#I hope he and yellow are having a fun time in the dreamlands <3

[hydrus101]

He has the personality and consistency of a wet napkin! Compels me though!

[skayafair]

Larson is such a fun villain, istg.

He's laughing at other order members' aspirations for wealth (money, mansions and a place in the society) while owning exactly all that, and I believe not all of his posessions are inherited. Meaning, he used his arcane knowledge to get all this.

Also this was simply hilarious. Larson: We have gods in us. Arthur, you and I, we have touched the otherworldly and we have lived. We have truly lived, you must feel it! The power that comes with… with having such a being inside. It’s… amazing.  Arthur *lost his sight, an arm and a foot, suffered countless horrors, gained numerous scars in a span of a few months, basically lost everything he had before opening the book and can barely function on his own*: ...............

And Larson's lying on the floor with 3 gunshot wounds, just been tortured by Arthur, has undeniably lost the fight, his godly patron is losing to John, and YET he finds some energy to laugh at Yellow. Amazing. The best villain of the series so far, really.

This is actually why Larson is my favourite villain of the whole story so far - he doesn't appear to be scary. To keep reality in check and correctly determine the level of the opponent one has to have a healthy amount of fear. It's a good feeling, it warns against danger and helps to escape it or deal with it. You know how they advise to deal with frightening things you can't just take on? To imagine them as funny. What is funny cannot be scary unless it's some very obvious and real danger.

Larson is pretty funny most the time. He jokes, he mostly doesn't raise his voice, keeping it even, he doesn't let any imposing emotions escape into the outside world. Even frustrated, he mostly sounds just mildly irritated at best. He keeps a very friendly or patronizing tone, like "we're all buddies here, aren't we!".

He is NOT scary in the slightest. He doesn't appear to be dangerous.

While being actually capable of very horrendous things and having done them. He has no empathy or sympathy towards others whatsoever and will do anything to get what he wants.

Every other villain so far had something scary in their image. Even Kayne, the "funniest" of them, has his abrupt changes in the intonation and can sound very intimidating. He CAN be scary and appears so from time to time. It's really hard to mistake him for someone friendly, unlike Larson, based oh his demeanor alone.

This divide in how he appears and what he actually does is what I like about Larson because of how invisibly terrifying that is. He's a person who I hope dies as soon as possible in Dreamlands for everything he's done (and, more importantly, he's far worse influence than Arthur and I'm worried for Yellow who hasn't regained his KiY persona in full yet, so it's best not to be subjected to Larson's yapping), but I immensely enjoyed him as a villain. It was lots of fun.

[thunderslumbers]

Superposition || Zenitsu Agatsuma x M!Reader, Intertwined Collab

warnings: Cursing? (It's only 2 words)

word count: 1253 words

author's note: hi again! here with another collab with the amazing @httptamaki and @touyaz ! it's been wonderful participating in another collab and I encourage everyone to check out the masterlist! I hope y'all enjoy _(┐「ε:)_<3

stem major!reader bc I said so lol <3 it's only mentioned in a few sentences though. writing characters being awkward as hell is my fav thing to do ngl

"Superstition aims with imprecision // But when things can't be explained, superposition, oh // In any universe you are my dark star // I want you to want me" - Superposition, Young the Giant

You've always had bouts of insomnia, and the coursework at Kimetsu University doesn't make it any worse. It only adds the extra burden of deadlines and throwing things together at the last minute. The numbers, variables, and mathematical theorems make your mind numb. Your friends notice how you're awake at odd hours, your classes scheduled irregularly. You feel like a ghost among your peers, and the only time that feeling of loneliness escapes you is when you climb into bed and fall asleep.

It hasn't been happening for a while, maybe 3 weeks on and off, but they're starting to get more frequent. The dreams are kind of weird, you and someone else are doing something or going somewhere, and it's the same person. His features are kinda weird, blonde– almost yellow hair with orange tips he claims is natural (because he got struck by lightning as a kid??), and burn scars from the incident running down his arms which he keeps covered with oversized hoodies. You think he's pretty cute, even if his self-deprecating iating nature tends to disagree.

You call him thunder boy, just to tease (and that you don't actually know his name)

You haven't caught his name and you can't seem to give out your own name either, so it's really a guessing game to see if you'll remember him when you wake up. His hair will always stand out to you, easily found in a crowd and almost matching his exuberantly cowardly personality.

You don't know if he even lives in your country (or if he's actually real), but you hope you can see his yellow-orange hair in a crowd one day. And maybe you could tell him he's cute to his face.

After these particular dreams you would feel lighter, happier, more content with your state in the world. Your sleep fell into a decent schedule, the feeling of detachment from the world lessened. You had the mystery guy to thank really, he motivated you to connect outside yourself rather than shutting yourself in. Months have passed, your bond with him is pretty strong now, both you and him are suggesting meeting up.

One night he remarks he isn't as good in real life as in the dreamland. You can't help but scoff, admitting to him that he helped you in so many ways, unseen to him. He rushes you into a hug for the first time, the feeling reminiscent of a childhood friend. He exclaims remarks about coming to see you "as soon as he wakes up" and you can't help but laugh happily at the thought of finally seeing him in person, even if you don't really believe him after the fact.

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Getting groceries is kinda fun now, searching for things lit by the yellowing lights on the ceiling. It's less fun when your roommates pile on things for you to get, but you don't wanna be an asshole.

As you're in the noodle aisle surveying the angel-hair, macaroni, penne, fettuccine and other noodles whose names you can't remember when your shopping basket rams into someone's leg. Throwing out some of the things in your basket and making the person yelp, bending down in pain.

"OH!! holy shit man, you alright?" you're bending down to give a helping hand when the person starts picking things up,

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to knock your stuff out.." he looks up at you and pauses, words dying in his throat and spaghetti packets in hand, his eyes meet your own and you can feel the cosmic pull inside your chest, akin to superposition.

His hair, a brilliant yellow followed by orange tips at the ends of his choppy hairstyle. You're sure you'll never forget that hair at all. But there's a lingering familiarity to him, like a friend you haven't seen in a while or seeing a fellow regular at a store. Your memory chases after his image, trying to fit him into whatever void he's meant to fit, an odd puzzle piece in your brain looking for the space that matches.

He stands back up since what felt like an eternity and hands you the noodles, and as you place them back in the basket (thankful the jar of tomato sauce didn't break) you ask him,

"Have we met before?"

And he pauses, his body language switches in an instant going from somewhat quiet to downright nervous. His eyes flick down to the things in your basket, and back to your face. You tilt your body to leave the conversation when he finally says something,

"..I think we have, not here-- in real life- I mean." He quietly states.

As if it was instinct, your body stops and turns to see the yellow haired guy rubbing a scar on his exposed wrist, pale, and almost random in direction. Similar to lightning. Lightning.

You smile, and he pulls the cuff of his sweater over his arm again. Everything lulls into near silence.

"Yeah, I get what you mean. I thought I recognized your hair thunder boy."

He looks up with a sense of surprise, and everything clicks into place and you recognize him, his form like a vivid dream.

"I- I thought you weren't real, to be honest. Like you were some random person my brain made up to comfort me-- it's just- it feels so strange to see you here in real life, in a good way though,"

he says softly, and almost expecting backlash in return. It never comes, and he relaxes.

"My name! My name is Zenitsu Agatsuma, it's so nice to finally meet you in real life."

His voice is light and lifted with excitement. A small giggle leaving his mouth as he fiddles with the cuff of his sweater.

"Well, my name's (Y/n) (L/n), it's nice to finally meet you too"

Your voice is saturated with delight, and you two quickly brush off the previously awkward situation to settle in small talk.

You two walk around the store, getting the groceries you both need, and walk out together with hands full of plastic bags.

You pause and ask for his number, he saves it in your contacts, says a sweet goodbye and walks off. His hair almost glowing in the old streetlights that are in the parking lot. You stand there for a while, thinking about Zenitsu. He promised that you two would hang out some other day.

When he's gone, and the surreal space surrounding you consumes the sense of time, the cold bite of night's air reminds you that you also have to go back. The strain in your arms from the groceries doesn't feel like much compared to how content you are. There's a smile on your face when you return to the dorms.

Your roommates point out your unusual mood and they tease, feeling the excitability crackling in the dorm. You don't mind the teasing for once, becoming bashful and hiding your warm face in the pantry where you're putting the spaghetti packets in. They offer to let you off the hook and retire to your room early.

It's so weird having them reconnect with you, but things seem to be slipping back to what used to be. You don't mind that at all.

You get ready for bed, ready for a good night's rest. Before you actually go to bed you send Zenitsu a quick goodnight message (hopefully he gave you the right number) and you settle into your bed wanting to dream of Zenitsu again.

[hellishvu]

Way Down We Go;

— after all that, i’m glad to post this to clear my feed! remember everyone it is fan fiction and there are many other amazing writers out there! thank you requesting this, i had much fun writing this! i really love jimin’s character in this! like hes sweet but like he knows and wants to learn how to stand up for himself. precious... anyway enjoy it ! also plot planning tried something new so very glad it came out well.

☆彡  where jimin learns how to get under your skin but also couldn’t help seeing a clearer picture of how protective you are.

words: 2,466

“You’re not listening to me are you?” Chuckling you see Jimin get out of his dreamland. Sitting with you on the roof of the high school. The obvious differences of you two, Jimin had his uniform cleanly made and perfectly fitted while you had your uniform barely attached and rolled up to your pleasure.

“Nope!” Jimin snickers looking at you, your eyes glistening by the sunrise. You two always met up early before school started even though you couldn't always arrive on time you tried your best.

“Ass. Why I feel like this is going to be regular?” Flicking a toothpick hitting the concrete ground. Jimin lifting his head up once he finally saw the toothpick hit the ground.

“Well it’s because of that smile you gave me that one night.”

“Really that night? What are you talking about?”

“You were probably too drunk to remember but you were beautiful. Never seen you smile before.” Chuckling you leaned back on the roof top staring at Jimin to check if he was serious. Knowing you got drunk to help burden with the inner insecurities you were probably the last person Jimin should be hanging out with.

“Whatever smile you saw, it was probably not worth it. You lost all your friends because you hung out with me. You’re getting hurt from hanging out with me.”

“They aren’t real friends if they would hurt me, are they?” Jimin was resting his head on your shoulders, taking in the sunset. The colors of yellow, orange, and the sky all beautifully mixed.

“God why are you always right?” Jimin grinned studying your face of annoyance.

I guess the friendship started if you could call it that was after you remember blacking out drunk waking up to Jimin sitting on a bed. The cloudy vision couldn’t make it out to be him so you first thought you had to fight your way out of this house but you reconsidered when you saw him. Jimin... like Park Jimin the goodie, boy next door, and the person to get awarded “next president” in kindergarten class. He was sitting next to you.

“What the hell happened?” Rubbing your eye hoping to find answers of where you were. You didn’t question how you felt you wanted to throw up your entire intestines because at this point of your life this was just normal.

“You passed out while you were walking and I was biking back to my house and I helped you.”

“Jesus you bike to a party?” Standing up too quickly from the bed you held onto a shelf to keep yourself from collapsing in Park Jimin’s bedroom.

I mean yeah you experienced black outs often... more then you would like to admit but this was Park Jimin. You were not going to let yourself have a mental breakdown in front of him, everyone else? No problem let everyone see your shit and trash but Jimin? Never.

“I mean I had to leave it at the party. Couldn’t take it and help you at the same time.” Jimin explains, you looked around his bedroom. The photo frame of his friends and the plants around the end table of his bedroom. Squeaky clean image while you just represent the dirt of it all.

“I don’t think I’m worth losing your bike Jimin.” Grabbing your jacket from his desk chair. Seems like he took it off because of the heat your body generated due to all the booze.

“What are you worth then Y/N?” Jimin stops you by grabbing your wrist seeing you turn to him. The look of curiosity while you look him up and down.

“Not this that’s for damn sure.” You pulled your wrist away from his grip causing Jimin to take his hand back. The force of you shutting his door stepping down his stairs hoping you wouldn’t see his family. Last thing you needed right now was explaining why you were here and why you looked like shit.

School next day you couldn’t help but see stares all over. The halls were filled with students that you either got in conflicts with or random students that just gave you a nasty look. Pulling your hood up you continued to walk through the hall trying to ignore the stares.

“Jimin! We saw you! What are you doing with him?” The echo of the voice when you turn to a quieter place. Remembering the location of Jimin’s locker.

“You guys just judge him by the cover. You know he can be sweet.”

“Getting wasted on whatever he does? That’s sweet?” Closer they put their face into Jimin’s.Their voice deep with hatred.

“That’s enough.” Standing near Jimin you placed a hand on his shoulder. The tension slowly releasing when he sees you stand in front of him.

“I can hang out with whoever I want.” Jimin smiles towards them almost mocking them. The person tried to jump through you to get to Jimin. You pulled him off shoving him into the locker.

“That’s not very nice is it?” Tilting your head you slammed your fist towards the locker seeing the flinch. Throwing the idiot on the ground covering their face.

“Who taught you manners?” Jimin knees down to the person’s level. Maybe the goodie Jimin had something up his sleeves. A sense of aggression he’s been hiding for people that feed on the weak.

You pulled Jimin basically dragging him up the stairs. Hearing him yell at you for what you were doing before you pushed through the roof top. Jimin standing before you, wondering why you were doing this.

“You can’t just do that Jimin. You can’t mock people if you can’t beat the shit out of them. If they attack you do you know—do you know what they can do?” You cross your hand trying to help him understand as best you could. This person could have a gang of people that can or even will attack him.

“So I’m supposed to just shut my mouth? Not stand up for myself?”

“You know that isn’t what I’m saying Jimin. It’s complicated.” Sighing into your hand trying to cover your worry about him.

“You know what? You’re a complicated person Y/N.” Jimin says. The thing was that it stung when he said that. You took beating before but they never hurt like that.

The weekend came and you didn’t feel nor want to go out. Just wanted to spend your day in cheap junk food and sick-coms that you’ve probably seen a million times. That was till you heard a knock on the door, groaning out you didn’t want to take it before the knock came back on. It was gentle that made you sense it was maybe an ubereats forgot an appetizer.

“Hello?” You opened the door seeing Jimin holding a cake. The bright white icing covering the cake and the tint of blue delicately placed on the boarder of the cake. The cake was obviously home-made. Most likely made from a store bought package but the thought is what mattered.

