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hi kathy!! thank you!! here is a mini snippet from the pet sematary au

Tommy's delightful hums then erupted into laughter as he placed his book down.

Progress, this was progress. Buck couldn't recall the last time Tommy actually laughed.

"Stop that, or I'm going to kick you," Tommy chuckled on the other side of the sofa. "Can't you see I am trying to read here?"

"Oh, is that book really more interesting than your husband, then?" Buck scoffed as he tried to pretend to be offended, except he couldn't hide his ever-growing smile.

"Yes, actually, it is," Tommy smirked as he lifted up his reading glasses, letting them sit atop his fluffy curls.

Throwing back his head, Buck barked out a laugh. He sighed happily as his legs intertwined with Tommy's. As much as he tried to enjoy this moment of actual normalcy, the unsettling feeling in his gut told him it wasn't going to last.

hi!! thank you!! here is a mini snippet from the pet sematary au

Sweat clung to his skin as Tommy's chest heaved as he tried so desperately to catch his breath. It has been happening more and more often as of late, waking up in the middle of the night, coated in sticky sweat, desperately trying to cling to the dream that keeps waking him up like this. He knows it's the same dream over and over, deep down in his gut, he knew, only problem was the harder he tried to grab a hold of it, the harder it was to remember. At least his didn't wake up screaming in the dead of night, that was something.

He looked beside him to find Evan fast asleep, snoring with a puddle of drool seeping into the fabric of his pillow. A sigh of relief escaped Tommy's lips. Evan wasn't up and about, sleepwalking tonight. Good, Tommy thought, he didn't have to worry about Evan hurting himself in his unconscious travels.

hi jessica!! thank you!! here is a mini snippet from the pet sematary au

Instead of looking as he should, sound asleep, Tommy looked more like a corpse lying in the bed, motionless, colorless, dead. He had looked this way as he slept ever since Buck had brought him back from the dead in ways he still couldn't fully understand.

Buck did as he always did when the pit in his stomach never went away—he found himself doing it more and more often these days—he went over to his corpse of a husband and placed two fingers on the jugular vein of his neck, feeling for a pulse. He stood there for a few seconds more, with the back of his mind terrified that the pulse would cease under the pads of his fingers.

hi!! thank you!! here is a mini snippet of the pet semetary au

The door closed behind him with a small click, leaving the sea of emotions to rage and thrash within the confines of his heart as Chimney stood in the comfort and darkness of his own home.

What the fuck? He had thought.

That's right, he was alone now with his wife and kids fast asleep, he could finally react now. It's not like he didn't understand why Buck did what he did; he understood completely. Chimney knew what it was like to lose someone he loved deeply and unconditionally. He had lost his mother, his brother, his captain, his friend. Wanting to bring his loved ones back from the dead was a familiar feeling. But still, until tonight, Chimney didn't think it was possible. It was something out of an episode of The Twilight Zone, or something that he would read in a depressing eighties horror novel.

To be perfectly frank, as much as he was delighted to see and talk to Tommy again, there was something off, something he couldn't quite put his finger on.

hi!! thank you!! here is a mini snippet from the pet sematary au

Evan knew. The bloody evidence of what Tommy did was gone, and Evan knew.

His hands shook, his heart thumped against his chest like a defenceless animal's heart would thump when it realized its impending doom. Sheer terror took over him, knowing that everything was going to change now. There was no going back to the way things were.

Silently, Tommy watched as the pizza crusts fell into the empty trash with a light thud. He almost drifted across the kitchen, placing the plate in the sink, and drifted back to his seat. Sinking into the couch, he looked forward, not daring to look at Evan, and his husband did the same.

The silence that was laid thickly between them almost suffocated Tommy.