#shes going back down to the town she literally ran from to grab the rest of her stuff

[criminal-sen]

My trans adhd friend had a trans adhd moment when we were halfway to the airport (90 min drive i agreed to take her on) and she realized she forgot her wallet (I blame girl pockets not deep enough to hold wallet just as much as adhd.. hence the Trans part of that description) anyway we luckily left super mega early, so had time to go all the way back to her apartment and grab it, then still drop her off with plenty of time to catch flight

It wasn't even that big of a deal for me but she felt SO fucking bad about it😭 and that 'OH SHIT' moment when she realized? If it was me I would've started crying fr

[nochedie]

lattes and lemures | sam winchester ☕️

pairing: sam winchester x reader

genre: mostly fluff, tiny bit of hurt/comfort

wordcount: 6.3k

summary: after a strange death in salem, the winchesters arrive to check things out. sam bumps into you outside the coffee shop you work at, and all of a sudden the case isn’t the only thing keeping him there.

a/n: okay first of all this is a TOTALLY fictional representation of salem. you can view it as completely different than the real salem! it holds very limited familiarity to the actual place, just needed a town known for it’s spookiness/catering to tourists that way! second this is the first longish fic i have done in so long! i love sam so much and i just needed to write about him in such a sweet way! to be honest this idea literally came to me in a dream lmfao… it was quite a bit different than this but i took the basic idea and ran with it and it actually (i think) turned out okay! if you have any feedback i am all ears, i know i have such a long way to go here but this is the first baby steps!

📍 salem, ma.

after catching wind of some.. spirit-esque happenings in the witch-iest town in the us, sam and dean winchester drove into the parking lot of the first motel they could find with vacancies: raven’s rest.

considering its past, salem is a hotbed for tourists, and usually anything supernatural happening in salem was just a hoax to sell more tickets to whatever brand new attraction introduced that year. sam and dean knew this for sure, but there was something about this case that felt different. and, truthfully, they didn’t have any other cases to look into.

sam’s head was still reeling from the events of the past year. he had gone from happy, pre-law at stanford with a beautiful girlfriend, to dropping out of college chasing ghosts. and jess was gone. it was like it had all happened in the blink of an eye.

he opened the door of the impala, stepping out onto the gravel and making his way to the front desk, followed close behind by dean.

the motel reception was poorly decorated in occult decor, purple walls with chipped paint adorned with framed tarot cards, a taxidermy raven sitting atop the desk and a few plastic bats hanging from the ceiling.

“well. isn’t this cozy.” dean looked around the room with a slight disgust.

there was nobody manning the front desk, so the taller of the two brothers tapped on the bell to alert whoever may be working that they would like a room. no sooner had the bell rung when an eccentric looking older lady burst out from a door marked “staff only”.

“looking for a room?” she spoke, or well, practically sung. her red lipstick smudged down her face and long, black hair cascaded down her back. her name tag read “mother wystan”.

“u-uh… yeah! yeah…” sam stuttered, a little taken aback.

“no need to be scared, my dear. i won’t bite. that’s nyx’s job.” the lady giggled, turning to the key pegboard to grab the key to one of the vacant rooms, which seemed to be an awful lot of them.

“um. nyx?” sam questioned, looking over at dean who was just as confused by the interaction.

“nyx.” she gestures to the taxidermy raven.

“oh! right.” sam laughs politely.

“raven’s rest. he is the raven! and he sure is resting.” dean snarked, grabbing a card from his wallet to pay for the night and handing it over to “mother wystan”.

“thank you, mr… blackwood.” she reads the name off of one of the stolen credit cards in dean’s wallet, earning a nod in acknowledgment from him. “you’re in room 47. it’s just along the hall to your right. have a whimsical stay!” she hands the key over to sam, who takes it with an awkward smile before making their way to their room.

the room in comparison was just as tired as the reception, with walls well in need of a few spots of filler and a repainting, and bedsheets that look like they haven’t been touched since the 70s.

“i need some of whatever the hell she’s on.” dean lays down on the bed nearest to the door, kicking off his shoes. “you can take first shower.”

sam nods and makes his way over to the bathroom, shutting and locking the door. he stared at his reflection in the mirror for a while, taking a deep breath. everything was messed up. sure, it was nice to be with his brother again, but this isn’t what he wanted. none of it is.

after showering off a day of sitting shotgun in the impala, sam leaves the bathroom and dean is up and in there immediately. sam falls asleep almost as soon as his head hits the pillow.

the next morning, bright and early, sam is already wide awake. he looks over to the other bed, noticing that his older brother is still fast asleep. he slowly gets out of bed, walking into the bathroom to get ready for the day.

after slipping on his favorite brown carhartt hoodie, he leaves a note for dean letting him know he just nipped out to get some coffee for them both and not to worry before leaving the motel room.

he walks down the street for a couple of minutes, stopping abruptly in his tracks when someone almost bumps into him. they had stepped out the door of a coffee shop and were just putting the board outside.

“woah! oh god, i’m so sorry. i wasn’t looking where i was-“ you looked up, breath hitching in your throat as you locked eyes with the male in front of you. he was… totally gorgeous, but there was also a softness there. he looked like if the colour brown was a person, you thought, soft and warm with doe eyes. “-going…”

“it’s okay, i wasn’t either.” he smiled, keeping his eyes locked on yours. you were wearing a green apron with the coffee shop branding on it, so he knew you worked here. that would be helpful, as this is just across the street from where the murder they were investigating occurred, and they needed to speak to people who may have been around at the time.

“sorry, did you want to come in? we don’t open for ten minutes, but i could make an exception as an apology?” honestly, you were a little hopeful he would say yes to coming in. you didn’t want to let him pass you by.

“yeah, i was just going to grab some coffee, i’m staying a little down the street.” he gestured in the direction he came.

“oh, great! come in..” you stepped to the side, letting him through.

“i’m sam, by the way.” he smiled as you led him to take a seat at the table closest to the counter.

“my names y/n. it’s nice to meet you.” really, really nice. “so, what coffee would you like?” you enquired, stepping behind the counter.

“um, i’ll take a latte. and could i get a black coffee with a shot of espresso to go?” he suddenly remembered he had wanted to talk to you about the murder across the street, and if you both took a little too long, dean’s coffee would get cold. “do you mind making the black coffee a little later though? i’m gonna be here a bit longer.”

“oh, sure. latte coming right up.” you start brewing the coffee, leaning over the counter to see him clearly. “what brings you to salem?”

“uh… just working a job nearby. pest control.”

“oh, that’s.. interesting.” you finish making his latte, bringing it over to the table.

“thanks.. how much do i owe you?”

“think of it as a welcome gift.” you both shared a smile, before you started to walk back over to the counter.

“wait- can i ask you something?” sam questioned.

you turned around and took a few steps back towards his table. “sure, what’s up?”

“what do you know about the.. murder across the street?”

“oh.. um, i don’t know much. just whispers about town, but i did know the guy.”

“did he have any enemies? anybody that might want to hurt him?”

“no, he was a really nice man. he was a regular, always got the same thing, macchiato with a caramel shot. i thought it was weird when he didn’t come in for a few days, and then we heard the news. it sucks.”

“i bet. has anything weird happened around here recently?”

“weird how? i mean, it’s always at least a little weird around here.” you watched outside as a man wearing a pumpkin on his head handed out event fliers. “exhibit a.”

sam chuckled. “weirder than usual, then.”

“well, no. not really.”

“flickering lights, cold spots?”

“what are you, ghost hunting?” you joked, letting out a light chuckle. something about sam’s reaction, you saw right through him. “wait. are you ghost hunting?”

“no! that’s crazy. i’m just interested, that’s all.” he wasn’t a very good liar.

“hm.” your eyes narrowed, and you took a seat across from him. pest control, him talking about cold spots and flickering lights, asking about the murder, him not being from around here... “you think i’ve lived in salem my whole life and haven’t bumped into any hunters?”

he had been taking a sip of his coffee, which he proceeded to almost choke on.

“don’t worry, i’m not a… witch, vampire, ghost, ghoul, demon, whatever else. but i feel like it would be a great disservice to my hometown if i didn’t believe in those things. and there were a few hunters a few years back i bumped into and.. let’s just say they pulled the wool off my eyes. not by choice, i’m very stubborn.”

every second he spent with you he liked you even more, and every second his smile grew wider.

“so. you think it’s a ghost? the thing that killed mr beckett?”

“well, me and my brother are gonna check some things out, but that’s our first instinct, yeah. is there anything you can tell me about mr beckett that might help? any reason a ghost would want rid of him?”

“sorry, i can’t think of anything… maybe he had some skeletons in his closet?” you shrugged, a little disappointed in yourself that you couldn’t be of more help. “i get off work at midday today. come find me then? maybe we can do a little digging together?”

his eyes lit up at the prospect of seeing you again. “yeah! that sounds great.”

“how’s your coffee? are you ready for me to make the to-go cup for your brother?” the coffee shop would be opening very soon, and you were sure you would have more customers soon enough, and you were disappointed that you couldn’t sit here all day and get to know sam better.

“it’s great, yeah i think i’m ready now.” he finishes his coffee and waits for you to make dean’s. as he took the cup from your hand, his hand brushed against yours, causing a spark so poignant you let your hand linger for a matter of seconds.

“okay.. um. well, i’ll see you at midday?”

“definitely. i’ll see you soon, y/n.” with a smile, he turned and walked out of the coffee shop.

just before you clocked out, a customer had left the morning paper on the counter. the front page alerted you that there had been another murder. this time it was a lady, piper sawyer, who owned an antique shop down the street. the mo was the exact same. no signs of a break-in, all bulbs in the house were blown, and the victim was missing one eye.

you hung up your apron and changed out of your work clothes, grabbing the paper from the counter and rushing outside to wait for sam.

he arrived just a few moments later, with another man, more intimidating looking but handsome all the same.

“hey, y/n. this is dean, my brother.”

after you and dean had exchanged friendly first greetings, you held out the paper to sam. “there’s been another murder. i was trying to link the two victims and i think i thought of something.”

“you did? what is it?”

“well, every year in salem we have this festival. there’s stalls to buy trinkets or play games, people dress up, there’s a bonfire, and there’s a stage performance at the end of the festival each year. both piper and mr beckett were supposed to be involved this year. piper had a stall planned for her antiques and she was providing the costumes for the stage performance, and mr beckett had modernised the script for the play they were due to perform.”

“alright.. well i guess we better figure out who else is involved in the festival. is there any reason why some ghost would even care about it? any urban legends around it, anything?”

“uh- not that i know of… but it has been going for a long time, since the 1800s i’m pretty sure.”

“alright. come on, is there a library around? any place we could do some research?”

“yeah, just up the road.”

“alright, come on.” almost as if his hands were moving by themselves, he grabbed your hand. you had to take a second, but it felt so right. your hand in his like part of a puzzle. you locked eyes, your gaze only broken by dean clearing his throat.

dean looked between the two of you, a knowing smile playing on his lips. “i’m gonna scope out the murder scenes, see what i can find. you two kids do some research then meet back at the motel, okay? call me if you need me.”

you and sam nodded before you lead him off in the direction of the local library.

you stepped inside, the warm air of the heater above the door hitting your face. your hand in sam’s the whole time, neither of you wanting to let go. you took a seat at one of the empty tables, sam sitting down next to you and pulling his laptop out of his bag.

you spent a couple hours trawling for old news articles about the festival, anything that could be useful. until you finally found a post on some paranormal forum, about the festival in 1906. a girl had died when one of the stage rafters fell on top of her, but it didn’t say her name. “sam, if there was anything spooky happening at that festival, wouldn’t they want to make a big song and dance about it? i mean��� surely. they create as much hype as possible and ghost stories always bring in the tourists.”

“yeah, that’s what i thought too. do you think they tried to cover it up somehow?”

“yeah.. but why? faulty maintenance? but what could they really prove back then? they would just put it down to an accident, right?”

“right. so.. none of this really makes any sense. can we contact the person who posted this?”

“i mean, i can try, but who knows if they’ll even respond.”

“let’s give it a try.” you shifted the laptop towards you, typing out an email to “beyondtheveil88”. sam’s eyes stayed fixed right on you, travelling down to your fingers as they typed. each passing moment he noticed something different about you. whether it be the face you made while concentrating, the way you changed your mind about what you were going to type and deleted a sentence about fifteen times. without meaning to, a small chuckle left his lips.

you looked up, fixing on his pretty hazel eyes. “what?”

“just… you.” he let his gaze linger a few seconds, before you both awkwardly turned to look away from each other. you both started to speak to try and change the subject and fill the awkward silence, followed by a “sorry, you go-“ in unison.

“go ahead.” you smiled, letting him speak first.

“i was just going to ask what happened a few years ago, when you bumped into the hunters?”

“oh. it was actually witch stuff, fittingly. there was a witch hexing a bunch of people just because they got drunk and destroyed her flower patch in her front garden. kind of extreme, i guess she loved her plants. anyway, my uh- one of my friends was… one of the people she hexed. anyway.. these two older guys, they told me to stay out of it for my own good. i didn’t listen. i wanted to know what happened to my friend, you know? i went to her house, broke in through the back door just quick enough to save both their asses with their own knife. i was freaked but, they gave me a little a-z of monsters class after. nothing aside from whispers since though, about anything extraordinary in salem, until now, i guess.”

“you’re just…” perfect. that’s what he had started to say, but stopped himself just in time. he didn’t want to come on too strong and scare you away, but. there was so much more for him to learn about you, and he couldn’t wait.

“i’m just what?” you enquired, raising a brow in anticipation.

“nothing, let’s just, get back to the email.” he changed the subject quickly, pointing at the laptop screen.

you turned your attention to the screen, typing for a few more moments before signing off the email from both you and sam. something about your names together at the end, lit something in both of you. it felt right, like a perfect pair. “how’s that?”

sam leaned a little closer to you to read the email, and you couldn’t help but sneak a look at his face as he read. you took in each little detail. the warm tone of his skin, the way his hair tousled perfectly. you broke your gaze away just before he could catch you.

“looks good, ready to send it?” sam acknowledged the short nod of your head by hitting send on the email.

“don’t let us down beyondtheveil88!” you cross your fingers as if that was somehow going to conjure an instant response.

sam placed his hands over yours. “even if not, we’ll find some other way.” his eyes shifted down to his hands which had come to rest over yours without him even knowing. but it didn’t feel wrong. his eyes shifted up to meet yours and you held the gaze for what felt like an hour, before a short ping sound from the laptop startled you both out of your thoughts. it was an email.

“it’s a link.” sam’s eyebrows creased in confusion as he hovered the mouse over the link.

“you’re really gonna click some random link in an email?” you snickered, but sam had already clicked it by that point. luckily, it was safe. it brought you to a page you hadn’t found in your research earlier. “what is all this?” you and sam spent a few minutes reading through the page.

“her name was evelyn maude fletcher. she was playing the lead in the play. a play about… a ghost who kills the people that killed her. looks like pretty much everybody working on that play covered up her death.”

“you think she still thinks she’s playing the role?”

“yeah. sure looks like it to me. but why now?”

“no idea. do you think they’re doing the same play this year? that would make sense, i mean, like i said, mr beckett had to modernise the dialogue in the play because it was pretty old.”

“its gotta be just the play, not the festival. i mean, both vics had something to do with the play specifically. who else is involved with it?”

“i’m not sure, but i think i know someone who would. come on.” you stood up from the table, sam grabbing his laptop and standing up after you, following you out of the library into the chilly air.

you made your way through town, and ended up right where sam had started, raven’s rest. “the motel? why here?”

“is this where you’re staying? maybe not the nicest place to stay, but nell knows a thing or two about the festival.” you and sam trudge along the gravel to the front entrance.

“nell?” sam tries not to trip on the uneven surface you were walking on, putting out a hand to rest on your back as you tried not to trip yourself.

“she owns the place, would’ve checked you in? some people know her as mother wystan.”

“ah. right. i definitely remember her.” sam thought back to the interesting greeting he and dean received the day before.

“she’s definitely memorable.” you let out a laugh, stepping in through the doors and heading to the front desk. once again, there wasn’t anybody manning it.

“she’s usually in the back room.” you pinged the bell, waiting a few moments. “huh. she’s usually out here as soon as the bell rings… nell? nell it’s y/n!” you raised your voice to shout towards the door. it was only then that you noticed the splatter of blood by the door. “crap.” you gestured to the splatter with your hand, taking a sharp intake of breath. you were going to have to go in there.

“hey, it’s okay. i’ll go in and check. you stay here where it’s safe, okay?” sam rubbed your back in comfort, before taking a step towards the door. your hand reached out and grabbed his.

“no. we can both go.” you stepped forward with him, keeping your hand in his as he linked your fingers.

“okay, but stay behind me.” you nodded, and you and sam made your way over to the door. sam reached out to grab the handle, he was fairly certain that the spirit was gone by now, there was no cold air, no lights flickering or strange occurrences, but it didn’t hurt to be prepared. “there’s um- there’s an iron pole in my bag, keep hold of it. if the spirits still in there it’ll vanish if you swing that through it.”

you opened sam’s bag and grabbed the pole with one hand, and sam’s hand with the other, bracing yourself as sam pushed the door open.

you stepped into the room, horrified at the sight before you. there was no light coming from the plenty lamps dotted around, because the bulbs were smashed. and nell lay on the ground, cold, with just one eye.

you had known nell since you were just a kid. she was like your favorite eccentric spinster aunt. you lived close by raven’s rest, and as a kid you thought nell was the coolest person in the world. she taught you how to read tarot, though you had forgotten now, and she had comforted you when your friend had passed a few years prior.

your eyes welled up with tears, and sam used his body to shield you from the sight. you racked your brain trying to think of what nell had to do with this, but she knew everything about the festival, so it wasn’t far fetched to think she had some role in the production.

sam lead you back out the door, closing the door behind you. “you okay?” his doe eyes bore into yours, sadness clear on his face for you.

“no… but i’ll be okay eventually.” he reached out to rub your shoulder in comfort, taking a moment to hesitate before pulling you into his chest in a tight embrace. you welcomed the feeling, his strong arms wrapped around you. you wrapped your arms around him too, squeezing him tight. you pulled away from each other only when you heard footsteps. you looked towards the door just in time to see dean arriving.

“hey. what’s going on? everything okay?” dean looked worried by your tear stained face, worried that something might have just happened to his brother.

“it’s the owner of the motel. she was the third victim.” sam shared with dean, as you walked over to the back room door. you looked over to sam, he was preoccupied filling dean in on what you had found. you grabbed the door handle and went inside. you knew nell kept a record of most things. she would want you to do what you could with it to save as many people as you could. you tried to ignore nell’s body on the floor, not wanting to see her like that. you took a look around the room, opening the drawers to try and find anything that would help. you thought you heard a drawer open behind you, and you turned to see one open in a chest of drawers just across the room. you looked around, suddenly getting cold. you walked over to the open drawer, pulling out a diary. there was a page folded over towards the back, and when you opened it up, it was a list of names. nell was directing the play. everybody’s names were here, along with what they were doing or providing for the play. harrison beckett was on script modernisation, piper sawyer on costuming, nell wystan directing. there were a lot more names on the list, covering everything from lighting to casting. there didn’t seem to be any kind of a pattern to the victims.

sam noticed you were gone after a couple of minutes, calling out your name and bursting into the room, startling you. “sorry, i-i thought you were in danger. what’s that?” he takes a couple steps towards you, not stopping until your arms were touching.

“nell made a list. it’s everyone working on the play… i think she’s still here, sam. she opened the drawer for me.” sam rubbed your back in comfort.

“there’s no way we can protect all of these people… we need to find out where evelyn is buried.”

“to do what?”

“ghosts are only tethered to the earth’s plane if their bones are still here. so, we’re gonna salt and burn her bones. that’ll burn her ghost too.”

you took a deep breath, nodding your head and opening sam’s bag to put nell’s diary inside. “okay, let’s go.”

it had just gotten dark when you left the motel, anonymously calling in nell’s passing beforehand.

“couple of ground rules before you set foot inside this car, okay? no eating in the car. no scratching the seats. driver picks the music. got it?”

“i don’t even have any food, dean.” you snark, earning a chuckle from sam.

“get in the car.” dean retorted. you smiled, opening the back door and sliding over to the middle. “alright. where’s the nearest cemetery?”

you gave dean directions from the backseat, shortly pulling into ashwood cemetery.

“y/n, maybe it’s not a good idea you come with us. maybe you should wait here. it’s not safe.” sam turned to you in the backseat, his voice soft and concerned.

“i’m coming, sam.” you opened the back door and stepped out, dean following after you and handing you a flashlight.

you spent the next twenty minutes searching the cemetery before you finally found evelyn’s headstone. “she’s here.” you bent down, coming level with her headstone. “i’m sorry. i know you don’t want to be doing this either.”

sam heard your words as he made his way over to you, and his gaze softened. you felt so much, and he wondered if you could feel so much for him, too, over time.

“alright. let’s get going before miss fletcher here catches wind.” dean grabs his shovel and starts digging, switching with sam halfway through.

you watched as sam dug, sweat beading on his forehead and dirt speckled on his face. he had taken off his hoodie and was wearing a long sleeved t-shirt underneath, the sleeves rolled halfway up and leading into view his arm muscles which contracted each time the shovel hit the soil.

the shovel hit the wood, and you half expected to see the apparition of evelyn appear immediately, try and stop this from happening. you stayed alert, but even as sam climbed out of the hole, doused the bones in salt and set them alight, she was nowhere to be found.

“it just me or did that seem a bit too easy to you?” dean questioned, grabbing the shovel from sam to recover the grave. you hated to say it, but you felt the same. but that should be it. you burned the bones, there was nothing else to do.

the next day, it was back to work. it seemed a little mundane compared to what you had been doing the day before, but you had rent to pay, after all.

the bell rung over top of the door, alerting you that someone was there as you were cleaning one of the tables. you begun your regular welcome greeting, turning around and coming eye to eye with sam. “oh, hey! i thought you guys would’ve skipped town already.”

