#I am that girl and i am simply rotting in my bedroom alone

[samstrugglingwithlife]

S/O Loses A Bet Against A Child And Has To Dress Up

Genre: Fluff

Warning: None? Did they swear?

Characters: Tsukishima, Akaashi

A/N: Ayye!!! Finally! This has been rotting away in my drafts while I was busy being sulky and sad. I haven’t proofread it or anything. It’s not my best work and I am truly sorry for that. Nonetheless, I hope reading this doesn’t waste your time in the very least.

TSUKISHIMA

 Your tired and in need of a vacation cousin begged you to watch her kids on the weekend so she could get some much-needed rest and some quality time with her husband.

You felt sorry for the poor woman and promised to let her two kids stay at your and Tsukki's shared apartment. You completely forgot about your promise and forgot to tell your boyfriend about the weekend plan until Friday night, just two hours before your cousin dropped her kids off at your doorstep.

"Kei~" you sang out his name in feigned innocence. He looked at you from his spot on the sofa with a raised brow. You gulped and nervously padded towards him, taking a seat right next to him and cutely wrapping your arms around his bicep, batting your eyelashes.

Tsukki rolls his eyes and turns towards you, "Y/n, what the hell did you do?"

"Why do you think I did something?!" you say indignantly. Tsukki raises his brows as if to say, 'did you really just ask me that?'

You pout but grin, "Anyway, my cousin's dropping her kids off in about an hour".

"Y/n!" "For the whole weekend". "Y/n!!"

So here you were, on a Saturday morning entertaining the kids as you made breakfast. The sound of their shrill laughter ringing through your apartment.

Tsukishima came out of your shared bedroom, still in his nightwear. He watched as you made the kids holler with laughter with your crazy antics. "I bet I can catch this peanut in my mouth," you wager. "No way!" the young boy giggles. "I can do it!" you argued. "No you can't!" his little sister insisted. 

"Bet," you declare. "If I catch this in my mouth," you start showing the kids a small peanut, "then you guys will do whatever I say, deal?" 

"If you lose you will do whatever we say!" the kids countered. You grin and offer your hand to shake, "Deal".

Tsukishima rolled his eyes, "Don't go teaching kids about betting at such a young age, dummy". He stands next to you as you roll your eyes.

You get in position for the task. Tsukishima smirks schemingly. You throw the peanut up in the air and open your mouth to catch it. You almost do catch it, but Tsukki nudges you, and it misses your mouth and falls right onto the ground.

"Kei!" "Oh no! You lost Y/n, whatever will you do now?" Tsukishima says with feigned, exaggerated sympathy.

You glare at your boyfriend as the kids cheer in the background about how much fun they will have 'dressing you up' as a princess-knight. Tsukki leans close to you with a smirk, "That's for not telling me beforehand, Miss Princess-Knight".

Cut to a few hours later, your sitting on the cold floor of your living-room as the kids assault your face with paint, glitter and make-up. Meanwhile, Tsukki is sat comfortably on the couch, watching your face transform and snickering silently.

"Hey, put more glitter on her face, right there," he encourages the little girl while pointing at your nose. Your niece picks up the little pot of green glitter and dusts your nose until it is sparkling. "Looking great Y/n!" Tsukki mocks. 

You roll your eyes and mouth a cuss word at him, he just winks at you.

The two of you tuck the kids in bed in your guestroom, later that night. As soon you shut the door, your shoulders slump and you lean against the door. 

Tsukishima chuckles, "You know, it's good training for the future". You look up at your boyfriend, confused, "W-what?"

Tsukishima simply smirks and walks away towards the bedroom. "Kei! What did you just say?" 

AKAASHI

You knew that your little sister was a nightmare, but Akaashi didn't need to know that. 

"But mom!" you whined as you followed her around the house while she got ready. "Y/n, this is an important meeting, I have to go," your mother reasoned. You whine again and stomp your feet.

"Mom, I have a date with Keiji!" you cry out. Your mom sighs and half-glares at you, "So call him over, you two can watch your sister together". "Mooommm!!!"

"Sorry Keiji, I know you really wanted to go to the book fair..." you apologise. Your boyfriend smiles and shakes his head, "It's okay. I still get to spend time with you..." he looks down at your younger sister clinging onto his leg and looking up at him with sparkling, awestruck eyes, "... and your sister..." 

I'm not gonna go into the detail of what and how you lost the bet against your little sister. She's just a little devil and you fell right into her trap, and without knowing any better your boyfriend dived right in with you.

"I'm gonna make you look so pretty!" you sister squealed as she powdered your face with a bright pink blush. You sighed and slumped your shoulder, "I give up, do whatever you want". Akaashi smiled and patted your back, "It's not that bad," he tells you as he is covered in colourful accessories from head to toe.

"There all done!" the little girl claps her hand in satisfaction as she steps back and gives her handiwork a quick look. She frowns at you and you raise your brows, "What? What's wrong?" you ask.

"I think I did my best but you don't look pretty at all". You gawk at your sister and then growl in anger as you get up from your position and attempt to chase that little tyke, "Why you little-" but Akaashi holds you back, wrapping his arms around your waist. "Y/n, she's just a kid. I think you look great," he smiles at you.

It was great that your mom came home early, you could finally spend some alone time with your boyfriend. The two of you hung out on the rooftop for the remainder of the day.

"Sorry about my sister, she's a handful," you apologise. Akaashi shakes his head, "It's fine. I had fun". You squint your eyes at him, "You don't have to say that, don't force yourself," you reply.

"I really did have fun Y/n," he says and smiles at you. The two of you watch the night sky in comforting silence. You sigh as you lean back against the railing and watch the sky, "Jesus, I am never letting our kid near make up..."

If Akaashi heard you he didn't show it, but the smile and the faint blush on his face said otherwise.

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #Tsukishima #Tsukishima Kei #Tsukishima x reader #Akaashi #Akaashi Keiji #Akaashi x Reader #Tsukishima Imagines #Akaashi Imagines

[ultraintrovertedgryffindor]

Tate Langdon - American Horror Story

Wrote this a long time ago. My original plan back then was so make this into a multiple chapter story, but then I ultimately lost interest like all my other failed projects. 🙃

I also didn’t know how to fucking end this story, sorryyy ughhhh

❗Trigger warning❗

~~~~~~~~~~

Welp, I am dead.

Like, super dead.

One minute I’m slitting my wrists wide open in my bathroom and now I’m standing over my body watching myself decay.

I never thought I’d become a ghost or whatever I am. I didn’t even believe in the afterlife. I thought I’d just die and that would be it. I wouldn’t feel anything, it’d be peaceful. I was definitely wrong.

I moved into this big mansion in California with my parents. I didn’t want to die, I just thought it was my only way out. Now, I’m stuck here. Great. I really screwed the pooch this time.

After my parents found me rotting away, they decided to move away to have a fresh new start. Not that I blame them. But I was kinda pissed they just left me here, unable to step one foot off this property except for Halloween.

If I’m being completely honest, it’s not that terrible. I’m not alone. Turns out, many people have died here. Violently, which is fun.

There’s a woman that lives here who is kinda crazy, but she’s nice. She treats me better than my own mother did. She wishes I was a baby though, cause her baby is all kinds of fucked up.

There’s an elderly woman here too, who I found out was actually dead and lived here. When I was alive, she was our maid and constantly tried to seduce my father, which I reluctantly forgave her for that.

That weird neighbour, Constance, always visits here, since she has multiple children who have died here as well. I’ve yet to meet her eldest, Tate. To be honest, I don’t think I want to meet him. I’ve seen him wander around the halls but I’ve never shown myself around him. Mrs. Montgomery says he’s just misunderstood, but shooting up a school is a little too much for me.

I hang out with his brother sometimes, and by hanging out I mean basically rolling a ball back and forth. It makes him somewhat happy though, I guess. I know one of these days I’m going to run into him, I just hope it’s later rather than sooner.

~~~

Today, that real estate agent bitch is trying to sell this house, yet again. Only for the owners to be killed and get stuck here for all eternity. Anyone in their right mind would not buy this house, especially knowing what took place here.

I watch the family interested in buying the house from my old bedroom. They look like a relatively normal family. A mom, dad, and their angsty teenage daughter and a cute pet dog.

Yeah, they definitely wouldn’t survive living here.

“Spying on the new folks, I see?”

“Jesus! You scared me!” I turn to see Tate. Oh boy, this should be fun.

“Y/N L/N. How lovely to finally meet you. I never got the chance to introduce myself when you first moved here cause you see, you killed yourself before I even got the chance. Which was kind of rude on your part.” He smirked. “Your death was very entertaining, I must say. All that blood gushing everywhere, man, it was quite the spectacle.”

“Glad you found my death so entertaining, Tate. I’m sure yours was too.” I smile sweetly, making his smug grin quickly turn into a glare.

“Anyway,” he coughed, “better introduce myself to the new folks soon.”

“But...you’re dead.”

“Well, they don’t need to know that.” He walked over to the window where I saw. “That girl’s kinda hot, wouldn’t you say?” He smirked. “Don’t worry though, I find you even prettier.”

I scoffed and kept looking out the window. The teenage girl looked over towards the window. I quickly hid myself from her sight but Tate didn’t until she did a double take.

I gave him confused look. “What? It’s fun to play with people’s minds from time to time. You should try it sometime. Stop being a stick in the mud.” He said and walked away.

I can already tell he’s going to be so annoying.

I decided to take a closer look at the new comers. Tate was right though, that girl is pretty. I listened in on their conversation and I learned their names. Ben, Vivian, and Violet. All nice names, nice innocent names. They seem like nice people, sucks that they’ll die when they move in.

A few hours, Adelaide sneaks into the house. She always finds a way in here. She waves and smiles at me when she walks past, I still don’t know how she’s able to see me when I’m not visible to anyone, not that I mind cause I love her like a sister. She walks up behind Vivian, “You’re going to die in here.”

She’s never been one to know how to start a conversation.

~~~

I learned that Ben was a psychiatrist and Tate had an appointment with him today. He seems to be really determined to get to know these people, especially Violet. I thought about listening in, but that seemed too much. I just wandered the halls until I reached the bathroom. Violet hurts herself?

I hear footsteps and quickly sped off down the hall and hid behind a corridor, it was Tate. “You’re doing it wrong. If you wanna kill yourself, you should cut vertically. The doctors can’t stitch that up.” I hear him say.

What the hell? Why would he say that?

He closed the door and walked off. I shook my head and went up to the attic, my usual hang out spot.

I sat in the corner, I looked up and saw that the creepy rubber costume wasn’t there anymore. Thank god, that thing creeped me out to no end.

A red ball rolls to me, and I sigh. “I’m not in the mood, Beau.” I roll it back and it stays.

The attic door opens and Tate pops his head in, he sees me and smiles. “So, this is where you hang out? Good to know.” He says.

“Why? So you can annoy me better?” I say.

“Aw, don’t be like that. We should be friends.”

I laugh. “Yeah, right.”

Tate simple smirked and sat down beside me. “Come on. We’d make awesome...friends.”

I quickly scowled at him. “Why would you say that to Violet by the way? She could actually be convinced to do that, you know.”

“Oh, I was just trying to get another girl so we could have an afterlife threesome. Doesn’t that sound great?”

“Get outta here.”

Tate rolled his eyes, blowing me a kiss as he opened up attic door and descended the ladder. 

I scoff. This kid really is crazy, maybe it’s a good thing that he’s seeing Dr. Harmon. Tate climbed down the ladder and the attic door closed with a loud slam.

The red ball rolls to me.

~~~

Tate is hanging out with Violet on her room. I’m not stalking him! I just wanna make sure he doesn’t kill her. “Tate. What are you doing here? You need to leave now.” Ben says. Violet tries to calm her dad, but he insisted on him leaving.

“Just trying to be friends with your friendless daughter, Ben” Tate says. I roll my eyes and leave the hallway, accidently bumping into the kid. “Woah there. Aw, is someone spying on me?” He smirked.

I scoff. “As if.” Tate had a playful twinkle in his eyes, making me feel more nervous in his presence. “Just making sure you don’t murder that girl.”

“Me? Murdering someone? Nah.” He joked, but when he saw that I wasn’t joking, he dropped his smile. “Look, my murdering days are behind me, okay? I don’t want to hurt anyone anymore. I promise.”

“I’ll make sure to hold you to that, pretty boy.”

“Aw, you think I’m pretty?”

“Don’t push me.” I scowled, Tate fake saluting me before I started to walk off. I gasped when I suddenly felt Tate turn me around so he could plant a kiss on my cheek. “What the hell?” I stuttered.

