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Soulmates — Kim Taehyung (soulmate au)

Warnings: None

Contains: Cute soulmates!Tae and Y/N meeting each other

Requested: no

Words: 7, 395 (holy SHIT. I DID NOT EXPECT THIS TO BE SO LONG. But, uh...😳😅)

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The sunlight slowly makes it’s way into my room, spreading across the floor of my bedroom. The sound of my alarm is the first thing wake me up. Groaning softly, I pick up my phone and turn off the alarm, flopping back in bed. Sighing, I open my eyes and stare up at the ceiling. “Do I have to get up? Is work that important?” I ask myself. Finally, I let out another defeated sigh and climb out of bed, walking into the bathroom.

All around me, the house is quiet. I’m fairly sure that my family is asleep, other than one of my parents. I can hear someone down in the kitchen making breakfast. I go into the bathroom and close the door, turning toward the mirror. As soon as I catch sight of my reflection, my stomach drops and I groan loudly, dropping my face into my hands. “What. Is it. With. You. Dying. Your hair?!” I groan, pulling at my hair and cursing my soulmate. Normally, my hair is a nice, pretty Y/H/C. I like it like that. But, then...there’s my soulmate attachment.

You see, in this world, everyone has what is called a “soulmate attachment”. Some people see in black and white until they meet their soulmate. Other people see words that their soulmate writes on their skin. Some have the date that they’ll meet written at their wrist. Mine, on the other hand, is a hair color soulmate attachment. Since the day I was born, I’ve had a large stripe of hair that shows the color of my soulmate’s hair is. For a while, everything was normal. It was black and I liked it like that. Then, right around 2013 or 2014...it started changing every. other. month. At first, it was dirty blonde. That was okay. Then, it was a purpley-brown...I can deal with that. Then, one day, I woke up and it was bright. orange.

At this point, I should be used to it. My soulmate dyes his hair a lot, but...why such random colors? The weirdest day was when I woke up and, for whatever reason, it was half blonde, half pink. I nearly ripped the stripe of hair out. Now, at least the strip is a normal color. The strip of hair is a dark brown, verging slightly on black. I shake my head and sigh, pulling my fingers through my hair. “Just...Just why? I just wanna know why,” I sigh, deciding to ignore it and continue with my day.

Quickly, I go through my routine in the bathroom, then go back to my room. I pull on my work clothes, pulling my apron overtop of the plain t-shirt and work pants. The logo of the catering service I work for is splattered across the front of the apron. Once I’m ready, I head downstairs to grab some breakfast before I have to leave.

When I enter the kitchen, my mom looks over her shoulder and chuckles at me. “I see your soulmate is at it again,” she laughs. I roll my eyes, grabbing a plate from our cabinet.

“Ha ha, very funny. Yes. He dyed his hair again. And I swear I’m gonna murder him for putting me through this once I finally meet this guy,” I huff. Mom calmly tips some scrambled eggs onto my plate and I put my bread in the toaster. She just chuckles again, shaking her head.

“No, you won’t. You’ll be too in love as soon as you see him,” she smiles.

“Mhm, we’ll see how it plays out,” I say sarcastically.

I eat my breakfast calmly, thanking my soulmate silently for not dying his hair another strange color. My boss almost strangled me when I came into work with a stripe of bright blue hair about a year ago. I had to quickly explain that it was my soulmate attachment while trying to avoid his outstretched hands. I mean, there’s not much I can do about the fact that my soulmate dyes his hair weird colors. I’ve just gotta deal with it.

Calmly, I eat the food on my plate. When I’m finished, I drop my plate in the sink and hurriedly kiss my mom on the cheek. “Alright, I’m heading out. Tell Dad and Casey that I love them when they wake up,” I tell her, slipping on my work shoes.

“Will do, sweetheart. Have a good day. Hope this big job goes well!” She responds. I smile and thank her before grabbing my necessary things (ex: keys, phone, wallet, etc.), shoving them into my bag and hurrying out the door.

The drive into work is fairly easy. My work is located in a big building on Main Street and there’s literally no way to miss it. When I get there, I park in the employee’s lot out back and head inside. As always, the shop is very busy. Technically, I double as a caterer and baker. The bakery that I work at is very well known around our town and has won a bunch of awards. We’re always super busy, especially around holidays when the owner makes holiday themed snacks and treats. His peppermint peanut brittle is to *die* for.

I walk into the building and hang my bag on the hook, making sure that everything is there before I enter the bakery. I nod my head once and push open the double doors into the bakery. Already, workers are walking back and forth to give our orders. Several of the booths at the front of the shop are filled with chattering customers. At the cash register, the owner Eli (read like Ellie) turns to me. He smiles softly when he sees my hair. “I see you dyed your hair again,” he chuckles. I narrow my eyes and step up beside him to help with customers.

“The changing hair color is not my decision, El,” I remind him.

“Oh, I know. It’s just funny how frustrated it makes you,” he laughs. I roll my eyes and look at the customer before me.

The man before me is tall and lean with wide shoulders. His hair is hidden under a baseball cap, but I can just see the edges of sandy blonde-grey hair, cut short at the sides. He has a pair of dark sunglasses precariously perched on the edge of his nose. “How can I help you?” I ask sweetly, folding my hands.

“I’m here for a pick up for Kim? Should be a bunch of different bagels,” he tells me. He speaks perfect English, but there’s a slight accent to his voice that tells me he’s not from around here. I nod my head lightly and turn to look through the takeout orders.

Quickly, I’m able to find the large bag of bagels and hand it to him. “Also, I have a catering request set for today. Do I need to come pick that up, or...?” He trails off. I shake my head lightly.

“Oh, no, no. We’ll bring the catering to your event, but thank you for asking,” I smile. I carefully hand him the bag of bagels and make sure that he has a good hold on it before letting go. The man pays for the bagels and turns around, walking out onto the street silently. I watch him as he walks out, tilting my head to see him as he walks away. Eli comes turns to me and raises an eyebrow.

“Well, that was odd. It’s barely 8 in the morning and he was wearing sunglasses,” he points out.

“Yeah...that was a bit strange, but whatever. We need to work,” I say.

No customers are at my counter, so I begin filling the display case again. Eli has an odd way of forgetting to refill the display case at the end of the day. If I don’t do it, soon enough we won’t have a display of any of the baked goods or products that we have. When he sees me filling the case, Eli shoots me an apologetic smile and I just shake my head, laughing lightly.

For the most part, the morning is fairly normal. We get our regular customers coming in before work and even talk to some of them. I walk around the shop to clean off tables once customers leave. Eli and I have short conversations between customers, talking about random little things. Around 9:30, a few of the other workers come in. Eli pulls Garrett over and talks to him. “Okay, Garrett, you’re in charge for now. Y/N and I need to take some of the other workers and deliver to this catering gig, okay?” He says. Garrett nods his head and Eli shoots him a bright smile.

Soon after, Eli and I have gathered a small collection of the other workers, including some from the kitchen. Catering is always a big job, especially for our little bakery, and this was a *very* big catering job. As we all get into the delivery trucks, Eli explains that it’s for some sort of concert. A really popular group that’s been all around the world and have a stop here on their tour. However, it doesn’t fully settle in what he means until we pull up to the stadium where they’re playing. My jaw drops as I look around at everything. Although I’ve been to this stadium before for concerts, seeing it empty makes it seem so much bigger. Seats are scattered everywhere and rise up in a semi-circle around the center stage, which is also a lot bigger than I expected. All of it seems so ginormous.

As I look at the size of the stadium, Eli steps away. I see him walk up to a fidgety man holding a large list of some sort. He strikes up a short conversation with the man and, after a couple moments, the man gives him directions and points towards the large curtains hiding the backstage. Eli raises his hand in thanks and walks back over, leading me towards the catering trucks with a hand on my back. “So, what was that about?” I ask, looking up at him.

“Just asking where we should the baskets and plates. He said he wants them scattered around for the members of the group and the stagehands and such. Also said we should probably put a good amount of food in the dressing room,” he tells me. I nod my head, then a question pops into my mind.

“Hey, El? Who is this for? The stadium is so huge and I’m not even sure who we’re catering for,” I chuckle. He shoots me a kind smile.

“Like I said, they’re a pretty big group. B...B...B-something. I can’t quite remember. They’re a k-pop group,” he says. I nod my head lightly and we finally arrive back at the catering truck.

Without much talking between us, Eli and I begin to unpack the tables first. Obviously, we need the tables to be set up before we can start putting the food on them. The tables are foldable ones that you might use for a picnic, so Eli and I carry them back one by one. When we’re about to start setting them up, the man I saw Eli with comes backstage again. Eli explains that it’s the group’s manager. The manager directs us to set up the tables against a far wall that has minimal decorations. Eli and I start to set up the tables, making sure that they’re sturdy enough to hold all the food that will be placed on top.

After the tables, the tablesclothd are easy to put on. Just throw them over the tables and make sure that they hang nicely and you’re set. Finally, we start bringing in the food. From what I can see as we unpack the truck, it looks like these people ordered about everything that our shop makes, and several plates of each. There’s sandwiches and breads, bagels and rolls. There’s salads and fruit bowls, and even some of the sweets and confections that we’re known for. Slowly, we take back the plates one by one and set them on the tables.

After I’ve taken back about five plates and bowls of randomly assorted foods, Eli stops me from getting more. “Okay, Y/N, I want you to take these next foods back to the dressing room. Fair warning, you’re going to be taking back a lot of food. The manager said most of the food should be in the dressing room at the back of the stadium. There should be a sign on the door,” he tells me. Eli unpacks one of the large, catering carts and starts packing plates and bowls on top of it. When the cart can’t hold any more food and I’m worried I might not be able to push it, he stops and looks at me again. “You’ll still have to come back for more,” he says, biting his lip and looking at everything. I just wave him off lightly.

“I’ve got it, El. I can do this,” I reassure him.

Calmly, I ask directions to the dressing room and Eli points me in the right direction. Slowly as to make sure that nothing falls off of the cart, I make my way back to the dressing room. As I get further into the stadium, I see less and less people bustling around. I make my way down a corridor with posters of the groups that have played here hung up on the wall. At the very end of this hallway, a large door is closed and I can already hear talking behind it. On the door, a big sign reads “BTS”. Hmm...so, that’s their name.

Shrugging to myself, I twist the doorknob and open up the door. Inside, the room is even bigger than it looks from the outside. It’s absolutely *huge* and it’s a good thing that it is. The room is filled with racks of clothes, stacks of shoes, makeup chairs and vanity tables, and several other assortments of objects. Two couches are pressed against the wall and several people are seated atop them. All of the people in the room are guys, all apparently waiting for someone or something. “Can we help you?” Someone asks. I look up and instantly feel slightly more comforted for whatever reason. Standing up from the couch is the man from this morning, although he’s ditched his baseball cap and sunglasses.

For a few seconds, I just stare at him. “Uh, sorry, sorry. Catering?” I say, smiling nervously and gesturing to the cart. The man lets out a slight chuckle and nods his head.

“Um, yeah...I can see that,” he laughs. Looking around the room, I internally groan. There’s no tables set up back here. I shake my head at Eli’s forgetfulness and curse myself for not asking. “Is something wrong?” The man questions. I shake my head at him.

“Oh, no, just was a little dumb. I forgot to bring back some tables for the food and stuff, so...I’ll be back,” I say slowly.

Without hesitation, I turn back around and make my way back to the catering truck. Eli is still unpacking foods and he gives me a confused look when I come back with all the food still on the cart. “Eli...did you seriously forget to tell me that you hadn’t taken back tables yet?” I ask, pinching the bridge of my nose.

“Dang it, knew there was something I forgot,” he groans, snapping his fingers in annoyance. He starts pulling tables out of the truck again and I get another cart for the tables. When the cart is full, i put some tablecloths on top and push it back to the dressing room again.

This time, the walk to the dressing room doesn’t seem as long. I’m at the room again in no time and open the door, pushing the cart inside. All the boys are still gathered inside, but now there are a couple women, as well. Two of the men are seated in chairs and the women are applying makeup to their faces. I pay little attention to much else and start taking the tables off the cart. “Do you need some help?” Someone asks. I gasp loudly and throw my hands up, covering my face. Immediately after, I drop them and grab my heart.

“Oh, Lord, you just scared me half to death,” I laugh breathlessly, clutching at my chest. This new man is also fairly tall. Even with his t-shirt on, I can see bulging muscles all along his arms. I raise my eyebrows in surprise, but look up into his sweet, brown eyes again.

“Do you need some help?” He asks again, nodding towards the tables. I look at them then back up at him.

“I mean...it wouldn’t hurt, but aren’t you busy?” I ask in confusion. He shrugs off the question and takes some of the tables off of the cart.

“Hobi, Tae, some help?” The man asks.

Getting up from the couch, the two new men grumble softly. “You ask if she needs help and then expect us to help you, typical,” the one man, Tae, grumbles. The first man rolls his eyes lightly at them, but they all start helping me with the tables. I set up some of the tables and the help from the three men is very nice. Setting up all these tables by myself would have been interesting. When all the tables are set up, I set out the tablecloths and nod my head. “Okay, I will be back with the food cart in a second,” I tell them. The first man nods his head lightly and I shoot him a soft smile, leaving the room again.

Back and forth, I travel with the carts of food and confections. As soon as I entered the dressing room with the plates of sandwiches and fruit bowls, all the men got up and started grabbing food. I laugh lightly and make sure to remind myself to grab another few plates of sandwiches and maybe another bowl of fruit. I between my travels, I have small conversations with the group of men. They all seem rather nice and ask me random questions as I work, putting the food on the tables. I ask them a few questions in return. A little awkwardly, I do admit that I’ve never heard of them before, but they simply laugh off my awkwardness and say that it’s alright. “If you want to hear our music, all you have to do is look us up on YouTube,” Jimin, a man with light brown hair, tells me. I nod my head lightly at him.

“Alright. I need to go grab some more plates of food because, wow, you’ve already eaten most of the sandwiches and fruit, but I’ll be back. Why don’t you pick something for me to hear when I’m back?” I suggest. Jimin’s face lights up with an adorable smile.

“What do you wanna hear? We have a lot of music,” he says.

Leaning against the cart lightly, I look back at him. “Tell me some of the names,” I say.

“Well, there’s Life Goes On, Dynamite, Mikrokosmos, Boy With Luv,” he starts, listing off random names of different songs. Finally, I just decide on a random song that he mentioned.

“Why don’t you play...Idol? That sounds interesting,” I say. He nods his head once and immediately grabs his phone off the couch. I leave the room again and go back to the truck for more sandwich plates and fruit. Eli’s eyebrows shoot into his hairline when he sees me come back.

“More food?!” He asks in shock. I nod my head, giving him wide eyes.

“There’s seven of them, and they’ve eaten through most of the sandwiches and fruit,” I tell him. He immediately heads into the truck and gets me more plates and bowls. I put the plates and bowls onto the cart and take them back to the dressing room yet again.

When I arrive, I push open the door again and start putting the plates and bowls on the tables. Jimin jumps off the couch and trots over happily, holding his phone out to me. He taps on the video and it begins with the sounds of little bubbles. I giggle lightly at it and how adorable it seems. Jimin chuckles at my little giggle and leads me over to the couch. I sit on the floor in front of the couch and feel several of the members gather around me to watch.

To be honest, the video is very interesting. There’s lots of color and lots of things going on in the video. The music is a very upbeat and interesting song and I actually really like it. However, about a minute and a half through the song, my mouth goes completely dry. On the screen, the member Tae is playing around and singing and just having fun. However, it’s the color of his hair that made my mouth go dry. His hair is *half blonde, half pink*. Immediately I stop the video and stare up at them. “When was this? When did this video come out?” I ask, my voice shaking as my heart rate skyrockets. All of the members give me very confused looks, looking around at each other.

“Um...2018? Yeah, the later months of 2018,” Jimin nods, looking around at everyone else for confirmation. I stare down at the paused video, then up at them again.

“Has...has it seriously been that long?” I ask, my voice quiet in shock. They all give me slightly nervous looks.

“Been that long since...what?” Hobi asks.

“Who...who had the pink and blonde hair? Who is this?” I ask, pointing at the man on the paused screen, just to be sure that I’m right.

Slowly, Tae raises his hand, nervousness written all over his face. I look up at him in shock, almost too amazed to believe it. “I...wow...you’re...you’re my soulmate!” I say in amazement. Immediately, his eyebrows knit in confusion and they all look at me like I’m crazy. “No, no, I can prove it! Look, my hair! I have a hair color soulmate attachment,” I say, picking up the stripe of mismatch hair. All their eyes land on the stripe and they look between Tae and I in shock.

“And...you’re sure I’m your soulmate?” He asks, his voice soft and just as amazed as mine.

“I...how many people have blonde and pink hair at the same time?! But, my stripe of hair changes all the time. I started changing around 2013, maybe 2014 and every few months it changes colors,” I explain.

“What kind of colors has it been?” Namjoon, the man from the bakery this morning, asks calmly.

“Well...all sorts! It’s been purple, it’s been orange, it’s been this like minty green, it’s been blood red. Over a year ago, early April of 2019 I guess, I woke up and it was this bright blue!” I say, listing off just a few colors that it’s been. They all burst into laughter, watching as Tae’s face goes red and he joins their laughter.

“So, you don’t really dye your hair, do you?” He asks, moving aside his hair and letting a stripe of Y/H/C hair stick out a little further than the rest. I giggle lightly, smiling up at him widely.

“Well, honestly, I don’t have to! You dye your hair enough for both of us!” More fits of laughter follow this.

Then, a thought hits me and I lean back against the couch, laughing loudly. “Oh, my God, I’m so happy. I feel so...relieved,” I giggle.

“Relieved?” Tae laughs, his eyes lighting up with that bright smile.

“Yes, relieved! With how much you dye your hair, I was worried your hair was gonna be, like, completely dead! And, honestly, please rest up on the hair dying. You have no idea how many people have commented on it at my work,” I giggle. He throws his hand up in defense, laughing loudly.

“It’s not my fault, I swear! I have to do it for work and stuff,” he laughs. I shake my head at him, finally letting my laughter die down.

“Well, tell them to stop then! This thing has been a pain in the ass ever since you started dying your hair!” I say, pointing at the stripe again. Tae shakes his head at me, a large smile covering his face.

Suddenly, I hear a knock at the door. Namjoon walks over and opens it up, peering out. I hear some talking, then Namjoon pops his head back into the room. “Uh, Y/N? Someone’s here for you,” he says, looking back at me. He opens the door a little more and Eli sticks his head inside.

“Y/N, have you been here the whole time? I’ve been looking for you everywhere!” He exclaims. I blush lightly, still unable to wipe the smile from my face.

“Sorry, sir. They’ve been having a little moment,” Jimin chuckles, looking between Tae and I. Eli knits his eyebrows together and I smile over at Tae, then look back at my boss.

“So, uh, Eli...meet my soulmate,” I giggle, gesturing towards Tae.

Jokingly, Tae strikes a silly pose and Eli just stares at him in shock, then looks back at me. “Oh, you’re kidding,” he laughs, a smile stretching across his face. I shake my head, smiling back at him.

“Nope, this is my soulmate!” I giggle excitedly. Eli smiles at him and walks up to Tae, shaking his hand happily.

“You’re a very lucky man,” Eli chuckles. Tae smiles brightly, looking at me again.

“I bet I am,” he says. I feel another blush stretching across my cheeks and hide my face in my hands, giggling.

“Well, I’m sorry, but I need to take her back to work,” Eli explains. Tae’s smile drops and he pouts adorably at Eli.

“Already?” He asks, sadness creeping into his voice. Eli nods his head softly.

“Afraid so. We still have to get back to the bakery and work a little before locking up.” Tae hangs his head, but then gets up from the couch and smiles again.

“I’ll walk you out,” he suggests.

Calmly, I stand up from the floor and say goodbye to all of the boys. “Well, it’s not *really* goodbye. You’ll be seeing us a lot more,” Hobi points out, smiling cheekily. I nod my head lightly.

“That I will,” I giggle. I hug all of the boys goodbye, then we finally leave the dressing room and make our way back to the catering truck. As we walk down the hall, Tae calmly slips his hand into mine and intertwines our fingers. I giggle again, leaning into his side happily. Eli just shakes his head at us, but he’s unable to wipe the smile from his face.

