#saw the opposite of this and immediatley needed to make this

[hoodiedeer]

#saw the opposite of this and immediatley needed to make this #shut up green #THE SUCKERRRRRRRRRRRRR

[supernatural---imagines]

Happiness (Castiel Imagine)

Cas has been avoiding you since his deal with the empty because you are his true happiness. 

Your eyes scanned over the 100th website of the hour, searching lore for a spell or a weapon that could kill whatever creature it was that you, Sam and Dean had been attempting to hunt. Over the last few weeks, three children had gone missing and after talking to one of the children’s friends, they claimed there was a pony by a river that their friend had got on, and as the child walked the horse into the water there was a thunderstorm which caused them to run, they never saw their friend after that. On top of this, there had also been two men who had gone missing, and the rumour was that a beautiful, naked woman by the same river had led them to their death. 

“Mermaid? Mermaid- Seahorse hybrid?” Dean started rambling from across the motel room. 

“We need help on this.” You stated. 

You picked up your phone to call Jody, and while scrolling through your contacts your eyes paused on Castiel’s name. You didn’t save him in your phone as his nickname. You always loved his full name, and despite him not having very much angelic abilities like he used to when you first met him, you found his name so graceful and beautiful, and he had told you before he liked the way you said it. He hadn’t rang you in weeks, nor had he made an appearance. Since Jack came back, Cas was avoiding the bunker like the plague. Whenever he needed anyone, he made them come to him, but he was yet to call you. You and Castiel had a close relationship, sometimes flirty. You had feelings for him for a long time, and at points you thought he might too. But his behaviour lately had you questioning if he ever did. 

“Y/N?” Sam called your name. You hadn’t realised that you had been in a day dream thinking about Cas. You snapped your attention up to Sam, and put your phone down forgetting what you were about to do after being lost in your thoughts.

“I’ll call someone.” Sam smiled sympathetically, not even knowing what was bothering you, but he knew it was something and he would want to help out any way he could, it’s just who he is. 

Sam called two numbers, both didn’t pick up. He tried someone again, with better luck. 

“Hey buddy, I know you’ve been busy but Dean, Y/N and I are on a small case if you have a chance can you help?” Sam spoke down the phone. “Were in Iowa, i can text you the motel and the info. Thanks” He hung up the phone and shut his laptop.

“Cas is on the way” He informed you and his brother. Your heart froze for a moment at the sound of his name. 

“Wait, really?” You gasped. 

“Yes, really” Sam laughed at you. 

“Oooh, getting excited to see your angel boyfriend again?” Dean teased. The boys both always joked about your and Cas’ relationship but what they didn’t realise was how hard not seeing him actually was for you. 

“Stop. I haven’t seen him in a while. I’m just surprised he’s dropping by.” You brushed the moment off. 

Later on that night you heard the door knock. Sam and Dean were both sleeping, Dean in his bed and Sam folded over a book on the table. You knew it would be Cas, so you got up to answer.

When you opened the door and saw the angel, you instantly felt the butterflies in your stomach. You were so pleased to see him, it had been too long. You greeted him with a smile, but the butterfly feeling in your stomach was soon replaced with a dagger when he completely averted your gaze and pushed into the room past you. 

“Y/N.” He greeted you with an emotionless grumble of your name as he walked past and went to wake Sam and Dean. They both woke up groggy but adjusted immediatley when they saw Cas.

“Good to see you buddy” Dean greeted him, he stood up and patted Cas on the back as he walked past which earned a smile. 

“Yeah, Cas. Thanks for coming. Did you get the information I sent about the case?” Sam asked. 

“Yes it’s a Kelpie” Cas informed. 

“What’s that?” You asked. 

“A monster.” He spoke without looking at you, directing his answer at Sam and Dean even though you asked the question. “It’s a type of shape shifter, water spirit. It shifts into different forms to lure people to their death very hard to kill.” 

“Do we know how to though?” Sam asked.

“Yes, their bridle. When you have a hold of their bridle when they are in the form of a pony, they become weak. However it has the strength of 10 horses.” 

“Alright. Well that sounds like an milk run, do you want to head out with Cas, Y/N?”  Sam asked you.

“No.” Cas responded before you could. Sam and Dean looked at each other in confusion as your gaze found the floor, feeling completely embarrassed by how Cas was acting towards you.

“It’s OK i’ll go.” Dean volunteered, and headed out the door with Cas. 

You dragged your feet over to the table to sit opposite Sam. He moved his laptop bag off the chair to let you sit. You could feel him looking at you, you knew as soon as you looked up he’d have his sympathetic smile painted on, ready to talk but to even accept that this angel now hated you was tough, you couldn’t bare to talk about it. 

“You OK?” Sam asked.

“I just don’t know what I did.” You sighed, slouching down to put your head down onto your folded arms on the table. 

You and Sam had decided to get drunk while Cas and Dean were gone as there wasn’t much else to do. The beer bottles littered the kitchen counter and the motel table. You were sat on the floor leaning against the wall facing Sam who was on one of the single beds. 

 “Why does Cas hate me now?” You asked your friend. 

“I wish I knew what was going on. I know how much he means to you” 

“As soon as his trench coated ass enters this motel room I am confronting him” you spat drunkly, chasing your words with your beer. Sam rasied his beer to your words in agreement. You scrambled up to get you and Sam two more when the boys came through the door.

“What the hell have you two been up to?” Dean asked as he wafted his arm through the air at the smell of the alcohol hitting him as he walked in. He had a new hole in his jeans and a bloody lip, but apart from that it seemed he was fine. Cas looked the same as always, perfect. 

“I have to go now.” Cas informed before turning to leave. 

“Hey, wait” You called, following behind. He stopped in his tracks but didn’t turn around. 

“Goodbye. Y/N” He spoke to the wall in front of him, then continued out the door. You looked to Sam who’s facial expressions encouraged you to chase after him. You ran out the door and stopped Cas in the car park right in front of the car he had been using. 

“What is your problem?” You tugged him around by the arm but he resisted. “Why wont you look at me?”.

“Y/N” He whispered your name, tilted his head back and shook it. He was clearly feeling something. 

“What did I do to you?” You cried at him. He turned to you when he heard the hurt in your voice. 

“You’ve done nothing wrong. It’s me. Something has happened and I can’t see you anymore. I can’t risk it”

“Can’t risk what?” 

“Happiness.” His eyes began to well up. You didn’t understand. 

“What are you avoiding me because you have feelings? That is so childish.” You grilled the angel. He looked up to the sky to keep his tears from spilling and breathed out sharply. 

