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koreposion · 10 months

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Indigo always woke up in darkness, sleep seemed to be the same everywhere they went. They kicked up, a burst of dirt leaving the bed they laid in. It didn't take them long to claw themselves out of the dirt they had buried themselves in. Monsters always had their oddities, they simply slept in a dirt filled casket.

They got up, heading towards the bathroom to get themselves ready. Knocking on the mirror twice produced the head of their partner,

"Good morning, how are you feeling?" Scratch's hair spilled into the sink and down onto the floor. Their milky white eyes shining as they looked over Indigo.

"I'm fine, I just slept like the dead." A joke Indigo made time from time that made their partner scrunch up their nose, "I'm going to be working at the clinic for a while, so if I don't come back for some days..."

"I'll know where to find you. It's so lucky that you work there, so many reflective surfaces!" They laughed, their own joke as they gave Indigo a kiss on their forehead.

A small spurt of fire left their mouth as they were taken aback. If they weren't careful they could have caught fire to something, "Yes yes, please make a habit of checking the room before you come out. You'll scare the soul out of someone..."

Scratch took note of those words as their head popped into the mirror, their hair going with it.

It was finally to get a proper start to the day.

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It didn't take long for Indigo to be seated at the front desk. Armed with garden supplies and breakfast food from a cart that was nearby. They flipped through the scrapbook they kept so carefully in tact, seeing a new drawing added in their absence. It was adorable by all standards, even if it was Hawk covered in blood and tending to a child.

Warmth filled their furnace of a soul and they headed to the room filled with patients. They brought bags of fertilizer, new tools to use for digging, and some seeds. It was important for others to learn how to grow their own food in case time got tough. That was the case for those who managed to live after staying here. Indigo would never charge for their treatment unfairly, there was no reason for it.

As they entered the room they were greeted by the early birds of the bunch. Most of the children still fast asleep while one sat with a coloring book. Most of the adults who had mobility were already up and making breakfast. The food they had access to was limited, they would be properly fed soon. They gave Indigo space to bring their tools out to the back.

They had already made a plot of soil, using their own blood and fertile ground. What they were focused on was doing prep work for the small garden they were going to grow. Making sure to pick weeds and remove bugs as they saw fit. They stored the tools carefully in a locked box nearby the plots.

As they headed back inside, someone started a conversation, "Indigo, how are you this morning?" They ask while holding a cup of tea, they were one of the bedridden patients.

They pulled up a chair, having some time to chat before they were needed to be completely busy, "I'm fine, I just slept like the dead."

The person laughed at their terrible joke, laughter was good. They had been worse off when they had first gotten here. Indigo could remember how sickly and pale they looked,

"Well I'm happy you slept well, sleep as been better for me lately. I don't get random sharp pains anymore, the doctor's treatment does wonders." They spoke softly and kindly, but also it was easy to see that they were a chatty person. Not speaking for so long must have made them want a good conversation.

"Ah yes, he does his best...our success rate is very high and I'm proud of that. He really does put care into you all and it's easy to see. Even if he is...well... himself." Indigo spoke, chuckling to themselves. Hawk had a habit of being solely work focused to the point where he used few words. When in reality he always had an idea for everything.

"Oh, aren't we so lucky?" The patient laughed before coughing, "Excuse me, I guess my pipes aren't as wet as they used to be. I'll have more to say in due time though."

Indigo nodded, understanding their words before getting up. They took the chair back to the table in the room before heading to the fridge in the room.

Opening it they unlocked one of the rows, grabbing an electrolyte based drink. It was so hard to get the children to drink it because the taste was unfavorable. However it was important and they were all about to wake up soon. They poured a little bit of the drink into a few cups before adding apple juice to it. They then labeled the cups with the names of the patients.

This small task was done and they put away the drink. Heading out of the room to get started on breakfast. They headed into the kicthen and started cooking, taking inventory at the same time. Anything they needed to but they kept in mind and wrote it down in a small notebook. They also checked the files in the kitchen, recommended calorie intake for each point of the day.

Some couldn't eat as much in the morning as they did in the afternoon and so on. Hawk made sure that they were fed the right amount even if appetites shifted. It seemed harsh but it was important, plus Indigo was the one that handled snacks anyway. As they looked through the files they saw something... odd, it was a recipe card.

It was placed inside of one of the files of the bedridden and isolated. They looked at the recipe, not really the type to follow them in the first place. However, it must have been important if it was placed in the file and stayed there. Indigo made the dish for breakfast, it worked as it was a breakfast casserole.

Paired with some fruit and cereal for those who didn't take a liking to it. They headed back into the room with the patients, setting the many dishes and plates down. Then they slinked off to go feed the isolated. Bringing more or less food depending on their how well their recovery was going.

One particular client saw the casserole and their face brightened. They said nothing but ate happily, it soothed Indigo's heart.

After taking care of breakfast they went back to the front desk. Sweeping up and dusting the waiting room while they waited for people to check in. Some patients had visitors, each with different moods that Indigo kept in mind. After all, the gift of family only belonged to those who cared.

Hawk would likely agree with their sentiment, but remain indifferent. That wasn't a problem for them at all seeing as they could handle things themselves. The thought of Hawk reminded them that they should check in on him at some point. Sure he could not eat for days but that didn't mean he didn't need to be cared for.

A chime of a bell brought Indigo out of their thoughts. They set the broom aside and went to the computer behind the desk. Easily bringing it to life and looking at their newest client.

"Finally-" A gruff voice spoke, a cigar in their mouth as they looked down at Indigo, "Look, I need one of my guys to get some work done. I'm willing to pay you to keep it off the books and never mention it again."

Indigo had met people like this befores villains who use small medical clinics to hide their grunts. It was clear that this guy was trying to act all tough even though the sweat on his brow spoke of a another story. However, it's one thing to ask for silence and another to keep it off the books. Hawk wasn't a fan of disorderly conduct if it had no point. He kept ever single work he did on file just in case something like it happened again.

Indigo leaned back in their chair and folded their arms, "I could do that for you, but my Owner isn't fond of this type of unkindness to his work." They then watch as two people carry in a wounded man.

"I don't care what your boss is fond of shortstack, I just want some work done and to leave this dump." A stack of cash was then placed in front of Indigo, they flipped through it quickly. Taking in the amount they scrunched up their nose.

"One thousand isn't enough for off the books." They stated, sliding the money back to the villain, offended and unamused. The amount of work it would take to even suggest off the books was not worth a thousand. They could steal that pocket change themselves.

A pause as a silent moment hung in the air,

"So you wanna do this the hard way?" A puff of smoke left the villain's mouth and Indigo simply scratch their skull.

"The easy way is to just pay me and hope my Owner doesn't maim you." They said with a shrug, unaffected by the threat being made. It wasn't really a threat though, if they couldn't recognize Indigo then they were incompetent at best.

The barrel of a gun was pointed towards their forehead, a predictable motion, "I don't need to take orders from some broad behind a desk."

The energy in the room shifted as Indigo's temper started to get the best of them. They didn't have to kill these goons just send them away. They could just deal with them later now that they knew their faces...

One breath in, one breath out.

They bent the barrel of the gun with their hands and quickly disarmed the villain. They hopped onto the desk, standing above the "boss" of the gang that had filed into the waiting room.

Cracking their neck they stretched before getting straight to work. They cracked the neck of the boss and tossed his body at the small group in the waiting room. Felling the ones with wounds with ease before they rushed the ones still standing.

Gun shots bounced off their bone and they took to ripping out the hearts of the lowly beings. They made sure the kills were clean by crystalizing the blood with each strike. Bullets were unloaded into them but with no success, the iron couldn't even make a dent in the metal in their arms. Silence came quickly, they looked around at the bodies around them.

"Fuck!" Indigo screeched and kicked the dead body of the leader. They were in so much trouble...

Words from earlier in the day came back to them.

They knocked on a nearby mirror, the lights in the room flicked. A loud buzzing hum filled the room like a chorus of bees. The shattering of glass almost seemed louder than the guns that had filled the room.

The room went dark.

Yet even as the sound of glass breaking was heard, the lights turned on to reveal an empty lobby. The mirror Indigo had knocked on was broken and glass went into some of the furniture in the waiting room. They whispered a small "thank you" under their breath before cleaning up.

Still the fear of the lecture they would get later on still haunted them. They didn't have the heart to lie about what happened to Hawk. Seeing as they caused the whole problem in the first place....they got some money out of it so maybe they could replace some of the damage done. The bullet holes and shattered mirror were not a good look after all.

Today was a day, and it wasn't even lunch time yet.

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@wr-n (next time I'm writing about Hawk but I thought you might like this)

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high-functioning-lokipath · 2 years

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(all quotes include Y/N as well)

Loki: Talk dirty to me, baby~

Y/N: The dishes.

Loki: Wh-

Y/N: They’ve been there for 4 days and it’s your turn to wash them. You still haven’t cleaned them and I have asked you to do so several times.

Y/N: You’re charged with…..breaking into a pet store?

Loki: I thought the animals might be lonely.

Y/N, turning to Loki: Stop calling yourself hot, the only thing you can turn on is the microwave.

Y/N: I feel like I have died and gone to heaven.

Loki: I have that dream, too, but you go in the other direction.

Loki: I’ve never been in a snowball fight before. I don’t know the rules.

Y/N: What?

Loki: Is there a point system, or is it to the death?

Loki: Y/N, what are you doing?

Y/N: *shaking a cat shaped piggy bank* I’m just trying to figure out how much change I have inside.

Loki: You could always take it out and count it.

Y/N: Where’s the fun in that?

Loki: Now, if I may speak for good-looking people everywhere...

Y/N: Only as their rodeo clown.

Loki: Are you having another depressive episode?

Y/N: A depressive episode?

Y/N: I'm having a depressive series and we're just on season one.

Y/N: Wait a minute, how did this happen? We're smarter than this!

Loki: Apparently, we're not.

Loki: Caffeine no longer keeps me awake while I work, so instead I have Y/N periodically send me texts saying ‘we need to talk.’

Loki: It gives me the right amount of adrenaline and fear I need to keep going.

Y/N: I owe you one.

Loki: That’s ok. You can just date me and we’ll call it even.

Y/N: Can I have a private talk with you?

Loki: Okay, as long as it’s not about tampons because I just don’t understand them.

(HAHAHAH THIS ONE IS SO LOKI LOL)

Loki: *coughs blood*

Y/N: Don't die, Loki!

Loki: Don't tell me what to do!

Y/N: I’m not so sure you’re stakeout material.

Loki: I’m a chronic insomniac, I was born for this.

Y/N, admiring a sleeping Loki: You’re so cute.

Loki, sleepily: I could beat your ass.

Y/N, lovingly: I know.

Y/N: Loki is not a morning person. Or a night person. There’s really only about seven minutes a day you are fun to be around.

Loki: The best part is you never know when they’re coming.

Y/N: Loki! I thought you were dead!

Loki: No, just in deep cover.

Y/N: ...But it was an open casket.

Loki: It was very deep.

Y/N: We all have our demons.

Y/N, grabbing Loki: This one’s mine.

Loki: I wanna die.

Y/N: We all do, you aren't special!

Y/N: Good morning!

Loki: Is it? Is it really?

Loki: Are you ready to commit? Y/N: Like, a crime or a relationship?

Y/N: I couldn't do this without you, Loki. Loki: Sure you could. Not as stylishly, of course.

Y/N: How would you like your coffee? Loki: As dark and as bitter as my soul. Y/N, shouting to someone behind the counter: I need one vanilla latte with extra cream and sugar!

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calummss · 3 years

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Time | Gilbert Blythe

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summary: time can fix a lot of things if you let it

words: 1.5K

requested by: anon

It’s been six months since Gilbert Blythe left. Six months without the boy you love so dearly. Six months without your friend. Gilbert had made short notice plans only days after his father’s funeral. When John Blythe died it felt like a never ending fog swept across Avonlea. You remember Mr. Blythe from your childhood. He was a very kind man that took good care of you, so when the news of his passing had arrived at your parent’s house you felt a heavy pit in your stomach. You were saddened by his death and couldn’t imagine what Gilbert was going through and sent him a pie the same day, knowing he would have a hard time preparing food for himself. It has been months since you attended the funeral and you remember it like it was yesterday.

‘Y/N dear, make sure to wear your black straw hat.’ your mother called up to your room.

You grabbed your hat and gently placed it on your head not wanting to mess up your curls. You took one last look in your mirror and hurried downstairs to see your father, mother and younger brother waiting for you. You quickly grabbed your shoes and tied them up.

‘I sure hope Gilbert’s okay,’ you spoke into the room feeling uneasy about the next couple of hours.

‘You’ll be able to see for yourself once we arrive.’ your mother said, adjusting your hat. She placed her hands and your shoulder and smiled.

‘Come one now, the carriage is waiting.’ your father announced and opened the door to reveal a coat of snow that painted the countryside. You stomped through the snow and sat yourself to the far left of the carriage as your mother, father and brother followed. The coachman lightly whipped the horse and you were on your way. When you arrived at the Blythe’s family burial site you saw the carriage that pulled Mr. Blythe’s casket towards the hole. You also saw Gilbert leading the line of people. You saw the pain in his eyes. His sparkly brown eyes were now dull, and glossed with his salty tears. His cheerful smile with those dimples you so loved, disappeared and weren’t to be seen. His posture was slouched and his head hanging from his shoulders on a thread. Your family and you respectfully walked up to the crowd that was gathered for a prayer in honour of his father. You saw Anne, Diana, Ruby, Jane, Tillie and Josie, all spread out throughout the crowd. You locked eyes with Anne and gave her a warm quick smile before turning away. When the service was over everyone gathered at the Gilbert House for some tea and conversation. You stood next to your mother, plate in your hands but you weren’t in the mood to eat. You set it aside and walked around the house to look for Gilbert. He probably needed someone to talk to. Once you searched around the house and almost gave up, you saw him outside in the front yard. You grabbed your coat, scarf and hat and rushed down the front steps.

‘Gilbert!’ you yelled after him.

Gilbert turned around with a surprised face, yet his eyes still carried his sadness within.

‘Are you leaving?’ you pushed your hands deeper into your pockets.

‘I can’t stand being in that house. Everyone wants to comfort me but I just want to be left alone.’ he confessed.

His hat draped over his forehead making it hard to make out his facial expression.

‘Where are you going?’ you asked him as he didn’t seem to stop walking.

‘I don’t know, the lake perhaps.’

‘May I join?’

He nodded and continued to look straight ahead.

After some time you arrived at the small lake in the forest you always went to after school in the summer. Everyone would meet up to bathe in the sun kissed water but everyone was happy and enjoying themselves. Today’s occasion was the opposite. You sat on a tree trunk and pulled your gloves from your pockets. Gilbert sat next to you and stared at the frozen water. He found comfort among the empty woods. You felt like giving him alone time and told him that you were going back to the house. That was the last time you saw Gilbert. Days after he packed his things and left on a ship. He left a note with a few details so that Avonlea wouldn’t erupt in fear of a murder or some sort.

During the first three months you would leave letters at Gilbert’s house in case he came back unannounced; just like he left, but you stopped soon after, after you realised that he wouldn’t be coming back for a long time.

You were peacefully sleeping in your bed when a loud thud awoke you. Your eyes were squinted due to the sun rays shining on your face. You got out of bed and started to get ready. Anne would be arriving any minute now. You always walked to school together. It was safer and more fun. When you rushed out of the door you saw Anne waiting on your doorsteps with an extra bottle of milk. You walked to school and noticed a large crowd gathered in front of the doors. Noticing the rest of the girl you walked up to them to ask what was going on.

‘Ruby!’ you called out and saw her spin around with a big smile on her face. ‘What’s going on?’

‘It’s Gilbert!’ she cheered loudly.

Your eyes went wide as you stared back at Anne. She had the same look painted across her face.

‘What do you mean ‘Gilbert’?

‘My uncle who works at The White Sands Hotel said that Gilbert passed through the place. Supposedly he was working on a ship!’ Ruby’s face was gleaming with joy. ‘He was covered in coal ashes.’

‘Is, Is Gilbert here? At school?’ you asked intriguingly.

‘I haven’t been inside but I don’t believe so. He’s probably at home.’ Diana chimed in.

You had to see him. You just had to. Knowing he was back and not knowing if he’d part again you ran back towards the forest. You made your way through the foggy woods and ran up to Gilbert’s house. You went up to the door and knocked on the door like your life depended on it. A few seconds later a man, whom you’ve never seen before opened the door.

‘Hello, who are you.’ he said in a strong accent.

‘Is Gilbert here?’

‘Yes, he is.’ the man smiled at you before he shouted at the top of his lungs. ‘Gilbert! There’s a girl wanting to talk to you.’

‘I’ll just come in.’ you smiled before slipping through the door.

‘Y/N?’ Gilbert sounded surprised. ‘What are you doing here?’

‘What are you doing here?’ mimicked him.

‘It’s good to see you.’

Gilbert seemed happier than the last time you saw him. His teary eyes were now filled with joy. He seemed...okay, and you didn’t want to take that away from him but he couldn’t just show up and pretend like nothing happened.

‘Why did you leave?’

Gilbert’s back stiffened and shifted onto his other leg. He looked down at the floor not making eye contact with you.

‘Can you at least look at me.’ a hint of disappointment and annoyance coating your words.

‘I needed to get away from here.’

‘You left without a goodbye and you left without telling anyone. Do you know what it feels like? To see your friend leave you behind?’ you raised your voice. ‘You could’ve at least told me. I didn’t know when you were coming back. I thought you left me!’

‘Y/N, I’m sorry but I wasn’t in a good headspace and needed distance from this god forsaken town.’ he stormed past you. The man that had answered the door was long gone. Only the presence of the two of you filled the cold house.

‘Distance from me?’

‘I never said that.’ his irritated voice erupted from the back of the pantry.

‘Sounds like it to me!’ you yelled back, angrily stomping after him.

‘Why are you picking a fight with me, Y/N.?’

‘A fight?’ you stared at him in disbelief. ‘Picking a fight with you? I came over because Ruby was swooning over your return and I came here to make sure it was true. To-see-if -my-friend-who-left-me-without-a-trace-of his-existence-came-back!’ you snapped in one breath.

You had enough and quite frankly didn’t know what to do anymore. The person you loved so dearly had hurt you in a way that you couldn’t understand. Gilbert sat down at his wooden table and stared at you for a few seconds before talking.

‘What can I do?’ he said.

‘What can you do? I don’t know, what can you?’

‘Y/N, I’m serious. I don’t want this friendship to end over this.’

‘You think I want this? I’m just upset that you left me if you hadn’t noticed.’

‘Please tell me what I can do.’ he pleaded out.

He stood up and took your hands into his. His brown eyes stared into your as your breath hitched.

‘I-I don’t know.’ you confess as you slid your hands out of his and turned your back towards him. ‘Nothing can fix this except time.’

You walked towards the door looking back at Gilbert once more.

‘Time can fix a lot of things if you let it.’

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am-i-ourple · 2 years

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I have angst! Image with me if you will that Michael never tells you or Jeremy about what's going on at Circus Baby's, he just comes home super winded and goes "yeah the place is a little wierd but it's alright just glad to be home"

And one day, he doesn't come home. He leaves for work, kisses you and Jeremy goodbye for the night and never comes back. His car is still at work but he's no where to be found.

Jeremy comes clean about all the shit Mike's been doing and how he was apart of it for a small time to Y/N. They believe that Mike's finally just dead and try to move on but it's hard, but they have each other to help.

They hold a small funeral, empty casket just something for Michael because he deserved to have a proper grave. The years go by and Jeremy and Y/N get married and keep sort of a close eye on faz bears and what's going on but never investigating out of fear of loosing each other. They visit Michael's grave often to talk and tell him about what's been happening lately with them.

One day they go to visit the grave once again, and they find someone standing there looking at the grave. A man in a large trench coat, Michael standing there with a small child by his side (Gregory if you can't tell)

This is longer so its going under a cut, enjoy the angst :)

"Are you sure you don't want to come with me?"

Jeremy looked up at you, eyes full of heartbreak, and just shook his head, "I can't.... not today..."

You nodded your head, grabbing the container infront of you, before walking to the door, only pausing to give your husband a kiss. As you opened the door, you turned back giving Jeremy a bright smile, even if it was a little forced, and said, "I love you."

He returned the smile, his own not quite reaching his eyes today, and replied, "I love you more."

As you got into your car, you carefully placed the container in the passenger seat, before pulling away from the house.

It was slightly chilly today, not uncomfortably so, but a little odd for the time of year, so you were bundled up, even supporting one of Mic- his sweaters. God how you missed him, how it hurt each time you made this trip, but you needed to, if not for yourself, then for him.

