I May Or May Not Have Read All Your Finnick Writings And In The One With Them Being Exes IMAGINE READER

I may or may not have read all your finnick writings and in the one with them being exes IMAGINE READER DIES AND FINNICK FINDS OUT WHEN HE SEES HER FACE IN THE SKY THE SECOND NIGHT HE WOULD BE DISTRAUGHT

oh he would be a MESS. like fall to his knees in sorrow-mess. i could imagine how much of a dent in the plans for the alliance your death would be in the first place but with finnick, it completely throws him off and he feels he can’t do anything. life is just so suddenly pointless.

THE FUNERAL/CEREMONY THING HE’D HAVE AFTER THE CAPITOLS OVERTHROWN TO REMEMBER YOU— AND THE SPEECH HE PREPARE😩 oh lord he’ll never love again.. 😕

Do you write for Finnick Odair still?

yes always

secrets out. bellamy blake x reader

summary 🛁: alie gets under the skin of everyone, even the ones who seem the most shut off

warning/s 🚽: swearing, depression, talks of miscarriage, and gif not mine, angst

slater’s note 🪞: season three truly was the best season. this is... dramatic? it has potential but i gave up.

it was your turn.

alie crossed all of them off like a list. one by one, mind fucking them until they couldn’t handle it.

mind manipulation, you knew all about it and you were certain that it wasn’t something you could be so easily affected by. you had met a lot of people, had a lot of boyfriends, and friends, and even your own parents who enjoyed getting into your head with simple words that made you feel guilty or sick to your stomach. 

you were sure she couldn’t get into yours. 

“hello, sweetheart,” raven quirked her head, already analyzing you and your current mood. “see they finally brought in the big guns.”

you humph in amusement with lips slightly twitching upward as you made your way to one of the boxes that sat close to raven. you were hoping to rest, put your mind to ease as you sat before her, not expecting much to come from her mouth since you were a closed book. 

clarke and jasper were practically left open and begging to be read as they sized up to raven with their emotions still filling their eyes to the brim. they were easy targets, easy to tear down, and easy to extract a fit from. 

and although bellamy seemed just as shut off as you, he really wasn’t. bellamy had so many problems shoved in the back of his mind that they begun to pile and overflow. and with anger issues compiled from unsettled issues in his past; he was just as much as an easy target as they were.

everyone hits rock bottom, but not all get to face the humiliation of others also realizing and coming to spit in your face.. a plan alie was hoping to put in motion, she just had to bait you first.

“you’ve always been the smart one,” she slightly twisted her head, raven’s eyes dark and filled with a conscious that wasn’t her own. “always thought for the better of others.. never yourself,” she shook her head and you could tell by the way her eyes slightly squinted she had something up her sleeve.

you were intrigued.

“so.. selfless and yet you’re always blamed for every problem that comes up. why do you let that happen, y/n?”

you tilted your head to the side, not exactly finding truth in the last of her words, you had never felt blamed, and if anyone was a scape goat, it’d be murphy. but you still found yourself listening, eating up the lie like a story.

“which is why i’m confused as to.. why you took the chip..” her face screwed up and at the sudden words you inhaled sharply knowing very well everyone heard her words just as you did. “i mean, y/n, as much as a smart decision that was, it was a rather selfish thing of you to do, don’t you think?”

you kept your mouth shut, knowing this wasn’t the last of her words. she had a plan of some kind, she was still trying to get into your head and she felt so close by the way she had just watched you adjust yourself in the slightest way possible.

“like i said before,” you mumbled, “your chip didn’t work.”

“that’s too bad, isn’t it?” she whispered, almost taunting you, “whatever’s hurting you must be something real bad with how brave and strong you are, or—excuse me, seem to be.”

“someone should go in there,” jasper suddenly stood from his spot at the door, listening in, his mouth beginning to grow dry as he stood up anxiously, looking between bellamy and the rest of your friends listening with just as slack and uncomfortable expressions; taken aback.

he made a move to go in but bellamy quickly stopped him, “just wait.”

