#he looks at me weird if I suggest it’s walkie time already

[owlyspirit]

Obsessed with my lazy ass dog 😭 doesn’t get up for breakfast. When he eats breakfast he is done and goes back up to sleep in one of our beds 😭 I want that life

[angelhunxoxo]

✩Bill kaulitz x reader smut ✩

Warnings ✮:Nsfw obviously,praise kink,use of toys,slight overstimulation,soft dom bill like extremely soft,I think that’s all??oh also cheating but not?No use of y/n🙏

“You feeling okay,sweetie?”Bill asked as he looked at you,seeing you sprawled out on your bed.It was already 8pm,usually the others would wake up around 4-5pm but your over sleeping concerned him.

“ ‘m fine bill”you mumbled,face buried into your pillow.”you sure?you can talk to me if you need too”he responded as he sat on the edge of her bed,looking over at you as he pet your hair softly.

You sighed as you looked over at him,”can I be honest with you?”you asked him.He raised an eyebrow at your sudden openness but nodded.

“Um I was needing some advice,it’s about Wesley”you told him,slightly nervous.”Oh him?”Bill asked,rolling his eyes.None of your band mates were a fan of Wesley,he was okay but they deemed him untrustworthy.He sighed before looking back at you and nodding,”continue.”

You took a deep breath before explaining your situation,”Well you know how me and him have been dating for a few months,right?”you asked as he nodded.

”Um this is so awkward but I really need to talk about it but I don’t know how to bring up the fact I’ve never crossed the finish line with him,if you know what I mean.”you said,looking down at the floor in embarrassment.

Bill paused for a moment,surprised you felt comfortable enough to share that with him but welcoming it either way.”He’s never made you cum?”he asked,making sure what he heard is correct.

You nodded,feeling like maybe it was stupid to tell him as you frowned slightly.He noticed your frown as he quickly went to comfort you.

“Aw sweetheart,it’s not weird,that’s an issue.Is there a specific reason?Is he focusing too much on himself?Is he just not realizing?”he asked you softly,messing with your hair in attempt to soothe you.

“Um I don’t really know..I guess he just stops after he cums,I don’t know if he expects me to finish before him or just doesn’t care”you answered,looking down at the floor.The feeling of talking about it was strange.

He gave you a sympathetic look.”Do you mind explaining to me what happens between you two in bed?”he asks gently,not wanting to push boundaries as you nodded.

“I guess he just expects head or when we do fuck,he just stops after he cums or he only does stuff to make himself feel good.”you replied to him as he sighs,shaking his head slightly.

“you poor thing,”he sympathized,”Have you tried suggesting toys?or brought up maybe 69ing so he still gets what he wants?”He suggested,looking down at you with soft eyes.

“I’ve brought up toys and he just kinda brushed it off and said I shouldn’t need them.”you frowned as he looked at you pitifully.

“He’s right you shouldn’t need them because he should be making you cum.”he stated calmly with a hint of passive aggressiveness in his voice.”Have you thought of buying one and using it in your alone time?”He asked.

“I mean I’ve thought about it but I don’t want him to find it and get mad for going behind his back”you replied fidgeting with your fingers slightly.

“Maybe we could find one for you then?”he offered politely,”What kind of toy did you have in mind?”He asked,trying to help your situation.

“Um I don’t know I haven’t really thought about it like that,maybe a vibrator or something”you mumbled as he nodded,listening to your words.

“How about this,I’ll go grab a new one,still in the box so you know it’s clean and we can try it together,how’s that sound?”He asked,tilting your chin up to look at him.

You looked at him curiously as you heard his words.”I’ll guide you through it and try to make sure you feel good,are you okay with that?”He asked you softly,a smile appearing on his face when you nodded.

He smiled,giving you a quick kiss on the top of your head as he went to go grab the new bought toy,hoping it’d be good enough for you as he walked back.

He walked into your room as he closed and locked the door behind him,walking over to where you sat on the bed as he sat down next to you.

“You sure you want to do this?”he asked,rubbing your lower back comfortingly.”We don’t have to if you don’t want to,”He reassured you.

“No it’s okay,I wanna try this.”You said,eager to experiment especially with your best friend guiding you through it.

He nodded at you as he took the toy out of the box,setting it down as he pushed you back gently,as your head and back made contact with the pillows behind you.

He looked over at you as he pulled down your pajama shorts leaving you in your underwear and a tank top.He smiled at you teasingly as he slid his hand into your panties(I hate that word omg),rubbing your clit softly as you gasped.

“Excited,are we?”He teased,feeling how wet you were as you whined softly.”Are you ready?”He asked,holding the vibrator against your clit but not turning it on just yet.

You nodded at his words but that wasn’t good enough.He ‘tsk’d lightly as he rubbed your thigh.”I need to hear your words,sweetie.You can use them for me,can’t you?”He asked softly.

“Yes,I’m ready.”You mumbled as he smiled at you,”Atta girl,just relax and if anything feels off,let me know.”He reassured as he turned the vibrator up to medium speed.

You gasped at the sudden pleasure,letting out a small whimper as bill giggled.”Feels good,doesn’t it?”He teased as you nodded,whining softly.

“Good,that’s what I like to hear”He smiled,as his left hand toyed with your pretty cunt,while his right one held the vibrator firmly to your clit.

He slowly pushed his ring and middle finger into your pussy(idk what else to say😭),pumping his fingers slowly as you let out a soft moan.

“Are you comfortable?”He asked,looking up at you.still fucking you gently with his fingers.

You nodded immediately,”mhm t-thank you bill”you whimpered out followed by a moan.

He smiled,seeing how appreciative you were being even though he had just barely started,”Thank me after you cum,sweet girl”He teased as he listened to your pretty moans.

“Let it all out,sweetie”He praised,loving how your moans and whimpers sounded,knowing he was the one causing them.

You whined,feeling how his praise went straight to your core(I am so sorry😞),he felt you clench around his fingers as he laughed a bit.”Aw you liked that sweetheart?”He asked.

you whined in response which made him frown.He lightly slapped your thigh,”Answer me when I talk to you sweet girl.”He requested softly as you nodded,which brought back his small smile,returning his fingers back into your cunt as he curled and uncurled them.

You let out soft moans as you gripped onto the sheets under you,bill watching you intently,making sure you feel good.

”Do you mind if I turn it up some?”He asked,referring to the speed of the vibrator as looked down at you from where he sat on his knees.You mumbled out a soft “mhm” to which he grinned,turning the vibrator up to max speed as you cried out n arched your back.

He smiled,getting the reaction he wanted as he pumped his fingers inside of you faster,slowly rubbing the vibrator against your clit,seeing you twitch slightly whenever it touched specific spots.

Your moans got louder as you felt yourself about to cum,thighs shaking lightly as you whined out.”Bill I’m gon-“”shhh it’s okay sweet girl,I know,let me take care of you.”He cut you off,shushing you gently as his fingers picked up pace,now doing a come hither motion as you clenched around his fingers causing him to groan,taking in the sight of how pretty you looked as a mess.

You cried out loudly as you felt your orgasm wash over you,hands gripping the sheets tighter than before and your thighs shaking but he held the vibrator in the same place,wanting you to ride out your orgasm as long as you could,knowing you don’t get them often.

He took his fingers out of your hole as he gripped onto your thigh with his now free hand as he watched you moan n shake,admiring how pretty you looked.

He placed the vibrator down as he turned it off before looking back at you,slightly repositioning him self farther between your legs so he could reach up n brush you hair out of your face as it stuck there from sweat.

“Let me clean you up,sweetie.”He whispered as he grabbed her thighs softly as he leaned down before licking a stripe up your cunt,causing you to buck your hips slightly to which he grabbed them and held them down.

“no no no..stay still hun,don’t fight it”he cooed at you softly,he licked up your juices(I’m sorry once again) as he heard you whine,”B-bill”,giggling softly as he heard you say his name so desperately.He sat up,wiping his mouth with his hand.

He watched you as you panted of breath as he gave you a kiss on the forehead,before turning to leave.”Ill be right back for you sweetheart.”He assured you gently,watching as you looked up at him as he moved to the door.

He walked back into your room,holding a bottle of water from the fridge as he sat down next to you,petting your hair softly.

“Come here sweetie,”he said,as he helped you sit upright before gently grabbing your chin,tilting your head up as he poured a sip of water in your mouth.”You did so good”He commented,placing the water down on your bedside table.He caressed your cheek softly,watching you catch your breath.

“Do you-Do you think Wesley is gonna find out?”you asked,small stutter in your voice due to anxiousness and how good bill just made you cum.He sighed and held you in his arms,petting your hair.”It’s okay I promise he won’t,and if he does”

“Just let me deal with him,okay?”

[unicyclehippo]

This is anon from earlier. I didn't mention Laudna's role because you already had, and I interpreted Imogen as the only one inviting my unhinged input. I simply believed your big beautiful brain had tomes already covering the subject so I stepped back. In fact, Laudna is my #1 favorite CR charcter of all time to the point that talking about her makes me shy?? so even focusing on Imogen that much was probably a good exercise for me. I'm looking at a Dark Crystal art book on my shelf as we speak. The puppeteer concept owns my ass.

yeah that makes sense 👍 talk abt her more! shyness is not being sure if what u say is good or beautiful or funny enough or attention seeking whatever i tell u fuck it up!!!!! yell scream holler!!! this is not just abt laudna it’s midnight for me n im fucking pissed talk loud talk shit make weird art make crude jokes im sick of POLITE im sick of SOFT im sick of every weird thing being apologised for or hidden away loud n proud baby make weird art make weird characters try smth new be messy be in the moment try your best do it loud

anyway i hope i didn’t sound too rude before i was being a little bitch abt ppl not giving laudna enough attention but it wasn’t abt u specifically. here’s a snippet i wrote when i should have been working:

The show is going to be a fucking disaster.

Imogen hasn’t said those exact words out loud yet because if the actors hear her they’ll go into hysterics; she’s considering it still, despite that, because at the moment it feels like she either tells them they’re fucking stupid or she personally strangles someone. No one has learned their fucking lines, or their blocking—despite Orym diligently taping it out for them; FCG keeps trying to find a way to get the flamethrower into the show; the leading man and his understudy got into a fistfight—and Imogen still can’t figure out what the fight was about (except that Fearne was involved, of course), if Fearne encouraged it, and whether she needs to fire these guys or just give them a stern talking to—and as if all that weren’t enough, the set is falling to pieces. That wasn’t the troupe’s fault. Or Imogen’s. The moving company fucked it up on the move from storage when the theatre was getting repaired and after a very, very, very long back and forth, the theatre is going to get some kind reimbursement from the insurance but she doubts very much that the cash will make it to them in time for everything to be fixed by opening night. Basically, they’re fucked.

‘Why don’t we take five?’ Orym suggests, very quietly over his walkie. ‘I can hear you grinding your teeth from here,’ he jokes.

Imogen hopes it’s a joke. She tries to look for him but gives it up as impossible—most likely, he’s backstage or at Props and she can’t see him from her place in the third row. She relaxes her jaw. Rubs her temples for a second before fumbling for her walkie talkie.

‘Might as well. We could take twenty and it wouldn’t fix shit.’ Movement on the stage. Imogen looks over—and locks eyes with big, bright, hopeful eyes. She jams her finger onto the talk button of her walkie. ‘If FCG comes a step closer to me, I’ll kill ‘em.’

‘Roger that. I’ll send Ash to distract.’

Imogen drops heavily into the back of her seat. Scowls as she takes in the stage. She doesn’t notice actors throwing themselves bodily out of her line of sight.

Truth is, it’s going to be fine. There’s two weeks until dress rehearsal, and three until opening night, and—as it has with every show Imogen’s directed—it will come together. The actors will figure it out, maybe fumble a line or two. FCG can be handled, flamethrower drastically underpowered (or denied entirely, as is Imogen’s preference). Fearne…is Fearne. Still more talent than trouble, barely—which was really saying something, since she was maybe the most talented actor Imogen had ever met.

It’s the set that’s the real problem, the real reason Imogen hasn’t been able to sleep at night. Whenever she looks at it, her heart feels like it’s going to crack open. And every bright idea and directing cue she adds to make up for it is just a band-aid barely holding it together. It’s ridiculous to be so upset about it but…

Every year. Every year, the Bertrand Bell’s House of Entertainment, Leisure, and Luxury (most just call it the Bell Theatre) puts on Matilda & Delilah. It’s an old play and a crowd favourite for a reason—performers come and go, costumes change, sometimes a bold director changes the setting to something more modern, but it’s the set that keeps people coming back to see it, year after year. The tree. It’s the heart of the entire play. For Imogen, it’s the heart of the entire theatre. There wouldn’t be a Bell Theatre without it; there wouldn’t be an Imogen without it.

The tree is old and gnarled. One big piece that looms in the back of the stage—when the lights fall on it, just right, it is impossibly huge in the tiny little theatre. The shadow it casts stretches across the back curtain, branches twisting and grasping like crooked fingers, and every year Imogen lives for that moment when the lights shut off—all but the one behind the tree, and those same branches crawl out over the crowd. Menacing them. Trapping them. It’s dark and, when it’s done right, genuinely frightening.

But it’s broken. Half the branches snapped off, and the mechanism to wheel it up and down the stage busted. The cage doors won’t open either, and the colour has bleached in odd places. Imogen half-suspects the moving company hadn’t stored it at all. This wasn’t her tree at all, just some shoddy replica.

[thatonewatching]

Church Boy-Truthful

TW

I stood up from the floor. "Larry, do you have some paper and something to write with?" I ask. "Yea, right here." He said, pointing to a shoebox next to him. "Thank you." I said, opening it to reveal a few notebooks and some writing utensils. 

"No problem, Travis." he said, continuing with his art. I walked back to the spot I was at and sat down once again. I sat the paper on the top of the lid to a container nowhere in sight that was resting on the floor.

"𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑔. 𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌. 𝒢𝑜𝒹, 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝑒. 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝒶𝓎. 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝐼 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇. 𝑀𝒶𝓎𝒷𝑒, 𝒾𝒻 𝐼 𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓉, 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇. 𝐼 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝐼 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒 𝓂𝓎𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻. 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓈𝓃'𝓉 𝒶 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝓃𝑒𝓇. 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒶 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁. 𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝑒𝓎𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓁𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓋𝑜𝒾𝒸𝑒. 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝓉𝓎𝓁𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝑔𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒻𝑒𝓁𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒶𝓂𝑒. 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒶 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁..."

I wrote, tears coming to my eyes. 

Sal's POV: 

I was in my room, lying on my bed and holding the stuffed cat my mother had gotten me when I was younger. It looked like Gizmo. My dad got Gizmo because he looked like an animal, we got him after the accident. He was my favorite little boy. My lil' meatball boy.

I smiled a little, happy I still could after what just went down. I tossed and turned around. Soon after I got comfy, my walkie-talkie beeped, and Larry started talking to me. "Hey, Sal?" he softly called out. "Yea?" I exasperatedly ask. "Travis is being, like, super fucking weird. He's being all quiet and polite. Can you come over?" he asked, a genuine sense of worry in his voice. "Sure, I'll be right up." I assure him, slipping on my shirt.

*Time Skip*

I was in the elevator now when my walkie-talkie went off again. "Dude, he just left." Larry said, panic settling in his voice. "Where'd he go?" I ask, just as concerned. "Outback. Asked me for some paper and something to write with. After he wrote something down, he put it in his pocket and left. What if it's, like, a suicide note or something?" Larry suggested, causing my heart to race and my brow to sweat. "Let's hope not..."

I ran out of the elevator as it opened, the door still sliding slightly. I ran to his room, not bothering to knock or tell anyone why I was there. "Hey, Sal." My dad greeted me from the couch. "Hi, dad!" I yelled back, faking happiness as I panicked harder. I busted into Larry's room to find him already dressed and ready to go. "C'mon!" I yelled, grabbing his wrist and dragging him to the door. 

As we exited the building, the sight of bright blonde hair at the top caught me off guard. "Travis, what the fuck are you doing?" I yelled, body beginning to shake but most likely not from the cold. "I'm fucking done." he yelled back, taking a small step forward. 

My heart sped up and my intrusive thoughts got the better of me.

Travis' POV:

I was standing at the edge. His bright blue hair caught my attention. "Travis, what the fuck are you doing?!" he yelled. "I'm done." I replied, taking a small step as I recalled every fucking time my father punished me. 

Every time I watched my mother bleeding on the floor.

Every time I cut my body up. 

Every time I feared coming home. 

Every time I begged for my father's approval and love. 

Every time I thought of Sal. 

Every damn time.

"Leave. I know you don't care. I know it. Stop pretending you do so everyone will look at you like you're a saint. You are the epitome of evil. You are a sinner. A freak!" I yelled, clenching my fists. Sal took a step back and looked at Larry. He said something, I could tell because his mask shifted. 

After he turned away from Larry, he faced the treehouse and started bolting towards it. He climbed the steps at an inhuman pace, something I never thought would be possible for a guy his size. 

Once he reached me, he tackled me to the ground and pulled me into a hug. "Travis, what the fuck were you thinking?!" he screamed, hugging me tighter. 

Sal's POV:

I looked up at the boy, fear in his eyes and anger in his stance. I turned towards Larry and started talking. "I'm going to save his life, even if it costs me mine. I promise." I said, Larry turned to me with fear and guilt in his eyes. "I love you, bro. So much. Be fuckin' careful and don't do anything stupid." he said, looking back toward Travis. He looked down at me with hate. "Leave. I know you don't care. I know it. Stop pretending you do so everyone will look at you like you're a saint. You are the epitome of evil. You are a sinner. A freak!" he yelled.

