#i just need dylan to make it out alive

[madychi]

OK i LOVE ur agony infected au, im curious & i got questions: -does oz ever have to cover up the bite mark with makeup? so his mom or dad doesnt worry, yknow? -does dylan end up getting a mask too? maybe reusing the freddy mask, unless that was what oz used for his, -what type of control/infection/etc is it? like is it more a corruption of oz's actions and thoughts that like, flows between stronger or lesser depending on the time or is it more like a total switch between the two where boz is basically a completely separate person? :3 -also semi-unrelated, hows jeff doin' in this au? like does this happen after the good or bad jeff ending, and if its the bad one is jeff alive and also agony infected or dead? -does oz/boz ever think or even end up going back to the ballpit in jeffs out of habit/instinct/etc? yeyeye thank uuuu!!! ramble as much as u want cuz i wanna hear about it !!!! also i think its funny ur aus like, keep ending up mitosis'ing (or i guess budding might be more accurate but still, u get what i mean :3) xD, i dunno how you keep track of em all LOL

Alright- imma try to answer these questions in order!

-Oswald doesn’t need to cover up the bite scar. His parents already know about it. The veiny black spreading isn’t visible to normal people. Just like how his mom didn’t see springtrap, his parents and most people don’t see anything aside from a scar.

-Yes he do get a mask! Or rather, he gets to make his own. Oswald used the old Bonnie head in the Mill’s trash to make his mask. And Dylan’s gotta make his a bunny mask. It’s part of the dress code lol.

-It’s like… hm how to put it- i had the original Vanessa/Vanny situation in mind for how it works. The type depicted in help wanteds Vanny mask+Glitchtrap plush convo. It’s a bit of corruption/coersion. Boz isn’t his own person or identity, more like an alter ego.

-Jeff is doing fine. This is after the two star good ending but don’t worry, Jeff is not dead. Pit trap didn’t get him. Jeff isn’t infected but he is aware of Oz/Boz. Doesn’t get paid enough to care. As long as he don’t kill him or scare away patrons he’s chill.

-Yup. He do be going to the ball pit. There’s not much to do there but it’s a good place to vibe. The animatronics aren’t on his case anymore due to his corruption. So that’s a plus.

-Bonus fact: Boz is just one of Oswald’s little nicknames. He can also be referred to as Rabbit Jr.!

Have a silly doodle!

[nectardaddy]

'88 Ford | Kita Shinsuke

chapter eight | it didn't

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track eight . . . finally stop dreaming

cw/notes: allusion of the death of a family member, that moment when the feelings hit you like a train, breakdown, lots and lots of heavy emotions, kita's pov, ily dylan gossett, I stg this is the last angst chapter but it needed to happen, I put smau at the end for comedic relief

"Everything about you is important to me." "Everything about you is important to me too, Shin."

Kita Shinsuke was a man to hold strong to his schedule; never late, always early. He was a man to stay steadfast in his beliefs. Take care of yourself, cherish the small things in life, and hard work will always pay off. His grandmother hammering the beliefs in his head; never realizing how true they rang until he was a bit older, a bit wiser. He was also the man to be in tune with his emotions, keeping a level head amidst a sinking ship. So when he found himself amiss once he got home from work he panicked.

Nothing short of out of breath when he closed the door, not even bothering to engage the lock, and pressed his back against it. Screwing his eyes shut tightly, trying to feel the cool wood of the door on his arms rather than the heat of his desires. A coil in his stomach that felt like fire, a yearning that ate him alive - ripped him apart piece by piece. The longer the craving stayed, the larger it grew, soon he would be drawn limb from limb and pulled right by the seams.

Three days ago - without a word since.

He never imagined such a small amount of time would feel like an eternity, or have his heart thrown completely in the wringer. Nor did he believe the simple act of avoidance would leave him with an utter lack of control. Overworking himself to the point of exhaustion, spilling his guts in the middle of a field because, heaven forbid, he took a break. Taking a break meant thinking, and thinking meant losing himself. If he lost himself, he surely was a dead man walking.

Three days spent in blistering heat, dripping in sweat by the end of the day and woozy from exhaustion. Coming home every night only to crash immediately, dropping to his knees because it was all too much to even make dinner. Just keep busy. But busy was a minimization. Just don't look at her. A promise he couldn't keep to himself. Sharing glances made him falter, and faltering made the dreadful cycle continue.

His grandmother would scold him if she was still here. Give him a stern look and yank at his ear, no matter how old he was. Take care of yourself, take a break, and you'll get goodness in return.

The only goodness he found was in the eyes of a woman he couldn't bear to even look at. And where had that gotten him?

"Please forgive me," whispering to himself before taking a deep breath. "What should I do? I'm beggin', please tell me what to do." Asking the universe, possibly his grandmother, as he spoke to an all too empty house. Getting a silence in response, nothing but crickets from the night air just behind the door, he swallowed hard.

The sinking feeling of regret hitting him hard, and fast, swallowing him whole before taking him by the neck and forcing him down. Knees buckling under him, feeling the rough scrap of the door on his back as he went down, landing on the floor with a small thud. Reopening his eyes, they trained onto the hard wood floor, tracing the worn lines within each plank. He took a heavy breath as his eyes became blurry.

There was a suffocating feeling overtaking him, starting in his chest and coiling up. Reaching his throat as he gasped for air, his hands reaching for his face. Hanging his head and covering his eyes, letting a choked sob leave his lips as the feeling consumed him. Suddenly, his world became a lot smaller. Caving in on itself as he sat on the floor for what felt like ages - tears never stopping for a single second.

"I'm so damn stupid." Hissing a curse at himself through broken cries, all cares of being collected thrown to the wind. House eerily empty, a loneliness creeping in that sunk in his bones. The feeling swirling and mixing within the latter, stomach turning at the thought. Always coming and going like the waves of the ocean; he would usually endure it, allowing himself to be swept out to sea - a current would eventually spit him back out.

He let his hands drop down to his sides, revealing watery eyes as he rested his head against the door. Looking up at the blank ceiling before closing them, hoping that would contain his racing thoughts.

It didn't.

"Please," a plea to whatever, or whoever, beyond as he found himself drawing blanks at every corner. "You would tell me to do what's right and-" he sighed before continuing. "I d'know what's right. What should I do? I can't lose her." He pulled his legs up to his chest with a shaky breath, making himself smaller in hopes maybe the moment would pass.

It didn't.

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[justarandombrit]

Okay well as you may know from looking at my blog for five seconds, I saw the matinee for Starkid Innit. During the interval and after the show I wrote down some notes. I tried to get them in chronological order but my memory is dogshit and I definitely missed some stuff, I hope you appreciate it though.

Outside:

. EVERYONE SUNG GRANGER DANGER

. IT WAS SO GOOD (except for the high note lmao)

. EVERYONE SUNG DAYS OF SUMMER

. EVERYONE A SMALL GROUP OF PEOPLE SUNG GOIN' BACK TO HOGWARTS

Act 1:

. The Nightmare Time sting punched me in the face

. The shout-out to the confused parents

. BRIAN + MEREDITH IN TGWDLM IS EVERYTHING TO ME

. High School Is Killing Me, Literal Monster and Nerdy Prudes Must Die all got mashed together!

. Corey!Richie is my Roman Empire

. Jaime in NPMD….

. Jaime had a different line to PJ’s original in Literal Monster. I couldn't hear half of it but it was different

. JEFF!MAX

. THE AUDIENCE SINGING RICHIE'S PART!!!!!! I'M NOT A LOSERRRRRRR

. TOGETHER!!!!!

. OUR DOORS ARE OPEN

. Jaime singing Sami/Harry ABOUT HER DOG (Nori)

. The audience whipping out the phone cameras

. CLARK SINGING I WAS GAVE ME SUCH INTENSE CHILLS

. Joey finally giving the white, male side characters attention

. Joey changing “I know I'm not a star” to “I know I'm not Clark”

. He pointed the mic at the audience for the “DEFINITELY NOT!”

. Joey mistimed his jump 😔😔

. Genuinely his best performance of Sidekick yet

. Joey making fun of Brian for not getting a big solo

. Brian kept pretending to beat him up, it was brilliant

. Not Over Yet is definitely Brian's song, shut up

. Brian accidentally singing the same verse twice (How does he always mess this song up?!?!?)

. My mum took a photo during the “EVIL PLAAAAANSSSS” bit and it was right when Brian was choking Joey

. “So look alive and don't forget”

“FORGET WHAT?”

. FEAST OR FAMINE

. Rogues Are We still goes so hard

. Rogues Medley without Kick It Up A Notch is weird, but Kick It Up A Notch without Dylan would definitely be weirder

Intermission:

. Ice cream :D

Act 2:

. Starting with We Got Work To Do is so iconic

. THERE'S BEEN A CHANGE IN THE CLIMATE, SOMETHING'S IN THE AIR, WE FEEL THE HEAT, NO NEED TO DEFINE IT, WE DON'T REALLY CARE

. MEREDITH REQUESTED BACK ON TOP!!!!!!!! AND IT WAS SO GOOOOD!!!!!!!

. Joey shouted “Draco, get on the floor!” at Lauren

. ALL THE UNDERRATED SONGS

. I love how it was hyped up like it was going to be Boy Toy, and then just straight up wasn't lmaooo

. Brian finally got the slow, sexy Hideous Creatures (Take that, Nick Lang!)

. Okay I'm trying to remember the order of the underrated songs they did

. Hideous Creatures (Lauren)

. Pays To Be an Animal (Corey) (He didn't sit in the spotlight and someone yelled “TO THE LEFT, COREY”)

. Get In My Mouth (Jeff) (He fully sprawled out on the stage it was hilarious)

. Land of the Dicks (Jaime)

. Hermione Can't Draw (Meredith) (She sung it so well I briefly didn't recognise the song)

. THEY MANAGED TO WORK IN LUPIN / BRIAN CAN'T SING YESSSS

. I genuinely cannot remember what Brian sung

. Gotta Find His Dick (Joey, and eventually everyone)

. The entire “Oh you wanna know where I got my shirt?” bit

. Brian, Jaime and Joey got it from Primark, Meredith got it from “Primed-mrak”, Lauren’s was a family heirloom, Corey got it from Gucci and Jeff got it from America, from Pri-mart (He made the guy on the drums do a baddum tsh)

. COREY SINGING SHOW STOPPIN' NUMBER. OH MY GOD. (The entire crowd joined in, also, Jeff and Jaime as Steve and Stu)

. Everyone cheering so loud when Joey and Lauren came on stage, and them claiming we had no idea what they were going to sing, and it was actually a completely new song (it was Granger Danger obviously)

. And them continuing to claim it was new throughout the song

. As I expected, I almost cried during Not Alone. Also apparently Darren thought it was going to be a big hit??? And just begrudgingly let them use it for A Very Potter Musical

. Super Friends!

. So sad Jeff’s mic was so quiet for “I WANNA BE A MODERN DANCER”

. THEY SUNG WANNABE BY THE SPICE GIRLS

. The fakeout of everyone leaving stage, then the band coming back on and playing the start of Goin' Back To Hogwarts

. “Darren's not here”

“I'LL DO IT”

. THE AUDIENCE DID THE FIRST PART OF GOIN' BACK TO HOGWARTS ALL BY OURSELVES

. JEFF DID DYLAN'S PART (but he didn't do “All of you to [city name] :( )

. Jeff pointed at various parts of the audience for “Welcome hotties, nerds and tools!” and then whispered “I'm so sorry” immediately after

. Singing (/ shouting) Goin' Back To Hogwarts along with hundreds of other Starkid fans was so exhilarating, I loved it and I almost cried (also I'm gonna be so hoarse tomorrow)

[lukehughes43]

no time for goodbyes - luke hughes

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a/n: so this is technically the first installment of the coug!read x luke seeing as I still haven't finished the other fic, or even started the fic that is the beginning of coug!luke. but I was in my feels last night, so please enjoy this heart wrenching fic🫶🏼

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the night had started to wind down for everyone in the sophomore house the minute you had gotten back from student teaching. the boys being exhausted from a monday afternoon practice, and you being exhausted from chasing around six-year-olds for eight hours straight. when your five sophomore hockey players walked through the front door a little after four o’clock they found you passed out on the couch, still dressed in your blue and white checkered and a plain white tee. luke was in charge of carrying you up the stairs to your room so mark and eddy’s disaster of cooking dinner wouldn’t wake you from a much-needed rest.

you woke up an hour or so later by lightly shaking you awake. mumbling a soft, “marky and eddy made dinner for us, coug.” to which immediately woke you up based on the fact the last time mark and eddy tried making dinner you almost no longer had a house due a kitchen fire. you stumbled around the practically empty bedroom, minus the boxes stacked up in the corners, before groggily booking it down the stairs to make sure everyone was still alive.

when you ran into the kitchen and dining room area the other four were seated around the dining table in their unofficial seats, smiles on their faces waiting for you to finally join them in order to have one of the last meals together as a found family. after practice tomorrow they were departing to the airport right from yost in order to get on the plane to tampa. meaning that this was it. this was the last meal with all five of them together as once michigan was done so was luke. he was to board a plane straight from tampa to newark and the last two years at michigan would officially be in the books for the youngest hughes brother. leaving you in a house full of four other hockey boys until it was your turn to join luke in jersey after april 28th: graduation day.

“you guys made family dinner,” you smiled as the bittersweet words left your mouth. not yet wanting to believe that this was the end of the cherry on top of your time at michigan. “and you didn’t even burn the house down. i’m so proud of you.”

there was a chorus of laughter that filled your ears before luke pulled your seat out for you. once he pushed you in all the way he took his seat to the left of you, sitting so he was for the last time eating a meal between two of his favorite people - you and dylan. the conversation between bites of the steak, mashed potatoes, and caesar salad was almost nonexistent. everyone in an unspoken agreement to just sit there and soak it all in. of course small talk was eventually made as mackie made you a glass of wine, claiming that it was well deserved even though it was only monday. he knew how hard you were taking everything, you may not have told him directly, but he knew. all of the boys knew. while this was luke’s last week of college hockey, it was also the last week everything would be semi-normal regarding your relationship. the nhl and the demanding schedule an obvious looming fear to both of you.

the conversation died out after hearing how practice went and the six year olds who had crushes on you found out you would be leaving them soon. and soon one by one all of you dismissed yourself from the table. mark being first, trying to get out of dish duty. eddy followed second, taking everyone’s dishes as he went. dylan sprinted away afterwards as if filming a monday questions video. leaving mackie, youself, and luke. you were the next to fall, not wanting to be, but ultimately knowing you had too much to do in order to prepare for missing all of your classes thursday and friday in order to be in tampa. your left hand squeezed luke’s right, as your right hand ran over the discolored wooden table. “‘ve gotta head up, lukey,” you whispered over to him. a sad smile taking over your face while you stared at him as you tried to read the expression on his face. praying his blue eyes would give you a little insight into what he was thinking. he hummed before turning to look at you. “get out of my work clothes, shower,” you then explained. “go through your bags to make sure you have everything.”

the last part earned a laugh from mackie seeing as he had done the same for both mark and eddy. duker being too stubborn not allowing anyone to double check for him. “goodnight y/n/n, see you tomorrow?” mackie asked with a hopeful smile.

shaking your head you frowned, “i’ve got school.” instantly the rain cloud that had a hold over the room became even heavier at your words. “i won’t see you guys until thursday. i’m in the middle of teaching during the send-off, and since i’m already missing thursday and friday…” you trailed off at the end, not having the heart to speak anymore. too afraid that you would break down in the middle of the dining room if you did.

