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there's nothing really wrong with me; i'm just choking almost constantly || Polyam! Ghostface x GN! Reader

title from Twinkle Lights by The Sonder Bombs

Reader is dealing with the aftermath of their sexual assault, to which they still haven't told Billy and Stu that it was even a thing that happened. After a particularly rough night, the boys comfort them.

1st person POV

TRIGGER WARNINGS: there is reference to past SA, but it's not too graphic. the reader talks about it and there's like, references about it through out the text- and I know it can be really traumatic for some to read it so PLEASE be careful and read at your own risk. panic attacks, nightmares, i believe that's it !! let me know if I need to add more warnings!!

I blink awake, filled with an erratic, heart-pounding panic. It takes a moment to realize where I am- home, in my bed, by myself. I'm not at the trailer and I can't feel his breath down my neck anymore.

I let out a shaky breath and sit up slowly, trying not to shock my body anymore.

My body feels unstable and wrong as I walk through the house. My mind and body caught in a fuzzy sort of dream state.

I dial Stu's phone number, because I know he'll ask less questions than Billy- and that's what I needed right now. Just a distraction.

I school my voice to properly fake that sort of "I'm fine, nothing bad has ever happened to me" tone.

I clear my throat. "Stuey? I know it's a little late, but-"

"Nah, it's okay, baby. Whaddya need?"

I laugh- of course Stu sounds so chipper, he was likely up looking at Play Boys or watching total torture porn (aka a load of trash).

"Could you pick me up? It'd be nice to stay at your place tonight."

I can practically hear him grin on the other line. "Ab-so-LUTE-ly!"

I kind of half-giggle and thank him. I pull on an extra-long hoodie and grab the handmade Michael Myers plush my friend gave me off my bed. I wait out on the front porch for him to arrive.

I settle into Stu's bed, and he hurriedly puts his magazines and other items under his bed, careless to the minor scrumpling to his merchandise.

“Hey baby,” he kisses the top of my head and I try not to shrink away too much when he does so. I know it’s Stu, I know I’m safe- I can still feel his touch around my body, his hands at my throat, though. It’s so hard not to think he’s there with me, in bed next to Stu and I.

I smile at him and let him turn his lamp off even if the darkness and the looming shadows in his room are wholly disorienting.

I can feel a light tickle against the shell of my ear, like someone is whispering, “I won't be able to stop myself.” I shake him off of me and turn to my other side.

Just leave me alone, please.

I probably toss in my sleep the whole night, but Stu doesn’t seem bothered when we wake in the morning. My eyes are bleary and blinking back tears, hoping he doesn’t see.

I should know better than to think Stu could keep any secret from Billy. I'm still surprised, however, that Billy jostles into the Macher's kitchen at 9am, already with a prickled attitude.

I drop the spoon into my bowl of cereal, milk splashing up and over onto the counter. I try to school my expression into something more neutral, so my surprise doesn’t hurt him.

“Billy,” I greet.

He replies back with my name, which I can only half-hear through the fuzzy, distant feeling in my body.

Billy sits on a stool next to me, moving my bowl a little further from my reach. “Why were you up so late?”

I half-laugh, still tired, still groggy. “What, I’m not allowed to stay up?” I tease. And the hurt sick feeling settles in my throat.

Billy shakes his head and sighs- he’s clearly frustrated.

Stupid. Stop teasing him, he’s- I physically shake the thought off. Trying desperately to repel the negative energy like water to oil. Get it together.

“C’mon,” Billy tries again. He seems abnormally pissy, and I wonder what Stu told him on the phone. It’s no way that either of them could have figured it out, but the lump in my throat still grows at the possibility.

“Just- missed Stu. That’s all.”

“You brought along your plushy,” he says, like that’s supposed to prove anything. “And that big hoodie of yours that you only wear when you’re sad.”

“Did Stu tell you that?” I try not to sound too antsy or annoyed. I know they’re only worried. Of course they’re worried- of course they know my tells like the back of their hands. I should have just stayed home, even if that meant waking up with the feeling of him pressed against my body.

He nods. “You always tell us what’s wrong,” and he whispers my name in that hard-soft tone he gets when he’s anxious. I shiver.

“Nothing’s. . . nothing’s wrong.” I try and I know it’s bullshit. It’s a dumb attempt and Billy sees right through it. “Nothing that you can fix.”

And I know Billy takes it as a personal attack- that I think he can’t take care of me. That his comfort isn’t enough, that he isn’t enough. I don’t know how to tell him that’s not what I meant, though, without telling him what happened. It feels hard to breathe, I take a shaky, sharp breath in. It doesn’t help.

I don’t even know what’s going on, my eyes teary and blurred. My ears are ringing out. My body feels so fuzzy and too soft at the edges. My thoughts muddle in my brain and I don’t know if I'm breathing or talking or breathing or- I gasp out.

Stu’s hands hold my shoulders tightly, trying to ground me. He’s done it a hundred times before, and it works nearly every time.

My breath is labored, heavy and quick. Too quick. I still can’t feel myself breathing.

Billy and Stu both try to reassure me- I think. Their voices still unclear through the fog.

“‘M sorry, ‘m sorry, sorry, sorry,” I repeat, till the word feels unsafe and garbled through my lips. “Shouldn't have to- shouldn’t have, shouldn’t have to. Have to- have to worry.”

My voice sounds so far away, like I’m speaking into a dying microphone, to the clashing, screaming crowd before me. Feeling so unheard, so unseen, even at center stage.

The fog fades around Billy’s voice. “Hey, hey, it’s fine. Just- stop apologizing,” my name is slow on his tongue. “Can you hear me? C’mon, baby, you’re worrying Stu.”

And I should respond. But everything just feels so- off. I’m not even sure what I’d say. I don’t want to explain myself.

When the fog finally finally cuts through, I can breathe again. I’m sitting on the tiled floor of the Macher kitchen, with my knees pulled up against my chest. Billy and Stu sit on either side of me, their hands tentatively retracted from my body.

I can finally breathe in the clearing. I could cry, if feeling my feelings didn’t hurt so much. If everything didn’t hurt.

My breath takes a while to steady, and when it does, Billy takes this as a sign to pounce on me again.

“What happened, baby?” And he sounds so . . . concerned. It hurts to know I’m hurting him. My body aches with every pound of my heart against my chest.

“I think I had a panic attack,” I managed.

Stu lets out an awkward laugh, and I don’t freak out this time when he touches my shoulder. “No shit!”

He murmurs an apology and repeats himself, quieter now. It was sweet. Stu was so sweet and I can’t get over myself to just- live and not cause all this . . . all this angst and trial and tribulations between us. Billy would remind me- if I vocalized this ache - in my own words, that having tough emotions aren’t a burden. It feels like it is though.

“I’m sorry,” I try and Billy shushes me. He seems annoyed still, I know it’s just the look he has when he’s scared, though.

Fuck, he’s scared. Get yourself together.

I swallow down the lump in my throat.

“Okay, fine. I can’t apologize, I get it.” I realize now that my voice croaks out, like I'd been crying.

My eyes still feel hazy around the edges and they still struggle to focus on anything properly.

“What can I say then?” I teasingly ask, and I feel sick to my stomach.

Please don’t ask me why. Please don’t ask why. Please don’t ask why. Please.

“What’s up with you?” Billy asks. I’m not sure if that’s any better of a question though.

“I- I can’t tell you.”

Billy rolls his eyes. “We can’t help you if we don’t know what’s wrong.”

Stu sighs, giving my shoulder a gentle squeeze. His fingers tense when he speaks. “Please? We won’t- Stu glances at Billy and then back at myself- I won’t ask any other questions, I promise.”

I give a humorless laugh in response. “Real assuring.”

“C’mon, I can’t control what Billy does,” he whines.

And there it is again. The lump in my throat. His breath tickling against my face. “I just can’t control myself around you.”

The attempts to shake off his incessant greed seem to only be in vain.

“Just- just get off of me, please,” I have to wrench the words out of my throat. “Please, ‘m sorry for- I’m sorry- just. Let go.”

Stu quickly winds his hand from my shoulder and puts his hands up, in defense. He looks at me all confused, his eyes wide and his brows furrowed.

He lowers his hands and gives me those stupid, big blue puppy eyes. “What’s wrong?” And he says it so gently. His voice felt warm and comforting.

“Just- I. Give me a moment.”

“Okay,” both boys reply.

“I- I think I was sexually assaulted.” My voice comes out in a tight whisper, lodged somewhere between my throat and the tension of the kitchen conversation. “I thought- I thought it was my fault or maybe it didn’t- it didn’t happen. Or- or maybe I misremembered it but-”

My voice gets caught and I let out a measly sob.

“Woah,” Billy carefully reaches a hand out towards me, but doesn’t touch me. “Woah, woah. Baby,” he whispers. “What- who did this to you?”

I sniffle. I didn’t want to tell them.

It felt so much more real speaking it aloud.

His voice feels dirty against my body, and I just want to get away from him. But he’s in the walls, he’s in my dreams. And I can’t escape. He’s sitting with me as my boyfriend’s try to comfort me.

“I know better than that. I should have known better than that and-” my throat feels all funny, like I can’t breathe again. A sharp intake in, a shaky breath out. “And I still let him put his grubby hands all over me.”

“Woah, baby,” Billy’s voice is impossibly quiet and calm. He appears more apologetic and concerned with how I am, than the dark, revengefulness that usually seeps out of him when someone hurts me. “Baby, look at me, okay?”

I keep my head snuggled at the top of my knees, straining my eyes to look in his direction. I hum, not trusting myself to speak without crying.

“It’s not- it’s not your fault. Whatever happened, it’s-”

My mouth seems to be on its own agenda. And my head feels impossibly fuzzy again. Everything is so . . . so disconnected. I tap my fingers against my shins, and they don’t feel like they’re really there at all. No matter how many times I tap them in the same familiar pattern.

Nothing feels right.

“I shouldn't have been such a tease. I- he told me to stop, said he wouldn’t be able to control himself if- and, and I didn’t listen, Billy. Was so confused, didn’t know where I was, Stuey and- and he- I told him that. But I should’ve listened. He w-warned me and I should have- I’m sorry.”

“Hey, shh,” Billy tries once more. “It’s okay, it’s okay. It’s not your fault, baby. Whatever- whoever it was, who convinced you . . . it doesn’t matter, okay? He doesn’t- you didn’t make him do anything. You-” even Billy struggles with it.

He sighs, “what do you need from us? Just right now- what do you need at this moment, okay?”

Stu tries, as well. Learning from his previous mistake.

“Is it okay to hug you or touch your shoulder right now?”

I shake my head. His hands at my throat, his voice tickled against my face.

His hands at my throat, telling me to behave.

Taking my “i’m fine”s and “okay”s out of context, blatant ignorance of my confusion.

“Could we just- could we sit on the couch maybe?”

It felt better, safer, in the openness of the living room.

Like I wasn't going to suffocate and, like, explode or something.

Stu's hanging his limbs off one end of the couch, and Billy tentatively perches on a couch arm. I assume Billy is sitting strangely to give me space- Stu's position is natural though. He always sits weird, and does things weird, which I love. I love him. I love Billy, and I'm just. I'm hurting them- I'm sitting in the middle of the couch, shaky and strange, and hurting them.

“What can we do?” Billy sounds gentle. He sounds sincere. I think . . . he is. The whole situation is strange and terrifying. I want to go back to sleep and hope when I wake that the past few months were some fever dream instead.

I let out a shaky, heaving sigh.

“I don’t- I don’t know.”

“That’s- that's okay. Baby,” his voice is sturdy, despite the uncertainty bleeding in.

“Yeah!” Stu smiles at me, and it feels sort of warm. It feels almost good.

“You shouldn’t have to deal with someone so damaged.” I stare at my feet and my hands fidgeting absently in my lap. Tears pricking, stinging at my eyes.

I stumble over and retract apologies in my head. Trying to justify what he had done to me, to pin what he said, to pin his hands around my neck and push me down, as my own fault. As my own actions.

I can’t tell Billy that. Not to him, not to Stu.

Billy has this restrained look in his eyes, and his face is twisted into an almost scowl. I don’t know what he’s thinking, but I know I shouldn’t have said that. Because Billy thinks he’s broken, all the time.

He’s told me or alluded to his mom’s disappearance, to his asshole father. About the disconnect between himself and his own thoughts, his hands and his actions. He’s told us why he’s only ever felt safe and trusting in the arms of his lovers.

And that he’s so afraid that one day, we’ll up and leave him, too.

That he’s too damaged, too broken, to be loved.

And I go and fuck it up again. I only know how to hurt.

“That’s, wait- that’s not. I’m sorry, Billy. I-”

And his voice is uncharacteristically sweet. It’s calm and low, and I can’t hear held back anger.

“It’s okay.”

“What?” My voice is small and squeaks out, unsure.

“It’s okay. Baby," Billy says my name with my name with care. “You’re not- you will never be too fucked up to be loved by us.”

Stu smiles, protective. “I- we will never let that happen to you again.”

They offer physical comforts, they lean closer but not close enough to touch me.

Maybe I shouldn’t be so trusting. He had promised to never hurt me and I followed him blindly. But Billy & Stu aren’t him. And I should be allowed to put my faith into others, without fearing I'll be hurt again.

I lean into Billy's touch, allowing him to encase me in his strong arms. Stu leans against us, bringing his long, sweater-clad arms around the huddled mess of us.

Maybe it's against my better judgements.

Maybe it's a mistake.

But maybe, too, this is safety. This is love.

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ghost4meeks · 7 months

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𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐊 | 𝐫. 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬

𖤐 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𖤐 * "𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊'𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑, 𝒋𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒓 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒆, 𝒊 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒕. …𝒓𝒂𝒚, 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖." *

𖤐 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐬, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫, (𝐲/𝐧) 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐮, 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 (𝐲/𝐧) 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐬𝐬

𖤐 * 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒚 - 𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌 *

𝐎𝐍𝐄

Casey perused through her small shelf of tapes, eyebrows knit together as she examined each one.

"You know this stuff better than I do, (y/n/n). What do you think?"

She made no effort to hide her frustration.

"You sure? Last time I picked you made me sleepover with you for a week." I let out a quiet snicker as I ripped the label off the Jiffy Pop and placed it on the burner. We had watched Halloween while babysitting the Kennedys and she practically pissed herself.

"You knew what you were doing picking that movie while we were babysitting," she walked over to the kitchen, leaning against the counter, "and poor James had to walk in right when the guy got killed in the kitchen."

I gasped. "That's why we don't sit for them anymore?! I thought they just got tired of us raiding their fridge."

"Just go pick a movie!" Casey laughed, shoving me towards the living room as I laughed with her.

I smiled, crouching down and squinting at the dark shelf to try and find the movie I was looking for.

I consider myself a horror buff. I've seen too many to count but remember them all in ridiculous detail. Probably because I'm so attentive.

Out of nowhere, the phone rang, making me flinch.

"I'll get it," Casey assured, picking up the phone with a smile. I gave her a nod before focusing on the shelf once more, cheesing when I found the tape.

'Friday the 13th. Never gets old.'

I grabbed it and walked back to the kitchen just as Casey hung up the phone.

"Who was it?" I asked, curious as I placed the VHS on the counter. "Steve call to say hi~?"

