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johnsamericano · 3 years

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“Mine.” l.m.k

Genre: suspense (kind of), smut-ish, angst.

Pairing: yandere/stalker!mark x fem!reader

Warnings: Possesive behavior, metions of death, yandere mark, psychological abuse, blackmailing, obsessive love

Disclaimer: This fanfic does not reflect the actual personalities of the idols mentioned, this is purely fictional.

a/n: I wanted to write something halloween-like before spooky season is over. This is actual shit please forgive me 😔

Taglist: @floweringtheflowers

“Where’s your friend, Hyuck?”

“Look, there he is. Jeno!” He walked towards you with a slightly shorter male by his side. “Hey man.”

“Hey Hyuck.” They hugged each other briefly. “I brought Mark, is that okay with you?”

“Sure.” You both answered at the same time.

“Thank you for driving us home, she doesn’t trust Uber drivers.”

“Shut up.” You’d seen the enough horror movies to know it’s never safe to get into a car with a stranger. “Thank you...Jeno and Mark, right?”

“No problem.” You noticed the shorter guy’s gaze was fixated in You. “Let’s get going.” You walked towards his car under the moonlight, the only audible sound was the one from your high heels clicking in the pavement.

“I’ve never seen you at our campus.” Mark suddenly blurted out.

“I’m an arts major, our building is literally hidden behind a bunch of trees.” He giggled. You swore it was the most beautiful sound you’d ever heard.

“I’m an architecture major.”

Hyuck sat beside the drivers seat while you kept chatting with Mark in the back row. He was the sweetest person and his laugh was so contagious. You exchanged numbers before hopping out of the car.

Mark texted you the moment you stepped inside your apartment, beginning a conversation that would keep you up till 2:00 a.m.

Your late night conversations kept happening for at least a week.

“Mark?” He was standing right at the entrance of your building.

“You weren’t lying when you said it was hidden behind a bunch of trees, it took me hours to find it.”

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” He was using a plain black shirt along with beige trousers. His silky hair covered his forehead almost completely.

“I found this nice Italian restaurant nearby and I remembered you said you liked it, so uhm...can I take you there?” He didn’t casually find it, he stayed up all night long looking up for places you’d like.

“You remembered!”

“So...is that a yes?”

“Yes!” The corners of his lips went up, revealing that beautiful smile you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about for the past week. “Let’s go.”

The food was absolutely delicious and the company was even better. Mark kept talking about whatever came first to his mind, installing a nice atmosphere around you.

“Wait, so you’re from Canada?” You asked before stuffing your mouth with lasagna once again.

“Yup.” He smiled while grabbing a napkin and wiping the corners of your mouth. “Sorry, it’s just that you had some tomato sauce.”

“It’s alright, thank you.” You couldn’t deny that the sweet gesture made your heart flutter.

The blush in your cheeks only made you prettier, and Mark couldn’t help but to imagine how would it be to cup your rosy cheeks. He almost felt the heat irradiating from them in the palms of his hands.

“So, uhm, do you have a girlfriend or something?” You shyly asked.

He laughed nervously before answering. “No, I’m single.”

“Is this a date then?” He was about to deny it, but you cut him off. “I mean, I wouldn’t mind if it was.”

“I-I guess it is then.” You giggled awkwardly, proceeding to take another bite of your delicious food. “So, can I hold your hand?” There was it again, that beautiful blush tinting your cheeks.

“Sure.” You extended your free hand, looking at your plate while you waited for him to take it.

He hesitantly reached out for it, taking your small hand between his fingers and caressing the soft skin. Everything around you seemed to have stopped, it was just you and him in your little bubble of happiness.

“Hyuckie.” You greeted him through the phone. “You won’t believe what happened today.”

“You finally got laid?”

“Asshole.” He giggled. “I had a date.”

“Yeah, I know. Mark wouldn’t stop talking about it.”

“Really?” You couldn’t hide the smile forming in your lips.

“Listen, I need to go now but we’ll talk later.” He made the sound of a kiss before hanging up.

(...)

You had a few more dates before he officially asked you to be his girlfriend. Despite everything was going too fast, you were happy with him.

“Y/n?” You were stuck inside of a classroom, trying to portrait the nude model in front of you as well as you could. There was a strange feeling burning in his chest.

“Oh, hey Mark.” Your gaze was fixated in the other male. “Johnny, you think we could finish later?”

“Sure.” He grabbed a silky robe and covered his exposed body. “See you.” He bowed before exiting the room.

“What exactly were you doing?” Mark’s usual sweet tone had become lower.

“Oh, Mark. Don’t tell me you’re jealous.” You mocked him. “Don’t worry, I only have eyes for you dummy.”

But your reassuring words weren’t enough. His mind was full of that naked man, his imagination creating wicked scenarios of you with him.

“I’m serious, Mark. You’re the only one that I love, okay?” He nodded, despite there was a voice in his head telling him not to believe you, that you were a liar. “Do you want to know how much I love you?” You slightly palmed him through the fabric of his jeans.

You made love to him in the middle of your classroom, but his mind was still somewhere else.

“Mark, what’s going on?” You asked while putting your clothes back on. “I told you it’s nothing to worry about, besides, it’s not the first time I-”

“So you’ve done this more than once.” A sarcastic grin adorned his lips. “I think I’ll go home now.”

“But what about our date?”

“I’m not in the mood, y/n.” He slammed the door on his way out.

He’d never talked to you like that before, and it was certainly disconcerting. You picked up your materials, turning the lights off before exiting the room.

That night you recieved a text from Mark apologizing for his behavior. But something felt off. You decided to let it slide, he’d probably be back to normal the next day.

But the thing is, he never completely went back to normal, his scary persona would come out at the minimum sight of you with another boy. And it was frankly pissing you off, but again, you let it slide.

“Touch her again and I’ll crush your legs.” You were taking to one of your classmates when he ruffled your hair, little did you know Mark had been watching the two of you.

“Dude, chill. We’re just friends.”

“Mark, what the hell?” You whispered.

“Let’s go.” He grabbed your wrist harshly, dragging you out of the building while you struggled to get out of his grip.

“Stop, Mark. You’re hurting me.”

He stopped, letting go of you. “Are you cheating?”

“You’re being stupid right now.”

“Well, how about you stop being such a slut with your classmates, huh?” That was your breaking point.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” His heart was aching, regret filling every inch of his body. “I’m sick of your possessiveness!” You crossed your arms over your chest. “And calling me a slut? I think we should take a break.”

“I’m sorry, babe, I didn’t mean any of it.” He tried to embrace you, but yo pushed him away.

“Leave me alone, please.” But how could he stay away from his precious little angel? You were asking him to do the impossible. He’d fallen for you so quickly, yet so hard.

“Please, y/n. Give me another chance, I swear to god it won’t happen again. But please, don’t leave me.”

You went back in, ignoring your boyfriend’s sobs.

‘I can’t loose her.’ The thought kept repeating in his mind over and over again. He had to be with you at all costs, even if it meant threatening you.

“Mark, I swear to god if you call me once again I’ll block you.” You picked up your phone after listening to your call ringtone for about thirty minutes.

“I’m outside of your house. Let’s talk, please.”

“Mark, we’re done. So please, leave.”

“We’re not done until I say so.” There it was again. That cold tone that gave you goosebumps. “Check your messages.”

Your phone vibrated against your cheek, signaling you had a new text. You opened your chat with Mark, only to find a picture of you naked, legs wide open.

“H-how?” You never noticed he’d taken pictures of you, and it made you wonder how many times he’d done it.

“You better open the door before I post this so everyone can see it.” He smirked at you as soon as you opened the door. Dark circles and puffy eyes adorned his face. “Always so obedient.”

“What the fuck?” You tried to grab his phone, earning a small grin from him. “Delete them.”

“Bossy, aren’t we? You should reconsider your words or I might just send the video as well.”

“There’s a video?” Your eyes were wide open, fear taking over your body. “Please don’t, I’ll do anything.”

“Now we’re talking.” He wasn’t capable of sending them to anyone since it would mean that other man would see you naked, but you didn’t have to know that. “Let’s take a seat, shall we?”

He made himself at home. He even had the audacity to hug you.

“I missed you.” He leaned closer to your hair, sniffing it, the calming scent of coconut filling his nostrils. “Did you miss me?”

There was only one correct answer.

“Yes.” You forced yourself to say.

“That sounded like a lie, baby.” He warned, unlocking his phone and mockingly playing your video.

“I-I missed you M-mark.” He hummed in approval, proceeding to turn his phone off.

(...)

You tried your best to please Mark for the next weeks, letting him take you out on dates and grab your hand, like he used to do.

“Mark.” Your voice was shaking slightly. “I need to stay for a few extra hours to finish my project.” He wanted you to inform him about each and every one of your movements, even installing a tracking device in your purse while you weren’t paying attention.

“You know, babe. I’ve been thinking, wouldn’t it be more convenient if we lived together?” At this point, you knew you wouldn’t be able to decline his offer. Nevertheless, you tried to talk your way out of it.

“But we’ve been dating for less than three months and we have different schedules-” His thumb found it’s way to your lips.

“We’ll figure it out. I’ll go to your house on Friday to help you packing. I can’t wait to live with you.” He let out a soft giggle before saying goodbye.

So now you were losing your only private place too. He’d be watching you 24/7, controlling each and every one of your movements. You were doomed and needed to find a way out of it.

You looked for your only trustworthy friend whom you’d not seen very often in the last few months.

“Hyuck can we meet?”

“It’s the first time I hear from you in weeks and you’re not even gonna say hello?”

“I’m sorry, but it’s really urgent. Are you free right now?” He hummed. “I’ll wait for you at the cafeteria.”

You sat down at one of the tables in the corner.

“I thought you were dead.” He hugged you tightly as soon as he saw you. “What’s going on? You sounded uneasy through the phone.”

“I need you to promise you won’t tell anyone.”

“Fine, just spit it out.”

You resumed all the events from your first date to the actual situation. Haechan’s jaw dropped by the end of your story.

“If this is a prank I’m gonna be pissed.” Mark was his friend, so of course, it was shocking to find out what he’d been up to.

“I really wish it was.” You were on the verge of tears, holding them in as well as you could. “Please, hyuck, help me.”

“First of all, I don’t think Mark will send those pictures to anyone. He’d only get himself in trouble.” He combed his hair back using his fingers. “And y/n, is your reputation really more important than your freedom?”

His advice helped you make a decision. You bid hyuck goodbye after promising to call him if anything happened and made your way to your building, where you knew Mark would be waiting for you.

“Mark.” You called him. He turned his head to the side, a big smile adorning his face as soon as he saw you.

“Hey baby. I have a lunch break now, wanna go to that Italian restaurant?”

‘That fucking Italian restaurant started everything.’

“No.” His eyebrows twitched the slightest, but that creepy grin remained.

“Have you forgotten about that photo?”

“Just do whatever you want.”

There was no way you could’ve known he’d take it so literally.

“Hey, y/n.” Johnny was standing a few meters away from you. “Ready for today’s session? You better make me look pretty in that canvas.”

You giggled. That was enough to set a fire inside Mark. He was the only one allowed to make you smile.

“Goodbye, Mark.” You went inside the building with him, laughing at whatever he’d just said.

‘Get rid of him.’ The voice inside of his head kept repeating. He was an obstacle between you and him, and obstacles need to be removed.

Hours went by quickly as you worked on your final project. You took a break to go to the bathroom and rest your mind.

“This is so tiring.” You said to yourself as you washed your hands. A loud thud was heard from a nearby classroom.

You quickly dried your hands and made your way to the room Johnny was in.

“Hey, is everything okay? Why did you turn off the lights?” You used your finger to turn the switch on.

‘Is this...blood?’ There was a poodle of opaque red liquid surrounding your classmate. Multiple injuries were visible in his naked body.

“Hi honey.” Chills ran down your spine as you heard Mark behind you. You turned around to face him.

“M-mark, what did you do?” He smirked, apparently unbothered even though he was standing over a poodle of blood.

“I’m sorry, baby. But he deserved it.” With every step he took forward, you took one back.

“He didn’t do anything!” Tears streamed down your face as he caged you between his arms.

“Oh, but he did.” You could hear some guttural sounds coming out from the limp body. He was still alive. “He looked at you with that dumb little smile, he even made you laugh. I needed to teach him not to mess with someone else’s property.” His breath was fanning against your nose. “And my little girl needed to be taught to behave.”

“Please, Mark. Stop this.”

“But I did it for us, babe. So we can be together forever.” The touch that you once craved now made you nauseous. “Don’t you want to be with me?”

“Mark, please, let me go.”

“I think I wasn’t clear enough.” His blood stained face came closer to yours, tracing your jawline with the tip of his bloody knife. “We’re soulmates, and soulmates are meant to be together.” He tilted his head as the metallic blade slightly pierced through the skin of your neck. “Don’t you think so, honey?”

The sounds coming from Johnny distracted you from the pain in your neck.

“We need to get him some help!” You tried to reach out for him, but Mark slammed you against the wall.

“You like him, don’t you?” Sadness peeked through his voice. “It’s okay baby, my love is enough for both of us.”

“Stop it!” You screamed while pushing him away with all your strength, getting enough space for you to run.

You ran as fast as you could, nevertheless, luck wasn’t on your side. You took a wrong step and fell down the stairs, a rib or two breaking in the process. You whined, hugging your chest in an attempt to ease the pain.

“Oh, sweetie. Look what you’ve done.” Mark smirked as he looked down at you. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” He crouched beside your curled up body with a grin. “Let’s take you home.”

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justa-starrynite · 4 years

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Nightmares

A/N: Hey everybody, it’s Megan. How is everyone doing? Here’s a little spooky Angel one shot for you all. I promise it has a happy ending just hang in there with me. Thank you all so much for all the love you have shown Bea and I. We really appreciate you all so very much

*gif not mine*

Word Count: 1337

Warnings: Angst, violence and blood.

The leaves crunched beneath your feet as you ran through the thick forest. Your heart was racing, tears threatening to spill from your eyes, but there was no time for that. There would be time for tears later.

Right now you just needed to survive.

You raced on dodging trees left and right praying your feet would not betray you. You could hear him behind you, you swore you could, but maybe that was just the fear taking over your mind.

Maybe you were just hearing things.

Still you didn’t dare look back, you couldn’t risk making a mistake like that.

Your mind couldn’t even process how you ended up here. Your get away was just supposed to be a fun time filled with friends and making memories. It was just an excuse to get together and get away. It wasn’t supposed to turn into this nightmare.

You only hoped that you weren’t alone. That somehow Angel was still alive out there somewhere.

You screamed, your ankle betrayed you, twisting before you fell and tumbled down the slight slope in the terrain. You hissed at the pain as you grabbed your ankle. You did your best to assess the damage. You froze when you heard the snap of a twig under a heavy boot behind you.

This was it. This was how your story ended. This was where you died.

Your only regret was never telling Angel how you truly felt about him. How you were madly and deeply in love with him.

You took a deep shaky breath wiping the tears from your eyes before facing your attacker. If you were to die then you were at least going to make the fucking piece of shit look you in the eyes.

Turning around you immediately relaxed letting out a sob when you saw Angel there instead, your angel. You had never been so happy to see anyone in your life.

“Fuck, querida.” Angel breathed out rushing to your side crouching down to examine your ankle. “Are you okay? Do you think you can walk?”

You shook your head. “I don’t think so.”

“Okay.” Angel nodded. If he had to carry you then so be it. One thing for sure was he was going to do whatever it took to keep you alive. The fucker already got to EZ and Coco. He wouldn’t lose you too. He would never survive that.

He wished he had his gun, or anything really. This killer caught you all off guard, not one of you were prepared for the horror that would await you at that quiet cabin in the woods.

Angel reached towards you to lift you up but you stopped him. He gave you a questioning look. You had to tell him. This was your chance. You may not get another one after tonight. “Angel, I have to tell you something.”

“What's wrong?” Angel kept his focus on you waiting for your response. You could stare into his eyes forever.

“I-” You paused your mouth suddenly so dry. Swallowing the lump in your throat you opened your mouth to finish your confession but instead of the three most important words you could utter you let out a blood curdling scream.

Angel now stood before you clutching at his throat as his blood sputtered out and slipped through his fingers.

“No!” You cried as he fell into your arms. “No, this isn’t how this is supposed to end.” You sobbed as you clutched his head to your chest, not caring anymore about the killer anymore. “No, you can’t leave me. Wake up!” Your tears spilled down your face falling onto his soft lashes. “Wake up.” You begged and pleaded. “Please, I can’t lose you. I love you Angel.”

“Querida, wake up.” Angel's soft voice pulled you out of your nightmare.

“Huh?” You opened your eyes before picking your head up off his shoulder. You wiped the stray tear from your eye looking around your living room. You must have fallen asleep during the movie you had been watching.

You invited the club and friends over to your house for a little Halloween horror movie marathon. You made it through the first two films you remembered but some time during the third you must have passed out.

You looked around for everyone else finding your living room empty of everyone but you and Angel. The tv was now on the main menu of Friday the 13th. You wondered just how long you had been out for. “Where is everyone?”

“They all went home a little over an hour ago.” Angel replied looking over at you as you came to your senses. He was a little concerned as you started to mumble in your sleep and the tear that escaped your eyes didn’t go unnoticed.

“You should have woke me up.” You mumbled scooting closer to the edge of your couch.

“You looked so peaceful and I know how tired you get with how much you work, I didn't want to disturb you. I thought it would be good to let you sleep a little longer." Angel grabbed your hand, finally pulling your attention to him. "Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You gave him a smile. You weren't but you would be. “Just a silly nightmare.”

Angel nodded, not fully convinced but he didn't want to push you. “Okay.”

You glanced to the clock, seeing just how late it was. “Shit, you better get going. Don’t you have an early shift tomorrow?” You asked.

