#careful while you’re drinking slurpees

[blackdollette]

I want Clyde walking up behind you at a crowded show and fingerbanging you while no one notices. I want that spur of the moment, he's not sure where you're putting his hand but when you look back at him and rest your head on his shoulder, he goes for it.

you are a damn genius.

"i was at coachella, leaning on your shoulder." | clyde

coachella: woodstock in my mind. - lana del rey

✮⋆˙ [tags] @faesucksass @lustkillers @mayathepsychic1999@josibunn @livingdead-materialgirl @romanroyapoligist@auggiethecreator @oliviah-25 @vanlisbon @lankysimp @livingdead-reilly@imoonkiss @lankysimp @nom-nommmm1 @xxbl00d-cl0txx @k1ll3rh0rr0r @wildathevrt @mommymilkers0526

female!reader x clyde

word count: 1.4k

contents: fluffy stuff, clyde being sweet (as usual), fingering, public sex, clyde being a whore

you stood amidst a heavy crowd, the booming of the bass nearly being strong enough to send you to the ground. the night sky was illuminated by the bright, flashy lights, almost making it look like day.

you looked through the crowd, looking for that one familiar face that had left you for the washroom a few minutes ago. but it was impossible to see anything in this mob. you attempted jumping to catch a glimpse of the performers on stage, but you were suddenly swooped off of your feet by a pair of strong hands, effortlessly placed on his broad shoulders as you yelped.

you looked down, seeing his grinning face as he laughed at your predictable reaction. “sorry, doll. did i scare ya?” you rolled your eyes, your skirt lifting a little as you wrapped your legs around his neck to strangle him. “you could’ve given me a heart attack, dumbass. i thought i was getting kidnapped.” he snorted out a laugh, lifting you up again and setting you back on the ground.

he holds out a cherry-red slurpee to you, taking a loud sip from his blue-raspberry one. “i found a slurpee stand on my way to the bathroom and got you one. you’re welcome.” you accepted it, scrunching your nose a little. “you didn’t take this into the bathroom with you, right?” he scoffed, running a hand through his hair. “what do you take me for, a slob?” you both laughed at the obvious question.

you took a sip of your drink, the crushed ice hitting your teeth and making you wince. clyde’s attention had shifted to the stage, the crowd beginning to get rowdier as the music crescendoed. people bumped and thrashed into you, making you lose your balance. you slipped backwards into clyde’s chest, him luckily able to catch you by your waist.

“shit!” looking down at your skirt, you saw a very conspicuous and unappealing red stain, your slurpee being the culprit of this crime.

“jesus. you okay?” he asked. you pouted, lifting up the skirt’s fabric slightly to examine the mark. you showed it to him, frowning. “my skirt’s ruined. i wore it just for you but now it looks like my period came to say hello.” he laughed at your comment, gettiing down onto his knees and pulling a wet wipe out of his flannel pocket like it was nothing. he was weird like that, always having exactly what you needed in that dusty little pocket of his.

“nothing a little care can’t fix.” he gently dabbed at the stain, transferring the red juice to the wipe in a matter of seconds. he looked up at you, his almost doe, blue eyes staring up at you. from this angle, he looked like prince charming. cleaning up your messes just like a good boyfriend should. you patted him on the head, making his cheeks flush a little. “good boy.”

he stood up, bowing playfully. “anything for you, princess.” goddamnit. why did he always have to be so charming? as messy as life got with him sometimes, he was the perfect mix between witty and seductive, the alluring combination causing heat to pool in your core every time. even now.

you swallowed hard as you turned away from him a little, looking down at your skirt. he had been so close to your exposed thighs just now, his warm breath on them feeling like heaven. and you saw exactly when he snuck a quick glimpse up your skirt, his blue irises being telltales for when his pupils swallowed them whole. but at least he tried to be sneaky about it, even though he failed miserably.

you called out to him, trying to catch his attention over the roaring music. “hey clyde, i think you missed a spot!” he brought himself down to your level, bringing his ear to your lips so he could hear you better. “what?” you rolled your eyes, not feeling like dealing with his poor hearing at the moment. you stood infront of him, pressing your body into his and bringing his hand down to your thighs, his fingers just teasing the rim of your shirt.

your breath got a little heavy as you slowly brought his hand underneath your skirt, his fingers now touching the lacy fabric of your panties. clyde seemed confused for a moment, but he’d learned how to read your little gestures and quickly got the message. he gently grazed his fingers over your clothed clit, which throbbed in response to his touch.

he snickered a little, sneaking his fingers underneath the fabric and slipping your panties to the side just enough to let a few drops of wetness trickle down your thighs. you whimpered quietly, but he didn’t stop. he used his thumb to massage slow circles onto your hard pearl, his index and middle finger teasing your dripping wet lips.

you moaned quietly, gripped onto his arm to hide your embarrassed face. but to your luck, everyone around you was completely oblivious to what was going on. then he slowly pushed his fingers into your tight hole, making your knees go weak. you nearly collapsed, but he caught you, whispering into your ear and making every hair on your body stand up. “easy there, princess. i’m just gonna have a little fun with my favourite girl…” 

he carefully thrusted his fingers in and out of you, using his other hand to cover you mouth as sweet little noises slipped from it. he began to pick up his speed, starting to fingerfuck you rapidly as your warm juices dripped down his fingers.

though the music was loud, you could hear how wet you were. and you knew he could too. “oh my god… are you always this wet, or are you just a slut for risky shit like this?” he laughed, but you were falling apart inside. his fingers tore through your bruised walls, his palm slapping against your base each time he pushed himself back into you.

your knees were practically jelly by now. you were holding onto him for dear life, your head leaning back onto his shoulder as his thumb massaged hypnotic patterns onto your pussy. he curled his fingers a little as he fucked you, making you scream out uncontrollably. you had drawn the attention of a few, but no suspicion. 

god, he was good. his methods were so effortless, yet mastered. like he had been practicing them for a moment like this but didn’t care enough to actually find out if he was doing the right thing. he just went for it, and that’s exactly how he got your legs shaking, back arching as his hands muffled all the sinful noises that came out of you.

“m’gonna c-cum, clyde..!” he didn’t understand a single word you said, but he got the message and fingered you with all his strength, veins popping out of his hand and arm from his aggression. but he did all this with a straight face, just watching the show like every other citizen. 

you were a screaming, crying mess. your pussy throbbed and convulsed around his, desperately chasing the orgasm that he was delivering you. cum poured from your core all the way to the ground, leaving a white puddle underneath you. your heart raced as your body heated up in that moment of pure bliss, you and him being the only people in the world right now.

you felt a waterfall flowing out of you, and that did it. you clung to him, you body sinking to the ground as you came and squirted all over his fingers. he released you from his death grip, leaving you to regain your balance as you came down from your orgasm.

it had been more powerful than you’d expected, probably thanks to the thrill of doing it in a setting like this. you slipped your sodden panties back into place, stepping away from the puddle underneath you before looking up at him. he was licking his fingers like he just finished the best meal of his life, which was you.

he caught your gaze, his expression turning sour. “goddamnit. my rings are gonna rust from that.” you snorted out a laugh. “should’ve taken them off beforehand.” you picked up your slurpee from the ground, taking a long sip as he gave you a playful slap on the chest. “like i knew that you’d get horny in the middle of a show.” you both laughed at that, clyde bringing his lips to yours and giving you a deep kiss. you were able to taste to blue raspberry off of his lips, and you were certain that he could taste the cherry off of yours.

author's note: ii've got another clyde request coming out tonight. stay tuned yall!

[munsster]

Just imagine Steve freaking out when you have your first baby but by the sixth he’s totally prepared and chilled because you guys have been through it so many times lol.

domestic!steve and his little family (3)

A/N: he totally would go from gelled hair, full suit and tie to like war vet wearing glasses and drinking a slurpee in sweats

Warnings: references to childbirth/labor!, hospital, panicked steve, dad!steve, fluff, afab!reader implied, cursing, pet names (sunshine)

part one part two part three part four

steve’s character development surrounding your labor 😭 pls

and the first time he’s totally helicopter mom-ing it

bringing two duffel bags full of literally anything and everything that you might need

(most of it is really for him though)

steve “ohgodpohffuckohmyggodwhat if i mmiss it” harrington vs. steve “ay, babe, im runnin’ to the store, what kinda M&M’s d’you want?” harrington

oh god that first time he’s so lost

i mean he had 9 months to prepare and now he’s floundering???

he works up a sweat before you can even say your water broke

both of you being so diligent the first time: playing music for your bump, going to lamaze classes, being really good about the pregnancy diet

oh man, that poor sixth baby…….

not that you two are any less caring about it, but you are hella tired and they can’t expect you to avoid caffeine the whole time😭😭

now as far as preparedness goes, MAN has there been a vast improvement

the first time, he did not know what to do once you had your first contraction

he SPED to the hospital only for them to be like “uhhh just wait here” and you’re there for two hours when you could’ve been home i-

he was so scared the first time too

you were ANNIHILATING his right hand tho

probly broke a couple of his fingers, but thats okay, he’ll forgive you

him being that dad with a video camera

oh he was so obsessed the first time

bringing you ice chips so so often

asking if you needed anything constantly

helping you breathe through the hard parts

moving your hair out of your face 🥺

telling you how good you’re doing

you being an absolute menace—seriously, full on excorist—but he understands because… well, childbirth!

and once that sucker pops out, he’s so excited and you look so so beautiful holding the baby

and the first time dad really kicks in

he is SO nervous while you’re just sitting with the baby

then the nurse comes to put him in the nursery

and you immediately go “are you okay, stevie? i can see you brooding over there” “‘m not brooding, i’m just—” “nervous?” “yeah” “me too”

and he looks at you so lovingly and kisses your forehead and goes “we got this”

🥺🥺 he is just a sweetheart

then along came the twins—a whole different ordeal—and then babygirl and her brother

and then the sixth

you got your first contraction at like 5 am

yikes

and evvvvvverybody woke up

whole house was absolutely bumping

all the little ones were SO excited and you were like

holy fukcing shit im never doing this again

and steve really groggily phoned the sitter and apologized for the wakeup call

but she was sweet about it and watched the kids while you two hobbled into the car and drove off

oh and all the babes were like “good luck!!!” “see you soon” “miss youuuououoou” and waving and chasing the car down the street as far as they could 🥺🥺🥺

this time steve brought nothing

no duffel bag

he’ll drive home if he needs to

he’s learned enough to know that he doesn’t know anything

what never changes is that he’s always holding your hand if he can

like he’ll just reach for you and let you crush his hand during a particularly brutal contraction

honestly, his gentleness never fades

he’s just a lot more tired now

and wearing his pajamas & slippers

and he forgot to shave

but no matter, you are in your hospital gown looking gracefully sweaty when he waltzes into the room eating a bag of potato chips

and you glare at him

“want some?” “there is a baby coming out of me” “understood”

and he’s perched on the same chair in the same room with his chip bag tossed aside

“y’look just as beautiful as you did the first time” “please murder me, steven” “i could never” “if you don’t, this baby will” “nah, i believe in you, sunshine, you got this”

bonus: dustin bringing balloons and flowers and toys like the good uncle he is

and he definitely gives steve the same pep talk each time about how great of a father he’s been/going to be

aww dustin 🥺😌

he really loves being a part of your guys’ little family

and once it’s over, steve’s hovering over your shoulder and watching the baby with a little smile

and once the nurse takes the baby

he gets in the bed with you

“d’you think they’ll let us sleep here?” and he has his arms around you, very quickly losing consciousness

“god i hope so” and you slump into him right as he starts snoring

the babies are SO EXCITED when you finally bring the sixth home

they’re all like “woahhh” and so eager to touch the baby but they don’t

one of the grouches being like “SEND IT BACK” and steve laughing his ass off before scolding him a little

and babygirl being all like “she’s so little….. i LOVE her!!!!!”

ughhh, you know you both promised to stop after this one but

i mean, come on

masterlist

[annisa--adler]

Take a sip and breathe for me, will ya'? She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, trying to ground herself, just like her therapist always told her to do. Jesus, her therapist--she hadn't been able to tell her therapist about any of this shit. She'd been vague and had been beating around the bush for months because what exactly was her therapist supposed to fucking say? What would she say when Annisa blurted out 'Some evil robot clone that looked just like me tried to kill me and now someone's taunting me over it.' She'd get sent right back to the hospital all over again and that wouldn't help anybody. So instead, she'd been keeping it inside--and until just a few weeks ago, the only two people that knew about it at all were Leo, who had been there with her, and Cy, whom she'd told in an anxious confession while waiting together in the doctor's office. It wasn't until the other week when all of the Adler siblings had gathered in Ava's tiny apartment, all gawking at the headless clone in a pool of blood, that it all came to light. It was only then that she had to recount to her wide-eyed siblings the encounter with herself and that freaky ass clone. She could still hear the sound of it gnashing its teeth at her, trying to claw her eyes out as she helplessly writhed around on the floor until Leo had knocked it out.

I don’t know how you sleep at night after all that, and I can’t fathom how you’ve managed to hold it together as much as you have. But that means there’s a strength in you that you don’t even see. God, she'd missed Adonis. He always had the kindest words and a softness that Nisa really needed to hear sometimes. She'd missed him when he'd been locked up and she'd gone to see him as often as she could--but she wasn't able to tell him about all of this, not when he was behind bars, not when she knew it would just drive him crazy. And even though his words were reassuring and loving, she still felt like a fucking basket case. She shook her head and said "But that's just it, I'm not holding it together--clearly. I mean, I haven't done that since..." She trailed off, not sure how to say it. Looking at her brother, she said "That used to happen a lot when I was sick... But it doesn't happen anymore--or at least, I thought it didn't." Honestly, it was unfair. She was eating now so why was she still experiencing symptoms as if she wasn't? Wasn't her fucking early-onset osteoporosis enough? Sure, she was feeling a little sorry for herself but it all felt fucking unfair. Then again, she could almost hear Cy's voice in the back of her mind: Life isn't fucking fair, dude. He was cynical but he was also right--besides, no one knew that life wasn't fair more than Cyrek did.

Think of it this way—every time you look in the mirror and face that fear, you’re giving that piece of shit a giant ‘fuck you.’ She nodded and quietly took another sip of her drink before speaking again. "But Donnie... Somebody knows. I mean... Someone delivered the head to Leo and the body to Ava." God, Ava must've been so fucking terrified to find that shit. "Somebody knows that Leo and I tried to get rid of it. And I don't know what it means, I don't know what they want, but... I'm scared. And that was just one but who's to say there's not another fucking clone out there?" Perhaps her biggest fear was that it was hiding in her closet, like some fucked up shitty scary movie. What if it was just lying in wait, waiting for her to go to sleep so it could finish the job that it's prior clone had started? Thinking about that, it felt insane, like some crazy impossibility, but... It was possible, was it not?

She saw him tilt the bag of Takis her way, a silent offering, but she couldn't think about that right now. Besides, the Slurpee would take care of her low blood sugar, right? Besides, her refusal wouldn't remind him of old times, of the bad times--right? She hated to think of how much her sickness had hurt him, had hurt all of her siblings--she remembered that screaming match with Cy like it was yesterday. He had just caught her purging in the middle of Easter dinner, a new low for her. He'd accused her of not taking her recovery seriously, which she wasn't, and more importantly, he accused her of lying to him, which she had. They screamed at each other in the kitchen while everyone else sat in the dining room listening to them and Annisa could only imagine how fucking uncomfortable and awkward that had been for everyone at the table. She'd ruined a perfectly good holiday again. Gingerly, she took a Taki out of the bag and munched on it, the spiciness sizzling on her tongue. She tried to ignore the thoughts that seemed to be growing louder and louder in the back of her mind. At least the spice is like a punishment--shut up!

You don’t have to worry about becoming one of those things. I won’t let it happen. pinky promise. She gave him a sad, yet grateful smile and intertwined her pinky with his, just like they had so many times before as little kids. In that moment, she wanted to apologize--apologize for all the trouble she'd ever caused him and the rest of their family. But she held back. It wouldn't help anything, not really. It'd just make him feel bad. So instead, in a soft voice, she said "Thanks, Donnie..."

he missed his sisters—every single one of them. to say he worried about them while he was locked away would be an understatement so severe it bordered on absurdity, especially with cyrek’s life spinning out of control under the weight of his new family responsibilities and gang members. each time adonis allowed his thoughts to wander, a crushing wave of guilt would sweep over him, flooding the back of his eyelids with the harsh realization that, in their time of need, he had been utterly absent. they needed him—and where was he? in a prison of his own making, compounding their burdens with his reckless choices. if only he hadn’t been caught. but regret had its place, and right now, he needed to focus on what could still be done. he had to be the brother they deserved, not the disappointment he'd been.

he clung tightly to annisa, his arms wrapped around her as though the force of his embrace alone might somehow anchor her, ground her, or offer her the stability she so desperately needed. her unraveling tore at him, tugging at the very core of his soul, where his heartstrings no longer beat in rhythm but instead resonated with the dissonant clang of war drums—a cacophony of desperation and fury ready to lash out at anything that dared to harm her. he wanted to tear the world apart for her, to wage a battle against the faceless enemies that haunted her, but that kind of violent instinct wasn’t what she needed right now. no, he had to be more than just brute strength. he had to think, to help her find her footing, to guide her back to herself.

breathe, donn. focus. this wasn’t the time for machismo, for playing the hero in a war only he could see. he needed to help her, to truly help her. what were those grounding techniques again? five things for five senses? he mentally scrambled for something, anything, to pull her out of the spiral.

when he finally returned to her, it wasn’t with words or grand gestures, but with a massive 7-11 slurpee, a monument to childhood comfort. the plastic dome encased a swirling, purple haze of cherry and blue raspberry, a sugary snowstorm that called to mind memories of simpler times, of home. he set it in front of her with a quiet confidence, knowing that sometimes the smallest acts of care could mean the most. “i got you both flavors. take a sip and breathe for me, will ya?”

a soft, sad smile tugged at his lips as he slowly tore open a bag of blue takis, the crinkle of plastic oddly soothing in the quiet. he knew she might not eat, knew how deep her turmoil ran, but still, he offered. maybe the crunch of something familiar could break through the chaos. “you ever think you’re reacting exactly as anyone would after witnessing themselves... well, you know... attack you and die?” his voice was gentle, but firm, a hand reaching out in the dark to offer some semblance of validation. “i mean, it’s fucked up. i’d be traumatized, too. anyone would be-hell, probably even more scared than you are right now.” his eyes flickered with the weight of his own unspoken fears, though he kept them at bay, for her sake. “i don’t know how you sleep at night after all that, and i can’t fathom how you’ve managed to hold it together as much as you have. but that means there’s a strength in you that you don’t even see.”

she had always been stronger than she believed. reminding her of that truth had always been his struggle. he tilted his head, his voice softening as he tried to reach the part of her that still fought. “think of it this way—every time you look in the mirror and face that fear, you’re giving that piece of shit a giant ‘fuck you.’”

he took a couple of bites from the bag of chips, licking the blue dust from his thumb, before setting the bag down in front of her—a silent invitation for her to join him in something so simple, so human. even in these dark moments, he wanted her to feel normal, to have something to hold on to.

