A/N: This is my very bad attempt at something cute, but you know… Fluff isn’t my best. Also a bit different from what I’ve done in the past, so feedback would be great. I messed up the months, I’m aware.
Just got back and my mind’s all a whirl but heres’s some notes:
Thank you everyone who advised me where to sit in the theater because I got the BEST SEATS and we saw EVERYTHING I think and I am so stoked. Middle front mezzanine all the way, three rows back from the balcony edge. Perfection.
I cried during the opening because I’m so happy I got to take my mom to see this show, she’s never been to Broadway before and she’s done so much for me and I bought tickets for us and I am so happy!
what even is this set it’s incredible
where do I look I have to look everywhere oh god I need to see this show 20 times
Is Natasha being seduced by Helene or Anatole? Yes.
C O S T U M E S
So many bright lights my eyes help please my eyes
Denée Benton is the embodiment of that “have you ever seen a woman so beautiful you started crying?” post, because that’s actually what I did tonight. She was onstage, she started singing, and I started weeping at her beauty. I feel honored to have seen her perform.
That clarinet player in the orange jacket was a lovely example of @orangegoth
Heartbreaking “I’m still your friend even if you forgot about me” song
The inexplicable song for the world’s most charismatic Uber driver, that becomes the most heartpounding spectacle in the entire performance
Ominous figures in robes, chanting
lights are stars. lights are comets. lights are romance. lights are loneliness. LIGHTS.
Imply the incest but don’t imply it as strongly as the miniseries, well done
Josh Groban sang “Dust and Ashes” and emotionally D E S T R O Y E D me. I felt EVERY emotion, and I felt them so strongly I started shaking, dug my nails into my palms, pressed my hands over my mouth, sobbed, and when it was over I clapped with everyone else and I also SCREAMED because EMOTIONS and I’m sorry I screamed but I really couldn’t hold back and I doubt anyone heard that. Fuck that guy I hope he wins the Tony for that song alone dear gods.
Mirror check ; )
Bizarre symbolic sex ballet
~ S I R E N S ~
Is Glitter Mustache Man the same as Tore Off Shirt After Table Dance Man?
Helene had the most fabulous outfits I adore her so much
You are now surrounded by ominous wailing
The conductor getting shoved out of his spot by Pierre for some solo Sad Songs
Clarinet girl carried off on a piggyback ride
Dolokhov wasn’t there nearly enough as far as I’m concerned
Glass rim humming
Lifting your dance partner up on the edge of the balcony, just ensemble things
The Anachronistic Rave Dance Orgy was a bit weird
Mail time! Here’s the mail it never fails :DDD
Pierre rousing himself from his Depression Pit only to stagger around and then drag Anatole in there to have a fight in about 2ft square of stage space and nearly murder him with a paperweight, which if he’d done that 2 hours ago would have saved everyone the trouble, but who’d have wanted that?
Feysand fluff, going to their first play or theatre event (because Feyre has never been in the mortal realm)
I am beautiful. I spun in front of the mirror, admiring my form in the tight black dress. The back was completely open, and the front went up around my neck, almost looking like a collar. My hair was braided to go over my shoulder, and a black diadem was placed on my head. I knew Rhys had a matching one on and was waiting down stairs. I smiled at myself one last time and went to meet him in the sitting room.
He let out a long whistle when i reached the bottom step. I looked at him and my skin lit up slightly, causing me to blush and push the light away. “Feyre darling, do you see something you like?” He smirked. He was his usual all black get up,with of course the matching crown. But the way he was smiling, the look of pure happiness in his face, made me want to shine as bright as the stars. “Shut up,” I laughed, “Where are we going anyway?”
He had been doing something behind my back for awhile, and of course it drove me crazy and made me think the worst. But every night he would hold me close and tell me how much he loves me and that he promised I would know soon enough. This morning, he simply said I would stop worrying about him disappearing after going on our date tonight.
I insisted on not wearing the diadem, it felt strange walking around Velaris dressed as High Lady of the Night Court, but he insisted I look my best and proudly walk the streets as High Lady. I only let him get away with it because he was so excited about tonight.
“Lets go!” he cheered, linking elbows with me and pulled me to the starry streets.
We mostly walked in silence. He was smiling brightly and would occasionally kiss the top of my head. Was I going mad? I would look up at him, and he would just smile back. What the hell? Did he honestly not notice that no one was on the streets? Every so often someone would walk out of their shops and wave to us, or someone would look around the corner of a building and hide.
“Rhys seriously whats-” “We’re here.” He interrupted. I looked ahead and my jaw dropped. The theater. I’ve always wanted to come here. But it was quiet. The lights were off. “Is there even a performance tonight?” I asked. Maybe he thought there was one tonight and he was wrong. That still wouldn’t explain why he was missing. “Yes, Feyre I’m not stupid.” he laughed. “Debatable.” I whispered under my breath. He chuckled and took my hand, “I’ve been waiting for tonight. My favorite story is being preformed. It’s called Savior! Its based on a legend.” He practically ran inside, pulling me up a flight of stairs. We took a seat in what i assumed was his private box.
It was so quiet. And dark. I couldn’t feel anyone else in here. I was about to start freaking out when the lights turned on on the stage. I looked to the crowd to see if anyone else was there, but it looked like a dark abyss. I looked at Rhys questioningly. He threw his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close.
I was about to start considering if he was drunk as I looked back to the stage and froze. The scene was in a snowy forest. It was gloomy and sad. A small girl ran across the stage and stopped in the center. She had on shabby clothes and torn up boots with a bow in hand and a quiver slung around her back. She took out a arrow and notched it, and tried hard to pull it back. She aimed and fired it to the side of the stage, but it didn’t fly, it fell a few feet in front of her. The small girl picked up the arrow, then rubbed her belly. She was hungry. She walked off the stage.
Pairings: Donald Pierce x Reader Words: 1,302 Warnings: Angst and fluff Request:@brooklynalpha : Donald pierce, number 13 Like flirting each other not only him 😏😂 Summary: Donald gets injured during the mission. A/N: Well, it took a different turn, didn’t it? I hope you’ll be happy with the outcome and thank you for the request!
[Donald Pierce + “Are you flirting with me?”]
The earsplitting sound of my ringing phone shook me awake. Struggling to keep my eyes open, I sat up and reached for the phone. Contact’s name made the blood in my veins freeze and I could feel a growing lump in my throat.
The thought of sleep sunk into oblivion as I answered the call with shaky hands.
“Don?” I whispered with hope still present in my voice.
“Hey, kiddo,” I heard one of the Reavers’ voice but was unable to identify him correctly, “there’s been a little accident at work. I think Pierce would appreciate your company now.”
I shut my eyes and covered the mouth with my palm to mute a sob. Logan and Donald couldn’t have survived this witch hunt. Not both of them at least. And up until that moment, I had no clue who was easier to say goodbye to. The decision was made inside of my head once I saw Donald’s number on my phone screen.
“You still there?”
I instinctively nodded, still trying to fight off the despair that was tearing apart my insides.
“Yeah,” I spat out, “and I’m gonna be there in a minute.”