"Nah. Just some wrong number caller," she shrugged turning to take the popcorn off the stove when the phone rang again. She grabbed it and I decided to start locking up the house for the night.

I went to the front door, back door, and patio before coming back to the kitchen to see the color drain from her face, the phone still to her ear. "What did you say?" she softly asked, her tone a 180 flip from a minute ago.

"What's wrong?" I mouthed, my concern growing as she speed walked to the patio door, cutting on the lights. We looked but saw nothing out of the ordinary, other than the occasional squirrel.

"Uh, nah, I don't think so," She dismissed, hanging up the phone as she jiggled the door handle, making sure it was locked.

"Case, what's wrong? Who was that on the phone?" I asked again, following her back to the kitchen. This wasn't like Casey, and I don't know if there was something in the air but I had a bad feeling.

"I-I don't know. We were just talking about movies when he said he could see me. I don-." The familiar blare of the phone made her jump and I took it from her, picking up.

"I told you not to hang up on me," the voice on the other side said deeply.

"And I'm telling you now to leave us the fuck alone. Don't call again," I spat, hanging up as soon as I finished.

Casey was shaking, and the popcorn was smoking, long burned.

"Relax, Case. He's probably just a prank caller," I assured her, rubbing her shoulder, "and worse comes to worse, all the windows and doors are locked."

"Don't lie to me, (y/n/n). I feel like something bad's gonna happen. I know you can, too," she looked over to me, fear written all over her face.

She wasn't wrong, I could feel the pit in my stomach getting heavier by the second, but I had to stay strong. For her at least.

The blare of the phone rang through the house and Casey flinched again.

'I've had enough of this guy.'

"Listen, dipshit!" "No, you listen, you little bitch! You hang up on me again and I'll gut you both like a fish, understand?!" The man shouted, loud enough for Casey to hear as well.

She let out a loud sob and I put my finger to her mouth, signalling for her to be quiet.

"If this is some kind of sick joke I'm-." "More of a game, really. Can you handle that, (y/n)?" The guy taunted.

My mind started to race.

'This is actually happening. How the fuck does he know my name?!'

I quickly snapped myself out of it, focusing on the task at hand. I covered the mouth piece and grabbed a carving knife out of the knife block as I squatted down to Casey, who was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

"Casey, I need you to listen to me right now, okay? I need your help. I'm going to go check the doors, I need you to check the windows, alright? Can you do that for me?" I asked in a firm tone, giving her an equally firm look.

Don't get me wrong, I was scared shitless. But if I fall apart, Casey's gonna fall apart, and there's no way I'm letting us die tonight.

"Okay," She nodded, shaking.

"Alright then. Take a knife with you. And if we get separated, you get to the road and run as fast as you can towards town, okay?"

She nodded again, standing up and grabbing the chef's knife, "Okay."

"Be safe," I nodded before running to the back door, making sure it was locked, it was. I did the patio, the side door, and then finished with the front door.

I peered out the door window to see if I could find him out there.

"Can you see me?" He asked, almost child-like. As if we were playing a game of hide and seek.

"I am giving you one final fucking chance to call this shit off or I'm calling the police," I threatened, venom dripping from my tone as I started walking back towards the kitchen.

"They'd never make it in time. We're out in the middle of nowhere," He brushed off, his voice getting deeper.

I glared at the phone as if I could see him. "What the fuck do you want, you psycho?"

"To see what your insides look like," He answered simply.

"Not if I see your's first, bitch," I spat, my voice wavering. I hung up the phone and looked down at my hands. They were shaking. And that's when I remembered:

Casey.

But to grant me somewhat of a relief, she ran up to me and latched onto my arm. "A-All the windows are locked," she sniffled, her shaking now uncontrollable.

I gave her a warm smile. "Thank you, Case."

Just then, the doorbell rang and she let out the shriek. I got my knife at the ready and slowly backed us away from the door.

"Who's there?" Casey sobbed, her hands tightening into a vice grip on my arm.

'Dammit, Case! Never ask that!'

The phone rang again and Casey let out another scream as I picked it up.

"You should never say, 'who's there?' Doesn't your friend watch scary movies? She might as well just come out here to investigate a strange noise or somethin'. It's clear you're the smarter one of the two," the man scolded, me making sure to keep a good distance from the front door. But then Casey snatched the phone from me.

"Look, you've had your fun, so I think you better leave or else," She weakly threatened, backing up into the living room.

She listened to him for a moment before responding, "Or else my boyfriend'll be here any second, and he'll be pissed when he finds out!"

'Dammit! You told him you didn't have a boyfriend! Shut up, Casey!'

He could possibly hurt her if he found out she lied.

"I lied! I do have a boyfriend, and he'll be here any second so your ass better be gone. I swear. He's big, and he plays football, and he'll kick the shit out of you! So you better just leave."

She stood there for a moment before her eyes went wide and her mouth gaped.

"What?! Dammit, Casey! What happened?!" I exclaimed, her reaction scaring me.

"How do you know his name?" She asked, barely above a whisper.

My eyes went wide and she used her shaking hand to flip on the patio light, revealing a bloody, tied up, Steven Orth.

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed, feeling light-headed. This was all like something out of a horror movie. I could watch them all day but living them...that was a different story.

My mind began to quiet, Casey's loud sobs fading in the background as I focused.

'(y/n) (l/n), you will not die tonight. You and Casey are going to live through this whatever fucking means necessary.'

Casey frantically unlocked the patio door and started to open it when I slammed it shut, locking it again.

"(y/n)-." I didn't even let her finish her sentence before I took the phone from her.

"Where the fuck are you?! You better nowt fucking hurt him!" I spat, my knuckles turning white from the anger filled grip I had on the phone.

"That all depends on you. You're going to play my game, or he dies right now!" the man shouted, Casey hearing and falling to the floor, her legs giving out.

"Alright! What's your fucking game?!"

"Turn off the light. You'll see what kind of game."

I gave Steve an apologetic look as I turned off the lights, his muffled screams fading into darkness.

I pulled Casey over to a corner and sat us down, her resting her head on my shoulder. She was crying waterfalls and you'd think she was having a seizure with how much she was shaking.

"Here's how we play: I ask a question. If you get it right, Steve lives. It's an easy category: move trivia. I'll even give you a warm-up question. Name the killer in Halloween," the man asked, his smirk practically visible through the phone.

"Micheal Myers," I answered without a beat, my face stone-cold. I was tired of this coward and wanted him to show himself so I could kick his ass. Especially for poor Casey.

"Yes! Very good. Now for the real question, this one is for your friend here," I held out the phone to Casey and she weakly took it, "Name the killer in Friday the 13th."

I had heard the question and looked at her with knowing eyes. We've seen that movie together a couple of times. She has to know.

"Jason! Jason! Jason!" She exclaimed, jumping up from the floor. My eyes went wide.

'SHIT!'

"No, Casey! That the wrong answer!" I shouted, the guy on the other line saying the same thing.

"No, it's not! No, it's not. It was Jason. Listen, it was Jason! I saw that movie 20 goddamn times!" Casey shouted.

"Then you should know Jason's mother, Mrs. Voorhees, was the original killer! Jason didn't show up until the sequel. I'm afraid that was a wrong answer. Lucky for you there's a bonus round," The guy shouted back.

"But poor Steve. I'm afraid he's out."

I frantically stood up and turned on the patio lights to see Steve gutted, his intestines hanging out of the gaping hole that used to be his stomach.

Casey screamed again and I put my hands to my mouth in horror.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to shout. I wanted to run to the street and escape this nightmare, but I was frozen.

Casey was eerily quiet, her sobs barely above a whisper as she clutched onto the phone. I took it from her and put it to my ear.

"You sick fuck," I exhaled, my voice breaking.

"Final question. Are you ready? What door am I at?" he asked, his voice deepening again.

I was confused for a moment, clutching my knife tighter at the question when I suddenly realized:

the Patio.

Just then a chair was thrown at the patio door glass, shattering it instantly. Casey screamed and I grabbed her wrist and ran, clutching onto my knife like it was my oxygen supply.

I took us through the kitchen, which was now filled with smoke, and over to the small side doors that led outside. Casey unlocked one and we quickly went outside, hiding in the corner next to the door.

I held up my knife and peered through the door window to see a man in a black cloak with a ghost mask run through the house.

'Fuck!'

I turned over to the road behind us to see a pair of headlights. It was Casey's parents.

"Casey, when I say go, we run like fucking bats out of hell you understand me?" I whispered, her nodding in agreement.

I mouthed, "3...2...1-." A fist suddenly came crashing through the window and grabbed me. We both screamed and I punched the fucker in the face, hard.

"FUCKING RUN CASEY!" I shouted as the guy still had a hold on me. She turned around and ran and I don't know what possessed me to do this but I dove into the window, tackling the killer.

I punched him hard in the gut and I heard him wince but he still had enough strength to flip us over.

"Get the fuck off of me, you sick freak!" I shouted, kicking him in the nuts. He groaned again but still managed to raise his knife in the air, bringing it down into my side.

I screamed in pain as he pulled it out and I used the knife I had to try and stab him in the neck, but I missed and slashed his mask instead, creating a split in the cheek. In the background I could hear sirens blaring, and they were getting closer.

I think he knew he was out of time because he flipped around his knife and hit me in the head with the butt of the handle. Immediate waves of pain crashed from the spot on my forehead.

But, despite all this, and the burning in my lungs from all the smoke in the house, I managed to muster enough strength and kick him in the balls again, even harder this time, and push him off me.

I ran outside through the side door, still clutching my stab wound, as I tried to make it to the front lawn. My vision was starting to blur and my ears began to ring as I continued hobbling away..

'Don't stop running. Whatever you do, don't fucking stop running.'

But as soon as I made it to the front lawn I collapsed, my body not able to move anymore.

Out of nowhere, I heard a blood-curdling scream come from in front of me and used the last bit of my strength to lift my head up, seeing a horrified Mrs. Becker looking at something, clutching her chest as her knees buckled.

Even as the corners of my vision darkened, I turned to where she was looking at, only to see Casey gutted and hanging from a tree by a phone cord, blowing in the breeze.

And for the first time tonight, tears rolled down my cheeks.

"Casey," my voice squeaked.

I finally let the darkness close in on me and silence everything.

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You're Safe with Me - Firefighter AU

Request: Sam and Dean are working as firefighters at the same fire house. One day when Sam is running an errand during shift he stumbles across a beautiful girl in distress. In the busy city no one seems to care about the young woman clearly in need of help. Struggling with her bag and searching frantically for something in it, it just needs one look for Sam at her pale face with lips in a sickly shade of blue that the girl is suffering from shortness of breath, slowly panicking. She's searching her heart medication... She has a heart failure and needs to reduce stress, which is a problem, being new in a foreign city and a stalker luring around the corner. Days later she wants to thank Sam for his help that day and visits his firehouse, bearing gifts... So I'm hoping for a Sam fluff fic, so at some point they start to date. But there's a lack of drama, don't you think? Perhaps she keeps something as a secret, in my head she has a stalker for some years and now he's also in the city. How would it be if Dean sees her with a another man and tells Sam. What they don't know is that this was her stalker, harassing her. Sam breaks up with her because he thinks she has another guy. The stress is clearly poison to her heart failure... Hopefully the truth comes out and there will be a happy end

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

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"Hey, did you print those updated procedures we were working on yesterday? The ones I asked you to print?" Sam asked from his chair. He was sitting at a large desk in the fire station where he worked. His brother Dean sat opposite him, shovelling his lunch into his mouth while scrolling through his phone.

"Thought you were gonna do that". Dean said in between mouthfuls.

"Why would I ask you to do it if I was going to do it?" Sam asked, annoyed at Dean's laziness, and not for the first time that day. Dean had practically raised Sam since their mom had died when Sam was a baby and their Dad had a tendency to leave them alone in motel rooms for days on end. Sam appreciated Dean, and had looked up to him his entire life, so when Dean became a firefighter, it was only natural that Sam followed in his footsteps. For the first few years they worked in separate stations, but Dean had been transfered to Sam's station a few months ago. They lived in the same apartment complex so it made sense for one of them, nearly always Dean, to drive them to work when they had the same shift.

However, this morning Dean was late. Sam was up at 5am, showered, got dressed, and knocked on Dean's door at 5:30am as usual. Unfortunately, there was no answer. Sam had knocked several times and had rang Dean's phone too, getting more and more anxious about being late for work. Eventually he just shouted through the door, no longer caring about the neighbours. A disgruntled, unshowered, undressed Dean had answered the door, rubbing his eyes and glaring at his brother. "Dude, it's 5:45, we have less than thirty minutes to get to the station. If we're late again the night shift guys are gonna be pissed". Sam said through gritted teeth, but Dean had just waved him off.

As a result, they'd been late to work for the second time that week, and they'd both been given a warning from their supervisor. Sam was still waiting for an apology from Dean, which he would most likely never receive. "I guess I'll print them myself then, you just sit there and enjoy your food". Sam's sarcasm was missed by Dean who wasn't paying any attention to him. Sam made his way to one of the station's computers, and opened the updated procedures that he and Dean had been working on yesterday. His frustration was only heightened when he got an error to say the printer was out of paper, and he was ready to throw something at Dean when the shelf where the paper was usually kept was empty, and Dean had shrugged when he'd asked him if he'd seen any around.

"Just go buy some, or ask one of the guys downstairs to get some". Dean said, now starting on his second round of lunch. Sam glared at him but grabbed his jacket. The only call that the station had received that day was from some drunk guy who'd gotten himself stuck in between the posts of a fence, and they'd already cut him out and sent him on his way. They lived in an average sized city, but the city was big enough to be split up into several different districts, each with their own fire station. It just so happened that the district where Sam and Dean were based, was the least populated district, and they were used to quiet days. Sam set off for a trip to the local stationery store, taking deep breaths to get his temper in check as he walked.

***

[Y/N] had arrived in a new city only the previous day, having managed to find a small one bedroom apartment to rent. It was a far cry from the life she had been living; she'd been raised by a loving family, in a large house, in a good area with a low crime rate and a good school. Her parents had paid for her to go to college, she'd never needed to take out a loan, she'd never even needed to take on a part time job due to her parents having no issues funding her in everything she did. She was definitely spoilt, being the only child to wealthy parents, but she didn't act spoilt at all and had always been appreciative of everything she had. She'd met a handsome, charming man at a college party in her sophomore year, and by their senior year, they were engaged.

Unfortunately, things went south the moment they graduated and bought a house together. He didn't help around the house, he prioritised his career over hers, they would get into petty arguments when they never had before. He wanted to elope, she wanted a wedding, but he kept pushing it. He knew how much she wanted a traditional wedding with all of her family and friends, and that she wanted a long engagement with time to plan, but every day he would mention how he just wanted to be married to her already. She hadn't been able to get a job, rarely hearing back from applications. She did receive one interview, but the morning when she left to go to it, her car tyres had been slashed and her fiance, Ryan, had taken his car with him to work. She'd called him and asked if he could drive her, but he'd said no. By the time a cab got to her, she was too late for the interview and they didn't proceed with it. That was when she began to really suspect that he was interfering with her job applications. He also became more and more controlling, wanting access to her phone, wanting her to have her location on all the time so he could track her, eventually not letting her out of the house without him.