“without saying goodbye? definitely not. i spoke to dean and.. we don’t have any jobs lined up so, we’re going to stay, at least until the festival in a couple days.”

“really?” you tried to hide your smile but it was far too bright, and he matched it straight away.

you and sam had spent the past couple of days getting to know each other, talking for hours on end. sam and dean had found another motel to hole up at, as raven’s rest was now an active crime scene, and you were spending most of your time there too.

before you knew it, it was the day of the festival. nell had already prepared everything for the play, piper’s costumes had already been donated, and mr barrett had already completed the script, so everything was going ahead just as normal.

dean had already gone off by himself two minutes after arriving, leaving you and sam alone. you took a walk together through the stalls, enjoying each others company. you weren’t sure what the future held for the two of you… but you were convinced that if you had the chance, you two could become something.

“sam…”

“yeah?” the both of you stopped walking, turning to face each other. you were interrupted by a loud announcement over the speakers: the play was about to begin.

“never mind, it can wait. shall we go and watch? it’ll be nice to see all of nell’s hard work.” you offered your hand, which he gladly took and you both walked over to the stage.

the first half of the play went perfectly, but you noticed a difference in the way the lead held herself after a couple acts. her entire demeanour changed. “sam…” you started, interrupted by the bulbs around the stage, on the stalls and all around the festival beginning to smash. “oh no.”

“can ghosts possess humans?”

“yeah, if they get angry enough. do you think…”

“yeah. definitely. but we burnt the bones!”

“y/n… didn’t you say that piper sawyer had an antique store? and she donated the costumes? what’s the betting the costume is the same one evelyn wore when she died?”

“i don’t think piper would have let anybody wear an antique dress.. they’re a lot more fragile than her other antiques. she provided costuming for the last couple plays and i’m pretty sure both of those were newer costumes she made herself. but she did use a few genuine antiques, i remember someone talking about the antique jewellery used in the performance last year.” you turned your attention to evelyn, using the body of the lead actress in the play. there was a locket around her neck. “the locket, look!”

“what if that’s not it? and how the hell are we gonna get close?” sam grabs onto you instinctively as evelyn shouts out the lines of the play, something about an eye for an eye, and suddenly the missing eyes made sense. sam held you close as the wind picked up, looking around for his brother. “dean! where the hell is he?”

your mind was racing, as you watched evelyn eyeing the next victim. malcolm everett, the sound guy. “we gotta stop her.” evelyn was preoccupied with malcolm, and you might have enough time to grab the locket. you knew sam would never let you go if he knew what you were about to do. you pushed away from sam, enough for him to lose his grip but not enough to hurt him. and then you started running in the direction of the stage.

“y/n? y/n stop! hey! you’re gonna get hurt!” sam started straight after you, but you ran track in high school, and you were pretty fast. you ran up the side steps, but evelyn had already caught wind of what you were doing. you leaped forward, your hand outstretched and you ripped the necklace from her neck just in time for evelyn to throw you across the venue, your back hitting one of the stalls and taking the wind out of you.

“y/n!” sam froze, before forcing one foot in front of the other as he ran over to you, dodging all the festival goers who had realised this was not in fact part of the show and were now fleeing. he didn’t know if you were okay, and if you weren’t he just couldn’t handle it. not after jess.

you were cut and bruised as some of the wood from the stall had shattered, but in general you were okay, and you still had the locket in your hand.

you tried to stand up, but you were still getting your breath back. sam’s hand was on your face as soon as he reached you, checking you over for injuries and pulling you into his chest in a tight embrace. “i cannot believe you did that. you got hurt and it could’ve been ten times worse!” he tried to read your face to see if you were in pain, he tried to hide it but he was terrified.

“don’t talk about that right now, just this.” you weakly held up the locket, handing it to sam. “burn it, quick. i can’t.” you didn’t have the strength yet and there was no time to waste. sam took the locket from you and threw it into a bonfire at the centre of the festival. if this didn’t work, he didn’t know what you could do.

there was a beam of light as evelyn was thrown from the lead actress’ body, and you watched as her spirit set alight. while you were thankful that this had worked… you couldn’t help but feel deep sorrow for evelyn. all she wanted was justice, her soul was angry, but it was angry for the wrong people. you wished there was another way, but there wasn’t. sam was back at your side in a flash, taking hold of your hands and supporting you as you stood up.

dean ran over just a few moments later, panting and taking a moment to catch his breath. “what’d i miss?”

“and where the hell were you?”

“i was just taking care of something.”

“you were with a girl, weren’t you?”

“no! ..okay, yes. but that ghost totally possessed my date in the first half and knocked me out!”

“oh, convenient.”

sam and dean bickered for a few more minutes before dean told sam he would be at the nearest bar and that he could drive the impala back to the motel, throwing him the keys as he spoke and leaving you both alone again.

your lower leg was injured from the fall, and sam put his arm around you to support you. he could tell the pain on your face even with the support, so he stood in front of you, bending down. “get on my back, i’ll carry you to the car.”

“are you sure?”

“you’re hurt, y/n. please let me do this.” you jumped onto his back and he lifted you with ease, careful not to touch the injured part of your leg. “does that hurt?”

“not anymore than walking did.” you wrapped your arms around his neck. this was nice, but you didn’t like not being able to see him.

sam walked you both over to the car and put you down gently to open the car door. you sat down in the passenger seat and he sat down in the drivers seat before starting up the car and driving back to the motel.

when you got back to the motel room, you sat down on the bed and sam grabbed a first aid kit from his bag to patch you up. you had a cut just below your right eye from a wood splinter, and sam grabbed an alcohol wipe to clean it up first. “this might hurt, okay?” you winced in pain at the feeling, and sam flinched a little, not wanting to cause you any pain, but, it had to be cleaned up. he pat the area dry before placing a few steri-strips over it. your eyes locked on his as he worked, concern written all over his face. after a few moments, his eyes wandered to meet yours. there was a moment of silence, to the point you could’ve heard a pin drop, and sam brought his hand up to rest on your cheek. before you knew it, his lips met yours in a sweet, tender kiss. he still held your cheek, so soft it was like he was afraid he might break you. your lips parted but your faces stay close to each other, eyes remaining closed for a matter of seconds to relish in the moment. “was that… okay?” sam asked, not wanting to make you uncomfortable.

“of course it was okay.” you closed the distance between your lips again, and sam’s other hand raised to comb itself into your hair, his other hand moving from your cheek to rest on your waist. the kiss was short and sweet again, neither of you wanted to rush things.

“y/n?”

“yeah?”

“back at the festival, before the show.. you were about to tell me something.”

“oh.. yeah. i’ve been thinking… and today really made up my mind… can i… come with you?” your life these past few days had been some of the best in your life. sure, there was danger but… at the end of it you had truly done something. you had saved lives, and you truly felt like you had a purpose. a purpose more than making coffee.

“are you sure that’s what you want? i don’t want to put you in danger.”

“it’s my choice, sam. and i want to do it. i know there’s danger, i don’t mind. i want to do this. and i… i want to be with you, too.”

sam placed a kiss to your forehead, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“if you’re sure.”

“i’m sure.”

comments, feedback etc always appreciated! thank you for reading!

[lvndrfucks]

omg i loved the wallows fics 😭 since you did dylan blurbs, could you do braeden blurbs? tysm !!! :)

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆ lil braeden lemasters blurbs��˚🌙 ࣪𖤐🐇

➤ braeden was always a gentleman, even before you two started dating. when he realized his feelings, he started acting like a boyfriend towards you in hopes you’d catch on.

you unbuckled your seatbelt after the car stopped.

“wait!” braeden fumbled to take the keys out of the ignition and almost forgot to take his own seatbelt off while trying to open his door. you laughed as he ran to your side to open your door. he held his hand out. “m’lady.”

“why thank you, kind sir.” you stepped out, your hand in his.

one afternoon, you were preparing lunch for yourself and braeden. you heard the doorbell ring. you walked over, wiping your hands on your apron. there, braeden stood with his hands behind his back.

“hey. you’re early.” you smiled while hugging him.

“i couldn’t wait to see you,” he responded. “also,” he revealed the bouquet of wildflowers, “these are for you.”

you gasped. “they’re gorgeous.”

“i knew you’d like them.” he handed them to you while stepping inside. he placed a swift kiss to your temple.

and when you guys started dating, his acts got a little…extreme.

you were walking with the rest of the band as you guys explored the town. your arm looped through braeden’s as you stuck close to his side. all of a sudden, he stopped.

“hold on!” he detached from you to remove his jacket. you covered your mouth as he set it across a puddle for you to cross. he dramatically bowed.

“dude.” cole and dylan were laughing on the side. “she could just go around,” dylan said.

braeden glared at him. “shut up. romance isn’t dead.” he turned back to you with a grin.

“baby, i’m not gonna step all over your jacket,” you told him while giggling.

“it’s quite literally already ruined. and washing machines exist.”

you knew he wasn’t going to let up, so you took his hand and walked across his jacket. you leaned forward to kiss his cheek.

“thank you, my prince charming.”

braeden pecked your lips before you started walking ahead. he swiftly grabbed his jacket and threw it at the guys. they screamed in response.

➤ being on tour with the boys meant eating out. a lot. you didn’t really mind because you loved trying new food. right now, everyone was out for brunch at a buffet one of the crew members suggested. the food was more than satisfactory. everything was delicious, especially the strawberries.

you had gotten yourself a bowl of fruit to try. as soon as you took that first bite into the strawberry, you were a goner. they were probably the best you’ve ever had. you were scarfing them down, basically sprinkling them all over your pancakes.

braeden also seemed to notice your admiration for them. it was hard not to by the way you kept eyeing his plate.

he glanced from you to his plate. without saying anything, he scooped up his strawberries to give to you.

“you don’t want them,” you asked, but there was a hint of an excited smile on your face.

“nah. i don’t really like strawberries. they’re too sour, in my opinion,” he stated.

you nodded before digging in. meanwhile, dylan and cole exchanged confused looks from across the table. they waited until you went to get another plate to question braeden.

“since when do you not like strawberries,” cole asked. “remember that time you ate like half a container of them? i don’t know if those were even washed.”

“i love strawberries,” braeden said cooly. “but she loves them more.”

you had returned with ice cream. topped with strawberries, of course. you hummed in delight. you looked at the boys and pointed your spoon at dylan’s plate.

“are you gonna eat those?” there were a few disregarded strawberries covered in syrup.

dylan looked at braeden, who’s eyebrows were raised, and back to you. “no. go ahead.”

➤ it was too early in the morning. your eyes were still drooping with tiredness as you yawned every few minutes. you still lounged in your sweatpants and sweatshirt (totally not stolen from braeden) while sitting in the tour bus living room. everyone was moving around you, making breakfast or discussing the day’s plans.

braeden entered the tour bus with an iced coffee in hand. he left earlier to buy you one, which earned a complain from dylan that he didn’t get one. you thanked braeden as he sat next down.

instead of listening to his bandmates, he was too busy combing his fingers through your hair. you could’ve fallen asleep right then and there. suddenly, you felt him gathering all your hair to braid it. he had learned after watching you so many times.

he used the spare hair tie on his wrist, careful not to pull your hair. it was loosely done. you leaned back into his chest, reaching to kiss the side of his jaw as a thank you.

➤ “how does this one look?” you came out of the fitting room with a fitted white dress patterned with little red flowers and a matching red cardigan. you posed with your hands on your hips and did a quick spin.

“just as beautiful as the other ones,” braeden complimented. “i think i like this one more than the first one, though.”

“i was thinking the same thing,” you agreed. you turned around to look in the mirror once more. “i think i’ll get this.”

you changed back into your clothes and sorted out what you would be buying and leaving. you both walked to the register. when the cashier said the total, you made sure to block braeden’s view, knowing what he’d try to pull. apparently, he was already one step ahead of you as he reached over and swiftly tapped his card.

“brae,” you scolded.

he looked at you innocently. “what?”

you rolled your eyes and thanked the cashier, taking the bag. braeden laughed lightly as you both walked out of the building.

“you can’t be mad at me for being a gentlemen, hun.”

“half of my wardrobe is from your money. it makes me feel bad,” you admitted.

“well, don’t,” he responded. “because it’s my money and i get to choose who to spend it on.”

you still didn’t look at him. he leaned down to kiss your cheek, which was a little difficult considering you were both still walking. he kissed again. then, another. and another. you couldn’t help the smile forming on your face.

“thank you,” you finally spoke. “let’s go get pretzels. and don’t even think about paying this time.”

braeden held his hands up in defense as you pointed at him. he threw his arm around your shoulders and pulled you to his side, placing, yet, another kiss on the side of your head.

hera speaks!

in honor of cole’s bday…here’s braeden 🤗

[obsessive-disfuntion]

Gun-Slinging and Impressing the Literal Devil

Your favorite place to hang out was the constantly buzzing saloon owned by one of your acquaintances, Rosie. But after hearing too many men brag about how good they are with a gun, you grew tired of their egos and decided to shut them up. But in the process of showing off your skills you happened to impress a certain cowboy outlaw.

A/N: This is based off of the LOVELY art of cowboy Lucifer drawn by the incredibly talented and sweet @bat-boness so please go give them some love!! This fic is literally so outside of the Hazbin universe, Lucifer isn’t even the king of hell I just took his character and ran with it. Thank you all so much for all the love from my sneak peak for this fic, I barely had the motivation to finish it but you guys definitely helped me out with all the love so thank you ❤️

Warnings: Femme reader, AFAB terms and she/her pronouns used for reader, nsfw, 18+, not beta read!

You tilted your head back as you finished off your second glass of whiskey, letting out a groan from the burning in your throat. You pushed the glass back towards Rosie for a refill before tucking the stray hairs falling out of your braid behind your ears.

“Well sugar, I think you’ve had enough this afternoon… I want you to be able to walk out of here,” she grinned, taking the glass and starting to clean it. “Any particular reason you’re trying to drink yourself under the table today?”

“You know I got nothin’ better to do,” you chuckled, looking at Rosie. “And all these boys taking up air in this damned place are making me wish I was elsewhere.”

“They are rather… loud.”

“That’s an understatement,” you scoff. “I dunno how you put up with their bullshit, Rosie.”

A hush fell over the saloon, causing you to perk up and look towards the entrance.

“Shit,” you whisper, absolutely dumbfounded.

“My days… is that Lucifer?” Rosie gasped.

You nod your head, ensuring that your mouth was closed and not completely open in shock. What was he doing here in a place like this?

He walked in, completely ignoring the silence and heading towards the bar. His spurs clinked against the wood floor, and you quickly take in his appearance before looking away back towards Rosie. You only saw his eyes, which were narrowed in concentration. The rest of his face was covered by a white hat tilted over his brows and a red bandana hiding his mouth and nose that made his eyes nearly glow. Although the bandana wasn’t doing much, since the cut of his shirt was rather… low…

He stood to your left, leaning his arm against the bar counter causing him to nearly press against you he was so close. You couldn’t help but look up at him.

He smelled of barley and gunpowder… and his hair was unkempt from the wind that most-likely came from riding horseback.

“Well howdy,” he greeted Rosie, tipping his hat.

…What?

His voice was so… cheery. It didn’t match what he looked like at all. It contrasted his concentrated and unapproachable appearance.

“Well hey there, Lucifer… what can I get for ya this afternoon?” Rosie smiled as she grabbed a glass, being her usual charming self.

He pulled the bandana down to speak. “Strongest drink you have, if you please.”

Oh.

Oh fuck.

He was pretty… Smile that could make your knees buckle, rosy red cheeks, and… a surprising amount of manners for such a well-known outlaw.

“Of course… What brings you to our little town? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Just passin’ through. You know me. Well, not really. But I mean- I’m sure you’ve heard of me. Wait, that sounds awful full of myself, doesn’t it?”

“Just a little,” you butted in, causing you to widen your eyes in spite of yourself.

Why did you say that?

This brought his attention towards you, smile still on his face as he gave you a once over. You pretended not to notice, but it made you squirm in your seat and subtly adjust your ruffled skirt.

“Well hey there pretty lady. You come here often?”

You snort, which makes you flush in embarrassment. “Sure do. Rosie here is a close friend of mine.”

“Well, you both look absolutely lovely this afternoon,” he winked at the both of you, causing you to shrink in your seat and Rosie to let out a giggle.

“Why thank you,” Rosie smiled back, sliding over a glass of clear liquid to him. “Enjoy your stay here.”

“Thank ya, ma’am,” he tilted his hat once more and grabbed his glass, taking a sip before heading over to that damned group of men you’ve grown to hate and starting up a conversation.

“Well he was… surprisingly friendly,” you observed, looking to Rosie.

“Yeah… especially towards you,” Rosie smirked, propping her elbows on the bar counter and leaning her face into her palms. “He fancies you.”

You scoffed, shaking your head and dismissing the thought. Even if it was true, you couldn’t entertain the idea. He was an outlaw always on the run. You didn’t really want that life.

“Oh please, I could shoot circles around you.”

This caused you to glance behind you at one of the buffoons that was inflating his own ego earlier. Which he somehow had the audacity to say that to Lucifer, which caused your jaw to drop just slightly in disbelief.

But Lucifer didn’t even challenge the statement, for some reason. He just laughed and nodded.

“Oh, yeah, sure. I believe ya.”

“Damn… for a famous outlaw you don’t have a spine, now do ya?”

You slam your hands on the bar counter, causing the group of men to shut up for once.

“Y/N… I really don’t think-“

“Y’all sure are cocky for a bunch of bitches, aren’t ya?” you cut Rosie off, ignoring her warning and standing up out of your seat. 

You ignored the snickers coming from a few of the men, standing in front of them with your back straight and proud. You sure as hell weren’t gonna back down now that you’ve stepped in it. 

“Every goddamn day y’all come here and talk about your skills but I never see it.”

You lift your skirt, high enough to show your mid thigh, which caused almost all of the men to blush, wide-eyed as some stared and others looked away. You reveal your gun holster strapped to your thigh, pulling out your revolver and spinning it by the trigger guard with your pointer finger as you let your skirt fall back down.

“So how about you boys let me show you mine,” you smirk, tilting your dark brown hat back so they could all really get a look at you. 

“Why the fuck would we give you the time of day, little lady? Why don’t you go back to sittin’ and lookin’ pretty at the bar counter there-“

You pull back on the hammer spur of your revolver, lifting the gun up with one hand and narrowing one eye as you aim. You shot directly in the center of the cocky man’s hat, knocking it off of his thick skull before the bullet bounced into the wooden wall, it coming to a stop once it was wedged in between the boards. 

“Hey!” Rosie snapped, causing you to wince. “Not here, not inside- get out! All of you- you too Y/N!”

You shot her an apologetic look as you pushed forward on the hammer spur of your gun, walking outside with an anger bubbling in your chest. How dare those dumbs bastards speak to you that way…

You turn around when you hear the swinging doors open, watching with a smirk as the group of dumbs men get on their horses and ride away, not even sneaking a glance at you.

But then Lucifer walks out, and you look at the ground. Was he angry? But why would he be?

He called out your name, which he probably figured it out when Rosie yelled at you to get out, gaining your attention and causing you to look up.

“Ya still wanna show off your skills?” he asked, raising a brow and giving you a smile.

Your heart fluttered and you gave him a shrug. “Well if I have an audience.”

“Of course you do, couldn’t take my eyes off ya, sweetheart.”

He grabbed 3 empty food cans out of the bag hanging on the side of his horse, which he probably ate out of during his travels, leaving you to stare at him with wide eyes and blushing cheeks at his words. He set them up on different posts on the fence of a pasture that was next to the saloon. 

“Alright, show me what you got,” he shot you a toothy grin, stepping away from the cans as you scoffed.

“Please,” you laughed, making sure to take more steps back than what he was expecting. 

You shot the cans just like you shot the man’s hat from before, one eye slightly narrowed and gun raised with one hand. You shot one after the other, hitting them perfectly and knocking each one off of their posts with only a few seconds in between each shot.

Once they all hit the floor, you put the safety back on by pressing forward on the hammer spur.

“Damn…” Lucifer whistled, stepping towards you. “Haven’t seen someone shoot like that in a long time.”

“Glad I could impress someone like Lucifer himself,” you smiled, tipping your hat before lifting your skirt again and hooking your gun into the holster strapped around your thigh.

You tried to pretend you didn’t notice him staring at your skin as you let your skirt fall.

“Already was impressed when I saw you for the first time. Wasn’t kiddin’ when I called you a pretty lady.”

You blushed at the compliment but played it off, taking a stop towards him. “And you’re strikingly handsome for an outlaw… you’d think always being on the run would ruin one’s appearance.”

“Well, I suppose I’m criminally handsome as well.”

You snicker behind your hand. You really liked him…

“I’m not stayin’ here too long…”

“What a shame,” you frown at him, sticking out your bottom lip in a fake pout. 

“But I’d still like to have a pleasant stay. Any ideas on how I can make my visit a little more… fun?” he asked, stepping so close to you that his crossed arms nearly touched your chest.

Your eyes widened at his words. You looked at him, and his eyes were narrowed, honed in on you and only you and taking in your appearance.

Well shit. Who are you to deny someone like him?

“I might have a few… it wouldn’t be too bad of an idea to show a merciless outlaw to my own home, would it?”

“Well… I certainly don’t think so… at least, not this outlaw,” he smiled at you, placing a gentle hand on your hip, and you caught him staring down at your figure.

“Well, let’s get on your horse and I’ll show you the way.”

“You don’t have your own?” he asks, taking your hand and showing you to his horse, which was a beautiful dusty grey color with a black mane.

“Nah- everything ‘round here is walking distance. If I need one I usually use one of Rosie’s- that there is her pasture, she has a few animals she likes takin’ care of,” you explain, ignoring the hand he puts out to help you and mounting the horse by yourself.

Lucifer’s eyes were slightly widened in shock as you made it clear that you didn’t need his assistance, getting on the horse and sitting behind you. “I see,” he smiled, pressing himself against you and holding onto your waist. “Lead the way, darlin’. And take your time, I’m in no rush.”