“That’s so dumb. Because I have them too.  I have for a really long time. And yes, it is definitely the beer giving me the courage to do this, but I know you feel it too. Or at least you did.” You began to rant, 

“Stop” He whispered, but he didn’t mean it. He wanted to hear what you had to say, but he was scared of the consequences. 

“Castiel” You took a step closer. His eyes closed at the sound of you saying his name. You took his hand in your own, he flinched at your touch but you grabbed it again and he kept it there, but refused to look into your eyes. 

“I know it makes no sense, but from the moment we met, we always had something different between us. I know this is meant to be” You stepped closer to him, he had less resistance now. He wanted to be near you, he wanted to breathe you in. 

You looked into his gorgeous ocean eyes that were glazed over with tears. They locked onto yours and you no longer needed to speak. His breathing got quicker as you stepped in once more, pressing your chest against his. He closed his eyes, a mixture of pleasure and pain. You brought your lips to his and gently pressed them together. He instantly melted into it, he had been waiting forever for you to do that. He stepped into you, and with his hand on the back of your head he deepened the kiss and soaked you in completely. 

He stepped away with a beaming smile, until he spotted the black entity forming behind you. 

“Y/N MOVE!” He yelled at you, shoving you out of the way as this shadow walked towards Cas with an arm out, extending darkness from the tips of it’s fingers which made its way to Cas and from the ground up it consumed him without even time for him to scream. 

“Castiel?!” You screamed out. You looked around the parking lot, there was no traces of the creature or Cas. You began to panic and continued to scream the angel’s name. Dean came rushing out of the motel barley in time to catch you as you dropped to the floor sobbing, unable to move. 

“Where is Cas?” He searched into your face for answers. You could barley see through your tear-blurred vision but you could make out the worried expression on Dean’s face. You cried and collapsed in his arms barley able to find enough air to breathe. 

“Y/N, what happened?” He stood you up straight to ask you again.

“He’s gone.”

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Dazed and Confused, pt. 25-The Quarantine Series

A/N: I’m so upset with myself because i feel like all of these chapters are the same. I’m trying to come up with different stuff and take it in different directions but it’s so hard for some reason? Like ugh. **post writing A/N: uh... whoops.

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The Quarantine Series Masterlist

The next morning, you woke up before Natasha, which was fairly unusual. You slowly and quietly removed yourself from her grasp and snuck out of bed, heading to the kitchen after you washed up.

You were determined to do something for Nat, but you weren’t sure what. She was always so good at showing her love (though she didn’t think so). You, on the other hand, were not always the best at showing love (which Natasha disagreed with). And so you wanted to do something special for her, something that showed her just how much you cared.

After a lot of thinking and blank staring at the coffee maker, you decided that the best you could do for today was a surprise date. You poured yourself a cup of coffee and also got one for Nat, and then made your way back to your room, hoping she was up.

When you entered the room, you were immediatley confused. Natasha was up on the table in the corner, squatting down and staring at the bed.

“Uhhh, Nat?” You asked.

“There’s a spider.”

You were still confused. There was no way that Natasha was scared of a spider, was there? You’d never seen her get scared by a spider before, although, come to think of it, she’d always find ways to leave the room when there was mention of a spider.

“Baby, where’s the spider?” You asked, a little scared yourself. You weren’t too fond of spiders.

“In the bed.”

“He’s IN the bed?”

She nodded, still perched on top of the table, looking scared. Honestly, you wanted to run and get Steve to kill it, because there was no way you were going to go searching through your bed for a spider.

And then an idea hit you.

“Let’s just move to your room,” you suggested. “Then I’ll get Steve to kill the one in here, and if he doesn’t, then I guess I need a new room.”

Natasha chuckled lightly, unable to really think about anything besides the spider. She was off the table and out of the room in two seconds, and you shook your head at how utterly adorable she was.

God, you were the luckiest girl in the world, seeing Nat’s adorable side.

“Come on, Y/N, it’s cold,” she whined from the hallway. You followed her, still holding both cups of coffee, which you handed to her.

“I’ll meet you in your room, I’ve got to get Steve to take care of the spider.”

She pouted slightly, still sleepy, and took both mugs, heading down the hallway. You rushed in the opposite direction, towards the conference room, bursting in.

“What-”

“SPIDER!” You shouted at Steve. He lowered his head, shaking it. It wasn’t the first time you’d done this to him. He sighed, but quickly followed you from the room, you tugging his hand in an attempt to get him there faster.

“Where’s the spider?” He asked once you’d arrived in your room.

“In the bed.”

“IN the bed?”

You nodded. Steve shook his head and a light blush formed on his cheeks as he went searching around underneath the sheets. You also blushed once you’d realized that his hands were all over the sheets, where you and Nat had just... done stuff last night.

“Got it,” Steve finally announced, both of you grateful for the end to an almost awkward silence.

“Thanks, Steve,” you breathed a sigh of relief and then left the room, nearly running to Nat’s.

“He got it,” you panted as you ran into the room. She gave you an odd look, though it was one of amusement, and patted the bed space next to her. You climbed in and looked at her.

“I didn’t know you were so scared of spiders,” you said softly. She shrugged.

“I always have been, but I’m good at hiding it. But I don’t need to hide it anymore with you.”

“I’m glad that you feel like you don’t need to anymore.”

She hummed and sent you a soft smile, before handing you your coffee.

“What do you want to do today?” Nat asked. You nearly choked on your coffee as you realized you’d completely forgotten about the date.

“I want to take you on a surprise date!”

“A surprise date, hmmmm? What did I do to deserve that?” She asked, cuddling a bit closer to you.

“Just being you.”

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At around 7pm, you were finishing up in the kitchen, making sure the basket was packed with wine and all of your favorite foods.

“Moy serdtse?”

You smiled upon hearing her voice, and called to her to let her know you were in the kitchen.

“A picnic?” She asked, hardly able to contain the smile on her face as she saw what you were doing. You nodded, closing up the basket and picking it up.

“We’re going to have so much fun,” Natasha murmured, coming up to you and wrapping her arms around your waist. You leaned into her as she pressed her lips to yours.

“Attention, I detect an intruder. Follow Protocal 4C.” JARVIS announced suddenly. He continued to repeat the phrase while you and Natasha looked at each other and then ran from the room, going to grab weapons.

“What do you think is happening?” You asked as you ran through the hallway.

“You don’t want to know,” Tony shouted, suddenly appearing behind you.

“Actually, I do!” Natasha called back. “What are we fighting?”

“Aliens!”

“Aliens!?” You shrieked. “I know it’s a bad time, but I really wasn’t a fan of fighting aliens in the battle of New York!”