I hung up, preventing him from asking any more question that I wouldn’t be capable of answering without bursting into tears.
I jumped out of bed and put on the first clothes that happened to be within my reach. It was only on my way to the elevator that I realised that the black shirt didn’t belong to me. The scent of Donald’s skin that I knew so well was painfully reminiscent of how I always felt with him around. The feeling of guilt and helplessness was swallowing me whole and I couldn’t keep up with wiping the tears from my cheeks.
The way to the Transigen hospital seemed to drag on forever. Every intersection that I had to overpass welcomed me with a bright red light and if that wasn’t enough, it started pouring and I was forced to slow down by overcautious elderly drives more than a few times.
synopsis: it’s ironic how a phone call is suppose to connect two people, and yet during one’s struggle and vulnerable state the only thing that person will constantly hear is the sound of the other’s answering machine.
a/n: this is my first attempt at like a PROPER angst piece. it’s probably fucken horrible but i’m gonna post it anyways! i purposely wrote it all in lowercase, so dont come after me about horrible punctuation. this is in luke’s pov.
“hi, this is y/n. sorry that I can’t come to the phone
right now. leave me a message and i’ll give you a call back.”
swallowing down my pride, i slowly opened my mouth to
try and say something but all that came out was the sound of my words bundling
up and choking up upon my tongue. my throat so suddenly became dry and my
entire speech that i had rehearsed over and over again for the past four hours
immediately fleeted away from my brain the second i heard her voice message
that i have grown so use to and so comforted by.
i am surprised that her inbox hasn’t filled up yet,
especially since i have been leaving her messages almost frequently; as much as
twice, three times a week. though… it use to be much worse. i would constantly
call her and leave her a message twice a day; once in the morning and once at
night. it was a toxic habit that i had to slowly break down to what it is now.
i couldn’t help it. i needed to hear her voice. i craved hearing her name,
hearing the sweet tone of her voice that has consumed my life form the second
we met to this very moment. even if my only source of her vocal comfort was her
damn answering machine.
does she ever listen to any of my messages? i wonder
if she keeps them. i wonder if she listens to every single message and just
keeps them for those moments where she feels alone and she feels as if she
needs to hear my voice and hear me speak to her in order to feel warm and at
home. or does she just glance at the growing number on her answering machine
and mindlessly deleting them all at once without having any thought that within
her eighty, ninety plus messages that i have left for her, someone important is
actually trying to contact her.
i wouldn’t be offended if she called me back in
frustration, telling me to back off or to leave her alone and to go away. i
honestly wouldn’t blame her, especially if she had met someone new and they
were spending time with each other and having a lovely time, only to be
disturbed by me; an ex boyfriend who still can’t get the courage to end this
chapter of his life. not just yet anyways. if she does call me back, it would
be a miracle. it would actually make my day, just to hear her speak and hear
more of the english language in her velvety silk sound than the twenty-five
words that i have grown accustomed to.
Cam’s question rang in my ear. When i looked at my phone and saw it was unlocked, i knew that Cam answered. I was mad, mad as fuck. But not at Cam…i was mad at me. Suddenly all my suppressed emotions rushed to the top and came bubbling over. Trying to find the words to answer him, my voice escaped me and the only thing that came out were tears. I sat and pressed my face into my palms as i sobbed.
Cam scooted closer and put his arm around my back and comforted me.
“Hey….. Babe… whats wrong?…. What is it baby girl?” He whispered bringing his head close to mine.
I still couldn’t respond. All i could do was just cry. Cry because once again, when i think i’m making progress and i’m finally over him, the mention of his name fucks me up. I was tired of my emotions being tied so tightly to him. He had some type of hold on me that i couldn’t control as much as i tried.
When i finally stopped crying enough to sound like i was speaking english, i decided that it was time for me to tell Cam about Stefon and my past once and for all. Why i’m so fucked up and why i’m terrified to be in a relationship again.
I told him about our relationship, Stefon’s occupation and operations and about my miscarriage. it wasn’t easy for me to talk about, but he listened with patience and compassion as i spilled my heart to him. He didn’t ask questions, just listened and when i was through he held me tight all night as we slept letting me know i was secure in his arms. I felt like a weight had been lifted off of my shoulders for two reasons. one, because i was finally able to be honest with him about my past. And two, because i was able to really talk to someone about it. I had my friends of course, but only one knew the whole thing about my relationship with Stefon and our unfortunate end.
A Couple Days Later (4th of July)
After i told Cameron about Stefon, I had been really clingy with him. We spent every day and night together up to the 4th because i didn’t want to be alone and he didn’t want me to be either. I blocked Stefon’s number from my phone so i wouldn’t have to deal with it anymore. I took a couple days off and rescheduled most of my clients so i could recuperate and enjoy my holiday. Normally i spend my Fourth of July with just my parents and Jeremy but this year Cameron wanted me to come out to his mother’s place too which was about an hour away from Miami. So i went to my parent’s house first then drove out here. I felt like meeting family was an important step. I mean, i know he knows my family but it’s different. He and my dad work together. He knew my parents before i ever met him. But for me to meet his mother and his sisters.. i knew it was a big step. Especially since we’re not even official. But i was happy to be with him because the few hours that we were away from each other, i missed him like crazy.
When i got there, His mother, older sisters, and his niece and nephew were already sitting outside on the patio with the food ready and a plate for me. (Celeste-sister-White Top: Chanel-sister- Black Top: Conner-Nephew son of Celeste: Chandler-Niece Daughter of Celeste: Edna- Mother-Green Dress). I was greeted by his entire family with friendly smiles and a big hug from his mother.
I sat down and immediately, his middle sister Chanel begin telling stories about Cameron. Chanel was a lot of fun, a life of the party type of person. She was a few years older than Cam but she had such a young personality. His oldest sister Celeste on the other hand, was snobby. Then entire time i sat there i could just feel her judging me. Cam told me his sister wascprotective of him but damn. She hardly cracked a smile in my direction. His mother, was the sweetest. She had such a genuine personality, like Cameron. I could tell where he got it from, and his looks too. With him sitting next to her, he looked like her twin. I enjoyed watching him interact with his family. He and Chanel went back and forth clowning on each other making the whole table light up in laughter.
After a while, the topic of conversation switched from Cameron and Chanel cracking jokes over to me. Ms. Edna asked all the basics, what i did for a living, where did i grow up, how did i meet Cam and for a while i was acing right through the questions looking like the perfect candidate. Even Celeste was starting to ease up with the judgmental glares. It wasn’t until Ms. Edna asked a question that my foot was inserted into my mouth.
“So how long have you and Cammy been dating?” She asked curiously.
and without giving it a second thought or a moment to reflect it just flew out my mouth. “Oh No! We’re not dating, we’re just friends.” Immediately i said it, i knew i fucked up. it was a real life face palm moment.
“Ouch.” Chanel said as the table fell into an awkward silence and stare.