“i get it,” mackie answered with a sweet smile. “we’ll see you thursday, mom.”

nodding your head you turned your attention back to your boyfriend. “i’ll be up soon, cougy,” he mumbled, eyes meeting your for a split second before he looked back at the table. the use of ‘cougy’ instead of ‘coug’ was what tipped you off to what was going on inside of his head. he was reaching his emotional breaking point.

“okay, lu.” he leaned down and pressed a kiss against the top of his curls before turning to look back at mackie, “night macks. take care of everyone for me until thursday, yeah?” he gave you a final salute and that’s when you started your terk upstairs to the empty bedroom once more. it made your heart heavy to walk into a room that was normally so full of life, reflecting yours and luke’s personalities, packed away into boxes like it had been since the end of the big ten tournament. between preparing for regionals, classes, and student teaching luke and you were busy packing up your lives at the mere fact that his season could’ve ended two weeks ago meaning you had to be prepared in case that was to happen.

you let out a deep sigh and walked into the empty room, slowly closing the door behind you so nobody could hear as your walls came crashing down faster than you could piece them together. the shower was where you choose to break down for the night. already knowing that luke would leave you to yourself once he came into the room since he had showered at yost after practice, and knew you needed this time to decompress. so that’s exactly what you did. you sat under the scolding hot water letting the tears stream down your face as you silently sobbed over your college life that was coming to an end. over this being luke’s last week as a michigan wolverine. at how after his nhl debut you wouldn’t see him again until graduation, something you needed to bring up to him and talk about as the devils would be in the playoffs and there was no way you’d let him miss anything hockey related just to watch you walk across a stage.

when you finally got out of your depression shower, luke was already camped out in your bed. the comforter was pooled around his waist, his bare chest on full display for you. just waiting for you to climb in next to him. “how was your shower, coug?” his voice was tight as he asked the question, and you wondered if this was when it finally happened. if this was the moment luke finally allowed himself to come to terms with the whirlwind of emotions he was currently experiencing.

“it was nice,” you answered honestly. “helped me clear my mind.” right away you knew luke would understand what you were getting about. slightly hoping that he would take it as a subtle hint that he too could confess everything he was going through to you. instead, all you got back from him was a small hum of acknowledgment, eyes downcast on his phone screen. after changing into your pajamas which consisted of luke’s boxers and a worn-out ntdp t-shirt, you crawled into bed next to him. arms immediately wrapping around his torso, head falling against his chest. “i never got around to looking through your bag to make sure you have everything,” you said to break the silence of the room. “i’m not that worried though,” you added on, “i mean everything you needed was the only things you could pack. you just have to remember your chargers in the morning before you go to practice. i can text you in the morning to remind you if you want.”

when luke didn’t answer you thought maybe he had fallen asleep. it wouldn’t have been the first time the worn out hockey player fell asleep while in the middle of a conversation with you. only that wasn’t the case this time. you could feel from underneath its resting place as his heart rate began to increase. his breathing beginning to follow in it’s footsteps. “hey lukey, baby, we gotta sit up. can you sit up for me?” you asked, already knowing what was about to happen. luke was on the verge of a panic attack, everything hitting him all at once. the packed boxes. the final practice at yost is tomorrow. an elc in his future.

“‘m okay,” he choked out between ragged breaths. “just, just stay here. just lay here.” you knew he was referring to you staying situated on his chest, feeling the safest when he had you cuddled up on top of him.

shaking your head you propped yourself up instantly. throwing your legs on either side of his waist in order to straddle his lap. “no, no luke i need you to sit up for me. okay? can you do that for me, baby?” you asked while staring down at him. his eyes were screwed shut, knowing that if he had them open you would be able to see how red and puffy they were. his final moments of sitting at the kitchen table after family dinner ended causing everything to hit him like a freight truck. “luke, i’ve got you,” you whispered, hands cupping his cheeks, “but i need, you have to sit up for me. please.” you were disparately pulling him into a sitting position, letting his head fall against your chest. his arms wrapping around your waist in a bone-crushing hug. “i’ve got you. i have you, lukey. it’s okay. i’m right here. you’re safe. just, just get it out. deep breathes.” your words were muttered into the top of his curls, as you soothingly ran a hand up and down his back. the other laced in the curls at the nape of his neck. “i love you. i’m here. you’re okay. i’ve got you, lukey.”

“i- i, i start playing in the nhl as soon as saturday,” he finally spoke. voice cracking as he did so, his breathing slowly coming back to a normal rhythm. “tomorrow… tomorrow’s my last ever practice at yost. tonight was the last family dinner.” you could feel your own heart breaking all over again at his words. shattering even more so as you knew there was nothing you could say or do to make things better. “our fucking bedroom has been packed up to leave for two weeks!” his hold on you got tighter with each realization. your presence being enough to ground him in this instance for him to get all of his emotions out before it was too late. “cougy, this is it. it’s my final week of college hockey.” it took all the strength in his body to force his head up to look at you. his blue eyes as clear as glass due to the tears that were pouring down his cheeks. “my final week of seeing you every single day until i retire, which will be what? like ten-fifteen years from now?”

you squeezed your eyes shut in order to prevent the tears from slipping out. forehead dipping down to rest against his, “it’ll be okay, lukey. we’re going to make this work. you have to take the good and the bad. that’s what you’ve been telling me since january right?” just barely his forehead moved against yours in a nodding motion. “plus it’s me and you, honey. me and you no matter what.”

“you and me,” he whispered against your lips. you could taste the salt from his tears that were staining his cracked lips with every word he spoke. “but coug, i just. this is it. it’s over. and, and i don’t even get to say goodbye to you tomorrow. you’ll be gone before i wake up, and i won’t see you until thursday. and - and if we lose it’ll be for nothing.”

“it won’t be for nothing, luke warren,” you corrected with a pointed look. “everything you’ve done, everything i’ve chosen to do in order to watch you play this year has not been for nothing, luke. i do it because i love you. because there is nobody out there more proud of you than me,” you confessed with a small smile, “just don’t tell your parents i said that.” your little jab jim and ellen caused a small smile to grace luke’s face as well. “if you lose on thursday, which you’re not going too, then we get on a plane and we go to jersey. you get on the team plane and go to boston, and i’ll fly out with your parents. we’ll be there for you first ever fucking nhl game, and i’ll be there standing and waiting for you. tears streaming down my face just like after you scored your hat trick. you know why?”

he shook his head, “no. why?”

“becuase i love you,” you answered. “because the last three years of my life have been the best years of my life because i’ve spent them loving you. officially i mean. but what you’re feeling right now luke? it’s normal. it’s healthy. it means that we have met some incredible people who we are so lucky to have in our lives. people that are always going to be there for us, no matter what happens in the future.”

he let out a shaky breathe while he let his eyes meet yours once more. “you graduate college in twenty-five days. and then you’re mine. in jersey, and everything will be okay again. i’ll be there to watch you walk across the stage, and then we’re together, never apart again.”

your heart was in your throat at his words, knowing that there was no better time to bring this up than right now. “about graduation, lu, you’re going to be in the playoffs. as much as i want you there, you can’t be if you have something hockey related. especially if you have a game scheduled for it.” the way his arms loosened around your waist is how you knew you struck a nerve within the nineteen-year-old. “i just! having our parents there will be enough for me. and as soon as the ceremony ends we can have a devils watch party at your house! cheering on my favorite boy, and my best friend.”

luke’s face hardened with every passing second. not at all thrilled by what you had said. “i’m not missing your college graduation, y/n,” he grumbled, clearly frustrated by the fact you had suggested such an outrageous thing. “you realize you’re the only one of us whose’s going to graduate college and have a degree, right?” by that you knew he was referring to quinn, jack, himself and you. the four of you being thick as thieves since you grew up next to each other. you and jack have been best friends since your shared birthday, as well as the fact your mothers were best friends. “how could i miss that? miss the love of my life getting her degree that she’s worked her ass off for the past four years to get it? no, absolutely not. i’m coming to graduation on the twenty-eighth. game or no game. end of discussion.”

it was no secret to either of you that you had more to say on the topic, but you knew when luke was set on something he was going to do it so you dropped it. “okay, you’re coming to graduation. but as soon as it’s over we’re getting on the first flight newark, got it?”

“got it, coug,” he agreed with a smile growing on his face. his head dropped back to rest against your chest once more. his tears pooling into the already wet fabric. “do you think i - i mean, do you think we can do it this week. win the natty? push my rookie game back until the eleventh?”

“of course i think you can do it, moosey,” you answered with nothing but certainty. “there’s nothing you guys can’t do. you know that.”

he let out the breath that he was holding in. nuzzling his head further into the cotton fabric that smelled just like you. “i’m sorry i acted like the world was falling apart tonight. it’s just, i never thought we’d actually get to this point,” luke confided in you. “it always seemed so far away, like we’d never actually make it to this day. but now it’s here, and i feel like there’s still so much i haven’t done with the guys. so much i haven’t done with you, coug.”

you dropped your head to rest against his fluffy curls, taking a deep breath in to smell his shampoo and conditioner. “don’t apologize my sweet boy,” you cooed, kissing the top of his head. “i mean i just broke down in the shower before you got in here. it’s okay, i promise you. it’s a little scary, yes, but you have nothing to regret, lukey. you have left such an incredible impact on everyone here and mich, and you’re going to be so fucking missed. fuck, i’m going to miss you those two weeks before i get to see you at graduation.”

“don’t remind me about that,” he groaned, head diving forward so you were now laying on your back and he was on top of you. a squeal left your mouth from the action, cradling his head closer to your chest. “those two weeks are literally going to be hell, cougy. we’ve never been apart for that long before.” humming you ran your hands through his hair. trying to find the right words in order to try and calm his nerves about it. “are you going to be able to survive without me for that long, y/n/n?”

“god no, lukey. how am i supposed to fall asleep in an empty room with you not here to hold me?”

you could feel the frown form on his face through the t-shirt. “i’ll call you every single night. make sure that you get to sleep. no matter how much jack chirps me, i don’t care. and if, you know, the depression gets a little too much in those two weeks, just go climb into bed with duker. or make a bed in mackie’s room.”

a cold shiver ran through your body at the thought of you sleeping in the same bed as dylan. of course, it’s something you’d done before with him being your college best friend. sometimes it was because he needed to comfort of someone other than his boys, someone who would actually listen to what he was feeling and try and help him through it. other times it would be because luke was busy and you were on the verge of crumbling apart. it was in those times dylan would make it a mandate you slept in his room where he could keep an eye on you before luke got home. in fact, you’ve slept in every room of the sophomore house. taking turns making sure your college children weren’t sad or just being there in case they needed the gentle loving that only you could offer them. “ew absolutely not!” you laughed. luke’s head tilting up to look at you with a smile. “i don’t want to step foot in that room. we don’t know what goes on in there anymore. it’s definitely highly unsanitary.”

a chuckle fell past luke’s lips before he rested his head in the crook of your neck. his breath fanning against your skin, lips just barely grazing the skin there. “you could always have him sleep in here.”

you shrugged your shoulders. “i was thinking about just going home,” you mumbled, almost as if you were scared to admit that you wanted to spend the last two weeks of your college career in either yours or luke’s childhood bedroom. “i love the boys, and i love being here. but i just, i feel like it might be better for me to stay at home. i mean i’ll have your parents, my parents. being here just won’t be the same without you, lukey.”

the sudden confession you had just made was pulling on luke’s heartstrings. “would you drive to school and teaching?” you nodded your head ever so slightly, eyes growing heavy with each passing second. the physical and emotional exhaustion finally hitting you once more. “you could always take my car too if you wanted. just so you’re not constantly using your own.”

yawning you smiled, “i was already planning on it, lukey.” your eyes were closed when luke looked back up at you, and he could feel as your breathing began to even out from underneath him. “i love you, luke.”

multiple kisses were pressed against the skin of your neck and jaw, pulling a smile on the corners of your lips. “i love you too, y/n/n. get some sleep, okay, cougy? i’ll be here when you wake up tomorrow.” and with that you drifted off to sleep for the final time in a full sophomore house.

when you woke up in the morning to the sound of your alarm part of you was confused as to how your phone got in the room seeing you don’t remember ever grabbing it off the coffee table after your post-school nap. only to remember that luke thought of everything when it came to you and without a doubt brought it up when he came up from dinner. reluctantly you carefully slid yourself out from under the dead weight that was luke’s sleeping body in order to get ready. grabbing a throw blanket you carefully tucked him in, allowing him the chance to sleep in until his own alarm went off to start his day.

getting ready you were stuck in a whirlwind of emotions as you remembered you wouldn’t see any of the boys until thursday morning, having chosen to surprise them by flying out wednesday night rather than thursday morning like you originally told them all. once dressed and ready to make your way to the elementary school you were student teaching at you sat down at your desk, slipping on your cartier ring luke had gifted you along with the necklace that adorned his favorite nickname. your attention then turned to the post-it note stack, maize yellow of course. grabbing the navy blue pen you had resting beside it you scribbled out two final notes for your boyfriend and the boys you considered your children.

lukey, i love you so incredibly much i’ll see you on thursday. you’re going to do amazing this week, take it all in. text me when your boarding and when you land. i’ll meet you in tampa, moosey. me and you, sweet boy. - coug<3

after writing both notes you stuck luke’s against his phone he had plugged in on his bed side table. running back to press a kiss against his cheek. a smile pulling on his feature even though he was sleeping. “i love you, lukey,” you then whispered into his ear. kissing the top of his head one last time before you carefully slipped out of your bedroom. the next and final stop in the early morning hours of the house was the front door. you were frozen as you stood there waiting to walk out, knowing if you didn’t leave now you would be late to school after running to starbucks. so you forced yourself to put the final note up on the door.

to my hughes wedding bridal party, make sure you have absolutely everything- CHARGERS!!! now that thats out of the way, know that win or lose i’m always going to be proud of you guys. thank you for the past year, there’s nobody else i would want to life willingly with. i’ll see you in tampa! love you guys. - coug… aka mom<3

you stared at the note for a minute longer than what was necessary, tearing beginning to well in your eyes before you forced yourself to open the front door. taking a deep breath you pulled it closed behind you, as well as closing the door on the last four years of life.

[moody-alcoholic]

Special Delivery Service

Chapter 11 - The Funeral

AN: I have whatever the opposite of writers block is. I can't stop writing. I'm going to ride this wave as long as it lasts...

Summary: Simon x Reader, 3.4k words. You're trying to move on after your brothers death, that includes trying to overcome some fears, and learning to cope with new ones. CW: +18 MDNI explicit content. smoking, alcohol, mentions of fictional terrorist attack, funeral, mourning, hurt/comfort, smut, oral (F receiving), panic attack during sex, stopping sex, mentions of abusive ex, mental health, trauma.

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It’s not really a funeral, there’s no body, no coffin to bury at the end. It had been a week since your brother had passed. Your mum was a broken mess. She won’t leave the house, sleeps in your brothers bed, barely speaks. At one point it was like she was wasting away.

You’ve had more time on your hands recently with Simon going back to active duty. He’s been spending so much time away from home you’re lucky if you see him more then a few days a week. He’s here now though, arm round your waist as you suck on your cigarette under the tree. 

