#ahh ill probably delete this later too

[angelhyunjin]

few hours left 🙇🏻‍♀💞

[voiceless-terror]

hi friend!!!! i love your writing!!! if you're taking prompts from the bingo card (if you're not then feel free to delete this!!), how about N5 for Jon? :) i hope you have a great day!!

‘fighting to pay attention to urgent information’ ahh i love this prompt!! thank you so much for the ask, it means a lot since i love your writing so much (and it  inspired me to starting posting my stuff, to be honest). Here you go, I hope you like! This takes place right after Sasha makes her statement to Jon in season one.

Sasha is talking but Jon can’t hear her.

It’s all muddled in his mind. So many things have happened over the last couple of weeks- Martin’s worm attack and now Sasha’s encounter with Michael- and his mind is refusing to process. She gave her statement in his office and was now explaining the situation to Martin and Tim while Jon stood awkwardly in the doorway, trying to nod at the appropriate time.

“We’ll need a plan of attack if Prentiss comes or if any of us encounter Michael again,” she’s saying. “Martin’s already living here, but-”

A plan. Yes. A plan would be good but Jon can’t think beyond Sasha bleeding in his office and Martin throwing open his door demanding to be heard. The worms on the pavement crawl and creep and remind him of something he thought he’d finally put behind him but he’s been chasing it the entire time, hasn’t he?

His body feels at once too hot and too cold. Jon’s never understood that about illness. How a body can burn with fever and shake with a chill at the same time. But he’s not sick, he’s just...overwhelmed. Needs to eat a normal meal, needs to get some sleep. If he could just get a deep breath in his lungs the black spots would stop dancing in front of his vision and he could pay attention and come up with a plan. 

But every other word is ‘worms’ and ‘infestation’ and all matter of disturbing things and his mind goes wild with imagination, horrible scenarios playing out in his mind as his breaths turn into an uneven staccato of sound that he tries to stifle.

“-could get more CO2 you think? Jon?” That’s your name.

“A-Ah, yes. I’ll t-talk to Elias.” Sasha nods and Jon is relieved to have said the right thing. The fog in his brain lifts; the panic eases for just a few moments but it only reveals more physical pain and he starts to shake. He knows he needs to sit down soon or he’ll be lying on the ground either way. So he slowly backs out of the room, hoping no one notices as his hands grasp at the wall for balance. He manages to stumble back to Document Storage before he hears someone calling his name. But he’s lost now, barely breathing as his heart stutters in his chest and he sinks to the floor.

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Martin had been watching Jon while Sasha spoke. Martin watched Jon a lot- innocently, of course, and Jon never seemed to notice. He was either willfully ignorant or really that oblivious. 

Martin was starting to double down on the ‘willfully ignorant’ theory. 

Jon was nodding along, sure. But his face held a detached blankness, as if each word were in one ear and out the other. Of course he would zone out during this conversation; it involved real, actual supernatural occurrences. He only contributed once, a vague promise to talk to Elias, who was turning out to be a very useless manager. Martin thought Jon was getting better about this. After all, he seemed to believe both Martin and Sasha’s stories. But he watched as Jon moved further and further out of the room when he should be contributing to the conversation. He disappeared down the hallway and Martin let out an irritated sigh, drawing Tim and Sasha’s attention.

“What’s up?” Tim asked from his perch on Sasha’s desk. “Don’t worry, we’re gonna figure this out-”

“It’s not-” Martin got up, starting to make his way down the hallway. “It’s Jon. I can’t believe he would just walk out on this. I’m going to go talk to him.”

“Martin-” Sasha sounded hesitant but he ignored her as he spotted the open door to Document Storage. Why would Jon go  here instead of his office? This was Martin’s room with his things. And I didn’t exactly keep it clean. “Jon?” he called out. “Jon, you need to- what are you doing?”

The man was leaning against his cot, knees brought up to his chest as he stared at the floor. His glasses were tucked into his sweater and his hair was a mess, as if he’d been running his fingers through it. And he was ignoring Martin in favor of whatever the hell he found so interesting about the floor. Martin stooped down to his level, ignoring the twinge in his knees on the cold cement. “What’s going on?” he asked again, trying to keep the annoyance out of his voice. God, Jon could be so infuriating at times, but he was still concerned.

Jon barely spared him a glance and tightened his arms around his knees, looking like a ball of tension. His shoulders moved very minutely upwards in a sort of shrugging motion and Martin thought he heard a mumble of ‘’nothing, fine,” under his breath and he couldn’t help but roll his eyes. He moved in closer, setting a firm hand on Jon’s bony shoulder- when did he get so thin?