“bellamy-”

“but then again, the strongest of us always seem to carry the most. you would know wouldn’t you?”

your mouth twitched from frowning deeper as you thought of all the past torment, from the moment you were born to the moment you landed on the ground.

“shall we talk about why you took the chip?”

“we can talk about whatever you want,” you leaned forward with your elbows on your knees.

this couldn’t get any worse than it already was.

“i want you to choose. bellamy or mount weather?”

you swallowed harshly, but your voice was still stern as you stared at her with narrowed eyes, “neither,” you leaned forward, thinking of the many flaws to weaknesses that centered in your heart just with the those topics. “i want to talk about you, raven, only you.”

“deflecting the question won’t work, y/n,” she almost glared at you, “you said we could talk about what i wanted and now i made a decision; i want to talk about what happened in mount weather after you got shot.”

your face dropped and you didn’t even try to hide it, remembering exactly what she was talking about and the room suddenly felt hot and you wanted to leave but you felt completely sucked in like she was a vacuum, giving you no choice but to get swallowed.

“you were pregnant, right?” raven’s head dipped to the side, already knowing she had gotten to you despite your face no longer showing a sign of distress. “with a little girl?”

jasper’s gaze, as well as everyone else’s, landed on the side of bellamy’s jaw, eyes wide, holding their breath, waiting for him to step in, to stop it, do anything but freeze up like a stick, struck dumb with shock.. and hurt and a pain he couldn’t distinguish, something he had never felt before to the point he didn’t even know if it was all real.

raven tsk’d, eyes landing on her lap, “such a shame really.” you could see the sick smile that began to climb up her cheeks, making you want to scream, shout, anything to get rid of the pain clawing at your chest. “does bellamy know?” she looks up, as if wanting to really know, as if she didn’t already. “i mean he is the father after all, you think he’d deserve to know.”

he knew now.

“bellamy, do something,” clarke gaped at him, her hand tugging at his arm, begging him to snap out of the trance he was in. “bellamy, you need to go in there. you need to get her out of there."

“he held you... thinking you'd die, completely unaware of the baby inside that really took the bullet," raven inhaled, sighing, her head shaking. "that really is sad, i don't know how you didn't end it-"

you got up and she smiled, anticipating this moment. but you don't do what she wished you'd do. you stood calmly, staring deep into her hazel pupils, amusement snowing around, almost encouraging you to inflict pain on her.

"you're not real," your voice is low and quiet, "you can't effect me. you promote a false devotion and promise a final happiness and safety from pain, but you're flawed and can't even bring the weak of us down."

your eyes dart back and forth in search of some emotion in her eyes, but it seems she goes blank and shuts down like a computer until her jaw tips up, pulling closer to your face, whispering back, "you think that you're so brave, y/n. you think that you're some courageous soldier just because of the luck you had of showing up in the right place at the right time," you feel a hand grip your bicep while the other wrapped around your mid section, slowly pulling you away from the words that ran out of her mouth fast, “but you're wrong, deep down you're coward just like all your friends and my point is only further proven when you took the chip, because admit it y/n, you're scared, you're scared-"

you felt like you had been ripped from a different world once bellamy had spun you around to face him. your body shook internally as realization overcame you of what had all been revealed within that room. bellamy looked scattered as he stared into your eyes with his own wide ones. he didn't look himself; he looked worried and maybe even sad.

very sad.

"y/n, sit down for me, please," he grasped your arms lightly, pulling you down on one of the chair slowly and gently, afraid you'd break under his touch. he was completely disoriented and he wasn't even sure if what was all happening was real.

you stayed blank in the mind, feeling completely drained and distraught to the thought of what was running around in his head right now. it hurt that he now knew everything.