I glanced over at Cam who sat there tensely looking down at his hands. His mother kept her awkward smile as she looked over at Cam too. The brim of his hat covered his eyes. He didn’t look up. I glanced back over to his sisters direction only to find them both staring at me in confusion. Chanel tried to fake smile but Celeste went right back to mean mugging me. The rest of the meal was a little awkward for me. Cam didn’t say another word and i tried not to either. i only spoke when spoken to. I tried to hold Cameron’s hand under the table but he pushed it away. I knew i had some serious making up to do.
After we finished and cleaned up a bit, I knew it was time for me to go home. Cam wasn’t even trying to be near me. When i announced that i was leaving and giving everyone my goodbye hugs, Cam acted like he wasn’t even gonna walk me to my car. His mother gave him a look and he reluctantly followed behind me.
When we got outside to the driveway away from listening ears, i turned to him and tried to fix the damage i had done.
I turned around to pull him closer to me by his waist and said “Baby, i’m so sorry, it just slipped out. I know we haven’t really talked about it in a while but..”
“Save it Kala.” he said cutting me off and pushing me back.
“Come on Cam don’t be like that.”
“Be like what? i’m just keeping things like friends would right? After all that’s all i am right?”
“It slipped out Cam. And we haven’t talked about it. What am i supposed to say to your mother? ‘Oh we’ve just been fuckin for about four months now?’ huh? I can’t say that.” I said as my tone became more serious.
“So you’re telling me after all this time, all you see me as is someone your just fucking?”
“Yeah…. Well… no.. but.”
“Wooooow” he said stepping back. “What the fuck are you even doing here then? Why the fuck did you tell me all that shit the other night. Why have you been staying with me, sleeping over at my place and leaving your shit all over my house? I mean i know you have commitment issues but God damn.. you can’t even admit to yourself what this is. You know we’re more than just fuckin. but if that’s what you believe then go. i don’t wanna do this shit anymore. I tried to give you your time and be patient with you hoping you might change your mind once you see what type of guy i am. but apparently not.”
“So you’re honestly mad because i called you my friend to your mom?”
“I was. But now i’m honestly mad because you really believe that’s all we are.” He said turning his back and walking toward the gate to the backyard.
“Cameron. Where are you going?… Cameron??” I yelled softly as he walked into the backyard and slammed the gate. A tear slipped down my cheek as i unlocked my car and got in.
When people would mention the state of depression you could fall into after a breakup, I had never really understood what they meant. Not entirely. I didn’t understand the waves of sadness and melancholy that would hit at the most random times, the lack of appetite and energy, not even wanting to get out of bed or get dressed. I didn’t understand not wanting to see a single person or step foot outside into the fresh air. I didn’t understand how a person could let themselves get that involved; get that immersed in the feelings rupturing inside them that they literally couldn’t care about anything, especially themselves, anymore. Putting their bodies and minds at the hands of such sorrow and pity that nothing else in the entire world mattered except sleeping the day away to let their thoughts finally be void of whoever and whatever was causing such distress.
I didn’t understand any of that until it happened to me.
I stand before the golden doors of the ballroom. My palms sweat as my knees shake beneath my gown. I exhale loudly through my mouth and run my palms over the crimson fabric that hugged my body, I let the doors open before me.
I walk up slowly to a descending staircase and find all eyes on me. Cheeks red, I hold up my dress and quickly descend to the dance floor. A tall male with mischievously blue eyes walks up to me but another figure dressed in elegant black and green cuts him off. Calev grins at me looking like he just saved me from something life threatening. Which he probably did but I won’t give him the satisfaction. I raise my eyebrow at him as he holds his hand out to me.
“May I have this dance?” I swallow and accept his hand. Anya had told me to just try, there was no harm in trying. And as we walk up to the dance floor, fear still curls in the pit of my stomach. He took hold of my waist and as we slowly dance I look over his shoulder, trying not to look at his face.
“Little bat, why will you not look at me?” I could feel his breath on my face and feel his eyes on me.
“Its just very overwhelming,” I say.
“My eyes might hold a reprieve.” he says. I turn to face him. A wry smile was forming his lips and as our eyes meet, I feel a familiar heat fill me at the tension between us. Taking my hand off his shoulder, I run my thumb over his bottom lip.
He seems to stop breathing at the movement.
“I remember when you did that while we rode in to Terrasen the first time.”
“Yes I remember.” I whisper. I settle my hand on the side of his neck. Forefinger trailing along the tattoos on his neck.
“You are so beautiful, Seren.” I look at him with wide eyes.
"You called me Seren.”
“That is your name is it not?”
“Yes but…” I trail off as he pulls me tight to him. Something intense ignites between us and my mouth goes dry. “Calev…”
“Calev! You need to come say hi to Dorian!”
I let out a breath and Calev grumbles something before leaning in and brushes his lips against my ear as he say,
“I’ll be right back.” Letting go of my waist, he walks away to where that voice came from.
It takes a moment for me to catch my breath as I place my hand on my abdomen. By the cauldron, this dress is tight. Walking to the food table, I shove a sandwich in my mouth. I was never one for decorum. The evening was grating on me. It would have been fun if I had known one single person here. At least someone I know well.
I saw males glancing my way but I always gave them the cold shoulder so no one was ever brave enough to come near and it came to my attention that Calev wasn’t coming back anytime soon. The music is loud and the dancers spin around me. The motions make my head ache and I slip out of the ballroom.
I take off the heels Lysandra forced on my feet and discard them on a table. My bare feet were silent on the granite floor as I trail away from the loud crashing of the music. The music here was harsh and fast unlike the slow beautiful rhythms of Velaris.
Oh Velaris, my heart ached at the thought of my home as I walked to the balcony that overlooked the gardens. I ran my hands over the railing as I think about Velaris and leaning over the balcony, I rest my head on my arms as the light dances over the flowers in the gardens. The soft bubble of water in the fountain below is the only thing that brings me back to Velaris. I look up at the stars wondering if anyone was still out there waiting for me, or if the time was different and they were all gone. No one to wonder where I was, no one to save me. A soft whimper falls from my lips as a light rush of wind blows through my hair.
“Seren,” a soft voice comes from behind me and I turn to see Calev sauntering towards me. Neither of us say a word as he comes close enough to touch. Then he reaches up and wipes a tear from my cheek. “I wish I could do more for you. I wish I could carry you back to Velaris, back to your family.” He steps a little closer, his hand now cradling my cheek. Despite myself, I lean into his touch. Covering his hand with my own, I look up at him. His beauty was prominent during the day but radiant in the night. As if he was meant to be beneath the stars, much like Velaris. Something panged in me as I realize that maybe the fountain wasn’t the only thing that was like home.
That’s when his lips pressed against mine. My eyes go wide and I pull back.
“I am sorry, I…” he is cut off as I kiss him back. My arms wrapping around his neck and his around my waist. His tongue runs along my lower lip and my lips part for him. I was his and he was mine.
Wait, no. I couldn’t hurt him like this. Not when I leave, it would just be more painful. So I hurriedly back away from him then take off towards my room.
I slam the door closed as my chest heaves. Hot tears roll down my cheeks as hard sobs wrack through my body. Pressing my palms to my eyes, I walk over to the closet and slip off the dress before I don a simple shirt and shorts. I then walk over to my bed and lay on it before crying myself to sleep.
