#I can't figure out if my neighborhood is too painful to stay in because of this now

[msookyspooky]

You're All Dead: Sneak Peek

My upcoming book I'm working on that is HEAVILY based off of the Set Up series and pays homeage to 90's Horror. If you liked Set Up, maybe give it a read because it's a retelling of it with new dialog and twist and turns 🔪 wordcount: 3,267

Intro:

There's Always an Opening Kill

   "Come out, motherfucker!" The young man yelled out into the darkness; slamming his back door as the storm door rattled from the force. He breathed heavily, eyes wide and darting around. He yelled out again, metal baseball bat in hand. "I said, come out!!" 

…Silence. Nothing in the desolate cornfield but the rustling of the remaining stalks cut down recently for harvest.

He hesitated before sucking in through his nostril and racing off his back porch. Adrenaline pumping as he swung the metal bat against a trash can. Knocking it over as the neighborhood dogs carried on at the loud noise.

"That's what I thought! Too pussy!" He yelled, his dirty blonde hair falling in his face as he marched to the edge of the field. "Well?! You only got balls to do this shit over the phone?!" He bellowed against the Autumn wind…He lowered his bat, chest heaving as he stared out into the darkness…Just crinkling of corn husks, a wind, and a few dogs barking.

He stared a moment longer before just speaking into the night. "...I know who you are."

Silence before he huffed out. "You fuckin' freaks. You're dead when I see you. I'll make what happened to Mr. Pierce look tame compared to what I'll do to you tomorrow. " He huffed and slowly turned around. "Stay away from my girlfriend you fu-" His sentence cut off in sharp gasp as a sharp pain went through his stomach. His blue eyes were huge and his mouth hung open as he looked down at his stomach…A pitchfork stabbed right through his gut. He slowly looked up to see a figure standing there holding the pitchfork…Some mask covering their face as they tilted their head. 

Even stabbed, the young man raised the metal bat and swung at his attacker's leg as the pitchfork was painfully jerked out. He released a strangled scream as he tried hobbling to the house, clutching his stomach as blood seeped over his fingers through his shirt.

If he could just get to the phone…He just needed to get to the phone!

He screamed, teeth clenched and face scrunched in pain as that pitchfork was driven deep into the back of his leg. He collapsed, turning on his back to swing at his attacker. He got a few hits but nothing to do real damage as he was dragged to the field by the pitchfork still in his leg like he was nothing but a piece of meat…His screams and the howling of the upset neighborhood dogs was all that was heard by the time anyone came outside too late

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Chapter One:

Everyone is a Suspect

The funeral was yesterday. It felt like a bizarre dream. He had a close casket. It's not like his family had much of a choice…Considering…

You sighed, looking to the ground as all eyes were on you. Everyone constantly asking you how you were or whispering amongst each other the second they saw you or even giving you judgmental stares as you walked by. You were the girlfriend of the victim. You should be so distraught that you can't even think straight. Sobbing, unable to eat, unable to go on or whatever. And yet, you weren't…You were numb.

The school had been buzzing all day. First Jessica and her boyfriend Freddy were found murdered in Jessica's home last week; now your boyfriend James was found mutilated in a field behind his house. Principal Craven announced there would be no school after today after parents complained out of fear for their kids safety.  Everyone was either over the moon and playing this off like it was no big deal or completely terrified. You were the latter.

You were getting into your locker, ready to end the day when you saw your locker neighbors come by. 

"Hey..." Sarah gave a soft smile your way and you forced a smile back that fell as quickly as it came. 

She had been your best friend this year. The new girl in town wasn't always liked but Sarah made you feel welcomed since the first day you met. You'd describe her brown eyes as the kindest eyes you ever saw. She was the type of girl you could talk to about anything and she'd be there for support. She brushed a piece of her short brown hair behind her ear as she opened her locker.

"Hey. Sorry I didn't see you guys at lunch. I had mine outside." You mumbled as a reply.

"Alone?" Torri asked with a raised eyebrow, walking behind Sarah as you simply nodded. 

Torri was who introduced you to Sarah. In fact, Torri became the first true friend you had here. She was definitely the trendsetter of this sleepy midwestern town. Wearing clothes that got her warnings with The Cavaliers Dress Code to outrageous stares from the older folks around town when she strutted out in a lime green mini skirt and matching platform heels. Her petite but busty figure didn't help. She was the type of girl that would listen to you vent and want to carve her keys in the person's car afterwards…It didn't exactly go over well with her older sister who was a teacher at the school and the exact opposite of her little sister Torri.

Sarah's gaze softened at the admission you ate lunch alone.  "That's okay but you know you can talk to us whenever, right?" 

You nodded again, "Yeah, totally. I know you guys are always here for me. I just…You know. Needed to clear my head, that's all." 

Torri got into her locker before asking. "...I hate to be the hundredth person to probably ask you this today but how are you holding up?" 

You cringed with a heavy sigh. "Not great, Tor."

Torri frowned deeply. "Yeah stupid question, I know. I mean, how the hell are you supposed to feel with your boyfriend being a victim? Seriously. We were shocked you even came to school today..." 

You put a book away and replied. "Yeah but I just don't want to be home alone with my thoughts. Besides, the police have already questioned me twice. As soon as I got here actually. Might be more questioning if I stayed home." 

Torri scoffed, "Was it Richie? He's been a real prick since Darlene dumped his ass. He was prick before that too…" 

"No, it wasn't Deputy Richard. It was the Sheriff and some Detective they brought in from a bigger city. I want to say he's from Davenport but I don't know for sure." 

Sarah scrunched her brows. "Why? You already told them what they needed to know when it happened just like the rest of us." 

A scruffy looking, thin teen boy leaned on your locker. He was proud of the stupid looking mustache he just started growing out that was so scarce and thin but he wore it anyways. His dark auburn hair is longer than it was last year. He had on a simple t-shirt and faded tore up jeans as he eyed you. "Hey Buffy. So…" 

You groaned softly. That nickname given to you stuck so much that it was used more than your actual name, even by family. 

"I'm fine, Ray. Really." 

Ray leaned against your locker, giving a skeptical raise of his brows. He showed up with Tim trailing behind him and Vince tagging along with his hands in his pockets.

 Tim and Vince were best friends. Complete opposites with Tim being a loud, crude, flirty, popular rich boy. He was cute and charming. One of the tallest guy in Senior year being 6 '4 and he always had a playful smirk on his lips and a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. His Dad was a big time landowner that owned most of the fields around town as well as a lot of the buildings he leased to small businesses. And Vince was quiet, reserved, observant and too emotionally mature to get along with a majority of the teen boys at school. His Dad was a lawyer that traveled to a nearby city for his work. Vince must have looked like his Mom because the one time you did meet his Dad; you just couldn't see it. The boy had looks that could kill; hands down one of the most attractive boys in town. With his dark brown eyes and pushed back dark hair framing a slender face. He had this brooding thing going on that all the girls in town just ate right up…Too bad for them; he was dating your best friend Sarah while Tim dated Torri. You reasoned that was why they became friends through their mutual girlfriends being childhood friends because you couldn't imagine any other reason. And Ray was a childhood friend of Sarah; both their Mom's being friends clear back to when they went to this school…And you were the new meat that moved in last year and lucky enough to have Torri dragging you along to meet Sarah and through Sarah you met everyone else. 

Vince eyed Sarah but she looked away…The relationship was on the rocks to say the least. You all complained about the tension in the group. Tim and Vince were friends, Torri and Sarah were friends, Dating... It got complicated. Even more so when there was a huge argument between a couple…And this one was a little more than just an argument…A day before James was killed, Sarah got a disturbing phone call and was attacked in her own home when her Mom was out grocery shopping. And who just so happened to be outside her bedroom window to comfort her once the killer was done terrorizing her?....None other than her strange boyfriend Vince with a cellphone in his pocket…A teen boy having a cell phone for 1994? You knew his Dad was rich but you had to admit that was suspicious. 

After Vince was held for being a suspect in Jessica's death and his phone examined by police; Sarah and him weren't speaking to each other. Vince stood off to the sidelines as you all spoke.

"So…Do the police have any leads on who killed James?" Ray asked.

You shook your head. "No. They're just questioning everyone. Shit, they questioned me twice." 

"...Huh." Ray mumbled.

"...What?" You asked as Ray shrugged.

"That's just interesting and kind of strange, is all." 

Tim walked over and wrapped an arm around his girlfriend. "What's interesting, Ray?" 

"Nothing, just curious about why they're interrogating Buffy again. I mean, they aren't gonna do that unless they..." He trailed off, looking away. 

 "...What? Spit it out." 

He rolled his lips. "...Buffy, didn't you say James called you?" 

You shut your locker with a perplexed expression. "I mean, yeah, but that was obviously before he got killed." 

"And…The police think a phone call lured him out to the field. Right?" 

"...Yes, but I don't see what that has to do with it-" 

"Buffy, why are the police questioning you so much?" 

You scoffed. "The fuck should I know, Ray? I'm the girlfriend! Apparently, I'm a suspect because of it! And the phone call and our rocky relationship and-" 

"The way you showed up to school not too upset?" He blurted out.

Torri repeatedly blinked her eyes and Tim cringed with a hiss at the comment.

You stared in surprise as Sarah spoke up for you. "Ray, I'm sure Buffy is just trying to get through it all. She's processing her boyfriend's death crying out loud. Sometimes people go numb at first…" 

"I get that, okay, I do but why not ask questions like who did it or why?"

"Ray, are you serious? I see you for the first time in days and this is what you're accusing me of? Of course I'm not yelling out conspiracy theories of who did it!" 

He dramatically shrugged. "I don't know! I just know that your boyfriend is dead a week after two of our classmates died and for some reason; the cops are grilling you hard on it…So, unless you can give us someone that had a valid reason for killing him…You're kind of the main suspect here…Sorry Buff." He gave with a grimace. 

"I..." You muttered, "I can't think of anyone that wanted him dead. But..." You trailed off. Subconsciously touching your neck.

Ray's gaze darted to your hand then back up to meet your eyes "But someone who was hurt by him. A lot. Someone who wanted revenge or maybe self defense that got too carried away…If it was self defense or a way out…I can understand but it would be less convincing with two murders last week too." 

You fully turned to him. "What are you trying to say?" 

He mumbled. "Connecting the dots? Or at least trying to." 

Torri rolled her eyes. "Oh god, here we go…Everybody get on your tinfoil hats." She mumbled to herself and looked up at Tim who raised his brows up and down at her. She rolled her eyes at him as well..

Ray scoffed and pointed at her. "Hey, that crop circle years ago in old man Leslie's field was fuckin' real, Victoria."

She glared. "I told you don't call me that, Raymond Wimer." 

Tim chuckled and added. "Weiner, Whiner, W-" 

"Okay, shut up!" Ray snapped at them both. "This isn't a conspiracy theory; it's a survival manual! How to survive a horror movie which we are clearly in right now!" He turned to you. "First rule is everyone can be the killer so why not first question the person that had not only a direct tie to the victim but a motive too."

"Which is?" You deadpanned with an unamused glare.

"Tired of dating an asshole." 

"Wouldn't you be?" You scoffed.

"I mean sure but there's also you and Jessica hating each other..." 

"I didn't hate Jessica! She had a problem with me!" 

Ray continued, "Sure. But come on, even you would be suspicious of one of us! " 

"I would not." You argued with an eye roll.

Torri scowled at Ray. "God, would you get a grip?" 

"Seriously, people grieve differently. Buffy had a confusing relationship anyways and no evidence points to her." Sarah interjected.

"Yes it is! Even in a weird roundabout way! But your own boyfriend is murdered and you don't hardly react? That's not strange to anyone else?" 

"No stranger than you." Torri mumbled as she put her books away and shut her locker. 

You sighed and gave him a pleading stare. "Ray, I am not in the mood for this." 

"I'm just ruling out suspects." 

Everyone cringed as you slammed your locker door shut. Releasing a humorless laugh and staring up at the ceiling before staring at him. "Ooohhh, so I'm a suspect now?" 

"I don't know for sure; Obviously! But someone is! It's someone at this school." 

"And what the hell makes you think it's me?" You sneered at him. 

Ray sighed. "...You're gonna make me say it, huh?" 

Vince gave him an intense glare. "Maybe that's a sign from the Universe to not say it? Ever think of that? Ever think, Ray?"

You noticed how he seemed extremely on edge today. Then again; everyone was. His girlfriend wasn't speaking to him, he was considered a suspect by police at least once already, and a murderer was on the loose. Who the hell wouldn't be?

Ray hesitated but opened his mouth regardless. "Okay...Girlfriend was abused by the wrong side of the tracks asshole and got revenge. Or a lover got tired of sharing and wanted to get rid of the competition..." His eyes darted around to everyone around you as if he was looking for a specific guy.

You let out a bark of laughter in anger and shock. "WOW, you have COMPLETELY lost your mind."

Torri agreed. "God, do you hear yourself? You're accusing a victim's girlfriend of being a cheater and the reason for her man's murder! This isn't what happened last year-..." She clamped her mouth shut as she saw Sarah frown. Vince raised his eyebrows in surprise and Tim clenched his teeth but had mild amusement in his eyes as he simply watched you all go back and forth. 

"Uh, I mean not like that but like...Buffy couldn't even hardly talk to us towards the end because of James. You actually think there was time for two boytoys?" She corrected herself.

"Okay, even a crush. A family member sick of him and his bullshit. Or Buffy..." Ray gave. 

Tim lost the humor in his gaze at that. "Hey man, he was a giant dick. There was probably a whole lot of people that had him on their shit list." 

"Not good enough. He had his face peeled off and his guts around his neck. That's as personal as it gets!" 

Sarah looked away with a nauseated face. Vince had his eyes on Ray the entire time.

You stared at Ray with wide eyes. "You actually think I would do that to my boyfriend?! Ray, I know you're obsessed with those cheap horror movies or those weird articles like 'I married bigfoot and now he pays child support' and what not but you're crossing a fucking line here." 

Ray threw up his hands. "I just know we are being picked off like flies! Jessica and Freddy last week. Now, James this week. Who knows who else is next!" 

You stared at him. "You do realize if I was the killer; you exposing me would be a death wish, right?" 

Ray pointed. "Ah, that's where you're wrong. See,  If I showed up dead especially after this exchange; you would out yourself as the killer." 

"Damn, guess I can't kill you till the climax. You know, the plot twist that exposes me as the killer ALL ALONG!" You mocked before flipping him off.

Tim snorted at that. Torri looked annoyed and ready to lead you by the shoulders away from it all at any moment. Sarah seemed uncomfortable with the entire discussion and ready to leave as well. Vince just watched. His dark eyes boring into Ray.

Torri mumbled. "Remind me why he's in the group again?" 

Tim smirked. "Free movies and good grass." 

"Hey, this is serious!" Ray exclaimed. "Three people dead in a little over a week. We're like sheep led to slaughter here and sending us home is even worse! At least here we have numbers! So excuse me for saying what everyone is thinking and trying to figure out the killer before we're all dead." 

Torri shook her head. "We are not being picked off one by one, you insensitive ass." 

"How is it insensitive to look at the girlfriend looking for an escape or revenge as a suspect? Or someone that likes her and is defending what's theirs? Didn't she spread that rumor about you Buffy? Okay, fuck! You have a motive for killing every single victim so far!" 

You ducked your head in embarrassment at the memory. 

Torri scowled. "Jessica was a bitch. It's hard to tell who wanted her dead other than half the school. Besides, she ran her mouth about everyone because she was mad Freddy fucked every girl that gave him an ounce of attention so how the hell is Buffy that much of suspect?" 

"Ray, stop. I didn't kill my boyfriend, alright?" You harshly gave with a raise of your hand as you looked away.

Ray pointed at you, his face lit up as the idea turned in his mind. "No, no. You're right! You couldn't have done it alone; you're not strong enough. But someone else could have. Someone close... A guy." 

Torri scoffed. "Oh, here we go again. Sexist much?" 

Tim chewed a piece of gum obnoxiously and muttered. "Babe. We've been over this, girls just don't have the stomach for that." 

Torri rolled her eyes. "What is this? A movie from 1954? Am I gonna faint at the sight of blood when I change my maxi later?" 

