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bcofl0ve · 2 years

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could u write anything w prompt 5. “You can lie to yourself all you want, but we both know you’re not okay.” w austin!

Believe In One Thing (I Won’t Go Away)

ship: austin butler x reader

prompt: “you can lie to yourself all you want, we both know you aren’t okay”

summary: the 6th anniversary of his mom’s death falls 3 months into your relationship and convincing austin he doesn’t have to struggle alone is more of a battle than everyone thought it’d be.

content warning: death of a parent, trauma anniversaries

You were sitting on the couch when your phone rang, Austin’s caller ID flashing across the screen. It was a mirror selfie you’d taken in his trailer the last time you visited the set, his arms wrapped around your waist, chin propped on your shoulder.

But you stopped yourself from staring at the photo to pick up the phone, only getting half of greeting out before Austin was talking.

“Hey baby, are you busy right now?” He said, and something felt off about his tone, your boyfriend sounding halfway to frantic.

“Not really- but I thought you were going to be working till late?”

The late late nights at set were new, and if you were being honest you hated it because it meant you saw significantly less of him. But he was working hard, you couldn’t knock that.

“Baz uh, he sent me home, are you at your place?”

“Baz sent me home.”

What the hell?

You heard his brakes squeal followed by a string of mumbled curse words. He’d seemed to be growing more frantic by the second, and you more confused.

“Yeah, I’m home- Austin what’s going on?”

“I’m not breaking up with you.” He deadpanned and you would’ve laughed if you weren’t so worried, because the possibility hadn’t even crossed your mind. But before you could ask any follow up questions he rushed out ”I’ll see you in ten, okay?” and hung up.

The next ten minutes were spent just about staring a hole through the front door until you heard footsteps approaching it from the outside, getting there to open it before he could knock.

You’d expected him to look frazzled but didn’t expect it to be this bad, his hair disheveled and eyes puffy. He was wearing a loose t-shirt and joggers, the casual affair accented by the rhinestone belt around his waist. They’d be having him do dance rehearsals in an Elvis belt to get used to the weight, but he wasn’t at set now. He was standing in your doorway looking like he’d just been hit by a bus.

“Why did Baz send you home, did something happen?” You said and ushered him inside. Austin took his shoes off by the door and leaned against the entryway wall, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“My mom died.”

You knew that already. But this entire situation made a lot more sense when he finished his thought.

“Tomorrow, the 11th.”

Oh.

His voice trembled, and you were at a loss. You’d known his mom had died long before you got together a few months ago, but hadn’t paid attention to when and felt like an asshole for not knowing. Or Googling it or doing anything before the train flew off the tracks like it apparently had at work.

“Why didn’t you say something?” You said softly, taking a step closer and reaching for his arm, Austin dropping his head back against the wall.

“Didn’t want you to worry.” He mumbled “it’s been what, almost a decade, I should be,"

You couldn’t let him finish that thought, cutting him off.

“She was your mom Aus, you were so young. That type of grief doesn’t just go away with time.”

“Yeah, apparently not.” He said, gesturing aimlessly and looking down. His eyes widened when they landed on the belt, and he cursed under his breath.

Austin took a shaky breath in and out as he pushed off the wall and walked past you further into the apartment. “Didn’t even realize I was still wearing this when I walked off, costumes is gonna have my head,”

“It’s just a belt.” You said as you followed him, “You wanna go back to your place and drop it off on the way? I can pack an overnight bag in a few minutes,"

He shook his head, opening his mouth and closing it a few times like there was something he wanted to say but couldn't, scratching the side of his neck and looking away from you as his eyes got glossy.

“Hey- it’s okay, you can stay here, come on,” You said and put a hand on his shoulder, nudging him down the hallway in the direction of your bedroom. Once you were both inside you closed the door with your foot, snaking around to Austin’s front to help him get the belt off.

His hands were shaking so hard he could barely undo the buckle by himself, mumbling something under his breath that you didn’t catch as you removed the thing and set it on your dresser.

Bringing your hands up to his face, you tilted his head down so that your eyes met.

“Talk to me honey,”

“I just- I miss her so much, filming has been a beast the past couple weeks- I keep wishin’ I could talk to her about it.” He mumbled, slurring a little. You swiped at a tear falling down his face with your thumb.

“But now,” He continued “I’m getting sent home cuz I can’t concentrate on shit, completely scatterbrained. Baz came up to me all “You can lie to yourself all you want but we both know you’re not okay” like I’m some little kid. I know she’s up wherever shaking her head at me.”

“No, she’s not.” You replied firmly “She is up there so so proud of you- for everything, the movie, surrounding yourself with people who look out for you like Baz. You’ve haven’t done a thing to disappoint her. Not one.”

Austin didn’t offer a rebuttal to that, by the looks of it because he didn’t have the energy, his chin starting to wobble in your hands. A second passed between him dropping his head to your shoulder and a sob wracking through him, his heart pounding right against yours.

You pulled him in tighter, kissing the side of his head and trying to find something- anything to say that might help even a little bit.

“I’m right here” You tried, swallowing the lump in your throat. “I love you so much,”

Neither of you had said that, yet, but it was the only thing that made sense to say now. No amount of apologies or promises that everything would be okay would fix a damn thing, But you loved him to pieces, and couldn’t hold that back for a second longer seeing him so bent out of shape.

That love had to count for something.

#austin butler x reader #austin butler fanfic #austin butler headcanons #austin butler imagines #austin butler imagine #tw death of parent #elvis movie

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writemekpop · 3 years

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Lipstick On Your Collar (Part 1) | Nakamoto Yuta

Pairing: Nakamoto Yuta x Reader

Summary: Till death do us part... But what happens when he cheats?

Genre: Husband!Yuta, Angst

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Infidelity, Sexual Content, Body Image

Gif: @yuthereal

Part 1 ⭐| Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

“Ten more minutes, then it’s homework time, alright?” you called to your two older sons, eight and four years old. Caught up in their wooden sword fight, they didn’t even look up.

You smoothed your hand over your face, eyes bruised from lack of sleep. Between your banking job and your three kids, sleep was a rare thing.

Just then, you felt a waft of chill air. Yuta strode in through the front door, his feathery black hair in disarray.

“Hey babe,” you called, shoulders relaxing.

Your husband had this calming presence, your island on a rough ocean. Your chest ached for Yuta’s warmth. You hadn’t hugged, kissed… touched in months.

“Hi, Y/n. We need to talk,” Yuta deadpanned.

You picked up your baby daughter Ayumi. She needed her nappy changed. Bad.

“Alright. What’s up?” You placed her on the changing mat, blowing your fringe out of your eyes.

“I mean in private.” You saw that Yuta’s face was stretched and white. A knot curled in your stomach.

“Nappies?” You lifted your hand. He begrudgingly handed them over.

“Y/n. This is serious.” Yuta’s voice quivered like a taut string.

“Can’t you see I’m busy? What is it?” you snapped. You instantly regretted it. Nowadays, you were always on the edge of an explosion.

“Okay. Fine. I’ve… messed up. And I’m sorry, and I didn’t mean it, but… it’s happened.”

You bin Ayumi’s old nappy, then pull her into your arms. “Is that all? Look, if you’ve broken something, we have insurance.”

“This isn’t a bloody plate! I’ve- I’ve done something awful.”

“Right. Well done. Anyway, I have to help the kids with their homework.”

“Just look at me, Y/n! I’m trying to fucking tell you something!” Yuta’s yell turned your head.

Yuta’s eyes were red-rimmed and wide, like he was in shock. “I… cheated on you, Y/n. I slept with someone else.”

Your heartbeat slowed to a crawl. Instinctively, you pulled your baby close.

“Who is she?”

“Diya. From the school.”

Your lips went numb. You put Ayumi down in her rocker and started rinsing plates in the sink. “How long?”

“Just once. It was a mistake, I swear… it’s just, she was there, and… I didn’t plan it!”

Your chest folded in on itself. While you were kissing your babies to sleep, Yuta was kissing someone else.

“When was it, Yuta?”

“The… day you… went to stay with your sister.”

You’d never forget that day.

It was a few weeks after Ayumi was born. You couldn’t seem to get out of bed, let alone be a good mother. So you’d escaped… just for a day.

While you were breaking apart, Yuta searched out another woman.

“Where?” You picked up the cutlery, letting the hot water scald your skin.

“Her apartment. We met up after work, and one thing led to another… I swear, that was all.”

Images burned into your mind, like a flashed camera. Yuta’s fingernails scraping the back of her neck, like he did to you. Their naked bodies gyrating, sweaty, the smell of sex saturating everything…

Your throat convulsed in a retch. For a second, it was like a brick was hitting your chest.

Then, everything stopped.

You felt a curtain dropping. You didn’t have time to deal with this. Not now. As quickly as they came, the feelings slowed. Drooped. Vanished.

You looked down. You were clenching a table knife so hard it had drawn blood. You let go.

Everything blurred. You felt like a kid again, staring up at yourself from the bottom of a pool.

Your voice was a croak. “Obviously, we’re not telling the kids. My parents are coming next week – so we can’t tell them either.”

You dried your hands and looked up at Yuta. His mouth was hanging open, like a cartoon character’s. It was almost funny.

You continued speaking, bunging toys into a basket.

“If you want a divorce, tell me now, because we’ll have to borrow money. For tonight, I’ll take the bed, you have the couch.”

“What the hell, Y/n?”

You jolt and look up. “Fine! You can have the bed.”

Yuta grabbed your shoulders, knife-cheekboned and wild. “I don’t care about the fucking bed! I just told you I cheated on you. Why aren’t you mad?”

You stared at his hands on your skin, like you didn’t recognise them. Yuta spotted your gaze, and slowly let go.

“I’m really sorry, Y/n. I want to fix this. But you need to let me in.”

You looked into his chestnut eyes and frowned. Why was he being so obnoxious?

Slowly, you spelled it out. “You cheated on me. It was with our kids’ tutor, while I was sick. You’re sorry. You won’t do it again. Now can I go and make dinner?”

Yuta blinked. Slowly. Then, he gulped and gave you a slight nod. “Yep.”

You pushed past him, and called out, “Whoever helps mummy with dinner gets ice cream!”

You ushered your eager kids towards the hob. You didn’t look back, but you felt Yuta’s gaze on the back of your head. Stunned.

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You plastered on your brightest smile all throughout dinner, whilst laying out bedding on the couch for yourself, even whilst tucking your children into bed.

Now, you were sitting in your children’s room, with the lights out. You’d just finished reading their bedtime story. They were fast asleep.

Finally, you let the iron screen lift from your heart. Instead of fighting it, you bared the most vulnerable part of yourself.

It was a memory: you were in Paris with Yuta on the first night of your honeymoon. You were in a mid-range Travel Lodge – the best you could afford – with rain pelting at the windows.

You had woken up at 11AM, tangled up with Yuta from your cuddling. You’d talked, worried, agonised about it, but you’d never had sex with him before.

Yuta opened one sleepy eye and felt your body with his hands, as if he was checking if it was there. You tingled with lust to the tips of your toes. Suddenly, you knew the moment was right.

For once, you didn’t care about your tummy that you always tried to hide, you didn’t care about your thighs which rubbed together when you walked.

You didn’t think about anything, except the feeling of Yuta’s slow kisses, the feeling of him inside of you, the feeling of his hands reaching to the very ends of you.

You were in a hazy, golden pool of completeness. As you gasped your worries, apologies, in each other’s ears, you became whole in a way you’d never known before.

Then, the memory shattered. And in its place, before you could stop it, was the image that was burnt into your eyelids.

It played over and over again, the trailer to a movie of your shame. Yuta in her apartment, the thumping of the bedposts, him between her legs, her exclamations of ‘yes!’, that were only echoed by him moaning her name…

You screamed silently into your fist.

You knew the real reason Yuta cheated on you. Whatever excuses he made, it wasn’t a mistake or a drunk one-off.

You grabbed the soft flesh around your waist. This was why. You thought of the nights you’d told him you were too tired, that you weren’t in the mood. That was why.

You couldn’t even blame Yuta. He was only compensating for the fact that his own wife would never be attractive enough, good enough, just enough for him.

The tears rose up your throat, making your head pound and your cheeks stretch with sobs. You wanted nothing more than to drown yourself in these tears, though you knew they wouldn’t wash the pain away.

Then, you caught a grey glimmer in the darkness. Your youngest boy, Nico, was wide awake and watching you with saucer eyes.

“Hey baby… go back to sleep,” you whispered, quickly smoothing away your tears.

“Are you crying, mummy?”

The softness in his gaze was like a punch in the stomach. You choked down another wave of tears. “No, sweetie, I’m fine. Go back to sleep okay?”

Obediently, he closed his eyes. You didn’t deserve such beautiful children.

You were doubled over, silent in the darkness. You pressed your palms into your eyes, so hard they hurt, and forced the tears back.

You couldn’t even make your husband love you.

What hope did you have with your kids?

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Three days had passed since that terrible night.

It was 10PM, and the house was unusually quiet.

You and Yuta were sitting at the far edges of the couch, the Netflix episode you never missed playing on the TV.

Both of you were pretending like nothing had gone wrong.

“So… how was work?” Yuta’s cautious voice broke the silence.

You sighed and shook your head. “Just get me a drink.” You couldn’t be bothered with this charade. But at least you could drown your feelings.

“Are you sure that’s a good-” Yuta began.

“Just get it.”

He returned with a whisky, with two ice cubes. Your heart twisted. “You remembered?”

“How could I forget my wife’s favourite drink?” Yuta gave you a thin smile, and for a second, you forgot to ice him out. You smiled back.

That was two whiskies ago. Now, the gap between the two of you on the sofa had shrunk.

You were laughing so hard your eyes were teary.

“Do you remember, Y/n? Your shirt was on backwards, my pants were on the other side of the room, we were moaning so loud half the theme park could hear us!”

You dried your eyes, sighing. “I bet we scarred a few kids for life that day…”

Yuta’s lip curled up in a smile that sent your heart racing.

You looked down. Subconsciously, your hand was massaging Yuta’s denim-clad knee. You retracted it.

“God, we really knew how to have fun, didn’t we?” You could barely remember the time before you had your three children. It was rose-coloured.

“I mean, Disneyland was nothing. Remember Taeyong’s attic? The nightclub bathroom? I could go on…”

“Ahh!” You mimed blocking your ears. “There are kids in the house, you know!”

In doing so, you lost your grip on your whisky glass, which was balanced on your knee. Yuta grabbed it before it fell, and his hand was suddenly on your thigh.

He let go, and you cleared your throat.

That was hours back. Now, you were having difficulty sitting straight. You’d lost count of how many whiskies you’d downed.

You grabbed Yuta by the shoulders and shook him. “Look! Let’s just get it out of the way. ASAP, straight, completo. No regrets.”

For the first time in ages, your blood was running warm with more than alcohol. The worn denim of Yuta’s jeans was pulling your gaze southward.

“Get what out of the way? You’re not making sense, Y/n.”

You pulled the pin out of your hair and let it fall over your shoulders. “The big three-letter.”

Yuta looked at you, still bewildered. “What?”

“SEX.”

The glass fell from Yuta’s hand.

To be continued…

Part 1 ⭐| Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

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carnationcreation · 3 years

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7 with Luke please

TITLE: Uniform troubles (Luke Patterson x reader) [Marching Band AU]

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Request: 7 with Luke please (Marching Band au)

Prompt/summary: Luke really likes to bother the drum major in the marching band.

Word Count: 1,219

Authors note: I KNOW LUKE PLAYS GUITAR NOT DRUMS BUT HE GIVES ME CENTER SNARE PERCUSSION VIBES!!!! Also I didn’t really know where i was going with this so sorry if the plot seems weird, I was writing in between my online classes today

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Some people say all drum majors have an ego.

I’d truly like to think I don’t, but I would be lying if I said I was always humble on my podium above the band.

It truly is a rush, having everyone stare at and rely on you to lead them in the right direction. I couldn’t do it all on my own of course, my section leaders are a big help in keeping everything in order. My band director handles things that are too big for me.

I never had any problems with section leaders. Well, except for a few.

Reggie Peters and Luke Patterson.

Both high brass and percussion section leaders.

AKA dumb and dumber to the rest of the band.

“(Y/n)!”

I ran into the uniform room to see the youngest member of the percussion stuck inside a drum case while Luke and Reggie frantically try to unlatch the case.

“It’s stuck!”

I set to work on the other latches, “What the hell happened?”

“I don’t know!” he says, “He asked to be put in there!”

I rolled my eyes, finally after a few minutes of hitting at the rusted latches on the old drum case the boy finally popped his head out and wriggled the rest of his body to freedom.

“I swear Patterson if someone gets stuck in another case you’re on your own.”

His eyes widened, “Don’t tell Mr. Lockmore.”

“I’m not that cruel, just make sure it doesn’t happen again. You too Peters,” I said.

Game days brought a different kind of hectic. Everyone running around trying to find uniforms, instruments, and equipment made it to where you couldn’t take more than a few steps without running into someone.

Color guard always got ready during forth block. They took the most time due to having to curl and style hair as well as apply the show makeup they chose for this years theme.

After they cleared out of their room I would begin my process of getting ready. My hair took the most time so I did that first after putting my uniform on.

BLAM!

The door burst open causing my to drop my curling iron.

“Fuck!” I shouted as the iron hit my thigh.

“I’m so sorry! Are you okay?”

I saw Luke trying to zip up the back of his uniform, “I’m fine. What’s wrong?”

“Everyone’s lining up, can you zip me?”

I sighed before carefully zipping up the back and adjusting the rest of the uniform, “You really need to start actually folding this.”

“I always have to load up the percussion equipment.”

“Ah,” I said, I sighed, “Well hand it to me tonight and I’ll put the uniform up.”

“Really?” he said, his eyes lighting up and i giggled lightly.

“Sure.”

“You’re the best (Y/n)!” he shouted as he ran back to the percussion cabinet to grab his snare.

The schools fight song played loudly over the screaming fans. Everyone wore wide smiles as we filed out of the bleachers and back into the band room. After loading up my podium onto the band trailer for the competition the next day, I slowly walked back to the school. Most students had already left by the time I got there.

I saw Luke struggling to tell his section what to do and fiddle with folding his uniform.

“Give it here.”

He turned with a wide smile and handed me the rest of it, it took me a second to realize he was shirtless and my face started to turn hot.

He slipped a cut band tee over his head and started lifting the drum cases into their storage area.

I folded the suit carefully before placing it in the bang and hanging it up on the rack under his name.

“You really have it bad for him,” I heard from behind me.

Alex Mercer, the color guard captain, gave me a smirk and patted me on the shoulder, “Don’t worry, half the band has a bet going on when you two will get together.”

“What?” I squeaked, my face growing hot again.

“Don’t worry about it. See you tomorrow!”

I went into the color guard room to get ready to go home. I let my hair down from it’s decorative style with a sigh of relief.