I took a deep breath and ran as fast as my legs would take me to the treehouse. I climbed up the steps, ravaging my fingers and hands as I did. Once I reached the top, I tackled him to the ground, hugging him and wishing I could hold on forever. "Travis, what the fuck were you thinking?!" I screamed, tightening my grasp. 

He looked at me with pure fear. "I don't know..." he said, falling into my arms and letting the tears drip from his deep amber eyes. "Don't you ever fucking scare me like that again..." I whispered, taking in everything I could. 

He smelled like vanilla and new book; his eyes were amber, and he had dark bags under them. Small freckles could be seen if you looked hard enough. He looked exhausted. "I was so scared..." he admitted. "Travis, I was too..." I assured. "What...?" he asked, confused and sad. "I tried too. My dad found me and cut the rope. I'm so fucking grateful..." I said, letting out a breath I didn't know I was holding. 

Travis stayed silent for a moment, accepting my hug and letting me rub his back as I talked to him. "Trav, why do you hate me?" I asked, trying not to dampen the already cold mood. He said nothing, instead, he sighed and buried his face into my neck. "I don't know..." he truthfully answered. "It's okay..." I assured, using my fingers to massage his spine. 

"Travis, we don't have to be enemies, you know that, right?" I ask, cupping his cheek as he stared at me. "I know..." he said, dropping his head onto my shoulder. "Friends?" I ask. 

"Friends..."

(Originally Posted March 19th 2023 on Wattpad)

"Church Boy." - Truthful - Wattpad

[pastelracha]

STREETRACHA II

☾ Title : STREET RACHA II

☾ Pairing: BangChan x fem!reader

☾ Genre: established relationship, fluff, suggestive, smuttish & angsty.. 

☾ Prompt: Illegal street racer Chan.

☾ A/N: Street racer Chan is still on my mind and apparently yours, so here we go again !  if you ever watched Fast & Furious you got the reference of Felix eating snack as Han (in the films) don’t forget to give me your feed back guys xox

☾ Warning : +18, profanities, angsty (I love to hurt myself bye), suggestive, smoking. smuttish, cockwarming, Bin being the playboy he is, everything in italic is flashback, this part is more based on chan and his worries .. 

☾ PART I

read proof is off.

☾ SOUNDTRACK : 

See You Again - Wiz Khalifa & Charlie Puth 

The Bones - Maren Morris & Hozier 

☾ Word Count: 4.872K

Chan was sitting a cup of coffee in his hand, looking at your sleeping figure and a small smirk sitting on his lips, feeling really good at this instant, the little fairy lights above his bed shinning on you, making you look so peaceful, a small sight of content escaped his mouth. 

“Chan ?’’ You sleepy asked “why are you up ? It’s Sunday and it’s 7am’’ 

He looked at his clock, and then you, a small pout on your lips, your hair being a mess on the top of your head your scrunchie barely holding your hair, wearing one of his shirt. You looked so unreal at this moment, or maybe he was too crazy over you. Even moaning like a baby cause the bed was cold without him. 

You were the fierce behind the wheel, but in the everyday life you were the cutest human he ever saw. 

The last race was about to start, you were sitting in your car waiting for the one girl you were about to race. Chan hanging against his car with the rest of the guys. A can of energy drink is his hand, wearing a full black outfit, and a beanie sitting on the top of his head hiding his hair. 

A smirk sitting on his face looking in your direction, you looked so hot, your hands on the wheel and your eyes fixed of the road in front of you, your lower lips stuck between your teeth just like his. 

“Dude stop looking at my sister like it’s weird’’ said Jisung a look a disgust on his face “dude I’m clearly dating your sister’’ laughed the older one

Since you started dating and being serious about each other Jisung decided to be a big baby about it, even if Jisung kept saying his sister dating one of his closest friend didn’t changed anything, all of them could see he was clearly bothered not being the center of his sister’s world anymore. And how you were at the garage most of the time it wasn’t to see your baby brother but to see the Australian, and sleep here most of the time. 

But Jisung being himself he was trying to look cool and pretend it was okay. 

“Min where is she ?’’ Asked Felix over the talkie walkie, eating a snack. “Lix, it’s Y/N we’re talking about, she’s already coming back’’ laughed Seungmin. 

“Babe i think Jisung is mad at me’’ chuckled Chan, coming back to the bed next to you. “ Chris, it’s 7am, I want to make out with you and we’re having lunch with him, and no he is not mad at you, he is just being the big baby he is’’ 

He nodded, cupping your face and started kissing you. Yes Christopher Bang Chan was head over heels for you. 

-&-

Winter in the garage was a lot slower than summer, less racing tourists, more time to work on their own cars, and since Chris got DK’s car he decided to do a lot of things to the Porsche, new paint which Minho did, new rims and some coilovers. And a whole new turbo system. 

And knowing you also wanted to change your car to a more powerful one, and knowing you Chris knew he gonna have a lot of work, there was no way his girlfriend would have a less powerful car than him ! 

“Chan where do I put the TEIN box ?’’ Asked Jeongin pushing his glasses up. 

“It’s mine or Bin ?’’ Chan asked back, knowing Changbin also ordered new coilovers for his new car. 

Looking at his garage this moment Chan felt somehow nostalgic but also happy, really happy. At first STREET RACHA was a small dream of his, but now it was one of the biggest garage in South Korea. Now all his closest friends were working with him, Changbin & Jisung on the mechanic, Minho doing pain job, Hyunjin the craziest modifications, Jeongin and Seungmin at the shop part, Felix organizing all the street races and you helping and making him so happy. 

In the last few months his life became a lot better, and he was kind of scared of what could happened next ? 

“I heard they’re doing crazy shit in Hong Kong’’ said Felix still having a little bag of snack in his hand, putting his shades on his forehead “ Jackson texted me about it, asking if we want to be a part of it’’ 

“Hong Kong ? We should be careful cause cops are still looking for Chris’ old car’’ responded Seungmin. 

After the race against DK, and Chris getting his car, the Japanese called the cops about a guy doing illegal racing and somehow dangerous stuffs in Seoul with the said car, so the guys decided to repaint the car, changed the plates and burned it outside Seoul, and finally sold some of the parts of the system in the shop. 

“They never find it, the car finished as a metal square’’ remarked Hyunjin. “It was nothing more than a ghost car’’ 

“Let’s just take mine’’ 

All the guys stopped what they were doing to look at you. “Our savior Han Y/N always coming at the right time’’ chuckled Jeongin. 

“Thanks INnie, so what about Hong Kong ?’’ You asked hugging Chris. 

Felix showed you his phone, a race for 100k and a weekend in hong kong seems nice. And the cars guys in Hong Kong always seems to do things better and crazier than in here. 

“So Hong Kong next weekend ? Huh?’’ 

-&-

“So this is their race style ? Cooool!’’ Changbin was clearly enjoying the things happening in front of his eyes, a few girls smiling at him “Excuse me guys, Binnie got to say hello’’ 

You chuckled at you friend behavior, Changbin was a seducer and it will never change. “Ladies come and see how we do it in Seoul’’ 

“He’s unbelievable’’ laughed Chan next to you,  “babe it’s Bin we’re talking about’’ 

This race was so out of your comfort zone, you were looking everywhere next to you boyfriend, the cars were looking insane, everything seems bigger and cooler. 

“You know the kids are all busy looking at the cars, bin is flirt-ing I think’’ you turn your head to Changbin only to see him making out with one of the girls almost laying on his car .. not so weird Changbin was known as the flirty guys in the crew, and this dude always treat his ladies right ! “What about we go back to the hotel until my race’’ 

“I would say yes if only Felix wasn’t making weird gesture to you’’ you laughed. 

Felix was in front of a crazy Lamborghini, looking like a bat mobile Hong Kong was clearly something else. “Guys look at this, this is fucking insane!’’ 

You couldn’t help but smiled at Felix, he was still wearing a brace on his knee helping with to walk and the beanie on his head made him look so adorable. He was so happy to be here, but couldn’t race himself and you knew he was dying to do it, it’s been so long till he lasted have his fun. 

He was like a kid in a toy store, it’s been long since you saw him like that. 

“Please take him with you for your race babe’’ you discreetly said to your boyfriend. 

At this memory Chan smiled alone in his garage on a Sunday midday, Felix always loved racing and doing it with his closest friends was a dream to him, doing what he loved the most with the people he loved the most, all thanks to Chan who first took him under his wing, and doing a race sitting in the passenger seat would take the younger one to the real start of his passion. 

“Chan what in the fucking hell ?’’ 

Chan heard the madness in Felix’s tone, and swore he never saw his friend like that before ? What made the other Australian that mad ? 

“Why the hell people are saying all the over the internet, Bang is stopping, this was Bang last race ?’’ 

Chan couldn’t believe the secret was out just like that, he closed his eyes not ready to have this conversation with Lix. Tears creeping behind his eyelids, and feeling his hands starting to tremble. 

“Lix, i-i .. i don’t even know how to say it .. but’’ 

“But what Chan ? Huh what ?’’ Felix was raging, his voice so loud and clear screaming on his best friend. “How could you do that, say that ? After all ? My accident ? Y/N ? All these years it doesn’t mean anything to you ? This garage ? Fucking hell Christopher !’’ 

“Yeah your accident, is one of the reasons, I can’t lose one of you, and I can’t lose her Felix, you guys are everything to me ! Y/N imagine what happened to you, happening to her ? I will never forgive myself if this was going to happen ok !’’ 

Chan never wanted to announced it like that, yes he wanted to say he was going to quit racing, but having a talk at first, he still loved racing with his whole heart but everything was going to fast for him, he almost lose his best friend, tears were running on his face, trying it behind his hands. 

“Y/N will never let you ruin your dream and passion because of what happened thanks to an asshole Chan, we been doing it that for god knows how long. You fell in love with cars and now you are at the top of what we are doing, and you’re a model for younger racers’’ 

The brunette didn’t say anything, he was looking at the floor of the garage, a twisted tongue and mind empty from everything Felix said. “Just look around you, everything you created, Chris look, just for a second and tell me once again you want to quit racing !’’ 

“If you quit racing, I’m breaking up with you Christopher’’ 

He didn’t even have to look where the sound was coming, he knew it was you, the person he loved the most on this damn earth. And once again his secret was out in the worst way. 

And he knew he couldn’t lose you and race, but he was also so terrified that anything happened if one of the guys or you were about to lost the control in the middle of a race and a huge accident would happened .. he can’t, he just can’t. 

-&-

Chan didn’t sleep that night, everything in his small apartment on top of the garage reminded him of you, his shirt on his bed smelling just like your perfume, the pillow right next to his smelled just like your hair care routine, and the photo of you lying in his bed in nothing but one of his brief boxer in his black sheets, in his wallet was clearly still on his mind, but one question was also sitting on his mind, do I really want to quit racing ? The answer was a big no ! Racing was in his blood, he started when he just got his license .. okay he started before that but that wasn’t the point, but he can’t really remember how his life was before racing, and started having his own car. 

His first car was still in the garage, hiding under a cover, a black Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution IX from 2006. And damn he worked so hard to get his first car, which was also his real first love .. the poor car went though a lot, and Chan too. He first met most of the guys with this car, he got his reputation with it, he lost his first race against you with this car. 

And he clearly remember that night. 

Chan couldn’t believe it, he lost ! His baby girl lost the race, he just got his reputation and a girl has beat him without even cheating .. it was just a two seconds distance but 2 seconds were a lot in a race like this. 

He was sitting dumbfounded behind his wheel, you were a beautiful girl probably his age, and a fury on a race .. he totally got to know you. Chan was just a 19 years old guy from Australia with a huge passion for racing and he wanted to learn from you. 

He didn’t heard you knock on his window the first time, still too dumbfounded and hands still on the wheel. “Hey’’ 

He turned his head to you, rolling the window down and looking at you. Saying hi in return. 

The thing you said was still stuck in his mind five years later, “You did real good, go buy some stuff for your car and call me next time to race’’ 

The red lacy material you were holding ended on his laps, he chuckled when he understood what it was, some bills of 10,000 Won sitting in your lacy panties and a small note with your name and number on it. 

Years later the said panties were still siting in his glove compartment, and he cherished this memory so much as the first time you guys met. 

He weakly smiled cause after all these time the car still turned on. “I missed you Berry, let’s go for a ride’’ he said caressing the leather on the wheel. (𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯'𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘉𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺) 

He didn’t drive around Seoul with his first car for something like the last 3 years, and riding it like that suddenly felt so nostalgic, Felix learned to drive on this car, as for Jeongin. It was the first car him, Jisung and Changbin worked on together. 

And it’s in this car that Chan realized he had feeling for you, Han Jisung’s older sister. 

Chan knew he didn’t want to quit racing, he was just scared of losing one of you, if he didn’t stop all of his ‘dangerous’ lifestyle. But you all were a part of this lifestyle, racing got you all together, it was your thing. But Chan being Chan he just wanted to protect everyone he loved. 

And he kept telling himself that maybe if he quit, maybe one by one you also will stopped. 

Deep back in his mind he knew quitting was equal to shutting his true self, and pretend to be happy in his life, almost like wearing a mask everyday. At that moment his phone ding on the passenger seat. 

« From y/n  ♡ : i knew berry would help you thinking about all of this, but Chris you can’t quit to protect us » 

It was crazy how you were able to read his mind, you knew just by seeing his first car exiting the garage he was out thinking about all the thing eating him alive. 

His heart was breaking little by little, cause it was the only way he thought to protect you and the guys, the last time he protected you, he beat up a guy so bad, leaving him only his underwear and passport, and he was tired of wearing this crazy bad boy mask. He just wanted to race for fun and make a bit of money to live ok with you, working with his best friends in their garage, and coming home to your arms at night. 

He just wanted to find a way, to go back to the funny part of racing night and not feeling like he would lose one of you at any moment during a race. He tried to tap different texts to you but never find the right way to tell you how he really felt inside, so he gave up. Looking at the moon, laying on the top of his car. Tears slowly dropping on his cheeks. 

Bang Chan was tired of living in fear, he just wanted to love and live his passion the way he really wanted. 

« From y/n  ♡ : just know I’m proud of who you are and I truly love you Christopher » he knew you were serious whenever you called him by his full English name, and he loved how it rolled on your tongue showing how much you trusted just by the way you were calling his name. 

And one thing he was sure, was how much he loved you. 

Looking at the moon and the smoke of his cigarette blurring his vision, Chris remembered all the small things he loved on this earth. The feeling of adrenaline just before the race, when Seungmin’s hand are still up, counting, his feet on the pedal and a hand on the gear stick, the feeling of freedom at a high speed, the smoke of his tyres in the rearview. Even if it was illegal Chan lived for that adrenaline, since forever. “I was born to do it’’ he said to himself lowly 

He also remembered all your late night or rather real early morning conversations about that feeling of driving like it was the last time, doing it like nothing else mattered at the moment, feeling the connection with the road under the four wheels. “ you’ll think I’m insane but winning a race is like having an orgasm’’ you said laughing one night .. he laughed too but knew what you mean, it was being on the edge and finally touching the nirvana once you finish, the euphoria rushing in your blood and head. 

Chris knew he choose the good people to race by his side, all of you feeling the same way on the road. 

His phone in his hand he waited a few seconds, hearing your voice made his heart jumping a bit like the first time he ever saw you with a shy 16 years old Jisung hide (or trying to hide) behind you in a hot summer night. “Hey’’ you said. 

“I .. no i don’t want to quit’’ he simply said at the other side of the line, “ I can’t quit .. it doesn’t sit right with me and I-i just can’t lose you’’ he said choking on his words, his emotions being too much. 

“Then don’t Chris’’ you said in a soft tone. 

Chan didn’t searched his words, he simply let the words of insecurity falling of his mouth for you to listen. It was like his brain didn’t have a filter, saying his worries to you, taking his time to breathe whenever you were telling him to do so. “It’s everything I ever wanted, babe. Making a name for myself, having you by my side, the garage, the kids, a family of the 9 of us’’ he said 

“Don’t forget Changbin being an international playboy and his ladies’’ you chuckled making him too. “Yeah Bin’s ladies but I’m talking about what I ever wanted and it’s you’’ he said smiling a bit. “Are you flirting with me mr.Bang?’’ 

“Yeah, yes I am’’ he chuckled, it was crazy but you always find the right words, 

His smile got bigger as he watched the moon, getting remind of one of your tattoo a crescent moon on your wrist he loved to kiss whenever he wanted. 

“Where are you ?’’ He asked “Yours’’ you responded. 

“I’m coming home’’ he simply told you before hanging up. 

-&- 

You were sitting in his bed, looking by the window at the moon like he was a few minutes ago. Wearing one of his black shirt, your hair in a messy bun and glasses resting on your nose. 

The dark duvet hiding your legs from the cold, hiding some of your tattoos, Chan loved your tattoos, he dropped his kaki bomber jacket on the couch, his sneakers by the door. And he looked at you not saying anything, looking at how beautiful you were, at past 2a.m waiting for him. 

Your small and soft hands holding a cup of your favorite tea, which he always remembered to buy when he did grocery shopping, 

“Hello’’ he said after he laid down on the bed next to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. 