“Look, I know it’s a lot,” Martin tried for comfort, though it was getting harder and harder to do so these days when the man refused to see reason. “But you can’t just bury your head in the sand whenever someone says something you don’t want to hear, alright? We’re all struggling and it would be a lot easier if we had a boss who actually listened instead of- shit.”

Jon was shaking so much. How had he not noticed? His breathing was off, like a sputtering engine as his white-knuckled grip dug into his knees. His face was ashen and sweaty. He was clearly unwell but he opened his mouth anyway in an attempt to respond. His eyes did not meet Martin’s.

“It’s- it’s all I think about,” he began, his voice more of a croak than the smooth baritone Martin was used to. “She’s after us, after you and Sasha and now there’s Michael and I don’t know what to do.” Martin watched in horror as his eyes filled with tears and his voice trembled. “And- and what if I go home and she’s waiting there? What if she gets Tim? What if we aren’t safe anywhere?” A slender hand shot out and grabbed onto Martin’s sweater, startling him as Jon’s eyes met his own with a desperate fervor. “I-I can’t sleep. I can’t eat. And Elias doesn’t even care, just w-watches while we all scramble around doing- doing-” his voice broke into a hacking cough and Martin couldn’t witness any more. He dislodged Jon’s hand and backed away. Seeing Jon like this was uncomfortable and he wasn’t sure what to do about it, so he went into his natural problem-solving mode. “I’m going to get you some water, yeah? You’re- you’re not well, we can talk about this later.” Despite keeping his voice soft and low, Martin watched as Jon shrunk into himself, desperately trying to stifle his coughs. “I’ll be right back.”

He hightailed it out of the storage area, eyes firmly on the ground and steps so quick he didn’t notice Tim until he ran right into him.

“Oof! What’s wrong, Martin?” Tim said as he grabbed him by the shoulder. “Boss giving you trouble?” Martin shook his head, voicing his next words as diplomatically as possible. 

“He’s, um- I think he’s sick?” Tim’s brow furrowed in concern. “I’m just going to get him some water, yeah.” He walked off before Tim could ask another question; he didn’t want to leave Jon alone for too long but he also didn’t want to be subjected to Tim’s questioning.

It only took him a couple of minutes to grab some water and a cold towel but by the time he got back to the room Jon was laid out on his cot, eyes barely open as Tim said something Martin couldn’t hear and smiled softly at the man in the bed. He knew they’d all known each other before the Archives; it was something that he thought about quite a bit, to be honest. But he’d never really seen Jon interact with someone like this, so quiet and trusting that he nodded off right in front of them.  

“There you are!” Tim said, uncharacteristically quiet. He reached out and Martin handed over the supplies, still stupefied by the whole situation. 

“Just gonna let him sleep for a mo’ before I force this down his throat,” he chuckled as he gently placed the towel on his forehead. “Glad you checked up on him- didn’t realize he was having a rough go of it. I’m usually a bit more observant.”

“We’re all having a rough go of it, Tim,” Martin felt like he had to explain some of his frustration. “How did he let himself get to this point? I mean, he’s always so skeptical on the tapes but it turns out he’s worked himself up so much he’s sick and it doesn’t make any sense.”

“We all tell our lies, Martin,” The words weren’t said unkindly, but he remembered that Tim knew about his resume and though he didn’t think the man would ever tell anyone it did seem like the words were rather pointed. “His coping mechanism is all this skeptic nonsense. Don’t get me wrong, it’s terrible and very annoying,” Tim conceded, giving Martin a knowing look. “But not all of us ended up here accidentally. Most of us are here for answers. For a reason.” Tim’s far off look reminded him that he knew so little about the people he worked with. He wondered what Tim’s reason was, what Jon’s was. And if they would ever feel comfortable enough to confide in him. 

Martin doesn’t know how to respond to those words, so he does what he does best- deflect and nervously offer his services. “I can throw the kettle on, maybe order some takeaway? Food would probably make him feel better.” 

“Yeah, reckon it would,” Tim’s just staring at Jon as he fitfully dozed. Tim may not have been attacked directly but he looked tired and worried all the same. “He likes Thai.”

Martin noted the fact down for his mental file on Jonathan Sims. Hates spiders. Likes his tea with milk, no sugar. Hates my handwriting. Likes Thai. It’s not very comprehensive.

Later, when he’s making tea in the break room, he watches as Sasha slips into the hallway to Document Storage, attempting to go unnoticed. She’s got a hand to her shoulder like she’s trying to rub away the ache and Martin grabs some paracetamol out of the cabinet, knowing both her and Jon will need it. Everyone in the Archives likes to hide their pain, himself included. But maybe for one night they could help each other out. Four tired humans against two eldritch abominations.