I reached behind me to unzip the back of my uniform, I fumbled for it with my fingers for a few moments. Sighing, I stood up to try and get a better reach.

“Need some help?”

I jumped at the sudden sound, “You scared me, and yeah can you get it for me?”

He brushed a few strands out of the way, his fingertips against my neck caused goosebumps to raise on my skin. I felt the cold air against my back and for a second I was worried he saw my bra.

Thank god I always wear a tank top underneath.

“Thanks,” I said, it was almost a whisper.

“I didn’t see your parents, do you have a ride home?” he asked.

“Ugh,” I said, my arms held the uniform up against my chest so it wouldn’t fall down.

He noticed my discomfort, “Oh I’ll-”

“Yeah can you-”

“Turn around,” we both said at the same time. He gave me a shy smile and I giggled.

He turned so his back was facing me.

I slipped the uniform off and grabbed my comfy clothes to change. The leggings and baggy sweatshirt felt great after a long night in the tight uniform and cold air.

“So, do you need a ride?” Luke asked again.

“I was gonna wait till my mom got off at midnight, but if you’re offering I’ll take it.”

I went to move past him but just as I did he turned causing my to crash into his chest. My hands caught on his arms that had wrapped around me

“Sorry!” he said.

I giggled.

“I always seem to be causing you trouble, don’t I?”

I smiled and pulled back, my hands still lightly on his arms, “Not any more trouble than I can handle.”

“Oh, so miss preppy drum major likes trouble?” he smirked.

“Preppy? Who calls me preppy?” I tried to play off my blush as confidence.

He giggles, “No one except me. But I don’t think preppy is the right word.”

“What is the right word?”

“Pretty-” he says quickly before realizing what he said. His eyes go wide.

“You think I’m pretty?”

“I- I’ve always thought you were pretty. I was glad when you became drum major cause it gave me an excuse to stare at you...”

I smile and duck my head, again to hide the blush forming.

His hand slowly lifts my chin up and his palm goes to my cheek.

My eyes must’ve been filled with shock or nervousness because his next question confuses me, “Is this okay?”

“More than okay.”

His face got within an inch of mine and I really, really, hoped he couldn’t hear my heart racing.

My phone buzzes.

“Sorry,” I wince but giggle, “Well I guess I really do need that ride, my mom won’t be coming home till late.”

Luke stares at me.

“Luke?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, we should get going.”

I lean forward and place a light kiss on his cheek before rushing out to his car.

Luke whispers to himself, “I owe Alex twenty bucks...”

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wonderswritings · 4 years

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Summary: It’s been a long, tiring week and Jared plans on trying to uplift your spirits. Warnings: None Pairings: Jared Padalecki x Reader Word Count: 7335 Square Filled: Hairdresser au AN: Written for my spn bingo card @spnfluffbingo 👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻

“Hey N/N.”

I jumped, dropping my bags, gasping as I looked up, seeing Jared smiling at me, trying not to laugh.

“Jared what the hell! You can’t do shit like that!”

He broke out into laughter as I huffed, bending down and picking up my bags, sitting them on the chair in the corner, walking over to Jared, hitting his shoulder.

“Rude.”

“Sorry.”

“Yeah you better be, after all, I'm the one who does your hair.”

Jared laughed, returning back to his seat.

“What’re you doing here so early anyway? Call time isn’t till six.”

Jared shrugged slightly, pulling out his phone.

“I dunno”

I made a face, biting my bottom lip as I turned towards my bag, opening it and pulling out the pack of gummy worms. I walked up behind him, handing him the gummies.

“Don’t eat all of them before it’s time to do your hair.”

Jared nodded, tearing the bag open.

“Thank you.”

I smiled, shrugging slightly.

“Don’t mention it.”

I connected my phone to my speaker, putting my music on shuffle. Moving around the trailer, I grabbed some things I would need to do Jared’s hair, cleaning up around the trailer. I caught sight of the clock, sighing softly as I walked back towards Jared, tapping his shoulder. He looked up at me, causing me to nod towards the clock.

“It’s about time to get started, want to listen to something of yours?”

Jared shook his head, looking back down at his phone, causing me to nod.

“Okay. Do you want me to wash it?”

“Up to you.”

Jared shrugged, causing me to nod.

“Okay. I guess we can just do that later. If I remember correctly you and Jensen will be shooting in the lake some and then there’s the fight where yall are covered in blood so I’ll just wash it later.”

Jared nodded as I grabbed the brush, brushing through his hair.

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Leaning against the wall, I looked up when Marci came up, holding out a bottle of water. I sighed, pushing off the wall and grabbing the bottle.

“Thanks Marci.”

She smiled, nodding as she leaned against the wall beside me.

“I figured you could use one since you’ve been standing over here for over thirty minutes.”

I made a face, tilting my head to the side as I looked over at her.

“Really?”

She nodded, pulling her hat further down her face.

“Yup.”

“Huh.”

“Where’s Lisa? I thought she was working today?”

I shrugged, taking a sip of water.

“I think she called out sick.”

“Who’s doing makeup then?”

“Me.”

Marci gasped, turning towards me.

“What? I thought they had two people for makeup?”

I shrugged, closing my eyes as I leaned my head back against the wall.

“I dunno. Sara was apparently supposed to be covering for An who was covering for Lisa. Ashley is out on maternity and I think Lisa said she’d be able to handle both but since everyone’s freaking disappearing around here they asked me if I’d cover.”

“And you said yes.”

I nodded, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Well I mean there’s not much to do with their hair except style and spray, really not that hard.

“And it’s been a slow week huh?”

I huffed, shaking my head.

“Is this what slow feels like?” “How long have you been covering for Sara?”

“All week.”

Marci sighed, nodding.

“So it’s been a long week then.”

I rolled my eyes, huffing.

“Longest week ever.”

“Makeup!”

I groaned, pushing off the wall and walking towards the set, walking up towards Jared and Jensen, the p.a turning towards me, waving their hand in Jensen and Jared’s direction.

“We need you to add some more dirt and blood to their faces and fix their hair.”

I nodded, looking around my belt for the spray, grabbing it and looking up at Jensen, waving my hand around.

“Do you mind?”

He grinned, leaning down so I could reach his hair.

“How is it we’ve seen you all day this past week?”

I shrugged, spraying his hair and running my fingers through it before I put the spray back, grabbing a makeup brush.

“Dunno. Ask Kripke.”

Jensen whistled as I grabbed his face, turning it to the side.

“What’s got you in a bad mood?”

I added some more blood to the fake gash along his forehead, nodding when I was done, turning towards Jared and motioning for him to the same Jensen had done.

“Nothing.”

I brushed Jared’s hair back, spraying it with hairspray, looking his face over. I nodded, placing the hairspray back on my belt, turning on my heel.

“We’re good here.”

“Thanks Y/N!”

I gave Kripke a thumbs up, walking back towards Maci.

“Think you could cover me for an hour? I need a break.”

Marci nodded, and I thanked her as I took the belt off, handing it to her.

“If you need-” “I’ll call. Go on, we’re good here.”

I smiled tightly, nodding.

“Thanks Marci.”

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Jensen and Jared watched Y/N hand her belt over to Marci, Jared scowling as Jensen turned towards him.

“Wonder what’s up with her? She’s like an over excited puppy.”

Jared shrugged, watching Y/N walk away.

“I dunno. She seemed fine yesterday.”

“Maybe it’s cause she’s been doing both hair and makeup this week? Usually it’s broken up.”

“Maybe.”

“Alright boys, you ready?”

Jensen and Jared nodded, turning towards the set.

“Maybe when we finish here you can talk to her?”

Jared nodded as he moved to his marker, looking over at Jensen.

“Yeah.”

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“Y/N, Y/N are you in here?”

Jared looked around the trailer, huffing when he didn’t see her.

“Jared?”

Jared jumped, turning as Y/N walked into the trailer, making a face.

“What are you doing here? I thought everyone left already.”

Jared tilted his head to the side, grinning.

“You're still here.”

“Well yeah, I’ve got to clean up and make sure everything’s ready for tomorrow.”

“You’re literally dead on your feet.”

She grinned, shrugging as she started to clean up the trailer.

“Aren’t we all?”

“Yeah, but you especially. You’ve been doing twice as much work this week.”

“It’s my job.”

Jared huffed, shaking his head.

“We can keep going back and forth but I have a plan.”

She turned towards him, making a face.

“Oh really? What kind of plan? Because I still have a lot to do here and-”

Jared shook his head, taking her hand in his and pulling her towards the door of the trailer.

“Nope, not taking no for an answer.”

Y/N huffed, trying to pull her hand from Jared’s.

“Come on J, can’t this wait? This is important.”

“And so is this.”

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I gasped as Jared removed his hands from my eyes, looking around. Jared had decorated a section of the set with fairy lights and candles, a blanket laying in the middle with a basket and pillows on top. I turned towards Jared, sighing.

“You did all this for me?”

He nodded, biting his bottom lip.

“Yeah, uh, do you like it?”

I smiled, nodding.

“I love it.”

He smiled, taking my hand in his, gently pulling me towards the blanket.

“Come on.”

I sat down on the blanket beside him, grinning when he played some music on his phone.

“Thank you for doing this.”

He shrugged, opening the basket and pulling the food out.

“It’s nothing.”

“It’s not, but I appreciate it all the same. It means a lot.”

Jared smiled, nodding.

“You know I’d do anything for you.”

“Of course I do, you’d do anything for your friends.”

He shook his head, huffing slightly.

“No, that’s not what I mean. I-I like you. Like, like-like you.”

He turned towards me, sighing.

“And I know you don’t like me li-”

I surged forward, pressing my lips to his. I grinned as I leaned back, shaking my head.

“You totally read that wrong. I like you too.”

He glanced down at my lips before he looked back at me, tilting his head to the side.

“You like me?”

I nodded, smiling.

“Yeah, I like you. Like, like-like you.”

He laughed, leaning down and kissing me.

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All Better: Part 1

Daryl Dixon x reader

Warnings: mentions and descriptions of abuse, really guys if that bothers you a lot don’t read it, angst, its gonna get pretty sad folks, fluff, implied smut, but no actual smut, kid!Daryl, violence, bullying, smoking, I think that’s it, but if I left you something important please let me know.

Author’s note: I took a really long time writing this one so I hope its good. Please send feedback! I take constructive criticism, but not rude comments from assholes. I hope you enjoy it guys!

You first saw him when you were five years old. You were walking to school holding your mother’s hand when a big yellow school bus stopped in front of the school, its brakes squealing loudly. You watched as kids your age piled out of the bus and disappeared into the crowd of children and parents entering the school. You were amazed at how many there were. You thought that that had to be all the kids, but then you say a pair of tattered shoes with frayed laces going down the bus steps. The ripped cuffs of a pair of jeans covered the tops of the shoes. They were far too big, and they hung off his skinny legs, barely staying on with the help of an old black belt. His shirt was in the same state, the hem was hastily tucked into the front of his jeans, but the back was lose and hung almost to his knees. The long sleeves were rolled up so that his fingertips poked out, and you could see his chewed nails. When you looked up at his face you saw blue nervous eyes obscured by messy brown hair. But what captivated you was the fading purple bruise that was on his cheek. It was yellowing around the edges, and looked about a week old. He quickly looked away from you and ran his sleeve across his nose. Your mother tugged you away from the boy and out of your thoughts, dragging you towards the school.

“He looks a lot like me,” you thought, your fingers gently poking the bruise on your shoulder as you stumbled to catch up with your mother.

You saw the ragged boy in all of your classes. He was seated far away from you in the back, staring out the window or scribbling on his desk. He would often tap his pencil or bounce his knee up and down until the teacher had to tell him to keep still. He never said anything, just set his pencil down and clasped his hands in his lap and stared at them, almost as if he was afraid.

You saw him again at lunch, sitting alone in the cafeteria. The other boys and girls crowded together, opening their lunch boxes and comparing what their mothers had packed them. He ate a gross-looking sandwich from a cheap plastic baggie. You looked down at your sloppily made PBJ in your hands, in similar packaging. You had been reassured by your teachers that making friends is easy, so you pushed back you fear and walked over to him.

“Can I sit here?” you said in a small voice.

He glanced at you, and hunkered lower in his seat, but nodded. You sat down opposite from him, and looked at him again. He seemed really nervous. You’ve never had a friend before, and maybe he never had one either. Maybe you could be eachothers friend.

“I’m Y/N,” you said.

He was quiet for a moment before speaking. “Daryl.” he mumbled..

His answer gives you the confidence to talk again. “It’s my first day.” you said, taking another bite from your sandwich, swinging your legs that were to short to touch the ground.

“Me too,” he answered, still not looking at you.

You were quiet for a little bit. Daryl finished his sandwich, and sat there picking at the flaking paint on the table, his knee bouncing nervously. He still looked hungry.

“Do you want the rest of my sandwich?” you questioned.

His eyes got wide and he quickly shook his head no, his cheeks getting flushed.

“You can have it. I’m really not hungry,” you reassured him, holding the half-eaten sandwich out to him. He stared at it for a while, before tentatively reaching and taking it from you. He munched on it hungrily and you giggled. He smiled a little and bent his head down so you wouldn’t see him blush.

“I’ve never had a friend before. Do you want to be my friend?” you asked hopefully.

For the first time he looked you in the eye, brushing the hair from his with his thin fingers. He nodded, and you grinned happily.

After that day, the two of you were as thick as thieves. Every recess and lunch break was spent together, either pushing each other on the swings or playing in the dirt. Daryl still didn’t talk much, but he seemed content to listen to you jabber about anything and everything. Sometimes you’d talk about your mom and you’d both get super serious.

One day, he reached out brushed his fingertips along the bruise barely hidden by the collar of your shirt. You flinched.

“Sorry,” he mumbled.

“It’s okay,” you whispered.

He looked at the bruise again. “Does it hurt?” he asked. You nodded.

“Do yours hurt?” you questioned. He nodded too.

You held your hand out for him, and he took it. You gently pulled back his frayed sleeve to reveal the purple fingerprints on his wrist. He tensed, but didn’t pull his hand back. You leaned down and placed a tiny kiss on his damaged arm.

“All better,” you said, smiling up at him. He smiled back, blushing slightly. Then he did something that he had never done before. He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around your shoulders carefully. You were shocked, but you squeezed him tightly in return. The hug only lasted for a few seconds before he pulled away, and his arms returned to his sides. You both sat in comfortable silence as you watched Daryl’s fingers draw meaningless patterns in the dust.

You went through grade school side-by-side with Daryl, and your friendship strengthened every day. But middle school changed both of your lives. There was no longer alphabet songs, or read-aloud times. No, middle school was filled with boys who smelled like sweat and girls who wore too much perfume. On your first day of middle school, Daryl and you looked at each other with wide eyes and you gripped his hand. You braved the crowd of weird-smelling people and eventually found your lockers. Luckily his was only a few down from yours. Middle school had a different atmosphere. There was a definite hierarchy of kids. It was different that grade school, where the girls would giggle at your messy hair and drab clothes, but would generally leave you alone. At middle school, there were the popular kids, and basically everyone else. The popular girls would wear wedge heels and too much lip gloss. When they walked everyone moved out of their way, as if they were royalty, which they basically were. The popular boys were loud and disruptive. They would flirt with the girls, and they wore expensive sports shoes all the time. As for everyone else, if you were lucky, you were invisible to everyone, instead of getting beat up and bullied.

On this particular day, Daryl wasn’t lucky enough to be invisible. As he was walking to his locker, he accidentally bumped into a tall boy, wearing a black leather jacket.

“Hey! Watch where you’re going Trailer Trash!” the boy yelled as he shoved Daryl roughly back into the wall. Daryl’s head hit the wall hard and he instantly felt dizzy. You turned the corner just as the bully pushed Daryl. Protective anger filled you and you rushed to him, dropping your books. You shoved the boy back with all your strength and he crashed to the floor, landing on his butt. Everyone in the hall was watching now, including the bully’s friends. Another boy, with similar clothing and hair, grabbed your shoulders and slammed you against the concrete wall. One of his hands clamped around your throat, pinning you to the wall. You let out a strangled yell. Pain erupted through your throat as you struggled for air. Daryl was fighting to help you, but two boys were holding his arms, while another punched him. The boy landed a hard punch to Daryl’s stomach, and Daryl sunk to his knees, groaning. The students around you were cheering and yelling, like it was some sort of hyped up boxing match, and not a completely violent and unfair fight. A woman’s loud voice broke through the shouting. Finally a teacher had come to stop the fight. When the boys saw her they instantly let go of you and Daryl. You sank you your knees, coughing and wheezing. Your eyes watered, and your head pounded. You looked at Daryl to see that he was doubled over and gripping his stomach. The teacher marched the boys to the principles office, after instructing Daryl and you to go to the nurses office. You both staggered there, supporting each other till you were able to collapse on the bench. The nurse asked you what happened, and you explained it all, knowing that Daryl wasn’t one for words. He looked pale and afraid, and you realized what he just had. This was going to be told to your parents, and your parents never liked it when you messed up, especially in school, in a public place where people could see you and talk about you. You gulped and stared at him with wide eyes. He looked up at you and saw tears brimming in your eyes. He reached over and squeezed your hand, trying to comfort you. You gripped his hand just as hard. The nurse checked you both over, and luckily there were no broken bones. You had bruises, and Daryl had a busted lip. but you weren’t worried about the pain you felt now. It was the pain that was sure to come in the future that terrified you. The nurse finally let the both of you go, and you both gathered your stuff and walked out of the school together. You walked in silence until you got to Daryl’s street. He stopped and looked at you sadly. You pulled him into a tight hug, and he reciprocated the hug. You clung to each other in terror of what was to come. You buried your face in his shoulder, trying to hide your tears, but he noticed anyway. Your body shook with sobs. Daryl buried his nose in your hair. He could smell your shampoo, a scent that he loved.

“We’re gonna be okay,” he muttered. “We are.”

You nodded, and pulled back to wipe your nose and eyes. You looked up into his glassy eyes and took a deep breath.

“We’re gonna be okay.” you repeated, resting your forehead against his.

Eventually, the terrors of middle school were behind you. You were now in your sophomore year, sixteen years old. You had both gotten through the tortuous first couple years of puberty, and high school wasn’t nearly as hell-like as middle school. Though you still didn’t fit in, you stuck together through it all. A lot had happened in the last couple years. Your mom had been driving drunk, and hit someone. She was charged with manslaughter, and she went to jail. The relief you felt when you had been sent to live with your aunt, who was just fifteen minutes away, was indescribable. You still went to school with Daryl, and even though your aunt wasn't perfect, she took care of you, and treated you kindly. Daryl’s drifting older brother had shown up out of the blue, and Daryl had managed to get out from under his father’s roof. He lived with his brother now, and although Merle was a trouble-maker, and pressured Daryl into doing stupid things, it was still better than living with his father.