My eyes are crusted from sleep as I sit up only to find darkness filling my room. Groaning and rubbing my eyes, the knocks come again. Blearily, I walk to the door and nudge it open. Light floods my room causing me to blink rapidly and Calev stands before me, leaning against the threshold.
“So what was all that about?” His tone is abrasive.
“All that on the balcony.” he clarifies.
“Calev…” I sigh before smelling a trace of alcohol in the air. “Are you drunk?”
“Me? No…maybe a little.” he says sheepishly.
With a growl, I slam the door shut on his face.
“Please little bat, I am sorry. Please just talk to me.” his voice was muffled.
I lean against the door and slip down to the floor. Head leaning back against the wood, I let out a breath. I cannot go after him.
By the cauldron, I wish my mother was here. She would know what to do. This is my first interaction with a male, shouldn’t I have my mother guiding me? There for me so I can ask questions. I wonder if she would like Calev. She probably would, Calev would fit in well with the males of my family. He was cocky and sweet.
A great mixture for a male, I thought. But I was alone in this. But…maybe I didn’t have to be. There was a male somewhere in this castle that would listen to me. That would comfort me. But when we had to part…I don’t know if I could bear that. Yet I didn’t know if I could bear being alone in my head for much longer.
Eventually, when I believe he has gone, I open the door only to find Calev sitting there. I pause before I crouch down beside him; and he looks at me over his shoulder. I raise my hand and squeezes his shoulder.
“Come in.” I murmur. Standing, I hold out my hand and he takes it with a smile. It takes more strength than it should to help him up.
I close the door behind us then plop down on my bed, drawing my knees up and tucking my wings in close. Calev stands awkwardly in the middle of the room. “Please sit, you’re making me nervous.”
“I’M making you nervous? By the gods, you are always making me nervous,” he says running his hand through his snowy locks.
“Just sit, drama queen.” I say, rolling my eyes. He chuckles before sitting down and I feel the bed sink beneath his weight. “Can you just listen to me? I just need someone to listen.”
“Of course.” Calev says softly.
“I miss my home, as you know. I feel like my mother should be here giving me advice on how to handle a male. My father should be here growling at you. I should not have to suppress myself around you. I want you to meet my family. I want to swim with you off the coast of Velaris. I want to walk through the streets with you. But I cannot because you belong here. We cannot be together because you belong here and I belong there.” I’m quiet as he digests the words.
“Wait…you have feelings for me?” His voice is hesitant, as if he can’t quite believe what I am saying.
“I thought that was obvious.” I giggle.
“Not to me! Here I am preening like a fool for you to notice me but you already have feelings for me.” his eyes wide.
“Is that all you heard from what I said?”
“No…I am sorry. I want to walk through Velaris with you. I want to swim in the ocean with you. By the gods, I even want your father to give me the speech. But…maybe we could be together…”
I shake my head at him.
“No, stop. I do not want any hope.”
“What can I give you?” he ask and there was a suggestive tone to his voice.
“Just stay with me. Just hold me.” I whisper.
Slowly, his arms go around my waist. I press my head into his chest as he presses his lips to my head. Curling into him, he gently pulls me to lay on the bed with him and we fall asleep comfortably in each other’s embrace. The only night where we can have like this.
Though I wish silently to his gods for a thousand more nights with him.
Genre: Angst Characters: Jimin x Reader Words: 938 Behind every song, there is an untold story.
“I-I’m sorry,” I stuttered out as Jimin gave a horrified look while his fingers gently brushed against the area where I had struck him.
The tears flowed out of my eyes like waterfalls. I could not control myself. I did not want him to see me like this. My tears were part of a water balloon that I had always gathered my strength to prevent from popping. However, the strength was no longer present, and the water balloon exploded. I was weak, and I hated myself for it.
I’m a monster.
For a second, I had expected him to embrace and comfort me, but then I reminded myself that he’s not mine anymore. Obviously, he was probably thinking that I was a crazy grown ass woman who just hit him. It was surprising when he just remained in the chair, instead of getting up and leaving my apartment immediately.
“Y/N, stop crying,” Jimin scolded quietly. “I never finished what I was going to tell you. So wipe away your tears and listen to me. Please.”
I stopped sobbing right away, vigorously wiping my face with my palm. Tears still formed, but I resisted from crying any further. Bringing my knees up to my chest and placing my hand across my mouth, I looked at him, with my damp eyes, expecting him to tell me what happened.
He sighed. “Alright, I’m going to start back at the beginning-”
“Wait,” I interrupted, “d-do you, um, need ice for your face?” I sounded so dumb, but the area where I had hit him was beaming with a bright red color, and I didn’t want him to be in pain.
He let out a light laugh. “Sure. I never realized you were that…strong.”
I gave a small smile, before handing him an icepack. I was relieved that the hot tension was starting to cool down between us. I returned to my previous position and listened.
“So…I had an affair with this girl. And she’s pregnant and I’m the father.”
An affair behind my back. Oh god. And a pregnancy. I forced myself to process this through my brain.
“So maybe, you’re wondering how long I have been with her,” he paused and I nodded. “We have been together approximately less than a year, now. I met her in university in Busan. She was an intelligent student and was in one of my classes.“
Jimin looked past me, and stared out the window in the Seoul snow. “She was beautiful visually and through her personality as well. She was a nice girl, who helped me when I was struggling. Eventually, one day, she invited me over for dinner in her apartment. Of course, I could not refuse because she was just so sweet to me. She confessed that she had feelings for me.”
Jimin directed his attention back at me. “Before I responded, she told me that she knew I was in a relationship with you. But she told me that long distance relationships never worked out in the end. She convinced me that I should stop dating you because I would only be in pain in the future, since we were susceptible to drift apart and break up. That evening, she even showed me the couple bracelets she bought for the two of us. I couldn’t say no. I believed her and she had spent money on the bracelets, so it was hard to just turn her down.”
He looked down. “I didn’t want to hurt you either. So that’s why I never told you that I was in a relationship with another person.”
I nodded carefully, trying to understand his situation.
“Anyways, after an exam, we went out to drink. We returned to her apartment and it just….happened. I felt horrible afterwords because I had betrayed you. I stayed away from her after that night. At this time, I was preparing to fly down here to visit you. But she found out and became really angry.”
It must be hard for him to have two women he likes angry at him.
“She told me that visiting you would be worthless. But you seemed so excited that I didn’t listen to her. So I flew out to Seoul and told you that I would meet you in the cafe that evening. Before I left my hotel, guess who appeared in front of my door?”
Wait…did she really just…
“Yup, she showed up. She followed me all the way to Seoul. And I never even noticed her. She was wearing an expensive dress with a smile on her face. She pulled me outside and told me she had exciting news. I told her I was running late and that you were waiting for me. She did not listen and informed me that she had found out that she was pregnant. I was confused and anxious. I told her that it was too quick for me, but she refused to let me go. It began to rain, so she told me to walk her back to her sister’s home, since I had an umbrella. Apparently, she didn’t understand that I was uncomfortable with the news and continued jabbering on about the baby and our future together. Before going back into the house, she told me to kiss her…and I did…because I was scared to hurt her.“
It was quiet for a second. Now, I understood what happened.
