#drew thomas the conjuring

[frost-queen]

That first crush (Reader!Warren x Drew Thomas)

Requested by: anon, Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia, @alex--awesome--22, @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco@subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07, @melsunshine, @panhoeofmanyfandoms, @venomsvl, @the-uncoordinated-house-cat, @rosecentury,  @imagines-by-her, ��@evilcr0ne, @vviolynn

“Morning Warrens.” – Drew called out when he entered the house. Lorraine had opened the door to him. He was carrying heavy equipment as he struggled a bit with it. – “Let me help you.” – Ed came to his aid, taking a heavy bag from him. Drew breathed out a laugh, feeling the weight being lifted from his arm. Shuffling further in the house he came into the open space of the living room.

There he noticed you were sitting on the sofa with a magazine. Chewing on some gum as you blew it to a bubble. Drew smiled tilting his head. – “Morning Y/n.” – he said to get your attention. Your bubble popped loudly as you turned the page.

“Y/n say hi to Drew.” – Your mother spoke appearing in the room. Drew chuckled humorously. You turned your head to him, moving your gum aside in your mouth. – “Hi Drew.” – you said. – “Hi Y/n.” – he replied with a smile.

“Some heavy equipment you’ve got there.” – your father spoke with a laugh. Drew moved back to your father to take a bag from him. – “Yes, I’ve bought a new camera that would be much better to film with.” – he explained setting the bag on the small table in front of you. As he opened it he glanced up to you, hoping you’d look back at him.

You were rather too occupied with reading your magazine. – “Any good?” – he asked. – “Are you interested in girl stuff?” – you answered without looking up. – “No…” – Drew chuckled out. – “Than it isn’t any good for you.” – you finished. Drew took out the camera showing it to your dad.

“Oh wow great stuff Drew.” – Ed began looking at the camera from every angle. Lorraine placed a hand on his shoulder. – “You have no clue have you darling.”

Ed shook his head laughingly. – “No.” – He gave the camera back to Drew. – “I’ve also got a new microphone.” – Drew hurried over to his other bag and took out the microphone. – “It gives a cleaner audio when we record.” – he told your parents. – “Oh that is very helpful.” – Lorraine said.

“Y/n come take a look at the equipment.” – your mother asked. You lowered your magazine, seating you on the edge of the sofa. – “Do… do you want a demonstration?” – Drew questioned rather bashful. You pulled your shoulders up. – “Alright tech boy, wow me.” – you threw him a sarcastic smile. 

Drew happily took the invitation. He picked up his camera and sat himself down on the small table before you. He pressed some buttons and positioned the camera in his hand. Lorraine and Ed watching behind him. He then brought the camera up to level up with your face.

“Alright Y/n show us your prettiest smile.” – Drew teased. You stuck your tongue out to him as an answer. Drew laughed loud as you couldn’t help yourself but laugh too. It was brief as it wasn’t that funny, yet his laughter made you laugh too. Drew kept filming you as you pushed his camera gently out of your face.

“C’mon Y/n.” – he said pointing the camera back at you. – “You are a movie star.” – his comment made you snort loud. – “As if.” – you mumbled while he kept filming you. – “So how’s the footage?” – Ed asked. Drew swallowed quickly, turning the camera away from you.

He got up, turning around to film your parents. Lorraine smiled bright, holding onto Ed. Ed took her hand letting her twirl under his arm. – “Beautiful.” – Drew commented as he filmed them.

“Y/n.” – he said waving his hand behind him at you. – “Can you grab that mic and help me out.” – he asked continue to film your dancing parents. You took a deep breath, getting up with the mic in your hand. – “Now what?” – you told him unsure what to do. Drew took your wrist with the mic in it, pulling it gently forwards.

“Catch some audio, sweetheart.” – he said throwing a wink at you. Lorraine caught that smiling half surprised. You brought the mic closer to your parents as Ed started to hum a tune. They continued to dance as Lorraine was laughing giddy. Drew kept filming them till his gaze went towards you again.

Slowly turning his camera, he started to film you in secret. – “Y/n!” – Ed called out letting go of your mother. Your father took you by the wrist, pulling him closer to you. On your way, you gave the mic to your mother. She came standing beside Drew. Smiling happily when Ed began to dance with you.

Drew was chuckling as you were laughing as well. Laughing at how funnily your father danced with you. You felt like a little girl once more. Drew filmed you with pleasure. A dreamy look in his eyes. Lorraine glanced to the side, seeing the look in his eyes.

She then looked back at you. Slowly connecting a few dots. – “No more, no more.” – Ed laughed, out of breath, waving his hand across. Drew lowered his camera and stopped filming. You let go of your father’s hands, going to the kitchen to grab a drink. Drew set his camera down, going after you.

“Ed.” – Lorraine said catching her husband’s attention. He hummed loud, wrapping an arm around her. Embraced they moved a bit closer to the kitchen. There she saw Drew lean against the counter having a conversation with you. You weren’t very talkative, but his posture said it all.

“Ed.” – Lorraine said again. Ed hummed again. – “I think… I think Drew has a crush on our girl.” – she told him. – “What?” – Ed said confused. – “No, I would know.” – he laughed it a bit away. Lorraine motioned with her head for him to see for himself.

