#almost peed myself writing this

[iam-bicpentameter]

two sentence horror story

I boarded the the plane and took my seat, but then a voice came over the intercom.

"Hello everyone this is your pilot speaking..... your EVIL PILOT!!!!"

#almost peed myself writing this #two sentence horror #two sentence horror story #iambic talks #evil #evil pilot

[puppyeared]

Jitterbug

#whenever my meds kick in it feels like im gonna piss myself. not literally but its really really feels like it #and now whenever that happens my mind goes back to pancho (grandmas dog) at a xmas party years ago #bc he peed when we arrived bc he was so excited to see ppl and my cousin had to clean it up :o) #well for better or for worse i know that feeling now when im pumped on 20mg of adderall #im still getting used to this whole diagnosis thing cause ive gone untreated and undiagnosed for the longest time. so theres probably a lot #i still dont know and have to learn to get myself to be.. functional on my own? self managing???? #i even set up reminders on my phone for work periods meals and stuff. but the problem is actually getting myself to stick to that to a T #because the minute i slack off or something gets in the way it throws it all off until i can be bothered to get back on track. it sucks #at least ive built up other habits like writing notes and setting alarms ahead of time.. but i feel like i could do better #its always hard to change something if youve been doing it wrong for the longest time. especially behaviour and thinking patterns. sigh #in other news my glasses bailed on me so i have to get a new pair sometime. i just realized i never draw my sona with glasses but thats #mostly bc i forget. id love to get some browline glasses like my old pair but im picky and its hard to find one id like for the next 5 year #i also finally managed to collect all the fish in my animal crossing file!!! pulled out a char last week and boom now i have a poster :o) #THAT was a moment where i almost peed myself for real. id love to get all the bugs but i cant stay up late on the switch :o( #yapping #my art #myart #doodles #personal #diary

[last-words-ofashootingstar]

Allure

Part One:Sunshine

❥MATZ x fem reader

Kim Hongjoong and Park Seonghwa. The most known and feared alphas of the new generation. It took two dozen elder alphas to subdue them and stick them in the world's most secluded prison- hidden away in the mountains. The prison that sweet little omega (Y/n)'s works at.

Knuckle Velvet (Part Two)

Smoke (Part Three)

➯a/n: i've always wanted to write a story i would like to see as a movie or show, and i very much enjoy supernatural and dark romance, so i made this ! it does get very dark so please read the warnings and take care of yourself first and foremost. i am very proud of this, i hope you enjoy 💕

✃ "Because you're... alluring."

✫彡wordcount: 9.3k

♫"Hey, you should leave that young thing alone, ain't no sunshine when she's gone, only darkness everyday." - Flower Face (original by Bill Withers) ♫ Allure Sountrack

(>ᴗ•)♡´･ᴗ･`♡genre: smut, YANDERE, a/b/o au

ಠ_ಠWARNING/content: DEAD DOVE I MURDERED THAT BIH

chapter specific: literally what have i done, not beta read(ironically), criminal MATZ, alpha MATZ/omega reader, forget everything you know about werewolves, so much world building, extremely yandere behavior, talk of attempted child murder, class division of werewolves, panic attacks, vulgar language, mind control, lots of scent stuff, unhealthy relationships, ptsd, flashbacks and nightmares, physical violence, manipulation of others dreams, supporting character death, forced soul bonding, forced marking, reader implied to have mental health issues, murder, gore, violence- all that good stuff. THIS IS NOT A NON CON FIC ALL EVENTUAL SMUT WILL BE CONSENSUAL.

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MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

˚➶ ｡˚ PART ONE ˚➶ ｡˚

You hate weekdays. That much is true for a lot of people. You like to think your reasoning is especially valid.

Every Monday through Friday like clockwork, 6:30AM you walk into the prison. That on its own wasn't so bad. You lived only ten minutes away; the gothic building looked over your village in tandem with the mountains. You could see it when the weather was clear, even from your bedroom on the edge of town. You were no longer afraid of it like when you were a child.

You are, however, afraid of the newest prisoners.

New arrivals didn't usually rock you. This is the only prison in the country fit to hold lycans, after all. They all got transferred here eventually. From beta's who were just stealing to eat, to alphas who used their powers on humans, to those who believed in the old ways and fed on humans.

You had to interact with them all face to face.

You weren't excited for that particular aspect of your job this week.

You made your way through the double doors and greeted the security guard, your friend Hyolyn, as you went through the metal detector. It went off on account of the scent blocker that was embedded in your neck. She chuckled and switched it off so it stopped its incessant beeping.

"Don't laugh at me!" You threw a smile her way as you got your small purse from the plastic bucket she slid towards you. She doesn't bother to check your bag. She knows you well enough to know you wouldn't bring in any "fuck shit", as she would say. "You alpha's don't have to worry about accidentally spewing scent everywhere."

"Thank goodness for that, this place would stink to high heaven." Her unintentional reference to the new arrivals makes the air turn stiff. She could tell you were on edge immediately. "They aren't all that scary," she lays a comforting hand to your shoulder as you fiddle with the long strap on your crossbody bag.

"I heard one of them killed Alpha Greene... you think that's true? That guy was huge, I saw him at The Thing last year, I almost peed myself cause he looked at me-" You stop your own rambling, taking a deep breath and letting it out as a shaking sigh. "I don't want to go in there. Honestly, why can't we install a laundry chute or something, fuck."

"I'll follow you up, I c-"

"No, no, it's visiting day. You need to be down here. You know Chungha? Her daughter is visiting today. Don't want you to miss her." You offer a sad, tight lipped smile, but that doesn't trick her instincts to protect her weaker pack member. She knows you too well to be tricked.

"You just scream and I'll be there. Either of those cocky fucks lift a pinky in your direction and I'll gut them. They don't deserve to see a trial anyway."

A small exhale in the form of a chuckle lightens her protective instincts, she can tell you feel more at ease with her promise to be right there at the slightest hint of trouble.

"See you, Hyolyn."

"Later, babes."

You wave your fingers with a smile as the elevator doors slides shut. As soon as they clunk together, you let it fall and crouch with your head in your hands, taking in deep and slow breaths as you try and force all of the rumors you've heard about the two newest inmates away from your head.

The older alpha of the duo was the first born in this generation. They're always powerful. But he was born to two bloodthirsty rouges. Born in sin and blood lust.

The younger alpha was born just some months after, to an arranged marriage that was purposefully formed to make powerful children. They surely regret that now. Some say the man has the strongest, sharpest claws since the first lycan in Talbot Castle.

When the elevator dings, you're already upright and have that strong facade on that you put on when you're clocked in.

˚➶ ｡˚

You start with the familiar. "Hey, Chungha," you tap on the silver bars of her cell, "hand 'em over." She smiles as she stands, stripping the sheets from her cot and holding them through the bars for you. "Thank you," you draw on with a tug on your lips that matches hers.

"Yunnie in town?"

"Mhm," you hum as you fold the blanket before dropping it in the large basket on wheels, "she came over for stew, I made sure to feed her good and well, don't worry."

You know it was probably problematic, but you couldn't help it. Chungha came here three years ago on a charge for battery, and over those three years you became sort of friends with her.

The battered in her case was her grandfather. When her five year old daughter, Jiyun, started to show signs of being an omega- he left her in the snow to wither away. She managed to survive until her mother came home, and said mother was furious.

She was lucky she didn't charged with attempted manslaughter.

"She said she'll be here first thing."

"Thank you," she had a heavy pull on her voice. You don't have the emotional connection to other wolves like an alpha or beta did. But it was clear to anyone she was being sincere. "You're a good woman."

"Don't mention it, Yunnie is good company. Oh," you start to wheel the basket away when you remember something. You reach into the purse that you had set on the handles. "She made this at art class, asked me to give it to you so it didn't have to wait in processing."

It was a small, cruelly made ceramic bowl in the vague shape of a heart. It was clearly made by an eight year old, but made with love.

"I owe you."

"Just keep working on that parol work." You said lightly and blew a kiss as you moved to the next cell.

    The rest of your work nearly cleared your mind as you went from cell to cell, floor to floor. Omega's were on the second floor. Beta's on the third. Alphas on the fourth. High security on the fifth.

     It's on the fourth level that you begin to feel those nerves that you had just worked away. The scent was becoming stronger. They didn't put them on blockers? Maybe they didn't think it would be worth it. Everyone knew that they were the worst of the worst, they didn't even try to hide it. They would undoubtedly be put to death. Why waste two perfectly good, expensive, blockers?

     The basket of used sheets is nearly full, accumulating into a weight that makes you put your back into it as you push it into the elevator.

    Your index finger reaches out, and before you can stop yourself you've pressed the button to the fifth floor.

       You blank out until the door opens again. Your teeth are eternally grateful for the gum between them so they don't grind themselves into dust. The mint flavor does little to calm your nerves.

     The only thing that makes you come back to your own head is Changbin. He's a big, buff beta with a gun full of silver bullets on his work belt. He won't let them hurt you. His smile washes away a lot of the nerves.

    But the growl that rumbles against the walls makes them return ten, one hundred, one thousand fold. You don't dare say a word. A deer in headlights until Changbin places his hand on the small of your back. "Go on, don't give them the satisfaction of scaring you. They aren't going nowhere no time soon. Take a look."

     He motions you deeper into the hall, florescent lights buzzing above you, matching the jittering feeling in the deepest pit of your stomach. It smells too strong. Too much. You're about to fall to your knees from the weight and you haven't even come face to face with the near feral criminals.

    Changbin opens the doors at the end of the hall.

     They've definitely gone all out to keep them in place. Two large cages placed next to each other in the middle of the enormous room. Made of pure silver and wrapped in wolfsbane. The unpleasant smell of the plant makes your nose twitch. A ring of blood ash surrounds it. Only omegas can pass through blood ash, and now you start to realize why they sent you.

    You want to curse the warden, but the second you open your mouth, a loud cackle sounds out from one of the cages.

     Changbin's hand twitches at the gun attached to his side.

    "Oh wow," the smaller alpha chuckles, eyes closed, head tilted back, as he sniffs the air. "I didn't expect that." More manic giggles slip past his lips.

    You haven't even looked up to see them and you want to cave in on yourself.

    "What are you rambling about, huh?" The guard next to you shouts, making you flinch instinctively.

     "That sweet... sweet, smell," he moans. You can hear him shuffling. "From a peppy little spit fuck omega."

   You gasp abashedly, and now two laughs ring out. You want to wonder how they can smell you. Your insurance provides the best scent blocker in the country. But you're too scared to breathe, let alone think.

      "Shut up," Changbin groans, he can feel you tense next to him, "don't piss me off, Kim."

    "Awe," a new, rumbling voice makes you cower the second it reaches your ears, "this your mate? Hm, no... you wouldn't bring your mate here. You're not an idiot. Then, say... omega." You don't make a move to look when he addresses you, you stay looking at Changbins grip on his gun, silently.

     "Omega, come!" Your feet move for you, and that manic laugh almost makes you wet yourself as you realize that your wolf is making you move toward them without your consent. You stop just outside of the blood ash, where you know you're safe.

     "Changb-"

     "No. I'm the one you're speaking to."

   Changbin seems to be weighing his options, eyeing the men as they eye you.

    "Why are you here? You a shrink?"

    You shake your head.

   "You a lawyer?"

    Again.

   "She works here, dumbass, look at her scrubs," the younger speaks, and you nod subconsciously, to which he giggles, "what can we do for a pretty little thing like you?"

    When you refuse to speak, the guard does it for you. "She's here for your sheets today. Get used to her."

     You hated that this was your job, but it was easy and accessible, and available for omegas. Werewolves are clean freaks. Every day you had a different cleaning task, but you didn't complain. Not until right now- you wanted to rip out the throat of whoever's idea it was to not shoot these criminals on sight.

     "Ah," he hums, and you can feel his eyes raking your body. You can feel both of their eyes. "Not too bad of a sight to get used to. Huh, Hwa?"

     "Mh, that's right... can't wait to get my hands on her."

Your head snaps back to Changbin.

"Awn, she thinks he's gonna help her!" The high pitched giggles bounce around in your head. "Oh, little omega~"

The saccharine coo finally pulls your eyes to the men in the cages.

If you thought you knew what fear was before this moment, you were wrong.

The two strongest criminals in the country, staring you down like a piece of meat. It doesn't matter that they are the ones in cages of silver and wolfsbane. You are the one who feels cornered.

You can immediately feel out their dynamics. The taller one is the older one, quiet and still in his cage as he sits in the center. Shaggy, shining hair framing his face and neck like an elegant piece of lace over a brides face. He has a sleeve of tattoos on one forearm, a thick tattoo on his neck. Eyes glowing a deep, blood red, as he tries to read your entire story with only a look in your direction.