“Hey’’ you said in return, putting your hand on his cheek, caressing his skin. He forgot to shave for a few days, and was looking so beautiful like this. One of his many beanies sitting on the top of his head hiding his eyebrows, and the lights of the fairy lights making his eyes shine like it was holding millions of stars. 

“Why are you looking at me like that ?’’ He asked whispering as if anyone could hear him. 

“Because you are a wonderful man and you make me so happy’’ you said whispering too. 

He chuckled shyly at your words, feeling shy suddenly looking at you as if you were holding his whole world in your hands, making him feel so loved, and at ease. His hands caressing the skin under your his shirt, tracing one of the ink on your right ribcage. He knew your body like the bad on his hand, he could find your tattoos his eyes close. 

“I love you so damn much Han Y/N’’ he confessed his skin touching your back, he needed to feel your skin against his, he needed you to comforted him and he did it by touching you. 

You smell making him feel at home and at ease. His mouth dropping kiss on the cotton of his shirt, and tracing your spine with kisses up to your neck. 

Chan never really get why Changbin or Hyunjin were obsessed with cockwarming up until now “it’s a sort of comfort with your partner dude’’ he remembered Changbin telling him one day. 

He wanted to be connected to you, but without wanting to pound into you like he was usually doing most of the nights you were spending by his side. 

His hands drawing abstracts shapes on your thighs close to your inner thighs, your hands getting lose in his curly hair, his lips too busy kissing your neck as an apology for his earlier words about quitting his passion. 

Small whimpers leaving your mouth, even if he was just gone for a few hours you missed him like crazy and he did too. Whispering how much he loved you between each kisses. 

Both of your shirts were now somewhere next to his makeshift bed, the rest of your tea turned cold next to his window, and your scrunchie flew right in front of the door. Making out with chan was always rough but this time he was so soft and gentle about it, his hands stroking the skin of your ass. “Babe .. wait ..’’ He said breaking the kiss, his cheeks covered in blush as his neck and a bit of his chest, he suddenly turned shy looking at everything but you for a few seconds asking your thoughts about cockwarming. 

“I just wanted to try it .. just like that cause apparently it’s really intimate and..’’ You shut him up by kissing him. Shy Chris was too much, talking his shyness away or usually playing with his hands. 

You just nodded looking right into his eyes. “Yeah, let’s try it’’ you smiled. 

Chan was scared you would find it boring, him sitting in you but not moving, as you were simply sitting on him, chest to chest his hands running on your bad, covered by his duvet so none of you would be cold. As you were tracing shapes on his chest, you find it pretty comforting being this close to him, you sighed in content, eyes closed. 

The soft tune of Maren Morris’ song playing in the back, Chris felt so good right now, he needed it. He felt so calm in this moment, he looked down at you, totally bare just like him. He didn’t wanted this moment to end, he always thought his favorite time you guys had sex, was back in Australia after this big race in his homeland, where you guys fucked in the backseat of this car, near the beach at 3 a.m. 

But now nothing beat this moment of calm, he felt a sort euphoria in that moment, it wasn’t the sex the best part a relationship no it was being so close to the person that being connected like that felt like he was complete. Like you were the missing part of his body which was your own body. 

“Thank you for always being here for me babe’’ he said. 

You looked at him smiling, whispering how much you loved him. 

After another moment of silence chan shyly laughed to myself, you watched him eyes full of interrogation. “I still have the red lacy underwear you gave me all these years ago’’ he told you. 

“Ooh, yeah i remember’’ you laughed at your turn, your ways of flirting at first were a bit too much, but you always had your eyes on the boy underneath you. “I might just say I had been having a crush on you for the last 5 years’’ you said. 

“I’ve been in love with you since you beat me, that same night’’ he confessed red cheeks. His finger touching one the necklace adoring your neck, the one with his year of birth he gifted you a few months ago. 

You whimpered when he moved his hips a bit to adjust himself, starting to feel the need to move. Not finding the moment boring or anything but he wanted to please you a bit more that just being inside you and not doing anything. 

“Kiss me’’ he demanded his eyes still holding every stars of the sky. 

His name rolling of your lips, as he was moving his hips in small circles, holding your waist creating goosebump on your back, your hands getting lose in this hair. A slim layer of sweat started to covering both of your body as both of you were moving under the duvet. 

He didn’t notice the snow falling outside as his full concentration was on pleasing you, getting moans of his name out of your lips, and covering your collarbones in a galaxy of purple marks and a bit saliva. 

His thrusts were gentle but still hitting you sweet spot in a sweet pace, one of his hand teasing your bundle of nerve. 

“I fucking love you so much’’ he said a bit out of breath. Lips red and swollen, he felt like he was up in the cloud, feeling so light and at ease in the moment looking at you. 

-&-

Chan was lost in his own thoughts, his hand tracing patterns on the bare skin of your back, you were sleeping your head on his chest and arm on his waist. You looked so peaceful like this. 

He sighed, the moon still shined on your bare skin, making the ink even more prettier. “I’m not quitting” he murmured to himself a soft smile adoring his face. 

His iPhone vibrated on the bedside table: « From Jisung: tell me Y\N is with you and you aren’t quitting or I’ll set your car on fire »

He chuckled at the text, responding that yes Jisung’s sister was sleeping at his and no he was going to quit ! 

« To Jisung: I finally realized I can’t protect you the way I wanted to do.. I can’t wrap y’all in bubble wrap and not letting u do what you do the best, I was being selfish because I was scared of losing y’all the way we almost lost Lix during this one race .. and you know I can not lose your sister .. I would turn insane and yeah. »

Jisung knew Chan always felt like the dad of the group, it was in his nature and no one would change it not even his older sister .. so he totally get why Chan reacted the way he did ! But at the same time he was mad at his friend for trying to protect them all like this ! Accident happened in this sport it was a part of the ‘rules’ and sometime he thought Chan was babying them way too much but he knew it was Chan’s way showing his love to them. 

« From Jisung : but don’t forget bro ily and all  ..but if you break my sister’s heart I’ll not hesitate and cut your fingers and make you watch your car burn k »

He chuckled lightly and dropped his phone right back where it was, after putting it on night mode to not be bothered for the rest of the night. 

His hand continued it tracing on your skin, his eyes closed it probably was one of his favorite moment, you sleeping next to him .. he knew he would get good sleep at night if you were with him. Your presence calming him, and making his insomnia going away for some hours. 

He promised you to going in the mountains the next morning with both of your cars and drifting before a nice late breakfast date in a small cafe outside of Seoul. This was an ideal date for both of you .. cars and being with each other. 

And he couldn’t stop thinking about what you told him earlier that night “ Chan driving is in your blood and you can’t deny it” it was true, you knew it probably better than himself. 

“Goodnight sweat peach” he mumbled right before falling asleep, his arm trapping you against his chest. 

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[buck-yyyy]

Maybe a little thing about little Mike and Will cheating on their homework from each other but like, something really stupid like having to talk about their families and Mike writing about Joyce of something.

eee okay i finished it!!! it’s kinda different from the original suggestion, but i hope you like it :)))

tw// period appropriate homophobia (nothing severe or direct, just comments)

~~don’t have access to my computer rn and can’t figure it out on mobile, but i’ll add a cut here eventually~~

mike sat at his desk, elbow on the desktop with his hand on his forehead, propping up his head. he stares at the singular piece of paper that’s been sitting there, intending to be written on, for the last hour. at the top, a single sentence lists the instructions for the assignment: draw a picture of your family. write a description of what your family is like. it’s a simple assignment, especially since he’s already in fifth grade, and yet he has no idea where to start. his family doesn’t feel like the kind you’re supposed to write about- a dad who does nothing but sleep and work, and barely pays attention to his kids or wife, and a mom who is so busy taking care of the kids that she barely has time for herself. it’s not the picture-perfect family that mrs. greene wants, and she should’ve known that. why couldn’t she just know that?

mike threw down the pencil, frustrated, and went to kick over his chair, but stopped. he glanced back up at his desk, with his walkie leaning against the wall. he gently set the chair back down onto the carpet, and slumped back into the chair.

picking up the walkie, mike stared straight ahead, not daring look at the stupid sheet of paper that’s been causing him so much trouble.

“will? do you copy?” mike said hesitantly, clicking the talk button. the two of them set up their own private channel months ago, a place where they could just talk for hours and hours without dustin or lucas chiming in to tease them. they’d always been closer than everyone else thought they should be- so they set up the channel to be able to be close by themselves.

“mike? what’s up? over,” wills voice chimed through the radio, making mike jump.

“hey, uh- have you, um. finished the assignment for mrs. greene? over,” asked mike, grimacing. he knew will of all people would understand, but that didn’t erase the fact that he didn’t like asking for help.

“yeah, why? over.”

“what. um. what did you put on yours? like who did you include? over.”

mike dared open one eye, and prodded at the walkie, waiting for wills response. he knew that will would be having the same problems as him- lonnie and will had never had a good relationship, and it only got worse once lonnie left. his closing remarks before leaving the house were to call will and jonathan ‘to think, both of my only sons, and they’re a pair of fucking qu-‘ before joyce had shoved him out the door and locked it behind him.

the walkie crackled and will finally responded, clearly nervous.

“i put, uh, me and jonathon next to each other, and mom next to jonathon, and uh. on my other side is you. i- i hope it isn’t weird or anything, i just. it felt empty with just the three of us, over.”

mike was stunned into silence.

“no, that’s- that’s great, i was actually gonna do the same thing, over and out.”

mike picked up his pencil, and hesitantly drew a little stick figure of himself. next to him, he put nancy, with a frowny face. she may be his sister, but the night before she yelled at him for taking the coins out of her piggy bank for the arcade- so, frowny face. next to nancy, he sketched out his mom, and then his dad, with a little speech bubble that said ‘zzz’ in it.

he looked down at the paper, gnawing on his lip. he knew they were his family, and he loved them, but it felt incomplete. his mom was always busy, his dad didn’t care, and nancy was the typical annoying sister that used to be cool but now she’s ‘growing up’ or whatever his mom said, so now she won’t play with his action figures with him or dig holes in the backyard just for fun. it didn’t feel right.

mike slowly picked up the pencil and added another figure, standing on his other side. a little boy, a bit shorter than mike himself, wearing a wizards robe and a tall purple hat. will.

he didn’t care if it wasn’t what mrs. greene specifically asked for, or that dustin and lucas teased him about it the next day, or that when his mom eventually found it, she seemed concerned and whispered in hushed tones to ted about “that byers boy and mike” and how they seemed to be just a bit too close.

will meant the world to him, and he wanted everyone to know.

[juliasjustanidiot]

𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗿𝗮𝘆 𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘀 | cc!wilbur soot

the words of ray simmons - cc!wilbur soot x reader

synopsis: you, tommy, and your boyfriend wilbur were to identify the ghost and get out of there. however, some things went a bit off the rails.

tw: slight gore, character death, swearing, uhh horrific themes and a slight anxiety/panic attack.

word count: 3.2K

bonus: this has a lot of platonic mr. tommyinnit content :)

the shrilling sound of screaming from yourself and the young boy behind you rang in your ears as your heartbeat raced with such an intensity you swore your heart was going to combust. the two of you were running as fast as you could down the hallway of the second floor of a suburban home, rushing to get to the stairs and out the front door.

“i can’t die now, i have wives to please!” tommy shouted from behind you, a figure chasing the two of you. you didn’t dare turn around and face it.

“it’s ok, tommy! i have jesus!” you said pulling out a crucifix from your pocket, sticking it in front of you as you ran. the flashlights you two were holding flickered, telling you the ghost was still chasing you relentlessly.

“why didn’t you place it earlier?!” tommy shouted at you as the two of you ran. “you could’ve prevented this thing from hunting us in the first place!”

“i’m sorry, tommy! i didn’t realize that this was all my fault!” you shouted back sarcastically.

“wilbur! wilbur!” tommy called as you both ran around the kitchen with the ghost still chasing you. it was no use, wilbur wouldn’t be able to hear him. at least not until the ghost gave up and the hunt ended. then the radios would begin to work again with the ghost not blocking the frequencies any longer.

this was only tommy’s third ghost hunt and his first time being hunted. to say he was panicking was an understatement.

as your boyfriend sat perfectly safe in the van, you and tommy were forced to run like mad lads around a living room with every exit locked.

you turned the corner finding yourselves in a hallway with doors. you two quickly got to the furthest room and opened it, hurrying in.

shutting the door behind you, you held it closed with your body weight while tommy breathed heavily, shaken up.

a few minutes passed with the two of you like this when finally your flashlights came back on normally and your heartbeat began to normalize, the adrenaline leaving your body.

tommy stopped, flicked the switch on the wall, and turned on the light in what seemed to be a child’s bedroom. a sigh released from his lips, “the wives will be pleased.”

as you let out a small laugh, you could hear over your walky-talky the voice of your boyfriend, wilbur soot from the van. “y/n? tommy? are you guys good?” he asked.

“we’re fine. this thing will hunt in groups, apparently. it doesn’t target specific people it seems.” you informed him, letting him know that the creature was in fact dangerous.

you and tommy exited the room, making your way outside, heading back to find wilbur.

wilbur clicked his tongue. “yeah, as soon as you guys entered the room of the ghost, ghost activity spiked.” he mentioned. “during the hunt, ghost activity went off the charts.”

“yeah, that’s what happens during hunts, wil.” tommy said, matter-of-factly as if he knew so much about ghost hunting and yet he was still a newbie.

“shut up, dickhead.” wilbur responded, a small giggle released from your mouth. you shook your head with a soft smile. there was the brotherly bickering between the two that everyone knew and loved.

“how’s our sanity looking, wil?” you said as you headed out the door of the haunted house, tommy behind you. you decided it was best to get back on track if you wanted to get this job done as soon as possible.

“sanity is looking fine for right now, tommy’s is a little lower than yours, love. which explains a lot, really,” he said, egging tommy on.

tommy was quick to respond as soon as you two entered the van. “oh shut up, you big fuckin-“

you turned around to stare at tommy with a small glare. he closed his mouth slowly, taking the hint.

wilbur passed the two of you, walking to the equipment, picking up an emf reader. “i’ll go in with the emf. it’s the upstairs bathroom, right?”

you nodded in confirmation. “right. be careful, wil. this thing is vicious.” he nodded, putting on a headcam similar to the one you were wearing so anyone could watch from the van.

“actually, tommy, why don’t you stay here? i’ll go with wil to place down the book so we can check for ghost writing.” you suggested, turning your head to look at the blonde-haired teen.

“what? why?” he protested. “i can go too!” he spread his arms, looking at you like a child that had just been rejected- which was exactly what he was. “i’m a big man, y/n! tell them wil!” he looked to wilbur expectantly.

wilbur turned to him, looking him up and down, wrinkling up his nose and shaking his head. “no.”

pointing to a monitor on the wall, you showed tommy his sanity percentage projecting on the large screen. “your sanity is gonna drop every second you step foot in there. mine’s a little higher than yours. it only makes sense that i go in before you so that you don’t lose too much. plus, this is still only your second time doing this. something could easily go wrong.”

“third.”

“plus,” wilbur chimed in, stopping for a moment. “we wouldn’t want the wives to be upset if we lost you.” you turned, grabbing the journal from one of the supply shelves and let out a small laugh. he put an around arm your shoulder, leaning some of his weight onto you.

“pft, yeah. exactly.” you agreed, lifting your head to flash wilbur a smile. he looked to you and gave you a similar one, his brown eyes staring into your own.

tommy watched from where he stood as the two of you did your weird “couple thing” while you both made fun of the boy. his eyes narrowed and his whole face scrunched as he let out a groan. “uuugggh. you two are disgusting!”

“oh, tommy.” wilbur sighed. “still so much to learn.” he released you and exited the van with you following him.

“we’d better get this job done quickly. this ghost is only going to get angrier.” you mentioned, finally getting back to business.

“yeah, well, tell that to the innit man himself. he’s the one who kept getting sidetracked.” wilbur mumbled as you entered the family home’s entrance, turning on your flashlights so you could see where you were going.

“wil, don’t bully the kid, he’s still getting a hang of things. and it isn’t just him that’s getting sidetracked.”

“wilbur? y/n? wilbuuuur.” as if on cue, the voice of a teenager rang through your ears on your walkie-talkies.

with a groan, wilbur grabbed the small device and clicked it on. “what, child?”

“the ghost’s name is ray simmons,” he said loudly, making your ears hurt.

“jesus, tommy, back up from the microphone,” you complained, turning the corner and heading up the stairs of the home.

“is this good?” his voice was only louder making your ears hurt even more. you’ve never wanted to hit a child more than now.

“alright, bye tommy.” you grumbled and shut off your device. “how did you meet this kid again?” you asked wilbur who was trailing behind you. he only let out a chuckle after shrugging.

with a roll of your eyes, you opened the door of the ghost infested bathroom and placed the book on the sink. you waited for wilbur to scan the room for emf, letting him check everything.

“oh, here,” he said as he just remembered something, “look for fingerprints or something with the uv light.” he tossed the uv flashlight to you. you caught it swiftly and clicked it on, shutting off the lights in the room. you started with the door, finding nothing there. you then surveyed the rest of the room, again, finding nothing.

“nothing with the uv. let’s get out of the room for a bit and check the cams. then we can come back and look for writing.” you suggested as wilbur pocketed the emf reader.

tommy and yourself had already set up a camera in the corner of the bathroom to look for a ghost orb and checked for freezing temperatures upon your first time entering the room. you already knew it was freezing the minute you walked into the room, it literally felt like a freezer. but it didn't hurt to check and you were correct. the room was in fact below freezing.

