. “Mr.Scully,” he said in a stern tone causing Jonathan to straighten up “y..yes Sir Greeves?” he replied. Greeves placed his hand on top of the script tapping his finger on the paper with an annoyed look spread across his face.

“This script….”

“Yes?”

“It’s like the others you have brought to me, isn’t it?”

“Well I admit it is similar, but this time I-“

“Mr. Scully! How many times have you shown up to my office?”

“Well, I believe this makes thirteen times this year Sir.”

“Thirteen times…which means thirteen scripts you have brought into my office and thirteen times I have to tell you no.”

“No? But sir, if you would just give this a chan-“

“The answer is no! No one wants to be frightened! This may be fine in your own little-twisted world, but it is not fine in the real world!”

With a frustrated sigh, Greeves pushed the script over to Jonathan standing up “look, boy, while I appreciate your love for the arts I don’t think you have a knack for creating it” he said as he walked over to the coat rack grabbing his coat and cane.He bid him farewell and walked out the door Jonathan jumped out of his seat, grabbing his script before rushing out after Greeves. “Please Sir Greeves reconsider” he pleaded, but Greeves merely held his hand up to silence him getting into his carriage “it’s time to accept reality and give up these silly dreams of yours” was all Greeves said to him before his carriage took off.

He stood there for a moment, watching the carriage go down the road. Once it disappeared from sight, he hung his head in shame sticking his script into his coat as he turned away to walk home.“And once again the prodigious world of Jonathan Scully has been laid to ruin by the mundane and austere masses of jolly old England who refuse to understand it!” he cried, placing the back of his hand on his forehead and arching his back taking a dramatic pose of distress in the middle of the sidewalk. It took the stares of those around him and low mutterings questioning his sanity to pull him from his moment, with a nervous laugh and clearing of his throat he continued his journey home.

As he walked through his small town he passed a small medical clinic and in the window, a figure watched him intently before rushing out to meet him. “Jonathan!” a woman’s voice called, when he turned around he was met with a warm smile spread across a freckled face and hazel eyes that brightened at the sight of his face. “Oh, Miss Stein” he greeted her with a weak smile taking her hand and bowing his head kissing it to her delight “ a pleasure as always to see you.” Her smile grew as she held the bottom of her dress doing a small curtsy “the pleasure is always mine and please do call me Sarah, you have no need to be so formal.” He released her hand and nodded to show he understood her request with a small grunt, “today was the day, wasn't it? Please don’t keep me in suspense any longer and tell me how it went.” Her words caused him to clutch his chest where the script rested inside his coat with a pained look on his face chewing his lip as his meeting with Greeves replayed in his head.

“Jonathan?”

“Hm?

“I’m sorry, did I say something wrong?”

“No, no, it’s alright. There’s nothing wrong with being curious.”

“So the meeting..”

“It was another rejection, heh, guess I should be used to that by now huh?”

“Jonathan, I’m so sorry”

“Don’t be, the world just isn’t ready for me yet and that’s fine.”

He gave her a smile when he noticed her studying his face to reassure her, “I should go now” he bid her farewell and walked away. She reached out to him wanting to comfort him ‘you don’t have to suffer alone’ she thought retracting her hand when she was beckoned back inside by her father. As his figure disappeared from her sight she clenched the bottom of her dress asking herself what she had to do to be let into his heart.