The giggling one is less intimidating, only by a hair. Chemically lightened locks pushed back messily, letting his entrancing features shine in the light from the narrow windows high on the walls. He has tattoos as well, but they seem few and far between. His eyes are human for a moment before they meet yours. Instantaneously, they flick black.

The knot drops from your throat and you let out a small, pathetic, squeak.

Changbin breaks your staring contest with the alpha, shouting orders at them. "Take the sheets off your cot and set them outside of your cage. Do not attempt to touch her, I will shoot you."

    Neither criminal makes a move to follow his orders, both simply staring at you.

A low growl is emitted when the older alpha finally snaps up, tearing the sheet off the sorry excuse for a bed in one fell swoop. The younger follows his lead, shoving their sheets through the bars that are wrapped in the poisonous flower.

You look to the guard, and he nods, "go." With his finger twitching at the gun ready to pull it, you jump over the dark red ashes and into the wolves den, snatching the sheets up as quick as possible and dashing away, out the door before they even get a chance to lock in your scent up close.

The giggles follow you all the way to the elevator and ring in your head even as the thick metal thunks shut.

As you take a deep breath, you notice the sheets are gripped to your chest, your claws drawn subconsciously in your panic and ripping them up. "Shit!" You let out a curse and shove them into the bottom of the basket so you don't have to smell it as closely on the long ride to the basement.

˚➶ ｡˚

The lingering wafts of your fresh scent are long gone, nothing to distract the alpha's from their caged boredom and bubbling rage over being caught. "I'll have that runts heart in my hands by the end of the month." Hongjoong groaned, to no one in particular- he knew Seonghwa was too deep in thought from their recent revelations. "Fucking back stabbers. They're more pathetic than a bitch in heat trying to get off with a dildo."

The thought hit his mind as soon as the words left his lips.

The thought of you, legs spread with your hand dipped low, trying to satisfy your primal urges and-

"Stop that." Seonghwa growls, kicking the bars of their shared 'wall'.

"Settle down!"

"Oh, like you weren't thinking it!" Hongjoong rolls his eyes, a scowl on his face as he crosses his arms. "Your ruts coming and you don't want your-"

"I said stop," he nearly roars, grabbing Hongjoong's state issued orange top and ripping it with his claws as he pulls him forward.

"I know you want her because I want her too." He whispers, smirking at the telltale signs of desire and bloodlust in his mates eyes. Red swirling around the brown of his human eyes. "Imagine how good she'll smell when we take out that stupid blocker. We'll be drowning in her scent." He moans, grabbing his wrist, "I get the honors, my claws are sharper, anyways," he draws them quickly, digging them into his skin as if to prove a point.

"I can use my teeth, mark h-"

"Oh, will you two stop? Love of God..." The guard in the large room slaps his book down on the rickety table. "What is there possibly for you to be fighting about? You're about to be executed, you know that right? No jury in the world will let you walk, especially the human half."

Their frustrations turn to the man, letting each other go. "Ah, you think so?" The older croons, dragging his index over his bleeding wrist and bringing it to his lips, sucking it clean before he continues. "We won't be around these parts long enough to meet the jury."

"What do you mean by that?"

Hongjoong covers his mouth when a laugh slips past. Seonghwa simply smirks as he sits cross legged, eyes locked with the guard as he licks his wound.

"What do you mean by that?!"

The blonde man breaks out in a fit of laughter. The brunette simply flashes his bloody canines in a twisted smile.

˚➶ ｡˚

You spent the whole time doing your daily tasks trying to hype yourself up to go back up to the fifth floor.

You usually went top down, four to one. Nobody has ever been on five before.

You go bottom up today, starting at Chungha with a full basket of freshly washed sheets. She prattles on about her visit with Jiyun, and how she's so thankful for you.

You choose that as your focus point for the rest of the work day, even as you press the button to the fifth floor.

You think back to the first time you spoke to Chungha, she was a crying mess, unable to sense that you were an omega like herself. She cried and cried and cried as you held her hand through the bars of temporary holding. She cried for her daughter, for cursing her with the shame of being the weakest link of any pack. When she looked up and saw your eyes, barely glowing, she cried more.

She apologized profusely, but you reassured her that her words were true, and you hadn't been offended. You told her that, in fact, she was the first to ever share your feelings of what being an omega really meant. It meant loneliness beside anyone but other omegas. Fake relationships born with people who only stuck around because of their primal instincts to either prey on you or protect you. It meant facing the fact that you were outcasts from both of the world's dominant societies. Outcasted from humans for being a werewolf. Outcasted from werewolves for being weak. So weak, in fact, that blood ash didn't even think of you as a wolf.

That night, you drove four hours to the next village over and looked after her daughter until her aunt had room. You remember the first thing the girl said to you. She didn't speak that whole day, surely in shock from the past few days events. But when you tucked her into the motel bed, she spoke as soft as a ghost, "sing me a song?"

You hum it to yourself now, the soft sound reverberating through the metal around you until the door opened.

You wheel the basket with you this time, like it will protect you as you approach the open doors, already feeling the unwavering gaze of the criminals.

"Hey, dolly~" Hongjoong, you had learned when you took a peek into their files, purred your way.

You didn't give him the satisfaction of responding verbally, but he saw the goosebumps on your arm as you reached into the basket, stretching on your tip toes to get the last two sheets.

"You never shut up do you, Kim?" The guard sighed with an exhausted tone, making you smile as you slowly made your way to the ring of red dust.

The throaty rumble from Seonghwa, the older, taller wolf, makes that smile drop to the depths of Hell.

The new guard seems to notice your anxiety, eyeing you up- in a much less predatory manner than the caged men. "Go on, 'mega. I'm watching them."

A bang on the metal bars makes you glue your foot right back where it came from. It's the blonde one, "you shut the fuck up!"

"No, you shut the fuck up! I'm the one with the silver bullets!"

All of the yelling is making you tremble, Hongjoong and the guard going back and forth. "She isn't your omega!"

"She ain't yours!"

Seonghwa watches with a sinister smile as you back away from the ash and the guard, calling to you quietly, "hey."

The soft tone of his voice makes you raise your eyes, but not your head. His eyes don't hold that threatening and dominating red from before. They're a soft brown color that reminds you of a beautiful dark oak in the morning sunshine. "What's your name?"

"(Y/n)..." your tongue moves without your consent, fresh blankets held to your work scrubs.

You desperately want the guard to notice this trance you're in, and grab you out of it. You want to do it yourself, but you can't do anything but admire the beauty of the criminal who has you hypnotized.

"You're a pretty omega, y'know? What color is your wolf?"

"Black..." It's a slur off your lips, barely registering in his sharply tuned ears over the yelling that continues to fill the room.

"Mine too. What's her name? His is Akma."

"Solis."

"Very pretty. Is she fast?"

"Yes."

"Does she want an alpha? A mate?"

"Yes."

The guard finally notices your raised gaze, affixed to the infamous, unlawful, man. He puts his gun back in the holster quickly before gripping your shoulder and forcing you to turn around. "You idiot, didn't anyone ever tell you not to look a first born in the eyes?"

"Sorry. I'm sorry." No one had ever told you that, actually.

Both of the criminals share a smirk as the man from your pack attempts to calm you. It wasn't hard for them to figure out you were an alpha-less village. They could smell every single wolf in five miles, and not a single stench from a wolf even nearly as strong as them.

There was, however, you. A honeyed smell that filled their guts with the primal need to rip out the eyes of anyone who dared look at you.

The guard couldn't be more wrong. You are their omega. You just don't know yet.

"Go and give these fucks their sheets, then get the hell out of here." The man shoved you, making you jump clumsily over the ash so you didn't break the seal.

He yells at them to back up, and they do so without a fight.

You shove them both in at the same time before running back out quickly, grabbing the empty basket and dragging it with you, the sound of the wheels scraping with the force of your panic echoing in the near empty room.

"You guys get off on scaring defenseless girls?" The guard scoffs, not expecting an answer as he drags the chair out of the room and slams the doors behind him.

Seonghwa lets his facade fall the second the door shuts, falling to his knees and grappling at the sheet like he's a starving man with the last piece of food on Earth. Hongjoong watches for a moment in confusion until the scent catches up with his weaker nose. Then he's quickly falling in the same position.

"It worked, the guard was so easy to distract," Hongjoong chuckles, face buried into the sheet that smells vaguely like you from your time spent holding it. "What did you learn?"

"(Y/n), a black wolf named Solis," he pauses, eyes rolled back as he takes a deep breath. They're red when they re-open. "No mate. It's really her."

"You think we should have told her?" Hongjoong inquires, looking through the bars.

He's never seen Seonghwa on his knees for anyone but him or the moon.

"No," he shakes his head, turning to lock eyes with him. "She'll figure it out when I mark her."

"When I mark her."

He rolls his eyes at his defiant nature, knowing full well he won't disobey his orders no matter how badly he wants to do something.

In a dog eat dog world, the strongest was the most powerful. Unlike their human neighbors, werewolves don't decide political or social standing by money or family name. They decide based on who comes out on top in a battle of the body and of the wits.

It had been determined years ago, when they were just young rebellious pups, that Seonghwa was the alpha. A fight in the woods under the moon had set it in stone between the two.

He could have ripped Hongjoongs throat out right then and there, but now, 13 years later in the present; they're bonded for life.

Sometimes he still sees Hongjoong as that 12 year old boy under his teeth, still snapping and growling even as he bled out with tears in his dark eyes, fighting to survive purely out of spite.

"You can mark her first," Seonghwa speaks quickly, turning his back as he puts the sweet smelling sheet on his cot.

He smiles at the man, a quiet thanks spoken through their bonded souls.

˚➶ ｡˚

Tuesday, they don't see you until much later in the day, but they bask in the sight of you opening the door with a broom and tray in hand, smiling at Changbin. You'll be here for a while, it's a big room.

"Hey, Binnie," you whisper to the beta, and Seonghwa has to bite his tongue.

Binnie? Ugh.

Hongjoong isn't so polite, "hey, Dolly! We don't get a hello?" You barely peek at him, eyes flicked from him right back to the floor in a millisecond. He knows you noticed his pout when he hears the smallest 'hello' tremble by your lips.

You start in the corner, headphones attached to your walkman with your favorite song on repeat to try and soothe yourself. Bill Withers calming voice blocks out every word of the teasing alphas, but you can still feel them mocking you and picking at you.

You don't dare sweep anywhere near the blood ash on the floor. One less precaution in place was one more thing to worry about.

"Bye, Binnie."

He does growl that time, eyes narrowed on your back until the door shuts.

˚➶ ｡˚

Wednesday, you have a frown on your face. "Three days in a row?" The guard Hongjoong got in a yelling match with, Merle, greets you as you come into the cavernous room, "bad schedule huh?"

"No kidding," you sigh, feet slightly hesitant to pass the dust border, "I'm here to fix your shirt. It's state property." You don't look at them, but they know who you're referring to.

They act like they don't, though. Just to hear more of your voice. To make you wriggle under their attention. "Sorry? What do you mean?"

You look and point to Hongjoong, his collar ripped from Seonghwas grasp. "State property."

"Ah, of course." He grins like a jackal, pulling it over his head and sticking his hand out of the bars just in the slightest. "On one condition."

You pout, eyes on the shirt which is just far enough away that you'd have to step closer. And it's the cutest fucking thing they've ever seen.

You look back up at him, silently asking. "Sit and talk with us. The guards here are no fun!" His laugh makes you jump back further, he sounds like a mad pirate.

You look over to Merle, who just shrugs, "just get it over with so these guys will shut up. They're only talkative around you, they need an audience for their antics."

"We won't bite," Seonghwa chuckles with his teeth exposed, making you shiver.

"Fine, give it here." You take a single step forward, palm out infront of the blonde.

When you grab it and go to race away like always, his claws wrapping all the way around your wrist stops you, sharp edges threatening to slice your skin down to the bone. You scream your head off, silenced when Seonghwa coos softly, "sit with us, and talk."

"Let me go..." you plead, eyes frantically flicking to Merle, whose gun is drawn to Hongjoongs head from the border of the ash, waiting for him to take one more wrong move so he can rid the world of one of its greatest criminals.

"Sit, omega." You do so, slowly lowering to the floor with your wrist and life still in Hongjoongs hand. "You have your sewing kit with you, I can hear the buttons hitting the needle. So sit, stay, and talk while you fix it."

Once again, they're the ones caged in. But you're the one who's stuck.

     One look to Merle tells you he probably wouldn't help you even if he could get to you. He lowers his gun as your tailbone hits the concrete floor.

     Your thin work scrubs do little to fight the cold of the old flooring, one reason of many that you shake as you reach into your purse and get the small tin box.

