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waynewifey · 4 years ago

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Fading away. —

Pairing: Jason Grace x Roman!DaughterofPluto!Reader

Sumary: after moths of over working, a colapse makes you get into a coma and reflect on your feelings.

Warnings: coma, angst, Pluto as a caring dad, fluff at the end.

Words: +-3k.

A/N: This is my first Percy Jackson Franchise fanfiction, so take it easy on me. This is also my biggest and favourite one. I hope you like this! My requests are always open.

(Y/N) (L/N) had a good reason to hate Jason Grace. How could she not? Jason was so annoying, self centred, selfish, stubborn and worse of all? He dated Piper McLean. Piper was great, (Y/N) knew that and they seemed happy together. But, still, he chose Piper, not (Y/N), his girlfriend back at Camp Jupiter, who he totally forgot about. How come Percy remembered Annabeth but Jason wouldn't remember (Y/N)? And when he recovered his memory, he chose Piper. But she also loved him still, and seeing him hurt like a bullet going straight through her heart. She decided to spend a year at Half-Blood Camp to stay with her half-brother Nico Di Angelo when Gaea were defeated. She thought she could manage to see him almost every day, but she couldn't. So she started doing anything to get her mind occupied. Going on meaningless quests, travelling to New York randomly, volunteering for literally any service in the camp and barely sleeping — because sleeping meant dreams.

"It doesn't have to be like that, (Y/N)." Her brother gave her another shot of Nectar. The sunlight that entered Hades' cabin was leaving slowly as they talked, (Y/N) leaned on her bed watching her fingertips become solid again.

"I'll learn how to do it right and I promise I won't push myself too much, but I can't stop practicing." She avoided eye contact with Nico, feeling ashamed of herself. After all, she was supposed to be the one taking care of him, since she was older. She came back from a "quest" for her father, that was staying a weekend on the Underworld. She started using Shadow Travel to get there. The problem? She had no idea how hard it was, and she almost died every time. He sighted.

"I'm not talking about Shadow Travel. You should talk to Jason and sort this out. You're almost killing yourself everyday doing the craziest stuff just to keep your mind off him. He already broke up with Piper, what's stopping you now? I'm your brother and it pains me to see you suffering, I won't just sit and watch while you literally desapear." He got up and walked to the door. The (h/c) girl forced a smile so he believed she was fine. Nico left the cabin.

After hours reflecting and thinking, she heard the trumpets that announced the convocation to a game of Capture the Flag. Since she was feeling better, she changed her clothes and walked outside. The teams were: cabins 1, 4, 5, 9, 12, 14, 18, 21, 23, 27, 28, 29 vs. cabins 2, 6, 7, 10, 11, 13, 15, 16, 20, 24, 25, 26. They started the game. (Y/N) had to protect the boundary with a kid from Hipnos' cabin while a group attacked the opponent's flag and another protected their territory and their flag. Everything was going as planned, she hadn't seen anyone yet. Out of the sudden, she saw a blond guy running in their direction with a sword. Oh hell no, Jason Grace wouldn't attack her like that. But he did.

"What the hell?!" She screamed, reacting to the blade flying in her direction. Her teammate was asleep. She defended herself with her own sword and counterattacked. He invested against her leg, trying to make her fall. Her instincts took place, she jumped, attacked again and they started a meaningless battle. Jason looked the same as always. He was almost the same Jason that used to take her on cute dates in New Rome. But he fought like a greek. And that was when it hit her, he changed. The mixture of love and hate made her loose her senses for a bit, giving Jason the lead. He focused on her leg but hesitated to hit it, giving her time to get back on the fight. She knocked him to the floor, her foot on his chest and her blade on his neck, when she heard footsteps approaching quickly. Of course. It was a trap. She turned around and saw a son of Hebe holding her team's flag running, followed by two daughters of Hephaestus. She grabbed a knife from her belt and threw it to his leg, hitting exactly where she wanted. She then grabbed Jason's blade and Shadow Travelled. For a moment everything was fine, while she drowned into darkness, but then she couldn't get out. She saw her father's face mixed in the dark. He raised his hand and touched her face, than she was back at the forest. Realising not even a second had gone through, she attacked the — injured — boy and the two gigantic girls at the same time. She wasn't really expecting to defeat them, just trying to win some time so, hopefully, someone would come help her. The boy dropped the flag and got a small sword. The two girls had hammers... oh. The three of them attacked at the same time and she protected herself with Jason's sword, which flew away. She was out of hopes when a figure appeared beside her and started fighting them.

"What are you doing here?! You're not supposed to help me, we're enemies, remember?" She said, fighting Hebe's son.

"I guess you're welcome then." Jason replied smiling, fighting the hammers-girls. (Y/N) sighted in annoyance. Seconds later, her teammates came running from the enemies' territory with a flag and the three-people group surrendered. Everyone started screaming and celebrating. (Y/N)'s head hurt with the noise and she looked to her brother, feeling numb.

"Hey, can we talk?" Jason said, getting in front of her with a big smile. He was proud of himself for helping her? Of course he was. He was going to take all the credit for her team's win. The anger rose inside of her burning everything. She furrowed her eyebrows and with the last energy that remained in her body, she tried to Shadow Travel for the perhaps hundredth time that day.

She fell into the darkness while feeling her body desapear quickly. Her heart was very accelerated but then it stopped. She saw herself at the barks of Lete's river. I'm dead., she thought. The desperation started taking over. She remembered the face of all her friends. Her siblings, Hazel and Nico. Her mother. Her best friend Reyna. Camp Jupiter. New Rome. The Lar Vitellius. Lares? Lares! Maybe she could go back as a ghost! She would at least see her friends again.

"Didn't expect to see you this soon." A voice said with humor. She turned around, as always enlighten by her father's presence. But his face was sad. Not the everyday-sad-Pluto, but the my-daughter-just-died-sad-Pluto.

"Am I d-... dead?" The anxiety forbid her from crying in front of her father. The one she never knew and once she did, she didn't want to disappoint him.

"Yes and no. You see, my darling, there are things more powerful then death. Right now, your physical being is exhausted from travelling through darkness and light — which I told you not to, but we'll talk about this later, you have a decision to make. You're body is surrendering to Death out of hopelessness. But your soul, on the other hand, still fights for the heart beating in your chest. And your conscious, the controller of both body and soul, has to decide which one of them you'll support right now. As Lord of the Death that's all I can say to you. But as your father, I would like to say that we have a room for you in the castle, if you'd like that. And also, I feel obligated to show you what is happening on Earth." When he finished his words, an image formed in the air, sort of an Iris message, but no one saw them. (Y/N) saw herself laying on the grass, surrounded by some campers, Nico and Jason.

She was watching them from above. Jason put two fingers on her neck, trying to feel her pulse. She — the one in the Underworld — gasped as the blond boy whispered 'nothing'. She glanced at her father, who had a pained expression as he stared at Nico freaking out. Her brother had his hands on her chest and was murmuring something in greek. Then, he opened his eyes, filled with tears of desperation, and glanced at Jason, who didn't look any better. She wanted to scream and go back to up there, but her voice wouldn't come out of her throat.

"Half of her is already gone." Nico struggled to say. Everyone around gasped. "I can't Shadow Travel with her, it- it would k-kill the other half..."

"Let's take her to the Infirmary. Everything's gonna be fine. She'll be okay." Will Solace had appeared in the crowd and kneed down to take (Y/N) in the arms, being helped by the other two. As they walked, (Y/N) held herself in her arms, sobbing. She didn't want to die, not like that. The image faded away and Pluto hugged her. He never did that before. She left out all her emotions through the cry. Her father caressed her back and gently kissed the top of her head.

"Now you see, my child, what those on Earth are going through. You have a family up there. And if you'd ask me, Jason Grace is a good person, even being a son of my brother. You have a choice, so make it wisely." Pluto said, not backing away from the hug. She nodded and he immediately knew what her choice was. "You know I'd love to have you here with me, but I'd love even more to see you happy. Don't be reckless. And listen to your brother. You don't have to worry to come see me, I'll make sure to visit you during your recovery." As he said that, a white door appeared out of nowhere. "Here's your carpool." The girl started to walk to the door, when she heard Pluto say: "(Y/N) I lo-... Good luck." She smiled to him and went through into the door. It felt like eons in the nothingness. She felt so much pain all over her body. Then she gained conscience. She didn't knew how long it had passed. She also couldn't open her eyes or say anything, but she knew she was laying down something comfortable, a bed, perhaps. But she could hear perfectly well.

"... and I'm so sorry you had to die for me to gain the courage to say this. Please come back to us... Come back to me. Nico barely leaves this room and nor do I, Will had to force him to go eat. It's not the same without you, (Y/N/N), it really isn't." Jason's words gave her the urge to cry, but she couldn't. It was like her body had shutdown completely. She felt his warm hands on her cold ones and after that, a door was opened. Footsteps. Only one person. Jason didn't move. Someone sat down next to them.

"Dad- I mean, Hades said she will be okay." It was Nico's voice. He sounded extremely tired.

"Didn't he say that last month?" Grace was annoyed, but he didn't stop holding her hand.

"I know, I wish I could do more... I'm... I'm sorry Jason." The blond sighted.

"I should be the one to be saying that. I know there's nothing else to do. I'm sorry for putting the blame on you. It's just- if we've talked before, nothing of this would have happened. If only I was brave enough..." (Y/N) felt weak and her consciousness was back at nothing again. When she heard something again, it looked like a lot of time had passed by, but she wasn't sure at all. Jason's voice was happy as he told her his plans to the future.

"I realised you would like to work with me training the legion. You're obviously skilled and the payment is quite good. And I've heard they are planning to build a village here as well, but I don't know if you-..." Every time she tried to stay conscious, she felt weaker. 'Rest', her father's voice said inside of her head, so she let herself.

Some time...? A long time...? She didn't knew. But the next time she heard, she was way stronger. She waited until then, so she could stay longer and try to understand her emotions. She heard almost an entire day. Her friends entered and left cabin 13 — she found out that she was there. Some of them talked "to" her, some just sat there in silence. When alone, Nico talked a lot about Will Solace. (Y/N) smiled mentally. Then Jason entered. She could already recognise the sound he made walking. He sat beside her bed and held her hand, as usual.

"Hello, princess. You look better." She reunited all the strength she had storage and sent it all to her right hand. She softly squeezed Jason's hand, for a small portion of second, trying to say 'hi'. She felt exhausted. He gasped.

"She just squeezed my hand!" He screamed, laughing. Nico jumped out of his bed, laughing as well. They both stared at her, waiting for more. "You're there, right? I knew you were! It's been long months, but you're getting better. Don't work too hard. We'll see each other soon, don't worry." He kissed her forehead. After that, it was easy for her to let go and dive into her sleep again.

She was slowly getting better. She noticed her comas were smaller now, and she got stronger every time. She started communicating by squeezing people's hand. One time for 'yes' and two times for 'no'. But it still was exhausting. She met with her father a couple times through dreams, but it never lasted long. She was sick of it. She wanted to jump out of the bed and run through all the camp. She was alone with Jason, as he talked about the last time he went to Camp Jupiter, telling every change. She slowly forced herself to open her eyes. It wasn't for too long, just enough for her to see the big smile he had while talking, her favourite blond hair and how he gesticulated while speaking. By that time, her feelings were completely lined. She declined her childishness and stubbornness to accept the fact that she obviously loved him. Her lips were able to form a small smile. He hadn't noticed her yet. I can do this, she thought.

"J." She whispered for the first time in five months. Her eyes were already closed again. He gasped.

"Did you just say J? That's me! I'm here, i'm right here, love. Can you hear me?" She squeezed his hand one time. Yes. He chortled. "You're so strong. I miss you so much." He started softly crying. She squeezed his hand two times. No. Don't cry, she wanted to say. "Alright, 's fine, 's fine. Gods, you're coming back. I bet Aphrodite is watching us closely." He chuckled but suddenly stopped. "I forgot we haven't talked about that yet, i'm sorry. I don't wanna be intrusive, you know. It's just, by what Nico has told me, well, you still liked me." She squeezed two times. "That's... that's great, love. But don't worry about that just yet. You should take some rest now, my love."

Five days. She had woken up every single one of them, but only listening. No squeezes, no talking, no looking. Just storing strength. She knew she was close to fully waking up. She was already able to keep track of the days. It was a Sunday, the day she received the most visits. It should be morning, because she only heard Nico's snorting. She slowly opened her eyes. The same place. Different clothes. She wondered who had changed them. Perhaps Will did. She systematically moved her arms, pushing herself to sit. Her back was laying at wall. She took a deep breath. It was going fine. She wanted to wake Nico up, but she decided to wait to see if she would be able to actually stay awake. About an hour later, Nico woke up by himself. He yawned and turned to her bed. She looked at him with a big smile. He jumped out of bed.

"Holy shit, (Y/N)! You're up! How- Wait! I need to- Wait! Don't fall asleep, I'll be right back!" She blinked slowly to sign 'ok'. He was back moments running later with a bunch of teenagers in pyjamas. They all froze at the door, staring at her. Hazel, Frank, Annabeth, Percy, Jason and even Piper. Hazel was the first one to wake up from the trance. She ran to her sister and hugged (Y/N).

"Ouch." She managed to say, reacting to the tight hug that made her head hurt.

"Right, sorry! I forgot. Wait, you speak!" Hazel answered and laughed. All of the others joined in, amazed by her friend, and started talking, telling everything she had missed. (Y/N) couldn't speed properly, only a few words like 'hi', 'ow', 'miss' and 'food'. Later that day, Will came to check on her. He said everything looked just fine, but that she should rest.

"Hey." Zeus' son said, once they were alone.

"Hi."

"Gods, it's so good to finally hear you again. I've talked to myself for a long time." They giggled softly. (Y/N) wasn't showing any signs of it, but that day had been extremely tiring. Her entire body hurt but she couldn't give up just yet.

"I... heard." She whispered. "A bit." Her eyes tried to close but she opened them wide, fighting her own nature. Jason noticed that.

"Hey, no need to over do it.” He brushed her cheek with his thumb.

"Sleep... here." She begged, placing her hand beside her. He froze for a moment, embarrassed. And then, with a rubor across his face, he sat on the bed beside her. She laid her head on his chest and quickly fell asleep.

“Go to sleep, love. We have all the time in the world.”

#percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #fluff imagine #percy jackson imagines #percy jackson fanfiction #jason grace #jason grace x reader #jasonissocutehelp #nico di angelo #nico di angelo x reader #daughter of hades #pls send requests

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foxie-roxie · 4 years ago

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why rayllum is a fuckin masterpiece part 2 electric boogaloo

*SMACKS CHALKBOARD* WE’RE BACK

this is abt s2 bc apparently im now doing this in parts ok

however before we move on remember that callum pushed away the boat so they could walk. you’re welcome

MOVING ON

first off.

