#i don't believe flashlights were allowed but maybe they were

[bxd-decisions]

"IT'S JUST THE BEAST UNDER YOUR BED. IN YOUR CLOSET, IN YOUR HEAD" ⸻ RYOMEN SUKUNA

◈ SYNOPSIS︙ Many people didn't survive his wrath. Once he found his way inside of your head, in your dreams. Being in a vulnerable state meant death, whenever Ryomen Sukuna was close by. So many rumors were heard about him being the most terrifying killer out there. God, he didn't even exist, it was just in everyone's dreams. However, no one survived if he made an appearance. And that damned night… it happened to you… and your best friend. You had never seen such terror in your life before. But again, it was your fault in the first place. 

◈ PAIRING︙ Ryomen Sukuna x fem!reader

◈ GENRE︙ dark content, horror, smut, nightmare on elm street kinda AU

◈ WORD COUNT︙ 2k

◈ WARNINGS︙ dark content, horror, blood, murder, smut, monster fucking?, Oral sex (Fem!recieving), Dom!sukuna, sub!reader, fem!bodied reader, rough sex, penetrative sex, incubus nightmare, unprotected sex, scratching?. Let me know if I missed any!

◈ AUTHORS NOTE︙ I need to calm down with the DC💀

REBLOGS & FEEDBACK APPRECIATED!

Many people didn't survive his wrath. Once he found his way inside of your head, in your dreams. Being in a vulnerable state meant death, whenever Ryomen Sukuna was close by. So many rumors were heard about him being the most terrifying killer out there. God, he didn't even exist, it was just in everyone's dreams. However, no one survived if he made an appearance. 

And that damned night… it happened to you… and your best friend. You had never seen such terror in your life before. But again, it was your fault in the first place. 

"I heard that this Ryomen Sukuna… he's hot." you found the whole thing amusing, as if such a killer who haunted your dreams existed. But your best friend believed in it, and took it seriously, the fear present on her face would tell you that, "I-I don't think you should talk about him like that…" she got more nervous by the second, however, you dismissed her fears. 

"Oh come on! I'm sure that son of a bitch doesn't even exist, even if he did, I wouldn't be scared of him. Maybe I'd get a good fuck out of him." officially, you were joking, and the smallest of smiles crept upon your friends face, whereas you burst out laughing at the dumb joke. However, it died down immediately, for the lights… all of them, in the entire neighborhood, had gone off. It was a power outage, and it was already past midnight, you wouldn't lie, it spooked you slightly. Your friend on the other hand was petrified to death, again, you laughed it off and turned your phone's flashlight on, giving her a reassuring smile, "It's okay… it's just a power outage… nothing bad." 

Moving to sit beside her, you pulled her into your side and began to play with her hair in a soothing way, "Maybe we should sleep, you'll see, it'll be okay." Once again you smiled reassuringly and planted a gentle kiss on her forehead. She nodded and returned a smile, climbing under the covers with you, "I'm tired… Can you hold me?" your friend was still terrified, and she wanted to be held until she slept, and obviously you obliged, wrapping your arms around her, allowing her to be the small spoon

"I'm here, just get some rest." You made sure to play with her hair, watching over her until she eventually fell asleep. 

You turned your back to her sleeping form, staring out the window for a while, all you saw was pitch darkness, it was like there wasn't even a moon shining. 

"Whatever…"

Your eyes felt heavy, you were tired. You finally allowed sleep to take over you, however, you wished you hadn't.

Opening your eyes once more, you sat up on the bed, looking next to you, your friend wasn't there anymore, "She probably went to the bathroom or something…" you sleepily muttered to yourself as you got off the bed and stumbled over to the door. You opened the door, and were greeted by the dark halls of your home. You knew your way around well. You went downstairs to have a glass of water. On your way to the kitchen, you stepped into a wet puddle of something that was on the wooden floors, instinctively, you turned on the light, wanting to scream at what you saw. 

Blood. You were stepping in… blood, and from the looks of it, it was a lot of blood. Someone clearly lost a lot of blood.

Your eyes filled up with tears and you instinctively covered your nose and mouth with your hands, doing so rather aggressively. You felt as of you lost your ability to breath, or it was stuck in your throat, as you did your best attempts to not scream out in absolute terror.

Slowly and steadily, you managed to gain control over your breath, and you began to follow the trail of blood, it went into the kitchen, and once you were in the kitchen, you saw something that was seriously terrifying. Where there was supposed to be a wall, was darkness, as much as you were telling yourself to not go any further, you couldn't help yourself but to, slowly but surely you inched closer to the darkness st the end of the kitchen, and the moment your stepped in, you couldn't contain your screams of horror, for all you saw was the skulls and skeletons of millions of humans on a pile, and on the top of the pile, was a man sitting there, as if those skeletons served as a throne for him. 

"Oh shut up, stop that annoying screaming." The strange man sighed in annoyance, and not even in the blink of an eye, he stood behind you, "Aren't you a special thing, huh?" he laughed, a deep and sinister laugh into your ear, you could feel his hot breath tickling your skin and it gave you goosebumps. A soft gasp fell from your lips from it, you didn't know what to say to him, all you were able to do was stand there, your eyes widened from fear, your skin paler than usual… it wasn't… him? Right?

"Tch, you know I heard what you said, you brat. You clearly said… you'd let me fuck you… Did something suddenly change?" He once again whispered against your ear, before moving his mouth to your neck, biting down on your skin, followed by kisses all over. You shivered by his touch, another soft gasp escaping your lips, and you finally found the courage to speak, "W-where is… my friend… the girl who was with me?"

He continued to leave kisses all over your neck, letting out another deep chuckle, "What do you think I did? Now shut up, and let me fuck you, before you end up on my pile of skeletons over there." with zero effort, he turned you around to face him, looking down into your mesmerizing eyes. He had to admit, you were beautiful, it would be a waste to kill you, he wanted to have some fun first. 

Your eyes were stained with tears, and Sukuna was so proud of that fact, he let his thumb catch your tears before they spilled, thereafter tasting it, it was an odd taste to him. 

He suddenly snapped his fingers, and again, his odd powers had you teleport to your room. Right, this was a nightmare. Sukuna shoved you onto the bed without any warnings, and in an instant, his hands were all over those thighs of yours, his face between your legs. He was in a good mood for once, therefore, he without any permission or warnings, used his teeth to rip your panties off of you, finding his way where he craved to be. He wasted no time, he licked a long, delicious stripe on your cunt that was surprisingly dripping already, earning a gasp from you, lord, you didn't think this… monster would make you feel so good, but apparently he did. 

Your hands found its way to his pink locks, pulling and tugging on his hair as you let out desperate moans while he licked and sucked your clit, and every now and then, pushing his tongue passed your dripping hole. Your taste was intoxicating and you were able to see and feel just how much Sukuna was enjoying himself. The way his claws dug into your juicy thighs, the animalistic groans, and the way he was eating you out like you were his last meal, told you all you needed to know. 

But the same could be said for you, you were having the time of your life, he really knew how to use his tongue alright, it moved all over your needy cunt, bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm that you were so desperately craving, "P-please… let me cum…" you begged him, your hands gripping onto his locks whilst your thighs closed around his head, keeping him there. He smirked against your cunt, and as a response only sucked harder and rougher on your clit, drinking your nectar like it was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted. It was time to let you have your release, well, the first one at least.

And finally, you fell over the edge, letting your orgasm wash over you, allowing Sukuna to consume it as if he would die otherwise. Groaning, he licked you clean from all your delicious juices, thereafter teasing your already sensitive cunt with his tongue, however, he also needed some sort of release. Therefore, he could sit up and let your legs wrap around his waist, his hands making his way to his pants, undoing his pants whilst giving you a devious smirk.

"Now I'm gonna fuck you till you pass out." he chuckled sinisterly, finally freeing his heavy, throbbing cock, it made you drool at how big he was. "Fuck me please…" you begged the man again, he was so amused at how effortlessly he had turned you into his bitch, and he didn't even try if he was being honest, but he certainly wouldn't complain.

"With pleasure…" Sukuna lined up with your wet entrance, and in a swift movement, he filled you up with his cock. It felt like you were getting split in half, "Oh fuck…" you gasped, feeling like the air was knocked out of you, but he gave you no time to adjust to his size, he just mercilessly started to pound himself into you, but you weren't gonna complain, he felt too good.

Sukuna groaned, his hands once again gripping onto your thighs while he kept railing you, he moved so rough you heard the bed creaking and your body would jolt from the impact, "You're so fucking tight." Sukuna groaned against your neck, his movements not at all slowing down. He loved how you felt, you were tight and wet, it was thrusting into velvet, and he was certainly having the best time of his life. He would do that forever, well… if he ignored the fact that he was slowly reaching his peak, and the same could be said for you.

Your walls were clenching around his cock in the most delicious way, Sukuna was sure that was the most amazing feeling he had ever felt, and you were making things difficult for him, therefore he growled into your ear, "You better cum for me." he was ordering you, and who were you to deny that? It's not like you could hold yourself back any longer, within a few seconds, your second orgasm would hit you like a speeding train, earning the most melodious and beautiful moans Sukuna had ever heard in his life.

Sukuna kept on pounding into you, he was chasing his own high, and he was getting more and more desperate ny the second, you could tell by how rough he kept railing you, and how his claws pierced your skin which made you wince the slightest bit, but the pain was balanced with the pleasure you felt, and soon enough he would finally break and fill you up, emptying his balls inside of you with a delicious groan, his hips stilling, slowly calming down from his own high.

"That was… amazing." He muttered breathlessly and you couldn't help but to agree, you had completely forgotten that it was all a dream. After a few more moments of feeling your tight warmth, he pulled out and stood up from the bed, fixing himself up and sighing. 

"Well, I got what I wanted now." he muttered, thereafter he glared at you, with yet another sinister smirk on his face, "Guess it's time to finish this off." his statement was filled with malice, and you already knew what was about to happen. 

Would begging him to spare you even be helpful? Probably not. Therefore, you shut your eyes and braced yourself to get torn to shreds, however, after seconds of waiting for your demise, it simply didn't happen. Opening your eyes, you looked around the room, but immediately shut them again as the daylight was blinding.

You finally opened your eyes after a few moments and looked around the room, trying to figure out what had happened the former night.

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[baronessblixen]

Candlelight Moments With You

Day six: candlelit snack

I'm doing the 24 Days of X-Mas Files Challenge that msrafterdark posted!

Summary: Mulder and Scully have to stop at a motel for the night. They make the best of it. (one room, some fluff, some candy. Yes, real candy. Wc: 1,201

Tagging @today-in-fic

The weather - and he doesn't want to quote the classic Christmas song at all, but it's all too fitting - is dreadful. He doesn't know if their flight was canceled. With the phone lines down, there is no way to call the airline. With the snowstorm raging outside, however, he can't imagine a single plane taking off, no matter where it is going.

