#anyway NOW I REMEMBER THINK FOR MYSELF I KNOW I LL FIND her AND she ll BE THE babycorn OF MY DREAMS SOMEDAY OUR HEARTS WILL BEAT AS ONE

[hqmillioncorn]

Lalapril 4/3: Affection

“There he goes again! He’s so in love! As if lightning struck him from above! I LoOOooOve you my hero~! You are my trUuUE LooOoveeeE~! Butter won’t you stop your silly dreaming please?!”

Butter took in a long and heavy sigh.

The foyer was completely empty except for him and Cinnamon who was sitting silently on the coffee table in front of him, munching on a regular sized strawberry wafer cookie. 

She had been watching Butter as he did his moping thing, hoping that he would be able to snap himself out of his funk on his own.

Cinnamon was sure that Butter’s current mood was the result of what happened when everyone had left from Limsa Lominsa. She hadn’t seen it herself but Butter made sure to tell her and Pancake that Babycorn had waved him off personally from the boat.

As if that hadn’t been enough Babycorn had also apparently told Butter something along the lines of, ‘Take care! I’ll miss you Butter!’ It was specifically being called by name that sent Butter cartwheeling off the docks while giggling.

Having to be fished out of the ocean aside, Cinnamon expected Butter to be in an even better mood than usual for at least the next few weeks.

Instead, he collapsed into a pile of sadness the moment he stepped back into the mansion.

Since then, Butter had been sighing to himself in different parts of the house. Pancake assumed it was just his usual romantic yearning and left him on his own to hang out with Linnet and the others.

Cinnamon stayed behind (not because she didn’t have anyone to hang out with or anything!) and watched Butter brood around the mansion. At some point Butter had grabbed the blue rose Babycorn had given him and twirled it around by the stem in one hand while also wistfully staring out a window.

Cinnamon couldn't believe it had come to this.

She set her regular sized wafer cookie down and flew over to where Butter sat.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this but could you be any less in love?” Cinnamon feared that the next thing after this would be Butter going to stand at the docks every morning just in case Babycorn came back that day.

“...Huh?” Butter looked up at her, “Sorry Cinnamon. I’m just…” There was another looooong sigh from him and Cinnamon could feel her mental fortitude breaking down.

Cinnamon flew in a circle around Butter’s head, playfully tapping him on the forehead. “Hellooo?! You should be happy that Babycorn said goodbye to you!! She didn’t say goodbye to anyone else!”

Granted many of those that Babycorn would call her good friends were actually going on the trip with her so there would be no need for her to wave goodbye to them but that was besides the point.

“I am happy!” Butter blushed, a dumb smile on his face, “Like super duper happy…”

“Then what’s going on?” Cinnamon was literally out of ideas of what could be going on with him.

“I’m just thinking…What if Babycorn isn’t into guys like me?”

“Guys like…you?” Cinnamon was a little lost.

“You know!” 

Cinnamon looked him up and down. “No I don’t know.” She raised one of her sleeves up to her chin to think. “Do you mean she doesn’t like guys with pointy hair? That would make her kind of a hypocrite. Since her hair is plenty pointy.”

“Noooo! I’m not talking about my hair!”

Though Butter had said that it still didn’t stop him from tugging on one of the spikiest parts of his hair.

“That’s not what I meant…I meant…”  Butter let out another lovesick sigh while still tugging at his hair spike, “I meant-I’m pretty short aren’t I?”

Cinnamon’s wings froze in shock for a few seconds.”Whaaaaat?? No! Of course you’re not short I mean-! Look at you! You’re taller than me!”

“That’s true but…” Butter sat back down on the couch, putting the blue rose back into its vase. “I might be taller than you but it doesn’t really matter unless I’m taller than Hildibrand.”

Butter probably hadn’t really noticed it but the way he had said the inspector's name had carried a lot more venom to it than Cinnamon, let alone anybody else, had heard his voice carry.

He let out another long sigh. “...Or as cool as him. Or stronger than him. Or more handsome than him……” Butter kept on listing more and more traits that Babycorn had told him about Hildibrand over the years. As every time Babycorn had come back from an adventure with the Inspector she would rush over to Butter with all the details.

Cinnamon couldn’t bear to watch this anymore. Something had to be done.

“Wait here! I’ll be back in a bit!!” Cinnamon waved her sleeve at Butter to get his attention.

Then, in a flash Cinnamon had flown away and then flown back. She was carrying a large sheet of paper. Its weight was clearly causing Cinnamon some distress, judging from the way she was quickly flying lower and lower to the ground. So Butter swooped in from the couch to give her some much needed help she would never admit she needed. 

After regaining the composure she never lost (allegedly) Cinnamon flew in between Butter and the paper, sitting herself down on his left hand.

“What you’re looking at right now, my dear Butter, is the handiwork of me and Pancake’s hard work!” Cinnamon smirked and stayed confidently silent while Butter looked at the piece of paper in his hands. 

What he was holding looked to be some sort of chart with several names and drawings of people.

Most of them were people that Butter recognized.

He also recognized Pancake’s writing right away and it was clear that this project must have been done more than a few years ago. Butter knew that she had recently started writing her letters with a bit more flair than she used to. 

Butter would have to compliment Pancake on her improvement next time he saw her.

Butter’s good mood came to a dead halt when he recognized Hildibrand’s face on the chart. His face made a sort of grimace that Cinnamon instantly caught on to. Hildibrand was about the only thing that made Butter upset nowadays.

Not even his own neglectful parents got this much of a rise out of him.

“Don’t worry your little lovesick heart Butter! Hildibrand is the reason me and Pancake made this chart!”

“You made it for him?!” Butter sounded distraught.

“Wha-?  No!!” Cinnamon angrily flapped her wings, they glowed a little bit more red than usual. “We made this to combat anyone that got in the way of you finally dating Babycorn!!”

“Oh!” Butter was almost speechless. “That’s really sweet of you two…”

“See over here?” Cinnamon flew over and pointed at a quickly drawn picture of Raya-o-Senna. “There was a rumor that Babycorn had a little thing for her once. So we wrote down that while it could work she’s a pretty low level threat because they don’t see each other too often.”

“What what-?”  

Butter caught sight of a drawing of Hildibrand, because of course he would be on here. Why wouldn’t he be?

“Why does it say ‘will be eliminated’ under this drawing of Hildibrand?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

Under him was a picture of Emmanellain. “This guy we filed under low level too. He might be rich and from what I hear-charismatic. But he’s nothing to worry about! Since he’s from Ishgard.”

Butter’s face lit up. “Is it because Babycorn doesn’t like the cold?!” 

“Exactly!!” Cinnamon crossed her arms, “Look at you Mr. Babycorn expert. You got it even worse than I thought.”

Butter looked away and blushed. “That’s not…! Everyone knows that! She makes sure everyone knows so that she can pack her favorite yellow sweater that pushes her cheeks up and makes her hair look a little fluffier from the back!”

Cinnamon raised an eyebrow at him.

Butter waved his arms up and down. “It’s true everyone knows thaaaat!!!”

“No they don’t Butter!” Cinnamon flew over and grabbed the top of the chart and slightly wiggled it. She was, in fact, trying to severely shake it but with her size she only managed a slight wiggle. “Trust us! Me and Pancake did our research and NONE of the people here are a good enough match for Babycorn!”

“Cinnamon…”

“You just have to learn to have more confidence in yourself!” Cinnamon flew around him in a circle, “You got all the makings of a perfect Babycorn boyfriend! The chart says so! The science says so!!”

“I-I mean if you say so!”

He didn’t have the heart to tell either Pancake or Cinnamon that in the end it all really depended on what Babycorn would choose for herself. Even if he was perfect for her. According to love experts Pancake and Cinnamon at least.

Of course Butter would be heartbroken if she chose someone else, but in the end all he really wanted was for Babycorn to be happy. For her to live her very best life with the person she loved the most.

Even now Butter could still see Babycorn’s little lopsided smile looking back at him.

Waving back at him.

He sighed, with a smile.

“I’ll wait patiently for her and I’ll never stop loving her no matter what happens.”

While Butter was distracted looking longingly out into the distance he didn’t notice how Cinnamon rolled up the chart into a large tube of paper until it was smacking him on the back of the head.

“Ow?!” Butter held up both of his hands to the back of his head and looked behind him. Cinnamon was flying in place and barring her surprisingly sharp teeth right at him.

“What did I just say?! I told you! Don’t wait! You take the initiative!!”

Butter blushed a deep red. “...But it’s embarrassing…” When the topic of confessing to Babycorn ever crossed his mind his speech became nothing more than an alphabet soup of words.

“You’re going to have to figure it out eventually…” Suddenly Cinnamon looked like she had an idea. Specifically her wings stopped flapping and she got a mischievous grin on her face. “I’ve got it!!!”

Butter, ever the supportive friend, could almost never catch up to Cinnamon’s true intentions.“What’s up?” he asked.

“Once Babycorn and the others come back! That’s when you’ll make your move!”

“Huh?!”

“Imagine it Butter!” She flew in close enough to his face and grabbed at his coat with her sleeves. “They’re all back from their long trip, a loooong boat ride back home. Babycorn starts to get off the boat-!” Cinnamon flew back and took some invisible steps off of an invisible boat.

“She looks around to get her bearings…When BAM!!”

“Bam??” Butter had no idea where Cinnamon was going with this.

“Bam! You’re there Butter! With your best clothes! A bouquet of flowers in hand!! Then before anyone knows what’s going on-! You ask Babycorn out on a date!!”

“WHAT?!” Butter blushed and his face felt the warmest it had felt since they left Limsa Lominsa that morning. “I-I-I c-can’t do that!!”

“Not right now you can’t!”

“What?”

“Everyone said they would be gone for a while right?” Specifically Cinnamon remembered that Lunya said they would be gone for an undetermined amount of time. Which Cinnamon had personally translated as ‘a long time’ of course. “That gives you enough time to get ready!”

“I-I mean I don’t know…!”

Cinnamon interrupted Butter before he could say anything else. “This is it Butter! It’s now or never!” It was almost certainly not, now or never, as Cinnamon suspected but she was willing to say anything to give Butter that extra push.

Butter closed his eyes and sat in silence for far longer than Cinnamon expected him to.

Then…

“Okay!” He nodded, “I’ll do it! I’ll ask Babycorn out when she comes back home!!”

Cinnamon couldn’t even begin to contain her excitement, she must have done a dozen loops in the air at that very second from the sheer amount of happiness she was feeling at that moment. “Yesssssss!!!” She couldn’t wait to tell Pancake about this!!

“Butter! You are going to ask her out perfectly! Nothing will go wrong!!”

Butter laughed awkwardly, he was beginning to regret his abrupt decision already. Though a part of him was also metaphorically doing loops in the air out of excitement. Especially if Babycorn’s answer would be ‘yes.’

“If you say so…”

[steamgoat]

Thinking about a lot of things lately, apart from all the bad goings on of the world. Like that post that said how like, if a few different things happened in your life you could be a completely different person now, or whatever. I actually think about that a lot.

Talk of murder, suic*de, mental illness, violent thoughts, etc under the cut. And a lot of rambling.

When I was a teen I was in a really bad place mentally — undiagnosed, unmedicated, constantly suic*dal, and without a support system other than my friends on neopets/gaiaonline.

I was also very angry inside, as teens often are. I had a really intense hatred for my mother in particular (I still really dislike her but with the state she’s in these days I feel more pity than anything). I really really wanted to k*ll (I don’t remember if I can say that on this website but just in case) her, because I was so ashamed of her and the way she acted and looked, and how she didn’t care if she traumatized me or made me uncomfortable. There were times where I had to lock myself in the bathroom and have a meltdown to keep from getting a knife and just stabbing her to death.

These meltdowns of course were not understood or handled well by my parents and I was yelled at and threatened to be taken to a mental hospital and my dad threatened to break the door down with an axe. Of course, when I finally came out, I was punished. My parents rarely physically hit me but there was a lot of emotional and verbal abuse. It was a time when I held in all my negative emotions until they burst because I wasn’t allowed to express them, and then I was punished for acting out.