     Hongjoong releases your wrist and sits mirrored to you, hands perched on the bars in the gaps of the purple vine flower wrapped on them. Seonghwa comes to the corner of his side of the split cage and breathes in deeply through his nose, eyes locked in on your every movement. "So you're essentially the errand lady? Maid?"

      "Yes..." You murmur under your breath as your fingers work to thread the needle, slowly backing away until you're out of reach, but still stuck in the blood ash with no one to rescue should the men infront of you decide to rip their cages open. You only stop backing away when you hear a warning growl.

     You don't care to see which it came from, you just want to do this as quickly as possible and get far, far, away. They could have chose anyone to focus their annoying efforts on. Changbin, Merle, the warden. But no, just your luck.

      "You live in the village, right? Were you born here?" Seonghwa continues to do the talking as you carefully fix the shirt.

      "Yes. And no."

     A small hum from the one in front of you is a sign they want you to continue. "I was born to an overpopulated pack. They kicked me out when I turned eighteen. Our old alpha took me in." The hitch in your voice is a clear sign that it's a sore topic. And Hongjoong continues to poke the wound.

      "How did they find you?"

       "Woods."

       "Woods?"

     You can't help the small growl of frustration, lip curling as you look up. "Woods."

     The reaction is one you wouldn't have expected from a normal person, but then- they aren't normal.

     They laugh, cooing over your gesture of anger. Compared to them, you seem like a teacup puppy. "My, my," the brunette chuckles breathily, "is that Solis coming to play?"

     "At least she can," you snap, sent to the back of your own head as your wolf tries to defend you, "she isn't a caged mutt."

    Hongjoong breaks out into a manic fit of laughter, while his paramour is the opposite: his eyes flick red before your own, sharp teeth on display in a show of dominance over your smaller ones that are subconsciously bared at him. "Watch it, omega." He spits his words with venom, "I won't be so nice when I get out of here."

     You rip the extra thread with your claw, kicking the shirt across the floor so it sits at the bottom bar of Hongjoongs cage. His chest still wracks with laughter, watching as you sit up in a low squat so you're still level with the alpha.

      It's clear that you aren't currently you. Your wolf has control of your mouth and body, crouched in a position akin to that of a dog ready to pounce as you hiss your words, "I'm going to laugh in your face as you hang."

     "Aw, is that how dear old alpha died?"

     "Cut it out!" Merle screams disinterested, eyes glued to his flimsy magazine.

      "I heard he got gutted~" Hongjoong giggles, watching the color flicking in your eyes.

     "I'll gut you!" Your threat only makes him laugh more.

      "(Y/n)!" The voice of Hylyon breaks your wolf away from you immediately, falling to your bottom and crawling to the sound unwittingly. "You fucking idiot, Merle!" 

     She reaches over the blood ash and pulls you over the ring, letting you collapse into her as she drags you away, still throwing profanities at the incompetent guard. Hongjoong is laughing loudly. Seonghwa yelling at you to come back. The elevator cuts of his roar, the last thing you see through your blurry vision is his fist making a dent in the silver cage.

You fall onto the floor of the metal box. Thoughts flood your head too quickly for you to swim though them, making you drown and try to escape by releasing the pain with tears. You don't even notice when your friend turns her key in the elevator to make it stop in its tracks, you only see her when she sits right infront of you.

"Babes, calm down, I've got you," she reaches out slowly and places a hand on your leg, slowly rubbing her thumb over your knee.

"I can't go back up there... they're too strong, they make me feel like I'm suffocating," you splutter through gasps, "I'm too weak!"

"Hey, hey, you're spiraling!" She opens her arms and pulls you into her, letting you sob into her uniform. "In and out, girl," she holds the back of your neck securely, almost instantaneously making you calm. "I got you... I got you..."

You sit there for a good while, crying into her shoulder as you sort through your wracked brains.

Your alpha was gutted. Right in front of you. Because of you.

Unbeknownst to you, their tuned ears are still listening in, the elevator stuck within their ear shot as you begin mumbling your favorite song to yourself through tears.

˚➶ ｡˚

The sound of claws slicing through the skin on your back rings in your ears. Though, you can't feel it. Your eyes are locked in on your own claws, dug into the hardwood floor of your humble home to keep yourself from being dragged.

     You've been here a million times before.

     Blood pooling off of your body and onto the frigid surface below you. Teeth sharp and bared to the moon though the open window, begging that she might let you survive. Eyes aglow with your instincts as your wolf tries with every fiber of her being to turn, but she knows it's no use.

     The distorted voice above you drips with mocking venom, a chuckle as its owner realizes you can't even fight back like other wolves might: by letting your wolf fully transform.

     The wind blows through your curtains, washes your body in the artic breeze. The snowflakes on your windowsill are so delicate, all of their features fade into a blurry mush as they make contact. They melt, dripping down your wall.

     This time it's different.

      You're turned over, gaping wounds slammed into the floor as always, but when you look up to your aggressor it's different.

      His eyes aren't the yellow of a rouge, but the red of an alpha. His hair isn't that unruly blonde curl that you pulled at frantically, that you can still feel on your finger tips when your hands are unoccupied. It's long, shining, soft looking dark locks.

       You fall through the floor into another time, another place.

     Face first into the snow: your hands, shaking with adrenaline, do little to catch you.

       You don't remember this.

       This isn't right.

       This isn't your nightmare.

       You find yourself in a clearing in a forrest, the densely packed trees creating a bubble of nature around you. "(Y/n)?"

      You whip around, coming face to face with an unfamiliar man. Almost face to face. If he weren't floating a few feet in the air.

     His legs are crossed under him, hands facing palms up on his knees.

      "Don't worry. You're only dreaming." He speaks calmly as he floats around you in a circle, like a shark examining its potential prey.

     You follow him with your feral gaze, that familiar feeling of an adrenaline crash quickly approaching.

You know you're only dreaming. You've had that last dream more times than you can count in the past three years. It always plays the same. But not this time. You're only slightly thankful that you don't have to witness your alphas death again, but the gratefulness is overshadowed by confusion.

"Are you an angel?" You whisper, watching the man's soft and rounded features as he comes to a stop in the air in front of you and gracefully lowers to his feet.

"I can be, if that's what you want me to be. I'm only here to watch your dreams, fight off the nightmares."

"Why?" You feel distant from your body, watching powerlessly as your hand takes his, letting him lead you out of the clearing and into the darkness of the woods.

It disappears around you, warping into a spring day on a familiar path.

"A favor for a friend."

With the snow gone, you're in your spot, your old towel on the dewy grass with a book laid atop of it and the soil beneath your feet as you approach.

"Enjoy."

The hand vanishes from your own, leaving you alone on the side of the path. You look for him. But he's just an eidolon, watching you from the sky where you can't see him.

You warily take a seat and pick up the book.

˚➶ ｡˚

They don't see you again through the week. And when the next Monday comes by, their sheets are removed while they're in the showers.

Hongjoong sighs from his place on the floor, for the tenth time in the past half hour.

"Hong-"

"I miss our omega!" He whines, cutting him off.

Seonghwa stands from his cot, slowly lowering to the floor next to their shared bars. He lays flat on his back, mirroring Hongjoong as he tilts his head to look at him. "Soon." Is the only word he utters.

He reaches through the silver bars, ignoring the sting as the fresh wolfsbane brushes his wrist, and takes his hand.

The both of them look up at the ceiling through the bars of their enclosure.

Your scent is long gone from the room, and their noses can barely pick up on it through the rest of the village and prison.

"I want out of here," Hongjoong whispers, so lowly that the guard can't hear him from outside of the door, "when are they coming? Your bond with them is stronger, I can barely feel them..."

"Soon." He repeats, "very soon, Joong."

˚➶ ｡˚

Tuesday you manage to talk your coworker into sweeping the top floor, and you rejoice in the freedom of not being under the alpha's gazes. You've worked out a good schedule to completely avoid seeing them, and it's made your job feel like it's back to normal.

You can still smell their power wafting through the AC, but it's bearable. You distract yourself in your free time by making excuses to be on the second floor with Chungha and the other omegas.

Today, that excuse is 'omegas need physical outlets too', and the warden let you bring up buckets and brushes so you could all scrub the base boards.

"Oh, I've got one!" The omega to your left speaks, lifting his brush in the air in a eureka moment, "Texas Chainsaw Massacre or... Halloween?"

Chungha scoffs with a smile as she scrubs away to your right, "are we including sequels? There's like a billion!"

"No, stand alone original," Beomhan goes back to scrubbing as he continues, "both of them are classics but which one is a better classic?"

"Halloween is the classic slasher, Texas Chainsaw is like psychological horror," you chime in as you dip your brush into the bucket, sitting on your calves as you take a breather. "I think it's not fair to compare them... but Texas Chainsaw, definitely."

They laugh along with you, and Chungha shakes her head, "Halloween has more rewatchablity. You don't want to see Sally go through that more than once, but Laurie Strode fights harder and it's more like, yeah I'll watch her kick ass again."

"Cinematography in both is so beaut-"

The lights above you flicker before they shut down completely. People start muttering their concerns, quite a few of them looking your way. "Don't worry!" You hop up and get your keys from your pocket as you make your way to the locked stairwell. "I'll go and see what's going on, keep scrub-"

A loud siren echoes in the brick walls, shocking you all to cover your ears.

Everyone looks to you for answers, and you don't have any as your brain starts throwing theory after theory at you.

"It's okay, go back to your cells! Shut them behind you!"

They listened, however grumpy about it. The cell doors locked automatically when they were closed.

"Hey, what's going on?" Chungha asked over the clanging of the cell doors. The two of you, along with Beomhan, were the only ones left after a moment.

"Go back to your cell, Beomhan, hurry."

"No, what's happening?"

     The sirens cut off and leave you in a pregnant pause for a moment as you simply try to calm yourself.

A deafening scream ricochets through the air vent next to you, scaring you into their arms as you all stare at it.

Usually, the air flow covered the echoes throughout the floors. But with no power, you could hear everything- albeit muffled.

Yells and shouts. Gunshots. Growls. Unidentifiable chaos. And above all, your ears tuned in on a rumbling, calm voice through it all.

"Ain't no sunshine when she's gone... It's not warm when she's away..."

Your eyes widen as theres a bang at the stairwell door. "Go, go!" You grab each of their wrists, dragging them into Chungha's cell. You slam it behind you and let down the sheet she has over it, backing away and staring at it as you hear the door hit the wall behind it with the force it's slammed open.

"(Y/n), what the hells happening?!"

     You slap your hand over his mouth and bring a finger to your lips. The other omegas on the floor are all making a ruckus, and you can only hope that it will confuse that unfortunately familiar voice so he can't find you.

˚➶ ｡˚

The beta in the large room ignores Hongjoong as he continuously asks after 'the pretty omega'.

He just sweeps and sweeps, finally understanding why you hate coming up here. He has his back turned to the cage, and consequently, to the windows.

High on the tall walls, the narrow glass is opened from the outside. Seonghwa smirks, and gestures his head to it. Hongjoongs gaze follows, and he has to slap a hand over his mouth so he doesn't laugh.

A skinny figure is sliding its way in through the window sideways.

He drops to the floor as silent as a mouse, landing on his knees and grinning wildly up at his alphas.

Hongjoong throws his head back in preemptive relief, while Seonghwa is watching with a similarly wide smile as the man walks straight through the blood ash, breaking the circle with the tip of his shoe.

The worker still has his back turned as the lock on Seonghwas cage is picked with a long claw. He doesn't even know what's happening as the next thing he knows, he's thrown across the floor.

      Blood ash knocks up around him, coughs wracking his body as he looks up to his assailant.

      Park Seonghwa, newly freed from his cage, looks down at the worker with his eyes glowing red.

     "Now usually..." He begins, crouching to be face to face with him, "I'd go through this whole place just for the fuck of it and cause some beautiful chaos. But I'm looking for someone."

     "(Y/n)?" He stutters out, backing away only to knock into Hongjoongs legs. Stuck between the two criminals, he chooses his own head over yours. "The second floor! Sh-she's on the second floor!"

     "Let's go get our omega, Joong."

      Nonchalantly, Hongjoong draws his claws and slices the neck of the worker. He hops over the gurgling body and follows his mate with an ecstatic giggle.

      He wraps his arm around the skinny man's shoulder, "Wooyoung! Our savior~" He ruffles his hair and laughs as he groans.

     "You guys know I've got your back. Seonghwa told me about your new omega, you seem excited," he mimics the alphas smile as the eldest of the trio opens the doors.

     The guard on duty, who happens to be Merle, looks back with wide eyes.

"Yes, oh yes!" His eyes roll to the back of his head, touching the stitches you made on his shirt. "Oh, you'll love her, she's a feisty omega just like you."