When we get to the catering truck, Tae lets go of my hand and pulls out his phone. I pull out mine, as well, knowing exactly what he’s doing. Quickly, we exchange numbers, then I slip my phone back into my pocket. “So...are you doing anything tonight?” He asks, looking down at me. I shake my head lightly at him. To be honest, my ‘plans’ had been to sit inside at my house and watch a movie or two, maybe binge a show with my family. A huge smile lights up his face. “Well, why don’t you come back for the concert tonight? I can get you backstage afterward and we can hang out and talk,” he suggests.

“You...You can do that so last minute?” I ask in surprise. He just shrugs his shoulders lightly.

“I’m pretty sure I can. I mean, you’re my soulmate, there has to be an exception,” he explains. I nod my head at him happily. I feel like my heart is absolutely soaring and yet it’s still beating wildly inside my chest.

“I’d really like that, Tae. I’ll be there,” I tell him.

“Awesome! Can’t wait to see you tonight,” he smiles. He reaches out and squeezes my hand once more before I get into the catering truck again.

Eli drives out of the stadium parking lot and back towards the bakery. At a red light, he looks towards me. “So...fun day, huh?” He chuckles. I nod my head happily, my hands folded in my lap.

“Uh, yeah...you could call it that,” I giggle, tucking the stripe of dark hair behind my ear.

“But...if I recall correctly, I thought you always said you would murder him once you found your soulmate,” he jokes. I blush again, hiding my face and laughing loudly.

“Don’t hold me to my word, Eli. He’s too cute to kill. I couldn’t do it,” I giggle. The rest of the ride back to the bakery is filled with bits of conversation and laughter. Eli makes me relay the whole story to how I found out.

Finally, we make it back to the bakery. We park the truck out back and head inside to finish with customers and then lock up. For the last hour or so of work, my mind is so full that I can’t think of anything but Tae. My whole body feels like it’s floating and I can barely even process what’s going on around me. I’m just so...happy! Whenever any of my co-workers try to talk to me, I can’t focus on what they’re asking me. Eventually, Eli has to jump in and explain that I’m a little out of it and he asks them what’s up. I’m still working with customers as much as I can, but it’s almost like my body is on autopilot and doing everything on it’s own. All I can think is ‘Tae. Tae. Tae. Tae.’ and about the concert tonight.

As we close up the shop, I quickly send a message to my mom and tell her about the concert tonight. I don’t need to wait long for a message back from her.

From Mom❤️🥰: That’s great, sweetheart! And of course you can go! But, as soon as you get back from the concert, I want to hear all about it. And you had better get a picture with that man!

To Mom❤️🥰: You know I will, mom😊 Love you and thanks!

I slip my phone into my back pocket again and finish cleaning off the tables around the bakery. When I’m done, I throw the cleaning rag into our collection of rags that need to be washed and find Eli again. “Okay, I’m gonna head out, El,” I tell him. He nods his head and looks over at me.

“I expect to hear all about how the concert and everything goes,” he says, pointing a finger at me. I salute him jokingly and head into the back to grab my bag off the hook.

I head out the back door and get into my car, driving home. As I drive, I try to clear my mind of Tae and think as clearly as possible. I really don’t need to end up in the hospital on the day that I *finally* met my soulmate. Although the drive home has always seemed really short, it feels like it takes forever today. It’s hard to keep my mind focused on driving and I keep finding myself slipping back into thinking of Tae and what he looks like.

After what feels like an *eternity*, I finally get home and climb out of my car. It seems that the rest of my family is already home, so I call out that I’m back. However, I don’t wait for a response and immediately run up to my room and start looking through my closet. Of course, when I finally meet my soulmate, he sees me in my gross work apron, plain t-shirt, and work pants. I want to make a good impression on him and the first thing he sees me in is my goddamn *work clothes* Ugh. I shift through my closet, looking for anything that could make a really cute outfit for the concert. I want him to see my true style, so I decide on something that’s fairly simple. The outfit consists of a black and white striped t-shirt, ripped black jeans, plain white shoes, and a faded jean jacket. I pull the outfit on and look in the mirror, nodding happily at my reflection. My hair is a little messy, but there’s not much I can do about that. My hair is *always* messy.

Suddenly, I hear a soft buzz from my work pants. I grab my phone out of my pocket and a smile stretches across my face.

From Tae😊: The concert starts around 8. You should probably be here around 6:30 or 7.

To Tae😊: Okay, thanks for telling me! Can’t wait to see you again!

Quickly, I check the time and sigh in relief. It’s only 5:30, so I walk downstairs and search around the kitchen for some food for dinner. I haven’t eaten since this morning and I’m absolutely starving.

As I search for food, I hear someone come up behind me. “So...what’s he like?” My mom asks, her voice full of giddiness. I spin around and smile widely at her.

“He’s absolutely amazing! He’s so sweet and adorable and cute and I literally had such a nice time, yet I barely even spoke to him until right before I had to leave,” I laugh.

“Well, do you have a picture?!” She squeals. I shake my head lightly, then correct myself.

“I don’t have one of us together, but he’s a part of the group that we were catering for today, so I could definitely find a photo of him online,” I say.

Quickly, I whip out my phone and go to the search engine, searching up ‘Tae BTS’. My phone immediately floods with results and I go to the pictures, picking one that looks really good. I pick this picture

And turn my phone to my mom to show her. For a few seconds, she just looks at the picture, then she looks up at me in shock. “Oh, my gosh...” she says, her jaw hanging open.

“I know, right?! Isn’t he absolutely precious?!” I say excitedly, taking my phone back and putting it in my pocket. Mom pulls me into a big hug and squeals again.

“I’m so happy for you, sweetheart! This is amazing!” She says excitedly.

For the next hour or so, Mom and I talk excitedly about Tae. Since I have a bit of time, I tell her the story while I eat a small cup of mac and cheese. Yes, I know, not the greatest dinner, but it works, okay? She makes me tell her everything that happened and how exactly I knew he was my soulmate. I show her the music video of Idol and stop at the exact place that I had that day. She starts laughing as soon as she realizes what made me realize he was my soulmate. “Oh, my gosh, the pink and blonde hair,” she laughs. I smile, laughing along with her.

“Who knew that that hair color would be so helpful to me?” I giggle.

After a while, I check the time and nearly jump out of my seat. “Oh, I should be going! Tae said I should be there around 6:30,” I say. My mom hurried me out of the kitchen as I start grabbing my phone, keys, and license again. I shove the things into my bag from earlier and kiss Mom’s cheek lightly before I head out the door. On the drive to the stadium, my hands are shaking in excitement. It’s significantly harder to clear my mind again, but I’m able to make it to the stadium without a problem.

When I drive up, I’m not surprised to see the stadium entrances overflowing with fans. The atmosphere is so exciting and happy, and there’s chattering coming from every direction. As soon as I’m out of the car, I grab my bag and text Tae.

To Tae😊: What should I do? I’m here.

The response comes seconds later.

From Tae😊: I’ll send someone out to get you. Stand by the ticket checker and a security guard will come get and bring you to your seat.

Calmly, I read the message and walk towards the ticket checker’s booth. Just as I get to the booth, I see a large man dressed in all black come up to the booth, as well. He looks around for a few seconds before he spots me and gestures me forward. I come up to the booth and the guard shows the vendor my ticket. The vendor checks it and nods his head lightly, then the security guard ushers me forward. I’m shown into the stadium and taken through the crowds of people buying merchandise. I feel a bit upset that I can’t buy any myself, but then I’m reminded of why I’m here and my spirits soar again.

The guard leads me through the crowds of people and into the stadium seating. Slowly, we weave our way through the seats until we’re right at the edge of the stage. I have to crane my neck up to see the stage a bit, but I couldn’t care less. I thank the guard happily and sit down in the seat that the guard showed me. He nods his head once and walks backstage again. For a while, I just sit in my seat and wait as everyone slowly starts filing into their seats, as well. I feel my phone buzz and pick it up. It’s a message from Tae.

From Tae😊: Look at the left curtain😁

I lean to the side a bit so I can see the left curtain and smile widely when I see him poking his head out. He smiles widely at me and waves, and I return the gesture. However, as more people begin filling in the seats around me, I wave him off and he pops his head out of view again.

About half an hour later, everyone has filled their seats and we’re waiting for the concert to begin. To be honest...this has got to be one of the best concerts I’ve ever been to. There’s so much going on and everyone is having so much fun. True, I get some judgmental side glances from the people in the seats around me, mostly because I obviously don’t have money like they do, but I don’t care. The music is great, the energy is high, and everything is amazing. My spirit soars again when Tae comes on stage and immediately makes eye contact with me. He shoots me a bright, energetic smile and, throughout the concert, he points me out to the other members. I get little smiles and waves from each of them throughout the concert, though it’s obvious that they’re trying not to bring too much attention to me. I also can’t help giggling to myself when the other members have to keep telling Tae to focus on the concert and not on me.

When the concert finally comes to an end and everyone starts packing up their merchandise and things, I stay in my seat. Again, I get some judgmental looks from the people around me and they roll their eyes, scoffing. However, no one mentions my odd behavior and just lets me go. Soon enough, I’m the only person left in the area. A few moments later, the same security guard who brought me here comes out from backstage again and leads me backstage with him. I’m lead backstage and we weave between workers bustling around and cleaning up the stage. He walks me up to the dressing room and opens the door, gesturing me inside.

Calmly, I thank him and send him a soft smile before entering. As soon as I enter the room, I’m tackled by something that is very large and sweaty. I’m nearly knocked right off my feet and I scrunch up my nose at the offensive smell. I don’t even have to think about who this could be. “Taaaae,” I whine, pushing him off, “go take a shower. You smell gross.” He scoffs at me, leaning back and giving me a mocking offended look.

“I want to shower you in love and attention, and you tell me to go shower. Rude,” he pouts.

“You literally just did an almost two hour show. You were dancing and singing under very bright lights. You are sweaty and you smell disgusting. Go shower!” I giggle, pouting toward what I assume is the bathroom door. He sticks out his tongue at me childishly and I repeat the gesture. Finally, he just sighs and turns around, walking towards the bathroom.

“But, as soon as I get out, we’re talking and cuddling, got it?” He says, pointing a finger at me.

“Got it. Cuddles and talking,” I repeat.

Tae heads into the bathroom and a few moments later, I hear a shower turn on. There’s a soft sigh from across the room. “Great...now we have two of Tae to deal with,” one member, Yoongi, sighs defeatedly. The other members chuckle lightly. I flash him a sweet smile and he just rolls his eyes. “I can’t say ‘no’ to him, and if it that says anything, I probably won’t be able to say ‘no’ to you, either,” he frowns.

“Oh, give up the fake annoyance, grandpa. You know you already love her,” Jimin jokes, pushing Yoongi’s shoulder lightly.

“Just because she’s just as adorable as him doesn’t mean I already love her,” he stares, crossing his arms. Jimin gives him a skeptical look and Yoongi sighs lightly.

“Fine, yes, okay. She��s just as adorable as him, and I probably already adore her. Let me hate that I can’t say ‘no’ to them for five minutes.”

“...if it’s any help, you’re pretty adorable, too,” I say, smiling cheekily at him. He narrows his eyes at me, huffing.

Calmly, I sit down on the couch and strike up a conversation with the other members. It’s only about 15 minutes later or so that Tae comes out of the shower. He has just a towel wrapped around his hips and my eyes nearly pop out of my head. GodDAMN am I lucky. His muscles are sculpted to perfection and my jaw nearly falls to the ground. My soulmate is a fucking Greek god, holy shit. The whole room fills with fits of laughter and I hide my face in my hands as it starts heating up again. Peeking through my fingers, I watch as Tae pulls on some clothes from a bag against the wall. The clothes are a simple, plain white t-shirt and some plaid pajama pants. Like, that’s a normal outfit, but also...good God, my soulmate is too hot. The t-shirt clings to his arms deliciously and the pajama pants stretch over his thick thighs. My mind almost short circuits as I look at him.

Thankfully, my mind is pulled away from those thoughts as that same heavy weight lays on top of me again. I laugh loudly, trying to shift underneath himself and yet still unable to breath. “Tae, I literally can’t breathe,” I laugh. He shifts his body more into the couch instead of me and I sigh, wrapping my arm over his shoulder. His wet hair is laid against the top of my breast bone, but I couldn’t care less. I lightly scratch my nails up and down his back. On the other end of the couch, someone makes a gagging noise and Tae just kicks his long legs in the direction of the noise. A loud “ouch!” follows the action and I giggle lightly, resting my chin on his head and closing my eyes. And that is how I spend the first night with my soulmate. About half an hour later, we’re woken up to head to the hotel they’re staying at, but I send a message to my mom and tell her that I’m staying the night with Tae. I do make it clear that nothing will happen, though, just cuddles and sleeping. Thankfully, she allows me to stay and that is where I stay the night...wrapped in my soulmate’s arms.

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glumpiglet · 4 years

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A Misunderstanding (F!ReaderxBeetlejuice)

So I made another one of these, I’m a greedy little bottom and only the thought of bug boi can satisfy me….. This is the point where I tell you I’m shamelessly self-inserting myself as the reader at this point. I’ve not done a lot of Xreader writing, so I’m learning I’m not great at making characters neutral, there are multiple things that just uh ... seemed to serve where I wanted the story to go so I used it XD sorry peeps I’m so bad

p.s thanks again to @boopeen for making the prompt post. I’m sure this wasn’t what they were thinking it would be used for XD

p.p.s my requests are open so slide into them if you feel so inclined. Love you guys <3

TW: Swearing, Drug Use, sprinkle of angst.

Angst: “I don’t want to do this anymore,”

Fluff: “please hug me, I really need it.”

Walking through your front door, you had to expel a sigh in relief, another long day at work done. Hanging up your purse and keys, you expected to be ambushed. Confused at the lack of.. Well any life in your apartment. The irony wasn’t lost on you.

Calling out for the company who you left this morning; you weren’t summoning him half as much lately. It seems to be he was just….. Sticking around.

“Hello?”

Where the hell was he? Inspecting the apartment for any trace, you came up empty. Part of you didn’t want to risk bothering him if he was actually busy with something.

On the other hand, you were selfish. There was only one way you wanted to spend your evening.

“Beetlejuice. Beetlejuice. Beetlejuice.” As per usual, you braced yourself for the explosion that was the arrival of your BFF from beyond the grave.

Silence.

Shrugging, you turned towards your bedroom. He was either actually busy, or trying to scare you. Most likely the latter, you weren’t exactly in the mood for a spook right now. You voiced that opinion out loud, and got no response.

The lights were off in your room, a chill in the air causing goosebumps on your arms.

In the corner, you could see two glowing orbs in the blackness.

You always were a jumpy person. You could run into a stranger turning a corner on a sidestreet, and scream bloody murder. A certain someone loved to use that to his advantage.

Nerves tense, you turned on the light. Ready for any amount of shock and horror that awaited you. Your eyes took in your normal bedroom. Rolling them, you took a step forward into the room, ready to call out once again.

“Boo.”

Luckily you were able to stop yourself from making any sound other than a gasp, whirling around to almost bump noses with Beetlejuice. Heart pounding, you reached out to shove him in the chest.

“Asshole!” Scooped up tight in his cold embrace, it was impossible to not feel the flush of utter happiness of seeing him after the day you had. All he had to do was give you that earnest crooked smile and you were already forgiving him.

“Mmm.. Watch your language, babes. Or I might have to spank you.” Chuckling in his arms, you took stock of Beetlejuice practically glowing green. Someone was feeling good.

“Hello, BJ. How was your day?”

“Great! I spent the morning scaring people in your hallway, I think I permanently scarred the guy two doors down, it was so hilarious!” Continuing to giggle as you extracted yourself from his grip, you turned towards the vanity, beginning the task of taking make-up off, removing your jewelry.

BJ watched you in the mirror, as always invading your personal space, murmuring into your hair.

“Then I had to...Go back for something..” The vagueness of his demeanor made you pause. Beetlejuice was always open and honest, perhaps a bit too much, actually definitely too much at all times. It was a trait that in equal parts you admired while simultaneously it annoyed you.

“Yeah, I got home and I was like, ‘where is he?’” Finished, you gently pulled him by his lapels. Taking the short trip through the hallway to the living room, depositing him on your sofa and sitting beside him. Taking his arm to wrap around your shoulder, you made yourself comfortable, knowing for a fact Beetlejuice would not mind in the slightest.

“Aw, miss me that much, babes?”

“Maybe…” Reaching out to take the remote. You turned the t.v on just for the background noise, some episode of a show you had seen multiple times. Snuggling further into BJ, you couldn’t stop your heart racing once more as his hands began to wander, running down your sides to rub at your thighs.

“Hell yeah, this is what I’m talking about,” Scoffing at how he could take any affectionate moment and instantly make it sexual, not that you were helping matters by throwing yourself over him. Before he got too carried away, you linked your fingers with his and held them in your lap.

“Be quiet please,”

This was the part of your day you could always look forward to, BJ had been teaching himself to chill out recently. It was hard to come home from work daily to a feral, sexually charged adolescent bouncing off your walls. You weren’t trying to change BJ, god no it was completely give and take, you were good for each other. He gave you spontaneous fun, letting you not take things too seriously. In contrast, you were trying to explain to him why some things were important to breathers, why you had to go to work everyday, pay the bills, etc.

It was becoming difficult to keep your eyes open. Feeling yourself slowly drifting off, you were dozing off on your friend…

Very few ‘friendships’ you had ever had involved as much cuddling as you did with Beetlejuice. Sure, nothing was ever run of the mill when it came to the demonic hurricane that was the self proclaimed ghost with the most. Not to mention the flirting. And long, quiet moments just gazing at each other, so close your breaths would intermingle…

Beetlejuice’s scent was one of the first hurdles you had to deal with in the beginning. You did realize you were hanging out with a dead guy, nothing could be done for his overall awful appearance.

In your youth, you had briefly wanted to be a mortician, morbid change of topic nonetheless, but you had the chance to experience a lot of dead bodies in that time. You didn’t ultimately go through with the career, but those memories always stuck with you.

So you were horrified when you first came in close contact with him, which was within the first two seconds of meeting, for he truly smelt dead. The association of it was the oddest sense of deja vu. The pungent, off smell was something you tried to ignore for as long as you could, not wanting to appear rude.

One time, the two of you were just sitting around the house all day, and you were asking him questions. About Death. The Netherworld. His life before you had known each other.

When you broached the topic of if he ever bathed, it seemed to confuse him. You knew it had been a stupid question, why would he? He had never been alive. Nor did he ever stay corporeal for long, before he met you. Stupid breather things like hygiene didn’t matter in the Netherworld.

“Would….you want me to start?” The question had been so tentative, you immediately felt bad for opening your mouth.

“No..No Beetlejuice, you’re right. You’ve never had to before, you don’t have to start now. I’ll get used to it.”

The matter was dropped and you had pulled him closer, insistence on squeezing tighter to prove to him it didn’t truly matter.

The next day you came home to your house in chaos. It looked like there had been a flood, water was everywhere and clones were on hands and knees with towels. At your appearance, there was a brief moment in time where everything stood still. You were standing in the doorway with eight pairs of eyes on you.

Then they attacked.

“She’s not supposed to be home yet!”

“Boss is gonna kill us!”

“Shut up, idiot!”

“Hey babes! Lookin’ good today.”

“Funny story, sweetness. Just a little accident,”

Hands grabbed at your arms, curving along your back as they led you into your living room, where the water luckily had not reached.

“Wait-wait. Everybody calm down. What’s happened?” Confusion did not abate as you saw Beetlejuice shuffle in from the hallway, looking unbelievably contrite. His head turned down, he wouldn’t even meet your eye as he mumbled out a:

“Hey,”

Expressing your bewilderment again, you shooed the hands off of you. You weren’t angry, but you were beginning to feel your hair begin to rise at the fact no one was actually giving you an answer.

“Sorry..We uh..might of kind of….floodedyourbathtub.” Not catching the whispered end, you stayed puzzled. Realizing something else was different, other than the disorder, you finally took notice of him.