This is why they're stuck here. He's not entirely sure where 'here' even is. It had started with soft flurries that neither worried Mulder nor Scully. Then, almost out of nowhere, the snow was coming down heavily, making it impossible to see where they were driving. They were going so slow, they probably could have walked.

After what felt like hours, but was most likely not more than thirty minutes, a snowed-in neon sign came into sight. They exchanged a look and the decision was made. They parked their car in the parking lot and by the time they'd taken out their bags, it was already covered by a soft white blanket. They were lucky, too. The motel had one room left. It's drafty and basic, but better than being out in the storm.

At least it was until a few minutes ago when the power went out. Mulder turned on his flashlight and put it on a table like a candle. But of course, he hasn't changed the batteries in a while, and the light keeps flickering.

"Merry Christmas," Scully mutters, sitting on the bed in her pajamas.

"Technically," Mulder says, "it's not Christmas yet. We'll be back in time."

"You don't know that." She's right, of course. He can't know it. But he's Mulder and he wants to believe. Even if he can't get Scully home for Christmas Eve, he's determined to deliver her to her family on Christmas morning at the latest.

"And we'll soon be without light. It's only a matter of time until it will be freezing in here. We haven't even eaten." Scully's voice carries dejection in it and it hits Mulder straight in his heart. He can't bring the power back, or make the snow stop, but maybe there's something he can do.

"Will you be okay if I take the flashlight and go talk to the receptionist?" He points the light at her and she narrows her eyes.

"Sure," she says, crawling under the blanket, and getting comfortable. He can't tear his eyes away from her until she smiles softly, giving him a spark of hope.

It's a small motel, so there aren't many people here, but some are also seeking out the receptionist. A child is crying and Mulder makes a funny face, distracting it into a hiccupy laugh.

"We know that the power is out and no, we don't know when it will be back," the receptionist says in a monotone voice when it's Mulder's turn.

"I just wanted to ask for a few candles."

"We don't usually allow candles in our rooms."

"My partner and I are Federal Agents," Mulder says, flashing his badge. "We can handle it."

"Fine. But don't let the other guests know." Mulder grabs the two candles he's offered and stuffs them into his pockets.

"Do you sell any food?"

"Does this look like a restaurant, Mister? No, we don't."

"Thanks." Mulder stands in the lobby, his stomach grumbling. It's been hours since they last stopped to eat and he feels it. And he knows how Scully gets on an empty stomach.

"You don't happen to have a vending machine anywhere close, do you?" He returns to the receptionist, who rolls his eyes.

"We used to. But not anymore. You're on your own. Unless..."

"Unless what?" The receptionist's head disappears under the desk. When he comes back up, he's holding a bag of chips and another bag with heart-shaped fruit gum.

"I'm willing to sell you these."

"Sell? How much?" Mulder fishes out his wallet, figuring the guy would want five or maybe ten bucks for the snacks.

"$100." Mulder stares at the young man whose expression is steady.

"You're kidding."

"My mom gave me these. So $100 or no deal." Mulder checks his wallet, grumbling.

"I have $81 and some change."

"I'll take it."

Candles in his pockets, chips and fruit gum in hand, Mulder returns to his and Scully's motel room.

"Mulder?" she asks.

"Were you expecting someone else? Power is gonna be out for a while," he says. "But I have candles." He grins at her, her face unreadable in the shadows. He uses a matchstick to light the candles and the soft flickering plunges them into a soft light.

"Tada," Mulder says. "We have light. And I have food."

"You do?" Scully sits up in bed.

"Willing to share the bed?" he asks her, feeling surprisingly bashful. She scoots over and pats the space next to her.

"What did you bring?"

"Well, it was as expensive as a restaurant visit." Scully throws him a confused look. "But quality is more gas station." He hands the chips to her and she tears open the bag, digging in.

"Wow," he says, forgetting his own hunger. "You really were hungry, huh?" She just nods, taking the other bag out of his hands.

"Are these-"

"Hearts? Yeah."

"And they say romance is dead." He watches her - momentarily speechless - as she opens the bag of fruit gum too and stuffs two little hearts into her mouth.

"What did you mean these were expensive?" she asks as she offers him a heart. Their fingers meet as he takes it from her.

"The little shit demanded $100."

"Please tell me you didn't pay that."

"I paid $81," he admits. "Was all I had. You're worth it, too."

"Mulder, you're crazy," she says, licking her salt-peppered fingers.

"What else is new?" He chuckles. "I didn't want you to go hungry."

"Thank you." She looks at him, her eyes earnest. "I'm sorry for being... I know the snowstorm wasn't your fault. I'm just tired."

"And hungry," he adds, nudging her shoulder with his.

"And hungry," she confirms.

"I promise that I'll take you to breakfast, lunch, and dinner as soon as we can leave again."

"Mulder, are you asking me out on a date?" He stares at the heart-shaped fruit gum in his hand. She's long taken over his heart; it beats to the rhythm of his love for her.

"If you accept me," he says gently, offering him the heart. The one in his palm and the one in his chest.

"Mulder," she mumbles, taking the fruit gum. "You know, this almost is a date right here."

"Hm?"

"Candlelight," she says, "and food. Or something like it."

"I'd like to take you on a real date. One day."

"I'd like that, too. One day." She eats the fruit gum, her eyes remaining on his face. "You look like you're gonna faint. Eat something." She holds a chip up to his mouth and he accepts it, his lips closing over her finger. He can't tell what flavor the chips are, but he knows he wants more.

"More?" he asks in a whisper. She smiles at him and nods. But he doesn't get another chip. Instead, he gets a kiss.

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NCT Spooky Season [Day 5]

The Haunted Complex

TW: Ghosts, Haunted Building Genre: Romance Pairing: Dong Sicheng x Reader YN Pronouns: Not specified Word Count: 0.7K Prompt: “Oh yeah, the sheet ghost is so scary” “Not that! The thing behind it!”

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Notes: Disclaimer: Please remember that this is an AU and a work of fiction, obviously the idols mentioned/written about in this story would never partake in these actions. The idols mentioned in this work are meant to be seen more as face claims rather than the actual idols themselves.

Feedback is greatly appreciated!! Thank you for reading!

If you were being honest, here, you'd consider yourself a skeptic when it comes to ghosts. You're a believer of science first and foremost, a true non-believer, so to say. Your boyfriend, Sicheng, on the other hand, is the most superstitious and ghost-fearing person probably in the world. You love him to death, of course, but you can only handle so much of the 'No way! It's haunted!' statements when you want to explore somewhere cool.

"I swear, (Y/N), you could see a ghost right in front of you and you'd think it was an illusion."

"That's probably because it would be, there's no such thing as ghosts," you told him.

"Are we even allowed to be here?" He looks up at the old building while you pull one of the boards covering the entrance off.

"Nope," you had an evil grin and Sicheng sighed. "Now come on! You either come with me or I go in alone," you offered.

"What?! You can't go in there alone! Fine! One hour!" Sicheng walks in first and you couldn't hide your excitement.

"Yes! Nice!" You followed in after him. You turned your flashlight on and shone it on anything that caught your eye. Who knows what this building used to be used for before? A lot of it was hidden from weather and age, leaving only small traces behind. "Ooh, Sicheng! Look at this!" You illuminated the bulletin board in front of you and pointed at one of the flyers.

"Call if you're interested in having a roommate," Sicheng recites.

"Huh, I kind of hated my roommates before," you shrugged.

"Were they really that bad? They were always nice when I was over," Sicheng takes out his flashlight too.

"Not bad, per se, just... so messy," you shuddered. "Let's go upstairs," you pointed the flashlight toward the staircase and Sicheng hesitated after seeing the cobweb above the door. "Don't worry, if there are any spiders I'll shoo them away," you waited for him to catch up with you before continuing.

"I really don't like the vibes of this place, (Y/N)," he rubs his arms up and down, shining his flashlight toward anything that seemed scary.

"You know what's worse than feeling like there's something scary around you?" You asked him.

"What?"

"Seeing it." He turned his flashlight off immediately and looked forward, and you couldn't stop the small laugh. "You are so adorable, Sicheng, don't worry! Ghosts don't exist and, if they did, I'd protect you from them!" You shot him a confident look, but you could tell he still wasn't convinced.

Now on the second floor, you and Sicheng were able to explore an abandoned unit, a couple of closets, and the bathroom. So far, nothing out of the ordinary for an abandoned complex, mostly quiet and a little eerie, there wasn't even a sound of dripping water. Just silence. But the longer you were in here the more uneasy you felt, maybe Sicheng was rubbing off on you a little too much, usually, you were the more dauntless of the duo, but his shaky eyes and the fact that he couldn't stand still for even a few minutes was starting to make you jittery too, until you finally heard him scream.

"Sicheng! What?!" You looked behind you and toward him.

"G... G... Ghost!" He shouts. You look forward again.

"Oh, yeah, that sheet ghost is so scary," you pulled the sheet off of the mannequin which, in many ways, was also terrifying. Especially since it was in the middle of the hallway. Covered.

"Not that!" Sicheng takes your shoulders and points further down the dark hallway, "the thing behind it!" Sicheng points at the elongated figure down the hall.

"Holy... holy shit," your jaw drops and, somehow, it seems to get closer. "Run."

"What?"

"Run!" You take his hand and you both bolt down the stairs, dashing out of the complex, into your car, and not even bothering to put your seat belts on while Sicheng slammed on the gas to get the hell out of there.

After a few minutes of silence, Sicheng was the one to speak up first.

"(Y/N)... you haven't looked anywhere but forward since we left."

"So have you, and you're the one driving," you didn't look at him.

"I don't want to check my mirrors."

"Why?"

"What if..."

"Don't you dare say it."

"So... do you believe in ghosts now?"

"... yes."

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[monroeknoxwrites]

shopping trip for the luskren triplets, please! 👀💖

Early Sunday mornings were exclusively for the trade market. Three floors underground, with a projected morning sky on the ceiling overhead, all the residence of their district gathered to barter goods. No one really had money to spend except on food and essentials.

Everything else could be found here for the proper trade.

Vanith came bearing a blanket and her tools, setting up in her usual corner right on the stone floor. She'd fix things for people in exchange for any interesting gadgets or junk they found. And things for her sisters too.

The market wasn't packed in those first couple hours but she and Vanit still took turns accompanying Vanis on her never-ending search for books she hadn't read a hundred times. Maybe a pretty skirt too. A pretty skirt and a blouse if she couldn't find an interesting book.

