#stay safe guys!! idk about the rest of the world but it is FREEZING where I live D: and we don’t have good heating

[psychicthepsychic-daily]

imagine if I posted something lol

the Dearests quickly learn not to use BF as a messenger to send for Psychic or tell him something needs to be done

BF: hey you’re supposed to—

Psychic: bite kick scratch hiss; “I Am Not Answerable To You”; pretends BF doesn’t exist; “piss off and die”

Mearest: Psychic could you be a dear and—

Psychic: it’s done ma’am <3 any friend of Dearest is a friend of mine

Mearest: I’m his wife.

Psychic:

Mearest: thank you so much <3

I have an idea of what to write with this concept but no Time D: so I'll just talk about it for now lolmao

[justwearthegoddamncardigan]

Can you write platonic gladers x child reader (8 - 10), like when their in the scorch trials

AHHH I've been thinking about writing a platonic fic for so long but I wasn’t sure if anyone would read!!!! This request is so good thank you so much

The Heart

Gladers x child! gender neutral! reader (platonic)

Set during scorch trials (movieverse)

Notes: I decided to format this as headcanons to make it easier. Where Teresa is 'The Traitor', Newt is 'The Glue', etc, reader is tattooed with 'The Heart'. This isn't really in the story, just a note for the title and a general headcanon

Warnings: everything that happened in the movie, i.e. violence, Cranks, Winston shooting himself, and one instance of bad language cause apparently I don't have other vocab

Aris

You meet Aris when you've all escaped from WCKD

He's a nice guy

When you're gathering supplies in that abandoned building he picks out a bunch of little sweaters for you

Idk I get a sweater vibe from him

You wear the sweaters when it's night time in the Scorch, and freezing cold

In the days when it's too hot to wear them Aris carries them in his backpack for you

But that's really the extent of your interactions

You've just had more time to build up trust with the people of your own Glade, so it's easier with them, but you're still chill with Aris

Winston

You didn't really know Winston back in the Glade

But it still hurts when the Cranks get him

He shields you away, not letting you see his wound when he shows the others

The Gladers help him do the same, hiding you from him when he starts looking worse

It's like there's some silent pact between everyone to protect you from seeing as many bad things

Your age seems to make them want to preserve your innocence, or something

Anyway, he always looks after you, until the end

RIP Winston :(

Frypan

He always had a soft spot for you back in the Glade

(everyone did)

That kindness doesn't stop when you're out in the Scorch

He always makes sure you've eaten, and he even offers you some of his food, even though he probably needs more than you

Frypan does his best to keep the mood light for you, cracking little jokes and pulling faces to make you smile

Teresa

For Teresa, you're actually a reminder of what the world was like

Look, we all know Teresa betrayed the group, and that was really shitty

But we can get her motivations sometimes

She looks at you and sees the people she should be saving, the people she wants to protect

You're actually a symbol of hope in her mind

She wants to make a cure so that people like you can live in a world without the Flare

Of course, you would rather she just not betray all your friends, but that's just how her mind works

For you, she's kinda like an older sister... or a mother (lol)

You always sleep beside her at night, and she'll hold your hand while sleeping so you don't have nightmares

Thomas

Thomas is actually kind of a role model to you

You admire his relentless no-one-left-behind mindset, and his bravery

He doesn't really have time to look after you like the others, but you always fuel his spirit with your unfailing optimism

He makes the most time with you at the end of the day, when you're resting

He comforts you when you're scared at night, staying awake to talk to you about simple things, or to tell you a story to take your mind off your fears

You cuddle up to sleep between him and Teresa, giving both of them some calm and peace, since you can tell his mind is always moving a million miles a minute

He's kinda like Teresa with you, actually

They both look at you as a hopeful future, something they have to work towards to protect you

But the difference is that Thomas works to get you and the rest of the group to a safe place, while Teresa... you know, gives you all up

Newt

You trigger some strange memories in Newt

He doesn't really remember, but he had a sister before

You remind him of what it's like to be an older brother

He protects you like his own sibling, making sure you get your sweaters from Aris' bag when it gets cold

He also defends you first when you end up at Jorge's warehouse

When the guard people are closing in on you, he shoves you behind him and threatens to kill anyone who touches you

Obviously they have guns and are stronger than the lot of you, so all you end up getting strung up by your feet

But hey, he tried his best, and it was all fine in the end

Minho

Minho is your favourite

(you're his favourite too)

He's snarky and to-the-point with everyone else, but he's always soft with you

Back in the Glade he'd always let you sit in the Runners' hut and chill out, just drawing pictures or messing around with sticks from the Map

Some days when it gets late, you get tired from walking and Minho will give you a piggyback ride

Usually you'll fall asleep on Minho's back like that, and he'll have to gently put you down, trying not to wake you

Minho's actually always carrying you

Like, in the hard situations - it becomes a regular thing

Some bad shit going down? Get on my back

He's carrying you when you're running in to the warehouse, and you almost get struck by lightning with him

Back when you were escaping the Maze, he was carrying you there too

Hope you enjoyed these :)))

Thank you for reading, and requests are open as always ❤

[elliesguitarstrings]

Just Friends

Masterlist

Pairing: Tom Holland x Actress!Reader

Summary: You and Tom haven’t seen each other since filming Uncharted, and you decide to surprise him at his Jimmy Kimmel interview. Although you’ve always been “just friends,” you can’t help but think there’s something more.

A/N: Hey y’all sorry it’s been a few days since I last posted, I’ve just been super stressed with school and stuff, but I actually really like this fic and I hope you guys like it too!

Warnings: Language, fluff, angst if you squint

WC: 2.4k

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It’s been months since you and Tom last saw each other in person.

While filming Uncharted, the two of you had become extremely close, hanging out in each other’s trailers and spending all of your free time together. In such a short period, you had become best friends, but neither of you could deny the spark of something more. Unfortunately, the two of you never got to explore that spark because of the short time limit. After wrapping, you and Tom went your separate ways, him to Atlanta to film Spiderman 3, and you back to your hometown for a well-deserved break.

That doesn’t mean you two haven’t stayed in contact though. You and Tom have texted and facetimed almost every day since you parted ways, or as much as his busy filming schedule allows. Throughout this time, however, you never seemed to discuss the obvious love connection between you two. Without actually speaking about it, you both seemed to agree that that conversation would be better to have in person.

This bring us to today, where Tom is backstage at Jimmy Kimmel, anxiously waiting for his interview segment of the show. He picks up his phone and decides to text you before he goes on to settle his nerves, wishing you were here to comfort him in person.

T: Are you watching the show yet?

Y: yep I already have my tv turned to abc! are you going on soon?

T: Yeah, I’m so nervous though

Y: why? you’ve been on the show before and you’re like amazing at interviews

T: Idk, Jimmy just said “be ready for a surprise” and he looked really suspicious so I’m scared

T: I just hope they don’t bring like Jennifer Aniston out or something because I would totally freeze and make a fool out of myself

Y: lmao that would be kinda funny tho, but I’m sure you have nothing to worry about

T: Okay we’ll see haha

T: Gtg I’m on in 10, I’ll facetime you after I’m done!

Y: kk, good luck tommy :)

T: Ahh thank you!!

What Tom doesn’t know is that you are ten times more nervous than him. While he’s under the impression that you’re sitting on your living room couch watching the show, you are actually in the dressing room down the hall from him.

Last month, when Tom told you he was going to be on Jimmy Kimmel to promote Cherry, you had the idea to surprise him. You emailed Jimmy not expecting a response, but to your surprise, he actually emailed you back and loved your idea.

So, here you are, waiting backstage and shaking with anticipation to surprise Tom. To be completely honest, you’re even more nervous now that you know Tom is expecting some big star like Jennifer Aniston, who you know has always been his biggest celebrity crush. But nonetheless, you shake off the nerves as best as you can, just hoping everything goes well.

“Please welcome our first guest… Tom Holland everyone!” you hear Jimmy’s voice over the speaker in your dressing room.

Now that Tom is on stage, you can safely leave the room without him seeing you, and you head to the side stage, waiting for your cue.

Tom and Jimmy talk about Cherry for a few minutes, and you can’t help but admire him. His voice, his face, his outfit, everything about him is just perfect. And even better, he’s here in person, closer than he’s been to you in a long time. It takes every ounce of self-control in you to stop yourself from running onstage and hugging him now. ‘Only a minute longer,’ you tell yourself.

“So, other than Cherry, what other upcoming projects are you working on?” Jimmy inquires onstage.

Almost there…

“Well, as most of you know,” Tom addresses the audience, “I’m filming Spiderman 3 right now, which has been going brilliantly. It’s definitely going to be the best one of all the Spiderman movies I’ve done. And I just wrapped on a film called Uncharted a few months ago in Berlin, which was so much fun.”

“Ooh, Uncharted, tell us more about that!"

“Yeah, well it’s based on the video game, and I play the main character, Nathan Drake, who’s on a quest throughout the film. It’s a lot like Spiderman in a way, with all the stunts and stuff, and I think it’s going to turn out great, I can’t wait to see it finished.”

“That sounds like a lot of fun! And if I’m not mistaken, you seem to have met a certain Y/N Y/L/N while filming?”

“Oh, Y/N, yeah, she’s great,” he starts to gush, and you immediately smile, “we became friends super fast, and I miss her so much. I wish she could be here right now, but she’s watching from home actually, so hey Y/N!” he looks directly at the camera and waves, as if he’s waving to you through the screen.

That’s your cue. You tiptoe onstage behind Tom, trying your best to shush the immediate gasps from the audience.

“Well Tom,” Jimmy smiles, “I think your wish may have come true.”

“Huh?” Tom looks around, confused, until his eyes land on you, and he completely freezes.

“Hey Tom,” you smile.

“Y/N! Holy shit! You’re here, you’re actually here!” he exclaims, not caring that he just cursed on live TV.

Tom immediately springs off the couch and sprints to you, arms outstretched. As soon as he reaches you, he picks you up in a tight hug and spins you around, both of you laughing. He sets you down, but still keeps you in a tight embrace, not pulling away until neither of you can breathe. He steps backwards to take you in, still trying to fathom that you’re actually here, with him, after all this time.

“Y/N, wha-, how? I thought you were at your house!” Tom can barely form a sentence, smiling wider than ever and completely out of breath.

“Eh, my house was boring. I thought it would be more fun here with you,” you smile.

He pulls you in again, whispering, “I missed you so fucking much.”

“You have no idea,” you whisper back, resting your forehead on his.

The two of you lock eyes, and for a moment, it’s like you are the only two people in the world. You both start to lean in, lips almost touching, when Jimmy interjects.

“Alright, you two, while that was very sweet, we do still have the rest of the show to get through, so why don’t you come sit down,” Jimmy laughs, bringing you and Tom back to reality.

“Right, of course,” Tom responds, trying his best to keep cool in front of the audience.

Tom ushers you to the couch, keeping one hand on the small of your back as he follows you. He keeps his arm around you when you sit, staying as close to you as possible without raising any more suspicions from the audience.

“So, you two, huh?” Jimmy smirks.

“What? Oh, no, Jimmy, we- we’re just friends,” you laugh trying your best to hide the obvious blush on your cheeks.

“I don’t know, that seemed like a little more than just friend behavior to me over there,”

“What do you expect, I haven’t seen her in half a year!” Tom exclaims, saving you from more embarrassment.

“Okay, okay, fine. Just friends,” he turns to the camera and winks, earning laughs from the audience.

“Anyways Y/N, we already talked about Tom, so tell us about you! How was your experience filming Uncharted?” thankfully, Jimmy moves on.

“Well, up until this point I had only really done small indie films, so it was definitely a major change. But Tom was so nice in helping me and it actually turned out to be such an amazing experience, probably the most fun I’ve ever had filming a movie…”

You go on for a few more minutes, talking to Jimmy about your role in Uncharted and your career in general, exchanging small glances with Tom, who just sat back and listened, completely entranced by you.

“Alright, well thank you so much for coming Y/N, it was great to have you! I’m afraid I have to keep Tom for a few more minutes for our next segment, but you’ll have him all to yourself soon enough,” Jimmy smiles.

You laugh, “Thank you so much for having me Jimmy, it was such a pleasure!”

You stand up and hug both Jimmy and Tom, giving Tom a small peck on the cheek before you walk offstage, waving to the audience as you leave.

You smile all the way back to your dressing room, completely overjoyed that you were successful in surprising Tom. As soon as you sat down on the small couch, not even two minutes after you walked offstage, your phone starts blowing up with notifications.

You see that your best friend texted you, so you check that first.

BFF: so you and tom huh? girl why didn’t you tell me?????

Y: what no???

Y: we’re just friends!!

BFF: that’s not what literally all of twitter thinks

Y: wdym? they don’t know anything

BFF: go check rn, i’m telling you they’re going batshit crazy over you two

You check Twitter and immediately see the fans already going crazy over you and Tom.

“just friends”????? bullshit did y’all see the way they almost KISSED?????

TOM AND Y/N I SHIP I SHIP I SHIP

did y’all see the way tom looked at y/n? he’s totally in love omg

UGH I’M SO JEALOUS AKSDHJSAHDSHD I WANT TO BE Y/N SO BAD

they’re so cute help omg

THE WAY Y/N FLEW OUT TO CALIFORNIA JUST TO SURPRISE TOM??? JUST FRIENDS MY ASS

Were you really being that obvious? You quickly call your friend, looking for some advice on what to do, and she picks up right away.

“Okay you were right, they’re going absolutely insane,” you start.

“I mean what do you expect y’all almost kissed on live tv!”

“Shut up.”

“Come onnnnn Y/N, I know you like him and he obviously likes you too so just talk to him! You already know that you two would be the cutest fucking couple ever. Plus you already have the approval of twitter what more could you need?”

You laugh, but you’re still hesitant.

“I don’t know, what if he doesn’t like me back?

“HE. ALMOST. KISSED. YOU. ON. LIVE. FUCKING. TELEVISON. I THINK HE LIKES YOU BACK BITCH!”

“Okay first of all we didn’t almost kiss, and second of all I don’t want to ruin our friendship. Plus how would I even tell him?”

“Okay YES YOU DID ALMOST KISS! And this isn’t middle school! Just tell him how you feel.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Think about what?”

You whip around and see Tom standing at your dressing room door.

“Fuck I gotta call you back,” you whisper, quickly hanging up the phone.

You turn back to Tom, still standing in the doorway.

“How much of that did you hear?” you ask, blushing profusely.

“Um, all of it I think,” Tom looks down and you immediately start to freak out.

Tom, however, looks back up at you and smirks.

“So you like me huh?”

You stay silent for a moment, a billion thoughts running through your head. You contemplate denying it and staying just friends with Tom. But then you think back to what your best friend told you just a second ago.

“Just tell him how you feel.”

“Yeah Tom. I like you. And not as a friend. This isn’t really the way I intended on telling you, and I get if you don’t feel the same way, but the way I feel about you isn’t just platonic. There’s a connection between us that I felt since the day we met and I can’t help but think that you feel it too. And then today it just got, like, ten times stronger and I-“

Tom promptly cuts you off by cupping your jaw and placing his lips on yours, sending a rush throughout your entire body. His lips feel like heaven, moving ever so gently against yours, and again, it feels like you two are the only people on Earth. The kiss is warm and loving, and although it doesn’t last long, the moment has already been engraved in your mind for eternity.

He pulls back, looking into your eyes, making sure he hasn’t made a mistake, but you only stare back at him ten times more lovingly.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” he whispers.

“Me too,” you whisper back.

He takes your hands in his, “Y/N, I do feel that connection, and I want us to be more than just friends. I always have.”

As much as you are relieved that Tom feels the same way, you can’t help but worry.

“What about the distance? Are you sure we can handle that?”

“Of course we can,” Tom assures you, “I don’t care how far away we are from each other, I love you, and I’m never letting any amount of distance take that away.”

“But these past few months have been so hard without you, and we haven’t even been dating, I just- I don’t want to be apart from you anymore.”

“Then move in with me. Come to London and live with me!”

“Okay,” you grin.

“Wait, really?” Tom questions, taken aback.

“Yeah, why not? I mean, obviously we won’t be able to be together all the time because of our jobs, but it’ll be the closest thing.”

“Are you sure? That’s a big commitment to move that far.”

“I’m positive Tom. You’re my best friend, and now, I guess you’re my boyfriend,” you giggle, “I love you too, and I want to be with you, even if that means moving thousands of miles to London.”

Tom smiles, “You called me your boyfriend.”

“Shut up you dork, come here.”

You pull him in for another kiss, still feeling like you’re floating. Your lips once again move perfectly together, as if they’re made for each other. You’re completely consumed in him, and him in you, and in this moment, you know that he is the only one for you. In this moment, you know that you want to spend the rest of your life with him, and only him, and it’s the best feeling in the world.