Natasha sent you a look, reminding you that now was not the time for jokes.

“Right,” you muttered, focusing on making it to the weapons room.

“These aliens are a little....different, I should add,” Tony continued. You turned around and gave him a look, needing more of an explanation.

“They’re invisible. Sort of.”

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Pt. 26 coming tomorrow (April 14)

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[the--sad--hatter]

Name Calling (33)

FANDOM - MARVEL MCU

PAIRING - BUCKY X READER (female reader, no physical descriptions)

WARNINGS - ALL OF THEM, SMUT, VIOLENCE ANGST

DESCRIPTION -  In which the ongoing and bloody war of words between you and Bucky turns in your favor when a disgruntled one night stand of his lets slip a secret when you run into her in the elevator… Now you have all the ammunition you need to destroy your enemy but you don’t plan on killing him quickly. Oh no, Bucky Barnes was going to suffer and you were going to enjoy every second. You just didn’t count on how much you would enjoy it.

Current Word Count -  92,163

MASTERLIST

Moodboard by @talesofakindredspirit

Chapter Thirty Three - Capture The Cat

You didn’t know who’s bright idea this was and you didn’t care, you were going to murder them all. As Clint pulled back the drawstring on his bow and Vision sped towards you, you did something that some people could construe as stupid. You elbowed Sam in the ribs.

He immediatley dropped you and as your free fell 40 feet down through the air without a plan about how to safely land you were captured in a bubble of red mist. For a brief second you were glad Wanda had caught you before you realised she was probably just trying to capture you for her team.

“RELEASE ME WITCH!” You shrieked as you bobbed through the sky.

You saw Vision taper off to where you assumed Wanda was hiding and a few seconds later the mist dissipated and you were once again falling.

The good news was you weren’t going to land on the ground, the bad news was you were going to land on a tree.

You tried to brace for the landing but it was futile. You slammed into a thick branch that knocked the wind out of you so you were unable to grab it, instead slipping off it and falling all the way to the ground, occasionally hitting another branch on the way down which while painful, did slow down your descent.

You somehow managed to land somewhat upright in a crouch on the ground and after spitting out leaves you stood up with a scowl. There was a high pitched whistling noise that most people wouldn’t have heard and you reacted instinctively, grabbing the arrow in mid air, the tip centimetres away from your chest.

It looked like it was some kind of tranquillizer arrow. Clint was willing to drag your unconscious body to wherever the ‘flagpole was’.

“I’m gonna kill him the slowest.” You snarled to yourself and snapped the arrow in half, tucking the head safely in a leaf and carefully placing it in your bra for safekeeping as you dashed away.

You needed to think of a strategy and fast, it was you vs most of The Avengers and you had no weapons, no allies and nowhere to hide.

The hardest ones to take out would be Vision and Natasha. Everyone else could be knocked out, tied up and/or manipulated. The Android was tricky, he couldn’t be contained… but you were pretty sure the opposite team would take him out as quickly as possible for the same reasoning.

Natasha was the one that really worried you. There was no way to outsmart or trap her, which meant it would come down to a fight. 8/10 times in training she would best you but you always held back just a little, no matter who you were sparring with.

They had all destroyed any goodwill you had and all your reservations about hurting anyone had died the second they decided to use you like a toy for their sick games. If it came down to it, you’d do what you had to do.

The Flag was going to fight back.

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You were safest in the tree’s, they gave you cover from the fliers. Everyone knew that of course, they would be looking for you here but the fact remained, you had the upper hand here. You could hear them creeping about and with a feral grin you leapt onto a branch about 8ft up and waited.

The first person to pass by was Wanda. Until Vision was out of the game you couldn’t risk taking her out.

“We both know if you try to take me now you’ll have to fight to keep me Wanda. It is in both our interests if you take out the opposing team first. That way, it’s just you and me, may the best woman win.” You called softly to her.

“I know you’re trying to manipulate me Sestra but you are right. So shall we form a temporary alliance?” She replied.

“Take out Vision and anyone else you can, I will do the same. I’ll leave you alone and you leave me alone until we are the last two standing. It’s your best chance to win and my best chance to survive.”

“I agree to your terms.” She grinned.

“Pleasure doing business with you, Sam’s about 40ft above you, 12 yards west.” You said with a wink and slipped away.

About 20 seconds later you heard Sam crash to the ground with a yelp. One down.

The next person you approached was Thor. The big blonde god was a fearsome warrior and probably didn’t hold back, even in games. Which meant you needed to take him out fast and hard. You waited until he passed below your branch and jumped down, landing on his shoulders.

“Is Wanda on your team?” You asked, knowing she wouldn’t be. They would try to even out the power players.

“She is not.” He confirmed, grabbing a hold of your legs.

“Then take me to the base. You’ll win and she’ll lose.” You offered.

“A wise decision little one.” He laughed jovially and relaxed.

He carried you on his shoulders through the tree’s and you waited until you were almost at the edge before you jabbed him in the neck with the broken arrow head. The tranquillizer wouldn’t knock him out, but it may make him slightly woozy. You swung one leg off of him and hung on one shoulder as you grabbed hold of a low hanging but sturdy branch and yanked on it, pulling your self into the thick tree trunk, his body trapped between you and it. His head cracked into it forcefully.

“You betrayed me.” He said, swaying.

“Sorry big guy, it’s not personal.” You promised, punching him with as much force as you could muster.

The tranq, the tree and your fist was too much and he fell to his knees but he wasn’t out yet.

He dove for you and tackled you to the ground and you swore. Stupid Gods and their thick skulls.

“Loki would approve of you.” He slurred and you smirked.

You yelped loudly and grabbed your ribs and Thor paused for a split second in fear that he had hurt you. You struck a fourth and final time, grabbing the side of his head and slamming it into the ground with enough force the ground shook a little. Thor lay, sprawled on the ground, out cold and you quickly scrambled to your feet and rushed away. Two down.

You’d made enough noise that people would be coming to investigate and they would find the Asgardian lying there, defeated. That would make them think twice about how to obtain you.

As expected, you didn’t find Natasha, she found you. One second you were running through the trees and the next there was a casual redhead leaning against a rock in front of you. You skidded to a halt.

“Kotyonok, care to take a stroll with me?” She asked with a wicked glint in her eye.

“You think I’m too afraid of you to fight back so I’ll just go willingly with you?” You growled.

“Yes.” She said simply.

“YOU’LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!” You yelled as loudly as you could.

“That was stupid.” She told you as you heard the sounds of people rushing towards your voice.

“You want to win Natasha, you have to stop and take care of the rest of the players.” You smirked.