“Yeah but it’s no big deal.” Angel reassured you. He was in no rush to leave you. Not after what he heard you say as you slept. He had no idea you felt the same way about him as he did you. “Unless you’re sick of me already, then I can leave.”

“No!” You stopped him before he could move. You didn’t mean to shout the dream just really rattled you. “I’m sorry, I just,” you took a deep breath, “I don’t want to be alone." You confessed. "Do you think you could stay?”

Angel didn’t even have to think of his answer to that. “Of course. I’m not going anywhere.” He promised placing his hand on your knee.

Your body immediately relaxed. “Thank you.” You whispered.

Angel reached forward for your remote. He turned the tv off before standing up. “Are you ready to go to bed?” He asked you watching you yawn. He could tell you were still sleepy.

You nodded, taking his hand in yours. Angel helped you up to your feet. He then led you to your bedroom as you slowly followed him. Once there you disappeared to your bathroom to get ready for bed. As you did Angel slipped out of his clothes so he was just in his tank and briefs. He then slipped into your bed pulling back the covers on your side after he did so. He turned on your tv to a light comedy hoping that would help ease you and distract you from whatever horrors you had faced in your sleep.

You came out of the bathroom now dressed in your comfiest pajamas. You smiled at Angel who looked comfortable in your bed.

“Is this okay?” He asked. He wasn’t sure if you would be okay with this but he didn’t think you wanted to be alone. “I can move to the couch.”

“No, it’s perfect.” You flicked the light switch off then joined him in bed. You turned to him, the two of you just barely not touching. You chewed on your lip as you mustered the courage to ask him for what you really wanted. “Do you think you could hold me?”

Angel didn’t hesitate as he wrapped his arm around you pulling you to him. You sighed, relaxing into him while you snuggled close. It wasn't long before you drifted back to sleep in his arms.

You never wanted Angel to let you go and if he had it his way he never would.

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cartoonus-maximus · 2 years

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My thoughts, notes, and a few rogue theory noodles on “Fazbear Frights #8: Gumdrop Angel” ...

I gotta say, I both love and hate that cover. I think it’s a great image, and I love the artwork by itself, but it somehow manages to both spoil the entire ending of the story while also not accurately depicting it. So... I really like it, but I also wish they’d used something else. :/

Oh, and y’know what?... I’m gonna warn you outright, right now: the first two stories deal with body horror, and the third one talks a lot about abuse, mental trauma, and severe physical injuries. In general, I don’t feel the need to put many warnings on these things because I’m already talking about FNAF and most people who are interested already know what to expect, but I included enough about them in my notes that I just want to warn anyone beforehand.

That aside, let’s get into it.

Spoilers under the cut, obviously.

(image: Barbie fruit gummy snacks)

"Gumdrop Angel"

- The story opens up with someone named Angel, who can't move or speak, and is stuck inside a wooden box of some sort and covered with some sort of sticky gunk. But, apparently we're getting ahead of ourselves... - 18-year-old Angel feels trapped at Freddy Fazbear's, and her inner monologue vents out every frustration held by anyone who has ever worked at a children's venue: it's loud, the colors are too bright and headache-inducing, and it's all designed to wind up the already too excited kids. - We learn that Angel has never had a birthday party, due to being raised by a financially unstable single parent, and part of her is jealous that her new stepsister is getting one at Freddy's. Angel feels nothing but resentment for each family member - her mother is "a self-centered gold-digger," her father (who left before she was born) was weak and worthless, her new stepdad Myron is only worthwhile when he's paying for stuff (but he isn't paying for her college tuition, so he's out), and her new 5-year-old stepsister Ophelia is an annoying little brat. - Angel's mother has curly blonde hair and blue eyes, and spends more time on making herself pretty than she has ever spent with her daughter. (Sucky self-centered mom who only cares about looks and money alert!) Her name is apparently Bianca. - (Her mom reminds me a lot of Clara from the 'Immortal and the Restless' shorts, tbh, only truly obnoxious and mean-spirited.) - It's interesting that both the mom and stepsister have names relating to Shakespeare plays: Ophelia is a prominent character in "Hamlet," and Bianca is in "The Taming of the Shrew." - Ugh. The parents legitimately suck. I thought Angel was just being melodramatic, but no, they're awful people. - Ophelia is a baby horse girl. Since she wanted her birthday party to be at Freddy's, which is apparently her favorite restaurant, and also wanted it to be horse-themed, Stepdad Myron actually argued with the Freddy's manager to try to make a horse-themed party (Freddy's doesn't have any horse characters, sir...) - "[Ophelia] grinned, showing teeth stained with pizza sauce and looking for all the world like a cannibal." (Foreshadowing, methinks?) - When Ophelia gets pizza sauce in Angel's hair, Angel escapes the children's party by heading to the bathroom, and runs into an attractive male employee. The guy smiles at her, then takes her hand and leads her out of the main room, taking her to help her clean the pizza sauce off herself. (Angel herself finds it weird that she just instinctively follows the guy and obeys his every command.) The guy introduces himself as Dominic, and he's apparently the assistant manager. He hits on her the entire time he helps her. Happy for the attention, Angel vents to him about her family, and asks where he goes to school, finding out that he attends a "school for brainiacs." - Dominic manages to ask her out before his manager (a woman named Nancy) calls him into the kitchen. When exchanging numbers, Dominic says he doesn't have to write hers down, and that he has a good memory. - Angel wants to get into a performing arts school, and wants to be an actor, singer, and dancer. She thinks it's cute when she sees Dominic sing and dance with the kids at Freddy's. - The animatronics help little Ophelia blow out all 5 of her candles; Angel's inner monologue makes it clear that the robots *do* in fact blow air from their mouth, snuffing the candles. - For the finale of the birthday party, little Ophelia is brought up onto the stage, where a gummy candy statue of a little girl is lowered down the stage. The gummy moves around wildly, as though dancing, and is referred to a "the Yummy Gummy." The announcer says that the kids are free to eat the candy child, but that "only the birthday girl (Ophelia) can eat the gumdrop nose." - The gummy continues to move wildly around as the kids eat it. Angel assumes the gummy is some sort of robotic treat, and finds it weird that the Freddy's employees keep it moving while the kids are eating it. - Ophelia gets sick from all the candy, and decides to take her candy gumdrop nose home with her instead of eating it at the restaurant. - Angel can't wait to head for college, toward her own life and away from this family she feels trapped in. - Stepdad Myron gifts little Ophelia both a pony and a horse (yes! live animals! that she can't even take care of yet!), which angers Angel, since Myron refuses to spend a single cent on her that he doesn't have to. She's going to college on a scholarship and loans, she doesn't have a car, and even has the smallest bedroom in her stepdad's literal mansion, despite there being many rooms available for her (she was assigned this room by her mom and stepdad). - Angel gets into a fight with her stepdad and mother about her college tuition. On the way to hide in her room, she sees into Ophelia's room - Ophelia is playing with her horse toys, but her uneaten 'gumdrop nose' is sitting with her treasure collection on her dresser. Enraged, Angel breaks into Ophelia's room and grabs and eats the candy, causing Ophelia is scream and cry. She goes to hide in her room as the parents come to tend to Ophelia, feeling satisfied with herself. - Angel is extremely itchy during the night, and her skin now has enflamed bumps and ridges, and she worries that she has a rash. Her skin feels gummy. As she looks at herself in a mirror, the bumps spread. - She tries to clean herself, but her skin only gets worse, becoming weirdly spongy and colorful, reminding her of a gumdrop candy. She thinks it looks like colorful scales are sprouting out of her skin. - Angel calls Dominic, hissing at him angrily that "that place" (she means Freddy's) is responsible for making her sick, and asking him what he "did to her." After she mentions the "jelly scales" on her body, Dominic gets strangely quiet, and then just tells her to come to Freddy's right now, promising to explain everything to her. As he speaks, Angel feels herself relax, and dutifully moves to do as he says. - "No good came from Freddy's." Well, that's true. - Angel turns off the house alarms and breaks into the garage, climbing into her mom's sports car to get to Freddy's. She notices that she's suddenly shorter now. - She gets catcalled at a red light, but is too distracted by the strange, filmy mucus-like secretion covering her fingers. - Dominic meets her in front of Freddy's and ushers her to the back. Angel can't help but notice how creepy the place looks at night, and how eerie and "unfriendly" the characters look. - Dominic is the only person at Freddy's right now, and is here pretty late at night. (Could he be a night guard? Do the manager / assistant manager staff handle night guard duties when they don't have one?) - Angel is having trouble seeing, and her legs don't want to move properly. When Dominic speaks to her, she can't hear him properly, or understand the words. Thinking is getting harder and harder, too. - Dominic tells her he's going to put her "into something that will help her." He leads her to a shiny wooden box, and Angel immediately feels that the box is "pretty" and "safe," and wants to be "kept warm and safe inside." She no longer cares how she came to be this way, and she tries to thank Dominic for bringing her here. - "[Angel] wanted to tell [Dominic] it was okay. She was in the box now! It was her box! It belonged to her, and she belonged to it." - Distressed and crying, Dominic puts her in the box, telling that "it will just be a few hours at most." He promises not to leave her, and then asks her if she "feels anything," before telling her to "close her eyes," promising her that "it will be over soon." He touches around at her face as she falls asleep. - Angel wakes up a few hours later, awoken by the sound of screaming children, and we get the segment from the opening of this story. She's still in the box, and her body has completely changed, but she's thinking clearly again. She realizes her mouth is covered with something, forcibly held shut, and she feels like something has been jammed into/up her nose. - Just as she gets the idea that she's being suspended in the air, she's lowered out of the box. The sounds of children screaming gets louder, and she can hear the singing and music of the Freddy Fazbear's animatronics stage show. - Now in control of her body again, Angel begins kicking and flailing her arms and legs, trying to escape wherever she is. She feels like there's something attached to her head, holding her upright and puppeteering her body as she's lowered down. - The new birthday girl, a girl named Julie, takes the first bite out of the "Yummy Birthday Gummy" Angel. - So, while Angel herself isn't a stand-in for Charlie (Henry's daughter, who becomes the Marionette), her story shares some of the same beats. She's killed at Freddy's, by someone she trusted (Dominic for Angel, William for Charlie), and is kept in a box where she is soothed and falls asleep, and is then puppeteered around for a child's birthday party. She also loves music, and constantly sings to herself as a way of relaxing, which is similar to how the Marionette can be kept from attacking by playing music. - I dunno. A girl went into a box and my brain immediately said "... Charlie?" because it seems like she's always being put into boxes across the franchise. But, like I said, Angel isn't a stand-in for Charlie, and I don't think this was meant to be Charlie's story (the pieces don't fit well enough for that), but it shares a few similarities. - Ugh. Scott and his team are really good at writing terrible parents. For their sakes, I hope it doesn't come from personal experiences. - Dominic is interesting, and there's a lot of odd details called out about him. He's management at Freddy's, and is apparently In The Know about the company's tendency to make children disappear, and doesn't seem to be at all bothered by it until it affects the girl he was trying to ask out. He goes to a school for really smart people apparently, is naturally good with kids, and has an oddly soothing voice that compells Angel to follow him and obey him every time he speaks. He also might be the night guard, and when he and Angel exchange phone numbers to call each other, he gives her the number for the Freddy's building, telling her that he's always there, and he's apparently the person who answers the phone well into the night. - Huh.... After typing all that out, now I'm realizing that Dominic just sounds like a younger version of Phone Guy. Could also be Phone Dude? Not sure that's intentional, though. - I'm not going to spend too much time on the whole "kids getting turned into candy" thing, partially because (I believe) it's a thing that only happens in this story, and doesn't affect the greater FNAF world, and also because I think it's just a stand-in scenario for the kids going missing/getting killed/becoming the animatronics anyway. Angel even thinks the Birthday Gummy at Ophelia's party is a puppet or animatronic at first. - Also just going to throw out that Angel's mom is literally the 8th self-absorbed/dangerously neglectful mother we've seen out of this series, and the 5th mom who is obsessed with makeup and her looks. Not all the women/mothers in the FNAF world are like this, so it's not solely lazy writing, but there's definitely a pattern developing here of "moms who spend more time on their own face than on their children." - Also a pattern of abusive stepdads/foster fathers. :( - Really just sucky parents in general. (William, why are you killing the kids when you could be making yourself useful and killing these good for nothing parents? C'mon, man! /jk)

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"Sergio's Lucky Day"

- Sergio is an architect, and was apparently a 'phenom' about numbers and spatial relations as a child - he just got named project manager on a big project, which means a promotion, a new office all to himself, and also means that he's going to be working overnight in the office in the coming weeks - Sergio's girlfriend, Violet, also works at the same design firm that he does; they've been dating for almost a year - Sergio has a hard time reading people's true intentions (same, man, same..) - for reasons Sergio doesn't know/understand, he feels both excited for his new promotion, as well as a strange sense of depression - Violet doesn't have any of the same interests as Sergio, and he often finds himself lying to her because he thinks he needs to appease her; she also flirts with any and all men that enter her view, which bothers/worries him - The new job does not go as well as he had hoped it would - it's frustrating, doesn't pay as much as he thought it would, and isn't much better than his previous position - He doesn't get as much time off work anywhere, and no longer has time to cook himself or sleep normally, and he's starting to gain weight fast from all the take out he's eating and his inability to work out regularly - his luck at life in general takes a sharp downward turn, and everything gets irritating. The old woman who lives in the apartment next to his keeps nosing into his life, the neighbor above him dances loudly late into the night, and Violet keeps pestering him to spend more and more time with her doing things he doesn't enjoy. - his car breaks down on the drive home, and he ends up walking in the rain to get assistance. He trips over a garbage bag, and a Balloon Boy figurine comes out of the bag. This BB is holding a balloon in one hand, and a sign reading "I'm a lucky boy!" in the other; he also says these words when Sergio makes a comment about it. The rain stops when Sergio lays eyes on BB. - BB introduces itself as "My name is Lucky!" and says a few other short phrases, including "It's lucky to be Lucky!" and "It's your lucky day!" and the standard BB giggle. - Sergio makes it to a gas station / mechanic's garage, and pays to have his car towed and repaired. While there, he is asked by the clerk if he wants to buy a lottery ticket, and, after Lucky BB has announced "It's your lucky day!," Sergio shrugs and buys a ticket. - The next day, Sergio learns that he got a winning ticket. After taxes, he has $600,000 to himself. - Learning that from the mechanic that his car will need a complete overhaul, Sergio wonders if he should have it repaired or buy a new one. Lucky BB pipes up to tell him that "You deserve good things!" and "You deserve to have your dreams come true!" Sergio takes this to mean that he should buy his dream car, and Lucky BB tells him outright "You should buy a flashy sportscar!" So... Sergio does. - Sergio: "What kind of watch should I buy?" Lucky BB, without missing a beat: "You deserve bling!" - Violet gets mad when she learns that Sergio won the lottery and didn't buy her anything; Sergio doesn't care, preferring instead to show his new gold watch to Lucky Boy BB, who tells him "You look impressive!" - Sergio has a friend/co-worker named Clive, who's much more chill and supportive about Sergio's work efforts and lottery winnings than anyone else - Clive, warning Sergio not to do anything stupid with his money: "Don't cut off your nose to spite your face!" (Ooh, and there's the foreshadowing!) - Sergio's new sportscar get stolen on his first day of using it. - He gets into fights with multiple apartment neighbors. Lucky Boy BB tells him to buy his own house, specifically a fixer-upper that he can design and fix up however his architect heart desires. Sergio loves the idea. - As Sergio looks to Lucky Boy BB for more and more answers, he breaks up with Violet, buys a new truck, and quits the firm he works for to start up his own design business. - His laugh starts to sound like Ballon Boy's giggle. He also accidentally says "I'm a lucky boy!" when talking to Clive at one point. - He starts talking to Claire, a real estate agent friend of his, and looking for a property to turn into his dream home / business. She shows him an old factory warehouse that's in a residential area, and backs up right into some regular neighborhoods and a forested area. (!!!! That location sounds familiar....!!) - At Lucky Boy's prodding, Sergio decides to ask Claire out for dinner, and further consults the toy boy about where to take her for dinner. He then decides that, since Lucky BB is always telling Sergio that Sergio deserves to be treated better, that he should treat Lucky BB better too, since the little toy is so helpful and always in his corner. So, he takes Lucky BB to dinner as well. Claire thinks Lucky BB is a little strange, but the date seems to go well anyway. - As Sergio puts more and more work into his new building project, he consults Lucky BB more and more, asking the little toy about every little decision he could possibly make. When Sergio worries that he's running out of money now that he's actually having to add up how much work will have to go into this building project, Lucky BB tells him to ask his father for a loan; Sergio's father is an Italian businessman, and a wealthy one at that. His father agrees, but under the stipulation that Sergio will either pay him back within a certain time or Sergio will have to come do work for his father. - Sergio breaks up with Claire because Lucky BB suggests Claire isn't good enough for him. They get into a fight while driving in his truck, and he wrecks his truck when Claire threatens to throw Lucky BB out the window. - Claire leaves the building project, and the head contractor leaves with her. This sets back his building project by quite a bit. - Sergio receives an invitation to his high school reunion, and wonders if Sophia, the girl he was into in high school (who has now become his "dream girl"), will attend. - Lucky BB now has his own pillow on Sergio's bed, and is literally consulted about everything from Sergio's building project to what Sergio should eat for lunch. - Sergio asks Lucky BB what he should do to prepare for his high school reunion if he wants to wow his former classmates and potentially impress his dream girl. He expresses that his ears are "too big," and, understanding that Sergio's ears don't make him happy, BB tells Sergio that he's "better off without them! Get rid of what you don't need!" and "You deserve perfection!" - Sergio sits down with Lucky BB to make a list of everything he wants to change about himself. BB tells him "Hair is overrated!" and "Cut [your nose] to fit! That's the rule!" and other weird comments. (I'm... honestly not sure if Balloon Boy really knows what he's saying during this point. Or at any point in the story, really. Mostly, he just seems to say whatever he thinks Sergio wants to hear, or he repeats things Sergio says and Sergio inserts whatever meaning he wants into it. So, when Sergio starts complaining about his looks, in the same way he complains about his car or his furniture, BB just tells him the same thing he's said about those other things: scrap what you don't like and start over.) - Sergio gets out a set of kitchen knives, building materials and tools, and a sewing kit. ( 0_0 !!! ) While we're thankfully not given a description of what Sergio does to himself, exactly, the list he made with Lucky BB earlier implies that he cuts off his ears, cuts off his eyelids, scalps himself, saws his legs in half and reconnects them with added wood beams to make himself taller, carves chunks off his lips, cuts off parts of his nose, and literally trims the fat of his stomach. - Sergio arrives at his high school reunion, ready to show off his new look. The entire crowd stares at him in silent horror for several seconds, and then the screaming begins. Comically, Sergio doesn't realize that they're reacting to him, and he spends several beats looking around to see what upsetting sight has got his former classmates in an uproar. He also gets confused when he sees a trail of blood, bits of flesh, and pieces of body parts on the floor behind him - he legitimately doesn't realize that the trail is being left by him, and instead wonders where the venue cleaners are. - Also, he brought Lucky Boy BB to his high school reunion, and even set the toy up in its own seat. Y'know, like a *normal person* would do... - And uh, yeah... That's where the story ends. - So there's a couple interesting things. The most important one I think is that the building Sergio buys to renovate is described as 'an old factory warehouse that's located in a residential area, right up against some suburban neighborhoods.' This is how Dr. Talbert's warehouse is described in the epilogues, so I think it might be the same building, and that Talbert eventually purchases it sometime after Sergio is no longer the owner. - But also interesting: 1) Sergio loses himself through interactions with BB, and slowly dissociates more and more from his own body and self, to the point where he doesn't feel pain and might actually forget to eat if BB didn't remind him, and 2) BB doesn't seem to have any ill-intentions. Heck, BB may not *have* any intentions at all, since he doesn't seem super sentient. He's just sentient enough to speak/understand human language, but not necessarily the full meanings behind the words. Like in "Fetch," Fetch understood Greg's words and their definitions, but not the true intentions.