It’s May, and the sun was out as Daryl and you sat under a tree in the shade. You had discarded your sandals and now the grass tickled you toes. Daryl remained in his sleeveless button-up shirt, black jeans and scuffed up boots. You were jabbering away about something you’d seen on TV last night. Daryl wasn’t really listening. He was staring at you, your lips when you smiled, your hair framing the edges of your face, the way your nose scrunched up when you laughed. God he was so in love with you. He never could get up the courage to ask you. You friendship was so important to him, he was scared he would ruin it if he told you he liked you. His thoughts were interrupted by your voice.

“So what do you think? Pick me up around 8:00 tonight?” you questioned.

“Um... yeah, that sounds good.” he answered, not knowing what he was agreeing to. You laughed then. He loved that laugh, your head thrown back, eyes crinkled, a wide grin on your lips.

“You weren’t listening at all, were you Dixon?” you giggled.

He smiled. “Um, no. I wasn’t,” he admitted.

You laughed again. “I said we should go to that cliff by the lake tonight, swim a little maybe.”

He nodded. “Okay, sure.”

He picked you up right on time. You were in a t shirt and shorts. Daryl was in his regular clothes, with no intention of changing into anything that is above his ankles. You hopped on the back of his motorcycle, and wrapped your arms around his waist. You trusted him completely and he never drove unsafely when you rode with him. You rested your cheek on his back, feeling comfortable and safe, enjoying the wind rushing past you, and the feeling of Daryl’s heartbeat under your fingertips.

You finally got to the cliff, and carefully picked your way down the rocks until you got to the beach at the bottom. Daryl reached up a hand to help you down the last rock and you accepted it gratefully. You didn't let go of his hand as you lead him over to a patch of sand to sit with you. He took out a pack of cigarettes and offered you one. The both of you smoked for a while in a comfortable silence, just enjoying each others company. You stubbed the last of your cigarette out in the sand and stood up, holding your hand out to Daryl.

“Swim with me.” you whispered.

He just nodded, taking your hand and standing up. You stepped back to take of your shirt and shorts, leaving you in your bikini. Daryl’s breath caught in his throat, and he coughed nervously, rubbing the back of his head. You looked beautiful in the moonlight, the light from the water reflecting off of you, revealing the parts of your body Daryl knew you hated, all your freckles, stretch marks and scars, a lot of scars. He still thought you were just as beautiful.

You laughed at his nervousness, “Come one Dixon, you’ve seen me change before.”

You headed towards the water, motioning for him to follow you. He struggled out of his worn boots and took off his socks. Then he unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off his shoulders, feeling it slide over the scars on his back. He unbuckled his belt and let his pants fall down before kicking them to the side. He felt nervous, being this exposed to you, but he couldn’t imagine doing this with anyone else. He waded into the cool water after you. You swam up to him, your hair wet and dripping. You stood next to him. The water was chest deep on you, and a little bit over Daryl’s belly-button. You reached out and traced one of the scars on Daryl’s chest gently with your finger. You felt his heartbeat quicken. You looked up into his eyes, and they were full of pure love and adoration. He tucked a piece of hair behind you ear, and then let his hand rest on the side of your face, his thumb brushing against your cheekbone. You moved a little closer so you could wrap your arms around his neck, your fingers playing with hair at the base of his skull. His arms went around your waist, and the two of you just held each other, swaying a little in the water. Daryl couldn’t pretend anymore. He felt like his heart was about to burst. He pulled back enough to look into your eyes. He rested his forehead against yours, your lips were impossibly close.

“Y/N.” he whispered.

“Yeah?” you breathed.

“I love you.”

You stared up at him. “I love you too.”

Daryl kissed you then. His lips were soft and gentle, not demanding or pushy. The kiss only lasted for a couple seconds, and he pulled back to look at you, to make sure that that was okay. Your eyes fluttered open and met his.

“I have loved you since the day I met you, Daryl Dixon,” you whisper.

You brought your lips to his in another kiss. His arms pulled your body impossibly close to his. He kissed you soft, slow, and sweet. The two of you basked in that moment, so full of love for each other. Your legs wrapped around his waist, and his fingers tangled in your wet hair.

He made love to you that night, on the towel you had laid out on the sand. It wasn’t rushed or rough. He was gentle, whispering promises of love to you, telling you how beautiful you were.

After, he held you against him, his fingers nonchalantly tracing patterns on your bare skin under his shirt that you were wearing. The moonlight shone down on you, and the only sound was the waves washing up on the shore.

“I’ll love you forever.” Daryl whispered to you.

“Forever,” you repeated.

There will most likely be a Part II so stay tuned!

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Nothing That Lasts Forever

A BTS fanfiction

Trailer - ch1 - ch2 - ch3 - ch4- ch5 - ch6 - ch7 - ch8 - ch9

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Warnings: Major Character Death, Blood, Demons, Fighting, Verbal and Physical Abuse, Mention of marijuana, Death, Cursing, Fire, Unintentional Self-harm, Gore. Yoongi’s injury

Chapter One: Otsukare

Yoongi’s POV

I glance down at my phone, a new text from Hoba. ‘5 mins away :p’. I don’t bother responding but instead, give Jungkook a slight shove. His shoulder is digging into mine, dozing off on the couch. Drool comes from his lips to the cushion, luckily not my shirt sleeve. He barely lifts his head as I stand up, heading to the table where our things are packed. I roll my eyes looking over him slumped on the couch. I get it, I’m tired too, but he can rest in the car.

“Hoseok will be here soon, you better not forget anything,” I lecture, and he nods his head. He isn’t listening and I know it. I shake my head, double-checking my bag for my charger. I don’t want to forget it, even if I won’t be on my phone that often. Hobi’s charger has been lost and there wasn’t time to get a new one so he’ll want to borrow one of ours on the trip. I glance at my phone, at full charge and it will probably stay that way.

“No no, I won’t,” he mumbles, groggy still. It is gonna be a long drive, so we had woken early, he’ll likely claim the back seat to crash in. I pout, knowing I won’t be able to rest my eyes. It’s better to drive with an extra pair of eyes on the road. I’m glad that Hoseok volunteered to drive in the first place. Jungkook had agreed to drive on the way home so maybe I can nap in the backseat then.

“Your charger?” I ask, grabbing the bag of food and placing it on the counter. Chips, bread, some soda, mostly sweets but Hobi is bringing the cooler with our sandwich makings.

“Yeah it’s in there,” he mostly whispers. I shrug, won’t be my problem if he hasn’t packed it. He just won’t have a phone, no biggie since we are meant to be on holiday. Slinging the bag over my shoulder I take up my suitcase, heading to the door.

“Come on, why don’t you help me bring some stuff outside so we can just stick it in the trunk and go.” He gives a short hum as I head out. Whatever, I’ll just make him unpack everything when we get to the cabin. The door slams behind me as I walk down to the elevator. It takes me slowly to the lobby, but I head out the back where I know Hobi would be parking. The air is chill against my cheeks as I push myself out the door. The summer is just at its tail end, making the mornings and evenings quite chilly. Looking around for his car I hug my bag tighter. Hopefully, the weather will warm up for our trip.

His car pulls in, stopping in the spot ahead of me. As he exits the vehicle, the trunk opens up. Stuffed inside is the cooler and his suitcase.

“Hi hi hiii,” He cheers, a huge grin spread across his face. He jogs over to me, taking the bag of food from my hands. “It’s a good day aye?” He hums, walking me back over to the car.

“Yeah,” I grin, pulling up the suitcase into the trunk beside his, giving it a push to leave room for Jungkook’s. “Hoping for nicer weather.” I nod up to the cloudy sky, a blinding white, but the sun is still hiding.

“When we get there it’ll get warmer,” He assures, dropping the bag in, and pulling me in for a hug. “Where’s Jungkook?” He says, releasing me and shutting the trunk.

“He probably fell back asleep upstairs,” I sigh as Hoseok leads the way back inside shrugging.

With a cheeky smirk, he hops inside the elevator, “Can’t lie I almost fell asleep on the road.” And with my silence, he gives a chuckle.

My elbow finds his side, “Hey drink some coffee next time.” I sigh, “Oh, and don’t text and drive either.” I scold, crossing my arms. He makes a pop with his mouth ignoring what I said. “I’m being serious you could get killed,” I mutter as we walk into the hall back towards the room.

“You’re right, I won't anymore.” He smiles, opening the door for me. I take a step in, Jungkook looming right over me. I bump into his bag just as he is coming out the door.

“Ohp sorry Yoongi hyungie.” He laughs, eyes slightly swollen, but awake nevertheless, hair draped over his cheeks.

“You left nothing behind right?”

“Nope,” He shakes his head, “stop worrying so we can have fun,” He huffs. He’s lucky I know he’s teasing.

“So we are ready to get on the road?” Hobi asks, leading the way back to the elevator. “Good Morning Jungkookie.” they squish right into a hug. “Are you excited?” Jungkook hums an answer, stepping in after him.

“Where is it exactly that we are going anyway?” He questions, and I’m wondering the same thing.

“Gangwon Province, a little cabin that I rented for us in the woods,” He informs us. “I don't know, I just thought it would be nice for us three to get away for a little.” I nod, it is a good opportunity for us, this weekend we have no upcoming filmings or recordings to do. Namjoon is helping Jimin on his own solo album and Taehyung is going to be with his family. Not sure what Jin hyung’s reason for not attending is.

“Yes yes, I’m glad that collab got pushed back till next week because I really wanted to join you guys,” Jungkook says, taking the first step out of the elevator as it reaches the lobby.

I bud in, “I think it will make us think back to when we did In the Soop, don’t ya think?”

“Agreed,” Hobi starts, “I brought some canvas…”

“Hey hey!” Jin calls out, running over from the stairs. He’s still in his RJ pajamas, hair strewn and eyes half-closed. I grin watching him hobble over to us.

“Jinnie hyung?” Jungkook smiles, turning back to greet him. He must have come to say goodbye and send us off. Jin squeezes Jungkook tight, muttering goodbyes.

“You drive safe now.” He tells Hoseok after releasing him from an embrace. “I hope you all have fun together.” I smile, hugging him tightly as well. “Go fishing for me,” He beams at me, grabbing my ears.

“There aren't any fishing spots.” Hobi frowns.

“Sorry to disappoint,” I say, patting his back.

“That's the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard,” He scoffs. “Who goes camping and doesn’t fish?” His lip curls up. “Well I only came down here this early to tell you to catch me a fish but I guess I did it for nothing.”

“Pshhh,” Jungkook rolls his eyes, “Yeah right, you love us and came down to give us all kisses goodbye.”

“Okay now seriously,” he points at each of us, “be safe, I’m tired and going back to sleep, text us when you get there.”

“Yes, yes, hyung. Don’t worry, got a full tank this morning,” Hobi smiles, giving Jin’s hand a squeeze before he walks away, sending a wave as he heads to the elevator.

“Too bad he has a meeting on Saturday,” Hobi pouts, as we head out the back door once more. Jungkook squints his eyes as the cool breeze hits him. All of us rushed to get in the car and turn the heat on. I’m not so sure Hoseok is right about it warming up later.

“Don’t worry,” he says, buckling his seatbelt, me next to him in the passenger like I had figured would happen. “There is full heating and air conditioning at the cabin, so if it stays cold we can just cuddle up indoors.” He turns, facing Jungkook, backing up, and exits the lot.

“That sounds really nice,” Jungkook mutters, leaning his head now covered in his hoodie against the window. I nod with a smile, turning up Hobi’s heat in the car.

“No matter what I think this will be a healing weekend for us,” I assure, after all, we have been busy filming concepts and the new music video all week. We hadn’t gotten much time to relax but the three of us would at least be able to get some R&R together. Hobi has been especially stressed, he had a pain in his ankle and was trying to not get injured while we learned the new dance. Of course, he was still overexerting himself, but now I’m glad he’ll be able to rest.

He got on the highway, it will be about an hour drive which isn’t that bad. Maybe another thirty minutes after, to get to our campsite. If it ends up being a bust I suppose we can just go home.

Hobi had turned on the radio, humming along to what had come on. He’s been looking forward to this since he rented the cabin months ago. If I can help it this will be the best weekend ever.

It’s been a quiet drive, Jungkook slept the entire ride, but he probably needs the rest. Hobi plays Otsukare as we get off the main road. Playing it from youtube it sounds awful, but I can’t stop myself from laughing.

“Don’t, don’t.” I plead, shaking my head.

“It’s sope!” He calls, looking to me for a response. I laugh, tossing my eyes to the window. It’s too early for this. I glance at the clock, 9:15 and we haven't eaten breakfast. “We’re sope!” He continues singing.

“Okayyy, let’s go!” I mumble, crossing my arms as Hoseok breaks out into laughter. He continues singing as I hum along, embarrassed. It has been years since I heard this last. It would be fun to perform again with him. Maybe I’ll ask management.

Hoseok makes another turn, the trees taking over both sides of the road. There aren’t any other cars that turned along with us. It isn't a holiday weekend so we’ll likely be the only ones on vacation at this time. Not to mention the weather, it is the same as when we had left earlier. A white cloudy blanket over the whole sky, blocking out the sun but leaving the daylight to light the road. If you look deep into the trees though, there it would be dark. Hopefully, the cabin will be in a clearing so it will be lit up, then there would also be fewer bugs. I smirk, thinking about how Hobi will likely panic once we arrive, upon the amount of bugs. Hopefully, he brought bug spray. I made sure to have mosquito nets so there is that.

“Pay attention,” He starts again! Hopping up in his chair, still keeping his eyes on the road. I don’t respond so he continues, “Okay, let's smile. It's human relations. There are mountains too” He raises eyebrows to me, turning a dial for the volume.

“There are valleys too,” I sing quietly, licking my lips and reaching for my water.

“Well, that's just what life is” He grabs my hand, stopping me from reaching for the bottle. “But the earth rotates” He holds my hand back up to my face, making me roll my eyes.

“Your dream will surely come true.”

“You too,” Getting louder.

“Me too,” And louder, producing smiles.

“Let's do our best, thank you!” We sing together, Hobi turning off onto a dirt road, making the whole car shutter.

“Ayooo, why are you sooo loud,” Jungkook moans, pressing his hands into his eyes. “It’s so early…”

“Mhmh, not really anymore.” I turn back, patting his leg. “I’m sure we are almost there anyway. Right Hoba?” I flip back up to the front, where he is turning down the volume. Eyes confused, staring off, and slowing the car down to a crawl.

“Right,” He whispers, looking into his mirrors.

“What's wrong?” Jungkook sits up, looking outside the windows. It’s getting dark under the trees, just the light coming from in between the road shining down on us. It’s deep emerald green, glowing at the treetops from the light attempting to penetrate. At the base of the tall trees though it is hard to see through, getting darker and darker the further you try to look. There aren't any paths on either side and no turn-offs. Is Hoseok lost? I look over to him, but he just stops the car completely.

“Uh, I thought the turn was around here.” He pouts, pulling up his phone which has the GPS turned on. He sighs, “yeah see.” Flicking the phone in between Jungkook and I. There it is, the turn right in front of us. But there is no road and no sign that there ever has been.

“The internet connection must be bad out here.” Jungkook bites his inner cheek, sliding down in his seat. “What’s the road called? Or like the company for renting?”

Hoseok sets his phone in the cup holder, slowly releasing the brake and letting the car continue slowly forward. “It's just like a number marker and then we drive down further to reach a small clearing and hillside where the cabin will be.”

“What number?” I ask, sitting up in my chair.

“Mhm, 189.” He mutters, mouth screwing up. We sit in silence for a while as he drives down the road. Looking at the clock it is 9:25.

“It’s been ten minutes,” I announce, and Hobi only shakes his head. He’s getting annoyed. “Maybe we missed it?”

“We are going five miles an hour,” He huffs, squeezing the steering wheel. “Oh well, we could turn back around.” He shrugs, letting out a sigh, but I can tell he is still bothered. Must be stress weighing him down.

“Oh look!” Jungkook’s finger comes in between us, pointing forward to the right. Both our heads turn to look, but I can’t see a damn thing.

“What where?”

He scoots closer to the center seat. “There there, low to the ground!” He hops up and down, and there it is. A few inches from the ground a small yellow reflective sign marked ‘189’.

“Oh thank goodness.” Hoseok speeds up, reaching the turn-off in no time.

“Why is there just some random cabin marked ‘189’,” Jungkook complains, sorting through his things. “Where is 1-188” He huffs, making Hobi smile.

“Yeah it is kind of weird,” He responds, taking the turn. It’s a tight road, trees looming overhead and thus enclosing us in the dark. So much so that the car's headlights turn on automatically, the day becoming the evening. Here the road is even bumpier, grass grown in on the path. We all go silent, eyes training over the forest as if there is something in it. But it’s just trees.

“Hobi where the hell have you booked us?” Jungkook laughs, peering out his window with a huge grin. These kinds of things excite him, exploring and whatnot.

“You know, this is not what I was expecting. Even I have goosebumps.” Hoseok shivers. His face looks slightly disappointed. He isn’t a fan of spooky things so hopefully, the cabin is much more welcoming than the road to it.

“It’s okay, you’ve seen the pictures of the cabin and it looked nice you said.” He nods to me, trying to pick up the pace of the car. Another ten minutes later and we are still driving straight down the road. The end not in sight, nor the exit behind us either. Hobi runs a hand through his hair, his whole face dropping into a frown in that familiar disgusted look. The road is so narrow that he won’t be able to turn around, so none of us say anything and he just keeps going.

“This is really getting weird,” Hobi says, his voice shaky. “I can just back us out if you want.”

“No, no, no.” I say, “this has to be the right spot.”

“I’m sure we are almost there,” Koo adds. So he does, a sigh of relief from us all as the road begins to widen and trees begin to clear. There is a little picket sign ahead marking that there is a cabin on the left.

“Finally,” Hobi smiles, pulling around a wide circular clearing, a path to the right, and a short path leading to a small wooden cabin. He pulls around, parking the car in front of where we would be staying. Jungkook is getting giddy in the backseat, opening the door as soon as Hoseok puts us in park. I smile at Hobi who is already seeming a little more relaxed to be at our destination.

We join Jungkook outside, the air still a bit nipply. Hopefully, neither of them has forgotten to pack warmer clothing. All of us are in hoodies and sweatpants as of right now. Jungkook left his things hopping around the clearing, which at the center is a fire pit and some chairs. The fire will warm us up if we want and would shoo away the bugs. Past that is the path, looking like it would lead up to another clearing and the hills Hobi had mentioned. All around us on the other sides are just trees. Without the clearing, it would be just as dark as the road in. Later tonight we’ll probably be too nervous to go outside to even light the fire.

“Smores tomorrow?” Jungkook hums, coming back around to the trunk.

