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They Find you Having a Nightmare

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Tony Stark: "Y/N? What's going on?" says your boyfriend, Tony, rolling over when he hears you making noise. You're clearly still asleep, but whimpers of pain escape your lips every few seconds. Your eyebrows cross as your nose wrinkles.

"No! Please Dad! Stop! It hurts! Dad! Stop! Stop please!" You call out in your sleep, hands curling into fists on your chest, clutching at the top you stole from Tony's closet.

"Y/N, baby, it's okay! You're safe now. You're not there anymore! Wake up baby! Wake up Y/N!" says Tony, frantically shaking your shoulder, trying to wake you. "Baby, wake up! Wake up, love!"

"Huh?! What happened?!" you say, bolting upright, finally waking.

"Oh, thank god. You were having a nightmare again baby. Come here, I'll hold you. Let's go back to sleep, it's not quite morning yet. We can still get a few hours before you need to get up for work." he says, pulling you back down into a laying position, but rolling you so you're cuddled up against his chest.

"Sorry Tones. I hope I didn't disturb you too much."

"You never disturb me babe. Go to sleep, four o'clock is going to come around really fast. Don't worry about it." he says, pecking you forehead, encouraging you to relax into him further.

Pepper Potts: As Pepper comes home from another day at Stark Industries, instead of finding you dancing around the kitchen while making dinner, she finds a quiet apartment. Almost too quiet. "Y/N? Baby, where are you?" she asks into the silence. That's when she hears it, a quiet whimpering coming from your shared bedroom. Hurriedly, she kicks off her stilettos and makes her way to where the noise is coming from.

"No, Pep, please don't leave me! Please, I need you Pep! I'm nothing without you, I'm a mess. You know that! Come back please!" you beg, obviously asleep. Tears roll down your pale cheeks. Pepper kneels down in front of you, before softly taking your face in her hands, wiping your tears away with her thumbs.

"Y/N, baby, wake up. Wake up for me sweetie. You're okay, I'm never going to leave you." she coos, helping wake you from your nightmare.

"Pep! Oh Pepper! Oh thank god you're here!" you cry, waking suddenly and throwing your arms around her neck.

"Hey baby. It's alright, I've got you. Pepper's here, my love. Calm down, take a deep breath. I'm never going to leave you, not for anyone." she soothes, rubbing your back underneath your sleep shirt. Minutes pass and slowly your breathing settles back down to its normal pace. "Feeling better, babes?"

"Yeah, thanks Pepper. Sorry if I scared you."

"It's okay, as long as you feel better now. My pretty little baby. My needy little baby." she coos, pulling back to pinch your cheek, causing you to whine unhappily.

"Pepper! Stop! Don't like that!" you complain, pouting at your girlfriend. She chuckles, leaning forward, kissing the pout off of your lips.

"Cutie!"

You roll your eyes at that. "Pep, I just woke up from a nightmare, I'm dressed in a massive shirt and barely there panties. I'm the opposite of cute right now." You complain, flopping onto your back, draping an arm over your eyes to block out the sun.

"You'll always be a cutie to me, Y/N. Even in your crappy Walmart brand sleep shirts and barely there panties and messed up hair." she teases, standing up bedside the bed.

"Hey! Leave my Walmart shirts out of this! It's all I can afford, I don't make nearly half of what you do, Pep. You know that."

"You realize I am willing to buy you nicer things, right babes?"

"No! Charity is not allowed! You're lucky I let you pay the rent for this place."

"It's not charity baby. It's called a gift. My pretty baby deserves pretty things." she coos, pulling you out of the bed and planting light kisses to the crown of your head.

Peter Parker: "Morning babe. How'd you sleep?" you say, as Peter slides his arms around your waist and leans down slightly to rest his chin on your shoulder.

"Pretty good, caught a robber last night, that was fun. How about you? Was it a good night or a bad night?"

“Bad. Had a nightmare again. But it's okay, I got five hours, I'm all good." You say, like getting less than eight hours a night was normal and healthy.

"I thought I told you to call me if you had a nightmare and couldn't get back to sleep. Why didn't you?"

"Because Pete, you need your sleep, I can do without. It's fine, just drop it okay? We've got to get to homeroom." you say, sliding out of his grasp, shutting your locker.

"Babe! Don't be like that! You know I care about your health, mental and physical. At least tell me what the nightmare was about?"

"Alright, fine. I watched you and May die and I couldn't do anything about it. I cried for about half an hour while my coffee brewed. Once I had my coffee I was fine. I'll see you in Chemistry Pete." you say, kissing his cheek softly.

"Yep, see you in Chem." he says, returning the affection before you disappear into your homeroom.

Sam Wilson: As Sam comes home from his morning run he notices you on the couch, sleeping somewhat peacefully. "She must've gotten back from work while I was out." he mutters, heading past you to the bathroom for a shower. After his shower, he quickly changes and heads back out to the living room, expecting to find you still sleeping peacefully. What he wasn't expecting to find was you wide awake and panting. "Y/N? Are you okay?" he asks, sitting down on the couch arm, placing an apprehensive hand on your shoulder.

"Ahh!" You scream, before noticing who's in front of you. "Oh, sorry Sammy. I, uh, had a nightmare again. Don't worry about it, though. Sorry for screaming in your face." you say, cringing away from him slightly.

"Hey, it's okay. You have issues, we all do. Just relax, I'll go get you some water, okay?" he says softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He gets off of the arm and starts making his way towards the kitchen.

"Wait! Sammy!" you call after him.

"Yeah babe?" he asks, turning back to face you.

"Can you get me some of that juice I like instead, please?" you give him puppy eyes.

"Of course I can. Anything for you, babe."

Steve Rogers: Steve wakes up to his alarm going off, and notices you're not in the bed beside him. Confused, he glanced towards your ensuite bathroom. The light's off as well. "Oh shit. She probably had a nightmare again." He mutters, getting up out of bed. He grabs a shirt and throws it on before heading into the rest of the compound. He comes into the kitchen to see you sitting at the island, a cup of coffee in front of you.

"Morning Stevie. Sorry for leaving you, I couldn't go back to sleep. There's coffee in the pot if you want some." You say, smiling sheepishly at the super soldier.

“Morning princess, how's the hips?" He teases, kissing your head.

"A little sore, you left hand prints you know?" You say, taking a sip of your coffee. You wink at him, pulling up the side of your shirt to show him the edge of the bruise he left.

"Seriously, I did? Wow, I didn't mean to baby. Do you want to tell me what it was about?" He says, shocked.

"The usual. You and the team dead. Fury dead. But I'm fine. Don't worry about me, Stevie."

"Are you sure bubs? Normally you can get back to sleep. What was different this time?"

"Nothing Stevie. Remember I went to bed earlier than normal last night?"

"Oh right, forgot that. I fucked you so well you were too tired to stay up, even for aftercare. " He says getting a coffee mug out.

"Yeah. I need a shower, want to join me or are you gonna go on a run today?" You say, finishing your coffee off with one big gulp.

Steve looks at you, looks at the coffee mug in his hand before putting it back into the cupboard quickly. "Let's go, I can run tomorrow." He says grabbing you by your waist, swinging you over his shoulder with ease. You giggle as he carries you back down the hall.

Bucky Barnes: "Doll! Wake up!" Yells Bucky, aggressively shaking your shoulder. You were having a terrible nightmare. Kicking, screaming, hitting. With one final scream you shoot upright, breathing heavily. You clutch at your chest, feeling your heart race. "Y/N, it's alright. You're here with me, it's James. Breathe doll. Take a deep breath for me, hun. There, that's better. Just breathe doll, I'm not going anywhere. You're alright. You're never gonna have to face him again. I promise. We will protect you." He says, knowing that the reason for your nightmare was your abusive ex-fiancé.

"Bucky?"

"Yeah doll? I'm right here. F. R. I. D. A. Y. turn on the bedside lamp please. Hey, look at me doll. What wrong?"

"I just want you to know that I- I love you, Buck. I love you a lot."

"I love you too doll. Why don't you try to get some more sleep? I'll be right here, as always." You nod, laying back down, curling into your boyfriends side, clinging to his waist, pulling him to lay with you. "F.R.I.D.A.Y. turn the lamp back off." He mumbles, holding you to his side protectively.

Bruce Banner: You lay in your bed panting as your husband leaves the room to fetch you a glass of water. When he returns, he sets the glass on the bedside table and gently pulls you into a sitting position. "Y/N, breathe for me love. Take deep breaths, you had a real bad fright. You need to bring your heart rate down before you drink anything, otherwise you will likely choke. Y/N, look at me. He's in jail, you never have to worry about him again. I promise my love, you're safe from him now." says Bruce, rubbing your back and planting tender kisses on your forehead.

"Brucie, what if he gets out? What am I supposed to do if he gets out?" you say, eyes teary.

"He won't, he's in for life Y/N. And if on the off chance that he escapes, the team will take him out. We've got you, love."

Natasha Romanoff: "What is it, babe?" says your girlfriend over the phone, clearly having just woken up to answer your call. Even though you're only a few floors away from her, you had to call her, you couldn't convince your body to move.

"Nat, can- can you come to my r-room?" you sniffle, tears rolling down your cheeks. You hear the rustling of her bed sheets as she gets up.

"Yeah I can baby! What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare again, love?" she says, her bedroom door creaking shut in the background.

"Mhm, I can't move Natty. It's happening again! I can't move!" you cry, sobs shaking your entire body, despite you not being able to move your limbs. You can hear her bare feet run up the stairs of the compound, and try to calm yourself down, but the hysteria takes over you an the phone falls out of your hand onto the bed.

"Baby! Y/N, I'm coming sweetie! Listen to my voice Y/N. Listen to me, my lyubov. I need you to breathe for me. Y/N! You need to breathe for me!" She says, opening the stairwell door, practically sprinting down the hall to your bedroom. She quickly throws your door open, letting it bang against the wall, and rushes to your bedside. "Hey! Look at me baby! Look at me Y/N! Hey, hi. Yeah, breathe for me dorogoy. Good, yes! Just like, that my lyubov. Just relax everything for me. There you go my lyubov. Do you want to tell me about it?" She coos, stroking your hair away from your face.

"It was the Chitauri. You and the whole team dead. Loki on a throne, chaos." you whimper, leaning into your girlfriends hand.

"They're gone dekta. You don't need to worry about that. Loki is back on Asgard where he belongs." she comforts you, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

Clint Barton: As you walk into your apartment you notice Clint's bow sitting on the couch and you can hear the tap running in the bathroom. You close the door and lean against it, waiting for him to emerge so you can throw yourself at him. When he finally does leave the bathroom you do just as you had planned and attack him in a hug but not before noticing the cuts, scrapes and healing bullet wounds on his bare upper body. "You're home!" you cry out, burying your face in his neck. You let your tears run, and practically bawl into his neck.

"Hey baby! Y/N? What's wrong, my love?" He asks, hugging you back. The sobs wrack through you body, leaving you shaking terribly in between the heaves. He gently shushes you as he carries you over to the couch. He pushes his bow to the floor with a clatter and sits down on the cushions, pulling you into his lap in order to comfort you. He rocks you back and forth gently as you continue to cry.

"You got shot at!? Again?!" you whimper, brushing light finger tips over the healing wounds. He nods, stroking your hair. "Oh god, it's all coming true. Oh shit. Clint, what if you die?! What am I supposed to tell our friends if you go out on a mission one day and don't return?" you ask, tears coming to your eyes once more.

"Y/N, don't be upset! Don't start crying again love! It's fine, I'm fine. Now, tell me, what's got you reacting like this?" he croons, rubbing your back and pressing butterfly kisses to your forehead.

"I had a nightmare, you had gone on a mission with Nat and Coulson and they returned but you didn't. They said you died in gunfire. I was so terrified when I woke up." you say, your body still shaking.

"I promise that won't happen any time soon. I have the next two weeks off. Let's just relax and cuddle for a bit, alright?"

"Okay, that sounds nice." you say, trying to continue to take deep breaths and slow the shaking to a minimal amount."

Wanda Maximoff: You slip from your bed and pad across the room towards the door. Trying to be quiet you open the door, intending to slip out into the hall and go sit in the main room until the others began to wake. Your plan fails quite quickly because as you open the door, the hinges creak surprisingly loud, waking your girlfriend. "Y/N? Why are you out of bed? Where are you going, kitten?" she asks, sitting up in the bed, cocking her head to the side confused.

"Was going to the main room Wands. Didn't mean to wake you, sorry." you mumble, ears drooping on top of your head. Your tail dips down to rest between your legs.

"Why were you goin' to the main room, kitten?" she asks, furrowing her eyebrows.

"I had a nightmare again." you whisper under your breath.

"Y/N, kitten, you need to speak up. I didn't hear a thing you just said." she coos.

"Had a nightmare Wands. Scared me and didn't wanna bother you." you admit, bowing your head, ashamed.

"Baby, if you have nightmare you wake me up! Come here my love. No need to be ashamed, everyone gets them. Come here, yes, come back to bed little one. You're safe here. Come cuddle with me, kitten." says Wanda softly. Abashedly you walk back over to the bed and climb in with her again. She gently grabs your waist and pulls you across the mattress so you're laying against her chest. She begins to hum an old Sokovian lullaby to you, while scratching behind your ears. Your feline instincts tell you to curl up in to her, to wrap your tail around her thigh. So you give in and do just that.

When she finishes the song, you're practically asleep. "Wanda?" you mumble into her chest.

"Yes kitten? Something wrong?" she asks, quietly.

"Nothin's wrong. Just wanted you to know I wuv you." you slur, nuzzling closer to her.

She chuckles quietly, continuing to rub at your ears. You purr unconsciously, enjoying the feeling of her nails on your scalp. "I love you too kitten. Go to sleep now honey." She whispers, kissing your temple.

Pietro Maximoff: "No. No, no no. No. He can't be! You promised me he would come back Stark! Same with you Steve. You promised me my boyfriend would come back alive and well!" you shout. Pietro looks over at you, noticing that you're asleep and having a nightmare. He quickly places his book on the floor and rushes over to you, crossing your small apartment bedroom in less than half a second.

"Draga, I'm here. I'm alive draga. Y/N, wake up! Wake up my dear!" he says, shaking your shoulders, trying to wake you. "Wake up, draga!" he shouts in your ear, shocking you awake. You bolt into a sitting position, crashing your forehead on your boyfriends.

"Ow. That hurt." you mutter, clutching your head in pain.

"Oh! I'm sorry draga! I'll go get you some ice! I'll be right back." he says, holding his forehead as well. He leans down and presses a kiss to your head before running out of the room and returning five seconds later with two ice packs in his hands.

"Thank you baby. I love you Pietro." you say, taking the cold pack he offers to you before reaching up with your free hand to pull him in for a sweet kiss. You feel him smile slightly into the kiss, causing you to smile as well.

Thor Odinson: As soon as you wake from the horrible dream, you get up from your bed and stride to your balcony. "Oh, lord." You mumble. Holding your chest, you look out at the sunrise over the royal gardens, and notice movement by the royal stables. Upon a closer look, you realize it is Lady Sif, prepping a horse for a ride.

"Darling? What are you doing out on the balcony this early in the morning? The sun's not even fully up yet. Come back to bed, my queen." mumbles Thor, his eyes open to little slits, peering over at you from the bed.

"Sorry Thor, darling. I had a nightmare and needed some fresh air. I didn't mean to wake you, my love." you say quietly, crossing the room again.

"Oh, no. You didn't wake me. I just sensed your missing presence and woke up. A nightmare you say. What was it about?" he asks, worry evident on his face as you join him in bed again.

"I'll tell you about it later darling. Let's just go back to sleep. I am still tired and bet you are too." you say, sliding to snuggle against your fiance's chest.

"Alright. Sleep well my love. Sweet dreams. I love you."

"I love you too, Thor."

Loki Laufeyson: "Darling! Darling wake up!" yells your husband, shaking your shuddering from. You bolt upright, nearly bashing your forehead on his. Before you do, his hand blocks your foreheads from touching with a gentle hand. "Love, relax. Breathe. It's alright. I'm here. Just breathe my dear." he soothes, hands snaking around you and pulling your body to rest on top of his. He gently tucks your head into the conjunction between his neck and shoulder.