Drew was practically gushing over you. Having moved a bit closer to you, wanting so bad to engage with you. You didn’t do much back as it was clear you weren’t that interested. – “Oh.” – Ed muttered out finally seeing it. – “It’s cute.” – Lorraine spoke. – “That’s my baby girl.” – Ed called out in defence. – “Oh hush.” – Lorraine slapped him against his chest to stop being so sentimental.

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[winterfieldfrontiers]

Partner in The Conjuring

[lovelyypythoness]

Need some more Drew Thomas appreciation (fics)

[wigglediggleswivvel]

Drew as he runs three red lights and nearly hits an old lady.

I headcanon Drew to be a reckless driver, I mean he can drive normally but I wanna see him in the driver's seat with Ed and Lorraine being all fast and furious while they're on a case.

Maybe the haunting has escalated and they aren't there.

What do you think?

I just had a mental image of Drew and the Warrens being on a case and Brad accidentally pulls them over for speeding before recognizing who it is.

Brad: "Dammit Drew! You were going eighty over! YOU TRYIN' TO MEET YOUR MAKER EARLY?! GOD DAMN!"

Drew: "SHORT CUT!"

[lichoulychou]

"You're safe with me"

Drew thomas x Female! Reader

Movie: The conjuring

Summarization: After your mother *Carolyn's possesion* you had been traumatized and always jumpy thinking bathsheba was still with you so you tell drew about the lately panic attacks and nightmares about the past events that had happened

(WARNING:PANIC ATTACKS, MORBID THOUGHTS, CONFESSIONS, FLUFF, AND KISSES.)

( Not very fluent in english sorry:) )

*One week after possesion*

I dial Drew's number to call him and tell him to pick me up for tomorrow morning. Me and Drew we're college students that had discover each other through mrs. and mr. warren's class. They had help through everything tough going on with our house which Im thankful for. Anyways lets get back to Drew.

I wait for a few minutes until he answered.

"Hello? Who's this?" Drew says quite confused that someone might have mistakenly called him

"Oh Hi drew! I just wanted to talk about how maybe you could pick me up for tomorrow I really have something important to tell you" I say, knowing my heavy feelings for drew it had been hard ever since I started admiring everything about him as he might like my sister.

(TIMESKIP)

I wake up in a scared state as I had another one of my previous nightmares. I stare at the clock to see it was already 5:30 am, I sat up and went to get my clothes ready now, since Me and Drew had class at around 7 in the morning.

I get my flared jeans ready, also with my tight polo,black converse and denim jacket.

(TIMESKIP)

I hear Drew knocking at the door so I grab my stuff and scurry through the door.

"BYE MOM AND DAD LOVE YOU!" I said so they know I was going to leave for school.

"Bye Honey, Stay safe!" My mother yells loud enough for me to hear. I open the door to see Drew standing there and smiling cutely.

"Hi Drew! woke up in the right side of the bed?"

"Yeah" Drew says smiling wider at me. I look at his cheek bones and I've never wanted to pinch someone's cheeks until Drew. I was snapped out of my thought's when I heard Drew say.

"Hey? Are you okay?" He touches my shoulder still opening the door for me.

"Yeah sorry, zoned out for a little bit" I say blushing when Drew touched my shoulder. "Sorry Drew"

"No its fine sweetheart, just get in the car." He says smiling at me. I get in the car and he closes the door for me. My cheeks turn into blood red as I just realised Drew had called me "Sweetheart".

I was looking out of the window so Drew would'nt see how bright red my cheeks had turned. I hear the engines turn on and soon we were on the road going to school.

"Sweetheart.. You called last night told me you wanna tell something? What is it? Everything going fine in the house? Are you fine?" Drew asks concerned as he remember's the past occurence.

"Right.. I just you know after the paranormal stuff, its just that I had been having nightmares and panic attacks about it, you know? I always dream about Mom when she was possesed, her eyes are still glued onto my mind like its a stuck bubble gum on a shoe. The panic attacks occur everytime I see them creeping onto me even if there is nothing anymore." I say ranting to him about the things that had been happening after the past events.

"Well sweetheart, you must have gotten pretty traumatized. Dont worry, the thing isn't gonna do anything to you anymore, I would never let anything get to you. Remember your mother fought this demon off just so she could protect you and your siblings. I know she'll do it again and again for you if she could" He says in a soft tone comforting me, his words had calmed me down from the thoughts of my mother and the demon's that had been around our house before even the events.

"Yeah, thankyou for being here for me Drew. Even if we had just met for a few months before this shit happened. I love you." Just then my eyes widen after I had realised I said those 3 words that I couldn't tell Drew before.

The car stops in the parking lot of he school,a huge screech could be heard. Just then I head Drew say "YOU LOVE ME?" he asks me smiling widely, I nod my head "Yes I love you Drew.." I say in a hushed tone. I felt his arms snake around my shoulder and waist hugging me. His face buried in my neck "Yes Yes Yes" I hear drew muffle in my neck "I love you so much too!" Drew says getting me caught off guard.

"I've always liked you! This past few months ever since we met I've developed such huge feelings for you.. I love you so much" He says confessing to me still muffled in my neck .

I hug him back "I love you so much too! Oh drew.." I hug him tightly like he was gonna disappear in my arms.

Just then I feel his hands cup my hands and he kisses me. Shock coursed through my body, but then I come back and kiss him back. We stayed like that for a while until we ran out of breath's.

We press our foreheads together cupping each other faces.

