#just the long pause and then gets hit with the sudden panic of 'omg i splashed him'

[lock-my-feelings-in-a-jar]

[its-me-im-coraline]

Cry Baby // Ethan Torchio // Playist Fic

words // 1244

warnings // angst angst angst, mentions of struggling with mental illnesses but nothing graphic, but also fluffy caring Ethan

pairing // Ethan Torchio x GN!Reader

author's note // if you want to be on the tag list let me know. aghhhh this is the first fic on my little playlist thingy omg and i am excited although this is v angsty oops. If you don't know what this is supposed to be, i have a playlist tagged on my masterlist, you can send in a song from there or an entirely different one and I use that song, the lyrics and the feeling its music gives me to write a fic.

song is cry baby by the neighbourhood

also, maybe im projecting or maybe im affected by fallon carrington singing her wedding vows lol. also the photo of ethan here, sooooo cute

request // nope

summary // Reader has a hard time trusting people. When Ethan comes into their life it get’s worse. Reader is preparing for unavoided heartbreak but Ethan just might change their mind heart.

They were too stuck in their own thoughts for this relationship. Maybe it started at the wrong time or it was the perfect time but they had the wrong mind. They felt like a narcissist, making everything about them, while having a hard time hearing his side.

He was perfect, too perfect to ever be in this relationship, and maybe that thought scared them. Living around people who only cared about themselves, people who never cared how much they hurt Y/N, they were afraid to admit they might be doing the same to him.

They had not been together for long, only a few months, but the man acted as if he knew them forever. He did not care if they knew each other for a month or five, he was not willing to let them suffer alone. There were the two am panic attacks, calling Ethan at that time, waking him from his sleep, crying about the inability to calm their mind and sleep. He never complained. Or the days he spend at their house, Y/N having a hard time getting off bed, the depressive episodes hitting a little too hard; Ethan spend those days rubbing their back, making sure that they were alright.

Maybe that is what drove Y/N to be defensive, maybe their mind was alarmed by the man’s caring behavior -something so unfamiliar yet needed for them- that they felt defensive every time he was around. Maybe they spoke too much, and they thought the man would be scared away from them. “I’m not going away, Y/N, not for a long time, not at all if it’s on my hand,” he’d say after every fight, when Y/N would say yet another thing they did not mean. He was just too perfect.

“I really meant what I said that, Y/N,” he all but whispered to his lover. “I do love you.”

“Don’t say that, Ethan. How do you even know, it’s too soon!” Excuses, excuses, excuses and more excuses to plain and simple sabotage to themselves.

“You just know, when you know, amore, and I do.”

They could not look at his eyes anymore, afraid that with just one glance from the man their tears would fall, their guards would fall. And, if they let the guards fall even for a moment, it made them vulnerable to twice the heartbreak. So their eyes stayed glued to the floor, never leaving or daring to think about looking elsewhere. Every other place felt like a danger zone.

“You don’t have to say it back, amore, but you can not expect me not to.”

The fear never left, the fear that the young man was lying. He could not actually feel that way, could he?

Just as Y/N spiraled into yet another anxiety attack, there he was again with his soothing words and his soft touch on their face, his breath so close and so fresh hitting their face. “I’ve got you, it’s ok, follow my breath baby, come on, you are doing amazing, that’s it…” It did not take long for them to calm down a bit. Maybe it was the fact that a person finally respected their emotions rather than getting offended by them, but they felt safe even if only for a moment. “I’m here, I love you.”

It kept happening, over and over and over again. The man would profess his love but his love was not ready to believe him. It got him exhausted. He did not mind waiting for them to say the words back, he understood their past and their pain and how hard it is to vocalize something you feel. What he did mind was their active refusal to believe him, so it was the time to confront them.

“Hey, Y/N, do you have a moment?” If a single phrase could put their mind in a frenzy it was this one. The words could not form so they simply nodded their head, moving towards the sitting man.

“Look, Y/N, I-”

“If you are to break up with me just do it,” they said, the words leaving their mouth before even getting the chance to be filtered. They did not want to say that, hell they simply did not want Ethan to break up with them, but the fear was impossible to be hidden.

“What?! Amore, are you even listening to yourself?” He was exasperated. How could Y/N possibly think that, even now, after almost a year together. It hurt the man, it hurt him how much they refused to open up but it also hurt him that someone caused that fear to them before.

“I know what is happening, Ethan. I know I am hurting you with my inability to say those stupid words back. I’ve heard what you said to Victoria the other night -I did not mean to (!)-” “Hey, hey, let’s pause for a second there, amore. I’m not breaking up with you, that is not the problem. But, if you really heard what I said to Vic that night you would not be saying what you are,” he paused for a moment, taking a deep breath, holding his lover’s face between his palms, “I’ve told you countless times I love you, and I will never take that back. I know you do, too. You don’t say it but you show it, but my love, the issue is not the words. The issue is you don’t believe me.”

Y/N was left speechless, not knowing what to say to the man besides that he is right. They’ve been having a really hard time believing that they even slightly deserve this love, the love that the Italian drummer in question has given them more than enough of. He was so kind, so caring, so loving that the more the relationship progressed the harder they found it to believe in his words.

“You can’t possibly truly love me, Ethan,” Y/N said calmly, tears in their eyes, mostly from anger, anger targeted at their mind.

“Then why are you even with me, Y/N? Huh? If you don’t believe that why are we together for almost a year now?!” The high volume of his voice was a stark contrast to the soft and collected tone he usually had, but his emotions were starting to take over and it was utterly obvious at this point.

Y/N did not know what to do, being left speechless for the second time in less than two minutes. Their mind raced for an excuse, a reason as to why they kept being with him if they really did not believe him, until the answer came to them and it was like a lightbulb going off: “Because I know that I love you.”

It came out almost as a whisper, as if the words were trying to not be heard. It was a strain of their voice, a sudden sob accompanying the words that broke Ethan’s heart. His love, his sweet, sweet love, the person he could not stop yearning for no matter how close they were… they were hurt, afraid of being loved - or more so afraid of being lied to. Ethan pulled Y/N into his arms, hands rubbing comforting cycles, lips letting the sweetest of nothings to come out.

“It’s ok, it’s alright, I got you, I’m here, I’m holding you, I am not leaving, I love you.”

tag list: @bieberhoodforever @tabi-toast @ginny-lily @moriro-da-regina @the-killer-queenie @makapaka11

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2020 fic recs!! [Part 2]

part 2 of my 2020 fic recs!! as before, ive limited this to five fics per month; and fics are ordered by the month they were published. This spans fandoms and ships, and hopefully you find something you like!! credit for the idea goes to @iam93percentstardust

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July

this is the start: @capnwinghead

Clark and Bruce continue raising the Wayne children and encounter a number of challenges along the way.

great minds (love alike): @starklysteve

Steve’s eyes flicks down to Tony’s knees on the floor.

“Are you – are you proposing to me with my ring for you?” Steve asks incredulously, eyes wide and confused.

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Or, Steve finds Tony’s ring for him, Tony finds Steve’s ring for him. Panic happens.

Marvels Unsolved: @iam93percentstardust

Marvels Unsolved was never supposed to be this popular. It started off as a novelty web-series about Tony trying to convince Bucky about the existence of the supernatural—he firmly believed that if science could turn Uncle Steve from an actual shrimp to the god of muscles, then magic had to be out there—and then they’d started talking about an unsolved crime from the early 20th century after filming an episode one day, forgetting that the camera was still rolling, and had ended up with enough footage to make a second episode about real crimes. They had stayed pretty unknown throughout that first season but then true crime podcasts had exploded in popularity and Unsolved along with them.

it’s a small world after all: @maguna-stxrk

“Great speech.”

Smiling at the compliment, Tony turns around. “Thank y—”

And nearly drops his champagne flute.

His world comes to a stop.

They had only spent a night together, but Tony would recognize those baby blues anywhere.

It’s Steve.

Steve from Tony’s London business trip. Or, as Rhodey has become accustomed to calling him—The Soulmate That Got Away.

you’re in my blood, you’re in my veins: @nethandrake

Tony always figured that if they ever were to break up, it would be like a blaze. Scorching and hot and all-too blinding. Intense like the two of them have always been.

Instead, they break up on a Tuesday, with the rain pelting the windowpane and the midnight silence stifling.

August

Five Times Danny said he’d marry Steve (plus one): @five-wow

Danny humphs. “Look, all I’m saying is, I think I’d probably have married you by now.”

“I’d marry you, too,” Steve says.

Or: An experiment in how many times you can say something before you have to put your money where your mouth is.

Family (You’ve Always Had It): @/SunnyQueen

A black Camaro and a scowling blond was not what Junior had been expecting.

“Hi, sir. You didn’t have to pick me up.”

The blond looked up from the screen on his phone and groaned, completely ignoring Junior's statement. “You are right, I didn't have to."

Ode To Yoga Pants: @riotfalling

OR the continued terrible mating dance of Bucky and Tony, AKA when betting on your friends stops being fun

Through The Years: @hawkbucks

Tony brings home Natasha one day, proclaiming her to be his new sister.

Natasha takes this all in stride.

The broken road that led me home to you: @just-fandomthings

A documented list of conversations between Steve and Danny via text and phone call following the events of 10x22 "Aloha." (Where, even thousands of miles apart, Steve and Danny can't go without talking to each other.)

September

someday, we’ll pass it on to you: @starklysteve

Steve smiles.

Reaching up, he flattens his hand against his son’s far smaller one, curling gently around it. “You wanna be like him?”

“Da!” Peter agrees again.

One year old, and you already know who’s the best of us, Steve pauses to reflect, all his fears chased away by a fierce pride. “Your Dad’s coming home real soon,” he promises, “you should tell him that.”

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Or, five times Peter did the repulsor pose as a toddler

+ one time he used the repulsors as an adult

Classic Sci Fi: @notdoingsohot

Bucky wakes up to Steve telling him he's lost his memory, but not to panic, it'll only last a few days. Easier said than done when the last thing Bucky remembers is fighting Hydra with the Howlies in WWII.

He tries to make the most of it however, and there's this guy... Tony Stark. It's pretty clear the guy hates Bucky's guts, which is unfortunate because god damn is he a sight.

He tries to figure out what he did to wrong Stark, but everyone just tells him he doesn't want to know.

They were right.

Blooms in Frost: @/Diomedes

Tony coughs up his first petal on the sixth of July. He has been married to the love of his life for two years.

Bury a Hanahaki corpse in earth and it will beget the most beautiful garden. All that love, it is said, must go somewhere.

Hanahaki AU: Established relationship

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A Single Thread of Gold: @lovelyirony

Rhodey doesn't believe in love at first sight or any of that cheesy shit. He just wants someone who is nice, dependable, and safe.

Tony Stark is Housing Service's little problem for the school year, and now he's stuck in Rhodey's room because he's exploded the last two dorm rooms he's been in and won't live off-campus.

high roller, place your bet: @machi-kun

“Would you kiss Stark for a hundred bucks?”

“I would pay a hundred bucks to kiss him.”

October

press my luck: @omg-just-peachy

But... Steve is almost ten years his junior, and he could be with just about anyone, looking and acting like he does. And then there’s the not so small fact of Tony’s name and net worth and the fact that, okay, Tony had paid for Steve’s grad school tuition, and now he’s worried Steve feels obligated to stay. Or something.

Or, Tony is a billionaire, Steve is a grad student, and they learn to let themselves be taken care of.

see it with the lights out: @starklysteve

Tony goes on a business trip, and he does not - not at all - get jealous of Dodger hogging his husband's chest, a territory otherwise known as Tony's pillow.

(or, Steve goes on an Instagram spree and Tony misses home)

adulthood is looking both ways before you cross the street and getting hit by an airplane: @starkslovemail

It was a perfect plan, if Peter did say so himself.

The Buy In: @dracusfyre

For the ImagineTonyandBucky prompt: Mafia AU with Tony as the Boss (except he's a really good one, making the streets safe, keeping drugs away from kids etc) and Bucky as the detective sent to go undercover to catch him out but ends up realizing he's actually doing more good than harm and they end up falling in love

trinkets of your affection: @starklysteve

Kissed him once for every year I loved him, Steve had written.

By that count, Steve owes him five more kisses now.

Tony traces the words, hands trembling, and tips back a shot of Howard's ancient whiskey. None of it burns anymore.

One day, he'll have lived more days without Steve than there are words in the diary.

For the first time since he'd woken with shrapnel in his chest, Tony fears the future.

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Or, five things Tony keeps to remember Steve by, and one thing Steve gives him to remember.

November

“Hey Tony”: @riotfalling

Steve points out that Bucky never calls Tony by his actual name. Bucky doesn’t believe him, until he does.

Remembering You is Hard to Do: @lovelyirony

“The future’s crazy, honey-bear.”

Jim looks up.

“Why do you call me that?”

“Call you what?”

“Honey-bear. It’s weird.”

“Inside joke we have,” Tony says, chest tightening. “We thought those couples that have the lovey-dovey nicknames were ridiculous.”

overheard your heartbeat (calling me yours): @starklysteve

"Tony - "

"I wish I could promise to come home this time," he feels the armor crawl back down his arm, continuing unnoticed over Steve's red gloves, then up the blue uniform as Tony fights to keep Steve's gaze firmly fixed on him.

The last eyes Tony might get to see, and he wants to be lost in them.

In the end, his entire life boils down a few simple things: "JARVIS, take care of him for me."

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Or, Tony overhears a phonecall where Steve proposes, a battle happens, and a paper ring settles some misunderstandings.

i (really, really, really, really, really, really) like you.: @nethandrake

For as long as Steve can remember, he's been crushing on Tony Stark. The thing is, he's pretty sure Tony doesn't know Steve exists. And how could he? Steve's scrawny and little. He's a nobody compared to Tony who's Mr Popular and the son of a billionaire.

Or at least he thought so until Tony swings by the bakery Steve's mother happens to own to enlist Steve's help in finding the perfect Valentine's Day card.

The perfect Valentine's Day card for someone who isn't Steve.

One Song (My Heart Keeps Singing): @iam93percentstardust

When Thor is old enough to understand what a Heartsong is, he goes to his mother to ask her why he can’t understand the language his is in. He listens as she tells him about the first soulmates who couldn't understand their Heartsong until the day they meet, excited by the thought of a grand adventure, one that will take him across the cosmos in search of his One.

He’ll search all the Nine Realms if he has to.

December

Swiping Right: @s-horne

“Ouch. Definitely a hard pass for that one?”

Steve startled at the sudden comment from the row of chairs behind him and turned around. He’d been passing the time in the airport lounge by swiping through Tinder and had gotten lost in his own world. It was almost jarring to be pulled away from the screen of hot men and back into reality where the PA was screeching and there was noise everywhere.

Adjusting to the difference, Steve frowned. Wait, he knew that face. Oh, shit… he knew that face.

“No, no, it’s fine,” the man said before Steve could get out anything other than an embarrassed sort of yelp. Waving his hand through the air, the stranger smiled ruefully. “I get it. It’s the beard, isn’t it? True be told, it was a weird winter choice that year and I knew it would come back to hurt me.”

Steve didn’t know what to say. He knew it must have shown on his face and could feel himself flushing, panicked and embarrassed all at once. What were the odds of swiping left on someone literally sat behind him?

set your flight path home (to me): @starklysteve 

Tony puts down his welding torch. “I’m building you a plane.”

Stepping carefully over the gears and tools scattered about, Rhodey slowly makes his way to him.

“And when did you become an expert on how to build a plane?”

“Last night,” Tony grins.

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Tony builds a plane, and Rhodey teaches Tony how to fly it. Or he would be teaching Tony, if Tony didn't distract him so much.

I Want A Man With A Slow Hand: @thefourofswords

“Can I ask you a question?” he asked on their way to a crime scene, because no time like the present, and Danny believed in ripping off band-aids.

“Why not?” Steve replied, eyes on the road. “You’re gonna even if I say no.”

“What do you like in bed?”

*

Danny undertakes a very important mission to get Steve laid. For his health. Ahem.

same time next year: @omg-just-peachy

“I forgot to ask. When’s your flight home?” Steve asks, draping his arm over Tony’s shoulder and settling in against him.

Tony ignores the knot that forms in his chest at the idea of it, leaving Steve again for his own impersonal apartment, his piles of books and projects and the nights without sleep.

“Day after tomorrow.”

Steve huffs a little sigh, then brings his lips to Tony’s neck. “Well, we’ll have to make the most of it, won’t we?”

Or, four (4) Christmases with two (2) idiots who can't admit they're in love.

rearrange my heart (to fit your smile): @starklysteve

"You dare," Howard's chair makes an ugly noise as it scrapes against the stone floors, the chatter of the room shifting into hushed whispers and stolen glances. "I am your father and your King!"

"My King is my husband," Tony tips his chin up, defiant. "And I refuse to hear you suggest that my husband has been anything other than good to me."

Next to him, he feels Steve's shoulders stiffen in surprise.

Howard's fist slams loud on the table. "Your husband does not even love you!"

Tony jerks back, burned. He knows that. Knows that Steve did not marry him for love – does not need any reminder of the cold truth, of what he desperately yearns for and can't even hope to have – but the harshness of Howard's words was scalding, and Tony can't afford for this to go any further.

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Or, King Steven marries Prince Tony, Tony is pretty sure he shouldn't panic when he falls in love with his own husband, and Steve tries his very best not to cause diplomatic crises.

Keyword: try

[slasherkisss]

Hey! Omg requests are open! Okay I've had this one in my head for ages so here it is! Could I request like a one shot or headcanons on how your of Emry met his s/o? I love him a lot and really need more content for him lol. As always I love your writing!

[I am so flattered that you enjoy Emry so much! It means so much to me that he has a few fans lol. I wrote way too much for thiS SO I HOPE YOU LIKE LONG ONESHOTS-]

Feral

“Fucking pieces of shit,” You cursed to yourself as you kicked a stray rock somewhere into the foggy void of the forest around you, “Why is it always me who has to go ‘find help’? If they had just stopped at the last gas station and filled the air in our tires they wouldn’t be bitching about anything because they wouldn’t be stranded!”

It was supposed to be you and your friend’s last road trip together and, now, it was simply you in the forest as you wandered along a path one of the guys had noticed hidden tight against the edges of the overgrown Louisiana brush. A drawing of straws and a few more rock, paper, scissors matches later had determined that you were the unfortunate soul to explore the singular dirt road in hopes that the end would find you either at a small town or a home with a working phone that could be used to call for a tow truck back to the town that was now far too many miles away for you to walk.

Not that this was any fucking better.

Your body shuddered, not only because of the humid chill that seemed to set itself into the mossy earth, but because of a... sensation of some sorts. A strange feeling that burned into your stomach as your eyes became all too aware of how dark it was getting. Of how heavy the air felt and how thick the world around you grew on your back as your shirt stuck to your body with the sweat of walking for as long as you had been.

A snap of a twig echoed somewhere behind you and birds cawed angrily into the background, making you stop and turn your head with wide eyes. Your heartbeat echoed in your ears as you gazed against the thick trees and shrubs that obfuscated your vision from any possible danger. Your breath shook as you promised yourself that it was just the wind. Just an animal moving through the underbrush and minding its own business as it foraged. 

Peter told you about how pigs were the most intrusive species in the south nowadays. That was probably all it was, right?

You stood in the forest, debating whether to keep moving or step back as you moved your feet back and forth with an unsure bite of your lip.  You didn’t like this. It was like you were being watched... no... more than that, maybe?

Maybe you were being hunted.

Your feet moved then, but you were unsure of what direction other than forward. Forward and away from the beady nothingness that seemed to overcome your senses and rage at the instincts in the pits of your stomach as you moved.  Your walk had slowly turned into a jog and now that was beginning to turn into a run as the mist nipped at your heels like hungry hunting dogs, barking and baring misty teeth at your skin as you hurried with hot, ragged breaths into the night.

Your foot caught on a loose branch, sending you tumbling forward as your ankle made a disgustingly loud cracking noise under the pressure of the sudden juxtaposition. You cried out, catching yourself on the palms of your hands and letting the rocks and twigs dig into the tender flesh as you lay there, breathing heavily as the world around you spun with adrenaline. The silence was deafening around you and you saw a single drip of sweat fall from the tip of your nose down to the floor, where the earth soaked it up with greedy desire.

A crack and a growl echoed around you, the heavy snort of something inhuman shuffling in the dirt made your stomach curdle like spoiled milk and you dared to look upwards with a swallow.