Tim gagged with a grin. "Ugh, you're on the rag? Is that why you wouldn't do it last night-" 

Ray snapped his finger to get everyone's attention. "Focus people! Someone's killing for Buffy or in relation to Buffy and we'll all be next and maybe even her if we don't solve this pronto." 

"Okay genius, who would that be?" Tim mocked. 

"I don't know...Someone that cared about Buffy." 

Torri scoffed. "That could have been anyone. Buffy is just a sweetie pie." She mocked in a goofy high pitched voice as she went to pinch your cheek and you smacked her hand away with an annoyed huff. 

Ray shook his head. "Well someone must think so too. Buffy was clearly involved, even unintentionally." 

You released a long insufferable groan, practically begging him to just drop it. "Ray... Please. I can discuss these murders any other time but not when it's someone I cared about and my first day back to school." 

"...Did you really care about him?" 

And just like that, he dropped the biggest bomb possible. You jerked your head back to his direction in shock at what he said. Your mouth hung open and you didn't know WHAT to say. You should. You should have been crying. You should have been livid.

But you weren't. You were speechless. Cause deep down inside, you had to ask yourself that same question.

"Ray, what the hell?" Sarah groaned as she picked up her bag, ready to leave this entire exchange. 

Ray got flustered as he tried defending his argument he knew went too far. "I'm just stating a very obvious question! He hurt you and was shitty! Did you really care about him or were you only with him because you had to be and someone helped you get rid of him?" 

He received glares and threw his hands up. 

"Oh, so we can talk about Jessica being hung out to dry last week just like Sarah's Dad was but not James' face being torn off?..." He saw the wide eyed look on Sarah's face and his own dropped. "O-Oh…Oh, shit, Sarah sorry-" 

Sarah looked away rolling her lips as everyone else glared at Ray. Torri put her arm around Sarah to lead her away.

You looked away at the mental image burning in your mind. Ray had a tight lipped frown on his face as he gave you an earnest look. 

"Look...I'm sorry, Buffy. I know I'm coming off as a jerk. I don't want to think you did it but somehow you are involved even by association. If we figure it out; it could save you if you're not involved."

You didn't look at him. Just getting your bag and getting ready to bolt.

"Oh, come on! I'm being the bad guy for wanting to connect dots and save lives here?

You snapped as everyone was starting to walk away from him. "There are no fucking dots, Ray! Jessica and her boyfriend were just another pair of classmates we barely talked to! James was my fucking boyfriend!" 

Tim scoffed as his girlfriend started leading Sarah away. "Man, lay off would ya? He was just some random victim." 

Ray was emotionally backed into a corner after speaking without thinking. He was clearly growing frustrated with you all. Tension in your friend group was thick anyways and this was making it 10 times worse.

"No he wasn't, can't you all see that?!" Ray exclaimed, "If YN wasn't sicking someone on him then anyone that cared seeing bruises the size of golfballs on her neck would have -" 

"HEY!" Vince released a yell that made you all jump and Sarah and Torri turn back around. You didn't think you ever saw him that mad or use that tone as he got up into Ray's face. "When are you going to take a fucking hint that YN doesn't want to talk about it and neither does anyone else?!"

Ray swallowed hard. "...I'm just sayin-" 

Vince grabbed Ray by his shirt as you heard Ray's head hit the locker. "You're always saying. When do you shut the fuck up? You're pointing an awful lot of fingers at other people. How do we know you're not the one doing it?" 

"Vince, stop!" Sarah exclaimed and ran back to the scene as Tim got between them and tried discreetly breaking it up before Vince swung on Ray. 

Tim cringed at Vince with an anxious laugh. "Heh, Jeez! Down boy. No need to go all Rottweiler on him." 

Vince backed away as he continued to glare at Ray who looked petrified. You didn't understand why. Sure, Vince seemed pissed but they all grew up together and talked daily…Was this anxiety and murders really hurting your group that much? 

"You need to read the room, douchebag." Vince growled out. He glanced at you from the corner of his eye before looking away. 

Sarah replied, "You need to calm down, there's no reason-" 

Vince interrupted her, "I thought you weren't talking to me?" He scowled, "Let me guess. Me sticking up for your friend Is just evidence I'm sick and probably the killer, right?" 

She scoffed as her voice rose in anger. "I would never say that!"

"But that's what you still think, isn't it? That I'm involved." 

Tim tried getting their attention by clearing his throat. His head jerked to the end of the hall with a tense expression. They all glanced to see Principal Craven watching them like a hawk near his office door.

You saw Miss Ryan come out of her classroom at the same time the Principal came from his office. She quickly went over to all of you, waving a hand at the Principal that she had it under control as she glared at Torri and then everyone else.

"What's going on here?" She demanded, looking between all of you. 

Vince bit his lip anxiously, staring intently back at Ray before shaking his head. "Nothing Miss Ryan...See ya Buffy, Tim...Sarah." He frowned at the mention of her name before leaving. 

Sarah sighed, watching him leave with her own sad expression.

Torri rolled her eyes and hissed out low to her older sister. "Nothing, Dar." 

"Yeah, well it doesn't look like nothin' so how about you do us both a favor and stop getting yourself into trouble? Especially with certain…People." Darlene Ryan gave a distasteful look Tim's way as he grinned at her.

"You look damn good today, Darlene! Seriously, is that a new perfume I smell?" 

"You call me Ms. Ryan on school grounds, Mr. Harris." She cooly gave with an annoyed look. Her youthful face made her look not much older than all of you if it wasn't for her conservative teacher-esque outfit she wore.

Tim gave a mock sad face. "Aw, but we're practically family here! Wedding bells might be chimin'." Torri smiled up at him at that.

Darlene gave him an insufferable look. "Torri, get your boyfriend and friends out of here and don't get in any more trouble, you hear me? My job is on the line everytime I intervene." 

Torri gave her sister a smartass expression. "Then stop intervening. I'm a big girl, I can handle myself. I don't need my sis to come to the rescue." 

Torri started walking away with Sarah and Tim as Darlene called out. "Now what did Mom say?! When you're at school; I'm your teacher and you treat me with respect!" 

Torri ignored her and you looked at Ms. Ryan. Giving her a frown. "Sorry, Ms. Ryan…" Before looking at Ray one last time and leaving too. 

You hurried down the hall. A few students looked at you as you passed. 

You specifically heard a guy whisper, "She got James killed. This town is filled with skanks." 

"She hangs out with Sarah Pierce, what do you expect?" Another guy replied.

You ran down the hall after that. The walls felt too close, too many people, your head spun. You passed a newspaper article on the bulletin board.

"Local Woodsboro teen James Fedrick Davis was found mutilated in a field near his home. Suspected Homicide. Does Deadwood have a serial killer?" 

#my writing #she her yn #my stories #youre all dead #I have had cold feet on my own book for too long so fuck it even if this chapter is playing it safe by using a lot of Set Up's first chapt

[dr-drckken]

The Cure All || Self Para

Dr. Drakken's No Good, Very Bad Month.

Drakken was in a very large slump. Quite possibly the biggest one he had ever entered, and this was including both his horrific lab accident and being sent to jail thanks to a teenager.

As a recap: Sarina had left, he'd had to re-renovate the downstairs lab into a bedroom for a pair of teen heroes who were practically strangers to him, and now he had a broken arm.

After the whole demon thing had cleared up, he had gone to the hospital to get his arm checked over. Drakken had, wrongly, assumed that the pain would be put to an end as soon as he reached the hospital. Instead he'd been forced to wait several more hours until someone could see him because apparently there were too many people who needed to be seen first.

Which was annoying. Wasn't this town full of Do-Gooder's like Kim Possible? They hadn't been able to keep the idiots of this town from nearly getting themselves killed? Ridiculous! So, as he had been forced to sit in the waiting room, he had called up the twins to make sure he hadn't invited them to stay in town only to get hurt or worse.

They were fine. Of course they were.

Then he had proceeded to call Sarina to tell her of his great misfortunes because who else was he supposed to complain to? Even if it was just her inbox.

Getting out of there, a bit out of it due to the pain medicine, he had been met with the Go twins who had come to walk him home. Surprisingly, they were pretty helpful. And nice about it. Most of the time. They seemed to know how to bite back when they needed to. He supposed that was something they probably inherited from their sister.

Drakken had spent the two next weeks doing absolutely nothing other than sitting on the couch, being sad and watching reality television. Occasionally one or both of the twins would join him, or check in as they passed through the house.

On the fifteenth day they decided that they'd had enough of watching him mope around. But Drakken proved to be a stubborn man, unwilling to move from his spot for any unnecessary reasons, every time sighting that he had a broken arm and couldn't do anything. They tried everything they could think of to coax him to, at the very least, go outside. He refused every attempt and they went to their room, calling uncle for the night.

It started all over again the next day. They even tempted him with his plot to take over the world! Surely he couldn't resist that! He had seemed so proud of that when he had first introduced himself.

"What's the point?" he asked, voice muffled as he was laying face first into the sofa. "My arm is broken, I couldn't do anything even if I wanted to."

The twins glanced at one another, shrugging. They'd given him every opportunity, now they were going to have to take matters into their own hands.

Literally.

Using their magic, they hauled him kicking and screaming off the couch and outside. Drakken could be seen being dragged around the Southern Isles neighborhood in his pajamas and fuzzy bunny slippers that afternoon.

"Come on," one of them had said, and Drakken still had yet to figure out how to tell them apart and didn't particularly care at the present moment to work on it. "There has to be something around here to cheer you up."

The other one echoed his brother before they started listing things off, going back and forth between one another as if they shared the same line of thinking.

"There is one thing," he admitted, making the pair perk up. "But we'll have to wait until nightfall, and you can't act sanctimonious about the rules we'll need to break!"

And that was how the Go twins were introduced to Vera, the three sneaking onto the Chakrobarty's farm at night to reach the barn where the cow was very excited to see her friend and the new company he had brought her. To Drakken's annoyance she liked the twins on sight, eating from their palms and sniffing at their hair as they pet her.

But it had done the trick. Drakken felt much better after spending time with the cow. Even just getting away from the house and the little town itself had been a much needed balm on the emotional wounds he'd taken over the last...well, year honestly.

He had returned to the task of helping turn the spare room into the bedroom, the work going by fast due to the boys' ability to turn themselves into a whole crew of workers. They were all sitting on the floor after carrying in their mattresses, eating their dinner, when Vera was brought up again. The conversation turned over onto pets in general.

"Did you ever have a pet?" one of them, Drakken was pretty sure it was Wyatt, asked.

"No," he shook his head. "Mother barely had enough money to take care of me when I was growing up. Then I...don't know. I suppose I was moving around too often to think of getting a pet. And, anyway, Vera isn't a pet. She's my friend. She lives on her own with her herd and works for her room and board."

"You have money now."

"Yeah! And you aren't moving around anymore."

Drakken looked between the pair of them, "Your point?"

"We should get a pet!" they said in sync.

"What?"

"A pet!" they repeated.

"What kind of pets do super villains usually have?"

"A cat!"

"A snake!"

"A bird!"

"...I have always wanted a dog," Drakken said, looking down at his food and thinking aloud. When nothing else was said he glanced up and had to do a double take at the wide eyes staring back at him. It wasn't until they shared a look with one another and the slow grins started brightening their faces did he catch on. "I- no! We aren't getting a dog."

"Why not?" Wendall, he was sure of it this time, pouted.

"Yeah, why not?"

"We already crossed off your previous reasons not to!"

"Come on!"

"Please?"

And, honestly, they did have a point. He had the means, he had the yard, he had the time. Not to mention coming home to a dog that would always be happy to see him felt like it would be the best remedy for anything that could have happened to him.

Zero had also mentioned that his boyfriend was the owner of that place with all the dogs just across the way from the neighborhood. It would also be helpful to put a face to his name. What was it again? George? Grant? ....Greg?

"Very well," he gave in, tone annoyed, though he was doing a bad job at hiding his smile as he watched the twins celebrate their victory.

#title: (the cure all) #the evil rant is one of the best perks of the job

[norasole]

Nick & Nora Headcannons

Nick Valentine & Nora Sole

Nora mostly goes by Sole, she was the Sole survivor of her vault and she's known by that. She doesn't go by Nora much. It's her name, but everybody mostly just calls her Sole.

It fits, she left Nora behind the day the bombs dropped. Nate died and Shawn missing. She had to make a new life.

Nick became her new life.

They started out as Partners, he was helping her find Shawn. His selfless act in the memory den, putting himself in so much danger for her; that's when she started falling for the old synth.

She and Nick worked more cases together, they set up 2 Valentines their head quarters at their private home together at Croup Manor.

Nick doesn't really like it there, it gives him the spooks; but he likes that Soles happy. They still visit the office and work with Ellie too.

Home though, Nick and Sole aren't really into Monogamy, that kinda thing went out with the bombs. They love who they love, Nick still cares about Jennifer Lands, the love who was murdered by Eddie Winter. Nora still loves Nate, they carry those memories with them. But they also make room for new loves.

Nora is a synth, and slowly comes to terms wirh that. She doesn't know how or why, but Nick is a synth too and she doesn't care, he's still a person to her.

Nick doesn't like it when she does the risky or the overly bloody jobs. He likes helping people and he'll fight like hell, but he wishes she'd go looking for trouble less. Those good neighbor jobs aren't his favorite but he also knows he's just protective of her.

The more Nick discovers his own humanity the more he finds himself in love with Nora. His Sole, his girl, his Partner. They have each other's back. They help the commonwealth because they're both the type who care about helping others.

Nora misses the times when there was built in communtiy, she sees all the fracturing and hates it. So she works hard and takes the jobs no one wants to help synths smd their reputation. She's somewhat of a legend so she uses that to her advantage. When people think good of her she can then share that she's a synth and challenge their ideas of bad evil synths.

She and Nick take jobs and work through the commonwealth issues.

We find Captain Whitlocks message to old Nick together, we keep it in our files at home.  A reminder. The captain and Eddie Winter are as much responsibility for making Nick as the Institute is. We don't forget the corruption of the past, nor its tragedy.

Gets the 10th Eddie Winter Tape

Travels to Croup Manor: we are gonna talk about this at home!

We went home and regrouped and from there decided to take Eddie down.

This was our most important case yet. We still hadn't found Shawn but we had no leads except some random scientist in the Glowing Sea. So we'd been focused on work and Cases: and then we honed in on Eddie Winter.

It was revealing for Nick to figure out who he was and get ownership over his future. We were doing that together.

Nick and I rescued a group of settlers in Concord. We met Preston Garvy of the Minutemen, his group was really traumatized. Nick & I fought off the raiders and decided to lend a hand. I mean, that's what we do. It's who we are, Nick and I escorted their group to Sanctuary, ironic it was my old neighborhood. Where I left so much of myself behind. Their rag tag group has been through a lot. The Quincy Masacre was ugly, and the Longs especially went through it. Hunting for Shawn, missing my son, Mama Murphy least tells me he's alive. The Longs, their child is gone. I can't even imagine their pain. Marcy is very bitter and my heart goes out to her. I tread lightly around her, I try to give her a wide berth so she has space to feel her feelings without intrusion.

A lot of folks out here live in pain, there is not much safety in the wasteland.

Preston seemed like a good sort. So I decided to tell him who I am. My story. He seemed trustworthy and caring to open up to. I stayed and helped them rebuild a bit in the old neighborhood. I can't stand to stay there, but the old place is safe haven for them and they deserve that.

After lending a hand to helping rebuild, Preston needed more help. I have a lot going on, but Nick and I weren't on an immediate case, and Nick likes helping the settlers. We have some of the strongest hardware, tech, and firepower in the commonwealth. If anyone is gonna take on Raiders and issues. It's me and Nick.

I gave the Longs my old house. I made a shrine for their son in Shawn's room. It doesn't bring him back, but I hope it gives them a private place to grieve him.

Jun Long came and talked to me about his son, giving him a space to grieve was a gift that helped me too. Maybe he can grieve for both of us.

The Longs memorial room is surprisingly cheery, except for the headstone. Jun and I worked on it together, after Marcy told me he mostly sleeps in there. We made him a bed there too.

March has a soft spot for kids though, and as Sanctuary began to expand, we decided to make The Little Long Memorial Park, in honor of their son and to make a safe haven so no more children have to die, they can play and live in safety.

