#watch me fuck a skelton

[toomanyfandomsimfanvergent]

eddie munson x reader

'Im his fucking wife'

It was senior year of highschool. Eddie's first of many. A couple of the hellfire boys watch as Eddie stares at the new girl.

She has curly dark brown hair. Wearing eyeliner and dark red lipstick, ripped black jeans and a Iron Maiden band shirt.

She has many skull and black styled rings, layered necklaces and dagger earrings.

He watches her approach them.

"This seat taken," she asks.

Eddie stutters a response before Jeff, "It's not if you want to sit,"

"God this school is full of pricks," she complains.

"That carver kid, he is a fucking, junior and acts like he owns the place. " Eddie watches with intent eyes as yn bitches about the jocks and cheerleaders.

"Have a staring problem munson," yn teases. He had been staring at her new earrings they were Skelton's.

She had sat with him for over a month .

"Eddie, you me Saturday night I can pick you up,"

"Yes," he rambles looking dumb strcuk.

**

"You have a girlfriend," Dustin asks.

"Why don't you guys believe me," Eddie asks.

"You showed us her yearbook photo. There's no way," Mike says.

They watch dumbstruck as you waltz into the room. Black jeans and Hell fire tee shirt hugging your curves as you sit on Eddie's lap

"Hey, princess," he says kissing your cheek.

"I haven't seen you in three months and that is how I am greeted," you grab his face and press your lips to his and you hear collective groans around the table.

"Stop complaining," you hiss before stealing another kiss.

"Eddie actually has a girlfriend," Dustin asks.

"He told you that," you ask glaring daggers.

"I'm not his girlfriend," the boys glare at Eddie, "I'm his fucking wife. My name is Yn, Yn Munson,"

Jaws hit the floor as you leave , saying for him to meet you later.

You didn't want to deal with the questions and Eddie had some explaining to do

#eddie munson #eddie munson angst #eddie imagine #stranger things 4 #eddie fanfic #eddie munson au #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington fanfic #eddie munson blurb

[ne0nlightzz]

CREEPYPASTA/MH HALLOWEEN HEADCANONS PT 2🎃👻

THIS IS ALL FUNSIES!! ALSO THESE ARE MORE HEADCANONS FOR A OLDER CREEPYPASTA STORY I USED TO WRITE, RATHER THEN LIKE MY ACTUAL HEADCANONS-

I DUNNO BUT ENJOY!

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MASKY/TIM

•i have no idea why but i can just picture Masky just sitting at the kitchen table drinking a glass of whisky on Halloween night while he waits for Sally to show up and just gives her an apple or something instead of candy

•  He defiantly gets stuck watching horror movies with the others and probably falls asleep a quarter through the night or is dealing with toby's [and Cody's-] bullshit the whole night

• Helps decorate the inside of the house a bit because it makes Toby and Sally happy but also partly because Brian forced him to do something other than work.

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HOODIE/BRIAN

•  Has to force Tim [and his alter-ego-masky] to part take in socializing and activities such as helping with the bit of decorating, mainly for the sake of his own sanity because he can't handle Sally, Toby and Cody alone [because jeffs being a bitch again and isn't helping even though sally is basically his reasonability] 

•  Gets pulled into horror movie night with Tim but doesn't pay attention because he's either constantly waking Tim up or is having too constantly tell Toby and Cody to stop cursing and criticizing the movies. He also elbows Tim every time he tells the younger two to "Shut the fuck up" or has to stop the bickering in-between the three of them[cody,tim,toby]

[Hes basically a mother to some degree- tell me I'm wrong]

•I ran out of ideas for him all of a sudden--

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TICCI TOBY

• It's definitely his idea to do the horror movie nights but he always ends up either covering his face during more scary scenes or quitely laughing his ass off. He also curses out the movies characters with his haft brother[cody] and Tim usally ends up kicking him because he 100% sits on the floor during movies and won't shut up.

Him and Tim all also usally end up bickering at some point because they're them and then Cody just joins in to piss Brian off.

•He doesn't actually dress up but will put on lil Skelton gloves just to make Sally happy and to get her to stop trying to put him in a dress or something.

•[THIS isn't even Halloween anymoreeeee ]

•When they attempted to carve pumpkins, the older proxies definitely take away any sharp objects and give him safety scissors and a plastic butterknife.

"No no no give me that" Brian said as he snatched the knife away from Toby and gave him "Toby safe" carving tools

"H-how the f-fuck am I supposed to use these??" Toby mumbled holding up the safety scissors

"Dunno,figure it out" Tim shrugged

"Fuck yall."

•HE HAS A THROWING TIC AND HAS BASICALLY TAUGHT HIMSELF HOW TO AIM SO WHEN HE WAS HOLDING A TINY PUMPKIN HE HAFT PURPOSELY CHUCKED THE MF AT CODY.

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X-VIRUS/CODY

•He doesn't the exact same thing as Toby during horror movies but just a bit more quiet.

he sits on the floor next to Toby,mumbles about how idiotic the people in the movie are bit actually pipes down when Brian tells him to stop or nudges him a bit.

•He just laughs his ass off when they replace Toby's knife with kiddie scissors but it quickly backfires when they do the same to him because he was laughing and thought it'd be funny- that then caused a small "fight" between him and Hoodie-

•He wacked the fuck outta Toby after he learned that he haft purposely threw the pumpkin at his head. After that both of them most likely just sat across the room from each other pouting.

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Masky n Hoodie=Violent but still sorta caring

Tim n Brian=Tired parents who need a break

Brian=peace maker.

Tim=I need a drink.

Toby=Sarcastic, violent,chaotic and bitchy teenager that can either be loud or quiet

Cody=Semi Sarcastic, violent and slightly less bitchy and chaotic teenage that is relatively quite can will be loud-

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Authors note-

I don't know what the hell I've made--

I'm making supernatural n toh ones next!:]

Please go drink water!

-Luv Lee-

THIS IS NOT RLY PROOF READ- OR EDITED-

10/29/22

#creepypasta headcanon #trans writers #creepypasta #story requestsopen #wtf am i even doing #halloween headcanons #idk man #marble hornets tim #tim wright #tim masky #ticci toby #x virus #brian hoodie #hoodie marble hornets

[panicatthesocialmedia]

heeellooooo

Which character from any film/series/play etc. would you love to play?

Aloah! Omg omg omg omg omg omg omg it‘s an ask by anon!

Film: oh any artsy indie film that rips out your intestines and Stiches them back in … a few honorable mentions (not necessarily indie): Hunt for the Wilderpeople, venom, tick tick boom… fuck this I wanna be in Jurassic park/world (minus the rat) and either be an extra that get‘s to touch a dinosaur or get ripped to shreds by one. Also would be fine with main cast as long as I have lots of dinosaur interactions (so I can watch myself with a dinosaur and if you‘ve seen a photo with me and a massive dinosaur skeleton or me touching a dinosaur Skelton you would know the joy on my face rn.

Series: Easy answer! probably Stich from the Lilo and Stich series (properly unhinged little alien with severe adhd and zero impulse control but a good soul). But I would gladly switch places with Dustin Henderson Form stranger things höhöhöhö. And I would really love to be on miracle workers or our flag means death.

Play : DIE PHYSIKER

Musical: beetle juice

#anon send an ask #I hope this answered your questions #ignore my spelling an shit I got so nervouse and happy I couldn’t breath #keep them coming motherfukxers

[byelacey]

i don't know what my comic has to do with my hero academia, but since everyone i've ever been attracted to before has had a skeleton, they've got me there

#adventures on tiktok #watch me #watch me fuck a skelton

[circus4apsycho8]

So yeah, snake daddy or Skelton daddy. Like, what would be his type of romantic date?

You guys are chilling and he hits you all of a sudden, saying how he wants to take you on a date and shit. He's normally not so open about the idea of dates and stuff like that. It's a cute so you agree and you guys go to a fancy or middle class restaurant.

When you arrive its empty besides the cook and waiters. You asked him about it and they response that they had it all figured out and to let them take care of everything.

Jdkskkdkdkskdkdkkdkd we love a person who will be this extra for your dates. Odoeokddkddkd <3

P.S: everyone misses you! Can't wait to talk to you again!

Much love, clown! 🤡

Hey Clown! It’s so good to hear from you <3 I miss everyone too, and I hope to be back soon <333 Thank you for the request!

So, when I was reading this, I immediately was reminded of Fell!Papyrus. I haven’t written for him before, but I think this will work nicely with your request! I decided to write their relationship as a more abrasive one, and I’m excited to share it!

Anyways, here you are! I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Fell!Papyrus x Reader

Warnings: cursing, consensual hitting (?) lol, suggestive content

…

“HUMAN.”

You fight a grin as you ignore Papyrus, who is standing in the doorway with his usual scowl. You can hear him tapping his foot, and you can just picture him glaring at you with his arms crossed.

“I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME. GET READY.”

Still, you proceed to ignore him, absentmindedly glancing down at a random paper lying on the table. Ooh. A newspaper. A great way to fake your inattention.

You yawn, leaning back in your chair as you pluck the paper into your grasp before flipping through it. Wow, what an enticing article –

Whack!

“What the fuck was that for, dipshit?!” you growl, trying to hide your grin as you stand to face your boyfriend. If he weren’t your sparring partner of several years, you would have kicked his ass, but now it was a known fact amongst your friends that you two like to play rough. It’s one of the reasons why you enjoy being with him – you can beat each other up for no reason and still love each other. It’s great.

“BECAUSE YOU WERE IGNORING ME.”

You snarl, smacking him upside the skull. “Idiot.”

“NOW YOU’VE DONE IT.” With that, Papyrus lunges for your legs and lifts you over his shoulders with ease.

“Put me down!” you demand, kicking your feet.

“NO. YOU NEED TO GO GET DRESSED.”

“Why?” you question as he carries you up the stairs. You’ll never let him know it, but you secretly love it when he does this.

“JUST DO IT. YOU WILL KNOW SHORTLY.”

You groan as he kicks the door to your shared room open. He brings you over to the bed before he establishes a secure grip on your waist and tosses you onto the bed. A grunt escapes you as you land, but despite that you smirk as you look up to him.

“I don’t think I need to be dressed for this,” you tease, lifting your leg up and trailing your toes down Papyrus’ exposed ribcage.

You see him shudder, but his glare hardens as he shucks your leg away. “GET DRESSED. I WILL MEET YOU DOWNSTAIRS IN FIVE MINUTES SHARP.”

“Five minutes?” you whine, sitting up on your knees before smiling smugly. “But don’t you want to watch me change?”

His scowl finally eases into a small grin. “NORMALLY YES, BUT I HAVE TO MAKE A QUICK CALL.”

“What are we doing?” you ask.

“I AM TAKING YOU ON A DATE.”

“Aw, you could have just said that, you big dummy,” you reply, standing up to press a small kiss to his zygomatic arch.

A red blush crosses his bones before he scoffs. “JUST GET READY!”

You chuckle as he marches out, and sigh. You don’t have much time to get ready. Yay. You decide to just go for a simple outfit since he probably isn’t taking you anywhere too fancy.

Once you’re done, you make your way downstairs to see Papyrus waiting for you rather impatiently.

“Alright, are you ready?” you question.

“OF COURSE I AM,” he replies, averting his gaze as he holds his arm out to you. You link your arm with his, and with that, the two of you are off.

“Are we going to Fight Night?” you wonder.

“NO. WE DID THAT YESTERDAY.”

“Ah, right. And I guess not Grillby’s either?”

“NO. JUST WAIT UNTIL WE GET THERE.”

“Fine,” you relent with a sigh. “I’ll wait.”

…

“WE HAVE ARRIVED. PLEASE CLOSE YOUR EYES, AS I WILL GUIDE YOU FROM HERE.”

You smile and obey, closing your eyes. All you saw was a building you had never visited before – probably a restaurant of some sort. But if it’s just a restaurant, then why is he being so extra about all of this?

Papyrus guides you inside the building. You hear him mumbling to someone, but his voice is too low for you to understand. A few seconds later, a door is opened and Papyrus is ushering you once more.

“YOU MAY OPEN YOUR EYES NOW.”

You do so, and immediately your jaw drops.

What…where are you?

You’re speechless. It’s…like you’re standing on a mirror. Except it isn’t a mirror - at least you think it isn’t. A thin layer of water is spread across the floor, causing ripples to appear in your reflection whenever you move. The room is dark, and light only by dim ceiling lights that encircle a shower of cascading water. Dotted throughout the ceiling are dim lights that are your favorite color. They’re like stars!

“Papyrus…how did you…?” you begin, turning to face him. It’s then you realize that he isn’t there.

“Papyrus?” you wonder, frowning. Where could he have gone?

You take a moment to look around. What exactly does he have planned?

Then, something catches your eye in the distance. You squint, trying to figure out what it is. Deciding to investigate, you walk forward.

It’s a folded piece of paper residing on a dark pedestal. Curiosity piqued, you gingerly take it between your fingers before unfolding it. In Papyrus’ signature handwriting, it reads:

WHEN WE FIRST MET, I WAS SKEPTICAL OF YOU. YOU WERE - AND STILL ARE - SMALLER THAN ME. I THOUGHT YOU WERE WEAK. I THOUGHT YOU WOULDN’T BE ABLE TO KEEP UP WITH UNDYNE AND I. BUT YOU EASILY PROVED ME WRONG, AND I WILL FOREVER REMEMBER THE DAY THAT YOU BEAT ME IN THAT SPARRING SESSION. THAT WAS THE DAY YOU EARNED MY RESPECT.

I SAW THE FIERY DETERMINATION IN YOUR EYES - IT WAS LIKE A SPARK THAT DREW ME TO YOU. I LOVE THAT ABOUT YOU - YOUR PASSION. YOUR DETERMINATION. YOUR HOTHEADEDNESS. YOUR RECKLESSNESS.

Your heart begins racing as you read the note. What is he on about…?