“actually, i think we have our answer for ghost writing.” wilbur pointed to the book with his flashlight from where he stood, illuminating it, and revealing some odd drawings.

“well, quite the artist this one,” you muttered, staring at the strange demonic drawings. wilbur came up from behind you, getting a closer observation of the obscure drawings.

“we’ve got ghost writing, fingerprints. all we need is one more piece of evidence and we’ve got our ghost,” he said, moving to the door to exit. “let’s head back to the van and watch the cams.” with a nod, you followed him out, closing the door behind you two.

entering the van, you noticed something wrong.

“wilbur?” you called, turning your head to see wilbur still walking back.

“yeah?” he looked up to you.

“where the hell is tommy?”

“shit.” wilbur cursed under his breath, observing the inside of the van to find no sight of the teenager. picking up his communication device, he quickly clicked it on. “tommy?” he called.

after a few seconds, you finally got a response. “hi, wilbur!” the boy said, a bit of static also playing through the device.

“tommy? where the fuck are you?”

“i’m ghost hunting, wil!” he shouted into the comms.

you went into the computer and clicked the mouse to watch the camera you had set up in the room.

“no ghost orb.” you told wil. you watched as tommy entered the bathroom on the monitor. “tommy, get your ass out here.” you grabbed the walky-talky from wil’s hand and put it up to your own mouth.

“no can do, y/n! i’m talking to ray simmons currently.” he said to you.

“don’t say it’s name-“

“ray says to leave me alone. we’re talking!” if him and the ghost are talking, that could only mean that tommy was using the spirit box or the ouija board.

“fuck.” you thrusted the walky-talky into wilbur’s chest and walked over to the supply shelves picking up some sanity pills. you popped them into your mouth and swallowed them. stuffing some more into your pocket, you gathered a smudge stick and lighter in case things got a bit out of hand.

“y/n, what are you doing?” wilbur asked as he watched you equip all of your things. he stared at you with a curious look.

“i’m getting our wifehaver.” quickly, you turned on your heel and sped to the house.

“be careful, love!” he shouted to you, worried for your safety. however, he trusted you. you both had been in this job for a while. you knew what you were doing.

storming into the house, you quickly ran up the stairs to the ghost room and opened the door with great force. you found tommy sitting in the tub with the spirit box in hand.

“what the fuck are you doing?” you shouted at tommy, quickly grabbing the box from his hand.

tommy looked up to you, looking confused as hell. “what? i’m talking to ray simmons!” speedily, you clasped a hand over his mouth.

“don’t say the ghost’s name, idiot.” grabbing him by his arm, you pulled him up by his feet and made a beeline to the door. you shoved the sanity pills into his hand, forcing him to take them. “what did it say to you?” you asked, aggravated. he was so stupid, going in alone like that. he could’ve died.

“turns out mr. simmons is quite old! he was also telling me the letter ‘e’ quite often for some reason.”

lifting your walky-talky, you called for wilbur. “yeah?” you heard wil’s soft voice from your end.

“tommy managed to get our last piece of evidence. spirit box. it’s a demon.” you told him, making your way down the steps, tommy tagging along.

“if it’s a demon, it can start hunting at any moment. get out of there, now.” wilbur suggested. you of course already knew that. you didn’t want to stick around any longer than you had to. demons were always very aggressive.

“anything else that it said to you, tommy?” you asked him out of curiosity. as you got close to your escape, you felt a sense of relief. you now had all your evidence. the three of you could pack up and take your pay, and head home. the exterminators could do the rest.

“i think he said the word “ill”.” he shrugged it off. “or maybe it was “kill”? ray is a bit mental, aye?” immediately, you turned your head to tommy with a very troubled expression.

“what?”

as soon as the word had left your mouth, the door in front of you slammed shut. you let go of tommy and ran over to it, trying to open it with all your might.

“oh fuckin’ shitting hell.” you cursed aggressively. you grabbed tommy and pulled him next to you, keeping a protective stance with him behind you.

“wilbur?” you talked into your comms, seeing if you could get a hold of him at all. “wilbur?”

“y/n?” you could hardly make out due to the large amount of static and blockage in your communication. “get- there- now. huntin-“ you couldn’t understand him, but you knew he was telling you to get the hell out of there and you were definitely trying.

tommy shook your arm from behind you, confused and freaking out. “uhhmmm, y/n? y/n? what’s happened?”

“it’s hunting, tommy. you kept saying it’s name and now it’s angry.” you grumbled.

“yeah? well ray’s a pussy.” he argued.

“tommy, if you don’t shut the fuck-“

“aaaahhh!” tommy shouted, pointing in front of you. directing your gaze to the direction that tommy pointed in, your eyes widened at the thing you now were looking at. the adrenaline you had pent up earlier from the chase before now came rushing back.

there in front of you stood a tall man with his face completely drained of color and eyes that were so empty they sent a chill down your spine. his left arm was missing with a hunk of bone sticking out of his flesh and his clothes were completely torn up.

you grabbed tommy, shoved him in front of you and started bolting as the thing chased you.

“dammit, run, tommy!” sprinting, you two made a run for it through the kitchen, and into the dining area, circling around that area a couple times.

“leave us alone, bitch!” tommy shouted to the demon as he started running for the garage.

“tommy! no!” you cried to him, trying to stop him by grabbing his arm, but he was already entering the garage.

unfortunately, before you could warn tommy, the demon detected him and chased him in there where he would be completely cornered.

darting to the garage door, you grabbed the smudge stick and prepared to light it with the lighter you had taken in with you.

peeking in, you saw tommy in the far corner of the garage, there was no way he could escape from the demon in time to make it out alive. you had to do something and fast.

you motioned to light the smudge stick and jump in to save tommy, but with all the pressure and anxiety you were feeling, your hands fumbled and the lighter fell from your hands.

“fuck!” you hissed, picking it up swiftly.

an alarming scream hit your ears, forcing you to turn and look. you wish you hadn’t.

“shit, tommy!” you roared, rushing in no matter what danger there was.

entering the garage, you didn’t see the demon in sight. it seemed to have gone elsewhere, deciding it had done its job.

in the corner of the garage sat tommy, motionless and limp.

fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, repeated in your head as you ran over to his body, dropping the stick and lighter on the ground to touch tommy, trying to shake him awake. “tommy, come on.” you cried out as if he could hear you.

you heard rapid footsteps making their way towards you. grabbing the smudge stick and lighter, you flicked the lighter on, prepared.

bursting in was your boyfriend wilbur, out of breath and panting, searching for you. “y/n! i saw it on your headcam! what’s-“

once he caught sight of you, he let out a deep exhale and stopped in the middle of his sentence. but he could sense something was wrong. “y/n.” he breathed your name, walking over to you as you relaxed with the smudge stick and lighter.

“tommy. he’s-“ you fell apart, breaking into a state of just absolute panic and anxiety. shaking all over, your breathing was all over the place. you grabbed at your hair, tugging slightly to feel pressure on your skull. “fuck. he was- the demon- he’s dead.” you cried out.

wilbur grabbed your wrists tightly, forcing you to let go of your hair. “oh, love.” he sighed, pulling your body to him, placing your hands around his neck and burying your face in his chest while he buried his own into your hair, breathing in your scent.

the two of you stayed like this, your eyes never leaving tommy’s cold body. wilbur took notice of this and finally pulled away, grabbing your face, opting you to stare into his eyes. “hey. you’re ok. you did everything you could.” he told you, trying to reassure you. “you’re ok. yeah?”

you nodded your head, letting out a few shaky breaths. the both of you stood up and headed for the door.

“let’s get out of here.” wilbur put an around you, rubbing your shoulder gently, calming you down slowly.

entering the van, you both sighed. after that job, you knew things would be a bit different now. you would have to be more careful next time you took tommy ghost hunting.

“well, at least it was tommy and not you.” wilbur said with optimism. you turned to him giving him a small smile.

“yeah, but now he’s going to hold a grudge against me and try and get me killed all of next round.” you grumbled.

clicking a few keys on your keyboard, you marked the ghost type as a demon and started up the van, making your way back to the lobby.

there in the lobby, stood tommy’s character. immediately as he saw you two, he unmuted on discord and started shouting and cursing both of you out.

“you two are so fucking disgusting! while i died you two were doing your couple shit and making out through the game and all that disgusting shit!” he blasted into his microphone. “while my chat went ‘aww so cute!’ i was laying there dead and couldn’t do anything about it, you dickheads!”

you and wilbur couldn’t help but burst into laughter. “oh, tommy. we love playing phasmophobia with you too.”

(bonus) tommy’s pov:

as tommy watched in his ghostly form, y/n and wilbur’s characters stared at each, their heads completely inside each other’s, causing the game to combine them. with a disgusted tone, he huffed. “you motherfuckers.”

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[mourntheantagonist]

#HarringroveApril Day 20: Breeze

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Steve never volunteered himself as the party’s designated chauffeur, that life simply chose him. He was gifted with his own walkie, which felt less like a gift, and more like their little leash on him, making sure he didn’t have the excuse not to drive them somewhere. It would be nine in the morning and Dustin’s voice would sound over the speaker, high frequencies from interference piercing his ears making falling back to sleep seem like something impossible, especially considering Dustin Henderson was absolutely relentless and would continue to scream for Steve to wake up until he ultimately gave into his demands to drive them to the arcade or the mall or anywhere really.

And Steve was just glad to have a reason to get dressed and get out of the house.

So Steve was their little emergency hotline that was never actually used for emergencies. So he wasn’t surprised when Dustin called him up early on a Saturday morning for yet another ride, he just picked up with a “Where to this time? Arcade again?” in a groggy voice, his eyes squinting from the morning light blinding him through his window.

“No. Skate park actually.”

Steve shook his head like he’d heard that wrong. “You don’t skate.”

“Yeah, but Max does.” Dustin said, in a tone suggesting that Steve was being ridiculous.

“Dude I thought you were over her. Isn’t she with Lucas?” Steve was just rubbing at his eyes trying to make sense of the whole thing.

“She dumped him.”

“Again?”

“Yeah, again. That’s why we need you to drive us so he can get her back.”

Steve didn’t feel like asking why she broke up with him, or more precisely, what Lucas did to make her break up with him, way too tired and he was sure he’d get an earful on the drive over anyway. He just said a tired “Alright” and pulled himself the rest of the way out of bed.

Steve didn’t usually stay to hang out. He was more the “drop off” and “pick up” kind of chauffeur, but the sun was out and the temperature was warm but not too warm and there was a comfortable breeze on his skin. He was already dressed and had nothing better to do, and he was sure that watching Lucas beg for Max back would be far more entertaining than anything he could get on the TV at home.

While Dustin, Lucas, Mike and Will all stood in the corner, huddled together while they went over the “game plan”, Steve took to a bench on the side and watched some of the skaters in the bowl.

He watched a kid who couldn’t be much older than twelve wipe out as soon as he dropped in, scraping up his hands and knees and it took a lot out of Steve not to go all “mama bear” and help him. Fortunately some older kid had dropped in and helped him up before Steve felt like he had to. The guy gently picked him up and lifted him up to the side of the bowl and handed over his board.

“Shake it off kid. You’ll get it eventually if you keep practicing.” He said, tousling the kids hair causing him to wipe away the tears and smile, and Steve knew that voice, and he should have realized instantly just at that dirty blonde mullet alone.

And of course he was the next to drop in, and unlike the kid who preceded him, he didn’t fall over.

Steve watched as he did his tricks, he didn’t know much about what he was watching, but what he did know was just the fact that Billy was still upright and on his feet was impressive in its own right. Max had to have learned it somewhere.

He was wearing a white tank and short, very short, green shorts that definitely looked to be just a size too small.

Steve was staring, he was definitely staring.

But surprisingly enough it hadn’t been the tight little shorts that hugged his ass, or the exposed muscles of his arms glistening with just the slightest bit of sweat that caught his eye for the most part. Instead of his eyes traveling down, they traveled up. All the way to that hair that had to have grown at least two inches in the past couple of months that blew out of his face as he salted from one side of the bowl to the other side.

Steve would have sworn he was watching an advertisement of some kind because he looked like a fucking model. If only Jonathan had been around to snap a picture, because Steve would love to have that moment saved and pinned to his wall like a teenage girl cutting pictures out of a magazine.

Billy jumped out after just a minute, but to Steve it felt like forever, and at the same time, not nearly long enough.

But the breeze was still there, gently blowing his hair back and out of his face, exposing his neck full on to the crowd and Steve’s brain short circuited just a little bit at the sight.

And he completely powered off when he watched Billy from the other side of the bowl as he waterfalled some water out of a bottle into his mouth, his head tilted back and missing a little bit so he had drops dripping down his chin and onto his chest and maybe it was a little weird but Steve found that hot as hell.

“Earth to Steve.”

He wasn’t even pulled away by the sound of his voice, but by the snapping fingers that blocked his view. His really nice view. He jerked his head to the right where Dustin was staring at him with that plain look of disgust that had practically been his signature look.

“Please tell me you weren’t looking where I think you were looking.”

“No idea what you’re talking about.”

Dustin’s eyes widened and his mouth dropped open. “Steve you’re blushing!” he said with a pointed finger.

“Shhhhh!!!” Steve pushed Dustin’s hand away and tried to steer the conversation elsewhere. “How did it go between Max and Lucas?”

“She stomped on his foot and told him to come back with a better apology, so… progress?”

Steve laughed, kind of upset he had to miss that.

“Now back to Billy Hargrove. Why?!”

Steve put his head in his hands and started to regret once again divulging that information about liking dudes to this kid who just never shut up about it once he found out.

“I’m not talking about this with you here!”

“So there is something to talk about.” Steve didn’t respond, chose not to entertain him any further. “Looks like your eye candy is coming over. I’m going to make myself scarce.”

Dustin wasn’t lying. Billy was already walking over and Dustin was already walking away so Steve was left there trying to dry off his sweaty palms on the thighs of his jeans.

“You the taxi driver again?” Billy asked.

“No, that would imply I’m getting paid to do this.”

Billy laughed and it was just so odd seeing him like that. So free with his guard down, allowing him to smile, real and genuine and not something that was trying to be menacing.

“Did Sinclair apologize?”

“Yes, but apparently not to Max’s standards.”

Billy looked over his shoulder to see Max about twenty feet away, just kicking her board into the fence.

“Damn she looks fucking pissed.” Billy said, and Steve could only agree with that assessment. “I better get her out of here before she snaps it in half. Will I see you around?”

Steve just nodded, unable to think of something to say. Just watching as Billy turned himself around and his eyes caught sight once again of that hair just perfectly flowing in the breeze like the air stream was coordinated just to make him look like that. And he couldn’t stop himself from letting the words come out of his mouth.

“Hey Billy, uh,” Steve said, and Billy stopped to look back at him, and the turn itself, it was all just so cinematic. “you looked great out there.”

And Steve wasn’t talking about skateboarding.

And with the way Billy smiled back at him with a blush that matched his own, maybe Billy picked up on that too.

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“You sure you saw something flying out here?” You asked Liam. The night before he had been patrolling through the woods. Something had attacked Satomi’s and now they were living with Derek, temporarily.

Tha same night Liam had sworn he’d seen something giant, human shaped, flying through the sky. No one believed him until they found out what happened to Satomi and her pack. “Yes! It was over near the Nemeton.” Liam insisted.

“Well, maybe it was just something weird flying over? You know how the Telluric Current affects supernatural creatures this time of year.” You offered as an explanation.

“I’m telling you that it was…” He trailed off when he heard something. In fact you both heard it at the same time which was odd. He should have been able to hear the voices long before you had.

“We’re supposed to meet with Malia and Kira down the road. They’ll know if we’re not there in time and come looking for us. We should check it out.” Liam said firmly. You nodded, gripping the straps of your back pack and wishing you had brought the baseball bat Stiles had offered. All you had was a few jars of mountain ash and a few other ingredients Deaton was teaching you to use.

The two of you carefully trekked towards the noise. As the two of you got closer you could see the flicker of fire, several motorbikes glistened as the fire flickered. You could see two young me with boots on and from what you could make out between the tree branches, leather jackets and dark clothes. A woman was with them, she looked like the sort of person that fell out of a story book.

“Do you think they’re human?” You whispered to Liam as the two of you crouched down.

“No idea. Who do you think they are?” Liam asked.

“Well the blond one is David and the girl is Star. That other dude is Dwayne.” A blond man whispered to the two of you as he crouched beside you, joining in on the spying. Neither of you had noticed him sneak up, nor the tall blond one who was leaning on the tree behind him. You and Liam screamed, the short blond one hopped up and screamed. Then everyone hurried over.

“Marko, Paul?” David asked as he hurried through the woods.

“We’re fine. Just making some friends.” Marko answered.

“Yeah, some friends.” Paul added, he was staring at Liam in a way that made you both uncomfortable. “Sorry, we didn’t mean to intrude we were just… passing by.” You said quickly. Liam nodded. He was glaring at Paul and didn’t seem to want to take his eyes off him. “We should get going.” You said as you tugged at Liam’s sleeve and pulled him away.

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“You’re sure that the last people you saw (Y/N) with was that David guy?” Stiles asked Liam.

“For the last time! Yes. I saw her going with him and Star down into the woods.