He makes a run for the fire alarm at the end of the hall, but Seonghwa is faster. The beta is tackled to the floor.

"I'm glad you both will have a buffer, tired of you always at each other's throats during ruts," Wooyoung laughs, looking down at the guard as they pass.

Seonghwa had simply torn out his throat with his bare hand and made his way to the elevator, holding it open with an impatient glare.

The door closes behind them and the only sound is Seonghwa's heavy breathing.

"You're real eager, huh?" The omega breaks the silence, "San should be coming in any second to block the main door. No one will get past him. The rest are in the village, just as we planned."

"Good, she'll need somewhere to rest before we take off....Fucking idiots, thinking they can cage us." He groans, eyes flicking to the number above the doors as it dings.

       3? "Fuck."

     The door opens and the woman on the other side takes a moment, nearly walking in before she notices the crimson liquid dripping from Segonhwa's hand.

      She makes it halfway through the hall before Hongjoong pounces on her, fighting her effortlessly as if she's a rag doll. The guards run to try and save her, but it's too late for the unfortunate woman, and they just signed their own death certificate as well.

       Seonghwa and Wooyoung make quick work of them, but their plan is already foiled as the lights flicker to a halt and leave them bathed in dim light of the setting sun in the few windows.

      The alphas fall to their knees as their sensitive ears are bombarded with a loud, incessant siren.

      "Wooyoung!" Hongjoong screams over it, "go turn that shit off!"

      He nods, taking the keys off a mauled guard and dashing to the stair well, leaving it unlocked behind him.

     Hongjoong crawls to Seonghwa, collapsing into his chest with his teeth clenched and palms over his ears. His ears were always more sensitive.

     His partner places his hands over his, thumb running over his own. He looks down with his eyes glowing red, meeting pure black.

He leans and kisses him deeply, all teeth and bloodlust, trying to merge their souls until the sirens cuts off.

Their foreheads rest together, ignoring the chaos of the beta's around them yelling to be released.

"Are you ready?" Seonghwa whispers, gathering another set of keys from the fallen workers. He throws it to one of the locked in prisoners, a smirk on his face. So much for not creating chaos.

"Let's go," Hongjoong holds the door to the staircase open and lets him go first with a dramatic bow.

It takes one scream to start the havoc. The entire prison is filled with the sickly sweet sounds of caged animals with a taste of freedom. Gunfire and howls bring a smile to Seonghwa's lips as he sings out,

"Ain't no sunshine when she's gone... it's not warm when she's away..."

He hums the song with a wide grin as Hongjoong kicks the door. It takes only one more kick before it slams open and bangs against the cement wall.

The omegas in their cells are all yelling at them, at one another, in general.

Hongjoong kicks one of the many buckets on the floor over and groans, "here I was thinking she'd make it easy. I guess we'll have to go cell to cell!" A small spike of a heartbeat in his ears makes him smirk, following the sound that he memorized the first time he'd heard it.

Seonghwa follows him, immediately zeroing in on the same cell. He comes to stand infront of it, his breath making the blanket behind the bars sway slightly.

You see both pairs of orange slip on shoes and you feel your heart stop in your chest.

You cower further into the corner with Beomhan as Chungha stands in front of you. The sheet is grabbed from the outside and ripped away, making you all shriek.

"Were you playing hide and seek?" Hongjoong giggles, throwing the blanket to the side with his eyes never leaving you, a scowl growing on his features as he notices the way you're curling into another wolf. "You should know better than to hide from your alphas. Come on out."

You shake your head, gaze lowered as you hold onto the back of Chungha's uniform.

"(Y/n)," the saturnine man speaks, "come here."

"No, leave us alone! Leave me alone," your voice cracks despite how strong you want to appear.

"If I have to drag you out of here I will be very angry. Just come on, do us all a solid."

"No-"

"Open the fucking door!"

"No!"

The cells were built to hold lycans, which means lycans shouldn't be able to get in... right?

"Fucking-" Seonghwa hits the bars, leaving a dent and making the three of you jump.

Hongjoong leans on his tiptoes and whispers into his ear, and whatever he says makes his eyes begin glowing a murderous red.

He slowly wraps his clawed fingers around the bars, and the way Hongjoong backs up makes your stomach churn in anxiety of what's about to come.

And it was warranted anxiety.

With a loud growl and a single tug, he rips the silver bars from their cemented place in the wall, causing a large crack to form.

"Holy shit!" Beomhan screams, arms wrapping around you tightly.

Chungha is ripped from the small room and tossed all the way across the room, back colliding with the wall and leaving her unconscious.

You yelp as Beomhan meets a similar fate, torn from your grasp and out into the rec room like he's a mere bag of trash. You see Hongjoong approaching him with his long black claws out and proud, but your vision is blocked by the large alpha infront of you.

     Your hips back into Chungha's small desk, and your hands clamber around, landing on something small and solid.

     You swing it at his head and he ducks, grabbing your wrist and dragging you out of the small cell. You manage to swing again, making contact with his head. The small ceramic bowl shatters into pieces and leaves him only temporarily stunned, glaring down at you.

      "Fucking stop," he growls quietly, shoving you to the floor.

       He lets you shuffle away, only because Hongjoong is right behind you.

     The blonde chuckles, pulling you back up by your collar and crashing you face first into one of the round steel tables bolted into the floor. "Ow!" You yell out as your head makes contact, fighting against him with all your might, but it's fruitless.

     He kicks your feet apart and stands between them, leaning his chest over your back. You can feel his nose against your neck, over the healed skin above your scent blocker. You snap your eyes shut and do the only thing you can thing of.

     You can't fight. Begging to these men would be useless. You can't disappear into the floor like you wish you could.

     "Please, Selene," you pray to the moon, tears slipping past your shut eyes as you feel the claws of the mad man on your neck.

       You cry out as the other worldly sharp nails slice into your neck, slowly and almost surgically. His other hand is cupped on the back of your head, keeping your head pushed into the cold metal. "Shhhh," he gushes above you, "it's okay."

      Seonghwa sits at one of the bolted stools and rests his head to mimic yours, cheek on the table. "We'd've been more gentle if you listened, omega."

       Between the tips of his claws, Hongjoong holds your small alloy scent blocker. Almost instantaneously, your natural scent floods their senses.

     Their deep rumbles of pleasure make you snap your eyes back shut, missing the way Hongjoong stomps on the device.

     "Fuck," the wolf behind you curses, body pressed close to yours like he wants to fuse together, he places his hands in yours and tells you, "you might want to squeeze."

    "Wh- ah!" Your scream echoes over all of the other chaos as his teeth sink into your left shoulder, and you do just that. Your clawed hands squeeze around his, sharp nails knocking together as you hold on like his hands are the only thing keeping you from slipping to the underworld.

       It feels like a million pins and needles washing over you, leaving you paralyzed in place as he purrs into the wound, making your bones vibrate.

     A warm, comforting hand on your cheek makes you force your eyes open. Seonghwa smiles sweetly, like he isn't witnessing one of the biggest crimes in the lycan community.

      Forcing someone to be your mate for the rest of your mortal lives.

     "Breathe, omega," his words make you realize you're holding your breath, and you let it out as a sob. "That's it," he hums, rubbing his hand down your head with all the gentleness he's capable of.

        Hongjoong pulls away with a moan, resting his head between your shoulder blades as he catches his breath.

     Your wolf is already calling for her mate, howling in the back of your mind as you cry.

       "Don't worry, we'll take good care of you." Seonghwas words have little time to register in your adrenaline filled head as he turns your head the other way and climbs up on the table.

     It hits you when he moves your ruffled shirt away from your right shoulder. "No! No!" You find yourself with two million pins and needles in your body now, squeezing Hongjoongs hands all over again as Seonghwa sinks his teeth into you at an excruciatingly slow pace.

They're bigger, or maybe they only feel that way because your body is on fire. You sob freely, feet stomping pathetically to cope with the pain.

What little comfort you find in Hongjoong squeezing your hands back is washed away by the simple fact that it's him. That blood from his claws drips onto your skin.

It feels like a century later that the older alpha finally pulls away, a bellow of pleasure as he runs his thumb over the wound: making you jump.

"Your turn, omega."

The weight of their bodies is gone, but you can't bring yourself to move. Out of fear, maybe. Pain, perhaps.

"You know what happens to wolves who don't finish the bond." Hongjoong purrs teasingly, knowing full well that you will have to mark them back least you want to suffer at the hands of the moon herself.

A life with them was better than being turned inside out and left to the elements. Just barely.

You lift yourself on shaking arms and nearly fall as you turn. You would have if not for Hongjoong catching you. He lifts you back to the table much gentler, letting your legs dangle as you sit on the table top.

"Why... why me?"

"... Have you heard of Harry Talbot?"

"Harry Talbots a myth... what's he got to do with your fuck shit?"

"Harry Talbot was the first wolf that could smell his mate. He could tell just by her smell, they were meant to be." Hongjoong slots his way between your legs, smiling down at you with his bloody teeth, "her smell called to him. It wasn't just good. It wasn't a normal scent. It was...alluring."

You were growing dizzy, head spinning.

"Strong alphas can sniff out their true mate. And, baby, we're the strongest that there is."

You have to force yourself to swallow. Have to remember to breathe.

"Why? Because you're... alluring."

That's the last thing you can register before your world turns dark.

˚➶ ｡˚ PART ONE END ˚➶ ｡˚

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[wedgie-stories]

Pt. 1 It’s a cool Halloween day with leaves turning and falling off trees. Christian, Joey, and Kyle are sitting in their last class of the day talking about the costume party that they’re going to. Christian tells the guys just to run to their places and grab their costumes and coke hangout at his place till they go.

Joey then began talking about his pirate costume he got to wear and asking them if the eye patch would be too dorky to wear. The other two told him to bring and when they get ready they’ll see. Kyle in a loud voice was telling them how he messed up his boxer costume! He tells them his shorts he ordered came in last night but he didn’t realize they were tear away shorts. The other guys asked him in a puzzled expression, what are tear away shorts? They are shorts that have buttons on both sides that hold the front and back together. They both tell him that it will be fine and he agreed since he didn’t have time to get another pair in time. Christian told the other guys they could have just did something simple like him. I only have two pieces, my hood and spidey suit! Christian said. A few minutes later the bell rang dismissing them, Christian told the guys to go home get their stuff and head over.

As Christian was walking home he approached his house and saw that his mom added more decorations outside. His mother was obsessed with Halloween and spooky season. He walked up the sidewalk to his front door when his mother jumped out and startled him. Christian agitated with his mom said you have got to stop doing that, I almost peed myself. She just laughed and said honey you like the new decorations? Christian looked at a group of five skeletons just wearing a red and white letterman’s. Oh real scary mom, what are they gonna do steal my lunch money?! She giggled and said I got them because they were cute. I also got these three scarecrows but will have to wait till next year for the poles to be put in the ground. They both walked inside his mom asking how his day was and small talk. As they entered the living on the coffee table was an old looking leather book. She says OH LOOK at this, she exclaims! Christian looks at the book and says what is it. She says I have no idea but it looks cool and creepy. She tells him not to look at it because the writing on the pages look superstitious.

After about and hour goes past, the doorbell rings and he goes down to get it and Kyle and Joey are there. About time you guys got here, Christian exclaimed. At the same time Christian’s mom was coming down in her overly magnificent which costume. She greeted the other two boys. She looked at Christian and told him she was leaving for her party and that they better behave. As she began to walk away and if y’all aren’t I’ll put a spell on you. Christian rolled his eyes at his mom’s corny joke.

