stranger do i want to hug you

So here's a thing:

Jeremy Dooley is on the record of saying that fans should not grab at him. He doesn’t like it or find it cute or funny. He has said that if you want a picture or a hug, that’s awesome, and if he has a moment, he will be happy to stop and accommodate you; just don’t grab him!

It’s a simple request, and one he shouldn’t really have to make, because grabbing at someone, pulling on their arm or shoulders is a really rude and aggressive action. Just because Jeremy is famous, this does not change that fact.

Imagine that a stranger grabbed your arm and pulled on it as you were walking past. What would you do? You’d probably freak the fuck out! I certainly would! Don’t touch somebody without their permission, and specifically don’t pull on them.

Do not pull on Jeremy Dooley or any of the other Achievement Hunters.

the year of letting go, of understanding loss. grace. of the word ‘no’ and also being able to say ‘you are not kind’. the year of humanity/humility. when the whole world couldn’t get out of bed. everyone i’ve met this year, says the same thing ‘you are so easy to be around, how do you do that?’. the year i broke open and dug out all the rot with own hands. the year i learnt small talk. and how to smile at strangers. the year i understood that i am my best when i reach out and ask ‘do you want to be my friend?’. the year of sugar, everywhere. softness. sweetness. honey honey. the year of being alone, and learning how much i like it. the year of hugging people i don’t know, because i want to know them. the year i made peace and love, right here.
—  Warsan Shire
Unexpected

“Uhm, Harry?” Draco eyed his roommate suspiciously. He shifted nervously in his desk chair as Harry’s intense green eyes seemed to graze over him. The man had a weird look on his face and Draco did not like it.

“Yes Draco?” Harry replied, stepping out of the doorframe into their shared dorm.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Draco pushed his chair backwards until it collided with his desk. Then, when Harry showed no sign of slowing down he got up and stepped away, so he now almost had his back pressed against the wall behind him. He knew he was acting ridiculous, but so was Harry. If he didn’t know any better the green eyes coming towards him were filled with… with…

Lust was the wrong word, but it was definitely some sort of desire. And curiosity. And determination. And some form of fondness Draco could not place at all.

A combination scary enough to make him do one more step backwards. His heels hit the wall.

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the year of letting go, of understanding loss. grace. of the word ‘no’ and also being able to say ‘you are not kind.’ the year of humanity/humility. when the whole world couldn’t get out of bed. everyone I’ve met this year, says the same thing ‘you are so easy to be around, how do you do that?’. the year I broke open and dug out all the rot with own hands. the year I learnt small talk. and how to smile at strangers. the year I understood that I am my best when I reach out and ask ‘do you want to be my friend?’. the year of sugar, everywhere. softness. sweetness. honey honey. the year of being alone, and learning how much I like it. the year of hugging people I don’t know, because I want to know them. the year I made peace and love, right here.
—  Warsan Shire | on: exiting 2016 and entering 2017

LET THIS BE A REMINDER THAT JUST BECAUSE FRANK DOESN’T SAY ANYTHING DOESN’T MEAN HE’S NOT UNCOMFORTABLE

this is the exact same thing with how he said hugs make him uncomfortable but he doesn’t want to disappoint people so he doesn’t know how to say no.

OCCASIONALLY if frank is in a good mood or someone is very upset/emotional while talking to him he will hug them of his own accord. people have also said that he held their hand to comfort them while talking to them. but don’t use seeing him do this with someone else as an invitation to do it yourself. 

so please, as i have said countless times, don’t ask him for a hug. don’t ask him to hold his hands. and for love of god don’t just grab or touch him without even asking. you are a stranger to him. 

if you’ve done it in the past, there’s no need to get defensive over it, you didn’t know, now you do, and you can go into future interactions with him with this knowledge in mind. it’s all about respect and making sure we’re not doing things that make him want to stop meeting people.

the year of letting go, of understanding loss. grace. of the word ‘no’ and also being able to say ‘you are not kind’. the year of humanity/humility. when the whole world couldn’t get out of bed. everyone i’ve met this year, says the same thing ‘you are so easy to be around, how do you do that?’. the year i broke open and dug out all the rot with own hands. the year i learnt small talk. and how to smile at strangers. the year i understood that i am my best when i reach out and ask ‘do you want to be my friend?’. the year of sugar, everywhere. softness. sweetness. honey honey. the year of being alone, and learning how much i like it. the year of hugging people i don’t know, because i want to know them. the year i made peace and love, right here.
—  Warsan Shire

My dear lgbt+ kids, 

Here’s a hug for everyone who wonders “Do i only identify as lgbt+ because that happened to me?”. 