She lost contact with all of her friends since she declined every invitation, Ryan started controlling her bank account since he said no money was going in, so he'd have to keep an eye on what was coming out 'for her own good'. She had become completely financially dependent on him. One afternoon while he was out, she had finally talked herself up and managed to sneak out of the house, leaving her phone at home. She went straight to her parents house where she explained everything, and they transfered some money to a new bank account for her. They told her to stay with them, and that if her fiance showed up they'd call the police. As far as they were concerned, the engagement was off.

After coming home one evening from getting some air, she had found her parents dead in their house; murdered. She had immediately given her Ryan's name to the police as a suspect, but he was nowhere to be found. What had only been thoughts of paranoia now became solidified and justified in her mind. She knew he only wanted to marry her for the money, that's why he wanted to do it quickly. Now he was getting revenge for her ruining his plan. The police had been less than helpful, she was scared that he was going to find her, but all they could offer her was to place a police car outside her parents house while she stayed there. So, she left. She picked a city on the other side of the country, bought a cheap new car with cash, took out a load of cash to use along the way, and took off.

She had been out walking around the new city for the day, trying to familiarise herself with the different buildings and parks that were close to her new apartment. She had been checking out the closest park to her, a nice little area with winding paths and tall trees, when she saw him. Out of the corner of her eye, she had seen a figure of a man, the exact height and build of her ex-fiance. She had turned around quickly to try and get a better look, but he was gone from view when she had. Part of her wanted to walk towards where she'd seen him, to make sure that it wasn't him, it was just her mind playing tricks on her, but her anxious side won and she quickly walked out of the park. In her hurry, she had taken a different route out of the park than where she'd come in, so nothing around her looked familiar. She was completely disoriented and started to panic. Suddenly, he was everywhere she looked. Every man on the street could be him, his reflection was in the store windows on the side of the street, every person who drove passed look like him, every car looked like his. She began to run, desperately trying to find somewhere without any people, somewhere she could be alone. She found an alleyway that looked empty, and she quickly turned into it, leaning her back against the wall and throwing her head back, trying to catch her breath. She reached into her bag to try and find her medication, the little bottle of pills that she always brought with her, but all she could see was Ryan, she couldn't focus on what was right in front of her.

***

Sam had walked the short distance to buy printer paper and was on his way back to the station when he heard an odd noise. To his left was a narrow alleyway, and he heard a gasping sound. Sam wasn't one to leave unusual noises alone, so he decided to investigate. He looked around the corner, his eyes adjusting to the darkness between two high rise buildings. "Hello?" He called out, taking a few steps forward. "Is someone there?"

"P-please go... g-go away". A strangled whisper pulled his attention to behind a pile of black plastic bags, where he saw a woman, clearly struggling to breathe, clutching her bag and staring at him with wide frightened eyes. He put down his paper and held his hands up, he was aware that his height alone was enough to intimidate almost anyone, so he tried to look as harmless as possible.

"Hey, I just want to help. Can you take a deep breath?"

"I-I'm sorry...". She took a step back from him. "Ryan, p-please don't... don't hurt me". Tears began streaming from her eyes.

"Ryan? Hey, my name is Sam, I'm a firefighter, look". He gestured down at his t-shirt which brandished his station's crest. "I can help if you calm down a little, can you take a deep breath?" He took a step closer to her but she backed up against the wall and shook her head, still gasping for air. "I'm gonna need you to try, okay? Come on, deep breath. You're safe with me".

"My.. medication. I c-can't find it". She whispered to him, looking down at the bag she was clutching.

"Is it in your bag? Can I take a look for you?" He took another step closer and her eyes snapped back up to him, but this time instead of trying to get farther away, she nodded. He cautiously reached out and took her bag from her and began looking through it. "Is this it?" He asked, pulling out a bottle of pills and she nodded at him again. "Okay, can you please try and slow down your breathing a little? I don't have any water so you're gonna have to swallow them dry, I don't want you to choke if you're gasping and panicking". She blinked at him and nodded again, stepping away from the wall and letting her shoulders relax a little bit. She focused on counting slowly as she breathed in. Her heart was beating erratically against her chest which didn't help the panic she felt, but then Sam placed a hand on her shoulder. She fully expected herself to flinch away from him, but his touch was warm and firm and it helped to ground her. Her breathing leveled out a bit and Sam nodded approvingly at her. "Good, you're doing good". He gave her a soft squeeze on her shoulder. "Think you can take them now?" She nodded, and after a few more deep breaths she took the pills and swallowed them.

"Thank you". She breathed out.

"Hey, don't worry about it. How are you feeling?"

"A little light headed". She admitted.

"Okay, let's get you to the hospital, you good to walk for about ten minutes? It's only around the corner". She nodded again and Sam took his hand off her shoulder. "Are you okay with me helping you? I don't want you tripping on the way there".

"Yeah". She said. Sam looked down at her and gave her a reassuring smile before picking up his paper and slipping an arm around her waist, shifting her bag onto his other shoulder. Now that she wasn't panicking, he had a chance to look at her properly. She looked a bit younger than him, and apart from looking tired, he thought she looked very pretty. He wondered what she was doing in a dark alleyway in the middle of the day on her own, but decided not to start questioning her while she was still catching her breath. He helped her the short walk to the hospital and sat her down in a chair as he went to find a nurse to have a look at her.

"Okay, someone is gonna come over and check you out in a few minutes. Here's your bag". He set the bag down in her lap before sitting down beside her.

"Thank you. I'm sorry about all of this, I just got here yesterday so everything is new, I got a bit disoriented". She blushed a little as he smiled at her. Now that Ryan wasn't plastered over her vision, she could see that Sam had a kind smile, warm eyes, and was a lot larger than Ryan.

"Don't worry about it, helping people is my job. I never got your name by the way".

"Oh, sorry, it's [Y/N]".

"[Y/N]? That's a pretty name, it suits you". She caught site of his dimples as he smiled at her and she blushed more. "I better get back to the station, but if you need anything, you can call me, okay?" He pulled a card out of his pocket, and she could see the same crest on it as on his shirt. "Or just call around to the station if you don't feel comfortable coming here on your own. I know this place is pretty big and busy, but the station is small and usually quiet, any of us would be happy to help out". She thanked him again and he left to head back to the station. He couldn't get her shy smile out of his head the entire walk back, and although he hoped she would be okay, he couldn't help but hope that she called so he could see her again.

***

A week later, Sam and Dean were returning to the station after freeing a toddler's head from the posts of a garden fence. "I swear we've saved more people from fences than fires in the last few months". Dean grumbled as he walked into the entrance.

"I think that's a good thing Dean". Sam said as he slapped his back, following him into the station. He stopped when he saw someone out of uniform standing just inside the doorway.

"Hello Miss, are you alright?" Dean asked the woman, who turned around at the sound of Dean's voice.

"[Y/N]?" Sam asked as he saw her face. "Is everything okay?" She smiled at him and nodded, and he smiled back when he saw her blush.

"I just wanted to say thank you, for saving me last week. I made you a pie". She looked down at her hands where he saw something under a towel. Dean dropped his tool bag onto the ground and reached for it immediately, taking it from her and lifting up the towel to take a peak.

"Cherry?" He asked looking back at her and she nodded at him. "[Y/N], was it? You are welcome here any time". He winked at her and made his way into the station's kitchen, leaving Sam and [Y/N] alone and Sam chuckled.

"That's Dean, my brother. He has a weak spot for pies".

"I can see that". She giggled. "Maybe I could buy you a coffee then? As a thank you, whenever you have some time I mean".

"How does tomorrow sound? I have the day off. Meet me outside the station at noon, I'll show you the best cafe this side of the city". He smiled at her and she agreed before leaving, letting him know that she was looking forward to it and that she hoped he could at least sample the pie before Dean ate all of it. Sam had to try and keep the grin off his face as he went into the kitchen, he didn't need Dean teasing him about a girl.

***

The 'thank you coffee' turned into an all-day date as they stayed chatting for hours, right up until the cafe closed in the evening. It turned out that they had a lot of similar interests, and while [Y/N] kept the details of her previous life to a minimum, she talked in depth about her hobbies and Sam showed nothing but interest in everything she said. She'd asked him loads of questions about his job, his family, the city in general. They had laughed, both of them had been blushing the entire time, and towards the end they began to flirt. Once they were kicked out of the cafe, Sam had insisted on walking her back to her apartment. She hadn't invited him in, but she had accepted a goodnight kiss enthusiastically. They'd exchanged numbers, and for the next few days had been texting back and forth, organising their next meeting, a second date.

A few dates later, and [Y/N] had invited Sam in. She had been nervous about being intimate with another man since Ryan, but her mind was clouded with all things Sam the entire time. Sam had caged her in against the wall, but she hadn't felt scared, or intimidated, or trapped, she felt safe and protected. Sam had lifted her up with ease, he'd carried her to her bed, and he was gentle with her. He made sure her needs came first, he'd touched and kissed every inch of her skin, and he'd let her set the pace. He stayed the night and held her as she slept, and he cooked her breakfast the next morning before leaving for his shift. They spent a lot of time at each other's apartments after that.

***

It was an early morning on one of Sam's days off when [Y/N] woke up in his arms. Her head was pressed against his chest, his arms wrapped around her, and he was quietly snoring just above her head. He'd stayed over in her place the night before, after a long shift and she had helped him unwind. She knew he would probably want to sleep in. She lay on him for awhile, just listening to his breathing and his heartbeat. [Y/N] hadn't thought of Ryan at all for the last few weeks while she'd been with Sam. She hadn't told Sam why she'd left her home town, or that she'd been engaged, she didn't want to talk about it. She just wanted to enjoy Sam. She had explained to him how she had a couple of health issues with her heart, how it was weaker than it should be, how she was prone to irregular rhythms, and how stress and anxiety often made it worse. Of course, Sam had been very understanding and had let her know that if she was feeling stressed she could always go to him and he'd try to make her feel better. He was even helping her in trying to look for a low-stress job nearby.

She stayed in his arms until she felt her stomach rumble, the familiar feeling leading her to decide to get up and go out to get some breakfast for both of them, as a nice little surprise. She wanted him to start his day with something good. Carefully slipping out of his hold, she slid off the bed. She leaned over to brush his hair off his face and lightly kissed his forehead, smiling when he smiled in his sleep, and left to go and get dressed. The cafe that Sam had brought her to on their first date was beside a bakery, where they sold all sorts of pastries. She decided she would buy a selection, and then buy coffee in the cafe before heading back to surprise them.

***

She had a box of pastries in her hands as she joined the line in the cafe, it was slightly busier than she was expecting it to be for that time of the morning. She didn't mind though, she knew Sam would probably still be asleep when she got back since he'd been so tired the night before, and she liked this cafe, it reminded her of her first good memory in the city. It was bright, with the morning sun shining through the ceiling to floor windows. There were little jars with flowers on each of the tables, and floral paintings on the walls. She let herself enjoy the nice music playing in the background as she waited, slowly moving forward as each person made their order.

Unfortunately, her enjoyment was short-lived when a wave of fear travelled through her body. A familiar voice had sounded in her ear, and she gasped as she spun around, coming face to face with her ex-fiance. "It is you. I've been looking for you [Y/N]". Ryan's face was cold and expressionless as he reached forward to grab her wrist. She tried to take a step back but his grip was firm. She swallowed nervously and shook her head, glancing around, debating on whether to call for help, but she found herself unable to speak. Her heart was thudding against her chest, anxiety freezing her in her spot. "Why did you run away? We had so much to look forward to".

"G-go. Please". She managed to stutter out and he scoffed at her.

"Let's not cause a scene. My car is out the front, why don't you just come with me now?" He leaned in closer to her, his lips to her ear. "I've missed you". He whispered. "I want you to come with me, there's so much I want to-". He was cut off by someone clearing their throat behind them.

"Excuse me, I believe it's your turn to order". An older man said, looking at [Y/N] and nodding towards the batista who was waiting behind the till. She turned towards the till and shakily set her pastry box down, trying to steady her breathing to not cause a scene. Ryan wrapped an arm around her waist and smiled at the batista.

"Sorry, she's a bit shy". He chuckled, the sound giving [Y/N] a sense of nausea. She really didn't want to cause a scene, but she didn't know what to do. She needed to get away from him, she needed to get back to Sam. She suddenly remembered that the women's bathroom had a second door in it. The last time she was there it had been propped open, leading to the alleyway out the back. She cleared her throat and stepped away, Ryan letting his arm fall down from her waist to his side.

"Um.. sorry. Bathroom". She kept her head down and quickly made her way to the women's room, closing the door behind her and immediately making for the second door. To her relief, it was unlocked and she easily pushed it open, the cool morning air hitting her face as she stepped out onto the ground. Wasting no time, she stepped out from the alleyway, making sure that she couldn't be seen through the cafe's windows, and forced herself to run home, struggling with her breath and her heavy heartbeat.

***

"What?" Sam asked, staring in disbelief at the empty bedroom as Dean had just finished talking on the other end of the phone. Sam's phone had started ringing a few minutes ago, waking him up. He had woken up confused, he was in [Y/N]'s bed but she wasn't there, and her side was cold meaning she hadn't been there for awhile.

"I'm telling you, I saw her in the cafe. Some dude had his arm around her, he was close, whispering in her ear, and she was blushing and shit".

"You're... you're sure it was [Y/N]?" Sam tried to keep the hurt out of his voice, but he was sure Dean could hear it anyway.

"I'm sorry Sammy. It was definitely her. It was only like ten minutes ago".

"W-why would she be with... what?" Sam couldn't organise his thoughts properly, he felt heartbroken. He trusted Dean over everyone else in the world. If Dean said he saw something, then he did. Sam thought things were going well with [Y/N], he spent nearly all of his free time with her, he was helping her get used to the new city, helping her find a job, he had been nothing but kind to her...and she was seeing someone else. He heard Dean sigh on the other end of the phone.

"Come to the station, do some training to take your mind off it". Dean said and Sam nodded, not thinking about how Dean couldn't see him. He heard the front door unlock and his head snapped towards the noise, his hurt suddenly turning to anger now that she was here, that he would now have to confront her.

"I have to go, I'll see you later". He hung up and put his phone on the bed before getting up. He was shirtless, only wearing his boxers, but he didn't bother to throw any clothes on before he stormed out into the hallway. [Y/N] was leaning against the wall, breathing erratically and sobbing, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Sam". She breathed out when she saw him, but he only glared at her.

"What, panicking because you know you got caught? Yeah, Dean called me. I know". His hands were clenched into fists as he watched her clutch her chest, not able to meet his eyes. "You spend half your time with him, the other half with me? Or are there other men too? Is the helpless little girl thing just an act to lure us in?" His words cut into her like knives, she hadn't caught her breath yet so all she could do was shake her head. "Oh stop it, just breathe normally". He rolled his eyes at her. He'd never felt so hurt before, he wasn't even thinking of the words that were coming out of his mouth. "I can't do this, I'm leaving. Don't call me, we're done". He all but spat at her, tugging the bedroom door back open to quickly put his clothes on and grab his phone.

"Sam... wait". She gasped, trying to reach out to grab his arm before he disappeared into the bedroom, but he shrugged away from her. "My ex.. he's, he's stalking me. He killed my parents".