He looked….Well he looked hot as fuck. You had never seen him in such a state of undress. His jacket and tie was gone, his cuffs rolled up to expose masculine forearms. He was also… surprisingly clean. His shirt was still dirt ridden, but the skin underneath shined porcelain. The sight of him without the usual grime that accompanied him made you pause.

Nothing could stop the flush you felt working its way over your face, if he knew he was making you blush you’d never hear the end of it, you had to stop before he noticed.

Eyes snapped back to his face.

“Your hair’s wet...Why-....Did you shower?” Looking from clone to clone, you noticed them all in different states of wetness/cleanliness. Some looked like they didn’t even get washed.

“You’re all wet…..Did you guys all shower together?”

The picture was beginning to form in your head, you couldn’t stop the incredulous giggle from the image of them all cramming into your one person bathroom.

“....Are you mad?”

Looking at Beetlejuice, you saw the anxious, fidgety demon trying to appear remorseful. He was too fucking cute, were you mad about him trying to clean himself up after you had selfishly told him he stunk? Opening up the floodgates, you began to laugh heartily, reaching out to hug him.

It was weird. He smelt the same, but different. His usual pungent stench you associated with death wasn’t gone completely, but it definitely wasn’t making your eyes water. Mostly, he smelt earthy, like a field after it rained. There was another familiar smell that was making you feel nostalgic, you realized it was probably because he used he Irish Spring you kept for emergencies, of course he would use the big green bottle, your silly bug.

“You’re so funny. Why would I get mad? It was an accident,” Shaking your head, you tried not to give a name to the fluttering in your stomach, and turned towards the nearest clone, running your hand through his damp locks, listening to him preen into your palm.

“Maybe next time, just do it one by one please,” Grabbing the towel from the clone’s grip, you walked to the edge of the puddle in your house and dropped the towel, soaking up the water.

Turning around, you felt the prickle of discomfort on your skin as you saw them all still staring. You loved the clones, thought they all had their own personalities and had more fun hanging out with them than your actual friends most times.

It still never failed to make you uneasy when they did this, observing you like prey. You couldn’t tell what they were collectively thinking, and their boss certainly wasn’t helping.

“Seriously, it’s just water guys, really it’s fine. Look nothing was even damaged.”

“Come on, I’ll help you finish.”

So that’s how you spent the rest of your day, mopping and rotating the towels they used until the floor was just damp, and called it good enough. That night, you had a full cuddle puddle with them all as you watched scary movies till dawn.

He had even started brushing his teeth for you. The first time you had walked in on him, fangs and droopy tongue covered in foam as it looked like he was attempting to choke himself with the extra toothbrush you kept in your cabinet. Not that you ever expected anyone else to use it other than yourself when your old one had lost the bristles, but the idea of BJ taking the second slot in your toothbrush holder made you pause. The heavy feeling in your chest coupled with the affection you couldn’t help but feel. You knew you were in trouble.

You were in love with Beetlejuice.

Being shook, you jolted out of your slumber. Opening your eyes, you realized you had fallen asleep on him. You expected him to maybe make some snarky comment that he wasn’t a pillow, but he just looked at you with an expression hard to place.

Mumbling out an apology, you remove yourself from on top of him, walking out of your room into the kitchen, catching sight of BJ floating beside you.

“Tired?”

“Just a long week, thank god tomorrow Friday.” Opening your fridge, you grimaced. It was time for some grocery shopping. Just deciding on an apple for the moment, you heard Beetlejuice rasp over your shoulder.

“It’s okay, sweet cheeks. I got just the thing for you to suck on.”

Spinning around, poised to throw a jab, the momentum left when you took sight of BJ looking at you mischievously, hand outstretched with a large joint between his pale fingers.

No amount of stubbornness could stop the smile on your face. Beetlejuice was incorrigible.

You snatched it from his hands as he giggled as mischievous as a child, you opened up your living room window and sat on the nook you so love to habitat often. Amused as BJ, just as you had on the couch, practically circled into your lap like a house cat. Not being able to fit himself, he huffed and settled his head on your legs instead.

Your landlord luckily was a 60 year old hippie that grew in your community backyard, you still didn’t need your place reeking of weed. Especially with the potent Netherworld shit he brought around.

Passing the joint back and forth, BJ blew intricate smoke rings around your head. Shaking your head, loving it, shifting through your hair. Blaming the high, gaining courage from the stuff, you began to attempt your own rings, amused at how they couldn’t keep shape. You loved the blanketing feeling that was passing over you.

Beetlejuice was practically purring, nuzzling into your legs. Without thinking, you began to scratch at his head. You really didn’t need a pet when you had BJ around. Watching as pink peeked through his roots, Beetlejuice butted the roach into the ashtray, setting his sights on you.

The air was thick with tension, unconsciously you lifted your legs, bringing his face closer, eyes bouncing between his, trying to figure him out.

This was a favourite game between the two of you. The classic game of chicken. It didn’t help that you were always the one to break first. It was just a lot of conflicting feelings.

It would be so easy to say yes to Beetlejuice, give into his obvious advances, but you didn’t want to be some breather booty call. Sure, the two of you had a great friendship, the thought of ruining it with your dumb feelings scared the shit out of you.

But you were only human. And an incredibly high one at the moment.

Sighing, turning your head away, you mumbled. “I don’t want to do this anymore,”

You were happy to get this off your shoulders, sad at the idea of his rejection and unbelievably ripped. Letting slip a pathetic giggle, the multiple emotions were causing tears to well in your eyes. This. He was just so important to you. You couldn’t believe you were about to do this and you were so nervous what his reaction would be.

“I see. I knew this was gonna happen eventually….Bye (Y/N).”

Wait, what?

Tilting your head up, you saw Beetlejuice standing up, shoulders slumped in defeat.

“Huh? No! BJ look at me please.” You jumped up, snatching at his jacket sleeve, forcing him to turn, but he wouldn’t look at you. What the hell just happened?

You felt your mouth go dry as you realized the way he had interpreted what you said. Oh no..

“I didn’t mean it that way at all. I mean.. I’m over just being friends, playing this game with you…. Not that it isn’t fun!”

You were digging yourself deeper, the words you wanted to say weren’t coming out.

What you wanted to say was ‘I love you Beetlejuice. I want you to move in with me and become more than friends.’ The weed was causing your mind to move in slow motion, this was the absolute worst timing for this. What the fuck were you doing?

No, no more of this. You weren’t backing down from this.

Beetlejuice wasn’t helping. In the midst of your freak out, someone was also happening to him. His hair had gone black as night. You had never seen him so...Blank. It would have been better if he was angry or obviously upset, you could deal with that. You had seen that before.

This was more terrifying than anything.

“No.. Not game as in I don’t take us seriously….I’m fucking this up so bad..” Babbling to him, he wasn’t saying anything. Continuing to just look in the distance, like you weren’t even speaking to him.

“Calm down BJ, please. I’m so sorry for just blurting that out. Let me explain.”

There was a quiet, tense moment you thought he was going to say no, leave you still. Hurt eyes slowly turned to look at you as he backed away, distancing himself from you.

Taking a deep breath, collecting your thoughts.

“When I said that, I meant that...done. I want us to… Be more to each other. Have a relationship.”

There. You had said it out loud. Still, you couldn’t stop the word vomit from continuing.

“I’m just… If that isn’t what you want Beetlejuice, you can tell me.. I want you to tell me-”

“Babes?”

“Yes, BJ?”

“Please hug me, I really need it.” Without speaking you rush over, climbing onto him, clutching desperately at his back, not believing how close you came from losing him. Unbelievably lucky that everything turned out Beetlejuice breathed your scent in deeply, muttering something into your neck.

Pulling back, you can’t help but continue the tears tracking down your face as you see his own glittering like amber.

“You scared me.”

Sniffling, you hide your face into his shoulder. That’s the worst thing he could have said to you. The fact that once again, boring, average you was reminded how much this powerful creature’s world revolved around you. It was the most humbling experience imaginable.

Striving to keep your mouth shut, you just breathed in the quiet moment. Basking in each other. No secrets, no hidden feelings.

“Woah. I’ve…..Never felt that before,”

“I know, honey. I’m so dumb. If I were just more honest with you, we could have been doing this so much sooner,”

“You’re not dumb, babes. I know i can be…. A lot.” Scoffing, you cover his mouth with your hand, watching his expression become one of surprise.

“Thank you, BJ. You are not too much..” Giggling, you lean towards him, “You’re just right.”

Not wanting to speak anymore, needing to finally show him how much you wanted him. You kissed Beetlejuice for the first time. You expected him to be eager, sloppy and immediately hot and bothered. Nothing could have prepared you for him to be so sweet and gentle. It made your heart hurt with regret. Why didn’t you want to tell him how you felt? There was still a lot to talk about, but there was something else you needed to show him first.

Pulling away, the two of you were flushed and panting, you licked your lips and watched as his eyes flitted to them.

“But it’s okay. I know a perfect way I could make it up to you.”

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slashnatic · 4 years

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NSFW ALPHABET [Vincent Sinclair]

a/n: soo...this is the first time i actually post what i wrote + english isn't my first language (and i feel like there’s still 1000 mistakes in this although i proof-read it like 10 times) so please don't be too hard on me, but feel free to give me constructive criticism :)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He definitely takes care of you after. He’ll clean you up, gets you a drink if you want...really anything. You need to go to the bathroom? Sure, he can carry you. You’d rather walk yourself? Well, you’re only allowed to go after he’s given you your goodbye-kiss-on-the-forehead. And no, this is not unnecessary because you'll be back in a few minutes, it’s a must.

Once all of that is done he likes it when you lay your head down on his chest or the other way around and you just cuddle and enjoy each other’s company in a comfortable silence.

B = Body Part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Vincent has a very prominent v-line. He never paid attention to it until he realized how much you like it and with that it became also his favorite body part of himself.

He loves the curve of your hips and waist. (Whether you are slim or curvy, he absolutely loves it either way!) His favourite thing is when you’re lying naked on top of him, your head on his chest and one leg laying on top of his in an angled position. He won't stop caressing and squeezing your hips.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum basically)

He both loves and hates cuming inside of you. He loves the intimacy of it, the vulnerability you show each other, but he is also scared of the possible consequences, at least at the beginning of your relationship.

He also likes to cum on your chest and belly.

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

Vincent has watched you a lot. At first it was innocent glances he stole, later he would make time to watch you from afar going after your daily tasks and the more he started to obsess over you the less he cared about how wrong it was to basically stalk you. It went so far that he once stood before an barely-open door, watching your every move through the small gap while you showered.

It doesn‘t really matter how long you are together, he still does it sometimes. You’ve grown used to it and now even put on a show for him sometimes, pretending you don‘t know he’s right there.

Another secret of his is that he sculpted your orgasm-face. It‘s weird and creepy, but he doesn’t really care. (I’m referring to the faces he sculpted in the walls on the way down to the basement. You’ll find your face there too, just a bit a part from the others.)

E = Experience (how experienced they are)

Not at all. Vincent has been wearing his mask since he can remember. He didn't even consider pressing his wax mask in some girl’s face. Needless to say pressing your lips on wax isn’t really romantic and with that no teenage girl‘s dream. Aside from that he barely left the house. When he was older he had gotten too used to it. In conclusion: He never even kissed a woman and he didn't have sex either.

F = Favourite Position (their favourite position, could possibly include a visual)

I believe it is called the Sphinx Position.

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He likes how he towers over you. Not even in a dominant way, but more that his frame completely covers yours. Your body is practically buried by his, but in a good kind of way? It’s just whatever ground you‘re having sex on underneath you and him on top of you; you’re trapped in between, there‘s only him and it gives him a feeling of pride. He also loves kissing and softly biting your neck in that position.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He is quite serious, probably even stiff the first few times you’re having sex. He will get comfortable though and then he‘s a total romantic.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Vincent is almost never completely shaved. He doesn’t have the time for it and even if he did he doesn't think of it as necessary. Nevertheless he’s still always clean down there, just a bit sweaty sometimes from the heat of the fire in the basement.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? romantic aspect, etc.)

Uh, yes? Just yes. Yes, sex is an intimate thing to him. Yes, he is a romantic.

While he overall views sex as something very intimate, his mask also plays a big role. He’s scared shitless of taking the mask off, but he also doesn’t want to wear it while you‘re making love. Besides the fact that it‘s quite impractical, it also makes him feel worthless. He’ll overthink and then believes you’re only having sex with him and want to be close to him or even want him at all when you don‘t have to put up with his face, that you don’t actually care for him and that he isn't good enough. He knows himself well enough though, so he takes it off before he can lose himself in those thoughts (this doesn’t make taking the mask off easier though). In conclusion he rather has sex with you when he is (as a side affect, but that doesn’t really make a difference) vulnerable and therefore sex really is something intimate to him.

J = Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

Well, first of all...he thinks about sex fairly often. There are also quite a few pieces of his art that have a sexual touch. (Have you seen the couple on the couch in the wax house? They’re going at it!)

He doesn‘t jerk off whenever he thinks about something sexual, but he does jerk off quite often. When he does it he‘s downright filthy. Lies in his bed or preferably sits at his work bench stroking his member at first slow and then faster and faster, throwing his head back, groaning and hissing and then finishing all over his work bench with his eyes closed, imagining it was your body.

He might as well has a few photos and videos of you. Wether he took them with or without your permission is up to your imagination.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Voyeurism. While he does enjoy watching you pleasure yourself, he prefers watching or rather observing you while he fingers you. He’ll spread your legs and position himself between them so that he lies on his elbows, fingering you with one hand and holding you in place (as much as possible from that angle) with the other, his face right in front of your heat. This also gives him the perfect opportunity to have a taste too.

He also has a praise kink. Telling him not to stop? Oof. Telling him how good he makes you feel? Bigger oof. Telling him how pretty he looks? Biggest oof.

L = Location (favourite places to have sex)

He preferably has sex in the basement with you. On his work bench or really wherever, just not directly where he works. You can be as loud as you want, there is a lot of space and lots of opportunities for whatever-you-wanna-try. Plus the house is quite dirty and so is his bedroom and he doesn't want to be that kind of filthy.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Anything can be sexy to Vincent, it really just depends on his mood.

It might be simple, but seeing you naked is his biggest turn-on. I‘m talking completely bare and vulnerable. No towel because you just came out of the shower. No blanket because you’re in bed. No make-up. Nothing. Just you, you’re body being illuminated by the warm light of the candles in the basement. And don’t talk. For some reason it is incredibly sexy to him just taking you in, so pure and perfect. When he sees you like this he doesn't get horny, he just:

N = NO (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything verbal which is respectless and degrading. If you’re into humiliation, that‘s cool. He can spank you, whip you, do whatever you want, but he won’t call you names. Ever. If you call him names he’ll also probably cry.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Vincent loves eating you out. Your taste, your soft moans, you telling him how good it feels... It makes him proud and when he hears those sweet sounds leaving your mouth he forgets all his insecurities for the moment.

It took him a while to discover this though, since he is so insecure. (‘You seriously want that face between your legs?’)

He hasn’t had any experience, but that doesn’t mean that he’s doing a bad job! He knows your body (or the human body in general) well enough to know what will make you feel good. On top of that he’s a quick learner. For everything else he makes up with his enthusiasm.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s rather slow, but still quite rough. He’s a big, strong guy after all.

Also: When it comes to who’s more dominant it really changes with his mood and the atmosphere. He likes hovering over you and trapping you underneath him, fucking you hard but teasingly slow. He likes to hear you whining, whimpering and telling him how good he feels inside of you. You look so beautiful when you stare up at him with big glassy eyes and rosy cheeks. Nevertheless he likes being submissive too, you straddling him, pinning his arms down and telling him what to do and what not to do. He likes being soft to you and he likes being rough to you. He likes you being soft to him and he likes you being rough to him too. He really doesn‘t have a preference.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Vincent doesn’t like quickies, they are almost a no-go. He likes to take his time, since it's something where he feels very vulnerable. Rushing through it isn’t satisfying for either of you in his opinion. He also feels like quickies lack passion and isn’t that what sex is all about?

Foreplay is also important to him. You start kissing him? He will get lost and he won't let you go. Not even for sex. Your having your romantic kiss now and you will have it a while longer. It doesn't matter how horny you are, you’ll have to be patient.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Absolutely! There’s basically nothing he wouldn't try, he just needs a bit of time “exploring“ whatever is new.

He also isn‘t actually disgusted by anything, whatever tools, body fluids or other things are involved. He might be a bit confused about some things you want to try out and isn't naturally turned on by it, but you can probably change his mind.

S = Stamina (how many rounds they can go for, how long they last…)

This totally depends on his mood, but even if it’s one round and no more he‘ll want to make sure you are satisfied. If you go for one round it‘s basically a lot of very intense foreplay, petting and all that, but less of penetration. More rounds means more penetrating sex, but will probably include some longer breaks in between.

T = Toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Nope. He knows they exist, but doesn’t bother to get to know more about it. He has two perfectly fine hands and now you, he‘s good.

If you want to introduce some toys to him though he’ll be interested and willing to try it out.

For some reason he really likes buttplugs, no matter if you use them or if he does.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn’t tease you, at least not intentionally. When he feels like it, he touches, strokes and gropes you, but never because he wants to tease you. It often has the same effect as if he did though.

If you tease him...oh boy. If he doesn’t realize right away that you‘re doing it intentionally he’ll probably react super affectionate, in the sweetest way possible. Once he does realize it he’s confused as to how he should react and he is?? sad?? Like...why are you messing with his emotions like that? You can explain it to him, but he’ll probably never hop on the train and tease back or whatever.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

Isn‘t much of a talker during sex, but he does make some noise. He grunts and groans a lot. Whatever you do you’ll probably get a verbal reaction out of him. He surprisingly isn’t even trying to be quiet and isn’t ashamed of it either. He usually doesn’t talk and it’s as if he‘s letting it all out (Charlie Hoyt voice) f o r b a l a n c e.

W = Wild Card (a random headcanon/imagine for the character of your choice)

He loved your taste on his lips, the sound of your soft moans and needy whimpers in his ears, the feeling of your soft skins underneath his fingertips, even your smell. Yes, he loved your smell. The smell of your hair, the particular smell of your body, oh and he loved how you smelled there. He often wondered if this, the way he felt about you, was love or obsession. Probably both, but he didn’t mind. He didn’t mind because he knew you loved him too. And in your own way you were obsessed with him too. Ever since he‘d let you in, you had given your all to show him. And it had only made the feelings stronger, for the both of you. He placed a last light kiss to your heat before hovering over you again to feel your lips on his. The kiss was lazy, almost innocent and to him it felt like he was drowning in euphoria. With your eyelids only half open and a tired, loving smile on your lips you pulled him down to you. And there you two laid, lovers worn out with no energy left from hour-long love making, you comfortable on your back and he on top of you, with his face buried in the crook of your neck, your hand on the back of his head, you placed a kiss to his forehead. It was the last thing he felt before he fell asleep, just this once the first of you two.

X = X-Ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Let’s put it this way: It makes up for what god took away from him.

He’s above average length and very thick. Not big enough for an unrealistic way-over-the-top porno, but big enough to write a letter about it to your best friend if you know what I mean.

Y = Yearning (how high their sex drive is)

As mentioned earlier he thinks about sex a lot, so he’d always be down for it, but it isn’t a necessity. He’s horny quite often, but that doesn’t mean he needs to get off whenever he’s horny. He can ignore it or take care of it himself, no stress. Unless you want to have sex whenever he’s horny of course, then he‘d also be more than happy.

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He‘s relaxed but won’t fall asleep for a while, so if you do he probably just stares at you and admires you (he even draws you sometimes, but only if it doesn’t ruin the moment).

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our fainted thrill carries on (1/13)

and the season 2 fix it is here! warning for anxiety, ptsd, canon referenced violence (aka mentions of jesse), etc!

ao3

Michael watched Isobel drag Max’s body across the ground.

She was yelling at him to help, Liz was arguing with her, Kyle was trying his best to subdue the situation, and Rosa had left the cave pretty much the moment he entered to get away from Isobel. It was all too much for him on top of all the other bullshit he was already feeling.

