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catdadeddie · 4 years ago

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I’m so happy for you, Nova‼️ I really am 🥺 can I request a fic, for buddie. I don’t really have a prompt besides anything this quote inspires. “You made falling in love with you easy that I never realized I was falling.”

Thank you, Sunny!! I adore this line and I hope you like the fic!!

The Love We Hold - 1.7k

Feelings realization, fluff and angst, love confessions, some character introspection. - minor mention of events from season 4

(read on ao3) - link to celebration event

Looking back, Eddie should’ve known. He shouldn’t be surprised by the realization that he’s in love with Buck, yet here he is, watching Buck sit on Chimney’s couch with Christopher as he helps him hold Maddie and Chimney’s newborn, Charlotte. Here he is wondering how Christopher would be as a big brother and how Buck would be as a dad. It all rings in his mind in the tone of “Oh” as he realizes the meaning to that thought. He looks at two of his favorite people in the world and everything he hasn’t paid attention to over the years hits him. He loves Buck.

“He’s a natural,” Maddie whispers to him, shaking him from the sudden shift in his world. He’s not even sure which one she’s referring to and that screams to him too. Too much is moving through his brain right now, but it all equates to love. He glances at Maddie where she anxiously is watching next to him. This is the first time he’s seen her in weeks and she seems to be taking motherhood like most new moms. There’s bags under her eyes and her movements are slow and sleepy, even resting a hand on the back of the living room chair for support, but the grin on her face as she watches Chim return from the bathroom and walks over to the couch. He stands behind it and leans over Christopher to watch as the newborn starts falling asleep with Buck’s finger in her little grasp.

“Yeah, he is.” Eddie answers as he subconsciously stares for a minute. He shakes himself from it though and turns his attention to Maddie. “How’s it been going? I remember the first week home with Christopher. I swear Shannon and I didn’t sleep at all.”

“If I felt okay leaving her with anyone right now, I’d have you and Buck babysit while I took a nap,” she answers with a soft smile.

“You totally could,” Eddie teases knowing the new mother wouldn’t dare leave her newborn with anyone besides Chimney and that would be a stretch.

“Don’t tempt me,” she grins before leaving him to his thoughts as she joins the group. Eddie debates joining them. Buck is looking up at Maddie now with a fond look that someone would relate to a golden retriever, as she pulls one of the chairs to be as close to Christopher as possible. Buck laughs softly as Christopher and Maddie start talking about the baby. Chimney and Buck add in every once in a while. It makes Eddie feel like an outsider looking in and that’s what makes him finally decide to walk over and take the seat next to Buck, who turns to him and grins as he whispers about how Christopher seems to like the baby.

Eddie just nods and gives a soft smile as he watches Christopher cradle the baby. His heart melts at Christopher, so focused on her. He’s keeping his arm against the arm of the couch so he can keep supporting the head. He does really seem to like it all and Eddie’s not really sure what to do with that information as well. He feels Buck’s elbow push into his ribs making him shake his head and refocus. He looks up at Buck, whose eyebrows are pulled together in a show of concern. Eddie sighs and goes to find something to express why he’s acting this way, but he’s saved by Chimney calling his name.

“Eddie! You wanna take your turn?” He asks as Maddie eases Charlotte out of Christopher’s arms.

“I’d love to,” he grins as he gets handed the newborn. She’s unbelievably light in his arms as he adjusts her to sit more comfortably in his arms. He can’t help but notice that her little nose looks just like Maddie’s and the so-brown-they’re-black eyes staring up at him are almost identical to Chimney’s.

“She’s beautiful. Happy and healthy. You both are doing great,” he whispers, looking up at where Chimney has moved to stand behind Maddie’s chair. His hand on her shoulder as they both gaze lovingly at their daughter. Maddie nods and says a thank you as tears fill her eyes.

It’s not long before Eddie decides to leave and give the couple some more time alone with their newest source of happiness.

---

Eddie hasn’t left his spot on the couch since Christopher went to bed. He’s been staring aimlessly at the tv with no recollection of what’s been on it as his mind is just full of Buck. Buck, who has become a staple in his and Christopher’s lives. Buck, who has always been there for Christopher. Buck, who is there for Eddie. Buck, who he loves.

All the game nights, trips together, the three of them just having fun echoes through Eddie’s mind. If there’s anyone out there that should join him and Christopher, it’s Buck and in reality, he’s already joined them. He’s already linked to all that they are. He’s right there with them and the thought scares Eddie in all honesty. Buck got this close to them without Eddie even being aware.

His thoughts get interrupted again with the flash of headlights through the window in his living room. He glances up to see Buck’s Jeep pulling into the spot behind his truck. Eddie watches as he turns off the car and before deciding to stand up. He sighs as he rubs his hands against his jeans before standing up to see why Buck’s here at 10 o’clock at night. He’s leaning against the wall on the outskirts of his entryway when the sound of keys jingling plays on the other side of the door. He debates just going and opening it but he needs the couple seconds it takes Buck to twist the key and push open the door to compose himself.

When Buck does step through the door, he jumps at the sight of Eddie. “Eddie! What the fuck are you doing? You scared the shit out of me.” He scolds as he tries to catch his breath while closing the door.

“Says the one who just let himself into my house this late at night,” Eddie shrugs, making Buck roll his eyes and mumble a “Touché.”

“I just wanted to check on you. You seemed… distant at Maddie and Chimney’s,” Buck adds with his own shrug after stuffing his hands in his pockets. Eddie lets his eyes flicker across Buck’s face in the dark room. He has this fleeting concern that screams of course he noticed. How couldn’t he notice how Eddie was acting. Maybe this was easier when Eddie just didn’t know.

“I’ve just been doing a lot of thinking. Nothing to be worried about,” Eddie tries reassuring him while escaping the topic. Buck seems to pick up on his attempt at running away from this and just sighs before teasing Eddie in a way that loosens the tension between them. “That’s an awfully dangerous thing for you to be doing, Eds.”

Eddie lets out a breathy laugh before grinning at his best friend. His best friend. If that isn’t a reason enough to keep this to himself, Eddie’s never had a friend like Buck and he isn’t ready to jeopardize that over feelings he didn’t know he had until 5 hours ago.

“Eddie, you’re doing it. Again,” Buck says, stepping closer to him. He’s right in front of Eddie before Eddie has anytime to process what’s going on.

“I thought we were working on communication,” Buck quips with a bit of a teasing tone. “We’ve been doing great at talking out our issues. What’s so bad that you’re hiding this?”

Eddie feels the deep swallow that goes through his throat as he has to look up at Buck due to the close proximity. “What’s going on, Eddie?” He basically begs, making Eddie’s heart tug and before he even knows what’s happened the words escape his mouth.

“I love you.”

Both of them still as they process what Eddie just said. Eddie tries studying Buck’s face for some kind of reaction and when nothing but surprise is shown back to him, he just closes his eyes and wills it all to go away. He admits it's cliché but his heart is pounding and he just wants to open his eyes and this all has been a dream.

“I’m sorry,” He chokes out in a raspy whisper as he tries to side step away from Buck. His efforts are stopped by Buck’s hand grabbing his wrist and his voice following Eddie’s in the silence. “Why are you sorry?”

Eddie opens his eyes and blinks, stunned at the man in front of him. Buck’s face is only inches from his with a furrowed brow. Eddie looks down at where Buck’s hand is still on his wrist as he responds. “I’m sorry that I said that.”

“Did you mean it?” Buck asks quietly as his grip tightens before letting go completely. His demeanor has shrunk and he’s inching a step back and Eddie’s realized a whole other side of this coming out. Maybe Buck loves him too.

“Of course, I do,” He adds as softly as his nerves let him. It's too late to go back so he’s just gonna try to see where this goes as he reaches out for Buck’s hand. Buck meets his eyes again with a hopeful look tied into his features. A soft grin spread across his face.

“You do? You love me?” Buck echoes in insecurity that Eddie hates to see. It’s been something he knows Buck’s been working on, especially since his parent’s visit, but it's still something he sees haunt Buck.

“Buck, you made falling in love with you easy that I never realized I was falling,” Eddie promises, as he hopes Buck recognizes the value and truth to the words. He watches as Buck’s grin grows and Eddie can‘t help but pull Buck forward and into his arms. He feels Buck’s arms wrap tightly around him as something wet starts pooling on his shoulder. Eddie squeezes him before pulling back enough to see his face.

“They’re happy tears,” Buck laughs as Eddie reaches up and wipes under his eyes. “I promise.”

Eddie nods and whispers a “I know,” before leaning up the little bit of distance to press his lips to Buck’s. The kiss is far from perfect with Buck’s tears leaving a salty taste to the mess and they’re more focused on the connection and feeling of just being together like this than anything else. When they do part, Buck lets his forehead rest against Eddie’s. Eddie just reaches out to hold him as Buck whispers “I love you, too,” between them.

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jackest-jack · 3 years ago

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I would very much like to hear about your spooky scary Sirens, pretty please 🥺

AJKSJAKISJAJAJF Ok so I almost had a heart attack when I saw you were following me because YOU’RE SO COOL so thank you

I already wrote about my spooky scary sirens over here, and they have pictures and I would be willing to write a short thing with them later but for right now I’m gonna pick a different thing and blab about it.

The most fleshed out and cohesive thing I have is the vampire band nerd slasheresque story with a police chase followup as well as a separate zombie apocalypse thing, so ig I’ll go with that. More under cut and warning for like a lot of gore and death and angst. I’m also only doing the first part of that because this is taking a long ass time

I came up with this in junior high, and I was in band, and I noticed that each instrument section had different personalities sort of, so I made characters around that and put them in a horror plot where they all die horribly, because what else are you gonna do? This is gonna be a plot rundown and it might get real long. (It is no longer a rundown. Its just unedited word vomit.)

anyways a bunch of friends, who I’m just gonna call by their instrument names, go camping in the woods for a couple weeks. They all take one car and set up in the middle of fuckin nowhere.

Clarinets a vampire pretending to be a high schooler for kicks, because she was 15 when she turned 5 years ago and got dragged away to the magic underworld (basically a series of safehouses and towns for the supernatural) and she wants a letterman goddamnit.

She gets adopted into a friendgroup despite her best efforts, and gets dragged along on the camping trip in the small car and close quarters with a buddy system and she hasn’t eaten anything substantial in like two months and its proving to be a problem when she starts thinking of her friends as snacks instead of people.

one night, percussionist gets up to go on a 3 am lake walk. But, the buddy system. So he takes Clarinet, who never seems to sleep anyways, with him.

They’re on the edge of a lake littered with huge old chunks of driftwood, looking out over the water, when Percussionist steps on something sharp. It went straight through his sandal and he pulls it out without much trouble, but “that nail looks kind of rusty and I’m Pretty Sure I’m bleeding a little bit, oh I hope I don’t need a shot-“

she falls on him like a cat on a wounded songbird. She has enough of her mind left to cover his mouth and stop the screams as he slowly loses blood.

He tries to fight back. He does. he jams the nail deep into her throat and twists away, but she catches his wrist and slams him backward, a sharp stick going through his stomach, sticking him bloody at the base of an old driftwood branch still attached to its old tree.

She stops draining just before he dies. And she waits, and waits, and waits. Finally, hours later, the corpse takes a deep gasp and its eyes fly open. It begins the excruciating process of pulling itself off the tree.

his wound is closed less than a minute later.

he comes to and sees her sobbing on the ground, bloody streaks under her eyes from where she tried to wipe away her tears with hands soaked from putting pressure on his stomach in a feeble attempt to save him.

“Vampires, huh?” He says, half joking, half looking for an explanation.

—-—

they’re sitting around a small campfire, and Clarinet tells him that he’s a vampire, he needs blood, he cant go back to camp or he will eat his friends. She leaves to find him something substantial before he loses it.

back at the original camp, its around sunrise. Flute notices a small trail of smoke not far off, realizes that Percussionist is missing, and gets French Horn to help him look for their idiot friend (and maybe put out a small fire.)

They make it about 3/4th of the way to the smoke when flute trips on a tree root and scrapes his knee. About a mile away, Percussionists head perks up.

He distantly realizes that he just left the campfire that he’s supposed to stay at, but he can‘t seem to care. The hunger doesn’t gnaw at him or hollow him out. Its not like looking for a fix either. Its an itch in his whole body, a near unavoidable function of his being. The hunt is as natural as a cough, a spasm of muscles to take away the awful itch.

He moves faster than he ever could before, and just to see if he can, he jumps up and begins running across the branches of trees. Its slower, but sneakier; his prey won’t see him coming.

Finally, he reaches them. He jumps on the smaller one, sending it crashing to the ground. It’s blood is what brought him here. He sinks his hollow teeth into its neck and begins feeding.

There is a scream and a crash as the taller one runs away. Thats ok. He only needs one.

———

French horn, for her part, is freaking the fuck out. The sun had just peaked over the horizon and orange light was streaming through the trees when everything went to shit.

The pale thing had fallen on Flute, and the noise he made… she was almost certain he was dead now.

She kept running. If she could make it back to camp, then maybe she could get help, or maybe leave before the rest of them died too.

She charges through a thicket, sharp thorns scraping and tearing every inch of her as she shoves her way through. She shuts her eyes as she goes, to avoid the thorns poking them out.

When she comes out the other side, she feels her gut sink.

She doesn’t recognize the trees or bushes around her. She doesn’t see a path.

She’s lost.

She wants to break down, to scream and cry the injustice to the heavens, to kick and punch and fight the thing that killed her friend, to sit down and rest and have a moment to breathe, to be home-

She picks a direction and runs.

———

Percussionist stops draining Flute just before he‘s dead, following the instinct that drove him to where he is.

He wants to be horrified. He does, really. But he was so hungry, and the itch is still there, waiting beneath his skin to pounce on him again. But for now, its gone, and he can think clearly. He can move without the instinct tainting his every twitch.

He turns to look at the person he drained and sees-

He sees his friend. And it hits him all at once.

He killed a person, a person he knew, a person he cared for, and he had been powerless to stop it. He didn’t even know- he didn’t realize- he would never have done it if he-

but he knew he would have. Even if he knew. He would’ve killed Flute, and he hates himself for that.

So he sits by the body of his dead friend, maybe in solace, maybe because some instinctive tick tells him to. He doesn’t want to know. He refuses to.

When Flute sat up and gasped, Percussionist could‘ve sworn he had a heart attack (even without a functioning heart.)

To Flutes credit, he made it through Percussionists halting and confused explanation before letting himself ask about the smell.

”what smell?” Percussionist asked, and lifted his nose to the air.

He got his answer. The smell of blood, salty and sweet and with a coppery tinge to it drifted through the air, leaving a hunger and odd comfort sitting in his gut. It reminded him of smelling baking cookies from the kitchen as a kid.

A leaf crunched, and he snapped out of his trance. Flute had stood up and broken into a run, faster than any human could’ve gone. After the person that had been with him.

After his friend.

Percussionist sprinted after him.

——

He had the chance to notice how fast he was really going, now that he could think through the hunger. He practically flew through the forest, leaping over a fallen log half his size that blocked his way. He ducked and dodged branches that threatened to slash his face, and if he were running for something else he may have threw his head back and laughed.