Shortly after, you spot another pedestal in the distance. You jog over to it, keeping the first note in your hand as you view the next one:

YOU TURNED OUT TO BE MY GREATEST COMPETITION AFTER THE DAY YOU WON. I WAS ANGRY. I WANTED TO BE BETTER THAN YOU (AND FRANKLY, I STILL DO). SO, I CHALLENGED MYSELF TO GET BETTER. NEVER BEFORE HAVE I FELT SUCH AN INTENSE URGE TO WIN.

YOU DRIVE ME TO DO BETTER. YOU ARE THE REASON I AM AT THE POINT WHERE I AM NOW. AND I LOVE YOU FOR IT.

The next pedestal isn’t too far away, so you reach it fairly quickly. You eagerly snag the next note:

WE WERE NEVER ALLOWED TO SHOW AFFECTION IN THE UNDERGROUND. IT WAS A MEANS OF SURVIVAL FOR US. ERGO, I, LIKE MANY OTHER MONSTERS AT THE TIME, SUPPRESSED THAT SIDE OF ME. I NEVER REALIZED HOW DRAINING IT WAS UNTIL WE STARTED DATING. WE WEREN’T THE MOST AFFECTIONATE COUPLE AT FIRST, LARGELY DUE TO THE NATURE OF OUR WORK, BUT I COULDN’T HELP BUT WANT TO BECOME MORE AFFECTIONATE.

I STILL REMEMBER THE NIGHT YOU TOOK MY HAND IN YOURS WHILE WE WERE WALKING HOME FROM ONE OF OUR MISSIONS. IT WAS SUCH A FOREIGN FEELING, BUT…I BECAME ADDICTED TO IT. EVERY HANDHOLD, EVERY KISS, EVERY HUG, EVERY CUDDLE…I CHERISHED THEM ALL. AND I STILL DO. YOU ARE THE ONLY PERSON IN THIS WORLD WITH WHOM I SHARE MY VULNERABLE STATE.

EVEN SO, I STILL LOVE OUR SPARRING SESSIONS, AND OUR BANTER AND TRASH TALK. YOU ARE FUN TO INSULT.

AND I LOVE YOU FOR THAT.

You feel tears pricking your eyes as a giggle escapes you. Papyrus rarely spills his feelings to you like this. After wiping a stray tear away, you look up to see what appears to be the outline of a door. A note appears to be taped to it, so you approach it and rip it off.

MY DARLING…I HAVE ONLY ONE QUESTION FOR YOU.

Now your heart really starts pumping. A question…? Is…Is he going to…?

Your hands are shaking as you test the knob on the door. It’s unlocked, so you push it open and step through. Upon entering, you see a round table prepared with all kinds of foods and sweets sitting underneath a grand chandelier. Fancy decor lines the room, along with some statues and paintings. What catches your eye though, is Papyrus standing next to the table. He’s changed into a dark red and black tuxedo, and appears to be holding something behind his back.

You suddenly find that you’re frozen in your spot from nerves. Your fingers nervously fidget as Papyrus smiles gently before stepping over to you.

And when he kneels, you raise your hands to your mouth as your tears return.

“MY DARLING…WILL YOU MARRY ME?”

He pulls out a black case and opens it. Inside rests a gorgeous ring that seems like it’s been custom made to suit your personality.

“Oh my stars…fucking yes, you damn asshole! Get the fuck over here!” you yell as you rush towards him, throwing your arms around his neck and burying your face into his clavicle. You feel his phalanges combing through your hair as he presses a kiss to your forehead and pulls away, slipping the ring on your finger.

He smiles, pressing his forehead to yours as his digits come to rub your cheek. “I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.”

“I love you too,” you reply, laughing. “Also. How long did it take you to set this up?”

“A FEW WEEKS. I HAD TO MAKE SURE IT WAS A PRIVATELY-RESERVED EVENT SO THAT WAY I COULD MAKE DAMN SURE IT WOULD BE A PROPOSAL WORTHY OF YOUR ACCEPTANCE.”

You smile and laugh, hugging him again. “You are fucking extra, Papyrus. But I love you for it.”

#undertale #fell papyrus x reader #underfell #fluff #underfell x reader #reader insert #request

[clare-with-no-i]

fic writer interview

thank you so much to my loves @maraudersftw and @thequibblah for tagging me! woohoo, let’s get into it!

Name: clare...with no i

Fandoms I write for: Jily, primarily, with a dash of the entire Marauders Era

Two-shot: on heroism lol.....lol.

Most popular multichapter: New Age Romancing, my ridiculous nonsensical texting fic that flies in the face of prose writing

Actual Worst part of writing: the part where the things are in my head but for some reason they’re not appearing on the page like I’m willing them to

How you choose your titles: songs. so many songs. but for things like ‘icarus falling’ and ‘color theory’ it’s all about those pithy phrases babyyyyy

Do you outline: not nearly enough. but then when I do I always deviate from it and it’s a whole debacle jdsgkfhjgk

Ideas I probably won’t get to but it would be nice: this fucking ridiculous time travel AU that’s stuck in my brain even though I don’t even read time travel AUs because I find them hard to buy into for some reason. but yeah an Outlander AU (shoutout Sophie Skelton my beloved) but instead of Scotland it’s Ancient Greece because Lily is in a Classics PhD program and James is an Athenian warrior or something and the whole thing is ludicrous and stupid and should definitely stay in my head. no like I hate it but I can’t stop thinking about it. I know that’s not what the question asked but I needed an outlet for my self-imposed rage

Callouts @me: can you try and write one simple sentence maybe? just one clause. subject verb object.  that’s it that’s all. 

Best writing habits: pretty words 

Spicy tangential opinion: I think sometimes the way that Marauders fandom projects onto Lily - and therefore reacts to other women in Marauders Era stories - can make way for regressive discourse that draws from some level of internalized misogyny.  I do understand, though, that this is easy to fall into because JKR’s canon really falls flat with the way it portrays women.  I’m not completely innocent of this, and it’s something I’m trying harder and harder to watch out for, especially when writing other characters’ perceptions of her.

TAGGING: @keepingupwithpotters @figg-anon @sunshine-marauders @babybirdling

#clare is tagged #tag

[gunshou]

Registered Logo excerpt from Chapter 2  CW: htp, referenced abuse/rape Note: I am so stuck on this chapter, 1550 words and I haven’t moved the story along much. I’m determined to finish this week, though! .  .  .  .  .

One of the infrequent American honeypots in the beginning of the new millennium dispatched the Soldier to a party with instructions to charm a state Senator whose proposed legislation would have made it more difficult for pharmaceutical companies to charge exorbitant prices for life-saving medication. Hydra had tentacles throughout the medical fields and resisted the idea that their research — some of which was conducted on the Winter Soldier himself — would somehow not be monetized. A secret world-wide organization dedicated to ushering in a new world order through pain and suffering didn’t run on thoughts and prayers and fundraiser donations, after all. The legislation was an anomaly for the Senator, inspired by his daughter’s struggle with leukemia, so removing him from office or existence wasn’t ideal. Coercion via blackmail, however, remained a tried and true Hydra tactic.

Clean-shaven, dressed in a suit and tie, his long hair slicked back neatly and bound in a discreet little knot at the back of his head, the Winter Soldier appeared almost unrecognizable to his handling team. 

Junior STRIKE team member Brock Rumlow, however, saw the same vague bewilderment that always shone from the Soldier’s eyes when he had no clear orders, and felt uneasy. A confused Soldier acted erratically. While Rumlow had only been on STRIKE Bravo for eight months, he’d spent hours studying the Winter Soldier files his rank allowed him access to and knew that when the Soldier lacked specific and thorough instructions, missions tended to develop complications. Although Brock didn’t think it happened because of any defect on the weapon’s part; after piecing together information out of redacted reports, he suspected that the Soldier leaned into malicious compliance whenever possible.

Whatever faint remnant of James Barnes still existed as a ghost in the programming  swam up to give Hydra a big old ‘fuck you’ whenever he had the chance. Rumlow respected those kind of brass balls; he wasn’t sure he’d be capable of retaining even that sliver of his own sense of self after what Barnes had endured. After what the Soldier had endured — Brock corrected even his thoughts to keep from an accidental slip of the tongue.

His commanding officer looked over the group and frowned, obviously coming to the same conclusion as Brock regarding the asset’s current effectiveness. “Rumlow,” Skelton said, “explain the Solider’s mission to him. Use small words.”

A couple of the others snickered at that, and Durant made a comment about seasoning a scrambled egg. Rumlow kept his face impassive and gestured the Soldier to a quieter corner of the suite they’d rented as a staging room so he could hold the asset’s full attention. The Soldier constantly tracked everyone and everything in his vicinity, and it exhausted Rumlow to watch those oddly pretty pale blue eyes dart back and forth as though the weapon’s life depended on cataloging every scrap of input. Brock hooked his arm under the back of the desk chair and dragged it over to the stuffed armchair in the corner. He set it down, pointed at it, and told the Soldier to sit. He did, back perfectly straight and gaze fixed somewhere to the left of Brock’s shoulder. 

“Look at me,” he ordered, and the Soldier shifted his gaze to Brock’s mouth. “Close enough, I guess. Do you understand your mission?” He spoke clearly, but not any more slowly the way some of the others did. The Soldier may have had extensive brain damage from repeated memory wipes, but no one who survived sixty years in Hydra could be stupid, whether or not he could rightfully be called a human being any more with all the circuitry in his head. 

The Soldier’s voice sounded as incongruously soft as his eyes looked, a warm baritone rusty from disuse. “Identify target: Senator McCord. Seduce target and return with him to prepared room. Have sex in view of hidden cameras. Engage in…” here he frowned, a crease folding between his dark brows. “Engage in what Commander Skelton described as ‘dirty, nasty fucking’ so as to obtain as much footage as possible. When done, retreat to this staging room for debrief and extraction.” After another hesitation, he added, “Prepare for recreational use by by STRIKE upon return to base.” His expression didn’t change, but Rumlow thought he saw something turn over in those revealing eyes; their color shaded from pale blue to steel grey in the darker light as the Soldier ducked his chin a bit.

Rumlow nodded. “That’s right. How are you going to seduce your target, though? You can’t be a robot, kid, you gotta act more —” He broke off as the Soldier leaned his shoulders back into the chair and spread his legs, hands relaxed on his upper thighs. His chin lifted again and tilted into a confident pose, and his generous mouth curved into a lazy smirk.

“Charming?” he asked, his voice pitched a note lower, sounding more natural. He leaned forward, elbows on his thighs and hands clasped loosely in front of his crotch, pushing just a bit into Rumlow’s personal space and dropping his broad shoulders into an insouciant slouch. “Oh, I think I can manage, sir,” the Soldier said, and for a moment Bucky Barnes, devastator of hearts and loins throughout Brooklyn, grinned shamelessly at Rumlow.

#fic: registered logo #winterbones #excerpt #gunshou fic

[frenchy-and-the-sea]

OC-tober Day 4 - Medicine

(from @oc-growth-and-development’s OC-tober list)

Another short one! A little late and a little less solid than I had hoped for, but this is why we practice! Today’s exercise also includes @vargonautic‘s lovely Cornelius Skelton, who they have donated to the cause of keeping my idiot sailing kids alive as the resident ship’s surgeon. I love him a whole, whole lot.

~600 words

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“Where did you study medicine, Master Skelton?”

Cornelius glanced up from the mug he was crumbling a handful of chamomile and cramp bark into and turned instead towards the captain sitting at the table across from him. Sitting was maybe too generous a word. For all the conversational poise she forced into her voice, Alex looked a mess; red-eyed from lack of sleep, hunched forward onto her elbows, pale as fresh vellum and growing paler. Even the ruddy blush of half a decade’s worth of wind and sunburn couldn’t quite find the courage to show itself through the shower of suddenly-dark freckles across her face. But then, that was blood loss for you. Cornelius turned back to his work.

“London,” he admitted after a moment. “Although I caution you against assuming that this is medicine so much as it is a nursemaid’s trick.” He shook his hands free of the last little clinging bits of herbal detritus and grabbed the much-abused kettle that he had swiped from under their cook’s nose, pouring a measure of boiling water into the mug. The steam that rose stung his nose with an unpleasant, earthy bitterness that he had come to associate with the same sickly pallor afflicting his captain. He grimaced as he slid it across the table towards her. She accepted it with a gracious bow of her head, but her grimace matched.

“Cheers to nursemaid’s tricks, then,” she said grimly, lifting the mug in a weary approximation of a toast. “And cheers to London, if that’s where you learned them. Although that’s a rather impressive scholarship to have for a man stuck in a worm-infested hunk of wood in the middle of the ocean.”

Ah. Another go at this, then. Cornelius hummed as he gathered the bark back into its tidy bundle.

“I assure you, captain, that even this amount of time spent together hasn’t quite granted you access to the intimate details of my history.”

Alex snorted, weakly. “If that’s the sort of thing you consider ‘intimate,’ then I suggest you avoid, oh, every scratch of deck between here and my cabin once the watch turns. There are some things that men get up to in their free hours that don’t warrant seeing twice.”

“And I know every one of them,” said Cornelius dryly. “I didn’t school in London just to learn to make tea, captain. I have had to undo the things that men get up to in their free hours. The only difference now is that I’m forced to catalogue the entire process just to go take a piss.” He paused, and then added, a little slyly, “You might consider joining them, actually. I hear that those sorts of exertions do wonders for the pain.”

Frustratingly, Alex didn’t so much as bat an eye at the implication. She just sighed, and Cornelius thought it nearly sounded wistful.

“So I’ve heard,” she said. “And me, with no amount of decorum to speak of. Sadly, my station requires that I at least pretend to own some. Fucking pity, that."

She stood then, a little unsteadily, and offered the barest sketch of a bow. Cornelius saw her knees buckle under the weight of it, but the mug in her hand didn't spill so much as a drop of the fetid mixture inside.

"My thanks, Master Skelton, for the tea," she said as she righted herself. "And for the advice, though I can assure you that I will enjoy both of them quite alone.”

Then she turned on a heel and staggered back through the sick bay door, sounding for all the world like that was the only thing she ever expected to be.

