A/N: The first of many. Let me know who else you want to see.
Warnings: cursing & cuteness
You were in the middle of the hottest dream involving your boyfriend, a cabin in the woods and a rainy night. Sure it may have been on it’s way to becoming a pretty classic nightmare, but it didn’t have the chance. Suddenly you heard the tingle of bells. You thought perhaps the cat was going after the tree again when you remembered you didn’t have a cat.
A/N: A gift from being at home sick today. Goes back and forth a few times.
Warnings: Season 4 spoilers and language and a little spooky.
You were at your till like usual. It was 4 or 5. Not a soul was in the store. Your feet aches from standing. Nothing about this was unusual, but when your dirtbag manager speaks you nearly jump out of your skin.
“Space cadet, clean the bathrooms. Standing there you are wasting my time!” He barks. Normally you would roll your eyes and slunk off, just happy to be out of his eye line. He watched you too often, but something told you this wasn’t right.
You tried to wrack your brain for an excuse not to go but only let out an “uh,” before he snapped again.
“Any more incompetent and you would be paying me to let you waste my time!” You flinched at the volume of his voice. It was all in your head after all. Just clean the bathrooms. The task went by easily enough. It had all been in your head. Nothing was wrong. You repeated that. If nothing was wrong, why were you afraid to take out the trash. You stood at the back door of the store looking out into the alley that had faded to night all too quickly. Only a small lamp at the end illuminated the dumpster lid. It flickered lazily like it also had no desire to work here.
“Just gonna throw away the trash,” you murmured. “I always take out the trash. No one else ever wants to. Of course I take out the trash.” These words were like a mantra as you fought all your basic instincts to walk the length of the short alley. Just after the dumpster there was a sharp right turn to the street. You never liked how you couldn’t see around it. Tonight though, your mind screamed at you not to go near it. You just knew there was something there. It was too quiet and the light it was barely holding on. There were only a few more steps before you would be able to lol around the corner. Moving to the far side of the alley to stay as far back as possible, you took one more breath. Then you jumped out at the thing behind the wall.
Only it was nothing. Just another empty alley facing a street. Your adrenaline was pumping and you felt manic. Nothing was there. Nothing was ever there. With shake hands you took up the metal pole to prop open the garbage lid. Then you scooped each bag over the high side, hoping none would rip. You felt like you were going crazy doing the same things day in and day out. Reaching for the pole to lower the lid, a sudden weight came crashing down, sending the bar flying into your chest and you into the wall. Everything went hazy the second your head met brick but you couldn’t unfocus your eyes from the sight in front of you. It was unlike anything you had seen. The creature crouched on all fours with a pointed eyeless face. It looked like exposed muscle. Your brain couldn’t make sense of it until it’s lips, if you could call them that, peeled back opening the head up into a dangerous flower that roared at you.
On some dumb reflex you swung the pole in your hands jabbing at its open head. It jerked back with another roar as it prepared to launch forward. This could be it, you thought, wincing with the pole at the ready. When it launched your body was already against the wall and you seemed to bounce against it under the weight. Its jaws landed around both the pole and your forearm.
“Fuck!” You hissed out at the burning, tearing pain. You didn’t know how you had held it back at all and felt your body give in to the pressure within a second. You were going to die.
Then a scratchy shout came from the other end of the alley. Past the ajar door, your manager was cursing, likely about something you had done that he didn’t think was good enough. The creature snapped its attention toward the sound. Your body gave out the falling limp underneath the beast. It looked back then toward the sound again. You watched distantly in your mind like viewing a movie. The creature took off for the door fast and crouched. The light above the dumpster flared before going out. The only light coming from the open door. You didn’t cry out, or try to stop it. You just watched dully as the monster disappeared into the store. It’s disappearance was immediately followed by shouts and then blood curdling screams. The last words of your manager were desperate pleas for his miserable life. Just when you thought it was over, he called your name.
With a start you shot up from the kitchen table. You had worked another late shift to avoid the nightmares and make money, only to pass out at the kitchen table when you finally got home. There were no other sounds, but when you first woke up pulse racing, you thought you could see the flickering light.