“Why didn’t you say anything at the time?” Scott asked quickly.

“Because I didn’t know she was going to go missing!” Liam snapped. He was getting sick of people doubting him.

You’d been missing for four days. In those four days, David’s biker crew that had become a constant fixture over the last few months, had also vanished. The Sheriff had gotten so desperate he even asked Peter and Derek to help him. When they came up with nothing, they asked Chris Argent who had rushed back into town. When Liam had mentioned that the bikers had no scent, Deaton had divulged the information that he was once carrying out a request for Talia Hale in Santa Carla and came across some scentless creatures that seemed to match vampiric lore.

“So (Y/N) either ran away or was kidnapped by maybe vampires?” Malia summed up for everyone.

“We’ll find her! I mean, she always has some sort of druid magic stuff on her. Maybe she saved herself and is just waiting for a bit of help?” Scott said hopefully.

“Wait. We can’t track the… maybe vampires. What if we try tracking (Y/N)?” Liam suggested.

“We tried that. Her scent went into the woods and we lost it.” Scott answered quickly.

“No, Peter and Derek said that the scent went up the trees and a little way off the usual scent track from where we patrol. If (Y/N) or Lydia get lost in the woods then they follow the patrol path we made. So it makes sense that she would have gone there.” Liam explained quickly.

“You think you could… climb through the trees?” Stiles asked Scott who shrugged.

“I don’t see why we couldn’t. If we have more of us tracking a faint scent then we should be able to give your dad and Argent a path to follow.” Scott summed up.

The group headed to the station with the plan. Even Derek and Peter agreed. Satomi was willing to split her pack, some helping look for you and others staying around the hospital, Lydia and Deaton were asked to stay with them, in case the vampires struck again.

“Remember, we all meet back at the hospital.” Scott said as everyone started heading out. Liam was trying to focus on the fact that he was going to find you and he was sure of it. Not on the fact that Lydia, Deaton and Melissa had prepared a room for you.

Liam managed to lead the way as the wolves throughout the woods guided everyone in and out of your scent track. Scott followed close behind Liam while Argent rode on a quad bike behind him. Liam stopped abruptly and everyone in the group stopped. “We’re stopping.” Argent said to Stiles through a walkie-talkie strapped to his shoulder.

“Liam?” Scott asked as Liam stayed perfectly still. Suddenly Liam was running. It took a few moments but Scott caught a waft of your scent too. It was maybe three days old but it was stronger than anything that had been in the woods.

Stiles had to slam on the breaks when a herd of werewolves burst out of the woods, following Liam. “What’s going on!” Stiles yelled as Malia and Derek clambered in the back of the Jeep. “Liam found her.” Derek said and Stiles hurriedly sped down the road Liam was hurtling down. He scurried into a run down building and vanished. Everyone else had stopped. “Liam!” Scott was hissing as Argent motioned for Stiles to cut his engine as he climbed off the quad.

“He just rushed in!” Scott said to Argent.

“Derek, Stiles. Hold the fort out here. Scott and I will go inside. Stiles will get the signal if we need help inside.” Chris said sternly. Stiles nodded. He hated wearing the hunter’s armor that Chris had given him. It made him think of Allison and the last person he wanted to think about right now was losing someone.

Scott headed inside with Chris close behind him. Scott heard a gun clicking as someone shuffled up ahead. “Are you ready?” Chris asked. Scot swallowed and didn't answer as they made it to the next room.

“Liam?” Scott said quickly.

“Don’t come any closer!” Liam said quickly. He had thrown his jacket over something on the floor and for a moment Scott’s heart plummeted. “The light in her is hurting her. They left her in the woods.” 

“What do you mean?” He asked Liam. Chris took a step closer as Liam lifted you up and his jacket fell down.

“Is that blood?” Scott asked slowly.

“They must have turned her.” Chris muttered bitterly.

“She hasn’t drunk anything yet. It’s hurting her but she hasn’t!” Liam insisted as he clutched you tightly, as if he was scared Chris or Scott would take you again.

“Is that good?” Scott asked.

According to Deaton, yes. But I;m going to have to do a lot of research. I wanted to have Isaac back here by now, but he’ll have to keep researching on his own. This problem isn’t over.”

“Why?” Liam asked and Chris sighed.

“Because we’re dealing with a group of vampires trying to find a new nest. One of ours is already going through the change and although there is a rumor of a cure for vampires. These are the first ones that have been seen for a good hundred years or so by genuine hunters. A few that accidentally stumbled into hunting have boasted about it. We have the disadvantage here.” Chris explained.

“But… (Y/N) will be ok?” Liam asked as Scott hurried to cover you with the jacket and added his own to cover your legs as Chris started to lead the way out to the Jeep. Liam wouldn’t let you go and when Malia had heard exactly what happened she sat in the back with you and Liam, glaring at anyone who might dare consider ‘dealing’ with your vampire problem.

“She still has a scent. That’s good.” Derek told Liam as Stiles tore through the streets to get to the hospital.

“I knew there was something wrong with them! That little one, Marko was always hanging around where she worked and the bigger one, Paul. He kept asking all sorts of questions about her family.” Liam said as he kept perfectly still so the coats wouldn’t fall off you. As soon as Stiles pulled up in the hospital parking lot, Melissa was outside with Deaton and a bed, Liam set you down as a blanket was tossed over you.

“She’ll be in the room with Lydia. Chris called us. Satomi and Deaton are going to come up with a medical reason for her to be here long term and avoid any sunlight.” Melissa explained as everyone helped rush you inside. Stiles staggered off to talk with his dad who had been looking for David and found nothing in the four days that you’d been gone.

“You did a great job Liam. Chris doesn’t think she would have held out much longer if you hadn’t found her.” Melissa said as the door shut on her, leaving Malia, Liam and Deaton in the lobby as Derek asked at the desk for the room number that you’d be in.

“We have to find them before they do this to more people!” Liam insisted angrily.

[februaryflowers]

floating love moon flower

24 (gushing about them to someone but getting overheard)

prompt list

warnings: none

fluff, 1130 words, childhood best friend!sicheng x reader

You remember when you and Sicheng were younger well. But you don’t need to search too hard to find a reminder. There’s a picture of a little you and a little him standing together up in your room. 

Now that you’re back home, it’s never far. And Sicheng isn’t far either. If you lift your head you can see his bedroom light on through your window. You remember the days you’d walk over and just hang out together there. 

Sure, the parting of ways can sever friendships. But you and Sicheng are a relationship that was meant to last, time and time again. He is the one who keeps his promises after graduation. You remember your first week jitters, with calls from Sicheng interspersed between classes and trying not to get lost. 

You wouldn’t trade them for anything. Even hours away Sicheng found ways to ground you. You were never lost when he was around. You still aren’t. 

But you would trade this picture for a different one. You have plenty of other photos of him with, well, less interesting fashion choices and ones with years more of memories behind them.

You’re sure there are some already printed in one of your desk drawers. You rummage through them, looking for the sweet mementos, but it’s another relic of your relationship that catches your attention.

An old walkie talkie sits pushed to the back, covered by years of paper. A matching one is somewhere in Sicheng’s house, having been a birthday gift from him. You flip it over in your hands a couple times before testing the buttons and switches. 

By some miracle, it has survived years at the bottom of your dark drawer. You wonder if Sicheng’s has made it too. 

You don’t need to wonder long, though. Sicheng’s voice soon comes crackling through the speaker.

“They’re so cool.”

Another voice comes through after, although mostly muffled and unintelligible. You guess that he’s on the phone with one of his college friends or something. 

“I’m not confessing,” he shoots back. “They’re kinda too good for me, don’t you think? I mean, smart, talented, pretty, the nicest, most genuine person I’ve ever met…” He holds out his hand and lowers a finger for each adjective.

Sicheng’s love life has rarely come up in conversation. He tends to dodge the question and you don’t push, so it’s moved into a mostly untouched topic. To hear him so smitten, admittedly has you curious. But before you can even think, he continues.

“Xuxi,” he warns, “I’m not. Besides, imagine if I do and I ruin my best friend. I can’t do that to y/n.”

You have to sit down.

“I think I love them.”

You have to shut it off. 

Love is a weird word to hear from Sicheng’s lips. He prefers to show not tell the world about his loves. He’ll take your hand in an unfamiliar part of town. He’ll pick up a trinket that reminds him of you. He’ll check in and make sure you’re taking care of yourself when you work late. 

You can count the number of times he’s said “I love you” to you in all your years of friendship on your fingers. But to hear it float so effortlessly from his lips? You’re hooked.

You know you shouldn’t do this. You should put away the little box and stop thinking about it. But you can’t.

Instead, you cautiously make you way to the window facing his room. You knock gently on the glass, hoping or maybe not hoping that he’ll notice and push his window up like old times. 

He perks his head up before saying a few words and approaching the glass. He pushes up the window and hangs his elbows on the windowsill. 

“You didn’t tell me you were back,” Sicheng says.

“This morning,” you reply, biting your tongue. “I wanted to surprise you tomorrow.”

Moonlight shines on his skin, in his eyes. You watched him grow up with you, but now he’s the most fascinating. 

You pull the walkie talkie out from under the frame and hold it out the window.

“Do you remember these?” you ask.

He laughs. “Of course.”

He can remember countless nights the two of you stayed up what-seemed-late at the time and just talked under the covers. 

“Does it still work?”

You nod. 

He retreats into his room until he returns with his walkie talkie in hand. He pushes random buttons until he hears it click.

“Hello?” he says into it, but when no echo comes from your side he plays with the buttons again.

“Hello?” he tries again, this time hearing his voice return back to him from your side of the window. “Huh, that’s weird. Was it on? Maybe it got jostled around in my drawer.”

“It was on,” you reply softly, your voice popping up on his side of the window.

You look up to see Sicheng tilting his head to the side, oblivious. Moonlight reflects off his dark pupils, making you wonder how long he’s harbored his secret crush. Has it followed him like the moon does in your eye at night? Or maybe it’s a recent occurrence. Distance makes the heart grow fonder, they say.

“I heard your conversation with Xuxi,” you murmur. “I didn’t mean to. I was looking for--”

“Oh,” he exclaims before murmuring another one quietly. “I see.”

You slip out of your room, leaving Sicheng to wonder. Where have you gone? Why have you left?

He can hear the faint knocking on the door from his room and cautiously makes his way to the entry. You stand in front of him, looking down at the space between you.

“I was wondering if we could talk?” you suggest, moving your gaze up to his face.

He gives a curt nod and lets you in, the silent march up to his room allowing you to hear your heart beat.

“I shouldn’t have listened in. I’m sorry,” you start once you shut the door.

“I understand,” he mumbles. “I should’ve said something sooner. Maybe it’s better this way. At least you know. If you don’t want--”

“No, Sicheng.” You pause, trying to find the words. “I don’t want to not be friends. But can we at least try?”

“Try what?” The words echo out between you.

“Try holding hands for real, because we know there’s love. And say ‘I love you’; I think I’d like that,” you murmur before backtracking to add, “But you don’t have to say it all the time.”

Under the moonlight and Sicheng’s childhood ceilings blooms a young love, yet it’s also an old one. Finally, it has budded.

“Okay.” He takes your hand and squeezes it. “We’re gonna try this.”

And Sicheng always tries his best.

[cryingoverafictionalcharacter]

Grand Gestures

Prompt: Fred Weasley x Reader: Y/N is many things, smart, funny, attractive, kind, they are all of things, but observant is not one of them. Y/N has a massive crush on Fred, and Fred returns their feelings and has been trying to hint at it for over a year, which has gone completely over your head. Finally, Fred decides enough with the little hints, and does something that will make you realize his feelings.

Warnings: Swearing, Fluff,, I think that’s it

A/N: So, I have COVID, yay, so to cope I’m probably going to be writing a shit ton more to cope, so if you have any suggestions feel free to leave them. Smut is allowed, and I write for other characters besides Fred so just LMK

Also I used they/them pronouns in this but there is a part that says that the reader sleeps in the girls dorm so there's that as well. If I missed wrote any pronouns LMK because I’m hella dumb and cant read.

It was the weekend, and the storm raging outside meant no quidditch practice, so what better way for a gaggle of Gryffindor's to spend the day in the common room trying to kill their ever-growing boredom.

You, Hermione, Ron, Harry, Fred and George Weasley and Dean Thomas were all currently splayed about the common room, either paired off to have more private conversations, or just laying on the floor, which you were currently doing.

“I’m so bored!” You suddenly shouted

“We know Y/N, its only the 5th time you’ve said it” Hermione said from the couch, where she was currently reading a book.

“I only say it because I’m suffering” You said from the floor, causing Hermione to roll her eyes, but still smile.

“Well find something interesting to do” She said, going back to reading her book.

You stared back up on the ceiling, trying to think of anything you could do. It was to rainy to go outside, the dining hall was closed, and you’ve already read all the muggle books you brought from home. After a few seconds you turned to look to your right, where Fred Weasley was laying beside you, his head at your feel, and George beside him, his head at Fred's feet, all three of you staring at the ceiling.

“Can you read Georges mind?” You asked, propping yourself up on your elbows so you could look at the older twin, who was now looking at you with a confused look on his face.

“What?” He asked.

“Can you read Georges mind? It’s a simple question” You said like it was the most casual conversation in the world.

“No I can’t read Georges mind, why do you ask?” Fred said, now sitting up as well, intrigued by your weird question.

“I don’t know, don’t twins have like, freaky abilities or something? Have you ever tried?” You asked fully sitting up, causing Fred to look at you with a look that could only read as ‘what kind of weird muggle drugs is this bitch on?’ But he decided to humor you, looking over at George.

“George, I’m looking at a color, what is it” Fred asked, causing the younger red head to furrow his brows in concentration.

“Yellow” George said, earning a head shake from Fred.

“It was Blue, guess that answers that question” Fred said looking back at you.

You furrowed your brows, looking around the Gryffindor common room, which was pretty full of Reds and Yellows, trying to find the blue he was seeing.

"Blue?” You asked looking at the older red head.

“Your sweater dummy” Fred said laughing, making you look down and laugh as well.

“Why my sweater?” You asked.

“It looks cute on you” He said, making you smile and blush a bit as you looked down at your hands, which in turn made you miss the thumbs up George was giving Fred, which he quickly slapped away.

“Why thank you” You said, appreciating the compliment but not thinking much of it. You did fancy Fred, but he was nice to everyone, so you were sure the compliment was only that.

“It looks like the rain is letting up a bit, you guys want to stop by Hogsmeade?” Harry asked looking at the group, who nodded eagerly.

“Yes! I would kill for a butterbeer right now” Ron said, already standing and practically running to the door, the rest of the group following.

About ten minutes into your walk, you realized that you should have brought a coat, your knit sweater not doing a whole lot to protect you from the cold. You shoved you crossed your hands under your arms and tried to focus on the walk and not on the wind that was causing goose bumps to rise on your skin.

Fred noticed, having put on a coat before he left, but he didn’t bring it for himself. He knew you got cold easily and were also to stubborn to bring a jacket anywhere, so he brought it along just in case. 

“Here” He said, grabbing your attention and slipping off his jacket, holding it out to you.

“Won’t you be cold?” You asked looking at the article of clothing, and then at Fred.

“Nah, I run hot” He said. You looked at him skeptically, before giving in and taking his jacket, slipping it on and instantly being enveloped in warmth.

“Thank you” you said, a smile crossing both of your faces. This wasn’t the first time Fred has offered you his jacket, but all you thought was that he was probably just being nice, he would probably do the same for anyone.

In reality, seeing you in his jacket made Fred’s heart pick up. He thought you looked cute in his clothes, your face blushing from the cold. He smiled and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, continuing their trek to the village.

“No problem” He said.

Your first stop when you got to Hogsmeade was Honeydukes, seeing after a stressful week of classes, you in some desperate need for some chocolate frogs. As you walked into the store, Fred’s are slipped from around your shoulder so you could move around the store more freely, which made your heart sink a bit, but seeing how cramped the store was it was definitely necessary. However, before you were even fully in the store, Hermione suddenly grabbed your arm.

“Oh my god, they have a new bookstore across the street! Can we please go see, I know you’ve read all your books from home and you may find something you like” Hermione said, making you smile at her excitement.

You looked into the shop to see Fred and George, George laughing at something Fred said or did, and I guess he didn’t like whatever it was because he was currently glaring at his younger twin. You made eye contact and you made a hand signal letting them know you were going across the street. They nodded in your direction, letting you know they understood, and then you were on your way across the street.

When you were fully out of the store, George started laughing again, making Fred hit his arm.

“Would you knock it off! I’ve tried everything I can think of!” Fred said, making his brother laugh even harder, this time causing some people in the store to look over.

“My dear brother, I think Y/N’s great, I do, I love them like a family member, but they are absolutely clueless. You need to step up your game.” George said, putting a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “Luckily for you, I have a plan for you”

“Really?” Fred asked, suspicious of what George had planned.

“Yep, I got Hermione working on it now”

The bookshelves seemed to go on forever, lined with thousands of books. You didn’t know where to begin, so you just started wandering the isles, trying to find things that sounded interesting. So far you had a book on magical creature care, and a book about a young witch who saves her true love. It sounds corny, but also like it might be good.

“So” Hermione said from beside you suddenly “I noticed you and Fred are getting pretty close, what's that about?” Hermione asked as casually as possible. In reality, she's been watching Fred drop subtle hints that he liked you for almost a year, and at this point it was getting a little hard to watch you not get the hints, so she and George made a plan to push things along.