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[phoebehalliwell]

Oh could u do Prue/Micah? S4

okay okay okay so we're doing all hallow's eve in early s3 micah's reincarnation does Not show up at the end of the episode because we're saving him for something bigger. but we'll say that something on a later vanquish a physical item triggers something in prue she's like hey does that remind you of anything?? and piper and phoebe are like ??? no? it's just a(n) [item]? and prue's like really? nothing? and they're like idk what does it remind you of and she's like i don't know... the past? samhain, maybe? do you think it's one of our ancestor's? and piper and phoebe are like prue i don't know can we get out of here??? and she's like yeah yeah but she takes it with her and like. uses her auction house knowledge to like correctly id it back to the time they were in salem (or not maybe idk but if it is from the past she realizes that a) either it was something micah owned or b) it was the knife that killed him. if it's neither of those than it's modern and she can't figure out what about it is calling to her). the plot is kind of dropped. then, we enter s4, the battle with the source is on the horizon cole is. we'll say still on their side, successful relationship with phoebe. cole is the first one to pitch going on the offensive, which prue is first to back, then phoebe, and begrudgingly piper. leo's still not a fan but phoebe gets a premonition of something something darklighter so let's stamp that out before it begins. so they shimmer down with cole to the underworld leo doesn't go with them bc well. a) he can't sense as well down there so he won't really be able to find them if they get separated which leads to b) of they're separated the girls have no way out of hell and as a sidenote c) he's a whitelighter. so if the darklighters get him they Also have no way out of hell. so leo stays topside and cole's their ride. something something something they're closing in on where the clan lives or maybe their weapons forge and there's a darklighter just outside piper blow him up no wait and prue like Jumps in front of her and piper quickly deflects and hits the cavern wall next to them and wants to yell what the hell prue but it's too late because all hell breaks loose the darklighters were there waiting for them the seer foresaw this so they all duck for cover prue throws a couple phoebe karate chops cole energy balls piper blows up em and will occasionally freeze the cavern for a couple seconds but she still doesn't have a hold on her powers, but phoebe while fighting one of them gets a premonition: leo, shot. and over the din she's like it's a diversion, they're gonna kill leo like we have to get to leo but they're all hella spread apart right now so in one of piper's freezes cole gets to phoebe and another the pair get to piper but prue's still to far away she redirects an arrow that nearly hits phoebe in the hed she's like there's no time go!! and they're like no!! but prue just squints at cole and cole understands and shimmers them out of there and we'll say the guy who she initially dove in front of was knocked out by like rocks from piper's blast well he's coming to and see's prue fighting for her life and like. you know just starts to stir and prue spares a glance at him and he recognizes her just like he did in puritan times and he's like ...you saved me and prue looks at him and again connection but she can't find the words to say because she has to get right back to kicking ass, we'll say an arrow flies right past her face like through her hair she ducks down again like can you get us out of here? and he just like barely sits up head cradled in one hand, he's bleeding, but he just nods and places his other on prue's shoulder and black orbs them out and now they're in like a loft in san francisco prue still in fight mode and micah still bleeding from a head wound and he just kind of collapses on the ground and prue's like !!! oh shit.

back @ the manor leo's just been shot and piper's running over like help me get him to the attic i'll swap our powers you guys get out of the house so you're not affected go get prue and leo's like ??? go get her and cole's like she's still with the darklighters and leo's like no she's topside she's in the city and they're all like how??? and piper's like who gives a shit how help me get him to the attic then give me some space so phoebe and cole wait in the outside lil backyard type thing they have maybe we get a phole scene piper swaps powers and heals leo but he's still weak and piper hear's prue's call and leo's like go i'm still too weak to heal and piper's i'm not leaving you not while they're out there and leo's like hey don't worry you're still with me right ad blows up idk a lamp and piper just kind of smiles like okay but if you're gonna blow anything else up try to hit that vase because i've always hated it

piper goes downstairs gets phoebe and cole like okay let's go get prue and she orbs them all out into this loft where prue has got this guy slumped over his table pressing a damp towel to his head but jesus that's a lot of blood and she's like leo thank g- where's leo and piper's like he's resting he was shot so i had to tap in. and prue's like you can heal? and piper's like uh huh and prue's like okay great heal him and piper moves forward and then stops because prue is that the darklighter? and prue's like yes but you don't understand and piper's like what part of healing a Darklighter don't i understand prue when they Just tried to kill my husband now you're trying to save him and prue's like come on doesn't he look familiar to you and piper's looking at him like ew bc she can hardly see past the bloodcovered face but phoebe wanders forward and cole instinctively tries to hold her back bc Evil but she just kind of shakes him off bc she knows what she's doing and cole relents and she puts a hand up to his shoulder and she's like it is him. and prue's lookin like exactly! and piper's like who??? and prue's like micah and he stirs at the sound of his own name and piper's like Who??? and prue's like don't you remember he saved our necks--literally--multiple times; he died for us and it's clicking piper's like In Puritan Times??? and cole kinda blanches bc he Might have killed that guy i can't remember and prue's like piper for the amount of times he's saved us, please, just heal him and piper's like you get that that was centuries ago right? a lot changes in a couple hundred years; he's a darklighter now and prue's like piper. please. and piper relents bc what can she say she trusts prue. and micah comes to and sees cole and stumbles back like hits the ground again and prue's like no no it's okay and he looks at her and it's like we can see his world fade around him and just focus on prue and his hand flies up to his head and finds no blood and prue's like it's okay, you're healed and micah's like so that'd be the second time you've saved my neck today? and prue's like consider it returning the favor and piper's like okay well I'm breaking up the balcony scene this time how did the darklighters know we were coming? and micah's like this woman. she visited us and said you were coming, you were leaving your whitelighter vulnerable... and they're like what woman and cole's like the seer. and micah just nods and he's like i've read about you, you know, what you've done, i was hoping i could get away to warn you before... and piper's like Why. Why would you betray your own people and micah's like because i can see what dark magic can do... and it can't be undone [to later be revealed tragic backstory!! micah was raised by his mother topside or maybe his father and we get a complex darklighter situation with his mom potentially even having her defect but no matter when micah was like. idk twelve or something?? there was this bully in school and we're trying to stay with charmed morality and justify this so we'll say this kid was like serial killer bad killed puppies for fun type bad and he was a bully and micah was standing up to him #feminism when they got into a fight and micah was losing like Really losing like about to be beat to death at age twelve losing when his hand started glowing red and he shoved it against the bully and next the you know that kid was fucking dead. micah had killed a guy before he had even gone through puberty. oof. anyways top ten defining moments tried existing on the dl but has also killed a couple other people and we'll keep them Bad murderers and rapists but it's still like you end up in a bar fight and then the next thing you know that guy is dead and it doesn't matter what a cunt he was it doesn't matter than you didn't mean to do it you just have a power you don't know how to control no all that matters is you're getting manslaughter at best unless you go with this man who claims to be your uncle who can teleport like you who has the same deathtouch who can teach you to control your power].

blah blah blah plot progression all that prue and micah fall in love relatively quickly because they can feel that tug in their souls (SIDE TANGENT: i've already said before i like wyatt as a reincarnation of melinda warren but what if prue was Also a reincarnation of melinda warren, ipso facto wyatt is also prue reincarnated retconning why they can't summon her spirit. 👀?) but but BUT the seer foresaw this she new micah would turn to the side of good so she planted something that blew up in a metaphorical sense so now they don't know if they can trust micah prue wants to trust him but she doesn't want to put her family in danger if he really is in league with the source phoebe is advocating for her to follow her heart and piper is Hard No against micah like even before like she really didn't want him around before this bomb dropped even more so now and prue's like okay what's your beef and piper's like he's not safe to have around prue he's a damn darklighter and prue's like you know you keep like using that against him leo doesn't even care why are you so hung up on this and piper's like leo's safety isn't the only one at risk here!! and prue's like what you have some secret whitelighter you haven't told us about?? and piper is just silent and stubborn and prue's still in fight stance until it clicks and she's like piper... and piper's like still not talking and prue's like piper,,, are you pregnant? and piper's like no you know what i shouldn't even have said anything forget you even heard anything and prue's like ???? piper this is great news why why didn't you tell us and tries to hug her and piper just ducks away and prue's like heart is breaking watching her like this because piper's like really maternal she'd be a great mom so why isn't she happy and piper just looks at prue like : ( i didn't tell you because this isn't the first time this has happened. and prue's like ??? and piper's like towards the end of s3,,, i thought i was. well, no. i was pregnant. and, um. i was scared, because of all the demon fighting and everything, but i was excited prue i was so excited to be a mom and then a couple weeks later,,, and gets all choked up and prue just pulls her into a really big hug like sweetie why didn't you tell us and piper's just crying like i don't know we already have so much with the source and with the fighting every day,, i didn't want you guys to feel like i did, you're already going through so much and prue's like honey You're Going Through So Much and just know we're always here for you forget the source and his sorry ass forget the seer nothing's more important that you okay nothing's more important and piper's just okay okay : ((((.

so anyways we vanquish the source for the midseason finale but now we have the seer the real mastermind as the s4b villain and she's got her eyes set on a great prized: a prophesied baby. in one episode prue and micah get knocked back into a past life regression where they keep slipping back further and further in time and they keep finding each other in each life but they need to get out of here and piper leo phoebe cole are on the outside trying to get them out because if they reach their first life their life where their soul was new and slip back further, there's no way to bring them back after that we're not killing prue lol but what that really does is just cements prue and micah's place together like In Every Life they had each other in one form or another they were always destined to find each other....... fin <3

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Grey's Anatomy season 17×06 Review

(How the f**k they just gonna leave me on read like this till March 4th)

The episode was a rollercoaster but something tells me the real ride is going to happen from the next episode.

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Maggie

I knew Winston was gonna show up in person at some point or the other. When he dropped the long distance wasn't working line and put the phone down in her ear so he could get some 'eggs' I knew he was in Seattle, good for her she's going to need him to lean on seeing that Mer freaking crashed again. At least she'll have somebody there for her because all her other support is personally attached to Meredith as well.

Besides Winston turning up, treating Tom and her being understandably giddy at Mer being awake there was also a scene where she educated Amelia on some things now I won't get into the details again but I'm just in love with the fact that Grey's isn't afraid to touch on controversial topics, they use their large platform to raise awareness and their speeches are always on point.

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Teddy/Owen

(She needed the time off more than Bailey did tbh)

My God was it satisfying when Richard literally just tore into her. She put herself in the situation and is now taking her anger out on others which is really in poor taste. Poor Helm, I hope she didn't take it personally. At this point it's her time to annoy me, I miss the season 6 Teddy, hopefully she redeems herself soon. After being torn apart by Webber's words she then proceeds to make things worst by revealing yet another big secret to Owen at work. (At least this time it was on purpose.) She just needs to take some time away and think on what she really wants and needs to reflect before spontaneously starting potentially life changing conversations. First it was telling Tom they had a chance then it was telling Owen that she still loves him and the kids while also revealing that she named their daughter after not only her best friend but also the woman that she was very much in love with. Pick a struggle Teddy at this point she's seeming confused more than anything else.

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Owen

For the past few seasons Owen was one of the characters getting on my nerves but lately he's been fine. He hasn't redeemed himself yet but his probation is going fine. Watching this show really shows how good of a person a doctor has to be in order to follow the ethical guidelines. If I had that scum bag for a patient I would have literally just pretended to fail at saving him and let the guy die, (guess that's why the Lord made me suck at Chemistry and Physics) his response to Bob about him being at the devils barbecue was badass, gave me serious season 5 Owen vibes or vibes like when he punched that guy out for disrupting the ER when he was chief, Major Hunt reporting for duty.

As for him and Teddy I can get why he was upset, her he was about to attempt to make amends at probably rekindling a friendship or maybe their relationship and she revels that your daughter is named after her lover, she could have atleast told him that when they were in the naming process, he deserved to know exactly who his child was being named after. I'm kinda a bitch but there was no way I'd feel comfortable having my child named after my partner's lover. On the other hand he should hear her out he has literally cheated twice and both times he sat and was able to share his side of the story and the woman he was with listened to his explanations. Teddy deserves as much, it might hurt but he did the same and Karma unfortunately is still a bitch.

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Bailey

(I just wanted to give her a hug the whole night.)

She has a really unhealthy habit of working through her grief, first her miscarriage and now through the death of her mom. I'm honestly sad that Ben had to be the one to comfort Tuck and tell him his grandmother had even died (she's always so busy, Ben is pratically the one raising him at this point.) And I'm also upset that I haven't gotten to see Ben being there for her either. I'm assuming it might be a protocol on the sets.

At least she took time off of the cases, I understand why she didn't want to go home as a doctor she has the highest risk of transporting the virus, but her mind understandably wasn't going to be in the doctoring game. I really thought they were gonna make her freeze up and accidentally kill a patient or something, but at least they didn't go down that line. And what even happened to her dad? did he take the Covid test? Wheres he staying now? Is he safe?

The conversations between her and Deluca were sweet, it's another unexpected friendship, before the only one she really disclosed any details of her life with was Richard but now they're opening her support group which is fine. I'm also glad that Deluca was able to look past the whole fiasco last season and hold no grudges. She has now fully redeemed herself completely, she's still my all time favorite character but from season 13 to probably mid season 16 she really had some storylines and scenes that irked me to watch and made me question some things, but now she's back on track at least to me.

Also I know that Richard is the chief of chiefs but how are they just gonna let him take back over the surgery unit like that again? I mean I did miss him as chief but now Bailey just basically seems like a regular old surgeon with a fancy office, idk it just seems kinda weird to me.

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Jackson

Not only carrying on the work and teachings of Mark Sloan but also using his boatload of cash to rescue a patient's mother from racist police who should have been the ones actually in prison. That was basically it for him though.

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Jo

Oml I honestly almost forgot she was even really in the episode. She had so little screen time. She's still in the middle of transitioning to OB. I have no issue with that because OB's still can do surgery, so we'll still get to see her and she'll be happy again plus it's about time that Grey's cashes in that Regulars card on Carina. We see her on Station 19 as an accessory I want to see the Jo and Carina tag team.

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Amelia

Not really much in this episode. No content with Link she just did surgery to save the scum with Owen. They may have made a mediocre couple but they work good as friends. Also I'm assuming she's off of maternity leave now? Did they mention that I'm not sure but she's back now.

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Richard

Not much of a storyline, he made the decision to put Meredith on the Vent and is busy running the hospital as the chief of the hospital again I guess. And also spitting the much needed facts that Teddy needed to hear.

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Tom

They're finally showing more of Tom's good side, I mean I always liked him and saw the potential in his character but they never really showed his soft side for a prolonged period like they did today. May I just say I enjoyed his and Meredith's friendly banter they have the same lowkey dark humor and at least it would have taken their minds off of being sick especially for him because he basically has no one else. Hearing him open up about his son and expressing how he'd do anything to hear him say dad again was sad I can only imagine his pain. Meredith was his reason for holding on especially after he had to witness his roommate die from Covid, the same thing he's suffering from right before his eyes and now Mer back unconscious this time with a tube down her throat I'm just really hoping that he keeps the faith, the last thing we need is a death right now.

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Meredith

(God damn it Mer all you had to do was stay awake.)

For a few brief moments all was right with the world Meredith was awake and everyone was happy and then she just had to go be Wonder Woman and over exert herself, but that's the thing they would have probably needed armed guards at the doors to keep her from putting someone else's life above her own, its one of her best qualities and at times one of her worst. I knew it was too good to be true when she was awake and laughing. It was giving me Mark Sloan final episode vibes. They better not kill her off that would be the worst ending for me, what about the kids? Step off the damn beach Mer you've gone through too much to let Covid take you out. On the other hand this gives us more beach scenes. It's more unlikely to have a live character return but there's still lots of dead ones to choose from, her mother is always a likely suspect, Denny loved being on the show and I think Breaking bad had its final season, Mark is a toss up based on how he cut ties with the show and Lexie is also a toss up because she is filming Supergirl in another country, however anything is possible with Grey's. I thought the beach scenes were over because she was waking up but look how wrong I was. All I hope is that they don't kill her off its unlikely because she's the main character but still its Grey's they like to go out with a bang.

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Deluca

I left him for last because to me he really did have the biggest storyline of the night.

Firstly I'm glad to see that at least part of the earliers season's Deluca has returned. I loved him as the passionate, badass and almost cocky guy as well but I always missed his more compassionate and softer side more. I'm glad to see it back and I'm also glad to see that he's taking his meds and resting, and I can confirm that having support is a needed factor in treating mental health. As strange as it was seeing the Bailey and Deluca chat it's good that they both have each other. They both suffer from mental illnesses and can relate to each other on a different level. They have me wondering now if they're going to use his mental health issues as a way to separate him and Mer, or use it as the reason why he pursued her, kinda like how they tried to blame Amelia's tumor for her bad decisions and then used it to break her and Owen up. I guess we'll just have to see where Merluca will go from here or if it will manifest Merhaynes instead.

Now onto the big stuff, the whole sex trafficking thing the whole episode I was literally yelling at the tv for either Deluca, Bailey or Carina to see that bitch, the moment it was connected that the kidnapper was involved in trafficking and she showed up I knew shit was about to go down. My heart was racing when I saw her with Schmitt. I really thought she was going to attack him with how sus she was being, luckily she had to go to avoid further suspicion. They need to put security on those girls' door. They've been through enough. If she goes to finish off Bob then no one cares but the girls don't deserve to go through anything else and Deluca after seeing her decided to go after him himself instead of calling the police, granted the police wasn't doing anything helpful but the last thing we need is for him to go after her himself like Superman and trying to save the day. At least Carina went with him so she can help talk him down if necessary but there's only so much she can do.

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There are too many damn superheroes in that hospital.

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My questions are:

• Will both Tom and Meredith make it out of the Covid sickness or will one or even both of them die?

• Will Teddy finally make her mind up so that the Teddy, Tom and Owen love triangle can finally have an ending?

