#i mean .... if youre gonna haunt the ladys restroom.........

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[derekmorganscrocs]

Nancy Drew 2x9

Thoughts While Watching

Spoiler Alert!!

Aw no poor bess. AW PLATANCHOR ACE! Oh besties so cute. Poor bess oh no

Odette coming through with the pessimistic vibes about the day. Me. Always. “Nickolas” HAHAH Odette please. She’s so sassy. “No I’m not au-revoiring, you are.” Nick pls. GEORGES TATTOOS- George is gonna die omfg. Pls Nick is the only logical one here. OF COURSE IT WAS GONNA GET STOLEN YOU PUT IT IN YOUR DAMN LOCKER.

oh it’s probably Gil, not Grant. Sorry I thought you were a murderer grant. NOT THE PIE. why’d ace sound so sad about the pie. TELL ME STONER BOY DIDNT SNITCH.

AW ACE THE LIL FLOWER. “Aw Ace I’m so happy for you :) now I’m gonna die :)”. I think that Grant is an informant or something.

Sassy thief bad boy, I like. But I also don’t bc he’s tryna kill george. PROTECTIVE NICK! Detective Nick 😏. OH ACEMANDA, okay. Ohh

Okay wait I kinda feel bad for Gil. But mans is still going to end george. Oh Nick is v hot okay. Protective Nick. I love him. And Gil is kinda noble despite the whole killing george and theft thing ngl.

Carson coming thru. Of course, king Carson thanks babe. “Ok can GEORGE weigh in?” Pls george you’re funny.

BESS OMG WHAT R THOSE? TONGS? Carson and Bess moment funny. “Are you alright?” He sounds so fine with it but also so concerned. AW CARSON FATHERING BESS TOO PLS I LOVE HIM. The Drew Crew is now Carson’s Crew Of Baby Ducks.

Okay I mean at least Amanda didn’t spill. She’s so pretty too!!! Okay but I kinda like the bobseys ngl. Sorry guys. Gil is also very hot. I bet their mom either isn’t dead or is gonna show up as a ghost?? Okay but I feel bad for them no. Oh do I smell an Acemanda scavenger hunt?

NO NO NO NOT THE FANSON FIGHT. AW NO PLS I LOVE THEM. HES PROPOSING?! Oh no nvm. DO NOT BREAK UP. DO NOT. Fanson scavenger hunt?

Oh is that b dead? No nvm they’re still breathing. OH GIL JUST DIPPED. Patience impaired- MOOD. OH THAT WAS HOT “wasn’t this more fun than picking a lock” WOAH THERE BUCKO. YEAH BUT WOAH.

“Am I crying too loud” BESS IS A MOOD. Aww Carson is trying to distract her, please omg. Dad Carson is so cute. LAWYER BESS, LAWYER BESS.

Oh that’s creepy. NOT A BASEMENT- NANCY UR DUMB. OH THAT WAS SO FUCKING SCARY WHYD THIS PRINCE PHILLIP LOOKING MF JUMP LIKE THAT- NOT THE BASEMENT. fake wall? Yeah Gil break down that wall. OH GOD IS THAT HIS MOM?

HE STASHES THINGS BESIDE THE POLICE STATION- WHAT?! I love that. Acemanda could be cute though? Maybe? Idk I need to decide if I can share.

ODETTE IS BACK. Nick is so over it. WHY IS SHE SO SALTY ABT BEING STUCK IN GEORGE LMFAO. PLS “granite, limestone. Be done with it” ODETTE I CANT. She’s outta pocket. “Oh, well. Odette called me an idiot.” PLS NICK AND ODETTE ARE SO FUNNY.

Oh it’s just drawings, I thought it was a body. Poor Gil :( wait I actually feel bad. Ok I’m here for Gil but he’s pissing me off with this whole shroud thing. DONT KILL GEORGE, U HOE. Mommy’s ghost is boutta show up. NO WAIT WHAT IF SHE WAS KILLED BY A GHOST. she totally was. HAHA nancy got caught. I laugh but that was awkward.

KILLED BY GHOST, OBVIOUSLY. “We’ve heard great things about your restrooms.” PLS. Ace knowing nothing about art. NANCY ITS UNKOWN THEYRE OBVS NOT GONNA HAVE THE NAME.

Dad Carson aw. Pls besties Bess and Carson. AWWW THERE WASNT EVEN A HEARING. Carson should just adopt the entire Drew Crew. LAWYER BESS! LAWYER BESS! I WANT LAWYER BESS! Dad Carson please adopt me too. REASSURANCE. I LOVE.

“Technically they sold it to nick” “What?” PLS NICK/ACE IS SO FUNNY TO ME. besties are so funny. SHES NOT DEAD I TOLD YALL SHES NOT DEAD. IF GEORGE DIES I WILL RIOT.

GIL YOU NEED TO CHILL. SIR. PLEASE DO NOT DO IT. DONT DO IT. Oop Nancy is already there. SHES STILL ALIVE I TOLD YOU GUYS. please poor Gil. Aw, I feel so bad. She was definitely actually being haunted, but I digress. No please poor Amanda. “Why would she tell you but not me?” HIS VOICE GOT SO SMALL. TWIN MOMENT. okay but Amanda coming thru for the Drew Crew. WOOHOO GIL REDEMPTION!