The Met needed Dylan’s body. Needed it for evidence, as soon as the machine was turned off and the life left his body it felt like there were already police there to take it away. Your mother screamed at them, bone chilling howling as they took him. Then she stopped talking.

You thought planning a memorial service would give her some closure. It distracted her at least for a few hours when you would visit, you would make sure she ate, fed her cats and help her decide which flower arrangements she wanted. It kept her busy, kept you busy.

It was a small gathering, at the church your mother goes to. This place has been a God send, literally. They’ve been looking after her, rotating round to see her, make sure she’s safe. The vicar is amazing, Sharron, she’s been getting your mother out the house at least a few times a week, definitely on Sundays for church.

There are about 20 people in total all turning up and making their way into the church. Your mother was already inside being comforted by friends. You rub the stub of the cigarette out on the tree, looking up at Simon. He looks sad, tired, you almost want to tell him to just go home and rest but selfishly you need him to be here. 

You take his hand slipping your fingers between his and walk into the church. You walk all the way down the centre aisle to take a seat next to your mother. You rest your hand on her thigh keeping your other hand in Simon’s grip.

You watch as Sharron reads from the bible, tells stories you and your mother had told her about Dylan. You look round, there are more then 20 people here, some are young sitting sheepishly in the back with stoic faces. They must have been his uni friends. The ones who weren't with him on the train, weren't killed along side him.

You wonder if they feel guilty, you feel guilty. You never confirmed with Simon, or John if the people in France where the same people responsible for the attack. If they were maybe you could have stopped them, maybe if you hadn't hidden in the bathroom, maybe your brother would still be alive.

You squeeze Simon’s hand and he squeezes back. Simon said he was going to get them. He said he would get you closure. You wish you could get your mother closure. You don’t even know what that means anymore. You lean your head on your mother’s shoulder as a slideshow starts playing with pictures of Dylan, some of them have you in, some your mum and dad. Sharron is still talking, it’s happy stories. Happy stories for a sad occasion, that’s how you want to remember him though. Your happy younger brother. 

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2 Weeks later. 

Simon is away again. He sprinted out the flat in the middle of the night and you haven’t heard from him in 3 days. That’s the worst part. He won’t talk about work much but you just let yourself be there for him when he needs it.

When he comes home tired you make sure he has food to eat and someone to cuddle up to. You hadn’t been at work since they went back to active duty there hasn’t been time. John told you he would keep you on payroll, it should only take a month or so.

You said you could get another job but he wouldn't hear of it insisting it wasn’t a problem and that you should take the time off to grieve. You spent most of your days waiting for Simon, watching TV and visiting your mum. She had a good support system from people, her church getting involved with looking after her. 

There’s a knock at your door. You get up looking through the peep hole. It’s Johnny you open the door letting him in. You were hoping it was Simon even though you know he has a key, its the longest he's been away. 

“Hey lass, Simon’s stuck doing paperwork, he told me to bring you food, and let you know he’s okay.” He says holing up a bag filled with what smells Chinese food.

“Sorry the place is a mess.” You say. 

“Ah, looks like my place after a deployment.” Johnny says. 

“I’ve been missing work.” You say going into the kitchen as Johnny takes his boots off. “What do you want to drink?” 

“Got any beer? I could use it.” You open the fridge looking at the beer you have for Simon, even though he never drinks it. You grab one and a glass of wine bringing it over to the coffee table as Johnny sits on the floor, back up against the sofa opening the styrofoam food containers. You hand him a beer can and he cracks it open watching the news on the TV. It’s been 3 weeks since the attack but it’s still all over the news.

“Guess you haven’t caught the bad guys yet?” You say sitting on the sofa and shoving a prawn cracker in your mouth. 

“Not yet lass, that’s why I’m here and Si’s stuck doing paperwork, instead of making up for lost time.” He looks back at you winking. You had still not had sex with Simon. It’s been almost 3 months, you feel guilty. Maybe this was good maybe this was healing, distance makes the heart grow fonder. 

“Think he’ll be back tonight?” You ask picking up a portion of noodles. 

“Could be, ‘pends on how long Price keeps him for. Mind if I change the channel?” He asks reaching for the remote. You nod at him, he flicks through until he finds something that isn't the news. Johnny sits their eating his curry as he answers the questions on the panel show. 

“Where were you?” You ask him, now seems like a good enough time then ever to snoop about their work. 

“Here and there.” Johnny says popping a chicken ball in his mouth. 

“Are you getting closer to finding them?” You ask. 

“Maybe, I reckon another few weeks and we’ll be hot on their trail.” Johnny says. You look over at the game show playing on the TV, it was nice having someone here even if it wasn’t Simon. It’s been lonely while he’s been away. 

“How is Simon?” 

“He’s fine, he’s always fine, sick and tired of being in meetings I bet.” Johnny chuckles dipping his chicken balls in the sweet and sour sauce. 

“I always imagined you’re out there shooting at some terrorists in Iran or something.” You say, Johnny looks back at you tipping his head to the side. 

“You’ve been watching too many films.” Johnny says turning back to the TV. He’s not wrong it’s not like you’ve had much else to do. No work, no Simon, nothing to do but sit around waiting for him to come home. You worry about him, worry he’ll get hurt, the thought of him dying makes you feel ill. You finish your glass of wine to squash the feeling. Simon is safe.

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The flat door opening wakes you, you don’t remember falling asleep. You look over seeing Simon walk in. Johnny gets up off the floor and you look at the containers of food. Your belly is full Simon is back safe and the half bottle of wine you’ve had is relaxing you. Johnny pats Simon on the shoulder he looks over winking at you as he pulls his shoes on. 

“We’ve got food.” You say pointing at the table.

“I think LT wants to skip straight to the desert love.” Johnny says throwing his jacket on. 

“Go home MacTavish.” Simon says tutting and rolling his eyes. He comes over to you you tip your head back letting him kiss you on the forehead. 

“I’ve missed you.” You say breathing him in, letting the smell of cigarettes and gunpowder fill your nose. His arms travel down your body as hugs you from behind his strong arms wrapping round you. It feels good, feeling him touching you again, his strong heavy presence. 

“I’m sorry, hopefully this is the last time I’ll be away for this long.” He says moving into the kitchen. You get up walking into the kitchen wrapping your arms round his waist as he gets a glass of water. You press your head up against his back, you hum enjoying feeling him again. 

“You okay?” Simon says turning round and wrapping his arms round you. You smile looking up at him. He smiles back bringing his lips down to kiss you. You let him moving your arms round his neck. You relax into him pushing your fingers through his hair, it feels good his hair is thick it’s getting longer. You can feel him smile as he play with your tongue. You break away looking in his eyes, this feels good. You want to do this, you want to try. 

“Can we go to the bedroom. I want to try.” You say, stroking his cheek. He looks round your face for a second leaning down to give you a quick kiss on the lips before nodding.

You lead him into the bedroom. Don’t over think it, don’t over think it. You pull him over to the bed trying not to shake, gulping down the dread letting it sit low in your stomach. His fingers drop to your waist, his thumb digs below your waist band.

You let him as you move back up to kiss him. It’s long and slow, it feels good, you hold onto the good feeling as one of his hands goes up your top. You’re used to this feeling, he's touched your breasts before, it’s a familiar feeling, his hand is warm. His thumb brushes over your nipple. You pull away from the kiss. 

“You okay?” he asks. 

“I’m okay.” You say, you believe it for a second, you believe it. You hold onto that feeling. His smile makes you happy as he kisses your forehead. 

“We don’t have to do this if you’re not ready.” He says pulling his hand out from down under your shirt. 

“I’m ready.” You breathe, nodding. Don’t overthink it. You let him drop your sweat pants. It’s the first time you’ve been this exposed in front of him. The sudden cold on your thighs makes you shiver. His hands stay on your waist as you step out your pants.

His hands are slow, soft, resting on you as he guides you to the bed. You sit down when you hit it, he looks down at you pulling his shirt over his head. Your hand reaches up to his stomach running your fingers over his rugged skin.

Your hand reaches up and lands between his pecs you feel his heart thumping. You look up at him. He wants this, you have to be brave for him. You let him take your shirt off raising your arms as he pulls it off slowly. You sit there as he looks down at you smiling. You’re topless in front of him watching the smile fill his face as his eyes soak you in. 

“Lay down, I’ll go slow.” He says his fingers brushing your arms. You nod pulling your body into bed, he walks round to the other side, the side he usually sleeps on. He slips in next to you while you’re still looking at the ceiling. You feel his hands down your stomach to the hem of your underwear.

You hold your breath as his hand slips under them, he does go slow his hand is warm as his finger presses just past your folds. He stops as he brushes your clit. You let out a breath, he doesn’t move his hand any further. 

“What do you want?” he asks, you look up at him. 

“I don’t know, I want you to touch me. It feels good.” You say. He smiles as he starts rubbing little circles, it does feel good. Don’t overthink it. His fingers are warm, large, rough but gentle. 

“I’m sorry I’m not…wet.” You say feeling heat rush to your cheeks. 

“I don’t care, you feel good. Relax.” He says kissing your cheek. You tip your head back feeling him slip another finger through your folds. Your heart is pounding in your chest but he keeps his fingers moving. Before you can stop you spread your legs, parting your knees. It feels good, his fingers sure and firm as he presses down.

Your breath hitches in your throat it’s the first time in years you’ve been touched with such affection. By someone who loves you and cares about your feelings more then his own. Now is the time to be selfish, Don’t overthink it. 

“I want you,” you say, he looks over at you not moving his hand from your pants. 

“I’m right here,” he bends down and kisses you. His lips are soft, gentle just like his fingers. This is safe, you’re safe, don’t overthink it. His hand makes it down to your entrance. He just rubs over it, coating the tips of fingers in what little slick is there. 

“It feels good,” you say hoping it will make him relax you can feel his shoulders tense against you. 

“Yeah? You just want my fingers or I can make you feel even better with my tongue.” You look up at him, you can see the glint in his eyes. 

“Is your tongue is as soft as your fingers?” You say, a horrible attempt at dirty talk. 

“Softer.” He smiles. He pulls his hand out your pants shifting his body down so his head is parallel with your waist. You let him crawl over you hooking the sides of your underwear pulling them down. You let him moving your legs together so he can slip them off easily. He crawls back up between your legs as you spread them for him. He kisses your thighs, making gentle moaning noises as he works his way up, the throbbing between your legs is unavoidable.

You can feel his hot breath on your skin, each brush of his lips sends vibrations up your legs. The feeling makes you throw your head back into the pillows. You try to relax letting his tongue press over your entrance, it’s warm and just like he said soft. He moans into you, it feels like he’s drinking you up. 

“You’re doing great.” He says his mouth leaving you taking the opportunity to move up to your clit. His lips lock around it, wetting it with his tongue, it feels amazing, it’s like fireworks shooting up your body. 

“Simon..” You moan. His lips press around your clit so he can suck your sensitive bud in his mouth. His hands grip your waist holding you in place as he licks around you. 

“You feel good.” You breathe enjoying his face between your legs, his tongue is warm, slow, soft, just like he said. Your heart is racing, your breathing picking up. You trust Simon, this is safe, this is good. Don’t overthink it. You melt into the overwhelming feeling of pleasure, its a feeling you haven’t felt in years.

You almost don’t believe it’s real your breathing stops but Simon’s mouth doesn't, each press of his hot tongue against your clit makes you moan. Maybe you could cum but you don’t want something doesn’t feel right. 

“Simon-” Your voice catches in your throat. This feels wrong, you don’t know why. It’s not Simon between your legs anymore it’s your ex. His moaning, his grip. It’s not Simon anymore it’s suffocating. 

“Stop!” The word leaves your lips, you don’t even register it, it’s like you’re floating above your body. There’s nothing, just the pit in your stomach and the pain in your chest as your lungs burn. 

“Breathe, Baby breathe!” It’s Simon’s voice, his face is next to yours, hands on your face. You can’t see him the room is dark. There is a throbbing between your legs. Did he stop? You breathe out. You can feel a cold breeze between over your thighs, over your soaking clit, it makes you shiver. 

“You’re okay, baby, breathe for me.” Your body snaps up in the bed, Simon holds you up as your hyperventilate in his arms. You gasp into his chest, eyes wide, what happened? He holds you tight his arms wrapped around you, you hear his heart beating in his chest.   

“You’re okay, you’re okay, deep breaths, in and out...” It’s Simon’s voice, it’s Simon next you. Tears run down your face as you suck in breaths of air following Simon’s instructions. It’s Simon you’re okay. You’re okay. You’re okay…

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You don’t remember falling asleep, your eyes flutter open. Simon is laid next to you his arm spread across your stomach. He’s sleeping peacefully. Guilt washes over you, you remember last night.

You made him stop, he tried and you made him stop. He’s snoring as you pull yourself from under his embrace. You tip-toe out the bed making sure you don’t wake him. You stand in the doorway as you watch him sleep.

You’re surprised he hasn’t woken up, then you remember how late he came home last night. You head into the kitchen filling the kettle. You open the fridge seeing the Chinese take away packed up in the fridge. He did that Simon did that, Simon took care of you. 

There are no bruises on you. There is nothing. You said stop and he stopped. You go back to the bedroom leaning in the doorway. You look at Simon sleeping, his arm stretched over the empty spot in the bed. It makes you smile. The kettle clicks and you watch as he stirs in the bed. He reaches out trying to feel for you, his eyes moving across the room as he lands on you. 

“Hey,” he says throwing the covers back and swinging his body out the bed walking round to you. 

“Hey, morning, I didn’t mean to wake you.” You say his hands wrapping round your waist. His lips press on your forehead.

“I’m sorry.” You say, he holds your shoulders watching your expression. 

“You have nothing to be sorry about.” His hands cup your face. 

“I’m so proud of you.” He says looking in your eyes. 

“You go away for so long, I don’t know if you’ll ever come back.” You say. He sighs pulling you into his arms. 

“I know, I’m sorry, It’ll be over soon I promise.” You wrap your arms round him. You want to believe him. He holds you like that and you close your arms enjoying the feeling of his body being pressed up against yours. His phone ringing breaks him away. You sigh as he walks over to the bedside table to pick it up. You leave him going out into the kitchen to make the cups of tea.

You know what his phone ringing means though he has to leave again, and you won’t know where or how long for. He’s barely been back in your flat for 12 hours and he’ll be going home to get ready to leave again. You hear him walk over to you he wraps his arms round your stomach kissing your neck. 

“When do you have to leave?” You ask stirring the tea. 

“We have to leave whenever you’re ready.” He says. You turn in his arms frowning at him. 

“We’re going to Manchester, I have a flat there you can stay at, I’ll be home every night.” He smiles kissing you on the nose. You smile back, that does sound nice, he’ll be working but you’ll get to see him.

“Why Manchester?” You ask, you don’t think he will tell you. Expecting him to go on a rant about confidentiality again. 

“That’s where their next target is.” He says as a matter of fact. The feeling of dread comes back the thought of him getting hurt rushes into your mind. He smiles rubbing your cheek. You turn picking up his cup of tea handing it to him.

Maybe you don’t want to go to Manchester, maybe you want to stay away, as far away as possible. The last thing you want to think about is Simon laying in a hospital bed like your brother was. You take your mug going to sit next to him at the table. You lean up against him and he puts his arm round you. 