Tate simply shrugged and smiled. “You just look very kissable.”

~~~~~~~~~~

Ugh, this flopped but whatever

#american horror story #ahs murder house #tate langdon #tate langdon x reader #this sucks dont even read pls

[lovetorn]

the snack run [ricky bowen]

summary: after an argument between best friends, feelings are resurfaced. and, a certain curly fry can’t explain how angry he is that he didn’t get his snacks.  word count: 3.1k warnings: teeth-rotting fluff (if that's a warning), lil steamy at the end, swearing? 

a/n i was listening to wrong direction by hailee steinfeld and i was in my feels. also, ricky is a bit out of character in the angsty parts. it’s a bit all over the place with a lot of random parts just thrown in but yeah i like it so.. 

{not my gif!! credit to original owner}

Ricky is your best friend, that's all. Well, at least that what you told yourself every time you caught yourself staring at the gorgeous boy; or when hugs became more than hugs, more like tight embraces that made it seem like it was the last time you would hold each other; or when you would grasp each other’s hands when talking about something you were passionate about, or -

The thing between the two of you was nothing and it never would be, you were sure of it. Ricky had been too preoccupied with Nini and Gina’s issues to see that you were the one all along. Yes, the feelings were mutual, you both had talked about the love you two shared once and to say it ended badly would be an understatement. But in cliché teen movie fashion, you agreed to never let the feelings interfere with your friendship, and so, it never did. Until now. Yeah, shit.

~

The harsh squeal of a locker slamming caught your attention, making you spin around, curious who would be making this much noise at 8am. 

It was no surprise when you spotted Nini storming away from Ricky, his head hung in shame and embarrassment as he made a beeline to you. His shoes squeaked on the freshly waxed floors of the school hallway, drawing more attention to himself than he would’ve liked. 

You suppressed a giggle as he threw himself a pity party next to your locker once he arrived, leaning his head against the wall and screwing his eyes shut. 

“What’s up, Sunshine? What did you do now?” you asked, tilting your head at the boy, who was undoubtedly coming up with some sarcastic comeback to your teasing.  

But to your surprise, he didn’t. He only shook his head and sniffled quietly, hoping you wouldn’t notice. 

“Aw Rick, what happened?” he scolded himself for letting his emotions escape, quickly composing himself as he stood up straighter.

“Nothing, it’s nothing, Bub” you knew your heart shouldn’t have leapt at the pet name, but you couldn’t help it! Look at the boy. You just shook your head, 

“You’re such a liar Richard Bowen, you know Nini will tell me” his response was an eye roll and a light punch in the shoulder, something you were expecting. You let out a laugh at him, only receiving a tight-lipped smile in return, your heart sinking.

Your phone vibrated in your pocket as you retrieved it, Nini’s name popping up. holding your finger up at Ricky's face, you answered, 

“Hi Ni!” 

Ricky didn't hear your conversation but it sounded like good news; he couldn’t tell sometimes, I mean, girls could be confusing. 

Hanging up the call and shutting your locker with a smile, you slipped your arm through his, 

“Rick, you have to stop worrying about Nini and Gina, they can handle themselves,” you said, continuing the conversation, whilst ogling your eyes at him, hoping he would agree and move on, but it wasn’t that simple with him. 

“But, I need to make sure Nini’s okay with everything between EJ and his new girl! And I also need to call gina-” you sighed before jabbing him in the rib.  

He jumped from the shock, laughing, finally showing off his pearly whites. You joined in, giggling along with him as you made your way to your first class. 

“Listen, whatever Nini is dealing with, she’s telling me later, these are girl problems, don’t worry about it, Richard” you laughed, holding your backpack strap with your free hand, turning to see his face fall slightly.

“I get it, but she’s my friend too, not just my ex, she’ll tell me. Won’t she?” he threw a questioning look towards you as you shook your head, scoffing playfully. 

You fell silent, eyes forward as you thought about why he was so emotional when Nini walked away from him. You noted that you would ask him at a better time, as you unlinked arms and walked into the classroom.

~

It was at the start of your free period when things started going downhill. 

You were supposed to meet Ricky so you two could go and get snacks but you were nowhere in sight. He sat on the bench outside of east high, phone in hand as he tried to get ahold of you. Bringing his cell to his ear, he was met with your voicemail once again, 

‘Hey, it’s Y/n! sorry I missed-’ he groaned in frustration, you were not going to stand him up for girl problems. Rising from the bench in a huff, he walked, stomped, back inside the school and towards his locker. 

Throwing his wallet and phone inside, he slammed it and turned his back against it, running a quick hand through his coffee curls. 

The familiar sound of your converse squeaking on the hallway floors caught his attention, and he couldn’t help the uprise of anger that bubbled within him. 

“Where have you been?” he asked harshly, facing you with his arms out as you rounded the corner, 

“What do you mean?” confusion clouded your train of thought as you asked, walking closer to your best friend. 

“I waited an hour for you to meet me, and you never showed! A call or a message letting me know you couldn’t come would’ve been nice” he shook his head, annoyed with you. Ricky turned his body towards you, stepping back when you took a step forward. You were bewildered at his actions, almost offended as your jaw dropped. You couldn’t believe he was acting like this. 

The tension was building around you as your skin burned and his heart ached. Ricky hated this. He attempted to avoid situations like these at all costs; although this time, he wasn’t as lucky. He just wanted an explanation, and you were confused as to why he was taking this so seriously.

“Ricky, I’m so sorry, I was talking to Nini-”

He scoffed sarcastically and his hands grasped his stomach as he fell into a fit of fake laughter, and you knew exactly what he was doing as you stood in front of him. 

“Can you please just listen to me?” your voice was steady as his breathing calmed after his little laughing fit. His sarcasm pissed you off, to put it simply. 

“I am! but it feels like I’m always your second priority” he marvelled, hands flying around as reality set in. You felt the need to calm the situation before either one of you did something you would regret as you held your hands out in an attempt to defuse the tension. Jealousy was a foreign feeling to him, but gosh it was powerful and he was ready to fuel the fire with it. 

When he didn’t react to your gesture, you didn’t speak again, finding a spot on the dirty waxed floor. You found comfort in the silence. 

The only sound that cut through the tension was the bell, to which you perked up. But as you went to turn, a crowd of your classmates trampled you, making you run into something, someone. Lifting your head, you saw Ricky gazing down at you, more specifically your lips. Your heart rate increased rapidly, like a cliché movie again, as you copied his actions, staring at his lips that were directly in your line of vision. 

His lips were slightly chapped, but oh god, you could kiss them like there was no tomorrow. Your breath got caught in your throat as you flickered your eyes to his chocolate ones that swirled with an undistinguishable emotion. You leaned forward a fraction unknown to you but pulled back, suddenly aware of your intentions. 

Ricky’s eyes widened as he realised the situation, opening his mouth to apologise. But, he was being pulled back by a pair of hands that were placed strongly on his shoulders, leaving you alone. You spotted Big Red’s firey hair next to his figure before your shoulders slumped. Ricky didn't dare look at you. 

Meanwhile, your heart clenched as you blinked back the tears that were begging to fizzle down your hot cheeks. 

What just happened?

~

You avoided Ricky at all costs since you shared a moment in the hallway; if you could even call it a moment. 

The weekend had officially begun and you were determined to talk to Ricky about the incident. You struggled to wrap your head around what actually happened and how it got so heated, so fast. 

You stepped lightly onto his front porch, eyes going every direction as you finalised your speech for him. You exhaled heavily and swallowed thickly before placing your fist on the front door of his house. You cringed at how pathetic your knocks sounded, lifting your arm again to repeat the action before it swung open.

He sighed when he saw you, your arm raised before it fell to your side. 

“Hi” he breathed, voice so quiet you could barely hear him. moving to the side, he silently invited you in, shutting the door quietly behind you. 

He made his way down to his bedroom where he knew his Dad wouldn’t interrupt. 

“We need to talk, Bug” the old nickname surprised him, 

“You haven’t called me that since 8th grade” he mumbled, swearing his insides got warmer as you said it. 

You only nodded and sat on his bed, his fingers fidgeting as he sat in his desk chair across from you. 

“Nini called me when we were at my locker, remember? And she asked if we could meet up in the free period to talk about her feelings, you know, girl stuff” you begun, not meeting his eye just yet, but feeling comfortable enough to slyly joke around. 

“I’m just trying to help her adjust to what EJ did what he did and she needed a girl best friend to talk to about it” your eyes lifted to meet his, his gaze quickly averting as you sighed lightly. 

“I’m still confused rick, why do you think you’re my second priority?” you questioned, standing up from where you sat,

“You’ve always been my first, and you know that Bug” you continued, voice so sincere, it made his heart jump. 

Ricky was at a loss for words as he shook his head, mouth agape. He placed his hands over his face, hiding his honey eyes, and sighed, 

“I'm sorry I got so angry about you missing our snack run” his sentence was muffled but you got it, smiling lightly at the boy in front of you.

“Also, why were you nearly crying when Nini-” Ricky held his finger up, silencing you as he nodded,

“I just felt like I needed to help. Nini is my friend and I noticed that she wasn’t herself, so I wanted to help her. But she said it was none of my business, clearly” you felt bad, he was just trying to help his friends, and that’s all he ever really wanted to do.

“And~ she also might’ve said something about us that I possibly could’ve taken way better,” he said, face still buried in his hands. 

“Why don’t you worry about your own problems, Bowen?” Nini scolded, grasping her binder from the shelf in her locker.

“What are you talking about?” Ricky's eyes were squinted as Nini scoffed at his confused expression.

“Worry about Y/n! I don’t need your pity and I certainly don’t need your blooming love with her waved in my face when I’m clearly heartbroken!” Nini was frustrated with the boy, he was so clueless, it was unbelievable! 

“Y-Y/n? Nini-” 

“She loves you, Ricky! Oh my god, you are so blind it’s embarrassing” Nini exclaimed, slamming her locker closed and pushing past Ricky as she made her way to her first period. He head hung in shame and embarrassment as he made a beeline to you, shoes squeaking on the freshly waxed floors of the school hallway.

Your body froze before you understood exactly what he was talking about; Nini had said the same thing to you when you were talking in the free period.

“Yeah, I get it” your voice was soft as you crouched in front of him, reaching up to remove his hands from his face. His coffee eyes met yours as you both stood, Ricky a few inches taller.  

The feelings and emotions you felt towards Ricky that you had suppressed were resurfacing, and you couldn’t help the confidence that washed over you as you pressed your mouth to his. But, he pulled away abruptly, 

“No, we shouldn’t” he mumbled against your lips. You brought your hand up behind his neck to pull him closer, reattaching your lips and smiling when he let out a hushed groan. 

You felt like punching him when his lips left yours again, 

“You promise to buy me snacks aft-”

“Ricky!” and at that, you smiled against each other's mouths, finally content. 

~

When you had told Nini about your little rendezvous with a certain curly-haired boy, she couldn’t contain her excitement and aspiration,

“Ugh finally! I’ve been waiting for this for so long, you have no idea Y/n” she exclaimed, smile wide on her cheeks. 

You giggled, covering your face with your palms, eyes peeking through your fingers as you watched Nini do a little dance. 

“I’m so happy you’re happy Y/n/n,” she said softly after she sat down next to you on her bed. 

“And I’m gonna make sure you will be too, Ni. You deserve all the happiness in the world” you whispered, smiling at your best friend, 

“Now listen, we gotta find you a nice boy, with a nice personality and a nice body-” Nini’s small shriek interrupted your little speech, both of you falling backwards onto her duvet as laughter took over your beings. 

“Yeah, yeah, but first we have to focus on your relationship! Has he taken you on any dates yet?” she asked. You nodded, thinking back to last Friday night. 

“He took me to ensign lookout at sunset and we had a picnic on some grassy area on the way up. Then, we went back to his and watched a movie. Pretty cliché if you ask me” you explained, snickering at how classic it was.

“Sorry, if this is weird, we’re talking about one of your ex-boyfriends” all Nini did was shake her head, looking at you as if you had 3 heads.

“Y/n, I knew all along that you two would get together at some point, it was so obvious! I guess I just had to give you a little push, that’s all”

You felt at peace that Nini had no issue with talking about Ricky, despite the past they shared.

“Thank you” hugging Nini tightly, you stood up,

“Better get to Ricky's before I’m too late” you grinned, grabbing your bag and turning towards the door.

“Don’t have too much fun” she teased, causing you to roll your eyes and snicker.

As you got into your car, Ricky's name was displayed on your phone. 

“Hey Rick!” you greeted, smile grazing your cheeks as he spoke.

“Hey Bub, just walk in when you get here, I’ll be in the living room,” he said as you started your car, backing out of Nini’s driveway. 

“Ok, I’ll be there in 10″ you replied, putting on your right indicator. 

“Drive safe, love you!” he called, hanging up quickly. A soft blush dusted your cheeks and your body went numb. 

Your eyes widened as you squealed quietly, you were ecstatic, to say the least from Ricky's words.

~

Parking your car against the curb in front of his house, you hopped out in lightning speed and raced to his front door, letting yourself in before making your way to his living room. 

“I love you too!” you exclaimed, Ricky's eyes were as wide as saucers as was his grin, his heart was melting. 

You ran up to his standing figure and threw yourself at him, his laugh echoing throughout the house. 

“You said it back” he whispered, holding you close before you pulled back abruptly, 

“You’re kidding, right? Rick, I love you so much, oh my gosh” you beamed at him as his honey eyes swirled with adoration.

“Sorry it took so long to say it” you continued, watching tears prick his eyes, you knew how difficult those three words were for him. Ricky pulled you closer, a hand in your hair as your arms were around his torso.

“don’t apologise, okay? we just officially confessed our love for each other” he mumbled, both of your giggles calming the other. Ricky moved to look at your face, moving slowly between your eyes and your lips, pulling you down to sit next to him on the couch. 

Your hands instantly moved to his curls as he went to grip your hips, moving under your shirt to rub circles on your hot skin. 

“Ricky, I will always love you, understand? Don’t you ever forget that Baby” you murmured, lips inches away from each other. 

He nodded, feeling a little emotional at your statement. Both of you forced back your tears as your lips met. 

As it got more heated, Ricky's hands moved higher up your body, his fingertips leaving hot streaks on your neck as you moved your lips against one another. Your hands in each other's hair as teenage hormones overpowered rational thoughts. You stood, rolling your eyes as Ricky moaned about your sudden movement. You pulled him up and brought his face towards your again, 

“Bedroom?” your eyes flickered around his face as it flushed a soft red and he nodded at your request. 

Giggling down the stairs, hand-in-hand, you finally made it to his bedroom, lips together as soon as the door closed.

Ricky had you against the door as his hands grasped your hips again. You pulled away and motioned down to the bed, spinning around with Ricky as you kissed him again. Walking down the stairs carefully, with his hands on your shoulders, you turned to face him, lips together again, your teeth knocking slightly as you smiled.

You lead Ricky towards the bed, or what you thought was the bed and quickly regretted your decision. 

Your hip knocked his desk, causing a few objects to fall, but the laughs that escaped his lips were angelic. Bringing your mouth to his, Ricky was so occupied with how soft and addictive your lips were that he had forgotten about his guitar case that he had placed at the foot of his bed. How convenient. 

And as he was about to push you onto the bed, you stumbled over said instrument and landed awkwardly, half on the mattress, half on the floor. Now, this was a mood-killer, and Ricky couldn’t help the cackles that left his lips. He was holding his stomach and tears were threatening to leak. You just shook your head and giggled at him. 

Sitting up, you pulled him towards you by his t-shirt, making him fall on top of you. And once again, you brought his lips to yours, this time in a sloppy, teeth-clashy kiss that made your heart soar and your stomach flutter. 

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Teeth (Yandere!Eyeless Jack x Reader) 

Requested by: no one

Pages: 5.1

Words: 1,821

Genre: Angst kinda (I promise this is gonna be the last angsty fic for a while-)

Associated song: Teeth - 5SOS

!Tw! Swearing, gore, yandere themes, almost puking, and mentions of murder.

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"Blood on my shirt, rose in my hands, you're looking at me like you don't know who I am. Blood on my shirt, heart in my hand, still beating."

        Eyeless Jack has, for lack of a better term, an infatuation with you. Ever since he met you, he couldn't get you off his mind, you're the eternal flame he's been looking for to light up his life. He would do anything for you, and when I say anything, I mean anything. This mans would sacrifice himself for you, and pray for any poor soul that tries to flirt with you around Jack. Ej will absolutely smite them, not around you of course. He wants you to see the clam, collected, stoic side of him, not the monster side. He will never forgive himself if you saw him like that.

        You met Jack about six months ago at a house party, you were supposed to be his target along with a few others. But, the way you fought against him, he knew you weren't going down without a fight. Jack was captivated by how you fight, you managed to stab him in the ribs with a piece of glass from a broken beer bottle. He had to give himself stitches when he returned to the mansion that night. You're a real life final girl, you somehow managed to defy death and instead get brought back to a creepy mansion in the woods full of serial killers. It's not the best outcome, but hey! At least you're not dead! 

        Now you're training to become a pasta, and you're still Ej's roomie. You enjoy sharing a room with Ej, he keeps his room pristine and orderly, unlike some other pastas *cough cough* Jeff *cough cough*. You'd think Jack's room would smell like rot and death, but he is actually provided a lab to work in. Now that, that room smells like death. No matter how many candles you light, no matter how much Fabreeze you spray, that room will always smell like rot. It's a good thing that everyone has gone nose-blind to the smell though. Anyway, being roommates with a cannibal has it's perks, such as Jack keeping a mini fridge in his room for his "food". He lets you keep food in it too, because he knows how much you hate it when someone eats your leftovers. Jack is also a very comforting person, he's helped you out with your nightmares before. His presence is also just comforting in general.

        Anyway, enough of me simping for Jack, we have to get on with the story at hand. You just got out of your morning shower. You've already brushed your teeth, dried and styled your hair, and put on deodorant. You step out of the misty bathroom and pad into Jacks room. Your e/c eyes catch a small, yellow square off paper stuck onto the top of Jack's desk. You peel the Paper off of the polished wooden surface and read the note. 'Dear Y/n, I have to go on a quick mission, I don't know when I'll be back, but I already made coffee for you, Enjoy! - Ej.' You smile, blood rushing to your cheeks. You realize you're blushing and rub at you're cheeks, you shouldn't be feeling like this about your cannibalistic demon roommate. Part of you says no, but the other screams yes. You're torn.

        You decide to push your thoughts out and drink your coffee. You take a mug off of the handle screwed into the wall. Yes, Jack has not only a coffee machine in his room, but also mugs. Anyway, you take the pot and pour the steaming, bitter liquid into your mug. You like your coffee how Jack likes his, black and very bitter. The only difference between your coffee and his, is that Jack puts certain types of blood in his coffee. Certain types of blood have certain effects on him, which is cool, but also terrifying. Taking a sip of your coffee, you shudder at the taste.

        "Oh yeah, that's good shit," you mutter to yourself. You happily plop yourself on your bed and take another long sip of your bitter beverage. Since you and Jack share a room, you both decided to split the room down the middle. For example, Jack's side of the room is painted royal blue, he has a bunch of shelves for his medical equipment and a filing cabinet full of every resident's medical records. He also has a desktop and a coffee machine next to it, on the desk a bunch of unwashed, empty coffee cups and paperwork.

        Your side however, is almost completely different. Your walls are painted a dark f/c and have posters everywhere of your favorite bands and singers. You also have a shelf that holds cute figurines and a place to charge your phone and laptop. You have put up LED lights around the shelf and fairy lights around the top. You also have hooks on the wall next to your bed holding your hoodies and other things. It's funny, because when a creep walks into your/Jack's room, they see one side that's organized and professional looking, Then, they see your side. You know you're messy and quiet proud of it. Anyways, you open your laptop and scroll through Youtube, trying to find something to watch. You found something, but your stomach growled. You realize you haven't ate anything yet, reluctantly you stand up and amble out to the kitchen.

        Once you make it into the kitchen, you open the fridge to try and find something to eat. You rummage around and find f/s (favorite snack), jackpot. You smile and walk happily back to your/Ej's room. You get back into your shared room, you begin to watch Youtube.

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        Almost halfway though bingeing Markiplier's Fnaf series, you get a message from Clockwork. Your e/c eyes quickly read over the text.

Clocky :)

Hey Y/n! Do you wanna walk around the woods with me?

Y/n

Sure! Just give me a few minutes

Clocky :)

Ok! I'll be waiting outside

        You hide your snack and grab your shoes, you slip on your shoes and a jacket, since it's pretty cold out today. Exiting the room, you manage to navigate through the long and twisting hallways. You finally reach the front doors and step out of the house. "Took you long enough," Clockwork huffs jokingly, you playfully jab her with your elbow and laugh. "So, how are you?" "I'm doing good, waiting for Ej to get back from his mission," you explain, Clockwork gives you a strange look. "Slender didn't give him a mission today," Clockwork says, you give her a weird look back. "Really? He wrote me a note, saying he had to go on a mission today and he'll be back."

        Clockwork thinks for a minute, then it clicks. "Ooooooh~ somebody might have an admirer~" Clockwork gushes at you, poking your cheek. Your cheeks immediately heat up. "Oh my god shut uppppppp," Clockwork giggles at your flustered-ness. "Jack and Y/n, sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g-" you put a hand over her mouth, "cease" you grumble, now flustered to hell and back. You hear clockworks muffled chuckle under your hand.

        Once you get back to the mansion, you say your goodbye to Clockwork and trudge back to your room to think. You flop face down on your bed and groan into your pillow. You turn over to face the ceiling, you hate to admit it, but, you think you're starting to crush on Ej a bit. Don't get it twisted, Ej is fucking smoking hot. Even though, you've only seen him without his mask on twice, mans could commit arson with just his face he's THAT hot. But on the other hand, he's a cannibalistic demon serial killer. You feel like you have morals, but you shouldn't because you have to kill for a living too. You're no better than him in all honesty. You sigh and flip over to your side, now facing Jack's bed. 

        Come to think of it, you feel like he's way out of your league. Jack's not only stunning, but he's very smart, he was a health major for god's sake. Your heart cracks a bit, realizing you're not good enough for him in your mind. You feel tears prick at the corners of your eyes, you squeeze your eyes shut and silently cry to yourself. But before you could get any tears out, you hear the bedroom door squeak open. "Y/n? Are you awake?" You immediately sit up in your bed, "Hey Jack, how was the mission," you ask as jack closes the door and flicks on the lights. Jack is covered in blood, with a beautiful red rose in one hand, and a human heart in the other. This doesn't freak you out, considering he's a cannibal, Jack hands the rose to you. "I saw this and though you'd like it." Jack mumbled sheepishly.

        You break out into a genuine smile. "Thank you, Jack, it's beautiful," you say, lightly grazing the soft petals with your fingertips. Then, Jack hands you the heart, you instantly pale. You look up at Jack, "T-this is for me?" You ask, Jack nods, you take the squishy organ in your hand. You almost vomit when the bloody organ contacts your hand. "where did you get this from?" "The guy who sold me the rose." Jack explains. You stare at him in shock, you ask him simply why, and Jack says "Because he knew you, He was going to steal you from me. And we can't have that." Jack says, stroking your cheek. "What was his name," your heart drops, you hope you weren't close with this person. "His name was...Jay, I believe?" Jack answers, and you burst into tears.

        Jay was your best friend since fifth grade, he's helped you through so much. You just got told that your crush murdered your best friend, and now you're holding his heart. Jack tries to put a hand on your shoulder and you scoot as far back on your bed as you could go. You look Jack in the eyes and tell him to leave you alone, he tries to reason with you again and you just tell him to leave again. You don't think you can ever forgive Jack for what he's done.

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Horror Villains Drabble #1

Plot: The Horror Villain in your lives S/O(Who you were also very close to) has just died, and you’re there to watch them crumple. 

Includes: Jason Voorhees, Mayor Buckman and Sheriff Hoyt 

Warnings: Angst 

Hah, I think these just get shorter and shorter, which is funny because this is not the order I wrote them in. 

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Jason Voorhees:

Today, I’m going to visit Jason. Who I guess a normal person would my… brother-in-law? Stepbrother-in-law, because his girl was my stepsister. Not that that matters now, she died in a car crash 3 weeks ago. Which is why I’m checking on him, bearing a new tablecloth to lighten up his creepy little cabin and ginger ale. She said once that he liked that stuff, and the tablecloth was my idea. I didn’t know what else to bring him in this situation, since I only met him once! But I thought I should, bring something.

The time I met him was because she wanted someone to know about him, that she trusts. In case something bad happened. Which, evidently, it did. How she knew it would happen? Well, there’s an ongoing news segment dedicated to the investigation they distastefully opened the day of her funeral, when the coroner that checked her out mentioned a gang tattoo hidden on the top of her thigh. Jason doesn’t need to know that part though.

From what I gathered about him when she introduced us and I stuck around with them the day we met and what I remind myself of quickly in my head as I leave the Ford Fiesta I got for my 18th birthday 3 years ago, is that mostly he’s a delicate soul. At least, when it has to do with her, or his mother. Her name’s Pamela, but I hope that doesn’t come up because their relationship scares me and I don’t want much to do with it. I especially don’t want to bring her up to him. 

I start walking towards his cabin, recalling other things about him I could mention or just that I should remember. His favourite colour’s green, like oak leaves and definitely not moss. He drowned because some councillors who were supposed to be watching him were getting jiggy with it in the forest, and because of that he has an ingrained hatred and need to eradicate all premarital sex havers.

Pft, that’ll be fine then. My lame ass is still a virgin. Not that I’m bitter about it or that I’m going to mention that, at all.

Finally, I reach the Voorhees’ cabin, which is clearly what is seeing as I can smell the stench of Mum’s rotted head wafting from inside that still haunts my dreams from last time. I put down the bag with his new, green tablecloth, ginger ale and my Christmas cookies -because I need them to get eaten and its been a month and they’re still sitting in my cupboard, and this seemed like a good a time as any. Maybe Jason’ll appreciate the patters I painstakingly iced on them. He supposedly has the brain of a child,- on the ground and stan dup straighter, biting the inside of my lips.  

Taking a cautious step forward, wondering whether I should knock even though the door’s open, I call carefully. “Jason? Hey, it’s Y/N. (Your Stepsisters Name)’s, sister? We met, and I just wanted to check on you. She asked me to.”

When in doubt, make sure he knows who I am and my connection to her. She’s his soft spot.

No answer.

I shuffle to the side, seeing if I can get a glimpse inside the house and see if he’s actually in there, without overstepping and walking on in. “I brought ginger ale- “

Suddenly heavy footsteps come up behind me and stop close by. I whip around, and suddenly I feel like a fly in comparison to the giant that is Jason Voorhees. I soften my expression and pick up the bag, offering it to him. “Did you hear all that?”

He nods.

“Is it okay that I’m here?”

Again, he nods. I let my muscles relax, and go to sit down on the moulding, termite ravished porch. Before I start taking things out of the bag, I peer up at him, and make sure this is okay. “Is it okay that I sit here? I’ll get up if its not, its okay.”

No nod this time, I guess he got tired of it which is understandable- I would too if that was my only mode of communication. Instead, he walks over, movement weirdly purposeful, and sits down beside me. The wood moves worryingly under his weight, but stays sturdy thank god.

I flash him a kind smile, and start showing him what’s in the bag. Once I’m finished, I decide to cut straight to the chase, because he is not responding to any of this. Not even the snowman cookie awakened a reaction, and that one is freaken masterful. I turn to him, as he holds gently onto the ginger ale between his knees but doesn’t open it, and drop my forearms onto my knees. “So, Jason. Sweetheart, you gotta tell me o-or… Morse code to me, or whatever if you’re okay or not. Because that’s what I’m here for. For her, and therefore you are too. You get me?” I peer up at him, hoping he understands. Because I’m already getting emotional, and I don’t want to start crying again. I will, if we have to go through this painstakingly slowly.

Again, he doesn’t nod. But he does turn his head to look ahead of him and away from me, which I take as him understanding, but avoiding the conversation.

But hey! At least he isn’t walking off or stabbing me. Swallowing, and taking a deep breath, because we have to do this and theirs a tiny part of me that wants to for him and not for her, although the brunt of it is for her, I carry my pointer finger up and ever so gently pat the bottom of his mask. He turns slightly to look at me, and I look softly, empathetically at him. “I, for one, feel terrible.”

His shoulders relax the tiniest bit, so I go on. “I-I mean… I didn’t know her my whole life. Our parents got married when she was already 12. But I was 8, and she was my big sister after that. And, she was… the better one of us! Its true! I mean, you fell for her! And, from what I can tell you have trust issues. Rightly so, but still. She broke through that because she was so good. I can’t… “I let out a heavy breath, but not looking away because I’m brave. “Help, but think that… it should’ve been me, and not her. Okay?” Ohhh god. That sure doesn’t become easier the more times you say it… More a moment, I allow myself to pause. Worry my lip, look away. Then I push back my hair behind my ears and look back at hum, refreshed. Surprising me, when I look back, he’s looking at me. I whisper. “Is that how you feel?”

A moment of meaning passes, before slowly he nods. A more meaningful significant, and consequential then the other nods -other movements, -, simply because its slower. It feels like he’s seriously agreeing with me, like he’s saying ‘Yes, yes. That’s how I feel, I agree. You aren’t alone’.

Its honestly the most understood that I’ve felt since she died. Even her mother wouldn’t look up from the funeral pamphlet and I haven’t seen her since. But Jason, feels like me. Just another flavour, and another face.

Taking a deep breath, with tears filling my eyes now, I nod and take his hand. “Yeah… yeah. I’m sorry about that.”

“One day it’ll get better.”

Mayor Buckman:

I cross my arms and lean back on the house, watching the townspeople as the go about their day. One in particular, troubles me who I don’t let up my disappointed gaze on for minutes, as he bobs through town with an obnoxious smile on his face. All week, I’ve watched Buckman to make sure he’s okay after the funeral, and he’s failed every single test.

She entrusted me with his wellbeing and health, and I’m going to take it seriously. Because, although I don’t have as high a appreciation for his existence as she did due to him… well, trying to kill me and feed me to his crazy people, I acknowledge how he changed, for her. While she was here, the death toll in Pleasant Valley went down to all time low from the last century. Because, he had something to continue for, I guess.

But now he’s desperate to go, and although that makes sense, and I can accept it, even if it meant my last connection to her would be lost, he’s going too fast. He hasn’t even given himself time to mourn. She died, and he’s acting like she just left and he’s going to be seeing her real soon. Which, of course, may be true… But she died. Its going to tear him apart if he doesn’t sit down a second and stop grinning so crazy wide.

It’s a bit scary, actually. How full on he is right now.

As a couple new victims -teenagers, on spring break. Nothing new, - who’ve agreed to stay the night go to the room’s they’ll be staying in, our revered Mayor disappears into his home, uncharacteristically. Curious, I push off the wall and follow. “Buckman?”

“Oh,” Is the only response at first, which I take as ‘Please, come in!’, and do. It’s a very wonky ‘Oh’, coming out twisted around every which way, like you were feeling one way and tried to sound a different way. Chewing the inside my cheek, I creep across loud ass floorboards to the livingroom. There, he’s standing by the window with the blinds closed. He looks tired as hell, somehow. I don’t know how a ghost can look so exhausted, but he does. And it’s a weird thing to see on the usually vibrant southerner. “I was just looking for my good handkerchief, this one’s got the wrong pattern- doesn’t match.”

“Oh, stop it.” I walk on in and sit myself down on the couch, patting the spot beside me for him, bossily. “Why don’t you just mourn?”

He gives me a forced smile, not at all in it, and pointedly refuses to sit with me. Oh, boy. “One doesn’t mourn, when you know you’ll see them again soon.”

Okay, ignoring the fact that neither of us know exactly what happens after you really die and he could just disappear into nothingness rather then see her again because we don’t want to make him mad… Changing tact, I turn to him inquisitively. “Buckman, what are you gonna do when you see her again? What do you wanna do?”

“Ah, well, first I’ll intend to hug the stuffing out a’ her, but after that I believe it’s become a bit personal, and we don’t have that relationship my dear.”

“Okay.” Let’s move past that, because the last thing I want in my head is this man and my sisters bedroom activities. My face darkens determinedly, causing Buckman to squint suspiciously at what I’m about to throw at him. “Well, if you don’t sit down and be sad for more then the 2 seconds it takes for you to meaninglessly switch handkerchiefs, you won’t have the energy to do that. You’ll probably faint, if you can even do that in heaven or… wherever you’re going, and then there will be no hugging.” His face darkens, because he knows I’m right. I lean forward towards him, and reiterate. “No hugging. Zip!”

“Okay!” He raises his hands, begging me to stop causing a self-satisfied smile to come to my face. For a moment more, he thinks -I’m sure, - about leaving and avoiding this again like he has bene since she died, but catches my eye and that does it. He gives a defeated sigh, and sits down beside me. I change my expression to sympathetic, because I know how he feels. She was my sister. I loved her, too.

Awkwardly, I drop a couple pats on his back, as he sits doubled over with his face in his hands. Then even ore awkwardly, I cough into my shoulder. “Tea?”

“Ahhh, yes please.”

Sheriff Hoyt / Charlie Hewitt: 

I grip my spoon so tightly that my knuckles go completely white, but I let him go. Hoyt leaves the room, and the house, and I manage not to scream at him to come back and face me, because Luda Mae asked me to. That’s the only reason I didn’t throw the spoon at him.

… But, he’s crossed a line.

So, I push out of the seat and stomp past Thomas in his breakfast seat and Luda Mae pouring him water and out the door after him. “Oh, Charlie!!”

“Who the fuck- “He turns around, as he was heading for his car and his eyes land on me. Immediately they darken from being irritated, to mad and promptly, sticks up his middle finger at me. I grit my teeth, reach him and snatch it out of the air, throwing his hand back to his side. “What do you want, I’m a busy man.”

“You’re fucking unemployed, shut your trap.” I point with my thumb back into the house, and incredulously at him. “What the hell was that?? I haven’t seen a face like that on Luda Mae… e-ever. Ever. I have never seen her that hurt. What the fuck??”

The look Luda’s face appears in the forefront of my mind again, that appeared on her delicate features right after Hoyt told her to ‘shut the fuck up’. He has never used language like that at her before. God, her face. It was a horrible mix of shocked, and destroyed. She thought, we all thought, that if Hoyt still cared and respected anyone in this family then it was her. Evidently, we were wrong.   The fire in my eyes intensify, thinking about the flagrant disrespect. To her! Of all people! That sweet woman! Since I came here, with (Your Friend Who Was With Hoyt’s Name), she has been the kindest.

Hoyt, the least kind. So, I feel zero guilt in tearing him a new one out here.

Oh, you go ahead and flare those nostrils at me Hoyt, I’m not moving. “It’s a family matter, you can stick your nose out of it.”

“Oh,” I say, clutching my heart. “I’m wounded!” He doesn’t think I’ve heard that one before? Well, he’s more of a moron then I thought. “Bottom line, Hoyt, I haven’t seen you be that awful, since you fell in love with- “

“Don’t you dare say her name.” He warns, opening the car door and plopping himself in the front seat. He tries to slam the door shut, but I plant myself between him the door, and hold it open making him deeply sigh. Seeing I wasn’t about to leave, he promptly picks up his gun and a rag and starts cleaning it.

“The person you became with her is worth being. She would never forgive you if you crumpled now. I, would never forgive you.” I point to the house again. “She’s turning in her grave!!”

Hoyt scoffs, a cough of a laugh nearly, and continues to wipe his gun off- of what? I have no idea. He’s just cleaning his gun. Which looks perfectly clean to me. “Well she ain’t here, is she?” He looks up at me next, and the look in his eyes is cold, but not cold enough to force me to back down. “And I don’t remember us ever being friends.”

“Hah, we weren’t.” We will never be. “But guess what? I’m here and I’m here to stay. I won’t let you spiral into a crotchety mess, or even more of a disgusting mess then you’ve always been even with her. And I won’t exactly like it, but I’ll live with it. Because- “

“I don’t need any of your help, honey- “

“Because,” I continue, through grit teeth. His eyes flash at getting cut off, and of course, I revel in it. “I loved her too. I won’t let you become something she would hate. She loved you. Far be it me to understand why, but she did. You could see it in her face, and the way she talked to you. And it hurts so bad, imagining what she might be thinking, watching you now. If she could see you, if she’s seeing you, whatever your stance on religion, she would be heartbroken.”

He looks up, and this time squints at me. “You think I care what she would feel?”

At that little remark, I slam the door in his face, and lean close to the window. “Yes.”

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The Angel Among Us (Cordelia X reader) Part 3

Warning I may go back and edit this later if i need to but for now I am content with it. 