“Let’s get unpacked first and then decide what we are going to do,” I say, taking out my suitcase and the bag of food. Jungkook scoffs, taking his own suitcase along with the cooler.

“Yeah it’s too cold today, so tomorrow sounds good,” Hobi answers him. “And worst-case scenario we do it on the stove inside.”

“There’s a stove?” He asks backward, as we head over to the door.

Hobi gives a little laugh, “It’s a fully functional home. Despite what you would think driving up.” Making me smirk, “Even the door has a key code instead of physical keys.”

“Oh, so it's pretty new.” I nod, as he types in the code making it obvious for us both to see 456782. “Yeah definitely wouldn’t have guessed that.” I look back to the forest, closing in on us as we file in with our things.

“Wow!” Jungkook’s voice brings me back inside, the lights flickering on in the small living room.

“Oh yess.” I nod looking around. It’s well furnished, a couch and a tv, blankets, and pillows dotted all around the room. The kitchen to the left, all stainless steel appliances. There’s a hallway to the right, likely leading to the rooms. While it’s freezing, the thermostat is located next to us on the wall. Hobi immediately turns to it, flipping it up as much as he can shivering and exaggerating the cold.

“What a pad.” Jungkook grins, leading the way into the home. The hallway stops at a blank wall and then turns to the right and goes down, four doors, two on each side and a window at the end of the hall. “One floor?”

“One floor,” Hobi answers, turning into one of the rooms. “Oop,” He comes back out, “That's the bathroom,” he announces, heading to the next door across from him. I peer in, a double bed, looking cozy. Hobi turns back to us outside wagging his finger at us. “This one's mine!” Sticking his tongue out. We shrug, moving down to the next rooms. It isn’t fair really since Hobi had likely seen the images online.

Jungkook took the next room, it was also a double bed, and I curse myself for letting him have it. There is likely a single person bed in the last room and I just knew it. And I was right. I open the door and there it is wrapped in a pink duvet. At least it looked warm and comfy. My room looks the most updated, and their room’s looking dated.

“Aww shit.” I hear Hoseok cry, making me peek my head out into the hall. He doesn’t continue.

“Hoseok?” I call and it sounds like he had tossed something in the room.

“I forgot a mosquito net.” He sighs, peering out his own door to see me. I grin, coming well prepared for this. He isn’t even forgetful but it’s always good to have an extra on hand.

“I got one.” And so I got it for him. While the cabin warms itself we settle into our rooms, helping each other set up our nets. We pack up the fridge and make sure that everything is working properly. The tv doesn’t have any cable signal but there is a DVD player and some random DVD’s in the cabin. At least there will be plenty to do if we can't go outside.

“I’m so glad we didn’t pull up on some creepy run-down haunted-looking building.” Hobi giggles, taking a seat on the couch. “I got a little nervous there.” He smiles crossing his legs.

“A little? Pshh.” Jungkook teases, looking around, and finding his reflection in a beautiful gold framed mirror. I join Hobi, pulling out my phone.

“Aye, none of that.” he makes a click with his tongue, pushing my phone down to my lap. I shake my head, lifting it back up.

“We told Jin that we would text the chat when we got here.” he nods, as I pull up the chat. “Made it safely!” Immediately it returns a failed message. I frown, seeing that there is absolutely not a pinch of service.

“What’s the wifi?” I turn to Hobi who pulls out his phone as well.

“Glamping189 is the name, 456782 is the code.” He reads off of a screenshot. But it isn’t there. In fact, there isn’t anything listed under the available networks at all.

“Ah well, that’s shit.” I groan, turning to Jungkook who just shakes himself from staring at the mirror. Vain much? “Will you look around for a router?” He nods as I get up to help him search. There isn’t one, we search each and every corner but there isn’t one at all.

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xserpentlife · 5 years

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It’s My Fault

Request: Anon: Well sweet pea and the reader are in a relationship for a long time . She is best friend with fangs and was best friend with toni *before the pretty poisons*. One she just try to kill herself *like Hannah did in 13 reason why* because she this that all of this is her fault * that toni left and that fangs almost get killed twice* sweet pea safe her the last minute . He talks to her and they end up cundle or something like that.

A/N: Do not read if you are triggered by suicidal thoughts or actions.

Warnings: Mentions of Suicide, Pills, cursing

Beta: @wayward-river as always check out her stories she is incredible

Summary: Reader thinks that everything that has happened recently has been her fault, Toni leaving, not hanging at the Wyrm much, and Fangs almost getting killed. It becomes too much for her to handle luckily Sweet Pea catches her before anything can happen

Word Count: 2956

Y/N POV

This week had been rough between all the Serpent stuff Sweet Pea had been doing and not to mention not seeing Toni due to her quitting and making her own gang a few weeks ago. It felt like everything was slowly tumbling down ever since that day. You watched Toni walking down the hallway with her new girl gang all the thoughts coming back.

*Flashback*

“I want you to join”

“You want me to what Toni!”

“Join my gang Y/N”

“No Toni, Not a chance”

“But why not we could run the gang together”

“Did you forget I’m the Serpent Queen for the time being. The serpents are my family, Jughead, Sweet Pea, Fangs. They are your family too how could you just leave”

“You shouldn’t be the queen Y/N”

“What are you talking about”

“The serpents are not a family anymore I have been in the serpents longer I deserve to be queen”

“What are you even talking about Toni?”

“Doesn’t matter look if you want to join you can, but other than that I’m out of the Serpents, I’m done”

“Wait what can I do to make you stay?”

“Make me queen”

“I, I can’t that isn’t how it works and you know it”

“Well then I’m out, bye Y/N” you were shocked not able to stop her before she had turned and walked out.

*End Flashback*

“Baby girl, Y/N… Babe!” Sweet Pea broke you out of your thoughts.

“What? Sorry what’s up Pea”

“Baby are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m good”

“Alright, hey I wanted to tell you I won’t be at the trailer till later tonight”

“Oh? Everything alright?”

“Yeah, of course, Fangs and I are hanging out at Pops you can come if you want I just know you told me you had that paper to write”

“Yeah I do, I’ll just see you when you come home okay?”

“Yeah I love you”

“Love you too Pea” You hung around the library finishing the little bit of work you had to do there and then you went to the trailer to finish the rest. Your thoughts kept racing with all the things that you could have done differently before Toni left, The things that you could have done to make her stay. A few hours after getting back you finished up the homework you had. You decided to make dinner for Pea in case they had left pops early. There were a lot of times they would end up at the quarry after pops and would entirely forget to actually get food. You heard rustling outside and opened the door to see Fangs and your boyfriend with cuts all over their faces.

“Omg what happened to you two”

“The Pretty Poisons happened”

“The pretty who now?”

“Toni’s new gang”

“They beat you up… why?”

“According to Cheryl, they wanted to send a message. I called Jones apparently he tried getting Toni to rejoin but she wouldn’t unless something happened”

“So they beat you up for basically no reason “

“Yep”

‘Alright well get in here Sweets, Fangs you too I wanna clean you up before you go home”

“You don’t have to I can clean up myself when I get back”

“There’s food on the stove”

“You had me at food Y/N”

“Thanks for cooking babe”

“No problem” You cleaned Fangs up while he was eating so after he was done he left. It was now just you and Pea. You were cleaning the cuts but you felt so bad.

“I’m so sorry babe this is all my fault”

“Y/N this is not your fault”

“It is though”

“No, it’s not now drop it there baby”

“Okay you're right” He wasn’t though, it was your fault. It was your fault Toni left.

“Hey babe”

“Yeah Pea?”

“We’re going to the Wyrm tomorrow night to hang since we haven't in a little while you wanna come?”

“Yeah of course”

*Time Jump to the Wyrm*

All day the only thoughts racing through your mind were of Toni and how much she had changed. Having her girls beat up the boys to prove a point it wasn’t like her.

Jughead walked towards where you and Pea were standing.

“How you feeling Sweet Pea?”

“Just a few scratches, you talk to Toni?”

“Yeah, she had no idea it happened” Fangs walked up at that point.

“So what she didn’t know what Cheryl did?”

“Nope not a clue”

“Damn”

“That’s crazy though I thought it was ‘her’ gang”

“I don’t know Y/N”

“I guess it’s whatever Jug”

“You know what’s weird?”

“What Fangs?”

“I mean I know Toni left us, but I kinda miss her I mean being here at the Wyrm and having her not be behind the bar or hanging out with us is so odd” He was right and you knew it. The fact that you haven’t hung out with Toni in weeks finally caught up to you. You had lost one of the only girlfriends that even existed in your life. You also pushed her out of everyone else’s all because you wouldn’t let her take your place. The anxiety welled up inside you pushing to nausea you got out of Pea’s grip and ran to the bathroom. He came following behind you and held your hair back.

“Baby what’s wrong?”

“Did you eat before you drank?” You nodded as you kept throwing up. “I- I ate”

“Okay maybe the food was bad”

“Yeah, yeah must have been” You leaned your head back into his knee before he helped you stand up.

“Let’s get you home” you walked out of the bathroom hand in hand with Sweet Pea

“Hey you good Y/N”

“Yeah Fangs I’m good just ate something weird I guess”

“We’ll catch you guys later we’re going to go home” He walked you out the door of the Wyrm opening the door for you to get into his truck.

“Baby you don’t have to leave, you were having a good time. I can get home by myself”

“I want to take you home, I’m fine I had enough fun”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive baby” You felt bad. Just like you ruined the group's friendships with Toni you had ruined the fun time that Sweet Pea was having.

*Monday*

You walked into school Monday hoping it would be a normal day, but apparently, Jughead had decided that we needed more Serpents, so he recruited the gargoyles. You didn’t want him to, but what the King says has the rule over you, and honestly even if you did disagree he most likely would have listened. But you were not in the mood to argue and you were not in the mood to fight about anything. You were afraid of them to admit it. You had spied on them, they would have known it was you if Fangs hadn’t covered. The day was going by pretty smoothly with only a few arguments breaking out. You were standing against your locker as you watched Sweet Pea as he walked towards you. He grabbed your hand leading you down the hallway.

“Where we going?”

“Jug called an impromptu meeting”

“Don’t we have a meeting tonight?”

“Yeah but that is Serpent stuff this is something about a kid Red found”

“A kid?”

“Yeah apparently no one knows who he is so I think he is gonna ask everyone to look into it”

“Are you coming to the meeting tonight?”

“Yeah, I’m gonna meet you there like I said I have some homework to do” You walked into the classroom standing in front of Sweet Pea as he sat on the desk.

“Pea where’s Fangs he never misses a meeting?”

“I don’t know babe. Maybe he didn’t get the memo he could be with Kevin”

“True”

“Don’t worry about it we can always fill him in later” Jug had started the meeting but it wasn’t long before you watched Toni burst through the door.

“Jughead you need to come now Kurtz is going to kill Fangs!” You bolted out of your position following Jughead out the door. You ran into the hallway and looked up to where Fangs was shouting from. Kurtz had him hanging over the top of the steps.

“Sweet Pea, Y/N, Jughead. Help me!”

“Kurtz let him down” Kurtz wasn’t paying attention he was talking directly to Fangs.

“You scared you dirty Serpent Spy. You're about to ascend. You’ll fly to” Your thoughts began racing. It should be you it shouldn't be him none of this was his fault. He shouldn’t have to die for something stupid that you did. You almost got caught and he took your place posing as the spy so you wouldn’t get caught and now he was about to die. It should be you. Before you could process what was happening you saw Kurtz let Fangs go. Sweet pea pushed you out of the way and he and Jughead slid under Fang’s falling body breaking his fall before he could hit the floor. You ran over to all of them hugging them. None of them were badly hurt they were all just a little sore. But you knew it was your fault everything was your fault.

You felt the anxiety building again, the anger, the guilt, everything you ran out of the school. It was the end of the day anyway. You ran to the quarry the one place you knew you could be alone or so you thought. Upon arriving you saw a bunch of new Serpent initiates sitting around a fire, so you ran back to your trailer instead. You ran in grabbing a piece of paper writing I love you on it and you stuck it to the front door so Sweet Pea would know that you would love him forever. You slumped against the bathroom wall trying to get your thoughts and nausea to go away but nothing was working.

It was you who almost got Fangs killed not once but twice, Fangs protected you twice once from getting shot and once from falling from a staircase. It was you who made Toni drop you as a friend, it was you who made her leave the serpents, it was you who made her drop everyone, it was you who made her leave everything behind. Everything… It was all you, it was all your fault… all of it. It would be better if you weren’t here, better if no one had to deal with you. Everything went bad when it had to deal with you, if no one had to deal with you everyone would be happy and everything would be okay… it would all be okay if you just left.

You stood up grabbing the pill bottle from the cabinet pouring them out into your hand. You looked down at them before putting them into your mouth and swallowing with the water from the sink. You grabbed another couple swallowing them as well. You had to do it, you had to. You needed to do this for you, for your friends, your family. They deserved better than what you always brought to them, they all deserved better. You sat there back against the wall, watching the pills in your hand. You needed to leave them, needed to make it easier for them.

Sweet Pea’s POV

“Guys where is Y/N she should be here by now, have any of you talked to her?”

“Not me”

“Nope haven't seen her since this afternoon when she ran out of school”

“Yeah, she had homework to do, but don’t you guys think it was weird that she would run out? I mean she texted me saying she was doing the work… but I don’t know”

“I mean there still twenty till the meeting”

“True” I sat there leg bouncing up and down. I waited for her to come, waited and waited but she still hadn’t gotten to the Wyrm yet.

“This isn’t right” I called her phone but it had no answer. “She didn’t answer her phone guys”

“Maybe it’s off or on silent”

“No it’s our one rule we don’t do that, I need to go” I ran to my truck peeling out of the parking lot. I felt it deep down, I felt something was wrong. I hopped out of the truck as soon as I pulled in. The note on the door I love you. Something wasn’t right and I knew for sure now that I saw that note. I burst into the trailer but I didn’t see her. I saw the light under the bathroom door and tried opening it. But it was locked. I kicked it I didn’t care. I saw Y/N sitting on the floor about to put pills into her mouth. I smacked the pills away. She picked the bottle up trying to put more into her mouth.

“Y/N stop! "What the hell is this?" I kept trying to get the pills away but her grip was tight.

“No, Sweet Pea stop! I need to. Leave me the hell alone!" She screams, struggling to free from my grip

"Baby, you can't do this, please. How many did you take? Come here!” I grabbed her not caring I shoved her over the toilet sticking my fingers into her mouth to make her gag. I was lucky she began throwing up I could see the pills land into the toilet. She kept throwing up. She finally stopped. I grabbed her bringing into my chest.

“Y/N why! Why do that! Why!”

“I don’t want to be here. I want it to be easier for everyone! I make everything worse!”

“What, what are you talking about?”

“Me Pea, everything is worse when I’m around”

“No everything is so much better”

“Stop lying!”

“I’m not baby why do you think everything is worse”

Y/N POV

“So many things. Like… Toni left because of me “

“No baby”

“Yes, Pea she wanted to be queen, she wanted to make the Serpents better, and I wouldn’t let her take my place”

“Even if you let her it wouldn’t have happened Y/N that isn’t the law it isn’t possible for her to be queen”

“But…”

“No”

“Fine, then there are other things too. I let Fangs almost get killed. Not once! Twice Pea, Twice!”

“Baby that isn…”

“Yes, it is Sweet Pea. He stepped in front of me when that gunshot rang out, and he got shot almost dying. He covered for me with the gargoyles leading to him getting held over that fucking balcony and almost dying. He has almost died twice and both times were my fault!”

“ Listen to me Y/N! Listen to me! Nothing is your fault, none of it is your fault. Toni left, she chose to leave. She couldn’t take your place that is now how the law works. Fangs cares about you he stepped in front of you, yes but you would have done the same for him. He went after you with the gargoyles but what you didn’t know was that he was undercover too. No one knew because he was undercover until a few weeks ago when Jug started stuff to get the Gargoyles to join. Kurtz found out that is why he held him over the balcony not because of you. You don’t bring negativity Y/N you bring beauty, and happiness, and good times. Baby girl if you left this world I wouldn’t be able to handle it, and everyone would miss you so fucking much do you know that. Do you know how much you would be missed? Do you want to die?”

“I wanted to make it better for you, I want to live I want to be here with you forever”

“Good because baby I can’t lose you and without you, it wouldn’t be better it would be so much worse”

“I love you Sweet Pea”

“I love you too baby girl now let’s get you dressed and into bed because I need to hold you right now”

“Why?”

“I could have lost you tonight, even thinking about that scares the shit out of me. It may be cheesy but I don’t care. I want to hold you, To know that you are here with me. You scared me shitless when I opened that door and saw you with those pills. Baby promise me, Promise me that if you feel this way ever again even for a second that you will talk to me or at least hint at it to me because Y/N if I lost you…” You saw a tear drop down onto his cheek.

“Pea… stop, stop thinking about it, baby. I never wanted to leave you. I never want to leave you. I want you forever. I’m sorry I scared you, I am so fucking sorry but I am here. I am here and I will always be here. We are forever Pea I promise you that. I fucking promise that I won’t leave you. I promise you because truly I don’t know if I could handle it myself. I love you too much to even think about leaving you” He smiled down at you taking your cheek into his hand and pressing a light kiss to your lips.

“What do you say we go cuddle?”

“I say yes, I will always say yes Pea… Always” He led you to the bed slipping off his jeans and sliding in beside you.

“I’m sorry Pea If you didn’t come… “

“Stop baby, don’t think about that. We will get through this together okay, no more apologizing, none of this is your fault, none of it okay?”

“Okay”

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secretblog1212 · 5 years

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Fuck, Marry, Kill.

So this is kind of really shit but I can’t figure out how to make it not shitty so here you go folks. XD sorry. Pretty much more High Steve with Robin just chilling with hints of sad because oof. Not a ship, they just friends.

The store was empty for the first time in three, long, trying, and teenage filled hours. Needless to say Steve and Robin were dead on their feet as they closed up shop.

Robin was quick to lock the doors, and Steve sped threw mopping the ‘poop deck’, otherwise known as the shops front. Chairs were flipped and scoops were washed at record speed. Robin was about to grab her purse when Steve stopped her.

“Hey Rob, I was wondering if you wanted to smoke tonight? We could just throw a movie in or something.”

Well that was new. Not that she didn’t know Steve smoked every now and then, but she’s never been invited before. They had been getting closer over the summer, so it kind of made sense, and hey, if he was going to offer it out for free who was she to say no.

“Sure, just let me go home and change first, meet you at yours in about an hour?”

Steve’s smile was damn near blinding. He nodded along eagerly, and they split off, Robin heading to where her mom was picking her up and Steve to his car.

After five minutes of small talk Robin decided she couldn’t put it off any longer.

“Hey mom, I was wondering if I could hang out at a friends house tonight. They’re having a movie night, I know it’s kind of last minute but I thought it might be okay since I’m off tomorrow anyway.”