On her own, Vanit browsed seemingly without interest or purpose. She didn't know what she wanted until she saw it. Sometimes it'd be a knife, a cooking pot, a pre-invasion era leather jacket. Once she returned to Vanith's repair patch the proud new owner of an unused yet worn makeup hexagon, the different sides opening to eye shadow, lip gloss, perfumed lotion, etc. It was the kind of luxury item no one in their district could afford. Vanit didn't ask how the previous owner found it. She never asked questions and that's why the shadier barterers liked her.

On this outing, Vanith looked up from replacing parts in a practically ancient flashlight, at her sisters return, Vanis's arm hooked around Vanit's and pressed in close, their cloth bag heavy with some prize.

"Three books," Vanis explained, her good mood evident in how she rested her head on Vanit's shoulder and invaded her personal space brazenly. "That old nosy bitch Ms. Drets let them go for gossip from our building."

"Don't know why she cares so much about other people's business," Vanit said.

"Auntie says she's old and living on gossip alone," Vanith said around the screws held between her lips.

Vanit let herself be pulled down to sit by Vanis, clicking her tongue. "She better keep her nose out of our business."

"No secrets in this family," Vanis said, lacing their fingers together. Her leg stretched out to brush Vanith's.

Vanit rolled her eyes but allowed her hand to be held hostage, grabbing a set of glass bottles one-handed out of the bag. They were different shades of light pink.

Vanith leaned in to examine them then remembered to be the disapproving older sister. "Alcohol?"

"I wish."

Vanit sloshed the bottles back and forth, little bubbles forming at the top. She and Vanis' expressions matched as realization dawned in their sister's wide eyes.

"Carbonation!? They banned that. It's banned. How–" Vanith cut herself off with a shake of her head. She dropped her voice to a hush. "Right, no questions. I can't believe you found carbonats! And one for each of us too."

Vanit placed them back in the bag. "I'm not a fan, take mine."

"But it's your find."

Vanis bumped her leg gently. "It's all for you, Van. The fizz is gross going down."

Vanith nearly swallowed the screws. She was bubbly like those pink drinks until Vanit said, "Pay us back by cleaning the bathroom this month."

"You're bribing me with drinks you traded for my repairs." Vanith pointed her screwdriver at Vanit and Vanis in turn, accusatory.

"Shut up, you love them." Vanit showed no remorse.

"You want use to trade them back?" Vanis was no better.

Vanith spat the screws in her lap. "Of course I do and no you won't. Twisty, you're both so twisty sometimes I can't stand it."

Vanis bumped her leg again. "Trapped in that 'responsible big sis' net you built all by yourself, Van. Don't blame us for exploiting it."

"Twisty."

Remorseless, Vanit wandered off to find something else and Vanis began her book, head pillowed in Vanith's lap – making her repair work all the harder.

#asks #my ocs #my writing #thank you coffee! #I tried to showcase how they're both sweet and awful to each other😆

[hero-israel]

It must be so frightening knowing that everyone in the world hates Israel more and more every year, to the point of accepting acts of violence against civilians for no reason other than that they’re Israeli. How is Israel going to survive when America and Europe cut off military aid because they no longer want responsibility for the apartheid theocracy they created?

"It must be so frightening to go in a building after the Triangle Shirtwaist factory burned down, things like that just happen randomly and automatically and yoooouuu aren't saaaaafee oooooooooooOOOOOOOOooooo" (*waving flashlight under chin*)

The attack plan only worked because Israel's government of criminals and Twitter trolls had stopped doing their jobs and only cared about making their own crimes legal. You know full well that will never be allowed again. Actually maybe you don't know that, since you believe in fables like "groomer teachers" - I mean, "Israeli apartheid," and you think America "created" Israel. Everything the genocidal Arab League / UAR armies suffered in 1948 and 1967 was with no assistance from anyone. And that was back when there were real armies involved, not ISIS-but-with-more-child-abuse. Err, I mean, the great heroes of the liberation. Hope you enjoy the movies btw.

You should be frightened about America visibly cracking apart into late-USSR state dysfunction and street violence.

You should be even more frightened by how blatantly obvious it is that white leftists are willing to keep fighting Israel to the last dead Arab.

You really don't have to worry about Israel, thanks.

(But could you move a bit to the left, please? There's a smudge on your camera lens.)

[paigenoelchas-blog]

Mountaintops and other Dangerous Terrain:

02: On Track

(part 01)

"The road back was long, full of ups and downs, but I kept on, because I knew that, eventually it would lead me back to you."

The path back to her wasn't going to be easy. He had no idea the extent of his injuries, but he remained undaunted and more than willing to fight until his last breath to be with her.

The adrenaline rush from making it out of the mine, seeing her, and knowing that she loves him allowed him to brush his injuries aside for a bit. Jake was moving slowly, the path was dark, the moon barely a crescent in the sky and he dared not use a flashlight as many people were looking for him. The rocks were slick with moisture from the fog that lingered lowly in the air and sharp from many years of erosion. Occasionally, the light from a freeway down the road would lighten the path. He would try and memorize a route while hiding from view, and Jake etched out a plan in his mind. His only focus was on the next steps that he had to take, completely focused on the road and her, always on her. Every step he took was one step closer to her.

Because of her, the stars were still bright in their twinkling and his heart was still full of the warmth found in her love. Those three words, spoken from a generous, yet careful heart would carry him to my safety. Jake believed that with all of his heart.

Making it about halfway to the valley before the extent of his injuries could be felt, he had to stop for a moment to assess the situation. He had not broken his leg, thankfully, but his ankle was definitely injured and the gash on his thigh would cause problems if he didn't get some antibiotics soon. His arm had several bruises and his hands were scarred from the frantic digging that was required during his escape. He shuddered, not wanting to think of those details, he had several deep scratches on his face. The pain in his side acknowledged his broken ribs. The pain was intense, but his hope for their future was greater. His thoughts ran only to the future with her in his arms.

He lost everything in those mines, everything but her love. That was all that he had to fight for. He knew it was all that could keep him going.

Jake knew that a plan was necessary and let his thoughts travel to more practical matters.

I have to track down a phone. I need to let her know that I am still alive and let her know that my heart is hers. I can't do much to keep her safe while in this position, but I can make sure that she is not pursued. Nymos will do that without causing suspicion. I am glad that I hit the emergency button as soon as I realized that my backpack was not going to make it.

Pushing that button commanded Nymos to destroy all evidence of her without making it appear that the phone had been tampered with. It wiped her from the phone completely and utterly. He was proud that he had thought of that in the last moments, that his desire to keep her safe precluded his desire for his own safety.

But first, I have to find my way down this mountain and find some medicine, maybe a place to rest. I hope they find my backpack and the one shoe that I left behind and believe that I was lost in the fire, and that will be enough evidence to prove that I expired in those mines. Before her, that backpack would have contained everything precious to me. I have reason to believe that while they know of her existence, they don't know that she is my everything. She became the beating of my heart and my sole desire the minute those words popped up on my screen.

A huge smile lit up his face despite the pain in his body and despite the torment of not being in contact with her, despite not being able to let her know that she is safe. He had happiness and hope and joy despite all of the obstacles because she loved him.

One foot moved slowly in front of the other.

One more inch of mountainside lay behind him.

One more second until he was by her side and she was in his arms.

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The Twin Flame - Chapter 12: "Question...?"

"Good girl, sad boy. Big city, wrong choice. We had one thing goin' on. I swear that it was somethin' 'cause I don't remember who I was before you painted all my nights a color I've searched for since..."

"What are you talking about?" Sam wildly questions, the three of you walking through some dark, desolate basement. "You wanna break Zemo out of jail? And where the hell are we, Buck? Have you lost your mind?"

"Not that anyone's asked my opinion," you quip, following behind Sam but in front of Bucky. "But I don't feel like this is the greatest of ideas."

"You know what's not a great idea?" Sam rhetorically asks, his voice filled with sarcasm specially reserved for you. "Using that little ball of flame in your hand instead of a flashlight! You know, the flashlight, the one on the back of your phone, the one used to take calls and not ignore me? Or did you forget about your phone because you were too busy being blown up!"

"You were blown up?" Bucky incredulously demands, his eyes wide as his head whips toward you. 

"No!" you adamantly deny, smothering the small blue flame in your palm. "The building I was in blew up. I was safely tucked beneath a steel door."

Bucky's almost stunned silent with a dumbfounded look on his face. He shakes his head, pointing at you, "Okay, we're gonna circle back to that in a minute. What was I saying...? Right, we have no leads, no moves, nothing."

"What we have is one of the most dangerous men in the world behind bars," Sam retorts. 

"And a serum that no one knows anything about. But Zemo does," Bucky insists, recalling the look on Zemo's face when Bucky questioned him after you left his cell.

It was the look of a man who knew more than he was going to say while still behind bars.

"Or he's just leading the two of you to believe that so you get him out," Sam argues. "Zemo's just going to mess with our minds. Especially yours, Bucky. No offense."

Bucky flips on a large power breaker, illuminating the room. "Offense."

You wait for a moment, leaning on one of the large metal shelves that faces the door you entered only moments ago. "He's a means to an end. The enhanced humans are against everything he believes."

"But she's not a superhuman!" Sam exclaims, doubling down. "She's a person, a person that I don't want Zemo anywhere near."

"He's crazy, but he still has a code."

"And we've all been on the wrong side of that code, Bucky! He blew up the UN, he killed King T'Chaka, and framed you for it. Did you forget that? You think the Wakandans forgot about that? It's a rhetorical question, of course they didn't." Sam pauses for a moment, eyes remaining on Bucky. While Sam continues his rant, you allow your eyes to wander the strange warehouse-like room Bucky lead you to. "I know this matters but we can't let it push us off the deep end." It's then that Sam's eyes snap back to you, pointedly remarking, "Or any further off the deep end." 

"Will you quit taking shots at me?" you frustratedly groan. "I haven't even said anything!"

"We don't know how they're getting the serum," Bucky quietly tells Sam, his eyes widening at Sam to silently remind him of the information they were still keeping from you. "We don't know even know how bad this is yet, Sam." 

"Sam, maybe we should hear Bucky out?" you gently urge. 

"Let me just walk you through a hypothetical," Bucky starts, his eyes flickering between you and Sam. "Can I walk you through a hypothetical?" 

Sam's ears perk up, his shoulder stiffening at Bucky's words. "What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything," Bucky guiltily replies. 

"Oh no..." you sigh, shaking your head. "What did you do?"

"The weakest point in any system isn't the software, the hardware. It's the meatware, the human element," Bucky continues, tapping his temple several times. "Now, in this lockup, it's nine to one, prisoners to guards. And if two prisoners start fighting then the protocol says four guards have to respond."

"So why would two prisoners randomly start fighting at that moment?" you question.

"Who knows? There could be many reasons. But the point is, these things escalate. Lockdown procedures would have to be initiated, and with all those bodies flying around left and right, it wouldn't be hard to slip down a hallway or two. And if the fire alarm got tripped while the prisoners were being separated, someone could use the chaos to their advantage."