“Just a dream. Just a nightmare. It already happened.” You sigh, running your shaking hands through your hair. It may have only been a horrible memory but it still kept you from sleeping through the night. The rough scar on your arm was on display from your rolled up sleeves. Sometimes it helped to see it was already healed, other times it just made you picture how you may have looked were the roles reversed. Your manager had not only died, but they had to use fingerprints to identify the body. He was destroyed by that creature. While you had never seen anything like it before or since, you couldn’t escape the feeling that it wasn’t truly gone. Like it was always going to come back for you. Realizing the time you forced yourself to try and lay in bed a bit before you had to be at your morning shift.
Max laid out some paper scrutinizing something.
“What?” Lucas asked, trying to see what she was.
“There was another name I thought,” Max answered absently.
“Like another student?” Nancy perked up at the thought someone else was in danger.
“Maybe… but I don’t see it here, it was uh Y/N something.” Max waved her hand trying to remember.
“Y/N Peters?” Steve tried.
“No,” Max answered quickly. “Y/N something,” she repeated, rubbing her head.
“Y/N Y/L/N?” Eddie piped up hesitantly.
“Yes!” Max jumped, slapping her hands on the table and making Eddie jump. “Why do I know that name?”
“They live near us. In the trailer park. They graduated last year.” Eddie offered. Max smiled in recognition before frowning.
“They fed my dog before.”
“Yeah, they’re nice.” Eddie echoed. “Do you think?”
“I’m not sure,” Max stared down at the folder before her. The group spent a quiet moment considering how it could be anyone next. They weren’t even sure Max was safe yet.
“Why don’t we just check?” Robin blurted.
“Yeah, excuse me, are you haunted by traumatic visions from your past?” Steve mocked.
“No she’s right. We have to help them if we can.”
“I’ll go check.” Max went to stand followed by Lucas quickly reaching out for her. He pulled himself back from grabbing her.
“You shouldn’t go alone.” Lucas tried.
“He’s right, I should go.” Eddie joined, standing up.
“Did you forget you’re a wanted criminal?” Dustin replied dryly.
“I had a class with them. They're nice. We can’t just let them get vecna’d.” Eddie looked around for support.
“Okay fine but like shouldn’t like anyone else go,” Steve waved his hand around before pointing at himself.
“No,” Eddie said a little too quickly. He pulled at his hair, feeling their eyes on him.
“I’ll go with him.” Max offered.
“Me too,” Lucas followed up.
“Not without me,” Dustin finished. The four of them looked at each other before looking at their other friends.
“Less dangerous than what we will get up to I'm sure,” Steve gave a shrug.
“Yeah and the police have already left,” Robin added.
“Stick together,” Nancy pointed between them. They all nodded.
Huddled outside the trailer home Y/N shared with their mom, the gang realized this might have been a fool’s errand. The trailer was dark and cold. They didn’t know where else to look for them. Max and Eddie lived only a few houses down but it wasn’t the friendliest community.
“Now what?” Dustin hummed peeking through a window.
“They could be getting vecna’d already,” Max growled in frustration.
“Should I be concerned there’s a fluffy haired murderer on my porch with a bunch of kids?” The voice behind them had them all whip around. You stood facing them with an awkward smile.
“I- we-“ Eddie and Dustin tried to talk at the same time with Eddie raising his hands in surrender.
“Shut up, I know you didn’t kill anyone. Just get inside before I get in trouble.” You shook your head unlocking the door. They all followed in with Eddie fighting a smile and Dustin looking suspiciously between them. “Okay, why is the fluffy haired nerd I had history with here with a bunch of children?”
“It’s Eddie,” he started to which you cracked a smile narrowing your eyes.
“I know your name, fluffy hair. That’s not what I asked.” He smiled widely at this, making you feel heat in your cheeks. You turned to the fridge brushing it off. “Do you guys want a drink? We have water or water? I also have cookies. I made them when I couldn’t sleep.”
“I’ll take some,” Dustin chimed.
“We aren’t here for cookies,” Max snapped. “Y/N why can’t you sleep?”
“Max,” Lucas tried to set a hand on her shoulder but she shook it off.
“No, this is important. Why can’t you sleep?” They held their breath waiting for your response but you didn’t move, bent behind the fridge door. You were too still. Max and Eddie rush forward. He gripped your shoulders pulling you back and she shoved the door closed looking into your face.
“Y/N! Y/N! No, not this time.” He laid you against the floor pleading. Your body went stiff but wasn’t floating.
“What is their favorite song?” Dustin shouted, pulling out the cassettes they had.
“I don’t know!” Eddie shouted back.