"I love you so much Drew"

"I love you too darling" He softly presses his lips against mine.

"I love you.." then the bell rung and we ran out of the car holding each other's hand to Mr. & Mrs. Warren's class.

(SORRY THIS WAS SHORT I WAS JUST BORED WHEN I WROTE THIS! T-T)

[shehungthemoon]

Do you still like Brad and Drew? Cause I've been obsessed a while.

Omg hi!!! 🥰

YES I definitely still love them, in fact I just published a fic for them if you want to check it out here... -> (https://archiveofourown.org/works/54624907) 🫣

I'm SO happy to hear that there are others that still love them! I know they had a few other fans a good few years back but I was sure the ship was a ghost town now.

They barely have any screen time with each other OR on their own for that matter but there's just something about them together that just makes sense and clicks so nicely! The Conjuring movies are about love at the end of the day so I think giving Brad and Drew that in our heads is actually the correct thing to do ;) ❤️❤️❤️

Pls send more asks or message me about these two if you want!!!!! I could talk FOREVER about them.

[wigglediggleswivvel]

Drew Thomas is a baby girl

[embodyingchaos]

just finished watching the conjuring for the first time, and i fell in love with mr. drew thomas.

[nowadayz]

Shannon Kook as Drew Thomas The Conjuring 2013, dir. James Wan

[gffa]

I NEED YOU ALL TO UNDERSTAND HOW IMPORTANT THIS IS. That this isn't an actual conversation between Bruce and Dick, but instead a scene Bruce's mind conjures up when a demon is stalking around inside of him, eating his most precious thoughts/memories that his mind is using to anchor him, that when Bruce needs a place to turn to for strength, he thinks of his father standing with him on the docks of Gotham Bay, sharing a treat, telling him that the point of all this can't just be about justice or vengeance, it has to be about more than that. Which leads Bruce's body to immediately shuffle to the Haly's Circus grounds, where his mind thinks of the young boy that he took in, the boy who understood him, his son, that this vision is just as important as the one of his father, the memory that drove him to be Batman in the first place, the presence of his son is just as important. And that vision says that he doesn't need to be in the dark like Bruce did, because Bruce saved him. This is Bruce's place of comfort. The memory of his father. The memory of his son. This is what more is to him, beyond justice, beyond vengeance, this is what drives Bruce Wayne to keep fighting--that Dick Grayson is that more to this to him. It has to be about standing there with a kid next to you, sharing a moment, eating ice cream, watching the sun set, watching a show, just letting the moment be. The holy memory of Thomas Wayne tells Bruce that he needs more and he immediately seeks out Dick Grayson and the place that drew him and his son together, that it was a moment of tragedy, a moment of "deathly comfort", but even in that moment, even in Bruce's own mind, Dick Grayson tells him that he's not made of the dark, because he had Bruce. This is where Bruce's mind turns in this desperate hour, when his soul is under siege--to the memory of his father, then to the vision of his son, because his is what gives him strength. This is what gives him more than just justice or vengeance, this is what his bigger purpose is about. And that's why the demon eats those thoughts first, because when you take Dick Grayson away from Bruce Wayne, that's when he falls into the worst darknesses of his life.

[starzgaze]

ooo!!! Hiii congrats on reaching 200 followers!! Just some questions about the 200 follower thingyy ?just asking to clarify thingss for all) :

But like what do you mean by interactive story, like a poll situation, were we vote for what happens next??

And for drawing suggestions! Is it Like:

ex) jinwoo and Thomas Andre fighting over a bagel?or is it something like the Yandere ones you drew where they're reacting to what you do/did?.ie. The one one you did with Jinwoo and Zhigang (like the little tidbit of them reacting to reader trying to escape)

anywayyys no pressure and cheers!!!

✒️ nonnie

HII AND THANK YOUU ✒️ NONNIE but to answer your questions

1.) it's either that or I'll create a quick online vn that'll have different endings depending on what character you pursue but i might just do the former because i absolutely hate html😕 but it dependss.... lets see🤭

2.) I'd pay to see that and I'm putting that on my list to draw but for ur other question it really depends on what the ask will have or the event I'll put up!! my current idea right now is to make it interactive like you'll say something to the character and I'll conjure up a drawinf of the character replying to that so essentially the same i do for the yandere drawings i do but a bit moree personalized and dependinf on the prompt there'll be a short fic surrounding it!! but yeaah idk still because i genuinely dont know what to do to celebrate 200 😭😭

[frost-queen]

The grey area (Reader x Drew Thomas)

Requested by: anon Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @alex–awesome–22, @ellie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve , @queen-of-books , @glimmering-darling-dolly , @denkisclown , @wildieflower , @meyocoko , @justanothercoco, @subjecta13-thefangirl , @m-rae23 , @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr , @swampything07, @melsunshine , @panhoeofmanyfandoms , @venomsvl , @the-uncoordinated-house-cat , @rosecentury , @imagines-by-her, @evilcr0ne , @vviolynn , @niktwazny303 , @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 , @erikasurfer, @slythetic , @p0nycurtis

The suitcase clicked shut.

A sound all too familiar. Hinting what was about to happen. What needed to be done. For whenever that suitcase clicked shut, it brought upon hell and wrath. He couldn't stop the shutting of the suitcase. It was a calling. Just as much you couldn't stop the clicking of your pen. It was your duty that compelled you to go through with it. For each story had be written down.