“Sarah? Sarah! Where are you-you indolent girl?” her father yelled in anger attempting to move one of the wheels on his wheelchair that had gotten stuck, “here I am” she spoke reluctantly coming to his aid. “Finally! I have been looking for you all day, what in blazes have you been doing?” he growled, she kept a calm composure wheeling him out to the dining room “I only went out to greet Mr. Scully.” He scoffed, “Scully? The farmer’s boy? What a waste of time to pay that weird boy any mind” he muttered being brought to the table. She ignored him walking into the kitchen preparing a stew on the stove while he continued his rant “all you do is run off and fool around with that degenerate man when you should be caring for your father, ungrateful girl”. With a sigh, she apologized pouring the soup into a bowl and grabbing a drinking glass from the shelf wiping it clean Dr.Stein merely grunting in response. She set the glass down pouring the wine and once he was distracted she set the bottle down retrieving a small vial hidden in the back of the covert. The vial was filled with a dark purple liquid, ‘just a few drops’ she reminded herself dripping the liquid into his wine quickly returning it to its hiding space when her father started tapping the table impatiently. She brought him his food and drink wiping her hands off on her dress after she set them down, “I will try to be more courteous” she smiled pushing the drink towards him “enjoy.”

“Back to the boring world of orange” Jonathan groaned walking through a large pumpkin patch “Cipher” he chimed patting his leg and giving a whistle. In the sea of orange popped up a curved white tail followed by a bark, “come here boy” he smiled as a small Jack Russell Terrier ran out from among the pumpkins circling him. He chuckled commanding Cipher to sit kneeling down to scratch his head “I wish I came with good news, but unfortunately that stuffy old loon told me no again.” He stood up dusting off the bottoms of his pants walking down the path Cipher following at his heels “this world has become so dull” he muttered picking up a stick and throwing it for Cipher to fetch.

“How is it fine to feel sadness watching a tragedy up on stage, but giving someone a small fright is just too much?!” He groaned in frustration running his fingers through his silver platinum blond hair, he placed his other hand on his hip with a soft whine. “All I want is to create a new world on the stage, one full of suspense and excitement! Something that’ll make even the stuffy upper crust tremble in their boots.” He held out his arms spinning around “ how fun! How exciting! A fun world with witches and ghouls filling the audience to the brim with fright and spectacular tricks that’ll leave their jaws on the floor.” He walked with more flare maneuvering around vines as if it was a dance until suddenly stopping letting his arms drop to his sides “sadly, my dreams may never become a reality” he murmured hanging his head walking into his house. “I suppose that is enough dramatics for now,” he told himself, “time to get ready for work.”

Later that night he walked up to the steps of a large lavished building shielding his eyes from the lit displays that welcomed people in, he bit his lip watching as high-class patrons walked in laughing and smiling while they caressed their expensive clothes and jewelry. He sucked his teeth in distaste when suddenly he stumbled forward because someone slapped him on the back. “Well if it isn’t the king of the pumpkin patch”, behind him was a large and stout man in a green suit rolling a pair of dice in his hand. “Oh, hello Ogar” he muttered fixing his vest, with a snicker Ogar grinned “that’s Mr. Bernard to you pumpkin king.” Jonathan forced a smile onto his face the corners of his mouth twitching “my apologies...Mr. Bernard, I was heading in to begin my shift” he explained Ogar laughed following him inside. The inside revealed the building to be a high-end gambling house, their heels clicked against the polished marble floor passing walls adorned with commissioned artworks and marble columns that had an old roman inspired style.Glass chandeliers shed light upon rows of roulette wheels and rouge et noir tables for dice and cards; the sounds of dice rolling, cards shuffling, and the hollers of the clientele echoed throughout the lavish decadence of the gambling hall.

Jonathan stopped at an empty table walking behind to the dealer’s area setting up, a few months back when his family was in need of funds Ogar had offered him a job as a dealer after witnessing the card tricks Jonathan practiced for his play. It wasn’t hard to tell that the two heavily disliked one another, but due to his hardship every night without fail he came into work and endured Ogar’s special and unwanted attention. “Shouldn’t you be some big playwright by now?” Ogar asked sitting at his table “in fact, you went to submit a script today didn’t you? Heh, aww what happened?” he teased. Jonathan remained silent shuffling the cards “rejected again? Ha!” Ogar burst out in laughter, “you wasted all that time for nothing again!” He pulled out a cigar from his breast pocket” look at you, all that hiding away to write has you pale as a ghost with that skinny string bean body of yours and those racoon eyes; you’re a walking skeleton at this point” he muttered lighting his cigar. He took a long drag from the cigar blowing the smoke out in Jonathan’s face “you need to give up your stupid little fantasies already because you’ll never be anything more than you are now” he stood up putting his cigar out on the table “now get to work” he ordered walking away