The guys walked into the living room and sat down on the couch. They began watching YouTube videos trying to kill time. Until Joey noticed the old book on the coffee table. He grabbed it and Christian told him to be careful that his mom just got it. He proceeded to tell them about how his mom is superstitious and doesn’t want him opening. Joey looked at him and said sounds like you are scared. Christian said no I’m not and grabbed the book. He opened it up to a random page and it says “Possessus Objectum” he began reading the page out loud to his friends. As he finished reading the lights shutoff and back on making them jump. Christian a little freaked out said “okay guys I think it’s time to get ready.” They all are getting ready when there’s a knock at the door. Kyle was already done changing since he just had to change his pants. He walked over to the door thinking it was some trick or treaters super early. Kyle opened the door and what he saw is something he didn’t expect. It was the five skeletons from the front yard but they were alive! Kyle let out girlish scream and turned to run. As he was running he turned the corner to go up the stairs. As he did one of the skeletons reached out and got a fist full of his shorts. Kyle kept running up the stairs but as he did he ran right out of his shorts due to the tear away buttons. He continued to Christian’s room. He barged into the room Christian with his spidey suit only pulled up just past his waist said what the hell man ever heard of knocking, where’s your pants, and cute little undies are you 5. Kyle looked at him and said ghost are after me. Christian laughed and walked over holding ups his costume so it didn’t fall to the ground to the door. Kyle said don’t do it and Christian opened it up and saw the skeletons, before he could do anything one reached and grabbed him by the throat. Christian in shock grabbed the skeleton’s arm trying to break out of the hold, but when he did that the moving of trying to get free caused his costume to slid to his ankles leaving his American Eagle briefs on display. The skeletons began laughing at the two boys, by that time the bathroom door across the hall opened up and Joey saw what was taking place. He attempted to slam the door shut but before he could one of the skeletons caught the door and pushed he was in grabbing the other boy. They drug all the boys down to the living room together. One of the skeletons looked at Christian and told him I’m here to steal your lunch money nerd. Christian looking at him said what are you talking about. The skeleton said I heard what you said about us being scary! Christian said I was just joking with my mom. The main skeleton laughed oh it was just joke,well we will leave you be. Christian still freaked out about the situation nervously laughing said really. The skeleton said no, we’re gonna hangout all night scaring people starting with you all. The skeleton looked at them all and said something seems to be off here, don’t you think guys one skeleton says to the others. They all chuckled and agreed. The main skeleton looked at Joey and Kyle and told them they they’re going to need their clothes. Joey said absolutely not happening. The skeleton pointed at Joey and nodded. One of the other skeletons grabbed him with his super strength and drugged him off down the hallway. The other boys could hear him protest yelling no no no then heard a toilet flush. A few seconds later the skeleton came out dragging Joey and threw him back on the couch. The main skeleton looked at the two and said we are gonna need your clothes. Kyle terrified of getting a swirly immediately took off his hat, jacket, and t-shirt so he was in just his little white briefs with cartoons on it. Next was Joey he slowly stripped off his pirate costume right down to his fruit of the loom tighty whities. The skeleton look at the others and said look at these dweebs and their pathetic nerdy underwear. The skeleton looked at two of them and told them to prepare the decorations. Two of the skeletons walked out the front door.

[iguana-eyanna]

Please write more Lewis capaldi fanfictions please

If I could marry the scottish beyonce myself, I would. Here's something I thought on the spot!

Summary: Lewis is trying to figure out why you are giving him the silent treatment

Lewis groggily woke up, as a sliver of light was stinging his eyes. He looks over to his left, seeing his wife sound asleep, wearing a baggy marvel t-shirt and booty shorts. Under the covers, she was covering her 22-week bump.

You and Lew were ecstatic, as you two were in a great place to financially start a family. It has been pretty breezy even during your pregnancy as you had minimal nausea but had some particular cravings.

Lewis thought the worst was behind you two

"Morning love." Lew says, wanting to snuggle closer to you, and kisses your shoulder.

You flutter your eyes and kinda shake him off as you got up to use the bathroom.

Lewis is left on the bed, forming a thin smile as he lands back in his pillow.

"Another day, woo hoo!" He says sarcastically to himself.

For the past few days, you sorta stopped talking to Lewis. He thought that it was joke, but when the third day past, he knew something was wrong. He tried asking you what happened, but you didn't budge.

Hopefully, today would be different as you had your appointment today, and it could help you into a brighter mood.

You two went along your day without speaking to another. Lewis tried making you chuckle or at least smile, even making a stupid tiktok that always made you laugh till you peed.

You couldn't even crack.

Finally, Lewis drove with you to your appointment, helping you down the car and walk inside the clinic.

You two sat in uncomfortable silence as you lay down on the examination table wearing a gown when the nurse came and gave you instructions. Lewis bounces his leg up and down.

"Please love, it's killing me that we haven't spoken in days. Tell me what's wrong." He says desperately.

You take a deep breath as you shook your head.

"You still don't know what you did." You mutter under your breath.

Lew can't feel but helpless.

"I am the most clueless man in the world! Like have I snored too much recently? Or does my breath smell and you can't stand it? I just-"

The door swung opened and you see your doctor come in.

"Hey, you two! Ready to see your baby?" she says in a cheery tone.

You and Lew could only nod your heads as she started prepping.

"Your vitals are good, blood pressure not too high, blood work looks really good... now we can skip to the best part!" she said, putting on her gloves as she grabs the gel.

She squirts it on the bottom of your belly and starts moving the wand looking at the screen.

"I think they're not shy today... would you like to know the gender?" She asks, looking up.

Lew looks down at you, eyes pleading. He's been dying to know the gender since you've started showing, but he knew it was your decision to know first.

"Yeah, we'd like to know." You said softly.

She looks back at the screen.

"Looks like you're expecting a little girl!"

You began to smile as your heart pounded faster. Lewis holds your hand as you share the same excitement. You squeeze his hand, as the anger you've been holding has almost washed away.

The doctor lets you change in the bathroom, so Lewis takes this opportunity to talk to your doctor.

"I know when you said she'll be changing with her emotions, but I feel like she hates my guts." Lewis said.

The doctor chuckles as she writes something on her clipboard.

"When I was pregnant, I was like that with my husband when he didn't kiss me goodbye when I was off to work. Be patient, she'll be able to turn around."

"Thanks doc,"

"Of course. I know how supportive you are of your wife. I mean, what's the worst thing you could have done: eat all her ice cream?" Your doctor asks jokingly.

Lewis laughs along until he thought back to a week ago, and his face fell.

"Fuck"

The car ride was the same when you left home. You stared into the window, looking at the buildings and scarce trees. Suddenly, Lewis takes a different route and heads to your local market. He unclips his seatbelt and mask, heading out of his side.

"I'll be back. Shouldn't take me long." He said, almost jogging to the sliding doors.

Soon, you saw Lewis coming out with two bags filled to the top. He opens the back and places them on the floor. He returns back to the driver's side, looking at the receipt.

"I got chocolate, rocky road, vanilla in case you don't want something too rich, mango sorbet-"

"Wait, what's all this?" You ask Lewis.

"I bought every flavor in there, I'm so stupid that I didn't realize what I've done. I'm sorry for eating your ice cream last week."

One thing that has been dominant in your pregnancy is that you were always craving ice cream.

Lewis remembers when you two came from a date. He was staring at the freezer to look for a dessert and ate your last ice cream carton. And it wasn't just any ice cream, but strawberry ice cream. (Which was what you've been snacking on most of the time.)

When you went to the freezer and realized that he finished it, you started to get very emotional and focused your frustration on Lew.

He scrambles back and brought out a little bowl of self-served strawberry ic cream, and gave it to you as a peace offering.

"Forgive me?" he asks.

You started to tear up and nod your head.

"I-I'm sorry, I've been acting so silly over something that could have been avoided." You said, sniffling.

"Hey no... I'm the idiot here. I should have asked if you needed more. You're growing our little girl in there, so you deserve all the ice cream in the world." Lewis says, placing a hand on your belly.

Suddenly, you felt a flutter underneath his palm, and his eyes grew 3x wider.

"Was that-" He asks as he started stuttering.

"Her first kick!" you acclaimed.

Lewis bends down as he saw movement under your thin top and begins to smile.

"Hey, there little one. Barely out and you're giving your parents trouble already? Not that I mind, but go easy on your mum. She's already doing so much for you and getting mad at me. But I'll do anything for you two... you're my whole universe. Know that we're waiting impatiently to meet you, our little sweet." He said.

You couldn't help but cry more. Lewis leans over and kisses your forehead and slowly kisses your lips.

"I know you don't mean it, so no matter how mad you'll get, I'll always love you."

You chuckle and return the kiss.

"I love you too. Thank you for all this."

"Let's go home, we don't want the ice cream to melt." He said, giving you one final peck as he started the car.

You took a bite of your ice cream, humming in delight as you two talked along the way home, discussing baby names.

#lewiscapaldi #lewis capaldi #lewis capaldi one shot #lewis capaldi imagine #lewis capaldi fluff #lewis capaldi fan fiction #lewis capaldi x reader #lewis capaldi x you #lewis capaldi x pregnant reader #pregnant reader #scottish beyoncé

[ambientbroth]

Autism/ Neurodivergent Tips! Autism Journal Entry

On an everyday basis I have 1 backpack and 2 fanny packs I wear on my body.

I wear fanny packs for trinkets, money, writing notes, eye drops, pocket magnifying glass, forging pocket knife, tweezers, lighters, chapstick, a mask, hand sanitizer spray, extra marker, bobby pins, and peppermint oil.

In my backpack I carry books, headphones/earplugs, stationary pencil bag, stim puzzles/toys, extra makeup, THC gummies, cards, matches, AirPods, cigarettes, binoculars, sticky notes, and a portable pee funnel, Advil, Tums, and Dramamine

But I also carry a single backpack in the car for emergencies; stuck in traffic, shit my pants, need to change clothes. The contents of my bag are baby wipes, a pair of socks, a pair of underwear, a bandana, pants, a shirt, a hand fan, Clorox wipes, and a make up bag with; athletic tape, bandaids, vapor rub, tiger balm, and CBD oil. Also I carry my charger sometimes.

I also have applesauce and small pringles cans for homeless people and for myself.

I NEVER go without these 2 bags and 2 fanny packs EVER

Recently, I was stuck in the car due to a flat tire. I hadn’t showered all day, I had been to literally 6 different spots and I spent a total of 7 hours in the car, alone, driving. I had too many interactions with people over the past few days and that day with no spoons left in me. I had a meltdown when we pulled to the apartment because the apartment keys were left at the last spot we were (which was 15 minutes back) I was livid and scream cried. I sat in the back of the car and tried to calm myself down, we were almost back to the apartment, then we got a flat tire. It popped and it scared the fucking life out of my already high-stress-alerted body and I had another full blown meltdown. I was screaming and inconsolable and frankly losing my fucking mind. I was thrashing my body and screaming with hot tears running down my face, pulling my hair all while on the shoulder of the highway with cars and semis speeding past at 70 mph shaking the car.

If it wasn’t for the bags I always keep on me I wouldn’t have made it out the way I did. After I had calmed down just enough I sat with my headache. I took an advil down with some applesauce, I peed using my portable pee funnel into my reusable pint water bottle, I wiped myself everywhere using baby wipes, I changed out of my sweaty underwear and socks, and changed out of my clothes completely. I put my headphones on and turned on some brown noise. I stuffed my clothes in a plastic bag from the car. I opened a book and looked at some pictures. I put eye drops in and put on my coat. After about an hour I was fine enough to go outside and help my partner with the flat tire.

If you are neurodivergent or are Autistic please please please take my tips and carry a change of clothes, baby wipes, and things you might ever need with you. Accommodate for yourself. You never know when you will actually need it. This isn’t to scare you, you can’t prevent life from happening but you can help yourself.

#actually autistic #self diagnosed autisic #autism #autisic traits #autistic feels #autism in women #late diagnosed autistic #autistic adult #autism in girls #neurodivergent #self diagnosers #undiagnosed autism #actuallyautistic #self diagnosis #autistic experiences #autistic spectrum #autistic #executive dysfunction #adhd #actually adhd #autistic tips #survival tips #overstimulation #meltdowns #meltdown #autistic meltdown #audhd #actually audhd #neurodiversity #neurodivergent tips

[omorashiect]

when i was in high school i was trying to write an essay i had due the next day and i was trying to get it done as soon as possible, no breaks so i could get to sleep right away. it was already past midnight and i had to be up early the next morning to get there on time.

i'd had some coffee and soda already to try to keep myself awake and several waters before that, and i was definitely aware of it by this point, but like i said — no breaks. it was way too late for me to risk getting distracted somehow. i had a wooden chair at my desk which was. very much not comfortable, but it was away from my bookshelf and my phone, and it was good to squirm against to try to keep it in. i told myself once i'd finished my essay, i could pee, and then i'd look it over before turning it in.

i was almost done with it, just a paragraph or so left to write, when i felt myself leaking. i didn't feel full, i just hadn't peed in a long while — like all day since that morning — so i really needed to go. i clenched down extra hard, but that only worked for a few seconds before i completely lost control. i went so much before i was able to stop it — i could feel it running all down my thighs, wetting my leggings and skirt, and the dripping of pee hitting the ground.

i was finally able to stop the stream, clenching down, and then i was stuck in a. warm puddle of piss. my face was so red from embarrassment, tears pricking in my eyes, and it's not even like anyone was around.

i ran to the bathroom, trying to make as little of a mess as possible on the way there, and then dried up my chair and the floor as much as possible so i could finish my paper. i had to have a very awkward conversation with my parents after that.

wow

[sawtastic-sideblog]

This is too fun to write and I am distracting myself from responsibilities. Honestly at this point it's a Crack fic but I am enjoying myself. Anyway enjoy.

*Adam Standheight sent a photo*

Mark: where the hell are you?

Mark: why are you with a horse?

Adam: I'm letting Will.I.Am live out hisbhorse girl fantasies.