“Well played, I’m almost proud. Run away little Kotyonok, I won’t be too far behind you.”

You grinned and did as she said. You ran, hearing the ring of Steve’s Shield hurtling towards the Russian Red-Head behind you. Above you, you saw Wanda and Vision grappling and you kept an eye on the battle as you ran, almost whooping when you saw Wanda drive Vision down to the ground. There was an almighty crashing noise and you were pretty sure that meant Vision was out. Three down.

You half expected a cannon blast to announce Vision’s defeat and sadly remembered that your dad wasn’t here. He would have definitely done something like that. You swerved to the right as you spotted Clint at the last second and you dived behind a tree.

“Steve is literally a walking, talking flag. Why in the hell are you traitorous bastards trying to capture me?” You wheezed/yelled.

“You’re so small.” Clint cooed.

“You’re so dead birdboy.” You snarled.

“Come and say that to my face.” He taunted.

“That’s it! I’m joining the X-Men!” You snapped.

“Cool, you’re coming with me first though.” Clint told you.

“Nu uh.” You protested weakly and peeked around the tree to flip Clint off, smirking at what you saw.

“Oh I think you are kitty.” Clint snorted at your childish comeback.

“I think you’re forgetting something little birdy.” You warned him and stepped out from behind the trunk with a smug grin.

“What’s that?” Clint asked nervously, put off by your sudden display of courage.

“She’s got her own team.” Bucky said and shot Clint in the back.

Clint crumpled to the ground and Bucky strode forward and grabbed your arm, dragging you further into the tree cover as the two of you ran.

“Did you just shoot Clint?!” You demanded.

“Night Night gun, Shield issue.” He explained.

“Cool!” You exclaimed as you ran.

He pulled you behind a rock while he checked the surrounding area.

“I’m going to kill them all. This is a stupid game, and I don’t want to play.” You whined.

“You could just pick a base and stroll up to it, game over. Sam’s your best friend, give him the win.” Bucky suggested.

“Oh hell no, friendship went out of the window the second he decided I was the human equivalent of a flag.” You grumbled.

Bucky smirked at your disdain and paused in his scan of the area to reach over and peck you on the lips.

“So you want to make everyone paying this game pay?” He asked you with an evil smirk.

“You bet your ass I do. Nobody’s getting me to a base while there’s a breath left in my body.” You vowed.

“That’s my girl.” He praised.

“You got her Buck?” Steve called out.

“Yeah I got her.” Bucky called back as you heard Steve trekking through the trees towards you.

“I’m glad you and Steve found me, at least I have you two on my side.” You admitted, plotting how the three of you could destroy everybody else.

“I’m always gonna be on your side doll, always.” Bucky vowed and ducked his head down to kiss you passionately.

Adrenaline and love were flooding your system and you kissed him back with all you had, drowning in the taste of his lips. There was a loud bang and you jerked away from him.

“Except when it comes to war, war takes no prisoners sweetheart.” He told you as your vision wavered.

You looked down to see the barrel of the night night gun pressed against your stomach and you legs gave out as the powerful tranquillizer kicked in. Bucky caught you around the waist and held you upright as your consciousness faded.

“You’ll wake up in about half an hour doll, don’t worry.” He assured you and pressed a kiss to your forehead and then everything went black.

You did indeed wake up about half an hour later, under a flagpole. There was a post it note stuck to you chest with a message in Bucky’s handwriting.

I’d say we’re even now Doll, love JBB x

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You stormed into the common room where everyone was gathered, Bucky and Steve being congratulated for winning. A nervous hush fell over the room as you came in and you scowled at them all. You stalked over to Bucky and kissed him on the cheek.

“Well played my love, but if you ever use my own tactics against me again I’ll kill you in your sleep.” You promised in a false sweet voice and he chuckled.

“As for the rest of you… There will be retribution for this. Each and every one of you is going to suffer in a unique way. It may happen today, it may not happen for years. But it will happen.” You vowed.

“Except for you Thor. Hand me that flask of Mead you keep on you and you are forgiven.” You told him.

He frowned and seemed to way up the options. He unconsciously rubbed the side of his head and seemed to decide it was his best option to just do as you asked and he tossed the flask at you.

“I’m taking this, and I’m going to go and have some fun with Wilson. After the day you have all put me through, I deserve a night out with my best friend.” You announced and strolled away.

You heard Sam huff and get up to follow you.

“Oh not you Icarus, you’ve been demoted.” You told him with a vicious smirk.

“Huh?” He asked indignantly.

“Miss Stark, there is a Mr Dopinder at the front gate for you.” Friday announced.

“That’s my ride. Don’t wait up folks!” You said and skipped away, leaving a room of very shocked and nervous superhero’s in your wake.

22 HOURS LATER

“Boss, your daughter is calling.” Friday announced.

“I’m busy.” Tony snapped, tinkering with the Iron Man helmet on his desk.

“Sir, I’m registering high levels of anxiety in her voice and she is calling from a number I’ve traced to Santiago de Compostela, Spain.” Friday announced.

Tony dropped the screwdriver with a clatter.

“Put her through!” He quickly instructed.

“Dad? Dad, are you there?” Your frantic voice came through the speakers.

“Kit Kat? What’s wrong?” Tony worriedly demanded.

“I know you hate me right now but I really need your help, I really messed up. I’m so so sorry. Please help me.” You sobbed.

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No quirky notes today. Just a heartfelt thank you for those of you who have been sending comments, mails and messages. If it wasn't for your love for this story I doubt we'd have got this far, I would have given into the hate. But you gave me a reason to keep to writing and were my backbone when I couldn't find my own and so I'm no longer writing this fic just for me, I'm doing it for you as well.

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[holyytaehyung]

Rumours and Remorse (A)

- PART TWO

In which the boys might finally may learn the truth thanks to Yoongi, but will it be too late? Is forgiveness an option?

He could only hope his suspisions were right though, and if they were right - that he could fix what seemed to be broken, that you would forgive them, for being so wrong. He could only pray that he was going to be able to work this out, to find the truth and restore your relationship. It’s all he could hope for.

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Too say that Yoongi felt very bittersweet was an understatement. It had been a secretive yet stressful week for him, it had been only a few days since the impulsive ambush took place in their dorms, booming voices and slamming doors echoing in contrast against the deadly silent walls. The other boys were emotional, dragging their feet against the floors, eyes becomming duller and skin paler. Each boy seemingly accepted the recent information they were told there and then, but not Yoongi though. The whole situation didn’t sit right with him, like an itch he couldn’t scratch - he couldn’t relax nor think straight with an overwhelming amount of guilt sitting on his shoulders, weighing him down day by day. So he did what he thought were right - sought out the truth.