~~~ and Italic is flashback/dream as per usual for me

^These parts were added after edit because I couldn’t decide it they were going in these or for the next.

This is technically a prequel to Fallen Angel (Work in progress), however it can be read as a stand alone series.

Summary:

If your reading as a stand alone: A witch heads back to Miss Robichaux’s 20 years after she left in hopes of being a teacher there. The only problem is she hasn’t aged a day.

If your from Fallen Angel: The event’s leading up to Y/N joining Michael and the Cooperative.

Warnings: N/A

Parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 , Part 4(will be added when done)

Heartbreak, betrayal, lust, Lost. Happiness, unity, fulfilment. Kindness generosity. This is what it’s like to be human. There is no one way to live but through your life, you experience a lot, both positive and negative.

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Cordelia informed you that the council would have to go back to Hawthorne, and you’d have to look after the school in their absence. You nodded, not questioning it. She promised she’d fill you in if anything happened that should concern her. You spent the quiet hours sitting in the lounge room reading about magical creatures as you normally did. When you stumbled across a passage you had seen a thousand times and never thought anything of it.

 You laid the book down in front of you, contemplating the contents. 

 That mark that you saw on Cordelia. The scabbed-up wound that looked like it was rotting and bruised. It looked like one that occurs when an earthly creature mingled with a heavenly one for too long. That couldn’t be right, when would she have interacted with an otherworldly creature?

 If you could figure out who or what caused it, you might be able to reverse the damage. It was worth a shot. You were in the dark, but with enough observation you could break the code, you thought. You might have to break some of your morals, but if it was for a good cause your actions could be justified. Who’s to judge? With a collection of books, you trampled up to your bedroom going into complete lock down to focus on the task at hand.

 There was a knock at the door interrupting your study. Without turning around, you opened the door, “Yes, who is it?”

 “Mallory.”

 “Mal, did anything happen?”

 “It’s dinner in five minutes.” It wasn’t her job to retrieve people, however she was helping you look after the girls and you guessed you. Cordelia probably put her up to making sure you did not get too carried away with your work. “The others should be back early tomorrow.”

 “Yes, they should,” You turned your attention back to your work and again the book in front of you. “I’ll see you downstairs.” Mallory nodded then left, already knowing you weren’t going to head down. 

 You were still at your makeshift set up on the floor in your and Cordelia’s room. Books scattered about on the floor with a pile of untouched ones stacked up high. To the side was an untouched plate of dinner that one of the girls on dinner duty brought up for you. You grabbed a book from the pile, settling it down and letting the book flip to the page you needed as you heard the bedroom door squeak open.

 Cordelia snuck into the room. Settling her belongings down quietly. 

 “I swear If I’m not here to tell you to go to bed, do you ever sleep?” You did not respond. She noticed the plate full of food, “and you didn’t go down to dinner either?” Again, no response. The woman snuck up behind you and peered over your shoulders. You stiffened, faced darting the direction of your girlfriend as all the books snapped closed. 

“You’re back!” You jumped up and hugged her. 

 “You look like you’ve been busy.”

 “Yeah,” You said. “Give me five minutes and I'll have this mess cleaned up and I’ll be ready for bed.

 “Oh no, where going downstairs and making sure you have a proper meal”

 “I had dinner,” Cordelia points at the dinner plate laying on the ground. Left untouched since being placed there. “When did that get there? I swear my work was important.”

 “More important than food?”

 “Yes-okay no. I was having a break though?”

 “Not an excuse”

 “Fine, I’ll meet you downstairs.”

 The coven had no idea what they were up against. Cordelia sent Madison to investigate the supposed ‘Alpha’ origins linking back to a large house in Los Angeles. The boy, Michael Langdon, brought back Misty from the hell, if that wasn’t a testament to his demonic power, what was? Misty claimed to get bad vibes from the male and that her instincts have been write since she was a young child. From the findings that Madison (and Behold who choose to go with her), Cordelia only had one rational idea for her next step, make a deal with the spirit world.

 Cordelia made a deal with Dinah Stevens the current reigning Voodoo Queen for her to Papa Legba. She wanted him to open the gates of the underworld for long enough for her to lure him into going inside.

 However, since this is such a risky task, Papa Legba told her that the price for this would be all the souls of her witches from the coven. The weight of what he asked for sunk in. Cordelia hadn’t been away of what her mother did, offering a student the spirit. Now it could cost her, her whole school. All those young girls unaware of the decision that was being made.

 As Cordelia went to refuse the offer, the man spoke again.  He shifted in his chair, getting a whiff of the air. “Hmmm, you have a powerful one on the grounds. Not like the others.” Cordelia had no idea who he was talking about. Mallory? She was the only one that stood out from the rest. “Not a witch.”

 “All my students are witches; I wouldn’t have anyone here if they weren’t.” Besides the help, of course but nowadays they got the students to do it. It kept them responsible for themselves.  

 What the spirit said brought the Voodoo queen concern. “I’ll make one more offer. The angel for the gate being open. You have no use for down here and she’ll be back where she belongs.”

 “Angel? We don’t have a- No. You can’t have my girls. If you want a soul take mine.”

 “You are not good enough”

 “I’m the most powerful witch on earth.”

 Papa Legba laughed. “I have made my offers, turn them down and you will not get another.”

 She turned them down. She didn’t want to get rid of any of her girls, not a single one. She wasn’t aware of who the spirit spoke of, but if they were a part of this coven that she protected, she wasn’t going to offer them up.

 “Dinah, what do I have to do? There must be something else I can offer something else I can do?”

 “It doesn’t work like that.” Dinah said. “Papa made you an offer-two- he never makes more than one- and you refused him. That’s it. You blew it.”

 “No no no”

 “Now not only do all your girls die but now six billion other people.” Dinah had all her belongings packed and was about to head out. For all their safety, they better hope the girl that Papa Legba thought was powerful enough to change his offer was good enough to save them all. 

The Supreme remained in her office questioning if she had made a mistake. Her duty was to protect her coven and by offering her students she had failed. By refusing the offer she had doomed them and the rest of the Earth. With no clue of the Langdon’s next moves, she was at a complete loss. Choosing to move on from her decision she made, she decided to search for a new way to save them all. Cordelia walked down the stairs when she almost collapsed on the final step. Zoe who was passing helped her gain her stability. She asked her friend to help her back to her room, not wanting any of the girls to see her weak like this. As Zoe helped her upstairs, Cordelia told Zoe that she was in no state to fight Michael. Zoe shared that she believed the woman was fading because of Mallory not Michael. She’d seen the girl do something she’d never seen done by a witch. She mentioned that she was going to go to you about it when Cordelia dismissed the idea.

 “Y/N doesn’t need to know. She’s your student, not Y/N’s. Let her worry about her own students.”

 Zoe was confused as to why she did not want you to know but said nothing. All the teachers loved celebrating students' achievements no matter how small and besides that, this would be something you would be genuinely curious about. A witch with abnormal powers, you would love to learn about that. She didn’t question her supreme, there was probably more going on in the background that she was unaware of. You were work orientated, maybe Cordelia was trying to sway you from that and you knowing would impact that in some way. Who knows, the two were private about their lives, you more than her.

 “Should I tell her about Coco’s new power or wait until Coco tells Y/N herself?”

 “Coco will tell the first time she sees her. Speaking of which, where’s Y/N?”

 “Your bedroom, I’d presume, she spends most of her time there when she has no classes,” Zoe said. “We need to get her an office; the floor can’t be good for her.”

 “I offered to get her a desk, but she refused.” Cordelia’s walking showed down the closer they got to her room. “She can have my office after- I doubt Mallory or whoever the next Supreme is will be ready to take over the school, that's if they even want to.”

 “Will Y/N be? She's nice to the students and knows the curriculum and has spent the most time at the school since she arrived but she’s always preoccupied on something else.”

 “She doesn’t need to be the face of the coven just the inner workings. I’ll leave her a list, so she isn’t left in the dark.”

 If Cordelia trusted you to do the job, that was sufficient for her. It went without saying, the council and the school’s students would be there for you as you have been for them in this trying time. You would all get through it together as she wants. For now, there’s no point in worrying.

 “I can make it the rest,” Cordelia said. If you were in there, she didn’t want to concern you. She could simply say she was tired or thought that you’d appreciate some cuddles.  Anything to hide the truth from you.  

 Cordelia woke up from her slumber with an arm of another draped atop of her. She smiled to herself at the thought of you seeing her asleep and choosing to join her. You had cuddled up to her side with one hand loosely laying on her. She brushed the hair of your face. The action causing you to snuggle closer to her body. 

 Sadly, she knew she would have to leave your sleeping form. She needed to catch up with the council about their finds. Myrtle had recreated one of her friends Bubbles McGee to help figure out the warlocks’ plan. Two of their own changed who they sided with, one vanishing from the face of the earth, the other overhearing her discussion with Madison about going to the house where Michael was born and joined not trusting the boy the others believed was the next ruler. 

 She pulled away from her girl, making sure not have woken her in the process before tiding herself up and heading downstairs. She’d ordered a special dinner for Mallory and the group to celebrate because it might be the last time, they were all together. 

 The group at dinner was informed by the two eldest witches of the warlocks that they had killed their brother as well as their plan to do the same to them. Mallory was upset because, in order for her to become Supreme, she had to take power away from Cordelia. Cordelia told her that she isn't dead yet and to enjoy the dinner. Mallory commented on your absent, she assumed as you were part of the staff and their group, you’d be joining them. If she was to rise and be the next supreme, you’d be her best lead on how to look after the witches after Cordelia’s gone.

 Cordelia didn’t comment immediately allowing the others to comment in on it. The others knew you weren’t in the loop as for the reasons why they weren’t sure. “Shouldn’t we tell Y/N?” It didn’t make sense as to why you were in the dark, you were one of them. You weren’t in the council, but you are one of the main carers for the students, if there was a threat, you should know so you can prepare for the worst-case scenario. “We can’t be completely irresponsible; we still have girls to protect. Someone needs to look after the students while we stop Michael.” The comments kept going.  “It might be a good idea to at least keep her in the loop, she’s a wiz with magic after all. Mightn’t see get sceptical if you don’t talk to her, she is your girlfriend after all.”

 “I’ll inform her about the warlocks-” Cordelia said. 

 “What about the rise of the next supreme? Does she know about you Michael or you fading yet?” Zoe asked.

 “Is that why she isn’t with us tonight? Haven’t you told her yet?” Mallory asked. 

 “She only just got me, I don’t want to tell her- She’s had a long day, that’s why she isn’t here.” She opted to change her tale mid-way through. She wasn’t in the mood to express her emotion fuelled reasoning. They were going to have to respect what she told her. It wasn’t their story to tell. It was hers and the time wasn’t right.  “We should go and save our fallen brother and prove that Mallory is my successor.”

 They go to the gas station where John Henry was killed. Cordelia asked Mallory to use her powers to bring John Henry back to them. She used her powers and passed the final test. They brought the man back to the school so they could question him on what happened in safety. 