I think it helped Jun, we went through Lexington and Concord to Salvage stuff. I even managed to lug a bunch of things from Nuka World and that was such a do to. But in the end, the Park looked great and it was really good to see a smile on Juns face for once. Marcy even cracked a little. She's bitter. She misses being a mother, but she lets all the kids come to Shawn's room, the memorial room, to play and smile. They love the Park too.

I hope I can bring Shawn someday. But even if I can't, we made something safe, for someone.

#fallout #fallout 4 #fallout 4 companions

[terresdebrume]

Maybe I just don't go out enough but these days I can't go into my neighborhood without thinking of Pouet

I'm sitting in the restaurant I was at when I received the last lead on a lookalike and all I can think of is going out for a round that night and possibly seeing that guy who was collecting cats for the meat trade, wondering if he'd caught the cat I'd gotten a call about, wondering if that was even Pouet or if she was dead by then

Maybe that one dead cat found early on really was her, maybe she died later, maybe she's living her best life with a different family less than a block from me

I won't ever know which one of these is true, even if a miracle does happen and she comes back to me, which I don't really believe in tbh.

All I know is I miss her and it hurts especially hard tonight.

#Matt has a life #Pouet #I miss her so much #I want her back #I can't figure out if my neighborhood is too painful to stay in because of this now #or if I'm just tired #i have too much on my mind lately #way too much

[mintmatcha]

quickie - dabi X hero!reader

Dabi x cis!fem reader

CW: public sex, voyeurism, standing sex, doll as a nickname, praise

 a/n: thanks to shan’s discover server for dealing with my bullshit creating this <3

   "We can't keep doing this."

The figure, leaned against the graffitied brick of a building, tosses back his hood as he takes another drag from his cigarette.  The black of his hair, streaked with the occasional red, shines under the streetlamp.  His burns are worse than the last time you’ve seen him, stretching from his face to his knuckles.

"You say that everytime." Dabi drops the cigarette butt and crushes it under the heel of his boot. "But you always come anyway."

You scuff your heel against the concrete, listening to how it echoes down the empty street. The dive bar you two stand in front of long ago cleared, all of the patrons disappearing into the night. 

Maybe heading home. Most likely not.

You should be heading home too.

"I'm only here because you asked me to be here." you ask cooly, forcing your eyes to stay glued to your phone. You don't look away until his tight grip clutches your shoulder. Against the chill of the night, his touch is comforting.

"Don't play coy." he scoffs, "I never asked you to be here, little hero."

You flinch at the nickname, checking your surroundings once again. Being recognized as a hero would mean trouble in this neighborhood. You already clearly don't belong; you had dressed nicely for a date- a date with another hero, someone good for you-

only to abandon him the moment this asshole texted you.

"I just told you I was bored," Dabi smirks, the stitches at the corners of his mouth pulling as he eyes you up, "And you decided to entertain me, apparently." 

You wish your heart wasn't beating out of your chest. You're not quite sure what it was about him- maybe the danger, maybe daddy issues, maybe the horrifying idea that you genuinely cared about him, maybe something entirely different- but you were wrapped around his fingers.

And he is well aware of it.

He hooks a finger under the strap of your dress and pulls it down and off your shoulder with a languid pace, eyes tracing over the exposed skin. "I like this. Kinda fancy, kinda skimpy-" His tongue runs over the edge of one of his incisors, his piercing catching the low light. "It's like you're asking for trouble."

You just shrug. "Maybe I am looking for trouble."

"I told you to stop playing coy." His hand cups your chin, dragging it up to look at him directly. His gaze is dark, hungry, and more than a little dangerous. "Are you here to get dicked down or what?"

You try to sound nonchalant, but your voice is high and tight in your throat. “If that’s what you want, I guess.” 

“Aw, come on now, lil hero. Don’t pretend to be a brat." he grins, pulling your head higher, “Lemme hear you say it. Tell me you came here to get fucked."

“I-” you hesitate.

“Come on, say it.” he takes your hand in his and, for a second, it's sweet- but then he guides it down to the front of his pants, cupping you over his crotch to feel the beginning of his excitement. "Say you wanna get fucked."

You swallow, and then gently squeeze his cock. "I want you to have sex with me."

"Nuh-uh. That's not what I said." he leans into you, lips brushing against yours, blue eyes never leaving yours, "Say you want me to fuck you."

"I want you to fuck me."

“Aw, dirty girl.” he purrs, "What would everyone think? The perfect sidekick, begging for a villain's cock?"

He closes the gap and catches the plush of your lip between his teeth- hard. You gasp and he doesn't waste the opportunity; his tongue finds yours, rushed and messy. 

The kiss breaks, a string of spit connecting your lips for a microsecond. "Turn around."

Before you can react, Dabi's hand grips your forearm and twists it behind you, forcing you against the wall. The prickle of the brick digs into your cheek, but you can't focus on the pain- only the heat of his hands: one holding you still, the over sliding up your skirt.

"H-here?" you whisper, but don't resist. "Someone could see."

"Yeah-" his chuckle is low, "That's the fun part." 

He's quick to flip the fabric up and over your ass, exposing your lacy panties to the night air. His palms your ass and shakes it, eyes glued to how it shakes and quivers under his touch.

"Very sexy." he coos almost mockingly, pulling the elastic of your panties so taut that it digs into your skin. You flinch when it snaps back, further pressing yourself into the wall, and Dabi laughs.

"Aw, sensitive little thing, aren'tcha?" he grinds against you, the rough fabric of his jeans doing nothing to hide the swell of his cock. It rubs between your ass cheeks, the friction of demin already burning. The only respite in the cool metal of his studded belt, smooth and slick against you.

"Are you sure you can handle this, baby?" he tugs you closer by the bicep, arching your back until your head falls back. Like this, he looks down at you, a wolfish grin on his face. "I'd be so sad if I broke you."

"No, you wouldn't-" your free arm slides down his front, thumb dipping into the waistband and fingers rolling over the buckle.

"Yeah, you're right." he helps you unclasp the buckle, the gentle tinkling the only sound that echoes down the empty street. It hits you then that, despite the late hour, someone could approach at any moment and catch you being fucked by a wanted criminal.

The scrape of denim is replaced by hot, smooth skin and a tickle of his happy trail. Dabi lets the weight of his cock fall against your folds and a warm trickle of precum grazes your cheek. The night only seems to be getting colder, but the latent heat of Dabi's skin only seems to build.

"Fuck--" he ruts up against you unexpectedly, "You're fucking dripping-" You can feel his cock sliding against you, the wetness of your arousal letting him easily slip between your thighs. The head of his cock ghosts near your clit, not nearly the pressure you need. "God, maybe I'll just fuck you like this-"

A whine escapes your throat before you can tamp it down. 

"Oh, don’t be a brat.” he pulls back, “I’ll make sure you get what you need.”

He digs into his pocket and pulls out a gold foil packet, flashing it to you. You two agreed on protection since the first hook up- your insistence. He quickly rips into it with his teeth and rolls the condom down, barely covering his length before he pushes against your entrance, his fat head easily popping inside despite the stretch. You expect him to fully bury himself in one stroke, like he always does, but he stays there inside you, his cock barely past the petals of your pussy. Impatiently, you wiggle back against him, desperate for more, but he braces against you.

"Slow down, now-" he clicks his tongue before pressing a surprisingly soft kiss into your temple. Then, he shoves you forward again, face smushed into the rocky brick. "Lemme enjoy this properly."

You teeter on your high heels, legs already shaking as he finally rolls his hips forward inch by inch. Under his breath, he mutters so low that you can't understand him, but you catch clippings of praise and curses.

His pace is unusually slow, letting you savor the fullness of his whole cock before he pulls back to the tip. His breath is uncomfortably warm against the back of your neck. The scent of ash and tobacco that clings to him makes your stomach turn, but you can't help but want more of it- more of him.

The hand of your hip, unnaturally warm, almost burning, slips around to the front of the panties, dipping into the fabric to trace supply circles around your clit. It's nice- soft and gentle-

but you don't fuck Dabi to be gentle.

With your free hand, you push against the wall, forcing him to sink into you, hard. "Fucking hell-" he chokes out a groan as you start bucking against him. He uses your forearm as leverage, pulling and pushing down his length faster and faster. "That's it-- bounce like that- oh, good girl-"

Your voice, pathetic and lewd, fills the stress, but Dabi does nothing to muffle it. Of course he doesn't- he likes the risk. He wants to be caught, wants people to see him splitting you in half. Anyone even remotely close would be able to hear the wet, sloppy sound of your pussy, but you can't find it in yourself to care.

Once you get the rhythm he wants, Dabi releases your arm and grabs on to the front of your dress, palming your tits through the fabric greedily. It's rough, almost bruising, squishing you solely for his pleasure.

"So soft," he breathes. After a moment, he decides the fondling isn't enough and wraps his fingers under the hem, digging into the fat of your chest. With a firm tug, he snaps the remaining strap, freeing one of your tits into the cool night air. You don't even have time to shiver before his hand takes it place against you. 

Dabi always runs warm, but something about sex- albeit the desire or the physical contact- makes him hot. The stroke of his hands, the lips across your shoulder blade, the dip of his stomach against your back- all of them leave ghosts, trails of goosebumps where heat used to be.

Even through the condom, his cock radiates heat deep inside your cunt, twitching and pulsing with every stroke. His fingertips never leave their mark, rolling your clit steadily. 

"Y-you gonna cum for me?" he says through his teeth, "Gonna let me f-feel it? Let me make you feel good? Oh, such a good girl for me--"

The pressure on your clit all at once becomes too much and you cum, knees wobbling and threatening to give out. Your pace threatens to falter, but Dabi muscles through it for you.

Dabi's lips find your neck, right below your jaw. A flick of the tongue is followed by the sharp pain of his teeth digging into the soft spot.  Overstimulation hits your quickly, your pussy twitching every stroke.

"'Is too much." you hiccup, reaching behind you blindly. You manage to caress his face, the staples warm and wet with his sweat. He nuzzles into the hand, a surprisingly sweet gesture.

"Just- just take it." he growls. The pace is suddenly lopsided, the rhythm gone as he starts to cum.

The gentle pulsing of his cock is immediately followed by pooling warmth. No, warmth is an understatement. It's hot, almost unbearably. You keen away from him, but he stays locked against you.

"G-get off," you hiccup, "You're t-too hot."

"You're not so bad yourself, doll." He withdrawals and quickly peels the condom off, tossing it to the side. He spins you around, running a thumb under your eye. Flecks of mascara and eyeliner stick to his skin. "Especially like this." he gestures to you as a whole. Running makeup, ripped dress, quivering legs, your own cum glossing your thighs- you look destroyed.

"You should walk around like this all the time." Dabi wipes his stomach with his shirt, haphazardly smearing the wetness more than cleaning it, before redoing his buckle. He takes his time, clearly not concerned about being exposed. "On second thought- nah. Just wear this for me." 

You shimmy your dress down, trying to cover your ass as quickly as possible. "You're disgusting." 

He throws his head back and laughs. "You didn't seem to think so a couple minutes ago." 

"Fuck you."

Dabi shakes a cigarette free from the carton and sticks it between his teeth. "Aw, doll-" he dots the tip with his finger and it alights, deep orange against the dark of the night. "You just did."

#dabi x reader #dabi smut #mha smut #dabi #touya smut #minors do not interact #hotstuff

[kakiwrites]

astronomy

Genre: angst

Hajime iwaizumi x reader

Warning: cancer, y/n death

Synopsis: when you get diagnosed with cancer, you wanted to spend what little time you had left completing your bucket list with iwaizumi.

a/n: blame @tendousfingerbandagess for this idea. I was just listening to conan gray's new song 'astronomy' then prompted this idea. I want to share my pain with you all hehehe! Let's get started.

"we found that you have acute lymphocytic leukemia…" were the first and only words you heard from the doctor before blood suddenly rushed to your ears.

You were rushed to the hospital by your boyfriend, Iwaizumi, when your very high fever kept coming back every few hours. Hajime sat next to you as the doctor broke the news to you, trying to comfort you by running his thumb over your clenched knuckle. He hoped to ease you into the harsh reality that was brought upon you but you couldn't feel anything then. All you felt was the piercing cold. You didn't know if it was a symptom of your new diagnosis or because of the news itself.

"w-well, can you still treat it?" Iwaizumi asked for you, squeezing your hand to attempt and bring you back into this conversation.

"we can but it'll be painful-"

"what if I don't want to be treated?" you suddenly chimed in. that caused Hajime to turn to you with a shocked expression. No. You have to get treated. He can't lose you.

"w-what are you saying, (y/n)? Y-you can't be serious." Iwaizumi let out a humorless chuckle, praying that you would laugh along and reassure him that you were kidding. But you didn't do that. You sat straight in the uncomfortable chair, waiting for the doctor's response.

"Well, though it is not ideal, we can delay putting you on the transplant list but that will lessen your chances to survive. Chemo therapy is also on the table." the doctor replied professionally, his clipboard opened on your file to take note of your wishes.

"I want to delay both as of now. I-I just need time to think…" your voice cracked. You wanted to be strong. To show your boyfriend that you could handle it and that you'll be okay. But from the looks of your face, how you trembled beside him, iwaizumi knew that it was the exact opposite of what you were trying to portray. The doctor nodded his head before he left you alone with a confused and distraught Iwa.

"why?" Iwa's voice was barely above whisper as his glassy eyes looked into yours in sorrow. He wanted you to live. He already planned his future with you. How you would have two kids running around the small house you two would purchase to accommodate your family. But now, he wasn't so sure if that same dream of his will come to life. The only thing he could do now was pray that you'll survive and live through this.

"I want to live my life, haj," you replied. You shot him a sad grin before you took a deep breath and spoke once more. "I want to live my life to the fullest before I grow weak and have to sit in a hospital room and wait impatiently for the small chance that I'll find a donor or see any big progresses." you let out a watery laugh. Damn, this was harder than it looks. "I want to live my last stronger moments with you." tears ran down your cheeks at the end of your little speech. You looked back to see iwaizumi's tears flowing down just like yours did.

Iwaizumi brought your hand up to his quivering lips and placed a soft kiss on them. "then I'll help you. I'll help you live your life to the fullest." he placed another kiss on your knuckle, a sign of a promise he was willing to do anything to keep.

"okay, I'm done!" you called Iwa. You placed your pen down and waited for him to pop out from your shared bedroom.

Iwaizumi smiled and sat next to you on the couch, reaching a hand out to take the slip of paper from you. You gave it to him willingly. "have a road trip around Japan, adopt a puppy, try delicacies in each city we visit, bungee jumping, and star gazing. Wow, it looks like we have a lot of things to do~" he said, wrapping his arm around you and bringing you closer as his eyes skimmed through the list once more.

You nodded your head in agreement. Iwaizumi explained to his team that he wouldn't be there as often because of your diagnosis. They all agreed that your health came first and that they'll be fine hearing his critiques on their forms and diet from home. Just like that, he already sacrificed so much for your sake. He now asked you to write down a small little bucket list you could do together before you decide to settle down and get better. He promised to help you live your life to the fullest after all.

"When do you think is the best time to start working on this?" he asked, waving the list in his hand. You shrugged. You didn't want to rush him into finishing this and risk burning your boyfriend out. This was his time to relax and have fun beside you. "We should get packing then!" he took both of your hands and pulled you up from your seat, causing a giggle to bubble up from your throat. You tilted your head when his words sank into your brain. Pack? Right now?

"You want me to pack? Right now?" you asked skeptically. Iwa chuckled before leaning in and pressing a quick kiss on your soft lips.

"because we're going on that road-trip tomorrow, you idiot." Hajime watched your eyes lit up with glee before you skipped into your bedroom and packed your shared luggage.

Even in the devastating predicament you were in, you didn't stop being so positive and happy. That was one of the things he loved about you.

"We drive through the woods

Rich neighborhoods to watch

We joked as we looked

That they were too good for us

Cause socially speaking we were the same

With runaway fathers and mothers who drank

A tale old as time

Young love don't last for life"

You sat in the passenger seat of Hajime's car, a blanket keeping you comfortable while Conan Gray's astronomy blaring through the speakers. Iwaizumi couldn't help but bop his head behind the wheel while you sang along.

"damn, your voice sounds amazing." he complimented, causing your cheeks to feel hot. Iwaizumi chuckled before he turned and parked in the wide parking lot of the animal shelter.