“I realized I was mean and I wanted to apologize. I made you a cake.” The sloppy icing that spelled out “I’m sorry <3 - Jimin”. You took the cake from his hands opening the door to invite him inside.

“Thank you?” You took the cake placing it on your counter top. Seeing Jimin take in his surroundings of your home, the walls filled with things you enjoy. The small knickknacks you put on the shelves.

“I probably would have cleaned if I knew.” You muttered under your breath, seeing Jimin nod no grabbing onto your arms.

“No! Don’t worry, it’s not that. I just never been over to someone’s house.”

“You got to be kidding me.”

“I’m more focused on studying? Just trying to make my parents proud.” Jimin sat down on the table turning the chair towards you while you leaned on the counter.

“Well welcome to my humble abode.” You smiled seeing Jimin point at your smile.

“That’s the smile!” Jimin jumps up from his seat looking at you with a glint of wonders. Why did you only smile like that around him? Why do you always say you weren’t worth it? What are you hiding?

“What smile?”

“Uh nothing. You know your smile reminds me of those french fries with the smile faces on them. You cooked some.” Jimin pointing behind you, the large metal plate full of the large smiling faces fries.

“Oh yeah, my friend gave me them as leftovers. Help yourself.” You grabbed the plate passing it to Jimin. I mean he had to eat them now, he couldn’t just put them down at this point.

The night was spent Jimin stuffing his face full of smily face fries and watching you try to pick a movie that you two could agree on. Jimin stares at you while you rant about a movie you watched that was indeed horrible in your opinion but while you were ranting like your soul was depending on it Jimin stares at you. Almost like you were a painting full of unknown beauty.

“So yes that is why I hate that film. I’m doing you a favor!” Shutting off the tv you decided making conversation with Jimin would be a better idea. Get to know him rather the rumors of him. Throwing the remote on the other side of the couch. Jimin setting down the tray of fries on the coffee table.

“Yeah. You know. Horrible.”

“You weren’t paying attention to me were you?”

“Just got distracted by... the french fries. They are so good. Excellent seasoning.” Jimin shoves another in his mouth, his mouth cringing at the taste of them. Too much of a good thing can turn into a bad thing.

“Jimin they are frozen.” You took the tray from Jimin deciding he should eat actual food. Sighing while you put the pan into the sink deciding to wash it later.

“Let’s go out.” Jimin suggests, you looking down at your lazy attire.

Now those hang outs became regular. Whether Jimin wanted to study at your place because it was nice and you were always there when he needed a break to the most random adventures that you dragged Jimin along. The glares you two get at lunch didn’t mind Jimin because at the end of the day he knew you were going to protect him from anyone.

You always gave your smiley face fries to him every time you guys had them for lunch. Jimin accepting them even if they now taste like cardboard to him. Now the roof tops became normal due to Jimin’s parents seeing you drop him off. Your whole persona didn’t set well with them so they basically tried to cancel all communications with you. Till Jimin caught you in the hall declaring you don’t give up on the friendship. The rooftops become a famous meeting spot, the spot where you two share your problems. Which is now setting back into the present.

“God why are you always right?”

“Just a genius I am.” Jimin pulling his beanie back into place, the wind breezing faster. The silence before the storm.

“We should get inside. Last thing I need is you being sick.” Jimin stopped you from getting up, pulling you back down to sit next to him.

“Jimin we see the sunset everyday”

“You’re not going to ruin my plan.” Jimin bumps his shoulder against yours, pointing at the rising sunrise.

“A plan? What are you going to do? Kiss me under the beautiful sunrise?.” You always asked yourself if it was okay to look at Jimin like that. Like he was the entire planet of stars that are filled with graceful moments of pure happiness. Jimin got up from the step you two sat at.

“Get up.” You got up without asking questions seeing Jimin crossing his hands. Stepping towards you raising his eyebrow.

“How did you know?” Jimin searched through your body by tapping it seeing if you found his phone because he was for damn sure he only shared it with one of his best friends.

“What? I was just guessing!” You raised your hands up letting Jimin search you before he signaled you to put them down. You both kinda stood still when the plan was exposed. He was gonna kiss you? And you wanted it to happen?

“If you don’t want me to kiss you. Now is your time to leave.” Jimin says being uncertain if you were going to stay.

“I am going to stay.” You patted the back of Jimin, sitting back down seeing the sunrise leaving Jimin stunned. At this moment he didn't know what to do I mean Yoongi says that when the time will be right he’ll just want to kiss you. Like your lips will just be magnet and do the work itself.

Jimin cleared his throat sitting down next to you. The air blowing a little more fierce, he straighten his posture wrapping his arm around your shoulder. Snorting you noticed his shy blush across his face.

“I am not going to leave without my kiss Jimin.”

“Why don’t you do it?” Jimin was glad you wanted to kiss, at least you confirmed it for him instead of him worrying about you leaving him. His biggest fear was your smile turning into a stranger’s smile.

“It was your plan!” The sunrise was starting to rise. There was nothing that would stand between Jimin’s plan and mother nature is not going to ruin it by making the sunrise 10x faster then usual.

“Okay but you know you can beat up people can’t you just kiss me!?” Jimin scoots closer to you while you look over your shoulder to him. Jimin punches you lightly when you didn’t respond back to him.

“Don’t act like you don’t read novels on-” Jimin presses his lips on you quickly before pulling away seeing your mouth staying open after. The sunrise finally ending the bright yellow tone on your face while Jimin smiles.

“I’m going to k-”

“Kill me?”

“Kiss you again. Maybe more then once.” You wrap your hands around his waist pulling him in. The scent was your favorite and that fact that Jimin remember made you want to kiss the man 100% more.You pecked him all over causing him to giggle and the cute stops as he was ticklish.

All the moments of Jimin leaving his bike at the party (to this day it is still lost) to the aftermath of his parents (you never had parents yell at you that much... sure they mean well or they hate you) it all just worked out and you knew that you would never regret eating all of Jimin’s cake till you felt like exploding.  

[kittysukagasterfics]

Sweet Dreams

Note: Thank you everyone for all the notes on the last fic! Hopefully you’ll enjoy this one just as much! Onto the fic!

Handplates belongs to: @zarla-s

Requested by: @classysansypansy

Summary: Subject 1 suffers from a nightmare and won’t calm down. Will Subject 2 and the Human be able to help him open up about it?

     Subject 1 woke up from another one of his many naps. Only this time, he found that he was alone. Confused, he stood up and looked around. It was completely dark save for a few dim overhead lights. Subject 1 decided to try calling out in hopes of someone hearing him.

    “bro! are you there?! human?! ...hello?”

     There was no answer. Seems like he had no choice but to start walking. Using the dim lights to guide him, Subject 1 walked along the darkened walls of the Lab. All the while, he was calling out for someone. There was still no answer and 1-S felt like he was walking to nowhere. After a few minutes of walking, he began to feel extremely tired. He sat back down and just about fell asleep when he suddenly spotted his brother. With what little strength he had, Subject 1 ran over to him in excitement only to realize 2-P was crying.

    “hey, bro, what’s wrong? where’s the human?”

     2-P just continued crying, not saying anything. Instead, he showed his brother his right hand. Subject 1′s eye sockets immediately glowed purple upon seeing it. Screwed onto his brother’s hand was a metal plate with letters on it. They were a bit blurry but 1-S could make them out: WDG-2 P. He was in complete disbelief. His brother finally spoke up.

    “BROTHER, I...IT HURTS! IT HURTS SO MUCH!!”

    “i-it’s gonna be ok! just tell me what happ-”

    “WHY DIDN’T YOU HELP ME, BROTHER?! YOU JUST LEFT ME TO SUFFER!”

     Subject 1′s eye sockets had glowed yellow now. When he didn’t respond, his brother continued.

    “AND NOW THANKS TO YOU, THERE’S NO TIME TO SAVE THE HUMAN!”

     His eye sockets were flashing colors rapidly now. After frantically asking where the Human was taken, 2-P pointed in the other direction, where a lone door stood. He quickly ran over there, hoping it wasn’t too late. Just as 1-S reached it, the door swung open causing a flood of bright light to come out. He got blinded for a few seconds. But once he could see, he nearly started crying.

     The Human was alive but they looked...different. Their hair was so disheveled that 1-S could see both of their eyes clearly.  Their once bright, crimson eyes were now dull and empty. The Human was so broken that they were having trouble standing to the point where Gaster had to hold them up. Subject then realized that they also had a metal plate screwed onto their hand. He could barely make out the letters: WDG-3 H. The two of them didn’t seem to have noticed him yet as Gaster carried them over to where 2-P was. 1-S couldn’t take it anymore. He tried to run but was suddenly grabbed with magic.

    “I knew you were going to be the one to give me trouble...”

     Subject 1 began to kick and scream for help, hoping for the other two to come help him. They didn’t even seem to hear him. 1-S then found himself strapped down onto a table with Gaster standing over him, a power drill in one hand and a metal plate in the other.

    “This will only hurt more if you struggle...”

     Everything went black just as the drill was switched on.

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    “nn...noooo, stop!!”

     Subject 1 woke up crying out, startling Subject 2 awake. He immediately started to glow his eye sockets green in an attempt to comfort his brother but to no avail. He just continued to sob and mumble incoherently.

    “BROTHER, ARE YOU ALRIGHT? DID YOU HAVE A NIGHTMARE?”

    “nn-no, l...leave them alone...”

     Reaching around, 1-S found and grabbed Subject 2′s right hand, giving it a small squeeze. That calmed him down a little only to start panicking again.

    “t...the human! bro, where’s the human?!”

     Subject 2 jumped at his brother’s outburst and looked over at the Human with confusion. They and Toby were fast asleep, apparently not hearing 1-S crying. They looked alright as far as he could tell.

    “THEY’RE SLEEPING OVER THERE, BROTHER. DO YOU WANT ME TO WAKE THEM UP FOR YOU?”

     After his brother frantically nodded, 2-P walked over to the Human and gently shook them awake. They let out a yawn and mumbled a ‘good morning’, only to become confused when they realized that the Lab’s lights were still off. They also saw Subject 2 standing there with a concerned look.

    “*You ask him if something’s wrong.”

    “HUMAN, MY BROTHER HAD A NIGHTMARE AND-”

     The Human didn’t need to hear anymore as they made their way over to the sobbing babybones. They scooped him up in their arms and rocked him while softly singing a lullaby. Subject 1 gripped their shirt as he sobbed into their chest. The Human ran their fingers against his skull while giving him parental kisses on the forehead. That’s when 1-S asked to see their right hand. The Human was confused but complied with his request. Seeing nothing unusual, Subject 1 completely calmed down.

    “*You ask him if he wants to talk about his dream.” ‘*He shakes his head...’

     The Human then suggested he sleep with them and Toby tonight. 1-S gave a nod at the idea so they motioned Subject 2 over. The Human had 2-P lay next to them while his brother sat in their lap. Toby fell back asleep on the opposite side. The Human gave 1-S soft pets until they heard light snores. Smiling warmly, they gave each brother a parental kiss. They then yawned, quickly being reminded of how exhausted they were. The Human closed their eyes and drifted off into dreamland.

(The Next Day)

    “WEEEEE! LIFT ME HIGHER, HUMAN!”

     The Human laughed as they lifted Subject 2 into the air and over their head. Gaster had to go set up something for the brothers so he told them to keep watch over the two. The brothers wanted to play a game so the Human made up one where they would lift up a brother in the air and run around. The two babybones loved it and would squeal with joy whenever as the Human ran around with them. It was in the middle of Subject 1′s turn when Gaster walked back in.

    “Human, please be careful with 1-S when you play with him. I have everything set up so I need him to come with me anyway.”

    “*You give him a thumbs-up and walk over to him carrying Subject 1.”

     When Subject 1 realized what was happening, he began freaking out and tried to get out of the Human’s arms.

    “no! don’t let him take me, human!”

     Concerned and confused, the Human put him down on the floor to see what was wrong. Before they could, however, Subject 1 broke free from their grasp and ran out of the room. Subject 2 immediately ran after him. Gaster was about to go after him as well but the Human stopped him.

    “*You tell Gaster to stay put.” ‘*He gives a wary look.’

    “What do you mean ‘stay put’, Human? I can’t just-”

     They gave him a gentle shoulder grab to get his attention. He saw by the look on their face that it would be best for him to stay behind. The Human left the room in search of the brothers. They found them sitting in the hallway with Subject 1 sobbing uncontrollably while his brother tries to comfort him. The Human went over and sat beside him.

    “*You ask him if everything’s alright.”

    “-sniff- d...don’t let him hurt me, human.”

    “*You ask him what makes him think Gaster would hurt him.”

     That’s when Subject 1 finally broke down and told his brother and the Human about his nightmare. He told of how he found 2-P with a metal plate on his hand and blaming him for it, how he tried to save the Human but was too late, and then lastly how he was strapped to a table to get one attached as well. After 1-S finished talking, he started crying again. The Human and his brother brought him in a group hug.

    “DO NOT WORRY, BROTHER! HE HASN’T HURT YOU, THE HUMAN, AND ME YET. IN FACT, HE SEEMS HAPPIER SINCE THE HUMAN CAME!”

    “*You reassure him that Gaster may be grumpy at times, but he would never cause harm to anyone.”

     As they petted him, 1-S realized that everything they said was true. Despite Gaster being mean at times, he never showed any malice intent. He gave sigh of relief and giggled as the Human placed a parental kiss on his forehead. He felt safe in their arms, knowing there will no harm done to anyone.

     Unbeknownst to the three of them, Gaster was listening in on the conversation. He got a heavy feeling in his chest when Subject 1 told of his nightmare. Was this what guilt felt like...? As he walked back into the room, he wondered if that nightmare was just cruel imagination or just some form of foreshadowing...

Note: Looks like the brothers’ and the Human’s bond has grown stronger! Thank for everyone for reading and I hope the wait wasn’t too long. You guys have been really creative with the requests lately so I’m gonna have lots of fun writing those! Thank you so much for reading! I love all of you! Requests are always welcomed! Stay tuned for more.

[just-kessho]

Ambrosia: Dazai Happiness Week

[Day 5] Dancing

AU: None

Warnings: None

[Day 1] [Day 2] [Day 3] [Day 4] [Here] [Day 6] [Day 7]

 Song fic (Sugar Song and Bitter Step)

 It’s not something that [Name] would pick to kill the time… especially when the agency (and her own organisation – if it can even qualify as one as it only had two members, and that includes the boss/founder himself! – helped) just closed a particularly exhausting case that contained a bigger threat than presumed.