As it was, he was following the occasional red flash of a windbreaker that he could barely keep up with without being hit by a tree.

He could heal now right? Did he really even need to be worried about being hit by trees?

He let one slap his face just to test, and he felt the stinging pain all across his face as a deep cut opened across his nose and eyes. He faltered as his vision went red with blood. A second later, it was gone, and he could see again. ….And he‘d lost flute. Great.

He sniffed the air, remembering how he’d been able to smell the blood, and tried to look for his friend.

He could smell the whole forest. Sap and pine and rotting leaves, rotten flesh and mushrooms and a skunk miles and miles off, the sweet sting of honey and dew and campfire smoke, and over it all, the most lovely smell-

Well, looks like he couldn’t find him that way. He thought for a moment, and groaned. He could just follow French Horn and get to her first!

He began running again.

———

Clarinet had just made it back to the campsite, a live deer kicking around over her shoulder. She would’ve killed it, but she couldn’t quite figure out how without losing any of its blood, and since she drained and seriously injured Percussionist he would need a lot of blood-

and the campfire had a suspicious lack of vampires around it. Great. She could only hope that no one had cut themselves-

She stopped as the scent of blood hit her nose. She cursed and took off running, dropping the deer as she did.

——

French Horn thought she was going to die when she heard a bush rustle and snap behind her. She had stopped for a rest, thinking she was safe (if very lost). She was braced for her death when Percussionist crashed through the bushes.

”Oh, good, you’re still alive. We need to go like right now.”

Before she could protest, he grabbed her wrist and began pulling her away. With his very cold, very pale hand.

”Wait. Was it you?” She said, planting her feet.

”Yes.” his voice was solemn, and his eyes downcast. “But unless you want Flute to get you, we need to go”

She tore her wrist out of his grasp.

“Flutes dead. Flute’s dead and you killed him!”

And Flute hit her from the side. He sank his teeth deep into her neck, but only for a moment. Then he pulled back, looking horrified and ran away.

French Horn stands up dazedly. “That was…”

”Yeah.”

she lifts a hand to her bleeding neck where the bite is still gushing blood.

A rustle of trees comes from the side, and Clarinet skids to a stop in front of them. She takes in the situation and drops to her knees, tearing loose a piece of her shirt and holding it to the holes in French Horn’s neck.

”Wheres the third?”

French horn points to the copse of trees he disappeared into.

”I think we might actually be jinxed.” A pause, then “That was supposed to be a joke. Go after him. He’s heading towards the camp, and chances are he won’t be able to stop himself a second time.”

Percussionist nods, and then stops. “How do I get there?”

”just run straight! GO!”

and he does.

———

Clarinet gently explains to French Horn that vampires are real, and that she is one. When asked why she isn’t bloodthirsty, Clarinet answers that she has a lot of blood left in her still, and that she’s not all the way changed, and that the change will, in her words, “Stink. Its kind of the worst thing you’ll have to go through, and it’ll take way longer since you have blood, and you may not notice at first.“

French Horn pursed her lips. “Theres no way to stop it?”

Clarinet shook her head.

”Okay. Okay, shouln’t we help Percussionist?”

Clarinet swore. “You won’t be much help in the state you’re in, but I can drop you off by the camp. Pack our things and be ready to go.”

Clarinet scooped French Horn up and took off into the woods.

———

Percussionist got there just as Tuba was ripping Flute off of his neck.

Despite Flute being the smallest out of all of them, and Tuba being the strongest, he was struggling to keep the scrabbling, biting Flute away.

So, Percussionist did the only logical thing and full body tackled Flute, trying to hold him down. It worked, sort of. Long enough for Tuba to start running. Long enough for Sax and Trombone to see what the ruckus was.

Flute burst out of Percussionists grip, grabbed Trombone and ran.

Sax sprinted after them, and percussionist was left in the dust, standing dumbstruck as they all dashed off. He snapped out of it when Trumpet pressed an axe to his shoulder and told him to not move.

———

Flute knows this: he is very hungry. He also knows that blood tastes very good.

His last two meals escaped. He thinks he let the first go, but he can’t seem to remember why. The second was ripped away from him by someone like him, which was rather rude.

But this one won’t get away. He is far to hungry to let that happen.

He feeds as he runs, draining the squirming thing dry, pinning its flailing limbs against his chest. It stops wailing eventually.

He slows as he becomes able to think clearly again. He holds the body in his arms and revels in the fact he is no longer hungry. Then, he looks at the thing he drained.

And it’s his friend. He feels his stomach drop, and a hollow pit grow in his chest. His friend is dead, and it’s his fault. He tells himself there’s nothing to do but run, so he does.

Really, though, he just doesn’t want to see what she’ll become.

———

“What did you do to them.” Said Trumpet, each word slow and dangerous. She lifted the axe off his shoulder, and he felt relief before he realized she was lining up to take off his head.

He may be able to heal, but he did not want to see how far that ability stretched. Not like this, at least.

He swallowed his fear and asked, ”What makes you think I did something?“

She barked out a harsh laugh. “You go missing in the middle of the night with Clarinet, who still isn’t back. Flute and French Horn go to look for you and have mysteriously disappeared. Tuba came running from this direction, bleeding like a stuck pig. And here I find you, in the center of it all.”

Ah. He was fucked. Time to implement the worst plan ever, considering how fast Trumpet was.

”that’s- that sure is some pretty overwhelming evidence that I did something. I swear I didn’t, though but I know you won’t believe me so I’m just gonna RUN!”

He ducked under the axe she swung at his head, and took off running into the trees. He glanced behind him to see her struggling to keep up, and grinned. He was actually getting away with his head, and beating Trumpet in a footrace for once-

He turned back around just in time to see the tree that crumpled his skull.

———

He wished he could say he didn’t feel every excruciating twitch of his skull righting itself as he laid there. As it was, it was painful enough he was functionally passed out.

Which is why he was surprised to see trumpet dragging him by his feet deep into the woods.

Not half as surprised as trumpet, who dropped his feet and swore when he sat up and gasped.

”What the hell? You were dead! that killed you!” She yelled.

Percussionist was still reeling from how much growing his skull back sucked, and latched on to the first thing he noticed.

”Did you steal my shoes?”

”what are you?” She asked in a tone that was decidedly horrified.

He fiddled with a piece of grass somewhere to his left. “A vampire, as of yesterday. Really though, why do you have my shoes?”

“Not important. What do you mean as of yesterday?”

”Last night, really. Me and Clarinet-“

”Clarinet and I.” She said.

”Whatever. We went on a walk and turns out she’s always been a vampire, and then she did the vampire thing, and now I’m a vampire, and things have just been spiraling from there-”

”That explains a lot, actually. Who else is a vampire?”

Percussionist, feeling slightly more alive, realized they weren’t by the camp anymore.

”Where are we? Why do you have my shoes, and why are you so calm about this?”

”oh.” She said. “I may have made an action plan for something like this. You know, in case of murderers, or if supernatural stuff was real.”

”thats cool. Why steal my shoes?“

”I was framing you for murder.”

an awkward silence settled over them.

”We should get back to camp. Stop more people from getting vampired and all.”

”Yeah. Lets do that.“

———

Sax skidded to a stop in front of Trombones body. She was limp, and pale, and by all accounts dead. He whipped out his phone to call anyone, anyone at all, and pitched it into a tree when it read no service.

He sat, and he cried by his best friend, who always made the shittiest puns, who was the worst at sports, who thought anything with soulmates was stupid but still read all the stuff he suggested her. Who was dead.

He was still crying when she sat up and latched onto his neck, draining him dry.

———

French Horn and Clarinet ran across Tuba, who was holding gauze to his neck where he had been bit. French Horn was starting to feel slightly feverish, but otherwise okay.

”Guys! Are you okay? The weirdest thing just happened.” He said.

”We need to leave.” Said Clarinet. “Now.”

”No argument here. Have you guys seen Flute? He was with you last time I saw him.“

French Horn and Clarinet shared a look.

“I’ll go find him. You two pack. we leave before dusk.”

They watched as she disappeared into the leaves.

”Whats going on?” Asked tuba, a hint of worry in his voice.

French Horn took a deep breath in before saying “Vampires are real.”

Tuba burst out laughing.

“Oh. You’re serious.” He said as he hefted a tent into the back of the van.

”you don’t believe me.”

“How could I? I haven’t seen any proof that they exist.”

She threw a bag of trash in the van with more force than nessecary.

“What attacked you then?”

At this he paused. “I don’t know. But I’m pretty sure it wasn’t a vampire.”

———

Percussionist and Trumpet made it to where Trombone was crying over Sax, the late afternoon sun reflecting off of their now pale skin.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. He’ll be alright.”

Trombone looked up at him and snarled, all teeth and rage, and Percussionist jumped back.

”He’ll end up like me, won’t he.”

Percussionist nodded.

”I don’t know what world you’re living in, but this isn’t fucking alright!”

Trumpet walked over and knelt in front of Trombone. She held out her hand, and Trombone scrambled away.

”I don’t believe you would hurt me. Not right now. I know you didn’t do it on purpose.”

”so what?” She scoffed. “I still did it. Should I just go on existing as whatever I am now? Just kill people so I can live?”

”Actually,“ Percussionist said, “we can live off of different types of blood.”

Trumpet looked back and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Shut up you twatwaffle, can’t you see this is a delicate moment?”

”just figured it would be some good information to have.“ he said.

“Are you seriously telling me my angst fest was for nothing?” She asked.

Percussionist leaned against a tree. “Oh, don‘t worry.” He said. “Theres still plenty of angst about the immortality.”

“Sax did always say he wanted to be sixteen forever.”

Trumpet rolled her eyes. “Lets go home.”

Trombone reached out to take Trumpets hand, and Sax shot up and clamped his jaws around her throat. Trombone grabbed Trumpets wrist and pulled her away as Percussionist peeled Sax away.

”Let him.“ choked out Trumpet. “I‘ll be one of you either way.”

”Absolutely not!” Said Percussionist. “Trombone, go find literally anything else with blood.” Sax kicked and snarled in his grip. “Hurry! I’m not sure how much longer I can hold him.”

———

“Flute!” Yelled Clarinet. She had been looking for him for an hour now, and still couldn’t find him.

She was walking along an old trail that went out of use years ago when she almost tripped over him. He was curled up in the shade of a tree, hiding away in a hollow.

“What do you want.”

”I want to take you home.” She said.

he laughed. “Something like me doesn’t deserve a home. I killed people, and I knew there was another way, but I did it anyway. Just leave me here to rot.”

She remembered when she’d been like this. She had forgotten to eat, had slipped up. Its not a hard thing to do. When you’re a vampire, you brain tricks you into feeling fine by your old standards until you‘re so hungry you can’t stop it.

She believed it was all her fault, though. The only way someone had gotten through to her was something they had called twisting the knife. She had always called it shitty.

She sighed. “I wanted to say sorry.”

He poked his head out a little, peering up at her. “You didn’t do anything.”

”But I did.” She said. “I drained percussionist dry last night, and then I left him to find you. I watched while you attacked your friends, and now, I’m giving you a chance to fix the harm we caused. What will you do with it?”

”You made me like this?” He asked.

”Yes.”

he lunged at her face, fingers clawing for her eyes. She turned around and ran for the campsite, making sure he was behind her, and praying that he would forgive her for the stunt she just pulled.

———

The campsite was packed, and Percussionist and Trombone had made a game of who could catch the best songbird for Sax. Sax was less murderously inclined, though it was hard to tell if it was because the blood he had consumed or trumpets growing nonhumanness.

After the third or fourth time of watching Sax suck down a bird or squirrel like a juice box, Tuba was forced to admit that maybe vampires were a little real.

(He noticed his neck wound had already scabbed over and was halfway gone. He was afraid to ask if he was becoming one.)

The sun was slipping behind the tops of the trees when Clarinet charged out of the forest, leapt over the van, And yelled “Flutes trying to kill me!”

Flute burst into the clearing and lunged at Clarinet. Percussionist stepped in the way.

”What happened?“

”She did this in purpose! She said she dropped you in the woods to kill us!”

Percussionists blinked. “No she didn’t. She told me to stay where I was while she got something for me to eat.”

he stopped yelling. Now, he just looked confused. “But she turned you.”

”Yeah? It was an accident. She obviously regretted it.”

Percussionist backed off, and Flute looked at clarinet.

”why did you say all that then?”

“You were’t gonna come with me if I didn’t. Besides, you were spiraling and this was the easiest way to stop that.”

”Sounds like the shittiest way to stop it, too.” Scoffed Tuba.

She sighed. “Yeah. It was.”

”Hey,” asked sax. “Are any of us still human? I know me, Percussionist, and Trombone aren’t-“

”Percussionist, Trombone, and I.” Said Trumpet.

”-And I saw you two jump over my van, but whats up with the rest of you?”

”Basically,” said Clarinet, “anyone who was bit is or will become a vampire, depending on how much blood they had left in them after the bite. Was there anyone who wasn’t bit?”

everyone was silent as they all glanced at each other, looking for anyone who could say yes. It quickly became awkward, and was broken by Clarinet muttering “Fuck.” quietly under her breath.

”Who all, um, died today?”

Flute, Sax, and Trombone slowly raised their hands. Clarinet squinted at Percussionist, which prompted him to say “What? I died last night.”

French Horn yelled “past twenty four hours, dingus.”

He rolled his eyes and raised his hand.

”Alright. You three,” -she made a sweeping gesture towards the three with their hands down- “Are going to have the worst couple weeks of your life. Take a few days off of everything. Don’t go to the hospital. Stay isolated. Call me when the pain’s mostly over.”

Tuba’s lips pursed. “What, exactly, is going to happen to us?”

”The way it was explained to me was that your body slowly cannibalizes itself. It sucks.”

”hm.” He said. He looked very troubled.

They got in the van and drove through the night.

For now, they rest. A short break, before they have to figure out the rest of their lives.