"wait! Are we getting the puppy now?!" you squealed excitedly. Iwaizumi clicked his seatbelt off and hummed in confirmation. You never got out of the car that quickly before.

Fortunately, this was only the beginning.

For the next few days, you traveled around Japan with your new puppy, iwaizumi named (y/n) Jr., went bungee jumping together, and tried delicacies in each town. you had the time of your life.

But fun had to end.

On the last day of your third week, you started to feel waves on waves of fatigue wash over you. You just wanted to rest with Iwaizumi but you felt like giving in was only admitting that you can't handle it anymore.

So you forced yourself to get up.

It was hard to hide things from iwaizumi. He was always perceptive, especially now. He was there to help you live.

He needed you to live. Because he knew that he wasn't anyone without you.

"you okay? We can rest today if you want." he asked worriedly, walking over and assisting you to a seat. He went into the kitchen to fetch you a glass of water.

"no, I'm fine." you replied, trying to reduce your shaking as you take the glass and chugged the water. You could only hope that your headache will subside soon. "do you have anything planned for today?" you asked, feigning cheerfulness. Iwaizumi glanced back at you worriedly before he sighed, flashing you a small smile.

"well, we have stargazing on your list so I was planning to do just that." Iwa sat next to you and stretched his arm over your shoulder. You giggled before you closed your eyes and nuzzled into him, wishing to store the last bit of your energy that you felt was seeping out at a rapid pace.

Iwaizumi could hope that it wasn't what he suspected. That you were just having an off-day. That you were okay, just like the last few weeks.

But that was all he could do. All he could do was hope.

The night air was colder than usual.

You pulled your thick cardigan closer to your chest and squeezed iwa's hand, hoping that his warmth would seep into you. Hajime looked back at you worriedly. "you okay? Dammit, we should've stayed home-"

"i'm fine, haji, it's just colder than usual." you lied, nudging him, telling him to keep walking.

You felt like you used up all of your energy climbing up the small hill where a picnic blanket was set-up on the very top, a small stereo playing Astronomy softly. You couldn't help but gasp in surprise. Maybe that wasn't a good idea, the lack of air in your lungs already making you dizzy. The gasp hid the shallowness of your breath from your already anxious boyfriend who helped you get settled on the blanket under the stars.

"just... Sit tight." iwaizumi took a deep breath before he stood in front of you, made a fist and pretended he was holding a mic as he sang along to Conan's soft voice.

"We've traveled the seas

We've ridden the stars

We've seen everything

From Saturn to Mars

As much as it seems

Like you own my heart

It's astronomy

We're two worlds apart"

He took your hand and pulled you up on your shaking feet. he got down on one knee then took out a velvet box. Your hands flew to your mouth. This can't be happening.

"(y/n), it might look like we don't have time but i know you can fight back and win. I can wait until then. So (y/n) (l/n), will you marry me?" he muttered to keep his voice from cracking. Your smile reached from ear to ear, nodding your head rapidly at a loss of words. Iwaizumi slipped the ring onto your finger and was about to pull you close into a hug when the unthinkable happened.

Your feet buckled under you, unable to support your weight anymore. Your breath was ragged and loud. You tried to suck in air to no avail. What was going on?

Your ears ring while black dots start to spread through your vision. The last thing you remembered was your now fiance's blurry figure in front of you, desperately trying to bring you back to him.

Cold. The cold just seeps into you, suffocates you until-

You woke up to the blinding lights of the hospital. Your tired eyes moved to observe the room. You felt someone squeezed your hand. You turned to see a sleepy iwaizumi slouched in one of those uncomfortable hospital chairs, his hand gripping yours tightly. Hajime jolted awake the second you squeezed his hand back.

"(y/n)!" he exclaimed in relief, bringing his head down and kissing the ring on your finger repeatedly. Little droplets littered your hand. Iwaizumi was crying. "i-i thought i lost you... You wouldn't wake up for days a-and-" he sobbed. You pulled him into your chest, letting him nuzzle into your weak figure.

That small reassurance that you still had that small fight left in you helped iwaizumi sleep that night.

It was only the beginning of hell for you.

For the next few weeks, iwaizumi couldn't do anything but watch as your once strong figure rapidly grew weaker by the day. He had no idea had to stop it.

He needed a miracle.

He picked up his phone, dialed a certain number and waited for them to answer. If iwaizumi needed a miracle, this was the guy to call.

Another week went by, you were looking out your window in boredom when your hospital room door opened. thinking it was another nurse, you used all your strength to crane your neck to look at the person who entered. Your eyes lit up when you saw Iwaizumi enter with the Argentina setter, Oikawa.

"tooru!" you cheerfully yelled. Oikawa immediately rushed toward you. The man was about to pounce on you but iwa came to the rescue just in time and pulled the setter away from your bed.

"what are you doing here?" you asked, wiping away the stray happy tears that accumulated in the corners of your eyes.

"simple!" oikawa said as he skipped back to the door and opened it to reveal matsukawa and hanamaki with an officiant. "i decided to provide a little bit of a miracle." You turned to iwaizumi who glowed pink beside you. Was this really happening?

Your little "ceremony" flew by too quickly for your liking. You wished you could just cherish this moment forever. How all of the former members of the volleyball team came in and gave their congratulations and told little anecdotes they remember about the early stages of your relationship, like the time hajime almost beaten up oikawa for flirting with you in high school or how iwaizumi accidentally hit you with his spike when he was staring a second too long.

The noise slowly died down to the beeps of your heart monitor connected to you. Iwaizumi sat beside you and kissed your hand once more. "we're officially married now." he whispered, not wanting to break the soft ambience of the room.

"yeah..." you leaned back weakly in your bed. A wave of fatigue suddenly hit you. Maybe it was because of the eventful day you've had.

"You gotta live through this if you want to enjoy our honeymoon." he joked, causing you to let you a soft giggle.

"i love you, haj."

"i love you too, baby..."

"We have a code blue!"

Iwaizumi shot out of his seat to be met by a slew of nurses bursting into your room. His eyes snapped toward your limp figure. No. Nonono. This cannot be happening. You were okay. You were laughing along with everyone. You were joking around. You promised to live, to be strong.

Why? Why did you let go now?

"sir, Please step outside of the room." a nurse said to him, hauling the trainer out the door and into the hallway. Iwaizumi dropped into one of the empty seats outside, burying his head in his hands. He prayed to every god he could think of, to spare your life.

But unfortunately, his prayers weren't answered.

When the doctor came out of your room with a somber look on his face. He already knew what happened. His tears silently flowed down his cheeks as his brain blocked out the doctor's voice, ringing growing louder and louder.

There was only one festering thought in his mind now and it was growing bigger the longer he stayed in that hallway. It kept nipping at him when he went back into the room to see your now lifeless body.

You were gone and he will never see you wake up again.

It all moved like a blur to hajime. Your family was as equally as distraught as he was. They offered their support to which Iwaizumi refused to take. At night he would imagine that you would come bursting into the room and cuddle with you and every time, he would feel tears prick his eyes when he would remember that it didn’t work like that.

The funeral wasn’t any better. Iwaizumi would acknowledge the typical condolence message here and there. He went out of his way to make his eulogy speech a bit more personal for your grieving family members and friends. He couldn’t stop his sobs when he watched as your casket got lowered into your final resting place. The pain felt unbearable.

He stood in front of your new and clean tombstone, tears pricking the corners of his eyes as he held (y/n) jr. In his other hand. He let out a shaky smile, the smile he usually reserved for you. He was going to miss you.

"don't worry love, we'll meet again." he whispered hoping you would hear him one last time. It was going to be hard to move on but he’s going to do everything in his power to pull himself back up and come to terms with reality and maybe to keep your memory alive.

And that's all! This was a real whirlwind and I didn't really anticipate it being this long! Hope you guys enjoyed this! Thanks for @tetsunormous for getting mad at me for spamming and beta reading! Requests are open so please don't be shy to leave anything in my inbox! Love you guys 💖💕❤️

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Explaining why I have added every song in my entire and very long Niragi playlist because I can and because over analyzing him is my passion (I usually update it from time to time but I'll do it with the current songs)

Completely self indulgent post, but I decided to share to feed my fellow Niragi stans (*˙︶˙*)☆*°

This is entirely based on my view of the songs and how I interpret them while thinking about Niragi. I'm aware that most of them have entirely different meanings, this is just for fun :) (Also sorry if my explanations don't make much sense, English is not my first language and I might make mistakes when trying to put my feelings and thoughts into words)

This may contain manga/s2 spoilers

Hayloft-Mother Mother: Vibes

Criminal-Britney Spears: The whole song describes him ("he is a sucker with a gun") and the fandom's obsession ("mama I'm in love with a criminal")

Daddy Issues-The Neighborhood: I feel like he would act like this, using the most vulnerable spots to pick on someone ("cry little girl, nobody does it like you do")

Psycho-Jin Dogg, OVER KILL: Vibes

Riot-Hollywood Undead: He'd definitely start a riot like he did in the 10 of hearts, burning and destroying anything that crosses his path

Bitches-Mindless Self Indulgence: He most likely thinks he's a total fuckboy and popular with girls since he can get almost anything he wants out of scarying people

Baby's on Fire-Die Antwoord: Vibes

Insane in the Brain-Cypress Hill: This man is being consumed by his own way of protecting himself

Wolf in Sheep's Clothing-Set It Off: Based on how he feels towards the people who hurt him in the past ("Listen, mark my words, one day, you will pay" "You've always been a huge piece of shit, if I could kill you, I would" "Karma is gonna come collect your debt")

Death no more-IC3PEAK: Vibes

Gasoline-I Prevail: Sort of similar to Riot, ("So burn it all down, burn it all down, I don't give a fuck")

Toxic-Britney Spears: The whole fandom knows how much of a piece of shit this dude can be, but we still find ourselves liking/enjoying his character (to an extent), a toxic addiction

Nice Guy-GRLwood: As much as I love this man, he'd use the "I'm a nice guy c'mon" card just to fuck. If he wants to, he'll get it, if he doesn't, he'll most likely get mad

Dernière danse-Indila: Vibes

TRRST-IC3PEAK: Mostly vibes, I kinda see this song as how he felt the first time he killed someone on purpose inside the borderlands ("mama they say I'm a terrorist, I did nothing wrong but I got on the blacklist")

Saint Bernard-Lincoln: Vibes

Nowhere To Run-Stegosaurus Rex: Being with him at the Beach would either be ignoring each other completely or a game of tag, no inbetween. If this man wants to kill you, he'll get his fun time out of it as well ("You're gonna die, I'm gonna kill you")

The House of Wolves-Bring Me The Horizon: Based on how he sees life after being consumed by his current mental state ("Show me a sign, show me a reason to give a solitary fuck about your god damn beliefs" "What you call faith, I call a sorry excuse")

Smells Blood-Kensuke Ushio: Vibes

SIU-Maretu: Similar to Daddy Issues, don't expect this man to be a therapist. If he sees anyone crying or panicking in or outside a game, he'd most likely tell them to suck it up, just like this song.

Judgement-Kensuke Ushio: Vibes

MONSTER ENERGY GUN!-KevinKempt: Vibes + He for sure has an energy drink addiction, specially pre-borderlands

HURT-1 800 PAIN: Vibes

Fear Is The Mind Killer-Zheani: Vibes

I Bet on Losing Dogs: Based on how I know Niragi is toxic, and most likely unsaveable of his deteriorating mental state, but I still have him as my biggest comfort character ("I bet on losing dogs, I know they're losing and I'll pay for my place")

Emo Boy-Ayesha Erotica: He's been in an emo phase (and maybe still is), the lyrics are pretty self explanatory, they describe us Niragi simps perfecrly ("come on fuck me emo boy")

Crybaby-Destroy Boys: Vibes

The Fox's Wedding-MASA Works DESIGEN: Vibes

You're a useless child-Kikuo: We don't know much about his past, but judging by the unstoppable bullying he's suffered, his parents didn't care about him, or were straight up absent. He's been insulted by pretty much everyone in his past to the point of believing it and telling those things to himself ("You're a useless child, the most useless child in this world" "Drool in snot, dandruff, shit and piss" "I'm a useless child" "Nobody will save me" "I'm a lonely kid")

Take A Slice-Glass Animals: Vibes

Fighting With The Melody-Jimmy Urine: Vibes

Comics-Caravan Palace: Vibes

Rhinestone Eyes-Gorillaz: Vibes

Butch 4 Butch-Rio Romero: Mostly vibes, sort of how I think the most "peacefull" moments in a relationship with him would feel like, kind of bittersweet feeling

Suki Suki Daisuki-Jun Togawa: Yandere Niragi. If he's interested in someone, he'd go through an obsessive phase, most likely forcing the other person to "love" him. This man is so confused about the feeling of love that he's unable to tell when he loves someone or when he's obsessed with them due to his lack of attention ("Like you, like you, I love you. Say you love me or I'll kill you")

:(-The Garden: Vibes

Kitty City-Cyriak Harris: Vibes

Blood-My Chemical Romance: If Niragi went to a therapist, he'd act like this song, with his signature cocky and sarcastic personality (at least before he gets better) ("I can't control myself because I don't know how" "They can fix me proper with a bit of luck" "I'm the kind of human wreckage that you love")

A Mask of My Own Face-Lemon Demon: He feels like he needs to protect himself or else he will get hurt inside the borderlands by others again. He uses another personality, a completely ruthless one, even if he doesn't like it and hates himself for it, he doesn't see another way to deal with his fear, allowing his "new self" to consume himself. ("I'd wear that mask of my own face" "I look into my eyeholes and what do I see? A handsome motherfucker motherfucking looking back at me")

I'm a Murderer-Freddie Dredd: Mostly vibes ("I'm a motherfucking murderer")

'Cause I'm a Liar-Mcki Robyns-P: He would lie just for fun even in serious situations. If he needs to manipulate someone to survive, he'll do it his way, after all, he doesn't care anymore, he just seeks for excitement. ("Without emotion, without devotion. It's much easier to fake something happy")

I Disagree-Poppy: I don't know exactly how to describe it, but I feel like this is how he sees and feels the world and those around him, feeling misunderstood and going his own way ("If only all of you could see the world I see, then maybe everyone could live in harmony")

Personal Jesus-Mindless Self Indulgence: He has a superiority complex, that's for sure. I don't think he sees himself as a god, but I see him joking about it

Rainbow Factory-GLAZE, WoodenToaster: Vibes

Frontier Psychiatrist-The Avalanches: I kinda see this as Aguni taking the role of Niragi's "father figure" inside the borderlands, realizing he's turning insane and is unable to control him ("That boy needs therapy")

Hate it. Hate it. "JIGAHIDAI!"-WADATAKEAKI Kurage P: Jealousy. I can see it either in a pre-borderland situation where he hates the popular students in school, or inside the borderlands hating both Chishiya and Arisu. Jealousy takes over him constructing a big ego, causing himself to develop his superiority complex ("You see, I hate that popular girl!" "Does she think I don't notice? How she looks at me as if I'm trash" "I want to be praised" "I'm different from you all, I have my own ego! I'm not a side character" "I have zero common sense. I'm special")

Villain-Stella Jang: He knows damn well he's a villain, that's his goal after all, but what if someone took his point of view? wouldn't the villains be all of those who hurted him in the first place? ("We all pretend to be the heroes on the good side, but what if we are the villains on the other")

Violent-carolesdaughter: This is how I view an argument inside a relationship with Niragi. He's used to violence, to cause fear, and getting what he wants, so being in a healthy relationship would require a lot of patience and strenght. While he's getting better and suppressing those violent actions, there will be times where he accidentally uses violence or threatens the other person unintentionally, mostly hurting himself and his partner psychologically. The lyrics change between both points of view ("Don't make me get violent, I want my ring back baby that's a diamond" "She knows I'm a wreck" "I gave you all my trust and I told you just don't break it")

Hey Bunny-Baby Bugs: Based on how I think it would feel to partner up with him inside the borderlands and catching feelings for him while knowing the huge mess he is ("Hey bunny, what's with those evil eyes?" "Hey bunny, what the hell is wrong with us?" "Hey bunny, what if I loose you too? If I become the monster, together we can always be blue")

