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[sixhours]

Chapter 16 - The Ghosts of Babylon

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Rating: Explicit, 18+, here be smut and violence Series tags: Joel Miller x You, Joel Miller x Reader, Joel & Ellie, mostly follows canon, LGBTQ+ characters, y/n is bi/pan, y/n is ~45, violence, pregnancy, abortion, medical trauma, emotional trauma, panic attacks, sex work, suicide, smut, slow burn, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, romance, no use of y/n, reader has longish hair, Joel can lift you, smallish age gap (~11 years), I've probably forgotten some so please let me know <3

~*~

You haven’t been to the attic in six weeks. The radio stays silent with no transmissions in or out. As each day passes, you feel a cold steel vice inside you begin to loosen its grip. To your superiors, you are a dead woman, and that’s just fine by you.

You can almost imagine coming out of this on the other side.

~*~

You and Ellie are sitting on the floor in the living room playing a game of Boggle when Joel stumbles through the door after patrol.

“Whoa,” Ellie says, jumping to her feet at his entrance, nearly upturning the board in her haste. You turn around and see Joel’s shirt spattered with fresh dark blood, traces running up his neck, threaded through his beard.

“What happened?”

“S’not mine,” he says gruffly. He unbuttons the shirt with trembling fingers, drops it to the floor, shucks off his boots.

“Hate to see the other guy,” Ellie mutters.

“Gonna shower,” he whispers hoarsely, bypassing you without meeting your eyes, socked feet heavy on the stairs. Soon there’s the sound of running water, the pipes groan as the heater kicks on.

You meet Ellie’s eyes, exchanging a silent look of worry.

“Might as well finish,” she sighs, plopping back down on the floor, rubbing at the bandage on her arm. “Your turn to roll.”

“Don’t scratch,” you say absently. She scowls but moves her hand away.

The two of you shake the dice, set the timer, and scribble out the words in a yellowed notebook. Ellie soundly kicks your ass, but you’re both distracted. The shower stays running upstairs, and soon you put the game away.

As you’re cleaning up, she ventures a tentative remark. “Joel seemed weird.”

“He’ll be fine,” you say reflexively. “Just a hard day.”

She snorts, watching as you move to the door and pick up Joel’s shirt, examining the blood stains. You feel her eyes on you as you take it to the sink, running cold water over the fabric.

Ever since the burn, she’s been muted and withdrawn, but Joel’s appearance has shaken her. Part of you thinks you should go to her, try to comfort her, but you know you’re not the one she wants.

When it’s clear you’re not going to be of much help, she huffs a frustrated sigh. “I’m going to bed,” she says flatly. “I have my headphones so I can’t hear you doing anything gross.”

She trudges upstairs, the slam of her bedroom door echoing down the narrow hall.

~*~

Eventually, you find yourself standing in the hallway outside Joel’s bedroom. The door hangs open a crack, an arc of yellow light from the bathroom spilling across the darkened floor.

“Joel?”

No response.

Feeling like an intruder, you approach the bathroom door, easing it open. He’s standing in the shower, back to you, braced on one arm against the wall. The room is damp but not exactly warm. The shower has run cold and he’s shivering under the stream.

“Joel?” Louder this time. He doesn’t stir at the sound of your voice, doesn’t move, save for the shaking of his shoulders.

A dark thought strikes you, makes your heart skip. The blood on his clothes, his face. His unnatural stillness, the jerky motion of his limbs, the sudden lack of awareness. Your mind goes blank with white-hot fear.

He’s infected. He was bit, and he’s infected. Run get out go–gogogo–

You barely hear him over the running water and the sound of your internal panic. He’s turned to you, staring with the same haunted look he brought home. He’s naked; you can see there are no bites, no wounds, just his usual scars, and tired, hopeless eyes.

“Christ, Miller, you’re freezing,” you say dumbly.

You grab a clean towel from the bedroom closet, wrapping it around his shoulders as he steps out of the tub, shivering. He seems to wake up at this, coming back to you as you rub the terrycloth into his shoulders and back, trying to generate heat.

“We got swarmed,” he says through chattering teeth. “Eliot got bit.”

You swallow hard. “Shit.”

He doesn’t have to tell you what he did out there.

“We barely made it out. They’re gonna send a bigger team tomorrow.”

You frown. “How are there so many?”

He shakes his head. “We don’t know. Somethin’s bringing ‘em to the area. Maria says…they’ve never seen anythin’ like it.”

“Will the wall hold?”

“Yeah…yeah, it should,” he sighs, shakily sitting on the bed. “But it’s makin’ patrols a hell of a lot harder. Shit, I can’t…can’t get warm,” he whispers.

“You’re in shock.”

As if to prove the point, his body gives a violent shake. “F-f-fuck.”

“C’mon. Under the covers,” you say. “Doctor’s orders.”

He groans but doesn’t resist when you pull the quilt back and urge him under it, wincing at the iciness of his skin. “Wanna roleplay, d-doc?”

“I don’t need to roleplay,” you say pointedly. “You’ve made yourself a regular patient.”

The bed creaks softly as you lay down next to him, pressing yourself closer to share your body heat over the covers. Slowly his trembling lessens.

“Gotta tell his wife,” he mumbles. “Fuck, we haven’t lost anyone in…f-fuck.”

“Someone from the council will take care of it,” you say, smoothing a damp curl off his forehead. You know the procedures by heart. Even grief is a shared effort in this place.

Joel’s breathing slows, the shaking finally having worked its way out of his limbs. You graze a fingertip over his cheek and find it warm. In the dim light of the bathroom, you can see his eyes are already closed.

~*~

When you wake, the light outside has that dewy, moonlit look of early summer. Joel must have been up, because the room is bathed in darkness and his quilt is pulled up to your shoulders, over your clothes.

You reach out to find him. Your hand reflexively goes to his chest, checking his breathing. It’s steady, but not slow. His hand immediately finds yours and holds it there.

“Sorry…I woke you.”

“S’ok.” You edge toward him sleepily, burying your face in the crook of his shoulder, breathing him in. Your eyes drift shut, threatening to pull you under.

He rolls to face you, large hands cupping the bones of your cheeks, your jaw, pulling you in for a long, slow kiss. Asking, wanting. His lips pillowy and sweet under yours, his tongue teasing, stroking, until you’re both breathless.

“Please,” he whispers hoarsely, broken.

He’s gentle in a way you couldn’t have imagined, whispering soft encouragement in your ear as he removes your clothes, peeling off each layer until your skin is pressed to his . The words flow from his lips as he runs them over your body in worship.

He fits himself inside you with practiced ease, one hand splayed at your back, moving with you. His other hand slips between your joined bodies and finds your center, delicious friction coiled low in your abdomen, a sweet release that washes over you like a tide. You moan into his mouth, feeling him grow inside you, pulsing, emptying himself.

Your lovemaking leaves you boneless, sated. You’re drifting in that liminal space when you feel the rumble of his chest, the soft purring of his mouth in your hair, and you become vaguely aware that he’s talking.

“Mmm?”

There’s a deep pause, long enough to convince you you must have dreamed it until he says the words, so soft, so faint.

“She’s immune.”

“...what?”

“She can’t be infected,” he says softly. “It’s…in her brain or somethin’. She was born…with it.”

You pull away, trying to read his face. “Ellie? How do you–”

“You can’t tell anyone,” he breathes, eyes boring into yours. “You can’t…they’ll take her.”

“I won’t,” you say automatically, feeling a dark pit boil in the center of your abdomen as you try to reassure him. “I won’t, but…who will take her?”

“The Fireflies tried to…we thought…thought there might be a cure.”

For a moment you’re so dumbfounded that you don’t even know what he’s referring to. A cure? A cure for what?

“...for the fungus? That’s…not possible,” you say slowly. “Cordyceps–it doesn’t…die. It’s too widespread at this point, there’s no…”

“Not a cure, then, a…a vaccine.”

Silence, the quiet hum of the house around you as you contemplate this.

“There was a hospital. In Utah. They were going to open her up…her brain–” he breaks off, swallowing hard.

Jesus.

“...and I was supposed to just take her out there, deliver her so they could just…carve her into pieces and…”

His hand finds yours, gripping it tightly.

“An’ I couldn’t do it. Couldn’t…let them…take her…even if it meant we’d never have to do this again,” he whispers. “Never have to worry about a bite…”

Your mind fills in the unspoken words.

Never have to shoot your patrol partner. Never have to watch your loved one’s eyes go empty, their skin crawling with infection. Never have to struggle to make each day mean something as the world crumbles around you.

“I know it makes me a selfish asshole…but I wouldn’t change a goddamned thing,” he whispers fiercely.

“And she doesn’t know,” you say faintly, a statement, not a question.

I think he’s lying to me.

A shuddering in-breath. “She needed it to…to mean something. She was so fuckin’ hopeful …and I just…killed it…

“Now she wakes up screamin’ and I can’t… shoot the nightmares away. I can’t… hurt them the way they hurt her, and I can’t…I can’t…she’s been through too much because of me. And now I can’t take it back, I can’t make it…right...”

You watch a tear slip quietly from the corner of his eye and drop into the tender shell of his ear. 