As Bucky continues his rambling about the prison in suspicious amount of detail, your eyes wander the room. You remain leaning on the metal shelves, shifting from one foot to the other when the large drape in front of the entrance you just walked through shifts. 

"I don't like how casual you're being about this, it's unnatural. Now, where are we?" Sam demands.

You step forward, craning your neck to get a better look at the drape. Just through the other shelves in the room, you catch a shadowy figure emerge behind the drape. You reach out to touch Sam's shoulder, "Hey, Sam."

Sam slightly lifts his hand to dismiss you, "Just hold on. Bucky, what are-"

"Sam," you interrupt again, the pieces of Bucky's plan falling into place as the drape pulls back to reveal the key component to Bucky's farfetched plan. "I just want you to know that I had nothing to do with this." 

"Nothing to do with what?" Sam asks, following your eye-line to the doorway just in time to see Zemo enter the room in a guard's uniform. And most definitely not behind bars anymore. "What- Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

Bucky sticks out his arm to stop Sam. "No, listen-"

"What are you doing here?" Sam accuses, pointing at Zemo. "You're going back to jail!"

"I didn't want to tell you because I knew you wouldn't let this happen," Bucky defends, still stopped in front of Sam.

You settle back against the metal shelf, crossing your arms in amusement as you watch the chaos unfold. You know you should probably be upset with Bucky for making you and Sam an accomplice to breaking Zemo out or even a little worried that a man who vowed his entire life to getting rid of people like you is now standing only a few feet from you, but in spite of all of that, a laugh leaves your mouth, "This is way worse than the thing I did."

Sam's head snaps back toward you with an expression that goes far beyond irritated, "Then it's a really good thing I'm more than capable of being mad at the both of you at the same time."

"We need him," Bucky insists. 

"You're going back to prison," Sam curtly restates. 

"If I may-" Zemo starts. 

"No!" they both exclaim.

"Apologies," Zemo remorsefully mutters. 

And though only moments ago, Sam said he didn't want Zemo anywhere near you, Zemo sidles up right next to where you remain standing with an amused expression on your face. You quietly mutter to him, "If it makes you feel better, they don't listen to me either."

"When Steve refused to sign the Accords, you backed him. You broke the law and you stuck out your neck for me. I'm asking you to do it again," Bucky pleads. 

"I really think I'm invaluable-" Zemo tries again.

"Shut up," Sam cuts him off, turning back to Bucky with a bewildered expression. Sam points to where you stand in the room, "You know how he feels about her and you want us to work with him? You trust him not to kill her the first chance he gets? Because I was under the impression you gave a shit about what happens to her."

"Don't do that," Bucky sharply warns, gritting his teeth to bite back his unfiltered response, "I - He's a means to an end, Sam. It doesn't matter what we do or don't feel. We need him."

A huff of disbelief leaves your mouth as Bucky speaks, the words only confirming what you already greatly suspected, you saw something that was never there. 

"You are putting her in danger. Even more danger!" Sam exclaims, overemphasizing each word. "Zemo is a dangerous man."

"I can take care of myself, Sam," you angrily reply, once again a little insulted by Sam's complete and utter lack of faith in your ability to stand on your own two feet.

"Clearly," he scoffs. "Has everyone here lost their minds?"

"Even more danger?" Bucky repeats, clearly confused about what Sam's referring to. "What are you-"

"Sam," you finally interrupt, not wanting Sam to divulge any details of your current situation. "This is bigger than me. This serum getting out puts everyone in danger."

You look at Sam with an expression that carries millions of words, thoughts, and retorts.

He takes a large breath of concession. Because once again, it doesn't matter how much he hates this, you've got a point.

While you and Sam share a silent conversation, Bucky thinks and thinks hard trying to figure out exactly what Sam was talking about. He knew physically, of course, this line of work was dangerous. How many people hadn't been lost in one single fight? He'd seen it first hand. But that wasn't it, he knew it wasn't. There was something that you and Sam had been hiding. There had to have been a reason that this strange fight was still going on between you and Sam. So he raked through his brain, trying to remember anything and anything that could help him figure it out. 

All that comes to mind is one very cryptic conversation with Steve, coincidentally, also in Berlin.

-

"So what's her deal?" Bucky asks Steve, nudging his head in your direction.

"Her deal?" Steve chuckles, quirking an eyebrow at him. "Single, if that's what you mean."

"Funny," Bucky scoffs, rolling his eyes at Steve. "What's she doing here?"

"What are any of us doing here?" Steve questions, a slight huff of laughter as he watches you and Sam share some incredibly long, elaborate secret handshake.

"Are you done being a smart ass?" Bucky impatiently prompts.

"Alright, alright," Steve acquiesces. "It's Sam mostly. At least that's what I think, you didn't hear that from me."

"Sam?"

Steve shrugs. "Her story is... complicated."

"Ha," Bucky grunts in clear disbelief.

"I would argue as complicated as yours," Steve continues.

"Should I be insulted?"

"No," Steve assures, his voice a light laughter at Bucky's defensiveness. "She was a SHIELD asset. Best thing they ever stumbled on. Person in captivity. Clean slate. She just never quite fit the mold. 'Specially not with Sam watching out for her."

"Sam was her handler?" Bucky guesses.

"From what I know, yes. Even now, where she goes, he goes. He goes, she goes."

"Doesn't sound that complicated to me."

Steve's mouth remorsefully twists, trying to determine how much of your story he was at liberty to divulge without your permission, "SHIELD wanted things from her, had this idea of what she should be. It was unnerving, watching them try to take advantage of a person that didn't understand this world."

"Captivity?"

"Born and bred. Didn't see the light of day for the first 25 years of her life."

"But she's so...?" Bucky trails off, the four of you still waiting in the parking lot for the rest of your ragtag team.

"I know," Steve snickers, fondly smiling at you. "She's tough. Didn't matter what SHIELD through at her, she never folded."

"And now?"

"I don't know," Steve winces, shaking his head. "It's not really my story to tell."

Bucky snorts. "Who am I gonna tell?"

"Is there a reason you're this interested?"

"There's a reason you're deflecting," Bucky counters.

"It's complicated," Steve repeats. "SHIELD owned her. Like really owned her."

"But SHIELD fell... so she's free?"

"Sam doesn't think so. He won't admit it, but he's scared. How do you argue the freedom of a person that no one knows exists? A person that no one has ever considered a person?" And that statement really strikes a chord with Bucky - because isn't that exactly what Steve is doing for him? Isn't that exactly what he's been for 70 years? "SHIELD's gone, but what's stopping the government from staking their claim? She's not a citizen, of anywhere, no home, nothing. A ward of the state, really. Sam thinks that they're gonna come for her. He wants to keep her out of the fight, but he's not letting her out of his sight any time soon. It's how she ended up here in Berlin."

"And what do you think?"

"I think that she's here to do what's right."

"You think they'll come for her?"

Steve's mouth quickly opens, only to shut again. He waits for a moment, clearly thinking his answer through. "I don't know."

-

"Okay," Sam decides, the abrupt sound of his voice pulling Bucky from his remembrance. "But if we do this, you don't make a move with our permission. You don't look, talk, or even breathe in her direction with our say so. Got it?"

"I can take care of myself, Sam," you refute, once again, your words are unheard, and most definitely not acknowledged.

"Got it?" Sam repeats, ignoring you entirely. 

Zemo nods. "Fair."

"So, where do we start?"

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I'm sorry. It's been a bit since I actually did one of these, but...I had to. It's like an itch that I just had to scratch, lol.

Behind the cut are my thoughts on episodes 5 and 6 of the so-called season 2: Bower's Mansion and Victoria's Black Swan Inn.

But before you hit that keep reading button: please for the love of all that is good and pure, READ THE DISCLAIMER.

Try to remember that I am just some goof with a blog and a lot of opinions, and I am not the world's foremost expert on all things Sam and Colby. If you don't like what I said, don't lose sleep over it.

Opinions are defined as: "A view or judgment formed about something, not necessarily based on fact or knowledge."

So, I didn’t really talk much about Bower’s Mansion- and that wasn’t for any bad reason, I actually did like the episode- but I do want to take this opportunity to talk about one thing that I just need to get off my chest about Bower’s: The Door.

If I’m allowed one critique about this episode, its that they didn’t even attempt to figure out if the door closing multiple times in a night could be anything other than paranormal. I 100% believe Colby had nothing to do with that door closing the second time (even if the way he moved away from the door right before it closed was a bit...suspicious).  His absolute panic at the jump scare, plus them catching the door closing on camera later in the night really sealed the deal of his innocence for me.  That being said- to me, a door closing three times in one night makes it more likely that it can be ascribed to a creaky old malfunctioning door in a creaky old abandoned house, rather than anything paranormal.  

However, they get eternal brownie points for finally acknowledging that Colby got some shit going on with him, which as you know, has been my mission statement since the dawning of the age of aquarius, and they gave us a ton of sweet sweet cat footage, so...they get an overall 8/10 on that episode from me.

Now, onto this latest episode (Victoria's Black Swan Inn).

This episode was just ok to me.  I don’t know why, but it felt a little...rushed. It almost felt like they left a few key scenes out for some reason.  And I feel, at the end of the day, that maybe there just wasn’t much interesting evidence or paranormal stuff that happened in this episode, and maybe that’s why it felt kind of off, but I did definitely notice it.

Anyway, there were some pro's and some con's. So, I'm going to highlight some of those below. These are in no particular order:

Pro: Sam, Colby and Nate's relationship is top tier. They work really well together and you can just see how much they truly enjoy each other's company- and how many years of history they have between them. I don't think snc gel with anyone quite as smoothly as they do with Nate.

Con: I couldn’t follow along with the story of what supposedly happened in this house.  Maybe I was too tired, or maybe the editing was a little choppy, but...I don’t know.  There was a lady who died somehow (I think they mentioned like 3 different ways this woman could've died?), and a guy named Park Street who killed himself, only maybe he didn’t, only maybe he did?  And somehow they were connected, and then there was some guy named Porkelroy or something? And a dude that died trying to save a horse, but I don't know if he was the Porkelroy guy or someone totally unrelated? I don’t know.  I really don’t know. 

Pro: I don't know why Sam and Colby had to take their shirts off and stand so awkwardly in the corner to scare Nate, but when I tell you I laughed...

I mean, why are they standing like this???!!

This will haunt my nightmares, but in the best of ways. Nate said it best: "I don't know whether to be scared or aroused."

Con: Outside of the Estes Method, which I'll get to in a sec, there really wasn't much in the way of super cool paranormal activity, so I feel like the things thay were happening they were really dialing up to 11. The flashlights were fun, I guess, and I'm happy they remembered that they own a thermal camera, but...I don't know.