Martin could get behind those odds.

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27065482

[moonlightchn]

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[aplaceforthesoul]

Anonymous submitted:

F/20. I’ve just realized that I can never befriend guys ever since this happened. I was best friends w this guy, I had other best guy friends before and along this as well but not after. But he was my bestest guy friend, lets call him A. We became friends after a fb chat on 3rd grade, went on becoming friends till 7th grade. We tell each other everything. Our crushes, people we hate, insecurities. Whenever he don’t tell who a story is about, its probably bc its about me. Same for myself. And we figured this code out & often do it. It was ok, things were great. until he confessed he has feelings for me.

I was in the middle of going thru a breakup. The break up happened at 6th grade (i know. I know i was too young but it broke me). I was madly in love with the guy. Lets call him B. A and B are in the same friend group at 7th grade. A used to say that he hates B bc of what he did to me, and bc B was this popular douchy stereotype guy. But somehow they became friends at 7th grade. I felt truly betrayed and confronted him about it, but after a few times I got tired and ignored the whole thing. Before this happened, I had asked him if he ever talked about me with anyone. And he told me that he talked about how pretty I was, as I quote him “I told C (C used to be my best friend as well, A & C are still friends now) that you’re goddamn gorgeous, and C agreed to it. Also I talked w B about u as well but thats confidential.”. So after he confessed, a friend of mine just told me that she has a crush on A and I volunteered to become their matchmaker…when he confessed to me, I was just texting him abt how heartbroken I was towards B. And he suddenly replied w, “idk if you’ve figured it out or not, but tbh rn i really like you a lot.”. And that just, i got so confused. I didnt know how to reply..i forgot what happened, but i think i did told him few weeks after that i had a crush on him but it was a long ago. To be honest, i never had a crush on him. I just didnt want to break any of my friendships. After that, things got a lot weirder..we dont talk much anymore. Ahh i forgot that few months before he confessed, he just broke off his 11 month relationship with one of my best friends. I was their mutual friend & i was the main reason they got together in the first place. At 8th grade, I moved to another school.

I apologized and messaged him on fb about how bad ive been treating him, and then i said that i was into someone but cant say it. Mind that at that time, i was forcing my feelings to like him. And so..he said that he had someone that he liked, so much, but cant share it either. Remember the story code? Pretty sure we both know it was abt each other. And then a few months after we talked again. He sort of sexually harrased me on chat, criticized my boobs and all that. I told him, what the fuck. Few days after told me he was sorry, and I quote him “God, I miss talkinh to you so much.”. And after that no convos anymore. Heard that hes dating someone else. Lets name her D. At 9th grade, I started talking to him again. He was still w D, he got sort of flirty I guess. I thought I liked him, but I never go for someone whos not single so I stopped. Few months later he told me they broke up, said he was out of his mind for wanting to date D. Told me bad things about D. Went back to that code thing again, abt how we like people but cant tell each other about it. At the end of 9th grade, i was like.. fuck it. Ill just tell him that its him, called him on the phone. Did a whole rant about my feelins and said, all this time..it was you. And he FREAKIN ANSWERED WITH, I KNOW…thanked me after that. A few weeks later I figured out he was w someone else when that phonecall happened. Shitttttt. Lets call her E.

E was and probably still, is SMITTEN w A. Its so so obvious. Naturally whenevet i just made a new social media account, Id follow A. And somehow, E WOULD KNOW, and follow me shortly afterwards. I have never talked nor met E before (it was a big school). At 10th grade, we did the whole code thing again. He was obviously still w E, but I was tired of it so I was like, “i do have someone that i like, but its def not u.”. He ignored me afterwards. A few months later, he went to my high school. A and I went to different high schools, but I go with D & E to the same one. I met him at the school hall, didnt expect it at all. He was talking w his friends & there was D as well. I said “Hi A” and he went silent. I just kept walking and i noticed he was still looking at me. At 11th grade, somehow the code thing happened AGAIN, at this point I got tired of it. He had his own squad, already broke up w E but they were in the same squad. I forgot what I told him but i think i told him who i was really nto, which is H (which surprise surprise!!is someone D IS INTO AS WELL) this time I realized that I never had feelings for B ever. He ignored me again. At 12th grade I deleted my ig, made a new one, and he suddenly followed me. I heard that in college he got back together w E which I fully support bc theyre so cute together & E is nice. But the whole thing together just made me never want to befriend guys, idk im just afraid of it. How do i try to fight this?

hello there. I can understand why you have hesitations on making new friends with guys after the history you had with A and the other guys in your life. I think one of things that made the friendship between you and A so strained was because you two kept hinting at having feelings, even if you really didn’t. It sounds like he did have feelings and would try to push you away when you made it clear you didn’t return those feelings. From what you’ve said, it sounds like he wasn’t the best friend to you once he confessed his feelings. 