John: that's a beautiful horse. Where are you two?

William: Adam insisted we go to Texas to see horses. I told him about the horse riding ranch place about 2 hours away from home. So we're in Texas.

Amanda: bring me something cool

Lawrence: is that why you wanted to borrow my car 3 days ago?

Mark: your car has been missing for 3 days and you haven't said anything.

Lawrence: it's Adam. I figured he just forgot where he parked it.

Adam: hey! I respect that

Adam: that's not the right word

John: resent is the word you're looking for.

Logan: I'm too lazy to read to catch up so why is there a selfie of Adam, William, and Sarah Jessica Parker?

Amanda: shots fired

Adam: ducking got her!

Amanda: 🦆 🦆 🦆

Adam: shut up

William: we're at a ranch in Texas.

Logan: is that why it's been more peaceful around here? Other than Mark and Amanda bickering it's been quiet

Mark: almost peaceful

*Adam Standheight sent a photo*

Adam: look at my little horse girl go. ✨ M A G I C A L ✨

Amanda: majestic

Jill: bring me back a cowboy hat

Adam: pink and sparkly?

Jill: white. Get John a black one.

Adam: OKAY!

*William Emmerson sent a photo*

Logan: why does he look scared?

William: he's terrified of the horse 🐴

John: how do you send the cartoons?

William: the emojis? They pop up as recommendations in my predictive text thing

John: what?

Mark: I'll be home in 15 and show you

Adam: I rode a horse. I may have peed

Lawrence: what?

William: the horse snorted and it scared him. He actually pissed himself

Amanda: LMAOOOOOOOO

Mark: 😂 good job dumbass

Lawrence: oh my

Adam: Mark sent an emoji

Mark: I'm teaching John

*William Emmerson sent a video*

Adam: Will.I.Am! I thought we were bonding

William: we are but this was too good not to share.

John: 🤣🤣🤣

Amanda: Mark showed you emojis. How do you know what they are?

Mark: Angela.

Adam: I am hurt and disgusted.

William: I'm sorry Adam. What if I get you IHOP?

Adam: we're in the south Will. We're going tona waffle house. I hear they're built different down here

William: okay but you have to shower first

Adam: deal.

John: 👍👍👍

Mark: I can't believe you pissed your pants

Adam: 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

Amanda: that is a wall of emoji

John: 🚮 what a neat little man. He say to throw trash away

Adam: time to throw me out then

Mark: agreed

Amanda: okay

Logan: done

Lawrence: you'll be someone's treasure

Adam: ouch

William: he's my treasure. Living his own horse girl dreams

Adam: we're going to the botanical gardens in every state we drive through now so I can live my garden whore dreams

John: 👍👍👍

#saw 2004 #saw franchise #adam stanheight #lawrence gordon #leigh whannell #amanda young #john kramer #mark hoffman #saw fanfic #tobin bell

[ferindencadash]

@spectre-requisitions-exchange is officially over for 2024! Not gonna lie, I'm a little sad. It was so much fun!!

BUT! Authors have been revealed, which means I can start hyping all the incredible people who took part this year! (And my own stories, but that will be a separate post.)

My gifts this year were PHENOMENAL. And I swear I am not just saying that to be nice. I got SPOILED ROTTEN this year. Like holy shit. 🥰

First up is my official gift! Mimicry by @keriweird featuring Kaidan and MShep's Clone.

First of all, I almost lost my mind when I saw the length. 25k?? That someone would write that much for a gift blew me away. Impossibly generous. Then I started reading and GODDAMN. This is, legitimately, one of the best Mass Effect fanfics I have ever read. Easily in my top ten now. They took my prompt and ran with it in the most creative and mind bending ways.

The DETAILS in this story. Holy crap. Talk about world building. And the way they turn a phrase?? 🥲Beautiful. I cried. A few times. And also laughed out loud. There is some top notch humour in here. GO READ THIS STORY!

On top of the masterpiece that I got for a gift, I got a treat!! (Seriously. Spoiled.) And I nearly peed myself (sorry) when I saw which prompt they had picked!

We have: Mother****ing Dragons!! By @thedaselcor featuring FemShep and The Iron Bull!!!

I didn't think anyone would jump on board with my crack fic pairing but I really hoped they would. You KNOW Shep and Bull would hit it off!! Come on! And holy shit did they ever deliver!!

This has got to be the most FUN I have ever had reading a fic. I was literally BOUNCING while I read this!! Giggling like an idiot the whole time. It is everything I could have possibly hoped for when I dreamt this up, and then some.

You have to go check this out! You will not regret it. What an absolute blast!

Honestly. I am so beside myself with joy. The biggest thank you possible to both my authors. I utterly adore you both. ❤️❤️

#specrecs2024 #mass effect #fanfic exchange #rarepair #MShep Clone #Commander Shepard Clone #kaidan alenko #shenko #sort of #FemShep #commander shepard #the iron bull #dragon age #da:i #femshep/ironbull

[mrschampionsblog]

Hiiiiii,

I’ve started writing some oneshots on Wattpad. I’ve posted one below. If you are interested here is the book. I’m desperately in need of requests right now:(((

———

Y/n's POV:

Jack had recently been taking me on heaps of dates. Lots of places like restaurants, shopping, theme parks, late night drives. But now it's my turn to treat my man.

I told him to come to my apartment at 5:00 so we had time to cook together. I had gone shopping earlier for ingredients to make lasagne and tiramisu. I was feeling a tad Italian:)

Time skip...

Jack's POV:

I pulled up to her apartment and knocked on the door. I brought some board games with me, my personal favourite cards against humanity (A/N: seriously this game has my rolling on the floor I love it 😭). She opened the door and looked so cute.

*photo at the bottom

Imagine a cute lil apron with it:)

"Hey cutie patootie", "Hey handsome". We walked in and she led me to the kitchen. "I thought we could cook together" she said in the sweetest voice ever. "This is so adorable, what are we cooking?", "lasagne and tiramisu!".

We started cooking together, lucky for me y/n is a great cook. She even made the pasta sheets from scratch. She was kneading the dough, when I decided came up behind her and put my hands over hers. " Hey! You were supposed to be to be making pasta sauce!", "I thought we were supposed to be doing it together though?", he said as he stuck his head into my neck and lightly kissed it. "Well yeah, but now it's gonna take forever before we actually get to eat", "oh well", he said as he gently tickled me.

We eventually finished making dinner and dessert and sat down to eat. "This is so good y/n/n". We cleaned up and sat down on the couch just putting on random tv for background noise as we started playing cards against humanity.

We ended up playing for hours. I almost peed myself by the end. We were so tired at this point that we just fell asleep on the couch with the light and soft sound of the tv in the background.

I half woke up in the middle of the night to my head on Jacks chest with put legs tangled together under the blanket. I gently pushed his hair out of his face and smiled at his beautiful face. I snuggles back into him and fell into a blissful sleep:)

Kinda jealous not gonna lie:(

- A.R.G

#jack champion #fanfic #wattpad #oneshot #imagine #ethan landry #scream #scream 6 #avatar #avatar the way of water #pandora #spider soccoro x reader #spider soccoro #miles quaritch #miles socorro

[strawberryspence]

do you have any wips ??? (if so how many)

i have TONS and it's all for steddie.

- chapters 2&3 for my soul looks forward to loving you

- the proposal AU with eddie as margaret and steve as andrew. instead of betty white, it's dustin's 16th birthday. i almost peed myself writing the fire ritual scene.

- time travel one shot where el has been trying to learn more about her powers and accidentally sends steve into the future, only to find out he's MARRIED and has CHILDREN with eddie munson?!

- the b99 au where eddie tucks his hair around people he likes and steve's just waiting for eddie to tuck his hair when he's around.

- a fic where steve asks eddie for his help to set up nancy and robin together and they end up hiding behind a bush with binoculars watching the two.

#daerants #anon talks #steddie rants

[tyonfs]

Brooo i spent all day yesterday reading Bitch Hunters 1-4 instead of doing my Very Important Collegiate Reading (would do again in a heart beat)

What an absolute blast of a series and what a well written nct dream !!! I don’t be getting over it for a long time and I will probably NEVER get over “quick before the barista tells me to kill myself” in Jaemins. It caught me so off guard in the best way possible and I almost peed myself. Thanks for ur work 🤙🏽

omg thank you so much !!! 🥹 AKDMF ALL FOUR IM SO HONORED??:?: THATS SO MUCH TO GET THROUGH IM VERY TOUCHED 🙏 i am formally apologizing that i distracted you from your collegiate reading tho 🤧

but i’m so sooo glad you enjoyed it !! i really loved fleshing out the characters and their little quirks, so it makes me really happy that you enjoyed the little bitch hunters world HAHAH and honestly more than the romance ,, their dynamic and friendship with each other was even more fun to write 🥹 and thank YOU for reading !! hope you’re having a wonderful day/night !! 💘

#asks #anon #series: bitch hunters

[dorayakimanjiro]

Spoopy Eyes TOH Hunter x Reader

Golden Guard/Hunter x Reader

Got inspired by @neonmaniacswag headcanon post of Hunter's magenta/red eyes glowing in the dark making him look scary and spooky ^^

Warnings: Strong language

A/N: Its 1am, I should be in bed (technically I am tho), instead im here writing about my hyperfixation :) LETS GOO!

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I woke up in the middle of the night and really couldn’t go back to sleep, rolling from side to side and even flipped my pillow to its cold side, I gave up.

Sighing, I got out of bed and made my way to my dorm's window, opening it, I sat at the window sill. Glancing outside, the moon shined brightly, soft light iluminating my features and so half my room. The nights at the castle were peaceful, taking in the soft chilly breeze, I exhaled in relief.

'Daaang, this really giving aesthetic vibes yes sir!' I thought.

A knock interrupted my inner discussion whether if I should take a picture because, umm duh the aesthetic gurl or just keep enjoying the moment, like how dare they?!?!

'Okay soooo, its like 1am, who the hell is up at this hour, just weirdos would... wait a minute...- Yeah I should probably go answer the door. BUT WHAT IF IT'S A GHOST?! Child... aren't we old enough for this??? I meeaaannn everything is possible gurl, besides the other day I heard a few scouts talking about these rumors going around that some have seen ghosts wandering the castle's halls really late at night, they said-' Another knock chimed from the door.

'OKAY LETS SHUT UP AND GO!'

Opening the door, I was met by darkness, but it wasn't because the hallway was dark Oh no no no, there was.. there was sOmeTHing! OR MORE LIKE SOMEONE FUCKING STANDING OUTSIDE MY ROOM, DOING ABSOLUTELY NOTHING BUT STARE AT ME.

'OKAY, oKaY, LeTs kEeP it cool'

Slowly looking up at it, I was greeted by a tall shadowy figure, bright red blood glowing eyes looking straight at my soul.

'Shit! The rumors were real?! IS THIS REAL?! BITCH, JUST LOOK AT IT, ITS A MOTHAFUCKING GHOST, RUN AAAHHH'

“AAH FUCK!” falling backwards, I landed on my butt, the back of my right palm covering slightly my mouth as the left one was supporting my body against the cold floor.

The ghost seemed... disturbated and worried?? by my reaction, and did the ghost just gasped????

Red eyes looking worried at me.

“(Y/n)! I didn't mean to scare you” it said.

'Why does he sound so oddly familiar but more importantly...HOW DOES IT KNOW MY NAME?!?!'

The ghost walked inside my room making the moon's glow land on its shadowy figure, it soon revealed the frame of a boy you knew too well. It was none other than the bad but sad golden boy. Man he really spook the hell out of you.

“Hunter! Oh thank titan it was just you, damn boy! you really did a number on me haha!" reaching his hand out, he helped me get on my feet.

"Man you really got some spoopy eyes” I grinned at him.

“Forgive me (y/n) for scaring you like that, but don’t you mean “spooky"?" he raised an eyebrow.

“Nop, spoopy 🙃”

“You’re so childish sometimes”

"I know! But seriously tho, I almost peed myself bro hsjshsjhshj"

"So what got you here Goldie? Couldn't sleep either?"

"Yeah actually.."

And so I chatted the night away with the boy with spoopy eyes.

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#the owl house #toh #toh hunter #hunter toh #toh golden guard #toh hunter x reader #toh golden guard x reader #toh fanfic #toh x reader #the owl house x reader

[perfectpaperbluebirds]

Syncope/Fainting

@sicktember 2022 Prompt #17

Fandom/OCs: NEW Rockstar ‘Verse

Title: Ready For This

Words: 3750

Inspiration: This scenario by yours truly, requested in this ask from anon, plus this snippet, “you need a damn hospital!” from @a-fever-a-day

Author’s comments: When I posted that scenario, I honestly didn’t think I’d ever write it. However, since I’ve eventually ended up writing all the scenarios I’ve ever posted, I think was was pretty silly of me. Idek what else to say– Vic and Addison were created so I could vicariously live out one of my wildest fantasies through them. That’s all that this is. I’ll likely want to continue living that fantasy too, so you’ll probably see more of them, especially if you request scenarios for them. 