Your lips part and your heart hammers at the sudden touch, gently snapping the reins of the horse to a soft trot as you guide it to your home.

But just after a few steps from the horse you felt Lucifer’s hands travel down your waist to your hips, and then they slowly made their way forward.

“Lucifer, just what do you think you’re doing?” you ask, breath falling short as you sneak a glance over your shoulder back at him.

“Just keep goin’ sweetheart. I’m just havin’ a little fun.”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to concentrate on getting the two of you to your home, breath hitching as his hands travelled down towards the center of your thighs.

“Lucifer, I’m… I’m trying to concentrate here,” you try to scold, lungs sputtering for air out of nerves and excitement when his grip tightens on your thighs and teases the area where your pelvis meets your hip.

“I know, darlin’. You can still get us there, can’t you?”

“Well… yeah,” you sighed, placing one hand on the hand that was getting dangerously close to a place you DIDNT want him touching out here.

“Don’t try to hold me back, baby,” he teased, breath hitting your ear.

You pull on the reigns of the horse, getting him to stop.

“We’re here,” you sighed. “Thank god.”

Lucifer jumped off the horse and you quickly followed. “I have some fenced off land in the back. You can keep your horse there, if you’d like,” you offer, handing him the reigns and showing him to the land you had behind your house.

It was peaceful where you lived- just at the end of town but close enough to everything you needed.

Once Lucifer let his horse back, and made him comfortable, he turned to you with a smile. “Thank ya, darlin’.”

“Why, of course,” you teased with a smile, taking his hands and leading him inside your home.

As soon as the door closed behind the two of you, he grabbed onto your waist and you gripped onto his shoulders as he pulled you into a lip-bruising kiss. 

He pulled you close, hands lowering to your hips and slotting one of his legs in between yours to press his thigh against you.

“Lucifer…” you breathed, running your hands to his hair and gripping onto the roots, moving towards his neck and pressing soft kisses along the skin. 

“Baby, you are…”

“C’mon,” you interrupt him against his skin, pulling back and leading him to your bed. “You wanted some fun while you’re in town, right?”

“Right,” he nodded, pushing you atop the covers as soon as you got near the mattress, kicking his shoes off and getting on the bed.

He hovered over you on his knees, already beginning to hike up your skirt which made you laugh under your breath, slightly nervous. You reached for your ankles, sitting up slightly as you unlaced your shoes and threw them to the side as Lucifer removed his hat and serape and putting them to the side.

You watched carefully when he took off his shirt, pulling it off and placing it aside, immediately inviting you- whether he meant to or not- to touch all of his chest and stomach that you could. You sighed out a deep breath (of slight disappointment) when he pulled away from your hands and pushed up your skirt enough to see your bloomers and under-skirts which he quickly removed. “You alright?” he checked in, looking up at you, barely able to rip his eyes away from your body.

“Yeah,” you whispered, giving him a smile and reaching out to run a hand through his hair. “Of course I am.”

He gave you a cheeky smile, immediately ducking down and starting to kiss along your upper thigh. He didn’t even have the patience to take your skirt off first, he just lifted it up so it would be out of the way and pushing it back so he could still see you. Right after the skirts were out of the way, he unclipped the gun holster around your thigh and dropping it onto the floor.

“Damn, you’re impatient…” you teased as an attempt to keep your composure, letting out a small, nervous laugh as he looked back up at you.

“I said I wanted to have fun while I’m here… and I don’t play around. I get what I want, if ya didn’t notice, sweetheart.”

“Aw, but you don’t wanna take your time with me?” you teased, trying but failing to hide your smile.

“I think you and I both know you like it hard and fast too, darlin’. I don’t really think you care if I take off our clothes or not. Do you?”

You flushed at those words, unable to get yourself to answer, let alone decide what to say.

“That’s what I thought.”

He dives back into your thigh, immediately making his way to your pussy and spreading your folds before licking a stripe across your hole and to your clit. 

“Jesus- fucking christ, Lucifer,” you gasped, glancing down at him and placing your hands in his hair to brace yourself. 

He doubles down, chuckling against you causing to let out a breathy moan. You felt your whole core spasm against the sudden attention, tilting your head back and getting lost in the feeling as soon as he thrust his tongue into your hole. 

“Fucking shit, Lucifer!”

You let out a small cry when he holds your thighs open, causing them to shake. “Please, oh my god-“

He pulled away so that his lips were just barely against your clit, looking up at you through his eyelashes. “Please what, baby? What do you want?”

“You, you… please-“

“Already desperate for me?” he whispered, having the audacity to laugh at you.

“Shut your trap…”

He apparently didn’t like that response, so he gripped your thighs harder and started sucking on your clit with an unwavering vigour.

“What- Lucifer!” you cry out, one hand gripping onto his hair and the other slamming onto the mattress, gripping onto the sheets in a desperate attempt to keep your composure and not burst into tears right there. 

He moves one hand from your thigh up to intertwine his fingers with yours, holding your hand tightly and still keeping his gaze on you.

He finally gave you a break, pulling away and giving you a smile. 

“You’re so beautiful…” he breathed, studying your face and tracing his fingertips along your thigh.

You blushed under his admiration, looking off to the side out of embarrassment from his intense gaze.

“Whatta ya say, darlin’?”

You look back at him, face warm and eyes wide. “Thank you…”

“Atta girl,” he chuckled, sitting up on his knees before leaning over you, his arms planted by your torso against the mattress to keep himself up.

He pressed his face against your neck, causing you to inhale a sharp breath and gripping onto his hair with one hand again as he peppered kisses along your neck. “Are you teasing me now?” you laughed under your breath, slowly lifting your bare hips to press against his.

He let out a gentle groan, nipping at your jawline. “What can I say? I wanna take my time with ya…”

You scoff, smile evident on your face as you trailed your hand down. It rested at the top of Lucifer’s pants, slowly undoing his belt. “But I thought you were here to have fun, sugar… where’s that needy attitude now?” you mutter back, placing the belt next to you two on the mattress and trailing your hands down again to push down his pants, just enough to…

“Well, you’re gonna take away my fun by rushing me,” Lucifer frowned, immediately grabbing you by your wrists and pushing your hands away. “Fun doesn’t mean quick, sugar,” he mocked. “Let me play a bit.”

He gently pressed your hands down against the mattress, a silent signal to keep them there, before trailing his hands along your chest. He grinned down at you, slowly unclasping the hooks from your corset and throwing it aside before beginning to undo your shirt. “Beautiful- best part of this town.”

You shudder at the touch to your breasts, letting out a small laugh. “Do you say that to all the girls you bed?”

He looked at you with a raised brow, unbuttoning your shirt all the way as he obviously began to lose his patience with you. “Haven’t done this in years, baby. You’re special, don’t you worry.” 

He tossed your shirt to the side, straddling your hips and running his hand along your jaw. He ducked down, kissing your lips and nipping them immediately. You opened your mouth, tentatively, which he took advantage of and invaded your mouth with his smooth tongue.

You gasped, his tongue working wonders as you were able to taste yourself, and you lifted a hand to place on his hip as an attempt to get him to not stop.

He pulled away, though, and stared down at you with narrowed eyes. “I thought it was obvious I wanted you to keep your hands to yourself, but apparently you didn’t pick up on that.”

You opened your mouth to complain, but he wasn’t having any of it. He grabbed his belt, which made your mouth go dry. “Gimme your hands, love.”

You stutter, tongue feeling as if it was swollen while your hands remain still. “Lucifer, you won’t-“

“C’mon baby,” he interrupted, gaze turning slightly cold which sent shivers down your spine. “Hands.”

Your eyes widen and you shakily hold up your hands, embarrassed at the feeling of your pussy already dripping onto the bedsheets.

“Don’t worry, angel. I’ll still treat you right. I’d never hurt you,” he reassured, slightly alarmed at your shaking, but he gave you a look that you knew was him telling you you could stop whenever.

There was the man that you saw at the bar. Bless his heart, he’s too kind.

“I’m…” you trail off, thighs nearly twitching when he pushes your hands against the bed frame. “I’m just fine.”

He wrapped the belt around your wrists and the headboard of the bed, finally fastening it which caused your thighs to press together.

“Goddamnit will you PLEASE get on with it,” you felt your voice betray you, causing Lucifer to pause as soon as the belt was fastened. 

He pulled away, going back to hovering above you with a smug grin. “Darlin’… you like the belt?”

“I didn’t fucking say that, did I?”

“Oh, touchy… you’re a brat, aren’t ya?” he laughed at you, situating himself so that he could reach back, pushing past your thighs and pressing against your clit in between your folds, before reaching down further and pressing one finger into your hole. 

Your eyes closed, body relieved at the attention as you slumped against the mattress and gently tugging against the belt around your wrists. 

“You do like it.”

“Perhaps,” you muttered, looking down at him. 

“Oh, no need to be shy… it’s alright, you can tell me anything,” he teased, slowly pulling his finger out of you, then slowly thrusting back in. 

You gasped, now realizing just how powerless you were at the fact that your wrists were completely restrained, looking at his face as he pressed barely-there kisses along your sternum.

He teased the pad of his second finger around your entrance, then slowly pushed it inside to join the finger that was already there. He was stretching you out.

“Lucifer… please go faster, I’m fine, y’know. Don’t need to worry about me.”

He looked down at you and smiled, pressing a quick and soft kiss to your lips before pulling back slightly to look at you as he rubbed against your walls with his fingers. “Ya sure?”

“I’m sure.”

He chuckled, pulling his fingers out of you before trailing them up to his face and licking his tongue along the two fingers slowly, savouring the taste. “You’re just perfect, love.”

You shrank under the praise, heart skipping a beat in your chest at his actions. He pulled away though, tugging down his pants. You watched, with hardly any shame at all, as he throws them to the floor, and he climbs closer to you again, leaning over you as he uses one hand to press himself against your entrance. He looks up at you with his hair slightly in his eyes and an excited grin stretched across his lips.

“You ready, angel?”

You smile, surprised that he checked in with you so suddenly, but it made your heart swell. “Yes… of course,” you nod. 

He gave you a soft smile which made your chest tighten, and he pushed himself into you slowly. Your breath got stuck somewhere in your throat, and once he noticed that your breathing stopped, he stopped too. “Breathe, sweetheart… breathe.”

You gasped for breath, probably louder than you realized, and your wrists slacked then tightened against the belt. “Keep going,” you whispered, words barely falling out of your lips.

“Okay, just… tell me when you need me to stop, alright? I don’t wanna hurt ya,” he soothed, leaning up and pressing careful kisses against your cheek as he pushed in further.

Tears welled in your eyes at the stretch, your back arching and your jaw nearly going slack. Lucifer tightened his grip on your hips, keeping you still.

But then he kept going, and your eyes squeezed shut at the lack of control. But you weren’t panicking. 

There was something about the smell of dust in his unkempt hair against your face, and the way his body slotted against yours, that just made you trust him completely. Which was… jarring, to say the least, since you just met him.

You grew used to the intrusion, even if it did just keep growing and growing. But then his hips slotted against yours, and you were finally able to breathe again. 

“Wasn’t so bad now, was it?”

“Easy for you to say…” you panted, smiling at him when he pulled back to look at you. 

“Mmm… not THAT easy. You have no idea how much it’s taking for me to not fuck you into this bed right now.”

It was then that you noticed that his arms were shaking, and you smiled a little to yourself. He felt this way just for you?

“You can go, baby… just go slow, please,” you instructed, holding back a laugh at the way his face lit up.

“God bless ya, darlin’,” he laughed breathily as an attempt to tease you, gently pulling out, which made your wrists unintentionally tug aggressively against the headboard. 

But once he slowly pushed back in, your vision went white and you let out an unfiltered, drawn-out whine. You didn’t want to say it out loud, but holy shit… he was huge.

“You’re so pretty like this, love. Look at you…”

You open your eyes a bit, peeking at him only for them to roll back when he pulls out and pushes back in again, this time a little faster.

“Sound so good, angel. And you feel so good, too. Easily best part of coming to town.”

You let out a breath, or at least tried to, since your lungs were absolutely fluttering at the feeling and his words.

“Lucifer, you can go… faster,” you muttered, looking at him with watering eyes and a wobbly smile.

He cursed under his breath, examining your face for a moment before pulling out again. The friction against you made you cry out, weak and soft, only for him to push back into you.

But this time he didn’t stop in between thrusts, he just kept going, which made your hips twitch.

“Fuck…”

He groaned, turning his head so that his lips pressed against your ear. His breath hit your skin, causing you to shiver against his hold.  He liked the reactions you were having, though, which made him double down and push your limits even more.

“I felt that, baby… You’re reacting like that just for me?”

Your eyes squeezed shut, nodding as an answer. He pulled back a bit to look at you, giving you a smug grin before lifting your hips slightly and deepening his angle.

“Oh- oh…! Lu-!”

“I bet you’d like me to come back every now and again, just for me to fuck you like this over and over. Ain’t that right?”

“Yeah-! Right, Lucifer!” your voice hiccuped with the way your body moved against the bed with each of his thrusts, eyes half-lidded.

“Lucifer, wait,” you gasped, jaw clenching. 

He stopped in his tracks, not moving as he looked down at you. “Did I do something wrong?”

“What? No, of course not. I feel so good… just… please undo the belt. Please.”

He immediately nodded and reached over you to the headboard, quick to listen. As soon as the belt was unfastened he threw it off the bed and massaged along your wrists, trying to soothe the slight burn. 

Instead of letting him continue you grabbed his hands, pushing him away before sitting up, pulling him back so he was laying down. You straddled his hips, placing your against his chest to keep him there.

“What are you…?”

“You pick up on things easy, just wait.”

You reach back, lining him up with yourself before lowering down onto him. He let out a breath, instantly gripping onto your hips.

“Baby, sweetheart, I can’t keep this up that long if ya-“

“I know, that’s the point,” you smile down at him, raising yourself and lowering again.

He let out a noise. You’d never heard anything like it, it was soft and high pitched, but you’d do anything to hear it again. 

You looked down at him with wide eyes, mouth slightly open as you rose and fell again, then again, until you started consistently bouncing.

“Fuck, angel, you’re so goddamn tight.”

“Just for you, baby.”

Something in him shakes and he slams you down on his cock, forcing a near scream out of your throat. 

“Just for me?”

“Yes- yes, just for you!” you exclaimed in surprise, doubling down and speeding up your pace.

He tilted his head back in response, becoming lost to the feeling which just made you shudder all over.

“You’re so pretty, love… so gorgeous, I could watch you do this for hours,” he praised, tracing along your hips before tightening his grip again. 

Your face flushed and your body shuddered at the praise, the friction from your bounces starting to get to you. Lucifer noticed and trailed one of his hands down from your hip and immediately circled his thumb around your clit. 

“Ah! Lucifer, I’m close, are-“

“Right there with ya, angel,” he smiled at you, albeit a little wobbly since he was barely containing his own whimpers.

You clenched around him, bouncing stuttering only for Lucifer to help you out with the hand that was still on your hip.

“You’re such a good girl- so good you make me want to stay,” you heard his weak voice whisper in between his whines, causing your eyes to widen as you looked down at him.

You gasp, your back arching and your stomach fluttering as you climax. Your eyes just barely caught Lucifer’s expression while he finished himself, his eyelids nearly falling and his breath hitching before letting out a strained whimper while he finishes inside you.

You cried out at the feeling of him spilling into you in the middle of your peak, doubling over as your moans stutter and hiccup while you finally get over your peak.

“You did so good, love…”

He slowly sat up, breath still erratic as he gently and carefully pulled out of you which caused you to whimper from your own sensitivity. 

“That’s it… just breathe, you did so well, darlin’.”

He laid you back down, grabbing a quilt that was folded on the bottom of the bed and placing it over you so you’d stay warm. You smile at the soft fabric against your skin and watched his hand cup your cheek before tucking a strand of hair behind your face. He delicately took your hair out of its braid, massaging your scalp once your hair was down and splayed out along your shoulders. 

He moved to lay down behind you under the quilt, slotting his body against you from behind and hugging around your waist. “Can I stay the night?”

You decide to not let the reality that he has to leave hit you yet. With how his arms felt around you, with this new feeling in general, is presence just felt… right. Might as well pretend that the feeling doesn’t have to leave for a little bit longer.

“Of course you can.”

A/N: Thank you so much for reading <3 sorry that it took me so long to write, I literally hate school with a passion :)

Taglist: @heavenlyraindrops

[merlieve]

Hello! I wanted to request a Gilbert x fem!reader where the reader seeks comfort within Gilbert’s arms after a devastating event in the reader life, the rest is up to you

i’m only me when i’m with you :: g.b

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐡𝐞/𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬, 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲-𝐯𝐮𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞.

𝐇𝐮𝐫𝐭/𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 | 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐬: 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐀𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞, 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭!

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

[ Note: you know how i’m a SLUT for hurt comfort, so now i’m chugging this one out, also Dr. Gunn was a real medical publisher, i did my research. sorry if it’s shorter than usual it’s literally 4am ]

The [Last Name] household had been a well-respected family at Avonlea, their reputation of formality and intellect exceeding expectations. That’s why when [Name] had gotten an 80% on her mathematics evaluation, her father ridiculed her for her academic performance;

“How have you managed to get such a scarce grade in mathematics?! Are you an imbecile?” Screeched [Father’s Name], gripping his daughters' worksheet in his hand, veins in his head, almost about to burst. “You’ve shattered our family name!”

Standing in front of her disappointed father, [Name] could hardly do anything, tears flowing from her cheeks, as she felt her heart pounding against her chest.

[Mother’s Name] quickly shut down her husband’s behaviour, “We don’t have the time for this [Father’s Name], let's talk about this in a civilized manner -” “Who cares?! Our daughter’s an idiot!” Interrupted by her husband, she knew better than to fuel his fire. “Times like these, I ask myself if she’s even mine…” Whispered [Father’s Name], tearing [Name]’s worksheet until it was shredded.

As the papers fell in front of her trembling body, [Name] wasted no time in leaving her home, grabbing her coat and shunning the calls of her parents, pleading for her to come back.

…

While walking by the eye-catching rivers and cattle farms of her town, [Name] didn’t seem to enjoy the beautiful scenery, eyes blurry while being filled with tears. [Name] felt like there was no place to go, the once comfort of her own home felt like the last thing she wanted to go back to. If she had nowhere to go, why were her legs taking her to a certain Blythe’s home?

Knock, Knock. Knock.

The faded knocking on the front door startled Gilbert, who was scanning the latest book of Dr. Gunn, he hadn’t expected any visitors to come, ‘then again, it could be the wind,’ and dismissed it, but when he heard a faint; “Gilbert? Is anybody home?” He quickly ran down the stairs, sniffing his clothes to make sure he seemed decent enough.

Opening the door, Gilbert was alarmed at [Name]’s shaky body, “G-Gilbert…” sighed the girl before him, her lovely face drenched in tears. She wasted no moment collapsing in his arms, hugging him with all her baggage. “Don’t let go, please… I’m scared, I don’t know what to do, I have nowhere to go…” Whimpered [Name], shoving her face in his neck, inhaling her beloved’s scent.

Taken aback, Gilbert hadn’t expected [Name]’s sudden vulnerability, but he didn’t need to understand her to give the same amount of comfort back. Hearing her shaky breath, Gilbert’s heart was filled with compassion, “I will never let go. I’ll protect you, darling, I always have and never failed,” Placing his hand on the back of her head while the other patted her back, as he attempted to soothe her.

Whatever happens, [Name] always comes back to Gilbert.

[nyxyxx]

The Garden - I (part a)

technically this is sagau stuff, but it's also more focused around my daydreams so here's a bit of that. The actual sagau content comes into play a lot later.

"Cecilia? Where are we going?"

"Shh! Ask questions later! I wanna show you something cool!"

The two young children scurried off through the forest, a forest that they'd come to know so well, and eventually stumbled out of the other side. "You see that hill over there?" The young girl said, pointing to the distant mound. "Yeah...what's so special about it?" The boy asked, still full of confusion. "-And don't you think we're out a little too far? Mother will start to worry if we aren't back soon." He wrapped his arms around himself, hoping it would ease some of his uncertainty. The girl scoffed, and simply dismissed his comment.

"Just follow me." She grabbed his hand, and dragged him off towards the hill. When they finally got there, the young boy was out of breath. "Ahh seriously. How are you *pant* so fast..."

Standing on top of the hill, the two of them could just barely see past the horizon, and could just barely catch a glimpse of the world that they once were a part of. "See... over there... I think? It looks like it could be a town."

"Yeah. It does kinda look like that. Well, can we go home now?"

"Fine, fine. Geez, I thought you'd be more excited." She crossed her arms and ran down the hill, nearly falling over in the process. When the boy ran down, she caught his hand before he could tumble over, and instead managed to keep him upright.

"I don't get what's so interesting about the rest of the world. As far as I know, it's way better here anyways." He said, brushing off his clothes.

"No, maybe you wouldn't get it. That's fine though. We should head back now though, otherwise Mother might get worried." She said, facing away from the intense glare she was receiving.

"That is literally what I said."

The two made their way back through the forest, navigating through the well-hidden traps that had been placed there. The forest was oddly quiet today. There was hardly any noticeable creatures roaming around, and the birds felt like they were more distant than usual. It was an eerie atmosphere.

However, despite the strange feeling that permeated through the air, they made it back home safely. Waiting on the porch of the cottage for them was their mother, who waved to them as they walked up. "Ah! I'm glad you two are back home safe, I was really worried!" She fretted. The two were embraced gently, and then hurried inside. However all was not right, the house was dead quiet, a stark contrast to how the house usually was. Had everyone still been out? Where was everyone else?

The two noticed something was wrong almost instantly. Had the two come back together ordinarily, there'd be a very upset sister waiting at the door, ready to start another brawl. She rarely left the house at all, and especially not on her own.

"Mother, I'm feeling kinda tired, so I'm gonna go to bed early if that's okay?" The young girl blurted, trying to sound as natural as possible. Clearly she had a bad feeling about this as well.