Sadly, it is harder to be friends with someone of the opposite sex because some of time people become friends with someone with the intentions of becoming more. Don’t worry though, I promise there are guys out there who you can befriend without them trying to be more.

Remind yourself that every guy is not like A. Also, I would make sure when you do make new friends with a guy, that you make it clear you aren’t looking for more. Don’t give him hints or tell him you have feelings if you don’t. As long as both of you are on the same page, there shouldn’t be any issues! It might also help that you are a little older now. That might add a little more maturity to the friendship so that no lines are crossed to make the friendship become messy. 

Remind yourself that there is no reason to be afraid! Friendships can get messy but if you communicate with the other person and are honest about your feelings, then you won’t have to worry about sticky situations. 

I hope this helps and I hope you can make new friends without any reservations because of your past. 

-Demi

[shazyloren]

Lustful Affair: Chapter 6 - Belle Babberton

Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/13083426/chapters/30096576

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The week sped by for Rey.

Professor Organa's lecture were actually really interesting, once she got past remembering seeing him with no clothes on.

Then the only thing she struggled with was deleting his number.

She knew it was ill advised that she still had it.

But she couldn't bring herself to do it, so she hadn't yet.

Friday came around and as a seminar was the last thing they had that week before Finn's house party later that night, Rey was itching to get it over with.

Rose and Rey had spent majority of their time in the library researching different subject areas.

They'd already pulled one all nighter there, it was easier than the noisy dorm study lounge.

Thank you coffee.

One late study session had brought about an irate response in Rey, when she heard other girls from the science labs talk about the good looks of Professor Organa.

She'd seen red and it took three chocolate bars for her to calm down.

Both she and Rose had paired up in their final seminar of the week with a girl called Belle Babberton. Or BB as she prefered to be called.

She was a five foot on the dot white girl with the most orange hair anyone had ever seen.

They were to give a presentation on engineering feats of the past ten years and explain the science behind it all.

They'd invited her to the Library on Sunday which was where they were going to start it.

She'd happily agreed to join.

So now, as the seminar finished, they walked out and began to pile out of the building.

"So are you coming to the party tonight?" BB asked.

"You mean Finn's?" Rey laughed.

"Of course"

"Well considering Finn is my boyfriend it'd be a bit rude If I didn't show up" Rose smirked.

"No way!" BB exclaimed. "You're dating the FINN STORM?"

"The very one" Rose bragged.

"Him and his male friend Poe are so fine" BB sighed as if day dreaming.

"Don't go near Poe, he's all types of crazy" Rey cackled. "He ate a whole watermelon in like 4 minutes yesterday in the cafeteria"

"That sounds impressive" BB was a fun character. She had bundles of energy, which was the only downside.

Today of all days, Rey was too grumpy for it.

She'd seen the so called 'English Professor', whose name she did not know, flirting with Professor Organa and she'd had a flare of jealousy within her.

Rey, it's over.

She kept telling herself she was over him.

But she'd see him again and be reminded of everything they'd shared together.

But she couldn't think of that now, she had a party to get ready for.

So they invited BB to come back to their dorm and to get ready with them there, and she accepted.

When they reached the dorm, the boys in the room across the hall were having an argument over a girl for the third time that week.

"Ignore them, they'll both probably be spit-roasting her tomorrow" Rose explained.

"Rose that's disgusting" Rey gagged.

"Why?" Rose asked. "It's true"

They entered the dorm room and immediately began looking for clothes to wear. Rey chose high waisted ripped jeans with stillettos and a burgandy crop top. She felt good, she felt confident. Which was worrying because this happened last sunday and look what happened.

Unadvised sex with her Professor.

It was a few hours before they were ready, drinks had already flowed.

Wine in particular, lots of it.

Finn had said he'd pick them up and so when Rey looked out of the window, she could indeed see him.

They clambered down the stairs and made to the exit.

"Finnie" Rose gushed. Rey made a pretend sick face.

"Girls, what's good-" Finn stopped in his tracks. "I don't believe we've met?"

"Finn, this is BB" Rose introduced her.

"Great, introductions made can we get in the car I'm freezing my knickers off" Rey shivered. They all rolled their eyes.