#Not a super satisfying ending I know #Not the best writing I could’ve done either #I’m already planning out a sequel for how things go that will get into the nitty gritty of their character #And hopefully give them real names #THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A PLOT SUMMARY WHAT WHENT WRONG #(It started out as a kiss how did it end up like this)#Its still basically the bulletpoints version of this story with some banter mixed in #I did actually have a concrete well thought out(ish) plan #Then the characters (mostly trumpet and tuba) said “no thanks we’re too cool for your shit/to much of a himbo” respectively #And honestly? They’re right #Please keep in mind I made this when I was like 12-13 and havent developed it much since then but I love em all the same #I could be persuaded to attempt to draw them #Or at least picrew them #Anyways that took way too long thank you for sitting through this with me #Writing #my writing #oc #ocs #my ocs #writeblr #Bandpires

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91percentpynch · 4 years ago

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kevin day as a singer/ songwriter

IT‘S KEVIN DAY BITCHES YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS - originally this was supposed to be a kevin day writing songs, soft wholesome au thingy, it ended up in kevaaron angst with a happy ending. but i put conan gray songs out of kevin‘s point of view as a bonus??? so it‘s still singer/ songwriter kevin??

kevin day has always loved music. he loved it when his mother sang him lullabies when he couldn‘t sleep, when they danced around the kitchen screaming the words to the song from the radio on the top of their lungs, loved it when she taught him how to play the piano and the guitar.

but like every other good thing evermore took this from him, once they snatched him and burried him alive. riko hated music, so naturally it was forbidden for all of them. no happiness, no light. only ever exy, exy, exy.

don‘t get it wrong, kevin loved exy. he was the son of exy. kayleigh found exy, kayleigh gave it to him, it was in his blood. it was in his soul. and it brought him closer to his beloved mother, to the woman who made his life good, who gave him light and happiness and left him back alone. gave him to them.

however just as exy was in his blood, so was music. so whenever he was alone with his partner he would quietly hum or sing a song his mother used to sing him.

when jean moreau arrived at the nest hell broke out. riko was jealous because kevin would spend more time with the new kid than him. kevin wouldn‘t give the king enough attention so all of his subjects had to suffer.

it got worse with every passing day, with every look that lasted just a second too long, with every conversation whispered softly in french, with every lullaby kevin would sing for jean when he was scared, with every embrace and late night talk. with every stolen kiss, they had to pay. well, jean had to pay. kevin had to remain untouched, no scar was allowed to be visible on his perfect face, on his hands or any body part visible. jean however? jean was never allowed to leave the nest, he was riko‘s, he belonged to riko like some doll he could stab or kick or do whatever he felt like to.

the day kevin told riko to stop, was the day riko lost his patience. kevin day got better in exy, he took his favourite toy away from him, he had the audacity to talk against his king.

kevin always knew riko was unpredictable when he was angry, that the world was just black and red when he was mad with anger, but he never in a million years thought that this anger would ever be against him. that he would have to feel what jean felt every single day.

but he did this day, when riko broke his hand. it was also the day when kevin decided that it was time for them to leave. for both of them, jean and him.

„we‘re going“, he whispered in french when he came back to their shared dorm room. „we‘re leaving. you and me. my father, wymack, he has an exy team on his own. the foxes. we‘re going to join them. because i will not leave you here, understood?“

„we can‘t go, he will find me and while he cannot kill you, he certainly can kill me. no one really cares about me, anyways“, jean replied.

„oh is that so? well i for that matter care about you, you beautiful french bastard and now take your five things and we‘re going“

„kevin, we can‘t. not both of us. that‘s way too suspicious“, jean tried to reason.

„darling, it‘s more suspicous when i go alone, now come. we don‘t have much time. riko will look for you soon, if he doesn‘t already. i know the way out, maybe, if we‘re fast we can go to a more growded place before he catches up on us, maybe we can even reach the bus or a taxi before he comes. we have to try, we cannot stay here. i for once must go to the hospital, the bastard broke my playing hand“

„i‘ll make sure he won‘t come after you, you go. go and forget me. go and leave me alone. it‘s only a few more months before i go, only a few more months before it‘s all over. you don‘t have to watch that. just, go“, jean said, his voice tired and filled with emotion.

„i will get you out of here and you will give live a chance. i promis you will see the sun again“, kevin replied, tears running down his cheeks as he leaned in for one last kiss. „i love you“, he whispered into the darkness as he turned to go. kevin never heard the reply, he wasn‘t sure he wanted to.

so kevin tiptoed to the backdoor and left. just like that. until this day he didn‘t know what jean had to go through for him to be able to leave like that but he was thankful for it nonetheless.

somehow he made his way to psu and found his place in the team. well, not exactly found a place. more like got adopted by a scary 5“0 tall, stabby boy, who promised to keep him safe, his twin brother and their cousin who scared the living crap out of him.

„what is our routine? do we have 16 hour days as well here? when is practice? and do we choose our majors ourselves or does the master choose them for us?“, kevin asked the others when they were alone in their dorm.

„do we have WHAT now?“, nicky asked. „dude, no we do not have 16 hour days, we, you know, want to like surive?“

„oh, are we allowed to listen to music or does the king not approve that?“, kevin asked instead.

„dude i don‘t know what fucked up shit they did in evermore but you‘re allowed to do whatever the fuck you want here. and dan would more be a queen, but we just call her dan or captain?“

„oh, okay“, kevin said before turning around and leaving the room. his chest tightened, his arm hurt, he just wanted back on the court. but he wasn‘t allowed on there until his left arm was doing alright, and as long as he wasn‘t on the court he couldn‘t train his right hand to play.

the only other thing that could calm him right now was music. the sound of a piano, the strings of a guitar against his fingers, the scratching of a pen against paper as the notes are written down on it.

kevin wandered through the fox tower, more lost than ever, and somehow found himself in a music room. a dusty piano stood under a bright window, an old guitar was in the corner next to an alomst ancient drum set.

almost automatically his feet brought him to the piano and he began playing. he played and played, as if his life depended on it and kevin felt calmer and lighter than he did in years. the voice of his mother was in his head, singing lullabies and placing a kiss on his forhead.

his right hand was playing the old lullabies he remebered while the left hand rested on his tigh

„that was good“, a voice said, bored and unimpressed. he turned around to see one of the twins watching him. it was the one who couldn‘t hide all of his emotions like the one with the knives.

„aaron, right?“, kevin asked, voice hoarse from crying.

„how do you tell us apart? not even nicky can tell us apart like 90% of the time and he‘s basically our mom“, aaron replied.

„well, it‘s a 50/50 chance, isn‘t it? i was just lucky“, kevin replied.

the music room became his place of safetey and calmness after that day. he would return whenever he felt lost or sad or upset. be it 2 am or the middle of the day.

and aaron would join him more and more often, may it to study because „your music helps me concentrate“ or just to watch kevin play while the sunbeams chased over his pretty face.

and if kevin slowly fell in love with aaron in those shared hours it was nobody‘s business

however it didn‘t look like aaron was into him anyways, as the joining kevin in the music room got less and less, and the time spent with kateyln from the vixens got more and more. and suddenly all of the songs kevin wrote were about aaron. all kevin thought about was aaron. he joined him in his dreams. the nightmares from evermore were replaced by kevin dying alone in a dark void while aaron laughed at him with katelyn by his side.

it was one of those late nights, one of the 2 am sessions where emotions took over and the truth was just easier to take. it was one of those nights that aaron decided to go into the music room, he didn‘t konw why. maybe it was katelyn telling him she wasn‘t into him anymore. it‘s not even been a month. or was it two? aaron never was good with telling weeks apart from days or hours. it was all the same blur of colors and voices and the ever so present need to be perfect. nothing less was acceptable.

„why would you ever kiss me? i‘m not even half as pretty. you gave her your sweater, it‘s just polyester, but you like her better, wish i were heather“, it was kevin‘s voice, like an angle, filled with pain and sadness. aaron sat down on the floor, just listening, wondering who the fuck heather was. and who the fuck would ever break his heart.

„watch as she stands with her holding your hand, put your arm ’round her shoulder, now i‘m getting colder. but how could i hate her, she‘s such an angle. but then again kinda wish she was dead, as she walks by, what a sight for sore eyes. brighter than a blue sky. she‘s got you mesmerized while i die. why would you ever kiss me? i‘m not even half as pretty. you gave her your sweater. it‘s just polyester, but you like her better. wish i were heather. wish i were heather. wish i were heather. why would you ever kiss me? i‘m not even half as pretty. you gave her your sweater it‘s just polyester, but you like her better. wish i were katelyn“, the last word was barely audible and aaron would have missed it if he wouldn‘t have moved closer to kevin while listening to his song.

„why would you want to be katelyn?“, he asked kevin as before he could stop himself.

as kevin turned around the moon let shadwos dance around his beautiful face. aaron could see that he was batteling with himself. that he was about to say something he wouldn‘t normally allow himself to say. show weakness and vulnerability when strenght was all he knew.

„because you like her better. because i want to be the one you kiss“, kevin whispered, looking at the ground. his hair falling into his face, hiding his expression.

aaron moved closer and closer. there were only a few inches between them now. softly he took kevin‘s chin in his hand and lifted it, forced him to meet his eyes. „well, what if you were heather?“, aaron asked, a small smile dancing around his lips.

„but- but katelyn is heather“, kevin whispered.

„well, kately found herself a girl. thea. she dumped me. and i‘m actually glad she did, i wanted you anyways. i just couldn‘t admit it. i thought it was wrong, unnatural. but if something this beautiful is sinful, i understand how adam was able to make the sin. if a fallen angle is wrong in god‘s eyes i have no answer what is right“

he closed the distance between them and placed a soft kiss on kevin‘s lips.

kevin, confused and drunk on the smell and taste of aaron, kissed him back. hungrier. needier.

the taller boy softly put his arms around the waist of the smaller one and pulled him closer. „you do not understand how long i‘ve been waiting to do this“, he whispered against aaron‘s lips.

„believe me, i do“.

the next day kevin took a guitar and a blanket after exy training, took aaron‘s hand and told him to come. together they went to the roof (where andrew and neil were making out, as usual) but they didn‘t mind they went to the other side, andrew‘s death glare on them but what‘s new, and filmed an accoustic version of heather kevin would then later on youtube. heather became their song (weird choice i know but it‘s the song where they kissed for the first time) and so so kevin‘s music career started.

kevin kept writing songs - mostly about aaron - throughout his exy career and published them. his fans loved his songs. his fans loved making conspiracy theories about who the songs are for. they‘re losing their shit when they found out it was aaron. after kevin retires he becomes a fulltime musician and eventually even goes on tour.

BONUS - CONAN GRAY SONGS OUT OF KEVIN‘S POV

grow - years, after evermore. after he starts therapy (and takes it seriously) and he feels like his life slowly but steadily becomes better. aaron and him have been dating for a year or two. he is ready to grow, to become his own person. to be himself and do whatever he wants. he is ready to go into the world. he is ready to show them that he queen of exy is not afraid anymore. that he is worthy and he knows it.

comfort crowd - aaron comforting kevin. aaron knowing when he needed to be with the foxes and when he needed some alone time. or some aaron-kevin-time. i do believe that the foxes becomes his comfort crowd, because they‘ve all been through shit and i refuse to believe that they wouldn‘t care about kevin as they did with neil once they learned what that poor boy had to bo through.

the story - kevin wrote that song about him and jean and the nest. the boy and the boy are him and jean. it‘s the story of their time there and the second verse is kevin‘s story of fleeing from evermore. and the refrain is a metaphor for life, because his life wasn‘t funny. or sweet. or pretty. and the „it could work for you and me. it‘s not the end of the story“ is about him and aaron. the last song verse is about jean and that he hopes that he finds his happy end with jeremy.

maniac - kevin wrote that one when katelyn came back to aaron and asked him to take her back cause the girl she thought she was madly in love with broke her heart. but aaron refused to take her back, told her to go back to her ratback and leave him alone. he‘s with kevin now and he doesn‘t need her anymore. she can‘t get him back.

affluenza - kevin wrote that for allison. i don‘t know the deep story behind that, the song just gives me allison vibes.

wish you were sober - kevin wrote that after the first party he went to with the foxes after he joined him and it‘s obviously about aaron. drunk aaron to be exactly. drunk aaron has a special place in kevin‘s heart.

the cut that always bleeds - that one was when aaron dated katelyn and told kevin about it and kevin just died a little bit inside whenever he did.

fight or flight - he wrote that before aaron told him how he felt about him. he just didn‘t know how to put his feelings into words so he just wrote that song.

lookalike - kevin wrote that before aaron and him started dating, but when jean and jeremy started to become closer. he didn‘t take that well at that time as he had a massive crush on both jean (who refused to talk to him) and jeremy (who never looked at him twice but still). and he just daydreamed about dating jeremy so much it almost felt like a betrayal when he started dating jean.

the king - honestly? aaron dating katelyn but nonetheless always coming back to kevin. kevin knows that. that‘s why he wrote the song.

(can we be friends?) - this is about jean/ jeremy when kevin didn‘t really have friends. jean/ jeremy at the time of the nest probably.

(online love) - this one‘s about jeremy. cause let‘s be honest, at least one of those songs is about jeremy.

crush culture - that one is the result of an angry 4 am song writing session when aaron dated katelyn and jj was just starting to date.

generation why - this one‘s for the millenials. his generation in this au.

heather - heather is aaron, basically he‘s talking about having a massive crush on aaron but aaron would never feel the same cuz he‘s obviously straight and madly in love with katelyn (= heather) who is just stunning and gorgeous and beautiful and so much better than kevin

overdrive - this one was written after the first time the twins and nicky took him to eden‘s. the time when kevin started to catch feelings for aaron.

#all for the game #the foxhole court #the raven king #the king’s men #kevin day #aaron minyard #ship: kevaaron #kevaaron

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deagle · 1 year ago

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Ooooh LOVE me a tag game :D thanx @do-androids-dream-ao3acc

1. are you named after anyone?

Julianne Moore, i think 👁️👄👁️

2. when was the last time you cried?

Like a few hours ago? I often read some rly sad fanfics before i go to sleep😭

3. do you have any kids?

Nö :P

4. do you use sarcasm a lot?

It sometimes happens when i get defensive. Otherwise not rly because it often flies straight over my head when other people use it :,)

5. what sports do you play/ have you played?

I danced in two separate dance clubs from 2nd to 8th grade. And I joined the Badminton club in my school. We had one single sesh lol

6. what‘s the first thing you notice about other people?

Hmmm… Their unique facial features i would love to draw, maybe? :)

7. scary movies or happy endings?

When i‘m alone: happy endings. When i‘m with people, i take… scary movies into consideration

8. any special talents?

Uuuuuh. I can memorize songs and musicals pretty well? And annoy all my mutuals with my lyrical knowledge? :3

9. where were you born?

Der Anti-Patriotismus is real

10. what are your hobbies?

Watch era TV shows and movies, obsess over my favorite characters and actors, sketch, read sad sad sad stuff on ao3 :) and sometimes I babysit my brother‘s dog and we have the best time 🥰

11. do you have any pets?

We used to have a tortoise named Schiggi but now she‘s livin the life with 2 kids (i think) somewhere in a bigger terrarium and I wish her only the best 😌

12. how tall are you?

I gotta guess here because i haven‘t measured my height in a good year but probably still 1,60 so 5“2

13. fave subject in school?

English! I had the best teachers. I‘ll probably see my fave English teacher in July, too, if he takes another one of his english classes to the annual Shakespeare play in a not-very-local castle :D

14. dream job?

Stage painter 🥺 i‘ll be a stage-painting intern in a few days, can‘t wait to see how it feels to be among them and how i like it🫣🫶

15. eye color?

People keep fighting me on this but my ID states greyish green

I tag da lovely @thedeepgreensea @aaquariumqueer @notsolonedesert and anyone else who would like to jump in :]

@louwitcher tagged me for some curios tag game and I’m tagging @deagle, @wolfgeralt, @kayforpay, @artanisnaanie and @justleaf because why not.

1. are you named after anyone?

I hope not, poor person… ;) No.

2. when was the last time you cried?

I don’t really know, last year maybe

3. do you have kids?

Yes, a teenage girl (no idea how that happened) 😂

4. do you use sarcasm a lot?

I call it a coping mechanism, sir.

5. what sports do you play/have you played?

Hm, I played a little handball in school. But I’m totally not into sports.

6. what’s the first thing you notice about other people?

Humor!

7. scary movies or happy endings?

