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keanureevesisbae · 4 years

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“One cappuccino and chocolate brownie, please” - Chapter 3

Summary: Darcie Angel is thirty years old and owner of the famous cafe “The Coffee Cup” in New York City. She is known for her sweet smile and her amazing customer service. For six months now, John Wick has visited her cafe every day, earning himself a table that is always reserved for him. Darcie can’t stop thinking about him and when he asks her out one day, her dreams are finally coming true. But will it last?

John Wick x OFC Darcie

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: None

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‘Don’t tell me that that Ford Mustang Boss 429 is yours,’ I say, when John unlocks his car, to place his toolbox in the trunk.

John seems impressed, because after his eyes has widened, he beams with pride. ‘Yes, it is.’

‘What year?’

‘1969.’

‘Oh my God.’ I walk up to his car and want to touch it, but the car shines so brightly, I feel I might get it dirty. ‘My dad used to take me to car shows when I was younger,’ I tell him, checking the interior of his Mustang. ‘He was obsessed with Mustangs and I bet he would love this one.’

Though I’d rather get in the car and never get out, so I can drive in it forever, I know Tiki has to get some exercise in, so I manage to tear myself away from the car.

‘You went to car shows?’ John asks, watching Tiki walking in front of us. ‘Never would’ve expected that from you.’

‘My dad was car obsessed and he wanted to share someone to share his love for cars with. Since my mother doesn’t care at all and I’m their only child, so he got one shot to get it right.’ I chuckle. ‘Well, it sort of worked.’

John snickers. ‘You love Mustangs too?’

I shrug. ‘They are pretty, I have to admit that, but… Believe it or not, I’ve always wanted a Lamborghini.’

‘Miss Darcie Angel has taste,’ he admits.

‘Well, just taste and no money. My dad always wanted to buy me one, but I couldn’t accept that. I’d rather have an apartment if I’m being honest. Besides, how would I tell people that I own a Lamborghini and work at a cafe? On top of that, I would barely drive it, since I usually take the bus to work.’

John looks in front of him and I try to follow his gaze. He stares at three men further down the street and he seems really focussed on them. I open my mouth to say something, but John says in a low, slightly intimidating voice: ‘Let’s cross the street.’ He places his hand on my shoulder furthest away from him and slightly pulls me against his body.

The spot where his hand touches my shoulder is burning up. I can’t believe he is casually touching me like that. ‘Is everything okay?’ I ask him, while we cross the busy road and I have picked up Tiki so she is not stepped on by others.

‘Yeah,’ John says, squeezing my shoulder, before letting go and he buries his hands in his pockets.

The street we go in, is a lot quieter. Normally I wouldn’t walk here after work, but being here with John, makes me feel safe and assured. Like that nothing will happen to me.

Tiki sniffs and wants to run after a cat, but I pull her leash. ‘No, no, not today.’ She looks disappointed, but continues to walk along. ‘So, John,’ I say, ‘you know quite a lot about me, but I hardly know anything about you. I know that you always want one cappuccino and a chocolate brownie and that you go to flea markets to look for old books. Why do you do that anyway?’

‘I’m a book binder.’

‘Really?’

‘It’s just a side job,’ he says. ‘I picked it up a few years ago.’

‘That’s lovely,’ I say. ‘You sell them?’

‘Most of the times, yeah. Some I do keep, because I figure they are too nice to be sold to other people.’

‘What do you actually do for a job that allows you to visit my cafe daily?’

He smiles. ‘I work from home usually, mostly at night. It’s really boring and I won’t bore you with the details. Compared to what you do, my job is rather uninteresting.’

‘Where do you live then?’ I ask, desperate to know more about him and now seems like the perfect time to ask him that. We’re walking and no other customers can interrupt us.

‘Mill Neck.’

I stop walking and hold out my hand to prevent him from continuing to stroll down the road. ‘You live in Mill Neck,’ I say, ‘but you drive about an hour every day, so you can visit my cafe, so that after you had your cappuccino and brownie, you can drive an hour back?’

With a chuckle he shrugs. ‘I told you before, I really like your dog and driving almost two hours every day to see her, is worth it.’ He crouches down, so he can pet Tiki again. ‘Besides, I really like your cafe. I would drive a whole lot longer to sit there for just five minutes. It is calming to be there. It helps taking my mind off other things.’ John looks up and stands up straight, towering over me. ‘Should we head back?’

⟢⟡⟣

We sit in the car, with Tiki on my lap. We’re stuck in traffic—we’re in New York after all—and I lean back in the car seat. ‘Thank you for driving me home,’ I say, to break the silence.

‘No problem, Darcie.’

My eyes fall on a picture, buried underneath some books that are laying in front of me. I lean forward and grab the photograph.

I feel a stab in my heart. It’s John with another woman, where he kisses her cheek. She is really beautiful and I realize that this was all too good to be true anyway. What was I thinking?

‘That’s Helen,’ he says. ‘We were married.’

Were? Past tense. Possible divorce.

‘She passed away four years ago.’

Oh… Now I feel terrible. ‘Oh, John, I’m so sorry to hear that.’ I never thought he was a widower. I look at the picture again. ‘She was beautiful,’ I whisper. ‘And you two look happy together.’

John has a nostalgic smile on his face, but it disappears, when he says: ‘She was really sick. It turned out that she… When we found out she was sick, it was already too late.’ He stares at the traffic in front of him, clearing his throat.

I don’t know what to say. I just keep looking at the picture. ‘How long were you two together?’

‘Five years, married for about four of those.’

‘I bet those were five fantastic years,’ I say.

‘They were.’

I place the picture back to where I found it and ask: ‘How did you manage to move on?’

‘For the first two years I was angry and then the other two years I just lived on auto pilot. I think I started to realize that I couldn’t live on like this, about two weeks before I first saw your cafe. I went to flea markets and was looking for a place to spend time at, so my mind was somewhere else, but no place was good enough. When I saw your cafe though, I felt at ease, even before I stepped foot in it.’

‘What did you like about it?’

‘The interior was calming. All the other cafes I went, were dark and I hated that feeling. But the only places that were bright and fuzzy, were McDonalds and that place for birthday parties for kids.’

I chuckle, causing him to smile as well.

‘The soft music you always play in the background was such a nice touch,’ he continues to rave about my cafe. ‘But by far the best moment in your cafe was, was when you took my order. I had been angry for so long, that I almost forgot what basic human decency is, but you just forced me to be nice to you, without even trying.’

My heart flutters. That was the best moment in my cafe? Me taking his order? ‘And after that moment, you thought, let’s go here every day?’

‘I did. I think I sat down at the same table for about five times, when someone else sat there. Though every spot in your cafe is nice, I preferred that spot.’

‘I know,’ I say with a smile on my face. ‘It took me about a month before I noticed how much it pained you not to sit at that table. Since you were the only customer that came by every day, really wanting that particular spot, I figured you deserved your own table.’

‘And that’s why your cafe is as successful as it is,’ John says, pulling up, finally being able to continue driving. ‘You know your customers and you go an extra mile to make them feel special, comfortable and at ease. You make peoples day.’

‘I hardly do,’ I mumble.

‘I’m serious! I think it was a couple of days ago, when this group of older people came in. They sat near my table and when you brought them their order, they read the card and said something along the lines of, how much they needed to hear those words. And I know that this is your job, but the little extra things you do, make peoples day and it’s meaningful to them.’

Obviously I don’t want to look like a total baby, but after hearing his sincere words, I sniffle. Tiki whines and licks my face. ‘I’m sorry,’ I mumble. ‘I shouldn’t cry over this.’

‘Oh, no, Darcie,’ John says. ‘I was giving you compliments.’

‘I know, I know,’ I say. ‘When I started this cafe, I was in such a shitty place in my life. I had wasted five years with a guy who I thought I’d end up marrying, I was living with my parents again and I even lost my other shitty job at a company, because he was friends with my ex. Starting my cafe was helping me get my mind off of those things. I wanted to create a safe haven for people, a place where they can forget their own problems and hopefully I would make their day. Hearing you say all of those nice things… I never knew that it made people this happy.’ I wipe my tears away and I take a deep breath. ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to start crying in your car over nice compliments.’

John chuckles. ‘You are truly an angel, Darcie, I hope you know that.’

‘Thank you, John. It really means a lot.’

We arrive at my apartment building, I unbuckle my seatbelt. ‘So, you’re at the cafe, tomorrow?’

He nods. ‘Of course. I don’t want to miss a day.’

‘Well, I just want to say thank you. For everything you did today. You are by far the best customer anyone could have.’

John’s lips curve in a smile. He runs his fingers through his hair, a little unsure of what to do. ‘I’ll open your door,’ he says.

I can’t even tell him that I’m totally capable of getting out of the car myself, but he is a whole lot faster and walks around the car, to open the door. He holds out his hand and when I place my tiny hand in his large one, my heart is beating so insanely fast, that I’m afraid he might hear it.

This is so romantic. I don’t think that Eric ever held a door open for me.

‘Say goodbye to John, Tiki,’ I say to my dog, who really wants to have one last hug from him. She nearly jumps in his arms and he starts to laugh, causing my heart to swell.

‘Yes, cutie pie, I’ll miss you too.’ He brings his lips to Tiki’s ears and quietly says: ‘Don’t tell your mom, but I’m going to bring a lot of snacks with me.’

‘John!’ I yell, ignoring the fact that he referred to me as a mom again. ‘My dog is getting spoiled and fat at the rate you’re going. Just one snack.’

‘So, when you feed me extra snacks, it’s okay, but when I do the exact same thing for my sweet little Tiki, it’s not okay?’ He cocks an eyebrow.

I roll my eyes. ‘You’re an idiot,’ I laugh. ‘You are a grown man, Tiki is a one year old dog, who voluntarily eats cat poop off of the streets.’

John laughs loudly. ‘Touché, Darcie.’ He gives Tiki some kisses and says to me: ‘I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?’

‘I’m looking forward to it,’ I say, holding onto Tiki’s leash. ‘See you tomorrow, John.’

I walk to the entrance of my building and doorman Hugo smiles when he sees me. ‘Good evening, Darcie. I see you’ve got a different ride than usual.’

‘He is just a friend, Hugo.’ I turn around to see that John is leaning against his car. He holds up his hand, a smile toying on his face.

I wave back, but I hear Hugo say: ‘Friends don’t look at each other like that’

What does one respond to that? ‘Good night, Hugo,’ I say instead.

He chuckles. ‘Good night, Darcie.’

I look at John one more time and I smile when I see he is still standing there, looking at me.

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buckysdiary · 4 years

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It Doesn’t Matter (Pt. 9) FINALE

Warnings: Swearing, Character Death, Violence, Angst, Masochistic behaviour Pairings: Kylo Ren x Reader

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Summary: After Han Solo and Finn break you out of Hux’s impromptu prison cell, you finally find Rey. However, shortly afterwards, Kylo Ren murders his father. You, Finn and Rey all try to escape into the woods, but you know Kylo Ren isn’t far behind. But now, you will both face each other, each in a new light: you’re not under his mind control any longer, and he has nothing to hide from you.

Word Count: 6,624 (Holy cow guys, this is a mega chapter...)

Warnings: Swearing, Character Death, Violence, Angst, Masochistic behaviour

Finn and Han were sprinting through the Starkiller Base headquarters, and Chewie and I were sharp at their heels. Now and then, I would hear the chaotic sounds of blasters firing and people screaming, telling me that there was some sort of brutal attack on the entire base. We raced past dozens of empty rooms, having to conceal ourselves every so often from Stormtroopers rushing to the scene of the chaos. Finn led us through winding corridors and hallways, seemingly knowing where to go, even though it felt like we weren't making any progress in this maze of a base. I was keeping an eye out for the girl I had seen earlier (Rey, I supposed), but at least an hour had gone by, and she had yet to show up.

The shock of knowing that my squadron was alive, after believing for months that they were all dead, had been replaced with anger. Anger at my own stupidity, anger at my weaknesses, but mostly anger towards Kylo Ren. He had lied to me about everything - and because of that, I was in a completely different situation than I would have been, had I known the truth. My perspective of everything had changed; I realized that, whether General Organa had been searching for me or not, I still owed everything to her. Even if Alavai and Jaxx were dead (which they weren't), I still should have continued to push myself away from Kylo Ren, instead of finding comfort in him. I owed them that much, if not more. And Kylo Ren... I was disgusted with myself to have let him get close to me. He was a large part of the threat on the Resistance, and I had let him touch me, let him walk by my side. I still wasn't sure if what I had felt for him was a part of his control on me or not, but either way, I was horrified that I had ever even spoken with him.

As we reached the end of the corridor, Finn and Solo pushed themselves against the wall, and I followed. Several workmen jogged by us with blasters at hand, shouting orders to each other.

"Is that a PLX 2M?!" Solo whispered.

Finn looked at him confusedly. "How do you know so much about First Order artillery?" he said.

"I knew a guy who used to sell them in the underground market." Solo replied. "And, boy, what I wouldn't give to have that missile launcher right now..."

Chewie let out a small cry, holding up his crossbow.

"Yeah, Chewie, but sometimes you want to put more than just an arrow in someone's gut." Solo rolled his eyes.

Finn slowly crept to the other wall, followed by the rest of us. Across the room was a large, metal door; through it's window, I could see racks and rows of different weapons. Being a natural rebel, it was a sight for sore eyes, and I was anxious to get my hands on it all.

"Well hello beautiful..." I mumbled, unable to hide the excitement on my face.

Solo chuckled. "She sounds more like me than my own son." he said.

"Ok." Finn said, ignoring our comments. "First things first, we need some better weapons..." He gestured towards Chewbacca's crossbow, "... no offense. Then we need to get the shields deactivated on the base. The rebel squadrons will be coming in pretty soon, and they won't be able to deal any damage if we don't get those shields down first."

As Finn continued to describe his plan, my attention was locked on someone else. A chrome-clad Stormtrooper marched down the halls towards the weapons room. Their armor revealed their elevated status, along with the cape that draped over their shoulders. Granted, I had no idea who they were - I hadn't seen them on the base, despite having wandered almost the entire thing.

I tapped Finn on the arm. "That might be our ticket to the artillery room." I whispered.

"Perfect!" he said. "Alright - Solo, you cut them off by the door - just grab their attention for a second. I'll come up behind with Chewie, and then- "

Before he could finish, we heard a loud, animalistic cry, followed by a crash. Through the corridor, Chewbacca had thrown himself on top of the high-ranking officer - despite their attempts to throw him off, his weight held them in place. He looked back at us and gave a victorious yell.

"You idiot!" Finn said, exasperated. "You could have blown our cover!"

Solo pushed past Finn. "He is an idiot, don't get me wrong. But at least his heart's in the right place."

Chewbacca let out a defiant cry.

"Oh- I'm sorry, your highness, thank you very much for taking the initiative in this."

Chewbacca pulled the officer back up on their feet, and held their arms securely. Finn approached them and glared angrily through their helmet. "We need access to the artillery room."

"And what makes you think that I would give a band of fleas such intel?" she said calmly.

"Huh." I stared right through her helmet. "Never thought the First Order would give such a high rank to a woman, given how they treat them."

She turned her head towards me. "For your information, I earned my rank. Supreme Leader Kylo Ren's interest in my skill had nothing to do with my promotion."

"'For your information', bitch," I held my blaster under her chin, "... Kylo Ren doesn't give a shit about you. He doesn't give a shit about who's behind that helmet. All he cares about his himself. So stop pretending that you're the favorite one here and give us the code to the damn room."

For a moment, she stared back at me. "You're right..." she finally said. "As I recall it, you were his favorite, actually."

My cheeks grew hot from her remark. Angry, I hit her across the side of her helmet with the end of my blaster. She recoiled a bit, and her chrome exterior now had a scratch across it from my gun. Han grabbed me by the arms and pulled me away as I tried to slug her once more.

"Calm down, feisty!" he spun me around and stared at me in the eyes. "We need this thing alive, remember?"

Chewbacca growled at Solo, pointing at me.

Han sighed. "I don't know what she meant, and I don't care, ok? This chick has been helping us long enough through the base, so I'm counting on her as our way out."

Finn spoke up. "What did she mean, you're Kylo Ren's favorite?" he gave me a suspicious look.

"Oh, she didn't tell you?" the officer spoke again. "For a while now, she's become his pet. He's been keeping her in his chambers and providing protection for her. He even fought my general to keep her out of harm's way. I don't know what information she gave him to change him into her protector, thought it must have been important."

"I didn't give him any information," I said angrily. "... he said he- well, it doesn't matter what he said, I didn't make him do anything."

"Sorry girl, but it does matter." Solo looked me in the eyes again. "What did he say to you?"

My cheeks grew hot with embarrassment. I felt like a child being reprimanded for doing something I shouldn't have. Is he really going to make me say it? "He said... he said he loved me." I mumbled quietly.

"Huh?" Finn said.