"Oh Norns." you mumble, struggling to even out your breaths.

"You're alright my dear. I'm here for you. I'm here." he says softly, hand rubbing your back. You wrap your arms around his neck and your fingers grip onto the hairs at the back of his neck. Your shaking shoulders gradually become still as your breath evens out. "Would you like to tell me why you were screaming in your sleep, my queen?" he asks quietly.

"I was having a nightmare, Loki." you mutter into his skin.

He rolls his eyes before speaking again."Yes, I understand that you were having a nightmare my love. Do you mind telling me what it was about?" he asks, sarcasm evident in his voice.

"I watched you die... By the hands of Thor." you whisper, tucking your face closer to his neck.

"Well, seeing as Thor could barely catch me when we were younger, I doubt he could catch me now. Let alone overpower me. You have nothing to worry about my love. Thor is too much of a people-pleaser to even think about killing me." he says, chuckling slightly.

"I'm tired. I'm going back to sleep. I love you, Loki." you mumble, letting your breathing even out.

"Alright my dear. I'll see you in the morning. I love you too, my queen." he says softly, pressing a kiss to your temple as you begin to drift back into unconsciousness.

Lady Sif: "My dear, what on Midguard are you doing awake so early?" asks your wife, coming into the armoury. She comes up beside you, and leans in to press a soft kiss to your cheek but you flinch away from her. "Y/N? What is wrong, my love?" She asks, concern on her face.

"Nothing Sif. I'm fine." you say, pulling your silver polish out of your tool belt, along with a shammy. You grab one of the swords off the wall and pour some polish onto your cloth and begin to rubs at a tarnished spot on the blade.

"No you're not. You flinched when I went to give you a kiss. Not once in the time we were courting and in our marriage have you ever flinched at my actions. So tell me, what is wrong?" she says, pulling the weapon in your hands away and placing it on the bench before moving to stand in front of you. She takes your hands in hers and looks down at you. "Y/N. Tell me what's wrong." she says as tears begin to gather in your eyes.

"I'm scared Sif. I'm terrified I'm going to lose you to battle. I need you. I- I just don't want to lose you to a mistake on the battle field." you whimper, sniffling slightly as you try to stop the tears that are beginning to flow.

"Oh Y/N. Come here my love. It's alright. I'm here. And when I'm not, I'm being careful on the battlefield. I promise you, I won't leave you in the way of death in battle. You're alright." says your wife, pulling you into her body. She hugs you close to her as you cry into her shoulder. When you finally manage to stop the tears and pull away from your wife, she stops you as you reach for the sword again. "You and I are both taking the day. One of the others will get to it. Leave it, love. Let's go back to our chambers and cuddle for a bit. Sound good?"

"But what about-?" she cuts you off with a peck of a kiss.

"No. Leave it. I'll have a kitchen maid bring us some food around lunch and again at dinner. Put the shammy away." she says, wrapping an arm around your waist and leading you out of the armoury. Hastily you stuff the shammy cloth back into the pouch where it came from. When you reach your quarters, Sif closes the door and begins to undress you. When she begins to unlace your corset, you let out a deep, relieved breath. You let her strip you down to your bra and underwear before pulling away from her slightly. "You're alright, my love. I wasn't going to strip you naked, I just want you to be comfortable. Why don't you go lay down while I undress?" she suggests, pulling you against her gently. She presses gentle kisses to the crown of your head and you return them on her collarbones. You eventually pull away and go lay on your shared king sized bed. You watch as your wife begins to undress herself in front of you. "Do you like what you see, my love?" she teases, pulling her under shirt off to reveal her toned abdominal muscles and her breasts.

"You know I do, Sif. Now come cuddle me." you flirt back before demanding her physical affection. She smiles and climbs into bed with you.

"I'm here, my love. Do want to tell me what your nightmare was fully about?" she asks letting you cuddle into her, wrapping her arms around your back.

"Just a large battle. You dying. Lots of blood. You were dying very slowly, bleeding out from a deep dagger wound to the abdomen. It was right about here." you say, shifting yourself back wards and moving your hand to rest on the lower left side of her abdomen. You blush slightly as you realize where your hand is.

"Darling are you blushing? Just from touching my bare midriff?" Sif asks, glancing down at your face. You nod shyly. "Darling we have been married for over a thousand years! Adorable you are!" she says, pulling you tighter against herself.

Dr. Strange: You bolt upright in your bed and see the Cloak of Levitation floating right beside you. "I'm fine, Levi. Do not tell Stephen that I am awake. It's nothing but a little night-terror. Nothing I haven't dealt with before." you say to the fabric, using a strict voice. You listen carefully and hear absolute silence. "Stephen must be downstairs. I should be safe to hop in the shower then." You slip out of bed, and shove your feet into your slippers. Walking to your bathroom, you manage to not cause a single floorboard to creak under your feet. The New York Sanctum is eerily quiet. As you begin to apply the conditioner to your hair, there is a knock on the door.

"Y/N? Are you alright?" asks Stephens voice from outside the bathroom.

"For fucks sake." you mutter, rinsing your hands off in the stream of water. "Yes Steve! I'm fine! Just woke up a little early!" you call to him, lying through your teeth.

"No you didn't. You never 'just wake up early' Y/N. Don't lie to me." he says, opening the door and stepping inside. You roll your eyes as he leans against the counter top. "Tell me the truth, hon. Why are you awake three and a half hours before you usually are?" he asks, raising his eyebrows at you. You turn towards him and glare through the fogged glass at him. "Glare all you like, sweetheart. I'm staying here until you answer my question." he says stubbornly.

"Stephen Vincent Strange. Get your ass out of the bathroom, right now. I had a nightmare. Nothing too bad but enough to wake me up. Now get out!" you say, rinsing the conditioner out of your hair.

"Alright. Alright. I love you." he calls as he leaves.

"I love you too, Steve." you smile at his retreating form before shutting the water off. You step out and wrap your torso in a towel before wiping your feet on the mat and returning to your bedroom. You close the door behind you and walk towards the walk in closet you share with your husband. grabbing some clothes you dry yourself off before dropping the towel to the floor. As you bend over to pull your underwear up your legs, you feel a large hand smack your ass and grab hold of it. "Steve. Now is not the time. The Avengers are visiting later this morning. We can't do this right now." you say, straightening up and pulling the thin cloth up your legs easily.

"Come on love. It won't take long, I promise." he says, groping your breast from behind, pressing his crotch to your ass.

"No Stephen. I love you, but we both know you can't keep it short. Later." you say, turning towards him and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before drawing away from him to continue dressing.

Carol Danvers: When Carol opens the door to your apartment, it's nearly three in the morning so she is very surprised to see you on the couch, wide awake. "Y/N? What are you doing up, my love?" she asks, shutting the door softly and dropping her duffel onto the wooden floor.

"Carol! You're home!" you say, a smile breaking out on your face. You get up to go give her a hug and kiss but you fall back onto the couch. That's when Carol gets a text message from Fury.

"Check on Agent Y/L/N. She's been unsteady at work recently and been drinking a lot more coffee and energy drinks." it reads. She nods before glancing back at you.

"Y/N? What's wrong my love? Fury says you haven't been normal recently. No sweetie, don't try and get up, I'll come to you." she says, tucking he phone back into her pocket before crossing the room to sit with you. When she sits next to you, you almost immediately slump into her and begin to shake. "Hey, Y/N, look at me please. Look at me baby. Oh, babes, you look so tired. So tired. Why haven't you been sleeping?" she coos, stroking your cheek.

"Nightmares. Been having nightmares. Why am I shaking?! Why can't I stop shaking?! What's wrong with me?! Why can't I stop shaking Carol!?" you begin to panic, which makes your body shake harder.

"Baby, calm down. Take a deep breath for me. Take some deep breaths. Nick says your been drinking lots of coffee and energy drinks. How long has it been since you slept, baby? Do you know how long it's been?"

"Three days? Maybe four?" you say, still clearly panicking.

"Oh Y/N. You're not going in tomorrow. No, you’re staying here so I can take care of you. Let's go to bed, yeah?" she says, pressing light kisses to your forehead.

"No! No! I can't sleep! I'll have nightmares again!" you protest, but Carol's already picked you up into the cradle of her arms.

"You're fine baby. I'm here. I'll protect you. You're okay, my love." she says, kicking the bedroom door open with her foot. She easily carries you to the bed and gently sets you down. Quickly making work of your office button down, she tugs that off of your shoulders and arms. She then easily unbuckles your belt and undoes your pants. She pulls them off of your legs and tucks you into bed. Once you're snugly in place she undresses and grabs one of her night shirts to sleep in. Throwing that over her head, she joins you in the bed. "Come here baby. I've got you." she says, rubbing your back gently as you curl into her side.

~Time Skip~ *The Next Morning*

"Hey baby, good morning. How are you feeling my love?" says Carol as you roll onto your back and pry your eyes open a slit before throwing an arm over your face to block your eyes from the sunlight streaming in through the open blinds.

"I feel like shit. I don't remember the last three days. When did you get home?" you ask after clearing your throat and pulling yourself into a sitting position.

"I got home last night, about three a.m. You didn't sleep for nearly four days and drank a fuck ton of caffiene. Thats why you remember nothing. Your little brain can't handle that much stimulant, baby girl." says Carol, pinching your cheek softly.

You groan at the uncomfortable feeling. "Carol... Stop that!" you whine, rolling towards your girlfriend and burying your face in her chest. "Wait! What time is it?!" you ask, bringing your wrist up to your face and checking the time. "Shit! I'm so screwed!" you begin to panic, trying to throw the blankets off of your body.

"Baby, relax. You've got the day off, courtesy of Nick and yours truly. Lay back and snuggle into bed again, beautiful. I'm going to pop around to my place and collect your favourite flerkin. Love you, baby girl."

"Yay! Goosie! Love you too, and thanks babe."

"No problem Y/N. I'll be back in twenty minutes and I had better find you in bed still, missy."

"Alright, I'll follow the Captians orders, unless there's a punishment to be dealt if I don't obey."

"No punishment this time baby. You need to rest. Not get your brains fucked out of you." She winks at you before collecting her clothes from the night before and heading to the bathroom to get dressed. When she comes back out her hair is brushed through and styled. "See you in twenty minutes babes!" she calls, walking out of your apartment, locking the door behind her with her key.

T’challa : "Good morning Shuri!" you call as you enter her lab.

"Good morning! You're awake earlier than normal Y/N. How are you?" she asks, smiling at you.

You return the grin before answering. "I'm tired from last night if you catch my drift. But it also doesn't help that I had a nightmare either. Hence why I'm up so early today. I couldn't get back to sleep after about half an hour of laying in bed so I gave up."

"Oh? That sucks, good thing my brother is a deep sleeper then. He won't be pleased if he finds out you had a nightmare and didn't wake him up, you know."

"Yes I know Shuri. Please don't tell him."

"Don't worry sister, I won't say a word to him. Join me for breakfast? The kitchen made muffins!" she says, offering you an arm.

"I would love to! I really love him, you know?" You agree and playfully slip an arm through hers and let her lead you down the hall towards the dining area.

"Oh I know. I can tell just by the way you look at my brother that you love him. You don't need to admit that to me, you should really tell him though. Because he loves you as well. He truly does."

When the pair of you enter the dining hall, you see her and T'Challa's mother sitting at the table. "Come to eat again, have you Shuri?" she teases, kissing your cheek as you sit beside her.

"You can never have enough of the muffins! They're so good!" she defends herself, grabbing another muffin from the tray. You scrunch your nose at the pair of women in the room with you. When you finish eating breakfast, you and Shuri return to her lab, you assisting her with some of the typing she has to do. "How do you type so fast Y/N?!"

"Because she was an author for a news paper, back in California, sister. She did a lot of typing in a day." says your fiancee, entering the lab. "Good morning my love." he croons, kissing your cheek causing your face to flush red.

#carol danvers #wanda and pietro #clint #bucky imagine #tony stark #lady sif #sam wilson #x reader oneshot #one shot #pepper potts #peter parker #natasha romanoff #loki (marvel)#thor #steve rogers #stephen strange #tchalla #bruce banner #x reader headcanons

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wistfulrat · 4 years ago

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a 4-part rec list of my fave drarry fics - the thrillers, dramas, soft bois, and wankbanks getting me through 2020′s shitstorm

[ for my fellow fledgling drarry stans! the drama list is here and, well. like i didn’t initially intend to go off in the mini-reviews beneath every rec but it’s just that you can't nOT yell about drarry as classic literary foils!! also it’s my dumb sideblog so i decided there are no rules and i get to be annoying about good writing.

but rly, the whole premise of the drarry pairing is shaped by this genre and if the ~serious world of serious published writers~ weren’t absolute cowards, they would admit that drama fic authors have contributed more to the genre than the average shit you can find at your local chain bookstore. so that's that on thAT. & if you love a fic here, don't forget to follow the authors, leave kudos & comments on their work, send them nice msgs bc they do all this shit for free xoxo ]

part 2: dramas

mood: for when I need emotional catharsis and maybe 7 hours to sob/brood about loneliness, the cost of love, & the perpetual fear of being truly known

includes: angst, hurt/comfort, reconciliation fics. it’s cruelty o’clock folks and someone is about to say/do something Fucked Up that they can’t take back. but don’t worry!! there will be a Reckoning feat. hamlet-worthy monologues, ugly truths, unbridled rage, trauma, insecurity, and just a fuck ton of tears!! but maybe even tender apologies and mended things.

(Un)wanted by @aibidil - 36k - E | Ginny's pregnant, then she's not and Harry's single. Harry, again with no family, doesn't know what to do with this turn of events, or how to find a new life—post-war, post-Ginny, post-abortion—in which he belongs. He doesn't expect that life to include dancing to the Backstreet Boys with Hermione and Draco Malfoy. A story of finding belonging in the unexpected. | --- can a fic be tender and unflinching at the same time? bc this story strikes that balance rly well and for a piece about unwantedness, it is incredibly humanizing. ginny holding her own, draco being gentle but not letting harry play victim, hermione calling harry “hazzah” and just the way this friendship insists on the validity of found families even when harry is spiraling?? and you’re forced to consider that no one has the monopoly on fucked-upness and that doesn’t absolve us of the ways we hurt each other but it means that everyone has the same potential to be better after being broken. goD JUST READ IT, OKAY.

Blood Magic, the series by @houseofhebrideanblacks and @thestralsofspinnersend 335k - E “Later that night. . .Draco wondered at the depths of magic, its breadth and scope. The ways in which life pervades and eludes death, the ways in which they endure all manners of small and large deaths within their lives.” -- if you don't read any other fic on this list, i hope you read this series bc holy shit it’s breathtaking. harry’s a recovering addict, draco’s recovering from abuse, and in a cottage within the forbidden forest begins an unlikely partnership as the boys take up the tedious work of healing. there are thestrals and everyone's in therapy. there are whole chapters of cottagecore drarry. it's a beautiful exploration of how we bare the immensity of loss against the miracles of birth and regrowth.

Ship of Theseus by GallaPlacidia - 18k - T “A ship in a full sail, a ship in a state of decay, a ship that had been rebuilt, slightly different. A repeating cycle. “What makes the ship the same?” asked Harry. “I don’t know. There must be something in it that lasts across the changes.” -- DO YOU KNOW HOW THIS QUOTE LIVES RENT FREE IN MY SAD, SAD BRAIN. DO YOU KNOW HOW I LOSE SLEEP THINKING ABOUT THE FUCKING SHIP OF THESEUS. it’s a memory loss fic and everything is so unFAIR. you want to murder harry sometimes bc he’s such a shiT and you suffer through the ways he questions desire, penance, redemption, true love. and by the end, you want to believe in those golden slumber lyrics: “once, there was a way to get back home”

Yours to Keep by @dracoismytrashson - 135k - E i love the university setting, i love getting to see harry and draco’s first forays into a real LGBTQ community, the class and race structures outside of the wizarding world. i love that this is the context in which they’re allowed to confront the shittiness of PTSD, anxiety, depression etc. as they come together and fall apart against each other’s traumas. it makes the ending feel earned af. “Baby, we’ve been easing into it for a decade.” -- my god this line

Away Childish Things by @letteredlettered - 153k - T this fic is devastating. like, completely forget whatever reticence you might have towards a de-aging fic and read this. the de-aging premise allows the author to cut through the ways harry and draco hold each other at a distance and you end up with these stunning moments of clarity where they’re truly seeing each other for the first time. and suddenly everything makes sense. i won't spoil it here but there’s a scene towards the end where harry is talking to hermione and ron about realizing the first time he felt what its like to be loved and I fucking SOBBED. an all-time fave fic about learning how to belong.