"What? So not only are you going behind my back with some other guy, but you're gonna lie to me about it? Make up some story about stalkers and murderers? Seriously [Y/N], if you had a stalker you would've told me about it already. Don't treat me like I'm stupid". He angrily pulled his jeans up from the previous day and pulled his shirt on over his head while she stuttered, talking about her ex, being engaged, how she moved to get away from him, but Sam was barely listening, the betrayal taking over his mind. He breezed past her to the front door and didn't look back before slamming it behind him, leaving her alone. The moment he was gone she broke down, sliding down against the wall and pulling her knees to her chest. She couldn't control the sobs as they ripped through her. She sat there for what felt like ages before finally pulling herself up to get some of her medication to calm down her heart. She wasn't sure if it was her health condition, or the heartbreak of Sam not believing her, and leaving her, that was causing her the pain, but the medication was the only thing she could take. She made it to her bed and curled up under the covers, still warm from Sam's body heat, his scent still in the pillow case. She cried herself to sleep that night.

***

Six weeks passed without [Y/N] leaving her apartment. She had used up the last of her medication several days ago, and that morning she'd opened her cupboards and fridge to find them empty. She'd officially run out of food. She hadn't had a lot to begin with, but she couldn't face going outside and running into Ryan again. She was terrified that he'd see her and follow her back to her apartment, where she'd be trapped. She'd been rationing the little food she did have, and as a result, had lost a lot of weight. She'd been avoiding looking at herself in the mirror, she wasn't showering regularly and her hair was a mess, not far from being matted. She hadn't spoken to anyone in the six weeks, she didn't know anyone apart from Sam and Dean but she couldn't call or text them. She was really struggling, but the fact that she now had no food at all meant that she'd have to force herself to leave and go buy some.

She wanted to draw as little attention to herself as possible, so she dragged herself into the shower and stayed in there for over an hour trying to detangle her hair. The water was cold on her skin by the time she was finished. She got out, shivering, and faint from the hunger and her irregular heartbeat, but managed to dry off and get into some clean clothes. It took her another hour to psyche herself up to be able just to open the front door. With one final deep breath, she stepped outside. There was a small store only across the road from her which she should be able get in and out of fairly quickly, and there was a low chance of Ryan being in there.

***

Sam was on his lunch break, and since Dean had finished off the station's coffee supply the previous day, he was going to restock before the other firefighters got annoyed. He pushed open the glass door of the convenience store, smiled at the man behind the till, and then turned to walk down the familiar isle that housed the coffee. He was looking through the shelves when a familiar voice made him freeze. [Y/N]. "Oh god, no. Please, no". He heard her say from the next isle over. He slowly leaned up on his toes to peer over the high shelf, and he saw her cowering away from a man. The blood drained from his face as he saw how thin she was, she looked so fragile. Her clothes were baggy on her, she had dark circles under eyes, she didn't look well at all. The man looked very much like the description that Dean had given him when he'd stormed back to the station after he'd confronted [Y/N].

"I've been looking for you for weeks, now that I've finally found you, you can come back with me". Sam grimaced at the sinister smile the man gave [Y/N], and he watched as she stumbled back, trying to create more space between them.

"You've... you've ruined everything for me. Please just leave me alone".

"Now that's not a nice way to speak to the man you're engaged to". He chuckled, taking a step closer to her. Sam noticed how she grabbed at her chest, he needed to step in.

"We're not engaged anymore. Please, go". He laughed again and took another step closer to her, but was stopped by Sam's large hand on his shoulder.

"I think you need to go". Sam said, looking down at the man.

"Who the fuck are you?" He guy said, brushing Sam's hand off his shoulder.

"I'm someone you don't want to mess with. You heard her, go". The man scoffed and looked Sam up and down, trying to determine whether he could take him on or not. Sam puffed out his chest and clenched his jaw before folding his arms across his chest, showing off the muscles he had that were twice as big as the man's. Sam raised an eyebrow at him, and he took one last look at [Y/N] before backing off and running out of the store. When Sam looked back at [Y/N], she was on the floor, struggling to breathe through her tears. He immediately dropped down onto his knees and pushed her hair out of her face. "Hey, hey it's me, it's Sam". Her eyes were closed and she was shaking her head. "I'm so sorry Sweetheart, I'm so fucking sorry that I didn't listen to you". She was gasping, and Sam grabbed her handbag, looking looking through it to find her pills. He could feel panic rise up inside him when he couldn't find them. "Where's your medication?" He asked, but she wasn't listening. "[Y/N], I need you to calm down. You're safe with me, remember? I'm not gonna hurt you. Your stalker is gone, he's not here. Can you take a deep breath for me?" She shook her head and he looked around, trying to think of what he could do to help. "Okay, okay. Come here. He sat down on the floor beside her, leaning his back against the shelves behind him. He pulled her over into his lap, pulling her back against his chest. "Match my breathing. Please [Y/N], breathe in when I do, breathe out when I do, okay?". He took deep breaths, and to his relief, felt her start to match him. Her gasping stopped and she was able to take shaky breaths instead. He grabbed her trembling hands and held them tight. "Is it okay if I lift you up? I need to get you to the hospital".

"No, no he'll look for me there. No hospital, please. I just want to go back home". She sniffed, now completely aware that she was in Sam's lap and holding hands with him.

"I can't let you go home in this condition [Y/N]... come with me to the station? I can get Dean to check you out properly, he's had more medical training than I have". She nodded her consent and Sam pushed himself up off the floor, pulling his into his arms as he did. She wrapped her arms around his neck, which was warm and familiar, and leaned her head against his shoulder, continuing to follow his breathing. Sam had one arm wrapped around her waist and the other hooked under her knees as he walked back to the glass door, giving a small smile to the man behind the till again, and made his way to the station.

***

[Y/N] was sat up in a chair in the station, Dean had just finished checking her over while Sam had gone out to collect her prescription. "I'm sorry [Y/N], it's just Sammy, he's my little brother, I need to look out for him you know?" Dean's face was full of guilt as he sat down beside her. "I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions, I hate that I did this to you".

"You didn't, he did". She shivered at the thought of her ex.

"Ryan, was it? Have you called the police?"

"No, reporting the murders didn't do anything, so reporting the stalking won't either. He has too many connections and I know that if he did leave any evidence behind, he has friends who would be able to cover it up for him". She sighed. "I guess I'll have to move again, he knows I live here".

"Hey, you shouldn't have to stay on the run your whole life, looking over your shoulder. You should be able to stay here, build a life here". Dean's voice was genuine.

"I should, but I can't".

"You can". Sam's voice drew her attention to the doorway. "You can stay, we'll protect you, me and Dean. For the next few weeks, you can stay with me okay? One of us will always be with you. We'll track him down, threaten him, we'll make him leave. He doesn't have any connections in this city, but we do. We have a few friends in the police force here, Jody and Donna, we'll give them his description. He won't be safe here, but you will be". He walked over, set his bag down on the table and kneeled down in front of her, making his eyes level with hers. "Let me make this right. Please don't leave".

"You want me to stay with you?" She whispered and he nodded, reaching forwards to tuck her hair behind her ear.

"Yes, we'll stop by your place to get some clothes and whatever else you need, then we'll go to my apartment. I'll take the rest of the day off, the guys will understand. I've missed you". She watched as a tear escaped from his eye, and without thinking she reached up to wipe it away, bringing a smile to his lips at her touch.

"Okay". She said.

"Okay?"

"Okay. I'll go with you".

"Thank you". He sniffed and wiped a second tear away himself before he pushed himself up to press his lips to her forehead. "You'll be safe with me, I promise". He took her hands in his and pulled her up. She swayed a bit and he pulled her close into his arms, absentmindedly rubbing his hands up and down her back. They got lost in the moment, closing their eyes as Sam leaned his chin on top of [Y/N]'s head, both of them swaying side to side gently. They were only brought out of it by Dean clearing his throat.

"Don't forget to take your medication [Y/N]". He said as he stood up from his seat. "I'll call someone else to take over your shift Sammy, take her home". He reached over to squeeze Sam's shoulder before handing [Y/N] the bottle of pills from Sam's bag. She took the pills and looked up at Sam, who was looking back down at her.

"Let's go home". He smiled at her.

The end

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josdelusions · 1 year

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Not sure if you're taking requests rn but if you are I'd literally die for a story with the reader comforting erling after losing in a big tournament or something ❤️

Request:Comforting Erling after he lost a match

Fluffy, Comforting. warning: none

A/n:I hope you like it and if you want more requests, the ask is open

You were nervous and a little worried at home watching your boyfriend Erling's team play. The team was winning until 20 minutes ago and now it was losing 2-1 and the game was almost over. You saw your boyfriend's expressions and he looked pretty upset about defeat.

You knew when the game was over he would come straight home with mixed feelings; tiredness, sadness and anger. So you decided to prepare a very tasty dinner for him to try to ease the frustration.

After a few hours you hear the sound of the door being unlocked and you hear his footsteps going straight into the living room.

He was sprawled on the couch, eyes closed, hair down and wearing his blue City sweatshirt. You kneel on the floor and touch his arm.

"Love, I'm sorry about leaving"

"It was a total failure, I just want to sleep and wake up the next day"

he answers back

"It doesn't stay like that, unfortunately it was shit what happened, but tomorrow is another day you will be able to reverse these mistakes. I made dinner, are you hungry?"

"I don't want to eat, I'm going to shower and sleep."

"Honey, but did you get something after the game? eat something first"

"Yn, please, I'm fucked up and pissed off about this game shit. I just want to be alone, okay?"

"OK then"

After you say that, Erling goes straight to your room. You don't get upset with his driest words he was tired and was defeated today in the match.

So you put the food on your plate and eat alone while listening to the sound of water falling in the bathroom.

You decide to watch a movie instead of going to your room. It was better to leave him alone for a few hours, until he cooled off. You were tired too and it didn't take long to fall asleep right there on the couch.

Suddenly, you wake up with your boyfriend's strong arms wrapping around your body and carrying you to the bedroom.

"Erling, what are you doing?"

"Putting you to sleep in the room with me. That's where you're supposed to sleep, not here on the couch."

He says and places you gently on the bed and lies on the other side facing you, facing you.

"I'm sorry for talking to you like that earlier, it's just that my blood was still boiling and I just wanted to isolate myself"

"It's okay honey, you had a rough day today"

"I don't know what's happening to me, actually I don't know if I'm the problem or if it's the team"

"Honey, don't blame yourself. You arrived at the club practically yesterday and you've already become the season's top scorer. I think you've adapted well to the team, but maybe the team hasn't adapted so much to you. But that will be resolved with the time"

"I know, but you know how I am, I hate to lose and the last few weeks I've felt pressure from people on me"

"Love, you haven't scored in two games. Calm down, everything will work out, you don't need to be tense like that"

Erling hugs you tight and you reciprocate and stroke his hair.

"Everything will be alright, I'm here with you"

You feel that he has become less tense and he breaks the hug, gives you a smile and kisses you gently.

"You are my emotional support, you know right? You reassure me and bring me peace. Thank you for being here when I need it"

"I love you, Erling."

"I love you more, much more, yn"

"If you really love me, then eat the carbonara I made for you"

"It will be a pleasure, because I'm starving and there's no better medicine to make me better than you and your delicious food"

#erling haaland #haaland #manchester city #match day #conforting #cute #fluffy #imagines #footballplayers

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dotster001 · 1 year

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Soft Part Eight of however many it takes for my coworker to Love Lucifer

Summary: You return from your trip with your boyfriends, and are greeted by Soft Luci.

Chapters: One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Nine ten

The van pulled up to the House of Lamentation. Everyone excitedly left the van, and walked into the house. They were immediately greeted by a mouthwatering scent.

"Oh my gosh, yes!" Beel took off running before you could ask any questions.

"No way! You're in for a treat, doll," Mammon said, directing you to the dining hall, causing many disapproving groans.

When you entered the dining room, Lucifer and Beel were already at their seats, the latter of which was staring impatiently at the mountains of shimmering food.

"It's just like the Celestial realm!" Asmo exclaimed happily. "Someone hold Beel so I can take a picture."

"How were you able to pull this off?" Satan pulled out your chair, and both of you took your seats.

"I got the ingredients from Simeon, but I made all of it myself. I thought it would be a nice treat after your trip," Lucifer had a soft smile on his face, happily looking at all his brothers. "Don't be shy, enjoy!"

…As much as you hated to admit it…Lucifer had just made the best damn meal you'd ever eaten…

….

Now that all the brothers were busy trying to be the best boyfriend, Soft Luci was around far more often. The meal was only the beginning.

"No no, a more subtle wrist flick," he said, bringing his arms around you, and gently moving your hand. "Like this. Give that a try now."

He'd come into your room an hour ago with a mug of hot cocoa. Mammon had been helping you work on a spell you were struggling with, but he'd fallen asleep on your bed. So you'd been alone, and frustrated, and Lucifer had offered to help.

You repeated the motion, all too aware of his body heat close behind you.

Instantly, all the papers on your desk organized themselves into a neat pile.

"I did it!" You gasped, turning to look at Lucifer, who was smiling happily.

"Yes, I'm so proud of you," he practically sang. His crimson eyes looked truly excited that you had managed to pull off the spell. The longer you looked into them, the more lost you were. Then you became all too aware of how intoxicating the colonel he was wearing was. You were getting lost. And you were getting lost quickly.

Luckily (?) He took a step back, ending whatever spell you had cast on yourself. His smile said he knew exactly what he was doing, and normally you'd have called him out on it. But right now, you were very aware of how cold it was now that he'd taken a step back.

"That should be enough for tonight, get some rest," he said, making to leave. He paused at the door, and turned his head back. "Tomorrow, Solomon will be helping with your defense training. He is going to help teach defensive and offensive magic. You have nothing to worry about. I know you are more than capable."

And then he left. You cuddled in next to Mammon (well as much as possible, he'd taken up three quarters of the bed) and stared at the ceiling until sleep took over.

….

You overslept the next morning. When you woke up, Mammon was gone, and the three quarters of the bed he'd taken up were cold. You noticed a note on the nightstand.

You seemed quite exhausted last night, so I've called off your classes for the day. There are leftover pancakes waiting for you downstairs. If you need anything, I will be in my office all day. Do not hesitate to come to me.

Lucifer

Damn it. He was good. You smiled while reading it, like you were reading something from one of your boyfriends. But he wasn't one! You couldn't even be sure you liked him!

Although….

No, you were just hungry, and thinking about the pancakes. Once you ate, those silly thoughts would go away.

You wandered downstairs, and found the pancakes. They had a whipped cream smiley face on them. You were starting to wonder if Lucifer may have hit the Demonus early. He was always more affectionate when he…..

And then you got an idea.

A terribly, wonderful, awful idea.

You ate your pancakes, pulled out two glasses and a bottle of Demonus, and raced up to Lucifer's office.

It's not like you'd be tricking him…you were just going to offer some drinks, and find out what he was planning, and feeling, and why he was playing with your heart!

It'd be fine! And a true test of Soft Luci. If he was truly real…he'd not kill you when he sobered up after you shared in a couple glasses of Demonus.

A+ plan!

#obey me brothers #obey me x reader #obey me #lucifer x reader #lucifer #om! lucifer #obey me x poly reader

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Ch. 96 // Here, Kill Him // XXX

Contents (Warnings): To kill him (Angst, slight blood warning, character and monster info as always). Read full chapter on A03

Wordcount: 4,200+

Song I correlate to this Chapter: None to report

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Approximately four years and one month ago

Drake

"A pizzeria!" Edgar said enthusiastically, showing him the mascot that Pete drew on a paper plate in pen. Why would you want to run a pizza place? You make so much money with real estate like Mom.