 You were awake by the time the group came home. You had been up for an hour speaking to the warlock Behold Chablis who had been the coven the last few days. You’d taken the time to make sure he was comfortable while the others were out. He accidentally slipped out about the murder of his brother witch John. You acted oblivious to it, telling him you were sorry for the loss. He figured it out quickly that though you were a staff member you weren’t aware of the outer workings outside these walls.  It made him question his supreme. 

 The two heard the front door open and they both went to check on it. You noticed a group come back with a warlock. You looked at Behold as if to ask if that's his brother warlock, he gave you a nod of recognition. 

 “Everything alright?” You asked when you caught sight of Cordelia. She gave you a quick nod before asking you kindly to make some tea and bring it up to her office. Mallory offered to help you which you appreciated.  

 “I’m so happy you guys found him. I just heard he died. I can’t believe something like that happened,” You said getting a pot ready to make the tea. You preferred doing it the old way, electric kettles are good if you are making one but for multiple, brewing it in a pot was better. 

 “Coco, was the one that found him.”

 “Seriously? Coco, that’s awesome. Great job, new you had it in you.” You cheered; the girl looked embarrassed but flattered. “I feel like that calls for a celebration.”

 “I didn’t do much. Mallory was the one who brought her back.”

 Mallory’s eyes darted to Coco. It took a second for her to realise what she said was wrong. If you knew that she could reset how long would it take you to figure out the rest. Neither wanted to be responsible for you finding out. You eye the two of them. “Hell yeah Mal. Now were definitely celebrating. You two drink wine?” They both did. You informed them there should be the replacement bottle of wine you bought after Madison drank Cordelia’s. You’d bought a couple so you could save it for a celebration. 

 “There’s a half-finished bottle, should we have that first?”

 “Yeah. Madi must have gotten into the wine again.” The bottle was leftovers from the dinner they had earlier that night. Neither decided to mention that. “You guys pour the wine while I deliver this tea to the peeps upstairs.”

 You carried the tray to her office placing it on the coffee table Cordelia had set up for less formal meetings. You minded your own business as you poured a couple cups for the guests. 

 John started a coughing fit, when he settled you handed him a cup. He thanked you, locking eyes with you briefly. The night he died flashed into her head. You averted your gaze. You mumbled about getting the tea later as headed towards your escape. Cordelia thanked you as you left. 

 You ran your hand down your face, gathering yourself before joining the girls downstairs.

 The three of you finished the half bottle and moved onto another, by this time you’d had your fair share of alcohol. The other teachers and Madison had joined when they saw alcohol was involved. Zoe only had one glass and only stuck around to make sure you all didn’t wake up the sleeping students with your loud antics. 

 The topics shifted from television shows they’d seen to celebrity crushes. The girls were arguing over who was the hottest out one. Somehow, Madison started telling stories of her time in the industry and then it ended with her telling you how she ended up being sent to this school in the first place. That started everyone on their own personal journey on how they found their way to the place they all sat drinking in today. Some you already knew, but others like Mallory’s you hadn’t. “You know what I love about your generation of witches,” You caught all their attention. They expected you to tell them your story about how you found your place at the school. “You guys aren’t taught you get all your powers by your 40’s. Like what dumb ass came up with that. You never stop learning new skills, so why wouldn’t it be the same for magic? Take Delia for example- supreme at -what -like 42? Better than 18 like her mother.”

 “Anyone is better than Fiona?” Zoe joked. Mallory and Coco didn’t know much about the woman you spoke of but a tale or two had been shared about her and her time tormenting Queenie, Zoe, Madison and Cordelia.

 “Oh yeah, you guys met her, didn’t you? Poor souls.” You finished off your latest glass. “I’ve always been terrible at magic, but it’s history- no witch here could beat me, and I can bet on that. I think the misconception was to belittle the weaker ones, keep them in place like they did with the men.”

 “You’re talking like you aren’t one of use” They all look at coco like she was supposed to be in the know. “I don’t understand-”

 “She’s 45.”

 “You’re-” She gave you and full inspection. She was in disbelief by the information she’d heard. You nodded and quickly filled Coco on everything she had missed out on. “That explains a few things.”

 “Explains what?”

 “Nothing.” 

 You glared at her, she averted you gaze. You pushed it off deciding to take a sip of your drink instead. You knew what she was on about. The girls in the school were nice but they did talk about you. You shut in nature only helped to create more mystery surrounding you.

 Queenie steered the conversation away from the current topic to something more light-hearted. The attitude picked up a bit by everyone but you. 

 Cordelia and Myrtle came downstairs from their meeting to find the girls had been drinking. Thankfully however the one they needed hadn't drunk much. 

 She scolded the lot of you drinking on a school night, especially the three staff members. She asked whose ideas it was suspecting it to be the former movie star. When all fingers pointed to you, she was taken aback. You barely acknowledged her presence, deciding to forget about your glass instead taking a swig from the bottle. 

 She informed the group that the council had to deal with the warlocks and since the main supervisor of the school had gotten 'wasted', council member Zoe would have to stay behind and look after the school. Cordelia informed Coco that she would be requiring Coco's help tomorrow so the group would have to try and sober up before then. She also warned them to dress in black. There was going to be a witch burning.

  “You're in trouble now,” Queenie teased.