“What to try again tonight?” You ask trying to lighten the mood. He kisses the top of your head. 

“Whatever you want, whatever you need.” It makes you smile as you slip your hand in his.  

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[h0ck3yl0v3r]

a pearl

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lh43 x bestfriend!reader

have not been feeling too good so here is this

warnings: angst. swearing, toxic luke? (a/n: please note this is not real, luke seems so sweet, just wanted to write some angst.) arguments, lmk if there’s anything else

winter time, a time of gathering, gift giving, and love. see you had decided to befriend hockey star luke hughes freshman year, it is now sophomore year and everything was great, but thats when things started to fall apart. skip months later when everything seemed to be getting better, it wasn’t.

the most inseparable duo. some people even thought you guys were dating, but you weren’t. every time he invited you out to a party halfway through the night he’d forget about you for some random girl.

the thing is though, you had feelings for luke. classic falling for your best friend. no matter what luke always made you feel so special. whenever people mistake you for a couple you want nothing more than for it to be real.

luke was bound to leave for the nhl soon. with the playoffs coming up, you didn’t know what could happen, at what moment luke may just have to up and leave.

he had already packed majority of his stuff sending it off to jack.

today was another day of that, and you decided to help him. “thanks for helping out, you’re the only organized person if i had asked anyone else my stuff would probably not make it to jersey.” luke said giving you a side hug, which you gave him a smile in response before placing everything left of his in boxes.

small conversations were created here and there but now it was time for the moment of truth.

speak now or never right?

“hey luke can i talk to you about something?” you asked while he nodded and sat on Dylan’s bed, his already being gone.

“i don’t know when you’re gonna be leaving, and i don’t want it to be before i tell you what i’ve been wanting to say.” you started and he looked at you confused. “Luke i like you, like more than a friend. I have for a while now and i needed to tell you because it was eating me alive.” you said letting out the breath you didn’t realize you held in before he got up. “i’m sorry but i don’t feel the same, and i’m kind of already talking to someone else, you’re just my best friend thats all sorry.” he said shrugging and you couldn’t help but let out a sob you tried to muffle with your hands grabbing your things walking down the stairs.

“wait y/n come back, i didn’t mean it like that.” he said trying to get you to stop walking. “no luke. you don’t get to try and get me to stay after being a complete asshole. do you know how many times you have forgotten about me at parties or anywhere else and i still saw the best of you. how i feel so fucking unlovable, you would treat me so well, i looked at you like you hung the stars and i thought we had something special but no. you’re just like any other guy. toy around with girls feelings and leave them in the dust once you find someone else. i hope jersey treats you well, and find a new best friend luke because i am done.” you said before walking out, walking away from something you held onto for far too long.

[serickswrites]

Lonely Place of Longing IV

Master list here (includes chapter links, bios, and summary)

Warnings: restraints, blood, injury, explosion, amputation, shrapnel, bleeding out, unconsciousness, guilt, hurt/aftermath

It was another month before Halle’s healing abilities were tested. Thomas had taken Dylan and a team of twelve on a super secret mission—not even Livia had any idea even though she was likely to be promoted to team leader of another team in a matter of months.

“I’m sure it’s not that bad. They’ve only been gone two hours. Nothing can go wrong in two hours. They’re supposed to be gone a week, it’s probably only a reconnaissance mission.”

“Then why take Dylan?” Halle clutched the book Benjamin had dropped for her to her chest—another one of Dylan’s recommendations.

Livia sighed. “Dylan has many skills at his disposal. Not all are offensive.”

“What does he—“

“It’s need to know, Halle. And I’m sorry, but it’s not something you need to know. Yet. I know you’ve been training for field work. As soon as there’s an opening on the team, I’m sure they’ll promote you. We could really use someone with more medical knowledge out on missions.”

“And a keeper for Dylan. So the rest of you can focus on whatever it is you do.”

Livia nodded. “Exactly! I’m sure there will be an opening soon.”

Halle was ready to head back to her room and curl up with the book when an alarm sounded. “What is that?”

Livia’s face paled. “No. It can’t be.”

“What?”

But before Livia could answer, Dylan appeared out of thin air, dragging Julian. Julian was missing his left leg from the knee down and he slumped over in Dylan’s arms. “Help,” Dylan said urgently. And before anyone could say anything, Dylan disappeared again.

“MEDIC!” Livia roared.

Livia’s words were enough to spur Halle into action. Halle pulled her belt off, quickly making a tourniquet on Julian’s stump. “Go to the med bay. Get as many healers as you can. Livia, are you hearing me?” Livia’s eyes were wide with shock, her mouth open. She made no movement or gave any inclination that she heard Halle. “Livia!” Livia nodded. “Send for as many healers that the other teams can spare. Ask for supplies. Go. Now!”

Livia hurried away just as Dylan appeared again. “What happened?”

Dylan grunted as he hauled another unconscious teammate. “Ambush. We got caught up in an explosion.”

Before Halle could ask Dylan any further questions, he disappeared. Halle was soon too busy to notice Dylan flit in and out. With each subsequent team member Dylan dropped off, Halle became busier and busier. She directed other healers to triage the team members. The one consolation Halle had as she worked to try and keep the team members alive was that at least Dylan appeared unhurt.

Halle had managed to get all the patients transported to the main med bay. She knew that Dylan would figure out where to bring the others because clearly Dylan had teleported to her specifically. All twenty team members with varying injuries were being treated in the med bay. Which just left Thomas and Dylan remaining.

“He really, really needs help,” Dylan murmured softly as he appeared just behind Halle. Thomas leaned heavily on Dylan. Blood coated Thomas’s face and Halle wasn’t sure what the extent of his injuries were.

“Thomas!” Halle hurried forward. She could see Thomas’s lips moving, but Halle couldn’t hear. “Hold on, Thomas, just a moment.”

Dylan froze as Thomas jerked suddenly, clapping the silver cuff on Dylan’s wrist, its mate appearing suddenly on Dylan’s other wrist. Dylan staggered, dropping Thomas. “HELP!” Halle roared.

What had happened? Dylan was fine a moment ago. Dylan dropped to one knee as he mumbled, “Fuck.” Dylan caught himself from falling forward with a blood coated arm.

“Where are you hurt?” Halle turned her attention to Dylan completely. Her job was to keep Dylan alive. And only Dylan. The other healers could take care of Thomas. She had one job and one job only.

“I….I would have thought this….changed things. I…I seem to n-n-never learrrrn,” Dylan said breathlessly as he struggled to remain upright.

“Dylan, where are you hurt?” Halle said as she took Dylan’s face in her hands. His face was filthy, but unbloodied. Where was all the blood coming from? Dylan’s icy blue eyes were hazy and unfocused.

“Dylan, what happened? Where are you hurt?”

“Lonely….lonely place…of..longing…..where…where I belong.” Halle’s heart quickened. Clearly he had a head injury with the nonsense he was mumbling. She had to work fast.

Halle quickly began to run her hands along Dylan’s hair. His neck. His back. Halle’s mouth went dry when Dylan flinched as Halle’s fingers were quickly soaked with blood as she touched Dylan’s upper back.

“Please….it hurts…..no more. Pl-Please…..no more.”

Halle tried to drag Dylan to an exam table, struggling with Dylan’s weight. He didn’t seem so large standing next to Thomas, but as Halle struggled to move Dylan, she realized Dylan was heavier and taller than she originally thought. Dylan was lean, but he was all muscle.

Halle cried out her frustration as healers and other team members flitted past her, not bothering to try and help. She couldn’t help Dylan like this. “You,” Halle said to the closest team member from Bravo team. The man looked confused. “Yeah, you. I need you to help me get him to the other med bay. Now.”

“Are you sure?” He looked nervous as he spoke. “You don’t think he could—“

“He is going to bleed out on this floor unless I can treat him. And I can’t treat him here if none of you will help. So move. NOW!”

The Bravo team member did as Halle ordered, moving quickly so as to minimize his contact with Dylan. Dylan moaned with pain as he was dragged down the hall. Halle tried not to think of the trail of blood he was leaving behind. “Please….no more.”

“Hold on, Dylan. Hold on. Nearly there,” Halle said as she opened Dylan’s door. She pushed through and shoved everything off the nearest exam table. “Lay him here, on his stomach,” Halle ordered as she began to put all the gauze she could carry in her arms.

Dylan moaned softly as he was dumped onto the table none to gently. Halle glared at the retreating back of the Bravo team member. She didn’t have time to chase after him. “Hold on, Dylan. Hold on.”

Halle inhaled sharply as she could see Dylan’s back. There were so many pieces of shrapnel embedded beneath Dylan’s skin, Halle had no idea how Dylan survived the blast.

“It hurtssss…..alone……p-p-painfulllll. Pl-Pl-Please, nnnnnno-o-o-o-o mmmmmore,” Dylan whimpered softly. His eyes fluttered open and closed as he spoke.

Dylan’s words were so full of sadness. “You’ll be ok, you’ll be ok. I’m going to take care of you,” Halle murmured as she watched Dylan’s eyes flutter closed once more.

“That’s probably for the best, Dylan,” Halle said as she quickly cut away what remained of his shirt. She began the slow, painful process of extracting all the shrapnel and stitching Dylan’s wounds closed. “This is going to hurt a lot.”

It was a miracle Dylan had been alive and walking with the number of large pieces of shrapnel embedded deep in his back. How had Dylan been—what Halle guessed was—teleporting with so many passengers when he should have been unconscious? How had Dylan not seemed to feel pain or suffer from his injuries until Thomas re-cuffed him? Why had Thomas re-cuffed him so quickly? He was just trying to help. He hadn’t made any effort to escape. Or to hurt anyone. If anything, he saved the team.

It was with a pang of sadness that Halle realized what Dylan had been talking about. Dylan wasn’t talking about the shrapnel, or the fact that he was bleeding to death. No, Dylan was talking about what really hurt him: that he was lonely. No one treated Dylan with care or kindness. Dylan, as far as Halle was aware, was completely socially isolated, hated even. Halle made a promise as she worked that she wouldn’t let Dylan suffer in silence any more. Dylan couldn’t help what he was.

From everything Halle understood about Dylan, Dylan had only tried to help the team. Had never tired to break free. Had never tried to hurt a team member. And yet he was kept in a cage unless he was being used as the living weapon he was.

“I’ll be your friend. It seems like you could really use a friend, Dylan,” Halle whispered to Dylan as she bandaged the last of Dylan’s wounds. Dylan still hadn’t woken, but Halle hadn’t expected him to. Halle had started IV antibiotics, fluids, painkillers, and had given Dylan a transfusion. She didn’t expect Dylan to wake for some hours yet. But as she settled into a chair next to Dylan, Halle made a promise that Dylan wouldn’t wake alone, that she would be there. That she would always be there for Dylan.

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Friendly neighborhood vigilante. Chapter 19

BatmanxDP crossover. JasonxJazz

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Bruce watched them giggle, her face red, as both probably remembered something that happened between them. He didn’t know what they were talking about — there was so much he didn’t know about them, or about Jason — but it was grounding how easy she talked about… about Red Hood, with the same love in her eyes that she reserved for Jason.

He felt so stupid for thinking that Jasmine wanted to harm his son. He would still observe, of course, just in case; but he knew acting and he knew that Jasmine was not putting up an act when she smiled back at Jason’s grin.

“How did you two meet?”

Jazz didn’t acknowledge when the others got quiet and looked at him. “I think a few weeks after I moved in. We ran into each other in the elevator.”

“Ah yes. I remember thinking you were weird.”

“Hey.”

“I mean— an outsider moving so close to Crime Alley? I was half convinced you’d be killed in a week.”

Jasmine huffed, playfully slapping her boyfriend’s arm. “I can take care of myself.”

“I know that now, but when you told me you worked at Arkham I—”

“You said, and I quote, ‘And you are still alive?’”

“You work at Arkham?” Bernard jumped where he was sitting next to Tim on the other sofa. “Wha— How?”

Jason made a gesture like “see? I’m not the only one”, the smirk not leaving his lips. Bruce couldn’t remember the last time he saw him smile so much.

“I came to Gotham because I saw they had an opening. Well, it doesn’t surprise me now that I’ve seen it with my own eyes. Everyone ends up dead or quits their job in that place.” She shook her head in, a slight frown on her face.

“Then why haven’t you? Quit, I mean.”

She thought about her answer for a moment. Bruce leaned in, interested in what she was going to say. He remembered her application explaining her interest in Gotham’s rogues and how they came to be.

“Many things? I always wanted to work in the mental health field,” she looked down, sighing, “not necessarily criminal psychology, but since this job was close to what I do back in the Infinite Realms I thought I could learn something new.”

Close to what she did? What was her role in this Team Phantom she mentioned?

“Also,” she continued, “Gotham’s rogues kind of grow on you? Some of them just need a healthier outlet, or to be dedicated an amount of time that nobody is willing to do in Arkham. Because of course they don’t,” she rolled her eyes, making a vague gesture with her hand, “since high management is more focused on embezzling donations and trying to get their foot into the Mob business.”

The others, who had heard her mention that when Bruce went to Jason’s apartment the previous day, leaned in at the new information.

“She has powerpoints.” Jason crossed his arms. “And a hit list.”

“Is not a hit list.” Jasmine quickly clarified. “I don’t have proof, yet, but I will. At this point I just want to see Dylan’s career ruined out of spite.”

“He hates you with passion.” Bruce observed, remembering the disdain and thinly veiled hatred Dylan had towards Jasmine. He had been obviously trying to convince him she was a maladapted naïve young girl that was going to get herself killed. “I think he actually wants you dead.”

Jasmine scoffed. “If he wants me dead that much he has to do it himself.”

It was like a mirage — the way she crossed her arms, the raised eyebrow, the daring smile. Was she so much like Jason or was it something she unconsciously copied from him?

Either way, it was actually very cute.

“And the rogues haven't tried to kill you?”

She turned to look at Duke, shrugging. “No yet? I know some of them dislike me, but in general they tolerate me just fine. I think they are waiting to see me snap, or at least Edward said so.”

“Riddler?”

“Yeah. He has this interesting —” she made a face, indicating that wasn’t exactly the word she was thinking “ — way of displaying affection. Last Friday, when the breakout happened, he was the one who told me to be prepared with a ‘I’d hate to see your brains splattered on the wall, doc’.”

“So he knew beforehand and told you? And you didn’t stop him?”

Several looked at him, a warning in their eyes. Bruce backpedaled quickly, relaxing his shoulders on purpose.

“Part of my job in Arkham is gaining their trust. Treating them like people helps, some lower their guard once they see I’m not afraid of them, others are all about their secrets. Secrets are expensive in Arkham,” Jasmine’s eyes were cold and her body language collected, “Ed risked a lot just by telling me. If it was known that Riddler is a snitch then he would be out of the market. Is a delicate game.”

Duke was nodding along in agreement. Jason was still glaring at Bruce.

“And what if any of them turn on you? You can’t trust them.”

He knew he sounded paranoid, but he had tried to help them before. He had tried to invest that time and that effort Jasmine was talking about into helping them instead of just tossing them back to Arkham, but it was the same story over and over again — they could change and be better, but circumstances always brought them back in an endless cycle not unlike his own.

“I can take care of myself.”

Before anybody could stop him, Damian threw something at Jasmine. It was fast, and when they heard her loud gasp Bruce was completely ready to rush for the first aid kit in the nearby bathroom.