Anyway that is a part of my life that I am neither proud of nor want to think about. But I do sometimes think about how if I hadn’t had the restraint I did, how I could easily have been imprisoned or institutionalized for most if not all of my life, and what a different person I would be now.

Honestly the threat of prison and public shame is, I think, the only thing that kept me from acting on my violent thoughts. What if I had done it, and ended my mother’s life? Would I have done the same to my father (for whom I now have much less respect than I did then, due to his views and actions)? Would I have offed myself as well or tried to run? Would I have hardened my heart in prison and become a much less caring person than I am today?

What would the world have thought of me, hearing that story on the news? Would people think I was a monster for committing murder, for having done in my own mother? “I wasn’t a monster, I only wanted to end my own suffering!” Would anyone believe me if I said this in court, or have any sympathy for me? I don’t think I would have even been able to speak for myself in that way back then. My social anxiety was so bad that I sometimes couldn’t speak at all in a stressful public situation…

There are so many what ifs. But the fact of the matter is that I didn’t do it. I could have, and very much would have, were there not the threat of jail time, but I didn’t.

I often have wondered if I am/was a bad person because of this. I still have violent thoughts sometimes, but have no intention of acting on them. Mostly these days they’re directed at myself, or at people I wouldn’t even know how to find. I try to be a good person and I think for the most part I am, but there is bad in everyone I guess, and all you can do is try not to let it win?

I also wonder though, how different might I be, had I gotten help back then? If I had an adult that listened to me and supported me emotionally? If I was able to get on some kind of medication and get some therapy that worked? Would I have had a better time in high school (for the record, high school was a nightmare)? Would I be in a better position now, maybe doing something meaningful with my life? Would I have more friends, more positive memories to look back on, or be with a different partner? Maybe!

I dunno. Just some thoughts because I feel like typing them out today.

[dialovers-translations]

DIABOLIK LOVERS DAYLIGHT Vol. 2 Sakamaki Shuu [Track 5 + Epilogue]

Original title: 愛しうる限り & エピローグ

Source: Diabolik Lovers Daylight Vol. 2 Sakamaki Shuu

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Toriumi Kousuke

Translator’s note: This CD really did deliver near the very end and tugged onto my heartstrings BIG TIME. Shuu being honest with myself and realizing just how much he loves the MC is honestly one of my favorite things in the world. ;w; He definitely solidified himself as nr. 2 in my heart once more. (Sorry Shuu, Subaru will forever be number one. <3)

Track 1 ll Track 2 ll Track 3 ll Track 4 ll Track 5 + Epilogue

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Track 5: As Long as our Love Lasts

Shuu is playing the violin again.

( At some point, I grew tired of counting, or even thinking about how many times I had played the same song, or how many days - or perhaps even months - had passed since she fell into a deep slumber. )

*Snap*

“Oh...The string...I haven’t taken care of this thing for a while, so I guess this was bound to happen. ...In the end, my song never reached you, huh?”

*Thud*

He walks over to the bed.

“I’ve honestly seen enough...of this never-changing expression. I wish I could have seen a glimpse of your past self for one last time, but I guess it can’t be helped.”

He takes a seat.

*Rustle*

“I’m sure you’re aware, but I always hated being waken up from my naps. Therefore, hearing your approaching footsteps was the most annoying sound in the world to me. However, having your face be the very first thing I saw when I opened my eyes after you interrupted my sleep, honestly wasn’t half bad. ...Just the fact I felt that way, means that you must have at least meant something to me. 

...If you were to ask me the same question you did before, then I would probably give you the following answer. ーー You are special to me. Not because your blood is delicious. You are the only woman on this planet who I wouldn’t want to lose, even if your blood were to disappear, If only I had said these words to you back then...”

Shuu suddenly collapses onto the sheets.

*Rustle* 

“...Ah...The effects are finally kicking in, huh? ...I haven’t been getting a wink of sleep as of late...So to ensure I can finally get a sound sleep...Cough, cough...”

*Cling*

“I drank a certain drug from this bottle earlier...You’re not going to wake up anyway...So you don’t mind if I sleep alongside you, right? Even if that is an eternal slumber...When you’re with me, I don’t mind. That’s just how much Iーー...”

He scoots closer.

*Smooch*

“...love you. ...Ugh...Cough, cough...Haah, haah...I finally gave you the words you’ve been dying to hear...yet you’re missing out on them...You foolish woman...Hahaha...I guess I shouldn’t say that, huh...? Ugh...”

Shuu loses consciousness.

*Shatter*

( I lost the feeling in my limbs, before my mind went blank as well and before I knew it, I was unable to think of anything. I couldn’t fight back against my heavy eyelids. Now I can finally get some rest again. ーー That’s what I thought, yet...Aah, there it is again. I can hear her voice again. Per usual, she’s calling my name as if her life depends on it. I’ve heard this voice a million times, but in the end, it’s nothing but my mind playing tricks on me. Even if I wake up, you won’t be there anyway. Therefore, I chose eternal sleep. )

*Rustle* 

( You’re persistent...Guess you’re stubborn even within my dreams, huh? )

You continue to call his name.

( Oh come on...Just let me sleep... )

You persist.

( Like I said, pipe down. Don’t shout my name over and over... )

*Rustle rustle*

“Nn...Hm? ...Ugh...”

*Rustle*

“What do you want? I was having such a nice nap...”

*Rustle*

“Ah...Oh? You...are awake? So that wasn’t just a hallucination right now? Or rather, why are you crying?”

You tell Shuu you thought he had died.

“Died? ...Oh, right. Why am I alive as well? Did you do something?”

You continue to sob.

“I can’t tell when you’re bawling like that...Hm? The taste of your blood...lingers inside my mouth.”

You explain.

“...You frantically tried to feed me your blood thinking that might be able to bring me back to life? I won’t deny that my wounds heal quicker when I have your blood...but I didn’t think it could serve as an antidote as well. Your blood really is something else. Well, you still won against it though. ...Oi, I don’t mind if you’re crying, but give me a good look at your face.”

*Rustle*

“I’m asking you to move closer. My body still feels heavy, I can’t move. Come on, scoot over.”

You move closer.

“How long has it been...? I’m actually reflected in your eyes.”

Shuu embraces you.

“Haah...”

*Rustle*

“Keep still. I can’t put in much strength since my arms are still numb.”

You ask Shuu what happened.

“I’m the one who wants to know what happened. Honestly, what made you suddenly wake up? Is it because I finally genuinely admitted my own feelings...?”

You tilt your head to the side.

“You know, you’ve been asleep this whole time, remember?”

You look at him in surprisement.

“Don’t tell me, you didn’t have a clue?”

You nod.

“Well, it happened out of nowhere, so I guess it’s obvious considering you were unconscious as well. ...No, it’s fine if you don’t remember. That was a nightmare anyway.”

You ask him if it was rough.

“...Yeah.”

*Rustle*

“A lot happened...It was one hell of a ride. But right now, rather than letting you go...”

*Smooch*

“Haah...Come on, don’t get all surprised over a little kiss still. However, I don’t dislike that side of you either. When you were asleep, you wouldn’t react no matter how many times I did this after all.”

*Smooch*

“...What? Don’t panic.”

You note his behavior seems off.

“Weird? You’re the last person I want to hear that from though. I told you, remember? I went through a lot. That being said, it doesn’t matter. It’s just...I came to realize a few things.”

You tilt your head to the side. 

“How you felt, for example. Or how important it is to put things into words every now and then. ...And what you mean to me, I suppose. ...I believe you woke up because I finally understood those things. Well, you don’t seem to realize that yourself though. Oh, right...I should apologize while I can. I’m sorry for acting indifferent towards you up till now. I deeply regret it. Soーー”

*Rustle rustle*

“...Please don’t get upset and fall into a slumber again, it pains me”

You tell him you never meant to do that to him.

“Even if that wasn’t your intention, it still happened. And it was much more wicked than having you lash out at me or run away from home. Not to mention it was extremely bothersome. I had to look after you 24/7, right? In that regard...you really are a handful.”

You apologize.

“Haha...You don’t need to say sorry, really. I’ve already accepted it. I’m to blame for falling in love with such a woman.”

Your eyes widen in sheer surprise.

“...What?”

You ask him to repeat himself.

“I said I love you, what about it? I said it earlier as we...Ah, right. I guess you didn’t hear me back then since you were still asleep. ...Haha, look at those rounded eyes, your face looks hilarious. ...I really do prefer seeing you like this.”

*Smooch*

“I understand you are having trouble believing me. I’ve only got myself to blame for that. However, I’m sure you’ll soon come to realize. I already had plenty regrets while you were asleep. From here on out, I’ll tell you these words until you’ll be tired of hearing them ーー How much I love you, that is.”

*Smooch*

Track 6: Epilogue

“...Hey.”

You turn around.

“You’re ogling way too much. It looks shameless, so come here.”

You run over

“Is an instrument store really that special to you?”

You nod.

“Well, I can imagine you have little affiliation with these places. When I bring up the name of a composer, you usually look at me as if I’m speaking Chinese. Although despite that, you seemed happy to visit this place.”

You explain.

“Ahー So that’s why. Honestly, it would have been much easier to just come by myself, but I’d rather not make you upset again by ignoring you.”

You smile, thanking him.

“...I see. Whatever. ...Anyway, I requested a full maintenance along with replacing the broken string, so it might take a while. We’ll get in the way if we wait here, so let’s go over there.”

The two of you move to another room.

*Creaaak*

You look around.

“It’s a test room. Customers can use this place to test out the intruments before purchase. There’s nobody here right now, so the owner said we can make ourselves comfortable.”

You ask Shuu if he plans to buy a new violin.

“No, I’m not buying anything. I like my current violin.”

You seem confused, wondering why you’re here then.

“You really are a fool, aren’t you?”

Shuu pulls you closer.

*Rustle*

“To kill some time, obviously.”

You get slightly flustered. 

“It’s a perfect way to combat the boredom, no? It’s muh more comfortable than having to wander around outside. On top of that...This place is soundproof. You can scream as loud as you want, nobody will hear. I’m sure you like the sound of that as well? ーー That being said, we have to think about your health. I doubt you’re already back in top shape, so I won’t do anything if you don’t want me to.”

You hesitate. 

“Hm~? In that case, you want it?”

You go quiet.

“Cat got your tongue? I seem to recall a certain someone was displeased because they were being ‘used’?  Clearly tell me what you want. Right now, I can actually live up to your wishes. ...What do you want from me?”

You ask for his fangs. 

“Hehe...I hate being ordered around, but hearing you beg for it isn’t bad at all. Especially when it’s the words ‘Suck my blood, please’.”

Shuu bites you.

“Mmh...Nn...I said you could make all the noise you want, remember? It’s not like anyone but me can hear.”

You get embarrassed. 

“Heh. First you beg for it and now you get all embarrassed. You’re kind of contradicting yourself there, no? Well, it doesn’t matter. In that case, I’ll go for one of your more sensitive spots so you won’t be able to suppress your voice. Mmh...”

*Gulp*

“Hah...Exactly...Let me hear more...Why still hesitate at this point?”

You explain. 

“You’re worrying for nothing per usual. You no longer need to be scared that I’ll find you annoying or get tired of you. Well, I won’t deny that there’s times I get a little irritated by your behavior. I’m sure I might be a little grumpy when you disturb my sleep as well. 

However, I would never grow to dislike you over something like that. I already know what kind of woman you are. You’re the type to beg for my fangs in a place like this. On top of that, a loudmouth who loves to meddle with other people’s affairs and quite the handful at times. To be honest, too much of a bother to keep by one’s side. 

You puff out your cheeks. 

“Haha. It’s the truth, no? However, despite all of that, I don’t want to let you go. So don’t worry. Just let out your voice to your heart’s content, giving yourself over to me all you want. I’ve already decided I will love every side of you after all.”

*Smooch*

ーー THE END ーー

[intothewickedwood]

Once Upon A Time In Wonderland Rewatch: 1x10 Dirty Little Secrets

Oh God, it’s HER! The Woman in the Well is gonna be in this episode and I am not okay. She is legit the most terrifying thing I’ve ever seen or heard so I will not be looking at her. I really hope I don’t see her by accident!