"talk to me," he slowly kneeled before you, "what—baby, what happened to you?"

you inhaled sharply, the feeling of tears beginning to form in the crest of your eyes as you begun to feel overwhelmed—your chest tightened and it seemed like such a strain on your lungs when you tried to breathe, "bellamy, a lot happened in... mount weather that i can't even begin to explain. i'm not even sure what was real and what wasn't."

"i was in a dark spot," it was hard to force out and you could barely look him in the eye with the intensity he kept within his eyes. his heart hurt for you and he couldn't even begin to think straight with all that was revealed with raven. "i can't think straight half the time, bellamy and after everyone was killed at mount weather.. and i was shot... i didn't feel like the same person anymore.. nothing felt right..."

you choked. your voice caught in the back of your throat as you attempted to explain yourself but he stopped you, shushing your voice as your tears begun to slowly fall and paint your cheeks. he pulled you close by the back of your neck, stroking his thumb against your scarred skin while the other wrapped around your waist, pulling you to him and his warmth. he held you tightly and so hard, that his ribs hurt but he didn't care because he was afraid that you'd slip from his grip, like you had before.

but you stayed and you held him just as tight, allowing yourself to sink, because this was the only thing that truly felt right.

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Hey!!!!!! I just finished reading Athena my lover and it was so good!!!

oh my gosh thank you so much 😭 i didn’t think people would like it

we meet again. george mackay x reader

summary: in which reader has met the angel of death on many occasions, always finding some way to get away, but what about this time?

warning/s: swearing, mentions of murder and death

slater’s note: i know some of you enjoyed this concept, so i thought i’d pop another one of these out

you had shook his hand greatly, have meeting him many times before, each on different occasions of the edge, where he greeted all before their great end.

“you haven’t changed,” you mumbled, gripping his hand tightly, eyeing him up and down with the suit he had on, the same suit he wore the first time you had met him, and the second time, and the third.

“you say that every time,” he mumbled, huffing and looking away from you in what seemed to have been annoyance, but you should’ve known better, the angel of death doesn’t get annoyed.

“what’s it this time?” the two of you begin to walk, turning away from each other and allowing your shoulders to graze one another every once and awhile. “hit by a bus? food poisoning? murdered by a boyfriend?”

“funny,” his eyes grazed along the park view, paying closely attention to the people and animals that ran around in all their glory. “almost like all of those things have happened to you before.”

“well, i am the world’s biggest mystery,” you rose your hands in a proudness, “no one knows how i’ve escaped death so many times.”

“yeah, well, maybe not this time,” his voice was low, like he was trying to keep the words to himself, but failed as you rose an eyebrow, now looking to him questioningly.

“you sure, ole’ boy?”

“when am i ever?”

“the last four times.”

he shrugged, keeping silent and wondering to himself. it made you frown, now a little conscious to each step you were taking, wondering if this really was your time and you no longer could escape death.

“are we only crossing paths or are you really here to take me away this time?” your tone was flat and more serious now, no longer comfortable with the presence of someone you wish you could call a friend instead of an enemy.

“it depends,” he glanced to you, unsure of your path himself, but it felt different this time. he was sure your time had finally came to an end, but he could never be too certain due to thinking that the last couples of times he had came to encounter you.

the first time he had ever met you was at the age of five when you had walked straight out in front of a bus, unaware of all your surroundings and letting go of the safety of your mothers hand.

he had hovered over you, frowning, never finding pleasure in taking the soul of a young one. but strangely you had opened your eyes widely, like you had just been struck across the face and you had just realized.

you had survived.

the second time the two of you came across paths was the first time you had noticed him. there was something about him that made you feel safe even as an hour later you had once again almost touched deaths face with being shoved into the tracks of the subway by a stranger.

fortunately a woman quickly pulled you out, saving your life seconds before the subway could have ran you over. you were sixteen then, full of ambition and curiosity, causing you to forever wonder who the man in the black suit was on the other side of the tracks were, standing, and waiting for you to get trampled.