The first four days of this week were merely useless, their ex partners refusing to answer Yoongi’s relentless calls or texts - he wouldn’t let up though, no. He wasn’t going to give up, not on you. He knew that immediatley after this that something was wrong with their story if they weren’t going to respond, making the whole situation all the more worse. You wouldn’t answer your phone either, he had tried that too. You were letting your phone ring repetitively, almost as if it was mocking Yoongi with its silence, mirroring the silence he showed towards you the night you came over. The more he thought about it, the worse he felt, he didn’t do anything to help anyone that night, he had been a coward. Granted, he had never been one to share his emotions, yet seeing you distressed, emotional and completely confused brought something out in him. For once, he couldn’t fathom why the other members had shunned you so blindly, maybe it was the spur or the moment, or maybe you truely just deserved better friends.

The next two days of this week, Yoongi was at his wits end. No longer caring about being polite, he needed answers. The other boys carried on training, muttering their conversations to one another whilst their appearances were quickly deminishing. Yoongi could only assume you were behaving the same, if not worse - Yet he hoped for the opposite, he was hoping you were doing okay, even though in the back of his mind he knew that, that was impossible. He decided against turning up at your apartment after contimplating the idea for hours, he wasn’t going to show up until he knew the truth, or atleast have a better understanding of it. So he decided that leaving late that evening as the boys ate their dinner, claming he was having a walk - he rather chose to pay his ex ‘partner’ a visit. Who, coincidently he hadn’t given a second thought too, his whole mind occupied on your well being, and the potiential idea of saving everyones friendships.

Arriving quicker at her house than he had expected, knocking ravishly against the wooden door waiting for his ex to open up, knowing they were in there because whether he cared to admit it or not - he had memorised their nightly routine. He was aware of the shuffling taking place inside, the careful act of closing doors as quietly as possible. Until (after what seemed like forever) the door creaked open - with a very guilty looking face peering up at him.

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‘Yoongi? Wha- What are you doing here?’

‘Cut the crap, you know why I’m here, answers. Tell me the truth, please. You owe me it - Just, please tell me what this whole situation is.’

A very uncomfortable silence followed, it only lasted for a few seconds as Yoongi relished in his stubborn words - shocking the woman infront of him - yet he didn’t care anymore. The want for the truth outweighed whatever he had previously felt for the person stood infront of his tired eyes. Eventually, after what seemed like a moral debate running through the girld head, a small nod and the fateful words were muttered, sounding like music to his ears.

‘Okay, Come in, I’ll explain what I can.’

He didn’t care to make him self comfortable in her home, he simply didn’t feel comfortable here anymore. The chocolate brown wall next to him seemed like an appropriate tool to lean against as he stared into the back of the womans head as she paced infront of him. The only thoughts in his head were prayers that she would just begin giving him the answers he so desperatly wanted.

‘So, I assume you want to know what happened Yoongi? It wasn’t my idea I promi-‘

‘I don’t care who’s idea it was anymore, I really don’t. You all, you destroyed a friendship. A family. MY family. I just want to know what’s happened. No bullshit this time.

‘Okay, okay... care to sit with me? Wine? No? Fine... it all started with Mark, he has a dark sense of humour I guess? We moved to this city briefly, we’re leavig again next month, just shy of a year. He suggested the idea, of ‘having fun’ as he worded it. That we made a game, to find a group of people, no one in particular, to play around with them, romantically and to just - mess things up for them, in any way. Just for a bit before we leave and whoever did the most damage, won.’

‘MESS THINGS UP? FOR A BIT? YOU DID MORE THAN THAT, you destroyed Y/n, DESTROYED HER - all for your own pleasure? YOU DESTROYED US! Are you sick? Is that it? Have you ANY idea of what you’ve caused?’

‘Yoongi please! We didn’t know, well I didn’t know it would turn out this way! I’m sorry okay? Please?’

Yoongi could see his ex-lover approaching him, making her advances, yet he made his way towards the door - he didn’t care for her, or her friends anymore. He just cared about you and his boys, and how wrong they all were.

‘Yoongi, please! You didn’t believe her either right? That’s why you’re here - you are, and were no better than us!’

He could have sworn he saw red, he was furious - only this time at himself. For she was right, he hadn’t listened to you, none of the boys had. They made a desicision to ignore your pleas and that desicision turned out being a very, very wrong one.

‘Listen, if you have any heart in you - please send me the screenshots of you all ‘discussing’ this bet, let me fix this. It’s all I ask.’

Both their eyes found eachother, making a silent agreement before she sent the screenshots to his phone as evidence. Yoongi didn’t stick around for much longer, only making one more statement before leaving - he had what he needed - He left the woman who was begging for him to stay, yet he really didn’t care.

‘By the way... I hope you won your silly game.’

It was surprising him, how much he cared about you, more than he thought he did. - But that thought would have to wait for the time being.

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Standing outside against the cold, fresh air, Yoongi allowed himself to really contemplate his thoughts. How he barely let his ex finish her version of the tale, the reasons behind all of their actions. Fury lingered deep within him, almost as if it were seeping into his blood, drowning him in pain. Although she had ‘explained’ what had happened, how they all were only in town for a year or so - how they saw an oppurtunity to have fun, and took it. Yet it only made him angier, all he wanted was an explanation, but now that he had it, he was heartbroken. He hated it. Yoongi honestly never had thought that truely awful people had existed. He assumed parents would only warn their children of this evil just to intimidate them, but no. It was very much real. People really could be assholes for their own entertainment. After he had sorted through his thoughts, and smartly decided on printing the screenshots onto paper at a local library, a sudden sense of urgency ran through him - leading him to quite literally running back to his dorms. Adreneline leading him back, already wanting to go to your apartment to sort things out, wanting nothing to see your smiling face.

Before it hit him, it was as if a bus had slammed into his chest, trying to stop the air flowing through his lungs, despite the desperate need to keep moving as quickly as possible. The same two questions relayed into his brain repetitively, he wanted the thoughts gone so badly, for them to not be a concern to him. However, he couldn’t find it in himself to ignore them.

What if you didn’t want them back? What if you couldn’t forgive them?

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You missed them. You missed them so much, everything about them. But you were so angry at them, so dissapointed in their lack of faith in you. - despite your instincts telling you to go over there, to talk to them. You were just too angry.

Yes, Yoongi had called. Several times, yet you couldn’t answer him, you wouldn’t answer him. - you were scared. What if they wanted to carry on shouting? What if they weren’t finished the first time? You didn’t want to hear it, you couldn’t hear it. So you wallowed in your own pity, with a few other friends you knew. But they weren’t the same as your boys. They couldn’t make you smile or laugh like they could, of course they tried and you were grateful for that, but they knew just as good as you did - no one would ever replace your seven boys. No one ever would.