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"What We Found"

- So you know how "Lonely Freddy" was just FNAF4, rearranged and retold? This story is FNAF3 rearranged and retold. - our new main dude is Hudson, who is the newly hired security guard of the still-unopened attraction, Fazbear's Fright; this job is both days and nights, which means Hudson is in the building almost all the time, mostly just standing or walking around looking at things - Hudson is 23 years old, and is described as "gangly" and "6 foot 1" - his granny makes/uses voodoo dolls - "How did something that started so right become so wrong?" - Hudson is afraid of the Freddy's animatronics (like screaming and running scared), which his coworkers make fun of him for - there's both a real security office and a fake one in the Fazbear's Fright attraction; the real office is full of monitors, and has a door which can be closed and locked, while the fake one is furnished with actual pieces from the original restaurants - the fake security office is part of the ride. Since "Fazbear's Fright" is about the murder-filled history of the Freddy Fazbear restaurant chain, there's a fake security office set up to include how none of the restaurant's security staff ever saw/did anything about the terrible acts happening in their own building - (Random but important distinction: the horror attraction, both in this story and in FNAF3, is called "Fazbear's Fright," singular and relating to a specific character, while this book series is called "Fazbear Frights," plural and relating to the Fazbear Entertainment company as a whole.) - This iteration of Fazbear's Fright is set up to actually resemble a Freddy's restaurant, with full-size statue replicas of the animatronics on a stage area, a full dining room, a kitchen, and an arcade area, in addition to the 'security office' and a handful of hallways, closets, and back rooms. It doesn't really sound like the FNAF3 location, but instead makes me think of the FNAF1 location, but with tracks for the ride running through it. - There are rats in the building. They're domesticated rats, straight from a pet store, and have little cubby holes and feeding spots hidden throughout the building. - Hudson asks the managers why the vents are so big, but doesn't get an answer. - Hudson's coworkers are Barry and Dwayne, his childhood friends. They're going to join the navy, while Hudson feels trapped in life. - (Apparently the guy's name is spelled "Duane," and I misspell it all throughout my notes. That's what I get for listening to the audiobook, I guess.) - Hudson's father died when he was young, and his mother remarried to a "ridiculous" man named Lewis, who Hudson was severely abused by (and also neglected by his mother) all through his high school years; because of his terrible home life, Hudson's school life suffered as well, and now he struggles to even make it through the day or hold a job. - (Abusive stepdad Lewis is probably named after Dawko, one of The go-to youtubers for FNAF content, but thankfully that's all the two have in common.) - Hudson's dad, Stephen, was a great husband and father, but suffered severe mental illness. He ran a small business in town, and when it tanked, he took his own life, leaving his wife and son, in Hudson's eyes, "easy prey for a monster like Lewis." - Hudson was severely bullied at school throughout his middle and high school years. His stepfather beat and berated him every day, and when his grades began to reflect his deteriorating health, his teachers, rather than help him, would also bully and abuse him. The teacher who stands out the most in Hudson's mind is Mr. Atkin, who would berate him and call him names in front of the class for his failing grades. - When Hudson was 18, his home caught fire during the night, and, although he survived, his mother and stepfather did not. Hudson claims he didn't start the fire (just call him Billy Joel!), but has been the prime suspect in the arson investigation ever since. - Most people who know Hudson apparently "hate him on sight" for this reason, and believe that he murdered his own mother and stepfather. - Another coworker is a lady named Faith, whom Hudson has a crush on. She works in the design/decorating part of setting up the attraction, and is also knowledgeable about machinery. She builds an animatronic feature into the attraction's fake dining room, which shows a door opening and a robotic adult's hand reaching out to discreetly pull a robot child out of sight. Hudson thinks that's incredibly disturbing. - Faith finds out about the fire incident, and stops talking to Hudson, believing, same as everyone else, that he's a killer. She starts dating Barry instead, which hurts Hudson a lot. - Hudson doesn't like kids, and enjoys bullying/scaring them when he can. - He hates mirrors, and specifically doesn't like his own reflection. - Hudson still has all of the lingering physical effects of his stepfather's beatings, in addition to the mental and emotional effects. - "Pirate's Cove" was in the dining room in the original restaurant. I've never been good at keeping track of what's where in the games, so I'm not sure off the top of my head if this is correct, but it was news to me. - Hudson's boss is Vergil, an older man who wears sweater his wife knits for him. - There's still no functioning phone system in the Fazbear's Fright building. It hasn't been installed yet. - Hudson's Granny Foster lives downtown, in an old warehouse that's been converted into residential apartments. She claims to be able to sense the future, a trait that Hudson may have inherited (in addition to his father's mental instability). - Granny Foster warns Hudson to leave his security job at Fazbear's, but it's the best paying job Hudson can land and keep, so he's loathe to leave it, despite his own bad feelings about the place. - Hudson comes into work one day to find Barry and Dwayne unloading a "coffin-sized wooden crate." They tell him that, whatever is in the crate, was apparently found in a hidden room in one of the old Fazbear's restaurants, and that Faith is really excited about it. They're very excited to show him "what they found." (Springtrap has entered the building. I repeat, Springtrap has entered the building!) - Barry and Dwayne express their concern for Hudson's fragile mental state and his fears of the building they work in, but Dwayne warns Hudson that he's only going to reap bad thoughts if all he sows are bad thoughts. (Self-fulfilling prophecy.) Barry tells Dwayne to stfu, and Hudson ignores both of them. - Alone in the building that night, Hudson decides to face the new animatronic rabbit, even though it terrifies him. To his horror, he realizes that there's a body inside the animatronic. - "This was a rabbit that would never be cuddled by any child. It shouldn't be *seen* by any child, either!" - Hudson hears the animatronic rabbit speak, but it speaks in the Southern accent that his mean-spirited teacher Mr. Atkin had. The thing berates him, telling him that it "would explain all this to him, if only [Hudson] weren't too stupid to understand." - Deciding it's all in his head, since he frequently has similar episodes, Hudson drags himself away from the animatronic rabbit and goes back to his usual security rounds. But, in the main room, he sees the statue replica's of the Fazbear characters open their mouths and start singing. While he's distracted, Hudson is attacked by something from behind, which triggers a memory of himself getting beaten around by his stepdad. When Hudson gets his bearings again, he sees that he's alone in the room. He's still injured though, and an arcade game that he was pushed into is damaged. - Hudson picks up a hammer, deciding to use it as a weapon. - He notices that the animatronic rabbit is missing now, despite it being attached to a wall earlier. - Hudson is dragged around through the bathroom by phantom hands, his head forced into a toilet, and he hears the voices of his school bullies laughing at his misery. He fights back and finally opens his eyes again, forcing himself out of the hallucinations of his past. - Angrily, Hudson begins yelling into the air around him, asking the building what it wants from him. He picks up his hammer again and starts to leave, and is startled when he hears someone laughing at him. Looking up, Hudson finds Springtrap looking down at him from an opening in the ceiling vent, laughing at him. Hudson hurls the hammer up at him, then climbs up into the vents, giving chase against the rabbit thing. - While only a handful of hallucinations in, Hudson is already losing grip on reality, and is having a hard time remembering where he is - searching for a missing animatronic in Fazbear's Fright, hiding from school bullies, or hiding from his stepdad in his mom's house. Everything is bleeding together for him, and he's kind of just... crawling through the vents after Springtrap, giggling to himself for no reason. - He runs into several animatronic heads in the vent system, for some reason, each one a different character from the Freddy's restaurants. - The parts of a Chica animatronic come together from where they've been scattered throughout different packing boxes, forming enough of Chica for her to grab onto Hudson and refuse to let go. Hudson hears Faith's voice speak to him when he looks at the re-assembled Chica parts holding him, her voice repeating over and over "I like you." He begins hallucinating Faith in place of Chica. - Backstage, Hudson throws Chica off of himself, and she flies back, landing in a pile of other animatronic parts. The other animatronic parts come to life, and proceed to rip her apart, reminding Hudson of piranha fish. - The kitchen is a real kitchen, allowing them to cater to connecting party venues. Hudson heads there next, looking to arm himself with some cooking knives. He continues to hear Mr. Atkin's voice berate him at every turn, calling him "stupid" with regular intervals. - Hudson realizes that his ring of keys is missing, and he must have lost it somewhere during his hallucinations. - Hudson is attacked by animatronic mouths that waterfall out of a vent shaft, not attached to anything, and hears Mr. Atkin's voice coming from the assorted mouths. The mouths circle him and begin relentlessly attacking him with words. Hudson can't tell what's real and what's not, and begins to babble, cry, and wet himself when the evil mouths begin to jumping onto him, biting at him and climbing all over him. - Hudson slowly comes back to himself after awhile of rocking and crying on the floor. There are no mouths, and there's no evidence of anything that's happening being real. But, just as Hudson begins to get his bearings again, something grabs him, and he's forced back into another memory, reliving being beaten by his stepdad. His wrist is broken in the process, mirroring the injury his stepdad had given him years ago. - Animatronic parts point and laugh at Hudson as he lays on the floor. Their arms wave his weapons around, showing how hopelessly disarmed he is. - Springtrap walks around in the background while Hudson slowly drags himself back to reality. Hudson panics when he sees that the rabbit animatronic is walking toward the butcher knife that he abandoned, and forces his injured body and fevered brain to work well enough to get to the knife before the rabbit does. He gets himself cut by the knife, and remembers his stepdad cutting him with a knife years ago, and starts to run through the halls screaming. - Hudson is extremely confused, and, while he gets the idea that Springtrap cut him with the knife, he isn't sure if that's what happened or if he cut himself while in the throes of acting out the awful memories circling around in his head. Uncertainly, he starts to tend to his assorted injuries, then tries to figure out how to leave this building. - Springtrap looks out at Hudson from behind the curtains of Pirate's Cove, and Hudson starts running again. As he reaches the first hallway, he sees Springtrap hanging on the wall, right where it's supposed to be, looking as though it has never moved. - Hudson makes it to the front lobby and gift shop of the attraction, making temporary bandages for himself by using kitchen towels and Chica-themed headbands from the gift shop. - He suffers through more hallucinations of his deceased stepfather abusing him, and gets thrown into the wall, pain lancing across his entire back. He doesn't see any attacker, although he mentally attributes his attack to Springtrap. - He tries to make it to the front door of the attraction, only to find it blocked and guarded by an army of plushies. (This is also a mimicry of a sad moment from his childhood, when Lewis used Hudson's own toys to trap him in his room for hours.) - Looking back into the kitchen, Hudson's fevered mind thinks he'll "be safe from Lewis in the fireplace." He associates fire with his granny and with safety, so that's where this is coming from. - "Heat purges. Fire heals." - Hudson climbs into one of the industrial ovens in the kitchen, and closes it behind him. He slowly remembers how he had stolen Lewis's lighter on the night of the fire, and admits to himself that, although by accident, he actually *did* set his own home on fire, causing serious injury to himself and killing his mother and stepfather. He also begins hallucinating his granny's voice from somewhere, and thinks she sounds sad. - The oven kicks on somehow, and Hudson is unable to get out. - Dwayne and Barry come in to work a few hours later, now that it's morning. They're immediately alarmed when they don't see Hudson anywhere, and they smell something burning. Nothing is out of place (letting us know that Hudson didn't experience anything real at all during the night). They follow the strange smell to the kitchen, and the story ends before they reach it. - ... Okay, there's a lot to unpack here. Basically, what I think happens, is that William's body (Springtrap) is found, but he's either dormant inside or he's truly dead, but, due to the nature of his death and how this world seems to work, his Remnant and Agony are still clinging to him. (Remember, these are physical things in this world, and can be passed between people via close proximity / touch.) Springtrap is put on display, and many people touch it and move it around, but Hudson is the only one to check inside the animatronic and touch William's actual corpse. - I think that, because of this contact, Hudson picked up some of William's residual Agony or Remnant, one of the two, and it interacted with his trauma-fueled mind, bringing all of his fears and terrors to life for a Hellish two hours straight. Hudson loses all grip on reality partway through the story, but even *he* knows that most of what's happening is freaky visual hallucinations, drawn from his fears of the animatronics around him, and audio hallucinations, drawn from his memories and traumatic past. - Furthermore, I think that, when Hudson kills himself by climbing into an active oven (unclear if he turned it on himself or not), his released Agony may, in turn, reawaken William, who is the only other un-alive person nearby and that Agony has to go somewhere. (This is just my speculation for the order of events. Take it or leave it.) - So, it's possible that, if a person is already prone to episodic hallucinations or suffers from PTSD (like Hudson here), exposure to Agony/Remnant can worsen the problems to ridiculous degrees. (Which is interesting, since William, Michael, and Crying Child Afton all seem prone to hallucinations in the games, and are also exposed to Agony/Remnant. This theory could explain some of why they all seem to hallucinate so vividly, Mike in FNAF3, CC in FNAF4, and William in Sister Location.) - For a hot second there I thought Hudson would turn out to be a stand-in for Henry's son from the novels, Sammy. The story started talking about Hudson's father "running a local small business" and "taking his own life when it tanked," which made me think of Henry's story from the original novels. So I thought Hudson could be a stand-in for Sammy, who survives William's initial killing spree but falls victim to the man at a later date, but now I don't think that's the case. I think Hudson is just another unfortunate employee for Fazbear's Entertainment, and another victim of this terrible company's work. - ... But it *is* interesting that the two characters from this book that gave me vague Henry's kids vibes (Angel and Hudson) similarly suffer from an emotionally absent mom and an abusive stepfather. I don't think it means anything, lore-wise, but it's an interesting coincidence. - Also, it's worth noting that Springtrap isn't alive/mobile at all during the story. He's a red herring. Hudson injures himself while unintentionally recreating injuries he remembers being inflicted upon him years before, and then blames those injuries on the animatronic that scares him the most: Springtrap. But, much like in the actual FNAF3 game, ol' Willy boy isn't an actual threat. - William, hanging from a wall, (assuming he's at all awake/aware of what's around him), watching a grown man night guard run around crying, screaming, and injuring himself: "... Nope. Not getting involved."