When his shift had ended he returned home spotting a basket filled with baked goods and a bottle of wine near the front door, as he drew closer to the basket he spotted a note attached and grabbed it. “Sarah…” he said softly recognizing her handwriting, “I thought that you could use something to brighten up your night” he heard her voice turning around to find her coming around the corner of his house. She walked up to him “I know I shouldn’t be out here, but earlier you looked so hurt and I just couldn’t bare to see you in such a state” she spoke softly pushing back a stray lock of hair behind her ear. Just as he was about to speak she stopped him “I don’t want you to give up your dreams. I think the world you created in those pages is wonderful and I would give anything to see it become a reality one day.”

Her words warmed his heart and he smiled taking her hands into his looking into her eyes “thank you, to know that you feel this way is enough to encourage me to continue on”, her cheeks became a cardinal red as she moved away with a bashful smile. “I better get going,” she told him backing away with a nervous laugh “goodbye” she bid him farewell running off. He watched her run off for a moment before taking the basket inside calling Cipher in the who rushed into the house finding his spot on the small bed that was placed near Jonathan’s. He sat down on his bed taking a small bite from one the pastries “I just have to keep trying” he told himself lying back on his bed staring up at the ceiling until he drifted off to sleep.

In the haze of slumber, he found himself back in his family’s pumpkin patch, but it wasn’t the same. “What’s this?” he asked looking around, the pumpkins had horrifying expressions carved into them glowing from the candles lit inside them with row after row of gruesome faces staring at him as he walked down the path. After a while he began to run, bats screeching as they began to swarm circling around him before flying off into the night. He burst through a rusted black gate entering what looked like a town full of gothic architecture, thunder booming and lightning striking across a dark moonlit sky. The residents weren’t human but instead demons,  witches, and corpses walking alongside vampires as they gathered to the town square to welcome a decaying horse carrying someone. His jaw dropped as he viewed the grisly scene; howls and cackles echoing in his ears the passenger on the horse was a scarecrow with a pumpkin head and sinister expression on its face. At first, the scarecrow sat still, until suddenly it began to move using one of the lanterns to light its arm on fire, then it burst into flames, screaming through the air towards him.

Jonathan shrieked jumping back as the flaming scarecrow came toward him but managed to balance back on the horse turning on it heel and stumbling towards the others in the crowd before falling into a well. Jonathan felt his heart pounding inside his chest panting softly as he drew closer to the well, he looked inside hesitant gripping the edge of the well when suddenly a boney hand sprung up and grabbed his wrist. The hand pulled him forward into the well and he found himself face to face with the scarecrow once more. Its head was badly burned and the pumpkin flesh soon turned to ash revealing a skull that snickered and pulled him in whispering “all hail to the pumpkin king.”

He gasped springing up out of his bed when he woke up looking around to find that morning had come and he was back in his own bed safe and sound. It was all just a nightmare, he rubbed his wrist where the scarecrow had grabbed him still able to hear it’s horrid screaming in his head. He panted in a cold sweat looking down at his hands that trembled from fear “that was, that was….incredible!”