*walks over to rayla and smacks her head* THIS BITCH CAN FIT SO MUCH PINING IN HER

n e ways

first. THEIR DYNAMIC ONLY IMPROVES. it’s clear that callum and rayla are becoming closer in this season, as we see how rayla has become a bit protective of callum. FOR EXAMPLE, we see that claudia and soren try to use a sleep spell on her, but she resists it with a rose thorn. after they fight, callum shows up and after him being a Pining Dumbass with claudia (and both rayla and soren being fucking done with them), we see that rayla is DEADSET ON NOT TRUSTING THEM

they argue about this over and over, and rayla insists they can’t trust them. callum understands that she believes it, but he’s known claudia and soren for years. “yOu AnD i DoNt HaVe ThAt YeT” *looks at s3* LIAR!

and then we get to the conflict. callum hears from claudia that harrow is dead, and rayla’s like “Oh Fuck” and then rayla tries to explain herself and admits that she was in the wrong. callum isn’t exactly angry at rayla (while he is a bit), he’s wondering how to tell ezran their dad is gone.

the next scene we have with both of them is CALLUM SEEKING COMFORT IN RAYLA

once again. “YoU aNd I dOn’T hAvE tHaT yEt” “i DoN’t ThInK oF hEr “ThAt WaY” WHY THE FUCK U LYING. WHY U ALWAYS L Y I N G

callum admits to rayla that he couldn’t do it and they have a scene that has more hurt/comfort than any of DJNessling’s fics (go follow her, deetheteadrinkingdragon on tumblr/AO3 and DJNessling on twitter) and lemme just *chugs rayllum juice* delicious

claudia and soren want to come along with callum and the rest of the dragang and rayla quickly makes her opinion known. they cannot trust soren and claudia. but how do they figure out it’s a trap? well, they do that through illusions.

AND THIS IS WHEN WE *REALLY* GET FED.

second half of s2 time let’s go

first off, THE S Y M B O L I S M. callum turning away from claudia, turning towards rayla. *FLIPS TABLE* AND UR TELLING ME RAYLLUM WASN’T PLANNED AT ALL?!

first off, callum being willing to walk around a fucking GIANT ASS LAKE so rayla doesnt have to go on a boat is fucking adorable (thesefuckersrllydobepiningtho)

second. THE BOAT SCENE PART 2. G O D D A M N

the fact there was literally a lightning bolt between them? like a SPARK?? HELLO?????? rayla is once again pining af

rayla’s “if you die out there, i swear i’ll kill you!” before her face softens into genuine worry. ONCE AGAIN SHE IS NOT SUBTLE

rayla comforting callum after he couldn’t do it and HUGGING HIM and that soft lil “good.” STFG THEY’RE TRYNA GIVE ME A HEART ATTACK.

but.. unfortunately, callum is quite the DUMBASS. as we know, rayla goes off to protect the dragon and callum (after DRAWING HER. AHEM. SIR I DIAGNOSE U WITH P I N I N G) comes up with the GRAND IDEA of using dark magic to help her. it didn’t end well, so now he’s sick, in a coma, and has a fever. FANTASTIC! <3

corvus shows up and reveals to ezran that his dad is dead, so he “goes on a walk” and after a bit corvus leaves rayla to go find him.

*RUBS MY CLAWS TOGETHER* THIS IS THE ANGSTY PART.

callum is going through Some Shit in his head, but let’s focus on rayla. she seems to be aloof and not care at first, but after he says “help! help..” rayla begins to soften with the quote “you’re gonna be okay... you big dumb human” which im p sure made the whole fandom go bonkers.

and then callum starts panting, as if he’s drowning (FUCK YOU FEVER DREAM) and then rayla Panicks

AND THE OH SO FATEFUL QUOTE.

“I can’t lose you like this, you mean too much to me! Callum, I.. I-” *callum wakes up and the whole fandom is abt to die of cardiac arrest*

ANYWAY THAT WAS ME RAMBLING PT 2. MIGHT RAMBLE MORE LATER OR TOMORROW. WHO KNOWS

#rayllum #rayla #callum #ezran #corvus #claudia #tdp #the dragon prince #tdp s2

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smallestclowninthecircus · 4 years ago

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Season 4 notes

Ep 121: mmmm tape recorder turning on without them knowing goes brrr. AAAhjhdsjfhjdf "do you mind if i call you jon" its like "can i call you elias?" is this the dream guy with the tendrils? who wants to bet the boat is captained by peter lukas? big man if it killed yall how are you still here. oh boy the tape is doin that thing. who do we think it is? did he wake up? hmm. ep 122: lol jon. 6 months!?!? bruh quit movin big man. he just Knows things sometimes you know how it is. nah b/c i can relate to feeling like other ppl/ things arent real, thats the biggest mood BUT i think it is kinda pretentious to entertain the idea that youre the only Real person. If you dont see a body dont believe it. i'll hold out hope for a bit. theres not a new archivist is there? surely i wouldve heard about that. oh god peter what changes did you make. ep 123: web development. hope its about spiders. she blames him. bruh why. if they hadnt done anything the world would've ended piss off melanie. why are ppl acting like he chose to be in a coma for 6 months. we know this they just appear. no longer "head archivist of the magnus institute, london" now he's just "the archivist" covered in spiders? cuz ik the spider has to do with controlling what youre doing and all this stuff but i cant think of how this connects to that. ep 124: ugh vertigo. is michael crew an old man? oooh. fairchild. how did he know it was martin? hmm. GRR I LOST MY NOTES AGAIN. FROM EPISODE 125 - part of 131. ep 131: bruh he's so hard to understand big man ur voice is so low. Jared Hotworth. the boneturner. "the ones i helped find their proper bodies" name a better top surgeon? our favorite trans ally? ep 132: woo field trip into the coffin! static lol. he says "chill out im just poppin in for a quick recall mission" is the rib thing actually gonna work? bruh it feels so odd and contrived but he's an odd man with some odd powers so idk. rip that archivist ayyy statement time. voices? recordings? are those tape recorders? was it the tape recorders? did they pull him back? i hope so b/c if the rib thing actually worked im gonna be so disappointed. ep 133: predicting the lonely? tundra. like the lukases. hmm. sanikova! like sanikov land. so its the hunt? i suppose? yeah. so daisy's clearly rejecting the hunt, which makes sense cuz she doesnt seem to like the entities that much. wait so are we just not gonna talk abt all the tapes playing on the ground?? no? ep 134: not an archival assistant anymore? Adelard Decker (or however you spell it) i recognize that name. 15th power. i was right there are 15. the extinction? im trying to remember what ive heard. oooh spooky. no i gotta be real i dont understand this fear but i'll believe you that its a thing. ew lukas is so squealy. lukas can turn invisible? oh boy. oooh martin put the tape recorders there. lol lukas is worried he's gonna be an avatar of the eye. ep 135: yoo its the third Daedalus statement! maxwell rayner (reiner? reigner?) i dont know who that is but ik its somebody. is he the cult leader guy? church of the divine host? 4 people?? what? did they kidnap somebody and keep them up there?? oh dear jon are you dying? did he try to See or Know or whatever? why does everyone call basira detective lol. ep 136: he was the one from the spider movie that ate ppl right? the special effects artist? is it annabelle cane? "its a joke jon" lol. hmm they wanted to record the therapy session with melanie? i wonder who that is. i almost wanna guess annabelle cane but im not sure. ep 137: this is the one! he went to the other place and read the war statement but it wasnt the one she took. not the music again. sounds like the slaughter. who the heck is eric lol. "the watcher's crown" like the crown of eyes we saw in the piccrew ep 138: oh boy Robert Smirk time. is that elias? as unhelpful as usual. if new powers can be "born" can others die out? did jonah magnus wear the watchers crown? maybe they were born from our fear or maybe our fears were born from them. ceaseless watcher does ceaselessly watch so. idk what you want

big man. yeah jonah for sure did something. ep 139: agnes!! lol that one dude threw off all their plans thats so funny. BUT this does tell us something. the tree in the backyard of the hilltop house? not made by her. it going down didnt kill agnes. im guessing gertrude tied agnes to the house using the tree? u good jon? cuz every time you try to Know smth intentionally it seems like it causes you great pain. how come he can do it accidentally with no problem but the second he wants to know smth of plot relevance he gets a headache or whatever ep 140: lol pagan exultation. classic. "oh thats my rib" lmaoo. ppl are always so mad at jon and his Eye powers except when it benefits them. they're like "oh you shouldnt do that its not right" and then all of a sudden they want to know something and its all "oh cmon jon its the only way" ep 142: oh god jon what did you do. its interesting she's giving her statement in the way that they do when jon Asks. did he see her in the Coffin? and so he's following her? ok cmon jon you're supposed to let them come to you. lmao ikr martin. "start to hear the blood" "suure." lmao ep 143: lol that awkward moment when gertrude is already dead. big J if you die im gonna kill you. bruh. ayo helen? i guess it worked? ep 144: lol this reminds me of that one edgar allan poe story where he kills the old dude with the weird eye. spooky music stuff. lol thats my favorite symptom of a heart attack its hilarious. so its smth abt the location probably? bro i feel like you should write down the numbers idk. 162830165049 564846474827. seems like the distortion? like the kinda thing that causes you to go crazy because of the numbers. oh boy is it the extinction again. bro what?? im?? his dad just died and he's like eh. martin dont be mean. he's being all lonely again. big man ur pushing ppl away. oh god its fucking squealy boy. ep 145: that almost sounds like breekon/hope... Arthur? agnes. aah was he from the lightless flame cult. a tree. lol he's just ranting rn. hehehe fuck landlords amirite. yay someone tells jon outright to go to therapy. now do it big man. ep 146: oh great! the distortion! i'm making a spiral themed building in mc right now! jon maybe accept you did a bad? nah this goes back to what i said before. they're fine with him compelling ppl when its convenient for them but otherwise its "no jon you cant, youre a monster jon" the tapes didnt turn on. i spose that means its not important? i agree with daisy, this seems unecessarily dangerous. ep 147: is that a tape? the first tape? well that went better than i expected tbh. BAHAKJASHDJKF she did the "can i call you jon" like nikola says "elias, can i call you elias?" damn annabelle is such a girlboss. oh! the one thing from the picrew. its been a while since ive connected smth to that. lol all the other avatars always talk abt their patron so lovingly and the jon just. absolutely hates the eye. ep 148: lol thats the most elias thing. "i just like the way it sounds" ep 149: did he disappear? bruhh. ur lonely powers are popping off i guess. oops i accidentally deleted my notes for 150 - 152 ep 153: thats the cult right? yeah. it doesnt sound like the church of the divine host? idk. if it is the church of the divine host then they worship the dark right? so is the eleventh the dark star or wtvr? it almost sounds like the corruption b/c of the oil or grease or whatever. oh dear what happened. oh its the hunters. theyre so annyoing. not an "it" he has a name. he's a person. is this a page from the skin book? ep 154: oh shit this is gerry's dad! oh shit he quit! oh dear god. jon don't you do it. haha martin. yeahhhh... is he gonna tell the others? cuz you know theyre gonna get mad if he doesnt. oh also picrew connection! the bandages over the eyes? yeah thats this im guessing. ep 155: oh good he told them. oh my god what did you do. lol i have no mouth and i must scream. nah you get none of my sympathy you're straight up murdering ppl. its like the desolation, destroying lives to sustain your own. ok but taking their statements doesnt

kill them. oh... bye melanie. ep 156: lmao imagine if the tape recorder spoke back. oh boy decker! i swear we got a statement from him already. oh god mirrors scary. They're gonna eat the body arent they. Yup... sounds like the flesh or the slaughter, but I'm not sure. Could be the extinction for sure. Smth at the center! Like Helen mentioned. God Peter you dick. Ep 157: peter's just so :/ another decker statement i see. a statement about the corruption? hmm. maybe its not abt the corruption. the extinction. lol pandemics. topical. John Amherst. helen? lol i can hear admiral purring in the background. oh cmon helen dont be like that. im trying real hard to like you but you make it so difficult. ep 158: did they fucking free the stranger? im gonna lose it. you absolute dumbass. im sorry who is that? jonah magnus? my guy. peter. you absolute dickhead. that's elias. (im p sure i had this spoiled for me that elias is jonah) oh dear this is her death. god peter you prick. i hope this is a pop off martin moment and not a "martin you idiot" moment. i hope the hunters kill the stranger entity. or she kills them. furry daisy pop off! yeah fuck you peter martin can make his own decisions. you know that clip from Twisted where jafar says "ok what the fuck was that" martin D: ok like i know its gonna work but still D: D: ep 159: peter you bitchboy. because if im alone i cant hurt anyone else. imnotgonnacryimnotgonnacryimnotgonnacry do it do it do it do it. pop off jon. ok its a pretty good idea for a ritual i gotta be honest. she didnt even have to blow it up lol. oh dear that was certainly a noise. "he gets you" did he not have jon already? he's back! our boy is back! awwww thats so cute. ep 160: oh right this is the thing in the safe house. i love him. "obviously im going to tell you if i see any good cows" martin my beloved <3 :)) oh boy who is this. fuckin. people. jonah you dick. gahh. you can tell he's trying to resist so hard lol. ohh. hehe keep an *eye* on him. altho if the extinction is a real thing he needs to be marked by that right? lol he sounds so intense im sorry- i want martin to just burst in and be like "look at this cow i saw!" its so dramatic and for why.

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slashingdisneypasta · 5 years ago

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Slashers x Reader(Mostly Chucky and Michael) || Oneshot

Title: Sometimes Its Best Not To Decide //or// She Will Always Unlock The Door

Notes:

Chucky is in human form here.

This is a strange ass AU where all the Slashers live in the same time(Including billy and Stu) that caters to my needs to write this shot.

Plot:

You want a normal life, but you will always let the dark in. Even if you don't want it.

Warnings: Swearing, mention of blood? mention of Sawyers?

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It’s been months since I last saw them, so I figured I was okay. I could do this; I could take that last step into a normal life. My final, best chapter.

So, I took the plunge, the risk. I said yes to a nice boy, with glasses who wears a tie at the coffee shop and paid for my drink for me in the morning, and we went out earlier this evening. Everything went great, it was like a fairytale, compared to how the rest of my life has been.

When we nearly kissed is when things went downhill.

As soon as his nose brushed on mine, feather light and not heated at all - nice, -, that’s when the loud, barking knocks on my front door started.

And I knew immediately who it had to be of course, but I still hoped it was just a really, really enthusiastic salesperson.

At 11 at night.

Of course, I was right initially, and the minute I opened that door all hell broke loose. Michael’s brought in from the rain, getting puddles of blood and water all over my damn floor and Chucky drops him on my perfect cream coloured couch. “What the hell happened to him??” I’m asking, hyper aware that he’s injured but Danial is still standing right there by the kitchen doorway, adorably confused. I round on Chucky, who doesn’t seem as concerned as he should be, seeing the situation. “What do you want??”

“Well, I tried to put him down when I found him but then he threw a fucking handful of mud in my face,” He wipes some of what’s left of the mud, off his face. “And kept trying to come here so I came along.”

“Why??” I wouldn’t have stopped the rude lilt to my tone just then if I could have. He just looks amused, at my anguish though and turns back to the bleeding murderer on my couch, which is turning red. I glance at Danial, fearing his reaction, then turn back pleadingly to Chucky. As if him and Michael leaving now will make things easier at all for my poor, now self-destructing ‘normal life’. “Can’t you just leave? Michael will be fine- Michael you’ll be fine. You always are. Take off the mask and go to Hospital- Chucky. I’m on a date.” I clasp my hands together and try to ignore the pinging guilt in my gut for trying to get rid of them, when I know Michaels in pain. But I told them, I can’t be a part of this anymore! I don’t want it; I don’t want his life!

“Aww, doll, you’re gonna abandon him in a time of need? Here I thought you were the good one.”

“Fuck you!” I am the good one, which is why I don’t want anything to do with this. First it’s Michael and Chucky, then I start getting dreams again, and Jason thinks its okay to come over when he’s lonely, I’ll get phone calls from Billy, and then I’ll have the whole fucking Sawyer clan in my home. As much as it hurts, and has downsides like leaving my friends, I cannot be connected to this anymore. I can’t say it enough! I want a normal life! And they know that! “Get out, get out of my house. And make sure to tell Drayton on your travels that this is not a stowaway home and to stop sending me letters with money, I don’t care how much he can pay me.” I put a hand on Chucky’s back and attempt to push him out of the house. I nearly succeed because he’s letting me by some miracle until he turns out of my clutches and back into the living room. Damnit!