“That was not nice, kid.”

Damian huffed. “Not a kid.”

Bruce watched, mesmerized, how Jasmine yanked a pocket knife from the back of the sofa right where her head would have been if she didn’t somehow dodge it in time.

“Oh hey, it’s Jason’s knife! I thought I had lost it.”

She held the pocket knife like it was the most precious thing in the world, closing it with care. She said it was Jason’s?

“Tt, how careless about your weapons can you be? Took it as evidence after you threw it at me.”

“Ohhh, right. Sorry about that. I was kinda running on adrenaline back then.”

“How did you move so fast?”

Jasmine shrugged at Bernard. “At the house where I grew up, the first thing you learn is how to dodge fast.” She put the knife in her pants pocket. “And the second is how to kill before you are killed.”

To his credit, Damian looked impressed for a second. It was refreshing next to the worried glances of everyone else.

“What do you mean?” He had to ask, concerned.

No one missed how she took Jason’s hand in hers.

“I assume everyone heard us? Last Tuesday.”

Bruce remembered feeling righteous hot rage as he took her to the Diner. Her panicked face when she saw the documents. Her voice shaking as she begged Jason to believe her.

“Yes.” He swallowed the discomfort.

If Jasmine was hurt by what happened, she didn’t show. “My parents were… neglectful. There is no way around the sobbing backstory,” she chuckled, “but even if their lack of lab security has made us what we are today, my brother and I were raised in a hostile environment.

“They mixed samples with food, storing them in the same fridge. They worked on dangerous machinery in the kitchen and living room. They left children unsupervised in a lab full of chemicals and sharp objects.”

She was glaring at her own hands as she kept talking. “As you know, ectoplasm can bring things back to life. Even food.”

“Food?” Tim didn’t look convinced.

“I learned how to fight by re-killing the Thanksgiving turkey every year. And dinner.” She added after considering. “So many dinners.”

Stephanie was the first one to start laughing. Tim and Bernard followed, and soon everyone was chuckling at the absurd picture her words painted.

Bruce wasn’t laughing, though. It wasn’t as bad as the insanity they were used to, no murder cults or sadistics fathers, but still not something that sat well in Bruce’s mind. What kind of childhood did she and her brother have when they weren’t safe in their own house?

“Of course after the portal and with how things escalated it was less about survival and more about fighting to subdue and capture ghosts.”

“Not killing them?” Cass asked.

Jazz was shaking her head. “Back then all that came through the portal were troublemakers and supervillain wannabes. Later on we learned that a lot of them were testing Danny and more like training him in his new powers. We only captured and threw them back into the portal.” She sighed. “It wasn’t until we got more involved in the Realms and saw that there was so much more going on, that it was a whole dimension with complex societies and power structures, that we understood that to have actual peace the task wasn’t as simple as it looked like.”

Cass blinked, not wasting a second to ask. “Can ghosts be killed?”

Jasmine’s posture became tense. “Yes. Liminals, ghosts and— and other beings in the Realms. Is less about death and more about… ceasing to exist.”

They knew there was more going on with that statement. Was Jasmine some kind of executioner? Was that why she was so tense?

Bruce wasn’t sure how to feel about that. There was so much he didn’t know about her, about her life, about the Infinite Realms. There was a whole dimension with people, and some of those wished to cross over and do harm. Others had committed their life to protect a balance he didn’t know existed, probably paying some kind of price.

He wanted to ask so many things — what was her role in the Team? Who was she? Any event the Justice League should know about? How did their society work? What does the Underworld look like?

But he couldn’t ask that.

Not yet.

“What is your hometown like?”

Jasmine looked at him with relief in her teal eyes. He had said the right thing for once.

“Amity Park, the most haunted town in America. Or ‘a nice place to live’, as the sign says,” she smiled. “Is very different from Gotham. It’s sunny, for starters,” there were a few chuckles, “and it has always been a weird town. The Veil is thinner there, more than Gotham, and it has never been out of place to have ghostly encounters there.”

“So what? The dead walk among the living?”

She nodded at Dick. “Pretty much, yeah. ‘Dead but not gone’, we always say. After the portal ripped a door between dimensions there is so much ectoplasm around that almost everything that dies comes back soon after.”

“And Gotham? You said the Veil is thin here too.”

“Gotham is, uh, weird? The Veil is thin here, but there is so little ambient ectoplasm. Ghosts here are not as strong as they are in Amity Park, but there are so many ghosts everywhere anyway. As stubborn in death as they are in life, I guess.”

There was certain pride blooming in Bruce’s chest at her words, even as his mind latched on to the fact that the dead in Gotham tended to come back to life. Made him wonder how many people he knew had become ghosts.

Were his parents still around? Were they watching him, the man he had become? He wasn’t sure he wanted to know what they would say to him if he met them now.

If he asked Jasmine would she help him? He had messed up things with her, he knew, but she was an easy and close way to answer those questions.

No. Not yet.

“You said the Manor is haunted?”

Jasmine chuckled. “Very! I was unsure if I would need to set up wards here but I think your ancestors have it covered. Nothing will enter here if they don’t wish to.”

Bruce didn’t miss how she could enter the house. His family accepted her, approved of her. Or maybe it was because she was influential?

“So if you could enter it means they like you?” Dick voiced his thoughts.

“Or has it something to do with you being a supernatural influencer?” Steph leaned in.

“What are you, by the way?” Tim had a certain glint in his eyes, like he did when he had a new mystery to solve.

Jasmine blinked at the quick questions, overwhelmed, opening her mouth.

“I remember certain agreement that tonight was not supposed to derive into an interrogation.” Alfred interrupted her from the door. She smiled at him. “Also, dinner is ready.”

Bruce watched as all his kids stood up and walked out of the room, his eyes stuck on how casually Jason entwined his hand with Jazz’s after he helped her stand up, how his eyes were soft on the edges when he looked at her.

She was talking with Steph about something, Bruce caught a few words but he wasn’t big on social media and it sounded like some kind of Twitter scandal. Jazz laughed at something Steph said. Jason smiled a little too, adding his own opinion.

“It's amazing, right?”

Bruce turned towards his eldest. “I didn’t know he could make that expression.”

“There is something about her,” Dick shook his head, “I don’t know how to describe it.”

Yeah. Bruce knew what he meant — there was a certain edge about her, something clearly made different. Even if he didn’t know what he knew about her now, he understood that she would not pass as a normal civilian like Bernard did, for example.

Jasmine was someone that could understand their world, and yet, she was not a hardened warrior. She showed softness and kindness even when thrown a knife to her face. She loved Jason and wasn’t afraid to show it. She still smiled even after all the things she went through.

It took a certain amount of bravery to be like that. To still care after… after everything.

Jason needed someone like her in his life.

Bruce cared about him, he loved him so much, but he didn't get the same results when they interacted — Bruce was so unsure about every word, every move, and in the end he made it worse in every interaction. He had stopped trying, but maybe that had been a bad call on his part.

He would observe them and try to understand how they made it look so easy.

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“I actually don’t mind an interrogation.” Jazz was the first to speak as they all sat down.

“Don’t.” Jason frowned at her. “They don’t know how to stop.”

“Bold of you to assume I don’t have my own questions.”

They grinned at each other, remembering a conversation a long time ago, where she said she wanted to study the bats like a bug.

“Have a little bit of faith, Little Wing,” Dick said from where he was sitting next to Bruce.

“Faith? In you?” Jason glared at his brother.

Jazz gently put a hand on his, turning to look at Dick. “About your question, and the following ones— Yes, permission to enter is a big thing for ghosts. Especially a haunt. Gotham is… hm,” she looked up to thank Alfred when he passed by with her food, “thanks. Anyway, a haunt is a territory that belongs to a ghost. The more powerful the ghost, the bigger the haunt. They can share the haunt with weaker ghosts that cannot maintain a haunt, for mutual protection, but at the end of the day the more powerful one calls the shots.

“Gotham, the city, is a giant haunt that belongs to one Spirit. Without her approval nothing goes in. Or out.”

There were raised eyebrows at her words, but Jazz kept talking, making wide gestures with her hands.

“There are highly charged places, like this Manor, where a bunch of ghosts would congregate and have a mini-haunt inside Gotham, if the Spirit allows it. Arkham is another, for example. That one is a bit more cursed, though.”

Figures.

“And this… Spirit,” the word was pronounced slowly, like Bruce was trying to get used to it, “controls the city?”

“Gotham, the Spirit, is… old.” She made a face. “She may have been powerful, very powerful, once upon a time; but with all the magic cults and the pollution and the, well, situation of the city, she’s not what she was. She won’t die, yet, but Danny still wishes to help her despite our differences.” She sighed. “It’s in the list of stuff to do, which grows by the day.”

There was a beat of silence as they processed her words. Jazz looked around nervously, distracting herself by pushing a lock of hair behind her ear.

Cass, who was sitting on Jazz’s other side, didn’t miss how her ear was slightly pointed.

“Eat.”

Alfred manifested besides Bruce, glaring at him until he picked up a fork and shoved potato salad in his mouth. Then he nodded and left. Bruce swallowed and cleared his throat.

“So the city is dying because of us?”

Several of his children glanced at him, expecting the usual spiral about the sins of the father, yadda yadda.

“Hmmm, is it more like a feedback loop at this point? Gotham cannot deal with the stuff sapping her energy, not anymore, and those bad influences on the citizens create a constant stream of crime and evil that tire her out.”

“So if the Spirit is cured then all crime will disappear?” Tim frowned, disbelieving.

Jazz was already shaking her head before he ended his question. “No. People’s choices cannot be controlled, just influenced. Gotham’s ghosts are not powerful enough for possession, just nudging minds here and there. Whispers here and there. If Gotham were at full power and she could catch all of the troublemakers, it wouldn’t completely erase humans’ ability to do good or bad. Is still their choice.”

She paused for a moment to try the potato salad, chewed and swallowed.

“She’s very fond of you guys. Protective.” This raised a few eyebrows and a big smile from Cass and Dick. “She actually threatened us to not even think of touching any of you or she would throw hands.”

“I mean—” Whatever Tim was going to say with a big smirk and raised eyebrows was lost when Bernard elbowed him so hard he doubled over. “Betrayal.” He wheezed.

“Could you win against her in a fight?” Steph’s eyes were shiny at the prospect of Jazz fist fighting the freaking city to gain Jason’s hand in marriage.

“I don’t think so,” Jazz tilted her head. “I’m very rusty and she is an old city. She may not be what she once was, but she wins just by experience alone.”

“Bummer.”

Jazz shrugged. “Believe it or not, I had no intention of fighting anybody when I moved here.”

“Could have fooled me,” Jason deadpanned, chewing. When he swallowed, he added. “I’ve never seen anybody choose violence as fast as you do.”

Jazz blushed, pointing her fork at him like she was going to stab him with it. “I take that personally, mister ‘this is my territory and I’ll kill you if you trespass’.” She imitated his voice, mocking even the modulated effect.

“You are the one to talk!” It was his time to blush. “You were going to kick me out! In front of Timmy!”

“He was hurt, I couldn’t let you start a pointless fight in my apartment.”

“Oh I remember this one.” Bernard chuckled. “Tim ripped two of the stitches because he insisted he was good enough to continue.”

“Of course,” Jazz scoffed at the crimefighter. “How long did it take? Ten minutes?”

“Fifteen.”

“Yeah, figures.” She shook her head in disapproval, which Bernard imitated. “Resting is a big part of the healing process.”

“THANK YOU!” Bernard’s face illuminated, leaning over the table to take Jazz’s hand. “Finally! Someone with common sense!”

“I guess you have had to do the same speech—”

“Plenty of times, yeah,” he chuckled. “I’m actually an EMT. Decided to go that career after dumb dumb over here came bleeding to my apartment one too many times.”

Jazz nodded in understanding. Bernard nodded in understanding.

Tim and Jason looked at each other, realizing at the same time that letting these two meet had been a bad idea.

Dick chuckled nervously, his mind going to a recent time Jason had been bleeding to death in Jazz’s apartment. He decided to change topics, and fast.

“So,” he cleared his throat, “you said you figured out Jay’s identity, how did that happen?”

Jazz hummed, cutting a bit of her steak and chewing it as she thought her answer. “I mean,” she started when she swallowed, “there was the obvious, but circumstantial, stuff. Unexplained income. Odd hours. Too many coincidences. Jason not knowing how to properly hide his stuff—”

“I am not—”

“ — but what was solid proof was his blood.”

Jason, who wanted to protest her obvious jab at his person, froze mid sentence.

Duke choked on his salad. Bruce almost choked with his water.

Jazz froze too, slowly looking up from her hands cutting another piece of steak. She looked at Jason with a nervous smile.

“Forgot to tell you about the blood thing, huh?”

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[thelunarbar]

I hate Kate with every fiber of my being 🤮

I’m sorry would firing off a weapon at random in the middle of the not being the police?

Turns out I don’t remember this real well so that’s interesting

I appreciate that Chris is at least semi sensible even if he is actively trying to kill Derek and Scott

The cgi or whatever on Derek’s not normal bullet wound is so bad 😂

Oh yeah grabbing her hand and defensively yelling no is so subtle

Ooh caught in a lie. Shoulda got their story straight before Allison woke up. Tsk tsk

Scott knows nothing. Typical.

“Studying with Allison” yeah right

Dylan O’Brien has pretty eyes

I wanna punch Jackson

Derek (literally dying) goes totally unnoticed in a highschool are there no teachers or curious students??? Are they all that self involved???

Also Derek (still literally dying) gets jump scared by the bell love it

How did stiles not see Derek at some point while he was in the hallway?

And then Derek collapses in the parking and still no one notices him

“A silver bullet?”

“No you idiot.” Even dying Derek is not putting with stiles shit

Derek (literally dying) (going to help Scott even tho he has absolutely no reason to) needs Scott’s help

Scott grudgingly agrees to help the dying man what a saint

And then promptly gets distracted by Allison shocker

Ik Scott is like what 15 here but c’mon man someone is literally dying and counting on you to save him and all you can think about is getting in Allison’s pants

Oh good more cringey make outs. These are supposed to be teenagers I do not want to watch them make out 🤮

Am I old? I feel like that makes me sound like an old lady but it’s true

I love that somehow while still in town it looks like they’re almost to Derek’s house which is deep in the woods? Yes yes that tracks

“In fact I think if I wanted to I could drag your little werewolf ass out into the middle of the road and leave you for dead.”

“Start the car or I’m gonna rip your throat out with my teeth.” Yes threatening the guy trying to keep you alive is great.

Fuck Scott. Honestly. They’re are more important things in life than getting your dick wet

Archery how quirky

Ik it’s like a family thing but still

Cock block chris love it

Ooh awkward family dinner with the gfs family always fun sucker

Why do parent in tv shows offer teenagers alcohol as like a test??? So dumb

“Hockey on grass is called field hockey.” 😂

Poor stiles and poor Derek

“He’s starting to smell.”

“Like what?”

“Like death!”

Yeah let Derek die bc you’d rather not leave your gf. Can we say hero 🙄

Fortunately the bullet he’s looking just happens to be in a special box bc ofc and I get for plot reasons but still

Derek never loses his drama even when dying

I’m with stiles on the whole cutting off Derek’s arm

Love that this whole thing literally couldn’t not matter less to Scott 🙄

I read a couple great fics abt stiles actually cutting off Derek’s arm bc Scott was late that I still think about to this day. I reread them quite a bit

I hate Kate so fucking much even tho he did actually take smth from her

Allison whipping out that condom is probably her best moment ngl 😂

“You faint at the sight of blood?”