“I put too much on her, I know that. But if she was gone, I…I couldn’t–”

And here he is, naked, cracked open and bleeding tears, and you don’t think you can stand it. He shudders, pressing his face into the crux of your shoulder like a small child seeking comfort.

Your fingers trail absently through his curls as you try to absorb everything–his words, his tears, his confession.

It makes sense now.

The scars. His fierce protection. Her blinding anger.

FEDRA’s interest.

That last thought lands heavily in your stomach, curdling like spoiled milk. You think of how close you’d come to serving the girl up on a platter to your superiors, who would no doubt find a way to make use of her. You think of how many secrets you’ve told…and how many lies.

You, of all people, have nothing to offer. Who are you to judge the shape of his cowardice? Save the world or save his girl, there was only ever one path. So you hold him, because there are no more words, and you wait for morning to come.

#fanfic #fic recs #the last of us hbo #joel miller #ellie williams #joel and ellie #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #the last of us

[formosusiniquis]

Role Swap AU where Chrissy Cunningham is the queen bee of Hawkins High. She’s bitchy and a little cruel and she runs around town with Tammy Thompson and Tammy’s boyfriend Jason. Everyone hates her, they love her, they want her, they want to be her. And Chrissy has set her sights on Jonathan Byers, the only guy in school who seemingly does not even remotely care about who she is or what she’s doing, she’s obsessed. She’s not used to having to make the first move, usually boys come to her and she decides who is worth her time, it’s a process this change in dynamic. So when Jonathan’s friend Nancy’s little brother goes missing she has her opening. She invites Jonathan and Nancy and Nancy’s friend Barb -- that she never goes anywhere without -- to a party, just to get their mind off of things. It’ll be fun.

Nancy doesn’t go, “She just doesn’t know how to let loose and have a little fun Jonny,” is Chrissy’s answer, “it’s so sweet that you brought Barb though I bet she never gets invited to parties like this.” Cause mean girl shit is always just a little different than mean boy shit. Barb still goes missing. Chrissy and Jonathan don’t sleep together but he does stay the night.

Meanwhile Will Byers has a lot going on. His best friend is missing, his mom just got remarried and now he has a sister that people keep calling his twin, and Max found a boy in the woods with a number tattooed on his arm. He likes Jane, they were friends long before Mom started dating her Dad but he doesn’t like that all of a sudden he’s supposed to act like they’re some big happy family. Luckily his Mom is still adjusting to housing and feeding two more people and Dus(ten) can hide out in the attic and Will can sneak food up to him without it being too suspicious. Dustin has weird powers, keeps tapping into the radio his Mom leaves on or accidentally making his walkie talkie pick up Hopper’s police radio.

Karen Wheeler is on her last fucking leg. Her son is missing, her baby boy, and Ted’s only suggestion for help is to keep plying her with uppers so she can stay awake longer wondering when her son is going to be home. Things come to a head when she faints in the grocery store, she’d been light headed all day and something about reaching for Mike’s favorite cereal had her giving way completely. When she comes to, she's staring up at Claudia Henderson, such a lovely woman, a nurse at Hawkins General she set Mike’s arm after he’d had an accident playing with Ted. She asks if she can go with Karen to search the woods again for Mike. Rounded curves, rounded smile, Karen can’t believe that someone believes her that something has taken her boy.

Nancy Wheeler just won’t stay out of Chrissy’s fucking way. She’s asking questions and poking her button fucking nose into everything. And what’s worse now she’s stealing her fucking boyfriend. Maybe it’s wrong. Maybe she’s let Tammy get too far into her head, but it’s a little satisfying ripping up her stupid little notebook.

Dustin can feel Mike Wheeler. Can feel that boy in the bad place who loves his friends and his dragons and his Mom. Dustin keeps trying to get to him, and his new friend Will keeps telling him to stop making all the radios in the house scream and fuzz.

Her head aches. She’s tired. Coffee is safer than those little pills that Ted keeps giving her. A new bottle every time he finds something he doesn’t like in the house. Dinner is late, more pills. The pillows in his chair are flat, more pills. They stare at her but they leave her unfocused and jittery. She has to be focused. Mike is so close, she can feel him. Claudia doesn’t judge her, but Karen can see the way she looks at those little bottles. So different from the way she looks at the lite-brites that are spread across the basement.

It’s not a smear campaign. Not when perfect little Nancy Wheeler is cornering her boyfriend in the dark room. It’s just the truth, Chrissy knows the kind of stuff she’s gotten up to in the dark room, or the kind of things she wanted to get up to if she weren’t worried about getting called a slut. Maybe Nancy should have worried a little bit more about optics and a little bit less about getting to the bottom of things, she’s a reporter shouldn’t she know how vicious the rumor mill can be. The sight of a pistol tucked into a pocket book, the feeling of well manicured nails against her cheek make her think for the first time that maybe she shouldn’t have let Tammy convince her to write rumors on the bathroom wall. 

Dustin says he can get Mike back. That the body they saw in the quarry wasn’t real. Will believes even if Jane and Max are skeptical.

Chrissy goes to the Wheeler house, she’s turned the tides of the rumor mill. Tammy has become a tonedeaf, jealous bitch -- and one of those things is true -- and Nancy has become the victim. Jonathan is there, and she tries to convince herself that there was nothing to worry about until he’s shoving her out the door telling her to run to get out. She does. She doesn’t. There’s a monster in the Wheeler house, it crawls from the basement.

And so it goes.

Then Claudia finds a rain soaked boy in the woods. He’s so small. She takes him home.

Then the Sinclairs move in down the road from Chrissy. A sweet family, it’s hard though to see a family with two small children moving in when she knows there are monsters in the world now. She tries to pretend that everything is normal, but the strain is there, and whether it’s her or Jon things are going bad. It’s hard to blame Nancy Wheeler for it this time.

There’s something wrong with Mike. Something is wrong with her baby. It’s so fortunate that Claudia is a nurse. She’s been cutting back on her shifts at the hospital, but she had told Karen that she could call anytime.

The shoe drops. Jonathan is sweet when he ends things, but Chrissy has never been one to let things go without a fight. She’s prepared to apologize. To ask for one more shot. When a red head with an attitude grabs her. She’s pretty sure her dog ate her step brother and Chrissy seems more capable than Hopper. Next thing she knows she’s got the Byers-Hopper kids, Max, and the neighbor kid from up the road hiding in the back of a bus while she tries her best to backhand spring her way into knowing how to swing a softball bat. Max’s dog looks an awful lot like the monster from the Wheeler basement.

And so it goes.

The summer comes and Chrissy needs to get away from her mom. She gets a job at the mall, but she’s waited so long the only places hiring are in the food court, absolutely not happening, and the record store. The record store where she ends up working with Eddie ‘the Freak’ Munson.

Eddie didn’t plan to work at the mall, he didn’t want to work at this neon colored capitalist hellscape, but if he gets busted for possession one more time he’s not sure that Hopper is going to look the other way. The record store is hiring at least, he plans on taking full advantage of the employee discount this summer. Then Queen Chrissy walks in in all of her Ralph Lauren Gap glory.

Chrissy was not a good person in high school, she knows that, but she put her head so far down last year that she managed to graduate early. The hostility coming off of her new coworker is a lot more than she expected. He’s started a board to count the number of times a guy comes in to hit on her and critiques each one ruthlessly. Nerd, jock, and tragic each category has several tallies in it. Maybe it’s the popular kid solidarity or maybe she is becoming a bigger person through the power of babysitting, she feels bad that Steve Harrington is the only one who ends up getting included in the Tragic category. He comes in a lot in his tiny blue Scoops uniform but he hasn’t tried to talk to her once.

Unexpected as it seems, Queen Chrissy is apparently the founding member of the Hawkins chapter of the babysitters club. It’s a never ending parade of children marching through the door and demanding to see her. The Byers boy is his favorite, but the Wheeler kid that had gone missing a couple years ago always has a haunted look on his face. The little curly haired one with the gap teeth seemed to startle her when he came running by, he’s loud and has no sense of what should be an inside thought and not an outside thought, but once he assures her that his mom knows where he is she’s letting him and the oldest Sinclair in through the back to sneak into the movies.

Something weird is coming in through the radio Dustin tricked out with his powers for her. It’s picking up a lot more than the rock station from Indianapolis. Max knows Chrissy will be able to help, she doesn’t expect her new neighbor to be working with her babysitter but she’s heard the shit he gets into at night he should at least be able to figure out if she’s just picking up a radio station all the way in Russia. She brings Erica with her, Lucas has been weird lately hanging out with Dustin a lot lately and ignoring her. She’s not jealous but if he’s gonna hang out with other people she can gossip with his younger sister.

And so it goes.

She’s got no right to be jealous. She is though. Who the hell does Robin Buckley think she is, stealing her kids. All Max can talk about is how cool Robin is. How she doesn’t care what anyone thinks of her. How she’s in the band. How she’s going to teach Max how to play the drums. Oh Chrissy, did you know that Robin speaks three languages? Chrissy, Robin’s gonna teach us how to say Italian curse words. Robin stood up to Jason for us. Robin, Robin, Robin. Who the fuck is this girl who can just swoop in an make her kids fall all over themselves to sing her praises. They don’t even like Eddie this much and he’s a DnD playing rocker with an unlimited stash of weed. But somehow a band nerd whose only friend is second year senior Steve Harrington has her kids wrapped around her stupid finger.