“Cheer up Boss.” IF BESS DOESNT KEEP CALLING NICK BOSS ILL BE UPSET. “There’s still an old timey French lady living in my girlfriend.” AW OMG. ODETTE NO-

GEORGE NO. NONONO. oh thank god nick and Bess got there. Bess coming through with the lawyering. Nice. Bess crashing and burning here. “If you do this to george I wont have to imagine it. George deserves to live.” NICK- FANSON- CRYING. CRYING. OMFG HE LOVES HER. NICK I LOVE YOU. FANSON. HUG HUG HUG SWEET CUTE WOW. tag yourself, I’m bess crying in the background.

Nancy and Ace- “says the guy dating his twin sister” HE GAVE HER HIS HOODIE. I AM JEALOUS NGL. I’m very immersed in this, don’t Judge me. NOT THE BANANA CREAM PIE, NANCY PLS. oh they’re holding hands???

Acemanda on the boardwalk, the writers are stealing my ideas, smh. See: The Dumpster Fire I Call Life (linked below) OMG “I only need one” THAT WAS VERY CUTE AND I HATE IT. PLS STOP. JEALOUSY. CUE MR. BRIGHTSIDE- TPAIN SANS LE T- WAIT A DAMN MINUTE. ITS HIS BROTHER?! DO I SMELL FRANK HARDY?

Sister’s Thoughts:

“Why is Ace dressed like a fifth grader?” (It was the blue jacket with the green zipper that made her think that lmao)

“I’m just me, without any secrets,” Carson said.

“Except for your secret boyfriend.” My sister is the number one Caryan shipper.

“Aw Nick is the ghost possessing your girlfriend bullying you? Poor muffin.”

DUMPSTER FIRE FIC LINK:

[realityhelixcreates]

Beta, Theta, and Me

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Thor (Movies), Avengers (Movies) Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: PG Warnings: Swearing, Homelessness, Minor Nudity Relationships: Loki x Reader (But not right now) Characters: Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Pepper Potts, Thor(Marvel), Loki(Marvel) Additional Tags:  A/B/O, Sorta, More Of An Exploration Of Life And Self Expression Within An A/B/O Framework, Loki Does What He Wants, But Loki Does Not Actually Do What He Wants, This First Chapter Is Mostly Setup, Bear With Me

Summary:  A homeless drifter enters a building, and wanders into a new life.

It was starting to get warm again. The danger of freezing to death on the streets was passing, but that meant a new danger approached: people. More people out and about meant more opportunities for you, but more danger as well.

More people meant more to beg from, but also more people that would be willing to hurt you in some way or another. It also meant more competition from other street people, who you knew from experience, absolutely were willing to hurt you.

You were surprisingly good at surviving out here on the streets. It wasn't ideal, not by a long shot. You suffered, you shivered, you starved, just like everyone else out here. But you didn't get sick as much as the others, you always seemed to know the best places and targets for begging. You were still relatively young, and could feign cuteness.

Most of the people out here were betas. Alphas didn't generally end up homeless, and Omegas were usually snapped up before it could happen to them. Just another example of social inequality.

You were no Omega, but you had the same, strong sense of smell. It helped you avoid danger sometimes, and choose begging targets-mostly Omegas, who were soft. Your dumbass, prepper parents had at least taught you some useful survival skills: climbing, rough shelter, even what weeds could be eaten. Sure, you weren't supposed to eat things that grew close to roads or buildings, but you were also eating literal garbage sometimes, so you were in no position to worry about that.

While the city center wasn't your usual haunt, with its hostile architecture, and its increased police presence, you had accidentally fallen asleep on the subway, and this was where they had kicked you out. It was a long walk back to the suburbs you liked to hide in, and you really had to pee.

The Avenger's Tower Museum was a landmark now, and a tourist trap. It was easy to slip in and find a restroom. With everybody so caught up in learning about famous heroes, no one paid attention to a random patron, even if she was dirtier that the usual visitor.

You knew the Avengers had a separate training compound somewhere out in the countryside, but that they could sometimes also be found here. You knew Tony Stark, in particular, had moved back to the upper reaches of the tower, after his house had been blown up. Perils of being a superhero, you supposed. You hoped they weren't here today. You were going to take advantage, and it felt a bit wrong if the heroes were here.

The bathroom was big, and the stalls were spacious and sparkling clean. You felt like a mud smear on the immaculate walls. Well, that was okay, you were hoping to take care of that problem, at least a little bit.

You hid out in one of the stalls, stripping your shirt off, but leaving your jacket on. You'd done this a few times before, and it was always risky, and took forever, but you had to clean up somehow.

When there was no one in the bathroom with you, you rushed out of the stall, soaked your shirt in the sink, wrung it out slightly, then dashed back into the stall. With the door locked behind you, you stripped off your bra and jacket, then began scrubbing yourself with your wet shirt. Darting back out, you got some soap, and rubbed it all over yourself back in the stall. You cleaned your whole body this way, drying yourself off with your sweatpants.

Now for the hard part.