Jeremy could never bring himself to visit on this specific day, but to you it felt wrong not to. He may be gone, but... he still deserves the company on today, so he wouldn't be lonely. Not like you and Jeremy were without him there with you.

You cant help but remember the deep ache you felt when he never came home that next morning. You didn't panic too much, as he'd not come home on time a couple of days before either. So you just got ready, making sure to give Jeremy a kiss goodbye, mentioning something about him giving Michael an extra one from you if he came home before he left for work. But when youd arrived home that night, youd only found Jeremy sitting fidgety on the couch, jumping up when you walked in the door, only to slump back onto the couch when he had realized it was you. Nothing had felt right, alarm bells rang in your ears as the two of you tried and failed to sleep that night. The cycle repeated for a few days, Jeremy telling you that making a missing person's statement with the police would be no help, so you both just waited and waited and waited, until it became too much for you. Youd sobbed into Michael's pillow for hours, Jeremy occasionally coming in with water, or some kind off snack to get you to eat, but each time youd ignored him, unable to see the sadness in his own eyes as well.

It wasn't until a week had passed that Jeremy finally spilled everything, told you what him and Michael had fought about in quiet whispers, and what really went on at the places Michael worked. Youd both been holding eachother tightly on another sleepless night and he'd just started talking. Telling you everything from how Michael's father was a child murder to how Michael's little brother died and how his sister went missing to how his father had just gone missing when Michael was 18. And youd wept again, for all of the stress and trauma Michael had been forced to go through alone, how he carried it without ever talking about it. What you wouldn't give to hold him close once more and apologize for how the world had treated him, that he didn't deserve any of that.

But life went on, years passed, you and Jeremy tied the knot, even going as far as buying an extra wedding band because it'd felt wrong just buying two. The two of you had gotten a small headstone made for Michael and placed it in the local cemetery with room on both sides for yourselves when your times came. And you both agreed never to go to Fazbear's or any related company, to let Michael's investigation drop, because he wouldn't want the two of you diving into that danger, and unable to think about the possibility of loosing the other the same way youd both lost Michael. So you carried on with your lives, each of you visiting the headstone every now and again, sometimes together, sometimes alone, as you were now as you pulled onto the side of the small road wrapped closest to the headstone.

As you got out, you walked around the car pulling out the container, and shuffling around your glove box, pausing when two dark shapes caught your eye. Standing, right where you were going to be headed, was a man in a long coat and a younger boy, both looking down at the stone, and for some reason your heart skipped a beat.

You chalked it up to nerves, you'd never seen anyone but you and Jeremy next to that stone, so who was this person? Did they know Michael? Did they know what happened to him?

Shaking the questions away, you grabbed three forks and 3 plates from your glove box and started making your way over slowly, telling yourself that this person was probably an old friend, not that Michael really had many of those.

So as you gently approached the pair, you smiled at the young boy who turned to look at you, his bright brown eyes full of curiosity. And as you finally sided up with the two, you cleared your throat softly, and said, "I hope you don't mind me barging in.... I was just curious as I've never seen anyone else out here beside me or my husband. Did you know Mi- him?"

You watched the man tense beside you, not saying anything, nor moving, but the little boy smiled, it was one that shown with mischievousness, and he said, "Im Gregory, ignore him, he's been acting weird all day before he dragged us out here. What's in the box?"

Smiling, you laughed softly at the kids bluntness. Kids will really say whatever they want.

"Well, Gregory, it happens to be my friend here's birthday, so I made a cake he always made for me and my husband to share with him. Of course my husband has already stolen two slices of it, but there should be enough for the four of us, if you and your guardian would like some as well?"

At the mention of cake, Gregory, glanced back at the man before turning to you and replying excitedly, "Yes please! We haven't even gotten breakfast yet, so I'm starving. What type of cake is it?"

Slowly you lowered yourself to the damp morning grass, and patted the spot next to you which Gregory took immediately. Glance at the man, he quietly sat as well, though he stayed turned away from you. Maybe he was closer to Michael than you'd thought, maybe he was really upset and didn't want you or the kid to see?

Carefully, you opened the container, and answered Gregory's question while cutting the cake terribly with a plastic fork. "Its a dark chocolate cherry cake, though the amount of cherries this year are very few, my husband helped me make it he cake by stealing almost all of them."

You handed the first piece to Gregory, and startled when the man gave a quiet snort, which he tried covering with a cough. As you started cutting a second slice, Gregory, with his mouth full, replied, "Your husband sounds like a butthead."

You laughed, as you offered the second slice to the man who raised his hand, but hesitated. So you grabbed his hand and placed the plate in it, taking a second only to be shocked over how cold his hand was, glancing at it as you pulled away from him, taking notice of the purple hue it held. Shaking it off you turned to cut a small slice of cake for yourself, as you saw the same hand you'd just held reach out and smack the back of Gregory's head lightly, followed by a rough, "Be nice."

Gregory in return frowned and grabbed the back of his head, before glaring at the man, "I'll start being nice when you start. Keep being mean to me and I'll tell Freddy, Michael!"

You had been laughing as you set the last of the cake on top of the headstone, but the second Gregory said the man's name everything started moving in slow motion, it felt like you were moving through molasses. You dropped the cake causing it to fall and land in front of the headstone, as your head slowly turned to look at the man, who face you could now see staring at you in shock and fear. Your chest tightened, and you could feel your breathing start to quicken as tears flooded your eyes.

Their, sitting right in front of you, the man who you'd been talking to this entire time was Michael. He looked different, his eyes no longer that deep blue you loved, now more just deep abysses, his face looked narrower as if he'd not been eating well, his skin, much like his hand held a purple hue, but it was him.....Michael was alive and sitting right in front of you.

You could see Gregory looking confused between the two of you as you both just stared at eachother. But before long, you had to ask, had to break the silence.

"Mikey?"

He stared at you with pain written across his face, opening and closing his mouth multiple times, before giving up and breaking eye contact, nodding.

So many emotions washed over you, relief, happiness, sadness, anger, guilt, confusion. Ad all you could do is stare at him, more tears welling in your eyes. Finally it became too much, convincing yourself that this wasn't happening, you stood up and turned away, heading back to your car wiping your tears away frantically as you could hear hurried footsteps following you, and Gregory shout to wait for him. Right as you reach your car you felt a hand grab your upper arm, and your name being said softly.

"Please wait....let me explain."

His voice was rough, metallic almost, but it was still his voice, accent and all. His hand gently tried to turn you, trying to get you to face him, but you resisted and shook it off.

"Plea-"

"Get in the car Michael. If you want to explain, you can do it to both of us."

Your voice was cold, as you let the anger and frustration take over, and you could hear him flinch back at the tone. You looked at Gregory looking nervous from the other side of the car, and motioned for him to climb into the front seat, to which he brightened up and jumped in.

Michael on the other hand, who was slowly making his way around the car, tried stopping him, only for you to stare at him with cold eyes, and say, "No you get to ride in the back."

He looked like he wanted to argue, but deflated and did as told. Once the two were in the car, you took a deep breath, trying to calm you raging emotions, and pulled your phone out, calling Jeremy to which he picked dup after a couple rings.

"Im getting ready leaving for work, whats up?"

Glancing at the figure in your backseat, hunched over with his head in his hands. Turning away you took a rattling breath and tried to say something but the line stayed quiet, until Jeremy spoke up again.

"Hey, whats wrong? Did something happen to the headstone again? Do I need to co-"

"Jeremy hes alive," you blurted out finally, only for the line to go quiet again. Then you heard a sigh, as Jeremy replied, "Im coming to get you, i... I don't think you're fit to drive if you seeing things."

"Im not seeing things," you yelled more harshly than you meant to, immediately apologizing, "Sorry, sorry.....just i need you to call into work and stay home today, ok? I'll....I'll be home in a few."

After that, you didn't give him a chance to reply ypu hung up and climbed into the car. The tension was thick, and you could see Michael watching you through the rear view mirror as you drove. Gregory kept silent, only once asking if he could turn on the radio, to which you nodded as he reached for the nob.

When you reached your home, Jeremy was standing on the porch, arms crossed and clearly worried. And as you turned off the car and climbed out, so did Gregory. Jeremy glanced between to two of you before saying, "Hun, that is not Michael."

Gregory, puffed up and offended, replied back, "No I'm Gregory! Meanie Michael is in the back seat. They wouldn't let him sit up front."

Sighing you walked around the car and opened the back seat, saying, "Get out before Jeremy really starts thinking ive lost it."

You heard a deep sigh, before he climbed out of the back of your car. And when you glanced at Jeremy, he looked just as pained and overwhelmed as you'd felt when you'd first realized it was Michael. Jeremy, unlike you though, had a more positive reaction and jumped off the porch and pulled Michael into an embrace, going ad far as to start leaving kisses inbetween his happy gibberish, mostly consisting of "you're alive".

"Ew, you husband's kissing Michael."

Rolling your eyes, you turned from the two, leading Gregory inside, "Not the first time, won't be the last. Come on, you said you hadn't had breakfast?"

Jeremy and Michael stayed outside for a while longer, and didn't come in until you'd just set a plate of food in front of Gregory, and as you were sitting down with one yourself.

Jeremy, pulling a cautious Michael behind him, entered the room and you just motioned to the kitchen, saying, "Theres two more plates in there."

The meal was silent, and you could tell that Michael had told Jeremy that you weren't happy, because the two kept giving each other glances before looking back to you. This continued until Gregory finished and asked to go play with the cats he saw when you both had first walked in, you smiled at him and nodded. But the second he was out of the room you turned back to Michael, smile dropping and said, "Start explaining."

And he did, starting at the beginning. He told you everything from how his father treated him as a kid to his brother to what happened at Circus Baby's to helping Gregory at the new Pizzaplex just outside of town. And you'd stayed quiet, the entire time, crying for most of it, angry that he didn't even try and come back after he'd gained control of his body back, but still happy that he was still here with the you and Jeremy. So you stayed quiet, wiping tears as they came, letting Jeremy comfort Michael, and when he finished Michael ended with, "I missed you both....alot..... it hurt sometimes not coming back... but i....it didn't seem right, making you deal with the monstrosity ive become."

Quietly, you looked at him, and said, "That wasn't for you to decide.... you know we would love you no matter what."

After that, you left the room, tears still falling, and as Michael turned to follow you, to try and comfort you to apologize for everything, he was stopped by Jeremy's hand on his arm, and him saying, "Give them time, they'll come around. This has just....it's a big shock for both of us."

Michael, turned and slumped back into the chair, muttering, "You're not mad at me."

"I am...a little, but I don't think they are. I just think they're overwhelmed and don't know how to feel right now...just give them space, okay?"

Michael nodded, heart breaking just a bit, hating how much hurt he was causing you both.

#sorry this really got away from me #ive been thinkjng about it since i got it in my inbox and had to write it #sorry for the mistakes my phone autocorrect is being weird #michael afton x reader #jeremy fitzgerald x reader #jeremy x reader x michael

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letarasstuff · 3 years

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Can I stay with you?

(A/N): This is based on this, this and this post. I really hope you are ready for the feels, because they are there and they are heavy-

Summary: Following the events of Emily's death, how will Spencer and his daughter cope with it?

Warnings: Angst and lots of it, mentions of drug use, contemplations of drug use, mentions of needles, we also got some bittersweet fluff

Wordcount: 2.5k

✨Masterlist✨ _______________________________

A hospital is not a place where a child should be, Spencer knows that much. But he picked (Y/N) up on his way for two reasons:

The first one being the simple occurence that the babysitter is not able to keep her any longer, because she has classes in the next morning. The second one is selfish and the father knows that, but he needs her presence, the comfort she brings to him.

“Daddy”, the child breaks the silence in the waiting room, “Is Auntie Emily going to be ok?” She sits in his lap reading a book before looking up at him. Her eyes hold something he wishes to never see again: Fear. The fear of losing someone she loves dearly.

“I hope, Baby. But let’s not forget one important fact: Your Auntie Emily is one of the strongest women I know.” Spencer gives her a kiss on the top of her head and cuddles her closer to him, seeing (Y/N)’s eyes dropping. The rest of the team watches the interaction with aching hearts.

The girl is asleep for half an hour when JJ enters the room. Everybody gets up crowding her. Spencer is careful to not disturb his daughter as he moves her head to his shoulder and hooks his arm under her legs.

“She never made it off the table.” These words echo in the genius’ mind, seemingly being the only things he can think about. “I-I never had the chance to say goodbye.” JJ hugs him, trying to give some sort of comfort. In this process (Y/N) wakes up. As soon as she spots her father’s tears, she knows not to ask a question. Instead she loops her arms around his neck.

“It’s fine. It’s gonna be alright, Daddy”, the toddler recalls the words he says to her whenever she is upset in hopes to cheer him up.

The next couple days are hard on the whole team. They try to grieve together, especially while the funeral takes place. (Y/N) notices that the color black is fitting, since her Auntie really liked to wear it. She likes that they do the same to pay their respects that way.

“Auntie Penny, is she watching?” The blonde woman carries her while the casket is walked down the aisle. Since her death, (Y/N) doesn’t dare to say Emily’s name. She thinks if she avoids it, she is going to inflict less pain when she is talked about.

“Of course. Emily is in heaven and watches this beautiful beautiful ceremony we hold for her. So wipe that frown off and put on that smile she loved so much. Alright?” Confusing to her, the adults want (Y/N) to smile all the time. But they are frowning and crying more often than not.

“Can she hear us? Because I want to say I love her. I forgot to say it the last time I saw her.” Trying to distract herself from seeing the casket lowering into the grave, the girl plays with Penlope’s hair. She in turn has to fight tears back. Only now she realizes the impact the whole thing has on her.

“I’m sure she does. What about when the majority is gone, we go to her grave and talk to Emily? Do we have a deal?” (Y/N) nods.

As soon as the ceremony is over, Spencer takes his daughter, cradling her close to him. As if she senses his sadness, the girl is petting his back in a comforting way. He squeezes her closer to him, leaving her not much room to breathe.

“Daddy, I wanna talk to her. I need to get down.” (Y/N) wiggles in his grasp after she whispers this into his ear. Reluctantly Spencer lets her down and she toddles over to the freshly made grave. A little plastic card sticks out of the grass in place of a headstone.

The adults try to give her as much space as possible, they have to let grieve on her own.

“Hey, Auntie Emily. I-I wanted to say I love you, and I forgot to tell you this the last time so I say it a second time. I love you. And I miss you. I think Daddy misses you too. He is sad since you are gone. I’m too. I think it’s because we miss you. But I hope you like Heaven. Maybe you see my Mommy. When you do, can you say I love her?

“I’ll try to see you soon, Auntie. Goodbye!” (Y/N) goes back to her father and makes grabby hands towards him. Gladly Spencer picks her up again, putting a kiss on her head. “Wanna go home, Daddy.” The child mumbles, exhausted by all the stress and emotions from the day.

The father is relieved to have an excuse to skip the meal with the team. He is scared that the evening at the little restaurant is clouded by sadness and angst. Spencer doesn’t need that right now, a nice sit in with his daughter sounds way better.

After saying their goodbyes the little family sits in the car on their way to the apartment. As soon as Spencer starts the car, (Y/N) is fast asleep. He looks at her through the rear view mirror, happy to see her at peace. It gives the father time to sort through his own thoughts. Since Emily’s death (Y/N) tries to be around him constantly, which he is thankful for, because she keeps the darkness away.

Her last hours play again and again before his eyes. The different ways he could have stopped all of this. Why didn’t he say more when she began biting her nails? When she said “Laura Reynolds is dead”? Maybe all of this is his fault?

His forearm begins to itch. Exactly where Tobias Hankel injected the needle same as he did several times. Maybe, maybe it would make everything better? Just this one tim-

“Daddy? When are we home?” The small voice cuts off his train of thought. Spencer needs a few seconds to clear his mind. Did he really think that? Taking dilaudid while the reason he fought his addiction literally sits right behind him? “Just a few minutes, Sweetheart. Do you want to go to bed after dinner?”

As if she knows that the father can’t be left alone in this state, (Y/N) answers: “No, I wanna watch a movie with you. Can we watch Alvin and the chipmunks? I love Simon so much!” This places a smile on his face, the excitement in her eyes scare his dark thoughts away. “Sure, Peanut. We can watch whatever you want.”

It's the fourth evening in a row that the girl sleeps in her father’s bed. She either falls asleep there or climbs next to him in the middle of the night, so he figures he lets her sleep there right away.

“Good night, Sweetheart”, he tells her as they lay down. Even though it’s quite early for Spencer to go to bed it’s (Y/N)’s time. “Good night, Daddy”, she tells him while snuggling closer, “I love you. Soooooo much.”

The young doctor decides to take the next few days off from work in order to work through the events. The first one he spends coloring in books with her the whole day. While she works on her own books gifted by various members of the BAU, Spencer has his own extra made for adults. He can’t deny the soothing effect it has on him. The repeating moves calms the storm of thoughts inside his head.

The next day the two of them sit the whole day on the small couch in the living room, (Y/N) on his lap, and read. Sometimes they read for themselves, others the father reads outloud from his own or (Y/N) from her own. It’s kind of therapeutic to hear his child doing something he enjoyed his whole life.

“Daddy, do you think she feels lonely in heaven? There is nobody she knows, she has to wait for us to follow her, doesn’t she?” Not prepared for such a deep question, Spencer is caught off guard.

He clears his throat before answering. “Uh, Auntie Emily isn’t that lonely up there, you know. You can’t remember him, but Uncle Gideon, a friend from work and someone I looked up to, is there. He surely greeted her with open arms, happy to see her. And your Mommy is also there, she certainly asked lots of questions about you.” “A-are you sure? I told her to say Mommy ‘I love you’ when she sees her.” (Y/N) looks up to her father with big eyes.

He is not sure if he is lying right now to her, but he sees that his daughter needs the reassurance. “Yes, I’m sure.” To lighten the mood he begins to tickle her, which ends in a tickle fight which in turn ends in tiring the girl out and falling asleep while watching a Disney movie.

The next day is by far the worst since it all happened. Both (Y/N) and Spencer haven’t slept much due to nightmares from both sides (him comforting her as she tears him from his own), which results in a grumpy toddler and a non stop coffee drinking adult.

“Sweetheart, you need to put that shirt on. Auntie JJ is expecting us in ten minutes. Please, stop fighting me”, he begs, but she continues to cry. As Spencer tries for a third time to put it on her (Y/N) throws herself to the other side of the bed.

“I don’t want that, Daddy!” She finally gets out through her sobs. Spencer halts in his movements. “Why? That’s your favorite, Baby.” While (Y/N) begins to cry louder, he leaves the clothing article on the bed and gathers her in his arm, rocking her back and forth additionally to whispering sweet reassurances in her ear.

“She gave it to me. I don’t wanna make it dirty or ruin it”, the toddler says between shaky breaths. For what feels like the trillionth time, the young agent’s heart breaks over this statement. He has a bigger vocabulary than the average English speaking person, but at this moment Spencer is at a loss of words.

“Sweetheart, I apologize for not acknowledging this right away. I’ll get another shirt out for you, ok? Thank you so much for telling and helping me.” Just a few minutes later the little family is on their way to the next metro stop. It’s then that Spencer realizes his day won’t be any easier.

“(Y/N) you can sit in the seat next to me like you always do. Why do you have to sit in my lap today?” Normally he isn’t someone who denies his child physical contact, but the seating chart has a logical purpose. Being on a train with a child means you have some kind of luggage with you, which leads to occupying a four seats compartment. In order to prevent somebody taking the seat next to him, Spencer places his daughter there. It’s a win win situation for everybody, really.

Unfortunately for him (Y/N) is extra clingy today and won’t stop crawling onto his lap. With a sigh he accepts his defeat and tries not to think about the amount of germs that fly around.

Another problem that torments the father: Over the last few days his cravings grew. Especially today the feeling, the need, for another shot and another high is undeniable for him. As if sensing this (Y/N) sticks by his side throughout the whole time, keeping his mind off of the drug that changes him.

While they are at the Jareau’s and Lamontagne’s household, his daughter refuses to play with Henry. “I wanna stay with you”, she murmurs into his shoulder. Again Spencer accepts his defeat and sits down on the couch next to his best friend.

“Sweetheart, you need to let me go. I have to go to the bathroom, you can’t come with me.” This is followed by a tsunami of tears. While JJ tries to console her, he slips out of the room discreetly.

Due to (Y/N)’s current grumpiness and Spencer’s fatigue they quickly call it a night, even though he could use some more comfort from his friends.

“Good night, Sweetheart. Sleep tight and dream nice. I love you”, he says after tucking his child in and giving her a kiss on the forehead. “Night night, Daddy. I love you, too”, her small voice echoes back to him and makes him smile softly.

Spencer finds his way back to the living room and sits down with a book in his lap. As expected he doesn’t get much reading done, too distracted by his own thoughts. The events of the night of his colleague’s, his friend’s, death replay themselves over and over again.