“i promise you,” he said, his voice dropping to something earnest and unbreakable. “you don’t have to worry about becoming one of those things. i won’t let it happen. pinky promise.” and, just like when they were children, he extended his pinky toward her, the simple, sacred gesture of their shared past. his eyes softened, full of an unspoken promise that no matter what, he would be there for her, now and always. he would not fail her again.

[jalapenobee]

Please please please Klance going on a midnight date to a gas station because they can't sleep and shenanigans happen

- Squishy

Since you asked so very nicely

Lady Farna

It was dark when Lance woke up. Dark and soft and quiet, aside from the exceptions of voices downstairs and the soft stream of moonlight through the closed blinds. He lay there for a minute, shifting in his blankets when he finally decided to get up and find something to do. Everyone knows that the best opportunities come at 11 o’clock at night.

Sitting on the edge of his bed, Lance fumbled with his blanket to wrap it around himself. He then shuffled to the door and opened it, recognizing the voices as Rachel and Joey from Friends. Someone must be watching TV. Probably Keith. Or one of the Holts, if they snuck in again. Last time was not a fun experience.

Bottom of the stairs now, Lance peeked around the corner to see who was on the couch.

Keith. Figured.

Said boyfriend looked away from the TV, locking eyes with a blanket-wrapped Lance who started making his way over to the couch. He schooched aside, patted the spot next to him, and Lance accepted it, curling into a small ball and snuggling up next to Keith.

“You’re stealing my blanket.”

“I’m cold.”

“I don’t really care right now.”

“I’m wounded. Look at that. My arm. In pieces. On the floor. Blood. Splattered everywhere.”

Lance laughed softly at Keith’s sarcastic antics while the episode of Friends ended and American Dad’s theme song started playing. The TV was turned off, and the two boys sat in dark silence, both wanting to save the quiet moment and say something at the same time.

Keith was the one to whisper first.

“You want me to take you around on the motorcycle? I’m kinda bored.”

Lance shifted a bit in his spot to sit up. “Sure. But can we take my car? It’s cold outside. And the heat would be useful.”

Placing a kiss on Lance’s forehead, Keith agreed and they unraveled themselves from the blanket to stand up and stretch. After putting on scarves and hats, they piled into the front seats of Lance’s blue Honda.

By now they were both awake, keeping up loud chatter and singing along with the radio. They didn’t get to do this often, both being busy with work and whatnot. They’ve learned to not ruin times like these, so they don’t.

Lance was distracted by the tall sign coming up. “Hey, you wanna get some snacks at Speedway? I need gas, and there’s a station ahead.”

Keith nodded, and Lance drove to the gas station and pulled in a spot. Giving Keith 20 dollars to buy snacks, they both stepped out of the car and headed towards their respective assignments. Lance to the pump, and Keith inside the store where there was heat. Lucky him.

Gas prices have gone up, by the way. Almost four dollars per gallon. That’s expensive. Not very nice to the wallets.

After the tank had been filled and money had been unnecessarily wasted, Lance opened the trunk and sat down, waiting for Keith. He came back with two small bags of lays chips and a cherry slurpee with two straws.

After getting settled, opening chip bags and taking alternating sips of the slurpee, things were quiet, aside from the chewing sounds and crickets. Every time the wind blew, the smell of gas would come with it. Not that either Keith or Lance cared. They kept their eyes on the stars-and each other, occasionally. Especially when Lance took an extra long sip of the slurpee on purpose.

“You’re gonna get a brain freeze.”

“You’re the one who bought it.”

Defeated, Keith flicked Lance’s forehead lightly. “May Lady Farna corrupt your head and make all your hot chocolate cold. That’ll be your punishment,” he muttered.

“Who’s Lady Farna?”

Keith took the slurpee from Lance’s hands. “Cold. Galrans called the cold Lady Farna, or farna scartenes. It translates roughly to firn serpent. And that’s kind of what she was. A shapeshifting being with two forms. There was a galran who wasn’t prepared. The serpent floated out of the air and wrapped around him, stripping his soul from its body. He was killed. Pneumonia.”

Keith looked to Lance, who had now huddled up closer into Keith, not because he was scared. “That’s how powerful Lady Farna is. Galrans have that extra fur, remember? With all the things we’ve seen, I wouldn’t doubt that’s true. That’s why you don’t drink slurpee so fast.”

“Fine, geez.” Lance took the drink from Keith and sipped from his straw. The latter watched with a dropped jaw and a how-could-you expression.

“You just took a ten second sip! After I told you a sacred galran myth! That’s betrayal!”

“I’m thirsty.”

Keith sighed. “Change the subject.”

Lance nodded, and the not-fear he had was replaced with a mellow excitement. He sat up properly, set the slurpee aside, and waved a chip in the air, much to Keith’s amusement. “Alright, so I have this Moana theory. Remember the chicken?”

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[denim-mixtapes]

Freeze Your Brain (Part 1 of 2) Pairing: Eddie Munson/Fem!Reader Word Count: 2K Tags: Heathers inspired AU, popular!reader but she's not happy about it, pet names instead of Y/N, mentions of alcohol but no actual consumption. Summary: You meet an unlikely friend in the aisles of 7-Eleven who buys you a drink and shows you a rush better than alcohol (or so he claims).

a/n: it doesn't really matter but since it is described a little, this is the outfit I based r's on okay thank u enjoy <3

[AO3] [Part 2 (coming soon)]

From the back seat of your friend’s car, you aren’t sure which is louder: the sound of Cyndi Lauper from the stereo or the voices of your friends building over one another, chattering about who they were hoping to run into at this party and whether or not Steve Harrington was officially on the market again after the big blow out on Halloween. 

Your group, comprised of queen bee Cynthia and her loyal subjects Dawn and Heather, couldn’t be more excited for this frat party Cynthia managed to score an invite to. You, however, are dreading it. 

These things have always made you uncomfortable. The drunken socializing and constant swatting of hands away from your ass (why did they always default to groping?), the dull attempt at small talk that preceded an even more pitiful drunken attempt at a kiss. You thought, at least, when you moved up to attending college parties the conversations might get a little bit more substantial (or at least entertaining), but to no such luck. Yeah, you dreaded it all, but going to these things came with the territory of being part of the in-crowd, which is…apparently something you care about. You have to if you want to make it to graduation unscathed, so you tend to just sit down, shut up, and let the queen tell you where to go and what to do and how to look while doing it. 

You’re anxiously picking at the hem of your flared denim skirt when the car comes to an abrupt, screeching halt. Not expecting to have arrived already, you look up in confusion, only to be partially blinded by the neon greeting of a 7-Eleven sign. Of course, how could you forget? Not only did you have to attend these things, but you had to provide the vultures with sustenance too. 

Turning in the driver’s seat, Cynthia raises her brows expectantly, glittery blue eyeshadow reflecting the light seeping into the window, and says, “we need a mixer for Heather’s vodka stash, something low calorie but sweet. OH! And Corn Nuts. It’s not a party without Corn Nuts.” 

“And I suppose it’s my turn to buy again?” You huff, barely holding back an eye roll. 

From the passenger seat, Dawn snickers and eyes you in the vanity mirror, “well you are the only one of us with a job, after all.” 

There’s no point in arguing, so you just give a curt nod and shove open the door with your shoulder, grumbling under your breath all the way to the door. You almost make it all the way in before there’s another ungodly screech from the open car window. 

“Make sure to get the BQ this time!” 

The only response she gets is a thumbs up thrust her way that turns into a bird the second the door closes and hides you from view. 

“Only one with a job my ass, Dawn,” you grumble as you browse the coolers. “Like my minimum wage cashier gig at the Gap is better than your daddy’s weekly allowance.” 

Circling back to the front, you grab a couple of bags of Cynthia’s chosen snack and tuck them under your arm, and then get distracted and pour yourself a Diet Coke from the fountain. You take your time browsing, sipping the drink in your hand and placing one foot in front of the other on the checkered tiles, effectively putting off your arrival at the party. Good news for you, abysmal for your friends in the car who are now laying on the horn. 

You’re glaring into the cooler and chewing on your straw when the horn sounds again. You scoff, and a dark chuckle from next to you makes you jump. 

Turning quickly towards the sound you find Eddie Munson, Slurpee in hand, his smirking lips tinted a faint blue from the flavored ice. He’s leaning against the cooler door, head cocked, looking down at you with amusement. Though you didn’t often talk, his reputation precedes him and you know exactly what to expect before he even speaks – sarcasm and a dry, annoying wit. A year ahead of you, or at least he should have been if he actually graduated last year like he was supposed to, Eddie Munson is the exact opposite of the crowd you’re used to, lurking in the shadows and hanging out with the DnD club rather than on the sidelines with your pom-pom wielding peers. However this close up, he looks harmless, charming even when his smirk persists but his eyes soften. 

“Trouble in paradise?” He asks, a smooth, teasing lilt to his voice. 

You huff in response, yanking a bottle of diet limeade off the shelf a little too harshly. “That suggests that there’s never not trouble.” The cooler door slams shut, a burst of chilled air sending the boy’s wild curls fluttering around his face. “...but no more than usual, if that’s what you’re asking.” 

He hums, a thoughtful little sound in the back of his throat, and pushes away from the coolers, falling into a swaggering step beside you. One hand stuffed in the pocket of his leather jacket, he offers the slurpee up to you with the other and gives it a little shake. “Nothing a little processed sugar can’t help, I’m sure.” 

“Please,” you snort, pushing his hand away. “I know you’ve got something stronger than that.” Your cheeks heat at the boldness in your voice, unsure of what made you even say it, but judging by the quiet sound of surprise, you’ve caught him off guard too, so you’ll take that as a win. 

He cuts you off when you pass the fountain machines again and hops up onto the counter like he owns the place, settling into his makeshift seat with a content sigh and reaching behind his head to pull another cup from the dispenser. 

“Did you say Cherry or Blue Raspberry?” 

Sizing him up with a stare, you push, “I didn’t.” 

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he urges, the pet name sounding sweet and sour and playful on his lips. He leans over and fills the cup with bright red slush anyway, despite your protest. “Never underestimate the rush of a good brain freeze. Try it.” 

Though you glare the whole time, you do end up unloading your arms and take the drink from his hands. Leaning your hip on the counter beside his softly kicking legs, you take a long pull from the cherry flavored ice. You roll your eyes at the intent stare he fixes you with as you drink and swallow with a loud, dramatic, “ahh!” 

“I dunno, Munson,” you sigh, “I think I’d still prefer it with a little nip.” 

“Yeah well,” he takes a long drink of his own, much longer than yours, and squints against the oncoming headache. “You gotta try a little harder. Little sips aren’t gonna do it for you.” From outside, there’s another long, loud blow on the car horn that has you squeezing your eyes shut in dread. Eddie nudges you with his knee, “give it another go. A real one, this time. If you still insist it doesn’t do anything for you, I’ll send you on your way to wherever the Diet-Cokeheads are dragging you and we’ll never speak of it again, but is that really how you want to spend your Saturday night?” 

You know he’s got you pegged. This party really is the last thing you want to be doing tonight, but your so-called-friend honking outside demands it, and if you don’t want to suffer the wrath of a high school clique scorned, you should probably just comply. Through the window of the shop you can see a very angry Cynthia shoving Dawn out of the car, shouting and pointing at you, though you can’t hear what she’s saying through the glass. 

That settles it. 

Tempting your fate, you pull the straw back to your lips, smirking around it at the boy in front of you and taking another drink. Longer, faster, taking in much more ice than your first attempt. You feel silly, stupid, a little like the sugar is going to make you throw up but even worse, the cold is electrifying. Your throat burns with it, feeling the chill all the way down your chest and into your stomach, the brief pain shooting up your spine and into your brain. When the ache settles in, you shut your eyes tight and wrinkle your nose, instinctually reaching for whatever is in front of you and squeezing. Whatever is in front of you just happens to be a denim-covered knee. 

The ring of the bell above the door mixes with Eddie's triumphant laughter and the sound of both has your hand retreating so quickly you’d think his touch burned you, despite the goosebumps still prickling your skin. Your heart pounds, head still throbbing at the dull freeze, you scoop your purchases back into your arms and turn on your heel as Dawn approaches. 

“Hey,” she sneers, “Cyn wants your ass back to the car, pronto. She says the Kappas won’t wait around all night.” She and Eddie are both hot on your heels as you approach the counter and she definitely takes notice. “What’s with the freak?” 

Eddie snorts, backing off a step or two. “You don’t own the corner store, princess,” he leers, “can’t a guy just get a drink in peace?” 

“Not when I see you scamming on my friend in the process. Was he bothering you, babe?”

You’re listening to them bicker as you count out your money, the leftover cherry flavor in your mouth turning bitter as you realize how little you’ll be left with after this snack run, but that comment was enough to bring you into the conversation. 

“Chill out, Dawn,” you sigh, “he was just making small talk. It’s nothing.” 

“Sure,” she pops her gum in punctuation, brows raised in concern, but she couldn’t care less when the horn sounds again and sends her scrambling back to the car with a clipped shout of, “just hurry!” 

When the door closes behind her and the cashier hands over your receipt, you hang your head in defeat. 

The soft mutter of, “guess you’d better get going then,” is a lot closer behind you than you expect and it makes you jump. Eddie snickers again, rubber toe of his boot kicking lightly at your heel, and when you turn he plucks at one of your suspenders teasingly. It snaps back into place against your white tee shirt with a sharp sting, and you can feel your skin warming even more.

Your pulse races with indecision, eyes flicking between the car outside and the boy in front of you. He lifts his chin in question, holding out your forgotten slurpee with a grin full of mischief. 

It’s with a weak groan and a moment of mourning for your social life that you stomp out to Cynthia’s car, open the passenger door and dump the bags of snacks into Dawn’s lap. She scoffs in protest, but it’s Cynthia who speaks up. 

“What’s your damage?” She ducks lower to meet your hard stare. “Get in the damn car we have to go.” 

“Go without me. I’m suddenly not feeling well.” 

“Oh, boo,” Cynthia whines with no actual sympathy in her voice, bringing one hand off the steering wheel to mimic wiping away her crocodile tears. You swear she mutters something else as Dawn slams her door shut and they peel away, but you can’t be bothered to decipher what it is. 

You can feel Eddie’s warmth behind you before he actually makes his presence known. 

“About that ‘something stronger’ you wanted,” He starts, passing the paper cup over your shoulder again. You turn to peer up at him and he nods over to the busted up van he’s known for. “Need a ride?” 

[lovetorn]

babysitter [roommate!dream au]

Roommate!Dream x Fem!Reader

summary: you babysit tommy. do i need to explain?

warnings: swearing

w/c: 1.4k+

a/n: thank u 🧋 anon, u are amazing. i hope i did justice for ur amazing idea hahaha 😫hope u guys enjoy!

roommate!dream masterlist

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“Please, Y/n! It’ll only be for a few hours, just while I do my exam, and then I’ll be back. That’s all! I promise, please.”

You’d never heard Wilbur beg like this before. It is kinda funny. You stand with a smirk as you watch him, your arms crossed over your chest. Yes, you’ve babysat his brother before, but this time, your plans for lunch with your friends were being jeopardised.

“I’ll call Niki and Karl myself and tell them the situation, I’m sure they’ll be fine with it,” Wilbur pleads. His glasses sit on the edge of his nose and you guarantee they’re going to fall off in the next 2 seconds. Obviously, you’re going to babysit for him, but this is too funny to pass up.

“I don’t know, Wil. I planned this weeks ago… I’m not sure I can cancel this late…” You try your best not to smile. But, Wilbur isn’t silly, he can see through your act from a mile away.

“Thank you!” He exclaims, shaking your shoulders. You give him an incredulous look and then laugh.

“You owe me one, Tommy isn’t easy to babysit,” You giggle, knowing all too well how he acts when his family isn’t around. Wilbur nods.

“Yeah, yeah, anything. I’ll buy you breakfast for the next month.”

Your eyebrows fly to your forehead. “I'm holding you to that, Wilby.”

And so it was decided: Tommy would come to your apartment at 1 pm and be there until 4. You told Dream you were having a guest over, sparing the details, which made Dream a little suspicious. He really hoped it wasn’t a date—no, it couldn’t be a date.

But, when he hears a knock on the front door, and then the murmur of deep voices, he thinks of the worst. Dream gets up from his bed and presses his ear to his bedroom door, hoping to get any clues as to who is at the door. He knows this is the dumbest thing he’s done since he moved in with you, but he can’t help it. The door shuts and then it’s silent and Dream thinks that maybe the person left.

Meanwhile, you lead Tommy into your room. “Want any food or anything?” You ask as you watch him jump onto your bed and grab the TV remote off of your nightstand.

“No,” He says, fingers flying over the remote to turn the TV on, change the channel, turn the volume up, change the channel again, and then press the button for Netflix. You don’t mind that he’s made himself at home in your room, he’s gonna be here for 3 hours.

“I would like a Slurpee though,” You squint at him. He can’t be serious. Before you can say anything, he continues. “Thanks, Y/n. you’re the best.”

You give him a fake scowl for sucking up to you and sigh. “Fine. I’ll be back in a second.”

You don’t want to ask Dream to go to the corner shop and get Slurpees, but you’d rather ask him to do that than ask him to watch Tommy.

“Dream?” Pushing open his bedroom door, you see him spin around.

“Hey, hi, what’s up?” Dream hopes he isn’t being weird.

He’s being weird and you don’t know why. You hold onto the door handle and inhale sharply. “Uh, I was just wondering if you could go to the corner store for me? Just really quickly, I’ll give you the money.”

Oh shit, Dream thinks. She’s making me go buy condoms for her and her date. “I—Uh, sure, yeah. What am I getting?” He asks, sliding his feet into his Birkenstocks and shoving his phone into his back pocket. Please don’t say condoms.

“A Slurpee,” Thank god.

“Ok, flavour?”

You turn your head to look back at your bedroom door before you look back at him, a puzzled look on your face. “All of them?”

Dream nods slowly. “Okay?” You two stand in silence momentarily and then Dream ushers you out of his room. “Ok, I’ll be back in 5.” You hand him a few dollars and then make your way back to your room.

“Thank you, Dream! I owe you one, thank you,” You smile, pushing your door open and then closing it immediately. Dream barely smiles and grumbles as he leaves.

“Your delivery will be here in like 6 minutes minimum,” You say. Tommy snickers but doesn’t look at you. You cross your arms over your chest.

“What’s funny?”

Tommy shrugs. “I don’t know. I just think it’s funny that your roommate is willing to do that for you. Must like you a lot.”

You furrow your eyebrows. “I’d do the same for him.”

“Him? Woah-ho-ho, that changes the game,” Tommy sits up, a shit-eating grin on his face. “What’s his name? I bet you’re like, in love with him.”

You immediately shake your head, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. “No~, no, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yeah, okay.”

The room remains still.

“You totally love him.”

“Tommy!”