Partially dressed, you soaked, soaped, and scrubbed each article of clothing in turn, hanging them around the stall to dry. This part took forever, and was extra risky, but it wasn't as if you had anything else to do today, and you didn't get the opportunity to clean your clothes very often.

It proved to be too risky. Someone must have noticed that you were acting suspicious, because the next thing you knew you were being hauled, half dressed, out of the bathroom and across the main floor. They were actually going to toss you out on the street without even all your clothes on!

“Oh hey, what do we have here?” Someone asked. It was a voice that didn't seem used to being ignored.

“Just a drifter, Mr. Stark. We caught her shooting up in the bathroom.” One of the security guards said. You both bristled at the total lie, and sank at the sound of the mans name. You hadn't wanted any of them to see you.

“I was not!” You protested. “I was washing up! There's nothing against the law about getting clean!”

“Is that why she's naked?” Stark asked, a little incredulous over what he was seeing.

“I was drying my clothes, but they pulled me out of the stall before I could get them back on.” You grumbled, not expecting anything to come of it. Maybe he would get you your clothes back before you were tossed out. Otherwise, you would be needing to dig around for a pair of pants.

“Seriously? All those training videos I pay for, and you really think throwing a half-dressed woman out on the street is part of acceptable procedure?” Stark snorted. “No, no, no. You-” He pointed at you with a flourish of his hand. “Come with me. And you two get ready for some sensitivity training sessions.”

He led you away from the security guards and staring tourists, into the back hallways used by staff. It vaguely occurred to you that you ought to be distrustful of being a homeless, half-naked woman practically alone in a hidden hallway with a powerful man, but...well, he was Iron Man. Yes, he had a reputation as a former womanizer, but no one had yet come forward to say that any of it hadn't been consensual.

Besides, if he really was like that, Mrs. Potts probably would have torn his spine out through his ass. As Alphas went, she seemed the very no-nonsense type. Maybe not arrogant, so much as not willing to put up with much in the way of shenanigans. Perhaps she'd chosen the wrong mate. Or perhaps her influence kept him from getting into even more trouble than he already did.  

“Were your clothes dry? Do you want me to send someone to get them?”

“Nah, they were still pretty wet. I was just gonna put them on and leave. I really wasn't doing anything wrong, seriously. I just wanted to wash up and get out. Didn't wanna bother nobody. But they are still hanging in the stall, so someone oughta get them.”

“Okay, can do. Here.” He tapped a code into a pad, and a closet door opened up. Peeking inside, you saw a lot of very organized janitorial equipment, including carts, vacuums, waxing machines, and uniforms. Stark pointed at those. “Get yourself some pants, please. I feel like a sleazebag here.”

You grabbed some pants as he turned his back.

“Get yourself a shirt too. And one of those vests. And a hat.” He said, and you did, putting on the new clothes. “I swear, my whole security team makes me look like some kind of tyrant. They're so severe! I mean, I guess that's what I should have expected, hiring on former S.H.I.E.L.D. agents. But they needed jobs after Nat dropped that truth bomb about HYDRA all over the internet...You knew about that, right?”

“Yeah, I think squids living under a rock at the bottom of the ocean even heard about that.”

“Well, they're good people, mostly, but they're just so serious. They had to be, to do their former jobs, and they just brought it with them into this job. It doesn't occur to them that tossing a naked lady out onto the street makes me look really bad, and isn't very nice to you either. Even if you were getting high in the bathroom, I don't really care. I'm not perfect, I've indulged in the occasional magic brownie. Can't judge. Grab that cart will you? Wall chart says it's about time for that bathroom to get cleaned.”

The man was an absolute chatterbox, and you had your hands on the cart before it registered that he had even said it. Was that how he always got his way? You were no Omega, and he was no Alpha, but he was powerful nonetheless, and he overwhelmed you with words. You just found yourself doing whatever it was he said.

You followed him out to the bathroom, fully dressed, and dragging the cart behind you, expecting to collect your wet clothes and leave.

“Now, don't forget to put on your gloves, and one of these masks here, so you don't breathe in the cleaners. You know,” He said at your bewildered glance. “Since you like cleaning things so much.”

“U-um...”

“Code's twenty-four thirty, check the wall chart for what's next. You can read and write?”

“Yes...?”

“Great! I'll get an application sent to you at the end of the shift. Have fun!”

He strode off into the crowd without a second glance back, and disappeared into the crowd, leaving you deeply confused, hopeful, and just a little repulsed.

You had a job now, it seemed. All of a sudden, you were gainfully employed. He had the power to completely reorder your life on a whim. That was terrifying, but also an opportunity you didn't want to let slip. If he was feeling generous, you would take advantage of it.

You put on a pair of gloves, and slipped a paper mask over your face. It was time to go to work.

                                                                                                                                                  *****

This was a little harder than you had thought it would be. Since you hadn't done this before, or gotten any training at all, you were mostly just guessing what cleaners to use, and what proper toilet cleaning procedure might be. You weren't sure how to open the automatic paper towel dispensers in order to put in new rolls, or where to put the wet floor sign when you mopped. Also, people kept coming in and ruining your work, though you supposed that was part of the point.

It took about an hour for you to get the whole place scrubbed, restocked, and shining. You had cleaned every speck of dust or dirt, and paid close attention to every tiny detail. That ought to be satisfactory.