… both?

8. any special talents?

I’m utterly talentless.

9. where were you born?

Tief im Westen, wo die Sonne verstaubt

10. what are your hobbies?

TV shows (I’m a huge fan of tv series!), writing, board games, video games

11. do you have any pets?

No, I’m against pets.

12.how tall are you?

1,64 😭

13. fave subject in school?

English, actually.

14. dream job?

I think … professor in some exotic field ;)

15. eye colour?

Green :)

#tag game #muwah #dj deagle

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bts-fantasy · 4 years ago

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If You Love Me Let Me Go

Pairing: Hoseok/Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst

Warning: mentions of suicide and graphic descriptions

Word count: 5 K

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„Hey baby, wake up.“

You felt a cold shiver run down your spine at his voice as you slowly opened your eyes to your sunlit room. You‘d left the window ajar the night before as usual ever since the nightmares had started, turning you into a sweaty mess each night. Rolling out of bed with a sigh you carried your heavy legs to the window and closed it shut.

You knew Hoseok was watching your every move. His gaze was crawling up your back.

„As I could see you didn‘t sleep well last night either.“

You ignored the man lying in your king-sized bed still in his outdoor wear as you walked past him to close the door to your bathroom behind you. The reflection of you was just as miserable as you felt inside but you ignored it as always. Splashing ice cold water into your face made at least a bit of the numbness in you fade and you exited the bathroom to get ready for another day. Sundays were the worst, you thought to yourself as you moved to the kitchen to devour anything you could find in there. You had to think of something to get out of the house and be on your own. Searching through the cabinets for something edible you made a mental note that it was time to go grocery shopping again.

„Y/N, you need to start eating healthier again, you know?“ Hoseok‘s voice was right behind you and you closed the cabinet harshly making him flinch. Moving over to the counter you decided to make some fried egg with toast which was the only thing in your kitchen that had not yet expired.

As you stared at the oil sizzling in the heat you completely drowned out the noises he was making right beside you. His eyes were fixed on you showing you his hearty smile as he kept humming a familiar tune.

Your favorite song.

You sighed trying not to look right into his eyes which in return earned you a pout.

„Come on, Y/N, look at me, please.“ You kept your eyes trained on the pan trying not to give in to his attempts of getting your attention. It was hard because you could still see his silhouette in the corner of your eye. The sizzling of the oil got louder and louder and you cracked the egg to continue preparing your breakfast in silence.

Hoseok let his shoulders sink in defeat but he was not ready to give up yet. He moved closer to you until he was only a few inches away from touching you and he could see how the proximity raised your hackles but he wouldn‘t budge. Bringing his lips very close to your ear he whispered.

„Y/N, you can‘t ignore me forever. I‘m right here.“

You closed your eyes as another wave of cold air hit your bare skin and you began to shiver. No, you wouldn‘t give in, you told yourself firmly. After a few seconds of silence, he had already moved away from you and was now sitting at the kitchen table staring at you from afar. But you returned to your pan without taking notice of him at all.

Just like that, you ate your breakfast in silence while feeling his gaze on you as always. After some time it wouldn‘t bother you anymore how he was always, always looking at you no matter what you did.

„Baby...“ You could hear him whine now and then trying to get your attention but you were just as determined as he was. Two stubborn souls under one roof. It was as simple and as complicated as that.

After breakfast you let yourself fall back onto your couch to distract yourself with some boring TV shows. You were zapping between channels trying to find something watchable when your phone suddenly rang disrupting the only silent moment you’d had since you woke up. The loud ringtone of your phone aroused Hoseok‘s interest on the other side of the couch and he craned his neck to get a peek at the screen but you were quick enough to snatch it away from the coffee table.

To your surprise, Jungkook‘s name was lighting up the screen and without hesitation, you picked it up and ran to your room to get some privacy.

Even though you knew he‘d hear every single word anyway.

„Hey..“

„I‘m fine, don‘t worry.“

„Yeah, of course. I‘ll be there in twenty.“

„I... can‘t wait to see you either.“

Within a few minutes, you had pulled yourself together to look presentable. A loose dress and sneakers. Jungkook had only called you out for ice cream anyway. However, you couldn‘t ignore the way your heart was beating faster than before in your chest. You loved spending time with him. He made you forget about everything else going on in your life.

You cleared your throat walking back to your living room with tensed muscles where Hoseok was sitting there with raised brows and a dismissive look.

„Who was that?“

„None of your business.“

You couldn‘t help but reply which made you bite your tongue. With a quick turn, you were headed to the front door leaving him behind before he could make you feel guilty about wanting to have a good time on your own. However, you didn‘t miss the way he yelled right before you shut the door behind you.

„Don‘t forget that I‘ll be here waiting for you when you come home.“

You took a deep breath trying to calm your mind before walking away from your house.

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„Y/N, watch this!“ Jungkook exclaimed as he shoved a big chunk of ice cream into his mouth immediately pulling a face because of the following brain freeze. You couldn‘t stop laughing at his funny expression.

„Why would you do that, Kook?“ You asked him in between your laughing fit and he finally relaxed watching you with his big doe eyes. He was sitting next to you on the long park bench only inches away so your shoulders would touch whenever you moved. You couldn‘t complain though. You liked being close to him.

„So I could hear your laugh.“ He stated as if it was the most obvious fact in the world. The air around you shifted as you stopped laughing to look into his eyes. Those doe eyes which seemed to look beyond the surface of the mere color of your eyes in search to find all the answers. You knew that look too well. You‘d seen it before and it made you wish he wasn‘t as attentive as he was to you.

„How are you holding up?“ The question instinctively made you move a few inches away from the warmth of his body and you could hear how he held his breath. You stared at your hands not knowing what to say because you knew you wouldn‘t be able to lie to him. Not when he looked right through you.

„Are you still having nightmares?“ His voice was so low yet soft as if he was scared to break you by pushing too far. When you nodded he closed the few inches between the both of you to pull you into his chest with one arm. You were immediately surrounded by his warmth and the intense scent of his cologne that gave you the feeling of a safe space to let yourself fall back. You‘d been trapped for quite some time now. These few hours you‘d spent with him now and then had become your only ray of hope in your otherwise cloudy life. He didn’t even know how big of an impact he’d made by coming into your life. You simply didn‘t know what you‘d do without him.

A deep sigh left your lips as Jungkook smiled down at you giving you a quick peck on the crown of your head. He loved the way your body fit right in his arms and no matter what was going through your mind he just knew he wanted to protect you from it all. And the thought of you having to sleep all alone with nightmares plaguing you every night made him restless as well.

That‘s how his purely affectionate intention had slowly formed into a tangible idea in his mind. „You know, I could stay the night at your place if it makes you feel better.“

You sat up straight on the bench so fast that Jungkook was staring at you wide-eyed in fear he‘d crossed a line he didn‘t know of. He knew you weren‘t ready for a relationship but he didn‘t see any harm in spending the night at your place.

„I can sleep on the couch.“ He rushed to reassure you but your worries lied elsewhere.

Hoseok.

His words right before you’d left the house were still ringing in your head like a curse.

„No... Jungkook I can‘t... I don‘t think that‘s a good idea.“ You tried to think of an excuse that wouldn’t make him think he was the problem. Your chest heaving as you felt the panic rise in you. You can‘t lose Jungkook but there was no way you could take him home where Hoseok was waiting for you with his irritating smile.

„Hey, look at me, it‘s fine. Please, calm down, Y/N... It‘s fine, I swear.“ Jungkook tried to hide the disappointment in his voice as he put his arm back around your shoulders pulling you close to him. He knew that he shouldn‘t take things to heart when it comes to you but it wasn‘t easy not to question himself when you kept him at a safe distance. You slowly calmed down as the guilt came rushing in and you looked up to see his worried expression. And even though you wanted to tell him how you truly felt you could only bring yourself up to utter three simple words.

„I am sorry.“

But you meant it with your whole heart.

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You walked back home on your own trying not to think of Jungkook‘s expression for the rest of the evening. The way he tried hard to hide it but failed anyway. You knew him a little too well by now. It was evident in the way he avoided eye contact or his smile seemed a little forced or how he kept a small distance between you at all times afraid to get too close to you. And it hurt like hell but you swallowed the pain to protect him. You knew it was the right choice.

You walked up the porch of your small house in the dark trying to pick your keys out of the purse you carried with you. Hoseok was standing by the window watching you with the corners of his lips curled up to a big smile as always.

It was disturbing.

You didn‘t know how he did it but he never missed the timing to stand right there whenever you came home. Sometimes you‘d even wonder if he‘d been standing there all along waiting for you to return. And of course, you‘d thought of never returning but you doubted it would solve anything. It was your house after all and you‘d spent all your savings on buying it so running away wasn‘t an option.

You took a deep breath before you finally turned the keys in the lock and entered your house. As soon as you closed the door Hoseok was standing in front of you with a pout.

„I was waiting for you, babe. Where did you go?“ His honey-like voice almost made you want to open the door and run back to where you‘d come from. But Jungkook had gone home on your request so you had no other option than to get through Hoseok into the house.

The thin fabric of your dress wasn‘t enough to keep you warm in your cold house. You were about to go to your room to get changed into some warm pajamas when Hoseok stopped you midway.

„I know you‘re cheating on me.“

You stood frozen in your spot while he clicked his tongue moving closer to you. An ice-cold shiver ran down your spine.

„When will you introduce him to me, princess?“

An anguished sob left your lips against your will and you covered your mouth with one hand as you ran upstairs. Back in your room, you slammed the door shut and slid down on the ground as you burst into tears. It was the harsh reality finally crashing down on you. The house of cards you‘d built was falling apart right in front of your eyes but you couldn‘t stop it. Hoseok knew exactly that you would never be able to be with Jungkook. No matter how much you wanted to you just couldn‘t leave Hoseok. The guilt within you ran deeper than the fear of missing out on your life.

You stayed on the floor crying for what felt like hours on end until you finally slid into a restless sleep...

„Y/N, you look stunning today.“ Hoseok showed you his contagious smile while you hid your embarrassment. He always managed to direct everyone‘s attention towards you. You were at a casual dinner with all of your friends but somehow Hoseok‘s eyes were always on you.

„How come you only compliment her, Hobi?“ Your friend next to you wiggled her brows with a knowing smirk looking between you and him. You knew the rumors but you weren‘t ready to believe any of them. Hoseok was your friend almost like an older brother and there was no way-

„Because no one shines as brightly as she does.“ Hoseok said matter of factly and you felt the heat rise in your cheeks as you tried to laugh it off. The air was suddenly tense at the dinner table as everyone kept looking between the two of you. Wanting to escape the situation you excused yourself quickly to use the restroom.

Taking a deep breath you tried to tell yourself that you were overreacting. He was just being his good old flirty self. It didn‘t hold any deeper meaning you reassured yourself before exiting the restroom.

To your surprise, Hoseok was standing right outside with a shy smile while scratching the back of his neck when you stopped on your way to look at him.

„Sorry if I made you uncomfortable back there.“ He apologized which made your nerves slowly calm down again. You smiled up at him telling him that it was alright even though you hated the way your friends were giving each other those meaningful looks. You never liked to be the center of attention and he didn‘t seem to understand but you weren‘t too keen on explaining yourself to him.

Suddenly, Hoseok held out a hand motioning you to take it as you hesitated.

„Come on, I wanna show you something.“

The friendly smile on his face was something only a few could turn down and you weren‘t one of them.

You trusted him.

So when you put your small hand into his he was quick to intertwine your fingers and pull you towards the staircase which lead you to the rooftop.

You were out of breath once you reached the top but the view that presented itself in front of you was totally worth it. A gasp escaped your lips as you moved closer to the railing completely mesmerized by the sight of the city lights that you‘d almost forgotten about your company.

„I knew you‘d like it.“

Hoseok was now standing beside you with eyes fixed down on the street underneath you. The rooftop was at a dizzying height but he didn‘t seem to mind it at all. You on the other hand avoided looking straight down at the tiny people walking by underneath.

„Y/N...“ Hoseok spoke lowly making you turn your gaze towards him. There was something in his expression that caught your attention and made you tense up. You had a premonition but there was no way you could avoid it now.

Hoseok smiled moving closer to you as you stood rooted on your spot mind racing at the speed of light.

He slowly took your hand into his and you let him.

What were you even supposed to do?

He was your friend after all so you had no reason to run away from this situation whatever it was about.

„I‘m sure it‘s pretty obvious by now...“ He started as your heart sank. The rumors were about to proven true and you weren‘t ready at all.

„Y/N, I have feelings for you. I‘ve loved you ever since the day I met you three years ago.“

Your eyes went wide as you kept staring at him trying to come up with the right words to say to him. Were there any right words to break someone‘s heart? You couldn‘t think of any.

„I love you.“

He looked at you expectantly as if he was sure you‘d say it back.

What made him think that you felt the same way about him?

You‘d always been clear about where you two stood but looking into his eyes at that moment made you realize that he disagreed with you on that.

You knew that you couldn‘t lie to him so you took a deep breath before gently removing your hand out of his. Hoseok lifted his brows searching your eyes for an answer as you were still battling with yourself whether to be straightforward or not.

„Y/N... please say it back. Tell me that you love me back.“

You averted your gaze towards your shoes as a quiet sob escaped his lips. You‘d never seen him cry before but when you looked back up tears were slowly rolling down his cheeks. It hurt to see him like this but you had to be honest with him.

„Hoseok, I‘m sure you‘ll find someone better than me. You truly deserve someone who loves you back just as much as you love them.“

You tried to reason with him but it felt like you were talking to a wall.

„Why can‘t it be you? I only want you, Y/N, please.“ You sighed at his desperate attempts feeling the lump in your throat growing bigger and bigger. It was suffocating to be near him.

„I‘m not the one for you, Hoseok, please understand.“

„You don’t understand.. I can‘t live without you... I-“

„I... I think I should go back.“ You cut him off as you took a step back. And then another one as Hoseok‘s desperate sobs grew louder and louder.

You had to get out of there.

„I’m sorry.“ You whispered one last time before you ran down the stairs back to the rest of your group leaving Hoseok behind on the rooftop.

On your way down you noticed how you‘d been crying as well. You couldn‘t bear to see him break down in front of you like that. And it was your fault.

You hated yourself for the way you made him feel.

Once you reached the end of the stairs you quickly dried your eyes to get back to your friends who were still chatting happily unknowing of the scenario you‘d just gone through. You sat down on your place quietly but your return didn‘t go unnoticed.

„Hey, where did Hoseok go?“

You shrugged acting clueless when suddenly the walls began to cave in. The same suffocating feeling spread in your chest making it hard for you to breathe. Just when the walls were close enough to crush your body you closed your eyes waiting for it all to end.

However, at that exact moment, you heard screams coming from outside the building.

They got louder and louder until they were all around you turning into an earsplitting noise filled with pain and agony. The unbearable noise made you run outside to get away from it all but once you set foot outside of the door you were surrounded by people staring you down. Their reproachful looks had you cowering on the pavement with both hands on your ears to drown out their voices. But they reached you nonetheless.

„You killed him. You killed him. You killed him.“

„No! It wasn‘t my fault!“ You breathed out but your inaudible voice was nothing compared to their loud chant. Looking around yourself frantically for an escape your eyes fell on the blood-covered concrete. That‘s when you saw him. The lifeless body lying a few feet away from you.