Thus like dominos falling, the members that were dragged in involved somehow stockpiled as this job dragged on. And that led us to now, with the whole of the agency in this spacious room that… will probably stink of a rotten stench of vomit and alcohol as soon as the first rays of sun light breaks through.

Oh wait, judging by the opened bottles that formerly housed fine wine and sparkling campaign that was perhaps worth more than Dazai’s life insurance – when he finally decides to get one, that is.

What sort of place were they in?

A room that should be the range in the 80s, and if the disco ball that hung as the central masterpiece didn’t really give away where they currently were enjoying themselves (and by that, I mean drinking their problems and traumas away), the lights that flashed red, green, yellow… all the vibrant colours that were available to the human eye, thus making [Name] wonder whether she was high or not, pained with the thunderous music that were blasted should make you put everything together.

Yes, the Armed Detective Agency and The Office were having a private party that only the chosen (i.e. only those who worked in the two organisations) were invited.

Hmm… but seeing Atsushi being swung round and round like that traditional sport originating in Scotland by Naomi, and Kunikida’s glass seemingly to contain endless wine for him to drink (that probably has something to do with the fact that Yosano was next to him) thus making the colour on his cheeks imitate the colour of the wine more and more as the night went on, even [Name] had to pinch herself just to make sure that this wasn’t a dream.

And she pinched her cheek harder when Sugar Song and Bitter Step came next… blaring the singer’s voice throughout the whole room for everybody to hear.

 I’ve gotten used to this super-natural-cataclysm-like-madness

That I mistake this daily life for peace

Shaken around by the rambling coaster

What is the thing I can’t loose sight of?

 Hey, hey, hey. When did the lyrics resonate with her so much?

“The thing that I can’t loose sight of?” she repeated, eyes unconsciously setting on her brunette of a boyfriend – who was, might I add, doing the fucking worm on the dance floor.

Dazai Osamu, the demon prodigy of the Port Mafia, who could break a human being in under one minute, doing the worm?!

 Swallowed by the concept of fundamental equality

It feels like even my heart is an et cetera

Hate it! Love it! If you don’t speak out clearly

You’re no different from a doll

 All right, that that last sentence was weirdly called out for… [Name] was often compared to a doll in her younger years. But looking back on her having as much personality and emotion as a wooden door was absolutely nothing seeing the intoxicated state that Dazai was in.

Granted, she was 98% sure that he wasn’t really drunk, but being the drama queen that he was, it was almost guaranteed that he would act like he was drunk like, thirty minutes into this party.

Still, the way he twirled around, the blue blazer flared around like… like a miniskirt (wait, that simile was horrible – eh, [Name]’s going to blame it on the delicious wine in her glass… she might had one too many) and the carefree laughter that soon accompanied were music to her ears – more so than the song that was playing.

 In the crowds of people moving through the night city streets

Some seem happy, some seem lonely

The contrast skips around the music staff

And turns into song and rhythm

“Lonely”, huh?

Even when she wasn’t, strictly speaking, in the city streets, strolling along in the streets much like what [Name] does when the sweet dreamland that awaits her did not come, this place does really echo what was sang in the song. As the agency’s newest member, Kyouka, seemed rather… uncomfortable (and that description was mild) when she first stepped foot in this room wearing an attire that was more formal for parties such as this one, looking as though she would rather be anywhere but here.

It somehow prompted an instinct and a burn in the chest of [Name] that she could not put a finger on… for reasons unknown, she had to suppress a wave of emotion that wanted her to just run up to the girl and show her the time of her life tonight (Port Mafia wasn’t known for generosity and ‘fun times’). But she suppressed it, as while the two did converse, most of the times the topic ran itself out and so an awkward silence would reside over the two.

Besides, [Surname] [Name] personally wasn’t known as someone that worries over people and/or known as a kind woman who would do anything for her friends (unless that person is Dazai Osamu but let her catch you say that, and you wound end up missing a few fingers).

Thankfully, Atsushi directed her to the refreshments where they had a lovely time together – well, until Naomi dragged the poor boy to the centre of the stage and swung him round like a toy.

… And Izumi Kyouka wasn’t the only one who was lonely.

And her eyes glanced over to Dazai (who was… was he doing the Mexican wave now?!) again.

His movements weren’t controlled… that was a good thing. In dark times several years back, every movement that he made was almost robotic and… inhuman to the point of [Name] wanting to even dissect Dazai just to fuel her curiosity of whether he truly was a human, or a robot wanting to understand humans.

And his predictions, which were – and are – frighteningly accurate did not help much.

Still, now his movements were so carefree and fluid now that the metaphorical puppet strings that were stitched painfully into his skin (no doubt by Mori) were cut.

Honestly, it made her happy.

… But once again, [Surname] [Name] will blame her change in mood on the alcohol.

Marmalade and sugar song, peanuts and bitter step

It’s sweet and bitter and my head seems to be spinning around

Let’s head for south-southwest and keep the party going on

It will be a night to amaze the whole world

I feel fantastic; form a chain and reflect

Huh, she must say, being beside him does have its ups and downs. Her world did – and will continue to – spin around, not that she was complaining.

For as long as the smile – that genuine smile stays on Dazai’s face, then she wholeheartedly wouldn’t mind to continue spinning around him.

“[Name]-chan, dance with me!”

Wait, wait, wait, wait!

“No!”

“Come on!”

“No, no, no, no way, no way, no way!”

But her complains landed on deaf ears. One hand in [Name]’s, the other hand snatching away the glass and tossing it somewhere (oh dear, she hoped no one would have to pay for the damage that they inflicted on this place…), Dazai lead her straight among the non-ability office workers of ADA and twirled her around, all the while filling her ears with his laughter.

Hmm… perhaps she should entertain him for tonight.

Marmalade and sugar song, peanuts and bitter step

Ranpo was, as expected, filling his stomach in the dessert section of the refreshments, not understanding the term of ‘sharing’ at all as he continued to literally inhale every sweet edibles straight in him. Beside him, Fukuzawa said nothing, though he did drink from his wine glass at regular intervals. Perhaps it was his way of letting the agency’s best (self-proclaimed, though nobody would disagree) detective have a break.

It’s sweet and bitter and my head seems to be spinning around

The Tanizaki siblings were dancing with each other once again, now that Naomi finally, finally let Atsushi off. Their synchronised laughter could be heard even above the song that was playing.

Let’s head for south-southwest and keep the party going on

Kunikida and Yosano were still pouring wine in each of their glasses, and Vesalius Andreas, [name]’s uncle and boss, joined them with his cheeks already a red colour. None of then once stopped to re-evaluate what they were doing.

Ah well, if they were enjoying themselves, fully, then what were anyone to do? Even if the three are going to wake up tomorrow feeling like the end of the world as they know it – which they, spoiler alert, did.

It will be a night to amaze the whole world

Atsushi and Kyouka left the refreshments table and started to dance, as invited by Kenji (who had the brightest smile on his face, it had the power of a thousand suns now that the two joined him). Never have Kyouka once shown an expression like that in all her thirteen years at the mafia… or rather, when she is alive.

I feel fantastic;

(Yeah, [Name] really does feel fantastic. Right next to the dancing brunette who had the brightest smile on his face – which was foreign and unknown to the eighteen year old of four years ago. This was fine.

This is fine.)

form a chain and reflect

Goes on; fun leaves, hardship leaves and fun comes again!

Guess who’s three days late.

@dazaixhappinessweek2k19

[lemonclemontadmin]

Bonnie’s Nightmare Oneshot

Psst @tiredclemont this is just the start of the Lemon boi angst >:3 

Night time had long fallen upon Kalos and everyone in the cities have begun to drift into dreamland after a hard day’s work. Lumiose City is one of them and the city of light still glowed like it was named for. Locals can still be seen outside, but they’re lesser than in the day for most have already gone to bed. The Lémons are just getting to that after having their supper before bed. Tonight however was a bit different for it was just the kids and their Pokemon at home. Meyer and his Ampharos are out tending to a customer in a farther city. So that night, it was just Clemont and Bonnie and the older sibling was put in charge of things.

Luckily for him, Bonnie had been on her best behaviour today and all Clemont had as a downside by day’s end was Bonnie getting dirty after playing - Which rewarded the little girl a fun shower from the hose in the backyard. The little girl had long fallen asleep with Dedenne in her arms afterward and Clemont had gone to his own room not long after. The day has come and gone perfectly leading to the next few hours of night calm. The two siblings and their Pokemon managed to sleep ever so peacefully as well. However, it wasn’t until sometime later when the slumber of a certain little girl was interrupted by fear. In her bed, she was frowning. She was restlessly tossing and turning...

Bonnie woke up to find herself in a strange place. Something about it seemed familiar somehow. Judging by the many contraptions, the glass chamber and dozens of controls littering the room, it appeared to be a part of someone’s laboratory. It was dark with only the dimly glowing green illuminating everything in sight. The light came from the glass chamber containing a few Zygarde cores, the very ones Xerosic still had and Bonnie had seen them when she, Ash, Pikachu and Serena together with Greninja broke in to save Clemont… Wait a minute.

“That big man with red glasses...”

The girl muttered to herself in recalling as her eyes have widened with fear. She had seen that Team Flare member a few times in the past and those times weren’t the prettiest - They made Bonnie mostly angry and at the same time, terrified. First, her beloved Squishy was forced to rampage after Xerosic managed to control it with that machine. And the next, Xerosic, during his search for Zygarde cells, had come across Bonnie and the others and kidnapped Clemont to later turn him into the first ‘Advanced Human’ with the same device used to control Squishy.

The more she thought about it, the more anxious Bonnie became as she slowly realised. This is the exact same lab where she together with Ash, Serena and Greninja broke in to save Clemont only to find him ‘brainwashed’ by Xerosic. “W-What am I doing here? Dedenne? Clemont? A-Anybody?” Blue eyes continued to scan the area with rising fear and the urge to burst into tears. Nobody is in sight except for her and fear rocketed within her - The strange absence of the elephant in the room isn’t making things any better. Where is Xerosic? And where is her brother? Ash and Serena can’t be here anymore, Bonnie knew. They’ve already gone to different places now. So that leaves only Clemont…

“Well, well, well. Look what we have here~!”

A crude, taunting voice belonging to a man made Bonnie squeak with surprise. The next thing she knew, she found herself face to face with a very familiar face; The last face that Bonnie never, ever, wanted to remember. The pale skinned figure stepped out of the dark corners of the lab and the lighting illuminated his crimson lenses and uniform. His dark smile is enough to send Bonnie into hysterics, but she tried to act brave, putting on her ‘fierce’ face. “Y-You again?! How did you get out? I thought the Officer Jennys put you away forever!”

Xerosic pretended to look shocked and had a hand to his chest in ‘fear’. “Oh they did, did they? Ha! That’s priceless!” He smirked with a snap of his fingers to summon two Pokemon from the shadows - Crobat and Malamar. “They are no match for me and oh! They definitely won’t be once they face Team Neo Flare in full power once again! All of you will pay for foiling with my plans and you will all bow down, before me!” He cackled nastily before the girl and Bonnie was shaking terribly. Her eyes darted around her in desperate search for only one person.

“C-Clemont? Clemont where are you?” Bonnie’s voice was high with anxiety that’s threatening to burst any second. No matter which angle she looked, there was no sign of her brother and her heart was pounding in her chest. She cried out at Xerosic, unable contain herself any longer. “You took him again didn’t you? Where is he? Where is my big brother!?”

The pale skinned man smiled eerily, suddenly looking as if Bonnie brought up something to be proud of. “Hmph, where he is as of now is highly classified. But since you asked me ‘so nicely’, I suppose I might as well tell you,” Xerosic took in the second of hopefulness on Bonnie’s expression before crushing that in an instant. “You see, the moment I slipped away from those Jennys I knew I was going to have that pathetic kid as the first to interfere with my plans of collecting all of the Zygarde cells again. So to spare myself from such trouble I did the one thing I should’ve done to him the first time I grabbed him…”

Xerosic chuckled and he casually paced before the child, hands rubbing like they were fresh from asphyxiating someone. “Ah you my dear had such a strong brother. You should have seen him when I had Malamar bring him in with psychic. Oh how he struggled, shouted, writhed like a Weedle until he broke free from the psychic. It’s a shame really, all his fighting is done for nothing.” His hands clenched together and a devilish grin formed on his face; Bonnie could have sworn she saw his lenses glint with evil.

Bonnie could no longer control her tears at this point. “I don’t understand.. W-What did you do to Clemont? What did you do?!” She screamed the last three words.

Xerosic only smiled more. “Do you really want to know?” He tittered before his smile turned sinister. “Fine then,” He pulled out a walkie-talkie device from his pocket to speak into it, never taking his manic gaze off of Bonnie. “Unit One, calling in Unit One! Please report to the lab, Xerosic out.” His words caused Bonnie to blink in utter confusion. Unit One? Those two words suddenly seemed familiar. It was fuzzy for Bonnie had only heard it once; But it wasn’t until she heard the sound of doors sliding open and smoke began to pour out.

A dark silhouette began to form in the fog and it was advancing towards the two. The only thing that stood out is the electric yellow light emitting from the visors. The figure’s shape grew clearer from the fog’s dissipating and it stopped. Now Bonnie could get a clear glimpse of the figure - But it was a face that made her heart stop. Her lower lip hung and quivered with tremendous shock, eyes never leaving the figure. No.. It can’t be!

The figure was no one other than her own brother.

Clemont stood stiffly before his master and Bonnie, the fog fully dying out now and his full appearance is revealed. The teenager is dressed in Team Flare uniform resembling what Xerosic and his cronies wore only it had a yellow pieces like the tie and even the lenses on his mechanical visors. The sixteen-year-old’s expression was a blank stare with his otherwise lifeless eyes being hidden behind the visor; Bonnie didn’t need seeing to believe that something is beyond off with her brother. But due to the negative worries ready to explode within her, the girl cried out to him in relief.

“Clemont! You’re alive! Did the big meanie hurt you?”

Poor Bonnie had no idea what she’s in for. In her sheer distress she expected at least one mention of her name from Clemont’s unmoving mouth - But there was none. The teen continued to stand emotionlessly in place and Xerosic began to chuckle, clearly amused by the little girl’s attempts. “Oh me? Hurt him? I did no such thing~!” He taunted in a singsong manner. He sauntered to Clemont and casually held the teen with one arm around him. “Your brother here is the one who let me do the job. All I did was threaten him with your life - Which means you are partly to blame in hurting him, my dear.”