"Me too...we went pretty far today... so I'm extra sleepy."

Mother simply smiled, and said "Alright, please sleep well, love you both."

They both met in the girl's room. Something wasn't right here. "Did you see the way she said that? It didn't feel right at all." She launched herself onto her bed, and lay there for a while.

"Usually she'd have more of a reaction? Not to mention the fact that Xin is nowhere in sight." He sat down next to her bed, and rested his head against the mattress.

"Right? Like...she'd totally be waiting for us to be all like "How dare you two go without me?" and "You made me stay here all by myself!" but she just... wasn't there."

"Something's wrong here...but I don't know what to do. Or even how we can prove that."

"Simple, we can just wait until actual bedtime, and if even still nobody shows up, then we'll know somethings wrong." The young girl sat up from her bed, and started to undo her hair. "Until then we just have to buy time."

"Yeah...but even then, what'll we do after that?" He began, climbing on top of the bed to assist his sister. "Like, if nobody shows up, then what? What will we do from there?" He undid the braids of her hair, careful not to tug too harshly, and then proceeded to work on undoing his own.

"Hm... we should probably talk to Mother then. See if she knows what's wrong."

"I think Mother is what's wrong here," he sighed. "Something's not right about her, but I don't want to be rude and ask. Let's do that then, we'll wait till the time everyone would normally be home, and then we can confront her."

"Alright. I'm gonna take a nap in the meantime. I wasn't lying about being tired. You can...keep watch or something." The girl said, promptly collapsing back down onto her bed, and quickly falling asleep.

"Seriously, why are you making me do this..." He crossed his arms and sat next to her, keeping his eyes focused on the door.

I - Part A - END

this isnt edited sighh im too sleepy atm. Maybe another time. Making up for those notification I see in my inbox and then I feel guilty that I haven't written anything in a while. So here's my slop. Or something.

[rebelwrites]

Seven: The Old Nova Is Out To Play

Charles Leclerc x Nova Teller (OC)

Till The Wheels Fall Off Masterlist

Small town meets the fast lane. What happens when two souls meet? Will it end in happiness or will they both crash and burn?

As always reblogs and feedback is highly appreciated ❤️ if you want tagging in future parts let me know ❤️

There were only two more days before the fundraiser, ever since Nero had joined the team as another manager, my life had smoothed out and I felt like I could breathe again. There were no longer days where I wasn’t getting any sleep and running on fumes, I now had the time to get a decent night’s rest without the stress of the cafe and bar weighing me into the dirt. It also meant I was able to spend more time with Elenor. We would spend many afternoons cooking dinner for Pops and Jax which in turn led to me actually eating with them rather than grabbing a cereal bar on the way out of the door.

Everything had fallen into a nice little routine, I couldn’t thank Jax enough for getting me some help. When I tried showing my appreciation to Nero for his assistance he brushed it off, scolding me when I wanted to treat him.

“Auntie Nova, ” Elenor shouted from the bottom of the stairs, “come on, we are going to be late.”

Shaking my head, she was just like her father, impatient and had the attitude to go alongside it. Taking one final look at my appearance, I ran my fingers through my hair giving the curls one last shake out before I hummed in satisfaction.

Tonight was open mic night at the bar, meaning my outfit was more on the risky side, it was a style that I hadn’t rocked for a while, I once again felt like the wild, carefree Nova. There was also a part of me that hoped Charles would be at the bar tonight, maybe that was why I dug deep in my closet putting some additional effort in my appearance.

The black skinny jeans clung to my body like it was a second skin, the pop of the red lace bralette stood out against my complexion and the gray checked shirt tied at my waist completed the outfit. Most people would have worn heels with this look but I was never the type of girl to wear shoes that were so high I couldn’t walk in, they would be the literal death of me, so I went for my old faithfuls, the crisp white pair of Nike Air Force 1s. The family staple of shoes, if anyone walked into the house they would think we were sponsored by Nike with the amount of pairs of the trainers that were on the shoe rack.

Open mic night was one of my favorite events we hosted at the bar. Well, I used to love it until my heart was broken, since then I hadn’t picked my guitar up, I had lost the song that my soul was singing. Pops loved it when I used to play and sing around the fire pit, so I knew he was going to be overjoyed when he realized what was happening tonight.

I had to admit ever since Charles and Pierre landed in this small town I called home, I had noticed I was taking a bit more care in my appearance, I refused to leave the house without my hair, makeup and outfit being perfect. This was something Jax had picked up on as well, meaning that I couldn’t escape the teasing, especially as we all lived under one roof still.

Checking my phone for the millionth time today, I felt like I wanted to scream when there were no new notifications on my screen, especially any from Charles. I had no idea why he hadn’t texted me yet. My mind was spinning thinking of all different reasons as to why he hadn’t messaged me, pushing the thoughts to the back of my mind I tucked my phone into the back pocket of my jeans.

“I’m coming,” I chuckled, checking one last time that I turned the hair straighteners off, before exiting my bedroom and running down the stairs.

“You look pretty Auntie Nova,” Elenor beamed, linking her small hand in mine whilst I swiped the keys to my truck from the rack hanging by the door.

“Thank you, baby,” I grinned, feeling a lot more confident in myself than I had done in months, “and look at you in your Ferrari hoodie,” I hummed, double checking that the door locked behind us.

“I pinky promised Charles I would show him it,” she giggled, practically dragging me to the truck.

“You making pinky promises with Charles now?” I asked, giving her a helping hand into the front of the vehicle. As cute as she was, she really wasn’t making things easy for me. It was only a matter of time before I would have to confess that I knew who he was. I mean he probably already knew especially with the comment about the photo of me and Elenor behind the bar both rocking Ferrari hoodies.

“He is so cool Auntie Nova,” she said, her grin getting wider with every word she spoke. I guess in some ways this was my fault for introducing her to the world of Formula One and taking her to races when I could. “Did you know he plays the piano?”

“Oh, really?” I said in excitement, playing along for her sake, she didn’t need to know that his piano medleys he released on spotify were something I used to calm myself down with when I was feeling extremely stressed and overwhelmed.

“I told him he should play tonight. He said he would think about it,” she said with a proud smirk on her face. Of course she would ask him to play, however unless he had spoken to Jax to arrange getting a keyboard brought in I had no idea how he could but I didn’t tell Elenor that.

Since Charles had come into the cafe at the end of last week things had changed. Both him and Pierre graced us with their presence every night in the bar. Charles never came up to order food or drink, he always sent Pierre. I didn’t know why I cared so much, the connection I felt with him was mind blowing, I know I turned him down on a date but surely that’s no reason to completely ice me out. The most interaction I got with him this week was small smiles as I passed his table or when I looked up from across the room and he was gazing in my direction.

Was he playing me?

Had he changed his mind?

All I knew I was kicking myself for turning him down when he asked me for dinner.

The journey to the bar didn’t take long, the moment I parked the truck Elenor was tugging at the seat belt trying to get out. She was practically buzzing with excitement to show Charles her hoodie. Her reaction made me smile, over the last week I had noticed she had gotten extremely close to Charles, in a way it was cute but it also meant that when I was at home I couldn’t escape him because Elenor was always talking about him.

Once I had helped her with the seat belt I quickly slipped out of the car, Elenor was obviously feeling impatient as she clambered over the driver’s seat rather than waiting for me to open the passenger door for her. Her small hand wrapped around mine and she dragged me across the parking lot into the bar.

I felt like all the attention was on me due to the dramatic entrance caused by a certain five year old, scanning the bar I noticed that this wasn’t the case. In fact there was only one set of eyes that was causing my skin to heat up, I didn’t need to look to see who it was that was causing me to feel this way.

Charles Leclerc.

Choosing to ignore the feeling I let Elenor guide me through the bar, leading me to Jax. The moment she saw her daddy she dropped my hand sprinting around the room and jumping into his arms. He instantly picked her up placing her on top of the counter, his arms placed either side of her as he smothered her face in little kisses causing her giggles to echo around the bar.

“Doesn’t Auntie Nova look pretty, daddy?” she asked, placing her hands against Jax’s kutte.

Jax turned his attention to me, cocking his brow when he realized what I was wearing. “She doesn’t look pretty baby, she looks phenomenal,” Jax smirked, pressing a kiss against his daughter’s head, “now why don’t you go find Poppy.”

“I know where he is, daddy, he is with Charles and Pierre,” she beamed, as Jax lifted her off the bar top. She didn’t stick around and before we knew it she was at Pops table.

“I see the old Nova is out to play tonight,” Jax winked, grabbing two bottles of beer from the fridge.

“Don’t know what you are on about,” I shrugged, taking the bottle from him. I couldn’t help myself, looking over Jax’s shoulder as I spoke, automatically I locked eyes with Charles as I brought the beer to my lips.

“We both know that’s bullshit, Squirt,” Jax hummed, moving slightly so he was blocking my view from Charles, “this doesn’t have anything to do with the fact he has hardly spoken to you since the cafe?”

I had told Jax about what happened the morning after Charles asked me to dinner, “I dunno,” I sighed, leaning against the counter. “I just don’t get it, he was forward enough to ask me out but now he hasn’t said a word to me. I put myself out there and he hasn’t even text me. ”

“Maybe he didn’t see it? The muffins might not have been for him, for all you know you gave Pierre your number, not Charles,” Jax said softly, he always tried to find a way to stop me spinning out, I couldn’t lie he was pretty good at it, always knowing the things I needed to hear at the time, “have you spoken to him since the cafe?”

“No,”

“It’s a two way street when it comes to conversations,” Jax nodded, pulling the beer bottle to his lips. “Look, you did turn him down for whatever reason, maybe he feels a bit stupid.” The look on Jax’s face told me he knew something which he was keeping from me, raising my brow at him but he didn’t acknowledge my silent question. “Are you trying to get his attention, Nova?”

Letting out a shaky breath I paused for a moment before answering his question. “Yes, no, maybe,” I sighed, downing the rest of my beer, tossing the empty bottle in the trash, “I know I hardly know him as a person but every time his fingers brush against my skin it sends shockwaves through my body. I don’t know what to do.”

“Just speak to him,” Jax said with a soft smile, “oh, don’t worry about working tonight, this outfit is too good to waste,” he chucked, nudging my shoulder, “also I’ve been meaning to ask, did you hide your guitar behind the stage for tonight?”

“Why do you think I’m dressed like this?” I winked, swiping a bottle of whiskey from the shelf, placing it on a black tray along with five glasses and a bottle of apple juice for Elenor. All of a sudden I had a wave of confidence wash over me, whether it was due to my outfit I had no idea but Jax’s words made me realize that I hadn’t attempted to speak to Charles either.

But tonight that was going to change.

I needed to stop living in fear, taking a deep breath. I placed my palms on the counter, giving me the solid leverage I needed to jump over the bar. I could feel Charles’ gaze burning into my soul. I purposely put an extra swing in my step as I maneuvered around the room, trying not to drop the tray.

“Room for a little one,” I hummed, placing the drinks in the center of the table, leaning against the back of the red leather sofa.

“Always,” Pops beamed, placing his hand over mine, squeezing lightly. This week had been a better week for him, yes he still forgot things but at least he knew what year it was. My heart was telling me it was because of Charles and Pierre’s presence in town but I knew in my head that something like that was completely stupid and had no bearing on Pops’ health.

“Boys, I want you to meet my beautiful daughter, Nova,” he beamed proudly. And there it was, the pit in my stomach, my heart sank as Pops introduced me again to them. Flashing them both a weak smile as I sat in the only space available, next to Charles.

“I believe we’ve already met,” Charles grinned, taking my hand in his, bringing it closer to his face. The moment he pressed a singular kiss against my knuckles I felt like my whole body was going to explode. I knew what Charles was doing, he was changing the subject making me focus on something other than Pops forgetting he had introduced me.

His plan was working, all I could focus on was the feeling of his soft lips grazing against my skin, the feeling of his hand wrapped around mine. The whole thing was sending me into a frenzy.

“How’s the town treating you both?” I asked, trying to calm my heart rate down by reaching over to the middle of the table. I grabbed the bottle of whiskey and poured three glasses and two glasses of apple juice.

“Very well, thanks,” Pierre smiled, raising his glass slightly, “happy I stumbled across this place online.”

“Glad to hear that,” I smiled, pulling my own glass up to my lips, taking a large gulp of the amber liquid, feeling the familiar burn in my throat. “I never asked, how long are you boys in town for?”

“Till the 22nd,” Charles hummed.

Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Jax had jumped up onto the stage, taking center position with the mic. Turning my attention to my older brother, I narrowed my eyes at him just praying he didn’t do something to embarrass me.

“Okay guys, this has been something I know I haven't heard in a while,” Jax spoke into the mic, running a hand over his perfectly kept blonde hair. “The moment I found a guitar badly hidden behind the stage I was shocked to the point I dropped my beer.” Everyone that knew Jax knew that him dropping a bottle was a big deal, the sound of laughter bounced off the walls making me smile. “I could go on but I think this moment has been long overdue, so please put your hands together for my beautiful, yet highly annoying, little sister,” he smirked, throwing me a wink across the room.

“The one and only Nova Teller!”

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[thebiggestfuckgiven]

Ectoberweek 25: Will-o’-Wisps

Rating: T

Warnings: mentions of death, of being buried alive, descriptions of gore, brief mention of vivisection, true crime-esque horror, and general spooky vibes

A/N: I really wanted to do a lil something for the spooky month and what better to write than something for the fandom i’ve been sickeningly hyperfixated on for the past four months. Actual prompt had a two-sentence prompt as well, and i went with both <3

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October 2004

The things everybody tells you about small towns- everyone knows each other, ni things big happens, every day is a slow day, and the biggest local teen hotspots are the walmart parking lot or the big chain pharmacy/corner store —are true. The thing that everyone knows about small towns except for the majority of the people living in said town is that their minds are as small as the local post office.

This is especially true of the teens of Casper High in Amity Park, Illinois.

Sam’s black combat boots stomped against the warm pavement as she ran for the next block. Her breathing was ragged, coming out in harsh puffs of air in the autumn cold. She had gotten an SOS text message from Tucker seconds before the last bell rung.

Normally, she didn’t take the Foley kid very serious. They didn’t know each other that well and they barely hung out save for the couple of school projects they’ve worked on together and those rare lunch hour occasions where he’d sit at her table uninvited. Usually to avoid Dash, Kwan and the rest of their jock entourage.

She stumbled to a stop at a crossroads borderline wheezing. Running was so not her forte. Maybe it was cruel of her, but Same fully intended to ignore his SOS. That is, until she saw Tweedledumb (Dash) and Tweedledumber (Kwan) shove a screaming Tucker into their run-down jeep and speed off.

Hence, why Same was ruining her sickly goth pallor by chasing after them.

She glanced to her left just in time to see the run-down jeep screech to a halt. Christ, the stabbing in her sides was killing her. Sue her for walking. The jeep wasn’t going anywhere anymore. She stumbled a few steps, feet burning, as she held a hand to her sides like that would help her.

Dash jumped out from the passenger side, Kwan following shortly after, from the driver’s side. They opened the back doors on each side, where Tucker was. They cornered him. Dash reached in and was soon pulling Tucker out by his feet. Sam could hear his scream now.

“C’mon, guys, please just leave me alone! Let me go, Dash!”

The Wonder Jocks laughed in response. Kwan slammed his door shut, confident that Dash had Tucker handled now that he was out of the car. Kwan rushed to the sidewalk to roughly grab Tucker’s free arm.

“Guys, this isn’t funny!”

Sam was halfway down the street now and she dreaded the idea of having to run again to keep those two muscle-headed idiots from beating the crap out of the geek that for some reason imprinted on her. Ugh, caring for people was overrated anyways. She could still walk away. Save herself the hassle. No one care about her in this stupid town anyways. So, why should she care?

She slowed to a stop. Her feet ached.

Dash and Kwan were dragging Tucker towards the street corner, which just confused Sam, amidst her inner turmoil. Why even drag Tucker all the way out to his own neighborhood? His house was literally a street away, and there wasn’t even a bare-bones playground here. So what—

“No, no! Don’t put me in there, Dash, Kwan, please! Just let me go, guys, it’s not funny!”

Sam felt a sharp chill run down her spine. Something heavy dropped in the pit of her stomach at the sudden realization of where, exactly, they were.

“Shit.”

She broke off into a sprint as fast as she could.

Shithsitshitshit.

Another thing about small towns is that they all have a well-kept secret. A dark past, usually. Sam found that she thrives on such darkness; on those unwanted and discarded things. As it turned out, Amity Park had a surprising amount of those. She made it her personal business to grow intimate with her town’s buried gutter.

The things she learned were both shocking and, for all her boasting, a little horrifying. Things that would be permanently burned into her retinas. Unseeable and unforgettable. So, she scolded herself for not realizing sooner where they were dragging Tucker to. She would’ve run a little faster, cared a little more, if she had.

She zoomed past the jeep and turned the corner so sharply she nearly fell flat on her face.

Tucker wasn’t screaming anymore, but there were tears streaming down his face as he stared in terror at the behemoth of a house towering over them.

In all its abandoned, festering glory: the infamous Fenton House. Even in bright daylight, the house was obscured in awkward elongated shadows, made worse by the house’s freaky, Frankenstein-esque structure. As if imitating a child’s building blocks tower, there were partial structures jutting out of the house’s main body. They creaked in the cold wind, threatening to snap off and crush any trespassers. At the very top, there was a round dome of sorts with something resembling letters across it. They were black with rot now. Unreadable.

Sam wasn’t a fearful person, but she was a believer. The Fenton House was more than haunted. She’s read enough testimonies to not take it lightly. People have gone missing in that house. Hell, they’ve been found dead in there. She may not be friendly with Tucker, but that didn’t mean she was about to leave him to a tragic fate.

Body running on a sudden burst of adrenaline, she grabbed the nearest thing she could find (a sizable stick) and marched towards the two jocks.

“Hey!”

All three of the boys turned to look at her. She stood two steps below them, resolutely ignoring the way the house seemed to want to swallow them whole. Tucker’s terrified face shifted into one of pure relief. A new wave of tears was visibly threatening to spill over.

“Sam,” he croaked.

Dash barked out a laugh.

“Samantha Manson? What the hell are you doing here?”

“Hey, wanna help us lock this dweeb in the Fenton House?” Kwan smiled brightly, pointing at Tucker.

Sam scowled. People always confused her apathy for cruelty. She hated it.

“It’s Sam, and like hell I do. Drop the nerd, assholes, or else,” she said, pitching her voice lower in an attempt to sound intimidating.

Maybe she should’ve spent her time running thinking up a plan instead of hating on Tucker for making her run in the first place. She clutched the stick in her hand tightly.

Kwan scoffed.

“No way. I just said we’re gonna lock him in the house.”

“Yeah! We wanna know what happens when you put a techno dweeb with murder ghosts,” Dash said, smiling cruelly at a Tucker.

“He short-circuits. It’s not impressive. Let him go.”

Dash must’ve realized, finally, that Sam was being serious. He narrowed his eyes at her, the stick in her hand, and smiled.

“Or what? You’re gonna hit us with the creep stick? Ha. Last I checked, Sam, girls don’t have the balls to pull that off, so why don’t you get lost and forget you were ever here,” Dash said before adding to Kwan, “And Paulina says I’m not a gentleman.”

It was Sam’s turn to smile. She went up a step as she spoke.

“Like any girl would let you get that close, Dash. Besides, I promise mine are bigger than yours. Here, I’ll prove it.”

Before he even had time to blink, Sam jabbed the stick hard into Dash’s crotch. A gentlemanly oof broke past his lips and he let go of Tucker’s arm to clutch at his wounded pride.

“Augh, bitch.”

Kwan also let go of Tucker to check on his friend. Sam didn’t waste a second and grabbed Tucker’s hand.

“Run.”

They bolted down the stairs, Tucker nearly slamming into her from the sudden force.

“Sam, I didn’t think— I mean— shit, thank you. I thought- Ah!”

“Shit. Let me go, jackass!”

They had barely cleared the Fenton House’s shadow when a large, thick arm slammed into Sam and Tucker’s bellies as Kwan— just Kwan —grabbed them by the waist and lifted them up.

Note-to-self: never piss off a linebacker.

Sam knew Dahs and Kwan were big for their age, being football players and all, but jesus fuck this was insane.

She kicked and punched for her freedom, but either rage was a hell of a pain nullifier or her punches were child’s play.

Crap, and she dropped the stick when he grabbed them. Just her luck.

“You better let us go right now, Kwan!”

“Or what?”

He was effortlessly taking them up the stairs and— oh that’s the door.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, they— they can’t actually lock us in. There’s no key. We-we can just leave,” Tucker whispered, panicked.

“You don’t know much about the Fenton House, do you?”

Sam’s voice was small. She felt small.

They were about to be locked in a horror house.

Dash opened the door. Sam didn’t even see him get there.

“Sayonara, losers. Have fun in the Fenton House.”

The world tilted and blurred for a split second, Sam’s stomach lurching at the weightless sensation, before she and Tucker landed hard on the linoleum floor. Pain shot up her elbow and hip. Beside her, Tucker groaned.

“If you even make it the whole night! Ha!”

Bam!

Tucker scrambled up at once, but as soon as his hand touched the doorknob a sound like a lock sliding into place echoed throughout the empty house.

“Wha…”

Sam waited with bated breath. Then—

A low droning sound buzzed across the floor, seeping through Sam’s hands in an odd pins-and-needles sensation. Red emergency lights flickers throughout the house, bathing everything in muddy crimson, and the droning sound was replaced by the most horrifying screech of twenty-year-old rusted metal scraping against itself.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Thick sheets of metal began dropping over every conceivable entry. Including the windows and, of course, the door. Sam pulled Tucker back by the collar of his shirt just in time to keep his hand attached.

Tucker yelped, clutching his hand close.

“What the fuck—”

Warbled, distorted speech boomed from somewhere in the house, the voice and the words long ruined by time. It was like someone was trying to speak underwater. The message was only a few seconds long, but it was disgustingly haunting. Sam knew exactly what it said.