His hand throbbed, aching with a dull handprint with nothing on the other side. He was attached to nothing. He supposed this was the true feeling of emptiness. The worst part was that he was still pissed at Max. He was pissed at him for being selfish, for shooting at him, for healing him, for acting like his problems didn’t matter. But wasn’t he the dick for hating a guy who was dead in front of him?

“Michael! Help me!” Isobel spat.

“That pod’s broken,” he offered limply. They all gave him their attention for some reason.

“What do you mean it’s broken?” Kyle asked. He seemed to be the only one with a level head which made sense. He was a doctor and all. Plus, he’d been slightly less likely to die in the last 48 hours than the rest of them. Felt fair that he played the calm guy.

“You put him in that thing and he gets fucked up like Noah.”

Isobel gave an irritated, mournful whine and then started tugging Max’s body in the other direction. How much did Max weigh? Over 200lbs? Probably. He was tall and he worked out, so over 200 made sense. How did alien BMI work?

“Michael! Why are you just staring?! Help me!” Isobel spat, dragging him out of his thoughts. Or, kind of. He tried to focus, he really did. It didn’t seem to work, his mind drifting away soon after she got his attention.

He didn’t like this feeling, this emptiness. It brought him back to nights alone in the airstream when Max was always busy being a cop and Isobel was always busy with everything she could get her hands on. Bringing him back to those moments brought him back to missing Alex. It ripped that band-aid off, pushing him towards that crash landing like always. He hated it. But in the moment? In the moment it felt good. Maybe he could figure out a way to have both…

“Guerin,” Kyle suddenly said, right in front of him. He genuinely looked concerned which was strange. “Are you alright? Are you in shock or are you having a panic attack? Or something else? Are you sleep-deprived?”

Michael blinked a few times and then looked around. Liz and Isobel had gotten a blanket and were in the process of getting Max’s body in that blanket to make him easier to carry since Michael was useless.

“I’m fine,” he said. Kyle gave him a look.

“Go home,” he said. Which didn’t sound right and apparently his face betrayed that. “You’re not in a good state of mind and you’re not going to help anyone, especially not yourself, if you stay here. So go home and get some sleep. Can you drive?”

Michael nodded, “I can drive.”

And drive he did.

Alex eventually gave up waiting outside Michael’s trailer, realizing that he wasn’t coming home.

He tried not to jump to conclusions about why. He knew Michael had to be going through some shit on top of what happened the day before if that little moment he’d seen him said anything. He could give him some space until he was ready.

Or, at least that’s what he thought until he entered his cabin and found Michael sitting on his couch in the dark.

“Hey,” Alex said when he saw him, locking the three locks on his door behind him. Michael didn’t look up at him, face just so painstakingly sad as he stared at the coffee table. Alex dropped his keys in the bowl beside the door and just waited for him to say something or do something.

“Max is dead,” he whispered, voice breaking, “My mom is dead and Max is dead and Isobel told me I need to move on and I tried, but I… I don’t know why I’m here.”

Alex slowly walked towards him, deciding the best option was to treat him like a wounded animal. He didn’t ask any questions as he made himself known by stepping in his line of sight. He wasn’t sure if he could actually see him, but he was trying his best. Alex noticed his hand was no longer scarred, a glowing layer on top of his skin. He ignored the mixed feelings that stirred in his stomach at the sight.

“You’re always welcome here, okay? No questions asked, no matter what you do or need,” Alex promised. Michael blinked slowly and his eyes drifted slowly to meet Alex’s, his current state of mind portraying how much he didn’t believe him. “I’m not going to be another person you lose, alright? It’s not happening. Tell me what you need.”

Michael was silent for a moment and then another before Alex realized he didn’t have an answer. He didn’t know what he needed. He wondered if anyone had actually ever asked him that before. So, he stepped a little closer and slowly but surely pulled him into a hug. They didn’t hug often, but he needed it. Honestly, they both did.

What Alex didn’t say was that he was thankful he was here. Caulfield was all too fresh on his mind and, even someone as great at compartmentalizing as he was, it was hard when it involved someone he loved and that someone was not doing well in its aftermath. It was just more shit and he knew if he felt like that, Michael must’ve felt it even more. So he wasn’t going to add to it, he was going to take some away.

“I’m gonna go get you a blanket and you can sleep on the couch. I’ll call Liz or Kyle and have them fill me in, you sleep,” Alex whispered to him, trying his best to be some form of comfort. Michael held onto him for a little bit longer before eventually letting go.

Alex did as he promised, fetching a blanket from his bedroom as well as a pillow. Michael pulled off his boots and curled up on the couch while Alex covered him up. He watched him for a moment, watched him cocoon himself for some semblance of comfort. Alex’s heart ached for him, but he couldn’t just watch him all night, so he went to his room and got his phone.

He called Kyle and grabbed a notebook, taking notes as he got filled in so he’d be able to order his thoughts better. Max was dead, Rosa was alive, Isobel had insisted they work on bringing Max back, and Liz was refusing to acknowledge the facts.

“Okay, what do you need me to do?” Alex asked, drawing a line under the top half of his notes and starting his first bullet point.

“Um, I-I guess we’re going ahead and trying to fix Max,” Kyle said, his voice hesitant and unnerved. Which made sense. In the margin of the page, Alex scribbled ‘make Kyle talk about Caulfield’. “So if you can help me find a space to make a lab, I guess?”

“I can do that,” Alex agreed, “Guerin’s here by the way. I know you don’t care, but I figured Isobel might.”

“Okay, good, good. I’ll tell the girls,” Kyle said. Some rustling sounded on his end and then he spoke again in a hushed voice, “I, uh, also need to talk to you about your dad.”

Alex sat up straight, his eyebrows furrowing. His heart skipped a beat involuntarily and he grabbed the remote on his bedside table, turning on his TV that showed a screen of all the cameras he had around his house. No one was trespassing outside, the doors were all locked (though he’d double-check before he took his prosthetic off), and Michael was still in a ball on the couch.

“He tried to shoot me,” Kyle said, voice still soft but he was clearly on edge.

“Excuse me?”

“I was wearing a vest and I put him in a medically induced coma. I just got him in the hospital when Liz called me, so I know where he’s at and he’s incapacitated as of right now, but this isn’t forever. We need to move Project Shepard headquarters soon or it’s going to get bigger than this,” Kyle warned. Alex decided not to tell him that it already was bigger than this.

“Okay, I’ll work on shifting everything I’ll work on finding a lab space. Hopefully in the same building and we’ll see what we can do. We can talk more about the specifics tomorrow, I guess. Are you good, though?” Alex asked.

“I’m as good as I can be. Sore, a little confused on how to be a brother all of the sudden,” Kyle sighed, “Look, I gotta go. Liz is trying to fill Rosa in on a decade of information, so I’m gonna try to help or something. Fuck.”

“Okay, take care of yourself. Call me if anything goes bump during the night,” Alex told him.

“I will.”

They hung up without saying goodbye.

“Michael.”

Michael sighed and looked up from the car he was working. Isobel stood a few feet away, face cleaned up and dressed almost regal as if that would cover up the fact that Max died last night. He was dead. Dead, dead, dead.

“What?” he asked. She scoffed, shaking her head.

“What is going on with you? That was so uncharacteristic for you to just leave and then I find out you went to Alex’s? After everything you said yesterday?” she laid out, not wasting any time. He didn’t respond right away. He didn’t really know how to. There wasn’t much to say. He’d hit his limit.

“What do you want me to say, Isobel? Nothing happened between us, I just ended up there because…”

“Because you love him,” Isobel filled in. Michael turned his focus back to the car. “And I know nothing happened because there’s something wrong with you and I don’t know Alex that well, but I know enough that he wouldn’t do anything when you’re... like this. You were off before Max decided to play martyr. So, what happened? Tell me.”

His jaw clenched, gripping the hood of the car until his hands ached. His left hand had a glove on it, hiding the handprint that felt like a taunting reminder of everything, but it still seized up far too fast. It’d been hurting all night and now all day and Michael had to wonder what exactly Max did to him if he didn’t heal it.

“Michael,” Isobel said firmly.

“What? What do you want me to say?” he demanded, “If you knew I was so off, why didn’t you say anything when we were talking yesterday? I thought my relationship problems weren’t that big a deal compared to yours?” Her eyes narrowed at him.

“This isn’t a relationship problem,” she said, scoffing, “It feels closer to the way Max felt after he brought back Liz. Like something is literally wrong inside your head, you’re on edge.” Michael scoffed, slamming the hood and turning to face her. “I didn’t say anything then because I didn’t feel it as strong until Max’s went out. Liz thinks that since my connection to him is shut down, the one I have with you is stronger.”

He felt something hit him deep in his gut. How was she doing that? How was she talking about Max dying as if it was just a small inconvenience? Hell, he barely even liked Max half the time and it felt like much more than an inconvenience.

“Okay,” Michael said, waiting for her to go on. Waiting for her to give him more of a reason to speak.

“What is wrong with you?” she said, ordering him like always.

“Honestly, Iz, none of your business.”

He pushed past her, heading towards the airstream so he could try to order his thoughts. But she followed because of course she did.

“I reported Noah missing this morning,” she said, dropping the subject of him. That got him to stop walking. This was too much. As many times as they’d been involved with a murder, they never had been so close to that person when they were alive. Reporting him missing meant it was real, meant they were going to find him, meant they were on the radar. Isobel stepped closer, lowering her voice. “I did it so I wouldn’t be as suspicious, I need to play the part of a grieving widow and I need your help.”

“Need my help? For what?” Michael sighed. He was tired again. He’d slept so hard at Alex’s, how was he so tired already?

“Liz is going to be working on the science-y part of bringing Max back,” she said. He furrowed his eyebrows.

“What does that have to do with you playing widow?”

“I need you to help me work on my powers and work on the science part with her,” Isobel said. He still stared at her, wondering how overworking him meant helping her play a role. “But, when the time comes, I need you to be on your best behavior, okay? People know I’m friends with you and I don’t need them thinking one of us killed Noah to be together.”

Michael stared at her for a little while before nodding. What else was he supposed to do except agree? Still, she took it as a positive and hugged him.

“Also, I think I’ll have to keep some space from Liz and Rosa. Rosa kind of wasn’t happy about me staying at Max’s last night and looking at Liz kind of pisses me off right now.”

“Iz…”

“I know, I know. It’s not her fault Max did what he did, but I’m still working on that, I’ve only had a few hours,” she said. Michael nodded and she again gave him that look. “When you’re ready to talk, I’ll listen, okay?”

He wasn’t sure if he could believe that.

“So Rosa’s good and my dad’s stable?”

“Yeah, I did tests on both of them. Max literally healed her completely, like any sign that she’d ever abused narcotics are gone. Guy gave her a brand new brain,” Kyle said, rolling his eyes. Alex couldn’t help but give a little smile. “And, like I said, I’ll make sure to keep your dad under until you’re ready for it. It’ll be hard since Flint is technically his medical power of attorney, but I’m already breaking rules for worse shit, so.”

“Thank you, man, I really appreciate it,” Alex said, sipping on his beer. Kyle gave a warm smile.

“Rosa said she wants to see you, by the way,” Kyle said, sipping on his beer. Alex tilted his head. “Yeah, she told me she asked Liz to tell you, but I honestly don’t think Liz is on par with where Rosa is. Like, Rosa isn’t really adjusting to having everyone back in her life, just the time jump, so she wants her friends around and Liz is… struggling.”

“I mean, I don’t blame her. It’s gotta be hard,” he agreed. Kyle gave me a look that said ‘you have no idea’ and then took a large swig of his drink. “But, yeah, I’ll make time and I can go see her tomorrow morning.”

When Alex had woken up that morning, Michael wasn’t there anymore. However, his dirty clothes were and he’d stolen some of Alex’s because they were apparently on the level of relationship where he did his fucking laundry. Besides that, though, he made a pot of coffee before he left and Alex was content enough.

“Speaking of, uh,” Alex said, eying Kyle, “Are you good? It’s been a rough couple days. Where’s your head at?”

Kyle raised an eyebrow. “Alex Manes, are you trying to talk about feelings with me?”

Alex rolled his eyes. “Fuck off, I’m trying to be a good friend or whatever the fuck. Nevermind.”

With a laugh, Kyle said, “I’m okay, I’m just a little more paranoid which isn’t a bad thing considering. Are you okay, though? You and Guerin cut it close getting out of there.”

Alex shifted in his seat. He’d slept twice since Caulfield, but he could already tell he had a brand new shade of red added to his nightmares. Hell, the only thing that got him back to sleep the night before was seeing that Michael was safe on his couch through the cameras. Part of him wanted to ask Guerin to keep coming back every night, but he didn’t want to sound needy.

“I’ll be okay. I’m more worried about him though,” Alex admitted. Maybe he had too much to drink or too little to eat or both. Kyle didn’t say anything. “He was so shaken up.”

“Where’s he at now?”

“Knowing him? Drinking and fucking with shit to pretend like he’s fine,” Alex sighed.

“Pretty sure Liz is doing the same,” Kyle said, tilting his beer bottle behind him. Sure enough, Liz was a few seats away talking to Maria and taking shots. She didn’t seem to notice that they were there.

“He did what?” Liz said, her face twisted in response to the tequila and doing a fantastic job at hiding the fact her boyfriend just died and that she was harboring a zombie.

“He just left without telling me why and now he won’t respond!” Maria groaned, rolling her eyes, “Boys are so stupid.”

“I can’t believe he was even here yesterday,” Liz laughed. Alex couldn’t help but furrow his eyebrows, listening a little closer.

“Yeah, it was honestly kinda romantic before he left. He came in after the storm and just kissed me then played guitar for me, we kissed some more,” Maria said, giving an overexaggerated pout, “But then he ruined it by ignoring me, so.”

“Give him some time. I’m sure he had a good reason,” Liz said. Maria leaned a little closer.

“You know what was weird though? I noticed when he was playing‒his hand was healed. Like, I know it wasn’t like that two days ago, that’s weird, right?”

Alex felt his heart drop, confusion tying knots in his stomach. He kissed Maria. He went to Maria after he promised he would meet Alex, but then chose to go to him after Max died. What the hell did that mean? Was he too embarrassed to be sad in front of her? And to think he almost bought that she would actually step away.

But they weren’t together. Even if Caulfield happened, even if he tried to get his point across, even if he threw his dirty jeans in with his uniform that morning. They weren’t together.

Alex cleared his throat and tried to focus back on Kyle who was already watching him.

“You wanna go?” Kyle asked before he could even try to act like that hadn’t thrown him for a loop.

“Yes, actually.”

“Got it.”

“Oh, shit, you got buff.”

“Don’t tell him that.”

Alex grinned nonetheless, rolling his eyes as Rosa felt his biceps during their hug. He’d forgotten how much he missed her. It felt weird, hugging her and being reminded that she had been his idol back in the day. He’d wanted so badly to be like her when he was young, but now she was still 19 and he had grown out of everything she taught him.

“He already thinks he’s hot shit,” Kyle added once they pulled away.

“As if you don’t think you’re hot shit,” Alex shot back.

“Boys, boys, don’t fight, you’re both pretty,” Rosa insisted. They both let out soft laughs, sitting on the couch of Max Evans’ house like it was normal. But he supposed it would have to become normal.

“Where exactly is Liz?” Kyle asked, “I mean, I know they found Noah’s body this morning, but I thought she’d be here with you.”

“She left this morning to go to work and I think she has plans to meet up with the aliens to discuss what to do with the white savior,” Rosa explained. Alex snorted, folding in his lips to suppress a laugh.

“So, just a question, who all knows about this alien bullshit? Like who am I allowed to talk to?” Rosa asked, “Because the idea of being stuck here forever with just Liz and Isobel Evans dropping by kinda makes me want to scream.” Alex laughed, rubbing his leg mindlessly as he readjusted on Max’s stiff couch.

“Um, I think you’re all caught up on who knows. Me, Kyle, Michael, Isobel, Liz. That’s it, I think,” Alex said. He was technically leaving out a couple people, but that was territory he wasn’t in the mood for. Besides, those were the only people that mattered.

“What about Maria?”

“Why do you know, but not Maria?” Rosa asked, gesturing to Alex. That confused him and he looked to Kyle as if trying to understand why that had anything to do with anything. However, it became a little more clear when he remembered just how much of a package deal they’d been at one point in life.

“So, I don’t really wanna get into all the gritty details, but my dad was involved with alien shit. I found out through that and I’ve been using my military clearance to make sure no one gets caught when they do things like resurrect dead girls,” Alex pointed out, giving a teasing smile. Rosa snorted.

“You went into the military?”

“Air Force,” he said. She scoffed and leaned back into the couch, shaking her head at him.

“No wonder Liz thinks you’ve changed.”

Alex cocked an eyebrow. “She said that?”

“I mean, yeah,” Rosa said, “I asked if you could come over, but she acted like you weren’t the same person that you were when I saw you last and I had to ask Quarterback here to even get in touch with you.” Alex tried to not let that hit so hard. It made enough sense. It must’ve been hard to like him now that he wasn’t so nice, right? He shifted in his seat and Rosa, of course, spotted it immediately. “But fuck that, you know? I know Alex and you still own a room, so you’re still there.”

“He definitely does more than own a room now though,” Kyle jumped in. Rosa made a face like she didn’t have to be convinced to believe that.

“What about your music, though? Or boys? C’mon, give me all the gossip, I’ve missed out on a decade of boy drama. Spill.”

“Okay, I can’t really help on this topic, so I’m gonna raid the kitchen,” Kyle decided, earning laughs from both of them as he exited. But Rosa just leaned forward, eager for whatever he had to say.

“I don’t have much boy drama, sorry to disappoint,” he said, smiling sweetly. She rolled her eyes.

“Bullshit, you’re a fine piece of ass and you always have been,” Rosa insisted. Laughter bubbled out of Alex easier than it had in weeks. “At least what about Michael? He’s still around, so, like, something happened.”

Alex smiled a little sadly as she brought him up. He’d almost forgotten that she was the only one who knew, mainly because she was the only one who could see it from a mile away. He didn’t have to tell her anything, she just knew. She felt like his only safe space for so long and it was strange to remember that maybe, just maybe, he could have that back.

“Well, to shorten a long story, we’ve been kinda on and off since high school. We’re both just… It’s hard to be with someone when their family literally hunted your entire family, you know? I don’t blame him for not wanting me anymore,” he blurted. Rosa tilted her head, looking at him without a single ounce of pity. He loved her for it.

“Alex, fuck that. You’re a good person and if he doesn’t get that, then fuck him,” she said. He smiled and tossed his head back on the couch, groaning slightly.

“No, no, it’s just a lot. We keep just fucking up around each other. I push him away, he pushes me away, we never seem to be on the same page,” Alex tried.

“Then get on the same damn page,” she insisted. He looked over to her.

“How?”

“Alex, I know this sounds scary, but you speak to him.”

He huffed a laugh, glossing over how terrifying that actually sounded.

Talking with Rosa again felt like a certain type of therapy he didn’t know he needed, even if it was weird to throw Kyle in the mix. She was always able to unscramble things in his brain in a way that he understood. Even if right now, they were simply talking about what she’d missed over the last decade and they were skipping the serious stuff. This felt good.

A few hours passed and they’d agreed to hang out more until they could figure out what they were actually going to do about her. Honestly, it felt like the first conversation Alex had had in a while that wasn’t life or death. It was casual. And you know what?

Alex felt better.

The night before, after Alex had gotten back from the bar, Michael had shown up and let himself inside.

He was wearing his own clothes, the ones he stole from Alex nowhere to be seen, and crawled onto the couch without a word. Alex had watched in silent amazement as he re-locked the door without looking. He hoped one day he wouldn’t be so impressed every time Michael used his telekinesis. It would have to happen one day. Today wasn’t that day, though, and they shared no words as Alex let him sleep there. As confused as he was, he promised him a safe space and he wasn’t going to take that away.

If he slept a little better that night having Michael so close, no one had to know.

Tonight, Michael did the same thing. Alex, however, feeling a little more confident after his talk with Rosa, walked over to the back of the couch. With a mug of tea in his hands, he peered down at the man he loved more than anything in the world. He looked rough and sad, but equally adorable as he had the blanket pulled up to his nose. Eventually, he felt eyes on him.