“Take a guess,” Max ordered, pushing him away as she looked into your eyes calling your name. He pressed his palms to the side of his head trying to remember.
“Uh there’s this song. You want me or something. It goes uh you working as a waitress in a cocktail bar when I met you…” he started to sing.
“Human league?” Dustin tilted his head.
“We don’t have that!” Lucas kept flipping through the tapes rapidly. Dustin stood up suddenly.
“Keep singing Eddie!” Eddie took a breath before starting again. Dustin ran out of the trailer pulling Lucas along.
“… I picked you out, I shook you up, and turned you around…” he sang on while hovering anxiously by you with Max still calling for you. He wasn’t even sure this was your favorite song but he couldn’t stop now. Dustin and Lucas came back holding Eddie’s guitar and amp. They scrambled to plug it in. Then handed it to Eddie waving their hands to keep going. “Don’t you want me baby!? Don’t you want me ooooohh…” They all started singing, including Max.
You were just in your kitchen with Eddie the eccentric nerd with the cute hair and a bunch of kids. You were bent over to reach for the water but now the fridge wasn’t there and the trailer wasn’t there. They weren’t there with you. Turning slowly all you saw was red wasteland. That terror and weakness you felt with the monster pinning your arm instantly weighed on you. Your hands quaked. You knew you had never been here but it felt familiar.
It felt like the nightmares you had been having. “Going to let someone else take the fall for you again?” A deep voice came from all around.
“What?” There was a quake in your voice that reflected the way your insides turned.
“You just laid there. Useless as a man lost his life. You had left the door open. You didn’t even warn him.”
“I-“
“You are happy he’s dead, aren’t you?” The voice let out a sick sounding laugh. You started to feel your knees give. It felt just like when the monster had pressed down on you. Phantom pains set your arm ablaze and you clutched it close.
“I didn’t mean to!” You shouted back at the prescience. “I was scared. I was hurt.”
“You hated him!”
“I-“ your argument was cut short by a sound. It wasn’t the prescience. It was a familiar voice. It was Eddie. You searched the barren area seeing a tear in the reality. Or that tear was reality. You were on the floor with the redhead girl gripping your shoulders. Eddie was playing his guitar and singing. Was he crying? The other two boys seemed to be singing too like their life depended on it. “Eddie!” You started to step toward the kitchen before you when a hand gripped your scarred arm. You hissed in pain turning wildly back to a humanoid monster. He was red and vine-like and his touch burned against your scar.
“It’s too late to speak up now.” The beast’s voice was angry for the first time. You didn’t feel weak anymore though. You knew he wasn’t that beast in the alley pressing on you. It had to be in your head. You had to get out. With a swift stomp what you thought was his foot and a yank, you freed your arm. Sprinting for the exit you chased those words.
“You better change it back or we will both be sorry!” With a choking gasp you sat up. Abruptly all the music stopped and Eddie was scooping you up from the floor. His guitar dug into your chest as he hugged you. You pushed away to take a good look at him and all of them.
“What was that!?” They all hesitated. You took a handful of Eddie’s shirt, shaking him. “How did you save me from a nightmare!? Did you see him!?” Eddie gaped. You let him go remembering your arm and lifted your sleeve to reveal the wrap around scar.
“Woah did Vecna do that?” Dustin gasped at the gnarled flesh. Self consciously you covered it again.
“No, that’s old. It’s just when he touched it. It felt like it was happening again.” You spoke to the floor.
“What happened?” Max spoke softly. You looked around. You didn’t know any of them very well but given what they just did, you thought maybe they would believe you. Before saying anything else you turned back to the fridge and grabbed the water you had been searching for. You chugged it down gesturing for them to sit. Mac took a spot at the table and so did Eddie moving the last chair out for you quickly. The other two took the couch just to the side of it. It was a small space.
“I’ll tell you, but then you have to tell me how you knew that was going to happen and how a private concert saved me.” Eddie smiled over his shoulder at the guitar he had set down against the wall. He gave a silly bow. You smiled despite yourself before getting back to the situation at hand. You pulled your arm close as you began. Instinctively rubbing it as if to remind yourself it’s healed. “It happened last year. I was at work. My manager sent me to take out the trash and there was this creature. It- uh was huge and almost looked like exposed muscle. It didn’t have a face.” You scanned their faces unsettled by their lack of surprise.
“How many legs?” Dustin asked.