• Who the hell is coming to the beach next? And can they tell Meredith to get her ass off of the beach and never return until she's like 80?

• Will Superman, I mean Deluca save the day without needing medical attention afterwards? Or worst yet needing a casket?

• Is Jo actually switching specialties?

• Are they going to go after the girls or kill Bob instead?

• How is it going to go with Maggie and Winston now that he has arrived in person?

• And lastly and most importantly what am I supposed to do with my Thursday nights until March 4th.

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idk if you are taking requests or will be comfortable with this one but can we get a tom blurb? your a new actress and you have a scene where you have to cliff dive and you accidentally drown because equipment got stock on you and tom has to do cpr?

decided to combine!

Old Friend 2

First Part

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: drowning

Masterlist

Tom left set with one thought that day:

He needed your lips on his again.

He felt weird with his sudden less than platonic feelings for you. You’d been his best friend all his life and now he was wishing you were more.

He ended up getting his wish, but not in the way he imagined. 

“Wait up!” A mans voice sounded behind you as you made your way back to set.

You turned around and almost dropped the mountains of scripts you held in your hands. The man helped steady you until you got back on your feet.

“You’re Y/n, right?” He asked.

“Yes, I am. Have we met?” You asked him.

“No. I’m the stunts coordinator.” The man explained. “Kevin needs you to fill in for an extra again.”

“You said you’re a stunt coordinator? I don’t think I’m qualified to do any stunts.” You told him as you struggled to keep the scripts together.

“That’s why Kevin wanted me to get you. You don’t need any qualifications. We just need you to jump into some water.” The man said simply.

“Jump from how high?” You asked skeptically.

“Just a few feet.” He promised. “The cameras will be underwater and that’s what we need to capture. We’re gonna film the actress jumping off a platform that looks like a cliff but we need footage of you under the water. Our actress is being a little difficult about getting her hair wet today.”

“Is it safe?” You implored.

“Very safe. We’ll attach an air tank to you and you’ll be just fine.” The man smiled. You shrugged before feeling the brisk wind chilling you through your sweater.

“I don’t know about the water. It’s freezing out.” You pointed out.

“You’re gonna have a weighted wet suit on under your costume. It’ll keep you warm.” The man assured you. “Will you do it?”

“Sure.” You nodded. It was another chance to be in a marvel movie. “Why not?”

An hour later, you were getting an air tank hooked on to your back as someone zipped your costume over your wetsuit. The suit was heavy and you already felt like lying down. Tom had to film his own scene and couldn’t be there to watch you, but he gave you the biggest hug when you told him and wished you luck.

“Ready?” Kevin asked you and you gave a thumbs up.

“Action!” He called, and you jumped into the water. You twisted your body as you were told as you sank to the bottom. The underwater camera touched your foot unexpectedly, causing you to jolt. Your back hit a rock and the air tank began to make a weird sound. You opened your eyes and could just barely make out the air tank through the murky water. You reached for it in a panic as your back hit the bottom, the air tank on top of you.

Your air tank sat on your chest and held you in place. You tried to maneuver it off of you, but it was too heavy to push. The added pressure from the weighted wet suit kept you pinned to the ground with no way of getting up. You struggled, but it exhausted you. You began to feel sleepy and decided to close your while you waited for the crew to pull you up. Slowly, you closed your eyes and let yourself drift off.

Elsewhere on set, Tom had finished his scene and was constantly checking his phone for an update from you. He sat down by two interns and sent you another text.

“Yeah, I heard it was pretty bad. Like, she came up all blue and stuff.” One of the interns said, catching Tom’s ear.

“Do you think they’ll halt production?” The other one asked.

“Probably not. She wasn’t a main actress or anything. Just some extra.” The first answered.

“What are you guys talking about?” Tom snapped, causing the interns to jump.

“You didn’t hear? An extra totally drowned over on lot B.” One said and the other lightly hit his arm.

“Dude, have some respect. She could be dead.” He said.

“Drowned?” Toms mouth went dry. “You mean the girl shooting the cliff diving scene?”

“Yeah, that one. No one told you?” The intern asked.

“When did this happen?” Tom ignored him question as his palms began to sweat.

“Just now. I heard it on my headset. You didn’t know her, did you?” The kinder intern asked.

“Did you say she was blue?” Tom feared.

“That’s what I heard.” They nodded.

“Move.” Tom pushed past the interns and ran to lot B. He saw a crowd of people gathered around something and began to push his way through. Through all the shouting and people, Tom found you lying on the floor with purple lips and a pale face. He immediately got down on his knees and held two fingers to your neck until he felt your pulse; weak, but there.

“What happened?” He demanded and looked around for someone to blame.

“We don’t know. She never came up for air. We think the equipment got stuck on her.” The stunt coordinator said sheepishly. He could tell Tom was furious and he had been the one who got you to do the scene.

“How long was she under?” Tom asked as he took off his jacket and wrapped you in it.

“Three, maybe four minutes? It wasn’t long. I don’t know why she isn’t waking up.” Someone else answered.

“What’s being done to help her?” Tom said angrily. “She’s purple for Christ’s sake.”

“Alec did chest compressions and Jenna called the medic. They said they’d be here in five.” The stunt coordinator offered as he bent down next to you.

“I don’t have five minutes.” Tom shook his head and put a hand on your chest.

“Tom-“ the coordinators moved his hand.

“Move.” Tom ordered. He put the heel of his hand on the center of your rib cage and laced his hands together. He began doing chest compressions for thirty seconds. He felt your pulse again but felt no improvement.

“You should really wait for the medic.” The coordinator said weakly. Tom looked at him with a burning anger.

“And you should really make sure your extras don’t drown in your watch.” Tom snapped before turning his attention back to you.

“Next time I kiss you, you better be awake.” Tom muttered before putting his mouth over yours. He blew into it until he felt your chest rise and began doing compressions again.

“Come on, Y/n. Wake up. Show me your eyes.” Tom begged while he did another 30 seconds of compressions.

“Please, darling. Let me see your eyes.” He asked again and he began to press harder.

Finally, a cough and a sputter caused you to open your eyes. They connected with Toms and a sleepy smile dawned on your face.

“Good morning.” You said softly as relief flooded into Toms eyes. He let out a grateful laugh.

“You’re okay.” He said as he pulled you into a tight hug. The crowd began to back away to give you space.

“I thought you were only a hero in the movies?” You giggled into his ear, making him hug you tighter.

“Well my damsel was in distress.” Tom replied. He held you close to him as he walked you back to the trailer, his hand never leaving your back. 

He was silent on the e way there, so you stayed silent as well. It wasn't until you were inside that he diced to speak. 

“Hey, can we talk?” Tom asked in a strange voice when you got back to his trailer.

“Sure, what about?” You asked. Tom stood there awkwardly as he searched for the right words. He stuttered for a moment and tripped over his words until he finally spit it out.

“You drowned.” He said as if it were the strangest thing in the world.

“I know. I better win an Oscar for this movie.” You laughed lightly, stopping when Tom didn’t laugh as well.

“It’s not funny.” He stated.

“I’m not joking. Playing ‘Girl Number 2’ has proven to be a real challenge and I deserve some recognition for it.” You said playfully as you cleaned up Toms trailer the same way you used to clean up his room so his mom would allow him to stay out a little later.

“You could’ve died, Y/n.” Tom said gravely.

“But I didn’t.” You quipped. “No harm, no foul right?”

“How was there no harm? When I got to you, you weren’t breathing. Your face was purple and your-“ Tom stopped yelling when he saw you back away from him in fear. “-your heart was barely beating.”

“Hey, Tommy.” You brought out his childhood nickname and rested your hands on his face, making him look at you. “It’s okay. It’s beating now. Here, feel.” You rested his hand over your heartbeat and let him feel it.

“I was really worried. Like, really really worried. I’ve known you all my life. I thought, for a minute there, we were gonna be pulled apart again right as we were brought back together. Right as I started to…” he trailed off. “It doesn’t matter. I just kept thinking of the day when you told me you were moving and how hard we both cried. I remember telling my mom I’d never see my best friend again. I got that same feeling when I saw you lying there, like I was loosing my best friend and I couldn’t do anything to stop it. I was really, really worried.” His eyes got glassy with tears and you decided humor would cheer him up.

“Hey, at least you didn’t wet your pants ag-“ Tom grabbed your face and kissed you firmly before you could finish your sentence.

“Woah.” You smiled shyly.

“At least you were breathing this time.” Tom said mostly to himself.

“Am I supposed to know what the means?” You raised an eyebrow, still in his embrace.

“It doesn’t matter.” Tom shook his head head with a happy smile. “I’m just happy you’re okay, old friend.”

“We’re not friends anymore, are we?” You asked coyly.

Tom smiled warmly and rested his hands on your waist.

“I guess we’re a little more.” He grinned.

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Don’t Come Looking

Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: mentions of smut, cursing, pregnant!reader

Summary: after a drunken night out and Dean and y/n finally confessing their feelings . . . and other things, y/n finds out something that has her running for the hills.

A/n: this might become a series, idk my guys. But I had this idea a few weeks ago so I’m finally writing it. (also I don't write smut due to the fact that I suck at writing it, and no one wants poorly written smut.)

“Oh no-“ you mumbled, leaning back against the bathroom counter, you let your hands slide down your face. Oh no,no,no,no,no. This was not good.

It was supposed to be just a fun night out at one of the bars in Lebanon. And then some jackass started relentlessly hitting on you and Dean got up and proceeded to throw his fist into the guys face.

You usually could take care of it, but Dean never gave you the chance. It completely took you by surprise when it happened.

And then a series of events unfolded that you never expected to happen in all your life. Dean had slapped a few bills down on the table, taken your hand and left the bar.

“Dean! What the hell was that?! I can take care of myself!” You yelped, stepping out into the warm night air.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry. I tired to hold myself back, but the way he was looking at you had my blood boiling.” Dean admitted, leaning back against the impala to rub his temple.

“Dean, I- wait, were you jealous?”

The hunter sighed, closing his eyes. “Yes, okay? Yes, I was jealous. Trust me, it caught me by surprise too.”

You couldn’t help the fact that your eyes widened. Dean Winchester being jealous? That was not the Dean you knew at all.

“You gonna say anything or are you gonna just stare at me in silence?” He grumbled. “I made this weird, I’m sorry.”

Then it clicked. Dean had feelings for you. You never expected that either.

Closing the distance between you, you pressed your lips against his, feeling him freeze momentarily before kissing back, his hand going to rest on the back of your neck. Suddenly, he is pulling you against him, and bending his head to kiss you deeper. Deans lips were on yours. Dean Winchester was kissing you, you thought, oh my god. It was like all the years of tension snapped in that moment as you let yourself melt into him.

And things only picked up from there. . .

The shock had you gripping the edges of the bathroom sink with such a ferocity that your knuckles were turning white. It was the only way you could steady yourself.

You were a hunter. Hunters couldn’t have this. The world was too dangerous- too mean.

All you could do was keep your eyes locked on the small item on the counter. It almost felt like the pregnancy test was staring back at you.

You were pregnant with Dean Winchesters child.

You needed to think. Figure out how to approach this whole thing, but it was insane. Your body and mind were stuck in a state of shock.

This shouldn’t have happened.

Chewing on your nails, you paced the bathroom you had locked yourself in. Luckily Sam and Dean were busy doing research for a case, so the last place their minds should be was on you.

Eventually you realized you had locked yourself away for far too long, and so you swung open the door and ventured down the hallway, jamming the pregnancy test deep into your coat pocket.

“Well look who decided to show herself.”

Fuck. You were hoping to get to the kitchen without being noticed. With a sigh, you turned and looked into the library, seeing the brothers hunched over the table. The older Winchester shooting you a grin.

Damn him. You hated Dean Winchester and his fucking eyes, and his fucking freckles, and his stupid muscular shoulders. But you really hated his lips and that goddamn smirk and that stupid proud grin like he was still a five year old child.

Sucking in your lips, you couldn’t help but glare at him. Why did you have to go and catch feelings for him?

Deans face fell, seeing the way you were looking at him. “Y/n, you alright?” He spoke slowly, closing the book in front of him.

“I’m FiNe.” You croaked, plastering on a smile to try and convince them that you were. . . even though you were not. If you kept looking at him, all the words would just flow out, and you couldn’t let that happen. “I’m going to bed. Goodnight.” And with that you turned on your heel and headed back down the hallway towards your room.

Once you were gone, Dean turned to share a concerned look with Sam, the two clearly confused by the way you were acting.

“What the hell was that?”

Dean shook his head, unable to come up with an answer. “No idea.” He knew better than to get up and follow you. That was just a way to get you angry.

*. *. *. *. *.

You didn’t realize how long you had been lying awake in your bed until the clock on your nightstand blinked 1:30am.

You couldn’t keep going like this. Dean had a right to know, but you couldn’t bring yourself to even think about telling him. . . and you couldn’t stay here either. It wasn’t a good idea to go on hunts and when they noticed you weren’t coming, they would definitely know something was up.

It was like your fight or flight instincts kicked on in that moment, and before you knew it your feet were hitting the tile as you crossed your room. As silently as you could, you gathered as many belongings as you could, dumping them into your two duffel bags. After writing a quick note and leaving it on the bed, you changed quickly, slipping on a pair of sneakers and sliding the bags onto your shoulders.Thankfully the door to your room was quiet and you opened it with ease. Flipping off the lights you gave your room one last look.

They were going to be fine.

Dean was going to be fine.

Closing the door, you turned down the hallway heading for the garage, face set and determined. Your steps almost completely silent as you passed Deans door. Luckily his lights were out, meaning he was asleep.

Even as you reached the garage you stayed silent, easing open the drivers side door of your car and sliding in, setting your bags down on the seat next to you.

Everything was fine.

You were fine.

You winced as you turned the keys in the ignition, the car rumbling to life. Hopefully the sound didn’t wake anyone up. Sucking in one last deep breath, you put the car in reverse and pulled away from the bunker. You said a silent goodbye to your home and to Dean before pressing on the gas and tearing off down the road.

*. *. *. *. *

Taking another sip of his coffee, Dean glanced over at the clock next to the fridge. You should have been up by now. You were always up before him.

He was worried. This and the way you were acting last night was making him uneasy. Something was bothering you, and he had no clue what it could be.

“Dean, you okay?” Sam questioned, looking up from his laptop.

“Y/ns not up yet.”

Sam let out a light chuckle, reaching for his mug, “she’s probably just sleeping in. Calm down.”

Dean was silent for a moment, weighing the probably that you could be sleeping in. . . But it was still unlikely. “Nope. I’m going to check on her.” He decided quickly, pushing himself out of his seat and heading down the hallway. All Sam could do was roll his eyes as he watched Dean retreat quickly.

Leaning against your door, Dean rapped his knuckles against the wood. “Y/n, you awake?” He waited, unfortunately only getting silence in return. “Y/n?”

Silence.

Finally growing impatient, he turned the knob, easing the door open. As he flicked on the light, his face fell- fear clouding all his other emotions.

Your room was empty. Empty of your belongings. Empty of you. Your desk once lined with collections of sunglasses, half burnt candles, seashells, and geodes split down their center was now completely empty. The only sign that anything had been there was the dust cleared places where the items had once sat.

You were gone. You had left. . . And he didn’t understand why.

That’s when he spotted the sticky note laying on the bed, just waiting to be picked up. Crossing through the threshold, he walked towards your bed, swiping up the piece of paper, jade eyes devouring the six words scribbled down:

Don’t come looking for me - Y/n

“Oh fuck this.” Dean mumbled, fingers crushing the bright piece of paper and letting it fall to the floor.

He knew something was wrong, and he wasn’t going to rest until he knew what that was. He needed to know that you were okay. That you were safe.

Turning on his heel, Dean stormed down the hallway to grab his keys and jacket, “Sam, grab your coat! We’re leaving!”

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[emma-what-son]

(Echee post) Emma Watson wants her privacy at Café Pacifico in Covent Garden

Posted on May 22 2014.

From standard.co.uk May 2014 "Emma Watson has gone from unknown schoolgirl to Hollywood actress, thanks to playing Hermione in the Harry Potter films. But fame ain’t all it’s cracked up to be.The Londoner spotted Watson at Mexican hotspot Café Pacifico in Covent Garden on Friday, heading to the bar to order some drinks. Heads swivelled, eyes turned upon her and Watson retreated to the corner where her boyfriend Matthew Janney was sitting. Even that didn’t do the trick. Shortly afterwards, he was seen asking a table of customers, all chaps, to move away from their spot to give the star some privacy. Watson is lucky: few would argue with her rugby-playing beau, but he still said please." So she was at a public place drinking and because people were looking at her she had her boyfriend ask them to move so she could have her space and privacy? If she wants her privacy she can go home to drink. Those patrons have every right to be there like she does. Was she being heckled? No. It's natural for some people to get a little star struck around celebrities. Society or more like the business they work for have them made out to be such perfect specimens and better than everyone else that people are bound to check them out when coming across one in public. It's not like they were running up to her asking for autographs and selfies. They were looking going, "Hey look it's Emma Watson". And it's really no different when people spot a really attractive person in a bar or pub. I think it could have been worse don't you? What is it with celebrities like Emma who talk about wanting to be normal and treated like everyone else but then expect special treatment when around us "commoners"? Or maybe they don't want to really fit in. They just want the best of both worlds? As the saying goes they want to have their cake and eat it to. Idk but this is a shit move on her part. Total diva moment for sure.