“Is this your way of telling me to go?” Michael asked, his voice set like he expected this to happen despite the fact he never opened his eyes. Alex shook his head.

“No, I said you’re welcome and I meant it,” Alex told him, “But I do want to make it clear that I meant what I said before that too. I want to feel like myself and I want to stop fighting stupid battles and work on separating myself from my father. That means if we’re going to be around each other, things have to be different. We can’t repeat. We need to be completely open with each other so I can help you and your siblings.”

Michael opened his eyes, looking up at him with skepticism. He was always so skeptical of Alex unless they were fucking. What did that say about them as people?

“What if I don’t want your help?”

“Well, too bad. I’m doing it for more than just you. Which means I’m re-enlisting and I’m finding a space for you, Kyle, and Liz to use as a lab while working on whatever the hell Isobel is trying to do with Max that’ll be under military-grade protection,” Alex said honestly. Michael sat up so quick he almost fell off the couch. “But that being said, I would like your permission to look into your mother for just you.”

“Alex, I can’t let you‒”

“I want to.”

They stared at each other for a moment, letting the words sink in.

“Okay. Only if you want to,” Michael said, clearly still processing everything despite his words. Alex licked his lips and took a sip of his tea.

“And I know that you kissed Maria the other day,” Alex said boldly. Michael’s eyes flickered back up to him, frozen like he expected that to be the moment he was kicked out. “We’re not together, so I can’t be mad. But I’m letting you know I know.”

Michael just stared at him, not knowing what to say. That felt good. No wonder Michael left him speechless all the damn time. The power that held made him feel like he had control for once in his damn life.

“You’re still welcome here,” Alex told him before saying his goodnight and letting him curl back up on the couch.

Because, as honest as Alex was feeling, he couldn’t tell him how much he needed him only a few feet away.

#malex #malex fic #michael guerin #alex manes #roswell new mexico #my fic #our fainted thrill carries on #season 2 fix it

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i-need-entertainment · 4 years

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Dreams Can Come True: Chapter 2 New Home

Chapter 1-Chapter 3

After Y/n’s shift at the daycare was over, she quickly made her way home and changed into more presentable clothes for her ‘interview’. She made her way out of her home wearing shiny black heels, a form fitting black pencil skirt and a loose, comfy white blouse. Y/n made her way into the café and immediately spotted her friend from this morning.

She walked over, “Hi Kurono, I hope I didn’t take too long, I wanted to look presentable for meeting your boss!” Chrono took a moment to look at Y/n, and she looked good. If not for his keen control on his emotions he was sure his face would have gone red, but he kept his composure and simply nodded. “I’m sure he’ll appreciate it. The man lives in button ups and slacks, so I’m sure you’ll make a good first impression.” Y/n then took a moment to notice what Chrono was wearing, he too, had changed into something nicer. He was now wearing a white button up and dark wash, not skinny but not super loose fitting, jeans. Dang, the man cleans up nicely. Unfortunately for our little Y/n here, she doesn’t have the same control over her emotions as the stone cold gangster, so her cheeks may have flushed a *little* pink. Chrono noticed her change in appearance and inwardly flushed at the thought of her blushing at him. Being 20 he knew he was in his ‘prime’ or whatever, and most people would have expected him to have a girlfriend by now, but dating wasn’t exactly easy in his position. Sure, he had a few girlfriends before, but they either just got in the way, only dated him to get close to Kai, or in the most unfortunate cases, weren’t exactly faithful. He just didn’t really see the point in dating if he was just going to get hurt in the end, or have to hurt someone in the end, I mean he may be a ‘heartless’ mafia but he does have one. There was also the fact he had a six year old to take care of, and in all aspects of his life, she was his priority. He had always wanted kids, and a wife. But if he could have at least one of those things, he couldn’t complain, right? He snapped out of it, and led Y/n back to the private room his boss had gotten for the night seeing as the Hassaikai had special ties with the owner. As she walked in the room, she noticed a young, fairly tall and built young man sitting down at the head of the table. Chrono led her to her seat at the opposite end, and took his seat to the right of his boss. To Overhaul’s left was another young man. Y/n polite fully bowed her head and introduced herself. “Hello sir, I’m Y/n L/n.” He nodded his head in acknowledgement and motioned for her to take a seat. It was now she paid attention to what the others were wearing. The man at the head of the table was wearing a black button down shirt with black pants and a white-gray tie. The man beside him dressed in all black, wearing a cape like top and a black bowler’s hat. Most peculiarly about the two however…is that they were wearing plague masks. While the one dressed solely in black wore one that covered his whole face, the one seated at the head of the table wore a burgundy and gold mask that covered only half of his face. Wait a minute…You knew who these people were. “Good evening Ms. L/n. I’m sure by now you’ve figured out who we are, yes?” “I have an idea..” Y/n then noticed Chrono had slipped on white medical mask. “You’re probably wondering what the Shie Hassaikai wants with a daycare worker, Hm?” You simply nodded your head. “I don’t know how much Chronostasis has told you, but we are in need of female caretaker for the little girl you met today. We’re offering you a spot as not only her caretaker, but as a respected member of the Shie Hassaikai. Join us, and I assure you, you will be taken care of.” Y/n took a moment to think about it.

~Chrono POV/ Narrator POV~

I really do hope she says yes, having her around would make taking care of Eri a lot easier, ad it’d be nice to have her around. “Okay, I’ll do it” Yes! “But…” But…? “I don’t want to kill anyone. It’s true I’m not the biggest fan of heroes, but I’m not exactly pro villain either, I just want to take care of Eri, if that’s okay.” Seems fair to me. I didn’t really want her to have to kill either, a girl as pretty and nice as herself shouldn’t have to go through that….wait what the heck am I thinking?! “Those terms are acceptable, welcome to the Shie Hassaikai, L/n. Now, if you don’t mind, we’d like to ask you some more…personal questions.” Oh boy, here we go again, I already know what he’s going to ask, 1. What’s your quirk. “Tell me, what is your quirk?” Knew it. “Telekinesis, I can control small objects and bring them towards me, or place them wherever I can see.” Overhaul just nodded. 2. Any family/friends who would question your disappearance? “Do you have any family or friends that might find your absence…suspicious?” Strike two “Just my aunt Hina, although I’ve been moved out for two years now, so it shouldn’t seem too suspicious.” Overhaul nodded again, “Very well, tonight we’ll go ahead and move you into your new home, since you’ll be a permanent caretaker for Eri, you will need to live in the base.” Y/n simply nodded, “That’s fine with me.” Overhaul stood up, and threw on his coat. “It’s been a pleasure working with you, L/n. Chrono, take her home and help her get what she needs, I’ll have Mimic send the other precepts over to move her out.” “Yes sir.” With that, chrono left the café with Y/n. When they exited, Chrono took off his mask. He really hated wearing it, but it was kind of important. Due to his villain attire, no heroes or police knew what he looked like, so unlike some of the precepts, he could pretty much just waltz around a free man. “So, Mafia, huh?” Y/n teasingly pointed out. “Yeah…sorry about not being completely honest earlier, but I didn’t want to scare you off too quickly.” Y/n simply nodded. “It’s okay, although I doubt it would have, like I said, I’m kind of indifferent towards heroes and villains, so I at least would have heard you out first.” “Thanks…most people aren’t as understanding.” Y/n just hummed and kept walking with Chrono. “So, how did you get the name ‘Chronostasis’, does it have something to do with your quirk?” “Yeah, actually it’s the name of my quirk.” Y/n looked at Chrono with wide eyes, “What does your quirk do?” “Well, you see my hair?” He pointed to his head. “Yeah” “Okay, well you see how the ends are pointed like clock needles?” “Mhm.” “Well, I can control them, but I have to be completely still, and they’re really sharp. So, if I struck someone with the hour hand, they’ll be slowed down for an hour, If I strike someone with the minute hand, they’ll be slowed for a minute.” Y/n’s eyes widened in amazement. “Its not really that flashy…or that useful.” Chrono awkwardly looked away, hand rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. Y/n quickly shook her head. “Nuh-uh, not at all I think it’s really cool!” By the enthusiasm in her voice he knew she was being sincere. He softly SOFTLY smiled and shook his head. “You really think so?” “Yes!! They look really cool, and most people don’t have defenses against being slowed, so I think it’s super powerful!” “Thanks Y/n.” No one had ever told him they genuinely really liked his quirk. Most people just left it alone, or thought it was weird. But here was this bubbly, sweet daycare worker who was practically fangirling over it. “No problem, you shouldn’t put yourself down like that, especially when there’s nothing to put yourself down for…” Y/n averted her eyes to the ground, a soft smile still present on her lips. “Well, here we are. It’s not much, so it shouldn’t take too long.” Overhaul had already called the landlord and arranged for Y/n to be let out on the lease early. (Turns out Yakuza bosses have a bit of power over people.) Chrono and Y/n entered Y/n’s small apartment/house. Chrono looked around, for someone who’s so young, he could tell y/n put a lot of work into her house. “Okay, give me like, five minutes and I’ll get what I need.” Because Y/n only had the one room in the hassaikai, she packaged up all of her valuable collections. Pictures of family and friends, irreplaceable things and gifts, etc. She packed up her clothes and brought a small bag of essentials to get her through the night. “Okay, I’m ready to go!” With that the two left for the Hassaikai base, but not before Chrono called Nemoto to bring the car, since it was going to be a longer drive and it was pretty late. After they got back to the base, Chrono led her into the traditional looking house, got to a door and stopped. He punched in some code, and the door opened to a stair case. This is where the main part of our base is, its where all the stuff goes down. Oh, it’s also where the bedrooms are.” They made their way down the stairs and started walking down the hallway. “Don’t be intimidated by all the guys here, you’re probably going to be pretty popular for the first few weeks, other than Eri you’re the first female to be down her. Also, ignore the petty flirting, most of these guys can count on one hand the number of women they’ve ‘talked’ to, most probably on one finger” “Really?” “Uh-huh, as you can imagine we all stay pretty busy, so no one really has time to go out and meet anybody new, let alone date.” Y/n nodded her head, she knew what that was like. Working at the day care and helping her aunt out once in a while kept her pretty busy. She had dated in the past, but none of her relationships lasted. In fact she hadn’t even attempted any relationships after him. Him being her ex, who she dated through high school, and even for some time after before she caught him cheating on her with her best friend. Chrono then walked her to a door and stopped, well this is it. It’s not much, but it’s better than nothing.” He pushed the door open and Y/n followed him inside, he then helped Y/n unpack the few things she brought with her. “Alright, hopefully that’s good enough till tomorrow, the rest of your stuff should be here by then.” “This’ll be just fine, thank you for your help…for everything really.” She smiled at him, and he gave a half smile back. “No problem, We appreciate you coming to help…I appreciate you coming to help.” There was a silence between them, although they didn’t know what kind of silence, it wasn’t an awkward silence, more like there was something there…but neither one knew what it was. “Well, anyways, I’ll get out of your hair. The bathroom is that door right there, and the living room and kitchen are just down the hall. If you need anything just text me, you’re probably going to get lost at least once, it’s pretty much a maze down here. Uhm, yeah. Oh and you’ll meet Eri again tomorrow. Her room and my room aren’t that far from here.” “Okay, I will. Thanks again Kurono. Goodnight.” “Goodnight Y/n.” An with that, the young second hand made his way out of her room and towards Eri’s room to put her to bed, seeing as it was about 8:30 pm and he didn’t want her to be cranky when she met Y/n again tomorrow. *Knock Knock* “Eri? Can I come in? It’s daddy.” The door quickly opened and Eri tackled Chrono in a hug. Eri then led him inside and sat on her bed. “Alright kiddo, it’s time for bed. Tomorrow your going to spend the day with someone new.” Eri’s ears seemed to perk up at the mention of someone new since not many new people come around here. As Chrono was getting Eri ready for bed, he started to explain the new circumstances to her as best he could. “Do you remember the nice lady that helped you today at the park?” Eri nodded her head. “Well, she’s going to be your new caretaker.” He realized he definitely should have worded it differently when he stared back at him with big wide scared eyes. “ W-what do you mean daddy? A-are you g-going to leave me?” It then clicked that it sounded like he was being replaced! “No! No sorry Eri! I’m not going anywhere I promise!” He held her in a bone crushing hug before leading her to the bed and tucking her in, looking for a book to read before she went to sleep. “She’s just gonna help me take care of you is all. Not replace me.” “Oh.” Eri seemed to understand. “So she’s gonna be my new Mommy then?” If chrono had been drinking water he was 1,000% sure he would’ve choked. “U-um yes and no? For now, let’s just call her Ms. Y/n, okay?” He could hear the fear in his voice of her asking any more difficult questions. “But why is she here? I thought you took care of me?” “I do pumpkin, but especially because you’re a girl, you should have a girl influence to look up to.” “Because I’m a girl? But why?” Shoot. He thought he could avoid THIS topic for at least 6 more years. What is he supposed to tell her? Yeah, in about 6 years give or take your body is going to turn on you and try to kill you once a month? Not exactly something you tell a 6 year old. “H-how about we talk about it tomorrow pumpkin” If the squeakiness of his voice didn’t give him away, his red face sure did. “Daddy? Is something wrong? You’re being weird.” Chrono just shook his head and tried to compose himself. “Yeah, daddy’s just being weird. Hey! How about we read that book now.” “Okay.” Chrono then read her the book and tucked her in to sleep. Making his way to his bedroom and collapsing on his bed, tired from the events of the day.

#chronostasis #chrono #chronostasis x reader #chrono x reader #hari kurono #y/n #bnha x reader #bnha #shie hassaikai

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bisexualbumblebee-writes · 5 years

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Stay With Me (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Part 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Requested: Yes! By the lovely @thisisntmyrightera

Word count: 2,182

Prompt(s): #36 and #44

36. "As cute as that was, we have a life or death situation at hand."

44. "Can you hold my hand?"

A/N: I had to split this into two parts due to the fact that I had too many ideaa for this and it was getting too long for my liking. The second part should be out very soon but I won't make any promises as to when. Also I'm so sorry to the lovely who requested this I promised it'd be out earlier this week but work had been a bitch and has tired me out. But I hope you still enjoy! Feedback and criticism is always welcome! 💖

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1934.

(Y/N) looked around the dance hall from her table, drink in hand as she watched everyone talking, dancing, and just having a great time. She sighed, boredom taking over her features as she rested her chin in her palm. Of all nights for (F/N) to get sick, it had to be the night out they’d been planning for almost a month. ‘Go have fun without me.’ (Y/N) mocked (F/N)’s voice. ‘You won’t even realize I’m not there.’ As she was about to answer her own thoughts she instead heard another voice speak up from beside her. “Is this seat taken?” The deep voice asked, making her head shoot up to look at the source. There stood a clean shaven man in uniform, hat by his side. She had to admit, he was pretty handsome. And she was right. His earth brown eyes captured her almost immediately. They held such a sense of kindness in them along with something else that (Y/N) couldn’t quite describe.

She finally realized that she still hadn’t answered him as he still just stood there for a few minutes. “Uh, no. It’s free.” She tried to sound cool but it came out as more of a stuttering mess. The man chuckled and instead of taking the seat to another table like (Y/N) thought he would, he sat down across from her. He held out his hand. “James Barnes. Most people call me Bucky.” (Y/N) smiled and took his hand. “(Y/F/N).” Rather than shaking her hand, the man now known as Bucky brought her hand to his lips, placing a light kiss to the back of it with a charming smile. The gesture alone had made (Y/N) flustered. Bucky obviously noticed but decided to stay quiet about it. “So, if I may ask, what’s a gorgeous gal like you doin’ here all alone tonight on a night like this?”

What started with a simple question ended in a night full of talking, laughs, and even a little dancing between the two. He offered to walk her home after realizing that she was growing tired. Once at her doorstep Bucky gave yet another small kiss on the back of (Y/N)’s hand, emitting the same reaction she had at the beginning of their night. They said their farewells and (Y/N) walked inside, having a strong feeling that this wouldn’t be the last time she would see the charming soldier.

1937

(Y/N) had been right, that was most definitely not the last time they’d see each other. It started out with small things at first. Bucky would knock on her door hoping to check on her and talk for a few minutes before he had to continue through his day. Soon enough he began helping her around the house on his free days just so he could spend more time with her, but that evolved into him just coming over to her house to do nothing but spend time with her. Not long after that Bucky finally mustered up the courage to ask her on a date. They had dinner at a nice restaurant then went dancing at the same place they met. After a couple more dates Bucky asked her to be his girlfriend. They went on many upon many adventures, both falling in love with each other more everyday. Now, they had collectively decided they wanted to see each other everyday, to wake up next to each other in the mornings and come home to each other every night after a long day. So, with Bucky’s help (and a little bit of Steve’s), (Y/N) packed up her things and moved in with him.

1938

(Y/N) sat on the living room floor of their house, photo albums scattered on the coffee table and floor around her. Some were hers, some his, and the rest were both of theirs. (Y/N) had a knack for pictures, she loved having them, and she loved reliving the memories of them when she looked through them. She smiled nostalgically as she carefully flipped the page of the album she was searching through, eyes landing on what had to be her favorite picture. It was of her and Bucky at a fourth of July celebration, holding hands and staring up at the fireworks with such joyed expressions. Steve had stolen the camera and took the picture, knowing (Y/N) wanted to savor the moment. It was right after the picture was taken that her and Bucky had shared their first kiss, and that’s what made it her favorite.

She stared at the picture for what seemed like hours, and maybe it was, before she heard the front door open and a sigh of relief escaped the love of her life as he closed the door behind him. “Hi darling.” She called, not moving from her comfortable position. She heard his footsteps grow closer to the living room and finally looked up as Bucky stepped into the doorway. A smile etched its way onto his tired face. “Hey doll.” He says, exhaustion evident in his voice. He walked over to her and made himself comfortable behind her, (Y/N) now situated between his legs. (Y/N) leaned back against him and he took the opportunity to lean his head on her shoulder. “How was work?” She asks, looking back at him. He shrugs in response “Same old, same old. Only thing that kept me going was the thought of coming home to you.” He said with a cheesy grin, making (Y/N) roll her eyes. “Oh brother.” She mumbled, facing forward again. Bucky chuckled and kissed her cheek before she spoke again. “You hungry?” She asked, standing up and heading to the kitchen. “I was gonna start dinner earlier but I didn’t want it to be cold when you got home.” hen I didn’t hear him answer she stopped in the doorway and turned to him, only to see him staring at her with a smile full of love. She smiled back in an instant, unable to resist that contagious grin. “Bucky?” She calls softly, making him snap out of the trance he was in. “Yeah?” She crossed her arms and leaned against the door with an amused smirk. “Did you hear anything I just said?” His cheeks turned a dark shade of red and he slowly shook his head, realizing he’d been caught. “Sorry darling.” He mumbles, making her roll her eyes in a playful manner and continue her trek into the kitchen to start cooking.

After spending the entire time trying to deflect Bucky from tasting everything as she cooked, (Y/N) spent the entirety of dinner talking and laughing with Bucky as if it were their first date again. Bucky held her hand across the table just as he had done at the restaurant from their first date, making (Y/N)’s sense of nostalgia surface again. After dinner Bucky helped her with the dishes then they retired into the living room, cuddled up with each other on the couch after moving the albums back in their boxes. Well, all except one that Bucky had insisted they kept out. He claimed he just wanted to look through it again but (Y/N) was still a bit suspicious. The album was only halfway filled with pictures of the two of them on different dates, at events, etc. They both seemed to have something to say about every picture. (Y/N) had just finished laughing at a memory from the last picture and went to close the book, only to be stopped by Bucky.

“What are you doing?” He asked, confusion heavy in his voice, making (Y/N) confused as well. “That was the last picture baby. I haven’t had a chance to put in the newer pictures.” She explains. Bucky shakes his head. “I thought I saw another picture on the next page.” She stared at him for a moment, trying to figure out what her boyfriend was up to this time. After a small staring contest (Y/N) sighed in defeat before flipping to the next page. She was surprised to find a picture she’d never seen before. It was of her at (if she remembered correctly) the dance hall they’d met at. She was faced away from him and leaning against the bars of a small ramp that led up to the building in question, staring up at a sky full of stars (though they obviously weren’t as blurry as the picture made them out to be. The longer she stared at it, the more the memory came back to her like a movie playing in her head.