 "Oh well." You finished off the bottle before scrambled up and fumbling through your pockets for your packet of cigarettes. You shoved a stick in your mouth. It was lit the instant it met your lips. Bet Delia didn't know you could do that. Book nerd has learnt a thing or two. "I'm going to smoke. Don't stay up too late."

~~~

To truly understand something you must see it up close, to experience something (by either first hand or by a secondary source) and to formulate your own ideas on it.

“To tell you the truth, this may not be the best idea.” A cigarette in hand, you flicked off the ash into a tray nearby. You never said it was going to be the best idea. “You’ve gone in two deep. Someone’s going to get hurt-” You rose your hand cutting them off by their fear of you alone. 

“I’d call you a friend,”

“Thank you?”

“I’d hate to see you die too.” You brought your cigarette up to your lips, inhaling the deathly sweet smoke that has and will kill many. “But you treat me as a god and not an equal. I am no different than you. You see, I have to do this. You aren’t the first to confuse me for something better and if I am to truly understand, I must live in your shoes. Submit myself entirely to science.”

“But this can’t be done the way you plan without flaw.”

“So, let there be flaws.” Your friend, the man you’d been with since he was a young man, who dedicated his whole life to you was in disbelief. You were driving yourself into insanity and in turn bring him down with you, for he worshipped you, claiming he had found god reincarnated. But the man was wrong, you were no god. 

“And when it’s all done, what of it then?”

“That won’t happen until the end times.”

#cordelia x reader #cordelia foxx x reader #cordelia goode x reader

[honeyedmorphine]

unmarked grave

I think often of the people who live now

In the houses I once lived in.

Do they smell the decay?

Of my young flash under the hands of older men?

Do they feel a chill go down their spine?

When they step into,

What was once my bedroom?

Do they sense the fear I felt?

But could never elude

To anything except a

Calm composure?

In the face of danger of me

Being the one to be punished

For their actions.

So they see?

The rot that encompasses

Those four walls,

That were meant to be

My sanctuary.

But became my prison cell.

So they hear me?

The silent prayers

That rang constantly

For anyone to walk in

And stop a tragedy from

Ensuing.

Do they see me?

A little blonde girl,

Afraid.

Covered in the stench of

Self induced vomiting

And fear?

Do they?

Do they?

Do they?

Or am I simply a ghost

With no name or story

To tell.

That haunts their hallways.

Those men.

They said they saw me.

They said they cared for me.

That I was special.

But I was just an opportunity

To them.

Not special

I wasn’t worth anything to them.

I was a child who they had access to

So they did those bad things to me

And now I’m the one who has to

Deal with the ensuing trauma.

The therapy

The tears

The suffocation of knowing

Even these men never really

Wanted or cared for me.

Im nothing but a fucking sex doll to them

To anyone

Im only useful to satisfy men

And their disgusting desires.

If I could I would kill them all.

I would show no mercy.

I was never shown mercy so

No one else shall receive it from me

Die bleeding and alone.

#trauma tw #tw #rape survivor #child abuse survivor #abuse survivor #tw poetry #poetry #flashbacks #fuck off

[justjessame]

Hellfire and Angelic Grace Chapter 6

Trivial Pursuit. John would laugh, but Li-Li was proving better at it with a concussed head than Sam at full strength. Another admirable trait, if only he wasn’t so fucking competitive. After the third game she beat them in no time flat and he eyed her with suspicion.

“How often have you played this?” He asked, tapping the box of trivia cards and squinting at the giggling young woman.

She smirked at him and his heart lurched. “A time or two.” Then she winked at him. “Why-ever do you ask, John?” She was trying too hard to sell her innocence.

“Boys,’ he announced, gaze never leaving hers, “we’ve been had.” He tried to fight his smile, but knew he lost when hers grew. “She’s a fucking trivia shark.”

Li-Li tried to fight her laughter, but couldn’t. As she laughed, John was forced to join in simply because it was so infectious. Then Sam and Dean came along for the laugh track. “Sorry,” she shrugged. “I haven’t found new victims since my parents,” she stopped and took a small breath, but her smile held. “They used to LOVE inviting friends and business colleagues over. Wow them with my brilliance. No one ever caught on, until today.”

“Could probably take you at pool though,” Dean dared, glint in his green eye.

Another wide innocent smile, she blinked her eyes slowly and worked to make it real. “If you’d like to try, the pool table is down that hall.”

Sam laughed. “Damn, Li-Li, is there a game you aren’t going to wipe the floor with our asses at?” He’d been the only one who nearly beat her at trivia, nearly but still not near enough.

She nodded. “One.” She stood up and went to the game cabinet she’d gotten the trivia box from. Pulling out a familiar box, she brought it back to the coffee table. Sitting down they all grinned. “Monopoly. It’s the only one I haven’t worked out a trick for, my parents insisted it was because I lack the ‘blood in the water shark instincts of a robber baron,” she shrugged, clearly not at all bothered by that description. “Just didn’t see the point, it’s only play money after all.”

Their game lasted until the sun peeked over the horizon. She’d been honest. At Monopoly, at least, she didn’t have the killer instinct that they did. She laughed, head propped up on her hand, as the three Winchester men argued about EVERY part of the game. She thought, at once tense part of the game, that Dean may actually strip search Sam for an accusation of stolen money. A huge yawn overtook her as the glass wall overlooking her back yard lit with sunlight.

John’s attention, never far from her, noticed. “I think it might be safe for you to try to sleep now, Li-Li, but one of us should still be in the room with you. Just in case.”

Dean stood and reached for her hands to pull her to her feet. Once standing, she took them by surprise again. “I have to leave a message for Ali. She was going to open the bar with me today anyway, but I need to tell her she’s solo. I’m taking the day off.” She noticed their raised eyebrows. “I deserve a day off, and I’m fucking exhausted.” Another yawn rolled over her as she picked up her phone. She left the briefest message possible while still reassuring her best friend that she was fine, just tired. Finished, she turned to start down the hall to her bedroom. Looking over her shoulder, she glanced at John. “Aren’t you coming? I thought I had to have supervision, after all.” She didn’t notice Sam and Dean’s open mouths at her choice.

John followed her down the hallway at a respectful distance. She opened a door and stopped. He nearly bumped into her body. “What’s wrong?” He asked, drawing back from her body.

“I forgot to tell them where they could sleep.” She turned and almost went back to the front room, but he stopped her.

“Which room?” He asked, and she pointed out two at the other end of the hallway. He nodded. “Go in and get ready for bed, sweetheart, I’ll take care of the boys.”

She smiled and went inside her room. While he was gone, she tugged off her work clothes, sighing happily at the freedom of being released from her bra. Taking a long night shirt with her into her en suite bathroom, she washed her face, brushed her teeth, and took down her hair to brush it. Then she made a loose knot on the top of her head, and stepped out of the bathroom. John was already back. She smiled at how uncomfortable he looked, just standing inside the still open door. Lolly was already on the bed.

“There’s an extra toothbrush in my bathroom, and I’m sure you want a minute to yourself.” She moved into her bedroom and climbed onto her king size mattress. “I won’t fall asleep until you’re back, I promise.” She held up her hand in a Girl Scout sign. Wondering if that would work, she also crossed her heart. She heard his chuckle and watched him shake his head.

“You don’t have to wait, just get comfortable and I’ll be right back.” He walked into the bathroom and closed the door. Alone, even if it was feet away from her, he let out a long breath. Get a grip, he silently told his reflection. She picked me because I’m the one she’s less likely to make a quick decision to touch or grab on to. I’m the least likely one for her to fall for, for fuck’s sake, look at Dean! Pep talk out of the way, he brushed his teeth, and took off his top shirt. Down to jeans and his t-shirt, he opened the door and found her lying on the bed, running her fingers through the dog’s fur. He leaned against the door frame and watched her for a moment. Tiny woman in a huge bed.

“Just gonna stand there staring or are you coming on in?” She asked, not looking up. Lolly was almost asleep, and she knew that if she stopped brushing her fingers through the big goofball’s fur, she’d be up and ready to play again.

She saw John reach for the plush chair she kept for when Ali and her were getting ready for a night out, so one of them could sit comfortably and critique the other’s outfit. She shook her head and kept one hand on Lolly, she yanked the empty side of her bed’s blankets over to expose the sheets underneath. “My bed is enormous, John, I think you can lay here and never touch a single part of me and be more comfortable than even that fucking chair.”

“I don’t think-” he started to say and heard her scoff.

“Don’t think,” she answered, her voice quiet, because Lolly was almost out. “Just get in the fucking bed.” It was playful, but still an order.

He smirked at her pull, the power she realized she had, or didn’t know, but used anyway. “If you insist.” He pushed the chair back to its original spot and kicked his shoes off. Before he could sit, she snorted.

“Always get comfortable in jeans and a belt?” Her eyes barely glanced at him, but he could hear the dare in her voice. The little minx.

Shaking his head, he slid his belt free from the buckle, and opened his jeans. Dropping them unceremoniously to the floor he stepped out of them. “Better, Princess?” He asked, waiting for confirmation before crawling on the bed.

She shrugged, but she was smirking. “You’ll thank me when we get up from my nap and you’re not feeling like your balls are going to rot off from the press of denim.” He nearly choked on his own tongue. She just casually mentioned his balls, as though it were no big deal. For fuck’s sake. “Get in bed, John.” She laid back against the fluffy pillows, her hand free from Lolly’s fur. The dog gave a gentle snore, but didn’t wake up. “She can’t sleep until I brush her hair to calm her down.” She explained, feeling the dip in the mattress as he finally got into bed. “Am I going to have to repeat that with you?”

John felt a rush of need spread through him at the mere thought of her stroking him. Anywhere. He coughed and settled against the headboard, sitting up since he was here to keep her alive, not nap. “I think that would defeat the purpose of me being in the room with you, darlin’.” His voice was raw, and he cleared his throat. “Can’t watch over you and the insides of my eyelids at the same time.”

She gave a small chuckle and it warmed him. “Aw, come on, John. I think we both know that you’re a light sleeper. You’ll hear me before I do.” She was a temptress. That was the only explanation for it. “Lay down and rest, you look as exhausted as I feel.” Another order, but far more tempting than he wanted to admit. “I promise not to die.” She crossed her heart again and he laughed.

“You’re pretty damn sure of yourself aren’t you?” His smile and those dimples, Lilana felt warm all over looking at them. She nodded and he groaned, laying flat and turning to watch her. “Better?”

She hummed and turned to face him. “Much.” Her smile was like magic, and he felt the light of it tingle through him. “I promise you’ll thank me later.” And her eyes began to droop closed, finally done fighting the exhaustion, and he thought he must have imagined her next sighed words. “After all, this is how it’s supposed to be.”

#supernatural fanfiction #alternate universe #crowley/daughter #angel/demon #john winchester x ofc #sam winchester #Dean Winchester #eventual smut

[yoontothemoon]

— college x neighbour x joshua hong warnings — implied illict sexual behaviour, briefly. ( this has been rotting in my drafts since i started this blog in march ) ( tag list — @svtegg @shuasunflowers )

the thing was that you knew him only by name, a name that you could put to a face when he moved in across the way last year. that was all you knew as you peered into the world across your own. you watched him quietly from the distance, seeing his world go from three white walls to something more.

within the year that joshua and you shared mirrored views out of your bedroom windows, you learned more and more about each other than you cared to realize. it seemed as if it was a window to your lives, the brief pause from social lives to where you were most vulnerable. you never saw each other otherwise—perhaps briefly at the occasional party but rarely a glimpse before you were pulled away somewhere. you had the same handful of friends but too different of majors to truly be within distance of each other—shouting notwithstanding.

you suppose if you were tell anyone else but your roommates they would have made it out to be some sort of start to a horror movie or hitchcock film but it wasn’t. it was a nightly routine the two of you shared the space between brick and glass and wood, two dumpsters and a chorus of feral cats.

even though you never talked, you could tell what was going on in your day by the way you exasperatedly threw your hands up as you cross the half a meter of space that your window allotted, pacing back and forth in your room. joshua would do the same in the way he tossed his coat haphazardly on the floor when he’d come home from college. your pacing was the equivalent to his tossing crumpled up pieces of paper in what you could only assume was a garbage can.

he sees snapshots of you. of you crumpled over poorly lit notes with your half burnt bulb and a castle of books at three am. or simply the edges of you when you’ve gone to fix yourself coffee—no, tea. it was always tea because he sees you lift the bundled loose leaf satchel to place on the dishes you leave on the window sill. you see him with a rolling a corkboard that he shuffles across your view finder with red string slowly looped around push pins, mapping out his thoughts ( criminology major, you remind yourself ). if you squint, you can see him going over cases.

the two of your never talked but you could have told a multitude of stories, ones that could have made you laugh so hard your stomach hurt or cry so deeply that all that came out was garbled heaving. they were stories you could imagine, never quite reaching a reality. not once because he was the boy next door—too busy to socialize from the other end of campus.

the two of you knew when things didn’t work out with the people you were with. whether it was one of the various revolving door of the same-looking girls you saw just above his window sill. ( to your credit you only saw them from behind ). ones that pleaded to stay before he ushered them out with a smile. or your more infrequent college boys that insisted they go over to yours. you were sure that he had snickered at a particular annoyed goodbyes you had, throwing one boys boxers out the window for effect.

within the year, you learned that you were not the only one with conquests whom you sent home because you spend your nights alone—your mornings alone ( sans crazy roommates in your tiny three-man apartment ). within the year, you learned that joshua’s blonde haired roommate liked to barge into his room, girl or not, to borrow a charger.

joshua knew about your days gone by and the frustration you bottled, between the green of your plant children and the bright your sunflowers sheets. you knew about his obsession with string and his array of guitars. even then he took you by surprise.

when you saw the red stuck on the back side of the curtains of his window when he drew them closed. honestly, all you could do was smile even if all he did was write “hello” in decorated with that very red yarn he would wind around push pins. it made you giggle, even on your darkest days.

it only took him a year.

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[carryonsimoncarryonbaz]

Chapter 13 is up! We’re nearing the close of this fic. Just a bit left to go. I’m going to miss writing this one. 

Chapter 13

Simon

No one’s in the kitchen by the time we get downstairs. I can hear the little ‘uns voices down the hall.

Baz rummages around in the refrigerator then pulls out a few sealed containers of food.

It’s a bit surreal watching Baz make me a roast beef sandwich in the Pitch Manor kitchen. Not a sight I ever expected to see but it’s certainly a welcome one.

He’s put all sorts of left-overs on my plate. His has considerably less food on it than mine. “Aren’t you going to eat?”

He points at his plate. “I am eating.”

I frown. “Not much.”

Baz frowns back at me then reaches over to dump a little more chestnut stuffing on his plate.

“That’s it?”

He rolls his eyes. “I’m saving room for dessert.”

“That sweet tooth of yours.”

“I happen to be partial to trifle.”

“I’d not say no to some of that sticky toffee pudding.” Mrs. Grimm’s sticky toffee pudding was heavenly.

“Then you’d be out of luck.”

“What? It’s not all finished, is it? I swear there was some on the platter when we cleared the dishes last night.”

The tips of his ears flush. He’s not meeting my eyes. “Baz?”

“Oh, shut up, you nightmare. I came down and polished it off after you went to bed.” He gives me a pointed look. “The first time you went to bed.”

“You jammy bastard. I was looking forward to some more of that.”

“You can have trifle.”

It’s ridiculous really, that we’re bickering about sweets. I can’t help but grin. We sound like we used to, back when we roomed together, squabbling familiarly but with none of the bitterness.

I love it.

We sit at the kitchen table, side by side, legs rubbing and arms bumping. It’s cozy. It’s domestic.

It’s fucking perfect.

And that’s when the ache in my chest at the thought of him leaving in a week hits me again. I can’t help it. It gets me every time. I’ve put up a good front, but five months does sound daunting when you think about it.

I suppose we’ve been apart five years so what’s five months compared to that?

It helps to think of it that way, if only a little.

Baz and I demolish what’s left of the trifle, both leaning over the dish, spoons dueling for the best bites.

I carry the dishes to the sink and do the washing up while Baz dries. I’m going to think back on this moment when I’m alone in my flat, and that thought is almost unbearable.

“So. Shall we search out the hellions and devote the afternoon to board games or is there something else you’d rather do?” Baz is leaning against the counter, one eyebrow arched in question.

I can think of an entire list of things I’d like to do with him and none of them involve the kind of games he’s talking about.

Baz clears his throat and flushes again. “I meant down here. We should at least put in an appearance?”

My face flames in response. “Yeah, uh, yes, of course.” How bad can games with his siblings be?

Horrifically bad, it turns out. These children are all as insanely competitive as Baz, even Magnus, and he’s only seven.

They thrash me at Scrabble. I thought it would be better if we split into teams. That was my first mistake. Mordelia paired up with Acantha, Baz with Magnus, and Ophelia got me. I’m sure she regrets it. She’s the only reason we even got one triple word score. The disgust on her face when all I could eke out on the last go-around was “BAT” is uncannily similar to the look Baz used to sport whenever he’d walk by my clothes hamper at school (I run hot) (can’t be helped if my laundry gets a little ripe) (I still tend to wait until I’m down to the dregs of my closet before I do the wash).

He’s not sneering at me this time though. He’s fucking smirking at the board as he adds a “WOM” to my word and seals his victory in the game. Wanker.

Scrabble over, they drag me into a game of Lord of the Rings Trivial Pursuit which ends up being even more of a bloodbath for me, as we’re all on our own for this one. It’s not like I haven’t seen the movies. I have. I like them well enough but there’s no way I know what bloody color hood Faramir placed on Gollum’s sodding head by the Forbidden Pool. It’s all rot.

I lose again. Even Magnus does better than I do.

I feel the touch of Baz’s hand on my arm. He’s rubbing my forearm, stroking up and down gently. It’s soothing. I like it. He can keep doing that all day, as far as I’m concerned.

“Had enough of the minions?” Baz says it softly, for my ears only. Said minions are all crouched in a corner of the room, quarrelling over which game to torture me with next.

They rise in triumph, Magnus brandishing a Monopoly box at us. Bloody hell. Anything but that.

I’m on my feet in an instant. Baz stifles a snort but stands up with me, fingers searching mine out. He shakes his head at his siblings. “You can play amongst yourselves for a bit, you horrors. I’m going to give Simon a tour of the house.”

“More likely a tour of your tonsils,” Mordelia says, just loud enough for us to hear. She gives Baz a wicked grin and then winks at me. She’s incorrigible, truly. This girl is going to give Fiona a run for her money before long.

It’s a terrifying thought.

Baz gives her a withering look. “And what would you know about that?”

“Looked like you were giving it a go last night.” She smirks right back at him and Baz wisely chooses to beat a hasty retreat, before the younger ones get involved in this conversation.

We escape to the hallway. “Are you really giving me a tour of the house?”

“Do you truly want one?”

“Well, Mordelia’s option is quite tempting but I am curious about this Gothic mansion of yours.”

“I told you, it’s Victorian.”

I grin at him. “I know.”

“Nightmare.” He pulls me along the hallway.

Baz’s house is fucking absurd. There’s a gallery filled to the brim with portraits of deceased Pitch relatives. It’s a little unsettling having a whole room of them sneering at me.

There’s a green room and a red room (Baz’s lurid bedroom isn’t even the actual “red room”) (You should see that one) (it’s straight out of a horror movie). Then there’s Fiona’s room but Baz says it’s just a shrine to dark wave music and manky 80’s posters.

It is.

Mine’s the blue room so we skip that and head to the library. It’s massive. Heavy, dark furniture, large windows, a fireplace at the far end, and shelves and shelves of books. Leather bound books. Ancient looking tomes. I’d not be surprised to find an original copy of the fucking Magna Carta in here.

We don’t find that but we do find Mr. Grimm. He’s seated in an armchair at the back of the room, near the fire, reading a book. Baz gets his widows peak from him.

“Ah, Basilton. Simon.” Mr. Grimm gives us a nod.

“Just giving Simon a tour of the house, Father.”

“You’ve shown him the dungeon then?”

My eyes widen. I hadn’t quite expected the house to be that cliché, but it is Pitch Manor. I suppose they could have a dungeon here. The idea makes the hair on my neck stand up.

Baz gives his father a rather feral smile. “Thought I’d save that for the end.”

I look from one to the other.

Mr. Grimm doesn’t last long. His lips curve up. “Simon, you should see your face.”

Baz is laughing too.

“What?” I’m still looking back and forth between them, not sure of the joke.

Baz huffs at me. “You absolute numpty, there is no dungeon. It’s just a wine cellar, a storage area, and a fair amount of dust and spiders.”

Mr. Grimm still looks amused. “We were just having you on, Simon. No dungeons here.” He darts a glance at Baz and smooths his features. “But I make no promises about the estate in Scotland.”

I swear he winks, but it’s so fast I’m not sure it actually happened.

I’ve got no idea what to think. “You’ve got an estate in Scotland?” is what manages to come out of my mouth.

“Yes. It’s been in my family for generations.” Mr. Grimm nods in my direction. “We go there in the summers.” His eyes dart to Baz and they hold each other’s gaze for a long moment, Mr. Grimm’s aspect taking on that fond look I’ve glimpsed on Baz lately. “You should bring Simon, when you come home for your summer holiday, Basilton.”

I can feel Baz shift position next to me, see the relaxing of his posture. He fingers brush against mine. “Sounds like a splendid idea.”

Baz

I do end up snogging Simon in the wine cellar. It’s cold but it’s also far more private than any other place in the house. Far less chance of Mordelia sneaking up on us here.

I’ve got him pushed up against one of the stone walls, hands on his hips. We’re pressed together and the heat of him seeps through his clothes to warm me.

It’s doing quite a bit more to me than simply warming me up. I shift position, angling my hips slightly away from him.

One of Simon’s hands is in my hair and the other has slipped between the buttons of my shirt, to trace patterns of searing heat against my skin, just like this morning. I don’t want him to stop.

Eventually we do stop, because breathing is an unfortunate necessity.

I press my forehead to his. “I don’t want you to go.”

His eyes close. “I don’t want to go. But I’ve got to get back for work tomorrow.”

“You could stay tonight. I’ll drive you in the morning.” How can I sound so fucking needy?

Simon’s remarkable blue eyes meet mine. He pulls back to smirk at me. “I’d never be on time, if I stayed here with you.”

He’s probably right about that. I’d likely find every excuse to delay.

“You’ll come up to London later this week, yeah?”

“You couldn’t keep me away.” Fucking hell. The things that come out of my mouth when I’m with Simon. I’ve got no filter with him. I’ll be turning into fucking Fiona next, except spouting besotted romantic nonsense instead of bitter sarcasm and robust swearing.  

“What’s the time, Baz?”

I pull back far enough to check my watch. “It’s almost six.”

Simon shakes his head. “I should head home. I’ve got wash to do before tomorrow and a day of activities to plan.”

His hands come to rest on my face as he tips his head up to kiss me. It’s a long few moments before we move apart again.

“You alright driving me home?”

“I told you I would. It’s that much more time I get to spend with you. Every moment counts.” It’s done. It’s over. Whatever filter I had left has been definitively annihilated by the all-consuming blaze of affection I have for this boy. I’m a disgrace to the Pitch name.

I don’t care.

I thought I’d lost him forever five years ago.

I don’t intend on losing him again.

Simon

It takes longer than I expected to say goodbye to Baz’s family. Mrs. Grimm hugs me and tells me she hopes I can visit again. Mr. Grimm gives me a firm handshake and reiterates his invitation for the summer.

Acantha and Ophelia give me hugs of their own, while Magnus demands a piggy-back ride down the long hallway upstairs before he’ll allow me out of his sight.

I oblige and end up red-faced and puffing by the time I get back downstairs. Baz just smirks at me, the prat.

There is one more farewell it seems. Mordelia tugs at my sleeve as we walk past her toward the front door.

I stop. She’s got her hands on her hips and she’s glaring at me. She’s literally a mini-Fiona. She leans forward and pokes one finger at my chest. “Don’t be a knobhead.”

“Mordelia, language.” Mrs. Grimm snaps.

Mordelia rolls her eyes. “Fine.” Her eyes meet mine. “You know what I mean, Snow.”

I think I do.

For all her put-on indifference she cares about Baz deeply. They’ve got a way of communicating in this family—a way that cloaks their affection with sharp commentary, bitter sarcasm and vague insinuations. They know how to read each other, under that veneer.

My work with sullen youngsters has given me a bit of insight on the undercurrent of deep emotion that can be concealed by such language. My recent time with Baz has made me rethink many of our past interactions.

I nod at her. “I’ll do my best.” I lean a little closer, words for her ears only. “It means that much to me too, you know.”

Her eyes widen. She nods back and the mask slips into place once again. I’m far more knowledgeable about that too, in hindsight.

I had years of seeing Baz do just that.

Baz

The closer we get to Simon’s flat the dodgier the neighbourhood looks. There’s a parking spot open just past his building and I pull into it. I wasn’t sure what I expected when we got here but I most certainly am not just dropping him off. I want a look around this place.