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"Book 8 Epilogue"

- Det. Larson wakes up in the hospital, after the Stitchwraith fixed him up and ran off. He's being tended to by a dark-haired, green-eyed nurse named Anita Starlight with a chipper attitude, who tells him he had a bad infection and has been through a surgery. She tells him his infection was strange, but apparently died off from the heat of whatever cauterized his stomach wound. The doctor comes in, but he doesn't have any explanation for the infection. - The Stitchwraith has left a hand-sized burn on Larson's abdomen. - Unable to go back to work, Larson spends his days with his son, Ryan. - Larson had previously assumed that the Stitchwraith was possessed by William Afton, but now rethinks his assumption. He doesn't know who or what the Stitchwraith is, but he thinks it might be on his side. - Larson's physical injuries are healing, but he's starting to have weird mental episodes, during which he's seeing visions of past events from his youth. In the background of each of these episodes is a strange ball pit that's sitting somewhere in an abandoned building, and he feels like he's laying at the bottom of the ball pit himself, covered in something gross and sticky and the plastic balls sticking to him. He also smells pizza all the time. - The Freddy's animatronics floor show used to include altered versions of '80s radio hits. This has nothing to do with anything, but I thought it was a fun little detail. - Larson decides to hunt down this ball pit. He spends several days searching through old restaurants and arcades, looking for the ball pit that keeps plaguing his thoughts. He finally finds it in the old shambles of what used to be "Jeff's Pizza" (from "Into the Pit"). He's more surprised that the thing actually exists than that he found it. - He realizes that some of the balls in the ball pit have decades old blood on them, and decides to take them as evidence to study further. - (I think what we're going to eventually learn is that Andrew is connected to the ball pit somehow - either that's where he died or that's where his body was hidden - and Andrew is trying to communicate with Larson via these visions, or something.) - Meanwhile, Stitchwraith Jake is happy because he's found a bigger, warmer cloak to keep himself hidden in. It's been over a week since the battle against the Afton Amalgamation, and the loss of Andrew, and Jake is very sad and lonely without his spiritual roommate. - Jake is thrown against a homeless man when he tries to avoid being seen by a police squad car, and, after a moment of panic, is pleasantly surprised when his touch doesn't kill the man. Instead, he finds himself inside the man's mind, seeing all of his memories. He smiles when he sees the man's memories of spending time with his wife and kids, but then almost cries when he sees the man's memories of the car crash that killed his entire family. Wanting to help the man with his grief, Jake wills one of the happy memories to become the prominent memory in the man's mind. Jake accomplishes this by imagining the happy day memory "filling up like a balloon." (Like how the children's Happiest Day endings are always depicted with balloons.) - When police officers come looking too close, Jake slips through a small door in a brick wall behind him, and ends up in a storage room of some kind. Inside, he finds another homeless person, this one a teenage girl with long red-brown hair and unnaturally pale skin. (We later learn she has blue eyes.) He recognizes her as being a drug addict, and decides to leave her his cloak and a drink of clean water. Before he can, two skinny men come into the room, and Jake realizes that they are drug dealers and a threat to the girl on the floor, who apparently owes them money. - Jake acts to defend the girl and, when the men see the Stitchwraith bearing down on them, they begin shaking and begging. Jake is overcome with anger and violent feelings that aren't his own, and throws both men harshly against walls and the floor, and burns one of the men's face. He then gathers the girl in his arms and carries her away, looking to find a safe place to take her. - Later, the drug dealer victims of Jake's end up in the ER, unconscious as their injuries are treated. An ER doctor starts to clean the blood off of one of them, and is alarmed when she sees that someone (Jake) had cut the words "Just say 'no!'" into the man's forehead. - Jake finds an abandoned maintenance shed on the edge of town, and lays the girl inside, blanketing her and letting her rest in safety. He wants to keep her safe, and he stands guard over her while she sleeps. - Something climbs over the shed's walls and room, making metallic sounds. - Interesting that Jake sees a random girl and immediately wants to protect her at all costs, and is willing to land people in the hospital over her. Very out of character for him. - The girl's description made me think of Circus Baby's original design (super pale, red-brown hair, blue eyes). I don't know if that's important or if it's just a coincidence.

#five nights at freddy's #fazbear frights #a brief analysis #my thoughts

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itsthestutterforme · 3 years

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Sacrifices (Supernatural)

Summary: Y/N copes after Crowley sacrifices himself// mentions of death and depression

Characters: Crowley x reader, Dean x reader, Angry!Sam x reader

"What else is needed for the spell?" Crowley asks me. "Just one thing. The hardest thing. The sacrifice of a soul," you answer. We were in the endgame now. We needed to kill Lucifer before he could corrupt Jack anymore than he already did.

Dean, Sam, Cas and Mary worked to distract Lucifer while you and Crowley worked on the spell. Crowley stares at you a little longer than what you're used to.

Which leads you to think that something went wrong or something is about to go wrong. "What happened?" "Nothing happened," "Then why are you staring at me?" "Because I love you."

You stop doing the spell for a moment and lock eyes with him. "I love you too," he finds a sense of relief in your words. Love isnt something that was reciprocated to him before.

"What is this about, Crowley?" "Just make sure the spell is ready." You eye him skeptically and after a few seconds, you knew what he was going to do.

He stands up to walk away, you hold him back by the hand. You stand up and wrap your arms around him. He slowly wraps his arms around waist and you tighten your grip aroubd him.

"I'm proud of you." He squeezes you and kisses the top of your head before pulling away. You watch with wide eyes when Crowley walks up to Lucifier. "You know you can't beat me, Crowley." "I know," he says.

Crowley looks at you before stabbing himself with the demon blade. "No!" you yell. The light flashes in his face before he falls to the ground. His soul is sucked into the spell you were conducting the spell in.

Tears swell in your eyes and you whisper one last incantation and the rip between worlds was starting the shrink. Cas and Mary continued to fight Lucifer and you rush over to pick up Crowley.

You place his body across your shoulder blades and hold one of his legs and arms to keep him steady. Sam and Dean let me go through first. You walk a few feet before setting Crowley's body down and kneeling down next to him.

"You deserved better," you say to him before putting a hand on his chest. You lean your back against the porch of the shack and you look to the tree line in attempt to calm down.

More sobs escaped your mouth and you find yourself leaning your forehead against Crowley's. "I don't care what anybody says. You're a big softie. You were anyway,"

"No!" you look up to see Castiel being faced from behind and killed. Dean was the one who screamed. Castiel's body falls to the ground and the next thing I know, Mary is pushing Lucifier into the rip between worlds and it closed behind here.

It seems that everyone is going to grieve today. Sam looks to you but you transport away to United Kingdom to be buried.

Here you are in power surpressing cuffs, staring at a very angry Sam Winchester. Dean was in the very back, standing there quietly with his arms crossed. You haven't Sam this angry or Dean this quiet, it was starting to freak you out.

"What do you mean you can't bring you can't bring her back? I've seen witches revive themselves with different kinds of spells." he says. "Believe me, I tried." you say. Their silence encouraged you to continue.

"I had a best friend once. Someone that I knew for decades. We went to junior high together and we made arrangements to be roommates in college. But then one night, we were coming back from the gym and we were ambushed by a pack of muts. They had her by the throat, and I froze. I didn't utter a word, and they... tore her apart. I brought her corpse to some abandoned warehouse and tried to revive her for hours, and nothing."

"You think that would be the worst part but no. The worst part of all this was when I had to call her mother. I can still hear her screaming," you add as a few tears escape your eyes.

You quickly wipe them away and Sam says, "What you think you can let a few crocodile tears slip and you're off the hook?" "What the hell is wrong with you? I helped all of you out when you needed a witch and couldn't find Rowena anywhere,"

"You're a friend of Crowley's, we don't know you or your moral code." "Watch your mouth. He sacrificed himself for the spell. For you. The Crowley I knew never would have done that." you snap.

"Do you know what it feels like to lose all hope for saving someone because you're scared of breaking your own heart if you fail?" you add. "Yes," Dean finally says.

You and Sam look to him and he adds, "Sammy, I told you that it was best to let Mom go, and you go a kidnap an ally." "She's not an ally," "She helped us keep Lucifier away from Jack. Yes she is," Dean defends.

"You may have given up on Mom, but I won't. I refuse to do that." Sam says before rushing out of the room angrily. Dean walks towards you with the key to the handcuffs. "I understand why he's angry. I don't blame him for that." you say as he unlocks the cuffs and they clatter on the metal table.

Dean doesn't say anything and you stand up to walk out until your feet stops in their tracks. You turn around and grab a chair to sit down. "What are you doing?" "I know that look all too well. You're not doing so good with coping."

"I'm fine," "Look, I know what it's like to have no one. To be alone in a crowded room because you don't want to burden anyone with your emotions." "Bottling things in won't help," you add.

He stares at you but doesn't say a word. "Come on, I know a cheese steak joint that's open 24 hours," you add, holding out your hand. He looks at you hand for a moment before taking your hand into his. You say an incantation and transport yourself to Philadelphia, PA.

Dean's eyes widen as he tries to stabilize himself. "Why does that feel worse than when angels and demons do it?" "I dunno. Different creatures, different abilities." You say with a shrug before walking inside. Dean follows you in and you greet your buddy.

"Long time no see," "I was starting to miss your pretty face in here, pipsqueak," "Keep yappin' and I'll give toss you a knuckle sandwich, ya punk." You tease. "Missed you too, sweetheart." You and Dean sit and you feel his gaze on you when you take a once over of the menu.

"How you holding up?" Dean asks. "I'm holding, but isn't that a question I should be asking you?" You answer. "I'm holding too," "You don't have to open up if you don't want to. But I'm here to listen when you are." You tell him as he meets your gaze. "Hey, Reggy, can I get one of your famous cheesteaks with ex-" "Extra sauce. Of course, baby doll." "Thanks,"

"You seem to have a good relationship with him," Dean says. "Eh, found a loop hole in his cross roads demon deal. Felt indebted to me every since. I just love his cheesteaks. You should try one." You say. "You're different than other witches." "Really? How?" "You know how to appreciate people and make them feel cared for. Crowley, he.. he was better because of you." Dean says.

Your heart sinks when you hear Crowley's name. Reggy comes around with your philly cheesteak and fries. He sets it on the counter and you say thank you. "No problem baby doll," "How's the daughter doin'?" You ask. "Thinking of becoming a lawyer," "Lawyer? Wow," "Yeah, she wants to be where the action is,"

"I can understand that. I'll wish you luck. Tell her I asked for her alright?" "Sure, you want anything buddy?" Reggy asks Dean. "Uh just a coffee, black." Dean answers. "You got it,"

"There a pie joint just down the street if you want to go there instead." "No, I'm okay here. I just.. don't know where to start." Dean says. "Anywhere."

He clasps his hands together and says, "I'm tired, and I'm pissed. I'm pissed that it always has to be me and Sam that has the save the world when it goes to shit." "Why does it have to be you and Sam?"

"Because no one else will. It's always been like that. And there's always another problem after the next and the next and the next. There's no break. It's like we're stuck in a horror movie." Dean runs his hand through his hair and closes his eyes for a moment.

"Things between you and Sam seem pretty tense since.. nevermind. Sorry," you trail off. "Yeah, things are tense. He never got the chance to grow up with Mom. And when she finally came back, he thought he would have the chance, but... She died and he felt like that was stripped from him." "But that only makes more room for pain and grief. You would think I would be used to it by now bu-"

"The day you get used to death, is that day you stop being human. You can't be afraid to love because of the pain. Love and pain are two sides of the same coin." "Sometimes I should I couldn't feel a damn thing." He croaks, trying hard to keep it together.

You reach out and squeeze his hand comfortably. He slowly meets your gaze and you say, "Me neither,"

#dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #supernatural #crowley x reader

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baconwaffle2016 · 3 years

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Melizabeth Week, Day 2: Heaven/Hell

Next part!

Fair warning: Intense language/cussing.

Part 2: The Omen

From Hell

It was a rather ordinary summer night in the English countryside. The weather was rather mild and the atmosphere quiet, for the most part. But don’t let that fool you— just because it feels comfortable, doesn’t mean that the forces of evil are not on the move. They always are; they are everywhere.

Hence why the silence of a quite ordinary cemetery in said countryside is slowly interrupted by the demons that crawl out from Below.

First was a tall and bulky demon, the top of his head nearly consumed by something black and slimy and possibly alive. His beady black eyes glared out in disgust at being on the Earth, his mouth forming into a loathing sneer. He stood tall, despite his hunch; but he made no more movement. After all, the basket he was holding was carrying what most people (at least those who didn’t know any better) would call “precious cargo”.

The next demon to appear was just as monstrous, though instead his mouth was formed into a sadistic smirk. His black eyes landed on the basket his comrade was holding and his smirk grew into a dripping grin.

“Is that it?”

“It is.”

“Can I see it?”

“No!”

“Oh, come on, Aranak—”

“We’re here to deliver it to Meliodas,” snarled Aranak. “Can’t afford to dawdle. Not that we want to anyway.”

Zeno growled, then tore his gaze away to glare. “Where is that idiot anyway? You’d think with how long he’s been here, he’d be able to get here in a snap.”

“He’s driving here.”

“Driving?!”

“I know.”

“You think all those rumors are true then? ‘bout him goin’ native?”

“He’s definitely been up here too long, that’s for sure.” When he heard the faint blast of rock music, Aranak let out a low growl and turned his gaze towards the Bentley driving towards them. “There he is now.”

And there he was, in his Bentley that always played Queen (no matter what CD or cassette was put in)—Meliodas the Serpent, the Worst of the Worst, the Prince of Darkness— the one demon who was sent up to Earth on a simple mission to tempt humanity away from grace and decided to stay. Granted, this alone wasn’t against the rules per se; but it was an odd contention across all demonkind. Of course, many didn’t dare bring this up to the Boss. One could only wonder what He would do to the demon who dared to speak badly against his Favorite™.

Aranak and Zeno watched as Meliodas parked the Bentley and then stepped out with a light slam of the door. He was wearing a sharp suit consisting entirely of black, with a tinge of dark green in the right light, and his face clear of any mold or any other blemishes. Probably the only aspect of him that might attract attention, at least from humans, were the dark sunglasses covering his snake-like green eyes. They saw him run a hand through his blond hair to tousle it before turning to send them a crooked grin. Then he began walking over to them in a perhaps too confident swagger, his hands casually in the pockets of his slacks.

“Hail Satan,” said Aranak with a slight nod.

“Hail Satan,” echoed Zeno, full of vigor.

“Yo, Aranak, Zeno! I never see you guys topside,” greeted Meliodas, his grin still wide. “What’s up?”

Not wanting to waste any more time, let alone on Earth, Aranak lifted his arm and held the basket in view. Meliodas stared at the basket a moment before his entire face went pale.

“No,” he whispered. “Is that…?”

Aranak grinned. “It is.”

“...Already?”

“In eleven years,” Zeno confirmed with a dark chuckle. “Then the seas will boil, the skies will fall, reality itself will crumble—and the second Holy War between Heaven and Hell will begin.”

Meliodas stared at them, his expression now aloof, almost cold. If one looked closer, they might be able to see the movement of his throat as he swallowed hard.

“And you will be the one to deliver it, orders from the Boss,” added Aranak, his smirk growing.

Unable to do anything else, Meliodas stretched his arm out and took the basket. He glanced down at it very briefly before casting a cool look at the other demons. “So, what now?”

“Now we’re done, the rest is on you,” said Zeno, already melting back to Hell, much like the slime covering the toad on his head.

“Further directions will be sent to you,” said Aranak, the slime on his head dripping along the rest of his body until it was covered entirely with mold. Before he disappeared entirely, he sent Meliodas a particular vile snarl. “Don’t fuck it up.”

“Yeah, yeah, tell Zel I say hi.”

He waited a moment more, just to make sure the other demons were certainly gone (for now), and then he stared down at the basket he was holding. Although the basket didn’t move in his grip, he could sense the one inside wriggling around, as one that small is wont to do.

“Fuck.”

From Heaven

It took everything in Elizabeth not to jump out of her seat at the bar as the sushi chef prepared her food in front of her. She watched with bright blue eyes as three fresh pieces of salmon were placed on sushi rice, and then watched as the chef prepared the spicy tuna roll. When he was finally finished, he let out a satisfied sigh and then plated it.

“Here you go, Ms. Liones,” said the chef in Japanese.

“Ah, thank you!” replied Elizabeth, in perfect Japanese. She bowed her head politely and added, “I will enjoy it.”

The chef sent her a bright smile before moving onto his next customer.

Elizabeth almost squealed while staring down at her plate. She took a deep breath, more than content with the smell of fresh fish, ginger, and wasabi, and her mouth immediately watered. She wasted no more time in grabbing her chopsticks and preparing to eat—only to freeze when a very familiar (and unwanted) presence appeared next to her.

“Here you are, Elizabeth. I’ve been looking for you all over the place!”

“Ludociel!” She turned to grace the Archangel with a polite smile. “Fancy seeing you here! To what do I owe the visit?”

Ludociel put on a smile, his eyes remaining closed as always.

“Oh, I was just passing through, wanting to visit one of my very favorite fellow angels!” he said with a pointed nod. “Imagine my surprise when I find you here— and with...what is that?”

“Oh, sushi! It’s fish with rice and seaweed— you dip it in soy sauce!” Elizabeth swallowed hard before lifting her plate. “W-w-would you like to try—?”

“Oh, no. I don’t defile my body with...gross matter. Probably wouldn’t be good for my figure,” he added with a raised eyebrow, again, a gesture that felt pointed.

Under the bar, Elizabeth’s free hand clenched in her lap.

“Was there anything you needed, Ludociel?” she asked.

“I just wanted to give you the news that, although the Almighty has been singing your praises about your work on Earth, well—don’t get too comfortable.”

“...May I ask why?”

“Well, in about eleven years, the Earth will no longer exist!” Ludociel’s wide grin was much like that of a ravenous crocodile. “Armageddon is on the move, and it won’t be long before we have to make preparations.”

Elizabeth was numb as she stared up at him. Sweat gathered along her forehead and dripped down her neck. “P-p-preparations?”

“For the next Holy War, of course! You know, between Heaven and Hell? Like how it’s stated in the Great Plan.”

“A-ah. Of course. The Holy War…”

“The War to Truly End All Wars— it will be glorious.”

“And...what do you need me to do?”

“For now, nothing. We have eleven years to prepare, of course, so we might find use of you near the end times— but for now, just keep doing what you’re doing! This was more of a courtesy call, if anything. After all, you are the one angel who stayed down here the longest.”

“Well, there’s always a lot of Good to be done here. Miracles and such,” Elizabeth explained.

“Yes, yes, and you work splendidly! So, keep doing that. Enjoy what you can,” said Ludociel, again with that pointed smirk. “Again, it won’t last long.”

And with a snap and one Miracle later, Ludociel was gone.

Elizabeth stared at the place where he’d stood, her face pale and her eyes wide with a growing horror. Armageddon...eleven years….

That indeed would not be enough time.