I didn't buy that shadow figure thing at all...mostly because I didn't see anything. Like Sam literally pointed the camera in the other direction at first, like wtf lol. And even when they did zoom in...maybe my bad eyesight is catching up to me, but I didn't see shit.

Also...Sam kept saying this is the first time he saw a shadow figure, but he supposedly saw one at the Conjuring and the Bellaire House, so he's on like his third first with that whole thing.

Pro: The Estes Method Sessions were both cool. First of all, did anyone catch Colby rocking along in perfect tandem with Nate while Nate was under? So random, lol.

But second of all- while it was kind of weird to throw Colby in the closet and be yelling questions through the door at him, watching him practically hypnotize himself while he was doing the Estes Method really upped the creep factor. I don't know wtf they were even trying to get out of the lady, cause I couldn't follow that whole story worth a damn, but it was still cool!

Con: This is just a minor thing, but don't be tracking wet shoes and mud all through that old ass house with them old ass floors, boys. Also, the bare feet- wasn't Nate running around barefoot all night? Couldn't those tracks have been him?

Pro: The psychomanteum thing, was very very interesting to me. I didn’t for a second buy that it was paranormal in any way, shape or form, but my god was it fascinating in a psychological way. I loved it, I loved hearing about the state of almost hypnosis that they put themselves in and the things they saw, and I would love to do some kind of deep dive and figure out what some of that says about one's psyche.

Also, Nate is quite the wordsmith lol. "Obsidian wells" sounds like the name of a town on a soap opera. 🤣

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And this is not a pro or a con, but a random observation: There was something really funky happening with Colby in this entire episode. I don't know if he hotboxed beforehand, or what, but he was...off. At a couple different points, he was staring off into space like he was seeing/hearing things the others weren't, he randomly started smelling gunpowder, and he just seemed...drained. Even before the whole psychomanteum/Estes Method thing, he just seemed off. I don't know what that was about, perse, but it was noticeable- at least to me. Anyone else?

Anyway, this one was solid on the interactions between the boys and had some fun moments, but it was kind of filler for me. I'll give it a 6.5/10, and I guess we'll see what's in store for next week!

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[yllowpages]

❝ It’s a maze. ❞

❝ Yeah. ❞ He exhales the word, still catching up in every sense. His breath, his thoughts ... His mind totally awash — he's been pulled under its waves again : Cauldron Lake ( not that he had ever surfaced ) . He could swim upward as much as he wanted, the water would always weigh him back down to the lakebed. Even while his mind still searches for clarity, he can see how ' what is this place? ' had maybe been a less-than-pertinent question in the passing moment. ( It's coming back to me now ... The words on the page from all those years ago ... But why is it so hard to recall the details? What is this fog doing to my head? )

Alan glances around their surroundings. The trees looked as though they reached taller than the sky and the grass was coarse and thick around their feet. All while black fog seeps in around them at every angle. It was eerie. Almost more than anything else the Dark Place had shown him. ( A maze of nature's own creation, designed to madden and entrap. ) He nods lightly at the woman in front of him — the woman who may have just saved him : ❝ I can see that. ❞ ( A maze ... Brings back memories ... )

Is this how it went? The episode? I don't ... I can't remember. The longer I spend here, the more the Dark Place takes. My time, memories ... How long have I ... ? — This all feels so familiar but ... I'm missing something. Some vital piece of information the story needs to move forward. Without it ... Well, I'll just keep going in circles. But I have to keep moving. The story beats are all here — hidden, somewhere in the maze. The loop. I have to believe living through this nightmare — my own creation — will get me out. Get me back to Alice.

The heartbeat that had been pounding in his ears — his heartbeat — has faded into the background. He can breathe. He can think. ( It's the best he can do when there's no relaxation in a place like this. ) When his vision is no longer blurred by the fear and adrenaline, he can get a better look at her. And it was her. One of the episode's protagonists. He doesn't remember if it was him or someone else who named her : Jill. ( Horror is only victims and monsters, but ' Night Springs ' allowed their characters a chance — even in the darkest nights, there were still lights at the end of the tunnel. ) But it wasn’t just her. There were ... others. It was an ensemble story, he recalls. A group of unlikely survivors fighting against the night to make it to dawn … That's how he wrote it. ( Wh—where … ? Where are the others? )

And as if written on cue, a scream in the distance. It echoes, bounces against trees and escapes into the nothingness of the night sky. His heart jumps with a gasp, but he silences himself quickly. ( The monster ... The killer ... It's out there. It's ... hunting. That was its goal. Hunt and kill. That was the story. ) Sweat beads on his forehead, at his temples. The only way out is through, he remembers. ( But — how? What was the ending?! ) The tension and frustration shows on his face, in his darting eyes and furrowed brow. As Alan looks back up at Jill, he says : ❝ Fl—flashlight. I need a flashlight — we need flashlights. They'll help — with the darkness. ❞

@soulcost / jill valentine.

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[nimbus-cloud-90]

Alright gang, more of the story you didn't ask for:

Chapter Three:

Convenience Store Hijinks.

You know how they say you can hear the muses playing a soft symphony as you take up a quest?

Well, what I got was a horrible banjo rendition of On The Road Again.

"Hey, I never claimed to be a musician, be grateful I’m trying something new for you!"

"I thought you’d leave me alone until I summoned you."

"Where’s the fun in that!" He said and went back to singing the chorus, the only part of the song he seems to know.

"Can I at least change the station?"

"Sorry no can do, I refuse to do a cover version of Unholy with fucking banjo instrumentals."

"I hate you."

"I’ll believe it when I see it, tough guy." He said and changed the song choice to Country Roads.

I am once again going to ignore that dickhead.

Anyway, mosing on into town I noticed a weapon shop, with the windows broken in, and the door forced off the hinges. Newspapers flying everywhere, and two people in the alley possibly negotiating a drug deal.

Ah sweet, free stuff!

"You can’t be serious."

"Yes, I am, now go back to singing your folk tunes."

"Someone with a squishy and fleshy mortal body like you is going to get mutilated in there!"

"If you’re so worried about that, why don’t you come down here and stop me yourself?"

"I hate you."

"No you don’t~"

"You know what, fine, go ahead, have fun."

I walked into the store, goosebumps crawling all over my skin as I felt the temperature of the room. I scurried along the isles, the further I walk the darker my surroundings get. Luckily I brought one of my hunting flashlights with me. What it does do is light the path in front of me, what it doesn’t do is light up anything else around me. I managed to make it to the front counter and climb over. I pointed my flashlight on the glass, seeing boxes of ammo my hopes skyrocket so high I almost squealed. But I immediately came back down when I saw they were .73 bullets, and my gun uses .77….

“THIS! IS! BULLSHIT!” I say and throw the box into the other side of the darkness, unable to control my temper.

As I listened to the sound of breathing I heard a groan. I heard footsteps. I saw an eyeless being with no jaw and teeth, staggering toward me. I can’t breathe, I can’t think, all I can think to do is throw everything I have at this former shell of a man, but my body won’t move. The being shuffled it’s way closer, letting me see it’s bitten into the torso, my eyes trailing the organ it’s carelessly dragging around from its stomach.

Maybe I shouldn’t have come in here after all.

When my body finally let me move I pulled the flower out of my pocket, pulled a flower petal off, put it on my tongue, and swallowed.

I heard the sound of screeching agony, I heard squelching noises. I heard the sound of footsteps scurrying along the other way. I felt myself being lifted by the shoulders, “Don’t say I never do anything for you.” I couldn’t do anything else but nod and lean on the body before me. The being just chuckled and said, “Hey, we’re not in a rush to go are we?” the being patted my head as I felt tears roll down my cheeks. He seemed annoyed when he noticed, but I think that’s because he had to sit me back down, otherwise I don’t think he’d allow me to cry on his godly robes.

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[nedlittle]

ready or not (2019) is a documentary

#ready or not #IF YOU THINK I'M EXAGGERATING PLEASE KNOW THAT I'M NOT #IT'S ALL TERRIFYINGLY REAL #there were like 13 of us & fr hide and seek if you were found you got to team up and help find everyone else #i don't believe flashlights were allowed but maybe they were #one person hid in the shower and when we approached slammed against the glass so all we saw was this dark outline #i hid under a pile of pillows one time and it worked really well until one of the seekers found my by falling on me #anyway movey good!!! #samara weaving was SO GREAT she's a star #i spent the entire runtime trying to place her before realizing she was irma in the picnic at hanging rock miniseries #recognizing an actress bc she was a lesbian in a period drama is......On Brand for me #however i wish that they really used the Spooky House to its full extent and i wish the 1812 overture scene was better #it was good but they could've done better sound design

[itsonlydana]

02 "The Basement"

˗ˏˋ👻´ˎ˗ "A Nightmare at Manburg-High" ⊱ dream smp x gn!reader a short halloween highschool au presented to you by itsonlydana 🕸

▹ staring: the bench trio boys aka Tubbo & Tommy & Ranboo ▹ summary: breaking into the school was one thing, but trying to talk to ghosts in the forbidden basement is a fruit the bench trio boys will never not take a bite of ▹ warnings: ghosts & cursing, spooky times, some panic (!) ▹ note: day two and we are already talking to spirits.. who knows what could happen.. Do you believe in ghosts? And if you do: have you ever had some experiences with them that you would wanna share?

"During the day, I don’t believe in ghosts. At night, I’m a little more open-minded."

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"Are you sure we want to do this? We can still go back."

Uncertainly, you squinted over your shoulder down the hallway, prepared to see a janitor with steaming heels sprinting through the darkness toward you at any moment and haul your asses not only out of the school, but straight into the police station for breaking and entering, vandalism, maybe even trespassing or-

"Why back? Are you a pussy?" Tommy shoved his hands into his pants pockets. He was so calm you'd think he was breaking into school every other day to make contact with ghosts in the forbidden basement.

Well, it was Tommy- who knows what he does in his free time... but you?

You hunched your shoulders, still on the edge and awaiting the worst. "I'm not a pussy! I just don't feel like getting in trouble. We broke into the school, after all, in case you didn't quite catch it," you reminded him with a meaningful look.

"Eh," Tommy waved it off "It's not our fault that Tubbo accidentally forgot to lock the door in the garden house."

The brunette, who had been standing next to Ranboo previously, jumped around at the mention of his name and gave you a playfully sad look. "I'm sorry Mr. Director, I completely forgot to lock up after my gardener duty".

Tommy put an arm around Tubbo's shoulders looking in sympathetically, "Right, and then when Tubbo had written to us in the middle of the night he felt so guilty and couldn't sleep at all that we rushed to school so he wouldn't have to go alone. But then-" Suddenly Tommy stepped backward, bumping the toe of his sneaker against one of the black lockers, and a loud metallic bang echoed through the school's empty hallways, making you immediately wince and hiss a warning "Tommy!"