Hoseok.

His eyes were wide open staring directly at you and his mouth agape while a thin stream of blood was still flowing out of the corner of his lips. His limbs were twisted into an unnatural pose revealing several crushed bones to the naked eye. It was the most disturbing sight.

The shock sent a jolt through your entire body and with a loud gasp you sat straight up again on your bedroom floor. It was dark and cold as always in your room but sweat was dripping down your body as you tried to steady your heavy breathing.

„Here we go again.“ Hoseok sighed watching you with a shake of his head. You buried your head in your hands as quiet sobs left your lips. Your whole body was shaking while your heart was beating rapidly in your chest. Taking in deep breaths you tried to calm yourself down desperately. But to no avail. There was pity in his eyes but it was soon replaced by a shameless grin as he crouched down to you.

„You need to accept it, baby. I‘ll always be there for you.“

You cried out in despair finally looking up into his cold eyes. There was no love left inside of them. It had vanished years ago. Instead, there was only hatred and a deep desire for revenge.

„Please, just leave me alone.“ You whispered as tears rolled down your heated cheeks. Your vision was blurry but still, you could see his smile widen at the sight of you begging for mercy.

„The princess can talk, I see.“ He bent down to peck your cheek but you could only feel the heat cooling down a little at the touch. You squeezed your eyes shut as more tears kept falling from your lashes. The pain was unbearable. You didn‘t know how long it‘d take for you to go completely insane in this house.

As if it wasn‘t bad enough he added more fuel to the fire burning you alive from within.

„He will never love you as much as I did.“

The sobs that shook your body died down to light sniffles. Your pain slowly turning into anger as you listened to him talk about Jungkook. The man who was ready to risk it all for you without asking much in return. Hoseok wasn‘t worthy of even taking his name into his filthy mouth let alone speak as if he knew who he was. Your eyes narrowed while you gave him a dismissive look clenching your hands into fists.

„Oh, would you look at that? This is the first time I’ve seen you getting angry, Y/N. You got it that bad, huh?“

„Shut up.“

You spoke through gritted teeth while Hoseok only laughed at your attempt to stand your ground for the first time ever. The guilt you‘d felt all this time, the fog that had laid on your soul for all these years, finally cleared little by little letting you see the truth that had been hidden all along.

Jumping up to your feet you quickly ran downstairs to grab your keys. There was only one way to stop all of this and you knew exactly where you had to go.

„Hey, where do you think you’re going at this time?“

You ignored him getting in your car as Hoseok was staring at you from your porch. Turning the key in the ignition you heard the motor howl into the silent night as you raced out of your driveway onto the street with the destination fixed in your mind.

The cemetery.

You finally came to halt in the dark parking lot getting out without losing any time. With great strides, you crossed the pathway passing by the squeaking iron gates. There was no one around anyway. Who was crazy enough to go to such a place this late in the night?

Slightly panting you reached your destination.

His tombstone.

Looking at the name engraved into the marble in beautiful golden letters you almost regretted what you were about to do but you were set on following through with your plan. This time for real.

Jung Hoseok.

You read his name out loud.

„You think you can actually pull it off this time?“ You jumped at the sudden voice coming from behind you. When you turned around Hoseok was standing there with hands buried into his pockets.

A look of disinterest in his eyes almost challenging you to finally grab the shovel lying on the ground to your left. You two of you had been here before many times. However, every time you wanted to end it he was quick to change your mind.

„You think the guilt would vanish along with me?“ He laughed dryly arching his brows.

Your eyes fell on the shovel that was ready for you to grab it and end your nightmare.

It was the right thing to do, you told yourself once again.

Acting on its own accord your hand finally reached for it. Once you got hold of the rusty shovel you looked back up into his eyes to see a glint of surprise flash by in them. The cocky attitude was quick to fade away when you moved closer to the grave.

„Y/N, think again... you know what you did to me. It haunts you every night.“

He spoke cautiously now not to anger you anymore but to manipulate you. You took a deep breath before you thrust the shovel right into the ground while looking straight at him.

„After all these years, I finally realized something, Hoseok.“ Your voice was calm as you shoveled the first load of dirt off the grave and tossed it to the side.

„No!“ Hoseok leaped forward but there was no way he could stop you physically. He couldn‘t touch you. He had tried it before without success.

„I didn‘t kill you, Hoseok.“

Another load and Hoseok let out a desperate cry trying to stop you.

„It wasn‘t my fault.“

You watched him sink to his knees begging you to stop digging out his grave. With each load, it got easier to push through and it felt so, so good.

The weight you‘d been carrying with you all these years got lighter with each load of dirt.

As if you were shoveling your heart free from its grave finally getting rid of all the dirt in yourself.

The dirt he‘d buried you in as a punishment.

For what?

Only because you didn‘t return his feelings.

Why had you been so stupid all these years letting him mess with your head into thinking it was your fault?

„It was you, Hoseok.“ You were halfway into the ground now. Hoseok‘s desperate cries kept getting louder revealing his true nature to you.

He was nothing but a vengeful spirit that was only set on destroying you little by little.

Love and hatred truly weren‘t that far apart from each other you thought as you dug deeper. The wind formed into a noisy storm around you whipping your hair into your face but you couldn’t be stopped by anything.

Finally, you hit something solid in the ground. Dusting off the last bit of soil with bare hands you revealed the urn that contained his ashes.

„Y/N, you‘re confused. Let‘s go home and we‘ll figure this out together, alright?“

You ignored him as you removed the small vessel from the ground and placed it on the side before you continued filling the grave back up again.

„Put it back!“ Hoseok was now yelling at an earsplitting volume which shook you to your core.

Picking up the urn you ran out of the cemetery passing by the iron gates down to the riverside. Standing at the bank of the river your chest was heaving up and down as adrenaline rushed through your entire body.

„Don‘t you dare, Y/N! Put it back where it belongs!“ He was crying next to you his whole body glowing more intensely than it did before. His face was distorted with rage but it left you completely cold.

Slowly unscrewing the lid you kept your eyes trained on his silhouette heart racing with fear. You didn‘t know what would happen once you poured the content into the water but it was the only thing you could think of doing to stop this madness.

„You killed yourself. And now it‘s time to say goodbye.“ You spoke at last and with a swift motion, you emptied the urn and watched the dark substance pour out and vanish into the rushing waves of the river silently.

A loud cry pierced through as the figure in front of you got sucked into the river and disappeared without a trail.

Silence returned but you could still hear his painful cry ringing in your mind.

You kept staring straight at the water rushing by for some time just to make sure it was really over. A few minutes passed while eveything reamained silent.

Once you realized what you‘d done the urn fell out of your grip and shattered into tiny little pieces. The loud noise waking you up from your trance bringing you back to reality.

Tossing the broken pieces into the river you ran back to your car as fast as you could to finally head home.

Back at your place when you walked up to your front porch the windows stayed dark showing no sign of Hoseok. It was dead silent when you entered your empty house and turned the lights on. You were still scared he might show up around the corner anytime to tell you how much he‘d missed you. But the house remained silent.

And for the first time in years you broke down and cried out of utter relief.

You were finally free.

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A/N: HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!🤩🧟‍♀️👻🎃 Thank you so much for reading. Let me know what you think in the comments or send me an ask whatever you prefer. I really want to know your thoughts on this one🥺👉🏽👈🏽 stay safe and spooky!🤪👻

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Purple Thunder finale (Roger Taylor Series)

(present/old) Roger Taylor series

Notes: ATTENTION: it is here! after almost half a year, the finale of purple thunder is here! If you’re still sticking around, thank you, I love you! I hope this one isn’t too cringey for you all, it sure as hell is for me! I hope it lives up to your expectations (at least a little). As always let me know how you like it, shoot me a dm, ask, anything. I love hearing from you.

PS. this contains song lyircs of: The Pretty Reckless - Kill me; Greta van Fleet - Safari Song & Taylor Swift - Call it what you want to.

english is not my first language, sorry for mistakes. Also, I didn’t proof read much - bare with me please.

Words: 4,3+k

Warnings: cursing? none else, it’s fluffy and cringey, whatever ;’)

*flashback to two years ago*

"Not very subtle is it?“

"What are you saying?“ you looked up to see Rufus looking over shoulder to read along the scribbled lines written on your notepad.

"drugs, bars, backseats of cars, blowing boys?“ he read chuckling his way to take a seat on the couch beside you.

"It‘s Rock 'N Roll what do you expect“ you laughed pulling your feet up to rest them on his thighs.

"Now who‘s the child of a fucking rock legend out of the two of us?“

"You know, if I didn‘t know any better, I‘d say it was you“ Rufus pinched your leg before bringing them to the ground. "Enough talking let‘s get mortal or I‘m going to die“ you jumped up and it wasn‘t two hours later that you were in the bathroom of a club fooling around with a random dude. Living the life of a rockstar to its fullest potential, for once not thinking about what the media would have to say the next morning. You didn‘t give a fuck. With one swift motion you pulled out a little plastic bag of coke and sloppily made a line along the countertop. Hands trembling in anticipation and the guys lips were nibbling on your neck.

"You got any money on you?” he brought his hot wet lips from your neck and handed you a crumbled up 5 pound note that he kept in the front pocket of his jeans. You used the money to press one nostril down and snorted hard.

"Fuck you‘re so hot“ the guy said while having his eyes on you by looking in the mirror.

"want some?“ you offered, but he declined. Another sloppy line and a make out session later, you stumbled out. It was a hard life. It sucked. But you would never let anyone know. Chasing a high but falling down even lower and hitting the ground. City. Concert. Drinks. Drugs. Sex. Meltdown. Repeat.

The rare nights you spent alone in your hotel room were the worst. You felt small, like you didn‘t belong, being not able to tell fantasy from reality, seeing how far you could go. Zoning out, even if it was just for half an hour was a relief, not being yourself. Not having to be yourself. You stomped back into the room. Your drummer, Sid to your left having some blonde chick pressed up to a wall and he fist bumped you. A sort of "congratulating“ each other on the many times you both got lucky. Hot bodies all over the place and it felt like if one more person entered the club, it would have exploded. You felt your high slowly fade, trying to match names to the people you encountered all while searching for someone you personally knew. Long blond hair at the bar. Rufus. "Heyyy“ you slurred at him as he turned around. A pint of beer in his hand.

"Y/N! You don‘t look too good honey“

"What a gentleman you are“ your eyes were still blown and glassy. He looked quite concerned.

"I‘ll take you to the hotel love“ he touched your arm in a caring gesture.

"Don‘t take it the wrong way Ruf, like no offence, but I don‘t want to have sex with you“

"Not like that“ he laughed. "You look like you‘ve had enough for tonight. You‘ll thank me tomorrow.“ You felt stupid. Embarrassed. Being escorted out of the place like a child being dragged out of the candy store. Rufus put his arm around you to stabilize you, walking back to the hotel. As you began to sober more up, the embarrassment reached such height that you felt like dying right then and there. No one was supposed to see you like this. See you break, but the steps in the bright lobby of the hotel were the hardest. You could feel the walls you built up around you slowly but surely break. And once those walls are torn down. It‘s all over. "In you go lovely“ Rufus held the blanket up for you to slide in. "Thank you.“ "You‘re very welcome Ms. L/N“ he smiled. Rufus walked over to the little fridge to get a bottle of water. "Here you‘ll thank me tomorrow“ he handed it over to you. "Need anything else?“ he asked while tying his hair up. "I‘m good, I think“ you weakly smiled. Rufus startled you by jumping into the bed next to you. "You‘re not alright and being the good friend I am, I‘m here to listen and help.“ Silence followed and it felt like eternity. "I‘m fucked up“ your small voice filled the room. "You‘re just enjoying yourself“ he assured you. "Am I really? Who am I kidding? I made a complete fool out of myself once again." he could sense that he assumed wrong in the tone of your voice. "How do you mean?" he asked getting under the sheets. "It‘s all fun and games. Then I‘m alone again and everything gets worse.“ "And you feel guilty because you‘re cheating on Josh.?“ "I‘m the worst person, but no. Not entirely.“ Rufus reached out his hand to brush your hair back a bit, signaling that he was listening. "It‘s better now that you‘re here, because if you weren‘t, I would not know what to do with myself. Sometimes I can‘t stand myself. Most times, to be precise. I feel like a wreck. And I keep telling myself to not go back into these dark places. But still I keep going back.“ A silent tear made it‘s way down your cheek. "From now on and always. No matter when you need me, call me, facetime me, no matter the time. I know better said than done, but you‘re my friend. And friends don‘t give up on each other like that. You don‘t ever have to feel like you‘re alone in this. We‘re family.“ he pulled you closer to him, your head almost resting on his chest. With a steady breathing you slowly drifted off to sleep. *end of throwback*

Much time had passed. Time in which you felt the way you typically felt. Alone. Having broken up with Josh quite some time ago. Josh immortalizing you in one of his songs, describing how you left him, when he proposed: " Do you remember what I said, When I got down on my knees, Gotta get your lovin' baby, Lovin's all I need, Don't make me beg now baby, Don't make me bleed, I gave you all a man could give, And you still walked out on me" Roger has gone on tour. His wife in tow to your surprise. Every picture posted of them together made you feel smaller, the way he had his arm around her, made you doubt your situation around him. Tired of picking up a fight, sometimes ignoring his secret calls, you isolated yourself. The album, a declaration of love, that was supposed to be released soon, was now on the verge of being filled with songs that would make you feel the hurt and pain as a listener. It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining and Roger was coming home. The situation was uncertain. How would you deal with it? Did his flame of undying love find its way to burn with even more passion for his wife again? And what light did he see you in now? The 20-year-old something that’s been destroying his happy 10 years of marriage? Deep inside you hoped he wouldn’t, but to be honest, you wouldn’t have been surprised if he stayed with her. Maybe it was all just a rebellious phase. Trying to feel young again. Getting revenge on something stupid SHE did. The doorbell rang. It could be anyone, you thought to yourself. As you opened, a sheer wave of bliss washed over. His blue eyes shone like never before, you swore you saw stars in them. His hair was ruffled, well who’s wouldn’t be after a 20-hour flight. No exchange of words, just shoulders crushing into one another, fulfilling the tightest hug you’d ever felt. Once again, this is what home felt like and it’s been so long that all the doubts you had about him were crushed in a millisecond. "I missed you so much” Roger breathed into your neck. "I missed you more” you cried, your hand on the back of his head, fumbling with his white locks. “I don’t think that’s possible, my love.” he rasped. God you missed hearing the roughness of his voice, all close up and personal. When he pulled back, his nose gently brushed yours and he kissed you tenderly. "How are you feeling” you asked, helping him get his bags in, the majority of them already being shipped to Cornwall, to a house of his you haven’t got to see yet. "I’m toast” he huffed, letting himself fall into the comfy black sofa in the living room. “Is there maybe something I can help you with? A massage? Something else?” you tried to sound as seductive, slowly but surely getting settled on his lap. If he really didn’t get with his wife on tour he must be exploding by now, set aside all the secret wank sessions. As you grinded down on him, there was nothing. No reaction whatsoever. You tried some more until Roger stopped you.