You wheeled the cart back into the Employee's Only halls, only to be stopped by a tall, frowning woman.

“Who are you?” She demanded. “Who told you you could take this cart?”

“New hire.” You said, hoping she would see that you were busy and let you go on your way. You didn't like the look of her.

“I wasn't informed of any new hire!”

“Very new. Just came on this morning.”

She grasped the cart, stopping you in place.

“I run the janitorial department. I wasn't informed of any new hire. I'm notifying security.”

“Mr. Stark brought me on himself!” You protested. “Just this morning! It was real sudden, but that's what happened.”

“Bullshit. I'll just ask him directly, shall I?” She whipped out a very smart looking phone, and pressed a single digit on its nearly flat face.

A minute passed. Dragged. Stretched. The woman's' frown grew deeper, and you struggled to refrain from sarcastic comments about her perceived self-importance.

Finally, the phone picked up.

“Yo.” Came Stark's bored voice.

“I've caught a vagrant in the D-3 hallway. She's either trying to steal or to spy. She says you personally hired her this morning.”

“Huh? Who?”

Your heart sank. Seemed like the game was over.

“Oh yeah! She's our newest janitor. Real passion for cleaning.”

“Wh-really? But sir!”

“Don't worry. Florence. Didn't you just send me an email suggesting you were short-handed since Anne got married? Well, there you go! Problem solved, and almost immediately. Get along now. Bye!”

“But-” The phone went dark again. You were honestly surprised he had answered in the first place. The man was a billionaire, on top of the world, a hero and one of the most famous figures mankind had ever known. Smash together King Tut, Einstein, and Elvis, and the resulting super-person would still have nothing on the fame of Anthony Stark. And 'Florence' here was a grump who seemed to think a bit too much of her own importance.

She glared at you. You shrugged.

“Fine. Show me what you did.”

You took her to the bathroom, proudly showing off your sparkling work.

“So you took this cart at nine fourty-six, and have only gotten back now...it took you an hour to do this?”

You weren't completely in love with her tone.

“Where did you get your training?”

“Uh...”

“Thought so. He just grabbed you and tossed you into this didn't he? Look, taking a whole hour to clean one bathroom is not going to cut it. This building is ninety-three floors, and each one has several bathrooms which, incidentally, will not be the only things you will be expected to clean. You will have to speed up.”

She glanced around. “I see what you've done here. You've scrubbed literally everything. Behind the toilets. The underside of the sinks. The trash cans. You can't do this every time. It'll just take too long. You need to learn the basics before you start doing all the extra stuff.”

Well that was new. Getting reprimanded for doing your job too well.

“Come along. We'll do another bathroom. I'll show you the basics.”

You followed her out of the bathroom and into the hidden halls.

“We don't go wheeling the bathroom carts out among the museum tours.” She lectured. “Even though we are cleaners, anything associated with toilets becomes associated with filth, in the laymans eyes. There are maps here and there, but if you think you're going to work here, you'll get the layout memorized quickly.”

You spent another hour and a half learning basic bathroom cleaning techniques. This was apparently what you would be spending most of your time on. Every bathroom on the ten museum floors was scheduled to be cleaned once per two hours, and every bathroom on the dozens of office and lab floors at least three times per day. You would not be alone in doing this task, but since, as had been pointed out, the janitorial team was shorthanded, you would have to do many of them, and you would have to learn to do it fast. Florence didn't seem terribly convinced that you would be able to.

She sure had a lot to say about you; carefully cloaked jabs at your appearance, hygiene, and intelligence. She even seemed to insinuate that you smelled bad, on the elevator up to the highest level of labs that you would be given access to. You felt that was rather unfair; you had technically just washed, and you were even wearing fresh clothes!

Upon disembarking the elevator, Florence led you to each of the bathrooms on the floor, and you glanced into the labs. Away from the museum, you didn't have to sneak through hidden halls to avoid being spotted by the general public, and could see what was going on around you.

There was a lot of...very sciency stuff going on in those labs, and you didn't understand a lick of it. But it might be nice to learn sometime.

A loud, but faraway sound penetrated the lab, like a roaring wind. You'd have guessed that it really was nothing but the wind, rushing around the building, dozens of floors higher into the air than you'd ever been, except...

Except that everyone, Florence included, paused in what they were doing, and looked toward the ceiling. As if they'd heard it before, and knew it heralded something. One man, far down the hall, left his lab and booked it to another elevator.

“What was that?” You asked, mildly nervous.

“Nothing we need to concern ourselves with.” She answered. “We should go back downstairs. Khalil should be getting in soon; I'll have him show you how the floor waxers work, and where the box and trash compactors are, while I scrape you up an application, and get you entered into the system.”

As she led you away, a column of prismatic, screaming light faded from a special platform, far, far above you, and two people stepped onto the very top floor of the tower.

[kim-isnt-seaweed]

I want to sleeep but i cant cause if i lay down i feel like im gonna choke and apparently if i am not completely laying down i cant sleep either.

So lets use this time, of pain and feeling like im in some episode of naked and afraid in a desseret despite downing water every 5 seconds, lets talk about sleep paralysis.