That morning Sarah sat in her living room dressed in a formal white gown her hair pinned up in a bun and beside her was her father grumbling holding an ice pack to his head. Across from them sat a young man with raven black hair twirling around a cricket bat in his hand while his rather sipped whiskey from a glass. “Hm, you don’t see many girls with red hair in these parts” the man commented pointing at Sarah’s hair “though I suppose her overall appearance is acceptable even with the flaws.” Dr.Stein smiled with a chuckle “yes my daughter has the beauty of her mother indeed she is also an excellent homemaker and seamstress, not to mention highly educated.” The young man snorted “as if intelligence matters for a bride” his comment earning a glare from Sarah her father giving her a look to tell her to keep her mouth shut. “My son is correct, so long as she is attractive and obedient that is all that matters,” the father said setting down his glass “I suppose I can approve of this union, so you have yourself a deal Stein.” Dr.Stein rubbed his hands together grinning “wonderful! Then our two children shall wed come the first of June” he took the man’s hand shaking it. Sarah hung her head digging her nails into her hand that rested on her lap as the two men sat and discussed her future with no concern for her input. All she could think about was Jonathan’s smile and the way he held her hands with such tender care, “Sarah” Dr.Stein nudged her “stand and properly greet your future husband Vincent” he ordered.

She stood up when Vincent did and walked over to him, he grinned and took her hand “how’s about a kiss for our folks dear?” he snaked an arm around her pulling her close. As he leaned in to kiss her she turned her head pushing him away “no!” Vincent glared at her “I’m sorry what was that?” his father looked at Dr.Stein “what is the meaning of this disobedient shrew rejecting my son?”  Stein wheeled over in front of her “she is just a bit bashful is all” he assured showing them out “why don’t we meet for dinner tomorrow night? By then I am sure she will be over her wedding jitters.” Once they agreed to his plan he showed them out waving goodbye before he closed the door.

“How dare you!” he screamed rushing over to her,“you nearly ruined your engagement!” She turned away crossing her arms “I don’t want to marry that man! Marrying him will force me into a life of servitude that I don’t want!

“It doesn’t matter what you want you ungrateful girl! You embarrassed me, the man to whom you owe your very existence. If it were not for me you be hobbling around with only a single arm and leg in a gutter somewhere” he hissed gesturing at the prosthetic limbs he had made for her.

“Father, I want to become a doctor like you, not be stuck at home as some housewife to a man I don’t know or even like.”

“You don’t decide your future! I do! I am your father, you do as I say. Everything I put into raising you and you thank me with disobedience. I created you, I am you an acceptable human being, I raised you, you are my property!” he screamed.

“But father I want to find my own love and my own way.”

“It’s a flippant phase you ingrate! Now go prepare dinner! Not one more word unless it is telling me the food is ready. It better be worthy of the dinner party I am hosting tomorrow” he growled rolling back to his office.

Sarah whipped around storming into the kitchen in tears ‘I can’t let this happen’ she thought. While she pulled out ingredients for dinner she came across her vial, “hm…” she grabbed the vial taking it from the covert popping the cork off of a wine bottle pouring the entire contents into it. “I will serve this to everyone and by the end of dinner they should be out cold and I can make my escape from this hellish life” she smiled. After she put the bottle away she returning to her cooking when Dr.Stein entered the kitchen to check on her, he spotted the bottle of wine on the shelf and grabbed it “might as well have a drink” he told himself heading back to his office.

The next morning Jonathan was woken up by a loud banging on his door, he quickly got up pulling on his robe as the banging seem to become more frantic answering the door. When he opened the door Sarah rushed into his arms bursting into tears “Sarah? What is going on? Why are you crying?” he asked gently pulling her away. “He’s dead! My father, he’s dead! I didn’t mean for this to happen, I didn't know he would die!” she sobbed covering her face with her hands leaving him in a more confused state than before. “The doctor is dead? How can that be and what do you mean you didn’t mean to?” she slowly lowered her hands avoiding eye contact with him as she explained. “The other day a man and his son showed up at our home, speaking of a marriage arrangement. My father, he didn’t care about my dreams and demanded I be a simple housewife for a man I just met. I couldn’t live that life, Jonathan. I had to escape, so I came up with a plan to run away. My father had a bottle of his best wine ready for the party, so I added Belladonna to the wine. In small doses, it puts people into a drug induced sleep and I could pack my belongings and leave town, but my father drank the bottle himself in anger. I noticed at night he was having terrible pain and this morning he was… he was…” she hugged him tightly.