Then there’s a knock on your bedroom door. You throw your middle finger up at Tommy and tell him to behave before you open the door.

“Here’s your disgusting Slurpee,” Dream mumbles, shoving the cup into your hands. He's a little out of breath from running but doesn't show it.

“Thank you,” You smile. Dream nods and then turns around, but before he can take a step, a voice calls out from behind you.

“Is that the roommate?” Tommy laughs. “Come in here, roommate.” You want to slap him.

Dream looks over his shoulder at you and you shrug. He wears a concerned look as he enters the room and is surprised to see Tommy, obviously.

“Y/n, why do you have a child in here?” Ok, definitely NOT a date.

You have no time to answer before Tommy speaks.

“I’m being babysat and shit,” Tommy rolls his eyes. Your hand is getting cold from the drink so you hand it to Tommy. “Fuck yeah,” He then flops onto your bed again, not caring if he spills some of the sugary liquid onto your bedspread and presses play on the movie he’s watching.

“Stay in here, roommate, we have some business to discuss.”

You shake your head and close the door behind you as Dream perches on the edge of your bed.

“I'm Dream.” He greets.

Tommy nods and looks in your direction, winking overdramatically. “Tommy. Master of women.” Dream scratches his forehead and glances at you. You close your eyes and pinch the bridge of your nose, whispering to Tommy to shut the fuck up.

“Movie time! We’re watching Sex/Life,” You are bewildered.

“Um, no we’re not!” Moving to snatch the remote from Tommy, you lean your body over Dream’s and see the mischievous look in the child’s eye. You know what he’s doing—could he seriously make this any more awkward?

“Let’s skip to 19 minutes and how many seconds?” Tommy teases, skipping ahead to the timestamp of the scene that went viral. Tommy’s laugh is maniacal, but you are more worried about the position you’re in. Dream’s hands rest in his lap and he looks at the ceiling, while your body leans over his. You don’t know if Tommy is laughing more at the show or the tension between you and Dream.

Finally, you grab the remote and throw it into the chair in the corner of your room. “You are a nightmare, Thomas.”

“Ha, get it, because I’m a nightmare, but he’s Dream, who must be a dream.”

You and Dream groan at his shitty joke and tell him to shut up.

“Anywho, so what’s up with you two?” Tommy smirks. You and your roommate make eye contact, both blushing before looking back at Tommy. He can practically see the tension in the room.

“Nothing.” You say simultaneously. This makes Tommy grin and hum.

Ignoring him, Dream takes refuge on the chair in the corner, looking to you to see how you’re going to handle this situation—however, he can’t help but shamelessly check you out whilst you’re not paying attention to him. He knows it's a dumb thing to do, especially when Tommy is sitting there and has no filter.

You stay speechless in the middle of the room, eyeing Tommy. You didn’t expect babysitting to be so difficult.

“You’re staring, big man.”

You whip around to face Dream and see that the comment makes his cheeks flush a deep red. Your eyes widen and then Dream's up and out of your room. “Bye.”

“Shut the fuck up, Tommy!” You say, embarrassed. You look back to see Dream’s door closing and you want to kick Tommy, so bad. “Ugh, you make everything so awkward! I hate you.”

“I hear that a lot, it’s a compliment at this point.”

And when Wilbur comes to pick Tommy up, you shove him out the door and swear that if Wilbur breaks his promise about breakfast every day, he's gonna be in deep shit.

[murderslugs]

Getting To Know Them || Slasher x Reader Bf/Gf Scenarios Pt 2

Jason Voorhees

When you woke, you were lying in a dim living room. The windows were boarded with thick, rotting oak planks and the doors were bolted shut. The only light left to illuminate the room was a small lamp on the old, rustic coffee table in front of you. Beneath you was a somewhat scratchy couch, clearly taken off of someone's front line with a paper labeled "free to take" on it, or from some dump. However, you were thankful that it at least wasn't the creaky wooden floor instead. You scratched at the rope around your wrists, loosened from being wriggled around and messed with.

You sat up and allowed your vision to re-adjust, and saw the same man in flannel and ski-mask in an arm-chair on the other side of the coffee table. He didn't seem to notice your awakening, or he at least didn't acknowledge it. He was reading a book with a maroon cover, and you couldn't make out the small copper-shaded title. You studied his movement. He was calm and showed little emotion in his body language, simply reading in peace.

In a split second, you decided to break the peace and silence. "Who are you?" The man put down the book in his lap, but only looked up at you for a moment, silent. You could see him think, then make a few hand gestures. You came to the realization that it was ASL, but you never really learned the language, despite your interest in it. You saw him take a deep breath and get up, grabbing a pen and a notebook off a table to the side. He slid the items onto the coffee table before you and slowly unbound your wrists. You wrote your question out again, "Who are you?" and slid it around for him to see. He read it, and wrote quickly, in slightly messy handwriting, "Jason. any more questions?" and slid the items back.

From here, you two went on for hours, listing out questions on the notebook and answering them for each other. You filled out pages and pages, ranging from basic questions to things like "what was your childhood like?" Certain things like that, he would pause and then write that he didn't want to talk about it. Through the night or day (due to the lack of natural light, it was hard to tell,) this game went on.

Michael Myers

Though you tried your best and struggled and squirmed, the man who had taken you still had gotten you tied to a chair; where you sat with a belt tying your wrists to the wooden beams, thankfully with a cushion underneath your rear. You shut your eyes for a second and groaned, throwing your head back. You always thought of yourself as strong and independent, a fighter who didn't need help from anyone. Alas, this was one ass you couldn't kick, and you hated yourself for it.

Across the kitchen, the bright lights shined on the tiled floor, and a tea kettle whistled ceaselessly. The sound of running water stopped as the man who had taken you walked from the bathroom and into the kitchen. The man dried his hands on his pants and took the kettle off the burner, shutting the flames off. You observed him take two random mugs from the cabinets above, and place them on the white countertop. He carefully poured the tea into the two cups, and a light herbal smell filled the air. After a moment, you recognized the smell of hibiscus tea. This was a familiar smell, something your aunt made every morning when you spent the night at her house in the summers between school years.

The man walked over and brought the two cups with him. A low, slightly muffled, silky voice came from behind the mask as he slid a mug across the table to you. "Careful, it's scolding." The tall, built man walked across and unbuckled one of your arms from the chair for you to pick up the mug with. "Drink." He said, before taking a seat before you. This is when he slid the mask off, to reveal a face beneath that you never would have expected. Dark brown, shaggy, messy, wavy hair fell over his forehead, and he blew it out of his grey eyes. His face was scarred and his lips were chapped, but it somehow wasn't unappealing or revolting.

"What's your name? Who the fuck are you?" You asked, leaning as far as you could with your restraints still intact. The man pushed his hair back and sighed heavily, sipping the near boiling tea. "Michael. 24. Libra." He said in a monotone voice. You rolled your eyes. "This is an introduction to your victim, not The Dating Game." You told him harshly. "Well, is there something specific you wanna know? It's not like your giving me anything to go off of, sugar cube." 'Michael' replied with the same energy in return. "Fine. I'm (Y/N). What else is there to say?"

Carrie White

Like the pale girl suggested, Carrie if you remembered correctly, you came back to the public library next Sunday, around noon. You had finished the book you had most recently checked out, so you had to return it anyways. Walking down the pavement, you saw here in a light sundress, walking up the few steps and into the library. You ran to catch up and followed her, careful not to startle the girl. As soon as you got inside, you carried yourself to just behind her, and tapped on her shoulder.

The girl turned around, and a look of confusion appeared on her features. "(Y/N). We met here last week? I suggested you check out Narnia." You reminded her, an eager smile painted on your face. A spark formed in her eyes, and she returned your smile. "Oh! Yes, yes, I remember. I'm sorry, my mind is awfully clouded lately." You assured her that it was alright, and you two went along.

The two of you walked down the aisles of bookshelves, and she looked for something new to try out. Maybe she would check out a cook-book and try a new recipe, or read up on WW1. Although, you DID notice that she avoided the religious aisle. However, you didn't comment on this, out of respect. You two checked out a few books, and on the paved outdoor steps, you stopped her. "Would you like to go for coffee or tea? Even a pastry? There's a little shop down the street, I'll buy. I'd just like to talk a bit.

Carrie obliged happily, and the two of you took your books and walked down to the small cafe. It had a dim, rustic theme, and brought peace to anyone who entered it's walls. There was a faint vanilla sent in the air, welcoming you two. For about an hour, Carrie sat down with you and talked about your life, your week, basic things. It was nice to get to know her. She seemed kind, and gentle. Everything about her was graceful, from the way she sipped her latte to the way she tucked her strawberry blonde hair behind her ear. As you two finished up your chats, you grabbed your things and greeted each other farewell, agreeing to meet again next week.

Jennifer Check

The pair of you had become half-decent lab partners over the last few weeks, but she didn't seem to be doing well with the subject. As a result, you decided that you would volunteer to tutor her in the subject after school. So, there you were, on your way to her house after school to hang out and help her study up on the subject and with the homework. It was a cloudy day, and you could tell that a storm was brewing in those clouds above your head. Because of this, you decided to walk a bit faster to avoid being soaked.

As you arrived at Jennifer's house, you knocked gently on the door. When you received no answer, you hesitantly knocked harder. Very suddenly, a slightly older woman answered the door, assumingly Jennifer's mom. The woman looked you up and down, then quickly turned to yell over her shoulder, "Jenny! Your new friend is here!" She then quickly invited you in and brought you a small tray of white-chocolate macadamia nut cookies, offering you to take one or two ((If you have an allergy to nuts, then M&M cookies.)) "I made these for you two while you were studying. There's also sodas in the fridge in case you need a drink." Jennifer's mom said joyfully, before scooping the strap of a purse onto her shoulder. "I'll be off now, I have a job interview to get to. Jen's room is upstairs, first door on the right. Have fun you two!" She informed you before heading out the door.

You walked up the stairs until you found an oak door, and knocked before coming in. "Uh, hi, it's (Y/N), I'm here to help you study..?" You said as you slowly walked in and shut the door behind you. Jennifer was standing, looking in the mirror and smearing concealer under her eyes. She sighed and looked over to you. "Sit on the bed. You know, I was gonna gut you like a fish and drink your blood like a Slurpee, but my mom seems to like you, and I don't think you're too bad. Shame, would have been a great opportunity." She said nonchalantly. As she turned to you, you saw that her face was pale and broken out in acne.

Your heart skipped a beat and the color drained from your face. "I'm sorry, w-what...?" You tried to gulp down the fear in your words. "I'm a succubus, idiot. Don't think that I didn't notice you staring at the blood on my shoes the first day we met. I feed on people's bodies and sexual energy so I can feel good and look good. But I've decided you're worth keeping around, so I'll save that for the next chump. So, shall we get to know each other?" She said calmly as she sat down beside you on the bed.

Billy Loomis

You were home alone yet again, but this time it was mid day. You were watching horror movies out of boredom on your couch, when you got a call. You hesitantly answered, to hear a familiar voice on the other side of the phone. "I'm here, come let me in." You carried the phone with you. You figured one of your friends had stopped by to say hi, and their voice just sounded messed up due to shitty reception. You went to your front door, and looked through the peephole to see someone in a shitty costume, probably from Walmart, as it was October, and stores were starting to sell Halloween costumes and decorations. You hung up the phone and stuck it in your pocket, opening the door slightly with the chain lock still intact.

"Cut it out, prankster. That's not a very creepy costume. Ooo! I'm so scared!! Listen, I've seen the original Japanese film The Ring a million times, I'm not too scared of much." You heard the person sigh and push the door forward aggressively, breaking the lock. You jumped back in shock. "Hey! You're paying for that, asshole!" You yelled only for a quick response. "No, I don't think I will, beautiful. The man said, taking off his mask. To your shock, it was someone that you went to school with, Billy Loomis. You remember him graduating just the year before you, and were a bit shocked at his sudden appearance. You two had talked a bit, and you could consider yourselves acquaintances, but never really close friends.

Billy took a step forward, and in turn, you took one back. He put his hands up, showing he had no weapons in his hands. "Look, I'm not gonna hurt, that's not what I came to do. I just want to...get to know you. Look, you can pat me down, if you really feel the need. I don't have any weapons on me." You lowered your defenses a bit, but still kept them up. "Why would you want to know me so bad?" You asked hesitantly. "Well, I looked through your window and realized I'd found you again. And I wanted to get to know the pretty (girl/boy/person) I used to look at in the hallways every day." He said in a smooth tone. And that's where your night started.

Thomas Hewitt

It was a lovely Texas summer day. A warm breeze carried through the semi-tall grass in the fields, and the smell of fresh bread filled the small wooden house. On this fine afternoon, you happened to be listening to some old music, from the 50s-60s, and baking. When you least expected it, you heard a loud knock on the door. You figured it might have been one of your new neighbors looking to get to know you, or ask to borrow something. You strolled to the door and opened it, to see a rather large man in a butcher's apron, curly dark hair, and a rather scarred face on the other side. Though he had somewhat of a threatening aura, you knew that there was more behind his appearance.

You saw him open his mouth, but then stop and think for a moment. He hesitantly put his hands up and made a few broken and hand signals. You realized quickly that it was sign language, as you had an uncle growing up that happened to be deaf, so you learned it so that you two could talk. "I'm not deaf, I just don't like to speak." You watched him sign apprehensively, and responded allowed. "That's okay, hun. What can I do for you?" You asked, and he thought for a moment. "Do you have some salt I can use? Papa shot a..." He stopped for a moment, then looked back up to meet your eyes. "Papa shot a deer, and we ran out of salt to dry out the hide and season the meat." He asked, and you replied. "Of course! Come right in, I keep a few bags in the cupboard, I have a half-full one you can take home." You told him as you allowed him to come in and shut the door behind him.

Your bread sat warm in the window-sill, cooling down. As you handed him the salt, he pointed over to it. "Oh, do you want a piece?" He nodded aggressively, and you smiled. You grabbed the metal baking sheet and put it on the counter, slicing a few pieces. "Here, you can have more than one. I make it all the time, and it's just me here to eat it anyways." You told him. "Would you like to sit down and chat for a moment? I can make you tea or coffee too if you like? You can tell me about yourself. That is, if you don't have to be home right quick." The man nodded again, and set the salt down on the counter. "My name's Thomas. I'd like some...Peppermint tea, if you have it." The man signed to you, his guard down as he clearly felt welcomed in the household. "Okay, Thomas, right on it." You smiled warmly and handed him a thick slice of warm bread with butter and mulberry jam smeared over the top. "Take a seat, dear."

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~Author's Note~

Hi guys, I'm so sorry it took so long to get this second part out :( I've just been really stressed and not in a great mental place, plus the factor of writer's block and being scared to burn myself out. But thank you for those who have stayed through the hiatus to continue reading!! Please comment below if you have any character or scenario requests. Goodbye for now, loves!

[quicksilverownsmysoul]

Sparks Pt. 5

It has taken me forever but I finally updated Sparks! I’m sorry for making y’all wait so long but I’ve been busy with other stuff and I keep starting series before I finish the first one (I need to stop doing that). I know it’s been a while, if you need to reread the old ones they are all linked in my masterlist, it’s pinned on my page! Anyway I hope y’all like it!

You can read Part 4 Here 

Summary: 

Warnings: None, this is pure fluff

Word Count: 2298

The ride there was an experience to say the least. Scott drove which meant Jean got shotgun, the rest of you were piled into the backseat. Kurt kept hitting Jubilee in the face with his tail, her hair blew into your face every time the breeze hit, and you were so cramped that you were practically sitting on Peter’s lap. Peter was thankful you couldn't move to turn around, or else you would see how red his face was. He was sitting extremely still too scared to even move. Because if you moved even an inch over, he knew his leather pants wouldn't hide what would form. Scott looked at you guys through the rear view mirror, flashing you a cocky smile. “You guys comfortable?” Jubilee flipped him off while the rest of you grumbled out a no. He laughed and turned back to face the road. 

Scott pulled up to a diner and parked, hoping out to open the door for Jean. Kurt wiggled his arm free and opened the door causing you guys to fall out of the backseat. Jubilee fell onto Kurt’s back and Peter ended up falling on you, he caught himself with his hands, you guys inches from one another. You watched his eyes dart down to look at your lips before glancing back up to meet your eyes. You smirked up at him. “If you’re going to pull something like that, at least buy me dinner first.” 

Peter felt his face heat up and he started to sputter. You laughed at his flustered state and after a moment he did as well. He liked how casual you were about this and how you were able to joke to ease the tension. He smirked back down at you. “Well maybe after I do buy you dinner we can continue this.” It was your turn to get embarrassed. 

“Really guys?” You both looked up to see Jubilee standing with her arms crossed. “Right in front of Kurt.” Kurt was covering his face out of respect for you two and shielding himself behind her. You both turned red and scrambled to get out of the car. Peter let you get up and then hopped out of the backseat behind you. Jubilee pulled you to the back of the group with her and gave your arm a squeeze. “He likes you.”

Peter glanced back at the two of you in between bugging Scott and Jean. He saw you and Jubilee talking in hushed voices and giggling with one another. He felt himself gulp, something told him you guys were talking about him. He caught your eye and whipped his head back around, hoping you didn't catch him staring. 

Scott made his way to the front of the group to announce where you were but Peter hip bumped him out of the way. Scott cussed and Peter just sent him a wink and a smile. He turned back to face the group, his eyes locked on you. “Welcome to our favorite diner, Gus’ Games and Grub.” Peter stood at the front of the group his arms held wide open, showing off the diner. You felt yourself smile as you looked around the place, there was an arcade attached to the restaurant, with a prize cabinet and about a million blinking lights and sounds. 

“This place is awesome.” Peter watched as you took it all in, his heart swelling at the fact he was able to impress you with his favorite diner.

“So do you guy wanna do for dinner, do you wanna split a pizza or get-”

“Let’s play.” Peter said, cutting off Scott. 

“The whole reason we came here was for dinner.” 

“No, it was to have fun.” Peter smirked. “Something you wouldn't know anything about.” 

“Ooooo.” Jubilee responded as her eyes darted back and forth between the boys. 

Scott surged forward but Jean used her powers to stop him, pulling him back towards her by the collar of his sports jacket.

“You guys are acting like children. There is an easy way to decide this.”

“You’re right Jean, battle to the death it is.” Jean rolled her eyes at Peter’s comment. 

“Let’s just take a vote. Who wants to eat first?” Jubilee, Kurt, Scott and Jean all raised their hands. “Who wants to play the arcade first?” Peter's hand shot in the air, he sent you a wide smile when he saw you agreeing with him. “Sorry Peter, looks like we’re eating first.” Jean turned toward the counter and Scott sent him a condensing smirk behind her back. Peter stuck his tongue out in response. He didn't care that he lost the vote, he had you on his side. 

Dinner was filled with easy conversation and stolen glances. You and Peter kept trying to catch each other’s eye from opposite sides of the booth. He had wanted to sit next to you but Jubilee had beat him to it and she refused to move. As soon as you finished eating Peter slid into the booth next to you as Jubilee got up to throw the trash away. He slung his arm behind the booth and you scooted closer to him, making him blush. He leaned down and gently moved his hand to cup the back of your neck. “Wanna go have some fun.”