The last thing Eddie Munson ever expected was to stumble on Steve Harrington lurking at skull rock. Or at least not lurking alone. He startles when he sees Eddie, not fear, just surprise. There’s something desperate and haunted in his eyes when he looks up at Eddie. And then the captain of every team of Hawkins high is begging, begging for Eddie to hand over anything he’s got that will make him forget he’s even a person. He doesn’t deal anymore, not really. He’s promised Wayne and Chrissy and Red and even Karen fucking Wheeler that he would stop. Sticking to stuff that nature provides doesn’t feel like lying. Eddie really doesn’t want to leave someone as fucked up as Steve here alone. It doesn’t hurt that he’s pretty and that shaky little laugh that Eddie manages to pull from him. It’s only a little lie when he tells Steve Harrington to meet him at the trailer park after the game.

One more thing Chrissy can’t stand about Robin, she’s somehow got Eddie attending a basketball game. They’re all there to support Lucas but normally it’s a fight to get the nerdiest of them in the stands. Sure he’s spending more time looking at Steve Harrington, warming the stands with the rest of them now, than he is at Buckley but she knows the band geek is at fault here somehow. She’s really trying to not be a bitch about it but maybe jealousy like her hair and her eyes is just one more wretched thing she got from her mother.

Steve Harrington is floating, and not in the way people usually claim to when they come to Eddie. His eyes are blank and unseeing and Eddie is sure that he’s about to watch the once captain of the basketball team die right in front of him. Then Robin Buckley, screaming and inconsolable and inexplicably in the passenger seat, bumps the radio in her frantic rush to get to her best friend. Bowie starts blaring from the speakers, the neighbors dog starts barking, Max comes out of her trailer and screams. Then Steve Harrington falls out of the sky.

If she could get one thing out of life it would be to finally be free of the Upside Down. But instead she’s in a fiery red hellscape with her ex boyfriend, her platonic soulmate, her arch nemesis, and the human embodiment of a golden retriever. Insult to injury, injury being the giant fucking chunk missing from her side -- maybe now her mom will lay off for a bit, surely now she’s at goal weight -- and the insult being how hot Robin looks covered in the barest hints of demo blood. Even if she won’t shut up about rabies.

Steve is handling this much better than Eddie did the first time. Bouncing around literal hell, sticking very close to his side. It makes him feel a little braver, this beautiful boy looking at him like he’s an action star. He just hopes they all make it out this time. He’s got a bad feeling.

And so it goes.

Steve Harrington is probably going to be hard of hearing for the rest of his life, blood leaking from his ears and left arm broken in two places by the time they take care of Vecna. Robin lost a chunk of her large intestine -- and half a tit, let’s really focus on the important things here Cunningham, I was already only a B cup. But they’re both alive. They’re all alive. Eddie’s been posted up by Steve’s bedside, slowly and patiently teaching a prep sign language, something he wouldn’t have even thought about doing a couple months ago.

Chrissy, the most oblivious bisexual that Eddie has ever had the misfortune of trauma bonding with, has fallen ass over tit for Robin Buckley and refuses to do anything about it. It’d be sweet if it weren’t so goddamn sad. They’re holding hands on Robin’s hospital bed, laughing at a soap that’s playing on the TV. Until Steve screws his face up into the most intimidating little jock scowl he can, a look that doesn’t work as well outside of the locker filled halls of Hawkins High, and demands she stop stringing along his best friend. Robin looks mortified but the challenge lights something up in the late Queen Cunningham. She sets her sights on Robin now. Chrissy Cunningham may not be queen anymore, but she’s still a little bitchy and she always gets what she wants.

#stranger things #stranger things fic #chrissy cunningham #role swap au #robin buckley #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #buckingham #buckingham st #platonic hellcheer #this got away from me a bit #but it was literally the only thing I could think of this weekend #i have like personal lore and shit about steve and robin #but it was chrissy centric so we saved it #also rip barb but i could not figure out a way to make this work without someone dying and i couldn't let it be argyle #karen wheeler #can you tell that i've only actually watched season 1 and have consumed the rest of the show through fic and meme #cause i think i could go on actually about this karen x claudia thing i have created #long post

[mintywolf]

A Long Road Home - Page 47 Author Notes

Page 47

The script originally called for Laudna to be braiding Imogen’s hair in the background of the last panel but I took it out because that’s apparently not a skill that Laudna has and also I wanted to finally make it clear that Imogen does actually live in the attic. But then I could not be stopped from putting Laudna’s own hair in braids, haha. The side braid with the white forelock strand (which she was introduced with even) is just too cute. Also Imogen’s hair being braided during her illness was probably what saved it from being cut for being too hot or a snarly mess so . . . idk somehow retaining her memories of Imogen in Darkstone caused Laudna to remember how to do a braid in this AU.

Additionally, in the second panel they were just going to be sitting there in companionable silence while Laudna writes in her notebook and Imogen looks out the window but a discussion on Discord last week about how exhausted Laudna must be inspired me to change it. Now she’s zonked out while apparently in the middle of reading aloud, finally able to let herself rest now that Imogen is well.

I have a little ficlet outlined set during this page about Laudna surreptitiously surviving on stolen kitchen scraps because she doesn’t want to impose on Relvin (who probably at least tried to offer her food at some point but she declined and now he’s waiting to see if she actually needs it and confirm whether she’s alive or not but by now it’s been a week or longer and it’s WAY too awkward to speak up about it now). Noticing that she’s acting weird, Imogen is at first concerned that she’s contracted scarlet fever from her but after pushing into her thoughts she realizes she’s actually just starving and goes to yell at her dad (and bring her some soup).

I like it but it doesn’t quite align with the rest of the comic canon because (mild spoilers) a large part of the second chapter involves them trying to survive winter in the mountain wilderness after being driven away from their home, and there’s a whole subplot with Laudna reassuring Imogen that it doesn’t take much food or warmth to sustain her dead self (so please take it I insist) and Imogen not realizing that this is less true than she’s telling her until she finds memories of being cold and hungry in her thoughts. So that realization wouldn’t make sense if she’d already eavesdropped on her mind and found her hungry.

This is Neighthan!

We found him at a yard sale?? The seller told us that her dad had made him by hand as well as others for all the kids in the family. I can’t imagine wanting to sell such a treasure but that’s how he came to be here. He gets dressed up for the holidays.

(Now, the real question is, does this mean Chetney has been to Gelvaan?)

#a long road home #author notes

[krikeymate]

I would love to see more THOUGHTS on Sam being 10 years older and trying to take care of Tara. How might that change the dynamic. I think Sam never would’ve left personally cause she needs to be there to take care of her baby girl. Sam taking the fact that she’s spoiled rotten and spoiling Tara rotten in turn. Tara growing up knowing she has Sam wrapped around her finger AND really adds to the element of -Sam is big and strong and can protect me- that Tara feels

Agreed! Sam would feel so much more responsibility once she decides that Tara is hers and she's going to look after her. I think Tara would be so much more dependent on her at the time her life goes to shit that she doesn't have the opportunity to spiral as much.

Sam's 13 and she's rooting around in the attic. She's looking for her old toys, something special to give Tara for Christmas. She comes across a chest with her mother's name on. She opens it up and inside are photos and notebooks and a diary and little moments stored away. There's a picture of Christina in the hospital holding a baby - Sam. She picks up the diary, curious, and starts to skim through it. She gets to one entry and she feels like her life is crashing down around her.

Christina is 18 and just discovered she's pregnant and she doesn't know what she's going to tell people. She writes how she's always used protection with her boyfriend, so it can't be him. How there was... one time she didn't, but it wasn't with Carpenter.

She doesn't name this other boy, refers to him only as him, written in a heart. Sam goes to flip the page to read on, she needs to know who this other boy is, who her father is, when she hears a faint call of Sammy from down the hatch. Oh, Tara has woken up from her nap.

In an instant, she swallows all the emotions building up inside of her, slamming the diary shut and putting it back. She never did find a toy for Tara, she'll just let her pick one from her room. Sam's too old to play with toys anyway, and she has no need of a teddy bear when she has Tara. She can pick her favourite.

She thinks of confronting her mother, demanding the truth. But what would she do with it? What does that change? Does dad know? She thinks of her father smiling at her, ruffling her hair and going my perfect girl, looking after her little sister, she thinks of his you certainly didn't get your brains from me. No... he doesn't know... he can't know. She never goes back into the attic.

She keeps it to herself, lets it fester inside of her. Fissures become a canyon between her and her mother. Their relationship began to crack the day she realised she saw Tara as an obligation instead of a daughter, the day she realised her mother wasn't going to change, wasn't going to give more than the bare minimum. She wonders why she ever had her at all. (Her not her father tries his best, but he works long hours and spends weeks away from home, he's never there. He loves his youngest daughter, she knows, but the way he flounders when faced with taking care of her tells Sam all she needs to know. If he finds out he might take her little sister away, and who will look after Tara then?)