#oc-tober #oc-tober 2021 #oc crap #seven cities #my writing #alex sheffield #cornelius skelton #i'm not entirely pleased with this one this go around but i'm happy to have at least sat down to finish something and then have done it #gonna try to get day 5 done today too but it's d&d night so we'll see!

[rip-a-dip-dip-you-potato-chip]

Trade ya

based on this ask

TW//Slight violence and a mention of blood

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Macaque slipped back into the theatre after his little chat with the Monkey Kid.

Boy howdy, that kid had some explaining to do, to his companions. If only he could stick around and watch that mess unfold. But he had to retrieve his lamp.

Honestly, that was easier than he thought it would be.

Wich was concerning.

As Macaque walked over to the stage he paused for a moment, where was (y/n) is all this?

The Monkey King was off doing his own thing for a while, and he'd assumed his kid would be hanging around Mk and his friends, yet the amber-furred monkey wasn't with them when they had entered the theatre.

Did Mk literally forget one of his friends? damn, he was starting to become like the Hero...

despite everything that's happened between them since the whole 'I stole the Monkey Kings powers from Mk and broke his trust leaving him emotionally distressed' thing, he actually wanted to get to know his kid(and maybe convince them to join him)the week of stalking wasn't enough for him to say the least.

Disregarding the thought (though not entirely) he make is way back to the remains of the lap.

And with a little magic it was good an new!

Fuck ya!

As he admirered his handy work for s little longer and sound of clapping caught is attention. Wiping his head around he saw the wired guy in a pin strip suit form the play, if Macaque remembered correctly this was the guy that game my the *Skeleton Key.

"My my, that was such a magnificent performance!"

"Ha, ya well it's over, t-this was the last show actually"

Oh he did not like this for a single second. His fur was standing on there ends screaming for him to just leave.

Just as Macaque was about to use the shadows to escape, in a flash of icy blue light the guy was now behind him, and the next thing he know he was being picked up by the neck and for some reason couldn't, fucking move.

What the actual hell is happening???

"Lady Bone Demon would like a word with you~"

In the blink of an eye, the scenery changed form the damaged auditorium he'd rented out to and underground cave with mechanical parts and machines everywhere.

Just one wif of the musty roten air and he knew he was in the Spider Queens lair. But it looked different then it had been that last time he was there.

Then again it's been centuries since he was last there.

He was shortly let go by the insane suite wareing guy and rubbed his neck where it had been grabbed. And just like that the guy disappeared, leaving the Lady Bone Demon in his stead.

"Why greetings Macaque, its beet long since we last spoke"

" not long enough if you ask me"

The white haired lady let out a hum of acknowledgement as she circled the monkey.

...

"Soo any particular reason why you got one of your brain dead servents to get me?" Macaque questioned, pulling back a bit not wanting to be in her immediate range.

Up purely tactical.

"Ah, well it's come to my attention that you poses something of grate use to me" her icy gaze fixed on the lamp.

"Ya not happening" Macaque said flatly, he went though a lot to get his hands on this thing and he wasn't going to part with it so easily. Besides what ever the Lady Bone Demon was planning, would spell doom for the world as they know it.

Macaque my be a bad guy in some sense, maby even be considered an antihero-that was just more of an ass on a good day- but he wasn't one for wold domination.

In the past he just wanted to wreck heaven with his dear beloved friend befor his change of heart, not enslave mankind. They just wanted to prove there worth nothing more. But this bitch, na she was jack shit crazy. It took the combined forces of Demons and celestials alike to seal her away, himself being one of said demons.

"Ohh what a shame, looks like I'll be keeping this little one then"

In a puff of smoke (y/n) collapses on the foor to her, there fur slightly matted with blood and a visible gash on the left eye.

Similar to where his was-

It wasn't deep and wouldn't cause damage, but it still needed treatment.

Holy hell is this where (y/n) was all this time?

Macaques mind was going a mile a minute but he kept his poker face.

"And I sould care about some random kid because?"

"Oh~ Don't play dumb with me, Six Eared Macaque. You know exactly who this little one is" she started using her powers for lift the amber-furred monkey off the ground there one good (color) eye glosed over and hazy.

"After all this is your child"

"Hate to brake it to ya, but I don't have a kid"

"My sources say other wise"

Several screens descended for the walls and around them, all flicked to like to reveal footage of Macaque during his little stalking mission when he first planed to steal the Monkey Kings powers and found out about his long lost kid, and then some other footage of his watching them from the shadows.

Oh, oh no.

"I had my suspension on the Luner New Years, but your reaction solidify's my assumption"

Wha- shit his poker face slipped! Shiiiit

"So I'll ask again, the lamp or your child- they won't die persay, but I think the underground market would pay a hefty sum for one of such unique lineage"

His heart was beating faster than he thought possible, wait why would it be doing that! He shouldn't care! Should he?

Glancing between the lamp and (y/n)'s beaten form Macaque made a decision he might soon come to regret.

-

(Y/n) was having a good evening, well that was until the Spider Queens minions jumped them while on there way to the theater to meet up with the others(minus Sandy, what he had cats to take care of!)

When the first woke up it was in a dingy cell. And the next thing they knew the Spider Queen tried to get information about the Monkey Kings whereabouts.

"Ya right like the peach loving old man tells me anything! So if you could kindly let me on my marry way that would be fantastic"

You realy needed to know when to such your mouth or just give total bullshit information because Queeni had gotten pissed, and tried to beat the information out of you.

The Lady Bone Demon had to pry the spider off you. Saying you still had a use befor you blacking out.

-

When they woke for a second time everything was hazy, and there was muffled talking almost like they where under water.

Water was nice, you should learn to swim! It seems like fun! Maby you could get Mk or Mai to teach you.

After all the Monkey King was a shitty swimmer- wait no he was crap as under water fights, but wouldn't that require swimming as well-

Uh oh, was you being moved? Nooo das no gooood stop!

Ughhh why won't the muffin voices stop! And why can't I feel my eye!

E-y-e

Y E S spelles yes

E Y E S spells eyes how did that one guy get that confused, and you is moving again ST 0 p

Wait this was more comfy than before, is that red? Oh my moons it is! It's so soft!

And soft it was and you drifted to a more comfortable rest this time.

-

The third and final time (y/n) woke, they weren't in a cell, or had a hazy mindset. Areas not that hazy, but this time it was more so due to medicine than pain.

In fact they lay on a plush mattress, with equally soft pillows and nice heavy blankets tossed other them.

As (y/n) sat up they winced in pain slightly.

Looking down they take notice of the bandages, and a slitting head- and there are bandages on your eye as well fucking perfect.

"Good to see your up" a voice greated. Wiping their head to the side, there stood Macaques with a slight concerned look on his face.

Wha- owowowowowowowow

Probably shouldn't be moving so fast as (y/n) winced in pain again.

As (y/n) tried to steady themselves again and think of a retort, and side of the bed diped and a hand was placed oh your forehead, whilst the other heaped your arm.

"What are you-" "checking to see if you're fever spiked " "I has a heaver?" "Fever, and yes it set is last night after a particularly nasty infection" "oh"

"Wait, why are you-"

"The Bone bitch had you, i-i couldn't just let her harm you any more than she already had"

"That's dumb, you're dumb"

Sigh

"Okay back to sleep with you"

"Where am I?" "One of my safe houses, now sleep"

Sleep but what if...

"I-its okay, it'll be okay I'll be here when you wake again"

(y/n) blinked at him.

"I promise" he said softly as he guided you back down to the pillow, he retucked you in and was about to leave when (y/n) caught his hand.

Well fuck

Uhhh, you know what he's had a long fucking day himself he needs some sleep too.

So discarding his scarf to the side, as well as some armor plating and his shoes, Macaque got into the bed himself and just used himself. As he made himself comfortable, back tuned away for his pup a single thought echoed in his head.

'Im a fucking dad now, geat'

--

*Skelton Keys are said to open any door, plus the cannon key had a skull on it so why not?

UwU Anon you have no idea what this means, you have water my crops cleared my skin and my mind is sane!

I was originally planing to have this thing where the spider queen captured the reader/oc and used the robo parasight to make them a follower, but this, this is so much better sksksksksksk

I did most of this on mobile and my auto correct is bitchy 🙃

#lego monkie kid #monkie kid #six eared macaque #macaque #lego monkie kid au #monkie kid problem childern au #problem childern au #au #this is the really good angst #anon your brain is huge #rip a dip dip wrights

[lauraashley93]

Another try at fanfiction. I debated for a good minute about posting this because I don’t feel like it’s as good but eh. Here it is.

Halloween scare

Reader and a couple of the Mayans are coming over for Halloween fun when things start getting a little spooky!

Warnings: none? Swearing?

*

It was Halloween night and Coco, Letty, Ez and Angel were all going to your house to watch scary movies and eat popcorn all night. You had spent all day decorating. You had all the lights off. Candles lit everywhere giving off that spooky feeling. Those silly wine glasses that looked like they were being held by Skelton hands filled with everyone’s drink of choice, big orange and black bowls filled with everything to chips and dip, popcorn and candy. You literally researched every “piss your pants” scary movie known to man to make sure there were no boring ones to slip through. You were dressed in your super fuzzy and soft pumpkin pajama pants with your over sized black shirt that had a ghost on it. To say you were completely extra was an understatement but you were excited and couldn’t wait for everyone to get there.

Soon enough everyone arrived. Letty was admiring all your work and Angel laughed and shook his head.

“Y/n you really have an obsession. There’s gotta be like a Halloween anonymous for you to attend.”

You narrowed your eyes and stuck your tongue out. “Very funny Reyes. Halloween is literally the BEST holiday. We WOULD be finding haunted houses to attend but SOMEONE is a party pooper.”

You rolled your eyes at Angel who just waved you off.

“Those are lame. Not even worth the money. They aren’t even scary. I have to look at Coco every day, now that, that is scary.“

Letty shrugged. “I don’t know. Sounds kinda great to me! Being scared is fun.”

Ez laughed. “It’s alright guys. Angel is just scared he will piss his pants in front of everyone. “

Angel scoffed at his little brother as Coco laughed

“Yeah Angel. Wouldn’t wanna embarrass yourself in front of” coco nodded to you and Angel elbowed coco before he could finish his sentence and shot him a glare. You were too busy laughing and putting in the first movie to notice the little exchange though.

“Okay okay, settle down children. Let’s get this party started!!” You said excitedly as you clapped your hands together.

You sat on the end of the couch followed by Angel. Ez sat on your recliner while Letty and Coco sat on the mess of blankets and pillows you had on the floor. You turned on the first movie and the marathon began.

Three movies later as you’re engulfed in the movie the conjuring you hear a noise in your attic. You furrow your eyebrows together and pause the movie.

“Hey! What are you doing it was just getting good!” Coco shouted in frustration.

“Hush! Didn’t you hear that?” You whispered a look of worry covering your face.

Ez rolled his eyes. “Y/n, you’re just being paranoid. Calm down and watch the movie. “

Angel laughed “yeah mami quit being such a scaredy-cat!”

Letty looked at the guys “no, I heard it too! What if it’s a ghost! Or a killer?!”

Angel rolled his eyes. “Really? Three movies in and you guys are already being ridiculous. And you think you could make it through a haunted house?”

Ez laughed “look, it’s probably just the wind. It is pretty windy out tonight. Just relax. If there is anymore noises I’ll go check it out to ease your mind.”

You pout and snuggle to your blanket and replay the movie but your attention isn’t quite on the movie anymore. Your paranoia is getting to you and you realize that as soon as Letty moves to stretch and you scream because the sudden movement startles you. Everyone is looking at you and you laugh nervously.

“I think I’m gonna go get more beer. Anyone want anything?”

Letty shakes her head. “No, but I’ll go with you.”

You both walk into the kitchen as the boys continue to watch the movie coco turns his attention to Angel.

“So, Hermano, when you gonna man up and make a move on y/n?”

Angels eyes grow wide as he looks at Coco. “What are you a fucking girl? This isn’t a slumber party and we ain’t gossiping so suck a dick bro.”

Ez laughs “come on Angel why so defensive? Why not just go for it?”

“Because dumbass. She, she isn’t into me. Besides, we’re best friends. ”

Ez rolled his eyes “oh quit being a pussy and ask her. You aren’t scared of ghost and goblins but when it comes to a y/h spunky girl, you freeze up. “

Ez and coco laugh as Angel stares daggers at them as y/n walks back into the room.

“What’s so funny you stooges?”

Ez smiles and shakes his head “not a thing mami, not a thing. “

Coco looks around and furrows his brow. “Where’s Letty?”

You look around and shrug. “I don’t know. I thought she came back out here. Maybe she went to the bathroom?”

Right then you all heard a loud scream. Coco jumped up and ran to the back the three of you following close behind him as you start flipping on all the lights.

“She’s probably trying to scare y/n” Ez says trying to relax everyone.

“Letty, leticia! Where are you?” Coco yelled

“Come on Letty this shit ain’t funny” y/n yelled.

The lights start to flicker until they completely shut off. Everything goes quiet for a few moments as the lights turn back on. Angel looks around making sure he sees you first a sigh of relief seeing you’re safe. You smile and grab his hand you look at Coco and grab his hand next holding on tight as if they’re going to disappear.

“Where’s Ez?” You ask.

Angel looks around “EZ? Letty? Yo quit playing your stupid game. It’s getting old and I wanna finish the movie.”

Y/n whispers “you really think they are just playing a prank??”

Angel nods “pff yeah. All that talk about haunted houses not being scary. Probably just trying to pull a fast one. The shit is stupid.”

Coco nods. “Yeah, well shit ain’t funny no more. Leticia get your fucking ass out here or you’re grounded.”

Y/n raises an eyebrow at Coco, trying not to laugh at his attempt at fatherly demands.

“Grounded?” Angel asks the humor in his voice clear as day. “She would beat your ass before she let you ground her papi coco”

Y/n laughed but quickly recovered as Coco glared at the two of you.

“Aye she knows I ain’t playing. We got a mutual respect of things. And making me think a ghost fuckin snatched her ass is grounds for grounding.”