“What kind of fun is Maximoff?” You teased, loving the way it made him flush red. 

“The best kind there is.” Peter sped off you with you, ditching the other guys as you made your way to the arcade. Peter stood near a dancing machine game and held his hand out towards you with a slight bow. “May I have this dance?”

You curtsied back at him. “Of course.”

You hopped up on the dance floor as Peter put coins in the machine. He used the buttons to scroll through the songs, he stuck his tongue out in concentration trying to find just the right one. He made his selection and joined you on the mini stage. The music started playing and you felt your smile widen. “Oh my god I love this song!”

“Me too!” 

You guys turned back to the screen and started to dance, doing your best to coordinate with the colorful arrows on screen. But it was hard to pay attention when you both were too busy looking at one another and singing the lyrics back and forth. You saw Jubilee approaching the machine out of the corner of your eye. She leaned on the bar behind you, Kurt and the others not too far behind. “I was wondering where you guys went.” 

“We went to totally dominate this game.” Peter bragged as he scored three bads in a row on the game. 

“I can see that.” Jubilee watched as the song ended and the screen showed off your guys' score. It was ranked a D- with a 22% accuracy. 

“Man you’re bad at this.” Scott said.

“What like you could do better?”  Peter scoffed as he hopped off the stage offering you his hand. You took it and hopped off as well. 

“Watch me.” Scott and Jean took your guys places on the game and inserted the coins to play. You and Peter watched with your mouths hanging open as they scored perfect on every step. The song came to an end and they stared at you guys with matching smirks. 

“Okay you so totally did better than us.” You admitted. Peter just grumbled out an agreement. 

“Because we are better.” Scott remarked. 

“Wanna bet?” Peter asked as he crossed his arms across his chest. 

“What kind of bet?”

“Not again.” Jean muttered. 

“Whoever wins the biggest prize by the time the place closes gets the keys to your car for the rest of the week.” Peter smirked.

“What do I get?” Scott asked, hesitation in his voice. 

“I don’t know what do you want?”

Scott scrunched his face up in concertation for a moment before he answered. Knowing exactly what he wanted if he won. “If I win I get your pac-man machine.” 

Peter’s eyes widened, you could see him weighing the risks in his mind. He glanced over at you. He wanted the car so he could ask you out on a date, he wanted to do it right, with a car instead of speeding you somewhere. You gave him a smile and that made up his mind. He turned back to face Scott, a challenging look in his eyes. “I’ll take that bet.” 

“Okay so how are we going to do this? Teams?”

“Sounds good to me.”

“So it’ll be me and Jean, you and (y/n) and Kurt and Jubilee.” 

“What? Why are we playing? And why do I get Kurt?” Jubilee asked with her arms crossed. 

“Hey!” Kurt whined. 

“Sorry.”

“It’s more interesting if we all play.” Scott said. 

“Plus it’s not like you guys are going to win, it’s either going to me or Scott.” Peter joked and Scott nodded in agreement.

“Really?” Jubilee narrowed her eyes. “We’ll see about that. Come on Kurt.” With that they were gone. Now it was time for the games to begin. 

Peter and you sprinted over to the skeeball machines. He put a coin in each one and sped back and forth throwing the ball down the lane, getting the highest scoring points each time. You collected all the tickets, your heart pumping full of adrenaline. You played all the games you could while Peter ran around the arcade beating all the games and winning all the tickets. They made an announcement over the loudspeaker that they would be closing in five minutes, so you and Peter finished off your games and made your way to the counter. Jean and Scott were already there, their ticket pile paled in comparison to yours. Peter opened his mouth to mock them but Jean held up her hand and pointed to the right. You turned and saw Jubilee and Kurt sitting on top of the prize counter. She had three different pairs of sunglasses on and Kurt had about a million scrunchies wrapped around his tail. They were both drinking slurpees, a giant stuffed pink gorilla by their feet. Jubilee lowered her glasses as she took a long sip of her drink. ‘’’Sup losers.” 

Peters was gaping at them, glancing back and forth between the giant gorilla and them. “I- huh.. How? WHAT?”

Jubilee held her arms out and slung one around Kurt. “We won.”

“How?!?” Scott asked. “You guys only played like two games!”

“Yeah we won 67 tickets!” Kurt said excitedly. “That’s how we got the sunglasses and scrunchies!” He held his tail up showing them off. 

“That still doesn't explain how you won.” You asked with an amused smile on your face. 

“My cousin is the manager, I bribed her into giving us the biggest prize.” She pointed down at the stuffed gorilla. “Meet Barbara.” Scott and Peter stared at her with huffy faces getting ready to protest her winning. ‘Hey you never said we couldn't cheat.” Jubilee took another sip of her slurpee. 

“Yeah but you still cheated.” Scott argued.

“What like you guys didn't?.” She pointed at Scott and Jean. “I saw Jean using her powers on the basketball machine.” She motioned towards Peter. “And don’t even get me started on this one.”

“Damn you go Jubilee.” You cheered her as she gave a little bow. 

“So we win!” Kurt cheered. 

“Indeed we do.” Jubilee stuck her hands out in a grabby motion “Keys. Give me.” Scott reached into his pocket and begrudgingly tossed the keys to Jubilee. She caught them with a smirk. “I’ll see you guys in the car, I’m driving.” 

You cheered her on as she left. “Never underestimate Jubilee.” 

“Agreed.” 

“So what are we going to do with all these tickets?” You asked. 

Peter took them from you and came back a second later, arms full of prizes. “We can take them home to the kids at the house.” 

“That’s so sweet Peter.” He smiled at your praise.

“I uh.. I also got something for you.” Peter set down the prizes in his hands and riffled through them. He pulled out a stuffed turtle from the pile and nervously brought it over to you. You took it in your hands, heart swelling at the action. “His name is Mister Dibbles.” 

You looked down at the gentle face of the toy, smiling at it and then back up at peter. “I love him.” Peter gave you a wide smile. 

As you guys made your way out of the diner Peter fought with himself back and forth on whether he should still ask you out. By the time he got to the car he had made up his mind. He opened his mouth to ask you but Jubilee grabbed him by the arm and pulled him off to the side. 

“You can have the car after tonight.”

“What?” He asked, shock evident on his face. 

“You can have the car.” She shrugged. “I know you wanted it so you could take (y/n) on a date.”

“How did you know that?”

“You’re pretty easy to read.” Peter smiled and rushed forward crushing Jubilee in a hug. “Stop that, put me down!” She giggled out. 

“Thank you so much.” 

“Mhmm and don’t worry I’m not going to take your pac-man machine. But you owe me.” 

“Anything.”

“I wanna style your hair.”

“Anything but that.”

“Ugh fine.” 

Jubilee and Peter made their way back over to the car. You smiled as you saw Peter getting closer to you. He returned it. “Hey can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Would you maybe… like to.. I don’t know...go out with me?” You felt your face split into a wide smile. 

“Of course I would.” 

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[mediocre-writerr]

i lived [leah rilke]

leah rilke x fem reader

requested: Woooow feel something was literally the best thing ever. Could I pretty please request a third part (most angsty) where reader gets herself in the worst situation possible and her condition is so bad (her heart stops beating) once Shelby finds her, she’s hyserical and doesn’t realize she has to perform CPR so Leah being the protective girlfriend but if not evenly even more worried than Shelby does CPR and tells her not to give up. Later while they’re all taking care of reader and watching her sleep off the pain they talk about how much they mean to her (especially Shelby and Leah) this would be the best thing ever 😭😭

thank you guys so much for all the love on my leah imagine and just all my imagines in general! i’m going a bit out of order with these requests but this caused inspiration to strike. i’ll be back back on track soon, coming out with a shelby one next! but yeah i’m so happy you’re loving them! and i hope you enjoy!

Pt.1 & Pt.2

*not my gif*

Ironic isn’t it? Even though you’re taught at a young age to carry love in your heart, but in reality it could kill you.

“Where are you going?” Leah asks softly as you stood up from the sand.

You brushed off your pants before answering, “I’m just gonna go for a walk. See if I can find anything on the shore. Would you like to come?” 

It was a hotter day than usual out on the island. Sweat beads were forming on the top of your hairline. All of the girls seemed to be out of energy from the burning sun that laid upon the nine of you.

“Mmm no. I would much rather stay here in the shade, you could stay with me too. You don’t have to scavenge every hour of the day.” she says, grabbing your hand to try and pull you back towards her.

You smile at her softly, kissing her hand, “I’ll be back. It won’t take long.” you say.

She pouts, but you just chuckle before placing a soft kiss to her lips. 

Before you went off on the little voyage, you checked up on your blonde best friend, “How’s the leg?” you ask, examining the jacket bandage you made for her out of your own jacket.

“I’ve had better days.” she replies with a shrug.

“I’m sorry. But I know it’ll be healed up sooner than later, but until then you know you always have me to lean on.” you say, smiling at her, “I’m heading out to the shore to see if anything comes up, you’re free to join me whenever.” 

“I will later. Thank you.” Shelby says with a smile matching your own.

“Anytime.” 

And then you were off, walking slowly along the beach shore to see if anything washed up. It was nice though. 

The peace and quiet. The soft wet sand in between your toes as the cool water occasionally lapped over them. It was a nice distraction from the burning sensation that occurred in your chest or when you breathed.

It started after you went to save Shelby. And you just thought it would go away on its own, but it’s been almost 24 hours now and it wasn’t going away. But rather it got worse.

Each breath you took felt like you just ran a mile. But you didn’t want to worry the girls. They’ve already been worried sick about you and all of the stunts you pull. This doesn’t need to be another thing they’re worried about. 

You let out a fit of cough. The cough seemed to have lasted forever, but it finally stopped when you spat out a loogie. It wasn’t any loogie though, blood was on the yellow sand and you just stared at it in shock. Unsure of what to do.

You were about to start heading back when you noticed a bag at the end of the shoreline.

One last trek. We’ll bring the bag back and relax for a couple days. 

As you start walking to the bag, you can feel your heart rate rising even higher with each step. And it felt like you were walking on walls as the whole world seemed to spin faster and faster. 

All of your senses were heightened. The smell of the sea water invaded your senses. A ringing sensation filled your eardrums making it impossible to hear anything else.

“Leah...” you whisper before the bright blue sky went black.

Shelby decided to take your offer and go walk along the shore with you. Despite the pain in her leg, she thought it would be nice to walk around with her best friend. 

You’ve been so focused on not dying that you haven’t had time to just sit and talk.

Shelby misses going bowling and drinking 7/11 slurpees in the parking lot with you every Friday night. 

Or you coming to her beauty pageants even though you hated the idea of them. You wanted to come to just support her.

The two of you haven’t even thought about what you should do when you get back. There was Shelby and Toni and you and Leah. If news got out about that back home, you’d be burnt at the stake.

But the two of you don’t care anymore. 

Shelby look down at the shore to try and get a peek of how far you went. Until she sees a body was lying still face down towards the end of the shoreline. 

“Y/N?” Shelby mumbles quietly to herself.

She makes a full 360 trying to find any sign of her best friend. But came out empty. 

“No.” she mumbles and took off running.

Despite how terrible her leg felt she had to get to you. 

Shelby reaches your lifeless body and scooped you into her arms. She cradles you into her lap and cups your cheek gently.

“Y/N? Hey, hey...” Shelby whispers and your eyes flutter open for just a second.

“Shelb?” I whisper softly.

“Hey it’s me. What’s going on?” she ask frantically.

“There’s something wrong,” you mumble softly, “I’m scared.” 

“No, no, no,” she murmured, “You’re just tired and it’s hot out. You’re just exhausted. Remember that plane? It’s gonna come and we’re-we’re gonna get out of here. Together.” 

You brush her hair from out of her face, before smiling softly, “I think it’s more than exhaustion, blondie. I don’t know what’s wrong or how much time I have with whatever-”

“No,” Shelby says forcefully, “No, you can’t die. We’re supposed to go home together.” 

“I know, but each second that passes by it’s becoming harder and harder to breathe.” I whisper in between raspy breath. 

“We’re supposed to go back to Texas, graduate, and move the hell out of that place. We can get an apartment with Toni and Leah. And we’ll finally be happy. We don’t have to worry about our terrible parents or some higher standard. It’ll be us just like we always planned. Y/N, please. You can’t go.” I rant to her, telling her about the life we could have out of our normal lives.

“I’m right here,” you told her shakily, wanting to be brave for her, “Are-are you crying?”

You reached up to touch her face, and sure enough there were tears dripping down her cheeks.

“I-I haven’t seen you cry since-,” you say trying to finish the rest of your sentence, but as time goes by you could feel your heart slowing down, “Since Becs died.” 

“Please,” Shelby begged, grabbing your hand tightly, “Please...we need to go home.” 

“You’re...you’re the best friend I ever had,” you whisper, your breathing starting to come in short gasps, “My sister for a lifetime, I love you. And I need you to keep living the way you’re living right now. No expectations. Just be you. Tell Leah that I love he-”

You let out a harsh choking sound as you went limp in her body. Your heavy eyes now closed. 

Shelby places her fingers on your pulse point. Come on Y/N. Please.

“Please God. Don’t take Y/N away from me. You already took Becs. Please don’t take her. She’s all I have left.” she sobs out.

You had no pulse. Nothing. There’s nothing!

“Dot! Leah! Someone help!” Shelby yells as loud as she possibly could. 

The rest of the girls could hear her pleads from the campsite. All of them took one look at each other before taking off running towards her yelling. 

When the rest of the girls reach the shore. Shelby still has you scooped up into her lap. Leah let out a small gasp running to your side immediately.

“What’s wrong?” Toni asks.

Shelby was struggling for the words to say, “She uh she just...her heart just stopped. I found her collapsed on the floor and she was here...she was just talking to me and then she was-”

“We need to start CPR!” Nora says getting everyone’s attention.

Leah scooped you out of her arms and placed you flat on the floor. Tears falling down her cheeks onto your chest as she started doing the compressions. 

Toni took Shelby into her arms, trying her best to soothe her best friend. 

“Come on Y/N! You promised me! You told me you weren’t gonna leave me!” she yells.

Her compressions going out of rhythm, “Leah, you’re not doing it right. It’s not gonna help her if you can’t do it right!” Rachel yells, “Move!”

Rachel was about to start taking over when Shelby got out from Toni’s arms, “No I can do it!” 

“Are you sure?” Toni asks her girlfriend softly and Shelby just nods.

Rachel pushed Leah off of your body despite her screaming protests. Fatin pulls Leah into her arms. Leah’s head rested on Fatin’s chest as she ran her hands through Leah’s hair. 

Shelby’s compressions were surprisingly calm and even despite the sobs coursing through her body.

“You do not get to save everyone and not let us save you. Do you hear me?” Shelby whispers to you softly. 

Leah crawls out of Fatin’s lap and places herself lying next to you on the ground. She ran her fingers through your hair and placed her nose up against your cheek. 

Shelby was at for a long time. And at that point everyone started to lose hope that you were gone.

“Please Y/N. I’m not ready to say goodbye. We have a whole future left outside of this fucking island. Stay for me.” Leah pleads. 

Your eyes shoot open and your gasping for breath. Everyone releases a sigh of relief. All of the girls had tears on their cheeks, all of them thinking the worst. 

“You’re okay!” Shelby lets out a sob as she immediately leans down to hold you. You wrap your arms around your blonde best friend holding her as tight as possible, “You can’t die.” she whispers. 

“I’m right here Shelb. I’m not going anywhere. I promise.” you say, your voice raspy and tired. 

“Dude you really need to stop dying. It’s getting a little old.” Toni says, trying to ease the tense silence.

You laugh softly before giving her a fist bump. All of the girls stared at you with relieved smiles on their faces. Dot, Fatin, and Rachel gave you high fives and fist bumps. But much to your surprise Nora leaned down herself to hug you.

You turn your head slightly to face Leah, her nose still against your cheek not wanting to open her eyes. If she opened her eyes she would wake up and it would be just this sick dream. 

You rested your forehead on hers, the tip of her nose touching yours ever so slightly. 

“Hey, look at me.” you whisper and her deep blue eyes finally stare right back at you.

She smiles softly, before cries shake throughout her body. Her soft hand goes to cup your cheek, pulling your face unbelievably closer to yours. You weakly reach out your hand and wipe away the tears that were falling. 

“You’re still here?” she says, but it comes more out like a question.

“I promised, didn’t I?” you reply, before kissing her softly. 

When you broke apart Shelby scooped you up in her arms yet again carrying you bridal style. 

“Shelb, I can walk.” you say.

But she just shakes her head, her perfect smile appearing on her face, “I don’t care. I’m gonna carry you back.” 

All of the girls walk back to the camp. Leah sits down right next to where Shelby laid you gently on the floor. You rested your head on her lap as you could feel sleep slowly lull you into dreamland. 

The burning sun was now setting and the orange hue of the fire lit up the deep blue night sky. You were still fast asleep on Leah’s lap, soft snores coming from your mouth.

“You know she’s almost died 6 times?” Nora says, speaking up as all of you sat there in silence drinking your Diet Cokes. 

“How do you know that?” Dot asks, surprised at how she can keep track of all of it. 

“I journaled it. The first time was the plane crash, then the mirror, the overexertion, saving Fatin, saving Shelby, and then right now.” Nora rambles, showing us the chart she made.

“She really put herself before the group.” Rachel whispers, shaking her head, “I remember when I had my period accident on Dot, she came to talk to me. She made me a makeshift tampon out of her shorts. She literally cut off pieces of her shorts to make me a tampon.” 

Everyone laughs at the fond memory. Leah was there running her hands through your hair lightly, careful not to wake you up. 

“Besides totally saving me from getting stranded in the middle of the ocean. When I was super thirsty because of the Takis, she gave me her water and let me take a few sips. She never got on me about not doing anything.” Fatin says smiling at your sleeping figure.

“And one day we played this cool game where we would pass the journal back and forth only making one line to create a drawing. It was beautiful.” Nora says softly, showing everyone the abstract drawing the two of you made together.

“We went exploring one day and I never told you guys this, but my pants ripped,” Dot begins to say and everyone bursts out into laughter.

“No way!” Toni exclaims, but Dot just nods with a smile on her face.

“Yeah and after laughing for a little bit, she took off her jacket and wrapped it around my waist so no one would notice.” Dot replies smiling a little bit, “Not only that, but back home when my dad was sick, she would stop by every other week to check on him and bring food.” 

“She did that?” Shelby asks.

Dot nods softly, a sad smile on her face, “He left an impression on her after our league soccer days. So when she found out, she wanted to visit him and make him feel normal.” 

“Wow.” Shelby mumbles, surprised at her best friend antics.

“When Marcus disappeared, I got a little sadder than I was supposed to about a mannequin. So she took the time to make a sandman to replace him. It was just a snowman made of sand and it was washed away by the tide shortly after. But it was the thought that counts.” Martha says and everyone’s faces were lit up by smiles.