"He said he loved me!" I responded, a little louder than I wanted to.

Solo now had a look of disbelief on his face. "And you believed him?! You gullible sack of scrap metal- "

"Are you kidding me?!" Finn said, and looked like he might vomit.

"Look, I get it, it's stupid!" I shouted. "You don't understand how dumb I feel for falling for it! I think he was controlling my mind with that dumb force shit, that's why I believed him!"

Solo ran a hand over his face. "Oh my god, kids these days..."

"- but I swear, I didn't tell him anything! I didn't give him information, I didn't trade anything for protection... he just, sort of did it. All by himself."

"Ok, look here, kid." He looked back at me, serious once again. "I don't care what happened. You seem alright to me, and like you've got your senses back. You've helped us so far, so I'll trust you. But so help me, if you step one foot out of line- "

"I swear, I won't."

"- you're going to be his dinner." He pointed to Chewbacca, who growled in agreement. "And it's been at least four hours since he's eaten, so he's hungry."

I looked at Chewbacca, who gave me a rather toothy, yellow grin. "I promise, I won't."

Solo nodded, satisfied with my answer. "Good. Now, what's it gonna take to get you to open the artillery room for us?" He looked at the officer.

Finn thought for a moment, before answering confidently. "I know where the trash compacter is."

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After upgrading our weapons, Finn, Chewie, Solo and I continued to sneak around the corridors. Finn kept mentioning the "Rey" that he was hoping to find, which made me wonder why everyone in the galaxy was searching for this girl. Solo and Chewie continued to mumble passive aggressive remarks to each other, despite Finn's shushing. I followed closely behind them all, still fuming about Kylo Ren's lies and the officer's remarks. My emotions were a jumbled mess from being pushed away for so long, and it was getting more and more difficult to keep them at bay.

Eventually, we had found Rey (after nearly slamming into her when turning corners). She was the girl I had seen earlier, and was much less threatening than I had assumed. Although I couldn't tell why she was so important to the First Order, I decided not to question her origin and intentions. She seemed trustworthy enough, and it was evident that Kylo Ren had traumatized her enough as well.

Upon seeing each other, she and Finn had embraced for a while, while he mumbled apologies to her and she cried. I stood there in silence, awkwardly watching and wondering how long they had been apart. Chewie stood next to me and grumbled impatiently in the silence, to which we then continued our journey through the base. At some point, amidst the chaos and commotion of personnel running around the base, fighting whatever was attacking them, Han Solo had separated from us. Chewie told us (translation provided by Rey) not to worry - that he could handle himself.

Finally, we arrived at a large, dark tunnel that ran deep into the ground - so much so that it was impossible to see the bottom. We carefully made our way across the thin platforms and bridges, making sure to avoid any of the Stormtroopers or officers below.

"Where are we headed?" I asked quietly.

"Out." Finn replied. "The Resistance is planning on blowing up the entire planet, so we need to get out of here fast."

"The Resistance is here?!" I said in disbelief. I wondered if Kiera and Delmi were there too. For their own sake, and so I had a chance to beg their forgiveness later, I hoped they weren't. "Do you know how much time we have?"

"Not long. Hopefully we can get back to the Falcon in time."

"Look!" Rey cried out, and pointed to a platform below us.

Upon peering over the ledge, my breath caught in my throat. Han Solo was standing on a bridge, right in front of Kylo Ren. My heart stopped at how close they were to each other.

"What is he doing?" I said, leaning over the railing to get a better look. Kylo Ren's body was shaking and his shoulders slumped, and with every word he said, Solo's lip would tremble. My intuition was telling me that, whatever was happening down there, it wasn't going to end well.

Rey furrowed her brow. "Is he reconciling to his father?" she asked.

Like hell he is... "We need to get him away from Kylo..." I said sharply.

"But it looks like Solo might have finally knocked some sense into that kid!" Finn was staring anxiously at the scene below. "Is... is he crying? What a big baby- "

"He's not really crying!" I said, holding my blaster into position. "He's faking it, that son of a bitch!!"

"Hey, watch it- "

The sound of my blaster firing drowned out Finn's concerned voice. I never let my weapon down until I made sure it hit its mark - right in the back of Kylo Ren's leg.

Even from the distance, I could hear his anguished cry as he keeled over. Solo looked up at us with shock and anger. He was obviously shouting in wrath, although none of us could make out what he was saying.

"What the hell did you do?!" Finn shouted, and snatched my blaster before I could fire again. "Are you crazy?!"

"I may have just saved Solo's life! That boy is a liar who would sell his own soul to get what he wants, and you can't trust a damn thing he does!!"

"Or you could have killed him!!" he shouted back.

"She's right." Rey chimed in, still watching the scene below. "He won't change. We need to get Solo out- "

Before she could finish, the sound of a lightsaber slashing echoed through the hall. We looked back to Kylo Ren and Han Solo on the platform; Kylo's lightsaber was buried deep into Solo's abdomen.

"NO!!" Finn shouted. Rey gasped in shock, followed by an anguished cry from Chewbacca.

My breath caught in my throat as I watched Kylo Ren throw Solo over the edge of the platform. I could feel my heart drop into my stomach as he disappeared into the gaping hole below. I was frozen in shock. "God, no, no no..." I muttered the words over and over, hoping it was a dream.

"He's gone..." Rey said shakily. "Solo, he's gone. Oh my god, Leia..."

Kylo Ren looked up at us, before locking eyes with Rey. If he could have had any more hatred on his face, he did. He gripped the hilt of his lightsaber tightly, as if he were going to throw it.

"Go, go!!" Finn directed Rey away from the ledge as fast as he could. Chewie and I continued to stand there in shock, staring down at Kylo Ren. He now stared back at me, somewhat shocked.

How did you get here?! His words were full of rage and resentment. I could feel him trying to dig into my mind again; that same, painful scraping from before, when he had tried to interrogate me. Yet, I didn't succumb to the pain. Instead, I was able to feel his emotions. Leaking through the wrath on the surface were sadness, regret, and pain of his own.

"Why?!" I leaned over the railing and screamed at him. "He was your father, you bastard!!"

He glared up at me, furious that I could feel his emotions. Come here, NOW.

The pull was stronger now - I was fighting the urge to obey his command, and it was harder than ever before. I closed my eyes and focused: don't do it, don't listen to him, think of something else. I directed my attention to my hands, gripping the railing as hard as they could.

"What's wrong with you?!" Finn's shout snapped me back to reality. He ran towards me, Rey close behind. "We need to go, now!!" He grabbed my arm and dragged me away from the edge.

Chewbacca began firing his blaster at whomever he could and yelled in rage. I took one last look at him - although he was beastly, I could see the pain in his expression. He was fuming and hurt that he had just lost his life-long partner, and that it was to the man's own son. He disappeared behind the walls of the room, his cries echoing, as we fled the scene.

Finn led us outside the dark and sleek interior of Starkiller Base. When I stepped out into the snow, my eyes forced themselves shut; the world around me was so white, from the snow that completely covered the planet, to the cloudy sky above. I hadn't seen such a bright setting in ages, and it was painful to look at. I followed closely behind Finn and Rey, trying to focus on their footprints ahead of me as I fought to keep my eyes open. Above us, I could hear the sounds of X-Wing and TIE Fighters firing at each other. Debris from destroyed space crafts rained from the sky, nearly hitting us as we continued to run.

Eventually, we entered into the woods. The sky was blocked out by the towering evergreens around us, but the snow still fell heavy. I could hear Finn's and Rey's strained breaths, as well as my own pounding heartbeat, now that the commotion was well behind us.

"Wait!" Rey shouted, slowing to a stop. She put her hands on her knees and tried to catch her breath.

"What is it?" Finn stopped next to her, concerned.

Rey took some deep breaths before looking back at Finn and me. Her face was covered in tears and sweat and her hair was a mess. "Where are we going?"

Finn looked around: although he knew where the fight was going on behind us, there was no other indication that we were heading towards safety. Or, furthermore, if there even was such a thing. The sky was growing darker with each second, making it even more difficult to tell what direction to go in.

"I'm not sure," he finally said, "... but we just need to get away from the fight. We need to get you back to the Resistance fleet."

"And what about Han Solo?!" I said angrily. "We're not going to talk about what just happened? That his own son just killed him, and that we had the chance to stop him? But we didn't?!"

Finn sighed. "We don't have the time for that right now, if you hadn't noticed! And there was nothing we could do!"

"There was!!" I stood firmly in front of Finn, staring at him with anger. "I tried to save Solo and you stopped me! I could have killed Kylo Ren that moment, but you wouldn't let me!"

"You had plenty of chances to kill him!!" He matched my volume. "You pranced around with him for who knows how long, and you didn't do a damn thing! You're not any better than me, or even him!! Why didn't you kill him, huh?"

I opened my mouth to answer, but I couldn't think of anything to say. Why didn't I kill him? There were so many chances I could have taken, why didn't I even think about it?

"Face it, you've become one of them, haven't you?!" He continued.

"Fuck off!!" I screamed as I tried to slug him across the face. Finn grabbed my arms and tried to fight back, although I held my stance firmly and continued to try and punch him.

"Stop it you two!!" Rey shouted.

We both looked at her. She was standing straight, her hands balled into fists, and a look of frustration hanging from her face. "What happened was awful, and I don't know what to tell Leia. But we'll have time to discuss it later. We need to get out of here, stop wasting your time and your energy being idiots!"

Finn and I looked at each other, and instantly I felt foolish. I quickly moved away from him, and he let go of my arms. We both stared in opposite directions of each other.

I understood what this was - for the first time in a long time, I was finally free of Kylo Ren. Now, all of the emotions that had been pushed back were rising up, more intense than ever. I had to control this, before I couldn't. I didn't want to be like Kylo Ren, who didn't care where his anger directed him.

"Ok." Finn broke the silence. "So what now?"

Rey looked around her, as if an answer would pop up out of the snow. "I don't know. Just keep heading away from the center of the base?"

I nodded in agreement. "That sounds good. We should be safe for a little bit - I can't hear him right now."

Rey and Finn both looked at me in astonishment. "What?" they both said.

I froze. Shit! Panicking, I frantically searched for an explanation. "Wh- uhh... y- you don't hear him too?"

"Hell no!" Finn stared at me like I was a creature he'd just discovered. "What do you mean, 'hear him' ?"

What now, what now, what now... "I, uhh, sometimes I hear him, like he's speaking to me. Directly. But, it's... it's in my head. But I hear his voice, just... in my... head."

They continued to look at me in shock. I shifted my weight in the uncomfortable silence. Stupid! Why the hell did you say that? What's wrong with you?!

"How?" Rey finally said.

I quickly shrugged. "I don't know, it just happens. He can hear me, too."

"What?!"

I slapped my forehead and sighed. You fucking idiot!! "I mean, he reads my thoughts! Erhm, but not all of them. I've been getting better at blocking him out."

"Oh, so you've been practicing with him, have you?!" Finn crossed his arms over his chest and gave me a suspicious look. Rey continued to hang her jaw in disbelief.

"No! No, that's not what I meant, just- "

Suddenly, Rey was launched into the air, screaming as she collided with the tree behind me. She was instantly knocked out as her head hit the trunk.

"Rey!!" Finn cried out, rushing towards her as she fell to the ground. I began to follow him as well - when I heard it.

Come.

I froze, fear rushing through my body. He was close. Kylo Ren was close to us. I had to get as far away from him as I possibly could.

"No..." I answered, searching for an escape. I let my feet carry me in a random direction as I tried to find any sanctuary from the situation.

Finn looked back at me desperately. "I need you to help me get her out of here!"

"I'm sorry..." the words fell out of my mouth, barely a whisper. "I can't stay here, he knows I'm here- "

"Of course he knows!" Fin shouted angrily. "He knows we're all here! We're all in deep water, not just you! If you run away now, you only put yourself in more danger, or you abandon your friends to die. Is that what you want?!"

Finn's words quickly sank into my brain. Of course I didn't want that. Just like I didn't want to leave Delmi and Kiera behind. I didn't mean to abandon them, I was just... running away. Saving myself. Finally admitting this to myself made tears flow from my eyes. I never even thought how leaving them behind would affect them, not just my own self. How could I have done that, and truly called myself their friend? "Oh my god..."

"Look, I almost ran away too." Finn said. "And it didn't just affect me, it affected Rey. I let my fear put my friends in danger - I was a coward."

"I'm not a coward." my voice shook as I spoke, more to myself than Finn. Although I knew the words were a lie.

"Then help me help her. So we can all get each other to safety." he pleaded. "If you really aren't a coward, you won't leave her behind."

I looked at Rey, still unconscious in the snow. She needs both our help. Don't abandon them again. Don't abandon Kiera and Delmi.

"Ok." I said, still shaking. I knelt down next to him. "What do we do?"

Finn searched his mind for a plan. "Chewie should be getting help... we just need to keep- "

He was cut off mid sentence by a stone colliding with his head. He was knocked back into the snow, right next to Rey.

"FINN!" I cried, dropping next to him. There was a small trail of blood running down from his forehead, although not too much; he was just unconscious, but that wasn't good either. I scanned the woods around us, searching for Kylo Ren. Strangely, the trees were the only things surrounding the area. He was nowhere in sight.

"What the hell?" I whispered, still in shock. I looked at the stone on the ground, just a few feet from me. It was smooth and glossy - too artificial to have been lying around in the woods. So where did it come from? And further, stones didn't just fly around for no good reason. It was Kylo Ren, it had to be.

I shook my head, clearing the panic from my mind. I had time to get Rey and Finn to safety. And right now, that mattered more than myself.

I quickly spotted two fallen trees, one leaning against another. It made a small shelter against the wind, and anyone who may have been coming from behind us. I scooped up Rey into my arms and carried her behind the trees. She was lighter than I had expected, and barely made a dent in the snow. Finn, on the other hand... I resorted to dragging him by his arms, and struggled to throw him over the two trunks. He landed heavily on his side, his head resting in the snow.

Come here.

A chill ran down my spine. It was him. The voice was calm and gentle, but it was him. Fear quickly flooded my veins and my heart pounded. How long has he been here?

Trust me.

"Don't you fucking dare..." I whispered, anger building in my chest. "Don't you dare think that after everything you did- "

I kept you alive. I spared you. I gave you a chance no one else had. You should be thanking me.

I squeezed my eyes shut. I knew he was lying, it was obvious now. Yet there was still a part of me, an innocent, gullible part, that thought he was right. And I couldn't drown out that thought.

You're tired. You need to rest.

"No!" I shouted, sinking to the ground. I buried my head in my knees and held my ears shut, trying to block out any thought, any lingering of him.

I know you.

"You don't know shit about me!!"

Come here.

His voice resonated throughout my head. I couldn't hear the wind anymore, I couldn't hear my own heartbeat... it was just those two words, over and over again, beckoning me to move towards Kylo Ren.

"STOP IT!!" I screamed. "Get out of my head!! Just get out!!"

Come here.

"No!" I shouted again. "I won't! Stay away from me, stay out of my head!!" I clawed at my head in attempt to distract myself from his words. They were oddly alluring to me. Instead of them being angry and violent, they were gentle. Almost as if he was cooing at me. I knew it was all a trick, but my mind was used to the softness of his voice. I was so tired, so weak, and so desperate, and the sound of his words were so enticing.

Snap out of it!! I thought to myself. Whether the words were kind or not, this was Kylo Ren; the man who manipulated everyone and lied about everything. I shouldn't have been interested in anything that had to do with him. Yet, even as I mentally screamed at my weak will, I continued to feel the want to get up and go to him.

Eventually, I couldn't resist the urge.

"I'm not crazy..." I mumbled, pushing myself off of the ground and making my way to him. I didn't know why, but I didn't bother to question it.

He was standing in front of me - where he came from, I had no idea. Upon seeing me, he removed his helmet and dropped it in the snow. His lightsaber was ready at hand, glowing menacingly against the white of the forest surrounding us. His expression was calm, though I could see a hint of anger and frustration in his eyes. I stopped a few feet away and stared at him.

"I'm not insane." I repeated - like a broken record.

"Do you actually think that?" he spat, his voice shaking in anger. "Can you even think for yourself anymore, after what I've done to you?"

What does that even mean? I thought, and Kylo Ren heard me.

"Would you believe me if I had told you that you haven't acted of your own free will since the day you got here?"

I didn't answer. I couldn't answer, I couldn't even make any facial expression to show my pain. But the inside of my head was screaming with agony, at his words and at his hold on my mind.

"Keeping you in that cell," he continued, "that was just the beginning of breaking you down. I knew your will was too strong to succumb to physical pain, and may have only gotten stronger through the torture. So I waited - it wasn't easy, and you know I'm not a man of patience. But I could see that leaving you alone in that cell was destroying your sanity. You became desperate for any sort of comfort or consolation, that it didn't matter from whom it came. Naturally, I took the opportunity, right when you had told me you had given up. You were at your weakest point, and I was able to control your emotions without you ever knowing it. I made you feel safe, at ease... and because your will was so broken, so defeated... it was simple, almost too easy, to make you think and do what I wanted. I could make you believe anything, trust anything, feel anything, all with a small thought of my own."