There’s a boarded-up shop just across the street, graffiti spray painted onto the brick and boards. As we walk to his building I take in the sight of rubbish piled up and around the bins. There’s a shape that scurries into the shadows as we approach that I am fairly certain is a rat.

One of the lights by the door to the building is burnt out.

“I’m on the third floor. Bit of a trek up the stairs.” Simon grins back at me as he bounds up the steps. “Can you manage that these days, Baz, with your desk job?”

There’s a challenge in his eyes. I may sit at a desk all day but I’m still in peak physical condition.

“I don’t think I was the one huffing and puffing while giving a small boy a short piggy back ride earlier today, Simon.”

“Whatever you say.” Then he races up the steps without another look back.

This is unacceptable. “You cheat!” I’m flying up the steps behind him.

He beats me, of course. He’s leaning against the door to what must be his flat when I reach the third floor. “Cheat.”

“Plodder.”

“Oh, shut up.”

Simon’s grinning as he unlocks the door. “You still can’t stand losing. Not even at the smallest things.”

“I didn’t lose. You cheated.”

I follow him into his flat. It’s dark and wretched. There are too few windows and the room is small, the paint on the walls a dingy grey.

Walls which are empty. No posters. No pictures. I take in the lumpy sofa, the single scuffed up coffee table, the slightly crooked floor lamp.

Simon flushes. “It’s not much, I know. Penny and I had a nicer flat but I couldn’t keep up with the rent without a roommate.” He jams his hands in his pockets. “I’d only ever lived in the care homes, with you at Watford, and then Penny. Thought it was time I lived on my own for a bit.” He shrugs. “It’s all I could really afford right now.” It’s such a familiar motion, one that I remember well. Shrugs are a form of conversation for Simon. This one tugs at my heart.

“Show me the rest of it then, since I’m here.”

There isn’t much to see. A tiny kitchen, barely room for the sink, refrigerator, and a chipped two burner and stove combination. A small microwave takes up most of the counterspace. The bathroom is miniscule. I’m not sure the door could close if someone was sat on the toilet.

His bedroom is the only place that actually looks inhabited. There’s a bright comforter on the rumpled bed. An obligatory Liverpool poster marking his football club affiliation is tacked up on the wall. Stacks of papers and books litter the small desk.

And photographs.

Simon and Bunce. Simon and Wellbelove. All three of them and a dark-haired, dark-eyed man with such perfectly even teeth that he can only be Bunce’s American fiancé.

I stop at a Watford photo. It’s the class picture we took right before the Leavers Ball. We’re all kitted out in our best, the girls in dresses, the boys all in suits.

I’m there in the back. On the far left. Just next to Dev and Niall.

I’m not looking at the camera though. This isn’t the same photo I have, where I’m exuding boredom, one eyebrow up in disdain.

In this one I’m looking across and down, towards the ruddy-faced, smiling vision of Simon in the front row, flanked by Bunce and Wellbelove.

He’s not looking at the camera either. He’s got an arm around each of the girls, but he’s looking over his shoulder at something, only part of his face visible.

I think he’s looking at me.

Shame wells up, threatening to choke me. I was such a fucking wanker. I could have had … I don’t rightly know what I could have had, but looking at this photograph makes me realize once again what an utter arse I was. How I could have made things better—for Simon, for me, for just about everyone in our class who had to deal with our animosity—but I was too fucking full of myself to do anything but sneer and snarl at the person I cared for most.

The person who might have cared for me too.

Simon’s hand comes to rest on my shoulder. “Baz?”

I swallow and blink at the picture. “I’ve … I’ve not seen this one before.”

Simon tilts his head and regards it. “Yeah, Dr. Wellbelove took that one. Agatha gave it to me. I’ve got the official school one somewhere around here, but I like this one better. It’s more candid. He snapped it just before Mrs. Possibelf shouted at us to face forward and stop messing around.” He grins at me. “This is more how we actually were, I think, than the prats we all look like in the other shot.” He nudges my shoulder. “Except for you, you look like a prat in all of them.”

His eyes meet mine and the grin fades. “You all right, Baz?”

“I’m fine.” I’m not, not really. I hate the neighborhood, I despise this manky flat of his, I feel wretched at the thought of him coming home to this grey place, to spend his nights alone here.

But most of all I hate the person I was in this photograph. The person who couldn’t be true to his feelings. The person who couldn’t find it in himself to be the least bit kind to the roommate he was foolishly, hopelessly, irrevocably in love with.

“Hey.” Simon’s turning me to face him. “What’re you thinking about? You’ve got this pinched, pissed off look and it’s worrying me.” He tentatively reaches a hand up to stroke my hair. “I’ve never liked that look on you. It doesn’t suit.”

I drop my gaze to the floor. I’m desperate to pull the mask back up, smooth my features, toss my head and look down my nose at him to convince him I’m fine.

This is your second chance, arsehole, I tell myself. Whatever you think you should do is probably the wrong answer.

I reach up to clasp his hand. I close my eyes. “It just reminded me of what an arsehole I was back then, that’s all.” I force myself to open my eyes and meet his gaze. “I don’t like remembering that, how I was to you.” Fuck it all. I’m done for as it is. I may as well keep going. “It makes me realize how lucky I am now and how close I came to fucking this up for all time.”

Simon’s fingers tighten in my hair. “But you didn’t fuck it up for all time, now did you?” His other hand comes up to brush my cheek. “You were a right arse. But I was too.”

He sighs. “I didn’t really understand how I felt about you until a few days ago. It came on me, like a ton of bricks, at Ebb’s. But the thoughts I had about you there, the things I noticed about you? None of those were new. I’d had them before.” He tilts his head at the photo. “I’d not let myself think about it. Back then. Took ‘til now to figure it all out.” Simon gives me a tentative smile. “You always said I was thick, Baz, and in this case you’ve the right of it. I was thick. About this. About us.” He steps closer. “Not anymore.”

The words wrench out of me. “I’m sorry.”

“Fuck, Baz, if we’re going to start apologizing about every little thing we did to each other at Watford we’ll be here all night. It’s done. We’ve talked about it already. You were a wanker and I was a shit. We likely still are. And that’s ok.”

His thumb brushes over my cheekbone. “All that matters now is going forward, yeah? We’ve been shit to each other.” Simon’s brilliant grin is back. “Now we get to see how things are when we’re not.” His lips crash into mine, and I’m pulling him toward me, hands gripping his hips, fingers digging into him. The touch of him is electric, like sparks lighting at every point of contact.

My tongue traces his lips, slips between his parted ones to meet his, and I feel like I’ve had too much to drink; the feel, the scent, the touch of him, intoxicating me. I want to pull him closer, I want to fold him into my embrace, I want to throw back my head and laugh at the sheer joy of him.

I want to keep on kissing Simon forever.

Simon

We’re at my door now. Baz’s hands are running up and down my back. I’ve got my hands sunk into his hair because I can’t get enough of touching it. It’s soft and thick and it smells so good. I tug on his bottom lip with my teeth and he pulls me closer, until there is no space between us.

This is the longest goodbye I’ve ever experienced but I’m still not ready to let Baz go.

I need to. It’s late. He’s got a long drive back and I’ve got an early morning. The thought runs through my head to ask him to stay, but I push it away. I can’t ask Baz to spend the night. He’s just got back to his family, I can’t monopolize him like that.

I’m fairly certain I didn’t change the sheets before I left and almost sure the other set is crumpled up in my hamper. The bathroom’s nasty too. Can’t even remember when I cleaned it last.

There’s nothing for us to eat for breakfast.

I’m also not convinced it’s a good idea for him to have left the Jaguar parked outside for even this long, let alone overnight.

This is a shit neighborhood and a shit flat and I need to get Baz on his way home. I tear myself away from the warmth of his mouth.

“Hey. It’s late. I shouldn’t have kept you this long.”

“I don’t want to go.”

It’s so odd to hear him say things like that. I mean, he has, all these days, but it still brings me up short to hear him be so honest, so open about his feelings. I know it’s not easy for him, never has been I’m sure, but the fact that he’s trying says so much to me, means so much to me.

“I know. I don’t want you to go either but you’ve got a long drive and I’m a bit anxious about the Jag being parked out there.” I grimace. “It’s not unheard of for cars to get broken into around here.”

His expression becomes stern. “That isn’t making me feel any better about leaving, Simon.”

“That’s not what I meant. I’m fine. Everyone knows me around here. I’m not fussed about it.”

“You may not be, but I am.”

I roll my eyes. “I’ve lived here for over six months, Baz. It’s fine. Promise.” I poke him in the chest. “This is how most of London lives, you know. Not everyone has mansions with galleries and courtyards and dungeons.” I’m grinning at him now.

“There are no dungeons, I told you that.”

“Stop being so literal. You know what I mean, you posh twat.” I bring his face close to mine and kiss him on the nose. “Come on, now. Off with you. Text me what day is good for you this week. Any day is good for me.”

“I’ll call. Tomorrow.”

“I can’t answer between 9 and 4. I’ll be at the home and can’t talk while I’m there. But feel free to text, if that works.”

He nods, hands sliding down to grip both of mine tightly. “I’ll see you this week, then.”

I let go of one of his hands and open the door. I push him a bit, still holding his other hand in mine. “Go on then. Text me when you get home, so I know you’re alright, yeah?”

Baz kisses me one more time, open mouth and deep, like he’s inhaling the very sensation of me. When he does step back his eyes are a dark, turbulent grey, pupils wide. “I miss you already, you nightmare.” It’s said so tenderly, the insult at the end such an endearment in his voice now.

“I’ll miss you too, you tosser.” I say it back just as fondly.

Baz looks over his shoulder as he goes down the steps. I close the door when I can’t see him anymore.

And then, because I’m an absolute disaster, I dart across the room to the window, so I can watch him walk to his car. It seems to be alright. He lifts his head and gazes up at my building. I don’t know if he can see me, silhouetted in the narrow window, but I wave anyway. His hand comes up, then he slides into the driver’s seat, and I watch his car drive away.

Baz

I know what I want to do when I come back up to see Simon. I know exactly how we’re going to spend the time.

And it damn well won’t end with us at his flat, I can tell you that.

#carry on #simon snow #baz pitch #travel au #my writing #my fics

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The Ocean On His Shoulders (1/2)

Pairing: Terra/Aqua Rating: T Word Count: 4,272

Summary: She’s been waiting for him for so many years. When he finally sees her, Terra realizes that instead of saving her from the Realm of Darkness, he must save her from herself.

A/N: THERE ARE NO SPOILERS IN THIS FIC - only things that were shown in trailers and my own ideas. So I got this prompt from @steadyknight that went something like this: “A semi-fixed Terra finally has his heart back... But now to save Aqua dearest, heartbroken from her ongoing Darkling transformation, he sees that the only way is to sacrifice that which he longed for so long.” Or in other words - “break his heart into pieces.” WHOOO there are some serious consequences in such a prompt, and I had to actually break this outline into two parts. This part addresses the prompt directly - the other half addresses its meaning. I do hope it’s enjoyable! Thank you for the prompt, it was quite a challenge to get a vision for it. I basically also had to make peace with how salty I am over how it seems that Sora will be saving her, LMAO.

Title taken from Gary Schyman’s piece for Bioshock.

Terra knew what he would be facing. They told him what to expect, where to find her, and how to get there. They told him to prepare himself. It was probably going to be painful to see her that way, and he retorted that saving her was his responsibility and his alone. The journey so far had been a never-ending war, and a nagging thought at the back of his mind wondered if this place was sentient enough to understand what he was trying to do. The hordes of Heartless he’d been bludgeoning the entire way were means to stop him from getting to her. 

And if the Realm of Darkness truly wanted to keep her, the kinds of monstrosities he fought were proof that it meant its threats. Which was part of the problem: she was now the Realm, and the Realm was her.

Put simply, she wasn’t waiting anymore. She was lurking.

Riku and the King had given him enough details so that he’d have a sense of what that meant. Yet, once the dirt he was stepping on finally gave way into sand, and he heard the crashing of waves, and the moon’s light illuminated the beach, he succumbed to what he knew was false hope. Maybe she would agree to go with him. Maybe she’d be comforted to finally see him again, instead of strangers. Maybe she would smile.

Heartless awaited him on that small beach, but they did not attack. They stared him down with those bright yellow eyes that served as their only means of expression on their otherwise impression-less faces: blank and feral. They simply acknowledged his existence as if it was the most important thing to them. And as though they had all shared the same thought, they slithered backward into the water, forsaking him.

Not once did they break their stare from him. They sank, their glowing eyes keeping watch on him until they faded from his sight, until the murky water eventually forced what little light they had through their sockets to disappear. He couldn’t shake the sense that they were still there observing him – he just couldn’t see them anymore.

She wasn’t here, though. He was alone on that beach, and he’d have the sense to start calling for her when a gripping feeling in his throat stopped him. The water. Something was wrong with the water.

The waves were alluring enough, but it was an invitation to suffocate. The rock formations that hugged along the shoreline twisted and stretched out unnaturally. It almost looked like they were meant to be something else, as though they had died the moment they were born.

And then his heart beat. She arrived.

The moonlight brightened the surface of the water enough for a shadow to grow, an open trapdoor to the depths below. Darkness swirled out of this opening like smoke. Two hands crept out, grabbing onto the water as if it was solid ground, and she pulled herself out.

She was merely a shadow, but he knew it was her. Call it hearts being connected: he knew who was walking toward him, the moon basking over a black silhouette of a woman walking on water, her steps sounding as if she was stepping on puddles.

The part that hurt the most was knowing he couldn’t hug her hello. He stepped forward as well, but stopped. He kept his feet on the sand, just inches short of where the water massaged the earth. Everything in his body screamed at him not to take another one further, as if the sea would swallow him in one gulp. Even with his entire suit of armor to protect him, Terra expected it would be torn to shreds once he was in.

It was only when she stood directly in front of him, her own feet never leaving the waterside, that the shadow dissipated and he finally looked upon her beautiful face. Scarred by golden eyes, hair that turned whiter the further away it grew from its roots, and skin that was so charred and so violet, she was clearly turning into something else. The darkness floated off of her as though her skin breathed it. She wasn’t human anymore, even if she looked it, and this precious girl he’d been in love with for years stood there with all the evidence that showed how much she rotted away for all this time waiting.

His nose burned and tears streamed down his face. His helmet was a blessing, hiding the guilt he wore on his face. He didn’t want to provoke her anger with such a pitiful look – he already knew well enough this was his fault. The least he could have done was have the strength to tell her not to follow him as he fell into darkness; he should have been the one to turn into a monster instead of her paying such a price.

Aqua, who once opened her bedroom door when he knocked late one night. He had hoped she was awake to talk away his worries about the upcoming Mark of Mastery Exam. And she welcomed him with a big smile on her face despite how tired she really was. And they talked. For hours. About anything. Until they fell asleep on her floor, dragging her blankets and pillows down with them, just like they did when they were children.  

Aqua now stood there with a look as if seeing him was the greatest offense she could have experienced.

“Terra,” she said with an anger so mute and a face as placid as it could get with such furrowed brows, it almost seemed as though she was trying to stop herself from ravaging him. “It’s been a long time.”

It was hot inside the armor, sweat dripping down the back of his neck. The mucus in his nose didn’t allow him to breathe, and he instead tried to do so through his teeth in order to calm himself. “A-Aqua,” he nearly sobbed. “I-”

“You’re very late.” She stressed that last word, as if to get across how long it had been since they’ve last seen each other.

He was a head taller than her, but he felt as small as a puppy shivering in fear. He hung his head. “I know. I know I am.”

“You know, but you never came.” Her jaw quivered, and she mustered every ounce of control to speak further. “You don’t actually know anything. You don’t know sadness. You don’t know loneliness. You don’t know what it feels like to find the comfort in surrendering to your fate.”

“Aqua,” he pleaded. “I can’t pretend to know anything about what you’ve been through and there is no apology that could ever make up for it. I could give you a million regrets and it wouldn’t change a thing and I’m sorry I can’t do more. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” His voice broke, and she had enough mercy to give him time to find it again. “But I’m here to at least do something. To help you.”

“Why do you think I’m like this? How dare you show up here? Now? The only reason I’m here was to give you a chance at freedom. You should have had my back.”

“I can take you home. I can take you back to the Realm of Light.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” she raised her voice a notch, without losing her efforts to remain calm. “I’ve hurt myself for years misleading myself in faith. Believing that you or someone out there would take the time to find me.” Her face contorted into fury, her voice nearly growling. “You will rot here, and I’ll show you thirteen years’ worth of misery.”

With that, she lost her self-control. Shadows gripped him like whips, and with a swing of her arm and a yell, she propelled him out onto the water. He hit the surface with a crashing thud, rolling over.

He didn’t sink. It was as if there was hidden glass tucked itself just beneath. It must have been his armor that stopped him from descending, protecting him from whatever was down there waiting.

She summoned a Keyblade – a stolen one. And she skated across the water, closing the distance in between them in one graceful boost, using her momentum to land a sickening blow. He dodged, the water he was standing on bursting out like a geyser the moment she hit it.

“You have every right to be angry!” he called as he managed to get on his feet.

Her face contorted when she heard that. Anger, apologies, help, loneliness – all of these reminders exposed her pain, like jabbing at an open gash. And like a wounded animal desperately trying to survive, she immediately went after him.

He didn’t want to fight her. He didn’t want to touch a hair, or summon his Keyblade in defense. He didn’t come all the way down here just to harm her further than what she’s already been through. The unfairness of it all.

So he ran in circles, dodging her attacks in the hopes that she would get tired. But he was prey that kept getting caught by a predator who knew better. With every stumble, he cast a weak Cure just to keep himself going.

Aqua didn’t give him time to breathe, looming over him with that Keyblade raised.

“I can’t believe this,” he muttered to himself, summoning his own to block the attack.

She stumbled back from his counter, taking a moment of her own to collect herself. It wasn’t a powerful block, but it broke her patterns enough to snap her out of them.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Aqua,” he said, keeping his Keyblade in hand but lowering it as if to mitigate the threat.

Her glare was icy. “You already have,” she said calmly, right before a glowing shadow developed around her. In an instant, several copies of her paraded around the water.

All of them were phantoms and were untouchable when he swung. Yet they had a sustenance, throwing powerful shocks that would bring him down on his knees, again and again.

Then the real one lunged at him, and he barely dodged without getting smeared by her direct hit. She was swift, and picked herself up quickly after the miss to follow up on another strike - until Keyblades clashed and grinded against each other, him on his knees and her towering over him.

She wasn’t stronger than him, yet his weapon vibrated from her force. Magic. She relied on it to build up her stamina and control her technique. This was a method she always used against his sheer brawn, and even in darkness she was the same. However, if he continued this game of cat and mouse, he would lose soon. As much as he didn’t want to cause her pain, failing this fight wouldn’t help her either.

As if reading his mind, she said, “you will drown here with me.”

That was it.

“I will not!” He put muscle into it and pushed her off of him. He stood up tall. “You’re coming with me… even if I have to drag you out of here kicking and screaming.”

As a taller, bigger fighter, Terra’s methods were all about closing in on his opponent with the goal of striking them down, accompanied by such a long, massive Keyblade to support his approach. This was why Aqua developed to be such a nimble gymnast, relying on evading and magic to balance out where she was weak. She’d hit him where he was open, countering quickly enough so that he didn’t have the time to react. Using magic to cast finishing blows and to overwhelm him.

But that Aqua was of the past. This one had new tricks up her sleeve. She had her phantoms. She had control over the water as she commanded it to shift under his feet. She warped. The power the darkness gave to her spells tripled their robustness.

And yet, she wasn’t the only one to learn something new.

Years of struggling under Xehanort’s control gave Terra the time to really customize Master Eraqus’ expertise - chain whips, designed to enslave darkness and regain control of the battlefield. Advanced and powerful, Terra had normally struggled with such an ability, whereas Aqua learned it with ease. But if light was a part of the heart, and the Keyblade merely an extension of that, being separated from both taught Terra the true meaning of maintaining his own will amidst despair.

He now had the skill to control these chains with only his mind, and he summoned them. They spread over the surface of the water, illuminating everything in a warm, orange glow. Every phantom they passed through combusted in an instant. They rose when they reached the horizon, only to circle back and dome over the seashore. And they closed in on her, wrapping around her in a spiral.

He didn’t know if it was denial that made him refuse to accept what she had become: to see these chains of light trap her so easily, constricting over her body like she was darkness incarnate. Light hurt her too much.

To soften the blow, he used powers of nothingness instead. He stabbed the water with the tip of his Keyblade and left it to stand erect on its own. It glimmered, and orbs of light surrounded her. These were explosives, a warp within the fabric of space and time that Xemnas would pull out to power his attacks. A Nobody’s powers, left behind in his body.

When enough of them materialized, Terra slammed a fist to his palm, and the orbs shot at her like lasers, one after another. She yelled from the pain, and he nearly stopped the attack short from hearing it. But he told himself to have nerve. The darkness wouldn’t have her, and he needed to win this fight to make sure he saw that through.

She dropped to her knees, King Mickey’s Keyblade dissipating. She clutched at her side, and all was quiet enough to hear the rhythm of the waves.

With a choke, Terra ran to meet her at eye level. He removed his helmet to see her face to face. To see her with every color that made her who she was, without the tint of the visor. Water dripped from the strands of her hair, and she gazed into the depths of the sea, defeated.

“Aqua, I’m so sorry.” He wondered if this was yet another throwaway apology. Sorry for hurting her. Again.

She slowly raised her head and gazed at him, her golden eyes soothed by seeing his face. She didn’t speak at first, but merely studied him. “How did I do?” she asked.

How did I do? This was a question they asked each other after every spar. Every practice. Even after exams. This was their way of keeping up with their progress. To see where they could improve. To take their chances to praise the other. It was to help them both succeed and become Masters together. It was about making sure they could reach that shared dream without leaving the other behind.

How did I do? It was proof that Aqua was still in there, somewhere. That she remembered.

“You really had me sweating there,” he said, forcing a chuckle. “Only you can make the darkness look that scary.” He paused a bit, deciding to take the risk of teasing her, like he normally would when they used to be happy. “You could use some more light, though.”

He hoped it would make her smile. Please, please, make her smile.

Her eyes scattered around, as if to process what he said. “I’m so tired,” she replied with a breath, her voice low and sad.

“Then I’ll carry you back,” he said without missing a beat. “You can rest while I take you home.”

She slowly shook her head, as if disagreeing with what he said, and gazed into the moonlight that observed the two of them in the horizon beyond. Shadows from beneath her swirled upward, and they spread enough to make him gasp and step back.

“That’s not what I meant,” she said, and she fell over, splashing into the water until she sank.

“No, no, no, no.” He darted to where she stood, digging through the water but all he did was swipe at glass as he saw her body sink lower and lower until she started to fade away. The armor still protected him from sinking. “You can’t have her!”

He dismissed the armor and immediately dropped into the depths, swimming after her. At some point, it stopped existing as an ocean, and gradually changed into empty air, as though it was bottomless. And she sank, her eyes closed and her body relaxed.

It was hard.

He grabbed her and held her close with one firm grip before pivoting to swim back up. The moonlight from this point was so faint, it couldn’t give him any way to see what was down here.

He could join her in these depths. It was easier to give up and let it take over. This way he would still be with her for the rest of time. Sad or angry, it was a better existence than to be separated from her at all.

She was heavy.

These doubts were invasive. He should be fighting for the sake of setting her free. His thoughts betrayed her when he promised himself he’d rescue her, and he would find Ventus along with her. With every stroke upward, her weight doubled, trying to pull him back down. Until his shoulders ached. Until it was hard for him to breathe from all the energy spent in swimming up. To swim up. Swim up. Up.