“Oh, I was cold so he gave me his jacket. He was just being nice” You said, face heating up at the subject, which Hermione noticed.

“Do you fancy him?” She asked, causing your eyes to snap from the bookshelves to hers.

“I... I guess... why do you like him? Because if you do I can-” You started but Hermione shook her head violently interrupting you.

“Oh god no, not that there's anything wrong with Fred I just... Have someone else in mind. Anyway enough about that, so you do like him?” Hermione asked again, to which you nodded.

“What do you like about him?” She asked, adjusting her bracelet, which was actually a charm she and George came up with. It allowed the person that was wearing the other charm to hear what the other person was saying. Basically just a magic Walkie Talkie, but you didn’t know that, and that Fred and George were currently listening.

“Well you know, he’s really funny, and not in a mean way, but in a way were everyone thinks its funny. Even his pranks are pretty well intentioned, unless they’re at Snape which I can understand” You started, leaning against the bookshelf, meanwhile Fred had a giant smile on his face from across the street.

“And he’s so nice, like when I first met him I was really shy, and he introduced me to all these people and encouraged me to be myself, and he’s the reason I’m friends with all of you.” You continued, Hermione nodding to what you were saying, showing she was listening.

“And he’s just... so nice to look at, like he’s tall, and his freckles are adorable, and his smile gives me butterflies, and his hair looks so soft, and I once saw him without a shirt because George gave him a dare or something, and bitch... quidditch is the best thing to ever happen, he has such good abs.” You finished, causing George to let out a laugh, which could be heard through the bracelet, but Hermione covered it up with a cough, covering the bracelet with her sleeve and cutting off the connection to the other charm.

“I didn’t know you liked him so much” Hermione said smiling. “I think he might fancy you as well you know” She said, to which you shook your head.

“No, I don’t know if I’m his type, he’s just being nice” You said

Meanwhile across the street.

“See, I told you they liked you back, now will you go tell them?” George asked Fred, who currently had the most ridiculous smile on his face.

“Yeah I will” Fred said, looking out the store window, and into the shop across the street. Looking at you. 

By the time you and Hermione were done at the bookstore, it was time to head back. You didn’t end up getting your chocolate frogs which was a little disappointing, but you had four new books to read, and seeing you still had another day of the weekend, that will most likely be rainy, you couldn’t wait to start reading them.

You and Hermione met the rest of the group outside Honeydukes before making your way back. On your way back you were clinking your two of your new books to your chest, Fred offering to carry some as well, and talking to Fred about how excited you were, which made him smile. He loved how your face lit up when you talked about something you were passionate about. Before you knew it, you had made your way back onto the campus, and into the common room.

“Whelp, that was fun, now I’m going to sleep for the next twenty hours” Ron said, making the group laugh.

“I’m pretty tired too, see you guys tomorrow” Hermione said, cutting off from the group as well.

“I think I’m going to start one of my books. See you guys tomorrow?” You asked the rest of the group.

“Yeah sounds good”

“See you tomorrow” Dean and George said, heading towards the boys dorm.

“Oh Y/N” Fred said, stopping you and handing you your other books that he carried for you.

“Oh, thank you! Sorry you really didn’t have to carry them if you didn’t want to” You said.

“Oh hush I wanted to” He said smiling ‘Oh, and I think you should start with the green one, it looks interesting, see you later” Fred said, before headed to the boys dorm, leaving you to head to yours.

When you walked in you set your books down and went to change your clothes, realizing you were still wearing Fred’s Jacket. You held the jacket out and smiled before bringing it to your face and taking a breath in. It smelled like fireworks and cinnamon. Like him.

You put the jacket on your bed and went to go to your trunk, when you noticed something sticking out of one of your new books, the green one about magical plants.

You picked up the book and opened the cover to find a folded up piece of paper. You unfolded and read the parchment.

‘Meet me at the astronomy tower in an hour, I want to tell you something’ the paper said.

You knew it was from Fred, you could recognize his handwriting anywhere, still why would he need to talk to you... in the astronomy tower? Regardless of why he might want to talk to you, the butterflies in your stomach were going crazy, and all you wanted to do was watch the clock until it was time to meet him.

As you made your way up the steps on the astronomy tower, you could see lights coming from the landing. You carried Fred's jacket over your arm, thinking it would probably be best to return it. However, you almost dropped it when you walked into the room.

The room was glowing, the light from the moon illuminating the whole room. A couple of blankets were laid out on the floor, along with some candles, chocolate frogs, and Fred, who was now smiling at you.

“About time you showed up” He joked, but you barely heard him, to mesmerized by the room.

“What's all this?” You asked, walking over to where Fred was standing.

“Well its for you” Fred said, the confidence in his voice faltering a bit at your lack of a reaction. He was about to explain some more, when you spoke up.

“You did this for me? Why?” You asked, finally looking him in the eyes, a confused look on your face.

“What do you mean why?” Fred asked

“Is it my birthday and I forgot?” You half joked, wondering if you might have missed something.

“No, its not your birthday” Fred laughed, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I did all this because I wanted tonight to be special” He said, waiting for you to finally put all the pieces together.

“Again, why?” You asked, causing Fred to mentally face palm.

“Because I like you, you dummy!” Fred finally said, looking at your face for a reaction.

“Like as a friend or-” You asked, but before you could come up with something else to say, Fred had taken his hands out of his pockets and closed the space between you, cupping your face and pressing his lips to yours.

Time seemed to stop as you felt him kiss you, before you finally dropped the jacket you were holding, and moved your arms to rest around his neck, deepening the kiss, only for his to pull away, much to your disappointment.

“Not as a friend” Fred said, making you smile.

“Well, I’d hope not after that” You said smiling as Fred lead you over to the blankets on the ground, taking a seat.

“Chocolate frogs?” You asked, picking up one of the packages, a huge smile crossing your face.

“Yeah I know they’re you’re favorite” He said, who was also smiling, but because of your reaction.

“So wait, you fancy me? For how long?” You asked, making him laugh.

“For over a year! I’ve been trying to give you hints all this time and you just never picked up on it, and I was too nervous to ask you out directly, so I just kept hoping you would notice” Fred said, making your face heat up.

“So what made you tell me tonight?” You asked, this time Fred getting flustered, a tint dusting his face.

“Hermione and George got sick of watching you not notice and me not make a move, so they made a charm and... I heard that you liked me too”

“Wait, so in the library when Hermione asked me-” You started, to afraid to finish the sentence.

“Yeah” Fred said

“Oh my God! How much did you hear?” You practically yelled making Fred laugh.

“All of it” He said, causing you to hide your face in your hands.

“I’m going to kill them” You said, before feeling Fred’s hand gently pull your hands away from your face.

“I thought it was cute” He said, making you give him a look of suspicion.

“You promise this wont change the way you view me for the rest of our lives” You asked, making him laugh again.

“I promise” He said, making you laugh before he closed the space between you two again, this time your hands moving to his face to deepen the kiss more, his hands moving to rest on your waist. The kiss was just starting to get a bit more heated when-

“So you think I have nice abs?” Fred asked, breaking away from the kiss and laughing when you swatted his shoulder.

“I swear to god!”

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A/N: I hope you guys liked it! Even if its kind of cringey lol. Feel free to leave any notes or requests <3

[darkdevasofdestruction]

lmao retail workers always have aces up their sleeves! Anyways, I'm in a sally face mood today and it's been a while since last time I requested something! Can I request some fluffy romantic head-canons for Sally? 💙 ilovehimsomuch I need some cliché high school crush stuff, how would he get his clueless S/O's attention, how does he confess? Kill me with fluff! *swoons*

GJAUIWKUFYVHCHEJBFILAUSOV*PUIG FHAWUIFG F:IAWOFIGAWIUA

YOU LIKE

SALLY FAC E!?#!?!

OF:AH:AWIFHOAWUFHOAWU:FHAW

I SCREECHED OUT LOUD AND I TEARED UP

OAUGIAAWI’M  BREATHING HEAVIER THAN THE HEAVY BREATHING CAT MEME

YES YES YEFS YE SYE SYES YES I WILL WRITE ANYTHING FOR SALLY MY GOD, I CAN’T STOP MY EXCTITEMENT, BLESSSSSSS, IDK IF I CAN WRITE PROPERLY, I”M SORRY BUT OMFG I”m SO ENTHUSIASTIC ATM ;AWIHFAWOF:HAWO

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HE IS SO SWEET AND BEAUTIFUL

And yes, now I can write properly, got a 15 minute walk with my puppy and now I’m calmer.All good x

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Poor Poor Sal, if it wasn’t for Larry and his other friends that he met, his Highschool experience would have been a living nightmare...Not that most of his life wasn’t already pretty tragic as it was.

Thankfully, he wasn’t a dumb person, contrary to what his bullies thought, but he wasn’t a genius either, so there were a few times where he might have needed some academic help, and you were there to help, which is how you became friends.

He was absolutely shocked that you treated him so kindly, as if there wasn’t nothing wrong with him - Or rather said, as if he was just a normal kid with no mask, no weird long blue hair with 2 pigtails and a girly nickname or a pretty short stature.

Sal was even more surprised when you suggested going to a nice and more private cafe to study, claiming it would be a much better atmosphere for studying and relaxing, which would eliminate any shyness and nervousness either of you would have, and honestly, he was incredibly grateful for your intuition and kindness with everything.

Your voice was so warm and kind, you were so patient, helping him out with every little thing that for you might seem easy, but he was struggling with...

Your smile was dazzling, looking like literal sunshine, your hair was draping and framing your face like you were a renaissance painting made by da Vinci, and your vibe was so soothing that he felt as safe as if you, a guardian angel, was wrapping her pristine wings around him.

His heart was beating so fast, and at first he didn’t understand why - Or rather said, he didn’t want to admit that he actually fell for someone.

I mean...He’s Sally Face...Who’d ever like someone as weird and disfigured as him...?

That day, when you were done studying, he walked you home, and you smiled so sweetly at him when you waved him goodbye, that he felt his knees weaken.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Sal.”

It wasn’t a goodbye, it was a see you later - You actually were okay with seeing him again.

Larry is the first person who hears about everything and you bet he’s super happy about the whole idea, and he’s going to play match-maker no matter what.

His bro’s happiness is the most important thing in his life, after all, and if you showed him so much kindness and were so passive about his looks and everything, then that can only mean you have the potential to be such a great match for the blue haired soft baby.

From then on, Larry is going to make sure you are one of the group and you hang out with them more often, and as often as possible, would get everyone away from there, leaving only the two of you alone.

Sal would try to use some gaming flirt lines or pick up lines, but you’d merely laugh at how funny, cute and imaginative they were, not picking up the hint.

He would give you little gifts, with some occasions even flowers, but you’d only play it as him being a sweetheart with his friends.

He would even write songs for you and will give them to you, but you only thought he was trying to write love songs to express himself.

Everything he tried to do, all the little, subtle...Not so subtle hints that he tried to give you, when he tried to test out the waters...They only made you think he was a nice friend.

He couldn’t realise how you could be so clueless to his affections towards you, and it was driving him crazy.

Not only him, but Larry as well, would groan and hit his head on the desk, annoyed at how blind you could be and how you were forcing Sal to outright confess his love for you, so after a long enough time, when the blue haired boy finally managed to muster the courage, Larry started helping him create a love confession.

He would hype up Sally a lot and help him rehears how to ask you out, what to wear, what to say, what to gift you and so on...

But honestly now, when do plans E V E R work the way they are supposed to?!

He’s a mess, he’s stuttering and blushing like crazy (not that you can see it), he somehow managed to grip so hard on the flowers out of anxiousness that he destroyed them and he basically had to run away so he wouldn’t make an even bigger idiot out of him and make you hate him.

You tried to access his walkie talkie a lot, but he kept it shut out of embarrassment, so Larry was the next best option, and he mentioned a place where Sal would go sometimes when he needs to feel better, so following the directions, you saw Sal playing his guitar while staring up at the cloud, his voice expressing the beautiful sorrow that he felt in his heart.

You listened attentively to the sad lyrics and you realised that he himself wrote the lyrics, and you approached him as soon as he was done with the song.

“That was beautiful, Sal. I never knew you had such an angelic voice. And your guitar skills are really something...Will you teach me one day?” you walked next to him, unintentionally scaring him out of his wits.

That only made him let out a small shriek, jolting in place and hitting his head on a tree branch, and in result, making his mask fly away.

He didn’t realise it at first, especially because you didn’t sketch any kind of reaction when you went to fetch him back the mask, and he only realised it when you kneeled next to him, offering to help him put it back.

Poor Sally freaked out big time, covering his face, saying how you shouldn’t look at someone like him, that you’re too perfect to stay around him, and you could feel his voice wavering, breaking, his eyes glistering with tears.

It took every ounce of power you had to put away his hands and kiss him as gently as possible, only to leave him speechless, powerless, unable to hold the tears from streaming his pale cheeks.

Once you reassure him that he is in no way ugly, and that he shouldn’t ever downgrade his worth the way he did, the only thing he can say is a short and genuine love confession, so soft and genuine that it made your heart skip a bit, seeing the love and innocence in his beautiful eyes.

From then on, you, Sal and Larry would be the terrific trio, but this is a request specifically about Sally, so here goes that.

He’s still going to feel insecure, since you could do SO much better, he says, but you wouldn’t hear any of that shit.

He would let you play with his hair, styling it in any way you want, and hell, if you want to, he could style your hair in any way you want, and yes, that means braiding too.

Sally would absolutely MELT if you’d want to match clothes or hairstyles with him, oh god, how cute would that be?!

He honestly looks at you like a Goddess or something since you’re always so sweet with him, even during the times when you’re sad about something, which is when he knows he must step in and make sure you’re okay, trying his best to at least make you smile, if you can’t feel a genuine laugh.

Sal loves to gift you plushies for some reason and when he sees you cuddling with it on a night when you have a sleep over...You killed this boy.

Overall, he’s...Like...The sweetest person in the world? Would care about you, your heart and your well-being literally above anything else?

Would be okay with hugs and cuddles and kisses of any kind at ANY time you want, no matter the place or occasion.

If you’re in public, he would blush a bit, but as long as it made you happy, it didn’t really matter.

And, I mean, it kinda made him be filled with a certain sense of pride and confidence whenever you’d so freely flaunt your relationship in public because -

YOU WEREN’T ASHAMED OF BEING WITH HIM!!!

And

HE WAS LUCKY ENOUGH TO HAVE AN ANGEL AS HIS LOVER!!!

So basically

He got the Jackpot.

[hawkinsschoolcounselor]

Breaking down the “leak”

It seems the leak from back in April is on everyone’s minds lately. While I don’t really see anything to suggest it is legit, there’s not really much else to talk about. I think what I’d like to do is go down the leak, bit by bit, and give my thoughts. I’ll be going through the points in the order I see them in a series of screengrabs, so it may not be the order the original post had them. A lot of this seems like it would be from a single episode, likely the first one.

The first thing I see is Steve applying to Hawkins PD, but being rebuffed for his previous vandalism in Season 1. This seems odd considering we never saw the police get involved in that. Steve being a police officer is something born out of fan theory, which further casts doubt in my mind. While it could simply be a nod to fans, it still comes off as out of place. Steve was last shown getting a new job at a video store, and we’re going to see him going for another job already?

The next bit is that Max is depressed and sees the school counselor. She has a fight with Lucas and then dumps him. Working in the school counselor from the earlier reported new characters could have been an attempt to make it seem more legit. I don’t know if that casting report was truly legit since it had more info than I’d expect. Max and Lucas fighting is not terribly surprising. Their relationship was not shown to be all that great in Season 3. Saying Max would be depressed links onto the end of Season 3, so, again, nothing too shocking. This could just be good guesswork as opposed to a leak.

Next is a new character Fred (an orphan, but more on him later) talking to Dustin. Fred tells Dustin that he believes his dad, thought to be dead, is actually alive. He was allegedly experimented on by the lab and then thrown into a mental hospital after he went nuts and killed Fred’s mom. This is a rather big piece of info for a leaker to have. The idea that there were adult test subjects was covered in the Suspicious Minds novel, so it could be a tie-in to that, but this part of the “leak” could also just be fan theories based on that same novel. I can’t see Brenner taking any chances with his work being exposed by throwing a subject into a mental hospital.

Next, we have Dustin having lunch with Nancy and Robin, while Lucas and apparent new character Eddie watch Mike be friendly with a cheerleader. If true, then Season 4 occurs immediately after Season 3, otherwise there’s no way Dustin would be in high school with Nancy and Robin. I was never too clear on what grade exactly Nancy was in, but she could potentially be a senior now. Robin had mentioned being in class with Steve though, so I would’ve thought she’d be his age. Still, it’s possible I suppose. Dustin having lunch with them seems to clash with his Hellfire Club status though, unless this occurs before he joins. One would think he’d eat with his new friends, especially if he ISN’T eating with his old friends. Meanwhile, said old friends are also split, with Lucas hanging out with Eddie and watching Mike be “friendly” with a cheerleader.