Coco went to go say something else as the lights went off again this time you hear glass shatter and felt Coco’s hand being snatched out of yours as he starts yelling.

“Aye get the fuck off me. I ain’t the one Im gon’ fuck you up. “

“COCO!” Y/n yells

It’s quiet now. Nothing but the sound of the clock ticking as you wait for the lights to come on and you hear Angel sigh.

“So he’s in on it to? Come on guys. You’re gonna have to try harder than that.”

You’re shaking at this point as you’re holding on to Angel. “I don’t think this is a joke, Angel. I’m scared.”

Angels heart races as you hold him tightly and he wraps his arms back around you.

“It’s okay y/n. I gotchu. They’re just trying to pull a Halloween prank. ”

The lights come back on as you look around. The crashing noise had been a vase and Coco was no where to be seen. Angel was getting annoyed.

“Alright shit heads games over. Come out.”

The lights flickered again your grip tightened on Angel and there was a noise behind you. You both turn around as the lights flicker there is a figure at the end of the hall. It’s black shape and white face staring back at you. It slowly raises its hand Pointing toward the two of you.

“Ha. Ha. Very funny. Bravo guys. “

Angel speaks out to the figure and the lights turn out again. You hold your breath as you hear the floor creak. Gripping on to Angel so tight your hand start to hurt. You can swear the creaking gets louder and closer until... it stops. the air is thick and you can swear you hear angels heart rate quicken. A few seconds feels like hours until.. the light pops on and BAM the figure is right there you scream as it grabs ahold of you and drags you back like it’s simply floating quickly across the floor. Angels eyes go wide

“ y/n!!! NO! LET HER GO YOU SON OF A BITCH”

“ANGEL! HELP ME.” You scream. Desperate to get out of the grips of whatever has a hold of you.

Angel takes off running as the lights turn off again. He stops, breathing heavily. Continuing to slowly walk forward.

“Y/n where are you??” His voice is shaky.

He hears something behind him and he turns around quickly trying to see through the darkness. “Y/!n? Coco? Letty? Ez?”

He continues to walk until he feels like he hits a brick wall. He stops, swallows hard and looks up just in time for the lights to come on. He backs up to take in the full picture. A big man in butcher like clothes with blood all over them. A face that looks like it has been cut and rotted? Glossed over eyes, almost zombie like... but zombies aren’t real..are they?

His mind is spazzing as he finally looks down seeing him drag something by their hair, no not something, someone, Letty. He screams and goes to turn around and he turns right into three people in white masks and he stops and drops to his knees screaming so high pitched it might have been mistaken for a girl. Falling to his knees he covers his eyes waiting for his demise but instead he is met with.. laughter? He peeks up seeing coco, you and Ez take off the masks. He turns around seeing Letty getting up laughing. The guy in butchers clothing peeling back the latex on his face revealing Gilly as the culprit. Everyone is laughing except Angel. He slowly stands up and his once scared face is now annoyed as he starts walking toward your back door. You stop laughing “oh no, did we go too far?”

Coco laughed again. “Nah. He will be okay. Just mad cause we got the best of him. “

Ez wiped the tears from his eyes caused from his laughter “yeah, don’t worry about him.” He turned to Gilly, “thanks for the help man, he definitely didn’t expect that. “

Gilly laughed “I’m happy to help. How did you all get it to look like y/n got pulled down the hallway?”

As Coco explained that they had Letty get dressed and put a belt and rope around her and had her stand on a old skateboard so ez and coco could roll her back one they grabbed you, you made you way to the back yard where Angel was out smoking a cigarette.

“Hey” your voice was quiet as you walked up to him. “Don’t be mad at them. It was my idea. I didn’t think you’d get upset.

Angel rolled his eyes. “Upset? How would I not be upset at the thought of the love of my life being taken away and possibly killed?” Angel stopped talking as his cheeks for red as he realized what he just said. You eyes grew wide as his words sank in.

“What? What did you say?” You looked at up him. Angel just stared at the ground and sighed.

“Look, I’m in love with you y/n. I have been for awhile and I didn’t know how to tell you because I didn’t want to ruin anything and I didn’t want ruin what we did have because I can’t stand the thought of you not in my life.”

Y/n is now smiling at his rambling and shuts him up by slamming her body to his and kissing him fast and hard. Angel wraps his arms around you and kisses you back urgently. Feeling intoxicated by your taste. You finally pull back to catch your breath with a smile on your lips.

“Angel Reyes, you sir are an idiot. If I knew all it took was someone trying to kidnap me to get you to tell me I would have done this a long time ago. I love you, too. I was just waiting for you to grow a pair and come claim me. “

Angel smiled at that and pulled you closer. “Well consider yourself claimed mi amor. You are mine forever now.”

You both smiled kissing each other again as you could hear shouting and “finally’s” coming from the house.

“It’s about damn time. Now , get your asses in here so we can finish this movie.” Letty explained as you and Angel laughed following her inside to continue your movie night. Halloween is always amazing for you, but this will always be your favorite.

@angelreyesgirl @auroraariza @spookys-girl @trulysuccubus @stunning-shitz

[schrijverr]

'Till Death Do Us Part

Part 12 out of 13

When Alex has to bring Philip to work, he and Thomas discover that they both have something in common: they lost their love. They form an unexpected bond and connection about this that grows into something more.

A medium burn with parental feelings about Philip and flowers.

On AO3.

Ships: Jamilton

Warnings: grief, self deprication, mentions of death and unhealthy coping.

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Chapter 12: Green Locust Tree Means ‘Affection from Beyond the Grave’

“Where is Thomas?” Alex asked, coming down into the kitchen to find Mary the only one there. He had thought Thomas would already by up, but he wasn’t anywhere else in the house and now also not in the kitchen.

“Ah, uhm,” Mary look away unsure.

“Did something happen?” Alex frowned.

“No, not- No, no,” Mary gestured vaguely, “He left this morning.”

“Left?” Alex repeated, voice shrill.

“Not left left, he just drove off,” Mary assured him, “He’ll be back.”

“Do you know where he went?” Alex asked, voice still a bit higher than usual.

“Yeah, but…” Mary trailed off.

“It’s personal,” Alex filled in understanding, seeing Mary nod gratefully. He checked: “Does it have something to do with Martha?”

“He talks about her to you?” Mary sounded surprised.

Alex laughed mentally, but outwardly he just smiled gently: “Yeah, I- uhm, my husband died a few years back. That’s- that’s what got us talking. Is he okay?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I- I didn’t-”

“I know, it’s okay,” Alex assured her, “But Thomas? Did he look okay?”

Mary bit her lip, then said: “He looked pretty upset actually. I think he’s visiting Martha, she’s buried near here.”

“Is the date important?” he asked.

“Not that I know,” Mary looked helpless.

“Would you mind keeping an eye on Pip today? I’m going to check on him,” Alex told her, “Can you give me the location?”

Mary nodded and wrote it down while Alex got dressed in record speed, kissing Philip on his forehead as he told him he would be back later and to behave for his Auntie Mary and to play nice with Francie and Kitty.

Then he got into Mary’s van and drove to the cemetery. At the drive over he wondered if he was making the right choice to intrude, but Mary had told him Thomas had looked upset and he just wanted to make sure he was okay, that he wouldn’t do anything stupid, like drive. Which he had.

He stopped at the unfamiliar rows of stone, feeling out of place as he scanned them for Thomas’s figure.

In the end, he saw a familiar magenta coat in the distance near a field with a tree. Alex walked over to him softly, clearing his throat once he was nearby.

Thomas startled slightly and looked back, mouth opening and closing without sound when he saw Alex as if he wanted to explain, but couldn't.

“I would ask if you were okay, if I didn’t already know the answer,” Alex broke the silence, “Want a hug?”

Nodding wordlessly, Thomas opened his arms for Alex to stand in, wrapping the smaller man in them and resting his chin on Alex’s head as he continued to look at the tree. Alex could see the stone in front of it. It read:

Martha Wayles Skelton Jefferson

1985 - 2014

Loving wife and beautiful woman

A dearly missed soul

“All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us”

After a long silence in which Alex could only hear Thomas sniffle softly, Thomas spoke up: “She wanted that quote on her stone, she actually made it. Except the date.”

Alex hummed and rubbed Thomas’s back, giving him the time to gather his thoughts.

“She had a heavy attack on this date,” Thomas said after a while, “She died on the 6thof September, but-” his voice broke and he took a shaky breath, “but today is the last day we ever spoke.”

Mentally Alex did the math. They had been staying at Monticello for a while now, so it was already the 8thof August, which meant Thomas hadn’t spoken to Martha for nearly an entire month. He asked: “What happened?”

Thomas shrugged: “She had an attack, they put her under for surgery and she just never woke up again.”

“Must have been hard,” Alex sympathized, he couldn't even begin to think how it must be to sit next to the one you loved most, having to wait and hope for them to wake up, while they never would again.

“It was,” Thomas said, then picked up steam as he got more upset, “It fucking was. I spend so long knowing she would go and then it happened and I still didn’t see it coming and I just had to wait and sit there for it to finally happen. And everyone always acts like the date it happened hurts the most, but it doesn’t because she was just a living corpse and I had to sit there and watch her die. I didn’t even get to talk to her,…”

Alex felt him buckle against him, so he softly lowered them both to the ground and held Thomas as he cried.

“I- I did- dn’t get- get to say good- goodbye,” Thomas sobbed, “I- I did- didn’t get to- to say I lo- love you.”

As Thomas cried, Alex scratched the back of his head, while he whispered: “She knew, it sucks you didn’t get to tell her, but she knew.”

“What?” Thomas rasped, eyes red and puffy.

“She knew you loved her, she knew,” Alex repeated, “I know how fucking much it sucks that you didn’t get to tell her again, but she knew it.”

Thomas looked at him for a moment, then back to the stone, then up to the tree, before looking back to Alex. Alex could see him swallow, then blink away a few tears, before scowling. Thomas broke eye contact and huffed: “How do you know that?”

Alex took a deep breath and reminded himself that Thomas was hurting and didn’t really think about those words, so instead he softly said: “Because I have to tell myself that too.”

He hadn’t gotten to say anything to John either. Sure, he didn’t have to watch John waste away and he didn’t know if he could have, but he had to live with the fact that he had brought John to the airport and waved with Pip’s little hand as John walked off on a tour he would never come back form.

“God, I’m- I’m sorry, ‘Lex, I wasn’t- I wasn’t thinking,” Thomas mumbled.

“I know, it’s okay, you don’t have to say sorry,” and Alex meant it, he had said many things in times like these that he didn’t mean because his head wasn’t on straight, he got it.

“Still fucking dick move,” Thomas chuckled out humorlessly.

“Maybe,” Alex shrugged, “But I did mean it. And she knew. If I know you, then I know you were there the entire time. She knew. It might be a small comfort and nothing substantial, but that one moment wasn’t defining. She knew.”

Thomas quieted and stared at the headstone. With a distant voice he repeated: “She knew.”

They sat side by side in front of the grave under the shadow of the tree in silence. Alex just let Thomas take his time, not interfering but being a calming presence for him to lean on if he needed it.

“Being here again with you and having this, it just- it made me realize how much I wanted to say to her and how unfair it was that I never got to,” Thomas said after a while. He hadn’t broken down like this in a long while over her death date.

Alex nodded, then suggested: “You can tell her now.”

“She won’t hear,” Thomas told him bitterly, “There’s nothing after death.”

“And John doesn’t hear me either whenever I go to his grave, nor Pip,” Alex replied, “He might’ve believed in Heaven, but I don’t, just like Martha believed she’s up in the sky. Talk to her, just in case she’s right.”

Thomas hesitated, so Alex offered: “I can give you some privacy if you want.”

“No,” Thomas grabbed his hand, then softly repeated it: “No, no it’s okay. Stay.”

“Alright,” Alex squeezed Thomas’s hand like the other had done so many times for him, hoping to give him a bit of comfort.

“Hi, Martha,” Thomas said awkwardly after clearing his throat, “I’m sorry for saying that, you might hear me. I- uhm, I wanted to tell you that I love you. I always want to tell you that, but back then I wanted to tell you it even more, I didn’t want my last words to you to be ‘hold on,’ because I know you were trying and-”

He took a shuddery breath, then went on: “And I know it was a selfish request and I’m sorry for that. Instead I wanted to say thank you for being there for as long as you have, for brightening my days even though you were the one fading. So, thank you and I love you.”

Alex laid his head on Thomas’s shoulder and Thomas leaned back to him and whispered: “I love you too, Alex. Thanks for looking for me.”

“Of course,” Alex simply replied, “I love you too.”

After a beat Thomas said: “It’s a green locust tree. Martha said it reminded her of ferns and she thought it was funny that it looked like ground covering plants had just randomly turned into trees.”

“The leaves do look like ferns,” Alex agreed after he had studied them for a moment.

“It was smaller when I was here last” Thomas mused, “Almost like she’s still growing. Maybe her spirit is in it, she always did like the idea of joining nature. Even if the stars spoke to her more.”

Alex hummed in agreement.

“Fuck I haven’t been here in forever,” Thomas sighed.

“It’s not a requirement to come,” Alex told him, “Sometimes life happens.”

“I avoided it, even ran to fucking France for a few years, Alex, that’s pretty shitty to do,” Thomas replied, “I’m just being shitty.”

“You’re not shitty,” Alex said, Thomas shot him a look and Alex correct, “Or everyone does something shitty when these things happen.”

“Somehow I find it hard to picture you ignoring John’s grave.”

“Because I didn’t-”

“See.”

“Because instead I threw myself into work and was there so much it was fucking unhealthy, Thomas. Those first few weeks, Eliza cared more for Philip than I did. Washington threw me out the office every day for a month until I stopped staying so late,” Alex told Thomas, “Maybe running to France was a healthy thing to do.”

Thomas was silent as he thought about that.

“Maybe,” he said, then sighed, “Yeah, maybe, but I still feel shit about it and I hate that I didn’t talk to my Ma because of it and I hate how I rarely came home just because I didn’t want to face this.”