After quickly eating and paying for her meal, Elizabeth found an empty spot on the street and snapped. In a flash, she was back in her bookshop, surrounded by the familiar smells of dust and tea. She nearly ran to grab her phone, and she quickly dialed a number she had come to know all too well.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!”

For the thousandth time that night, Meliodas wanted to slam his head against the steering wheel. With grinding teeth, he glanced at his rear mirror, his gut only growing heavier the more distance he put between himself and the Satanic nunnery where the sisters there would take care of The Switch™. It was an order that he couldn’t have refused, no matter how much the Boss seemed to favor him. For now, he could only hope that these next eleven years would drudge on by, at least enough for him to plan— something.

A certain angel came to mind, making a part of his chest go hollow. Should he tell her? Ugh, he could already picture her face at the news, the tears that would fall from her eyes— tears that for once, he desired not to see let alone be the cause of. She’d grown quite attached to this little dirt planet and its inhabitants. Then again, Meliodas knew— deep in his black, black heart— he was no better.

So it was truly providence when he heard his phone ring with a familiar tone. He pressed a button on his steering wheel, answering through his bluetooth.

“Yo,” he greeted, casually as he could.

“Meliodas, we’re in trouble,” said Elizabeth, going straight to business.

“I know— End of the World, eleven years.”

“Wait, how…?”

“Because I’m the one they demanded to deliver the baby.” After a thought, he groaned and added, “Not delivered-delivered, but. I delivered the child to the nuns. The Antichrist is probably charming their parents already…”

“So, it’s done then.”

“Yeah…yeah, angel. It’s over.”

A pause.

“Come to my bookshop. We need to come up with a plan.”

#melizabethweek #melizabethweek day 2 #day 2 #nnt fic #nnt au #good omens au

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shigarakispuppy · 4 years

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BNHA Boys watching their favorite TV shows with you pt 1

🦿📖Tenya Iida📖🦿

After a long chaotic day of heroing, iida walks through the door and profoundly announces he’s home

You run to the door to welcome him and kiss his cheek - only to feel him dragging you to the couch seconds later

“Rough day?”

He just sighs while you grab the remote

“Big Bang Theory it is then”

He plops down on the sofa, pulling you down with him into a warm embrace

Lots of snuggles and forehead kisses - he will run his fingers through your hair while you lay on his lap

You can feel his whole body wiggle when he laughs it’s so cute -

💣💥Katsuki Bakugou💥💣

This kid has been watching The Walking Dead since the first season

It doesn’t matter if you don’t want to watch it - he will drag your ass kicking and screaming to the couch

Someone got bitten by a zombie? “What a fuckin weakling”

Watching TWD with him is a ritual at this point - Every Sunday night you make nachos, drag all the blankets into the living room and snuggle in tight

You can feel his heart race when a jump scare pops up, but he won’t admit he got scared.

“I just wasn’t expecting it, dumbass!”

He giggles and pulls you into an embrace of small kisses

💛⚡️Denki Kaminari⚡️💛

It’s 12am and both of you are wide awake

Both in your pjs, he reaches for the remote and turns on adult swim

Oh no

The Rick and Morty intro appears on the Tv and you know you’re in for a sleepless night

Not because you’re watching, no - because he’s laughing loud enough to keep you awake, telling you to look at the screen, and shakes your whole body when an exciting scene comes on

This kid only ate Mcdondals for weeks straight when the Szechuan sauce promotion was running

Eventually, you finally catch some Z’s when he calms down from the excitement and starts petting your head

☀️✨Mirio Togata✨☀️

He’s a busy boy so he doesn’t have time to binge a full series

He quotes The Office more than he realizes. His favorite of all time, “Dwight, you ignorant slut”

He watches the fire drill episode when ever he’s had a hard day

A perfect day off would be watching it with you, feeling your body on his lap, and hearing your adorable giggles.

🗻❤️Eijiro Kirishima❤️🗻

He will literally watch Bobs Burgers anywhere

At a party? On the toilet? In a meeting? Yes, yes and yes

But his FAVORITE place to watch it is with you

Wants to go as Gene and Tina on Halloween - wether he wants you or him to be Tina is still debatable

Will attempt to do their voice impressions just to make you giggle

During a steamy makeout session he stops, looks you dead in the eyes and says

“Your ass is grass and I’m gonna mow it.”

It ruined the mood but it was totally worth watching you roll off the couch in laughter

🐶💚Izuku Midoriya💚🐶

Deku will watch any superhero show and fall in love with it in a heart beat

But Runaways is his favorite

It’s the perfect mix of heroism, quirkiness and humor

He will literally sit with and binge you for hours

L o v e s laying on your lap while you pet his head like a puppy

He will casually feed you popcorn and miss your mouth because his eyes are glued to the screen

🤍🧊Shoto Todoroki 🔥❤️

Oh icythot our angel of a boy

When he first started game of thrones, he felt guilty watching all the spicy scenes

He had an internal debate whether he should watch it or not - because all of the sex - but he was so curious about what would happen next so he carried on

Trying to ask him a question while he’s watching? If you’re lucky he might reply within 10 minutes

“Baby where’s the charger?”

“...”

“Baby?”

“...huh....”

You’re at the point where you just laugh it off, give him a big smooch and snuggle right next to him

💜🐈 Hitoshi Shinsou 🐈💜

Hope you love horror and sex because American Horror Story is all you two are watching aside from serial killer documentaries

Loves to yell “YoUrE aLl I WaNttT, YoUre AlL I HaAaaVe” at you when ever you get irritated at him

His favorite seasons in order? Murderhouse, Asylum, Cult, Coven, Freakshow, Apocalypse, Roanoke, and Hotel in that order

Don’t agree with that? He WILL fight you on it

Our cat boy loves watching it at night, mainly because he likes watching you look around the room in fear to make sure there’s nothing there - only to sneak attack spook you

In all reality he loves you very much even if he thinks your favorite seasons arent superior to his

Lots of tight snuggles and makeout sessions with this edgy baby

💜🐙Tamaki Amajiki 🐙💜

Tamaki has seen ALL of the Netflix originals and Stranger Things still holds #1 in his heart (aside from you, of course)

Like it’s so hard to choose between his favorite shows because when he isn’t taking down villains he’s on his bed binge watching tv series

He’s still an anxiety filled emo boy what do you expect of him

Will be sad if you watch it without him so don’t

He may be a pro hero at this point but he’s a pro snuggler as well

He’s so w a r m??? Probably because his metabolism is always working but who cares!¡ He is your personal heater

He ships Joyce and Hopper like no other

Sorry I was so late posting! I have a really fun post in the making but it’s taking awhile to create ❤️ it will be worth it!

Also I didn’t add a few because I didn’t want this to be too long! If you want any of the others let me know and I will add them at the end of my part 2 when I do villains and pros 🖤

#bnha #bnha imagines #mha gifs #mha headcanons #my hero academia #my hero headcanons #mha imagines #mha #shinsou hitoshi #iida #deku #todoroki #mha bakugou #bakugo #tamaki amajiki #mirio togata #kaminari denki #denki headcanons

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cognacdelights · 4 years

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WATCHING HORRO MOVIES WITH JJ (pls where indie is giving and jj is scared. it’s always the other way around)

JJ’s feet rested casually atop the clutter-filled coffee table, the tip of his pinky toe peeking out of the hole in his sock, as he watched Indie flick through the many horror movie titles that Netlflix had to offer. A wickedly content smile etched itself into her golden complexion as she finally landed upon the title she had searching for, her mahogany eyes peering upwards at the shaggy-haired blonde with a mischievous twinkle. She anticipated his response as he skimmed over the title.

“I thought you said you wanted to watch all the Halloweentown movies?” JJ raised his eyebrow questioningly before confusion contorted his pale features into a frown, “that’s the only reason I agreed to this.”

“I know, and that’s why I said it,” Indie countered - her trademark, sulky pout pulling her lips forwards, “I knew you wouldn’t agree to watch proper scary movies with me so I had to lure you in somehow.”

“Damn right I’m not watching scary movies with you. They scare the shit out of me,” he responded with a displeased shake of his head. JJ stretched his burly arm out, attempting to reach for the remote - however, Indie’s reflexes were much too advanced for his slightly drunken state as she retreated to the opposing end of the sofa. She pulled her bruised knees up to her chest, concealing the small remote control and giving JJ a quick, salacious glance of her lavender panties - his tattered, old soccer jersey leaving the sun-kissed lengths of her legs completely exposed.

“I’ll protect you,” she offered, her tone sweet and saccharine as her wide, luminous doe eyes continued to stare into his soul.

“You’re five foot two and you cry whenever there’s a spider in the bathroom... I think I’d rather take my chances with the psycho murderer with the axe, thank you very much,” he rolled his hazy, indigo eyes as the satire dripped off his tongue.

“Please,” she batted her dark, voluminous lashes dramatically in an exaggerated attempt to appear innocently adorable.

“Fine, put it on,” he caved in after several seconds, a defeated sigh escaping his thin, chapped lips. The devilishly wicked smile painted itself across her sun-soaked features once again as she returned to her rightful place - nestled comfortably into his side with his arm nonchalantly draped around her petite shoulders.

Half an hour of squeezing his clouded, cobalt eyes shut during every anticipated jump scare had passed painfully slow for the fair-haired boy, and he had finally taken the last sip of beer from his now room temperature can. Sensing the building of an in imminent jump scare, JJ stood from the well-worn cushions, “you want another beer?”

“Nah, I’m good,” Indie mumbled in response, her umber eyes fixated on the twenty-four inch television screen - completely immersed within the scary movie.

His sock-covered feet padded gently against the wooden floorboards, the occasional plank creaking under his hefty weight, as he entered the kitchen area. The bright light of the fridge illuminated the otherwise dark and dingy corner as his paw-like hands delved through the wall of half-empty sauce bottled to retrieve a can of beer from the depths of the middle shelf. However, as his ring-clad fingers coiled around the chilled can a pair of dainty hands slammed down against his shoulders and a loud “boo!” bellowed against his eardrum. His body stiffened with shock and terror as the back of his head collided with the door frame of the fridge.

“Fucking hell, Indie,” he groaned, blatantly unamused, as he instantly recognised the teasing tone. Retrieving the can from the fridge, his other palm rested against his heaving chest as he attempted to slow down his racing pulse and jagged breathing. “You nearly give me a heart attack,” he let out a long, shaky exhale.

“Oopsies,” she giggled, innocence radiating from her petite being. An angelic glint occupied her cinnamon orbs as she peered upwards at the taller boy, her front teeth nipping at the rose-tinted flesh of her bottom lip as she struggled to suppress the remainder of her elated giggles.

“You’re lucky you know how to give a half decent blow job,” he shook his head in disapproval of her actions - however, the telltale twitch of his beer-stained lips turning upwards revealed that he too saw the funny side of her actions.

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jhara-ivez · 3 years

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He took his time until the evening. Late evening to be exact. Then the Fat Leoran would be full of people and the staff would have enough on their minds not to pay attention to an inconspicuous guy who accidentally ran down to the cellar instead of up the stairs. And really, the lock was a joke. Any third-rate wannabe scoundrel would have been able to get it open. Noise resounded from upstairs. Only minutes ago, two dozen people had stomped into the inn and were now swarming over the evening's feast like locusts. Chicken in a honey-salt crust, plus carrots in a honey-berry sauce, onion soup with all sorts of expensive spices and the all-familiar Arker Bread. It smelled damn good, but Jhara was fixated on something else. The cellar was not as expansive as he had assumed. Huge barrels stood around, always marked with the seal of the respective winemaker or brewer. After a short search, he found the seal of the Dal'Sark Winery. The bottle was quickly uncorked and the pungent smelling contents disappeared into the barrel.

Then he suddenly heard footsteps. Someone was shuffling towards him. "What... Who are you? And what have you done with that beautiful... barrel?" the lanky man asked. His voice lurched, then he gave a loud "Hiccup!". He leaned forward, almost losing his balance, and stared at the empty vial in Jhara's hand, blinked a few times, squinted his eyes, and repeated it at another glance at the mead barrel. "That... (hiccup) I don't think it's nice of you to do what you're doing here. But I think (hiccup) today is your lucky day.... For 50 pennies I'll forget what I've seen." Jhara grabbed the mans collar, slipped the vial back into his pocket and pushed the barely protesting man backwards against the nearest wall. "Wrong place, wrong time." "Wha...What?" A little shove was all it took, the man's head made uncomfortable acquaintance with the hard stone and his eyes rolled before he slumped down unconscious. Jhara put one of the man's arms around his shoulders, hoisted him up and dragged him out. Then he reset the lock to its original state and left the Fat Leoran with his new 'friend'. None of the townsfolk showed the slightest interest. But where to take him now? It was drizzling and the wind was unpleasant. To just put him outside somewhere seemed a bit heartless to Jhara, so he hauled the rather unwieldy body down to the Foreign Quarter and into the Dancing Nomads. The smell of sweat and stale beer hit him. An unoccupied chair in the corner was quickly found. "Who did you pick up there?" Jespar's astonished voice came over the music and the voices. Jhara made sure his unwilling human extra didn't just slide off the chair and then shrugged. "What did you do to his nose!" "It was like that already! I swear. Even I can't make a crook like that." "That's what you told me about the farmer the other day, and later it turned out that your beast trampled him half to death." "Surely it's not my fault if the guy has no eyes in his head!" At that moment the man decided to wake up and look around the area, still half out of it. Then he blinked at Jespar. "Eyessss...you... have quitezz beautiful eyes,...Mysir!" he stated nodding, slurring his words and tried to reach for Jespar's wrist but missing a few times. "I think you have an admirer~" Jhara was amused. Jespar ignored him and bent down to the man swaying on his chair, who was happily smiling at him and had obviously forgotten that someone almost broke his skull some minutes before. "What is your name?" the mercenary asked. "Cielo!" came the fast reply, then the smile distorted briefly. Seemed like his head was hurting after all. "Do you know where you are, Cielo?" The man narrowed his eyes and supported himself on the table with his free hand. „.... 'tis quite obvious...mus' be the Eternal Paths," he looked around for a moment. "There's music.. an’ mead... an’ you look like n’ angel. Only the headache wouldnnnn’ have bee' nesssessary....?" "Do you need a glass of water? I'm sure my friend here will be happy to offer you -" Arms wrapped around Jespar's torso like snakes. Strange, very moist lips met Jespar's cheek. He froze. His gaze was filled with pure horror, and Jhara began to laugh gleefully. Within the blink of an eye an "oomph"-sound filled the air, followed by Jespar peeling himself out of the arms that once again hung down lifelessly. "....!", Jespar's mouth opened and closed as if he would like to curse but was so irritated by the action that his brain could not provide him with anything sensible. In desperation, he gave Cielo's chair a kick. That was new. Jhara raised his eyebrows. "I think you broke his jaw for good now. Didn’t you just scold me for-" "Shut up."

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libraryscarf · 4 years

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Galo did not expect to meet an angel at the bus stop.

But then, not many people expect to meet an angel anywhere, bus stop or otherwise. Most people go entire lifetimes without meeting angels.

All of them, in fact.

Until now.

“‘S’cuse me?” Galo said, because he couldn’t very well say anything else.

The young man standing in front of Galo repeated himself obligingly.

“I am an angel.”

Galo gave him what he hoped was a flattering once-over.

“Well…you do look…um.”

The young man who called himself an angel did not seem either flattered or offended by Galo’s stuttering. In fact, he looked a bit bored with the whole conversation.

He was quite a bit shorter than Galo, and he seemed…translucent, somehow. As though he were more an echo of a person than the real thing. He was remarkably pale. He had a pale, angular face, and pale, silky-looking hair.

The only part of him that wasn’t pale were his eyes, which were a fierce, bloody pink. That couldn’t be healthy, Galo thought. Conjunctivitis, perhaps?

“You do not believe me,” said the young man who called himself an angel.

Galo’s eyes went very wide.

“Oh. You’re serious?”

“Of course I am serious.”

“Like, an actual angel?” Galo prodded “With wings and shit?”

The young man nodded. Galo needed a moment to process this. He needed several moments.

He could call Aina. She would probably know what to do.

“She would tell you to call the police.”

Galo reeled backward. “Can you read my mind?” he demanded.

“No,” said the angel. “But I know what you usually do in unprecedented situations. Right now, all of your friends would tell you I am delusional, and that you should call the authorities and get away from me as quickly as possible.”

Galo hesitated, then asked:

“Should I…do that?”

The angel looked him square in the face with those ferocious, beautiful eyes.

“That is your choice.”

Galo felt hot, from the tips of his toes to the very top of his scalp. He suspected that had more to do with this stranger’s devastating attractiveness than with his alleged divinity.

He cleared his throat.

“Can you prove you’re an angel?”

“I could, but it would destroy this body.”

Galo inhaled sharply.

“You would die?”

“No,” said the angel. “I cannot die. This vessel, however, can.”

An expression flickered across his face; if Galo trusted his eyes, it was almost a smile.

“As a general rule,” the angel said, “the human body does not enjoy housing a pillar of divine fire.”

Galo wasn’t sure if he should laugh or not. He tried to do both at once, which resulted in a sort of choked snort.

“We can start somewhere else,” he suggested. “Do you…have a name?”

The angel considered this for a moment.

“I did not give myself a human name,” he admitted. “It seemed unimportant.”

“Unimportant!” Galo repeated incredulously. “But it’s—it’s you! It’s the first gift you get in your life! You should give yourself a name. I can help you.”

The angel’s lips twitched again. Galo wondered, if under the right circumstances, he might hear him laugh.

“I do have a name,” the angel said. “A celestial one. It’s not exactly…friendly to human ears.”

Galo puffed his chest up.

“My ears are up to the challenge.”