Kokoronashi-majiko: I'm pretty sure Niragi isn't able to see himself as someone able to love, even if he doesn't want to be alone (just like when he confesses this feeling while fighting with Chishiya and Arisu). If someone truly loved him and was willing to not letting him go, it would hurt. He can't see himself as someone who can love or be loved, so he can't accept the love he's seeking for in case that turns him "weaker" making his true self confront with the protective mean personality he's created. He could learn how to accept it, so he might want the other person to stay in the end, but it wouldn't be easy for him to accept it ("It's awful, I'd rather you destroy my body, tear it to sheds, do as you please" "No matter how much I'm loved by you, my heart is just one" "I don't know this, don't leave me alone")

Nightmare Parade-FAKE TYPE.: Vibes

Slipping Through My Fingers-Meryl Streep, Amanda Seyfried: Niragi seeing himself loosing his young, gentle and caring personality due to his fear, being unable to control what's happening inside, nostalgia and sadness kicking in ("The feeling that I'm loosing her forever" "That funny little girl" "Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture and save it from the funny tricks of time")

Kuroneko No Tango-Pink Martini, The Von Trapps: Vibes

YKWIM?-Yot Club: Him confroting his feelings of loneliness when he's left alone with his thoughts ("It feels like I care too much when I'm alone, oh no")

Romantic Lover-Eyedress: Just appreciating his physical appearance ("She's a killer, I love her features")

Wrecking Ball-Mother Mother: Based on how he sees himself as someone who needs to destroy everything in a way or another in order to be powerful + the fun he has with it ("Call me a reckless wrecking ball" "Let's break it just because we can")

Edge-Rezz: Vibes

Freaks-Surf Curse: Again, confronting feelings when loving someone, but not in such a painful as Kokoronashi ("I need a place to stay where I can cover up my face" "Don't cry, I'm just a freak")

Little Bit-Lykke Li: Vibes

6up 5oh Cop-Out (Pro/Con)-Will Wood and the Tapeworms: Vibes

PHONKY TOWN-PlayaPhonk: Vibes

I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE-Måneskin: Freaky time. He would absolutely love this song, definitely his type of thing ("You could be the beauty and I could be the monster" "I wanna touch your body so fucking electric" "I wanna make you hungry, then I wanna feed you")

#BrooklynBloodPop!-SyKo: Vibes

A Cold Freezin' Night-The Books: Vibes

A Pearl-Mitski: My most favorite song to associate with Niragi. Represents his evolution as a character. Creating an scenario where he is loved by someone,he rejects it at first, acting tough ("I don't want your touch") and then proceeds to explain why ("It's just that I fell in love with a war, nobody told me it ended" "it left a pearl in my hand and I roll it around every night just to watch it glow") the war being the borderlands and his new personality, he loved it, but nobody drew a line and it's getting out of hand. The pearl is the feeling of power, the one he has to remember when feeling weak just to feel something. At the end of the song it changes to ("Sorry I can't take your touch"), realizing that he wants love, but he's not able to take it or else he'll become the Niragi from the past

Problematic-Bo Burnham: Him acknowledging his problematic actions but not wanting to apologize because he doesn't feel the need to. He knows he's done bad things but he is going to laugh at it and be a sarcastic mf about it

First Love/Late Spring-Mitski: Similar to Kokoronashi, he wouldn't be able to accept love and how it makes him feel. He would think that he prefers for everyone to hate him and be lonely instead of sacrificing his tougher side. Also talks about how he's grown way too quickly for him to understand feelings properly ("So please hurry leave me, I can't breathe, please don't say you love me" "One word from you and I would jump out of this ledge I'm on baby" "I was so young when I behaved 25, yet now I find I've grown into a tough child"

The Other Side Of Paradise-Glass Animals: Vibes

Bodybag-Chloe Moriondo: How I feel about liking his character, confronting feelings basically ("Don't know if I hate you or if I wanna date you" "I don't wanna like you, I just wanna tie you up, then keep you in a cage and watch you sleep for ages"

Get Into It (Yuh)-Doja Cat: Vibes

Psycho Killer-2005 Remaster- Talking Heads: Vibes

HOT DEMON B!TCHES NEAR U!!!-CORPSE, Night Lovell: Vibes

INFERNO-Sub Urban, Bella Poarch: Again, another song that describes him pretty well ("Baby I'm the reason why hell's so hot" "Terribly like terrible, she's a villain" "Think I'm getting butterflies but it's really something telling me to run away")

Bad Morning-Omori: Vibes

Trouble Brewing: Vibes

Dueles Tan Bien-Bruses: Another song about my confronting feelings with this man ("You know what? You taste better than alcohol to me. You know that and you've got control" "Because you hurt, and you hurt so good that I don't know what to do")

And that's it!! This took me the whole day to write but it makes me very happy to be able to share it :)

I've you've read the entire thing, hope you enjoyed the character analysis! ლ(◞‿◟ლ)

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[desertofsnowflakes]

Incorrect Order Chapter 6 (Nessian AU)

A/N: I'm sooo sorry I haven't been updated in more than two weeks. I had exams :/ Also, do inform me if you wanna be added/removed from the taglist! If you happen to find my storyline similar to another fic or one of yours, I'm extremely sorry, I might've just not known. All characters belong to the author Sarah J. Mass. Enjoy!

Summary: Don't first impressions always affect the way you see someone? Well, what more with the Nesta Archeron? Nesta meets Cassian at few unexpected places and to say it didn't go well was a major understatement. Certain circumstances make them become enemies to tolerable company to friends to lovers.

Trigger Warnings: Language

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The smile Cassian plastered on his face didn’t reach his eyes. His brothers saw that. Feyre and Elain saw that. Mor and Amren knew that. He himself did. But they didn’t say anything. If it weren’t Feyre’s anniversary, he would’ve even gone home. He couldn’t though. He wouldn’t do anything that would hurt his family. So he stayed. Smiled. Joked. Laughed. Did everything he could to keep his mind from straying to a grey-eyed masterpiece.

Az and Rhys saw, he knew. They always seemed to realise everything about each other. Even if one of them had a minor headache, the other two would know. Tonight, however, none of them pushed him. They probably thought he wanted to be alone. But did he? Truly?

He wasn’t sure. He didn’t want to be alone. That would make memories of their lunch rise. Of her shirt splattered with coffee on one day and blood on another. Of her pale form laying on his bed. Of her, enjoying his food. Of their shared jokes. He didn’t think he could take that.

He wasn’t sure he wanted to be around people either. He didn’t know if he could stay around people who laughed and teased. He didn’t know if he could laugh with them and actually mean it. He didn’t know if he could anytime soon.

Cass glanced at the clock. 3.00 a.m. He smiled. Whenever they gathered around in the living room, retiring early was totally off the table. The earliest they dispersed was four in the morning.

To his right, Rhys sighed. “It’s late,” he said, tucking Feyre close to his side. “Gotta go to bed.”

He smirked, but held back the joke on the tip of his tongue. After a chorus of goodnights, Rhys and Feyre told them they could stay here tonight if they wanted to and rose to go upstairs. Feyre laughed at something Rhys said and Cass felt a pang of sadness hit him.

Sadness… and something else. He knew he shouldn’t, but he envied the both of them. How easily they bantered and teased. How smooth their relationship was. He remembered how Feyre locked herself in the cabin after Rhys proposed. He remembered how she asked Mor not to let anyone in, especially Rhys. He sighed. He felt an amount of the jealousy dissipate. Probably Nesta would get together with him after their slight misunderstanding passed. If it did.

He got up to leave when Az stopped him. “You sure you’re going back?” Cass didn’t remember telling Az that he was going back. Then again he didn't need to. Az always saw everything. “You're not that… somber.”

Ah. Cass smiled. “I'll be fine, ” he reassured. Az still didn't let him go. “I'll send you a text once I'm home,” he tried. Az sighed.

“I'll be waiting for it.”

Cass looked at Mor, drunk and blabbering before stepping out of the house. He kept replaying that memory till he reached home, keeping his mind occupied. He was scared of what would happen if he kept his thoughts idle.

He informed Az that he reached home. He didn't know why going back home felt like preparing for a battle. It probably was a battle. Between her and his self-restraint. What was at stake here was his sanity. Cass sighed. He stepped in through the threshold and welcomed the darkness that enveloped him.

***

Stop crying like a baby, Nesta repeatedly reminded herself. Why should she cry? Nothing here was her fault. Nothing.

Not the fact that she let his charmed smiles bring her guards down. Not the fact that she felt alive when he said something stupidly funny. Certainly not the fact that she was slowly falling for him.

None of it was her fault. So why should she cry? Why should she stop herself from attending her own sister's anniversary? When it was all his fault.

She shouldn't be crying. She should be thinking about ways of exploiting his weaknesses. She should think about how she would portray him as the weak one. She should think about how she was going to make him regret everything.

But how could she make him regret it when she never regretted a second of it? She hated that this was where her thoughts went first. To scheming and plotting. She thought she changed. Did she regret her wish to be good? No. She reveled in it. No, she vowed herself, I would not scheme to make him beg. I'm not that Nesta anymore. I'll never be.

She was proud of herself. She never realised her self restraint was this good.

But apparently not good enough. Her thoughts drifted back to him. No, not him. Cassian. Cauldron, it'll take some time to get used to calling him Cassian. Or maybe Cass. Feyre and Rhysand called him that. Probably she would too. She thought about what he called her. Nes. She flushed. That stupid name did stupid things to her. She pretended she didn't like it. In fact, she loved it. Somehow, she wasn't ready to tell him that yet.

***

Nesta blinked open her eyes against the morning light. Her eyes were closed? It was morning already? Huh.

It took her some time for her eyes to adjust. She screamed at what she saw. Nesta scrambled back from the looming figure of Tomas, leering at her face.

“Nesta, Nesta, ” he said in his eerie voice. It became scarier with his sing-song tone. “My Nesta.” He paused. “Though I suppose you aren't mine anymore. You were still mine last time, you know. When you handed me over to the police. ”

She bared her teeth, opened her mouth to say something when his hand closed around her throat.

“But now, I suppose I can't call you mine anymore, can I? That reminds me. Where is your bodyguard? Or is that brute your boyfriend?” He spat the last word. His hand tightened around her neck.

“Do you know what he did to me? Your bastard. Did you know how he threatened me? Did you know that he smashed my bones, that it took me this long to heal?”

Some sort of savage satisfaction filled her. The fact that Cassian did all this… she smirked. It didn't go unnoticed by Tomas. He growled, the sound sending icy fingers ghosting down her spine. She hoped she didn't have to hear it again.

His hand around her throat pushed her farther back on the bed. He drew back, she let loose a relieved breath. A mistake.

His hand cracked on her cheek. He came infinitely closer to her, his hot, rancid breath glancing off her cheeks. His hand kept tightening around her throat and she wondered how she wasn’t dead yet. It was certainly bruised now.

“Look at you. So vulnerable. So killable. I’ve imagined how I would slit your throat. So many ideas. If only I could kill you in all the ways I imagined. But do you know what is the best way I could kill you?”

Nesta let him talk. He loved to hear himself talk. She subtly looked around her room, searching for anything she could use as a weapon. She looked back at Tomas. He wasn’t talking. Did he ask her a question?

“Tell me, Nesta. Do you know what is the best way to kill you?” Nesta shook her head, his hand pressed around her throat. Tomas smiled. She cringed mentally.

“I think the best way to kill you and make it hurt is to kill you slowly. You know what makes it better? Having that bastard watch you die. Let him watch the life seep out of you. And then I’ll kill him too.” he said and she felt the room closing in. Panic was slowly rising in her.

“Now, now,” he said. She supposed he meant to be cajoling but the effect his voice gave was the exact opposite. “There’s no need to panic. I told you I’ll kill you only when your bodyguard is there.”

He pulled out a knife. She gasped and pain erupted around her throat. Her lungs were burning.

“But darling,” he said. She whimpered. She hated this. She hated that she was vulnerable here. She hated that she couldn’t do anything when her death was slowly nearing. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t hurt you.”

Then his knife struck. Nothing hurt at first. Then, fiery pain whipped through her, beginning at her arm. She screamed. Pain. There was so much pain. She screamed so loud she pondered how the whole neighborhood didn’t hear anything.

***

Nesta gasped. Her eyes darted through her room. Nothing. No one. She looked at her arm. No pain. No scars. No blood. She touched her throat. It wasn’t sore. It wasn’t swollen. She got out of bed and looked at her mirror. No bruises. She let out a frustrated sound. It was a dream. A fucking dream. Or she supposed it was a nightmare. Still. It wasn’t real.

It was still five in the morning. Still quite early. She released a breath. She wouldn’t find a cab now but she could walk. It wasn’t that far. She fixed her hair and changed her clothes. She wasn’t going because she missed him. She just didn’t want to be vulnerable again. That’s all. She just wanted to know how to defend herself. Nothing else. So Nesta went to Cassian’s house, hoping that she’s making the right choice.

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listen to my heartbeat, JJ Maybank

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a.n: i posted this a few months ago but it got deleted when i deactivated my old account, and it was a request, if you think it's familiar that's probably why :) english is not my first language so i apologize in advance for any mistake.

words count: 1,6k

warnings: swearing, lots of angst, death of a close family member.

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You knew she shouldn't go to that trip, you told her not to but she didn't listen to you, as always.

After losing your dad a few years ago she was everything you had left.

You just couldn't believe it, your uncle told you on the phone call that your mum died in her sleep, sudden death, but it was senseless she was the most healthy person you've ever knew, she had a super strict diet and every morning ran around the neighborhood as a exercise form.

They say god takes from us the best people sooner, and you were starting to think they were right. At least she felt no pain.

I lifted my head to watch the wall clock, in any minute from now everyone would arrive at John B's as always, you were not going, not like that, not after what happened.

Your house was flooded with your hard crying as picture frames flew all over the room, making it a glass broken disaster, everything you saw ended slammed onto either a wall or the floor.

You kept on punching the kitchen table and all on it fell, the mug from where you drank your coffee earlier that day shattered on the floor, the sound of it making you more anxious; your anger filled every inch of your body at the same time you let your madness leave it by kicking and hitting things. You decided you had enough of that when you saw the blood from your knuckles slide over your hands.

You let you body fall in a corner, knees up to your chest and hands pulling your hair, screaming the word 'fuck' again and again.

"Y/N? are you here baby?" JJ's voice echoed through the now silent spaces of your home as you tried to stop sobbing so he'll think no one was there, "i know you're here, your bike is right beside me and you would never walk on your own right now" you hadn't notice how dark it was outside, you had spent the whole day crying in that little corner.

you didn't answer to him, hoping he would go away eventually.

"i'm coming in k love?" you hid your face with your blood covered hands trying to avoid his glare. It was not the first time he had seen you cry, but it was never this way, you were the one who comforted him and that led you to cry too 'cause you couldn't stand seeing your boyfriend so broken.

"he- what the fuck Y/N?" he ran towards you and tried to make you look at him "your hands are covered in blood love, what happened?" still no answer from you, "come on baby look at me" he begged you but you just moved your head side to side indicating a no.

"go away JJ i can handle this on my own" you mouthed between multiple sobs.

"i'm not sure about that baby" he started petting your head. "god, why do you always think you have to do everything on your own?" JJ whispered but you heard him.

"'cause i have to, i'm supposed to" you answered, still not looking at your golden boy.

"no you don't" he softly said while hugging you close to his chest, "why don't you tell me what happened so we can figure this out together?" you kept denying with your head.

It felt as if the room was becoming smaller with every second and breath you took.

"baby i need you to look at me and explain what's happening" your lovely boyfriend tried to convince you to talk to him.

"no, i can't" tears soaking JJ's t-shirt.

"why Y/N? now you're worrying me even more than when you didn't go to John B's" he kissed your head.

"'cause if i do it means it's real, if i say it out loud it becomes real" you grabbed your arms around the blonde boy's back harder.

"take deep breaths come on" he broke your hug and hold you by your shoulders as he searched for your eyes, you did as he told you and started paying attention on your breathing, "you're doing amazing, go on" JJ cheered on you, "you've always been strong for me, let me return the favor".

"shes is dead" you said finally looking to his beautiful blue eyes, "my mom is dead" tears fell down your cheeks again and JJ's eyes filled with them two.

He was shocked with what you were saying, he hugged you again, pressing your head over his chest, right were his heart was, JJ didn't want to say anything, he couldn't say nothing due to the fear of making everything even worse. Your boyfriend couldn't get it either, your mum was the kindest woman after you and also really young.