Here is a couple other stories from this year where Emma is being less than nice and sociable From jamesmeets.wordpress April 2014: ….This only left the two big guns to arrive, Russell Crowe and Emma Watson. A couple of cars pulled into the Square together, which meant one of the two was arriving, but which would it be? Heart in my mouth as out got Emma. Here’s the point at which I should probably provide a bit of a back-story… At one stage, Emma was my favourite person; I grew up watching the Harry Potter films, and when I started this crazy hobby nine years ago there was a (small) list of people I wanted to meet most, and she was very close to the top of that list. However… four years ago I went to Wimbledon for the tennis finals. Rafa Nadal had beaten Thomas Berdych in straight sets in b-e-a-utiful weather. A perfect Sunday afternoon, topped off by spotting Emma leaving the VIP pavilion. I genuinely don’t think I had (or since have) ever been so excited to see one person. I asked her and she said no. It wasn’t a polite no, I’d have no issue with that, but was a downright rude no. It’s hard to describe, but her attitude was really bad. Maybe she was a Thomas Berdych fan? Joking aside, I was gutted, and since then the overarching thought whenever anyone mentioned her was that experience. Even getting an autograph from her at the BAFTAs in 2011 didn’t help change my opinion, as even the hardest signers’ sign at the BAFTAs. Anyways, back to the present… Out got Emma, and in some kind of twisted fate, came straight over to where I was. She signed for the person next to me, and then it was my turn. Despite internally combusting with a mix of excitement and nerves, I managed to tell her I met her at SW19, even with the details of Rafa winning in straight sets, that she’d said no to a photo and I was gutted. I was probably less eloquent than I picture. I asked her if she’d make up for it by posing for a picture now, and she agreed. Say whaaaaaaaaat!!! Her brother (I presume it was her brother, I’ve no idea) took the camera and took an absolutely belting photo. His fan photo

Some comments from this person's page about Emma and the photo: Moviefan2k4-“No offense intended, but are British people always really serious? I’m only asking because Emma’s not smiling in that picture. She almost looks like she didn’t want to be at the screening.” James-”She’s not the nicest person in the world - she probably didn’t want to be there!” Moviefan2k4-“That’s sad; I hope she was just having a rough time, and that isn’t her daily temperament.” Dancingirl1-“Wish she would’ve smiled.” James-“It is. I met her four years ago and she was plain rude. Only reason I got this photo was because I told her how disappointed I was back then.” I bet if he was a hot guy she'd have no problem taking a photo with him. I bet that had something to do with it. She just seems like the type that would be so shallow. Plus she is there to promote Noah so she should be nice. It's part of the job detail. She can't work the crowd a little? It's not like she does it everyday. Idk but if I was making millions solely off the backs of working people I'd be ecstatic that they wanted my autograph. Here is another one From raleightelegram.com April 2014, "The after party was at the Central Park boathouse and they packed up 10 tour buses to get everyone over there.Jennifer Connolly sans any bodyfat whatsoever was shivering on the freezing cold carpet. Russell Crowe, who isn’t known for his social graces, was a surprisingly pleasant and social butterfly both on the carpet and at the after-party, even snapping selfies with me, Stephen, and rapper 50 Cent, while Jennifer Connolly looked on. At the party, Emma Watson sat drinking surrounded by friends and a formidable blonde haired woman guarding her. Emma didn’t chat with guests like Russell and the rest of the cast did, and she was a bit rude and snotty to me and other folks. Her guard was equally as unpleasant. I later learned this tough blonde was a hired bodyguard to protect her from stalkers. Emma was also the last celeb to leave the party, probably waiting for the bar to close." Ok she has a bodyguard but does she have to be rude to people at a party where you have to have credentials and be invited to attend? I'm sure she's as safe there as she would be in a panic room. She has her "formidable" bodyguard with her. Is it that much of a task to be nice to people.   And one more From skinnygossip.com Feb.2014,  "When she was in Iceland filming Noah she went to the bar I was working at. I didn’t see this but I heard some yelling from outside. Later I was told that she threw a hissyfit at a doorman for not letting her skip the line. She apparently kept screaming and yelling “do you know who I am?”. Such a cliché, I hope she was drunk…" Here is her latest tongue lashing moment of a service worker At first I thought she was upset with her new boy toy but actually she is giving some lip service to the security guard in the parking lot for a Rugby match. Her boy toy has to console her because she's upset about something. Oh the humanity!! lol

Click here to see her same reaction when yelling at cab driver in London and if you want to see her on video get upset at another event click here to watch her get animated about having to walk with Rupert Grint instead of staying on the arm of HP producer David Heyman. For more diva stories visit Sue at emma-what-son.tumblr.tumblr and click on her diva tags and check out my diva posts on this page. Once again: I'm no longer accepting comments here. If you have any questions or comments you can reach me at meettherealemmawatson.tumblr.com where I spend the majority of my time. I will still post here when I feel like it and when there is something worthy

[maruzzewrites]

Idk if you do other parts of jjba or not, but if you do how about part 3 polnareff and #21. With a fem! S/o? I feel like yan!polnareff isnt common (he’s too big a sweetheart) so if you wanna try something challenging maybe? Also I feel like polnareff is on the delusional side of yandere. He just wants to protect his darling and keep her safe, he’s going to be her silver knight in shining armor even if she doesn’t want one.

me @ me: okay, you can make this a bit less violent also me @ me, spitting on the ground: fuck you

21. “Don’t worry, my love, I’ll protect you.”

Content warnings: yandere content, violence, murder, obsessive behavior, honestly making Polnareff a yandere is a crime in itself.

France was a beautiful country, full of historyand art, the centuries clinging to the walls of the buildings and musicalityhanging from the words of the locals. During your vacation you were sure you’dfind good food, interesting sights and didn’t even mind the few bad-manneredpeople who crossed your path while you were busy taking pictures of everything.You were wide-eyed, your mind on another plane as you admired the beautifularchitecture or the characteristic cafés.

You didn’t even notice people walking around you,inconsiderate as you were in your stupor. You didn’t even notice when youstepped back to take in the palace right in front of you that you walked rightinto someone, and maybe you’d stay in your world if the size of this personwasn’t so impossible to ignore against your own body. You turned around inrecord speed, apologizing profusely with half your words coming out in Frenchand the rest in your native tongue, your rational brain too far behind in yourhurry to ask for forgiveness.

“Don’t worry,” the man you were facing wascheerful while replying, the heavy accented English in his voice was making theletters roll softly on the back of throat. He grinned charmingly at you, andyou were compelled to smile back with coyness. This spurred him to stretch lipseven further, his smile reaching his eyes. “I’ve to apologize too, I was juststanding in your way. You were lovable, all caught up like that!”

You felt your face heat up and he let out aplayful laugh, offering immediately to escort you around the capital to showyou the beauty of his homeland. In the days that followed that meeting,Polnareff brought you around and made you know the sides of Paris and the sidesof France that a simple tourist wouldn’t see without a guide or the knowledgeof where to look. He was jovial, chivalrous, he put so much effort in yourentertainment and fun that you forgot he was a near stranger, in a foreigncountry you were merely visiting for barely more than a week. You were aware,though, that those moments would end soon and you’d have to say goodbye to yourunlikely acquaintance.

And those days did come to an end, with theweekend rolling in and passing in a blink of an eye. When you saw him standingright outside the door of the hotel you were staying in, like every othermorning you met him, you greeted him and informed him that if he wanted to showyou the marvels he considered the best, that was the right moment. You were tofly back home that evening, after all. At your words, Polnareff’s eyes widenedand he pouted just slightly. You assumed he was being the usual goof, so you sneakedyour arm around his own and dragged him along the streets of Paris.

He showered you with more care that day, refusingto let you buy your own food and keeping you closer than usual as you walkedaround. Even when it was time to depart and say your goodbyes, offering yourpersonal number and address if he wanted to keep in contact, he insisted ondriving you to the airport. It would be cheaper and quicker probably, so youaccepted and confided in his good heart.

The drive was, however, long and complicated. Hecontinued to reassure you he knew the way, he was just taking a different routeto be faster, while you continued to glance at the clock of the car. He wasvisibly relaxed, and you forced yourself to trust him as your shoulders tensed andyou started to count the pennies in your pockets, ready for the worst. When youarrived at the airport, your flight was long gone and he swore up and down hedid what he could.

Despite expecting this outcome, you started to getfrustrated as you checked your budget. It seemed like you had just enough tosleep another night in some seedy hotel, you’d have to deal with the cost ofthe flight another time. You whipped your head to glare at your companion, whostayed irritatingly cheerful through this whole ordeal, and excused yourselfwith annoyance latching your words. With your luggage, you stepped outside andstarted to walk in the direction of the taxi parking.

You tuned out your surroundings, in spite of thedarkness, to decide how to proceed; you had enough money to sleep, that muchwas true, but another ticked would drain your bank account and you really didn’tneed this strain on your finances. Mindlessly, you waved your wallet around tocontemplate your options, when you felt a hand gripping yours with violentforce. You yelped and looked over a shady man, who was snarling at you in French.

With a whine and a sob, you yanked your armhelplessly in an attempt to free yourself when the man reached for your walletwith a groan. When you realized what he was aiming for, you were about to handhim the money, just to see the man fly away in a flash.

“Don’t worry, my love, I’ll protect you.” Youdidn’t even register the words or the pet-name. Polnareff was standing right infront of you, his hand grasping the guy’s throat painfully, making you wince atthe gasping pleas you couldn’t even understand. The Frenchman, your guide in thosedays, stood there looking you over and then smiled smugly, as if you weresupposed to be impressed by his display. He let the man fall to the groundwithout thinking twice, raising his feet to step on his head and press hischeek on the ground. The attempted thief let out a loud wail, coughing with thenewfound ability to breathe.

The pressure on his head, though, didn’t allowhim to enjoy that relief for long: after few agonizing seconds, the skull gavein and got crushed against the heel of Polnareff’s foot. You watched in horror,petrified, as your companion dragged his dirty shoe on the ground to clean iteven a tiny bit. You regained a bit of your composure, and you looked around;no one was there to aid you and no one saw anything, the thought of being alonewith your former chum made your blood freeze.

With little hesitance, you fished around your bagto find your phone and tried hard to remember the emergency number in thatcountry. Alas, the split second that you needed to recollect your memory wasenough for Polnareff to grab your wrist and snatch the device from your hands, throwingit to the other side of the parking. It collided with a low thud on the ground,breaking.

“No, no, no, my dear,” he caressed the side ofyour face thanks to the closeness, seizing your side tenderly as he looked atyou with admiration, adoration, desperation in his eyes. You were forced tolook at him, and after the awful demonstration you just witnessed, you weren’tsure you wanted to confront him openly. “I will take care of you, you don’thave to worry. I’ve lost enough as it is.”

You weren’t sure what he was saying, you weren’tsure if you understood what was buzzing in his mind, but you knew that all youdid was nodding imperceptibly, as if the slight movement would negate yourcompliance. You let him escort you to his car and sat passively in thepassenger’s seat, his voice cooing in your ears as you didn’t even understandhim. He wasn’t even talking in French.  

[nastybuckybarnes]

Wicked Games  -  Four

Pairing: Bucky x Reader Soulmate AU

Summary: Everyone in the world has a soulmate. And until they meet that soulmate, everyone in the world stops aging at 25. Wrongfully accused of a horrendous crime and on the run, you happen to bump into the man who’s been avoiding you for the past seventy-five years.

Warnings: Language, Fluff? Rape and Abuse mentions

Word Count: 2.1K

A/n: I’m really tired rn and idk how good this chapter is. I just wanna write the spicy stuff lmao

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“Eat.” You startle awake as a bowl of mush is tossed into your lap.

“Why?” You ask, not understanding why this cop hasn’t turned you in yet.

“Because if you don’t you’ll die,” he says matter-of-factly. You roll your eyes and struggle into a seated position in the bathtub. “It’ll kinda be hard to eat with my hands stuck behind my fucking back,” you snap, not bothering to try and stay on his good side.

“Jesus Christ,” he murmurs, leaning down and carefully uncuffing one of your wrists only to cuff it again in front of you. “Now eat. Then we talk.” You roll your eyes but scoop some of the mush up on your fingers and carefully bring it to your mouth, tasting it with the tip of your tongue then shovelling it into your mouth.

Bucky watches you with a disgusted look on his face as you scarf down the food.

“Why did you kill Rumlow?” He asks after a minute of you eating. You look up at him then back down to the bowl of food. “You’re not legally allowed to question me until I have a lawyer present,” you inform. He rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his thick chest. “I’m not in uniform. I’m asking you as the man who saved your life. Maybe the only man interested in actual justice and not revenge. If you’d tell me why you killed him this would all be so much easier.” You chew slowly then shake your head.

“I’ve learned not to trust cops,” is how you reply. It’s more than enough to clue Bucky in.

“C’mon. Get up. You’re gonna take a shower and get changed and then you’re gonna give me the reasons as to why you’ve been on the run this whole time. If you listen and you’re good, I’ll be able to help you. Got it?” You nod slowly, allowing him to carefully pull you to your feet.

“I’m gonna let you out of your cuffs and lock the door. Just know that I’ll be waiting outside with my taser and pepper spray, should you get any ideas about escaping. You’re stuck here with me. Towels are in the cabinet and there’s body wash in the shower somewhere. I do advise cleaning all this blood up first though.” he nods to the sticky substance coating the floor and walls of the bathtub. You nod and let him help you out of the tub.

“You have twenty minutes. There are no windows in here and only one door that I can lock from the outside. You have no way of getting out so don’t even try.” You slump your shoulders but nod again, rubbing your raw wrists after h takes the cuffs off.

“Twenty minutes start now.”

He leaves the bathroom and locks the door. After standing there for three minutes, you turn the water on as hot as it goes and let it wash away the blood dirtying the tub. Once the tub is clean you strip off your clothes and grab a facecloth from the closet. It takes a moment to find your courage, but you’re glad you do because the hot water feels absolutely incredible on your aching skin.

The pressure is perfect and cleans the mud, blood, and grime of the past few days right off of your skin.

You enjoy the warmth for a moment then get down to business; ignoring the pain in your wrists as you begin washing your body with the mahogany body wash.

You feel clean and refreshed, your hair finger-combed and washed with an expensive looking shampoo that smells like lilac.

Once you're finished you step out of the shower and wrap yourself in a fluffy white towel, looking around the room and pondering what to do next. You know you can’t escape, so there’s no point in trying.

Something inside of you is telling you to trust this cop. That he’s not like the others and he'll actually help you. He won’t be like Rumlow.

The still-prominent bruises and cuts all over your body remind you of just how awful Brock was, and you shudder.

“Are you decent?” He asks through the door, snapping you out of your haze. “I... you didn’t give me any clean clothes,” you say softly, afraid that he’ll take advantage of your vulnerable state.

“I know.” The door opens and you scream as he walks in, terrified and cowering in the corner. “Please don't! I-I’ll do anything! Please don't!” He freezes in his tracks, curses twice, then tosses a bundle of something at your feet and dashes out of the bathroom, locking the door behind himself.

You wait for a moment, tears streaming down your cheeks as your heart races, then end down and inspect the pile of stuff. He’s given you a t-shirt, a pair of boxers with the tags still on, and a pair of sweatpants that look three sizes too fucking gigantic.

Nevertheless, you put the clothes on then sit on the floor across from the toilet, your eyes focused on the door as you hear the lock click.

“(Y/n)... I... fuck. I won’t touch you, okay? Not... not like that. I won’t take advantage of you or anything. I promise. Okay?” You wipe your cheeks and watch as the door slowly opens. Bucky looks at you, all curled up in a ball on the floor, and his heart breaks.

“He touched you, didn’t he?” You don’t look up at him, nodding your head yes.

“(Y/n) I’m going to be very blunt with you now, you have to answer me truthfully because this will change the entire case. Did Brock Rumlow sexually assault you?” You nod once more, biting back a sob.

“Fucking Hell...” He trails off and scratches the nape of his neck. “I always knew he was a bad guy, but I never thought...” he looks at you then takes a deep breath. “Do you have any cuts or bruises from him?” You glare up at him and shake your head, not liking where this is going.

“I’ll stay right here. I just... I need to see them. It will make everything a lot easier for you.” You take a deep breath and carefully pull the shirt off, feeling embarrassed at being shirtless in front of this stranger. But some strange part of you is telling you that this is fine.

He sucks in a sharp breath when he sees your torso.

Your ribs are darkened, stained with bruises from either cracks or full breaks to the bones. You have multiple deep cuts that look like they’ve been stitched together by a three-year-old, and other fading bruises that cover the rest of your body. Around your neck are still very prominent bruises in the shape of fingers, indicating that you’ve been choked, and he can see similar bruises on your hips.

“C-can I put it back on now?” You ask, your voice wavering. He nods and looks away as you pull the shirt back on.

“Jesus. Come out here. I’m gonna make you some tea and you’re gonna start talking, understand?” You nod your head yes and follow him out of the bathroom, fighting tears the whole way as you realize you’ll have to relive everything that awful man did to you.

~

Bucky’s quiet as he boils the kettle, mulling over everything he’s just found out.

You most likely killed Rumlow in self-defence, called the cops to tell them that, then hung up because you remembered that they probably won’t take your side over their dead buddy’s anyway.