He finds out anyway.

Sam's 15 and walking home from school with her little sister on her shoulders. Tara's telling her about what they did in kindergarten, a very dramatic retelling of the hardships she's faced in the way that only a child can truly believe. It's adorable.

They get home and the mood is ruined. Her parents are screaming at each other. She pulls Tara down from her shoulders and into her arms, where she can hold her properly. She pushes her head into her shoulder and keeps one hand on the back of her neck, the way she knows her sister finds comforting. She takes them upstairs as quickly and quietly as possible. She tries not to listen, but some words ring in her ears. LIAR. BASTARD. YEARS. NOT MY-

It doesn't take a genius to figure out what it's about. He walks out, and her mother stops trying at all.

Sam steps up, the way she did years ago. She's all Tara has, and she's going to make sure she's all she needs.

#/mp #ask box #Scream #Sam Carpenter #Tara Carpenter #AU: five years late #my writing tag #trigger warning -> child neglect

[tangledstarlight]

home (it's where ever you are)

Home for Luke has never really been a place.

Even when he was little he’d always thought about home as wherever his parents where. The place where he’d see them dancing in the kitchen to whatever was playing on the radio, where his dad would ruffle his hair when he came home from work, where his mom was cooking in the kitchen. 

And when he’d met Alex and Reggie, home had expanded to them as well. He handed over little parts of his heart and his soul and trusted them to keep it safe. His mom always used to tell him to be careful about who he gave his heart away to, who he trusted, people could always let you down. Hurt you even if they didn’t mean too. 

So Luke decided to hand over the rest of his heart to music. To make it a home between the strings of his guitar and leave pieces of it in the pages of his notebooks. Because maybe his mom was right, and one day someone would take the piece of his heart he’d given them and break it, but music would never do that to him. 

Music had only ever been his safe space after all. 

He was 8 the first time that he asked his dad about the music playing in their house, when he learned about bands and singers and lyrics. And about the guitar lost to the attic from a dream that had long since been given up on. Luke had spent the rest of his day scribbling words that rhyme, and some that don’t, across the blank sheets of paper that his dad gave him, and asked questions until his head hit his pillow that night. 

He dreamt of stages and lights and a guitar heavy in his hands, of lyrics that float through the air sung by a voice he can’t quite make out. 

He was 12 when he got his first guitar and spent hours, and days, and weeks teaching himself the songs that his parents used to dance around their kitchen too. He plays one of them for them on a Saturday night, fingers aching and guitar still a little too big and handwritten sheet music at his feet. 

They had clapped and smiled and asked what else he could play and Luke had suddenly realised what people meant when they talked about finding what they were good at. Finding what they were meant to do. 

It’s the day he really falls in love with music and decides he’ll do anything to feel like that every day. To make people smile and request something else. 

He was 14 and had just finished writing his first song that he thinks is actually good, when he asked Reggie and Alex if they wanted to start a band. Alex had been playing drums for the school band for a year and Reggie was just itching for a reason to play the bass he’d found in his grandparents house. 

So they clear out his parent’s garage, and when they get annoyed, they cobble together pocket money and odd jobs and find a garage to rent instead. They asked Bobby to join when they’re two months in and just shy of 15 and realise they need another sound, and that four on stage just looks better then three.

The first time they play together, after false starts and out of time choruses, that first full run through that goes without a hitch tells Luke that this is right. It’s where he’s supposed to be, with the people he’s supposed to be with, they were going to be legends. 

He’s 17 when the fights with his parents got too much, when his mom stopped listening and even his dad couldn’t meditate anymore. They wanted him to finish school, to go to college, to have a back up plan, all Luke heard is that they didn’t believe in him, in his boys, in their dreams. It’s as he rides his bike away, not even looking over his shoulder that he remembered what his mom had told him once. 

About being careful of who you gave your heart too.

He’d never thought his first true heartbreak would be his mom not believing in him. 

Luke fell in love with music how some people fall in love with a person. 

It's not until he’s 17 and dead and a ghost and alive again that he realises music has always been a person to him. He just hadn’t met her yet.

He’s 17 and standing in a garage they’d once rented as the sun is coming up, painting the room in shades of yellow and gold, shining on Julie Molina as she sings. Bright and clear and full of more emotions then he knows how to name. He’s known her less than twelve hours but Luke knows her. 

Knows her voice and her music and her smile. Thinks maybe he’s known it all his life without really knowing it. 

Luke remembers being a kid and deciding to give his heart to music, to trust it would keep it safe and whole. That home to him was always going to be where the people he loved were, the people he trusted with his very soul. Hearing Julie sing for the first time feels like coming home.

#julie and the phantoms #julie molina #luke patterson #jatp #jatp fics #what's this you ask? well i don't rightly no either actually ghfjds #in my attempt to over come the writers block from hell we're just tip tapping anything on a page and hoping for the best😌 #though i will say i fully started this like. last year i think? so if the tones are totally different that is why lmao #oh no another fic where julie is music is home to luke what a shock

[dreamsister81]

But ask him if he believes in reincarnation and you have to wait for a few seconds before you get a response.

  "WHY? What are you doing this weekend?" came the initial cryptic reply. "I have no preconceptions whatsoever about the void and about the end. I have not. Except that I feel there is none, really no end. I learnt long ago not to attach it to either myth or truths or mystic truths or special books written by people on earth from a long time ago. Not that I don't listen to it but I don't hold it as the ultimate truth because I haven't gotten there yet."-dB Magazine, #99, August 16-29, 1995

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In the low-ceilinged attic of 91 North Rembert, the band came across a temple-like scenario complete with skull candles and notebooks in which, according to Tighe, Jeff wrote about "transition and reincarnation and becoming molecules and rain."-from Dream Brother

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"Beyond death, I know nothing but in human life...some people have a love for people around them that is so powerful and carries so many gifts with it that even when they die, people are still accomplishing things through this person's love in them, because this person said, 'I see you're a writer. I see this postcard here and you're killing me in this, you're a great writer.' And he's saying, 'I never thought about writing before. But anyway, you're a great writer and this is a great piece of work. I don't even want to touch War and Peace, this is it, and 'boom', he gets hit by a car and this person goes on to be a great writer or remembers that belief, against his own hope. It's very strange, in that way he'll become immortal, he'll always be remembered. He'll be alive in people's hearts, inside people."-from an interview for Plane Truth, September 3, 1994 via Record Collector, September, 2015

Some of my favorite Jeff quotes I feel fit this day ❤️✨🕯️♾️

#you said it better than I ever could #rest in peace darling boy #jeff buckley #mylove #supremebeing #favorite #music #26 years ago

[luckyclouds]

LET ME EXPLAIN FROG FUTURE AU TO YOU ALL. Basically it's an AU in the future surrounded around Sashannarcy's future child, her name is Sam 🤩 And she has two best friends, who find themselves in a bit of a pickle.

⬆️Sam uses she/they pronouns and they're Omnisexual! Now personality wise she's very chaotic, think of younger Eda. She's actually pretty smart, but let's her emotions get the better of her and cloud her judgment, causing to sometimes act impulsively. She isn't afraid to speak her mind though!

Next up we have Molly! (Big thanks to @bunnibee513 for naming her!) Molly is actually trans and uses she/her pronouns, she is also lesbian! She's the mom friend of their trio, she's a very calm and collected person. Yet she's afraid of hurting people's feelings, and sometimes she takes on more then she can chew. She's extremely loyal to people she's close to and puts others before herself. She's just such a sweetheart and I love her! She's also Terri's future child!

Next we have Cecilia! (Lol ignore the second picture 😝) Uses she/him pronouns, and is deminsexual. He jokingly bullies her friends (don't worry isn't full on mean she knows what lines not to cross) it's his way of showing that she trusts them and loves them. Now even though she'll jokingly be mean to her friends, he's actually very nice and respectful towards new people. He actually closes himself off to new people a lot, she has a huge fear of rejection!

Now don't worry, they actually have a good friendship! Their way better then pre-calamity trio was lol. They also have these super ugly neon colored friendship bracelets they all made when they were little, and just decided to never take off 😭😭😭 They're all just so aksueueirk and I love them so much! Anyways, I think it's time we start talking about a bit of the plot for this au.