What if he made his conclusions faster? He is supposed to be the smart one, the one the team relies on for making important connections. But he failed once so who knows what happens when he fails again? Next time it could be the whole team dying. He could die. He would leave (Y/N) alone with the team gone. His mother isn’t capable of caring for her and his father doesn’t even know she exists. She will go into foster care, into a home with too many kids. She will be looked over, too small to be seen. Her potential will go to waste and she will never achieve anything she is capable of. And all that because he hasn’t made a conclusion fast enough.

Spencer’s scars on his forearm itch worse than ever. One shot. Only one shot to make the thoughts go away. To make the guilt go away, the bad feelings. He needs it. He needs to cure himself from the symptoms of being a human.

Before the young doctor even registers what he is doing he already put his jacket on and looks for his wallet when a voice startles him.

“Daddy, i can't sleep. Can I stay with you again?” (Y/N) stands in the doorway, clutching her stuffed animal and her blanket, shielding her eyes from the light, oblivious to what her father was about to do.

“Oh Darling, of course. Do you want me to read to you? Or we drink hot chocolate and watch a movie?” He suggests, ready to distract himself from anything that’s going on in his mind. A few minutes later his daughter cuddles into his side while watching once again Alvin and the Chipmunks.

Spencer is just happy to have his light in his life all the time and is ready to tackle any task to keep her there, may it be once again the weekly visits for anonymous narcotics or time off from work to process the events together in therapy.

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hipsdowrite · 2 years

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Out of Touch

Prologue 1.

Various x GN! Reader

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Song: Out of Touch by Daryl Hall & John Oates

Rattle. Rattle.

“Ugh— is it morning already? I could have sworn I set something- yeah no I didn’t.”

Record Scratch

This doesn’t seem fortunate; it wasn’t an average day to get stuck in a coffin, especially rousing one out of slumber.

There is sleeping beauty—ahem—I mean the main protagonist of this story, [Name]. They are just a normal person with no redeeming or extreme qualities; one person who strives to get through the days and will do anything to reach that happy ending. The one they made in their mind, of course.

Rattle. Rattle.

“Damn, does being buried alive hurt my goddamn head this much?” They raise their hand, dragging along the box that was encasing them like a doll, before resting their head onto that hand. Leaning forward, they shut their eyes drowsily when an external unintentional alarm clock rang its’ obnoxious voice.

“Shit. People are coming. I gotta snag a uniform while…Grrr!”

The human’s eyes slightly twinge open in response to hearing a cat… growl?

I don’t get paid enough for this shit. Back to bed!

They firmly shut their eyes.

“Alright then. Time for my secret move!”

Wait, what?

“Take this!”

A hot burning sensation cauterizes their feet, spreading rapidly to their legs.

“Ah fuck, this can’t be fire, can it? Shit either way…” The human in the box propels what they can forward, hoping to break it down to escape another catastrophic dead end. One. Two. Bang. Bang. “Cmon!” Their shoulder burns. Passion? Fire? The door opening?

The door opening?

Splat.

“Huh?!” A scream. “You! Why are you awake already?”

[Name]’s eyes lazily yet alertly draw over the sound of that voice, not moving from their stomach-lying position in the ground; a searing pain in their forehead motivates them to do something— hopefully something smart- “Is that a fucking talking raccoon?!”

The fiery fire-y raccoon animal’s blue circles widen, appalled, “Who’s the talking raccoon?! I am the great Grim, you know?! Oh well…”

At this moment, the lying human subconsciously readies their flight or flight— muscles twinging.

Are those.. floating caskets?! Where the hell am I?

Their eyes zoom over the area; their mind becoming excessively in pain from the abundance of information and from that damn talking-

“You, the human! Give me those clothes! Or else… I’ll roast ya whole!”

The said human quickly bounces up, “To dream about getting roasted by a raccoon…What the hell is this lucid dream?!” Eyes narrowing, their hand languidly caresses their chin, “I’m surprised my imagination is this good. Even if this furry kills me, I’ll re-enter this dream and get him back!”

Blue fire enters [Name]’s vision. “Stop daydreaming already! And I’m not a raccoon!”

A slight scream slightly squeaks out of the victim. Turning around for the exit, their feet run. Slipping once but getting back up as quickly. Their loud stomps flicker through the chamber. Shoving the door to make way, they dash to the left.

They hear tiny pitter patters and can’t help but coo over how soft they are; then, they realize that raccoons are just as much as ankle-biters.

[Name] observes the scenery they past, trying to find a string to lead them out of the maze. Their eyes lock onto what seems to be a security camera.

It looks like a normal school except for the attempted arson occurring.

[Name] scowls. Their heavy boots clank. They slightly turn their head behind to watch for the furry. Their heart stops. Their [color] eyes reflect blue growing larger and larger.

With no other option, [Name] makes their way to the closest door, praying it isn’t a closet. They attempt to not make much noise as they open it; they attempt to calm their shaking hands in order to close the door quietly.

They lean their head against the tall frame, breathing heavily. In. Out. In. In. Out. A sob almost echos throughout the seemingly large room.

Oh god, that felt too real. This feels too real, why?

Knowing there is no time for anxiety, they turn to take in the room, “A library huh. It’s so pretty too. It seems like one college girls would show off any chance they get.” Concealing their emotions, [Name] stalks through the room towards the back, trying to hide and potentially escape the fire-breathing trash animal.

Soft breaths fade into the old dusty yet fresh air. The rows of books hide together as cattle. The wooden shelves holding them together stand tall as trees— a reassurance.

[Name] stops. Their hand traces over the wooden boards; a symbol screams out to them, pleading for a memory. With a far away look in their eyes, they finish tracing over the apple symbol.

Bang.

[Name] blinks as if their eyes were glued shut, hair shuffling back into place. A faint face of confusion spreads over them till the cause of their perseverance rings throughout the large room.

“Did ya think you could run away from me?! You lowly human!”

[Name] rushes towards the end of the shelf. Moving some books around, they peer through, observing.

“Now, if you don’t want to be roasted whole, give me those clothes-“

A quiet gasp abrupts from the [color]-person’s mouth. Covering it quickly, they still their breathing.

“Buwah! Ow! What’s with this rope?” The animal shrieks out.

“This is no mere ripe; it is a lash of love!” The approaching new man (or crow?) stated to the new victim. [Name] keeps quiet, not wanting to receive the same fate. That didn’t help too much as the mysterious man turns towards them, “Ah, found you at last. Are you one of the new students?”

Both sets of eyes peer towards the bookshelf— more specifically the now deadpanned human. Slowly taking their hands away from their face, they walk out of the row into the middle of the room for everyone to see. Raising their hands in surrender, the person is about to give their reasons at the same time they were abruptly interrupted.

“You shouldn’t do things like that. Leaving the Gate on your own! Not only that,” the bird-man peers down to the fiend in his rope, “you have yet to tame your familiar which has broken a number of school rules.”

[Name]’s eyes almost bulge out of their head, “Wait a second! I think you got it wrong! I’m not-“

“-their freaking familiar!” The animal shouted out, finishing the human’s sentence.

[Name] lowers their arms, regaining their resting face. The crow-man retracts his whip to settle for holding the cat (I guess it does look like a cat- wait does it even have a name?) by its scruff.

“Sure, sure. The rebellious ones always say things like that. Just quiet down for a moment.” The man taunts, placing his gloved hand forcibly over the cat’s mouth.

[Name]’s eyes squint further. How the hell isn’t he afraid of being bitten? That thing is rabid for sure! Not to mention that he sounds like he is gonna blame me for that thing.

The tall man before [Name] speaks once again, “My goodness. It’s unprecedented for a new student to leave the Gate on their own.” He crosses his arms like a disappointed grandfather, “Ugh. How impatient can you be? The entrance ceremony is already well under way. Let’s head to the Hall of Mirrors.”

[Name]’s left eye subtly twitches, “New student?” They look down at their wardrobe to see that they are indeed wearing robes (this can’t be a uniform, unless this is an extremely well-profited private school). “Hold on a moment! There was no Gate where I came from!” They point there finger accusingly towards the man, “unless we already passed through it when I was being kidnapped.”

The man seems to widen his eyes, his stretches his arms outward to not appear hostile, “Kidnapped? You woke up in a room with all of those doors. All students who wish to attend this academy must pass through one of those doors to arrive here.”

[Name]’s hand retracts to their side once again. They take a sigh of relief. I forgot. This is all part of a dream. I guess I’m having too much anxiety over choosing a college, so it warped into a nightmare dream.

Just as glass shattering, the man speaks up, “Normally, students wake up only after the door is opened with a special key but…”

That previous sigh immediately retracts in. Then, how? Special key?

[Name] places their left fist into the palm of their hand, “So maybe the fire blown the lid off. That’s the only explanation. Unless this cat had a key which I hardly believe.”

Folding his hands into his hips, the blue man with no group adds to that statement, “So in the end the culprit appears to be this familiar.” A huff can be heard coming from his beak, “If you’re going to bring it with you, you have to take responsibility and properly take care of it.”

Not noticing the other two in the room appearing displeased with his berating, he thinks to himself for a quick minute.

“Oh well! Now isn’t the time to be long winded! The entrance ceremony will soon come to a close. Let’s get a move on!” The man turns around, walking towards the library door that leads to the burnt hallway.

Before possibly going through another kidnapping, [Name] takes the initiative, “Just a second! Look I know that is becoming my catch phrase, but who exactly are you?!”

The crow-man’s body doesn’t turn around but his yellow eyes still glare into their soul, “What’s this? Are you still dazed? It appears the teleportation magic has left you disoriented…”

Or maybe it was the fact I almost got mauled to death by a fire-breathing cat!

“Well, it is fine. It happens often enough. I shall give you an explanation as we make our way there. For I am gracious.”

That sounds like his catchphrase. [Name] grumbles as they begrudgingly trek behind the tall man, still holding the cat in his arms. Head down, they try to mentally prepare themselves for the exposition.

As they walk through the hallways and the courtyard, the man introduced himself as the headmaster, Dire Crowley, and explained the purpose of the school. At the same time, the cat would perk up, trying to free itself or throw insults— probably both. However, a few things he mentioned sparked more questions into [Name]: magicians, worthy, Dark Mirror, chosen ones, around the world, Ebony Carriage.

Wait. So is Mr. Crowley saying that an Ebony Carriage picked me up? How come I don’t remember this? And why would the carriages carry Gates? Didn’t we all teleport here through the Gates? If it’s around the world then how did it reach me?

Unnoticed to any of the visible beings around them, [Name]’s eyes dart around, trying to make sense of this illogical world. Their head snaps forward, their finger points to the sky, and their eyes tighten to unknowingly hurt themselves.

Why am I worried about the logic of a dream? Haha! Even though there is so much lore, hopefully I can remember it to tell my friends! They have to believe me!

Note: oof prologue 1 is done. i’m trying to get a feel for the characterization of the mc/reader; i want them to be snarky, analytical, expressive, cheerful, and others i cant recognize yet lol. if you don’t like any because you aren’t, don’t worry it will have a purpose and be explained

this isn’t edited so if there are any mistakes you guys notice let me know! if there is anything you guys could comment on (good or bad) let me know! as i said im trying to get a feel for this.

im planning on releasing a chapter every saturday unless something came up or im lazy lol.

more plot and explanations will hopefully be explained in the next few chapters.

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I've had this thought in my head for awhile, but does God know mc is the descent of Lilith?? Lilith was supposed to be killed but was secretly reincarnated by Diavolo. What if he finds out and kills mc because as far as he's concerned, they shouldn't exist? Can I request some hcs of how the demon brothers and undateables would react to this happening? If not, I understand! >.< Thank you!! ❤️❤️

When God kills MC for being Lilith’s descendant

WARNINGS: Blood, death, depression, anger, war, Simeon dies in one of them

- If anyone mentioned MC he’d be gripping them by the throat begging them with tears in his eyes to never speak their name in front of him again

- He doesn’t want them to say it because of his pride. He knows he’ll cry hearing their name and he’d get flashbacks to Michael standing over MC’s bleeding body as they cried Lucifer’s name, hopeful that he’d be able to save them.

- He wasn’t able to save them despite being right there, he was being held back by some angels and was fighting them at that moment, but even after he killed those angels and Michael, he got to their side too late, their eyes empty and skin still warm, but getting colder as the seconds pass.

- He’d scream and cry so loud the entire Devildom would hear, and he wouldn’t care, no matter how much pride he held, he was torn to pieces and felt lost the second their soul left their frail human body

- He and Diavolo immediately agree that God needs to feel the same pain he’d put all the brothers through twice

- They go to the celestial realm and attack a bunch of Archangels

- His anger from losing both his sister and his lover will be terrifying and is enough to bring God to his knees

- “I won’t let you touch anybody else. I won’t let you tear my family apart more than you have!”

- If he does not kill God, he definitely leaves him shaking in his boots,

- He will use all his strength to kill as many Archangels as possible, so his father would feel the same loss he’d felt.

- He’d leave God wounded but make him have to helplessly watch his children and friends die horrid deaths before his very eyes, just like Lucifer had to do with Lilith and MC, still alive, but left empty and helpless.

- His mourning process after the rage would basically be over working himself, bringing his mind to anything but the dear human he’d lost

- Watching his former brothers impale MC’s chest with a sword was not something he was ready to see.

- He hated every second of holding them in their last moments, he thought he wouldn’t have to watch them die in agony like he did when they let Belphie out of the attic

- It happened when he looked away, an angel suddenly appeared in front of MC and immediately had the blade in them

- He blames Lucifer for a while.

- Because of him, everyone found out the truth about Lilith and it got back to God and if Lucifer had just allowed Belphie to stay out of the attic to live with the exchange student like the rest of them they would never have died either of their deaths

- Blames himself a lot as well, he is supposed to be fast. That’s his thing, is being fast. But he wasn’t fast enough to save them from their killer.

- Distracts himself with drinking and gambling his life away

- One night he gets unbearably mad and intoxicated, which leads to him sneaking into the Demon Lord’s castle and using a gate to the celestial realm.

- When he’s there he books it to the throne of his father, begging him to at least tell him if MC was in heaven or hell before he sent him back down there.

- Hearing that they went to neither and God had simply wiped them and their soul from existence was what finally got to him

-He lunged at him but was stopped by Diavolo who had followed him there and apologized to God for letting him through.

- “YOU’VE TAKEN EVERYTHING FROM ME YOU SON OF A BITCH, YOU DON’T DESERVE TO RULE THIS UNIVERSE, ONE DAY I KNOW LUCIFER WILL RETURN TO BEHEAD YOU IN FRONT OF THE REST OF YOUR PRECIOUS ANGELS”

- His ranting kind of caught everyone off guard but they wouldn’t be able to stare in shock for long as Diavolo dragged him through the gate, bringing him to the dungeon where he would stay until Lucifer could hopefully talk some sense into him

- Why? Why did he have to tell MC to go shopping themselves, why didn’t he just go with them.

- When they used his pact mark a second too late, he arrived to their bloody beaten body, nearly lifeless eyes turning hopeful for their last moment of life as they saw Leviathan

- He turns just in time to see an angel booking it towards a portal, but he is too concerned with saving MC to actually chase their killer.

- He turned back to them and lifted their unconscious body off the Devildom soil, sprinting as fast as possible screaming for help

- When he arrived at the Demon Lord’s castle begging Diavolo to save them he was too late, somewhere along the way their heart had stopped and they died looking up at their yucky otaku boyfriend trying so hard to save them from a hopeless battle with a small smile.

- He locks himself in his room, not even coming out to eat meals.

- When Lucifer finally had enough of Levi starving himself, he opened the door with the master key and found his pale younger brother, in his bed sleeping, but under the blankets he guess Levi had lost too much weight.

- He also took notice of his lack of anime figurines and video games, looking to see them in the trash.

- Levi is quick to get mad at Lucifer but when Lucifer just holds him and pats his younger brother’s hair, he breaks down full on sobbing and snot getting all over Lucifer’s coat, which he cringed at a little but dealt with it for the boy’s sake.

- He wouldn’t go to God like the previous two, he’d just murder anyone who mentioned him or his angels

- He ends up giving away his fish too, convinced that he wasn’t allowed to have loved ones because no matter how hard he tried to save them he never could. First his baby sister and now the love of his life.

- Oh poor Satan, he had worked so so hard to get his temper under control, but watching an angel slit MC’s throat in front of his very eyes erased all the control he had within him and he immediately gutted the angel, within the blink of an eye they were just as dead as MC

- He called Lucifer begging for help, even though they both knew he was much too late and MC had bled out and died quickly.

- He held them until Lucifer and some of the other brothers had to pry his arms off of them.

- After seeing them taken away to be put in a casket and buried in the human world with their family, he filled with rage and grief all at once, from the top of his head all the way to his toes he was radiating wrath and he went on a rampage, killing demons left and right

- He wasn’t able to think clearly until a voice in the back of his head reminded him of the human and how they always helped everyone no matter their species.

- He stopped killing then, not wanting MC’s spirit to be upset with him more than they already should be.

- He, like Lucifer, distracts himself so that he can’t think of MC as much and be hurt by the images that lived in his head forever

- Whenever a book described a character similar to MC he’d tear every page, ripping it to shreds

- He’d lost almost half of his book collection in only a month because he managed to see MC in everything.

- Blames himself and tries to get to the Celestial Realm but is stopped by Diavolo and Lucifer

- After he had been in his room for about a week or so with no sign of even moving from his bed, Lucifer let himself in which pissed of the avatar of wrath

- Lucifer said nothing but looked in his eyes before simply saying the blonds name, before hugging him

- For the first time since he was a young boy, Satan let Lucifer hold him as he wailed and sobbed, venting and letting his eldest brother guide him through it all

- Why did he let MC storm off when he was letting that succubus flirt with him?

- If he had just told to succubus to go away cuz he was with MC they’d still be alive, they wouldn’t have died in such a painful way.

- When he heard a scream he turned around and froze as he saw MC, sword entering their chest and exiting between their shoulder blades

- He panicked and rushed to them, looking the angel responsible in the eyes so he could have him wait for when Asmodeus felt ready to kill him

- When MC gave him a soft smile and touched his cheek with their bloody hand, he held it against his face and cried screaming for help and texting and calling Lucifer like crazy

- When he felt their hand go limp he stopped everything

- He looked down and saw their once lively eyes looking at the sky above them, with no soul behind them, just an empty shell of the only person to ever fall in love with him for reasons other than sex, money, and power.

- He couldn’t look away, he just stared at them in silence, tears rolling down his cheeks as Lucifer and Diavolo arrived, both gasping as they saw Asmodeus covered in MC’s blood.

- Asmodeus dropped his skin care routines, rivaling Belphie’s title as the avatar of sloth as he slept day and night, no longer wanting to be awake with MC

- Why did his father have to take away the one wholesome thing he had? Why was his father so desperate to ruin things for his six surviving sons and Satan

- One day he suddenly jumps back into his old self, smiling and flirting like nothing was wrong, but everyone knew he was still completely broken up inside

- He brings home a new partner every night, each one resembling MC in some way shape or form, because he knows he can’t have them anymore, but he doesn’t want to think about that

- He just wants to embrace his sins and distract himself from any lingering thoughts of MC with strangers

- How could be be so reckless? He knows he shouldn’t leave MC alone in public places but when he saw a hotdog cart he couldn’t help but dash for it with all his speed

- As he was ordering everything the cart had he heard screams behind him

- He looked back and felt his blood run cold as he saw MC’s body on the ground, blood pouring out of their neck and an angel covered in blood flying away

- That angel would get his punishment later, right now he has to tend to MC

- He desperately tries to get them to respond to him, the only response he ever receives is MC’s final gurgled breaths, as they looked at him with terror in their eyes that slowly disappeared as their body shut down, unable to keep going

- and he roared, demon form coming out at he flew off into the sky, chasing the angel that was considerably slower than him

- When he reached them he bit into their shoulder before devouring them completely, making sure they suffered ten times as much as MC had in their final moments

- Without a second thought he flies towards the Demon Lords castle in a rage

- As he knocks down the doors he manages to knock out several guards who were watching the castle diligently as Diavolo and Barbatos had immediately left to go find MC and Beel

- Beel went to the Portals that allowed them to travel between realms, and charged into the Celestial realm, killing multiple angels on his way to God

- He wasn’t going to go down without a fight. Just because he rules over the entire universe doesn’t mean he can take everything away from Beel. He can’t keep losing the most important people in his life, it wasn’t fair

- When he fought his way into God’s throne room, facing him for the first time in several millennia he raged immediately pouncing at his father only to be struck down.

- The fight kept going until Diavolo and Lucifer had arrived to take the giant redhead back to the Devildom, Lucifer nearly killing God himself when he saw how hurt his younger brother was.