The angel raised one pale eyebrow. Then he opened his mouth, and Galo’s vision went blurry. His head began to ring; it felt like all the air in his chest was being pressed out of him.

Then, everything went white.

When Galo woke up, he was lying prone on the bus stop bench. Something hot and metallic ran sickeningly down the back of his throat. He coughed, wetly, and realized his nose was bleeding.

The angel knelt next to him, and the expression on his face was no longer hard to read. He looked absolutely horrified.

“Are you all right?” he asked, as soon as Galo opened his eyes.

Galo sat up, wiping his nose off on his shirt. His head still seemed to echo with that otherworldly bell.

“Yeah!” he said. “That was cool as fuck! That’s your real name?”

The angel regarded him with narrow eyes.

“Something like that,” he said.

“I’m not sure I can pronounce that,” Galo admitted. “So I’m gonna think of something else to call you. Hey, our bus is here!”

: : :

Keeping an angel in his apartment proved to be more of an ordeal than Galo anticipated. This was complicated by the fact that, despite claiming to be a near-omniscient heavenly entity, Lio had no idea how to use a sink, or a toilet, or a stovetop.

(The name was Galo’s suggestion. “I think it sounds kickass,” was his argument. Lio had agreed.)

“For an angel, you sure seem hellbent on hurting yourself,” Galo muttered, snatching Lio’s hand away from the gas range for the third time that evening.

“I am merely researching.”

“Yeah?” Galo stirred the marinara sauce with unnecessary aggression.

“Can you go research on the couch, or somewhere else where you won’t burn your fingerprints off?”

“I don’t have fingerprints,” Lio said. He waggled his hands in front of Galo’s face to demonstrate that he did not, in fact, have fingerprints. The pads of his fingers were as smooth as glass.

“Damn,” Galo said. “You could really confuse some detectives.”

Lio blinked. “Are you suggesting I carry out a crime?”

To Galo’s horror, he actually seemed to be considering it.

“It would be a very new experience,” Lio murmured. “I would, of course, have to take precautions.”

Lio did this sometimes. He seemed to forget that the things he said inside his head and the things he said outside of it were not one and the same. It worked the other way too. He would occasionally wait for Galo to answer a question that had not been asked aloud.

Galo wondered if telepathy was a thing angels had. He swallowed hard, and looked deliberately away from Lio’s soft hair and pretty shoulders. He really hoped it wasn’t.

“We’re not going to commit crime,” he stated firmly.

“Of course you aren’t,” Lio corrected. “I was referring to myself.”

Galo pointed him sternly out of the kitchen.

“Go sit on the couch and watch TV until you stop thinking about setting your hands on fire or breaking the law. We’re going to have a nice dinner.”

Lio’s forehead wrinkled, cutely. Most of the things he did were cute, which made Galo miserable.

“You know, of course, that I do not need to eat,” he pointed out.

“And I still don’t care,” Galo retorted. “You can’t just sit around my apartment not eating.”

“Why not?”

“My conscience won’t allow it.”

“As an angel, I overrule your conscience,” Lio said. “By quite a lot, I might add.”

Galo dropped the spoon back into the saucepan.

“And there’s that.”

He spun to square off against Lio, hands on hips.

“I want answers.”

Galo tried to sound mad. He really, really did. But Lio was hard to be angry at. Negative emotions seemed to slide right out of Galo’s brain when he looked at him. It was like Lio emanated a calming, gentle aura that hung about him like a golden curtain. When Galo tried to look through it, he felt like he was on the verge of seeing something too good: too relentlessly beautiful to exist.

The whole situation really was a pain in the ass.

Galo fixed his eyes a little to the left of Lio’s face, trying to evade direct confrontation with the pleasant, tempting warmth that tickled the edges of his psyche.

“So if you’re an angel,” he said, slowly. “Why did you show up to me, specifically? Is this some It’s a Wonderful Life shit?”

Lio didn’t have a ready reply to that, which fueled Galo’s suspicions.

“I don’t understand what you’re asking,” Lio said stubbornly.

They had been dancing around this ever since the beginning: days and days of simply not talking about it.

Now, it suddenly seemed to Galo that this wasn’t something he would normally do. He wasn’t often the type to look at his feelings sideways.

On the heels of this thought, he realized: it must have been Lio’s influence. That sweet, irresistible halo of warmth depositing a steady stream of pleasant chemicals into his brain. Galo hadn’t wanted to talk about anything uncomfortable—not with the way Lio’s presence made him feel.

Now that he knew that, Galo was pissed.

“Not cool of you to dope me up with your weird angel pheromones, dude,” he said tightly.

Lio looked a bit alarmed, and the cloud of seductive warmth around him dropped instantly to a dull fizzle. Galo winced as the comforting glow in his head faded, replaced with awkward reality.

“I…I apologize,” Lio said. “I wasn’t…strict enough with myself. I too am learning how this works.”

“I want you to start explaining shit,” Galo said bluntly, before his own, entirely human reactions to Lio surfaced and caused any problems.

“What kind of shit would you like explained?” Lio asked meekly, his mouth pursed in a charming pout.

Galo narrowed his eyes. So the angel could play dirty.

“What are you really doing here?” he demanded. “And if I think you’re lying I’m gonna send a prayer direct to God himself and narc on you.”

Lio’s nostrils flared in what Galo chose to believe was amusement.

“I’ve never lied to you,” he pointed out.

“No, you just distracted and misdirected me. You started glowing all nice and everything just…slid out of my head.”

Lio maintained his staring contest with Galo’s chin, even as his own eyebrows drew together. It was the first time he had really displayed worry, and despite Galo’s demand for honesty, he wanted desperately to smooth those furrows away.

“I was hoping to curb your curiosity for your own safety,” Lio admitted. “I intended to tell you—afterward.”

The way he said the last word made the bottom of Galo’s stomach drop away.

“After…what?”

Lio pressed his lips together and looked up—straight into Galo’s eyes.

Galo saw it then. A wrong fold in the fabric of his life.

He remembered another himself: a Galo identical to him, but at a different time. He remembered fire. He remembered the door behind him locked. He remembered suffocation. He remembered pain.

For a moment, Galo remembered dying, as clearly as if it were happening that very moment.

When he opened his eyes, his cheeks felt warm and wet. Lio raised a hand to his face, wiping off the tears and mucus with his own sleeve. The intimacy of the gesture sank into Galo’s heart like a bullet.

“I’m going to die,” he said.

And he knew, as he said it aloud, how true it was.

: : :

Despite knowing the fact of his future death, Galo was more concerned with who was responsible for it. Someone had trapped him there on purpose. Someone wanted him dead.

“That’s not important for you to know,” was Lio’s only response. Galo saw red.

“There’s someone out there who wants to—who succeeds in—killing me!”

“You aren’t going to die like that, Galo Thymos,” Lio said.

“Well, how about some other way?” Galo retorted. “How am I supposed to relax, knowing that someone wants me dead? How can you say that’s not important?”

Lio’s face closed off like a trap, which meant Galo had struck a nerve.

“I’m not going to look for revenge or anything like that, Lio,” he pleaded. “I just want to be prepared. Please.”

The muscles in Lio’s jaw worked as he fought with himself. Finally, he ground out:

“I have broken so many rules just to get this far,”

“Great!” Galo said happily. “What’s one more?”

The wave of aggravation rolling off Lio curled the hairs on the back of Galo’s neck.

“Never mind,” he amended quickly.

“Galo Thymos,” Lio said, in a somewhat strained voice. “This is the end of your involvement. I ask you—I beg you, to let me take care of the rest.”

Galo went silent for a few moments. When he spoke again, it was quiet. Hurt.

“Who would hate me that much, Lio?” he asked. “Are you really not going to tell me?”

Galo felt sick at the very thought of it—that he had offended someone badly enough to warrant that hatred. That just wasn’t his style.

He was the guy everyone liked. Even if he was ignored, even if he wasn’t respected, he could be liked. He’d done his best at this, and after all that—had he really failed?

Lio said nothing, but he cupped Galo’s cheeks in his hands and lifted his face. It felt lovely.

Until today, Lio had so rarely touched him, and his skin was feather-soft. That alone was almost enough to make Galo forget how miserable he was.

Almost.

“Maybe that was the way it should have happened,” he said, barely above a whisper.

Lio’s fingers against his face twitched.

“What?”

“Maybe…” Galo’s voice trailed off. His throat felt like a clogged pipe.

“Maybe if I did hurt someone that badly…then maybe that way was right.”

“No!”

The light touch on his face vanished, just as Galo jumped at the force in Lio’s tone. He looked up and gasped.

Thin, bat-like wings unfurled from Lio’s shoulder-blades. They were huge and black: a hungry, hot black that made Galo feel slightly dizzy. Simultaneously, two horns erupted high on Lio’s forehead: wickedly sharp, their color bright, fearsome white that cast the rest of the well-lit apartment into shadow.

“You will not die before your time, Galo Thymos,” Lio said. Except… it didn’t sound very much like Lio anymore. His voice seemed to come from everywhere in the room, and the floor trembled.

“I will not let you.”

Galo could only stare, awestruck. When he found his voice again, the wings and the horns were gone. It was just Lio again, sitting there innocently like nothing had happened.

“Is that why you’re here?” Galo asked, promptly shoving the impossible vision aside to be dealt with later. “To prevent my death?”

Lio avoided eye contact. He hadn’t yet mastered the human art of lying. Despite the telltale silence, Galo had to believe there was another reason. Angels didn’t simply fall to earth to save one life.

“Let me guess,” he said, adopting a melodramatic attitude. “You’re here on a special mission to prevent global conflict! You have been assigned the critical task of protecting Galo Thymos, whose tragic and early death sparked riots all over the world!”

Lio didn’t laugh; he gave Galo a hard look.

“You do not seem to understand the value of your own life,” he said.

Galo shrugged.

“In my line of work, dying is part of the contract,” he said lightly. “But…I did kind of hope I’d be able to put out a few more fires before it was over.”

Galo’s rueful smile slid off when he looked at Lio again. For the first time since they had met, the angel looked furious. His eyes were pools of molten heat.

“How dare you,” Lio hissed. “How dare you, Galo Thymos?”

Galo’s mouth flopped open, uselessly.

“Huh?”

Lio stood, and for a moment Galo worried he was about to sprout wings and horns again. But the only thing he did was keep glaring down at Galo, rage peeling off him in terrifying, invisible waves.

“You would die alone,” Lio said cruelly. “You would be mourned by the few who know you, and then you would be forgotten. This does not bother you?”

“It sure doesn’t, now that I know heaven exists!” Galo shot back.

He wasn’t stupid. He knew it was foolish to escalate the argument, but he was tired of being scolded, even if it was Lio—beautiful, wise, immortal Lio—doing the scolding.

He stood, and was pleased to note that despite the angel’s formidable aura, Galo was still significantly taller.

“Typical Galo Thymos,” Lio said. His eyes were narrow slits of fire.

“Arrogant, irresponsible, and reckless.”

He turned, stalking out of the room, and Galo was left with a heaviness tugging on his heart that he had never felt before.

: : :

Despite his swagger and his bravado, Galo was afraid of many things.

He was afraid of hesitating during a crisis. He was afraid of losing the small group of people he considered friends. He was afraid of taking any action, making any decision that might dishonor the great man who had saved his life. The great man who stood before him now.

Kray Foresight grinned down at Galo like a lunatic, his eyes blazing red through a haze of smoke. The pungent scent of melting metal hung around them like a poisonous shroud, stripping away the inside of Galo’s lungs.

“I certainly didn’t expect you to make this so easy,” said Kray. “But you are, if nothing else, predictable.”

Galo was without gear, without matoi, without backup. He had already been inside the building when the fire started, just two floors down from the governor’s office. When smoke began pouring into the room, Galo realized that it was here.

This was the place he died. This was the man who killed him.

He thought he knew now what Lio meant, when he said dying alone was something to fear.

Kray looked down at him, the smoky shadow of his immense form filling the doorway. His eyes burned with insane, festering hatred as he looked at Galo choking on the floor. Then, wordlessly, he shut the door, and the lock clicked into place.

Galo tried to cry out, but his throat was on fire, his lungs withering. He shut his eyes against the smoke, and felt the dark coming to meet him.

Then he was lifted, cradled gently against a strong, warm body. Galo was confused at this. Had he already died? Could this be the beginning of an afterlife?

“I am sorry for cutting it so close.”

Lio’s voice came from nearby, the tone of it jagged with distress. To Galo, it sounded like every beautiful noise in the world.

“Ugh,” he groaned. “I ain’t dead?”

He hadn’t opened his eyes, but he knew from the lightness of his own heart that Lio was smiling at him.

“No, Galo Thymos,” Lio said. “You are not dead.”

Galo laughed aloud at that, even though it hurt. He was giddy from the adrenaline, the pain, the endorphins.

“What’s with that?” he muttered. “Why is it always ‘Galo Thymos’ this, and ‘Galo Thymos’ that?”

Lio seemed to relax as soon as Galo began complaining. “Is that not your name?” he asked innocently.

“It is! It totally is. But my friends just call me ‘Galo’.”

“Is that what we are?” Lio asked very quietly, almost to himself. “Friends?”

Before he could answer, Galo realized they were no longer moving. He peeled his smoke-crusted eyelids open. That was when he started to yell.

“Lio!”

“Yes?” said Lio, bewildered.

“We’re a million miles in the air!” Galo hollered.

“Two point eight, actually.”

Galo clung to Lio’s torso, his mind in ruins from trying to make sense of what was, quite obviously, a view of Promepolis from cumulonimbus height.

“Oh my god, we’re gonna die,” he muttered. “Oh my god, we’re totally, definitely, absolutely going to die. Holy shit.”

Lio’s laugh was a gorgeous sound, but Galo was too busy panicking to appreciate it.

“You really think I rescued you from a burning building just to send both of us plummeting to our deaths?” he asked, still chuckling.

“Yeah, actually, I do think that!”

Lio gently began untangling Galo from the protective pretzel he had tied himself into around Lio’s body.

“You can stand, you know,” he said, but Galo just gripped more tightly.

“I really gotta remind you that you’re the angel here?!”

Lio dropped him.

Galo gasped; he expected to feel the air rushing out of his lungs as he shot toward earth. But instead, he was standing up. It was as simple as it was impossible. There he was, standing on nothing at all.

Galo stared between his feet, every muscle screaming in panic. He squeezed his eyes shut again.

“Please don’t tell me this is some ‘believe in it and it’s real’ shit,” he groaned. “Because I am not good at controlling my thoughts.”

Laughing again, Lio said: “I know this about you, Galo Thymos. Do I have to remind you that I am the angel here?”

Galo forced himself to open his eyes. He looked from the distant ground back to Lio, then from Lio to the ground. He looked back at Lio, and his brain point blank refused to acknowledge what he was seeing.

In all the ways one might expect, Lio looked exactly the same. But he was another creature entirely. Galo saw, flickering at the edges of his vision, a massive, winged shape that seemed to be made entirely of fire.

He blinked a few times, but despite its size, the flaming, winged form managed to escape his direct gaze, and searching for it strained his eyes. But Galo knew without a shred of doubt that Lio was, somehow, both beings at once.

“I cannot let you see my true nature,” Lio said in answer to Galo’s wordless confusion. “I do not believe you would survive.”

Galo bristled.

“But I’m—”

Lio held up a hand to stop him. “Yes, despite being the great Galo Thymos. You need to comprehend at least nine more dimensions before you can behold my full glory.”

“I bet I could do it.”

Galo couldn’t believe the look on the angel’s face at his challenge. Lio was smirking.

“Do you really?” he asked dangerously. “I couldn’t even tell you my real name without half of your pitiful little organs exploding.”

But that smirk had Galo fired up. This, he wouldn’t lose.

“Try me.”

A few seconds later, Galo woke up, feeling the warm, salty trickle of blood out of his nose. Lio was crouching over him, his face torn between amusement and concern.

“Are you convinced now?”

“Okay,” Galo said sheepishly. “Maybe nine dimensions is still above my pay grade.”

He wiped his face, but then realized the blood was already gone. Moreover, his desiccated lungs now felt full and healthy. His scorched clothes were whole and clean.

“You’re, uh, burning a lot of that angel fuel on me right now,” he said. “Where was all this generosity when you first showed up?”

An odd expression flickered across Lio’s face.

“I had to be cautious,” he said. “I could not cause too much of a disturbance as long as your death was a variable. But now it doesn’t matter.”

A chill rippled through Galo’s stomach.

“What does that mean?”

Lio smiled and shook his head. He helped Galo sit upright, then lowered himself beside him. It was just the two of them, perched on nothingness.

At the periphery of his senses, Galo felt the presence of the “real” Lio. His head hurt at the idea of that enormous, incomprehensible entity manifesting as the beautiful young man next to him, feet dangling into emptiness. But Galo, above anything, wanted to perceive that true, divine shape. He wanted to show Lio how capable he was of understanding him—how willing he was to learn.

“I want you to look at the sunset now, Galo Thymos,” Lio said quietly.

“I wanted you to see it once like this.”

: : :

“I can’t come back with you.”

Galo frowned. The words didn’t immediately make sense to him. Of course Lio was coming back with him. Where else would he go?

“Why not?”

Lio gestured to the city beneath them, dappled with the shadows of clouds.

“This is as close as I can get.”

“But…you’ve been living in my apartment!”

Lio nodded, and the peaceful, resigned look on his face made Galo feel sick.

“Why can’t you come back with me?” he asked, not really wanting to hear the answer.

Lio turned his head to look at Galo. The warm, dying colors of sunset made him look more human than ever.

“Remember what I said about the fragility of this body?”

Galo stared at him numbly as the pieces fell together. The Lio he had known—the Lio he had come to love in the fierce, desperate way a person can only love something temporary—was gone.

“You sacrificed it to save me,” he said. “Didn’t you?”