He slides a steaming mug over to you and you stir in a spoonful of honey. “Thank you, officer.” He shakes his head at you. “James. My name is James.” You nod and keep your eyes down. “So he hurt you, huh?” You don’t answer, taking a sip of the hot beverage and trying to block out the painful memories.

“Well... this changes things. I’m almost thinking we should hand this case over to a different police department because ours is too personally attached to the case. But Pierce would never accept that. Fuck, this is a mess, isn’t it?” You nod, not looking up from the speckled grey countertop.

“Hey, I’m not gonna hurt you. Relax. You’re safe here with me, I promise. Hell, this is the safest you’ll probably ever be. Nobody will hurt you here.” You nod skeptically and take another sip of tea, letting the liquid burn your tongue and throat on the way down.

“What’s gonna happen to me?” You can’t stop the words from slipping out, but he doesn’t seem to hate the question. “You’ll stay here for a little while. Get better while I see who at the station is open minded. Then... I don’t know.” You nod, biting your bottom lip.

“Do you know why he did that stuff to you?” He asks softly, wanting to figure out why on earth Rumlow would want to harm someone who looks so delicate and fragile. You look up into his eyes for a split second, displaying that you have information that he needs and wants, then look back down to your tea.

“I don’t expect you to tell me everything right away, but you will need to come clean and confess at some point. Okay?” you nod, understanding that much. “Good. Now I-” knocking on the door cuts him off and you snap your head up. “Buck? It’s me, Steve. Open up.” Your heart drops as you recognize the voice of one of the cops who chased you through Walmart.

“Go up the stairs into the first room on the right. It’s a guest bedroom that nobody ever goes in. Hurry!” You discard your tea and run as fast and as quietly as you can up the stairs and into the room, closing the door halfway and sitting on the floor, one hand covering your mouth as you try to slow your heart rate.

“Hey Steve,” James’ muffled voice says from downstairs.

“Thought I’d see how you were doing. You were pretty heated at work the other day and pretty distracted yesterday. I just wanted to make sure you’re alright.” That’s the second man, Steve.

“I’m... tired. Confused. Frustrated. I just want this case to solve itself. I mean, it doesn’t make sense for her to just kill him, there must’ve been a reason. And there was clearly a fight between the two fo them. What if she was the victim but got the upper hand somehow? What if he's been abusing her this whole time and she finally had enough?”

Steve whistles, “you’ve been thinking about this a lot, haven't you?” You hear James sigh. “Yeah. I’ve had to. I don’t want to send an innocent person to jail, Steve. There’s just so much we’re missing from the story and I want to have it all figured out already.” You hear them moving around below you.

“I’m sure we will, Bucky. But it’s gonna take time and patience. But we'll figure this out. I promise.”

You hear someone sigh again. “I just... what if she’s hurt? What if Rumlow... what if it’s him who’s the bad guy in all of this and she’s just.... innocent?” You hold your breath as you wait for Steve’s response.

“Then we’d better find her and help her.”

~

The door gets slowly pushed open and you watch as James walks in. He sits down across from you on the floor and stares at you.

“Steve’s gonna be seeing who at the station is open-minded, and from there we’ll decide what to do. If things are really rough, we might send you to a different. police station to confess. But until then you’re gonna be staying here with me. I’m the only one who knows you’re here and I’d like to keep it that way.”

You stare at him as he stands up and offers you his hand, hesitating for a moment before putting your hand in his and letting him pull you to your feet.

The feeling of his skin against yours sends a spark of electricity racing down your spine, a shiver of pleasure following right after it.

His eyes widen for the briefest of moments and you swear you see genuine fear in them, your own eyes widening as warmth spreads from where your hands are touching.

He drops your hand quickly then motions for you to follow him out of the room, leading you back downstairs to the kitchen to grab a snack and finish your tea.

~

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[langstwhynot]

Formers (part 1)

(i had to repost it bc i accidentally deleted the original. It also gave me the chance to correct some of my grammar mistakes, so if you didn't understand the original part 1, you can read that instead) (you can ask me what happened in this part if u still didn't understand my shitty writing, don't be shy!)

The fic is based on a dream I had. Thanks brain.

Warnings for this chapter: grammar mistakes, passing out.

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The squashed paper flew in the air and met the corner of the two walls, falling down into the garbage can.

“Score!” Lance shouted and pushed his legs down from the table, making his chair turn in it’s place, thanks for it having wheels. Hunk pulled down the book he was reading and gave Lance a disappointed look.

After the chair finally stopped turning and Lance’s vision focused on the now-not-spinning room, he noticed Hunk’s glare.

“Oh come on Hunk!” Lance threw his arms in the air with a hurtful look. “You know I can’t focus with that shit, it’s soooo boring!!” Hunk sighed and pulled the book up in front of his face. “I know buddy, but we gotta pass this test. It’s important.”

Lance grunted. “Why do we need to learn math anyway?” He mumbled under his breath and turned back to his desk. He faced down the book, and glared on the opened notebook next to it.

So many numbers.

“Nope.” He turned the chair around and got up, walking out of the room. “Where are you going?” Hunk pulled the book down once again, leaning forward to look out into the hallway, searching for any sign of Lance. “I’m going to get me a coffee!!” He heard Lance speak loudly from the kitchen. Hunk flinched.

“W-wait! What about me!! Hold on I’m coming!!” Hunk threw the book backward on to the couch he got up from and grabbed his jacket hanging on the one door to the room, putting it on while he ran in the hallways of the house.

He got exactly on time when Lance opened the main door. Hunk jumped out of the apartment and Lance locked the door behind them, throwing Hunk the keys.

As they were walking down the street over to that one cafe place where all their group meets up sometimes, Lance smiled at the pile of snow filling the sides of the closet road.

He loved the winter.

Of course, he loved the summer too, when he could go to the beach and swim with his little siblings, or go for a little hike into the woods with his older sister. He chuckled at the memory of the two gossiping about people from school up at the mountain behind the neighborhood.

And his birthday! The only day focused just about him.

But there was something about the winter that made his heart race when he stared at the white snow. The white, cold snow, who made him feel safe and somehow warm from all the pain and darkness out there in the real world where no one is there for you or can reach for you if you’re deep down in the mess you made and you keep drowning when you realize you can’t sto-

“Lance?”

He flinched and turned his head over to Hunk, who seemed worried. “Yeah, dude?” He said, slowly his mind was getting back to reality. Hunk raised an eyebrow. “You look pale, are you cold? Do I need to give you my jacket?”

Lance stared at Hunk for a few seconds without saying or doing anything, but then shook his head and laughed. “No! I’m fine! Just had some… deep thoughts! Haha.” He smiled, ignoring the headache he felt building itself in his forehead. Hunk smiled back.

Then the two kept walking.

When they entered the cafe, the warmth of the inside doors and the heaters work really kicked away all the coldness from outside. Lance sighed happily and took down his coat, leaving on his blue scarf and black knitted hat (idk have mercy). He tied it around his hips and turned over to Hunk. “What do you want to drink, big guy?”

Hunk hummed and looked at the big menu hanging above the bar. “I’ll take vanilla.” He looked back at Lance and smiled. Lance nodded and turned around, walking over to the bar.

A young woman stood there and gritted him with a “Hey” when he reached his destination. She had red hair tied in a ponytail, and green forest eyes. He smiled and waved. “One Vanilla and One Mocha please.”

She nodded and typed the computer next to her, then turned around and started to work on the coffees he just ordered.

Lance looked at her working when a wave of tiredness hit him, and his eyelashes felt heavier.

He closed his eyes, letting his mind focus on the sounds of the coffee machines and the talking behind him. He heard laughers and people sipping their hot tea, or coffee. He heard the buttons of the keyboards being pressed, by some laptop owners that brought their work down to the shop. In the background of all of that was a nice calm song Lance couldn’t remember it’s name, and the bell of the front door calling with it’s rings every time someone entered or got out.

Lance opened his eyes and find the coffee girl still working.

And suddenly, just like that, his vision got blurred. The girl splitter into two versions of her and his eyes hurt with the pressure of being open for too long.

He rubbed his eyes, trying to make it go away, but he made his headache stronger, and to the room spin around.

Then Lance started to panic.

No, not now, not after months of it not happening. It hurts, it burns, but it’s freezing and so cold. But what exactly was it? He couldn’t tell, every time it happened it felt worse and worse with the days and whatever he did, he couldn’t stop it.

How can he stop it?

“Sir?” The girl asked, holding a cap in each hand and looking at him with a confused worried face. “I…I-!” Lance gasped. The girl seemed to understand and she put the two caps down on the bar, running around it to reach Lance, who just fell to the ground.

“Sir?!” She didn’t know his name, but she hoped she spoke loud enough to draw someone’s attention to notice.

Hunk noticed.

“Lance?! Oh god, what happened??” He ran over to his friend and lifted his head from the floor, putting it on his lap. “L-Lance?!” It was so sudden, Hunk didn’t know what to do. Hunk didn’t know what happened! He was scared and worried, shaking Lance’s body by his shoulders and trying to make him wake up.

People began crowding around the two, some tried to help, some just stared, but the girl from the counter was already gone. Disappeared from view. Not like Hunk really looked for her.

Soon an ambulance came and took Lance away, Hunk wasn’t allowed to drive with him. He watched as the ambulance drove down the road and stared at it, hopeless.

He snapped around and looked at the same road behind him, jumping and waving for the taxi coming closer. It stopped by Hunk and he got in. “Drive after that ambulance, NOW!” Hunk pointed on the ambulance through the windshield.

The driver just pulled up his shoulders and started driving.

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When Lance woke up, he got blinded by the light of the hospital room hanging above his bed. It took his eyes a few minutes to get used to it as he blinked in confusion. He turned his head to lay on it’s another side and noticed the window to his left.

The lights and shining dots from the city spread underneath the black sky filled with white stars. Lance sighed and drifted off to sleep again.

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The second time when Lance woke up, it was mostly because of the noise in the room.

He opened his eyes and blinked, but not too many times, because now he didn’t have the lights from the night before shining down on his face, someone must have turned it off because of the daylight. He was thankful for that. He let his mind focus on the faces of the people who sat around his bed and their conversation that was at first a bit blurred to be heard. Then he coughed, making them all go silent as they turned their heads to look at him.

“Lance!” Hunk’s voice filled the quiet room.

Immediately two big arms warped around Lance’s neck, but not so strong so they won’t choke him. “Hey buddy.” Lance spoke calmly and looked over Hunk’s shoulder to see that the others were alerted too on what happened, otherwise they wouldn't be in the room right now.

“How are you doing Lance?” Shiro asked, his black hair being pushed by the wind coming from the open window. Allura instantly went to close it when she noticed Lance eyeing to it.

Hunk let go of Lance and stood back, looking down at him with a worried look on his face. He kept one hand on his shoulder.

Lance took a deep breath to process what hurts and how to tell them without making them worry. He looked up to Shiro again and smiled weakly. “I feel great.”

A laugh came from his right side. Lance turned his head slowly to noticed Pidge sitting on a chair with a laptop on her crossed legs. “I’m sure you feel great due to a headache and aching bones you have.” She glared at him and Lance laughed silently from shame. “Don’t lie to us Lance, we talked to the doctors. We know what’s going on.” She continues, with a more serious face.

“That’s a lie. We don’t know exactly what’s going on.” Keith, who stood next to Shiro with his crossed arms looked over to Pidge with an eyebrow raised. Lance turned to him. “What do you mean?”

Keith sighed.

“She meant that we know what symptoms you have, but we don’t know what exactly made you pass out. The doctors don’t know either.” His face softened as he turned his gaze to Lance. Lance face fell.

“But hey! Don’t worry about it! I’m sure they’re working the hardest they can on that case.” Allura came and sat by Lance’s hospital bed, and Lance gave her a tiny sad smile. She returned it.

They kept talking and laughing, mostly his friends, Lance almost didn’t talk, but that was fine. They assumed he was tired or something and after two hours when Lance yawned, Shiro suggested they should let him rest.

“No Lance, I insist. You have to get some sleep to be able to stay awake for tomorrow’s meeting with the doctors.” Shiro said as he held the door, ready to close it behind him and the others that already stood outside.

“Alright, thank you guys for coming.” Lance sighed and smiled.

“Of course.” Shiro Gave him a nod and waved for goodbye, closing, as he walked out, the door.

Now Lance was alone again.

He let his head fall to it’s side and look at the closed window. He knew it was winter, but Lance really wanted to feel the little warmth the sun gave them in this coldest season, dancing on his tan skin, and the beams of the light that escaped through the cloudy ceiling of the sky just teased him to feel that specific warmth again.

He hissed and sat up, grunting from the pain as shivers ran through his whole body. He wrapped himself in his blue hospital blanket and turned around, to let his legs fall out of the bed, down to the floor.

Then he put all his body weight on his weak jelly legs. He stumbled his way to the wall and leaned against it, sliding over to the window.

When he reached the closed window he pulled his head closer to look out of it. Lance felt like the green trees covered in white snow that fell from them as the wind brushed it off almost called for him and rang in his ears. He had to open the window.

So Lance let go of hugging the blanket around him and got his arms out, letting the blanket rest heavily on his shoulders as it slowly slipped down to the floor. Lance put his hands in the handle of the window and tried to push the window up.

Sadly, he was too weak to do it.

And after the third time he tried but it ended without success, he let go. Just then he realized he was holding his breath during his work. Now his head felt even dizzier and the room spun around. He let himself lean his side on the wall and slid down to sit on the cold floor, the blanket halfway down his body.

The door was opened slowly and a gasp followed not long after. “Damn, dude!”

Lance couldn’t see exactly who was the owner of the voice, and what was pulling him up by his shoulders, he just wanted to open the window.

“W…window…” He almost whispered as he was put back on the bed and sat there facing the white wall, not even being aware of that. “I’ll open the window, you just lie down ok?” The person said, and steps were heard walking away. Then the “woosh” of the window being pulled up.

Lance smiled to himself as the cold air met his heated skin. He lay back on his pillow, not bothering to grab the blanket up to cover his body and not just his left hip and two legs.

The person sighed and a sound of a chair being dragged came closer to Lance’s ears. “So how you doing man?” They asked. Lance hummed and gave a little nod. “Now better.” He mumbled. The person scoffed.

Then it was silence for a few more minutes before Lance opened his eyes again when he felt like his head calmed down a bit. He turned his head to the person sitting in a chair next to his bed, who had their arms crossed and stared blankly down at their legs.

“What the hell.” He whispered, drawing the person’s attention. They waved with a grin. “Do I know you?”

The person scoffed again.

“Aw, don’t you remember me?” They talked in a childish and like sad tune. Lance sat up and was about to speak when the person got up and pushed him to lay back down.

Lance struggled to get up, but it was mostly him fighting himself. “Woah! Hey! You shouldn’t be fighting it! It will only make it worse!” They yelled quietly, not wanting to be heard by the people outside and get arrested for whatever they will come up with now.

Lance stopped, he was breathing fast and sweat came down his forehead. He looked into the person’s eyes with a confused look. The person didn’t move.

“Wait a minute… aren’t you…?”

“Yep.” The girl smirked and let Lance go, by this time he didn’t try to get up, he just looked at her sitting back down in her chair.

“You’re the cashier from the café!” He yelled and was thrown into a coughing pit. She just stared at him and waited for him to finish.

“W-“ he coughed a few more times. “What are you doing here?”

“Well.” She straightened her back on the chair and looked around to room, avoiding eye contact. “I don’t know you, and I don’t really care either, but I’m such a good person, so I came here to help.” When she finished, she finally looked over at the confused “offended” Lance.

“Well I don’t know you either, and last time I checked, you’re a cashier, not a doctor. So sorry but I don’t think you can help.” He talked aggressively. “Except opening a window, you’re lucky I’m too weak to do that myself.” He said when he felt the wind blowing his hair to the side once more.

“Oh trust me, I know more than these losers.” She scoffed and leaned backwards on the chair, raising an eyebrow with a grin on her face. Lance rolled his eyes.

“Fine.” She said and got up, walking over to the door, around the bed, as Lance’s eyes followed her walking with a confused look on his face. “I know what pain you must feel, but if you don’t want my help then I guess I should go…” she said and opened the door when she heard him speak again.

“Wait!”

She turned around.

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“What do you mean what do I mean?” She smirked and Lance rolled his eyes again.

“You said you know what pain I feel, how?” He slapped the annoyance out of his face to put serious back on track. She closed the door and turned to look at Lance with her arms crossed.

“Well I think I know what you feel, I read about it.”

Lance was so confused. “You read about it? What? Where?”

She chuckled and shook her head. “Oh my friend Lance, you have no idea what you’re getting into aren’t you?”

Lance kicked the blanket down to the floor and got up, drawing the attention back to him. She saw Lance standing up straight, realizing how tall he really is. He looked serious when he stepped closer to the girl and was almost chest to chest with her. “I just want answers.” He whispered. “I’m going through this pain for so long, I need, answers.”

“And there’s no way you’re getting out of here without telling me what you know.” He said, and when the girl looked into his eyes she smirked as she saw the light flashes in his eyeballs.