"If you could do all that," I said, trembling, "...if I was so broken, then why did you drag it out so long? Why didn't you just get the information you wanted and kill me?"

He didn't answer right away, as he calculated his answer. "Simple boredom." he replied. "Which was my mistake, of course. There's nothing to do on this base besides giving and taking orders. When I realized that I had created such a puppet out of you, I decided to have fun with it. Although I believe this attack could have been long avoided had I just retrieved the location of the base and disposed of you."

My brain was hazy under his trance. Each word he spoke made me think of when I had trusted him, when I had felt comfortable around him. But the memories were sour now, and tainted with the realization that it was all a game. "You..." I began as I glared into his eyes, to which he seemed intimidated. "You are nothing but weak, and you know it."

"Quiet!!" he cried, bringing his lightsaber up to my neck with a menacing expression. "You've been lied to since the moment you got here! You can't possibly know what I am!!"

"I saw what you were moments ago!" I shouted back at him, ignoring the lightsaber at my neck. "You're a monster, and a murderer! But more than that, you're the rotten bastard, a disgraceful, son-of-a-bitch- "

"I SAID QUIET!!" he growled.

"- lazy and immature coward!!"

"ENOUGH!!" Kylo Ren drew back his lightsaber and slashed it across my torso. I collapsed against the tree behind me, though he used the force to keep me standing up. I seethed and bit my tongue as I stared at the new mark on my stomach; it didn't cut through me, but it left a long stripe, stretching from one side to the other.

I looked back at him. "Just kill me!!" I screamed angrily. "You've stated your intentions, and you've shown me how I'm not a piece in this game anymore - so just kill me for god's sake!!"

Kylo Ren clenched his jaw, still fuming. "You're not going to bother asking why I'm explaining all of this to you?!"

"I couldn't give a fuck about you or what you have to say!"

He ignored me. "I'm telling you this now because, well... because I couldn't tell anyone else what I was doing to you. I've kept our secret for months, lest anyone find out the fact that I was just having fun. And as you should know, any type of isolation - whether it be keeping a secret, or not being able to speak to anyone but my own conscious - it's a wretched feeling. So, that is why I am explaining my plan to you. It doesn't matter if you know, since I'm going to kill you."

But-

"But what?" he sneered. "Did you really think I felt affection towards you? Did you honestly think I was telling the truth?" he spat the word out, as if it had tasted sour. "I must have been doing a very good job of it, then, since even now, you still believe I had feelings for you. That, or you must be terribly dense." he walked to my side, disappearing from my vision. "Think to yourself - why would I ever admire you? Why would I be so infatuated with such an insignificant person? You mean nothing to me, and you never have. Nor will you ever."

He allowed me to speak, only to answer him. "You said that I entranced you. That you were intrigued by my resilience to the force. You said - you said you loved me." I felt stupid and ashamed repeating his words - they were obviously lies. It was so damn clear now, it made me want to vomit. And I had been so blind to believe that they were true. It was sickening to know that I had ever accepted them to be real. It made me realize how weak I was, how gullible I had been.

"Not all of that is a lie." He stated, as I got back up on my feet. "I was interested in you. You had the strongest willpower of the pilots in your squadron. Possibly, of all the pilots I have come across. I was confused in how you were able to remain reserved under the force. But I never loved you." he chuckled to himself. "It's funny to think that you believed me when I said that. All it took were a few lies, and I was able to control you, little by little."

He sighed, turning to look me in the eyes. "It is, however, disheartening, to think that all this work I put into you still resulted in nothing. I had hoped that in a few weeks you would have revealed the location of the Resistance Base, but then they had to come and initiate an attack. I wasn't able to fight them off and keep you under my control. Even the most experienced Jedi can't control that much at once."

Anger welled up in my chest, and I wanted to scream. I wanted to punch, scratch, kick, do whatever I could to injure Kylo. However, the restraint holding me back from hurting him only fueled my anger, which led to tears falling down my cheeks. Everything he was saying was so painful, but now that I knew, I wasn't shocked by any of it. It was something I had expected from so wicked a person, yet every second of listening to him speak was torture.

"You think this, right now, is torture." he said. "But wait until I finally kill you."

This caught me off guard; I chuckled to myself a bit. "You know what? I've been waiting for it for weeks." I said with a sneer. I knew he hated that, and I didn't care. For the first time in a long time, I felt liberated. Kylo Ren was about to kill me. I was going to die - death was right in front of me, shrouded in black and angry that I had managed to escape his grasp more than once. I wasn't afraid. I wasn't giving up, either... I just felt at peace.

But of course, he wasn't going to let me have that. "I will thoroughly enjoy this, my dear."

As he said this, he pushed the cross hair of his lightsaber into my abdomen. A fierce heat flowed violently from the lightsaber and into the rest of my body, and my muscles twitched and seized instinctively from the wound. Even though I was still under his grasp on my mind, I stuttered and shook in pain. Tears began to fall harder, and I could feel the lightsaber cauterizing as quickly as it tore through my skin.. It was warm, but it only made the pain worse as time went on. My breath was heavy and cold, and my heartbeat had quickened drastically. I felt the pain; I knew it was pain, and it made me want to scream and writhe in agony. But all I could do was stand there and stare Kylo in the eyes, until he either released my mind from his grip, or finally killed me. And I was sure it would be the latter.

Fear

But I wasn't afraid.

Father. Han Solo.

These images and thoughts in my mind weren't my own...

Pain

These were his thoughts. Kylo Ren's thoughts. Why could I hear them? Why were they so loud in my head?

I can't do this.

I looked at him in the eyes. Does he know I can hear him? I thought. The pain from the lightsaber subsided as I continued to listen to his thoughts.

Suddenly, I noticed his expression change; he seemed angry, as if I had insulted him. His eyes widened, and leaned in closer to my face. "You will not break me!!" he spat.

The next words that slipped from my mouth... I'm not sure where they came from. I can't even say that they were my own.

"I won't be the one to break you, Ben."

Upon hearing me speak, he wrapped his hand around my throat and began to choke me. The lack of oxygen was excruciating, however, I continued to be numb to the pain.

"What did you say?" he growled.

I struggled against his grip, trying to pry away his fingers with my own. I attempted to answer him, but his hand only tightened around my neck with each gasp.

Suddenly, a blue light raced past my head. Kylo was forcefully knocked to the ground, tearing his lightsaber away from my side. I could feel the force being pulled from my head, and almost instantly, pain replaced it. I fell backwards into the snow, screaming in anguish from the pain in my abdomen. My muscles convulsed involuntarily, my head seared with pain - it was all so much at once. Only moments before, Kylo was holding me back from reacting to the wound, and now that he was gone, all I could feel was the searing heat in my side..

I weakly pushed myself up against a tree, trying to cover the wound with my hands. The blood was almost invisible on my dark clothing, but I could see the snow beneath me becoming redder and larger. My head was swimming with dizziness and I began to see spots. I could faintly hear the sound of lightsabers clashing together, and Kylo's distant shouts.

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Lullaby

Keanu Reeves x Reader (Chapter Summary- The woes of family getaways and spontaneous vacations might be the key to finally bringing Y/n and Keanu together.) (A/n- The necklace mentioned, if anyone wants to see it.)

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Chapter 4

Los Angeles Family vacations. They were great, they brought siblings together, encouraged everyone out of their comfort zones and all in all, they could be pretty fun. But, they were also pretty hectic; there was always one person who was a bit despondent with the location, another who’d have to join everyone else a day later and finally, someone who was late despite promises for otherwise. That day, the one late person was Keanu, by no fault of his own.

Okay, maybe some of it was his fault.

For the first time in a long time, he had slept way past the sounding of his alarm clock, jumping awake just as his racy dream slipped though the cracks of his subconscious. After that, Keanu had hurriedly scrambled out of bed, skidding into the walk-in shower and having the fastest shower of his life. Their flight was at seven am- it was quarter to six. Between the length of the ride to the airport and the time he’d have to spend going through security, Keanu would either have hurry up or miss his flight entirely. Hopefully he could do the latter.

With his hair still dripping wet and his skin barely toweled off, he pulled on a comfortable pair of jeans, the closest t-shirt and threw on a coat over his untidy ensemble. As Keanu grabbed his bags from the corner of the closet, he, or at least, he tried to, put his shoes on, nearly falling over. Within fifteen minutes, he was collecting his keys and wallet, and thankfully, before he had gotten dressed, Keanu had taken a couples minutes to call a car.

Before his watch, which still hung by the band from his fingers could read 6:05 am, Keanu was locking the front door behind himself, activating the security system. The black SUV already sat patiently on the curb at the top of his driveway, the engine humming idly. When he got it, the driver wordlessly peeled away from the sidewalk, speeding up the street, eventually melding into the thin early morning traffic.

Greece When Y/n awoke, pressing up from the pillow, tangled in a thick duvet, it took a minute for her to register that she wasn’t at home, the persistent swaying of the boat a little confusing. Though, by the time she sat up, taking in the room, she quickly remembered her location.

The ultra modern, luxurious yacht, which had been on loan by her parents, had been anchored at an exclusive bay, bobbed gently in the water. Warmth filtered into the cabin from the large windows to her left and when Y/n quickly tapped a switch next to the headboard, a series of little bulbs embedded into the ceiling came on at their dimmest setting, the central light source; a sleek chandelier remaining off.

The familiarity of the room was barely there, but Y/n had stayed in it before; huge and impressive, though not quite as luxurious as the master bedroom that her parents usually stayed in. Hints of navy blue and pale hardwood fixings complimented bright white in a welcoming mix of contemporary design and homey comfort. The cabin was one of two nestled on the top deck, with the other guest cabins being located on the second.

The vessel was an unnecessarily large one, sporting eight bedrooms as well as a pool, a sizeable kitchen with a large living area and a dining room. And, though Y/n’s family rarely used, “The Heather“, affectionately named in honor of her mother, it was always staffed and ready for guests. The kitchen and bar was kept stocked and the facilities were kept running, presumably for impromptu vacations like the one Y/n was taking with her friends.

Shaking off the covers, Y/n pulled on her silk robe over her loose, matching nightgown and headed to the ensuite bathroom. It was significantly smaller than the bedroom but its décor not lacking with cream marble floors and walls.

Lazily, Y/n went through her morning routine before joining her friends on the main deck for breakfast on the poolside. Jillian was the first one to greet her, standing from the set table, pulling Y/n into a short hug, “Loving this,” she winked at Y/n’s outfit; a white, chic, strapless, crochet maxi dress paired with braided sandals.

“Thank you!” When they released each other, Y/n reached for the French press and a delicate looking ceramic cup to pour herself a cup of coffee when Catharine quickly hurried over, switching out the empty tea cup for a mimosa with an orange slice wedged to the rim, “Isn’t it too early?”

“It’s eleven am,” Catharine argued, tucking a lock of blonde hair behind her ear as she sipped her own drink, grey eyes hidden behind dark designer sunglasses, “And we’re on vacation.”

“And it’s like.....one am at home,” Mathew interjected from his seat at the table, “So really its.....”

“Still early,” Tracy rolled her eyes. There were seven of them, and she was the only one drinking coffee, but considering the fact that there was a bottle of whiskey hidden in the cluster of food and dishes laid out, it was probably spiked, “I didn’t realize you were still a dumbass Matt,” she joked dryly, taking a long sip of her coffee.

Mathew scoffed, stuttering uncomfortably; searching for a comeback, only managing, “Didn't realize that you were still a bitch Trace,” he frowned and she just snickered.

“I’ve always been a bitch,” she smirked.

“Okay,” Jillian turned to Y/n setting down her slice if toast and taking Y/n’s fork from her hand, “While these two get sexy with the foreplay,” she teased sarcastically, receiving jeers of objection from them both, “We should go see the town.”

“Oh, I’ll go too,” Amanda agreed, excitedly followed by Catherine.

“Sounds fun!” Y/n determined.

It was his first actual day on vacation in Greece, Keanu and his family, despite being barely in time for the flight, had landed just as the sun had set on the previous day. They had slept in late, but the next morning, after breakfast at the hotel, he and his sister had decided to go into the small near by city to look around, though, they had ended up parting ways when she stopped at small boutique, informing him that they could meet back at the hotel

Keanu was strolling through a flea market that had dominated a side street, with booths selling everything from fun clothing items to handmade arts and crafts. The aroma of spices from inviting dishes wafted up and down the mile long street, tickling his senses. Surrounding vendors called out persuasively to potential patrons and sometimes Keanu would stop at an interesting booth, standing under the homemade tents as he picked out little trinkets.

His eyes scanned the his surroundings, really only looking for possible buys, when he caught a glimpse of someone seemingly familiar. She looked ethereal in a white dress that went down to her ankles. Parts of her legs, the ones he had dreamt of touching, kissing, were visible through spaces between the delicate crocheted pattern. Her hair flowed in soft waves, stopping at her shoulders, highlights more noticeable in the sun. A pair of large sunglasses shrouded her identity, but Keanu thought he could recognize the confidence in her gait anywhere, because even if he had only seen it in person once, it had haunted his dreams every night since then.

At the sight of Y/n, Keanu stood frozen in his place in front of a booth that sold hand-woven baskets, debating his options. Should he call out to her? Approach Y/n and her friends or just pretend that a golden opportunity to speak to the woman who had dominated his sub-conscious for two months was something he could ignore?

Though he went to and fro with his options, Keanu didn’t really have a lot of time to think on the matter, make a hurried decision of even hide like a coward, for, the minute Y/n spotted him in the crowd, she whispered something to the ladies that had accompanied her and then they made their way over to him.

Maybe he shouldn’t have been staring.

“Keanu?” Y/n called as she and her friends drew nearer.

“Y/n,” he smiled despite himself. As she approached, Y/n pushed the sunglasses up a top her head, offering him a bright smile. Much to his surprise, she pulled him into a one armed hug, the other staying at her side, holding her handbag, “I haven’t seen you since-”

“The party, yeah,” she said, her hand lingering on his forearm as they broke. Their stance resembled that of old friends, and Keanu wondered if she’d still greet him with the same friendliness if she knew what crude actions followed the thought of her when he was in private. “What brings you to Greece?” She inquired politely, “Business or pleasure?”

“Pleasure,” and when he said it, her brows raised knowingly, her smile suggestive. Clearing his throat awkwardly, Keanu shook his head, his hands slipping into the pockets of his jeans, “Family vacation,” Y/n’s mouth morphed into an unsounded ‘oh’ and he nodded. “What about you?”

“Same, I guess. We’re having sort of a spontaneous getaway,” for a couple minutes, they just stood there; he didn’t know what to say and Y/n looked as if she’d prefer whatever she was thinking to be kept just between them. After a breathy, deflated sigh and a falter in her smile, Y/n was the one to speak up, “I guess I should let you get back to your family.”

Chuckling quietly, Keanu ran a hand through his wind tousled hair, “My sister and I actually split up a ways back. I’m flying solo for now.”

“Oh!” Y/n chortled, and barely thinking of her next words, she thoughtlessly suggested, “Why don’t you walk with us?”

Before Keanu could even process her offer, a blonde girl, who Keanu only noticed when she spoke, interjected hurriedly, “Or better yet, Y/n,” she put her hands on her friend’s shoulders, “Why don’t you two walk together? Since you have so much catching up to do.”

At that, Y/n turned back to her friends, wide eyed and tight lipped, “I....I thought we were shopping together. And what about-”

“Shhh,” another woman spoke, she was a little taller than the other three, hair dyed red and cut short in a stylish pixie cut. She could have been a model, or someone that Keanu should have recognized easily, but her face was hard to place, “Just go babe, we’ll see you back at the boat.”

“Are you sure?” Y/n glanced at the only other person Keanu recognized from the party, a young lady who he had mistaken for Y/n’s sister, though, a quick internet session had proved that they were actually cousins.

“Yes,” Jillian encouraged, “Go, just text us if you need anything. And take good care of her,” Jillian turned to Keanu, offering him a warning stare.

“Will do,” he chuckled, making a cross his heart motion over his chest.

After quick goodbyes and cheek pecks, they separated and Y/n and Keanu set out on wandering the street together, their hands hanging at their sides, her shoulder barely grazing his bicep. Neither of them spoke for a while, but when Y/n did, she didn’t seem as cheery as she was before. Her tone was softer and more inquiring, “So, what have you been up to?”

Keanu shrugged uneventfully, looking around, trying to not show the effect that her presence had on him, “Not a lot. Just work.”

“Filming?” She probed as she stopped at a ceramics booth, admiring a painted vase. Her hands were so small, barely able to go completely around the curved neck. Keanu wondered if her questions were building to a point, maybe to a bigger one where she’d confront him about not going to her house, or maybe she was just being polite. He couldn’t tell.