"my uncle said it was sudden, while she was sleeping" he rubbed your back, "no pain", the sobs, not only from you but also JJ now, were louder with every word you said "i told her JJ, i fucking told her not to go" you screamed, "i knew it, i had a bad feeling about it but she didn't listen to me, she never did" you pulled out of JJ's arms .

"it's my fault, it has to be" you punched the floor again and again, the golden boy didn't know what to do, and he hated himself for that; you were always there for him and now that you're the one who's drowning he doesn't know how to take you back to the surface, "WHY HER?! WHY HER AND NOT ME YOU ASSHOLE!" you screamed at the ceiling as if it was the sky and god could actually hear you.

"no, no baby don't say that" JJ grabbed you face with both his hands making you focus on his features, you threw yourself back to his arms and he gentle received you again, "i love you Y/N, don't say that ever again".

"i could have stopped her baby" you cried on his chest.

"sshh, just listen to my heartbeat, ok?" for the second time since he had arrived you did what he told you to and focused on his heartbeat and remembered all those times when you were the one holding him the way he was doing now, all the times he had listened to you heart and how that was the only thing that calmed him down. And you were now finding out that, the only thing that could pacify you was JJ's heartbeat as well.

"you better now?" he asked while looking down at you, your eyes were closed, he rubbed his thumb on your on your rosy and swollen face from all the crying you did, he smiled when you nodded, "that's my girl" he placed a lock of your hair behind your left ear and kissed your head multiple times.

"come on, take a deep breath, it's gonna be alright, we will get through this together as we always do" you nodded again, "it's not going to be easy but i'll be with you in every step of the way, yeah?"

"yeah" you simply and fast answered.

"i'm gonna help you shower, we will have some food and go to sleep" JJ looked up to the ceiling, his chin on your head, and held you tighter, "tomorrow morning we are going to clean up everything, and go to my house so i can pick up some clothes and stuff" he looked back at you, "i'm staying here as long as you want me to".

"that sounds nice" you said and glanced at your amazingly beautiful, caring and favorite person.

"it does right!?" JJ smiled at you, excited at how well you had relaxed that were finally able to talk without sobbing for the first time since he had arrived.

You both followed JJ's plan.

He took you to the bathroom firefighter style, not letting go any second, then helped you get undressed.

He was making sure the water was extra hot because he knew you liked it that way and you just stared at him the whole time. JJ washed your hair, being extremely careful trying not to hurt you, after that he cleaned your body.

You got dressed with some sweatpants, a white t-shirt and JJ's hoodie,

He made you sit on your bed and started doing your night skin care on your face, following every step you told him was next. When he was done he kissed the tip of your nose and gave you a peck on your lips just to after heat some noodles you both ate while laying down in bed and watching a very interesting show from Animal Planet, a channel JJ and you loved a lot.

Your boyfriend really helped you keeping your mind off of what had happened for like two hours, but, as you were laying with his hands on your waist, making you the little spoon; the bad feelings came back. He was the most important thing in your life right now and you were afraid of something bad happening to him, a tear fell from your eyes and down your cheeks at the thought of it.

"JJ?" you called him, almost whispering just in case he was already asleep.

"mhm" he mouthed and shifted his head as you turned to face him, his hands never leaving your body.

"can you promise me something?" he placed his free hand on your face; sensing the wet spot on your cheeks and just nodded, "please never leave me" he looked deeply into your eyes while rubbing his thumb on your waist and hugged you being scared of you crying again.

"it's ok, i'm here, i'll always be here"

Finally, after a very tiring day you managed to fall asleep on the arms of JJ, the great big love of your life.

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[ugly-crying-over-bucky-barnes]

Hello there, I don't know if your taking requests, if so I'm in desperate need of some mean Alfie, like the readers brother can't pay Alfie back what he owes so Alfie threatens him. So she storms into Alfie's house to give him a piece of her mind. And he is fuming first and basically tells her to get lost. But has a change of heart last minute and calls her back to make a deal. Maybe that she will go on a date with him😀 id love if you could include the date in the story but if not that's fine to. I think your a fantastic writer and I just wanted to let you know how much I love your work.

//Oh my lord I did NOT mean to get this carried away.

            Jane’s younger brother was a nuisance. At least, that’s what the neighbors said. Jane would call him…troubled. He found himself in a group of unsavory young men who liked to cause trouble in the neighborhood.

            Jane prayed that it was just a phase that he would grow out of. However, he was twenty, and she figured he ought to know better by then. She didn’t blame him for being so rebellious. Their parents had both died from the Spanish Flu. They left behind five children. Alex was the youngest, twelve at the time of their death, Lucille was sixteen, Bernard was twenty, Jane was twenty-two, and Isabella was twenty-four. They all tried their best to be a complete family after the tragedy, but it was so difficult. Especially when Isabella married just six months after, Lucille married two years after, and Bernard left for America four years after.

            From then on, it was just Jane and Alex. She loved her younger brother dearly, but he was such a handful. His behavior escalated from getting in schoolyard fights to committing petty crimes. It was exhausting trying to keep up with him.

            Finally, he made the ultimate mistake and came home with a black eye as a prize.

            “What happened?” Jane gasped when she saw the state of her brother. He was hunched over, clutching his side, his face was swollen and bloodied.

            “M’sorry.” He mumbled.

            “Alex, tell me what happened. Who did this to you?” She demanded.

            “Alfie Solomons, his men did it.” He winced in pain as he tried to sit down on the sofa. “I owe them some money. I can’t pay it though.”

            Jane spent all her time working to provide for herself and her brother. She had no time to gossip or listen to people whisper about the famed gangster of Camden Town. So, she had little clue what sort of power the name held. “This is ending here and now.” She decided firmly. “I will settle this bet with Mr. Solomons if you go out and get a proper job and stay out of all this-this nonsense!” She snapped, finished with Alex’s behavior.

            It seemed that the interaction with the Camden bakers had scared the young man well enough that he was willing to put that way of life behind and start on the straight and narrow. He nodded frantically. “But you can’t go to see him.” He warned. “Give the money to Richard, he’ll get the money to him.”

            Jane wrinkled her nose in disgust at the mention of Alex’s friend. She had a sneaking suspicion that he was the one who lured Alex into a life of crime. “No, I’ll do it myself. I don’t trust him.” She decided with conviction. She began to go upstairs to get her savings that were hidden under the floorboard.

            “No, Jane, listen to me!” Her brother urged. “Alfie Solomons is a fucking psychopath. He kills people for sport. I ain’t gonna let you go near him.”

            “If he’s willing to kill someone over a couple of pounds, then that’s his problem. I’m not afraid of someone who will bully a twenty-year-old. Now go and put a cloth on your face to put down the swelling.” She ordered.            

            Alex looked worried but knew he wasn’t able to talk his sister out of anything. He could only hope that she would find Alfie on a good day.

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            Jane marched into Camden Town with fire in her eyes. She had two pounds in her pocket, almost two months of work for her, but her family came first. Alex could work back the debt he owed to her later. She would much rather this be a learning experience for him, something to shake him awake and put him on the right path finally.

            She found the address where Alfie Solomons’ office supposedly was. There, a young man was keeping guard in front of double doors.

            As she approached, he straightened up. “Can I help you?”

            “I’m here to see Mr. Solomons.” She replied.

            “Do you have an appointment?”

            “An appointment? What is he, the bloody king? No, I’m here to pay back my brother’s debt.”

            “Hang on, stay here.” He went into the large building and left Jane waiting. As she waited, she felt people watching her. People passing by seemed to take notice of anyone unfamiliar to the area, especially someone who was lingering around the bakery of Alfie Solomons.

            A few minutes later, the doors opened again and the man beckoned her inside. “You armed?”

            “Armed? No, of course not.”

            “Do you mind if I check?”

            “Yes, I mind, keep your hands to yourself!” She snapped.

            “Yeah, see now I know where your brother has got that attitude from.” A voice boomed across the hallway leading into the bakery.

            Jane looked to see the man himself. Broad-shouldered and walking like a soldier, he came into view in the dimly lit area.

            “Pardon?” She wasn’t used to such a brash greeting.

            “You’re Alex’s sister, ain’t ya? Look a lot alike, you two. Act similarly too. Figures as much. Boy who can’t keep his mouth shut looking up to a woman who can’t keep her mouth shut.” He stopped in front of her.

            At first glance, Jane didn’t see what all the fuss was. He looked and dressed pretty simply, nothing outstanding. But then she started to pick up on the small details that made him who he was. The gold rings, the bracelets, the tattoos, the scars.

            “Here.” She pulled the money out to give to him. She wasn’t going to waste her time on this man.

            He tutted as he took the money from her. Looking at the amount as if she were merely throwing a few coins his way. “Oh, dear, this ain’t enough, love.” He shook his head as if disappointed.

            “That’s what my brother gave you. That’s what he owes you.” She insisted.

            “Something called interest, sweetheart. S’been over two months since I loaned your brother the money. So, his debt has been racking up interest, m’fraid. Nearly double this by now.”

            Jane’s blood boiled at his audacity. “How dare you?” She hissed. “Who are you to act like some big shot who owns the world, aye?”

            “It’s just business, love. If you don’t like it then I’m not sure why you’re even here. This is your brother’s debt, not yours. Shows what sort of man he is, having a woman settle his debts.”

            She was seething at his cool demeanor. “Because I look after my family. We care for each other even when one of our own has made a mistake. It’s a shame you don’t know that Mr. Solomons. That just means you have no love in your life. That’s quite sad actually.”

            His relaxed façade began to melt right in front of her eyes. “Aye? Who the fuck do you think you are that you can come into me business and speak to me like that?” He stepped towards her, his hand gripping a slender wooden cane.

            “You had my brother beaten because of a couple of pounds. It doesn’t look like you even need that money. You seem to be doing fine on your own. Or is that how you make your fortune? By threatening people’s lives so they’ll give you money?”        

            Alfie’s eyes narrowed. “That’s the way the world works. If you don’t like it, you can jog on. Let your brother handle it.”

            “My brother will have no more dealings with you, Mr. Solomons. You can either take the money that I’ve given you or take nothing at all. My family isn’t giving you another cent.”

            Alfie chuckled darkly. “So, you make the rules then, is that right? That’s funny that is. Little girl coming into my bakery to tell me what to do. That’s brave of you, innit?”

            “I don’t hide behind other people. I’m not a coward like you.” She spat. “I don’t care who you are or what you’ve done. You’re going to leave me and my brother alone.” She went to turn around but Alfie’s voice chased her.

            “And would you care if I had your brother shot in the street?”

            Jane spun around with anger radiating off her. “You are a monster.” Her voice raised louder. “If you ever even want to think about hurting my brother, you’ll have to go through me first.” She snarled before finally taking her leave.

            Alfie frowned to himself. What was this feeling? Sympathy? Empathy? Amusement? Here was this beautiful woman who came storming into his life, ready to fight for her brother. She wasn’t afraid of him in the slightest and was true to her values. “Hold it.” He yelled after her.

            She stopped and turned with her arms crossed over her chest. She didn’t say anything, just waited for him to speak.

            “Here.” He walked over to her and handed the money back. “What’s your name?”

            “Jane.” She replied, eyeing the money suspiciously.

            “Well, Jane, you must know that you’re much braver than most men I’ve met. Other people in your position would be shaking in their boots. None of them would talk to me the way that you just did.” He said with a gentler tone.

            She was a bit unnerved by the sudden change in his demeanor. There was no telling what his motive was. “That sounds like a compliment.”

            “It is.”

            “So, because I stood up to you, you’re going to give me back the money?” She raised an eyebrow.

            “Call it an appreciation of your courage.”

            Jane glanced over her shoulder at the door then back to him. “What are you playing at?” She questioned.

            “No game, love. But, figure you see the same type day in and day out, yeah? Men, well can’t really call them men, boys really, who come in and out of your office, whinging on about this and that. Shaking in their boots ‘cause they’re so fucking terrified of mean ‘ol Alfie Solomons.” He pointed to the door. “Then, in comes a woman who is ready to take up arms for her brother against someone like me. Refusing to compromise. Well, something you wish you could see a bit more, innit?”

            Jane felt herself relaxing a bit. Behind the scary façade of a gangster was really an oddly charming man. “Well, I’m sorry to say but there isn’t anyone like me.”

            That got a laugh out of Alfie. “Fucking hell, you really are something else. You’re right though, ‘bout a one in a million I’d guess.”

            She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “Okay, well…if you ever see my brother again, tell him to trot on. I don’t want him to go down the same path as…”

            “As me?” He raised an eyebrow.

            “I don’t mean to be rude.” Jane blinked. Why wasn’t she berating this man who had threatened her brother? Why was she staring back at him? Why was the way he was looking at her so endearing?

            “And what am I meant to do if I run into you again?” He inquired as if it was just a casual question.

            “Well…should we run into each other again, I should hope it’s because you’re trying to mend things. A gesture of condolence for your behavior.” She replied steadily although her heart was beating unnaturally fast in her chest.

            The corner of Alfie’s lip turned up. “Well, that’s very good to know. This condolence, would dinner be good ‘nough?”

            Oh, what a hypocrite she was. Admonishing her brother for dealing with lowlifes and now here she was entertaining the idea of going out with one of the most dangerous of them all. But there was something about him that was so alluring. “Perhaps. If you’re on your best behavior.”

            “Well, I happen to think I clean up nicely. I can mingle with the toffs just as well as anyone. ‘Specially if it means making a beautiful woman happy.”

            Jane felt her face go red. Things had taken such a drastic turn, she wondered if she was imagining it all. “Then I suppose it’ll be alright if you take me out.” She gave him a number to call.

            But before she took her leave, she asked one more question. “Is it your charm that gets you out of trouble?”

            He chuckled and shook his head. “Love, I am trouble.”

#ugly crying asks

[gamegrumpiess]

Don't Forget About Me PART ONE?

Its been a fucken minute. I've been working a lot really. Trying to get my place together since I moved and what not. I have free time again! So here you go. Also! If you want me to continue this, let me know!

Dan x Reader

Warnings? Might be a bit sad, but nothing worth crying over.

You can request some shit!

(y/m/n) - your mom's name

(y/l/n) - your last name

(h/t)- home town

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~1992~

Young Danny's POV

"Dan! Dinners ready!" My mom yells from downstairs. "I'll be right there!" I pause my game and make my way down. It's been freezing in my room lately, New Jersey winter really taking a toll on our house. The heater isn't installed yet, though I wish it was. I only have so many blankets.

"Dana, Leigh, there's new neighbors across the street. They've been here for about a week, I met the woman and her fiance last night, but her kids weren't home. I think it'd be a good idea to welcome them all. After dinner we'll all go down together. Is that a good idea?" My mom and dad have always been really nice like that. I feel wave of anxiety rush over me, it's not that I don't want to meet them, I just feel weird going to their house just to introduce ourselves. Dana nods her head and goes back to eating her soup, so content with her life. I'm not looking forward to this...

After we all finish eating, my mother tells us to get ready and look decent for the neighbors. What would 'decent' be? A regular shirt with jeans? I'll be in my jacket so I guess it really doesn't matter. After I get myself together, I walk downstairs to see Mom and Dad waiting for me and Dana. "Alright, let's go guys!" Dana comes out of her room dressed and ready as well. "I'm ready!" She yells with her childish voice. At least she's excited, because I'm not.

*ding ding dong ding*

A woman opens the door with a smile. "Oh, hello Debbie! What brings you here?" My mom smiles back at the woman, "I thought we could all come welcome you to the neighborhood!" The woman looks shocked a bit before she opens the door wide and invited us all in. "So this is my husband, call him Avi, my daughter Dana, and my son Leigh. He likes to be called Daniel, though." The woman smiles and shakes my dad's hand and mine. Dana has gotten a little bit shy, so the woman kneels down to her height. "Hi Dana, I'm (y/m/n). I work with kids your age all the time! You know, we have a pet turtle, his name is Cheesy. Would you like to meet him?" Dana's eyes light up at what (y/m/n) said. She nods her head frantically as the woman points to a glass talk with rocks and a little bit of water. "He's right there. Go ahead and talk to him!" As Dana runs to look at, what I assume is Cheesy, the woman turns back to us. "My fiance is at work right now. But my daughter and son are here. Y/N!" (Y/m/n) yells upstairs. "I'm coming!!" A little voice yells back. A girl came downstairs into view. She looks my age, but I haven't seen her at school, is she new? "This is my daughter, y/n. My younger son, Jacob is taking a nap in his room. Shes been working on her room all day." My mom smiles at y/n, "hey y/n! How old are you? Do you go to school here yet?" Y/n looks down, clearly a little shy. "I'm 12 years old... I don't go to school yet here, I'm new, I kind of don't want to." She states truthfully. She's only a year younger than me, but she seems very mature for a 12 year old. Then again, I'm kind of mature for a 13 year old.