[hangjie]

secrets. [ richie tozier ]

summary: richie and reader (who is the older twin of eddie) is in a secret relationship, but her family gets in the way

warnings: swearing (from me and the imagine lmao) and some sexist comments. plus, soft richie moments huhu

word count: 1687

author's note: the gif of richie relates to me on a personal level idk lmao. idk what the intro is lmao my mind went blank. i use the pet name "babygirl" all the time bc that's what my friends and family call me lmao (i'm short as fuck, even though i'm the craziest and the loudest in my group HAHAHAHA). there isn't much eddie x sister!reader interaction huhu sorryyy

(y/f/n) - your first name

(y/s/n) - your second name (if you have one)

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'be in a secretive relationship,' they said. 'it will be fun,' they said.

that's what most people said about secret relationships and now that i'm in one, that phrase is absolute bullshit.

being in a secret relationship is hard as fuck and not to mention, my boyfriend is in my group of friends. you may think that it's not a big deal, but is a big deal if your twin brother is also in that group and if your family is always telling you off that he's not right for you and that he's a bad influence.

after hanging out at the quarry with my friends, we all bid each other goodbye and then some went their separate ways. before eddie and i left, richie pulled me close to him and kissed me on the cheek when everyone was focusing their attention elsewhere.

"see you soon, babygirl," he whispers, making me smile and smack him on the arm. he winces and rubs his arm. "what was that for?" i shrug. "nothing. i just wanted to hit on you." i winked at him and he rolls his eyes, chuckling.

before the others could turn to our direction, i quickly kiss him on the cheek and wave him goodbye, him waving back. i approach eddie and he bids the others one last goodbye before we get on our bikes and cycle back home.

when we were finally home, we leave our bikes on the front lawn and enter the house, immediately seeing mom on the couch, watching tv. "hey mom," we greet her, putting my bag on the ground. "hi babies," she greets back, but doesn't look at us because her eyes were glued to the tv. eddie and i approach mom, kissing her on the cheek and then the landline rings.

i walk to the landline before eddie could, making him huff in annoyance. "come on, sis!" i laugh and stick my tongue out at him. "rotten egg!" he crosses his arms and rolls his eyes at me. "i fucking swear to god, you're like a little kid."

"you're just jealous that i'm the older twin!"

eddie throws his hands up in annoyance. "by five minutes!" i put up a 'l' with my hands and eddie stutters, frustratedly. "you're a loser too!" i then flip him off and he groans, walking away to his room.

the landline continues to ring and i pick it up, greeting the caller with a "hello, kaspbrak household."

"wow. i never heard you be so formal and proper," i hear richie say on the other line and i can imagine the smirk on his face. "don't worry, it's fucking hot." i chuckle.

"hey richie. what's up?"

"nothing much. i just wanted to check if you got home safe." i smile and my heart melts at how caring and sweet richie is, despite his 'bad boy' and 'trashmouth' demeanor. "well, you can hear my voice loud and clear. so, yeah, i'm fine."

"good. i don't want you to be hurt," he says in a soft and calming voice. when he realizes, he clears his throat then goes back to normal. "anyways, you up for the arcade? i'm gonna fucking die of boredom if i stay at home." i groan. "i just got home and we saw each other 5 minutes ago!"

"that's why i called if you got home safely." i cross my arms and huff in annoyance. "you're such an asshole."

"please, (y/n)!" he pleaded. "i'll treat you to some ice cream, if you go with me." i sigh and thought about it for a while.

arcade + ice cream + alone time with your boyfriend? sounds like a deal.

i groan out loud and say, "fine. make it two rounds of ice cream though." i hear richie cheer, making me laugh. "see you in 5 minutes, babygirl." i bid him goodbye and a 'see you' before hanging up.

i grab my bag from the ground and was about to go out, before i hear my mom call for me from the living room. i approach mom, who is still watching tv on the couch and ask her what's wrong. "where are you going?" she asks. "i'm going to the arcade, mom."

"who is with you?"

"no one. it's just me," i lied. "(y/n), who is with you?" mom asks again, but in a much more stern voice. "i told you! it's just me!"

"(y/n), i know that you're lying!" she grabs my arm and pulls me closer to her with a glare on her face. "let me ask you again. who is with you?" i sigh in defeat and look at the ground, whispering, "richie."

"i knew it." she lets go of me harshly, making me stumble on my feet a bit. "so what if i'm hanging out with richie?! he's my best friend!"

"he's not a good boy, (y/n). you know that. plus, he's a boy and you're a girl." she then turns her attention back to the tv. "boys and girls shouldn't be allowed to hang out with each other."

i freeze as my mouth hangs open in shock. i could feel my blood boiling and my irritation grow larger. i tried to hold back my frustration and the temptations to talk back to my mom, but before i knew it, i snapped at her.

"okay, that's enough." i grab the remote control of the tv from mom's hands and turned the tv off. mom gasps in shock and yells angrily, "(y/n) kaspbrak, turn the tv back on right now!" i throw the remote away and cross my arms across my chest.

before mom could say anything next, i angrily say, "first of all, richie is not a bad influence and he's my best friend. second, i am not a slut, if that's what you're implying. third, people can hang out with whoever they want because they have the right to. plus, eddie is a boy and you let me hang out with him!”

“that’s because he’s your brother.”

“who also hangs out with beverly! what makes me hanging out with richie different from hanging out with eddie and the rest of the guys in our group?!” i huff, catching my breath. “just because i don’t have a stick up my ass and i’m not a ‘mommy’s girl’, like eddie, doesn’t mean that you have to treat me like shit.”

before she could say anything next, i turn away from her and adjust the strap of my bag on my shoulder.. “i’m going to the arcade with richie and that’ final.” i began walking away from mom as she calls for me and tries to hold me back.

i quickly dart for my bike and cycle away before mom could get me. i sigh then continued making my way to the arcade.

when i arrived at the arcade, i immediately spotted richie waiting for me beside our favorite game. when he spots me, he waves and was about to say something, but i grab a hold of him and without any hesitation, kissed him. he freezes, but eventually kisses me back, snaking his hands to my waist.

when we pull away, richie looks at me weirdly. “look, you and i both know that i enjoyed that kiss, but mind to tell me why the sudden kiss?” i sigh and open my arms out for a hug. richie coos and pulls me in a tight and comforting hug.

i pressed my head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat as he rubs my back. “it’s okay, (y/n). it’s okay. you’re okay.”

“just because i don’t kiss her ass, she has to make things harder than it is,” i say, my voice cracking.

richie pulls me away from him and places his hands on the sides of my face. “(y/n), believe me when i say this. you’re one of the most strongest people i’ve ever met and i know that you don’t believe that, but let me say this and i hope that you remember this everyday,”

richie takes a deep breath before confidently saying, “i love you.” i gasp. “i know that we’ve only been together for a couple of months and you don’t have to say it back but-”

“i love you too, richie.”

richie smiles widely then pecks my lips softly. “plus i want to finally show the world that you’re my hot ass girlfriend.”

“then it’s one down and the rest to go,” we hear someone say, making me and richie jump and pull away from each other. we turn to the direction of the voice to see my twin brother. out of all the people in the world, it had to be him.

i groaned. “what is it now?!” i snap, thinking that mom told eddie to go to the arcade to spy on me. “did mom tell you to go here?”

“yeah, but-”

“then tell her that i’m done dealing with her shit.”

“(y/n), i-”

“i’m sorry, eddie. i really am. i just-”

“for fuck’s sake, (y/n). listen to me!” eddie snaps, making me fall silent. “yes, mom did tell me to go here to spy on you and richie, but i’m not telling her shit.” i raise an eyebrow at him and he continues. “when i got here, i noticed that you and richie really care for each other and you both really care for each other. you both make each other happy and i can’t get in the way of your happiness.” eddie approaches me and pulls me in a tight hug. “you’re my sister, my twin and all i want for you is to be happy.”

i feel a tear run down my cheek and i squeeze eddie in my arms. “thank you,” i softly say, smiling..

when we pull away, eddie turns to richie and high fives him. “treat my sister right or else i’m going to beat the shit out of you.” he points a threatening finger at richie who laughs at his attempt to be tough. “you’ll beat me with what? with your fanny pack?” eddie flips him off and bids us goodbye before walking out of the arcade.

once eddie was out of sight, richie turns to me and bows his head down exaggeratedly whilst holding out his hand. “m’lady?” i chuckle and take his hand, approaching our favorite game, hand in hand.

MASTERLIST

[allgoodthingsflowintothecity]

Naegiri Week Day 7 - Soft

Technically a sequel to my day 5 fic. Also, the longest fic I’ve written for the week, so that’s an appropriate sendoff, right? Now that I’ve had an excuse to start writing fanfiction again, I might end up writing some more? I have some ideas bouncing around. Idk.

Aoi Asahina had had a lot on her plate in the past couple of days. Originally she’d thought she was being haunted, but then it turned out that the “ghost” in question was an artificial intelligence her dead friend had uploaded onto a school laptop. If that wasn’t enough to handle, there was also Ishimaru’s unpredictable emotional state, Monokuma’s 10 million yen motive, and the added threat of Genocider Syo running wild around the school. Hina had always tried her best to stay positive, but she could feel fear and panic creeping into her veins every moment she wasn’t keeping herself busy with exercise.

The newly-discovered third floor of Hope’s Peak had one of the least convenient designs she’d ever seen as far as getting from place to place quickly went, but the silver lining was that it made a pretty decent running track in the absence of any access to the outside world. Hina was currently just a few meters ahead of Sakura in a friendly race she’d initiated—Sakura certainly outclassed her in terms of sheer strength but Hina usually pulled ahead when it came to tests of speed—when she found herself having to come to a dead stop with a couple of meters to spare. She stumbled in the process, but was held standing by the obstacle standing in her way.

“Woah! Hina?” Naegi looked a bit harried, which Hina supposed was fair given that she’d nearly run in to him at full speed.

Sakura came to a stop next to them, the whole building seeming to shudder with the force of her footfalls. “Naegi. Our apologies; we thought you were busy speaking with Ishimaru.”

Naegi let out a breath and ran a hand through his already-messy hair glumly. “I was trying to. He’s… more responsive than he was, but he’s not really making a lot of sense. He really didn’t want me around for some reason, so I gave up.”

Asahina frowned, her worry for her friends catching up with her despite her attempts to outrun it. “At least he’s talking again,” she tried to offer weakly. Sakura placed a hand on her shoulder; she took that to mean that her attempts at positivity weren’t very convincing.

“I think his exact words were, ‘Get out of my face, you soft bastard,’” quoted Naegi. Now that Hina got a better look at him, she didn’t just think it was the surprise of almost running into her that had him looking so bad. Naegi’s eyes were tired and baggy, his voice dull, and his hair even more of a bird’s nest than usual.

“Ishimaru is working through his grief. You must not take his words to heart,” assured Sakura.

Naegi mustered a small, grateful smile. “I know. Thanks, Ogami. But…” His eyes drifted downward. “I kind of worry he might be right about some things.”

“Like what?” said Hina. It was inappropriate, and it wouldn’t have happened if she weren’t so damn stressed, but a slight laugh escaped her lips. “I don’t think he’s really possessed by Owada’s spirit.”

“No, not that…” Naegi rushed to say. He chewed his lip hesitantly, then finally managed, “Am I really too soft?”

She was surprised by the question. Hina honestly liked Naegi. He was probably her second best friend here, after Sakura, and his kindness and forgiving nature were what made him such a good friend in the first place. If the rest of the group—especially that jerk, Togami—were more like Naegi, she wouldn’t have to be so afraid. It had never even occurred to her that those traits could be interpreted as a bad thing.

As always, it didn’t take long for Sakura to offer sage, eloquent advice. “To leave oneself open and vulnerable to others is an act of courage. Though we all benefit from your bravery, you also put yourself at risk because of it. Perhaps, where Ishimaru once admired you, he now worries for you. Regardless, you alone may choose who you want to be.”

Naegi was silent for a long moment, head angled downward and eyes gazing off into space. Finally, he nodded, and though he still looked sad and exhausted, his gaze wasn’t quite as lost as it was when they’d initially collided. “That was… really well-put, Ogami. Thank you.”

Sakura bowed her head, a satisfied smile on her face. “I am glad to help put your mind at rest, Naegi. Perhaps your body should follow its example.”

“I’m having trouble sleeping too,” offered Hina. She’d never be the steady, supportive figure that Sakura was, but her friend was clearly hurting, and she wanted to do what she could to help him, even all she could do was empathize. “It helps when I get a lot of exercise. Do you want to come running with us?”

“I don’t think I could keep up,” admitted Naegi, shrugging bashfully. Then he frowned, looking thoughtful. “Actually… there was someone else I wanted to check on. I’ll see you guys at dinnertime?”

“Sure! Maybe we’ll even get dessert this time!” Asahina managed a genuine smile at the thought.

“Good luck in your endeavors, Naegi.”

“You too!”

Before long, he was headed down the stairwell. Sakura frowned as she realized that they’d moved quite a bit since engaging Naegi in conversation. “I’m afraid I’ve lost track of our positions in the race. Shall we start over?”

Hina took her friend’s hand and started the long trek back to the physics lab. “You’re on!”

Alter Ego hadn’t reported anything amiss today, which was a relief for Kyoko. Between Yamada, Ishimaru, and—the real threat—Monokuma, protecting the artificial intelligence from any surprise visitors was becoming quite the time-consuming endeavor. Her investigation was really starting to lag.

She’d prowled the third floor for a bit after her… disagreement with Naegi, but hadn’t been able to focus well on her work, which only served to anger her even more. At least with Alter Ego, she didn’t have to make any deductions; it was just a matter of making sure the laptop stayed in the changing room.

That was where she was standing when she heard the door open behind her. Kyoko spun around, ready to confront the newcomer, only to freeze as she saw that it was the one person she was especially not in the mood to see. “Naegi?” Her voice didn’t come out as forceful as she would have liked. “What are you doing here?”

He looked about as uncomfortable as she felt, but he didn’t flinch at her words. “I…” He paused, cleared his throat, and tried again. “I just wanted to say that I understand why you said what you did. Yesterday, I mean. When you asked me what I did for fun and I said—“

“I know what you mean.” This was unexpected. It wasn’t like she thought he’d take her words to heart and end up cautious and guarded like her; an increasingly loud part of her really didn’t want him to. But at the very least, she thought she’d made things between them awkward enough that Naegi wouldn’t go seeking out her company any more.

Maybe she’d misjudged him. For all his seemingly passive nature, it seemed that Naegi really was the kind of person to confront his problems head on. She supposed he’d already proved that much in the class trials. Was that what this was, then? A confrontation? But he didn’t look angry…

“You were trying to warn me, right?” he pressed on. “Trying to get me to be more careful. I didn’t know why you said that stuff at first, but you were really just worried about me…” He trailed off and swallowed, suddenly looking unsure. “…I mean, I think.”

“You’re not…” Kyoko sighed. She’d begun her response before she had the chance to think better of it. No going back now, then. “You’re not wrong.”  She frowned down at the bench nearby, avoiding eye contact. She really hoped she wasn’t blushing.

She couldn’t see his face, but she could hear the relief in his voice as he continued, “G-Good! Well, it’s not ‘good,’ but what I mean is, ‘thank you.’ It… it really means a lot that you’d worry about me.”

“You take enough risks that it’s hard not to,” she replied. She could hear an acerbic tone creep into her voice, and it was almost a relief. Annoyance, bitterness, they were safe enough emotions to reveal. If she was irritated, that meant she wasn’t… anything else.

“I know.” He swallowed again. “And… I don’t think I’m going to stop.”

Another curveball. Kyoko was beginning to suspect that she had no idea where this conversation was going. It was a new sensation.

“I said before that I was going to carry our lost friends with me, and I’ve decided I want to carry me, too—er, if that makes any sense. I don’t want to change who I am.” Naegi took a heavy breath. “If I’m too soft, then I’m too soft. But that’s just me.”

There was a long silence. Finally, Kyoko raised her head, looking at him again. He had the same determined look on his face he had when he was presenting evidence at the class trials. His voice had even stopped wobbling at the very end of his soliloquy, sounding less like the gullible mess that insisted on buddying up to every potential murderer in the school and more like the competent investigator that remained objective and logical as he helped her put the pieces of each case together.

Except that was an idiotic comparison, because they were the same person. He wasn’t Fukawa. Naegi who got framed for murder because he couldn’t get over his middle school crush, Naegi who had found the truth regardless, Naegi who wanted to be friends with a literal serial killer, Naegi who had found that serial killer’s identity where trained police had failed for years, Naegi who she had yelled at, Naegi who she was just starting to accept that she might actually kind of like—it was all him.

Maybe she didn’t need to worry about him after all.

“You’re not too soft,” she finally admitted. “You’re a little soft, yes, but if you were too soft, you wouldn’t still be alive right now.”

Kyoko had never had much of a talent for giving pep talks.

Still, his face lit up, and before either of them could react, he threw his arms around her pulled her into a tight hug. Kyoko froze, arms standing stiffly at her sides, and it didn’t take long for Naegi to notice her reaction and release her. “S-Sorry! I don’t, uh, I don’t know why I did that. All I meant to do was say thank you. So. Thank you! And I’m sorry. So sorry.”

Naegi backed out the door in a flurry of apologies, bowing and blushing furiously. Kyoko could only watch him go, face gone absolutely blank with shock. She could feel her cheeks burning as she sat heavily on the bench.

Scratch that. She definitely needed to worry about him.