"We can work there as a family," his dad had a definite look in his eyes. Drake wouldn't have much choice if he went through with it.

Drake withheld his displeasure. We can't even eat pizza properly, so what would be the point?

"I'll think about it."

His dad gave a pleased nod, put the paper plate on the bed, and got ready to take a picture of it to send to Wenna and Ulysses.

Unfortunately, Drake was walking near his parents 'hotel room when his dad went looking for them, so he was snatched up first. "You can invite Pete's son, Alexander, too. I'm sure he'd love it."

Now you're patronizing me. "I'll pass if he's working there."

His dad looked away from his phone, "he's not that bad to you, is he?"

Drake didn't feel like answering that. "I don't want to miss one of the on-deck events; I'll see you later, Dad."

Unlike the others who left him alone, his dad grabbed at Drake's hood. He rarely did.

"Be honest with me, yes or no."

Drake winced, pulled, and sighed; his dad wasn't letting go. "He treats me like all you guys do."

"With love?"

"Like I need someone to look after me and worry that I can't defend myself." He said, frustrated by his dad's persistence.

"We look out for each other."

"No, you trust Wenna and Ulysses alone. I practically have to beg to do anything." Drake tugged hard enough to make Edgar let go. "I'm not some kid anymore."

He got to the door and saw Ulysses when he opened it up. His brother nervously looked over him, and Drake went around him to leave and head back to the upper deck.

He strode up, past a few other cruise guests, chatting and enjoying themselves. While he chewed on his bitterness.

To admit his fault would hurt, as no one has any obligation to forgive him. His stubbornness fought against that remorse.

When he reached the top, plenty of people walked around in bathing suits, getting ready for a swim or heading to the pools and slides. Drake pulled his hoodie up. He wasn't a fan of swimming.

He wasn't ecstatic about being here in the first place. I could mingle with humans. He thought to himself.

As he walked around the edge of the cruise, he spotted Alexander. His family was invited along, but he hadn't seen him much, and now he knew why. Drake took note of the tight grip on the bar, his hunched body, and how he let his head hang over.

It would be a perfect time to push you off. Drake said in his head. He knew Alexander would save himself even if Drake decided to do that.

Drake walked to him anyway, "Why would you get on a ship if you get seasick?"

Alexander rested his head on the bar and groaned, "Why else if I stayed-" he closed his mouth quickly, shuddered, and then groaned again. "My dad would have dragged my ass here anyway."

You don't seem so challenging now.

"Seasick, on a cruise like this? You must be super sensitive, the boats barely rocking." Drake hadn't even noticed the girl come near them. She wore a dark purple bikini, one that barely contained her features.

Bold of a human to get near him.

"Whatever," Alexander's said between tight lips.

His heart rate is increasing, and his body is tensing. He wants to eat her.

"He's not very smart, is he?" The brunette said.

"Fuck you," Alexander faced her, then immediately turned his head and held his head over the edge.

"He's not," Drake replied.

The girl giggled at his reply and then prodded at Alexander further. "Can you swim because you look very pushable right now?"

I like this girl already.

Alexander grumbled, "laugh it, fucking up."

"I'm sorry I'm teasing," She inched closer to him, her eyes tracing over every inch of his body as if she was looking for something.

She doesn't sound attracted to him, but she can't take her eyes off him. Drake didn't know what to make of this human. She caught Drake staring at her—he hadn't fully covered his eyes with his bangs.

He expected her to look and have the tremors of disgust. She didn't. Her heart beat with familiarity as if he was a friend of hers. But he had never met her before, at least not that he remembered.

Her green orbs flowed back to Alexander, "You do realize you could go to the boat nurse and get some medication, right?"

Alexander shook his head, "most medicines won't work on me."

She leaned back on the bars, "sensitive to only the sea, huh?" The brunette moved closer, "you could always have someone knock you out, so you're not so vulnerable."

Drake watched her touch at Alexander's back. He flinched and swung back and instinctually grabbed her wrist.

Her heart's still calm. He let it go.

"Don't do that."

She nodded, "Sorry." There was a silence more between them before she spoke again. "You have swift reflexes. It's like you don't even think."

Alexander barely gave a grunt in response. Drake could tell he was itching to eat the human but couldn't due to his sickness. Not that Drake thought he should, anyway.

She gave off such an odd aura. Her face mimicked expressions of worry or fear, yet her heart didn't hold one of those tunes. She's been faking it. Why?

She lifted her wrist with her grapevine watch, "Oh, shoot, I forgot to meet them at the pool. It was nice to meet you both," we haven't even exchanged names.

Drake was about to reply, but she bumped into him on her way out. He wanted to turn back and get her but lost balance. He didn't know why he felt more drained than usual.

Alexander snagged his hood and kept him from falling.

"SORRY!" She exclaimed as she ran toward the pools.

Drake barely vocalized a thank you, as he was far more intrigued by the oddity of a human they just met and would never see again.

...

Andras had called Drake in a week after their cruise. He expected a job but instead was greeted with a proposition.

"I think I figured out a way for you to take down your problem." The curly-haired male said; he ushered Drake to sit next to him.

"Invite Alexander here," Andras said with the enthusiasm of a giddy schoolgirl.

"Why the hell would I do that?"

"He cares about you, right?" Andras said, "All you have to do is invite him over for a drink or two of crested, except we infuse your venom with it. Then, you two play a game blindfolded, and by the time it kicks in, he'll be rendered pretty useless."

"He can turn into his Wendigo form and get bigger."

"He can't."

Drake narrowed his gaze, "how are you so sure?"

He seems too confident for it to be a guess.

He smiled brightly like an innocent child, "Call it a hunch; every hybrid has its defects."

There was something about his tone that made Drake think otherwise.

Andras pestered him about it eagerly, and Drake caved in. He invited Alexander, and he skeptically showed up.

"Why did you invite me to a strip club?" Alexander gestured to the side door they were going into. He refused to go any further.

"You'll see," Neither Drake nor Alexander wanted to go inside. I want him far away from my personal life.

"You better have a good explanation."

He trusts me? What have I done to make him do that?

Alexander followed him inside, and Drake was relieved Andras didn't put any of the music on he usually did to play around.

"So this is Drake's best friend," Andras chirped; he was behind the door. He shut it once they were both in and threw himself from it to Alexander.

The blonde rolled his eyes and scanned over Andras. His eyes gave a faint blue glow, "Who are you?"

"Where are my manners," Andras took a step back and lifted his hand, "My name is Andras, and I've heard a lot about you, Alexander."

His hand hesitantly came up. Drake listened to the uneasy. He doesn't trust Andras, that's for sure.

"Uh-huh." Alexander shook his hand, "are you the one that wanted me here?"

"No, no, that's Drake's doing. He told me you were a little noisy before and was curious about what he was up to."

Alexander turned his head to Drake, "You're working in a strip club?"

"NO! I'm not a stripper!" Drake exclaimed embarrassedly.

Andras burst into laughter, "Well, you do technically show yourself to people-"

Drake pointed at Andras, "I DO NOT. THAT'S NOT WHAT I DO."

He definitely amused his curly-haired boss.

"Then what's going on here?" Alexander asked, utterly lost.

Andras escorted them over to a booth across from one of the stages. The rooms that led to the back were pretty close. And Andras cleared the area to keep his other employees and guests from coming around.

He had a pan with the drinks set to pour. Drake had to add his 'tonic,' and he'd do it to both since it doesn't affect him the same way. And naturally, he wouldn't think it'd affect Alexander even if he ingested it that way. If it wasn't for the properties of crested alcohol, he wouldn't have agreed to it.

"Drake works for me here, donating his blood," Andras said hesitantly.

Alexander's eyebrows furrowed, "what." He looked at Drake pouring the drinks. "People don't need it. Why would you give it away?"

"Money, why else," Drake said, though it wasn't entirely true. He did like the power that came with ordering people around.

"Money?" Alexander pressed his glasses, "For someone who shouldn't let people know what he is, you seem pretty content on letting people know!"

"He can protect himself; if he can't, he has us here," Andras replied.

Alexander flipped back to him, "I don't care how powerful you think you are. He shouldn't be putting his ass in danger for money."

"You're not my parents."

"And your parents know?!"

Drake bit his tongue. This is why I wanted to avoid inviting him. He squinted at Andras as he brought the table drinks.

"Drake is free to tell whoever he wants. They don't if he didn't think his parents should know."

Exactly.

A growl worked up from Alexander's throat. "You think I'd advocate this?"

Drake slid him a drink, took him, and gave one to Andras. "No. I thought you'd complain. That's why you'll leave me alone if I can beat you at a game. If I don't, I'll do whatever you want."

Alexander looked at the glass, "I don't drink-"

"It's crested alcohol. It won't get you drunk on one glass," Drake said.

"You want to bet my silence on a game." Alexander picked up a glass.

Drake lifted his glass, "you wanted to know what I was up to, now you know. I have been doing it for months without a problem besides you. If something does happen, you know where I am." Drake drank his liquid, hoping Alexander would do the same.

Andras curiously watched and drank, too.

Alexander drank it and slammed the glass down without breaking it. "Whatever. But if you win for some reason, and you don't come home on time, I'll tell them."

Drake didn't sense a lie. "Okay."

He put his glass down, too. They got a blindfold begrudgingly on Alexander, and the game would be simple: slap the other hand faster wins. It was harder as neither of them could really see. And Andras monitored it. They'd have fine minutes, and whoever got their hand slapped the most lost. Drake hovered his hands over Alexanders and pulled them back when he felt they were about to be slapped.

Alexander was surprisingly faster, at least...at first. It started to die down when Alexander spoke about his sluggishness. He was only ignored and made fun of until...

I won. Drake said it in his head and not out loud. Alexander slumped in the seat. He found himself unable to move. The venom Drake made Alexander drink worked.

And because most spells required a range of touch or sight, Alexander couldn't do a thing with his eyes blindfolded like that.

The paralysis hadn't fully set in as his body twitched. Alexander refused to give up so easily.

"I remember you said he was too powerful," Andras's tease stroked Drake's back. He plopped down next to Alexander, "all you need to do is assess your opponent. Find vulnerabilities and BAM."

He slapped at Alexander's chest, and his arms twitched as if to react; they almost did.

Andras whistled, "Fairly impressive; that was a lot of venom."

Drake glanced over the blindfolded body and ten back to Andras. He had no one to witness this underhanded victory, nor no one to praise him as he wanted, except Andras.

Andras then got to his feet and pulled a dagger from his holster. "Now, you can kill him."

The word kill stabbed Drake's brain. He hadn't thought of that. Some of him sometimes wished Alexander wasn't in the picture, not that he should be killed.

"I don't-"

"After all this, you're going to let him go?" Andras waved the dagger around, "Did you want to give him to give you a chance to take you down? Maybe even kill you first?"

"No."

The male with three dots under his left eye shifted the blade in his hand and held it out to Drake. "It should be strong enough to stab into his chest. If not, use more force to dig it deep in there."

The blade felt heavy, riddled with seals, magic, and a metal foreign to Earth. He sifted the spiral blade in his hand, inspecting it and the small spikes along its edges. They looked like they were meant to chip off inside a target when it was used.

Drake tilted his head back to Alexander. He moved closer and closer. Everything else in the party room seemed still. Drake scrutinized the hybrid's chest as it rose and fell.

The pangs of fear were light. He expected it to be louder, crying at Drake to stop. They weren't.

Why isn't it loud? Drake refused to accept that Alexander acknowledged this as his end.

His free hand cradled underneath Alexander's jaw. "Why aren't you scared?"

Alexander's body quivered in a futile rebellion. His breath barely left his lips. "I know the difference between someone who wants to and will kill me and someone who won't."

No one else wants to kill you. What do you mean? Drake strode to get angry, but...a person's heart never lied. He could tell the difference between every single one he's heard, their lies, their truths, their emotions—most species had very similar signs, with slight variations depending on the person.

Yet Alexander never lied. Drake assumed he was playing the tough guy. He wasn't.

"You think I won't?" Drake lined up the knife at Alexander's shirt.

Alexander's voice came out in a single breath, "No."

Drake's hand shook, so he threw his other hand over, and it did the same. In distress, he looked back at Andras and realized his reliance.

He didn't want this. Drake needed reassurance that what he was doing was right. Why did Drake demand approval for something 'he'd want'. If it was what he truly desired, he would have done it.

He was jealous, envious of what Alexander had. Everyone treated Alexander as normal, regardless of what they said about his defects— he received no special treatment like Drake.

Drake pushed away and turned to Andras, "I'm not killing him. He did nothing to warrant it."

Andras sighed with a slight, 'I expected this' written on his face. "Sounds good." The curly-haired fellow walked closer to Drake and held out his hand, "I'll finish it up from here and see you tomorrow."

"Finish it?"

"Kill him."

Drake held the knife to his chest. "I don't want you to kill him either."

Andras shrugged, "I suppose I can let Victoria do so?"

"I don't want him to die."

Andras snickered and peered past Drake at Alexander, "We can't let him get away now. He knows too much, and he'll put a charge against you."

The regret nested in his lungs. "I-I don't care."

"Well, I do. I'd rather none of us get involved with too much of a mess, so for the preservation of what we have going on, he has to die." Andras waved his open hand in front of Drake again, "You won't have to deal with it, though; I'll make sure there's nothing left."

He had known Andras for several months. He was young, intelligent, and powerful. Someone who Drake admittedly feared. Because of it, he could feel his hand loosen its grip on the blade.

It almost slipped like butter on a heated pan from his grasp into Andras's. He kept it from doing so. It might have been the confidence he worked up with Andras. "I said we're not killing him." Or it could be the defiance he always had when the weak were in danger.

Andras's eyes went from the dagger and up to Drake. Nothing about Andras looked unnerved by the sudden revolt. He was placid.

"You'd rather protect someone you hate over someone who helped you."

Drake repeated himself. "I don't want him to die."

"We all die sometime." Andras grabbed the blade with glowing eyes. He had a cloak over his body. "Now move."

It left like a final warning. Drake had the displeasure of being on the receiving end. Up until this point, Andras's gaze contained a charismatic charm. What he gave Drake now was an ultimatum.

I'm not a hero. I won't win.

Andras killed many others before Drake or showed them the 'proper way' of doing things. He didn't want to be an example, nor did he want to die for Alexander.

Not that he had the choice anymore. He already grabbed Andras's arm and flipped him to the ground.

It all happened so fast. Drake didn't know he did it. He only came to his senses when he heard the cackling.

Andras sat up quickly and looked over at Drake. "The fun way it is," He sprang to his feet effortlessly and in a swift motion like he pulled electricity particles out of thin air; his fingers crackled.

There was little of a warning or time to move. He aimed it at Drake, and the charge struck him and sparked off to the lights nearby, making them pop and riddle the floor with glass.

The volt made Drake's body convulse, and heat so rapidly it boiled at the front of his flesh. Then, it all vanished. The pain, sight, everything for a few seconds.

And a new breath entered his lungs, the sight of splattered blood and melted flesh around him. The original hit had made his body burst, and he regenerated when it settled.

He didn't even get a chance to recover, either. Andras sprang on top of him before he got up.