Had To Be You by @lettersbyelise - 59k - E a genuinely excellent slow burn about absolute fucking morons who refuse to express their mutual love over the course of literal years?? HOW MANY TENDER MEET-CUTES DO 2 GAY IDIOTS EVEN NEED. a car ride a bookshop a street corner -- when harry met sally is my enemy. but you know what? this fic is masterfully written, it’s an epic tale of unexpected friendships and the inability to say the things we feel. also its very much also a soft boi fic if not for the Major Fuck Up that pushes it into drama territory for me. so worth the turmoil tbh.

Hurricane by phrynne - 120k - E auror partners terrified of love. it’s a fic about walls - where the emotional landscape of this fic is occluded by dishonest words so you feel the tension play out in hollow voices, shuttered looks, emptied eyes. it’s like watching two ppl get flayed alive in slow motion and everything is SHIT for a little. it’s mean, it’s ugly, it doesn’t let you give the characters an out when they’re being cruel - to each other and to themselves. but harry and draco are two violent forces hurling toward each other’s walls and the inevitable reckoning comes and it’s so very worth the ending. the hospital bed scene to rule all hospital bed scenes.

Returning Tides by @zigster-ao3 - E “Is my timing that flawed? Our respect run so dry? Yet there's still this appeal That we've kept through our lives” --those fuCKing ian curtis lyrics in the summary!! p a i n. why do i put myself through getting-back-together fics knowing full well i’m gonna be Sad As Hell during the not-together portion of the story?? we are all unfortunately hoes for heartache. anyway this fic is beautiful. draco’s a dad and recently widowed, harry has a thestral reserve, the settings here are stunning. a story about grief and love that lingers.

A Piercing Comfort by @talithan - 44k - T “There is no objective scorecard. There isn’t anything that a person does that tips the balance from ‘deserving’ to ‘undeserving’, or vice versa. A ‘deserving’ person will not run out of worthiness after a set time of happiness and have to then go about working to deserve it again. And an ‘undeserving’ person does not have to suffer at length before having the opportunity to be ‘deserving’.” -- the heart of this fic. harry’s in therapy, facing depression, and learning how to accept love he doesn’t think he deserves. (also draco is harry’s therapist but yes, that power dynamic is handled ethically-well imo and addressed in the author notes I promise!!).

Borrowing Courage by @xx-thedarklord-xx - 70k - E |After years of being a Magical Artist and painting for other people, Draco decides it’s time to paint for himself for once. The secrets pile up as he tries to unravel the mystery of his relatives but the only thing he didn’t count on was having to go to Potter of all people for approval.| --god i love this fic. the thing about drarry here is that they never mean to hurt each other but they do. they do and draco’s trying to do the right thing and he wants so badly for good family but harry’s never rly stopped grieving sirius and it’s this whole unintended mess of festering wounds forced to heal. everyone needs a hug. also ron/blaise pairing and ron+draco’s friendship here is everything!!

Reparations and the sequel, Foundations by Saras_Girl - 320k - E | Harry is about to discover that the steepest learning curve comes after Healer training, and that second chances can be found in unexpected places.| -- incredible. harry and draco’s dynamic as healers, the cast of original characters, the boys learning what it means to trust each other, draco building a rehabilitation center, harry falling in love with him, and “meus fabula est mei ut dico: my story is mine to tell.” i cry

The Ties That Bind by phoenix_writing (not on ao3) - 61k - T | Upon Andromeda’s death, Harry and Draco are given custody of Teddy. Their lives will never be the same.| -- harry’s got major abandonment issues and he’s just trying to be a good co-parent with draco but everyone is being the woRST and you want to murder them on behalf of harry. but then, the boys learn to listen to each other and god it all becomes so tender. also harry has a gay panic. things are awful but it all works out. -

[part 1: thrillers | part 2: dramas | part 3: soft bois | part 4: wankbanks]

#drarry #drarry fic #drarry fic rec #drarry dramas #im so sorry if this got long but also #I have too many Thoughts #all I do is cry over two sad gays #its pain o'clock sweeties #time to Sob about the mortifying ordeal of being Known

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the-curious-butterfly · 5 years ago

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Puffy Wuffy Cloud

A short Charlie/Vaggie about Charlie giving Vaggie a pet. Inspired by this post

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Sneaking her way through the hotel lobby, looking quite like a criminal to everyone who saw her but didn't care enough to ask, Charlie giggled sweetly as she thought about the look Vaggie would have on her face when presented with the little bundle of joy she had in her arms.

A bundle of joy that was honestly quite difficult to procure considering most animals tended to be a bit...aggressive. But not Cloud! Cloud was as sweet as they can be. True it wasn't exactly a high bar but the sentiment still stands.

Ducking her way into the elevator, Charlie pressed the button for the penthouse suite her and Vaggie shared together before letting out a sigh of relief.

"Operation 'Surprise Vaggie' is going well so far. I just know she's gonna love you, yes she will, yes she will." The princess of hell cooed to the tiny bundle in her arms when the elevator suddenly dinged and came to a stop.

Once again adapting a stealthy persona (which is about the equivalent of a giraffe trying to cross a busy intersection without being noticed) she made her way over without incident, mainly because there was no one in the hall, to the big double doors of her and Vaggie's home.

With a smile so wide it would be painful to anyone else, she slowly and cautiously brought up a pale and dainty hand then knocked with such a force even the Hulk would be proud of."VAGG-Eeee!!"

Only to get hit in the face with a door and be knocked to the ground.

"ANGEL I SWEAR TO GOD TE VOYA ARRANCARTE LA CABEZA Y DA LO A TU CERDO PARA COMER!! AND I DONT MEAN THE ONE ON YOUR SHOULDERS!!!

Charlie rubs her face with one hand while still holding onto Cloud with the other. "Hi to you too, hun." She glared/pouted at her girlfriend.

The look of regret on Vaggie's face was enough for the princess to forgive her, it was as if she kicked a puppy, though she did kinda do the equivalent of that.

"CHARLIE?! Babe I'm so sorry, I thought- Angel was- I'M SO SORRY!" the moth demon rushed to help the poor girl who defiantly never did anything to deserve a door to the face from a stranger let alone her girlfriend.

"I'm fine but the baby-"

Vaggie's brain: THE BABY?!

Charlie quickly and secretly checked on the bundle in her arms. "Oh good, the baby is okay too." She sighed with relief.

Vaggie's brain: THE BABY IS OKAY? THE BABY...WHAT BABY?!

"Um, what baby?" Vaggie, the master of social interactions.

"Our baby." Short and simple and said with the sweetest of smiles.

"Oh god, you didn't think to talk to me before you went and adopted one!?"

"I wanted to surprise you." Came the rather shy but incredibly cute reply that one would never imagine coming from someone who held the title Princess of Hell.

She was still holding the tiny bundle that didn't look baby shaped at all. Then again this was a place of demons and most didn't look human shaped... Oh shit Vaggie wasn't ready to raise a demon!

"Charlie, I love you, but I don't think we're ready to be parents yet. Please take it back!"

"Wait wha- Oh!" Charlie's look of confusion turned into one of amusement. "Not that kind of baby, silly." Before being completely overtaken by laughter she handed the bundle over.

Out poked a tiny white head with big ears and small yet gentle eyes. "Oh, a rabbit." The moth demon felt rather embarrassed.

"It's for you." Charlie managed to get out between bursts of laughter "Well, for both of us but mostly you."

Vaggie's embarrassment turned to surprise "for me?"

The princess finally calmed down enough to talk normally. "Pets are suppose to be great help when dealing with anger and stress. Plus they're super duper cute. I named her Cloud." Charlie once again cooed at the little bunny that was now in Vaggie's arms. "Yes you're so cute arent you."

The name fitted the critter like a glove, it certainly looked like Charlie's definition of "puffy wuffy."

Vaggie never had a pet, never had the time, patience, or money to take care of one...but she did desire one dearly as a girl. Back then she was a small girl in a poor family, she didn't care what it was she just wanted a friend. Maybe if she had one...she wouldn't have grown up so cold...

Then again, as she looked up and saw those sweet gentle eyes she grew to love, maybe she wouldn't have met Charlie either. Vaggie couldn't imagine a life without Charlie. Which was really ironic considering she was already dead. Dead yet at the same time she never felt so alive. It was Charlie's power over her, one of many. To think how different her life woulda been if she knew this girl during it. Maybe they'd both be living in heaven right now. But who cares about that, anywhere is fine as long as there was Charlie.

"Yoohoo, hell to Vaggie?" Charlie was waving a hand in front of her face.

"Huh?"

"You spaced out on me, where'd you go?"

"Just thinking."

"About?"

"That even hell is heaven as long as there's you."

Not many things could make the incredibly talkative demon speechless but that did the trick. The little red dots on Charlie's face even grew to twice their size.

"Thank you, I... I always wanted a pet." Vaggie blushed as she looked down at the critter, smiling softly as it wiggled its nose at her.

"Charlie?!" Suddenly there were arms around her neck pulling her close and another forehead against her own. Vaggie wrapped her free arm around Charlie's waist, her eyes and sweet smile only inches away.

They weren't the overly romantic type, especially in public. They didn't need to kiss or hold hands all the time. Small gestures were always more than enough for them. It never bothered them when some would say they weren't a real couple if they weren't trying to get in each other's pants often. In fact they preferred it this way, it made the times like this, the romantic times, all the more sweeter.

The two stood like that in silence for a good while until Charlie spoke up. "I love you too."

"I know." Was Vaggie's near silent reply as she brought their lips together. The kiss was sweet, gentle, romantic, and very short since Cloud was suffering and struggling to get out from between them.

"Oops, sorry sweetie!" Charlie pleaded for forgiveness while patting the bunny on the head.

"We're such terrible parents, we almost crushed our baby." The moth demon laughed.

Charlie narrowed her eyes as she took on a teasing tone. "By the way, what was that about 'not yet'?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Not yet would imply 'one day'."

"Why are you so annoying?"

"How rude, maybe I will take Cloud back. See how you feel about that."

"You'd be crying the whole time until I'd go bring them back."

"You're right, I would." Charlie's frown was comical as she sagged, causing Vaggie to smile once again.

A smile that was very much short lived when they heard yelling coming from the floor below.

"Oh Vaggie, it's time for Fat Nugget's 4 o'clock bath!"

"WHY CAN'T NIFFTY DO IT?!" The moth demon growled back.

"Cause she's busy givin me my 4 o'clock bath." Angel replied with a smug laugh.

"Voy a matar a ese cerdo." Vaggie grumbled under her breath causing Charlie, having spent long enough with her partner to catch on to some words and phrases, to gasp.

"Don't hurt Fat Nuggets!"

"Why would I hurt Fat Nuggets?" The moth genuinely wondered as Charlie shook her head.

"How bout me and Cloud come with you and help out?"

"We can't bring Cloud to Angel's room, that's child endangerment!"

"It can't be that bad if Fat Nuggets is still okay. Besides, if anything ever happened to my babies." The princess' eyes turned a shade darker and the tips of her horns poked out of her hair as she smiled. "I'd skin him alive."

It was times like these Vaggie was reminded that despite Charlie being hells version of a Disney princess and the kindest demon you'd ever meet. She was still very much a demon.

And damn was Vaggie proud.

#hazbin hotel #charlie x vaggie #charlie magne #vaggie

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painandpleasure86 · 5 years ago

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Sequel of Lazing of a Sunday Afternoon: News of our World

Hiii people!! Sorry if where u live its 20 already. I have a problems to publish before. But, i hope that you enjoy my story anyways!Prequel it's here:

https://painandpleasure86.tumblr.com/post/185954894848/im-continuing-the-story-that-kate-aka

Words: +2.1K

Warning: My inexperience and my broken English lol. Oh and its fluff af.

Pairing: John x Fem!Reader

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Part 1

It's been a few weeks since you told him. It's still too early to tell about this to the rest, even if it's your parents.

In order not to get excited, they have agreed that the best thing to do is to have a blood test, in case there is really a pregnancy.

Your gynecologist must give you the order for this. So, you have an appointment on August 15.

It’s a beautiful morning, the sun shines. Spring feels closer and closer. This morning you have your children at home, Miguel is recovering from a flu-like illness and Rodrigo simply didn't want to go to the school. They don't usually let him decide that kind of thing, but that day they let him. He's six years old now. When you go to the kitchen, already dressed, you can't help but think "how big Rodri is. It seems like yesterday when he came in my arms and it was a little bean, hehe".

You arrive at the kitchen, your children having their chocolate with oatmeal cookies, your husband with his scrambled eggs, toast and a tea with milk. You go to the fridge and take out the jug of water. You serve yourself a glass full of water. Your babies see you and say "why don't you have breakfast with us mommy?" "Mommy has to have some medical check-ups and can't eat anything." He looks at you with a smile. You answer his smile with a bigger one. You go to him and hold him tight. "I love you, huh?", "Me too" he answers in your ear. They give each other a little kiss. Your older baby says "what's going on? Is there going to be a little sibling?"

You look at him surprised, because you don't know why Rodrigo says that... but your husband, seeing your puzzled face, says "I told him yesterday a little about you know what. And I think that whenever he sees us kissing, he's going to say that. Get ready," he says with smiles. That smile...

"Well, I gotta go. They will stay with Daddy. I promise I'll be back soon," you tell them. You get your handbag and your keys. You go to the door. The three of them go to you and hug you. He gives you many little kisses on the cheek. Your little ones hold your legs tightly. "Well guys, I'm not leaving forever," you say with a smile. "Well..." and they let you go unwillingly. Of course it hurts to leave Rodrigo and Miguel, but they're not alone. You close the door and behind you you hear. He says “Well... Men’s time. How about... a lot of music to dance to?" "YAAAAAAAAAAY" your kiddos say. Then you hear him play his favorite song, but you can't hear his words anymore, because you're in your car...

Before you start the car, you check the time. You're on time. Turn on the car, also the bluetooth of your car to go listening to music. You select the entire library of your cell phone and press shuffle. Dancing Queen sounds. Your smile is immense. With that joy, and the memory lived of your husband dancing on stage, backtrack and start your journey.

There is normal traffic, no traffic jams. It's 9 o'clock in the morning, so everything is quieter.

Fifteen minutes of driving, you arrive at the office. You park the car, you take the cell phone that was playing a song, you get off. You go to the corresponding waiting room, waiting to be called by your doctor...

Almost ten minutes after the agreed time on the shift, he calls you. You walk into the office.

After filling out the paperwork, he says, "Madam, the results of your annual check-up gave normal values, what happened?" You say "I think that i’m pregnant". He looks at you and says "I always told you to use the condom from the beginning" in a tone that simulates anger. He writes your order. You laugh at the discomfort and says "the thing is that I forgot... one thing led to another". He, extending the order to you, continues simulating his anger and says "later please, don't say the baby came by accident, eh!" and smiles. When you have the results, mark an appointment with me; if it's positive I'll refer you to the obstetrician". You nod and say, "Thank you doctor, see you later.”

You're very anxious to know that you're ready for testing.

As soon as you leave the office, you go to the laboratory, which is half a block from there You go into the center, withdraw a shift number. You wait a few minutes. They call you.

"Good morning", says her. You respond "Good morning" and you give her the order.

It's 10:15 in the morning. The laboratory is open until and 30. "Well, ma'am, it's still lab hours. If you have the 8-hour fast, you can wait and do it right now." Nod. After the paperwork of the health insurance, the receptionist gives you your turn and you wait for a call. Not even five minutes after you've sat down that the receptionist calls you. You enter the cubicle, you sit down. The professional would be on the side of your right arm. He asks you routine questions before a pregnancy sample (last intercourse, if you take pills, last menstrual period). Then he asks you to put your arm in the right place so he can do the extraction. Tie a rubber band over your elbow cavity. He asks you to clench your fist and squeeze hard. You do it. You look away, you're impressed to see a needle. You feel it inside you, annoying but tolerable. Moments later he says "Ready, you can open your hand..." and you turn your head in his direction again. He says "the results will be available from this afternoon, come with this order". Assentis, greet him and return home, having that cotton of your arm very strong.