If you dont know what it is, its when -correct me if im wrong- your body is asleep but not the rest of you, so like its freaky.

In Colombia, we say it's because a witch is laying on you, by that i mean it in a litteral sense, we(not everyone obviously) still very much believe in them gals and we are terrified of them, thus if you experience sleep paralysis sometimes people will immediately assume it was a spooky lady trynna fuck you up (i am very scared of them and even saying the word please dont judge me). although they usually always say they only haunt men, and you only hear these stories from men, so either women are less prone to this or both explanations are true idk, but imagine a poor sucker that suffers from both.

Anyway, i grew up believing that until a few years back where i learned about sleep paralysis (i still believe in the other reason too, my family is too got damn superstitious for me not to) but again i just didnt think that was something that could happen to me, idk. However to date i have expereiend it two times for sure and other two times i am not quite sure what the fuck that was, but lets start from the beginning:

1. The first time was probably two years ago, T (my boyfriend at the time) my FIL and I had gone to my FIL's home town 4 hours away, we were coming back to Seoul and since I had the whole back seat to myself I just spread out and fell asleep. Next thing I remember was waking up, facing the seats (my back towards the front seats) and not being able to move, I remember trying to talk and move around, I could hear them clearly but I won't able to make my body move, I tried screaming but nothing, I then kept thinking to myself "please one of you shake me up!" But then I suddenly opened (?) My eyes and I was like "that sucked"

2. Maybe last year? I was in bed when I suddenly "woke up" I felt like I was choking soi was struggling, again hoping T would shake me, I remember just seeing the dark ceiling (thank god) then I kinda realized I must be having sleep paralysis again so I relaxed and fell back to sleep.

Now for the other two that were kinda like sleep paralysis but I am not sure. If you are wondering "how does she remember her dreams? She must be lying" believe what you will but I have so many crazy ass dreams I just tend to remember many or at least an important part of it.

3. I was having a dream, it was a normal dream nothing really crazy but I remember in one part I was in a room and this guy came in and I felt that something cringy was about to happen so I was told myself to wake up (a skill I learned to do when I was little and having nightmares) only when i "woke up" I wasn't able to move, I was facing my blanket but i couldn't move or speak so i -I swear on my life this is actually what I thought- "fuck I didn't wake up all the way, go back to sleep then" I went back to sleep, the dream rewinded itself or something and then I woke up and I had to wake T up too because that was weird. So either it was sleep paralysis or just a very interactive dream idk.

4. It was last week, again I was asleep and I was having a dream, but as a really lucid lifelike dream, there was nothing dream like about it. The first thing I remember from the dream was me being out of bed, I remember seeing T and our cat sound asleep curled up in bed when I left the room so I realized it was right probably right before sunrise because of the bluish lighting in our house, everything seemed because I do tend to get up at all hours of the night to use the bathroom, but then as soon as I stepped out of our rooms doorway about to move forward I fainted or at least I think I fainted, it all went dark and then when I woke up it was the same setting, our normal house at dawn just as if you had passed out in real life, but then I noticed I couldn't move. My eyes were seen the house around me but I wasn't able to move, I tried calling out for T, I tried wiggling and just when I felt like I couldn't breathe, I realized 1. How could the sound of a body hitting the floor not wake our cat up (T is a heavy sleeper so no surprise there) 2? And most importantly I couldn't remember waking up and having to climb over a cat and a grown man to get of out bed ( our bed is in a tiny room and my side is against the wall so if I want to get out I literally have to climb over T, something I always complain about.) All I could remember was just suddenly standing next to them and then leaving the room. With this in mind i was like "I must still be asleep and dreaming" so I willed myself to wake up and i haven't been able to stop thinking about that dream since because it felt like sleep paralysis but I don't know for sure if it was since I wasn't like "oh my mind is in reality but my body isn't" it was more like "my body is in reality and neither is my mind" so can you have sleep paralysis while your mind is still asleep and dreaming?? But then again why was the dream so..normal and life like? Its a scenario that can actually happen in real life, me getting up at dawn when the house is dark anymore but the sun isn't shining yet, everyone else is still asleep and all I'm really going to do is use the restroom.

Don't get me wrong I have had my fair share of lucid dreams but they still had their sprinkle of crazy in them,one where my dead father appeared crucified in the middle of church saying something Although I knew it was a dream because his parents were there and their Jehovah's witnesses, they wouldn't step foot in a Catholic church even if you pointed a gun at them, the other one it was my families apartment at the time and it was overrun by hell creatures (fun fact I had gotten into a fight with my mom about God and religion before bed sooo yeh) one of those little bastards scratched me and when I woke up my hand actually hurt and another recent one was that I died, I went to an office, god was there (he had an eyepatch) and he then sent me back to earth, that's thing I saw before wakeing up was falling down to earth.

So there you have it, those are my experiences with sleep paralysis, and some crazy dreams of mine as well. Now i will see if i can finall go to sleep, good night!

[brenmcm]

Gorgeous

You should take it as a compliment That I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk…   

The night I fell in love with a total stranger was the beginning of the end for me. It happened too fast for anyone to recognize or even understand, really. I’m the one it happened to and I still don’t understand how it happened.