She hummed in thought, “Who’s house is it?”

“The boy I work with, Steve, I’ve told you about him before.”

“He won’t try to get in your pants?”

Robin couldn’t hold back her laugh, “Not a chance, he knows I like girls mom.”

The elders face lit up, “Oh of course then Honey, I’ll drop you off whenever your ready and maybe he can take you home tomorrow.” She relented, relaxing back into her seat.

They pulled into their driveway and Robin made quick work of showering and getting comfy close for the night. Clad in sweat pants and an old band t-shirt she threw her still wet hair up in a messy bun and gathered her favorite blanket in a bag. Down stairs her mother was watching the end to the nightly news.

“Ready Mom!”

The brunette turned and did a once over of her daughter. Concluding that she was appropriately dressed for a sleepover she picked her purse up from the coffee table and the two made their way out the door.

A quick drive later and they were pulling into the Harrington’s long driveway, the first floors lights sprinkled to show where exactly Steve was.

Her mom wished her well and Robin made her way to the doorbell. Soft chimes sounded through the house.

The double doors were yanked open to reveal none other than Steve Harrington himself, ushering her inside and waving to her mom as she pulled away.

“Welcome, welcome to the wonderfully cozy Harrington residence. We have two of fifty rooms occupied, my bedroom and the living room, feel free to pick either to get fucked up in.”

Robin eyed the blank walls of the too clean house. It just wasn’t Steve at all, it seemed empty? Lonely? Like some Hallmark mansion, just not realistic at all. Down the hall she could see the flashing glow of a television and pointed. “There.”

“Living room it is then.” Steve hummed with a soft nod. “That’s where I got everything prepared so I was hoping you’d say that.”

God he was a dingus.

There was a large L shaped couch in the middle of the room, a TV facing it against the wall on top of a dresser like stand, and a coffee table littered with snacks, movies, and a few blunts between the two. Given the stack of blankets already pulled out Robin assumed that tonight was going to be filled with warm, cozy cuddling and lazy conversations.

She wasn’t complaining though. She plopped down on the bouncy cushion and reached to flip through the movie choices.

“Anything in mind Harrington?”

“Nothing particular. They’re mostly horror though.”

That raised an eyebrow, hadn’t he already had enough horror in his life already? “You a big fan of horror then?” she asked.

Steve just kind of huffed then chuckled. “My dad says a real man doesn’t watch musicals or romance stuff. He only allows ‘manly’ movies in his house, don’t you want to watch a manly movie Rob?”

Robin just rolled her eyes and mumbled. “Wouldn’t know good movies if it hit him.” But she loved a good horror movie herself, she grabbed the copy of Nightmare on Elms Street and waved it in Steve’s face. “Pop her in then buddy.”

A minute later and they were situating blankets across the two of them as trailers flickered across the screen. Really Robin thought five blankets was a little excessive but Steve seemed to think it was lacking. He leaned forward and grabbed the pre popped popcorn, a lighter, and the first blunt of the night.

Ever the gentleman Steve gave her the first hit. She held it in her mouth, coaxing it down her throat while he took his own puff. After a few seconds she opened her mouth and let the smoke find its own way out, floating from her mouth and into the air like a cloud.

Steve was not as patient or content to see the slow going process, after a few seconds he blew the air out like flames from a dragon's mouth.

They traded it back and forth, watching each other’s different tricks as the drug slowly took effect, till the movie started up, their eyes glued to the screen.

Something Robin realized fairly quickly was that Steve was not a fan of horror movies. She could feel him slowly pressing further against her, flinching when things got too jumpy. She couldn’t blame him, besides if she could help comfort him through this one then she could find at least one happy movie to put in next, right?

After a particularly gruesome scene she decided she couldn’t wait that long. You might be thinking, why doesn’t she just say she wants to change the movie? Well, the thought didn’t even cross her mind. Instead she moves in with a quick distraction.

“That Nancy Thompson is pretty cute right?”

Steve stares up at her for a few seconds before nodding. Hell yeah she was cute.

“And that Glen dude, any character Johnny Depp plays is going to be eye candy.”

“Yeah.”

Good. If she had him talking then he wasn’t paying attention to the movie.

“Quick! Fuck marry kill, Johnny, Nancy girl, or Tina?”

He stuttered for a few seconds, his mind wrapping around the character selection. “Umm, kill Tina, Marry Johnny and fuck Nancy?”

Robin couldn’t help but laugh at how unsure he sounded.

“Hey well how about you?”

“Mmm,” she paused to think. “Kill Johnny, Marry Tina, fuck Nancy.”

The game kept up with characters before moving onto people they knew in real life. “Clair Burk, Tommy H, and Carol.”

Steve huffed long and hard for that one, taking another drag before even contemplating. Robin thought about her own answer as well, Clair was pretty cute, and surely Carol would have some redeeming qualities. Tommy was a nice guy if you caught him around the right people, but prone to violence, she’d have to go with “I’d marry Clair, fuck Carol and kill Tommy.”

Steve actually laughed at that one. “Understandable, understandable. But get this okay. Fuck Tommy, kill Clair, Marry Carol.” He was quick to continue when Robins head jerked to look at him, eyebrows raised. “I’ve known them for a super long time, right? So marry Carol cause we could just act like friends, and like I know you like girls and all but Tommy is kinda cute. He has freckles Rob, freckles. And he’s super strong-“

She stopped him before it could get graphic “Woah woah woah keep it PG, I don’t need a full description of how you’d want him to give it to you.”

They’d cycled through most of the kids in their grade that they both knew by the time the credits started to roll.

Steve sat up and stared her down, excited not unlike a golden retriever.

“Wait wait wait okay okay. So. Watch, sleepover with, or dinner with, kid addition.”

Color her intrigued. She gestured for him to continue. “Okay So Mike, Dustin and Max?”

The kids had grown on her since that night at the Mall, she’s like to think they were all friends. “Okay so watch Max, Sleepover with Dustin and Dinner with Mike.”

Steve burst into laughter.

Fine, if he was going to just laugh at her she’d give him something to laugh at.

Robin turned to face him and reached to grab ahold of his side, squeezing away at the fleshy skin. “Oh your going to laugh at me? Well you have a better idea Dingus?”

Steve’s laughter doubled and his hands grabbed onto her wrists. No matter how hard he tried to squirm to the other side of the couch he was stuck. Their legs had gotten tangled in the many many blankets about an hour ago, and neither had the motivation to unstick themselves.

Boy does he wish he had.

“I was lahaughihing cause mihine is the sahahme! Ihits the sahame.”

Oh. Well, no reason for her to stop. “Yeah, cause Mike's a shithead and gets in trouble, of course it was going to be the same! But now look at you Stevey, Hmm let me think of one.” She slowed down for a second, focusing in on who she would pair up. “How about Lucas, Jane, and Will? I won’t stop tickling you till you answer.”

I Steve kicked out as she moved her way up his ribs, digging between the bone. Somehow he ended up with his back against her, trapping himself.

“Wahahtch Lucas, dineher with Jahanehe, Wihihill sleheep ohover!”

She slowed down her fingers, not quite stopping but changing to fluttery touches that left him giggling.

Steve’s arms felt heavy and all he could think about was the tingling of her nails over his stomach and neck. He let his hands drop into his lap and threw his head back onto Robins shoulder.

“It feheheels weirherd.”

Robin leaned down to his ear to tease the poor boy. “Do you mean it tickles Steve?”

The boy nodded, hiding his blush in the crook of her neck.

“Come on, you can say it buddy. Tick-le, easy peasy.”

Steve burrowed deeper into her neck, hiding himself away from the word.

“Fine,” she huffed. “If you won’t say it then at least tell me that you like it. It’s kind of obvious at this point.”

He only leaned further onto her, probably hoping to disappear.

“Well that just confirmed it Dingus.” She cooed.

She kept up the light touches till Steve’s face had lost some of its pink. He was still squirming occasionally when her fingers strayed a bit to close to his side, and he rolled himself so they were chest to chest.

If she was wondering what kind of stoned Steve would be before she had her answer. He was touchy and clingy when high, and it somehow fit perfectly even with his previous bad boy routine.

His breathing evened out and he was fully slumped against her.

Robin stretched as far as she could for the remote and a bag of chips before laying herself back down. Now that Steve was actually asleep she could try and really watch the movie. What were best friends for if not being a pillow anyway?

#steve harrington #cuddly steve #steve and robin #high steve #robin buckley #high robin #tickles #ler robin #just best friends #stranger things #st #tickle fic #fic

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kaeda-the-wolf · 4 years

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MUSIC GAME

Rules: You can tell a lot about someone by the type of music they listen to Hit shuffle on your media player and write down the first 20 songs, then tag 10 people. No skipping.

I'm not tagging ten people but I love this idea. I'm also adding my commentary, because why not?

1.) I'm Not Okay - My Chemical Romance

(And old throwback I'll forever love!)

2.) Rocky Road To Dublin - The Dubliners

(The opening scene of my book is a bar fight set to this song.)

3.) Dark Times - The Weeknd Ft. Ed Sheeran

(Sooo bluesy.)

4.) 1755 - Moonspell

(This is the title track from the album of the same name. One of my top favorite albums of all time.)

5.) Ramble On - Led Zeppelin

(I've loved Led Zeppe for years, but this particular song is particularly special to me, because it was one of the songs played right before I got to watch Rick Springfield live. The best concert I have been to. It was free. I got to give him a hug when he came down into the crowd. Good times.)

6.) Iron - Woodkid.

(From the Assassin's Creed: Revelations trailer. This was the first AC game I played, and it's tied for being my favorite with Black Flag.)

7.) Life Finds a Way - Helion Prime

(A metal band inspired by the Riddick movies? Hell yeah. Also, this song inspired an idea for a short story/short film concept that spawned one of my favorite original characters that I have: a silver eyed, navy blue haired alien royal who flees her home planet after a bloody coup in which pretty much all of her family are killed. She crash lands on earth and befriends the disgruntled veteran who saves her.)

8.) Nymphetamine Fix - Cradle of Filth

(This is still one of the most magnificent examples of genuinely poetic, gothic music I've ever heard. It's been a fav for years.)

9.) Stay - Poets of the Fall.

(Pretty sure these guys have taken the spot of being my favorite band and if they're not my favorite, they're 100% in the top 10. Do yourself a favor and go listen to their whole discography. I have ALL of their songs on my phone. Fans of the game Alan Wake will recognize them as Old Gods of Asgard.)

10.) Long Way Down - The Evil Within Sountrack

(ONE OF THE BEST GAME INTROS EVER!)

11.) So Sorry To Say - Celldweller

(I have listened to Celldweller for well over a decade. The self-titled debut album is another one of my all time favorites. Celldweller is also the first band/artist I really discovered on my own so the music is particularly special to me.)

12.) Broken Wings - Evergrey

"From loss into your embrace/ I fled the fear and the dark of days/ Like an angel of fallen grace/ My broken wings can't hold my weight, no/ I came so close that I felt the flames/ I came so close that I'll never be safe again/ I'd give anything to find a way/ To leave the fear and evacuate.

You wanna talk about songs that have gotten me through some SHIT? This is one.)

13.) Cumberland Gap - Jason Isbell.

(I live in Kentucky. Right on Lake Cumberland. I was not born here, didnt grow here, never wanted to move here; I hated living here for YEARS. Still do some days. If there was a song to describe my feelings about this place, its this one. Also, Jason Isbell is an incredible songwriter. Cover Me Up, If We Were Vampires, Yvette, Elephant. Such great song writing.)

14.) Lili Twil - Myrath.

(Tunisian Power Metal with heavy middle eastern oriental influences. Good shit. This is one of my top favorites from them.)

15.) Weaker Girl - Banks

(This is hella relatable for me, and a lot of women, I think. Need a song that'll make you feel like a bad bitch? This is one of my favorites for that. "Im'ma need a bad motherfucker like me"? You bet your ass I do.)

16.) Don't Talk To Strangers - Rick Springfield

(See #5. I got to see this man alive and hearing the whole audience sing this word for word was amazing. Had it stuck in my head for a month afterwards. Even at 70 something Rick Springfield puts on one hell of a show.)

17.) Hozier - Dinner and Diatribes

(I grew up on blues. Hozier is that perfect bluesy, folksy goodness that gives me life.)

18.) Matisyahu - Jerusalem

(Hands down, one of my favorite artists. I'm not a religious person; I guess spiritual would be a more apt word, and this man's music is just so, so special. I had a teacher in 7th grade show me this song, and I've been listening ever since. This is a song I listen to when I really need a pick me up.

19.) 'Til It's Gone - Yelawolf

(This song kicks me right in the soul every time I hear it. It's so relatable to me. Know it word for word. I have a lot of heavy metal on this list, but hip-hop has a special place in my heart, too.)

20.) Fiddler On the Green - Demons and Wizards

(This song has a very distinct story... its one of the most unique songs I've heard in a long time. There's so much sadness and power to it. It's really something else.)

Bonus round because I wanted to see what else would come up:

1.) Get Down - Emigrate

(I fucking love Rammstein. I fucking love Richard Kruspe. This song is part of what inspire me to pick up bass. It's such a jam.)

2.) Seeman - Rammstein

(SPEAKING OF RAMMSTEIN. One of my absolute favorites of theirs. Till Lindemann is one of my all time favorite vocalists. Also, again on that bass... Oliver Riedel really knocked that intro out of the park.)

3.) Enola Gay - Sugizo

(Most people know Sugizo from either Luna Sea or X Japan. He's got a lot of really unique and beautiful solo work. This song is one. In my 11th grade English class, at one point in the semester we had to choose a book to read and then take a test over it. I chose Hiroshima by John Hersey -I was the only one to do so, as it was the most difficult read out of the books we could choose from- and I listened to this song on repeat through the whole process of reading it. I really feel like it captures the anguish Japanese people went through in the weeks after the bombs dropped. It definitely gave me a new perspective on the whole ordeal. What they went through was horrible, and I think the U.S. really opened up a can of worms by bringing nuclear weapons to the table when it comes to conflicts and war.)

4.) Romance - Buck Tick

(Another amazing Japanese group. Freaking love this song.)

5.) Bitter Pill - Billy Idol

(This song is so fucking good and it reminds me of my best friend. It's like he took my love and soul deep appreciation for her and put it into words. I really love it.)

#music #personal

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psychoangiethings · 5 years

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The Bloodline [Roman Godfrey x Reader]

Warning: Adult themes & language, murder

Other tags: Magic, friends to lovers, slow build, nightmares, witches, upirs

Summary: After very suspicious car crash that killed both of her parents, Abigail Wolff moves in with her aunt to Hemlock Grove only to discover a truly interesting family history which her father kept from her. As she awakens her powers, something much older and terrifying is coming after her. Or maybe not after her at all.

Chapter 8

Masterlist

Chapter 9 - Drive faster

15th December 2016

It was early in the evening when I yelled into the house I'm going for a run which was a code for practising in the forest. In every grimoire I read that every witch has to be in perfect balance with nature so I thought how will I get there? The answer was really simple, all I had to do was let my power flow through me with my hands in the ground and try to feel the life and power of earth. Just to get on the same page without hurting anyone or myself, get to know each other. It became easier when I was deeper in the forest, not afraid of someone walking onto me.

So, wearing my oldest pants, that once had beatiful dark blue colour, and shirt with long sleeves and a thin vest, I went out. During those days I tried to go there as many times as possible, to gain my balance. I even found a place that reminded me of Amira and her battle. Well, kind of. I sat down in a circle I made of stones earlier and sighed. The stones were signaling me where I felt good and in harmony.

For no reason I recalled my dialogue with Peter few weeks ago when I went to him because I really needed to know what did he know. About me, about supernatural and what was he willing to share.

"What are you doing here?" Peter told me leaning against the doorframe, hair dishevelled wearing only pants. "I don't have time for you," he mumbled and tried to close the door.

I grabbed it with my hand. "And I'm not convinced, so let me in." He did. Obviously not thrilled but offered a beer anyway and when I declined he opened it for himself.Inside the trailer looked slightly better. Still I got the impression of being able to quickly grab your important stuff and leave the town if shit hits the fan. Smart thinking.

Peter sat on the sofa in front of me and sighed. "So?"

"So I put one and one together. Why the hell didn't you tell me?"

"Straight to the point. Fair enough. You have to be more specific. Didn't tell you what?" He took another sip and relaxed into the sofa.

"I wondered why Erika invited your mother and then it hit me. She knows about Erika. She knows about me. So what are you? Gypsy witches?"

"Don't be ridiculous."

"I'm not joking, Peter. I'm fed up with half-truths and lies, so tell me what are you, people? Or should I look at that myself?" I said and pointed with a finger at my right eye.

"I knew the difference the moment I saw you that day with Roman. Wondered why you have that and what does it do," he mumbled and lit up a cigarrete. "Just look at me and tell me what do you see."

I could tell he was curious but so was I. Besides my hallucinations I've never used it for its rightful purpose. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to shut it down too. Maybe it was time to find out. "Lerath ma garem. Open, my eye." Even hours and hours of practising couldn't prepare me for what I saw. There was the slightest hint of wolfish ears created by white smoke above his head and in front of his face there was a wolf's face with dark eyes and bared teeth. "O-okay?" I breathed out nervously and sat down on the table's corner. "So, werewolf, then?" I reached out to the smoke as he nodded, curious if it was solid or my hand would go trough. It did, but wolf opened its mouth as if he wanted to bite me, then the tongue came out and 'licked' my palm. I shivered and closed my eyes.

"What do you see? What did you do?"

"Your wolf side. It's acting on its own behalf."

That day I discovered part of the truth and wasn't ready to use my eye again. If I was able to see under the surface of supernatural beings, to see what they truly were, what else I was capable of? It scared me to death as much as I didn't know how to turn it off. After visiting Peter I kept staring on the ground because I didn't want to see and the following day I woke up, it was gone. I needed to learn how to shut it down plus tomorrow was my first day on Hemlock Grove High School. It would be shitty if something happened, right? If Roman started a gossip about a girl who lived with her aunt after her parents died and didn't show up at school right away, probably because of sulking and drowning in depression, I would be freak from the moment I'd stepped on the school ground.

Right, Roman. Alongside with Peter I didn't saw him at all. Lynda barely showed at our house and Erika... Well, let's say we had a few dialogues about important things -my powers, who's Amira and what the hell were those shadows, my right eye - and the shitty ones - what do you want to wear to school tomorrow? Should I give you a ride or pick you up?

Erika didn't know who was Amira or what was the meaning of my right eye. She didn't saw werewolves as I did so that sucked and even one of our oldest grimoires didn't mention this ability. Or Amira. While reading all those pages I got frustrated. There was absolutely nothing that would help me against that prick from my dream and it seemed that evil forces went radio silent. No attacks, no dreams, no nothing!