“No,” he replied, short and brisk, only going into a bit more detail when they pulled away from the booth, the formally admired vase now Y/n’s, secured in a bag. “At Arch, we’re preparing for a show early next year.” Y/n nodded in silent understanding, “What about you?”

“Me?” Y/n returned with a shrug, “I’ve just been working,” her face was turned away from him as they continued, her eyes scanning the products of different vendors. “You know how it goes; booze, boredom and disappointment,” her words seemed so careless and completely unrelated to their dwindling conversation yet they stuck him so readily, as if it were her intention.

Maybe she had actually wanted him to come the day after the party, dare he say she was offended by his decision to ultimately not go. Apologize, he told himself. Though, right before the words could not so readily leave his lips, because, after all, he didn’t really know what to say, Y/n took his wrist, dragging him into a pub that initially appeared to be nothing more than a hole in the wall. “Come on,” she encouraged excitedly.

“Why are we in a pub?” Keanu questioned, more confused by their location than the fact that Y/n’s fingers still lingered on his hand.

“For the.....what do you call it?” Y/n snapped her fingers, reclaiming her hand, eyes squinted in concentration, “Ouzo! I’ve never had it!”

“Never?” Keanu asked curiously as they sat at a corner table. It was a small one, meant for just two people and she sat on the other side, just an arms length away. They were secured near the curve of the wall, away from the other patrons and the dim lights that hung over head.

“Nope,” Y/n confirmed. A waitress came shortly after, placing in front of them what they had ordered at the bar; two glasses, the ice water added before serving making the clear liquor turn milky white, and a small platter of meze. “The last time I came here, it was my parents, and I was like ten.”

What was Keanu doing when she was ten? The thought was enough to remind him that even though Y/n sat across from him, looking more beautiful than he remembered, she was still very young. He shouldn’t think of her the way he had grown used to, dreaming of her like that. She shouldn’t have been the object of his arousal; the face that got him off. She was someone’s daughter, and though every other woman was too, it was plainly obvious with Y/n’s age. Twenty-three was too young, it was perverse, he thought, scolding himself.

“Do you like it?” Keanu grinned, after Y/n took a lengthily initial sip.

Her pretty eyes widened with enjoyment, her smile growing, “That was amazing,” she breathed, popping a piece of cheese into her mouth. As she chewed, Y/n’s smile turned to a grimace and when she swallowed, presumably to be polite, she downed more of her drink and part of Keanu worried that she might be drinking too fast. Little did he know, she had started earlier that morning, “That was goat cheese,” she frowned, “I hate goat cheese.”

“It’s not that bad,” Keanu argued, though when he ate a piece himself, he had to scramble to wash it down with half his drink, “That was not as good as I remember it.”

The rest of the afternoon went by and neither Y/n nor Keanu paid any attention to how long they stayed at the pub, or how much they drank, but when the light filtering in from outside started to dim and Keanu suggested they leave, they both stood with a wobble. After a short to and fro about who should rightfully settle the bill, they ended up splitting it before spilling out drunkenly back onto the street.

The sun had almost completely sunk into the unseen horizon and majority of the vendors had long packed up, with only those selling food still open. More emboldened by alcohol, they joined hands as they walked aimlessly though the picturesque night life of Agios Nikolaos.

Warm, yellow artificial lighting washed the narrow streets , coming from the homes that sat on top of family owned business. Sometimes, Y/n wondered what it would be like to come from one of those families; the ones who didn’t have thousands of employees, who were totally dependent one each other to keep their livelihood a float. They must have been close, she often thought when looking on at homes like theirs, they’re relationships might have significantly paled the one she had with her parents. Y/n hadn’t even spoken to either of them since she had her friends left a couple days prior.

As if sensing her sullen mood, Keanu slowed their leisurely pace, looking down at her, “What are you thinking about?” He nudged her shoulder.

“Nothing,” Y/n waved off his question with her free hand, “It’s just, this place is really beautiful,” she gestured around them, hoping he’d believe her lie. The small, sea-side town really was a gem though. As they walked further and further, more small business mixed with aged villa styled homes lined the pleasantly worn streets. The place was like a chuck of history or maybe even vintage beauty saved in time, a treasure for those who would choose to look for it.

“It is,” Keanu hummed in agreement, “I’ve never been to this part of Greece,” he went on absently, “But my mom suggested that we come, and I can’t say I regret it.”

Y/n smiled at the mention of Keanu’s mother, just remembering that he had come with his family. When was the last time Y/n went on vacation with hers? They had stopped travelling together for pleasure when she had gone off to college, and after, she’d only take trips with them for events that her mother had been invited too or business trips with her father.

They continued in comfortable silence, their frames close together as they followed the road. The air felt cool against her skin and the alcohol flowing through her system was the only thing keeping Y/n from shivering. Keanu’s hand seemed to swallow hers up in comfortable warmth and occasionally, she’d steal glances at him, admiring his handsome profile, quickly turning back when she’d suspect that Keanu would notice.

As they walked, something to her left caught Y/n’s eye, causing her to pull Keanu towards the darkened store front of an antique shop, “Where are we going?” He chuckled, “This place is closed.”

“I know,” she frowned, “But look at this, it’s so beautiful,” Y/n pointed out a handmade piece that stood out among other fine pieces of jewelry; set in dark silver, a sizeable pearl dominated the center with other, smaller pearls around it, and finally, even tinier ones to fill the spaces. The round pendant hung on a thin silver chain that looked as if it were shined daily. The price was hidden in the velvet cushion that it laid on, but Y/n was right; it was gorgeous. “It looks Bayzantinian,” she mused, “I wonder if it’s real, and if it is, what’s it doing here?”

Keanu had recognized the necklace’s historical connection from the minute he saw it, asking himself the same questions she had vocalized, but he was a little surprised with Y/n’ s knowledge on it. Needless to say, he hadn’t expected that from her, “How did you know that?”

It took a minute before she turned to look at him, a soft smile still ghosting her lips, “Huh? Oh, when I was in college I.....knew,” dated, “This History professor. He was also an archeology junkie, and had this kind of stuff all over his house.”

Y/n explanation fell off her lips as if it were nothing, as if it were normal for her to just hang out with older men. Surly this professor in question would have to be one; not a lot of men in their twenties or thirties collected replicas of ancient artifacts - or taught college grade history.

Before Keanu could press the issue any further though, Y/n was pulling him along the side walk again, and he tried to shake off his tumultuous thoughts.

When Y/n and Keanu got to the beach, it was late and most light came from the string of beach houses and hotels a distance away from the shore. Having stopped at several other bars in their attempt to be bar hopping tourists; they were far drunker than they had been before. Keanu thought that his eyes might be playing tricks on him and Y/n didn’t think that she could trust herself to get back on the boat without falling into the water.

“We go should in!” She suggested excitedly at the thought. Without his consent, Y/n was already pulling Keanu towards the water.

“Okay, but only our feet,” Keanu tried to sound stern, but hadn't realized how slurred his words were. Despite his drunkenness, he faintly remembered that swimming whilst drunk wasn’t one’s safest move.

Clumsily, they hastily kicked off their shoes, cold water reaching their just above their ankles as they went in. A shiver racked Y/n’s body and Keanu felt goosebumps raise on his skin. Still, they stayed in and at some point, Y/n’s hand had slipped out of his and she had gone a little deeper in, until the water was at her knees. “You shouldn’t go in that far,” Keanu warned.

“Oh yeah?” She challenged with a smirk, “What are you gonna do about it?” Without giving him a minute to respond, Y/n bent forward, her hands going into the water, arms rearing back. The whole thing happened so fast that in an instant, a wave of cold, salty water was hitting Keanu in the face, soaking his hair and making his grey button up cling to his chest.

“That was not funny,” he tried to maintain a serious expression, failing miserably.

“I thought it was funny,” Y/n shot back, splashing him again, “But if its not, then maybe you should do something about it,” laughing, her expression illuminated by only the light coming from at least half mile away, Y/n took another step back. Her dress, by then, had started to billow up in the water, and instead of hanging down to her ankles, it was floating around her, waves shifting it how they pleased. Her chest was wet too, and he could see that the dress, much like the one she had worn to the party, didn’t warrant the need for a bra. It all clung to her skin in a way that was so distracting.....and arousing. After another wave hit him in the face, Y/n drunkenly suggested, “Maybe you should John Wick me.”

Keanu threw his head back in rumbling laughter, “John Wick you? What does that mean?” He questioned, taking a few steps forwards, accepting that ‘dipping their feet’ had turned into something far from it.

Y/n shrugged, her hands threaded the water around her, but she wasn’t moving, “I don’t know. But I do know that he wouldn’t just stand there and let me do that, especially if he thought it, ‘wasn’t funny’,” Y/n’s lips morphed into a teasing pout, “But you’re all bark no bite,” she continued taunting him.

Rolling his eyes, Keanu scoffed, knowing that Y/n was just trying to push his buttons. Again she splashed him and her eyes almost shouted ‘I dare you to make me stop’. Without think about it, Keanu was closing the space between them, tackling her, sending them both underwater.

Instinctively Y/n’s arms went around him, their fronts pressed together. He could feel everything, from the rise and fall of Y/n’s chest with each slow breath, to how hard her nipples had gotten from the cold and the softness of her legs on his calves. There was hair in both their faces and even as they regained their composure, Keanu still held her in his arms.

Swallowing tightly, Y/n reached to tangle her thin fingers in Keanu’s wet hair, urging his face down towards hers. That time, she didn’t wait for the air to push them together, for someone to interrupt them or for things to just happen naturally. No, instead, Y/n smashed her lips to Keanu’s. His resistance was all but existent and in a beat, he was kissing her back, his tongue slipping past he barrier of her teeth.

It was just a kiss. The kind where his hand slid down her back, holding her close, where she gently tugged on fistfuls of his hair. Y/n melted against him, crashing waves nearly pushing them down, cold, gentles breezes threatening to break the warmth they offered each other. It was just a kiss, but as Keanu groped and kneaded her behind and Y/n moaned against his touch, it was turning into so much more.

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Stucky prompt, if you’re still taking prompts. Just them wandering around in the cold weather and getting hot chocolate at the end?

oh yes domestic holiday fluff this is what im here for fuck me up

It was, in all honesty, too fucking cold to be outside. Steve knew this, because Bucky had muttered it under his breath approximately seventy three times in the six minutes they’d been outside.

But it was Bucky’s idea to go to the flea market in Central Park. His time on the run gave him a great appreciation for all of the outdoor markets -- farmers, flea, art shows.

So when Steve had said he wanted to carve a goddamn pumpkin nearly a month after Halloween and The Appropriate Time To Carve A Gourd, Bucky had jumped at the chance to scope out the newly erected pop-up market. And it was only a short walk from the tower, too. It would be great.

And then they’d actually stepped outside and Bucky promptly regretted every decision he’d ever made that could have possibly led him to this point in his life. Starting first and foremost with befriending this punk ass golden retriever who refused to by clothes in his actual size.

Christ, you could basically count his abs through his coat. All 32 of them.

Maybe golden retriever was a little off -- Steve was more like a bloodhound who refused to give up the scent of the pumpkin he was going to desecrate. They should have just gone to Whole Foods.

“It’s fucking freezing.”

“Maybe if you’d stop whining about it, you could actually conserve some warmth,” Steve shot back with exactly 0 malice, throwing an arm over Bucky’s shoulder and tugging him in.

Steve was warm. Steve was a goddamn furnace.

“What the actual fuck, Steven,” Bucky hissed, even as he huddled more into the blessed warmth, “are you running a fever?”

“I just run hot,” Steve shrugged, “Have since the serum.”

Goddamn if that didn’t make Bucky even angrier about the goddamn Great Value Walmart Brand serum he’d been shot up with. He didn’t get extra warm. He got nightmares.

Okay, that thought was unfair. They both got nightmares.

Steve still got the warmth though.

“I am sleeping with you until Spring,” Bucky decided and stated without any input at all from the filter that was supposed to hang out between his brain and his big fucking mouth.

Shit.

He chanced a look up.

Oh, yeah. Blush central.

“I meant. Like. Using you as a hot water bottle.” With abs. So many abs.

Steve cleared his throat, but he didn’t push Bucky away and that was a win, “Yeah, Buck. The bed’s more than big enough.”

They meandered through the market and Bucky was sufficiently distracted by the amount of produce they managed to grow in New York City in fucking November.

Greenhouses, apparently, were the secret.

Honestly, Bucky didn’t care if the secret was goddamn baby tears, he bought two pounds of fresh goddamn plums the week before Thanksgiving and he was over the fucking moon about it.

Thanos himself couldn’t ruin his day.

Plums.

Steve had wandered away at some point while he had been carefully selecting every single plum the poor woman had to offer.

Like a bloodhound, it would appear the Bucky needed to put the man on a leash.

Earth’s mightiest fucking defender. More like Earth’s mightiest dickhead who got distracted by anything shiny.

There was a whole section of the market devoted to artists -- selling pre-made pieces, doing sketches right then and there, and, where Bucky eventually found Steve, some who were selling art supplies.

Even without his human furnace, Bucky felt warm.

Steve hadn’t drawn in a good long while. Since he came out of the ice, really. And he got super fucking squirrely when asked about it.

So Bucky, not being an idiot, turned on his heel and marched back towards the produce to find his big, dumb idiot a big, dumb, motherfucking pumpkin.

And the irony of the whole situation was that Bucky practically froze his goddamn balls off for Steve to carve a stupid pumpkin and no one in the market was selling pumpkins.

Bucky found plums (which, thank you giant turtle in the sky) but the produce that was actually in season? No dice.

They were going to end up at Whole Foods anyways.

Fuckin bullshit.

He did, however, find a stand selling hot chocolate. And not that shitty powdered bullshit that Clint tried to force down his throat. Like, real hot chocolate. Made in a fucking pot on the stove, with heavy cream and milk and a lot of stirring.

Bucky bought two of the largest size they offered and got the old man’s card. There really was a god.

By the time he found Steve again, the other had a small, clear plastic bag and a soft, shy smile on his face that only widened when Bucky held out the styrofoam cup of liquid happiness.

“Real hot chocolate, Stevie.” Was all he said. He wasn’t going to question the bag. He was just going to let Steve do his thing.

Steve would share when he was ready.

“Also,” Bucky added, staring up at the sky with a tiny, content smile as the first snowflake caught in his eyelashes, “I have been to every corner of this market, and there are exactly 0 pumpkins.”

“Well, shit,” Steve said back, though he really didn’t sound all that torn up about it, settling back into his preferred position with his arm around Bucky, all up in his space like he owned it.

He kinda did.

#stucky #asks #promps #steve rogers #bucky barnes

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Inktober #14: Overgrown

Not sure what I’m doing with 13: Ash yet, so here, have 14. This features a character from the Cold Light universe but not part of that book. He’s a Proxima, like Meg, but instead of becoming a hero or villain with his powers... he does something else.

Max looked over the yard. “Yikes.”

The executor nodded. “It looks like they didn’t do anything to take care of the yard for the past 10 years. When Walter died, the paramedics had to borrow a weed clipper from the wife to get the walkway wide enough that they could get the stretcher through.”

“My God,” Max said. “Is – was there any chance they could have saved his life otherwise?”

“Oh, no, I’m sure there wasn’t,” the executor said. “He was pronounced DOA. But Helen wants to sell the place and move to an assisted living community. Apparently Walter’d been telling her for ten years that he was having things taken care of – either he was doing the chores, or he was having a landscaper come by, or something – and with her being mostly bed-ridden, she took his word for it.”

“That poor woman. She really hasn’t left her house in ten years?”

“Aside from going outside to bring in grocery and package delivery, neither did Walter. We’ve found a few paths he made through the underbrush to get to the gate where they’d leave the packages, but they weren’t big enough to bring the stretcher through.” The executor shook his head. “The best we can figure, either he was a hoarder of garden vegetation, or he had the worst cast of procrastination anyone’s ever seen.” He gave the suburban jungle one last eyeing-over before turning to Max. “What can you do with this?”

“A lot,” Max said, “but too much of that growth is woody for me to just make it all disappear. When green-stem plants die, like flowers and tomatoes, they just collapse to the ground, but woody plants like trees and shrubs and some kinds of vine will still be there when they die… they won’t continue to grow, their roots will shrink and they’ll dry out and be easier to dig out or cut down, but it’s still going to take some work to remove them.” He pulled at a woody vine that had completely swallowed the white picket fence… at least he thought it was probably a white picket fence from the tiny bits of picket that showed through the vines.

“Well, any cost from landscapers coming in and cutting down whatever’s left after you do your job will be more than made up for by what Helen can get from selling the house, and it would cost a lot more to have them cut it all down while it’s alive.”