You starve. So, it’s time to go home. You send a message to your husband "I'm going home! I love to everyone.😘❤️". You go to your car, get in, and put the music back in random. Don't let me down sounds, a song you once dedicated to your husband (but it's another story). You smile because of the nostalgia it gives you. And with that vibe, you start driving home.

You arrive. Your men hold you tight. "We miss you sweetie," he said, kissing you. Miguel looked with a disgusted face. And Rodrigo began to ask, "Is Mommy okay? You smile and say "yeah my love, I'm fine..."

It's nap time and you make your kids sleep, though reluctantly. It's a chance to talk to him about what happened without being suspected.

They are both sitting on one side of the bed. He looks at you, hugs you with his right arm and says "how are you?" You say to him, with his head a little low and without looking at him "I've already done the tests, I sincerely can't wait to go and get them... this is consuming me, hehehe", you say with a certain amount of anxiety. He lifts your face with the other hand so that you can see your eyes. He tells you, even having his hand on your chin, "don't get nervous. You're going to hurt the baby”. He laughs a little and continues "that home analysis for me didn't fail in this case... so, just pretend that there's a little living being among us".

You smile, with tears in your eyes "well, all right, I'll calm down... it's just that this has happened so many times, but I still can't help but get nervous. He caresses your cheek, smiling in the sweetest way. "That's my girl," he says and kisses you on the forehead. Then he hugs you, while you lay your head on his shoulder. You hug him too, very tight. “I love you, huh? You know that my feelings are truth...". He kisses your head, saying "I know it honey, I know it..." without enduring tears falling down his cheeks. Tears of happiness, not pain. Tears of feeling at home with you another day.

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Part 2

The fate wanted that until the next day you couldn’t go to withdraw the result before. You went last minute on Friday.

You arrive hurriedly to the laboratory to remove it, the receptionist sees you with a strange face. "I've come to pick up some results. She still looks at you in surprise and says "in the name of...". You tell her your name and she looks for you in a pile of results. He finds it. She puts it in an envelope and extends it to you. "Thank you" you say a little nervous and smiling. "You're welcome, have a good night. You almost ran to the door.

When you leave the lab, you’re so eager; so you take out the paper with the result. Positive. And you have a two months pregnancy. Your husband was right.

You get home. All three receive you. "Mommy's okay?" asks Rodrigo. "Yes, my love... very well," you say, looking at your husband and smiling. Then he hugs you much harder than usual. He says in your ear "I told you so, baby...". They both endure the crying. Miguel then says "they seem very happy. I like see a happy mommy and daddy" and he hugs you even stronger. But Rodrigo suspects that there is something strange...

August 19th. The big day.

He's still sleeping in bed, very deeply. You and your children approached him very slowly. You sat on the edge of the bed, trying to be stealthy. But your children jumped energetically towards him, shouting "Happy birthday daddyyyyyyy!" You can't help but smile. He wakes up surprised, he doesn't understand the situation for a few moments. Then, hug your babies "thank you little children", as he smiles and a few tears slip out of his eyes. He looks at you and you say "Happy birthday my love" with a big smile.

After a warm family time, he says "well, I have to get up". Your babies get a little sad out of bed.

It was time to make preparations. Many of your husband's friends will come to celebrate his birthday, so you ask the three of them for help to speed up the work.

After two hours leaving everything in order, they were ready to receive the guests. Catering came on time, you didn't want your husband to cooking on his birthday. There were options for all tastes, including vegetarian snacks for that friend of your husband's with whom he always discuss.

The music began to play from that very loud moment. Both your husband and your kids started to dance with Super Freak.

The guests start to came. Your house its full of joy, music and the smell of food.

Rodrigo and his little friends were playing hide-and-seek. He can't think of a better place to hide in your study, where your analysis results were over the desk. See that strange paper for him and he runs towards you. He forgets the game. This was more important.

"Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! What does it say on this paper? Come on, tell me!

After five minutes of insisting, you take him aside with your husband and say "you're going to have a little brother or sister soon." You didn't finish telling him, that Rodrigo begins to shout very loudly "my mommy is going to have a baby!"

Silence. Your guests saying "is it true?"

"Mommy, Daddy. Tell them," insists the boy.

You didn't want to tell them before because you've already lost a pregnancy, before Rodrigo. And that made you very bad. They preferred to wait until the fourth month was up.

But apparently things happened in a way that had to cut the tradition.

Your husbands look at you with an immense smile, hug you with one arm and with the other he goes to your belly. With that hand he touches the belly and says to everyone "Rodri is right. We didn't want to tell you yet... but good. This is the best birthday present I can have." Look at the guests. "As much the presence of all of you as that of my children, my wife and this little one who comes to change our routine," he says, looking towards your belly and caressing it gently.

After the hubbub and everyone's congratulations, the birthday then passes with great normality, with lots of loud music, screams of children playing and adults smiling. Obviously, it was not perfect... James, Rodrigo's little friend, threw soda on the floor. And Felix stained the carpet with cake. Things happen.

It gets dark and the guests start to leave.

After making your children bathe and sleep with your husband, you take showers. The shower has relaxed you a lot. Honestly you just want to sleep.

But when you get to the room, there is the light on the bedside table. He was sitting with a soft pillow on his back, against which he was leaning. He was reading a book. When he hears the door, he looks up and puts a bookmark in the book.

"Oh I was waiting for you... my beautiful girl", as I closed the book and left it on the bedside table. All without stopping looking at you.

"Yes, of course, you say that because I don't have a belly yet," you say smiling.

"You're always going to be for me," he says, with a warm smile.

You lie down. He then turns off the light and accommodates your side. "Come" he says to you softly. You lie your head on his chest, while he hugs you. He looks up at the ceiling and says "the best birthday I've ever had, thank you for taking care of everything... although Rodrigo ruined our surprise about the pregnancy," he smiles. "You close your eyes and say "maybe that's how my love had to pass. And of nothing, you know that I do it for you", you say hugging him strongly. He kisses you on the head and caresses your hair. You fall asleep. And he, too, after a few minutes.That night would be one of the last to sleep well in a long time. And internally both knew it. But, it doesn't matter... Christine is worth it.

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quishaphantom · 6 years ago

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Familiar Phantom

Fanfiction

prompt by @ladylynse

The Wisconsin Ghost. Plasmius. Whatever name they call him, Maddie has him captured now.

Jack was patrolling the park when his machine started beeping. A little blip appeared on the screen of his tracker, indicating that a ghost was nearby.

He was about to rush off before he saw Vlad leaning against a tree.

“Vladdie!” Jack yelled, tucking the device away and rushing away to chat with his friend.

When Jack approached the man, seeing Vlad’s eyes closed, his composure lacking the pretension it usually holds.

“Vladdie?” Jack asked softly.

He hasn’t seen this look on Vlad’s face since they were in college. It was a look he usually reserved for when he was homesick or when he had a falling out with either him or Maddie.

Vlad took a shaky breath, and looked up at Jack.

“My dear friend, I have something to tell you.

“When we were in college testing out that proto portal for the first time, something happened. It was a side effect of the accident with the portal.”

“Does this have to do with the ecto-acne?” Jack asked.

Vlad shook his head. “No, that was a separate side effect.” He took another shaky inhale, squeezing his eyes shut.

“I’m a halfa.”

“A whata?”

“A halfa.” Vlad repeated. “Half human, half ghost.”

“How is that possible? Why didn’t you tell us? We could’ve helped you, v-man.”

Vlad shook his head, looking back up at Jack.

“I resented you so much. I would’ve done anything to get rid of you Jack. My ghostly half latched onto some very strong feelings I had at the time of the accident and it transformed into my obsession. I couldn’t let myself.

“Besides, there’s always that chance you’d want to skin me alive as part of your research.”

“Vlad, we would n-”

At that Vlad held up a hand, stopping Jack.

“You don’t know who I am though.”

At that, a ring of black light appeared around his waist, and Vlad was replaced with the Wisconsin Ghost. Stunned, Jack froze for a minute.

Meeting Vlad’s eyes he could see the despair in them.

“I’m sorry, Jack. I’m so sorry.” He let out a small hiccup.

Jack moved forward and wrapped his arms around the sniffling Vlad.

“It’s okay. We’ll figure this out together.”

Suddenly, Vlad was being shot of out Jack’s grasp and being sucked up. Maddie stood there with here bazooka and thermos, looking fairly angry.

“Maddie, wait-”

At his voice, Maddie’s face turned to one of concern instead of malice, before she walked over to start fussing over him.

“Jack! Sweetie! Are you hurt anywhere? Did it get you?”

“No, Mads, I’m fine but-”

She looked away, the scientist in her taking over as she began plotting.

“We gotta get him to the lab. We should study this one. Examine him.”

“Wait-”

But she was already sprinting away and driving off in the RV.

“No!” Jack yelled, running off after her.

He couldn’t let her hurt him.

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Vlad woke up, a major migraine plaguing his head. Everything felt heavy, and he was unsure of what he was doing before he went to sleep.

Off to the side, Vlad heard a familiar voice. Maddie.

Ah, he thought. I must’ve fallen asleep in the lab again.

Vlad opened his mouth to speak, but found that his throat was dry and croaky. Clearing it, he spoke in a cracking voice.

“Maddie, my dear, what time is it?”

The mumbling suddenly stopped, the hologram silent.

Then fingers with sharp nails, nails, grabbed his face, yanking his head to the left. A low voice spit a question into his face.

“How do you know my name?” Realization dawned over Vlad, and he began to pry his eyelids apart. Before him was a very real Maddie Fenton, staring down at him, a vengeance in her eyes.

Looking around Vlad could see that they were indeed in a lab.

Except it was not his own.

He still could not recall the events before his unconscious state, and he felt as if he was playing catch up. How had Maddie managed to catch him? Where were they? What-

Suddenly his head flung to the side, a slap sent across his face by the woman in front of him.

“Answer me!” She yelled, chest heaving, hands clenched in anger.

Vlad closed his eyes, the slap bouncing the migraine around his head. Once the pain subsided, he looked back at her before sighing and looking up at the ceiling.

“You don’t want the answer to that, my dear.”

“Try me.” She growled.

“You wouldn’t believe me even if I did tell you.” He whispered.

“What was that?”

“You wouldn’t believe me!” He yelled.

Silence rang through the lab, the only sound the humming of the ghost portal. Maddie had held her ground, her brow furrowed in confusion at the outburst.

“Why wouldn’t I believe you?”

“Well, let’s see, I’m a ghost. I’ve attacked your husband. You wouldn’t think it’d be possible-”

“What wouldn’t be possible?”

Drat. After all these years, Maddie still had the ability to get Vlad’s mouth running, talking without thinking. Spilling his feelings.

Vlad shook his head. “You see that machine over there? The portal?” He nodded in it’s direction. “That machine is the most groundbreaking project you have ever done. It is also the most dangerous. How many people have gotten hurt because of it? How many people have to suffer because of it?

“I resent that thing. With every molecule in my being.”

Maddie was silent, watching Vlad with a curious but confused gaze.

“But you’re just a ghost. Isn’t the ghost portal a good thing? Letting you have easy access to wreak havoc on our world?”

Vlad scoffs.

“Just a ghost.”

“10:43.” Maddie said.

“What?” “The time is 10:43 at night.

“Oh.” Vlad shut his eyes. “If I may, can I ask how you captured me? I seem unable to recall the events before I awoke in your lab.”

“I was patrolling the park when I saw a flash. When I rounded the bend in the path, I could see you and my husband off in the distance. With your proximity, I came to the conclusion that he was being attacked.”

Vlad squinted, eyebrows furrowed, trying to remember going somewhere with Jack.

After a few moments, his eyes widened. He opened his mouth to rebuke the accusation when suddenly the slamming of a door could be heard from upstairs. Bangs and crashes could be heard, growing closer to the top of the basement steps. The door slammed open, startling Vlad and Maddie.

“Mads! Wait!” Jack huffed, out of air.

“It’s Vlad!”

Maddie turned back to face him, the look of confusion multiplied, before turning back to Jack.

“But he’s a ghost!”

“Actually-” Vlad started.

“-Half ghost.” Jack said, bent over at the waist, raising a pointer finger in the air while the other hand rested on his knee.

“What?” Maddie said. “How is that possible?”

“Told you.” Vlad said.

She squints at him before releasing his restraints. As he sits up, Jack comes to stand by his side, giving him a pat on the shoulder.

A black ring appears around Vlad’s waist, traveling along his body to reveal his suit and tie.

He looked up at Maddie, gauging her reaction to see her arms crossed, foot tapping against the tiled floor.

“You have a lot of explaining to do.”

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It was a dark night, just past ten o'clock. The wind was blowing through the trees, leaves gently falling to the ground. All in all, it seemed peaceful.

It better stay that way.

Maddie was on her nightly patrol of the town. Today’s route brought her through the park. Jack started on the other side and they were supposed to meet in the middle. This was their last stop, and once they were done, they could go home and relax.

Maddie was almost at the meeting spot when she heard mumbling through the brush. Nothing hostile, probably not a ghost. Following the soft mumble was a rounder sound, more full of life.

Jack. She thought. He must’ve finished early and found someone to talk to. Through the trees, she saw a flash of black light- black light?- come from the direction of her husband. She heard a gasp, and the warmth in the air disappeared, leaving behind a chill.

She ran around the bend in the path, and she saw a ghost, but not any ghost, the Wisconsin Ghost, attached to her husband. His grip was tight, and Jack appeared shocked.

Kneeling down, Maddie raised her ecto-blaster and aimed it at the ghost. She shot, knocking the ghost off of Jack, and earning a surprised expression from the both of them. Pulling out a thermos, she trapped the ghost.

“Maddie, wait-”

“Jack! Sweetie! Are you hurt anywhere? Did it get you?”

“No, Mads, I’m fine but-”

Maddie turned away. “We gotta get him to the lab. We should study this one. Examine him.” She began running towards the Fenton RV.

“Wait-”

She didn’t hear Jack’s protests, focus solely on the ghost in her possession.

She started up the car, putting it in drive, and sped away from the park.

“We’re gonna get home, strap this thing down, and ask it about it’s motives. Why does it specifically target our family, does that have to do with it’s ‘haunting’ or ‘obsession’? Do other-” She turned to face Jack in the passenger seat, only to see that she had left him behind in the rush to get home.

Whoops. Maddie thought.

She pulled into their driveway and parked the car, leaping out to make her way to the basement. She set up all the tools and machinery she would need, specifically the lab table, and pressed the release button on the thermos. Prepared for an angry ghost, she was quite surprised to find a limp Wisconsin ghost laying on the table.

What kind of ghost goes unconscious?

She maneuvers him into the correct position and locks the restrains into place around his wrists and ankles.

Maddie observed him, and then turned to fiddle with some tools on the counter behind her. She picked up a stack of notes, reading them to herself when she heard a croaking voice.

“Maddie, my dear, what time is it?”

Her blood chilled, and she stared blankly at the papers she was holding.

It knew her name.

Whipping around, she grabbed the ghost by the chin, hissing in it’s groggy face.

“How do you know my name?”

She watched as the ghost opened its eyes, peeling them apart in what looked to be great effort. As if it could feel pain.

Panic filled eyes met her, and then traveled around the room, taking in its surroundings. It was looking at the ghost portal when she met her limit.

She slapped him hard across the face, the noise reverberating around the lab. Its eyes blew open and then squeezed shut, mimicking pain quite well.

“Answer me!” She yelled, anger making her hands shake and her breath coming out heavily.

His eyes opened, and he turned to look at her before looking up at the ceiling again.

“You don’t want the answer to that, my dear.”

Maddie squeezed her eyes shut, grit her teeth, and started counting. The ghost was already getting on her nerves.

“Try me.”

It mumbled a reply, too low for her to hear.

“What was that?”