at eighteen you had eaten a bad piece of chicken on a birthday vacation, sending you for the bathroom of your hotel room, vomiting and vomiting until you laid weak against the cold tile bathroom floor, death soon accompanying you.

he held your hand lightly, analyzing your weak figure. your eyes barely cleared enough for you to tell who was holding your hand so comfortingly.

you were there for hours and he waited patiently, having no where to be but by your side like a companion.

eventually, the hospital was sent for and you once again slipped away from his finger tips.

finally, age twenty one you had come to realize who he was. you weren’t disturbed at all like many of the other people who had come to realize his position. rather, you found him comforting and someone there for you despite him quite literally only being there for your death.

he didn’t care for you as much as you cared about him. you found his visits exciting while he dreaded them.

but at twenty one you had almost been murdered by your very own boyfriend. he was shot dead before he could offer an explanation as to why.

you were only stabbed once, that being in the stomach. and although you seemed to be so close to your end, you pulled through, once again escaping the angel of death.

“if you’re so tired of our encounters, kill me yourself.”

“that’s not how it works.”

“i’m sure it could.”

“i’m not going to kill you.”

you pouted teasingly, “awh, boohoo.”

he rolled his eyes, “i’ll find you when it’s time.”

°•

with your heart in your throat you watched the scene unfold right in front of your eyes. so quickly and so easily, you almost thought it wasn’t real til you heard the screams that very much were, causing you to clench your jaw, wincing.

a man who’s identity that was concealed behind a black ski mask tightly gripped a young woman. it seemed that what may have been a mugging now turned into a kidnapping as he attempted to lug the girl into the back of his car.

“hey,” your face turned red and you couldn’t help but yell as you cautiously crossed the road, slightly unsure of your actions, “get away from her!”

your words only struck panic in the man, quickening his pace as he tried to induce her, but she continued to pull and kick away from him, finding hope that she would get away from this situation.

you joined arms with her as you tried to pull her away from him and soon you did, somehow allowing yourself to be taken ahold of by the man in the ski mask and taking her place as she ran despite your yelp.

you were caught off guard, being shoved into the back of his car, and then suddenly feeling a blunt force knocked against your head. your body went limp and you felt your vision slowly black out, but not before you caught the sight of the angel standing within the shadows, seeing through to your capture.

°•

black.

you vision was black and spotty till light suddenly flooded your vision and pain consumed your body like a flash of lightening. you didn't come to realization of what had happened until you saw him.

he sat across from you in a chair with his hands clasped, examining your face intently, waiting. you knew what for. and you truly believed it would happen just from the position you were in; a rope bound to your ankles and wrists, your body lying against the carpeted floor of what seemed to be a bedroom.

"help me."

"you know i can't help you," his face was blank but you could see a dash of sympathy that dotted his eyes as he slightly tilted his head to look at you better. "it's your time, but you need to breathe while you still can."

you coughed, feeling your voice at a strain, "no it's not." you rolled your head, observing your surroundings the best you could with your vision that was still slightly clouded. "it's not my time, i'm not going to die like this."

he watched you struggle as you maneuvered your body so you could attempt to stand or kneel or anything that wasn't laying. he almost found you pathetic—the way you got yourself into this mess. you were so much smarter than that and with all the misfortune you had been through, he would have hoped you'd be just a little more careful.

"he'll be back soon," the angel mumbled, still watching you go. "if you don't want to die, you'll have to be more sensible."

"don't tell me how to be sensible," you attempted to crawl toward the nightstand, hoping to break the rope with something in the drawer. “you might as well not speak if you aren’t going to help me.”

and then he was gone. vanished. disappeared. out of sight. he no longer sat in that chair.

you sighed, but continued worming your toward the drawer with persistence. you almost made it to the drawer to if it weren’t for a large grip pulling you back to the ground roughly. no mercy was shown as the man flipped you over to your back, fuming.