So it starts off with Sam, they're having a normal day. When they suddenly start hearing voices inside her head, and y'know instead of going to her mom who has a psych degree she decides that they can handle the problem herself, cause she doesn't want to bother anyone. So they decide to go to their basement (or attic still don't know) and she's looking around when she stumbles upon Marcy's old journal. (I'll explain the journal later) but anyways, they read all this stuff about what happened in amphibia, and eventually gets to a part about the core. Who's voices are at this point literally screaming at her to go amphibia (or something still not sure) so she goes to her two best friends. And when they all meet up they're all walking around when they see a music box, almost identical to the one in the journal. So they decide in the heat of the moment, 'hey let's go to another world!' And they buy the music box. Sam tells her friends that they don't have to go with her but they both insist, and decide to meet up later to see if the box even works. Anyways she's back home getting stuff ready, and their parents find out. Now Marcy, Anne, and Sasha obviously don't want her to go because, WELL WATCH THE SHOW AND YOU'LL SEE WHY! but anyways they go back and fourth on this, and during this the core is once again screaming so due to everything, she kinda just snaps and runs off. So they meet their friends, and she's like "WE NEED TO USE THE BOX NOW" and they do and boom they're in another world. (Amphibia)

Now let me explain the journal, since this is an AU Anne gives Marcy her journal back, which has some pages left, because right after Anne left earth she stopped writing in it. So Marcy decides to take over and she gets to the part where the crew believes that they're done with the core and king Andrias. And she runs out of pages but just shrugs it off saying that she'll get another notebook to finish it. (Spoiler alert she never does.) So in Sam eyes, it seems like 'oh, they had access to the box, but probably decided to stop using it and hide it' so obviously this causes a bit of a rift with Sam and her moms. And the core isn't helping with that, but yeah, that's basically it! Sorry if I bore you guys with this lol I just love this AU! If you have any questions FEEL FREE TO ASK I STILL HAVE A BUNCH MORE I LEFT OUT, SO I'LL PROBABLY HAVE ANSWERS TO THEM!! but yeah that's frog future au 🤩

#amphibia #sashannarcy #amphibia au #frog future au #amphibia oc #amphibia future au #amphibia future #sashannarcy future child #fruity ppl #did not read through this so sorry abt spelling errors #okay i think im done

[lattehearted]

‘ you look so familiar … didn’t we take a class together? because i could’ve sworn we had chemistry. ‘ (Beej @ Peg fsdhkfjds)

It's the first thing he says, leaning against the door jamb and sweeping her over with that indescribably warm gaze. It's not quite arousal but not entirely pure; it's a look of love that reflects the multitudes or BJ and their decade and a half together.

Peg hasn't grown more than an inch since high school, if that. She's still drowning in his old letterman jacket, hands disappearing inside the sleeves. She and Hawkeye had been sorting through old boxes from the attic and the sight of old high school relics had filled the brunet with such giddiness that Peg couldn't help but reflect it.

Peg had insisted that Hawkeye try BJ's letterman on first. That little milestone of teenage puppy love that Peg had already gotten to indulge in; Hawk deserved a taste of it. And by the way he had preened in the mirror, it was a taste he was gonna savor and sample further down the line. But when he drapes it over Peg's shoulders, he looks breathless, awed in a way that she's still learning to bask in from him. She's flushed pink and glowing from the inside out under the heat of Hawkeye's stare.

No wonder BJ feels the need to chime in with equal reverence.

"It was geometry, actually," is the first thing Peg can think to counter with, her mind swimming pleasantly but incoherently under the weight of her lovers' combined gaze.

"What, no waxing poetic about meeting in drama class this time?" Hawk's shaken off his stupor, the quip falling from his lip when Peg fails to retaliate BJ's flirt successfully.

Her mind finds a direction, leads her to a small classroom where she nearly mistakes her future husband for a teacher, towering over half of the class as he did. "Nope," she assures, popping the last syllable as she reaches into the box of mementos for a yearbook. "Mr. Myers' geometry class. His name came right after mine in the roll call," she recalls.

"Right," BJ draws the word out in realization as the memories return, slowly but surely. "You were a couple rows behind me, weren't you?"

"Close enough to watch your jaw clench when Mr. Myers nearly said your full name in class."

Hawkeye for his part clutches a hand to his chest, collapsing beside Peg on the couch in a faux feint. "I can't believe I had to go through hell and back to try and find out his full name and you got it within half an hour of meeting him."

"You'd think that, wouldn't you?" Peg smirks, though it softens immediately as Hawkeye reaches out to twirl an errant lock of her golden curls around his finger. "But no, our Beej was very lucky roll call started with last names first, because he cut poor Mr. Myers off immediately and told him he goes by BJ."

"You're one to talk," BJ laughs, perched on the arm of the couch beside his wife. "If I recall correctly, you were the one who had to let everyone know you go by Peg and not Margaret."

"I was a good girl and waited until he finished speaking before correcting him," she counters primly, giggling when BJ, without a rebuttal, leans down to kiss the tip of her nose.

"Love at first sight, huh?" Hawk has that look in his eye again, the one where he's okay just watching, soaking up the history deep in BJ and Peg's marrow from before he had even walked into their lives. As if he could walk in their past hand in hand with them if he just heard enough tales.

Instead of a joke, Peg ponders for a moment before admitting, "More like confusion at first sight. I remember writing his name down in my notebook with a big question mark, because it was such an unusual nickname."

A pause, and though she doesn't move much so Hawk can still toy with her hair, she turns to glance at her husband. She can only see reflections of the boy she met; and all the better for it. He was more free now, looser, warmer, happier. And she loved him all the more. "I didn't start doodling Mr. and Mrs. BJ Hunnicutt in my notebooks until at least a year later."

She could drown in the look BJ gives her, warm and inviting. She doesn't close her eyes yet, even as he leans in closer. "Sounds like chemistry to me, don't you think Hawk?"

Hawkeye only hums, pressing against Peg's back and reaching forward to lace his fingers with BJ's. Locked between two of her favorite people, her husband's mouth warm and familiar on hers, Hawk's mouth soft and searching on the back of her neck, Peg doesn't have the urge to argue the point.

#drops an entire unedited written on mobile ask to cheer up my bestie #ily!!!!! you did it!!!! have the babies!!!!!! #this is so stream of consciousness idk if it makes sense but take it anyway!! #( peg ; in character ) #tbt #( asks ) #remyfire

[sleepym123]

Jeff Hodek Head cannon

Some weekly head cannons of our favorite smiley man

Ok so let's start:

If you would get him a phone and make him create his own profile on an app, he wouldn't be using it that much. When he does, he posts something random or something only he understands. People would be confused and he would just laugh because they don't understand his jokes or posts.

He stays in abandoned buildings, houses, cabins and peoples attics for the night or for the time being. Now, it depends on his survival skills and luck. Living in cabins is good, but still dangerous. Cabins are in forests, which means he would be on high alert all the time because of the animals that live there. Living in attics is also dangerous, people could get onto him if he isn't quiet. He's mostly safe in abandoned buildings and houses since people don't go there often. If he has an S/O, the he lives with them.

Since he carved the smile on his face, his jaw is not in good shape. He can't really eat food in the normal way, he cuts his food in smaller pieces so he can eat properly. He often mumbles and murmurs instead of talking since of the jaw problem. But when he talks properly, let him take his time while doing so since he sounds a bit off so he tries to be understanding.

He likes naming his knives wierd names.

Since some people don't understand him when he talks, he has a small notebook and pencil with him at all times, so he can communicate better. If his S/O has a job, then he writes small but cute sticky notes on their fridge, in the morning when they leave, and in the evening when they come back. It's a short little note, but it shows his S/O that he cares.

Loves kids, adores them. So if he has a kid that thinks he's their father figure, he wont really mind it at all but will start being protective in some situations. He hates child abuse, homophobia, transphobia and really religious people in general since he thinks that people should choose who they are and what they are going to be.

Him and Liu don't really visit each other that much. But when they do, they talk and hang out the whole time. They were partners in crime in the past, but that doesn't mean they aren't now, so Liu would still help Jeff with his 'work' every once in a while just for the heck of it. Since we started talking about Liu, let's talk about the kids. Jeff just loves Liu's kids, spending time with them when they are together. The kids, of course, love spending time with him and doing some fun activities with him. He usually babysits for Liu when he's out of town or has to do some 'things'. Uncle Jeff is the best uncle in the world! *insert 1# uncle mug*

Is he the type to comfort someone when they are sad? Yes. He comforts people when it's just them alone since he doesn't really want to show his soft side in front of other people. Most definetlly will listen to them talk about it and rub their back. But there is a difference between being sad about stress and tiredness and being sad because someone was being an asshole. If its the other thing, the person will most definetlly be on the missing people part of the news.

He doesn't really do his 'work' for fun, he's more of an anti-hero since he gets rid of bad people.

If he's drunk, he gets supper clingy and wont leave the person he's with until he's sober. But that's rare since he only drinks during parties or when he's really bored. If he decides to throw something at someone in that state, he stops what he's doing and goes to that person to see if they are ok. He basicaly becomes half sober and panics, like a lot. Once he's reassured that the person is fine, he goes outside to get some fresh air and clear his mind. Then he blames it on himself and he feel guilty about it.

He is a cat and dog person

#jeff the killer #creepypasta #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta comunity #Jeff Hodek #creepypasta headcanon #jeff the killer headcanons #Jeff Hodek headcanons #3 am posts

[taestefully-in-luv]

DUUUUUDDDEEEEE. WHY DID YOU LEAVE IT A CLIFFHANGER. 😫

First, how are you? How are you doing? How are you feeling about this chapter. I hope you are doing well! Love how you interact with us and I want to let you know that you’re a cool person!

Ok now for my thoughts: when oc confronted jk and Misuk, I was ready for answers but instead I got questions which I’m like bruh lol. When she asked Jungkook why and he didn’t want to say it, I thought it was about him cheating, but now looking back into it, why would he react like that? But it makes sense later on.