As time goes on, y/n and her mom start breaking out of their she'll a little bit. Ms (y/l/n) says they just moved here from (h/t), she left her husband a while back and met a man who lived here. So I guess the man who lives here now isn't y/n's and Jacob's actual dad. Something about that is really sad to me, I have both of my parents. I can't really imagine what it's like to only have one in your life. "Is y/n going to go to the same school as Leigh?" I knew that question would come up. And turns out, yes she will. I'm not really complaining. At least she'll have one person she knows. I'm not entirely popular at all, but at least she won't be alone. Y/n looks at me and smiles. She really does have a sweet smile.

~later that night~

"Debbie, she's out there again! Poor kid, I hope she's okay." My dad calls out to my mom. "She's out there almost every night. Do you think she's okay?" I get curious and look at the time. 10:18 pm. Who would be out this late? Sure, it's a Saturday, but it's so cold outside this time. It's probably going to snow soon. I walk out to my mom and dad to see what's going on. "Who's outside?" Mom points out the window and I look out to see a figure sitting in the empty driveway across the street. "Almost every night, y/n just sits on the cold driveway. Her mom works graveyard shifts a lot. I wouldn't doubt it if she's home alone, poor thing." My mom puts her hand over her heart and looks down, her motherly instincts kicking in. "Leigh, could you please go out there and see if she's okay? She's always out there for hours at a time." I comply to what my mom says, mostly because I don't want to disappoint her by saying no. Also, I'm a little curious as well as to why she's out in the cold so late.

Y/n POV

Space is so cool. I've loved the stars and planets since I was a baby. On the nights when my mom is working, Jacob stays with my stepdad at his place. He's only 5, I get it. At this point I'm used to being alone. It's not a bad thing. I like it. When I was younger my dad would always leave me by myself so he could work. I was old enough to take care of myself though, little 7 year old me. I would do this back then as well. Sit outside and look at the sky. Even on days when the sky would be covered by clouds, I'd still stare In wonder above.

I hear a door close across the street and a skinny boy huddled up in jackets walk out of it. I hope he's not coming here, I'm not good with boys one on one. They make me feel awkward. Plus, he's a good looking boy. That makes it way worse. "Y/n, right?" He's standing right above me. I smile slightly, "Yeah, that's right. Aren't you cold?" He's very skinny, probably doesn't have body heat of his own like me. Im on the thicker side of the wall when it comes to looks. I'll probably always will be, but that okay. "Yes I'm freezing. But I saw you out here and I thought I should ask if you're okay."

I look up at him, "I'm okay. I just like looking at the stars. I'd rather be out here looking at the sky than in a quiet house." I tell him truthfully. "Are you home alone?" I nod and smile. "Yea, my mom works at the children's hospital and my little brother is with my stepdad at his house. I dont go because my stepsisters don't really like me. Which is fine, I don't really like them either." He sits down by me, criss crossed and hands in his pockets. "Are you okay on your own, though? My mom is worried too." His mom? Why would she be worried about me? I guess I am out here a lot. "Tell your mom im fine, and thank you for worrying. I appreciate that." He looks back to his house and then to me again. "Do you want me to sit here with you for a bit?" I smile again, "Sure. Just don't get frostbite in my driveway." He laughs and I join in as well.

~1997~

Y/n POV

I've known Dan for almost 6 years now. Since that night he'd be sitting on my driveway with me any chance we could. He's grown up a lot, but so have I. I'm proud of him, really. He just graduated high school, the only thing is, he's leaving for college. I still have 12th grade left. It sucks, my best friend is leaving. In the 6 years I've known him, I've grown to have a massive crush on him. He's gotten a lot taller, his hair has grown more, he's just this tall silly nerd. I'm not one for cliche cheesiness... But I really do love him. The times hes had girlfriends, it's been pretty painful. There's been more than a few nights when I'm on the driveway alone, or I'd have to eat lunch with Joe and Dylan alone because he'd be out with his girlfriend at that time. I'd be in pain, but I would never let it get to me. If he's had other girlfriends, it's clear he doesn't like me like that. And that's fine, I'm okay with just being his friend. As long as he's in my life at all I'm okay.

But he's leaving.

Dan's POV

My last night here in New Jersey is tonight. The flight for Boston leaves tomorrow morning, early as hell too. I'd have to go to bed soon if I really want to catch it. My room looks so empty... All my memories of growing up are in this exact house. I went to go see Ms (y/l/n) earlier today and say goodbye before she went to work, even said bye to Jacob. Y/n wasn't there, (y/m/n) said she was at band practice. I told her not to worry, I'll probably see y/n tonight since I usually sit with her in her driveway at night. Luckily, it's not cold anymore. Summer weather keeping me cool enough to not wear shorts, though. I walk out and see y/n sitting where she usually sits. Except now with a cat in he shirt to keep the cat warm in the cool weather. She looks up at me and waves, and I can't help but smile a little and wave back before starting to walk over.

If I had a choice, I'd take her with me. She's my best friend, I don't want to leave her alone. Joe and Dylan are leaving as well, she'll be alone at school and she'd have no one to sit with at night in her driveway. 6 years spent with her, and I wouldn't want to change it for the world. She's a really good friend.

"Hey.." she says, careful not to wake the cat in her lap. "Hey, I'm leaving tomorrow morning.. I wanted to come say bye to the cat." I say jokingly. She rolls her eyes and nudges my leg as I sit beside her. "Shut up, Dan. I can't believe it, you're going to college." I can't help but agree. I shake out my hair a little bit. "Yup. I really want to be a musician, but my dad said hed pay for my college if I go into advertising. I really don't want to, but I cant pay for myself on my own." She pets the cat again and shrugs. "Soon enough, you will be a musician. You'll have thousands of fans, be on stage rocking out like you've always wanted. You'll have people recognize you in the street wanting a picture and an autograph. You'll be so successful, as long as you put your passion in it." I can't help but smile at her. That is my dream, always has been. "It's gonna be weird without you guys. Senior year... I have one more year before I leave too," she looks at the sky again. "It's kinda scary. I won't be a kid anymore. Growing up in general is scary." I grab her shoulder and look in her eyes. "Hey don't talk like that. You're gonna be a great voice actress like you've always wanted to be. You might even become a singer too. You have to put passion in it too. You'll be in all your favorite anime shows, and video games. You can do it too. Don't forget that." She looks down and nods. "I will. Hey promise me something though." I look at her and encourage her to go on. "Don't forget about me. I know you're gonna grow up and find all the success in the world, just don't forget about this time in your life. Our friendship, who you are. Don't forget, please." I give her a sad smile and lean in to hug her. "I could never forget about you. You're one of my best friends. Don't worry. I'll keep in touch as much as possible, I promise." She smiles and hugs back. I start to walk back to the house when I hear her call my name again, "Dan!......." I turn back to her and she looks down before looking back up to me. "Be safe out there." She stares at me and I nod. "You too, y/n.."

To be continued?~

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[pbandjesse]

I forgot to take my outfit for the day photo until after I took my clothes off and put them in the washer machine so enjoy another pajamas outfit of the day. Oh well.

I'm feeling very tired and emotionally and physically. I have a cough like stuck in my chest and I'm wheezing a little bit. I'm very annoyed about it. I very much just want to go to sleep right now though.

Today wasn't a bad day I was just very tired. I didn't sleep well. I had very very active dreams and when I woke up at 9 I was just kind of dead. This one was coming in and I decided to just lay in bed and play on my phone until around 10. I did yoga I got dressed. But I didn't want to really do anything. I didn't want to be a person.

I did make a really good breakfast. Two fried eggs with salsa and cheese. Half of an avocado and sour cream. It was really good.

I got to talk to Tatiana and Maya on the group chat some more. Which I've never been part of a group chat before in my entire life and there's just something really fun about it that I never really got to experience. I never really had a group of girlfriends besides the ones at Moore and this is different. So it's been fun kind of messaging them and getting advice throughout the day from them and be able to give them advice right back. I'm the oldest in the group so I feel like I should be the mom but I don't know if that's the truth. We all have nicknames and it's very fun.

I decided I wanted to walk past the dentist on my way to the bus. And I wanted to get a pack of gum. I was more concerned about the gum. So I packed my bag and headed towards the 7-Eleven. I got some gum and then went up the street. I had walked past this dentist a few times and they have a sign in the window that they're taking new patients. And I figured it was worth it to ask.

So I went in and no one was at the desk so I waited a minute and a hygienist came out and talked to me. And she helped me figure out what to do. There are secretary came back and she made me an appointment for the morning. She actually wanted me to come in today. They both did. But I wanted to go to work and while I was in pain today. The whole side of my face was kind of swollen. Emotionally I needed to wait until tomorrow. But I did it! I made an appointment. And so far it only cost me like $80. I'm not sure what the actual filling is going to cost but we are making progress.

I went and sat at the bus stop. And waited the 15 minutes enjoying the last of the Sun for the day. And I got to school. And talk to Chelsi about the weekend. We got ready for charcoal drawing. I made some examples.

But it was a hard day. We have some issues with kids not paying attention during are Journal time. And so I was annoyed enough that we just didn't go out. We all sat inside and they worked on their journals. I felt bad for the five or six that actually did The Prompt but I was just in too much pain and too tired to put up with them being lazy today. And then there was a whole thing with two of the students who just were not pay attention and just on their phones and a family member called them and we're telling them to just come outside and we kept telling them know you have to go to the office and he was getting angry at us and then he came to the classroom and took them and then came back 10 minutes later with them saying that oh he thought school was over. And we said no they can't come back and he eventually convince Chelsi to let them stay but it was very obnoxious.

And like dinner was fine but like then we get to our time and they couldn't come down and so we had to sit with our heads down for a mum was 15 minutes because we said 5 and then we kept having to restart the five because they kept talking or moving around or doing something. And that was so boring. It was not how I wanted to spend today.

But eventually we got it together. And I was able to do my lesson and they all got to experiment with charcoals and Gum Eraser and that was interesting. It was very messy. But they all made value charts in black and brown and experimented with the medium of it. It was really fun to get to watch them try something new.

We finished up the day and play a game of Simon Says and I gave them each an animal cracker for each piece of charcoal or eraser or chamois cloth or smudge stick that they brought back to me. And that was a pretty effective system. And then it was pick up and it took a little bit longer than normal but that was fine.

James texted me that he needed to just take a walk around the neighborhood but couldn't get himself to go out. So I told him to walk to my bus stop and meet me there and we can walk together. And so we did. I got the Charles Street and he was there. And we walked to the market place and had pasta and I was really tired but it was nice being with him.

We went back home to my place and he collected some of my art to take back to his apartment for the Etsy. And I collected my laundry. We took it downstairs and put it in the machine. We work together to take the kitty litter out. I cleaned it and he took it to the trash. It was really really bad. But it was handled. We made edible cookie dough. And watched videos. It was nice.

He said he didn't feel too sad anymore but we're all still really torn up about the weekend. He has a meeting tomorrow so we'll see what happens. I'm still trying to figure out the HR number so I can get in contact with someone about it. But he went home around 9 and I went and got my clothes out of the dryer. Now I'm just laying in bed.

I'm going to go to sleep now. I feel very very tired. I hope you all sleep good. Wish me luck at the dentist tomorrow. I plan on going to work but we'll see how much it takes me out. Usually when I go to the dentist and get worked on I sleep for the rest of the day so we'll see what happens. Have a good night

#ootd #work #furby #kids art #charcoal #monday

[talkeetnaadventures]

Nov 18-23 pt 1

I'm working on moving more of my stuff out here so I can stay longer (and eventually stay permanently). This weekend I worked on drywall, shelving, organization, and some insulation problems.

Coming back from one of my supply trips to Wasilla, I passed a dogsled team!

I knew the loft was going to end up becoming very valuable storage space. I didn't love crawling around up there to put the shelf up (I had to crawl underneath the shelf quite a bit too once it was up) but it makes a huge difference in how much crap I can keep up there.

Also check out my garland - no room for a Christmas tree and I cut down all the good trees outside (oops), so this year so I'll put my ornaments on that.

The storage shelf is by far the warmest place in the cabin so I've been using it as a "defrost shelf." The stuff in my cooler keeps freezing because the floor downstairs is so cold, so occasionally I have to put stuff in the loft to melt. I don't want to drink straight vodka but it's the only thing that doesn't freeze!

One day, CG took me for a walk. The neighborhood kids frequently walk past my place down to the end of the cul de sac with sleds and I had no clue where they've been going. CG followed their tracks like a dang wolf and took me through a small trail in the woods that dumped us out at what I think is a gravel pit. It was eery and beautiful at the same time.

Fun tidbit: you'd think from the position of the sun and the darkness of my pictures that these were taken in the evening or early morning, but nope. This was at 11:30 am.

After the sun went down, I tackled some more drywall. I f***ing hate drywall. It's crumbly and messy and the breaks never come out clean and it just drives me insane. Plus it's super ugly until you mud and paint it.

I had to move the dog ramp literally a quarter of an inch to get the drywall back there, and now the ramp is suddenly totally foreign to CG for some reason. "Mother, the ramp has moved, therefore I CANNOT." I have to go stand next to it and supervise before he'll go up it.

Drywalling in this small space means that I'm either working crouched over or holding something cumbersome above my head. No matter what, it's ruthless on my back. But for all the pain, now I have the loft totally walled in!

Unfortunately, I found water leaking in the corners of the loft which means something isn't right with my insulation. Next weekend I'll have to pull some of those drywall panels off and really get in there to see what's up. Some spray foam and redoing the vapor barrier will probably do the trick.

And finally, on Monday, MTA came out to install internet! I had been told by two separate salespeople that it would be an easy installation.

It was not.

Two separate installation guys came out and neither of them could find the cable box on my property (or any on my entire side of the road). Their maps indicated the boxes should be there. So these poor guys spent an hour each walking around with sensors and digging in the snow to no avail. So no internet yet, although they did install what pieces they had. Next week some special cable guys will come out and figure out what's up with the missing boxes. It's possible they were plowed away at some point or maybe never planted in the first place - who knows. At this point all they have to do is run a line from the box to the cabin since everything else is ready to go.

Disregard the giant hole in my wall; it's a boring story and I can't wait to patch it up and hide my shame.

[topherfoxtrot]

Nosy neighborhood

(or a reflection on the bittersweet nature of nostalgia)

What about a one shot about a tv show I never watched? It sounds fun doesn't it? Well it contains spoilers for the third Webisode of the walking dead called "The Oath" released in 2013. It can be easily found on Vimeo. Trigger warnings include grief and pessimism. Also I wrote this one on first person because I just think first person writing is neat😄

Everyone was gathered in the building that used to be a church. Except from the obvious architecture though you couldn't even tell. Even the beautiful stained glass was mostly gone. And there was no giant wooden cross in sight. Only tables full of food, drinks, and of course the band composed of four singing voices, an acoustic guitar, two saxophones, half a set of drums, a fucking button accordion, a xylophone and a def. Basically every instrument the scavengers could find over the years. Since the world has ended our neighborhood united to form a urban fortress.

I was in a corner with some friends not really interested in the conversation. My eyes scanned the whole place looking for the handsome, tall man with his long blonde straight hair. When I finally spotted Paul grabbing some food I whispered without actually intending to.

"There you are!"

"What?" One of my friends followed my eyes, "Oh my god are you really going after the man?"

"Dude is just introvert!" Another friend rolled his eyes, "That's why he is always in his basement."

"That is simply not true!" I said, "Y'all know how much I hate people, alive or otherwise, and yet I'm always here for our sunday gatherings."

"You know what?" my friend finished her beer before continuing, "Fucking go after him. If it turns out he's just lonely you will get my cleaning shifts for the whole month. And if you find a big secret of his or whatever I'll get yours. How about that?"