Cyrus was such a little sh*t back in the day. I still love him though. Cool to see he’s not perfect.

I think Cyrus is the middle brother, right?

What bastards! How did they find out where the brother’s lived? Cheating doesn’t warrant getting your house set on fire. Their poor mother!  

Will (about his bottle): “There’s not a lot of elbow room. And do you know what else there isn’t.” Alice: “Please don’t tell us.” Will: “A toilet!” God, I love there dynamic and for real, I was thinking that! Poor Cyrus, all that time with no toilet, no bath. Where’s a genie supposed to go?  

Anastasia: “Magical waters flow underneath all of the lands.” That reminds me of what August said to Emma in 1x13: “Water is a very powerful thing. Cultures as old as time have worshiped it. It flows throughout all lands, connecting the entire world. If anything had mystical properties, if anything had magic... well, I'd say it'd be water.” I guess that’s how mermaids can travel across realms. And it seems you can summon the guardian of the well from anywhere. Jesus Christ, she better not crawl out of my bath!! #neverusingwateragain  

The Jabberwocky: “... or would you rather talk about your 2 children, who are being bathed by their mother in the river as we speak? ‘How quickly can she get there?’, you're wondering. ‘How will she k*ll them? Will she have mercy on the baby?’ The answers are... very fast, very slow, and no. I don't care much for babies.” Got she’s chilling.

I wonder what she whispered to him. Something about Lizard?

The Jabberwocky’s definitely a telepath.  

Eww gross! Gross! Can’t believe they took out Lizard’s- now googly- eyes and are using them to see what she saw. Can’t they just use a dreamcatcher or something, like Emma used with Pongo. I guess it wouldn’t work because she’s dead. Poor Lizard.

I’m feeling sick looking at those!  

Apparently, Jafar’s chant; “De visu intueri. Visione revelare” is latin for “to look out of sight. To reveal a vision” according to good old, untrusty google translate.

It’s interesting that Jafar uses so much Latin to cast his spells. I don’t remember if we saw any other characters in Ouat use it. Maybe Amara taught him a whole other type of magic.

Alice: “Are you looking forward to seeing your brothers again?” Me: “You know who I’m freaking not looking forward to seeing again?!”

Rabbit really needs a break.

Wow. Ana really wants to help now. Good for her!

Jabber’s having so much fun playing peekaboo with Ana.

It’s like Jabber’s voice is coming from inside Ana’s head. So cool!

Oh snap! She’s been impaled! That looks painful!  

The way Jabber looks hurt and then starts laughing in a taunting manner.  

Ouch! And then just freaking stretches her way through the swords hilt like it’s nothing!

Ana looks like she’s going to collapse.

Oh, it’s fine, Jabber headbutted her unconscious instead haha!  

Jabber’s having so much fun. You go girl!

I love Ana too, but I just want Jabber to thrive, okay??

Love this door riddle.  

Everything he says is a lie so does that mean none of the doors lead to certain doom?

JESUS CHRIST!! My computer messed up, so I had to fast forward back to where I was, and I accidently saw some of the Guardian’s face and I am not okay!! Ngl, kinda terrified right now.

Be brave, Becky. Be brave. Whenever I’m scared, I try to think of myself as Charming wielding my sword and ready to face whatever comes for me. It really helped me because I used to be frightened of my own shadow. I still can be but it’s nowhere near what it used to be. Anyway, gonna pick up one of my toy swords and cuddle it for the remainder of this episode.

Okay, here she comes. Not looking. Not looking.

Why does she talk like that?! I want my mummy!  

Well, at least she said sorry for their suffering.  

So, is that riddle guy a human who’s been given instructions to tell lies or is he some sort of creature who can only tell lies?

Oh, he disappeared. Must be some sort of magical illusion.

Well done Alice for figuring that out! She’s actually pretty clever. I always forget that.

Jafar must be confused about Ana’s sudden change of accent.

Jafar: “It would never have worked out between us!” So, were they, like, together romantically? I’m so confused about that.

Now he’s stroking her forehead with his nose. What went on between them? Or are they just like that?

She’s coming again, isn’t she? Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t.  

Their mum’s okay!

And the big reveal! Cyrus’ mother is Amara! I think I remember this absolutely shook me.  

They’re so happy!

Tell him where his mummy is!

Please.

Also, don’t hurt me.

Amara: “She’s coming for you.” AAAAAAAAAH!

My worst nightmare! Run for your lives!!

I’m not watching her, but I know she just emerges from the water in the floor and that is the creepiest sh*t ever.

My mum and I always joke that because of her dreads, she’s Jamaican and we randomly say, “give me back me watah!!” in a scary Jamaican accent, while imitating her, to frighten each other. We’re of Jamaican descent, so it brings us endless joy.  

Will: “You know she can't hurt you.” Jabber: “I don't want to hurt you. I want to help you. You've suffered so much. You've already lived a life of fear, haven't you? You believe that if the prince had chosen you instead of your stepsister, then... your mother would have loved you. And now you fear that love is forever out of reach, and that deep, dark hole in your heart will remain empty... a hollow reminder... of the life you could have had. [ Laughs ] [ Inhales deeply ] Can you feel me inside that head of yours, drifting from room to room? I can see... everything. There's a darkness in you. It's like a disease. It's rotting you from the inside. You ran away from the only love you've ever had, and now you fear... ...you'll never get it back. You and I have something in common now. We both know exactly who you are. And you're terrified that it's only a matter of time before he knows, too. You can't ever get his love back. [ Gasps ] But that's not really what you want. Is it? Or you never would have donned that crown all those years ago. You made the right choice. Do it again. Wish for your precious... precious... crown.” Jabber’s powers are so cool! I love what she does. She is absolutely destroying poor Ana by getting in her head. Also, come on, a stepsister and a prince? She’s gotta be Cinderella’s stepsister, right?

Oh my God and the way she makes her wish for her crown and jewels. They seem like such silly items in the grand scheme of things, and she’s forced to wish for them, reminding her of the life she chose over Will. It was all worthless without love.

If I was Ana, I’d wish for a Pizza. At least you can do more than wear a pizza.

She can’t bear to see Will hurt.

You can tell Jabber is actually doing something inside Ana’s head. We can only see half of what she’s doing to affect her. She gives new meaning to the phrase, “messing with your head.”

That was such an awesome scene! I wish every ouat and ouatiw character was put through this so we could learn each of their deepest fears. So, I want a spin off series called: Fun Therapy Sessions with Jabber right before Therapy Sessions with Archie. I kinda wanna make a fic series about this. I’m a hurt/comfort gal, what can I say? If anyone wants a to write this, I’ll give you all my cookies!

Sweet of Tweedledum to still care about the Red Queen even though she was awful to him.

Cyrus: “Alice, you followed me. How much did you see?” Alice: “Oh not much. Just enough to give me nightmares for the rest of my life.”

Only 3 episodes left! I’m not ready to say goodbye! This series is awesome!

[theunquenchablethirst]

The Friendly Fiend Pt1: Burned Toast (Jerome X Reader)

Yet another fucking WIP. God I hate myself.

“Being the daughter of a cop in Gotham was hard, especially when that cop was Jim Gordon.” 

 Jim Gordon is a busy man. Too busy. And he doesn’t realise it, but as his daughter is growing up, he’s slowly but surely pushing her away. And, perhaps, it’s only a matter of time before he pushes her into the arms of someone else... 

Surprisingly, since it’s one of mine, no TW

... yet

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Being the daughter of a cop in Gotham was hard, especially when that cop was Jim Gordon. He always seemed to find himself more and more work and hardly ever had any time to spend with me. And the time he did spend with me, he was never really there. He was always thinking about work. And the thousands of questions he threw at me was so irritating. He knew first-hand how dangerous it was in this city and was never satisfied I was being safe enough. I knew he was showing he cared in his own way, but it was so frustrating.

He did always do one thing for me. Make a big deal of my birthday. He always made it a point to make a fuss of me, so when my 14th birthday came around, I was so excited. I would finally get some quality time with him. I got out of bed and patted downstairs to the smell of burning and the sound of the fire alarm.

“M- morn- morning.” He coughed. “You just won’t stop growing, will you?”

“Morning dad.” I took a seat at the table and he wafted the smoke above the toaster with a towel.

He sighed and gave me a plate of burned toast, slathered in butter to hide the taste.

“Happy birthday. I have something for you.”

“More than charcoal? Wow. I’m really being spoiled.” I joked.

He pulled out a brown envelope and placed it on the table, before taking a sip of his morning coffee. I reached out to take it, but he looked nervous. He usually had a huge grin when I opened my present, but this was something new. I opened the envelope. It was tickets to the circus that just arrived in town. He remembered!

“Really, dad?” I asked, my heart bursting with happiness.  

“It’s your birthday and I know you’ve been wanting to go. You deserve it.”

“Thanks dad. And here I was scared you were gonna get me those pink roller-blades you saw in that magazine.”

“Hey, I still might.”

I chuckled to myself as he stood up to put away the butter.  

“Now, I’m sorry to say that I do have to work late today, but I’ll make it up to you tonight.”

I looked at the tickets and noticed that there were three.

“Who’s the third ticket for? Is Uncle Harvey coming?” I asked, hopefully. Harvey was great. He always let me get my way and sided with me against my dad. And he usually gave pretty good presents.

“No. No, it’s not for Harvey.”  

“Then who's it for?”                                                                                                 

“You’re going to meet someone tonight.”

“Who?”

“A friend of mine. And I think you would like her.”  

Now I knew why he hadn’t been smiling when I opened the tickets.

“You mean you want me to meet your new girlfriend.” I sighed.

“Her name’s Barbara and she’s very nice. Will you give her a chance? For me?”

Mom had been dead for three years now. I guess it was natural he would find someone new at some point, but did it have to be on my birthday? I hardly got to see him and the one day I was guaranteed time with him, he wants me to meet his girlfriend?  

“Sure. I’m going to get dressed.” I pushed my breakfast away and left the table.

“Ok, I have to leave now anyway, but ’ll be home around seven for dinner. We’ll eat and then head out.” He called after me, downing the last of his coffee.

“Whatever.”  

---

I got home from school and was about to jump in the shower, but then I had a thought.

It’s my birthday and dad’s not gonna be home for hours. If I don’t have time to treat myself today, I never will.

I turned on some music and began to run myself a nice hot bath. I even opened the shower set my aunt had gotten me a few Christmases ago to retrieve the jellybean scented bath bomb. It was bright blue, with swirls of pink and criminally glittery. I dropped it in the water and watched it fizz.

The bath looked like a witch’s cauldron. Bubbly, colourful, sparkly and magical. I tied my hair up and stepped in, letting myself slide down and rest in luxury.

As I lay there, my thoughts drifted to memories of my mom. She got sick when I was ten. I’d overheard doctors saying how much pain she was in and how much time she had left, but she never let any fear or sadness show. At least not in front of me.

She loved my dad. She was always making small romantic gestures for him and whispering him sweet nothings. I knew he loved her too, you could see it in his eyes, but it wasn’t the same. He was always too busy to dance with her in the kitchen or to take her to the lake to see the spring ducklings.

And now, he’s just moving on? What the hell? He’d been too buried in his work to even talk about mom in the last three years, but he has the time for some bimbo?

Fuck this!

I got out of the bath and stormed into my room, flinging open my wardrobe doors. I stood there, dripping on the carpet, aggressively flicked through my clothes searching for a skirt I’d bought a few months ago, that my dad hated. He thought it was way too short, but tonight, I was trying to piss him off. He needed to take the hint.

[sparring-hyena]

Ok i got a request . Remember how Chris Kait and James got those special 1 chapter episodes where they go on special dates. It would be cool to see Beccas. So its set after Book 3. Instead of going to the festival with the gang Mc decides to visit Becca first at her lakehouse and then they go to the festival just her and Becca. They ll share lots of sweet moments at the pool more fun at the concert and later on at home things can get a bit heated.