Toni wrapped her arm around Shelby’s waist pulling her in a little closer, “One time we went scavenging together. And I told her about my basketball and how I used to play and she got so excited for some reason. In the middle of the jungle we played a small game with a rock and an empty Diet Coke can we had. I won, obviously.” 

“Back home, we went to the 7/11 we always go to every Friday night. And I didn’t have my teeth in because I was eating. Then a bunch of girls from our school came by and saw the dentures lying on the hood of her car. They started making fun of them asking who’s they were. And Y/N flat out said it was hers. No hesitation because she knew how insecure I was of them.” Shelby whispers shaking her head and smiling at the fond memory.

“I remember that! Everyone was calling her grandma, they still do...” Dot says.

“Yeah. She really took one for the team there, but she never expected anything back. She just did it, to do it.” she says softly, before clearing her throat, “And when our friend Becs died, Y/N made a whole concert filled with terrible dancing and singing for me because I wasn’t doing well mentally. It was the best concert I have ever been to.” she whispers.

She cleared her throat again, trying to fight back the tears, “She’s my best friend. She’s like a sister to me and without her, I don’t know what I’d do. Out of the gifts God has given me, I think Y/N is the best one ever. She’s a literal angel on Earth.”

“Well, I met Y/N at a strange time in my life. I wasn’t doing well mentally. And she may not have saved my life physically. But mentally she did. It’s like she just came out of nowhere, an angel in this fucked up island.” Leah begins, smiling down at the girl in front of her, “There was this time where I was on the verge of having a mental breakdown and she sang me a random song that she came up with in her head.” 

“Was it the one that went: dinosaurs eating people, dinosaurs in love...” Fatin starts singing.

Leah nods softly, “Dinosaurs having a party. They eat fruit and cucumber. They fell in love. They say “Thank you.” A big bang came, and they died. Dinosaurs dinosaurs fell in love. But they didn’t say goodbye. But the didn’t say good...BYE!” All of the girls sing loudly at the top of their lungs.

“I think after she sang that to you, she sang it to all of us when we were down on ourselves.” Rachel says and everyone smiles at the stupid song.

“God I’m so thankful for her. I think I would’ve actually lost my mind.” Leah whispers before placing a kiss onto your forehead.

“You’re so whipped.” Toni says teasing the other brunette.

“I know.” Leah replies, accepting the truth.

There was a comfortable silence that hung over the group. As they sat back and reflected on their time here in the island.

“Honestly, I don’t think we’d be here without our very own Supergirl.” Dot says and all of the girls nod in agreement.

“To Supergirl!” Toni says, raising her Diet Coke up in the air.

“To Supergirl!” The rest of the girls yell as they all raise their cans in the air.

[zoey-wades]

Get You (Fluff-ish)

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x Aurora Emery

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: A little flirting and swearing, dassit.

Summary: Bryce and Aurora get to know one another, which pushes our boy into unknown, cavity-inducing territory.

A/N: My number one rarepair that no one else ships. I wrote this because I was bullied by @thecapturedafrique into writing something. I haven't written anything for choices in quite some time, so this is... that something.

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To Be Alone (Part One)

Bryce always believed that fawning--real, genuine, starry-eyed awe--was goofy. He could count on one hand the number of times a partner left him speechless, which was quite a feat. It wasn’t that he believed he was above it; he could never quite understand the position someone would have to be in to feel that way about someone else. But that damn Aurora Emery and her silent but deadly studious stare could bring any man to his knees. He told her as much. Multiple times, in fact. She’d laugh it off as just a huge joke, but Bryce needed her to know that he was being legit. It was important to him that she knew that about herself. Maybe she could reel it in and let him have control over himself for once.

There wasn’t a name for what they were--a fact that Bryce was okay with. At least he thought. Right now they were just comfortable in one another’s company. It’s not that he didn’t want more...the question crossed his mind more than once. But Aurora never once hinted at the fact that she was looking for anything more than companionship. She was blunt. If she wanted something serious, she definitely would’ve said so. Unfortunately, Edenbrook was filled to the brim with nosy fucks. And though he wasn’t necessarily one for hiding his attraction, he knew for a fact that the attention made Aurora uncomfortable. On more than one occasion, he had to tell people to back off when they made comments about “thawing the ice princess.” He would do anything in his power to protect her, if he could. He spent two months of Fridays with her, a ritual that just kind of happened without much planning. They’d talk for hours, and more than once he’d woken up in her bed, with his arms wrapped around her and her head on his chest.

So when Aurora texted him that Friday afternoon about a change of plans, curiosity plagued him.

Bryce: Change of plans, huh? What’s up?

Three bubbles popped up. And then:

Aurora: I wanted to do something different. Same meeting place?

Bryce: Always.

Bryce: Am I allowed to know what that something different is? Or is it a surprise?

Aurora: It wasn’t a surprise.

Aurora: But now I think it is.

Bryce: You’re killin me. Do you know what you do to me, Rory?

There was a long pause as she typed. And then stopped. And then typed again.

Aurora: Where have I heard that before? ;)

And there it was. That boldness that seemed to show up at the most inopportune times and sent a rushing wave of warmth through him. It climbed up the back of his neck and made him huff out a sigh in the middle of the cafeteria.

Bryce: Careful, I might have to take you for a ride in the parking lot. Again.

Aurora: Don’t make threats you can’t follow through with, daddy.

Despite the bravado, Bryce was clearly flustered. He didn’t know it was possible for someone to out-Bryce him. But here he was: red faced and shifty-eyed in the middle of a crowded room. He placed his phone face-down and took a long sip from his water bottle, willing his blood to return to his brain and away from his head. When he was sure that he could resume the conversation without hunting Aurora down for sport, he picked the phone back up.

Bryce: Alright, Miss Emery. I’ll play your games. See you later?

Aurora: xxoo

It was all so corny, he thought to himself. Reading and re-reading her texts, or scrolling through her Instagram to see her even when she wasn’t around...these were actions that he had NEVER considered remotely Bryce-like. Yet there he was, spending his free time thinking about what he’d say to her when he saw her at the end of the day. Thoughts of her were interrupted only when he needed all of his attention to keep people’s organs in place. Or when he needed to write a report. But when all was said and done, his thoughts drifted right back to her. He blinked, and it was the end of the day. He felt his hands shake, and wondered what the fuck he had to be nervous about.

They’d spent so much time together. They were practically together. Weren’t they?

“God damn it,” he muttered to himself, as he ran his fingers through his hair and stared at himself in the bathroom mirror. It always looked good, but for some reason--today of all days--it wouldn’t cooperate, “You are Bryce Fucking Lahela. You don’t get flustered. Jesus.”

He shook his arms out, rolled his shoulders, and took a deep breath.

“Alright,” he sighed, “Let’s go see our woman.”

Aurora looked amazing leaning against the hood of his car. She was dressed in black jeans and a simple tee shirt, with her hair in a bun. But he wanted to kiss her right there in front of everyone, PDA be damned. Her face lit up when she noticed him, and he nearly tripped over his feet as he walked across the parking lot, causing him to pause his steps. Her brows furrowed in concern.

God she was so cute.

He shoved his hands in his pockets and kept walking in an attempt to save face. Because of course he did.

“Are you alright, Lahela?” She asked, raising a hand to his forehead, “You’re clammy.” Bryce gently grabbed her hand and kissed the back of it absentmindedly, resulting in a slow grin gracing her pretty features.

“I’m good. I just showered, so my hair is a little wet,” her fingers intertwined with his, and his voice caught in his chest. He cleared his throat, “I-uh...I didn’t want to smell like...well you know.”

“Yeah, I know.”

She bit her lower lip and glanced over his shoulder before leaning up to place a small peck on his lips. It’d been something she’d done numerous times before. But today it felt different. He couldn’t place what the difference was, but as she pulled back from him, he leaned forward to kiss her again. She smiled against his lips, and placed a hand on his chest.

“Down boy,” she laughed, “save some of that energy for later on.”

His first thought was to say “fuck later on” and take her on the hood of his car. The louder second thought reminded him that she wasn’t going anywhere. That this was different. And he nodded, taking a mental step back.

“So what’s the surprise?”

“If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise.”

His hands snaked around her and he rested his forehead on her shoulder. The action was surprisingly intimate, all things considered, “I hate when people say that.”

“You’d think it’d make you ask the question less, then.”

“Hardy-har, smartass.” When she reached up to scratch the back of his head with her nails, he groaned involuntarily and squeezed her, lifting his head to look up at her, “We need to get out of here, and fast.”

Something flashed across her features, and she raised a brow.

“Alright.”

The drive to this supposed secret was a long one. Using Aurora’s GPS directions, the trip led them down numerous winding roads, across a bridge, and through some trees. If he didn’t know any better, he’d guess she was leading him to his own demise. Maybe she was softening up by holding his hand while he steered. And badly singing along to some 90s pop song was just a plot to let his guard down. It was working. She could brandish a knife, and he wouldn’t even notice.

The final destination was a large clearing filled with parked cars, and a large screen projecting some early 00s movie trailers. People milled around, drinking and eating large buckets of popcorn.

“Well shit,” Bryce grinned as he pulled up to an empty spot between two standing speakers, “You brought me to a drive-in?”

Aurora was already unbuckling her seatbelt, “You said you never got to have a normal high school experience. So, I figured we’d make up for lost time. Only if you want to. If you think this is corny, we can do something else.” She paused and turned to him with wide eyes, “You don’t think this is lame, do you?”

Bryce cupped her face in his hands and pressed a loud smack of a kiss on her lips, “Rory, this is perfect.”

As they stood in line waiting to order movie snacks, he looked over at Aurora to find her deep in thought. Her brows were furrowed as she read the menu, and her lips were slightly pursed just begging to be kissed. She muttered something about the prices staying the same for 10 years, completely unaware of the effect she had on him just by existing. Knowing he had a preference for slashers, Aurora brought him to see a double-feature of Scream and I Know What You Did Last Summer which were both favorites of his. He was surprisingly touched that she remembered. He assumed that she may have forgotten those throwaway comments he made. After all, he wasn’t used to people remembering the small details of his life, and he didn’t mention them often. He’d been working so hard for her trust that he didn’t even realize she’d been working to earn his as well, in her own Emery kind of way.

“Caramel corn?” She suddenly said, and he blinked at her in confusion.

“What?”

“Do you want caramel corn? Or kettle corn? I know you like mixing the salty and the sweet. So I’ll get cheddar,” she pointed at the menu, “And you can get the caramel. And we’ll just…” She made a weird gesture, insinuating mixing the two in a bucket. He randomly felt a pang in his stomach and he had to stop himself from doubling over.

Oh.

“Caramel is perfect,” Bryce said, throwing an arm around her shoulder and pulling her closer, “We can do whatever you want.”

Oh no.

She threw him a funny look, but shook her head and chuckled softly, “Okay then.”

Bryce followed her back to the car like a lost puppy, carrying the popcorn while she carried the slurpees, and he felt the pang in his stomach turn into a dull flutter. Seeing Aurora out of her element was something he had to learn to get used to. Within the walls of Edenbrook, she was perpetually serious. You’d be hard pressed to find her laughing or shaking from nerves. She remained calm and level-headed, always logical, and rarely sentimental unless she was with a patient. The first time he saw Aurora lighten up was when she was among their friend group. Though she seemed partially guarded, in hindsight, it was the first time Bryce saw her fully smile. He recognized that she was beautiful, even then. But there was something about the way that she had a smile reserved especially for him that made that smile pale in comparison. There, in the car, she shook the popcorn in a bag vigorously with the dorkiest grin on her face. He wondered if anyone else ever had the chance to see her like this, and he hoped to God they hadn’t.

“You’re gonna tear the bag, Rory,” he said, laughing along with her, “I’ve never seen someone so violent with popcorn. You should’ve just let me do it. With these arms,” he flexed and she rolled her eyes, “It would’ve taken a lot less time.”

“There’s a method to this,” she shook it one last time for good measure, “You don’t want a pile of one flavor at the bottom. It has to be evenly distributed, come on. You should know this.”

She unrolled the bag opening and tilted it in his direction, “See. I know what I’m doing.”

“Yeah, yeah. You’re the genius here.”

“Thank you.” She popped a piece of caramel corn in her mouth.

One thing Aurora failed to share with him was that she was afraid of slashers. She clung to his arm during the tense scenes, hiding her face in his shoulder and jumping when people were killed. During the low moments, Bryce would pull her close and whisper film facts to her, hoping that the realism would make the movies a little more palatable. As the time passed, she relaxed, leaning back into the seat and only slightly jumping when someone died. Her hand slipped into his, and he could feel her pulse race. By the time I Know What You Did Last Summer was over, and Scream was about to begin, half of the popcorn was on the floor from Aurora constantly jumping.

“Why didn’t you tell me you didn’t like these? We could’ve seen something else, Aurora,” Bryce asked.

She shrugged, scooping small handfuls of popcorn and throwing them out of the open window, “I work in a hospital. I thought I could handle it. Plus, I know you like them...I just wanted to do something fun.”

“I don’t think watching you freak out over a killer in a fishing village is fun,” Bryce half-joked, “Even though I did like having you curled up under me. That was a plus.”

She playfully hit him on his arm.

“I’m serious though,” Bryce said, turning to her, “next time, we can do something we both like.”

“I promise, it’s not that serious,” she shrugged, “I did this all the time in high school. It’s par for the course.”

He felt the uncharacteristic sting of minor jealousy, but quickly pushed the feeling away.

“So you just brought cute guys to the drive-in all the time? I didn’t know teen Aurora was such a player.”

She snorted and shook her head, taking a large sip from her slurpee, “Never that. I was in the science club and boys scared me. I came here with my friends. Maybe my parents.” There was a moment of pause and she swirled the straw around in her cup, “You’re the first guy I’ve ever been here with. So I guess this is like a high school redo for me, too. So...thanks for coming here with me.”

Her voice sounded so soft, and he realized she was sharing more about herself without him having to reassure her that it was safe to do it. Without thinking, Bryce leaned across the passenger seat and kissed her, pulling a soft gasp from her lips. His large hand cupped her chin, and she walked her fingers around the back of his neck. She tasted like Blue Raspberry syrup and smelled like sweet coconut and vanilla shampoo. When she pulled away and rested her forehead against his, she smiled at him and pushed some loose hair away from his face.

“What was that for?”

“I just felt like it. I don’t know. I…” he swallowed hard and shut his eyes, “I think…”

Fuck.

He opened his eyes to see her watching him with a concerned expression on her face, “You think…? Did I do something--”

“I think I love you, Aurora.”

[brelione]

More Rafe headcannons because im a hoe for him

He loves to randomly pick you up

Even during arguments sometimes he just picks you up and holds you like a baby like the weirdo he is

He always keeps an eye on your sleep schedule

He stays up quite late and sends you texts about how much he loves you for you to read when you wake up.Sometimes you reply when he sends them and it makes him sad that you're not asleep

When you were making your morning coffee he’d come up behind you,shout “incoming and then pick you up and spin you around

Random things

“Hey-you know what we should do?”You grinned.He turned off his phone,giving you his full attention. “We should take a duck from the park.”

He took care of you when you had a little too much to drink

He’d see you drink and stay sober the rest of the night and vice versa

He tried for your sake to get off the coke but he was addicted to it

He eventually cut down his doses by quite a lot

He was very uncultured so you had to introduce him to music and movies

“You’ve never seen Princess and The Frog?” “Cant say I have.” “UNCULTURED SWINE”

You liked to go through his closet and make fun of the amount of polo shirts

“Why-Rafe,I love you but you have so much money and you choose to wear shirts like this?”You held up the neon green tank top.

He loved the tattoo on your thigh,running his finger along the lines

“Why did you get this?”He asked curiously,running his finger tip across the sunflower.You shrugged. “I had a scar that i wanted to cover up.”You answered.

Lazy morning kisses are a must

When he’s trying to tan out by the pool you hit him on the head with a pool noodle

He tackled you into the pool but somehow you maneuver yourself so he’s giving you a piggy back ride

You make Sarah and Topper play volley ball with you and Rafe in the pool

“Rafe’s like eight feet tall this shit isn't fair!” “SUCKS TO SUCK!”

He’d really like tik tok and try to teach you all the dances

He posts some of them on his tiktok

One in just a compilation of you smiling and clips of you trying to play golf and missing the ball

With the sound “Ive met someone that makes me feel sea sick,oh what a skill to have oh what a skill to have so many things that make her distinctive.”

You didnt know until Wheezie posted it on her snap chat story

You just randomly poke him some times

He did the same to you,lightly poking your boob whenever he got the chance

He was fixing your bikini strap and randomly poked at your tit

“What the hell?”You giggled.He shrugged,grinning. “They’re squishy.”

Adventures to the gas station to get Ben & Jerry’s and slurpees

Once while you two were out together a boy catcalled you.Rafe was about to beat the shit out of the guy when you started barking like a dog.

The guy was so freaked out that he get in his car and just drove away

“You just parked at someone.” “And ill do it again,bitch.”

When he got off the drugs he needed to get adrenaline from something

So you two resorted to taking traffic cones and street signs

And ducks

You literally just picked up a duck,took it into the car and let it walk around the backyard

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These are my first headcanons! I hope you'll like it. It's really hot outside where I live, so if it's the case where you live too, here's some comfort 💙🥤

Bucci Gang dealing with a s/o who can't stand high temperatures

Bruno Bucciarati

Bruno, as a capo, is already well informed on how to take care of his team, and that also includes their well-being on hot summer days. He wants his team to feel as well as possible, in order for them to successfully complete their jobs.

When it comes to his s/o, however, he won't hesitate to be a little more demonstrative.

If you forget to drink, don't worry, Bruno will make sure you hydrate yourself a lot. You will find a fresh bottle of water on your nightstand when you wake up, with a word of Bruno saying that he stored plenty others in the fridge if you need any.

If you ever feel dizzy, Bruno will make you lay down and will put a fresh cloth over your forehead.

"Cara, I don't want you to exhaust yourself."

After putting on a ventilator, he will lay down to your side and pepper your shoulder and cheek in light kisses.

Leone Abbacchio

Leone, as the goth he is, doesn't really like sunny hot days. He will stay inside with you as much as you want, watching TV, listening to some music, whatever you want.

This man is not very talkative, but will ask you from time to time if you've hydrated yourself enough. He trusts you to do it on your own.

If you are near passing out due to not taking care of yourself properly, he will not hesitate to scold you. Do not get him wrong, though : he simply hates seeing the people he loves in pain.

During these days, he cares more about your well-being than his, but he actually tolerates high temperatures more than you.

If you don't listen to his advice, he will call Bucciarati to help him make you listen.

"Hey, I don't want you to pass out. Look at me, y/n. Take this glass of water. Drink it all, c'mon."

He blames the sun for making you feel this way. If he is drunk, he will swear at it.

Guido Mista

The moment you came home from your mission, he panicked : "Babe, you don't seem really fine. Is everything okay?"

After you explain to him that you really can't stand the temperatures, he will be at your side right away, helping you to get your shoes off.