"It sounds like a deal!" Me and my friend shook hands with smiles on our faces.

"I can't believe you're going to bother the poor man just because he likes to eat by himself." My other friend shook his head in disapproval before smiling too, "But anyways if you find anything please spill the beans to us!"

"Gotcha!" I winked at them before making my move.

Paul put a lot of food inside an old Tupperware and walked towards the door like he usually did. I moved between the people trying to avoid being seen by him. Paul briefly talked to one or two people before leaving. I left the church a little after, making sure to give him time to step further from the door.

Most of the people were at the church so the streets were empty. I sneaked around corners and alleys and cars like I did so many times outside the walls. I still remember before the outbreak when not everyone needed to be a soldier in order to survive. It's been almost seven years but I still caught myself getting nostalgic sometimes.

I followed Paul for a few blocks. Housing was an issue in our community. Over the years more people started to come and babies started to be born once we reached a certain stability. Paul was one of those people who duo to his efforts towards the community gained the privilege to live on his own instead of in one of the communal houses like I did. He was one of the scavenging teachers after all. And my favorite one, I might add.

Besides being handsome he was also super quiet about anything that didn't concerned the classes. And to become a survivor as good as him you gotta have a past. We asked about it before but he always avoided the topic. This made me even more curious. I've always felt like he was hiding something and tonight I would finally figure out what!

It took a couple minutes for him to reach the big house with two floors and a front yard. Instead of entering the front door though he bypassed the house to enter through the basement door in the back. Paul lives in a basement just like a character from a book I read before the outbreak. Something about a woman watching her neighbours or something. I don't remember the details but I do remember one of the characters lived in a basement like Paul does.

I leaned on the wall and listened carefully as Paul opened the metal doors. After listening to his steps gradually fading as he went downstairs I sneaked into the entrance feeling glad he didn't lock it. I waited there for a while until I was confident Paul was distracted enough not to realize the sounds the doors would make. I opened just one door super slowly and checked every few seconds to see if there was any abrupt movements inside. When I closed the door behind me everything was in darkness expect for the light coming from one of the rooms. My hand instinctively reached for my gun but it wasn't there. I didn't carry my gun inside the walls.

I cursed myself in silence and started to walk downstairs. I wish I could see all the furniture Paul had but I couldn't announce my presence so my only option was to follow the light, which I did swiftly. I could hear a voice but it took me a while to make any sense of it.

"I know you would love those parties they make every Sunday." Paul's voice came from the only room with light, "We even had those back in the day, you remember?" He let out a deep sigh, "I still miss those days. We didn't have much like we do here, but we were happy, weren't we? I don't want to sound ungrateful or anything but I miss that, you know? I miss you, Karina."

There was not a sound to be heard expect for Paul's voice. The easiest explanation was that Paul was probably talking to a portrait ou painting like so many of us do. Death is such a common experience among the survivors. With this conclusion I could leave the house, but I wouldn't be satisfied. I wanted to know more about this Karina woman he was talking to. And about those old days.

I reached the entrance of the room but didn't dare to look inside. Instead I stayed there in silence, all my muscles stiffed. Quietly listening to Paul eating his dinner.

"Dominic talked to me again. You know, about the shifts and all that." Paul chuckled, "I'm not sure if we are just talking or flirting at this point. I know you are as terrible at this as I am but a little help would be good."

Paul chuckled again and a moan was heard. I felt my spine freeze as I obviously recognized the sound. A guttural and tired moan only a walker could make. I finally peeked into the room. There was no bed or beside table or any fortnite whatsoever. Paul was sat on a wooden chair eating his dinner with a fork. The most shocking thing though was the walker. The undead had it's arms tied tightly in a straightjacket. Saliva was falling from her mouth in the most grotesque waterfall I've ever seen. Paying special attention I realized her mouth was toothless. There was almost nothing left of hair in her head and the skin was this unnatural tone of grey. That walker was old. A thick chain kept it near the wall.

"What the fuck?" I whispered in terror.

Faster than I could even register Paul got up and pointed his revolver at me. I put my hands up and froze still.

"It's me! It's me! Please don't shoot."

It didn't seem like Paul would shoot me but he didn't put the gun down either. Instead he looked deep into my eyes. I tried to read him but as usual it was impossible to know what he was thinking.

"What are you doing here?" He asked finally with a deep voice.

"I... I was just-" the truth is that there was nothing to be said. I was there because I wanted to know what was up with him. And now I did.

"You shouldn't be here." He said firmly.

"I k-know!" I stuttered, "But you know what I'm already leaving, actually!"

"No!"

I stayed still. Paul took a deep sigh and finally put his gun down. The silence was only broken by the walker's unnerving sounds. Paul walked across the living room and brought a chair with him. Without saying anything he invited me to the room with the walker. I sat with them. Looking at it made me so uncomfortable all I wanted was to runway from there as fast as I could. Still, I stayed.

"This is Karina." Paul started, "We met in a settlement right after the outbreak."

"She died." I said, "And you couldn't let go of her."

"It's a little more complex than that."

I tried to look into Paul's eyes, but he was facing the ground. Once he was ready, Paul looked up at me.

"We made and oath. We wouldn't abandon each other no matter what. And when would fight for each other. One lives, all live."

Paul lifted hir shirt a little to show a huge scar on his belly. It looked well healed, "Our camp got raided by walkers. Me and Karina were the only survivors. I got this scar as a souvenir. But it looked bad, and I went unconscious for a couple hours."

At this point I kind of realized where this was going. I read Romeo and Juliet back at school. I hate tragedies. Paul lowered his shirt and shifted on his chair a little.

"Karina couldn't face the world on her own. She wanted to end all this pain and suffering."

"Oh no..." I covered my mouth slightly.

Paul tilted his head, "She killed herself. Once I got there it was already too late."

He stayed in silence for a while and I realized there were actual tears dropping from his eyes.

"But we made an oath!" He cried out. "We vowed never to leave each other and that's what I did!" He said even louder. The tears cleaning his face. "That's what I did-!!"

He choked on his own tears and couldn't say anything else. Paul just buried his face on his hands and cried while the walker (or should I say Karina?) moaned quietly in it's never ending hunger.

"I'm sorry." I whispered, no knowing what to say.

Paul got up still facing the ground. I quickly got up too and hugged him. He was taller than me so he had to bend a little to hug me back. That made his weight fall upon me. I had to stiff my legs in order not to simply fall down. But I carried him. He kept crying louder and louder. The walker got agitated but it didn't left it's place due to the restrains. I closed my eyes shut wishing with all of me for this to be over. Not Paul or the walker. Just everything else.

Pain and suffering left a scar on everyone. And I couldn't help but think, clouded by my own nostalgia, how much better things were before.

#the walking dead #the oath #Wyatt Russell #FoxtrotFanfic

[ms-horrortales]

In Honor of Friday the 13th: Real People Share Their Creepiest, Can't-Be-Explained Stories

Warning to the Easily Creeped Out – you should probably avoid this, especially on Friday the 13th.

After reading these 15 stories from Reddit users who had creepy, unexplainable, possibly paranormal things happen to them, you may start sleeping with the lights on.

1. “My grandma lives in a very stereotypical horror movie house – small Midwest town, white and old looking home, on a farm. She even has a chipped wooden Mary nativity in the front yard. She also has a cemetery about a half mile down the road. I used to sleep in the room in the corner on the top floor (my aunt’s room) and it had a wooden rocking chair in it. When I was younger I would wake up because I thought I heard it rocking, to the point where I would wake up my grandma and have to stay in her room. About ten years later my mom, aunt and I were talking about how creepy my grandma’s house was. My aunt goes on to talk about how when she was younger the reason my mom and her ended up sharing a room was because she thought her room was haunted. She said she woke up one morning and the rocking chair was about two feet closer to her bed, and after that night, it would start rocking on a nightly basis at midnight.”

2. “Until a few years ago I still had a flip phone phone. One day I got a random call asking for some girl named Sarah. I told them they had the wrong number and they hung up. For the next few months, I would get these calls asking for Sarah about once or twice a week, coming from different number and different sounding people. Sometimes these calls came at three in the morning. One day I got a call and, like usual, I said I didn’t know Sarah. After they hung up I went to my contacts and hit redial; the answering machine said that number did not exist. I went back through my call history trying to call some other people that had called me with the same result, a machine telling me the number did not exist. Every time I would get these calls I would redial the number and still got the machine. I googled the numbers but all I learned was that were coming from North Dakota, Montana, basically everywhere in the Midwest. The next time I got a call asking for Sarah, I said, ‘Oh yeah, she is right here’ and the other person on the other end said ‘No she isn’t’ and hung up. Things started getting weird when I started getting calls from ‘unknown’ numbers calling me. Whoever or whatever on the other end hung up the second I said hello. Once I got a call where they didn’t hang up after I said ‘hello’ and I could hear someone was on the other end just listening but they didn’t say anything, just something really uneasy about it.”

3. “I was staying in the Flamingo Hotel in Las Vegas (oldest property on the strip with a sordid mob history). In the middle of the night, I woke and saw a dark figure moving around the foot of my bed and coming up the gap between the twin beds. I hit the light, and there was a full figure of a man in a ’60s sports blazer with blood all over his face. I yelled ‘Go away!’ and start flinging my arm in his direction. Just like that he disappeared. I woke my friends in the other bed and my buddy said ‘What the hell you swatting at?!’ I told them and they laughed at me. The following morning, my buddy said after I had fallen asleep water was dripping on his head, but there was no leak on the ceiling and was convinced we may have shared a paranormal encounter.”

4. “I had a black cat called Casper. We adopted her after she ran away from the previous owner. She was missing for days before the previous owner found her in the bushes, skittish and frightened. After carrying her home, the owner discovered she was allergic to cats when her arm broke out with rashes. She put out a call for a new home, which was answered by my animal-loving family. For ages, she was scared to come near anyone and was totally averse to being petted. Eventually, she turned into a total ham, never missing the chance to jump on you and lie with you. We loved her, and I loved her heaps. Then one day she lost the use of her back legs. Not long after, she passed away. I was having a rough time then, and she was a big comforter. Point is: my parents and I were sad. A few days after, I’m sitting on my front step having a smoke, and I gear a meowing sound identical to Casper. I look out front and there, at the gate, was a cat meowing at me, that looked just like Casper. I went over, and it ran away. I looked down the street after it, and it was gone. I mentioned it to my parents. They both said the same thing happened to each of them separately, which was a surprise to them, too. Now it could have been a similar cat from the neighborhood, but it only happened once to each of us then was never seen again.”

5. “When I was 16, I was riding horses with my friend in the field beside her house. The horse threw me and I hit my head, HARD. The next thing I know, I’m on my back in incredible pain staring up at my friend, who is frantically screaming at me. Dazed, my gaze shifted and then refocused on her friend behind her, a tall, thin man wearing a black suit and an old-fashioned, wide-brimmed hat. He was staring unblinking into my eyes over my friend’s shoulder. Days later she came to visit me in the hospital, and I asked her about the man I’d seen. I thought it was the new boyfriend she’d recently told me about. She told me there was no one there but me and her.”

6. “This past year, I went to bed on a normal night, and in mid-dream, everything stops and a voice says, ‘The fire alarm is about to go off.’ I wake up about five minutes later when the fire alarm starts in our building. I asked my roommates the next day if anyone said that, and I just happened to hear it, but they said the alarm went off around 4 a.m. and they were all sleeping prior to it going off. Plus, none of us knew they were testing the alarm beforehand. I was weirded out after.”

7. “Back in 2005, I was in a band that toured the country in a 15-passenger van with a trailer. We were on the way from Columbus, Ohio to Erie, PA. The show had been cancelled in Ohio due to a power outage, so we decided to get on the road early as we had friends in Erie who were taking us in for the night. I’ll never forget this moment for the rest of my life. We were all having a conversation; there were eight of us total in the van when the driver and passenger both shouted simultaneously, ‘What the was that?!’ I’m getting goosebumps on my arms right now just remembering the event. I was sitting being the driver with my back against the window, and I didn’t see anything but we heard a ‘whooshing’ noise as if something flew right over the van. My friend who was sitting next to me looked like he had just seen a ghost. We wound up pulling over on the side of the road because everyone was freaking out, thinking we hit something. Nothing was found. Both the passenger and driver said they saw a tall black figure lunge at the van from the shoulder of the left lane; my friend who was sitting next to me said the same thing. The next day we inspected the van in daylight and noticed there were streak marks across the roof of the van.”

8. “When I was about 11, I was walking home and an old guy who was pushing a stroller out of the blue put his hand over my eyes for about a second as he was passing by. I have no idea why I still remember this.”

9. “When I was 7, I suddenly awoke in the middle of the night to a young child kneeling near my bed praying. At first I thought it was my younger brother, so I asked him what he was doing. After I asked, he slowly looked at me and stood up and started running, so I hopped out of bed and followed him down my stairs and out my front door. We had a long driveway, and I followed him all the way to the end and then he simply vanished. I went back to my room and nothing like that has happened since.”

10. “When I was about 14, I was staying up way too late on the computer. It was about 2 in the morning, and everyone else was asleep. I got thirsty, and wandered down the hallway to get a drink. I didn’t bother to turn on any lights since there was a nightlight in the hallway, and there was enough light to get by. I’m walking back to the bedroom when I get this weird feeling like someone is watching me, and turn around. There is this big white mist just floating right behind me. I immediately turned around and went back into the safe bright room. The thing is, there were no windows facing that hallway, and I hadn’t passed the nightlight yet, so it definitely wasn’t a trick of the light. All the doors leading to the hallway were also closed. A few years later when I was moved to the small room closest to that spot, I got the heebie jeebies and couldn’t sleep without a lamp on. It wasn’t until some time later after the sighting that I learned that in the ’80s, a guy was renting out the house. He was arrested for the kidnap, rape, and disappearance of a bunch of kids in the area, and for the suspected murder of his wife. They never found her, and she supposedly ran away, according to him. Cadaver dogs went over the farm, but they never found anything. The cops must not have done a good job though because when they moved in, my mom found a pair of boy’s underwear in the toilet tank. The missing wife was never found, and he died in prison about a decade ago. I think she’s still there, though.”

11. “I went to bed one night after watching a bunch of spooky paranormal videos and was thoroughly on edge. I was ridiculously paranoid about ghosts even though I had never had anything ghost in the house at all, nor has anything bad happened in it that I know of. Then at around 3 a.m., still not asleep because of fear, the band on my boxer briefs snapped as if someone pulled on them then let go.”

12. “This happened when I was just about 4-years-old. We lived in a really small apartment that had two rooms. When you enter our room, you could just see the kitchen and there’s a doorway on the left which is our bedroom. I was playing in the bedroom and got my slipper stuck under the bed. I can’t seem to get it since there’s only a 2-inch gap under the bed. I don’t know what got into me, but I started chanting something like ‘Slipper, get out now,’ over and over again. Then I got this feeling of dread and I got scared, so I ran away.  After a few minutes, I sneaked to the bedroom and found my slipper a foot away from the bed. I ran inside to get it and got out as fast as I can. I don’t know how it could have happened. As a little girl with an overactive imagination, I just assumed a rat passed by, heard me and just pushed my slipper out of there.”

13. “I was home alone and in the bath, but I had closed the door so that my dogs wouldn’t run in and try to jump into the bath too. I was in there for a good 45-50 minutes and when I climbed out and opened the door, there had been a table moved right in front of the door, I never heard a thing while it was happening, never even heard my dogs bark and they bark for anything, and they were playing outside which is so strange for them.”

14. “When my boyfriend was about four years old, he would talk to a man he saw in the mirror. Naturally, his parents were curious about his behavior, and asked him questions about the man. He told his parents details about the man including his appearance, hobbies, and how he died. It turns out that one of the former owners of the house was a man who had committed suicide in the house, and he matched the descriptions of the man my boyfriend saw in the mirror. When his parents found out, they moved out of the house a month later.”

15. “I was visiting my dad last summer and trying to fall asleep when suddenly I felt a hand grab my ankle. I kicked furiously at whatever was grabbing me, jumped out of bed and screamed. There was nothing there. My dad came running into the room and found me sitting on the floor facing the bed. He asked me what was wrong and didn’t believe me when I said nothing, that I thought something grabbed me, and even checked the closet. I immediately felt embarrassed but it felt so real. I’ve never had something like that happen before or since.”