Becca reaches for her phone with the intent to scroll through her social feeds. really, she does. opening her messaging app is a reflex. opening the short text thread she has with Alex is just an accident. and typing out a hey, what’re you up to? is… a mistake? some kind of predetermined notion written into the fabric of reality?

whatever. it doesn’t matter what it is. no, what matters is that she does, send a text to Alex that is, and that she tosses her phone to the other side of couch as soon as she hits send, almost like it burns her hands.

she stares at her phone, waits for it to react to what she just did—maybe it’ll implode. she’s almost surprised when her phone buzzes a few minutes later. and she’ll never admit to just how fast she jumps forward to snatch it up.

it’s Alex. Alex responded. okay. cool cool cool.

my friends and i are on a road trip. we’ve just passed into California. you?

the you? twists itself into Becca’s mind. slips into every nook and cranny until it’s she can think and feel, and her heart is going ba-dum ba-dum and she definitely can’t just say oh, not much. just by myself at my dad’s lake house because he’s trying to buy my love now that my parents are getting divorced. except she does say that. word for word. it tumbles from her mind onto her phone and then she hits send and holds her breath in her throat as she waits for Alex’s response.

want some company then?

and what really surprised Becca is that she answers with yes.

-

in the days leading up to Alex’s arrival she cleans. not that there’s much to clean—the house is big, and she’s kept to one small part of it. she also rifles through her closet and decides, an hour before Alex is due to arrive, that she doesn’t have anything to wear. the clothes laying forgotten on her bed disagree, but she ignores that and feels the anxiety twist itself around her.

and then her phone buzzes and there’s a knock at the door. Alex is here. Alex is early.

shit.

she tosses on the first thing she can grab and runs her hands through her hair before darting down to the front door.

when Becca opens the door, Alex greets her with a warm smile that simultaneously calms and frightens. frightens, because how does her smile have such an effect on me. they stand awkwardly in the doorway until Alex clears her throat and asks, “did you wanna invite me in?”

“right.” Becca steps aside and motions Alex in.

Alex whistles as she looks around, still holding her bag in front of her. “nice place.”

Becca shrugs, because it is nice, stunning really, but the house doesn’t feel quite right—it never really has. it’s big and empty and somehow always manages to be cold even during summer.

“come on, i’ll show you around.”

-

it’s as they walk through the house that Becca realises she’s not quite sure what they are. they aren’t enemies, and now she wonders if they ever actually were. and they definitely aren’t dating. dating implies some level of commitment that Becca doubts she could ever really give. and then there would be intimacy and comfort and little inside jokes that they’d share quiet smiles over.

but that doesn’t matter anyway because she would never want to date Alex—never ever. dating Alex would be complicated and messy and she has a reputation and expectations that Alex doesn’t fit and—

“you doin’ alright there?”

“huh?” Becca shakes the thoughts away.

Alex tilts her head to the side and offers a small curious smile that manages to worm its way into Becca’s heart and find a place for itself amidst all the dark twisty tendrils that have been growing with each passing day.

“why are you looking at me like that?” Becca asks, her tone both defensive and amused.

“like what?”

“like you’re trying to read my mind.”

“i’m not, i just—” Alex sighs and Becca suddenly wonders what she’d been about to say. “you mentioned swimming?”

“swimming, right.” Becca knows a digression when she hears one, but she points to a room Alex can get changed in and says she’ll meet her downstairs.

-

Becca doesn’t actually swim. she sits on the edge of the dock beneath the dying afternoon sun and traces the water with her toes. Alex swims though, splashes around for a short while and tries to gently prod Becca in too. but Becca holds firm and insists that she’s more than happy on the dock.

Alex climbs out later, dripping water onto the dock and creating a small puddle that manages to spread and reach Becca’s leg. she pretends Alex dripping water on her irritates her and pretends to hate it when she flicks water at her.

Alex sits down beside her, and Becca thinks she’s waiting for her to break the silence that’s comfortably settled between them.

“do you wanna talk about it?” Alex finally asks.

Becca wonders which it they’re talking about—her parents’ divorce or the fact that some fundamental piece of their relationship or friendship or whatever they are, is changing. maybe it’s both. maybe it’s neither.

“thank you for visiting me,” she says instead. “i’m sure it pales in comparison to a road trip with your friends.”

“hardly.” Alex smiles and nudges Becca’s shoulder with her own. “we were all cramped in a van that doesn’t have working a/c. besides, i like hanging out with you, it’s…”

Becca raises her eyebrows, curious and nudging Alex on.

“easy.”

Becca laughs, like, full body laughs. never in her life has she been described as easy to be around.

“what’s so funny?”

“nothing, nothing.” Becca tries to suppress her laughter, but it doesn’t work.

“i was trying to be nice.” Alex makes a show of being hurt, even makes to leave, but the smile on her face tells a very different story.

“no, sorry.” Becca places her hand gently on Alex’s arm; wants her to believe the sincerity behind her words. “it was nice and i didn’t mean to laugh. i’ve just never been described as easy before, and with everything going on, i guess it’s been a while since something’s made me laugh.”

“oh.” Alex settles on the dock again and Becca’s hand remains on her arm. “are you talking with your parents much?”

Becca shrugs. “mom’s trying. i think we’re both just having a hard time adjusting to speaking to each other. it’s been good but strange.”

“and your dad?”

Becca barks out a laugh. “i think he’s just as clueless. only difference is he’s not making much of an effort. my sister and i were supposed to spend some time with him here over the summer. look how that turned out.”

“i’m sorry.”

“i don’t need pity—”

“i wasn’t pitying you.”

“i know, but it’s just…”

“just…?”

and Alex’s arm is suddenly very warm beneath Becca’s hand. warm and solid and grounding and— they’ve done this before. played this game where they share their insecurities and offer something dangerously close to companionship.

it won’t end well, she thinks, but her heart thumps along and tells her to indulge just this once. what’s one more time anyway?

“we shouldn’t,” Becca breathes, because one of them needs to say it.

“probably,” Alex agrees, but neither of them move to put some space between them.

“but we could.”

“definitely.”

“it would be” —amazing is the word she thinks— “fun,” is the word she says with a playful lilt to her voice that she hopes distracts from the longing want she can feel in her bones.

they’re closer now, faces no more than a couple inches apart, and the air around them feels stiff somehow, like the world around them took one massive breath and is now waiting for them to do something about the balloon of tension that’s been slowly inflating for months.

and then the balloon bursts, and there’s kissing and moaning and wandering hands and— oh god, Becca suddenly remembers why she wanted to do this again. it feels like electricity zapping up and down her body. it hurts and it heals, and she wonders if they’ll ever do this again—silently hopes that they will.

she pulls Alex closer, decides that it’s still not enough—some tiny part of her heart hums and says that it never will be—and moves to straddle her lap and thread her fingers through her hair.

“here?” Alex asks between frantic and hurried kisses.

Becca hums and urges Alex’s hands further down her body.

it happens quickly after that. the coil inside Becca tightens each time Alex moves her fingers and moans her name and nips at her neck and— it snaps. the coil snaps and its wonderful and horrible and Becca is suddenly acutely aware of the place Alex holds in her heart.

and that— it terrifies her, because for the first time in her life she has no idea how it will go.

-

they head back up to the house not long later, stumbling through the first floor and upstairs as they share laughs and kisses. and when they reach the foot of the bed, Becca pushes Alex back and is quick to return the favour.

-

Becca wakes early in the morning on her side and facing Alex who’s fast asleep and completely dead to the world. she takes this moment, this brief interlude, to consider her next move.

the last time they did this, she left as soon as she woke up. though leaving isn’t exactly an option right now, and Becca finds that even if it were, leaving is the last thing she wants to do.

she brings her hand to Alex’s face and brushes a loose piece of hair behind her ear. the gesture, though small, is enough to cause Alex to stir.

“hi,” Alex says, her voice heavy with sleep and eyes barely open.

“hi.”

“you were right,” she says, sporting a tired grin, “it was fun.”

Becca hums and shifts closer to Alex, tracing lazy patterns on her shoulder. “how long can you stay?”

“how long do you want me to stay?”

“i asked you first.”

“so?”

“humour me.”

their back-and-forth is light, airy. it’s how they usually talk. but there’s insecurity that hides beneath it all. insecurity that itches to be breathed into the world and soothed away.

“well, my friends and i were going to the aurora music festival tomorrow.”

“oh.”

“but maybe, if you wanted to, you could come with?”

“are you asking me to go with you?”

“i asked you first.”

Becca smacks Alex’s shoulder but can’t stop the smile on her face. “yes, i want to go.”

“good” —Alex leans in then, stops only when their lips are just about to touch— “because i really want you to come with me.”

“is that so?”

Alex hums and brings their lips together in a slow and easy kiss that Becca’s all too happy to get lost in.

“wait, hang on.” Alex pulls away, a suddenly serious expression on her face. “you didn’t tell me how long you wanted me to stay.”

forever is the word she thinks, but she just smiles and brings their lips together again, and she thinks that Alex might just understand.

[loudlysmothanon]

Lore :)

Moth does not know when yes had first met her. Truly, he only remembers that life had been much more dull before her. 

They don't know what had entranced them about her, but knew the second they saw her they could not look away. 

“Hello,” zey had greeted, zipping up to her, “I have never seen you here before, how are you?”

“I’m well,” she grinned, “though I must wonder if you come here often? It's a true wonder you’ve not seen me here before.”

“In truth, I have never been here before.”

“Well that explains it, as I’ve visited this spot everyday for years!” She exclaimed, as if it was truly scandalous yes did not already know this of the stranger they’d just met. 

“Then I must apologize for intruding and bid farewell, I did not mean to interrupt you,” Moth said, with a plain tone so common for her back then. 

“No, no-” the woman quickly objected,”no need for that at all, please sit. I’ve never seen such a dainty and curious creature as you before.”

“I appreciate the offer,” xe said, “I do, but I must decline. I require rest now and must depart, even in spite of how small this exchange has been. I simply got no rest last night.” He felt, for the first time, his heart sink. Tree knew with this one request they had likely dashed away any chances with the beauty before stem. 

Aer hope soon returned, however. 

“Then meet me here tonight,” she requested,”when I come to watch the fireflies dance.”

“If you will have me,” be said. 

“I will,” and she smiled. 

Their first conversation truly was a small and simple one, but it had warmed the hearts of both the girl and the small and queer creature she had invited to watch fireflies with her. 

–

Their heart fluttered as quick as their wings as they approached the spot where they had met the beautiful girl earlier that day. He glanced around and saw there were many fireflies flickering and flying around, just as the woman said there would be, and there she sat, illuminated by the flies' feeble light. 

Zey flew towards her and greeted her once more as zey had done earlier that day. 

“Hello! I’m so glad you truly came,” she responded in kind, “I was worried I had just imagined you!”

She giggled.

Zan face flushed at the sound, unfamiliar with it but finding it had set zan heart ablaze anyways.

He had long been a wanderer, rarely spending time with humans. There had been many days ae had spent completely separated from human settlements,even. Stepping through and by bugs as ae traveled through forests. The beauty in front of them now overwhelmed them, in honesty.

Ey realized suddenly that they had not said anything for perhaps a few seconds too long. 

“Of course I came! Truly it is not often I find myself in the company of people and would never miss such an opportunity as was presented earlier.” 

“Well then I suppose I can’t make a bad impression, huh?” She paused for a moment, “I’m Penelope Smith and it’s fantastic to meet you, what may I call you?” 

“Oh!,” dae had not been expecting this line of questioning, “Uh, call me whatever you like I suppose, I do not really have a name.”

“You don’t have a name?”

“No! Truly, I do not.”

“Well now I wish I was more creative! I'm no good at naming anything, let me think!”

“Alright.”

Penelope hummed and hawed and thought for many many long minutes before she turned once more to lun.

“I can't think of a name, but if you stay with me now I’m sure I ‘ll think of something by the end of the night, for now we can just relax and chat!”

“That seems agreeable to me.”

Thus their night truly began, as Penelope pointed at each firefly and remarked upon their species or their glow. As ae fluttered around Penelope, she began to hum a little in thought. 

“I can’t imagine that all that wing flapping is easy,” Penelope stated, quite correctly, “ I really don’t mean to push, but if you want you can come rest on my hand,” she offered, “or my shoulder”.