“You wouldn’t believe me!”

The roar bounced at the room, before leaving them in a heavy silence. She could feel the anger dripping off of the ghost, practically singeing her.

She furrowed her brow in confusion, wondering why that struck such a chord with him.

“Why wouldn’t I believe you?”

“Well, let’s see, I’m a ghost. I’ve attacked your husband. You wouldn’t think it’d be possible-”

Maddie’s eyes widened at the last statement, invoking the researcher in her.

“What wouldn’t be possible?”

The ghosts mouth snap shut, the look on his face as if he got caught sharing too much information. It was very reminiscent of-

“You see that machine over there? The portal?” The ghost started suddenly. “That machine is the most groundbreaking project you have ever done. It is also the most dangerous. How many people have gotten hurt because of it? How many people have to suffer because of it?

“I resent that thing. With every molecule in my being.”

An itch was starting to crawl up Maddie’s spine, telling her something was wrong. She didn’t know what it was. But it was there.

“But you’re just a ghost. Isn’t the ghost portal a good thing? Letting you have easy access to wreak havoc on our world?”

Because it’s supposed to be that simple.

Right?

The ghost let out a scoff, and replied dryly.

“Just a ghost.”

They sat in silence again, it was calmer this time, although tense.

“10:43.” She said, looking up from the watch in her suit.

“What?” He turned to look at her, perplexed at the abrupt change in subject.

“The time is 10:43 at night.”

“Oh.” He said. “If I may, can I ask how you captured me? I seem unable to recall the events before I awoke in your lab.”

Maddie frowned. Ghosts don’t usually suffer anything along the lines of brain trauma. What made the event disappear from his mind?

The ghost looked confused at first, until the realization spread across his face, his mouth opened just as the front door slammed and the end table got knocked over.

Clear the path from the front door to the lab of breakable items. Maddie noted as she heard Jack stumble around.

The door slamming into the wall at the top of the stairs still startled her, and she looked up to see Jack standing there, out of breath.

“Mads, wait!

“It’s Vlad!”

Maddie felt the color drain from her face as she looked at the ghost strapped the the table, and then back at her husband.

“But he’s a ghost!”

“Actually-” “Vlad” started.

“Half-ghost.” Jack finished, bent at the waist, still heaving in air.

“What?” Maddie said, brain racing. “How is that possible?” Ectoplasm is often times toxic to humans. How could one be sustained for such a long period of exposure without-

“Told you.”

Maddie turned to look at Vlad through squinted eyes. Now that she knew, it was easier to place those familiarities.

She pressed the button, releasing his restraints, and watched as he sat up, rubbing at his wrists. Jack walked over to them, placing a hand on Vlad’s shoulder, and the next thing she knew, a black ring was traveling over his body.

Leaving behind a completely human looking Vlad Master’s.

She watched him raise his gaze to her sheepishly.

Crossing her arms, she tapped her foot and looked him straight in the eyes.

“You have a lot of explaining to do.”

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Vlad had told them his story, the whole story. Starting with his feelings for Maddie and how that had coalesced into his ghostly obsession. Why he seemed to have dropped off the grid for years before returning as a millionaire.

How his ghost half had begun to be too overwhelming and he decided to try the last thing he could think of.

Ghosts often times move on once they make peace with their obsession of finally complete unfinished business, so Vlad hopes that this will clear his mind and allow him to live without a teakettle on the heat for the rest of his life.

He just hoped that by doing so, he wouldn’t move on to some sort of afterlife.

He wasn’t entirely sure what would happen if a halfa made peace with their obsession.

Jack and Maddie were staring at him, in shock, pity, pain.

But they haven’t kicked him out of the house yet.

Then Maddie stood up and moved across the living room to the couch he was sitting on, before plopping down beside him, wrapping an arm around his shoulder.

“Vlad…”

After a moment Jack joined the two, wrapping them up together in his arms.

The next morning, the two Fenton children would find them all curled up on the couch together, Jack lightly snoring.

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nasabeckx · 7 years ago

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Traditions

Chris Beck x reader

Word Count: 1950

Warnings: none!

A/N: This was requested by afraidofyourownminddreid and I feel like she could really use some fluff right now. Also has been anxiously waited on by beefy-james-barnes.

MASTERLIST

"BABY ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAAAAASSSSS IS YOOOUUUUUU," you -sang- screamed. You were currently dancing around your kitchen making gingerbread cookies for you and your boyfriend.

Yours and Chris' annual traditions of four years were currently being carried out. You started the day by waking up at too-late in the day, but it's excused as it's Christmas Eve. You then put on some layers and got some blankets to go out on your patio to drink hot chocolate and watch the snowfall as if it were early morning and you were watching the sunrise. By then, it was already 3 o'clock in the afternoon and after all these years of doing this, you both manage to forget to eat, sleeping past breakfast, filling up on cocoa, and being too engrossed in each others presence to bother thinking about anything else.

Conveniently, you had leftover gingerbread cookie dough from making them for your company Christmas party, so, as you two tend to forget how to be adults around the holidays, you decide to make that your lunch/dinner. You proceeded to turn on a festive music Pandora station and dance more than bake cookies, leading to a mini food fight and you accidentally getting flour in his hair. Being Christopher Beck, he didn't have the heart to get revenge on you, so he gave you a quick kiss on the cheek and a giggle and ran upstairs to get a shower.

As you know the rest of the night would consist of you opening one of the other's gifts and watching shitty Hallmark movies till you both pass out in bed from a sugar coma, you went ahead and turned on the TV and put on 'A Christmas Prince'. You laughed to yourself at the cheesy title as you put the hot baking sheet on the stove top.

"Whatcha' laughin' at?" you looked over and saw the flight-surgeon leaning against the counter in the Christmas sweater you got him last year. It had Darth Vader wearing a Santa hat on with letters around it, spelling out 'Merry Sithmas'.

"I was laughing at the title of the movie that's on, but now I'm laughing at you," you answered with a huge grin on your face. You grabbed the spatula and started putting the hot cookies on the cooling rack.

"You do remember that you're the one that got it for me, right?" he laughed while reaching for a cookie, and you know exactly what's gonna happen.

"Baby, the pan is still-,"

"OW!" he shouted, quickly pulling his hand back and dropping the cookie on the floor. He grabbed it with his other to analyze it, and while you were trying your hardest to ask him if he was alright, it sure was difficult when you couldn't breathe.

"Oh my g- are you- are you okay?" you gasped, genuinely wanting him to be okay, and trying your hardest to not laugh because you felt so bad, but at this point, it was deemed impossible.

"Yeah, I think I'm fine," he grinned a little bit at your reaction, never being able to resist your laugh and the fact that he was the reason for it, nevermind the fact that it caused him pain. "Hey, yeah can you be a little less sympathetic? I can't help but feel like you're hounding me." He questioned sarcastically.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just-I saw it coming and I tried to warn you!" you defended, "but seriously, are you okay?" you asked, being more serious than you were before, but still not able to wipe the smile off your face.

After Chris using his medical superpowers to decide that the burn wasn't that big of a deal and treating it with a little aloe vera, you started getting ready for the rest of your evening. You seated the cookies down on the table while Chris gathered pretty much every blanket you owned, and laid them out on the couch.

Finally, you were ready for the best tradition. You walked over to the brightly lit tree and knelt down to grab the gift you'd planned to give to your overenthusiastic boyfriend. He was practically pushing you over so he could grab his gift for you from under the tree.

You sat down on the couch, but you pulled your legs up to cross them over each other and turned sideways so you were facing the opposing side of the couch. Chris followed and sat down in front of you, leaving one leg to dangle over the side of the couch while he pulled the other up on the couch. It was then that you noticed that the box he pulled out was unusually large and in comparison, the one you held in your hand was quite small.

"Alright, open mine first!" you blurt, you were really excited for him to open the gift you'd spent more money on than you were willing to admit.

When Chris finally ripped the bow off and tore open the paper, his face lit up when he saw the familiar Star Wars logo, and then held up the box closer to his face to get a better look. When he processed what the object in the box was, he brought his face back up to meet yours.

"Babe, seriously," you could see the astonishment on his face, "this is amazing, I can't believe you actually managed to get this."

It was a Star Wars inspired watch he'd had his eyes on for a while. He never explicitly said that he'd wanted it, but you knew from the way he looked at it in the gift shop you went in when you went to Disney World last summer. You managed to go back and buy it while he was distracted trying on all of the hats with Mickey ears incorporated into them.

"You really like it? I was worried that I-"

"Baby, I promise you, I love it," his face was beaming, and there was excitement in his eyes. He leaned forward and gave you a kiss before leaning down and grabbing the enormous box covered with snowman wrapping paper and setting it on the couch. He shoved the box towards you and made motioning eyes towards it.

You laughed at your boyfriend's eagerness and pulled the box closer to yourself. You picked up the box, expecting for it to be heavy due to its size, but you soon found out that it was relatively light. This caused a confused expression to fall on your face, but you kept going and looked around the perimeter to find where the paper was sealed with tape to rip it off. When you peeled the paper off, a regular brown box was revealed under it. You opened the box to find that there was another gift-wrapped box hidden inside.

You immediately understood what was happening and looked up Chris to give a look. You know. The "look".

He looked to be scared for about a second and a half, but pulled back to give you smile as if to say "trust me".

"Chris, you fucker," you mutter to yourself as you put your hand in the box to pull out the slightly smaller box. He giggled but continued to stare you down, watching your every move.

You unwrapped the second box and opened it to reveal, again, a slightly smaller box. You glared at Chris, and he just smiled. Yeah, you were gonna be here a while.

Now, here you were, 10 minutes later, and you'd opened a grand total of 9 boxes. The carpet surrounding the couch at this point was barely detectable, the wrapping paper had consumed it so. You were sure he'd used a whole roll of wrapping paper to do this, and halfway through you'd figured out that this is where all of it might've gone when it went missing when you were wrapping your mom's present.

You were down to the last box and completely anxious to see what it was. They could probably feel Chris' anxiousness from the International Space Station as you peeled off the paper.

Under it, you found a black velvet jewelry box, and you were already getting the hint as to what it was. You looked up at Chris for some kind of confirmation that this was actually happening, and you got it when you saw the biggest smile you'd ever seen resting on his face.

He gently reached over and grabbed the box from you, stood up, and took a step closer to where you were. He got down on his knees in front of you, so he was now a little less than eye-level with you.

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N), I have loved you ever since the moment I laid eyes on you," you rolled your eyes at his cheesiness, but smiled as he went on. "I always knew that I loved you, but I didn't realize how much I loved you until I left for those many months last year for work. It was then that I realized that I never want to have to live a life without you in it, and I wanna make sure that I cherish every moment we have together until I leave again, and I figured," he chuckled, "that I should make sure we were both on the same page before I carried this promise to myself out," It wasn't until then that he opened the box, exhibiting a gorgeous ring. It was simple, just like you had wanted, but still beautiful.

"So," he grabbed your hand, "(Y/N/N), sweetie, love of my life," you could only imagine how hard his muscles must be working for a smile that big to appear on his face, "will you do me the incredible honor to be my wife?"

You were just now realizing the tears streaming down your face, but you paid them no mind as you wiped them away, wrapping your hands around the back of Chris' neck to pull him to you and gave him the most passionate kiss you'd ever shared. It was almost as if time stood still. Chris' right hand still held the box but both hands rested on your thighs, you hands tying themselves in his brown curls. You finally manage to pull yourself away from him.

"Yes, yes, yes, a million times YES!" you smiled through your tears. Chris laughed as he pulled the ring out of the box and carefully slipped it onto the correct finger. He sat back up on the couch again next to you and put his hand on your face to wipe away the tears before giving you another peck.

He stood up to pick up all of the wrapping paper on the floor and you ran into the kitchen to grab a trash bag and came back to help him out. After all the trash was thrown out, you both sat down on the couch, cuddled up under a fluffy fleece blanket to watch the corny Christmas movie. Chris put his arm around you and pulled you closer, almost into his lap.

"I love you so much, you know that right?" he whispered in your ear.

"Well, I sure do hope you do or this is a huge misunderstanding," you said, pulling your head back to give him a huge smile.

He laughed and tugged you back into him, putting your head back on his chest.

Yeah, this was definitely your favorite tradition.

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angelshits · 8 years ago

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I know we are...

Scott imagine feat. Void Stiles

A/N: this one is in the third person hope you like!! --- You're Stiles little sister in the 7 Grade. You knew about Scott being a werewolf and Lydia and the rest of the pack. You knew about Void so to keep you safe from Void, you stayed at Scott's house which was perfectly fine with you loved Scott and Melissa, Melissa was basically another mother to you and Scott was basically your brother. Everything was going fine in your life until you were diagnosed with a rare heart condition when you were 9. you had to get a heart transplant but they said that if they did it when you were 9 there was a low chance of surviving, so they said they'ed do the surgery when you were 13.

Today was the day you had to go for the surgery. Scott picked you up at lunch.

"Hey Scotty" you said with a glowing smile on your face.

"Hey Y/N/N you ready to go to the hospital?" Scott asked while getting into the car.

"Can you believe it, my French teacher gave me work for me to do in the hospital" you complained

"Who do you have?"

"Madame Moreau" you mocked

"I hated her" Scott chuckled.

You got to Scott's house and you ran up the stairs to get your overnight bag for the hospital. As you got closer to the hospital, you started to get nervous. Scott took one hand of the wheel and put it on my hands to stop me twiddling my thumbs.

"You'll be fine Y/N there's no need to be nervous"

"How did you- oh ya you heard my heart rate go up"

"plus you twiddle your thumbs when your nervous, its very distracting" he said looking at you for a second, you giggled.

You and Scott got out of the car and walked into the hospital were you meet your dad, he walked over and gave you a hug and you hugged back.

"I'm so proud of you sweetie, everything is going to be ok" he whispered in your ear ,you smiled into his chest.

"I think you need that more than me" he laughed at your joke.

You separated when Melissa came up to you.

"You are scheduled for surgery in about an hour and a half Y/N" she gave you a reassuring smile. You just nodded your head.

"let's get you ready so" Melissa said.

"Question, what am i going to do for the hour and a half?"

"Well Scott has to go back to school and your dad has to go back to work soo, did you bring your iPad"

"Always" You made Melissa giggle which made you smile.

You got to your room and got changed into the gown Melissa gave you for the surgery, you sat on the bed and took out your french homework, you had to do every exercise in chapter 5 and 6 but you got it done in half an hour so you took out your iPad and started to watch Shane Dawson. Then the hour flew by and Melissa came into tell you your surgery was now.

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Scott dot back to school with 30 minutes to spare he walked in and saw The twins, Isaac, Lydia, Allison and Kira all talking to each other.

"Hey Scott hows Y/N?" Allison asked

"Wait whats wrong with Y/N" Isaac was very concerned (Isaac was your best friend in high school apart from Lydia, Allison and Kira). "She's getting a heart transplant today" Lydia said with a smile.

"Anyway she's doing fine a bit nervous but who wouldn't be" Scott shrugged.

Scotts phone went off in his pocket it was from Melissa saying that she was going in now.

"Who's that from Scott?" Kira asked

"It's from my mom saying that Y/N going in now" just a Scott finished his sentence the bell rang.

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It was 6 o'clock when you got out of surgery, you were still unconscious (obviously). Scott came into the hospital at 7 with food for his mom and he was going to stay the night with you.

"Indian?" Melissa asked with a smirk on her face.

"What else, What room is she in?" Scott asked while he handed the take out to Melissa.

"265" Melissa said while stuffing her face.

As Scott was walking to your room a nurse stopped him.

"Hey Scott are you going to see Stiles' sister?" the nurse asked.

"Yeah how did you know?"

"Because Stiles is in there waiting for you." the nurse said while walking off.

Scott's eyes widened as he walked down to your room it took him a second to progress what she said. Once he realized he started to sprint down to the room. When he got to the room he burst open the door to see Y/N still unconscious. He let of a sigh of relief until he saw the chair beside the bed was turned to face the bed and usually the back of the chair is against the wall.

"I guess you won this round of hide and seek" a voice said from behind the chair.

"don't go near her" Scott growled.

"I cant come to see my sister in hospital" Void said with a sarcastic tone.