"Then we heard a noise and that's when we had to go see what was going on. That's why we were at school at night," Tommy finished his carefully crafted lie at the same moment that a soft click followed by a cheer came from Ranboo.

As you turned to face him, the boy just grinned at you and opened the creaky door he had been standing in front of for the last five minutes, theatrically slow, the now bent hair clip in his other hand.

You raised an eyebrow, looking challengingly at Tommy, "And how are you going to explain that?"

"I don't know," he began, reaching for the flashlight hanging from his belt. The cone from the bright white light fell into the black entrance of the basement, illuminating the unstable-looking staircase that descended steeply and disappeared into nothingness.

While your stomach turned at the sight, and you nervously clutched the straps of your backpack, the three boys looked almost enthusiastic about the adventure. One last time, Tommy turned to you. "If we're murdered by ghosts, we won't need to defend ourselves to the principal." he stated emotionlessly before disappearing through the door, closely followed by Tubbo and Ranboo.

With trembling knees and a shaky grip that couldn't have been tighter, you held up your flashlight to the very clear sign on the door:

“No Students Allowed”

Well, fuck it

Aside from the architectural style, the school didn't really show its age from the outside, but as the four of you stood down in the tiny basement room, spotlighting the rough walls and vault with flickering flashlights, you felt the hundreds of years in every breath. And it wasn't just because you felt like you were breathing in nothing but dust.

No, it was because of the atmosphere, the lack of any technology, and except for the few boxes directly under the stairs, there was no sign of anyone having been here in the last hundred years.

You shone your flashlight once across the room, over the stacked crates, across the stone floor and the gray walls where plaster crumbled and collected at the bottom of the baseboard.

"And here's my father complaining about the dust in my room" Tommy ran a hand over one of the wooden boxes, waving up a cloud of dust and stretching his now gray hands in your direction.

Ranboo screwed up his face. "Wow. That's really dust, I thought they'd put a gray old blanket there. But no, dust. Who would have thought."

"Will told me the spirits of all the deceased principals are banished to this room for all eternity," Tommy said and you felt a shiver creep down your spine, you tensed your shoulders in alarm.

Why weren't you surprised that Will was putting such ideas into his younger brother's head?

"And why do you have to tell us?"

Tommy grinned at Tubbo and sat down on the now dust-free crate. "So you babies can pee your pants."

Something in the cocky way Tommy held himself and looked at you roused the courage in you to lean against the wall next to him, chin tucked up so that you wouldn't show them that you were scared.

At least your worries about getting caught disappeared as soon as Ranboo animated you to turn around so he could get a walkie-talkie-like device from the backpack on your back. However, before you could ask what exactly he had you carrying and why he had both that and hair clips to break in and enough flashlights for the four of you, he began intently twisting knobs and switches until the small display lit up.

You wondered what would be worse: getting caught or being haunted by malevolent spirits?

Silently, arms folded in front of your chest, you let Ranboo, who was creepily good with ghosts, take the role of leader. He cleared his throat, lips drawn into a mischievous smile as his voice echoed loudly in the basement, making each of you -including Mr. cool guy Tommy- flinch.

"Good evening dear ghosts and demons! We apologize for disturbing you so late and invading your home, we promise we mean no harm. Let's chat a bit, you must have some things on your old souls that you want to get rid of.... You can tell us anything."

While Tommy scratched a nerve in you that wanted to prove itself to the blonde, Ranboo managed to put you at ease with his slightly comical way of speaking, he knew his stuff, he knew what to do.

"So dear spirits, are you present and ready to gossip?" he asked loudly, raising the device theatrically in the air. "This is a spirit box, perhaps you know it. If not, I'll be happy to explain what's about to happen. This thing creates white noise by constantly cycling through various radio frequencies, if you wanna chat with us, you can influence those noises. Just a quick heads up, its kinda loud".

Despite the warning, you were not prepared for the noise that came out of the box and made the hair on your body stand up. It was a horrible sound, a hideous roaring and clicking that you had never heard before in your life and you would have preferred it to stay that way.

Tubbo and Tommy also screwed up their faces in shock, obviously, none of them had been ready except Ranboo, who hadn't even twitched the corner of his mouth.

"Will's singing when he's sick isn't nearly as bad as that," Tommy shouted over the static, but Ranboo ignored him.

"Are there spirits present?" he asked, and for a while, the four of you just stared at the headache-inducing thing in his hands, which apparently wasn't doing what it was supposed to, because Ranboo turned another switch and the clicking got faster.

And when you thought nothing more would happen, it suddenly cracked, followed by a choppy "Hello" from a voice that definitely didn't belong to you.

Eyes wide open, you stared at the box, frozen in every movement you could do nothing else. Every muscle was tense, even your toes curled in your shoes.

"Yes! Hello!" delighted Ranboo bent over the box again "Can you tell us who you are?"

"I'm not sure I want to know," you heard Tubbo whisper. Slowly you turned your head to him, moving closer to the brunette until your elbows touched. "I've made up my mind, I definitely don't want to know," Tubbo added after another crack and an unintelligible word.

"We may not see eye to eye about breaking into the school, but I agree with you completely," you whispered back in a shaky voice, clawing your hands tighter into your jacket. "Is it me, or did it just get colder in here?"

"You really are babies," you heard Tommy say, still sitting on the crate and convincing any stranger that he was alright but you recognized the wariness and spark of fear in his nervously shifting gaze.

Before you could react, maybe even agree with him, the radio crackled again and this time it wasn't unintelligible words, but a very clear one:

"Scared?", Ranboo repeated the word that had made your blood run cold. That every fiber in your body prepared to run at any time, knocking any ghost, janitor or otherwise, out of your way.

"Well, not me," Tommy feigned, his face suddenly turning chalky white and if you hadn't been about to keel over, you would have made a joke about how you could barely tell him from the wall.

"I am," Tubbo breathed.

Only Ranboo still looked highly focused and showed not a bit of weakness.

"Why are you here? Are you here by choice, or can't you get away from here?"

"Ranboo, shut up" Tommy cursed and jumped up from the box, crossed the room with few steps and tried to take the device from Ranboo's hand "Let's go"

"Please don't go"

You could swear you blacked out for a few seconds because when you opened your eyes again, when did you close them in the first place, Tommy had ripped the spirit box out of Ranboo's hands, who now, finally seemed to be slightly nervous and pushed his sunglasses with shaking hands back on his nose.

"Watch me bitch," Tommy yelled, fumbling with the buttons of the box. "I am leaving and you can't stop me!"

Tommy's panic had already spread to you, but when Ranboos joined in as well, and the two of them frantically tried to turn off the unresponsive spirit box, you were on high alert, shifting restlessly from one foot to the other.

"Just go!" you cried desperately, and at last your urging seemed to reach the two.

With the static and crackling of the box continuing in your ears, you sprinted up the creaking and wobbling stairs without giving it a second thought, through the dark hallways of your school, where spider webs, painted monsters, and grimacing pumpkins laughed at you from all sides, followed by the reverberations of your own footsteps. Without stopping, you stumbled into the garden house, past the raised beds, and out into the night, where you could breathe properly for the first time.

Cold night air filled your lungs as you ran across the wet meadow, Tubbo, Tommy and Ranboo beside you. The latter had somehow managed to turn the spirit box quietly and was clutching the device in his hands. Your backpack hit your back, with every step you feared falling, but the adrenaline in your veins propelled you down and away from the school grounds

"Fuck" Tubbo cursed out loud "Now I really forgot to lock up".

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[mio-parasite]

Lovely - M!Robot (Zach) X GN!Human Render

Warning: mention of physical and emotional abuse.

I'm sorry for the bad spelling and bad English

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The great technological breakthrough had brought great things to make people's lives simpler, including a robot known as l1f3 that would allow you to be a beloved of the house flawless. Trouble finding a good babysitter? No problem, l1f3 can take care of your children without worry. Is your husband or wife cheating on you with the housekeeper? Say no more, l1f3 is the perfect machine for making household things. Don't worry about your partner, l1f3 just obeying a single word that you, our great buyer, will have the privilege to program before turning it on. Take it now!! It will change your life forever.

More than 10 years have passed since the day this announcement was published; L1f3 was already in its latest version. It was the most sought-after robot since it went on the market, its main characteristics had evolved to make it a total slave of the human being. On the other hand, you didn't have an l1f3 in your possession, not precisely because you didn't have enough money to buy one, but because you preferred to do things at home the traditional way, with your own hands. Many of your co-workers knew about this and on more than one occasion they came to offer you their l1f3 at a very low price, since several of them were going to buy the new version that would come out.

Come on friends is the best offer nor will black Friday give you an offer as it is. - said his co-worker.

Tom I already told you I like to do things on my own, when I'm an old man of 89 years I'll think about getting one - you answered although deep down it was just a lie - maybe you'll only get some old people's home - well, until tomorrow Tom.

Until tomorrow. - I answer his companion almost reluctantly.

You left your work building to go to the corner parking lot. It was kind of sad that your work building didn't have a parking lot of its own but you couldn't ask much of a building that's more than 70 years old.

When you got to the parking lot you passed by the guard who as always was sleeping, you took a slight sigh to go under the fence and finally get to your car but something caught your attention a young man who was lying on the driver's door of your car.

Hey, are you okay? - you approached quickly, he seemed to be sleeping maybe he jumped glasses and was going to get into his car that was next to yours but his body can't stand the amount of alcohol was a good theory not the first time you run into a drunk in the parking lot - friend wake up I must go home.

When you put your hand on his shoulder, a strange sensation of something wet made you jump out of fright. When you turned on the light you realized that that liquid in your hand was blue but the sensation was not like paint much less it had smell it was strange that thing that was blue in your hand didn't seem you had seen it before.

You pointed your flashlight at the young man who was sitting with his back against the door of your car. Poor robot maybe they assaulted him or he was also one of those extremist groups that are finding that robots are living with humans. Well whatever the case you could not leave it thrown there is also so far do not think that there is a mechanic available also its owner may be looking for it would be good to look for the owner, but one of your friends explained that if you enter the official site of the company l1f3 and put the first four digits of the barcode that is in the back of the neck of the robot you can find its owner with his contact number in case you lost the robot.

That was quite timely but that time with your friend they put Numbers up out of sheer boredom finding the large number of people who owned one in their home even if it was low resources is surprising that much of society is dependent on these robots but there is no more time to digress you have to act the robot is in a bad situation. You approached her slowly to move her neck very carefully but when you gave her a little push to separate her head from the door your wrist was grabbed very tightly.

What do you think you're doing!? - said the robot with anger in his eyes.

"I just want to help," you answer somewhat scared. "it was all so sudden."