The boar standing before you was massive. You had seen pigs at the petting zoo before but this was not one of those cute, domesticated little things you fawned over so much as a child certainly. Its tusks curled in on itself, sharp and fierce to match the drool along the rest of its teeth. They were stained with what looked to be the trace remains of blood against dirt and your hands dug into the foliage beneath you as you tried to move your feet. The warnings about the aggressive wild hogs eating human flesh made your blood run still as you winced in pain against your clearly broken bone. 

The pig shuffled and snorted, its drool increasing as it caught your scent. Its squeal was painful on your ear drums as tears welled in your eyes. Was this how you were going to die? Your mind raced as you stepped back in terror, shuffling on your stomach in hopes that it, somehow, wouldn’t see you.

You didn’t have to.

There was an additional crack in the brush and a growl far more terrifying than the one the pig had squealed out reverberated in the depths of your mind. The shuffling of the earth increased at a fervent pace, as if matching your heart, and you barely registered the blur of a form that broke itself out into the clearing with you and your swiney captor.

The sound of the struggle would haunt you for the rest of your life, just as the sight would. A blur of a human had tackled the menacing creature down to the floor, wrestling vehemently as the pig squealed with anger and surprise. Matching that noise was a set of chattering teeth and snarling growls as the being raised a large, curved hook into the air and sunk its end into the pig’s flesh, making it scream louder as blood spurted out of an artery that the cool metal hit. 

It took you a moment of staring to taste the blood on your lips. To register the blurry vision of your gaze. To understand that the blood had spattered on you as the pig’s tusks gnashed and clawed with its own fight of frustration. The struggle lasted for longer than you could understand, time blurring together in your shock until you watched the creature - no, you corrected, the man - reach down with two hands and wrench the creature’s jaws apart, snapping them and its head with a sickening break of bones and rendering it limp in the darkness.

All was quiet then, save for the sound of the man’s breathing as he gazed down at the prey he had killed.

Shirtless and with long, tangled brown hair that molded with grit and blood at its ends, the being stood well over six feet tall. Though you could only see his back, you would be fool not to notice the definition of muscle in the shape of his back, each shape curved with years of athletic exercise and unstoppable power. Scars littered the back and curled around his side to the front, where a chain wrapped itself sturdily against his body. You guessed it was attached to the hook. You didn’t move. You didn’t breath.

The being lifted something off of his face and leaned down. You caught the faintest glimmer of a hungry, wide, and drooling mouth in the moonlight before he descended downwards.

Fangs pulled greedily at raw flesh. They broke through the thick skin and gristle of the dead boar and pulled at the tendons with a fierce movement of his jaw. More blood splattered across the being and he spit out the hunk of useless fur and unchewable skin before reaching down with a free hand and spreading the new wound open to gain more access to the meat beneath it, like a treasure trove.

Handfuls of that sickly copper scented flesh was scooped open and thrust into his waiting mouth. The forest echoed with the heavy, disgusting chews of something you were now sure was just as monstrous as the pig it had killed. 

What could you do? What should you do? Your mind panicked.

Slowly you shifted your body, seeing if you could at least crawl a decent length away from the sight before you. To somehow get back to your friends and the safety of your car and-

A twig snapped and his head snapped with it, his gaze forward as he finished a mouthful of raw flesh. You cursed under your breath as you tried to sit up.

The man slid something down his face this time before turning to face you, chest heaving with an out of breath echo as he grabbed your gaze with his own. 

It was a mask he was wearing, the design hand crafted and messy to say the least, with one eye hole that watched you with the careful deduction of a predator. Your stomach twisted and you didn’t move again, gazing into his eyes as well as the two of you sat there for a long, endless moment of quiet in the world.

“Um... I think it was... going to eat me,” You whispered out awkwardly as you pointed to the pig, “I... Um... thanks for... eating it instead?”

Another scalding silence. The man tilted his head, some of his messy strands of hair falling into his masked face as he did so. The action would have looked cute on a being that wasn’t holding a giant hook and dripping with fresh pig’s blood. You simply stared back into that bright, curious green eye that held your gaze like a serpent’s might its seductor. You felt like, if your mind would panic less, you might be able to have a telepathic conversation with this guy.

Then he started to crawl towards you.

His fingertips dug into the earth beneath them, his limbs suddenly far too long for his body as he made his way over on all fours like some sort of feral animal. Your fight or flight reflexes echoed again and you scrambled away, only to cry out in pain as your ankle reminded you of its painfully broken sections of bone. The scream did not make him pause in his movements. He did not stop until he was in front of you, the nose of his mask touching your own and his hot breath filtering around the edges of his mask and hitting you with humid gusts. You held your own breath, fearful of its effect as the scent of blood and gore overpowered your mind. 

A hand reached out, touching the ankle that was broken and giving it a squeeze. You cried out again as his hand tightened and then let go, as if experimenting. He tilted his head again.

“I... I broke it.” You whimpered out, shutting your eyes tight, fearing that your fate might be one shared with the pig’s who had made you run so fast. 

Instead you were suddenly weightless. Your gaze snapped open to find yourself above the ground, in the arms of the masked man who had previously terrified you. His hands smeared blood on your arms and gore soaked into your clothes as his entire form overwhelmed your own with its mere presence. You felt the cold of the chain and the hook dig into your flesh, giving you goosebumps as the edges of his bloody hair tickled your face and made you gag with its rotting scent. 

And suddenly you were carried off into the darkness of the woods with nothing but apprehension to keep you from screaming in terror in the grip of such a feral monster. 

[all-alone-he-turns-to-stone]

We don’t believe what’s on TV - Chapter 42

Chapter 41 - Epilogue - Chapter 43

We don’t believe what’s on TV masterlist

Resume: I had an ordinary life, or that’s what I wanted to believe. I lost myself in the TV series that I listened to forget the normal boring life. What I didn’t know, however, was that my life would change completely overnight.

Finding myself in 2013 at Beacon Hills County.

This is a Stiles x Reader

Previously: The finale battle against the Darach. Speaking to survive. Or to die. The monster won anyway.

In this chapter: Waking up. Feeling hope, feeling alive, until the truth is revealed.

Word count: 3635

A/N: I know it’s been a while. This chapter isn’t proofreaded, but I think it’s good enough to be posted. And also... sorry for the wait omg. After this chapter, there’s a little sneak peek for next seasons. Then, chapter 43 is in season 3b... and the void story can begin.

Nothing. Is this what life look like after death? Emptiness, blackness everywhere, total absence of sensation? No, that's not true. I do feel something. I'm in something, I feel it now. It's liquid, a thick liquid that surrounds me. Too thick and not cold enough to be water. Barely noticeable when I don’t move.

I notice that my eyes are closed, and I feel stupid. That's why it was so dark! I try to open them, but nothing happens. I can’t move my eyelids, they are stuck …

Something pulls my lower eyelids when I try to lift them. I understand with horror why quickly, and panic wins me. My arms shake in the liquid, pressing on my face to touch my eyes, and what I feel fills me with terror. A rope, thin, connects my two eyelids together, preventing them from opening. And when I want to open my mouth to scream, ask for help, a muffled sound answers me. I can’t open my mouth either. My holes are sewn, and the more I try to open them, the more the rope pulls on my skin. Soon, I feel blood flowing on my chin and my cheeks.

It's a nightmare, I have to wake up. No ... I'm dead. And I'm in hell. Again.

"You really have to learn to trust a fox."

I panic too much. I can no longer breathe, and, possessing by fear, I open one of my eyes by force. My eyelids tear, I can feel the skin tearing apart. The pain explodes in my eye, then my skull, and my scream stays smothered against my closed lips. I finally manage to open my eye, and immediately, I regret wanting to look.

I don’t bathe in water, no. I am in a pool of blood. And everywhere around me floats motionless bodies.

"Y/n ..."

My name walks in the air, bounces against the surface of the liquid as the body moves slowly to the rhythm of the waves. My eyes fill with water but only one can cry, the one that I force to open.

"Y/n ..."

Stop ... Leave me ... Leave me alone... I don’t want to see anymore, but I can’t close my eye. It's too late. And no matter where I look, a face is staring at me, death stares filled with grudge, silently accusing me of their fate. The image is imbued in my brain.

"Y/n, wake up."

I open my eyes suddenly. My hands are stretched in the air and the cold meets my skin. A scream escapes from my mouth, burning my lungs that seem to be on fire. I am no longer in the blood. And soon, hands grab my outstretched arms, and I find myself sitting in a bed. The white is sparkling compared to the darkness from where I was a few moments ago.

I am in a hospital room. That's a fact. But I am still in the world of Teen Wolf or elsewhere?

Turning my head to the side to discover the identity of the hand still on my arm, I look at who’s near me.

"I am void ..."

A golden glance, extinguished, fixes me. Dry lips curl upward, and a tongue comes out to lick the dry lips. A pale skin. Intense hair that holds up with too much gel. Dark circles under the eyes. I have a sudden backward movement. I pull back my arm and snuggle into the corner of the bed in a ball, and start crying softly. No ... It's impossible ... Did I spend months in a coma? Is it too late? Void took possession of Stiles and killed everyone? I close my eyes forcefully until I feel pain. My nightmare comes back to mind, how I would have preferred to keep my eyes sewn rather than face the carnage. I had chosen to look away rather than face reality, and I was still doing it. I didn’t understand anything anymore …

"Y/n? It's me, Stiles ... "

His voice was the same. No trace of the nogitsune, his dark presence was making the voice of the boy I loved so much more serious and rude than it currently was. However, he knew exactly how to imitate the true Stiles. I couldn’t trust it.

"Y/n ..." Stiles tried again, this time putting his hand on my arm. His skin was warm and the gesture gave me a sudden sense of security. More and more confused, I raised my head quickly towards him. This time, I met the warm, golden look I was used to. The one I loved so much. What I loved less, thought, was the sadness and pain that inhabited that look. Hesitant, Stiles stood on the end of his chair, his hand outstretched toward me, fearing to hurt me more. Fearing my reaction.

Void wasn’t here. No trace of the nogitsune of my nightmare. I had to imagine everything. Or, it was a new monster hit. Playing with my fears, it was good at that.

"Stiles ..." I murmured, tears of relief flowing quickly over my cheeks. I couldn’t hold them back. He was there, alive, he was fine, except for the nasty cut on his forehead. Allison and Isaac had found him. Everyone had to be okay, I hoped. Unable to bear the distance that separated us, I rushed into his arms. And as soon as the contact was made, a diffuse heat enveloped me entirely. It was comfortable, reassuring, and above all, nice. I hugged him as hard as I could, letting my tears dip his sweater and his, my hospital gown.

"Y/n!"

Looking up, I saw Scott stand behind Stiles near the door, motionless. The surprise on his face turned to relief and he rushed towards me. I wiped my nose mechanically, left the comfort of Stiles' arms to let myself be transported by Scott's. He squeezed me so hard that I gasped, but I never complained or asked him to let me go. He smelled sweat, sand and blood, odorous detail informing me that he had not had time or bothered to wash since ...

"How are the others? And Jennifer, is she dead? How long was I ... What happened?" I asked without taking a breath. Scott put his hands on my shoulders and sat next to me on the bed. Stiles left his chair and also climbed onto the mattress. I moved my legs to make room for the two most important boys for me, ready to listen.

"Everyone is fine," Scott began. "Thanks to you ... Jennifer's last sacrifices were saved, ruining her plan." At his words, Scott offered me a small smile as Stiles slid his hand into mine, as if to say thank you. I looked at him and squeezed his hand back, silently telling him you’re welcome. "But Y/n, what you did ..." I turned my attention back to Scott, listening to him. But he paused in his words, his dark eyes detailing me, his brows frowning. The silence was inhabited by the beeps of the monitors and the sounds of people moving in the hallway. "Why did you come ..." He fidgeted on the bed, and it was my turn to frown. "And how did you know where we were ..."

"I ..." I started, squeezing Stiles' hand unconsciously, like a rescue rope. My head bowed as I stared at the blanket covering my legs, unable to look anyone in the eyes. "I didn’t know, just as I didn’t know how to drive and ..."

"Melissa and Chris are still angry that you left them behind," Stiles laughed to change the subject and relax the atmosphere, coming to my rescue, as always. I lowered my head. I had so much to say to him, explanations, apologies and thanks.

"Sorry," I shook a shoulder, still unable to look at them. Unable to give them an explanation that would satisfy them. I didn’t even know myself.

"On a brighter note," Stiles went on, leaving no time for silence to return and add more discomfort. "Scott has a big news!"

"Oh?" I asked as I looked up at my half brother. The latter smiled at me and flaunted his eyes. They shone a beautiful red, powerful and warm. Nothing to do with the cold , bloodthirsty and violent red pupils of the monster.

After telling me everything I had missed, telling me one more time that everyone was fine - even the twins who had been badly injured trying to protect Lydia were getting better - Scott left me and Stiles alone so he could go tell his mother and the others that I was awake. I asked who else was there, but he only smiled at me, left a kiss on my forehead, and left the room.

I was now alone with Stiles. No one to stop us, no more monsters, no nightmares at the very moment. It only took a few seconds for his mouth to be against mine, kissing me quickly. Our rapid breathing mingled as the kiss continued. We were out of breath and the speed of the beeps on the monitor had increased. My hands clung desperately to his sweater while his was laying on my back gently. However, I could feel his fingers bending over my hospital gown, restraining himself from slipping under the thin fabric.

"I was so scared ..." He confessed between rapid breaths. "So scared you wouldn’t wake up ..."

"I'm sorry," I mumbled, kissing his lips one last time before putting my forehead against his. "So sorry ... for everything ..."

We remained like that, motionless, a good moment, each of us taking advantage of the presence of the other. No questions were asked about how I did, what I did, why I had a weird reaction when I woke up and saw him. It didn’t matter, not when we were finally together. I was scared too, afraid he wouldn’t wake up from the ritual, afraid to never see him again, afraid of never being able to tell him …

"Me too," I murmured, feeling a smile on my face as I stepped back to plunge my eyes into his. Stiles tilted his head slowly, not understanding right away. His lips were a little swollen by the kiss, and his cheeks had that pretty red hue that made him even cuter. Like that was possible. "I love you too, Stiles."

And the smile that lit up his face then was well worth it. It was probably worth all the risks I had taken to get here. All the decisions, sometimes bad, that I had taken. All the suffering endured. The nightmares that were surely not over. The happiness and love that was living in me were so good. It was worth it. And I could easily have spent hours looking at his face, his shining eyes, his beautiful smile.

knock Knock knock

The sound made us jump at the same time. So concentrated, lost in the beauty of the other, I had forgotten that we were in a public place. Expecting Melissa to be behind the door, or that Scott was back, I answered a faint come in, but I was surprised to see the sheriff appear at the door. The latter couldn’t hold his smile when he saw his son near me, hand in hand, and of course, it made Stiles blush even more. But he hid his embarrassment by winking at his father, who then rolled his eyes.

"Y/n, can I come in? I have something to tell you. "

I nodded and the sheriff entered the room. As Stiles was about to leave, Melissa appeared behind Noah, making me jump again.

"Stay, Stiles. You should hear that too. "

Intrigued, the hyperactive rested his perfect butt on my bed and put his hand in mine, where it belonged. The sheriff remained standing and Melissa came to sit next to me, where her son had been sitting not long before. Both parents exchanged glances, then Melissa spoke.

"First, you're grounded," the nurse announced in a firm voice. My smile disappeared and I tilted my head to the side, not understanding immediately. "For taking the car and leaving us behind!" She added. And I almost believed her anger so much she was doing convincing, but when the smile cracked her expression, I realized she was playing with me. "Y/n. Neither me nor Chris are mad at you. You ... you saved us. And you saved our kids. I don’t know how we would have done without you." I was going to protest again, that I hadn’t done anything, but she interrupted me. "Oh, don’t be too happy, you're really grounded. But that's not what we wanted to talk to you about. Your punishment will come later. "

"Do you remember what you told us?" The sheriff went on, taking a step toward us. "Under the tree, when we were tied up." I nodded, waiting for the rest. I said a lot of things. "That an FBI agent told you that legally, you couldn’t stay with Melissa."

The sadness of this truth came back to my mind and I bowed my head, trying to swallow my tears. How could I forget. Everything was going so well,  bad news had to ruin everything, didn’t they? They were going to tell me I couldn’t stay with Scott and Melissa. I already felt the hard words to hear perforating my eardrums. I could already see myself packing my bags and leaving this house that had become so familiar.

"Well, I did some research," the sheriff coughed and I looked up to understand why. Stiles stared at him intently, his brows frowning and his ears red, fulminating. "Okay, we did some research," he specified, and his son nodded, satisfied with the clarification. "It happens that there is a legal way for you to stay."

"What ...?" I asked, hope coming back in me like a flower blooming in spring. After months of rain, the sun finally lit up my heart.

Melissa didn’t answer me, no. Instead, she handed me some papers that I took slowly with some uncertainty. I stared at the nurse, and she nodded to the papers, inviting me to read. My hand shook softly as I pulled the sheet close to my face so I could read the inscription. And I had to re-read it several times before the words finally made their way into my brain.

Adoption application form

My eyes immediately filled with water and a tear fell on the paper. Panicked, I wiped it quickly and continued reading, too moved to be able to speak. Once I deciphered the paper entirely, I could focus more at something written at the bottom. Bottom right to be more precise. A simple signature on a line made all the difference.

I looked up at Melissa, waiting for more explanations. Not only she had her eyes full of water, but a huge smile was on her face.

"Do you agree to be officially and legally a McCall?" Melissa asked. Still unable to speak, I could only nod before bursting into tears in the arms of my new mother. Soon, my bed shook and a new heat enveloped me. Scott. We were finally a family. Nothing could make me happier. And I hoped nothing was going to ruin this moment. My heart was filled, filled with love, happiness and light. Not even the monster could come to take this joy away, I was sure of it.

Afterwards, Melissa made me sign the paper while explaining to me what it meant. Now part of the family, a large part of the hospital costs were going to be covered by the insurance. No more worries about that. Moreover, since Melissa was now taking care of two teenagers while being a single parent, she would receive a small amount of money each month, according to the law. No one would bother me with my memory, if I remembered my past, nor about my identity. She left, adding that I would soon be able to leave the hospital because my results showed significant improvements.

That same evening, several people came to visit. First Allison and his father, who thanked me again another time. Chris didn’t mention it, but I knew something was disturbing him when he was in the room. He seemed on his guard, or worried. Allison wished me a good recovery, and promised me that as soon as I got better, we would resume training. Then came Isaac who stayed only briefly. He didn’t want to linger but still wanted to know how I was doing. Finally, Derek and Cora made their entries. The former alpha apologized for taking such risks, for following Jennifer, even if he only wanted to help, and I decided to not yell at him for being so careless. It was useless, if Derek Hale felt he owed me, he wouldn’t change his mind. His sister didn’t speak much, except for vows of recovery, and she announced her departure. I knew somehow she would left since she wasn’t in season 3b, but I felt a bit sad. Farewell were exchanged, and they left. Finally, Stiles came back to see me one last time before the end of the visits. He congratulated me again on the adoption, and asked me if I wanted him to stay for the night like the other time. And although I really wanted to, the dark circles under his eyes suggested that he needed a good night of sleep. A last, simple kiss that left me breathless, and he left for the night, leaving me alone for the first time since I woke up.

I couldn’t sleep. On one side or the other, the joy overflowed in my heart so much I couldn’t close my eyes. And then, I refused to sink into the arms of the monster and his nightmares waiting for me. I knew he was waiting for me patiently, ready to take revenge. He was weaker than ever, the healing of the darach's poison had finished exhausting the forces he had accumulated since Derek's sacrifice. He was sitting quietly in a dark corner of my mind, the dream one. He could always reach me by that, and I was only hoping that the hallucination of Void I had when I woke up was due to everything but him. Missed only hallucination in broad daylight, again, to better ruin my life.

So, I didn’t dare close my eyes. I stared at the window and watched the clouds move slowly on the blackboard of the night, the  moon shining on that cloudy evening. A small smile never left my lips. Everything was fine, everyone was fine. I had told Stiles that I loved him, we had kissed, Melissa was going to adopt me, Scott had become an alpha, Isaac didn’t hate me anymore ... I wasn’t alone.

Crack

It was a barely audible sound. And it could have easily passed for a gust of wind outside or someone walking down the hall outside my room. However, the sound made me freeze and put all my senses on alert. I was lying in front of the window, back to the door of my hospital room. An uncomfortable shiver ran through my back as I slowly turned in my bed trying to make as little noise as possible, telling myself  it was probably nothing. However, while only the darkness should have answered me in the room, two bright red dots made me freeze. The monster was in my room and stared intently at me. All I could see was its eyes, it was too dark for me to see anything else. My breathing quickened as I grabbed the blankets unnecessarily, as if it could protect me.