“I’m sorry, who are you again?” You snapped not even meaning to. He didn’t seem to notice smiling.
“I’m Dustin. This is Lucas,” he pointed to the boy next to him who gave a polite wave. “And Max you live near.”
“Yeah,” you turned to the girl. “Sorry I didn’t know your name. “I wouldn’t have known Eddie’s either if he hadn’t been in my grade. He’s hard to miss.” You joked earning a smirk from Max.
“It’s cool I haven’t been here long and it’s not the friendliest community.”
“Okay so how many legs?” Dustin pressed. You answered by holding up your fingers. “On all 4s we call that a Demi-dog. Good thing because you do not want to fight them full grown.”
“I barely fought it, period. I only got away because it went after someone else.”
“And you blame yourself.” Max finished for you. You frowned at her seeing the reflected pain.
“So tell me why you are here?”
“Vecna,” Dustin began.
“He is preying on people who have experienced trauma.” Max continued.
“He got Chrissy.” Eddie added. You recognized it as the name from the news. He must have seen it happen.
“How? Isn’t he a nightmare?”
“He gets in your head and pulls you into his world. The world where the other creature came from.” Dustin finished explaining. You shivered understanding how true that feeling had been. None of it made sense but you had the scar to prove it didn’t have to.
“We had to play your favorite song to reach you. The brain can still hear it or something.” Lucas chimed in. You snorted a laugh.
“That’s not my favorite song,” you couldn’t stop giggling at this being the first thing to shock them.
“I thought it had to be your favorite song,” Lucas jumped up.
“Maybe it’s just a favorite song?” Dustin wavered.
“That song is not even close. It got stuck in my head when I first heard it and it used to drive me crazy. I would sing it constantly. The lyrics aren’t even nice.” You were still smiling when you noticed Eddie’s shit eating grin. “Do you know something I don’t?”
“Maybe any song I sing is your favorite?” He mused, leaning over the table toward you. There was an audible groan of disgust from Dustin. You just eyed him suspiciously. Was this nerd really flirting with you after you almost died, you pondered.
“You are incorrigible, fluffy. But what if it does have to do with you?” Eddie’s wicked grin softened in surprise. “My favorite song is what I like to call, the necromancer shimmy, it is sung by you and your band.”
“Why didn’t I think of that name?” He whispered, marveling at you.
Max had her face scrunched, “So Eddie has to sing to her to protect her from Vecna? Rough deal, I just have to carry headphones.” She shrugged, getting up from the table and sliding the headphones on. When Dustin and Lucas didn’t move right away she swatted their legs and they followed her out. Eddie stood giving a grand bow and offering his hand.
“Join the accused in our cursed quest to defeat the upside down and I will be your champion, your highness.” With a roll of your eyes, you took his hand and dipped your head graciously. He slipped his guitar on with his free hand. Your face was hot as you linked arms exiting your trailer into the night. You would have to play catch up but at least you felt safe with Eddie. Safer than you had in a long time.
The Year before…
Eddie absently spun his pencil waiting for the sweet release of the bell. His eyes wandered the room seeing the other bored face, with only a few taking notes. He stopped when he spotted Y/N dreamily watching the clock. They were smiling, absolutely enamored with it. It wasn’t the first time he had noticed the way they looked so serene lost in their own dreams. He started staring himself when he forgot he was spinning the pencil and it flew out of his hand.
Y/N snapped out of the trance chasing the pencil as it rolled under the desk. With a tight smile they looked up under their lashes at him holding out the pencil. He hesitated, focused on those eyes.
“Distracted?” They looked like they were holding back a laugh. He sputtered to find his cool.
“I-” He started taking the pencil, but the bell was faster. They let go in surprise before looking back and giving a faux salute. It was the last class of the day and everyone was rushing out including Y/N. He wanted to say more. He always had so much to say until those damn eyes met his own. It was like they were in on a joke he desperately wanted to be a part of. Not in a mean way like most people. The joke wasn’t about what a nerd he was or how freaky he acted. It was more like maybe they are also weird and they were just waiting for him to catch on.
He set his mind to having something witty to say next time. He practiced lines in his head all the way home.