Lie - exclaimed the robot- you just want to disarm me and sell my parts as scrap.

It's not true - you answered somewhat altered it seemed that his grip was stronger, it was hurting you. - my pity, let me go. please

The robot gave you a last look at Stan before releasing you definitely, you weighed your wrist and then turned your gaze to the robot that was still sitting seemed so upset but also hurt not only in appearance but also emotionally.

You can really believe me or not but I won't hurt you, I just want to help you - you told the robot as you raised your hands in a signal that you had nothing planned to attack it.

Why? - answered the robot.

What? - you looked at him confused.

Because you want to help me, not since I am just an old-fashioned tin because not selling my parts or sending me to the nearest dump is not easier that I say - I bitterly laugh - there are thousands as I am easy to replace get a new one.

Hey don't say that - the robot looks at you mockingly - I know it sounds stupid but I don't think it's replaceable - sure your owner misses you.

So my owner - he laughed again with bitterness - he was the one who did this to me you know - he said pointing to his wound on his face - he already has two other new models I was only adorning for the bizarre wishes of his eldest daughter where I was his feet, a parparry table and... And... - the robot made a big pause while he clenched his fist - then I got tired of that deal and wanted to run away but my owner wouldn't let me shoot myself so I wouldn't run away but didn't let me not this time so despite that I just ran, ran and ran without looking back until I couldn't stand it anymore I came to hide here after you appeared.

Oh wow - you were really surprised poor robot deserves to be free - thank you for sharing this with me.

Yes - a little laugh of tiredness came out of the lips of that robot - honestly it was rare for me to think that only the information came out. - the robot replied.

Let me take you to my house tomorrow we'll go with a mechanic and you'll go do whatever you want outside - you tell the robot you think it really deserves something better.

Wait what!? - the robot was really surprised by your proposal - because you would do that for me we hardly know each other.

"That's true," you replied, "but it's not good to leave you here either."

I smiled at him, the robot didn't have many options to go with you even if it's quite a lie what you say doesn't matter anymore after all the robot already knows that its fate will be destruction so shit matters.

"Okay, I'll go with you," says the robot as he gets out of the ground.

You couldn't help but give that machine a slight smile.

By the way, what's your name? - you ask him while driving your vehicle.

There was no immediate response just when you left the parking lot to reach a traffic light.

"I have no name," he says as he looks out the window, "it's not something we're made to carry names.

But what do you say!? - surprised - well if you're thinking of leaving your life behind it would be good to give yourself a name.

The robot takes his eyes out of the window to stare with confused faces.

You deserve a name - not just calling yourself for who you are - you are entitled to a name - you answer.

Right you say - the robot seems to look away again at the sale - you're ridiculous you knew.

What about William or jack? , alex is also a good name, there's also brendon, Cody, tayler, josh - you say random name hoping your companion will say something.

Are you serious? - I ask the robot in confusion.

Oh you prefer more foreign names you could be Francisco, akira, Bruno - you keep suggesting names the rest of the way.

Enough is enough... Zacharie - I answer zacharie while you smile.

Zacharie if it suits you I could also tell you zach for short - you answer him with joy.

At last they reach their destination their beautiful home, look at zach a little worried about his condition.

Zach I hope to help you and that you can be free, maybe can not promise me that everything will go well 100% but I will. - zach will just seem more confused but deep down his metallic self wants to have some confidence in you.

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[4gramsofpotassium]

Ghost Club

i've been in a writing mood (which totally isn't because i have an essay due this friday and i don't want to work on it hahahah), so i might as well document a group that i've been thinking about for a while now.

i call them the ghost club: a group of teens in high school with a heavy interest in the paranormal. they search the town for any ghosts that might be lurking about, but instead of hunting for ghosts, they try to send them to the afterlife by fulfilling their wishes.

Setting: Edgewater, New Jersey

Santo Park High School

-one of those shitty schools you see on ugly, unsettling, but oddly enjoyable cartoons. the place(which has the air conditioning on at a criminally high level, even during the winter) is falling apart, with mold growing on the walls, bugs crawling about, and cracks in the wall that have been there since the 90s. not a pleasant place to be in by any means.

the club room, room 607

-a classroom that's no longer in use. the negotiator sensed a very strong energy from it and convinced the medium to use it. the desks are arranged to look like a long table, and have a dark long table cloth covering the tops of them. those fake candles that you manually turn on line the center of the table (the medium wanted real ones, but the school said they were pushing it enough by using the old classroom). the club always keeps the lights off; they've even gone the extra mile of buying curtains for the windows. the air conditioning doesn't work in here, which is a nice change of pace but things get really hot once spring rolls around.

Characters(they don't have names yet):

1. the medium

-club leader

-sports a book of the dead, filled with information on different types of spirits and summoning rituals

-has been able to see ghosts since they were little.

-actually started the ghost club as a club only for ghosts; no humans were allowed besides themselves. however, the school threatened to shut down the club if there weren't at least two other members, so they [begrudgingly] asked around

-very eccentric person. people stay away from them because of how excited they get over the dead

2. the negotiator

-vice president

-sports a flashlight and mini vacuum (just in case!)

-can also see ghosts, but their connection to them isn't as strong as the medium's. can't communicate without the theorist's help

-joined the ghost club because they thought they would be less of coward once joining. is also a cheerleader, but has been hiding from the squad ever since they started doing pyramids (the negotiator is really light, and has a fear of heights)

-very friendly person. the negotiator is really popular with other students (and the dead!)

3. the theorist

-secretary

-sports a spirit box and a book bag full of paranormal equipment.

-cannot see ghosts, but is just as eccentric as the the medium when it comes to their existence. the theorist believes there's always something more out there, and they set out to reach first base: ghosts

-joined the club cause they were excited to find fellow conspiracy theorists. although the medium and the negotiator aren't anything like what they expected, they still feel at home.

-very observant person. knows how to pull those spirits out and get them talking. people think they're cool, but none of them know what the theorist is really like.

???

-watching.

The premise:

in all honesty, i don't plan for ghost club to have an overarching story? i imagine it to be a slice of life thing instead something serious. however, if i ever make it a thing, there's this one consistent character i have in mind. that's the closest thing to serious that it gets.

maybe if i'm less busy, i'll start writing more thoroughly. i think it's a cute idea, and i'm having fun just thinking about it :)

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I loved writing this idea, so I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it! Thanks for requesting @jawline-of-steel !💛💛

You Wanted To Talk To Me?

Edgar Frog x reader

Warnings: mentions of injury

A/N: this is heavily referenced to my other series, Only Traitors Consort With The Damned, which you can find on the masterlist.

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"Man, just talk to her." Alan rolls his eyes as they stumble through the training course together, wet mud slicking their trousers and shirt fronts, hair and clothes soaked through from the pelting rain, bodies trembling from how hard they've been working.

"Talk to who?" Edgar responds, playing dumb as they throw themselves at a climbing wall, chests smashing painfully into the solid surface.

Neither if them speak for a minute as they haul themselves upwards, cresting the wall with some difficulty as their leaden arms struggle to hold their weight, their muscles screaming in protest, though they both manage it. From the top, the rest of the course is visible, a few other cadets just ahead of them, each of the pairs released from the starting point in "waves" so that they can be timed. Both of the boys sigh out audibly as they take in the view, not taking too much time as they swiftly climb to their feet and leap from the top, reaching for the heavy ropes hanging from a structure across from them, the rough material grazing their hands painfully as they slip down it a little. Ignoring the discomfort, they swing their legs in time with the momentum of the rope and kick off it, landing on a far platform, rolling as they land, ending up face first in yet more dirt, signifying the beginning of a net crawl.

"You know who I mean, Edgar. (Y/n)! You should talk to her." Alan manages to explain, voice strained from the exertion required to pull his body through thick mud.

"Why should I talk to her?" Edgar grits out, hands scrabbling frantically in the filth as he struggles to pull himself through this particular obstacle, glad to see the end if it not far out of sight.

"Because it's very obvious that you like her."

"I don't like her." The response is almost automatic, a reflex designed to protect his real feelings about their fellow trainee.

In truth, Edgar had had a crush on the girl for a good few months, having been interested in her as soon as he first laid eyes on her, nearly six months ago, when he and his brother signed up for the SRS. Neither of them had ever really thought about taking their vampire hunting that seriously, but this all changed when the dark-clad Soldiers converged on Santa Carla, their hometown, a couple of years ago, hunting down one of their own, who was seen as a traitor. The hooded men had come into the comic shop searching for some help, only to be confused by the Frog's zealous attitude and rough introduction to the supernatural side of the town, swiftly recognising potential in them. When their Hunt was over, the result of which they never found out, the men returned to the shop, offering to enlist them in the training program as soon as they turned the correct age, stating that the minimum age for joining the SRS is sixteen. Now at that age, the Frog brothers were quick to travel to New Orleans, where they found the headquarters and signed up, completing the theory section with flying colours before they moved onto the physically demanding practical side: hunting.

When they first started this stage, the two of them were easily overshadowed by some of the others in the group, despite already having four kills under their belts (so to speak), their smaller stature allowing some of the larger, physically stronger cadets to overtake them in the rankings, though it was much to their surprise when they found out one of the best was a girl named (Y/n). With a pretty much unknown backstory, the sixteen year old girl had shown up many of the other cadets, holding her own in many of the harder exercises, showing off her aptitude for shooting and fighting, flooring some of the most muscular rookies training with them with ease. It was no wonder Edgar developed a crush on her.

"Frog! I do hope you intend on moving soon, or you'll be stuck on clearing duty for a week!" A senior officer snaps at him from somewhere to his left, drawing him from his brief lapse into his head.

"Yes, ma'am!" He shouts back, knowing how they hate to be ignored.

"Get a move on!"

Gritting his teeth, Edgar follows his brother out onto the next stage - a variety of elevated logs providing bridges across a swampy areas of ground. In the pouring rain the logs have already become waterlogged, making them slippery and dangerous.

Approaching one, he leaps up and grabs the end of it, quickly heaving himself onto the narrow stretch of wood, catching his balance before he steadily steps along it, going with the incline as much as possible, biting his lip as his feet slip a little on the wood. Nearing the end of the log, he locates the closest one to it and jumps to it, landing shakily on the lifted end, repeating the process until he has safely crossed it, catching up to his brother as they run the last few kilometres across the marshy land, breathing heavily in the pouring rain. The finish line comes into view, the posts signifying its presence only just visible through the rain, the flags topping them slapping wetly against the poles they are attached to, concealing the familiar insignia of the SRS from view.

With one last push, Edgar and Alan throw themselves over the finish line, trying not to collapse in exhaustion as they quickly stretch out their stiffening muscles, neither of them saying a word until they've caught their breath back, going to stand with the other cadets who have already finished it.