It was a simple night out with friends, and I was sipping my usual old fashion. We had just gotten off a long week, and we were ready to unwind and enjoy the weekend. I felt him in the air before I saw him, it sounds crazy but believe me it’s true. I felt a chill run down my spine and throughout my entire body. Looking over my shoulder confused from the sudden chill, that was the moment I locked eyes with the most piercing pair of eyes I have ever seen. That was the moment I knew I had to have him, for the evening if not longer. However, that was also the exact moment that I was hit the reminder that I was far from single.

That evening played out just like most others, except the fact that me and Mr. Gorgeous were having the most intense staring contest known to man. When I was tipsy enough to actually speak to him, he came to me. His voice was like music to my ears. He had this thick southern accent, that made me weak at the knees. I couldn’t speak, so I did what anyone would do in that situation. I mocked him, and if I wasn’t already in love by that moment his laugh hit me with the knockout. We talked for what felt like hours, when I had to be pulled away.  All that speaking to him, I never got his name.

 You should take it as a compliment That I'm talking to everyone here but you...

 It wasn’t until months later, when I finally saw him again. Within those months I did everything I could to forget him. I started new hobbies, tried desperately (and failed) to fall in love with my now ex-boyfriend. Nothing worked, I had given up hope by January but fate had other plans for me.

My best friend, Rukia, was having a party thrown by her fiancé to celebrate her birthday. She was turning 27, and their wedding was only a few months away. So, Renji thought it would be a good idea to do something for her to help her relax and to take her mind off wedding prep. Obviously, I was completely behind the idea.

It was meant to be a small gathering, but by midway through the evening their flat was packed with people. Some who I didn’t even know, I often forget that Rukia and Renji have friends outside of our main group. Mr. Gorgeous being one of them. I don’t know why I was so surprised, I knew Renji was on the force. He was one of the detectives, he would talk about his friend Gin, who happened to be a part of a different branch of the force, but I never thought anything of it until we were in the same room together.  Everything I knew about Gin from Renji hit me like freight train, from his womanizing and personality to his mysterious past. 

I did everything that night to ignore him, he was trouble. The way he walked, the way he talked, all screamed ‘Run, Rangiku, Run!’. So, I actually listened to the voice in my head for once. Whenever his eyes met mine, I would look at anything that wasn’t him. If I needed to go the restroom, I would use the one attached to Rukia’s bedroom. It was so painfully obvious that I was avoiding him, I felt like a schoolgirl with a stupid crush. But I knew that if I even spoke to him, I would most likely end up in his bed and heartbroken tomorrow morning.

 Ocean blue eyes looking in mine I feel like I might sink and drown and die...

 By mid-June, I merely dreamt about his eyes. I rarely thought about him, to that fact I am thankful. I even adopted a cat. Whenever he come into my thoughts, I would throw myself into whatever I was doing. That helped me forget about the ‘what ifs’ and the ‘if onlys’, I usually schemed up when it came to Gin. I have gotten really, really good at yoga.

 And you should think about the consequence Of you touching my hand in the darkened room...

 Which brings me to my current situation… Rukia and Renji’s ceremony was beautiful. I cried more tears than I knew I could produce. They are surrounded by so many loved ones, and that is all I want for them. However, in my quest to forget Mr. Gorgeous I forgot that his name would be on the guest list. So, you can imagine my shock when I saw him again. Walking in with a date. I felt like all efforts to forget him just fly out the window along with all my dreams of love.

So, here I sit in a table sipping my usual old fashion staring, no glaring at Gin and his date. She is beautiful, and literally everything I am not. I have a full figure and striking face that men go crazy for, and this women is petite and reserved. I need air, and being this far out of the city for once gives me a perfect excuse to enjoy the countryside.

I find an old playground with a swing set, and I know that my night is officially done. I brought a bottle of wine out with me, so I wouldn’t have to go back into my own personal hell again. I’m not sure how much time has passed but the music is slowly becoming softer and I know that means the party is dying down but not over.

I slow to stop on my swing, to look at the stars and relish in their beauty. I close my eyes and take a breath. When I open them, I am met with those same eyes that have been haunting me since nearly a year ago.

“Ya gonna ignore me all night again, or can I ask ya dance?” He whispered. “’Cause I dunno if I can take that rejection again.”

“What about your date? Wouldn’t she be upset about you waltzing in the arms of another women?” I smugly.

“My date, huh. Well, if the Chief gets mad ‘bout me dancing with another lady, I might have’t let Isane know that her wife has a little more than sweet spot for me.” He grinned like he had just won award. “But I doubt that’ll happen, so how about it?”

 Guess I'll just stumble on home to my cats Alone, unless you wanna come along…

[juicy-cookie]

Through The Valley - Chapter 2

Fic Summary: A deeper look into The Sanctuary.

Boy meets girl. Girl meets boy. Boy has a weird obsession with a baseball bat, promiscuity and the word “fuck”. Girl has to find out if she can look past these things. Also, zombies and shit.

AO3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10075958/chapters/22663040

Pairing: Negan X OFC

Chapter Summary: Meet the Missus!