- He refuses to eat for a very long time, feeling he deserved to be in pain because he was the reason behind both Lilith and MC’s gruesome deaths

- He only eats when it starts to hurt Belphie a lot as well, but he hates it, he feels unworthy

(Simeon Simps beware)

- He wishes he could unhear it. The sound of MC beside him in bed, screaming as a sword entered their chest, gasping for air but failing to find it.

- Why didn’t he wake up to the intruder? How could he just let an angel deliver MC the same fate they had nearly recieved by himself.

- He didn’t chase after the intruder, instead screaming for his brothers’ help, staying with MC comforting them and trying to urge them to keep breathing.

- “Belphie,” “Mc, save your breath you’ll be okay I promise!” “I’m sleepy, Belphie....I’m.. Gonna nap here with you,”

- He stared at them like they were crazy, but deep down he knew this was their way of having one last happy moment with him. He nodded and held them, avoiding the area where the wound was and crying as he held onto them, feeling the last of their breaths and the life leave their body

- He turned into his demon form. He sees it now

- He shouldn’t have been hating humans, no, they weren’t to blame at all.

- It was the angels, they were the ones who kept taking away his loved ones. They were the ones who needed to pay.

- When everybody had gathered in the room, mourning MC’s departure, Belphie looked up and saw Simeon crying while trying to push Luke away from the bloody scene

- Belphie lunged at Simeon pushing him down before reaching his claws into the Angel’s throat, ripping it out as Luke and the others watched in terror

- Diavolo locked Belphie away for killing the angel and Belphie felt not an ounce of regret.

- Now father will feel the pain of losing someone so special, since he knew Simeon was one of his favorite angels

- Whichever guard allowed an angel to sneak by with a weapon is to be beheaded

- This was supposed to be a nice elegant ball with MC as the prince’s date

- But he turned to face a noble man to talk for a moment when he felt MC grip suddenly tighten harshly on his hand, and when he turned he was mortified to see a knife in their chest and an angel fleeing as quickly as possible

- Diavolo goes on a rampage, chasing the angel before ripping his head off with his bare hands

- He held MC’s body and cried for hours, begging Barbatos to bring them back in time again to save themselves once more from the cruel death they’d been forced to have

- He decided to hell with the Celestial realm, only the humans and Devildom shall be united, God had taken things too far with MC’s death

- He sent troops to the celestial realm and offered the seven demon brothers a second chance at taking down their dad, but with him and his army on their side this time

- When he does eventually rampage his way to god the battle is intense and nearly destroys all three realms, Diavolo was desperate to avenge MC and came very close to killing god with his bare hands

- He had done so much to prevent this. He’d known this future was a possibility so he tried to stop it from becoming the reality he’d lived in

- Where did he mess up? Why was MC’s throat slit right before his eyes?

- His usual poker face or sly smirk was nowhere to be seen as he cried on Diavolo’s shoulder, and Diavolo was happy that Barbatos allowed himself to be vulnerable with him, but saddened to see what had caused it

- Barbatos constantly blames himself, and whenever anyone suggest traveling to an alternate universe where they survived, he’d say no because that wasn’t his MC and he didn’t want to take them away from their version of him

- He never was vulnerable around anyone ever again

- He also nearly scrubbed every inch of the castle into oblivion, trying so hard to distract himself with cleaning, but no amount of chores could keep his mind away from MC

- When Diavolo suggests that they go to war with the Celestial realm, Barbatos is quick to agree.

- “I’m right behind you my lord, I trust you to guide us to victory,”

- When fighting he came face to face with the angel responsible for killing MC and he made his death slow and painful and forced him to watch his friends and family get slaughtered by the Devildom troops

- No no no

- Surely he had a pact with someone who could fix this

- He is panicking and can’t think of a single demon that could heal a wound as big as MC’s

- He’s sobbing and holding them, wailing and mourning the loss of the only other human to understand and love him

- He was angry, but he knew he couldn’t take on God

- He was moved into the house of lamentation because his anger towards the Celestial realm put the exchange angels in danger

- Asmo ends up trying to cheer him up, trying desperately to get his best friend and pact holder back

- He ends up researching spells to revive them, to no avail

- But he never gives up and Asmodeus and Satan remind him that MC wouldn’t want him to be acting this irrational and wouldn’t want to be revived for a second time

- He eventual realizes all that and gives up his search and just lets himself be sad

- Why? Why would he do this.

- He cries, desperate to find reason in God’s action, very focused on keeping his status as an angel and not fall

- But back in the Celestial Realm, Michael brings up MC’s assassination and Simeon loses all composure and tries to kill Michael, angry that he ever trusted him so much

- MC was an innocent human with no control over their lineage, they were happy, they had hope and were going to do great things, so why?

- Why did God kill an innocent human? He does not understand

- As the battle between Simeon and Michael comes to an end, Simeon is pushed out of the Celestial realm

- His wings blackening, horns sprouting from underneath his shattering halo, teeth growing sharp and the aura surrounding him becoming demonic

- He fell from grace

- He lives with the brothers for the rest of eternity, all mourning MC occasionally and making up ideas on how they could finally bring justice to MC and Lilith’s names

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #obey me luficer #obey me hc #obey me hcs #obey me angst hc #obey me headcanons #obey me headcannon #om! headcanons #obey me headcannons #om! headcannon

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hannie-dul-set · 3 years

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US, AGAIN | four.

SUMMARY. they say history repeats itself, but you’d like to disagree. you had to disagree. history changes, even if you had to force it. but when all your attempts to twist fate were met by nothing but the flashing recurrences of the past, what were you supposed to do?

or, wherein you try everything in your power to have nothing to do with na jaemin, but na jaemin wants nothing but you.

PAIRING. na jaemin x female! reader GENRE. college! au, historical! au, soulmate! au, past lives, forbidden love stuff, reincarnation, romance, drama, humor, angst, fluff, looots of flashbacks, this is an entire kdrama, very loosely inspired by the webtoon “see you in my 19th life” WARNINGS. (for this chapter only) swearing, night terrors, hospital mentions, passing out, the works hgdhjasf WORD COUNT. 5.1k

NOTE. I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG <///3 but life is life thank god we only have to go through this once unlike our dearest mc HJGASDJSF anyway!! lots of jaemin fluff here!! you’ll want to punch him in the face!! hope u enjoy <3

CHAPTER FOUR: why the sun sets and rises

(Running.

Through the winding branches that cut into the air, the silver lake, the jagged ground, the clouds in the wind at each and every shallow pant, you were running—

A gunshot.

—running until your legs gave away.)

You woke up in a cold sweat.

God.

Looking around, you noticed that it was far too early for you to be awake— the hazy light that barely slipped through the thin curtains, the desolate silence that seemed to have consumed your room whole, and the bedside digital clock down below you that said 6:21AM in big bold letters, indicating that you should be fast asleep especially after staying up at ungodly hours in the morning finishing up an assignment. But even after burying your head in between two of your pillows, you couldn’t even suffocate yourself into unconsciousness.

You groaned and jumped off of the top bunk.

When your feet landed on the floor, you had expected to see Seungah’s ghost of a face lying sideways on the bottom bunk, but all that met you was a small, neon orange sticky note laying soundly on her smoothed out pillow. ‘Had to leave early to the diner! Eat the breakfast I made you or else xoxo’, it said. You sighed.

There was no point mulling over the past when you had an entire future to take care of.

“Oh my gosh.”

Hong Nabi was in shock with what she saw when she arrived at the benches by the garden to work on your group assignment today. It was shocking to the point that she dropped all her binders and papers onto the pavement.

You sighed, sliding out of your seat to help her. She spared you a few, quick glances as the both of you were slouched on the floor, and he couldn’t help but bite her bottom lip in worry. The Y/N that was usually so cool, so put together, and so unbothered looked like she was casket ready. That, or ready to star in a Tim Burton animation.

“Is it Halloween today..?”

“Let’s just get this thing started,” you groaned, finally finished cleaning things up and you were now back onto your seat. Nabi sat right in front of you, organizing her now jumbled up material. She wanted to ask if you were okay— but would that be offensive considering that you were very clearly not? Still, she opened her mouth to speak, but was scared into silence when you suddenly cursed out loud. “Since when did this become a paired project? Where the hell are they?”

Nabi pressed her lips together, looking around. “I’m not sure.”

You still had around two weeks more until the presentation, but that didn’t mean that they could slack off as much as they wanted. In a fit, you grabbed your phone from your sling bag, exasperatedly tapping on the fragile screen that Nabi was almost sure that you were going to break it, but before you managed to burst a vein, an incoming sound of noises and laughter approached your ears.

Boys will be boys, but you weren’t having any of that shit.

“Yah,” the moment Jeno, Renjun, and Donghyuck showed up at your table as if nothing was wrong, you decided to smack the nearest head with a rolled up sheet of stapled paper. “Didn’t we agree to start at nine?”

“Yah,” Donghyuck snatched the weapon from you, his other hand focused on caressing the spot on his head that you’d just every so gently smacked. “Don’t you ‘yah yah’ me, missy. Did you forget that you’re younger than us?”

If only he knew.

“Is that so? You should grow a sense of responsibility, then. It doesn’t take fifty fucking years.”

With that, you let out a huff and swung your laptop open.

The rest of the people occupying the table exchanged concerned glances as they shuffled to find seats of their own. They haven’t known you for long, but this type of temperament from you was arguably out of the ordinary. Even when Donghyuck would strike a chord too dangerously, you wouldn’t snap at him— today, you weren’t your usual self, and they all mutually agreed in silence that they were going to tread carefully if they still wanted their heads attached to their necks.

When the sounds of your fingers clicking against the keyboard stopped, they felt their hearts stopping, as well.

You looked up from the laptop screen, proceeding to look around, closed your eyes, and then breathed out. “Where’s Jaemin?”

At that moment they all flipped their phones open, scrolling, clicking, and typing before they can taste any more of your unraveled temper. You had to admit, you were feeling a little guilty for being such a bitch. A part of it was yes, sleep deprivation, shitty nightmares, and a whole truck load of stress can really take a toll on your sanity, but the other part was voluntary.

Jeno looked up, the first person who managed to pinpoint Jaemin’s whereabouts. “He just texted. He says he’s running— oh, there he is.”

There he was indeed, a couple of feet away from where you all were. Once you confirmed that he wasn’t absent, you turned back to continue working, but the rest of them continued to stare at Jaemin, who was barely hanging onto his dear life, sweating and panting. And as they all watched the poor boy breathlessly running towards the table, they all thought of the same thing with one mind, heart, and soul.

Na Jaemin was a dead man.

He pulled up right in front of you, hunched over breathless with his hands on his knees. He stood up and promptly apologized. “Ahh, so sorry for being late. I had to stop by somewhere and there was traffic. I’m really—”

“I didn’t ask about your personal business,” you hummed, not even looking at him. Everyone, not only Jaemin, flinched at your explicit coldness. “Did you get the files that we need?”

He looked at you. You weren’t looking at him, but you knew he was looking at you.

“...Yeah. Hold on.”

As if the mood wasn’t already shit earlier, it actually turned into absolute horse crap after Jaemin arrived. It wasn’t his fault, really, but circumstance after circumstance didn’t exactly paint the prettiest picture of him. When the clock finally struck eleven in the morning, everyone except you all released a synchronous sigh. “We’re done today, right?” Renjun asked, and you responded with a quick nod, noticeably a lot more mellow than earlier.

Nabi stood up and started fixing her things. “I’ll send everything later to you tonight, Y/N,” she smiled at you.

“Yeah, sure,”’ you hummed, nodding. “Thank you.”

The four boys froze. Why were you being nice to her? Of course, their complaints were verbalized into nothing more than silent whines, groans, and grumbles that easily flew above your ears, Jaemin being a lot more quiet about voicing his complaints than the rest despite taking most of your attacks.

Still, even if you were being particularly thorny to him, he thought it would be a good idea to speak out just as you were about to leave. “Do the both of you have any classes after this? We were planning on getting lunch together,” he said. “Would you like to join? My treat.”

You looked at him. There was a polite smile on your face. Evidently forced.

“No, thanks.”

Donghyuck let out a genuine gasp.

“Did she just—” he stammered, switching his sight back and forth from Jaemin to you. “Did she just turn down a free meal offer?”

“She did,” you sighed, rolling your eyes as he continued to gawk at you. You picked up your heavy bag from the bench seat. “I gotta get going. Have fun, you guys.”

And you let them just like that, with five pairs of eyes trained at the back of your head until they finally lost sight of you.

For someone like you, the bulletin boards at the bus stops were like a gold mine. A gold mine of part-time jobs just waiting to be filled. There were flyers haphazardly plastered onto the board, all in different colors and different fonts. You bit a chunk off of the granola bar that served as your lunch for today, eyes meticulously scanning the available offers, a few flyers already wedged in between your armpit.

“Hair salon assistant— can’t do that. Diner waitress— a hard maybe. Already have a restaurant job pending, my shifts might clash. Library assistant? Alright, I need to check it out further, though. What about a movie— oh!— oh my god, you scared me.”

“What are you doing here, Y/N?”

Sooah suddenly appeared beside you, looking up as she clutched her backpack straps. You let out a sigh of relief upon the realization that it was just her.

“Fancy seeing you here, cadet,” you hummed, folding the neatly folding the few flyers that you had and shoving into your sling bag along with the emptied granola bar wrapper. “Are your classes over?”

“Mhm! I’m waiting for my mom to pick me up.”

“Aren’t you honored to spend time with me as you wait?”

You let out a chuckle, sitting down on the wooden seat, patting down the empty spot beside you, and Sooah happily hopped to sit down right away. Peeling off one of the flyers stuck onto the board, you decided to fold it— once, twice, countless more times until the flat, square piece of paper was now shaped into a lotus flower. Sooah beamed in amazement.

“Y/N,” she started, and you dropped the little paper flower onto her tiny hands. She placed it on her lap before looking up to you, large eyes hinted with curiosity. “The story you told us last time— was it a true story?”

You suddenly felt a chill in the air.

“...Why do you ask?”

“Oh, well,” she mused. “My mommy is a Korean Literature teacher at my school, but she teaches a grade above me. Sometimes, I’d go through her stuff to read some stories that I haven’t read in my class, and the other day—”

Uh oh.

After living for twelve whole lifetimes and currently going through your thirteenth, there was always this feeling that haunted you all throughout, a feeling that you were all too familiar with. It was gnawing, grinding, and chewing up the bottom most part of your gut. A warning sign for something bad to come.

You were definitely feeling that right now.

“—I found the same story as the one you told us, big sis.”

Yep. It was never wrong, and it never will be. You bit down your bottom lip.

“And I found something interesting!” oh, how much more must anxiety drown you, but Sooah seemed so excited that you didn’t have the heart to stop her. You raised a brow, urging her, and she smiled brightly. “You said you don’t remember the girl’s name, right?”

“Yeah…”

“Y/N! She has the same name as you!”

Of fucking course.

“The last name is different, though—” she added as an afterthought. “She was Song Y/N, and you’re not. Still. Isn’t it really cool?”

Not cool at all. You wanted to scream, maybe cry a little and lose a generous chunk of your mind, because as far as you knew, there had never been an instance where you had heard of this story being shared to the public— to an entire class, nonetheless. It shouldn’t matter, right? It wasn’t your life anymore. Just an old, tragic tale passed on from mothers to their children as a bedtime story.

But somehow, it made you feel vulnerable.

How many more people knew about this?

“But, sis. You’re kind of a dummy, though. How could you forget someone’s name when it’s the same as yours?”

Sooah questioned, tilting her head, but it eventually washed pon her that you weren’t looking all too well. You had your lips splayed into an evident frown, worry creasing your forehead, which she could not at all get. Were you okay?

“Did you finish reading all of it?”

You asked after a bout of silence. Sooah shook her head in response. “No, not yet,” she huffed. “My mom caught me making a mess out of her things and scolded me.”

That’s good, you thought. At least she didn’t make it to the end— that would only complicate things. After a second of deliberation, you figured that this would be the best move if you played your cards right.

“Sooah,” you started. “Do you think your mom will let me borrow that story?”

The next day, your classes were all condensed into the afternoon— a deliberate decision to allow yourself to recharge in bed for the entire first half of the day.

But right now it was eight in the morning, yet you were already busying yourself inside the campus.

No, you didn’t have a group meeting today, neither did you have any prior commitments needed to be accomplished here in school, but you figured after not having a single fucking blink of sleep last night thanks to Sooah’s revelations yesterday, you might as well head to school early to apply for the part-time job at the library. Only one problem— where was the library?

It was eight in the morning. You had been here since seven-thirty. Not a single bookshelf in sight. You opted to just give up and mold yourself into the floor because you couldn’t even ask anyone for directions because no one was there.

Well. Almost no one.

You had just passed by a single living soul earlier as you were trudging around the bottom floor like a zombie, but you completely missed him. Na Jaemin caught your disheveled figure marching through the hallways earlier, evidently lost, as he left the faculty office with a steaming hot cup of coffee in his hands. He immediately brightened upon seeing you— as if his bloodstream was directly charged with caffeine, but he didn’t come around to approaching you until now. He couldn’t get the timing.

Even now, as he discreetly tailed behind you without your knowledge, he didn’t know when was the appropriate time to give you a simple ‘hello’. He pressed his lips together, taking in a sharp breath through his nose, and decided screw it— you wouldn’t even be happy to see him no matter the timing.

He picked up his pace and sounded from right behind you.

“Morning, group leader.”

You stopped, swiveling your heels around, and he was met with your grimacing face.

As expected. He gave you a blinding smile.

“How are you?”

“My morning is shit, thank you very much,” you spat. “Even more now, after seeing you.”

Ouch.

Jaemin knew that you weren’t exactly fond of him, and he’d spent too many hours wondering why. Maybe you just disliked him without bearing much of a reason. Some people were like that, but he didn’t hold it against you. He still pressed on with a smile.

And it irritated you.

(You believed that it was irritation, or made yourself believe. Yeah, let’s go with irritation.)

“Now, what do you want?” you crossed your arms, shifting your weight to one leg as you looked at him with exasperation. “You’re definitely not here to ask me about our assignment, right? I’m not sure if you’re aware, but I might as well say it to your face for your own good.”

You roughly shoved a finger to his chest, mustering up not a glare— but a plain look of disinterest.

“I don’t like you.”

Jaemin simply looked at you.

“You don’t like me.”

“No matter what you try to do, that won’t ever—wait, what? What the fuck?” you had to double take, expression suddenly morphing into a comical confusion, which Jaemin found cute, but of course he couldn’t say that out loud. He settled with the same smile as earlier, which you found a little more irritating as much as it was conflicting this time around. Within a second of silence, you felt heat slowly rising and you felt it slowly getting to your head. “You’re just gonna take that...as that?”

He let out a hum, shrugging. “I can’t dictate how you feel, can I?”

You gawked at him.

“You’re not even gonna ask why? Not even gonna protest?”

“Do you want me to?” he leaned forward, face a little closer to yours, smile a little more irritating than before, the heat growing a little more prominent than ever, your grasp on your consciousness becoming a little more hard to hold than earlier. You felt yourself getting caught in a stammer. “I would, if you want me to.”

Fuck this shit and fuck it completely.

“Where are you going?”

“None of your business,” you stormed off before you could find yourself getting caught inside a heatwave, breathing out long, fervent breaths to calm yourself down, the dizzying heat slowly getting to your head making you woozy. It would be a bad idea to even turn around and look at him. “I’d appreciate it if you don't follow me.”

Jaemin frowned when he saw your back yet again. He felt like this was the only thing he’d seen from you— your back perpetually facing him without any hope of you even turning around to spare him a quick glance, but he didn’t want to go against your wishes. He wasn’t planning on following you. But when you suddenly collapse on the floor a few feet away from him—

Thud.

—what else was he supposed to do?

(“Your Highness.”

It was without question that he’d answer your call sparing not even a second to waste with those gentle eyes of his, and this time was no different. The only difference being the quirk of his lips— pursed, pouting. He stepped away from the bush of azaleas, and stepped closer to you.

“I thought I told you not to call me that anymore,” he huffed, languidly dropping beside you on the stone bench, taking your hands into his with an earnest glimmer. “Say it. I want to hear you. Please?”

It was impolite to laugh at the prince— a punishable crime by itself. You were fortunate that he liked you enough.

“Your Highness,” you hummed. His shoulders drooped down, visibly dampening, but he shook his head with a newfound resolve and instead lended all of his attention to you, instead. “It is without saying that the very breath you take is incomparable to any person on this land—”

Your gaze darted upwards, looking at him.

“—but why do you choose to come see me everyday in the garden? Even when I am not around?”