Ghost attack imminent. Fenton Security measure Christmas Ham activated.

If she remembered correctly, the measure lasted six hours. But the last time it was activated (that anyone knows of) was five years ago. Who knew how much the technology had deteriorated at this point. They could be here for a whole day.

Sam broke from her thoughts to glance at a hyperventilating Tucker. She couldn’t blame him. The Fenton House was creepy enough on the outside. Inside? With flickering red lights? Sam was making an active effort not to throw up from the fear writhing in her intestines.

The shadows kept moving in the corner of her eyes, she swore she kept seeing a green glow (but she couldn’t tell where from), and it was freezing cold. Colder than it was outside, which should be impossible, but it was the Fenton House. Impossible was inconsequential.

Sam shuddered. They had to find a way out.

“Tucker—”

“Sam- ohmygodSam- this is- I mean what the fuck was that? We’re literally trapped here. In a tomb with linoleum floors. Shit, and you’re trapped, too, cuz of me. I shouldn’t have sent you that text. Fuck it I shouldn’t have flunked Dash’s essay. Now we’re gonna die here and—”

“Tucker!”

Sam grabbed him by the shoulders, shaking him lightly. Their eyes met, both wide with incessant panic.

“Calm down,” she spoke slowly. Tucker gulped and nodded shakily.

“Okay, okay, yeah.”

“Breathe. You’re good with computers and stuff, right?”

Tucker scoffed, but more in a self-deprecative way rather than an offended one.

“Sure am. It’s what gets me in trouble, isn’t it?”

Sam shook him again.

“Forget that. We need good with computers. The Fentons were notorious for their unorthodox advancements in technology. Supposedly had patents on really futuristic shit. Most of it buried, obviously. But they were good enough that their security system still activates nearly twenty years after their departure.”

Ridiculously good, she thought bitterly.

There was a moment of weighted silence as they looked around the house. The lights, the rusted yet intact panels over the windows. It was eerily quiet. She stepped a bit closer to Tucker, who thankfully didn’t say anything about it.

“Yeah, alright, okay,” he muttered to himself before clearing his throat. “The-there should be, uh, a circuit breaker somewhere. We could cut off the power—”

“Won’t work,” Sam stated, eyes furtively glancing around them. She had the weirdest sensation they were being watched. “The town cut the power away from the Fenton House ages ago. It runs on some kind of external power source, but nobody knows what.”

Sam kinda hoped they didn’t get to find out.

“Shit. Man, what the fuck. Who the fuck were these people?”

Sam let out a manic sort of laugh. The hysteria was boiling up in her like toxic chemicals.

“Do you want the short answer or the long one?”

“I have a feeling we’re gonna be here a while. Long answer?”

A pause.

“We should find a way out.”

“Yeah.”

Neither of them moved an inch. They stood in the middle of the living room. A trashed one at that. Although, looking closely from where they were, the whole house looked trashed. Wasn’t the place SWATted?

She spotted a flash of green in the hallway, right there in the corner of her eye, and snapped her head towards it with a small gasp. There was nothing there.

“Hey,” Tucker said softly. “Let’s check out the windows for loose panels or something and you can tell me about the Fentons’ own loose panels.”

Her mouth went dry, but she nodded.

“Sounds good, yeah. So, uh, what do you know about the Fentons?”

Tucker shrugged and went towards the first window, by the door. Sam followed closely by. He didn’t mention it.

“What everyone else knows. Mad scientists who went so crazy after their son’s disappearance that they tried to summon him from the afterlife. They got so obsessed that they never left the house and just, died here, waiting for their son to come back. Pretty sad.”

That window was a bust. So was the next, as well as the door. They ventured into the hallway. There were a few square and rectangle imprints on the walls, but only one hanging frame left. With a picture. Hands shaking, Sam reached up and snagged the picture from where it was, careful not to cut herself on what was left of the glass.

It was a family picture. A wall of a man stood at the back with a practiced, dashing smile. To his left and a little below him was a woman with short, bright red hair. They were both in brightly colored hazmat suits, goggles hanging around their necks.

In front of them were two teens. A girl with bright red hair as well, but styled much longer. Next to her was a boy, younger and slightly shorter than her, with black hair. They were all smiling wide and bright, except for the boy. His was more hesitant, not quite reaching his eyes.

Sam pointed at the young girl.

“Did you know the Fentons had a daughter, too?”

Tucker’s eyebrows went up slightly.

“No… Something tells me I won’t like why.”

“You won’t. Um, kitchen?”

Sam saw another green flash and was anxious to get away from it. They bee-lined to the kitchen, and Tucker checked the windows there.

“So… There’s a few things you got right. The Fentons—” Sam pointed at the two adults in the picture “—were renowned scientists. They did some impressive breakthroughs. Like the kind they still teach in universities, but with a disclaimer attached. The more they went into their work, though, the more obsessed they got…” she trailed off in a whisper, tensing.

The house was creaking.

Tucker stopped in his tracks, too, eyes wide but lips pressed tightly together.

Nothing happened. The house stopped creaking.

Tucker let out a slow breath, eyeing the cabinets.

“Think there’s anything edible left around?”

She glared at him sharply.

“If you open any fridge or cabinet doors, I’m leaving you here alone. This place is bad enough, we don’t need to add rats or rotted food to the list.”

Tucker pouted but conceded.

“Fine, I’ll just starve. Keep telling me about the creepy doctors and their stupid creepy house while we check upstairs.”

Sam sighed in temporary relief. She didn’t think she could handle seeing a fridge full of maggots. Even if it has been almost twenty years.

They continued up the stairs, carefully, and Sam went on with the Fenton tragedy.

“The Fentons started growing obsessed with other dimensions. Specifically… the afterlife, and its inhabitants.”

“Like… ghosts?”

Sam nodded.

“Exactly like. They became convinced they could create a doorway into the afterlife, at the cost of their reputation. They got ostracized by the academic community once they started referring to themselves as ‘ecto-scientists’.”

“Yeah, who wouldn’t. Bunch’a wackos,” Tucker muttered as they ventured into an organized room with cool colors. Light blue walls, light green bed sheets coated in blankets of dust, so the only reason Sam knew they were light green was because she’s seen pictures of what the room looked like twenty years ago. She ignored the uneven pattern of small dark spots on the wall.

It was the girl’s room. Jasmine Fenton’s.

Tucker went straight for the window, but Sam hung back near the entrance.

“They didn’t actually open a doorway, right?”

His voice broker her out of her thoughts. She blinked.

“Hm? Oh, uh, allegedly, yeah.”

This house probably sat on an open portal. There probably was an infestation of something murderous in it. Sam shook the thought away. She’ll drive herself crazy worrying about that.

“Supposedly,” she continued. “The doorway was one of their patents. They had the science backing it up and everything. But they… There were rumors, around the time the supposedly opened the doorway, that there was an accident in the house involving their youngest. Daniel Fenton.”

Tucker frowned at the blocked window. A bust. They made their way to the next room. A queen bed bare of any bedsheets, and a large chest of drawers with an equally large mirror attached to it. The Fentons’ room. It had an extra window.

“What happened to Daniel?”

Sam shuddered, goosebumps breaking out across her arms. The room got colder, so much colder than it had been. A soft crackling sound broke out, like frost taking over with a vengeance. She opened her mouth to speak but her breath got stuck in her throat.

She closed her mouth. Breathe. Another flash of green, this one brighter than the others. Breathe. It was so cold, her teeth started chattering.

“T-t-t-tucker—”

“Y-ye-yeah, I’m-m ignoring it,” he said simply, tugging at the panels.

Fuck, how can he ignore this. Sam was so uncomfortable, consumed by such a sudden unease, she wanted to claw off her skin. She tried to ignore it anyways.

“Daniel— jesus I’m freezing —he was out of school a couple of days after neighbors heard a scream. That same night, the power went out in the whole town, except for the Fenton House.”

The freezing cold seeped away, leaving behind a frost pattern that didn’t melt on the mirror despite the warming room. Sam blew out a breath, sending out a silent thanks.

She frowned, unsure why she did that.

“A lot of people theorize,” she went in, rubbing the remaining cold in her fingertips away. “That one of two things happened that night. One, a backfired experiment drove the Fentons all the way crazy to the point that they started experimenting on both their kids, thinking they were ghosts.”

“Wait, both of—”

“Two, Daniel died because of said backfired experiment and his parents somehow managed to either bring him or his ghost back.”

None of the windows opened. They started for the next room.

“That’s… actually insane. And what do you mean, both their kids?” Tucker stopped for a moment, meeting Sam’s eyes.

“Did something happen to their daughter, too?”

Sam pressed her lips into a thin line. That’s the part rarely anyone knew about the Fenton horrors. Daniel wasn’t their only kid. He certainly wasn’t their only victim.

“I’ll get there,” she replied instead, looking away. “It only gets worse.”

“Christ,” he muttered.

They walked onwards.

“A couple of weeks after that, Daniel disappeared. But in those weeks, the Fentons became obsessive, borderline manic, with ghosts. Their nature, their morality. How to trap them, contain them… kill them.”

They were nearing then end of the hallway, where the last room was.

Tucker shuddered, sporting his own goosebumps.

“I don’t like the way you said that.”

Sam grimaced, sticking close to him once more.

“Yeah, it’s pretty bad. What’s worse, the Fentons called off the search party after just one night. They claimed they didn’t want false hope, they just wanted to lay their son to rest. They buried an empty casket, and Daniel hadn’t even been missing three full days.”

Her voice was hollow.

“Shit. They…”

“Killed their own son because they were convinced he was a ghost? Most likely,” she said bitterly. As far as true crime went, Amity Park’s dark secret was the worst she’s ever read.

Neither said a word. For one long minute, intentionally or not, they remained quiet, mulling over the terror a kid must feel when they realize their own parents saw them as something to be killed. And to think, they were standing in the house where it happened. Where two parents killed their son. Allegedly.

And their daughter…

As if reading her mind, Tucker quietly asked, “What about the girl? It gets worse doesn’t it?”

Sam swallowed, her mouth dry and throat sore.

“They—” she sighed. “After their son ‘becoming a ghost’, they got paranoid. Extremely so. If one of their kids was a ghost… They couldn’t stand the idea of having an imposter in their own home. There were reports of screams two nights after the funeral. Like, really awful screaming that went on for nearly an hour, I think. Authorities broke into the house after multiple calls to find the Fentons in the basement and their daughter on a table just… cut open. She died before the paramedics could get to her.”

Again, neither said another word. Sam wished she’d run faster. Hit Dash harder. This house was tainted in blood and betrayal.

Tucker clutched at his chest and Sam realized his breathing was short and sparse. Crap.

“Tucker—”

“I fucking,” he gasped, trying to catch his breath. “Hate that we’re here. We’re trapped in like they were, but they— Fuck, they were kids. Their kids. Who does that.”

“Tucker, breathe,” Sam insisted lowly, placing a hand on his shoulder.

He nodded, but only got a few gasps of air.

“I’ve been t-trying to hold it together but I just can’t— what if we can’t find a way out. What if we die here.”

“We’re not gonna die here,” she stated fiercely despite being unsure of it herself. “If the windows are a no go then we’ll just find a way to deactivate the security system, okay? We’ll be fine.”

Tucker nodded again, quiet.

It took another few minutes until he finally got his breathing under control. Sam squeezed his arm comfortingly, giving him a small smile. They’ll make it.

He returned the smile without a word and turned to the last room. They had windows to check.

She suspected it was Daniel’s room. It was the only one they hadn’t seen yet. Tucker tried to turn the knob but it didn’t budge. She frowned. Weird… thinking about it, all the other rooms had been wide open.

“Rusted?”

Tucker shook his head, shaking off another involuntary shudder. Sam suppressed her own. It was getting colder again. Tucker tried again to open it. No dice. The knob wasn’t budging. He let go of it, hissing through his teeth as he rubbed his hands together.

“The metal is freezing. It, uh, must be something with the heating.”

Sam gave it a try and immediately drew her hand back. Freezing was an understatement. A second longer and she would’ve gotten the world’s worst case of freezer burn.

“Tucker, I don’t think we’re allowed to go in this room,” she whispered, hugging herself to keep warm.

He gave her a look like she was crazy.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“That’s Daniel Fenton’s room. All the other rooms were open but this one—”

“—is locked.”

“No. Look at the handle. There’s literal frost on it. There was frost on the mirror in the other room, too. I think—”

“If you say ghost.”

Sam glared at him.

“After everything I told you. Scratch that, haven’t you been feeling all the weird stuff in this house? The creaking, the frankly extreme cold spots, the fucking creepy green light!”

Tucker’s eyes went wide at that, mouth dropping open.

“I-I didn’t think you could see them. But that— that doesn’t mean—”

The house gave a violent creak, causing the floor to rumble threateningly. The temperature dropped drastically, covering the entire hallway in a light frost.

Sam’s teeth immediately started chattering from the cold.

“This is too much,” Tucker whispers, that underlying panic settling back in.

Impossibly, finally finally finally, they both saw the green flash at the other end of the hallway, flickering desperately before disappearing.

“Tuck,” Sam let out, mesmerized, overtaken by the overwhelming urge to follow that light. An itch she had to scratch, to claw at until it broke open. “He’s here.”

She didn’t know how she knew that, but she’s never spoken truer words. This she knew with absolute certainty.

“Sam.”

He was struggling not to fall for the light, but he couldn’t ignore this forever. Sam thought he’d be an idiot to do so.

She moved forward without another word. Shortly, she heard Tucker follow after.

When they reached the stairs, another flash of light burst to life at the landing, flickering that desperate staccato.

They continued to quietly follow the light wherever it appeared. It led them down the hallway of missing picture frames. Sam clutched the picture in her pocket. They reached a closed door. It was colder in this area, but the door knob was warm. It opened easily to reveal stairs to a basement showered in white fluorescent lights.

They went down the stairs with no hesitation, following that green light that was growing more and more desperate with each step they took. At the bottom, they were greeted by an empty expanse of white floor.

There were various metal tables, but all devoid of any machines or materials that one would expect in a lab. Because no doubt that’s what this basement was. There were discarded cords and metal scraps scattered across the room. But most notably, there was a large, round arch-like structure at the center of the furthermost wall. It was huge, its top scraping the basement ceiling. It had an indent, with two metal panels that interlocked in the center. As if it were a… door.

“Sam… is that—”

“Tucker, look.”

The little flash of green stopped by a blue button on the wall. It flickered swiftly, faster than any of the other times before it went out entirely.

They stayed there, standing, for a moment.

“Are we… are we about to find a dead kid’s twenty-year-old decayed corpse?”

Sam nodded shakily, not believing it either.

“I think so.”

They still didn’t move. God, it was so cold. She couldn’t feel her fingertips.

“What if something happens to us?”

“The thought crossed my mind.”

Two dead people found in the house during its abandonment. Three missing.

“And?”

She looked back at him, a soft smile edging its way onto her face.

“He deserves to rest. Doesn’t he?”

Tucker glanced between the blue button and the closed, arch-like door. Determination set into his features. He nodded.

They went towards the button. Tucker settled his hand over it first, Sam placing her hand over his. Their eyes met.

“This had to have been the world’s worst nap.”

Sam snorted and pressed his hand onto the button. The technology down here must be in better conditions because the effect was instantaneous. Concrete scraped against concrete as a rectangular hole opened up in the center of the lab.

From where they were, they could see it. A homemade metal casket that weirdly resembled more of an iron maiden. They found him. Daniel Fenton. He could finally, truly rest.

That’s when the pounding began.

Sam and Tucker turned to each other in horror. She felt a visceral tug in her gut she nearly threw up then and there. Instead she ran to the metal casket, dropping to the ground halfway there so she slid across the floor. The pounding grew louder, and it was definitely coming from inside. Tucker was frozen stuck by the button.

It only gets worse.

A faint sound, behind all the pounding. Sam leaned closer, listening. Her stomach dropped. Her head snapped towards Tucker, eyes a desperate frenzy.

“He’s crying. He- He’s still- o-oh my g- Tucker, help me get him out!”

This broke him out of his horrified stupor and he kneeled on the ground next to her. His hands were shaking.

“What do we do? What do we do?”

“Fuck, idunnoidunno- uh, grab, shit, shit, go to the other side. Maybe we can lift the lid.”

Stumbling, trembling, Tucker did as he was told and crawled to the other side. But he saw what was on the lid. Fuck.

“There’s a lick. Sam, it’s locked.”

She looked back up at him on the verge of tears.

“What! No, no it can’t be- it—”

“Just, hold on. I’m gonna go back upstairs. Maybe there’s something we can use. I’ll be back, I promise.”

She got the feeling he wasn’t really talking to her. The pounding quieted down but there was a muffled sound. A strained whimper.

“Shit,” Tucker whispered before running out and up the stairs.

Sam sniffled and laid a hand in on the biting cold metal of the casket.

“We’re gonna get you out,” she whispered, wiping at the tears streaming uncontrollably down her face. “I don’t really understand how this is even possible, but we’re not gonna leave you here.”

There wasn’t a response. Not a whimper or a knock. She was gripped by the fear that maybe they were too late. Twenty years buried and they were five minutes too late.

Tucker came stomping down the stairs, taking two at a time. She looked up to see he had an honest-to-god metal bat in his hands. Fully intact and not rusted at all. His hat was askew and his eyes seemed wild.

“He- he helped me find it. Nearly ran all over the house,” he said, panting heavily.

“Hurry up and break it,” she begged, not bothering to disguise the desperation in her voice.

Without another word, Tucker aimed the thicker end of the bat downwards and plunged it against the lock.

It broke apart with a resound clang.

“Help me with—”

But Sam was already crossing to where he was. Kneeling, side by side, they gripped the edges of the casket and lifted. A cloud of freezing cold air puffed up, obscuring their vision for a few seconds. They couldn’t see if they really did save a boy’s life, or if it was just his corpse playing tricks on them. But they heard heavy breathing coming from rattling lungs and not from either of them.

They’d both been holding their breaths.

The cloud dispersed. In front of them lay a young boy with matted white hair, brilliant green eyes drowning in tears and a grotesque muzzle caked from within with old and fresh blood. Metal clinked against metal. His wrists were chained to the casket. His knees scraped and bloodied from banging on the lid.

Tucker immediately removed the muzzle, which thankfully wasn’t locked. Sam’s heart broke. Shattered. The boy’s cheeks were caked, blanketed, with that same mixture of blood, his lips horribly scarred.

He sobbed, screwing his eyes shut against the bright lights.

“Thank you,” he rasped. His voice scraped against his throat.

Tucker and Sam held his hand. They cried with him.

“You’re safe with us.”

He always would be.

[sweetpenguincloud]

\A sprunki fan fiction, by ME!/

\(May the flowers BLOOM)/

*A owackx and vinera fan fic*

(This fan fiction contains: Mugging attempt, Slight angst, Some fluff, some mentions of hand holding, hand kissing, teasing towards the end and vinera being a flustered mess in general, lol)

(-*It was a warm, sunny day in sprunkly town, The morning birds were singing, everyone's mail was being delivered, Great air all around in general!*

*We pan our way over to vinera's house, she slowly wakes up from her long rest, She let's out a yawn, and stretches her arm's.*

Vinera: ... Man... Taking care of plants "really" does a number on me sometimes...

*She awkwardly says to herself...*

*She usually likes to buy plant seeds and trys to care of them, whether at day...or night...*

*Vinera gets out of her bed, and gets ready for the day, she doesn't really brush her "hair" because it's made out of vines, she brushes her teeth, then heads to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.*

*She just grabs a box of cereal, puts in some milk and heads to the couch, she eats some of it, but then... Her phone starts ringing, she jumps a bit and looks at the phone, she puts her bowl down to pick up the phone, to her surprise it was her friend pinki... She makes a serious expression, and answers it.*

Vinera: H-Hello? Pinki? Why'd you call this early in the morning??

*Vinera asks to pinki, confused*

Pinki: GURLLLL!!! Omg They literally have tote bags at this plant store!!! You should TOTS! come with me on a shopping trip!!!

*Pinki enthusiastically explains to vinera, pinki was always the type of person to get any/all of her friends to go or do any fun activities with her.*

Vinera: ... Wait... Do they really have those at that plant store?

*Vinera questions pinki*

Pinki: YESSS!!!

*Vinera stays silent for a moment... Then answers-*

Vinera: ... I'll be over there in ten seconds...

*Vinera then hangs up the phone, grabs her purse, and any important money she had and heads out the door to her local plant store.*

*After a bit of walking, vinera finally makes it to the local small plant store, were pinki was standing at, pinki sees vinera and waves at her enthusiastically, they both meet, and enter the planet store together.*

*They do a shopping montage or whatever, they have fun while talking with one another along the way.*

Vinera: Oh wow! They do have the tote bags here like you said!

*Vinera says as she finally finds where they have them.*

Pinki: Yesss!! EXACTLY WHAT I WAS SAYING!! we can just put our plant seeds into these bags, very easy salutation, no?

*Pinki giggles to herself, she and vinera where both having fun together.*

*Vinera smiles back at pinki, as they both continue walking on there little shopping adventure... Until vinera heard something from behind her, and turns her head around...*

*She didn't know a mysterious mugger was trying to rob her of her plant seeds.*

Mysterious mugger: OI BRUV!!! GIMME YO SEEDS!!!

*Both vinera, and pinki both jump, they were unaware that the mugger was gonna steal from them, the mugger had a British accent, and sounded very serious.*

Vinera: ... Y-... YOU'RE NOT GETTING ANY OF OUR SEEDS!!! YOU LEAVE US ALONE!!!

*Vinera shouts out of fear and shock*

Pinki: ... Y-Yeah!! Like what she said...!!!