The build up when she walked into the attic and going through each box, I felt adrenaline coursing through my veins. I felt I was oc when she was going through it. I felt the anxiety pressing into my chest and heart. When I read it was about her baby Haru, I immediately thought he passed away. I thought something bad happened to him like a hit and run and Jungkook was working on the case.

I can see misuk wants to let her know everything and understand her reasoning. If I had amnesia, I rather have someone let me know instead of being played like a fool and have my memories back again. I rather be hurt in the moment than feel hurt AND betrayed in the future. I like misuk but she can be impulsive (don’t know if this is the correct word to describe her lol).

My theory about Haru passing away is wrong lol, but I also had a feeling that he was kidnapped. So when Jungkook confirmed it, I felt really sad for both of them. And when he explained his situation, I felt bad even more for him. I want to know more about how oc handle it.

When she bumped into Nabi and memories flashed in her mind, I legit thought we were going to dim out lmaoo but that’s not how it works. 😔

This ties a lot to the conversation with Misuk and Subin. Misuk warnings were getting me worried and thinking. And I feel like Jungkook emphasizing to oc to trust him. Like he really needs her to trust him. I feel like Nabi was at the scene when Haru was kidnapped. I believe that what looked like to OC was cheating when he and Nabi were together and while he was distracted, Haru was kidnapped. So I feel that’s why she blames him. Or Nabi is working with someone and planned the kidnapping and tried to play the innocent but the guilt is slowing getting to her. These are my theories.

Oh and I was not expecting Seokjin to not be the man from the market! Is he the captain? Hopefully because then I will be confused and lost lol. When she was looking through the notebooks, I was confused the first time, but when the reveal about Haru happened, I feel like oc was doing an investigation on her own and I think Jungkook was not aware that she was doing it! That’s why he was confused when she mentioned a man and he didn’t know. I want to know more about the notebooks!

Brinny, once again, brilliant chapter! I had to type this fast because I’m at work rn. What’s new? I’m just surprised I haven’t been caught yet but then again everyone’s at their desk working. 🤪 I can’t wait to see what oc saw in her memories about Nabi. At this point oc should just bump heads with everyone and get her memories back that way lmaoo. I can’t wait for next week!

Have a great rest of your week babes! 🖤🖤

because i’m evil 😩

i’m doing well! i am finally alone and enjoying my solitude for the first time in like 2 months so i am HEALING or ya know, recharging lol

thank you!!!!🥺 interacting the most fun part so here i am (even if it takes some time)

yes, jungkook is afraid for truth after truth to come out because he’s afraid of the same result.

ah i’m glad the build up in the attic was good! i was worried it might feel lack luster.

also, you hit the nail with misuk! (i’ll be real, i’m not sure how that saying actually goes lmao something about hitting and nails tho right) 💀

everything will make sense about jungkook soon once we realize exactly how he handled the entire situation 👀

i really like your theories with Nabi. they make sense with how the story is unfolding so far…in my opinion 😇

so nope! the man in the market is not seokjin! i wasn’t kidding when i teased others by saying “what if seokjin isn’t even in the story yet?”

no, the captian is namjoon! was said in a previous chapter. so seokjin still isn’t in the story…?🤔

hmm that’s a good point..what you said about if oc was doing her own investigation then jungkook wouldn’t know about it bc how could he? they haven’t talked in years.

i’m so happy you enjoyed this chapter!!!! seeing your thoughts truly makes my day! thank you for reading~ pls look forward to more ❤️‍🔥

have the loveliest weekend!

#our time

[spectralsmegaverse]

Megaverse Shorts: The Doorbell

When my mother and father left, my parents told me to keep the door locked; they were very clear. No one is allowed to come in, and I cannot go out. They left on Friday, and it’s now Sunday. I haven't heard from them since.

Kelsey looked up from her notebook, nearly jumping out of her skin when the doorbell rang. She slowly rose from her chair and placed her small book in her pocket. If the bell goes off, go up to the attic and wait it out.

The bell rang again.

Kelsey shook her head and made her way to the attic. It was no issue getting up there, though she had trouble keeping quiet. Once upstairs, she closed the hatch and sat down on the sofa. Their family had just renovated the attic, so being up here isn’t too uncomfortable.

The bell rang again.

The bell is ringing now. Whoever it is has been very persistent. I followed directions and went to the attic.

They will go away: She told herself repeatedly, but something didn’t sit right. Kelsey listened as the bell rang again and again. Eventually, a man spoke to her, “Kelsey! It’s uncle Ryan!” She had to rack her brain to remember the name. She reached up and pinched the bridge of her nose. Why does it hurt when I try to remember you?

“I’m coming in!” Ryan shouted before Kelsey could hear pounding on the door. Her heart was racing. I know what to do. If they come for me, I’m supposed to fight! I have to fight! Kelsey rushed around the room before settling on a lap. She clutched it as tight as she could and hid behind the couch.

It felt like hours; she listened as doors opened and closed. She could hear movement in the hallway multiple times, and eventually, the movement stopped. “Kelsey, I need you to try and remember me. This is probably scary, but I need you to work with me.” No way. Go away. Kelsey bit her lip as she sat still. Memories slowly started coming back: Uncle Ryan used to pick her up from school. He was her father’s best friend; they did everything together. “Oh my god, you're my father's brother.”

Kelsey stood and let the lamp hit the floor. She opened the hatch as quickly as possible but didn’t go down yet. “Let me see your face.” She softly called into the hallway. Ryan moved around the ladder, “Thank god you're alive. Do you remember me?” She focused on his face, and after a moment, tears slowly slid down her cheeks. “How did I forget you? How did you get here?” Kelsey asked as she descended the ladder.

“We can’t be here when your parents return. I’m asking you to trust me, Kelsey. I will explain everything on the way back to the city.” Ryan looked down at the crying girl.

“My head is killing me,” Kelsey mumbled. What the hell is going on? Despite her worries, she decided to trust Ryan, and they left the house together.

I don’t know what’s happening with my head. I remember bits of Ryan, but nothing feels right. I hope I didn’t make a colossal mistake.

#short fiction #short story #fiction #spectrals megaverse

[suscedes]

here's a little something I've been working on

mawis as husbands is just 🥺

#4433 edits #mawis #okay but just imagine #lewis and max have dated for six years and get married #one day they start fighting a bit and max decides to leave just for a tiny break from their relationship #and lewis wants to get his mind off things so he starts cleaning the whole house #and he goes into the attic and sees a notebook with this in it #and max had made the entire notebook filled with memories of him and lewis #and lewis decides he can't lose max #and he literally takes the next flight to wherever max is and brings the notebook #and cries into max's shoulder and says he loves him and he's so sorry #like fjfjgikdjjfjgjg my heart is screaming rn #f1 #f1blr #sage's work #4433 moodboards #sir lewis hamilton #max verstappen #f1 wedding au

[sevendeadlymorons]

hello! can i request for the brother and undateables (if you don’t want simeon is just okay) headcanons for seeing mc sketches book and mc drew some positions with them? thank you! (sorry if i bothered you and my english is not will)

Sorry for the delay in writing your request, i really like this idea and I will get right on it for you :)

You absolutely did not bother me whatsoever and your English was great btw x

Brothers + Undateables Reaction to Seeing MC’s Sketchbook

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Lucifer

Saw it lying on your desk when he came in to clean your room

He was never one to pry but he eventually found himself flicking through the pages of the book

Each page was filled with sketches of flowers or scenery or the cats that wander outside the house

He was so intrigued by these intricate drawings of yours, finding himself rather impressed by the skill you had

Around about the end, he notices sketches of his brothers, each in particular poses, drawn in such beautiful detail

He smiles to himself as he continues to flick through multiple pages of Asmo, not really surprised that he’s the main model of your drawings

That’s when he came across one of him

It was him sitting down in his study, enjoying the sound of one of his records. He didn’t even know you drew him.

It looked so real, like it was a photo. The way the shading was so perfect and how you drew his small smile so delicately. Incredible.

He was so taken back, he had to see more

Walks past you in the corridor with your sketchbook behind his back

I’m sure you wouldn’t mind if he borrowed it for a little while

Mammon

Bust into your room to tell you about this massive loss he had gambling again but you weren’t there

He looked around but all he could find was a singular book lay open on your bed

One peek couldn’t hurt, he thought, already flicking through the contents of the book

His eyes widen as he saw more and more of your art, each drawing so filled with detail

Since when was his human so talented, and when were they planning on telling him?

He kept flicking through until he saw his brothers in several different poses

He felt kind of hurt that you’d never asked him to model for you before

Each page that went by, the more impressed he was

This has gotta be worth a lot with how incredible these drawings are

Suddenly, he reached one of him. He was surprised since you’ve never asked him to model for you so when did you draw this?

It was him smiling while counting his money in his room. He didn’t want to know how you got this to be honest

But he was amazed by the detail put in. The amount of time you must have put into this makes his cheeks blush like crazy at the thought of you drawing something so time consuming for him

He ran out, notebook to chest, flicking through the pages with a goofy smile on his face in his room

Leviathan

Didn’t mean to snoop, just casually found it open on your desk so how could he resist...