That can be many different things. A traumatic experience of any kind, abuse of any kind, any other event or circumstances that heavily impacted your life. Or maybe it’s not so much something that happened but rather a diagnosis that makes you wonder if your idenity is really only caused by a mental illness or neurodivergence. 

I’m no stranger to those doubts and worries as i have my “that”, too. I want to share with you what comforts and reassures me: 

Maybe in some alternative universe where that didn’t happen or that isn’t true, some things would be different. We can’t know that. But what we do know is that you don’t live in that universe. So, why does it matter? 

Here and now, you are lgbt+- That’s all that matters. 

With all my love, 

Your Tumblr Mom 

When I Lost You - Part II - Jaehyun x Reader - Fuckboy HighSchool!AU

Part IPart II  - Part III - Part IV - Part V - Part VI

There will probably be a continuation to this series. This chapter is from Jaehyun’s point of view.

Word Count: 2458

Trigger Warnings: Offensive Language

Genre: Fuckboy HighSchool!AU, Angst


Jaeyhyun’s POV

It was that one fateful day in freshman year when the seating plan had been shifted and he ended up sitting next to you.

His heartbeat had almost stopped; he’d been crushing on you for almost two months now, and this couldn’t be happening.

You had glanced up and noticed him standing there shyly, and you smiled, introducing yourself.

Of course I know who you are, he thought to himself as he tried to find the proper words to not make a fool of himself during his own introduction.

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anonymous asked:

Headcannon for Sidon, Teba, Revali and Link having a s/o who lost their memory after taking a blow to their head, how they would help to regain their lost memories and how they react to their s/o gaining their memory back?

S/o loses their memories and how the boys deal with it

 Sidon

  • He is devastated. Just. Devastated.
  • He cannot fathom that you, the love of his life, no longer remember him
  • He does not want to give up and tries to explain who he is
  • But even optimistic as this Prince is, Sidon is hurt when you are apprehensive with his assertive recollections
  • He tries to show you all the special places you two would sneak off together
  • But each time, you shrug your shoulders in response when asked if you remember a thing, he wants to cry
  • He has no choice but to stay strong
  • But as the weeks go by, then months, and nothing has changed, Sidon who tries to show you tidbits of your life together, he is slowly giving up.
  • He is depressed he cannot hold you, to you he is but a stranger. And all he wants to do is hold you in his arms and never let go
  • But one day, when his sorrow overwhelms him he hugs you from behind.
  • He is confused when you lurch forward clutching your head.
  • Tears spill from his eyes when you turn to him, dazed and confused.
  •  “I-I remember you!”
  •  He lets out a sob of happiness, thanking Hylia to the stars and beyond.

 Teba

  • He does not want to believe it. He thinks it’s just a cruel joke
  •  “How can you not remember me? We’ve been together for years, [Name].”
  •  But when he sees you cower in fear, he torn between being crushed and enraged.
  •  He doesn’t know what to do and spends the first few hours mulling over how this happen
  •  He begins to blame himself and cannot hide his pain. “If I was faster. If I was better then-”
  • He tries not to snap, and keep himself in check but when something that used to mean so much to the two of you, holds no meaning at all now, he wants to flee
  •  But he stays by your side no matter how much it tears him up.
  •  He feels hollow when he takes care of you. He glares as the wound on your head
  • Some night he stays up staring at your sleeping form, wondering what he did to deserve this
  • Other nights he reads up on how to help those with amnesia, but he gets discouraged seeing “Most never regain their memories.”
  •  He stares at you blankly as you stare at him, he loves you so much, but not this blank shell of a person that took you over.
  • The desires and passion you once had is not there. And he does not feel comfortable getting to know the new you.
  • But one day when he walks in his home and sees your face buried in his tunic, he’s concerned and confused
  • When your face rises, and tears are gushing he is in a panic.
  • “Oh, Teba!! I am so sorry!”
  • He doesn’t say anything but bring you into a hug and silently cry.