"Sorry love, so sorry.” his fingers glided gently up and down your arm. "Has something happened? Have you changed your mind about us?” “No no, I’m just really exhausted I can’t quite ....you know.. get it up. I’m sorry, it’s embarrassing” "No Rog it’s not, don’t be sorry.” You assured him by kissing both of his cheeks one after the other, making him smile. "Anything else I can do for you instead?” you asked, ready to fulfill all his wishes. "I just want to be as close to as possible” He wanted affection, affection he had to go without for several months, except for the occasional social media schmoozing with his wife. Still sat in his lap, you cuddled tighter into him, cheek on cheek. His breathing was now more steady and peaceful, you could feel him relaxing, his tense muscles from drumming suddenly didn’t feel as tense any more. You two stayed like that for half an eternity, well a decent amount of hours, but it felt like minutes and before you knew it, the sun was setting. "Why don’t you move in with me?” Roger asked out of the blue, with you still on top of him. You looked into his eyes, questioning if it was a good idea. "Don’t worry, I already filed for divorce. The paperwork should be through pretty soon.” he assured you. God. That was it, now you knew he was for real. And hell would break loose if the media found out. For the media it already was bad that another woman was the reason for Roger Taylor’s divorce. But an age difference of 49 years would be the last straw - a real scandal. "I don’t know Rog. I don’t want to give up this place.” your apartment has been your rock over the years, you inspirational little cave with the perfect view. "You don’t have to give this up.” He brought his hand up to your cheek, lifting your head so you were looking into his eyes once more. "I just want you with me all the time. I don’t want to go a day without you anymore” You melted into his touch. Every move he made, every word he said, every look he gave you, made your heart flutter. You’ve never felt this deep for anyone else before. So you nodded. "Is that a yes?” he asked with a dumb smile on his face. "Yes” His lips were on yours again. They felt like the inside of a rose, passionate, soft, and and a high of pure happiness rushed through both of you As the night grew cold, the two of you got comfy and especially cuddly. Finally together again. Roger cuddled into your chest. He needed this after months and months of going without it. It was only a matter of minutes, mixed with playing with strands of his hair and kisses to his forehead, that he fell asleep. His soft snoring let you know that he was very well enjoying every little thing. "The man who used to move under meat?“ you gave Roger a funny look. "Don‘t look at me like that“ Roger laughed having put on his stupid "joke face” but you loved it. He brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear. "t’was a guy at our parties, he would just lay on tables, being naked and covered in food that he was basically invisible. Once someone tried to grab something he wiggled, and they were startled. It was so fun watching“ you laughed at his story and cuddled closer to him. Roger’s Queen partying stories were the best, but thinking of all the girls he must have been with made you feel jealous and for some reason insecur as well. "I can imagine. How many girls have you really been with?“ curiosity took over you. "Not as many as I‘d would let everyone know“ he chuckled. "Yeah yeah... bet it must be thousands“ you tried to sound as nonchalant as possible. "Well, then I have to disappoint you, my love“ you felt his hot breath on your cheek before he pressed a soft kiss to it. "And it certainly also wouldn’t have nearly been as many if you were there.“ "Roger we both know that‘s not true.“ "See, that‘s a lie“ he dipped down to kiss your lips. "Once we get to Cornwall I have something special to give you“ "What is it Rog?“ you whined still curled up in the warm bed drinking in the warmth that Roger left behind. "You first better get your beautiful bottom out of bed“ he called from the bathroom. "My bottom is here and ready start the day“ Roger finished shagging his hair out to style the way you liked it the most. Messy. He turned around and grabbed your face gently and closed the space between the two of you. "Morning breath“ you mumbled against his lips. "I‘ve had worse“ he mumbled back, a hint of mint made itself into your mouth. "Why do I believe you?“ you laughed, pulling away and letting your hand glide through his hair. "You look so good“ you looked at him in awe. "You know just how to flatter an old man“ "Don‘t. Say. That. Mr.. Taylor.“ you said in between placing kisses all over his face. His eyelashes fluttered while laughing. He was a sight to see. "You seriously better get ready now“ he gently slapped your bum and left you to yourself to take a shower. You put on some light makeup, comfy clothes and you both were off for a 5 1/2 hour drive in Roger’s black Range Rover. Thank god for Bluetooth speakers, much to Roger’s annoyance you blasted the Hot Space album, as well as any other Queen song he hated. "How do you even know these songs? You know every single word, might have to question your taste in music” Roger laughed. When he finally gave up, he joined you in singing along, harmonizing and trying to hit all the high notes just likehe did 40 years ago. To your surprise he still managed most of them. His hand almost never left your thigh, except for when it was time to shift gears. Yours usually rested on top of his. Nothing could ever compare to this. When you arrived at his enormous mansion you were once again speechless. He showed you around to get settled once again and it made your mouth run dry, especially seeing all the golden discs and awards he stored all around the house and on the walls. Most of them were settled in the living room. "Can’t wait for you to contribute to the collection” Roger hugged you from behind while you admired them all. "Me?” You laughed. "Yeah of course you. I’ve never won a Grammy in my golden years. Only the honorable one 100 years later” his laugh vibrates on your neck. "Here” he handed you a black box. “Told you I’ve got something for you, something really special” You opened the box and it was one of the cymbal necklaces he was recently selling. Filled with joy, you jumped up on him and he gladly caught you in his arms, giving him a long kiss. "Thank you, thank you so much!! I love it Roger” "But wait wait, my love” Roger put you down again. "This one was made out of the first cymbals I ever played with. And I wanted you to have it and kind of be a part of it,have a part of it, if that makes sense?” You had tears in your eyes, knowing that this part of his drums made such an impact on his life and him now giving it to you, even if was small, owning a piece of his early days. It made you feel special.. On the back, the words "right till the end, Love, Roger” were engraved. It was the best present ever, besides of course, having the love of your life all to yourself. "I also have something for you” you said, not having this situation exactly planned through, because of your anxiety he wouldn’t like it. "I had a lot of time to spend while you were gone“ "Doing only good stuff I hope“ he chuckled looking at you, his eyes shining from under his long lashes. "Come with me“ you took his hand into yours and guided him to the crackling fireplace. Roger sat down in his red leather chair, one that never left its place since moving in in the late 70s. You sat opposite him on the red, equally old fashioned carpet in front of the fire place, clutching your pitch black guitar tightly. "It’s not as awesome as your present, but here we go” A nervous feeling rushed through your body. Your slightly trembling fingers started picking the first chords. Seeing the way his eyes blinked at you, you knew he was listening closely. The song was called 'Call it what you want to’ and every single word was true. Nobody has heard from you for months, nor your fans, nor the media, at least not since the Grammys. And Roger on the other hand, he loved you like you were brand new. He knew about your rocky, hard, and scandalous past, your battles with all things that are toxic and your battles with yourself. Still, he didn’t back down, he stayed by your side, no matter what. He built a fire just to keep you warm while everyone outside was throwing ice at you, trying to get to you. He could be trusted, a feeling not only his embrace let you know, but the way he treated you. His bad jokes always made you laugh, in fact the worse they were, the more you loved him. The “joke face” he gave you, when he expected you to laugh was just adorable and made you fall in love all over again. When the song was finished, Roger had tears in his eyes. “Wow” he breathed. "I don’t think.. I don’t think anyone’s ever written a song about me, at least not one like this. It’s so beautiful. I couldn’t ask for a better present from the most beautiful girl in the world” your guitar was quickly on its stand again and you in Roger’s lap. "Thank you thank you thank you” he breathed kissing you all over. "It was a pleasure Mr. Taylor” you smiled. The hardest part was get to come. Releasing the songs which all evolved around yours and Roger’s relationship. Clearing all the rumors. Revealing your relationship. Meeting his children. But it all would come with time and didn’t matter at the moment.

What he wanted though, was you meeting his children, as fast as possible. He was not one to keep something so special hidden from them, for as he long as he already did. So, one beautiful Saturday evening they all came to visit, you had even cooked a treat they all loved, but it was just how you expected it to be, at least part of it. Rufus came first, in tow with him Tigerlily and Lola. Roger and you were standing at the door, ready to greet them, but it seemed as if Lola still didn’t warm up to the idea of her dad dating someone so much younger, almost her age. Tigerlily hugged you right away, she was probably the most open minded one of them all. “It’s so good to finally meet you, I’m a big fan of yours!” Tigerlily giggled, handing over some wine and flowers as presents. “We’re going to kill this one later” she winked, holding up the bottle. “For sure” you smiled at her. Felix and Rory joined the party a bit later. It was kind of weird that they were a bit older, but you managed and as it seemed as if they didn’t have any problem with it either.

Tigerlily and you kept quoting vines and laughing at memes after dinner, to which Roger only shook his head, all while laughing about how good you were getting along. Your hand was casualy on the table when Roger cupped it with his, finally intertwining your fingers. “Really?” Lola said out of nowhere, looking down at your joined hands. She got up and walked out of the room. “Lola” Roger called after her. Him, Felix, and Rory went after her. Your worst fear became reality. They didn’t accept you. You couldn’t blame her though, thinking you would react the same way if your dad showed up with someone much younger.

“Don’t worry” Tigerlily assured you. “It’s just a lot for her to handle right now.” She hugged you tightly, rubbing your back. “Yeah , she needs time to warm up. Hasn’t even warmed up to Sarina entirely, it’s going to be alright.” Rufus said, taking a sip from his beer. He was right and you would be willing to give her as much time as she needed.

Nearly half an hour passed when they all came back into the dining room. “Y/N?” Lola stood in the door. “Can we talk?” she pointed towards the other room. You followed her. “Look, I’m sorry, that this is might be weird for you. I totally understand, but I really love your dad I-“ “I know” she interrupted. “And he really loves you. It just.. it just freaks me out a bit. And knowing my dad I know no one will ever be good enough for him, he’s the best dad ever” she explained. “ I believe you, he speaks highly of you all the time” “Well, he also does speak highly of you all the time, maybe I’m just a bit jealous that he won’t spend as much time with us anymore as he’s got you now.” Lola sounded sad and a bit disappointed. “ I won’t allow that” you assured her. “You know... I’d never keep him from seeing you all. As much as I love him, I want him to be happy and seeing as today went, it was pretty fun and a joy having you all around. Talking, eating, drinking.” “You’re right” Lola said.

“I’m so sorry for making a scene.” “Don’t be sorry, it’s alright! But next time something bothers you, let’s just talk it out! I’ll always have an open ear for you!” “Awwe lovie, thank you. You know, you’re pretty cool actually. Having a female rockstar in the family makes for a great change” She admitted. “ You’re pretty awesome too! Love your photography” you smiled at her. “May I give you a hug?” Lola asked you to which you nodded. Right in this moment Roger went to look after the two of you and when he saw you hugging your problems out, his heart swell. He backed away quickly though, just fast enough for none of you to notice he was there. “Let’s get back to the others now, or they’ll think we killed each other” you joked and you both went back to join the rest, to enjoy some desert. It was 2 am when Roger’s children left after everyone helped cleaning up. They really were all about teamwork and you adored them.

“I had a great evening” you said to Roger while changing into something more comfortable. “I’m glad you had a good time, because I was really enjoying myself.. Except for the little.. Lola thing” he said, giving your shoulder a kiss. “oh, that’s alright, we get along now. What did you say to her anyway, when you went after her?” You asked him. “Oh just that you really put much work into this get together, you know.. with the cooking and all. And that I love you and you’re very important to me and that this is just how the future is going to be.” his reasonings were making you smile. “Your kids are awesome. You did a great job raising them.” “I know I did” he chuckled. “Can’t wait to meet them again” you said more quietly, brushing your thumb along his cheek. “Hold your horses little lady, you’ll see them soon enough. I love having them around y’know? We usually have a family meeting once a week, talking about what everyone is up to” “Sounds awesome” you loved the idea of them spending more time with the two of you, dining, drinking, having a laugh, going on family vacations. Family. The moment Roger saw you interact with his kids, having inside jokes with them, you and Tigerlily even arranging a date to go out shopping, he knew he made the right decision. Giving his whole heart to you and you loving him right back. He knew it already, someday, when the time was right, when the media would quiet down a little more, he’d make you “officially” part of his family. And when that time came, you knew what your answer to his question would be. YES.

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glorioustidalwavedefendor · 4 years ago

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Can we talk about this notion that, if you have a condition …

be it with your mental health … or the mobility of your body … or a disability … or a chronic illness …

you have to become an expert in the field

Because I personally IMHO find it extremely disrespectful

(DISCLAIMER: Don‘t get me wrong, if that is something you WANT to do, that is fine, If you WANT to put in the hours, use your money to get papers behind paywalls, buy books, want to use your vacation to go to a workshop …

That is great, all the power to you!

My point is:

It shouldn‘t be NECESSARY. The quality of your treatment or how well your condition is managed shouldn‘t be dependent on your ability to do research … )

Because … I know that will come as a surprise … if you have a chronic condition … you might not be able to function like someone healthy or neurotypical …

I know I was shocked too …

You might suffer from executive disfunction ... or brain fog … or you will in some cases have less spoons … and those spoons are also needed to cover things like … doing your job (maybe doing two jobs because minimum and below wages are a sad reality for a lot of people healthy or not) … doing your chores … looking after your kids/pets/relatives … who ever … plants …

To have the quality of your treatment depending on how many spoons you can do without, or how well your brain works or how cooperative it is at any given moment is just gross

Because, doing research takes time and money and effort … and a brain that cooperates ... and while you are basically doing your doctors job … you not only can‘t do thing you might rather do … you also can‘t do things you really need to do to mange your condition …

Like … maybe you need more sleep … maybe you need more time to just recharge from your sensory overload (and yes I know for some people doing research is recharging and that is great but not for everyone) … maybe you need to exerciser, to stretch your tendons, because otherwise your leg will become even more stiff … maybe you need to cook your meals not just grab a granola bar because otherwise your body will make you pay … or maybe you just can’t do the thing, it happens ...

Those things are not negotiable, and most of those things are vital for you to function … and they cost time and spoons

About a decade ago I was unusually sick (luckily that lasted only for a week) and my body was so weak I would need about twenty minutes to put on my shoes (which is just ridiculous … I have better stuff to do then stare at my shoes XD)

Being sick or being disabled or having a brain that doesn’t work neurotypical doesn‘t just sap your energy and your money, and makes it hard to think ... in a very real sense it also just saps away time … sure theoretically we all get 24 hours … but for some us … those 24 hours are more like 18 hours … or 12 hours … and those 12 hours include, sleeping, working, cooking, cleaning …

And even without that … say you have enough spoons left over, after you do all the things you need to do … and you have enough time …

You shouldn‘t HAVE to invest either of them in to doing something your doctor should do …

Because while you try to understand the finer points of brain chemistry … or anatomy … or weather a new treatment could work or if it‘s just quackery … or try to find the full text of a paper … or just have a stand off with yourselves to close tumblr and start doing what you meant to do wen you sat down ... you can‘t do the following

Call your friends

Take a walk

Play with your dog/kid/robot your building

read a good book that is not related to your condition

bake a cake

make 5 flavors of ice cream

go skinny dipping

Have some quality time with your significant other

Catch a movie

Finish that research on the Franklin Expedition

Finish that WIP

Just enjoy the fact that today is a good day and you can move without pain

…

And that is not even touching on the fact that after you have become an expert you still might have to fight your doctor because they will not take you seriously

Again, I know that currently you usually need to become your own expert, if you want your condition to be managed well

(And I know YOU have an awesome doctor that works hard and takes god care of you … that is great … but a lot of us don’t )

But that is not a good state of things … that is actually a pretty shity state of things

And we as a society should not leave it, as is …

I want to live in a world where the handling of my condition is not dependant on my access to the internet and how many hours of the day I can invest in doing research … or how well my understanding of new concepts is … or how good I am at wrangling my brain in to working ...