“Luckily you can start now,” Alex nudged him slightly and didn’t add: like I did by being a decent parent for Pip.

“You’re right,” Thomas got up and held his hand out to Alex to hoist him up.

Alex let him, but quirked a brow at the sudden change in attitude. Thomas shrugged: “What better time than now? I think Ma mentioned hiking today.”

“Lead the way,” Alex smiled as they left the cemetery, not seeing how the tree lit up with sunlight and the wind made the branches wave.

When they got back to Monticello, Philip asked: “Where did you go Da?”

“I just went to say hi to your Auntie Martha like you and Papa go say hi to your Daddy from time to time,” Thomas explained.

“Did you tell her about everything that happened?” Philip asked.

“Sort of,” Thomas answered, “Where is your Mawmaw? I think we were going hiking today, wanna come too?”

“Yes!” Philip cheered, before pointing towards the kitchen while he raced off in a different direction to Kitty and Francie, who were terrorizing Sir Poof.

They went on a hike, with Randy telling the twins and Pip all sorts of things aboutthe plants they encountered on the trail while Mary and Jane talked about the market they’d gone to together yesterday and Alex and Thomas kept on the background, holding hands.

While they walked, they laughed and Alex was happy to see Thomas’s crinkles appear once Philip came to beg for a piggy back ride, which he got. Since Thomas couldn't say no to him ever.

After that Kitty and Francie wanted one too, so Alex and Randy were roped into that, which turned into a small race.

In short, they enjoyed their days in Monticello for the two weeks they were still there. Even when Mary had to go and take the twins back, because she wanted to spend time with her husband and Randy went back to college to move into his dormearly.

Alex learned to cook a few more recipes from Jane, in the end calling her Ma like Thomas did, just because it felt right.

Thomas swam with Philip and drank tea with Jane every night, before he and Alex would sit on the porch and watch the stars.

It felt like movie and all were upset when they had to leave.

Jane hugged Thomas tightly and told him to come visit more often as she pinched his cheek, before also telling him to be good to Alex.

“I will, Ma,” Thomas swore to do both.

She then turned to Philip and handed him a box with cookies, before she said: “You take care of both your dads for me okay? Be good for them”

“Yes, Mawmaw Jane,” Philip chirped.

“And I’ll put your drawing on the wall, make sure to come see,” she added. The drawing in question was the one Philip had made of Monticello with the dragon. He had given it to Jane and she had loved it.

“I will,” Philip said.

Thomas lead Philip to the car to buckle him in, while Alex shook Jane’s hand and said: “Thank you for letting us stay here, Ma. It was amazing.”

“Of course, dearie,” she told him, taking his hand to pull him into a hug, “You and Philip always have a home here.”

“Thank you,” Alex’s voice broke slightly and he tried not to let it get to him.

As Jane let go, she said: “Look out for Thomas will you, he can get on his own nerves.”

“You know I will,” Alex assured her.

“Good,” Jane nodded, “Have a safe trip.”

“Bye.”

And with that Alex got into the car as well, all of them waving to the lone figure on the porch as they drove back home for the new school year.

Since they had spend such a big chunk of time together at Monticello that summer, they had decided that the first week back they would stay at their own homes. This, however, came to a head on the 28thof August.

He and Philip were sitting at the dinner table with Hoppin’ Johns in front of them holding hands as Alex spoke: “Today John was taken from us and put into your care, Lord. We ask you to take care of him while we remember him. Amen.”

“Amen,” Pip said, before he started eating.

Alex took a moment to look at him and his heart softened as Philip’s little curls bounced on his head while he ate. He had started first grade this year and Alex was so proud of him and how much he was already growing.

Above the mantle hung a picture of John and Alex really wanted someone to share with how much Philip had grown.

And all of a sudden he felt very, veryalone.

He ate his food and set up everything for the next day, before he tucked Philip in while the loneliness hung over him like a fog. With Philip in bed he picked up his phone.

“Hi, darlin’,” Thomas greeted him, “How are you?”

“Good, good,” Alex said absentmindedly.

“Alex?” Thomas sounded a bit concerned.

“Well, actually,” Alex carefully began, now that he was calling, he suddenly realized why and how that might impact everything, “Actually, I called you, because I was feeling lonely.”

“Yeah?” Thomas asked.

“Yeah, house hasn’t been the same without you,” Alex shrugged, “Guess I just got used to you being around.”

“I get that feeling,” Thomas told him.

“You do?” Alex tried to hide his surprise, but he was pretty sure he failed.

“Yup,” Thomas said, then he carefully added, “Your house has a more homey feel, with all the pictures on the walls.”

Alex picked up on the subtle testing of the water and replied: “Well, there is plenty of room on the walls left.”

“Are you…?” Thomas didn’t finish the sentence, cutting himself off.

“Am I what?” Alex wasn’t falling for it and suggesting it first.

“Are you implying what I think you’re implying?” Thomas said.

“That depends on what you think I’m implying, but probably,” Alex answered, holding his breath anxiously.

“Well, I thought you were implying that maybe we could talk about moving in together?” Thomas sounded unsure, ready to take his words back.

“Then you are absolutely correct in your observation,” Alex told him.

Thomas let out a relieved breath, before saying: “That’s a big decision.”

“Just putting the thought out there,” Alex answered, “I still need to run it by Pip, but I would be up for it.”

“Well, that certainly is an idea I’m willing to consider,” Thomas said, “But this is more a conversation to have face to face, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, probably,” Alex agreed, “Want to come over tomorrow?”

“Sure,” he could hear the smile in Thomas’s voice.

Alex wanted to just sit and listen to Thomas right now and not feel so alone. He noticed how much better he’d felt the momenthe’d heard Thomas’s voice. So, he settled on the couch, curling up against the side as he asked: “Tell me about your day?”

And Thomas did, he just talked about nothing for the most part. He told Alex about the dog he’d seen on the way home, the book he was reading, what he and James had talked about last time they’d called, something stupid Lafayette had send him.

As Thomas talked, Alex let himself relax, just softly humming at the right places. The sounds of home filling up the space and making his heart less empty.

The next day Thomas was the one, who went home early to pick up Philip from school. When Philip walked out and saw him, he yelled: “Da! Da! What are you doing here? Papa said you wouldn’t be home until the weekend.”

“Well, I wanted to surprise my favorite little kiddo,” Thomas ruffled his hair.

“‘M not little,” Philip pouted, fixing his hair, “I’m already in first grade.”

“I know, Pip, I know,” Thomas grinned, “Since you’re such a big boy, I’m sure you can drive us home.”

Philip crossed his arms: “That’s mean, Da.”

“Sorry, kiddo,” Thomas told him, “Just had to tease. Come get in and tell me about your week. How is school going? You adjusting okay?”

Doing as he was told, Philip said: “We’ve been learning to write and I’m doing very well and I got a star next to my name today.”

“Really?” Thomas asked.

“Yup,” Philip answered, “And were learning about addition and that’s kind of hard, but Theo gets it. She’s good with numbers and she explained it to me.”

“Oh wow,” Thomas listened to Philip talk as he drove home, thinking to himself that he definitely wouldn’t mind hearing Pip talk about school everyday.

That evening during dinner Alex brought it up, he and Thomas had briefly talked about it during lunch, so it didn’t come as a surprise. He said: “Hey, Pip. Can I ask you about something and get a serious answer from you?”

Philip stopped eating and nodded: “Did something bad happen?”

“No, buddy,” Alex assured him, “It’s just that me and your Da wanted to have your thoughts about Da moving in here, so that it’s not two houses anymore. Since you live here as well, we wanted your opinion too.”

“You’re moving in!” Philip exclaimed, eyes bright.

“We’re thinking about it, nothing certain yet, but I take that as a yes from you,” Thomas chuckled.

“It’ll be so much fun if you move in, we can read stories every night and you and Papa can smile all the time,” Philip rambled excitedly.

Thomas and Alex met each other’s eyes and it was almost decided there and then.

They did sit down and talk about it more in depth after, but soon after it was decided. When the decision was made, it quickly turned into a whole circus.

It began with Eliza and Maria finding out from Pip after they’d picked him up from school the day after Alex and Thomas had told him. So when Alex got Philip from them, Eliza put her hands on her hip and asked: “When we’re you going to inform us that Thomas is moving in with you?”

“I was hoping once Thomas was putting his house on sale,” Alex told her, “But I suppose that’s no longer the case, because a little rascal talked?”

“You bet you, now come on, tell me more,” Eliza said, pulling him into the house.

“It’s just what it says on the tin, Thomas is moving in with me,” Alex said, “We both wanted it, so why not. We just didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.”

Eliza smirked: “It’s too late for that.”

“Oh no, what now?” Alex asked, fearing for his life – metaphorically, well, partially metaphorically.

“You really think that if me and Maria know and Pip is excited about that Angie and Laf won’t find out,” Eliza told him, “If you want them to not attack you, they should hear it from you.”

“Fuck,” Alex said.

“Exactly,” Eliza grinned, before she called Philip over and waved them off, “Good luck.”

He dialed Laf frist, right after dinner: “Hi, Laf.”

“Bonjour, Bonjour, Alexandre,” Lafayette greeted him cheerily over the phone, “What can I do for you?”

“Depends on where you are?” Alex asked.

“Do you need someone to surveille Philipe?” he asked, “Because then you need to find someone else, I’m afraid. I am eating lunch at Le Cinqin a bit.”

“No, you not being here is perfect,” Alex told him.

“Now I am offended.” Lafayette said.

“It’s nothing bad,” Alex assured him, “Just that Thomas and I have decided to move in together and I love and appreciate you, but I don’t want you to freak out.”

“You’re moving together!” Lafayette screamed into the phone.

Alex held the phone away from his face, already anticipating that. He carefully held it back and answered: “Yeah, it’s not happening right now, but we’re starting to plan it. You weren’t going to know yet, but Pip told ‘Liza, so felt only fair.”

“Alexandre, you will have to tell me more,” Lafayette said, “Will you move into one of your houses? Is there going to be a housewarming party? What’s happening?”

“Thomas will move in with me and Pip, probably not, we’re moving in together,” Alex went down the list.

“I am so excitéfor you,” Laf beamed through the phone, Alex could practically hear it, “Tell me if you need help moving when the time comes.”

“I will, Laf, I will,” after that he hung up, not sure if he was going to keep that promise.

He then called Angelica: “Hi Angie?”

“Alex, is there a reason you’re calling me this late in the evening?” she greeted him.

“Well, I’ve been told you liked to be kept up to date, since apparently you’re living vicariously through my relationship, but if you don’t wanna hear I can hang up,” he told her.

“No, no, stay. Tell me,” Angelica stopped him.

“Me and Thomas are – at some point in the nearby future – moving in together,” he said.

“Really!”

“Yeah.”

“I’m so happy for you both,” Angelica told him, “I would offer to help move, but I’m not carrying furniture, make Herc or Laf do that.”

“If Herc offers to help, I’m asking him,” Alex assured her, “I don’t trust Laf with throw pillows. I love him, but he’s clumsy.”

“Tell me about it,” Angelica rolled her eyes fondly, “Remember that time at the press conference, the whole world saw him eat dirt.”

“I don’t think he ever recovered from that.”

They both chuckled at the memory of a young Lafayette falling on the podium at his first live press conference.

“So, anyway, that’s why I called,” Alex said, “Thought you would like to hear it from me, not from Pip or something.”

“Who did he tell,” the amusement was heavy in her voice.

“Betsy and Maria,” Alex answered.

“Oohh, lucky, that could have been worse,” she replied.

“Yeah, it could have been you,” Alex teased.

“Glad you know your place in my life,” she grinned.

“Har har,” Alex said, “But how have you been, haven’t heard from you in forever.”

“Been good, been good,” she replied.

They talked a bit more before hanging up. And with Laf and Angie knowing, it wasn’t long before more text started to pour in as news spread through his friends. Most of them reminding them to call them if they needed help with the moving.

Together they shook their heads and laughed at their friends, but warmth spread through them as well when they saw how quickly everyone sprang to their aid.

Thomas called his Ma as well, who told them she’d start knitting a blanket for on the couch and which colors it should be.

Green and purple, was their final choice.

He didn’t tell Alex, but his Ma had done the same when he and Martha bought their first house together. It had been purple and orange. It was disgusting looking and both had loved it until it had perished.

As time passed Thomas spend more and more time at Alex’s house while his own turned into a kingdom of boxes as he sorted through his stuff, seeing what had to come with him, what he might store for later and what he didn’t need anymore and had just been collecting dust. While Alex did the same to make space for Thomas’s stuff.

They had also decided to make a few decorating choices together, which mostly consisted of painting a few walls. That had been an interesting weekend for sure.

Philip had also been allowed to paint his walls a different color. They were still yellow from when John and Alex had decorated way back when, but now Philip wanted them light green. He would also be painting new stuff on it, claiming that ‘I can draw much better now Papa, you’ll see. I’m drawing dragons and they’re going to be much, much better.’

When the big moving day came, they called upon all their friends, who had texted them. It would also function as their house warming party, which basically meant that at the end they would buy everyone pizza.

Herc and Thomas had been dismantling furniture and carrying it all day, while James and Maria drove back and forth over the small distance between the two houses, while Philip and Peggy helped with getting boxes into Alex’s house.

Alex was delegating inside the house, both carrying and unpacking since he knew which boxes where supposed to go where. While Eliza unboxed the more basic stuff that already had a spot in the home.

Lafayette was on charity shop duty, bringing everything that was no longer useful to the charity shop. Though, they send Angelica with him to supervise just in case.

That evening most of the boxes where unpacked and Thomas’s house was empty. They were all sitting around with pizza and beer or soda.

“No one is allowed to move anytime soon,” Herc said rolling his shoulder, “If any of you do, I’m not helping.”

“Boo, boo,” Peggy jeered and Angelica joined immediately.

“Oh shove off, you didn’t carry heavy stuff all day,” Herc complained.

“Faible,” Lafayette yelled.

“I don’t know what that means, so I’m gonna take that as support,” Herc huffed.