Revali

  • “No. No. No, no, no! [Name], please tell me you remember me? Even just a little?”
  • He will demand any healers, shamans, and what have you to come fix you. But each time they tell him the same thing. “We will have to wait and see.”
  • But he doesn’t want to believe it. “Do not patronize me as if you understand! My [Name] is not here! My [Name] would not forget me!
  • He spends his days working with you, slowly easing you into the routines you used to do, and read stories to you like always.
  • But he can feel himself unraveling, nothing he does works.
  • No clever insult. No puns. No boisterous feats. Nothing that used to get you riled up works.
  • At night he tries not to, but he cries. When he sees your form sleeping at the other end of the house, he just wants to shake you until you can remember.
  • Your mannerism are there, he can tell. Some days your hand wonders to brush his wing, but his heart shrivels when he realized you “made a mistake”.
  • He tells you stories of your adventures together, and there is a bitter-sweetness to his tone.
  • “Heh, but then beast threw you on a cart of coal.” He mumbles under his breath
  • “It wasn’t coal, it was chunks of diamonds.”
  • He is surprised, but so are you.
  • “You- Yeah, you came to my rescue, and I got mad so instead I-”
  • He flings his body on yours and nuzzles his face along yours.

 Link

  • He was there when it happened and he felt like the world around him stopped
  • He remembers when he first picked your body up, a deep gash pouring blood
  • When Link had healed you on the battlefield he was concerned caused you did not wake up
  • He never left your side, even when others would tell him to go rest, but he wouldn’t leave, not until you woke up.
  • When you did, he wasn’t sure what to do with himself, but he hugged you
  • But he was so confused when you shoved him off you, looking at him like he was some savage.
  • “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Stay off!”
  • He tried to reason with you, but you cut him off. “I don’t know anything about you! Get out!”
  • His heart shattered and he plopped on the chair behind him.
  • Although you were hostile, he came everyday. He didn’t say a word, but would lay down some trinkets you used to fond over.
  • He didn’t know how to help you, he knew that eventually, if it ever did, your memory would come back.
  • He would have to be patient.
  • He waited years, and was still by your side.
  • He had gotten used to the new person you were, and your hostile attitude melted away by his caring side.
  • One day when the two of you were out for a stroll you tripped and he caught you. Your arms wrapped around him
  • He could hear you inhale his scent before you engulf him in a hug. “Link, you smell like my Link…”
  • A tear slid down his cheek, he knew his patience would pay off one day.
Sweet Tears Pt. 2

Jungkook x Reader { Cat Hybrid/Dystopian Au! } (a)(f)(eventual smut)

Warnings: Mature themes, Language, Abuse, Violence

Who could have known that taking home a hybrid would change ones whole life? How could y/n have guessed he would affect her so much? All she wants to do is help, but she doesn’t even know if he’ll let her.  

Wordcount: 4k+ 

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**Thank you so~ much for reading! I really hope you enjoy this chapter plus the rest to come. This chapter is definitely longer, and calmer, but it’ll speed up again soon. I hope to make all of my writing long, and entertaining for you. Please send me feedback and your thoughts, I would love to hear from all of you.

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Previously: His screams had stopped, but his hands still firmly clutched the covers. His face was dry of rain but drenched with sweat and tears. You let your head fall lightly on his stomach, head still pounding as a dizzying nausea spread over you. Soft sobs and gasps for air left both of your mouths, chests shaking up and down in unison with every breath.“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” Were the only words you were capable of saying, over and over again, softly without fault. It was like a lullaby to both you and the boy who’s name you hadn’t even had time to ask. He fell asleep to the sound of your voice, while you fell asleep to the rise and fall of his chest, ending the first night of many more to come. 



Waking up was harsh. As you attempted to lift your neck up, it proved to be painful. The muscles were stiff and cramped due to the position it had been in for who knows how long, your hair and clothes sticking to your skin in the most uncomfortable ways. Your legs had fallen asleep from the weight of your body being rested on them. A groan left your lips when at the movements of your ankles and toes. Little prickles stung your skin, encouraging you to reach down and rub the numb area in an attempted to stop the feeling.

Getting up was a struggle as you grabbed onto the bed post, using what strength you had left to pull yourself up. All your muscles were sore, not even the amount of stretching you did able to give you relief. Looking around at your surroundings in the midst of rubbing a knot in your neck, you realized you weren’t in your room, but one of the many guest rooms.

Confusion flooded your mind as you looked around. White and gray curtains draped from the top of a large window directly in front of you, the part down the middle of them revealing a dark and starless night. Tops of buildings and the light of the city filled what you could see. A somewhat mesmerizing sight that threatened to take a hold of you.