Days had blurred together, realistically it had only been short of a week. You had spent every one sleeping on the couch, watching your favourite crime shows surrounded by a few friends, ordering takeout and having slight chatter. Yet inside you felt so gutted, so heartbroken - You were so mad that they wouldn’t hear you out. You were mad, thinking they hadn’t even cared. None the less, you couldn’t bring yourself to hate them, not even to dislike them. You cared about them so much, loved them so much to the point where all you wanted was to pace over to the dorms, plead guilty for something you didn’t even do, aslong as it increased your chance of forgiveness from them. To have them back in your life. Reluctantley, your few friends convinced you against that idea before leaving you for the night - all alone once again as you felt icy tears began to drip down your face (once again) whilst drifting off into a light slumber.

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Six boys sat in their lounge room, silently doing their own buisness. Neither one breaking the comfortable silence that had been placed upon them. Granted, they were all slightly unsure of one another - yet no one knew why. No one seemed to know what to say, or who to say it too. That was until, a slightly sweaty, yet panicked Yoongi barged into the room.

‘We are all such idiots! Have you any idea? Any idea of what you’ve done, what we’ve all done?!’

Everyone stared at Yoongi wide eyed, no one knowing how to react. Namjoon deciding to speak first, approaching Yoongi gently in hoping of calming him down.

‘Yoongi, calm down okay? If your stressed about work, it’ll be fine, just chill out okay?’

‘Stressed about work? You honestly think that’s what this is about? Do you really not care? Are you kidding me! Take a look at this, All of you look - NOW!’

Yoongi had retaliated with such force, as he thew down the screenshots he had printed off, onto the table infront of the youngest members. The room increased in tension in the stroke of a finger, as Hoseok lifted the papers, reading them with an audible gasp as he through them into Namjoons hands.

‘No. No, No. Namjoon, you said you were sure! You said you knew that Y/n had been saying horrible things about us, how could you! You didn’t check? This whole time? We... We trusted you!’

‘Is it true Namjoon? We, were wrong? Y/n was telling the truth? How could we do this to them?’

Taehyung gasped in dissapointed, in himself and the others around him, whilst staring deeply at the floor, wishing it would swallow him up whole, rather than having to face the consequences of their actions.

Namjoons faced had visibly paled, at the time he just assumed that their (ex) partners wouldn’t lie to them about this. He didn’t think ANYONE would lie about something like this. So he didn’t think to ask for proof - assuming that it was unneccersary. But now, in this moment, he couldn’t regret it more. Everything was crashing down on them. On him.

‘Don’t just blame him Hoseok! We are all responsible for this. But no one cared to check, to allow Y/n to speak! We kicked them out, out of our lifes! I hope you’re all happy - none of us are more to blame than the other.’

Yoongi glared at everyone, pacing around the room, throwing his arms up. Everyones mind now seemed to be working in sync, almost forgiving one another in an effort to fix what they had broken - What they had all broken.

‘B-but what do we do now?’

It was Jungkooks turn to speak up now, his voice timid, like a lost puppy - every one had read the messages at this point, being led to a feeling of complete guilt and total loss. No one could look at eachother in the eyes as their minds processed the information, yet alone have a resolution to this situation, all the boys decided to gaze at Yoongi. They needed to know more, they needed to know how Yoongi had learnt the truth - But that didn’t matter currently, the only thing on their mind was you. What they had done to you, and how carelessly they had done it, they had kicked you out of their lifes - Only now, they had to try and win you back.

‘What have we done boys, what have we done?’

No one was even paying attention to who spoke those words, everything seemed to be blurring together as their eyes watered up. Realising how horrible they had all been, how un-forgiving they had all been.

‘We can fix this right? Y/n has always been forgiving! They’ll forgive us, surely they will?’

Jimin spoke with hope, only the other members knew him well enough to know it was feigned, that he also felt doubt within him, doubt that this was unfixable, that they really had ruined your friendship, for good.

‘I don’t know Jimin, I‘m worried, really worried that we might have taken this too far. But we can try...

We can always try.’

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PART ONE. PART THREE (A). PART THREE (F).

THIS STORY IS GONNA BE THREE PARTS!!! 

Part TWO of THREE

The results (when i wrote this) were very mixed, so I figured that three parts is a nice in-between, I rushed to get this out as I know it’s anticipated, and I’m so worried I’ve done REALLY BADLY I hope I haven’t let you down, this story will have a proper conclusion, with explanations further. I just though three parts would make more sense. Any questions are welcome (and constructive critism) as this is my first fic(?) Idk what you call this, so I’m still learning, and I’m sorry if it’s not great.💘

I’m not sure I like this all too much either, idk i’m not very proud of it tbh, I’m sorry if it bums, but pls no horrible commenst - ya girl is sensitive af lmaooo

Also, requests are still being sorted through - I’m sorry they’re taking awhile, I’m going through some stuff right now and I’m just doing my best to take things quite easy atm, I hope you all understand where I’m coming from!🙂

(all gif creds go to owners. please let me know feedback on this, always feel free to message me too!I hope you have/are having a good day ♡ )

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[punkhammer]

Chapter 3 of my solarpunk story

Tiny Chapter 3 Zzzap flash zzzap flash. These are the sounds and sights the kid wakes up to without opening his eyes. Now, prying them open to investagate what was going on and where exactly he was, he saw the inside of a small boat full off stuff and things, yet suprisingly spacious. Coloured in the bright glows of greens, yellows, and purples from the small but many stained glass windows spiraling aroud the walls and ceiling. As for the zaps and flashes, they can be understood by a glance into the far right corner of the cabin, where Togel is sat, facing a miror and scanning her face with a laser shaver. He had never seen anything like this before. Here is this mystery woman, who had appeared out of nowhere, flying over their head like some kinda goddess of the ocean. And she is now sat staring red-eyed in a mirror, shooting herself in the face with some sort of laser gun. He can’t help himself from blurting out the question, “does it heart?”

Immediatley feeling a mixture of stupid and terrifed for asking it, he is in a state of frozen panic until a moment later, when in a kind voice she replies, “what, this?” Holding up the razer.

The kid nods a curious yes.

“No, not in the slightest. Not any more that is. Some of the older models hurt like hell but these days they kinda feel nice, like a thin jet of warm water.”

The kid responds with, “oh okay. Well why do you do it, becase it feels nice?”