“It does get tiresome, if you really do not mind.”

“I don’t,” she assured. 

And as the night continued zed sat upon Penelope's palm quite comfortably until it could quite reasonably not be called night anymore.

Penelope yawned, “It's getting real late, but before I go, I’ve finally thought of something to call you! I’ll call you Moth because your wings remind me of a butterfly and you’ve sat with me this whole night through and moths are like night time butterflies!” She hesitated before asking, in a timid voice, “do you like it?”

Moth responded “it is lovely.”

“Then Moth, please, come see me here again.”

And as Penelope departed Moth knew Moth would meet her here whenever she pleased until the universe ended. 

– 

Moth had not expected to come back so soon, but somehow she found herself waiting for Penelope to chat just the next day. 

Zey do not regret it, zey find zeirself enjoying her company just the same as when they had talked yesterday. So they waited just the same the next day, and the next day, and the next, until suddenly Moth talked with Penelope every day.

Until suddenly Moth did not wait for Penelope because jee knew just when she would arrive and arrived at just the same time.

 Until suddenly they were not just meeting at the spot, but at cafes, and diners, and bookshops. 

Until suddenly Moth had met all of Penelope’s friends, all of her family.

Until suddenly they were Moth’s friends too. 

Until suddenly Moth realized they were happy, and realized they would do anything to keep that feeling. 

Until suddenly Moth had his own friends, who he introduced to Penelope.

Until suddenly Moth and Penelope clasped hands and had a ceremony in a white chapel and laughed the whole time while all their friends and family watched because neither of them ever really believed in gods but they both thought the other deserved the best and the best was probably this white chapel.

Until suddenly they held a ceremony just between the two of them where they made thousands more vows in the spot where they first met. 

Until suddenly Penelope aged and Moth didn’t and they loved each other anyways. 

Until suddenly Penelope died. 

Until suddenly all of Moth’s friends did. 

– 

Moth didn't know what to do for a long time after that. They keep both names Penelope gave them, but rarely did they use them, mostly they just sat, stared into nothing, sobbed,sometimes, if they wanted to mix it up.  

Nights and days and months passed then, with little change. 

It takes long until Moth remembers the promise they had made to themselves, so long ago. When their love was still alive, before they were even married. 

She had been happy then, she had committed herself to doing anything to chase that happiness. Ae did not think this was happiness, ae didn’t think this is what Penelope would’ve wanted for them. 

Soon after they had this revelation, they decided to re-enter society. 

Xe moved far from the town in which xir lived with Penelope, knowing xe could not bear all the memories they had there.

His first problem, upon finding the town that he’s decided to make his new home in, is that he has never had to work before. Hart didn't need money when hart was a wanderer, and after that Penelope always provided for them. 

Moth became a black smith, in honor of Penelope, who always joked that if they were to have the last name, at least one of them should actually do the job. Ne did a lot of things for no other reason than to remember her in those days.

This did not change for a long time, either. 

–

The bell above the door to the shop rang as a small teenage-looking boy entered. 

He was scrawny, with not a lot of muscle. Not the type who usually entered Moth’s shop, but not entirely foreign to hir either. 

“Hello,” Moth said, “what sort of weapon are you looking for today?”

There was a tiredness to their voice that replaced their old plain tone. 

The boy simply shook his head. 

“Look, if you can’t speak, just come up here and point at a weapon you’d like. I can give you that one or just make another for you.”

The boy just shook his head again.

Moth sighed. 

“I’m sorry,” the boy started, “I can’t buy anything, but please can I just stay in here for a bit? It’s storming outside, I’m cold.”

Moth looked outside and indeed found it storming, moth is not sure how moth missed it before, honestly. 

It takes only this and mews remembrance of how Penelope was always so fond of kids for mew to break. 

“Sure kid, stay in here as long as you like.”

A long silence stretched as the kid shuffled back and forth and Moth waited to see if any more customers would come. 

No other customers did. 

“Well, if you’re gonna be in here might as well tell me about yourself, what’s your name?”

Moth didn't talk to people that much anymore, but ce also didn't have customers who stayed in the shop this long. 

“Oh shit, sorry, my name’s Alex, uh you?”

“Moth.”

“Well that's fitting, huh?” Alex said. 

“Yeah, I thought so too,” Moth smiled, when Penelope suggested the name it truly had seemed like the most fitting name in the world.   

Silence consumed the shop again.

“Why become a smith? No offense, but it doesn’t look like you’d be able to carry the weapons you make.”

“I can carry my weapons just fine, thanks.”

Alex failed to remark on the fact that this did not,in fact, answer his question. Moth didn’t elaborate. 

“Thanks for letting me stay here for a bit while the rain goes.”

“Not like the place is crowded, people don’t tend to stick around stores like mine unless they need something from them.”

“Sounds lonely.”

“Not the loneliest I’ve been,” Moth doesn’t know if they are referring to the time before they met Penelope or after the death of their friends. Sie doesn’t think it matters. 

The rain lifts then. 

“Well then guess you’re out, bye.”

“Bye.”

Moth is relieved to go back to zhir smithing. She doesn’t like thinking about all that. 

– 

Alex comes again the next day, against all of Moth’s expectations. 

People do not often visit kins shop more than once, by the time the weapons they have bought from kin need replacing they’re very rarely still in need of a weapon. 

“Hey kid, what’re you doing here? Finally getting a weapon?”

“No, but if I ever need a weapon I think I should figure out what I need beforehand.”

Those are motivations Moth can respect, but… 

“What weapon you’ll need depends on why you need it, you often won’t know what you need until you need it.”

“Well then, in what kind of situation would I need each?”

“Well if you’re certain you can sneak up on them, you probably want a dagger or a knife, if you’re in some sort of situation where you’ll become aware of each other at the same time, you probably want a sword, if you think you can sneak up on them, but think they can brute force you away anyway you want a bow. Now, I can’t give you a bow, but I can make arrowheads. If you think you can bruteforce it you may want one of these maces or warhammers, though looking at you, you may not want to bet on being able to brute force it.”

Moth may have only done blacksmithing to remember Penelope, but zed had thrown themselves into it headfirst, learning everything they could. If they did it in memory of their love, they would do it the best. Ae made weapons as fierce, harsh, and precise as aer love. 

“Well if you’re going to sneak up on them, why not use a sword and get more damage?” He asked. 

“Swords are clunky and loud, they disrupt your ability to sneak.”

The day continued on in this manner then, with Alex asking questions and Moth answering, only interrupted by the occasional customer coming in to place an order on a weapon or two. 

No truly deep personal information had passed between them by the time that Alex left, but it hadn’t needed to be. 

–

Alex came again after that, and again, and again. 

Until suddenly he came everyday. 

Until suddenly Moth knew when he’d arrive. 

Until suddenly Alex was eir friend. 

Until suddenly Alex asked for a dagger to deal with some people that had been bothering him, and Moth handed it over for free. 

Until suddenly Alex spent more time in Moth’s guest room in the smithy than anywhere else. 

Until suddenly Alex was more a son than a friend.

Until suddenly it wasn’t the guest room but Alex’s room. 

Until suddenly Alex introduced Moth to his girlfriend. 

Until suddenly Alex moved out so he and his wife could have more space for children. 

Until suddenly Alex said

“I’m going to be a warrior.”

“What?”

“Dad, the war out there is vicious, it's brutal, I have no idea if we’ll win or lose.”

“I know, so why do you want to fight it? Stay here with us, safe.”

“It won’t be safe here forever, if I can help end this battle before it gets here I will. I never want my kids to have to fight it instead.”

“Are you sure?”

“Certain.”

“Then let me make you some weapons, so my kid doesn’t have to fight it alone.”

“Okay.”

–  

Moth moved towards the two items he usually did not even dare look at.  

Fe had kept them in 2 small carved boxes made just for storing the delicate gold bands.

These were the last remnants she had of her wife. 

Moth took them out now and as dra melted and hammered them and combined them with other metal dra told Penelope of the amazing man dra had adopted. 

Told how kind he was, how brave, how willing to fight back, of how he’d grown from him and Moth’s first meeting, about his equally amazing family, told her that if she’d gotten the chance to meet him she’d be so proud.  

Apologized ey didn’t let the two meet sooner. 

– 

Sie handed sier son two blades before he left, a dagger and a sword. 

“For any situation you may find yourself in,” Moth smiled, “just don’t rely on brute strength.”

By now he likely could’ve if he wanted to.

“Thanks ma.”

“I know you’ll never really meet her, but Penelope is in those blades, and I swear if she can see you now she’ll be as happy to protect you as I am.”

“You know I don’t believe in ghosts.”

“No, neither do I, but I’m glad you two finally got to meet.”

“Me too.”

–

When they are told the news, they are also told his blades could not be found. 

Moth still didn’t regret making them.

Alex was much younger than Penelope was when it happened.  

Mew wanted, then, to curl up and stay in her smithy and remember and cry for a long time, seeing only the place they’d met, speaking only to ghosts. 

However, xe knew xe could not leave xer daughter in law mourning alone. He would not do that to her or his grandchildren. 

Zey found smiles came easier this time, even while still mourning. Hu knew Alex was not there and never would be again, but hu was reminded of him often and was surrounded by people they love. 

They made more weapons and finally started making armor, their son’s sacrifice would not be in vain and their grandkids would never fight the war. 

Sir protected those sir loved and they still died, but the love lost was still important. 

The world was full of those to love and Moth found that despite all the grief moth wanted to meet them. 

[megakimathi]

Headcanon fanfiction merformer cryptid Rung/reader

@auntabysmal

1 PART (I divided  fic into parts)

- The reader is a fem human

- I leave the city names blank so you can imagine the meeting places for yourself.

----

Their first meeting and acquaintance took place on the shore (Name of the resort town).

The LL pod stopped in this city, and so far they had been here for three days. There is always room at the Aquatic Research and Rescue Center for the mers, and most of them sailed there to rest, only sending their holoforms there to scout out a human settlement. The rest settled on the beach area reserved for them, immediately finding various caves and flat low rocks and settling there.

Rung, who was in the rest of the group, crawled almost halfway out of the water onto dry land, with a caught fish in his teeth. He was going to have a good rest and lunch. The sun was warming his long orange and white body, and his tail was still in the water, just in case the wind was too dry - he could easily splash water into himself with his tail.

- FISH!

The merformer had finished his meal before he heard someone else's scream. Licking the remains off myself of his lunch, Rung looked around, thinking someone was asking for his prey, and saw nearby a human, looking right at him.

As he approached, it turned out to be a land puppy. The human puppy waved cheerfully at him with his little hand and was already walking toward him. Rung himself was in no hurry to leave the warm place, watching the child, only waving his palm back excitedly and uncertainly. In a way, his invisibility could ironically be called avoidance of the land people, while the rest of his congeners leave their places so that no one will bother them.

Of all possible human beings, he can be seen by children. He still couldn't get used to it.

- Hello big mermaid, what are you doing here?

The child stood beside me, looking at Rung with a smile. Like all human children, his gaze did not linger long on someone else's physical form, immediately looking around, sitting down next to the unknown creature. The toddler held a bucket in his hands, immediately taking to building sand castles. He was in his home clothes and had not yet changed into his little bathing suit. He had a panama hat on his head.

- What's a human puppy doing in "mermaid territory"? You're not allowed in here, are you? I don't know if your parents will scold you. Maybe they're already looking for you

Rung did not correct the child, playing along with him on the first word. The cryptid merformer lay his chest on the sand, so as not to tower over the little man too much, and show his peacefulness. Why are children always drawn to him?

The child squeaked resentfully, grabbed his panama and patted Rung's arm with it. Would have hit the creature with the bucket, but didn't want to ruin the sand mound, the merformer himself, chuckling quietly, found the fluffy hair braided into cute pigtails.

- I am not a puppy!!! I am a human being!!! My name is Y/N. My mom knows where I went...I guess.

The little girl showed him her tongue, aghast as the wind snatched the panama out of her fingers. Rung managed to grab the flying little hat in time to return it to the child. Y/N was visibly embarrassed and hid her face in it.