"Don’t bring Y/N into this" Scott's eyes were turning red at this point.

"I wasn’t going to I just came to check on her"

"Bullshit Void"

"Would you rather I'd do this" Void took a step to the machine that was helping you get used to your heart and to make sure your heart rate doesn’t go increasingly high. Your heart rate started to speed up as Void got closer.

"STOP" Scott shouted.

Void stepped away and your heart rate went back to normal. Void was gone in a flash. Scott rushed to your side to see is he did any damage. He saw that Void did nothing and he slouched back in the chair.

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Today was Saturday, the pack decided to come into see you. when Scott woke up you were already awake eating a chicken roll.

"Good morning Sleeping Beauty" you said swallowing the last piece of you chicken roll. Scott gave you a smile.

"Umm..... I knew Void was here yesterday. I heard everything" you said as you scratched the back of your head.

"What did he say to you when I wasn't here Y/N?"

"How he didn't want to hurt me and that he would try and 'protect' me, but I don't feel like I trust him" you put quotations on protect. Before Scott could say anything Allison, Lydia, Kira and Isaac came through the door with balloons and teddy bears.

"Hey Y/N! we brought you a few small things, well most of us" Lydia said with a loving smile on her face. You looked over at Isaac who was holding a massive teddy bear which was probably bigger then you. You just giggled.

A few hours went by you and Kira were talking.

"But the only good thing about this is that I have a sandwich for breakfast and ice-cream for the rest of the day something to do with keeping my heart cool or something i only really tuned in when the doctor said ice-cream." You and Kira chuckled. Scott, Lydia, Allison and Isaac where in the hallway disguising something.

"He was here last night" Scott told the others.

"why would he be with Y/N?" Isaac asked.

"He said he wanted to 'protect' her"

"Why would he want to protect her unless by protect he means torture her to get to Stiles" Allison interjected.

later that night Scott stayed with you he said to his mom that he would stay with you day and night just in case. You didn't really talk much you just watched movies and YouTube videos most of the time unless your iPad died then you would probably watch the american football with Scott or text your friends. But then that one night you really had no idea what was going on, you were basically high off pain killers nothing really made sense after a while of Scott videoing you to show you what you looked like when you were 'high' until your head fell back against the pillows and you were out like a light. Scott went out to get his mom food and for himself, When he came back to the room with his pizza you where gone everything, the heart monitor and your IV. Scott started to panic he called the pack to tell them what happened.

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You woke up on a cold concrete floor, you were still a bit drowsy from the pain killers. You looked around but all you could see was grey concrete walls and floors.

"I see you finally woke up Y/N/N" he had a crooked smile.

"You may be in Stiles' body but you CAN NOT call me Y/N/N you got that!"

"Is that anyway to talk to your older brother" he walked up to you and squatted down so now you where face to face.

"Trust me I've said worse"

"Your Pain is delicious you know"

"You don’t scare me Void because I know my brother is still in there"

The back of his hand connected with your face at full force causing you to look over your shoulder. Void left the room and luckily there was a pocket in the hospital gown that you always have my phone in. Your phone wasn’t dead (thank god) you called Isaac (cause you didn't have Scott’s number idk).

"Y/N/N thank god you called me we thought you where dead" Isaac rambled.

"Isaac I don’t Know where I am it's freaking me out it's some type of basement" you whispered. your breathing got faster.

"Y/N it ok just calm down your going to be ok" Isaac said.

"I don't think she will be Isaac her heart rate is going up and that’s not good for her if it goes up to high she can die-" he was cut off by Growls.

"She's not going to" You saw 3 pairs of blue and you imminently knew that it was the twins and Derek.

Your breathing got quicker the heart monitor was going crazy. You were having a panic attack. you saw the twins and Derekfighting Void then someone else came in but you were too focused on your breathing to calm yourself down. The person got closer to you realized it was Allison and Lydia coming to help you out. They helped you put one arm around Lydia and Allison's shoulders. As you got out you realized that you where in the School, you could still hear roars from fightingVoid. You couldn't take it anymore you had to stop to take care of you breathing. You slid down the lockers and brought your knees to your chest because this was the way you calmed down from panic attacks.

"Y/N listen to me you're going to be ok sweetie" Allison said to you and you nodded your head. You had calmed down and your heart monitor was back to normal. you stood back up and walked out you saw Scott and Isaac at the car. You heard the doors of the school fly open, you turned around to see Aidan, Ethan and Derek running out the twins hopping on the motorcycles and Derek getting in his car you got into the car with Derek and Scott. Derek was bringing you back to the hospital.

"Scott?"

"Yeah"

"I'm scared, I'm scared that I won't get my sarcastic brother back, we're going to get him back right" you looked up at him and a single tear rolled down your cheek. Scott wiped the tear away.

"I know we are".

#void stiles #scott mccall #allison argent #kira yukimura #lydia martin #stiles stilinski #derek hale #aiden #ethan #melissa mccall #sherriff stilinski #teen wolf #teen wolf imagines #isaac lahey

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kissmeunderthestarlight · 8 years ago

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If You Do(BamBam-Got7)

Requested by: JiaPichu ~So, it's me again? Huh... Why you gotta be like this? Forget it! If you do it's GOOD, if I do it's DONE. How can you always say that I'm wrong. You always want to win, tears are your ultimate weapon. I was attracted to your confidence at first but every day I went down on my knees. You magnified even my minor mistakes and pushed me to the edge of the cliff. Well I love you anyway, that's why I put up with you~

"Dang it, Bam can't you just help me out and watch him?!"

"Why?! Now I'm not allowed to go out with my friends and hang out?"

"You go out with them every night! I'm just asking you to watch him tonight for a couple hours so I can go out and have time to myself! Why the hell is that too much to ask?!"

"God, you're so frikin selfish! Seriously?! It's not like you don't ever have time to yourself!"

"Are you kidding me?! Ever since I had him I've stayed at home with him while you've gone out and partied! You come in at 3 o'clock in the morning, drunk!"

"Whatever, do whatever the hell you want I'm going out for tonight!"

"Wha- Kunpimook Bhuwakul! Get back in here! Bam-!"

You were left standing in the foyer holding your now screaming 4 month old child and staring at the door that your husband had just slammed in your face. You took in a deep breath as the tears slid down your cheeks and then cuddled your child close, rocking him back and forth to get him to calm down. Looking into his now open eyes and smiled softly and rubbed his cheek, kissing the top of his head and closing your eyes.

"It'll be alright. Mommy's sorry for shouting baby. Come on, that's a good boy." You said softly, bringing him up to lay his head on your shoulder as you walked into his room and laying him in his crib. "Alright baby, you take a nap. Mommy's going to go in her room and do something. I'll be right back sweetie."

~Every day every night, feel like a fool you gotta know. Why why why are you always mad mad mad at me. Can we go back to the way we were? If you do it always becomes the right words, if you do I can never win. Suddenly you become a different person. When we get along well I get more nervous. If I do If I do, if I say something you always say let’s break up so I can’t get any closer. Can’t deepen my love for you~

You closed the door after turning his monitor was on and then headed into your room, turning the one on in your room as well before heading to the closet and getting a suitcase out. Setting it on the bed you grabbed clothes from your dresser and started to fill the suitcase, ignoring the tears that were falling down your cheeks silently. Though after a couple minutes you found you couldn't hold it in anymore and sat on the bed finally letting out the sobs you had been holding in.

You couldn't believe that the marriage that you had once thought would last forever would be over this quickly. You loved Bam, you did, but there was only so much you could take of him never being around and helping you take care of your child. It's like he never realized that he had responsibilities of being a father other than paying the bills. You weren't even sure anymore if he actually loved you, all you knew was that every time he was actually home the hours were spent arguing over the stupidest things and you had finally gotten tired of it. You'd had enough, so you had decided that you were leaving.

You layed your head in your palms and let out a tired sighed, listening as your son babbled to himself. Bam's earlier words replayed in your head making more tears escape and you bent over sobbing.

"Why'd it have to end like this?" You cried out, not believing that this was coming to an end so fast.

Shaking your head, you pulled yourself together again and grabbed the rest of your clothes from the dresser, setting them in another suitcase when the other was full and zipping both up. Then you set them on the floor and went to get your son, turning the monitors off in the process and heading to the guest room where you were planning on sleeping for that night before you left.

Unbeknownst to Bam you had already packed your son's things earlier today when he wasn't home, you had already made your decision to leave. You layed on the bed and set your son beside you, laying your arm over him as you both drifted off to sleep.

~Your major is saying the same thing over and over, you force me to do things to please you. I am tired of these trials with already known results I’m desperate to break free. To you they’re just friends to me they’re jerks who could be flirting with you. Another mistake, if you do it’s ok, but if I do huh I wish you wouldn’t go too far but you just can’t stop. Now I say in my sleep, I’ll be good. When there’s nothing to say you always say, I’m gonna go to bed frustrated with no one to talk to. Sometimes I delude myself that I’m trapped~

Third person POV:

BamBam had come home, sober but upset, to a house filled with darkness and silence. No light was on and he didn't hear his son cooing or crying so he assumed the both of you had gone to bed. It wasn't strange given it was 1 o'clock in the morning, which was early for him to be home. He had went out with the boys but he couldn't have fun like he always did, the words he had said that morning had been playing around in his head on constant repeat and he felt disgusted by himself every passing second.

Heading upstairs with a sigh he decided to not bother you and to apologize tomorrow morning. Once he got in the room though, he noticed all the empty drawers that were open and panicked realizing that you had packed your things and were gone.

"No," he whispered to himself. "No!" He headed out of the room quickly and raced towards his son's room, only to find it empty as well. "No no no no," he muttered as he slid down against the wall and felt the tears fall down his cheeks as a sob ripped its way out of his throat.

He had messed up, and he was only realizing how horrible he's been not only as a father but as a husband as well. He couldn't believe he had said that stuff to you when you were just trying to get him to watch him, for a night! You wanted him to watch his own son for a night and he yelled at you, calling you selfish when he was indeed the selfish one. He wiped his face and stood from the floor quickly, heading out of the room now determined to chase you down and tell you how sorry he was. There was actually no way he could tell you how sorry he was because he knew he had messed up, badly, but you meant too much to him.

He stopped in his tracks on the top of the stairs though when he heard a babies cry and turned around with wide eyes, walking to where the sounds were coming from. The guest room that was now shut.

~If you do it always becomes the right words, if you do I can never win. Suddenly you become a different person. When we get along well I get more nervous. If I do If I do, if I say something you always say let’s break up so I can’t get any closer. Can’t deepen my love for you. It’s up to you if you wanna break up, I don’t care. Just do whatever you want, it doesn’t matter to me I’ll just go to sleep~

He opened the door and almost cried when he saw the moonlight streaming through the window and falling over your still form that layed on the bed, cuddling your son against your body. Now standing beside the bed he knelt on the empty side and leaned over the both of you, looking down at you and admiring once more how beautiful you actually were. He was lucky and he had forgotten that until you had scared him into remembering.

Leaning down, he kissed his son's head before moving on and kissing your cheeks dry. Trying to erase the pain from you. He pulled back and stared down into your now open eyes that were staring back up at him. Letting out a sigh he layed his forehead against yours and let his tears fall once more.

"I'm so sorry baby," he said softly to you, "There's no words for how sorry I am. You can hate me all you want but please-please don't leave me!"

Your POV:

You stared up at your husband with wide eyes as he cried in shock and realized how serious he was, seeing as how he had never cried in front of you before. Sighing, you felt yourself melting all over again and realized that your husband does in fact care for you and your son. You layed your palm on his cheek and smiled softly as he snuggled against it, kissing it before opening his eyes again and looking down at you.

"I'm so sorry baby, please don't leave."

"Okay, but we have to work this out Bam. I'm tired of you never helping or being here."

He grabbed your hand with his free one and snuggled his cheek against it, "Never again baby. I promise."

You smiled and leaned up, giving him a kiss and forgiving him. You couldn't help it, you really did love him and after 4 years of being married you didn't want to give up so quickly. Smiling, you watched as your husband layed down and cuddled up beside both you and your son. He rubbed his back and kissed his head before looking up at you and kissing your forehead as well.

"I love you," he said as he looked into your eyes.

"I love you too, pabo."

~Every day every night, feel like a fool, you gotta know. Why why why are you always mad mad mad at me. Can we go back to the way we were? If you do it always becomes the right words, f you do I can never win. Suddenly you become a different person. When we get along well I get more nervous. If I do If I do, if I say something you always say let’s break up. So I can’t get any closer, can’t deepen my love for you~

#bambam #got7 #if you do #kpopimagines #kpop imagines #kpop

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angelwings44 · 7 years ago

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Anabelle

A short story for Writing Prompt #001 There's a teenage boy covered in blood, living in my closet. He’s kinda shy, but he’s okay, for a ghost.

I sighed as my backpack slipped off my shoulders and landed on the floor with a soft bump. The pain of 4 textbooks reminded me that I had homework tonight, and it was all due as soon as I walk into class tomorrow morning. I stared down at the bag and shrugged, convincing myself I would do it later, which probably meant eleven o'clock tonight. I looked up at my walls and sighed. I never understood the color blue and I hated it, but I never had the time to repaint.

I checked my phone before putting it on charge and walking into the kitchen to grab a glass of juice from the fridge. I frowned when I noticed that all of the fridge's contents were alcohol-related, so I closed the fridge and just decided to grab a glass of water from the sink. I'll definitely have to gather up some money to go grocery shopping later in the week. I brushed my blonde hair out of my eyes and blew a breath of air out as I read the note on the fridge.

Gone shopping. Be back later. Have supper ready by 6. Love you. -Dad

I smiled at the last part and pulled the note off the fridge. He hasn't said that in a while...maybe he's going grocery shopping? I tried over and over again to try and convince myself that that was what he was doing, but there was always a part of me that knew EXACTLY what he was doing, and he wasn't shopping for food. That little bit of happiness extinguished in my heart as I packed the note with me to my room, along with the glass of water. I sipped carefully from the glass as my feet padded against the wooden floors. As I neared the end of the hallway, I stared at the red splotches beside my door and noticed how they stained the wood. I had asked my dad about the mysterious red splotch once before and he shrugged it off and told me I had spilled kool-aid once and didn't tell him so it stained. Even at a younger age, I had not believed him one hundred percent. The stain was even now too dark to be a kool-aid stain and I always wonder what it might've been every time I go into my room.

Sighing, I stepped silently into my blue room but nearly dropped my glass as I noticed the boy sitting on my bed with my textbooks in hand. I watched in curiosity as he turned each page and ran his pale fingers across the words. His mouth opened and closed as he silently read the words and I smiled. I'm glad someone could find interest in that garbage. While in this daze of watching the boy, I forgot that I was holding my glass and I froze as it slipped from my fingers and shattered against the floor. The boy shot up quickly and spun around to face me, his hair covering most of his face. His clothes were once a nice blue sweater and black skinny jeans, but they were now stained crimson, along with his face. But his face was a different, burning crimson as he stared at me in shock, and then vanished. My books lie open on my bed and the glass still lay broken on the floor as I groan and hit my forehead. This is the closest I've ever gotten to the boy. I quickly bent over and picked up the shards of glass, but I apparently didn't pick up the glass carefully enough. I hissed and dropped the shard as the freshly made wound flooded with red. As I stood up to grab a band-aid, I saw my closet door slide open and the boy peeked through cautiously. He stared at the cut on my finger with wide eyes and opened his mouth, but he couldn't force the words out of his throat. His eyes glazed over and he looked down at the floor and gulped.

"Hey...it's not your fault, okay? I'm easily scared, and it's just a scratch. See?" I held up the cut for him to see but he wouldn't meet my eyes. He stared at the cut with the saddest expression before slipping back into the closet. I quickly ran to the bathroom and treated the wound before cleaning the rest of the glass cautiously. After I had dumped the glass in the trashcan, I returned to my room and noticed a slip of paper on my floor in front of my closet that had not been there earlier. Out of curiosity, I picked up the little slip of paper and turned it over.

'I'm sorry I scared you. ' was neatly written in red and I grimaced when I realized that it was written in blood. I wrinkled the paper up and smiled at the door. Although it was written in blood- I'm not sure what or whose- it was the thought that counted.