Drew turned to look at you with a certain worriedness in his eyes. Blinking surprised in return at his sudden hesitation. It was something you had done numerous times. Why was it different this time? -"Do you have the cross?"- he asked. You revealed the cross necklace once given by Ed to him. - "The charms?"- Drew went on making you hum loud. Taking out charm after charm from your pockets. Even showing him the bracelet blessed with

holy water. -"I even bathed in salt water."- you responded walking over to him with a slight confusion. - "Why all the sudden fear?"- you asked of him, taking his hand. Drew sighed soft. - "I...I don't know..."- he breathed out lowering his head. You curled up a comforting smile, moving your hands around his head.

Moving his head closer to your chest to cherish him. Drew wrapped his arms around you. - "It's just a case like any other."- reassuring him. You felt him squeeze your back tighter. - "I try to remind myself off that Y/n but what if it's not..."- he answered lifting his head up.

Staring back at his eyes, you brushed some hair aside. A soothing gesture he went weak for. - "It's the risk of our job. We knew what we were getting ourselves involved in. Isn't it why we do it so we can end it all. One case at a time?"- you replied. Drew nodded, cupping your cheeks. He kissed you tenderly.

Wrapping his arms around you afterwards. Staring off into the distance as he couldn't keep the worry out of his head. If only he could drown his worries away with the reassurance of your words. Kissing the side of your head, he left your side.

Taking that heavy suitcase in his hand, knowing he couldn’t reverse it now. You grabbed your own bag, following after him. Drew opened the trunk of the car as you came to join him. Throwing your bag in it. Going round the car, you went to the passenger’s side. Drew sat behind the wheel, giving you one last glance.

Smiling back at him, you hoped it would give him courage. He drove off towards the motel where Ed and Lorraine would be waiting for the two of you. Drew kept his hand for as long as possible on your thigh during the ride. As if needing a constant reassurance you were still close.

The motel was one of those off roads motels where you knew the service would be limited. Ed was already waiting by the door, waving at the approaching car. Drew parked the car at the front. Once the car had parked, came Ed nearer. – “How was the trip?” – he asked going with Drew to the trunk.

Drew responded something as you went towards the room. Lorraine was sitting down with a cup of coffee. At the sight of you, she got up. – “Y/n!” – she exclaimed happily. Walking up to her, you hugged her tight. – “This is going to be quite the story.” – she brushed your curiosity with a little spark.

Drew and Ed entered with the bags, setting them aside. His attention pointed towards you as he heard you speak with Lorraine about the case. It was standard that Ed and Lorraine first met up with the clients. To see just how troubling it was. The standard intake conversation where rules were explained.

It only required you and Drew to join for the real work. Drew working the camera and mic as you wrote down their story. For each story needed to be told with accuracy. Ed nudged him when he noticed him staring at you. Shaking his head, he didn’t want him to worry.

“I can’t help it.” – Drew whispered to Ed as they were unpacking some of the gear. – “I know.” – Ed said making his gaze go towards Lorraine. – “I understand the feeling very much. I’d long to protect her from everything, but I can’t. I just have to make sure I’m always there and remember just how strong she is.” – Ed told Drew.

It wasn’t an easy business to be in. At each turn and twist there were dangers. Hauntings not to be taken lightly as one could be hurt, possessed or even killed. It required focus and dedication to God’s work.

When the evening fell, you shut the curtains. Take-away boxes deserted on the table. Ed and Lorraine had gone out for a walk as it left Drew and you alone. You were preparing yourself for bed. Through the mirror you saw Drew enter the small bathroom. His hands sliding around your waist to the front.

A tender kiss left on your shoulder. You continued to brush your teeth, feeling his grip tighten around your waist. Pressing you firmer against his chest. –“Please be save.” – he whispered before leaving another kiss in your neck. Eyes widened briefly when you saw him let his forehead rest on your shoulder through the mirror. Cherishing you in his embrace to never let go.

Needing to spit, you tried to be as careful as possible not to disturb him. – “Drew.” – you said cleaning your toothbrush with water. He didn’t answer, but you knew he was listening. – “Why’d you have to pick this job Y/n?” – he said before you could say anything else. It made you bump your shoulder up so he lifted his head up.

Turning round in his embrace, you lifted his head up by his chin. – “If I didn’t you would’ve never met me.” – you informed him with a quirked up brow. – “Is that what you want?” – giving him a cheeky smile. Drew immediately shook his head. – “You are by far the best thing in my life.” – he responded. – “Then understand that I am being as careful as I can, but you can’t stop everything. Not even Ed can.” – you told him. Drew nodded.

“Now stop worrying and kiss your girl.” – you laughed out, slapping him teasingly against his chest. Drew smirked. Making you gasp loud as he had picked you up. Legs around his waist. He kissed you hard before guiding you out of the bathroom into the room. Breathing loud in your mouth as he led you to the bed.

Holding you tightly as he lowered with you on the bed. Once you laid down, he hovered above you with passion in his eyes. It made you give him a little shove, snickering teasingly. – “Ed and Lorraine can be here any moment.” – you reminded him. Drew groaned loud, rolling his eyes as he let himself fall beside you. You moved closer to him, hand under your head.