He was still for a moment, fazed and the littlest bit taken aback, but not a second too long for you to spare any worry. A newfound smile playing on his lips, he lifted up your hands that he was holding, pressing a tender kiss on your knuckles.

“Why does the sun rise in the east and set in the west every single day?”

He looked at you, continuing.

“Just because it was made that way.”)

“Daegang.”

The whisper that you sounded in your state of unconsciousness caught Jaemin’s ears as he carried you to a vacant room inside the campus hospital. He looked down at you, your voice as clear as day despite the hoarseness of it, peeling himself away from your closed eyes, lashes fluttering above your cheeks before he could stumble over his own feet.

When he gently dropped you on to the bed, the mattress sinking underneath your weight, his windpipes nearly closed, a choking noise escaping the moment he felt you tug him down by the sleeve of his shirt, but he maintained his composure. He dropped your sling bag onto the bedside table, taking notice on the colorful piece of paper peeking out of the bag’s zipper mouth, a huff of a smile when he closed it up. Even you can be a little disordered, sometimes, he wondered in amusement as he gazed down on you.

Jaemin let out a huff of breath, dropping down the chair placed beside your bed, and he pulled out his phone to send a few messages here and there. An hour passed. He noticed you stirring underneath the sheets.

“Ah, you’re awake!”

Maybe you were, maybe you weren’t. You couldn’t tell if the blurred out silhouette of the face you have grown to both hate and love was a mere figment of your memories, or if he was actually real. There was the temptation brought about by your disorientation— to stretch your arm out to his face just to make sure, but you were lucky that your flimsy consciousness came at just the right time before you were to do anything regretful.

“Ugh.”

“You’ve been out for over an hour. Maybe you should just skip your remaining classes today,” at that point you were sure he was real. Na Jaemin had worry laced all over his voice, expression, and posture. It wasn’t a sight welcome to your peace of mind when you had just woken up after passing the fuck out. “What happened? Did you not get enough sleep? Did you skip breakfast? I asked Jeno to buy some food just in case you wake up and I’m not here, but you were unconscious for longer than I expected.”

“I’m fine, I’ll just—”

A regretful action. You tried to stand up, but all that happened was you falling pathetically back onto the bed.

“...”

“Don’t push yourself, Y/N,” Jaemin sighed, tucking you back in and placing a hand on your forehead, and by god you could hear the alarm bells ringing in your ears. “I checked earlier. It doesn’t seem like you have a fever. Oh? You’re starting to heat up, maybe you actually do—”

“I don’t!”

Was it possible to voluntarily pass out?

You threw the blanket over your head.

It was fortunate that he didn’t decide to press on, and instead he just left you alone underneath your makeshift tent to calm the sudden blazing of your face. Did he know that you were embarrassed? Oh god, did he know that it was because of him? Not that it was, of course, but it wasn’t unlikely for him to assume that he was the cause of your sudden temperature rise. It would be much better for him to believe that you did have a fever. Fuck, you should have just told him that you were sick.

“Knock knock,” outside of your blanket shield, you felt something lightly pressed at the side of your head, prompting you to peek outside, just enough for your eyes to be exposed. When you turned around, you were met by a box of Orion Choco Pie, just one of the few snacks that he had brought for you. “Here, have this. Eat.”

You blankly stared at the red box.

“What are you waiting for?”

“Leave it. I’ll eat once you leave.”

“No can do, missy,” Jaemin clicked his tongue, and without your consent, grabbed your nearest hand and opened it into a palm, placing the far too large box on top of it. “I have to make sure that you actually finish it.”

He was resilient.

Much like someone else, you grumbled, opening the packaging and stealing one of the cakes nestled inside. He had a satisfied smile on his face— almost like a proud parent watching his four year old daughter writing her name for the first time. You wanted to throw the damned snack to his face, but voted against the act and took a bite from it instead. “Fine. But for your information, I might have passed out because I barely got any sleep last night, so stop wasting your worries.”

“That doesn’t make things any better,” he said. “How am I supposed to stop worrying after hearing that? You should take care of yourself, Y/N.”

“I can take care of myself, thank you very much.”

“I’m not buying it. I have to make sure that you’re getting enough sleep every day.”

“What the fuck? Do you think you’re my mom, or something?”

“No, what the hell? Don’t make things weird,” He grimaced, looking at you in disbelief. Holy fuck. You nearly broke out into a fit, if you were being honest. Na Jaemin who was usually all smiley and kind was looking at you with an expression that you were sure his facial muscles didn’t even have the knowledge to conjure. His next words were nothing more than a low grumble. “How can she think I want to be her mom when I like her? Jeez.”

The choco pie that you’d been eating threatened to climb back up your throat.

“Wh— What the fuck?”

“What?” Jaemin replied naively. “One more time? Should I repeat it? Y/N, I like—”

“Okay, okay, I got it the first time, please—!”

Dear lord, he was going to be the death of you. You took in a long, sharp, painful breath.

“I get it.”

Jaemin looked at you with a small smile. He didn’t seem like he was going to continue teasing, so you quickly scared down the remaining chocolate snake inside the box so that you could slip away from him as soon as possible. That wasn’t the best idea, though, because the choco pie almost ended up going down the wrong throat and the guy was sure to freak out over it. Luckily you managed to get away with forcing it down and having Jaemin only looking at you with a minimal amount of concern.

It was time to get the fuck out of here.

“Thank you for the food, Jaemin, but I need to get going,” he didn’t even get the chance to say anything, but you were already on your feet, ready to set out to the door. You looked back at his frozen stature before reaching out for the door handle. “I’ll pay you back some other time.”

You bowed politely. Jaemin had only gotten back to his senses once he’d realized that he couldn’t see your face anymore, only the back of your head— a sight that he’s used to seeing, a reminder of where he stood. He scrambled to his feet and took off after you.

“Wait, you should drink water first! And take these with you! Y/N—”

Shit. He didn’t want you to leave yet. Not when he’s finally had a proper conversation with you. The two of you were already out in the hallway, the glimpse of light from the heavily clouded sky leaking through the windows and coloring the white walls and floor with an out of place brightness and at one point the light stuck on you. It was difficult to match your pace— staying not too far behind, not right beside you, never ahead of you. He swallowed.

Jaemin felt bad about pulling this, but he couldn’t think of any other way to make you stay.

“Daegang.”

You froze on the spot.

There was a heavy weight anchoring Jaemin’s conscience, falling even heavier as you slowly turned around to face him. It fell to the bottom of his stomach the moment he caught your expression.

“How—” you stammered. “Where did you get that name?”

He pressed his lips together tightly, a considerable distance between the both of you as he averted his eyes. “You muttered it earlier while I was carrying you.”

“C—carrying?”

How else would he have hauled you over to the campus hospital? But an obvious fact such as that was still enough to dumb your IQ a couple of notches down. You would have been fine if he didn’t mention it and leave you in your blissful ignorance, but he just had to drill the existence of that fact that you were in his fucking arms when you had sworn to be a piece of shit to him.

The heat was rising to your head again just like earlier.

“Ah.”

You heard Jaemin utter a sound from a few steps in front of you— a light grumble, you’d assumed, but you weren’t entirely sure— and it was at that moment that you’d realized how freaking awkward the distance between the both of you was. Were you social distancing?

His hollow sigh and evident pout threw all of those meager thoughts out the window.

“Is he the reason why I can’t get close to you?

What the hell does he mean?

“An ex you can’t over?”

You broke into a coughing fit. Jaemin instantly ran over to you in panic, patting your back to help appease the violent coughs, but in reality he wasn’t of any help at all because his palm was barely touching you. “Holy fuck”—cough—“oh god. I guess— I guess you can say that...?”

“Sorry,” he mumbled from behind you. “I shouldn’t have brought it up. It must be a sensitive topic.”

“If you knew that it was touchy then why bring it up in the first place,” you shot him a glare, looking back, but it was less threatening and more questioning. You couldn’t bring yourself to get mad at him at this point. He stood there in blatant guilt, his expression, stature, and demeanor without any intention of hiding it all. This was why you couldn’t get mad at him. Jaemin was transparent.

You weren’t sure if it was just his nature or if it had something to do with you.

You wouldn’t know what to do if it was the latter.

His lips finally parted after a moment of silence to answer you— even if you hadn’t expected an answer in the first place.

“I didn’t know how else to make you talk to me a little longer.”

You didn’t know what to do, at all.

Jaemin’s cheeks were stained with a shade of pink and fuck— you could see in his eyes that were looking at you, trying not to look at you, that he was bearing all the sleeves of his heart to you without an ounce of regret, but a euphemism of the bright red color that he was trying to hide.

God.

Why did you have to meet him in this life?

“Why?” you voiced, quiet. “Why do you like me so much? You don’t even know me that well, and I’m not even in any way nice to you.”

He didn’t answer.

“So, why?”

For a moment, Jaemin kept quiet, as if waiting for the pink to fade from his cheeks before doing anything, but it never did. Even when his lips stretched into a closed smile, his eyes crinkling and showing the stars that weren’t in the sky, he was still tinged with that soft, powdery color.

He didn’t wait. He didn’t wait for you to speak when he left— when he left right after saying two words that stretched inside your mind until the sun set in the west and the skies turned pink.

“Just because.”

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lizzielikeborden · 3 years

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Grief

Request: No, just thought of it on the fly :)

Authors Note: Hey all! Please be sure to let me know when you want tagged in writing! I do have taglists started, but if you want to be tagged anytime I write for a specific character, fandom, or series please let me know to add you to the list. Requests are always open and yes I will write any type of writing.

Summary: After one of your best friends passes away unexpectedly it becomes a murder case. Your boyfriend Spencer is assigned to the case because her death looks to be apart of more than just one killing. As if the grief was not hard enough to cope with a break in happens, and it happens to be none other than the killer himself.

You couldn’t believe it. The friend you had grown up with, taking pictures with, had dozens of sleepovers with, done so many stupid things none of which either of you regretted, and loved like a sibling was gone. They were healthy and with your help kept themselves safe had somehow passed away. You could feel it in your bones, the sadness, the way you knew you would never see them again. You could never hug or laugh together or call at unreasonable hours. You no longer had anyone to call and tell those things that happened to you or the latest gossip from your family. That person was completely gone and there is nothing you could do about it. So there you stood, next to the grave hand-in-hand with the only other love you currently had. Spencer was used to seeing these things, the funeral didn’t bother him, and neither did the dead body in the casket. The only thing that got to Spencer was the deep sobs and cries coming from you. You weren’t used to these things and you especially never thought you’d be there in that situation. As the priest talked, Spencer held your hand and kept you as close as possible. Once the service was finally over, he felt the worst about having to take you away from the casket. The car was silent, Spencer didn’t know what to say or what to do. He wasn’t all that sensitive to the situation due to the nature of his job. But he didn’t wanna upset you further so he drove the two of you home.

“Spencer.” You choked out his name quietly, you weren’t far from the apartment the two of you shared.

“Hm? Yes?” He was a little nervous to speak, only because he was afraid of making your current situation worse.

“Please tell me you think this was an accident or natural causes.” You sighed as the car stopped. The two of looked at each other, tears fell from your eyes quietly.

“Why are you thinking I thought anything else?” He reached a hand out and wiped the tears that just wouldn’t stop falling.

“I remember the way you looked at me when I told you something had happened to them, and I saw how you were looking at her body. “ You stopped his hand by grabbing his wrist and he squeezed your hand tightly.

“I can’t lie to you. You know that Y/N.” He squeezed your hand a bit harder, he couldn’t look you in the eyes, he heard you take in a deep breaths and knew more sobs would follow.

You released his hand and looked down at your feet, unbuckling your seatbelt, and opening the car door. Once you stepped out you heard Spencer do the same, you weren’t mad at him, you just knew he was right. You walked faster than him almost jogging to the apartment. He followed as close behind as he could. The door was locked when you jiggled on the handle to get in, Spencer had the keys. His footsteps were close behind and soon enough directly behind you. He reached around you and unlocked the door, the second he did you bolted through and ran into the bedroom, locking yourself in. Spencer walked in way after you, he knew you were upset and wanted to give you space but also knew that too much space could have bad results. He sat on the couch for hours not sure what to do next until his phone rang.

“Dr. Spencer Reid, who’s this.” He didn’t even care to read who it was.

“Uh Derek? We need you down here as soon as possible there’s been a break in that triple homicide case. Turns out it is way more than triple and we have a few possible suspects. Evidence has been recovered from a death that was ruled as natural causes that it wasn’t that at all.”

“I know, I know who you’re talking about, I just came from the funeral. I’ll be there soon.” Spencer hung up the phone before Morgan could make another comment or say anything in response to him.

Spencer rose from his seat and walked to the bedroom door, he knocked gently,

“You might not wanna talk to me, but I have to get in the room, I need some things for work.” He realized what he had said a little too late.

It took a couple minutes but the knob of the door finally turned, there you stood. Puffy eyes, puffy face, tear stains, messy hair, and still with funeral clothes on. You went to move out of his way and Spencer couldn’t take it, he grabbed your arm slightly pulling you toward him. You broke down into tears, your knees gave out and you held onto his shoulders, and he held you up.

“I know your case involves them.” You choked out.

Spencer had no response to you, instead he held you a little tighter, you spoke again,

“If this wasn’t by nature, just figure out who did it.” You whispered. He pulled back from you, keeping his hands on your arms, he nodded yes at you,

“Before I go, please change out of the funeral clothes.” He kissed your head. You nodded and walked away from him but he followed. He couldn’t bear to see you breakdown again, so he opened the drawers and got some clothes out for you to wear. That consisted of one of his shirts and comfortable shorts. Then he stepped behind you and unzipped your dress and help you out of it and into the pajamas he picked out. You sat down on the bed and he got his brief case and some other things ready to go. Before he stepped out the bedroom door knowing you wouldn’t follow him he walked back over to you. The two of you shared a kiss and a hug. Spencer didn’t want to leave you but had to, so he did.

Exactly three days went by, which may not seem like a long time generally but the feeling of loss and being physically alone made time stand still and never moving forward. You had only showered once and cried the entire time, you only did that because you knew if Spencer was home he would’ve helped you and made sure you took care of yourself. You tried to eat but nothing was appetizing, all you wanted to do was sleep. Mostly that is what you did besides cry and hope to hear Spencer come home. The fourth night dawned upon you and you decided to turn on the tv. You hadn’t had any noise in three days that wasn’t you. A childrens’ cartoon was on, puppet dinosaurs and bright colors came across the screen. You watched a bit, and then heard the door creak open. You automatically assumed it was Spencer so you didn’t move from your seat knowing he would hear the tv and come in. But, he didn’t, no one walked in the room.

“Spencer?” You lightly shouted getting out of bed, you took off your covers and let your feet touch the floor. No one answered.

You tip-toed out of the bed room, down the small hallway, and into the kitchen. There were no lights on, in fact the apartment looked even darker, and the door which should have been unlocked was locked. You could see the lock from where you stood. Something was not right but you couldn’t place it, until something hit you across the back of the head. The object wasn’t strong enough to knock you out and the aim wasn’t good enough to do so either. You fell into the counter and slid down.

“Who the fuck are you?” You yelled. You opened one of the low cabinet doors and threw a glass bowl at them. A string of cuss words left their mouth so they either stepped on something or you hit them.

“You know who I am.” Footsteps got closer and closer, you could feel the person getting closer until their shoes were next to the chair, you could see the shadow. You stood up and started to open cabinets and doors, taking out objects and throwing them at him. You could identify him as a man once you saw his face. He had a knife not a gun and in the dark he was tripping around and getting hit in the head with the things you were haphazardly throwing around. You began to scream the more you were running out of space to throw things and be in a tight space. The moment he got close enough to cause you serious harm the front door burst open, the lights were turned on, and guns were being pointed in every direction. You fell to the floor and he dropped his knife. He was being identified as a killer, you felt a tug on your arm, and heard Spencer’s voice,

“Y/N? Y/N!” Spencer shook you lightly. You looked at him and realized what had just happened. You jumped up into this arms and stood closely against his chest. He kept an arm around you, holding you close. You knew that killer was the one who killed your friend, you also knew that meant the case was closed. The murderer who killed your friends was put to rest, and Spencer was home. Everything was gonna be okay...

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buchananbarnes1991 · 3 years

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Unus Annus Sentence Meme Starter

“Hey buddy buddy buddy buddy!”

“Our long time colleagues are 419 hours a day deny you here!”

“Peoples dream, must first be full of blood!”

“When we arrived in my backyard, we stopped the fire.”

“We quickly eliminated the enemy, and the fight was depressing.”

“Boy am I hungry!”

“Zip zap zop!”

“I don’t know if this was your idea, but we’ll roll with it.”

“This wouldn’t be the first time like, ‘hey I’ve got an idea.’ when we told you it weeks ago.”

“With the guidance of a guardian angel, you can do anything.”

“What am I teaching you how to do?”

“You don’t need to make it! I’m making it!”

“Have you washed your hands? You should wash your hands.”

“You can have the knife when you need the knife.”

“Close the door and never go back!”

“I want you to do something for me. Take a balloon, stretch it out..nice and wide.”

“Some of us are more gifted than others.”

“Okay, so what are we doing here? What is this?”

“I think that the way that I’d kill you is..’take you by the hands. come this way. I’ve got something to show you. just something you HAVE TO SEE.’ “

“In highschool. I dated a girl...her name was, Abigail. Very smart and driven. I was a stupid boy.”

“I still hadn’t let go, but they called me to tell me. She’d let go.”

“She looked down at the ground and then looked back up me. She giggled a bit and then said ‘Oh, don’t you know? I have feelings for Troy.’ “

“When you’re a late bloomer and you spend most of your time alone in a dark room with various ‘websites’, it turns out that feeding my entire adolescences with perverted thoughts from various unsavory sources makes a distorted impression of the act of making love.”

“After about thirty minutes of dry thrusting, I found myself incapable of completion.”

“The first time I ever had sex, I had to fake my own orgasm..just to get it over with.”

“I too was a late bloomer. I didn’t know anything about intercourse or foreplay or anything.”

“We heard the tent unzip, her thirteen year old brother came through the tent! He didn’t see us. But, we were there. He said ‘Dinner’s ready.’ Under the protection of the sleeping bag we were replied ‘OKAY!’, He exited and I-- *giggles* exited.”

“I think that’s enough therapy for one day. Remember, it’s okay to talk about embarrassing of your life.”

“You stand here..I’m gonna take my shoes off.”

“I need to climb around you.”

“Using teamwork and trust and...t-t-t....team work, you get one person from one end of the body, all the way around to the same end.”

“You think you know us, but we only show you what we want you to see.”

“Let’s get climbing.”

“I thought we were gonna watch a movie.”

“And then I PILE DRIVE YOU’RE SPINE...paralyzed for life.”

“I AM ALWAYS STABLE. Don’t even try to unstablize me.”

“Felt like an emotional burden unloaded.”

“Death comes for all of us and we’ve gotta prepare.”

“It’s a beautiful world, with a lot of caskets.”

“I’m just thinking about America...it’s not a great time to think about America.”

“Can we see some different caskets? Can you show us some metal ones, some wood ones?”

“Let’s start with the highest! And then we’ll work down to where we’re comfortable.”

“Why is Mahogany like the universally known wood? It’s used in all the movies, everyone talks about it. If they want quality, they want a Mahogany.”

“Obviously it’s a beautiful wood, but what makes Mahogany so special?”

“With Mahogany if you look at it. If you pass your eyes to the side, it changes. It goes with you.”

“You are supposed to be buried in dirt. From dust to dust.”

“I don’t want it to be too comfortable. I’d like to stay alert.”

“I don’t know, what does it mean to be afraid? I’m not afraid of death.”

“I don’t like the feel of velvet. I mean, I’ll touch it.”

“Mmh....velvet...”

“That’s the thing! Like old production stuff was built to last, FOREVER!”

“For now you can kneel.”

“They’re Nigerian dwarf goats. They’re gonna be your yoga partners today.”

“I twisted a man into a pretzel. I could do the same to you.”

“I twisted myself into a pretzel.”

“It’s so much more fun to do a plank with a goat on your back.”

“The goats come to you. The motto that we like to have it ‘trust the goats.’ “

“Oh, wait. Wait! I didn’t know we were competing.”

“When I did hot yoga. I kicked everyone’s ass.”

“There’s a lot goatin’ on.”

“You flinchy bastard.”

“Alright, there’s a goat there.”

“I always tell people that they will fire their massage therapists because goat massages are way better.”

“Yeah, it’s real firm.”

“Ow, oh god. Your tallons!”

“Oh, tight pants..tight pants!”

“Those are quitters who think that you have to have the perfect conditions to do things but if you can do things in times of adversity that’s when you know you’re really committed to a cause!”

“Anyone want kisses?”

“It’s okay to show emotions.”

“CRY LITTLE BITCH, CRY!”