Of course he didn’t actually do it. He made excuses for days hoping the right moment like the pencil thing would come up. He even went as far as to purposely drop his pencil only to have it roll under a jocks desk who promptly stomped it. Y/N didn’t even notice as they had fallen asleep behind the propped up text book. It wasn’t until a few days had passed he saw his moment. They were out in the yard taking out the trash and- he tilted his head at the sound as he got out of his car. They were singing and dancing as they raked the leaves.
“I was working as a waitress in a cocktail bar. That much is true, but even then I knew I’d find a much better place with or without you.” With that they pulled off a twirl and ended up dropping the rake. They burst into laughter and Eddie couldn’t resist clapping for the show. Y/N whipped around looking startled and embarrassed, but gave a shy bow. “You often peep on your neighbors?” They straightened up, crossing their arms.
“Who can resist such a performance?” He managed to speak for once, giving his best bashful smile.
“Pretty much everyone else,” They gestured to the neighborhood around them. It seemed as if they were the only two out.
“Well the music did seem a bit predictable.” He offered tauntingly.
“Should I have tried ‘I was a teenage werewolf’ or maybe ‘pretty vacant’? Everyone loves a little sex pistols.” He once again fell prey to their gaze. How could you be gorgeous and funny and have good music taste, he struggled. “With hair like that I’d guess you like metal, but I’ve heard you playing and I know that’s not all.” He thought he might be blushing at that, but he attempted to recover.
“So you’re a fan?”
“Not sure yet. I have a very discerning taste.” They shrugged.
“Then come listen to us.” He let it out before he could catch himself. They opened their mouth to answer and he quickly elaborated. “I have practice over at one of the guys. You could hang out and judge for yourself.” They looked to their feet with a smile before looking back up and obliterating his heart with a pout..
“I have to get to work.”
“Skip it.”
“I don’t have that luxury.” There was a tightness to the answer and they turned to leave. He knew he couldn’t end it like that.
“Open invitation. I owe you at least half of what you gave me here.” They smiled once more with a nod before disappearing into the house. Eddie felt good about it, but then just before graduation you ended up in the hospital. Some kind of accident. He wanted to visit or say something. He just didn’t know how. He thought about you so often he even thought he saw you at one of his shows in the shadows. You still graduated when he didn’t and that’s when he knew he didn’t have a chance. It was still nice to see you in pacing. On your bike headed to work or sitting in your window with your cat. Eddie wasn’t sure he’d ever deserve someone like you, but he hoped.
Imagine Frank struggling with your anxiety attacks...
A/N: This might be a little rough around the edges but it has to do with how I’ve been feeling about my anxiety. Krystina is a Boxer mix at work who also has anxiety so when I was getting overwhelmed the other day I sat with her. Felt like I had to use her here. Frank Castle would honestly love her.
Bonus disclaimer: Not representative at all of how everyone feels this is just to do with what helps me and how I react. This is an extremely self serving imagine but if it helps someone else too then cool.
Warnings: Anxiety attack, misdirected anger, Frank’s sweet side
A/N: Just a little one from me binge watch last season finally. Lip literally arguing with you to date him.
“I’ve always been there Lip. I’ve always been exactly what you needed when you need it. So of course you think you love me but what about when I get dark. My light doesn’t always shine like a frickin clap on lamp. I’m a person too with my own shit that you’ve never had to deal with.” You paced talking with your hands like you good swipe away his silly proposals.
“You don’t give me the chance.” You whirled stopping dead in your tracks to face Lip as he stood in his greasy shirt and denim jeans like a sexy mechanic from a porno. He made it so hard to fight with him.
11. Realizing that you have written a similar scene before and trying to force yourself to come up with something new and original because you feel like you’re not allowed to repeat yourself.
13. Sitting down to work on a WIP and two hours later being very happy with the moodboard/playlist/aesthetic you have spent all that time creating while not actually doing any writing.
Daydreaming about an idea so much and often that you were sure you had it written down but all your doc screen shows back is your half assed title then the loss of motivation to actualize it.
Summary: You’re home and everything is gonna be great, right? …right? Can your brothers bring you back, convincing you to turn your humanity back on or was the sister they knew lost years ago? One thing’s for sure, Damon is not giving up without a fight.
“Y/N…” Stefan cracked a smile. Damon stood still as a statue watching carefully as his brother moved towards the visage of their sister. “Y/N, it’s me.”
A/N: Another find from deep in my drafts. George O'Malley is the only reason I would ever watch Grey's.