Rung smiles at the child's emotions and introduces himself in return. He hadn't planned on meeting people in any way, of course, but even this interaction was pleasant. He asks permission to touch her hair, and after her affirmative answer, he lowers his head further and pokes his nose lightly into her small shoulder while his large hand, compared to hers, touches the fluffy plaits. Human hair really is unusual to the touch.

After a moment, he feels a reciprocal touch, against his face. He looks at the girl - her eyes wide open, she doesn't look away from him, her hands touching his glasses, going down to his cheeks stroking them. Rung lets out a rumbling sound under the human happy smile, and swishes his tail to splash some water on his body. A couple of drops hit the Y/N, but she doesn't resent it

****

When two voices call out Y/N's name, a little girl sits on the sand and builds sandcastles under Rung supervision. They both turn at the sound, and the little girl gets up from the sand with a sigh, appraising her creation. She waves to the two human behind the merformer territory line, and they spot her, look around, and walk toward her across the strange stretch of beach.

- Will we meet again, Mr. Rung?

The Merformer meets a naïve look, to which he only smiles, shrugging uncertainly. He doesn't know the answer himself; he won't tell her it's all down to her memory. But the little man seemed pleased with that answer anyway.

He watches as the family gathers, the adults looking through him as usual as the child tells them about the "new friend of Rung" and points in his direction. Parents only sigh, gently scolding the child for entering someone else's territory, where people should not be.

When they leave, Rung returns in the water to hunt again.

The second time they crossed paths (Name of Town).

Several people gathered on the high pier because they saw dolphins swimming by. But they especially made delighted noises when they spotted the merformers.

The humans were smart enough not to jump in the water to the sea creatures, who decided to look at them themselves. But the sea creatures were close enough, and it was as if they were flaunting themselves in front of the crowd on purpose. Merformers usually avoid humans, but that's until the creatures decide to communicate themselves.

Rung looked out of the water to see the whole circus. Rodimus, as always, attracted attention by the way he splashed in the water. The rest of the merformers swam quietly at a good distance from the humans, and from him, So they don't get hit by his tail.

- The merformers are so cool! Y/N, come here and look at them!

Ears fins Rung twitched as he heard the rather familiar name. Adjusting his glasses, the cryptid-merformer carefully looks at the pier and sees two young men, one of whom called out to a rather familiar girl. He swam closer, looked closer, and saw a pendant hanging around the human neck. He recognized it immediately. Y/N hasn't gotten rid of it after all these years.

He looked at her more closely and realized that she had grown up and was not at all like the child who had kept him company for so many days, a few years ago. Except now she couldn't see him anymore.

Her wandering, curious gaze fell on him, and Rung had a blind hope that she would be able to see him. No, her eyes and brain can't recognize and distinguish Rung's figure, so she was immediately distracted by something else.

The girl herself was twirling the pendant in her fingers, looking curiously at the Merformers. Her eyes kept falling on the object in her hands, Y/N frowned as if trying to remember something. Something seemed vaguely familiar to her.

Her thoughts are interrupted when Rodimus finishes his games and calls his crew to continue their journey. The people look at the merformers for a little while longer, and leave the dock to go about their business.

Rung watches as Y/N hides in the crowd with his friend, and then catches up with his pod himself.

Their second meeting is over before it begins.

[hello-im-not-a-possum]

YEEHAW IT’S MIDNIGHT WHICH MEANS IT’S AUGUST 1ST WHICH MEANS INK DEMONTH SO I CAN FINALLY POST THIS NOW:

1. Pride

Diversity win! There is not a single cishet in the hivemind of ink creatures (To their knowledge) that you slaughter on a daily basis to make yourself beautiful! AKA: Possum has a fuck ton of LBGT+ headcanons regarding the BATIM cast and is happy to use this DeMonth prompt to indulge them. (Set before the loop starts, but after Buddy Boris meets/befriends the lost ones.)

Malice flicked through the channels of her cameras, trying to find more prey in her territory, and stopped when she saw a gathering of the lost and the searching (and exactly one Boris, the most perfect one she had ever seen.) in the Heavenly toy’s lobby, their prophet was brazenly sitting on the side of the waterfall as if he did not fear the ink when he should have.

Her ears steamed with anger as she saw that group, it was far too large for her to deal with on her own and too far away from the Projectionist’s grounds for her to manage to lure him to them. But on the bright side, she could learn some important information from them, after all, with how casually the prophet was sitting and gesturing and how the other freaks in the crowd were responding, this was clearly not one of his normal sermons.

(“I still find it rather funny that almost none of us are straight and that the few straight ones among us are trans, it’s like all this time we thought we were sheep hiding away in wolves’ clothing among wolves, unaware that the “wolves” were simply other sheep in hiding as well!”)

[Funnily enough, I’d rather be a sheep than a wolf, I think it makes more sense for me to be an animal that’s helpful to others but also easily scared.] The Boris wrote on a typewriter. [Or at least, I wish I had some kind of input on what I am, but I doubt I’d make myself an animal…]

(“Speaking of which...”) The lost one next to the wolf whispered in his ear as she looked over his typing. (“How are you holding up, Buddy?”)

Instead of typing, the wolf drew himself shrugging and put a bunch of question marks around him, then stuck the drawn-on paper in his typewriter and added to it.

[It’s hard to think most of the time, Boris always seems stronger when I’m alone, but I know the Ink demon will find us if I stay with you, this hunger is driving me crazy, and I just wanna go home. But on the bright side, I don’t have to deal with periods, chest pain from binding, or people condescendingly calling me ‘Miss Lewek’ anymore.]

She turned on the sound in that room, watching them like one would watch a Tv drama, but what she heard caught her off guard.

“So as long as we’re being honest about ourselves with each other…” The lost one stood up and pointed accusingly at Sammy. “Were you and Joey and a thing all along before the machine came into the picture!?”

If she was drinking water, she would’ve spat it right back out. Sammy, with Joey?! In the latter’s dreams, maybe! Even a few of the other lost ones looked shocked at the question, the Boris even gasped loud enough for it to be audible.

“Technically yes, but not by choice, mind you.”

“WHAT THE FUCK?!”

What the fuck indeed random lost one. The angel wished that she didn’t hear that, but now that she couldn’t unsee it, at least it made a little bit of sense in hindsight. After all, in her eyes, they were awful enough to deserve each other.

“...Why?”

“It’s just, well... somebody had to keep his eyes from wandering to the lambs- err- younger, more naive, less experienced employees, not children (to my knowledge). And at the time, I really thought that he did at least care about me beyond our work relationships, at least a little bit…  But from what I’ve seen, I believe the only things he had ever truly loved were himself, and the idealized versions he had made of other people. His ‘dream versions’ of them, if you will.”

“And this whole time, I thought he was running off with Susie with all those lunch dates! Or where the three of you all… yaknow, *together* together?”

 “Not knowingly… However I wouldn’t put it past Joey to cheat on people. As for Susie... I did like her, maybe even love her in a way, but I doubt I could ever love her in the way she wanted me to love her, and-or love her carnally. I don’t even think I could fake it like I could for Joey, she was never signing my checks and wasn’t holding that over my head so I’d be too disgusted to even try.”

Malice was almost about to march down there herself and push him into the ink, but she knew this troupe all too well, and knew that sometimes this place worked on story logic, he’s now going to say something that alters the context of that statement enough to not justify her going over there and slam dunking him into the ink.

“Now that I think of it, I don’t think that I’ve ever loved… anyone in that sense. I can’t think of a single person or situation where the idea of doing that is anything other than gross at best. In fact, there was someone who was close to me a long time ago, someone who, while I have long forgotten now, would perhaps even be what one could consider a soulmate. Even then, the mere thought of doing that with them still makes me queasy…” The prophet sighed. “I suppose I am simply meant to remain alone in religious celibacy. A relationship of that kind would interfere too much with my worship anyway.”

"Ahh fahr foehck's sake... I can't believe dat it's dis foehckin stupid..." A more lucid, absolute giant of a searcher in the back of the crowd slapped his forehead.

“It?” Malice repeated curiously. “Huh… maybe it and I had more in common than we thought.”

“You're clearly a sex-repoehlsed asexual, you doehmbass! literally everyahne who's ever been in de dark poehddles at de same time as you figured dis ooeht befahre you ded!” He shouted through cupped hands. “celibate people are people who WANT sex, boeht dahn't poehrsue it fahr variooehs reasahns, dey ARE NAHT people who are desgoehsted wit sex to de point where dey legitimately throw oehp and feel 'ahrreble after doin de nahrmal vanella stoehff! Stahp foehckin foehckin people when you're clearly naht cahmfortable wit it, and you and future partner..s? 'll be 'appier wit yooehr rahmantic poehrsuits!”

The searcher, upon realizing that he had furiously sworn at the Prophet, their leader, the one who does not fear anything within the studio, not even the deepest depths of the dark puddles, and most terrifyingly of all; the former music director, he slinked into a puddle within the crowd in fear of being the target of reawakened ancient wrath. Everybody else looked back and forth to the prophet and back at the searcher who spoke out as they remained in stunned silence, even their eavesdropper was worried for his fate, even if in her case she feared how the show would end rather than his outcome. Surprisingly, and luckily for him, the Prophet broke the tense silence by laughing in that caught-off-guard tone of it.

“While you were rather… crude about it, what you’ve said does make a lot more sense then Joey being so bad at sex that he turned me away from men altogether, even if it is funny to assume that he was.”

“A-aye… and I can't believe dat you wrahte an entire foehckin sahng abooeht it! 'ow ded you naht get fired fahr dat?!”

“Good question, I wish I could remember the answer…”

[Maybe you had blackmail on Drew?] The Boris typed out and handed to Sammy.

“Yeah, maybe because you used to be so close to him, you saw skeletons that Joey would want to keep in the closet” His lost-one friend added.

“Like HIMSELF!” A voice from the back added, making the others in the room burst into laughter.

With the tension in the room gone, the group just went back to talking about either journeys they took to become comfortable with themselves, or the various past relationships that they had, or wished they had or in some peoples’ cases, all three.

Malice continued to watch them bitterly. It was as if they had either forgotten what the outside world was like to people like them or they simply didn’t care, and she wasn’t thinking about the ink that made up their bodies. Part of her envied how freely they had talked about themselves and each other, part of her felt like she had been smacked across the face, and a third part of her felt lonely. All of them seemed so happy telling their stories and building each other up, and here she was hiding away with her own story that she had wished to bury.

However, there was no iron clad law stating that she couldn’t tell them her own story. In fact, maybe if she came out of her own cage, made Sammy understand that big part of why voicing Alice was so important to her, made sure that it understood that as the very first explicitly female character she voiced, that Alice Angel was more than a beloved character to her, that she was a part of her, the biggest symbol of her own femininity, then maybe it would recognize the error of its ways. Maybe it would see how devastating it would be to be shunted aside without notice in favor of someone newer, prettier, ‘more feminine’...

She shut off the camera and thought it over, and she made up her mind. While she still didn’t want to share her story with everyone, Sammy needed to know it. Whether the Prophet liked it or not, she was going to pay it a visit.

[lovelysugawara]

**grammatical errors ahead, sorry guys**

plot: you and Kuroo are married, but your husband turns cold over you, because of an incident a year ago. Will he once again love you back???

I’M SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT. But here we go, our last episode of Love Me Again. Once again, thank you very much for reading this.

Cont…

Part 15 (end)

*Hina’s POV*

“Congratulations, you’re 2 months pregnant.”

I can’t explain what I’m feeling right now. What we feel right now. 

Tetsuro’s a bit shocked, but you can see tears from his eyes. 

“Tetsu, y-you hear that? I-I’m, I’m-” I can’t help but cry happily.

This joy, I almost forgot this feeling.

“Hina, I’m so happy.”

Both of his arms are now around me. He’s trembling, he’s nervous just like me. 

Nervous but happy.

Also, I became aware of what happened a year ago.

I need to protect our baby.

I touched my belly and I know we can all do this. 

***

Months passed and I’m already 5 months pregnant.

I stopped going to the flower shop, I mostly stayed at home and just went out for check ups.

Tetsu is very hands-on on taking care of me.

I can say he’s being overly protective. And I understand that.