Drew brushed his finger down your nose, making you scrunch your nose. Ed and Lorraine did enter a few moments later, preparing for bed as Drew and you got under the covers. Snuggling up to each other. With a satisfied hum, he had his arms around you. Looking up to Drew, you were thinking. His wariness rubbing off on you. – “You’ll protect me right?” – you asked him quietly.

It made him look back at you, grabbing your chin. – “Always.” – he whispered back before kissing you deeply. – “No demon shall touch you, darling. I promise you that.” – he clenched his arms in a tighter grip around you. – “I promise you that.” – he repeated staring off into the distance.

Whilst it didn’t take long for you to accept sleep, it took longer for Drew. Constantly worrying, hoping nothing bad would happen to you. Anything could happen. He couldn’t control everything and that scared him. It scared him that he couldn’t have a grip on it all.

As the morning came creeping in, you were still warmly in his embrace. Drew waking you up with a soft kiss. It made you hum pleased slowly opening your eyes. – “Morning my love.” – you said. Drew curled up a smile. – “Morning darling.” – for a moment caught up with you that he forgot about the others. – “Morning Drew and Y/n.” – he suddenly heard Ed say. Not sure if he couldn’t read the room or was just taunting him.

It made Drew roll his eyes as you chuckled soft. – “Morning Ed.” – you called out. Ed and Lorraine got ready first as you waited your turn. When they were done cramped Drew and you in the bathroom. Getting dressed and ready for work. You were going to put on your shirt as Drew’s gaze fell on your necklace. He set it right with a faint smile. – “I’ll be fine.” – you reassured him putting your clothes on. With a stern expression he wasn’t so sure about that. He grabbed your wrist, checking it for your bracelet.

Reaching out behind you he grabbed a bottle. The moment you saw what it was it made you widen your eyes as he moved it towards you. – “No!” – you called out, stopping him before he could pour it over your head. – “You are not bathing me in holy water Drew!” – you called out. – “Fine!” – Drew answered bitsy. Yet it didn’t stop him from wetting his hands with it, rubbing it over your arms and face.

“Feel better?” – you asked him snappy. – “Yes.” – he groaned out, making you roll your eyes at him. Leaving the bathroom, you saw Ed quirk his eyebrow curiously up to your wet arms. – “Don’t even mention it.” – you told him, taking your notebook and pen. Ed then looked at Drew, having an idea of what he had done. Before leaving out the door, grabbed Ed, Drew by the arm.

“Hey, don’t worry too much. Just focus on the job. Y/n will be save I promise you. Lorraine and I will make sure nothing happens to her. You know that.” – He called out to make him understand. – “I know.” – Drew sighed out. Ed let go of him, allowing him to walk out. Drew joined Lorraine and you to the car. Getting in the back. Taking your hand, he needed it. To reassure him everything would be alright, for he couldn’t drown out his worries.

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[andimoon]

Unknown Thoughts (Prologue)

Genre: Angst / Fluff / Romance / Eventual Smut

Warning: Descriptions of anxiety, cozy coffee shop vibes, mild depictions of death. You've been warned.

Word count: 2.4k

Prologue, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

The rich smell of coffee filled the morning air, overlapping chatter and bustling as people prepared for their own lives. Some late and rushed, others taking their time and enjoying the chilling breeze that blew between the open windows of the small coffee shop. This was the way she liked to spend the early hours after sunrise. Her fingertips dancing over the keys of her laptop between sips of the sweetly bitter drink at her side.

A sudden presence at her left drew her attention and the girl pushed the headphones back to rest on her shoulders. A tall man with warm brown eyes, peered down at her. His uniform hugged his body in the most delightful ways, accenting the bulk of his arms under the rolled up sleeves of his button up, and the name ‘Thomas’ written neatly on the tag pressed to his chest. “What’re you writing today?” The friendly barista smiled and took a seat in front of the writer, a mug settled warmly in between his palms as his eyes glistened with interest. 

“Oh,” the author looked at the screen briefly to skim over what she had absentmindedly written, “I’m still coming up with ideas for my new work. Writing doesn’t come easily to me, unfortunately.” She hummed in mild embarrassment, a pit of nervousness in her stomach at the thought of the sweet barista asking her to read the unthought words as he usually did. 

“Read it to me? Maybe I can help you come up with something.”

“I don’t know. It’s not very good.”

“Oh come on, your writing is always good, Gin.”

A small defeated sigh left the girl’s lips, “Fine, just don’t be too harsh.” She hesitated before scrolling to the top of the page and reading the half hearted love story she conjured up in her head. As someone who had never felt the kind of love she wanted to write about, it was bound to fail. But when she glanced up, she saw Thomas’ expression turn into one of serious thought. Not a word was spoken as she read the few paragraphs she managed to jot down and at the end of it, an even longer moment of silence was shared. “I told you, it’s not very good.”

“No,” a small sip from his coffee and a comfortable lean back into his seat, “It’s just not very realistic. Have you ever thought about somebody like that? It sounds more like what you see in movies or read in books. A bit cliche.”

“I told you not to be harsh.” she sighed heavily and leaned back, taking a moment to appreciate her own drink, “To answer your question, no, I haven’t. Maybe I should choose a different topic..” That wasn’t entirely a lie. She’d been in love before, but it was nothing like what was glorified, nothing like what she wanted to write about. Her experience was painful, and draining.

“Do you have a deadline?”