“No one’s crazy enough to do it!”

“We knew this year was going to be hell.”

“Hey! Seven days..”

“There’s always still time for things to go wrong.”

“We’ll save them for the future.”

“No, there’s no future.”

“I hope I die in a hilarious way. I hope my death can be told as a joke, like it’s so funny how I died. People can get one last joy. One last laugh.”

“I’m not afraid of death, but I am afraid of dying.”

“Okay, we only have our sixth sense to see with. Okay? Much like Bruce Willis in the show Sixth Sense, spoiler, I know it��s new. He sees dead eggs everywhere.”

“You can do it with dominoes too, but be careful with that one cause once to get a hundred or more dominoes and you spill ‘em all over, it’s gonna take all afternoon to set ‘em back up.”

“So you better fucking see with your brain or else you won’t be able to have a good time.”

“Ouch ouch ouch! That’s not an egg.”

“I think you need to go a little slower.”

“Oh...Puppies!”

“Should we turn on the emergency camper light?”

“I’m just such a neat freak.” “You know we need to try and escape.”

“What a profound man, that shot out the load that is Tony Stark.”

“This is a literal don’t show it. Oh god, all of his nudes are right there!”

“Gone gone, forever.”

“Two idiots cause ten care pile up from buttplug dropedge.”

“Hook car batteries up to my nipples? I’ll say yes every time!”

“I’m not a masochist. I’m really not. I’m glad I have this uninterrupted moment to talk about this. I’m not a masochist. I’m just curious.”

“I’ve never been hit by a car, outside of my car? What’s that like? I DON’T KNOW!”

“Sometimes, I am an idiot and..I match your intelligence level. THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT!”

“We’ve been edging father time for a year.”

“Recognize my face, thank you.”

“Oh it was terrible. You didn’t tell me about all the bears along the way.”

“Nice camel toe.

“Do you want me to get nurse Tracy?”

“When we tried to crush those melons, SHE TOOK TWO!”

“I was thinking the other night, what if the next melon is [insert muses’s name here] skull?”

“I just like doing what I’m told.”

“A man of few words, a man of action.”

“Are our faces being used as Capchas’ now?”

“Thank you god, thats’s a good idea.”

“God said we could!”

“Doesn’t matter what you do, to keep it from ending. Once it ends. It’s gone forever.”

“I don’t know you but you’re here, a lot. I guess you’re fine.”

“I couldn’t get it off, I felt like I was gonna rip your skin off.”

“YOU WERE GONNA RIP MY SKIN OFF.”

“We got all this time that we can relax! We’ve got like a week to relax...”

“Neither of us have ever been pepper sprayed. Let’s get pepper sprayed!”

“It’s burning as if there’s some hot oil.. on my eyes.”

“My eyes are okay now.”

“This fucking sucks so bad.”

“I would not recommend getting pepper sprayed.”

“When I was a young lad. All I had was my imagination and the woodland creatures.”

“You shot me twice! I get to shoot you with a paintball at some point in the future.”

“There is no easy!”

“Math wasn’t my strong suit, nor was anything.”

“He’s an idiot but he can read well.”

“Look at me in the eyes boy, you’ll never be stronger than me.”

“How do you have time for anything, do you not sleep?”

“Your shirt needs to be off.”

“I think you just want me to take my shirt off.”

“Ugh...I’m fine.”

“I need gloves, I need gloves, hang on, I gotta get gloves!”

“I don’t wanna do anything with drainage.”

“What bone would you say hurts?”

“That’s what the picture said to do, breast feed your patient.”

“Your bed’s not very comfortable.”

“THE GONGOOZLER!”

“It not over, it’s close.”

“In six hours, we’re done.”

“It’s hard to say goodbye, but it’s important.”

“Beautiful, a sailor’s dream to come across the mermer.”

“DELETE ME!! CUT ME OUTTA HERE!!”

“I’m being an asshole now.”

“It’s not hope, it’s delusion.”

“You can’t speed your way into heaven!”

“Have you ever looked at your tongue too long in the mirror and it no longer looks like it belongs to you?”

“Biology is just a constant nightmare.”

#Unus Annus #Sentence Starter

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a-cure-for-writers-block · 4 years

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#100 Song Lyric Prompts

No one specifically requested, but I wanted to do this so bad! Here we go...

“Will nature make a man of me yet?”- The Smiths, This Charming Man

“If I leave here tomorrow, would you still remember me?”- Lynyrd Skynyrd, Free Bird

“When my time comes around, lay me gently in the cold dark earth. No grave can hold my body down, I'll crawl home to her.”- Hozier, Work Song

“I don’t think that we should be alone together, when we’re in a room you get my eyes, you open your mouth I’m hypnotised”- The Neighbourhood, Single

“She looks as if she’s blowing a kiss at me and suddenly the sky is a scissor”- Arctic Monkeys, That’s where you’re wrong

“You think you want to be alone, just wait until you’re crying on the shower floor” “They’ve got a pretty face, but they’ve got a pretty empty head.” “But how the hell do you fall in love, the last time I checked you can’t fall in slow mo”- LANY- The Breakup *There were too many good ones in this song, I couldn’t help myself*

“I know it’s mad, but if I go to hell will you go with me or just leave?” - Panic! At The Disco, Do you know what I'm seeing?

“I don’t know who’s protecting me, but we hit it off”- Drake, Sandra’s Rose

“Do me a favour and break my nose, do me a favour and tell me to go away?”- Arctic monkeys, Do me a favour

“Baby just came back around, said she needs time to explore, said I can’t love her no more”- The Neighbourhood, Baby came home

“Just one mistake, you say you’re not in love no more, but was it really love if you can leave me for something so innocent is this the end?”- LANY, Thick and thin

“You can have Manhattan, I know it’s for the best, I’ll gather up the avenues and leave them on your doorstep. I’ll tiptoe away so you won’t have to say you heard me leave.” “You can have Manhattan, the one we used to share, the one where we were laughing and drunk on just being there. Hang onto the reverie, could you do that for me?”- Sara Bareilles, Manhattan

“You don’t love me, big fucking deal, I’ll never tell you how I feel.” “I'll send my best regards from Hell”- Marina and the Diamonds, Starring Role

“I been writing these songs ‘bout how I can’t be with you. I don’t want to be a monster, but I’ve been here for days, drinking too much now I want you, can’t get you off my brain.”- Henry, Monster, Eng. version

“Change lives, get better, yeah that be the plan” “That’s why you see me winning, yeah, even after I lose”- Jay Park, Ask bout me

“Love is not looking over shoulders, Love is you should trust what I told you” “Love is not struggling to say I love you”- 6LACK, Disconnect

“All these people taking miles when you give them an inch, all these followers but who's gonna follow me until the end?”- Drake, Emotionless

“She’s in the rain, you wanna hurt yourself I’ll stay with you, you wanna make yourself go through that pain, It’s better to be held than holding on,”- The Rose, She’s In The Rain *Absolutely love this one, don’t @ me, I will die for the The Rose**

“Sex by the fire at night”- Bruno Mars, That’s What I Like

“I’ve got the good side of you, sent it out into the blue.”- Troye Sivan, Good Side

“Standing by the window, rain falling, I want to have you full in my embrace and tell you, even when I’m born again and love you, even then, will you be with me?”- KREAM, 선물 Gift *Translated*

“It all passes, Someday, For sure, Certainly”- RM, ft. NELL, everythingoes *Translated*

“Please stay as long as you need, can't promise that things won't be broken, but I swear that I will never leave. Please stay forever with me”- Sleeping With Sirens, Scene One- James Dean & Audrey Hepburn

“When you move, I'm put to mind of all that I wanna be, when you move I could never define all that you are to me”- Hozier, Movement

“Wake up and smell the coffee, is your cup half full or empty?”- Billie Eilish, come out and play

“Am I a bad person? Or am I just in pain?”- DEAN, Sulli, Rad Museum, Dayfly *Translated*

“Kiss me on the lips, a secret just between the two of us, deeply poisoned by the jail of you, I cannot worship anyone but you and I knew the grail was poisoned but I drank it anyway”- BTS, Blood Sweat & Tears *Translated*

“When the sun sets and darkness comes, I only remember your warmth, where the stars wrap around us. I’m going there, I’ll be there”- SEVENTEEN, Highlight *Translated*

“I don't ever wanna feel like anything I do ever had a fucking resonance or meant a thing to you.”- Frank Carter & The Rattlesnakes, I Hate You

“You can’t take this away from me, the way I hit the melody, the waves bring clarity, running through me”- Tom Misch, Del La Soul, It Runs Through Me

“It was a lie when they smiled and said you won’t feel a thing”- My Chemical Romance, Disenchanted

“The fog has lifted and things get clear, all the lies pass by like a reel of film. I hate you”- EXO, 내가 미쳐 (Going Crazy) *Translated*

“I’m sorry- no, I’m not sorry, I’m just getting started and my life’s a party”- DEAN, Eric Bellinger, I’m Not Sorry

“Ain’t it fun, living in the real world?”- Paramore, Ain’t It Fun

“Ready or not, we are coming back- yeah, we’re over, we can tell you ‘bout what you need. You can look it up when you’re older”- Evergreen, Cargo Cult

“You, you got so much potential, every moment spent with you I bet was always eventful”- Aminé, Kehlani, Heebiejeebies- Bonus

“Could you imagine the taste of your lips if we never tried to kiss on the drive to Queens? 'Cause I imagine the weight of your ribs if you lied between my hips in the backseat”- Halsey, Roman Holiday

“Forever isn’t for everyone, is forever for you?”- Arctic Monkeys, Snap Out Of It

“Wish you good luck being lonely, I’mma push red every time you phone me. You vow to be a memory”- Ella Mai, ft. Ty Dolla $ign, She Don’t

“I’ve been dazed and confused from the day I met you, yeah I lost my head and I’d do it again”- Ruel, Dazed & Confused

“I just want you closer, is that alright? Baby let's get closer tonight”- Paolo Nutini, Last request

“You have no idea how pretty you are when you wake from sleep, you have no idea how beautiful you look as you get ready for bed”- Zion.T, No Makeup *Translated*

“I was thinking I could fly to your hotel tonight, baby, ‘cos I can’t get you off my mind”- Shawn Mendes, Lost In Japan

“She's soothing like the ocean rushing on the sand, she takes care of me, baby, she helps me be a better man. She's so beautiful, sometimes I stop to close my eyes, she's exactly what I need”- Jeremy Passion, Lemonade

“And her lips are like the galaxy's edge and her kiss the colour of a constellation falling into place”- Arctic Monkeys, Arabella

“It's how you look, not how you feel. A city of glass with no heart”- Queens of the Stone Age, If I Had a Tail

“I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife”- Hozier, Take Me To Church

“Bitter and hardened heart, Oh, aching- waiting for life to start”- Keane, Bend & Break

“When you move I'm put to mind of all that I wanna be, when you move I could never define all that you are to me”- Hozier, Movement

“She said, ‘Baby, I'm afraid to fall in love, 'cause what if it's not reciprocated?’ I told her, ‘Don't rush girl, don’t you rush, guess it's all a game of patience.’”- Pink Sweat$, Honesty

“Share a casket with you, we’ll be buried alive, me and her playing truth ‘til the day we die.”- Granata Ft. Phoniks, You Dont Need Me

“And hope that I had survived yesterday, and today is jealous of tomorrow.”- Emeli Sandé, Breathing Underwater

“Heaven if you sent us down so we could build a playground for the sinners to play as saints, you'd be so proud of what we've made.” Stephen, Crossfire

“Tell me how do you cope with it? How do you sleep with yourself at night? How do you cope with it? How do you sleep with yourself at night?”- blackbear, make daddy proud

“If anyone looks perfect, you look perfect next to me.”- Nick Wilson, Obsolete

“When I meet you after time passes, I’ll know (you were my future), I’ll know (I was your yesterday). When I meet you after time passes, I’ll know (you protected me), I’ll know (I desired you).”- SEVENTEEN (Wen Junhui & Xu Minghao), My I *Translated*

“I need my sex n’ drugs, I need my money first, bless me with all my sins.”- Abhi The Nomad, Ft. Harrison Sands & Copper King, Sex ‘n Drugs

“Naked and fallin' in love, look here I got you. Safe where there's no one to judge, keep it insightful.”- Keiynan Lonsdale, Preach

“All alone, all we know is haunting me, making it harder to breathe, harder to breathe.”- The Neighbourhood, Leaving Tonight

“Now I see you get off of the subway, haven't seen you in months but it's okay. I'd forgotten but I feel the same, hate that I still wish you were...”- Claud, Wish You Were Gay

“A perfect stranger lying next to me, he's playing God with broken figurines. He keeps calling me his little queen and I believe.”- Jake Wesley Rogers, Little Queen (This song deserves way more recognition, make sure to give it a listen!)

“Hell is so close to Heaven, hell is so close to Heaven. Hold on don't look back, you know we're better- we’re better than that. Lost and thrown away, you know we're better- we’re better than that.”- Sleeping With Sirens, The Strays

“Alone tonight, I’m drawing my dreams across the sky farther than I can imagine- She wants it.”- CIX, Movie Star *Translated*

“Yeah I mixed words and some whiskey on the flight just to make sure I landed on time and I wrote me a song I could sing just in case I forgot everything.”- Marc E. Bassy, Last One I Love

“Don't ask questions you don't wanna know, learned my lesson way too long ago.” “Deadly fever, please don't ever break, be my reliever 'cause I don't self medicate”- Billie Eilish, my strange addiction

“And it's worth it, it's divine, I have this some of the time.”- Hozier, Cherry Wine

“And I realize you're mine, Indeed, a fool am I.”- Queens of the Stone Age, No One Knows

“Look in the mirror ‘til I forget everything I know, everything I did was just a way to make the time feel faster.”- Miya Folick, Stock Image

“Do you feel how I feel? Are you numb? Do you tread crystal waters, bound to be stung? Are you scared? If I see you, we're upon, will you dye your hair dark so you're no longer blonde?”- Isaac Dunbar, Cologne

“Tell me; To you I’m bad & hurtful. Because I’ve been busy, you’re hurting. Bad, bad, bad, I’m bad, bad.”- Crush, NAPPA (나빠) *Translated*

“Just for the record, the weather today is slightly sarcastic with a good chance of: A. Indifference or B. disinterest to what the critics say.”- Panic! At The Disco, London Beckoned Songs About Money Written By Machines

“‘Cause you don’t say what you feel, I'm the one driving but you take the wheel. You wanna wait, 'til we're older, I'm the one who started this, but now I just want closure.”- Ieuan, Closure

“Our names carved in the pavement, sealed by what's left of our handprints, now. I told my mom, she'd love to meet you, but it's too bad she won't get the chance to.”- COIN, Malibu 1992

“I'm running outta time to hold you close, running outta time to be your man. I'm just lost in this moment, I've been zoning.”- blackbear, 4u

“Standing on your mama's porch, you told me that you'd wait forever. Oh and when you held my hand, I knew that it was now or never”- Bryan Adams, Summer Of ‘69

“I'll go out, grow my hair too long, sing your least favourite songs at the top of my lungs. I'll go out, kiss all of your friends, make a story and pretend it was me who made this end.”- The Vamps, Hair Too Long

“Getting my mind right, I'll wait 'til the time's right. I'm meaning to tell you why it's hard to sleep at night. There's nothing to fear now, girl, we should be here now. So why don't you hear me out?”- Jeremy Zucker, Ft. blackbear, talk is overrated

“We haven't spoke since you went away, comfortable silence is so overrated. Why won't you ever be the first one to break? Even my phone misses your call, by the way.”- Harry Styles, From the Dining Table

“Look overhead at the stars and the ocean, foggy emotions, moments, erosion. This supernova could cause a commotion, my minds of the notion, you'll still be my motive”- Ansel Elgort, Supernova

“I love that new dress you bought, yeah, you sure look nice. Heard you liked that new restaurant, you know, I've been there twice. And the way that you switch up your hair, all of the moments we've shared, strolling the streets back in Rome, oh, how I wish I was there. It ain't fair.”- Ruel, Face To Face

“Welcome to your life, there's no turning back. Even while we sleep we will find you acting on your best behaviour, turn your back on mother nature.”- Tear For Fears, Everybody Wants to Rule the World

“I'm wide awake, not losing any sleep, I picked up every piece and landed on my feet. I'm wide awake, need nothing to complete myself, no.” Katy Perry, Wide Awake

“If you don't realize, all of the things your life can do you will be left behind, swept up by the storm of those you knew.”- Meltycanon, thankful

“I always knew that we'd be by each other's side forever, now our time has come and I'd be satisfied if we died together. Yeah, our climate's fucked, we might as well enjoy the weather, our time is up and I'd be satisfied if we died together.”- Samsa, Anthropocene

“There's still so much to say, I'm faded, broken, pretending you're on the line, wasting my time. Sinking deeper, watching you spend your night, like I'll be fine and I'll be over this.”- NYK, Faded

“I’d rather go to hell, than be in purgatory, cut my hair, gag and bore me, pull this pin, let this world explode.”- My Chemical Romance, Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na)

“I reached for a shooting star, it burned a hole through my hand Made its way through my heart, had fun in the promised land.”- blink-182, Wishing Well

“Let go of your baggage, but don’t think I don’t understand it’s probably a challenge,”- Isaac Lewis, Fly

“It's been a long night in New York city, it's been a long night in Baton Rouge. I don't remember you looking any better, but then again, I don't remember you.”- John Mayer, Who Says

“They say that love kills, it ain't quite what it seems, don't be shocked when you lost what you called ‘meant to be’.”- StayLoose, Bryce Fox, Sociopath

“When they come for You, I will shield Your name, I will field their questions, I will feel Your pain.”- Kanye West, Ultralight Beam

“Two steps forward, one step back and it won’t be long til my heart attack, yup! And common sense falls second place to the way it feels when you kiss my face, yup!”- The Band CAMINO, 2 / 14

“Leaving empty souls when he avenged, evil spirits flowed, he drank the blood like lemonade.”- Morcheeba, Blood Like Lemonade

“Your smile will become a classic; the brilliance of sunlight, the haziness of the moonlight exist for the sake of promises.”- WayV, Moonwalk

Dear God, I hope you got the letter and I pray you can make it better down here. I don't need a big reduction in the price of beer, but all the people that you made in your image- see them starving on their feet.”- Lawless, Sydney Wayser, Dear God

“Down below, sandy, like the ocean floor, quiet, like I like it; here I'll never be alone.”- slenderbodies, anemone

“I love everything, fire spreading all around my room, my world's so bright, it's hard to breathe but that's alright- hush.”- Sub Urban, Cradles

“I'm telling myself, I'm telling myself, ‘I don't need you anymore’.”- Lia Marie Johnson, Cold Heart Killer

“So I moved to California, but it's just a state of mind, it turns out everywhere you go, you take yourself, that's not a lie. Wish that you would hold me or just say that you were mine- it's killing me slowly.” Lana Del Rey, Fuck it I love you

“See, she knows that I love her, but I don't think she'll stay and she knows that I need her, but my love's lost its weight. Spend my days longing for something real, spend my days stuck in the way I feel.”- JOBA, Sad Saturdays

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Heaven Sent; Part 1

Jin x Reader

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: Minor character death (nothing explicit or descirbed though), grieving families

Nothing felt necessarily different when you woke up this morning. You woke up in the same bed that you had been sleeping in for the past 6 years, in the same tiny house that you had fallen in love with years prior. You went through your shower routine as usual, and the same happened when you did your makeup and hair. You even struggled to wake your daughter Aera up this morning like you always did, because she loved to sleep in just like her daddy. By all accounts, it was a normal morning.

Except it wasn’t, because today was the day that you were burying your husband and Aera’s father.

“Mommy?” Aera called and you hummed in reply as you put the finishing touches on her ponytails. “Are you almost finished?”

“Just about,” you sighed heavily, grabbing two black ribbons and taking the time to tie each of them around the bases of the two ponytails that were in her hair. Once you were done, you picked Aera up and sat down on the edge of your bed, settling her in your lap.

“We need to have a serious talk really quick, ok Love?” You told her and she nodded her head. “You know how Daddy has passed away and how I explained it to you?”

“Yeah,” she mumbled softly.

“Well, today is going to be the last time that you see him for a long time,” you said and her face instantly bunched up.

“Not even when I’m a big grown up?” She wondered and you shook your head sadly.

“No, not even then,” you replied as you reached up and brushed back the baby hairs that framed her face. “But I want you to know that it’s ok to be sad or cry if you want to, and that you don’t have to be strong for me or anyone else.”

“Are you going to cry Mommy?” Aera questioned and you smiled sadly, choosing not to lie to her.

“Yeah I am, because I’m sad,” you nodded.

“Ok,” she agreed easily and you hugged her tightly, your chest tightening at the thought of what was to come.