I must have fallen asleep. Yet, it didn’t feel like a dream. And when the monster took a step into the room, when the faint light of the moon illuminated it, I realized it wasn’t a nightmare. And that the red eyes staring at me were not those of the monster.

"Deucalion ..." I murmured, recognizing the alpha. A relief came over me then, it wasn’t the monster, but very quickly, confusion and anxiety to see him in my room, hidden in the darkness, reassured me in no way, on the contrary. "What…"

He didn’t answer me, no. Deucalion was standing in front of me, at the foot of my bed, very straight, his face adorning this scary, amused expression. It was then that our last exchanges came back to me. He knew, he knew that if I spoke, something would happen. He obviously knew that I had knowledge about the future. Recently, many people knew it without ever really asking me how. But Deucalion knew much more. And it was the moment, the moment to ask him what I couldn’t ask him in the barn.

"How did you know? That talking... Would ... "

I swallowed while waiting for an answer that didn’t come. The alpha kept staring at me, his formerly blind eyes shining now with knowledge and power. After endless seconds, he left his spot and walked towards me. I remained perfectly still as he leaned toward me, more precisely towards my ear. Anyway, even if I wanted to move, fear prevented me. And what he whispered in my ear, his words barely audible, managed to break all the joy I had finally accumulated in me. This joy melted and slowly flowed out of me in the form of tears.

"You knew ... from the beginning ..."

Without answering or even looking at me, Deucalion left my room, leaving me alone with this troubling, and above all, frightening truth.

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[oh-theatre]

Sycamore High: The Auditorium  (Chapter 10)

A/N: So many characters! So many stories! So many perspectives! I LOVE WRITING TED. Also, I have only had Tommy for a chapter but if anything very were to happen to him...

summary: The gang goes through an odd morning before class

words: 1,690

warnings: Cursing, slight homophobia, mentions of yelling, implied abuse, VERY NEGATIVE THINKING

Ao3 link

So cute

He is so cute

I love him

WOAH WOAH, pump the breaks, Ted, you pump those breaks

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Emma turned the corner sleepily, god had anyone gotten any sleep?

“I can't believe they have a coffee cart at this school… how fancy can you get?’ She mumbled to herself making her way towards the smell of sweet sweet caffeine. She reaches the eyesight of the coffee cart to be met with a very different scene. She finds herself staring at Paul and some unknown man who looks very angry. She can't hear what they are saying but the taller man's face gets very red and Emma decides that maybe she should intervene seeing as Paul looks like he could care less what happens to him. She stepped in front of the pair and held up her hand, catching a very sweaty fist in it. The man grunted and kept pushing his fist against her hand, she didn't budge. She gave him a look before he snarled and gave up, walking away followed by a very chatty crew.

“Emma!” Pauls perky voice shouted from behind her, she spun to see an equally sleepy Paul grinning like an idiot, so cute.

“Hiya Paul, what was that about?” She asked, scooching past him a bit to collect her own coffee and Pauls.

“Emma! My dear friend! The girl I met just a while ago! The girl who I might have a crush on!  I don't know!” Emma immediately shushed him and dragged him away from the overpopulating coffee cart. She huddled them into a corner still covering his mouth. “I am really tired” He said smiling, insane eyes shining through.

“Yeah, I can tell…” She paused examining him “How much sleep did you get last night?” She asked concerned

“Literally 0 hours” He said still smiling, she wanted to laugh he really was adorable “My mom was loud and fighting with my dad, we don't like him in this household” He whispered the last part. Emma felt like she was listening to a gossip session. “Anyway they were fighting, VERY LOUDLY” He shouted, Emma, nodded sighing… she was getting annoyed. Paul caught on and decided to continue. “Sister, having boy troubles or whatever… and… “ He suddenly got very sad, his face fell. Emma took his hand not thinking and giving it light supportive strokes “Ted… I was worried about Ted” He pouted, Emma nodded. She looked around her surroundings.

“Let's get you back to class” She decided to hand him his coffee. He took it and followed her lead towards the auditorium. 

“Hey how did you do that-” He paused gesturing wildly “Hand thingy”

“I take self-defense classes” She said, slightly leading Paul who was now full-on drunk/sleepy mode. He gasped loudly, jaw-dropping.

“You are so cool” He whispered amazed, she smirked before they reached the auditorium doors. He looked at the doors then down at his coffee. “Oh no! I forgot Bills coffee…” He pouted again and furrowed his brows “Eh, fuck Bill” He stated before the pair made their way into class.

~~~

“Ok, we can't keep doing this!” Charlotte exclaimed “This isn't like me” She said, furrowing her brows. It wasn't, she wasn't the type of person to sneak into a dark corner of the school and have a make-out session.

“God! Charlotte! You say this every-time, and then the morning comes and here we are” Sam replies frustrated. Charlotte winces at his yelling, she doesn't like yelling. “Look you need to figure out what it is we are doing ok?” Charlotte nods unsure before racing out of their corner, she feels a firm hand grab her and pull her back in for a moment. A warm kiss is placed on her lips and she cant help but melt into it. Sam pulls away after a moment before winking goodbye and making his way to class.  Her face flushed before she made her separate way towards the auditorium.

“There you are” The concerned voice of her best friend Emma calls across the room, she turns smiling at her friend

“Here I am” She says dreamily “What's up, buttercup?”  Emma rolls her eyes and drags her over to the seats.

��Ok I have so much to tell you but first why do you look high?” Charlotte's face fell immediately a sense of panic set in.

“High? I don't look high? Omg, do I look high?” She rambled, Emma squeezed her hands

“Kidding!” She said unsure at her friend, Charlotte pouted and hit her shoulder

“Not funny” She said

“You did it wrong” Emma joined in her pout “It's actually ‘Not Funneh!’” Emma exclaimed mimicking the John Mulaney skit.

“Ok nope, I'm not doing this, it's way too early-”

“Paul said he might have a crush on me” Emma blurted, softly enough for only the pair to hear.

“Good Morning class!” A voice echoed through the hollow theatre “Unfortunately Professor Chad is unavailable today so I have been asked to step in. I'm Professor Hidgens and that is what you can call me” The nervous professor looked at the students expectantly before deciding to begin roll call.

~~~

He is really cute though

Yes, but you don't love him! You don't even know him!

Still cute

“Enough!” Ted shouted out loud, the car stopped abruptly and Tommy looked over at Ted in a panic. Ted covered his mouth quickly as the pair made eye contact. “Sorry, I was… just thinking” He said, Tommy sighed relieved before continuing on. Ted cursed himself, idiot, He thought.

“So what's your first class of the day?” Tommy asked casually as he pulled into the school parking lot “Mines Equine Care and Management, I really love horses” He informs excitedly, Ted could listen to him speak for hours. Tommy parks the car looking over at the boy expectantly.

“Oh! Well it was Physical Education but somehow I got transferred into Musical Theatre with a bunch of my friends” Ted wanted to hit himself, he sounded so lame. Tommy's eyes lit up as he unbuckled.

“I love the theatre!! I really wanted to take that class but my…” He trailed off “Doesn't matter, that's super cool though!” His tone had gotten sadder, Ted felt a fiery ball gather in his stomach, he wanted to punch whoever made him feel this way. He just wanted to protect Tommy.

Dammit!

What is wrong with you?

I don't know

Get it together, man

What would your father think?

“Why do I care?” He mumbled to himself getting out of the car. He had dried off a tad bit so he wasn't slugging water everywhere. He grabbed his things and followed Tommy into the school, he couldn't help but stare the entire time. He was absolutely, head over heels, in l-

STOP IT!

You aren't, you CAN'T be

You're just confused, it's just a phase

It's just a phase

Just a phase

“Could I walk you to the auditorium?” Tommy asked sweetly, no pun intended “I've always wanted to see it” Ted watched as Tommy's eyes grew wide with excitement, and a beautiful smile crossed his face.

“How could I say no?” That was supposed to stay up here, Ted thought. Tommy jumped, yes jumped, excitedly and latched onto Ted. He immediately froze at the sudden contact the two boys now shared. Tommy wasn't bothered, and Ted wasn't either perse but… he was confused.

“Lead the way Teddy” Tommy mumbled softly. Oh? Using my childhood nickname? NOT FAIR UNIVERSE! And so he did, Ted leads them through the almost empty halls right to the auditorium doors. Everything was going great, they talked and laughed. They were so close until-

“Got yourself a boyfriend Porker?” A gruff voice asked from behind. Ted felt his mood immediately drop as the pair turned around to be met with Billy. “Aww look, he even has pigtails, so you can pretend he's a girl”

Ok that's it, Ted roll up your sleeves lets get this motherfucker

Why? He's right, isn't he?

“I'm not his boyfriend” Tommy said calmly, why did Ted's heart hurt when he said this. “I'm just a friend, he's much too good for me” Both Ted and Billy were shocked by this. Ted felt a pang of guilt hit him.

Too good for you? No… no… you've got it all wrong Tommy

“Even if he was my boyfriend” Ted said, his voice wavered by this sudden participation “You would be the last to know”

Wow great job Ted, I’m sure that will get him going

“So what? You like boys Porker?” Billy said scoffing. Ted furrowed his brows, he went to answer.

“You interested Billy? Unfortunately, you're not my type” That shut him up, ted watched amused as Billy stuttered over himself before walking away defeated. “Also yeah I do!” Ted shouted, He just really wanted to rile him up. Tommy let out a giggle and covered Ted's mouth.

“Stop.. you're going to get yourself punched” The pair giggled, Ted felt happier than he had in a while.

“I've been through worse” He shuffled his feet, Tommy let out a breath before examining the halls once more.

“Sorry about that” He said, Ted shook his head furiously

“Not your fault, Billy has always had it out for me and my friends” He glanced over at the direction where Billy had gone “I guess this time it was justified” Ted said disappointed.

“What? Are you joking? It was absolutely not! So you like boys? Who cares?” Tommy said getting very defensive, ted was taken aback by this sudden anger he felt wash through him. “Look I don't know you that well but clearly you have some things you need to work on, but I meant when I said we were friends, ok?” he looked around again “It's ok to like whoever-” Tommy paused “Just don't like Billy ok? Cause… ew” The pair erupted into laughter once more “I should get to class… see you around Ted” Tommy smiled, that damn smile before disappearing, leaving Ted with a very hollow stomach and an awful feeling of longing.

So...Not a phase

What would your father think?

[chicagocryptid]

Would you be willing to do #88: I Dropped My Watch In An Open Grave, because that is a vivid image.

88.  I dropped my watch in an open grave, jumped in to get it, and while you were visiting your dead grandmother, you saw me climbing out of the grave

GraveDigger // Sal x Ash (WC:2219)

(omg a different pairing? on my blog??)

Warnings: None!!!

Even though Diane was buried in Jersey, and Henry wouldn't hear of moving her plot with them, Sal still made a point to visit the graveyard every few weeks. It was quiet there, and even though he wasn't actually near her grave, he still felt closer to her underneath the weeping willows and shady pines than he did at home. Sometimes he talked to her, about school and his dad and things she'd been missing. Usually though, he settled against the trunk of a tree, between the gnarled roots, and did homework, or read a book.

It was a sunny afternoon, but cold, which was Sal's favorite time to go. Every so often he crossed paths with a funeral, but for the most part, the cemetery was empty. Today was one of the more unlucky days, but he managed to skirt around the crowd without drawing any attention to himself, and settled under his favorite tree, an old and weathered looking willow, with branches so long they brushed the ground. From behind the tendrils, he watched the funeral for a while, and then lost himself in his copy of The Great Gatsby, a summer reading book he'd ended up harboring an affection for.

So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

He was unsure how long he'd been there, in the shelter of the tree, but when he looked up again, the procession was over, and the grave hands were shoveling dirt back into the hole. He stood, lazily and cursing his popping joints, and decided to take the long way back to the gate. The longer path would take him around the other side of the church, and if he timed it right, he could catch the sun dipping below the horizon. It was the only time he didn't hate Nockfell, when it was bathed in that purple-yellow light.

His steps in the soft dirt were slow and light, and he swung his arms some as he walked. Maybe it was this that caused his book to slip from his fingers and land in the grass, where it bounced a little and then slid into an open grave. Sal swore under his breath, and sidled up to the edge of the ditch, looking at his book, the size of a postcard, seven feet below him. He considered leaving it there - the grounds keepers would retrieve it, and he could ask for it the next time he came. But the idea of letting it sit in the dirt didn't feel right, and with a resolved sigh, he knelt on the edge of the pit, put his legs over the side, and lowered himself in.

The dirt smelled rich and wet, and it immediately overwhelmed him. He didn't want to think about his mother, in her own ditch, smelling of worms and rain. And he certainly didn't want to think of himself that way either. He shivered, the sudden inclination of being buried alive leaving him chilled, and snatched the book from the ground fast, as though someone else might grab it before him.

He would need both hands to climb back to the surface, and at first tried tucking the book in the waistband of his jeans. There were a lot of reasons this didn't work, so he tried instead to toss it onto the grass. He succeeded after the second attempt, and then reached up to dig his fingernails into what little of the grass he could reach. He had been so busy jamming the toes of his shoes into the walls of the grave, and desperately grasping at the grass above him, that he didn't realize someone else had joined him until they screamed. He was only half way out of the hole, and the sound startled him so much that he released the ground and slipped back into the grave, landing hard on his back.

Sal groaned in pain, and it echoed around him. It didn't help the eerie feeling he'd been trying to escape before, and now that his temple was throbbing, he started to feel a little panic. If he had a concussion, there was no way he'd be able to get out of here alone. He reached up to touch his face. At least he would die with his prosthetic in tact.

But there has been another person, right? Feebly, Sal called out. He waited a few seconds, but couldn't hear any Footsteps. So he called again. This time, after a pause, a face appeared at the edge of the grave. Backlit by the sun, in her high neck black lace dress, Sal thought for a moment she was death, finally coming to collect on a life that had escaped her long ago. But then her face twisted, the way someone suppressing a laugh's does, and she lifted her skirt to kneel on the ground beside the hole.

"Are you okay?" Her voice was melodic, a little raspy. Sal groaned again and made an effort to sit up, supporting himself on his palms, the earth around him spinning.

"I think so." He felt something wet on his temple, and pressed his fingers to it. When he pulled them away, they were dark with blood. She had seen, and terror mounted in her voice. When he looked up, the whispers of a smile had vanished.

"Oh my God, you're bleeding." She leaned forward, too far, and Sal jumped to his feet. It made his head throb more, but at least she had leaned back in her heels some. She reached out to him, a slender hand open, waiting for his. "Let me help you."

He hesitated, afraid he would pull her in with him, but took her offer and somehow they both ended up in the grass, a little damp, but otherwise okay. She stood, brushing herself off, and pulled Sal to his feet. Up close, she was even more beautiful. High cheek bones, a turned up mouth, fierce eyes. They were the color of clover and emerald, and he couldn't bear to look at them for more than a few seconds.

She was looking at him hard, taking him in. He didn't like the scrutiny, and instead surveyed the ground for his discarded novel. He could see it a few feet away, dirty but in one piece.

"Sorry I screamed," she said, when she had had her fill of watching. "I heard the book hit the ground and came over to check it out. I wasn't expecting a person to follow. And at first I want even sure if you were one because of the..." She stopped, her eyes flitting to his face, and then cleared her throat. "Anyway. Show me where you're bleeding."

She reached up to pull the mask away, and Sal jumped back, instinctively. Her hand dropped, and her mouth twisted, irritated.

I'm fine, really." A trickle of blood had started its long crawl down his face, warm and sticky. He flinched.

"Let me see it." She took another step forward, and he one back.

"No."

She folded her arms over her chest, her voice wry. "You might really be hurt, let me see."

"No! I'm good."

She lunged at him, surprisingly agile in her heels, and knocked him backwards into the grass. He was pinned beneath her, her knees on either of his biceps, holding him down. In spite of himself, he flushed, hot and uncomfortable.

She reached for the prosthetic again, and he turned his head. "You're going to make it worse!" He protested.

"Then hold still!"

She managed to get some kind of grip on it, and pulled it up a few inches, while Sal, still struggling, shouted "Don't!" He pulled an arm free, and was able to grasp one of her wrists. They both paused, breathing hard.

"Just let me make sure you're okay." Her voice was soft again, gentle. She had rested her free hand in the dirt next to his head, which left her leaning over him. Reluctantly, he let go of her wrist. She must have sensed his submission, because she moved backwards, unpinning his arm and giving him room to sit up.

He did, and reached behind him to unclip the straps holding the prosthetic in place. He's hesitated, and then pulled it away, his eyes closed.

She gasped.

Sal opened his eyes, ready for the look of horror he was sure would great him. But she was only looking at the cut on his head, and her face was full of worry, not disgust. She shifted on his lap, lifting the lace overlay of her dress and exposing the black fabric underneath. She bent low to take the fabric between her teeth, and Sal heard a ripping sound. When she straightened up, she pulled along the tear until she had a long strip, and then tore the strip from the dress. She looped it over her fingers, and pressed it carefully to Sal's temple.

It stung, and he flinched. "Sorry," she said, though she didn't entirely look it. She dabbed at the cut, her gaze intense and focused. He watched her, awestruck. And then he started talking.

"It was an accident."

"I didn't think you'd cut yourself on purpose."

"No, not that. The... Rest." She met his eye, briefly, and then looked away again.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

"I know." But he did, though he couldn't explain why. So he told her everything. About his mom, and the picnic, and the dog. And why he had been lurking about in the cemetery, climbing out of graves. She listened quietly, and kept dabbing, until the blood had seeped through the fabric, until he had stopped bleeding.

"I saw you come in," she said when she was done, holding the rag in her lap. She had been with the funeral, she explained, and a blue headed boy was harder to miss than he thought he was. "I wasn't ready to leave her here. Nonna. So I thought I'd walk around, check things out. Clear my head." Sal nodded, a bad idea, and pressed his palm to his forehead.

"Careful!" She pulled his hand away from his forehead, scolding. "You'll make yourself bleed again. Lucky for you it's just a small cut."

"A lot of blood for a small cut."

"Headwounds bleed more." She shrugged, and pressed the rag to his forehead one final time.

"You sure I'm gonna make it, Doc?"

She shrugged again, but smiled. "Nope." God, she was so pretty when she smiled. At the same time, they both seemed to remember that she was sitting in his lap. She hurried backwards, into the grass, and got to her feet, blushing. He did the same, picking up the prosthetic and preparing to strap of back on. She stopped him.

"Don't. You should let that breathe." She gestured to the cut. "And anyway, I like you better without it." He lowered the mask, tucking it under his arm, and then stepping around her to pick up his book. He tucked that under his arm too, and shuffled his feet. He didn't want to say goodbye.

"Thanks," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. She smiled wider.

"Anytime."

"See you around?" Sal hoped he didn't sound like he was begging.

"It's a small town," she answered. Coy.

"Be careful getting home." He waved, awkwardly, and turned in the opposite direction, back on the path towards the gate. He listened for her Footsteps behind him, but couldn't hear them. His own dragged in the dirt. He was maybe 40 yards away when he heard her voice calling after him.

"You owe me a new dress!" He turned back to where she been standing- He could still see her there, where he'd left her. The sun had started to lower itself behind the trees, so she was silhouetted against the medley of colors. Of all the sunsets, this one was his favorite.

"Who should I say it's for?!" He called back.

"The girl who saved my life!" He could hear her laugh being carried on the breeze, behind her words.

"Won't fit on the label!"

"Then Ash - Ashley Campbell!"

Ashley. The name dug its way into his brain, nested there. He said it aloud, once, let it sit on his tongue like honey.

He wasn't sure how to respond, to keep the banter going, to keep get engaged just a little while longer. He must have paused too long, because she called across to him again.

"Who will it say it's from?!"

"Sal!" And then, "Fisher!" Her laugh again, and she waved.

"Goodnight, Sal Fisher! I'll be expecting my replacement!"

"Goodnight, Ashley Campbell! I'll make sure you get it soon!" She turned, and so did he, the smile on his face making his cheeks sore. He walked another twenty or thirty feet, and then stopped. He looked over his shoulder, to see if she was still waiting, but she was gone. No longer on the path, so he scanned the tree line, the rows of graves, but there was no trace of her. Maybe she had been a dream. Maybe she had been a ghost, he corrected. But either way, the way she'd said his name carried him all the way home.

[crimsonbluemoon]

OhmToonz: I’ll Be Home For Christmas

I’m not sure if I’m going to get all of these done today because I’m probably getting too into this. I know I’ll deff get one more done, but I also wanna get some work done on Chapter 13 for Libahunt so we’ll see what the rest of the night holds. 