She was in his arms and he could win her back if he just kept his chin up and his legs kicking. Almost there.

The surface. Something pulled at his ankles and tried to get him under again. He let it take him for a second just to gather energy to swim up. Repeat.

The shore. He crawled onto solid, reliable ground, her body carried by one arm. He could feel the waves hit his legs, but it was finally over.

She lay there, immobile, her eyes gently closed. She was breathing so quickly she panted like a dog. The violet on her skin spread, threatening to take her over.

He turned her over and wiped cold water and wet sand from her face. “Please wake up,” he said. “I know you still have light in there. It led me to you. I couldn’t find you without…” He fought back tears. “There has to be a way to fix this.”

She had no response, no movement. Just breathing like an animal.

“Please tell me what I can do to fix this.” Tears poured out from his eyes. “I wanted to make things right. I swear I did. I should have done it sooner, I should have found the strength to be there when you needed me. Please don’t go.”

He saw her continue to fall to darkness, the way the shadows took every inch of her. If she had any light left, it was going to disappear completely.

He had been on this same brink, many years before. Possession was a technique made possible by suppressing the light within someone’s heart, by destroying their connections with others and by giving them one option: to give up just to feel some ease.

Terra couldn’t save himself when it happened to him. What had saved him all these years - what kept him going and what helped him feel less alone - was the connection he had with his Master.

In death, a spiritual bond was made. A heart taking refuge inside another. Each time Xehanort came to convince Terra to snuff out the last bit of flame that kept his light ablaze, it was Eraqus who kept it burning. Eraqus who gave him the comfort and the encouragement to stay alive. To keep hoping for a chance to change things around.

Terra was alive because Eraqus’ heart was embedded in his own, proof that light shown brightest when he had support.

Aqua needed this, too.

The waves lapped over his ankles from behind. The shadows reached her neck, and were spreading over her chin.

Light was like a flame. It was warm, and with enough care and room to breathe, it would spread. It was cleansing, and without it, there would be no existence. Master Eraqus taught all of his early lessons on the Keyblade using stories that used fire as an analogy, with books that depicted colored sketches of flames, who would give to each other their own essence in case one of them started to flicker.

When one wielder stumbled in their path, the other would help them find their way again.

Terra had one choice. It was a forbidden act – never raise the Keyblade against the heart of another. Never threaten the heart of another. Never touch the heart of another. The heart was sacred and was the source of life. Unnamed damages could befall a person who would play with something so delicate and treasured.

If he attempted to release his own heart in order to place it in hers, he could very well turn into what she was. He could become corrupted beyond saving. The waves could grab him and drag him back down, to use him as a replacement.

Damn the consequences.

“I’m with you, Aqua.”

Terra raised his Keyblade and struck his own chest. The pain sheared at him: sharp and intense at first, a severe pull that tried to take his ribs out. He heard fabric tearing. But then he relaxed.

It was the most tempting, coaxing repose he could have asked for. His mind drifted into sleep, dreaming away his worries and fears. His body went limp and soft, every ache melting away. It was peaceful and cozy in the dark, where he didn’t have to remember a single thing or be aware that he had anything to do. He didn’t want it to end.

He woke up. The windows were incredibly tall, bordered by an intricate gold frame. So tall, that he figured he must be in a palace. Except he didn’t recognize where he was. Outside was a gathering of pine trees, rustling in the wind. It was sunny. But that didn’t give him a clue as to his location, either.

He was in a bed. The sheets were silky, the mattress luxuriously firm, the pillows soft as clouds. All of his muscles ached from too much sleep, and as much as he wanted to continue to doze off, he sat up. The room was enormous, fit for a prince, with furniture that showed off exquisite designs in bright colors with a fancy rug to match.

A girl sat on a chair next to him, her head resting on her arms as she leaned onto the mattress, sleeping away. Her hair was a vibrant blue color, so unique that he stared at her for a second. Which was weird. Normally, he didn’t pay mind to these sorts of details and preferred to keep his nose in business where it belonged. But with the way her bangs fell on her face, he just couldn’t take his eyes off her.

Heat rose to his cheeks. This was crazy, and he should get up. Except he wore nothing but a shirt and boxer briefs. Next to a sleeping, beautiful girl. He scrunched up his bedsheets around his hips to hide away his embarrassment.

She moved, grunting from her nap. Her eyes blinked open, revealing the color of a morning sky. They were large and bright, and he swore he could stare at them forever. Especially when she smiled. Now it was overwhelming.

“Terra, you’re awake!” She leaned forward, excited to see him. “Thank goodness.”

This was certainly the best compliment he could ever receive from someone like her.

“Y-yeah,” Terra said, trying his best not to look like a fool. “Where am I?”

“Disney Castle.” She was breathy when she spoke, her grin spreading even further. “Don’t worry, you’re perfectly safe.”

She reached out to touch him. He was half-naked under the sheets.

He scurried away from her, despite that he quite liked the idea if he was going to be honest with himself.

She frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing!” he said too quickly, then cleared his throat. He should try to sound in control of himself, try to make a good first impression. “I’m fine, I feel great. Um… who are you?”

It was an innocent enough question. Ask a pretty girl for her name. But her smile fell. Her eyes widened in shock, and the tears that poured out couldn’t be stopped. She gripped her heart with one hand and covered her mouth with the other as if to suppress a scream. Terra felt bad and a part of him ached to have hurt her this badly. How else could he feel when she acted as though she’d been told that her closest relative had died?

#terraqua #terra #darqua #darkqua #kh fanfic #kingdom hearts fanfiction #it was really challenging trying to write darqua as different as possible from aquanort #and it was challenging to find meaning in this but i think i got it #i'm excited to work on the second half #my fic

[the-fiction-witch]

Life And Death P1

REAL LIFE: X DEATH NOTE KINDA COUPLE: TBS X READER RATING: DARK + SEXY

I Yawned trying to hide it as I sat in class listening to him ramble on about... ohh god only knows I wasn’t listening till the bell for the end of class rings so I got up gathering my stuff and heading off home, on my walk home I saw a little black book on the pavement I looked around in case someone had dropped it but not a soul was around so I picked the book up hoping to read it and get it back to it’s owner no name? nothing the book was empty but a page explaining some instructions, this has got to be a joke or something? so I took it home...

TIMESKIP:

I smirked at the clock ready for the news to pass my judgment on this foolish world, when there was a knock at my door so I hid my book as my mother opened the door 

“Mum!” I yell “Get out I was doing something!” I complain turning off my TV

“Ohhh...well I’m sorry Dear but uhh your lady friend is here” she says

“what lady friend?” I ask her

“she says she’s from school Y/n” she smiled “should I let her up?” she asks

“Uhh sure” I answer as she ran off so I sighed and sat at my desk till a girl came up the stairs and leaned on my door

“I’ll leave you two alone” my mother smiled running off, this girl y/n shut my bedroom door 

“Good Afternoon Thomas” she smiles

“Who are you?” I ask her

“Someone like you” she giggled “Could I see it?” she asks

“see what?” I ask

“Your book?” she asks “Where did you find it?” she asks

“How do you know about it?” I ask her

“because it was easy,” she smirks sitting on my bed “You think your pretty smart don’t you thomas?” she asks

“I would say so...why?” I smirk

“Your an idiot” she smiles 

“An- I am a god! master of death” I yell

“Your a child!” she yells “A stupid child with a new toy” she says crossing her leg “You think your a genius? a master of death, I was able to find you within one week of trying to find you, and it wasn’t hard. I have a book same as you” she smiles “and I am a hell of a lot better with mine then you are with yours,” she laughed

““if I’m such a little child why don’t you kill me?” I laugh

“Because I’m smart” she smirks “I am here to help you,” she says “You want to be a master of death? Then you gotta have control of the other side” she smirks getting a book from her back it was white the same size as mine

“The book of life?” I ask her going to grab it but she moved away 

“any person I write in this book will return to life” she smiles “The book of life and the book of death” she smirks

“Almost as if we where meant to find each other” I smirk “Why are you helping me?” I ask 

“Because as much as I think your methods are childish, you use your book like a toy and you have no real idea how to use it properly” she explains “I agree with you” she says

“What do you want out of this then?” I ask her “I could kill you and take your book? be the master of life and death” I smirk licking my lip a little looking at her

“You could” she nods “But I like to think your smarter then you look thomas, you could kill me and take my book but you where found simply, I wasn’t, You have the police sniffing around, I don’t,” she explains “I am the Mistress of life thomas, and I could take yours from you before you even picked up a pen” she laughs

“How? it’s a book of life?” I ask

“awww cute” she laughs “You really don’t know how it works other then killing people do you?” she asks and I shake my head “The book of the dead, the power to kill anyone you choose, The power to re animate the dead, the power to rot and destroy, the power to re work the death and destroyed” she explains “Look deep enough everything has a life date you can chip away at” she smirks “But the book of life, The power to give life, to take it away, to re create anything I see fit too” she explains “Before you even picked up your pen I could have you at my mercy” she smirks

“Understood” I smirk “so... you never answered me?” I smirk “What do you want out of this?” I ask her

“A partnership” she smiles “as I said, I agree with your end result just not the method” she smiles “You want to be master of death? then you can’t do it alone” she says “all I ask is to be there at the end” she smiles

“You want me to keep you alive? for what... some help and the promise you wont kill me?” I smirk

“I want to still be standing in the end, You want to be the master of death” she smirks

“and you want to be the mistress of life?” I ask her and she shrugs 

“Your choice” she smiles fanning herself with her book...

Part 2 is coming my little darling’s!

#tbs #tbs fanfiction #tbs imagines #tbs smut #TBS Imagine #tbs smutty #tbs sex #thomas sangster #sangster #thomas brodie sangster #thomas sangster imagine #thomasbrodiesangster #tommy sangster #thomas sangster smut #sangster smut #thomas brodie sangster smut #sangster smutty #thomas brodie sangster imagine #sangster imagines #sangster imagine #death note

[mrmidnightblog]

I am this house

This old home stood outside the town, far off from anyone else from the town. Almost hidden away from the world surrounded by a thick forest. This old home was made with blood, and sweet. The old shingles were beginning to rot, the steps are creaking, with each step. This place had been around from even before the town was built, or when the trees were first planted. The crows made their home in the gutters, and the cold attic, then there was the sky. It was filled with stars and the lack of smog from the city. This made the moon look exceptionally brighter, on those clear nights. In this old home, no living beings lived there. Though I reside in there. I am the spirit who resides in there and have been for over eighty years, but I can not remember my name o even my age, it’s been far too long. Though most nights I lay dormant but that was when I heard- No I could feel. The creaking of my front door, someone was coming into my domain. Then there was the sound of soft footsteps entering, there was a long echo as they moved deeper inside me.

“God this place is so creepy.” It was a feminine voice as far as I could tell as she walked through my doors going deeper within me. I can fully envision her than. The girl is tall, slim, and well kept she seemed prim and proper with long golden locks of hair that went down her back. I find it odd how she seemed to be wearing so little and rather revealing cloths. I would try and describe all she had or rather lacked but, I’m soon distracted when more footsteps walked on in through the doors

“Yeah but come on Sarah isn’t it great!” This voice was male, walking on through where I could finally see him, he had short black hair, while wearing a heavy black coat. He was holding something it looks strange, almost alien like to me, It pointed towards the girl as he laughed; “Just relax, and smile for the camera ok.” So that’s what it was, this seemed strange to me especially remembering how Camera’s had looked back when I was a kid. It makes me wonder what year is it? What has happened with the world since I’d died? These are some questions I know I’ll never truly know. The girl whose name was Sarah, walked towards one of the walls, where she stood before one of the paintings, it was the picture of Richard Leeburgson.

Richard Leeburgson was one of the previous owners of this estate he was here before I had inherited this house. While his portrait was on the wall his eyes were watching them and so I could see through them like they were my eyes; “Is it me or are those eyes following me, Zack?” Sarah muttered before looking over to the one finally identified as Zack… Zack, it’s a strange name but it feels so familiar, yet I couldn’t put my mind to it.

“Maybe it’s one of the ghost’s here, or maybe it’s Old man Richard. They say he used to take kids and chop him up into little pieces before he hung himself one night.” Zack exclaimed his voice was calm and soft but when he was sneaking behind Sarah his voice boomed louder as he groped her bosom. Sarah reacted by snacking him on his cheek. Good for her in my opinion. This home may have a dark history that was written in blood, Richard Leeburgson was not a child killer, he cared for children and loved them with a passion, especially his daughter when she took the mantle before me, he was devastated. That had ultimately caused him to end his life. As for the body roomer, there was none hidden in the walls that some unknown killer placed in there himself.

The only body in this place laid in the basement is my own skeleton. It still laid there waiting till the day someone might find it one day. Oh, I’m deeply sorry readers I seemed to have gotten lost in my train of thoughts. I’ll get back to where I was before. These two Zack and Sarah walked on through the parliament looking at nearly every nook and cranny.

“Sarah I’m telling you we’ll be getting a shit ton of viewers on Youtube!” “Maybe but we’re trespassing, we’ll end up getting in trouble!”

“Oh, come on relax beside no one even knows we’re even here. It’ll be great, trust me.”

Zack would move right next to her bumping his thigh against hers while examining a couch that was molded and on top of a red carpet. It stood before an old black fireplace. This part of the conversation had managed to catch my attention. They would be the only ones here, and no one knew. This is simply perfect, My gaze though another painting whose eyes followed their every move. They were standing before the fireplace which if I wanted to, I could give it life with just a flicker of a small flame. The spectral heat that could fill me with warmth, but I’ll have to wait. I don’t care to scare them this quickly after all if I did, they might run off before I might do the deed. Besides the art of horror, from what I heard takes time as it needed to simmer never boiled.

The first thing I did was lock every door that could lead them outside and making all the windows stick so it would keep them from escaping too soon You might wonder why I would do something like this trapping them, well I’ll explain. My soul is trapped here, like the last resident who haunted this home. A soul is needed to take my place, so I may leave this a cursed place. It’s the only way sadly when I became the spirit of this home, I was given the knowledge of its bloody secrets and dark past.

The spirit before me was a young man who was killed by the only woman he ever loved, she was driven insane by the spirit who came before him making her think that he had cheated on her with someone else. The spirit that did that was a bride who hung herself she had been raped by her father-in-law while her husband watched. That death had been caused by the spirit of a young girl who was beheaded, so many spirits have walked these halls, and death of another can only release the old spirits. So if I’m able to be free another must die for that this is our curse our suffering. Then the fact of what kind of soul it had to be it must be a human soul.

This might be my only chance. I pondered watching the two-plunder free my kitchen, Zack looking on from that camera device. Talking about this place telling some actual history this is surprising. I made the Windows slowly open unnoticed from behind with much glee letting the rasped wind coming in making the sounds of moaning and the iron pans against the wall clinking against each other to give the impressions of chains.

“Did you hear that?” Sarah called out her voice echoing throughout the room while Zach only laughed; “come on it’s clearly the wind, or maybe it’s old man Richard from beyond the grave.” Zack only marked more and soon I felt closer to doing the deed myself, then slightly levitating up and I forced it to the ground causing a loud bang. This makes Sarah scream with right looking around her flashlight being mean towards the direction of the pan her hand shaking I can almost smell her fear.

“Oh, for Pete’s sake Sarah just relax it’s just a pan that fell God you’re such a chicken.” The boy calls out the Sarah just shakes in her shoes, I can feel it and soon makes the room drop-down in temperature making it colder. “Let’s just go we’ve got enough footage was just get home that this place is just getting weirder.” Oh, how little she knew this was just the beginning.

“Oh come on babe, just another hour and we’ll go. I’ll do that saying you lie.” Zack gave a sly grin and Sarah almost giggled a little bit at his begging, but how she looked at him for a minute, just pondering of what to do so she finally gave in and nodded in agreement. “Fine but I’m tying you up.” Before walking off Zack follows sip followed behind checking out her behind.

They walked up the stairs which I’d proceeded to cause him to give a loud Erie Creek that echoed out from the house. If I needed to or even wanted to, I could cause the woods the cave in from their weight alone. But not yet, it was way too soon. They walked on for till he reached the final step in they went to the first bedroom they saw. If the master bedroom which one cell passion and loving embrace, but all that was in there were cold and loneliness with the only lovemaking coming from the rodents in heat while they bred. They walked around examining whatever they could that was still in this room for all there really was a bad without sheets stainless something unidentifiable out in the corner and the table at times sounded like the ravings of Raven’s when the drawers pulled open and closed soon I realized – no I could remember that window still open going in the wind pushing the curtains into the air looking like a phantom whisking away: “You know what Sarah this place is in the unit scary.” Zack mocked before sitting on the molding bad. His smirk getting wider reminding me of a cat. Sarah looked at him leaning on the desk causing the furniture to slide back and I could feel it scrape against my floors.

“So what are you planning there Zack?” Her eyebrows arching out she looked suspicious, but Zack only smirked more. “Come on sweetie, just relax for all alone just the two of us maybe I can thank you right here.”

The way he smiled was driving me nuts but the girl laughter I have a feeling she’ll make it for the night... Maybe. “Zack, I swear you’ve got some balls on you.”

Sarah walked towards him slowly her hips swaying almost suggestively, I’ve seen this movement once or twice, as it happened by others who’ve gone through the house, though at those points I never felt the courage to do the dead, and at most would scare them off in the middle of their lustful wants. She had gotten close to his face to face before laying a small kiss on his nose as his face would turn into a gentler smile. The two seemed so relaxed ready to make the next move, and I took it. The window slammed down hard, as it gave out a very loud bang, catching them the two-off guard, even I was surprised that I didn’t accidentally break the window with how hard I did. Who knows how far the sound went off. As it reminded me of the sound of a rifle going off.

Then it was followed up with a loud scream as poor Sarah jumped into the air exclaiming; “Jesus fucking Christ!” I soon began to hear her heart pounding, hard, the sound was truly sweetening. She would turn around and grab her flashlight and turned off towards the door, saying almost rapidly.

“That’s it! I’m going! Come on Zack I’m sick of this, if you want to fuck bad enough, we’ll do It in the back of your car!” She was rather determined at this point as she grabbed the door handle and walked out. This was a realization to me seeing her walk off, she was going to try and leave the house. It was too soon, There was much to do. Even with the doors locked she could break a window. She could find some way out, even I couldn’t keep place built up for long. Especially if they found one of the secret passages that lead outside. The two would eventually escape if I wasn’t careful enough, and this was something I would not allow.

“I can’t stay in this place a minute longer!” She screamed now walking out of the door, Zack begins to follow her. There I made the rafter creak and making the nails come out of their holes, until it had finally given out. The wood falling, as it slammed right into Zack’s head. It knocked him down onto the floor. He was still breathing and was very much alive. Sarah looked back seeing this which made her scream loud, calling out to him. “Zack are you ok!” She called out but as she stepped towards him going back up the stairs, they finally collapsed under her own weight causing her to fall. I begin watching her going down the stairs, she was groaning and grunting till she made it to the bottom of the floor, She seemed ok but her leg was clearly broken and bending sideways, I think I could see the bone sticking out. She tried moving through her expression was filled with unimaginable pain.

“Oh god Sarah, whats happened.” Zack moaned loudly as he dragged himself over to the end of the stairs his head bleeding, he couldn’t hold the camera, as he looked to her his own vision blurring.

“Zack, I’m not ok my legs broken oh god! It hurts so much, We need help!”

“I-I’ll go-go get help Sarah, just weight here.” He would call out to her, his voice slurring with each syllable, He stumbled down the stairs trying to get down the stairs to her, which he manages to do and heads to the door. “God, why did we leave our phones out in the car!” Sarah said as Zack was reaching over to grab the door to escape and get help but since the door was locked at this point, he would never escape. He’ll try and try but it’s clear he was going to pass out sooner or later, It was only a matter of time; “Wh-Whats going on I know this door wasn’t locked before!” Zack was beginning to scream his hands slamming into the door. The crows in the Attic crowing as they flew off into the night. There I would suddenly cause one of the doors to slowly creak. This manages to catch his attention and would begin to run towards it not paying attention.

Slinging the door open, As he would begin running in without thinking. This makes me wish I knew what he was thinking maybe he thought he was going into the kitchen for the back door, but its hard to tell that’s for sure. But if that was the case, he was surely wrong. He ran into the darkness and found himself falling into it. Zack would tumble down, landing into the basement. There was nothing in there not even stairs as they’d collapsed down on itself a long time ago. The only thing in thee with Zack was one thing a set of bones, my bones to be exact, from over eighty years ago. I could hear his bones cracking I felt his blood flowing through the brick floor.

I say he doesn’t have long left, maybe three days, at the most for Sarah I don’t know maybe she’ll survive, Only the good lord knows. But for Zack he had the pale moonlight rested on him, and I begin to slowly close it for him leaving him in the dark. It doesn’t matter to me who dies first, for I was once this house, and I will not be for long

The end

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[softforimjaebum]

3. warm sunsets full of love

Im Jaebum x Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Genre: Fluff (So much sweetness your teeth will probs rot)

Author’s Note: Inspired by a post made by a blog that no longer exists, this was so long overdue, but wow, I finished a series!! (sort of, let me just have my moment here). Hope you enjoy the cheesiest three part series I will ever write, and thanks for reading!

First in the series: sweet raspberry lemonade in the summer Second in the series: fleeting goodbyes and hasty kisses

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Time has a strange habit of passing too quickly when you aren’t noticing. And Jaebum didn’t want to waste any more time, god knows he had done that enough. 

He had realised it during an extremely cheesy Bollywood movie that Jackson was hell bent on making him watch. The movie had said something along the lines of ‘if you don’t respect time, it leaves you behind’. He didn’t want to regret not doing this when he was so sure of it.

He had been beating around the bush long enough, wondering how to ask you, whether you would even agree to it. He know you loved him, but he still felt scared. He was, after all, only human and some days his insecurities got the best of him.

Jaebum knew he was still young, as were you. But with his work, there would always be weeks he would have to go without seeing you even if you were in the same city. He would have to go back to the dorm, sleep for a couple of hours and rush back to work, whether it was practice or the studio. He knew how you put up a tough front week after week when he couldn’t meet you, barely getting the time to text you sometimes. He knew you did that for him, so he could keep going without feeling guilty.

But he was acutely aware of things like this could take a toll on the relationship, how it could make anyone compromising as much as you did bitter about always being the one compromising and sacrificing. And it had started to take a toll on the both of you, the magic was lost somewhere between the missed calls, unanswered texts and cancelled date nights.

He yearned to be near you but phone calls and texts just weren’t cutting it anymore; he wanted you, not your texts on his phone. He wanted to watch you talking about a particularly funny part of your day with a slightly animated voice and he wanted to hear the sarcasm dripping from your voice as you told him just how much you loved and appreciated that one girl in office who had the biggest poster of Im Jaebum stuck to her cubicle wall.

It had been such a long time since he had the time to just breathe, to take a moment to appreciate what his life was now. It had been a successful year for the boys and for him, as GOT7 and as individuals. But they were all drained. They all felt exactly how they had felt before that near-impromptu Jeju vacation; the vacation when Jaebum had first told you he loved you.