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The Doctor’s Crush | Spencer Reid

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Warning(s): None

Requested by anonymous: Hey! :) I saw in your writing list that you write for Criminal Minds so I was wondering if you could one with my bae Reid? Maybe something where they work together and he’s got a major crush on her ‘cause she’s all nice and sweet and always listens to him instead of stopping him like the others do? I leave it up to you. Thank you so much, you’re great!

A/N: Oh my God, first Reid fic ever and I loved it so much. Spencer is the most precious little cinnamon roll and I adore him! Let’s all agree he’s pure perfection, okay? I actually spotted a few more requests for him in my inbox. Can’t wait to work with them! 😍 Lots of love and kisses to all of you.

(Sorry I couldn’t resist the temptation, look at that adorable face! Ugh! 💘)


And here he was yet again, waiting for her outside her apartment building. God, could time go by any slower? He hadn’t seen her in like what; three days?

That’s far too long, much longer than he was used to. Two years it had been since she joined the team and he got to know her. And after knowing her, there was no going back.

He could remember the first days of their working together. They hadn’t really exchanged many words, mostly because duty called on them before they got a chance to. But one day she passed by his office and she smiled at him, just a smile, and he came crashing to the ground. Seeing her made his day a million times better, he couldn’t explain what it was but when he was around her he felt like he could breathe.

Then, naturally, came the conversations. Awkward was quite an understatement when it came to describing Spencer while engaging in any kind of social discourse, he could barely have a decent, human conversation with the others.

He would either stutter or endlessly ramble about one thing after the other. Never mind, he still did that. But she was so nice and sweet and she hadn’t once seemed annoyed and disappointed by his odd nature.

And one day -a moment forever engraved on his mind-, she just walked up to him bringing him coffee, or sugar with a hint of coffee as she’d call it, and listened to him ramble about their latest case. Yeah, that was when he knew his heart belonged to (Y/N Y/L/N) the sweetest and kindest person on earth.

Of course, he dared not to make a move on her. What was he thinking, falling in love with her? He was nowhere on her radar. She deserved so much better than he could ever offer.

He had no plans to tell her how he felt, why would he, there was no reason for her to reciprocate them. Besides, he would hate himself if their relationship was ruined. They had grown to be best friends, spending almost every day together.

And now he was waiting outside her door, anxiously anticipating the moment that he would get to see his lovely (y/n) again and cherish her gorgeous smile as while he keeps on going on about a million random things that cross his mind. That’s why he always looked forward to their rides with the bus together. There, he could finally get her all to himself.

The building door opened and he saw a young woman walking out the door with (y/n) joining her outside. They seemed to exchange a couple words before hugging once and then the girl walked away with a tiny smile on her face. (Y/N) spotted Spencer immediately and hurried down the steps to meet him.

“Who was that?” Spencer asked curiously.

“I don’t know. She was having a horrible day though,” she whispered with a small frown disturbing her features. Like talking to a stranger and hugging them is the most normal thing to do. All he could do was smirk at her adorable quirks.

“So you just took the time to listen to a stranger having a bad day and she got a hug from you?” he emphasized on the hug part. The concept of being so affectionate with a complete stranger sent shivers down his spine.

How odd. Before meeting her, he used to have a hard time to even shake hands with anyone but now there was nothing he wouldn’t do to earn a hug from her.

“Why not? I’ve seen her before, I think. She must live here too. Want a cookie?” she turned and flashed him a dazzling smile.

"Sure. Did you know that chocolate chip cookies were invented by the American chef Ruth Graves Wakefield in 1938? She invented the recipe during the period when she owned the Toll House Inn - which at the time as a popular restaurant that featured home cooking…”

The Traveler’s Test

Summary: Dan for some reason agreed to go on Phil’s deadly mission, and they now find themselves trying to prove their love to a stranger who wants to kill them. It might be a bit easier if they didn’t already hate each other.

Word Count: 1.5k

this exists bc an anon asked for another kind of fic where they hate each other but are forced to kiss

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Highway (Part 7)

Originally posted by misunderstood-adventures

Summary: There’s a charming man that enters the diner like he owns the place, like he owns the town. And when he’s calling you babydoll, with a devilish smirk on his face and a twinkle of silver in his baby blues, you know you won’t be able to stop yourself from falling for the infamous Bucky Barnes.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Wordcount: 2,923

A/N: lol poor bucky dude

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The disappearance of Bucky Barnes took more of a toll on you than you’d expected.