I watch, hopelessly as he plops himself down in an armchair. And turns… to… Danial. “So, you’re the new toy?”

“U-Um, sorry? I-s that Michael Myers? Are you- “

“Charles Lee Ray, nice to meet you. Y/N tell you we’re old buddies?” A devious smirk reaches his lips, and he really is a concerning picture right then. With wild hair and a muddy coat. Oh crap, he’s getting mud on my armchair. “No, I guess she wouldn’t. Too much of a priss to be connected to me.” A second passes and Chucky raises his eyebrows like he just remembered something. “Oh! Have you heard of Fredrick Krueger? He was on the news some years back, she’s pals with him to-“To stop him from talking, I grab a pillow and viciously hit him in the face with it.

Then I kneel down and put it under Michaels head, carefully. I guess there’s no getting rid of them now, the damage is done.

Danial looks to me, looking horrified myself even compared to his pale face. Quickly, I go towards him and try to explain. “I knew him as a kid, I don’t hurt people Danial- “What else can I say? Its best to be straight to the point and focused then to jabber on. I’ve done this all before.

Slowly, he nods. As if he understands. But he doesn’t look at my face, just the floor and occasionally he glances at either Michael or Chucky. “I think I need to go home, Y/N. I, I’m sorry.”

“No, I am.” I sigh, with a severely heavy heart as he walks past me knelt on the floor by the infamous Michael Myers, and leaves. As soon as the door shuts and the sound of rain is muffled, I turn furiously to Chucky. “You should be sorry, too.”

He levels with me, eyes going dark and smirk twisting into a dangerous grimace. “Look, Y/N, you let us in- “

“You pushed your way in! -“

“Irrelevant. You knew who would be at the door, more or less. You knew it would be one of us at least. You can try to pretend to be Plain Jane all you like, but when the wolf comes knocking on your door, you will always open it for him. Your soul is slate grey, get the fuck over it.”

I can’t agree with that because that life, is not what I want. But I can’t disagree either because the simple fact that Michaels hair between my fingers, as I comfort him mask-less makes me feel warm inside. Comfortable, in the right place.

While I get up and grab the medical kit, Chucky pulls out a cigarette and a lighter and lights up, and Michael shifts on the couch tiredly. “I didn’t come up with the Plain Jane thing, by the way. That was Ghostface boy.”

“So, this has been a topic of conversation??” I ask, sternly, half a decibel from vicious really. He chuckles, and nods, causing me to sigh heavily and start looking for Michael’s wound. Really, it could be anywhere. His outfits ripped up in places and there’s blood everywhere. Probably not all his, but it’s still very confusing.

He blows tobacco smoke into my living room. “Hehe, yep.” I find the wound and clear the area, to start cleaning it. Its on Michaels side, as if someone took a machete Jason style and wacked him right in the side with it. Not too deep, though. He’s just lost a lot of blood. I get a roll of toilet paper and get to work cleaning the area. It smells terrible. I don’t think people talk about the smell, enough. It really is rank. At least for me. So metallic, and totally unbreathable.

Quietly, I excuse my actions to them both. “I just don’t think, that because I love you,” And, by that, I mean all of them. Someone had to in this life and I guess that’s me, despite everything they’ve done. That’s what I tell myself. “That I should be taken away from my life, because of it.”

“But, there’s a part of you that loves it. The chaos and danger. Every good girl does, and yours grows every time one of us contacts you.”

“How dare you be so deep.” I half joke, carefully cleaning closer to the gash so Michael won’t move. When I’m done with that, I throw the tissues indifferently to the floor, where Chucky already tread mud. Its not like it can get any worse. Not wanting to talk about this anymore, I start sewing up Michael, feigning the fact that I need to concentrate. I know Chucky knows that, at this point, I don’t need to concentrate when doing this -I’ve stitched him and the rest up enough times to do it with my eyes closed,- but he grants me a few minutes of silence, thank goodness.

When I finish, I wipe the area quickly, but carefully to get every possibly infected spot with a medical wipe and get up. “Michael, you should be okay in the morning. I mean, I would recommend to anyone but you that you should rest for a few more days, but I know you wont. So, I’m just putting that idea out there at this point.” Wiping blood off my hands and onto my jeans -date jeans!!- I turn tiredly to Chucky who’s just quietly chain smoking away on the chair. “Are you gonna stay tonight? Cuz if you are, you’re taking a shower. You already owe me 15 bucks to get the mud out of that chair.”

“A gracious offer, but I got a hiding place for tonight.” He aims a dirty smirk at me then, hinting at something about his new hiding place that I really don’t want to think too hard about, and then pushes off the chair. He walks on by me, but before he can pass, he stops and turns to me one last time. “Think about what I said, Y/N. You’re lucky you get to live both worlds- even with us crashing into this one too often. If it were up to just Michael or Jason, or even Freddy, and definitely those crazy hick Sawyers, you wouldn’t see normal life again. You’d be kept in a basement, or a coma. Be happy with what you have, because we love you too. But not enough to respect your freedom if you go too far.” He looks down at me carefully through his hair. “Got it?”

Same old threats… “Yeah, I got it.” … But they’re getting closer to being real, I know that. Not all the love and care in the world could change their inability to handle loss without a fight. And if it came to a fight, I would most definitely lose.

A few minutes after he leaves, I check on Michael again and find he’s sleeping peacefully on the couch. If I was honest with myself, I like him there. I like having him around- I like having them all around. A musty old forest zombie isn’t so scary when you come to feel safe with him around, and nightmares aren’t so bad when they include mostly bad puns and dad jokes. Just like a crazy, possibly incestuous, definitely cannibalistic and slightly off the hanger family isn’t unbearable when they leave aside a plate of veggies just for you because they know you won’t eat human.

I love them, and I want them around. And if I was honest with Chucky, I would agree that I couldn’t survive without the splash of danger and extraordinary in my life. But I won’t, because if I do then I’m locked in, but then again if I say it isn’t true then I’m lying to myself. And he might leave and take the rest with him. So, sometimes it’s best not to decide.

Finally, I turn off the light and whisper goodnight to Michael and go to bed.

#Slashers x Reader #Chucky #Charles Lee Ray #Chucky x Reader #Michael Myers x Reader #Sawyer Family #Drayton Sawyer #Jason Voorhees #Freddy Krueger #Ghostface #Stu Macher #Billy Loomis #Sometimes Its Best Not To Decide #She Will Always Unlock The Door

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chaotic-neutral-toga · 4 years ago

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i’ve spent the entire time since my last post on this and holy fuck i want to fall into a coma

um okay i just thought up a zodiac based story plot thing and uyvbuhyb

okay so there’s this god-like thing but not exactly gods, i guess the “souls” of concepts, maybe?? so like those ones are infinite, not really but like they are, it’s confusing on purpose, but the zodiac are one of a kind each, Thing is they’re kinda destructive. Some do it because they can/want to, some do it because they don’t understand what’s wrong with it (they weren’t really ‘disciplined” or “taught”, so morality is kinda lost on them), and some are more kind, but still dangerous. In classic story fashion, they get sent down to the human world to become accustomed to morals, ethics, and just having a more grounded life. anyway characters

Pisces is autistic (yes im projecting a little) and destruction was the her way of stimming (other than snuggling in a hug with someone). When she gets to Earth, she does things that are “weird” to humans, since out of all of the zodiacs, she has the hardest time grasping the concept of the human world besides stuff she already knew(water and other stuff her sign rules). She’s fairly kind and compassionate, but has no tolerance for liars or anyone that gets on her bad side, which is a side even Aries sweats over. She likes puns (once they’re explained to her), and never understands innuendos or dirty jokes unless they’re really obvious. [Colors for her design: Mauve, Lilac, Violet, Sea Green. Closest Relationships: Virgo and Taurus. Human Name: Clementine.] Panromantic Demisexual

Aries is a bit reckless/destructive, to the point of idiotic sometimes, but he really does have the best intentions with most things he does. You can’t really blame someone for not knowing what they shouldn't do when they were never taught they had limits or boundaries that could be pushed. He can be bossy at times, but it’s usually because he knows his fellow Zodiacs well, and he can tell when they need someone to tell them what to do before they end up arguing over different ideas. Fire is the element he rules over, therefore it was one of the few human concepts he knew, so he took a quick liking to smores; it’s a sweet thing made over fire, what’s not to love? When he’s not riled up over something, he’s just a really passionate and affectionate friend. He identifies as an Androgynous Trigender, sometimes feeling like a boy, sometimes a girl, and sometimes agender, while preferring to use he/him pronouns. [Colors for his design: Red why the fuck does he only get 1 color wtf is this inequality. Closest Relationships: Libra and Leo. Human Name: Everett.] Aromantic Asexual(will kiss the homies uwu)

Taurus is pretty calm, but they can and will destroy you(verbally). They speak their mind and try their best to be honest, even if the truth is painful or undesirable. When dealing with problems, he keeps a straight face(facade or not), but lets his emotions out when it’s over (aka pouting as Cancer give them calming head pats). Because they’re one of the only ones who took to cooking (and one of the quickest to become relatively easily-adjusted to Earth), at times, they tend to be in a sort of parental role when interacting with the others. They can get frustrated with too much stress (aka more calming head pats), but they can usually work through it well enough. When it comes to love, he becomes flustered surprisingly easy, though this is technically hypothetical, as they haven’t encountered any romantic situations yet. Upon coming to Earth, Taurus discovered he’s allergic to reptiles, especially snakes, which makes his friendship with Scorpio, who will not give up his precious boop noodle, a bit rocky. He uses he/they pronouns. [Colors for his design: Green, Pink. Closest Relationships: Scorpio and Cancer. Human Name: Beau, pronounced Bo.] Gay

Gemini was probably the most optimistic of the bunch when they were first sent to Earth; she isn’t reckless, but she does live for the thrill. She has fun watching drama as long as it’s just harmless bickering, and she’ll stop any serious fights. She's a bit slow at reading the air sometimes, which is one of the few things that make her feel insecure. Even if she comes off as prideful or uncaring, she truly does treasure all her friends, and would move mountains for them. She is an ADHD Lesbian, so she has the awful pun of GA(Y)DHD. [Colors for her design: Light-Green, Yellow. Closest Relationships: Sagittarius and Aquarius. Human Name: Mikaela.] Lesbian

Virgo has a somewhat obvious crush on Pisces- not everyone knows, but it’s not rocket science for the observant ones- and Pisces thinks he’s just being a really great friend.(Virgo: I am stoic and distant and won’t open my heart to anyone. Pisces: Hi! Virgo: FUCK-). It’s easy for him to stress or obsess over something, and not give himself any room for imperfection. He’s one of the less outwardly destructive zodiacs, but internally, he tries to do too much and puts too much pressure on himself, which is never a good thing to do. Sometimes due to stress, he’ll isolate himself for a bit, but he gets very touch-starved very easily.. which makes it even more confusing how the snugly Pisces doesn't notice his feelings. [Colors for his design: Grey, Beige, Pale-Yellow. Closest Relationships: Pisces and Cancer. Human Name: Ezra.] get em boys, we found a Hetero

Libra is a quiet one, usually collecting information from afar before interjecting. He likes being helpful since he’s aware that he sometimes overthinks interaction. Asking him questions can be confusing, as he usually answers with simple “yes”’s and “no”’s. He enjoys reading fairytales; no real reason, he just likes them. He has Sensory Processing Disorder, which simultaneously makes him the dad and the baby of the group. [Colors for his design: Pink, Green. Closest Relationships: Aries and Sagittarius. Human Name: Libra, which is luckily an actual greek name.] Bi

Leo is a rowdy girl to say the least. She’s loves just horsing around with her friends, usually in the manner of play-fighting and tackle hugs. If you didn’t guess, she’s one of the more destructive Zodiacs, even on Earth. She denies ever doing things when confronted, though it doesn’t work most of the time (”Whaaat, I didn’t break that vase, that was Aries, right bro?” “Hey, don’t pin this on me!” “BRO-”). She is extremely loyal to the people she cares for, which could cross into naivety if she chose the wrong person as her friend. While she definitely isn't the motherly type, if one of her friends really needs to be comforted, she’ll sit them on her lap and stroke their head(she stronk owo). Though normally upbeat, she becomes somber in grim-looking situations, to the point of pessimistic. [Colors for her design: Gold, Yellow, Orange. Closest Relationships: Aquarius and Gemini. Human Name: Amaterasu.] Demiromantic Asexual

Scorpio has a pet boop noodle(baby ball python) that he almost stole before Taurus payed for it, which is when they discovered Taurus is allergic. They’re an overall cold and distant person, but they’re not completely shut-off; they just have a hard time warming up to people. Because of this, he holds grudges for a long time when his carefully-placed trust is betrayed. He seems to sometimes just appear and disappear during discussions with anyone noticing until he suddenly speaks up or they want to talk to him(spoiler alert: he’s just quiet). He’s very cute and peaceful when sleeping. [Colors for his design: Scarlet, Red, Rust. Closest Relationships: Taurus and Cancer. Human Name: Phoenix.] Arospike Aceflux

Cancer is very much a big sister to most, if not all, the Zodiacs. She has a caring air about her and can adjust to suit the boundaries of her friends. She herself is quite sensitive- though no one’s ever seen her like that- and she never wants her friends to feel that way. Besides that, she takes great interest in human pleasantries, such as sweet food, cameras, and lullabies. While she prefers to be the mediator during fights, if someone, say, insulted her friend and wouldn’t back off, she would lash back with a stone cold fury; the shock value alone gives her an advantage in those situations. [Colors for her design: White again with only one color wtf im adding my own, Pale-Orange, Various Yellows. Closest Relationships: Capricorn and Taurus. Human Name: June.] Questioning Asexual

Sagittarius is one of those aggressively positive people, saying what they want with no filter. They don’t take any shit from anyone, no matter who they are. She’s very free-spirited, but she’s not unguided; she knows what she wants and when she wants it. She’s never really hurt by anything, brushing and laughing things off almost immediately. She can get quite impatient, to the point of childishly whining. I’d bet 50 bucks that she was the first Zodiac to “discover” alcohol. [Colors for her design: Blue, Deep Purples, Browns. Closest Relationships: Gemini and Aries. Human Name: Nova.] Butch Grey-Aromantic Homosexual/Femmesexual

Aquarius is an analytical and selfless individual. They approach solutions to situations practically and objectively, even if their heart tells them otherwise. They keep their emotions bottled up most of the time, and if they’re doing something, there’s a high chance they’re doing it for someone else. Before, that was okay, since it was just the Zodiacs; but on Earth, it makes her a bit of a doormat. She’s one of the more morally-misguided Zodiacs, and she can’t really identify when something is criminal. She has a hard time remembering that she can’t say things like “human pleasantries” or call people insignificant compared to herself. They like being alone a lot, but they’re not antisocial. [Colors for her design: Light-Blue, Silver. Closest Relationships: Leo and Sagittarius. Human Name: Aqua no she did not try.] Aromantic Asexual(will not kiss the homies u~u)

Capricorn is pretty much “i’m surrounded by idiots”, but they’re his idiots and he knows he loves them. He doesn't look anything special, but he can and will throw you across the room if you fuck with him or his idiots, especially when he’s tired. He is peak sarcastic bitch and has pretty solid bullshit detector. If one of the Zodiacs is asleep where they shouldn’t be or they’re just leaving somewhere, he usually hoists them over his shoulder. He’s generally reserved but the Hug Pile™, or really extreme amounts of platonic affection in general, make him really soft; half because he’s surprised that they honestly care for him that much. [Colors for his design: Brown, Black, Grey, Yellow, Yellow-Orange. Closest Relationships: Taurus and Cancer. Human Name: Kai.] Aromantic Asexual(will be kissed by the homies owo)

holy fukcing shit is that it. am i finally fucking done. oh sweet jesus im crying this took me so fucking long

sorry if anyone was worried about me, i’m fine. Art, drabbles, and headcanons for this are allowed, but please link this post and/or tag me(or just send it in asks). i’ll try to be productive on this, tho itll probably be in the form of mini scenarios and incorrect quotes.