*Pinki responds, now hiding behind vinera, for protection.*

*The mysterious mugger makes a very mad/serious expression on there face, and trys to lunge at the both of them, in a fit of rage.*

*The two girls scream in horror, and close there eyes... They both waited for them to get mugged... But there was no impact of the mugger lunging at them...*

*Vinera slowly opened her eyes and saw that the mugger got dragged back by another person...someone who looked familiar, he was threatening the mugger with loud words, which he had his fist over his head in his rage at the mugger.*

*He then looked back at the two women who the mugger was trying to attack... The two girls saw the both of them, and both ran as fast as they could out of the dangerous situation...*

*Both vinera and pinki both run out of the planet store, and both run all the way over to vinera's house, vinera and pinki both pant heavily, thank goodness they got of there in time.*

Vinera: ... Well... That certainly just happened... Never in my entire life have i experienced getting mugged...

Pinki: Y-Yeah... I'm sorry about that whole fiasco...

*Pinki apologies to vinera*

Vinera: Nah... It's fine as long as we're both ok, everything is good!

*Vinera smiles, she's happy though she and pinki had time to shop together "

Pinki: Oh! ... Yeah. Well I'm gonna go now! See you soon!

*pinki waves goodbye to vinera and walks off to her humble home, vinera waves back to pinki, as a goodbye and walks to the front door of her house with her tote bag full of plant seeds.*

*Vinera closes her door, and lays her back against the door, she throws her tote bag somewhere on the left side of the door, and covers her hand on her face, sweating some bullets on her forehead.*

*....Suddenly a loud knock comes from her door, she jumps out of shock, and bolts her head around to her door, she didn't know who it was, but was kind of curious... So she slightly opened the door...*

*To her surprise, she looked through the gap through the door to see, a rather large, tall figure... Her eyes looked up to see it was nun other then owackx himself.*

*Vineras eyes dilated a bit, then shook her head*

Vinera: ... AH! OWACKX!!! What are you doing here!?

*Vinera questions to him*

Owackx: ...I.. Uh... Wanted to come over... I-IF THAT'S FINE WITH YOU OF COURSE!!

*He awkwardly asks of her...He was always naturally like this, he's not very good at some social situations, but vinera helps him sometimes try and calm him down when she can.*

Vinera: ... Uh... Sure why not... I got nothing else to do now... So come on in...

*She opens the door and let's owackx in her house, they both settle on sitting on the couch, vinera sitting first, and owackx sitting himself second*

Vinera: ... Sooo... Why you wanted to come over?

*Vinera asks to owackx, genuinely curious on way he wanted to come over*

Owackx: ...Well... You know how you and a-another person where at the plant store... Right?

Vinera: ... Yeah?

*She says back while raising an eyebrow a bit*

Owackx: Well... I... I was... mmm.... I WAS THE ONE WHO SAVED YOU FROM THAT MUGGER!!!

*Owackx shouts in such bold and powerful words... Vinera looks at him in slight silence*

Vinera: .... Oh... Oh owackx...

*She starts to make a genuine, mournful smile and goes in for a hug, she let's out some crys a bit, she was so happy, yet was so scared of what happened today...*

*Owackx, jumped at the sudden hug she gave him... But his shocked almost cartoony expression turned into genuine concern..*

Owackx: ... H-Hey... -Vinera... It's ok... I took care of them... They won't hurt you or you're friend again...

*Owackx trys to do his best to comfort vinera... He trys to give her a light hug... Not too tight, but just enough to try and comfort her enough...*

*She's still crying, putting her face on owackx's shoulder... She could feel owackx's hug around her tiny figure... She felt it somewhat comforting in her moment of fragility.*

*Owackx trys to rub his hand in her hair... While giving her words of comfort for however long until she calms down... After awhile, she started to calm herself down... She was almost silent, still being in owackx's comforting hug.*

Owackx: ... You feeling any better now?

*Owackx asks, with rather such calmness In his voice... He doesn't do it often, but in situations like this, he genuinely wants to keep her safe and sound.*

*Vinera makes a sniffle out of her nose... And responses-*

Vinera: ... Yeah... I'm doing fine now..

*Owackx sighs in relief... He then brings his hand he was rubbing her hair with, and touches her face with his hand, to look at her straight into the eyes*

*She looked back at him, his hand on her face felt very comforting, she almost started blushing...*

Owackx: ... now aren't you a sight to behold... Y-Youre eyes are literally the most beautiful thing ever to exist...

*Owackx made a slight smile at her, still hugging her, but also rubbing his hand on her face*

*Vinera now felt her heart beat a bit fast now, She now started to feel her face get a bit flustered...*

Vinera: Oh... Well i... Hehhehe..

*She couldn't think of anything to say really, she really admired his thoughtful words.*

*Owackx slightly smirks, and moves his hand down her face, his hand now slowly tracing down to her hand, he brings up her hand, and gives it a light kiss on the palm of her hand.*

*Vinera was unbelievably speechless... Her face was now completely red... Him reaching his hand down to grab her hand, and to give it a light kiss... Was enough to make her REALLY flustered...*

Owackx: Mmm? You want more?

*He kind of hinted it like in a teasing way...*

Owackx: I'd be more then happy to see you happy...

*Owackx, smirked once again, and gave her hand more light kisses, his arm around her waste pulling her more into him.*

*Vinera, couldn't even speak, everything was happening so fast, her heart still kept beating for what she was feeling for him...*

*Owackx let out a tiny chuckle... He stopped kissing her hand, and moved his hand to her waist, and pulled her even more close to him, his tall, almost muscular figure looming over her, looking her in the face.*

Vinera: ... Hehe...

*She smirks a bit back at him...still couldn't say anything... But shes definitely feeling the love he was giving her.*

Owackx: Mmmm~ ... Such a pretty, beautiful face you have...

*He then leaned his head a bit closer to her ear, muttering such beautiful things to make her heart beat faster.*

Owackx: ... All i want is you... You know that...right~? I can t-tell you're heart is beating pretty fast...i could keep doing this...if you want, that is~

*His smirk still not leaving his face, kind of gave him a confidence boost.*

*Vinera was under a spell, from his voice alone, him wanting to be with her was what she wanted too, she never had experience being with someone who wants her to feel safe and comfortable.*

*Vinera trys to utter some words to make this situation better*

Vinera: ... Y-Yes... Please... Keep saying nice things to me...

*Owackx gave her a nod of approval, his little smirk still not leaving his face*

Owackx: ... If you insist... Let us get more comfortable then~?

*They both lay themselves down on the couch, and enjoyed there sweet time together.*

[The end]

[giggly-squiggily]

OKAY TIME FOR SILLY LITTLE HEADCANON NUMBER 2

Oh no! Ducky’s self indulgent on main!

Finral is so totally deathly ticklish under his arms.

That’s it.

That’s the post.

Just kidding- I know how vague that is.

HOWVER-

After talking to Ian Sinclair, and learning that he is pushing Magna’s superiority agenda, I think that our resident delinquent gets so fed up with Luck and Finral pranking him that he just goes to town FR 😭

Magna’s unnatural man strength vs itty bitty. Who would win 😳😵‍💫🫶🧍‍♀️👉🤨😅✨🤫🫡🤭👉😳✨😳🤬🫡😊😫❤️😇‼️☺️🥺🤣😳🥹🛏️

{Headcanons to Dabbles: CLOSED!}

KLEJKRJKEJKR DUCKY! Your headcanons never fail to make me grin like a fool! This is so cute AHH! I love Finral, and I adore Magna- so this is perfect! I've gotcha covered :P

Finral knew he should have said no.

Luck grinning like that never promised anything good, and Finral had a bad feeling he was gonna be stuck with the aftermath of whatever antics the blonde got them into.

Alas- Luck was born with a natural charisma that made it literally impossible to turn down. That is where we find our dear portal master; back against the wall and eyes wide with Magna before him. “M-Magna! D-Don’t forget, I rank hi-igher than you!”

“Save pulling rank for someone who cares. You think after a prank like that you can get away?” Dark eyes flickered to the grimoire floating by Finral’s hip, a smirk pulling on his lips. Finral flushed, caught in the act. “Nice try though.”

“Magna- Magna don’t- stay back!” Finral squished as far into the wall as he could when the other lunged, grabbing his wrists before pinning them overhead. The grimoire poofed away just as fingers dug into Finral’s armpits, going straight for the kill.

“AHH! AHEHAHHAHAHAHAHHA MAHAHAHAHAGMHAHAHAHHA!” The spacial mage all but spasmed against the wall, knees giving out immediately upon the feeling. A knee was placed between his legs, catching him before he could hit the ground. “DOHOOHOOHOOHN’T!”

“Oh man- Vanessa was right about you! Ehehehe- you’re so ticklish!” Magna cackled, laughing just as much as he carried on gently prodding and poking into Finral’s pits. Even the airiest of grazes sent his head flying back, smile wide and cheeks pink as he giggled himself silly. “I think you might be worse than Asta! Never thought I’d see the day…”

Around the corner, Luck poked his head in to watch the sight. “Oh no! Mister Finral got caught! Whatever shall we do?” He giggled as he ran over, fingers already sparking. Without any warning he grabbed Magna’s hips.

“AHHEHA!” The flame mage full body spasmed, unprepared for the sudden tickle. Twisting around to glare, he just missed Finral opening a portal against the wall he leaned on. “Luck you son of a- Wait, I’m not done with-”

The rest was deafened as the warp closed, Finral collapsing in a heap of giggles against rose plush carpet. “Heh, Magna got you good, huh?” Vanessa smiled from her vanity, two glasses before her as she finished filling the second one with wine. “Wanna drink, Fin?”

“Hehe..hehehe…y-yeah, yes please.”

[actuallycassidyiambusy]

I fear i may be as jealous as Buggy, but i dont have homicidal tendencies so i just have to deal with it (i’m single so idk why i’m like this)

I get it. I really do. Jealousy and possessiveness is a real fuckin bitch to deal with. Especially when you can't control it.

A little not so fun fact about me is I have an intense case of BPD. Now what I'm about to let you in on I in no way condone of real people and I'm not particularly proud of it. Anyone who has it can testify that it's hell.

I was a violent teen. My BPD made me overly impulsive and insanely possessive. Not just in romantic relationships, but friendships too. I developed fight response due to severe trauma. My dad never got me help because he ignored what happened to me and he liked having a "tough" kid. People around me would glorify it. "oh it's so cool you can beat the shit out of whoever you want" like no it's not fuckin cool. I can't fuckin control it and I feel like a goddamn puppet to my own disorders.

It doesn't help that I have other diagnosis' that I won't address in this post.

So, to the point. I was in the end my junior year of HS when my girlfriend at the time brought me to a bonfire her friends were having to celebrate going into our senior year. Now, this guy that I already didn't fuckin like was there and he had a major crush on my gf. He'd harass her and just tail her like some lost fuckin puppy.

I based Buggy's ex, Mia, in the fic off of this girl I dated bc she loved the attention and she loved when I'd snap. She made it worse by touching this guy and laughing at his shit jokes. I don't remember too much of what happened. Just what people tell me. I had grabbed a bat and took it to the back of this dude's head. Nobody was able to pull me off of him. Personally, I don't think anyone really tried. Apparently, I had dragged him over to the fire and had his hair in my fist. I put his face near the flames. I'm sure I said something to him, but I really can't remember. My blackouts were really bad. That boy avoided me the rest of the time we were in school. I eventually caught in to what my gf was doing and broke it off shortly before senior year ended.

I had an idea of the disorders I was dealing with before I was diagnosed, but because I was denied help, I got worse and worse. The town that I lived in at the time was small, racist and extremely homophobic. We had some shitty house next to this gravel alley. My brother is a few years younger than me and he had come out as gay. Three different boys who used to be his friends were picking on him in that back alley and I was in the back yard at the time. I'll describe what happened in my brother's words.

"you jumped the fence and immediately attacked them. You dragged them into the dirt and just went off on them. One ran off but the other two you beat until they started bleeding. You slammed one of their faces down and literally ground them into the rocks. Dad had to pull you off of them. You had blood on your face and hands."

My knuckles were busted and raw from hitting those guys. Next thing I know, I'm getting questioned by cops. I won't go into all the legal shit that went down, but I'm sure you can imagine. I've seen the inside of a cell. I know what it's like to be caged because of something I had no control over. The charges were dropped though. I embarrassed those boys and their parents even though they should have been embarrassed by their own kid's behavior.

I don't excuse my behavior. In fact, I hated the blackouts I went through because I hurt people. My jealousy and my desire to protect my friends and family spilled over into physical violence. If I hadn't gotten away from that town and my dad, I would have killed someone eventually. I know this and that's why I got help the moment I was old enough to get approved for Medicaid.

I've been on medication for my disorders for almost four years now. I still have violent thoughts and my emotions are written all over my face, but I can control it better. My impulse control has improved drastically. I've improved my relationships and even found a partner who keeps me tame. I own what I am and I know it will never fully go away. I've still gotten into altercations and I'll get in a fuckers face if they get too cocky, but I no longer fear that I'll kill someone.

What I'm saying is, it doesn't hurt to get yourself looked at. If your jealousy and possessiveness is ruining your life and keeping you from maintaining relationships, you should try to look into it. If it is something deeper but you don't like the idea of medicine, there are tons of natural ways to deal with it. Some that even I use from time to time. For me, it was way too late. Even though I hate the idea of being medicated, I know it's not just about me, but the people around me as well. I'm keeping myself and them safe.

You can be jealous of your friend's friendships with other people. You can be jealous of a significant other's friendship with other people and it really sucks. Especially when you feel like there's nothing you can do about it. Just know that no matter how bad it gets, you can talk to me. I will not judge you for a damn thing because I guarantee I have done worse while I was untreated. I'm a safe person to come to and whatever you tell me will stay with me. I'm sorry you feel so stuck and if there's anything I can do, just let me know.

I gave Buggy the same disorder in the fic because not only does it help me cope, it makes for great dark fiction. Some of the things he's done out of jealousy are thoughts that I've had myself that I've never acted on. I would never wish it on real people though. Never.

[realmackross]

PARTIES: @howdy-cowpoke, @realmackross TIME: Evening (after call to Taylor), September 17th SUMMARY: Monty has a heart-to-heart with Mack. WARNINGS: Mental Health tw (just in case!) PREVIOUS THREADS: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - End.

Monty had been so kind as to let Mackenzie crash at his farm. It had been an escape and a way not to have to face everything bad she’d ever done in her life. There had been much hesitancy in wanting to leave, as much as she knew she’d have to go back and face the consequences of what she’d done in Wicked’s Rest - which she still wasn’t sure what the extent of it was. Who had she hurt or worse…killed? Apology Tour 2023 was going to have to happen soon, and she wasn’t looking forward to it. 

As she sat at the kitchen table moving a spoon around aimlessly in a bowl of brain stir fry, her own concoction, Mackenzie thought about how she was going to approach anyone she ever cared about again. Things with Winter didn’t go the way she had hoped they would, and now, she felt even lonelier than she had before ever coming to Wicked’s Rest. Maybe it would be best if she just left the town altogether and found a more remote place to stay, like Alaska or even the forests of Russia. There wouldn’t be any risk of harming anyone she had grown attached to, and if she died or had zombie brain rot out in the literal middle of nowhere it wouldn’t matter. But she knew she couldn’t keep potentially hurting or actually hurting the people she loved. Brody had been enough for a lifetime and then some.

—

While she had eventually come back into her own personality, it was clear to Monty that the consequences of her unnaturally-induced hunger and subsequent rampage still very much haunted her, and it was a feeling he knew all too well. 

He’d left to go grab some bags of feed from the farm supply store, offering her to come with, but she had gently refused. She was going to make herself something to eat, she’d said. So he’d gone alone, and as he walked back into the house now, hanging his hat by the front door and kicking off his boots, he rounded the corner into the kitchen to find her sitting at the table poking at said lunch, looking miserable. 

“Hola,” he interrupted her thoughts in a soft voice, hesitating a moment before pulling out a chair to sit near her. “How are you holding up, niña?”

—

Mackenzie jumped when she heard Monty’s voice. Her mind had been so far away. And even more so now that she knew her little vacation, if you wanted to call it that, was coming to an end, “Huh? Oh, hey, Monty.” She sent a small smile in his direction, before letting out a sigh and pushing the bowl of mush away from her, “If I’m being honest, not that great. I think…no, I know I did some horrible things during my reign of terror on Wicked’s Rest, I just don’t know to what extent. I can’t remember anything except touching that stupid flat rock.” She had been keeping her eye on social media and had seen a few things. She had also seen Taylor doing a horrible job at posing as her, which had led to them having a little discussion. But that was the easy part to clean up. The hard part would be facing all the people whose lives she had ruined, especially Winter.

“How do you do it? How do you keep going and own up to what you did? What if I killed someone else?” Mackenzie’s smile dropped, “I just…I don’t know what to do, Monty, except run. I ran the last time I did something horrible, and here I am again, seriously thinking about leaving for good. I can’t keep hurting the people I care about. I’ve already lost the most important person in the world. The man I was supposed to spend the rest of my life with and start a family with…” She grew quiet as a single tear had managed to creep out of her eye and down her pale cheek.

—

It was a tough question. Especially since he too would just run away from his problems, until recently. Until he’d met Alan and been provided a reason to stay in one place. 

“Well, first of all, I think you must remember to be kinder to yourself,” Monty offered, folding his arms and leaning them on the table in front of him as he looked at her. “It is one thing to purposefully harm people, but what happened to you… Mack, that was not your fault. You can’t punish yourself like it was your fault.” Once again, he was the king of giving sound advice that he himself would never follow. “As for running…” The zombie let out a sigh and shrugged. “I understand that you feel like there’s no other choice. I often… felt the same way. I often ran when something like this happened. When I went too long without eating, trying to spare the people around me, only to end up hurting them three times as badly at the end of it.” And that was his fault, to some extent. It was an action born from concern, but it was his decision. “Touching the Flat and everything that came after, though…” He shook his head. “It is different. And let me tell you, Mack, if you have found reasons to stay, then you should stay. Those reasons, those people, they are worth it. And if they’re the right sort of people for you to keep in your life, they will understand that none of this was your fault.” 

He felt… sad. Sad that she was going through this, sad for all the lives he’d missed out on for so many years because of his own fear. Because he’d never had someone to tell him these things. He had to make sure she understood.

“Don’t end up like I was, mi amiga. Alone for a century, wandering, miserable and tired and hungry. Do not do that to yourself.” He reached a hand out, offering contact if she wanted it with his palm facing up. “I have a friend who makes regular… deliveries for me. I can set a portion of that aside for you, as well as a portion of what we harvest from the animals. I can help, if you will let me. Being fed will keep most of these issues at bay, and… well, I would maybe suggest not touching any more strange rocks, eh?”

—

Mackenzie listened intently to the older zombie. He had lived quite the undead life so far, and she knew he had to at least have some experience in this area. Of course hearing the words to be kind to herself had been a lot harder to take in than she had imagined it would be. Mostly, because she had just lost her friendship with Winter. The wound was still highly fresh and at this rate she wasn’t sure it would ever really heal, especially if Winter didn’t want her around. But she knew that Monty was right. None if it had been her fault. She could blame herself all day, but she didn’t ask to become a zombie. She never asked to die on the set of her job or to hurt Brody or anybody she had encountered. When the virus keeping her alive took control, she was powerless. All she could do was warn people ahead of time, but not knowing much about herself hadn’t given her the chance to warn the man she wanted to marry and grow old with. It just happened.

She continued to listen to him. Mackenzie couldn’t imagine all the things he had seen in his undead lifetime. But here he was, much much older than she was and still kind and generous. He hadn’t lost himself, like she was afraid would eventually come each time she woke up feeling a little less like the bright and bubbly person she once was. And she had found people that she was starting to care about here: Alex, Parker, Milo, Cass, and so many other people. And she still loved Winter. She would always love her and care about her, even if the medium didn’t want anything to do with her, but it was facing the consequences of her actions that had also scared her deeply.

Mackenzie’s eyes moved up to look into his warm brown hues. They were soft and held genuine concern for the situation she was going through. Did she want to starve herself? Did she really want to run and be further from everything she ever knew and loved?

“I don’t want to be alone forever, Monty. I’m just scared of the consequences. Not everybody out there knows what I am or that my intentions were completely out of my control. What if they want to burn me alive or chop off my head or whatever it is that they do to take care of people like us?” Mackenzie noticed his hand and reached out for it, gripping it tightly. “I know that I did bad things that I’m going to have to be responsible for. I just don’t know how to face those things.” She paused for a moment thinking about his offer, before answering, “And my assistant, Taylor, she actually does a pretty good job of supplying me with food. I don’t ask where she gets it, because I don’t want to know, but thank you. Thank you for everything. Of course, I may be back at your doorstep sooner than you think if I’m shunned out of town.” It was partly a joke, but mostly not out of the pure fear that lived inside of her.

—

“I understand the fear, I really do,” Monty offered empathetically, placing another hand over the top of the one Mack had given him. “But… you are protected somewhat by the denial of the law in this town. All the strange things that happen that they can’t explain.. just get brushed under the rug. Animal attacks. It’s always… animal attacks,” he almost laughed, refraining only because Mack was so understandably upset about the situation. “As for… hunters, well, that is a bit more tricky. But… if it offers you any comfort, I know there are people that would protect you from them. Myself included.” He wasn’t sure how useful he’d be in a fight with a slayer, truthfully, but there was always just the option of going for the throat. Of course he’d rather avoid confrontation if at all possible.

“And facing what you’ve done, well…” He had to pause to really think, realizing that he’d never actually considered how he himself dealt with it. He’d killed people before to be certain, and it always filled him with immense guilt. “That is… hard. You will carry it with you always. I suppose what I do… well, I just try to do as much as I can to make up for it. Which I can’t, but I can at least try to get close. Helping people, being selfless and caring and supportive… it’s all you really can do. Try to leave this world better than it was when it was handed to you. Does that… make sense?”

—

Of course he knew the fear. He had been living this life for a hell of a lot longer than she had. If anyone knew the ins and outs of being a zombie, it had to be him, “I have noticed that. I’ve been checking social media and news sites lately, and I was somewhat surprised. Have they always been this way?” Hunters? Mackenzie had totally forgotten about hunters. Considering she had unknowingly just faced one and survived. But she couldn’t put the people she cared about in danger to defend her from something, who she could probably fend off herself with all the training she had. “I can’t let anybody put themselves in danger for me. You included. Besides, I’m a black belt with weapons training. I think I can handle myself.” She gave him a soft smile.