“Anyways,” he finally said, “that’s the story.”
“So,” I began, “how do you know that…she’s really pregnant…and not faking it?”
He looked straight into my eyes and took a deep breath. “That’s the problem. I don’t know…”
Finn and I sit quietly beside one another. I’m avoiding looking at the walls surrounding us. Blood is spattered along the majority of the surfaces in the room, spiraling up toward the vaulted ceiling. This house is the nicest we’ve come across thus far. Somehow, the electricity and water are still functional. I’m almost unable to remember the last time I was able to even watch television. Finn’s fingers thread through mine softly, and I feel them twitch occasionally when a particularly gruesome photo or video clip is displayed on the screen. He has never been one to calmly sit through gore, which is why we wandered around slower than most.
“Who’s this?” a tall man with a large, tan trench coat asks. He meets my eyes with his blue orbs with small interest. He holds out his hand like a businessman coming in for an interview. “I’m Castiel.”
I scoff as I look back at Dean. “Like the angel?”
I fall to my knees, staring down at my dead friend.
His angel wings spread out with the moonlight shining brightly against them.
Oh, my heart rips at the horrific sight.
“C-Cas?” I choke, but nothing flickers—no breathing, no flinching fingers or blinking eyes.
Just a dead man laying on gravel.
I hold out my hand and shake his. “Nice to meet you.”
His face rings with recognition as he looks at my eyes and hair. He glances towards Sam and Dean. “This is the girl?”
“Yup,” smiles Sam. “She’s going to be here for a couple months. Waiting for her mom to call.” He motions a ringing phone with his index finger and thumb.
“Well,” he says and smirks down at me. “Get comfy.”
Sobs escape my trembling lips. My eyes suddenly fill with warm tears, just as I collapse my face into the dirt. “He’s..gone,” I say to no one in particular; Sam’s run off with Dean in the Impala, chasing after Lucifer’s son, leaving me with Cas. “No, no, no! You can’t be dead! You can’t!”
Punch the ground. “You can’t!”
I grab his face and hold him over my shoulder. “You can’t!—”
“—be serious,” I laugh. Castiel wanders down the hall to meet up next to me, looking as clueless as ever.
“Oh,” Dean stifles a snort, “I am. And you will do as I say.”
I fold my arms across my chest. “Or what?”
“Or I’ll toss you out this very bunker.”
Castiel budges in on the conversation, holding his hands in his pockets. Pulling out his truck keys, he glances towards me. “Ready to go?”
I reach into the left pocket and find the key. Shuffling off, I rip open the driver’s door and shove it into the ignition.
“Damn you, Lucifer,” I mumble as the tires come over a bump. It pulls me to the front, making me even angrier than before. “Damn you, you son of a bitch!”
“Where did they want us to look?” I ask, looking back at the resting truck.
“Down this way,” he answers. He holds my arm in order to keep me close. Bringing me closer to a Gas’n’Sip. “Come on, we’re almost there.”
Almost there. The bunker’s around the corner. Just pull in and shut off the truck.
I pop open the lock, happy with myself. But the sight in front of me makes me rethink everything I just said. “Well, lookie there!”
“What?” Castiel is standing stiffly next to me, glaring at the sight of four demons on the ground.
Cas is still on the ground.
Back at the house.
Probably with Sam or Dean.
Hopefully, with Sam and Dean.
“Looks like there was a struggle,” Cas mutters as he circles around a male demon with burns over his wrists.
“Thank you, Captain Obvious.”
He was always obvious.
Ripping my jacket off my shoulders, I begin rummaging through my suitcases and try to find every picture I can of what is left of Cas.
“Hello?” Castiel asks. “Anybody here?”
We become silent once the loud echo of a scream bursts through a door. We share a look, then rush to the sound of despair.
I grab hold of the handle and shake it violently. “It won’t open! Castiel!”
He pushes me out of the way. “Let me try..”
Without another movement, the door comes open, leaving me the sight of my dead parents. Their bodies lying limp on top of trails of blood.
Cas didn’t have blood. His eyes just…glowed.
Then, he was gone.
Without another word, the memory suddenly jolts a rush of anger down my spine. Looking up at the nearest wall, I punch it. Leaving it with a darkened hole smack-dab in the middle of a Beatles poster.
The next morning, Castiel walks into my room with a subtle knock on the doorframe. I give him the smallest of smiles, but he chooses to ignore it and sit on the side of my bed.
“Listen—” he starts.
“No, Castiel. I’ll apologize when I’m ready.”
“That's…not why I came.”
Over the side of my hip, a rolled-up tube falls down. A pair of rubber bands hold it together, but with me being the impatient person I am, I rip it open.
Unrolling my favorite band.
Sam asks from the door, “You hungry?”
I shake my head softly, staring blankly at the wall across from me. It’s an interesting shade of tan.
Like Cas’s trench coat.
I bring my hands to my face, letting the tears fall down my cheeks and ugly sobs muffle through my palms.
“I’ll just…leave this here.”
I jump out of bed and race over to Sam. “Where were you? You could’ve helped when he needed you! But you just stood there! And then you were gone to God knows where! Tell me!”
Sam and Dean aren’t there when we arrive back at the bunker. So, I throw my stuff on a table, not caring it spills Dean’s open beer. Running up the stairs and into my room, I slam the door shut and begin wailing like a child.
“We had a problem!” Sam exclaims over my own.
“Where were you?” I hear Castiel yell hours later.
Dean’s voice booms over his. “Out on a hunting trip!”
“Good for you, Dean! But she’s just found her dead parents and you weren’t around when she needed you!”
Later, Sam peeks in with a solemn stare. “You need to eat.”
“No.” My answer is final.
“Please. You need to—”
I send him the deadliest of glares and sneers. “I said NO.”
Another voice comes running into the room. “That’s it,” he says. Dean. A pair of hands grab my shoulders and shove me off the bed.
He gets down to my level, nose flaring and eyes green with rage. “We get it. You’re suffering. But we’re suffering, too. We lost our best friend, too. So—”
Kick in the back. “You can shut your cakehole.”
“Why can’t I choose the music?” Castiel asks from the front while I sit in the back.
Dean laughs. “As I tell my brother, driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole!”
I rest my head on the window, looking out at the passing trees. “Except when I’m in the car. Right, Dean?”
“Pfft. Yeah, right.”
“Yeah, whatever,” I groan, pulling myself from the ground.
“C’mon. Cheeseburgers,” he says with a small grin.
Slowly, I follow the Winchesters out of my room and up the stairs. But before Sam walks through, he looks back at me and shows me a large piece of fabric.
“Cas would want you to have it.”
So, I slip it on and feel the tear of wear the angel blade pierced him. In a way, it feels as if he’s here with us.
“Call me Cas. It’s a nickname,” he says so simply.
For the next few minutes, it’s nothing but silence. Slowly, he sighs and checks his watch. “It’s almost three. You should get up.”
“I will. Just, let me rest my eyes a while longer.”
“Yes.” He gets off the covers, letting me pull them to my chin, and he slips through the door once again.