You would’ve liked to say that it really didn’t matter all that much because it really shouldn’t have. You knew nothing more than his name and his address and the exact depth of his voice, the exact color of his eyes and brightness of his boyish grins. 

It’s been nearly two weeks without a word from the man that you’d quickly formed a bond with. 

You fancied your pride over desperation, however, so you responded to his radio silence with that of your own. You’d done so with a frown on your face and a yearning in your chest that begged you to search for him. Especially so after his most recent text, one that he’d sent you the night he took you out for a ride; it had been an oddly comforting text message. But then he never responded to your morning text. And then your afternoon text. And then one more after that.

And then you’d surmised that maybe he’d gotten bored with you.

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EXO: Being Late To A Date and When He Arrives He Sees Someone Bothering You

(Fluff, fluff, and more fluff. Teeny tiny mention of what was somewhat violence.)

(I kind of assumed you wanted it to be they were meeting with their significant other *reader* and I hope I was right. Don’t be afraid to correct me (((: )

Xiumin:

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You sat on the swing solemnly, checking your phone for what seemed like the thousandth time in the last hour. Xiumin was supposed to meet you at the park an hour ago, and failed to show or even shoot you a text to tell you he would be running quite late. You had quickly chose to wait, knowing Xiumin wouldn’t just bail. It had gotten pretty dark out and it would be a lie to say you weren’t frustrated with him, completely tempted to blow up his phone until he decided to answer you.

A sigh of exasperation left your lips as you glanced up, seeing a guy in front of you; not the guy you were waiting for, but a guy nonetheless.

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Close As Strangers l Shawn Mendes Imagine.

(a/n): thanks to the anon who requested this, though I apologize because it’s not very good but I really wanted to post something. anyway, I hope you enjoy it!

prompt: so tell me are we wasting time, talking on a broken line? (based on the song “Close As Strangers” by 5 Seconds of Summer.)

Originally posted by pickeringgod

Touring was hard.

It was hard because after some time, everything became so repetitive; the same songs, same stage, same routine.

There were days Shawn didn’t even know in which city he was in, he had to be remembered minutes before heading to the stage so he wouldn’t screw up and say the name of a different city.

it was hard but he knew he wouldn’t have it any other way.

On the other hand, touring was hard for you, his girlfriend, who struggled every day with compensating your daily life with your boyfriend gone.

The first days he was on tour were hard, yet not the hardest. You could still smell his perfume on your sheets, he could still feel your velvet skin against his hand. The phone calls didn’t sound forced, it was quite the opposite, actually, and you laughed at silly things that didn’t carry much importance.

But now it was six weeks since he’d been away, and the both of you could tell everything had changed.

You didn’t notice when his smell didn’t linger on your sheets anymore until it just wasn’t there.

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Flower Boy

Summary: (prompt from phanfic) Pastel! Dan is sitting in a park alone after getting broken up with picking the petals off flowers. He doesn’t realize there’s a protest being led by Phil to help protect plants and trees from being torn down and such so without realizing Dan was crying Phil yells at Dan for killing those flowers.

Word Count: 1.4k

TW: none

Genre: fluff

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I do not want to miss you.
I miss your eyes, your intelligence, your hugs and the nature of your smile. I miss saying your name without whispering it into my dreams and I miss seeing you without tearing at the seams. I can’t shake this feeling like maybe, just maybe, we could go back to where we left off. Because we are like strangers now, pretending like we’ve forgotten. Maybe you have. I never will. How do you tell a stranger you remember the shade of their eyes and the cadence of their handwriting, that their name still sounds like a song to you and that their mind is a galaxy to be explored? I’ve been telling myself you’ve changed so much but I’ve always know the truth.The person I miss still exists. I do not want to miss you, but oh, does it burn. Give me hope that we can try again. I want to try again.
—  A.P. (4.19.16) you still had my number
A New Life

Part One

Summary: Your family is killed while you are out celebrating Fall Break with some friends from college. You’re about to take your own life when the Winchester boys come rolling in. They turn your world completely inside out, but along the way you discover a new purpose in hunting and a love you never even dreamed could exist.

Words: 1,978

Warnings: angst; talk of death and attempting suicide

A/N: I’ve never really written anything before, so please be nice if it’s terrible and ridiculous. It was kind of just a therapeutic thing for me to write. I was having a bad day and it made me feel better to think of Dean and Sam coming to the rescue. :) Feedback and reblogging or whatever is welcome! I’m new to Tumblr, so I’m still figuring out what to do.