“No but I might at the sight of chopped off arm!”

I am so with stiles on this whole cutting off body parts thing

Derek’s Batman voice is really funny to me.

I get why the first idea is to stick your fingers through the grate but I’m pretty sure those things pop out at least generally speaking

Love that stiles punched Derek in the face. Pretty sure he nearly does it again later on in the show

Where did Derek get the lighter? Did he just have that on him? Also so did not wanna watch him stick his finger in his wound gross

Ah teenage stupidity. Gotta hate it.

Ohhhh we finally met Peter! I don’t like him for obvious reasons but later on he’s so sassy and it’s hard not to like him

Knowing what the argents did makes me hate Kate even more and love that Chris broke free of that.

Ofc Scott would defend the argents 🙄 again teenage stupidity

Poor Derek he deserved better

How was there still a lil shard of glass from Kate’s broken window on the edge of the car door??? That seems unlikely

I appreciate that Chris at least had some standards even they still sucked.

Kate throwing the match into the fireplace was sooooooo foreshadowing at the truth to be learned down the road and I do like that

[wolfawaycamp]

okayokay,

emma and nick wake up in the woods the morning after turning and sort out what happened the night before, specifically what happened at the campfire

(preferably abi is still alive)

🐼Admittedly, I snagged this one to practice writing Nick's POV, but I'm also so emo for Furblygbank already so we're kind of killing two birds with one stone. Thanks for the ask, anon :)

“Nick?”

The rising sun’s golden hue was almost blinding to Nick’s bleary eyes. He’d just woken up in the middle of the woods in his underwear and needed a second to regain his grip on reality. The last thing he remembered was…red. Like, an entire red room. Before that, he was in the poolhouse, and Abi —

Did he kill Abi?

“Hello? Anyone in there?”

Nick blinked and squinted at the person pestering him. Emma was leaning over him with her hand outstretched, and she was soaked with blood. He refused her hand and scrambled to his feet, attempting to string his words together into a poor facsimile of a sentence. “What…where did…why are you bloody?”

Emma looked him up and down. “I could ask you the same question. Let me guess; you were also attacked by a big scary animal with glowing eyes and massive claws?”

“Yeah…right after you pashed me in front of Abi at the campfire and left to go have fun with Jacob.” Nick didn’t mean to sound bitter, especially since it seemed as though Emma had had an equally shitty night, but he’d admit that he was a bit…jealous. Of what? He didn’t know.

“Oh, come on.” Emma rolled her eyes. “Don’t act like you weren’t at least a little bit into it.”

Were they really doing this? Right now, when he was wrestling with the notion that he very well could have murdered his crush when he was — he didn’t know what had happened to him — transformed? Nick lowered his gaze toward the dew-laden grass embracing his bare feet. He would have thought it beautiful or poetic or something if he wasn’t currently having a mental breakdown. “Emma, I—I think I may have killed Abi.”

She stared at him with a tired expression. “Nick…” her voice trailed off. “...we should go try to find the others. I was with Jacob, but he—he turned into one of those things.” Great. It was spreading. “Do you have any idea where we are?”

Nick assessed their surroundings; they were near where he and Abi had collected sticks and watched the sunset not even a day ago. He could pinpoint the lodge from here. “Um…I think the lodge is this way. Yeah, definitely this way.” Nodding toward their destination, he began to tentatively walk in that direction.

Emma followed. “Hey, for the record, I think Abi might be okay.”

“What?”

“I was sitting in the van trying to hide from these old guys with guns, and then I think I turned into one of whatever these things are, and I saw Abi. She was running away from me.” Emma winced. “And I think Dylan shot me.”

“Dylan? Are you sure it wasn’t a hallucination?” Nick couldn’t believe he was amused by that thought. Perhaps this god-awful night wasn’t as bad for the other counselors as it had been for him.

“You know, Nick, I’m not really sure any of what’s happened tonight was real, including this conversation, so no, I’m not,” Emma sighed. The exhaustion was setting in for both of them. Nick wondered what the chances were that they could take a quick power nap back at the lodge. Probably slim.

They trekked together in silence until Nick couldn’t take it. “Are we bad people?”

Emma shot him an offended glance. “I don’t think kissing someone on a dare makes you a bad person.”

Nick knew it wasn’t that black and white. That kiss was not just a kiss. “No, but choosing to kiss someone you know your best friend likes, and who also likes them back, and bragging about it afterward might.”

“It got you two to go and have a nice, romantic kiss in the moonlight, didn’t it?” Emma replied dismissively.

“N—no. No, Emma. We were attacked. I got bitten by that animal and then I told Abi I only liked her because she was stupid and easy to manipulate. She was nothing but kind to me and I—” Nick inhaled sharply. His eyes stung at the sudden recollection of those last moments. “Easy pickings. Right off the bone,” he’d growled before tossing her across the poolhouse. Who says that? Who does that?

“Hey, come back to me. I’m…I’m sorry.” Emma’s voice was soft. She placed a hand on his arm. “You’re right; kissing you was a dick move. You two were just so scared to make the first move that I thought I could fix it with a little drama. I’d say it backfired pretty spectacularly.”

Nick said nothing. At this rate, he’d be a sobbing mess by the time they reached the lodge.

Emma continued. “I don’t know what happened between you two, but I do know that Abi’s got a big heart and she likes you a lot. She won’t hold a grudge against you for something out of your control. Me, on the other hand…I’m not so sure after all of this. I think I’ve burned that bridge.”

I think we both have, Nick thought as the lodge came into view. Maybe it would have been better for him to have killed Abi. He wasn’t prepared to face her yet. He probably would never be.

Right as they reached the bottom steps, the front door opened. Abi stood in the doorway, blood and sweat matting her already dark red hair and the remnants of a nasty bite still visible on her shoulder. “Oh my god.” She rushed down the stairs toward them.

“Abi…” Nick started, but the air was knocked out of him before he could pull an apology out of his arse. She wrapped him in a tight embrace.

“You’re okay. I thought I’d killed you,” her voice buzzed in his chest.

Nick had no idea how to respond to that. Wasn’t he supposed to be the rabid monster who was killing people? “L—likewise.”

Abi lifted her head and looked at Emma. “You too. Come here.” She reached out her arm and pulled Emma close.

“Abs, we’re not exactly clean right now,” Emma said in a nervous huff of laughter. “You don’t have to—”

“Oh, shut it. I’ll take bloody friends over werewolves any day.”

Werewolves? Was that what he was? Fucking hell.

The three of them held onto each other in silence. They’d survived the night. Maybe there was still hope for their fractured bond to do the same.

[fuji09]

My thoughts on the Teen Wolf movie:

What the fuck was that?!

Eli is a pure smol bean who needs to be protected.

Dilf Derek 😍

Was I the only one who felt the strong unresolved sexual tension between Peter and Chris? I swear I felt like they were one second away from fucking.

Why is Liam on Japan? Is it because of the jar?

Hikari felt like she was just a replacement for Kira which is a shame.

It's not the same without Stiles. Scott literally needs his bestie or it's just not the fucking same.

The nogitsune storyline does not work without Stiles and Kira. It's literally their story.

Eli is literally half Stiles and half Derek.

Technically they didn't say Stiles hadn't come back in 15 years. So it could have been less time, there is no way in hell Stiles would stay away for 15 years. Not with his dad still there and still working. So maybe Stiles was just on an important mission and that's why his dad didn't want to call him.

Derek really got smart with the sheriff when saying he should call Stiles. The smug look was cute.

Why did Deaton and Scott move to LA?

They sure said nudity? Fuck yeah! There is hardly any part of Shelley/Malia we now haven't seen.

Parrish sure do got a booty on him.

How did the nogitsune get the Oni sword out of the nemeton? Shouldn't it have not been able to? The jar it was trapped in was made from the wood of the nemeton.

Derek pulled a Mufasa and that was just hilarious.

Eli said Scott hadn't seen him since he was 3. Eli was 15 and would have had to have been born before season 1. So did Derek not get Eli until he was already 3 years old?

Is Melissa a doctor now? She was wearing a white lab coat when she never did before as a nurse.

They really dumbed down Jackson to the point it wasn't believable.

Who is Eli's mom?? Maybe someone from New York?

Why Mason? Why become a cop?

We got some great one liners.

Allison is seriously going to need therapy.

What is Lydia's job?

Hearing them all swear was hilarious.

Harris? Really? Why? Like there isn't any reason why the nogitsune would pick Harris. He died in 3a and the nogitsune was 3b.

Melissa using a crossbow 😍 such a badass.

During the time Derek had let go of the nogitsune to push Scott away, Parrish could have burned the fucker and Derek wouldn't have had to die.

Eli went to live with Scott and Allison because he's the alpha but why uproot him? Why not stay in Beacon Hills so Eli can finish highschool and stay in the only home he knows?

Pretty sure Malia would have gotten custody of Eli. I doubt Derek would have granted Peter custody if he died but Malia I think he would.

Why was Malia still so cold? I don't think she would have still been that uncaring after 15 years.

Who made Harris going to Eichen House happen?

Seriously fucked up they killed Derek by burning him alive after his trauma with fire.

It was worth watching that dumpster fire just to hear Tyler Hoechlin swear.

Stiles not being at Derek's funeral was all sorts of fucked up. Couldn't they have like "had him there" but only show him from behind played by an actor who looks like Dylan? Just have like Scott hug him and tell him he's glad he could make it? Or have someone "live streaming it" on their phone on a video call with Stiles?

[veespee]

MLandersen0 Community Posts

okay, here’s a sort of analysis (?) for the recent Mlandersen0 YouTube community posts, because people should talk more about them AND i need to overanalyze everything; so here ya go.

(this is part 1. there are 6 posts up rn, and this post would be WAY too long if i do all 6. so i’ve divided them to 2 parts, will post the other in a few days probably :) 

first post: Antigonish?

Antigonish is a poem written by William Hughes Mearns, which you can read here. 

I'll just write my interpretation, and how I think it relates to mla0: the poem revolves around a man, who is portrayed as a ghost. The speaker/narrator of the poem is clearly scared of this mysterious ghost man, telling him to “go away, go away, don’t you come back any more!” and “go away, go away, and please don’t slam the door…”. Now, as for the connection to mla0, i have two theories: 1. the ‘ghost’ is Slenderman, and it’s from Michael’s point of view. Which i think makes some sense, as the ghost and Slender also appear and disappear mysteriously, and of course, Michael wants him to go away, and 2. it could be about Michael’s guilt and past getting to him. All the people that are dead because of him and his want to protect himself, are haunting him, and the ghost is metaphorical. These are just theories though, so the meaning could be anything really. 

second post: So it goes?

This one is a song by band ‘Matthew and The Atlas’, you can listen to it here. According to an analysis from this website, the song talks about an entity of sorts, lingering around the speaker’s life since he was young. There’s a theme suggesting that the speaker fears the entity, and has never been able to confront it or get some closure on what it wants (as suggested in the chorus: “Deep below the earth I might have found you, High above the tower I could not see”). Also, according to a comment on the Genius page for this song, the song writer Matt Hegardy, explained that when he was young, he was attacked by a man with a knife, later resulting in bad dreams consisting of a figure standing over him. In my opinion, that’s exactly Michael’s relationship with Slenderman. Slender is an entity, plaguing Michael’s mind with nightmares, and basically ruining Michael’s life completely, but he never gets the chance to confront Slenderman, and get the closure he needs. So he’s stuck, being miserable and feeding people to Slenderman, without even knowing why. (also, now that i think about it, this could also be about Patrick. but i’m leaning towards Slenderman)

third post: And they call me a throwback when I cry, “Remember?”

The title is a lyric from the song below, Old Tyme Mem’ry by Erik Petersen. Now, the song’s overall meaning is nostalgia on vintage ways of living, as the song tells the story of a family who had to sell their farm after the death of the father, and how the new owners of the land have no connection to the land, instead opting for luxury and modernity. (thanks to this site i understood that lol, go check it out for a more in-depth analysis of the song) But in general, the atmosphere of the song is one of nostalgia and reminiscing (which is honestly the theme of all of these posts), and that’s why i’m assuming it’s Michael posting these. He’s reminiscing on the past, where everyone was ‘okay’ (as okay as they can be, at least) and alive, but know he’s alone. All he can really do is reminisce, as he has nothing now, no family, no friends. Really, I think he only has Patrick, who probably isn’t very stable, and Slenderman. 

okay that’s all i could find :) thank you for reading, and for anyone who is too bored to read all that, TL;DR: most of the themes of the songs/poems Dylan/Michael have posted have a theme of haunting/nostalgia. So my theory so far is, Michael is alive and living his life in guilt, reminiscing on the past about all of his wrong doings, and all the people who are dead because of him. He’s lonely, guilt-filled and grieving the life he could’ve had, if only everything was okay.

also!! credits to all the websites i linked, the helped me undestand the meanings of all the songs in depth, so of course, lot's of credits to them.

[stargirlfics]

Night Fever

Dylan O’Brien x Black Reader

Summary: Dancing the night away with your favorite person and being a tease while you’re at it

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, mentions of alcohol, established relationship, smut: fingering, praise kink, voice kink, unprotected sex, light hair pulling, creampie  

Word Count: 2.3k

The cool nighttime breeze was welcome on your skin as your body swayed to the bass of the music filling the air, the hum of bodies around you making the space feel alive, vibrant. 

Condensation from the drink in your hand dripped down to your wrist but you didn’t mind, because the way a pair of hands gripped your waist was more than enough to keep your thoughts preoccupied on the man you were here with tonight, Dylan.

It wasn’t just the sweet cocktail making you feel warm, no, your date had drawn you in closer, your front pressed against his snugly as you moved, letting him lead you, trying your best not to think the thoughts already popping into your head at the eye contact you now held with him. 

This was headed into very familiar and dangerous territory, both of you no strangers to this kind of quiet foreplay. Many get-togethers and parties had started and ended just like this, you and him caught in an embrace on the dance floor, steadily headed towards saying your goodbyes to your friends early and racing home to be alone. 

Tonight would be no different. Not with the sparkly look in your eyes, and the way your arms wrapped around his shoulders, fingers pressing into his muscles just a tad suggestive. 

“Behave.” The words left his lips in warning, that slight scolding edge to his voice making you smile, you wondered if he knew how badly that made you want to do the opposite.

“Why? I haven’t even done anything!” you roll your eyes playfully, a laugh held back when he spins you around so you’re facing away from him, his hips nudged against yours, lips next to your ear.

“Yet. So behave and I won’t have to make you wait for what you want.” 

The slight register of shock on your face made Dylan grin. If you wanted to tease, so could he. 

It was a challenge you both knew you’d accept, making it a point to circle your hips a little, grinding your ass back against his front, heat spreading across your spine at the way his hands moved down to grip the side of your thigh, his fingertips left a trail of goosebumps on your pretty brown skin where they caressed. 

The song playing ends and fades into another, one with a heavier, dirtier beat, and it encourages you. Sure he could threaten, sure you knew he could very well back up his words but tonight you had your own agenda running and you had all the right cards in your hands.