It had to have been their fourth or fifth date and she’d gone outside after becoming tired of dancing and being surrounded by people. Bucky had obviously followed her out and just watched as she became entranced by the sky, pointing out that the stars seemed brighter than any other night. Bucky couldn’t see it but agreed with (Y/N) anyways as she was passionate about these kinds of things. She gave him a smile before diverting her attention back to the sky, staring at it with a wonder-filled gleam in her eyes. She looked so perfect in the moment, Bucky knew he had to capture the moment of raw joy and wonder that radiated off of her. He quietly grabbed a camera that he’d made a habit of bringing in his satchel and pointed it at her, attempting to be as quiet as possible as she snapped the picture of her. (Y/N) didn’t seem to notice until she saw him straighten up after putting the camera away. “What was that?” She asks, cocking her head curiously. “Oh nothing.” He said with an innocent smile, making her stare at him suspiciously before shrugging and suggesting they go back inside.

(Y/N)’s smile was wider than ever as she stared at the photograph before facing Bucky. He had a small smile on his face and carefully got up. “I need to go get something. See if there are any other pictures in the album.” He said, trying (and failing) to act nonchalant as he headed to their shared bedroom. (Y/N) happily complied, taking a trip down memory lane once again as she flipped through the rest of the album that was now full of pictures, some of just her that Bucky had gotten to capture, the rest being the both of them that other people had taken.

She had finally reached the end of the book after a bit. Only this page didn’t have a picture of it glued to it, rather, a word very obviously written in Bucky’s handwriting. ‘WILL’ She became confused again and flipped to the next page; that one had another singular word once again written by him. ‘YOU’

She anxiously turned to the next page. ‘MARRY’

The next page: ‘ME?’

Her eyes welled with tears and she quickly stood, facing where Bucky had walked off to only to see him down on one knee with a ring in his hand. (Y/N) covered her mouth in an attempt to top herself from crying. Bucky smiled, his eyes welling up with tears as well. “(Y/N)” he started. “I know that I’m not perfect, in fact there have been a lot of times that I’ve messed up in this relationship. I don’t have a lot to offer material-wise, but I vow to honor you, love you, and keep you safe until death do us part if you take me as your husband.” He repeats a speech he’d been rehearsing for almost a year now. “(Y/N), will you do me the honor and make me the happiest man on earth? Will you marry me?” He finishes off, his nervousness fully showing as he awaited her answer. (Y/N) had let her tears run free and a wide smile instantly showed up on her face. She nodded her head vigorously. “Yes! A million times yes!” She cried out, practically tackling him into a hug. Bucky reacted immediately, wrapping his arms around her as they embraced each other tightly.

After a few minutes he finally pulled away enough to slip the ring on her finger. She admired the way the ring looked on her finger. It was a simple silver ring with small diamonds embedded into it and a red jewel in the dead center. It was simple, which (Y/N) greatly appreciated. She wasn’t one for showy or flashy things. “This moment needs to be saved.” Bucky spoke up softly, quickly getting up and grabbing his camera from his satchel. He carefully grabbed her hand, holding up the camera and snapping a picture of their held hands before setting it down, making (Y/N) smile brightly. “I think that’s a great end to the album.” Bucky says softly, making her nod in agreement. A great way to end the album and an even better way to end the night.

#avengers #avengers imagine #avengers imagines #avengers x reader #avengers assemble #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes imagines

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colourfullsims · 5 years

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Big Brother Challenge: Casting Call

I’ve been dying to do a challenge myself after watching everyone else doing Bachelor/ette and Love Island challenges, and since Big Brother has become a recent obsession curiosity of mine, I thought I would give this a try. I will be accepting 10 sims for my Big Brother Challenge! For those who have never watched Big Brother (definitely read the rules under the cut), the objective is to be one of two remaining houseguests at the end of the summer and be voted Big Brother. Houseguests get voted out each week after playing competitions and voting people out. The twist is that you never know what your fellow houseguests intentions are; someone you thought was on your side can be secretly convincing the house to vote you out for the week. Will your sim be able to keep an invisible hand on the houseguests’ puppet strings, or will they lose their chance at half a million simoleons?

I’ll be picking 5 male and 5 female sims to enter the Big Brother house. I’m aiming to have the houseguests come from all walks of life, so try to make your sim unique! Great info to include in your submission is:

Basic bio information (name, age, gender, sexuality, race, hometown, occupation, etc).

Personality type (outgoing, shy, serious, goofy, friendly, mean, etc).

Any relationships they may have at home (parents, siblings, romantic partners, children, etc.)

Their gameplay strategy going into the house (will they try to win competitions, will they focus on social game, would they get into a showmance?)

Any random facts that you’d like to share (I may work them into the posts if they’re relevant!)

Also, I’ll be accepting young adult aged and up sims, so don’t be afraid to make elder sims! The more different the cast is, the more interesting it will be to watch their interactions with each other!

Please keep any CC used on your sim (besides skin details) limited to their everyday wear, and Maxis Match or Maxis-ish. Dress all remaining categories with DLC (I have all packs except for MFPS so go crazy), that way I have a sense of their style!

I’ll be keeping submissions open until Saturday, July 6, 2019 at 11:59 PM EST, or until I have enough submissions if I don’t get ten in time. Tag me in your entry so that I can check it out, and if I haven’t reblogged it within a day, just message me a reminder (it may have gotten lost in my notifications). Below the cut will be my version of this challenge’s rules for anyone who wants to try this too!

Big Brother Challenge Rules

I’m following a modified version of these rules for this challenge. The setup will be similar to the US version of Big Brother: houseguests will be placed into the house and left to their own devices. Only the basics for survival will be placed into the house; beds, showers, toilets, fridge, seating space, etc. There will be no access to the outside world in the house, so radios, tvs, computers, books, and phones are off limits (unless needed for the week’s task). Each week will follow the same schedule:

DAY 1 - 3: HOH COMPETITION

The Head of Household competition takes place during the first three days of the week. During this time, the skill building object of the week will be placed in the house for the houseguests to interact with. Some houseguests may decide to neglect this weekly task and will suffer for it later. At the end of day 3, the houseguest who has the highest level in that week’s skill will be made HOH, granting them immunity for the week, access to the private HOH room, and the power to nominate two houseguests for eviction. Runner-ups from the competition (top 30%) will be allowed to sleep in the nicer of the bedrooms. Middle of the pack (mid 30%) will sleep in the average bedroom. The worst performing houseguests (bottom 30%) will become that week’s Have-Nots, forcing them to sleep in the Have-Not room on uncomfortable beds, cleaning up after the other houseguests, and only allowing them to eat slop for the week (for this challenge, I’ll be using fruitcake lol).

Houseguests cannot be HOH two weeks in a row, so the winner of this week will have to sit out next week’s HOH competition.

DAY 4: EVICTION NOMINATION

Day 4 will be used as time for the HOH to decide which two houseguests they would like to nominate for the week. All skill building items will be removed from the house to encourage the houseguests to socialize. Nominations will be determined by relationship; the two houseguests who have the worst relationship with the current HOH will be nominated for eviction at the end of day 4. Nominees will lose 10 points of relationship with the HOH.

Nominations can be further influenced by any potential alliances the HOH may have (see more info on alliances below).

DAY 5: VETO COMPETITION

The Power of Veto competition takes place the day after nominations. During this time, the HOH, two eviction nominees, and three randomly drawn houseguests will participate in a skilled task following the theme of the weekly task. The random draw is done in correspondence with the HOH and nominees, and in the event that the HOH or nominee pulls “Houseguest Choice” they will choose the houseguest with whom they have the highest relationship. All six sims will be directed to complete the same task. Whoever completes this task the fastest or with the highest quality will be awarded the Power of Veto.

DAY 6: VETO MEETING

The Veto Meeting is an opportunity for the Power of Veto holder to take one of the nominees off the block. Immediately after the POV competition, skill building objects will be removed from the house again to encourage socialization. During this time, the POV holder will autonomously build or deteriorate relationships with the other houseguests. At the end of day 6, the POV holder will decide whether or not they will use the veto on either houseguest.

This is not always straight-forward: if the current POV holder has alliances, they may vote in their group’s favor, which could override their personal preferences. In the case of 3 or more high relationship alliance members having a low relationship with one of the nominees, the preference of the POV is overridden to stay in the good graces of the group (this is only canceled out by showmances and bromances, see more below).

If the POV holder decides to use the veto on a nominee, they will come off the block and are safe for the week. The HOH must then nominate another houseguest as a replacement, again choosing who they have the lowest relationship with out of the remaining eligible houseguests (no one who was just taken off the block or who was granted immunity elsewise is eligible). If the veto is not used, nominations stay the same.

Nominees will lose 10 points of relationship with the POV holder if they were not pulled off the block. Conversely, nominees gain 10 points of relationship if the veto was used to save them. Any houseguests nominated as a result of a veto nomination (aka, being backdoored) will lose 15 points of relationship with the HOH.

DAY 7: EVICTION VOTE

The majority of the last day is used for houseguests to socialize. This is the nominees final chance to build better relationships with the houseguests, and potentially sway them to not vote them out of the house. At the end of the day, both nominees will be allowed to directly interact with each houseguest to plea their case (I’ll be having them do one friendly interaction with each houseguest). After that, the votes are given in the diary room. Neither nominee is allowed to vote, and the HOH will only vote in the case of a tie. Houseguests will vote to evict the nominee they have the lowest relationship with (or in preference of their strongest alliance, see more below). The house guest with the most votes will be evicted from the house.

If a houseguest’s favorite alliance member was voted out of the house, they will lose 25 relationship points with the HOH and POV holder. The next week starts up with a brand new skill object, and rinse and repeat!

JURY

Five house guests will be kept around to participate as the jury for the final two houseguests. These will be the last 5 sims to have been evicted from the house (during weeks 4 - 8), who will live in the jury house until the finale. During their time in the jury house (1 week of play time) their relationships with the other evicted houseguests may sway their final vote (if they have little to no relationship with either of the final two, they may vote in the preference of their favorite jury member).

END GAME

When the final three sims are in the house, they will battle in a three way competition for the final HOH. HOH will then have to decide which houseguest to evict, based upon relationship. The final two will then be put up for judgement by the jury (see above). All five jury members will have one final chance to interact with the remaining houseguest they like the least (to ask why they think they should win). After each jury member have given their final question, they will submit their votes in an envelope. One by one their votes will be revealed until the vote is at least 3 in favor of one houseguest. The winner will receive 500,000 simoleons, and runner up receives 50,000 simoleons!

ALLIANCES

Alliances are one of the staple ways that houseguests determine how they play the social aspect of the game, and they can be formed in several different ways.

Showmance

This is the strongest of the alliances. If two houseguests become romantically involved, they become a showmance. Showmances will do anything to keep one another in the game; they will never nominate each other for eviction, will always use the power of veto on the other if they end up on the block, and will always vote in their partners preference for the eviction vote, especially if their partner is HOH or has a bromance member on the block. However, showmances make you a target, and each week a showmance remains together results in houseguests losing 5 relationship points with the couple at the start of the week. Will override any other alliance.

Bromance

Bromances are formed by strong friendly bonds; if two houseguests have a high friendly relationship status (high enough to perform the “Become Best Friends” interaction), they become a bromance. Bromances will vote in their partner’s favor for eviction votes and will never put one another on the block. Unfortunately, bromances will not use the Power of Veto to save their bro if they are both on the block. Bummer. Being in a bromance also places a target on your back, and each week the bros stay together results in houseguests losing 5 relationship points with the partners in crime. Will override group alliances.

Group Alliances

Group alliances are different from the other two alliances in that you can be in multiple group alliances at once. If a group of 3 or more sims is caught hanging out for extended periods of time and becoming friends, they are considered a group alliance. Being in these alliances doesn’t guarantee any type of safety from nomination or eviction, though. Groups flip all the time and alliance members can be caught playing multiple sides of the house.

When nomination time comes, an alliance member can potentially put up a group alliance member if they are more invested in another group alliance (have stronger relationships with a different group alliance, bromance, or showmance member).

Group alliance members might not take an alliance member off the block if their relationships with another group is stronger.

Group alliance members may vote an alliance member out of the house if their relationship with the other nominee is better, or their showmance partner’s friend is the other nominee.

VIEWER INPUT

There will be opportunities each week for the viewers to vote for certain twists to be released upon the houseguests. These twists can make the game more challenging for the houseguests, or even save them for that week if used wisely. I’m still working out the actual rewards and punishments, but each week you can vote for:

Viewer Favorite: Viewers can vote for their favorite house guest for the week and grant them a power up. Power ups will give the sim an advantage in the game, possibly extending their longevity.

Viewer Villain: Viewers can vote for their least favorite house guest for the week and curse them a punishment. Punishments are designed to attack the sims game and put them at risk of eviction.

And that’s it! This is definitely a more complex version of the challenge, but I think that it will make the overall storyline of the competition more entertaining to watch, especially because elements of these rules will push houseguests into bad moods and make some enemies. I’d love to have one of your sims as a contestant in the challenge, so send those entries in!

#sims 4 big brother challenge #big brother challenge #ts4 #ts4 challenge #sims 4 #sims 4 challenge #colourfullsims

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someguy1023 · 5 years

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Nobody’s gonna care about this, but maybe someone will

i think it’ll help convey why im so stuck on this, and why i seem to be focusing more on Holly and, according to messages i kept getting, “white knighting” for her. I’m not gonna justify Holly’s behavior. thats not what this is about. I just want this off my chest.

(im gonna regret this)

also, just to preemptively defend myself, i know how cheesy all this is gonna sound. But its the truth.

so. i guess i should preface this by explaining when I first heard about Holly. Maybe it’ll help this make sense in context. Maybe not. I don’t know but it doesnt hurt to try.

I didn’t actually learn about Holly through the internet like i assume most others did. I actually first found her through TV. More specifically, through that Heroes of Cosplay show SciFi has produced a few years back. I enjoyed it, but found myself mainly enjoying the work Holly and Jessica did while on the show. They were my favorite team, and I always tried to watch whenever they were in an episode. After a while though, I, like a lot of others apparently, got bored and moved on, and eventually forgot about Holly.

It was a few years later that I would find her again. This time, like many others, through Grumps. More specifically, through Ross and Steam Train. I was surprised when it turns out that one of my favorite members of GG was also married to one of my favorite people on HoC. Small world. I stayed a more casual fan, watching the occasional playthrough or crafting episode on her channel. I was more of a fan of GG and Ross, so I tended to watch more of his stuff than hers, but I still made sure to keep watching her stuff. It wasn’t anything major, she just made me smile.

A few years later, it meant something more to me.

In 2016, my father died. Normally, that wouldn’t be such a big deal for something like this. It was everything leading up to his death that was the problem. I always had a very “problematic” relationship with my father. He was abusive towards me when I was younger, lashing out at me for really minor problems. (for example, one time he had lifted me up in the air by my throat and began strangling me when I was ~6. Why? Because I had used some money our neighbor gave me for cleaning up his lawn to buy a popsicle from an ice cream truck, ate half of it, then put the other half in the fridge. He found it, got mad at me, and then began to yell at me. I had a nervous tic when I was younger where I giggled uncontrollably when I was scared. Sure enough, I began to giggle and could stop it, and then he, enraged, lifted me up. I realize years later he was probably drunk, considering he smelled really weird. It isnt a good memory.) He eventually left my mom and I when I was almost 7, moving down to Alabama with this lady he met in a bar, and proceeded to do pretty much every major drug imaginable. I didn’t see/hear from him again until a few years later at his mother’s funeral. He seemed remorseful for what he did to me, and a year or two later, moved in with his cousin back in the state I was living in at the time. I began visiting him when I was 13, and he seemed to be better. He apologized to me for what he did, he tried to be a good dad, and I believed him. That was my first mistake.

Flash forward to January 3rd, 2016. I was visiting him for the weekend after staying at my cousin’s, and was sorting through my things to make sure i didnt forget anything. We had visited one of his friends to get something he borrowed (according to him) then got back to his house. He was sitting on the couch, watching TV, and I thought he fell asleep. I noticed he had a cigarette in his mouth he was going to light before he passed out, so I went over to put it aside. I figured out he wasn’t sleeping. It turns out, he was overdosing, and what I thought was snoring was his throat closed shut and the air escaping his lungs. He was dying. I told his wife (at the time) what what happening, she called 911, and I went upstairs to hide in my bedroom. A lil while later, the ambulance came by, and the paramedics gave him whatever that stuff is they give addicts who OD. (At the time, I didnt know what was going on. He had really bad lungs, and I thought they were shutting down or something. I was told it was from him overdosing later that night.) He woke up, and they drove him to the hospital to make sure he was okay. I went back to my moms house, and stayed there. That was the last time I saw him alive

As it turns out, my dad had been using me for over 2 or 3 years. He was not only stealing money from me under the pretense of helping him with driving for over an hour to pick up/drop me off from my moms place to visit, but had also been heavily manipulating me for years in order to control me. He had tried to turn me against my mother and her side of the family, claiming she had used me to verbally abuse and control him when they were married, telling me lies in order to keep me under his thumb. (like how she threatened to abort me if he didnt marry her after knocking her up, or how she had him steal from his sister during her wedding, etc.) I began to despise my mother, arguing with her constantly, and, on his insistence, never told her anything about what he was doing or what he told me. It wasnt until after that day that I learned it was all lies.

I was devastated. I felt hurt, used, and betrayed. (I realize now...its because I actually was.) I was a wreck. It didnt help that 4 months later...he died. Needless to say, it was a very, very tough grieving period. I locked myself away in my room, unable to summon the energy to even get up in the morning. I had suffered from mild depression prior to this, but it was much worse. I couldn’t find a way to get through this, suffering for months, and eventually, began to think about suicide.

Thats where Holly came back in.

Besided the playthroughs helping cheer me up a lil whenever I put them on, it was her advice that really began my path to healing. Her kind words and support to others began to help me sort through the baggage I had been dealing with about my dad. I began to follow her advice on how to deal with my depression, and began to slowly ull myself back from the edge, and, over time, began to pull myself back up. Eventually, with her help, I began to attend regular therapy sessions, and managed to fully come to terms with what my father had done to me, as well as properly manage both my depression and anxiety problems. I honestly don’t know where I’d be right now if it wasn’t for Holly. She helped keep me going when I really needed it. She, for lack of a better expression, helped save my life. I’ll always be grateful to her for that...despite all of this. Ever since then, whenever I felt my depression weighing me down, or felt my anxiety creep back up on me, I could rely on her to help keep me grounded.

When all this happened, I couldnt help but notice I felt the same way as I did all those years ago. Despite the fact that its just some random lady on the internet, and shouldnt have mattered as much as it did...it still hurt on a personal level. The worst part of this whole thing? I can’t go back to the thing that helped me out whenever I felt this way. Not without being reminded everywhere I go of how everyone thinks of her.

So...maybe thats why I’m doing all this. Not just to stop people from spreading hate and rumors based on speculation...but because part of me cant/doesnt want to believe one of the people I relied on and put trust in could be the bad guy. Because part of me just refuses to let go or lose someone who meant so much to me. Because part of me wants to believe that things will get better...even if I know they wont.

If you read through this, thank you. Maybe someone out there feels the same way I do. Maybe, if they dont, someone can understand. Its been a rough month for me. I just hope things will look up somehow. I dont know if I’m gonna come back to this. Im realizing it probably isnt healthy. The only thing I have left to say, then, if I dont come back; please, try to spread good. I know this is the internet, and even worse, tumblr...but i think people need some light nowadays. and constantly spreading hate and cruelty...that wont help anyone. I know nothing i say matters, that nothing i’ve done has changed any minds. but even if you cant trust Holly anymore, or dont believe anything she says...at least believe in one of her beliefs. That kindness is the greatest thing to spread to others, and the world can sure use a lot more of it.

Good night.

#atelierheidi #commander holly #heidi o'farrell #heidi o'ferrall #holly conrad #jared knabenbauer #projared #projared scandal

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darling-i-read-it · 6 years

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Murder Mystery

Sherlock Holmes x reader

Word Count: 1255

Warnings: murder, blood

Author’s Note: I really really loved this one! I really hope you like it! Also, HAPPY HALLOWEEN DEAR!