(P.S. I’m a Dean girl through and through, so eventually this will be a Dean x Reader.)

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You look out over the river and watch the current as you try to calm your anxious mind. The scenery really was beautiful. It was a cloudy autumn day, and you could see over the treetops that a storm was heading your way. You close your eyes, take a deep breath, and inhale the fresh autumn air. Being here was almost peaceful and, had you been in a better place, you might have enjoyed the moment. You shake your head as unwelcome memories start creeping into your mind.

You hear tires screeching behind you, but you still don’t open your eyes. You try to ignore the opening of car doors behind you as you try to fix your focus back on the sound of the rushing water below.

“Hey!”

“Excuse me!”

You hear two male voices calling out to you at the same time. You take another deep breath, and try to ignore them before you lose your nerve.

“What the hell are you doing? Get down from there before you fall!” One of the voices said. You could hear them running up behind you, but you didn’t care. You stayed planted where you were on the edge of the bridge.

“Dean, cool it. That’s not going to help.” The other voice said. He turned his attention back to you and spoke softly. “Hey. I’m Sam, and this is my brother, Dean. We just want to talk to you for a sec… Can you tell us your name?”

You take another breath, and slowly open your eyes. You look out at the trees, taking in all the warm colors of the leaves. You glance at the water below. It feels a lot higher up than when you first got here, and you can feel yourself slowly unraveling and losing your nerve.

“Hey.” You hear Sam’s soft voice again.

You glance behind you and notice the one that said his name was Sam is a few feet behind you to the left. He’s holding his hands up, and his face is wary as he tries to reassure you that he’s not a threat to you. You turn and look over your right shoulder to see his brother, Dean, also a few feet away. His jaw is locked, and he’s staring intently at you. His body is tensed, and you get the sense that if you made a move to jump, he would be ready to close the gap between you and try to intervene.

“Can you tell us your name?” Sam repeats again. You take another deep breath, looking away from both of them out at the water again, as you hold on to the railing with one hand. “Y/N.” You reply in a whisper. You’re fighting the urge to cry again as tears begin to prick the corners of your eyes.

“Y/N. That’s a nice name.” Sam says in a soothing voice as he takes another cautious step toward you. “I know you don’t know us, but we just want to help. Can you get down and talk to us?”

You let out a long, shaky breath you hadn’t realized that you’d been holding in. You begin trembling as all of the events of the past few weeks come crashing back down on you. The grief and depression you repressed all morning was starting to suffocate you. Your tears betrayed you and started silently rolling down your face. “I…can’t.” You choke out.

Your mind was racing. You didn’t know why, but you wanted to be able to tell them what happened. How you’d lost everything. How you didn’t really want to die, but you just couldn’t stand living anymore. How you wanted them to save you from what you were considering doing. But the words wouldn’t come.

“Y/N. Talk to us. Please… We just want to help.” Sam spoke again. He was trying to sound calm, but you heard the hitch in his voice. You glanced over one shoulder, then the other to see that both boys had gotten closer. They froze, not wanting to push you too far.

You swallowed hard, as the tears continued to roll down your cheeks. “I…” You trailed off. It felt like your heart and lungs were being crushed. Your knees buckled beneath you, and you swayed as your emotions came rushing back to the surface. In the same instant, you felt Dean’s strong arms wrap around your waist and pull you off the railing of the bridge. You went limp in his arms, and crumpled into a heap on the ground. You felt like you were drowning, and you could no longer hold in the sobs that rocked through you.

“Hey, it’s alright… You’re okay, Y/N.” Dean said as he held you in his arms on the ground. You turned and continued to sob into his chest as he gently rocked you back and forth.

“Is there anyone we can call for you?” Sam asked. You shook your head and began crying harder. Sam furrowed his brow, and you could tell he felt bad for asking the wrong question.

The boys sat with you until you started to calm down; Dean cradling you protectively in his arms as Sam held your hand. When the tears slowed, you tried again to speak. “They’re…gone.” You whispered. “My family. A few weeks ago…they were my whole world. I have nothing left… I don’t want to live in a world where they don’t exist.”

“Y/N, I’m so sorry…” Sam trailed off. The three of you sat in silence for several more minutes until you found that you could cry no more. The need was still there, but you had cried so much lately that your eyes felt like they’d dried out.