"Well, maybe he'll be like Voldemort. He will wait for his attempt to kill me till the end of the year." That was my way to coping with things. Sarcasm and irony. And my balance was getting a bit off. "Sorry, sorry. Less talking and more focusing, got it," I mumbled and closed my eyes.

Waking up next morning was a great pain in the ass. No, I didn't overslept. Basically I slept only four hours and woke up whole hour before my alarm. And since laying in bed wasn't my thing, I got up to prepare myself and got some food in me. Since I moved in here, during the last weeks I walked throughalmost whole town so I knew my way to school. The beauty of this town was there were no ugly yellow buses. If you had a car, you could use it, or walk there or be ashamed for the rest of your life and be remembered as the kid whose parents drove him to school everyday. I chose option B. Getting there on my feet wasn't something hard even though overwhelming majority of teenagers in Hemlock Grove drove a car. So when I picked up my bag and decided to go I still got plenty of time before it even started. Not wanting to face Erika that morning got me determined to avoid her at all costs. I've had my share of nervous talking and stupid questions yesterday.

Hemlock Grove High School was nice looking building. Erika told me earlier to go straight to principal's office, just to introduce myself and got my schedule. Saying principal was thrilled to see me would be a bit strong word. Maybe excited and definitely curious. I patiently answered every question - in a way - and then got annoyed. Wanting to know a student in a few minutes is telling something about you. Firstly - you're just curious. Secondly - you couldn't find a single filth so you want to know if the person in question is really an angel. Or in my case, you wait with dropping the bomb to the end.

"I am really sorry for what happened to you, but here you can have a new beginning, find a new friends. No one here knows about what happened, so you can relax." Well, obviously someone knows, I wanted to add but said only thanks and got out of the office.

While looking in the schedule I knew shit about what room was where and walked past the big terrarium with a snake at least three times till I gave up, leaned against it and started a monolog with school snake. This day couldn't get even worse.

"Hey there, Wolff." Correction - it could and in that moment just did. It came from behind me and I would recognize that voice anywhere. Roman fucking Godfrey. "Don't tell me you can talk with snakes too. For most would be enough your eyes to call you a witch," he joked and stopped in front of me.

"Yeah, they also called freckles the Devil's mark. So," I gave him a forced smile and looked at my schedule again. Fucking chemistry.

"I'm not even surprised you know this kind of thing."

I almost forgot how persistent he was. I wasn't convinced every rich and spoiled child was bad, no. I was convinced that the money and power they had made them capable of anything and their counting on contacts they had in higher places made them dangerous. Roman grew up in those circles, even those fucking pretty green eyes were telling 'Look, I'm a trouble but I promise you will enjoy it'. Nope, nothing for me.

"You know where's the chemistry classroom?" I asked instead with a sigh and tried to calm myself. The last thing I needed was blow this day and reveal myself as a witch.

"I'll come with you. I've got that too."

Of course I was going to the same class as he did. I groaned. It was getting better and better.

For better or worse I did manage to ignore him for most of the classes. Some we shared, some we didn't. And students of Hemlock Grove High School couldn't care less about me which was nice change. So my first day was rather boring. In the middle of our biology class I decided to shorten my time with a little walk to school bathrooms and back. Since it was last class of the day I doubted our teacher would let me. But he did and wasn't making some stupid remarks how soon the class will end and how I'm not some five year old child so I can wait.

Surprisingly, I stood in front of big white door with 'GIRLS' in shock. Not because the door was made out of some freakingly rare wood, or the notice on door was written badly. There was this moaning, again. Just to made myself sure I slightly opened the door and looked inside. Only one cubicle was closed and inside was definitely more than one person.

"Ah, yes! Right there!" A breathy moan filled whole bathroom. O-okay, so the 'BOYS' it is then. As I was closing the door again, my eyes dropped to the floor where I saw feet with a very expensive shoes. Looked familiar, though. Where did I-

"Yes! Oh, Roman!"

"What the fuck?" I so not whispered but it certainly wasn't that loud and closed the door, which kind of louder was. So he is a manwhore. Fucking girls in his car in empty parking lot, fucking them during class in school. I made disgusted noise and went back to the class.

After the bell ringed for the end of class, which was almost in the moment I came back in classroom, I tried not to think about what I heard and saw. He really had some balls to fuck around in school.

And I wasn't fucking looking where I was going, that's how I much wanted to get out so I bumped in someone. With the corner of my eye I saw bandaged hands and a phone on some kind of string. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I wasn't looking," I mumbled and carried on.

Finally able to breath outside, I tried to get around other students who were laughing and making plans for the rest of the day. I didn't get very far, still on school ground as car pulled over before me. A small retro red Jaguar. The driver rolled down the window.

"You have to be kidding me! Seriously, Godfrey?"

He just grinned and raised one of his eyebrows. "Hop in, I'll give you a ride."

I crossed my arms. "No, thanks. I know what kind of rides do you give and I think I'll pass."

"C'mon, Wolff."

"What if I catch something?"

"Like what?"

"Like some kind of disease. Who knows what're you doing in there." I looked around and realized some students were curiously watching us.

"Don't make a scene and get your ass in here."

"Fine."

Surprisingly there was no awkward silence in the car. Still I cheekily started to play with buttons of his car radio. He frowned a bit but said nothing. "What? I'm not riding with you in total silence," I justified my actions and then relaxed in my seat. It was nice car, comfortable and totally out of my league.

"You have the oddest luck to walk on me in the most peculiar moments," he said after a while and looked at me. I indicated with my hands he should be watching the road and not me.

"I wouldn't call it a luck but yeah. I've heard enough for the rest of my life I think."

"Ah, don't be a prude."

I chuckled and rolled my eyes. "I'm not! I just think you have some serious balls if you're whoring aroung in public places."

"Who's saying I'm whoring? I don't have a girlfriend."

"Sorry, I meant sleeping around, then," I corrected myself sarcastically and looked out of window. The forest was completely different in day time but something wasn't quite right. In the road curve I thought I saw a man, standing there somewhere. What? I moved closer to the window and looked to the both sides but nothing.

Amira.

"Godfrey?" I asked weakily, colour disappearing from my face.

He hummed in answer and when I wasn't saying anything he quickly turned his head to me. "You okay? Sick or something?"

How could he not feel the coldness? The sudden sickening feeling. A shiver ran down my spine. Maybe it was a witch thing? "No. Drive faster."

Something dangerous flicked in his eyes as he grinned and stepped on the gas.

#hemlock grove #hemlock grove fanfiction #roman godfrey x reader #roman godfrey/ofc #Roman Godfrey #demons #witches #soul #upirs #peter rumancek

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lyssala · 5 years

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Your Heart is the Only Place

Pairings: Terra/Aqua, Kingdom Hearts

Setting: One month after previous chapter

Rating: K

Notes: Sorry for the late update, I know I don’t work on this one as much as I should but we’re over halfway there! This one was a little tough because I don’t like to write them fighting but at the same time they’re both so stubborn lmao they’d still fight and bicker over things. So like I can’t ignore that when I go into any sort of chapter fic with them haha Also I got a comment about Xion, Roxas, and Namine’s whereabouts (I’m sorry you were on anon or I would’ve responded directly!) I started this back before we got the major trailers for KH3, so at the time I wasn’t sure if the three of them would come back, thus they weren’t written into this fic, that's all! ^^

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6. Rain

As much as Ven didn’t mind if it was his night to cook, he really hated it when he got stuck peeling potatoes. He swore Lea rigged the straws so he never drew the short one; Ven didn’t know how, but he was sure of it.

He tossed another clean one into the pan sitting on the table in front of him, only to see the pile of potatoes still in front of him. Okay, there were more than the last time he looked. He must’ve made some sort of noise of distaste because he could easily hear Riku trying not to laugh.

“Yeah, laugh it up,” Ven snorted, turning his head to see Riku still at the counter, cutting up vegetables of his own. “When was the last time either of you had to do this?”

“We all have to take turns,” Riku said, though he still looked way more amused than he had any right to be.

“Stop being so dramatic.” Lea was by the stove, keeping watch on the timer till he could put the first batch of meat in the oven but otherwise not doing as remotely hard work.

“Says you,” Ven said, gesturing over with his peeler. “Have you done anything yet?”

“Only cut up all this splendid variety of meat,” Lea said, gesturing to the pans laid out on the counter. “Pay attention, blondie.”

To be fair, they did look good and he had to hope no one heard how his stomach growled. He was about to say it was beside the point but he paused, hearing hushed voices outside the kitchen door, maybe the hallway. Ven wasn’t sure what was being said but he recognized the tones well enough. He didn’t know whether to cringe or to try and hear what Terra and Aqua were arguing about.

The oven beeped and Lea shifted to open the door, sticking the tray of meat in it.

Terra and Aqua were unique in the way neither ever raised their voices, at each other or Ven and the rest of the kids who lived here no matter how mad they might’ve been. They even got along so well he assumed most of the new keyblade bearers didn’t even know the two of them did fight especially since they never did in front of anyone who wasn’t involved; Ven was around them for a long time so he knew differently. Over the years he saw them fight in front of him or late at night when they thought no one else could hear or worst of all, when it didn’t even really seem like they were fighting but they wouldn’t talk about it so they just ended up sulking and avoiding each other. They didn’t too often anymore, though they absolutely did a lot when they were teenagers, but it wasn’t like it never happened. They not only shared their lives but also their jobs and running a home full of teenagers too; it’s not like they’d always agree on everything.

Ven recognized the low tones in Terra’s voice, his defensive nature always amplified when she was mad at him. Ven almost saw Terra standing there, shoulders back, chin up, arms across his chest, intimidating almost if it wasn’t directed Aqua who never in her life was afraid of him. He didn’t get mad often; he was the most patient person Ven knew. Terra let a lot roll of his back, well, until everything he wouldn’t say built up and he just sort of snapped. Or when he was fearful of something and didn’t want to say so. In this case it was easy to tell it was directed at her as it was her voice that was higher than usual, words falling off her lips at a rapid speed, Terra interjecting every so often.

She was the one to be intimidated by when she was upset. She was firm in what she wanted to say, voice unwavering, eyes narrowed slightly. Ven had been on the receiving end too, and it always reminded him of being scolded by Master Eraqus; they had the same sort of presence about them, it was gentle but firm. In this case though, it was probably because she was upset about something else entirely and not that Ven cast the wrong spell that could’ve been dangerous for by standers. It could have to do with Terra or might not have anything to do with him and Aqua was just upset. Ven didn’t want to say she was overly emotional, but she…well, was.

Ven glanced over to Riku and Lea both of whom stopped what they were doing, taking careful glances at the door. Clearly, neither Terra nor Aqua were doing a very good job at hiding their argument. Ven wondered if it was even anything all that serious; he supposed it must be if Terra was upset too. Usually he just went along with Aqua’s moods the easiest out of all of them; he was the best at adapting to her at the drop of a pin. If he was upset, it had to be something.

Ven cringed when he heard a door shut firmly in the hallway. Lea nearly dropped the timer he was holding, fumbling it till he could hold it steady again while Riku held the knife down on the counter, both sets of eyes on Ven obviously looking for some answers or reassurance. He could understand. Sure, they were all old enough to not even need guardians anymore but at the same time, no one liked it when mom and dad fought.

He tried to give them a reassuring smile, about to tell them he was sure everything was just fine but the kitchen door swung open so fast he nearly fell off the chair. Riku quickly started cutting vegetables again, while Lea looked anywhere but the doorway. Ven on the other hand no choice but to look up at Aqua who was walking into the kitchen.

She was wearing the same loose clothing he had seen her in last, but she absolutely wasn’t in the same good spirits as this morning. Her jaw was clenched shut, hands down at her sides as she kept her eyes firmly on the cabinets over the sink and counter. She didn’t look like she was crying, but her face had red splotches on it, another fairly obvious sign she was mad. Aqua didn’t look at any of them or even acknowledge their presence really, she just waited till she reached the cabinet she wanted and swung it open.

She was pretty tall for a girl, at least Ven always thought so, but she was already in her seventh month with not one but two and well, was showing a lot. Not that he’d ever tell her that, he valued his life way more but it was the inevitable truth. Even more so as he watched her try to get close enough to the counter to reach what she was looking for but she couldn’t. She stood up on her toes, trying to grab for a tin but it was still out of her reach.

Ven was about to risk his life to stand up and help, cause gods the last thing he’d want was for her to slip and fall but Lea was already at her side.

“Here,” he said, easily reaching a hand up to the tin which probably had some sort of sweets in it but the look on her face was enough to make him stop. He held his hands up to her, stepping back. “Alright, or not.”

Aqua sighed, reaching a hand up to her face and Ven knew her beeline of anger was broken. “No, Lea, I’m sorry,” she said, her voice much softer than it had been outside the door, and much more tired. “I didn’t mean it.”

“It’s cool,” he said, leaning back up at the counter. “I’m in no place to judge, I don’t have lug human beings around in my body.”

Ven didn’t exactly know what had gotten her so worked up, but he also knew it probably wasn’t exactly good for her either. “Hey, come sit with me,” he said, gesturing to the open chair next to him and hoping she was done with her snapping for the day.

Aqua sighed again but she did as he asked, pulling the chair out far enough so she could sit at the table without hitting her stomach against it. She dropped one hand to the wooden table, just out of reach of Ven’s vegetable peeling, and the other to the top of her stomach, fingers tapping lightly. She looked a little less angry, but she didn’t exactly look like herself either.

He hoped maybe she’d offer it up to him, but he had a feeling he’d have to press if he wanted to help and he did. He hated seeing her upset as much as he’d hate to see Terra upset wherever he went off to. They went through enough pain in their lives; they didn’t need it when they were supposed to be happy.

“Alright, what’s wrong?” Ven asked, dropping his peeler in the pile of vegetables.

Aqua looked up at him, putting on the fakest smile he had ever seen. What did she think? He was still twelve and believed everything he saw? “Oh, nothing, Ven. I’m just tired.”

“Uh huh,” he said, leaning over the table some. “Bullshit.”

“Ventus,” she warned but it was lacking any sort of force.

“I’m sorry, Aqua, we heard you fighting with Terra.” The other two were quiet still, but Ven knew they were paying attention. “So just let it out instead of letting it eat you. Judgement free zone here. Right?”

“Blondie’s right,” Lea said. He was leaning back on the counter, timer ticking away next to him.

“Of course, I’m right.”

Aqua reached her hand up to her face, running it up through her hair. “Well, I am sorry, boys, I didn’t mean for you to hear that. I forgot you were cooking.”

“It’s fine,” Riku said, his voice a little lower than usual but Ven assumed it was Riku’s way of being considerate. “Everyone fights sometimes, usually more the more you love someone.”

“I guess that means Lea really loves everyone,” Ven snorted.

“I hope you’re ready to peel potatoes for every kitchen duty, kid,” Lea said, jumping up to sit on the counter.

Ven knew Lea probably was kidding but it made a smile crack at Aqua’s lips so it was worth it should he enforce it.

“It’s just…” Aqua sighed again but this time it was a little more aggravated than before. “I love Terra but he’s driving me insane.”

“Shouldn’t you be used to that by now?” Ven asked, smiling so she knew he was only teasing.

“To an extent,” she said, reaching over to swat at his arm. “It’s like I can’t do anything at all without him making any sort of questioning comment, or asking if I should be doing those things. I’m not dying, I can still function just fine. I don’t need help every second of the day for stupid daily tasks.”

It clicked in Ven’s head almost immediately; he really should’ve assumed. He always knew this day would eventually get here when queen of independence Aqua would have to grapple with coming to terms she couldn’t do everything herself anymore. It had taken her a long time to come around to the fact she couldn’t do her job all the time, and then worse when she couldn’t even travel anymore, so it was probably just a downhill road when she couldn’t even get a tin of cookies without help.

“Okay, but, you do realize it’s because you can’t always do those tasks, right?”

Probably on habit she shot him a look, making him lean back into his chair.

“I’m serious, Aqua, I know you don’t want to hear it but it’s true. I don’t think you need to be coddled or babied, but you physically are incapable of doing some things you used to.” He thought he might get snapped at but instead she just placed her elbow on the table, propping her chin in her hand.

“I know,” she said. “I know. Believe me I’m aware of how exhausting even walking up one flight of stairs is let alone any sort if usual routine I used to have but that doesn’t mean I like to be told what I can and cannot do. I know what I can and cannot do.”

“I don’t think anyone would say you aren’t aware how it affects you,” Lea said, reaching his hand up to the cabinet to pull the tin down himself. “But truth be told, I’m not always sure you do know what you can’t do.”

Aqua turned to look at him, just as he popped one of the cookies in his mouth.

“He has a point,” Ven said. “You’ve never been good at stepping back and letting other people have the reigns.”

She arched an eyebrow as she looked back to Ven. “Are you telling me you find me controlling?”

“That depends,” he said, tapping his hands on the table. “How capable are you of murder today?”

“I think what Ven means,” Riku said, looking up from cutting. “Is that we all know you like to do things yourself and while that’s admirable, your health has to come first.”

“Look,” Ven said. “I’m not trying to gang up on you cause I completely know Terra probably takes it too far cause he worries way too much and he probably pushed you over the edge, am I right?”

“I didn’t mean to snap at him either,” she said, looking a little more like her usual self, feeling bad for the things she must’ve said.

“I’m not saying he’s always going to be right or even rational, but I think you know it’s because Terra would rather die than let anything happen to you or your kids.”

There was a small smile, a real one this time; Ven only hoped he didn’t accidentally make her dissolve into tears. “I know,” she breathed.

“So humor him sometimes, other times get me and I’ll tell him to knock it off and let you do what you need to do.”

Lea snorted into the cookie he was eating like the idea of Ven getting Terra to do anything was hilarious.

“Or, you know,” Riku said, a small smile on his lips as he looked up. “She can just talk to Terra and tell him how she wants to still be able to do some of the things she’s used to provided it doesn’t compromise anyone’s wellbeing.”

“Probably a better point,” Ven said, pointing his finger at Riku.

“Okay,” Aqua chuckled, already looking better than she had when she first came in the kitchen. “Thank you, boys.”

“That’s what family is for right?” Ven said as he leaned back, kicking the front legs off the ground some.

“That’s right,” she said, though she kind of looked like she might cry at the sentiment. That he was still getting used to.

Lea jumped off the counter, walking the short distance to the table to hold out the tin to Aqua. She smiled at him as she reached to grab one or a few but she barely had time to put it in her mouth before the kitchen door opened.

While it could’ve been Sora or Kairi wondering if dinner was done yet Ven wasn’t surprised when it was Terra in the doorway. Him and Aqua still missed the mark communication wise sometimes but they were a lot better, and a lot better about realizing when they were wrong and not letting anger fester. They knew all too well what that could do.

He looked a little unsure, one hand scratching behind his head like he was trying to figure out if Aqua was still upset with him or not.