“Not to mention the rats.” Max looked at the executor. “You did know about the rats, didn’t you?”

“Uh… no. Helen didn’t mention rats.”

“Just for due diligence, she doesn’t have a family of pet possums or a colony of feral cats living on the property, does she?”

“She has two cats, they’re indoor cats and fixed.”

“And they’re not on the property anymore? It’s important that nothing she wants alive should be on the property at the moment.”

“I get that.” The executor’s smile was nervous. Max took a step away from the man, casually, as if he was inspecting the vines, and saw out of the corner of his eye the executor relax slightly. “She’s got her cats with her, I believe.”

“Staying with kids or something?”

“No, a friend’s house. Walter and Helen never had any kids.” The executor snorted. “If they had, I’d be having words with those kids now. Walter was obviously mentally ill or something, and Helen wasn’t physically capable of enforcing him dealing with the yard even if she knew there was a problem, but if they had kids, there would be no excuse for anyone letting their parents live like this.”

“There’s some smallish creatures in the house. Can we confirm she doesn’t have fish, or other terrarium pets she might have left behind?”

“Huh. She did go to her friend’s in a hurry; it’s not like she’s moved out yet. I’ll check.”

While the executor called the widow to confirm whether or not the lives Max was sensing in the house were wanted or not, Max walked along the fence. Most of the life he was going to have to deal with was deep inside, nowhere near the fence. It was a large property, and he wasn’t going to be able to do it by radiating an area of effect, since there were neighbors. He sighed. Dammit, he was going to have to get the hedge clippers himself, or a machete or something, just to get deep enough into the yard to be able to do his job.

“I don’t get paid to be a gardener,” he muttered.

Well, he didn’t get paid to be a plumber either, but there’d been that colony of mutant amphibious mice that he’d had to track through the pipes in that one house. And at least the homeowner was willing to make a clean sweep, none of “don’t touch my prize rosebushes but get everything else”.

Still, he made a mental note to quote the executor a 20% increase in his usual fee.

“Good news,” the executor said. “Nothing in the house is supposed to be alive.” A little nervously, he asked, “How do you know there’s living things in there? Can you tell what they are?”

“I can tell their approximate size, and, vaguely, about how high off the ground they are,” Max said. “What I’m seeing could be consistent with pet fish, or animals in terrariums… or it could be a few colonies of mice living in the walls. There’s also a lot of insect life, all over. Uh. I think maybe you’re gonna want to check for termite damage after I’m done.”

“Wait, there are termites?”

“Some kind of insect living in parts of the wall that I think might be studs,” Max said. “Could be something like powder post beetles if there’s wooden furniture up against the walls.”

“But you can take care of them?”

“Sure can, but I can’t fix the damage they might have done, so get the place inspected thoroughly before you put it on the market. I can certify that I treated the place for you, once I’m done; I’m licensed to certify state-approved no-toxin extermination was performed. There’s bedbugs, too. That’s weird for people who never leave the house.”

“I’ll just… have the mattresses burned.”

“No need, I can deal with those little suckers too, including the eggs. But the mattresses should be thrown out; there’s gonna be tiny little bloodstains all over them. Nothing bio-active, but people looking at it won’t be able to tell it’s been sanitized. Don’t burn them, the chemicals mattresses are made of turn toxic when you set them on fire.”

“Anything else?”

“Major flea infestation. Those poor cats. Let the friend know and get the homeowner have them professionally treated right away.”

“Is that something you could do?”

“Not without making the cats sick. I don’t do parasites on living creatures; I’m an exterminator. I kill stuff. People aren’t a big fan of exposing their pets to things that kill stuff.” It wasn’t impossible; he’d killed skin cancer once, and the person who’d had the melanoma was still alive, but it was delicate work and dangerous and he’d only done it because his friend hadn’t had insurance and he’d been terrified the thing would metastatize before his friend could raise the money for chemo. Also because chemo was probably worse for people overall than one exposure to a pinpoint death touch. Cats were more fragile than people anyway.

“Okay, I’ll let Helen and her friend know. If Helen’s cats infest her friend’s house with fleas, you’d be able to help with that, right?”

“Yep, with all the usual caveats. Get your pets out of the house for the day, that includes any fish, prized houseplants, and if you want me working on your garden you show me every plant you don’t want dead when I’m done, yadda yadda.”

“Sounds good. So when do you want to get started on Walter and Helen’s yard here?”

Max pulled out his phone, did some quick calculations, and presented the executor with the total. “You can give me a check now, or you can call my secretary and give her the credit card number over the phone.”

“We’ll do a check, that’s simplest.” The executor didn’t even blink at the price. Silently Max kicked himself for not raising the price even higher.

“And I’m gonna need those hedge clippers.”

“I figured as much.”

***

Half an hour later the executor was gone, driven off to get lunch or something, far more than a safe distance away. Max could sense as far as a city block, but he had no idea if he could actually drain life that far away, because he’d never tried.

Numerous supervillains had tried to recruit him since he’d discovered his powers around the age of 14, but Max thought that capes were, in general, ridiculous people. Well, the Peace Force were all right, as heroes went, and his doctor was great despite being a supervillain in her spare time, but why the hell would he ever want to work a job where the entire reason he was on board was to threaten to kill people, or actually do it? He still had nightmares about his grandfather’s death, and the man had been in his 60’s, old enough to die of a heart attack even if Max had had nothing to do with it. Max felt bad when he accidentally killed someone’s pet goldfish – which had happened, in the beginning of his career, because idiots heard “get your pets out of the house” and for some reason mentally tacked on “except for your fish, they aren’t really alive.” Why would he ever want to kill anything another person cared about, let alone a person themselves? Hell, the only mammals he was cool with killing were the rats and mice, and that was mainly because they carried disease and ate people’s food. He wouldn’t take on rural assignments, they kept wanting him to dispose of bunny rabbits and gophers. No thanks. And he didn’t do birds. Pigeons were beautiful creatures and geese were shitheads but mostly just because they weren’t scared of humans, and Max respected that.

His extermination business was certified by the state to be wholly organic and no-toxin, which was good for the environment and for the health of the people he helped. From Max’s perspective, he’d taken a power that terrified most people and kind of screamed “supervillain” to anyone who paid attention to capes, and used it to improve the life and health of people and their pets.

He started at the gate, where the paramedics had hacked a pathway to the house wide enough to get the stretcher through. The pathway was partly the actual original walkway, partly ground that had once been occupied by tall pokeweed plants. As Max walked along the path, he cast his awareness out as far as he could see, to the limit of the yard edge or his eyes’ vision, whichever came first. Life everywhere, from the bacteria and the worms in the dirt to the weedy jungle overrunning every square inch of the yard.

They’d have to replace the worms, when he was done. If Max was going to get all the seeds, he’d have to get everything within the top six inches of the soil. He could leave the bacteria alone – they were small enough that they couldn’t be anything else, and soil needed bacteria to rot the things he was going to kill – but worms were, unfortunately, indistinguishable from small plant shoots, and the garden wouldn’t do well once the worms were all dead.

He stood in the middle of the area he’d mentally bounded, and pulled life energy from it.

Most of the plants slumped immediately. The pokeweed, which wasn’t exactly woody but was easily the thickest non-woody stem Max was familiar with, stood up for a while even as its leaves shriveled, but eventually collapsed on itself. The woody vines and the overgrown shrubs lost their leaves, pulling the water out of any extremity they had in a doomed effort to save themselves. Plants interpreted the pulling of their life force as dehydration, probably because they weren’t evolved to experience this kind of death from any other force.

When he was done… there were still woody sticks and vines and leafless shrubbery everywhere, but everything green was gone, slumped to the ground.

With the clippers, he began cutting himself a path through some raspberry plants that had gotten way out of control, moving toward the side of the house. Once he was far in enough that he could see an area of the yard he hadn’t been able to see before, he did the same thing. Set the range, then pull the life.

It was very important to Max that he could physically see the area he was killing. He could sense life, and its approximate size, so things like the time some absolute shithead had left a child playing in the basement weren’t a real danger for him. He’d notice something as large as a child right away, and had, that time. (He couldn’t prove that said shithead had wanted him to kill the kid so they could sue his insurance for wrongful death, but at the very least the act had been neglectful enough that he’d seen the kid taken away and given to a foster family, and he’d testified at the hearing that had terminated the asshole’s custody. The kid had deserved better.) But kittens, puppies, songbirds, other creatures like that… life came in sizes, for him, and he couldn’t tell the difference between a mouse and a hummingbird, aside from the fact that hummingbirds didn’t stay still as often as mice did and were usually found higher than mice (not always, though… mice climbed on things.) So outside, where most living things were just minding their own business and not bothering the humans, he wanted to be able to see what he was killing.

Back out of where he was, head up to the porch, over to its side where he could see the other side of the yard. Set the range, pull the life. He included part of the house itself in his sweep this time, killing infestations of insects and an absurdly high number of rats and mice. What the hell had been wrong with that guy, that he’d let his disabled wife live in this shithole without doing anything to maintain it or keep the pests under control? Max got the concept of procrastination – the dishes in his own sink hadn’t been done for a week, he just kept killing the fruit flies and mold rather than actually washing them because he hadn’t run out of dishes yet – but this was appalling. He really didn’t want to go in the house, and from what he could see through the windows of the piles of clutter everywhere, the house plainly didn’t want him to go in, either. Hopefully he’d be able to get the place fully sterilized without having to enter.

The whole job took two hours. It was easily the longest a yard this size had ever taken him. By the time he was done, he was twitching with restless energy. The life went somewhere when he took it – it went into him. Max was in his thirties, but physically looked and felt like a man barely out of college; he grew facial hair just so people would take him seriously as a business owner. He’d been sick exactly once since he’d developed his power, mainly because he’d been binge drinking a lot at the time, and apparently that suppressed his immune system no matter how much life force he was brimming with. Max used to know a guy whose power allowed him to siphon off the excess life energy, which he used to pay Max for since he could use it to help sick people for cash, but someone had shot the dude last year and Max hadn’t found anyone else with a similar power set yet.

So here was the part where he wound up the job and went to the gym, because he had to do something to get rid of the energy, and neither of the exactly two girlfriends he’d had in his life had been able to keep up with him in bed when he was like this, so he needed other outlets.

As he left the place, Max looked back at the disaster of a yard. It actually looked significantly worse now – instead of green overgrowth covering everything, now it was sparser, but winter-brown and dry, nothing but lifeless shrubs and the tracery of woody vines still twined around everything despite being leafless and dead. But at least now, the landscapers would have an easier time of it; there’d be no difficulty telling the difference between legitimate, desired plants and weeds when all of them were dead, and dead plants were significantly easier to cut or remove.

He pulled out his cell phone as he headed for his car. “Hey there,” he said to the executor’s voice mail. “I finished the job. Go ahead and send the landscapers in before rats move into the vacuum I just left.”

Max really needed to find someone else who could siphon his excess energy, he thought. The money he’d just made was good, but it’d be better if he could do two or three jobs this size in a day without having to have a few hours in the gym to burn it off before draining anything else. Although, on the plus side, at least now he was really, really buff. Too bad that didn’t help much on the dating scene after he told girls about his power, but it wasn’t like he was going to lie.

#inktober 2019 #proximas (alara rogers)#super powers

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23 things on 'The Office' you've never noticed before

The Office is truly the show that keeps on giving.

Though the NBC comedy has been off the air since 2013, the discussion surrounding it is still very much alive. To this day, fans keep finding new, hilarious Easter eggs in the show.

The more than 750,000 diehards who come together on r/DunderMifflin to chat about the program are experts at pointing out the hidden details they pick up mid-rewatch.

We've compiled 23 of the best. Find out how well you really know your stuff.

SEE ALSO: The 65 absolute best moments from 'The Office'

1. David Wallace *also* has a world's best boss mug

If you thought Michael Scott was the sole best boss in the world, you're wrong! At least according to the desk mugs ...

Turns out David Wallace, chief financial officer of Dunder Mifflin, has a World's Best Boss mug on his desk, too. It's visible in the Season 2 episode, "Valentine's Day." It's black and has a more obnoxious font than Michael's. It's unclear whether David Wallace bought his own mug.

Will the real World's Best Boss please stand up? Oh look, it's Michael!

Image: the office/netflix

2. Michael uses his own brand of salad dressing

In the second episode of Season 4, Michael and Jan are chatting about ageism in his office while eating salads. Everything seems normal until you look closely: The salad dressing on the table is Michael Scott's own personal brand, "Great Scott."

Great Scott!

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The jar is adorned with a homemade label featuring Michael's face and a bowl of salad. Thanks to a deleted scene from the previous episode, "Fun Run," we know all about it.

"What do I look like to you, Paul Newman? That's actually not a good example, because I have been compared to a young Paul Newman, my eyes and my face. And I make my own salad dressing," Michael says in the deleted scene, which starts around 4:10. "I mix Newman's Ranch with Newman's Italian. Sell it at flea markets for a slight loss. I could make ... I could make a profit if I changed one of the ingredients to Wishbone, but I won't do it."

3. That Dunder Mifflin Newsletter was trolling us

In Season 1, Episode 4, viewers get a glimpse of an old Dunder Mifflin Employee Newsletter. The Easter egg lies within the text.

In a classic move, the people writing the words didn't take the time to crank out a full article. Rather, they wrote a bit of sensical information followed by absolutely anything.

"A lot of useless information"

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"Welcome to yet another exciting edition of the Dunder Mifflin Employee Newsletter," the article begins quite reasonably. But by the second paragraph, things get meta.

"As anybody can easily tell, this newsletter doesn't really have a lot to say. It's really just a prop to fill some space and sort of look like a newsletter without really being much of a newsletter at all ... In fact, at times we can probably get away with not using real English words, such as kjgavbiwiwpo..."

This isn't even the only time The Office writers did this. Now you know!

4. Jim signs Meredith's pelvis cast "John Krasinski"

Remember when Michael hit Meredith with his car and she had to get a cast on her pelvis? John Krasinski does! Because in Season 4, Episode 3, he signed it ... as himself, not his character Jim Halpert! Whoops.

Hmm ...

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5. Stanley's resolution was, um, telling

In "Gossip," the first episode of Season 6, Dunder Mifflin Scranton learns Stanley's been cheating on his wife, Teri, with some woman named Cynthia. In Season 7, Episode 13, it's crystal clear that hasn't changed. Stanley's resolution card literally says, "To be a better husband and boyfriend." Boy, have you lost your damn mind?

To be fair, everyone's resolutions are a lot.

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6. Oscar's drinkin' prop wine

Oscar was so excited to drink the wine in Season 8, Episode 12, no one realized the prop label was still on the bottom of the bottle. If you pause the episode you can clearly see a piece of tape with the word "Oscar" on that bottle of, um, Chateau Galmon?

"I am Bacchus, God of wine!"

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7. Michael keeps his broken plasma on the wall for a while

Michael and Jan broke up after all hell broke lose in the Season 4 episode, "Dinner Party," but he held onto a key reminder of his ex well into Season 5.

In "Dream Team," Pam visits Michael's place to start the Michael Scott Paper Company, and his pride and joy — the mini plasma TV Jan shattered by throwing a Dundie Award at it — is still mounted on the wall. The most hilarious part of the situation? Michael clearly got a new television, which he placed directly under the broken flatscreen, neglecting to trash the old one.

Could it be he wasn't ready to let go — or that Jan mounted it on the wall and he had no idea how to take it down? We may never know.

Two TVs ...

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8. He then attempts to sell the broken plasma

Finally, in "Garage Sale," Episode 19, of Season 7, Michael is finally ready to part with his tiny broken plasma. But rather than throw it out, he attempts to SELL IT at the warehouse garage sale. Come on, dude.

Nope.

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9. Return of the clown art

Speaking of that warehouse garage sale, another familiar object was for being sold: That creepy clown painting that used to be stuck to the walls of Jim and Pam's house (aka, Jim's parent's old house). Wonder how they finally got it off the wall ...

No one will buy that clown painting.

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10. Bob Vance was possibly a marketing genius

Any fan of The Office knows that Phyllis' husband, Bob Vance (of Vance Refrigeration), loves to plug his business whenever he gets the chance.

But one theory considers the idea that Bob Vance wasn't simply trying to market Vance Refrigeration to Dunder Mifflin employees — instead, perhaps he was constantly repeating his company name for the cameras filming the Dunder Mifflin documentary in hopes that if the footage ever aired it'd be free advertising. Genius.

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11. Michael ate tiramisu from the trash

This one's kind of a long story, but in Season 5, Episode 10, Jim gives Pam a piece of tiramisu as a peace offering after going out to lunch with Michael.

Pam rejects the offering and throws the tiramisu away, but in a later scene we see Michael eating a piece of tiramisu at his desk. Though some speculate Michael also brought tiramisu back from the restaurant, he's seen walking into the office alongside from Jim empty-handed and even claps at a joke.