[askullinajar]

The Shattered Frame (Part 5/7)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Fic info: this is a sequel to my previous fic, The Living Ghost so go read that or this won’t make sense. Rating: General. Pairings: Lucy/Lockwood, Holly/Rani. Ao3 link: here.

A cluster of hauntings in a decrepit manor and the dripping spectre of a woman dressed all in black hits a little too close to home for Lockwood & Co’s newest member.

WARNING: There’s some detail about near-drowning at the start. Idk if anyone will be affected by that, but if you are, I won’t be offended if you skip it. Just Ctrl + F your way to ‘strong hands’. Happy reading, everyone!

Part 5 – An Icy Swim

The cold hit me all at once, seeping into my clothes, biting into my skin. My heart raced, blood rushed in my ears, I almost gasped for air in my blind panic. As a reflex, I thrashed around, frantically trying to get back to the surface, but I’d fallen in at an odd angle and struggled to contort my body the right way around.

After a terrifying few seconds, I managed to force my way to the surface, but I barely had time to gasp for air, and to see Lockwood being blasted back from the pool with Elizabeth reaching out for him, before the water churned around me and dragged me under again.

Lockwood. He needed help. I needed to help him.

I kicked my legs frantically, trying to fight against the heavy equipment on my belt that was pulling me down, but my hefty boots weighed my legs down. That, the numbing cold, the ghost lock creeping into my heart… it all made my movements sluggish.

I reached out and grasped at the edge of the pool, but my hands slid on the slimy tiles. My lungs screamed for oxygen. I tried to keep a grip on the edge of the pool, tried to gather enough strength to haul myself up.

Distantly, I heard people shouting. I recognised my friends’ voices; George and Kipps, then Holly and Skully. They’d help Lockwood. He’d be okay.

My head pounded painfully, my chest burned. I was cold, so cold. And tired.

I couldn’t stifle my reflexes anymore. I gasped for air, and water rushed into my lungs in its place. My fingers slipped from the tiles…

Then strong hands grabbed my arms and hauled me out of the water.

I sat there, on the wet grass, pressed up against Lockwood’s chest and coughing water up.

“Lucy? Lucy, are you alright?”

I gasped for air between coughing fits, and each breath seemed to rip my throat apart on the way down. I clutched at the arm Lockwood had around my torso for support, shivering violently. He was staring at me, eyes wide and frantic.

“Oh, I’m just dandy,” I croaked out at last, though I guess I didn’t convince him because he removed his coat and wrapped it tightly around me.

The others stood nearby, looking terrified as they gazed down at me.

“What happened?” I said.

“We got here just as it… Elizabeth was about to touch Lockwood,” Holly said. “Skully sort of…blasted her away.”

I looked over at my friend. He seemed pale and was staring into space with hollow eyes.

George seemed to have noticed, too. “Alright there, Skully? You look like –”

“If you say like I’ve seen a ghost, I’m cutting you,” Skully said, looking up abruptly to shoot George a glare.

“Jeez, why’re you so tetchy?” George said, holding his hands up in mock surrender.

“Maybe because my best friend nearly drowned!”

“Oh, so now you care about people?”

“Lucy? Sure. If you wanted to take a dip in the pool, however –”

“Stop it!” I shouted. “Both of you, stop it! You’ll only make her stronger if you fight.”

“Maybe we should just call it a night,” Kipps suggested.

“No,” I said. “We can get this place cleared tonight, I know we can. I’m not letting that bitch hang around, so she can try and drown anyone else.”

“Lucy, you’re soaking wet and freezing,” Holly tried to reason. “You need to warm up or you’ll catch a cold. Or worse.”

“There’s a fireplace in the living room, we should be able to start a fire,” said Lockwood. “At least stay there and warm up while the rest of us handle this.”

I didn’t want to agree with him – I wanted to track that ghost’s source down and snuff it out for good – but I guess I wouldn’t be much use in the state I was in, so I nodded.

Holly still looked concerned. “It’ll take forever for your clothes to dry. You could still get sick.”

“I’ll dry her off first,” said Skully.

George raised an eyebrow at him. “And how d’you plan on doing that?”

Skully cracked his knuckles. “I have my ways. Luce, see that porch railing? Go hang onto it as tight as you can.”

It was with great apprehension that I slipped out of Lockwood’s coat and approached the railing, but I was desperate to warm up; my sopping clothes weighed me down and I was numb all over. I wrapped my stiff fingers as tight as I could around the railing.

“Ready?” said Skully.

“No.”

The gust of psychic wind nearly sent me flying, but I held on even tighter and squeezed my eyes closed. My hair whipped painfully against my face, my clothes flapped harshly around me. It wasn’t nearly as cold as most ghostly winds, I’d give him that, but still far from pleasant, and when it finally died down, I glared daggers at Skully.

“I h-h-hate y-you,” I said as my teeth chattered together and I shivered violently.

“You’re welcome,” said Skully, as Lockwood came over and wrapped his coat back around me. I was still freezing, but at least my clothes were now relatively dry, if completely wrinkled.

I sat, cross-legged, in the centre of the iron chain in the living room while the others ran around collecting firewood and building a fire. I don’t know how she’d managed to find them, but Holly bundled me up in several moth-eaten blankets, so Lockwood could have his coat back.

“Try not to smother her, Hol,” George said, snickering as Holly continued to fuss over me, pouring me mugs of boiling tea from our thermoses. I didn’t mind so much; with the roaring fire, the piles of blankets, and the warm cup of tea in my hands, feeling was finally starting to return to my body. It hurt like hell, but at least it was something.

Lockwood eyed Skully, who was still seeming a little off; he hadn’t insulted George in a whole ten minutes, it was kind of disconcerting. Lockwood clapped a hand on his shoulder. “How about you stay here and keep an eye on Lucy. Make sure she stays out of trouble.”

Skully shrugged. “I mean, I’ll try, but I can��t promise anything.”

I shot both of them an unimpressed look.

Lockwood came over to where I was sitting and knelt in front of me. “You sure you’re okay, Luce? You gave me a fright there.”

I smiled at him. “I’m fine. Had to add nearly drowning to my list of near-death experiences at some point, I guess.” I didn’t tell him that my lungs still burned. That I could still feel the water pressing in on me.

Lockwood laughed, but it was short and sounded forced. “I’d rather you stopped having any near-death experiences at all.”

“Yeah, well, join the club.”

Lockwood just looked at me for a moment, his brows pulled slightly together, and his mouth tugged up a little at the corners. I wish I knew what he was thinking. Then he leant forwards and pressed his lips to my forehead.

“We’ll get this place sorted out. Stay safe, Lucy.”

“You too, Anthony.”

His cheeks got a faint pink dusting at that, and I committed that look to memory. Then I watched as he, George, Kipps, and Holly ventured back out of the living room to confront the Visitors, leaving me alone with Skully.

He walked forwards and sat beside me in the iron circle. I unwrapped the top blanket layer and draped it over both our shoulders.

“You okay?” I said.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You just seem a little off, that’s all. Do you wanna talk about it?”

I was met with silence. I took that as a no and looked back at the fire.

“My family are only a few hours away from here,” I said, changing the subject. “I’m half tempted to pay a visit.”

“Why don’t you?”

I shrugged. “My sisters are all scattered. I don’t really get along with my mum. I could always just visit Mary, I suppose.”

“She your favourite?”

I glanced over at him. “Didn’t you have a favourite sibling?”

There was a pause, then, “My twin, I guess.”

I nearly spat out the tea I’d been sipping on. “Twin?! There was more than one of you in the world?!”

He rolled his eyes. “Twin sister.”

“Marginally better, I suppose,” I conceded. “Which one of you was born first?”

He huffed. “She was. But that made me the incredible seventh child, so can’t complain much.”

I frowned. “I’m a seventh child. Why’s that so special?”

“Not heard all the folklore around seventh children?” he said. “Why d’you think your Talents are so strong? Why d’you think Bickerstaff hired me?”

I shrugged it off, though I had been wondering why my Talent had been doing the opposite of fading as I got older. “What was your sister like?”

He shrugged. “Stubborn, bit of a temper, wanted people to think she was all strong and mature but she was actually a huge dork.”

The description sounded like someone I knew, but I couldn’t quite think who. “She sounds cool.”

He picked at a loose thread in the blanket. “Yeah, she was.”

He seemed uncomfortable with the conversation, so I let the matter drop. I shuffled closer and rested my head on his shoulder.

“You’re being soppy again,” he told me.

“I nearly froze to death. I need the warmth.”

“I don’t know how much warmth you’re gonna get from a half-dead guy.”

“Shut up and let me be soppy.”

We sat in companionable silence for a while, watching the flames dance and listening to the wood crackle. I could hear a few distant sounds – water dripping, faint voices – but no Visitors bothered us in the living room.

“Thanks for saving Lockwood, by the way,” I said, after a while.

“You would’ve killed me if I didn’t,” Skully replied.

“True, but we both know that’s not why. You’re becoming best buds.”

Skully scoffed. “Sure. I’ll be the best man at your wedding.”

I ignored the way my heart jolted at the thought of marrying Lockwood one day. “Shut up,” I told him. “Besides, you can’t do that when you’re giving me away.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Am I, now?”

“I mean, my dad’s dead. I don’t have any uncles or brothers or anything. You’ll have to do.”

“Charming.”

We heard a crash come from downstairs. I sat bolt upright, listening. I heard a scream – Kipps, I think – followed by a shout from Lockwood, then, faintly, the gush of water.

I lurched to my feet and grabbed my discarded rapier.

“Lucy,” Skully warned. “You need to rest. They can handle it.” But I was already charging out of the door, towards the stairs to the basement.

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[champagnetravels]

Mustang

Ok so I’m going to preface this post with a completely non-exaggerated claim that the two weeks I spent on excursion in the mountains are quite possibly the best 2 consecutive weeks I’ve had in my entire life. There was not a moment that I was not enjoying myself and from start to finish I was just amazed and happy and having a fantastic time! I haven’t had such a sustained good time in a long time and I am truly not exaggerating or being sarcastic. It was bomb. I felt the most like myself that I have in a while and was just consistently so happy!

So we started with a quick 8 hour bus drive from Kathmandu to a Tibetan settlement in Pokhara, a city basically at the base of all the mountains. We stayed with a family for one night and let me tell you this was a great start. I was with another girl from SIT, Grace, and our ama la and acha la. They were the nicest people ever and we all just really clicked and had a great time together. We made plans to make momos together when we came back through Pokhara at the end of the excursion (spoiler alert: Grace and I got put into a different family but came back) and they talked to us for a long time after dinner. Ugh, love them.

We left Pokhara around 5:30 A.M. to go to the airport for 6:30 and 7:00 flights. The flights were so early because these planes only fly in the morning because it’s way too windy in the afternoon and they are TINY PLANES that fly literally through the mountains. We had to have two flights because the planes only hold 16 people and we watched them take off and fly through a tiny valley. Wild. I was not nervous at all, I was actually really excited. And then we went onto the tarmac and I watched them unload the bags from the previous flight, load our bags, and refill the fuel and I was like oh my god I’m about to get on a tiny plane in the mountains I may die. But I didn’t die. And it was actually an incredible flight. I could see into the cockpit from my seat so I basically watched two men fly a plane and I had the best views of mountains you could ever imagine. We flew threw the deepest gorge in the world (I think?) and ugh it was just beautiful. And since everyone around me was super nervous I got a window seat so that’s a win. Also, this plane had the smoothest landing I have ever experienced. But yea, the tiny planes just go back and forth from Pokhara to Jomosom all morning long because the flight is only 20 minutes but it’s an 8 hour bus/jeep ride. 

When we got off the plane in Jomosom a lot of us, including me, almost cried. Right behind the airport (which is literally a single road where tiny planes land) was a huge, snowy mountain. We’ve heard many myths about snowy mountains of Nepal but these pesky things called smog and climate change shield them from the Kathmandu Valley. So we were all pretty excited. We hied around a bit and hung out at the hotel literally just looking at the mountain it was so nice to see nature and not be in a dusty city. Jomosom is also only one road so every single place you go has a view of the mountains. 

We only stayed in Jomosm for one night and then the next day we walked for a few hours up to Kagbeni. We walked through a river bed which was pretty cool and we were just surrounded by mountains on the walk. I also did not realize that the mountains in Lower Mustang were desert mountains but there were no trees or anything. Just more dust and rocks. Still pretty though. In Kagbeni we had lunch at this place called YacDonalds. Ok so people in Nepal are obsessed with yaks or they think (and are right) that tourists are obsessed with yaks because there is yak propoganda EVERYWHERE. But yea this place was a spin off of McDonald’s which was honestly a hilarious and good move on their part. Here I had one of the best lunches I’ve had since coming to Nepal: the YacDonalds Happy Meal. It was a burger made of yak meat with mayo and cheese on it served with fries and cole slaw. MMMMMMMM! It was so so so good and that definitely could have been because I haven’t had that much protein in one meal since getting here. Ugh it was so good. Side note: I showered here. Keep this in mind as you read.

After Kagbeni we went up to Muktinath which was just MORE snowy mountains and made everyone so happy. I went on a little hike up to a statue of Guru Rinpoche, the guy who is said to have brought Buddhism to Tibet and killed/tamed all the demons that were living in the mountains. He’s as present in Tibetan Buddhism/temples as Buddha. But from there it was just panoramic views of mountains. It was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen and made me feel very very small and very very excited to explore the world. We had another dank (which means REALL GOOD) lunch here as well at a Bob Marley themed restaurant which was super random. But we had pizza!!!! Some was veggie, some was chicken, and some was yak and I ate a lot of all of it. I was v hungry and selfish during this meal oops. After lunch we went up to this famous Hindu temple, Muktinath Temple, where there were these two big pools of water and 108 taps of water behind them. People were walking through the pools and then running under the taps. Apparently, Hindu pilgrims do this three times and it’s supposed to bring good health I believe. I just put my hands under all of the taps but a few SIT students did the full dunk-and-run. Also, it was freezing here idk why they did that I had to put on another pair of pants just to go to dinner.

The next day we were split into groups of three students to be sent to different villages for a three day homestay. I was originally supposed to walk back down near Kagbeni into a town that was technically Upper Mustang where you can’t go without a permit. There was a girl who was really sick though and needed to go down in altitude so they asked me if I could switch with her and stay up in the mountains. Silly me, I was bummed that I couldn’t go into ~technically~ Upper Mustang but this switch was probably the best thing that could have happened. My group in the original village was kinda random and idk if I would have had as much fun as I did with the group I ended up with. 

So I went to the village Jharkot which was only about a half hour walk away from Muktinath. We walked partly on the main road and then we took a detour to get a closer look at some yaks. This was fun until one of them decided that it didn’t want us looking at it anymore and kinda almost maybe charged at us a little bit. We were safe though one of the co-researchers (local Mustangis helping us with translating and such) was handling it. My group walked with one other group which also had really cool people in it and we learned that they were super close to us. They stayed for a little while and drank this juice that was actually amazing. It’s called seabuckthorn juice and it was served hot OMG it was so good I don’t know if you can get it anywhere else. But while they were hanging in our village these guys came up to practice archery and they let us use their bow. I was not great but not the worst of all of us which made me feel good. Then these guys practiced for so long right outside of my homestay in a field and we just watched them. For this excursion we all had to do research on something for a paper and I was originally going to research marriage practices but while watching the archery I decided to do something completely random and different and decided to study archery. I learned that Mustangi/Himalayan archery is pretty famous for being really good and there are festivals and competitions all over the villages throughout the Spring. Also, at these festivals there has to be a male representative of each family that’s in the village at the time of the festival competing or else they get fined. It was pretty cool and there was a lot more to it than you would expect. I have to write a paper on it so if you’re interested I can send you more ; )

But yea so in Jharkot I was with two other SIT students - Grace and Keller - our co-researcher Babu and an SIT staff member, Nyima Dorjee. They offered to split us up for more room but we were like lol no we want to all be together this is scary so we all slept in the same room together. Our house was basically a mud building with wooden slats for a roof and it had two rooms. One room had a stove and some low seats/couches and the other room had 4 beds. So the five of us plus ama la spread out amongst those two rooms. For breakfast, we sat on a little porch area which was also where the bathroom was. But it had an incredible view of the mountains so breakfast was something that I really looked forward to. And Dorjee let us sleep in (until 8) so that was super nice. So back to breakfast. We ate tsampa for breakfast. Tsampa is barley flour and you mix it with tea, butter, sugar, and, if you’re feeling crazy, a bit of yak cheese. It was so. Good. I love tsampa. It was kind of like oatmeal but thicker and it really filled you up. Me and Keller and Grace were super into the tsampa. Then everyday, and I mean everyday of the rest of this excursion, we had dal bhat for lunch which is rice with like a lentil soup/sauce on it. I like dal bhat but I can only eat so many mountains of white rice man. It was wild. For dinner it would be absolutely freezing because it got so cold at night so we would all huddle by the stove and eat whatever ama la gave us. 

So this portion was actually just the best part of this entire semester I think. Grace and Keller are amazing people so that was just so fun. We talked about so much stuff and just had so much fun together. Then Babu was a riot. I think he just wasn’t cinfident in his English abilities so to compensate he just acted so freaking strange but it was so funny. Then Dorjee is just the man. He’s an anthropologist and so cool he just has a really interesting perspective on the world and having him there made a huge difference. He actually made us work which Babu did not but we also got the chance to get to know him as a human which was fun.