So until then, here ya go!

Ohmtoonz: “There’s a storm and omg I’m losing signal are you okay?? hold on let me drive 489432 miles to get you the night before Christmas”

“You’re stuck?” Ryan let out a sigh at the repeat of his words, glancing out the window of the common room of his college dormitory. His feet were buried in his bunny slippers, which had been unpacked from his suitcase. Snow poured down in the darkness, adding to the silence of the empty room. Most of the people in the dormitory had already left for the holiday season, but Ryan had been asked to stay behind as a Resident Assistant. “How the fuck are you stuck on campus on Christmas Eve?!”

“The storm came in earlier than I expected it to, and I can’t get to the train.” The night before had been a cluster in the college, as news of a terrible snowstorm heading their way made people leave early. He’d let the other RAs Momo and Squirrel leave the day before, knowing that both had large families that would be distraught if the freshmen weren’t able to make it back for the holidays. Being a senior meant he had less anxiety over the winter break, having done it plenty of times before. But the winter storm waited for nobody, and the dark clouds had come in much earlier than predicted by the weatherman. By the time Ryan had helped the last student out of the dormitory and done his rounds, the snow was up to his calves, and still coming down. It was pointless to try and trek the mile to the train station, especially when he didn’t even know if they were still running.  

“So you’re going to be stuck there for Christmas?” His best friend’s voice over the phone sounded strained, and Ryan blinked before he snuggled closer to the couch and sighed.

“The school’s sidewalks aren’t going to be their first priority to plow because there’s almost nobody else here. I might be able to get out tomorrow, but I’ll probably just wait until the snow fully stops.”

“You can’t just not come home. We’re supposed to go out to breakfast tomorrow, it’s a tradition!” And Ryan knew it was, no matter how far away from home he currently was. A two-hour drive and that was without the crappy conditions. Yet Ryan had made the trek every time in order to see Luke, the one constant in his life. Friends from school were nice, and the boyfriends he’d tried to date were always a pleasant distraction (from feelings he didn’t wanna talk about), but Luke was the one person that he always knew would be there without question. It’d been like that since there were thirteen and muddy from wrestling by the pond near their street.

It’d been how Luke had stolen his heart. 

“I’m sorry, Toonzy.” He hoped that his softer tone would show how sad he really was over missing the tradition. Christmas was a busy time for Luke, having a lot of friends and family to check in with. Ryan didn’t have that problem, as he’d stopped talking to his own toxic parents three years ago. Christmas morning breakfast was the only time the two carved out just for each other, and his stomach ached at thinking he’d have to miss his favorite part of the season.

“Is this because of last time?” The question came out of nowhere, and Ryan wasn’t sure the context despite flipping it over in his head.

“Last time?”

“When I-” A pause in the conversation was odd for Luke, and Ryan realized it was a technical glitch when fragments of his sentence came in. “--I won’t--just hold--soon.”

“Luke?” But nothing but static hit his ears, making Ryan sigh and end the call. He’d been hoping to convince Toonz to live stream a movie with him so he wouldn’t feel so alone, but it didn’t look like Luke was in a good place with service. Instead, Ryan shuffled his stuff back up to his room, ignoring the quiet that rung in his ears when burrowing under his covers and opening his Netflix to the Marvel movie selections. The bed felt cold despite the comforter, and Ryan wondered if it was more mental than temperature as he tried to focus on the movie playing on his screen. Picking the longest one he could find, Ryan pressed closer to his blankets and hoped that the empty feeling in his stomach would go away soon.

The end of the movie came fast, Ryan letting the attractive men and amazing fighting distract him. By the time Steve Rogers said his final line of failure, Ryan was half asleep, phone lazily clutched in his hand and nearly dropping off the bed. He was sure that sleep would claim him until a sudden vibration in his hand shook his away, Ryan yelping as his motion sent him and his computer crashing into the floor. Panic set in when he checked on his laptop, relieved to see the credits still rolling without a hint of damage. Focusing back on the thing that woke up, Ryan glanced back to the phone, mood lifting when seeing Luke’s name crossing his screen.

“Toonzy, you found service?” He asked, trying to hide his yawn when glancing to his clock. It was close to midnight, and Ryan guessed that Luke had managed to get back home from wherever he had been before. Maybe a party, from how long he was missing? He knew that Luke was spending his Christmas holiday with others. Their neighborhood always had a Christmas Eve party, and Toonz was probably warmed with spiced cider and happy memories of the holiday. The thought burned Ryan more than he wanted to admit. It wasn’t his friend’s fault that he was stranded. He had no right to be jealous, and yet here he was with clenched fists and a wounded heart.  

“I got service about an hour ago, but I didn’t wanna call while I was driving through this shit. Seriously, did mother nature decide all the fucking snow had to come in one night?” That made Ryan laugh, knowing how much Luke hated driving in the snow. It helped ease some of his bitterness away, leaning his back against his bed.

“Now you see why I couldn’t get home.”

“The fuck you can’t.” The statement threw Ryan off, and a weird noise bubbled from his throat loud enough for Luke to chuckle and continue. “Look outside, Ohm.”

“...No way.” Ryan’s feet were moving before he could get the words out, nearly tripping over themselves when they pushed up to the dorm window. His breath fogged up the glass for a moment, but he wiped it away with his sleeve in order to see what Luke was talking about. There, barely visible in the snow, was his best friend. Bundled up in ridiculous amounts of clothing and knitted accessories, yes, but still there.

“Luke, wh-what are you doing? Are you crazy?!” Ryan gasped out, already rushing to grab his shoes. Thankful he wore socks to bed, he jammed his feet into the boots before rushing out of the room, barely catching his friend’s response as he darted down the stairs.

“I wasn’t going to leave you here all alone on Christmas. Seeing you Christmas morning is my favorite part of the whole fucking holiday. Nothing’s cuter than that half-asleep face covered in maple syrup and eggs.” Ryan’s cheeks burned from emotion and exertion as he made it down the final few stairs, sprinting through the common room to get to the locked door at the front of the dormitory. Yanking it open, Ryan froze at Luke’s face peeking out from the scarf, which Toonz yanked out of the way before giving a hesitant smile. “About time you got out here, I was freezing my balls off.”

“It’s just breakfast,” Ryan blurted out, hands already reaching for Luke’s jacket despite not knowing if he wanted to push him back to his car to pull him closer for warmth. “You’ve got...so many family members and friends-”

“Christmas isn’t Christmas without the guy you’re in love with.” Their eyes met after Luke’s declaration, Ohm unable to close his mouth from shock. The roll of Luke’s eyes and huff of white air proved he thought the expression was unnecessary, hands grabbing Ryan’s wrists. “Yeah I know, don’t talk about it-”

“Wa-Wait, what? Don’t...what?” Ryan asked, not sure if he was dreaming. Did Luke just casually toss out that he was in love with Ryan? Sure that this wasn’t real, Ryan watched Luke hide a wince, shoulders slumping in a way that felt nothing like the confident, beautiful man he was used to.

“Last year, after breakfast? The card I gave you with your hoodie?” The words were spoken like Ryan should have had a clue, and he sort of did. Like tradition demanded, the two exchanged presents after breakfast was over, but neither were allowed to open the gift until after they got home. Ryan remembered the gift, his favorite hoodie which was now worn out from how often he wore it, but he had no idea what card his friend was speaking about. Luke didn’t look interested in reading the confusion on his face when he continued. “I got the message pretty clear when you didn’t say a word about it when we saw each other on New Years Eve.”

“Luke, what card?” Ryan forced out, getting to see his friend show confusion for the first time in the conversation.

“The one I put in the box, under the tissue paper.”     

“Luke, I was so happy about the personalized hoodie, I didn’t look in the box for more stuff. I’m pretty sure I just threw everything else away right after so I could wear the hoodie for the rest of the day.” Ryan spoke honestly, his heart racing when seeing Luke’s eyes widen after his response.

“You didn’t see the card.”

“So you drove all this way...”

“It was thrown away.”

“You thought I was avoiding you?” 

“You didn’t even know I-

“Luke, do you love me?” Ryan asked, hands releasing the lapels of his friend’s jacket to cup his cold face. The snow was covering them now, soaking through Ryan’s flimsy shirt and soaking his hair. But none of it mattered when he stared up at Luke, who couldn’t seem to maintain eye contact until Ryan spoke again. “Please, tell me you love me.”

“Of course I love you. Everyone knows it.” Except Ryan, who couldn’t stop his emotions from bubbling through his chest. Eyes blinked back tears of disbelief and joy, Ryan sure his sob of happiness seemed painful when Luke’s face crumbled. “Ohm, don’t cry. It’s fine, I’m not asking for shit I know I can’t have-”

“I love you so much.” 

“...What?” 

“I love you, Luke. I love you!” Ryan’s words felt like a dam releasing, laughing despite the tears falling down his face. Unable to resist the temptation he’d fought back for years, Ryan pushed up to his tiptoes, kissing Luke to prove his words weren’t a mirage. It was a slow burn of a connection, mouths quiet yet needy as they pressed closer together. Hands that hadn’t reached for Ryan now clambered to his waist, pulling him hard into the toned body of Luke. His own thumbs smoothed over Cartoonz’s face, as if committing him to memory while drowning in their kiss. They pulled away slowly, though Luke didn’t go far, brushing his nose against Ryan’s gently before pressing their foreheads together.

“Shit, that felt right.” Luke’s words of awe had Ryan giggling, content to relax in the arms that were circling his body and warming him up.

“Worth the drive?” Ryan asked, feeling the grin against his lips when Luke leaned forward to whisper into the new kiss.

“To bring you home to me? Every fucking time.”

Okay so this was a little bit of fluff and angst but TOTALLY still sweet so don’t yell at me! So as always, like, reblog, and let me know what you think <3

[gosecretscribbles]

Diptember 2018 Week 2: Supernatural

“DipperDipperDipper!” Mabel raced up to him, her face shining with excitement, weaving through piles of used clothes and knick knacks.  She'd spotted a yard sale on their way to school and insisted they check it out.  “Look what I found!”

“Is it something that will make us get to school faster?” Dipper asked.

“It's a music box – look!”  She held up her hands.  Resting on her palms was a pale green music box shaped like an egg, with a thin gold line running lengthwise along the seam and several highly stylized flowers carved into the top.  

He squinted at it.  “Those flowers look weirdly familiar...”

“The lady said it never worked, so she gave it to me for free!”  She grinned slyly.  “I'm thinkin' if I made a certain culinary creation, my nerdy twin bro would be able to fix it right up!”

“If you're talking marshmallow grilled cheese then we so have a deal.”

He started on the music box late that night, after they'd finished homework and their parents had turned in.  (They knew Dipper always stayed up late, and they'd long since given up trying to get him to sleep at a timely hour.)  Waddles had stayed up with him for a while, probably because he thought it was an Easter Egg like the ones Mabel had given him to snack on.  But the pig had long since retired to its bed in the corner, leaving Dipper alone to work at it.  And the more he did, the more frustrated he became.

“Dipprrr?” Mabel slurred, waking up after he'd nearly stabbed himself with a screwdriver.  “Wut're you doin'?”

“Are you sure this thing is a music box?” Dipper asked, sitting on his bed and glaring at the thing.  “It has no hinges, no nails, no clasp – and yet there is a tiny gap all the way around the seam except the long part so there really should be hinges and there aren't!”

“Pretty sure.”  Mabel rolled over and rested her chin on the rail of the top bunk.  “I mean, I know the lady said it didn't work, but when I shook it it made this really pretty chiming sound.”

Dipper held it up to his ear and shook it.  “I don't hear anything.”

“Well not like that,” she said with a snort.  She climbed down the ladder and he handed it over.  “Here – you gotta shake it like this!”

And she immediately started shaking it like a maraca.

Dipper huffed.  “Mabel, what are you even –”

“TADA!”

She shoved the box right next to his ear.  He jumped, startled, but then he heard it: a thin, silvery tune, a breeze wafting through slender chimes.  But he'd no sooner heard it than it faded completely.

“It stopped – can you do it again?” Dipper asked.  

Mabel gasped with delight.  “An invitation to dance?!  Why Dipper I'd be delighted!”  She grabbed Dipper's hand, yanked him out of bed and started pulling him around the room, laughing.  Dipper allowed it, half-smiling at his sister's typically crazy antics.  The silvery sound grew in volume. Waddles woke up and snorted curiously.  

Dipper grinned.  “Amazing!  It must be motion-activated.”

“More like fun activated!”

Dipper laughed – until he noticed something else about the music box.

“Mabel, keep dancing, but look!”

She looked.  It was hard to tell because she had to keep shaking it up and down, but the weird flowers on the lid were changing shape.  For a second Dipper thought the flowers might be 'dancing', too, but then the egg started glowing a pale yellow, and the slender lines of the flowers became more and more familiar, until they almost looked like –

“Alien code!” Dipper shouted, just as the egg turned red.  The soft silver chimes abruptly changed to a loud claxon blare, so loud Dipper could feel it in his teeth.   Waddles squealed and tried to burrow under the bunk beds.  

Mabel clapped her hands to her ears, dropping the egg.  “OW!  WHAT IS THAT?!”

“I DON'T KNOW!” Dipper shouted back.  He tried to cover it with a pillow, then two pillows and himself, then just plain smashing it with a hammer.  But he couldn't turn it off or even quiet the sound. Their parents slept like the dead, but the sound was so bad it was bound to wake them up eventually!

“TURN IT OFF!” Mabel shouted.

“I'M TRYING!”  He looked around quickly and grabbed his journal – he'd started one this summer and included a lot of the codes he'd found in Gravity Falls.  He hurried to flip to the page where he'd stuck a photo of himself and the alien text he'd seen at Crash Site Omega. “OKAY!” he shouted.  “I THINK I CAN DECODE THE TEXT!  IT SAYS – uh...”  He double-checked the translation.  “IT SAYS 'REMOTE SHIP ALARM'?”

Suddenly the klaxon shifted to a high-pitch screech, then broke off into someone speaking.  

“– told you we dropped it around here somewhere!” said a voice, which sounded very oddly like a rubber duck.  “If you hadn't forgotten to charge the battery we would've found it ages ago!”

“Oh, don't blame me just because you can't keep track of things,” grumbled a second voice.  “We don't even need it, we always find our ship without it.”

“Don't forget that one horror story about the ship that never returned!  If we didn't find this one I was going to fly us back to Centaur A for a new remote!”

“I'm not going back there, that wefleki kept looking at me funny –”

“Uh, hello?” Dipper said.

There was a brief moment of silence.

“Oh great, someone found it!” the first voice burst out.  “Listen up, whoever you are, drop what you're holding and walk away, or we'll – we'll alien abduct you so hard you'll be seeing lights in the sky for years to come!”

“You mean, like the stars?” Mabel asked.

“Ye – I mean no!”

“And who made a remote control that's dance-activated, because that is awesome engineering!”

“It's not 'dance activated,' the voice said indignantly.  “When else would you flail your arms except in panic because you can't find where you parked in the intergalactic space mall?”

“Wait, are you really aliens?” Dipper said, leaning forward.  “Which star do you come from?  Are you here on vacation?  Do you have a spaceship?  Can I see it?”

“He actually really wants to drive it,” Mabel told the egg.

“And can I drive it just for like two seconds!?”

“Wait,” said the second voice.  “Are you 'Dipper-bottom-line-Pines-bottom-line-Paranormal-bottom-line-Investigator'?”

“Yes! Yes, that's me!”

“I've seen your petition online!”  There was a clear smile in his voice. “I was impressed that you were able to outmaneuver the drone.  That kind of flying definitely comes in handy when you're flying through clouds of carnivorous space comets.”

Dipper leaned forward eagerly.  “And I can totally do that!  I think. D'you want a demonstration?  I can show you how!”  

“Or you could just buy crunchy peanut butter,” Mabel said.  

Dipper elbowed her and made a sh!!! motion.

But the second alien sounded intrigued.  “Peanut butter, you say?”

“Sure! Just throw a scoop at any ol' space rock, and they'll eat it because peanut butter, and then their jaws'll get stuck together and presto!  No more ship-munching!”  She paused.  “Unless they're allergic to peanuts, in which case molasses should do the trick.”

“Fascinating.”

“But,” Dipper cut in, “if you still wanted those extremely high quality aerial lessons as, you know, back-up, I could totally help you out with that!”

The alien hesitated.

“Well I'm doing it,” the first voice said finally.  “The peanut butter plan is sheer brilliance, but I want a back-up plan in case it doesn't work out.”

“As long as it gets me out of visiting Centauri A,” the second one grumbled.  

“Stay where you are,” the first alien told them.  “We'll home in on the remotes signal!”

Dipper's face lit up with excitement.  He looked up, caught Mabel's eye, and the two of them dashed outside.  Waddles was close behind.  

The backyard quiet devoid of life, save for the creepy-looking gnome in the rose bushes.  The twins looked up.  One of the stars in the sky was growing brighter by the second, until a disk-shaped spaceship the size of a city block was descending slowly above their house. Waddles oinked at it.  

“Omigosh, look!” Mabel squealed.  As the UFO put on its brakes, jets of superheated gas hissed out of the vents on the bottom, searing strange designs into the grass.  “It's lawn art, Dipper! Space-shippy lawn art!”

“And it just melted that creepy garden gnome,” Dipper said giddily, still clutching the spaceship's remote.  He stood back a little farther to let the bottom dome of the ship touch down.  His parents would probably think they pulled some crazy prank on the lawn, but who cared?  He was about to drive a spaceship – an actual, real-life, still-functioning space ship, with actual aliens inside of it!  He was about to make First Contact, at least in this dimension!  

He was so thrilled he was practically dancing on the spot, clutching the space egg with excitement.  “Oh man, oh man, this is gonna be so great, I can't wait to tell Great-Uncle Ford, I've gotta take pictures –”

Abruptly the spaceship stopped descending.  The remote glowed.  “Did you say 'Ford'?” the first alien asked.

Dipper blinked.  “Uh – yeah?”

“Ford Pines, the human?”

“Um, yeah!”

“Four limbs, one head, twelve phalanges, also known as Sixer – that Ford?”

Mabel gasped.  “OMG you know him!!  Are you his interdimensional space buddies?!”

“Oh no we're not!” the alien barked, and the whole spaceship turned red.  Metal cylinders jutted from the ship, and before he could blink, a wall of red laser fire light up the grass at his feet.  He and Mabel jumped back with a yell, nearly hitting Waddles.  The pig squealed and pressed into Mabel's leg.  

“HEY! What was that for?!” Dipper demanded.

“We're not letting the family of an interdimensional criminal aboard just so he can steal our ship for spare parts!” the alien shouted.  

“Interdi – but – we're not criminals!”

“Tell that to all the people he stole from to build his so-called quantum death thingie!” the second alien spat.  

“You're not so much as touching our ship!” the first alien growled.  “And forget trying some other alien marks – we'll be making a very strongly worded post on the Space Lizard Forum, warning everyone about exactly what kind of scam you're trying to pull!”

“But – but –”

The spaceship fired, so suddenly that Dipper, Mabel, and Waddles were all thrown tumbling back onto the porch.  Heat seared their faces and light flashed through their closed eyelids.  Waddles squealed.  

When Dipper opened his eyes, the lawn was a charred mess, and it looked like his mom's roses had melted right along with the creepy old gnome.  

He stared at the carnage.  “Tell me that didn't just happen.”

“Well...” Mabel sat up slowly, one arm around Waddles.  “I could, except that I'm trying to wrap my brain around the fact that both of our Grunkles have actual criminal records.  D'you think crime runs in the family?”

“I think the aliens thought it did,” he said numbly.  “He did say Ford, right?  Like actually Ford, not Stan pretending to be Ford?  I didn't even know Ford had a criminal record!

“Well if crime is inherited then I wanna be an art thief, or – oh!  Maybe a masked vigilante!  With rainbow powers!!  Rainbow powers of JUSTICE!”

He groaned.  “I was this close to being in an alien spaceship...”

“Hey, Dipper, look!”  She pointed.  The space remote was still sitting on the burnt lawn, untouched and shiny as ever.  “They left their thingie behind!  We could call them and try to get them to change their minds!”

He reached for it, but before he could touch it the remote made a dull thump noise and black smoke poured out of its seam.  It had self-destructed.

“Ah,” Mabel said.  “Well...maybe they won't post on all the Space Lizard Forums?”

“Aaaauuuuggghh!!!”

AN: Thus ended Dipper's dream of driving an alien space ship.