It’s funny, because Alex had said the same thing just a few days prior. Helping people and trying to do good and be good. It had already been something she found enjoyment in, but now knowing that she was doing it to try and counteract the harm she had done seemed to dampen the enjoyment part. She didn’t want to live her life in debt because of the people she hurt, but she had to do something. Sitting at home alone wasn’t solving anything, and the more she was alone, the more her mental health took a toll, “Alex said something like that the other day. She came by. We talked. I just want to be a good person, and not hurt people.” She sighed, “Oh, and I drank your apple cider she brought you. It was good from what little I could taste. Sorry.” Her mood had lightened slightly by evidence of the few jokes she had been poorly making. “I guess I just have to figure out where I start, and I know that won’t come until I’m home, right?”

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“I suppose so… that’s what I hear, anyway. It must be why this place is such a haven for most supernatural beings.” While Monty wasn’t sure if he trusted that she could handle herself, simply because he’d seen the brutality that hunters were capable of, he decided to leave it be for the moment. That wasn’t what this conversation was about, and besides… confidence would get you far. Perhaps his concern was born more from being a coward, himself. Mack didn’t seem to be built like that. 

Her apology made him chuckle and he gave her hand a firm squeeze before letting it go. “Right,” he agreed. “It might help you to talk to someone about these feelings of guilt, someone more… qualified than I am to give advice. Of course… the details will have to be changed, but still. That is what Alan was for me, sometimes. Someone to talk to, someone to give me advice and help me get my head on straight. It was helpful.” He gave her a stern look and a nod of his head before adding, “Just do not let yourself become isolated. And if you feel that may be happening, well… you know you are always welcome here with us. You are not alone, mi amiga. Not anymore.”

[the-fiction-witch]

River

Media Nanny Mcphee Age Up

Character Simon Brown

Couple Simon X Reader

Rating Sweet

Concept Escaped Pig

I woke to the roasters call and forced myself out of bed immediately stepping into my trousers and pulling them up, I grabbed a shirt from my dresser buttoning it as I headed downstairs snapping my suspenders on my shoulders as I reached the portch, I grabbed my waistcoat as it was far too hot for a jacket and slipped my boots on heading out the family house to work on the animals and land around us. I worked hard in the dawn light making sure to sort the Fields, the animals, all the little jobs that I alone had to do. It never use to be this hard, then again as a kid I was always goofing off from Doing it. Perk I suppose of being one in seven kids, couldn't keep track of all of us. It's times like this that remind me of just what a little shit I was then. But that was a good while ago now, my father moved off to the coast with Evangeline a few years back, and my siblings had all grown up and gone off with partners and jobs of their own. Leaving just me at the old place but I don't mind. I like it here if anyone is going to stay, happy it's me. I went about my usually business for the rest of the day attending to the many matters just now loading up my cart for the afternoon market in town when I heard a loud crash and the tumbling of wooden decking, immediately I heard the sounds of squealing and a wave of distribution to the other animals.

"Oh god damn it! Not again' I sighed dropping the last crate of eggs into the cart and bolting back past the house immediately I saw the pig pen had been broken open sending the pigs all running squealing around the farm knocking things over, breaking things and just generally causing trouble so I had little choice but to run around grabbing them from the mud to take them back to the spare pen making sure I counted as I did but I was missing one an important one I looked all over for him trying to find where he could have scampered too when I heard a woman scream. So I grabbed some rope and ran as fast as I could to the small path that runs along the river to the back of the house, it was a public path so I had our small fence between us but I very quickly saw the problem, the large muddy sporty pig Oswald running down the road after a young lady in a teal dress on a bicycle.

"Oh shit" I sighed jumping the fence and running after them both as Oswald bit her wheels and her legs trying to grab at her until he literally knocked her off her bike sending her with a scream into the river. I quickly grabbed oswald and tied him to the tree before I quickly went into the river after the poor lady, she wasn't far in sat in the mud her hat fallen down her head. "Terribly sorry about that. He has a terrible habbit of breaking out and making a run for the river" I told her offering my hand as she fixed her hat she did take my hand slowly letting me help her up

"It's alright, accidents happen. Not the first time I've come off and into the river" she giggled as I helped her out 

"He didn't hurt you did he?"

"No no, it's alright. He just wanted to play"

"I feel terrible about all this, could I pay for your bikes repairs at the least"

"It's alright really no harm done" she says picking up her bike "oh dear. Uhhh could perhaps I trouble you for a ride to town?"

"Of course no trouble at all, miss?"

"Y/n y/l/n"

"Pleasure to meet you miss y/l/n, Simon brown" I smiled giving her hand a little kiss 

"Lovely to meet you Mr brown even if the rougher circumstances" she giggled

"Absolutely, if I may" I smirked offering my hand which she happily took…

[echantedtoon]

A Bloom In Time Ch5 Time Out

(In this chapter all the poor, Frozen people in Vanessa's manor is getting addressed and it's about time someone gave the poor souls a happy ending. All the mentioned characters are either cut characters or backround characters we've already scene that was only added in the game as a frozen victim in the manor. So to make it more understandable- Frozen Cut Characters: Thor, Mr. Oldster, Tom, Rough Patch, and the shapeshifter. None Cut Frozen Characters: 3 Mafia men, one old man from Mafia town, one Dweller, and one of Snatcher's minions. You can find all the cut characters on the A Hat In Time Wiki.)

"DAD!!"

Dad...Usually something Snatcher wouldn't have batted an eye at- He would've squawked and sputtered, before pouting and claiming he wasn't their 'Dad' and that adopting them didn't change anything. When in reality it made a swelling prideful feeling bubble up from his chest, proud to be a dad he always wanted. But he didn't hear her unfortuntately.  Hattie shook whatever snow was on her off as she continued running now with new adrenaline and purpose in her speed as she ran around the giant manor towards the back to the cellar. The cellar was literally the only way in she knew of and she wasn't about to waste time when she knew something bad had obviously happened. She felt it in her gut. After much running and coming to the doors, she flung them open without hesitation and down she went. The child cared not about the water making her feet absolutely wet n cold, or the fact she could see her own breath, she just had one thought.....GET TO SNATCHER!! She stopped a moment looking around at the old inside of the mansion as she got in ....Where was it..Where was her Dad?! 

"Mrrrrow?"

"WHOA!!" She jumped back a few feet, dropping her umbrella and grabbing onto her hat as something living brushed up against her side and she looked down meeting yellow eyes and a literal bushy tail. It was...." A kitty?" The small bushcat was purring and staring up at her curiously before yawning and doing that famous cat stretch, showing off the yellow inside of it's mouth before waddling over towards her. Meowing again before rubbing against her body. Hattie glanced at him in confusion and despite her still fear she bent down to pet the small thing. The leaves on it's body feeling rough. " Hello there, Kitty. What are you doing here? Don't you know there's a crazy lady running around with ice powers?" The cat continued to purr and look at her calmly, until a flash of red caught her eye and she looked up, "Huh?"

Half way through the wall was a dweller. A red dweller with a fox mask, it tilted it's head at her cusriously before fazing the rest of the way through and going towards her. At the same time the door to the bar area opened and out came a.....A mafia man and another smaller old man?? The mafia guy and the old guy looked scared as they all stared at her before looking back at one another.....then at her again with a scary expression. She still stared at them all before the Dweller stopped right in front of her curiously tilting it's head as it did so. ...Hattie jumped again when something shoved it's head out of the very corner....before scurrying quickly towards her. The two men shouted in fright before ducking back in the room but Hattie was frozen in both shock and fright as it came up to her and stopped. Slowly rising on it's two back legs and staring down at her. ....She wanted to scream. This thing was a mass of what looked like multicolored rags sewn together, the inside of the ragdoll was darker than the darkest night, and multiple eyes stared back at her as it swayed from side to side and eyed her form. Before it bowed.

"THaNK YoU dEaR CHILD. For My FREEdOM," it spoke in multiple voices at once sending a giant chill down her spine. 

Before she could say anything else, whatever the thing was turned and did that creepy as peck scurry back towards the celler door where she came in from before she could say another word. She jumped snapping out of her stunned stupor and held out an arm to him about to shout "Hey! Wait!', but the mafia man and the old short man peeked out of the room again slowly and looked nervously at her. Eventually the mafia man spoke.

"Little girl, I-is that scary shadow lady g-gone?", the mafia man asked. 

Hattie blinked up at all of them and shook her head. "Where did you all come from?", she asked the Dweller looking at her but they didn't speak, instead the mafia man did again.

"B-Boss heard there was old castle with gold. S-S-Send mafia and goons to go look," the blue tuxedo man was shaking and stuttering looking around the place like he was still looking for Vanessa most likely. "B-B-But Mafia don't like shadow woman."

"That doesn't matter! Have you seen m-"

And then a scream. Not Vanessa's scream of terror. Not like a mafia man she's heard before. This voice was a high pitched male's that echoed throughout the entire building. The cat bristled up a few of the leaves on his body falling to the dusty old floors and the mafia let out a high pitched squeal for a big 'tough' man, making both the men fall out into the hall away from the noise that came from the entrance to the second story stairs. That voice....That same male voice was Snatcher's. She recognized that loud voice of his anywhere, but now that voice was screaming in horror. More panic shot through her and before she knew it, Hattie had jumped over the struggling men and began running up the second floor stairs towards the second floor of the mansion. 

"SNATCHER!?", she desperately shouted as tears began to form in her eyes, "DAD PLEASE!!"

"K-KID?!", that voice shouted back as she ran and she felt relief hit her as she burst through the second staircase door and stopped at the top of the stairs looking around. 

"I'M HERE!! WHERE-....."

"KID!" One red and one yellow eye and a mouth full of sharp teeth smiled down at her from the form of a kneeling man on his knees. The shiny gold crown on his head reflected the moonlight shining in from the window behind him and his kneeling form was looking rather pale as he smiled at her. The child stood there as he held his arms out to her as he smiled ever so releived. "OH THANK PECK!! L-Look I really m-m-messed up ok!! I don't know what happened but you gotta help me...I-I feel so weak..." ....His face suddenly turned into a mean scowl and a COMPLETELY different voice came outta that man's mouth as his mitchmatched eyes looked off to the side. "Peck? Really? Even now you can't control yourself for one moment to not tramatize the poor child further?" His angry face suddenly snapped to the other side and she jumped a step or two back. "Stay outta this moonboy!! If anyone here is tramatized it's ME!!! L-Look at what happened!" The man looked down at his shaking hands and moved the fingers oddly slow. ....As if it was his very first time seeing or using hands. "Funny. Maybe stealing and using that time piece was a bad idea after all." "I SWEAR I will end our lives again if it means I'll un-stick with YOU!!"

"Dad?...."

Both strange voices shut up and the man looked over at her when she slowly said that. She had.....She knew this man. The brown shoulder length hair. The weird old fancy fairytale prince looking  clothes. This was-.......A Prince. The very same prince from the paintings in the mansion. The VERY same Prince in that story book she had gotten from that time rift. She didn't even notice the random people coming in from the other rooms around them and walked up to the kneeling man who looked down at her with those strange eyes. She stopped right in front of him and narrowed her eyes at him, eyeing him up and down carefully.

".....Snatcher?," She questioned unsure about what she was seeing.

The man sighed, "Yeah.," that soon-da-ray's same scratchy voice came out as he stared at her defeated. "It's me kiddo." "And don't you forget me as well, blood jack-o-lanturn peckneck!!" "Oh! Now who's cussing in front of the kid!?"

.......She blinked at the other voice. "UNCLE MOONJUMPER?!", she asked not believe the other voice that just came out of the man. Unlike Snatcher's scratchy husky voice, Moonjumper's was much more smooth and sorta echo-y. 

The man suddenly gave a dignified look and placed a shaking hand to his chest. "In the flesh! Quite literally. I'm afraid Mr. Shadow Stealer decided to use this time piece and now we're stuck together in this weak form." He suddenly snapped back angry to the left. "IT WASN'T MY FAULT YOU MOONSHINE DRUNK IDIOT!!!" "Ooh.~ Such feisty words. Im sure you can get us out of this. Imbecile!!" "You're really pushing this moon-idiot-" BONK!!! Pain suddenly exploded from his....their?? Head and he..they? grabbed his(their) head and looked back to the child holding her umbrella out. "OW!! HEY!! What was that for!?" "Indeed. That was very harsh for me who didn't cause this."

"YOU STOLE THE TIME PEICE!!!," she yelled at he...THEM suddenly swinging her umbrella down at them in a small fit of rage. He brought up his jello arms to block the rapid hits. She was SCARED. She was put into this entire situation. And he STOLE her time piece. "STUPID GHOST NOODLE!! PURPLE SLIME!! DEAD DUMMY!!! YOU STOLE MY TIME PEICE!? AND YOU MADE A MESS!?" her wacks became weaker as tears began to stream down her cheeks again as all the adrenaline and panic and feelings all came back to her and with a last weak hit she started crying. "...AND YOU S-S-SCARED ME!!"

Both felt a sudden pange in their gut seeing the child like this and looked down at them selves. Well Snatcher did. Moonjumper was only going along with this for now. Still ignoring the others around them, the crying child just jumped on them and burried her face into their shared chest making them jump...before Snatcher sighed and brought their jello hands down to calm and consol the poor girl clinging to them for dear life. ...Their eyes looked back down to the floor next to them. The dusty, cold carpet on the floor was littered in tiny blue shards of glass that glittered in what dim light there was available in the entire mansion from the cold snow that continued to blow outside despite their predicament. ....He really did screw up this time didn't he? "Yes, you really did! We share the same thoughts right now!" Moonjumper's oh so helpful voice chimed in their shared head and Snatcher mentally growled back staring at the mess on the floor he caused.....Then looked slightly further and. ABSOLUTELY. FROZE. A few feet away from the sparkling shower of magic time piece glass and metal was a human. Wouldn't be TOO weird considering there was a bunch peeking out from the rooms and the hall now, but when the long beautiful gold hair shown just as brightly as the sun, and vibrant beautiful earth green adorned her. She was a beautiful young lady of the golden sun hair that he knew very......VERY well and was so, SO frozen by. 

Especially. WHEN. SHE. MOVED.

The two absolutely frozen in....fear? Shock? Curiousity or confusion maybe?? Watched as the beautiful woman laying face down on the floor groaned softly with a beautiful but familiar voice and slowly begin to sit her front up. The kiddo on the other hand had started to calm down from her crying fit and removed her face enough to stare down at the shattered remains of the once time piece, and sighed. She could put it back together but it would take a little bit just like the one on the ship- Hattie jumped when They jumped and their grip on her got a lil bit tighter around her, making the child look up confused into their terrerfied face. The red and yellow eyes looking past her at something so naturally she followed their gaze and blinked surprised at the beautiful lady push herself off the floor slowly and show them her lovely face. She looked JUST like a princess out of her cartoons. Her face was beautiful as if sculpted by angels, not a blemish on her except for the beautymark on her right cheekbone, her lovely shiny golden hair framed her soft features, and beautiful ruby red eyes blinked open eyelashes fluttering as she did so. Yes, Hattie admitted she was very pretty. But something immediately didn't sit right in her gut. This princess, like the prince who held her, was the exact same one in the paintings too......And the same one in her story book.

"V-Vanessa", Moonjumper spoke out in a fearful tone. SHUT UP YOU IDIOT!!! Snatcher's voice boomed inside their head but it was too late.

Those red ruby eyes laserfocused on the male voice as soon as Moon-idiot spoke It and for an uneasy few seconds, those two grown ups just stared up at each other with Hattie glancing between them.....grip on her umbrella suddenly tightening. 

The blonde lady blinked at them. "My prince." Instead of a sweet voice to match the woman's beauty, a raspy voice the child knew ALL too well came out, the woman reached a hand towards the frozen pair of ghosts. "You came back-"

WHAMP!!! A loud thud echoed throughout the room again and the woman faceplanted the dusty carpet right in front of them with a thud. Where her head was, was a blue umbrella held by the scowling girl with a few last tears leaving her eyes. ......Snatcher blinked their shared eyes as he stared down at the unconscious Vanessa once again...before back to the little alien who now wriggled her way out of their grip and glared down at the woman she stomped over too, giving just a few seconds before nudging the pretty lady with her foot. Vanessa didn't move and remained unconscious much to the girl's satisfaction. As Hattie turned around, placing down the umbrella to pick up the metal frame of the hourglass and scowling at it, the fair end of the second stairs opened and the mafia man and old short man appeared curious and probably too scared to do exploring alone. Bushcat at their heels, and a red dweller fazing through the floors. At the same time other people started coming out more too. Two more mafia men wearing the exact same clothes as the first one, one from Vanessa's bedroom and one from the very end of the hall. A strange man with a black gotee and mustache and tan hat, along with another older man  with.....three eyes?? From the bathroom. Another old scruffy looking man from the end of the corner where the abandoned nursery was,....and surprisingly one of Snatcher's Minions. Hattie looked up from the broken hourglass frame and blinked around at all these people that were now around her looking around at her and everyone just stood in silence for a long moment, before the man in the red shirt and goggles spoke. 

"Um...Excuse me there," he spoke in a light british like accent as he addressed the small crowd, "But would someone kindly explain to me what's going on here?"

"Mafia would like to know too," one of the newer mafia men spoke up too but he like his college look nervous, "Where is scary lady with red eyes?"

Hattie looked at all of them for a real long time...then down to the broken magical artifact in her hands. .....Slowly piecing together what could've possibly happened, but was again interrupted by a loud meow and Snatcher/Moonjumper and her both looked over to see a loudly purring bushcat happily making it's way over to them and it seemed once again the duo froze as they watched the cat walk up to them. ".....R-R-Rough Patch?", Snatcher's voice shakingly asked as the cat wondered forward, "....R-ROUGH PATCH!!" He smiled brightly and held his hands out to the cat that continued to waddle up to him. "C'mere boy! Come to daddy!!" As soon as 'Rough Patch' got close enough, he was scooped into the Prince's awaiting arms still shaking like crazy and he happily brought the purring, meowing kitty close to his chest. Smiling so heard it hurts. "Hello my little friend. Did you miss me? I missed you SO much. Oh, look at you. You look as good as new! I haven't see you since....she..." Snatcher paused. Before slowly turning his head back over to Vanessa's unconscious form. "SHE FROZE YOU!! THAT STUPID LITTLE DENYING PECKNECK!!" "SNATCHER, STOP IT!!" The Prince's head turned back around as Moonjumper finally spoke again. "As much as I agree with every single thing you're thinking and saying, don't you think you've done enough for one day? Kindly control yourself before something WORSE happens will you?"

"What did you guys do?" Both looked down at Hattie as she scowled up at them, holding the metal frame up to them. "What happened?!"

.....Moonjumper scowled. "Ask the shadow creton." "OH!! Be quiet you!" Snatcher rambled back out started to pet Rough Patch who was purring in his master's hold. Hattie continued to look at them with a scowl before the ghost sighed. "Alright. Alright. ....I'll tell you."

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The cold air didn't affect the undead in the slightest. Not that if it would it would make a difference too the two evillily smiling ghosts. Wind whipped around them as Snatcher's dead yellow eyes glowed dangerously against the reflective surface of the magical hourglass, making his yellow eyes reflect against the sparkling blue sand within it as he smiled dangerously at nothing in particular, but....Something seemed just a little off as Moonjumper looked over at him. He said something but Snatcher didn't pay attention when he just floated against the cold wind and made his way towards the looming mansion in front of him. Going back here....To the place he once lived and died. It made a dreaded feeling boil down in his ectoplasm and want to leave, but the desire driven by revenge and anger overpowered any dreaded feelings and rational thinking to be honest. Gone...Soon Vanessa would be gone. And He would be entirely FREE from her annoying existance. Then he'd claim this whole frozen waste land. True it didn't suit him, but it would've been his if he had married the witch. And she took his kingdom away from him when she locked her away, it was justified if he took hers. Again, Moojumper was looking a little nervous between him and the time piece and said something but Snatcher still ignored any warnings he was making as the shadow of the mansion loomed over him and consumed himself into the shadow as well. Almost camoflauging. He didn't need a passage way to get in, just teleport himself with the magical thing inside the cursed place and boom! He'd be home-free. ...Or so it seemed. Again the same brief purple warping and he was within the walls of the manor. The ghost's smile became a frown instantly looking around the first floor of the building. Ah. He remembered where this was. The cellar door was just down the hall, and the library and kitchen were just in front of him a little ways. The whole place was dusty and cold, with the wind blowing outside shoving aroundthe snowflakes and adding to the overall creepiness of it, he still frowned as he floated his way down the hall towards the second staircase to the second floor of the four story manor. Moonjumper fazing through the blocked front door right on his tail as the dapper spook was looking less and less sure around him at the manor in fear. 

"Snatcher....Perhaps this is a b-bad idea after all. A-After all Vanessa's can't do anymore harm to us like this," he pleaded to his counterpart but Snatcher still ignored him.

.....Only stopping to slowly look up at the old worn painting on the wall. It depicted a blonde woman and a taller man with brown hair. He stared at it for a long moment, before that jack o lanturn fanged mouth came up in a snarl, and he growled dangerously. In a split moment of anger staring up at his stupid former self, he let out some inhuman snarl noise and rammed one of his hands up and into the painting. It didn't stand a chance between the ghost's claws and the poor painting fell to the floor with a loud thud. Torn to shreads and frame snapped in two, Snatcher's hand was still embedded into the wall which now had a hole in it from his punch, but that wasn't the worse part. The slam was loud enough to echo throughout the quiet home, which also got a started yelp out of Moonjumper before the ghost slapped his hands over his mouth. A few quiet seconds passed-

"Whooooo's there!?," A shrill voice came from above making Moonjumper squeal in fright, his form glitching even more. But for once in one thousand years, Snatcher smiled and even welcomed the voice that shrieked from upstairs. It meant his prey was just that close. "WHO DARES ENTER MY HOME!?" The shadow ghost approached the voice, not caring for the glitching nervous ghost behind him. Daring to charge the voice as he fazed through the ceiling above him and emerged in all his glory through the second story floor. Time piece in hand as the spook smiled evilliy at the new floor around him. The floor was completely devoid of any life just like the first floor....But there was plenty of afterlife. Especially the beast in front of him who hissed from across the hall as he appeared and smiled at her. "Who are you?," Vanessa. The Once Queen of Subcon. Hissed in that terrible aweful voice of hers as she approached the ghost. The cold aura she radiated distorting the air around her and threatening to freeze anything that got too close as she approached. "You'll pay for defying the Queen!"