“Come on, baby. Don’t you wanna fuck me?” was all it took. Your body pressed up a little more against his, an all too knowing edge to your voice that made him want to bend you over right there and then. 

It wasn’t long before your hand was in his, letting him weave you through the crowd to let the group you came with know you were headed out. 

Stifled were your giggles as you climbed into the car, very pleased with yourself though Dylan made it clear he was still going to make you wait, evidently there would be no teasing touches offered on the ride back home. 

You pouted at the realization but sat back in your seat without a fuss, you’d be rewarded soon enough. And this gave you ample time to just gaze at him, admiring the way his arms and hands looked on the steering wheel, the peek of his chest through the tank top and open button down he wore tonight, how his other hand came up to smooth through his beard, everything about him sparking up your arousal. 

Despite him holding back, Dylan enjoyed when you got like this, enjoyed watching you sink further into your desires, your fantasies, his ego softly boosted by your need for him. 

The tension was thick as you arrived home, hands laced together again as he came around to open your door, leading you inside, the two of you silent but saying everything with your eyes at the same time, now faced towards one another as the door closed and locked behind you. 

Finally. 

“C’mere…” he beckoned to you with a short wave of his fingers, a broad hand stretched out to cup your face when you stepped closer. 

Time seemed to slow the more the distance between you diminished, your nose brushing against his as his thumb swept over your cheek softly, such a contrast to the filthy things he thought of doing to you. 

You weren’t sure when you started to kiss or how long it had been but you didn’t care, happy to be lost in his touch, in the taste of his lips, the slight tang of beer still on his tongue. 

The exchange of smiles and breathy laughs in between the kisses made you want him even more as you and Dylan stumbled through the hallway. Your lips kiss swollen as his hold on you came to rest on your hips, guiding you to his bedroom. 

It was amongst your favorite places, the soft plush of his bed, just being in his space in general. A lazy smile on your face when you’re sat at the foot of the bed, leaning back to let him kiss and touch as he pleased. 

Your legs parted for him to stand between when his leg nudged against yours, the soft sigh the very sound he was looking for as his mouth lowered to kiss your neck while his fingers found the skin of your inner thigh, brushing, squeezing, wanting to warm you up, withhold just a second longer before sliding them to where you wanted them most. 

The bottom of your dress was already wrinkled and bunched up at your hips, giving him the access he wanted. 

“There she is,” he hummed, watching you grind against his fingers, his own body reacting to the way the fabric of your underwear dampened beneath his touch. 

His lips shifted back to yours, muffling your little whimpers and moans. This was exactly what you’d been waiting, hoping for tonight and it showed, your panties now tugged to the side because he was too impatient, too wound up to slip them off you. 

You let your legs fall open a little more, lifting them up to give him better access as you leaned back further, letting your forearms and elbows support you. 

“Please, baby, I want you so bad.” your words quickly turned to a high gasp when his fingers moved from your clit to tease lower, gathering your arousal onto the pads of his fingers just to bring them back up to swirl around your clit again. 

“Mm I can see that, you’re such a mess already. I bet I could just-” the amused edge to his voice had you rocking your hips up almost on their own accord, another little gasp leaving your lips when he slowly nudged his middle finger inside. 

Eyelids fluttered but you didn’t dare close them, not wanting to look away from him, the way his hand looked working you open with his ring finger added now, how dirty the eye contact was between you and him, all of it had you melting against the duvet. 

Dylan couldn’t help but be a little selfish then, drawing out the movement of his fingers just to watch you respond to him, in love with the shape your mouth makes when you cry out at the angle of his fingers when he strokes over a spot, showing you that he knows your body like his own. 

“You’re so fucking gorgeous you know that?” The husk to his voice made goosebumps rise along your chest, a whimper and a nod the only response you could muster as he moved his wrist a little quicker, heated kisses placed on your legs as your hips found the rhythm he set, rocking against his hand steadily. 

It’s exactly the relief you had wanted, every thrust of his fingers tempering the ache, your body tensing and yet also unwinding by the second, whimpers climbing up into moans, and Dylan’s voice coaxing you to fall apart for him. 

“Oh my god…I’m-” the rest was stuck in your throat as you clenched around his fingers, earning you a searing kiss. 

“Shit, I know, baby. I can feel how close you are, come on, do it. Know you want to, come on,” his sultry coos hit you like bricks. 

It was wild, what his voice did to you, how it combined with all the other stimulation he was giving you to be the pinnacle. Giving you something to concentrate on, giving you no choice but to do what he said. 

The last few rocks of your hips got you there, everything in your body going tight, arms that had been lax against the bed now grasped at his arms, clinging to him as you came with a gasp. A tremble ran through your thighs at the way he looked at you the entire time, his encouragements turning to praise as you rode out the pleasure, his fingers still pressed against that spot only slower, wanting you to ride it out as long as possible. 

When you finally slumped back against the bed, he withdrew his fingers slowly, smiling at how you tried to catch your breath, your body still squirming from how hard you just came. 

“Fuck, I love you…” you sighed in content, another wave of heat hitting your core as you watched him taste you off his fingers. 

“Mm, that’s my girl. I love you too. Scoot back for me, baby we’re not done yet.” 

You thought just as much, a sly smirk finding its way to your face as you scrambled back towards the head of the bed, only a little bit bummed you weren’t going to return the favor for him with your own mouth.

“Will you let me lick you clean after at least?” you teased but he could see you were being serious too.

Dylan loved that about you, how much of a slut for him you became, as if you ever had to ask, he’d let you have whatever you wanted. 

“Mhm, whatever you want.” his response almost a growl as he gripped your chin and answered you with a kiss. 

As much as he loved to see your mouth stuffed full of him, the need to feel your walls wrapped around him first was greater. 

It had been all he could think of since he’d picked you up tonight, since the moment you had teased him at the party, and he’d drawn it out for as long as he could, teasing you right back. Now, he decided, you both could indulge. 

The rest of your clothes had been peeled off in a rush, thrown to the ground without a second thought, your eyes closing as you’re wrapped in another kiss, letting him lay you back against the pillows, position you how he wanted, your heartbeat thumping in your chest. 

Your legs were pushed back, knees far apart to make room for him as he settled between them, a hand wrapped around the base of his cock, sliding the tip up over the slick mess of your pussy before working himself inside your heat. 

The groaned out moan from you was the sign he was looking for as he bottomed out, every single inch pushed snugly inside you, his own curses filling your ears while you adjusted to the stretch, till you were rocking your hips again, encouraging him to move, to fuck you. 

“Dyl…please, that feels so good,” you couldn’t stop from crying out from his thrusts, each one knocking desperate whimpers from your chest. 

“Yeah? I bet it does, that’s all you needed huh, just had to fuck you to get you to stop acting up,” his words grunted against your skin had you reaching for him again, arms wrapped around his shoulders, clinging to him. 

The cute little huff of laughter you gave in response made him press his weight into you a little more, so unbelievably turned on by you and your antics. 

His pace picked up a little more, giving you a smile of his own when your hands moved up to dive into his hair, clenching and tugging gently as your bodies met in a rhythm, your own fully melted into his hold, your skin aflame with how his hands gripped your sides, using the grip to keep you in place. 

It wasn’t long before you felt that familiar cliff edge, your legs tensing around his torso as you let it take you under, only able to warn him with sharp gasp before you were coming again, your nails biting into his shoulders, spurring on the string of curses and praise that left his lips.

“Fuck! There you go, good girl,” the light rasp to his voice made you shiver. 

Dylan never wanted to stop, hurtling towards his own release from the way your walls fluttered around him, from the sound of your pretty whines and praises and how your hands tugged at his hair again. 

His thrusts turned heavier, deeper, unable to hold himself back at your pleas for him to fill you up, his hold on your growing tighter the closer he got until he was grinding into you, both of you groaning as he came hard, breaths going heavy from the effort. 

The fucked out smile that graced your features then made him throb, his face falling to your shoulder to press a kiss there as his hips slowed save for a few shallow thrusts, making sure you took every drop he had to give, pushing in all the way and holding you there as you both caught your breaths. 

It was everything you’d hoped you’d get tonight and you were reminded how happy you were to be with him, to get to do this with him, feeling lucky that even without the little games you play with each other, he’d always give you the pleasure you deserved.

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A/N: Happy to have written my first Dylan fic! Ever since those “behave” and “slut era” tweets I’ve been down bad lol and here we are! Thanks for reading!!!

some tags, no pressure! @emilykjh @kechiwrites @persona-enthusiast @its-not-just-a-phase-m0m @lovieebbymain​ @amesstilinski​ 

[bloatedandalone04]

➪the one where nick hurts you before transforming.

WARNINGS: physical harm, violence, nick being so rude fr, pre-transformation nick, degrading words, self deprecating thoughts, swearing, blood, dislocated shoulder

Inspired by the lyric “This is the last time, I won’t hurt you anymore.”

Word Count: 2.2k

Masterlist | Part 2

You weren’t sure when things took a turn for the worse, but things had definitely taken a turn for the worse.

 A few hours ago you were happy and in the arms of your boyfriend. You had, stupidly, now that you think of it, gone out for a late walk in the woods. Nick went with you, refusing to let you walk in the dark woods alone, and at the time you were grateful.

 Now, you regretted everything as you sat beside your bleeding boyfriend, his hand held tightly in yours as Kaitlyn placed a blanket over his freezing body. You watched Nick’s visible breath with each exhale, your heart hurting and guilt eating you alive.

 Why did you have to go outside when Chris had asked you all to stay inside? It was a simple request, and maybe if you had listened to it, Nick wouldn’t be looking the way he did now. He looked like he was dying, and that terrified you.

 If you had just stayed inside, you’d probably be wrapped up in Nick’s arms and be smothered with kisses while he hovered over you, secluded from the others. Instead, you had his blood all over you and a sore hand from how tightly he was squeezing it.

 You didn’t care about the borderline breaking of your hand. How could you when your boyfriend of eleven months is in pain right next to you?

 “Nick?” Kaitlyn asks, hovering her hand over Nick’s blanket covered shoulder. She didn’t dare touch him, knowing how vulnerable of a state he was in. “Will you let me see your wounds now? I should make sure none of them have worsened from the water.”

 Nick, still shivering, shook his head and leaned away from her hand and closer to you. Kaitlyn stood up and backed away, taking the way Nick wrapped his arms around your waist and placed his head on your lap as an answer. His wet hair immediately dampened your dark jeans but you didn’t feel it. Your whole body felt fuzzy and your head pounded, the events that had taken place replaying in your mind.

  “Y/n,” Nick whimpered, his shoulders shaking as his arms tightened around your waist. You placed one of your hands in his hair, gently running your fingers through the wet strands while your other one rested on his bicep.

 “I’m here,” you mumbled, ignoring the cramping in your legs as he moved even closer to you. You could only assume he was leaning into your body heat as his own was nonexistent at this point. “I’m so sorry.”

 Your hand that was on his arm moved to rest against his blue tinted cheek, your thumb stroking his chin. He leaned into your gentle touches, his purple lips barely brushing a kiss to your palm.

 He shook from the cold and you looked over at Kaitlyn and the others. “Why isn’t he getting warm?” You ask, your hand moving to tug the blanket up further, effectively pulling it up to his neck.

 Kaitlyn shrugged, glancing at Dylan before looking down at Nick. “I don’t know,” she said. “It’s probably because of his clothes. His body can’t get warm while being covered in cold, wet clothing.”

 “Should he take his shirt off?”

 “If you want to try and get him to take it off, go for it,” she replies, sitting next to Ryan. “But I haven’t been able to get him to show me his chest all night. I don’t even know how bad his wounds are.”

 You opened your mouth to answer but Nick beat you to it. “Stop talking about me like I’m not even here,”

 You immediately look down at him, seeing his angry eyes and chattering teeth. “I’m sorry, baby,” you murmured, massaging his scalp. “We’re just trying to figure out how to help you.”

 “I don’t need help,” he muttered and your brows furrowed, glancing at the others before immediately back at him when he said his next words. “Why do you hate me, Y/n?”

 “What?” You ask, confusion evident in your voice. “I don’t hate you, Nick. I love you.”

 “I love you,” he mocked, his voice deeper than you’ve ever heard it despite him changing its pitch to mimic yours. “You only love yourself.”

 Your heart hurt even more at his harsh words and you go to move away from him but his arms tighten around you.

 “If you loved me, you wouldn’t have let this happen to me,” he mumbled, his hands gripping your shirt. You were confused at his mean words and his desperate hold on you. Why was he acting like he hated you yet refused to let you go? “You don’t love me, Y/n. You don’t even care about me.”

 You opened your mouth in shock, looking over at Dylan for help. He caught your teary stare and leaned over from his spot on the bench. “Nick, what are you talking about, dude?” He asked. “She’s been with you the whole night.”

 Nick just laughed. “She made me follow her out into the woods when I could’ve been fucking her and doing the only thing she’s good for,” you feel your heart sink even further at his words and the bitter tone behind them. Suddenly, you want to be anywhere other than beside him. But, his hold on you wouldn’t budge. “Instead, I had to risk my life to save your stupid, pathetic one.”

 He now directed his words to you, degrading you like you haven’t worshipped him since the day you got together. Maybe you were pathetic for that, but you thought that was what you were supposed to do in relationships.

 Kaitlyn scoffed, clearly growing annoyed at Nick’s behavior towards her friend. “Woah, Nick, calm down,” she said, sitting up straighter. “She’s been at your side since it happened.”

 “She clearly feels guilty enough,” Abi stepped in, pushing aside her own small feelings for him to defend you. It was obvious that she had a thing for him, but she never acted on it because of the way Nick acted with you. He was always so sweet and treated you as if you were the most important thing in the world to him. It was a massive change to how he is treating you now. “Don’t make her feel worse.”

 “Shut up, Abi. You don’t know her. Not like I do,” Nick growls, his shoulders now shaking due to how worked up he was getting. He didn’t like that everyone was turning on him. “She’s the most selfish bitch I’ve ever met. She’s nothing.”

 Ryan stood up from beside Dylan and walked over to you, extending his arm out to you. “Okay, that’s enough,” he said. “Y/n, get away from him,”

 Dylan peeked around Ryan’s body and looked at your heartbroken expression. “Yeah, come over here with us,” he said quietly. “Leave him there by himself for a bit.”

 You were so grateful for your friends and how they noticed your discomfort as soon as you felt it. You gave Ryan a small, yet so obviously faked smile, and reached up to grab his hand.

 “She’s not going anywhere,” Nick muttered, making your eyes widen at his death grip around you. He lifted his head slightly to look up at you, his eyes glowing yellow. Ryan took a few steps backwards as you gasped, looking into Nick’s neon orbs. “She’s mine. Aren’t you?”

 You stuttered, trying to find the right words. “Nick-”

 Before you could say anything other than his name, Nick pulled your body on top of his and threw you away from him at a supernatural speed. You were across the room in a second, your shoulder slamming into the wall while your face hit the window pane.

 Ryan was next to you in a second while the others looked on in horror. Nick sat up into a crouching position, the blanket slipping off his body completely. His glare was set on you, his yellow eyes lighting up in excitement. Ryan picked up the gun from beside you while you pulled your body into a sitting position. Your shoulder burned in pain and you could feel a black eye forming.

 Ryan aimed the gun at Nick, who only smiled wickedly despite having a deadly weapon pointed at him.

 “Ryan,” you groaned in pain. “Don’t, please.”