Xerosic’s lenses glistened with evil and he cackled once more, enjoying the horrible shock on Bonnie’s face. His words played through her mind again and again. You’re the one who hurt him. The more she thought about it, the more she began to realise the truth in it and she could literally see the scenario in her head; Being stubborn as he is, Clemont refuses no matter how much agony is laid upon him - Until Xerosic resorted to a final blackmail that finally broke the gym leader into hysterics. It was then did Xerosic become satisfied and have Malamar knock out Clemont for the deed, ending the vision just like that.

Tears of anguish streamed down Bonnie’s face and she fell to her hands and knees. But as much as Xerosic’s words cut her like a knife, a part of her felt that it was only lies coming from the man; Clemont told her plenty about him after all.

 “You’re lying! My brother would never give in to you even if you’re controlling him!” She boldly retorted to Xerosic before setting her frightened, but desperation-filled eyes on Clemont. “Big Brother I know you can hear me in there! Please! Snap out of it! He’s controlling you again - You can’t let him do whatever he wants with you!”

Clemont did not move, nor did his expression falter even a bit.

Xerosic clicked in false sympathy and he brushed away a stray tear resulting from his laughter. “Oh your efforts are futile, child! He can’t hear you, not anymore!” He grinned at Clemont as he casually wrapped an arm around him. “You don’t hear a thing from that girl now do you Unit One?” He earned a stiff nod from Clemont and the man smirked at Bonnie. “See? Face it my dear. Your brother belongs to me now and together we will lead Team Neo Flare!”

The blonde child before him quivered terribly. She screwed her eyes shut. “N-No! My brother will never agree to that!”

Bonnie cried out with all bravery she could master. Despite that however, her eyes are leaking tears and Xerosic knew he’s succeeded in breaking her. Just one more push and he could either get Bonnie brainwashed and working for his side, or, he could have his ‘Unit One’ dispose of her corpse… The latter became his final option.

“My poor child. That is indeed true but I hate to tell you that at this point, your brother is gone. Dead the moment I shot him with my enhanced controlling system.” Xerosic wore a look of false pity. “But if it provides you any consolation, I made his last seconds of life at peace by promising that I wouldn’t turn you into an advanced human - Just like he badly pleaded me to.” He paused for dramatic effect. “Which is why I have another plan for you.”

Bonnie shakily looked up at him with teary eyes. “What are you going to do? … Kill me?”

Xerosic doubled over in a fit of laughter at Bonnie’s statement. “What? Me? Kill you? Oh no! No of course I wouldn’t do that heehee!” He shook his head in regaining himself - Before his expression morphed into an enormous grin. “He is.” He snapped his fingers at Clemont’s direction. “Unit One? I have a request for you.” He pointed towards Bonnie. “You see that girl over there? I want you to do the honors,” He reached into his uniform pocket to pull out a lethal looking weapon.

He gave the weapon to Clemont, and the teenager accepted it.

Bonnie’s blood turned cold at the terrible realisation; She felt faint. Brainwashed or not, surely Clemont would have fought hard against the option of pulling the trigger on his own sister? He can’t be that weak! Does he even know what he’s doing? She felt tears threaten to spill once again as she cast her distraught eyes on Clemont. “B-Big brother?”

As usual, not a response. Not a falter, nor a sound. But that was nothing compared to what happened next. Xerosic gave Clemont a nod, turning back to Bonnie. “She’ll be of no use to Team Neo Flare. Unit One, I want you to end her. Make it as painful as possible if you don’t mind.” And to his leader’s command, Clemont turned to face Bonnie, the yellow glass of his visors glinting with the mood to kill.

“As you wish, Xerosic sir.”

Clemont’s tone sounded mechanical; Lifeless as it had been the first time Bonnie heard it and it came crashing down to her. That was not her brother. Standing right before her is a mindless slave who is about to become the cause of her death.

Barely holding back a cry of terror, Bonnie began to stumble back in panic. She didn’t see Xerosic’s Malamar sweep behind her. A startled yelp escaped Bonnie’s mouth and she found herself being trapped by Malamar. The restrained girl tried to struggle against them but to no avail. Clemont already had the weapon pointed towards her and out came an ear-splitting sound. Bonnie’s life flashed before her eyes; Memories of her father, Ash and Serena.. And her brother; Back when he looked much more alive and made sure Bonnie is loved and cared for with his life. She will never see that again. The light cut off as Bonnie cried in pure agony - The last thing she said being a cry for her brother, and she saw him and Xerosic breaking into snide grins as they watched her die in her own blood…

“Ah!”

Bonnie shot up with a frenzied expression looking around wildly in her panic. Her pupils have shrunken from the anxiety and she found herself in her own bedroom. Was it only a bad dream? The girl had never been so freaked out by a nightmare - To her it felt so real, she even reached to her torso where she saw Clemont shoot her. There was none of course, but poor Bonnie was terrorized. Her panicked gaze set on the door and she sprinted out; Accidentally disturbing Dedenne and the mouse pokemon landed on the floor with a plop. 

“De ne? De ne ne!” The orange mouse squeaked and scampered after the upset Bonnie. She is going straight for her brother’s room. To her horror, the door was open and Clemont was not in bed. The covers looked like they have been thrown off in a haste, causing the fear to spike within Bonnie some more. “Oh no…” The girl began to hyperventilate as she scanned her surroundings. She bolted downstairs with that one horrifying thought in her mind; Xerosic has taken her brother.

“Clemont! Big brother where are you?! Clemmy!” 

Her terribly distraught cries for her older sibling rang throughout the house. There was no sign of Clemont in the house at all and it made Bonnie even more terrified. Unknown to her, her anguished cries aren’t unheard and they have reached the ears of a certain someone who was just outside the house - The one she was desperately looking for.

Clemont recognised the voice at once and it caused him to gasp, azure eyes filling with alarm; There was only one person in the house with that voice. “Bonnie?!” His head turned to the direction of the cries and they definitely belong to his sister. His anxiety and protective instinct raising, the teen wasted no time in going back to the house - Grabbing a broom along the way in case he needed to whack a burglar on the head. A dozen thoughts flooded his panicked mind at once. Had someone broken in? Was it a wild Pokemon? Was Bonnie hurt?

The back door was slammed open and Clemont ran in panting heavily. “Bonnie?! Bonnie where are you I’m right here! Bonnie!” His panic-filled eyes scanned the house for any sight of his distressed sister and any possible thief. He stiffened upon hearing hurried footsteps from upstairs and was quick to raise the broom in preparing to make a hit, thinking it was a stranger attempting to make a getaway. He braced himself as the footsteps grew faster and louder; He stopped himself from swinging the broom down the moment Bonnie came running in crying.

“Big brother! Big brother you’re okay! You’re okay!”

Clemont nearly fell back when Bonnie went colliding into him in a tight squeeze. “Of course I’m okay. Why wouldn’t I be-!” His words were cut short by the cries - Bonnie was wailing loudly in his waist and wrapping it in a vice-grip embrace. The older brother gasped when he felt just how scared his sister is. He could feel her heart literally pounding in her chest and he could immediately tell from her intense crying - This is not an ordinary display of fear; Bonnie was deathly terrified and never did Clemont see her cry like this.

The elder couldn’t help but wonder what made Bonnie  like this. Asking her was out of the question for the girl was too upset and Clemont focused on calming her down first; He knelt to her level to take her in his arms, softly hushing the child all the while whispering soothing words to her. “It’s okay Bonnie, I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere,” Clemont gently rubbed her back as the young girl continued to cry. Her sobs slowly began to grow lesser, but that did not slow down her rapid pulse, or her unsteady breathing and sobbing. It wasn’t long before Clemont felt Bonnie’s legs give way beneath her and the girl nearly slid off him if it weren’t for his hold on her. Bonnie had passed out…

About half an hour since she lost consciousness, Bonnie began to stir and she opened her eyes halfway. They were still slightly red and puffy from her crying fit and her cheeks had dried tear stains running down. “Hmm..” She groaned a bit and sat up. She was greeted by the familiar scent of lemon, paper and metal, a comforting combination of smell she often found around Clemont. The girl took in her surroundings and she realised she is in Clemont’s room. Beside her, Dedenne had just sensed his caretaker’s awake and he nuzzled Bonnie’s arm.

Bonnie took a deep breath and she stroked the Pokemon behind the ears. “I’m okay Dedenne.. I was just worried for Clemmy that’s all.” She murmured to which Dedenne looked in sad wonder. He continued to nuzzle Bonnie’s palm as a soothing motion for his caretaker. It lasted until Clemont returned to the room and Bonnie felt her earlier anxiety grip her again. She tried not to break down again. “Big brother,” She squeaked out and she was immediately swathed in the arms of her brother. She caught a glimpse of how worried Clemont was for her and looking back, she realised that she had been a crying wreck before passing out. “I’m sorry for being a big crybaby. I didn’t mean to.”

She was hushed by Clemont at that sentence and the elder looked at her with softness. “You shouldn’t apologise for being scared Bonnie. It’s especially okay for everybody to cry sometimes when they are,” He swallowed briefly and continued to caress his sister on the head, just as she loved it whenever she was sad. Now came the stressing part; Getting Bonnie to talk to him. “Why were you worrying about me? I never went far away - I was only near our backyard because I couldn’t sleep.”

Bonnie averted her gaze. A small part of her is afraid to tell Clemont in fear of hurting his feelings. But when she met Clemont’s eyes, she was emotionally stung in seeing how sad and worried her brother is - She can see it in his eyes. It was a sight her heart can never say no to. She sighed looking down, knowing she’ll have to tell him. “I was worrying about you because of this really bad dream I had. I was in this lab. It was dark, and scary… It’s the exact same one we were in last time. And then I saw him...”

Clemont looked tense. “Who did you see?”

Bonnie screwed her eyes shut to fight back tears. “It was that big meanie with the red clothes. The one who took Squishy’s friends, and you.” Her description caused Clemont to look disturbed. Bonnie began to cling to him. “I asked him what he’s doing back there and he said he was going to start his Team again to finish what he started..” She snivelled a bit and Clemont snapped out of his stunned silence. His heart now dreaded to hear the rest of Bonnie’s story. But his need to comfort her outweighed that. “... Did Xerosic do anything else?” He regretted asking that in an instant when Bonnie began to cry into his chest. Clemont internally cursed himself. He rubbed Bonnie’s back. “You don’t have to tell me.. You can stop right there.”

But Bonnie did not. She shook her head in between sobs. “N-No.. I can do it! I can’t hide this from you…” She whimpered and felt around for Clemont’s hand due to her eyes being shut and her face is buried in her brother - The elder sibling took it in his, giving it assuring squeezes. “I got you, don’t worry.” Bonnie looked at him and she sniffled. ‘Don’t let go.’ Her teary eyes seemed to say.

She rubbed her eyes, and she began to continue. “So that big man wanted to start Team Neo Flare again and continue his plans to catch Squishy’s friends. And then I got scared. I started to look for you but you weren’t there! And that was when he told me.. He said he caught you! A-And he wasn’t going to let you stop him so he did something really scary…” She began to hiccup in sobs. Her hold on Clemont’s hand grew tighter. “I-I didn’t know what it w-was at first… B-But then he started to c-call for someone… And y-you appeared!” She grew hysterical at this point. “Y-You looked exactly like that bad man’s workers and when I t-tried to call you *sob* you d-didn’t listen and he said *sob* he said you were gone! You couldn’t hear me anymore And… and… He told you to kill me and when you did.. *sob* That’s when I woke up..”

The room became deathly silent save for Bonnie’s muffled crying. Clemont had never felt so anguished in his life. He killed his own sister in her dream! Hearing this kind of nightmare coming from Bonnie stabbed his heart deeper than the sharpest object and it was something that disturbed him far more than his own nightmare. It may have only been a dream but the fact that it was so realistic enough to scare Bonnie like that and is not to mention, based on an actual event, it sickened the teen to the core. The thought alone of him being partial nightmare fuel for Bonnie is enough to send Clemont into tears - But he can’t, not in front of his sister. She needs him.

With a shuddered breath and rapid blinks to fight tears, Clemont scooped Bonnie onto his lap to hug her close to his heart. “Oh Bonnie that’s terrible I.. I’m so sorry you had to dream of something like that,” He sounded guilty at that, but then he swallowed it down. He gently ran his fingers through Bonnie’s hair and looked into her eyes. “But as scary it is, nightmares are never real and this one is definitely no different, I swear to Arceus. You’re my little sister and I promised that I’d always love and protect you no matter what; Not even Xerosic can ever make me break that promise.”

Bonnie looked up at him with tears. “R-Really?”

Clemont nodded. “Really.” He sighed wearily with a hand running across his head. “Honestly? After that last encounter it’s gonna take a lot more out of Xerosic to turn me into his slave.” He felt the twinge of guilt creep up his heart and he held Bonnie closer. He felt the girl whimper and cling to him. “It’s really scary, Big Brother, and I don’t know what to do…” She looked up with puppy eyes. “Can you invent something that will get rid of nightmares forever? If you do I promise I’ll eat all of my veggies for a whole year and I’ll even do all of your chores! I just want that big meanie to stop bothering me at night.”

The older brother just gazed at her, before melting into a knowing expression. Though he couldn’t help but chortle at the girl’s offers - And feel heartbroken for her at the same time. “Actually Bonnie, I can’t. Because getting rid of nightmares without inventions is already possible,” He paused before smiling suggestively. “And I happen to know the best method known to mankind.” In response, Bonnie tilted her head curiously. “You do? What is it?”

Clemont smiled gently at her. “This,” He reached to hoist Bonnie up so he could lie on the other side of the bed beside her. He allowed the girl to rest her head over one of his arms and laid the other around her - Drawing the girl close in a way that Bonnie is nestled close to his chest and Clemont’s chin is atop her head. Bonnie’s forehead was pressed lightly against her brother where she could feel the soft, rhythmic beating of his heart. It slowly but gradually began to sooth the child the longer she listened - The loving touch of her brother making her feel more comfortable and she felt safe.

Bonnie curled up against her brother with a small smile. “I.. I actually feel much better now.” Her eyes have widened slightly with curious realisation. True to her words, she felt much more calm and her frightened state from earlier had simmered down to nothing. She hardly felt scared anymore; Clemont felt relieved at this. “It may not be able to make nightmares disappear in an instant, but believe me, hugs can help people a lot, especially when they’re scared.” He paused in recalling an old memory with a wistful sigh. “It was mom and uncle Colress who believed in that when they were kids and mom told this to me when I had my first nightmare.”