He hurriedly takes you to the kitchen and opens the fridge. When he hands you a slurpee, you can't help but smile. It was blue electric, your favorite flavor : raspberry. Mista takes one for himself as well.

As you two drink down your slurpees, he will ask questions about your mission and tell you about his day. He is so relieved to see you safe and sound, and before you go to bed that night, he will demand you to drink lots of water before he gives you your goodnight kiss.

Narancia Ghirga

Like you, Narancia does not really tolerates high temperatures. That's why he drinks a lot of fresh sodas. Caprisuns, 7ups, you name it. He will share his sodas with you, but when you tell him that these sugary drinks can actually dehydrate you more than anything, he'll pout.

"But it's so good. I feel hydrated when I take a sip!!"

You'll nod, but you know that after a moment, these devilish Caprisuns will have the best of him. So, you decide to take two big bottles of water for the two of you and convince him to try that, at least for an hour.

Because Narancia loves you, he will agree. When he sees that you feel better in the evening, he will feel guilty for not taking care of you a little bit more.

He will go on a shopping spree with you to buy water, summer clothes, and at the end of the day, you two will indulge in some orange flavored ice cream.

Narancia will also gladly use Aerosmith to make some wind in your shared room.

Pannacotta Fugo

Fugo knows everything about the way high temperatures can affect the human body.

You won't have to complain to him first, because when you wake up, he will already give you a bunch of advice for you to get through this hot summer day.

He will be happy if you follow them, but if you do not, he'll be a bit worried, and he'll check your temperature a few times throughout the day.

"Y/n, you have to eat at least a little bit. I know this heat makes you feel like you're not hungry, but your body actually needs nutrients. A light dinner will do, because we don't want to make you more tired with complex digestion."

As you thank him and grab some healthy food, he will smile and give you a shy kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you, amore."

When the night comes, Fugo will make sure you're comfortable enough to fall asleep. If not, he will grab a book and read it to you, trying to distract you two for a little while before you're ready to sleep.

Giorno Giovanna

Don Giovanna does not have much time, but when he manages to be with you, he does his best to pamper you.

When he sees you're not feeling well, he will make a rose appear from nowhere and offer it to you. Then, he will slide his arm under yours, and gently lead you to the bathroom.

Giorno will run a fresh bath for you : not warm at all, but not too cold. Golden Requiem will appear and transform the walls into a beautiful, flowery structure with interlacing leaves.

You are then quite satisfied to plunge yourself into a cold, minty scented bath, while Giorno will give you a fresh drink of gazpacho.

"The best in town, mio fiore."

As you drink the delicious beverage and close your eyes, Giorno will hum a lullaby just for you. You've never felt more at peace than now.

[neversatisfiedwithlife]

Cazzie questions!

1. Who has the worse sense of direction?

2. Who eats pineapple on their pizza?

3. Who has the perpetually-cracked phone screen?

4. How do they take their coffee?

5. Are they cat or dog people?

6. Who schedules trips down to the last detail and who packs an hour before leaving?

7. Most likely to wear odd socks?

8. Most likely to forget to lock the door after leaving the house?

9. Who’s the clumsiest?

10. Who’s the Cold Hands Person and who’s the Warm Hands Person?

(Sorry these are so inconsistent!)

Most likely to:

Ahhh thank you so much!!! No need for apology about randomness, we love random 😌👌

Most likely to have the worst sense of direction: I'd say Izzie, she makes the comment she's a Klutz (I also feel that Casey is the person who needs to drive somewhere only once and then she memorizes how to get there)

Most likely to eat pineapple on their pizza: Definitely Izzie, Casey is not letting pineapple anywh near her pizza, that's unacceptable. (Izzie would totally try and get Casey to tried it but Casey would be adamant "izzie are you nuts! Fruit does not belong on pizza, it's inhumane" And Izzie would roll her eyes)

Most likely to always have a cracked phone screen: definitely Izzie, well one Sam would always have a new screen protector for Casey and with that comes the talk. ( I feel like he'd lecture her on how important it is to take care of it. And having to year that conversation once was enough for her.)

Coffee orders: (we have seen izz with coffee??) Anyways, Izzie I don't feel does much adding to it. Just a little creamer, milk and some sugar. HOT. Casey: she likes iced coffees definitely, even when it's cold and Izzie loves that about her. She gets drinks that "barely taste like coffee"...add caramel, add whipped cream blah blah, make it a literal treat.

Cat or dog person: Izzie is definitely a cat person, she loves dogs that aren't her own but can't see herself with a dog. A cat that comes and goes and can be left on it's own accord? Amazing. Kitty nuzzles are amazing to her, she would gush to Casey about the idea of reading while getting to pet a cat that CHOSE to sit in her lap. Casey I think would actually also be a cat person. Yes she loves Dewey, of course, but also the idea that cats can kind of be independent but coexist in the same space.

Most likely to last minute pack: I actually think Casey would last minute pack, she would put off packing so much. Her and Izzie would sit down and make a list together but then Casey would groan at the mention of actually packing.

Most likely to obsessively plan a trip: I think Izzie would ideally like to have the details about the plan, but Casey would just naturally kind of fall into place as Elsa's daughter; checking everything and making sure nothing's going to get screwed up or nothing about it got entered wrong. Maybe like "Izzie you made sure to check the plane tickets? What's the weather usually like? Hotel dates match up with our ticket? I'll call to make sure nothing got screwed up with the hotel entries. They do that sometimes you know?"

Most likely to wear odd socks: If by odd you mean mismatched none, if by odd you mean "fancy" socks with designs than definitely Izzie. I could see her having a drawer full of a handful of cute socks, they bring her comfort in an add way (*clears throat* she has one pair that reminds her of each of her siblings. And then she has one that reminds her of Sam, it'd be something blue or arctic themed. Casey would find the drawer and Izzie would feel slightly embarrassed. She never thought of telling anyone, especially not anyone of the stuck up people at clayton, Casey is different though, obviously, Casey is her girlfriend. Casey asks about each pair and truly listens. At the end she says "guess we'll have to find a pair with some slurpees on it" or something to symbolize them.)

Most likely to forget to lock the door: I'd say Casey would be super eager to get out of the house so she'd forget. Izzie would do the check the knod to make sure it's locked thing, right after clearly pulling her key from the key hole.

Who's the clumsiest: Izzie, I think Izzie at some point has definitely stumbled going up or down the stares at the gardner's.

Most likely to have cold hands: though I say in general Casey runs colder Izzie actually has cold hands. (I can hear Casey saying "Izz your hands are freezing" and like shivering away from her touch. She takes Izzie's hands and like try's to warm them up with her own. Izzie would laugh and shake her head "you're an idiot" Izzie would say affectionately, "they're always like that, but thank you.")

[acioo]

( PART ONE HERE ) & ( PART TWO HERE ) here are EVEN MORE NINE CHARACTER BASES ( label & background & personality ), all of whom i have played out in the past. they expand beyond ‘ the queen bee ‘ and ‘ the awkward nerd ‘ because i think as a community we’re all tired of the cliche bull, so have some of my most fun & most subversive times. these are for inspiration purposes as well as admin purposes. if you are going to use these in an rph setting, i request credit, but otherwise, it’s not necessary. ( all details viable to change ; pinterest board links available for all of them - if you are interested in my characters, see my muse page )  TW : violence, alcohol, drugs, child neglect, murder, death, abuse, kidnapping, adultery

001.      THE GOLDEN CHILD TURNED DARK — you grow up golden. you’re the oldest child of the best psychic in town and no one likes to remember it. your childhood is a string of choir practices and photoshoots and sleepovers only ever at other people's homes. ( you sometimes wonder whether your home is even a home at all, for it is vast and cold and unsettling ground at the best of times, and a war ground at the worst of times. ) your mother’s a showman and you are more party favor than you are human, most of the time. for you, they will forget her black cats and tarot decks and smoke screens. you are too good to ever be apart of such foolishness, right, sweetheart? you’d never put your hands in something like that, we know. you’ll smile and nod; you try not to think about the way that you share your mother’s same big eyes. the fact that as she gets older, the more sense she makes. how sometimes, inexplicably, more often than not, she is right in one way or another. that your mother is playing god and winning, and sometimes you let her take your hands and take your energy, and you are winning too. they’d never suspect the dirt on your hands like they suspect your little sister, who never had the patience for your mother's whims and wishes and stays bitter about the way people treat her. sometimes you can’t stand her for still being kind to you when you know it’s not fair that she’s on the outcasts of society when people treat you like a god. when you hear the blonde cheerleader with full lips call your little sister an ‘arrogant fucking occultist,’ you’ll beat the shit out of her until it takes two of the football players to tear you off. you’ll have a heart to heart with her about it later, where she stares at you in fear and you in guilt. she doesn’t press charges but you become the first class president to ever get expelled. you never tell your sister, even though she begs to know. hell, sometimes you don’t even know. it’s your mother’s work on you and you know it. some cosmic karma for playing with things she shouldn’t. your sanity for the sake of a little bit of power. you’ll don your mother’s long dark gloves. her heavy veils. you’ll become a fixture at the haunted home at the end of the block.

002.    THE FLIGHTLESS BIRD — your mother tongue is not your mother’s mother tongue and you never manage to remember this fact. your cousins are a world away, but you’re glad they are. they love to mock you and your shiny, pristine life away from everything that was once your mother’s pride and culture and family all wrapped in one. you’re not enough of an immigrant but this isn’t your homeland, either. you can’t help it, though. you fit in like a new dress. your whole life, all everyone has ever wanted to do was try you on for size. for what it’s worth, you’ve grown used to being tossed aside, even if it doesn’t make it hurt any less. your grandmother, who crossed continents because she missed your smile, likes to say that your curse is your love of humanity, but you think it’s that humanity doesn't love you back. no matter how hard you try you can’t hold on to that helium balloon called happiness and all your broken bridges trail behind you singing a siren song trying to take you home, but you don’t think you have a home. where would it be? your birthplace, where everyone looks like you but no one really gets you, or where you grew up, where you know everyone but sometimes wish you didn’t. your mother tells you to grow up. that you remind her so much of her sister, who weaves tales all marked with complicated, who your grandmother will reference with one finger to her temple in a swirled motion. your mother doesn’t do complicated, and you’ve never been anything but, which you think is probably why she spent so much time at work, and not with you. you’re okay. you adapt. it’s all you know how to do.

003.     THE HEIR — before you are even born, you have a reputation. your last name is the brand you’re not sure you ever wanted. when your mother was twenty-five she inherited the title of head of the crime family she was born in. the crime family that runs the east coast. when you are twenty-five, you’ll drink until your heart beats thunderously in your chest. when you are twenty-five, your best friend will comment about how unfair it is that your life has never been yours, that tomorrow you will be gone forever, that you will have to dedicate your entire life to running something you weren’t even born to run, and you will beat her to death and live to regret it. when you are born, you are not mommy’s little heir. you’re second in line. your big brother’s love shines down on you. he’s different than you, or your little brothers who have a sickening taste for this kind of life. he’s kind. before you can grow to understand that he is the best of your family, your mother cuts him out with a single dinner party and you won’t see him again until you’re sixteen and he shows up outside your school with an expensive leather jacket on and tries to beg you to come with him and get away from this life you’ve been saddled with. you will look him in his eyes and ask him, trembling, fingers playing with the hem of your skirt, eyes blurry with tears, “have we met?” your mother raises you to be strong. unflinching in the eyes of adversity. knives nestled into your boots, blood dripping from your mouth, a smile on your lips, the first gift you ever get is the lives of the men who kidnap you when you are thirteen. you’re so angry in a way your brother never understood how to be. you’re so angry you don’t know what you’re angry about anymore. your lot in life? your family? your personality? the fact that you understand violence, deeply and intimately? that you invite violence into your bed? that it does not make you flinch and you cannot, will not remember a time that it did? you will never be normal. this is your normal. it’s an inheritance and it’s yours. an inheritance worth a life.

004.     THE GONE BOY — your mother tells you that you were born in the winter. she tells you that she thinks a piece of winter got into your soul. that she’s afraid you’ll never move past it. you’ll shrug your shoulders and smile at her. you try not to think about it too much and you do a pretty good job of it. she sees too much of herself in you to be happy. all her worst parts, the kind she didn’t bring into your parent's marriage. you’re the youngest child. the favorite, or at least you were until you got old enough to have a rightful personality. your older siblings envy the fact that your moms are still together while their parents don’t live in the same states. you’re supposed to be the best one yet because they’ve had a lot of practice by the time you rolled around, but all you’ve ever done is make problems for yourself. you take joy in finding ways to piss people off. when you’re thirteen, you’ll bleach your hair white and your mama’s face when she sees it is something you treasure so deeply. when you’re fifteen, you’ll come home from school high as a kite and telling your mother your eyes are red from crying is better than the truth. mama will understand crying, but you’re supposed to be the golden child with the pretty blue eyes. their perfect little experiment and you just want to scream because you know, you fucking know, but the fact of the matter is that you’ve never really cared. you’re more you than you will ever be them and half of them is glad but the other half is indignant and the bad side is louder. you can understand that. all your bad side is, is loud. they ask who you are, and you’ll always tell the truth. they just wished that you hadn’t.

005.     THE TSUNAMI — you hit the news at sixteen years old. the littlest heir of the biggest chain of luxury hotels across the west coast. your mother didn’t want this life for you, but you’ve never given it much thought. all you’ve ever cared about it is waves that crash just right and that marvelous feeling you get when it’s so early in the morning that no one else is awake but the birds are chirping and the sun is peaking out. you’re simple in that way. people like complicated, but for the first sixteen years of your life, you are anything but. you like surfing and you like kissing whoever you want and saying fuck wherever you want. your first best friend starts a smear campaign against you after you break her heart by outgrowing her. she’ll say whatever she likes, and most of it you can acknowledge has some truth to it. you’re popping pills ( adderall's a hell of a drug, baby, you’ll croon out to her, mouth spinning around the straw of your slurpee ) and you’re always crawling back to your mommy. people are enthralled by you. they want something from you that you never cared to give. you’re peculiar in a way they want to write about or scream about, but you don’t have time for any of it. you never meant to hurt anyone, really, ever at all. you’re more baby bird on the verge of flight than you are spoiled brat with hundreds in your wallet.

006.     THE GREEK TRAGEDY — you’re the og child prodigy. one of the most famous ever and if you had a normal childhood, you would come to understand the consequences of this. you wonder about it. would you have cracked under all that pressure or would you have been a diamond? some ivy league college before you hit puberty, saving the world, and making sure everyone knows it, all the while? you never find out. when you’re still a child, you’ll wander off. that itself is not a problem. you always wander. you live in the middle of nowhere because your parents are fancy, famous scientists with more money than you will ever need and your house is surrounded by nature. you prefer that to the marble columns. the problem is that you wander and you are found, but it’s not who you should be. by the time everyone realizes you’re missing, properly, milk-cartoon, headlines on the morning news missing, you’re out of the state. you’ll be everywhere. your face, your story. you won’t realize this until you’re seventeen, but they looked for you. everyone looked for you. no matter how many years had passed, everyone still waited for you with bated breath. you won’t get to be a child prodigy, but you will get to be something else. a killer. the man who finds you has hands coated in blood and he wants to make sure you do too. before you know anything, you know violence. your intelligence is no longer the most important thing about you. in fact, it’s not even mentioned. he wants to know how powerful you can swing, how silently you can sneak up beside someone, and with how much force you can dig in a knife. you forget your old life. your parent’s kind smiles. your sister's gentle hands. the way everyone knew your name. now, you have no name and you have no story, just someone to follow. there are others like you, who got taken away by him, but he doesn’t like you guys hanging around much. you’re not the favorite, and he never fails to tell you this. you’re too you. he will hit you and you will spit blood with a smile on your face. a part of you will always be free, and you tell him this. all he does is hit you again. when you’re seventeen, he’ll leave you in the city and tell you not to come home without blood on your hands. you go to a diner, sit at the counter and pray they don’t make your dirty self leave as you sip orange juice. the news plays. celebrity marriage. robbery. and, suddenly, an anniversary, eight years to the day since a child with your cheekbones disappeared off the face of the earth. it all floods back and you’re left reeling. in a short period of a few months, you will escape from his hand. you will also very, very nearly die by his hand. you will go home. they never stopped waiting.

007.     THE FALLEN PRINCESS — you don’t look goddamn anything like your siblings. it’s the first thing people say when meeting you and your mother's smile will always tighten around the edges. you’re tall and blonde and shining and they’re all pale skin and brown hair with the same roman noses and aura of power. you get the family's mossy green eyes but nothing else. your mother always dismisses it as a fluke and your father never mentions it, though you never fail to notice how his eyes always skim over you. you just attribute it to the wrongness in you. the one they never stop talking about. physical proof that you’re the black sheep of the royal family. it’s your eighteenth birthday when your mother sits you in her waiting room and tells you that almost two decades ago, she had a brief and passionate fling with one of their country’s soldiers before he went into the war and was never seen again. it all makes sense but you wish you could just go back to before she ever told you. everything pieces together. you’re a mar on the family's reputation and their dirty little secret in plain sight. your father is not your father and he’s only ever acted like it. you’re a living product of your mother’s whims, which he never fails to mention are his least favorite of your mother’s qualities. it only makes you worse. the royal terror, they call you. you’re the youngest of the family, the little asshole with a less than little drinking problem, and eventually, it becomes an open secret of your lineage. word gets around fast in a kingdom like yours, but it isn’t even yours anymore, really. one of your hands reaches out for a crown that will never really be yours but still sits heavy on your head.

008.     THE STORYTELLER — you’re five years old and your mother tells your uncle that one day, you two will have screaming matches loud enough to wake the neighborhood. you’re ten and your big sister tells you that sometimes she doesn’t even know who you are, that you’re a cycling door at best and a rolled dice at worst. you’re thirteen and the doctor tells you he knows you’re an intelligent kid, but he wishes you would act like it. you’re a rolling stone of your own. you like screaming and fighting and no one likes that side of you. the dirty, loud one, the one you really weren’t raised to have, but sometimes when your mother isn’t around to call bullshit you’ll say is a product of moving so much as a kid, or of your dad never being around, or of never fitting in the right way. but it’s quite possible that you were just born this way. with some kind of fire in your soul that has never been quiet enough for you to hear yourself think, or at the very least, hear before you run your mouth. your mouth which more often than not will leave you stranded in fights and in relationships you don’t know how to get out of. you like causing a ruckus. flirting with people you shouldn’t, drinking honestly excessive amounts of alcohol, saying fuck around your abuelos just to see the looks of horror on their faces. you’ve been told both that you have a big heart and that you’re a big bitch, and it makes sense because you’ve always been bigger than life in one way or another. too much for people to swallow with ease, so they usually just don’t try. you’re fine with that. you have enough try in your for both of you guys.