Jeju would always be a special place to the two of you, and in the two years had that passed since that trip, you had often talked about how amazing it would be to go back there. And it didn’t hit Jaebum that it would be the perfect place to ask you this question that was eating him up alive until Jackson said it. 

When he admitted to Jackson how he hadn’t even thought of this and what a great idea this was, Jackson had taken his shoes off and sent it hurling towards Jaebum with a screech of ‘how can you be so dumb Im Jaebum?’. His shoes had only missed Jaebum’s head by an inch, but he wasn’t angry. Jackson was right, this was such a perfect idea waiting right in front of his eyes and he had missed it.

Jaebum had talked to the company executives weeks in advance, making sure it wouldn’t be cancelled. He had asked for time off over the New Years for all the boys, about making his relationship public, and about moving out of their dorm. While the talk about making his relationship public had only earned him scoffs, everything else had been agreed to. He planned everything; took the number of the owner whose house they had rented last time from Jackson, booked the flight tickets discreetly, arranged for his friends to take care of his cats over the couple of days he would be out of town. He had told you to pack for a small vacation, but he was adamant on not telling you where he was taking you.

“Come on baby, you have to tell me where we’re going. How else would I know what to pack? What if I pack bikinis and you take me to a snowy place?” you had argued.

“Absolutely not. You take normal clothes, and if I am taking you to the snow, I’ll pack warm clothes for you” he’d replied.

In the end, he had only settled on telling you how many days you were going to be out of town for.  It wasn’t until they were standing at the boarding gates that you knew where you were going.

“You’re taking me to Jeju?” you whispered, trying to not draw too much attention to the two of you. A mask and a hat weren’t much of a disguise but it was enough as long as no one’s eyes lingered on him for too long.

He simply looked at you, winked and then looked forward again.

Your boyfriend was impossible. You knew he wanted to surprise you, but he just wouldn’t tell you any of the details and the curiosity was driving you crazy. You had asked him over the course of the past week what he had planned, and all he had told you was that you would find out in “due time”. It was safe to say, you were already plotting your revenge.

About an hour and a half later, you were sitting inside the car, in Jeju City, on your way to god knows wherever Jaebum had planned. The drive wasn’t too long, and the car was soon pulling into an oddly familiar driveway.

You could never forget this place.

“Jaebum……” you managed to whisper, too scared to speak any louder in the fear of your voice cracking. “Did you…are we really…-”

Jaebum put his arm around you, pulling you closer and kissing the top of your head.

“I thought this would be a nice getaway place after the year we’ve had”

You looked up at him, smile so wide your jaw would start hurting any moment.

“This is wonderful. You…you are wonderful” you said, quickly placing a kiss on his lips before jumping out of the car and running inside.

The house was exactly how you remembered it to be, barring the new couch and the bigger T.V. But it felt exactly the same. You could almost hear the clattering of your friends in the kitchen, and almost see them huddled around each other in the living room while you and Jaebum were outside.

“Hey babe” Jaebum called out behind you.

You turned around to see Jaebum walking towards you and out of sheer habit you open draped your hands around his waist.

“Let me cook you some lunch” he said, ushering you towards the kitchen.

Jaebum cooked for the two of you, refusing to let you get up off the bar stool he had led you to once you were both in the kitchen. You watched him as he moved around the kitchen gracefully. Every time he looked at you, still watching him just as intently as the time before, he huffed out a little laugh and went back to work. It was probably the most adorable thing you had ever witnessed.

While the two of you ate, Jaebum told you about the past couple of weeks he had had, mostly about meeting all his friends at the year end shows. It had been such a long time since the two of you had just sat down and talked your hearts out without the impending doom of a schedule he had to leave to attend. You were still just a little bit skeptical at Jaebum’s grand gesture of love; after all, he was the least bit grand gestures in anything, let alone in love.

You had learned, after a couple of dates with him, that he was as lowkey as they came. Instead of pulling you to sit on his lap in front of his friends, his hands would just simply always linger on yours. If he was taking you out on a date. If you were sick, he wouldn’t drop work and come to your rescue, but he would make sure he got to your apartment in the evening to cook you dinner, and then without telling you, stock your fridge with breakfast for the next morning. It was always the little things.

And you liked it that way. He was romantic in his own thoughtful ways and as long as that was there, you weren’t one to complain. Fairytale romances, you had come to accept, were best left in fictional stories. This was real life, and you didn't want a Prince Charming, you just wanted someone to spend your life with.

So as skeptical as this felt, you kept your mouth shut and you enjoyed his gesture of love anyway. Your best guess was he felt awful about how busy the last few months had been, how he never had any time for your relationship, and hence wanted to compensate for it.

It wasn’t until both of you had showered, spent a couple of hours in front of the T.V that Jaebum suggested you both go outside to watch the sunset. Jaebum and you were cuddled inside a blanket you had stolen from your bedroom, courtesy of the 10° C temperature, and watching the hues of the sky turning warmer by the minute.

 It wasn’t odd; your fondness for sunsets had definitely rubbed off on Jaebum over the years. You would often find him sending you pictures of sunsets from where he was in the world, to which you would send him sunset pictures of your own. It had become a way of saying ‘I miss you and I wish you were here with me’ without actually saying those words.

Why didn’t you just say those words? Well, for one admitting just how much you missed him would only make things worse for the both of you. And you were hell bent on not making this any more difficult than it was. Your personal analogy for this situation, and for never going to visit him on tour (barring the one time he puppy-eyed you into it) was that it was like someone hands you your favourite pizza but as soon as you take a slice and bite into it, cherishing the taste, they take the pizza away and say you can’t have it again for 3 months.

Admittedly it was a strange analogy, but it got you through lonely nights without Jaebum by your side.

“You remember the first time we were here?” Jaebum asked, diverting your attention from your thoughts.

“How can I not remember?” you grinned. “You chose the near perfect moment to tell me you loved me. Im Jaebum, chic and sexy leader of GOT7, turned all soft for tiny, old me. How can I ever forget!”

Jaebum shot you a look of feigned annoyance and snickered at your comment afterwards.

“Well, dummy, not that day” he teased. “You remember our first evening in Jeju when we watched the sun set while the kids were still in the water?”

You could tell by his voice that he had gotten serious, so you leaned in to kiss his cheek, “Of course babe”

“That is when I realised I loved you. Before that it was always ‘yeah sure, I really like her’ but I saw the sun setting alongside you, and honestly, I wanted to spend the rest of my life watching sunsets with you. And cuddle you through every possible sun rise” he chuckled, remembering just how mad you had been when Jackson had once woken you up to see a sun rise.

You knew exactly why he had chuckled at the last part.

“Will you ever let me live that down?” you questioned, ducking your head down in embarrassment.

“Never” he joked, before continuing. “I know these past couple of months have been tough. So it got me thinking about something, and I didn’t know when the right time or place to ask you”

“Is that why we’re here?”

“Well, yes. I know you always talked about coming back here. So I thought it was a good place, kind of like a full circle for us”

“Jaebum, you’re scaring me just a little” you laughed nervously.

“Move in with me”

“What?”

You weren't sure if you had just heard him say ‘move in with me’.

“My three cats and I, all four of us want you to come live with us in our new apartment”

“Jae….-” you began.

“I want to come home to you, at least sleep besides you even if I don’t get to talk to you all day. You know that I planned to move out of the dorm, but I realised I don’t just want to move out. I want us to have a home together”

You paused to think; did he really want this? Or was he just tired of not seeing you as often as he would like? And even if he was tired of that, was that really such a bad thing?

“Are you sure, Jaebum? This….this is an awfully big step. And I don’t want you to regret this decision. I’ve lived with roommates and I’ve lived alone, believe me when I tell you there are joys in both. Are you sure you want to move out of a dorm with roommates who at least sleep in their own rooms into a house with a roommate who is going to be pretty much all up in your space, all the time?” you worried.

“Baby, this is the most sure I have ever been in my life” he confessed. “Believe me, I have been thinking about asking you this for a while but with how busy I was, I didn’t want to propose this and then leave you to set up what will be our home all alone. I wanted to ask you this when I was sure we could…build a home together”

You were at a loss for words. You were a whirlwind of emotions you couldn't figure out; you were excited at the thought of waking up to him, of having a home with him, but you were also scared out of your mind. You were just going  to have to trust that Jaebum wouldn’t break your heart like others had, even if every fibre in your body told you there was always a chance he could. And that was a chance you were willing to take with him. 

Unsure of what to say, you simply leaned in to kiss him. You could feel him smiling as he kissed you back, knowing that this meant you were saying yes. The sun had almost disappeared beneath the horizon, the sky having turned darker, the temperature dropping even lower. But Jaebum was right there, kissing you like he wanted to never let go, and the wind didn’t feel so chilly anymore.

“For the record, when I say I want you to move in with me, it also means I want you all up in my space….dummy” Jaebum teased, pulling away from the kiss.

You narrowed your eyes at him, slyly grabbing the blanket just a bit tighter. You huffed at him, placing a quick kiss on his lips before you yanked the blanket away from him, taking him by surprise.

“Dummy back at you” you said, grinning from ear to ear as you ran back towards the living room as fast as your cold limbs would allow.

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[thegracecardinal]

things will never be the same

who? grace cardinal

where? downtown toronto

when? feb august 15th, night

what? grace is bringing in her earnings from the past few days and witnesses more than she ever expected she would.

tw? violence

grace had told her mom goodnight almost 2 hours ago, she knew the older woman would be sound asleep by now. grabbing her small backpack that had all the money she earned over the past few days in it, she slung it over her shoulder before climbing out her window. luckily her house was only one floor, so it wasn’t difficult or noisy when she snuck out like this. she made her way through her neighborhood, passing under flickering street lights and walking past darkened homes. the dark haired girl crossed her arms over her chest, bracing herself against the cold while also making herself smaller as if that would make her feel safer. she was used to this neighborhood, she had walked to the safehouse many times over the last year, but it still never felt great walking alone like this at night, she always had to be on guard.

the closer she got to the dimly lit home, the more she was able to see of its rotting siding and disheveled roof, along with the half-hearted attempt to board up the windows. walking up to the door, she knocked and said, “hawaiian pizza” when asked for the password. the door opened and grace walked in, finding jason and other men sitting around a table with drugs and money strewn about the table, “explain to me again why that’s the password?” jason smirked, “because nobody likes hawaiian pizza, that shit is disgusting. now come over here, beautiful.” her lip curled at jason’s words, but she knew better than to talk back, so she walked over to him and sat in his lap. his arm snaked around her waist and she smiled up at her, “now, what has my good girl brought for me tonight?” grace took in a deep breath before faking a smile to appease him. she grabbed her bag from its hanging place on her shoulder and opened it, pulling out a wad of cash. jason grabbed the cash with a grin, “damn. you’re the best worker i got.” he side-eyed his boys before counting part of the cash and handing it back to grace, “your cut, and a little extra for being such a good little girl.” swallowing thickly, she forced a smile as she stuffed the money into her bag, “thanks. am i good to go?--” her words trailed off as a kid, probably only a few years older than her, entered and everyone’s attention landed on him. grace squirmed a little in jason’s lap, wanting to get up and go, but jason’s hand gripped her side, holding her in place.

after a moment of intense silence, jason smiled and let out a laugh, “gerald, good to see you, come on in!” the boy moved hesitantly, meeting grace’s eye for a moment. grace saw pure fear in his eyes and that caused her heart rate to quicken, “so, where have you been for the past month? you disappeared with a bunch of my product. you got an explanation? the money you owe me?” jason’s voice was haunting, it had this false sweetness in it that made grace’s skin crawl. the boy opened his mouth and a shaky voice emerged, “I-I’m sorry, man. I f-fucked up, I don’t--” the boy was cut short by the sound of a gunshot. jason had picked up his gun off the table, pointed it at gerald and shot. grace jumped and let out a scream, but jason held her in his lap tightly. the boy’s body fell to the ground with a thickening thud and grace just stared at blood poured from the bullet wound. he wheezed, struggling to breathe, and jason simply spoke over him, “see, sweet gracie, that’s what happens to people who fuck me over.” grace’s eyes were wide, watching as the boy died right on the floor, not far from where she sat. jason suddenly gripped the nape of grace’s neck, pushing her off his lap and leading her to the body. he pushed her to her knees, right into a pool of blood, and shoved her face towards the dead boys face, “see that, gracie? you don’t wanna end up like him, right?” her hands instinctively fell forward so she wouldn’t lose her balance and fall onto the dead body, but that only meant her hands pressed to the boys still warm chest. she did her best to shake her head, jason’s grip on her neck making it hard, “n-no. i dont.” he pulled her away from the body and back onto her feet, “then it looks like this is going to continue to be a good relationship.” grace nodded, her hands shaking at her sides. he let her go and laughed, “now get outta here, i would never make a pretty girl like you help bury a body.” she took a few steps backwards, smiling with fear in her eyes, “thank you. t-thanks.” she slowly turned, realizing her bag had fallen to the floor and picking it up quickly before exiting into the cold, dark night.

grace didn’t stop until she was standing outside her bedroom window, about to grab the windowsill and hoist herself up, but she stopped herself. there was blood on her hands. she stared at them, watching as they shook uncontrollably. she felt so cold, so empty. this was the blood of a stranger, a stranger who was now dead and being buried where his parents, his family may never find him. suddenly, she started wiping her hands on her shirt, desperately wanting the blood off her skin, but as she looked down, she saw the blood staining her jeans. she whimpered, hurriedly gripping the windowsill and hoisting herself inside. the moment she was in her dark, warm room, she slid down the wall and curled up into a ball. her entire being was shaken to its core. she wasn’t sure if she was in shock or if she was going to lose it at any moment. her breathing started to quicken until she began struggling to breathe. she heaved in breaths as she pushed herself to her feet and ran to grab her inhaler. taking in deep breaths, only a minute later she was breathing easier, but nothing felt easy, nothing felt right after what she had just seen. she couldn’t put it into words or emotions, she felt completely lost in her own life, in her own body. forcing herself to pull it together, she undressed herself and threw the bloodied clothes into the trash. it wasn’t until she was in the shower, watching blood swirl down the drain, that she broke and let silent tears stream down her face. she was terrified and she was alone.

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[daroguecampaigndiary]

Ashes to the Waking Sea

This is the fourth installment of the campaign. Read Invisible Chains here.

A knock came at the party’s lodging early the next morning. Before anyone could answer, a creme envelope slides beneath the door, bearing a blue wax seal. Solange and Darius are the only two awake, and so they investigate; Solange recognizes her family’s crest imprinted upon the seal, and nervously opens it to reveal a letter in curling script:

Dearest Solange,

     I know you have returned to Val Royeaux; how many years has it been since you last walked these streets? Your poor mother and father... but I get ahead of myself.

     Shortly after your departure, your home was besieged by bandits. They could not have been ordinary thugs, however - these bandits, nor your parents, were ever seen or heard from again. I have tried to investigate myself, but it is simply too dangerous for a man of my age to venture through that house alone.

     I beseech you, if you have any desire to bring honor back to this family name, enter Chateau de Vedel and discover what happened there.

                                                                                     Your uncle,

                                                                                     Comte Justien Vedel

After reading the note aloud, Solange looks to her companion, a mixture of hurt and confusion in her expression. Darius reluctantly agrees to assist her in searching her childhood home.

They walk together through the city until they reach the chateau, a grand townhouse on the outskirts of Val Royeaux, complete with a garden lawn. Passing through the front gates, the duo is alarmed to find an Avvar warrior decked in a horned helmet, furs, and a great axe loitering outside. 

“Oi, Lowlanders,” the Avvar calls out as Solange and Darius approach. “Dhara sent me to find you. Said you could use some help.”

Darius feigns deep offense. “And who might you be? Rather far from the Frostbacks, aren’t we?”

“I am one of Stone-Bear Hold. Lavellan aided my clan once; I offered to join her efforts here in the Lowlands in return. You can call me Man-Cheetah.”

Solange and Darius exchange glances at the odd Legend-Mark, but say nothing of it. Instead, Solange extends her hand to Man-Cheetah, and the three approach the house together. 

The entrance appears to be unlocked, as Solange tentatively takes the lead and pushes the front door open with a slow creak, an ominous sign that something is amiss. Inside the estate, the grand foyer is empty and dark. Dust covers the ground in a white blanket, undisturbed except for these newcomers. Darius and Man-Cheetah look to Solange for guidance; she leads them to the right, into her father’s office. 

A large desk sits in the center of the room, holding a spilled inkwell and a single note. Darius motions his fingers as if to excuse himself from investigating further. Solange takes it into her hands, recognizing her father’s handwriting, and reads:

Aline and I have been holed up in this damn office for hours. I don’t know what these thugs want, and if I did, I would certainly just let them have it. As far as I know, they’re here to kill whatever they find and loot the rest. Aline hasn’t been the same since Solange left - I can’t abandon her now. So I’ll take the lock from the safe here and place it on the entrance to the ballroom. That way, our riches will be wide open. Maker, I hope that’s all they want. If I run fast enough, I can scatter the four keys necessary to unlock the lock while Aline makes a beeline for the ballroom, all before the thugs finish taking from our safe. I hope. Let these not be my last words... Andraste preserve us both. 

Solange looks up from the note, noticing that her father’s safe is missing from the room. Her eyes dart around the office, clearly attempting to work out what could have happened. 

The three then exit the room, Solange naturally taking the lead; they pass a staircase to the far left of the foyer before making a right, and another right, ending in a set of double doors. Darius leans in to inspect what looks to be a set of four locks arranged over the knobs. 

“I could attempt to pick these, but we’d be here all day,” he says. 

“Hm.” Man-Cheetah crosses his arms, regarding the hallway. 

“My father’s note says there are four keys,” Solange replies. “We just need to find them. Come on.”

Solange leads them straight down the hallway into a door facing the ballroom. Inside, a long dining table and its matching, knocked-aside dining chairs sit in a sea of dust. All is quiet - except for a low grumble coming from deep within the room. 

A corpse lunges out from behind the table, coming straight for the party. The room erupts in a frenzy of combat. Solange, in a fit of rage, exacts a lethal blow against the undead, her sword slicing through its rotted manhood and against its torso in one swift motion. Quickly enough, the corpse is dispatched. It doesn’t take long before Darius, ever the curious intruder, finds the group’s first key. 

They move back toward the foyer and out into what appears to be a courtyard with a formal garden, searching the nearby flower beds and pots, long since dead. Before long, however, they are met by yet another emaciated enemy, a shadow of the former corpse. Solange is quick to act, arcing her sword below her and into the shade’s underside, instantly defeating it. After a short rest, Darius once again emerges successfully with a second key. 

Back inside, the group moves up the stairs to the second floor. Solange leads them to the right until they reach a small storage room, looting the few items left in her ransacked home before moving on to the master bedroom. 

Outside the doors, the three pause to listen. A low growl comes from within. 

“Who’s going in?” Solange asks.

“If you go in, we’ll wait here.”

“Yes, I’ll wait outside.”

Solange alone enters her parents’ bedroom. At first. With the rush of two shades on the attack, Darius and Man-Cheetah eventually make their way inside and join the fight. Before long, their enemies are defeated, and they are left alone in the cavernous, elaborate room. Darius wanders off inexplicably toward Aline’s vanity while Solange bends to pick up a note left on the floor:

Marcus has lost it. The boys all think so. I dunno why he dragged us into this crazy noble’s house - I heard the daughter snapped and started keeping people’s heads in her closet. It creeps me out. But Marcus says that makes them perfect for this ritual thing, and he’s an apostate, so I guess he’d know. As far as I’m concerned, the sooner I’m outta here, the better.

“I found another one!” Darius exclaims, yet another key in hand. 

The party then follows Solange out of the master bedroom and down the hall to her own bedroom. They listen again at the door, certain that they’ll hear the guttural sounds of the dead inside. Indeed, they do. This time, however, they agree to enter together.

An impossible four shades burst from the shadows, launching themselves at the heroes. Exhausted from their previous fights, the group looks haggard; Darius is brought to the brink of death again and again as Man-Cheetah and Solange take up the offensive. But before long, the party emerges victorious to find yet another journal page left on Solange’s bed. She reads:

I know Sebastien has told me not to go straight to the ballroom, but I couldn’t help myself. These may be my last moments, and I may never see my daughter again... how else can I say goodbye? She has disgraced the entire Vedel family with her abnormalities, but I still cannot help but remember her as the little girl who would whine if she had to be put into stockings, who demanded that her father teach her to be a chevalier just like him - I hear the bandits nearby. I think they have a mage among them, though I don’t know why they possibly would. It makes me more nervous than if they were simply thugs. 

Solange puts down the note as the group finishes searching the room, at long last finding the last key needed to unlock the ballroom. After a quick detour onto a balcony for a few hidden items, the party makes their way down the stairs to the ground floor and back to the ballroom. 

Darius enters each key one by one, until a mechanical churning sounds and the great double doors swing inward with a long creek. The group tentatively steps inside, weapons drawn in anticipation of a swarm of corpses. Strange markings cover the floor, and it appears as though a great blast erupted from its center.

Unaware of the danger, Darius walks directly onto the circle of markings, unleashing two greater demons from its center. Battle immediately breaks out as the demons attack the party. They are relentless - Man-Cheetah, despite his brute strength, is knocked unconscious in a pool of his own blood. Darius and Solange scramble to provide aid and keep him stable, fending for themselves all the while. Solange manages to wear the demons down, allowing Darius to finish them each off with an extravagant motion of his hands and a ridiculous exclamation. 

Once defeated, the demons’ bodies shrivel to reveal Solange’s parents before disintegrating into ash. Solange falls heavily to her knees, her sword clanging to the floor in a sharp echo. Digging her fingers into the ash, tears begin to fall down her cheeks silently. A paste forms from the ashes where they rest. 

“Mother,” she says. “Father. I won’t scatter your sorrow to the Waking Sea. I will always be with you. Plant your roots in me.” She runs a hand, fingers covered in chalky ash, slowly across her face, painting it white. “I won’t see you end in ashes. You are not demons.” 

Darius and Man-Cheetah stand idly by, politely at a distance and too off-put to look directly at the display of sorrow. After a shuddering breath, Solange reaches her ashy hands towards them. 

“Here, brothers.” Her fingers brush Man-Cheetah’s face; he stoically receives the gesture, and the ash mixes into his own Avaar paint. Darius makes to move out of the way, but Man-Cheetah, sensing the depth of symbolism, catches him with a fistful of ash to the face. It explodes against Darius’s cheek, a ghostly cloud. 

As the strange ritual passes, and as the three adventurers finish rolling in the Vedel’s remains, they see a single emaciated corpse sitting at the edge of the ballroom with a grimoire in its lap, presumably the mage Marcus. Darius examines it, a worried look crossing over his face. 

“This is a ritual to summon a very powerful figure,” he says. He turns slightly, rereading the page. “A god, even. He must have used your parents as a sacrifice. Clearly, it went horribly for him.”

“But why would they need my parents?” Solange asks, mostly to herself. 

Man-Cheetah appears next to her holding a delicately crafted great-sword. “I found this among their things. You should carry it.”

“The Superior Sword of Vedel.” Solange held the cold metal against her palm in awe. 

The three of them linger long enough to take anything remaining before taking their leave of Chateau de Vedel. For Solange, it very well may be the last time she’ll see her childhood home.

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