“Hey, big guy,” Lea said, holding up the tin of cookies. “Want some?”

Terra’s eyes flickered to Aqua who had turned her head to look at him. “I’m good, thanks.” He paused, probably reading the atmosphere which wasn’t very tense anymore. “Should you be eating those before dinner?”

Lea shrugged, dropping a hand to Ven’s head to ruffle his hair. “Maybe if blondie didn’t take a million years to peel vegetables so we could eat dinner.”

“Oh, so this is my fault?” He reached up to swat Lea’s hand away.

“I am out of things to cut,” Riku said, holding the knife up in his hand slightly.

“I hate preparing dinner with you two.”

“Ven.” Terra rolled his eyes but started walking towards the table. “Just give it here.”

“Gladly.” Ven leg the chair hit the floor again as he reached over the table to pass Terra the peeler when he sat down next to Aqua.

“Somehow I don’t think that’s fair,” Riku said but Ven reached his hands up behind his head.

“Hey, he offered. That’s on him.”

Terra snorted but he grabbed a potato, starting to run the peeler along the skin. It was quiet for a moment, just the sound of the oven running, the timer ticking away. Aqua reached over to wrap her hands around his upper arm, leaning her head over to his shoulder. He turned his head to her, leaning down slightly to press a kiss to her hair.

It was hard to miss the smile on her lips, the way she sighed as she closed her eyes, Terra shifting down in his seat some to keep his head against hers. Ven supposed when you knew someone so well, sometimes words weren’t needed. They both knew the other was sorry, that they worried because they cared.

Ven pushed himself back from the table, reaching for the bowl of vegetables so he could give what he did do to Riku. Aqua said something to Terra behind them but Ven didn’t pay any attention to what it was.

The timer rang on the oven and Lea shoved one more cookie in his mouth before reaching for a pot warmer so he could pull out the meat to add some vegetables to. Ven grabbed one of the cookies from the tin himself as he leaned up against the counter, watching Riku help add what he cut up to the meal. Terra said something back to Aqua, his voice low but calm, soothing even to Ven when it was directed at Aqua.

Life moved on. They’d be okay. Everyone would be just fine, he never doubted that anymore.

#terraqua #kingdom hearts #kingdom hearts fanfic #no spoilers as I wrote this before 3 came out haha #mimi posted her fight fic so it was my turn to post this thing thats been sitting for months and months lmao #hopefully its okay ahhhhh #canonversekh #onlyplace

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sapphicscholar · 7 years

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Stronger Together prompt. Soft Sanvers is my favorite Sanvers. How about some adorable cuddling and pillow talk?

Hi, friend! I just posted the chapter to AO3 here! I combined with with prompts from @thebiwisebrownkid and @agent-dvnvers (see below)

Prompt 2: HAVE YOU SEEN THE NEW 3x01 TRAILER?!?!! THE HAND HOLDING SCENE WITH WHAT (i think) WAS SANVERS?!?! I low key feel like that was a sex scene so i was wondering if u wud write a soft passionate smutty fic post getting rings and incorporate that hand holding thing p.s. we have never seen sanvers hold hands like how the fuck has that not happened till now-Okay, so it’s not explicitly smutty, save for a line or two. It’s mainly soft (like, ya know, a PG13 movie, or what you get on the CW if you’re a hetero couple)

Prompt 2: Hi! If you’re still up for a prompt could you maybe just write a really fluffy morning in for Sanvers? Featuring a hot makeout and playful banter/teasing and lots of love? Could it also feature cuddling like Maggies head on alexs chest (basically high dosage of cute gay shit pls)

A/N:Why yes, this is soft Sanvers being engaged and ecstatic about spending the rest of forever together and maybe this is the softest, nicest way I’ve ever told a show writer to fuck off, but please enjoy it.

Chapter Text:

“No,” Maggie grunted, her voice muffled by the pillow. She could hear Alex’s soft laugh ringing out as she continued her attempt at extricating herself from Maggie’s tight, koala-like grip around her waist. “Stay in bed.”

“Let me put on coffee, and I promise I’ll be right back.”

“Five more minutes?”

After a moment, Alex acquiesced, letting herself be led back down to the pillows as Maggie’s head found its way to her chest, her fingers curling against Alex’s abs and her legs tangling with Alex’s. The look of pure contentment on her face made her look many years younger, and Alex couldn’t help wishing that they could stay like this forever, far removed from the worries and cares of work and life and a city that seemed to be forever under attack.

Maggie hummed in contentment as Alex carded her fingers through her hair, feeling herself drifting in and out of consciousness with the soothing motions.

“How about I go make us coffee now?” Alex whispered, moving like she was going to get up.

“No,” Maggie whined, reaching up above her for Alex’s hand and drawing it down. As she clasped Alex’s hand in her own, letting their fingers curl together, she looked down at their matching engagement rings. They’d talked about whether or not it was practical to get them, tried to figure out if they’d even be allowed to wear them out in the field, but eventually they both decided that it was worth it. They wanted the world to know they were in love, that they were lucky enough to be spending the rest of their lives together. And if that meant that Alex had spent a few long nights in the lab with some gems from outer space synthesizing a compound even stronger than diamond for their rings…well, it was worth a few nights apart in the end.

“You look good with a ring, Danvers.”

“I could say the same to you, Sawyer.”

“I look good in anything, though,” Maggie teased, pulling herself up to kiss Alex—her fiancée, and god would she ever get tired of saying that?

“I think you looked best in nothing but the ring…” Alex trailed off, turning over in Maggie’s arms to kiss her properly as memories from the night before flickered through her mind. Even though they’d been engaged for weeks at that point, there had been something new to sliding rings onto each other’s fingers, something that felt absurdly romantic but in the best of ways. Alex had insisted on taking Maggie out to a nice dinner, needed the world to see how perfect they looked together, for the world to see that they belonged together. As they waited for their food, they couldn’t help the way their hands drifted across the table at dinner, finding one another, fingers lacing together, watching as the rings seemed to sparkle and flash in the candlelight.

They’d skipped dessert, too eager to get home, to hold one another close and celebrate each and every part of the commitment they were making to one another. But, eager as they were, they’d managed to take it slowly. The kisses were soft—every gentle caress and breathy sigh full of new meaning, every whispered “I love you” trailing off into the unspoken “forever” they couldn’t wait to celebrate in front of their friends and makeshift families. Clothes had been slowly pulled off, fingers and lips tracing reverent paths across every inch of newly revealed skin. When they finally fell into bed, they’d held each other close—gasps and moans swallowed by heated kisses, the press of soft, warm skin a welcome embrace—finally falling asleep with Maggie’s arms and legs wrapped protectively around Alex, their hands tangled together.

The rumble of Alex’s stomach finally pulled them apart. “Okay, time for food—for real this time.”

“I can think of something I’d rather eat…” Maggie winked at Alex, watching as the woman blushed and rolled her eyes.

“You’re insatiable.”

“You didn’t seem to think that was a problem last night.”

“No…I suppose you’re right.”

“I’m always right.”

“You wish you were always right.”

“Semantics,” Maggie sighed, finally relinquishing her grasp on Alex and watching with unabashed desire as Alex stood and stretched, the light flickering in through the curtains playing across Alex’s back, accentuating the planes of toned muscle, the scars that served as reminders of just how brave she was, of how she put herself in harm’s way day in and day out to keep her city and her sister safe. She let out a huff of disappointment as Alex pulled on a tank top and shorts, though she too pulled herself out of bed, looking for her favorite orange t-shirt of Alex’s—the one that still reminded her of their first night spent together so many months ago.

By the time she made it out to the kitchen, the coffee was nearly ready and a double-toasted bagel was sitting at her place. “You spoil me.”

“You deserve it.”

And god, it was cheesy and sentimental and absolutely something she would’ve mocked a year ago, but somehow when Alex said it, it just sounded perfectly sincere, like everything she ever wanted to hear.

—

After breakfast, Maggie tried stalling, determined to stay at home for just a little longer before they had to go off to work.

“I’ve called in with the black lung four times…this month.”

“I’ve heard it’s incredibly hard to shake—quite the nasty bug.”

Alex laughed and shook her head. “Let’s save our leave time for the honeymoon.”

“Kara told me you had something like nine months of accrued overtime hours alone.”

“Have I not told you about my plans for our honeymoon?”

It was Maggie’s turn to laugh as she tried to drag Alex back to bed. “Please! Just a few more minutes of cuddling?”

“You know as well as I do a few minutes of cuddling will turn into an hour of fucking.”

“You can’t just talk dirty like that and expect me to leave you alone.”

“Then why don’t you come clean up with me in the shower,” Alex offered, already throwing off her tank top and letting her shorts drop to the ground. Never one to resist temptation that looked that good, Maggie threw off Alex’s t-shirt and followed her to the bathroom, her hands already reaching out for Alex’s waist.

After brushing their teeth, they eventually made it into the shower, even managing to pull their mouths away from each other long enough to wash up before Maggie had Alex’s back pressed up against the cool tile of the shower wall, her hands dropping down between Alex’s legs.

“No,” Alex finally managed, though her voice was decidedly less firm than she would have liked. But one of them needed to lay down the law if they were ever going to make it into work.

“You sure? I bet it would only take a few minutes,” Maggie taunted, making a show of dragging her slick fingers back up and sucking them between her lips.

Groaning, Alex dropped her head back against the tile, forcing herself to remember that she had a to-do list a mile long in the lab that wasn’t going to complete itself. “Tonight.”

“Fine.” Incorrigible as ever, though, as Alex turned off the water Maggie’s eyes glinted mischievously as the corners of her mouth pulled up into a smile. “Need a hand moisturizing, babe?”

“Get your ass back to the bedroom.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Maggie replied with a cheeky wink and salute.

By the time Alex made it to the bedroom, Maggie was already tucking one of her countless button ups (Alex really didn’t know where more kept coming from) into a pair of skinny black jeans, her hair wrapped in a towel on top of her head. As Alex dropped her towel, she felt Maggie’s hands immediately finding their way to her bare skin. “Already?”

“You told me to wait in the bedroom for you. I did.”

“I’m getting dressed, babe.”

“Why don’t you put on a nice show for me,” Maggie teased, settling into bed and propping herself up against the pillows.

Rolling her eyes, Alex just pulled out one of her DEO uniforms, leaning a little closer to Maggie than was strictly necessary, her chest right in Maggie’s line of vision, and maybe flexing just a little bit…not that she’d admit to it. Smirking at the way Maggie’s breath caught in her throat, she made a show of bending over to pull on her socks.

When Alex sauntered across the room, yelling that she was doing her hair and leaving for work, Maggie groaned. Never before had she regretted a decision as much as she did at the moment, left desperate and wanting with a full day of work still ahead of her. But she joined Alex in the bathroom, pulling out her own hairdryer and plugging it in beneath Alex’s.

The first time a gust of hot air hit Alex, blowing her hair up and into her face at a ridiculous angle, she spluttered as Maggie burst out laughing. “I’m sorry! It was a mistake,” Maggie apologized. They had long ago realized a bigger bathroom was something of a necessity for their next apartment.

“You’re fine,” Alex sighed, though all too soon Maggie felt her own hair being blown up and saw Alex clutching her hair dryer like a gun and cackling.

By the time they were done, the process had taken significantly longer than usual, and Alex’s hair was a bit more…voluminous than she’d normally like, while Maggie had been forced to throw hers into a ponytail to hide the puffy, tangled sections that would be a pain in the ass to deal with later. But they both sported matching grins, their cheeks pink from the effort.

“See you tonight?” Alex checked.

“Barring alien emergencies…though I suppose we’d probably still see each other then.”

“Fair enough. Now be safe.”

“Always. And you too—don’t go jumping into portals without me again!”

“Yes, yes… I love you.”

“Love you too.”

#sanvers #soft domestic fluff with a small side of smut #supergirl #alex x maggie #alex danvers #maggie sawyer #fanfic #prompt fill #3x01 preemptive fix it fic #ao3feed #ask me #anon

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wreckthelist · 7 years

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we shall never surrender: how dunkirk took my breath away

I love film highs.

It’s the rare, addicting exhilaration of having my mind blown and my senses captured by the unexpected. The fantastic blow of being hit by a phenomenal experience, of having gone and lost my head and disappeared, transported into somewhere beyond the imagined.

And Christopher Nolan’s Dunkirk pretty much destroyed me.

I’m going to rally here and agree with the reviews I read prior to my screening that the film was light in terms of emotional depth, but god, did I get so sucked into it, so invested. (Blame it on my unabashed, unadulterated love, attraction, and devotion to dark-haired boys who are all angles and sharp eyes.)

I shook my head when my war-crazed, history fanatic of a high school friend enthusiastically gestured at the Dunkirk trailer preceding our Wonder Woman showing. A ‘trio’ of trailers (peppered with Hans Zimmer’s fabulous, anxious tick, tick, tick) attacked again before my Baby Driver one, and I was left unconvinced.

“Looks good,” he said, “Watching it for sure.”

Of course you would, you war history buff.

(I miss him. Of the three of us, I’m the one left here halfway across the world.)

But then first came the lauds for the One Direction leading man, proclaiming Mr. Styles’ genuine acting abilities, despite this being his debut. The embargo came down, and the hype definitely got to me.

Nolan’s best, seemed to be the critics’ consensus. Watch it in IMAX if you must, no matter how far you have to travel, how long you have to wait.

I’m a BFI Member. I paid for a year’s subscription during my time here completing my grad studies, and normally I’d wait by my laptop, after having my monthly scan through the upcoming month’s Advanced Screenings and Members-Only showing, for the prompt 11:30am battle for tickets. (Granted, it’s only for me, there’s nothing to worry about in that aspect. I’m the most fanatical film fan I know.)

With Dunkirk, I’d waited for so long, having been so casual about it and not at all anticipating the film like I would for, say, Call Me By Your Name (my slot to name-drop that film y’all will be talking about by the end of the year like Moonlight. Stick with me, bear with it, and you’ll know.) that I forgot the IMAX would be filling up.

So yeah, at around 7pm, while taking a break from drafting my project report (big sigh and wild eyes), I decided to check out the IMAX showings on the BFI website.

I don’t remember my last IMAX film. It’s been so long since I’d treated myself to one, or deemed a film worthy of one. IMAX is an occasion, a decision, an event. And with this film, too full aware of my own exasperation with war films, I was going to watch it once and once only. Better to go all in, all or nothing. Go big or go home.

(Pour your clichés on me. Do it.)

I’ll say outright I shouldn’t have been surprised that the showings from 6pm onwards were sold out (SOLD OUT! In the freaking IMAX auditorium on the freaking Southbank in the freaking London!).

Taking advantage of the flexible working hours I was (and am) fortunate enough to have (I’m going back to work after this review, I swear. I’ve got to write this down, otherwise I’ll forget the rush of seeing Fionn’s face at 18K of experiencing the film), I started checking the showings before noon.

And the showing with the best seating available for a single person, surprise, surprise, was the 7:15am, the very first, on Britain’s biggest screen, at the highest possible resolution (18K, 15/70mm. God bless shooting in films.)

It would mean waking up at the crack of dawn (5:30am – my alarm for this morning. But thank God for summer sunlight.) and skipping my full, home-cooked breakfast to get on the Tube from West London all the way to Southbank (I’m jealous of the people living around Westminster, I am. Maybe just this once. Or maybe for being always so close to the BFI.)

But, and I will say this once for this film, I wasn’t going to watch an IMAX film, particularly a war one of shooting, torpedoes, bombs, and fires—from a seat that would torture me for two hours.

It had to be good, and it had to be done.

For that, I was willing to get up and come down.

I bought my ticket (we’re not talking prices here.), and, funny enough, I did end up getting tortured for the good two hours.

Let me breathe, Nolan.

Leave my children be.

It was a Row F seat, kind of okay and not too much of a hassle to watch planes fly around and boats and ships getting wrecked to hell. (The first time I watched a film so close to the screen was a Chinese martial arts feature, two rows from the front, that left me dizzy and disoriented, promising myself that I’d never let it happen to me, or my senses, ever again.) The guy asked if I wanted a T-shirt at the entrance, and I was caught off guard.

“Medium or Large?”

(They’re out of Smalls, of course. Sad.)

“Oh. Medium,” I replied, catching the black, “I saw Dunkirk in 15/70mm IMAX,” from him, and muttering, “Cool!” under my breath, already bewildered and getting ahead of myself.

That I wasn’t going to be excited for this I’d forgotten. That I was nonchalant and even shying away from the prospects of seeing a war film was wiped clear from my mind when I settled down in my seat.

(I was here for the good seat and the IMAX cinematography. I was here for the bombs and the boys and the anticipated film high I knew I was going to get. I was here to watch Harold Styles act his way out of French beaches, and I was here to witness the very first showing of Nolan’s war epic on the gigantic, couple-of-storeys-high screen, the way every critic out there was saying it was to be seen.)

“Since it’s the first showing, we wanted to get a picture,” said the general manager, “So turn around and raise your T-shirts to my colleague at the back.”

I’m sure someone’s T-shirt was blocking my face, and that’s okay. It was a thing—something—to be there, at that moment, at that time, for this screening. It was definitely a thing. It was my thing.

My cousin had asked about what I’ve done so far in terms of life outside the classroom during my time in London, and he was (duh. Knowing him.) unimpressed with me murmuring about going to the movies and the theatre and the concerts.

But this is my thing. He may not understand it. And he never would. But this is my thing. This is my life, this is the exhilaration I hold onto. This is my one true love, my joy. I love films, I love poetry, I love theatre, and I love music. It’s a lifelong love affair that had me from an early age and one I would stay committed to, till death do us part.

That said, the film started and the first friendly face we saw on screen was Fionn Whitehead’s.

(Thanks to the time-zone differences and advanced screenings in Bangkok, Twitter was a-fluttering with pictures of the Dunkirk boyband (est. 2017)—you can’t stop me. I didn’t start this. They did. *points finger*--Fionn (I’m putting my boy first. My boy.), Harry, Aneurin, Jack (Lowden), Barry, and the Big Leagues: Tom (Hardy), Cillian (Murphy), Kenneth (Branaugh), James (D’Arcy), and Mark (Rylance).

So you could say I, a fan of names, had the boys distinguished from the get-go.

Existing in the Twitterverse as I am, it’s impossible not to get swept up in a phenomenon the scale of Dunkirk’s. It was bound to happen.

Okay. Especially when I’m following one of the biggest Jack Lowden fans.)

It’s a huge responsibility for Fionn, to carry the film from the start and (spoiler—AVERT YOUR EYES) to be the last face we saw.

But boy, did he do a great job.

It’s a harrowing film, one that left me gasping, hand over mouth, at moments. I let myself go, give myself in completely (as one does), and Nolan took me away.

There’s the beaches, the skies, and the sea. The cameras swept across the screen, put us in the pilot’s seat. Bombs rattled the auditorium’s seats. I jumped each time shots were fired, hands clasped on my lap and praying for my boys.