 Just as you said that, Nick lunged towards you. It took Ryan less than a second to shoot, watching as Nick’s body fell to the floor, pained yells leaving his mouth.

 “Oh my God,” Kaitlyn said, standing up and rushing over to you.

 “No,” you said breathlessly, watching as Nick rolled onto his back, cries of pain fleeing from his parted lips. “What did you do?”

 Ryan looked down at you, shock taking over his features. “He-he was going to kill you,” he stammered, dropping the gun. “I had to.”

 Nick pulls himself to a kneeling position, looking over at you with a pained expression and heartbroken eyes.

 Tears slipped from your eyes as you looked at your boyfriend, both from the pain and from what just happened. Nick tore his gaze from you as he stood up, his body looking like it was breaking itself before his skin quite literally was torn from his body and what was left had your mouth falling open in a silent scream.

 Everyone watched as Nick, or whatever it was, crashed through the window and took off outside, fleeing into the darkness.

 Your eyes stayed glued to where he just was. All that was left behind was a blanket, bits of his clothes and a lot of blood.

 “Y/n,” Kaitlyn gently grabbed your arm. “Are you okay?”

 You tore your eyes away from the blood and looked over at her. “I-I don’t-”

 Words were a big challenge at this point. Kaitlyn nodded, looking over your body. “What hurts?”

 Your left hand came up to grip your right shoulder, pain shooting down your body. A cry leaves your lips as you hold it, the tears not slowing down anytime soon.

 You think you might have blacked out from the pain and shock, as you were now sitting on the bench, half of your shirt off so Kaitlyn could look at your shoulder. Abi was next to you, her hand in yours as she told you to squeeze it when the pain became too much. Dylan and Ryan were looking at the blood splatters, confusion lacing their features, as they tried to figure out what had happened.

 “It’s dislocated,” Kaitlyn said and Abi looked over at her.

 “Can you put it back in place?”

 “I’ve seen people do it before,” she answered, her eyes glancing over at you. “I’ll have to try. It can’t stay like this.”

 You just nodded, your hand squeezing Abi’s at the inevitable pain you were going to be in.

 “This is the worst of it,” Kaitlyn tried to cheer you up. “Once it’s back in place, it’ll already start to heal. It just….won't feel all that great.”

 “It’s okay,” you mumbled, your eyes aching. The tears had stopped, and you were sure you had run out, and all you were left with was red eyes. Your heart felt like it had physically been broken. You had always felt safe and loved with Nick, but now you were terrified of him. At what he became, at what he said, all of it. “Just get it over with.”

 “Squeeze my hand,” Abi reminded you just as Dylan came over. He heard about the dislocation and decided to offer you the comfort you desperately needed right now.

 He kneeled down in front of you. “Squeeze mine, too,” he offered. “Well, my remaining one.”

 His goal to make you smile was achieved as you grabbed his hand, a small smile gracing your lips.

 “Okay, are you ready?” Kaitlyn asked and you nodded, giving Abi’s hand a break and instead tightening your hold on Dylan’s. “On three. One. Two. Three.”

 The sound of your bone snapping back into place mixed with your scream were all that could be heard. Dylan scrunched his face up at your death grip on his hand but made no move to pull away. Abi, too whimpered when your hand squeezed hers, resting her other one on your arm.

 “There,” Kaitlyn said, stepping away from you. “Done.”

 You looked at your bruised shoulder, sighing in relief at the subsiding pain. It wasn’t gone, but it was less prominent now that your shoulder was how it should be. “Thank you,”

 “Don’t mention it,” Kaitlyn replied. “I don’t have any wrap so I can’t use anything to hold it in place right now. Try not to move your arm too much until I can find some.”

 You nodded as Dylan moved to sit on the opposite side of you. “Crazy night, huh?” He asked and you scoffed slightly.

 “Yeah,”

 “I don’t know what exactly just happened,” Ryan said, walking back over to you. “But since the window is smashed, I think we should find somewhere else to stay.”

 You all agreed, standing up to leave the horror filled pool house. “Are you okay?” Abi asked, helping you stand.

 “I will be,” you said quietly, offering her a sad smile.

 She returned it, staying by you as the group unlocked the door and began looking for a new hiding place.

[leviiackrman]

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Heyyooooo I’m back (even tho I never left) but these illnesses have been kicking my ass and I FINALLY feel better! I’ve been tagged in a bunch of fun games recently that I’ve been neglecting, but thank you so much to everyone who tagged me! Have an oversized post to suit my oversized fashion taste tehe

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|| hair colour is not accurate cus I’m a brunette but I bleached it recently so it’s a lot warmer than this! Wolf cut going strong tho and not this long but anyway ||

L: Liar Liar - Dylan, Bastille

E: ERA - The Faim

V: Vampire Disco - Friday Pilots Club

I: IDK How to Talk to Girls - Beth McCarthy

I: I Don’t Like You..OK - The Hunna, Kelsey Karter & The Heroines

A: AmEN! - Bring me the Horizon, Lil Uzi Vert, Daryl Palumbo

C: Conquer - Marshmello, Space Laces

K: Kick Back - Kenshi Yonezu

R: Rise (Redux) - The World Alive, League of Legends

M: Make it Out Alive - ONE OK ROCK

A: Animals - Nickelback

N: Not Alone - New Rules

last song: Stormy Weather - Kings of Leon (my saved songs was playing while doing my chores lmao)

currently watching: I’m FINALLY watching American Horror Story (after my bestie pestered me for years aha) and I LOVE it!! I’m also watching The Kardashians cus it’s good background noise when I’m working lmao, and on going critical role etc

3 ships: I’m gonna choose 3 of my oc ships cus brain no function: Margot x Levi, Rin x Dabi + Mineyo x Rin

favourite colour: mustard yellow! Just such a pretty colour and so cheerful!

currently consuming: the daggerheart one shot hehehehe! So now I’m planning ideas for a daggerheart oc for when me and my sister make our characters!

first ship: anakin x padme…. forever a precious ship to me

place of birth: South England, UK

current location: 30 mins from my birth place lmao, I’ve moved a lot tho

relationship status: single pringle as always but my brain clearly is pining cus I keep having dreams about having a partner…

last movie: oh daymn… uhhh idk I don’t really watch films anymore! I think it was Suzume!

currently working on: oh BOY so many things! I’m making the invites, seating plan, table decorations and other bits for my sisters wedding, I also need to make a curtain for our stair window cus it freaks my dad out lmao, more crochet designs for my Etsy shop (critical role characters and Disney princesses are in progress), timelines for my ocs which is taking FOREVER cus i ain’t no writer, more drawings for my ocs, my oc publication, MULTIPLE ideas for oc art and just never ending odd projects cus i CANT. STOP. OH and all the planning for mummas fundraiser/birthday! So it’s a lot aha

are you named after anyone? Not my first name, but my dad went to a garden centre the day my sister was born and chose 2 flowers for our middle names, so she’s Molly Jasmine and I’m Jessica Rose!

when was the last you cried? Uhhh idk I cry a lot, half the time I don’t even realise I am. Probably on the weekend when I was feeling shit

do you have kids? AHAHAHA no. I have 0 intention of having my own children but whenever I’m financially stable (and potentially with someone) I wanna adopt/foster as many kids as I can!

what sports do you play/have you played? When I was younger I played football, hate it now. I play games at work with the kids a lot but nothing legit

do you use sarcasm? I’m British. So what do you think?

what is the first thing you notice about people? Their eyes and smiles! I can tell when someone isn’t smiling genuinely tbh

what is your eye color? Hazel but got a lot of green in them

scary movies or happy endings? Scary movies. That way I can create my own happy endings while enjoying the carnage hehe

any talents? I don’t really believe in ‘talents’, I prefer to think that anyone can CREATE a talent through practice and dedication. I guess you could say my art skills are a talent, but again I practiced for my whole life so it’s not really a talent more than determination. I can also cook decently, dance/sing okay, but they’re not talents to me, just passions

where were you born? The shit hole called England.

what are your hobbies? Oh FUCK I have way too many… drawing, crocheting, editing, writing, reading, watching anime, creating characters + content, puzzles, painting, diamond painting, organising and SO MANY MORE

do you have any pets? I doooo! I have 1 doggo named Harley and she is my pride and joy, I love her sm

how tall are you? 5 foot 11 and a half, so I just say 6 foot

favorite subject in school? Art, history, dance, drama and IT

dream job? Freelance artist or concept artists. Tho the latter is less likely nowadays cus yknow… everything is fucked from AI…

[star-mum]

Live Star Reaction - The Maze Runner

How did this movie evade me for so many years I have no idea

Stopping to think about it, I actually haven't seen any of the big dystopian teen dramas so now I get to play catch up !!

Was that a pig ?

Okay i know literally NOTHING about the plot so I'm just as lost as you are Dylan O'Brien

"he's all yours" ex-squeeze me? Green bean ???

OKAY NAMES TIME !!! or not i guess... memory wipe looove that

WHO'S THEY ?????

i like Alby, he seems nice (he's absolutely dying ain't he?)

N E W T !!!! I know him 👀 hello accent 👀

if Chuck dies to shift the tone or raise the stakes, I'm gonna personally hunt the producers for sport

MINHO IS SOOOO HOOOOOT !!!! OH MY GOD

Dylan you JUST got here can you listen to this poor kid ? before you get him killed (preferably)

"we gotta stop meeting like this" alright 🍓

is the maze like ... "alive" ?

"light him up" WHY'D YOU SAY HIM ???

you didn't tell me Newt had an accent 🥺

this movie would've NUMBERS in my mind palace at age what 12 ??? how old was I when this came out?

(i was 11 by the way, if you cared)

I can't believe how hot this cast is, EVERYTIME i see Minho I feel the need to scream (THEY KEEP SHOWING HIM FROM FAR AWAY LOOKING COOL AND MYSTERIOUS)

There is so much sexual tension between Will Pouter and Dylan O'Brien sksksksk was it supposed to be this way ?

DYLAN YOU CANT !! HE TOO BIG !!

SKSKSKSK GETS DROPPED ON HIS HEAD -> remembers his name (i fucking love that)

I guess I gotta stop calling him by his actor's name now ;-; fine Thomas

when he gave Thomas the knife I thought we were doing some sort of blood oath (that's for girls in sleepovers only, I forgot)

that's a very shallow grave...

ARE THEY GETTING INFECTED BY THE MAZE ??????

STUNG BY WHAT ???? I hate this movie sksksksk you can have a little exposition as a treat nO TOO MUCH THO PUT THAT DOWN

THERE SHE IS !!!!! I was obsessed with this actress as kid (despite not watching ANYTHING she was in) cause I found out she's half brazilian

is he there as a spy ? Is he supposed to push them all to their limits so only the strongest make it out

"Alby knows better than any of us" HE'S GONNA DIE IN THERE !!!!

(Newt might be my favorite... are we surprised or is this still part of a pattern) (this could change as I see more of the other boys)

HE'S GONNA HAVE TO DROP ALBY NOOOOOO

OH THAT SCENE WAS A THOUGHT WATCH !!! i hate the walls closing in

yeeeaahhh it's Minho time baaabyyyy !!!!

*minho shoves thomas against the wall* 😯🫣

IS THAT A SPIDER ROBOT ????? THAT'S HUMAN MADE !!! I WAS EXPECTING THEM TO BE REAL CREATURES NOT ROBOTS

SUUUNNY YOU DIDN'T TELL ME THERE WERE SPIDER CREATURES !! WHY DO THEY LOOK LIKE THAT

Chuck is so happy they're alive 🥺🥺 he was waiting for the boys outside the maze 🥺🥺

(he's absolutely dying at some point, to make us feel something)

C'mon Gally you're just mad you weren't the big hero of the day

he's soooooo jealous

IS SHE HERE ???? IS THE GIRL HERE ???? IDK HER NAME, KAYA SCODELARIO IS IT YOU ???? (yes it is :3)

oh those other nameless boys are supes dying here aren't they :/

IT'S A CAMERA ISN'T IT ???? TO WATCH THEM ???? or a tracker ?

"you okay, Fry?" oh he's got a name !! thank god !!

took a quick little trip to google and NEWT'S ACTOR PLAYED FERB ???? IN PHINEAS AND FERB ???? THAT'S WHY I RECOGNIZED HIS VOICE ?????

"Throw one more of those thing- OW" KSSKSSKKS SHE'S EVERYTHING TO ME

"for all we know this thing could kill him" he's already dying ! THANK YOU THOMAS

we're only finding out what outside the maze on the last movie aren't we ? ;-;

im so fucking serious, if anything happens to Chuck, Im gonna go crazy (he's my son and I care so much about him)

Noooo he gave the little toy to Thomas !!! he's gonna fucking dieeeeeee

"we call them the blades" that's a different movie

THAT'S SO MUCH BETTER THAN A CAMERA !!!! OOOOHHHHH

WHAT IS THIS PLACE ??? WHO BUILT THIS SUPER MARIO LEVEL LOOKING ASS MAZE ????

"Yeah you've been here 3 years and you're still here" SKSKSKSKS

FINALLY some answers !!!

Why did we leave Alby alone, he's gonna kill himself in there

"the doors aren't closing" *looks directly into camera* i wonder who's dying tonight 😐

so the fire both worked and did nothing ??? at the same time ???

NOOOOOOOOO MY SON !!!!!

OH MY GOD ! LET'S GO ALBY !!!!! WHAT ??? NOOOOO

*poisons himself* Thomas is fucking crazy NSKSKSKS i kinda love it

WE'RE NOT EVEN THERE ?????? ARE WE ???? IS THIS A MATRIX KINDS THING ???? WE'RE IN PODS ?????

"it's not a prison is a test" *Jim's the camera* do i have the world's biggest brain or what ? (the movie has been setting this "twist" up from the beginning)

"this isn't banishing, its an offering" i love seeing characters descend into madness, specially when they speed run that shit the moment a little something goes wrong

I love that teresa is putting her hair up cause obviously this is not the moment to have hair on your face BUT SHE DOES THE WORLD'S WORST AND LOSER PONYTAIL !!!!! THE HAIR IS STILL ALL OVER HER FACE !!!!

NOOOOO MY SON !!!!! STOP TEASING HIS DEATH PLEASE

*Exit door* SKSKSKS what the fuck, that's too easy

ooohh shit ppl are very fucking dead, did we do this? Dylan O'Brien was this you?

THE ENDING IS JUST DANGANRONPA !!!! WHAT THE FUCK SKSKSKS

"he's been stung" eeh he'll survive worst, im sure

YOU WERE THE SPY !!!! BUT FOR THE OTHER TEAM !!!!!

CHUCK WAS GONNA SACRIFICE HIMSELF NO NO NO NO

THAT'S MY SON !!!! NOOOOO FOR REAL THIS TIME !!! NOOOOOOOO

They teased his death so many times !!!! what to hide that he was marked from the beginning ???? I ALREADY KNEW THAT !!! I WAS RAISED ON STARKID DUDE I WILL ALWAYS PICK UP ON FORESHADOWING

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

"Dont worry, your safe now" I dont trust you

IF THEY KNEW WE WERE IN THERE, THEN WHY NOT RESCUE US FROM THE MAZE ???? WHY WAIT ????

WHAT A BITCH !!!! IT WAS ALL FAKE ?????

im gonna have to watch the sequel immediately, I hate it here (i don't actually, but I NEED answers)