Request: made loosley by @swanky-batman

Summary: Sherlock and the reader go on a murder mystery run on Halloween.

Genre: mystery? Fluff? horror?

(not my gif)

“No murder mysteries on Halloween I don’t care if you want one if one doesn’t come then don’t seek one out,” you yelled at Sherlock. He was reloading his crossbow in the living room and you were making tea. “And please don’t shoot the wall I’m tired of having to clean the wall.”

“You just call Mrs. Hudson you never clean it up yourself,” he pointed out gravley and you heard the sound of an arrow hitting the wall, sighing. You poured the tea and walked into the living room, placing one on the table beside him. You brushed a hand through his black locks and forced him to look at you and not at the wallpaper which was going to need to be patched up again.

“You’re going to get a case aren’t you?” you whispered. Sherlock nodded but let you keep holding his cheek as you watched him. He stood up quickly, his pajama pants dragging on the floor. He looked like he was ready to collapse and you laughed as he walked into the bedroom, throwing clothes on the floor.

You waited as he dressed and drank your tea at your chair by the fireplace. You watched as the flames licked at the wood hungraily and waited patiently.

“Darling?! Can you bring me my tea?” he called from the bedroom. You sighed and got up, leaving your own cup for his to bring over. You handed it to him and noticed his regular work attire, the long black trench coat and scarf.

“Don’t you look nice! Here’s your tea. Who’s the unlucky brit this time around?” you asked. Sherlock smiled lightly, watching as you fixed his scarf a little more. Typically he would swat your hand away and say something about the fact he could do it alone but today was Halloween, careful and true, your day.

It had been as specially you, more so than your birthday and so today he was extra nice, extra loving but also extra hard on the case. You smiled at him and slipped on your own jacket.

“His name is Luke Kin,” he told you, putting on his shoes.

“Oh? I think you’re talking about the suicide. It’s been all over the papers my dear,” you told him truthfully. You waited for him to correct you. It was your favorite part.

“Murder actually. Wrong hand, bullet punctures etc etc. You know it all by now my darling,” he told you leaving. You grinned.

“You’re right I do. I can also guess his killer but we’ll play our game tonight,” you told him, trailing a finger along his defined cheekbone as you passed. You two played a game sometimes on murder mysteries. It depended on the sensitivity of the topic but today being Halloween you couldn’t not. You would both make answers on who the killer was and see who was correct without sharing any evidence.

Your motto for this game was, as requested, ‘Finders Keepers Love’.

The game was currently tied at 7-7. Tonight was the winning factor.

Sherlock gave you a smile and you walked briskly to the door, entering the outside world and grinning at how cold it was. The chill was bad but with your both heavy jackets it was hard to notice as you waved down a cab. You both got inside and went straight to the phones, reading all you can about the case in the short 15 minutes it took you to get to the crime scene.

You had quite the notes in the notes app by the time you got there.

“Male, 23, college student, lived alone, one living family member, death by pain meds, constant doctor's appointment, no therapy, only person there is the neighbors, joggers and dog, lonely person but active in work, hard worker, architect” and so on and so forth. You got out just as it began to rain. There was a woman there, sitting on the edge of the road, sobbing.

You got to her just a second before Sherlock did.

“What’s wrong sweetie?” you asked softly and she hugged you, sobbing into your shoulder. You looked up to see Sherlock talking to Greg.

“It was a ghost!” she screamed. A clap of thunder hit your ears and she started crying again.

“What do you mean?” you asked carefully. She was blubbering.

“I mean i saw him. I saw him but he was already dead! He was just standing there, over the body of him. Oh miss it was so scary!” she screamed and you nodded.

“It’s alright. I’ll take a look.” You let her go and walked to the house, passing Greg and Sherlock who eyed you as you walked under the caution tape. Anderson tried to stop you but you shook your head and ran up the stairs. You came across a body, laying there unattended to, a little 5 marker by the head. You saw no ghosts although you were hoping a little that you would. You examined the body over a little and then ran to Greg. Sherlock was passing you as you did and you blew him a kiss as you walked by.

“Watch for ghosts my dear!” you called.

“Ghost’s aren’t real!” he told you back. You approached Greg.

“Alright who’s the suspect?” you asked. He laughed.

“You and Sherlock. The same person sometimes. The victim's boyfriend,” Greg explained and you furrowed your eyebrows.

“Domestic abuse? Fighting? Accident?” Greg shook his head.

“He died a week ago.” You laughed.

“Ghosts aren’t real Lestrade,” you explained. Greg shrugged.

“It’s halloween. You never know.” You walked away and talked to witnesses and other police officers. Once you pulled your evidence you understood. It was so simple you couldn’t understand how the police didn’t just get it.

Once you saw Sherlock you showed him your answer and he laughed.

“Same thing.” You approached Greg.

“It was the jogger,” you started.

“She came inside. There’s track prints on the floor are wet and fresh.”

“The dog barked at noonish yeah? So it should be fresh. It’s the time in which he should have been at therapy so when he didn’t show up the doctor called you and the police and you..”

“Called you yeah,” Greg said. “It can’t just be shoes though. We need more than that.”

“Fingerprints and hair. I interviewed the jogger. She had hair in her fake nails. Not hers not the dogs. I’d test it. Along with the-”

“Obvious. She has the pills in her bag,” Sherlock finished your sentence. Greg sighed.

“Thanks again Holmes.”

“Of course.”

“Fix it yourself next time.”

And with that you and Sherlock walked away, back home back to the flat, watching as little trick or treaters passed.

You settled in later, fresh tea and warm pj’s. The lights were almost out when Sherlock said something that alarmed you.

“The ghost upstairs almost threw me. Nice one,” he whispered, putting down his book. You snapped your eyes open.

“I’m sorry?” you asked. He chuckled.

“The ghost you set up in the corpse room. Iridescent lights and projector although nice try.” You sat up.

“Sherlock I didn’t set up any ghost.”

“Of course you did.”

“I didn’t!”

And you froze.

“Then who did?”

#sherlock holmes imagines #sherlock imagines #sherlock x reader #halloween #halloween imagines

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lightlorn · 5 years

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💘 FOXHOLE!

send me 💘 + A SHIP and i’ll tell you—

where they first met and how: Alright, so maybe the stories lied. Maybe you can go home again, though Kokoro hardly recognized it for the way it had been sealed tight against invasion. There was no great family reunion, just inhuman figures who introduced her to a cell. If Xemnas didn’t have use for her, that might have been the end of it. Instead, he leads her through the Castle, her guardian devil, retracing her steps as if she might lead them to the heart of it, and to the boy they sought.

how long their ‘flirting’ phase was before feelings got involved: Implying their flirting was not just them clashing in battle as Xemnas tried to make it poetic and Kokoro just tried to beat him. That lasted for some months before they got a little tired of the battles for dominance, until Kokoro found better ways to get what she wanted out of him.

who fell for who first ( if applicable ): Xemnas was a fool for this woman almost as soon as he saw her. It deepened in the ensuing two years, but that first glance left him at least intrigued.

where their first date was and what it was like: A low-key affair, playing at the normalcy they hadn’t seen in a lifetime. Dinner, and then a long walk along an eternal Twilight, where she spoke candidly of the world’s architecture and history. She thought she must be boring him. He didn’t want her to stop talking, not when it was about her interests.

who asks who out and how ( with a sign? spelled out on a cake? just a simple ‘will you go out with me’? ): Xemnas played it like he wanted to have further discussions about their agreements and arrangements, Kokoro jokingly asked if he was trying to get her to go on a date with him. His silence afterwards told her that her joke struck a little too close to the truth. And then they had to.

who proposes first: Kokoro tries, bless her, but Xemnas is not one for matrimony even after everything is said and done.

if they keep / kept their relationship secret or let everyone know right away: Hi he’s one of the leaders of the forces of darkness and she is pretty firmly standing with the light this time. No one knows what is up except for the questionable couple themselves. Besides, who would believe a Nobody could feel the echo of another life playing at whatever was left of his patchwork heart?

where the proposal happens and how ( kiss cam at a baseball game? on a hillside surrounded by ducks? at a disney park? ): The two in bed, early morning, Kokoro straddling Xemnas’ chest and curling her fingers in the spaces between his. She brought it up conversationally, travel the worlds, find a religious official somewhere and be married before taking off to a long honeymoon. He shot her down gently, but they did travel in the end.

if they adopt any pets together: Vanitas counts right??? Kokoro insists they get a proper library cat, who is swiftly adopted by the kids and often kept from his duties as official library guardian. He is named ‘Hamlet the Lesbian,’ Ham for short. More on that later.

who’s more dominant: Kokoro. Any way she wants to use Xemnas is fine by him, so long as he gets to be in her presence.

where their first kiss was and what it was like: I’m pretty sure it’s established to be in the aftermath of him seeking an explanation for one of his Organization members turning traitor. For how he failed, for what he was to do with it. When she refused to be his object of worship or tell him what to do. I remember her pushing aside his ethereal blade and kissing him gently, giving him comfort rather than the orders he was so fond of following and handing down in equal measure.

if they have any matching couples stuff ( mugs? sweaters? pillowcases? ): One year Mads and Nam surprised them with ‘If Lost Return to Kokoro’ and ‘I Am Kokoro. Keep Him’ sweaters for Christmas. Xemnas was insulted they imply the family matriarch would be so cold as to refuse him. Kokoro just started wheezing into her shirt trying to hide the fact she was cracking up.

how into pda they are: Kokoro is far too reserved and ladylike for any such teenage nonsense. A hand held or a kiss on the cheek is the most she will muster with others around outside the privacy of their own home. Unless, of course, a certain someone is coming back from some dangerous nonsense to prove he is still a bad bitch, at which point decorum is off the table and she will run to embrace and kiss him.

who holds the umbrella when it rains: Kokoro. Do you really think Xemnas is troubled by rain? No, so her 5′7″ ass has to strain to try and lift an umbrella to his towering 7′ chad height.

where their usual ‘date spot’ is ( if applicable ): Radiant Garden Opera House, a private box, kept in her name and often the subject of gossip by the elite of that world. The lady is beautiful, true, but the gentleman with her has the oddest bearing. They watch the show, hold hands, and whisper about the plot or the quality of the performers.

who’s more protective: It’s about equal, as both try to present a united front. Xemnas wants to protect what is ‘his,’ and Kokoro refuses to lose anyone else.

how long it is before they sleep together ( can be as in ‘had sex’ or as in ‘shared a bed’ ): Roughly a year if we take into account the canon timeline.

if they argue about anything: They’re the worst kind of snooty nerds who debate literature and authorial intent very passionately. The cat being named ‘Hamlet the Lesbian’ by Xem nearly sent Kokoro into a fit. He thinks Hamlet is a lesbian and that’s why he is like that, Kokoro wants to know if he’s high. He smokes crack? Is that it?

who leaves more marks ( lipstick, hickeys, scratchmarks etc. ): If Xemnas didn’t cheat and heal from anything, this would be Kokoro’s victory to claim. As it is, she is the one left marked up as a result.

who steals whose clothes and how often: He couldn’t fit in her clothes if he tried. On days, post-canon, where she doesn’t feel like putting on her entire kimono first thing in the morning, she absolutely snatches something of his to stumble through the morning. His clothes are so long on her that she’s absolutely decent in them.

how they cuddle ( spooning? facing each other? ): Kokoro lays beside him, head on his shoulder, as he curls an arm around her and toys with her hair most of the time.

what their favourite nonsexual activity is: They’re snooty nerds who dissect literature, rave about the opera season in the Gardens, and drink wine while laughing pretentiously at Scala high society.

how long they stay mad at each other: While tempers might flare at times, often from Kokoro, they do cool quickly. They have never gone to bed angry since becoming a proper couple.

what their usual coffee / tea orders are: Xemnas is a tea elitist, knowing just the perfect mixture of leaves and a specific kind of water you can only get in this specific words, with just a drop of honey for texture. Kokoro has slurped coffee right out of the pot when she gets on a roll. Two kinds of people.

if they ever have any children together: Well, Xemnas does end up a father to Kokoro’s adoptive daughter Mads, and as we plot Nam and Vani kind of end up part of the family as well. Then there’s Kogitsune, their son, who is just a soft baby and dearly beloved by both of his parents.

if they have any special pet names for each other: He has always called her Foxglove in private moments, first as a way to soothe her and remind her of a certain memory with Terra, and then as an actual pet name. She, in turn, often calls him ‘my heart,’ which is pure schmaltz but never fails to tug on his heartstrings.

if they ever split up and / or get back together: Nah they are ride or die. And then die.

what their shared living space is like ( messy? clean? what kind of decor? ): Their bedroom is carefully cleaned and orderly, sort of a minimalist classical. The decor available is rather old fashioned and makes a statement, and there are also books scattered around rather than properly put away on the room’s singular bookcase.

what their first christmas / hanukkah / etc as a couple was like: A few stolen moments while Kokoro was in the company of certain allies. No one ever knew he was there, but she did offer him a small gift before he had to leave. As for when they could actually be together, it was a quiet, intimate Christmas morning, she made pancakes, they curled up comfortably and stared at snow falling behind the stained glass windows of her childhood home. And then Mads started trying to beat the door down to spend the latter half of Christmas day with her mom and that was the end of their peace for the day.

what their names are in each other’s phones: ♖Foxglove♖ for Kokoro, ♔King♔ for Xemnas.

if they have any ‘couple traditions’ ( buying a new mug for their collection every year? baking every friday evening? ): Once a year they recreate that first ‘date.’ He always buys her a new charm from every world they visit as a couple.

who falls asleep first and who wakes up first: Xemnas doesn’t sleep, so Kokoro takes both of these.

who’s the big spoon / little spoon: Kokoro would love to be the big spoon, but alas, He Thicc. So instead Xemnas curls his arms around her and snugs in close as she privately fumes.

who hogs the bathroom: They are both incorrigible bathroom hogs who need to perfect Their Look. It takes a lot of work to look as flawless as they do.

who kills the spiders / takes them outside: Kokoro moves them outside, Xemnas argues that they can help to keep pests out of the castle.

#charismastatic

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shay-puppitty · 3 years

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Just venting, don’t have to read

My sister is startin to stress me out... (long vent below if you really want to read it I guess)

I have ONE drawer (the bottom one) and a little corner between the sink and the wall in my bathroom to store things while she and her boyfriend have 3 drawers, a cupboard, and the rest of the counter in the bathroom (where they don’t even try to be orderly and neat so I have to neaten it up every night just so I have enough counter space to put things)

PLANTS ARE EVERYWHERE. She’s taken over the porch and keeps buying new plants just about every Sunday (one of her days off) while she is supposed to be finding a new place to live with her boyfriend

Her boyfriend has admitted to using MY MOUTHWASH instead of one of the TWO BOTTLES they share.

Her boyfriend has repeatedly gone into MY BEDROOM while I’m not home under the guise of turning off the light (right beside the door) but goes to my bed to grab the reversible octopus to put it in an angry face (idk what else he’s touched)

I had to move my lotions and skin products to MY BEDROOM just to keep them from using them (I had asked them not to use it before a time or two, but they used the fact I had borrowed a bit of theirs once to justify them using mine more than once or twice)

OH YEAH. Apparently some of my stuff wound up in one of their drawers, so instead of moving my stuff to the ONE DRAWER I HAVE she dumped all her tampons over my stuff. Didn’t try to defend herself or anything, just said “Well some of your stuff was in my drawer so I figured it would be alright if I put some of my stuff into yours.”

Her boyfriend now EXPECTS me to heat him up a little pizza anytime he is off of work and I am home, solely because I was kind enough to offer a few times if I saw him. And he’s stopped bothering to thank me for doing so unless I mention something about it.

I have asked her for FOUR MONTHS to help me set up a hair appointment because my hair had gotten long enough to start causing me a lot of dysphoria, but she only did so TODAY when I asked her the name of the place. She put two and two together and realized I was probably going to set it up myself or have someone else help me with it (I’ve never set up an appointment so I don’t know how to do it, don’t know the name of the place, or the number to the place).

She and her boyfriend make ZERO effort or attempt to use my pronouns (he/him) or even refer to me with “masculine identifiers.” The only time they seem to bother remembering is when they’re making some sort of under the radar joke about it or trying to “catch me slipping” since I’ve only just come out this year and am also getting used to being referred to as male.

I have to be quiet at night or else they “don’t get enough sleep” but they can get ready in the morning as loudly as they want even though they get up hours before I do and know I’m sleeping.

I had an intense breakdown (sobbing, hopelessness, distress, etc) a month ago because one of my dogs got sick again (diarrhea everywhere) and I was worried he’d taken a turn for the worse again and I’d have high vet bills to worry about again. I had to take all three dogs out so he could use the bathroom without me having to clean it up from everything and I spent 1.5 hours cleaning and breaking down. When she woke up and saw me sobbing in my room, I told her what happened and that I was very upset. All she told me was that I would have to bring the dogs back in as soon as I could because they’ll bark and could wake her and her boyfriend up where they wouldn’t get 3 MORE HOURS OF SLEEP.

The shed my mom cleaned out for me and started putting drywall up so I could make it my retreat or “creative studio” where I wouldn’t be bothered has practically been claimed by her and her boyfriend. They put a treadmill in the shed, their yoga stuff, their workout stuff, and even BUILT A PULL UP BAR OFF THE SIDE without my permission (they went to my mom and convinced her that they needed to use the shed for their stuff and didn’t even bother to make sure I’d be okay with it)

They expect my mom to cook them breakfast and MAKE THEM A MEAL for lunch despite her doing everything else in the house. (cleaning, her laundry, THEIR LAUNDRY, dinner, taking care of the horses, helping me with the dogs since she wakes up earlier and can put them out for me, taking care of the chickens, baking whatever dessert thing they dump on her to make, going to the gym {we’ll fuckin get to that} a few times a week, the vegetable garden tending, mowing the lawn, taking care of her trees and shrubs outside, and so much more I don’t even know about) They even get upset if she is out later during a shopping trip (I’ll get to that in a moment) and isn’t there to prepare dinner when they get home.

My sister is training for a marathon so won’t drive my mom to the gym on Sundays and Tuesdays (her days off) so my mom can’t go to the gym as often as she would like. Won’t even offer later in the day when she comes back.

They won’t even drive my mom around to do errands or grocery shopping. My mom used to ask her to drive her around to do one or two close by errands, but she guilt tripped my mom everytime so my mom is worried to ask for a ride in case it’s “too much errands” or “taking up her day off” or “putting too much pressure or something on her” (after her run she’ll literally just do a bit of yoga and workout then just sit in her room all day and that is coming from me who sits around in his room all day)

My dad recently passed, so my mom is kinda struggling for money right now, so what do they do? If they pick her up something from the store she forgot (even if it is FOR THEM) they tell her the price they paid and have her pay it back most of the time.

Today, ONE HOUR before my mom would usually start cooking dinner (she’s had something defrosting all day expecting them to come home for dinner) they tell her that they found this new trail they want to run on a few hours away so they won’t be staying for dinner and they won’t be home tonight. My mom was so angry about the short notice about it that she couldn’t even be angry anymore and just sat and stewed in her anger.

Since my dad passed away A FEW MONTHS AGO they’ve been getting bolder and it really feels like they are trying to push my mom and I out so they can stay here. My sister tried insisting on teaching my mom to drive, but didn’t give her many if any practice, but another sister of mine has been having mom drive every time they go out so she can be comfortable behind the wheel and get her license. My mom has a hard time seeing fault in any of her kids and probably hasn’t realized most of what’s going on around her because she’s been kept so busy. I’ve been forcing her to accept more “rent” money since I live with her and eat her food, started doing my own laundry (22 year old and couldn’t do laundry, I know terrible), offer to help in any way I can, insist on getting her things if she has sat down and needs something, put in the effort to clean up after myself if I use something in the kitchen, and buy her things she currently can’t afford the luxury of without letting her pay me back. But it feels like they are just using her and trying to take over the house slowly while my mom is down so she’ll become dependent on them and not want/be able to let them leave. I don’t know what to do about it except start being loud and show disapproval in what ways I can. I’m just so stressed about this whole thing and don’t know how to help or do anything about it...