Here are the songs that kept me from kms while i made this: Lost One’s Weeping by Neru, Namine Ritsu-Error by kyaami, Yukune Ruko-I Don’t Wanna Know by Narcissus, Nakakapagpabagabag by Dasu, Madness of Duke Venomania Eng Sub by IkuSuperbia, v flower-Close to You by kyaami, My Nocturnal Serenade by YOHIO, Len’s Growl-Ghost Rule by Teto Chan!, Fukase English-Never Gonna Give You Up, Fukase English-Your Reality.

pls feed me validation on this i tried so hard my brain hurts

#my story #big post #zodiac #zodiac story #human zodiac

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brideofedoras · 5 years ago

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Soulbound

Disclaimer: the usual... I only own my OCs

Word count: 3200+

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Stalking, mentions of self-harm/scarring

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Her chest grew tight again at the detective’s words. “That case… haunted him,” she gripped the table Arnold was laid out on when her knees wobbled. “He… Daddy always called me every night to let me know he made it home. It didn’t matter how late. I knew by the tone of his voice if it was a good day or bad, if the case was solved or if it was a rough one. He hated that the trail went cold on him.” She winced when her lungs rattled on a breath. “But he was like a dog with a bone.”

“He wouldn’t let it go,” John nodded. “Marty and I helped Sam on that case when we could, but a big lead on inSyndicate dropped right into our laps. Sam tabled his investigation to join me on that raid.” Haunted hazel eyes met hers. “I should’ve told him no.”

She shook her head. “Daddy always did what he wanted, you know that probably as well as I do,” her voice rasped as her lungs constricted. She patted at her pockets as she pushed the words she needed to say out, “He talked about you... a… a lot, Detec...tive, he thought the w… world of you… and y… your dad.” Her vision greyed at the edges.

“Emily, where’s your inhaler?” Rudy’s voice sounded muffled.

“She left it on her desk,” John shoved away from the table, jogging to the desk and returning quickly. “Here,” he uncapped the inhaler before he pressed it in Emily’s hand.

Emily’s hand shook as she lifted it up to dose herself. “S-sorry,” she rasped out. “Anx-anxiety is sky-high.”

“Do you have medication for the anxiety?” Dorian asked, cupping her elbow to guide her to her desk.

She nodded as she sank into her desk chair. “It doesn’t help.” She wrapped her arms around her stomach. “What did you find on our friend Arnold’s ownership history?”

“Three owners have been registered, but I don’t believe the last owner legally acquired him,” the DRN looked over his shoulder at John. “I’ve sent everything I’ve uncovered so far to you but I need to look at his memory again.”

John nodded. “I’ll call Maldonado and let her know what we’ve found so far,” he stepped back as he pulled out his phone. “You gonna be okay?” He turned back to Emily.

She lifted her eyes to his, surprise flooding her to find genuine concern in his hazels. She shrugged, “I just need to keep busy.”

He frowned. “Can you get me a list of the…” he motioned toward her computer, “... uh, product that uses the same type of synthetic skin and a list of stores that carry those things?”

“I was already working on it before you guys arrived,” she twisted her chair to face her computer. She reached for her notebook instead, not willing to turn the monitor back on if Kennex was still standing behind her. “I’ll get the list to you before I go home tonight.”

“Thanks.”

When he didn’t walk away she turned her head to look over his shoulder. “Is there anything else, Detective?”

He hesitated before shaking his head. “No… Actually, yes.”

Her brow furrowed as she avoided meeting his eyes.

“Sam preferred using notebooks to tablets and computers for his notes,” he propped his hands on his hips. “Always wrote everything down before typing them up for official documentation.”

“He said by writing things by hand helped him retain information better,” she shrugged. “And typing them up further ingrained the information into his memory. Sure, he could record the interviews and review the audio and visual later but this way he could jot down facial expressions, make notes on body language, tone of voice, eyes, little details you can’t see clearly when reviewing any recordings of the initial interviews.”

“Huh,” John frowned thoughtfully. “Never thought of that.”

“Daddy was old school,” she shrugged.

“And you?” He motioned to her notebook.

“It’s easier.”

It doesn’t irritate the scarring on my left arm.

She kept that to herself. “I’m sure you have more important things to do than discuss the merits of archaic forms of taking notes, Detective Kennex,” she tugged at the cuff of her left sleeve when she realized she could see the faint line of an old scar. “I need to finish compiling that list for you, anyway.”

She waited for him to walk away before she turned the computer screen on.

“It’s Kennex,” she heard him as he paced away. “Hey, you remember Sam’s last case? The Community U murders? I need everything we got on that case. We’ve got a new lead. That android at the bank heist this morning? Dorian accessed some old footage from one of the murders. I want to be lead on this one. We’re still at Rudy’s, why? She’s stunned but otherwise fine, she’s working on getting a list compiled for me on the android.”

“John, you need to see this,” Dorian spoke up.

“Sandra, I’ll touch base once we get back to HQ, Dorian’s got something for me. What is it, D?”

Emily turned away from her computer and the unpleasant task of scrolling through sex toys (why the hell would anyone use toys that felt like that?) and made her way over. She halted in her tracks when both Dorian and Rudy looked at her, shaking their heads.

“Emily, you don’t need to see this,” Dorian immediately shut down the footage he was projecting.

But not before she saw the images.

Not before she saw her own face.

“That… That was me,” she stammered.

“Yeah,” Rudy nodded. “It looked like you were at Community University.”

“Dorian, pull it back up,” Emily approached the table.

“You don’t want to see this, Ms. Williams,” Dorian shook his head, his blue eyes flicking from hers to John when the detective moved to stand beside her.

“There for several months I felt like I was being followed,” she folded her arms over her stomach. “I’m not sure when it started but I remember a couple of my visits to the hospital, to see…” She shot a quick glance at John before looking away, “to see you, Detective. I mentioned it once or twice that I felt like I was being watched.”

“Do you remember when it started?” Kennex stepped in front of her.

She shook her head, tightening her arms around herself. “I was in a funk for a while, with losing Daddy and trying to keep going with my education and my dreams. There at first I thought it was my anxiety making me feel things… It may have been happening the entire time, I don’t… I don’t know,” she looked up with a silent apology in her eyes. “I just didn’t really realize it until a few days before I interviewed for the internship with Rudy, didn’t say anything to anyone until I told…”

“Until you told me,” he finished for her. “Why tell me, why tell someone in a coma?”

“I told Sandy,” she flashed an uneasy smile. “She knew. But without any proof, other than me getting anxious, there was nothing she could do. The department was already stretched thin, she couldn’t spare even an MX to shadow me. I made sure to always be vigilant about my surroundings. I was either at school, here at the lab, or at the hospital. I always texted Sandy to let her know where I was, and every night when I got home I made sure every window was secured and the door was locked up.”

“Emily has three locks on her door,” Rudy interjected.

“Do you have a gun?” Kennex shot Lom an exasperated look for the unnecessary interruption.

“Daddy’s guns are locked up in a safe in the back of my closet,” she frowned. “I don’t know how to handle a weapon.”

“You’re gonna learn.”

Her eyes widened at the do not argue with me, you’re gonna do it whether you like it or not look he leveled on her. “I don’t like guns.”

“Doesn’t matter,” he grumbled. “Can’t believe Sam never taught you.”

“He was afraid it would trigger my anxiety and my asthma,” she pointed out. “I was afraid, too. Guns scare me. Just the thought of actually holding one in my hands is enough to spike my anxiety.”

“Ms. Williams,” Dorian spoke up, drawing her attention from the hard hazel eyes of the detective towering over her. “John’s right, you need to learn how to handle a gun. I can work with you to help you overcome your anxieties regarding firearms. With this case reopening, I’m afraid you’ll be stalked once more. Whoever it is thinks you know something.”

She shook her head, “But I don’t know anything about it,” she turned her attention back to John. “Daddy never told me any details about any of his cases. When he talked to me about his day, he would tell me if it was a good one or a bad one, if he was getting anywhere or if the lead turned cold, but he never told me anything else.”

“Sam was a damned good detective,” Kennex nodded. “He knew how far to bend the rules to get results. But you’re his daughter, they know that. And with you working with Rudy, working with us, that puts you in the spotlight again. We’ll make sure you’re safe, but you need to get a gun and learn how to use it.”

“And tell us immediately if you feel like you’re being watched or followed,” Dorian added. “John, I’ve downloaded the footage. I would feel better if Captain Maldonado was viewing it with Ms. Williams.”

The detective nodded in agreement, his jaw ticking. “No arguments, Emily,” he leveled that look on her again. “How long will it take to finish your list?”

“There are too many stores in the city for me to write them all down,” she reached up to massage her temples. “Most… the sketchiest ones are near the Wall and in the Koln Avenue District. I’ll get it typed up and sent to you--”

“If I could see the list, I could scan and send it out,” Dorian suggested. “You won’t need to type it up.”

“Finish up that list and head to the precinct,” John instructed her. “And call me when you’re on your way.”

“I don’t have your number,” she pointed out.

He sighed heavily before turning toward her desk. He pulled her notebook toward him and leaned over to write something down on a blank page. “I should get your number, too.”

Emily joined him at the desk, carefully taking the pen he held out to her. She wrote down her number before adding her name and gingerly tore it from the notebook. “Don’t lose it, I don’t give my number out to just anyone. I don’t want it falling into the wrong hands.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t lose it,” he promised as he took a step back. “Let me know when you’re heading to the precinct.”

She nodded, looking up to meet his hazel eyes. “Detective?”

“Yeah?” He stopped his retreat.

“Am I in danger?” She blanched at the slight tremor in her voice, but it could not be helped. Dorian’s refusal to let her view the footage he’d uncovered scared her.

“I don’t know,” he shook his head, his brow furrowing. “Sweetheart, I’m not gonna lie to you. I really don’t know if this is just old footage or if there’s more to this than we know or understand.”

She wrapped her arms around herself, one hand on her shoulder, the other on her hip in a defensive hug. That one word hurt, a stinging reminder of the chilling rejection weeks before. She closed her eyes and drew in a slow, steadying if rattly breath before exhaling. “I… um… I appreciate you being honest,” she cleared her throat to speak. I’ll arrange with Dorian about learning how to handle a gun, even though I don’t want to.”

“Emily,” he stepped forward. “I won’t let anything happen to you. Your dad was--”

Emily held her hands up, “If that’s the only reason you’re protecting me, because of some sense of duty to my dad, don’t bother. If you’ll excuse me, I’ve got work to do.”

“Emily--”

“I will call when I’ve got the list finished, Detective,” she turned her back to him and dropped into her chair before he could see the pain reflecting in her eyes. She reached for her notebook and pen, determined to focus on the job and not dwell on the hurtful words she’d stopped him from saying. But when her eyes dropped to the half-torn page and landed on the phone number and the words John had written down she clapped her hands over her mouth to keep from gasping out loud.

Put this in your phone and memorize it too. If you ever feel like you’re being watched or followed, call me. I don’t care what time it is. I’ll answer.-- John.

Tears burned and blurred her eyes as she reread the note. She knew that handwriting. She was achingly familiar with it.

It perfectly matched the words imprinted on her thigh.

Her dismissal stung.

John bit back a sigh before turning away from Emily to join Dorian and Rudy once more. “We should head back to the precinct. I need to talk to Maldonado and get that case file. And we need to figure out why that thing,” he pointed at the android on the table, lowering his voice, “was surveilling Emily.”

“I am running background checks on his previous owners,” Dorian murmured. “Perhaps there is a connection between one of them and the case Detective Williams had been working on.”

Kennex nodded. “Look for a connection to any of the cases he’d worked, including the ones he helped me with,” he suggested. “Rudy, keep me posted on anything else you learn about the T-1.”

“I am curious about the liquid in the hypodermic needle,” Rudy nodded toward the upgraded hand. “Once I’ve removed the hand I will take it to the crime lab.”

“Don’t leave Emily here alone,” John’s hazel eyes narrowed. “I don’t want her by herself.”

“I’ll wait and deliver it when she heads to the precinct later,” the scientist promised.

“Good. D, let’s go,” John tipped his head toward the stairs.

His eyes landed on Emily’s back as he turned to head out. “Let me know when you do, Rudy,” he tossed over his shoulder. “And have McGinnis call me with the results, too, will ya?”

“Sure thing, John,” Rudy replied.

Kennex reluctantly tore his eyes from Emily before jogging up the stairs behind Dorian. Once they stepped outside he glanced over at the DRN. “What else did you see, Dorian?”

“The earliest footage I’d found of Ms. Williams showed her with her father having dinner at a diner,” Dorian opened the passenger door of the car. “I also found footage of Detective Williams with you, your old partner Martin Pelham, and Captain Maldonado.”

John braced his right hand on the roof of the car as he glared at his partner. “On a case?”

“Yes, and at McQuade’s,” the android frowned worriedly. “There’s also footage of you in the hospital, John. With Ms. Williams.”

“How the hell--”

“Surveillance,” Dorian’s jaw tightened. “They hacked the surveillance.”

“How?”

He shook his head. “I don’t know, but I’ll figure it out.”

“You do that,” the detective muttered before climbing into the driver’s seat.

“The conversation you were having with Ms. Williams earlier seemed intense,” Dorian spoke up moments later.

“She thinks I’m only interested in protecting her because her dad was a friend,” John admitted. “She shut me out.” He reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose before dropping his hand to the wheel, “I remember one night Sam, Marty and I were on surveillance. Sam’s wife had called, something she never did unless it was an emergency. Lizzie was upset with herself for pushing Emily too hard about something and she shut down, shut her out.” He glanced over at Dorian before turning his attention back to the road. “Sam called Captain Hennings and pulled a few strings to get someone to replace him so he could go home. Hennings called my dad to come in. Sam didn’t open up about that phone call until shortly after Lizzie died. She was sick, Emily wasn’t taking it very well and when Liz wanted to talk about it, Emily shut down. It was… Sam said it was her default way of handling situations that upset her. She would shut down, shut everyone out if someone pushed her into opening up.”

“Like you?” Dorian watched his partner grimace. “You refuse to speak at the anger management classes.”

“That’s different,” John shot him a glare. “I’m not opening up to a damn stranger about my problems. Yes, I said problems. I’ve got ‘em. No group therapy session is going to help me come to terms with any of this,” he gestured toward his leg and head. “I shut down any attempt to get me to open up, I don’t completely shut down and shut everyone out for days on end.”

“No, you just threaten to throw them out on the freeway or you go to the shooting range to blow off steam,” Dorian shook his head. “How can you know for sure Ms. Williams shut you out?”

“The look in her eyes,” the detective frowned. “She was stunned, upset, scared, hurt, then nothing. It’s like she flipped a switch on her emotions. The blank look in her eyes told me she was shutting me out.” He gripped the steering wheel in a white-knuckled hold. “This case is already opening up some old wounds. I don’t want to add to it.” Any more than I already have, he added silently.