The sun was high in the sky over the small street. The five men on top of the elementary school were drenched in sweat and were itching to get off the roof. The atmosphere was tense, but the heat wasn’t the only reason for that. Everyone seemed to disagree with everyone else and Negan was about one stupid suggestion away from throwing Gavin over the parapet.

“I’m telling you, we should have gone after her. Pick her up when she’s out in the open.”

Negan pinched his nose before letting his head hit the low wall he was sitting against, twirling Lucille in his hand.

“She’s not a fucking mushroom, Gavin. We want to talk to her, convince her to come with us. Not kidnap her and cook her in a fucking stew. Besides… she probably knows the area around here like the back of her fucking hand. She could run away, or fucking worse: ambush us.”

“Pff… she’s just one-”

Negan set Lucille down beside him forcefully and merely looked at the younger man. He seriously considered demoting the asshole to kitchen duty, or cleaning, preferably the restrooms. But that would probably mean shitty food and dirty toilets, or maybe the other way around.

“Dwight, give me that fucking water bottle!”

“It’s empty. We’ve got some back at the truck, though.”

“God fucking dammit!”

Negan got up from his seat against the parapet and swung the bat over his shoulder. He was done waiting. Dwight and Seth had filled him in on the situation, but beside the fact that their target had left the house about an hour before he and Connor had arrived at the school, nothing had changed.

“Dwight, Connor, we’re going in. We’ll keep the radio on so that Seth and Gavin can warn us when she comes back. Gonna be a real fucking surprise when she walks head first into Lucille. Don’t worry guys! I’m going to keep my lady in check.”

Seth and Dwight looked horrified at the thought of him swiping his bat’s barbed wire through the girl’s face. He didn’t mind them thinking he was a fucking psychopath as long as they did what he said.

“I can’t take my crossbow. It won’t be of any use in such a small space.”

“I don’t care if you point your fucking eye drops at her, as long as you keep her from fucking running or attacking. Gavin, give Dwight your gun.”

They went down the steps to the entrance hall of the school and out the main entrance. The glass doors had been smashed and Gavin and Connor had scoured the school for anything interesting while Negan had talked to Seth and Dwight about the situation, but they had come back empty handed. It wouldn’t surprise Negan if they found a lifetime supply of chalk at the girl’s house.

They stopped in front of the small house where six dead biters had been placed over the fence, in the tall grass of the front garden and on the porch. Cardboard sheets had been put over the windows on the ground floor. Everything was quiet. No movement or sound came from the inside.

Negan opened the small gate in the picket fence and walked carefully up to the porch and put his ear to the wooden door.

“Alright, I’ll open the door and you two go in first. Secure the ground floor, then me and Dwight go upstairs, while Connor stays down here. After everything is clear, we look for some water, put our feet up and keep the fuck quiet until we get the signal from our boys. Grab the bitch right from her door, got it?”

“Sure thing, boss.”

Dwight kept quiet, gun at the ready, his eyes trained on the door. Negan took a step back and was just about to kick the door down, when he had a sudden epiphany that maybe he should try if it was open first. He put a gloved hand on the brass doorknob and gave it a turn. The lock snapped open and the door swung into the room with a slight creak.

Dwight and Connor took a couple of steps into the house and Negan grabbed Lucille a little tighter and followed them, making sure to quietly close the door behind them. The house smelled of mold and burnt food and something sweet and herbal that Negan couldn’t place and which set his teeth on edge.

It took all three of them a moment before their eyes adjusted to the darkness. The sun shone through the cracks in the cardboard sheets and some light was coming from the second floor windows, making the room gloomy and accentuating the specks of dust dancing in the rays of sunshine. They had stepped into a rather spacious living area, with a large couch dividing the room in half, which was facing a TV and a low cabinet. An armchair stood beside the couch and a small table with two chairs stood right next to the window.

It all looked like a perfectly normal home, right down to the pictures on the walls, if it weren’t for the cans, bottles, grain sacks and snack packages that covered every surface of the room, apart from the couch. Negan grinned to himself. The rice and dried beans alone would feed the Sanctuary for at least two weeks.

Dwight and Connor started to head for the stairway, while he took a quick look into the room to his left, which turned out to be the kitchen, also full of supplies. He would take a closer look at those later, first the back rooms and the second floor. Maybe this place even had a basement. The girl had loaded two rooms full of food and water; he was hoping the little hoarder had done the same to the rest of the house. This was like Christmas morning and every room was a stocking.

He was lost in his thoughts, so when he heard the unfamiliar voice coming from the stairs, where his two companions now stood, he actually gave a little jump.

“Drop your weapons. Now.”

Negan’s face fell and his grin was replaced with a look of fury. That was definitely not the voice of an attractive woman. He took Lucille from her place on his shoulder and started for the stairwell. Through the dark and the dust he could just make out the figure of a man, about Dwight’s height with what was unmistakably a gun in his hand, alternatingly pointing at Dwight and Connor.

He was just about to bark the kill order at Dwight, when he felt a hard object pressed against the back of his head and another voice, this time female said:

“He said drop your weapons.”

Negan stopped in his tracks and brought his hands up, one palm open, the other hand holding Lucille in a death grip.

“I really can’t do that baby, Lucille here abso-fucking-lutely hates being on the ground.”