“He called you weak, Herc.”

“Alexandre, you betray me like this?” Laf clutched his heart as if wounded and fell backwards, nearly missing Herc’s shove.

“Y’all are rude, I’m never helping you again,” Herc bit his pizza moodily, though everyone knew it was a joke, Herc would always be ready to help any of them.

Still, that didn’t stop Eliza from innocently asking: “Even me, Herc?”

“No, not you, never you, Eliza. You’re sweet and much better than anyone else here,” Herc assured her.

Immediately there was an uproar as everyone accused him of playing favorites, which Herc deflected by saying: “It’s not playing favorites, if you’re all mean to me.”

“Exactly,” Eliza said, before her grin turned shit eating, “Herc, wanna help me move tomorrow?”

Laughter roared through the group and Herc yelled: “Et tu, ‘Liza?”

She just blew him a kiss.

When everyone left that evening, Alex got out a hammer and nail and walked up to the picture wall in the hallway. Before he could hammer, Thomas asked: “What are you doing?”

“Adding an important finishing touch,” Alex replied mysteriously.

He put a nail in the wall, then got out a picture frame. He shuffled the stuff on the wall around a bit before he hung up the frame.

“Hey, that’s me and Da,” Philip pointed out.

Thomas smiled when he recognized the picture from their second date at the park. He and Philip were busy with the kite, both laughing. He commented: “I didn’t know you took that.”

“At first I thought it might be a it much, then I thought it would be a nice surprise,” Alex explained, “Initially it was going to be a birthday present, but I thought this moment more fitting wouldn’t you agree?”

“It’s perfect, ‘Lex,” Thomas kissed his cheek.

“Ieww,” Philip giggled.

“I see it’s bed time for you, buddy,” Alex grinned.

“Nooo,” Philip shrieked as he quickly ran away, laughter floating down the hall as Alex set off behind him. Thomas watched the two go, then looked back to the picture as he smiled.

The next day was a Sunday and they used that to unpack the rest of their stuff as well as putting the furniture back together, which was also a real test of their relationship.

“Alex, I dismantled this table, okay. I know where this is supposed to go,” Thomas huffed pointing at the table leg.

“But it looks weird like that,” Alex frowned.

“Well, maybe it’s a weird table.”

“Why would we want to keep a weird table?”

“Papa, Da? I think these belong to the chair, not the table,” Philip tiny voice spoke up. He had spotted a few dismantled chairs near the table, with more legs that looked like the ones they were trying to put on the table and made the conclusion that the legs must not be from the table, but the chairs instead.

Both looked at the table, then to the chairs, then back to the table, before meeting each other’s eyes and bursting out in laughter.

Alex ruffled Philip’s hair and said: “I think you’re right, buddy.”

Thomas laughed: “Oh my God, we’re both stupid.”

“According to my teacher, stupid is a bad word,” Philip said.

“Yeah?” Alex asked.

“Hm-mh,” Philip nodded, “Because no one is stupid and that kind of says that a person who just didn’t know something, because no one told them is not as good as other people. You should say that you weren’t informed properly.”

“You’re a wise little man, Pip,” Thomas said, “I stand corrected, Alex, we were misinformed about this not weird and perfectly good table.”

“Dork,” Alex said.

“What’s misinformed?”

“It means that you got the wrong information,” Alex explained.

“So what I said.”

“Exactly, kiddo,” Thomas agreed, “So, how about you help me with the table while Papa goes to put the frames on the wall, because you have a sharper eye for this than him.”

“Excuse me, you grabbed the wrong legs,” Alex said, even if he did start to move away.

“Yeah, and I’ve put a nail into the wall exactly once and that was a disaster,” Thomas told him, “If you appreciate your plaster, I would suggest you do it.”

“You can’t put a nail in the wall?” Alex laughed.

“Don’t laugh at me,” Thomas moped.

“I’m not laughing, just wondering how you got stuff on your wall in your old house.”

“I called James, okay. Martha did it before that.”

“My Auntie Martha?”

“Yeah, Pip, your Auntie Martha,” Thomas confirmed.

“She’s coming to hang with Daddy right?”

“Jup, putting the nails in now,” Alex said, still chuckling slightly as he gathered the stuff.

Above the mantle, they were putting four pictures. Two of them portraits of both Martha and John and two wedding pictures. The portraits were bigger and the wedding pictures would hang underneath, neither acknowledging the fact that a third picture couldfit between them.

John’s was him standing in the park under a tree with baby Philip in his arms. He was wearing his hair in a pony tail and he just looked back, smiling at Alex behind the camera. Martha was sitting on the swing in Monticello, her white summer dress flowing in the wind, perfectly still along with her frozen laughter.