“bitch think you can get away,” he's straddling you now and oddly begins to untie you even as you struggle beneath him, just waiting to hit him and run. "you think you're so fucking tough, let's see how you deal with this."

once your arms are untied he moves fast to your feet but not before raising a gun, daring you to try anything. you stay back despite your skin crawling, begging you to run or move or do something that wasn't just sitting there.

the aching feeling finally got to you and you slung your foot on the side of his head the moment you felt the ropes loosen around your ankle. you got up fast only to trip again and he was quick to gab your leg, still clasping the side of his head in pain on the ground. you shook your leg vigorously, kicking him in the head multiple times as hard as you could till he let go. you got up fast and ran out the door.

"you fucking bitch!" he was already up barely giving you time to navigate your escape. "i'm going to kill you!"

you pushed into a room, locking the door, and finally catching your breath. you felt you couldn't process it—whatever this was. it didn't feel real and you almost questioned if this was a dream until the violent stomps of the man came rushing down the hall, causing the floor beneath you to vibrate.

"oh fuck," your hand shook as you lightly clamped it against your mouth, now searching for a light switch as your other hand swiped against the wall aggressively. "fuck."

you wished you didn't find that light switch. it would have been better to be left in the dark. but light still flooded in and with that the bloody body with an unintelligible face was sunken in within the bathtub. you let out a horrified scream, quickly covering your mouth in fear.

your whole body shook now and you wanted to cry. the reality of death became more clear and you wished the angel would have been here to comfort you.

"oh god-"

"i know you're in there!" the door begun to shake as the man on the other side pushed against it, wriggling the locked door handle. you became overwhelmed as you looked around the room, trying to avoid the body in search of some object to use as a weapon. you came to the conclusion that if you were going to leave alive, you'd have to hurt this man.

"open this door!"

you begun to shuffle around in the drawers quickly the moment he began to slam his body against the door. grief took over your body to the point the only feeling flowing through your body was an uncomfortable tingling, making you not want to move if it weren't for the fear of your life.

you almost gave up just as the door did and after that, your sight went black.

°•

you woke up to your head pounding and your arm screaming in agony. you forgot where you were. you couldn't think straight and your sight was barely clear as the only thing that you could clearly see was blood.

"hopefully, this taught you something," his tall figure hovered over you, examining your face, almost as if making sure life still bloomed in your eyes.

you didn't say a word, you almost didn't recognize him and you swore you were hallucinating. but laying in blood, you watched him go, and you knew this wasn't your time and the body he came to collect, wasn't yours.

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missing shoes.

pairings. frat!adam banks x fem!reader

about. fulton’s shoes have been missing for weeks now and the ducks unintentionally find them in the strangest place

warnings. swearing, alcohol, tipsy!adam

ricky rocks. aye adam!

you heard the horrid screams all the way out in the garage where you and dean sat, analyzing old rhonda. the ‘88 red suburban passed down to fulton from his father. the old automobile had a long run, one that seemed to be coming to an end by the way you and dean not being able to find the true problem of why it wouldn’t start up.

the screams soon turned into straight loud yelling that made you clench your jaw, sharing a look with dean. the two of you soon raced out of the garage rather fast toward the entertainment area where the commotion seemed to have been resonating from.

you immediately frowned to see fulton scouting around the room, his hands in his hair, tugging at it roughly. you once again shared a look with dean who looked just as lost as you. in this situation, you were expecting blood, maybe even a stab wound, something that represented physical pain. but instead, you saw fulton, someone who hadn’t been off the couch in days, someone with no stab wounds nor blood on him, causing you to roll your eyes.

“where the hell is my beer?”

“what?”

“my beer,” his hands released his hair, lifting in the air aggressively, “i got up to go to the bathroom and when i came back.. it was gone!”

you squinted at him, trying to find the relevance and need to scream over a missing beer, “maybe you drank it all,” you tried to reason, shrugging lightly.