Not a sound left his mouth before Andras threw his hand in front of it. Another burst of blue consumed his vision and erupted into his head. It threw him to the aching darkness.

When his body reconstructed him, he huffed. Andras's grip shifted to Drake's neck. Andras licked Drake's blood from his face.

"Learned yet?"

In defiance, he tried to shout a spell. The surge from the fellow's fingertips expelled up his neck.

This time, the darkness was more of a fuzzy blur before his body fixed itself.

Drake wouldn't stop either; again and again, he continued only to have his head, jaw, neck, even eyes, and hands fired and blown to pieces.

Soon, he itched for energy. He stopped paying attention to the blood-soaked villain. He was feeling too cold for that.

"You'll die soon," Andras said.

He's right. The thought that he'd go out so pitifully enraged him, not like this. Yet, somehow, he figured that's how it would end. He heard countless stories of those who were flawless, dying young. They'd be torn apart too many times.

Drake was hitting his limit. A vampire could keep coming back until their energy ran out.

He'd die with many eyes around him as the guests and workers had come to see what was happening.

That was also why Drake couldn't believe Alexander got behind Andras.

Andras glanced back in time for an eruption of force to send him back into a few of his employees.

Alexander yanked Drake's bloodied body from the ground, "Get out of here." He barked. He looked as pitiful as Drake with the continuous twitches of his barely listening form.

The onlookers fled for safety while the workers were up in arms, ready to attack them.

"I'm not running away." Drake spat in time to see the spark from across the room come at them.

It suddenly hit a constructed barrier that Alexander made to protect them.

I'm not going to die being rescued. Drake took his opportunity and used what made a flawless so special besides their blood.

As long as he saw the magic performed, his mind temporarily saved it like data. He copied every motion perfectly.

What was left flooded into his arms—the air crackled and buzzed, making the hair of the two stand up on end. He threw his arms forward, his handicap making it stronger, and it whipped back just as hard.

Unlike how the spell should have worked, Drake shouldn't have received any backlash, and it should have gone directly to his prey. Instead, it fried his arms and launched itself in several spiral waves, propelling themselves at Andras and everything around him.

Drake's arms didn't heal after that. His energy seemed to leave with his first breath after that. He lost his sensations from hearing, taste, smell, and touch, and then,

his sight.

...

The wakefulness of being alive left a faint, foul taste in his mouth. It was a familiar one, too—the blood of a hybrid.

He forced back the taste coating his tongue and supposed his reason for being alive.

His eyes lazily tried to search over the mostly pearl-colored room before being interrupted by a chipper tone.

She threw herself onto one side of the bed, near Drake's face. "DRAKE!"

He figured the calm quietness of the sudden noise made his ears ring. "Ow, yeah..."

His sister pulled back and hovered near his bed instead of pressing on it. "Sorry."

"It was your voice, not your position." Drake didn't feel comfortable with her so close anyway. She had started biting people not too long ago. "Where am I?"

He turned his head away, and his eyes fell on Alexander. He slouched back, playing a game with earbuds on. Drake found it odd that no one else was around.

"You're in a C.P.P.A. infirmary. They brought you here to ask questions about the whole...thing." His sister's dance around the topic couldn't be any more apparent.

He shifted under the fitted sheets.

Drake felt so tired that he wanted to drift back. He didn't dare ask where the rest of the family was. He figured they didn't want to talk to him. He also assumed Wenna only came out of pity and Alexander, maybe he wants to finish me off.

"I should probably go tell everyone you're awake. It'll distract them from trying to find that guy themselves and kill him for trying to kill you-" she realized what she said and slowly tapered off. "both."

Wenna dryly chuckled and sprang from her seat. She gave a wave and left the room.

Drake side-eyed Alexander, "You lied to them?"

"You weren't gonna do it," Alexander said, barely looking up from his game, meaning he heard the conversation the whole time.

"I got you into that situation!" Drake gripped at the frustration he wanted Alexander to have at him.

Alexander shrugged, "and? We're both out."

"Are you stupid?" Drake growled. He's just letting me off like everyone else. "What if I didn't help you?!"

"Then I would have died."

Why doesn't he care about his own life? Drake sat up. His body hurt, but he ignored it. "YOU SHOULD BE PISSED."

Alexander looked more interested in his game.

Drake couldn't hear any signs of worry, not even anger. He threw himself up from the bed; Alexander lurched toward Drake, moving his game aside to catch him in case he fell.

"Get your ass into bed." Alexander snapped.

Drake slapped at Alexander's hands that reached at him. The brands of guilt burned hotter against every part of his body. "Why would you even help me after what I did! I treated you like shit."

"Get into bed."

Drake refused. His legs shook, unable to hold his own weight. "Pity? Obligation? Bragging rights? Make me feel awful? Kill me yourself?" Drake needed some kind of answer. He needed it to justify himself in some kind of way. "Answer me!" His voice broke in a pleading desperation.

Alexander grabbed Drake's arms. "Don't ask me stupid questions. I don't need a fucking reason to do the right thing." Alexander threw Drake back on the bed. "I will bind your ass to that bed if you get up again when you can barely walk. You had a sliver of energy left after you blasted that curly-haired weirdo. You shouldn't even be alive."

I shouldn't. Drake remembered the taste in his mouth when he woke up. It was clear Alexander gave him his blood to survive.

Drake heard the approaching heartbeats from outside the door and lowered his head in defeat. He couldn't think of what to say to Alexander. He just sat back and was swarmed by everyone else.

...

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A Bit of Warmth (An Oakworthy fic) Based on a kiss prompt and now on Ao3

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[A kiss to wake up]

Rehearsal ran late today, theater students heading home or to wherever else an hour later than usual. Hermie was no exception and looked over his text messages again. The teen sends a quick message to both his parents and Normal. Sending a text of "practice is over, I'm heading home" to the former was easy. He knew his parents were still at work and the message was more for their peace of mind than anything else.

But, Normal was different.

It was beta reading day, and he should've met him at the Unworthy house thirty minutes ago. Hermie was supposed to look over the latest draft of a new teeny-centric fic!

Thirty minutes. Thirty minutes, Hermie inwardly chides himself as he looks at the last messages from the cheer team member.

[ it's okay, hermie!! I don't mind. You showed me the spare key that other time so...I can let myself in!]

[\(^ _ ^)> hope you have a great practice!! You got this!]

Hermie frowns at the smiley face for a moment, thinking about Normal sitting alone in a quiet house. He hates to keep people waiting.

When he finally gets home, his friend let's him in and it's conflicting. One one hand, he'd have preferred to be the one at the door--to properly invite in his guest as usual. On the other hand, it was rare to have anyone greeting him at the door on a school day with his parents' schedules.

Hermie felt warm, seeing Normal's toothy grin and wild mess of curls--the frustration of messing up the plan was momentarily pushed away.

Or perhaps the warmth was from running over to catch the next bus earlier?

Regardless, the two exchange pleasantries and walk inside, heading to the living room. Normal's blue laptop, covered in Teen high and Swallows ice cream stickers is already on the coffee table. There are papers next to it and a haphazardly placed book-bag there too. Hermie sets down his stuff and carefully retrieves some snacks from the kitchen (and cloth napkins too).

The two eat a few snacks as they go over the story, eyes on Normal's screen as the two lean against each other ever so slightly. It's between setting his drink down and leaning more into Normal's poofy and soft brown hair that Hermie feels the exhaustion of the day catch up to him. Sleepily, as his eyes flutter closed, he thinks that he should try and stay awake.

The warmth is back though, from being so close together, from the excited yet purposefully softer voice he's hearing beside him...

...So, it feels safe to rest his eyes now.

He wakes up slowly, back now slightly aching from his position. Or it would be if not for the fact that he can tell, from the familiar softness of cushions that he isn't resting against a certain, maybe cute, brown haired boy anymore. Hermie doesn't open his eyes though, thinking it may be better to let his dreams drag him away then face the knowledge that he was not only late but also sleeping on the job too!

The red-head is nearly back to sleep when he hears footsteps, the couch creaking slightly, and then a speck of sunlight lighting up his forehead. Like a cat sunbathing on a summer's day, slightly stinky breath included.

But Hermie, no matter how his pupils may shift or ever colorful and shimmering tail may move about--is not a cat.

And Normal, no matter how brightly he shines when he's cheering or raving about a new story or marching band cover or welcoming late friends into their own homes--

--Is not the sun.

Hermie's eyes open and he stares up at Normal hovering over him. Watches as the boy nearly hops out of his skin, now standing up and away to give him space.

"OH, oh uhh, I'm sorry, Hermie. I've uh..," The athlete's face is flushed, illuminating various freckles and acne that cover his skin. "I've been babysitting my aunt. I mean you know--Birdie who maybe I mentioned once or anyway--"

Hermie sits up and furrows his eyebrows in concern and confusion. He reaches out and very lightly touches one of Normal's now balled up fists.

"Take a breath and explain slowly."

Normal does that and then relaxes a little before adding, "well she likes it when I give her little kisses. Like on her hair or on her fingers when she gets hurt too. The 'kiss it better thing' kids like--"

Hermie interrupts again, wondering if he could ever remember a time where he had asked that of his parents. Was easy to imagine his parents explaining why they wouldn't do that for hygienic reasons. Hard to even visualize either of his other parents being sweet enough to bother. The musing helps to calm the flush of his own cheeks some.

"The illogical ideas of children are truly something to behold. However, I'm lost on how this relates to you kissing me like a sleeping beauty, dear Normal?"

Well it was a forehead kiss instead of the mouth but in his mind...it was practically the same. Nonetheless, he found himself looking at his friend's lips for a moment anyway. His forehead still felt warm along with his hand too where he still held one of Normal's hand in his own. It was good it wasn't a fist anymore. If allowed, the nervous teen would leave little red crescents on his palms from his own grip and nails. The thespian looks up at Normal, waiting for him to continue speaking.

"Lately, she likes it when I give her forehead kisses to wake her up from nap time too. I kind of just felt myself moving. I'm really sorry. I wasn't thinking."

Hermie's mouth is open, eyes narrowing at the info, taking a dramatic pause to let everything click. He's disappointed by the reason, but isn't sure why. The teen let's Normal's freckled hand go, sitting up straighter on the couch. "I see...well that is fine." He resists the impulse to get up and go wash away his fluster. This was silly, even more so when his friend looked this seriously distressed over such a sweet, very platonic and harmless explanation.

"Really, a peck between two companions is not the strangest thing to happen. Certainly not to an actor such as myself."

He almost mentions that they've done stranger things on their adventures but sometimes the pains from his scarred areas hurt a little too much to casually talk about. He crosses his arms and reminds himself that the apocalypse was solved, so the chances of futher combats are lower now. His skin bristles into a series of spikes under his long sleeved shirt and sweater vest. Normal isn't trying to take his hand or explain anymore, flopping back down on the couch in obvious relief. The emotional skin shifting goes unnoticed, not grand enough to disturb Hermie's sleeves and stand out yet.

There's a few minutes of silence until Hermie feels Normal's shoulder leaning against his again. He's reaching over to grab his glass of water it seems. The movement puts another warm spot on the actor's person now and, feeling that, his skin seems to shuffle itself back into correct form.

Accidental kisses, incidental comforting.

The red-head twirls the single white strip in his hair and relaxes. He hears the water cup going back onto the table, and both are more focused on the reopened laptop now then each other. Soon, neither of them are flushed anymore and are settled back into the relaxed mood of earlier. Hermie smirks, feeling more in control again and teases, "Your breath is terrible though. Maybe I shouldn't have given you those vinegar chips earlier."

"Hey! all you have are salt and vinegar chips though. Don't blame me," Normal responds with a laugh, gaze on the word document and typing away.

Hermie's not looking at the screen anymore, smiling some as he watches light dance off his companion's emerald green eyes. "Touche, I like them, so I would be...remiss to not have some here at all times."

The thespian seems to linger on 'like' a bit longer than necessary too. Almost as if, maybe, the chips aren't the only thing (or person) he likes.

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littleoddwriter · 24 days

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Update:

it's been a little over 3 weeks and... I had to quit the clinic/leave early. which obviously derails the plans I've had completely. which is annoying and very frustrating and elicited feelings & thoughts I hate to have. but it was the right decision. this clinic was horrible for me and only made me more unstable with every day that I was there (didn't think that was possible, lol).

(details and a bit of a rant under the cut)

while, usually, it makes sense for things to get a little worse first before it gets better, this was not the case here. I didn't feel comfortable with the staff. the doctors and therapists seemed very dismissive and hectic to me. the organisation and communication were crap. (like... how the fuck do I have five doctors/therapists in a room with me, discussing what meds to give me, only for them to not have a single clue about that a week later (after not giving me the meds because they Forgot...) and not believe me when I repeated what THEY told me. only for the meds to have lactose in them (I'm lactose intolerant) and so of course I reacted (they KNEW I had an issue with lactose and still gave them to me. I wouldn't even have known what was in them if I hadn't looked up the package insert online...) like what the actual fucking fuck). I've been to 2 clinics before and it was far better there, which is great and I'm glad I had something to compare my experience there to because sometimes I thought I might be overreacting, but I explained it to both of my social workers independently and they both agreed that it was Not Good. I already felt that way on my very first day there, but decided to give them the benefit of the doubt and just wait and see for two weeks at least. but alas, it only got worse for me. I also sat down with one of the doctors and one of the therapists and my social worker last week to talk my issues and my fears through with them; but again, they just didn't even try to help. (basically, what that talk came down to was that "[they] can't do more than what [they're] doing already (virtually Nothing) and it's solely on me to make the best of it or quit otherwise". obviously, I know that myself. I was looking for some guidance and help. some sort of advice. maybe a recommendation for someplace else. just... something. i explicitly asked for it, too. and I would have gotten that at those two other clinics I went to before because they actually cared about helping me. just for comparison's sake. instead, I was busy explaining my issues (more than I listed here, and I didn't exactly say that I had issues with the staff because duh but y'know, there were enough other issues that came up anyway) three times to make them somewhat 'understand' and have my social worker reiterate how badly I've been doing and how much help I need and that I'm feeling very helpless and alone; even while I'm there.)

for anyone that ever considers going to a mental health clinic: you should feel like you can actually talk to somebody if needed. you should feel safe. you should feel like you'll be caught when falling. you should never feel like you have to manage on your own completely. mental hospitals are for support and management. the staff should be a shoulder to lean on, a listening ear, a guiding hand, a safe haven that you can practice in/with. if that is not what you encounter at the hospital, you should look for a different one (if possible).

anyway. I've been debating with myself for over a week whether or not I should actually quit and I couldn't really decide until this Tuesday. that was the first day I was back at the clinic after five whole days off (because of the holidays), and it was like Hell on earth. it only showed me that if I had to do this every day for 3 to 5 more weeks, I'd break down completely and can go to a closed psychiatry right after, which is exactly what I've been trying to prevent with this clinic, of course. that's how bad it'd been for me there.

something that's been frustrating me most about this clinic and the dismissiveness of the staff I encountered, though, is that they were very clearly not equipped for a patient like me (somebody with severe symptoms, several different disorders, unprocessed traumas, etc.), and that they should have felt responsible enough to tell me that when I came in for a first talk in December to be put on the waiting list for a spot at the clinic. the whole point of this first talk is to assess whether or not this clinic is the right space for me, if they are equipped for somebody like me. instead they just waved me through and now I was forced to have that realisation on my own and become increasingly angry toward the staff because it's very irresponsible of them. most other patients I encountered there had depression, anxiety, and/or burn-out and were already on their way to getting better. and this clinic helped them gain back control, learn to manage better, etc. and for a lot of them it helped them. that's great and I'm happy for them! but it's very clear that that is what this clinic is truly for. not for someone like me. and they know that, in my opinion, they should know that, at least. and they should have told me to look for a different clinic instead because this wasn't the one for me. (but from what I've been told by other patients they really just let anyone in there...)

my social workers and I are working on making sure I can find something else (not a clinic for now tho). hopefully, I can get stabilised with the different approach we've been looking into, so I can do the second clinic stay (at the one I've been to before) I've mentioned in my original post.

anyway... that's the update. I wish it was a happier/more optimistic one. but alas, maybe next time!

take care! <3

#i never quit anything unless i absolutely have to because it'd kill me otherwise (not exaggerating) lol i hate it hereee #again this is mostly for myself to look back on because sometimes i do treat my blog like a journal lol #but in case somebody was actually curious about how it's been going... dhhskfdhkjhsk sorry about the rant in that case lmfao #also if anyone is reading this and wondering why i make the staff responsible for not telling me to look for sth else immediately:#i've been turned away from several clinics & therapists before for the same reasons (that they weren't equipped for me)#it IS their responsibility to assess that and tell you that upfront. at least in my experiences of the past 5 years it was...#because if they actually care about helping people they'll know their part in possibly making things worse for someone-#-if they were to be without the right care. that's the whole point after all #jesse.talks

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diligence110 · 3 months

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This is a One shot on Sayo Hikawa and Hina Hikawa from my all time favourite anime Bang Dream!