“She’ll like it even less with your brain spattered all over her. Put. Your fucking. Weapons. Down.”

The bitch enforced her threat by putting more pressure on what was obviously a gun on Negan’s head and cocking it’s hammer.

Negan dropped his beloved bat, sending a silent apology to the ground and addressed Dwight and Connor.

“Drop your weapons boys. After all, we’re just here to talk, right?”

The two Saviors kept their eyes on the man in front of them while slowly putting their weapons on the ground, Dwight his gun and the knife on his thigh belt, Connor the big bowie knife in his hand.

Negan felt a hand on his own thigh, removing the knife he always carried as a back-up.

“Going for my goods already, sweetheart? How about you buy me a fucking drink first?”

“Move! Sit your ass on the couch. The others, too.”

He figured it was best to do as he was told, so he went around the couch and sat down, shooting a glare in Dwight’s direction when he and Connor joined him. He was tempted to hang the stupid fuck on the Sanctuary’s fence from his balls when they got home.

While the three of them scooted their butts around a bit so they all could fit on the couch, the two occupants of the house stepped into view, the man holding a semi-automatic pistol, the woman a revolver.

The guy was rather short, with long blond hair and an unkempt beard. His rugged appearance, combined with the tattoos all over his arms made him look as if he could invoke the wrath of fucking Odin by merely turning his eyes towards the sky.

The girl was tall, with hair as black as Negan’s own in a ponytail. Both had the emaciated bodies and haunted eyes of people who had lived on the road and in the wilderness for too long. Negan knew the look too well; he had been the same for a short time when the world had first gone to shit.

“Fuck me Dwight… you were right, she really is fucking hot. Then again, we tend to have the same type, don’t we?”

Dwight was lucky Negan was only taunting him for now, instead of grabbing him and sending his already fucked-up face into the glass table in front of them right then and there.

“Who are you and what are you doing in our home?”

The woman looked straight at Negan. Clever girl already figured out that he was the biggest dick at this orgy.

“As I said. We’re only here to talk. My boys were scouting the area and came across your weird fucking Halloween decoration. They kept tabs on you, figured you’d make a good fucking addition to our community. Of course they thought you were alone and all but unarmed. They also thought you had left the house and they monitored the street all day, so how the fuck did you get back in here?”

“Back yard and door?”

Negan turned his head to look at his two-faced lieutenant.

“Really Dwight? Really?”

“I’m sorry Negan, I…”

“Yeah, you’re gonna be really fucking sorry…”

“HEY! If we could please focus on the problem at hand, which is that you entered our home without permission and we have guns pointing at your heads.”

This time it was the man who spoke. Negan sighed and took a closer look at the two people in front of him. Their clothes were functional, but ragged, in various shades of black and grey. Both their skin was a reddish tan, like that of people who weren’t used to being outdoors in the Virginian summer heat. By the way their grip on their guns hadn’t relaxed one bit since they had started talking, he had a feeling that those two wouldn’t react well to threats, so he opted for flattery instead. Negan knew he could be just as convincing with a smile and his charm as he was with Lucille.

“Look… I think we all got off on the wrong fucking foot here. We thought we’d be dealing with one person without weapons. We wanted to see how you’re doing all alone out here and we clearly fucking underestimated you. It seems like you two know your way around. I mean, seriously, how the fuck did you know we were in the area?”

They looked at him and then at each other, having the sort of mute conversation that only two people who had spent way too much time together in exceptional circumstances could have. They were clearly debating about what to tell him and Negan was already bracing himself for a big fat “Fuck you!” when the woman answered:

“I count the dead in the street. There were two more when I got back last night. So we figured that someone had been in the area. And when I noticed that someone was on the roof of the school this morning, I just went back into the house and we waited for you. See what you want from us.”

Dwight gaped at her, looking like a very ugly fish. Negan couldn’t blame him, really. He, too, was thoroughly impressed.

“How did you know that we were on the roof?”

“The sun was reflecting from your binoculars.”

Negan’s eyebrows shot up.

“Shit babe. Color me the fuck impressed. Are you one of those weird survival experts that they showed on Discovery Channel? The ones that live in tree houses and drink their own piss?”

She wrinkled her nose in disgust.

“Eww, no. It’s just common sense. You have to be aware of your surroundings if you don’t want to die out there, right?”

Negan smirked at that. He was already starting to like the chick, in a finally-someone-who-has-their-shit-together way.

“You’re damn fucking right. What’s your name, doll?”

“Not doll.”

“Hi Notdoll, I’m Negan.”

“That’s a weird name.”

“So is Notdoll.”

That actually made her crack a barely suppressed smile and it was like her whole appearance changed from battle-hardened survivalist to pretty girl who was apparently happy about having a conversation with someone else than Viking guy. Said Viking guy was right now shooting daggers at Negan when he noticed his companion visibly relaxing.

“I’m Lilly.”

She looked at her partner expectantly, who clenched his jaw and took one more sweeping look at all three of them.

“Jax.”

“Alright, Lilly, Jax. Nice to fucking meet you. My two companions here are Dwight and Connor and we are the Saviors. Well… at least a small fucking part of them.”

“The what now?” Jax asked.

“The Saviors. Here to save the fucking world, including you two.”