“i did not drink it all,” he gave you a pointed look, making sure you understood, “the can would still be here anyways, i haven’t cleaned up my pile in weeks.”

that’s when you cringed once he motioned to the pile of beer bottles collecting dust by the side of the couch. he was making use of his spring break.

“maybe they’re where your shoes are,” dean suggested, shrugging innocently but deep down suppressing a smile.

the comment made you laugh while fulton fully glared at his friend, his shoulders going slack from being reminded, “that’s not even funny, man.”

you laughed again. fulton had lost his shoes about two months ago, causing quite a problem since they seemed to be his only pair of shoes. when asked why they were his only pair, he reasoned they were lucky and he found no reason to buy another pair.

you all looked at him like he was crazy.

he had practically turned the frat house upside down in search of these lucky old sneakers, but never found anything except a couple of fives and a lawn gnome hidden under his bed.

“god, fulton, no wonder you lost your shoes,” connie had cringed, her face wrinkling up as she stared into the boys room. “your room is an absolute pig sty.”

after a week he had given up and bought a new pair of sneakers, leaving the lucky ones in the past. but it was still a burden on his mind.

“what’re you laughing at?”

“nothing, fulton,” you shrugged helplessly, a snide smile on your face. “i just think you got a problem.”

“i’ll fucking kick your ass.”

“hey, don’t be talking to my girlfriend like that,” adam appeared out of nowhere with a slight smile on his face while he drunk from a glass beer bottle. “not nice, man.”

fulton glared before coming to realization, “hey, is that my beer?”

“is it?” adam raised the beer as it closely examining it after slinging an arm around your shoulders. “i could’ve sworn this was mine.”

“do you have my shoes too?”

you rolled your eyes while leaning closer into adam’s warm body. he held you closer despite bickering with fulton some more.

the four of you were the only ones home due to julie dragging part of the team out for a hike since everyone had been sitting in on their asses most of spring break.

you and dean denied due to needing to fix rhonda, adam stayed because you stayed, and fulton… fulton wouldn’t have lasted on the hike for five minutes due to his diet now only consisting of beer and eight day old fried chicken. he was a couch potato.

the phone suddenly rang, drowning out part of adam and fulton’s arguing, but they still continued, having no reason to stop.

“y/n,” dean yelled after you, “it’s for you.”

you unhinged from adam, heading towards the crappy green home phone that was probably as old as the house. you nodded to dean before taking the phone, “hello?”

“y/n, you’ll never guess what.”

“julie?”

“you have to come down here,” the girl rambled on, an obvious grin on her face despite you having no ability to see her. “everyone’s losing their shit, you have to come.”

“where are you calling me from?”

“a pay phone outside of west river.”

“is charlie still with you?”

“yeah,” julie bit her nail, “he’s the one who found it,” she pauses, you can hear her breathing lightly before a cautious sigh sounds, “we also need you guys to come out here anyways.”

“why?”

“we kinda ran out of gas..”

you sigh, scratching your forehead, “hand the phone to charlie.”

you felt arms go around your shoulders as you waited silently for julie to hand the phone to your praised captain charlie. your lips were pressed tightly together as adam sunk his head into the crook of your neck, but you smiled as he begun to sway the two of you back in forth in his patient tick.

you could tell he was slightly tipsy and probably had more than one of fulton’s beers by the way the smell of booze curled up in the curve of your neck from his breath. you leaned into him while your one arm that wasn’t holding the phone reached up and held his arm sweetly.

“hey, y/n/n!”

“hi charlie,” you hummed, continuing to sway with adam.

“you need to get down here right now,” charlie yelled, “fulton will love this. plus our cars out of gas, so we kinda need you to pick us all up.”

you sighed but nodded, “alright charlie, but rhonda’s not exactly working right now..”

“that’s fine!”

you weren’t exactly sure if charlie had heard you correctly but you shrugged, mumbling an ‘alright’ before hanging up the phone, trying to process why exactly charlie was so excited.