I want to live in a world where my doctor will tell me all I need to know to live my healthiest live.

I mean ... if you brake your leg … no one expects you to become and expert in treating broken bones … or to do so with two broken hands ... that would be ridiculous

TL;DR The quality of your treatment or how well your condition is managed shouldn‘t be dependent on your ability to become an expert on the topic

#health #commentary #just my thoughts #me?#bitter?#it's more likely then you think

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sophisticauthor · 4 years ago

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Profile: Callahan, Alexa D.

Description: Brown hair, Brown eyes, 5 feet 7 inches

Birthdate: September 18

Age at conviction: 16

Current age: 19

Birthplace: Rochester, New York, United States

Current Location: UNKNOWN

Family:

Mother: Alisa Callahan age 47 - deceased

Father: Geoffrey Callahan age 52 - deceased

Siblings:

Jennifer Callahan age 12 - deceased

Benjamin Callahan age 19 - deceased

This file contains eye witness accounts of events related to and/or allegedly caused by Alexa Callahan.

Eye witness account by Victor Drell

Age: 37

Occupation: High School Teacher

September 18,

I never saw the explosions, but I heard them. My wife Mary called the police as I went to go investigate. We live two houses down from the corner, I could see the apartment building on the opposite side - or where the building used to be – in a smoking heap. A couple of houses around it were knocked around too, but the residents there seemed to be fine.

When I got closer, I noticed the other neighbors start to come out as well. I climbed into the rubble hoping that someone was still alive. I noticed crushed remains of corpses lying everywhere; I wanted to vomit. One man was missing an arm and groaning loudly, so I called to the others to help move him to a place where rubble wouldn’t fall on him.

One of the neighbor kids called out from behind me that there was a girl who was still breathing. I told someone to take my place with the man, and rushed over to the girl. She was still breathing. She looked to be about fifteen and was wearing a white dress that was all tattered around the edges, her hair was a little singed, and I thought she probably suffered some trauma from what seemed like a fall from the second floor. But she looked mostly fine otherwise, which in hindsight was a little odd. Seemed like a miracle at the time. That’s when the police and paramedics arrived and took all the living away.

I learned later that the man’s name was Carl Stephenson, and the girl was Alexa Callahan, who was turning sixteen that day. I heard on the news that Carl Stephenson had died in the hospital and was taken by family for burial. But not that Alexa girl, she had no family left, and she was alive. A real shame, to have a bomb like that go off on your sixteenth birthday.

Report by Vanessa Bradford

Age: 42

Occupation: Nurse

I was assigned to a girl by the name of Alexa Callahan. She had suffered from several injuries caused by the explosion of her building. The full extent of the damage done to her was: A few broken ribs, a hairline fracture in her arm, a mutilated ankle, and trauma to the head. She seemed to have landed on her left side, and somehow managed to save her spine and vital organs. She was unconscious for 72 hours after the operations were finished. When she finally awoke, she was mostly unresponsive. She played with the recliner on the bed for a while and just stared at faces for a long time. She didn’t speak to anyone; not to doctors or nurses, not to the other patients. She didn’t respond to food or water, and didn’t even react whenever we adjusted the needles in her arm.

Many of us tried to coax her to eat or speak and she did neither for almost two weeks. Her doctor was beginning to wonder if we should be running tests on the speech part of her brain when she finally spoke.

She asked me when she could go home.

I told her that we had to make sure we had treated all her injuries first. Then she asked me what happened. I told her that authorities were still figuring it out, but it seemed as if someone planted a bomb in the building, possibly a terrorist attack.

This made her jump up in a panic, she just shouted “It wasn’t!” Her heart rate spiked, and she almost tried to get out of bed. I calmed her down a little and asked her what she remembered.

What she said didn’t make any sense. “People, people talking happily; singing, my singing, singing for me; color, lots of color, piled on the walls and the room; fire, there was fire and ticking. Tick tick tick. Incessant humming, thousands of bees humming in the walls. You can‘t hear it? Tick tick tick. I made a wish, then BOOM. Fire, fire! A little boy calls for help. Help her, help her, is she okay?”

I cut her off because she was flailing about and going on about nothing. She kept talking. Nonsense, more about the ticking and the humming. I tried to get her to sit back and relax, not to strain herself with the memory, and I eventually managed to get her to sleep. I remember she whispered “not terrorist, no terror. Make a wish” as she drifted off to sleep.

I only witnessed one other event that was significant.

A couple weeks later when she was being encouraged to walk around, we found that she would disappear for hours on end. We were deciding what to do with her, the ramblings hadn’t stopped and we were getting worried. Furthermore, she had no living blood relative that anyone could find. Meetings were being held to come to a decision. I was lucky enough to be personally involved in the discussions.

She burst in to one of the meetings. I don’t know how, we thought the doors were locked. Her hands were bloodied as if she had cut them on sharp glass or metal or something. She took a seat at the table with us and said something odd.

“I realize that I am the main subject of these meetings. And I feel obligated to put my two cents in.” Then she dropped two gears on the table, like they were the two cents she was putting in. I don’t know where they came from, but they were covered in the blood from her hands. A couple of us stood to try to help her back to bed. But she waved us off and insisted that she needed to continue speaking. She said “I’m not yet so far gone that I don’t know what is happening.” And then something like “I have completely lost all relatives, I am underage, and I’m raving mad.” And she dropped another gear on the table for each thing she listed. Her grammar would get all jumbled up, because I remember she said “I would think it advisable that under any circumstances you do NOT create me another family. I could not handle an artificial mother.” Which was worth four gears for some reason. At this point, we were starting to realize that these were clock parts. And then she told us that she didn’t want to be sent back into society, that she was too crazy and too dangerous before dumping the rest of her bloodied clock parts onto the table. We wanted to stop her, but I think we were all too shocked.

She started to rearrange them in some order and I remember she said “But time is running out, and you really need to come to a decision” Then she pulled out two clock hands and placed them in the center of her bizarre pile. Then she wrote “tick, tick, tick,” on the table in her own blood, stood up and said “Thank you for your time” like she had just asked for a little favor, not made a mess of the table.

I have never seen a transfer report go through more quickly.

On October 23 Alexa was transferred to The New York Psychiatric Institute, and then by an anonymous request, to Castle Facilities in Virginia. The transaction of this was only documented once. The only legitimate information recovered from this document was the location and the date she was moved (February 15).

She remained at Castle facilities for about two years, until authorities started to take an interest in her case and launched an investigation. However by the time they arrived at Castle facilities, Miss Callahan was unable to be found.

At the alleged location of Castle facilities only ruins were found. It was apparent that the site had not been visited for many months. The building was demolished in a way that was similar to the explosion at the Callahan residence.

This leads authorities to believe that the explosions were caused by the same person. Suspects include: Alexa Callahan (missing), Justin Carter (missing), or Jamie Lucas (deceased).

At the site of the wreckage, few pieces of information were recovered. However, there was one piece pertaining to this case that proved to be interesting. A badly documented journal by Dr. Harvey Lancaster (deceased) containing vital information about the Callahan case.

Much of this journal is either missing or illegible. Therefore, the following information contains errors and assumed information. The following information is paraphrased, not quoted, and only vital information was inputted. The full copy of Dr. Harvey Lancaster is not available for viewing.

Information is as follows:

1. Alexa Callahan has a strange fascination with clocks. She is known to either disassemble the clocks, or to change the time inaccurately. The number that she chooses seems well thought out and precise and she changes every clock to the same time, though it is inaccurate. She attempts to change all clocks at once. Every attempt at this results in a different time. The purpose of this behavior is unknown.

2. Alexa Callahan had no apparent intentions of harming the other patients or facility employees.

3. Alexa Callahan has moments of near sanity where she would stop her mumblings of clocks and ticking and the end of the world where she will occasionally ask about her family or the facility. During these states of mind she would frequently ask about her friends Jamie Lucas and Justin Carter. Both Carter and Lucas came to visit Alexa in the Castle exactly twice, but not at the same time.

4. Alexa refuses, under any circumstances to believe that she is wrong in her ramblings, though she will admit to the doctors that she is insane.

5. Intense flashes of light, fire, loud noises, and shaking or sliding scare Alexa. She afterwards falls into a bout of crazed, relieved laughter, and more rambling about ticking.

6. Alexa can accurately tell the time without consulting a time piece. It is unknown how she is able to do this, but it is not any of the conventional methods.

7. Alexa made many references to the fall of the kingdom and gave an exact time, down to seconds, of the alleged time. - As a discovery not recorded in the journal of Dr. Harvey, it seems that this number led to the explosion of the mental ward.

8. All ramblings about the past from before the explosion are real memories, not stories of her own invention.

9. She is unable to walk in a straight line; her movement pattern sways back and forth.

10. She is able to recognize people and speak clearly with them. She seldom mistakes the identities of people around her.

11. She avoids all effort to make social interactions, however is not fearful when approached.

12. She enjoys acronyms, puzzles, word games, and brain teasers.

13. She fights most attempts at physical and eye contact.

An investigation was launched to find any survivors of the explosion. 15 recorded patients were reported alive. Eight patients were discovered in a nearby town (about 13 miles away). Local authorities had discovered the patients and were housing them while awaiting orders of what to do. Six of the seven remaining patients were recovered in the woods surrounding Castle facilities.

Alexa Callahan, the only unrecovered patient, is theorized to have fled to the woods surrounding Castle facilities. No bodies or sightings that match her description have been reported, leading authorities to believe she is still at large.

Authorities have lost all trails but refuse to give up the search.

Alexa Callahan is suspected for murder and terrorism. If identified, it is recommended that authorities are alerted immediately so that she may be taken into custody.

Do not try to approach, converse with, or make eye contact with Alexa Callahan. It is uncertain how she will react.

Do not flash lights or light fires in her presence; she is known to react violently.

Do not try to detain Alexa Callahan alone, she is known to be violent when angered.

TAKE CAUTION.

If Interaction is unavoidable, refrain from sudden movements, physical contact, and eye contact.

If conversation is unavoidable, keep voice at a low register and avoid any loud noises.

If she begins to make a countdown, inform authorities immediately. If this action is not an option, remove yourself from the vicinity. Countdowns from Alexa Callahan seldom lead to anything less than disaster.

If these guidelines are not heeded . . . god save you.

#oneshot #creepypasta #my writing

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juminsmysticmc · 6 years ago

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Thank you for your hard work! Could I request a scenario where the RFA + Minor Duo are Really busy with work but they normaly sing or tell a story to their children but Mc notices that they have a lot to do and does it with them. But they still notice that their children have to go to sleep but actually see Mc how she takes the task to support them? Thx

RFA sings for their children a song to sleep/ a story but have do much to do and Mc does it to make it easier for them and they hear/ see it

Heya! I hope I you like the HC I wrote for you, the idea is pretty cute! Please tell me your opinion! (BTW the typos in the children’s lines are on propose.)

Jumin

Normally he was the one who would sing a good night song for his boy but today he somehow was way too busy.

He was in his room for the whole day working.

You looked at your clock and at your son who was yawing for the second time.

,,Hey, my little hero, should mommy sing you a good night song?’’ you asked your boy who was laying in your lap.

,,No…daddy sings for me….’’ he whined.

,,I know, my little prince but daddy is so busy….shouldn’t we support him at a time like that?’’ you asked your son and stroked his hair.

,,Yep….I don’t wanna be burden for daddy’’ he responded with his tiny voice.

,,You aren’t a burden for daddy, daddy would sing for you immediately, you know? But once in a while I can do the same.’’ you told him.

You didn’t want your son to feel awful. The problem was that he was so intelligent at this young age.

,,Mommy feels bad because she said someting wrong, right? Don’t worry, I understand.’’ he responded and almost made you chuckle because of his mistakes.

,,Twinkle Twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are….’’ you sang in his room as he slowly drifted to sleep.

Jumin on the other side just looked at the clock and realized how late it was.

,,Oh, he must be sad and sleepy….’’ he mumbled and searched you and your son but actually found you in his room.

He listened to your soft voice and just had to chuckle.

,,That’s my task. You’re supposed to watch me.’’ he whispered.

,,I know but the two of us wanted to support you.’’ you told him.

,,Nothing is more important than my wife and my son.’’ he mumbled and kissed you.

Zen

,,Mommy! I will get daddy now!’’ your daughter whined and was about to enter his room.

,,No, my love! You can’t!’’ you told her and grabbed her arm.

,,But I’m sleepy and I can’t sleep without a good night story!’’ your daughter was about to cry.

Zen was practicing his lines in his room.

You looked at our daughter and at the clock, it was way too late for her to stay awake….

,,Okay, come on. Mommy will tell you how daddy saved me, okay?’’ you asked her.

,,Yesch!’’ she responded happily but quickly realized that her daddy was still not there.

,,Daddy is busy because of the new movie, princess….’’ you mumbled.

She gave you a nod and took your hand.

,,Now, tell me, mommy! How did he save yu?’’

You told her the story and she stayed awake the whole time, even through it was really hard for her to stay awake.

,,Now sleep, baby.’’ you told her and stroked her face.

,,Yesch, mommy….’’ she mumbled and was already asleep.

,,So I, the king saved you from the bad monster, my little queen?’’ Zen asked you behind the door.

,,Zenny! I thought you were still in your room!’’

,,No, I realized that our princess had to go to sleep but you took my job….’’ he mumbled.

,,I am sorry…’’ you laughed. But out of the blue Zenny kissed you wild.

,,How will you make me forgive you?’’ he whispered.

,,You need to find out in your own room, king.’’

Yoosung

,,Mommy….’’ your girl called you.

,,Yes?’’ you responded and looked at her green eyes. She was sleepy, you knew.

,,When iz Dede ready?’’ she asked you.

,,I don’t know, my love. Is it okay, if mommy sings for you?’’ you asked her.

She however shook her head.

She was really daddy’s girl, it was understandable.

,,Okay, should the two of you wait for daddy in your bed?’’ you asked her.

You knew that she would fall asleep at the end and luckily she agreed.

And so the two of you laid in her bed and talked a bit.

She really endured it for a long time, you were almost falling asleep before she did!

,,What’z dede doing, mommy?’’ she asked you with her sweet voice.

,,Daddy is trying to find a way to cure a young puppy, dear.’’ you responded.

,,Woah, he’z a life saver!’’ she chuckled.

,,Yeah…daddy really is….’’ but in the end the both of you fell asleep.

Just a hour later Yoosung realized that it was 1 AM.

,,Working overtime….shit’’ he mumbled and got up immediately.