Dean unraveled his arms and sat back so he could look at you. “How’d you get here, sweetheart? There’s not a car remotely close to here. Did someone just leave you out here alone?”

You shook your head. “Last night, everything was just… too much. I decided I didn’t want to fight anymore.” You drew in another long, shaky breath. “I couldn’t fight anymore. I realized how completely alone I was in my motel room and…something in me just broke. My car wouldn’t start, and I couldn’t sit still anymore, so I just started walking.” You bit your lip as you realized you had no idea just how far you’d walked, or where exactly you were.

“So here’s the thing,” Sam said, pausing to choose his next words carefully. “I don’t think you should be alone right now. Could we give you a ride? Maybe we can go back and get your stuff, and you can stay with us for a couple days. You know, just so you don’t have to be alone. We were just passing through town and our…job finished a couple days early. We don’t have anywhere to be right now.”

You tried to reason with yourself that you should be more worried about the consequences of being whisked away by two strangers you just met, but at this point you didn’t care. You felt numb. You were physically and emotionally exhausted, and you figured that anything would be better than continuing to lie here on the side of the road. 

Besides. They had just saved you from what could have been an impulsive and permanent decision. You felt like you owed it to them to try, and something about them made you think you could trust them. You felt safer already with them here. 

You looked up at Sam and nodded once.

Dean scooped you up and carried you to his sleek, black car. As he helped you into the back seat, they asked what motel you were staying at. You answer, but you can feel the exhaustion from today catching up with you. The last thing you remembered hearing was the engine roar to life as you drifted off to sleep.


You woke up later to the low hum of voices. You were disoriented for a moment and unsure of how you got to be on this unfamiliar motel bed. With a sinking feeling, everything came flooding back to you. But before you could dwell on that, the boys noticed you stirring and came to sit on the other bed across from you.

Dean piped up first. “How’re you feeling, kid?”

You sat up, hugged your knees to your chest, and shrugged. “It still doesn’t feel real.”

“Do you want to talk about what happened?” Sam asked. He hurriedly added, “You don’t have to. But we’re here to listen if you wanted to.”

You hesitated, but felt like they were genuinely concerned for you. Again, you had a nagging feeling that these were people you could trust. Even if they were strangers.

 “I was out of town.” You said quietly. “I…found them when I got back. My family.” They waited patiently for you to continue. “It was horrible. I got home late on a Friday night after hanging out with some friends from undergrad… It was the middle of the night because we had closed down the bars. I was going to spend the rest of the weekend with them before Fall Break was over, and… Walking through the door I could just feel something wasn’t right, you know?” You were whispering now, and you started to cry again as you recalled the scene from just a few weeks ago.

“I found my dad first. In the living room. His rifle was a few feet away… I’m sure he had heard whoever it was and tried to protect my mom and little brother. There was just… blood everywhere. Every time I close my eyes, all I can see is that night in my house. I grew up in that house. It was… it was my family. I should have been there, I should have…”

By this point, you were sobbing again. Sam came to sit by you on the bed, and put his arm around you. “Y/N, you couldn’t have known that was going to happen. And if you had been there…you would be gone too.” You knew he was trying to choose his words carefully, but it still knocked the air out of you to hear someone reiterate that your family was gone.

“You know the worst part?” You asked. “They still haven’t caught the person who did it. I mean… they said it had to be some sort of serial killer, but that was the last I heard of it.” Suddenly, your temper flared and you started shouting between sobs. “What kind of sick, cruel bastard would do such a thing?! My family is GONE, all because of some sick Halloween freak that gets off on murdering people!”

“Sick, Halloween freak?” Dean is confused.

“Yeah. It was like something out of a horror movie. Like he’s got some sick cannibal or vampire fetish. Every one of their throats were torn up, like… teeth marks. Can you imagine someone biting… he just…” You couldn’t talk about it anymore. The images that came flooding back made you sick and again you felt the desire to end your life and escape this pain.

Sam opened his mouth, then closed it again. Finally, he said, “Like… it was as if someone bit their throats?”

You nodded. “More like…tore their throat apart rather than a bite…but yeah.”

Through your tears, you saw Sam and Dean share a look. “Y/N… I’m so sorry. I hate to ask you to talk about it anymore, but…”

“But, what?” You sniffed. You didn’t want to talk about it anymore. You wanted to find a way to erase the horrible images etched in your mind.