“What do I do? They’ll have me locked away, or executed!” as Jonathan patted her head to comfort her he contemplated what he could do to help her. It was then he found himself remembering his dream “that’s it” he whispered chuckling before bursting out into a full blown laughter “that’s it!” Sarah wiped her eyes tilting her head in confusion when he gripped her shoulders “run away with me, run away with me and let’s create a new world. That’s fresh out of everyone’s nightmares.”

[snowydawn17]

I just had a really weird dream & im writing it here cuz twitter has a character limit

Warning for long text wall, I'm on mobile and can't put it under a cut sorry So things were normal at first, I think? Time kinda jumped around but basically it was a normal day turned apocalypse. Looking back on it it was like a weird parody of devil survivor 2. Anyways. So there were these..3...4 kids? Idk there looked like 4 in this one scene where they played dead and like, rolled into a fancy coffin (this replayed itself like twice? Idk) but in later scenes there was an emphasis on two (an older sister that I'd say was probably 17ish and a younger brother who was maybe 14? Idk low teens at the oldest) and there was some other people, like a lot of people, there were two groups I think aside from the kids? Anywho it went super RPG with random monsters around that were like, OHKO pretty much. There were some SUPER strong ones that if you saw you GTFOd your way out and prayed they didn't follow you. One was a giant squid. It was in a river next to like, the one small fish. One guy went back there a few times to catch the fish and a frog, which always managed to ambush him. The hunting sections were extremely video game like, there was a tutorial and targeting and stuff. It was weird. Also, people sucked at hunting. Like, really sucked. The one character I went POV for was myself, I guess? I don't remember who I was with but I was with three other people, when I was around. Anyways I was trying to keep my goldfish alive in an inflatable ball that kept getting air holes in it and deflating, taping the new holes was annoying. And then a tiger like, broke through the back door (said tiger was one of those oh FUCK GTFO enemies and I reached around it to grab this goldfish (I don't even own a goldfish IRL, priorities) and we somehow got it out? No one died, somehow. And then a lion squeezed in (not of the GTFO variety) and sat on the couch and everyone was freaking out but me? I was cool with this random ass lion just chilling, it was probably gonna kill me in my sleep but yknow. Whatevs man. I like, had an existential crisis in my dream for a brief second. What even. Anyways with the other group of adults, this one dude got separated from his girlfriend in the initial apocalypse happening stuff (which I'll get to in a bit, it's the most fuzzy rn) and I can't remember what he did but he somehow helped out whoever was sending in the monsters? And asked about getting let out of the lockdown - moreso getting his girlfriend out, or being able to get to her - and they laughed at him and said NO ONE gets out of the lockdown. And then my brain jumped back to me with my group and I somehow knew this dude and that convo and some lady asked about "the lists" of ppl who could leave and I said, like "he got it. Everyone's on it." "???" "Everyone's gonna die" (this is where the existential crisis happened) and I don't remember much about those two groups aside from that ANYWHO with the kids. There's supposed to be an adult with them from the weird "hide in a coffin" scene but I don't remember her outside of that so. Probs dead. Idk. Anyways in that scene there was the older sis, younger bro, a set of twins, and a baby. Idk where the twins and baby went. I thought "'no wait, there's a baby, the baby's gotta be here too" a few times, so like..I knew it was a dream but not really? Oh, and they were apparently psychic? The powers never really showed up aside from a mention of them not being able to gain superpowers one way cuz they were among the last of their kind (the adults were referred to as "Hiders". Lowkey feels like that's supposed to be a completely different show.) Anyways the brother and sister got separated, and the younger bro was running around with a group of friends that was pretty big actually? Idk my dreams don't give visuals on people a lot. Anyways a bunch happened to them but I mainly remember running into a random building and there was a pool? With a monster that looked kinda like a lapras? And it shot fire and we all almost died but a random older dude turned it into wood for a sec and that cancelled the magic? We kept running and the thing unfroze and I was positive