°•

you were finally on the road after twenty minutes of trying to get rhonda up running. twenty minutes of dean raging, twenty minutes of adam acting as if he were some car expert, and twenty minutes of you smacking at the both of them.

it wasn’t until fulton decided to make an appearance explaining everything you all were doing was wrong and then rhonda finally worked. and it was the stupidest thing ever. he had smacked the hood of the car five times before it finally started.

it pissed you off.

“where are they again?” adam was leaned and stretched out against you in the middle row, another beer in his hand, drinking the day away faster than fulton was. your hand were in his hair, soothing and making him relax even more than he already was.

“outside of west river… somewhere.”

“great,” he mumbled, taking another sip of his beer, “that could be anywhere.”

“we’ll find em,” fulton mumbled surely before his hope sunk down once they passed the ‘now leaving west river’ sign, seeing no broken down car on the side of the road. “eventually.”

about ten minutes passed before adam’s back straightened, his finger tip knocking against the window lightly, catching all of your attention, “julie’s car. that’s julie’s car, right?”

fulton hit the breaks fast sending you all forward in your seats, “it is!” the boy pulled to the side of the road in front of julie’s red subaru; a shit car she could barely afford. you all got out rather quickly before the inspecting begun.

her car was completely empty besides the small wrappers and pieces of trash that cluttered the floor and the air freshener hung from her rear view mirror. adam tried the handle of the drivers side door, discovering it was locked. he shrugged before all four of you decided silently to head into the woods, calling out your teammates names.

“how do you think they even called us,” fulton’s eyes wandered and analyzed that anywhere he looked there was a tree. “there couldn’t possibly be a phone booth this far out in the woods.”

“with things we’ve seen, i wouldn’t be surprised,” dean mumbled. “let’s just hurry this up, the sky’s starting to get dark.”

“what, you scared?” adam smirked as he tipped back the can of busch light he held.

“no, i just don’t want to be out here any longer than i have to.”

you had to agree with dean. the darker it got outside the colder it would get and the four of you had no idea where you were going, for all you knew, the rest of the team wasn’t even within the woods but maybe farther up the street trying to hitch hike.

“you know what this reminds me of,” adam hiccuped, interrupting the five minutes of silence that had slowly taken over you all. “that one time we went scouting for an alien up at oregon.”

you smiled, thinking of how you had all piled into adam’s parents rv and drove 33 hours for a stupid museum that supposedly had actual alien bones goldberg had heard of but ended up being a hoax. the weather was horrible, preventing you all from doing any other planned activities and you ended up renting a motel room due to connie locking everyone out.

the trip would have overall sucked if it weren’t for the front desk man informing you all of the old abandon mining site that used to be an active alien spotting area. everyone’s cheer had been restored after that and not even the rain could stop all of you once you all had your galoshes and rain coats on.

you hadn’t found anything, but the rest of the night spent in the motel room with adam didn’t have you disappointed.

“you guys finally made it,” charlie appeared out of no where with his hiking pack on and his face sunburned. “you guys need to see this.”

you shared a look with adam before following charlie who trekked in what seemed to be a memorized path by the way he glided around the trees so easily and found the rest of your friends without a sweat. they were all camped out by a rundown looking telephone booth making you frown as you tipped your head slightly.

“does it work?”

“who cares, this is what you all made a big deal about?” dean scowled at charlie and julie who was leaned against the pealing red painted wood of the booth. “let’s get out of here man, my legs are aching.”

julie rolled her eyes before pushing herself off of it, “just look,” her finger raised toward the sky where all your eyes followed to what you assumed was where their actual surprise was; a long line of brass hung from tree to tree, decorated with multiple pairs of shoes, something you were surprised you hadn’t noticed.

your eyebrows lifted in surprise as you examined the multiple kinds of shoes that varied from condition to color to style to brand.

and then- “no fucking way.”

your eyes landed on a ratty pair of sneakers that looked familiar and your guess was proved right when you heard fulton’s gasp.

his long lossed sneakers were finally found.

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