"It's okay. Do you want to come out? I won't bite..." I trailed and waited for a response. Silence. Finally, a lightbulb lit up in my head. I ran over to my already open backpack and sifted through its contents. I sat on the floor in front of my closet and slid the notebook and pen under the closet. I heard a scribbling noise come from the other side and I grinned as the notebook was pushed back to my side. As he wrote his reply, I jumped up and snatched my phone from the dresser so I could keep track of the time. Dad would be home soon, and I needed to be prepared when that happens. Who knows what condition he'll come home in. The sound of the notebook sliding back to my side of the door awoke me from my daze and I sighed a little and read his response.

'Are you scared of me?'

"No, not at all," I answered, but I think we both knew that was a lie. There was a couple times where I'd pull open my closet doors in the morning and yelp because of the dead body living in the corner of my closet. I first noticed him about 4 years ago, and he was really shy and disappeared when I saw him. There was this one time where he stayed and watched me as I did my homework, but when I looked up from my paper I screamed out of surprise and he frowned before vanishing into thin air. "I want to talk to you. I want to know why you're here. Maybe I can help. Can you please come out?"

'I'd rather not. '

"Why not?" I slid the notebook back under the door.

Scribble scribble.

'Because I need to stay in here...' A certain curiosity crossed over me and I frowned.

"Why?"

'Because...I-'

Before I could read the rest, a loud bang sounded through the house and a shout echoed through the halls.

"AMBER WHERE ARE YOUU?" He slurred and I gulped. Quickly jumping up, I panicked frantically and spun around to look for a place to hide. I shut my bedroom door while he searched the living room to buy me some time. I quickly spun around, slid silently inside the closet, and crouched down beside the teenage boy who seemed just as frightened as I did. We both shook out of fear and I put my hand over my mouth to keep me from screaming. I hated it when he came home like this, but ever since Mom left, this is the only way he knows how to deal with her death. "AMBERRR" He drawed out my name and it made shivers run down my spine. I bit my lip harshly as I felt the vibrations of his boots hitting the floor as he stumbled closer and closer to us. I quickly glanced over and noticed that the boy was suddenly gone, and I felt a sudden feeling of betrayal overwhelm me. Stuttering, Dad pushed my door open and sauntered in. I could smell the intoxication from here. His yellow-toothed grin haunted me as I stared at him in horror. His eyes searched my room for any sign of me, and it stopped on all my textbooks on my bed. "Oh, Amber, I know you're in here, Sweetie. Come out, come out where ever you are!" He sang and I grimaced. This sweet little sober act had been used on me one too many times. I stayed put and watched him sit there for a few more seconds, swaying back and forth every few seconds. Finally, after what had seemed like an eternity, he turned around and stumbled out of my room, probably going to get another beer and pass out while watching football. A sigh of relief escaped my lips as I stepped out of my closet and shut the door quietly. Just as I did so, I felt my phone start vibrating and my heart stopped.

My ringtone sounded through my room as I tried to pick my phone out and reject the call. The noise frightened me but the fear of getting caught by Dad scared me even more as I rejected the call and everything grew silent. No tv, no air conditioning, nothing. Not a sound. I held my breath and clutched my phone as I strained my ears to try and hear him opening the fridge, or maybe turning on the tv, but all I could hear was the turning of the doorknob and my Dad's disturbingly drunk voice singing,

"I found you." He had his phone in hand and smirked as my number was being dialed on the screen...

It was too late to hide, too blocked to run. The only exit to my room is a window and a door, and my father is currently blocking one of those exits. I gulped as he stared at me with an evil smirk and let himself into my bedroom, closing the door behind him. He held a bottle in one hand and a cigarette in his mouth, and I'm not sure how he was able to get both in the 10 seconds that he wasn't in my room, but Dad isn't Dad unless he's holding one of the two.

"Why isn't dinner ready? I asked for it to be ready by the time I got home." He growled and I backed up slowly against the wall. Stupid idea, I know, but I wasn't thinking that way at the moment. I wanted to get as far away from him as I could. He stayed where he was and I started to speak.

"I'm sorry Dad, I didn't know you were going to be home this early I-" He cut me off with a growl and I shut my trap faster than the Lions did when Daniel was thrown in the lion's den.

"Sorry! Oh, I'm SORRY.' Sorry doesn't cut it, AMBER! I give you all this and you want to take it for granted. All I ask of you is to make food, is it really that hard?! YOU'RE SUCH A DISAPPOINTMENT."

No matter how drunk his words were, there was always a sober truth lying within them. The words stung as they flooded from his mouth, but what really hurt me was the way he looked at me with such hatred and filth in his eyes, like I wasn't his own blood. Like I was some homeless girl he picked up off the street and hated. But he was supposed to love me. He did love me...right? A voice in the back of my head laughed harshly at the thought. It was obvious. He only loved me when I gave him part of my paycheck so he can go "shopping". The voice yelled in my head, urging me to fight back. Urging me to do something about this. I did all I could to please him. Instead of studying or hanging out with my friends, I took on a part-time job while he sat on his bum at home building up his beer gut. I deserved better than this, that much I knew. Mom, I hope you're seeing me now. You always told me to fight back and do what's right, so here I am, fighting for my freedom.

"No, Dad. I do everything I can for you and it's still not enough. I come home from school, wash the dishes, vacuum the living room, take out the trash, and clean up your vomit in the bathroom every day. I took on a part-time job halfway across town and you won't drive me there- you're never in the condition to anyways but still- AND I DON'T EVEN GET HALF THE CHECK. IT ALL GOES TO THAT STUPID LIQUOR STORE DOWNTOWN. And then, after I clean and work for you, I tend to MY needs. I study for school, I do my homework and projects. And then I go and buy ACTUAL food to eat so WE don't starve because I'm sorry to burst your bubble but WE CAN'T LIVE ON CAMEL'S AND BUDLIGHT, FATHER!" I took in a breath of air and noted how red his face had gotten. Steam poured from his ears as he lifted his arm above his head and slung the half-empty bottle at my face. I ducked just in time for it to miss me by an inch and shatter against the wall behind me. I screamed loudly as he pounced towards me and shoved me up against the wall.

"Why you little," He spat in my face. His breath reeked of alcohol, more than usual, "I GAVE BIRTH TO YOU! I RAISED YOU WHEN YOUR MOM WOULDN'T. THAT LITTLE- I SHOULD'VE NEVER EVEN MET YOUR MOTHER!" Tears welled up in my eyes for the first time tonight and I screamed back at him. His cigarette shook in his mouth and the ash fell and hit the floor as I screamed.

"YOU WILL NOT BRING MY MOTHER INTO THIS! SHE COULDN'T RAISE US BECAUSE YOU DECIDED SHE WASN'T ENOUGH FOR YOU, YOU IGNORANT MORON!" He glared at me and suddenly, his hands were around my neck, preventing me from swallowing the one thing I needed. I choked and gasped as my arms flailed around and tried to poke him in the face. I was trying to remember the video we watched at school about this. Since we live in a large city and multiple kids walked from school to their house, the school showed us a new video every month on what to do if someone ever attacked us. I kicked him over and over again in the shins, but he was far too strong to be defeated, so I did the next best thing and poked him in the eyes. He let out a yelp and removed his hands from my throat as my vision started returning and the dots faded. I watched as he, with both hands covering his eyes, stumbled backward and tripped over something and started to fall quickly. He hit the back of his head on the desk and fell to the floor with a loud thump. I winced and coughed as he hit the floor, staring wildly at the thing he tripped over.

I specifically remember that bag being on my bed, not in the middle of my room. I looked up from the bag and met the gaze of a dead man.

"Did you...move this?" I asked and he stared at Dad warily. He did not hear me. I walked in front of him and he looked down.

"...I had to..." His croaky voice surprised me as I stared at him with my eyes wide open. "I'm sorry..." So he can speak. His words might've meant something, but his eyes told a different, more emotional story. His eyes spoke a million apologies, all of them unexplained to me. Why is he so sorry?

"No, no....it's okay. You saved my life! Hey..."' I looked up and stared at him and for once, he was looking at me first.

"I did?" He sounded so unsure like he wasn't the one who put the backpack there. He was the only one who could though, and he said he did.

"Yes, you saved my life. I wouldn't have made it out of here in time to escape if the backpack wouldn't have been there. But I seriously do need to go call the ambulance. Wait here, okay?" He nodded slowly and I pulled out my phone and dialed 911. I calmly told the operator exactly what had happened- except for the whole ghost part. She told me to go to another room and wait until the ambulance arrived, but I didn't want to leave the boy so I stayed in my room. When I did walk back to my room, the boy was on my bed and reading my textbook again. I cleared my throat and he looked up shyly at me. He went to go for the notebook but I snatched it away and hid it behind my back. "Nope! You can speak, so speak. What's your name?"

He pouted for a while but looked down to the floor after meeting my eyes, his face reddening. "Isaac...my name is Isaac." His hair covered his eyes but he pushed it behind his ear. He had one of those boy emo haircuts and I bet it would look really good if it weren't matted to his forehead with blood.

"Well, Isaac, you just saved my life. And I thank you for that. Now...this is a really personal question, and you don't have to answer it if you don't want to, but... how did you die?" I asked slowly and he flinched a little. I instantly felt guilty for asking such question, but I had a really good feeling that the kool-aid stain by the door was part of it. He looked at me- but not really at me. It felt like he was looking straight through me. Like he was looking at something behind me.

"The notebook...the last thing I wrote...read it." He spoke in a low voice and I carefully pulled the notebook out from behind me. I flipped to the page where he had written and read the whole thing from top to bottom. I read the very last entry out loud and gasped as I did so.

"Becuase...your father is not who he says he is..." I frowned in confusion as I reread it, making sure I was not leaving anything out, "What's that supposed to mean?"

He chuckled and rolled his eyes, the first normal teenage thing I've seen him do in the 4 years I've seen him.

"You're no Sherlock, that's for sure...Your father, ah, how do I say this? You need to sit down for this." I was full of fear and anticipation as I sat on my bedside and watched him as he closed his eyes solemnly.

"If you don't want to tell me, then you don't have to." I quickly spoke and watched him as he rubbed his temples.

"No no no... you need t-" He couldn't finish his sentence because we heard someone banging on the front door.

"It's the Police! Open up!" I looked at where Isaac was- or had been. He had vanished. Sighing, I ran to the door and unlocked it for the man. He held his gun up and I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes.

"He's unconscious you don't have to-" A woman stopped me from re-entering the room. She turned me around and looked me up and down for any injuries.

"Ma'am, you need to leave the premises. Now." She tried to quickly usher me out of the house and I frowned.

"Why? He's unconscious and I'm perfectly fine. I'm unharmed, see? " I held my arms up but to no avail. She pushed me towards the door again, a little more eager this time.

"Ma'am you do not understand. This man is very dangerous and should be in prison. You need to leave before he wakes up, NOW!" She yelled and I flinched but saw no regret in her eyes. Defeated, I retreated my own home and relocated to the parking lot where I waited to be questioned by many people. As I walked out, two or three reporters shoved microphones and cameras in front of my face, shooting questions at me faster than bullets.

"How do you feel as of now?"

"What was it like living with the notorious Fred Johnson?"

"Why did you finally snap?"

"How did it feel to be living with a phycho?"

Wait....what? I froze in my spot and stared at the reporter who asked the last question. An expression of achievement and determination crossed her face as she stared at me with a notebook in hand.

"How did it feel living with the killer that the police have been hunting down for years ?" She restated her question and my jaw dropped to the floor. They must've mistaken me for someone else.

"No, you must be misunderstanding something. My father was an alcoholic, he never killed anyone. "

"Ms. Johnson, may I speak to you?" An officer pulled me to the side before I could answer and quickly shoved me into his car. He slid over the hood like some people do in movies- which was actually pretty cool might I add- and jumped in the driver's seat and took off. "Look here, I'm being completely serious about everything I'm about to say, okay? I was ordered to inform you what happened because apparently, it's the only thing I can do at the moment. I started driving so the people would leave you alone. I wanted to tell you the story without any interjections or questions from people who have only heard rumors, okay?"

"Okay..." I buckled up because I had a feeling we were going to be driving for a while. In the little moment of silence we had, I took the time to look at the officer. He was probably about in his twenties, maybe even younger. He was very good looking if I say so myself, but I had to distract myself from him so I stared at the road, "I'm ready."

"Okay, so...basically, your whole life has been a lie." He licked his lips, "You don't even know yourself." He spoke and it jumbled around in my head. I couldn't really process this. I needed details. When I didn't say anything, he nodded and started spilling the beans. "On December 3rd, 2001, you were born to a family and lived in that house you were just in. Everything was fine and dandy until September 21st of 2002. A couple in Madrid hospital was expecting a baby, and the woman was in labor. The couple was hoping for a baby girl, but they were given a blue blanket and a baby boy. Little had the hospital known, Fred Johnson- the father- was an escapee of the psychiatric ward in Maryland. They took home the boy, a little disappointed. Later on that night, screams could be heard from the Johnson house. Fred had smothered the newborn to death and brutally murdered his wife, Harriet Johnson. Then he snapped. He went from house to house up and down streets, killing off every single family with all male children. We aren't sure how he managed to kill 7 families before he got to yours. He broke in through the window and snooped around the house. You know how your bedroom walls are blue?"

I nodded quickly. I hated thinking of that color even now.

He cleared his throat, "That was your nursery. Your mom was in love with the color blue, and she couldn't afford any girl clothes for you because she was still in school, so she just dressed you in hand me downs, from what we know from relatives. And when Fred showed up at your house, he peeked in your room first. As a result of seeing the blue, he thought you were a boy. As he raised the knife, your mother tackled him to the floor and punched him in the face. She fought with him for a while until he flung her off of him and stabbed her in the chest three times, killing her instantly. Your father was a deep sleeper, but the sound of the screams woke him up and he rushed to the nursery where Fred was covered in his wife's blood. He tackled Fred to the ground and beat him up really bad, but he still didn't stand a chance. Fred killed your father as well. Shoved him in the closet with your mother. We don't know where the bodies are today, but we do know that Fred is now captured. You just lead us to this town's biggest murder spree in history. Good job. "

I stared at him shock as tears welled up in my eyes once again. I've been living a lie this whole time...Suddenly, the car braked and I looked around. We were at a shooting range. It was vacant, all except for a couple squirrels here and there. "C'mon..." He whispered, "I'll let you shoot my guns." We climbed out of his car and I shut my car door. I watched silently as he pulled out a rifle and a pistol from the trunk. He handed the pistol to me and I let my arms dangle loosely at my side. We made our way in front of one of the targets and he tossed a pair of earmuffs at me. "Trust me...you'll need these." I've never shot a gun before, but there's always a first for everything. I turned off the safety and aimed with my shoulders squared, and pulled the trigger. I jumped back a little bit as a numbing pain split through my arms. I didn't mind the pain as of now. It reminded me that unlike my entire 16 years of living, this was real. I could feel the vibrations in my chest. This right here, right now, is real; there is no way it can be faked. I shot over and over again, but the pain never went away. And I don't mean the pain in my arms. I mean the pain in my heart. The pain of knowing that I never had an actual family. Every time I wanted to meet my relatives, "Dad" would always tell me that they lived far away and were too busy for me. The pain of knowing that I can't remember my parents at all. I'll never know them... The officer held his hand up a bit and I lowered my gun.

"Feel any better?" I shook my head and he sighed. He grabbed the pistol from me and gave me the rifle instead. "But before you shoot anymore, try and hit the target this time." I looked over and realized out of the multiple times I shot the pistol, I only hit the target once. Sighing, I turned off the safety and unloaded a round into the dummy. Bullet after bullet, I felt a piece of the old me- the me that never was- remind me that I have been living a life that isn't mine. I was supposed to grow up in a family. I was SUPPOSED TO be loved. Instead, Frank...wait... I jerked my earmuffs off and stared at the officer. He jumped back and took his earmuffs off.

"What?" He said. I glared at him and he frowned.

"How did you know all that stuff about my real family and what happened?!" I blurted out and he sighed. I clutched the gun in my hand. I knew I could never ACTUALLY shoot it, but he doesn't know that...