Michael later takes a shot at Pam, scolding her for throwing away "perfectly good tiramisu" just because it has a hair on it, so all signs point to him digging Pam's dessert out of the trash.

12. This extremely deep paper clip find

In Season 5, Episode 1, Michael introduces Pam to the office's replacement receptionist, Ronnie, via video chat, explaining that Ronnie is unable to find "those little colored paper clips" he likes so much.

Somehow, an Easter egg mastermind discovered that Jim and Pam's license plate, CHD-0032, is the model number for those clips Michael likes. (If you Google the plate number, they come up.)

13. Jim's title in Stamford was "Assistant Regional Manager"

Dwight spent season after season begging for the title "Assistant Regional Manager" instead of "Assistant to the Regional Manager," and all Jim had to do to get it was transfer to the Stamford branch. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

In Season 3, Episode 6, Jim falls asleep at his desk, and we get a peek at that nameplate, baby!

The real deal

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14. Creed's fake name is the actor's real name

In Season 4, Episode 4, Creed Bratton — the character on The Office played by actor Creed Bratton — explained that whenever he gets into financial trouble, he transfers his debt to a man named "William Charles Schneider." Turns out William Charles Schneider is actor Creed's real name, and there's a good chance that's his real passport.

15. Michael's wallet looks like a '90s DIY project

Does Michael Gary Scott carry around a bedazzled wallet? That's absolutely what it looks like...

16. Jim wears a wig in Season 3

John Krasinski's received some feedback on Jim's floppy hair over the years, but if things looked a little off in Season 3, it wasn't his fault.

Krasinski had to cut his hair short for his role in the film Leatherheads, which gave him no choice but to wear a wig during the last six episodes of The Office's third season. Krasinski further explains his hair challenges in this interview starting at around 2:15.

Wig Tuna

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17. St. Patrick's Day celebrations were lit

Season 6, Episode 19 is dedicated to St. Patrick's Day, and the office really goes all out. For example, did you notice Michael has an Italian flag on his desk instead of an Irish one, or that they dyed the water in the community water cooler green? LOL.

The closest the Irish get to Christmas

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18. Andy's Call of Duty username is extremely Andy

Viewers get a glimpse of Andy playing Call of Duty in Season 3, Episode 5 of the show. If you look closely you'll see his username is a very fitting "Here Comes Treble" — named after his college a cappella group, who we later hear about in the Season 9 episode, "Here Comes Treble."

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19. Creed possibly has a mugshot hanging at his desk

Does Creed casually have his mugshot hanging above his desk? Honestly, we wouldn't put it past him.

20. Jim's last name is misspelled on his wedding sign

Congrats to Pam Beesly and Jim HalpRET on their wedding. Was this a typo or an intentional joke? We can't keep track anymore.

Hmm...

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21. Wait, who is that?

You know when TV shows like actors so much they bring them back to play other roles in the future? How about when they replace a character with a different actor and expect viewers not to notice or to be totally fine with it? The Office is guilty of doing both of those things.

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Dwight's nephew in the show's final season was also an extra in Season 7's "WUPHF.com" episode. Elizabeth, the stripper hired throughout the course of the show, appeared in the "Ben Franklin," "Fun Run," and "Finale" episodes, yet not everyone seemed to remember her. Andy's parents and Pam's mom were recast throughout the series. And Dwight hired Devon, the employee Michael fired in Season 2, back in the finale.

22. John Krasinski shot the opening Scranton footage

This one's less of a "did you notice?" and more of a "did you know?" but John Krasinski, the man you know and love as Jim Halpert, is semi-responsible for the iconic Office intro. According to TV Guide, Krasinski shot scenes from the opening credits sequence while on a research trip.

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23. There's a nod to the UK version of the show

What would the U.S. version of The Office be without a reference to the UK version of the series?

The address of Dunder Mifflin's Scranton office is 1725 Slough Avenue, Scranton, PA, which is special because there's a town in the UK called Slough, where the UK version of the show just so happens to take place.

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And that's not all. When you search in the Scranton branch's address in Google maps it shows Pennsylvania Paper & Supply Company, the building that's featured in the intro footage, and Poor Richards Pub, the Dunder Mifflin employees' go-to place for Happy Hour.

So there you have it, fans. The writers, cast members, and show runners of your favorite comedy were even more clever than you realized. Now it's time to re-watch the show and see if you can spot any other hidden treasures.

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Prompt List #2 (D-H)

Send a request with the number(s) and which prompt list it’s from if you don’t give me the prompt list I will just assume its from #1. and also Give me the character you want!

[Example request]: Can I please have number 2 from prompt list #7 and number 72 from prompt list #10 for peter parker where the reader finds out Pete’s spiderman

You can send in your own prompt(s) or just send in a request without one. these are here to use at your leisure (Most of these are not mine. Credit goes to those who made them.) I am add to this list occasionally so check back later for new ones. This is prompt #2 (D-H)

I do not take straight up smut requests even if some prompts sound slightly dirty. (I might change my mind who knows send me your smut request and i might decide to do it) There may be some repeat prompts but bare with me I’m trying to clean them up. Thanks enjoy!!!!!!

There are 289 prompts in this list

D-did I ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are?“

Daddy, how did you and mommy fall in love?”

Damn, when did y/n get hot?“

Damn, you’re strong for a little thing.”

Damned if I do, damned if I don’t.“

Dance with me!”

Dance with me.“

Dance with me? But there’s no music!”

Dear Diary, …"

Define normal.“

Despite what you think, I am completely capable of taking care of myself”

Detention? again?“

Diamonds.”

Did I ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are?“

Did it ever occur to you that you’re hurting me too?”

Did someone eat half of the cookies?!?“

Did someone spike the eggnog?”

Did you actually get a Santa suit?“

Did you actually just climb in through my window? You couldn’t have been normal and used the door?”

Did you buy me… lingerie?“

Did you do something different with your hair?”

Did you do this to yourself?“

Did you get my text?”

Did you have to sneeze in my face?“

Did you hear that?”

Did you just call that alligator by name?“

Did you just casually throw an ax?”

Did you just fall? No, I attacked the floor. I’m freaking talented!“

Did you just flick me?”

Did you just go throw up?“

Did you just hiss at me?”

Did you just see that?“

Did you know they used to be called ‘Jumpolines’ until your mum jumped on one?”

Did you need something?“

Did you read it?”

Did you see my phone?“

Did I actually sleep through New Years?”

Didn’t you read the sign?“

Disgusting.”

Do I get bonus points if I act like I care?“

Do I have to ask you again?”

Do I look like I’ve moved on?“

Do I regret it? Yes. Would I do it again? Probably.”

Do it. I dare you.“

Do it. Take a chance, I’m begging you. You don’t want to spend the rest of your life wondering what could have been.”

Do not tempt me.“

Do that again.”

Do us a favor… I know it’s difficult for you… but please, stay here, and try not to do anything… stupid.“

Do we have to kiss at midnight?”

Do we have to?“

Do we like…hold hands now?”

Do you believe in aliens?“

Do you believe in ghosts?”

Do you believe in love?“

Do you ever chill?”

Do you hate me?“

Do you have a problem with me?”

Do you have a ride home?“

Do you know what’s funny?”

Do you like it?“

Do you need that much candy?”

Do you promise?“

Do you really need all that candy?”

Do you really need those?“

Do you think I’m scared of a woman?”

Do you think other species have their own kind of drugs? Like something that gets them high?“

Do you think you can teach me that?”

Do you treat all your hookups like this?“

Do you trust me?”

Do you two still talk?“

Do you wanna Build a-”-Absolutely not.“

Do you want me to accept you as you are, or do you want me to lie to myself and try to like you?”

Do you want this?“

Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now”

Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now?“

Do you want to kiss me as badly as I want to kiss you right now?”

Do your parents even realize they’re living proof that two wrongs don’t make a right?“

Do yourself a favor and ignore anyone who tells you to be yourself. Bad idea in your case.”

Does it Hurt?“

Does this make me some kind of hero?”

Dogs don’t wear clothes!“

Don’t call this number again.”

Don’t argue. Just do it.“

Don’t be a smart ass.”

Don’t be afraid.“

Don’t be embarrassed, it’s normal.”

Don’t be scared, I’m right here.“

Don’t come back.”

Don’t cry.“

Don’t deny it”

Don’t die on me– Please.“

Don’t drink that! I saw that guy slip something in there!”

Don’t fuck this up.“

Don’t give me that puppy dog face. How am I supposed to say no to that?”

Don’t leave me. Don’t you dare leave me.“

Don’t leave me…”

Don’t let the negativity get to ya! Here, have a flower!“

Don’t let your mind wander, it’s far too small to be let out on its own.”

Don’t lie to me.“

Don’t look at me like that.”

Don’t look for any redeeming qualities. I don’t have any.“

Don’t look in her eyes, she might steal your soul.”

Don’t make me come over there myself!“

Don’t make me pop your ten grand sandbags, honey.”

Don’t make me regret this.“

Don’t make me tape your mouth shut.”

Don’t mind if I do.“

Don’t open those till later!”

Don’t play me for a fool, I know exactly where you were.“

Don’t pretend I didn’t just see what you were doing.”

Don’t promise me you won’t leave. Just don’t leave. I don’t think I can handle another promise right now.“

Don’t say another word.”

Don’t say that.“

Don’t sell yourself short.”

Don’t start with that again.“

Don’t talk. Please.”

Don’t tell me to shut up.“

Don’t tell me we’re in matching costumes AGAIN.”

Don’t test me.“

Don’t thank me for insulting you. It was my pleasure.”

Don’t touch me.“

Don’t try to fix me. I’m not broken.”

Don’t worry about it.“

Don’t worry, you’ve got me to take care of you.”

Don’t you dare say/do that to me.“

Don’t you dare touch _______!”

Don’t you dare!“

Don’t you ever change.”

Don’t you get it? I’m in love with you and it scares the hell out of me.“

Don’t you give up on me.”

Don’t you just hate those things you say that make you feel really blonde?“

Don’t you just love it!”

Don’t you know how to knock?“

Don’t you love me?”

Don’t you realize that there are already enough people to hate in the world without you putting in so much effort to give us another?“

Don’t you think this is too much Fall decorations?”

Don’t you think you’re a little too old to be using cheesy pickup lines?“

Don’t you think you’ve done enough?”

Don’t you trust me?“

Drop the attitude.”

Easier said than done.“

Eggnog rules, bite me.”

Eggnog sucks, fight me.“

Enough with the sass!”

Even when we were kids, I always kicked your ass!“

Every day I get with you is a good day.”

Everyone gets so annoyed by how much I talk about you sometimes.“

Everyone’s entitled to act stupid one in a while, but you really abuse the privilege.”

Everything is fine.“

Ew, that is so sappy, I might vomit.”

Excuse me. I have to go make a scene.“

Excuse me?”

F-Fuck.“

Fair enough.”

Feed me that chocolate I’m busy"

Finally! Snow!“

Fine, don’t say anything and make me worry.”

Fine.“

First one to make a noise loses.”

First rule, no being a heathen.“

First second I saw you and I couldn’t get over how beautiful you were.”

Flea markets don’t carry fleas, you know?“

For starters, that’s impossible.”

For the last time, I AM NOT JEALOUS!“

Forget it.”

Forget the douche. He’s a dick. He’s a dickdouche.“

Forgive me. Not for my sake, for yours. Forgive me.”

Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.“

Fuck you”

Fuck- please just pretend to be my date until we can leave this joint?“

Fuzzy socks.”

Generally speaking, you aren’t learning much when your lips are moving.“

Get away from me.”

Get it away from me- that’s disgusting!“

Get out of here! This is my hiding spot!”

Get out of my way!“

Get out!”

Get over it, pussy.“

Get that thing away from me!”

Get your hands off of me!“

Ghost hunters.”

Ghosts are real, I’d know because I am one.“

Gingerbread people are very serious!”

Girls night in?“

Give it back!”

Give me a chance.“

Give me a reason not to turn around and walk away now.”

Give me anime or give me death.“

Give me back my phone!”

Give me that back!“

Go ahead and hit me.”

Go back to bed.“

Go back to sleep.”

Go fuck yourself.“

Go home.”

Go on, knock his teeth down his throat.“

Go on… Touch it.”

God, you always make me blush so damn much.“

Going somewhere?”

Good story, but in what chapter do you shut the fuck up?“

Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion.”

Good, bad, I’m the one with the gun.“

H-how long?”

Haha, made you look.“

Haha. Nice try. Magic isn’t REAL.”

Half the time I get too embarrassed to say anything.“

Halloween decorating.

Halloween is better.”

Happy Birthday.“

Happy Festivus!”

Happy New Year’s Eve eve eve eve eve eve eve!“

Have fun being deal.I will.”

Have I mentioned, I fucking hate Halloween.“

Have you ever had those days when you are holding a stick and everybody looks like a pinata.”

Have you ever heard of personal space?“

Have you ever heard of what happened in this building?”

Have you ever tried to run in heels?“

Have you got your speaker on you?”

Have you lost your mind?“

Have you seen my glasses?”

Have you seen my… oh"

Having you as a best friend is simultaneously the best and worst thing that has happened to me.“

He already boarded the plane. We’re too late.”

He already knows.“

He did what- and you just let him off?!”

He yelled yeehaw and I’m not quite sure why.“

He/She did it.No he/she did.”

He/She kissed me" Who?“ ”___“

Heaven won’t take me and hell’s afraid I’ll take over.”

Help me hide!“

Help me I’m stuck.”

Help me pack or get out. You’re in the way.“

Here take my sweater.”

Here, let me help you.“

Here, take my blanket.”

Here’s my number, call me some time.“

Hey! Don’t do that! You can’t do that to me!”

Hey, at least you tried.“

Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.”

Hey, I know you’re hurting.. but, you’re not alone, okay?“

Hey, um, can you not pretend to play the drums on pots and pans at 3am?”

Hey, what would my name be if I was a Pokémon?“

He’s a fuckboy and he’s never going to treat you better than this.”

He’s dead because of you.“

He’s dead.”

His finger was right on the trigger but he wasn’t fast enough.“

Hold me and never let me go.”

Hold me. Just for a bit, okay? I just… I need someone to hold me.“

Hold my hand until it’s over?”

Hold still.“

Hot, gorgeous, beautiful…whatever you want to call it.”

How about you make me?“

How am I meant to hate you when you look like that?”

How are you feeling today?“

How can you say that to me? After everything you did, how can you possibly say that to me?”

How can you still look so attractive while crying.“

How come you’re here? I thought the zoo is closed at night…”

How could I ever forget about you?“

How could I forget?”

How could someone make food this badly?“

How could this happen? They’re so…so pure. Ugh.”

How could you ask me that?“

How could you do this to me?”

How could you do this?“

How could you forget your son’s birthday?”

How dare you? Yes, I am.“

How did I lose it?”

How did it take me so long to realize?“

How did we get here?”

How did you fail a survey?“

How did you get here? Did someone leave your cage open.”

How did you get in here?“

How did you imagine our future together?”

How did you know where to find me?“

How did you know? I never told you, so how’d you find out?”

How do I know that I can trust you?“

How do I look?”

How do we get in?“

How do you always manage to look so captivating?”

How do you do that? Are you a witch? What type of witchcraft is this?“

How do you get your skin to be so soft?”

How drunk was I?“

How is my wife more badass than me?”

How much did you drink?“

How much money would you give me to flip this table, right here, right now, in the middle of class?”

How ‘bout you stick it up your ass instead?“

“How’s life treating you?” “Like I ran over its dog.”

Hug me so I can Get warm.“

Hurry up, before we regret it.”

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terminaent · 5 years

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WELCOMING: OH “LIENA” NANA

CAREER INFORMATION: ━✧ SIGNED: March 12th, 2007 ━✧ DEBUT: June 14th, 2014 ( solo ), January 19th, 2010 ( CREEP ) ━✧ GROUP: CREEP ━✧ POSITION: Lead Dancer, Sub Vocalist, Center of Group ━✧ VOICE CLAIMS: Park Hyomin, Lee Nana, Yoona ━✧RAP VOICE CLAIMS: Hyohyeon, Meng Jia

SOLO DESCRIPTION

Oh Nana, known professionally as Liena Glamour, or mononymously known as Liena, is a South-Korean singer, songwriter, record producer, poet, philanthropist. She is first known as Creep’s ninth member. Taking the position of Treachery: Lead Dancer, Sub Vocalist, Center of Group. Her solo music has been noted by critics for its stylized cinematic quality, its preoccupation with themes of tragic romance, glamour, and melancholia, and its references to pop culture, particularly 1950s and 1960s Americana.

Born and raised in poverty, she had no foundations of basic vocal training, and dance lessons until she was scouted by Termina Entertainment, working in a flea market in Dongdaemun-gu, Seoul. From then on, she juggle in both working for a living, and training to be an idol. Her vocal coach admires her raw, unpolished vocals, and praised her for the good quality of her voice, despite not being the vocally strongest in the pool of trainees. Her weapon was her vocal technique. It is something that the coaches don’t want her to lose.