Dean leaned toward you, resting his elbows on his knees. He glanced at Sam, then back at you. “Y/N… There’s some things you should know about what’s out there in the world.”

vent OS

He tossed himself around in bed, staring at the wall mere inches away from his face. It had been hours since he shut off the lights, and he just finally felt his eyes slide closed. He let himself drift, terrified he wouldn’t have another chance, until his phone buzzed on the floor where it was charging.


Incoming call: LANCE


Keith immediately answered.

“Lance? Hey man, what’s up?”

“Keith? Keeeeeiiiithh! My buddy! Mah Manz!”

Oh yea, Lance was very obviously drunk.

“Lance what the hell dude it’s 3:07 am on a Thursday. Why are you drunk right now?” Keith bit back his concern and replaced it with annoyance, in a desperate attempt to scare Lance away from the public-sounding setting in the background.

“Me? Drunk? On a… Thursday?” Lance feigned some sad attempt at a sigh, “Of course I am, Keith.”

He had already sat up and reached for his shoes before the question fully formed in his mind.

“Do you need me to come get you?”

“Wha? No no it’s… it’s okay, really. I have a means of getting home.”

Lance didn’t sound very sure of himself, so Keith grabbed his keys anyways.

“Right. Where are you?”

-

It wasn’t like Keith hadn’t experienced a drunk Lance, because he definitely has, at full force no less, but this Lance wasn’t the drunk Keith was accustomed to at all. This drunk Lance didn’t flirt senselessly to him, didn’t try sitting in the same seat, didn’t even so much as look Keith’s way. If he hadn’t’ve said thank you when Keith opened the car door, he would’ve been sure that Lance didn’t even register his existence.

Keith pulled into a parking lot after a few long painful minutes of silence.

“What’s up, dude.” Keith flipped the car into park, and turned to face Lance.

“I-It’s just…”

And then the dam broke. Lance was crying, he was holding his head in his hands, he was shaking so violently that Keith was certain he was shaking the car.

“Keith, I… we’ve kissed before, right?” Lance had yet to look Keith in the eye.

He vaguely remembered being dared to when they first met, but never since then.

“It was a dare. You seemed absolutely repulsed by it.” Lance finished before Keith ever answered.

“We were practically strangers then, not to mention I have little to no experience in the field.”

Keith wanted Lance out of this mood, and out of it now. He didn’t have the time or energy to talk Lance through yet another “you have value” speech, especially at such a late hour.

“I could always tutor you. Seems to be the only thing I’m good for anyways.”

“Bullshit. First, Lance you are in no position to try and teach anyone anything, second, you do so many great things, and people take advantage of that. They don’t deserve you. They don’t deserve the boy who gives awesome hugs and loves to cuddle and is always fun to talk to.”

Keith looked at the clock, 3:49 am.

“My only redeeming qualities revolve around my own needs for reassurance and physical attention. Nobody wants to deal with me.”

Lance huffed into the window, and Keith sighed before starting the car.

“You’re much more than wanting reassurance and attention. You’re a really cool guy, and my friend. Don’t beat yourself up over this.”

They drove the rest of the way to Lance’s house in silence, and when Keith pulled in front the driveway, Lance turned before shutting the door.

“I love you, Keith. Thanks man.” Lance gave a casual wave before heading up the sidewalk.

“Love you too dude, get some sleep.” He waved, and drove off.

4:58 am.

He doubted Lance would go to school with a hangover, but Keith figured he’d just have to suffer through another school day without any sleep the night before. Or before that. Or before that.

He cared about Lance, really, he did. Lance was getting to be a handful, and even when Keith pushed himself past his own personal bubble to ensure Lance felt included and loved, Lance wanted more.

More hand holding. More random cuddles that Keith never originally agreed to. More exaggerated hugging in the middle of the high school halls.

Keith didn’t want to make Lance feel as if he’d been leading him on, just as he hoped he wasn’t being lead on. Keith was tired. Keith just wanted to be able to go to sleep for once.

Lance still felt like a bother, like he had worn his friend out. He cares about Keith, but he needs to know that someone gives half a shit about him or his efforts. Lance was alone. He felt abandoned but slowly being rebuilt, and hoped Keith dealt with him long enough to where he could fix himself.

Neither let go of the anxiety balling in their chest settle all day.


the real guessing game: was i keith or lance who knows but holy shit i want death and sleep and courage.