The next bit is where we’re told Dustin joins the Hellfire Club (set photos confirm this). It’s described as an elite group of nerds formed by the previously mentioned Fred. Dustin apparently is interested when they play D&D, but Lucas and Mike decline. This both clashes and fits with Season 3. Mike is bothered by Will seeming to move on from D&D, but it could still fit if Mike just doesn’t want to play without Will. Still, this seems to be building a rupture of the Party right after Season 3 showed how good they are together. Yes, it’s normal for kids their age to look to reinvent themselves, but it also goes against what the show was apparently building. Each season does have elements where there’s strife in the Party that gets resolved, but this takes it to an absurd level.

Dustin is then described as being seen as a “runt of the litter” in the Hellfire Club. That’s not really unusual treatment for a freshman in a high school club. His D&D skills and link to Robin gain him cred, apparently. This leads to him getting close to Fred. There’s not a lot here, but this “leak” does spend a lot of time on the Fred/Dustin dynamic.

Next is the “shocker” where Mike and El have a phone/walkie call that doesn’t go well. Mike is losing interest, El picks up on it. She says “I love you” and he says “I know.” Considering the level of detail on some of the other parts, this is rather brief. The exchange is verbatim Empire Strikes Back, and, while that isn’t totally out of the ordinary for this show, it makes me see it as something more fanfiction-y. The idea of them having a “meh” phone call isn’t too weird since we saw at the end of Season 3 that they were definitely not on the same page. It wouldn’t be hard for a fake leaker to come up with something like this. Should it be true, then it could spur El to go back to her possessive and distrustful ways. She may be driven to find out how to get her powers back in order to spy on Mike.

The “leak” specifically mentions there being no plans to include Chernobyl. This is an odd thing to say. I’m not sure how popular a fan theory this is, but it’d be in bad taste to work a real-life deadly disaster into a show like this. I don’t know why the person who wrote this felt the need to specifically debunk this unless they just wanted to seem more legit.

A flashback to Joyce, Hopper, and Lonnie in high school. That’s reasonable, especially since we know Lonnie is back this season in some capacity. I have no doubts that Hopper will be having flashbacks/memories during his captivity. This being believable doesn’t necessarily make this real though, as it’s another thing that’s reasonable to predict.

Despite most of the leak seeming to be from an early point in the season, the leaker goes on to say that there’s 5 major deaths (2 new characters, 3 previously existing characters), one of whom is one of the kids who dies in the final episode. Now perhaps there’s parts of the “leak” that I just don’t see in these screengrabs, but this is very odd. Prior to this is just looks like maybe someone got their hands on the first script somehow, or parts of it anyway. I don’t know how many people would be entrusted with every script, particularly the end, for this very reason. A single script getting out is at least somewhat believable, but this is where I lose any faith in this “leak.”

Finally, the leaker mentions this season taking place over the course of months, ending with the end of the Party’s freshman year. This would indeed be a change from the usual storytelling, and it would have to mean a slowly growing threat as opposed to one already striking in the first episode. That would kinda sorta work now that there’s no superpowered character to fend off the supernatural, but it would leave a lot of skipped time that I’m not sure would work in a show like this.

Will is mysteriously left out of this “leak.” There’s literally no mention of him that I can find unless there’s missing parts I don’t have. Someone who knows who dies would have something to say about Will, but there’s just nothing. It’s especially odd considering that if this is indeed the Party’s freshman year, then Will would have started school with them. The Byers don’t move until sometime in October, so Will would have spent at least a month at Hawkins High. This would also make Season 4 start with the shortest potential time skip, or perhaps no skip at all.

So, IF this leak is genuine:

There is a small, if any, time skip, with Season 4 beginning shortly after the Byers move in October.

Given the above statement, Mike must quickly lose interest in El, possibly even before their planned holiday visit.

The Party falls apart despite them all seeing how good they are together at the end of Season 3.

Max is going through depression, likely related to Billy’s death and everything else that happened (the end of S3 supports this).

Max and Lucas’ relationship gets even worse.

Mike and Lucas don’t want to be seen as nerds

Steve is still just a lost man child, or at least suffering the consequences of having been one for so long.

Robin and Nancy hang out together, and with Dustin until he joins the Hellfire Club

Will is a nonfactor, at least in the episode the bulk of this comes from?

I really have trouble believing this “leak” simply due to how the poster claims knowledge of the ending while the details all seem to be from the first episode. I suppose it’s possible they did legit get the first episode and made up some other stuff, but that seems pointless. For now, I’m just going with the idea that ANY legitimacy in this would be that it’s a real fake “leak” created by someone on the show to mislead fans or create buzz.

[strangerthingsharrington]

Can’t Fight This Feeling

-20-

A/N - Sorry for the wait, I had writers block for this one, which is why it really isn’t the best. But I wanted to get it out before it got too far away from me!

We were all silently looking around the group after Hopper stormed off. None of us knew what to say or do. We didn’t have a plan. We didn’t have anything. We needed direction, and the guy that should have been taking charge was stomping away from us like a toddler.

Finally Mrs. Byers cleared her throat and brought the attention to her, “Okay, guys, lets just...wait for Hopp to get it together and he’ll realize letting you guys navigate is the best bet. Let’s just...wait him out,” Mrs. Byers suggested with a grimace.

I let out a deep breath and looked up at Steve, who was looking off towards the escalators.

“Steve?” I whispered.

He brought his eyes down to me and let a tiny smile ghost over his lips.

“You okay?” I wondered.

He cleared his throat before nodding slightly at me, “Yeah,” he told me, before putting his arm around my shoulders, “just wishing we could not be getting ready to fight a monster...again.”

I breathed out a small laugh and nodded my head, “Yeah-me too, Steve.”

He hummed, “I’m gonna run to the bathroom. I’ll be right back,” he said, leaning his forehead against my temple for a few seconds, before moving away from me and walking toward the washroom.

I sighed quietly, wishing that Steve and I were preparing for our date rather than being stuck in the mall waiting for a monster to show up and possibly kill us at any moment.

“So...what the hell happened down there?” Jonathan questioned me suddenly.

I looked up at my oldest friend, Jonathan, who had Nancy by his side. He was waiting for me to spill more of my story.

I shrugged, “You gotta be more specific, there was a lot of shit going on down there.”

“Let’s start with the bruises around your neck,” he requested, pointing to my neck, “then we’ll move onto your face with the cut lip, and end at the bruise around your arm.”

I brought my hand up and touched my throat, feeling light pain at the touch before looking down to my arm and saw the large purple and blue bruise that had formed almost all the way around my upper arm.

I sighed, “We told you, Steve and I got taken and smacked around a little. Steve had it worst then me.”

“But are you okay?” he asked worriedly.

I breathed out and smiled lightly, “Yeah, now that I’m above ground and with everyone else.”

He grinned, “Now the real question...what the hell is going on with you and Steve?”

I felt my face redden and I laughed lightly, “What do you mean?” I asked, rubbing the back of my neck.

Nancy giggled, “Oh come on, Louise. He had his arm around you! He just gave you some puppy dog eyes.”

I looked at her uncomfortably, “I mean...look-I dont want this to be weird or anything.”

Nancy scoffed, “Come on...he’s my exboyfriend. It was over months and months ago.”

“And you’ve had a crush on him forever,” Jonathan added in.

I stuck my tongue out and pushed his shoulder while he laughed, “Look, we went through a lot of stuff down there and even this last week...I liked Steve for a long time and then I hated him for a longer time. But he’s...different and he told me he likes me and I like him and-we have much bigger things to be worried about,” I ranted with a sigh.

“Hey,” Nancy said soothingly, “Lou, you don’t have to defend it. I’m not upset, I thought you and Steve looked really cute together. And anyways,” she shrugged smiling up at Jonathan, “I started dating a guy you dated.”

I scoffed but smiled at the two of them, “God, we dated for two weeks,” I laughed with an eye roll, “you guys are, obviously, much better suited.”

“You and Steve probably are too,” Jonathan grinned.

I sighed, “We’ll see,” I mumbled.

“Nanc, can you give me and Louise a second?” Jonathan asked her.

She smiled, “I’ll go check in on Mike,” she said before walking away.

“Lou,” Jonathan began.

“Jon,” I echoed.

He put his hands on my shoulders, “Whatever happened between you and Steve this week...I’m happy he’s finally seeing you for you, without being King Steve the ultimate jerk.

“Look,” he began, watching me intently, “after the shit we’ve been through before this with the gate and everything...Steve has had our backs during all of it. Especially Dustin,” he explained.

I groaned, “Yeah, it’s not hard to see how close those two are.”

Jonathan laughed and pulled me into a hug, I wrapped my arms around his waist, “Come on, be happy that ten year old Louise’s dreams are coming true.”

I laughed and pulled away from him, “You’re so weird.”

“You and me both,” he shrugged, looking down at me.

“Hey.”

I looked behind me and saw Steve standing there, watching his eyes travel from me to Jonathan and back.

“Hey,” I said stepping out of Jonathan’s embrace and walking to stand with Steve.

“I’m gonna check on the kids,” Jonathan said, as I turned to face him when I reached Steve’s side, “glad you helped keep everyone safe, Steve,” Jonathan said with a small grin.

“Wouldn’t have had it any other way,” Steve responded back.

Jonathan nodded before turning around and walking away from us.

I turned to face Steve, “How’s you face?”

A smile flickered across his face, “Sore,” he answered honestly.

“You okay?” I asked him.

He looked down at the ground for a few seconds before looking back up to me with a nervous look.

“You and Jonathan dated before, right?” he asked me softly.

My brows furrowed, “Yeah-why?”

He cleared his throat and looked off to the side, “Look...Lou...I know we haven’t even gone out on a date or anything yet...and I know you and Jonathan are close and everything...”

In an instant it clicked. When Nancy dumped Steve she got together with Jonathan relatively quickly. That must have stung a little bit.

“Steve...are you...worried about Jonathan?” I asked quietly.

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, bringing his eyes back to mine, “I mean, I know there’s obviously bigger shit to worry about,” he let out a huff, “I really like you, Lou. I’m not upset about her and Jonathan, and I don’t have feelings for her or anything like that...I dunno,” he shrugged, “I don’t want to mess this up before it even begins.”

“Steve,” I grabbed his hand never breaking the eye contact, “I really like you too. Jonathan and I dated for two weeks forever ago. Jonathan is my best friend, tied with Robin of course,” I said with a small laugh, causing him to smile slightly, “I’ve liked you for a long time...and then didn’t,” I said honestly seeing the sadness in his eyes when I said it, “but this last week...after really getting to know you...I want to see what this is. You’re a really good guy, Steve.”

He grinned at me, “I wanna see what this is too,” he told me squeezing my hand gently, “I’m sorry...I dont want to sound like-I dunno, like I’m whiny or something-“

“Steve,” I smiled, interrupting him, “you’re entitled to feel however you want to feel. And I want to know how you’re feeling so we can talk about it. I’ve told you before, if you ever wanted to talk about anything, I’m here to listen. But I want to just tell you,” I said, placing my unoccupied hand on his shoulder, “Jonathan is the last thing you need to be worried about.”

He grinned and nodded a couple times, “Okay...yeah.”

I looked behind me to see Hop going around the Russians strewn on the ground and grabbing their guns.

I sighed, “Looks like something is going on,” I turned and looked up to Steve, “Let’s go,” I said, removing my hand from my shoulder and walking towards the group again with Steve’s hand in mine.

We walked over to the group, back to where Hop was scavenging guns from the dead Russians around the food court.

“Hey, heads up!” I heard Hop call when we were a few feet away from him and the kids, “You can navigate just from somewhere safe,” he told my brother.

“It’s not that simple,” Dustin insisted holding the walkie talkie in his hand.

“The signal won’t reach,” Erica agreed.

“Not with this,” he said, “you need something with a high enough frequency band to relay with the Russians radio tower. But for that to work, you need someone who has both seen their comms room and has access to a super-powered handcrafted radio tower one preferably already situated at the highest point in Hawkins.”

I rolled my eyes but smirked at my little brother. He always had to puff himself up just a tiny bit to let everyone know that he had the ideas and could put them into motion. Or in this case, he had already put part of this into motion a week ago.

“Oh wait,” he added sarcastically, “that’s me.”

Hopper looked like he was truly done with Dustin’s shit, which, honestly, would only egg Dustin on a tiny bit.

“If you want us to navigate, you got us. But we need a head start,” Dustin said as Hopper watched him silently, “and a car,” Dustin added as an afterthought.

Hopper rolled his eyes and looked over to me and Steve, “Take him to his tower, will ya?” he asked, before digging in his pocket and pulled out a set of key and tossing them to Steve, “Cars right out front.”

I looked up to Steve and saw him grinning at Hopper, “Will do, Chief.”

I looked over in the direction where I had seen Robin previously and waved her over, she jogged over to us.

“Come on, let’s lead these adult nerds through a maze,” Erica sassed before leading the Dustin, Robin, Ateve and I away from the others.

As soon as we walked to the glass doors of the mall and I could see the car in question, I knew Steve was going to go crazy over it.

“Oh man,” he said excitedly, “now this...this is what I’m talking about!” he finished and tossed the keys in the air, catching them a second later.

“Calm down, dingus, we still have work to do,” Robin reminded him.

I looked the car over and rolled my eyes at the license plate, I nudged Robin and pointed it out to her.

“Toddfather?” she asked, clearly grossed out, making me giggle.

“Oh screw Todd!” Steve scoffed, “Steve’s her daddy now.”

I shook my head at him, “Did you just talk about yourself in the third person?”

“Did he just call himself daddy?” Erica asked, disgusted.

I grinned as Erica, Dustin and Robin smushed into the back seat and moved the passenger seat back and sat in it with Steve getting in next to me a second later.

“All right,” Steve called us to attention, “where are we going?”

“Weathertop,” Dustin answered.

“Weather-what?” Steve asked, turning to look at Dustin who was seated right behind him.

“Just drive!” Dustin instructed.

“Okay! Jesus!” Steve yelled.

“Okay, here’s what’s gonna happen,” I began, turning as best as I could in my seat to face the others in the back, “we’re obviously to the hilltop and we’re staying there together until they tell us they need us. Okay?”

“I honestly don’t know where we went in the vents,” Robin admitted looking at the other two next to her.

Dustin waved her off, “Don’t worry, Erica and I will deal with that.”

“A favour,” Steve said from up front, “this has been a wild kinda day, so unless it’s Dustin giving me the directions can we have a peaceful car ride with just the music?”

I turned forward in my seat and looked over st him, “It’s been the longest day of my life,” he said with a chuckle, glancing at me, “I want just a few minutes of calm.”

I grinned at him, “Okay.”

I understood where he was coming from. Just to have a moment of silence and calmness and maybe feel like we don’t have the end of the world a few feet in front of us.

I sighed and sat back in my seat, feeling some of my hairs not being held in by my ponytail fly around as the air whipped by my head because the roof was down.

The cool air actually felt really nice on my face, maybe because we had been stuck under the mall for so long and having actual fresh air was amazing.

“Lou,” Steve said.

I looked over to him and grinned, “Yeah?”

“You good?” he smiled.

“I’m good,” I told him honestly.

His smile grew wider and he grabbed my hand holding it tightly in his.

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Title credit to REO Speedwagon and gif credit to owner

[hallowxiu]

You’re Hot

Pairing: Satan x gn!mc

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary:  After your attempt with Lucifer, you decide to try your luck with pick up lines on the next brother in your sights… Satan.

A/N: I got this idea from prompt 340 from the account Creative Writing Prompts :) 

Part 2 of the MC isn’t good at pick up lines series lol

part one

“Do ya really think this’ll work?” Mammon asks with a bored tone, the male picking at his nails as he sits on your bed while you pace back and forth in the middle of your room.

“Well, no, not really.” The two of you are having an emergency meeting, as you personally like to label it, after your failed attempt of using a pick up line on Lucifer. To say that Mammon laughed when you explained just how much you failed would be an understatement. You’re convinced he grew a set of abs with how much he enjoyed your misery. You won’t dwell on it though, no, this is a challenge that you’re set on winning. “But, I figured using pick up lines on Satan would be good practice.”

“Good practice for what, exactly?” Mammon asks with a raised eyebrow.

You stop your pacing and think, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth. With a shrug of your shoulders, you look at Mammon with a smile. “I dunno.” Mammon stares at you blankly before sighing in defeat.

“Ya sure are weird.” He huffs and leans back on your bed to get comfortable. “Have ya thought of any pick up lines to use on him?”

“Nope.” You admit with a sheepish grin and he sighs again.

“Have ya even considered the type of pick up lines he’d like? Ya can’t just waltz up to him and expect him to like the shit ya tried on Lucifer.” You feel your eyebrow twitch at Mammon’s words. You hated it when he was right.

“Man, Lucifer didn’t even like the pick up line I tried on him!” Well, more like he didn’t understand the pick up line you tried on him. “And now I have to sit through a lecture of his later on the history of fallen angels. I just have to try and make sure I don’t end up running into the same issue with him, though Satan doesn’t really strike me as the lecture type.”

“I think Satan would rather drop dead than give ya a lecture if it’s not about a favorite book of his.” Mammon snorts before sitting back up; that man’s always restless. “That being said, ya should probably find out what type of pick up line would work best on him. Ya can’t use the same type for everyone. Ya gotta find one that matches his interests.”

“Since when were you so good with pick up lines?”

“Ya picked me, didn’t ya? Besides, I’ve spent time with Asmo. The man’s practically spewin’ out pick up lines on the daily.”

“Things that match Satan’s interests…” You tap your chin with your index finger. You sit yourself down on the floor, hands resting on your knees as you stare up at Mammon in thought.