[kyulkyungs]

soulmate!jeno

Request: can i request a lil soulmate!au in a non-idolverse for jeno, please? i've been feeling super soft for him lately hehe ☺️💐💝💝(Hihihihihi!!! I can rlly feel u, partner, so this is a definite yes!!)

others: jaemin | haechan | jisung

you’ve met him in your dreams

you know that he’s there and he talks with you sometimes

but his face is always kind of blurry and you can’t remember much of it when you wake up

one thing for sure is that you know he’s a really handsome boy and your heart thumps just thinking about him even if you forget his face

you can remember meeting him way back when you were kids

and he was such a sweet puff all the way back then to you too

even now he’s so amazingly sweet and soft and kind of shy to you now that you’re older and the chances of you actually meeting in person has skyrocketed

you’re not really sure where your dreams take place most of the time

more often than not they’re in a place you or he recognizes

you used to play tag when running around your house or he’d show you all the neat stuff in his room and tell you a different story about every single thing each time

even once the two of you got older that small childish love and innocence never went away once the teenage awkwardness was supposed to set in

the both of you just refused to become that way and instead stay loving and supportive of each other 

even if you could never remember each other’s faces or each other’s names and it was just a fuzzy picture of each other when trying to remember

even his voice which you loved since he liked to talk to you softly as opposed to how loud he would screech when running away from you on this hill in a certain dream

both of you actually weren’t sure where it was because it wasn’t like a park or a place nearby your houses or schools

and the two of you were constantly on the lookout for it and it kind of felt like a childish adventure sometimes and was really fun but he always complained it’d be better to do it with you

as you got older the adventures to seek out the mysterious fun hill stopped and instead you both went on with other things

especially since you moved to a different neighborhood with your family and had to get settled there

you remember being in the dreamscape first because you were so tired, when normally it was your soulmate who was there first

you usually greeted him with a surprise hug and jumping onto his back or grabbing his hand and feeling his warmness or even just tapping his shoulder and getting picked up and spun around because he was so happy to see you

this time you were the one greeted when you felt two arms wrap around you and start swaying you back and forth with the person holding you

honestly the moment was so soft that there were no words needed to be spoken because you knew who this was obviously and you found his embrace so comforting

“it’s early, you usually don’t go to bed this early... good thing i took a nap, huh?” and his voice was still that soft soothing sound to your ears

and you can smell something faint that smells like something sweet and you ask him if he ate some sweets and then went into a food coma

and he just laughs and hugs you tighter saying ‘no, i just wanted to see you that badly’

it’s times like these where you really wish that you could find your soulmate in the real world instead of when you’re far apart and the universe makes it harder to know anything farther than their personalities

you can tell that he feels somewhat the same because he just rests his head on your shoulder and sighs

‘oh did you wash your sheets? they smell really good’ 

and you laugh when he breathes in again but in a dorkier and funnier way to make you laugh and plus his nose tickles !

but you nod anyways while he’s tickling you with his nose ‘yeah, we just moved so everything is fresh right now’

and he hums and is about to ask you where but then he pauses because he knows that he’ll either wake up or it’ll come out like a blurbled mess anyways

and you know he’s kind of sad so you’ve turned around in his hug and are now hugging him tightly while he enjoys your embrace

he loves being able to hug you, this is a fact and you know it and so does the universe

‘i hope you get settled and enjoy your new home’ this is the perfect opportunity for a cheesy line so you use it

‘i already am, because you’re my home’

and he just laughs and buries his head back into your shoulder and you can barely hear it

but he softly says that he really loves you

and it warms up your heart so much

eventually the two of you continue talking and just spending time with each other

and you’re both on the hill again and it brings you back to adventures around your neighborhood as a kid and being determined to find this boy who you wanted to play with all the time

and the sneaking out as a teenager sometimes to scout out a new area and explore further

usually it was these times where your soulmate worried the most about you because you would come in really late in the dreams and he was scared you’d never show up

he would always rush over whenever you appeared and check you for any marks to see if anything happened even if it was kind of blurry

he just wanted to make sure you were okay :( this poor baby

eventually you stopped sneaking out and just hanging out with him in your dreams because yeah it’s not worth it if you did get hurt trying to find this mystery hill and get him a heart attack

little did you know that two or three times he skipped school to look for the hill too and pretended he was sick and everyone had to cover for him and nobody could get the story straight

eventually you got more comfortable and used to your home and your neighbors

one of your neighbors was a nice old lady who had like four little dogs and they were all very good dogs

sometimes they’d somehow get out of the house and over to yours and you’re not even sure how they get in but sometimes they do but it’s okay they’re really cute

one day, however, you find one of the dogs running around in the front yard

you went outside to go catch it and return it to the lady next door but when it saw you it started dashing off in a completely opposite direction

and you panicked because uH?? NO? home that way!!!!

so you had to chase the doggo and it just keeps going like wow it’s a small dog but woosh what is she feeding these dogs if they’re like little ninjas y’know

you expect this dog to turn around and start wagging it’s tail because it knows you’re running after it and it thinks you’re playing with it

but it’s not..... doing that?

it’s just running and running without looking back at you

somehow you make it to a busier street area and that’s when you get more nervous because there’s more people to block you and cars and you really want to save this dog now

but miraculously all the people see you in time and move to the side or the dog runs across crosswalks a couple seconds after the light turns red and someone had hit the button to cross

it’s all sunshine and flowers now but this dog ain’t stopping to appreciate them

as you keep running, you lose more and more energy but you don’t want to lose this dog but wow the distance gap is getting bigger and bigger

it’s not too concerning until you see that the dog is headed for a crosswalk and the sign just turned red and you’re not supposed to cross

but it just keeps going

so you’re shouting at it to stop and for it to wait and it gets closer to the edge and the cars look like they’re about to start moving and don’t see the dog

you’re so frightened that the dog will really run across when you see a pair of legs run in front of the dog’s path and it skids to a stop

when you look up you see a boy and you’re like.............. omg............ that’s my boy

and he picks up the rascal dog and starts walking towards you and as he comes closer and closer he realizes that..........

you look like a mess

but also that.............. wow................ you’re............... you’re his soulmate

you’re still catching your breath and holding your side because it’s so cramped but when he gets closer you just reach your arms out

and he thinks you’re going for a hug so he walks even closer but you just scoop the dog out of his arms and are like

‘thank......... you........... this dog........ idek’

and he just looks at you and just starts smiling because wow it’s really you and he doesn’t care if this is the first time seeing you in person and you’re not showing that much excitement at least he’s getting to see you

eventually you catch your breath and there’s a silence between you and your soulmate is still watching you, arms ready to case you fall over and you just might because your legs are so tired

‘we can go inside here,’ he says and points to this building

and it’s actually a cafe of some sort and you could really use a drink rn and a place to sit down

so you just nod because the reality of meeting your soulmate just hit you and gAH IT’S REALLY HIM!!!!!

when you step inside the ac is on and the people greet you and you just go take a random booth with him

after sitting for a minute or so the both of you make eye contact and that’s really it right there

where everything fits into place and it all seems super right

all of a sudden you’re laughing really hard because it doesn’t seem that real right now

first you were calm in your own home and thinking you’d return the neighbor’s dog like normal

next you were running for your life and also for a dog’s and it was a full blown panic and you probably ran a long distance while sprinting

and now....... now you’ve just met the literal man of your dreams

and he doesn’t even seem fazed by your lack of reaction to meeting him, he just looks like he’s having the time of his life

and that’s when he finally understands

he makes an ‘ahh’ sound and you’re confused and he just smiles at you and points behind you

and painted along the wall of the cafe is a mural of a hill........ your hill

there’s a little phrase that says ‘where dreams come true’ and it’s so cheesy and funny and you’re like...... so that’s what it meant

eventually you turn back around and find that he’s looking at you, just watching you and taking in all your features

you don’t shy away from his gaze at all and instead welcome it because it’s so endearing, so loving, so fond

at the same time you’re mapping out his own features and realizing that he truly is really handsome it’s no joke

he moves his hand across the table and opens it palm up so that he can hold yours for the first time in real life

you’re shuffling the dog so that you can properly hold it and slowly glide your fingertips across his palm before moving your hand to fit into his

and it’s like two puzzle pieces, the rights ones...

a perfect fit

‘jeno,’ he says and you’re testing his name out on your tongue and the whole time he’s just smiling and then he tests your name out on his and it’s so smooth coming out of his mouth

this is the guy you’ve been seeing in your dreams

this is the guy you dreamt of seeing in real life

this is your soulmate........ jeno

never before have you seen a small dog look so smug

[scattered0mind]

Missing Notes (Bucky Barnes x Reader one shot) [request]

A/N: Hello again! OMG THANK YOU ALL FOR THE WONDERFUL NOTES ON MY FIRST ONE SHOT I WAS JUST BLOWN AWAY. IT WAS BEAUTIFUL AND CRAZY AND THANK YOU. But this is my first request! I’m hoping I’m doing this right. Please give me feedback and send me request! I’m currently working on one or two one shots on my own but I love to hear from you guys. This is really fun! Thanks again! This is really long whoa.

warnings: fluff, mention of depression and anxiety, disability (dyspraxia)

disclaimer: I do not have this disability and I tried to write it to the best of my ability. I hope you all enjoy it. I also proofed read this like once so I’m sorry for like all my mistakes >.<

prompt: my request for an imagine is that I am really insecure about my dyspraxia and how I can't really do normal tasks like everyone else can, My hands tremor, and my muscles get tired very easy. (Irl I have such a hard time opening bottles and jars, (that's how weak my muscles are, but I work out) I don't want to talk to anyone and I stay in my room but Bucky manages to get me to talk to him about it and does something to show me that he loves me for who I am along with Steve Natasha and the rest of the gang.

BAM!

You don’t think you’ve ever jumped so high before. You turned away from the piano keys to look behind you. It was Sam, he was testing out his new drone and it happened to fly directly into a wall at full speed. He cursed as he ran across the room to get it, picking it up in pieces. You rolled your eyes and tried to get back to playing.

You didn’t understand why he was testing out his new drone in the middle of the common area of the base, you knew it was raining outside but there was also the training room that had higher ceilings. You knew Sam liked to pick on you even though sometimes you wished he wouldn’t. You knew he thought of you as a little sister and you have heard him tease his own sibling the same ways over the phone but sometimes you took what he said to heart. Like when you couldn’t pass the physical field test on the first try….or the second try…or the third. He teased you endlessly about it, probably thinking it would give you motivation but all it did was discourage you even more. You even asked Fury to be taking out field work and put behind a desk.

It wasn’t just because of Sam’s teasing. You had dyspraxia, a condition that prevented you from doing normal tasks sometimes and made you weak and tired. No one knew in the base but Fury and Hill. They needed an absolute reason why they couldn’t have in the field so you were forced to tell them. You were embarrassed by the condition. Who wouldn’t be when you’re surrounded by superheroes and enhanced beings constantly. But they were your family or at least the closest thing you had to it. So in order to stick around you settled for reviewing mission files and presenting research.

You looked down at the piano keys, spreading your fingers to hit the right notes. You played a few before you felt the tremor of your hand and the piano let out an awful note. You flexed your hand, hoping it would pass quickly but as you relaxed it gave a tremor again and you sighed, closing the piano.

“Something wrong?” Sam asked somewhere behind you. You looked over your shoulder and saw him trying to fix the drone before Tony found out from FRIDAY what he did to it.

“No, just got tired all of sudden. I think I might go to lay down.” You said. Sam nodded, watching you as you left the piano and walked into the hallway connected to the common area. You were upset and tired at yourself and just wanted to lock yourself away. What good was knowing how to play music if your own body didn’t allow you too.

Music was a huge escape for you. When you were feeling depressed or anxious it was a great reliever, something you had all to yourself. You felt yourself get more upset at the thought of it. You shook your head as you continued down the hallway to your bedroom. You were the last door on the left. Most of the Avengers lived on this floor with you, Wanda and Vision just started a room, letting Sam move into Visions old room, Steve and Natasha were across the hall from the each other and Bucky stayed across from your room.

You reach your door as Bucky comes out of his room. He smiled a little seeing you. He looked good as always. His long sleeve red henny shirt to cover most of the metal on his arm and dark jeans. His long hair was tucked behind his ears and away from his face.

“Hey Y/N.” He said lowly. You smiled slightly, brushing a loose hair away from your face, you felt it tremor again and clenched your hand, quickly tucking it into the pocket of your sweatshirt. Bucky eyes followed you as you did and you prayed he didn’t notice anything.

“Hey Buck.” You replied, dropping your eyes to the floor. You had a tiny crush on Bucky ever since he showed up on the base. He didn’t talk a lot and when he did it was always quietly. You often found him loitering around the tiny office you work in, reading whatever book Wanda picked out for him to read. You wish you had the nerve to ask him why he was always around the office when Steve and Nat were training or everyone was watching a movie in their down time before a mission. Sometimes you liked to think he was there because he wanted to spend time with you but you guys barely talked when he was there and it was mostly him asking some questions about a pop culture reference or your music (which gave you butterflies).

“You ok?” He asked. You nodded, shifting your eyes quickly to look up at him.

“Yeah, just tired might lay down for a little.” You said, gesturing to your door with your body. He looked at you, his blue eyes confused.

“It’s only 9 in the morning.” He said. “You feel ok?”

“Yeah I’m fine, just woke up too early.” You were lying through your teeth but how could you tell him about everything? It wasn’t like you thought he’d shun you or anyone else would do that but it was embarrassing and you didn’t want the pitiful stares or to be a hindrance on anyone.

Though sometimes you did need help.

And your crush on him would hurt even more if he knew. You already knew Bucky wouldn’t love you like you loved him but you couldn’t even daydream about it if he knew anymore. How could someone so perfect want someone who sometimes couldn’t even open a jar by themselves.

“See you later Bucky.” You said softly, opening your door and swiftly closing yourself inside, leaving a confused and worried Bucky staring at your door.

A couple of days later you were feeling better and your hand wasn’t giving tremors anymore. Though you haven’t really played the piano or any other instrument since then just in case. Though not playing was making you more depressed and Hill decided to unload a mass amount of mission files onto your desk. You could already feel the stress ulcer forming just by thinking of all of them. Other than that things were kind of normal, Bucky still hung around your office, though a lot more as of late, and you try not to blush too much now that he’s taken it upon himself to lean  over your shoulder to check on whenever you sighed.

You were typing up a report, when you felt your hand tremor again. You quickly tucked in against your person, flexing it a bit. You glanced at Bucky at the couch against wall, he was sitting hunched over, today he bought in a notebook and his tablet. Lucky he was writing something into the notebook occasionally looking at the tablet and tapping his pen against his knee. You went back to work, or at least attempted to. Every few words your hand would shake, and your eyes already felt like a desert just by staring at the screen for the past 3 hours. You sighed, scooting away from your desk and standing up. Bucky looked up finally after hearing you move. His blue eyes gazing over at you as he closed his notebook and darkened his tablet. Moving them to the side so he could rest his elbows on top of his knees.

“You alright? You look exhausted.” He said. You shrugged.

“Yeah I’m fine, though I might already consider middle age retirement by the time I finish this stack of files Hill gave me.” You complained, pulling your hair into a low bun, halfway through you felt you hand spasm. You winced, pausing but finishing putting your hair in the bun. Bucky was still staring at you and watched you with a raised eyebrow.

“I know it’s none of my business,” He started, looking down at his palms, the pen still in one as he hit it against his metal palm. You shifted uncomfortable not exactly liking where this conversation was going. You knew Bucky was observational and you couldn’t help but notice he was watching you more often these past few days since your guys encounter in the hallway.

“But are you okay? I know I’ve been saying that a lot but you just seem…not yourself.” He said softly, standing up and walking towards you. You crossed your arms over you chest, looking away from him and his all knowing blue eyes. “And I haven’t heard you play music lately.”

Again. You shrugged. You knew you were being closed off and distant. But you could feel the swell of panic in your chest. How could he possible understand what it’s like to be weak while your surround around all these amazing people. You’d rather just deal with everything on your own then admit it to them. You didn’t want to bother anyone, and you didn’t want anyone to feel obligated to help you. Especially if it came to Bucky.

“It’s fine, I just have a lot of work to do. And you’re distracting me.” You said harshly, looking him in the eyes. You immediately felt bad watching his face drop. He clicked his jaw, sighing while bringing his hands to cup your face. Your breath hitched.

“Listen, I don’t know what your thinking or feeling but I am here for you.” He said softly to you. His blue eyes sad with something else lurking behind them though you couldn’t place your finger on what. You nodded, looking away from him. In your experience, you knew everyone always said they were there. But when you finally took down a wall or two for them, they quickly distanced themselves from you. You didn’t want that to happen with Bucky.

“Thanks, I appreciate that but I’m fine.” You stepped back away from Bucky, grateful for the extra space now. He was so intoxicating. You wanted to lean further into and have him wrap his arms around and just spill everything little thing thats been eating away at you. But you couldn’t. “I just have to head downstairs to the basement, I need an old mission report to wrap up this one and Hill didn’t put it in the pile.”

You rushed out of your tiny office as Bucky opened his mouth probably offering to get it for you or at least come with you. Grabbing a sheet of paper with the report number on it before you left. You took took the elevator down to the last floor it went too and you knew you had to take the stairs to go all the way into the basement. After the destruction of SHIELD, most of the old files were of little use, especially when half of them was out on the Internet. Still Fury decided to leave the ones they did have on hand in what basically was a storage space under the training room.

The only problem was the stairs. You stared down the darken steps, biting your lip. It wasn’t the dark that scared you but you knew how physically demanding these stairs will probably be. You could already feel the exhaustion. You sighed, and started down them trying to breath easily and not freak out. You kept the entrance opening hoping the lights from the training room will lit the way for you because the last thing you need to do is fall down almost three flights of steps Finally getting to the bottom, your legs were shaking and your lungs were burning. You didn’t even want to look for the mission report, nor could you think properly about it. You sat yourself on the bottom stair and just existed in the dark and the dust. That nagging voice in your head repeating that this is where you belong in a superhero base. Forgotten about and useless. You tried focusing on playing a melody in your head, humming out the tune but your throat felt tight and your eyes burned with tears.

“Hello?” A voice said from the top of the stairs. You yelped, jumping up as fast as you could while wiping away the tears. “Anyone down here?”

“Yeah.” You replied meekly. It was Steve and you could hear him already making his way down before you answered him. You started looking for the mission report, hoping it looks like you were working instead of actually feeling sorry for yourself.

“Y/N? What are you doing down here?” Steve asked reaching the bottom of the steps. You were leaving through a box of reports, you shrugged in response.

“Working.” You said, keeping your eyes on the box.

“Uh huh.” Steve replied unconvinced. You heard him walk to the table you were at, picking up the paper with the number of the report you needed. “I can find this for you if you want.”

You started to object, but two seconds later he pulled out an old box on one of the higher shelves surrounding you two. He pulled out the report you need quickly, smiling as he handed it to you.

“I come down here sometimes, you know. I like to read Peggy’s old missions.” He admitted sheepishly. You couldn’t help but smile softly at that. You thought it was both wonderful and tragic that Steve still loved Peggy after all this time. They might not have been together for very long but love seemed to last through lifetimes…..and freezing cold water.

“Thanks Steve, but just so you know I could have done it myself.” You reiterated. Steve rolled his eyes.

“You sound like me before I turned into Captain America.” He said, crossing his arms and leaning against the shelves behind him. You rolled your eyes at him, opening the report to look over it.

“You were always Captain America.” You quipped.

“Not always, I was just a kid from Brooklyn too dumb to run away from a fight.” He said grinning, like he was remembering a time before all this super hero craziness. You stared at him for a second, blinking slowly. You turned back to the report, biting your lip as you hands shook a little.

“How did you do it?” You asked quietly. “Back then it must have been worse with everything.”

“I don’t know. I didn’t have much. I just had Bucky.” Steve took a step towards you, his blue eyes drilling holes into you. Seeing through you. You swallowed thickly. Then he said completely serious.

“He was with me until the end of the line.”

That night you sat in your room, thinking about Bucky and what Steve had said. Bucky had stuck with Steve in the 40’s. He looked after Steve, cared for him and never once complained. If anything Bucky complains about Captain America. But not Steve. Not the kid from Brooklyn. When you got back to your office Bucky wasn’t in there any longer. You finished up the some of the reports you had started before heading to bed, tired and feeling down you skipped dinner.