we were gonna die but it didn't attack? And the dude said they're peaceful in the day, only attack at night. Then there was a series of tunnels, and this boy kept leaving hints for his sister (who's name is Jess, that feels right) and then they bunkered down and waited? Not sure but then one of Jess' friends and another dude and the dude from before I think? Were there and talking like they had been the entire time. It gets fuzzy but I think the friend killed the two dudes for some reason? Something about backstabbing before you get backstabbed. And then she died from something? Not sure, but there was magic bs going on. Jumping to Jess, she was doing some running around and other stuff but I mainly remember one scene where she goes to sleep and wakes up in a coffin surrounded by...sand? Idk it looked like sand. And there were other ppl but they were either passed out or dead so they don't matter. But there WAS this demon like guy Jess seemed to know? It sounded like they had talked before - she def knew who he was. Anyways he kept telling her to go back to sleep and she'd be fine, but something about what he said gave her the idea she could do something to help everyone and when she asked he (hesitantly) explained that, yes, she was in a place that controlled the big GTFO monsters, and she could prevent more from being unleashed, but she would die. They talked for a bit about options (Jess asking, he answering) while Jess fiddled with bottles strewn about in the sand she woke up in (she was mainly asking about what the bottles did, I think, and then she asked about getting up.) Naturally Jess gets up and searches and finds a series of levers (the first is R, though everyone keeps saying the monsters are named after Greek letters? Idk) and she pulls and bends the lever, preventing it from being used again, and my brain kinda skimmed over her shutting down the next few. And then Jess has an army of kids and teens running with her, disrupting the bad dude's plans, and she's shredding this orb thing to pieces and giving those pieces to the kids to further shred. Idk what this thing was but if they got all the pieces again they could put it back together and that'd be BAD. Also Jess managed to break everything except this one last event, which was a bomb raid? Which jumped over to the bros side, and why they ran into that building I think. Anyways, Jess keeps running, and I think she got captured? But my brain jumped to her in the tunnels her bro had left messages in, and she gets to their bunkered down position but he's not there (it's a weird mix of parallel dimensions and time travel, it made sense in dream) but she knows he's SUPPOSED to be there, they just can't see each other and so she leaves her own message. The first is a pic of her in a weird costume with some dude (this happened earlier in the dream, I guess, but I don't remember it?) but she's afraid he won't know what that means so she leaves another saying "it's me, ___, it's Jess" (don't remember the bros name) and these just kinda appear near the bro and he reads them and starts crying (I feel like *I* was crying But I was asleep, so) and he realizes she's gone. Not sure how those conveyed that but they did. The dream ended thereish, but over the course of writing all that I remembered some other stuff: So at first it looked like a city, but a main beginning scene I remember is a group of older folks (like, 60s at the youngest) running from this weird vehicle and if it ran you over you like, turned to mush and melted a hole in the ground. The back tires passed over your mush self and you and the hole were gone. Some people died from this, some people came back like a respawn. Those older ppl plus some others made up the two non-Jess and bro groups later. They kept referencing a married couple who died (last name started with a C I think?) who for some reason had been a major threat to whoever was running this? And another couple, who seemed to be the leaders, were a similar but weaker threat. I'm not sure how, but probably magic. At one point I ran into a building and got separated from my friends in the crowd, ran into the women's bathroom (for some reason the men and women bathrooms ended up connecting in the back) and I sat down against a wall with my phone and 3ds (accurate, sadly no goldfish :c ) and then my grandpa was there holding out a hand to me with a small smile. Nothing really came of that so...yeah. Anyways yeah, that's most of what I remember. There's some other details (I think hunting dude hunted with his brother? And they were part of my group? *shrugs*) but i can't remember them clearly so screw it. TL:DR don't let Snowy sleep, she gets REALLY FUCKIN WEIRD DREAMS