“You asked me for a wedding. You got down on one knee butt naked and you asked me to stand in front of a room of the only people I care about and let them see this love I have for you. It’s not something I pictured myself doing but I’m gonna try."
"I would have waited a thousand years for you, George O’Malley. You were air. I don’t know if I’ll ever breathe again but for you I’ll try. For your mom. Your brothers. For Izzy I’ll try. All I can do is try George. I’m trying.” You crumpled in Meredith’s arms as she tried to help you from the stage. Christina stepped forward to help steady you. Sucking in the sobs you held your ground with either of them holding you. “I love you George O’Malley. You are smart and kind and brave to the point of stupidity and I forgive you. You saved a life. That’s what you always do. It’s what you were born to do. I’m proud of you. I love you. I just can’t breathe.” It was good they were by your side because they had to practically carry you off the stage. Your eyes met Izzy for a second and she started clapping. The whole room followed unsure of what else to do. It made you smile for just a moment being able to picture what it might have been like to stand up there with the real George. This was your love and sharing it was scary but at least now it wasn't only you. It was all of them.
_
Sitting on the vent immune to its firing pattern you weren’t surprised when Hunt wandered in. He didn’t see you right away but when he did he started to apologize for intruding.
“No it’s alright. Christina told me this was your spot. I just thought it was worth a shot.” He took paused scrutinizing you in your monotone state.
“How long have you been here?”
“My shift ended at three.”
“It’s six.” You shrugged as he bent down to match your gaze.
“I wasn’t lying. I haven’t been able to breathe since he left. There’s a weight on my chest. It hurts and keeps me awake most nights. Yang made me get a scan but it’s all in my head or maybe my soul if that’s a real thing. The only surgeon qualified to fix me is gone.” Hunt slowly, tentatively wrapped his arms around you winding tightly as you stayed curled in your little ball.
“Is this better?”
“A little tighter.”
“He told me about you.”
“He told everyone about me.” You grunted leaning your head into his shoulder.
“Because he loved you.” You let out another grunt. “He wondered aloud whether your ability to communicate with your eyes came from working with the dogs for so long or if you just had that way about you. He said it was natural. You could make anyone comfortable around you. I think I get it now.” He chuckled giving a squeeze. You smiled a little shaking your head.
“That’s true we’ve really only had one conversation before this and now you’re hugging me.”
“I can stop whenever your ready.”
“No! I mean I’m not ready. Just a little longer and keep talking about him like he’s still here.” You voice was small, but Hunt listened carefully.
“One surgery, he was stitching opposite me and...” you listened carefully taking heavy breaths until finally exhaustion took and you fell asleep.
_
You walked with Callie holding your coffee and pretending to care about her frivolous fight with Arizona. Over her shoulder you spotted the small dog sniffing at a trashcan clear across the street. Your instincts kicked in and you scanned for someone he could belong to. That’s how you saw the danger before anyone else. Before even the driver. Callie watched in horrified shock as you ran in front of a bus.
“George!” You screeched grabbing the dog and falling across the pavement. Cars slammed to a halt the world froze.
“Not again.” Callie took off after you. Bracing your neck she rolled you carefully taken aback all over again as the pup jumped up to lick her face. You were laughing. Laughing so hard you cried and gasped for air. “Are you insane!”
“I saw George.”
“What!?” People were starting to disperse in confusion as you sat up and held the squirming dog.
“I saw George in front of that bus and it was like he stopped it. Like he jumped out with me protecting me as I protected this little guy. I know it was just the adrenaline and the similarity but I could feel him like I was taking a breathe after coming up from underwater.” Callie swallowed hard looking at you like you had cracked but just nodding.
“You’re an idiot. Never do that to me again or I will personally kill you.” You bit back your smile as she helped you stand still holding the dog.
“If he doesn’t have a home, I’m gonna call him 007.”
“I can’t even look at you right now. I’m still mad.” She turned away to hide her smirk but you knew. You kept strolling down the way breathing in the warm spring not even feeling the small scrapes from the tumble.
One of my toxic traits is that I have to finish a project before showing anyone or I will in the act of talking about it with them loose interest and motivation in finishing aforementioned project.
For those of you following me here, I invite you to avoid any series labeled in progress as I assure you there has been no progress made.
That being said enjoy any of the many series I wrote all at once in a chaotic secretive fit and then published rabidly to force other people to release me of my hyperfixation on it.