The other reason I was going to stay away from this film was for fear of getting too absorbed, and here I was, nearly shedding a tear at the chaos unfolding in front of me, so close, and at a devastating scale.

There’s Fionn’s freckles up on the screen, Harry’s voice and Aneurin’s damp, curly mop of hair. They’re caught below a boat’s deck, water pouring in from the leaks around them. We cut to Tom Hardy in the skies and Jack Lowden in the civilian boat with Mark Rylance at the helm.

That little (SPOILER) scene of Aneurin alone on the ship, eyes closed, head resting against the wall, was one of the most subtle, touching scenes I’ve ever watched. Its quiet intensity burned me, stirred me. I love my boy Aneurin.

(But Barry! But Barry!

No spoilers here, so I’m going to yell. What emotional manipulation. How dare you did us like that.)

The deafening soundtrack, the bombs, the horrifying spectacles, the boys’ terrified, troubled eyes trapped me. I was immersed, stunned, and so involved it baffled me that a film could catch me so.

But I let it happen. Let it run its course, followed the boys on the beach, in the seas, below decks and on board sinking ships. Nurses handed them blankets, tea (ah, Britain), and toasts with jam, and that Harry Styles could carry scenes so convincingly was a wonderful, satisfying revelation.

I left the auditorium feeling so #shooketh and clutching my Dunkirk tee. That last scene (SPOILER again. I’m giving you advance notice with the CAPITAL LETTERS.) with Fionn reading the newspaper article, the shot of him, his eyes cast down, voice in solemn stillness and unwavering clarity as he read the words proclaiming Britain’s willpower, ended the film on a powerful note.

^^^this adorable nugget.

(Those. Eyelashes.

I adore profiles. And I love, love shots of people looking down.)

I’m still reeling from the film high (for good measure), and believe me when I say this, go watch Dunkirk in IMAX. Do not miss this chance. Do not let this go. Treat yourself. Do it. Feast your eyes and lose yourself and hollow out your hearts.

Nolan’s gifted the world with a war classic, and this is one we would be talking about for years to come.

PS. I’m writing this at the National Theatre right after the screening. It’s been two hours, and I’d promised myself I wasn’t going to get so attached to a certain black-haired leading boy. And I’m still not fine.

PPS. Seeing Aneurin and Jack so soon after finishing War & Peace (2016) is such a treat.

#Dunkirk #cinematic excursions

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authenticaussie · 7 years

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He comes back different.

Well, he’s already different. He’s always been different (there’s a reason he says spectrum and never specifies, ‘cause he’s on a lot and listing the names just makes people stare,) but this different is different from his normal different.

This different is waking up to his father chiding him for being late for school.

He doesn’t piece it together, at first. Six years aren’t much compared to a lifetime, after all, and his dad used to wake him up when they’d been up late the night before, working together. Having it back in his routine now feels simple, feels good, and it takes until he gets down to the kitchen and only sees two plates for the dots to reconnect.

He looks at his dad, and his dad looks back at him and then says, “Oh.”

“I think there is a problem,” Billy says, because he feels like saying does this make me Danny Phantom will not be appreciated by his dad.

His dad, the ghost.

Jason at his door for their morning run stops any further questions, and when Billy gets to school his dad isn’t there. He can’t help but wonder if it’s a person proximity thing, or a location proximity thing, but more of him is preoccupied with the fact that he keeps seeing apparitions flicker in the corner of his eyes. He’s always been fidgety, and restless, and he’s never been able to stop himself stimming but today it’s so much worse.

He ends up in detention purely by accident, this time, and would think it funny if ending up in detention still didn’t make him uncomfortable. Rules and routines are good; to have to break them so frequently, even by accident, makes it hard for him to breathe. Trini helps though. Slips him chunks of another accidentally broken device she’d gotten to frustrated with, and his smiles at her like he knows he should. She smiles back, and he begins to sort all the pieces out - it looks like a radio, but one of the old tuning ones you use to listen to rocks. He’s never seen one before, and it’s a significant enough distraction for him to muster up the courage to ask,

“Do you ever….see anything strange?"

Trini looks at him and then looks down at the lightning bolt in the middle of her chest that Kim had designed and printed on shirts, and the new poster on the wall that lists what to do in the event of an alien attack. "No,” she says flatly, and it takes him a moment to piece together the sarcasm, and then another few more to realise what she’s referring to.

It isn’t the girl popping bubble gum by her shoulder.

Trini hasn’t looked at her the whole time they’ve been in detention, but Billy’s eyes keep skirting back to where she sits, an inch above Trini’s desk. It seems like a location thing, he thinks, because when he’d seen Trini this morning in science right before his beaker had overflowed, he hadn’t noticed the girl.

The girls smiles at him, and blows a pink bubble, then a blue one.

He’s lucky his friends don’t mind him not looking at their faces, at his eyes sliding off them and into corners as he’s speaking, because it’s easier to concentrate when what he’s looking at doesn’t have things that are constantly changing. Things he needs to understand but probably never will.

He’s lucky, in that aspect, because now they don’t realise the reason he isn’t looking at them is because other things keep stealing his attention.

“I mean, like-” he tries, hand cycling, and he almost loses a wire to the back corner of the classroom. When he catches Trini frowning he sighs quietly and shakes his head. “Never mind, please.” He mumbles, and Trini nods carefully.

“Got your back if you need it.”

Kimberly’s ghost stims like him. Picks at a line of hairbands up her arm like she’s plucking guitar strings, pulling a melody from their stretched elastic bodies.

Sometimes he almost thinks he can hear it. Soft, like harps and acoustic guitars and low humming, it fills the library till it feels as though he couldn’t breathe without it sounding like the tune of her song, and then it’s gone, the hollow echo of it in the space between Kimberly’s words.

It makes it hard to concentrate, harder than usual, and he hates how difficult it is to pay attention to her words. He likes listening to Kimberly talk, the cadence of her voice as it rises and falls, and it’s nice to have in the background, but now, with the music and the girl and-

Kimberly acts like she doesn’t notice, but she stops talking soon after he starts rocking, and starts passing him notes instead.

Billy never, ever wants to see Zack’s ghost. It happens once; once is more than enough.

(She looks like him. Same dark hair, same dark eyes. Same proud stature, same wild grin now that it’s no long contorted in pain.)

Zack gets the call in the middle of biology, and ignores when Mr. Pelgrave tells him to hand in his phone. Just says, “My mom,” and is out the door before anyone can stop him. The ghost by his side vanishes with every step she takes, mouth set in grim determination.

“Not yet,” Billy says, pleading, and doesn’t care how it looks. “Don’t leave him yet.”

She smiles at him, soft and pained and understanding.

They take shifts outside his trailer until Zack finally comes outside, flopping down on the steps next to Billy in exhaustion. His head drops into his hands, and his breathing is hard and deep, every part of him strung tight.

At first Zack doesn’t want to be touched. Then, slowly, he leans into Billy’s shoulder, eyes squeezed tightly shut.

“She’s okay,” he mumbles, and Billy tries to think about what people do when this happens. Thinks it isn’t applicable to pat them but that’s really all he can reach Zack to do, and moves his hand to gently hit the back of Zack’s knuckles.

“She loves you.” He says, and sees Zack’s eyes open slowly, caught on his hand. He moves his fingers, slightly, and Zack takes it as careful invitation. “If you need us to help…”

“Yeah,” Zack says softly, nodding, and holds on tight to Billy’s hand. “I got it.”

"Hey man, are you okay?”

Jason’s hand hovers above his shoulder, then moves away, tracing down the air above his bicep like there’s an invisible shield over it.

He wishes there were an actual shield. People touching him always makes him more uncomfortable than their aborted half movements. Just makes him think about walking through spiderwebs, feeling the ghostly sensation of things along his arms.

He wonders if he should thank Jason for realising that he hates being touched. Figures Jason already knows. Wonders if he should thank Jason regardless.

“Billy?”

(Jason’s ghost is tiny. Rocks back and forth on his feet and mimics how Jason stands, hand in his pocket. His shirt has a tiny lion on it, cartoon teeth rounded and white just like the kid’s own.)

He drags his eyes up, remembers what his mom says about smiling and tries to grin wide, “yes, yeah! No, yes, I’m okay. Okay being in my normal state of being, that is, not wrong, not not wrong?” he pauses; frowns. Remembers about smiling again and tries to grin, but Jason’s already looking at him worriedly and grinning makes it worse.

“Okay man,” Jason says, and his mouth does the thing where it pinches at the corners. Billy doesn’t know if it’s the Morphing grid or just his knowledge of Jason that lets him know that Jason is unhappy and concerned, but either way it makes something uncomfortable twist in his chest. Is this another side affect of coming back from the dead? Of being a Ranger? Of being so connected to the Grid that he can feel it when his teammates need help? “But you can tell us anything, you know that right?”

He does know; he does tell them everything, partially because he doesn’t have the filter to stop himself but mainly because they take it in their stride, heads bobbed like the wobble head dolls as they file away the information Billy provides, and they use it, too. Make notes about what he doesn’t eat. Doesn’t drink. What he needs when things get to loud.

Ranger training helped a lot with that, actually. For all that his spatial awareness will never be like Jason’s, innate and easy, nor his co-ordination like Zack’s, Ranger training gave him an easier way to clear his head. He used to map things, plot them out like seafarers plotted out stars so they wouldn’t get lost coming home; now he gets sweaty and tired and home is in the sound of Kim’s shuffling laughter and Zack’s huge heavings of air. Jason’s hand close enough to touch if he ever wanted, the soft smell of Trini’s shampoo and dust in the air. Home is easier to find when it’s people instead of feelings.

You can tell me anything, Jason seems to say as he tucks his hand into his pockets, the set of his light eyes serious.

Billy doesn’t know if he knows this subtext through their friendship or through the Grid.

“I think I see dead people?” he says, “Dead people that like the Rangers?” Jason blinks once and then nods slowly.

“Okay.” He says, sounding a little weak but refusing to let it stop him. “Do we need to fix that?”

“I think it’s okay?” Billy says, hand tapping on his left leg like he’s typing, like his body is a search bar and he’s questioning what the answer to this is, “They’re not bad.”

Jason nods slowly again, and his eyes go down to where Billy can’t stop himself looking. He doesn’t see the kid, obviously, eyes to far to the left, but the kid beams at him regardless. “Just distracting.”

“Yeah.”

“Is it okay?” Jason asks, and the tiny frown comes back into his face. “For you to- the distractions?”

“Trini’s one keeps sticking her middle finger up at me. And signing rude stuff at the teachers.”

A bark of laughter escapes Jason, and the frown turns into a wide grin. “Of course Trini’s would.”

Billy grins back at him, thinks about his dad and ghosts and living, then asks, “Wanna get a doughnut, and come meet my dad?”

#power rangers #nari is writing #power rangers 2017 #does this make sense? idk #i just want to get that establishment in power rangers u feel #like #hello friends! i am here! i am also in love with the new power rangers! and lots of the old ones!#so come talk to me and request stuff from me!#plus i think......the concept of billy being weirdly in touch w/ the morphing grid is an interesting one??????#so this started as a past rangers thing but then turned into a ghost thing and #i'll probably write bits of a past rangers thing later #idk!!!#whatever i hope y'all enjoy #also pffft welcome to : nari will do anything to get out of writing her reports

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sammys-angel · 7 years

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It Wasn’t Worth It

Characters- Jared x Sister!Reader, Gen, Jensen, Misha

Words- 1489

Request by Anonymous- Hi I recently lost my sister because she was texting and driving. So can I request one where the reader is a part of the Supernatural cast and she is Jared’s younger sister? One day she is in the car driving and she is in a group text with everyone and Jared sends her something funny and she starts replying but then gets hit by a car. She is sent to the hospital where she dies? Can you add that Jared and Gen start a campaign to stop texting and driving and they bring it up at a convention? <3

Warnings- Texting and driving, don’t do it, character death, sad

A/n- This is just really sad.

Tags- @whovianayesha

You were having a little cast party after you had finished up season 11, you were all hanging out in your trailer sharing some drinks with Jared, Jensen, Misha and Gen who had stopped by.

“Shut up!” You shout at your older brother who was again telling embarrassing stories about you.

Jared chuckles, “Yeah up till she was 15 years old she used to run into my room because she was scared of the thunder,”

“Wait for a second, didn’t she run into our room last year when she was spending the night because of the storm?” Gen turns to Jared, laughing.

You choke on your drink, “I did not!”

“It’s okay Y/n, we will never judge you, we all have fears,” Jensen rubs your back, but even he couldn’t hold back a laugh.

You roll your eyes, “I hate you all,”

“Well, we love you!” Misha shouts.

You loved the guys, you really did. They were your family, you weren’t just Jared’s younger sister. You grab yourself another beer and laid on Jensen because he was closest to you. After another hour you had checked your phone to see it was getting pretty late and you needed to get home.

You clear your throat and stand up, “Well I need to start heading home guys, it’s getting pretty late,”

“Want me and Gen to drive you home?” Jared asks you.

You shake your head, “I am alright guys,” You hug everyone. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” Waving you leave your trailer.

“Y/n wait up!” Jared shouts after you, Gen following him close behind.

You turn around and walk towards them, “What’s up?” They look at each other.

“We have some news and we thought you should be the first to know,” Gen smiles at you.

You squint your eyes, “Okay?”

“Gen and I are expecting baby number three,” Jared watches as a smile grows onto your lips, you were so happy.

You pulled Jared into a hug, then Gen, “Oh my god, congratulation guys! I am so happy for you!”

You guys said your goodbyes and you jumped into your car. You drove off.

~~~~~

You were sitting at a red light when your phone vibrated, you normally did not check your phone but you were at a red light. You slide to unlock and saw it was the group chat.

Jared was the first messaged, “Told the guys, they are super excited,”

Gen sent the second, “I thought they were going to explode,”

Jensen’s text popped up, “I am so happy for you guys, I heard they told you first Y/n, Jared, Gen have you considered any names?”

You thought for a second, were they texting in the same room? “Dude’s are you texting each other while in the same room?” You put your phone down and started driving again. Your phone vibrated and you quickly looked at it.

Jared and Gen's message went through at the same time “Maybe?” You couldn’t help but laugh, your brother hasn’t changed a bit, and he met his perfect match. After you finally put your phone down you felt something crush and your world go black.

~~~~~

Jared’s Point of View

I was pacing around my trailer, Y/n hasn’t called to let us know she was home. I hope she is okay. It wasn’t like her to just not send a message when she gets home.

Gen walks over to me, “Jared she probably is already home and fell asleep,” I could tell by the tone of her voice she was not believing in what she was saying.

I run my hand through my hair, “It’s Y/n Gen, she always tells us when she is home, no matter what time it is,”

When I heard my phone ringing, something went off in my head and everything felt wrong. It seemed like any happiness or hope I had was pulled from my body. I heard my cell phone ring.

“Are you Mr. Padalecki?” My heart sank.

I could feel the tears swell in my eyes, “Yes,”

“There was an accident, you’re sister crashed and he is on her way to the hospital,” I stopped paying attention. My baby sister was in the hospital because she was looking at her phone and crashed. I dropped my phone and my mind went blank.

Gen shook me hard, “Jared?” She calls out but I toned out the entire world, “Jared!” My wife is shouting but I couldn’t bring myself to answer her.

“Y/n,” I finally say, Gen, walks over to me slowly and wraps her arms around me.

She grabs her keys, “Let’s go,” I walk towards the car. Afraid of what I might walk into.

~~~~~

I ran into the Y/n hospital room leaving Gen still at the car. As I opened the door my heart dropped. My little sister was laying in a hospital bed fighting for her life. I couldn’t bring myself to walk any closer.

Jensen grabs my shoulder, “I am so sorry Jared, the doctors said she had lost control and crashed into a tree,”

I shook my head, “That’s not possible Jensen, Y/n has always been such a careful driver, there is no way…”

Jensen pulls me into a tightly hug, “The doctors say she was on her phone,”

“It’s my fault,” I choke.

Gen finally catches up to me, “Jared this was not your fault okay,”

“If I had just, I knew she was driving home…”

Jensen groans, “No one is placing blame on anyone, right now we need to focus on Y/n, okay?”

“Okay,” Gen and I say in unison.

~~~~~

“This is when Jensen, Misha, Gen, you, and I all went the the beach, I remember it because you had gotten a really bad sunburn and Jensen and I couldn’t stop laughing, I had to carry you all the way back to the beach house,” I chuckled showing Y/n the picture, it's been weeks since she first got here and she wasn’t getting any better.

Jensen rolls his eyes, “Remember Misha, he had fallen asleep at the beach house and we through him into the pool?” I couldn’t help but laugh.

Gen walks in with coffee, “Hey, I bought coffee for you and Jensen and,” She pulls out a picture of her sonogram. “It’s gonna be a girl, Y/n, you gonna wanna be awake when Jared tries to handle this,”

I grin, “I’ll be fine, I had my sister growing up, I'll do fine,” Jensen laughs.

“Yeah, and I am gonna meet Big Foot!”

I look at Y/n, “You are gonna watch me take care of a girl,”

Gen smiles sadly, “You know what she would say right now, she would say ‘what a little Daddy’s girl she is gonna be, the boys will run from her because of her father,’”

“That sounds like her,” I brush some hair behind her ear. “Please wake up, remember we wanna go away again, go that beach house, maybe this time Misha won’t fall asleep this time,”

~~~~~

“Mr. Padalecki?” I heart fell into my chest, Gen’s eyes wandered to me. I knew that tone, it's the one you hear on tv or to someone, this wasn't supposed to happen to her.

I stand up slowly, “Yes?”

The doctor sighs, “We did everything we could, there isn’t much left we can do,”

“What does that mean? What do you mean there is nothing you can do? You are a doctor, you're supposed to help people!” Tears swell in my eyes.

He shook his head, “We need a signature,”

I signed the papers and walked over to Y/n, this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. She wasn't supposed to die.

“It’s all my fault,” Gen pulls me into a hug. “I need to say goodbye,” Jensen and Gen left to give my privacy.

~~~~~

Months Later

“You sure you and Gen wanna do it alone?” Misha asks us for the thousands time.

I sigh, “We are sure Misha,” Gen and I walk onto the stage, the fans screaming as always.

“Hey everyone!” Gen waves at everyone, as the fans slowly stop screaming we decided to tell them now.

I look towards the crowd, “I know it’s been a long few months, and we have something to announce to everyone,

Gen puts her mic closer to her mouth, “Jared and I have started our own campaign after the loss of Y/n, we realized how real texting and driving is. And we wanna put a stop to it before something like this happens to someone else,

“This is a major problem that needs to come to an end, not a single text is worth it, there is not a single thing more important than your life. If it's not for you than it is for the person in front of you or the car,”

“Don’t tempt fate, the text or call can wait,”

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