“It is good this way,” Lio replied. “I couldn’t have stayed forever.”

“Why not?!” Galo blurted out. He was so angry, it was so desperately unfair. “Why couldn’t you?”

“Because…I’m in trouble.”

Lio’s tone remained light, but Galo knew it was terribly serious.

“I ran into some friends earlier, at the Foresight Foundation building.”

The way Lio said “friends” led Galo to believe they were quite the opposite.

“They made it very clear that if I saved you, I would suffer for it later,” he said with a sigh. But rather than looking at all concerned for himself, he glanced guiltily at Galo.

“That’s why I took so long. I am sorry. Again.”

Galo could only stare. Lio looked so young and golden, it nearly broke his heart.

After a few moments of unbearable silence, Galo asked in a quiet voice:

“Are you going to tell me now? Why you saved me?”

The angel smiled at him, warmer than light itself.

“You still have to ask?”

Galo goes grocery shopping on a Thursday night.

He buys six frozen pizzas and twelve cans of dog food. He slings the bags over his arms and jogs out into the brisk night air. Ever since he moved deeper into the city, the sidewalks have never been empty. He weaves in and out between slower walkers, calling pleasant greetings to those he recognizes. Despite his better judgment, his eyes follow a head of pale blonde hair until it is out of sight. Another stranger, he thinks.

Galo takes the subway to a stop near his apartment and disembarks. The station is much less busy than usual, and although he doesn’t mind a crowd, it’s nice to hear just his own footsteps echoing against the tile.

Six years have passed since Kray Foresight was charged with first-degree arson. To Galo, each of those six years is a gift.

He almost doesn’t notice the slender silhouette leaning at the top of the stairs. His arm bumps their shoulder, and he utters an automatic apology.

Galo takes another two steps. He stops. The bags of groceries fall out of his arms, cans clattering across the concrete. He doesn’t want to turn around. If he doesn’t ruin this illusion, maybe it will last a bit longer.

From behind him, he hears a voice: achingly lovely, and as familiar to him as his own.

“Are you always this rude, Galo Thymos?”

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Most people go their whole lives without kissing an angel. But for Galo Thymos, on a warm Thursday night at an unusually quiet train station, things were very different.

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fin

(author’s note: this piece was written for the “parallels” galolio au zine, which raised over $800 to donate to the National Black Justice Coalition. it was fantastic to be involved in the project and work with some amazing people!!)

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otchet o missii

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

part one ⸺ part two ⸺ bonus

request made by anon: Hi Maria you beautiful person you please be my friend 🥺 I kinda have a request but if it doesn't speak to you then you don't have to write it, could you write something where reader is an enhanced/ mutant (kinda like Wanda or Jean Grey so like crazy powerful and dangerous) and Bucky just will not let the government get near her because he knows they'll probably experiment on her to make her a weapon cause they're sus like that? It can be romantic or platonic no preference, if ya want, please and thanks sorry this was so long

word count: 1.165 words.

warnings/tags: none. dad!bucky being overprotective with his baby soldier.

author notes: re-posted because tumblr deleted it for no reason. none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

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“Soldat, stoy”.

(Soldier, stop).

Your eyes widened. Your heart raced. The time froze. That command clicked something in your brain, producing the spheres of flames concentrated on your palms to dwindle till disappearing. You had just one second to look around you, before turning at the firm tone of voice behind your back. You found yourself in the middle of Times Square, surrounded by different security forces, aiming at you with large-caliber weapons. Above your head, two helicopters were setting up a perimeter. The chaos spread around the long avenue. You didn't have an idea of how you ended up there, but you were scared like never before.

Turning slowly, your eyes landed on a pair of pale blue orbs. You didn’t notice the other people as a backup. A feeling of safety invaded you when he tilted his head confused, narrowing his eyes, trying to understand how it was possible that you were there. But before you could take a step closer to him, a twinge followed by an electric cramp shook your body. The last thing you heard before blacking out was an I got you, and a cold arm wrapping your abdomen.

BUCKY'S POV

Avengers Compound

06:03 pm, New York

“How do you know it’s not a trap set by Hydra?” Steve asked, reclining himself on his seat at the meeting table next to the rest of the Avengers.

“Because I trust her”. Bucky didn’t doubt replying, although he couldn’t understand why, hearing Stark clicking his tongue as he rolled his eyes.

“James, you don’t know her”. Natasha sighed, referring to the fact that being assassins together years ago meant nothing.

“I trained her. She owes me loyalty”.

“What’s that? Some kind of Stockholm Syndrome patented by Hydra?” Clint scoffed incredulously.

“Tell us what you know about her, Bucky. What you remember”. The captain asked his long-life friend, leaning on the table with both forearms rested against the edge of it.

The soldier gulped, deeply breathing, nodding his chin with his eyes lost somewhere on the dark oak. He explained how Vasily Karpov knew about you. An orphan with no family, no history, and a power of telepathy that allowed you to control the four elements as you pleased. Water, fire, earth, and air. From nowhere, your body could produce flames and throw them anywhere. Exactly the same you could do with water and air. Earth was different. Only by using your hands you could wild it as you want; creating earthquakes or holes, move it. The heroes around Bucky were stupefied. You were a potential danger.

Then, he told them about your skills. Karpov made him stay awake after killing Tony’s parents to train her. You were just a kid. And soon, you were a soldier with an angelic face who could kill anyone just by blinking your eyes. To tell the truth, the Winter Soldier was everything you had in this life. You two worked together, hand-to-hand, for more than ten years until he disappeared. With him out of the game, Hydra continued experimenting with you to replace him. But they reached a point where you couldn't bear the pain, losing control completely.

“Let me talk with her, please”. Bucky begged, touring his eyes around the people there.

“It’s too dangerous”. Vision affirmed, taking a position close to Tony.

“She. Owes. Me. Loyalty”. He repeated almost hissing, pointing out every word with his silver forefinger poking the table.

“You have five minutes before the Government brings her to the Raft”. Rhodes sentenced, crossing his arms on his chest. “Five minutes”.

Escorted by Steve and Wanda, who was the only one there that could control you, Bucky went down to the third sublevel. When the soporific made its effect and knocked you out in the middle of Manhattan, the Avengers managed to take you to their compound.

You were still stoned, but conscious enough to know what was happening around you. Everything spun inside the bunker. Your head hurt like hell and you felt a knot within the pit of your stomach that made you want to puke your guts. As the heavy door proffered a loud noise being opened you retreated to the farthest corner, placing your knees to your chest and wrapping your legs with both arms. Again, you were shaking. Terrified. About to beg for your life.

“Soldat, otchet o missii”.

(Soldier, mission report).

Your breathing became erratic as if the air wasn't enough to fill your lungs. You were at the edge of your crying, raising your hidden face from the gap of your knees. The Winter Soldier was standing some feet away from you. No expression on his face, as always, but with the small difference of a slight inkling of concern. He also looked skinnier, shorter hair, a grown beard. He looked healthier, free.

“Net zadaniya”. You whispered with a broken tone.

(No assignment).

“Soldat, otchet o missii”. He repeated taking a step ahead, hardening his voice.

(Soldier, mission report).

The command made you gulp a sob. Wasn’t he believing you? How could you lie to him?

“Net zadaniya”. You replied with no hesitation, standing on your bare feet and sticking your back to the wall. “Missiya ne naznachena”.

(No assignment. No mission assigned).

You noticed he wanted to turn to his partners, but he didn't. The soldier kept eye contact, coming a little more closer, invading your personal space without caring. He tilted his head forward, trying to find the answers to his questions in your orbs. But they both were emptied with the sole exception of the horror invading your chest and reflected on them. You didn't want to come back. You wanted to be released from Hydra's chain. You weren't an assassin, nor a monster.

“I wa… I was looking for… you”. Babbling, you confessed, being the explanation for why your mind took you to that place in concrete.

“Why?”

“Because you are the only person I have”.

His eyelids narrowed for a second, scanning your intentions, feeling frustrated by not finding anything hidden beneath your words. “Otchet o missii, soldat”.

(Mission report, soldier).

“Net zadaniya, Sergeant Barnes”.

(No assignment).

It was the first time you pronounced part of his real name since you met him many years ago and you could listen to his heartbeat increasing. Before you blinked, his metallic hand grabbed your throat and pinned you against the wall, watching the fury and the rage taking control over his grimace. Glancing above his shoulder, a redhead woman stopped the blonde man known as Captain America. Your gaze focused again on the soldier, loosening slowly the grip on your skin.

“Why don't you remember me?”

The last thing you knew about him was that the man behind him brought back the memories of his past life. His real life. But he was still looking at you with hate and revulsion. Of course, the Winter Soldier was conscious of who you were. What he had forgotten was how he felt about you. He didn't reply to your question, walking backward to the exit, leaving you there. Alone. Again.

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sins of my youth. 001

Billy Hargrove x OC! Evie Fenny~ Also posted to my AO3

Summary: It was common knowledge that Billy Hargrove hated Hawkins. Hated Cherry Lane. Even loathed the strange girl next door. Evie Fenny wasn’t too fond of the chaotic Cali transfer either. An awful high school tradition sparks a chain of events that changes everything, ultimately bringing two frayed souls together.

A/N: Hey!!! I'm definitely not giving up on LFTM, I've had this story whirling around my brain and it's been pulling at me for a while. Hoping I can slow down, care for myself, and juggle both fics at my own pace. Thank you guys for reading and for being so supportive. I hope everyone who enjoyed WTL also enjoys this fic, it's a totally different direction. I'm excited to share it! I'll tag warning in each chp like I always too. TW: Light bullying, hints at an inappropriate relationship between a teacher/student, and teenage jerks.

Chapter 1: Fast Times

A blaring bell trilled. Lunch time. So close and yet so far. Scrambling high schoolers like zoo animals clamored into the cafeteria. Knocking shoulders and bouncing around. No one really cared about knowledge today, the last day of school before winter break began.

1984. Coming to a close.

“Evie!” A hand rose to wave. One pink scrunchie around the elegant wrist. Heather Holloway. Cute as a button smiling there. Hands pulled headphones down to acknowledge her. Evangeline Fenny. Best friends since the sandbox and now seniors. “This stupid day is dragging.”

“It��s killing me.” Evie whined to herself, settling her beat up lunchbox on the table. Red and blue pattern, scribbled all over with song lyrics in black marker. “Mrs. Stockard fell asleep at her desk, I wanted to die.”

“She snores so loudly.” Heather sparkled when she laughed, sweeping her hair back into a high ponytail with her scrunchie. Evie held a mirror up for her to see out of habit. “Thanks.” It was particularly louder than usual. Teens pregaming the parties to come over the two week vacation.

“Going skiing with the folks this year?”

“No, they’re going up to the cabin and I’m staying home after Christmas.” Heather unpacked her lunch, carefully organizing it. Evie pulled a regular PB and J out, amused.

“Sushi?”

“My mom’s going through a phase.” Heather poured herself a bit of soy sauce and plucked up chopsticks.

“Your rich is showing, Heath.” Evie giggled when a foot kicked at her under the table.

“Trade you a piece for half the pear.”

“Deal.” They switched. Evie tucked some unruly dark curls aside, sitting back.

“So...there is a party tonight. Loch Nora. Bunch of schools.”

“Which ones?” Evie’s brow rose.

“Ridgemont will probably crash, but who cares. It’s winter break, we’ll go and have some fun then crash at my place. Eat chips, make fun of them, and pass out like we always do.” Heather bounced a little. “C’mon, Evie. I’ll pick you up and we can walk from my house.”

“I’ll think about it.” That meant yes to Heather. She grinned, reaching across to pat her friend’s arm playfully.

“It’ll be fun.”

Evie just whined and crunched on her pear, brows scrunching. Parties weren’t the same since the incident. But, she picked the popular, social butterfly for her closest friend.

The two couldn’t have been any more different.

Heather Holloway. Rich girl from Loch Nora befriending Evangeline Fenny, a Cherry Lane girl, in preschool. They switched beaded hair ties and the rest was history. Bonded over music and fashion. Heather was classically stunning as if she jumped off a magazine.

Students used to make snide comments. That Heather kept Evie around because she made her look prettier. Sweet Heather shut that down. Loudly. Whenever the subject came up. Evie Fenny was a bigger girl. Plush. Fat. It wasn’t a dirty word. She was a strange and pretty teen who carried herself too high to be bothered with comments.

Water off a duck’s back was the saying.

Used to be she hid herself under big sweaters, tunics, and flared jeans. But, that was before the incident. Afterward, she came to school with a new haircut. Louder makeup. Even louder, fitted clothing. Flaunted the hourglass and caught eyes on her hips swaying. Sat next to Heather at lunch as if nothing had changed. Red glossed lips only smiled and the student body took to her. Those who stayed angry burned alone.

Thick skin, no pun intended.

“If that asshole Tannen shows up, I’m dipping.” Evie decided with one breath.

“I’d say that I’ll protect you, but you made your point last year.”

Ah, the incident.

“I’m never going to live that down.”

“It was legendary.” Heather beamed, crushing her fist into her opposite palm. “Bam. Prick went down. My friend is Wonder Woman. Super Bitch.”

Evie broke to laugh, eyes rolling.

“Truthfully, I don’t recall it all.”

That was a lie, she remembered every second of it. Sometimes her knuckles warmed at the thought.

“I just...didn’t think you had moves like that. Your mom is basically Dolly Parton. You don’t even like violence. You squirm during horror flicks. You love your cat, your guitar, and all plant life...and you beat the hell out of Ridgemont’s golden boy asshole quarterback.”

It did earn Evie some Hawkins’ fame. Ridgemont was their main rival. The Bulldogs. Football players found a soft spot for the teen.

“Don’t tell my mom she’s Dolly Parton, that’ll go straight to her head.” Evie joked, popping her water bottle open to drink. Heather’s big eyes lifted behind her.

A flood of cologne wafted before two fingers tugged a curl. Little harder than they should have. Water choked to spill onto Evie’s chest.

“Whoops, you got all wet, Fenny.” A tongue clicked. Billy Hargrove slid around the table. All his glory. Heather plucked up a napkin to offer it.

“Watch it, Hargrove.” She huffed down at herself. The yellow tee tucked into her jeans was soaked through.

“Girls can’t help it around me, I guess.” He had one hand in his pockets and another cradling his silver lighter. Flicking it open and closed. Eyes narrowed. “Polka dots, huh. I had you figured for florals.”

“You’re an asshole.” She covered her damp shirt and bra with her striped cardigan. Thick fall colors warmed her skin. Noted the fact that he'd thought about it.

“Whatever you say, Ivy.”

Billy knew her name. They were neighbors. Unfortunately. Right down to sharing the same space between their bedroom windows. She’d had dinner at their house. Susan Hargrove was new and eager to make some friends and Ms. Fenny was eager to be friends with everyone. Perfect match.

Evie glared up at him. Fucking Adonis.

“Heather, you going tonight?” He ignored his neighbor and leaned over with one palm on the table, back to Evie as he sat down to flash that darling smile.

“Maybe.” Heather gestured with her chopsticks.

“I can work with maybe.” He acted like the girl behind him wasn’t there. Frankly, Evie was used to being invisible. It was better than being bullied. Most days. “Maybe I’ll see you there.”

“Maybe you apologize to my friend and say her name right.” Heather winked at him.

“Who?” Billy stood and turned, mocked some surprise. “Oh. Evangeline. So quiet, I forgot you, chica.”

She wasn’t sure if that was a jab at her mixed heritage or him just being a smartass. Billy rolled her name off his tongue like it was a joke. Like it wasn’t a real word. Blue eyes alight at her stony expression. Sly and alert.

The California transfer vibrated after leaving the basketball team before the season ended. Word was that he was persuaded to leave after some fight with Steve Harrington. Billy was a strange one too.

Often, he seemed lax when he was alone like the world didn’t matter. Other days, he was rocking and quick on his feet. Hungry and itching for something. Anything. It was a scary look on such a pretty boy. You could never gauge where his mind was. Where it would go next.

“Evangeline.” He sounded out again even slower. “Your mom lose a bet?”

“It’s a poem.” She replied flatly, sitting back to cock her head at him. Billy snapped his fingers to point.

“Sounds like the name of some chick whose man died in her arms.”

She huffed at him, leaning in.

“...That would be what the poem is about.”

“Fucking depressing.” Billy tapped his chin. “I got it. I’m going to call you, Angel. I won’t forget that.”

“You are not calling me-”

“Trying to compromise with you, Fenny. You cast the first stone.” Billy flicked his eyes to Heather. “Bring your friend with you to the party, Heather. Some guys like angel cake.” He winked and slunk off to his band of merry assholes. This school worshiped him. Kissed the ground he walked on since he started in fall.

“What a fucking slimeball.” Evie grumbled to herself, stuffing trash aside to ball it up. Thought about tossing it at Billy's big head. Heather gave this conflicted look as if to say, but he’s cute, right?

“Ignore him.”

“Bad enough his family moved in next to me.” They packed up their lunches. “God, I want a smoke so bad.”

She didn’t keep the habit up just to save her singing voice. Her mom picked up cigarettes only after the divorce last year. Smoked out her window and hid it, but Evie knew. No judgment there. Better than other habits moms pick up after divorces.

“I’ll pick you up at seven tonight?” Heather walked out with her after the bell rang.

“Yeah, I’ll see you in fifth.” Evie turned to go to her locker and stuffed the lunchbox away. Grabbed a book to hurry to class. History. Three more periods left. Students fidgeted around her.

“Hey, Evie.” Steve Harrington batted his eyes at her. Friendly enough these days after he left the popular cliche and broke up with Nancy Wheeler. Sometimes having your heart stopped on made you nicer. Not always. “You, ah, do the paper?”

“All six pages.” Evie set it on her desk. “You?”