“Your concern for Ms. Williams seems to go deeper than her being your mentor’s daughter,” the DRN looked out the passenger window.

John’s grip on the steering wheel tightened. “I’m remembering bits and pieces of her visits,” he admitted. “Her conversations.”

“Is she your soulmate?”

Kennex glanced over, meeting his partner’s eyes. “I don’t know. She’s familiar to me, very familiar, but I don’t remember anything more than her scent, her touch, her voice. Her laugh.” The pillowy press of her lips on his stubbled cheek. Dorian did not need to know that. He cleared his throat as he focused on the road.

“She wrote her number down, didn’t she?”

“Yeah, it’s in my pocket.”

“You gonna compare her handwriting to your soulmark?” Dorian reached up to touch the St. Christopher’s medal still dangling from the rearview mirror.

John glared at the pendant. “No.”

He already knew Emily’s handwriting matched his soulmark. She’d left cards for him at the hospital for his birthday and for Christmas, even one for Valentine’s Day. Those were safely tucked away at home, along with a short note she had written and apparently discarded before Sandra had grabbed it and slipped it into his bag the day he was discharged from the hospital.

He huffed out a breath. “Even if she is, D, it’s not real until I remember.”

Dorian gave him an understanding smile. “Do you want her to be?”

“She’s too good for me,” he grumbled.

The DRN’s smile widened into a grin. “That’s true.”

“You’re not supposed to agree with me, Dorian,” he grumbled.

“And you didn’t answer my question,” Dorian pointed out.

“Not going to, either,” John pressed his foot down even more on the accelerator. “Let’s just focus on the case and find out why someone’s had Emily under surveillance. I have a feeling that damned android was planted at the crime scene and I want to know why.”

#almost human #john kennex #john kennex x ofc #soulmates #self harm

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petertingle-yipyip · 6 years ago

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Sometimes It Rains In L.A. - Kol Mikaelson Pt. 2

//Request: Can u do a part 2 to Sometimes It Rains In L.A.? Can it involve Reader ending up in a coma by an explosion during an undercover job in Afghanistan by the Taliban, and Klaus gets a call about it, making the whole family go be by her side until she wakes up? And Kol and reader EVENTUALLY get back together, staying in L.A. together? //

//warnings: violence. blood mention. language. After the blast, there’s a perspective shift from 2nd person to third person... yes, it’s on purpose :) tag list: @simonsaysyasss @akshi8278 @llcalumllhoodll //

//Part One//

It took six months to move past the heartbreak that was Kol Mikaelson. He was as cruel as he was beautiful, and he knew it. His intentions weren't to hurt you. In fact, it was quite the opposite. He hid his interest in Davina because he did still love you. And while that wasn't you making excuses for him, you had learned to forgive.

You had also found a way to open your heart again. After the six months of intense pain, healing, and self-love you met your new boyfriend of eight months, Liam Callen. He was seemingly the complete opposite of Kol. He never blamed you or anyone else for his hardships. He supported everything you did, and even if he didn't necessarily agree with it, he understood it was your choice. He never left you to deal with the 'consequences of your actions' on your own. You really did care for him. Granted, you might not have been able to love him with the same fire you loved Kol with, but it was different this time. Kol was the first boy who really took your heart and ran with it. And even though you’d never admit it out loud, part of you knew he always would hold a piece of your heart, no matter how long it’s been. But little did you know, that you had taken a piece of his heart with you to Los Angeles.

“Hope! Hello, beautiful. How are you?” You said happily as you wandered the halls of the Bureau's Overseas headquarters.

Recently, you had been sent on a case in Afghanistan. It was another intense change to go from L.A. to a whole new country but it was all a part of the job. You loved being able to travel so often with your new job. You felt a sense of freedom that you never would’ve been able to find in New Orleans, a place you had left just over a year ago and yet seemed so long ago.

“Hello, Y/N.” She said and you could hear the smile in her voice. “I’m really good, actually. The whole family is getting along. Dad hasn’t decapitated anyone recently. And Davina is really helping me get a hold on this whole witch thing.”

“I’m glad to hear that.” You said honestly. “How is your uncle, by the way? When I talked to your dad, he didn’t mention him. Wait, your dad didn’t dagger him again, did he?”

She laughed lightly. “No, not yet at least. Um... He’s alright. Finally seems to be getting back to normal, I think.”

“Well, it’s good to hear that.” You smiled softly, remembering Kol’s bright smile.

“So who’s Liam?” She asked in a hushed whisper, the type of voice you use when gossiping with the girls at a sleepover.

“I met him in L.A. and he’s really sweet. He’s kind of like the polar opposite of your uncle. And we’ve been together for about-” You were cut off by a loud explosion from the floor below you. The ground rumbled and you were thrown against the nearest wall. “I have to go.” You said quickly into the phone, not listening to the words Hope spoke into the line.

“Y/N? Y/N, what’s going on!? Are you okay?” She had said just before the line cut out.

“Hope?” Kol had asked her when she slowly took the phone away from her ear. “Is everything alright?”

“I need to find my dad.” She shook her head and took off through the compound, leaving Kol in confusion.

You quickly made your way to the emergency stairs, which every other employee on that floor had convened. You all pushed down the stairs in as orderly of a fashion as you could. Another explosion, bigger than before. It shook and even shattered the stairs. You were closer to the front, closer to the collapse. Carefully, you climbed over the railing and landed on the steps just on the other side of the collapse.

As you were running down the remaining steps and through the ground level, a third and final explosion went off just to your right. The force of the blast sent you flying through the glass on your left. You could remember the shattering sound, the smack of your body hitting the ground outside, the rocks digging into your skin, and the collision of your head with a concrete statue.

“Hello, this is Dr. Miller. Can I speak with Klaus Mikaelson?” The woman said when Klaus answered the phone a few minutes after his daughter had ran frantically into the room and asked for him. “I’m afraid it’s an urgent matter.”

“Yes, this is him. How can I help you, doctor?” He replied slowly. Hope’s eyes went wide as she gestured that this is what she was worried about.

“It’s about Y/N Y/L/N.” The doctor explained. “It appears there was an attack on her place of work and she is being transported to our trauma center. On her paperwork, you were listed as one of her emergency contacts. I know this may be a long ways and extremely worrisome but she is in good care here in Afghanistan. We work closely with her bureau and have had instances like this before.”

“I see...” Klaus said, the shock and fear setting in. How could Y/N have been so unlucky? Part of him wished she had just stayed in New Orleans, where he could protect her like the family she was, but he knew she had to go. “And what hospital is she being transferred to? I’d like to come check on her.”

“Well, we won’t be keeping her here very long, Mr. Mikaelson. From the information we’ve received, she’s not conscious. We hope to stabilize her and send her back to the states for more detailed care. She had two preferred hospitals on her forms. One in Los Angeles and one in New Orleans. Do you know which she would prefer? We’ve tried to contact her relationship partner but he hasn’t responded.” Dr. Miller explained.

“The Los Angeles hospital, most likely. That’s where she lives now. Thank you for the call, Doctor. We will see her when she returns.” Klaus said kindly and hung up the phone.

He looked to his daughter with worried eyes. “Pack a bag. Get your uncle Kol. Tell him the same thing. We’re going to Los Angeles.”

“Wait, Uncle Kol? Is she okay? Dad, what happened to Y/N?” She asked as he pushed past her in a fit of pain-filled anger. “Dad!”

“Just pack a bag, Hope. I won’t tell you again.” He ordered.

Within a week, the three had went to Los Angeles. Hope, Klaus, and Kol had made the trip, though the rest of the family kept you in their hearts. Being that it was about Y/N, Kol made sure to leave Davina in New Orleans. But he did make sure to bring two things that had always reminded him of her, one from when she was in New Orleans with him and one from after she had left. He carried the bracelet she had mailed to Klaus with directions to return to Kol. A simple silver band with a small rose and her name engraved into it. He had given it to her within the first few months of dating and she nearly never took it off. She had sent it back with intentions of leaving all of that relationship in New Orleans. He also carried the letter she wrote him once she could honestly say she was over Kol. It was simple but still held so much weight in his pocket.

Hello, Kol. I know you probably never expected to hear from me again and quite honestly, I never planned on reaching out to you. But it’s been about six months now and the hurt has faded. What you did to me, I will never understand your intentions. Maybe you didn’t want to hurt me. Maybe somewhere, you do still love me like you swore to Davina that night. Regardless, I’ve moved here and at this point, my heart no longer stings when I think of you. My eyes don’t water when I look through old photos. My throat doesn’t get tight when I hear your voice in the background of calls to the family. My dreams don’t revolve around you. My life doesn’t belong to you anymore and neither does my heart. I know this might pain you to read but for my own emotional health, I needed to let myself say it, even on paper. And I needed to know that I said it to you. Please, do not write back. I’ll send the letters back to you, unopened. I am not in love with you anymore, Kol Mikaelson. But I will admit that I do still have love for you, more than I thought I ever would. I always will. You helped me grow as a person and you were the push I needed to get me here to L.A., just not the type of push I envisioned. Nevertheless, I know you’re happy with Davina and that’s all I can wish for you. From the bottom of my heart, with all the sincerity I can send you, and with a free feeling in my chest, I hope you enjoy your eternity. You deserve to be happy, Kol. You’ve been through too much and I had a hand in that so I’m sorry for any pain I’ve caused. Here’s to a proper goodbye, after all this time. Xx, no ill will, Y/N/N.

The small piece of paper that sat neatly folded in his shirt pocket, as close to his heart as he could get it, was the reason he came. When Hope ran into his room declaring that Y/N had been in an accident and the family was headed to L.A. to see her, he was hesitant to agree to go see her. Hope did what she could to convince her uncle but Davina argued that it was none of his business. Y/N had left him after all. But Davina didn’t know about the letter. She didn’t know about the nights Kol couldn’t sleep because he swore he heard Y/N’s laugh down the hall. The times Kol had to look twice because he thought he saw her smiling at him on the streets. The times Kol stared at his phone screen with her contact open, the same heart next to her name and smiling photo of her staring back at him, debating whether or not he should call. Maybe she would answer this time...

The begging eyes of Hope had managed to convince him but did nothing to settle the confusion he felt. Why did he really come on this trip? For Y/N’s well-being? Y/N didn’t want to see him, didn’t want anything to do with him. But the letter... If she was truly done, would she have sent the letter?

There was a heavy feeling looming over the Mikaelsons as they entered the hospital. The boys hung back and allowed Hope to talk to the nurse at the front desk. Somehow, she was the most put together out of them all. She had always seen Y/N as family, even after she had left for Los Angeles. In Hope’s mind, she needed Y/N. Yes, she had her mother obviously, but Y/N had an impact that no one else would ever come close too. It was a mundane influence, mortal and temporary but so beautiful and true. Just like Kol, Hope brought that letter with her. Hope thought that maybe if she brought it, if she brought the emotion that was trapped in that letter, it would be enough to help Y/N.

Quietly, they followed Hope down the hall to the room Y/N was staying in. She was placed in a medically induced coma but was due to wake up soon but there was no guarantee since her injuries were so drastic. The doctors warned that if the family was around when she woke, it was possible that she would have some memory loss. They said there was a lot of blood loss and she would be very slow to get back into normal activity. There was a necessary reconstructive surgery on her thoracic cavity, repairing a punctured lung and four broken ribs. As a precaution, they didn’t want Y/N to be on her own when she woke for at least a few weeks. The Mikaelsons guaranteed they weren’t going anywhere and thanked the doctor’s for helping their dearest friend.

When they entered the room, it was as if none of them could breathe. Y/N was laying gently in the hospital bed, as if she was sleeping, unaware of the fact the bruises and small cuts littered her visible skin. Her eyes were closed, a breathing mask was covering most of her face. Her right hand was heavily bandaged, as was her head and the bandages across her rib cage were slightly visible through the paper hospital gown. There was a cast on her left ankle and her left arm was in a sling across her chest. The heart monitor beeped softly in a timed rhythm. That was the only sound coming from the room, accompanied by a small whirling of her assisted breathing.

“This never should’ve happened.” Hope finally spoke, slowly walking to be closer to Y/N. “We were on the phone when it happened... You were supposed to come through New Orleans next week on your flight home. This isn’t how we were supposed to see each other again.” Hope cried.

Klaus gently comforted his daughter, her hugging him tightly as she cried. Klaus kept his eyes low, careful not to allow his own tears to fall. He was the king of New Orleans, no one could see him cry. Not even his family, his own daughter even.

“Y/N...” Kol had muttered, nearly to himself. All eyes turned to him, surprised he had said anything. Kol hadn’t been able to say her name since she left. “This is my fault... I never should’ve hurt you, never should’ve pushed you away.” He said softly as he sat by her side, placing a hand on her wrist and careful to avoid the bandages. “You were everything to me... Who am I kidding, you still are. I’ve regretted losing you every day since you’ve been gone. Please, Y/N. Just open your eyes, Darling.”

“This isn’t your fault, Brother.” Klaus said, coming around the bedside to kneel down and try to comfort his youngest brother. “Know this, Kol. She was coming here either way, taking this job either way. And while I wish there was something we could do to fix this, Y/N was going to do what she wanted to do at the end of the day.”

“I could’ve helped her, Nik. If I had just-” Kol began to ramble. Klaus quickly pulled his brother into a hug, his own eyes watering even more than before. Hope quickly came to Kol’s side, offering gentle touches of reassurance. Meanwhile, Kol cried silently. His chest shook, his breathing was uneven. Y/N was everything to him, his reason to be better. And there she was, unconscious and unknowing that he was there. “I was supposed to protect her...” He whispered.

“I’m sorry, who are you people?” A male voice spoke. The family broke apart slowly, allowing time for them to regain their composure. They faced the stranger, an average height boy with a typical Los Angeles look. He held a bouquet of flowers and a small jewelry box in his arms.

“I’m Hope, this is my family.” Hope replied, stepping protectively in front of them. “Who are you?”

“I’m Y/N’s boyfriend.” The boy responded. “Wait, Hope? Y/N’s friend of New Orleans?”

“Liam Callen...” Hope said quietly in realization. “You don’t look like Y/N’s type..” She joked for her uncle’s sake.

“How do you... Wait, you’re Hope Mikaelson aren’t you? Which means one of you are the dick that cheated on her.” Liam spoke in a bold tone.

Kol chuckled and stood, any remnants of his pain tucked away behind his now confident and unbothered facade. He crossed the room and examined the boy, and his gifts. He took the flowers and dropped them in the nearby trashcan, ignoring Liam’s protests. He then snatched the box and opened it before shaking his head with a tsk-tsk. He smirked slightly at the boy’s look of annoyance and anger.

“She hates carnations.” Kol shrugged with a smug look, flaunting his knowledge of Y/N and her likes and dislikes. “She’s always been a fan of white roses. And this-” He wiggled the jewelry box. “-looks cheap. Y/N deserves better than this gumball machine bracelet. Besides, she loves silver for her bracelets and rings. Gold is better for earrings and necklaces. Good effort, mate.”

“You must be the cheating dick then.” Liam challenged.

“Well, if you’re really concerned about my dick, you could always-” Kol began before being cut off.

“Who do you think you are, breaking her heart a year ago and then coming here when she’s hurt? Hmm? Think you can swoop in when she’s broken and take advantage of her?” Liam tried to make Kol look bad.

Kol laughed in disbelief and turned to his family. “Can you believe this guy?”

“Uncle Kol, don’t do anything to him. For Y/N.” Hope pleaded.