“She did?” Bonnie’s face lit up with surprise. “Wow I didn’t know that!” She smiled as she was given a pet to the head by the teen. “But now you do,” Clemont chuckled and he let Bonnie cuddle against him some more. The elder exhaled softly and stroked his sister’s hair. Part of him isn’t ready to let Bonnie on her own the rest of the night. “I think it’s best you stay with me tonight. Is that okay with you?”

The little girl lifted her head up, her expression innocent. “I was gonna ask you that, but thanks Clemmy!” Clemont could only chortle in amusement. “No problem. Anything for my little sister,” He gave Bonnie’s forehead a soft kiss and the two siblings slept in each other’s embrace; Bonnie did not get disrupted a single time after that. Her slumber is finally made at peace and it’s all thanks to the one she called her Big Brother.

[rubynationwins]

Kiddo Part 3(Final Chapter!!)-A Castiel x reader fanfic

Modern day AU

Summary: What can a girl do when the guy she’s loved since middle school still calls her “kiddo”? Well, maybe a night no one expected and a few too many drinks will change everything.

Warnings: Smutty smut smut!!! Oral-male receiving, P in V, fluffy too, Not angst but feelings ig???? Age gap kinda

Word Count: 5360(who wlda thought two characters boinking wld take so many words lmao)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 (smut) / Kiddo Series Masterlist / Main Masterlist

Author’s Note: I can’t believe I just wrote & posted my first complete fanfic series!!! It was super fun and you bet ur ass I have other ideas-keep ur eyes out for some Sammy stuff;) I am still blown away so many people enjoyed my writing and left such kind and encouraging comments; as an “author” I need constant validation thx. Also! Writing smut is wayyyyy different than reading it and I hope it is super sexy and shit for y’all. This series may have started off as an idea in my head during a long ass car ride and has changed a lot from my first inspo, but I really like how it ended up turning out! Btw don’t hesitate to talk to me!!! I will probs annoy u but just a thought;P

Hope you enjoy!

-Ruby

Two. Hours. I have been wide awake, lying on an incredibly uncomfortable bed and staring at shitty wallpaper; all the while wishing I would just die and/or fall asleep. For TWO! HOURS! The second I closed my eyes to drift off into dreamland my brain lit up like a switchboard.

That was two hours ago. I had tried counting sheep, going over equations I was supposed to memorize for class, replaying boring scenes from movies in my mind; anything I could think of to shut my brain off. My current method of tiring myself out was singing tunes from Fiddler on the Roof to myself whilst doing my best to keep quiet and lay still so I didn’t wake Cas. The Waves of heat radiating from his back were causing me to stumble over the lyrics. My mind was solely focused on his proximity, it was pure torture to keep from reaching out to pull him even closer. I had created a makeshift divider between us using a flimsy pillow but it was doing nothing to mask the intimacy of the situation.

As I finished the chorus of Sunrise, Sunset for the third time in one minute, the bed abruptly shifted from the sudden loss of Cas’s weight. The soft sound of sluggish footsteps filled the silent room before pausing and a door creaked up. With the click of a light switch, the previous darkness was cast in a hazy, distant light. Cas kept fairly silent while he rummaged around the bathroom. The sound of gushing water echoed around the room as the toilet finished flushing.

I expected Cas to mimic his previous actions and discreetly turn off the light and go back to sleep. However, his returning footsteps stilled a ways away from the bed and the wall my eyes were trained on was still partially cast in an unnatural yellow glow. I kept still, assuming he was half asleep and disoriented. What I was least expecting was Cas’s quiet voice ringing through the stale air of the cramped room.

“Can’t sleep either?” His already deep voice had even more grit to it from little use and it sent a wave of heat straight to my nether regions. As much as I wanted to disappear and never think of this whole experience again, I gave in to Cas seeing through my faux sleep, and turned on my side to peer at his silhouette. He was casually leaning against the wall across from me and I could vaguely make out his tousled hair and piercing eyes. Smirking, Cas pushed off the wall and slowly strode towards the bed. I felt my heartbeat immediately spike, all my alarms were blaring inside me from the almost predatory look in his eyes. He paused next to the side table and shifted his focus from me. The room was lit up even more as he turned on the lamp. He returned his eyes to mine and the animalistic flare was nowhere to be seen. I must have imagined it...

“Well, looks like neither of us is used to sleeping with another person in the bed,” His soft chuckle lightened the tense air, “Might as well find a useful way to spend our time…How about we catch up, for real? Maybe if we’re super detailed we’ll just bore each other to sleep.” Cas flopped back on top of the covers and peered at me expectantly.

I was at a loss for words. Five years ago I swooned at the prospect of spending even a minute alone with Cas. Now I held his sole attention and he was staring at me with those stupidly poignant eyes and I was so going to fuck this up. At this point, I needed to break the awkward silence forming by any means necessary.

“Um...so, have you been awake this whole time too?” I wanted to throw myself in front of a train. Really?! Small talk about our freaking sleep patterns?? How very compelling and sexy of you, Y/N. Maybe this will escalate into a whole conversation about how much REM sleep each of us achieves in an average night! A perfect way to reel in a man.

Cas didn’t seem to notice my inner panic, or he was so taken aback by the strange question he didn’t even notice my easily visible anxiety. Graciously, instead of being weirded out, he simply adjusted his weight to rest on his elbows, thinking of an answer, “Yeah, I guess that is kinda weird. It’s just been a long day and I was hoping my body would kick in and force me to shut down. Obviously, my plan did not work.”

His line of sight was fixated on the ceiling and I glanced up, trying to discern if any of the stains above us were cause to worry. Cas side-eyed my relaxed position, smiling, “I must have been pretty amazing at fake sleeping if you never noticed. Maybe all this time I should have pursued a career as a living statue; screw the law firm. You though, Y/N, you suck at keeping still. I seriously can't imagine you could get any actual rest if you fidgeted that much while asleep.”

“Hey!” I mocked offense, glaring at him. Well, at least our literal pillow talk wasn’t as terrible as I had thought it’d be. I forgot how charming Cas could be. He could honestly make anything sound interesting. We talked for a while; mostly discussing superficial topics or telling cringy Dad jokes. On multiple occasions, I had to stop myself from staring at him for too long. It had always been a challenge to be discrete around Cas. Now we were completely alone and I had nothing to distract my eyes from lingering on his mouth-watering biceps or thick thighs.

I was in the middle of ranting about my job at one of my college’s concession stands. Attempting to keep my outer appearance relaxed I casually leaned back against the headboard while outstretching my legs under the thin comforter. Cas was in a similar position except he sat on top of the covers. Both of his legs were splayed out in front of him, his tempting thighs constantly drawing my eyes downward. I had been trash-talking my manager for a few minutes when I noticed Cas hadn’t commented during any of my recent rantings like he had before. Pausing, I  turned to find Cas’s gaze traveling up and down my body.

I gave myself a once over, adjusting any clothing item or misplaced hair that held his attention. “W-What? Is my bedhead really that terrible?” I stammered, smoothing down any tangles I could find, seriously starting to panic.

Taking mercy on my hectic state Cas seemed to break from his trance, quickly averting his eyes. To my surprise, his cheeks turned a bright shade of red. “Shit! Sorry, just...I can’t stop thinking about how much you’ve changed since fucking high school. It’s jarring; I swear just yesterday you were scrambling around the halls of high school as a scrawny freshman running to make it to class. Somehow that girl has grown up and managed to get a shitty job,” He teased, playfully nudging my shoulder.

Cas’s earlier recommendation of talking until we fell asleep must have been successful because I had to be dreaming. There was no way Cas was finally acknowledging I wasn’t still a puny freshman. I had to be imagining this. How had my relationship with Cas developed more in five hours than in all the years we have known each other? What the fuck universe?! Thanks for the curve ball!

Not being able to properly grasp the situation I brushed off his affectionate words, convincing myself I was reading into them too deeply. I tried to play off his playful banter, “Come on Cas, let’s be honest, I never ran to make it to class. I had at least fifty tardies freshman year alone.” Oh. My. God. I could feel the previous tension between us slip away and see the chances of me and Cas vanishing into oblivion.

While I zoned out, mauling over how I was going to escape this friend-zone hole I had dug myself, Cas went back to reminiscing about high school. As much as I loved Cas and honestly just wanted to be in his life again, I knew I couldn’t withhold my feelings for him any longer. I had forgotten how he truly warmed my heart with only his presence and I didn’t want our time together to be excluded from family and friend gatherings every few years. At the same time, however, I was picturing watching him as a friend from the sidelines find someone and start a life with them when I never even mustered up the courage to tell him I wanted to be that someone.

I didn’t let my mind overthink it, I couldn’t chicken out. Right as Cas finished the classic story about when Tim and I got our wisdom teeth out on the same day, I blurted out, “You know what’s super funny about school? My giant ass crush on you started way back then!”

All the air in the room stood still, the time it took Cas to process what I had basically just shouted in his face was the most anxiety-ridden 5 seconds of my life. Then, instead of shooting me down stone-cold, he did the last thing I was expecting. Cas burst out laughing, “No fucking way! Really? Now that I think about it, that explains so much, Y/N! I thought you were just shy around guys for some reason because you always acted differently around me than your other friends. Fuck, looking back, yeah, I was so oblivious! Fucking crazy…” His laughs finally diminished and I was left in shock. It took me a beat to process that Castiel wasn’t actually mocking my feelings, he assumed my crush had ended since then. And I guess he was somewhat right, it did. Being with him tonight had resurrected the feelings I held for him and brought them into a new light for me.

Well, now I’ve made it a thousand times more awkward and difficult for me to reveal my current affection. What if he reacted the same way, or worse, what if he says I’m a creep for still liking him. When I go back to college I’m never coming home again. No. No, I needed to tell him, I know Cas wouldn’t play with my heart if I told him the truth. He wasn’t an idiot, and he wouldn’t be so cruel. The most I could hope for was to be let down gently, but then I could finally accept the official rejection and we could move on with our lives. Maybe over time even develop a real friendship. I hesitantly glanced at him and he dopily smiled back at me. Ok, maybe he was an idiot, but he was an idiot I was in love with.

“You’re still oblivious, Cas,” he turned his head in confusion, but before he could question my outburst I lunged toward him. Reaching forward I brought his face to mine. Almost as soon as my lips touched his I pulled back, shocked at my brashness and stumbling for a plausible apology.

Before I could make a coherent sentence or follow my gut instinct and glee the room Cas gripped my arms and tugged me back into his embrace, this time catching me off guard. I gasped against his lips and he took advantage, dipping his wet tongue past my parted lips. The kiss had my toes curling from the intensity. Cas had completely caught me off guard and I was at his utter mercy. It took me a little before I realized I wasn’t gaveling the best dream ever. As soon as I had that premonition I reciprocated his advances with matching ferocity.

Our movements were fast and untamed as if both of us were fulfilling fantasies we had long since buried. One of Cas’s hands was wrapped around the nape of my neck, angling my head for easier access. His other hand pressed against my lower back, keeping our bodies close together. My own hands couldn’t decide what to do; they switched between frantically clawing at his back trying to get him even closer, to clutching handfuls of his already messy hair. I wasn’t sure if the best part about tugging his locks was the obscene sounds it pulled from him or the satisfaction it gave me knowing for once I was the cause of his disheveled mane.

Desperately needing to feel more of him I swung a leg over his lap, effectively straddling him. In all my dreams and fantasies I never imagined Cas to be so vocal, and I was not complaining. I bristled at the indecent sounds I was extracting from the normally stoic man. Every time I stroked my tongue against the roof of his mouth, ran my nails down his back or sucked at a certain spot at the base of his neck he would emit a sigh or a moan or a fucking whine that sent blood rushing to the apex of my thighs.

I wasn’t any better, Cas made me a moaning mess as soon as his kisses started to trail down my jaw and neck, sucking and nipping at my sensitive skin. He continued his lewd ministrations, planting open-mouthed kisses along my collarbone and shoulders. His hands ghosted down my sides, coming to rest at the base of my(his) oversized sleep shirt.

He paused, breaking away from the hickey he had been sucking at the base of my neck. As he took the bottom of the offending material in his fists, his lust-blown gaze met my own, “Are you sure you want to go on? We don’t have to, I won’t pressure you to do anything. We can take this slow, Y/N.”

The pure restraint in his gravelly voice could have been enough for me to cum right at that moment, “Yes, god yes I want to Cas. You don’t know how much I’ve wanted this for so long,” there was something he had said which surprised me though, “I just want you to know I understand this is a one time only deal. I don’t expect tonight to lead to anything or change our relationship. You aren’t taking advantage of me and I won’t be offended if y-“

“Y/N!” He let out an exaggerated sigh/giggle and gently lifted my face to meet his deep-set eyes. I peered into them, and there was something sparkling in those ethereal orbs of his I couldn’t quite put a name to.

“Yeah?” I meekly asked, affectionately running a hand through his sweaty hair.

He leaned into my caress, a soft smile gracing his lips, “Obviously I am incredibly attracted to you, and all I can think about right now is fucking you until your legs are numb. You’re beautiful, smart, quick-witted, kind, and someone I’ve always admired from a distance. You may have put me on a pedestal but honestly, I’m not sure if I’m good enough for you. I know I can come off as distant and overprotective sometimes, but I’ve always cared about you maybe a little too much. Someday you’ll realize I have a habit of denying myself the things I really want; forcing myself to settle for less, convincing myself I’m not good enough. But tonight, being with you again… These feelings I have for you may be as deeply developed as yours for me, but I want this to go further than just tonight. Do you really just want this to end once we leave this hotel room? I have a feeling that’s not what you truly want, is it?”

Words were lost to me. A tear rolled down my cheek, which Cas lightly wiped away. I carefully took his hand in mine, squeezing it as to answer him. Knowing he needed more proof than that, I softly pressed a kiss to his mouth and nodded my head yes, still unable to utter a word. Cas’s faint smile turned into a bright grin, and he wrapped me in a tight hug. We stayed in that blissful embrace for what felt like an eternity until I remembered what we were about to do before pouring out all these emotions.