“Oh, and..Cas?” I ask with one last glance at him.
He peeks over the frame with slight concern. “Yes?”
I smirk. “Like the trench coat.”
And he leaves, probably to come back later, when I’m actually ready for the day.
Fandom: Teen Wolf Pairing: Reader!Banshee x Scott McCall Words: 1,458 Warnings: family loss :( because i’d be super sad if my family was lost/gone. and sadness (because it’s a little sad to wake up one day and have no family) Request:yes or no A/N: so i’ve been in a very Scott McCall mood lately and I made this one. it’s a little bit based on season 6 with the Ghost Riders and all. So let me know what you think :) I hope you all enjoy! idk about a part 2 we shall see because I still have quite a few part 2′s to get out right now.
Imagine the unsub spreading a deadly virus into a park and you get, then Spencer gets really scared and at the last minute, the CDC finds a cure.
Trigger Warning: Deadly viruses(?)
It was a beautiful afternoon today, so I decided to go the to park on my last day off. I sat down on a wooden bench and took a deep breath of fresh air. The trees were a beautiful green and a warm summer breeze flowed through my hair.
“Spencer would like to be here and read.” I thought to myself. Recently, I couldn’t stop thinking about the brown haired boy, but I didn’t mind. Spencer was one of my best friends, even though I sort of wanted to be more. Well, not sort of, I really wanted to be more. But, I didn’t want to push myself on him. He didn’t seem ready. Every time he would ramble or spew out random facts, I had to refrain myself from squealing. He was just so adorable. But what I liked most about him are his brown eyes. They’re so kind and I could stare into them all day.
As I was thinking about the doctor, I noticed the air becoming thinner, it was almost hard to breathe. Starting to get concerned, I left and started heading to my car.
It was the next day and I didn’t feel any better, but I had a job to do. I got dressed and drove to work.
Right when I walked into the bullpen, everyone seemed to be rushing around gloomily. Suddenly Spencer ran up to me.
“Y/N!” he exclaimed. He looked really nervous. His eyes looked me up and down and I started to feel self-conscious.
“Hey Spence,” I muttered still not feeling well.
“Where were you yesterday at approximately three pm?” he asked urgently. What was he on about?
“I was at the park by north street,” I said slowly. I watched as his face turned from nervous to pure terror. “What? What is it?” I asked worried.
“This can’t be happening,” he said under his breath. “Go to Hotch’s office,” he ordered.
“Spencer what’s going-” I tried to say.
“Now, Y/N!” he yelled. I had never seen his this urgent and scared. What the hell is going on around here?
I wandered into Hotch’s office and he also looked at me worried. Spencer burst in behind me.
“She was at the park, sir.” he says quickly.
“So she has the virus?!” Hotch exclaimed. He looked at me again. “Her skin is unusually pale, her eyes are bloodshot… but she isn’t…” his voice suddenly trailed off. “oh no.” he sighed. He was looking at my cheeks. More specifically under my eyes. I felt something warm spilling out of my eyes. Curious, I swiped to finger across my cheek to see the residue. It was blood. Suddenly it started coming out of my nose. I was starting to feel light-headed. I stumbled backward and landed in strong arms. Spencer scooped me up and carried me bridal style out the door to Hotch’s office, out to the main area. He was yelling something about calling an ambulance, but his voice was distorted.
When I opened my eyes I was in a hospital. The bright light was blinding me. After my eyes adjusted, I saw Spencer sitting in a chair next to my bed with his head down on my leg sleeping. I looked around and saw the other members of the team. Emily, JJ, Garcia, Rossi, Hotch, and Morgan. They didn’t notice I was awake yet. I looked back over at Spencer smiling. I ran my hands through his long curls. When he stirred I yanked my hand back and pretended to still be asleep.
“Y/N/N, I know you’re awake. I felt you,” he laughed. This got the attention of my other friends. They rushed over and crushed me with a hug/ I laughed weakly and smiled at them.
“So what happened to me?” I asked. I couldn’t remember anything except feeling really scared as Reid carried me to an ambulance.
“Our new case deals with an unsub who enjoys to poison others,” Emily explained.
“Oh,” I said scowling at the bed sheets. “How did I get it?”
“You were at the park the day the unsub released it into the air,” Spencer added.
“That’s why the air was hard to breathe,” I whisper to myself.
“What?” Rossi asked.
“When I was at the park, I was relaxing and then suddenly the air became thin almost. I was super hard to breathe, so I left. I didn’t see anyone suspicious.” I explained.
“Everyone that was at the park that day is dead,” Hotch says somberly. “Why aren’t you?” Everyone looked at him.
“Way to make her feel better, Hotch,” Emily said rolling her eyes.
Then, suddenly, I started to feel like I couldn’t breathe again. I started shaking and coughing. As I was coughing, blood spewed all over the white hospital gown.
As soon as she started coughing up blood, I knew why she wasn’t dead yet. The virus hadn’t finished killing her.
“Get a doctor, now!” I yelled to JJ. She nodded her head quickly and ran out the door.
It seemed she was choking on her blood internally, so I turned her over on her side so she was facing me. I grabbed her hand and she squeezed it so hard, I swear she could have broken it. She stifled a scream.
“Shhh, it’s going to be okay,” I said more for my sake than hers. I needed to tell myself she was going to be okay. I needed her to be okay. She makes my life worth living, she makes an effort to make me feel normal, even though I know I am nowhere near normal. I feel safe with her, I love her.
“Spencer it… it burns. “ she groaned throwing her head back in pain.
“It will be okay,” I said again. Y/N leaned over the bed and threw up vials of blood. She let out a scream that made your blood run cold.
The doctor finally rushed in and wheeled Y/N into surgery. I turned around and let out a frustrated sob. I pushed the palms of my hands on my eyes. I sighed and looked around. All the girls were crying and the boys were trying not to.
Then we heard it. A scream worse than the last. It had a raw quality, the realness of a person consumed by a pain that knew no end or limit. I raced out the door to see Y/N covered in blood. She was vomiting it all over herself, it was coming out of her nose and eyes. It was the stuff nightmares were made of. The doctors wheeled her into the operating room, but I could still hear the screams through the walls as they worked on her.
I woke up again feeling so much better, lighter even. I sat up and smiled thinking how lucky I was to be alive. As soon as I woke up, I felt a pair of soft lips crash into mine. I melted into the kiss knowing it was Spencer. When we pulled away, he looked at me with sad, yet happy eyes.
“The surgeon said you crashed in the operating room so many times. You almost died.” he sighed.
“Well, I’m here,” I said happily.
“The CDC found a cure. It was so last minute I’m surprised it worked.” he laughed quietly to himself. “The others are in the cafeteria.”
“I think I’m well enough to walk,” I suggest but he shook his head. He went to the other end of the room and brought over a wheelchair. “No,” I said laughing. He gave me the puppy dog look and I gave in.
When he helped me out of the bed, I tripped and our faces became extremely close.
“I’m so happy you’re okay,” Spencer smiled. I couldn’t help but grin.