His jaw dropped as he flicked through, admiring the never ending sketches of scenery or animals

Literally woooaaahhh’s in his head after looking at each drawing

Gets to his brothers drawings and he’s amazed

You can draw realistic too??!

His mind is running wild at the thought of you drawing all his favourite anime characters

Wonders if there’s any of him but he can’t remember you asking him to pose for any so he gets sorta upset

Who’d want to draw a yucky otaku like him anyway

Continues to flick through, still trying to get over how good the one before was until he sees the one on the next page and he’s starting all over again

In complete awe at how incredible they all were, each detail perfect and the facial features were sharp and precise every single time

Onto the next page and he felt his heart beat out of his chest. No way, could it be...

It was a drawing of him, focused on his game with this concentrated look on his face. When did you even draw that?! He feels his entire face burning up as he stares at himself. You drew him so well...

Clutches the book to his chest, very very close to tears, and runs off to find you to ask you to draw him and Ruri-Chan

Satan

Walks past and sees you drawing in this little book so peeps over your shoulder to see what you were doing

He’s overcome with surprise as he stares at your beautiful drawing of the flower that was sitting on the table in front of you

He crosses his arms on top of your head and laughs as you jump out of your seat, holding the notebook tightly to your chest

He apologise for snooping but tells you how incredible he thinks your art is, watching your face closely as it turns red

He asks if he can see more as your current drawing had intrigued him, and held out his hand to you

You hesitate but happily hand it over, sitting back down and patting the seat next to you

You watch as he flicks through, his eyebrows raising every few times, then looking over and flashing you a smile

Why didn’t he know about this? These drawings were incredible

He especially liked the drawings of the stray cats outside, as his face lit up, pointing and telling you the names of the ones you drew

When he got to his brothers, he couldn’t help but be massively impressive at the intricate detail you put into them as well as the unique poses you put them in to

He doesn’t remember you asking him to pose for anything but he continues to flick through, hopeful

As he flick the page, he comes face to face with a drawing of him. His eyes widen as he scans over the drawing of him holding a book between his fingers as his face looking tranquil and calm.

He looks over at you who had a nervous face, obviously trying to figure out if he liked it or not, to which he smiles widely and tells you he’ll be borrowing it as he’d really like to see more

Asmodeus

You left a book in his room after he’d finished paining your nails

He went to go return it to you when he felt the sudden urge to take a peek inside before hand

Maybe it’s something erotic, he thinks, as he begins to open the book on his bed

When he first sees your drawings, it’s so much better than anything erotic he’s ever seen

His lips twist into a sweet smile as he flicks through the book, his hand resting on his chin, making small humming noises every few seconds

He never knew you were an artist!

The drawings of his brothers were beautiful and he felt sorta jealous that he hasn’t seen a single one of him yet

He desperately turned page after page, searching for drawings of him

At the final page, he finally saw himself. He was speechless as he stares at the incredibly drawn masterpiece of him.

It was of him sitting sweetly on the couch, looking at his freshly paint nails with delight, the drawing perfectly capturing the mood of the moment

He squeals as he hugs the book to his chest as if it was his prized possession

He goes running after you to ask if he could model for more of your art as it was love at first sight

Beelzebub

On his daily snoop around in your room for snacks when he saw a small notebook on your desk

He didn’t want to invade your privacy but he was just too tempted, one peek wouldn’t hurt

He opened it and was greeted by your incredible art. He stopped eating and stared at it, completely in shock at how good they were

He kept flicking through all your little quick draws. Flowers, animals and food. He especially liked those ones

When he came across his brothers, all in these complex poses, he smiled wide and began flicking through to find him, quite excited to see what you drew for him

He went past Belphie’s and a sweet smile spread across his face as he imagined you trying to keep him awake so you could draw him

He kept flipping through but there was still no sign of him. He felt sorta left out at that thought but kept on going through hopefully

Finally, on the very last page, was a drawing of him. It wasn’t like any of his brothers tho, it was him completely in his zone

He had a burger in his hand and was going in to bite down on it, a grin plastered on his lips as the perfect detail showed joy in his eyes

He stares on, wide eyed. This was amazing. He wanted to keep it and store it somewhere so he could look at it forever

Picks up the book to go find you, wandering around like an excited puppy

He was going to give you the biggest hug you’ve ever experienced

Belphegor

Was asleep on the sofa opposite you when the sound of a pencil sketching on a piece of paper woke him up, so he opens his eyes and begins to sit up, rubbing his eyes and looking towards where the sound was coming from

Immediately sees you drawing away into a book, to which he raises his eyebrow and walks behinds you to take a peek

You didn’t seem to notice him getting up as you were completely focused on your sketch so he looks over your shoulder to see a sketch of... him.

Were you just drawing him sleeping?

Thought it was sorta cute actually

He admired how you delicately put in extra minor details that made the drawing look so realistic to him

He couldn’t take his eyes off it, your drawing was incredible

And you drew him lookin good too

You felt something tickle your neck so you turned around quickly to see Belphie peering over your shoulder, staring straight at your art, a big smile plastered on his smug face

Your face burns up in embarrassment as you realise he saw you drawing him sleeping but he just responds with a small laugh and a pat on the head as he jumps over the couch to sit next to you, offering out his hand in a way of saying “let me see”

He flicks through all your nature sketches and the ones of him and Beel, not really bothering about his other brothers, a persistent smile on his lips and a hand glued to your thigh

He was impressed, but surprised he never knew. He really wanted to take it so he could look at it more

So he did just that. Stood up, sketchbook in hand, straight towards the attic to binge through every single drawing in there

Diavolo

You came over to him and asked him to hold your book while you went to go do something, to which he agreed and carried on with his work

He kept eying it on the desk next to him. He’s never been one to snoop, but he couldn’t help but look at it

He flicked through the pages, each one filled to the brim with sketches, doodles and beautiful portraits

He couldn’t believe his eyes, you drew these?

The artwork was captivating, so stunning and detailed with each one he flipped through

He chose well when he picked you to be his exchange student, so talented

He couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought of you putting the brothers into these poses and making them sit still for hours while you drew them

He found that a smile appeared on his face as he looked at all the antics the brothers get into which you skilfully drew to savour the moment

That’s when he found himself. Sat graciously on his throne with a huge grin on his face. The detail so incredible it looked almost real. His jaw dropping slightly at the mere sight of it

When was this drawn?

But he didn’t care, he was smiling giddily at it. Honoured you’d spend your personal time drawing him

He knows who his next royal artist is going to be

Barbatos

Diavolo had a little party organised for you and the brothers and when he saw you enter with a book lodged under your arm, he was rather intrigued

Watches as you walk out mid way through the event to an empty room, book still in hand, and so he decides to follow you in case you wanted company

Walks in to see you, pencil in hand, scribbling away at the book

He sits next to you and you jump, startled at his sudden presence

He asks what it is you’re doing and stares down at your open book, watching his eyebrows raise in surprise at your art work

Your face flushes pink as he offers out his hand, asking to see more. You nod and hand it over to him, watching him flick through the pages

He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Your art was excellent and so detailed. Even the small sketches were near perfection

He looks over at you and flashes you a small genuine smile of delight

When he sees the drawings of the brothers, he chuckles and compliments you on how well drawn they are

When he turned the next page, he didn’t expect to see himself though

He was sat cross legged with a cup of tea in his fingers, his face visibly delighted

He clears his throat in surprise, hiding the obvious grin on his lips, and hands it back to you, giving you a small pat on the shoulder as he exits the room

He was amazed. He’ll be mentioning this to Diavolo for sure

Simeon

You honestly come to the angel whenever you need peace from the brothers, so he’s seen you sketching away in that little pad of yours several times, but never actually seen what’s inside of it

One day, you got up to go get something and asked him to look after the book for you, to which he nodded and held the book in his lap

Now... Simeon never snoops, but looking down at your sketchbook, curiosity took over him

He opened it and lay it on his lap, staring down at the multiple little drawings you had scattered on one page

He smiles and turns to the next page, once again greeted by more of your amazing drawings of cats, birds, trees, followers and the House of Lamentation

He keeps turning the page, drawing after drawing, each one seemingly getting better than the last

When he saw the little drawing of Luke he couldn’t help but chuckle at how sweet he looked. He’d have to ask you if he could keep it later

Then he saw the brothers and he admired how well you drew them all, each detail drawn to perfection. He most enjoyed their demon forms and how beautiful they all looked

As soon as he flicked to a drawing of him, he stopped in his tracks, staring down at your sketch in disbelief

He didn’t care too much about when you drew it, all he cared about was how astonishing you made him look

He was stood with his hand on his hip, a small smile displayed on his face as his cloak carefully draped around his arms

He put the book back before you re-entered the room. He’ll ask you if he could take another look later

Solomon

Couldn’t help but notice you sketching something in class, since you share a lot of them together and it happens almost every lesson

He doesn’t really care at first but when he finds it laying on the table after you’d forgotten it, he couldn’t help but look

First couple of pages were filled with small sketches and he was pretty impressed. He does a bit of doodling and draws his summoning circles himself so looking at your art was pretty intriguing to him

When he sees the drawing of the brothers, he realises you’ve actually got a hell of a talent for drawing

He decides to go find you and return it, but he’ll keep flicking through as he walks, because he’d really like to see more

As he’s walking and flicking through, a smile begins to form on his face as he sees sketches of Luke and Simeon having a tea party together, something he knew went on weekly with the 3 of you

He stops walking as he stumbles across something he never expected to see

It was him, practising his spells with a focused look on his face

He has absolutely no clue when you drew you and honestly, slightly creeped out

Ignores it though since the drawing of him came out pretty good and the details you put on his face were incredibly done. He felt himself blush slightly at the fact you actually took the time to draw him

Eventually found you and yelled out your name, waving the sketchbook in his hand as he watched you rush over, your cheeks burning red as you cover your face. He smiles sweetly as he walks off

This guy couldn’t get any more sketchy even if he tried

Luke

Simeon needed to talk to Lucifer, so he brought Luke along since he was bored. He started wandered the house when those two began talking about things he didn’t understand.