Togel laughed “No, it doesn’t feel that good. Let’s just say there are some extra beauty secrets girls like me need to know,” and winks.

He nods an understanding nod. He doesn’t really understand the answer, but never the less, is content with it. Togel stands up and goes to the kitchen area.

“Anyway enough questions from you, I got a few myself the first being what do you want to drink and the second, what’s your name?”

The kid nervously answers, “My name is K-9 and I would like fizzy pop please.”

“Okay K-9, nice name, but I dont know if fizzy pop is what you need right now.” Flashes of the kid being slung around by the water come back to her. “How about a hot cocoa? I got some whipped cream.”

Half of K-9’s face becomes enveloped in a smile as his head nods definatively.

“Yes please, thank you.”

Togel smiles. “Okay, one hot cocoa for you and one mocha for me coming up.” She pulls out a small folding table and placing the drinks, each accompanied by a tall glass of water and a piece of Turkish Delight. “Come on buddy, get outta bed and get ready to anwser some more questions.”

K-9’s exit from the hammock is neither painless nor graceful, but none the less after a few attempts, he is sucsesful and he sits at the table opposite Togel, bringing the cup to his lips and taking a sip. It is delicious! But before he can take a second, the questions have already resumed.

“So, lets start with the biggest one. 1st, what were you doing floating on a bit of drift wood?” Wow that is a big question, and K-9 doesn’t want to spend too much time answering it, after all every second he spends talking is a was a second wasted not drinking the delicious hot cocoa.

So he says,“was sailing my boat and a big loud boat hit me smashed my boat then I floated for a really long time then you came” without a moment to waste, and followed by a couple of large gulps of cocoa.

“What do you mean loud boat? Like, people were shouting or partying on it?”

“Nope, engine.”

“What the fish…are you sure it was an engine?”

“Yeah, big metal ship billowing black smock with a loud as shit engine drove right over my ass.”

Togel looks confused, gets her phone out of a bag hanging off the bedside, and makes her way outside.

“I’ll be back, now do me a favour and get changed.” Closing the door behind her, K-9 watches her pase the deck of the ship from side to side with her phone pressed to her face. somthing is wrong. He doesn’t know what, if it is his falt or if there is anything he can do to help, so he just does what was asked of him. He pulls on the onesie that had been printed last night and the only pice of clothing that isnt still soaking wet: his denim jacket. Only when he put it on does he realise how far away from home he is and how this new place is far away on more than one level. Nothing is the same as back home, not that he misses much back there except his mom and dad. But it is too late now, his adventure and his life has just begun and there is no looking back from here.

The door swings open with a gust of morning wind and a visibly stressed Togel comes charging through the cabin, turning a key in the engine that starts with the quietest of clicks. She then notices K-9 standing out of the way, looking nervous in his almost-fitting new onesie and his much larger and much less fitting jacket, covered in patches, studs, and stains of every colour in the rainbow. She feels bad, he seems scared.

“Hey it’s okay,’ its just we haven’t had loud boats in these oceans since the divide and nobody’s awnsering their phones so I gotta go back to shore, to talk with my friends about what to do. But thats good news for you, isnt it? Your Ratkin aren’t you? Hitching around? You heading my way?” “Um yeah, I’m- I guess, yes I’m- I mean yeah, I’m heading your way” Lifting both arms and giving 2 thumbs up’s and a nervous smile.

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[unsaid-stardust]

Some Things Can’t Be Closed

Chapter 1: Stranger Dreams

Word Count: 1911

Summary: Ten years after Eleven closes the gate, A friend of Holly Wheeler mysteriously disappears sending her on a mission to discover the truth about Hawkins, Indiana. 

Shoutout: Special thanks to @hannahberrie for being amazing and helping me brainstorm the plot for this. Couldn’t have written it without ya, Hannah!!

Holly Wheeler stood in the middle of a dark hallway; Something was calling her- Something hungry for blood. Suddenly, lights flickered above her. Christmas lights. She looked up then and noticed that they were strung up and down the hallway ceiling. One by one, they flickered, creating a path of reds and blues and greens. A voice in the back of her head told her that she should stay put, but she ignored it, her curiosity getting the best of her, she followed the flickering lights.

They lead her to a bedroom where lights continued to flicker off and on. This time, they weren’t Christmas lights, but simple household lights. All different types of lamps flickering one by one in a circular fashion kind of like a merry-go-round. They spun faster and faster and faster until suddenly, they stopped and all was quiet. All except for a low growl coming from the walls.

Holly stood in front of the bare wall; her heart pounding a mile a minute. It began to bubble. The wall. Holly peered closer to it, a shape beginning to form. It moved like a hand-like creature, wiggling to escape. Holly felt the sudden urge to help it. She moved closer to it, the thing from the wall almost bursting the seems of the wallpaper. She held up her trembling hand to touch it, fingertips inches away when suddenly-

“Holly! You’re going to be late for school!” Holly groaned at the sound of her mother’s voice. It was all just a dream. An extremely real dream that seemed more like a memory. Holly sighed heavily. It couldn’t be just a dream. It felt too much like it’s happened before.

“Holly!” Karen cried again. Holly rolled her eyes and threw her covers off of her body. 

“I’m up! I’m up!” She shouted back.  She then forced herself to get out of her warm and cozy bed to get ready for her first day of cold and dreary prison a.k.a Hawkins High School. 

Once she got dressed, Holly headed downstairs for breakfast. The smell of fresh eggs and bacon perfumed the house and she was thankful that her older brother Mike wasn’t there to drizzle her eggs in syrup. She shuddered at the thought. She made the mistake of eating it once and It was totally disgusting.

She reached the kitchen table where her mom already sat and had placed a plate of pancakes, eggs, and bacon for Holly. 

“Good morning, Holly. Ready for your big day?” She greeted with a smile.

“If you mean, ‘ready to die in prison’ then yes, yes I am,” Holly answered sitting down in her seat.

“Come on, Holly, It won’t be that bad. Nancy and Mike got through it” She explained. Holly rolled her eyes. She hated when her mom mention how easy high school seemed for Nancy and Mike. She’s heard stories and things certainly weren’t easy. 

Nancy had boy troubles and grievances, Mike faced bullies. What would Holly be confronted with? Monstrous teachers?

“Barely,” Holly mumbled under her breath. Karen sighed heavily.

“Holly Wheeler stop being so negative. I promise you will make it through high school with flying colors. Now hurry up and finish your breakfast. You’re going to be late if you don’t leave soon”

After finishing her breakfast, Holly Wheeler grabbed her stupid bike out of the stupid garage and wheeled it out. She called her bike stupid because it used to be Mike’s and it’s completely old and rusted. She hated the thing with a burning passion, but it was much better than walking. 