"One hour, fourteen minutes and forty-three seconds. Not bad, Frogs, not bad." The drillmaster informs them as they get close, the two of them brightening up slightly at the sound of that; it's a new personal best.

"Nice one, you two." A familiar voice congratulates them, the two of them turning to find (Y/n) standing there, a genuine smile on her features, mud striping her cheeks like war paint, most likely the result of her team mate getting a little over-zealous on one of the obstacles.

"Thanks." Alan smiles back, looking to Edgar as he struggles to reply.

"Err, yeah, thanks, you did really well, too." He finally manages, blushing as he looks away, suddenly feeling very hot.

"Thank you." She acknowledges, making eye contact briefly before turning away, going back to her team mate.

"You're smitten." Alan rolls his eyes, looking over at his brother in exasperation.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Stop trying to hide it, Edgar, I'm your brother, I see all these things."

*

The drillmaster's words ring clearly in Edgar's head as he steps through the darkened corridors, making his way in and around broken furniture and piles of ceiling debris, his helmet limiting his vision greatly.

"Don't get caught off guard, or they'll have your ass for breakfast."

Of course, you'd hope that he was being metaphorical, but the cadets are all aware of one fact: he isn't. Not when they've all been tasked with clearing an abandoned hospital of the supernatural beings squatting there, particularly the wraithes and their carnivorous tendencies, most of which are to blame for the hospital's fall in the first place.

A piece of glass shattering behind him snaps him from his thoughts, the sound instilling a sense of fear into him as he slowly turns, freezing in place when he sees a shape in the hallway behind him. From where he is, he can't tell what it is, but he knows it won't hesitate to kill him, so he lifts the gun in his hands to shoulder level, cocking it gingerly, body shaking in fear. Aiming steadily, he let's the flashlight roam across the shape, only to let out a breath when he sees what, or rather who, it is.

"(Y/n)?!" He hisses out to her, surprised that she is in this part of the building.

"Edgar? Is that you?" Her voice floats back over to him, the cadet holding up a hand to shield her eyes from the bright light.

"Yeah, it's me. You found anything yet?" He responds, secretly pleased that she actually remembers his name.

"No. Have you?" She clarifies, coming over to him, her gun held comfortably over her abdomen as she stays prepared, ready to shoot anything dangerous.

"Not yet."

"That's good." She looks him in the eye, "I kinda wanted to talk to you, though this probably isn't the best time."

Edgar gazes at her, surprised at what she is saying, an eyebrow lifting under the visor of his protective helmet.

"You wanted to talk to me?" He asks, incredulous.

"Yeah, I do." She nods, looking away again, her fingers tapping nervously on the stock of the gun.

"What about?"

She is silent for a minute, before she takes a deep breath and responds, relaxing her shoulders as she tries to stay calm.

"I just wanted to tell you about how I feel about you. Edgar, I know this is weird because we don't really know each other, and you probably don't feel the same way, but I, well, I like you. A lot."

There is an awkward moment of quiet between us as he tries to figure out how to respond correctly.

"You...you like me?" He finally manages to ask, not quite believing what he heard before.

"Yeah, I do. I understand if you don't feel the same way, but I just thought you should know." (Y/n) explains, going to move past him, before he stops her with a hand on her arm.

"(Y/n), I've had a crush on you for the longest time, I just didn't know how to tell you." He informs her, waiting for a reaction.

"...really?"

"Yeah. Just ask my brother, he figured it out pretty quickly."

She smiles beneath her visor, clearly much happier now that the initial worry is over.

"I'm glad. Maybe when we get some free time, we could go on a date?" She suggests, adjusting her grip on the weapon.

Edgar smiles back at her.

"I'd like that."

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[morgansunflower]

Brother Let Me Be Your Shelter

Batman X Wife-Reader

Jim Gordon X sister-reader!

Jim Gordon, gravely injured must be looked after by his very loved and protective little sister. Also Reader is Bruce's wife. Dick, Barbara, Jason, Tim, Cassandra, Stephanie, and Damian are all kid's as well as their blood children.

James's P. O. V

I open my eye's the lights above me flickering. As it flashes on I see concrete walls. I feel cold concrete on my face and hands. I continued to try to take in my surroundings. I'm laying on the ground. I see dead men, my men. I see my gun I grasp it using it against the ground to help me roll onto my back. I hiss in pain my right shoulder feels loose. It's broken. Fuck. I move onto my back. I groan. I shut my eye's. Stay awake! I force myself upward. I take a needed deep breath. Not Good, where the hell am I? Right the, asylum. Y/N, is going to kick my ass for this. What if I die? No I can't. I have to much to do. I want to see my niece's and nephew's grow up. I can't leave my sister. Why does my head feel like I was knocked out? I touch my head feeling pain in my head throbbing. As if I didn't need another thing to add to this shit day. I move my knee upward. OK, don't fuck myself up more. I stand up my knees began to buckle. I lean my arm on the wall. The lights go out. I can't see anything. I feel my pockets finding my flashlight. I hear something. I put the flashlight in my mouth. I aim my gun to the direction of the sound. I blink my eye's. With all the blood I've lost I'm not sure I'll make it.

"show, yourself" I lose my breath I lean my back against the wall "GCPD!"

I feel my consciousness leave me. No! No! I force my eye's open. I believe this is the last time I am on duty. If it's my time to leave. I'd tell Y/N. I'd tell her. 'stay strong, don't grieve. I don't want you to go through that pain again. Hold onto the thing's on life that make you whole. Your kid's, Alfred, Bruce and remember the good memories of us' I feel my eye's blink and I really am scared it'll be the last time I open them again. I love you little sister. I shut my eye's seeing, Y/N's crying eye's. She'll be OK. She'll be just fine without me. I feel someone take my gun. I can't physically defend myself. I feel a grip on my shoulders

"Jim! Jim! It's me, it's me. You're safe. Open your eyes!"

Batman aka my brother-in-law.

My head throbbed from his loud voice "keep it down well ya"

He put my unbroken left arm over his neck. We slowly stepped out. I hear sirens. I open my eye's. Y/N, within inches of me. My beautiful little sister. She had a glare on her face and her tears fell. My heart sinks to my gut. She's hurting because of my actions. We both understood the risk in the line of work we're in. Though it didn't make this stab hurt any less. I see the ambulance. Paramedics came, taking me to a stretcher. I laid down. I blink my eye's. I see, Y/N along with the paramedics.

"you, are not going to die. You hear me?" she demanded rather than assured "you're gonna fight this!" her voice brittle

I shut my eye's, tell her before it's too late! "Y-Y/N, I lo--"

Y/N's P. O. V

I sat in the ambulance my body shaking. Watching them use defibrillator. Please don't leave me Jim!

"his hearts beating"

He's alive! I took a deep breath. We made it to the hospital. They rushed him to the emergency room. I follow a nurse stopped me.

"ma'am you can't go any farther"

I took a deep breath forcing tears back. A nurse handed me clipboard. I sat on the chair with other's by me. I tried writing down information but my damn hands kept shaking. What if he dies? I felt Bruce's left hand grasp my left hand. I look at our wedding rings. He was kneeling with a, soft smile on his face.

"allow me" he offered

He grabbed the clipboard sitting next to me. Our hands still grasped. I started having flashbacks. It was just the two of us mom died years ago dad was killed in a car accident. I was only 16, James 18. He put a roof over our heads. He raised me. I still remember his reaction to me joining GCPD 'not on my life, Y/N! Dammit Y/N this isn't something you just decide! You are more reckless than I am. I'm your older brother and it's my job to protect you from harm!'. Luckily James was not Commissioner yet but when he did he reluctantly let me keep my job. I feel tears falling from my face Bruce kissed my cheek. After my brother gained conscious and was discharged I made him stay at the Manor. That morning I got out of bed I got dressed for work. Over my dead body would any other thing happen. I walked down stairs from my bedroom. I wore my police uniform. I went to the kitchen seeing my brother drinking coffee with a sling on his arm.

"Where are you going?" he asked with a groan

"aren't you a detective? I'm taking your shift remember"

"I thought John was taking my shift?" he questioned annoyed

"he's taking mine now relax I've got this covered"

"I'm not relaxing. I only don't want you messing up my job"

The kid's walked in. Damian, rubbing his eye's carrying his blanket. I picked him up kissing his cheek

"well maybe if you weren't so damn reckless. We wouldn't be having this conversation now would we" he scoffed "I have to go"

I gave Damian to Alfred he started whining reaching for me.

"momma we'll be home soon listen to your uncle and Alfred. Don't do any pranks, kid's!" I said running out the door.

James's P. O. V

OK maybe I shouldn't have been so hard on my sister but I don't like her taking my shift there's a reason I don't like putting so much on her. She is great at her job that's what worries me. I sat on the couch. Damian, walked in he stared at me

"what are you looking at" I joked to my nephew

"tt" he responded

He crawled on the couch. Barbara, walked in with the same smile as Y/N.

"hey uncle"

She sat next to me I ruffled her hair she laughed

"hey it took me a while to look this good"

"you sound just like your mom"

The rest of the kid's walked in sitting on the couch and chair's. Dick, put on a movie. I'm so grateful I didn't die. I'm still here.

Y/N's P. O. V

I lay in my bed storming outside. It stormed the night of dad's funeral. Bruce, in the Bat-cave. I sat up. I wore my pajama pants and Bruce's t-shirt. I put on my robe. I walk through the halls. I step by the room where my brother is staying. I see the lights on. What is he doing awake? What if he needs something? I gently knock on his door.

"Jim, I see the lights on. Are you ok?"

The door opened I see my brother wearing his casual t-shirt and pants with a robe. Still wearing his sling. I glance to the nightstand seeing his, gun and a picture of Jim and I when we we're kid's.

"can't sleep either?" he asked softly "always hated storm's"

"that's something we can relate to"

I want to break down and hug my brother. Just like when I was a scared, grief-stricken 16 year old orphan. Then Jim reads me. He puts his hand on my shoulder and pushes him to me. I put my arm across his sides. He wraps his arm across my shoulder. He kisses the top of my head. My tears falling like the rain. The one's that fell down were then replaced with more. The following night. After my night shift. I pulled in I heard the Batmobile in the distant.

-beat Batman home wow I'm ashamed darling

I texted my husband

-keep talking and I will make you regret it

-try me😏

-I'll see you in our room darling

I walked inside blushing like a idiot. I walked to my room I took my jacket off I unbuttoned my shirt. I took my pants off I felt Bruce's arms around me. I hummed he kissed my neck. We've been distant. I've been distant. Trying to take care of my job and my brother.

"I know I've been distant from you" I said guilt-fully

"you're worried about your brother and for good reason" he said wall turning in front of me

"I know I just--" he shushed me with a kiss

"shh don't speak I miss my wife"

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