He reaches your room and knocks on the door, but there was no answer, so he let himself in

Kid can’t keep his hands to himself, he’s touchin everything he sees. So when he sees a book on your desk, he can’t help himself

Sits on your bed and opens it, his eyes widening as he’s greeted by several incredible sketches

He’s having the time of his life flicking through them all, going through flower after flower, the stray cats he sees outside the house and of course, the demons

He thought all the drawings were the coolest things he’s ever seen in his life

He had to show Simeon

He was about to go running to show him when one of them caught his eye. It was a drawing of him?

He was stood on a stool baking his cakes. The intricate details standing out, making him gawk in awe. He didn’t know when you drew this, but he didn’t care. You made him look amazing

The drawing of him made his eyes tear up, he was so so happy that you drew him

Wiped his eyes and clung to the book, running into the room where Simeon was so he could show him your beautiful drawings too

This was so damn fun to write, but fuck did it take days to do :,)

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me leviathan #obey me mc #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me satan #obey me belphie #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me luke #obey me dateables

[1p2p-heta-imagines]

Old ask redo:

1p North Italy and 1p South Italy yandere headcanons

(Please do not proceed if topics like kidnapping, stalking, or other things associated with the yandere trope trigger you! Make sure to take care of your mental health! 🖤)

(Yandere is a fictional trope do not start demonising real people with personality disorders due to these headcanons, get off my blog if you’re going to do that shit)

1p N. Italy:

• His obsessions can be pretty much anyone, whether he knows them well or if they’re complete strangers doesn’t matter to him at all

• He’s very manipulative and barely anyone expects it, the happy-go-lucky, carefree attitude is mostly a cover up so no one really knows about his yandere traits

• He’s not that much of a stalker, really only doing it if he gets worried that they’re seeing someone else

• Will try to isolate them from their friends and family by lying and saying how cruel they are to him when they’re not around, how they insult and demean him

• Kidnapping isn’t something he wants to do nor will do, he’s spend so long building up this façade, he doesn’t want that to potentially get shattered and have to start all over again

• He’s basically always touching them. He doesn’t care if it’s holding their hand, wrapping his arm around them, huddling beneath an umbrella together, etc. He’ll get all quiet and dejected if he can’t until they let him again

• He leaves his things over whenever he goes to their house as an “accident”, either so he has an excuse to come back and see them again or so people that come over will know he’s there

• Buys them a lot of things, their rent and bills paid, fine jewellery and expensive clothing being presented to his darling like they’re everyday items

1p S. Italy:

• His obsessions are typically people who have been his friend for a while, everyone in his life favoured his brother so for someone to favour him, it’s very meaningful

• He’s the biggest stalker of any 1p or 2p, if he can’t do it in person then he’s immediately checking their social media over and over again through a million different accounts, it’s to the point that he doesn’t pay attention in meetings

• He treats them like they’re made of glass, he’s constantly worried that he’s going to scare them off or make them hate him

• Notes down literally everything about them. Favourite colour, pets, birthday, address, number, job, whatever he can find out will be locked away in either a notebook or his notes app

• Will steal their things, typically clothes, and just sleep with it near him so he can feel like they’re with him all the time

• Sprays their deodorant/perfume/cologne all over his house so it constantly smells like them, it helps calm him down a lot

• He’s not opposed to kidnapping them, he just doesn’t have much space in his house to put them since he has a lot of things in his attic and basement that he’d need to clean out and organise, but that’s a lot of effort and he can’t be bothered, most the time

• He can get a tad aggressive with people close to them, and by that, I mean that he’ll literally knock out a delivery person out if they’re the ones delivering to them too often

#1p #Hetalia #1p Hetalia #1ptalia #1p Italy #1p North Italy #1p Veneziano #1p South Italy #1p Romano #1p Headcanons #Hetalia Headcanons #1p Hetalia Headcanons #1ptalia Headcanons #Yandere #Yandere 1p #Yandere Hetalia #Yandere 1p Hetalia #Yandere 1ptalia #Yandere 1p Italy #Yandere 1p North Italy #Yandere 1p Veneziano #Yandere 1p South Italy #Yandere 1p Romano #Character Headcanons #Yandere Headcanons

[mammss]

Hello! Can I request Mammon making romantic scenarios with MC before going to sleep? I headcannon that he imagines situations like the one in "Grease" or something like that! Thank you and have a good day❤

mammon creating romantic scenarios to fall asleep

a/n: I dont think you understand when I saw this and screamed!!!! It's kinda funny because I said the same thing in my mammon head cannons pt1 and I never thought about writing about it until now

WARNINGS: lesson 15/16 spoilers, mentions of death, angsty??? but like only in the beginning

a very sad fact mammon does experience nightmares, and very often

these nightmares are always different from losing lilith again and the celestial war flashbacks, to his brothers dying but most of the time they're always about mc.

now don't get me wrong he does have good dreams about mc but most of them are bad only because he won't ever get over the attic incident

if you ever asked him to recite this dream he could tell you in a heartbeat but to sum it up... all he can see is his your limp body in his arms and his blurry tears raining on you

as soon as he screams your name for the umpteenth time everything goes red and blurry and he wakes up in a cold sweat

he tells himself it's not real every time and tries to go back to sleep but when he experienced the nightmare for a week straight and worried mc he knew he had to do something about it

after school he made a b-line to his room and spent hours on the web to see how he can finally have a normal sleep schedule and combat these nightmares

after reading articles and watching videos, he came across a web form that seemed to have the answers to his problems and he didn't have to spend any money!

all he had to do was dream of romantic scenarios with your partner or crush

mammon shut down the moment he read that, how was he supposed to dream of romantic scenarios of you when he hasn't even confessed his feelings for you?

but he really wanted to sleep peacefully so it was this or no sleep

that night he pulled out a notebook a secret notebook full of info about you and cute date ideas he wants to take you on

he flipped threw the notebook and stoped at a page full of romantic things to do at the beach after he watched some human world movies with you 

after scripting what he was gonna say and do he finally drifted off 

he imagined an empty secluded beach with the waves crashing perfectly and the sun shining in the sky but ready to set

the sand was still warm and as he took in the scene he saw you running up to him in the cutest beach outfit he imagined

after playing with each other all day the night began the creep up and mammons dream was almost done 

but before he left he had one last thing he wanted to accomplish...

as he held you close he noticed a sad look in your eyes and he could tell what it was about he also shared the same look

“this isn’t the end, I promise mc”

and as he said his final words he grabbed your neck and the two of you shared a passionate kiss any romance movie/anime could rival

#obey me mammon #obey me #mammon x reader #mammon headcanon #mammon fluff #mammon x mc #obey me fluff #obey me headcanons #mammon angst

[wonder-duos]

i wished for you

pure kghn fluff

in elementary school, shouyou makes a list of things he wants in the perfect best friend. every time he thinks of something new, he pulls out a folded piece of notebook paper and adds to it, his messy handwriting filling the page. at first, the only bullet point on the paper is:

reads slower than me, because tanyu-chan keeps getting mad when we read shonen jump together and he’s done with the page before i am!

yeah, it starts as a childish dig at tanyu, but he finds that he can’t let it go. a couple days later, when he sees a classmate with pretty, attention-grabbing eyes, he adds another point.

blue or green or gray eyes, because they’re cool and rare

and so the list grows.

tall and dark so we look cool standing together

likes peaches on yogurt so we can have it as an after-school snack together

birthday is after mine (important)

doesn’t care about girls

(this is added in a fit of pique, when izumi ditches shouyou to talk to his crush for the third day in a row.)

always knows what i want

likes volleyball (required)

by the time he hits high school, the sheet of paper is worn along the folds, chronicling the changes in shouyou’s handwriting. for years, it has been tucked away in a box in the attic.

and then in second year, natsu finds it, barreling into shouyou’s room while he’s hanging out with tobio, waving an old piece of notebook paper.

“nii-chan!” she shrills. “this sounds just like your grumpy friend! oh, hi, tobio-nii.”

shouyou goes bright scarlet, stammering out pitiful explanations as tobio stares at him, because how on earth is he going to explain that his elementary-school self basically manifested the perfect best friend/partner/boyfriend?

(luckily for him, tobio thinks it’s hilarious.)

#kagehina #kageyama tobio #hinata shouyou #hq #hannah screams #hannah writes