She was put under Creep, who at that time was only a project group. She became the center of the group due to her outstanding visuals. She was mostly recognized by her face, and not her vocals which was very upsetting for her. She knows she’s not vocally strong as the others at that time, but she at least wanted to be acknowledged by the fans for her voice. There are times where she would ask the other members to train with her in order to improved. It was until Creep officially became a permanent group in Termina, where she found new hope that there will be years to show her improvement and growth to the fans.

Four years after Creep’s debut, Liena made her solo debut. It was self-produced, self-directed as the company wanted her to have freedom to express her music, and tell her story with no one’s help. The goal is for it to be raw, and real. Liena's musical sound has been dubbed "Retro sadcore" by music critics. She elaborated on this in an interview, saying "I wasn't even born in the '50s but I feel like I was there. I write my songs based on my past, and my family’s past, whilst setting it way way back."

Associated with several styles, Liena's music has been tagged broadly as dream pop or baroque pop, linked to various forms of rock, indie music, and trip hop, and often touching on styles such as hip hop, and psychedelic rock on particular releases. Liena's subsequent releases would introduce variant styles, which employed a guitar-based sound akin to psychedelic and desert rock. She sings about old cars, money, and the bad boys she's always falling for, and while there remains a sepia-toned mid-century flavor to many of these songs. Upon the release of her comeback album, one reviewer characterized Liena's body of work as being "about music as a time warp, with her languorous croons over molasses-like arrangements meant to make clock hands seem to move so slowly that it feels possible, at times, they might go backwards."

Liena has been described as a "self-styled gangsta Nancy Sinatra,” “Lolita lost in the hood,” or a “Young stepford housewife who’s heartbroken and ready to murder his cheating husband.” And although it wasn’t well received in mainstream K-pop in Korea for not having an edm, tropical house, or hip hop sound, her music had crossed over internationally, specially in the west.

BIOGRAPHY

Oh Nana wasn’t born with a silver spoon on her mouth. She lived in poverty with parents who have no stable jobs and more inclined with drug use, and criminal activity. She wasn’t even a planned child. She was the fruit of a one night stand hookup between a reckless hooker and a drunkard, drug addict who works for one of Seoul’s biggest drug lords. Her parents only got married because of her unexpected entry to their directionless lives and unstable relationship. Growing up, she was always the one to blame by both of her parents. Words like ‘Why did I even gave birth to you?” or “Because of you, our lives became worse!” had been heard by her at a young age. For a young age, she had to learn how to grow up and adapt to everyone and everything around her. She learned new things everyday, from good to bad things, just by listening to how her parents argue and talk.

The good thing that came out of it is that despite all those bad things, is that she has a good heart and soul. Her home life was less than pleasant. Subjected to abuse from both of her parents for most of her life both physical and emotional. Nana tried everything she could to gain the approval of her abusive parents but nothing she ever seemed to do worked. She was only used by her parents to work at a very young age, with no support from both. They only care about the money she’s getting, just so they can use it for their drugs, alcohol and illegal gambling.

Nana finally gave up trying to please her abusive parents and ran away from home at the age of fourteen. She found somewhat of a home in an abandoned house that was home to squatters and drug addicts and sure it wasn’t pretty, there was no running water, no electricity, and the floor was always covered in broken needles, but this house had something that her abusive home didn’t have. Friends.

Jinhee and Seokwoo were both were around the same age and who were all going through the same things as Liena and they became close friends. Extremely close friends. It wasn’t normal to see one without the other. Seokwoo was like the little brother that Nana never had and she became very attached to the sweet young kid, where as Jinhee was just like her. She felt an immediate connection to Jinhee. Jinhee became the only person Nana felt she could really trust. Although he could trust Seokwoo too, there were just some things Nana couldn’t tell Seokwoo to spare what little innocence he had left in him. Jinhee and Nana were always getting up to odd jobs together, until their money is enough for the three of them to have a decent apartment together.

Unlike Jinhee who was always engrossed in her studies trying to get good grades to make a better life for herself and her brother, Nana was only there to get away from her parents, and to pursue a career in music. Something about writing songs and singing just clicked with her. It was relaxing, and it helped her get out most of her anger whenever she was frustrated. It became her passion.

However one day, January 13th to be exact she woke to find Seokwoo and Jinhee gone from her life. Run off in the middle of the night as Jinhee so often said she was going to do. Nana had always thought she’d be going with them to god knows where having a better life is easy to get. Feeling betrayed that the only two people in her life that she trusted had upped and left her without even saying goodbye, she became depressed. She was about to give up, but she already went too far in life with all the struggles she had before just to give up easily. Nana is a fighter.

One day, whilst working on a flea market selling cheap ice-cold juice drinks, a scouting agent from Termina Entertainment captured her attention after hearing her sing while selling the drinks. She was then approached and as soon as she saw the business card, she saw a light of hope that there is an escape to the hard life that she has. She have nothing to lose so she took the courage and auditioned in Termina. She started training and learned new things. She was diligent and hardworking during her trainee years, despite struggling to be on the same level as the other trainees who had trained before her.

She trained for over a year and a half before being placed in Creep. She debuted in Creep with the stage name of Liena, which means “a woman as beautiful as a lotus flower” which fits perfectly with her background and life struggles. She is a beautiful lotus flower that always looks so clean and pure against the background of the dirty muddy pond. She became a household name when she debuted as a soloist in 2014, and was known for her pure and beautiful heart through her philanthropy. She knows the struggle and she wanted to help others who are in the same position as she was back then.

Liena launched the Lotus Flower foundation in 2014, a non-profit organization that focuses on youth empowerment. The foundation had allowed her to tour in schools over South Korea to speak against bullying. In 2015, Liena joined 200 high school students, policy makers, and academic officials, to discuss ways to recognize and channel emotions for positive outcomes and fight online harassment. Her second solo album’s proceeds were donated to foundation that helps bring food and relief to the homeless. Her foundation also aims to help children with respiratory diseases. Her foundation has been active since its inception andhas helped thousands of children with special needs. Liena is also an LGBT icon, being a strong supporter for the passage of Korea Equality Foundation, which provides protections on the basis of sexual orientation, gender identity, and expression.

With all her success in both as soloist and as a Creep member, she remained thankful and humble. She also went to visit her parents again and forgave them. She encouraged and helped her parents to stay away from their vices and provided them a new home and built a restaurant for them to work and manage, whilst helping with her foundations as well.

While being in Creep and a soloist, Liena was placed in a sub unit called Pastel Goth where she can showcase her talents in a whole new image, giving her the nickname of "Creep's Chameleon." In the unit, her image was drastically changed into a more cutesy vibe. She was the center, Vocalist, and Lead dancer for the sub unit. Pastel Goth released two singles throughut their career, namely Magic Girl and Aing! before they got discontinued by Termina due to the members' schedule conflicts.

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Prompt List #2 (D-H)

Send a request with the number(s) and which prompt list it's from if you don't give me the prompt list I will just assume its from #1. and also Give me the character you want!

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You can send in your own prompt(s) or just send in a request without one. these are here to use at your leisure (Most of these are not mine. Credit goes to those who made them.) I Do Mostly Peter Parker for now but I will accept requests for other Avengers. I am constantly adding to this list so check back later for new ones. This is prompt #2 (D-H)

I do not take smut requests even if some prompts sound slightly dirty. I do not do personal requests meaning I use (y/n) instead of an actual name. There may be some repeat prompts but bare with me I’m trying to clean them up. Thanks enjoy!!!!!!

There are 289 prompts in this list

D-did I ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are?"

Daddy, how did you and mommy fall in love?"

Damn, when did y/n get hot?"

Damn, you’re strong for a little thing."

Damned if I do, damned if I don’t."

Dance with me!"

Dance with me."

Dance with me? But there’s no music!"

Dear Diary, …"

Define normal."

Despite what you think, I am completely capable of taking care of myself"

Detention? again?"

Diamonds."

Did I ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are?"

Did it ever occur to you that you’re hurting me too?"

Did someone eat half of the cookies?!?"

Did someone spike the eggnog?"

Did you actually get a Santa suit?"

Did you actually just climb in through my window? You couldn’t have been normal and used the door?"

Did you buy me… lingerie?"

Did you do something different with your hair?"

Did you do this to yourself?"

Did you get my text?"

Did you have to sneeze in my face?"

Did you hear that?"

Did you just call that alligator by name?"

Did you just casually throw an ax?"

Did you just fall? No, I attacked the floor. I’m freaking talented!"

Did you just flick me?"

Did you just go throw up?"

Did you just hiss at me?"

Did you just see that?"

Did you know they used to be called ‘Jumpolines’ until your mum jumped on one?"

Did you need something?"

Did you read it?"

Did you see my phone?"

Did I actually sleep through New Years?"

Didn’t you read the sign?"

Disgusting."

Do I get bonus points if I act like I care?"

Do I have to ask you again?"

Do I look like I’ve moved on?"

Do I regret it? Yes. Would I do it again? Probably."

Do it. I dare you."

Do it. Take a chance, I’m begging you. You don’t want to spend the rest of your life wondering what could have been."

Do not tempt me."

Do that again."

Do us a favor… I know it’s difficult for you… but please, stay here, and try not to do anything… stupid."

Do we have to kiss at midnight?"

Do we have to?"

Do we like…hold hands now?"

Do you believe in aliens?"

Do you believe in ghosts?"

Do you believe in love?"

Do you ever chill?"

Do you hate me?"

Do you have a problem with me?"

Do you have a ride home?"

Do you know what's funny?"

Do you like it?"

Do you need that much candy?"

Do you promise?"

Do you really need all that candy?"

Do you really need those?"

Do you think I’m scared of a woman?"

Do you think other species have their own kind of drugs? Like something that gets them high?"

Do you think you can teach me that?"

Do you treat all your hookups like this?"

Do you trust me?"

Do you two still talk?"

Do you wanna Build a-"-Absolutely not."

Do you want me to accept you as you are, or do you want me to lie to myself and try to like you?"

Do you want this?"

Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now"

Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now?"

Do you want to kiss me as badly as I want to kiss you right now?"

Do your parents even realize they’re living proof that two wrongs don’t make a right?"

Do yourself a favor and ignore anyone who tells you to be yourself. Bad idea in your case."

Does it Hurt?"

Does this make me some kind of hero?"

Dogs don’t wear clothes!"

Don't call this number again."

Don’t argue. Just do it."

Don’t be a smart ass."

Don’t be afraid."

Don’t be embarrassed, it’s normal."

Don’t be scared, I’m right here."

Don’t come back."

Don’t cry."

Don’t deny it"

Don’t die on me– Please."

Don’t drink that! I saw that guy slip something in there!"

Don’t fuck this up."

Don’t give me that puppy dog face. How am I supposed to say no to that?"

Don’t leave me. Don’t you dare leave me."

Don’t leave me…"

Don’t let the negativity get to ya! Here, have a flower!"

Don’t let your mind wander, it’s far too small to be let out on its own."

Don’t lie to me."

Don’t look at me like that."

Don’t look for any redeeming qualities. I don’t have any."

Don’t look in her eyes, she might steal your soul."

Don’t make me come over there myself!"

Don’t make me pop your ten grand sandbags, honey."

Don’t make me regret this."

Don’t make me tape your mouth shut."

Don’t mind if I do."

Don’t open those till later!"

Don’t play me for a fool, I know exactly where you were."

Don’t pretend I didn’t just see what you were doing."

Don’t promise me you won’t leave. Just don’t leave. I don’t think I can handle another promise right now."

Don’t say another word."

Don’t say that."

Don’t sell yourself short."

Don’t start with that again."

Don’t talk. Please."

Don’t tell me to shut up."

Don’t tell me we’re in matching costumes AGAIN."

Don’t test me."

Don’t thank me for insulting you. It was my pleasure."

Don’t touch me."

Don’t try to fix me. I’m not broken."

Don’t worry about it."

Don’t worry, you’ve got me to take care of you."

Don’t you dare say/do that to me."

Don’t you dare touch _______!"

Don’t you dare!"

Don’t you ever change."

Don’t you get it? I’m in love with you and it scares the hell out of me."

Don’t you give up on me."

Don’t you just hate those things you say that make you feel really blonde?"

Don’t you just love it!"

Don’t you know how to knock?"

Don’t you love me?"

Don’t you realize that there are already enough people to hate in the world without you putting in so much effort to give us another?"

Don’t you think this is too much Fall decorations?"

Don’t you think you’re a little too old to be using cheesy pickup lines?"

Don’t you think you’ve done enough?"

Don’t you trust me?"

Drop the attitude."

Easier said than done."

Eggnog rules, bite me."

Eggnog sucks, fight me."

Enough with the sass!"

Even when we were kids, I always kicked your ass!"

Every day I get with you is a good day."

Everyone gets so annoyed by how much I talk about you sometimes."

Everyone’s entitled to act stupid one in a while, but you really abuse the privilege."

Everything is fine."

Ew, that is so sappy, I might vomit."

Excuse me. I have to go make a scene."

Excuse me?"

F-Fuck."

Fair enough."

Feed me that chocolate I’m busy"

Finally! Snow!"

Fine, don’t say anything and make me worry."

Fine."

First one to make a noise loses."

First rule, no being a heathen."

First second I saw you and I couldn’t get over how beautiful you were."

Flea markets don’t carry fleas, you know?"

For starters, that’s impossible."

For the last time, I AM NOT JEALOUS!"

Forget it."

Forget the douche. He’s a dick. He’s a dickdouche."

Forgive me. Not for my sake, for yours. Forgive me."

Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn."

Fuck you"

Fuck- please just pretend to be my date until we can leave this joint?"

Fuzzy socks."

Generally speaking, you aren’t learning much when your lips are moving."

Get away from me."

Get it away from me- that’s disgusting!"

Get out of here! This is my hiding spot!"

Get out of my way!"

Get out!"

Get over it, pussy."

Get that thing away from me!"

Get your hands off of me!"

Ghost hunters."

Ghosts are real, I’d know because I am one."

Gingerbread people are very serious!"

Girls night in?"

Give it back!"

Give me a chance."

Give me a reason not to turn around and walk away now."

Give me anime or give me death."

Give me back my phone!"

Give me that back!"

Go ahead and hit me."

Go back to bed."

Go back to sleep."

Go fuck yourself."

Go home."

Go on, knock his teeth down his throat."

Go on… Touch it."

God, you always make me blush so damn much."

Going somewhere?"

Good story, but in what chapter do you shut the fuck up?"

Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion."

Good, bad, I’m the one with the gun."

H-how long?"

Haha, made you look."

Haha. Nice try. Magic isn’t REAL."

Half the time I get too embarrassed to say anything."

Halloween decorating.

Halloween is better."

Happy Birthday."

Happy Festivus!"

Happy New Year’s Eve eve eve eve eve eve eve!"

Have fun being deal.I will."

Have I mentioned, I fucking hate Halloween."

Have you ever had those days when you are holding a stick and everybody looks like a pinata."

Have you ever heard of personal space?"

Have you ever heard of what happened in this building?"

Have you ever tried to run in heels?"

Have you got your speaker on you?"

Have you lost your mind?"

Have you seen my glasses?"

Have you seen my… oh"

Having you as a best friend is simultaneously the best and worst thing that has happened to me."

He already boarded the plane. We’re too late."

He already knows."

He did what- and you just let him off?!"

He yelled yeehaw and I’m not quite sure why."

He/She did it.No he/she did."

He/She kissed me" Who?" "___"

Heaven won’t take me and hell’s afraid I’ll take over."

Help me hide!"

Help me I’m stuck."

Help me pack or get out. You’re in the way."

Here take my sweater."

Here, let me help you."

Here, take my blanket."

Here’s my number, call me some time."

Hey! Don’t do that! You can’t do that to me!"

Hey, at least you tried."

Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore."

Hey, I know you’re hurting.. but, you’re not alone, okay?"

Hey, um, can you not pretend to play the drums on pots and pans at 3am?"

Hey, what would my name be if I was a Pokémon?"

He’s a fuckboy and he’s never going to treat you better than this."

He’s dead because of you."

He’s dead."

His finger was right on the trigger but he wasn’t fast enough."

Hold me and never let me go."

Hold me. Just for a bit, okay? I just… I need someone to hold me."

Hold my hand until it’s over?"

Hold still."

Hot, gorgeous, beautiful…whatever you want to call it."

How about you make me?"

How am I meant to hate you when you look like that?"

How are you feeling today?"

How can you say that to me? After everything you did, how can you possibly say that to me?"

How can you still look so attractive while crying."

How come you’re here? I thought the zoo is closed at night…"

How could I ever forget about you?"

How could I forget?"

How could someone make food this badly?"

How could this happen? They’re so…so pure. Ugh."

How could you ask me that?"