But he noticed that everything was quiet.

He guessed that you were just quiet to not wake up your daughter but then he saw that you actually fell asleep in her bed.

,,She’s supporting me so much…’’ Yoosung mumbled and took you into his arms.

,,Yoosung….?’’ you mumbled.

,,Next time, call me, my wife….’’ he mumbled and kissed you before you drifted into sleep again.

Jaehee

,,You have to go to sleep young boy. Do you realize that?’’ you asked your adopted son.

,,Yes, Mom I realize but I want Mommy to tell me a few things about reality!’’ he snapped.

,,Woah, what’s that, go, I will tell you a bit about the fake live you should dream of!’’ you joked.

Your son was pretty intelligent, he skipped two years already, it was amazing.

He knew so much that you and Jaehee were often surprised.

,,Is Mommy busy with a new recipe?’’ he asked you and you gave him a nod.

,,Let’s go, I will tell you how Uncle Seven tricked Uncle Yoosung and made him believe that he will die.’’ you began and made your son laugh.

,,Good night mom….’’ he mumbled and closed his eyes.

,,Good night….’’ you smiled and kissed your boy.

,,Mc….’’ Jaehee mumbled when she entered the room.

,,Jaehee, it’s okay, go rest, I will take care of everything.’’ you stroked her hair.

,,No….we’re a family…’’ she mumbled and touched your soft hand.

,,I should have spend the evening with the two of you….’’ she told you.

,,Then, let’s spend the night together…’’ you laughed and kissed her.

Saeyoung

,,You two, hurry up below the blankets and go to sleep now.’’ you told your two brats.

,,Nop, without daddy’s jokes we will stay up the whole night…’’

,,…and fight against the Sand Man!’’ the two boys ended each other’s sentence.

They were such a cute couple and you would have laughed if it wasn’t way too late for them.

,,I will tell you a joke, okay?’’ you asked them.

,,Mommy, we need daddy’s jokes to learn from his mistakes.’’ the one mumbled and made you grin.

,,Okay, if so I will tell you about Daddy’s mistakes, yeah?’’ you asked them and made them cheer at the same time.

To be honest Saeyoung and Saeran were pretty busy because an information from the RFA leaked and you all were in a big danger right now.

But luckily he took care of it after a long day.

,,Go to Mc, I guess the two copies of you, devil, won’t fall asleep….’’ Saeran mumbled.

,,Right, my two boys….’’ he smiled and went into their rooms.

He was about to wake them up again when he realized that it was 5 AM and that you were asleep too.

,,That would be too selfish….’’ he mumbled and stroked your face.

,,They waited for you until 3 AM.’’ you mumbled.

,,I’m sorry….’’ he mumbled and kissed you.

,,How did you make them fall asleep?’’ he asked you.

,,I told them to close their eyes and picture you doing dumb stuff and so they eventually fell asleep.’’ you groaned.

,,Let’s go to sleep too, 606…’’ he mumbled and helped you up.

Saeran

The one thing he loved was to sing for his little girl and watch her calm sleep.

He just loved her assured face.

But today he somehow forgot to look at his clock.

And so when he noticed that it was already past an hour after bed time, he panicked a bit.

Why didn’t they call him?

But then, while he walked to his daughters room he overheard you and your daughter.

,,Mommy, why can‘t we call daddy? He don’t wanna?“ she asked you.

,,That’s not, baby. Daddy would come right away but I think he has a lot to do for now so why don’t we have a girls day? I will tell you a story about dadd, okay?“

And so you told her how brave he was and that he saved you like a king would do for his queen.

Saeran listened to you, he enjoyed to listen to you once in a while.

When your daughter was finally asleep, you stepped out and noticed that he was there the whole time.

,,Is it okay for you to be here, don’t you have to work?“ you asked him.

,,It’s okay…I just forgot the time. By the way, you changed the story a bit…“ he mumbled and made you smile.

,,Really? How is it right?“ you asked him sweetly.

Jihyun

He was now working constantly for so many days just to finish a picture.

You wanted to support him but you couldn’t do anything.

But then you looked at the brown haired girl you adopted.

She loved Jihyun so much and she wanted him to tell her daily a story before going to sleep.

,,Would it be okay if I tell you stories until Jihyun has more time?“ you asked her and she gave you a nod.

And so the two of you talked a bit instead you telling her a story.

,,When the baby is here, will I be his big sister?“ she asked you and you nodded.

You told her a few things about the baby and then she was already asleep.

,,You know, we adopted her together. So I would have found time. You don’t have to do this alone…instead rest…“ he mumbled and stroked your swollen body.

,,You were working, I thought this was the least I could do for you…“ you mumbled as you put your head on his chest.

,,You did so much more…“ he kissed you and observed the little girl.

Soon he would have a second child and Jihyun wanted to cherish both of them…

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majdalenaska · 5 years ago

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Up in the air aka glorified waitress

Today it’s been exactly two years since I officially started my cabin crew journey and working for Norwegian Air, hence I‘ve decided to start a blog. Let’s see how it goes..

Below I describe my 6 days‘ trip down route. I hope you will enjoy it a bit and get a little glimpse into my flying world.

I’m talking to a young girl in the elevator; she looks at me in my uniform and says: „Wow, you are a cabin crew? Well, in fact she meant to say : „ Wow you are so lucky, you get to travel the whole world“!

That made me smile, but deep down I thought, hmm that’s a bit of an overstatement.

No, really, many of my friends have a bit biased ideas about this world of flying and what it really feels like to work on a plane. Initially, I was very naive as well, not having a clue as to how I was going to feel on board, how I was going to interact with passengers from different countries and cultures who speak languages that I might not understand. What it is like meeting a different crew every single flight - a bunch of folks who you have never met before, and having to pretend you are proficient enough to provide excellent customer service.

No one can prepare you for the actual flight and being on board. The jetlagg, the anxiety, stress and fatique but with time it all goes away and you get used to it, somehow.

But, on the other hand, who can say they’ve had a steak for dinner in one of the most famous restaurant in Buenos Aires and danced Tango with one of the locals? Or who gets to experience flying in the skies at 39 000 ft every week using a Dreamliner 787 as their office? And getting paid for all the traveling around the world? To sum it up all, I’d say my life is kinda up and down, literally.

This week I’ve had a 6 days‘ trip: London-New York-Madrid-New York-Madrid-London, sounds awful, doesn’t it? It is kind of an odd pattern but since we cover the workload of other bases, we have to be ready anytime for anything. This is aviation! Sometimes you never know where you could be flying next.

28.8./ 8:20 CET- London Gatwick

I meet my crew at Costa coffee at Gatwick and first introductions can begin. There are over 800 crews in Norwegian, so in most cases you will see everyone for the first time, and there is a little chance that you will be flying with someone you’ve already met before. I really appreciate when I see someone I’ve worked with on my previous flights, so there is a slight possibility. I’m feeling a bit awkward, I don’t seem to know anyone. I am not keen on small talk but there is no other choice. The flight crew aren‘t looking very happy today but maybe a smile from cabin crew will cheer them up.

Together we are headed on board and in the forward cabin (PREMIUM) we have a quick briefing before the flight. Our senior assigns positions of the door which we are responsible for. Together we talk through all emergency questions and also discuss first aid topics. The Captain provides us with information regarding turbulences and the flight time, which is the only information everyone’s been waiting for. I’m feeling tired, didn’t have a good night’s sleep , but once the meal service starts, I am ready to go. The flight runs relatively smoothly, we do have an enormous bunch of orders though, which is not ideal, if there are only 8 cabin crew in total. Flights, especially to NYC, are ridicilously busy sometimes.

We finish the service and half the crew can hit the crew rest, which is located at the rear of the cabin. It’s my turn so I can get myself into the little bunk, close my eyes trying to get some rest;this is so far the best part of the flight. If anyone of my readers has ever flown on a Boeing 787 before - please keep reading. You can find the lavatories on the other side of the crew rest and if you see the sign CABIN CREW ONLY , please stay away, this is definitely not a lavatory. You might wonder why I mention this, but 99% of our passengers do try to open our doors and fail miserably.

Anyway, we get to New York city around 1 PM local time (18.00 CET), and since this airport is one of the busiest airports out there we sometimes spend around 45 minutes taxing to the gate and waiting and waiting… (the worst part of a flight)

15:30 local time/ 20 : 30 CET – New York City

Two hours later, we finally reach our hotel in Manhattan; the whole journey from the airport can take up to 1 hour. But we stay in a hotel in Manhattan, so no one complains really. Everyone gets to their rooms and we talk about what to do later. We plan a rooftop bar in Brooklyn, but it starts raining, bummer. I take a shower and a short nap, since later I plan on going to Whole Foods with one of my colleagues. Shouldn’t have done that; after waking up I feel so drained that I am only capable of going downstairs for a pizza at the corner.

The pizza tastes delicious though and I put a Netflix on, unwind and relax. At 8 o´clock I can’t keep my eyes open anymore and I fall asleep. At 2 am I wake up and lie around in bed till 5 am. Thank you jet lag! Being an experienced flight attendant, however, I do have my morning routine. I do a bit of yoga, meditate and head for the coast to have a jog, which works perfect for jetlagg issues. You usually need a buddy who will drag you out of the bed, though. This time I pulled it off on my own!

It really feels amazing to be jogging along the Hudson river at 7 am, passing thrilled New Yorkers with their dogs and strollers, thinking about how awesome it might be to actually live here. After a while, I sit on a bench, listen to music and admire the views over Manhattan and get carried away. I come for a run here every single morning.

Back at the hotel, I go downstairs to have breakfast and meet the rest of my crew. A big breakfast makes me tired once again, so no big plans for today, I’m afraid. But maybe I could manage some shopping in Century 21 and a lunch in Whole foods? ( BTW This place is awesome, just don’t get too carried away, otherwise you’ll be crying at the till.) Later we fly back to Madrid and I desperately long for a good night’s sleep. Tough luck, though.

I play a meditation video to calm me down but it’s pointless.

29.8/21:15 local time( 02:15 CET)- New York City

It’s not ideal to start your flight at 3 am European time, as you can imagine. Anyway, in the world of flight attendants you get used to anything…anything at all. One hour on a bus to the airport, one hour taxing to the gate…man, I am drained. I am sitting on my jumpseat about 50 minutes and there are 3 passengers sitting opposite me.( Cabin crew must smile no matter what, so wakey wakey Magdalena!) Luckily all the passengers are asleep so I can relax. The flight is stress and turbulence free and it only takes 6 hours and 30 minutes,yay. Well, sometimes it is rather enjoyable. Although every flight is utterly different, to be honest. Fatique, arguments with passengers, arguments with crew, fainting passengers, drunk passengers…take your pick. But, hooray, today no one has vomitted on me and I haven‘t spilled any drinks on anyone. Not yet, at least.

30.8/14:35 local time - Madrid

We are thrilled arriving in Madrid. My idea of the upcoming days looks like this: The sun, the pool and chill. I leave my uniform in the hotel room and in the evening I meet my colleagues from Hungary and Poland. Together we set off towards the center of Madrid. The plan is to stroll around the city and get some Tapas and Sangria. We are lucky enough to be guided by one of our colleagues who is local in Madrid.

He shows us a few places of interests. I am mainly excited by the beautiful park called Cuarttel de la Montana, which gives you a stunning view over the city. We can‘t possibly finish our evening in Madrid without visiting the local Chocolateria San Gines, where the best Churros is made. The next day we explore the shopping mall next door, and spend a great time relaxing at the pool and regaining energy for the upcoming night flight.

31.8./18:25 local time

All bags packed and prepared, I am headed down to the lobby to meet my crew. We are flying back to New York City, which I am not really keen on, due to my poor sleep on the East Coast. Interestingly, lately I‘ve preferred flying to the West coast of USA where I don’t have a major issue with jetlagg and sleep.( Though it only took a year and half to get used to all those time differences, haha.) We have a nice flight, the only trouble being that almost 80% of all passengers are Spanish speaking, so we send our only Spanish speaking colleague L. everywhere we can. L. is not that excited about the situation. We have a small issue with a passenger who refuses to give up on her own meal with nuts. Unfortunately for her, we have a passenger on board, who is allergic to nuts and hence it’s strictly forbidden to be eating anything containing nuts. But Mrs. B. is not happy about that and complains that she only eats foods that are vegan, gluten free an organic and we can’t really provide that from our snack bar, according to her. I try my best explaining and offering something else but in the end I have to call my senior. We bribe her with a freshly made coffee which is the only thing she is willing to consume. Anyway, at the end of the flight. Mrs. B opens up her own meal box risking an anaphylactic shock for the poor passenger. Fortunately, nothing happens and her meal doesn‘t trigger an allergic reaction. It really feels utterly frustrating that although we do our best to explain the seriousness of the situation, Mrs. B. ignores everything we say and put the life of a co - passenger at a risk. I think it is outrageous how some people are so ignorant and arrogant. Yet, there‘s so much more a cabin crew can come up against and have to deal with.( I just can‘t really stress enough the importance of working on yourself, your resiliance and patience, to be able to face all those kinds of challenges without ever losing your head and nerve.)

Another situation comes up with a lady complaining about not getting a seat in exit row , where she can hang up a bassinet for her baby during the flight. Since she only speaks spanish, my colleague L. apologizes to her saying that they must have made a mistake at the check in desk and she will have to take another seat unfortunately.

Service is taking ages and is not pleasant at all, no one can understand me, but eventually I am good to go with Vino Bianco and Vino Rosso. Spanish is not that difficult after all.

We get to the Manhattan hotel at around 1 am in the morning, which is 6 am European time. Having an alcoholic beverage goes aside and I am only focused on my beautiful bed on 23rd floor. I am so tired I would happily stay in that cosy warm bed until tomorrow’s pick up. But I forget I am at East coast so I am up at 6.30 heading for breakfast. I don’t feel like running today, apologies Hudson river. After breakfast I feel drowsy again, I roll in the bed and put on some Netflix. I get my lunch in Preta Manger nearby and go back to my hotel room. You‘re thinking right, jetlagg is not an easy beast sometimes.

1.9 /21.15 local tme- 02.15 CET- New York

Here comes the very last working flight of this pattern and we are going back to Madrid, yay, feels like Dejavu. On the way to the JFK airport everyone falls asleep since it takes about an hour to get there and it is quite late in the evening. What is the best thing about night flights? Almost every passenger is fast asleep before the take off, awesome! We have a quiet time in both galleys and the flight only takes 6,5 hours, which is a big plus of NYC flights. Compared it with Buenos Aires, which is about 13 hours from London Gatwick, a bit of a difference, eh?

2.9. /12:59 CET – Madrid

We’ve arrived in Madrid but our flight back to London Gatwick is due in 5 hours. We are lucky enough to have our hotel booked for us so we can refresh and relax for a bit. We don’t operate this flight- it is called DEADHEADING, which means, that we fly as passengers in our civil clothes. We get to Gatwick around 7.30 in the evening and everything seems great. There wasn’t any delay, no baggage was lost, everything is as should be. Around 10 o’clock in the evening I get home and order a pizza and a beer from Deliveroo. Unpacking my suitcase can wait till tomorrow - I fall into my cosy bed and I am not getting out of it for the next 12 hours.

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