As a caveat, I know next to nothing about the music industry, so if there’s egregious errors, I guess I’m sorry and I’d love feedback so I can correct them in the future lol. Without further ado, welcome to my rockstar ‘verse!

While the concert was great, it wasn't the same without him up there. After all, he was at least 75% of the reason I fell in love with this band in the first place. I had already paid for the ticket, though, so I wasn't about to leave altogether. Still, after a while I really had to pee, and for once I didn't feel too bad about missing part of the show.

I got up and made my way to the back, sneaking through the staff halls to a little-used part of the venue where the nicest bathrooms were. The catering company I worked for served here often, at least a few times a month, so I knew my way like the back of my hand. Since I was still dressed in my serving attire and walking like I was on a mission, no one stopped me. I peed and got a drink from the staff lounge, seeing almost no one the whole time. As I was heading back to the concert, I heard them start the intro for my favorite song from the new album. I started speed walking, ducking through the back halls to avoid most of the traffic so I could get back to my seat quickly. 

I wasn't paying attention as carefully as I should have been, so I had barely enough time to stop as a door sprang open in front of me. I put a hand out to protect my face, which happened to come in contact with the chest of the very tall person who had opened the door. I hopped back quickly, looking up at their face to apologize, and there he stood. The beautiful front man who was supposed to be on stage singing my favorite song right now was instead standing right in front of me, and I had practically (unintentionally) just groped his chest. All the breath left my lungs in a rush as his eyes met mine.

I half expected security to swarm me for touching him like they do in the movies, but he appeared to be alone. There was no one at all in this hallway in fact, and the room he was exiting was dark. 

"Sorry," I gasped, forcing myself to breathe. "That was totally an accident."

"No, no, my fault," he said. Shouldn't've opened the door without looking. Glad I didn't hit you." His voice was very soft, almost strained, and not at all like his normal, beautiful baritone.

Still, my brain wanted to short circuit when he spoke actual words only to me, standing less than a foot away. I did my best to focus and stay out of fangirl mode. 

"Are you… feeling okay? I heard you were… sick?" I said, grasping for anything to say to this beautiful person.

A pained, vaguely annoyed look crossed his face and I wanted to kick myself. He had probably been asked that a hundred times already. 

"Yeah, I've definitely been better–" he started.

"Yeah, yeah, of course," I jumped in. "You'd be up on stage right now if you were feeling okay, right? The was a dumb question, sorry," I said, laughing nervously, hating the sound of my voice. 

"I would, yeah," he nodded tiredly, his eyes darting around as he sought to escape from this conversation. I'm sure he was dreading the idea of me asking for an autograph. Luckily I had no intention of doing that.

Still, I'd likely never get another chance like this, so I shot my last shot. "Can I get you anything… or help you with anything? You really do look sick." I was still amazed that no one had yet appeared to whisk him away. I glanced over my shoulder to be sure a menacing goon wasn’t staring me down. 

He tried to smile, which was more of a grimace. "No, I'm fine, thank you, though. I was told to make myself scarce. Was just gonna call a cab and check into a hotel somewhere around here.” He was forced to interrupt himself with a nasty coughing fit, and I winced in sympathy. After he could breathe again, he continued: “The rest of the band and especially the tour manager are complete germophobes and don't want me anywhere near them. Especially with twenty more shows to go."

"I see. That’s a pretty dick move on their part, though. Well I guess just so you know, the Hilton tries to seem like the best hotel in town, but they don't wash their sheets properly, so I'd stay away from there. Avoid the Radisson, too. Their kitchen staff is horrible and the head chef is a cheapskate. I'd go with the Marriott if I were you. Even though the general manager is an ass." I knew I was rambling but couldn't make myself stop. Somehow it worked, though; my monologue actually made him smile. 

“I’m glad I met someone in the know. I definitely would’ve gone to the Hilton. Thanks for the tip.”

“Any time. Do you need– I mean, I could drive you there. If you want. So you don’t have to take a cab.”

I saw him consider it for the briefest moment, and an indescribable feeling washed over me. However, the reality of the situation caught up with him quickly. 

“That’s kind of you, but I’d better not. I don’t want to get you sick too.”

Or be alone with a fan who could turn out to be crazy, I mentally added for him. “If you’re sure. Well, can I at least sneak you out the back way, so you don’t accidentally run into a mob of people?”

“You know… sure. That would be great,” he said. He turned away to cough into his elbow again as he finished speaking, harsh and chesty. 

“Ew, that sounded gross,” my mouth said before my brain could catch up. I immediately felt my face turn beet red.

He made a face. “Yeah, it did. Sorry.” His voice was even softer now, and more painful sounding. 

“Don’t worry about it. Forget I said that. That was stupid.”

“It was gross, though. You had every right to say it.” He cleared his throat with a wince. “I don’t think I caught your name, by the way.”

“Right, yeah, I should probably introduce myself. Duh. Sorry. I’m Addison.”

“Addison. Pleased to meet you. Call me Vic. I’d shake your hand but….” He shrugged, gesturing at himself vaguely. 

“Yeah, no, it’s totally fine. Vic. Pleased to meet you.” I was so thankful my mouth was cooperating now. It had managed to make me sound relatively sane even as I silently, internally combusted. My idol had asked me to call him by his first name. Vic. I wanted to scream for joy. By sheer force of will, I continued the conversation as normally as possible. “Anyway, let me show you the way out.” I beckoned, and he followed obediently, continuing to be less than twelve inches away from me. I was having problems with the whole breathing thing again, and I hoped it wasn’t as obvious as it felt. I was painfully aware of my ass as he hung back half a step behind me, though it was easy to see his eyes were nowhere near there, and instead were staring politely over my shoulder. My brain was a whirl of lights and sounds. I couldn’t have formulated a coherent thought if I’d wanted to, so it was a silent walk at first. 

The hallways in the bowels of the venue got progressively hotter, and I was sweating immediately. I didn’t look at him, but as much as he had been sweating earlier, I could only imagine how he felt now. Just as we were about to reach the back door, I heard an odd sound behind me, like a foot tripping over nothing. I turned just in time to see him stagger into the wall and brace against it, visibly wobbling and eyelids fluttering. Acting on instinct, I caught him under the arms as he started to fall forward, helping him down on all fours. From there he fell into a sitting position against the wall, panting heavily. He was pouring sweat, his face fire engine red, and I could feel scary fever heat radiating through his clothes. My mouth was suddenly dry, and my stomach knotted up immediately. 

“Wow, I wasn't ready for that. Oh my god. Are– are you okay? Do you need water? Or medicine? Or should I call your manager? Or security? Or an ambulance? Oh my god, what should I do? What do you need?”

“Just gimme a minute,” he gasped. “Almost… passed out….” His hand clutched at his shirt, as if he wanted to grab his lungs and force them to work. His face was a mask of pain. 

“You don’t need a minute, you need a damn hospital,” I groaned. “Let me call someone for you. Please.”

“No, no, don’t… Jake would freak… And the press will be… all over it if you call an ambulance. Just gimme… a minute,” he panted, squeezing his eyes closed and putting his head between his knees. Of course the coughing started again, too, and he struggled for several more minutes before he was breathing in any way that could be called normal. 

Needing to do something, I ran to get him a bottle of water from a nearby vending machine. He took it with a shaky hand and dribbled it into his mouth. After this he finally stood, legs shaking but mostly steady. He could at least walk, and that was the only thing that kept me from ignoring his wishes and calling 911. 

“Okay… I’m good,” he managed, hand still pressed to his chest. 

Shaking my head, I tried to lead him to the door and the fresh air beyond, but after a few steps, he staggered and almost fell again. I fumbled and managed to catch him around the waist this time, keeping him upright. 

“I REALLY wasn't ready for that. Are you sick or drunk, dude?” I said in exasperation, my mouth once again outpacing my brain. 

“Not drunk, I promise. I know I’m not making a convincing show of it, though.” He tried to pull away but I didn’t let go, and half-carried him the rest of the way through the door. Strangely clear-headed even with him leaning against me, I reminded myself to thank my gym trainer. I helped him sit down on the stoop outside, and he returned his head to his knees for a bit, breathing heavily. I paced anxiously as he rested.

“Would you put out a restraining order against me if I took you to the hospital myself? Because that’s what I’m about to do,” I finally said, stopping in front of him. "I'm not about to put you in a cab alone like this."

He attempted a chuckle. “No. I wouldn’t.” He lifted his head, though it seemed to be very heavy. “In fact, I think that might be a good idea. To go to urgent care, I mean. Not the hospital. I think I might need some meds. I feel so weird.” 

“Weird how?”

“Like my body doesn't know how to breathe anymore. And like my skin is too tight.” He stretched out his hands, which were trembling violently. “Everything is going haywire.”

“Okay. If you’re sure you don’t want me to get your manager or… someone else instead. I know you don’t like… know me. At all.” 

“That’s why this is good. I don’t want someone who knows me, because they all have their own agendas. I dunno why, but I trust you. And right now, I just need someone normal to take me to urgent care. I don’t even know where urgent care is in this city.” 

"And what if I have an agenda? You're a famous rockstar for goodness sake."

"Everyone has an agenda, so you probably do. But not like them." He made a face, and I wondered what he was implying. Then his eyes met mine again, pleading now. “Like I said, I trust you. And I’m rarely wrong about people. So I’m trusting you to take me to urgent care.”

I had no idea how to respond to his odd speech. I had a feeling the fever was getting to him, making him less coherent than he otherwise would be, though of course I had no baseline. Was being called normal a compliment or a put-down? But he said he trusted me. Three times, by my count. I filed that away in the screaming fangirl portion of my brain for future consideration. Right now, his health was the priority.

“And you’re sure no one will miss you? There won’t be an APB out for me in the next few minutes?”

“No one will notice I’m gone until after the show. They’ll reach out then, see where I am. Hopefully I’ll be in a hotel with some good drugs by then. And there will definitely be no APB. Scout’s honor.”

I gave him a long look as he turned away to cough pitifully. I would just have to trust that this wasn’t some weird con… or some weird agenda. Just like he had to trust the same from me. With a deep breath, I nodded. “Okay, urgent care it is. You wait here and just… breathe. I’ll bring my car around closer.”

He nodded, looking grateful. 

In short order, we were speeding down the road to the nearest urgent care. They were getting close to closing time, but he was adamant that he wasn’t going to the hospital unless he absolutely had to. We arrived with about ten minutes to spare, and I silently apologized to everyone we encountered. He struggled to talk to the nurses and doctors, repeating his symptoms again and again around fits of coughing. His fever was crazy-high as expected, and the doctor made a face when she listened to his lungs that implied what she heard definitely wasn’t good. They slapped a diagnosis of pneumonia on him, wrote him a bunch of scripts, and sent us on our way in no time. 

“How in the world were you singing with pneumonia?” I said in awe as we returned to my car. “That’s like… impossible.”

“It definitely hurt. A lot,” he admitted, buckling himself in. “I don’t think I was doing what you’d call singing the past couple days. More like long talking.”

“Still. That’s dedication.” I buckled my own seatbelt and started the car, heading to the nearest pharmacy. 

He shrugged. “It’s what you do on tour. Push through until you can’t anymore.”

“Well, you definitely have an excuse to rest for a few days now.”

“That’s the opposite of what I should be doing. We’ll probably have to cancel the next few shows." He was talking too much and had to pause to cough. Yet apparently he felt the need to continue explaining. "Jake is going to eat me alive. I'll have to perform before I'm totally better, so I'll be sick longer. Everything is going to suck.” He laid his head back against the seat as if it was too heavy to hold up any longer. 

“Screw Jake. You’re sick. He can get dunked if he has a problem with you taking a few days off.”

“And the thousands of fans that I’m going to disappoint?” he mumbled. “They should get dunked too?”

“The fans will understand, or the sane ones will. You’re human. You get sick. Shit happens. You can only do what you can do.” 

He cracked a sad smile. "You make it sound so simple."

"It is simple. You can't perform, so don't until you're better. And don't stress about it either."

"Whatever you say, Fiero," he mumbled, almost too softly for me to hear. I wasn't sure he intended me to. Yet I snapped my head over to look at him.

"You know Wicked?"

Another tiny smile. "I'm a musician, aren't I? It's like an unwritten rule that musicians know Broadway. But also, Wicked is awesome." 

"I couldn't agree more," I managed to squeak. He really was perfect. I was driving around with a perfect human in my car. Or maybe an angel, though that was less likely with the whole pneumonia thing. This had to be a dream. 