They watched over the house, both adding warmth and laughter to their main family space.

~~~~~~~~~~

A/N:

I am once again telling you to not use my fic as a guide to deal with grief, just in case you have forgotten, this is not really the medium to get information from.

Also Laf was pretty clumsy, he actually got laughed off the French court for his dancing, so my clumsy man.

Me at the pictures: “Is this foreshadowing? Did I do it? Oehlalala (pls I’m really proud of all the little stuff I managed to bring back in later chapter, pls notice my hard work)

#RR writing #tw: grief #tw: death mention #tw: unhealthy coping mention #tw: self deprecation #Hamilton #Hamilton AU #Alexander Hamilton #Thomas Jefferson #Philip Hamilton #Eliza Schuyler #Angelica Schuyler #Lafayette #Marquis de Lafayette #Hercules Mulligan #Jamilton #'Till Death Do Us Part #'Till Death Do Us Part Part 12 #'Till Death Do Us Part AU

[samfraserlover]

You Made Me Hate This City{Fear street 1994 fanfic}

✶･ﾟ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ﾟ･✶: Being the sister of a victim in the 1994 mall massacre was tough, but almost being killed in it is really the cherry on top.

relationships: Kate Schmidt x Violet Watkins{romantic} 1994 characters and Violet Watkins{Platonic} Heather Watkins and Violet Watkins{sisters} 

𝗩𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗪𝗮𝘁𝗸𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗧𝗮𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗮 𝗙𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗴𝗮--- 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦.

𝐈𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐣𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫

Violet doesn't believe in God, but at the moment she wished that he was there to save her because she was completely fucked. Totally fucked. Her heart was beating out of her chest, who was this, what did they want? she was just closing up shop, trying to find her sister when a scream sounded through the empty mall. running to the source of the sound, Violet was scared shitless. The sight of her sister, under the gate, legs being pulled by a skull costume. Violet jumped right into action grabbing her sisters arms and pulling heather to safety. “What the fuck is going on?” Violet whisper yelled as Heather pulled her across the mall. “No time for questions! Ryan? Ryan?” her sister yelled out for their Torres friend, who was seemingly nowhere to be found. Violet peeked out and saw the skull mask, creeping around. He had a knife in hand, which caused the pair to silently panic, scrambling behind the counter. Violet held her breath as Heather tried to call the police, getting interrupted when skull mask crept into the store \ Trying to sneak away wasn't an option because he caught up to the Pair, stabbing Violet’s shoulder and slitting Heather's stomach. “Shit! Heather, oh god.” Violet mumbled as she looked over her sister's state while crouching in a corner. they both huffed and wheezed, while watching the Skelton man creep up again, stabbing a doll instead of what he thought was them. this caused them to get the upper hand and knock him over, but he bounced back and whacked Violet in the forehead with the end of his blade, a gash forming on their head, while Heather started to run, dragging them with her. But they couldn't run forever, Violet so desperately wished they could, but he caught up and stabbed Heather in the back, and stabbed Violet in the stomach, making her fall and clutch her stomach, trying to put pressure on the wound. Violet may have been safe, barely moving but just enough life and fight left in them, Heather wasn't as lucky, meeting her demise with a knife plunged into her heart, A betrayal from her best friend, Ryan. Violet dragged herself over to the two bodies, still merged, a bullet put through Ryan’ head by Sheriff Goode, as Heather writhed and twitched with pain. “Please look at me, Don’t you give up on me, Don’t you dare.” but Heather's eyes were closing, causing Violet to sob louder.

“No, open your eyes, Heather, SEE ME!” they choked on a sob. That was it, How her sister died, how the dead girl living was born, and how the killings of 94′ started, and Violet prayed that would be the end. But it wasn't, of course. She was one unlucky son of a bitch.

#fear street 1994 #heather watkins #horror #taissa farmiga #skull mask

[mychemicallyimbalancedromantic]

it was always you

summary: ray is in love with chris. suddenly, he can't take it. but what does chris think? title taken from always by panic! at the disco. rating: teen fandom: life on mars pairing: ray/chris

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sometimes, ray thought as he entered the fifth hour of surveillance, christopher skelton was insufferable. of course, he was a great person- smarter than he thought, always ready to go along with any plan, an infectious positive force. for all that and more, ray loved him- which was precisely the problem. ray loved chris far more than he should, and was being quite painfully reminded of it as chris tossed his head back in his full, beautiful laugh- so much more unrestrained than his typical mannerisms. his heart twisted and his own, far less musical, laughter stopped.

noticing that ray was quiet, though not picking up on why, chris suppressed his giggles long enough to ask what had happened next. jumping slightly, ray blinked like he’d been pulled from deep thought and muttered “that’s it, really.” typically, chris couldn’t be accused of being overly observant, but he knew ray well enough to notice a difference between this closed-off murmur and his previous jovial tone. he turned, serious now, to ask what was wrong, but before he could say anything, ray opened his door and stepped out hurriedly, throwing out some excuse about buying cigarettes. chris  was left wondering what he’d missed as he stared at the half-full packet of cigarettes visible in ray’s jacket pocket through the open window.

when he thought ray had been gone for a disproportionate amount of time, chris decided to go and look for him. he picked up the keys to their unmarked car and a radio, then headed towards the small shop around the corner. realistically, he knew ray wouldn’t have gone there, but he still asked the shopkeeper if she’d seen him. she hadn’t, so chris returned to the car and set off in the opposite direction.

sure enough, when chris rounded the corner he saw ray leaning against a brick wall with a cigarette between his lips and the evidence of several more scattered around his feet. not sure how to approach, chris cleared his throat to make ray look over at him. “alright, mate?” he started, desperately trying to keep it light though the red tinge around ray’s blue eyes told him that wouldn’t last long. “you can smoke in the car, y’know.” ray smirked sadly. “i know.” 

“so what’s wrong?” as chris smiled encouragingly, ray felt like he had to close his eyes; chris’ smile was like seeing the sun after a long, dark night. though it had never occurred to him to describe anyone who wasn’t a woman as pretty, that word hit him like a slap to the face, seeing chris lit up in that golden afternoon glow.

 suddenly, ray was struck with a strange feeling, like he had nothing to lose. before the feeling could fade, he squeezed his eyes shut to completely block out chris’ face, took a deep breath, and just started talking. “i’m in love with you, chris,” he started. easily, the sentence could have stopped there, but when ray started talking he found himself unable to stop. “i really love you. it’s almost impossible to be around you sometimes- i look at you and it just hits me, and i  feel like i have to get away before it kills me.” finally, ray dared to open his eyes, then immediately wished he hadn’t. he didn’t know what he’d expected to see on chris’ face, but that completely baffled look, like he wore when translating sam’s monologues into proper english, wasn’t it. eventually, watching and waiting for chris’ face to show any signs of processing what he’d said became too painful, so ray turned and fled with hardly a thought spared to how he would get home (and it had to be home- the detectives he worked with would doubtless ask why he was crying, and ‘i’m in love with a fellow male officer’ wouldn’t be well received).

chris knew he had fucked up. he hadn’t reacted properly- or at all- to ray’s confession, which must have taken more guts than chris had, and so ray had left, bringing years of friendship with him. the whole way back to the unmarked car and then towards the station, chris tried desperately to think of something, anything he could have said, but his mind wouldn’t cooperate. words and fragments of sentences swirled around in his head, refusing to form full sentences. how did he feel about this? chris had never considered a relationship with ray- or any other man, for that matter. he wasn’t homophobic; his issues with sam and gene’s relationship stemming more from their obsession with kissing in the guv’s office without locking the door, but hadn’t thought he’d ever have that kind of relationship- wouldn’t he know if he was gay? maybe not though- he wouldn’t have assumed gene or ray were. stopped at a traffic light, chris let himself consider the possibility of being with another man- taking his hand, holding him, kissing him. he was surprised to find that he wasn’t that opposed to it, but there wasn’t that discernible click, the spark sam had mentioned when drunkenly talking about gene. then, he changed tactics and imagined those things with ray. suddenly, he felt the same as he did at the end of a case, when all the puzzle pieces slotted into place- like this was so undeniably right that he couldn’t believe he’d never seen it before. chris was in love with ray. probably had been for a long time, without ever realising. he swung the car around, aiming for ray’s flat before it was too late. 

as if he were deliberating, ray ran the rope through his fingers. for quite some time, he’d struggled to reconcile himself with the understanding that this was likely to be his ending. chris (just thinking that name made ray’s heart twist sharply) had tried to help when he’d found out, but ray couldn’t see an alternative. he’d ruined everything. chris would never want to talk to him again. he had no other close friends, gene had always been his superior so there was a power imbalance, and he didn’t talk to anyone else at the station outside of necessity, missing chris’ good nature that made him so easy to get along with. cid only ran smoothly when everyone could work together well, and ray had never been good at setting aside his differences to work with other people, as working with sam showed. ultimately, either ray or chris would have to leave the station, the way ray saw it as he mapped out the next several months of his hypothetical life. as the super didn’t know most of the team, he’d leave the decision to their closer colleagues. there wouldn’t be any competition, ray knew. chris was much better to get along with, more willing to learn, had much more potential than ray. maybe gene, having known ray for longer, would make a case for him, but sam obviously vastly preferred chris, and had a knack for twisting the guv’s iron resolve- he’d make sure chris stayed. no, ray thought, it was better if he just took himself out of the equation now. 

caution thrown to the wind, chris disregarded the speed limit all the way to ray’s flat. this revelation was too important. he kept up this speed out of the car, into ray’s building and up the stairs with a confession on his lips, only stopping when he flung the door open and flew into ray’s sparsely furnished living room. for, on the table, head just in front of a rope hanging from the ceiling, stood ray, clear blue eyes red and watery. “ray!” chris yelped, throat constricting. he’d feared that this might happen, but, ever the optimist, had hoped it wouldn’t. “ray, please, come down.” voice as hollow as his eyes indicated it would be, ray muttered, “just go, chris. leave me here. it’s better, trust me.” chris couldn’t bring himself to answer for a moment, fear and shock and desperation swirling through his mind and spilling down his cheeks. “how could this possibly be better, a life without you? please come down. i’m sorry i didn’t say anything, but i do love you. have for a while. i just didn’t realise- i should have. please, ray.” ray stared at chris, unblinking. “you’re just saying that. don’t feel like you have to. please just go.” the fragmented, monotonous sentences and flat voice terrified and saddened chris. “i mean it,” he added, trying to inject as much meaning into his voice as possible. “i really do, ray, i love you and i don’t know what i’d do if you… did this.” a glimmer of hope hit chris as ray’s eyes seemed to light back up. “you seem like you really mean that,” he said tentatively. chris nodded. “i do. please come down, ray, i don’t know what i’d do without you.” chris’ heart was in his mouth as ray paused a moment, then stepped back from the noose and down from the table. cautiously, as if approaching a wild, injured animal, chris moved towards ray. ray closed the gap between them and tangled his hands in chris’. for a few moments, the two just stood there, staring into each other’s eyes as if trying to commit them to memory. then, after what simultaneously felt like seconds and an eternity, ray leaned in and gently brushed his lips against chris’. this, he thought as chris kissed back, was worth staying alive for.

#juno writes #life on mars #life on mars bbc #ray carling #chris skelton #ray/chris #ray x chris #fanfic

[israelskelton]

This is how it’s always been

I’ll see you when you get back? With that, Israel threw his arms around Jeremiel, clinging to him with all the strength he could muster. Burying his face in the other’s chest, he stood there for a moment. Something felt off, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. Slowly pulling away from the older wolf, he watched him leave with a troubled frown. His body flocked to the window like a dog. A hand pressing to the window as he observed after the truck.

Every day he sat by the window, eagerly watching, waiting. Every time he moved through the house, he found his ears straining for the sound of an engine. A few times a day, he would send Jeremiel a text. Writing at length about his day. Yet, his client’s replies were sparse and short. He’s probably busy. He found himself saying, trying to self-soothe. But as days bled into weeks and Israel found himself growing apprehensive. Something wasn’t right, and the pieces were beginning to fall together.

Hearing the sound of an engine, Israel looked to the window expectantly. Dark eyes focused on the gravel driveway. But it wasn’t the truck. A car pulled up. The final piece fell into place as he looked to the guard. Israel’s stomach dipped. He wasn’t stupid. He knew what was happening. He texted Jeremiel. Why is Deus here? A knock at the door. Israel moved to his bedroom and called the client. Momentarily forgetting he had no voice. His call went straight to a full voicemail. Was Jeremiel not deleting his messages? He texted again. Is this is a mistake? No answer. Another knock. Feeling his heartbeat in his chest, he moved to the door and slowly opened it. His uneasy gaze fell to Deus. “Looks like blondie-cherry is done with your services.” The greeting and slight grin do not smother the wolf’s growing apprehension. So it seems. He bites his lip. This isn’t a joke, is it? He replies stiffly, his feet fidgeting as he stands there. “I really hope you’re not home alone, or I’ll take some issues to a prisoner being left on his own.” Israel tilts his head. Not a joke. If I were left alone, you wouldn’t know anyway. It’s not like I would try anything—a beat. He’s being honest with the guard. Israel sighs. For a moment he seems pained. No, he didn’t leave me alone. He doesn’t trust me. ‘But I was stupid to trust him.’ He blinks, feeling a wad of fabric shoved at him, hands fumbling to grab at the drab prison uniform. He looks down at the ball of clothes pressed against the clothes he’s currently wearing. In comparison the uniform is stark and thin feeling. Boring, uniform, no personality. He frowns deeper as the cruel reality hits.

“Let’s not make this difficult or emotional, Skelton; you’ve got five. I can explain on the way back to the Château.” Sure. He bit his cheek. Give me ten, and you can save the explanation. I don’t need it. With that, he disappeared towards his room- the guest room. ‘Fucking coward. Couldn’t do it yourself?’ With that, the wolf took the phone and smashed it into the floor. Stepping on the fragments, he tossed the clothes to the floor as if they were on fire. After changing into the prison uniform, he bent under the bed and grabbed a small box of items. The last few bits of his civilianship. And the blanket he came in with.

Taking one last look at the room, he started back towards the door, his gaze stopping on Jeremiel’s door. A frown tugs at his lips as he thinks back to the night after the house. Reflecting back on that night and how vulnerable he had been. You could’ve told me. With that, he turned, his body slamming into the chaperone Jeremiel left him with. Shoving two envelopes at the woman’s chest, he looked at her blankly. Make sure he gets this. And make sure Stassi receives this. With that, he walked past her. Just as Israel was getting comfortable, fate had snatched it out from under him. He couldn’t mold himself to Jeremiel’s standards. That just wasn’t his way. And in all fairness he had warned him. He should’ve seen this coming. Yet, he chose to reject it. Walking out of the house, he followed Deus to the car and got in without a word. Just like that, he watched his new life crumble away as the car pulled away down the gravel road. He refused to look back.

Usually, the prisoner made the drive difficult. But this time, he sat with his head against the window, staring down at his cuffed hands the whole ride back. It wasn’t like he had much to say. Letting Deus lead him inside, he frowned as he went through the motions of being processed back into the system. Handing over the box of personal items, Israel ignored the confused look on the guard’s face as he took Israel’s items, their eyes met for a moment, and then the guard asked if he was okay. Israel thought for a moment, then gave a slow nod. I will be. He mouthed, happy the other couldn’t hear the break in his voice. This is how it’s always been. He added. This time the guard nodded with a thoughtful look. He knew Israel’s track record. But this time, this time was different. Usually, the wolf would’ve laughed, made some crude remark, now he just looked distant. “You cared about this one. Didn’t you?” He asked, making Israel pause. The wolf studied the other for a minute, then nodded uncomfortably. I started to. But it doesn’t matter anymore does it? With that, he turned to go and do the much-detested cavity search. Once done, he followed Deucalion back to his cell, ignoring the jeers, whistles, and snarky remarks coming from the surrounding inmates. Giving the guard one last look, he laid down on the pathetic-looking bed, turning to face the wall. This was why he made a point to avoid being claimed. They all ended up the same. This is exactly why he refused to let people in. The less they knew - the less he hurt. That's how it had always gone.

#ccitysolo #solo para

[chaifootsteps]

Please tell me about Rudolph's shiny new year, it's cold and I want some tea

Hoo boy.

It’s all about how “Happy the Baby New Year” goes missing and Rudolph’s got to track him down before actual literal time ends.

Happy has massive ears and everyone laughs at him, which makes him miserable, and the moral is that he should just stop being such a Democrat about it and be glad his deformity makes people happy.

Other characters include a caveman, a knight, and fucking goddamn Ben Franklin only he’s not Ben Franklin he’s “1776, but my friends call me Sev, will you be my friend?” because he asks infants to be his friend and then shames them for not taking off their hats for the flag and I hate this special, I hate it so much.

The phrase “O.M., 1023, and Sev“ annoys me on a visceral level, I don’t even know why.

These three characters contribute nothing, quest-wise or plotwise.

Red Skelton narrates it and also plays the voice of the absolute worst character, Baby Bear, who I can only describe as Butters from South Park if Butters were meaner and voiced by a grown man faking a pronounced lisp.

There’s a whale named “Big Ben” with a clock for a tail. Why is his name Big Ben? Who fucking knows?

It’s all batshit bonkers insane, but mostly, it’s just so irritating.

Saccharine yet filthy.

There’s a giant vulture trying to kidnap Happy to stop time because he’ll turn to ice and snow at a certain age; this vulture is the only character I liked as a child and he’s the only one I like now.

Rudolph looks and sounds like he does in the other Rankin/Bass special but hopefully you weren’t attached to anyone or anything in that one because none of it factors in here.

“Happy didn’t want to lose his friend, and he knew that when you play a game, you have to follow the rules.” Fuck you, Baby Bear, get murdered.

In conclusion this special feels like fifty minutes of watching someone chew with their mouth open.

#holic-user #Rudolph's Shiny New Year #actual blog post

[winchester-fantasies]

Day 182 - Part  1

Day 182 Masterlist

Series Summary: You and Dean are on a routine hunt when strange things begin to happen around you. When you start searching for answers, you soon find yourselves stuck, under quarantine, and no way to communicate with the outside world.

Word Count: 4057

Warnings: angst, bit of violence, swearing

Pairing: Dean x Female!Reader

A/N: Part 1 of my quarantine fic! I am loving writing this one, and it’s completely taken on a life of its own! I will try to post a new part once a week, but there is no set schedule. If you would like a tag let me know! Now sit back and enjoy Part 1 of Day 182....

Winchester Fantasies’ Masterlist

Day 1

“So get this,” Sam said from across the table.

You looked up from the open book in front of you and Dean from his cup of steaming coffee to look at the youngest Winchester.