Getting back to your room, you didn’t attempt to play. You just laid face first in your pillow, face burning while remember how Bucky’s hands felt on it. His metal one was cool and smooth against your cheek and you could feel the roughness and callous on his flesh one. He looked good today too, wearing that a black t-shirt that was too tight for it to be appropriate and his hair pulled back into a low bun. You also thought about how open and honest he sounded today while trying to get you in return to be open and honest. It scared you obviously.

But you couldn’t help but feel the weight of everything ease when you even considered telling Bucky.

That was it. Bucky wasn’t going to judge you. He wasn’t going to feel obligated to help you or feel pity towards you. He didn’t with Steve and he wouldn’t with you. He already tried helping you, he would bring you lunch or reach the mug you wanted on the highest shelf. You caught him more than once telling off Sam for teasing you a little too hard.

You liked Bucky. And if you even wanted the chance for him to like you back you had to tell him. It was going to be the hardest thing, but it was the best thing. Getting off of your bed, you pulled on a oversized hoodie and went across the hall to knock on his door. You paused briefly with your fist raised to knock. You could hear the sound of a guitar on the other side of it. It was rough and the song kept missing notes but you liked it anyway. He was probably just listening to music, you thought knocking on his door.

You heard the guitar stop and him shuffle around in his room before he opened the door. You took a step back as it opened, not expecting him to look so…comfy. He was wearing a white tank top, showing off his metal arm and flannel pajama bottoms, his hair still wet from the a shower he took.

“Y/N! Hi!” His voice was high as he greeted you. You shoot him an odd look and he cleared his throat.

“Hi Buck, can I come in?” You asked. He nodded opening the door a little to let you in. Walking by him was torture, whatever soap he used smelled like heaven. When you were actually in his room, you noticed how bare it was and how everything was very mute colors. Looking around at the stack of books by his bed and the desk with a lone picture of him and Steve from a time you couldn’t ever know and an open notebook.

“I just wanted-” You started, turning around as he closed the door. You notice something against the wall. It was an old acoustic guitar. Bucky followed your eyes to it and rubbed the back of his neck nervously. You looked at him and grinned.

“So you were playing music in here. Actually playing it!” You exclaimed. You couldn’t help but be excited. You could talk about music for hours and to be able to talk to Bucky about it was just icing on the cake.

“Yeah I was….” He trailed off, keeping his eyes on the guitar.

“May I?” You asked, walking towards it before he could answer.

“Uh yeah, no yeah sure go ahead. I’d be honored.” You shot him a confused look as he rambled a little. You didn’t see the light blush adorning his cheeks as he watched you take it over to his bed. You sat down on the edge of it and strummed lightly against the strings. You couldn’t help but smile. Bucky took a seat right next to you. You played a little, both of you enjoying the comfortable silence excluding the sound of the guitar. You didn’t have to talk to Bucky all the time and you really enjoyed that. It was like the two of you just knew that this was enough.

And then you felt your hand tremor and the guitar let out an awful not. You stopped playing immediately, practically shoving the instrument into Bucky’s arms as he watched you concerned. Your face felt hot and the familiar sting of tears were in your eyes. You flexed your hand obsessively in front of you, keeping your face turned away from Bucky.

“Are you okay? What happened? What can I do?” Bucky asked, setting the guitar to the side and sliding close to you, taking your hand into his. You closed your eyes at the touch of smooth cool metal and rough hard working flesh. You felt the tears fall down your face as you finally turned to look at him, taken back about the deep blue his eyes were. The way he was looking at you made your heart beat hard in your chest.

“I-I have a condition.” You confessed quietly. “It’s called dyspraxia. It causes me to be very weak after the easiest things. I can’t even a jar by myself sometimes. It also causes my hand to tremor and-”

“Stops you from playing.” Bucky finished for you. You nodded, crying quietly. Bucky shifted himself bringing you so close that you were sitting on his lap. You head resting against his shoulder and he cradled you, rocking the two of you softly back and forth. He shushed you softly while you cried into his arms. You couldn’t stop to tell it was because you felt so relieved to have told him. That the familiar burn of embarrassment wasn’t there. You knew this was the right thing to do.

“You know-” He cleared his throat and you could have sworn you felt his heart beat a little quicker. “You know I actually noticed you not playing. I use to listen to you play the piano or your guitar all the time. Sometimes I could hear you sing from my room. And when you stopped, I uh, I missed it.” You stayed still against him, listening to him talking.

“And I knew something was going on and I also knew you loved music. So I thought that if you didn’t play I would. So I was learned guitar or tried to I’m not very good at it really. I even tried writing a song. Sam said it was dumb but Steve-” You lifted your head before throwing your arms around his neck. You hugged him so tight and you felt him chuckle as he wrapped his arms around your torso.

“Thank you Bucky. I just- I knew I had to tell you.” You whispered.

“Well, I’m glad it was me.” He replied, kissing the side of your head as you two stayed there locked in an embrace neither of you wanted to get out of.

“Actually, I’ve been meaning to ask you-” Bucky said, pulling the two of you apart so he could lean back and look at you. You smiled at him softly and he smiled back letting out a breath.

“Steve is having an art show soon. And- And I wanted to ask you” He explained shyly. “Would you want to go?”

You laughed and nodded, “I’d be honor to be your date.” You said, smirking a little. Bucky rolled his eyes, a blush blooming on his face.

“I actually like that sound of that.”

[littlebtswriter]

jungkook / sleepover

Hello! Can I request where you're best friends (but you've had a crush on them for a long time) with (either jungkook or yoongi, whoever you think the situation fits the best) and you have a sleepover with them, but you get a really bad nightmare while sleeping on the couch in their room. You end up crying and they pick you up and bring you to your bed and cuddle with you and they end up kissing you. (Sorry this is so long omg)

a/n: I’m so sorry it took me a while to post this! I’ve been having some writer’s block. I’m not entirely happy with how it turned out. But, I still think it’s pretty cute. I changed a few details, I hope that’s okay. Enjoy! ^^

“Hyung? Can you come look at my room for me?” Jin looked up from his computer and looked up to find Jungkook behind his chair, rubbing his shoulders.

“Why? What’s wrong?” He asked, pausing his game and turning his chair to face him. “Nothing. I just cleaned it and I wanted you to tell me if it looked okay.” He was looking down at his feet, his hands clasped behind his back.

“I guess so. Why would you want me to check though? Are you having someone over?” Jin asked with a confused frown. Jungkook looked up suddenly, his cheeks flushed. “Yes! I thought I told you. My-my friend is spending the night. We’re going to play overwatch together.”

“Oh, well that’s fine. I don’t know why you’re shy about it, or want to clean your room for him. He probably won’t care.” Jin said, shrugging his shoulders.

Jungkook sucked in a breath. “No, no, it’s not a guy. She’s one of my friends back from high school, remember? She comes over a lot to play video games.”

Jin remembered you know. You were the sweet girl that loved Overwatch and eating all their snacks from the pantry. But, you were spending the night? Jin didn’t think Jungkook was that kind of guy.

“That’s fine, kookie.” Jin started slowly, unsure how to word what he wanted to say. “Um, just … be careful. Make sure you use protection. And definitely ask for consent for everything you do, because you know how messy it-”

“Oh my god, hyung. No, it’s not like that! She’s just a friend.” Jungkook stuttered, his eyes round and his mouth open in shock. Jin’s eyebrows shot upward as he realized what Jungkook he had meant. “Oh, so she just wants to spend the night?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, okay then. That’s fine.”

Jin followed an embarrassed Jungkook to his bedroom and helped him straighten it a bit. He also went into the kitchen and put together some snacks for you both, setting them up on trays and pulling out some cokes from the fridge.

While Jungkook got the game setup, Jin made some little cupcakes with pink frosting because you were a girl, and girls liked pink last he checked. For the finishing touches, he added toothpicks with little cutouts of his face. If Jungkook was having a girl over for a sleepover, Jin was going to make it as fun and memorable as possible.

Yoongi came in the kitchen just as Jin was placing the last toothpick in the cupcake. “What the hell are those?” He asked, unable to hide a gummy smile as he peered down at the little pink cupcakes with Jin’s face on them.

“Jungkook’s having someone over so I thought I’d make them special treats.”

“You’re just going to embarrass the poor boy.”

“Wha! You think having your hyung who makes you fun snacks with his face on them is embarrassing! No, it’s caring and what I should do anyway.” Yoongi just shrugged and walked off after grabbing a bottle of water.

You came about two hours later, you arrived at their large household. It was always a bit intimidating when you first got there, with the security and how expensive everything looked. But, the boys always made you feel comfortable and at home.

“Hey! How have you been?” Jungkook grinned, welcoming you in with a wave. He was wearing his typical uniform of a white shirt, jeans, and timberlands, but still managed to look absolutely adorable in them.

You blinked fast, you had to get your head out of the clouds. “Pretty good, college isn’t what I’d thought it’d be. But, I’m fine.” You decided as he led you into the kitchen. It smelled amazing, like sausages and melting cheese.

“Is hyung Jin cooking?” You asked, peering at the trays of little snacks. “Yeah, he wanted to make snacks, I guess.” Jungkook said, grabbing one of the mini sausages and popping it in his mouth.

“Let’s go to my room, I have the game all set up.”

You hadn’t played Overwatch in a while. If you were being completely honest with yourself, video games weren’t really your thing. The ability to play them decently ame naturally to you though, so it was easy for you to hide why you really wanted to come over and play them.

Doing anything with Jungkook was fun. He was so weird and extra, just like you. When you’d come overseas as a foreign exchange student to his school, you both became fast friends pretty quickly. He wasn’t the best at talking to girls, but since you weren’t the girliest person, he seemed to often forget you were even a girl.

A part of you wanted him to see how much you’d grown since the last time he’d seen you. But, the other wanted things to stay as they always did, best friends doing dumb things together.

“Kookie, you’re not as good as you were the last time we played.” You remarked, as yet again Jungkook got hit by a stray bullet.

“I haven’t been able to play much because of the comeback soon.” He replied, his eyes glued to the screen. He got hit again and his screen went black. Groaning, he flopped back on the bed, covering his eyes.

“Wanna watch a movie instead? I’m just not feeling it today.” Jungkook sighed, rubbing his eyes. You shrugged, setting the controller down and pulling out your phone. You couldn’t help put peer at him every few seconds. He looked exhausted, but still wanting for you to be there with him.

“Do you want to watch horror? We can make your bed first and get some blankets from hyung Jin’s room.” He said, bouncing up.

You both liked the idea, and set about getting the room ready with blankets, snacks, and dimming the lights. Jungkook picked the movie. He enjoyed horror movies while you found them to be alright. You didn’t usually watch them since sometimes you ended up with night terrors. But, you weren’t going to tell Jungkook that and ruin the night over.

You both snuggled under the blankets, snacks in hand, and settled in to watch the movie. It was already pretty late at night since you didn’t decide to watch the movie until after playing the video games for a few hours. Yoongi came in at one point with messy hair and half open eyes to ask you both in a deep, sleepy voice to turn down the volume because he was trying to sleep.

You hadn’t expected the movie to be that gory and disturbing. You were clutching the blanket the entire time while Jungkook nearly fell asleep. By the end, you were completely on edge and your stomach was in horrible cramps.

It was after one in the morning when Jungkook turned off the tv with a yawn. “It was okay.” He murmured, stretching his arms.

“Yeah,” you mumbled, moving your aching legs from the bed. “I’m going to send some memes to our group chat, it needs some spicing up.” Jungkook called out as you stepped into the bathroom to brush your teeth.

He was a mess, but you still smiled.

Once you both were in the beds, side by side, you began texting each other memes and giggling like school kids. “We better be quiet before one of the hyungs comes in her.” Jungkook said through a laugh, burying himself in his blankets. You heard him let out a huge yawn in the darkness, before shuffling under the covers and going silent.

Was he already asleep? You turned over to look at him in the darkness, making out his shoulders rising and falling slowly. You sank back in your pillows, looking up at the ceiling. A sudden weight was in your chest and you found yourself looking around every few seconds.

Without anyone to talk to to fill up the silence, everything felt eerie and strange. You squeezed your eyes shut, longing for sleep to take you away from your irrational fears.

Why was your heart beating so fast? Swallowing, you look over at Jungkook again, who had rolled over on his back. His lips were parted, and his skin glowed in the dim light from the bathroom night light.

It was alright, Jungkook was here. It was just a movie. Nothing was coming for you. With those thoughts, you slowly drifted into an uncomfortable sleep.

Strange dreams kept drifting through your mind as you tossed and turned. The demon from the movie would appear, blood trailing down his chin and a grin forming on his thin face.

“You should honestly die.”

“How is this girl friends with Jungkook? She looks dumb.”

“I bet she just moved to Korea to go to his school and stalk him.”

The demon spoke, spittle flying from his mouth and landing on your cheek. You shuddered. He was quoting the messages you’d been getting on your social medias about Jungkook. Shaking, you screamed, trying to dream a different scene so the demon would go away. You felt as if he was strangling you. Arms closed around you at every side, twisting your body, breaking your bones.

You screamed, trying to pull away, trying to open your eyes.

“Hey! Wake up! It’s a nightmare.” Your eyes burst open and you gasp, leaping from the bed. Jungkook has his hands on your arms, holding you down.

“Are you alright?” He whispered, leaning on the bed. You shook your head, tears streaming down your face. You let out a sob. It was dark, your heart was pounding, you were drenched in sweat, and you just wanted to go home.

You tried to form words through your sobs, feeling humiliated that you were being so vulnerable to your best friend.

“I’m sorry.” You sob through hiccups, covering your face with your hands. Why was your heart beating so fast? Please don’t be a panic attack, you thought, not now.

“I-I want to go h-home.” You cry. You felt ridiculous. Had you, a college student, really just said that? But, it was true. You felt so uncomfortable being here in a strange bed with strange shadows on the wall.

Jungkook’s arms folded around you as he climbed onto the bed. If he was grossed or by the sweat coating your body, he didn’t say anything. He pushed your head into his chest, rubbing your back gently. You could feel his chest rise and fall against you, his steady heartbeat thumping against your ear.

He entwined his fingers with yours, rubbing your knuckles with his thumb. You felt so dizzy as your breath quickened and your thoughts raced. “It’s okay,” He whispered, leaning his head atop yours.

“Hey, did I ever tell you about the time I set off the alarm in Ikea? Probably the scariest thing that ever happened. Worse is that is was captured on camera for everyone to see. My expression was hilarious. What is it the fans say? Jungshook. Yeah, I was jungshook.” He laughed quietly, staring at his hand entwined in yours.

You took a deep, shaking breath. His voice calming and sweet. Slowly, slowly you got your breath back and the world was no longer spinning.

“Do you want some water? Um, I can get you one of my shirts too since you’re sweaty.” He said, pulling away from you and looking you in the eyes. You nodded slowly, wiping your nose and eyes on your sleeve.

He gave you a pair of his boxers and one of his shirts and you walked with shaking legs into the bathroom to change. When you can back out, Jungkook was looking at your bottle of anxiety medication you’d accidentally left in your open bag.

“Is this for anxiety?”

“Yeah,” you said in a rasping voice, still feeling faint. “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

Jungkook set it down on the dresser slowly, handing you a glass of water. “I didn’t know you had anxiety.” He said slowly.

“Well, I don’t really tell anyone. It’s not something I’m proud of.” You replied, taking small sips of the water and nearly collapsing on the bed.

“Hey, I don’t care.” Jungkook said. “It only helps me understand you better and why you had nightmares s it’s fine. We all have struggles. I’m here to help you. Don’t hide stuff anymore. It hurts me when you do.”

You nodded, feeling more tears coming again. How did you ever get a friend like this? You both were silent for a little bit, sitting there in the darkness. Biting your lip, you look down at your bed and the dreams you had flashback, a noise from somewhere causes you to jump.

“J-Jungkook. Can I stay in your bed? I’m sorry.” You stammer, biting back tears. Jungkook nodded and waved your over with his hand. You gladly came to him, climbing in his bed.

He let you snuggle up to him, putting an arm around you. You laid your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, breathing in his soapy, warm smell. He rubbed your shoulder with his thumb, closing his eyes.

“Thank you,” You murmur, drifting off to sleep. He didn’t reply, only smiled slightly before falling asleep with your body close to his.

When you woke the next morning, both your bodies were facing each other. His arm around your waist and leg flung over your hip. You watched him sleep, feeling warm and soft inside.

His lips were parted, his dark lashes curved up, and his skin dewy and flushed.

You touched his cheek gently, and whispered, “I love you, Jeon Jungkook. I have for a long time. I hope someday you feel the same way.”

masterlist

[minnieyoonie]

Today, We Fight| 11

Characters: Yoongi x Jimin (Yoonmin) / feat. BTS

Ratings: Mature

Words count: 2K

Warnings: Character’s Death, Blood, Gore, Violence, Explicit language ,smut, light fluff, heavy angst.

Summary: One peaceful night, Yoongi receives a strange phone call from his best friend that he’s been in love with since for awhile now. Only to get a bad news of some sort of weird outbreak that is currently spreading throughout their country. Despite the panic and terrifying encounters with an infected, lies a deep secret that revolves around them. A burden that they were force to carry as a child, through sufferings and their strong bond of love, they both seeks answers for the truth with nothing but their past to move forward and survive the dead world with six more friends that they could trust their life with.

Chapter Index

The first time Jimin wakes up, he wasn't aware enough of his surroundings nor is he conscious enough to clearly made out the voices he'd heard. Everything was fuzzy but one thing Jimin knew was that, he's being carried by someone. His chest resting on someone's warm broad back and he could feel himself being jostle and readjusted, so that he'd be comfortable.

All he feels was warm and safe despite hearing the voices talking all around him and Jimin couldn't bring himself to move or make a sound. He was too damn exhausted from everything and the echoes of hushed footsteps overtakes his senses and lulled him back to sleep even more. But before he let his unconsciousness takes over his body. Jimin swears, the deep lazy drawl of a voice was too familiar for his ears.

"Wait – hyung, what's this?" Jimin felt the person carrying him pause and shrug.

"I don't give a shit about it. Come on, let's just quickly leave before-"

"But, this is weird! You have to look at this. Hyung!" Jimin swears whoever that person was, is whining like a brat and somehow, he could feel the person carrying him, sighs dramatically and turns around, probably facing the other or away, Jimin couldn't really tell from the haziness of his mind.

"Look, I don't really care okay. We need to go now." Jimin's carrier seems to hesitate for a moment before he continued speaking again, his words harsh and firmed. Giving no room for arguments.

"Stay if you want. I'm leaving with or without you." Jimin felt his carrier turns, fingers lightly squeezing his inner thighs and started to walk away. He could hear a few curses behind him and a soft reassurance from another voice. Which was slowly fading away.

Perhaps of the distance or maybe Jimin's consciousness is starting to fade away. Either way, Jimin felt safe and content by whoever it was that's carrying him and wherever it was he's taking Jimin. Jimin could only hope for the best. For now, he'll just welcome the sweet lulled of his carrier's heart beat as he once again drove off to unconsciousness.

The second time Jimin was awake, he felt a sharp pain coursing through his limbs. Especially on his right arm. Jimin whimpers in pain while his eyes remained close.

"Shh.. It's okay. Everything's gonna be alright. I've got you." The voice that spoke to him was gentle and soothing. Deep and slurring slightly. As the voice said this, Jimin could feel a warm touch to his forehead and long fingers gently carding through his hair. Jimin could feel himself leaning against the touch, somehow feeling safe and sated as he felt his arm being caressed gently and being wrapped with something soft like a cloth around it. Even though Jimin was only subconscious about everything, he could vaguely made out the concern hidden within the whispery voices talking about him.

"Hyung, is he alright?"

"hm? He's healing." A pause, and then the same voice continued, "I just wish we could get there sooner to save him. I promise that I would protect him and yet, I failed again." The man that was fixing him up responded sadly and this makes Jimin frown, his fingers twitching. Another voice suddenly gasped in shock.

"omg hyung! Did you just see that? He-he moved and-"

"Wha-"

"Holy shit! Hyung, he's reacting to your voice. C'on say something hyung!"

Jimin could hear the desperation in the voices but before anyone could even say anything else, Jimin could feel himself get lost yet again in the darkness and everything seem to fade. Jimin could no longer hear the voices anymore, all he sees is darkness and soon, Jimin starts to dream.

He was on a bed, his back on the soft mattress. Whimpering and moaning breathlessly as soft warm lips caresses his skin with kisses. Trailing down from his jaw to his chest. Tongue lapping around his nipples and sucking the bud hard.

Jimin moaned again, eyes fluttering and his back arching against the mattress. Soft fingers, grazing his other nipple. Thumb and forefinger pinching the bud while there's another warm touch sliding along his waist to his thighs, squeezing the flesh slightly. Jimin moaned, feeling his skin tingles everywhere with every strokes of it.