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Don't recognize me do you?!," he taunted as she approached his own vision distorting as she did. His voice and appearance had changed dramatically just like hers upon death. his smile soon turning into a challenging snarl and grimace. "GOOD!! I NEVER want you to remember me!! In fact, you're going to be nothing but a memory soon enough!! You took everything from me!! All those years of being nothing but loyal to you and doing everything I could to make you happy! I wish I never wasted my time with you!!" Vanessa couldn't wrap her warped head around anything he was saying. Too warped from hundreds of years of being in this negative state. Too bad. He would've liked to see a face of fear on her for once but he'd settle for this. The hourglass shined as the ghost let out some unhuman hiss and raised it above his head threateningly as she was just a few feet away. Mind flashing to all those times he felt worthless, never enough, or having to be just a perfect. FAKE. STORYBOOK PRINCE!! "TIME FOR YOU TO GET LOST YOU PECKING WITCH!!! NO MORE AFTERLIFE IN THIS HOUSE!!!"

The tiny glass object in his claws shone brightly for a brief moment, before Snatcher's swung it down at her. The beautiful blue sand and glass toppled through the air as it tumbled towards her. A shattering glass sound filled the air as the time piece smashed to the floor. Glass and sparkling blue sand caught their reflections in their sparkles, energy gathering up and then-.....White. The energy was so bright  he had to turn his head away to avoid it, the energy wave knocking him back to the floor and everything going black. 

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............................................."Uuuuuuuuh-"

What?...W-What happened? ......He didn't remember being so heavy, but he guess he must've been slammed back harder from that energy blast than he thought. But no matter, as long as Vanessa was gone. The ghost reached his arm up against the floor and slowly pushed himself up after a few more minutes of just weakly laying there, he coughed dust exiting his lungs and slowly raised his heavy body up. White dots scattered his vision as he blinked his eyes up at his surroundings. Many shiny shards of glass twinkled up at him in the dim light, as he pushed himself onto his knees with his pale ha-........He froze. Staring at the VERY human hands with five fingers, pale skin, nails, and shaking like a leaf. .....Those eyes looked down at the human's body as those hands went to clumsily pat that chest working up towards the human's face as he patted along and actually FELT every single pat to his body and then his face......Those panicked eyes glanced back down to the glass shards as they twinkled back up to the human. The reflections showing a very fair brown haired man.

"A-A-A-......AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

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WHAMP!!

"Ow!!" Moonjumper's voice shouted as he reached a hand to rub where Hattie's umbrella collided with their head. Rough Patch bristling at the suddenly jostling. "My dear girl, you forget that I'm stuck in here too."

She looked apologetic for a moment. "Sorry, Uncle Moon." She scowled again and pointed the umbrella at them. "That was for HIM!!" She must've meant Snatcher as they frowned at her. "You STOLE my time piece. You turned into some weird looking stuck together prince. And you broke it!!!"

"Hey! I don't look that bad!" "Snatcher......Perhaps for once listen to the child. You really messed up this time." .....Snatcher said nothing but looked back down to the meowing bushcat and sighed. "Alright, alright. I messed up ok and....I'm sorry, but if you ever tell someone I'll ground you from the forest for a week. Now...Could you PLEASE fix this?"

Hattie was about to say something when they were interrupted by the man wearing the hat with goggles again, one of his gloved hands was holding a bag slung over his shoulder and the other hanging from his side as he glanced over them all. "I'd hate to interrupt you, Girl, but what's going on? Who are all of you?"

"...Hattie blinked up at him but was again cut off from talking by Snatcher. "Sorry. She's not allowed to talk to strangers. And I could ask you the same thing." Their mitch matched eyes squinted. "You look familiar. Just who are you?"

"Oh of course." The man reached a hand up and tipped his hat to him as the two older men with white hair stood by him. "My name is Thor, and these are my colleges. Mr. Tim." He gestured to the old man with three eyes who smiled brightly at them. Thor then pointed to the other older man who looked just plain grumpy and done with everything. "And Mr. Oldster. We're historians  at the Opal Island Museum of History and Magical Properties. We were here on a historical expedition to do research on the cursed land and disappearance of the ancient Subcon Kingdoms." ....He reached a hand up to rub his hand in slight embarrassment. "Unfortunately I don't remember much."

Snatcher seemed to get a look of realization. "Oh yeah. I know you! Heh. Some expedition you turned out to be huh?"

Thor looked slightly offended. "Sir, I have never met you I  my life, but I'll have you know we were very successful with getting past this nasty spook who let us go free in exchange for our books on the region." "Then all of a sudden it got cold like magic," Tim stepped in from Thor's small rant kindly smiling. "We found this seemingly abandoned mansion right in the middle of a giant iced in bowl with no way out except a giant opening above the whole house through the ice. We took shelter and the last thing I remember was being attacked by a shadow while exploring. Then all of a sudden, I wake up and find all these people here talking and yelling."

The young girl finally got a moment to think for herself as she glanced at these guys....and all around her at everyone else. Three explorers, four Mafia, two of Snatcher's Subjects, a bushcat, and a random old man probably with the mafia.....Why did all them look so familiar? Surely she wasn't around when a whole bunch of random people ended up in Vanessa's castle and got fro-.....Frozen. The child blinked and shook her head, blue eyes again grazing over all of them carefully, Snatcher at this point had already looked back to her and rose a brow as her gaze went carefully around the room, before blinking again and snapping back up to the fused ghost,...and then back to the still unconscious Vanessa. It looked like the lil alien was calculating something inside her head as she slowly glanced back to the shards of glass below her. ......They were all frozen. All the frozen people around the house. THESE PEOPLE WERE THEM!! And Snatcher and Moonjumper were fused together inside their old self as the Prince on the paintings, and Vanessa-....She gave the blonde woman the stink eye. Vanessa was human again too, which meant that, everyone was..."NO MORE AFTERLIFE IN THIS HOUSE!!" Living? Well not Snatcher's minions, but....They weren't frozen either. 

"Your wish," She mumbled nudging a shard with her boot, "....It must've brought everyone back to life!"

"WHAT?!," Snatcher yelled looking at her like she just lost her mind, "Whaddya mean it brought everyone back to life? 

She stared at him dead panned and gestured to himself. "You guys are two halves of the same person, when you wished for no more dead guys the time piece must've brought everyone back to life and fused you two back together into yourself."

Their face paled. ...Before Moonjumper smiled. "D-Dearest. I don't suppose there's any possible way you could f-fix this mess could you? I-I think I like it better unfused."

.....She sighed and again nudged some shards of glass to the center. ".....Yeah. But it's going to take a long time before it's fixed because you broke it." She scowled before plopping herself on the ground by the shards and looked carefully at her choices,....before carefully picking up a larger shard. "..." Then stopping completely and looking up at the people around them. ".....I can't reverse it while they're here!"

"What?," Snatcher questioned but stopped when the girl reached over to tug on their sleeves.

"I can't turn them back to icicles." Her eyes pleadingly looked up at him with worry. "They'll just be all trapped here again....ALL of them."

Snatcher paused for a moment before looking back to the purring Bushcat in his arms who meowed in their arms. Before back around him at all of them and relented, but ONLY because some of his minions were here and he didn't want to loose Rough Patch again....And the look the kid was giving him was enough puppy dog eye power to melt a thousand ice cold hearts like his.

"Alright, Alright. But only because I hate loosing minions." Their head snapped to the small subconite with the glowing yellow eye and pointed a shaking hand at them. "You!" The minion jumped from the confusion of their own boss's mouth coming out of a human but didn't disobey him when he motioned with a finger to come closer. "Come here." Snatcher shifted Rough Patch in his arms until the small bushcat was placed in the small minions arms with a meow, making the minion wobble a bit from the bushcat's weight. "Escort all these fools back to my home and keep them there. The bridge is always out, so take the long around and try not to let them die in the swamp. It'll be colder and take longer but it'll take them safely out. "....Snatcher then looked back to all of them with a raised brow. "I suggest you all follow my instructions very, VERY carefully. Follow my minion, wait at my home, and touch any of my things or wonder off. I won't be liable if you die from your stupidity or if I eat your souls from invading my privacy. I NEVER want to see any of you back in my forest when this whole thing is over. Now...Follow the minion. All of you."

The minion nodded, turning around and wobbling towards the second floor stairs still holding Rough Patch. "Sure thing, Boss! R-Right away!"

Everyone else shifted their gazes to look at each other unsure....But staying in an abandoned, cold mansion where they would be turned back to ice was NOT a good option. So one after the other they slowly started following the wobbling cat carrying minion until Snatcher was again redirected to the child as she again tugged on her sleeve, and then pointed to Vanessa still currently unconscious. "What about her?"

Moonjumper and Snatcher turned their head to her, a face full of extreme hatred and fear filled their features. Oh the things he could do to get revenge....But he had enough trouble to sort out on his plate as it was and the kiddo would've just been scared out of her mind. So with GREAT reluctance, he sighed and looked back to her with an idea. "Remember those locks and keys you had to get off the doors when you first got here?" She nodded. "Do you happen to know where one is?" 

"Yeah!" She pointed down the hall to the stairs that lead to the third floor. "I left them on the floor. Why?"

He smiled at her. "Go get it. We're locking her in the bathroom where she can't bother us in case she wakes up. .....And ask someone to help drag her in there while you're at it. These noodle limbs can't even help me up."

Hattie rose a brow at him for a moment with a face of concern....but she didn't question it as Vanessa....Wasn't a good person. The small girl bounded up and went to go get as Snatcher had asked but unknownst to everyone. A small disturbance awoken in the floor just above them all.

[ughdontbeboring]

Salon

Rio x woc YN

Rio just being proactive

warnings: fluff, getting braids (lmfao iykyk), gun

note: I literally just got my hair done and FUCK it’s tight as shit and I’ve been having to take motrin. I can’t believe how tight this shit is. It’s prob bc I haven’t gotten braids in a year. I was half asleep tearing for this when I wrote this with my tight ass braids. So basically it’s bullshit but it’s my bullshit so enjoy!!

YN typed away on her iPhone, the sound of her nails tapping the screen blending into the salon noise as Milly ran her fingers through her freshly washed and blow dried hair. She texted the young shop owner last minute when she woke up to a surprise trip from her man. The two of them would be in the Caribbean by the weekend. 2 days more. 

So braids was a must if she wanted to enjoy it worry free, she did not want to spend it messing with her hair the whole time, even her curls were a hit and miss when humidity was involved. 

Milly moved her appointments around for the young women who was willing to pay double just for the inconvenience.

She smiled as a text notification popped up. Her girlfriends confirming for a girls night tonight before she left for vacay. This was going to be a great week. They would see Marcus tomorrow for the day before they left and get him the day after they came back. Her family was also coming into town when they got back. The week was going to be filled with the people she loved and she couldn’t be more thankful. 

Milly was half way done with her braids when she heard the bell ding at the front of the salon while she was talking with the stylist. They were discussing what colors to add at the front. Maybe a little bit of light blue or bright pink. 

It was a moment before she realized the salon was now quiet and there was movement she caught from the corner of her eye coming their way. A chill ran through her at the familiarity of the smooth walk. 

She bite her lip to fight the smile as she slowly turned to her right to the tall slender man in all black staring down at her intently. He had his beanie on, the winter slowly fading but taking longer then expected. Hence his reason for a vacay. 

“Hey mama” 

She couldn’t fight it anymore, the grin that broke out on her face would make you think she hadn’t just seen the man this morning before he left the house. 

“Ok chesein!” Milly said teasingly

YN suck her teeth before rolling her eyes. Milly stepped back to allow the couple some privacy. YN could feel all the eyes in the salon on them. It was bad enough Alan was here with her, standing not far away in the waiting area constantly watching everything. The large man grabbing the all the woman’s attention for very different reasons then Rio was right now. 

The women (other then Milly) looked at Alan, the big beefy man with curiosity, they looked at Rio with lust and jealousy. She could tell the stares were filled with hunger for him, his money and his power. 

“Hey baby” she smiled sweetly at him as he leaned forward, his hands resting on the arm rest as he gave her a quick passionate kiss. 

No care in the world for the stares. 

“How you doing mama?” He asked as he pulled back slightly. 

She laughed a little.

“Baby you just seen me this morning, like 3 hrs ago” 

“Just checking on my girl”

He leaned up straight as he reached into his pocket pulling out a pack of motrin. The pack lightly held in between his fingers as he held it out to her. 

“Oh baby! Thank you, you didn’t have to bring this all the way here” she exclaimed while grabbing his hand to pull him closer for another kiss. 

“Don’t worry about it mama” Rio replied before pecking her lips again. 

“What you trying to say Rio?” Milly asked with faux offensive.

He laughed that laugh YN loved, raising his hands up in defense.

“Nothing Milly, just being proactive”

“Hmmmm sure”

“Oh yea” He said before reaching into his pocket again. A stack of cash that was easily almost 3 times what Milly charges came into view as Rio held the folded up money towards them.

“Wait, no Rio I brought money-“ 

“Yea not happening mama”

“Rio” she protested.

“Girl hush” Milly said jokingly as she stuffed the money into her bra. YN rolled her eyes before looking at Rio. If the women weren’t drooling before YN knew they were fucking salivating now.

He leaned forward again, pecking her lips.

Their faces were close as he gave her a pointed look. Most likely for her not to argue with him over this. He knew she was independent but he loved to spoil his baby. 

“Be good, yea?” He asked biting his lip.

She had to push down the butterflies that started to swarm in her tummy. 

“Yea” she answered in almost a daze.

“Good girl, I’ll see you at home mama” he said before standing up straight and walking backward toward the door. His eyes never leaving hers. If he could have his way right now she would be leaving with him but he knew she didn’t play about her hair. Next time he’ll have to clear his morning so he could sit with her. He nodded and dapped up Alan, let him know he’ll hit him up in a little as Mick opened the door for him and they stepped back into chilly afternoon.

“Did he have the money?” Rio asked

“Not all of it”

“So no?”

“No” Mick answered.

Rio clicked his tongue as he slid into the passenger side of the G wagon. He placed the gun on his lap before sending YN a quick I love you text. 

“Let’s go handle this then” 

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[raccoxn]

DEAD OF NIGHT • SOAP X CIVILIAN!READER

SCENARIO: you're a civilian who got caught up in a mission soap was on. he ends up in your care while the rest of the 141 is dealing with the mission at hand while looking for him. you live in a small cabin and it's quite literally in the middle of the woods. it's big enough for one or two people, so taking in soap wasn't an issue. the only issue on the table was the fact he was bleeding out...

**told in y/n pov**

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It was about 4am when I heard one of my windows shatter and my german shepherd, Nic, bark like a madman. I shot out of bed, not bothering throw on my pants and grabbed my taser from my nightstand, pure fear pulsing through my body as I thought about what this could possibly be. 

I live in the middle of nowhere. The closest town was an hour away and there were no campgrounds. Was it an animal? Or maybe some freak accident? Will I have to use my Winchester knowledge and kill a monster? I had no idea.

Nic barked at me when she saw me enter the room, whining and growling to tell me about the intruder. She led me to the bathroom, my eyes squinting in the dark to see a trail of some substance smeared across the wood floors. My dog continued to bark loudly and pace around the hall. When I pushed open the bathroom door and turned on the light, I was met with a horrific scene.

It was like a murder scene out of a Criminal Minds episode. A tactical-armored man was lying in my bath, blood smeared across the white tile and staining the small rug in front of the toilet. He was unconscious and his left hand loosely covered a bullet wound in his side while one of his legs was slightly hanging out of the tub. I glanced to Nic, the canine whining and pacing back and forth since she sensed the distress.

"What in the fuck..." 

I walked into the bathroom, my hands shaking as I held my taser. The man didn't seems to hear or notice my presence, but when I knelt down beside him and looked at the bullet wound, he inhaled deeply and coughed.

"Where am I?" His Scottish accent was coarse as he weakly opened his eyes.

"You're in my home." I replied to him as I got on my knees and lifted his hand. "I'm calling the police and ambulance. You can't be here."

"No! No cops or hospitals! The cartel's paid them off."

I frowned at his words. "Cartel? All the way in Upstate California? While it's not impossible, I don't really—"

"If they find me here, they'll kill you. Don't call." 

I stared at him, his blue eyes looking into my (e/c). He coughed again, this time blood coming out of his mouth and I started to panic.

"All right, erm, give me a moment."

I stood up and opened one of the vanity drawers, frantically digging for a pack of floss. Once I found one, I rushed out of the bathroom to find a sewing needle in my room. While I was at it, I put on a pair of pants. My dog barked from the bathroom and I ran back almost immediately. The man was trying to pet Nic, my dog sniffing him curiously before letting him scratch behind her ears.

"So, what's your name?"

"Can't tell you that." 

"Okay....Do you have a nickname or some other name I could call you?"

I threaded the dental floss through the needle after I cleaned it then walked over to the man, eyes set on me as I undid his tactical vest to stitch up his wound.

"You can call me Soap." He said before grimacing in pain.

"Sorry. I'm no doctor, but my friend showed me how to use a needle and dental floss to stitch wounds. And I saw it in a few shows."

Soap scoffed at my statement before wincing, gritting his teeth from the needle going through his flesh. "That explains a lot."

It was my turn to scoff as cut the floss and went to stitch up the last part of his wound.

"No offense, but what kind of name is Soap?"

"It's a call sign. It's what we soldiers in the military use to communicate and confuse the enemy."

"Oh."

I looked up to see him staring at me intently, his narrowed gaze softening as I continued to stitch him. 

"I'm Y/N...just in case you wanted to know."

He nodded and leaned his head back against the bathtub wall, closing his eyes and  sighing as he started to contact his team.

"This is Bravo 7-1, how copy?" He spoke into his communication device as he shifted to let me bandage his wound now.  "Ghost, this is Bravo 7-1..."

Soap groaned in pain and grabbed my bloody hand, his grip rough and extremely tight. I panicked when he pulled me closer.

"Help me up." 

"Do you have that much faith in me?"

"Y/N."

I shook my head and did the best I could to help him up. I was surprised I managed to get him to his feet, but his legs gave it out the minute we got into the hall. My dog started to bark in alarm before going up to Soap and prodding him with her nose. 

"You need to take your gear off." I told him as I led him to my room, Nic trotting ahead of us and jumping onto my bed. I needed to get him in there so I could lay him down. I couldn't put him on the couch since it was too small for him and I certainly wasn't going to put him the floor. 

"I'm fine."

"It's weighing you down and you need to rest. Let me help you take the vest off at least."

Soap didn't respond as I reached to take off the vest, the buckles unclipping easily and eventually it was off. I put it on the floor by my bed and helped Soap lay down, blood seeping out of the bandages. I ran into my small bathroom and grabbed all the towels, frantic to make sure he didn't bleed out in his sleep. 

"You got any meds?" Soap asked as I wrapped the towels around him.

"I've got melatonin gummies with 15mg on my dresser? And I have ibuprofen."

"That won't work."

"Well, I'm not a doctor." 

"Clearly."

I narrowed my eyes at him as he tried to relax in my bed, his eyes drooping from blood loss and exhaustion. Nic curled up beside him and nudged his arm with her nose, Soap flinching from being startled but gave her a few pets after relaxing again.

While he rested, I went back out to my living room to clean up glass and blood from the window sill. The cold night air blew on my face, making me shiver but I continued to clean up. The bathroom is what worried me since blood was smeared everywhere. For now though, I used bleach and a shit ton of paper towels to clean the walls, floors, and the bath tub. I rinsed out the inside of it then poured some bleach into the water. I scrubbed any blood stains that didn't come off just from the water then rinsed.

Once I was finished, I checked the time to see that it was 5:48am. The sun was just barely illuminating the sky in a dull grey and I could hear birds starting to chirp. I walked into my room to see Soap completely passed out. He was still breathing, but, from judging by the grimace on his face, in a lot of pain. 

How the hell was I going to get major pain killers without a prescription?

Moira... I could get them from her. She might be able to get me some, but if she asks questions, I won't be able to answer them. Soap was adamant about not involving outside people, but if he wanted to get pain meds, I had to do this.

I rushed back into my room and got cleaned up quickly. I made sure my hands were free of blood stains before throwing on a new shirt, sweatpants and pulled on a cardigan. I grabbed my mini backpack and phone, then wrote a note for Soap in case he woke up while I was gone.

"Nic, watch him. I'll be back." I told my german shepherd as I walked out of my room. All she did was glance at me and go back to sleep.

Before I could close my door, Soap's communication device came on and a gruff British accent flooded through it.

"Soap, this is Ghost. How copy?"

I half expected Soap to shoot up from where he laid, but he didn't even budge. As for me, I didn't want to mess with his gear, but I had to tell his friend he was okay.

Walking over to it, I pressed a button and spoke into it.

"This is Soap's current caretaker. He's badly wounded and needs medical attention. I can't stay for long since he needs pain meds, but I assure you he's okay. I'm leaving now to get him a prescription...Whether this is illegal or not, that's my problem."

I didn't listen to Ghost speak as I stood up and rushed out of my room, his voice shouting from the device for Soap or me to say something more. All I thought about was the hole I just dug myself in since his team is going to be hunting me down now.

For right now though, all that mattered was getting Soap his pain meds and making sure he doesn't die....

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pt.2 anyone?