“And what type of pick up lines are ya goin’ for? Are ya tryin’ to romance him? Or do ya just want to throw him for a loop?” You hadn’t thought of that either. Really, when did Mammon become so knowledgeable with this stuff? “Satan’s the type of guy where if ya bat your lashes at him, he’ll probably end up followin’ ya around all day like a lost puppy. Don’t wanna lead the guy on or anythin’.”

“You’re being significantly more helpful than you were earlier. If you had done this with Lucifer, I probably would be free of a lecture tonight.”

Mammon’s eye twitches as he glares down at you from his place on your bed. “Hey, keep that shit up and I’ll leave ya here on your own!”

“Yeah, yeah.” You wave him off with a disinterested sigh. You needed to make a list of things Satan likes, which shouldn’t be too hard. You jump back up to your feet, Mammon startling where he sits from the sudden burst of energy. You grab a notebook from your desk, flipping to an empty page and grab a marker. After a minute or two of you quietly scribbling things down, you show off your list to Mammon, similar to a proud child showing their parents a drawing they made.

“Cats...books...uh,” his eyebrows furrow as he looks at the list closer, “did ya actually write ‘smart things’?” You let out a sheepish chuckle as you scratch at the back of your neck. “Why am I not surprised?”

“Maybe it’s because I’ve been hanging out with you too much. I’m losing brain cells by the minute; maybe I should charge you a fee for killing so many off.”

Mammon shoots you a scandalized look before scoffing loudly, “ya were stupid before ya arrived to the Devildom! Don’t act like this is on me.” Before you can counter his attack, Mammon begins to speak again. “Satan isn’t the type who would like pick up lines about books. I also don’t think he’d appreciate cat ones either; they seem a little too cheesy for him.” You take his words into consideration before turning the list over in your hands and scribbling the first two options off the list. “So that just leaves us with…” Another sigh escapes Mammon from where he sits. “And what on earth does that possibly suggest?”

“I don’t know!” You let out a flustered shout as you squirm under his gaze. “Just smart things! Things smart people would enjoy! Physics? Science? Wait-- physics and science are the same thing, right? Oh god, what are smart things? Frogs?”

“Frogs?”

“It’s the first thing that came to my mind, don’t judge me!” You’re a little too flustered now.

“He likes politics. Why don’t ya look up pick up lines on politics? Maybe there’s some out there on the internet; some weirdo has got to like them.” He comments while digging his D.D.D out of his pocket. Within a few seconds there’s a frown on his face. “There aren’t many… and the ones that I found-- well, they’re fuckin’ awful.” Just before you can both give up and admit defeat, an excited gasp leaves Mammon’s mouth and his phone screen is immediately shoved in your face. “What about this one?”

You move your face back just enough so you could actually read the words on his screen. A grin forms on your lips when you read it over once. “This is perfect! He’ll be swooning, I just know it.”

“He’ll probably be impressed too that ya know so much about global warmin’ and what not. We really outdid ourselves with this one.” There’s a smug smile on his face that’s nearly identical to yours. “So, what are we doin’ wastin’ time here? Stop sittin’ around and find Satan!” You want to argue that Mammon’s the one sitting around, but you decide to let it go just this once.

❀❀❀❀

“Target sighted.” You find yourself reporting to Mammon via an old walkie-talkie. It wasn’t your idea, and you didn’t know why you couldn’t just text Mammon yourself, but the white haired demon insisted that this would be a more convenient means of communication. You didn’t even know that Mammon had these hidden around in his room, but you guess you shouldn’t be too surprised. With the antics Mammon’s always up to, you probably didn’t want to know why he had these in the first place.

“Awesome. Where’s he at?” Mammon’s voice, accompanied with static, rings through the speaker.

“The library; where else?”

“Fair enough. Alright then, go make your move. Wait,” he quickly cuts himself off and for a second you’re worried that Lucifer somehow found out about this, “do ya remember the line?” You breathe out a sigh of relief before rolling your eyes while turning the volume down. You’ll be amazed if Satan didn’t already know you were lingering outside the library with how loud Mammon is.

“Of course I remember the line. It’s just a sentence.”

“Alright, alright. Jeesh, I’m just tryin’ to help; sue a demon for tryin’.” Just before you can switch off your walkie-talkie, you hear the static pick up again with your name being called. “Wait, leave it on. I wanna hear how it goes.”

You debate for a moment, you could easily leave it off and tell him that you turned it off long before he asked for you to leave it on. You sigh though, already knowing that he wouldn’t buy it. “Fine, but you better not make a single peep, Mammon.” With him confirming to stay silent, you turn the volume nearly to zero before stuffing it in your back pocket. Clearing your throat once, you knock on the library door before pushing it open. “Satan?” You call out, your eyes scanning the room for the familiar blond.

“Over here.” His voice calls from the back of the room. As you approach the fourth oldest, you smile to yourself when seeing him surrounded by a pile of books on the library couch.

“Keeping yourself entertained?” You ask gingerly as you peer over the pile. “Have you been in here all day?”

“Nearly.” He responds, barely looking up from the book that held his attention from his current stretched out position. He reminds you of a cat with the way he’s laying around. You look down to see what he’s reading, a smirk forming on your lips when seeing the title. “You’re reading a book about global warming?” Sometimes you’re amazed with how well the universe lines things up for you.

“Mhm.” He responds lazily. “It’s a topic I’m interested in. I like learning about problems in the human realm and how they react to them. Who would’ve thought that the issue of global warming would be such a controversy there?” He’s sitting up now, though he’s still reading from his book. You wonder how he can pay attention to you while also paying attention to the book he’s reading.

“What do you mean?”

He moves over so that you can sit next to him, an eyebrow raising on his expression. “Well, both the Celestial Realm and the Devildom know about global warming, and the cause is also extremely obvious to us. It’s both humorous and disappointing that the humans don’t understand what’s causing it, and it’s even more mind blowing that some of them believe that it’s a made up concept. If anything, I look into these types of topics simply so I can see the perspective of humans.” You can’t believe how well Satan’s setting you up for your pick up line. Maybe this would actually work out in your favor for once.

“I know the cause of global warming.” You announce a little too proud.

“Oh?” There’s a look of amusement on Satan’s face as he places his book down beside him, giving you his full attention. “Do tell. I’d love to hear your perspective, this could help me further understand your species and--”

“You must be the reason for global warming because you’re so hot.”

Full silence. You can’t even hear the faint static of your walkie-talkie, and you think Satan might’ve stopped breathing. Maybe you should say something? Did he take offense to that? If you listen closer to the silence, you might hear Mammon laughing at you from somewhere in the house. “Ah, well, I suppose I did want to learn more about the human perspective…” He lets out a disappointed sigh before forcing a smile onto his face. This was too much to bear, you think dying in a hole somewhere would be a more pleasing option.

“Y-You know what? I think I hear Lucifer calling for me. Probably failed another test or something, I should go see what he wants.” You’re quick to excuse yourself as you scramble off the couch with a red face.

“Oh? But I don’t hear anything.” He says with a slight frown. “While I am flattered, actually, it’s primarily because of too much carbon dioxide in the atmosphere.” His eyes never leave you as you awkwardly try to step over one of the piles of books, instead tripping over your own feet and knocking the stack over. You didn’t want to sit for a lecture; you should have never used a “smart things” pick up line when you still had Lucifer’s lecture on fallen angels to listen to.

“Really?” You ask absentmindedly as you clumsily try to stack the books back on top one another. “I didn’t know that.” You need to get out of here, and fast. You could tell Satan was about to go on an educational lecture and you only had seconds to flee. Suddenly, before you can dart past the now fixed books, a hand with a strong grip wraps around your wrist.

“Tell me,” he speaks your name with an eerily serene smile on his face, “have you ever heard of a carbon footprint?”

[give-seconds]

Survival of the Fittest

Summary: Welcome to the Badlands of Montana! This will be the setting of our game. What’s the name of the game? Simple, make it out alive. In which you and Jaemin are kidnapped and forced to try and find your way out of the Badlands.

Masterlist | Main Masterlist

“What’s that?” Jaemin asks as he walks over and picks up his sweatshirt.

“I think it’s a walkie-talkie.”

As soon as the words leave your mouth, the device comes to life. “Numbers 24 and 25.”

---Part 5

You and Jaemin freeze at the voice, turning to look at each other with wide eyes. Once Theos’ voice continues, your attention is brought down to the device in your hand.

“In past experiments, I have refrained from talking to my subjects until later, but I decided to make an exception for you.

“In the past, I’ve had subjects that took a day to move from the starting point; I’ve had subjects that started the game by going in the wrong direction; I’ve had subjects that missed the first bag; and even some that missed all three. But you two, you two are by far my most promising batch.”

As the words hit your ears, your stomach flips. His voice is like the voice of a proud father whose child won first place in a competition.

“Now, you might not be the first batch to escape, but there’s no doubt in my mind you two will be the cream of the crop so to say.”

“If we’ve already proven ourselves, why don’t you tell us we’re walking in the right direction? Rewarding good behavior and all.”

You’re surprised by the strength in Jaemin’s voice. Despite not having seen Theos, his voice alone is enough to scare you in a way you’ve never felt before.

“Instead, I’ll tell you why I chose you two to be my final subjects.”

You and Jaemin nervously glace at each other before looking back down at the device in your hand.

“I first saw you, Jaemin, at the grocery store. I remember thinking how weird it was that someone so young was shopping with someone even younger. So I followed you home, and I waited. I waited for three days, installing one of my cameras across the street so I could watch you without being there, and your parents never came home. So I went back to your house, waited until you and your sister were at school, and then broke in.”

Your head snaps up to look in Jaemin’s direction just in time to see the color slightly drain from his face. Your doom always had random people in it, your roommate is somewhat of a party person. Even if the parties were just five friends sitting on her bed, you learned to get over the uncomfortable feeling of random people in your space.

Jaemin shared a house with his family, presumably the house he and his sister grew up in. The idea of someone coming into something so private, someone as sick as Theos, was nauseating.

“Turns out, your parents left for Africa last year. You were left to take care of little Emma, even if she was a freshman at the time. Because that wasn’t the first time you had to take care of her, was it?”

“I don’t - this can’t have anything to do with why I’m here.”

Your heart breaks slightly how comparatively shaky his voice is, and it took everything in you not to look at him. He doesn’t need your questioning looks on top of everything else.

“Oh, but it does. You’ve taken care of Emma since you were in middle school, but not because you wanted to. If I learned anything from your parents’ service journal, they left you alone as soon as you turned ten. But if I had to guess, they weren’t around much before then.

“Reading those journals, along with that note Emma wrote you for your birthday thanking you for taking care of her, I knew I had to have you.”

Theos pauses, and you take the opportunity to try and mentally prepare yourself for “your story.”

“And then I saw you, y/n. If I’m being honest, I don’t know what first drew me to you. Maybe it was the countless hours you spent in the student lounge or the library while your roommate invited people over.”

You already felt sick for Jaemin, knowing this sicko had not only been watching him and his sister, but broke into their house and looked through their things. But knowing all that wasn’t enough to prepare you for the different kind of sickness that coursed through your body at the sound of your name.

“Or maybe it was the fact that after learning your name and searching for any social media, I couldn’t find any. I mean you have to admit, someone in this day in age not having any social media is pretty interesting. So when I wasn’t watching Jaemin, I was trying to find information on you. Eventually, I found your ex-husband, and I was shocked for the second time during my investigation. Here you are, a freshman in college, and you’re already a divorcee? I had to find out more. Skipping all the boring details, I managed to find out about your family.

“Your mom had been married three times, two alcoholics and one weirdo. If I’m right – that is, if Sam is right – you were kicked out at age 15? He also said that when you were kicked out, you lived with your dad. That he would refuse to take his medicine and would have seizures. He said you were always the person who had to take care of him.”

“Oh my God,” you whisper, bringing your hand to cover your mouth in shock.

You know the only person who would know that is Sam; he’s the only person you’ve told this to. You may not have spent a lot of time together, but the only condition Sam had for giving you the ticket here was that you told him about your life.

“I know you’re doing this as a test, but please tell me he’s okay?” You can feel Jaemin’s eyes on you, but you keep your eyes trained on the device.

“See, that’s the second plot twist I found in my research about you. Why would your ex-husband care so much about you? And judging from the fact he’s the last person you texted, I’d say you don’t hate him. After some convincing, I got Sam to tell me why you two got a divorce. He wants to love you, but he can’t. He’s aromantic.

“He told me he didn’t want to get too close to you in case you caught feelings for him. So instead of befriending you, he acted as cold to you as he could. He told me he could see how much you were struggling and that he liked it; it was easier for him to learn about your troubles instead of dealing with his own.”

“I know all this, I’m asking if you’ve hurt him.”

After hearing the strength in your voice, you understand how Jaemin was able to speak so confidently before. It isn’t about actually feeling in control, it’s about not letting the man spitting hurtful words at you win.

So yes, the reminder that even though you pretended not to know why Sam helped you, you knew why. That even though you told Jaemin he probably saw you as a charity case, the reality is, he saw you as a distraction. He used your problems to hide from his own, drinking in your life stories to ignore the fact he didn’t fit into the mold society had set.

He told you all this through a letter, apologizing for using you and acting the way you did. He explained that even though it started as a way to hide from his problems, it ended up

confirming the doubts he had. “I can’t stay married to you” he had written, “but if you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask. I owe you.”

When you read that, it wasn’t that he had used you that hurt most. It was that he was the one person you thought wouldn’t have the energy to be fake to you. You always thought Sam was just bored and looking for something to fix. He never tried to help you fix those relationships, instead offering a way out. It was refreshing to not have to deal with fake politeness.

As it turns out, he was fake from the very beginning. And after figuring that out, it was just easier to portray Sam as the man you thought he was.

“Did you love him? Or was he able to pull off that cold, distant personality better than I give him credit for?”

Theos’ voice draws you out of your thoughts, only to render you speechless once again. This entire time, the only thing you thought you had the upper hand on was that there was no one relying on you. You often pushed the thought of Jaemin’s sister from your mind. You know what it is like to be alone, and imagining that girl alone and scared for her brother’s safety made you anxious. With such thoughts for someone you didn’t know, you couldn’t help but feel relieved that no one was waiting for you.

Now that someone could be hurt because of you, someone you didn’t even love, you felt like you were suffocating. He had hurt you, but he didn’t deserve to be wrapped up in this.  

“I’ll let your silence speak for itself. You’ll be happy to hear that he’s safe with the subjects that escaped. I hope you feel special number 25, I haven’t had to kidnap anyone for information before.”

He laughs to himself, and you imagine he meant it as a genuine compliment.  

“As I said at the start of this game, I think you two are my most promising batch. You both have someone to live for, someone who depends on you. Both of you are fighters, not the type to give in. I thought these stories were important to tell you both, after all, trust is the important thing when trying to survive together.”

With that, the line goes quiet. A silence hangs over you two as you both continue to stare down at the previously live device.

“We um, we have to keep going,” he says quietly, breaking the silence. He lightly pushes your hand holding the walkie-talkie down to your side.

“Let’s change out the camera first.”

You shake your head, trying to push the conversation with your capture from your mind. Silently, you drop the walkie-talkie back into the bag and start looking for the cameras.

After you both exchanged the cameras, you transfer the leftover supplies from the old backpack into the new one. Before you had found the walkie-talkie, you were going to suggest that you two stop to eat. But now, and you’re sure the same is for Jaemin, you feel too sick to eat.

Silently handing him the bag, you can’t help but notice the shift in his attitude. You yourself are in no mood to partake in one of the many time passing conversations you two have come to have. But his attitude feels different, like he’s a shaken bottle of Coke ready to explode.

“Are you okay,” you ask timidly, not wanting to upset him anymore.

“I’m fine.”

“Jaemin-“

“No, y/n, no,” he snaps, turning to face you. “Just because we now know each other’s backstories doesn’t mean you get to do whatever this is. I’ve worked hard to make sure no one knows that about me and Emma. I called the schools for her when she’s sick, I taught her how to drive, and I’ve handled every finance that aren’t bills,” he scoffs, rolling his eyes. “My parents have the decency to do that for us. So don’t think just because you know this about me means I need your help. Because I don’t.”

For the second time in the past five minutes, a silence hangs over you two. You’re staring at him, a blank look spread across your face, as he stares back, breathing heavily from his sudden outburst.  

As shocking as it is, you can understand it. He’s feeling the same things you feel about your past.

Fear and shame.

Fear that because of his parents, he’ll be looked down upon. And shame because while he's afraid of being looked down on, he knows it’s justifiable.

“I’m sorry, you’re right. Just because I know that about you doesn’t mean I get to try and help you. God knows if any of us need help, it’s me. So let’s keep going.”

He looks at you, confusion replacing his previous hardened expression. You slightly smile at him, hoping to show him you’re on his side.  

“Come on,” you say, reaching out your hand to grab him and start walking. You’ve never been good at subtle comfort, but you’re hoping that by showing him you’re not going to judge him is a good start.

At first, he lags behind a few steps, letting you drag him. But when he eventually falls into step with you, he smiles at you over his shoulder, the same kind of smile you gave him.

Trust is everything when you’re trying to survive.

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I’m sorry that took forever! I decided to join a few collabs to get over the writer’s block (which worked for the most part) and those ended up taking more time than I thought they would. 

I hope everyone has an amazing day/night, and I sincerely thank you for taking the time to read my stuff.  

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