She laughed abruptly, this man who she’d talked to every morning for the last three months still thought she was a professional of some kind. As much as Ginger wished to publish her own book, it was never going to happen and she knew that. Of course she didn’t have a deadline, no one was anticipating anything from her. “Nah, but I would like to actually finish something.”

“What about your other stuff? Why don’t you finish one of those?”

“You read them, they’re going nowhere.”

“Not if you don’t work on them. Not everything has to be perfect, Ginger,” with a quick glance at his watch, the barista finished his drink and stood, “Sorry, I gotta get back. Think about it. You have a lot of potential to come up with something great, but you’ll never know how great it could be without letting it out into the world.” and just like that he was gone.

He always said the same thing, but none of that was actually helpful to Ginger’s writing. No constructive criticism or advice, just “keep working on it.” With a disgruntled huff, she fixed her attention out the window, hoping to find some kind of inspiration but with the morning busyness dying down, the empty street served as a reminder of how boring her life truly was. There was nothing worth writing about. Nothing remotely interesting for people to tune into. Pulling her headphones back on, she shut the godforsaken laptop and slipped it back into her bag. Obviously this little coffee shop wasn’t giving her the motivation she so desperately craved, but where could she go? What could she do? 

As she walked down the street in the direction of her home, she pondered on the stories she’s heard of how people motivated themselves. The idea of painting in a park could be the spark of inspiration she needed. But just the thought of sitting in wet grass, or the weird looks she’d receive. The regular little ball of anxiousness burned familiarly in her stomach and it made her hesitate. Maybe she should do something else, go get a good book or go watch a random film. But the image of doing it alone… Would people think she was weird for it? What if it was just a waste of time and money. Maybe she should just go home. 

Deep in thought and with music playing loudly in her ears, Ginger didn’t realize that the sweet barista had followed her until she felt the warm touch on her shoulder and met the familiar brown eyes of the only person who had given a second thought to her childish writings. His chest heaved as he struggled to catch his breath, he must’ve run after her. Her curiosity peaked and suddenly her full attention was on him, but he visibly hesitated. “Did I forget something? I thought I grabbed everything.”

“No, no,” he started and scratched the back of his neck, “It’s just, I was thinking. My buddy got himself a gig with a pretty big artist and gave me some tickets to their show this weekend. I don’t have anyone to go with me and I feel like we’re pretty good friends after the last few months,” He rambled nervously and while her stomach churned apprehensively, her heart raced, “Anyway. Do you want to go with me?”

How should she respond? A concert? She’d never been to one, what if he didn’t enjoy her company? What if she fucked up what little relationship they had? Would she have to find a new coffee shop? 

As if reading her anxieties on her face, the man smiled and his body relaxed, “It’s nothing serious, Gin. I thought it could be helpful to relax a bit. It could give you ideas for your stories. And I noticed how you’re always listening to music so I thought it could be fun. If you want, that is. And if you don’t want to go at all, I completely understand, it was super last minute any–”

“Who’s the artist?”

His lips curled back into the brightest smile Ginger had ever seen, this man, this sweet barista who had never demanded anything of her in exchange for his unconditional kindness. Now he nervously invited her out for her own benefit. “He’s an Australian artist, Irvin Iris. Have you heard of him?” Had she heard of him? Was he serious? Irvin was the artist she listened to most often, hell, she was listening to his music up until this very moment. She didn’t even realize she had frozen from the shock until she saw the large hand of the barista swinging in front of her eyes, “Ginger?”

“I’ll go.” His doe-like eyes glistened as his entire face lit up, obviously happy that she had agreed, “I’ll have you know that he’s god sent.” the man laughed with a playful eye-roll. “I’m not joking. God sent.”

“I should get back but tell me more about it tomorrow?” She was left with butterflies as she watched the man run back to the coffee shop, a feeling she didn’t know if she liked or not. Only time would tell. For now she should just focus on her writings and inspiration, or lack thereof. She intended to go home, but she held too much excitement to be cooped up behind a desk the rest of the afternoon, so she decided to go find herself a book to devote herself to. Something that would give ideas to her own work. Finally making her way through the library doors was much less scary than her mind had told her. There weren’t eyes on her and the quiet bustle inside the building reminded her of her mornings at the coffee shop, filling her with warmth and ease. Now all she had to do was find something to read.

The aisles of the literature failed to draw her attention, skimming from cover to cover, nothing stood out. Until, “Rise of Bliss.” The words written caught her eye and Ginger took the hefty novel to a quiet corner. While she didn’t intend it, this book occupied her thoughts for the rest of the week, she was hooked. 

A maid who somehow managed to win the heart of a prince despite her best friend, a born Lady, being the one betrothed to him. Regardless of the Lady’s sacrifice of her own long life for her maid to be able to grow just a bit older. The book tackled the idea of knowing your days were numbered and being able to share those days with someone who had less, and how the maid’s betrayal hurt all more because of it. How the Lady found solace in revenge and her closest companion, a Duke raised alongside her and the prince.

It inspired some of her writing as the love story was one of passion and drama, things she wanted desperately to write about. Though she found her own writing to be a cheap knock off despite the gentle barista’s insistence that it was good. Still, she found herself addicted to this story, reading and rereading it until she felt like she was the protagonist herself and it gave to her own story.

Ginger found herself bewitched the story, gushing about every little detail to the sweet barista. So much so, she assumed that he was tired of it after the fifth conversation. She couldn’t help it, every time she reread the story she found little details or completely new meanings to the characters. Her perspectives on character’s and their actions changed drastically the more she read the art between the hard covers of that book. 