Kol raised his hands in surrender towards his niece. “I won’t touch him, I swear it.” He turned back to Liam. “Now, it seems you don’t know my dear Y/N, so let me refresh your memory. Y/N had never been broken a day in her life. She is the strongest woman I have ever met and you should consider yourself lucky that she had even looked in your direction. She is beautiful, stubborn, caring, gentle, powerful, smart. She is everything you could ever want.” Kol gushed in anger tossing the cheap jewelery onto a nearby tray.

No one had a clue as to why Kol was fighting with Y/N’s new boyfriend. Kol had a doll waiting back home. There was no reason to be so defensive over his past with Y/N. Besides, he was the one who had given it up all those months ago. But Hope knew. Hope knew that her uncle had never truly been able to let go of Y/N, to move on and fully devote himself to Davina. Hope knew that her uncle was jealous of Liam, which was why she never mentioned him to her uncle before. Hope understood that Y/N had Kol’s entire heart, but Y/N had given hers away to another.

“And yet you still didn’t want her...” Liam said in disgust, pushing past Kol to be by Y/N.

“Listen here, you imbicile.” Kol said angrily, yanking Liam but his shirtfront and throwing him against a nearby wall. “Y/N is all I’ve ever wanted. She has not left my mind, despite her leaving her home. No one will ever compare to her. She is the light in my world, the most beautiful soul I will ever come across. You need to realize how luck you are that she has even looked in your direction. You want to make snide comments because you think that your relationship with her will protect you. I should kick your ass right here.”

“Hope.” You raspy, muffled voice said. Your eyes slowly opened to see Hope and her father sitting anxiously at your bed side. Carefully, you lifted your bandaged hand and pushed the mask off your face, allowing the cold air of the hospital room into your lungs. “Hope, why are you here?” You asked.

“Do you remember what happened?” Klaus asked gently.

“Yeah.” You said, your face scrunching in despair as it all came back to you. “I was talking to Hope on the phone when explosions went off. I hopped the stair railing and got thrown through a window, pretty much.” You summarized. “My whole body hurts.” You admitted, shutting your eyes from the light and taking softer breaths.

“It was pretty bad, Y/N.” Hope said kindly, placing a hand on your leg. “Your leg was broken and your shoulder was dislocated. You got a huge gash on the side of your head and your right hand. Your ribs were broken and punctured your lungs, so they had to do a surgery for that. Plus the minor scrapes and bruises from tumbling.”

“How did you know?” You asked the duo. “Did Liam call? Where is he, by the way?”

“No, Dr. Miller called my dad.” Hope said, pointing to Klaus.

“It was quite quick actually, between you getting off the phone with Hope and getting the call myself. Everyone back home is worried too, Y/N, they just couldn’t make it.”

“No worries. NOLA to LA is a long trip. Were... were you two the only one who came?” You asked, slightly hopeful a certain Mikaelson had joined them.

“Don’t act like you’re better than me, dickwad.” Liam said loudly.

When you looked over to see who he was talking to, you heard your heart monitor falter. The whole world seemed to stop. Kol was across the room, smiling as Liam was pushing his chest, trying to coax a reaction from him.

He was as beautiful as ever. His eyes shone with pride, as if what he ahd just said was extremely clever and true. His hair was tousled and a little longer than you remembered, as if he had been running his hands through it constantly. His arms which seemed a little stronger were crossed, unamused by Liam’s attempts. But what stood out most, was his smile, the smile that was just a little softer than you remembered.

“I don’t have to act like I’m better than you.” He chuckled. “I already am.”

“Don’t be an ass, Kol.” You muttered with a small smile. “Play nice.”

His body froze, tensing when you said his name. Slowly he turned to face you and he looked as if he had just seen a ghost. He quickly came to your side, forgetting everything he was saying to Liam. All he cared about was being with you. Being with the girl who held his entire heart and didn’t even know it.

“You’re okay.” He said in a whisper with a small smile. “Thank God, you’re okay.”

“I’m okay.” You nodded with the same smile. “I’m kind of surprised you’re here, actually.”

“You’re my girl, Y/N.” He shook his head, pulling out the bracelet and placing it in your bandaged hand carefully. “You’ll always be my girl, even if I’m an idiot and I blow it.”

You stared at the silver bangle in your hand, the band that was engraved your name and your favorite rose. For some reason, you wanted to cry. It was so simple yet so sweet. You had mailed it back because it reminded you of Kol but now, now you wanted to keep it because it reminded you of Kol. With Hope’s help, you got it on your wrist where it belonged.

“This always was my favorite...” You said softly.

“Told you.” Kol threw over his shoulder to Liam, who watched the exchange with confused eyes.

“Y/N, he cheated on you! How can you be so nice to him?” Liam exclaimed in confusion.

“Liam, it’s hard to explain. Kol has been a huge part of my life for a long time. It’s different now but he’s still Kol and... I don’t know, that’s just enough I guess.” You tried to reason.

“It’s bullshit, is what it is.” Liam scoffed.

“Really?” Hope said in annoyance. “Don’t talk to her like that.”

“Mind your business, kid.” Liam shot back.

“Watch your tongue before I rip it from your head and feed it to you.” Klaus threatened with an amused smile.

In an act of fear, Liam took a step away from Klaus. “Y/N, you seriously know these people?”

“These people...” You said, looking around at the Mikaelsons. “These people are like family to me. If you don’t like it then, sucks to suck. That’s not going to change anything. I’ve known them longer, and I love them.”

Without another word, Liam left the room. You let out a deep, relatively painful, breath of relief. It was as if you had been hiding this life from him and now it was out in the open. Your real family was here to take care of you until you were one hundred percent. For the next month or so, the three Mikaelsons stayed in your small, two bedroom house that you rented. You and Hope shared your room while the boys stayed in the other room. Liam had decided to stay with his sister in Inglewood until Kol left and you two could talk it over. But it became very clear that you didn’t want to talk it over. Anyone who left because of your past didn’t deserve your future.

#tvd imagine #tvd #the originals #kol mikaelson #vampire diaries imagine #vampire diaries #kol imagine #the vampire diaries #kol mikaelson imagine #kol x reader #to imagine #the originals imagine

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rcmeuz · 6 years ago

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❝ 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞, 𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐬. 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞’𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬?

ayooo i am sorry to interrupt my king’s speech ( troy my heart goes all the way 2 you ) but i bring 2 all of you this low quality intro tbh!!! so hi, hello i am vic ( old / gmt-3 / she + her ) and please give it a like and i will slide into ur dms to show rome’s nudes to u. thank u in advance for reading to this, or pretending to, we are all valid in this house. ( ps. add me on discord ) also tw: death, abuse.

? ? ? WHOA ! i’ve always seen the parallels between ( rome zhao ), the ( twenty ) year old ( cismale ) and ( zeus ) plus , they look just like ( dylan wang ). from their ( maserati keys ), to their ( daddy issues ), some would even notice how their ( ambition, stubbornness, and hedonistic manners ) connect perfectly ! i don’t know about you but i can’t wait to see what olympus brings to ( him ) !

i know this is too much to ask but if you wanna i actually have an actual bio right here, it’s pretty cute but if u wanna u can skip the long parts and read only the cool ones ( also take a peek at how much money rome has this month, i wish he was my sugar d*ddy ) his bio also has mentions of death and abuse so!! TW!!

i also have some headcanons right here and his stats right here !!!

okay so rome zhao, actually romeo zhao, actually zhao ziyi. BUT yeah call him rome, it’s easier.

wailing straight up from china my boiiii has transferred part of his business to this part of the hemisphere just bc he wanna be far away from that FCKN HELL that he was raised in

by business i mean the shady business he don’t wanna claim but we getting there

so yeah his father, a theif lord, a king of all the things he ruled great part of the crime in china single handedly bc i am being extra IUHROIEHG but no he was a thief and a forger and a money launderer and many things

he fell in love with e Good Girl, a rich girl from a good family, she got pregnant, and died after childbirth.

rome’s dad hated him for that.

basically left the boy to be raised by the wolves, his employees, sooooo the boy grew up to be a pretty good thief, even though he really didn’t find it a Nice thing to do, he had to survive

if he didn’t do things right, his dad would hurt him ( and he hurt him a looot )

tried to be home schooled, failed in everything but math and arts. okay.

i lost myself wait up

OKAY fastforward to when he was eighteen (bc i legit forgot what i was gonna type), and an ADULT he told his dad ENOUGH i am leaving, and his dad was nah bitch not on my watch

fight happens, his dad beats the crap out of him, and then he pushes his dad down the stairs

basically he though he had killed him, and he was so desperate that he called the police (INA THIEF’S HOUSE, THE NERVE) and well,,,, everything went downhill for a while but

after going through all the process it was decided that it was self-defense and he is innocent

( does he feel like one, the answer is no )

OKAY THE AFTERMATH OF THIS ALL pretty ulgy tbh, his dad is in a coma, two year going three hasn’t responded.

now rome, adding to all the scars bc of his dad he was left with a broken elbow that now doesn’t let him stretch his arm properly and his dad ruined his right eardrum sooooo he is deaf from his righ ear

( he doesn’t tell anybody ok but you can notice he is always tilting to his left side to hear what people are saying )

so yeah, he inherited everything, the business and all but he really...........didn’t want any of that so he assigned his People to take care of that and only takes care of one part

the art theft :~)

but he donates part of his money every year okay, he is a good person

but yeah he is an “art collector”

yeah idk what else to add

oh commitment issues to his FINEST but also....he is a loving romantic boy

really generous, throws lavish parties or idk he just rents the places everyone wanna go to and buy the drinks and condoms and yeah he likes to BURN HIS MONEY

give him fuck buddies, enemies, mess, angst, his demeter

i am sorry for this intro

#godtier.intro #I AM SORRY FOR THIS IT MAKES NO SENSE #plot w me tho #and yeah #if u read it all i love u and u lov me i guess i am sorry for writing so much #AND IF U READ THE BIO WE ARE MARRIED THEN #also #tw death #tw abuse #please

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mrboomboxer-moved-blog · 6 years ago

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new episode thoughts below!

first off:

second off:

YA SOILED OUR FRIENDSHIP GARDEN, MEIKA. SOILED IT! SOILED IT!

vyxx here like ‘haha who can resist meelo’s animal magnetism. it’s me. I can. because I’m a huge butch lesbian and tamira’s my mark in more than one sense. call me, tamira, xoxo.’

I’m surprised tamira doesn’t use a code name when calling riq. it’s probably more for the viewer’s benefit so we know who exactly she’s talking to, but still. I want everyone to have dumbass code names that are incredibly on the nose. sonny’s is gummy and tag’s is earned stripes. tamira’s is bad luck. riq’s is Bad Absentee Dad.

loving the implication that tag loves trashy light-night scifi schlock. tbf that’s probably what he grew up watching, I can’t see lily and miles being able to afford cable tv when he was younger.

“keep your boy on a leash” would probably have more impact if tag were some sorta canine, but idk what the tiger equivalent would even be??? this is just making me wonder what leashes are even used for in an anthro animal universe like this. maybe child leashes??? MILES COME COLLECT YOUR SON HE’S TRYING TO CLIMB THE DOWN ESCALATOR AGAIN

pike and meika, back at it again with the heavily implied ~history.~ I’m getting some distinct possibly-romantic vibes from it, especially with that bg music. meika here like ‘---and that’s the story of how I don’t have a preference for dudes anymore! eat hallway floor, fuckboi’

the framework of sonny watching tabloid news that implies pike and meika are dating makes me wonder if they’re gonna go for a romantic subplot w/ him and meika eventually? that’s never really been a focus on the show before, but you never know. I’m kinda hoping it isn’t bc while meika and sonny are cute together I definitely think adding another subplot to this whole web would be. a bit much to untangle!

just silently adds this new instance of sonny getting thrown off by tamira being where he doesn't expect her to my hc pile labeled “how does sonny cope with the PTSD he undoubtedly has about the crash last season and tamira’s involvement in it.” I’m still work-shopping the name sgdgshh

SONNY REALLY IS A RIQ THE RIPPER FANBOY I’M SO FUCKING GLAD. now we can assume that post of mine is just post-this-episode canon tbqh. also heh heh. driveshaft dagger. heh heh.

sonny dunking on everyone for keeping him in the dark for so long

BACKSTORY TIME. riq here brushing over how xeno has to be like. at least in his 40′s/50′s at this point. I still can’t get over that. world’s oldest professional racing toad thinks of nothing but murder all day.

THE RGP SURE HAS NO PROBLEM WRECKING ANCIENT RUINS TO MAKE THEIR RACE TRACKS, HUH. if that’s just common knowledge maybe it really isn’t that surprising the whole sport is corrupt as hell lmao

meelo here ready to throw down like

sonny silently helping meika despite everything actively broke my goddamn heart.

rest in fucking pieces, krom

interesting how tag calls riq dad, and riq calls him kid. emphasize that 14 year distance between u two all the more, riq, why don’t ya. way to push all of ur parenting flaws onto the shadowy conspiracy ur fighting. if sonny were there to hear that exchange he’d be so skeeved out.

miles here to save the day like ‘get in the shame cube, riq’

“they say you never left my bedside” pokes holes in a theory I had that sonny might have been partially aware of his surroundings during his coma, but also: : (

this is the absolute angriest I think we’ve ever seen sonny in the entire show. the fact he’s ready to make threats, even if he can’t finish saying them, is so telling and so upsetting to him.

In conclusion:

u ruined a perfectly good friendship is what u did, meika, look, they’ve all got trust issues now

#ooc.#long post #spoilers #forgive me mobile users I just have a Lot of Feelings #in which the icon is a representation of me and not sonny's current mental state because he is #having a BAD TIME

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projectunwritten · 5 years ago

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Hunters of the Dead

Preface

I wrote this about 3 years ago; it was during this edgy stage of life and Ithought teenages and zombie apocalypses was literally the best thing ever.

My name is Michael banks Jr. I am responsible for the death of 3/4th’s of the planet earth population and this is my story …..

Chapter 1 origin

The government a reigning power over all of America they know everything, they see everyone. One day I did a simple math problem on my computer next thing my math equation became the answer to immortally or so they thought they able to biology creating and age a human body then it she started to reproduce on her own and it created them. The government was shattered then in their darkest hour they came. The giants attacked every major city around the world, once they killed people they would spit saliva on them and it turn them into zombies that the government was trying to cover didn’t stay hidden for too long. It created a pandemic now because I started this I’m going to end it. “Well then what are we waiting bikey time to kill.” Ashlyn said with a smirk. I looked around and see what people would think are just some kids in war…I see my team, my family, my zombie hunters and our killing spree has just begun.

Chapter 2 4/1/2016

6 hours ago….

A phone rings as an alarm goes off. “That’s my girl I whisper.” I answer the facetime “hey gorgeous” I say yawning. “Hey she says smiling. I turning on the TV while she talks about how Cassie stole her phone. “Morning lovebirds what happening” says Chris as he checks in on the face group along with lily. “Hi “lily says quietly. “Hey” Chris returns shyly with smile. “And u call them lovebirds.” Says Bridget”, she says laughing, “right mike …. Mike?” I turn to the camera in laptop, “Makenna, bridge their here.”(Mike) “What no, no where?”(Makenna) ‘’ new York, Chicago, Las Vegas, Seattle “(mike) “good there’s still time I’ll pack my bags “”what are talking about?” Lily asks “ okay don’t think you will believe me at first but 1 year ago me and Makenna were “studying” , I solved a simple math problem use a method she and I created. It was used to create zombies that’s grew into giants possessed by the souls of Nephilim. Now they are attacked major cities as their plague continues to grow.” Chris bursts into tears as Jacob and Ashlyn enter the chat. “Jacob initiated protocol z.” he raises his eyes in response “Umm ok, got mike I’ll be ready roll in ten minutes.” “You have 8.” I end the call as I stuff items in my book bag and grab my phone, my laptop, and chargers, and and a bunch of clothes. I jump off Terrence I look under the stairs and grab my metal bat and metal rods and start running. As I hear a scream by Chris place I grip tighter on the poles which I call “kalis” as I come to the ally and three guys all covered in blood looking as pale snow I can’t explain what during the fight I saw was red.