Sayo returns home after a tiring day in the student council. As she was halfway home, it suddenly started to rain heavily. Sayo immediately regretted not bringing an umbrella in the morning.

-Earlier this morning-

"Oni-Channn!" cried Hina as she saw Sayo leaving for school. She ran to the front door to pass an umbrella to her beloved sister, saying, "The news said it will rain today, so please keep an umbrella on you, Oni-chan!"

Sayo, frustrated with Hina since their argument about love the previous night, responded harshly, "I don't need it! Leave me alone! I wish you weren't a part of my life!"

Hina, hurt by Sayo's words, dropped the umbrella, tears filling her eyes. "Oni-chan... I... *sobs* love you..."

"Shut up, you little brat!" yelled Sayo as she walked out, slamming the front door in Hina's face.

-Fast forward to the present-

Sayo has been feeling guilty the whole day in the student council, to the extent of not being able to get her reports done. "Hghhhg," sighed Sayo. "I should not have done that," she thought to herself.

Sayo recognizes that Hina loves her, but all she ever received from this was annoyance and feelings of inferiority. The frustrations of wanting to apologize and wanting to hold fast to one's pride and ego is crippling. Sayo is grappling with the weight of her harsh words.

Sayo has been jealous of Hina for years, ever since her parents started praising her more than Sayo. Hina was naturally talented and didn't need to strive, whereas Sayo never had it easy, striving her whole life to surpass Hina and not feel inferior. "I want to die," Sayo whispered.

-Time Skip to when Sayo returns home-

Sayo opens the house door, muttering, "I'm home." It took a minute, but something was off. Hina... she would usually rush downstairs with questions, but today there was no sign of her. Sayo felt relieved for once in her life, not having to deal with her sister. Proceeding upstairs for a bath and guitar practice, she noticed Hina's room door completely shut, a rare occurrence. Her room was always left ajar. Intrigued and not hearing a sound, Sayo, burdened with the weight of apology in her heart, decided to knock on Hina's door. As sayo reached to open the door and enter she heard whimpers of "Help... help..." Sayo busted open Hina's door at once only to find her suspended in the middle of her room Infront of her bed. As Sayo shifted her gaze upwards she notices a rope attached to the fan and she soon realises what was happening. "Hina!!! Hina!!"Screamed Sayo in horror. "You dont need me anymore... oni - chan. I'm sorry for the trouble my exis xis-tance has Caused..." Hina then takes her final breathe. "Oni-Chan. *Voice dies out*. I... Lo-ve~ you..." "Hina! no!... I... Still" Sayo whispers as she runs to hug Hina in in attempt to lift her body weight off to stop the choking but it was too late.

*Hina dies*

Sayo remained quiet in shock and horror her hand's covering her mouth. She hurries to bring down the body and places Hina in her lap. Sayo was crying at this point not Some thing which she has done since she was a Child. As She adjusts Hina to check for a pulse she notices writtings in her palm. The writings In the palm of Hina's hand reads: "Onii-Chan... I'm Sorry for all the pain I caused. I hate myself so much, I didn't know how much you had to strive because of me. I Love you not because of your music or guitar, I love you because your my Oni-chan!... Please don't feel sad when I'm gone. Live the rests of your days ahead of you in the most boppin'! way you can! Just knowing that you are happy makes me happy. Bye bye Oni-chann..."

Sayo after reading what Hina wrote was devastated and started crying into Hina's head whilst holding her gently in her lap. "Hina!... Don't go! I'm sorry for what I said! I never hated you! This is all my fucking fault!!!" Sayo cries in pain. Sayo kept on crying whilst holding her late sister in her embrace. Suddenly, an overwhelming feeling of guilt came upon Sayo as she realises that she didn't get to resolve their prior argument and apologise properly. Anger and frustration not towards Hina but towards herself drove her to whack her own head against the walll. She kept on hitting her head against the wall till it was bloody red. Blood and tears fell from Sayo's face. Hina was Sayo's number one motivation and now that she is gone there is nothing left. Sayo never said it but Hina was the most important person in her life.

-Fast forward to after Hina's body was taken away by the ambulance, and Sayo is left alone in the kitchen-

The pain was too much an Sayo's leg gave way as she was in the kitchen drinking a glass of water. She fell to the floor along with the glass that shattered all over the kitchen. Sayo, remained lying on the floor hopelessly. She was lost. Few minutes passed and Sayo lifted her gaze to their apartment window. She saw how freely the birds flew pass without a care in the world, "hah, how nice it must be" she muttered. Sayo, then stood up still trembling from the pain she inflicted upon herself physically and emotionally. She opened their apartment window and without hesitation placed one leg out unto the ledge. "Hina can I come with you?" Sayo was losing all rationality and the voices in her head began to take preeminence. "Oni-Chan!!! Where are you!" said one of the voices in Sayo's head. "Hina!? HINA!!! I'M COMING!" Sayo was elated with joy they she unintentionally jerked her feet which was on the ledge leading her to lose her balanced and as her feet slipped there on Sayo's face was a big a joyful smile. "ah, this is it." Said sayo as the view of inside her apartment suddenly shifted to the view of the clouds as she falls. "Hina. Please wait for me I promise we will be together side by side," Sayo mutter's her last words as she heard a loud crack sound and her vision turns black.

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hoperays-song · 1 year

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Okay, so based on my last ask: remember in Sing 1 when Ash's spikes starts flying off while she's rocking Set It Free? And Johnny doesn't even react to it because he's sad? (I feel so bad for Johnny, but I can't help but find that scene slightly funny for some reason)

I can't help but imagine that scene now with Ryan trying to comfort Johnny and has to duck down to avoid them - with Johnny still not reacting.

(Though considering Ryan's personality he'd probably try to cover Johnny slightly or something? In that case I don't know whether Johnny reacts or stays deeply in thought by himself still)

Sorry this is random 😂😅

OK, I LOVE THIS IDEA!!! The whole idea of Ryan being in Sing 1 is absolutely amazing and I love it but the pure opportunities for this scene alone is just ✨perfection✨. I'm gonna have to further write this out (I'll tag you in the full written out one if you want)! I hope you enjoy tho! - <3 Gooseless

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Ok so, this would start with the singing competition becoming a talent competition (probably to get more participants). And since in this Ryan joins the main cast, we of course get a pan over in the beginning showing his day to day life. I imagine he's on a phone call standing outside an agency of some kind (implied that it's a dance company by his outfit). We only get to hear his side of the conversation (though we can hear muffled noises of voices) but he seems exasperated and a bit worried.

R: Mom, I'm fine I swear. I'm at an audition now.

R: No, it's not for one of its associated companies. I double checked.

R: Manman, not you too. I'm fine! I can handle myself!

R: Yes I'll be home in time for my classes, I just need to fit in a few more jobs first.

*a worker appear with a clip board, looks around, calls the number on Ryan's shirt*

R: Here! Look, moms, I gotta go, love you.

*ryan hangs up the phone and heads into a room behind the worker*

The next time we see Ryan is when the flyers are spreading around, he's walking on a sidewalk, texting on his phone until a flyer on the ground catches his eye. He picks it up and immediately starts grinning, giving a little bounce of excitement.

At auditions, Ryan is in the dance category, competing as a soloist. I think his audition song would be Take Me To Church by Hozier (mainly because I do want him to dance to something slower in comparison to the final song). Mrs. Crawly and Buster both seem really impressed by this and and smiling and nodding along at the end, Mrs. Crawly even seeming to be crying a bit.

Ryan is picked first draft unlike Johnny when it comes to the selection, however he is the last one named. We can see him watching the singers being picked from the side, clapping when the final selection is announced.

The next time we see him is when they're being assigned their rehearsal areas and given performance recommendation lists. He's next to Johnny, mentioning that he's dances modern, contemporary, and lyrical, not ballet as Buster apparently recommended. He shares a frustrated look with Johnny when the man brushes off their concerns before heading off to his rehearsal space.

When the power cuts, Ryan appears with the rest of the group at the bottom of the stairs, looking around like everyone else. He voices his agreement with the confusion on how they're supposed to practice if they can't see, and he and Johnny shrug at each other before returning to practice, Ryan accepting the glow stick Gunter offers him with a "Thank you".

When Meena walks through, we see Ryan doing a spin in his rehearsal space.

During the showing of what the groups lives are like, we see Ryan returning to what appears to be an empty and cramped hotel room, immediately opening his phone, allowing the audience to see a picture of him with an older tigeress and lioness, along with two liger cubs, before he clicks out of the photo app and to a contact labeled mom. Again, we get to hear his conversation from his end (though we can hear muffled noises of voices) and his motivations are revealed. He's trying to make it on his own as a dancer as well as help his family financially.

R: Hey mom!

R: Yeah, I'm okay, just missed you guys. How are the girls?

R: *laughs* That's my Ames alright! And Bella? How's she feeling?

R: That's a bit better at least! I'm sure she'll be back to normal in no time. But mom, you're not gonna believe this.

R: Yeah, I got a gig! My first solo gig! It's a talent competition and the prize is $100,000 mom!

R: No, I'm not kidding! We could pay off rent and Bella's stuff and manman's loans and everything!

*the scene goes in to the life of the next person*

At the rehearsal, we see Ryan walking off stage before Mike walks on. Ryan is sitting on the opposite side of Ash compared to Rosita, looking worried as she's crying.

The next scene we see is the prepping for run-through for the Noodlemans one and Ryan is reading the newspaper over Johnny's shoulder. He looks at Johnny, apparently concerned at Johnny's behavior, when Johnny answers Buster asking if they're ready. He's seen putting a hand on Johnny's shoulder as Buster leaves and appears to be asking if he's ok.

During the theatre flood, we see that Ryan is the one doing the best besides Johnny (tigers are good swimmers after all). He's able to stop himself from being completely swept up by the current at first but is eventually pushed into the lobby with the others. Ryan is seen looking around frantically as the water raises and is the second person to take their last gulp of air before the room fills entirely. When they all spill out onto the street, he's one of the first back on his feet, helping Johnny up as he was the closest.

When the group is shown reeling after the flood, Ryan is seen sitting with a duffel bag on a bench, trying to call someone without getting an answer. It's implied he doesn't have anywhere to stay due to the bag next to him.

At Eddie's pool house, when they're trying to convince Buster to try again, we see him react in a shocked manner to Johnny's statement of "I lost the chance of ever speaking to my dad again" and keeps glancing at him for the rest of the interaction, visibly concerned.

At the start of the rebuild, Ryan also receives a call, leaving an audition to go join the rest of the troupe. He also is seen helping with the renovations, helping Johnny with the beams and slabs of concrete in particular. I would also add scenes of the troupe hanging out in there too, during the rebuild, so we see scenes of all of them practicing together and watching each other perform, cheering them on.

During the show, Ryan performs second, after Rosita and Gunter, to the song Stand Out Fit In by One Ok Rock. He high fives Johnny when he leaves the stage and then helps him drag the piano on stage for his song.

During Set It All Free, Ryan is standing next to Johnny, clearly checking on him to see if he's ok. When the quills fly, he shield Johnny himself, resulting in getting stuck in the cheek. At that, Johnny seems to snap out of it a bit, and reaches up to help him pull it out, now also looking worried. The rest of the performances, he can be seen nodding along and clearly happy, standing next to Johnny, as if he's making him experience the shows instead of moping.

When Marcus reappears, Ryan actually is hinted at seeing him first (tigers have a really good sense of hearing compared to the other species after all) and slightly turns his head towards where Marcus is before turning back to the show with a smile.

When Johnny walks back to join the others, Ryan smiles at him and pats him on the shoulder and Johnny smiles back at him. He also stands next to Johnny during bows, with Gunter on his other side.

At the unveiling of the New Moon Theatre, he's standing next to Johnny as well and throws and arm around his shoulders in the photo.

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Ok! One, I'm so so so sorry with how long this took (I promise I'll post the other one soon). Two, thank you for the amazing ask!

In this, Ryan would have left Klaus's troupe a few months beforehand and is trying to make it on his own as a dancer as well as helping his family care for one of his sisters, Bella, who's hinted at being sick.

There are a few Rynny coded moments, but not many, mainly because in this au I would want that plotline to spread across both movies to make the relationship seem to movie at a more natural pace. Also, their interactions in this set up a pretty natural felling close friendship that could appear in the next movie that wouldn't be shocking.

Ryan's personality is also given a spotlight a bit in this au as well, as he's shown to be ambitious as well as to be a caring individual. It also dives a bit into his backstory, but not a lot.

I hope you enjoyed!! Thank you again for the awesome ask!!!

- <3 Gooseless

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sobeautifullyobsessed · 1 year

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By the way, for the record, you ARE an excellent writer. I see a lot of you out there falling through the cracks and it really sucks. You guys deserve better recognition. I just write and post occasionally on here to amuse myself, but you guys actually go all out. So, I have to commend you for it. As for feeling rejected…I totally get that. Almost every day, I get another stupid rejection letter from a job position I applied to and it’s been over a year. Gods, I’ve been frustrated, but eh…I kinda got used to it. It still ticks me off occasionally, but ended up learning to take it in stride. Stay strong, okay? Do what you need to do and keep doing what you love on the side. I’m still in your corner cheering.

(Sorry for taking so long to reply! You know my situation, but with some breathing room today and tomorrow, I'm finally trying to catch up on my Asks.)