"You're so fucking beautiful like this baby. - Mm, I love you so fuckin' much." Jimin open his eyes slowly, feeling bliss out with the way his lover noses against his neck and breathes in his skin. Leaving open mouth kisses below his jaw, down to his collar bones.

"mm, Yoongi." Jimin moaned breathlessly, feeling the way his lover's fingers graze the crack of his ass and slowly penetrating at his opening. Fucking him opened with lubed up fingers and the next thing he knew, Yoongi’s cock was already deep inside of him.

"F-fuck. Ah, you're so fucking tight." Jimin whimpers and moaned like there's no tomorrow as his lover pounded against him. Making Jimin squirmed and a moaning mess when Yoongi thrust deeper, hitting his prostate head on. The staccato of 'Ah, ah, ah' came out of Jimin's mouth were like music to his lover's ears, that drive him to thrust even deeper and faster. The sound of their skin slapping against each other echoes loudly in the room. Jimin's fingernails scraping against his lover broad back, leaving an angry red with it.

"Yoongi. - Mm, ah. I need to- Ah!" Yoongi's lips found his soon after, kissing him hard and messily with the clash of teeth and tongues. Swallowing Jimin's desperate moaning to cum.

"Yoon- Ah! Baby, I'm gon- Ah!"

Yoongi noses against Jimin's neck, lips grazing the skin as he speaks, "come baby. Let it go." With another couple of hard thrust from his lover, Jimin screams as he releases white spurts of cum in between Yoongi's and his body. Jimin's back arching slightly, feeling Yoongi's warm cum filling him whole and full. But before he could fully enjoy the bliss of his orgasm and mind-blowing sex with his lover, Yoongi's whole body started vibrating violently on top of him and suddenly Yoongi was backing away from him with his hands covering his mouth.

Yoongi's eyes were wide and terrified. Jimin reaches out to him but Yoongi shakes his head, the look on his eyes were sad and full of guilt. Jimin didn't know what was happening and why Yoongi was acting so indifferent all of a sudden and he was about to open his mouth to question it, when Yoongi suddenly jerked forward, gagging out blood. Jimin gasped in shock, Yoongi had tears in eyes and smiling painfully at him. His lips move to say something but it was too soft for Jimin to make out what was his lover trying to say.

Jimin felt his heart ache, squeezing painfully and his own tears trailing down his cheeks and the next thing he knew, Yoongi was gone-

-Heavy footsteps stomping around the blazing siren was what wakes him up. He blinks, feeling slightly lightheaded and his vision was blurry. He sat up, noticing that the soldiers were running around the buildings, a few sergeants were shouting orders for their men to move and prepare themselves.

To what, he doesn't know. But all men are now carrying heavy weapons on their shoulders with protective armor on their bodies. He stayed rooted in the corner of his cell, listening with curious wide eyes of what's happening around him and that's when he first heard a gun being shot which followed by loud curses and screaming.

"Fuck! Where's professor min?! - Someone, get him down here now!"

Another gunshot was heard and he wince at how loud it was. "No! Fucking stay away from me, you freaking monster!"

He's startled when there's a body being shove against the door of his cell with a loud thud and the sound that came with it after. Definitely too eerie for his liking, making his skin scrawl and the hairs stand. The sound of growling and clicking of teeth was too damn terrifying for him to even move a muscle. His breath hitches when there's a thud against his cell door for a few times and the scratching of nails on it. His heart was beating rapidly in his chest.

Whatever was out there right now, if it gets in. That's it. It's the end of him. Because whatever is out there will devour him just like everyone out there that was fighting for their life with a weapon. And him? He's alone and stuck here for all he knows and whatever that's going to happen to him next would be his fate. Because he knew it from the start that there's no way he would survive this in the first place. Especially in this hellhole.

The thudding and thrashing against his cell door stop. His gaze fix on that said door, just waiting for whatever that's out there to come bursting through it. Because that door won't be holding out any longer to keep him safe. So, when it became silence for too damn long, he decides that it's probably time for him to get up and prepare himself for the worst. With every ounce of courage and self-perseverance of the pain that courses through his entire body from the cuts and bruises, he willed himself to stand, bracing himself against the walls for support with shaking legs. His gaze never leaving the door.

He moves slowly with trembling legs and gritted his teeth at the intense pain that it causes. Swallowing hard and licking his lips to wet the dryness out of it. Something about the sudden quietness from the outside was nagging at him. Deep in his gut, he knew something was off. By the time he reaches a foot away from the door, he takes a peek through the small glass window on it. Eyes squinting and peering out. He tilts his head slightly so that he could get a better view of his surrounding from the inside but what he sees had him frozen to the ground.

Bodies were scattered around, bloods splattered everywhere and limbs detached while intestines also were torn off from the already dead bodies. He noticed someone was screaming and thrashing weakly against something, wailing out in pain with someone or something that's crouched over his body and was actually ripping the flesh out, devouring it.

He flinched and took a step back when that 'something' pauses, its head titling upwards as if smelling the air. The lights suddenly flicker and shutting off entirely, leaving the whole corridors in darkness. After a few moments the lights came back to life, lighting the room brightly and that's when he noticed that the 'something' is now gone. The soldier's body was a mess of blood and missing organs.

His heart was beating so loudly and fast that he swears anyone could've heard it too. He breathes in slowly, trying to calm his ranging heart and started to take a step forward when suddenly a face appeared in front of him. Knocking its head on the glass window of his door. Snarling and baring its teeth. Bloods smearing on the glass as it hit its head on it. The flesh, rotten and decayed. Eyes white and its teeth were coated with green and red. It was hideous to be honest and it makes his stomach swirl with sickness. He felt like throwing up. He could even smell that thing despite the barrier of the door between them.

The smell was even worse than a dead decay corpse itself. He wonders what was actually happening right now and how can this even be happening. Will escaping even be possible for him right now? Will he manage to survive this? But before he could come up with a plan for his escape, that 'thing' thrashes against the door. So hard that the door rattles. Panic started to rise in him, now that he remembers that 'thing' is out there and there's probably more of it if that 'thing' could manage to wipe out the entire soldiers within a second. Not to mention, someone dead had just risen to be just like that 'thing', which is what he's witnessing in front of him right now. How is he gonna escape in the first place without getting through that 'thing'.

That 'thing' that is now thrashing on his cell's door, not one anymore but four. Snarling and clicking its teeth hungrily through the glass window.

Fuck. He is definitely fucked.

The door definitely isn't going to last much longer either at this rate. Just when he's about to take a cautious step back, one of the 'thing' falls to the ground, spluttering blood out of its head.

What the fuck?

Another, falls after the first one and then another. One by one was shot in the head. But there wasn't any sound of a gunshot whatsoever.

But then, his breath hitch. Noticing that his cell's door is now ajar from the thrashing of that 'thing'.

Shit.

It's broken. He can't hide anymore. There's nothing to protect him now. What if that 'thing' came at him again? What if-

A figure appeared in front of him so suddenly that he screams.

Fuck. He did not just-

"Tch. Shut up kid."

And he immediately shuts his mouth. The sound of his screams swallowed up in his throat, making the sudden silence of the room deafening.

"fuck, look what you had done now." The man titled his head as if listening for something and then he continues speaking, "tch, this is such a pain in the ass." His tone wasn't even close to being annoyed, in fact, he seems amused.

He takes that opportunity to take a step back and take in the man's sudden appearance. He's wearing a black long coat with its hood covering over his head. His white pale neck, showing against the hood of his black coat. His long fingers curled on the rim of the gun he was holding with a silencer attached to it. No wonder he couldn't hear any gunshot being shot earlier. The man shifts on his feet, and he notices there's a few more weapons attached to his waist and around his thighs.

Whoever this man is, he came prepared. And with a mission to accomplished.

He remained speechless for a moment, just eyeing the man standing in front of him. Wondering if this man would be his savior or-

"Look kid, I know what you're thinking." The man spoke suddenly that it startled him a little at how loud the man's voice sounded against the silent room of his cell. He looked up, gazing straight at the man's eyes. The man's face was unreadable but he continued speaking again after, knowing he wouldn't get any responses from him.

"I would love to tell you what's up but we got no time to spare. They are coming. And we need to get out fast if you wanna survive this hellhole and stick your ass as close as possible and remain quiet at all times next to me." The man pauses for a moment as if to think but end up shrugging at him. Turning to walk away back to where he'd came from.

The man took a few steps forward and pauses, glance behind his shoulder to look at him. "you coming kid?"

He hesitates for a moment. Wondering whether if it’s the right decision for him to follow this stranger or to remain here and let himself die like how fate had planned for him in the first place. He gazes down towards his bare feet and frown. Biting his lips as he contemplates everything, the worst that might've happened or the chances that he could probably survive this if he follows the man's lead.

He finally looks up. The man was staring at him with unreadable dark eyes and suddenly the man was smiling at him. All gums and teeth. For a moment, it took him by surprise at how it makes his heart swells with warmth and somehow it calms his raging heart. His lips started to twitch, a hint of his own smile appearing on his face at the sight of it.

Before he could do anything else or nod his head in agreement, the man shrugs off his coat and throwing it at him. He catches it with both hands, staring down at the coat in confusion.

"You can have it kid. It's freezing out there." He looks up at the man, with that being said, the man turned. His back to him. The man took a step and pauses, turning his head sideways with his gummy smile still visible.

"the name is Min Jihun"

He smiles in earnest at the man. Shrugging the coat on his shoulders and pull up the hood, zipping it up to cover his bare body. He walked up next to the man, still smiling with pearly white teeth at the man next to him. And for the first time in his entire life being locked up in the cell. He feels safe.

He could trust this man with his life. And for the first time, he spoke. His voice came out soft like a whisper but that made the man smile even wider if that's possible and he winked at him.

"I'm Park Jimin."

A/N:  I'm so sorry for the late update of this chap. I've been caught up with life and work lately and i've been trying to upload this sooner but ohh well. and here we are. i hope this doesn't disappoint any of you. enjoy the chapter folks. Thank you for sticking through with me and this fic. i love all of you who supported this fic and me. <3 You can also check out this fic at ao3

[5hfanfiction]

our broken white rose ⇾ camren

a/n: hi guys…!!! i suck, I fuckin know. i haven’t updated since august and truly honestly, i have no excuse other than life happened and shit hit the fan. i kinda wanna explain so y'all know even tho most of you probably don’t give a fuck honestly. ok sooo for starters as some of you may know or knew but forgot, i have a fiancée and we were trying to get pregnant and have a kid awhile ago and she did successfully get pregnant and well… things have been hectic. looks like we’re expecting double the trouble. twin girls lol. um, idk it took me awhile to wrap my head around it. i kinda envisioned parenthood at one at a time even tho the possibility of multiple is there, i never thought it’d go down in my life. but i guess this is god’s plan for me and i’m gonna love those two girls with all my heart.

college has truly been kicking my ass, on top of my moody, grumpy and randomly sad as fuck fiancée, but i’m getting by. currently on winter break so i decided i’d finally sit down and update. my fiancée went out to south jersey to visit her parents and i’m here in north jersey with the house finally to myself. maybe i can make a mess without getting yelled at by her now fhdjdjdkd lol. anyways, that’s basically the gist of what’s been going on. college wants me dead, my fiancée is carry two fetuses inside her and her due date is approaching dangerously fast. lmao. don’t you live life? smh.

anyways, the last thing i wanna share with y'all before i start the story is, I HAVE A NEW BOOK THAT IM ACTUALLY GONNA BE COMMITTED TO COMING OUT RIGHT ATTER I PUBLISH THIS CHAPTER! its called ‘one night stand’ and yesss, it has smut. so please go check it out after this. i have some really cool ideas for it but i need feedback on whether i should waste my time continuing or not. for my tumblr readers, its most likely up on my wattpad as you read this so go follow it @ wthbello and add the book to your library. please comment and vote. with that being said, i hope you enjoy the story. make sure to read end of the chapter questions and answer them. thanks so much, enjoy my usual angst filed, depressing ass stories!

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“She what?” Both Camila and Lauren shouted in unison as they slowly but frantically followed after Lucy.

Lucy walked at a jagged pace desperately attempting to reach her rental as she explained. “She was granted parol and was released today. Janelle asked me to come see her today, you know, figure out a way to get her out. She was going on and on about how Lola had a plan to go and get your kids. Dustin, Lana and Luna. So I tracked you down to warn you,” she explained in a rushed tone as they finally reached her rented Mazda.

Camila eyes Lucy in suspicious, still anxious being around her after everything. “How did you even get out?” She asked before her eyes enlarged as realization struck. She looked at Lauren in panic. “T-The kids. They’re with Normani, she just took Dustin not too long ago,” Camila had completely forgotten all about Ariana. I’ll text her later, she thought distractedly as her two daughters and infant son came to mind.

Lucy stopped at the vehicle taking a deep breath. She looked them dead in the eye as she pulled the drivers side handle open. “I’ve been out for two months Camila,” the last thing on her mind was explaining her reasoning. She didn’t want to talk about. She didn’t feel she needed to talk about it. She just wanted to forget. Lucy climbed in the all black car, leaving her door open as she peered up at the two mother’s before her. “As for Normani, Tori’s got it,” Lucy smirked. “Now get the fuck in the car.”

Lauren spoke up for the first time in awhile, “What the hell is going on Lucia?” Her hands shook as she gazed down at the woman. So much built up anger and hatred yet confusion and hurt bubbled within her as she stared the woman down.

Lucy’s smirk soon fell as regret and sorrow filled her eyes. “I was terrible… to both of you. I fucked up so much in the last and this is my chance to fix it. Please. Trust me.”

Maybe a couple years ago, Lauren would jump at the thought of trusting Lucy. How couldn’t she? She’d never lie to her, correct? Wrong. For years, she was lied to and fooled to believe the love of her life, the mother of her children, was gone. And Lucy was an accomplice. She didn’t think she could ever trust the woman again. But something about the look in Lucy’s eyes seemed to draw her in. She wasn’t sure how she was feeling, but right now she knew her safety, Camila’s safety and hers were in severe danger with that crazy bat out.

Camila and Lauren both looked at each other before sharing a small, risky mutual agreement. Lauren rounded the vehicle and got in the passenger seat as Camila went into the back, sitting in the middle so she could peer at the two women in front of her.

“Where to?” Camila asked.

Lucy turned to look at the woman in the backseat, a small smirk playing on her lips. “Yakutat Alaska.”

***

“It feels so gross being back her,” Camila mumbled, hugging her arms loosely around herself as Lauren draped her own arm over her shoulder. She still didn’t know how she felt about her relationship with Lauren. The sudden proposal still replayed in her head but she didn’t have time to think about that right now. Her mind wondered as she thought about the safety of her kids and the weariness of Lola being out of prison… again. Her life just seemed to be a never ending pile of destruction and she just wanted to run away… like Lauren said. Her eyebrows furrowed as she turned to look at the woman next to her. She went to open her mouth and question her before shaking her head and deciding to keep it shut until later on.

“Tell me about it,” Lucy mumbled as she locked the doors of the rental car.

Lauren huffed softly, her grip on Camila tightening. “So are you gonna explain why we’re here?”

Lucy nodded distractedly as she smacked her lips and nodded off towards her right as they began walking towards a group of buildings. “Janelle told me that Lola was granted parole in Yakutat because this initially is where the crime took place which I think is complete bullshit because the original crime was when she falsified your murder in Florida. Yakutat is a small town, but so easy to escape. Lola can redo everything she’s ever planned. She can hire or even threaten her way around here and start up her ridiculous revenge plot. We need to end it before it starts.”

The brown eyed woman furrowed her eyebrows in confusion as she released herself from Lauren’s hold and quickened her pace to walk beside Lucy as she began questioning. “End it how?” She asked in bewilderment. “Its Lola. She’ll just kill me for good now. You brought me all the way here just so she could do that, right? You’ve been working with her all along. You know I’m a moth-”

Lucy stopped abruptly, reaching out to grab Camila’s wrist in a forceful hold. The woman went to scream before her eyes landed on Lucy’s soft ones. Lucy slowly released Camila, running a distressed hand through her hair before turning to look at Lauren. “I’ve fucked up in the past. So much. I lost the love of my life, I watched as she hurt over someone who was still here, I watched as she raised two amazing independent girls on her own all while trying to manage her own internal heartbreak,” Lucy paused, staring deeply into Lauren’s pale green eyes. “I’ll do anything to amend my wrongs. I’m never going back to the way I use to be. I don’t want to, and I won’t allow myself to. I’m stronger, I’m better and my head is finally going down the right path,” she sighed shakily before turning back to Camila. “The last thing I want is to see get hurt again. I watched on the sidelines for too many goddamn years. I’m gonna make it right this time. Even if it means putting myself away for life.”

Lauren’s eyes widened in horror at the woman’s last sentence. “Lucy, what are you talking about?”

Hot tears stung the corner of Lucy’s eyes as she chewed on her bottom lip. “I’m gonna kill her. I have to,” with that she continued straight forward towards the group of buildings collectively lined up beside each other.

Camila and Lauren shared a regretful stare before quickly following chasing after Lucy.

“You can’t do that,”

“Come on be rational Lucy,”

“We can just go to the cops again,”

“Yeah, we can do that. You can’t ruin your life like tha-”

Suddenly whirling around, fire burned within Lucy’s brown eyes. “Go to the cops? And tell that what? That my crazy step sister is trying to kill the Camila Cabello? Huh? Do you know what’d happen to me?”

Camila stopped, breathing heavily. “Why do you care so much? Huh? Its my life Lucy. Please. Let me handle it.”

Chuckling bitterly to herself, Lucy shook her head. “It may be your life, but you know nothing about mine,” she stared off into the distance before shaking her head once again. “When Lola sends a group of correction officers to gang rape you every fucking day in jail, not being able to fight back because you’ll just be thrown into solitary, then speak to me. Everything isn’t about you.”

“Lu-”

“I’m gonna kill her, with or without you guys here,” Lucy stared them down before turning on her heel and walking away, both Camila and Lauren’s feet basically being glued to the ground as they watched in silent horror.

Camila turned to look at the mother of her children before whispering softly, “What do we do?”

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a/n: short ass chapter, just a filler for the shit about to go dddoooowwwnnnnn. omg, i know y'all hate me and that i’ve been gone for over five months and i’m sorry. life just happened and idk what else to say really. i’m back now and hopefully i stick around because i truly have missed writing so fuckin much. like a huge ass relief has washed over me because i absolutely love what i do and writing for people.

now welcome back to my world full of angst and drama (; i promise the camren fluff is coming soon. y'all have waited two books for it and it’s gonna be here in a few short chapters.

now, i have a brrraaannnndddd new book out called “one night stand” and its camren ofc. this book was really a spur of the moment type of thing but i already love what i have in store for it so far and i truly think i’m gonna be committed as fuck with this book. yes, it has smut. a lot of it actually. so please go check it out on my page, add it to your library.

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anyways, yeah, please go check that out. i’ve worked really hard on it and i really like where it’s going. it has angst, but definitely a lot less angst than this story right here. the angst in this is actually way more relatable to real life problems and stuff like that so once again, please go check it out after this.

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Museum of Death: Part 1

Characters: Theodore (OC-brief), Maggie (OC), Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Reader Word Count: 2,581 Warnings: Canon violence, death, things being creepy A/N: I wrote this for @amanda-teaches’s UNDERCOVER HUNTING CHALLENGE! Congrats on the followers, love! (I left it in all caps because it just felt so enthusiastic. lol) This is just the first part, and though I was only aiming for two...it might have a third. My goal was to write it in an episode format, which is drawing it out some, but I really love it so far. I hope you all do too. My undercover job was museum workers. This part doesn’t get quite into that, but part two will!

ALSO a big shout out to @wheresthekillswitch for helping me brainstorm this whole thing, and for picking out sweet fake names for them. This fic would not be nearly as cohesive without her. Thanks for helping my gears get going, lovely. :)

Also, there is an actual Museum of Death in New Orleans, but disclaimer, I don’t know much about it. This particular museum is based loosely on it, and I know that the details won’t really match. Just...uh...roll with it, I guess. lol A special shout out to Manda for helping me with my Cajun dialect. It’s way harder than I thought it would be, so just a round of applause for all ya’ll fantastic Benny writers. Shew. lol If you have any suggestions that would help, I would appreciate it!

Beta’d by the always beautiful and wonderful waterbear, @trexrambling: “I wasn't supposed to feel this way about a side character... thanks for those unwelcome HURT FEELS HANNAH!”