Chapter 3 Chris Tebich

My name is Chris Tebich and me along with others hunters are responsible for the death of 2/4th population of the planet earth this where my story began….

I screamed because my mean neighbor Mr. Jerkface just got his skull cracked open by two decomposing bodies. As several other join him staring at me. Then mike turns the he yell out something unearthly “prognostic!!” He charges at the first two bodies. Armed with two rods which seem to be bent into a point at the end. Which sticks up the bodies head smiling he rips them out? He throws me a sliver bat I bash my now dead neighbor upside the head but he gets back up keep hitting nothing happens he open his mouth at least 5 inches wide moaning I get ready to die and trip to the ground as a metal rod comes through his throat and the the body drops mike hands me a towel out of his bag. “Well that was fun” he says smiling. As I look back I see the other two bodies on the ground blood everywhere, and I think to myself holy crap… is the real mike … a psychopath

Chapter 4 destiny

We showed up at Jacob’s door I knocked on the door it’s open up by itself. A scream and a yell then a body tumbles downstairs. The body dead we run up to find Jacob with an axe and his mom behind him. “I told u that would come in handy “I say pointing at the axe. “Where’s your sibling and your dad?” “Dad took them to see grandma. “He replies. “Okay next we hit Stasia and Lilly.” I say looking at the two of them “ you two will go get lily, I got stasia ,mrs.lombardi u need pack a bag of whatever u need clothes, food ,water ,medicine ,and a weapon. Find the nearest shelter. A salvation army, a church, safe house, anywhere call your husband tell him you're safe and that Jacob is with me hunting. “ I say as she gets up looks in back of her closet in a box and reveals a gun. “ that’ll do , can you use it ?” She shoots two of them in the head. “Yeah” she says packing a bag. After she left Chris and Jacob to pick up Lily. And I went to get Stasia. I ran as fast as I could. As I stopped two men were at door. Mr. Wildes opens the door. “No!” I yell as an arrow slips past me into one of their head give me time bash the other one. I look back and see Chris with his bow and arrows. “Took you long enough!” Stasia says smiling.

Chapter 5 punishers

After sending the wiles on their way out of home town me, stasia, Chris went to Corey’s place to get his family out of town

As we walked down street we heard a gun fired I instantly was cover in a protective layer of goose bumps that trapped my emotions. I ran for the court Chris at my side and stasia a few feet behind. As I notice that Chris is not fast as he usually is I realized that it wasn’t him. I was get faster, pushed that thought to darkness that consumed my mind as I lost conscious as I saw Jacob yelling axe in hand with Chris removing and arrow from his quiver. Corey: I soon mike showed up all well u no what broke loose. I never seen him like this anger, fast, ruthless. Surrounded by some my friends; ex – girlfriend, and people generally knew it chaos . . . . And I loved it I yelled as I reload and headed into war. Lilly stabbed a walker behind me. I joined Chris as saw he was at his last arrow I threw him my baseball bat. He smiled as he smashed a walkers head. I shot three off them and that when everything got fuzzy.

Chapter 6 Uptown Funk

I woke up in a chair as Shiloh licked my face “down girl!” I shouted. “Hey don’t blame her for your narcasple “stasia said giving me a hand. S’mores and Maggie appeared with fluffy barking at them. “Fluffy their guests!! “ Chris says as he looks at me like a ghost, “hey mike’s up…. Christian turn that crap down!! “I listen as uptown funk by Mark Robinson feat. Bruno mars played through room “nooo!!!” I said running for the stereo I unplugged it, “how many songs did u play? “ I asked. “ just this “ Christian said “ check the windows and the back door “ I barked as I looked at the song’s stopped time frame 3 minutes and 37 second. I relaxed as Christian comes back “nothing’s out man” “why are you freaking out mike “Jacob asks as he cooked breakfast. “They can hear sound even our voices will attract them. The stereos and all the dogs here I’m surprised we're not dead yet. Everyone fell silent as they stared at my face. I hadn’t noticed till now I had blood of my hands. I looked at the transparent screen of my iPhone 6s+ the blood spatter of blood on my face

Chapter 7 survival

I hold my breath the darkened silence as I hear lily knocking on the door. I raise my head from the sink. Water dripping from my face. Lily shouts from outside the door “u ok in there? “. “Yeah I reply I grab the towel of the rack and wiped off my face. I opened the bathroom door. And get right to business. “I need answers ASAP #1. Chris Where’s urn folks and Bridgett #2. Is the van and 4 wheeler here #3? Stasia and Lilly Jacob and JJ u need to learn how to drive in 6 hours. My phone rings as it the screen stays pitch black at first think it’s an alarm but as pick up the phone up I realize its vibrating and grab the nearest knife located in my back pocket. I pick at the side of my case till it opens I reveal a second device an iPod 5 with words Haven lit up as she facetimes me as it connects Jacob where it came from? I explain that only a small group of people have the contact info to secret phone for emergency. It finally connects I hear Mary scream as a gun fires “Haven what’s happening!!” “ mike thank good please help us pastor Brian and Mr. G r dead we need help “ I hear the fear in her voice as the goosebumps return as response “ Five minutes “ and end the call. JJ hold down the fort Jacob, and Chris your with me grab the van we leave in 5. “Wow who died and made you leader “Chris retorts “Pastor Brian and Mr. Galante “I say as Chris staring at him. “Let’s rock Jacob “he says grabbing his coat and his mom’s keys.

Chapter 8 savage Awakening

A Coma that’s the only way I know how to explain as I rode in the back of Chris’ as Jacob drove down the street which he pretty decent driver. {Better than my “bus driver” dad that’s for sure} The van felt dark and comfort like kind of sleep u don’t want to wake up from. “We’re here” Jacob says I snap my eyes open as the goosebumps cover my face. Chris jumps out the car bat in hand guess it’s from his garage. Instantly we see half a dozen corpses. Jacob yells out “I got it! “As he lifts his axe. He gets closer and confirms my suspicion. He looks at the corpses and it’s Julie Pastor Brian's Wife and the one of the youth group leaders I saw that Jacob was in shock grabbed the bow and ran at Chris then I took an arrow from his Quiver and shot at Julie head. This snapped Jacob into reality or was it when Ben and Andrew came out the side door yelling at us to run. We ran for door making it in by the skin of our teeth. I look in the back to see David huddled in a corner “Ben?” I say looking at David “what happened?” “It was too much. Dad tried to run from them. But tripped and fell it pushed David forward as the door swung closed he watched as Andrew and Pastor Brian ripped him apart as they killed him. “ I’m sorry about your Dad Ben he was a good man” I said “ Hey we all have to die sometime a saw his eyes flicker a little as if a fire had just been started.

Chapter 9 Safe House Pt. 1 & 2

Part 1

I sat in the back with Ashley and David. Ashley sitting balled up in a corner scared out of her mind. On my Right side David looked out the window. I stared down at the floor and closed my eyes as I drifted into nothing. "Mike" I hear voice as I wake up I look up at Kayla "Haven and Kiva need you up front to get to your house" she says I slide past her as she takes her seat. As I reach the front I see Haven talking to Jacob over a walkie talkie. "Mike show us the way" she says. {'Mike we're following you'} “Kiva get off 5th take a right here on to Waterford Dr., it'll take about minute to get down there." I say "ok head down here ". We headed into my back all pull into parking lot next to our house {809 Four Seasons Drive}. "Everyone out getting into my house is our number one priority. Priority #2 not dying. “I said to the entire bus.” then we might want to do that know” Says Jacobs there are about 3 or so dozen Of THEM. "Well then Chris, Corey cover if you anything that's dead moving ... Shoot it." I say as the goosebumps come back. HAVEN: As Mike closed he his eyes I wondered what he was doing. Then he opened his eyes as I see his eyes dilate full of black nothingness, it scared me. “Let’s go “he says in a low but loud tone. We waste about 2 minutes standing around so by the time we got out they down at the end of the ally "Run!!!!!" I hear Parker say as we all run for mike's Garage. Mike punches in the code to his garage. As it rises he yells out "back door is open, GO!!!" I open the back door people pour inside. The only ones left are Mike, Ben, Marlon, Jacob, and Corey “Drop the Macho Act and get inside “I Barked at them. MIKE: heard what she said as we all backed into the garage. I saw David standing in the middle of the alley {" he wants to die"] with hesitation I ran for him" what are you doing”! Jacob shouted. I point at David standing least 10 ft. from a hoard of dead corpses. I unclicked the garage door "Ben, Marlon, Corey, Jacob be ready to shut the garage door shut as soon as we get in" And without waiting for a response. I ran as fast as I could. I picked up David and ran for the garage. With the one arm I wasn't using to carry him( who was surprise light and not restating )I slammed my trash cans on to the ground . I ran into the garage “Close it" I yelled. As they slammed the garage door closed I realigned the chain and we all took a rest then I got up. “Were not done yet.

Part 2

"Ok Ben and Alex move that couch in there onto window ", I say as we walk into the basement / downstairs area. “Got it “ben says without hesitation. He and Alex start to move the couch. “Marlon help me with hall desk upstairs " He follows me upstairs " Why are we moving all this Stuff ?" he asked me as we move the desk " Zombies come in pack small that maul and suffocate people. Large ones that knock down doors, Gates, and walls. We’re reinforcing the doors and downstairs windows, for precaution." I say he nods in approval. After the front door and downstairs windows were secure. And the Main TV was brought out my mom's room we monitored the news. I explain how the Media referred to it as an “OUTBREAK” because they don't know what's going on. “And you do?” Stephen says in disbelief “Yes, their dead corpses walking among us, bloodthirsty and savage. The only way to "CURE" them ..." " Is to kill THEM” Ben says as grips him knife he uses to cut an apple and chops through it. “Exactly " David saying his first all evening he and his brother stare at each other and I saw their savage awakening

#unwritten #pkstudios #HOTD

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resmarted · 7 years ago

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here i am again, smashing the crystal vases and good china, ravaging the beautiful dining room and chucking antiques across the room. i want to be done here, i want to be done here! i want to move on, but to what? i can’t remember how to even be a person, i can’t find the light and this tunnel is so dark and endless, we don’t even have headlights to guide us. i came here to bring you on a date in the stylings of nineties classic it takes two starring kirstie alley and the olsens, except instead of mka we are switching them out for young taylor swifts, that’s right two of them, which is all i could think about the entire time i rewatched it again. so here goes nothing, we open on a street corner in philly because this is our version and the ahhccents are gonna be mewr sewth philly than ahhhnything. taylor swift number one, let’s call her taytay the scrappy orphan that has self-professed lousy english like aintcha gonna wanna git ewta here before they catcha? nobody even blinks and in pigtails and a worn out backwards baseball cap on her head, this ten year old who is probably played by an eight year old swift bc coming from a fellow tall person we just sprout from the crib it’s nuts, i’ve always looked older than i was from being tall. so eight year old swift is playing ten year old scrappy orphan taytay who is always chewing gum and has a baseball bat as kirstie alley (YOU.) look out the window and yell at her like, cmahhn tay! you got an appt with the butkis’ and i told u not to get that dress dirty! and tiny taylor chewing gum is like awww cuhmuhhhhhn doi-anne! just lemme knahck this one outta the pawrk first! that’s not the line it’s something else referencing the fact that they’re playing in the middle of the street of their inner city neighborhood. she is the pretty white girl of the orphanage so it makes no sense she hasn’t been adopted but is of course the star athlete of the kids and favorite of the social worker you-kirstie alley. she is accosted by kids and called a reject and lil taytay’s all why i awwwghta! she’s making her best >:| face, and pop goes the weasel she hits the ball and probably breaks a window or something and as she runs to the cab the kids are like, the butkis ppl are creeps that collect kids! and taytay is tayrrified before threatening the other kids with her fists in the air as the cab drives away. cut to a close up of a nineties cellphone and private plane landing, and taylor number two is wearing a practical pantsuit in beige and just won another piano competition, and she overpronounces all of her t’s at the end of her words. let’s call her fancita. yes i’m serious, i’m already so tired and bored of this story, it was way more exciting after rewatching the other night. whatever this story is just a remix of the parent trap anyway and that’s why we have two baby swifts and don’t ask me why, don’t ask me why i’ve taken you this far down the rabbithole but let’s just keep going until we find each other. so fancita is an aristocratic princess that plays tennis and i don’t know, i’m just trying to get to the part where they are like omg let’s get this social worker and rich man who has a cell phone company before that’s even a thing, and while orphan taytay is in danger of becoming the next adopted butkis - which in this version is just straight up trafficking ring i mean come on, they were pedos and it was heavily insinuated in the movie, but basically she’s in danger of being adopted into an abusive hellhole and fancitay is like hey girl hey! when her butler arrives to pick her up from her private jet. the nineties always portrayed wealth with these long ridiculous limos and british butler limo drivers, which as we now all know rich people are just driven in cars w tinted windows and the only people riding in limos are seniors in high school, but i digress. she meets her new soon-to-be stepmother, also played by taylor swift, present day style. she’s all, when i was your age i had already been through three stepmothers, you’ll be in a tibetan boarding school as soon as the wedding is over tomorrow! for this she is in her satanic red high priestess dress from lwymmd, golden snake rings at all. actually let’s just say at some point she’s bathing in diamonds as well, i mean there are many versions of her current snake-embraced image that we can use for this but that’s not the point, it is that im not even in love with grown taylor swift! i am just trying to fill the void of my dead wife who loved children and built a camp conveniently across from the literal castle we live in. i haven’t been there since, pushes back hair like sigh, since she died ten years ago right after fancitay was born. i’m all, cell phones, i hate the damn things. back when i invested in them everyone thought it was just something out of star trek and now i’m a lonely billionaire marrying snake taylor in a haze of confusion and thinking that’s what i should do, fancita needs a mother after all. you’re a tough talking protective mama bear that wants to adopt orphan taytay but you’re just a social worker and what? the butkis’ already had the paperwork go through to adopt her?? i come to find you after a failed horse meetup planted by the taylor twins to apologize for leaving you to get yelled at by steptaylor, and you’re like look keep your fancy cell phone company lifestyle and keep it moving, bucko! in the movie they get into a food fight but i’m not trying to go that deep, but basically we fight until you, an enraged four foot two version of kirstie alley okay you’re actually just a tiny goth and i’m a clumsy ogre, that part never changes. you push me with all your might, not necessary trying to push me into the river but it happens and i’m all, oh my god i feel like a kid again! this must be love! okay but seriously, that part’s the realest. i do feel like a kid again, and this must be love, mustn’t it? what will our tiny taylors tell us? we don’t know what it is or why, but it makes sense because we feel it, i can feel you. even when you say to your fellow social worker friend (played by your bandmate and beloved drummer) guys like that only date girls with food names like candy or muffin or cookie, and princess taylor disguised as orphan taylor turns around from her archery practice, greatly offended and snapping back, his dead wife was a teacher that loved kids and built this camp and she wasn’t a food her name was kathy with a k played by kourtney in a brief shot of her glamorously in a casket but dripping in jewels and hands delicately crossed over her chest. whatever, goth kourtney fantasies are not the point ok i know that. you look at princess taylor disguised as pauper taylor and are like well excuse me jeez, you don’t gotta bully me over it. sigh so then the state comes for her and accidentally send my daughter to some terrifying child sex ring that nightmares are made of and turned into dateline episodes, and this one is no less horrifying. orphan taylor shows the butler various scars and marks and bruises to show that she’s a fraudulent child that happens to just be another cute blonde that adults didn’t look closely enough at and notice bc they aren’t actually twins in this story, they’re just strangers that look alike. which honestly is prob when they first really started making the olsens insane irl like, pitting them against each other by pointing out fraternal differences and how one was the cute one the other was just the sister oh, don’t even get me started, dear. steptaylor comes home with ultra long extensions like repunzel after sneaky orphan taylor put gum in her hair. the original she gets it all cut off and suddenly her loss of beauty is signified by a short haircut which is so dumb and we just can’t agree with something so stupid, so in this she comes back with thousands of dollars worth of hair that isn’t hers just to prove her worth and appeal, which honestly is much sadder than a short sassy do any day. we get to the home of the butkis’ but no one answers and a neighbor who in the actual movie looks exactly like mike, like no shit just put a bass on him and it’s like every dude in a band probably but him specifically - unless i hallucinated it, the point is! he originally says oh that guy works those kids into the ground at the factory all day, or something like that, but in this version maybe he just shudders bc everyone just gets the pervy vibe from this butkis guy. the door gets kicked in as they are just about to initiate her into the butkis cult of abuse, and i don’t know i think it just ends with like, kirstie alley and the dad kissing? like they don’t get married or anything i don’t think. which leaves so many questions open like, if they do end up getting married, will the taylors become friends? will fancita resent taytay for taking up space and attention away? or will she be so grateful for good mother that everything will be fine and normal and fall into place? it seems like they’re all destined to end up on doctor phil. i mean, what happens when this bonehead (me) doesn’t continue to invest properly and his dumb luck cell phone business inevitably plummets because by the late nineties they’re a dime a dozen and each one is a sinking ship. what happens when they go bankrupt and all have to be poor, will they stay together? will princess taylor be like this is all your fault you’re bad luck with your poor people vibes! bc she can’t understand the crashing economy and how this is just what happens to people, one day you can be rich and the next totally broke, and it’s not really anyone’s fault. are you going to still love me even though i am horrible at saving money is what i’m asking? like, can you just quietly move money around in my accounts for me and put stuff in my savings when i’m not looking? because if i see literally any extra change i’m going to be like time to go eat giant cheeseburgers and drink ourselves into a coma! i got a groupon for a hotel stay in florida, let’s road trip! i know what your biggest concern is besides money and it’s because i know you like the back of my head (not at all), but the answer is no, steptaylor drowns in a sea of snakes at some point because i don’t have time for a decent end for her. i feel like it should be more feminist, like maybe she gets a job slinging mary kay and in the process realizes not only is she a boss at making her own income but that she doesn’t even need the amount of makeup she had been using before. she has like her own spiritual journey in the background somewhere far, far away from us and our super exclusive love, as well as our twin daughters taylor one and taylor two. i have completely forgotten their names by now but i’m just here to see if you even still love me. well? do you??? i’m just trying to prepare you for when i’m like, starting every other sentence with “you know when my wife died…” at really inappropriate times like, to a cashier in the checkout line or just in bed when we are having a romantic evening that i was bound to spoil in one way or another, so it may as well be with dead wife talk. you will probably just laugh and attempt to smother me with a pillow for being so, so embarrassing. i miss you i love you i hate you i don’t know you. i want you. do i ever even say anything else anymore? i mean it is halloween season so technically i don’t have to be original, right? you are the only ghost i could ever truly love, and that’s saying a lot seeing as how i arrived to this world haunted. pls tho, don’t ever stop being my best boo.