009.     THE RICH KID ADDICT — the first thing you remember is your mother. you must be four or five, sitting next to her on the fancy dining chairs, dressed in perfect little church clothes and your feet not reaching the floor. you asked her what daddy was talking about. all you hear is angry and death and destruction and revenge. your mother tells you in her soft voice, her matching eyes quivering with something that is not fear but rather pity, that your daddy has a curse. you learn much about this curse over the rest of your life. it makes your father not a father. an angry bitter man who shouts at you to get the hell out of his lab, to get out of his sight for a few nights, to stop asking so many questions. there are periods of reprieve that you never understand. your father’s happy again, hanging out with his best friend who you thought he loathed, wearing hawaiian print and having the same kind of smile you used to have before things got so hard all the time. but then it’s all over again. you’re sixteen, doing astrophysics homework in the living room while sipping on sangria in a stemless wine glass when things will come to a head. your father’s bad again, but he’s pleading with you, saying baby, baby, just come to the lab, just come see what i’ve done this time. this is new, so on even feet you’ll follow him in, until he wraps a handcuff around your wrist and puts the other one around his lab chair. you scream and you bang things, but no one’s there to hear you. your mother’s at a conference call in miami. your father tells you it’s fine, it’ll all be okay, and you beg him, please, daddy, please just let me go. he takes out a syringe and it’s green and big and you scream and thrash, and then you wake up in your bed. you feel the same and look the same, but you rip the doorknob off its hinges. when you cut your finger in engineering it heals up in seconds. you feel more awake, more real than you ever had, but worse than ever. he poisoned you and you’re not you anymore. you can’t cope with it, but his eyes shine with pride whenever he sees you around the house. you drink to forget it all and you become a cliche, but you’re never sober enough to be aware of it. a bit of beer on most nights and a lot on the weekends turns into pills and bottles and long nights, until your mother’s divorcing your father and it’s psychiatrist offices and failure notices and tabloids.

[jungshookz]

ok but like what if jungkook and y/n are at a hockey match and a kiss cam lands on them but they're both strangers

➺ pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

➺ genre: biRTHDAY-themed fluff that is so utterly sweet you will undoubtedly get like ten cavities after reading this; tae demolished a whole serving of cheesy fries and he’s not feeling so good mr stark; namjoon & y/n bond over the fact that they just don’t get hockey   

➺ wordcount: 4.6k

➺ note: happy birthday to the man that not only owns my heart but also my whOLE ass!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! oh my goD i love him!!!!!!!!!!!! u ruin my life but also make it ten times better!!!!!!!!

(gif isn’t mine!)

                                      ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

“remind me again why jimin couldn’t come with you instead?” you scowl when someone bumps into you from behind and you instinctively reach down to pull your purse to your front

…what??

you haven’t cashed in your latest paycheque and you don’t want anyone steaLing your hard-earned money

you stumble into tae’s back when someone knocks into you again

you would think that people would have the common decency to be a little more polite but no

this is so not your scene

plus you saw an army of ants feasting on the carcass of a cockroach in the washroom and you immediately hightailed it ouT of there

your bladder is just going to have to wait til you return to safety of your own toilet

tae told you he’d be happy to chug down a gallon of soda and give you the cup to pee in and you nearly considered it because that would probably be cleaner than the washrooms here

“because- yeah, two forks, please - because he had some dumb work thing that he couldn’t skip out on and i wasn’t going to waste my front row tickets!” tae scoffs as if it’s the most obvious answer in the world

well

that’s fair, you suppose

“you really couldn’t invite anybody else? i was your next choice?” you cling to the back of tae’s jersey because everyone keeps shoving into you and you feel like you’re going to be carriEd away by a hoard of sweaty hockey fans if you don’t hold on to something

you don’t mean to sound ungrateful because it is really nice of taehyung to have invited you to this apparently suPer big-deal of a hockey game (you’re pretty sure the fans here would rip each other apart to get their hands on a front row ticket) but like ?///???

you aren’t exactly a super enthusiastic sports person

sure, you’ll watch a couple matches if it’s on the tv while you’re cleaning up your apartment or if you just need some noise in the apartment but it’s not something that you actively seek out to watch

if anything you’re 100% more likely to watch spongebob squarepants over a sports game

you just don’t see the appeal of watching grown men (anD women! ur a feminist! girls are great!) gliding around on ice clickity-clacking a tiny puck here and there with wooden sticks while very aggressively shOving into each other at the same time  

also the names of the hockey teams are always so dumb

you could probably come up with a better hockey team name because all you have to do is pick an adjective and then pick an animal

the screaming giraffes

the wailing whales

the condescending toads

you would pay good money to watch a match between the screaming giraffes and the wailing whales

you’re not sure if the condescending toads would make a good name now that you think about it  

“aw, c’mon! it’s not like you had any other plans, anyways.” tae raises a brow at you and you immediately scoff

he has a good point.,.,., but stiLL

“i totally had plans!”

“ordering a party sized serving of chicken alfredo and garlic bread and watching netflix doesn’t count as plans.”

…okay anoTHer good point

the seats that you guys got are actually pretty good

you’re located right in the middle so you get an equal view of the goal on the right and the goal on the left

it’s not like you’re going to be paying attention to the game but still

very nice!

“can you believe we only had to pay $5 for all of this?” tae laughs lightly in disbelief as he rubs his hands together and looks down at the foot-long hot dog sitting on his lap

“…it should be concerning that we got all of this for $5.” you mutter under your breath and stare down at the plastic-looking cheese smothered over the fries

you told tae not to go overboard with the food but of course he didn’t listen to you which is why you guys are sharing a foot-long chilli cheese dog anD an extra large order of chilli cheese fries and a slurpee served in a literal bucket

usually you’d be down to inhale all of this but uh

you don’t want to sound snooty or anything but you saw one of the employees accidentally drop an entire bag of cheese into the pot before quickly fishing it out with their bare hands and you’re pretty sure that’s a health code violation

you mentioned it to tae and he said it wasn’t a big deal and- well, he’s already starting to scarf down the hot dog

side note

these fries are actually really good

you stab a few more of them with your fork before shovIng the biteful into your mouth and gently dabbing some cheese sauce off your chin with your napkin

just because you’re starving doesn’t mean all your manners are going to fly out the damn window

you didn’t eat breakfast this morning so this is a great first meal

“vou know what fhe beft part iv of sitting in the front?” tae asks through a faT mouthful of hot dog and you immediately wince in respond

men are disgusting

“what?” you reach over to wipe tae’s mouth with a napkin because both his hands are occupied by the almost offensively large hotdog

he swallows his bite before licking some chilli from the corner of his mouth

again

men are disgusting

“sometimes the hockey players get sLammed right up against the protective shield right in front of us.” tae gestures to the clear plastic panels separating the crowd from the rink “and if you’re really lucky, you get to see someone lose a tooth or something!”

you immediately make a face

“wha- how is that-“

“jungkook, over here! i found our seats!” you glance over for a second when someone quite literally scReams out loud for their friend

and then you’re turning to face tae again

“as i was saying,” you pause for a brief second when tae reaches over to take the fries from you, “how the hell is that the best part about sitting in the fr-“

you jump in surprise when what feels like a whole handful of popcorn suddenly scatters down on your head and onto your lap

oh coMe ON

you just washed your hair this morning!!!!!

the crumbs are going to look like you have veRy bad dandruff

also this is heavily buTTERED popcorn which means that the grease stains on your jeans are probably going to be there for the rest of your life

and these jeans were expeNSIVE

>:-(

this hockey game is not a very fun experience so far

“oh shit, sorry!”

“it’s all good, it’s all good…” you mutter as you flick a kernel of popcorn off your shoulder

yep

there’s a speck of grease on your sweater

greAt

“just be careful with that drink of yours because i-“ you look up to-

o-oh

OH

oh god

oh god the popcorn guy is cute

and not just cute

he’s like.,,. he’s suPER CUTE

round brown eyes

obscenely perfectly tousled black hair

he definitely looks to be around your age which is a big fat bonus

although that colour-block hoodie of his is making him look a lot younger you still think it’s safe to say he’s probably around your age

“sorry, miss… the plastic lids here are flimsy as hell and mine keeps popping off so you can’t blame me if i get you wet!” the guy flashes you a boyish smile and you feel your mouth go dry

oh dear lord

have mercy

“hey- you want extra chilli on your half of the hot dog?” you’re rudely poPped out of your little bubble when taehyung suddenly elbows your side

“wh- what? what?” you tear your eyes away from the handsome stranger who’s making himself comfortable in the seat right next to you before clearing your throat and looking over at tae

“extra chilli!” tae chirps and raises your half of the hot dog up a little

he already finished his half which isn’t a huge surprise

to be honest he was going to just go ahead and finish the hot dog but he figured it’d be nice to at least offer you a bite

“-i even asked for an extra little container of chopped up onions because i know you like-“

“no!” you blurt out and whack the container of onions out of tae’s hand causing it to smAck against the plastic divider before clattering to the ground

the two of you blink down at it

tae purses his lips before subtly kicking as much of it as possible under his seat

“i, um, i’m actually not that hungry. you can finish the hot dog.” you clear your throat again before unscrewing the lid of your bottle of water and taking a tentative, ladylike sip

“…what are you talking about? you were going to town on those cheesy fries like five seconds ago- oW-“

“jungkook, over here! i found our seats!” jungkook perks up when he sees namjoon waving him over

aH

there he is!

he was starting to get worried that namjoon wandered off somewhere or somehow locked himself in the supply closet or something

namjoon put him in charge of snack duty and he went aLL out

popcorn? check!

roasted peanuts? double check!

blue-flavoured slurpee? triple check!

he actually ended up getting two drinks because namjoon likes to bite the straw and jungkook doesn’t want to share a drink with a straw-biter

“here, i’ll take the peanuts and my drink-“ namjoon plucks the paper bag and the plastic cup cradled in jungkook’s arms before he steps aside to let him squeeze into the aisle

namjoon actually won these hockey game tickets from a raffle at work and jungkook almost exploded with joy when he invited him to come and watch it with him

it was actually pretty perfect timing because the game just so happened to land on jungkook’s birthday

namjoon gave jungkook the best birthday present and he didn’t even have to spend a dime

:’)

“s’cuse me, sorry-“ jungkook weasels his way in between the aisles and carefully steps over people’s legs as he makes his way to his seat exciTEdly

he’s never been to a live sports game before!!!

and he’s definitely never been in the froNt row of anything before!!!!

two birds with one fAt stone!

also he-

“oh shit, sorry!” he gasps when he accidentally tips his carton of popcorn a little bit causing it to land all over the stranger seated next to his spot

shiT

there goes half his popcorn

he’s not going to go back up to the concessionary stand to get more popcorn because the game is about to start and the line is probably still half a mile long

“it’s all good, it’s all good…” jungkook winces to himself and feels his cheeks heat up a little as he watches you brush the popcorn to the ground

yikes

he’s about to sit down when suddenly you speak up again “just be careful with that drink of yours because i-“

jungkook feels his heart skip a beat when you look up at him

oh wowie you’re pretty  

…he just spilt his greasy popcorn all over a very pretty girl

double yikes

it’s fine

just play it cool

he can play it cool

“sorry…” jungkook raises his cup a little “the plastic lids here are flimsy as hell and mine keeps popping off so you can’t blame me if i get you wet!”

he immediately pales as soon as that tumbles out of his mouth

wha-

what the HELL was that?!?!?!

out of all the things he could’ve said

his three and a half brain cells came up with thAT

you can’t blame me if i get you wet???????

you probably think he’s some kind of weird peRVERT now

luckily your boyfriend starts talking to y-

huh

you have a boyfriend

of course you have a boyfriend

jungkook lets out a little huff before plopping down on the plastic seat

whatever >:-(

namjoon leans over and glances into the popcorn bag before frowning

damnit

he just wanted some popcorn

:-(

“holy shiT, did you see that backhand????” tae practically screeches as he reaches over and slaps your arm aggressively “y/n, did you see it????”

“i saw- i sAW it, i saw it!” you scowl and smack his hands away from you

“oh my god, that was legEndary-“

you can barely hear tae’s enthusiastic blabbering because all you can hear is the sound of skates shrEdding up the ice and the sound of the puck being whacked back and forth and also cheers and whOops from all of these diehard fans

you honestly have no idea what the hell is going on right now

all you know is that the two teams are tied right now and everYone’s getting frustrated

you’re not sure which team you should be rooting for so you’re just basing it off of which uniform you like better

in other words, you’re cheering on the pUrpLe team!

also no one’s been smacked up against the plastic divider yet which is a huge relief because you’re not sure if you want to see anyone lose any teeth today

“will you cut it out?? your future girlfriend probably isn’t going to appreciate it if you’re practically beating her up-“

jungkook perks up immediately when he hears that come out of your mouth

aH

so that guy isn’t your boyfriend!

nice!!!!!

that means he still has a chance even though he dumped like a pound of popcorn on you and almost drenched you in his blue-flavoured slurpee

also he didn’t mean to eavesdrop

it’s just hard noT to eavesdrop when you’re sitting right next to him

he’s been paying attention to the game because duH but also he keeps thinking about how cute u look when you have a mouthful of french fries

also

now he knows that your name is y/n which is actually pretty fitting

you look like a y/n

it’s cute!

on an unrelated note

u smell rly nice but he can’t quite put his finger on what that particular scent is

jungkook’s nose twitches

hm

“what do you mean the game isn’t over yet??” you groan and plop yourself back down in the seat “there was an intermission like half an hour ago!!!”

“there are two intermissions, you whiney baby!”  tae scowls

you need to chill

you’re acting like watching a hockey game is equivalent to getting your teeth pulled out

you’re being a bABy

if he can sit through hours and houRS of your reality tv shows you can sit through one hockey game

“so…” namjoon pauses for a second “the game… isn’t over?”

“nope! there’s one more round.” jungkook chirps and shovels a handful of popcorn into his mouth

“oh.” namjoon slumps back in his seat a little

he thought the game was over

to be honest he was ready to leave before the first intermission but jungkook looked like he was having the time of his life so he decided to wait it out  

“so what are we supposed to do now?” namjoon furrows his brows “do they just expect us to wait and do nothing?”

“well, no, they’re doing that thing where-“ jungkook immediately chokes when he suddenly sees his face on the jumbotron

and unsurprisingly

your face is also on the jumbotron

“y/n-“

“hold on, i’m about to beat my high score-“ your tongue pokes out in concentration as you focus on your very intense session of tetris

“y/n-“ tae hisses and punches your arm

“ow!” you whine and rub your sore arm

tae’s been hitting you for the duration of the whole game and you’re pretty sure your arm is about to fall off

he needs to cut it out

he knoWs you bruise like a pEACH

“-what did i tell you about hitting me???” you put your phone down and turn to glare at tae

“you’re on the- look!!!!” tae points to the front and-  

you immediately pale when you realise that yes, that is most definitely your face on the jumbotron right now, and yes, you and jungkook, the very handsome stranger that you definitely already have a crush on, are currently trapped inside of a big pinK heart with the words ‘KISS CAM’ floating on top of the heart

oh god

you can’t kiss him

you still taste like cheesy fries

and your lips are chapped

and your tongue is stained blue from the slurpee

you can’T KISS HIM

and also he’s a literal stranger but most importantly you are not in the right state to be kisSEd right NOW

“oh, no-“ you shake your head quickly before making a slicing gesture over your neck “we’re not- we’re not together!”

jungkook glances at you for a brief second and he can sEe the panic in your eyes

okay

he was down to kiss you but obviously you don’t feel the same way which is totally understandable but stiLL

oh well

he might as well join in on the protesting

“right, yeah- we don’t know each other!” jungkook shakes his hand at the camera and you flash a sheepish smile at the camera before shrugging

the crowd immediately erupts into boos and you immediately scoff before turning to face the people behind you

“excuse-” you gawk when someone has the audacity to thrOW a handful of popcorn down at you guys “-excuse you!”

you turn back to face the camera and shake your head before holding your arms up and crossing one over the other

“sorry! we’re not going to kiss!!!!!!!!”

you shoot a glare in tae’s direction when he joins in on the booing

sometimes you don’t know why you’re friends with him because he’s literally suCH a moRON

“seriously, we’re not- oh, okay-“ you let out a breath of relief when the camera moves away from the two of you

you immediately slump back in your seat

phEW

that was a close call

if ur going to kiss jungkook it’s going to be because he wantS to kiss you and noT because he’s being forCed to kiss you

“sorry about that…” he turns to look at you and you immediately perk up

“no, you have nothing to apologise for! don’t sweat it.” you laugh lightly and shake your head before digging through your purse for a stick of gum

your breath still tastes like cheesy fries and it’s not very pleasant

“i, uh, i’m jungkook, by the way.” jungkook sticks his hand out for you to shake

oh

he’s… introducing himself to you

…does that mean… he might be… interested in you…?

hM

much to think about

you take his hand gently before offering him a shy smile “i’m y/n.”

“and i’m taehyung!” tae leans over and shoots jungkook a boxy smile “i would shake your hand but my fingers are still sticky with cheese.”

your eyes flutter shut and you pinch the bridge of your nose

kim taehyung is the absolute bane of ur existence

“it’s nice to meet you guys. uh, this is-“ jungkook glances over his shoulder “this is namjoon!”

“hey, hi.” namjoon smiles politely and nods to the both of you in acknowledgement “are you guys big hockey fans?”

“i’m not, but tae is-“ you laugh lightly and namjoon’s eyes liGht up

“i’m not that big of a fan either! i honestly don’t really get it!“

“right??” you gasp in excitement because now you have someone you can actually talk to about this stuff “what’s the big deal with a group of grown men gliding around and-“

“i know!! also i always lose track of where the puck is-“

taehyung and jungkook lean back slightly to give each other the same looks of ‘do you hear what i’m hearing right now?’

“i don’t see what the point is of having two intermissions-“ you nearly jump ten feet into the air when the crowd suddenly buRsts into cheers and for a second you think it’s because the game is resuming

but nO

because take a WILD guess as to whose faces are up on the jumbotron aGAIN

“wha- are you people serious?!” you gawk as you stare at yourself at the screen

…is that really what you look like?

you look weirder when you’re up on the big screen for some reason

you don’t get a chance to dwell on the fact that people can probably see your pores from how HD the camera is because the next thing you know, the crowd is beginning to chant

“kiss! kiss! kiss! kiss!”

jungkook lets out a nervous laugh and shakes his head before reaching up to pluck at the silver hoop hanging from his ear (it’s a nervous hAbit and he is very vERY nervous right now) “sorry, we’re not going to!”

“kiSS! kiSS! kiSS! kiSS!”

“you heard the guy!” you gesture over to jungkook “we’re not doing it, you pERverts!”

it seems like the audience couldn’t give leSS of a shit because every time you and jungkook say that you two aren’T going to kiss they become more riled up

even taehyung and namjoon have joined in on the chanting

namjoon can’t help but snort when jungkook turns to look at him with briGht red cheeks

if ya can’t beat em join em!!!

“we’re going to be here all day! just move on!”

“KISS!”

“we’re not going to kiss!!!!!!!”

“KISS!”

“we don’t even know each other!”

“KISS!”

“my lips are suPer chapped!”

“KISS!”

“take a hint!”