And my lovely and encouraging and fantastic @pinknerdpanda: “Omg! I cackled. This is so 10000% Dean. I can hear his voice in my head.”

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The dull click of the security guard’s heels echoed through the darkened hallway, the sound deafening in the otherwise silent museum. Normally, this was his favorite kind of gig. There was something about walking through what would normally be bustling rooms and popular displays when it was dead silent, the only light the soft beam from his flashlight and the muted green glow of the emergency exit signs. But this time, something was different.

His wife had warned him when he’d taken this job that it was a bad idea. “You hav’to respek de dead, cher. Dat place...it is couillon*. You work dere, you will get notin’ but trouble, Theodore!” she had fretted as he got his things ready for his first day. He had assured her that, despite the unusual and macabre subject matter that the museum focused on, everything would be fine; it was just her deep-rooted superstitions that were clouding her judgement, and besides, they needed the money. She had stopped talking about it, but every night since then he had found an amulet of protection in his uniform pocket. Although he was not originally from Louisiana and did not share his wife’s Cajun superstitions and beliefs, he greatly appreciated her effort in trying to keep him safe.

He paused at one of the glass cases and stared at the contents inside. Staring back at him, her eyes almost as cold as the glass separating him from the black and white photo, was an angry looking woman, her eyes wild and hair a tangled mess around her weathered and scowling face. In all honesty, he did not like walking through the displays at this particular museum, but this one...this one was the one that always threw him off the most. There was something about the look in her eye, the flat, dead stare that always reminded him of a shark. He couldn’t help but stare, and he’d had to drag himself away more than once. He’d read the description over and over, had even Googled the woman’s name one early morning after he'd gotten home from his shift. She was unnerving, and he always felt an awkward shiver go down his spine while passing the glass case.

He jumped as the sudden booming sound of a door being slammed startled him out of his staring contest with the shark eyed woman. “Doc?”

His hand slipped down to the nightstick he carried, the only weapon he was permitted other than his heavy flashlight, and continued his round of the floor. Instead of turning to go towards the stairs leading to the second floor, he turned the opposite way, the direction that the curator's office was. Dr. Lyons, the most recent curator to come into the museum, often stayed late into the night. Lately, however, he had been staying even later in order to catalogue and sort the newest exhibit. He had been incredibly excited to share whatever it was and was working diligently in order to get it ready for public viewing as soon as possible. Dr. Lyons had always been nice to him, and in the few weeks that Theodore had been working at the museum he'd grown quite fond of the eccentric curator.

“Hey, Doc? You okay?” Theodore called quietly into the dark. He stopped at the closed office door and sighed. Lyons had always told him that, no matter what, he was welcome in his office, but something told Theodore that it was always better to keep closed doors exactly that; closed. “Doc? Do you need help with anything?” He reached out to knock on the door but paused, his knuckles just hovering over the pebbled glass. He was worried, the doctor was never this quiet, but everything in his gut said to walk away and to let someone else worry about it in the morning. After a moment of arguing with himself, the braver side of him won out and, instead of knocking, he let his hand move down to the worn, brass doorknob. “I'm coming in, Doc, it's just me.”

The door swung open with a groan, the old hinges cranky as they ground against each other. The room was dimly lit by an old desk lamp, the light a sickly yellow from the shade, and the shadows stretched long across the cluttered office. Unopened boxes and crates were stacked around the room, and one sat open on the desk.

“Doc?”

Theodore swung the MagLite around the room and the beam landed on a pair of leather dress shoes that were sticking out from behind the desk. “Oh, shit…” he whispered to no one as he slowly moved around so that he could see behind it. What he saw made him gasp.

Dr. Lyons was lying on his back, his glasses askew and his face frozen in what Theodore could only describe as pure terror. An already darkening bruise circled his throat, and his hands were clenched tightly at his sides. Theodore dropped to one knee, gently placed two fingers on the doctor’s throat, and groaned when he didn’t find a pulse. As he stood, he heard the dull thud of something hitting the floor. His hand automatically went to his shirt pocket where his wife had put the protection charm, and, finding it empty, he began to feel panic set in. He scanned the floor, looking for the small clay amulet. A wave of cold surrounded him, nearly freezing his breath in his chest, and he watched as the warm air he exhaled formed a small, frozen cloud.

“What the hell?” he thought to himself as the temperature continued to drop. He began to shiver, and the beam from his flashlight shimmied across the hardwood floor. The hair on the back of his neck stood up and he turned slowly to find himself  face to face with the shark-eyed woman from the glass case.

“You...you can’t be here. You’re dead.” She gave him a cold smile, her crooked teeth dirty and sharp. “I looked it up, you were executed in 2002. You’re not real.” He heard the dull click of a pistol being cocked and his eyes widened. “Listen, I’m not a bad guy. I know how you feel about guys you think are bad, and I didn’t hurt you. I haven’t hurt anybody. I would never…” he trailed off when he felt the cold steel of a muzzle press against his forehead. “Please…no...I didn’t do anything! My wife is expecting me to come home, I promise I won’t do anything-” The loud crack of the pistol discharging interrupted Theodore, and he hit the floor, his wide eyes staring at the ceiling as a single drop of blood rolled down the bridge of his nose.

“Dean!” Sam’s voice echoed down the hall as he wandered the bunker looking for his brother. “Y/N! Where are you guys?”

“I’m in the kitchen!” Y/N shouted back as she blew a stray hair from her face, her flour covered hands too busy pressing dough into the pie plate to do the job themselves. She heard Sam’s long strides get louder as he approached the kitchen, and soon his large frame filled the doorway as he practically skipped down the steps, laptop in hand.

“Pie? What’s the occasion?”

Y/N rolled her eyes, “Does your brother need an occasion to demand pie?”

Sam laughed, “No, I guess not.” He sat down at the table and opened his laptop, “I found something, and I’m pretty sure it’s right up our alley.”

Y/N grabbed a bowl of chopped apples and poured the contents into the pie crust. “Oh yea? It’s been pretty quiet, you sure it’s one of our things?”

“Yep, pretty sure. Two people killed in a locked building. One was strangled and one was shot.”

“How does that make it ours? Anyone can strangle or shoot someone, and I think we both know that picking a lock isn’t exactly difficult.” She carefully laid the top crust over the perfectly mixed apples, cinnamon, and sugar, then pinched the edges closed.

“The strangulation, maybe. But this other guy was shot and there is no gun, no bullet, no GSR. It’s like he was shot with an invisible gun. Plus, the alarms were still set and all the doors were locked. Not a sign of break in anywhere.”

Y/N slipped the pie into the oven and set the timer. “Alright, that’s a valid reason. Where are we going?”

“New Orleans. It’s been awhile since we’ve been to Louisiana.” Sam closed his laptop and sat back in his chair, “So, do you know where Dean is?”

Y/N shook her head as she wiped her hands off on a towel, “No, but give it a minute. He’ll be here.”

“How do you know?”

Y/N closed her eyes and held up five fingers. Slowly, she began to count down silently, one finger at a time. Just as she got to only her pointer finger, Sam heard footsteps approaching the kitchen and Y/N smiled.

“Where’s the pie?” he demanded, his eyes narrowed as he searched for the source of the delicious smell.

Sam looked at Y/N, impressed, “Nice. How’d you know?”

Y/N shrugged, “Call it a gift.” She walked towards the door, then stopped and looked at Dean over her shoulder, “You’re going to have to take that pie to go, sweet cheeks. We’ve got a case.” She disappeared down the hall and Dean raised an eyebrow at Sam.

“A case? Where are we going?”

“New Orleans.” Sam opened his laptop and spun it around so that Dean could see it, “So, get this…”

“Are you freakin’ kidding me?” Dean griped as he and Sam strolled down the sidewalk, straightening his tie in annoyance as Sam’s last minute warning rang in his mind.

“It must have slipped my mind-” Sam started before Dean cut him off.

“Oh, really? You just failed to mention that this whole thing happened in a serial killer museum? That little nugget of information just ‘slipped your mind’?” Dean air quoted angrily.

“I didn’t think it was that important,” Sam mumbled.

Dean rolled his eyes, “No, it's because you have this freaky ass obsession with serial killers and you knew if you told me, I would have either relentlessly made fun of you or I would have refused to get involved. Luckily for you, I can't just let people get murdered. But I will relentlessly make fun of you. So what's the story with this woman, Nancy Grace?”

Sam glared at him and Dean smirked. “It’s the security guard’s wife. We’re going to see if her husband had told her anything about the museum. If it’s a haunting, maybe he mentioned something.”

They reached the front porch and Dean paused, his eyes narrowed as he leaned towards the porch post and ran his fingers over the small symbols that had been painstakingly carved into the wood. “Do these look familiar to you?”

Sam looked over Dean’s shoulder, “Huh...they’re five-spots.”

“Oh, yea, we saw them at that old hotel way back in the day, right? The one where that old lady was living in the attic.”

“Yea, it’s Hoodoo...but to make it a powerful charm for protection you have to fill whatever this is carved on with bloodweed. It wouldn’t be incredibly useful without it, and I don’t see any out here.”

“Huh, that’s weird. Oh well, maybe they didn’t realize that’s what it was.” Dean hopped up the steps and rapped on the door, “We are in New Orleans. It’s not like we aren’t surrounded by stuff like that, anyway.”

The door swung open, and a short, thin woman appeared in the darkened opening. Her red-rimmed eyes shifted from Dean to Sam and then back to Dean before she spoke. “I already spoke to de police.”

“Hello, ma'am, we truly are sorry to bother you. I’m Agent Tom Hannigan, this is my partner Agent Clay Miller. We’re with the FBI.” Dean flashed his badge, then quickly stowed it back in his pocket. “We just need to ask you a few questions.”

She looked between the two once more before pushing the door open wide enough to accommodate them, “If you are wid de FBI, I am Marie Laveau. You best make it quick. Close de door behind you, cher.”

Dean settled back into the flower print chair, the soft cushions nearly swallowing him, and balanced the hot mug of coffee on his knee. Sam was awkwardly shifting on the couch, his own mug of coffee cradled between both hands as he looked around the room. Photos of the victim and his wife were scattered around the room; on the coffee table, lining the mantle, arranged carefully on bookshelves. They looked happy, and Dean felt a sudden pang of sadness as the woman came back into the living room.

“Ma’am-”

“You can call me Maggie, cher. My mere is ma’am. Theo called me Magnolia… ‘My pretty Magnolia’, he would say, ‘Not everyone can have a flower to call dere own.’” She sighed, “He’s de only one dat called me dat.” She sat in the rocking chair by the window and picked up a picture of her and Theodore. “I knew dat museum was no good.”

Dean sat his mug on the coffee table and leaned his elbows on his knees, “Why did you think it was no good?”

Maggie raised an eyebrow, “De place is filled with killers, with monsters. It is like dey built a shrine to dese terr’ble people. I told him dey needed to respek de dead, but I didn’t mean de murderers. I meant de people dey killed.”

Dean glanced over at Sam, who looked down sheepishly. He turned his attention back to Maggie, “Do you think that’s the reason Dr. Lyons and Theodore were killed? Because they were being disrespectful?”

Maggie shook her head, “My Theo wouldn’t ever disrespek anyone. No, no...I made sure he’d be safe. Ev’ry day, I put a special charm in his pocket, a protection charm. When dey gave me his belongings, it wasn’t dere. I t’ink dat is what happened. De charm was lost, and den whatever got de doctor got Theo.” She sat the frame back on the table and sighed, “I don’t know what you boys really do, but you best be careful. Dere is somethin’ dangerous happenin’ in dat museum. Somet’in’ evil that shouldn’t be disturbed.” She reached into her pocket and pulled out two small charms, “Take dese, keep dem wit you. A lot of people t’ink I’m too old fashioned, and maybe I am...but it’s better to be safe dan sorry, and if I’m wrong, den not’in happens.” She held out her hand and both Sam and Dean leaned forward and took a charm.

Sam smiled gently at her, “Thank you, we really appreciate it. And I promise, we’ll take care of whatever this is.”

Dean nodded in agreement, “It’s what we do. I know we can’t bring Theo back, but we’ll make sure it doesn’t happen to anyone else.”

Maggie smiled sadly, “I hope you do.” Sam and Dean stood and walked towards the door, and Maggie held it open as they left. “You boys be careful, now,” she shouted after them, and Sam turned and gave her a small wave. She watched as they disappeared down the sidewalk and into a dark car, her chest tight with worry.

*In this instance, couillon is to mean foolish. I linked it, but there were a few definitions.

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[oh-theatre]

Sycamore High: A Mission (Chapter 13)

A/N: I was very tempted to tag J but not all the characters are suffering yet so... maybe one-day 

summary: Paul decides Jail doesn't sound so bad

words: 1,614

warnings: Crying, negative thoughts, cursing, abuse mention, blood (not too graphic but its there)

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Paul was done, no you know what? He was further than done, he was over it. He was exhausted, he had way too much shit going on and this? This put the entire world on thin fucking ice.

“Hear that universe? You’re on thin fucking ice” He declares angrily as he stormed the halls the next morning. “Where are you fucker” Paul mumbled scanning the tired halls full of zombie students. He finally spotted him, the little sleaze. No, not even sleaze, that was reserved for Ted. He made his way towards the locker but abruptly stopped being interjected.

“Omg, it’s stage 5 Paul” Ted teases stepping into Paul’s murder path. He glared at his friend, nothing but his mission occupied his mind.

“Not now Ted” he warned pushing his friend into the locker, horror-struck him as he heard his friend groan in pain. “Shit, shit I’m so sorry Ted, I wasn’t thinking” he ranted, Ted, with the help of Bill regained his former posture. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to hurt you”

“Eh, I’m used to it” Ted stayed simply shrugging his shoulders. Another wave of guilt hit Paul, well that doesn’t make me feel better. “So What brings stage 5 Paul to school today?” Ted asked, rubbing his side carefully. Paul bit back his lip.

“He-“ Paul shot a glare towards his target “Did it again, he hurt her again and I’m just-“ he sucked in a sharp breath “I am very much done, so I have decided to spend the rest of my life in jail” Paul seethed

“Oh so you get to murder him, but I don’t get to murder Billy” Bill complained, the other two looked at him with hints of shock and respect. They were taken aback by the sudden sass and serious tone their usually calm and nice friend displayed. Ted wished he had taken this change more seriously, but alas.

~~~

“I just want my friend back!” A pained voice shouted through the rain

“Well, he’s gone!” Was the simple angry response that left the two shatter

~~~

“Just saying, I’m Sherlock so switch my motives and I’d be an amazing Moriarty” Bill explained calmly. Ted burst into a fit of laughter, nudging Bill softly who’s face softened at his friends laugh. He shied away finally retreating back to his locker and Paul turned back to his unlucky victim. He suddenly had a thought and turned back to Ted.

“Wait why are you here? You should be… not here” Paul cringed at his own phrasing but they go the point.

“Wow…” Ted said “Paul Matthews everybody” he mimicked a fake round of applause, Bill snickered. “It’s chill, I’m just grabbing my stuff and then leaving” Paul was still not satisfied, leaving to where? Obviously, Ted caught on to his friend's concerns and continued “Bills dad is taking me home, he dropped us off and is just waiting for me now” Paul nodded slowly, Ted, deciding his friend was satisfied with the answer turned back to his locker grabbing the rest of his things. “I should get going, Professor Hidgens and...Professor Hidgens-“ He paused clearly holding back something “Are coming over later to discuss some stuff, so… please don’t commit murder and if you do don’t get caught. And say hi to the girls for me!” He declared finalizing his rant, he turned to Bill who immediately jumped into a quick but cautious embrace. Ted accepted happily before waving a quick goodbye to Paul and disappearing into the crowd of practically dead students. 

“I’m worried about him” Bill said softly after a moment, the murdering mantra had now ceased as Paul faced his friend. He sighed heavily and exhausted giving his friend a reassuring look.

“Me too but… he has an army of people who just want the best… he will be ok” Who Paul was trying to convince, he wasn’t sure. Bill nodded with the same uncertainty before deciding he had finished at his locker and walking to his first-class but not before telling Paul goodbye. 

“Alright, now it’s just you and me” He stayed glaring at the arrogant figure who was still leaning against his locker, wearing his stupid red cap and stupid smoke club shirt. “Oh it’s on, Stage 5 Paul is fucking pissed” 

~~~

“...and then we can work on finding you a new home” that’s it, Ted had heard enough. He had sat for the past hour listening to 2 adults who, bless their hearts were trying, but who clearly knew absolutely nothing.

“New home?” He seethed, his tone became dark “No, no, there is no ‘new home’ ok?” he glared at the pair, really hoping it had the effect intended. “You don’t get it, this will blow over, I will go home, keep my fucking mouth shut and live my life.” Now he was going, he did feel bad the Professors clearly just wanted to help but Ted was done with everyone trying. If they couldn’t do something right now, then he didn’t care for their bullshit ‘tries’. Ted grunted loudly, he wanted to throw something but he didn’t dare. Not only had Bills father been an amazing person and truly cared for Ted, but he was also scared. Would that all turn if he made a mistake now? “There is no new home” he said calmly, but everyone could feel the darkness that poured out. “I will go home, and I will listen to my parent's fight as always. I will fear my mornings, as always. And I will get hit and shoved for being-“ he froze in horror, he had done it. He actually said it, oh god…

No

No

I want my mom

No

He clasped a hand over his mouth, creating a prison for his words. The professors who had been shocked into silence up until now stood. Approaching Ted carefully, please don’t hurt me, I’m sorry. He cowered preparing himself for a blow, instead felt himself wrapped into a steady embrace. Ted could feel a heartbeat, it was even, unlike Ted who shook violently against the mans hold. He opened his eyes to find two beautiful blue ones staring at him, Professor Hidgens kneeled next to him,  he gestured towards his chest. Ted glanced for a moment feeling a confused flustered feeling rise upon his face.

“Mimic my breathing Ted” The Professor said, finally something I knew how to do. 

“5 things you can see Ted” 

“Bill? 5 things you can see, right now” Ted repeated

So with a shaky breath, he began. “I can see you, and.. and the couch… I can see Professor Hidgens” he shook his head pulling away from Chad's embrace, who simply smiled pridefully at him. “I can see my backpack… and… my hands” the two men nodded patiently. 

“Good, now 4 things you can…” his voice drifted off. Ted sighed feeling himself steady as he recalled the faces of his dear friends. 

“I can see you, Ted” He said, reassuring himself that was the name of his friend. Ted nodded smiling. They continued, 4 things you can touch, 3 things you can hear, 2 things you can smell, and one thing you can taste. 

And so Ted did what he had told Bill to do weeks ago. Finally calming down, Bill's father suggested he go upstairs and get some rest while the men discussed the matters at hand. Ted wasn’t one to oppose free sleep, So he obliged.

I’m here, I’m right here Bill

~~~

“Can we adopt him?” Chad asked innocently 

“Simple answer, definitely” Henry responder almost immediately “Actual answer, love you know that’s not how this works” he said disappointed, stirring the tea that Corey, Bills father, had provided the couple. 

“But… isn’t it? The boy is being… “ he paused, Henry gave him a look. No need to say it, we both know now. “I mean he can’t possibly go home” Chad whined, he was frustrated. Henry understood, and he recognized this behavior. Chad had an inexplicable but beautiful need to protect people, Henry loved- nay, adored that about him. But he hated seeing Chad look so… defeated. 

“So he stays here, for now, we figure out what measures need to be taken to remove him from the house-“ Henry paused, how could he have been so stupid. “Ted's mother…” Henry whispered almost impressed by his revelation. “How could we forget Ted's mother!” He exclaimed Chad tilted his head confusion riddling his soft, sick face. “Think about it..”

And so they did, and finally, after long hours into the day, the pair finally came to a conclusion.

Adopt-

Not yet! Patience little one, patience

~~~

“Are you absolutely insane!?” Alice exclaimed rushing over to her brother. He gave her a stupid grin feeling himself slip away. He stood in the doorway to their home, blood dripping down his nose and a very dark eye. He didn't care however, he stood in their doorway pridefully having also a trace of someone else's blood gracing his knuckles. Alice assessed the situation, rushing to the kitchen grabbing an ice pack and the first aid kit. She leads her brother over to the couch and began tending to his probably broken nose. “You are so lucky mom isn't home-”

“Paul!” The pair turns to a sudden bang on the door, they share the same look of alertness. “Paul I know you're in there, open up!” The previously absent feeling of panic now set into Paul as he recognized the angry yet concerned voice from the other side of the door. 

“Emma” He whispers, very scared for what might happen as he stands up and opens the door to the one tiny angry girl on the other side.