"I was sorta hoping you'd ask that..." He started smiling so I started backing up a little, "It's good to see you, little sis. I missed you." He said, smiling down at me.

My jaw dropped wide open and he smiled a little at me. Now that he's said something, it makes sense....or does it?

"Wait, WHAT?! HOW?" I yelled at him with tears running down my face. There was so much I didn't know about my own life...

"You was not the only child our parent's had. Well, I was four....I watched him murder our parents....I watched him pick you up and claim you as his own. He was a maniac, and I couldn't stop him so I ran. I climbed out my bedroom window with my blanket and ran until someone found me and took me to the police station. I didn't know my own last name and I wouldn't tell them what happened. I had just moved into this city so we didn't know anyone and we didn't have any relatives around here. The closest relative we have is probably across the country. " He started to tear up and I did as well. He could be lying about all this, but it does make sense. He could be my brother. A tear slid down my face as he continued.

"They put me all over the news and asked around. No one knew. They all assumed I was an orphan of some homeless people or something along the lines of that. Anyways, someone adopted me and I became a Kevin Lawley. It must've been exciting for my mother to pick out a name for me at the age of 4. But anyways, I never told anyone what happened. I saw that they were looking for that Fred dude and never found him. Since our parents were new to the city, absolutely no one knew them. Fred paid all of the bills and everything but lay low for years up until now. We are lucky he didn't go on another rampage. But I grew up and worked specifically on this case because I wanted to find my sister, which I now have...I'm so sorry. I should've never left you with that man. I should've told someone. I'm so sorry..."

Tears slid down his cheeks and I sobbed uncontrollably. Now that he mentioned it, the resemblance is uncanny. Same blonde hair, blue eyes. Same nose. I believed him, as much as I didn't really want to. I ran into him and tackled him for a hug. We cried into each other's shoulders for a few minutes and I leaned back.

"Thank you..." I whispered.

"For what? I left you alone in that house with that maniac. I should've told someone." He was angry at himself, I could see that now, but he really shouldn't be.

"No...there was nothing you could've done at 4 years old. " I stated reasonably. He nodded, but I don't think he really agreed with me. I froze right there on the spot and stared at him with wide eyes.

"We need to go. NOW!" I started running towards the car with the rifle in hand. I know it wasn't smart to run with a gun, but we REALLY needed to go.

"What? What for?!?!?!" He yelled back and started to dig his keys out of his pocket as he ran.

"Our parents...how old were they?" He frowned at the question but answered it nonetheless

"Well, they had us while they were still in school. So, about our age. Why?" He frowned at me and I choked out a sob. No, you can't be serious...

"And...what was Dad wearing the night of the ... ya know."

"Uhm, I don't really remember, I was 4..." He trailed off as he started the car and backed out of the shooting range. "Why are you asking so many questions?!"

"Last question...what was Dad's name?" I asked and crossed my fingers. Please...

"James." My heart shattered and I stared at Kevin.

"...-AAre y-o-you sure?" The tears rolled down my face and I could barely make out what I was saying.

"Yes, his name was James. Why? What's wrong?!" His eyes were wide as they searched me over and over again.

"Nevermind...don't worry about it. Take me back to my house, please. I need to grab something."

"Are you sur-"

"JUST DO IT, OKAY?!!?!" I screamed and sobbed as he nodded and sped off to the house. Thoughts reeled around in my head as we neared closer and closer. It has to be him, it just has to be. Before I knew it, I was at the old house. Police officers were everywhere and a live news station stood outside of the home. I hopped out of the car before Kevin could even stop it and ran past the yellow tape.

"Miss, you can't go in there it'-"

"I LIVE HERE!" I shouted at him and he looked at me. I started towards my room but he grabbed me by the shoulder.

"Miss, what is your name?" I froze and let out a painful laugh. I don't know my own name.

"Man, I don't even know, okay?! Just let me go!" I jerked my arm out of his grasp and ran to my room. Luckily, no one was in there. I quickly shut and lock the door just before the guy could stop me. He banged on my door and screamed at me.

"Miss, that is a crime scene! You cannot be in there! MISS!" He continued beating on the door but I muted the yelling and the sirens. All I could hear- all I wanted to hear- is that closet door open. I pressed my hand against the doorknob and twisted slowly. Light filled the small storage area as I opened the door wider and wider. My eyes searched every inch of the closet.

Nothing. Not a trace of him to be found. I searched, over and over again, hoping and praying he would show. Please....nothing.

Finally, with a cry of defeat, I shut the closet door and turned around to leave.

There, in front of my black converse shoes, lie a notebook that was not there before.I bent down slowly and looked down and studied the writing of my father. The writing of a dead man.

So, I guess you're a Sherlock after all, eh? So you finally figured it out. I've been watching over you for 15 years, love. 15 years on this Godforsaken ticking time bomb called earth. You mom was pregnant with both you and your brother in high school and I dropped out so we could afford it. We were madly in love, but we never got to see the day where she became a Payne legally. Anyways, we love you nonetheless. I just wanted you to know that that man was not your father, I was. I watched over you this whole time to make up for the time I would not be here now. Now I see you, you're all grown up. Did you know you have my eyes? Daddy's little girl. We will meet again someday, my darling. Your mother and I will be waiting for you on the other side. Until then, I bid farewell.

Goodbye, my child.

- James Isaac Payne

P.S. I'm sure you wish to know your actual name. Your brother's as well if you've met him yet. Your name is Anabelle Faith Payne and your brother is Mason Ross Payne. Please, find your brother. Forgive him. Love him.

P.P.S I left you something. Take it and keep it. But share with your brother or I'll come down from Heaven and haunt you. I mean it! Love Ya.

Before I could do anything, the door busted open and walked in Ke-Mason. My brother, Mason. I shoved the box into my pocket and held the notebook close to my chest. He didn't ask about it as he pulled me out of the house. We quickly snuck into his car and I pulled out everything. I handed him the letter first.

"Anabelle..." He stared at me, "What a beautiful name." I smiled at him with tears in my eyes and he smiled right back at me.

"Mason..." I wiped my tears away, "What a beautiful name." He laughed and folded up the letter.

"So...Dad was Casper?"

"Yeah. I'll explain later. He left us something else..." I pulled the velvet box out of my pocket and opened it carefully. A ring lay there in the padding with a diamond in the center. I gently pulled it out and spun it around. On the bottom, it had a sentence engraved on it.

'Till Death Do Us Part'

I smiled down at the ring as I spoke, " Dad was going to marry mom with this ring, I can feel it. He wanted us to have it to fulfill his dying wish- er, his dead wish technically." I muttered the last part, hoping Mason wouldn't get offended. Instead, he just laughed and stared at the ring.

"No...I think he wanted you to have it. You deserve it. You went through twice the stuff I did." He grinned at me and slid it on my finger. "See? Perfect fit. It looks beautiful, Ana. " I stared down at the ring in awe as it glinted against the sun. It was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I twirled it on my finger and looked up at Mason.

"So what now?" I asked him. After all this. After all the murders, all the tears, what do we do now?

"I say we gather up your stuff and you can come live with me for a while. I know it'll take some time to get the DNA test taken, but we will get there. You might have to go live with relatives in California..." He trailed off sadly. I looked down and almost started crying again but he punched me in the shoulder, "But for now, let's go for a drive. I could use some food right about now, how about you?" My stomach growled and he chucked and started the car. As we drove further and further away from the house, I could feel a piece of me being set free and put at peace. We may not be together as a family, but they're still in our hearts and they're waiting for us on the other side for when our time runs out. And when that day comes, whenever and wherever, I'll truly be happy because we will be a family once again. I looked over at Mason and smiled.

Although a lot has happened in the last 24 hours, we both felt at peace with all this. I found comfort in the way my father watched over me, and my only regret is that I didn't figure this all out sooner. But now I'm not alone. I have Mason by my side and I know that Mom and Dad are watching from above. I have all I could ever want.

Grinning, I turned up the radio and looked out the window at the trees. For once, I was happy. Truly happy.

THE END

This is my first short story! I hope you like it. I spent a healthy amount of time going through and correcting any mistakes but if you happen to catch any, let me know. Thank you all for reading and have a good day :D

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A Town at the End of the World

Chapter 1

"Shit..." Ezra said under his breath as rolled a wilted pale carrot in the palm of his hand.He looked back at his small field. Carrot, potatoes, squash and corn all struggling for life. Ezra just couldn't understand what was wrong. He had fertilized his entire field which was no easy task. He had made several trips into Mr. Taims cow pasture to collect droppings. With Mr. Taims never being the generous type he had to do this under the cover of night. Gathering cow shit by moonlight is not a glamours pass time. Water was not the issue as Rain had been pretty plentiful all spring. Ezra bit off the tip of the carrot but then quickly spit it out. "God, tastes like... sand." He said as he dropped the rest of the carrot to ground.

Ezra sighed and ran his hand through his hair. His crops failing wasn't the end of the world. It wasn't his livelihood, he had a job helping the towns blacksmith during the week. It would cut into his side projects which was something he spent most of his pay on. Ezra walked up the small path that lead back to his house. He took a few steps up to his porch and sat down on it. Ezra lived on the outskirts of the west side of town. While he had neighbors, the closest one was about a mile away. The relative isolation was needed for his projects, as the smoke and noise would drive anyone around him to commit murder after a short time. Ezra glanced up real quick to see were the sun rested in the sky and thought out loud. "Maybe 3 o'clock." He said as he looked down his walkway to the main road. "I should do some shopping before dark." He said reluctantly. I waited a few more seconds than was need before he got up and and walked to the side of his house to a small shed. He unlocked it and rolled out a bike. It was heavily modified with what looked like a small gasoline engine and numerous bags and satchels.

He gave a quick push off as he hopped his right leg over the seat as he steadied himself and began to pedal. He reached the main road and hung a right towards town. Ashton Point was a small town that had survived the Apocalypse relatively unscathed. Its been almost twenty years since then and the world had settled into a new kind of normal. Monsters and beasts roamed much of the old cites and the remnants of human civilization had been pushed back to small settlements and towns. Maybe only 30 percent of humanity was left although there were also more then one sentient creature on earth now. Ezra would love to set down and talk to another humanoid one day. How interesting would it be to talk to something that saw the world differently than he could ever dream of.

Ezra waved at some of the Ashton Guardsman on patrol. They were both armed with shotgun of different models and machetes. He passed Mr. Taims Cow Pasture and a few other houses before he came into the town proper. As he rolled into main street he was making a mental list for a soup he would make later that night. He pulled up to a bike rack and locked a chain around it.

"No ones stupid enough to steal that you know?" A girl of about Twenty years said to him as she poked her head out of a shop window situated behind the bike rack. Ezra looked up and and chuckled as he looked back down at his baby. "Yeah, It is so suped up and personalized no one could claim it was there even if they were to stea-" He said before he was cut off. "More like no one would knowingly sit on that time bomb..." She said motioning to the custom made engine. "What! That's perfectly safe! I've run numerous tests on it. It works perfectly." He protested. "How many?" She asked. "Hm? How many what?" He asked back. "Tests." She replied. He was silent for a few seconds before saying anything. "Enough to know it safe." She narrowed her eyes. " That pause gives me so much confidence." She said smiling slyly. "Shut it... Gasoline is hard to come by." He said defensively. "Uh huh... Whatcha' in town for?" She asked, changing the subject.

Ezra took one of the satchels off his bike and slung it over his shoulder. "Groceries." He said. "I thought you were going to harvest your garden today... You promised to bring some potatoes to Mother remember?" She asked. "Yeah... I don't know. All my crops are dead. Can you apologize to Mom for me? Just tell her to take a rain check for my next harvest." He said. "Its not a big deal or anything, but I thought you said last week that they were coming along nicely." She said resting her head on the window seal. "Yeah, they were... Maybe some fungus got a hold of them or something. They were all shriveled and tasteless." He said scratching his head. "Hmm... That's weird. Oh you should talk to Margret! An herbalist may have seen something like that before." She said. "Yeah, Didn't think of asking her. I'll do that. Oh Janace, did the book I order come in yet?" He asked her. "The caravan is supposed to come in in the morning. I'm not working tomorrow so I can drop it by if you want." Janace offered. "That would be great! Thanks." He said to her. "No problem. Just have some breakfast ready for me as delivery payment!" She said smiling. "Sure! I'll see you Janace" Ezra said with a wave and turned to walk towards the market.

Janace and Ezra go way back. Ezra was 4 when the Apocalypse hit and his Mother and Father where out of town on business. Ezra was staying with Janace's Mother and Father as they were friends with his parents. Janace was 3 months old at the time. Ezra's parents were never heard of again. Since then, Janace's Mother and Father raised him as one of there own. Thomas Avery, Janace's father died three years ago. Most of the town was at his funeral, he had been a pillar of the community. He had been one of the first people to form the Ashton Guard and helped protect the town during the early chaos of the Apocalypse. While nowadays its much more peaceful there are still times when the Guard had to rally and fight off a threat to the town. All able bodied men where conscripted into the guard and any woman that volunteered were also allowed after passing a physical. As it stood, everyone had two days of guard duty a month, Ezra included. Alice Avery, Janace's Mother and owner of the local Book Store, Avery Pages, Is equally respected around the town. She sit on the town counsel. Janace currently works at Avery Pages but she is planning to start as a Town Guard sometime next month when she turns 20.

Ezra picked up what he had needed and stopped by Margret's Apothecary before heading home. He walked in and let his eyes adjust dimmer light. "So I just rub it on?" A older man asked an elderly woman sitting behind the counter. "That's right, where ever your muscle pains are." She said. "Great! Thanks Granny. How much will this be?" He asked. She paused and thought about it. " A dozen eggs." She said. "Got it! I'll bring it to you first thing in the morning!" He said and nodded to her, She smiled and nodded back. "Yo Ezra! Pulled a muscle too?" The man asked. "Uhh no. Just came to ask Granny Margret a question about plants." He said to the tall man. "Ah! I see, See you around!" He said to Ezra as he gave him a hardy slap on the back. " Ah ha... You too Mr. Sanders." Ezra said to him as he walked out. He turned around and walked up to the counter. The small woman gave him a smile. "Hi Granny Margret, The roof hasn't started leaking again had it?" Ezra asked with a smile. "Oh no, Your fix has been holding very well." She said smiling. "That's great, Um, I actually came to ask you a question since you know so much about plants." Ezra asked. "Sure thing sweetie." She said as she adjusted the pillow she was sitting on. "Do you know of a reason why a bunch of corps would suddenly die in under a week?" He asked. "Well, there could be plenty or reasons. not enough water, insufficient soil." She added. "Oh no, That shouldn't have been a problem... They were shriveled and tasteless to.." He said. Margret looked at him. "Where the crops colorless?" She asked raising an eyebrow. "Uhh... Yeah they had a little color but were really pale looking... Is it some sort of fungus?" He asked.

Margret got up and stretched and walked to a shelve and picked up a book. She came back and sat back down. "I saw this about 7 or so years ago. Its called a Mandrake." She said as she showed him a drawing she had made of the one she encountered back then. "That's... In my garden?" He asked looking at the picture of what looked like a turnip with a screaming human like face on it. "Most likely, You would only be able to find it at night. Its flower pokes out of the soil in the moonlight and blooms a blue flower. Just grasp it by the base of the flower and pull it up." She said."Sounds easy." Ezra commented. "Just remember to plug your ears before you do it. It screams like a Banshee for a few seconds afterwards. If you find it bring it to me, I'll reward you!" She said smiling. "You can use it to make medicine?" Ezra asked surprised. "No, You can make a powerful paralytic with it, Perfect for surgeries." She said. "Ah, Sure! Thanks for the info" He said to her and began to leave. "Bye-bye sweetie." She said back to him waving. Ezra walked back to his bike a few streets over and attached his bag to it.

"Make me something good tomorrow!" Jance said out the window. "Yeah yeah..." Ezra said back to her. He got on his bike and turned to head back home. "Tell Mom I love her." He said to Janace with a wave. "What about me?" She asked faking a pained expression." Yeah yeah... Love you too." He said to her with a sigh. Janace smiled and waved "Love you too!" She called back to him. Ezra began pedaling back out of town. The sun was starting to set.

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