“I made an attempt.” It was strange because Steve never gave her the time of day before this year. Maybe the guy was lonely. He tapped his pencil and the chatter quieted when their teacher walked in. Late as always.

“Class, pass your papers to the front.”

“Hopefully they don’t come back with red wine stains.” Robin mumbled behind her, one leg crossed up so she could draw on the rubber side of her sneakers. Evie caught a snort, taking the papers to pass them along. “I like the jacket.”

“Thanks. New haircut?”

“My own dad didn’t notice.” Robin beamed.

“Psst, Evie.” A note flicked on her desk. Tammy Thompson. Pretty girl, kind of shy. “To Steve.”

Evie considered herself a professional middle man for lovesick note passing. Discreetly, she gave it to Steve, head cocking. He furrowed his brow upon seeing it, but wrote back.

Whatever the reply, it made Tammy’s shoulders fall.

AP Biology was next. Teacher treated it like his kingdom and didn’t pose much of a challenge because he was disorganized as hell. Evie was relieved to share the class with Heather.

Billy, Tommy, and Carol also had it too. Hargrove bitched for a week about how the other science classes had no openings. Strange because he wasn’t an idiot. Still got his work in and maintained a B average. Probably due to his dad. Neil Hargrove seemed like a real hardass. And all of Cherry Lane had heard him and Billy arguing at some point.

Evie might have also witnessed some more physical spats through the windows.

She figured it was why Billy hated her. She knew something about him. Something he hid because it made him feel smaller. He caught her eyes once and barked nastily before taking off in his Camaro. A gust of smoke.

She never brought it up.

Dads could be real assholes.

“Watch the movie. Fill out the worksheet.” Their teacher was as ready for this day to be over as the students were. Lights went down. Yawns followed. Evie propped her elbow up on the high lab table she shared with Heather, doodling new lyrics between answering questions.

A crumpled paper hit her hair. Stuck into brown curls. Heather turned back to glare at Tommy shrugging with a sleazy grin.

He was no artist. Evie smoothed it for a wide, big lipped and breasted caricature of herself. She drew on it and scribbled a note back. Smiling sweeter when she flicked it at his chest. Carol and Billy leaned in on either side to see Tommy’s expression sour because Evie gave him nothing.

“You got my hair all wrong.” She’d written. Fixing it for him.

Billy snorted and turned back to defacing his textbook.

“Bitch.” Tommy muttered to himself, tossing it away. Evie finished her sheet, dug for her compact to reapply a lip color. Caught Billy behind her. Intent on whatever vulgar drawing his mind was concocting. Blue eyes flicked like he’d been aware of her this entire time.

The mirror snapped shut.

** ** **

Study hall. Last period of the day. Most kids who had it were skipping out early during the hour. Slipping away one by one through the library. Evie was one of those kids.

“Leaving so soon, Miss Fenny?” The smooth as silk voice lowered, startled her enough to drop her notebooks and folders.

“Fr...Mr. Bowers.” Evie dropped before her English teacher standing so close to her. Second period. Been in Hawkins three years teaching the junior and senior classes. Fredrick Bowers. Dream of a man to all the teen girls. “Sorry.” She bit her bottom lip, eyes lifting to see him and his shadow blocking the light from touching her.

“No, I’m sorry, Evie. I figured you’d heard me coming.” Sky blue eyes centered on Evie there before he came to one knee. Helped her gather lose papers strewn about.

Mr. Bowers had a name and face all the teen girls drew little hearts around in pink gel pen.

Evie thought she saw those same cartoon hearts bubbling up behind his back. Popping like gum. Styled toffee blond locks, trimmed mustache, and groomed side burns. A simple patterned shirt tucked into fitted slacks with the sleeves rolled up. Never a tie. Something groovy about him that stuck from the seventies. Mid thirties and hell of a smile.

Evie tucked hair aside, displayed her blush in full view obscenely when he flashed those sparkly whites at her. Eyes crinkling.

“I’ll warn you next time.”

Her heart plucked like a song when their fingers brushed. Dashing and broad. A Jane Austen character come to life. Enough to make any young girl melt. And how quickly she did.

“Next time.” Evie gave this scoff. Pulling her notes close as they both came to their feet with hard intent eyes.

"I wanted to give you something. A book to read over the break." He pulled it from his leather messenger bag and peered around.

"An assignment?" Evie sparkled at him so he was lighter.

"No, it's just because I believe you're so clever and mature. I think you'll read it with an open mind and we can talk about it like we talked about all the others. It's complicated material. I, ah, really shouldn't be giving you this book." He offered it. "But, there were quite a few I wasn't allowed to give you. After that chat we had over The Crucible. I'm just so fascinated by what you think."

"Lolita. I know what happens in this one." Evie peered at the battered title. Rough paper between her fingers, it was clearly an old copy. She peered at his chest instead of his eyes. "We-"

"Don't you miss talking? You know. Last year. Someone who knows what you're going through. I want all my students to be comfortable around me."

"I am comfortable, we..." Evie glanced as someone passed far down the hallway.

Bowers helped her after her dad left. A shoulder. A confidant. A crush that... She felt her heart close in on itself.

"I thought you said we couldn't anymore."

"I miss you." He whispered that. Lush and blunt. She barely heard it. Eyes snapped up.

Someone missed her. Someone wanted to listen. Someone who saw her depth.

His wife left him before he came to Hawkins. Evie learned a great deal about her too.

"I won't tell, I never do." She hid it away into her bag, matched his tone. "We can...talk. Not here."

"Good." He swallowed. "I just think you blossom under guidance and support. I always knew you were one of those girls."

Evie blushed again. Eyes on her shoes.

“I wanted to say I was impressed with your paper as well. As always.” Fredrick gave her arm a pat and left his hand there. Fingers pressed into the knit fabric of her cardigan. His lip twitched.

“Good. That’s…I’m glad.” Evie’s eyes flickered over stormy blue ones, swaying. Lashes gave a dreamy bat. “I was thinking, ah, about you when I wrote it.”

“Really, you should speak up in class more.” Fredrick gave her one subtle squeeze and dropped his hand. “All those funny poems you shared last year.”

“My songs.” Evie corrected softer and he only smiled to nod.

“Right.” An idle step backwards before he leaned over her. A great deal taller. The shadow crept over her eyes this time. “You have a Merry Christmas, dear. And speak up again in class, Evie. You know I love to hear from you.”

A sensation like a fizzling sparkler glowed in her belly. Out her spine. Spread over skin.

“I know.” She giggled at him, peering around. “Merry Christmas, Mr. B. We'll talk.”

“Small town, I’m sure I’ll see you out and about.” A wink and he was gliding off. Shoulders back and chest perched high.

“You might.” Evie swooned against her locker. Watched him go. Gasped a breath into her lungs. Swept all the clouds aside to fill her backpack with work. He made her feel so special, like no one ever could.

“Anyone...” She sang to herself, “who knows what love is...” Fingers plucked up a final book. Evie hummed and thought of small cartoon blue birds spinning around her head as she went into the restroom. Washed her hands and lingered to see her reflection.

Evie was in a strange place. In and out of her skin. Torn between love and hate for her body.

Usually, it just took a brave face. Her dad always used to tilt her chin and tell her to put on her bravest face before leaving home.

She hoped the one she chose was convincing.

Her mom would always spin her favorite Bible or Dolly Parton quotes. Which helped on occasion even if she wasn’t sure which source the words came from half the time.

A sigh. This was her flesh. She’d live in it as best she could. Dreamed herself into something better.

Footsteps hurried down the hallway until the door shoved open. Humming cut.

“Hargrove!” She gasped, dropping her messenger bag. “Billy, you can’t be in here!”

“God damn it, Fenny. You again?” Billy skidded to hush her. Pressed them back into the wall. The heat of his body engulfed her frame, standing a good few inches taller. “Do me a fucking solid. Hide this for me.”

Billy had no sense of boundaries because he was stuffing a baggie into her front jean pocket.

“What are you doing?” She seethed at him, smacking his arms off her to put some distance. “Get off me!”

“Don’t say a word. Got it?” Billy lifted a finger with an intent look. Smelled of leather and his heavy cologne. Hairspray too. It all overshadowed the cigarette scent. He smoothed his tee out and turned to see the door. Scrambling like a spider, Billy jumped up on the toilet, threw his messenger bag outside, and pulled himself up. Wiggled his way out.

Evie heard a thud and groan.

“What the fuck?” She whispered, more so to herself as he disappeared. Hands pulled what was clearly concealed weed bundled up several times and bagged from her pocket. “Shit.” More footsteps before the door burst as she shoved it away.

“You see that Hard-grove kid?” A thick accent asked. Security guy. Useless.

“Uh!” Evie pulled her bag up. “Who?...This is the ladies room! Can’t a girl have a moment here?”

“Sorry!” He cringed away before she jumped into mushy period talk. It always worked.

Evie rolled her eyes and marched out to find Billy. Casual as can be, he tossed his bag into the trunk of his car and stilled to light a cigarette. Grumbling, steps hurried up the hill.

“Asshole!” She tossed the weed at his chest, made him catch it awkwardly and stuff it into the trunk with a hiss.

“Keep a lid on it, will you?” He slammed it shut. No one was around to see them.

“Don’t do that shit again.” She pushed into him to go, Billy’s big hand wrapped around her wrist. Tugged her square into his chest. An unkind grin swept.

“I had you figured, didn’t I? You didn’t say anything.” Billy blew smoke into the air, plucked the cigarette out to flick it with his free hand.

“Let go.” Evie huffed. “I would have been in deep shit too for that.” She wiggled and pushed at his chest.

Billy flicked his bright eyes over hers. So brown they looked black in winter. He never noticed that she had a dusting of freckles across her nose and cheeks like he did. Pale for a girl with darker features. Indiana falls and winters must have taken the color right out of her. Looked like a lot of the mixed gals he knew back home.

Big curls. Soft and curvy.

Angry at him over something he did.

There's no place like home, he figured.

“You’re so weak.” Billy laughed at her. Took another drag. “They told me you freaked out on a guy last year.”

“You want to be next?” She twisted away from him and turned. It wasn’t a real threat. He’s seen her tend to plants like they were humans. Feed neighborhood cats and nurse her own. Old black cat with not long left. Little fucker was always creeping him out from her bedroom window. Constantly staring with huge green eyes like it knew something Billy didn’t.

“Babysit your own weed.”

“You walking home?” Billy was relentless, voice lifting.

Evie huffed and turned.

“What, are you going to say I probably need the exercise? My bike chain broke.”

“Christ, I was gonna offer a ride. Figured I owed you for saving my damn weed and my break. Not like it's out of the way.” Billy turned to open the passenger door. “Quit being a drag and get in. I don’t bite hard...unless asked.”

“You’re such a creep.” She eyed him there. Wondered how he stayed warm in a tee, jeans, and leather jacket. “Not waiting for Max?” He gave this annoyed look.

“She’s going out with her stupid friends, not my problem today.” Billy got in, gesturing. “At least close the door if you’re not coming. I went through the effort to open it for you.”

“What a gentleman.” Sarcasm.

Evie came back toward his car and debated it. Smelled like it might rain with the sky turning grey. And she really didn’t want to walk in these shoes. Rationalizing it, she slipped inside and shut the door. Settled her bag in her lap. Even buckled up. Billy revved the engine and skidded to speed out without a second glance.

“You going to the party with Heather?”

Evie peered at him watching the road with this hard look on his face. Ghosted a smile. Bingo.

“You’re being nice to me to get to Heather, huh. You know you’re not the first guy to pull this. Could have just asked me about her.”

Crystalline eyes flared up at her face.

“What? Dorky chicks like you turn me on, too.” He replied rougher, not bothering to watch the road.

“Wow. Spread it on thick, Hargrove.” She turned from him.

“I always do.” He hit a hard corner. Christ, he drives fast. “I got a shot?”

“She thinks you’re cute.” Evie shrugged. Far too used to this. Eyes slid to his profile. Wild curls still golden on grey days. The boy glowed. It was absolutely insufferable. Leaves whirled by, brown and dead. A smile crossed her face. “Listen. Since you’re saving me a walk. I’ll help you.”

“Help me? I don’t need your help, I just wondered if she was gonna show.” He scoffed, turning on Cherry Lane.

“You want to know what Heather likes. It’ll help you.” She crossed her arms, nearly flying forward when he screeched to a stop in front of his house. Billy shot her a look, filled with pride. “You got a pen and paper, bud?”

He snatched her bag, tore a page from her notebook and dug into his glove box for a pen.

Ass. She hugged it back to her chest.

"Talk."

“Okay.” A breath. “The thing about Heather is she’s a romantic. Jane Austin girl. Pride and Prejudice. If you can quote that just once like Mr. Darcy, she’s yours... Well? Are you writing?”

Billy did a double take and huffed, grumbling. He actually marked it down.

“Mr. Who?”

“Your life amazes me.” She chuckled. “Darcy.”

“Got it. Darcy. I’ll ask Susan about that shit, she’s a reader.” He muttered, tongue sweeping out before he scribbled.

“And she loves museums. First date ideas. Milkshakes. Cheese fries with jalapenos. Cheeseburger gal. Chinese from that corner joint. Always spicy. Easy picks.”

“A girl after my own burning heart.” Billy felt her peer at him again. Lips lifting with this expression he couldn’t read. Blinked her big eyes and went on.

“Definitely loves to snuggle in with something scary even though they freak her out. Must be a curiosity thing.”

“Any excuse to get close to someone, I like it. This is gold, Angel, go on.”

“You know, I think that’s all I got for you.” Evie turned to get out, sighing. That was just a little evil. “Billy.”

“What?” He shut his door and turned from her.

“Thanks for the ride.” She moved to go toward her house. “Knock ‘em dead.”

Billy didn’t reply. Just watched her go into her house before he dug for another smoke.

“Mom?” Evie called. “I’m home.”

“I’m in my room, sweetheart!”

Ramona Fenny was a spirited woman, went by Mona to the neighborhood. A girl of the 60s. Built like Dolly Parton with a pumped hairstyle to match in sleek dark brown, almost black. She worshiped the woman. Looked like she could have modeled atop a cake.

A church going girl who used prayer to get her through the divorce. Never pushed it on others, not even Evie. Too busy pushing other things. Like the free days she lost having her daughter young. She liked what worked in life and this worked for her. Liked the pretty side to things.

Mona was a sunny side up sort of mother.

Best friends with Claudia Henderson as they both went through divorces which was not in God’s plan. Evie liked Dustin, she babysat him on occasion and he was a good kid. Bullied like her.

Mona owned the favored hair salon in town. Worked long hours with a team of women and ran a tight ship. Did hair for all the social elites so she knew everyone and all the hot gossip. And did she love that detail the most. Evie helped out with reception during vacation time. Liked the extra cash.

“I was going to go to Heather’s later, there’s a party.”

“Oh, have fun, baby.” She pushed her kid to go out. To live. To be smart. Never asked her to call. Not out of trust for Evie, she couldn’t be bothered. Never imagined her daughter would be up to mischief.

If only she knew.

Sometimes, Mona keyed in when it suited her. Understood when Evie’s likes and dislikes changed. When she asked to not go to church anymore because it didn’t help her after her dad walked out. Ramona was understanding as long as you didn’t bring up things like depression and anger. There always had to be a way out. Turn the other cheek.

Evie knew her mother always thought the best.

“Great.” Evie crossed to steal the hair brush, helped her mother out with the teasing. Dyed rich and dark locks that used to be a mousy brown. Dark eyes like her daughter. Evie didn’t look like her father with his brighter features. Her lush hair and russet eyes. Thick brows. “You going out? All dressed up...”

“Just into town, couple of errands.”

That was something that changed a week after her dad moved out. Mona’s style revamp. She was a woman of the sixties and seventies and that came back full force. Styled and pumped up like she was walking out of a Nancy Sinatra music video. Men around town noticed it and the woman certainly speculated.

But, her daughter had a style change too after the incident so it must have run in the family.

“Better?” Evie eyed the glittery rings sitting in a ceramic dish. They looked like gumballs there.

“Touch of hairspray and I’ll be right as rain.” Pink manicured nails came up with the can. “Take cover, baby.”

“Got it.” Evie disappeared in a waft of spray. Stole an ice cube from the freezer to crunch it out of this habit she picked up when dad was gone. Cool and melty between her fingers before she swallowed it down. Felt the bulge tense all down her throat. Another followed. Teeth straining to crack it like glass. The chunks went down a little less smooth as she looked for real food and shut the fridge instead.

Evie went into the bedroom to see her old cat on the pillow. His head lifted. Skinny and balding. Blind in one eye.

“How’re we doing, my handsome boy?” Evie dropped her bag and crossed to pet him. Purrs erupted, whiskers twitching. “Bourbon, my darling.”

A scratch of a meow rasped.

“Yes, I love you too. I’d kiss you if my lips weren’t done up.” She smacked her lips and stood. “Outfit.” Clothing pushed around. Her room was a small, intimate space. Few pictures and purple curtains. Desks covered in song lyrics, trinkets, and needle felting projects.

Evie held up garments to the cat, but he was no help. Just purred there like a motor boat. Settled on a black top with some sparkle and a magenta wash denim jacket. Jewelry was a must, she preferred earrings that were huge acrylic hearts. Bourbon had gotten into the window to watch the window across the way.

Billy wandering shirtless and damp. Muscles red and bulging like he’d done a quick work out

“Yeah, not today, my sweet.” Evie plucked the cat from the window and reached to close the blinds. Billy caught her. Winked and licked his lips slower. She made a face at him. Utterly loathing and not impressed at his peacock way of navigation. “Ew."

The blinds snapped down, leaving Billy to laugh there. Evie carried her purring cat out, chiding.

"Don’t make his head any bigger than it already is.”

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