“‘Man in downtown Austin was attacked Friday afternoon by a man that some witnesses are saying acted like a wild or rabid animal,’” Sam read, brow furrowed. “Says here that the guy went straight for the jugular and didn’t let go until...until, uh, a local police officer...shot him…. In the head.”

“What the fuck?” you breathed. “Croatoan?”

“Doubt it,” Sam said, shaking his head. “It’s similar, but none of it really sounds like Croatoan. It’s like a weird, Croatoan hybrid.”

“Whoa,” Sam breathed a split second later, a look of shock crossing his face.

“What?” you and Dean asked in unison, darting a quick glance at one another before turning your attention back to Sam.

“Another news story of the exact same thing happening was reported in Denver,” Sam said. “On the same day.”

“That can’t be a coincidence,” you said.

“Sounds like our kinda deal,” Dean said. “Okay, me and (Y/N) will check it out.” You nodded, pushing back from the table.

“Sammy, you stay here and keep digging. See if you can find anything else on this thing,” Dean directed.

“Yeah, will do,” Sam said with a quick nod. “I’ll call up a few other hunters, dig through Dad’s journal…. Maybe even see if there’s anything in the Men of Letters’ books.”

“Sounds good,” Dean said. “Start packing,” he continued, addressing you.

You nodded quickly before heading for your room, taking out your duffle and throwing the usual clothes and necessities you packed for a routine hunt. You were half-way through packing when you realized just how nervous you were. You weren’t really sure just what it was, but something was gnawing at your insides, begging for your attention.

You stopped packing, leaning forward on the mattress and closed your eyes, taking a few deep breaths to calm yourself down. “This is just another hunt...just another hunt,” you repeated, but no matter how much you told yourself that, nothing seemed to alleviate the uneasiness.

You finished packing, throwing your hair into a ponytail before slinging your bag over your shoulder and making your way back to the library. “You ready?” Dean asked from where he was sitting at the library table, duffle bag at his feet.

You nodded silently, and Dean got up from his perch with a groan, bending over and picking up his bag. “See ya, Sammy,” he said, slapping the tabletop lightly.

Sam tipped his head and smiled at both you and his brother. “Stay safe.”

“We will,” Dean reassured. “We’ll check in once we’ve reached Austin.”

With that Dean turned and headed for the stairs that led to the bunker’s heavy, iron door. You followed closely behind, each stomp of your feet against the metal stairs like another nail in the coffin.

**********

You reached Austin by sundown. It was a beautiful and sprawling city with tall buildings and lovely views. If it hadn’t been for the fact that you and Dean were working a case, you would have actually enjoyed strolling around the city and seeing some of the sights.

Dean drove a ways out of the city, finding a secluded motel. He parked the Impala before you both alighted, taking your duffles out of the trunk and making your way to the lobby. A woman in her forties sat behind the counter, swivel fan on and turned towards her, her humidity-frizzed hair moving softly around her worn face.

“What can I do you for?” she asked, getting up from her perch, the stool creaking under her weight. She came to the desk, flipping open a ledger. Before either one of you could answer her question she spoke again. “I have a queen. One night. Cash only.”

Your cheeks flamed red at her implication, and Dean cleared his throat uncomfortably. “Uh, no thanks,” he said, giving her her tight-lipped smile. “Two queens will do.”

The woman seemed unfazed as she jotted something down in the ledger. “Thirty-five bucks.”

Dean took out his wallet, flipping it open and taking out a small wad of cash. He thumbed through it, the woman’s eyes zoned in on the money before he tossed down a few bills.

The woman grabbed the money and tipped her head before reaching behind her and taking a key from the set of hooks on the wall. “Room 5. Check out is at 11:00.”

“Thanks,” Dean said before turning and motioning for you to follow him. You made your way outside, crossing the parking lot to a set of rooms. Room 5 was right on the street, vehicles passing every few minutes.

Dean unlocked the door, a wave of hot, musty air hitting your face as he swung it open. You both stepped inside, Dean finding the light switch, the room bathed in muted light. It was small, two beds hugging either side of the room, a worn nightstand the only thing separating them.

“We’ll find a better place tomorrow,” Dean promised as he made his way to one of the beds, tossing his duffle at the foot before throwing himself down on the mattress, springs squeaking. “You can have the first shower.”

“Thanks,” you said, depositing your own duffle on top of the bed. You unzipped it, taking out a pair of sweats and a tank top before making your way to the bathroom.

All but one of the lights over the dirty mirror was out, and the sink underneath was chipped. You closed the lid to the toilet that looked like it hadn’t been cleaned in months, setting your clothes on the back before undressing and flipping on the fan in the ceiling, the motor rattling.

You pulled back the shower curtain, pleasantly surprised; the shower and tub was fairly clean, and you turned on the water, letting it run for a bit before stepping inside. The water was lukewarm and the pressure shitty, but it felt good nonetheless.

After getting out, throwing on your change of clothes, and tossing the used towel and washcloth in the corner of the bathroom, you exited the room. Dean was still sprawled out on the bed, arms behind his head and eyes closed. The room was cooler than when you had first entered, and you realized Dean must have turned on the A/C unit.

“Your turn,” you said, falling onto your own mattress. It was hard and lumpy, a few springs digging into your back and it smelled old; looked it, too, with a few threadbare patches and unknown but questionable stains.

Dean groaned as he sat up, his eyes slightly puffy, indicating he’d drifted off for a few minutes while you were cleaning up. “Save me any hot water?” he asked, his jade eyes sparkling mischievously.

“Shut up,” you chuckled, smiling and closing your eyes, throwing an arm over your face.

You heard Dean moving around the room, the bathroom door closing a few moments later before the water in the shower turned on. Voices could be heard through the thin walls, a woman moaning her lover’s name. The air conditioning started up again a few seconds later, the sputtering air drowning out the sounds of ecstasy next door.

Your body relaxed and before you knew it, you’d drifted off to sleep.

Your eyes fluttered open a few hours later, the sounds of a movie filling the air, making you glance over to the other bed. Dean was leaning back against the headboard, laptop open and resting on his lap, a slice of pizza hanging from his hand. He was chewing, his eyes lit up as he watched the screen. He threw his head back, a deep and hearty laugh bubbling up. You couldn’t help but smile as you watched him. Times like these were rare; moments when Dean would just let go - be carefree.

As if sensing your eyes on him, Dean glanced over at you, and he grinned. “Hungry?” he asked, a hint of laughter still in his voice as he held up the slice of pizza in his hand.

“Yeah,” you admitted, sitting up.

“C’mon over,” Dean said, patting the space beside him.

You grinned and climbed off the bed, stretching your back before making your way over to Dean. You crawled onto the mattress and settled down beside him before you leaned forward and grabbed a slice from the pizza box at the end of the bed.

You leaned back against the headboard with Dean, and he shifted the laptop so you could see, too. It was an old black and white Red Skelton comedy, and you found it hard to hold in your laughter as you ate.

You and Dean spent the rest of the evening pigging out on candy and beer, binge watching Netflix, and only going to bed when your eyes couldn’t stay open on their own accord. It had been a long time since you’d laughed like that - first time in a very long time since you had really felt content - and you found yourself smiling as you once again fell asleep.

**********

Day 2

A low rumble sounded in the distance, breaking through the thick haze of sleep. You groaned and smacked your lips lightly, rolling to your side as you chased after the sleep you were already losing. But the rumble continued, growing louder and closer.

You opened your eyes, trying to place exactly what it was. It wasn’t a plane, you knew that much, and you hadn’t seen any train tracks near the motel yesterday. You failed to pinpoint exactly what it was so you finally threw off the covers and went to the window.

You parted the dusty and yellowed shades with your hands and peeked outside. It was a few moments before you saw the cause of the rumble, but your breath caught in your throat when you finally caught sight of it. An entourage of military vehicles passed by the motel on the road, a tank following close behind.

“What the hell?” you said under your breath as you watched several men in military uniform marching alongside and trailing behind the procession.

“Dean!” you hissed as you turned away from the window. The room was still dim, but you could just make out Dean, sprawled out on his stomach, one arm dangling off the side of the bed, covers having been shoved to the end of the bed sometime during the night. He was snoring softly, and you hated having to wake him, especially given the fact he was such a hard sleeper and more often than not woke up moody when his sleep was abruptly interrupted. But what you had seen was unusual and unnerving and Dean needed to know.

So you made your way to the bed, stopping at the edge where his arm hung off the side. “Dean,” you whispered again. He smacked his lips and moved slightly as if he was aware of you, but he made no move to wake up. So you finally sucked it up and leaned over his body. “Dean!” you snapped, shaking him.

He shot up in bed, his eyes wild and searching, gun from under his pillow now in hand. A look of irritation replaced his shock as he realized it was you and not an enemy, and he lowered his gun, a hand coming to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Jesus Christ, (Y/N),” he growled. “What the fuck’s your problem?”

“You need to see this,” you said, motioning him for him to follow you as you made your way back to the window.

Dean grumbled, but he climbed out of bed nevertheless and joined you at the window. The entourage had thinned out a little, but it was still going. It took a moment for Dean to respond, but then his eyes widened. “What the…?” he murmured.

“Exactly,” you said, uneasiness once again filling your stomach.

Dean stepped away as the last of the convoy disappeared down the road. He turned to face you, his shocked and confused expression matching what you felt inside. “Do you think this could have something to do with that attack?” you asked.

Dean shrugged. “I don’t know…. It could, but I mean, it was only one attack.”

“Or at least that’s what Sam read,” you said, your tone betraying your uncertainty.

Dean bit his lower lip thoughtfully before he headed for the bed. “Let me call Sam,” he stated, picking his phone up from the nightstand. “See if he’s found or heard anything new.”

You nodded, going to join him. You sat down on your own bed, facing him. You leaned forward to flip on the single lamp on the table as Dean dialed his brother’s number.

Dean’s eyes met your own as it rang, his expression one you weren’t sure you knew how to read. His gaze dropped to the floor as Sam finally answered. “Hey, man,” Dean said. “Listen...somethin’ weird’s going on here and….”

Dean’s brow furrowed when his brother interrupted him. “Sammy?” he asked.

You could hear Sam’s voice on the other end, broken and questioning through the staticky connection. You made out, “Dean?”, “Can you hear me?”, “Are you there?”

Dean grunted in frustration, finally hanging up and throwing his phone down beside him. “Connection’s all wonky,” he growled.

The room fell silent, and you watched Dean carefully as you waited for him to say something else, anything to tell you what needed to happen. “Okay,” Dean finally said, meeting your gaze. “We need answers. I’ll go talk to someone in charge. You stay here.”

“No!” you stated defiantly. “I’m going with you. We don’t know what's going on out there,” you hurried to add when Dean started to protest. “We shouldn’t be split up. Especially not now.”

Dean eyed you as if contemplating your argument. Finally he nodded. “Okay, fine,” he said, voice gruff and sharp. “But we stay together.”

“Of course,” you said with a quick nod.

“Okay, let’s get dressed,” Dean directed. “Then let’s get outta here.”

You nodded and jumped up, rifling through your duffle bag and pulling out a comfortable change of clothes. You went to the bathroom to change before quickly brushing your teeth and throwing your hair into a ponytail. Emerging from the bathroom, you found Dean perched on the end of his bed, phone in hand. His thumb was slowly swiping over the screen as he read something.

“Ready?” you asked.

“Uh, yeah,” Dean said, glancing up at you. He turned off the screen and stood, shoving his phone into his pocket. He grabbed his pistol from where he’d placed it on the nightstand, and you found your Bowie knife, slipping it into the waistband of your jeans.

Dean took up Baby’s keys before heading for the door. You stopped on the concrete stoop outside the room while Dean locked up, surveying the area around the motel. Everything was quiet…. Almost too quiet and that familiar prick of discomfort reared its head.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when Dean abruptly turned around, the jingle of keys loud as he tossed them in the air before catching them and stuffing them into his jacket pocket. “Easy…” he said, regarding your with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. “You’ve been jumpy since we left the bunker. You good?”

“Yeah,” you said without ceremony. “Let’s just go.” You turned and stepped off the stoop. You could feel Dean’s eyes on you as you headed for the Impala, but you didn’t dare turn around. You didn’t know just where this uneasiness was coming from, and you had no way of coherently explaining it to him. You knew what his answer would be anyway. He’d just tell you you were worrying needlessly and to just relax. But you knew you’d never be able to do that. Not when everything around you was telling you to run.

Dean finally decided to join you, climbing into the driver’s seat and starting up the Impala. The streets were empty as Dean drove down the highway; no morning commuters, people walking their dogs, early morning joggers, or school buses making their rounds. It was entirely deserted, leaving you feeling as if you were the only two people left in the city.

Neither of you spoke a word as you headed towards the heart of the city. There was a certain hush in the air that neither of you really felt like disturbing so you sat still and peeled your eyes ahead, waiting and searching for anything out of the ordinary - well, anything that was more out of the ordinary than everything already was.

Road blocks had been set up on the outskirts of the city limits. Dean stopped the Impala and sat still for a moment, looking around. He finally cut the engine, pocketed the keys, and stepped out onto the asphalt. You took his lead, joining him outside.

You watched him carefully for a moment before shutting your door and walking around the Impala, going to stand by his side. “This doesn’t feel right,” Dean said as if just now realizing the strangeness.

There was a muffled shout, and you both turned to look. A man in full military uniform could be seen directing a company of soldiers as they set up another blockade a short distance away.

“Let me go talk to them,” Dean said. He jumped over the large cement blocks and started across the road and large expanse of grass leading to the group of men. You hurried after him, determined to stay together.

“Mornin’!” Dean hollered when he got close enough for them to hear. They stopped what they were doing, jerking around to face both you and Dean, guns raised. “Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Dean said, stopping abruptly and causing you to collide into his back. You stepped out from behind him when you realized he had his hands raised in a non-threatening gesture, you being quick to do the same.

“What are you doing here?” the man in charge snapped.

“We just wanna know what’s going on,” Dean explained.

“Nothing that concerns civilians,” the man said dismissively.

“Really? Because I happen to think it does,” Dean retorted. “Especially given the fact that you’re blocking off the city.”

The soldier’s face hardened, but he didn’t respond. “McDowell!” he suddenly called over his shoulder. One of the younger men immediately left the rest of the company and made his way over to where you were all standing.

“Yes, sir?” he asked, his voice sounding barely old enough to be out of high school.

“Please escort these folks to the camp,” he instructed.

“Hold up,” Dean said, taking a step back when McDowell started your way. “We’re not going anywhere with anyone until we get some answers!”

“Not happening,” the man in charge said authoritatively.

“Wait, wait!” Dean snapped. “All our stuff - it’s back at a motel a little ways from here. We’ll go quietly; we’ll leave town just….”

“Son,” the man said, a hint of an unamused chuckle in his voice. “You just crossed the blockade into a quarantined city. Nobody’s leaving.”

“Sir, if you’ll just….”

“McDowell!” the man shouted, and before either you or Dean could register what was happening, McDowell had lashed out, pistol-whipping Dean across the head with the butt of his rifle.

Dean crumpled to the ground, a grunt of pain on his lips. “Dean!” you cried out. You lunged down towards him as he struggled to his knees, but you suddenly found yourself down beside him, cowering as McDowell held the butt over you threateningly.

“Don’t you fucking touch her!” Dean snapped.

“Enough!” the older man behind McDowell yelled. “Take ‘em to Camp.”

Dean didn’t argue this time as McDowell jerked him to his feet, another soldier coming over and pulling you off the ground next. They marched you down the road, the buildings growing closer and looming over you.

Several tents could be seen pitched across another patch of ground on the edge of the city, soldiers and military vehicles encamped about. Clamoring voices filled the air as you got closer to the camp, and you noticed a long line of civilians leading up to one tent in particular, people stepping through every few seconds.

“Wait here,” McDowell said, shoving Dean behind a woman and little girl before doing the same to you. You stumbled forward, but Dean caught you. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and held you close as he stared after the retreating soldiers.

“You okay?” Dean asked, finally taking his eyes off their backs and looking down at you.

“I should be asking you that!” you scoffed incredulously. “Dean,” you said remorsefully as you raised your hand to his forehead. A gash ran along his hairline from where McDowell had landed the butt of his rifle and a small trail of blood led down to his temple. You touched his brow gently, but he hissed and jerked away from your touch. “I’m sorry, Dean,” you said.

“Had worse,” Dean mumbled gruffly under his breath as he let you go and turned to face ahead.

“Only family members allowed to stay together!” a voice boomed out over the crowd as you shuffled closer to the tent. “All others will be taken to separate quarantine sights!” He repeated the words again and an icy chill settled deep within your stomach. You were going to be separated from Dean....

You were suddenly brought back to the present as Dean took your hand, weaving your fingers tightly together. “Follow my lead,” he said quietly, giving your hand a quick squeeze. You swallowed hard and your stomach clenched with anxiety as the woman and child stepped up next.

A scream from the little girl echoed through the air a second later as she was abruptly ripped from the woman’s arms. “No!” the woman cried, reaching out for the child. “No, please! I have to get her to her parents! I have to get her home!” The screams of the child and the cries of the woman faded away as they were taken away in opposite directions.

“Relation?” the soldier sitting at a small table asked as you and Dean stepped up next.

“Siblings,” Dean said, the lie falling effortlessly from his tongue, and if you hadn’t known better, you would have believed it.

The soldier jerked his head behind him and another one directed you and Dean through the tent. “Next!” the soldier’s voice called out.

You and Dean were escorted through the tent to the other side before being loaded into the bed of a truck. Several others joined you before the truck started towards the city. It felt as if hours had passed before the truck finally stopped.

“Everyone off!” a soldier called out, the bed coming down as people began to unload. “Every family has their own apartment! You’ll be given numbers! Stay inside and wait for further instructions!”

Dean jumped down before turning and grabbing your waist to help you down before you made your way to a tall set of apartments that reached nearly as high as some of the smaller skyscrapers.

“22,” another soldier stated, handing you and Dean a slip of paper. Dean took it and you headed inside. Apartment 22 was the last one at the end of the hallway. Dean turned the knob, the door opening without resistance. You both stepped inside and Dean quickly closed and bolted the door before flipping on the light.

You looked around at the space. It was completely furnished with quaint decor, and if it hadn't been for the fear and confusion clouding your mind, you actually would have called it homey.

Dean trooped to the recliner in the corner and sat down heavily, shoulders slumped and a bewildered look in his normally confident green eyes.

You made your way to the love seat under the window and slumped down into the plush cushions. You leaned forward, elbows resting on your knees, and cradled your head in your hands.

You ran your fingers through your hair roughly before looking up towards Dean across from you, meeting his gaze. “What the fuck just happened?”

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