We got through the necessary pharmacy trip painlessly, and at last I could take him to the nice Marriott in the center of the city. I pulled up to the curb at the front entrance and parked, but didn't shut off the engine. I turned to him, trying not to show how sad I was. As quickly as it started, this crazy dream was about to end, one way or another. 

"Here we are. If Shaylin is working the front desk, use my name and she'll probably give you a discount. Remind her that I haven't forgotten the black cat incident. But I shouldn't go in with you, or else they'll think we're together. You should have some privacy so you can sleep. I wouldn't want a stranger knowing my room number if I were you."

He smiled faintly. "I really don't think we could be considered strangers anymore. But thank you for being so considerate." He hesitated. I couldn't dare to hope that he was as reluctant to leave as I was to watch him go, but the odd, wistful look on his face said otherwise. He took a deep breath to speak, accidentally making himself cough of course. But it seemed he'd made up his mind about something and was determined to say it. He tried again:

"I'll go check in and sleep for a while like you said… Let the band know what's happening. Try to get this fever down. And I'm sure you have better things to do than babysit me. But… I'll probably be on my own for the next few days. If you'd be up for it… would you consider coming to see me again? I'd like to get to know you like a normal person, urgent care visits and fainting notwithstanding… now that you've saved my ass several times and all."

My mouth was hanging open in shock. "You… want me… to come see you again?" I squeaked. 

"Yes I do," he said earnestly. "I feel like I owe you that much at least."

Extreme fangirl Addison had been locked in the closet for the past few hours, but she was about to break out again, kicking and screaming. I worked to keep her contained for just a bit longer. "Sure. That would… be nice. I'd like that too," I squeaked again, even higher pitched than before. "I cleared my throat and tried again. "Do you want my number so you can text me when you're up to it?" 

"Yes, that'll be perfect," he said, looking relieved. I scribbled down my cell number on the back of the pharmacy receipt, and he tucked it into his wallet. 

"Don't sell that to anyone please," I said, too nervous to look at him now. "If I start getting weird spam calls, I'm blaming you."

"You won't because I won't. Scout's honor."

"Were you actually in the scouts?" I said faintly, my brain whirling again. 

"No. But I use it because it sounds trustworthy," he said honestly.

"I might have to contact the organization and let them know you're running around impersonating a scout, then."

"I'd be ruined forever. There'd be no coming back from that." 

"You'd deserve it for tarnishing the name of such a fine institution." 

We shared a smile, and the moment stretched on. I didn't want him to go. When he left my car, the dream would end. I might never see him again. I'd put the ball in his court, and planned to leave it there but I wasn't ready to walk away yet. Instead, I seized all my courage and did what I'd been wanting to do all night. I slowly reached out to press my palm against his forehead, checking his fever. There was no reason for me to. The doctor had told him he was feverish, and having never touched his skin before, I had no baseline with which to compare. Yet I did it anyway, because tonight was a night of miracles and dreams coming true. He didn't seem to mind, just let me do it, a questioning look in his eyes.

His face was objectively hot to the touch. I wished I had something cooler to press against it. 

"What's the verdict?" he asked quietly, as if he didn't know. Humoring me.

"The verdict is that you should be lying down with a cold cloth on your face. No one should be upright with a temperature like that. Get inside and check in, before you pass out again."

He yawned. "Okay. I guess that's a good plan." He climbed out of the car lethargically, shivering in the temperate air outside. I rolled down the passenger window and gestured to him, an important thought having occurred to me. He leaned into the car again to listen. 

"Text me if there's no rooms available and I'll come get you so we can try somewhere else."

"Will do. And I hope you stay healthy. You might be doomed to catch this after spending all this time with me, though."

I shrugged. "I'm not on a concert tour. If I get sick I'll survive. And anyway, if I do I'll have the prestige of saying I caught a cold from a famous rockstar. Don't worry about me."

He smiled. "I'm really glad I met you, Addison. I'm looking forward to seeing you again soon, when I'm less feverish."

"Likewise. Vic." My heart had suddenly taken up residence in my throat. "I hope you feel better soon," I croaked.

"Thank you." He stood upright slowly, evidently dizzy again, and made his careful way to the hotel's front entrance. I watched him until he disappeared inside, then drove around to the staff parking. I waited thirty minutes before leaving for home, just in case he had trouble getting a room, but it seemed from his silence that all was well. 

I didn't hear from him for the rest of that night, but I was fine with that. I had enough to process as it was. There was always tomorrow. And this time, if he reached out to me again, I would be ready for it.

#sicktember 2022 #prompt 17 #rockstar 'verse ocs #sickfic #everyone is hotter with a fever

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Get to know your fic writer numbers: 2, 10, 16, 32, and 55

2. Do you plan each chapter ahead or write as you go? 

I’m very firmly on the “planner” end of the “planner vs. pantser” spectrum. My multichapter fics all have an outline in a separate doc. It doesn’t have to be super detailed and I’ll also deviate from it if I notice that something isn’t working out as planned. But I do need to have a general idea on where the story is going, how it’s supposed to end and how I wanna get there, or I’ll give myself anxiety attacks. I actually wrote and published the first chapter of Hic sunt dracones without having a complete plot outline down and I nearly peed myself until I figured it out. 🤣

10. Cltr + f “blinks” on your WIP &  copy paste the first sentence/paragraph that comes up

The kid is babbling excitedly, but Steve can't make out a word over the deafening roar of his own blood in his ears, needs to swallow and blink violently to focus. 

16. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?

Besides Hic sunt dracones, I’m currently working on my fic for the Steddie Big Bang, which I obviously can’t talk about yet. 😏 Apart from that, my To Write list contains four ideas right now, which are in various stages of being fleshed out. 

One of them is a modern AU in which Steve owns a restaurant and tries to seduce Eddie through food. Eddie, who thinks that putting grated cheese on top of your SpaghettiOs is haute cuisine. Or, alternatively: Steve soft doms Eddie into basic self care. (It would most probably be Eddie’s pov, which is a first for me, so I’m a bit nervous about it.)

32. Name three of your favorite fanfic writers. 

That’s a tough one. There’s so many amazing fics by so many incredibly talented writers out there and I don’t get around to reading half as much as I wanna in the little free time I have. That being said … 

Azriel Green's fame is well deserved. I’m pretty sure You’re Divine changed me on a spiritual level. I am always awed and humbled by how they use language to build scenes and atmosphere. 

Ayes comes up with the most mindblowing AUs, their writing style is absolutely beautiful and the stunning art collaboration with itskleo is the cherry on top of the sundae, really. 

Gorgeousgreymatter writes the most wonderful stuff at incredible speed and their smut is what I aspire to, honestly. They are also an incredibly cool person who I am proud and happy to be friends with. I legit died the first time they told me that they liked my writing. 😭

55. Of the characters you write for, which is your favorite? Has that choice been swayed at all by your followers/readers’ reactions to certain ones? 

Listen, there’s a reason why I have churned out over 150,000 words worth of Steddie fanfic and (almost) all of it in the same pov. Steve Harrington is my little emotional support blorbo. I relate to him on so many levels. I too, am perpetually stressed and lowkey annoyed, as well as a chronic people pleaser who puts others before myself, so most of the time, his perspective comes real easy to me.

Apart from that, Robin Buckley is my spirit animal and I squeal every time somebody tells me that they like my take on her.  

And, obviously, I'm beyond thrilled that ppl are liking my dragon!Eddie so much. 😏🐉

#steddie #steddie brainrot #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #steddie fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #fanfiction writer #my writing #ask game

[marc-spectorr]

Hey Callie!

It’s Birdy! 🦜💛 I’ve actually been communicating with you out of anon so I like kinda forgot I hadn’t responded back yet 🤦🏻‍♀️🤣 Now I’m wondering…would it be weirder to stay on anon or weirder to come off anon?? 🤔

But anyway! Yeah I wasn’t sure if people named themselves so I was like eh I’ll just call myself Birdy 😁

When I wrote that, I hadn’t realized you hadn’t seen Inside Lleywn Davis yet. Good thing I didn’t say anything else 😬 Tell me when you’ve seen it because I think I figured out why it hit too close to home for me but I can’t say without bringing up a major plot point.

Totally not trying to be creepy but just thinking that we’re in the same time zone and in another post you were complaining about the heat and going to Disney world….I’m assuming you live in a southern state? Obviously you don’t have to answer that if you don’t want to! I live in one as well and thought it’d be funny if we lived in the same state. 🌴🌞🍊

Also came across a post you made about almost calling a patient Oscar?? I work in healthcare so something else we perhaps have in common? Lol Couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought of us working in the same building everyday, our heads in the clouds daydreaming about Poe Dameron and having NO idea there’s a fellow closet fangirl who’s a coworker 😂 I doubt you work in the same place, I just thought it’d be hilarious 😁💕

Omgosh I used to love to travel before I got busy with work too. Of course I only ever flew up north to visit family but I used to love being in the airport and on the planes…me and my best friend used to drive to Orlando all the time but life has gotten in the way recently. Where would you like to travel to next?? Like realistically, not like fantasy vacation ☺️

I like cooking too but I tend to pick the most complicated recipes for some reason 🤣 my mom always looks at me so exasperated like why can’t you cook something simple?? Lol I actually tried to cook a Guatemalan dish (do I really have to explain why 😆) called tapado the other night and it was SO GOOD. Omgosh it was like this seafood stew but it had bananas? Got the recipe from Pinterest lol But I almost sliced my freakin finger off trying to peel a yucca root. My mom and I were laughing our asses off (hey it’s either laugh or faint) because we were like (you have to whack the shit out of it to even cut it) “what kind of Tarzan shit is this?? Why can’t you just cook chicken?? Are you too good for just plain chicken now?? Who’s out in Guatemala looking at this tree trunk thinking CAN I EAT IT THOUGH?? You know you’re never going to actually cook for Oscar Isaac right??” I almost peed myself I was laughing so hard!!🤣🤣🤣 Other LESS DANGEROUS hobbies I have are drawing, junk journaling, singing, writing poetry, and editing videos. I have a vlog channel on YouTube that I don’t pay nearly enough attention to but I love editing my home movies for my family ☺️💕💜

Can’t wait to hear back from you! Big hugs!! 💕🌸🌼🌺🤗

—Birdy 🦜💛💚

P.S. I watched Dune last week. Have you seen it yet? Cuz UGJSOENBEOWJLWODIDHEBO DEJSJSNDCIWODJR

heyooo birdy 💚🧡💚

omg we’ve been communicating off anon?? *tries remembering all of the blogs i’ve been interacting with in the past few days* this lowkey reminds me of a movie which i cannot for the life of me recall the title lolol. but it’s definitely up to you if you wanna stay anon or not! as long as we’re chatting, i like it either way :)))

ahh not creepy at all haha! i actually live in the northeast! yeah it’s hot here but you guys down there??? idk how y’all do it,,, the heat there is another level 😭 the only place i’ve visited in the south is florida and i was not vibing with the weather there at all skskksk. i prefer cooler temps like those in autumn/spring tbh. i hate sweating 😵‍💫 and yeeees!!! i work in healthcare too!!!! wow isn’t this crazy lmao. but ugh that would be so funny tho if we’re working together not knowing how big of a simp we are for the same man 🥲 my coworkers don’t get the whole simping culture unfortunately. must be nice not being hyper fixated on someone :////

as for where i wanna travel next, i’ve been planning a road trip to montreal some time this summer 😭😭😭 idek if it’s going to happen tho bc i can only go during weekends and it’s hard for the others to take off on those days. i would head there by myself but im not strong enough to drive the entire six hours LOLOL. i’ve been to toronto and the length of the ride was brutal i cant imagine driving there on my own.

HSJDJDBJDKSJJ HEY OSCAR WOULD BE SO PROUD OF YOU FOR COOKING GUATEMALAN FOOD HAHAHA. okay now im hungry after reading what you said and it’s only 8am ;-; i haven’t even gotten out of bed yet lmfaoao. but i wanna try this recipe out one day 👀 the only thing ive been cooking lately is pasta and chicken dishes since they’re easy and don’t take too long to cook ahjsjsjsj. also oOo a vlog channel :oo ohmigosh when i was younger i was obsessed with yt vloggers and vlogging in general. i even created a beauty channel but was too afraid to post lmaoao.

ahhH i havent watched dune yet 🤭 but ohhh goshh ive seen the gifs. im not ready to see oscar in his dilfiest role yet. i’ll let you know once i get to it plus llewyn davis!!! im still on a star wars high right now and mentally preparing myself for the mandolorian 💀

anywaaayyy love you birdyyy. you’re always a hoot to talk to :))) see you in my inbox hopefully soon 💕

#asks #🦜 anon