He doesn’t stay for overtime anymore. And he always makes sure that he will come home early to make my dinner.

I have a very strict diet and I want what’s best for our baby.

What’s the thing I really love right now? It’s my husband’s hand, rubbing on my stomach. And his voice is so soothing and assuring while he talks to our baby.

“How are you now, love? Any part of your body hurting? Want me to massage you?” Kuroo placed his hands on my shoulders.

“Hmm,” I can only feel relief after he presses my shoulders.

I don’t know but I felt relaxed knowing Tetsu is beside me.

“I’m fine, I’m just glad you’re here.”

He walks in front of me and sits down. 

“How’s our baby?” he gently touched my stomach and I giggled.

“What is it? Did our baby move or something? Let me feel it too.” 

Tetsu is so excited while he keeps on touching my belly. And I only smiled at him.

He stops and looks at me, he gently smiles and hugs me.

“I love you, Hina. You know that, right? I love seeing you like this.”

“You mean, seeing me barefoot and pregnant?”  I asked him.

“I mean, seeing you happy and smiling like this. Well, barefoot and pregnant are not bad. You’re both beautiful anyway.” 

I smiled at him, feeling content on how he looks at me, how he takes care of us.

I touch his face, “Thank you, and I love you too.”

He closes our gap and kisses me.

***

“Dear God, you’re so big, Hina.”

Kenma’s unbelievable reaction had me laughing one day when he visited me.

“I can’t believe it, it’s just a few months. And you’re this big.”

Kenma sits down on the couch.

“Kenma, of course, I’m growing a child inside my body. Ofc I’ll be big. Oh, and by the way thank you for the gifts. You literally bought everything, we can’t do shopping for the baby now and that made me relax.” Me and Tetsu were so shocked one day when people started delivering baby stuff from Kenma.

“It’s nothing, I even bought a 1 year supply of baby diapers, it will be delivered before the baby is born..”

“Wow, thank you, Kenma. You really don’t have to.”

“I insist. It’s my gift for the both of you.”

I touch my stomach, “See, little one, Uncle Kenma already loves you.”

“Of course, I know he or she will be wonderful. Like his/her parents.” 

I smiled knowing Kenma already loves our baby.

“So is it a boy or a girl?”

“We decided to know it on the day of the delivery. But I’m also excited if it’s a girl or a boy. Well whatever the gender is, I know we both love our child.”

I lovingly caressed my stomach and I feel so happy doing it. Kenma is so excited about it too.

“Waaaaaaah, I’m so happy Hina!”

Mika is already crying while we talk over our video call.

“Mika you’re crying again,” I laugh at her never ending tears.

She blew her nose in between our conversation.

“So how’s your delivery? Was it painful?” I can’t hide my worries because I know it’s painful to give birth.

“Where is the brave Hina that I knew? Haha, don’t worry the doctor knows what's best when you’re at the delivery room. You don’t have to be nervous.” Mika says confidently to me.

“It can’t be helped, it’s my first time. I didn’t feel it before.”

“Ohh Hina,” 

I didn’t mean to be sad by that, but somehow I kinda feel disappointed with myself.

***

Even all these time, knowing we will have our baby soon I can’t stop thinking about our first baby. Our first born.

I can’t stop crying for the loss of my princess.

I know it’s been a year, and I know she’s at peace now.

But this uneasiness I felt. What if it happens again? What if I really can’t have a child?

I always find myself hugging my stomach every morning, protecting my baby. Kuroo probably noticed it but he will hug me too. And that made me calm.

He knows I’m anxious, I’m worried, and we didn’t want to discuss it.

But today is different.

He saw me crying one afternoon when he came home much earlier.

“Honey, what happened? Are you okay?”

He at once ran towards me, both his arms now protecting me, embracing me.

“Tell me, are you hurt? What do you feel, Hina?” his voice soothes me.

It makes me feel that I’m not alone right now.

I feel embarrassed, because whenever he’s not with me, I feel so sad and so down.

I felt worthless and because I’m still haunted by the fact that our first baby died all because of my weak state. 

And now, I know we are very careful and Tetsu’s been so caring.

Everything is in the proper place and everything is fine. 

It’s just I’m so distressed by everything.

Worried about everything.

“You know that everything will be alright, right?”

I suddenly looked at Tetsu.

“You know that this time is already different. And you know our baby is healthy and so you are. Are you still thinking about our first baby?”

I suddenly started crying. And that confirms everything.

The feeling of loss, the feeling of sadness and guilt about our baby, it all came crashing to me right now.

Tetsu didn’t talk after that, he just hugged me while I cried my heart out.

After my eyes no longer shed tears, we lay down on the bed.

I’m still in his arms, and he repeatedly caresses my hair to calm me.

“Are you okay now, love?” Tetsu touched my face so that I could look at him and opened my eyes.

“I think I’m much better now. Thank you Tetsu.” I smiled at him.

“Don’t tell me you always feel like that whenever I’m not around?” 

I can hear the sadness in his voice, and it makes me feel bad about it.

“I’m so sorry, I still have it deep inside my heart I guess.” I have to say this anyway.

“Somehow I blame myself for it.” Kuroo said and I instantly looked at him.

“No! Of course it’s not your fault I feel like this.” I wanted him to understand that it’s not because of him.

“But you see, if I only console you, and never take you for granted, you won't feel miserable. You won’t suffer so much, because you will share it with me. But I choose to neglect you and forget about your feelings.” I can hear the sadness in his voice, and I wanted to change his mindset about that.

But first, I need to change mine too. 

And I think I know what to do

That night I hugged him and we consoled each other. And be there for each other.

***

Few days after that, we decided to finally go visit our first born.

This might be the second time Tetsu saw the graveyard of our little angel.

We both stood in front of the head stone, and when I looked at Tetsu, I saw him tremble. Eyes filled with lots of emotions as his tears fall. 

He probably feels it too. The loss, the guilt, the sadness, the feeling of regret. 

We miss our baby. Even though we didn’t get the chance of holding our angel.

“I’m so sorry my baby, it’s been so long since I visited you. I run away from my sadness and I choose to deny it, and even to the point of denying what happened to you. I even pushed your mother away and our marriage almost fell apart,”

I can’t help but tear up, while listening to him. I put my hands on his back, trying to support him and reminding him he is not alone.

“I’m so sorry for being such an irresponsible father to you, and a husband to your mother.” Tetsu finally released his feeling of regret.

“Tetsu, let’s move on.”

I feel him nodding quietly. And I felt his hug tighten. 

I cried too, and we hugged each other in front of our little angel.

With this, I hope we can forgive ourselves for the things we think we can’t.  

And I think that’s all we need, to start anew.

***

And the day of my labor came.

“SERIOUSLY KUROO! I THOUGHT YOU’RE ALL PREPARED!!! WHAT THE HECK?!”

Despite the pain I felt at the moment, all I can hear is Kenma’s annoyed voice. 

All because Tetsu is panicking at the moment.

I remember I put our things in one place and he probably forgot? I’m in pain but i can’t help but giggle.

“Seriously? Panicking in the middle of it?”

“Kyaaanmaaa! Can you stop nagging at me? I got it. Let’s go!”

With so many bags in his hands, Kuroo rushed outside and Kenma guided me slowly to the car.

More than the pain I’m feeling, I can’t wait to see our little bundle of joy.

“I’m really hoping that this thing won’t happen to me again.” Kenma is still annoyed at what is happening.

“Forgive your friend already, he’s just worried and tense. I’m sure he will help you once your wife is in labor too.” I smiled at him.

“Please, don’t smile like that, I know you’re in pain. And don’t mind me, I ‘ll just beat Kuro’s ass later.”

I laugh at his annoyed expression.

We arrived peacefully at the hospital despite Kenma’s continued nagging over Tetsu and I know they are already prepared for this day for me. While they rolled my bed to proceed to the labor room, I felt worried knowing I’ll be alone. 

I looked at Tetsu's worried face, he calmly smiled at me.

“You will be fine, I promise.”

He held my hand, and kissed it.

“I love you,” 

I didn’t actually have the chance to say I love you too. Because sleep already claimed me.

***

Ever since I was a little girl, I always dreamt of having a perfect family.

Mom always tells me that once I fell in love with someone that I can share my whole life with, everything will be perfect despite the imperfect world.

Falling in love with Tetsuro teaches me that life won’t be perfect, but that’s okay. We can always make it perfect for us, and for the family we have.

After hours of labour, our little angel delivered safely.

“It’s a healthy baby girl! Congratulations!”

And my heart skipped a beat, knowing we have our princess.

I can barely hear them, but I know I’m smiling. With my foggy eyes, I tried to search for my baby inside the room. I started to panic when I couldn't see her.

Then someone reached for my hand, “Don’t worry love, they are cleaning her.”

Tetsu’s warm hand calms me down.

“Here’s your baby,” one of the nurses carefully holding her.

I watch as Tetsu carefully cups the back of the head of our princess and bend a little to show it to me.

“She’s very pretty.” I smiled as I watched him teared up while holding her.

“Of course, she’s your daughter after all.” I smiled at Tetsu, not mentioning how I wanted to cry himm too.

“Have you decided on her name?” he asked me.

“Megumi, she will be Kuroo Megumi. She’s a blessing to us.”

“Megumi, Megu, I like it. She’s perfect already.”

I can’t help but smile while watching how Tetsu admires our baby.

“Thank you, thank you for giving birth to our child. Thank you for not giving up on me, on us. I love you, Hinari.” 

“I love you too, Tetsurou.”

He kissed me on my lips and today marks as one of sweet memories we will forever cherish.

***

A/N:  Thank you so so much for waiting and for reading this fanfiction. Really enjoy writing this one. I’m going back to my original update schedule for the other fic I’m working, Distasteful Pursuit. If you can also support me there, my luvs, please. Thank you, thank you, and thank you guys.

See yah ^^

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Marinette’s Luckiest Charm 10: Knit

So much for WIPril. Oh well 🥲

Read on AO3 here!

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While Kagami was putting on a brave face after Adrien left, Marinette hadn't been so sure that Kagami was really as calm as she pretended to be. "Hey Kagami, Luka, maybe we can go to the arcade after this? It's not time to go home yet, right?" Marinette smiled, hoping the suggestion didn't come across as awkwardly as she thought it sounded in her head.

"Sounds good to me," Luka said affably. Thank goodness he was willing to roll with it. Marinette didn't doubt that Luka understood the intention behind Marinette's request.

"I… might enjoy that," Kagami said shyly, a small smile touching her lips. "Thank you. I would have left with Adrien in an hour but… I have more time than that if I request it. I'd like to spend more time with the both of you."

They finished off their floats and took a subway to the arcade, talking about the experience at the archery range. Kagami explained more about archery forms and her past competitions and how she prepared for them, with Luka listening in and absorbing all she said and asking clarifying questions. Marinette wasn't able to keep much of an interest but it was great to see Luka and Kagami interacting like friends as Marinette had always hoped they'd do.

They spent about 2 hours at the arcade before Kagami got a notification that her mother wanted her back home. Marinette and Luka said goodbye as Kagami stepped into Tatsue, and then rode the subway back to the bakery.

"I think Kagami will be fine," Luka said. "I sorta got the sense she was prepared for this."

Marinette sighed. "Yeah, I guess. It probably still sucks for her though."

"It probably does. But if you both want we can keep hanging out and spend more time together. Well," Luka then shrugged sheepishly. "I guess you can do that without me."

"No, it was great to see you two talking with each other. I want you two to be friends!" Marinette beamed up at him. "Thanks for hanging out."

"It's what I'm here for."

"To hang out?"

"To hang out with you," Luka smiled. "But I've taken up enough of your time. I'll head out. See you tomorrow." He leaned over and kissed her.

Marinette waved him off as he went back down to the subway. Marinette's parents welcomed her back and the family ate their dinner together. Marinette finally got back to her room and… something felt off. Her first instinct was to look for the Miracle Box, but it was hidden away under her sewing supplies, only… Only she had recently pulled out the Bee, hadn't she? She was wondering if she needed to find a new bearer for the Bee and had no idea who to give it to. She'd been toying with the idea of handing it off to Juleka before the date, but she had to set it aside to leave on time. Where had she left it?