I moved out of his arms and we both gawked at each other, the gears turning in our heads as to how to recover the previously steamy vibe. I shifted on Cas’s lap and realized the pause in our makeout session had done nothing to assuage his growing member. Getting an idea I swiftly lifted my baggy shirt over my head, tossing it aside. Cas’s breath hitched at the sight of my newly exposed skin, and I briefly thanked past me for wearing my sexy maroon lace bra. I gave Cas enough time to enjoy the view but when he lifted a hand to touch, I put a hand on his chest, stopping him. He followed suit when I pressed forward and he leaned back against the pillows, adjusting them so he could still see what I was up to. Smirking at him, I moved to rest on my hands and knees. Cas let out a husky groan as I slowly ran my hand over the notable tent in his shorts. His muscular thighs tensed as I leaned forward and slowly licked at his semi-hard cock through his clothes. My hand moved to cup his balls, squeezing them as I continued licking at his growing length.

The restraint Cas displayed as I teased him was enough for me to take pity on his wrecked state. When I finally pulled his shorts and boxers down, releasing his impressive member, Cas breathed out a relieved moan. My mouth watered at the size of him and I couldn’t help myself from gripping his hard cock in my hand and giving it a few good pumps. To my gleeful surprise, his throbbing erection enlarged even more. While I was mad at my lack of self-control and my plan to tease Cas more, his uncontrolled whines and gasps were worth it.

His large hands graciously moved my hair out of my face and out of the way. He bundled the strands on top of my head, making a makeshift ponytail. His grip was just tight enough for me to enjoy the stinging at my scalp.

To thank his chivalrous gesture, I sucked each of his balls into my mouth, licking the soft flesh while continuing to pump him with my fist. The precum beading at his tip beckoned me to taste it and I trailed my tongue from the base of his shaft to the waiting precum dripping from his thick tip. I lapped the sticky juices, shallowly sucking his cock head to get as much of the liquid as I could. Cas was out of breath and while his grip on my hair was incredibly taunt, he didn’t try and force my movements.

I looked up at his pleasure-filled face and paused, wanting to give him the go-ahead, “Cas, I want you to fuck my face.” The low growl he let out told me that was the right thing to say. Cas tangled his other hand in my locks and lowered my open mouth around his pulsing member, “Fuck, Y/N, your mouth is so good, sweetheart.”

I moaned around his shaft, my thighs clenching at his use of the nickname. We’ve come a long way since ‘kiddo’. Cas slowly bobbed my head up and down half of his length. My hands rested on either of his thighs and I squeezed one of them, letting him know I could take more. He seemed to understand and pulled me up for a gasp of air before quickly pushing me down his whole length. His engorged dick pressed against the back of my throat with every hurried thrust. Every I gagged around his pulsing shaft he groaned in ecstasy. Just when I could feel his cock stiffen in preparation to cum he pulled me off of him, releasing my hair and wiping away some of the precum and saliva dripping down my chin.

My own slick slid down my thighs, my lace panties soaked with arousal. Cas seemed to sense my needy core as if he could tell I was secretly begging to have any type of friction against it. Or better yet, something to fill my dripping cunt. Cas gently pushed me back onto my haunches, and with one hand he uncinched my bra. He let out a breathy groan at the sight of my pert breasts, my nipples pebbled at the sudden air of the hotel room. Leaning forward he took my left nipple into his warm, impatient mouth, hastily sucking and licking the hard bead. His left hand came up and pinched my other nipple, tugging and rolling it until my own breaths became ragged.

So caught up in the filthy attention he was giving my breasts I jumped when he cupped my clothed core with his other hand. Warmth radiated off his smooth palm as he brazenly rubbed the heel against my clit. The hot friction added to the pleasure currently consuming my body. My body involuntarily convulsed from the immense pleasure rolling through my body as he vigorously attacked my breasts and clit. Both the moans I whimpered from my slack jaw and my juices flowing from my throbbing pussy increased from his lewd ministrations.

Cas smirked, breaking away from my breasts to look me in the eye, “Fuck, you make the sweetest sounds, Y/N.” He planted a gentle kiss against my cheek, continuing, “As much as I love making you squirm, I can’t wait anymore. I need to be in you. Do you want me?” As he spoke he slid my panties aside and began languidly caressing my pussy lips with two long, dexterous fingers. I groaned, my walls clenching around nothing. I needed something inside of me.

“F-Fuck yes, Cas. Please, please I need you so bad,” It took all my willpower to form concise words through gasps and whimpers. Fortunately, Cas took pity on my begging and easily plunged two fingers into my soaked cunt, pumping them at an agonizingly slow pace. Once again his mouth devoured mine, this time the kiss was even more feral and primal. I nipped at his lower lip, tugging it with my teeth. His fingers hit a certain spot in their exploration and I convulsed from the sudden blast of pleasure. I bit down on Cas’s lip when I spasmed, almost breaking skin.

To my surprise Cas let out a bone-rattling groan and flipped me on my back without warning, now looming over me. When my whiplash subsided I refocused on his mesmerizing eyes. Knowing those blazing globes were finally seeing me with both lust and love brought tears to my own. At the sight of my watering eyes, Cas’s expression turned worried. He softly brushed a gentle hand through my hair, murmuring sweet nothings to calm me down.

He finally voiced his concerns, “It’s okay, Y/N. We don’t have to do anything-“.

Shaking my head I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him closer, “I’m not crying because I’m scared, idiot. These are happy tears,” I smirked at him, my tears now long gone, “But they could be tears of pleasure if you’re still up for it, big guy.” I teased, pecking his cheek with a light kiss.

“With you? I’m up for anything,” Cas rebutted. “However, I don’t have any condoms so…” I laughed at the hopeful glance he shot at me.

“Yes, I’m on birth control you lucky ass. What? You didn’t think to bring protection to your trip home to see your family and hometown friends?” I joked, shuffling into a more comfortable position on my back. “Now, please fuck my pussy,” To reiterate my point of needing him right fucking now I thrust my hips up into his, grinding against his still rock-hard erection.

Cas’s come back to my earlier mocking was cut off by a groan brought forth by my feeble attempt to shut him up. I guess it wasn’t so feeble, because his focus was now once again directed at my dripping entrance. He hastily stripped me of my panties, tossing them to join the rest of our clothes scattered around the room.

His heated hand gently spread my pussy lips as he loosely stroked his member; aligning it with my spread opening. He thrust into my pulsating pussy slowly gliding in until he was fully sheathed. I could feel all of him throbbing in me, filling me up so good I swear I had died and gone to heaven. Cas was attempting to control his breathing but couldn’t control the shortening gasps of pleasure when I experimentally clenched around him.

“Fuck! Fuck, Y/N, you feel so fucking good, sweetheart. Keep clenching around me like that and I won’t last much longer baby,” I sensed with each slow, deliberate thrust he was trying to hold back. His sculpted face contorted in concentration and pleasure combined with the blissful moans he was emitting was making me as much, if not more, turned on as his amazing dick skills. The pace he was going already felt incredible, but I was about to tell him he didn’t have to hold back when he suddenly switched his balance to rest on his left arm, entrapping me with his body. He brought his newly free hand down to my clit and started briskly circling it. His thrusts became even deeper, almost hitting my cervix, all while maintaining an agonizing amount of pressure against the spot on my quivering wall that had me seeing stars.

Before I knew it this new pleasure in my cunt and pressure on my clit pushed me over the edge and my mouth dropped as if in a scream. The only sounds I could emit, however, were muffled whines of euphoria. My pussy walls spasmed around Cas and he shouted a number of expletives into the pillow next to my head. The heat running through my body started to subside and I joined Cas in his foul language.

“Shit, Cas! That was…Wow…” Apparently, I was still incapable of stringing together an actual sentence. After catching my breath I noticed Cas was still buried deep inside me at full attention. I rested my hands against his back, which was heaving up and down from his uncontrolled breaths. “I have never met someone with your kind of restraint Cas… How have you not cum yet?”

My flabbergasted voice was cause enough for him to finally look up at me, “I wanted you to cum first. And if you think I won’t make you cum again you got another thing coming… Literally.” Cas rocked back on his knees, slipping out of my aching pussy as he reached behind himself to grab my left leg. Gracefully, he lifted the appendage, so that the underside of my knee rested on his chest. Bending forward, he secured my leg within his arm and chest. I giggled at the sight of my leg sticking up straight in the air, but didn’t question Cas’s intent.

Seemingly pleased with his ability to turn me into a human pretzel Cas leveled himself, teasingly stroking his tip against my entrance. This time his first thrust was fast, and the accompanying onslaught of rapid thrusts matched its intensity. Somehow though, with the new position, the angle allowed him to fill me even more if that was possible. Even better, my hips were slightly off the mattress and I was able to watch as he pressed in and out of me. My wet juices coated his thick cock and with each thrust, Cas pulled me closer to his lean chest. Cas grabbed my ass with bruising strength, dragging my body to his to meet his thrusts. It floored me how easily Cas made me come undone, his every movement bringing me closer to climax once again.

Just as I was about to tell Cas I was on the edge he grunted, flexing his hold on me, “Fuck, Y/N, I’m almost there. Come on baby, cum with me sweetheart, I need you to cum with me.”

I released a loud moan in the form of a yes, which spurred Cas’s fervent movements. He was hitting just the right places and encompassing me so fucking well all I had to do was bring my hand down and lightly caress my clit and I was gone again. This time the pulsing of my pussy around his perfect cock had Cas cumming fast and hard with me. As thick bursts of his cum spurted into my hungry cunt I wrapped my arms and legs around his body. The sinful sounds Cas was making aided in my bone-trembling orgasm. All the veins in my body were on fire, burning lava flowing from my pussy to my whole being.

I wasn’t sure how long we stayed like that, I wrapped around Cas as he clawed at my back and head, convulsing from his own orgasm. It’s not like I was in any hurry to release him, but as his shivers of pleasure stopped he started leaving chaste, open kisses along my neck and shoulders and  I untangled my surrounding limbs.

Warily chuckling, I lifted his head from my collarbone and smooched a soft peck against his plump lips, “Hey, your scruff tickles, ass,” I teased, nuzzling into his arms, murmuring, “Don’t tell me those kisses are a sign you’re ready to go again. I’m not sure if I can keep up with you, old man.” I was only partially joking. Seriously, I thought libido diminished with age… Turns out I have my work cut out for me.

Cas rolled onto his side, pulling me into the allotted “little spoon” position, “Not quite yet. Just can’t help but want to be all over my hot as fuck girlfriend. And I’m sure you’ll be able to keep up with me, kiddo.” I smiled and snuggled even closer into his warm embrace.

-————

Seven Hours Later

Cas opened the front door for me, ever the gentleman. Before he could step into the threshold, however, a blur flew past me and suddenly my boyfriend and brother were rolling around on the front lawn, both shouting obscenities. I could make out Tim’s loud shouts and accusations and Cas’s pleads and attempts to explain before Tim put him in a headlock.

Laughing, I moved to rescue a very distraught Cas when a slender arm slung over my shoulder.

“Just let them be. Cas will get the upper hand eventually, Tim never used to win as a kid, remember?” I nervously glanced over at a smiling Olivia and braced myself for chastisement,  “Calm down, Y/N. Tim may be shocked by this development, but I’ve always been secretly rooting for you and Cas. However, if he ever fucking hurts you, give me a call and I’ll make sure he spends the rest of his life rotting behind bars; I know a guy.”

Nervously looking back over at Cas pinning Tim to the ground while simultaneously trying to voice his true intentions with me, I sighed. It was a good thing it was Cas who I fell in love with, at least he knew what to expect from my crazy and violent family. Any other guy, I’d feel guilty for bringing him into such a mess.

“Before you get to thinking you got off easy, I would like you to somehow give me a good excuse as to why there is a photo of you with trashy April taking shots on her Instagram from last night,” The pure ice in Olivia’s accusing tone was enough for me to wish I was the one wrestling Tim instead. Well, looks like both Cas and I are in for a world of pain; shit.

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Game of Turons

May or may not be missing Filipino food at this point..

April 1

Quick day-trip to Mostar. It’s so beautiful here! We had a fresh little taste-tour of homemade and local cheeses paired with bread, paprika spread, and salami. We had the chance to try a bitter cherry drink (I thought it was pretty sweet and tasty) and also this syrupy cookie. Basically a lunch. We weren’t entirely hungry afterwards, so we grabbed a cone of gelato and sat out on the ruins of the original bridge (Stari Most) and watched as bridge jumpers collected money from tourists and took the plunge. Sugar mama Craven also needed to spend those marks, so she treated everyone to some fine souvenirs. We all got matching bracelets (yay friendship) and also got some matching copper earrings (sorry pat). I could finally see the appeal of shopping since I just had money to throw around and get rid of.

Holy hell it is hot out. A toasty 80-ish degrees. How am I going to survive when I come back home to So-Cal and Phoenix?? I used to think anything below 90 degrees was cold and now I’m perfectly warm and comfortable in 45-50 degree weather. We had an afternoon tour to learn about the history of Mostar and visit a mosque and Kajtaz house. We were also able to climb the museum tower next to Stari Most and talk to a local who had been living in Mostar at the time of the wars and helped to rebuild the new bridge despite the fact that he was held captive in the war, used as a human shield, and lost some mobility in his left arm. He was very friendly and open about his experiences.

Uno ruins friendships. We played an almost endless 2 hour game on the bus ride to Dubrovnik and the only reason we stopped (besides the fact that we were already over the game) was because the sun was going down and we couldn’t tell yellow from green anymore.

April 2

Game of thrones who?? Yeah so I still have yet to finish the show. Please no spoilers and I’m sorry that I might not be able to fully understand the settings here that were used in the show. BUT I WILL SOMEDAY.

I’m in love with Dubrovnik. I love the ocean and the sea. Basically any body of natural water. I love the fresh air and the warm sun and the salty breeze. I love the orange rooftops and the FREAKING castle in the middle of town. I love the cliffsides that are inviting us to dive into the freezing cold water.

I got wet. We went down to the rocky cliffs and I wanted to get close enough to dip my toes into the water. Welp, I did. But then the waves were excited to see me too and just whipped my legs, soaking my pants from the knees down. No worries though. There’s still enough time in the day to lie out on the rocks and let them air dry. And that’s what I did.

Please sir let me go kayaking. We still had time to kill and figured why not? It was such a challenge to figure out how to get down from the castle and streets level to the pebble beach area. We finally got down and the guy was like please don’t, I’m trying to close up shop for the day. It was 3:30pm. There’s still plenty of “day” but I guess he’s the boss of his own hours. We sat on the little pier overlooking the water and watched as the last few kayakers paddled back to shore and turned in their gear. We also saw Patrick at the top of the tower across the water! He came down to meet us at our spot. We also saw a youngish teenage boy rowing this girl to shore. Hi can I steal your boat? It was super tiny and could barely fit the two of them in it, but I tried imagining how to fit all four of us into it. We observed as he spent the next 10 minutes helping the girl out of the boat and then rowing to his parking spot, securing his boat to the ropes, and then nimbly climbing out to the pier deck. He made everything look so easy and we enjoyed playing with the idea that we’d all fall in the water or get stranded 5 minutes into rowing.