How could you do this to me?"

How could you do this?"

How could you forget your son’s birthday?"

How dare you? Yes, I am."

How did I lose it?"

How did it take me so long to realize?"

How did we get here?"

How did you fail a survey?"

How did you get here? Did someone leave your cage open."

How did you get in here?"

How did you imagine our future together?"

How did you know where to find me?"

How did you know? I never told you, so how’d you find out?"

How do I know that I can trust you?"

How do I look?"

How do we get in?"

How do you always manage to look so captivating?"

How do you do that? Are you a witch? What type of witchcraft is this?"

How do you get your skin to be so soft?"

How drunk was I?"

How is my wife more badass than me?"

How much did you drink?"

How much money would you give me to flip this table, right here, right now, in the middle of class?"

How ‘bout you stick it up your ass instead?"

“How’s life treating you?” “Like I ran over its dog."

Hug me so I can Get warm."

Hurry up, before we regret it."

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the-real-midnight-society-blog · 7 years

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The Leather Cape

Early in the summer a few years ago, I started dating this girl whose mother worked at the local flea market. The girl – let’s call her Tiffany – and I had been dating for a few months when she asked me if I would like to come help her work with her mom. I certainly didn’t want to sacrifice one of my precious Saturday mornings to go work all day at a dusty flea market, but I really liked this girl and, to be perfectly honest, wanted to get into her pants, so I decided to go.

That’s how I found myself on my way to the craphole flea market at seven thirty in the morning on a Saturday morning that I really wish I had slept in on. We opened her mom’s store at eight, waited around for customers for a while, but when it got close to ten and only one woman had shown a passing interest in the handmade ashtrays her mom was trying to sell, she told Tiffany and I we could go take a look around the rest of the place.

Tiffany and I walked around for a while, but we didn’t find anything of interest. There was a movie store that had pretty much every movie you could think of, but so did I at home, so no help there. Both of the book stores were a bust, finding nothing interesting but some old Stephen King novels that I already owned and a crotchety old man who watched us like a hawk – probably because we were some “damn teenagers” who, of course, would go out of our way to steal an old dusty book barely held together with spit and glue. We had meandered our way through most of the building when we happened upon a small shop that was selling EXCLUSIVE! RARE! HARD-TO-FIND TV PROPS! according to the very loud banner stretched across the top. “Want to go in?” I asked Tiffany.

“Nah, I have to go use the bathroom. You can go in though.”

“Oh, fine, make me go into the shady store by myself!” I joked.

“You’ll be fine. Go!”

“Do I have to?”

“Yes. You have to go inside. I’ll be right back.” She gave me a playful slap and walked away.

As I walked into the dingy booth, the owner gave me a grim nod without a smile. I didn’t really see anything of interest at first. They really did have some obscure stuff, such as old plush dolls from Rocko’s Modern Life and Ren & Stimpy. There were also some old Pokémon playing cards – not sure if that counted as “rare TV props” but it was still cool – and even some of the old Nickelodeon themed board games. I had several nice hits of nostalgia, but nothing really stuck out at me enough to make me want to buy it. I was about to walk out when the owner said “got some more stuff here behind the counter.”

He pulled out a box of assorted dolls and junk and dropped it carelessly on the counter. “Ain’t had a chance to put them away yet, but you can look.” I half heartedly picked through the box out of politeness, but I really just wanted to get out of there. I pulled out a couple of old Rugrats dolls and a Squidward doll that had an odd red stain on its head, and was about to just say “no thanks” and put them back and get out of there when I saw something that hit me with such an intense blast of nostalgia that I almost fell over. A dirty white skull stared at me from the bottom of the box, his huge, black glass eyes that were entirely too large for his head – just as I remembered. I reached down and picked him up, almost forgetting the entire world around me as I looked over the thing I had completely forgotten about until this moment. The tan top hat and cape, made of some of the roughest leather I’ve ever felt, was sewn up in the same crazy patterns I remembered so vividly from my childhood. As I rubbed some of the dirt off of his body, noting the feeling of a rough little bump on his hat and the leathery stitches holding together his clothing, I noticed that his jaw didn’t open all the way. Instead, it barely opened just a bit and slid sideways, from left to right, making an almost unpleasant grinding noise. Every detail was exactly as I remembered.

“Well?”

I jerked out of my stupor with a start. Looking stupidly at the owner, I used every ounce of intelligence I possess to come up with a brilliant reply. “Uh. What?”

“I said, are you gonna buy it or just stand there all day molesting it? Come on kid, I wanna go on lunch.”

“Uh… yeah. I’ll take it.” There was no way I was letting this go. “Would you happen to know if this is… like, actually from the show?”

“Kid,” (I really wished he would stop calling me kid. Just because he was probably in his late fifties doesn’t mean he can address me, at 26 years of age, as a kid) “I don’t even know what show that’s from. All this crap is my brother’s. He would tell you that it’s all the real deal. But I just wanna get rid of it.”

“Well, I hate to be a bother, but is there anyway I could get in contact with him? This show doesn’t even… well, I just need to know if this is actually from the show.”

“Can’t. Dead. Three months now. And the doll is ten bucks. Take it or leave it.”

I handed the rude owner the cash and left the shop with the doll, deep in thought. There was no way this doll should even exist. That show didn’t exist. There was no way it did. I had dreamt it all, hadn’t I? All that screaming…

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t even see Tiffany until she was almost right in my face. “Oh, hi.”

“Hi! Did you actually find something in the shady store?”

“Uh… yeah.” I told her about the doll. She didn’t recognize it, but I didn’t really expect her to. Our conversation quickly turned to other things, such as the creepy old lady she had encountered in the bathroom who had taken up fifteen minutes of her time asking too many personal questions.

We finished out the day, her mom thanked us for our help, and we spent the day together. For those who are curious, I did not succeed in getting in her pants, but that’s inconsequential to the story.

Anyway, that night when I got back to my apartment, I pulled out the doll, something I’d been dying to do all day but had avoided so I didn’t seem like a freak, and gave it a closer look. I couldn’t get over how genuine the cape felt. I loved the feeling of running my fingers over it, enjoying the smooth, yet rough, texture of the stitches. The top hat was removable, and the glass eyes were indeed made of really thick glass. It was all as I had remembered. I was in utter shock, even still. How did this exist?

I sat on my couch and began thinking about the show. Candle Cove. God, I hadn’t thought about that show in easily fifteen, maybe even twenty years. I couldn’t have been older than six or seven when it ran. I only remember it being on for a couple of months before it got cancelled. I remember greatly enjoying it at the time. I would come home from school, always so excited and always making my mom turn the TV channel 58 to watch it. I remembered sitting on the floor, way too close to the TV, watching her turn the dial with the finger that had a mole on it, always the same way every time. Yeah, I’m old enough that the TVs of my childhood still had manual dials instead of a remote, so sue me. I chuckled to myself. I hadn’t thought about any of that for so long. I missed my mom, thinking back on it now. She had passed away about five years ago from skin cancer, and it had hit me hard. She had always been such a big influence in my life. She would always tell me about what an imagination I had, and how she just knew it would take me far. I wish she had lived long enough to see me graduate college and land a job at a small, independent film company where I edited movies. It certainly didn’t make me famous or anything, but it paid very well and I was responsible for some of the better editing in many different films. Some of which I knew she would have loved to watch. I missed her terribly. I missed how when I was sad she would pretend to draw on my face, and I would always watch the mole on her finger as it traced my face because I thought her “freckle mountain,” as I called it, was pretty cool. I missed the way she would chuckle and shake her head at me as I watched the show, remarking on what a big imagination I had “with my little pirate show.” I had always wondered exactly what she meant, but the older I got, the more I realized it must have all been my imagination. The whole thing. The entire show must have been me just thinking too much or something because there was no way that they could have aired that episode. The one with all the screaming… All the characters, screaming bloody murder and jumping and flailing. I remembered vividly the horrible feelings I got from that episode, and even as a child I thought it was strange. Things like that don’t even get aired today, much less all the way back in ‘71.

I must have been rubbing my finger over the doll’s face again, and hadn’t noticed what I was doing until I felt a strong pinch. I gasped and looked down, and quickly pulled my finger out of the doll’s mouth. What the fuck? Why did that hurt so bad? The teeth weren’t sharp or anything. I hadn’t even realized I had put my finger in there. I must have bumped his jaw or something and pinched myself. I sighed and shook my head at my own foolishness, and went back to looking at the doll that was responsible for so many of my childhood nightmares.

As I examined the doll’s mouth, I found myself wondering why it only moved side to side. In fact, the more I thought about it, the more the memories came flooding back. The Laughingstock… Jesus. That old piece of shit pirate ship that was always so close to falling apart. The Ed Wynn voice it had, telling the pirates they had to go inside some place and face the danger – usually the Skin-Taker, whose image I held in my very hand. I remember Janice, the little girl from the show, asking the Skin-Taker why his mouth moved like that. God… What was it he had said? I strained the muscles of my memory until I suddenly got goosebumps when the phrase drifted through my mind, leaving icy trails of fear running down my back.

“To grind your skin…”

It was such a cheesy thing to say, but there was nothing cheesy about the way he had glared so silently into the camera with his evil, black eyes, almost challenging someone to defy him.

Shaking off my childish fears, I tossed the doll on my coffee table and went to go take a shower. I needed to clear my head, but the entire time in the shower my thoughts only wandered more and more. I started remembering more about the final episode that had aired, and the way all the puppets and Janice had screamed and thrashed and shook so violently… there hadn’t even been a plot or anything. The entire episode had consisted of nothing but all the characters screaming and crying and it was all so chaotic and traumatic. I remembered how I had started to cry and my mom had run in from the other room, asking me what was wrong, and I had told her through my tears how Janice was crying and no one was helping her and my mom had turned off the TV and picked me up and made me feel better. Then she went and put me to bed, tracing my face with the finger until I fell asleep and had terrible nightmares all night long about the Skin-Taker chasing me and screaming incessantly… all these thoughts ran through my mind and even though my shower water was pretty hot, I still had chills all over my body.

It didn’t help that when I turned off the water, I could hear my TV was on.

I froze. I knew I hadn’t left my TV on. I hadn’t even turned it on since I got home. I had simply walked through the door and sat on my couch and looked at the doll, and I knew I had never even touched the remote to the TV. I slowly got out of the shower and dried off, listening carefully to the sounds coming from my living room. I couldn’t believe my ears.

Calliope music.

The last set of memories came with a refreshing course of nostalgia. My mother’s finger, the one with the mole that had always comforted me so, turning the dial to the station with all the static. The station always had static, I remembered that. Until 4:00, when Candle Cove came on, there was never anything but static, but when Candle Cove came on the calliope music, ridiculously happy, would start to bleed through the static, slow and distorted at first but speeding up and being more bouncy as the picture cleared and Pirate Percy and his friends greeted Janice to a new day full of adventures. Now I suspected that it had always been static even when the show was on… maybe that was why my mother had shaken her head and laughed at me. But, if it had always been static, where did the doll come from? How did it even exist if the show did not? I was so confused, and the stupid, catchy music coming from my living room was not only making me more confused but was creeping me out a bit too. Shaking off my thoughts, I opened the door and heard the tail end of a sentence spoken in a voice that sounded remarkably like Ed Wynn…

“…GO INSIDE!” it was saying.

I stepped out and slowly walked into the living room. My hallway was ridiculously long and it only served to increase my tension, but just as I rounded the corner, the TV turned to static.

As the only light in the room was the whiteness from the static on the TV, I got really creeped out. I rushed to the lamp and flicked it on, and saw that the doll was exactly where I had left it – right on top of the remote.

I sighed in relief and shook my head in embarrassment. It all made sense now. I had simply thrown the doll on the remote and the force of his impact had turned on the TV. I simply hadn’t noticed because my TV takes forever to turn on and by the time it had, I was in the bathroom. It had been static-y the entire time, and it was simply my confused, slightly disturbed thoughts and emotions that had projected the noises I heard into my brain. I really needed to get some sleep. I knew it wasn’t a good idea to wake up at the crack of dawn to go to the flea market. I could have slept in all day and avoided this whole mess. There would be no questions about where the doll came from or if the stupid fucking show even existed or what all my disjointed, confused memories were trying to tell me… everything would have been alright if I had just slept in. Sound advice for life. Always sleep in. This is all stuff I tried to tell myself to relieve the creepy feelings I had. And it almost worked. It had almost worked, and my heartbeat had finally slowed, and my blood pressure was normal, and the goosebumpbs had finally gone away, and all the things I told myself had made me feel better. My justifications and explanations had almost… ALMOST made me feel better. Until I picked up the doll and started absentmindedly started running my fingers over it again. I started playing with the funny little bump that was on the top hat again and I remember being extremely comforted. All the bad feelings suddenly went away and I felt so much better. All was well. The show probably had simply existed in another format, and since I was so young my confused mind had simply combined my memories with something else and projected them over the show, giving me all theses confused feelings. I would simply get dressed, get on my computer, look up the show, and put all this crap to rest. Maybe I would even throw away the doll. It would be for the best. I shouldn’t have even bought it, but now that I had, $10 was not too much of a price to pay for some peace of mind. I got up to put the doll in the trash, but the towel wrapped around my waist started to unravel so I reached to grab it and dropped the doll. Tonight was just not my night.

I bent down to pick up the doll and his top hat, which had fallen off. It was then that I got a good look at the hat, when it was separate from the menacing black eyes that demanded all my attention before. I had been playing with the funny little bump on the hat, and I had felt an intense sense of comfort as I did so. When I looked at the top hat, I realized, with a sudden blast of recognition and fear, what my memories had been trying to tell me. I realized what it was about the funny little bump that had given me comfort. It was the same bump that I had stared at for endless hours as a child, in times of happiness, sadness, pain and fear.

The funny little bump… was my mother’s mole.

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23 things on 'The Office' you've never noticed before

The Office is truly the show that keeps on giving.

Though the NBC comedy has been off the air since 2013, the discussion surrounding it is still very much alive. To this day, fans keep finding new, hilarious Easter eggs in the show.

The more than 750,000 diehards who come together on r/DunderMifflin to chat about the program are experts at pointing out the hidden details they pick up mid-rewatch.

We've compiled 23 of the best. Find out how well you really know your stuff.

SEE ALSO: The 65 absolute best moments from 'The Office'

1. David Wallace *also* has a world's best boss mug

If you thought Michael Scott was the sole best boss in the world, you're wrong! At least according to the desk mugs ...

Will the real World's Best Boss please stand up? Oh look, it's Michael!

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2. Michael uses his own brand of salad dressing

Great Scott!

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The jar is adorned with a homemade label featuring Michael's face and a bowl of salad. Thanks to a deleted scene from the previous episode, "Fun Run," we know all about it.

3. That Dunder Mifflin Newsletter was trolling us

In Season 1, Episode 4, viewers get a glimpse of an old Dunder Mifflin Employee Newsletter. The Easter egg lies within the text.

In a classic move, the people writing the words didn't take the time to crank out a full article. Rather, they wrote a bit of sensical information followed by absolutely anything.

"A lot of useless information"

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"Welcome to yet another exciting edition of the Dunder Mifflin Employee Newsletter," the article begins quite reasonably. But by the second paragraph, things get meta.

This isn't even the only time The Office writers did this. Now you know!

4. Jim signs Meredith's pelvis cast "John Krasinski"

Hmm ...

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5. Stanley's resolution was, um, telling

To be fair, everyone's resolutions are a lot.

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6. Oscar's drinkin' prop wine

"I am Bacchus, God of wine!"

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7. Michael keeps his broken plasma on the wall for a while

Michael and Jan broke up after all hell broke lose in the Season 4 episode, "Dinner Party," but he held onto a key reminder of his ex well into Season 5.

Could it be he wasn't ready to let go — or that Jan mounted it on the wall and he had no idea how to take it down? We may never know.

Two TVs ...

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8. He then attempts to sell the broken plasma

Nope.

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9. Return of the clown art

No one will buy that clown painting.

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10. Bob Vance was possibly a marketing genius

Any fan of The Office knows that Phyllis' husband, Bob Vance (of Vance Refrigeration), loves to plug his business whenever he gets the chance.

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11. Michael ate tiramisu from the trash

This one's kind of a long story, but in Season 5, Episode 10, Jim gives Pam a piece of tiramisu as a peace offering after going out to lunch with Michael.

Michael later takes a shot at Pam, scolding her for throwing away "perfectly good tiramisu" just because it has a hair on it, so all signs point to him digging Pam's dessert out of the trash.

12. This extremely deep paper clip find

Somehow, an Easter egg mastermind discovered that Jim and Pam's license plate, CHD-0032, is the model number for those clips Michael likes. (If you Google the plate number, they come up.)

13. Jim's title in Stamford was "Assistant Regional Manager"

In Season 3, Episode 6, Jim falls asleep at his desk, and we get a peek at that nameplate, baby!