“Do you actually like me?” I blurted out when he put me in the wheelchair. A blush crept up his face into his cheeks.
“Yes,” he said at last. “I have for a while, and it’s really sad to think that it took you almost dying for me to kiss you.” I squeezed his hand.
“I’ve loved you for a while as well.” I sighed. “I just didn’t think you were ready for a relationship.” He bent down and kissed my forehead.
“Let’s get lunch,” he sighed happily as he wheeled me into an elevator.
When you are hurting, there will always be people who find a way to make it about themselves. If you break your wrist, they’ll complain about a sprained ankle. If you are sad, they’re sadder. If you’re asking for help, they’ll demand more attention.
Here is a fact: I was in a hospital and sobbing into my palms when a woman approached me and asked why I was making so much noise and I managed to stutter that my best friend shot himself in the head and now he was 100% certified dead and she made this little grunt and had the nerve to tell me, “Well now you made me sad.”
When you get angry, there are going to be people who ask you to shut up and sit down, and they’re not going to do it nicely. Theirs are the faces that turn bright red before you have a chance to finish your sentence. They won’t ask you to explain yourself. They’ll be mad that you’re mad and that will be their whole reason alone.
So part three of Lydia’s costume party! Scott’s can be found here, and Jackson’s can be found here. More coming soon!! It’s at the same costume party! There’s another few parts to this with different people coming up. Hope it’s good!
Hiraeth- (noun) a homesickness for a home that you cannot return to, or that never was.
The definition on dictionary.com or whatever site or book I saw this word in does not do it justice. It’s an ache you feel deep in your bones, tainting every drop of blood bittersweet and haunting your every move. It’s the late night ghosts that shake your windowsills and the cold side of the bed that used to always be warm. It’s the emptiness between your fingers where others used to fit and the way your heart beats in the palm of your hand. It’s every heartache you’ve ever read about, but glass bottles don’t litter your floor- no, it’s all in your eyes.
It’s the feeling of your heart slipping from your fingertips and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.
She deserved better, really. She deserved every cheesy movie kiss in the rain, the prince who’d sweep her off her tiny feet, a guy who would never break her heart- a man that wasn’t me.
I suppose the only hell worse than hiraeth was the one I felt when I looked in her eyes.
I had hurt her- the only girl I would ever love.
Her being Ella Martin- the kindhearted, compassionate, unapologetically brilliant, and dependable twin sister of Lydia Martin, who had practically forced me to attend this god forsaken party in the hopes of winning back Ella’s affections.
I had only reluctantly agreed, not exactly fond of the idea of moping about a crowded party when I preferred to do my moping in peace. Unfortunately, the redhead had a rather temperamental disposition quite unlike her sister’s, possessing a fierce way with words and a rather large baseball bat.
You see, Ella and I had been together for the better part of two years. We had been through everything together- the bite, discovering she was a banshee, a darach, crazy killers, possessions, a nogitsune, berserkers… you name it. She was my everything- my anchor, my best friend, my soul mate, the girl I had planned on waking up to every morning for the rest of my life.
Losing her was like having everything I’ve ever known being ripped away, the loss burning and the fall to the ground leaving me with a sense of vertigo I was sure would never go away.
It was all my fault- of all the ways for it to have ended, it had to have been forgetting our anniversary. How cliché.
The forgetting about it part could probably be considered the least awful part of the whole affair. She had dropped hints all day, ones that I was completely oblivious to- hell, even Stiles figured it out before me. To make matters worse, I had even planned on helping Allison out with some homework instead- talk about absolutely cringeworthy.
No, the worst part of it all was the argument. We had all spent the day at Derek’s, and I hadn’t really understood why Lydia and the other girls had been shooting me death glares the entire time. It had been around 4 in the afternoon when she confronted me, casually asking me for the date.
I had responded with a rather irritated “Saturday” as I had been frustrated with my pre-calc homework, not understanding a damn word of it.
She rolled her eyes, inquiring if it was any important day.
I hadn’t meant to, but I had lost it at that point, yelling a “It’s just a fucking Saturday, for god’s sake Ella!”
I remembered the moment vividly, the tears pooling in her sea green eyes as I softened, reaching out to apologize for my outburst.
She had slapped my hands away, anger coloring her tone. I can still hear her words, ringing in my ears like an awful song stuck on replay.
“Don’t touch me. For your information, it’s Saturday, April 25.”
Thinking back on it, I could’ve slapped myself for the argument that exploded afterwards- the shouting and insults thrown so carelessly. It had been a haphazard mess- a misery better left to trashy teen dramas than our slow and steady relationship. We couldn’t seem to stop though, too caught up in the heat of the moment to care about the damage our words would leave behind.
She finally burst into tears, and the last words I had heard from her had been the source of my nightmares.
I had frozen in shock as she ran away, Lydia chasing after her.
The pack had been pissed at me, but realized that we all made mistakes. Besides, no one had been more pissed at me than me. Lydia was the only reason I was here at this party, claiming that couples fought and that Ella was a wreck without me- only convincing me to come after she announced that she couldn’t get Ella to even look at food.
Ella had a long history of anorexia, something that the pack had kept a vigilant eye on. She had been fine lately, but the break up had made her snap.
Now here I was, vulnerable and desperate.
“She’ll be here in a moment, you might want to make yourself look as if you aren’t contemplating drowning yourself in the toilet.” Kira mumbled, pulling me from my seat at the bar.
“What’s the use? She’s avoided me for weeks now. She’s never going to take me back.” I groaned, pulling at the collar of the itchy prince costume Lydia had picked for me.
“Not if you keep acting like this,”
“You’ll be fine, E. I promise.” Scott told me, the arm around my shoulder giving me a little squeeze.
“But he’s going to be here, and I don’t know what to say- maybe this dress wasn’t such a good idea. I’m just going to head home, okay? Yeah, home is good-”
“Ella, breathe!” Scott cut me off, the hint of a grin on his face. “Everything will be alright.”
I took a deep breathe, feeling a panic attack coming on. He must have sensed it as well, putting both his hands on my shoulders as we came to a stop in front of the lakehouse’s doors, a concerned expression on his face.
“In and out. Remember, count backwards from ten.” I nodded, feeling myself calm down slightly, letting the air out of my mouth in a deep sigh.
“Lets do this.”
He opened the door, revealing the party in full swing. It was an explosion of colors and frills, the crowd and lights pulsing like a heartbeat as the music blared. I smiled slightly at the scene- my sister was known for her wicked parties.
I scanned the crowd, repeatedly telling myself I was searching for Lydia and not the curly haired boy holding my heart in his back pocket.
My eyes met a pair of blue ones, my heart skipping a beat as I tried my best to look away- to no avail.
“I’m going to find Sofia, okay? Have fun.” Scott ducked down to whisper in my ear, leaving me alone.
“Damn him.” I muttered, feeling my heart shatter a little more as Isaac stared back at me, being dragged along through the crowd by Kira.
The duo came to a halt in front of me.
“Ella! Lovely to see you here! Eh, well I must be going then.” Kira stuttered out awkwardly, and I would’ve laughed if I hadn’t been so engrossed in the staring match.