We took the world’s slowest taxi back up to the hotel, but at least he was a safe (unless driving too slow is dangerous?) driver. We changed into our swimsuits, excited to spend time in the pool at the hotel. I think it was old people hour though? I hope we didn’t disturb them too much. Our plan was to hang out in the hot tub but the water was lukewarm?? We sat in somewhat cool water and had jets attacking our limbs from every angle. Not really a grand time but definitely an interesting one. At one point, we gathered hands and prayed to the jacuzzi gods for the 2 seconds of warmth that would happen when the jets would first start up. 100% worth it for those two seconds.

April 3

I like the long bus rides- they are comfortable and prime time for introspection (#feeling inspired). Today’s extended pitstop is in Zadar. Home of the beautiful sunsets, Monument to the Sun, and Sea Organ. In the early afternoon, Patrick, Raine, Aubree, and I walked to the grocery store to pick up supplies for nutella and banana sandwiches (since there was no jelly). We also met up with Kaya and Sara and joined them at McDonald’s for lunch (fun fact: their cola weirdly tasted like bubblegum??)

We had Sara’s sparknotes cool-aunt version of a tour, which ended with us soaking up the sun, watching the rough waves roll and crash, and listening to the wondrous and unique song of the sea organ. We took a snack break to bring back pizza to eat while watching the red-dot sun set behind the voluptuous blue-purple clouds. The sun honestly seemed to slip away so quickly. Live it in the moment, folks. Sometimes it’s not worth it for the instagram. It’s worth it to be present.

We’re addicted to crazy 8 at this point and itching to head back to the hotel to connect to the wifi and destroy friendships. But first, gelato. Since it was late in the evening, our guy piled scoops into our cones.

April 4

Took a lovely nature stroll through Plitvice Lakes National Park! So many waterfalls gracefully cascading down. Such a pretty sight and I could never get tired of it. I just took my time walking through the paths, and at one point Sara encouraged us to spend 10 minutes sitting by ourselves in the sounds of nature. Blissful.

We had lunch outside and tried to not get dust blown into our food or get blown away from the strong winds. We let our food digest as we took a ride on the world’s slowest boat. It didn’t even feel like we were moving- the ride was almost too smooth.

When we arrived at Hotel Park, SaVanna’s mom (and her mom’s best friend) came out and surprised her in the lobby. We all couldn’t help but feel a little butt-hurt because 1. we were all on our periods (maybe Patrick too) and just emotional wrecks in general and 2. we hadn’t seen any of our loved ones for MONTHS and she had received a lot of love via care packages and letters from friends/family, her boyfriend visited her for spring break, and now her mom was here to surprise her for the weekend. Super happy for her but salty that we got slapped in the face with it.

Anyways, hello Ljubljana! Weird full circle. It’s like a combination of everywhere that I’ve visited. It’s got hints of Salzburg/Vienna/Budapest with its architecture, Amsterdam (with its bikes), Berlin (with it’s energy). Feels hip and fun. Had beers, burgers, and bomb conversations for dinner. Such a great time hanging out with the squad along the river and laughing about some of our most embarrassing stories. Afterwards we went back to the hotel and passed ouuuuut (rip crazy 8, maybe we’ll catch ya next time).

April 5

Ljubljana walking tour with another lovely guide! He was such a warm and welcoming soul, and he was very excited to show us around even though it was a wet and stormy day. I had an umbrella, but I still managed to get wet. Nike? More like yikes. Tried to keep my shoes dry but then the puddles continued to rise and my feet were already wet so might as well just go all out and step in the puddles. At the end of the tour, we had a river cruise, which turned into a champagne (booze) cruise courtesy of Katharina showing up to surprise Sara on her birthday :)

Had the most amazing falafel wraps in my life. Went back to the hotel to rest for a bit. Raine took a nap, but I just relaxed in the comfort of my dry, warm bed and watched youtube videos for a few hours.

Later, we ventured back out for dinner (at the same place that we visited the night before) and ended up staying out with the rest of the crew since they were at the same restaurant as us :)

April 6

Goodbye Ljubljana! At least it’s not raining today. One last stop before we return home: Postojna Cave. This cave is HUGE. We had to ride a little tram into the walkable parts of the cave, and I swear it was a 15 minute ride in a little cart on train tracks. It was jerky and weirdly close to the walls and I felt like I was going to hit my head every 10 seconds. Also got carsick on the ride, so it wasn’t the best tour of my life. Still, the caves were pretty impressive. How can rocks look like paper sometimes?? Our tour guide also had fun surprising us and at one point she went to the generator and turned off the lights and it was PITCH black. I’ve been in darkness before, but nothing compares to those few seconds in complete blackness. Everyone was talking and trying to find each other (even as we were standing next to one another to begin with) and I still felt like I was the only one in the area and everyone else was so far away.

At the end of the tour, we walked into a little cave room area where our photographs were up for sale. So that’s what those people were doing when we entered the tram entrance! They were literally all up in our faces with their flash photography and I thought they were trying to capture some famous person behind me or trying to get a picture of my face to document every individual who enters in case there’s a tragic emergency and they need evidence of who went in and didn’t come out, but turns out they were just trying to catch us as off guard as possible for the worst photos in the world lol

Back on the road again = back in my sleepyhead dreamland

We said our final goodbyes to our lovely bus driver Benny (rip cause these goodbyes were so short too). I’m gonna miss that Mr. Bean soul.

Yay for being home before the sun goes down for once! And hello spring in Salzburg! So excited to be here while the weather gods kindly bless us.

[redrackham87]

92 Truths

Rules: Write 92 truths about yourself, then tag 25 people

I was tagged by @se-feliz-be-happy !! :D Wow, THIS IS A LOT. Here we go! :D

LATEST…

[1] Drinks: tea and Coke Cola and water (literally three, sitting beside my hands right now. this is how I roll.) [2] Telephone call: the drug store calling for not me XD [3] Text message: M [4] Song you heard:  “some nights” by fun [5] What do you think?: about what?

HAVE YOU EVER…

[6] How do you do it? how do I do what? (i’m missing something, aren’t i?) [7] He has cheated on: no? [8] He kissed someone and lamented: i do not understand this whole section of questions. XD [9] How do you do? how do you do [10] Depressed: i get down but i get up again (yes i did just do that) [11] Got drunk and thrown up: it has happened once ever and now i can’t have a certain drink without gagging XD

LIST THREE PREFERRED COLORS …

[12] red! [13] blue!  [14] hmm... green or purple or silver?

IN THE PAST YEAR…

[15] made new friends: yes, and i’m not even exagerrating when i say, they’ve changed my life <3  [16] fallen for love: i started watching teen wolf and saw stiles, so yes [17] laughed until you cried: lawd yes. often!  [18] discovered that someone was talking about you: yes! but it was good things, so i got all warm anf fuzzy. <3 [19] met someone who changed you: see #15 [20] discovered who your real friends are: ???  [21] kissed someone on your facebook list: if you think i’m kissing anyone outside of dreamland, and especially anyone from my real life, you know nothing, jon snow XD

GENERAL…

[22] How many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: i barely, barely use FB, but most - i cleaned it out several years back to people i’ve actually met/keep semi-in touch with. i keep in touch with like, 10% of that by this point, but oh well. XD [23] Do you have any pets? well, not myself, technically, but i’m living with dogs, so YES [24] Do you want to change your name: naw. i sometimes think about having a different one, but mine is just fine. [25] What did you do for your last birthday? a most excellently chill girls night

[26] What time did you wake up? wake up or get up? XD it was before 10, let’s say.  [27] What were you doing at midnight last night? driving home [28] Name something you can not wait for: MEETING JEREMY RENNER  [29] When was the last time you saw your mother? january :( (and not july) [30] What is one thing that you wish you could change in your life: employment would be nice [31] What are you listening to right now: “come away to the water” by adam levine and friends from the hunger games soundtrack   [32] Have you ever spoken to a person named Tom: yes. i miss him. [33] Something that is getting on your nerves: WHY IS HAVE THEY NOT VOTED SANDRA OFF. I SWEAR IF SHE WINS SURVIVOR A THIRD TIME -  [34] most visited website: google (also probs youtube, twitter) [35] elemental: i like water!

[36] high school: i attended one, yes [37] school: hogwarts obviously [38] Hair Color: dark blondeish   [39] long or short hair: currenlty more short [40] Do you have a crush on someone: have you seen my tumblr? it’s almost entirely people i’m crushing on XD [41] What do you like about yourself: i try to always finish what i start  [42] piercings: yes! ears [43] Type of blood: i have no idea [44] nickname: red, bess, kr [45] marital status: cute (aka fictionally married to dean winchester)

[46] Zodiac sign: gemini [47] pronouns: she/her [48] fav television program: lost, supernatural, survivor, grimm, parks & rec, better off ted - you should know by now i will never pick just one  [49] Tattoos: nope! [50] right or left hand: my left hand is inept

FIRST…

[51] Surgery: nope!  [52] piercing: we did this question! oh - ears. that’s it. XD [53] Best friend: T or “wifey” or - i’m not picking just one [54] sport: HAHAHAH SPORTS [55] vacation: um... i s’pose christmas last year? it was holidays. actual out of the country vacation? like... 5 years ago?! idek.  [56] pair of coaches: what is this question.

RIGHT NOW…

[57] eat: just had a yogurt! [58] drinking: tea and coke and water. still. [59] I’m about to: make myself stop watching chopped and screwing on tumblr and get writing because i have not all day  [60] Listening to: 8tracks mixes! [61] waiting: for the washer to finish so i can stick on a new load  [62] do you want: a healthy bank account XD  [63] Getting married: oh to a real person? someday absolutely! [64] career: haha career (theoretically: graphic design)

WHICH IS BETTER…

[65] hugs or kisses: is there a third non-touching option XD  [66] lips or eyes: oh lawd, eyes [67] shorter or taller: taller because then you don’t need to ask random strangers to help you get things off the top shelf in the grocery stores XD [68] major or minor: i assume we’re talking about constellations - i don’t have a preference between ursa major or ursa minor. they’re both pretty. XD [69] romantic or spontaneous: yes.  [70] good arms or good stomach: well, since my first thought was sam winchester exercising, i’m going with arms and back, mmm. (this right here)  [71] sensitive or strong: who says i can’t have both? [72] connection or connection: yes?  [73] troublemaker or hesitant: no?

HAVE YOU EVER…

[74] kissed a stranger?: once and it was awkward as heck *shudder* [75] did you drink strong liquor ?: what, like ever? yes. [76] lost glasses / contact lenses? i don’t wear glasses, but i constantly lose and break sunglasses. so it’s probably really good i don’t wear glasses. [77] rejected someone?: yes :/  [78] had sex on the first date?: nooooooo no no no. no.  [79] break someone’s heart?: i hope not, but probably [80] Your heart was broken?: yes [81] been arrested?: no! [82] cried when someone died?: yes.  [83] Falling for a friend?: kinda, but i was like 14, so eh. it never was a thing. 

YOU BELIEVE IN...

[84] Yourself ?: some days, yes. some days, very no. if i’m being super honest, this is a very constant battle for me. :/  [85] miracles?: YES, with all my heart. [86] love at first sight?: see: dean winchester (no but for serious: for some people, yes!) [87] Father Christmas?: define. ;) [88] Kiss on the first date?: not for me, no.  [89] Angels?: yes

OTHER…

[90] name of the current best friend: we did this question! somewhere up there ^ [91] Eye color: green or blue or greenish brown blue with yellow depending on the day (i’m not even joking)  [92] Favorite movie: PRINCESS BRIDE, avengers, pride & prejudice, walter mitty, man from uncle, star wars, back to the - I’M NOT PICKING JUST ONE

tagging: THIS IS A LOT. XD whoever wants to play! go! do it! (but also: @rhea-silverkeys , @thatgypsyfangirl , @brianoftheforest , if you wanna!)

[kmalexander]

The 2019 Cosmic Horror Holiday Gift Guide

It’s Black Friday in the United States, the crawling chaos of American holidays, and the List of Lists is back for its sixth year! Once again, I’ve assembled a highly curated collection of Lovecraft-related items for your holiday season. Here you can find a plethora of paraphernalia for the weird-fiction fanatic, cosmic-horror connoisseur, or mythos maniac in your life. (And maybe a little something for yourself. You need gifts too.) As with previous years, I’ve worked to assemble a list of exceptional items for all ages and budgets.

The list is organized into six categories and ordered by price, making it easy to browse. Have a favorite new-weird, cosmic horror, or mythos-themed item I left off? Leave a comment at the bottom and let everyone know! Appreciate the work I put into this list? Share it with your friends! Happy shopping!

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• Books • Music • Apparel • Games • • Housewares • Miskatonic •

BOOKS

Mapping the Interior by Stephen Graham Jones $7.98 + Free Shipping (Paperback) $2.99 (eBook) Told from 12-year old Junior’s perspective, the story is one part family-struggle and one part ghost-story all woven with a heartfelt earnestness that’s easy to believe and hard to shake. It’s a book about childhood, about family, about heritage, about legacy, and the cost and ramification of all four.

The Dream-Quest of Vellitt Boe by Kij Johnson $10.30 + Free Shipping (Paperback) $2.99 (eBook) Professor Vellitt Boe of at the prestigious Ulthar Women’s College and her adopted cat, embark on an expansive journey across the Dreamland on the trail of a student who has gone missing after disappearing into the waking world with a lover. Along the way, she’ll encounter old friends as new troubles rumble from the Plateau of Leng.

Agents of Dreamland by Caitlin R. Kiernan $10.60 + Free Shipping (Paperback) $2.99 (eBook) The mysterious agent known only as the Signalman gets off a train on a stunningly hot morning in Winslow, Arizona. There he meets an unusual contact to exchange information about a bizarre event that happened a week earlier. An event for which neither has an explanation and its ramifications could have far-reaching consequences.