They climbed in and began the short drive to Finn's fraternity house.

It was quiet on route. Even Rose didn't say much to Finn.

But when they arrived on Finn's street the laughing began.

"I believe you weren't lying, Rose" Rey nodded impressed. "Invite 20, 200 show up"

"Jesus Finn... Is Poe jumping off of the Garage?" They looked out the window as Finn pulled into the drive.

Indeed, there was Poe laying on the grass after having jumped off of the Garage, laughing his head off.

Rey and the others jumped out of the car.

"Hello, idiots" Rey introduced herself. Already tipsy as the wine they'd been drinking began to settle in.

"Hell-o, Rey" Poe smirked. He looked up at her from the ground. "Such a good view from down here"

"Yes, the under chin really is an attractive angle" Rey exclaimed sarcastically.

She hauled him up.

He led them all inside, BB squealing with excitement.

The Fraternity house was already alive and kicking, things being broken, people making out. The usual.

"Wow, this is... intense" BB breathlessly puffed. "It's freaking awesome!"

"Poe?" Rose walked over to him and his friends and asked where the drinks were. "You're an ass!"

"You love me Rose" He shrugs.

"I do not, I'm not Finn's annoying scrappy dog he likes to keep on a leash!" She kicked him in the shin.

"Hey watch it, I gotta play football tomorrow!"

Rey rolled her eyes and walked off toward the other rooms, finding the drinks on route. She picked up something that suspiciously was luminous and shrugged.

No harming in trying this.

She was wrong, it was very harmful.

"Jesus fuck!" She screeched as she coughed and spluttered.

"Rey, what's the noise abou- Ooh, that looks interesting!" BB had come over and dove straight for the luminous stuff.

"BB DON'T!" Rey was too late.

"Oh this is some strong stuff" BB blinked as her eyes rolled in different directions. "WOW, THAT'S SOME SHIT RIGHT THERE!"

Great, she's already drunk.

Rey knew she'd had too much wine, especially when she'd admitted to never drinking before.

Rey knew she was feeling the effects of whatever was in that drink, but not that badly.

Although, she was swaying a little...

Time went on and before Rey knew it she'd been dancing and chatting at the party for two hours.

Poe had tried to chat her up twice and both times she'd said she wasn't drunk enough.

But the more she sipped on beer, the more she contemplated taking him up on his offer.

He was handsome...

Her hand went to her phone in her bag and saw a message...

It was from him...

I don't know if I should delete your number

Have you deleted mine?

Rey giggled like she was twelve and typed back.

Who dis?

Rey laughed at how funny she was being. Pow came over to her at that point.

She didn't get a message straight away, but when she did, it was when Poe came over.

"Poe my main man!" Rey snorted. He looked startled.

"Rey, just letting you know Rose is off, she's already thrown up and Finn's sending her back in a taxi" He said slightly swaying on his feet.

Rey nodded.

"Poe, take a selfie with me!" She laughed. He laughed too but he didn't know at what.

She pulled up the front facing camera and pressed the button.

Nothing happened.

"Have you taken it yet?" Poe slurred.

"I thought I- Oh, I pressed video mode!" Rey cackled louder than a witch trying to frighten children.

Poe joined in and suddenly it was infectious.

They were giving out gut-busting laughs.

"Hey Poe" Rey giggled.

"Yeah?" He said cautiously.

Rey attacked him with her mouth, ferocious in her kissing.

It wasn't as good as remembering Kylo's lips on hers, but it was still better than anything in Jakku.

She still went in with her mouth, her hand still up and recording the moment.

Suddenly, they broke apart.

And started laughing again.

"Great snog, Rey" Poe chuckled.

Rey nodded in agreement, finishing the video and pressing save on her phone.

"Rey...." She heard a moan behind her and turned around.

BB was lying on the floor looking sad.

"Oh jesus" Rey wobbled where she stood. "You need to go home"

"I know..." She said miserably.

Rey didn't know what to do, but thankfully, Poe did.

"NINEY!" He shouted.

A big guy, probably Six foot six, came over to where they were stood. He had raven black hair and silver eyes, something Rey had never seen. He almost looked like some sort of Angel of Death.

BB tried to stand up as this man looked at her.

Her eyes went wide.

Rey rolled her eyes. The guy, also known as 'Niney', picked BB up off of the floor and helped her out of the house.

Rey was alone then, Rose and BB had left.

"Now, where were we?" Poe smirked.

So this was his plan all along, Rey thought. Get everyone to leave so he could seduce me.

Rey thought on it.

Ahh fuck it, why not.