#long reads

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vxltrxn-imagines · 8 years ago

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The Voltrons- Heathers AU- KeithxReader

(A/N: Hey guys! Mod Pidge here! I’m so happy to be beginning this project. Some notes before we begin.

Yes, some characters will be majorly OOC. I tried to fit people as best as I saw fit and possible with their personalities, but due to the fact this is an AU following Heathers: The Musical some characters will have to be OOC. One primary example of this is Shiro as Heather Chandler. I chose Shiro as Heather because of the fact he is a natural born leader and a lot of people look up to him. Due to this, he will be bitchier and sassier than regular Shiro. I am editing and changing lines not only to fit the AU, but to try to fit lines the best way to characters too.

Not every scene will happen the same way as the musical, I am still trying to make this my own story as well. As such and because of reasons also stated above, some characters will have different thoughts and ambitions than their musical counterparts. The overall theme will be the same but some lines will be different (don't worry, “Well fuck me gently with a chainsaw” will be the same ;p)

As seen from the above note this is a MATURE SERIES. Heathers is a musical that deals with teen suicide, bullying, homophobia, gun violence, murder and a very mature scene featuring two characters having sex. While this is done in a comedic way throughout, it still isn’t meant for those who won’t be able to handle it.

I hope you all enjoy this series! If you have any questions or comments at any point feel free to send in any questions! I love getting asks <33

PS: Really sorry this first chapter took so long to write, given the fact that Beautiful is an 8 minute song it would naturally take longer to edit, plus I wanted to edit out the parts of her talking to the audience since it wouldn’t make sense in a story like this and had to find a way to replace those information moments. This first chapter alone is 9 pages in Google Docs)

Chapter 1- Beautiful (Y/N) sighed as she woke up. It was the first day of her senior year, and while many would be happy about this, she felt numb and normal. Why? Well, Garrison High wasn’t exactly the best high school. The kids there were just..cruel. (Y/N) walked to school and pulled out her diary as she sat on the stairs to write in it,

“September 1st, 1989. Dear Diary: I believe I'm a good person. Ya know, I think there's good in everyone, but here we are first day of senior year. I look around at all these kids I've known all my life and I ask myself: What happened?” She pondered as she looked up from her diary as kids were walking on, calling out insults to each other as the passed in the hallway,

“Freak! Slut! Burnout! Bug-eyes! Poser! Lard-ass!” They all yelled as (Y/N) shook her head and continued to write, trying her best to remain in her own little world,

“We were so tiny, happy and shiny, playing tag and getting chased.”

“Freak! Slut! Loser! Shortbus!” The yells of her fellow students once again distracted her as she continued writing,

“Singing and clapping, laughing and napping, baking cookies, eating paste.”

“Bull-dyke! Stuck-up! Hunchback!”

“Then we got bigger, That was the trigger, Like the Huns invading Rome” She was about to write more before someone rammed into her on the stairs, despite not being at fault she yelled out, “Sorry!” Before she stood up and started to write now, acting as if she was still writing in her head, “Welcome to my school, This ain't no high school: This is the Thunderdome. Hold your breath and count the days, we're graduating soon.”

“White trash!” Some kids yelled at her as she passed, causing her to sigh internally before continuing (A/N: Sorry if you’re not white I always just interrupted that line as being yelled at Veronica!)

“College will be paradise If I'm not dead by June!” She sighed, before changing her mood and smiling, “But I know, I know, life can be beautiful. I pray, I pray for a better way. If we changed back then, we could change again. We can be beautiful…” She was about to continue internally until she saw a popular shoving someone to the floor, “Just not today.” She finished before running to see the kid who was now on the floor,

“Hey, are you okay?” She asked, offering a hand to help him up, before he helped himself up and yelled in her face,

“Get away, nerd!!” “O-Oh. Okay..” She walked to the cafeteria upset, not understanding why no one around here ever accepted or wanted her help.

“Freak! Slut! Cripple! Homo! Homo! Homo!” The kids in the cafeteria were yelling, causing (Y/N) to roll her eyes at Homo being used as an insult, before she started writing in her diary again as she was waiting in the lunch line,

“Things will get better soon as my letter comes from Harvard, Duke, or Brown. Wake from this coma, take my diploma, then I can blow this town.” She shook her head softly as she continued, “Dream of my ivy-covered walls and smoky French cafes…” Again she was interrupted by someone bumping into her, only this time it was the popular linebacker, Ram Sweeney,

“Watch it!” He yelled at her as (Y/N) breathed through her nose, her anger getting to her more now, “Fight the urge to strike a match and send this dump ablaze!” She was ready to act like nothing happened, until Ram pushed her tray into the air,

“Ooooops.” He said with a smirk as he started to turn around and walk away, until (Y/N) called after him.

“Hey! Stop being such a huge dick!!” She yelled, causing Ram to turn back around and get up close and threateningly to her,

“What did you say to me skank!?” He yelled in her face, causing (Y/N) to flinch scared and back down, “N-Nothing!” “That’s what I thought!” He shoved her slightly again as he walked away and (Y/N) picked up her diary again,

“But I know, I know, I know... Life can be beautiful. I pray, I pray, I pray For a better way. We were kind before; we can be kind once more. We can be beautiful…” She continued before she felt a tap on her shoulder and turned around to see her best friend,

“Hunk! Hey!” She hugged him softly,

“We still on for food night?” He asked sofly “Yeah! You’re on recipe detail!” “Great! I found a new recipe for cake pops!” “Again? Haven’t you tried them all by now?” “What can I say? I’m a sucker for things on sticks” (Y/N) was about to giggle and respond before the quarterback and “smartest guy on the football team” came up to them and yelled,

“Hunk Garbagetruck!! Wide load!! Ha ha!” He yelled as he slammed poor Hunk’s tray on the ground, causing (Y/N) to snap,

“Hey! Pick that up right now!” She yelled “I'm sorry, are you actually talking to me?” He tilted his head intimidatingly,

“Yes, I am. I wanna know what gives you the right to pick on my friend? You're a high school has-been waiting to happen. A future gas station attendant!” (Y/N) responded without missing a beat but started to get more nervous as Kurt approached her more

“...You have a zit right there! Ha ha!” He walked off proudly as (Y/N) shook her head and started writing in her diary again

“Dear diary: why.... Why do they hate me? Why don't I fight back? Why does he act like such a creep? Why won't she date him? Why did he hit him? Why do I cry myself to sleep? Somebody hug us! Somebody fix us! Somebody save us! Send us a sign, God! Give us some hope here! Something to live for”

(Y/N) had finished just in time to see all the kids fawning as three people strutted into the room

“Ah! Shiro, Pidge, and Lance!” (Y/N) shook her head softly at everyone fawning as she sketched out a quick sketch of the three in her diary, and wrote down her thoughts about them as the kids continued fawning around her

“Then there's the Voltrons. They float above it all.”

“I love Shiro, Pidge, and Lance.”

“Lance McClaine. Made Head cheerleader despite being a male. His dad's loaded - he sells engagement rings.”

“I hate Shiro, Pidge, and Lance!”

“Pidge Gunderson. Runs the yearbook. No discernible personality, but her mom did pay for implants.”

“I want Shiro, Pidge, and Lance!”

“And Takashi Shirogane, The Almighty...He is a mythic bitch. They are solid Teflon - never bothered, never harassed. I would give anything to be like that..” She finished her writing as the bell rang, and she followed The Voltrons into the CoEd bathroom. She heard the sound of vomiting, and figured it was probably Pidge. The poor girl had bulimia, and hardly anyone seemed to actually care. (Y/N) hide behind a stall and started writing something as she listened into the conversation that was now happening,

“Grow up, Pidge. Bulimia is so '87.” Shiro called out as he worked on perfecting his eyeliner

“Maybe you should see a doctor, Pidge.” Lance said as he looked sympathetically towards the stall Pidge was in.

“Yeah, Lance. Maybe I should.” She replied weakly. As she replied, a teacher, Ms Allura, walked in,

“Ah, Shiro and Lance.” She started, as the sound of Pidge vomiting erupted again, “... and Pidge. Perhaps you didn't hear the bell over all the vomiting. You're late for class.” She called, as (Y/N) was silently grateful that she had been prepared for this situation, and was ready to come out when the time called for it,

“Pidge wasn't feeling well. We're helping her.” Shiro replied with his arms crossed, causing Allura to chuckle softly, not backing down,

“Not without a hall pass you're not. A week's detention.” She said causing the Voltrons to roll their eyes as Pidge emerged from the stall and (Y/N) came out from her hiding spot,

“Actually, Ms. Allura, all four of us are out on a hall pass. Yearbook committee.” She held out a piece of paper and Ms Allura took it to examine it,

“I see you're all listed. Hurry up and get where you're going.” She said as she started to hand back the hall pass to (Y/N) before Shiro intercepted it to examine it with the rest of the Voltrons behind him,

“This is an excellent forgery. Who are you?” He asked,

“U-Uh (Y/N) (L-L/N). I crave a boon.”

“What boon?” Shiro asked with his arms folded,

“Let me sit at your table at lunch. Just once. No talking necessary.

If people think you guys tolerate me, they'll leave me alone....” (Y/N) started as the Voltrons started to erupt in laughter and walk away before (Y/N) continued with something that grabbed their attention, “Before you answer, I also do report cards, permission slips and absence notes.”

“How about prescriptions?” Pidge asked, stepping out of her position from behind Shiro slightly.

“Shut up, Pidge!”

“Sorry, Shiro…” Pidge got back in her place as Shiro examined (Y/N) who was standing still in front of him, wondering why he was examining her so closely,

“For a greasy little nobody, you do have good bone structure.” He mused, as Lance stepped out of place to join in on it,

“And a symmetrical face. If I took a meat cleaver down the center of your skull,

I'd have matching halves. That's very important.” He said, patting (Y/N)’s back softly as he finished

“Of course, you could stand to lose a few pounds.” Pidge mused as she walked in a small circle around her. Shiro smirked and started singing softly,

“And ya know, ya know, ya know? This could be beautiful. Mascara, maybe some lip gloss, and we're on our way. Get this girl some blush; And Lance, I need your brush. Let's make her beautiful.”

“Let's make her beautiful” Pidge joined in before Lance did too,

“Let's make her beautiful.”

“Make her beautiful... Okay?” Shiro asked, but it wasn’t really a question, and (Y/N) nodded,

“Okay!”

A day passed, and it was now lunch again. Things were going as usual, everyone yelling and insulting and pushing each other, until Ms Allura made an observation,

“Who's that with Shiro?” Everyone’s heads snapped up as they all started watching the door anxiously to get a better look at this mysterious person,

“Whoa! Shiro, Pidge, Lance... And... someone! Shiro, Pidge, Lance... And a babe! Shiro, Pidge, Lance…” They all were confused and were about to state their confusion again until Hunk was able to recognize who this was,

“(Y/N)!?” He exclaimed, shocked that his best friend he’s known his entire life was now drop dead gorgeous. (Y/N) nodded towards him, before she burst into song out of happiness,

“And ya know, ya know, ya know life can be beautiful. You hope, you dream, you pray, and you get your way! Ask me how it feels looking like hell on wheels... My God, it's beautiful! I might be beautiful And when you're beautiful... It's a beautiful frickin' day!”

“Shiro! Pidge! Lance! (Y/N)! Shiro! Pidge! Lance! (Y/N)! (Y/N)! (Y/N)! (Y/N)! (Y/N)!” The kids around them all had started cheering, as (Y/N) was practically jumping up and down in joy. This was the start of a new day, and a new life. Maybe Senior Year wasn’t going to be all that bad.

#(holy hell this is so long)#Mod Pidge #Fic by Mod Pidge #AU by Mod Pidge #Heathers #Heathers Crossover #Shiro #Pidge #Lance #Hunk #Reader #x Reader #The Voltrons #Heathers AU #[ Keith x Reader ]

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