Not only was it better than walking, her two best friends had similar bikes as well. Rose Gallagher and Ben Stratford. If she didn’t ride her bike, she would be forced to trail behind them like a confused little duckling. Speaking of Rose.

“Still got Mike’s bike, Holls?” the brunette inquired, wheeling up her own bike to Holly’s driveway.

“Unfortunately, but not for long because I’ve been saving up!” Holly answered as the two of them began their route to Hawkins High School. 

“You mean to say you’ve been ‘borrowing’ money from Nancy again” Rose stated.

“That too,” Holly replied. Not saying another word, Rose began to turn the corner onto Mirkwood and Holly suddenly felt something deep in her gut. Mike had always told her to stray away from Mirkwood when she could. He never explained why and though he was annoying as a brother could get, Holly would trust him more than anyone. Holly stopped pedaling.

“What’s up? Why did you stop?” Rose questioned as she pedaled towards Holly.

“This is Mirkwood,” Holly simply said. Rose raised an eyebrow signaling that she was clearly confused.

“Yeah, and?” She asked letting go of her handle bars.

“Well, it just that-Mike always told me to stay away from Mirkwood,” Holly explained reluctantly. She knew that Rose wouldn’t understand why. Holly didn’t even know why. She just had a feeling, one similar to how she felt in her dream, that really should listen to Mike and turn the other way.

“Well Mike’s not here, so he’ll never know that we used it to get to school,” Rose pointed out. She did have a point there. It’s not like Mike would ask her if she took Mirkwood to school. Plus, it was the fastest way to get to Hawkins High School and they were already running late.

“You’re right. We should probably get going anyway,” and with that, the two girls were on their way.

They made it to Hawkins High School with no trouble at all, much to Holly’s surprise. Maybe Mirkwood was just a road after all, she thought after parting ways with Rose. Unfortunately, their lockers were on opposite ends of the halls.

Reaching her locker in no time, Holly turned the dial on her lock and successfully opened her locker. Wasting no time, she reached down to grab her binders for her morning classes. Straightening her back to reach her pencil case on the top shelf, she noticed something moving in her locker mirror. She turned around then and what she saw was truly frightening. 

“Ben! You idiot! You scared me,” Holly shouted as she hit him lightly in the chest. A gleam appeared in his green eyes as he let out a small chuckle.

“Well, hello to you too, Holls” Ben replied with a smirk on his lips. Holly rolled her eyes at him before turning back around to grab her pencil case. 

“What’s got you so on edge today?” He asked her. She paused before closing her locker shut contemplating if she should tell him about her dream. He is her best friend after all, but the last time she told Ben about the dream, he just brushed it off as a simple nightmare and it was definitely much more than that.

“N-nothing just-I had that dream again and it’s kind of freaking me out. It just felt so…real,” Holly explained turning around to face him. Ben looked at her with sympathy and touched her shoulder gently.

“Look, Holls. I know that dreams can be scary and they can feel so real, but just remember that that’s all they are. Dreams. They can’t hurt you ” Ben said. Holly pursed her lips. She appreciated his effort in trying to comfort her, she really did, but she didn’t completely believe him.

“I guess. Thanks, Ben,” She simply responded.

“Anytime,” he answered with a smile. Though she wasn’t exactly comforted, she smiled back at him, and they probably looked a bit like idiots for staring just a bit too long, but then the bell rang telling them that they should get to class and broke their eye contact. 

“We should get to class,” Holly said a little too quickly.

“Right. Off to our first class of hell. You ready?” Ben inquired. Holly shook her head.

“Not really, you?” She responded as they walked down the hallway, though she already knew the answer. 

“Not in the slightest,” He stated immediatley. Holly smiled at the fact that her guess was right and that they thought so much alike. It really shouldn’t make her this happy anymore, they’ve been friends since they were small, but that didn’t seem to matter.

“Well, hey, at least my uncle is our teacher. That should make it a little less dull,” Holly reasoned as the two of them entered their first class of the day; biology.

“Let’s hope so,” Ben said taking a seat in the third row. Holly pursed her lips sliding into a seat in the row next to him when the bell rang and in walked a certain curly head teacher. 

“Good morning, class! I’m Mr. Henderson and I’ll be your biology teacher this semester! Now who’s ready to cut open some frogs?” Holly looked around as she raised her hand confidently to find that only her and Ben were willing to dissect a frog. Other students had disgusted and confused looks on their faces.

“Well, I’m glad some people are ready. Always nice to see you, Holly,” Mr. Henderson states with a wide smile. Holly returned the action as she brought her hand down.

“You too Dustin-uh-Mr. Henderson,” she stuttered. Holly heard a couple soft laughs coming from throughout the room and her cheeks suddenly became warm. This was going to be a long year.

Holly was exhausted by the time school ended and all she wanted to do was go home and crawl onto the couch to take a nap. But, sadly, she couldn’t do that. No, because she had AV Club. 

She wasn’t really into the stuff that happened during AV Club. Not particularly. But, her Uncle, Dustin Henderson, was the supervisor of the club and needed more members in order to keep it running. So, because she loved Dustin more than anything, Holly became a member of the AV Club alongside Ben Stratford.

Rose Gallagher had other obligations, she had claimed. Something about helping her older brother out with some photography project. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to come with us, Rose? There’s still spots left,” Holly inquired as the three of them stood outside the door to the AV Club.

“I’d love to guys, but I promised i’d help Tyler after school. I’ll see you guys tomorrow!” Rose waved goodbye then and Holly and Ben made their way into the classroom.

It was 8 O’clock at night when Holly heard the doorbell ring. She was working on her unnecessarily frustrating algebra homework and the doorbell only made her more frustrated.

“Holly, can you come down here, please!” Her mom shouted up the stairs. Holly let out a heavy sigh.

“Just a minute, mom!” She called back before standing up from her desk chair. As she made her way down the stairs, Holly wondered what her mother could possibly want from her, neither of her conclusions coming to the idea that two policemen would be standing at her front door, which was what she found when she stepped on the last stair. 

“I could assure you that my daughter has nothing to do with this” Karen argued with the police. Holly made her way next to her reluctantly before her mom placed a protective arm around her. 

“We understand why you might feel that way, Mrs. Wheeler, but we still need to take her down to the station for questioning,” one of the policemen responded. 

A million questions began to swarm in Holly’s head. She hadn’t done anything that would require the police to come after her. Mike, maybe, but not the police. 

“What’s going on. What do you need me for?” She managed to ask.

“It’s your neighbor, Rose Gallagher. We believe she’s missing,”

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