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The actual service wasn’t that bad, which is something that you had anticipated. It wasn’t until you watched Hae-il’s casket being lowered into the ground that you finally broke down, and it took both your father and Hae-il’s father to haul you away while Aera sat in your mother’s lap, sobbing into her chest.

After everything was said and done, Hae-il’s parents held a small dinner back at their house and family and friends appeared to offer you their condolences.

“I’m so sorry Y/N-ah,” Yoongi whispered, holding his arms open and you immediately fell into them, hugging him firmly as you hooked your chin over his shoulder. You and Yoongi worked together at the same interior designing firm, and you had been at work with him when you had gotten the call that Hae-il had been involved in a horrific car accident. Yoongi, as well as Taehyung who was another of your coworkers, went with you to the hospital where you found out that Hae-il’s injuries were fatal.

“How are you holding up?” Taehyung asked after giving you a quick hug as well, and you shrugged lamely.

“I’m barely holding it together and that’s only because of Aera,” you confessed, taking a second to glance across the room, where Hae-il’s mother Eun Ae was trying her hardest to get Aera to eat something. “This is so fucked up for her.”

“Hey, don’t leave yourself out of that,” Yoongi said softly. “You lost someone too.”

“I know but it’s different for her,” you sighed. “She’s so young, I don’t think she really understands even though I’ve explained it to her the best that I know how.”

“It’s gonna take time Y/N-ah,” Taehyung said and you just hummed in reply. Suddenly, you heard a loud squeal and you whipped your head to the side to see Aera sliding down off of Eun Ae’s lap and running across the room. Your eyes followed her to the front door and your eyes widened when you saw Kim Seokjin standing there.

“Uncle Jin!” You heard Aera cheer, her squeals bouncing throughout the house as Jin picked her up and hugged her to his chest.

“Guys, give me a sec,” you said and after receiving a nod from Taehyung and Yoongi, you turned and walked over to the door.

“How are you, little heart?” Jin asked Aera and she shrugged her shoulders.

“I’m sad,” she answered truthfully and you saw Jin sigh heavily before nodding his head and gently patting her back with one of his large hands.

“That’s ok, because today is a sad day,” he told her. He then looked up and saw you walking towards him, and the same sad smile that had been on everyone else’s face whenever they talked to you today was now on his face as well.

“Hi Y/N,” he greeted you and you did your best to smile, leaning forward and giving him a quick one-armed hug. Jin and Hae-il had met in university, becoming close very quickly and remaining as such throughout the years. You had of course met Jin several times but with him living in Japan overseeing the chain of restaurant that his father owned, you and Hae-il rarely saw him over the last 3 or 4 years. He was Aera’s godfather though, and he loved her almost as much as you and Hae-il did.

“Hey, I didn’t see you at the service,” you muttered and the sad smile on his face turned apologetic.

“My flight was late so I only caught the tail end of it,” he explained. “I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s ok. Besides, Hae-il knows how much you cared.”

“I’m so sorry for your loss Y/N,” he said, and it looked like tears were beginning to form in his eyes. However, he quickly recovered and continued. “You guys meant so much to Hae-il.”

“Thank you,” you nodded. “There’s food and stuff here, so feel free to help yourself.”

“Alright.”

“Aera, why don’t you come with me so that Uncle Jin can eat?” You suggested as you reached out for her but she shook her head and snuggled further into Jin’s suit jacket.

“Wanna stay,” she muttered.

“It’s ok Y/N, I got her,” Jin told you and you raised an eyebrow.

“You sure?” You checked.

“It’s no problem. Besides, I missed my favorite girl,” he smiled, leaning down and kissing the top of Aera’s head. “Did you miss me, little heart?”

“Lots,” she whispered and Jin gave you a small nod as if to say “I told you so” before stepping around you and walking towards the kitchen. As you turned around to watch them, your mother walked up to you.

“Are you hungry Y/N?” Chae-won asked and you shook your head. “I can make a plate for you if you want.”

“I’m not hungry Mom,” you replied.

“You sure? I haven’t seen you eat anything today.”

“I’m fine,” you stated firmly and the tone of your voice showed your mom that you didn’t want to keep talking about it, so she let it go.

“Who was that man carrying Aera just now?” She wondered instead.

“That’s Kim Seokjin. He and Hae-il have been close since University and he’s Aera’s godfather,” you explained.

“That’s the uncle Jin that she’s always going on about then,” your mother chuckled. “He must be great with her, because he’s the first person that she’s let hold her today besides us and Hae-il’s parents.”

“He loves her,” you confirmed. A few seconds of silence passed between the two of you then before your mother sighed heavily, and you already knew what she was going to say.

“Y/N, I really wish you would reconsider our offer to let you and Aera move in with us for a while,” Chae-won said.

“No.”

“You’ve never had to raise Aera alone before and it’s going to be a tough adjustment,” Chae-won continued. “You’re gonna need the support.”

“Maybe so, but I can’t and won’t rip Aera away from the only house that she’s ever grown up in,” you explained. “So much has changed so fast for her, and I don’t want to make any of this harder than it needs to be. Besides, that’s the first house that Hae-il and I bought together and you’re crazy if you think that I’m going to leave it now.”

“Y/N, that’s not what I was trying to-” your mother began to say but you didn’t stick around to hear the rest of her sentence, walking off as you felt the anger coursing through your body. You understood your mother’s intentions, but you also don’t think she understood exactly what it was that she was suggesting. Your house was the place that held the most memories of Hae-il and you would be damned if you were going to leave it now; not when you needed it the most.

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Once the dinner was over and everyone had left, you took Aera back home to get her ready for bed after the long day. You wanted to keep everything as normal for her as you possibly could, so giving her a bath and struggling to get her to brush her teeth the way that she should went on as they always had.

“Mommy? I have a question,” Aera told you as you helped her into her bed, pulling her covers back and watching as she climbed inside before sitting on the edge next to her.

“Yes?”

“Does Daddy love me?” She asked and your eyes widened.

“Of course he does,” you nodded. “Why would you ask me that Aera?”

“Because he left us and it hurts,” she told you. “You said that if someone loves me, then they wouldn’t hurt me.” You sighed heavily, realizing that your previous attempts to instill some self-worth into your five year old were now backfiring horribly.

“Well sometimes, people hurt us even though they don’t mean to or want to,” you began. “Daddy didn’t want to leave us and if he had been able to choose, he would’ve stayed.”

“Really?” Aera’s tone sounded doubtful as she asked.

“Really,” you confirmed, thinking for a few seconds before deciding to try a different tactic. “Do you remember what your name means?”

“It means love,” she chirped. “That’s why you call me Love and Uncle Jin calls me little heart.”

“That’s right baby,” you smiled. “Did you know that your daddy chose your name?”

“He did?” She whispered in awe.

“He did and do you wanna know why?” You asked and she nodded her head up and down rapidly.

“Why?”

“Because he loved you as soon as he knew you were in my tummy,” you revealed and her eyes widened.

“That was a long time ago,” she muttered.

“It was,” you chuckled. “So even though we can’t see Daddy anymore, he’s still sending you lots of love.”

“Ok,” she agreed, all of what you said seeming to make sense to her. “I miss Daddy, and his hugs.”

“That’s ok to miss him,” you assured her. “And how about anytime that you want to hug Daddy, you come hug me instead?”

“Really?”

“Really,” you confirmed and you didn’t have time to prepare yourself before she sat up and launched herself into your arms, wrapping her little arms around your neck. You hugged her back, making sure to squeeze her tightly the same way that Hae-il would. “I love you Aera.”

“I love you too Mommy,” she said as she let go of you.

“Alright, lay down and go to bed, ok?” You told her and she nodded, laying down and you pulled the covers over her. Once she shut her eyes, you leaned over and kissed her forehead before reaching over and turning on her nightlight. You then stood up from her bed, walking over to the door and shutting the light off. Making sure to leave the door slightly ajar so that you could hear her if she needed you, you made your way down the hallway and into your bedroom, the length of the day beginning to weigh down on your body.

By the time that you had showered and took your makeup off, you didn’t have the energy to do anything else but flop down onto your bed and pull the covers up and over your head. You felt yourself beginning to drift off and you happily welcomed it, until you smelt a familiar scent.

Your eyes popped open and then widened when you realized that Hae-il’s pillow was right in front of your face. You had been very careful to avoid it over the past week, not wanting to make things any harder for yourself. This time though, you allowed yourself to drag the pillow towards you, burying your face in the material and inhaling deeply.

“Damn it Hae,” you whimpered, the tears quickly welling up and spilling over onto your cheeks. “Why did you have to leave us?”

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l-egionaire · 3 years

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Owl House Fic - Remember Me

They'd been close before he was gone.

He'd called her his "princesa", his "pequeña estrella fugaz", and all sorts of of other cute nicknames delivered while she was swaddled in his arms or being given tickly mustache kisses by him.

He was the only person who ever seemed to be able to get her under control. Whenever she had too much energy and was bouncing off the walls, he'd give her some crayons and a pad of paper or ask her to help him with a project while making it sound like an exciting game. Thus, she was able to channel all her overexcitement into something productive. If she tried to do something risky, like play witch by jumping off her bed while holding a broomstick, he was able to talk her out of it and help her find a safer activity.

He was just as weird as she was. Where she was obsessed with magic and witches, he fawned over art. He talked her ear off all the time about famous artists, sculptors, and painters. He planned trips for him, her, and Mamá to go to museums, practically vibrating with joy at all the different works they saw. Anytime he didn't spend at his job at the auto shop was spent painting, drawing, and sculpting. She was always amazed whenever she saw his hands seem to almost effortlessly glide across a paper or through wood and turn an ordinary object into something extraordinary. It was like real magic and the first time she saw it, she begged him to teach her. Every Saturday became their art day where he would teach her his craft bit by bit, revealing to her the secrets of the magic he practiced.

More than anything though, he was her best friend. All the other kids were usually scared off by her intensity, so he was the only person willing to play with her. They'd read stories together, him doing funny voices and helping her sound out the hard parts. They'd eat massive ice cream sundaes smothered in peanuts, whipped cream, and chocolate sauce. Before diving into them he'd wink and make her promise not to tell Mamá he fed her so much sugar. They made so many drawings, crafts, and paintings that they almost ran out of room to put them all. He was without a doubt the person she was closest to in her life.

Which is why it hurt so much when he left them.

She was 8 years old. It was just an ordinary day, specifically a Saturday. Their art day. The two of them had been working hard on finishing a family portrait that they'd been working on as a surprise for the upcoming Mother's day. Unfortunately, he had been called in to work, so she'd spent most of the day in the living room waiting for him to come back, their art supplies set out and ready to use the minute to get back.

Her heart filled with joy when she heard the sounds of her mamá coming down the steps, sure that she was about to tell her that he was on his way home and ready to start painting with her. She moved to hide their half-finished painting from view as her mamá came in, but her smile faded when she saw the hollow expression on her face.

She'd never forget what she said next.

"Luz....mija, I'm sorry. Your papá, he's....he's gone."

Mamá then began to tell Luz how papá had been driving home from work but, another driver hadn't been watching where he was going when they hit her father's car. But Luz could barely hear her, as the words "your papá is gone" repeated inside her head. She didnt even react when mamá bent down and gave her a tight, shaky hug.

Luz went through the next week and a half completely numb. She did things like eating and going through the school day on autopilot. Whenever anyone talked to her she responded with short answers in a monochrome tone. Even her dreams, which used to be filled with vivid magical adventures were now empty and black.

She finally started to come to her senses on the day of the funeral. Mamá put her in a new black dress and they drove to meet with her abuela on her papá's side. The two of them embraced each other tearfully, mamá rubbing soothing circles into her back as she thanked her for being in his life.

They and the rest of his relatives all rode together to the funeral home. Inside was the casket with Papá's body inside. Everyone took turns going up to it and saying their goodbyes. When Luz and her mamá's turn came up, Luz felt a sharp pain in her heart at seeing him laying in the coffin. She had the urge to kiss him on the forehead in the hope he might wake up like the princess in a movie they'd seen together once. But her mamá held her back.

Afterward they had a ceremony where people came up and talked about Papá and his effect on their life. So many stories Luz had never heard about him. Once the ceremony was over they went back to the cars and drove to a cemetery where they had one more speech before Papá's body was buried.

As she watched them lower his casket into the ground, it all finally seemed to hit Luz.

Her Papá was dead.

Which meant no more art Sundays together. No more movie nights with she, him and Mamá snuggled up on the couch, the two of them sneaking kisses while Luz groaned at their mushy romance. No more coming down to find him cooking breakfast, singing along badly to a song blaring from the radio.

He wouldn't be there for her 9th birthday, or her 10th, or 11th. He wouldn't see her graduate from Elementary school along with all the other kids. He wouldn't watch her grow up and become a famous painter like she'd told him she would. They'd never finish their painting for mother's day.

Slowly the sharp pain that she'd felt back in the funeral home came back with even greater strength. It was so intense, she gripped her chest in the hope that would make it stop.

Luz wanted to cry. She wanted to scream. She wanted to leap down into the grave, bang her fists on the casket and beg her papá to come back to her.

She was seconds away from doing any one of those things or maybe even some combination of the three when she noticed the sound of sniffling come from next to her. She looked over and realized it was coming from Mamá.

For the first time since she'd told her about his death, Luz actually looked at her mamá. She saw the deep anguish on her face. Noticed the bags under her eyes from lack of sleep. Saw the heavy stream of tears pouring from her eyes despite them already being extremely red. Even her usual bun was frayed and frazzled looking.

Luz gently tugged on the sleeve of her dress. "Mamá? Are you okay?"

She sniffled heavily and warbly replied "Si, Luz. I'm sorry Mija, I just....I can't....." And that was all she could choke out before breaking down into heavier sobs.

Seeing her crying like that, the pain that was in Luz's heart morphed into a deep twisting guilt.

She wasn't the only one who'd lost Papá. Mamá lost him too. She wouldn't be able to go on date nights with him anymore. She wouldn't be able to greet him with a kiss to the cheek when she came down to the kitchen for breakfast. Never get to have their "alone time" Tio Rosa said they had whenever they got Luz to watch her.

And here Luz was. Only thinking of herself. So caught up in her own feelings that she completely ignored how her mamá was feeling. How could she be so selfish?

Despite how tough it was, Luz stuffed all her pain and sadness down and took her mamá's hand. She gently rubbed circles into the back of her palm.

"It's alright mamá. I'm here for you."

She didn't have time to think only about herself. She couldn't be that selfish.

Someone else needed her.

#The Owl House #ToH #Owl House #luz noceda #toh luz #luz owl house #luz #camilla noceda #the owl house camilia #toh camilia #camilia noceda #Owl House Fanfic #Fanfiction #Luz's father #angst #tw: Death

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deathonyourtongue · 3 years

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Sanguine Nocturnus | 1

Summary: Even after 2000 years, the world can still surprise you. Pairing: AU!Henry Cavill x OFC Word Count: 2K Warnings: It’s a vampire fic. Death. Blood. Gore. Sex. Horror. Not for the kiddies or the squeamish. I mean it. A/N : I know I said I’d wait. But y’all have been clamoring...

Death has a way of manipulating time. Moments meant to go slowly end in a blink, while junctures that ought to speed past, linger like dew on the vine...

Carla Montanari stared at her mother’s corpse, waiting for her to move. Waiting for the only family she’d ever had to open her eyes and say it was all a joke. Her mother had always had a cutting sense of humor; no topic was off-limits, and as she aged, death was a favored punchline. Now, it seemed, her mother had pulled off the ultimate prank, though Carla failed to see the humor in it.

The mortician had done an excellent job all things considered, but Carla could still pick out the differences between the body that lay at the altar of Saint Vincent’s and the one she had grown up with. A jaw that had been given too much lift, makeup that was a shade or two darker than what her mother normally wore, wrinkles that had disappeared when her face had been sewn back together. She’d been told she was lucky to get an open-casket service at all, given how much trauma her mother had suffered, as if it were some sort of consolation prize.

Looking behind her, Carla did a headcount of those in attendance, smiling softly when she saw that her mother’s bingo group were all in attendance, each woman donning their Sunday best in order to pay their respects. What her mother lacked in family, she’d more than made up for in friends who were all cut from the same cloth. Good, salt-of-the-earth people. Carla had always envied how easily her mother made friends, how she could chat up anyone, no matter how different their background and find something in common. It was a skill she hadn’t passed down, leaving her daughter to carve out a small handful of friends who were more acquaintances than anything else.

Crossing herself, Carla took a deep breath, looked down at her mother once more, and finally leaned down to kiss the cold, clammy skin of her forehead, doing her best to ignore the faint waft of formaldehyde that filled the casket. A solitary white rose tucked beneath her mother’s hands was Carla’s final act before turning away.

Time blinked, and she found herself seated across from her mother’s lawyer, a slab of mahogany separating them, the coffee she’d been offered growing cold as the AC hit it from overhead.

“I suppose we can do away with formality, since it’s just you,” the older man said, his smile tight and distant. Carla nodded, feeling as though the man wanted to be done so he could attend to other, more important, matters.

“Your mother left all her possessions and accounts to you, no surprise there. She gifted her friends each an item from her apparently extensive purse collection, so we’ll facilitate that for you. The accounts are all in order, and what isn’t used to pay off her final bills, will be transferred to your account by the end of the month. Lastly, there’s the matter of the inheritance. This may be news to you, but your grandmother set up an inheritance in your name when you were born. Initially, it was meant to pay for college, but when you got your full ride, your mother decided to keep it going until her passing. Her hope was to give you a nice nest egg for retirement, or your first house...something to that effect.”

Carla looked down at the document, counting and recounting the total in disbelief. Her mother had always been terrible at keeping secrets, having given away things to her friends that had mortified Carla when she was younger.

Guess you were better at it than I thought.

Inhaling deeply, Carla sat back in her chair, hoping the meeting was over. The quicker she could get out into the fresh air, the better off she’d be.

“There’s one more thing,” her mother’s lawyer said, keeping Carla rooted to her seat even as the muscles in her legs twitched in readiness to stand up. “Your mother wanted to ensure you were aware of the fact that you have legal claim to Italian citizenship, if you should ever choose to take it. They call it Jure Sanguinis; Right of Blood. The process can be expedited, given that you’re only second generation American. Sign here and we can get it in motion for you.”

Carla signed blindly, eyes unblinking as she tried to process the information. Her mother had always been a planner, but had never once mentioned so much as a will to Carla. Now, seeing everything packaged up so neatly, her mind spun wildly.

“Think you know a person…” She muttered mostly to herself, the lawyer giving her another one of his performative smiles, his eyes going to his watch for what must have been the tenth time in as many minutes.

Leaving the office with a folder and the untouched coffee, Carla couldn’t help but feel time begin to crawl, reinforcing the feelings of numbness and solitude that would haunt her for weeks to come.

Working steps from Wall Street had its perks. Tips were usually far more generous than in other parts of town, fights were rare, and drunk girls crying over their shitty boyfriends were nonexistent. None of that made it any easier, however. Frat boys turned into day traders, socialites grew even more entitled as their brunches turned into botox appointments, and there was never a shortage of patronizing stares for those that had to actually work for a living. For Carla, navigating the catcalls, one-liners, and straight-up sexual misconduct was easy enough; it was the entitlement that never failed to get under her skin.

“Um, hello? Waitress? This is wrong. I asked for a Negroni.” Looking up, Carla swept her long black hair over her shoulder as she processed the words that were spoken. Having decided to keep living life as though things hadn’t irrevocably changed, Carla was doing her best to ignore the stress that had been slowly creeping higher and higher each day. Busy nights at the bar were proving the worst, with Carla coming through the door at the end of her shift ready to rant about the night to her mother, only to find the place pin-drop silent and utterly empty.

Looking down at the drink, Carla gazed back up at the woman with the blond, news anchor hair and cocked her head to the side in confusion.

“That is a Negroni.”

“Uh,” the woman snorted in disbelief, “no it’s not. Remake it, and do it right this time.”

“This is a Negroni. One part gin, sweet vermouth, and Campari each, with a peel of lemon.” The woman laughed condescendingly and Carla could feel her patience start to disappear.

“No, a Negroni, if you knew anything about bartending--which you clearly don’t--is made with Rye and dry vermouth.”

“Lady, I make at least ten of these a night. I work six nights a week. You’re the first, and only, person to ever tell me it’s wrong. You’re thinking of an Old Pal, and I’d be more than happy to make that for you, but this? This is a Negroni, which is what you asked for.”

“Fine, we’ll see about that.” The woman huffed, her manicured hand slicing through the air in a dismissive motion.

“That’ll be $10.99.”

“Absolutely NOT! I’m not paying for your mistake. Make it again, make it right, and make it now!” The woman crowed, her hair imobile as she shook her head, looking for all the world like Carla had slapped her.