“oh for the love of god-“ jungkook’s eyes nearly pop out of his head when you’re suddenly grabbing him by the collar of his hoodie and pulling him towards you and-

his heart stops in his chest when you press your lips against his and he immediately freezes

o god

you’re kissing him

you’re kiSsing HIM

you pull away far too soon for jungkook’s liking (it was obviously only meant to be a peck) and jungkook blinks owlishly

wha-

is that it?????

that’s all????

you are riPPING him off

“there, we kissed! are you freAKS happ-“ before you get a chance to get all smug with the camera jungkook’s yanking you back and smearing his lips over yours

the crowd now eRUPTS into cheers and screams and namjoon is literally screeching his head off next to jungkook

taehyung isn’t doing any better

he threw his half-eaten hot dog up into the aIR

and for a brief second jungkook thinks you’re going to freak out and pull away but he’s more than pleasantly surprised when you begin to kiss him back

also he figured out what u smell like and why he likes it so much

it’s because you smell like his favourite fabric softener

and if that’s not a sign that you’re basically perFect for him then he doesn’t know what is!!!!

jungkook reaches up to cup your cheek gently while your fingers curl around the nape of his neck

needless to say

you are vERy much making out with a stranger right now (your mom would probably flip if she found out) but you most definitely don’t give a hECK because jungkook’s lips are so soft and he tastes like buttery popcorn

the tiniest of whimpers slips past your lips when jungkook teases you with small brushes of his tongue against yours

he tilts his head slightly to deepen the kiss and all of a sudden you feel lightheaded and your entire body feels like jello

he’s such a good kisser that you nearly forget the fact that the two of you are making out in front of like 20,000 people right now

a smirk twitches at the corner of jungkook’s mouth when he pulls away and you immediately respond with a whine

it started off with you getting him all flustered but obviously the tables have turned because you are just putty in his hands and he knows it

“jungkook…” you sigh breathlessly as he nudges his nose against yours

oH boy

your soul definitely left your body

you’re still floating on cloud nine

meanwhile the crowd is still compLETELY losing it because they were just expecting a little pek and not THIS

“yeah?” jungkook takes his bottom lip in between his teeth as he resists the urge to lean in and kiss you again

“i think this means you have to take me out on a date now.”

“…i think you might be right.”

best

birthday

ever

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[slashingdisneypasta]

Could you write a cross over EJ x Fem Reader x Leatherface where EJ and the reader, who is his friend and he wants her to be his mate, are in Texas and end up at the house of Leatherface and his family, and they get along well, EJ helps them kill and the reader helps cook and Leatherface starts falling for the reader?

Hi! Sorry this took (Lots of) time! ): I hope you like it though ^^ Thomas kind of takes a back seat for most of it, but wait to the climactic end (; ^^

I realise now that you probably meant you wanted them in a poly relationship but aha... I did not realise that when I wrote this, so... I'm sorry!!

~~~

“Squatters.”

The word comes out gruff and frustrated, loud enough for everyone in the room to hear but not directed at anyone specific; Monty isn’t even looking at anyone, just staring moonily down at his thighs. But you know who it’s meant for.

You and E.J have been staying with the Hewitts for months now. At first E.J just said he was doing it, threatening them to let you and him stay, for a few days. Just while you rest up -you had had a spot of gastro. Nothing serious, but E.J still wanted you to rest. Ever the protective friend, - and got better, but then a couple days turned into a week and then a few more weeks and now you have your own room in the Hewitt house.

The word hurts, coming so scratchily out of the miserable man’s throat as he stares so blankly. But you know that, your staying here, is only a quarter -max, - of what he’s always so upset over. And, in truth, even though this situation did not start well, sometimes you do feel like family with these people. Well… some.

Luda Mae took it upon herself, seemingly just out of the kindness of her heart, to take care of you while you were sick those first couple days. The whole time, E.J was sniffing the food and the drink’s she’d serve you and honestly, you were worried she had poisoned them to. But nothing ever came of it, except sometimes she put so much pepper in the stew that you swear you saw the future. Then when you got better, she smiled for the first time at you and invited you to help her cook dinner this last night you were there- That’s how you learnt what was in the food. E.J certainly didn’t tell you, but it made sense. That was why the man of the house, Hoyt, was letting you both stay so easily. E.J was helping them round up people to kill and eat.

That was a shock, for sure. I have been friends with E.J for years, but I had yet to eat anything human, except occasionally my own fingernails, before then.

Then of course that night didn’t end up being the last night, because E.J was still boiling over a plan for what we would do next after we left, so we even stayed longer…

And so you got the chance to spend time with Thomas.

And that was fine with E.J, he didn’t care about you hanging out with Thomas anymore then he cared about you hanging out wit Luda Mae. He’s always worried that whoever you’re with will hurt you and is always cautious, but he trusts you to take care of yourself.

Then you and Thomas got close. One night, you stayed up so late with Thomas that E.J came and got you from Thomas’ room.

And E.J was even okay with that, too! 

Then… then, on one of the nights E.J would see it fit to come and fetch you from your ‘play date’, as E.J saw them to be, with Thomas to find that… you two had fallen asleep together. Clearly on accident, as whatever book you were reading was still in your lap and you were in separate chairs. But the picture just did not sit well with Eyeless Jack. The way your heads angled towards each other and you looked so peaceful, the way you only ever looked in your sleep when you knew E.J was there, in the room, looking out for you… But now you were looking that way, feeling that safe, in under the protection of someone else? E.J did not like that. That hit the mark.

He knew you two had to get the hell out of there.

Now, E.J zeroes in on ‘Uncle Monty’, and growls himself. Under his breath, so no one heard him, but you saw the way he shook his head and pushed off the wall where he was leaning. He puts his hand on your shoulder and leans down to you, sitting in an armchair watching TV. “Hey, I’m gonna call some help. The old fart’s right. Its time we got outta this hell place,” The Texan heat has been getting to him, you think worriedly. “And move on. You good on your own?”

He always asks that, if he’s going to leave. Like you’re always in the middle of a horror movie like Friday the 13th and could be in danger at any time. It was exasperating sometimes, yes, but you know he’s just being caring for you, so you try to keep your annoyance to yourself.

Instead of snapping, you pat his hand on your shoulder and grin. “I’ll be fine! I’m about to join Luda in the kitchen, anyway.” The moment those words come out of your mouth, you have flashbacks back to your Grandma, always slaving away in the kitchen under the weight of old timey feminine expectations. You make a face, and whisper. “God that sounds old fashioned.”

E.J chuckles softly. “If I could, I would pick you up a Slurpee.”

“Oh! The 21st century. I miss it.” You grin wider, keeping the joke running with him.

“We’ll be back soon, don’t worry.” With that. You watch E.J straighten up again, still smiling. Then you turn back to the TV, some cartoon that Hoyt was watching, and chew on your bottom lip.

So… you’re leaving?

You’re going to miss this place, for some reason… Actually, that’s not entirely true. You know exactly what you’re going to miss. Not the house, by any means. Its musty and yellow from time, and you certainly wont miss being in the middle of nowhere, Monty, and absolutely not Hoyt.

But you will miss Luda Mae and Thomas, and long nights reading with Thomas, and cooking with Luda Mae, and the sunsets here. You know you’re going to miss these things, but something about leaving just feels worse than it should. Leaving friends has always been part of travelling with E.J, and it has never been this hard.

But then again, if you entertain the idea of staying here and letting E.J go without you, that feels terrible too.

As you wonder about these things, Monty rolls out of the room and the TV gets turned off. Hoyt relaxes more into his chair like he’s ready for a late-day nap before dinner, but then he glances at you. Something clicks in his brain, and he can’t look away for a few moments. That is, until you feel a creepy tingling on the side of your face and look his way, catching his squinty look and furrowing your eyebrows at him. Still, you look away and so does he, to avoid conversation.

But then he looks at you again and you catch him again and he squints harder. Then sits up in his seat again and sets his jaw. “So, what’s your deal with my nephew? And the ah… other kid. With the mask.”

You would think after 3 months of living together you would learn E.J’s name… “Deal?” You raise an eyebrow, confused. Have you acted off in any way towards them? You can’t recall… Or, maybe you could if you tried. Really you’re just too lazy and subconsciously decide to wait for Hoyt to explain.

“Yeah, it’s been bothering me for a while, now. It’s like you give attention to Tommy, and then you abandon him for Jack again. Bit fickle, if you ask me.”

Shock delves deep into your very soul, at that. What- W h a t is Hoyt suggesting??! “Huh?!”

For a moment Hoyt just continues to stare you down, one eyebrow raised halfway up his forehead; Evidently, wondering how stupid you must be or if he has read things wrong. A moment passes of this, with you just sitting there and waiting with a wildly beating heart for the answer, before Hoyt rolls his eyes and gets up from his chair. “Alright. Ya’ll are leavin’ soon anyway, what do I care?”

He starts heading for the doorway out of the living room, so you grip the arm or your chair to stop yourself hopping up and stopping him. Did you make the boy’s think you liked them in a different way?? Is that what he’s saying?! “Wait! Hoyt! Don’t leave, explain to me what you mean! -“

“I’m going for my nap!” He snaps back petulantly, seemingly caring little to zero percent about your problem that he just called attention to.

“But! -“

“Tell me when dinner’s ready.” And then he’s gone, up the stairs to his room. You push yourself out of your chair and stand for a moment, wondering… Is there any merit in what he said? Or is he just crazy?

Both are acute possibilities.

After a minute of pondering, you shake it off and move on to the kitchen to help Luda Mae. It’s probably not worth worrying about.

~~~

After dinner you’re just sitting in the chair by yours and E.J’s shared bed-The Hewitt’s only had one spare,-, flicking through dialogue prompts on Pinterest when E.J walks in.

“Hey Y/N!” E.J’s voice wafts into your ears, causing you to put down your phone and raise your eyebrows at him. “Slender’s coming tonight, so pack! I got us a one-way ticket outta here.”

Before you’ve even fully processed what this means for you consciously, your mouth opens up and the words “So soon?!” come slipping out like butter. E.J stops what he was doing immediately, hearing the less then excited response when he was expecting, hoping, for a pleased one. This is not good. This is what he was worried about. You better not be hesitant because of Thomas.

His non-gaze digs deep into you as he waits for an explanation. Doesn’t ask what’s wrong, doesn’t ask about the tone. Just faces your way, and waits for you to explain.

That way he’ll know what you’re feeling and not just what he wants to know.

“Its strange that we’re going! Started to feel like home, a little bit.”

Of course, his ‘gaze’ only works to get secrets out of you if you are aware you have secrets… which you, his innocent, sweet Y/N, may not.

He’s thought this could be the case for a while. Its clear to him your budding feelings for Thomas… and Thomas has made it clear to E.J his feelings for you, but you yourself may not be aware.

Just like your clear feelings for E.J himself.

A frustrated sound comes from E.J, a human sound as he’s so plainly annoyed, and he rubs his face hard under his mask for a moment. Your emotional obliviousness is cute, yes, but it’s becoming too much for E.J. He needs to be straight forward, he needs you both to know where you are and what you’re feeling. This beating around the bush and pussy footing and taking things slow is not him, and he’s hated every second of it. He can take no more.

“E.J?” You ask, watching his tired and frustrated movements with worry. Its not often you see E.J grumpy like this, he’s usually very together.

“Y/N.” He replies, mimicking your tone but with just a hint of his own, irritated one. He stops rubbing his face and ‘looking’ back up at you. Somehow, even without eyes he always knows where your face is- so he can stare and make you feel things. “Y/N, we need to talk.” Clenching his fists and opening them again once to get his thoughts going, wondering quickly how he’s going to break this to you. You watch round eyes and arched eyebrows, worried about whatever’s happening. He decides to take a formal approach. “Okay, Y/N… Look, we’ve reached a point where things have to change. Now, that doesn’t need to be a bad thing, in- in fact I think its pretty good.”

E.J makes no move to round the bed and be closer to you or to touch you- he’s confessing, you aren’t a couple yet. He can’t do that, especially since he doesn’t know if you feel the same, or even if you know it if you do. This will probably shock you.

“Okay… I’m worried now.” You quip, grinning but really meaning it. E.J is scaring you a bit, with this.

“Don’t be.” E.J bluntly replies. Oh, you think in your head, sarcastically. Well in that case… “The thing I need to tell you, is… I… I have really, really strong feelings about you. Love feelings and I want you to be my mate.” Before you can even open your mouth and not have a response, so you’ll have to shut it again of course, E.J goes on quickly. “And I know you’ll need time to process that, so just pack up your things and let’s go.”

E.J conveniently keeps to himself all the business with Thomas.

But you sure don’t.

There are certain things that are now starting to come together for you… Particularly the conversation you had with Hoyt earlier.

E.J… loves me?

… Okay, that’s not surprising. You’ve been friends with E.J for a long time- in fact, you’ve lived and travelled with him for years now and… and yes, there have been times when you have felt something. A sudden, overwhelming warm feeling in your chest when he helps gets you a snack because he knows you’ll want it, or when you wake up with a blanket you hadn’t had over you when you went to sleep. Once, when all he did was say your name… or many, many, many times when he but looked at you.

But really stops voice from coming out of your throat in this moment is that Hoyt thinks that Thomas is… interested… in you.

What you feel when you’re with him is completely different then how you feel with E.J. Its still very warm and full, but new. Exciting! You haven’t known Thomas for that long, you’re still learning about him. Which is not to downplay the lovely reliable feeling you have with E.J either though…

“Why aren’t you packing? Y/N, its time to go!” E.J breaks you from your reverie, dropping your empty book bag onto the bed for you. “Slender is not a patient… or pleasant… man. So please, come on, get ready so we can meet him outside in time.”

“I need a glass of water.” And a reality check.

“Alright, do you want me to get it for you? You can get started with your clothes.”

“Aha, no that’s fine! I’ll go get it; That’s sweet though! See you in a minute!!”

Then you’re out the door, shutting behind yourself and taking a deep breath with your hands still on the handle, before you turn and start down the stairs to the kitchen.

I can’t think about this. A relationship is not in the cards for me, I’m perfectly happy travelling with E.J… Can’t things just go back to normal?

Pulling a cup from a cabinet, you sigh. “I suppose not… “Silly idea. Even if you could forget what they feel and ignore how you feel, you can’t make either of them do that. You couldn’t. That wouldn’t be fair.

Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you turn the tap on and fill the cup to the brim with water. Then tip out half of it and decide that’s too empty so you fill it up again. Then you turn around and lean back against the sink as you drink, never taking your lips off the cup, thinking…

Worrying.

What to do when you suddenly find yourself in the dreaded love triangle… with cannibals. Oh god.

E.J, now grumbling and packing your things himself, wonder’s if he did the right thing in telling you at all. Judging from your reaction, this could serve as a serious problem in his plans of keeping you as his mate. And more importantly, leaving this shit hole. He cannot take the ever-overhanging threat of Thomas taking you for himself, for much longer.

~~~

You had tried to go see Thomas before you left, but whenever you went to his room he wouldn’t come to the door and you got caught up saying goodbye to Luda Mae and then suddenly it’s 9 at night and E.J’s saying its time to go.

Now you’re outside, with your bag hugged to your chest as you and E.J -him with shoulders slightly hunched and his hands stuffed in his hoodie pocket,- walk silently out of the house and to the highway.

The whole time you feel a terrible sense of dread.

You are leaving, very likely forever, without even saying goodbye to Thomas. Much less facing your feelings or his suspected ones. Now you’ll live the rest of your life without truly knowing what could have, might have been… Its an awful feeling, when you know you could prevent something by just walking back, but you don’t because you’re afraid someone else, in this scenario E.J, and you’re also afraid of what might be.

And then you’re also kicking yourself for being a cliché’d coward and realising that the shit they spew on the Soaps on TV about how hard it is in these situations is all true.

Overall, you diagnose yourself with emotional turmoil and thought diarrhoea. Which is absolutely a thing. Like when you’re awake in the middle of the night between sleeps and you can’t do anything but think because if you get up and do something you will officially awaken? So you just sit there and think…

But now you don’t even have a choice, because there’s no way you could fall asleep right now.  Not even when you get to this ‘Slender Mansion’. No way. Absolutely not.

When finally, the two of you get to the road and stop, you close your eyes and take a deep breath of the dread. You could still go back, but something keeps your feet still where they are.

Its cold outside, and the night-time air -frosty and biting, - just makes you feel worse. Which sucks, because normally you love the cold. Especially at night-time.

You’re about to slowly move from your hugging position and wrap the strap of your book bag over your shoulder properly and open your eyes, when E.J speaks up. But he isn’t speaking to you. “For fuck’s sake.” At least you hope he isn’t talking to you.

“Hm?” You open your eyes and turn to him, to see he’s standing straight like a dog that just smelled something really delicious, except the words that came out of his mouth were anything but happy. You look around for what he might have caught in his sniffer and see a blurry figure trekking down the road towards us.

Immediately, you think its Thomas. But the very next second, you worry that you only think that because you are concerned over Thomas right now, so you just watch the figure approach and try not to guess.

The figure of course turns into Thomas anyway, and I feel the terrible urge to run away. I guess I’m getting to say goodbye after all- I’m glad, but I’m terrified.

As Thomas gets closer… I realise that this boy is not stopping.

He gets closer and closer, and E.J turns his head slowly to the approaching behemoth as if on guard for attack, he keeps coming, and I startle back, and he keeps coming.

Until he suddenly, completely does. Not inches from me.

He’s so close, if I moved my head just a little bit, my nose would touch his chest. Slowly I look up at his face as his chest heaves up and down, up and down, and see no mask on his face. He’s completely bare, and my eyes must round completely. I have never, ever, in the months and months that E.J and I have been here, see Thomas without a little covering even over just the bottom of his face. “Thomas. Is that hurting? -“

I startle out of my words when he suddenly backs up and gets down in one smooth, fluid movement a foot away from me to one knee. “What- What’s he doing?” E.J sniffs the air, gets quiet to listen to the air, opens his mouth to possibly taste the air, but he still doesn’t know as I just stare at Thomas.

Thomas twists his knee further into the gravel, and E.J hisses. “No.”

My mouth creates an ‘O’ when I realise what’s happening. In disbelief rather then horror, like E.J, I whisper a small. “No.”

Thomas reaches into his apron and takes out an empty seasoning jaw with the label ‘Allspice’-which, I know from spending night after night in the Hewitt kitchen never gets used, means he emptied for this and what I think is inside now smells oddly of Allspice,- on it, opens it and tips the contents into his palm.

The ring looks tiny in his hand.

I suddenly remember seeing it a thousand times before on Luda Mae’s ring finger, and it has never looked so small. Tiny.  

Thomas takes your hand in his and yours is just small enough, and big enough, to fit perfectly in it. “Thomas?”

E.J lets out a deep, frustrated sigh, turning away and kicking the dirt. “Fine. Fine! I’ll wait.”

Thomas drops his other hand over the top of the hand of mine that he’s already holding, ring between his thumb and his pointer finger, and tilts his head. Watching his lips, and feeling my whole world close in around me and my heart bloom inside my chest, as he mouths the words:

Marry me?