The weekend came unexpectedly as Ginger had completely forgotten about the concert somehow, Irvin had been a staple in her life for as long as she could remember and seeing him in front of her, in the flesh. Singing for her. Her stomach churned and she felt the sudden need to vomit now that she pictured it, but in the best of ways. Even as she prepared for the event, dancing along as she dried off after a shower, singing into her hairbrush, and as she slipped on her shoes. She used Irvin’s music to feed into her fantasy and pictured him as the male lead in Rise of Bliss. He was what she pictured when she read it and she was terrifyingly excited to see him perform. Her phone screen lit up with a small text from her date and she knew it was time to leave. Ginger had told herself not to worry. She wasn’t the main character in the novel, there was no need to put so much expectation onto her idol. He was there to perform for his fans, she’d be another face in the crowd, and that thought brought her enough comfort to leave her house with anticipation instead of dread.

From across the street she could see the crowd forming around the venue and while it was overwhelming, it made her happy to know she wasn’t alone in her love for the artist. She fidgeted waiting for the crossing to change in her favor and she allowed the music in her headphones to sooth her anxiousness for the time being. The night air was refreshing and it made her feel like she was in a movie, it made it easier for her to breathe. Another text, ‘I see you!’ and a picture of Ginger with her attention fixed on her phone. She looked shabby in the photo and being surrounded by fans dressed up for Irvin made her self conscious of her attire. Maybe she should have dressed nicer. But the instant she met the sweet barista’s eyes, he just looked happy to see her. It made her heart flutter as he waved in excitement across the road. Even now, under the city lights and surrounded by crowds of people, his beautiful brown eyes immersed in her. He only saw her. The light changed and she finally felt her mind fall silent as she fixated on him and, with a bracing breath, crossed the pavement.

The lights were blinding, her body ached and burned. Ginger was sure she could see people above her but she couldn’t hear anything aside from the horrendous high pitched ringing in her ears. She tried to speak but she felt liquid flooding her throat. What happened? Those brown eyes, once so excited to see her. The one’s she’d grown accustomed to seeing in warmth with a smile, they looked so panicked now. He looked afraid. Of her? For her? She tried to make any sound, any movement to show her barista that she was okay. She hated seeing him so afraid, she wanted nothing more than to see that sweet smile he always gave her. Ginger’s body felt heavy, every touch she managed stung as shards of glass imbedded themselves into her skin. Was she run over? She never saw a car. But today was her first concert, her first date, her book. Terror filled her chest as the realization hit her, she would die without accomplishing a single thing. 

Next

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Thank you so much for reading! If you enjoyed this prolog to my new story, please consider giving me some feedback or support! Please be kind and constructive!

[lovelyypythoness]

And some Drew Thomas x reader

Needing some Maurice “Frenchie” Theriault x reader stuff NEOW

[thereadersmuse]

Does Drew ever thinks about that time he had to stop Ed from stabbing Lorraine.

If I had to watch my employer who is known for loving his wife try to stab said wife I'd be traumatized.

Drew has seen some shit, that's for certain. Too bad there is no benefit package for 'spooky ghost business' because all of them need fucking therapy. And so do all the rest of us after that scene.

[edupunkn00b]

Everyone Leaves, Ch. 4: Virgil

Colorized version of Wolf-in-front-of-Moon, Clément Bucco-Lechat CC 3.0

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Virgil appears and demands to know what Remus has done to Logan. He finds Logan happily sleeping, sprawled over Remus' lap. And a frighteningly happy Remus.

CW: intrusive thoughts, wolf bite, blood, swearing, unreality A continuation of @lost-in-thought-20's incredible story for the @tsspromptmonth 🌸 Spring Cleaning 🌸 event. ---

The door rattled in its frame, chunks of cement from the walls clattering to the floor in a dusty avalanche. “Remus!” 

BANG BANG BANG BANG  

The wolves whimper in the corner. There’s only one Side his wolves fear.

“Open the fucking door, Remus!”  Virgil’s tempest voice shakes his bones but he ignores it. Virgil was all talk. He’s the one who should be afraid. “What’d you do? Impersonate him? Got him tied up in there?”

“Oooo, kinky!” Remus cackles as he waves the door open. “And keep your voice down, Emo,” Logan slept better with the sound of his voice. “The nerd’s finally asleep.” He stares into Virgil’s shadowed eyes, the black smeared with tear tracks. Logan's presence brought company but it also brought light. Dim, but enough to relish in the fear in Virgil's eyes. “Wake him and I’ll spend every night for the next year camped out in your little brain while you try to sleep.”

“Do your worst!” Virgil’s posture stays strong but there’s a warble in his voice and Remus knows his point was made. Anxiety knows better than to take his threats as mere words. “Just put Logan back to normal! Release him from whatever you did and let him go! We need him! Thomas is in a fucking police station getting fingerprinted right now.”

Remus sucks on the tip of his middle finger. “Hmmm… yummy. I always wanted to know what that ink tasted like. Sticky, bitter, kinda like—”

“Shut up!” The tempest voice shakes through his bones and Remus shivers, staring back with green glowing eyes. Virgil takes a deep breath to calm himself. It doesn’t work. “Look, you can have whatever you want, Remus, just let him go so he can fix this!”