#shay speaks #PERSONAL #misgendering mention?#family member death mention #stress #unfairness #negativity #honestly so fucking pissed about one of the later things because of you know what it is if you read #vent #personal life

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rydenstories · 7 years

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in the bathroom mirror

When I tell new acquaintances that I grew up around the paranormal community, they expect that I grew up in a specific environment; with eccentric but neglectful parents constantly scaring me about ghosts rattling chains and whispering threats. This was not the upbringing I experienced. I lived in a loving household with parents who, although were very upfront about what their hobby was, kept me in the dark about the scarier parts to make sure I grew up the same as my peers. I'd always felt that my parents, and their friends (investigators, mediums, etc.) were heroes and investigated to keep people safe. I didn't think on it much past that when I was little.

They did so well at keeping me sheltered from the darker truths of the paranormal, they assumed I was safe from those unexplainable forces by default. Unfortunately, I wasn't.

My parents investigated on week nights because they had a sitter (another investigator's daughter) and they knew they wouldn't return home until I was in bed. They could unwind and go over evidence without exposing me. That night, I shouldn't even have been awake but I needed to use the bathroom. I quietly shut my bedroom door as i entered the hall, hoping I wouldn't alert the sitter to my presence. I glanced into the living room, noticing that the sitter was absent from her normal spot on the couch. Shrugging this off, I crossed the hallway into the bathroom. After doing my business I flushed, washed my hands, and went to return to bed when I heard the front door crash open, slamming against the wall. I quickly shut the bathroom light off and cracked the door just enough that I could peek out into the living room without being seen.

Seven people, including my parents and the sitter, were panickedly shuffling through the front door with something rectangular covered in a large flannel jacket. Everyone was shouting in confusion between my parents telling everyone to quiet down. At some point the object was sat down on the floor and before anyone could really figure out what was going on, a loud crack silenced the room. I couldn't see who, but someone had stepped on the object and broke it quite seriously. Everyone froze and I suddenly felt something was wrong. Mom quietly questioned "what did you do?" to a silent room. Nobody answered her.

Something about the situation unleashed a horrible fear I'd never experienced. I backed away from the bathroom door, closing it as quietly as I possibly could while flicking the light on. Casually turning and glancing at my reflection in the mirror at that moment pushed terror to an incomprehensible level for my 9 year old brain. Nothing in the room was out of place, but my reflection had changed. The boy looking back at me didn't feel like me. He looked like me, but he peered into my own eyes with an entirely different expression on his face than the one I knew I currently wore on my own. It was a look of hate. I broke my gaze away and some of the fear subsided, but not all.

I stayed there frozen for a while, facing away from the mirror and listening to people shuffling around outside, waiting for my opportunity to leave the bathroom without being seen. I'd never been so scared, I just wanted to leave that room so badly and the minutes felt like hours. Still, somewhere between my personal naivety and my curiosity, I decided to turn just enough that I could see the mirror our of the corner of my eye. The boy hadn't moved as my reflection should have with me. He was looking straight forward, the sockets of his eyes now filled with a glowing light that somehow didn't reflect out into the room at all. His mouth was open at a small slit and I could almost sense whispers escaping it despite no sound echoing out into the silent bathroom. He didn't know I was seeing him and I didn't know what I was seeing either, so I quickly looked away again in fear. The sense of whispering disappeared as soon as I broke my gaze from him and I realized that the house was silent again. I quickly left the bathroom and darted across the hallway into my bedroom, knowing I'd averted being caught but not caring either way.

I woke up the next morning ill and unable to speak. My parents kept me home from school in hopes that tylenol and rest could be enough, but I only got sicker as time passed. Being so immersed in illness, I barely thought about what I'd seen in the mirror at all. The days went on and I became delirious to the point where I don't exactly remember much. Mom and Dad rushed me to the hospital and my fever only broke after three days. I started feeling better, but I was kept in the hospital for further testing for almost two weeks due to the fact that they couldn't figure out exactly what had caused such extreme illness despite all clean tests when I came in. They still really don't know.

After going back home, my parents were so worried about me that they totally dropped paranormal investigation to spend more time keeping an eye on my heath. As soon as my fever dropped in the hospital, I remembered the incident with the mirror and immediately made a connection between that and my illness. As you could imagine, I felt very threatened and unsafe in my own home, but I also felt a level of subconscious guilt. I wasn't supposed to be awake that night. I was supposed to be safe with all of these strong people around. It felt like my fault. Regardless, it was still in there. I didn't know if my parents felt it, but even being near the bathroom made me nauseous, sad, and terrified.

Despite all of the guilt I felt, and how afraid I was, I hid it from my parents for a short time. Our house had two bathrooms, and I felt fine in the other. Unfortunately, sleeping in my bedroom made it much harder to keep the secret. I hated it in there. It was right across the hall from the awful bathroom and I could feel ill intent just behind the door. I tried sleeping on the couch but my parents only thought it was cute the first few times before insisting I sleep in my bedroom.

My quality of life rapidly declined from there. I found it hard to sleep or eat. My grades declined. My parents were concerned it was the unknown illness I'd experienced but the doctors were giving absolutely no answers. They seemed so stressed and I felt so terrible, I tried my hardest to act normally despite the inner torment but it was clearly not working well.

Although my parents could stop doing paranormal investigation, they couldn't stop their friends in the paranormal community from eventually coming over. Madge, an old medium who was essentially a grandmother figure for me, stopped over unannounced and was finally the first person to experience the terrible feeling besides myself. I was on the couch watching TV when she came through the door, stopped cold in her tracks, and exclaimed "JESUS DO YOU PEOPLE NOT FEEL THAT?" This blunt question hit me so hard I couldn't breathe and found myself hyperventilating in seconds. For me, the jig was up. Madge stayed frozen at the door as my parents ran to me and desperately pleaded for an explanation. Emotion had washed over me so intensely that I found it impossible to do anything but cry. Cry out of desperation and out of fear, even relief that someone had broken through finally. I remember my mom kept asking me why I wasn't explaining myself when Madge answered for me "it probably has him too afraid to speak, dummy." So we left and I finally was able to tell them everything.

In the following weeks, I stayed with a relative while my parents investigated the house. At the time, I wasn't given a ton of information, I just knew they were trying to make things safe again. I would later come home on the day they decided to remove the mirror. I stood in the middle of the living room and watched as they carried it out of the bathroom and headed towards the front door. I still saw that boy in the mirror as it passed, the not-me. He still exuded hate and caused fear, but it almost felt like he was a vicious predator being carted off against his will to imprisonment.

The house didn't immediately feel better. Madge believed that houses are much like people, and they need to heal from trauma as well. My parents clearly were affected too, and the road to feeling safe again was difficult. Still, over time, we all greatly improved.

I didn't ask much about the situation afterwards as a child; I was content with the fact that my parents had worked so hard to make home safe again. However, as I got older, I grew more curious. Upon my request, she finally filled in the missing pieces several years ago.

Back to the initial incident. She, my father, and several other investigators were working on a non-typical job. A family had been experiencing entirely different symptoms than those I had faced. Their daughter was experiencing bouts of rage linked with objects moving and audible voices being heard. Mom admitted that they were nowhere near equip to deal with the presented situation; they went in cocky, fully expecting to debunk and diffuse the situation. However, they were presented with so much more. They were faced with an entity that they believed was using the girl's mirror as a conduit.

Not knowing how to deal with a conduit AT ALL, they decided to remove the mirror and relocate it somewhere safe, away from people. However, being around the mirror during the ride home made everyone uneasy and disoriented. By the time they got to the house, everyone was speaking over each other and trying to move the mirror in several directions before it was sat down and stepped on, something they were unaware that I witnessed. At that moment, they all snapped forward into sharp lucidity, realizing that they had no idea whether or not they'd just made a horrible mistake. Shocked, everyone snapped to cleaning up the mess and disposing of it outside. They afterward reasoned to themselves that breaking the mirror forced the entity back to where it came from.

They never originally made the connection between that incident and my illness because it never occurred to them that malevolence could inhabit the safety of their home without them catching it first. I think there's a part of me that kept quiet about it for so long because I couldn't accept that it could happen to us either. These both could be reasons why my parents couldn't sense it, even when they were staring directly into that mirror every single day. Maybe it was because it just didn't want them.

After everything came to the surface, my parents exhausted pretty much every connection they had in the paranormal community. For weeks, they tried to cleanse and exorcise the mirror to no avail. The entity wouldn't interact other than to react to photos and mention of me. It became clear to them that conduits could not be cured and destroying the conduit only gave the entity more power, but it could still be contained somewhere safe. Madge advised my parents to allow me to witness them removing the mirror to show the entity that it had lost. She took ownership so she could properly relocate it.

Currently, I'm the only person in my family that is not a paranormal investigator. I love my parents and I've still never been embarrassed about what they do, but I couldn't handle facing something that could even pale in comparison to what I experienced within my bathroom mirror. There's another part of it though. Two years ago, Madge passed. Mom and I were in charge of dividing up her possessions between those who loved her and those who could care for the objects we'd assumed she'd taken on. However, she was not in possession of the mirror.

I never want to chance seeing that mirror again because there's a part of me that knows he doesn't think he lost when they removed the mirror, and I never want to give him an opportunity to prove himself the victor.

#mine #My Story

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itbethatwaysometime · 7 years

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Uncharted - Chapter 3

Warnings: Nothing in particular

Word Count: about 2.4k

A\N: Hey guys! I’m back with a new one :) This is definitely a filler chapter. The plot doesn’t really move forward, but there’s a lot of details and descriptions of your surroundings. I really want you guys to have an image in your head, since i am quite visual. I am currently working on a few things so stay tuned !

Part One

https://myfandomsbeatcancersass.tumblr.com/post/164836616473/uncharted-chapter-1

Part Two

https://myfandomsbeatcancersass.tumblr.com/post/164981543348/uncharted-part-2

The floor was made out of grey tiles that glinted in the iridescent moonlight, the walls were white and gorgeous light fixtures were emanating a soft glow. You entered a wide hallway that opened up to a kitchen and a living room to the side. The kitchen itself left you speechless. The counters were dark grey granite with cabinets a sleek cold light grey colour. Appliances lined the far wall with beautiful ovens and stoves, a built-in microwave and a fridge that could store enough food for a restaurant. There was an island with a sink and a dishwasher, a wine cellar, a mini-fridge and so many drawers with what you could only guess was every single culinary gadget on the face of the planet. Bar stools lined the exterior side of the island and a modern french mahogany dining table stood to the left. You felt like a kid on Christmas day. You turned to your right and found the living room. An enormous L shaped couch that probably costed a fortune was placed in front of a giant flat screen TV with an over the top sound system that was placed strategically around the room to have a certain in-theatre feel. “This is absolutely crazy.” you huff to yourself. This entire apartment screams rich, but that’s one of the things you get when you live with a genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist. You make your way out of the living room and into the bedro— Holy shit THis iS nOt a bedROOM. This ‘bedroom’ is twice the size of your old apartment. The window at the far end of the room was ceiling height and lined the entire wall. The bed was a king sized with crisp white expensive silk and a mountain of well placed pillows. A fireplace was placed off to the side lighting up the room in a warm glow. It looked thoroughly inviting but you weren’t done exploring the premises. To the far end of the bedroom there was a beautiful glass desk with a chrome chair. On the desk there was a Macbook and an Ipad. Was he nuts? You had just moved in and your net worth just went up a couple thousand dollars. There’s a door about ten feet to the left of the bed, one that you could only assume was the closet. You opened it and it was just… wow. It wasn’t just the grandness of it all, it was the sheer elegance of it. It was a long corridor with cabinets and closets lining each side. The materiel was a warm toned brown that was sleek. Each storage compartment seemed to have it’s own purpose. I don’t even have enough clothes to fill one of these! The closet opened to the bathroom and that really just blew your mind. The floor was an immaculate white. Straight in front of you was a bath large enough for more than one person. (A/N: obvious foreshadowing for something in the future) You turned to your left and there was a counter that reached from wall to wall. Large mirror panels were placed right over the sink that had a faucet made out of a circular piece of glass and a lever to turn it on and off. On the counter was numerous beauty products that were probably way too expensive, cotton pads, q-tips etc. The shower to the right was a cubicle made purely out of glass and the hose was a spotless chrome stainless steel with beige tiles that lined the floor. This really was over the top. You walk back to the kitchen, dropping your bag next to your bed, you’ll get back to that later. Ah, yes, the kitchen. Probably your favourite part in every house. You could make things, bake things, cook things. You opened the enormous fridge and see it empty except for a couple of water bottles and sodas. You’ll have to go to the grocery store. Again. The last time you got a bit interrupted. Miss (y/n), may I suggest I order some groceries for you. I can have them delivered in an hour, F.R.I.D.A.Y says. You jump at the sudden intrusion, almost hitting your head on the shelf. “Um, yes, thank you?” you respond, not sure how long it’ll take to get used to speaking to nothing. She was an artificial intelligence, but it still was very… different. You started listing items that you’d like to have in your fridge and pantry. It took you a good half hour seeing as you have ten times more storage than you had before. And then, you realized something, how the hell are you supposed to pay for all of this. You walk over to your jacket and pull out your wallet. You see the pathetic couple of five dollar bills and coins, including a credit card you didn’t dare use unless an emergency was to occur. No one wanted debts. You sigh. Miss (y/n), Tony left a message for you, he says,: “Hey kiddo, I bet right now you’re thinking about the whole money thing. Haven’t you noticed who you’re staying with baby cakes? I’m Tony Stark, go crazy, I don’t mind. Have fun, kid.” “F.R.I.D.A.Y, could you help me get to Tony’s lab?” You asked ‘the air’, this is so weird. Of course, Miss (y/n), follow the illuminated arrows on the floor, they will lead you to his lab. I am afraid Tony might be a little busy, so give him some time, she responds. Alrighty, then. You walk out of your apartment, taking your phone and your keycard. (a freaking keycard). Soft white lights shaped in arrows start showing up on the floors, you follow them and find yourself in front of the elevator once again. You slide in wondering what to do now. The number 62 illuminates and the contraptions started moving up. I’m glad I didn’t have to guess that, imagine if you ended up on Clint’s floor, or Sam’s? You pinch your nose imagining the embarrassment. Before you know it, a familiar mechanical ding echoes in the metal box. You exit, following the arrows until they just disappear. You look around, black tiles following the expanse of the room. You see a large staircase surrounded by glass fixtures. You walk towards it and open the surprisingly light glass door. You walked up the beige granite stairs holding onto the metal rail, the walls were surrounded by beautiful paintings that you mentally reminded yourself to ask about later. Once you hit the top, you walked through two glass sliding doors to be greeted with quite a sight. Four large and long tables surrounded one main square table. The entire lab was littered with metal contraptions, advanced machines, a considerable amount of blueprints and a metal arm that seemed to be moving at it’s own free will. To your right, there was another lab, from the outside, looked pristine clean. Inside there was Bruce who looked extremely concentrated on whatever formula he was inspecting under the microscope. You turned your attention back towards Tony who was… well, gently put, a mess. Streaks of grease were on his face, his arms and his clothes. He was wearing a dark grey tank top with a pair of comfortable looking pants. Sweat dripped off his forehead and his neck was glistening. “Dum-E, I swear to God, if you break the blender again I’m going to sell you to the local science fair.” he says pointing at the mechanic arm that was just quietly waving around. He looks up. “Oh, hey kid, what’s got you up at this hour?” Obviously surprised to see you here. You can tell he’s starting to treat you more as a daughter, but you didn’t mind. You never really had a father figure in your life. Your biological dad died when you were really young, you loved him with everything you had.. (Also, note the fact that it’s not even midnight yet and he’s acting as if you had a curfew on your first day here) “Uh, ya. F.R.I.D.A.Y suggested that I fill up my pantry, and I saw the total,” He looks at you with his arms crossed,” and I know you left me a message, but I just wanted to make sure it was ok? Since I am new and stuff, I didn’t want to look like I was taking advantage of you, or the Avengers in general…” you trail off and reddening realizing that you were rambling. Great, you’ve made a fool of yourself. “(Y/n), come sit here for a second.” He pats a small chair beside him. You hesitantly pace your way behind the desks and onto the chair he pulled up. You were now surrounded by incredibly advanced equipment and you were scared to move because you didn’t want to knock anything over. “It’s ok, you can take a look.” he says kindly from behind you. You turn your head around, with your brows furrowed. Is he serious? “Ya, go ahead.” Tony’s POV God, her brows were scrunched up in the most adorable way. He honestly couldn't believe the words that were coming out of his mouth. He’d never, ever let anyone in his lab, unless it was Bruce or Pepper, or there was some incredible rare, unfortunate, life-threatening situation. Then, he would maybe let them in. This was his private play-ground, he knew what the majority of these things did, well, he knew enough, sometimes things don’t always tend to go as planned. His gaze turns towards (y/n) once again. Her wide (e/c) eyes roaming over every inch of the tables, her hands itching to touch something, but remaining firmly by her sides. He could see the curiosity ooze out of her, finally, someone who understands. (Except for Bruce) Someone who understands the burning need to know more, see more and learn more. Her gaze hungrily eating up all this new information, it’s quite amazing to watch. “F.R.I.D.A.Y, would you kindly Vac U Form a digital wire frame, I want her to have a manipulatable projection.” He told the AI. She tears her gaze from the arc reactor prototype and turns to him. A blue light scans over all five tables and lifts up into the air, showing an exact replica of everything that was on display. “Woah” She gasps, that was cute too. “Can I?” She asks pointing at the floating blueprint. He nods his consent. She waves her hand around and makes it turn, pinches her fingers together to minimize it and flings her arms wide open to zoom in. She starts giggling, like actually giggling, like a schoolgirl in kindergarten who just sold girl scout cookies for the first time. “This is SO cool.” She zooms into one thing in particular, the new arc reactor prototype. “Is that the thing in your chest?” she asks bluntly. She pauses, and then covers her mouth realizing how blunt she was. “Oh my, I’m sorry Mr.Stark, I didn’t mean to say it like that, I read about it in the papers and I may or may not have hacked into your mainframe and found some plans. Wait- I’m not supposed to tell you that.” She stares at him with wide eyes. He just starts laughing, an honest chortle rumbles his chest. God, it’s been a long time since he's laughed like that. “God, that’s funny, and cute. Hahahaha, I can’t believe this,” he keeps laughing, he’s not sure if she’s terrified, but she certainly looks like it. “HEY, BRuce! She hacked into F.R.I.D.A.Y and she doesn’t speak to me like I’m a ticking time bomb, I think she’s a keeper.” He shouts towards the other side of the lab. Bruce just looks at him unimpressed, but with a small smile on his face. “Ok, first of all, stop calling Mr. Stark, that was my dad. Call me Tony,” she nods furiously,” and second of all, do you see all of this?,” he opens his arms wide, “this costs more money then you can imagine, so what I’m trying to say is, go crazy. I don’t care. Spend a thousand dollars on food, go ahead.”. And.. Wait a minute. How did you hack into F.R.I.D.A.Y?” Your POV I mean at this point you could start crying. You were never rich, you’ve been poor before, you know what it feels like to be hungry, thus your appreciation for cooking. “Thank you.” Was all you said. He smiles sweetly at you and pulls you into a hug. At first you aren’t sure what to do, but slowly you relax into his embrace. He pushes you away and holds you in front of him at arms length, starring at your shirt. “So you like AC/DC and Black Sabbath?” An infectious grin spreads across his face as you nod vigorously. You ask F.R.I.D.A.Y to go through with your grocery list. For the next two hours, all you do is listen to music, occasionally go full on karaoke, have Tony discover your singing ‘talent’, (as he likes to call it) and discuss some science stuff. He kindly walks you back to your apartment at around one in the morning and apologizes for keeping you up. How sweet of him? You never thought he could be so nice, most rumours involving him depict him as a rude, arrogant and incredibly egotistical person. Maybe he was, just not with you. The groceries were neatly organized in your kitchen, by who? It didn’t matter, you were too tired to care. You fell swiftly onto the crazy soft bed and succumbed to sleep like candles being blown out on a birthday cake.

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