“Ella.” He nodded politely, and I noticed the dark purple bags beneath his eyes. I internally cursed, worried for him even more when I saw the tiredness in his eyes.
“Isaac.” I tried for a tiny grin, instead settling for a half smile. “How are you?” I managed to choke out, feeling the awkwardness of my words and almost cringing at the tone.
His gaze burned into me as I looked down at my tiny glass slippers, wanting nothing more than the world to swallow me whole.
“I think you know the answer to that.” He whispered softly, taking my hand.
“Isaac, lets not do this here-”
“Ella, we need to talk.” I pulled away, not looking at him.
“Maybe I don’t want to talk.”
He sighed frustratedly, and I pulled at the hem of my dress self consciously.
“Please?” He whispered, my heart cracking slightly as I picked up the hint of desperation and overwhelming sense of hurt in his voice. “Five minutes is all I ask.”
I crossed my arms. “Five minutes. I know a place we can be alone.”
Her bare feet hung over the edge of the treehouse, tucked away in a quiet little patch of trees behind the lakehouse.
I took a deep breathe as I sat next to her, leaning my arms on the short wooden railing.
“Cinderella?” I breathed out, not missing the way her lips curled up at the corners slightly.
“Yes?” She kept her gaze on the lake, her platinum hair catching the moonlight.
I sighed, taking a deep breath afterwards before turning back to look at the lake, sidling up closer to her.
“I’m sorry. I know that it’s not nearly enough to make up for these past few weeks, but I am. If it makes you feel any better, I let your sister give me a black eye the other day.” I paused to look at her once more, and saw her fighting to restrain a smile.
“It does a little bit.”
I let out a loud, breathless laugh, throwing my head back as if I was about to howl.
As the silence fell over the two of us once more, I crossed my arms over the railing of the treehouse.
I cleared my throat lightly, gently covering her delicate hand with my own.
“Would you like to hear a story?”
“According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs, and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate beings condemning them to spend their lives in search for their other halves. That’s from Plato’s The Symposium. I found it in the library the other day, and you can laugh at me all you please, but I immediately thought of you. As cheesy as the notion may be, I’ve come to like this explanation of soul mates. It makes it realer, almost, to give it all a backstory. It makes it hurt more to think about.”
I wiped a stray tear from my eye, choking back a faint sob.
“Isaac…” I trailed off, looking down at my open palms. “I don’t know-”
“Ella, can you please just give me one more chance? I know I royally screwed up- trust me, I know- but I just want a chance to prove to you that I’m not the asshole I’ve been acting like. You know me better than anyone, Cinderella.” He paused, wringing his fists gently while tears pooled in his eyes.
“I’ve lost everyone I’ve ever cared about. I can’t lose you too.” He whispered quietly, almost as if he didn’t intend for me to hear.
“Isaac.” I spoke firmly, taking his painfully beautiful face in my hands. “You’re never going to lose me.”
I smiled a little sadly as I looked into his deep blue eyes, the pain and confusion in them hurting me more than any words ever could.
But people were not medicine, and I could not fix the broken boy in front of me any more than he could fix me. We would do what we had always done- build ourselves back up together.
His breath fanned across my face, and I caught the bitter twinge of alcohol.
He had been drinking again.
His fingers ghosted across my ribcage as he rose his hands up to my cheeks, his breathless smile fading as he did so.
“You haven’t been eating lately.” He murmured, his thumbs tracing the outlines of my cheeks.
“You’ve been drinking again.” I replied in a hum, sliding my hands back to entwine my fingers in his curls.
“It seems we have a lot of work to do, darling.” He whispered, leaning in further.
“That we do, Lahey, that we do.”
And with that, his lips met mine in a kiss that we had shared so many times before- but this time, it was different.
This time, it was tainted with the faint edges of sadness- but also the overwhelming taste of new. This was a new beginning- a new chapter.
A better one.
AN- I’M SO BEHIND ON ALL OF MY REQUESTS I HAVEN’T BEEN FEELING SO GREAT LATELY AND HAVEN’T BEEN MOTIVATED AT ALL, SO I APOLOGIZE.
Prompt: Nightmares consume Newt’s sleep after his suicide attempt, making his screams become endless every night, and leaving him awake in his hut. You try your best to be there for your best friend, but he won’t open the window for you. Things change when you rush into his hut, refusing to leave. He was there for you when it difficult for you to cope with this place, and now it was your turn.
My eyes fluttered open and I sat up in my cot. There it was again, Newt’s screams. I buried my face in my hands, sighing. Newt was the one who jumped in the box when I arrived in the Glade, and he comforted me, because I was scared as shuck. I refused to get out of the box for a about thirty minutes. He held me in his arms as I shook uncontrollably in the box. I didn’t really start freaking out until I saw the giant four walls surrounding the grassy field. It was hard for Newt to calm me down, but he did. I sobbed a little between my hands, wetting the palms as I thought back on that day.
***** I woke up to loud clacking, metal against metal ranged my ears, piercing through them to make me cover them. I dropped on the metal as I tried to stand, but it was a bumpy ride up. I had wondered why I was moving up in this metal box, and so fast. I had wondered where I was going, and why. I scooted into a corner, raising my knees to my chest, and covering my ears once more to the ear-splinting sound. I wanted to cry, and I did. My cries, and screaming stopped when the metal elevator came to a halt. I looked up at see a line of light as the double door squeaked to open. I squinted, giving my eyes shade with my hand as I looked up to see boys. “It’s a girl!” One shouted to no one in particular. “Holy shuck! Is she hot?” Another shouted. “I call dibs!” A third boy shouted. They all looked in the box, gazing at me as if I was a lost puppy. All of a sudden, a boy jumped down, his feet making the metal on the bottom cling and shake. I scooted closer against the corner, my back pressed firmly against it. The tall, skinny boy slowly walked towards me. “Get away from me,” I calmly told him. All of the boys from above were making cat calls and shouting perverted comments. “All of you bloody shut up, and get out of here!” The blond boy shouted. No one argued with him as they disappeared from the box. “Name’s Newt, greenie,” he said as he sat by me. “W—where am I?” “Well, you’re in the supply box,” he smirked. “I’ll tell you where you’re at if you get out of it.” “No!” I shouted. “Whoa. Okay, calm down. It’s okay.” “Why can’t I remember anything? Who are you? Who are all those boys?” “Listen, love, we all woke up here just like you. Do you remember your name?” My eyes widen when I had realized that I didn’t even remember my own name. “It’s okay. Your name will come back to you in a day, or two. It’s the only thing they let us keep.” “Who’s they?” “The bastards who put us here.” I couldn’t control it. I began sobbing, and Newt took me in his arms, holding me as I cried in them. He finally got me out of the box. I looked around, shocked and confused. “What is this place?” “This is the Glade, and we call ourselves Gladers.” “What’s out there?” I asked, pointing to a gap between a wall. “Um, here greenie, let’s go to the tree house. I’ll explain everything there.” He held me in his arms as we sat in the tree house for the rest of the day. All of that information was a lot to take in. The maze. Grievers. Runners. Different jobs. Thankfully, I became a gardener with Newt.