The Stars Were Right by K. M. Alexander $14.00 + Free Shipping (Paperback) $2.99 (eBook) With Book Four closing in, now is the perfect time to start reading my Bell Forging Cycle. Follow Waldo Bell as he is sent careening through the multi-level megalopolis of Lovat fighting to clear his name as a bloodthirsty killer stalks him. It’s mystery and monsters, chases and cults, and an ancient evil in a world that is similar but not quite like our own.

A Lush and Seething Hell by John Hornor Jacobs $17.99 + Free Shipping (Hardcover) $12.99 (eBook) Two masterful novellas of cosmic horror in a single volume. Beautiful and haunting, lyrical and evocative, raw and emotional, Jacobs takes cosmic horror to new places exposing our oldest fear while remaining starkly human in the process. One of the best cosmic-horror books in recent memory and one that will haunt you well after you’ve put it aside.

The Grand Dark by Richard Kadrey $19.50 + Free Shipping (Hardcover) $12.99 (eBook) This standalone weird fiction novel takes us into the industrial post-war world of Lower Proszawa and its drug-filled and soot-drenched streets teeming with all manner of strange inhabitants. Here we meet a bike messenger named Largo who discovers that peace runs along a knife-edge and a new war always looms on the horizon.

The House on the Borderland by William Hope Hodgson $400 + Free Shipping (Hardcover, 1946 First Edition) “The true note of cosmic horror.” A treasure for any collector. A rare first edition published by Arkham House in 1946. Details from the seller: Black cloth lettered in gilt, fine with age-toned pages in head-chipped dust jacket, else Very Good with crease along top of front panel, dulled spine panel, toned and lightly soiled back panel.

Not finding a book you like? Check out the books featured on one of the previous guides. • 2014’s Books • 2015’s Books • 2016’s Books • 2017’s Books • 2018’s Books •

MUSIC & AUDIO

Black Stage of Night by Atrium Carceri & Cities Last Broadcast $7.00 (Digital Download) $19.00 (Compact Disc) I’ve been enjoying the direction in these collaborative albums from some of the industry’s best ambient artists. Black Stage of Night might be the best. It’s firmly dark ambient, and the classic sounds are there, but in this record, the collaborators weave a cinematic layer throughout. It’s an enthralling listen. Lately, it’s become my go-to music when I write.

Eldritch by Markus Junnikkala €7.00 ($7.71 USD) (Digital Download) Often Lovecraftian music is associated with metal, and while that’s not a bad thing, I found it refreshing to hear this dark orchestral approach from Finnish composer Markus Junnikkala. Ethereal and haunting, I found myself drawn to this album again and again.

Cosmicism by The Great Old Ones $9.99 (Digital Download) €25.00 + Shipping ($27.50) (2x LP Green) This French atmospheric black metal band uses the works of cosmic horror authors like Robert Chambers and H.P. Lovecraft as the basis for their lyrics and album themes. Not my style, but their skills are clearly impressive, the music engaging, and they get suggested yearly. If you’re a metal-head or shopping for one this holiday season, do yourself a favor and check ’em out.

An Abhorrent and Ancient Solstice by HPLHS $12.00 (Digital Download) I’ve featured the Arkham Carolers before, but this year they’ve put together a collection of 24 of their very best cosmic horror Christmas carols. I’ve always enjoyed a well-done parody, and the HPLS goes all out with this collection. Plus, it includes one of my favorites of theirs: A Brumalian Wish. Festive! Creepy! (Crestive?)

Dreams in the Witch House: A Lovecraftian Rock Opera $18.92 + Shipping (CD) $35.00 + Shipping (Vinyl) Who doesn’t love rock operas? Everyone loves them! (Fact.) Thanks to the Trans-Siberian Orchestra, the holidays are the perfect time to give rock operas to friends and family or pick one up for yourself. Why not give one built around the Lovecraftian story The Dream in the Witch House. It’s marvelous for a holiday jam out session or a multidimensional trip with Auntie Mason.

H. P. Lovecraft’s The Colour Out of Space 2x LP Set $42.00 + Shipping (Vinyl) Cadabra Records makes some of the finest vinyl recordings on the market today, and this 2x LP set featuring one of Lovecraft’s most beloved stories is read by the talented Andrew Leman, with a score by Chris Bozzone is no exception. Well worth a place in any vinyl-loving cosmic-horror fan’s collection. (Note: these are preorders, and the final pressing will ship in 4-6 weeks.)

Not finding any music or audio that interests you? Check out one of the previous guides. • 2014’s Music • 2015’s Music • 2016’s Music • 2017’s Music • 2018’s Music •

APPAREL

Cthulhu Mask Papercraft Template PDF $4.00 (Digital Download) I’ve always appreciated the simple geometrics of papercraft masks—reminds me of brutalist architecture. Plus with a little effort, you can make yourself a fun costume for next to nothing. This instant download PDF template will provide you the instructions to become the dreamer beneath the waves.

Bell Caravans Patch $5.00 + Shipping (Order by Dec. 10th for Christmas Delivery.) This beautiful 3″ patch, designed by illustrator Sean Cumiskey, is the perfect way of declaring your loyalty to your beloved caravan master. Put it on your backpack, a tote, or display it on the sleeve of your jacket, make sure the world knows who you roll with. [From the pages of the Bell Forging Cycle.]

The King in Yellow Pin $15.00 + Shipping Stranger: I wear no pin. Camilla: [terrified, aside to Cassilda] No pin? No pin! Based on a woodcut by the incredibly talented Liv Rainey-Smith, this pin of the King in Yellow is rendered in bronze and stands at 1.5 inches. If you dig this, I highly recommend checking out Rainey-Smith’s woodcuts as well.

The Crate of Cthulhu Cult Ring $26.66 + Shipping The Mysterious Package Company makes incredible products, and this ring from their Crate of Cthulhu experience (which would also make a great gift) is a fabulous piece. A strange ring bearing an equally strange symbol. It is believed that the followers of Cthulhu used this ring as a weapon to inject poison into those who come too close to the truth.

Cthulhu Short Sleeve Button-up Shirt $55.00 + Shipping When it’s time to put away the graphic tees and slip into something more fashionable, consider this 100% cotton shirt from Middle of Beyond. Covered in an all-over print featuring the ol’ dreamer popping up from the ocean to yell at a boat, this shirt makes the bold statement of a graphic-tee but with a touch of collared class.

Bell Caravans Hoodie $55.00 + Shipping Join the caravan with this classic zip hoodie with a warm fleece lining. The full Bell Caravans logo designed by Sean Cumiskey is on the back, while the small wheel-and-bell symbol resides on the front. Stay warm, look good, fight the Firsts. [From the pages of the Bell Forging Cycle.]

Ascension Island Aloha Shirt $315.00 + Shipping Here it is, folks. The Cthulhu rayon shirt you always wanted. Nine Lives Brand is producing an extremely limited run, and each shirt is made to order. So if you need an Aloha shirt to go with that Cthulhu tiki mug you bought last year, look no further. Also available in a long-sleeved version. Like this print? It’s also available as the lining of this $1250 Sashiko bomber coat.

Not finding any apparel you like? Check out apparel on one of the previous guides. • 2014’s Apparel • 2015’s Apparel • 2016’s Apparel • 2017’s Apparel • 2018’s Apparel •

GAMES

A Place for the Unwilling $14.99 (Digital Download) Time is running out. Shadows linger in the streets. The city will die in 21 days in this open-world branching narrative game from ALpixel Games. A fascinating game with a unique art style, intriguing premise, and enjoyable gameplay. A bit of Sunless Sea, Majora’s Mask, and a dash of Lovecraft. Time is ticking, how will you spend your final days in the city?

Gibbous: A Cthulhu Adventure $19.99 (Digital Download) Crazy cultists. Cthulhu. A talking cat. Gibbous takes you on an expansive, traditionally animated, hand-painted adventure. Play as three protagonists and explore a lushly rendered Lovecraft-inspired world, unraveling ancient conspiracies. A comedy cosmic horror adventure made in Transylvania! (I backed this on Kickstarted, and I can confirm it’s a lot of fun.)

Call of Cthulhu: The Official Video Game $24.50 + Free Shipping Focus Interactive did a decent job with this charming retelling of classic Lovecraftian fiction. It’s an investigative game, with a few action elements that blend several of the mythos’ more popular stories to create a game that weaves a fascinating tale about cults and murder, art and madness, and serves up a few unnerving scenes in the process.

Call of Cthulhu: Tabletop RPG Starter Set $24.99 + Shipping It’s the beloved cosmic-horror tabletop role-playing experience in a handy starter set. Using the new 7th Edition rules, you can lead you investigators on their next case as they seek to solve the unthinkable and face the mysteries from beyond. Inside you’ll find everything you need to start playing the granddaddy of tabletop horror.

Lovecraft Letter $29.99 + Shipping Set in the chaos following World War 1, this 20-minute card game built on the Love Letter system sends 2-6 players on the hunt for a missing family member who has discovered something ominous beneath the sands of Egypt. Will you help solve the mystery or aid in ushering the chaos that looms?

Black Walnut Cthulhu Valhalla Screen $486.00 + Shipping These custom Dungeon Master screens are lovingly detailed and perfect for your next Call of Cthulhu session. An easy magnetic design, embedded magnets, plexiglass panels.  Combine it with handy accessories, and you’ll be game masterin’ in style. Feeling over Cthulhu’d—I understand—while sold out, they do take custom The Masks of Nyarlathotep orders.

Not finding a game you’d enjoy? Check out the games on one of the previous guides. • 2014’s Games • 2015’s Games • 2016’s Games • 2017’s Games • 2018’s Games •

HOUSEWARES

Cthulhu Xmas Gift Wrap Pack $15.00 + Shipping Why not deviate from the norm for your gifts this year. Wrap your presents in 18″x 24″ sheets of Lovecraftian wrapping paper designed by Daniel Gelon featuring the fantastic art of Heather Hudson. Want something a little more unusual than the standard Cthulhu flair? Hudson also sells Dreamland-themed Christmas cards, and delightful Krampus-themed holiday goodies.

Cthulhu Ornament $20.00 + Shipping I’m always wary of sharing Etsy products, not because the work isn’t incredible, but because during the Holiday pieces may disappear quickly. But if this wonderful Cthulhu ornament vanishes before you can nab it, there’s plenty of other beautiful works at Dellamorteco & Co.’s shop. It’s all fantastic work and worth checking it all out.

Cedric’s Eatery 11oz. Mug $16.00 + Shipping (Order by Dec. 10th for Christmas Delivery.) It’s cold out, and you need a new mug. Why not pick one up from Lovat’s own Cedric’s Eatery located in the entresol between Levels Three and Four. An in-between place for in-between folks. Waldo Bell’s latest hangout. Fill your mug with 11 oz. of bad coffee, your favorite tea, or something stronger. [From the pages of the Bell Forging Cycle.]

Cthulhu Coin Set $28.50 + Shipping Props are a fun way to enliven any tabletop session or the holidays, so this set of 24 coins (ten copper pieces, eight silver pieces, and six gold pieces) is perfect for your next game or family get together. Bargain for souls or leftover turkey with your Aunt, or buy your nephew’s gift from him with handcrafted coinage. Capitalism doesn’t cease under the reign of the ancient ones.

H. P. Lovecraft Limited Edition Bobblehead $34.95 + Shipping It’s a well-known fact that everyone loves bobbleheads, even the deep ones! Limited to only 1500 units, this figuring from Rue Morgue Magazine of the father of cosmic horror in all his New England awkwardness stands at 7″ tall, is ready to wobble and bobble on your bookshelf, as he questions humanity’s place in the cosmos.

Calamityware: Tentacles $42.00 + Shipping Something has awoken. Commemorate its reign with these porcelain plates patterned after the elaborate chinoiserie pattern Willow. But, instead of featuring idyllic scenes these highlight various disasters from invasions of Lovecraftian-esque tentacles (featured) to historical sea monsters, vortexes, or zombie poodles. Not what you’re looking for? There’s more coming.

Chandelier I $3500.00 + Shipping Philadelphia artist Adam Wallacavage creates stunning tentacle-covered chandeliers and lamps in clay and resin. If you’re looking for a nontraditional piece for your home that’ll keep guests talking for generations, you can’t really find anything better. If this beautiful chandelier is a bit out of your budget, Wallacavage also creates unusual candlestick holders.

Not finding a houseware item you like? Check out the housewares from one of the previous guides. • 2016’s Housewares • 2017’s Housewares • 2018’s Housewares •

MISKATONIC UNIVERSITY

Miskatonic University Silver Key Society pin $17.99 + Shipping Formed by Henry Armitage in 1929 after the events in rural Dunwich, this pin marks the membership into Miskatonic’s oldest invite-only society. Will you join and learn the mysteries of the order, including the meaning of “751”? Pin measures 1″ across and is dual-plated in silver and gold.

Miskatonic University Pennant $25.00 + Free Shipping What’s the collegiate experience without some collegiate gear? Here we have a classic 9″ x 27″ university pennant to either hang on your wall displaying your boundless love for your alma mater’s sporting teams or to wave at all the intermural sporting events as you sing the fight song and cheer on varsity. Go Miska!

Miskatonic University Cufflinks $99.00 + Shipping 2019 marks the ninetieth class reunion for the class of ’29! So you’ll want to be sure to look your best so you can impress your fellow centenarian schoolmates. These cufflinks will be perfect. The cufflinks are sterling silver with an antiqued finish and measure 18.2 mm in diameter and 1.5 mm thick.

The Miskatonic Papers $535.00 + Shipping This limited-edition experimental art book/prop set from Angel Bomb studios is something to behold. Composed of 50 printed pieces, including letters, telegrams, drawings, newspaper clippings, a broadside, burned tatters of found stationery, and a journal that was written by hand and printed by letterpress. An incredible gift for the mythos fan in your life.

Not finding any Miskatonic stuff you like? Check out the Miskatonic University items from one of the previous guides. • 2014’s Miskatonic U. • 2015’s Miskatonic U. • 2016’s Miskatonic U. • • 2017’s Miskatonic U. • 2018’s Miskatonic U. •

Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays!

So that wraps up the Sixth Annual List of Lists. Big thank you to the wonderful folks who read this blog, and the gibbering weirdos over at r/Lovecraft, r/Cthulhu, and r/WeirdLit who helped me pad out this list. Y’all rule. If I didn’t get to your submission, fret not, there are many more holidays ahead. I appreciate the help.

Do you have a book, game, album, or other weird fiction-related items I should feature in 2020’s Cosmic Horror Holiday Gift Guide? Leave a comment below with links to your favorite goodies for others to see or send me an email as a submission for next year!

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