During the days in Jharkot we would wander around our village and the surrounding ones. We met this one guy who I talked to for so long about archery and he took us all around the village and into his grandparents old house which was so cool. He said that he had never shown a tourist his house, only his close Nepali friends. But he showed us the prayer room in his house that had all these antiques in it like old bows and arrows and daggers and tea sets. It was actually so cool. We also hiked down to the river and then up the other side to another village where people were staying and went to an archery festival that was happening for the start of Spring (the one where there has to be a male representative from each family). We watched that for a while and it was so cool. They would shoot and everyone would yell “So so so so so” which meant good luck and was kind of a prayer like oh I hope you do well. Then they would take a break and drink chang, homemade rice beer, and do it all over again for a few rounds. That night when we got back to Jharkot me, Grace, Babu, and Keller had a dance party on our porch for like 2 hours and it was so fun. I was so relaxed and content and could have honestly stayed there forever. This was the best excursion. And I learned a Tibetan pop song called Phur (which means Fly in English) and it is actually the best song ever (if you’re interested, it’s on my spotify and I will try to post a link to youtube if I can figure that out). Apparently the lyrics mean if you’re not speaking out and using your voice then your life is a waste (hint hint it’s about Tibet). 

After our three days in Jharkot we had to rejoin with the rest of the group in a Tibetan settlement in Tserok (with a quick lunch stop in Jomosom). This settlement was right by the river so I spent the afternoon by the river just hanging out. The second day in Tserok I went on a hike/walk through a forest to another town that had a bomb bakery. The walk was actually the highlight though it was so beautiful and it felt so good to be around trees! Trees! With mountains in the background that looked fake! Incredible! We were waiting for a bus to take us back to Tserok because we were all feeling lazy but it never came so we had to ask the owner of the bakery to give us a ride back in his jeep. Which he charged us $20 and that may not seem like a lot for 7 people and taking a man away from his business but in this country that’s a lot of freaking money. I haven’t spent more than $16 at one time and that has only happened once. So we were pretty salty about that but it had to be done because it was getting late. Note: The closest I have come at this point to a shower is dunking my head in the river in Jomosom.

Everyone had dinner at 6:30 so that we could make it to the cultural show that the settlement put on for us. This was basically just a bunch of dance performances which would have been great if a) we weren’t all really tired and b) the awful sound quality music wasn’t blasting through the speakers at full volume. It was really hard to not cover your ears because Tibetan music is very screechy. After the performances though they just played Tibetan and Nepali pop music (a.k.a. Phur) and we all danced. It was v fun but I was so dead and had to leave to go to bed.

The next day we went to Marpha which is famous for its apples and had lunch. And cake because it was Grace’s birthday! Woo cake! Marpha was nice but it was just the touristy version of where we had all been for a week so it wasn’t super exciting. From Marpha we hiked up to this lake that was supposed to be on the way as we walked toward Jomosom. But then when we got up there it started aggressively raining and hailing so we sat in a little tea house and waited for jeeps to come get us. The lake was really pretty though, the water was a really cool light greenish blue and, of course, there were mountains everywhere. Note: I took a rushed and not very satisfying bucket shower in Jomosom.

We ended the excursion with another night in Pokhara. This is where Grace and I got swtiched and we were not happy about it because we were supposed to make momos with ama la. But we made momos with new ama la and also visited old ama la who made us eat some of her momos as well because apparently 12 momos at your own home is just not enough. (momos are basically dumplings). In the afternoon, before dinner, I walked to the big lake in Pokhara and rented a row boat for an hour with people and it was so much fun. It reminded me of Coventry which made me a tad homesick but also excited for the summer and also comfortable. I was in my element. Then we went back and had momos and visited old ama la. 

The excursion technically ended the next day but nearly everyone decided to extend it and stay in the city of Pokhara for Friday and Saturday nights and go back to Kathmandu on Sunday instead. This was a great choice all around. We had some incredible food which came just in time because I was about to go nuts from eating dal bhat everyday and we went out to dance and hang at night which was so much fun! I have to admit the 8 hour bus ride back to Kathmandu kind of sucked but that was the only bad part of this experience. Note: Took a HOT SHOWER FROM A SHOWER HEAD in Pokhara and it was divine. 

Well, idk if that post made much sense and I’m not sure if i fully got across just how incredible it was but that’s a wrap. 

[langstwhynot]

Formers (part 1)

Anyone remember the fic I once wrote “wisher”? Great. Here’s a rewrite. Enjoy.

(The whole fic is based on a dream i had, just saying haha)

Warnings for this chapter: grammar mistakes, passing out.

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The squashed paper flew in the air and met the corner of the two walls, falling down into the garbage can.

“Score!” Lance shouted and pushed his legs down from the table, making his chair turn in it’s place, thanks for it having wheels. Hunk pulled down the book he was reading and gave Lance a disappointed look.

After the chair finally stopped turning and Lance’s vision focused on the now-not-spinning room, he noticed Hunk’s glare.

“Oh come on Hunk!” Lance threw his arms in the air with a hurtful look. “You know I can’t focus with that shit, it’s soooo boring!!” Hunk sighed and pulled the book up in front of his face. “I know buddy, but we gotta pass this test. It’s important.”

Lance grunted. “Why do we need to learn math anyway?” He mumbled under his breath and turned back to his desk. He faced down the book, and glared on the opened notebook next to it.

So many numbers.

“Nope.” He turned the chair around and got up, walking out of the room. “Where are you going?” Hunk pulled the book down once again, leaning forward to look out into the hallway, searching for any sign of Lance. “I’m going to get me a coffee!!” He heard Lance speak loudly from the kitchen. Hunk flinched.

“W-wait! What about me!! Hold on I’m coming!!” Hunk threw the book backwards on to the couch he got up from and grabbed his jacket hanging on the one door to the room, putting it on while he ran in the hallways of the house.

He got exactly on time when Lance opened the main door. Hunk jumped out of the apartment and Lance locked the door behind them, throwing Hunk the keys.

As they were walking down the street over to that one cafe place where all their group meet up sometimes, Lance smiled at the pile of snow filling the sides of the closet road.

He loved the winter.

Of course, he loved the summer too, when he could go to the beach and swim with his little siblings, or go for a little hike into the woods with his older sister. He chuckled at the memory of the two gossiping about people from school up at the mountain behind the neighborhood.

And his birthday! The only day focused just about him.

But there was something about the winter that made his heart race when he stared at the white snow. The white, cold snow, who made him feel safe and somehow warm from all the pain and darkness out there in the real world where no one is there for you or can reach for you if you’re deep down in the mess you made and you keep drowning when you realize you can’t sto-

“Lance?”

He flinched and turned his head over to Hunk, who seemed worried. “Yeah, dude?” He said, slowly his mind was getting back into reality. Hunk raised an eyebrow. “You look pale, are you cold? Do I need to give you my jacket?”

Lance stared at Hunk for a few seconds without saying or doing anything, but then shook his head and laughed. “No! I’m fine! Just had some... deep thoughts! Haha.” He smiled, ignoring the headache he felt building itself in his forehead. Hunk smiled back.

Then the two kept walking.

When they entered the cafe, the warmth of the inside doors and the heaters work really kicked away all the coldness from outside. Lance sighed happily and took down his coat, leaving on his blue scarf and black knitted hat (idk have mercy). He tied it around his hips and turned over to Hunk. “What do you want to drink, big guy?”

Hunk hummed and looked at the big menu hanging above the bar. “I’ll take vanilla.” He looked back to Lance and smiled. Lance nodded and turned around, walking over to the bar.

A young woman stood there and gritted him with a “Hey” when he reached his destination. She had red hair tied in a ponytail, and green forest eyes. He smiled and waved. “One Vanilla and One Mocha please.”

She nodded and typed the computer next to her, then turned around and started to work on the coffees he just ordered.

Lance looked at her working when a wave of tiredness hit him, and his eyelashes felt heavier.

He closed his eyes, letting his mind focus on the sounds of the coffee machines and the talking behind him. He heard laughers and people sipping from their hot tea, or coffee. He heard the buttons of the keyboards being pressed, by some laptop owners that brought their work down to the shop. In the background of all of that was a nice calm song Lance couldn’t remember it’s name, and the bell of the front door calling with it’s rings every time someone entered or got out.

Lance opened his eyes and find the coffee girl still working.

And suddenly, just like that, his vision got blurred. The girl splitter to two and his eyes hurt with the pressure of being open for too long.

He rubbed his eyes, trying to make it go away, but he made his headache stronger, and to the room spin around.

Then Lance started to panic.

No, not now, not after months of it not happening. It hurts, it burns, but it’s freezing and so cold. But what exactly was it? He couldn’t tell, every time it happened it felt worse and worse with the days and whatever he did, he couldn’t stop it.

How can he stop it?

“Sir?” The girl asked, holding a cap in each hand and looking at him with a confused worried face. “I...I-!” Lance gasped. The girl seemed to understand and she put the two caps down on the bar, running around it to reach Lance, who just fell to the ground.

“Sir?!” She didn’t know his name, but she hoped she spoke loud enough to draw someone’s attention to notice.

Hunk noticed.

“Lance?! Oh god, what happened??” He ran over to his friend and lifted his head from the floor, putting it on his lap. “L-Lance?!” It was so sudden, Hunk didn’t know what to do. Hunk didn’t know what happened! He was scared and worried, shaking Lance’s body by his shoulders and trying to make him wake up.

People began crowding around the two, some tried to help, some just stared, but the girl from the counter was already gone. Disappeared from view. Not like Hunk really looked for her.

Soon an ambulance came and took Lance away, Hunk wasn’t allowed to drive with him. He watched as the ambulance drove down the road and stared at it, hopelessly.

He snapped around and looked at the same road behind him, jumping and waving for the taxi coming closer. It stopped by Hunk and he got in. “Drive after that ambulance, NOW!” Hunk pointed on an ambulance through the windshield.

The driver just pulled up his shoulders and started driving.

~~~

When Lance woke up, he got blinded by the light of the hospital room hanging above his bed. It took his eyes a few minutes to get used to it as he blinked in confusion. He turned his head to lay on it’s other side and noticed the window to his left.

The lights and shining dots from the city spread underneath the black sky filled with white stars. Lance sighed and drifted off to sleep again.

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The second time when Lance woke up, it was mostly because of the noise in the room.

He opened his eyes and blinked, but not too many times, because now he didn’t have the lights from the night before shining down at his face, someone must have turned it off. He was thankful for that. He let his mind focus on the faces of the people who sat around his bed and their conversation that was at first a bit blurred to be heard. Then he coughed, making them all go silent as they turned their heads to look at him.

“Lance!” Hunk’s voice filled the quiet room.

Immediately two big arms warped around Lance’s neck, but not so strong so they won’t choke him. “Hey buddy.” Lance spoke calmly and looked over Hunk’s shoulder to see that the others were alerted too on what happened.

“How are you doing Lance?” Shiro asked, his black hair being pushed by the wind coming from the open window. Allura instantly went to close it when she noticed Lance eyeing to it.

Hunk let go of Lance and stood back, looking down to him with a worried look on his face. He kept one hand on his shoulder.

Lance took a deep breath to process what hurts and how to tell them without making them worry. He looked up to Shiro again and smiled weakly. “I feel great.”

A laugh came from his right side. Lance turned his head slowly to noticed Pidge sitting on a chair with a laptop on her crossed legs. “I’m sure you feel great due to the headache and aching bones you have.” She glared at him and Lance laughed silently from shame. “Don’t lie to us Lance, we talked to the doctors. We know what’s going on.” She continues, with a more serious face.

“That’s a lie. We don’t know exactly what’s going on.” Keith, who stood next to Shiro with his crossed arms looked over to Pidge with an eyebrow raised. Lance turned to him. “What do you mean?”

Keith sighed.

“She meant that we know what symptoms you have, but we don’t know what exactly made you to pass out. The doctors don’t know either.” His face softened as he turned his gaze to Lance. Lance face fell.

“But hey! Don’t worry about it! I’m sure they’re working the hardest they can on that case.” Allura came and sat by Lance’s hospital bed, and Lance gave her a tiny sad smile. She returned it.

They kept talking and laughing, mostly them, Lance almost didn’t talk, but that was fine. They assumed he was tired or something and after two hours when Lance yawned, Shiro suggested they let him rest.

“No Lance, I insist. You have to get some sleep to be able to stay awake for tomorrow’s meeting with the doctors.” Shiro said as he held the door, ready to close it behind him and the others that already stood outside.

“Alright, thank you guys for coming.” Lance sighed and smiled.

“Of course.” Shiro Gave him a nod and waved for goodbye, closing, as he walked out, the door.

Now Lance was alone again.

He let his head fall to it’s side and look at the closed window. He knew it was winter, but Lance really wanted to feel the liitle warmth the sun gave them in this coldest season, dancing on his tan skin, and the beams of the light that escape through the cloudy ceiling of the sky just teased him more to feel that specific warmth again.

He hissed and sat up, grunting from the pain as shivers ran through his whole body. He wrapped himself in his blue hospital blanket and turned around, to let his legs fall out of the bed, down to the floor.

Then he put all his body weight on his weak jelly legs. He stumbled his way to the wall and leaned against it, sliding over to the window.

When he reached the closed window he pulled his head closer to look out of it. Lance felt like the green trees covered in white snow that fell from them as the wind brashed it off almost called from him and rang in his ears. He had to open the window.

So Lance let go of hugging the blanket around him and got his arms out, letting the blanket rest heavily on his shoulders as it slowly slipped down to the floor. Lance put his hands in the handle of the window and tried to push the window up.

Sadly, he was too weak to do it.

And after the third time he tried and let go, just then he realized he was holding his breath during his work. Now his head felt even dizzier and the room spun around. He let himself lean his side on the wall and slid down to sit on the cold floor, the blanket half way down his body.

The door was opened slowy and a gasp followed not long after. “Damn, dude!”

Lance couldn’t see who exactly who the person was, and what was pulling his up by his shoulders, he just wanted to open the window.

“W...window...” He almost whispered as he was put back on the bed and sat there facing the white wall, not even being aware of that. “I’ll open the window, you just lie down ok?” The person said, and steps were heard walking away. Then the “woosh” of the window being pulled up.

Lance smiled to himself as the cold air met his heated skin. He lay backwards on his pillow, not bothering to grab the blanket up to cover his body and not just his left hip and two legs.

The person sighed and a sound of a chair being dragged came closer to Lance’s ears. “So how you doing man?” They asked. Lance hummed and gave a little nod. “Now better.” He mumbled. The person scoffed.

Then it was silence for a few more minutes before Lance opened his eyes again when he felt like his head calmed down a bit. He turned his head to the person sitting in a chair next to his bed, who had their arms crossed and stared blankly down at their legs.

“What the hell.” He whispered, drawing the person attention. They waved with a grin. “Do I know you?”

The person scoffed again.

“Aw, don’t you remember me?” They talked in a childish and like sad tune. Lance sat up and was about to speak when the person got up and pushed him to lay back down.

Lance struggled to get up, but it was mostly him fighting himself. “Woah! Hey! You shouldn’t be fighting it! It will only make it worse!” They yelled quietly, not wanting to be heard by the people outside and get arrested for whatever they will come up with now.

Lance stopped, he was breathing fast and sweat came down his forehead. He looked into the person’s eyes with a confused look. The person didn’t move.

“Wait a minute... aren’t you...?”

“Yep.” The girl smirked and let Lance go, by this time he didn’t try to get up, he just looked at her sitting back down at her chair.

“You’re the cashier from the café!” He yelled and was thrown into a coughing pit. She just stared at him and waited for him to finish.

“W-“ he coughed a few more times. “What are you doing here?”

“Well.” She straightened her back on the chair and looked around to room, avoiding eye contact. “I don’t know you, and I don’t really care either, but I’m such a good person, so I came here to help.” When she finished, she finally looked over at the confused “offended” Lance.

“Well I don’t know you either, and last time I checked, you’re a cashier, not a doctor. So sorry but I don’t think you can help.” He talked aggressively. “Except opening a window, you’re lucky I’m to weak to do that myself.” He said when he felt the wind blowing his hair to the side once more.

“oh trust me, I know more than these losers.” She scoffed and leaned backwards on the chair, raising an eyebrow with a grin on her face. Lance rolled his eyes.

“Fine.” She said and got up, walking over to the door, around the bed, as Lance followed her walking with a confused look on his face. “I know what pain you must feel, but if you don’t want my help then I guess I should go...” she said and opened the door when she heard him speak again.

“Wait!”

She turned around.

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“What do you mean what do I mean?” She smirked and Lance rolled his eyes again.

“You said you know what pain I feel, how?” He slapped the annoyance out of his face to put serious back on track. She closed the door and turned to look at Lance with her arms crossed.

“Well I think I know what you feel, I read about it.”

Lance was so confused. “You read about it? What? Where?”

She chuckled and shook her head. “Oh my friend Lance, you have no idea what you’re getting into aren’t you?”

Lance kicked the blanket down to the floor and got up, drawing the attention back to him. She saw Lance standing up straight, realizing how tall he really is. He looked serious when he stepped closer to the girl and was almost chest to chest with her. “I just want answers.” He whispered. “I’m going through this pain for so long, I need, answers.”

“And there’s no way you’re getting out of here without telling me what you know.” He said, and when the girl looked into his eyes she smirked as she saw the light flashes in his eyeballs.