I've been sick for days and I just want to write something. Give me your character requests no one else is asking for. I'm talking your obscure side characters or your shows/books no one seems to have heard of.
For example, I wrote a one shot with Trick from Lost Girl and a Gender Neutral god/goddess type character. For no reason! I have not even watched that show in years. Now I want more.
A/N: Another find from deep in my drafts. George O'Malley is the only reason I would ever watch Grey's.
“You asked me for a wedding. You got down on one knee butt naked and you asked me to stand in front of a room of the only people I care about and let them see this love I have for you. It’s not something I pictured myself doing but I’m gonna try."
"I would have waited a thousand years for you, George O’Malley. You were air. I don’t know if I’ll ever breathe again but for you I’ll try. For your mom. Your brothers. For Izzy I’ll try. All I can do is try George. I’m trying.” You crumpled in Meredith’s arms as she tried to help you from the stage. Christina stepped forward to help steady you. Sucking in the sobs you held your ground with either of them holding you. “I love you George O’Malley. You are smart and kind and brave to the point of stupidity and I forgive you. You saved a life. That’s what you always do. It’s what you were born to do. I’m proud of you. I love you. I just can’t breathe.” It was good they were by your side because they had to practically carry you off the stage. Your eyes met Izzy for a second and she started clapping. The whole room followed unsure of what else to do. It made you smile for just a moment being able to picture what it might have been like to stand up there with the real George. This was your love and sharing it was scary but at least now it wasn't only you. It was all of them.
_
Sitting on the vent immune to its firing pattern you weren’t surprised when Hunt wandered in. He didn’t see you right away but when he did he started to apologize for intruding.
“No it’s alright. Christina told me this was your spot. I just thought it was worth a shot.” He took paused scrutinizing you in your monotone state.
“How long have you been here?”
“My shift ended at three.”
“It’s six.” You shrugged as he bent down to match your gaze.
“I wasn’t lying. I haven’t been able to breathe since he left. There’s a weight on my chest. It hurts and keeps me awake most nights. Yang made me get a scan but it’s all in my head or maybe my soul if that’s a real thing. The only surgeon qualified to fix me is gone.” Hunt slowly, tentatively wrapped his arms around you winding tightly as you stayed curled in your little ball.
“Is this better?”
“A little tighter.”
“He told me about you.”
“He told everyone about me.” You grunted leaning your head into his shoulder.
“Because he loved you.” You let out another grunt. “He wondered aloud whether your ability to communicate with your eyes came from working with the dogs for so long or if you just had that way about you. He said it was natural. You could make anyone comfortable around you. I think I get it now.” He chuckled giving a squeeze. You smiled a little shaking your head.
“That’s true we’ve really only had one conversation before this and now you’re hugging me.”
“I can stop whenever your ready.”
“No! I mean I’m not ready. Just a little longer and keep talking about him like he’s still here.” You voice was small, but Hunt listened carefully.
“One surgery, he was stitching opposite me and...” you listened carefully taking heavy breaths until finally exhaustion took and you fell asleep.
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You walked with Callie holding your coffee and pretending to care about her frivolous fight with Arizona. Over her shoulder you spotted the small dog sniffing at a trashcan clear across the street. Your instincts kicked in and you scanned for someone he could belong to. That’s how you saw the danger before anyone else. Before even the driver. Callie watched in horrified shock as you ran in front of a bus.
“George!” You screeched grabbing the dog and falling across the pavement. Cars slammed to a halt the world froze.
“Not again.” Callie took off after you. Bracing your neck she rolled you carefully taken aback all over again as the pup jumped up to lick her face. You were laughing. Laughing so hard you cried and gasped for air. “Are you insane!”
“I saw George.”
“What!?” People were starting to disperse in confusion as you sat up and held the squirming dog.
“I saw George in front of that bus and it was like he stopped it. Like he jumped out with me protecting me as I protected this little guy. I know it was just the adrenaline and the similarity but I could feel him like I was taking a breathe after coming up from underwater.” Callie swallowed hard looking at you like you had cracked but just nodding.
“You’re an idiot. Never do that to me again or I will personally kill you.” You bit back your smile as she helped you stand still holding the dog.
“If he doesn’t have a home, I’m gonna call him 007.”
“I can’t even look at you right now. I’m still mad.” She turned away to hide her smirk but you knew. You kept strolling down the way breathing in the warm spring not even feeling the small scrapes from the tumble.
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