“It’s a different drink. You paid for a Negroni, you got a Negroni. You want an Old Pal, you pay for an Old Pal.” Carla replied, crossing her arms over her chest as she waited for the woman to make up her mind.

The alcohol burned Carla’s eyes and she stumbled back in shock, moving towards the large sink she knew was behind her on pure instinct. Washing her face to get as much of the cocktail off as she could, she knew she’d reached her breaking point.

Any other time and she’d have brushed it off, had security kick the woman out and gone about her night. Now? She’d had enough. Moving slowly to the back, Carla took off her apron, hung it up next to her coworkers’ and slipped out the back door.

Nearly sprinting the whole way home, it was only as she stepped through the door of her apartment that the tears came unbidden. Sliding down the wall, Carla cried for the first time since her mother’s passing.

The next morning, after calling in her notice, Carla allowed herself a day to simply be. To scream, to cry, to let out all the emotions that had befallen her since answering the phone that fateful night and hearing that her mother had died in such a vicious and preventable way. She let rage fill every vein as she thought about how the person who hit her hadn’t even bothered to stay at the scene. She lamented every missed moment, every fight, every what-if. Finally, she curled up in her mother’s robe, and cried herself to sleep.

Knowing she couldn’t handle another day at a bar like the one on Wall Street, catering to bratty adults who’d never been told no a day in their lives, Carla began leaning more and more towards escaping it all. Her now-empty apartment, her routine assortment of familiar faces (none of whom had even bothered to call and offer condolences), and more than anything, the city itself; all of it seemed worthless and foreign without her mother’s smiling face. As she sat and scrolled through picture after picture on her phone, the promise of a new life in Italy seemed more feasible, and more and more necessary.

On day three, after a day spent mostly in bed, dreaming about the possibilities of what life could bring now that she was committed to leaving, Carla put in a call to the lawyer, vaguely remembering the document she’d signed. There was nothing but relief when she was told they were simply waiting for a few more documents to finalize it all.

With the foundation for her new life in place, Carla began to flesh out the bones, focusing her research on where to live, and who was hiring. Though the inheritance was enough to live comfortably for several years, Carla didn’t want to squander it. Moreover, she still wanted to work and feel useful in some way; early retirement could wait.

While she was spoilt for choice when it came to renting, a job was harder to come by. Carla started her search with the lofty goal of finding something where she could put her history degree to good use; a research assistant, a curator, hell, a tour guide. When it became clear that her lack of experience was a hurdle she wouldn’t be able to cross so easily, Carla reluctantly turned to what she knew.

Weeks went by like thick molasses as she looked at bar after bar, finding that they either weren’t hiring, or looked like the kind of place people went into and never came out of. Her options were narrow to start with, since Carla had her heart set on Rome, the need to entrench herself in one of the world’s oldest cities, one she couldn’t possibly ignore. With each day that passed, she felt her dream beginning to slip away. Carla was nothing if not tenacious, one of the few traits she’d shared with her mother, and despite feeling discouraged at her prospects, she kept looking.

Finally, as the clock nearly ran out on her deadline to provide proof of employment, Carla found the perfect spot. Though the bar catered to a higher-end clientele, gone were the stockbrokers and lawyers, and in their place, a younger, cooler set. Attracted to the dark, almost feral, atmosphere the bar promised in its advertising, Carla applied, crossing her fingers in the hopes that they’d call.

She was still browsing the site when her phone rang and the owner greeted her in a thick, Italian accent. Breezing through the interview questions, Carla’s eyes roved over the pictures of all the beautiful people that frequented the night spot, pulled in by how effortlessly cool each of them looked. With the promise to call her by the end of the week to confirm the position, the owner ended the call, and it was all Carla could do not to jump for joy.

Flopping back on the bed, she couldn’t help but let herself feel true happiness, happiness which she’d unconsciously been denying herself while she mourned her mother’s death. Though she’d been dealt a life-changing blow, Carla felt as though, slowly but surely, time was going back to its usual pace, and her life was taking a turn for the better.

With a smile from ear to ear, she sat back up and emailed the lawyer, confirming she’d gotten a job, an apartment, and a plane ticket to Rome. As the message zipped away and the window closed, Carla found her eyes drawn back to the website, and her new place of employment.

Romulus

#henry cavill #henry x ofc #deathonyourtongueoriginals #sanguine nocturnus

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emm-jayy · 4 years

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baby (ii) - spencer reid

Summary: Spencer grieves the loss of you

warnings: sad spence

style of fic heavily inspired by @erin-bo-berin ‘baby shoes’

series masterlist

gif not mine

One minute

As soon as he knows you are completely gone, Spencer lets go. A wrecked sob comes out of his mouth, and he begins to cradle your body.

He apologizes profusely to you, even though he knows you can’t hear him.

Then, he hears the sirens. Spencer stays in his spot, still cradling you.

The medics come into the room, with a stretcher and backboard.

“You’re too late.” Spencer says quietly, no emotion evident in his voice.

“Sir, i’m going to need you to move away from her.” The medic says, crouching down to meet Spencer’s level.

“You’re too late!” Spencer screams this time, his words turning into another sob as soon as he says them.

At that point, Morgan, and the other members of the team walk in.

Morgan walks up behind Spencer, putting a hand on his shoulder, “You’ve got to let her go Reid.” Morgan says.

Spencer doesn’t answer, he only slow rocks himself.

“Spencer!” Morgan says, louder this time. Spencer snaps out of the daze he is in, and sets your body down.

Spencer presses a kiss to his hand, and presses it against your cheek.

One Day

The ride back on the jet is silent. The team had decided to take themselves off the case, letting local police find Jackson Price.

No one wants to talk about it, and rightfully so. Everyone on the team knew that Spencer was taking it the hardest. Price literally told Spencer to save you, and he couldn’t.

Spencer hated the sympathetic looks and touches he got. Nothing compared to how it felt when you touched him. And every time he thought about how he would never get to experience that again, he broke down.

Spencer had decided not to tell anyone the moment you two had had before you died. That was to be your moment, that was how Spencer wanted it.

The plane lands, and Spencer silently grabs his bag, walking off the plane. He gets into his car, and drives to his apartment.

Spencer isn’t sure what his plan is for when he gets back into his apartment.

He unlocks the door to his apartment, and sets his bag down onto the table.

He figures he’d just watch some Doctor Who or something, get his mind off things.

But everything in his apartment reminds him of you.

The glass that you gave out as party favors to the first party you threw.

The book on his coffee table you insisted he buy.

Even the couch looked like it had the imprint of you in it, you sat there so much.

His whole apartment screamed your name, and Spencer puts his hands over his ears, as if not to hear it.

He eventually crumbles onto his bed, falling into a sleep, filled with dreams of you.

One week

Your funeral was a week after your death. Spencer decided he could gather himself for it. Ir was the least he could do to honor your memory. Spencer drove to the venue with the team, they all claimed he shouldn’t drive alone.

The team was the ones who were to carry your casket. The walk seemed to go in slow motion, everyone staring at them.

As the service began, Spencer wanted to scream. He wanted to scream out that this isn’t what you would have wanted.

You always joked that you wanted to attend your own funeral, just to make sure everyone had fun. Spencer knew that you wouldn’t want this, he knew that you wouldn’t want the eulogies to drag on, or for everyone to be sad.

Spencer wanted to scream all of these things out, but he didn’t.

Whenever everyone put a flower on your casket, Spencer is one of the last to go.

He sets the flower onto your casket. He presses a kiss to his hand, and then presses his hand to your casket.

Spencer doesn’t attend the reception, it would have been too much.

One month

One month after your death, Spencer goes back to work.

The team is in a meeting, learning about their new case when he walks in. The whole team had told Spencer to take as long as he needed, and they were surprised to see him back so soon.

“Hey guys.” Spencer says, in a low voice. He sits down next to Morgan and Rossi.

“Hey kid.” Morgan says, putting a hand on his shoulder.

Spencer tenses at the nickname. He had gotten maybe a little bit better at things that reminded him of you, but it was still incredibly hard.

Spencer clears his throat, “Could you maybe.. not call me that Derek?” He asks, keeping his voice low.

Morgan nods, tentatively taking his hand off of Reid’s shoulder.

“Are you sure you’re ready to work, Spence?” JJ asks, looking toward him sympathetically.

“Yes. I’m ready.” Spencer says, holding his ground.

What the team didn’t know, is that Spencer had been working for the past month.

He had been trying to find Jackson Price. He had been constantly studying Price’s behaviors. Trying to figure out where he would go, where he would strike next, if he would even strike next.

Spencer had even taken a trip back to California, without the FBI’s knowledge.

An obsession had formed, but Spencer was too grief-driven to ignore it.

JJ nods, and Garcia begins to deliver the case. It was a double homicide in Florida, with a note left at the scene that indicated more murders to come.

“Wheels up in 30.” Hotch says, standing up.

Spencer stays at the table for a moment, processing the fact that he will be working a case, without you there.

Tears had become familiar to Spencer over the past month, so he wiped away the forming new ones on instinct.

He clears his throat, and walks out of the briefing room.

Three months

Three months after your death, Hotch has to hold grief assessments.

He saves Spencer’s for last, as it was arguably the most important.

“How are you doing Reid? I know that you and Y/n had a close relationship.” Hotch asks, testing the waters.

“Do you want me to lie, or tell the truth?” Spencer says, answering a question with a question.

“Obviously I’d prefer you tell the truth.” Hotch says, looking at Spencer.

“Did I ever tell you what Jackson Price said before he shot Y/n?” Spencer asks, his leg bouncing.

“No, I don’t believe you did.” Hotch says.

“He told me to try to keep her alive until the medics came.” Spencer says, a tear falling down his face as he relived the experience.

“He told me he wanted to see how good of a “doctor” I really was.” Spencer continues, “But she was ready to let go Hotch. You should’ve seen her. She made jokes, while she was minutes away from dying!” Spencer laughs in the middle of the tears that were falling.

“I held her hand, and I felt the life leave from it. So Hotch, I’m not really feeling okay.” Spencer stands up, wiping tears from his face.

“Feel free to say i’m not ready to be a part of this team. Because without Y/n on it, I'm not sure I want to be.” And with that, Spencer leaves.

Six months

Six months after your death, Spencer feels like he betrayed you.

He told someone what had actually happened in your final moments.

Spencer isn’t sure what came over him, he had repeated over and over again to himself, that that moment was to only be for you two.

But whenever someone would mention you, it would always begin with “Spencer’s friend Y/n” and he hated that.

You weren’t just friends, and that was something Spencer knew long before you died. There was always a special bond there.

Whenever you would go over to Spencer’s apartment and have a movie marathon, you two would be as close as can be.

You would fall asleep on him, and it would help Spencer go to sleep faster.

Every time you would touch him when he was feeling stressed, it would put him at ease.

You two were more than friends, but there was the unspoken rule that you couldn’t be together.

The unspoken rule that it couldn’t work, you two had both seen too much horror.

Spencer didn’t need to be in a defined relationship with you to enjoy who you were as a person, and how you made him feel.

He was just glad he got closure in the end, and you died knowing how he felt about you.

Penelope was the first person he told about your final moments.

It was during one of the times Spencer came over to her apartment. They had been doing it a lot more often. Penelope and Spencer were the closest to you, and they figured it was good to spend time together.

Spencer and her were watching a movie, when Penelope suddenly paused it.

“Can I ask you a question?” She asks, setting the remote down.

“Yeah, what is it?” Spencer replies, furrowing his eyebrows.

“It’s about Y/n.” Penelope says, a slight look of regret on her face.

Spencer clears his throat, looking down, “Go ahead.” He says.

“Is there something you haven’t told us about her death? I’ve just noticed something weighing on you.” Penelope says.

Shock covers Spencer’s face. He hadn’t expected anyone to notice. He was on a team of profilers sure, but they weren’t supposed to profile each other.

He clears his throat again, “Yeah, um..” He begins, working up the courage to tell the story.

“I told you all that Y/n asked me to hold her hand. But after that she asked me a question. She asked me what my biggest regret in life was. I think she was giving me a chance to get something off my chest, because she knew she was dying.” Spencer says, a smile coming onto his face as he remembers how thoughtful you were.

“I told her that my biggest regret in life was not telling her how I felt about her.” Spencer continues, “And then she said she loved me, and I said it back. Then we kissed. Then she closed her eyes, I like to think that she wanted the last thing she saw to be my face, the happiest it’s ever been. Because it was. I’ve never been happier than in that moment.” Spencer says, his voice breaking and the tears falling freely.

Penelope envelops him in a hug, and he returns it. For the past 6 months, he’d been crying alone. It felt great to tell someone finally.

“Would you like to know something?” Penelope asks, breaking away from the hug to look Spencer in the eye.

“What?” Spencer asks, keeping his voice low in hopes it wouldn’t break again.

“I want to say it was a month after she came to the BAU, Y/n came into the tech room, nervously telling me how cute she thought you were. She finished by saying that she just enjoyed spending time with you, and that she always cherished your time together.” Penelope tells him.

Spencer smiles. He remembers the time he had that realization too.

You had brought him coffee one day, and you remembered just how he liked it. Spencer didn’t even remember telling you, so maybe you had just picked up on it.

“I really miss her.” Spencer confesses.

“I know honey, I miss her too.” Penelope replies.

After that, Spencer is a bit more open to the team.

One year

One year after your death, Spencer has a very bad day.

He has a nightmare the night before the one year anniversary of your death. The exact same events replay, but at the end, you tell him how much you hate him. How he couldn’t do anything to save you.

Spencer wakes up in a cold sweat, heavily breathing. He shakes himself, assuring himself it isn’t real.

He hasn’t had a dream like that in months, and it shakes him.

The team isn’t on a case thankfully, so Spencer picks up his phone, and calls Hotch.

“Yeah Reid?” Hotch answers on the second ring.

“Hey Hotch, could I take the day off today?” He asks, voice still sleepy.

“Yes, the entire team is actually taking the day off. It’s a hard day for us all, but I know especially for you.” Hotch says, the sympathy in his voice has been easier to pick up on nowadays.

“Thanks Hotch.” Spencer says, setting down the phone.

He sighs, and gets up to take a shower. His apartment is silent, a reminder of how his life feels without you.

After he gets out of the shower and puts on his clothes, Spencer is at a loss. He has no idea what to do that day.

Nothing feels nice enough to celebrate your life. That’s what he should be doing, right? That’s what you would want him to do, right?

Then, he has an idea.

Spencer grabs his keys, and heads out the door. He gets into his car, and begins to drive.

He arrives at the coffee shop that you two used to go to all the time. Spencer hasn’t been there in a year.

He clears his throat, and gets out of his car. He walks into the shop, the bell ringing, signaling he was there.

Spencer takes in the scene. He looks at the table where you always sat, telling anecdotes about your hometown. He smiles, you were always so talkative.

He walks up to the counter, and orders the coffee you used to always order. Spencer pays, and goes to sit down at your table.

He sits for a moment, remembering, something he’s been doing a lot. And then, his name is called for his drink.

Spencer smiles at the worker who hands him his drink, thanking them. He goes back to your table.

He sits there in silence, drinking his coffee. It’s nice, peaceful even. It felt good to remember you like this.

After Spencer finishes his drink, he stands up to leave. He presses his lips to his hand, and his hand to the table.

Three years

Three years after your death, Jackson Price is found dead.

It was a pretty normal day at the BAU, your death anniversary was coming up, but it seemed that everyone was more content nowadays.

Even Spencer was doing a lot better. He still thought about you often, but mostly good thoughts. His nightmares would only come back around your death date.

Hotch walks into the bullpen, “I need everyone in the briefing room. Now.” He says, walking up to the room already. The rest of the team follows

After everyone sits down, Hotch begins. “This is about Y/n.” He starts. Everyone goes quiet, you haven’t been brought up in a long time.

“Early this morning, a body was found in Southern California. The body has been ID’ed as Jackson Price.” Hotch says.

The room is somehow even more silent than it was before. The only sound is Spencer’s chair scraping the floor as he quickly walks out of the room.

“I’ll go talk to him.” Emily says, following Spencer out of the door.

Emily finds him in one of the many abandoned offices in the building.

She sits beside Spencer, pulling her chair close to his, “What’s the matter Reid? Isn’t this what you wanted?” Emily asks.

Spencer looks up at her, his facial expression difficult to tell because of the darkness of the room.

“That is what I wanted, Emily. But I wanted to be the one who did it. I wanted to shoot him just the way he did Y/n. I spent months looking for him, and I never found him.” Spencer says, shaking his head.

“You never told us that.” Emily says, frowning. Spencer grimaces.

“I didn’t want you all to think I couldn’t move on.” He explains in a low voice.

“Spencer. You have helped each and every one of us with personal vendettas over the years. We would’ve done the same thing in a heartbeat.” Emily tells him, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“I don’t know, I guess my mind was clouded.” Spencer says, unsure of himself.

“Hey.” Emily says, wrapping Spencer in a hug. Spencer had been way more accepting of those in the past years. “We are all here for you.” Emily says, looking at him.

Spencer nods, his eyes watery, “Do you want to go back in there?” Emily asks him.

Spencer nods again, and they both stand up. When Spencer walks back into the briefing room, everyone gives him sympathetic looks, but not the ones they usually give. They give understanding looks. They’ve all mostly gone through similar things.

Spencer sighs, glad that his family is there for him.

Five years

Five years after you die, Spencer gets into a relationship.

It felt... weird that Spencer had feelings for someone else besides you. Before you died, he really wasn’t one for relationships. His work was too much, and it stopped him from making relationships outside of the FBI.

Then, after you died, he had another excuse. Whenever someone would ask him out, women tended to be more forward than him these days, he would tell them that his girlfriend had died. That he was still mourning the loss of her.

When he met his now girlfriend, Gianna, he had just told her that you were his girlfriend, and you had died in the line of duty.

It was too long of a story to explain that you weren’t actually dating, but the feelings and basically everything else was still there.

Gianna actually reminded him a lot of you. She was bubbly, held a good job, and understood him somewhat.

Gianna was a good person to have as your first girlfriend after a hard breakup, or loss. But something happens that makes Spencer realize that she is not a good fit.

It was around the 5 year anniversary of your death, and Spencer and Gianna had been together for maybe 6 months.

The one thing about Gianna, was that she was very needy. Spencer loved her, and he had expressed that quite recently. It was obvious that Gianna wanted to settle down soon.

It was obvious that Spencer wasn’t ready for that.

The dreams always came back around your death date, and Spencer had learned to deal with them.

But he didn’t know how to deal with them if someone else was around him.

Gianna was spending the night, it was late and Spencer offered. It wasn’t the first time they’d done this, but they weren’t living together by any means.

They were both asleep in Spencer’s bed, when Spencer had his dream. It was the same as it usually is, the exact same events of your death replay, but at the end you don’t tell him that you love him.

Spencer wakes up, head shooting up, and he wipes the sweat off of his forehead. He turns, and finds Gianna looking at him. A half-concerned, half- disgusted look is on her face.

“What was that about?” She asks Spencer.

“Oh, um, around her death date, I have nightmares about Y/n.” Spencer says softly. He only told the people on his team about his nightmares.

“Oh.” Gianna said, rubbing her eyes, “It’s been 5 years, I thought those would’ve gone away by now.” She said.

“I watched her die, Gianna.” Spencer says. He always got defensive when it came to you.

“I know, it’s just been a long time.” She explained, “Let’s go back to sleep bub” Gianna says, turning back over.

Spencer laid with his eyes open the rest of the night. He could never sleep after a nightmare with you in it.

Spencer broke up with Gianna shortly after that.

Ten years

Ten years after your death, Spencer visits your grave.

He brings you dandelions. You always said that they were your favorite flower. When Spencer brought up that they were actually weeds, and an invasive species, you said “That’s why I love them. They are outcasts, just like me.”

He smiles at the memory, something he did often.

Spencer thought it was sort of cheesy to talk at someone’s grave, until it came to you.

He decided today would be the first time he’d do it, he wanted to talk to you.

He sits down in front of your headstone, crisscross, and sets the flowers down. Then, he begins to talk.

“Hey Y/n. I think i’ve gotten to the point where I don’t cry when I think of you. I try to only think of good memories of you. God. I really miss you Y/n, I really fucking miss you. I miss the way you would tell me your thoughts on a case, or how you would explain your theories about TV shows. I miss having Harry Potter movie marathons with you. I don’t know. I just miss your energy. I’m glad I got to tell you how I feel Y/n. You deserved that much. A lot has happened since you’ve been gone, I wish you would’ve been there to see it. You could’ve helped me through a lot of it. Anyway, I’m rambling. I love you baby. Always have, and always will.”

And with that, Spencer presses a kiss to his hand, and presses his hand to your headstone.

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