“But this is what I want. Right here, in my arms, in my room.” He smiles, mouth stretched wide enough to touch his ears. If he stretched enough, he could even drop his jaw just like Janus used to when he asked.

Back when Janus stayed. Back when Janus gave a fuck.

Virgil’s steps falter and the wolves slink out from under his bed. “See? Even they’re not afraid of you anymore,” Remus reaches out to pet the closest wolf and its ears flatten against the top of its head and it sinks its fangs into his hand. 

Remus smiled as he tore his hand from the beast’s mouth. It was then that Logan woke. “Remus?” He blinked, staring into Remus’ eyes.

“Logan, you’re alright!” Virgil dropped to his knees and reached for him. “We need you, we—” The wolves snarled the moment Virgil’s hand grazed Logan’s and he drew back.

Save for a single glance, Logan ignores Virgil and sits up facing Remus. “You are injured,” he frowns and holds out his hand. A large red box appears before him and he opens the case to reveal a perfectly organized first aid kit. He takes out supplies and begins flushing Remus’ wound with sterile saline. Like tears. Remus hissed under his breath, the water sharp and biting the wound.

“Logan? Wha—How did you do that? Only Remus can conjure in his room.”

“Falsehood,” he said without looking up from his ministrations. "I obviously just did and I am not Remus.” Wound irrigated, Logan began blotting his skin with a soft cloth, pristine white and clean like his room had never seen before. He worked silently for a moment, those laser sharp eyes staring at the puncture wounds on Remus’ hand like he fucking dared them to start seeping blood again.

“I will bandage your wound now,” he said, raising his eyes up. Logan looked at him with a softness Remus hadn’t seen since… Fuck Janus. He nodded.

“Do whatcha gotta do, Nerdy Wolverine,” he grinned, a little too widely. What was the worst that could happen? The bite was already starting to burn and throb. Logan’s nursing would only help, even if it hurt like hell while he did it. “I won’t fight you.”

“Yeah, right,” Virgil scoffed. “Be careful, Logan. I’m pretty sure I still have Remus’ teeth marks from that time I tried to get a chunk of glass outta—”

“I will be careful, Remus.” Logan didn’t get that Virgil was warning the nerd against what he would do and just trained those eyes on him, holding still with Remus’ hand twitching in his palm. “Tell me if the bandage grows uncomfortable and I will adjust it.”

Remus nodded, mouth hanging open but nothing would come out. The only other person who could shut him up was Dee and that was with his powers. Even Virgil finally shut up and just watched, all tense and coiled like he expected Remus to attack their resident logician.

After his wounds were hidden under layers of gauze and those little pads you get at the hospital, Logan pressed down on each of his nail beds, Remus watched, too, as tannish pink went white and then quickly returned. “I believe this  dressing adequate now. I will need to change your bandage in a few hours to guard against infection.” The nerd looked up and actually smiled. “How does it feel, Remus?”

The wolf who’d bitten him slunk out from the shadows, head hanging low and her tail between her legs. She lay down in front of Logan, whining quietly. “Better, Lo.”

“That is a relief,” Logan murmured and laid one hand on the wolf’s head, instantly turning off that high-pitched whine.

“Okay, so you fixed the nightmare’s hand.” Virgil jumped to his feet and opened the door, eyeing the wolf like it had grown tentacles. That’s an idea. Would they be slimy like her insides, intestines flopping through her pelt and hanging to the floor? Or would they match her fur, like boneless prehensile tails sprouting from her back. With teeth.

Virgil was still at the door, reaching for Logan’s hand. “Come fix this mess with the cops! You belong up there with us.”

Logan stared between them and they all stared up at him, watching the cogs in his brain whir as he tried to decide. Even the wolf knew what was what and she slid her muzzle off his lap and stood between him and Remus.

Remus reaches for Logan. He is not going to let him leave, too. He can do what he should’ve done with Virgil. What he should’ve done with Janus. As soon as he gets close to the wolf, she lets out a low growl and clamps down on his hand, teeth piercing the skin like it’s paper. His blood drips to the floor and Logan’s shadow gets longer as he follows Virgil out to the hallway and—

“I am not leaving.” Logan’s sharp voice popped the vision and Remus stared. The wolf was still curled on his lap, tail swish-swish-swishing against the cracked cement. “Nothing has changed. If I am to return, you must listen to me.” She whined again and Logan nodded, scritching her around the ears like he was a fucking puppy. “And you must listen to Remus. Not…” he raised his other hand, silencing Virgil’s protest faster than Janus ever could. “Not to do everything he says, but to listen. He is half of Thomas’ creativity. Some of his ideas are worth exploring.”

“You’ve fucking lost it, Logan! First Nico and now this?” Virgil shoved both hands in his hoodie pockets. “Fine. We’ll figure it out without you,” he muttered and backed away out of the room.

“If you choose not to see reason, then that is your best course of action,” Logan replied calmly, fingers buried in the wolf’s fur. It looked soft like that, plush and comforting like one of Pattycake’s stuffies. The door slammed and Remus looked up. He hadn’t even seen the Emo leave.

“If you choose not to see reason, then that is your best course of action,” Logan replied calmly, fingers buried in the wolf’s fur. It looked soft like that, plush and comforting like one of Pattycake’s stuffies. The door slammed and Remus looked up. He hadn’t even seen the Emo leave.