I must thank you for your unfailing positivity and your support of my work (including many reblogs❣️). The struggle for readers remains very demoralizing, and of course, still being in shadowban prison, my fics don't even show up in a tag search (I have to try reblogging them to my sideblogs and see if tagging them there as 'doctor strange fan fiction', etc will work; if it does, other people reblogging with said tags might help too). I've worked hard to maintain my particular style, and those that like it, find it lush in detail and emotionally evocative (and it's not just all about the smut, either!)--but it seems most of the popular DS writers on tumblr are giving their fans a steady, unadulterated diet of porn. I have a Mutual who writes for several MCU characters, and she's done fantastic work with Doctor Strange stories--but like me, her DS fics have been met with minimal interaction (while her others get lots & lots of love), so that she's basically sworn off writing Stephen. So, I know I'm not alone in my frustration. Although I don't hold much hope that many people will ever read my works, when My Muse visits, I shall do my best to be true to my vision, my stories, and my style.

And now it's my turn to cheer you on. I'm so sorry for the difficulties that you're experiencing in your job search. Those employers that passed you along have no idea what they're missing out on! A lifetime of unique experiences have given you a hard won wisdom, the ability to think out of the box in search of practical solutions to difficult challenges, and a tenacity for more than just survival--

--a tenacity for success, and for doing the most good that you can for others. You may be met with disappointments, but the ability you have to believe in yourself and what you have to offer, will land you the position that you're meant to fill. Hopefully soon!

I value all the advice and tips for coping with my homelessness, which you've sent recently. Please know that I see them--and you--and I deeply appreciate every wise word and your kind reminders that better things lay ahead for me.

#tumblr love #kindness & support #beloved mutual #stewardofningishzida #trials & tribulations of a former writer

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leowolf0816 · 10 months

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What happened to you?// ch2

Chapter one

word count: 1805

Matt's P.O.V.

Tonight my patrol was fueled by the frustration that was left over from fucking my hand until I too then got frustrated about it not quite working how I needed it to. Now I waited on a roof waiting for the poor unsuspecting soul who wished to cross the path of a frustrated devil.

I slowly tilted my head listening to each part of the city when an oddly familiar heartbeat accompanied by two sets of footsteps dancing in tandem to an upbeat song caught my attention. I slowly made my way closer confused by the lack of a second heartbeat. As I got closer her scent hit me along with an odd copper smell with a hint of something else. Who was she with? and Why was I jealous?

As I landed on her roof I came to a halt behind a wall listening as she laughed. God that laughs I couldn't help but love that laugh. I listened as the footsteps slowed as one set seemed to disappear.

What the fuck?

"I know you're there" I paused confusion eminent as she called out. I wasn't sure who she was talking to.

Is she talking to me?

"you can step out from behind the wall like a creep" I heard the hint of snark in her voice as she called out again. I waited for a moment still unclear if it was me she was talking to but as I listened there were still no other heartbeats other than hers and mine. "I can explain what you saw..."

Amber's P.O.V.

~earlier that night~

When I got home I was pleasantly greeted at the door of my apartment by Gypsy my darling all-black German Shepard. The night I found her was the night after I moved in with my roommate Alisa Hargreeves a 5'9 bartender, covered in tattoos and piercings, route with a little bit of chaos, kind, and intimidating, and her old college buddy Nathan Seader a quite 6'1 college student from South Dakota, He is taking Engineering courses at NYU and moved in with Alisa to escape going home to an abusive household I know little really about him other than the snippets I've been told by Alisa and his ex Kyle before they broke up.

When I found Gypsy she was beaten up her black fur matted down by blood and her golden/ amber eyes were sealed shut. Gypsy was merely a puppy at the time and I had only been able to convince Alisa to let me take her home at first due to her being drunk from our night out at Club Onyx to celebrate my escape from my abusive ex. Although Alisa quickly fell in love with Gypsy when Gypsy and her bunny Bubbles got along nearly instantly as they got used to each other while Gypsy was healing.

I smiled reminiscing as Alisa walked out from the kitchen snacking on some chips.

"Oh hey Amber!" Alisa spoke with her mouth full and it always made me laugh. "I was about to head off to work at Josie's but I'm happy I caught you apparently Nathan has a last-minute project so you'll have the apartment to yourself for the night" As Alisa spoke Gypsy wined at my side signaling she needed to use the bathroom.

"ok text me when you get to work and let me know if you need me" She nodded heading into her room to finish getting ready as I grabbed Gypsy's lead.

By the time we got back, Alisa had already left and I was home alone. I smiled quickly changing from my work clothes into a pair of sweats and a sports bra pulling on my sneakers and grabbing my headphones before crawling out my window to the fire escape making sure to close the window before climbing to the roof.

Once on the roof, I turned on my music and slowly let myself relax as a smile spread across my face. I looked down at my arms seeing a black inky substance slowly rise to the surface of some of my skin looking like tattoos before it slowly leaks from my hands. The day this first happened I didn't know what was happening and It scared me until slowly I realized I could control it. So each night when I'm alone I practice and play with it slowly learning I could animate a butterfly to follow Alisa to work that would signal me if she was in trouble. It was odd like a sixth sense and slowly I honed in enough that I was proud of it.

Slowly I shaped it into a person. I still hadn't been able to animate a person-sized glob but I was slowly getting there.

Together we danced to the music only I could hear. I laughed as we dance me and the inky shadow in front of me. only stopping when this odd feeling of being watched seemed to caress at my skin drawing goosebumps out. I slowly let the inky figure disappear as I removed my headphones. I glanced around the dark not fully able to see but something told me that they were there.

"I know you're there" I called out which wasn't a lie I knew they were there. It was silent and my anxious feeling rose to my skin causing the inky substance to rise again but I forced myself to calm down. It couldn't be who I thought it was it couldn't be Stephan. The bloody bastard who did this to me his own fucking girlfriend. He experimented on me because his bosses wouldn't fund his experiments in a damn lab. Now I had this shit for blood and thanks to its regenerative properties I could heal like no other sadly that didn't mean just for me. I found that out the hard way when I was escaping. I only barely escaped when some of my blood...my ink dripped onto one of his open wounds and it heal it. Now he's been looking for me saying I owe him.

But then again if it was him he'd have tried to attack me by now. My only explanation was it had to be one of the teens in the building they would sometimes come up here at night but normally didn't unless they were stuck at home.

"You can step out from behind the wall like a creep" I paused still no response. "I can explain what you saw..." After a minute a man dressed in black slowly walked out from the shadows as he stepped closer I could see he was tall with a little bit of stubble sprinkling along his structured jaw.

Hot

His shirt hugged his frame showing his muscles I was shocked at how silent his footsteps were despite him wearing thick combat boots. I watched him carefully. He stalked closer as if he was a panther stalking toward prey.

He stopped close enough that I could smell him. He smelled of old spices wrapped in soft inscents. It was subtle yet it felt like it surrounded me. It was familiar yet completely new.

I was almost sure this was some weird fever dream as when he spoke it was deep and melodic.

"Well, I'm waiting" I could have sworn I saw the hint of a smirk as he spoke with the same snark I had before. I could feel myself glare at the tall man for a moment before realizing he was the masked man Nathan had mentioned being saved by merely in passing months ago.

"ahh you're the devil of hell's kitchen I've heard about" he seemed to smirk for a moment making me roll my eyes. "cocky much" I mumble under my breath but seeming to hear it he chuckles.

"You have no idea sweetheart" His smirk is cocky and annoying making me glare. His face falls for a moment back to the shadowed stern face he had on before. It was silent between us for a few beats before I spoke.

"Well I'm no threat to hell's kitchen my ink is a power I only use to amuse myself" He looks at me confused as I speak. "Although it isn't always inked I merely use it to create a dance partner or some other creation" He had a look of realization appear on his face for a split moment.

"That's why I only heard your heartbeat but two sets of footsteps" He mumbled as I watched him for a moment. "wait why don't you dance with your boyfriend or a friend?" He questions seeming shocked by his own query and interest.

"Oh well my friend Alisa has worked and I don't have a boyfriend I um... I don't really want to worry about a partner finding out about the ink if they see it while I sleep or something" I look down at the floor as I speak the last few words almost feeling ashamed of the powers I grew to love despite who gave them to me. "and that's why having a hot boss sucks" I mumble to myself.

I swear I hear him chuckle but shake it off. He seems to be in thought when I look up. He opens his mouth about to speak when the door leading from the internal stairway begins to open revealing Milly a young girl maybe about 9 from next door. She's holding her dirty old teddy bear and she is wrapped in her pajamas. When I look around he's gone yet I still feel him close by. I roll my eyes and laugh. "What are you scared of a child?" I mumbled shaking my head.

I walk over to Milly who smiles as the light from the stairs lights up my face. "Hello, darling does your mama know you're up here?" I ask her before picking her up. I had babysat her a few times and her mom knew me well and this wasn't the first time her mom sent her up to the roof when she knew I was up here. Milly nodded smiling.

In her small voice, Milly said "Mama needed to run to the store and told me to come and find you" Of course she did. I questioned Milly on when her Mama said she would be home receiving a small tired mumble saying "In about an hour" I smiled holding her close. I carried her back to my apartment using the normal stairs happy I remembered to bring my key. Walking in I was happy to see Gypsy and Bubbles curled up on the couch sleeping. I walked over to my room and lay Milly on the bed sitting at my seat by the window.

"Can you sing me a song?" She asked practically already asleep with a soft breath I began to sing a song my mom always sang to me.

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hi, joo— !! <3 here to say, how much i love the idea of your valentine's day matchup event, it's so sweet and fun, waiting to see who'll get matched with you. i was wondering if i could get a match?

( help, it's the month of valentine's day and i'm still as lonely as ever T~T )

if i'm able to get a slot, here's some information about me!!

TO YOU, little things about raine

preferred group . . . enhypen !

pronouns are she/her or they/them

love language = mainly quality time, then words of affirmation and acts of service

mbti is infp-t & personality description . . .

[ hobbies ] i love writing, basically one of the sole reasons to why i joined tumblr and at times, it's used as my coping mechanism with situations that may occur in life— most of the time, real-life moments and emotions are put into some of my writings. especially poetry. plus! reading, it's always been like that since a young age— and surprisingly, a lot of the books i read are actually crime and a side of thriller/drama. singing, you'll find me karaoking to songs i've heard on the radio or have been stuck in my head while i go to school / do the chores, when i'm bored. painting, i adore painting ( mainly oil-painting because i kind of suck at acrylic . . . ) and art museums are my safe-place, a place where basically unwind from the world as i try connecting with the artwork in front of, trying to understand the emotions put into each stroke of paint or sculpture.

[ daily things ] i'm a night owl, according to my parents + close friends, so some of the things done— i like to do at night example studying, listening to music, playing games, working on small art pieces, basically time for myself. i love star-gazing and looking at the moon. i read a lot of manhwa/webtoons!

[ likes ] i really like visual communication design, biology, architecture and photography ( i always have my camera with me when we go out, and my parents get frustrated when i take pictures of material things example buildings, lakes, trees, leaves instead of people ) VOLLEYBALL, i only started around the last few months of last year but i've been in love ever since— and when i heard i made it into the volleyball team for my grade, i was overjoyed and practically in disbelief when we won the premier league. i wish i could spend time more on volleyball practices, but my dad says it's a no ( sad face ). i love ramyeon so, so, much— it's unhealthy, but i can literally live on it. strawberries, bruh, i love them so much as well, and strawberry picking in the summer, straight from the strawberry farms is a must! i like staying in my room a lot, and spending time on writing or watercolour painting while listening to music by myself. it's basically my go-to break after an exhuasting week. music taste?? it's really broad to be honest, i love r&b though, i like rock-style music as well? ( i think i get that from my dad ) and ballad at the same time ( probably get that from my mum ) and k-pop, obviously, keke.

i also like cold showers. okay— here me out, they're actually nice!!

[ dislikes ] math. i think a lot of other people can agree, it's not that i'm bad at it— it just frustrates me so much, i have no idea why to be honest. ( physic too! i don't know how my dad loves i so much. biology for the win, bruh. ) bugs/spiders/insects/etc. no, ew, just— they scare the heck out of me. hot weather, and living in a really hot place like australia isn't convenient, but hot weather is just icky. deadlines— i'm literally the last person amongst my group of friends to send in my work, and i send it like— minutes before the deadline. oops.

there's nothing much about me, myself, honestly— except, i tend to be more comfortable in isolated areas— like, i like social and group activities but most of the time, i feel more myself when i'm alone. i'm a little quiet to strangers and sometimes it might come off as rude, but once comfortable, sometimes it gets too chaotic it's embarrasing.

in group settings, i sometimes take the leadership roles ( though it depends on the group ) and participate with group activities, and other times, i'm more of the, oh, hey! i'm just going to live, love and laugh.

height — 5'1

appearance wise, i'm a quite short— i have light skin that's been slightly tan on the arms after a trip to the beach around two weeks ago, i think i burnt my nose . . . :[ . . . my hair is really dark brown that it almost looks black, but once met with natural light or sunlight, it turns a way lighter shade of brown for some reason. at the moment, my straight hair is just below my shoulders and is layered with side-bangs. i have 20/20 vision!!! nah, just kidding, i wear glasses T T you'll either find me in sweaters or hoodies. also, knitted vests >>

what i look for in a partner? honestly, i'd like to have a relationship where the each other's comfortableness is mutual— time spent with one another, we don't even have to talk but just comfort with each other's presence. however, i would like to enjoy adventures and memories together, i don't really accept physical affection example hugs, kisses, holding hands because it's so awkward for me but i really want to give the affection, so i want to be freely myself when i'm with that partner that i can open up boundaries and share our interests with acceptance and love. basically wanting a soulmate at this point, why am i like this?? (ㅠ﹏ㅠ)

understanding with one another is what i look for in a partner, where it's equal— meaning, the significant other will love me as i am and i too, will hold them with open arms, i want them to trust me as how i put trust in them. like, trust is a big thing for me in a relationship as well.

i want to big spoon my partner. honestly, i'm a big spoon and spooning others is just so lovely, i like it because even if i don't say the words aloud and how much i love someone close to me, i want to express it through actions, i want them to feel loved and comfort. but being a little spoon is also nice.

ack! too much information, lol??? i'm really curious at who i might match with after all of this info if i get a spot, but thank you anyways, joo.

cutie its okay im lonely too </3 but i would LOVE TO BE FRIENDS omg

your valentine is... sunghoon!

listen to: whenever it rains by dept, nason, and amin

omg when u said being comfortable in each other's presence i immediately thought of sunghoon

SOULMATES??? i am thinking soulmates

the chaotic energy you guys have with each other and only each other is so cute

how you spend vday together...

you knew sunghoon got you something for valentine's day, and you had been dying to figure out what it was. him being his own biggest hype man, he had been talking his gift for days, crediting himself with the title of "best gift giver ever," "best boyfriend," "most creative man..." the list goes on.

however, when the time finally came, all of a sudden he seemed to be ashamed of what he got you.

"just open it," he said, handing you a box while not being able to look you in the eyes out of shyness. your eyebrows raised out of curiosity, and with a small smile you opened the box to find a photo album inside. the exterior was decorated with silly stickers, some doodles (he tried), and finally a little "r+s", your initials, at the very top.

"awh, sunghoon.."

"you should fill it up with pictures of us, and only us, okay?"

you opened the album to find dozens of pages already filled- he had printed out pictures he took of the two of you, some candid, some posed, some silly, some cute.

"i can't wait to add many more."

#! joo's vday #enhypen #enhypen x reader

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