Had she taken it out?

There was a thunk on her balcony roof. Hmm, she had actually expected him but it still gave her a little trepidation that he'd arrived now. She'd have to search for the Bee later, if she'd even taken it out at all, she must have just misplaced it somewhere like she did everything else! Marinette climbed up her ladder and opened the hatch to the balcony.

Chat Noir was perched on her railing. She hadn't expected him as Chat. "Ch-Chat Noir?"

"Hey." Chat said that so softly Marinette almost didn't hear.

She made her way out onto the balcony proper and leaned on her railing next to him. "Are you alright?" Chat didn't answer except for a shrug. "Kagami said it felt like you two broke up."

He turned to face her, looking surprised. "What do you mean?"

"The way you left today. She said it was the end for you two."

Chat laughed a little bitterly. "Yeah. I guess. And now you know who I am."

"Chat Noir would never give up his Miraculous to someone he didn't trust. And you didn't hand it to me. Kagami wouldn't give up Longg to anyone she didn't trust. It had to be you, Adrien."

"Surprise." He sighed. "I wish I told you earlier."

"You tried, remember?"

"Ugh, sorry. Not that way. In a nicer way," Chat sighed.

"It's… alright. What did you want to talk about, Chat?" Marinette tried to keep the question neutral but she was thinking he'd start talking about Kagami.

"I found my mother."

Marinette reeled back in shock. "Oh, oh my gosh, that's so…" Good? Exciting? Why did it sound like Chat was mourning? Was it bad news?

"My father is keeping her in some… life support thing. In a secret basement. A secret basement I didn't know we had!" Chat growled. "I thought she disappeared and she's been right under our noses, literally, for the past year and a half? How crazy is that? And why? Why would he do this?" Chat Noir slammed a fist against his thigh. "I hate this. I hate all of this. I can't believe he'd lie to me, I can't believe he'd just let me think that my mother was dead. I can't believe he and Nathalie are… some kind of together. I can't believe he put Mom in some suspended animation tube capsule thing in a garden underneath our house!" Chat let out a breath. "I needed Plagg back. I needed something to make sense. So yeah, I think Kagami and I are done. Or whatever. But I can't handle anything right now."

"I'm… so sorry," Marinette said softly. "What can we do?"

"I was gonna ask you that. I don't know, I really don't know. Somehow maybe I find myself wondering if my father is Hawkmoth after all? This seems like such a supervillain set up, you know?"

"But he'd been akumatized before? As the Collector?"

"Yeah, I guess." Chat hung his head in exhaustion. "I don't know anything anymore, Milady."

"Well, no matter what happens, if Gabriel is Hawkmoth or not, we'll find a way to set things right together. We'll figure out how to save your mom. I promise," Marinette said as gently as she could, placing a hand on his shoulder and squeezing. He turned toward her to put his head on her shoulder.

Except that wasn't what he did.

He had leaned in to kiss her.

Their lips had barely brushed before she shoved him and leapt away yelling out a "NO!"

"Sorry! I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I don't--I didn't…" Chat stuttered, clinging to the railing to prevent falling out onto the street after he lost his balance.

Marinette covered her mouth with both hands but gasped out a "Wh-why?"

"I…! I…" Chat gulped and stared down at his hands. He let out a breath and his entire body sagged, drooping down to hang his arms and chin over the railing. "You were the first girl I fell in love with. I saw you being so brave and courageous when you told Hawkmoth that you'd protect Paris. I thought 'there's a girl who has a plan and knows what to do and she isn't afraid of doing the right thing.' Whoever you were behind the mask, that's who I wanted to be with." He lifted his head slightly to look at her. "I still do."

Marinette looked at Chat for a long moment before shaking her head. "I can't do this." She turned around to open her hatch and go back down into her room.

"Wait!" Chat leapt over the railing and grabbed her arm before she dropped down. "Please, wait."

"Chat. Don't touch me."

"Wh… what?"

"I said don't touch me!" Marinette yelled, wrenching her arm from his grip. She crossed her arms over her chest, hugging herself tight. She looked around, anywhere but at Chat, and after a few tense moments she sighed. "What is it, Adrien?" She still wasn't looking at him.

"I'm… just scared. I really am sorry, please you have to believe me. I know this sounds like an excuse but it's the truth. You just… seem to have it together and… I really wanted to… have that too."

In that instant Marinette heard Luka's voice in her head: "Cool story. Still wrong." She laughed softly to herself, tinged with a little bit of bitterness of her own.

Oh no. Luka.

She had to tell him.

"I… know this is going to sound bad, but. I don't know where else to go, Marinette. You're the only one I trust."

Marinette looked up at Chat Noir, her forehead wrinkled with lines of worry and questioning. She searched his eyes and knew he was miserable. She took in a deep breath and let it out. "Okay. You wanna stay here for tonight?"

Not trusting himself to say anything, Chat nodded.

"Okay. Let's go back inside." Marinette silently prayed that she was doing the right thing. She dropped down to her bed, leaving her balcony hatch open so Chat Noir would follow. Marinette went down to her desk and… and there was something that she'd been doing before… looking for…

Well, whatever.

She needed to call Luka anyway. Marinette pulled out her phone and her last screen had been sending a text to Sabrina that it was alright to go in and pick up the group project. Oh, that must have been it, duh.

"Hey, Marinette?"

She flicked her eyes up at Chat Noir only for an instant. She looked back down at her phone and… she didn't feel like she wanted to call right now, so she pulled up Luka's texts and started typing. "Yeah?"

Chat took in a breath and started saying something but bit it back. "Thanks." She heard him sit down on her bed. "Claws in," he said quietly.

Good, it sounded like he was going to stay up on her bed. That was fine, she was hoping to get some more homework done at her desk anyway.

"Are you going to tell Luka?" Adrien asked.

"Yeah, I am."

"You… don't have to. It won't happen again. We can keep it between us."

Luka's voice was in her head again. "You can tell me everything, or nothing if you prefer." She nodded to herself. "I'm not telling him because I have to, Adrien. I'm telling him because I want to. He's important to me."

Adrien was silent for a few heartbeats. "Alright," he said, sounding defeated.

M: Chat Noir is here, he's

M: not doing okay

After a few moments she saw that he was typing back.

M: he tried to kiss me

L: Oh? Is he

L: What???

She was in the middle of typing out "it's okay, I stopped him" when she saw another message pop in.

L: I trust you

L: Hope you're okay

She felt tears falling from the corners of her eyes. Marinette was surprised by that. Maybe she wasn't okay after all.

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HAH take that canon

[dialovers-translations]

DIABOLIK LOVERS DAYLIGHT Vol. 4 Sakamaki Subaru [Track 1]

Original title: 不機嫌の理由

Source: Diabolik Lovers Daylight Vol. 4 Sakamaki Subaru

Audio: Here [Original & Adjusted pitch versions available]

Seiyuu: Takashi Kondou

Translator’s note: This CD has been a rollercoaster of emotions. When I first started listening to it, I was so distraught by the drastic change in Subaru’s voice, I had a hard time focusing on the actual content. Thankfully, I found a solution and was able to listen to the altered pitch version while doing my translation, which really helped me enjoy it much more. uwu

Track 1 ll Track 2 ll Track 3 ll Track 4 ll Track 5 + Epilogue

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Track 1: The Reason Behind a Bad Mood

The scene starts with Subaru running around frantically in the forest.

“Haah, haah, haah, haah...Ugh, fuck!! ...Hah...I’ve been runnin’ all over...So why can’t I find this damn thing!? I have to hurry or she’llーー...!! ...I’ll find it no matter what...She’s the one person I won’t let die...!”

He continues running.

*FLASHBACK*

Subaru enters the entrance hall.

[01:05] “...Oi! I thought it was weird you weren’t in your room, but this is where you’ve been? ...Don’t tell me, you’re not ‘bout to head out, are you?”

You nod.

“Ah...? Do you have any idea what time it is? Why can’t you just do groceries tomorrow?”

You insist.

“Ugh...! ...What is it you want?”

You explain.

“Takoyaki and donuts...!? Why do you need those thi...Tsk. Must be Ayato and Kanato, huh? Did they ask you?”

You nod.

[01:45] “So that’s why you’re thinkin’ of makin’ a casual trip to the grocery store in the middle of the night? They’re makin’ you run errands for them ‘cause you always just obediently nod your head in response. Just ignore them!”

You frown.

“...Tsk! Let’s just go then...”

You seem surprised.

[02:07] “I can’t stop you, can I? In that case, I’m taggin’ along. You really think I’m lettin’ you head out by yourself?”

You thank him.

“I...I’m not worried or anythin’...! I’m only comin’ with you ‘cause I’ve got nothin’ better to do! Don’t get the wrong idea! ...Now just follow me!”

*TIMESKIP*

[02:42] “...Oi. You still haven’t made a choice? All donuts are the same, no!? Just how long do you need to make up your damn mind!? ーー She’s not even listenin’. Ah-ah...Look at that serious expression on her face. All for Kanato’s sake, what a fool.”

You continue looking at the donuts. 

“...Ugh, whatever! I’ll be waitin’ for you outside. This sickly sweet smell is makin’ me gag!”

He leaves the store.

*TIMESKIP*

The two of you are walking back home.

[03:33] “...Hah.”

You ask if he’s upset.

“Haah? …I’m not mad, really.”

You seem worried that he’s upset about what you did earlier.

[03:41] "If you feel that way, you already have a clue, don’t you? Then stop pesterin’ me with your questions. …It’s annoyin’. …For one, you should have never listened to those guys in the first place. Next time you better refuse, no matter what they tell you to do. You’re in no way obligated to take orders from them.

You protest.

“…Hah? What do you mean, ‘but’? You’ve got a reason or somethin’? You talk back to me all the time, but when it’s them, you suddenly become obedient, huh?”

Subaru corners you against the wall.

*Rustle*

[04:20] “— Ugh. Seems like…you’ve forgotten who you belong to. …You’re takin’ orders from other dudes left and right…It pisses me off seeing you like that. I’ll make you remember who’s the only guy you should ever listen to.”

You start to panic.

"There’s nobody ‘round, really. ...Even if there was, they wouldn’t be able to see us in the dark. Now if you just keep your voice down, nobody will notice. ...Come on, stop restlessly lookin’ ‘round and face me instead.”

*Rustle*

“Let me suck your blood...”

You grow flustered. 

[05:04] “...Heh.”

Subaru bites you.

*Gulp gulp*

“...Hah. You’re being surprisingy meek. Where’s the usual cheekiness, huh?”

You explain.

“Oh? You’re actually enjoyin’ it, aren’t you?”

You protest.

[05:28] “Hah? ...No wonder I thought you were clutchin’ it so protectively...Even in this kind of situation, you’re still worried ‘bout the stuff they asked for, huh!? I seriously don’t like this! Seems like you just never get the message unless I make myself loud and clear.”

You ask if he is mad. 

“Yeah, exactly. I’m mad. How could I not be!? It pisses me off how you keep on showin’ concern towards anyone and everyone but me! On top of that, you hesitate whenever I tell you to just ignore their requests! Stop takin’ orders from others already!”

You tilt your head to the side.

“...Hah? Whatcha lookin’ at? Are you goin’ to beg for mercy?”

You ask if he is perhaps jealous.

[06:22] “...Haah!? W-Who are you callin’ jealous!? ...Bullshit! For one, you’re to blame for being unable to just turn down their requests! All you need to do is say ‘no’ next time, yet you keep on sayin’ ‘but’ or ‘still’...What’s so bad ‘bout just turnin’ them down for once!?”

You try and defend yourself.

“Hah! Again with the ‘but’, huh? Just spit it out already!”

You explain.

“Hah? Well...Knowin’ those guys, it’s obvious they’d lose their shit. Kanato’s a pain in the ass with his angry tantrums and Ayato would probably say something like ‘Then give me your blood insteーー’ ...Wait, is that why you can’t turn down their requests?”

You nod, explaining that you don’t want anyone but Subaru to suck your blood.

[07:15] “...!! ‘Other than me’, you say...? ...Oh. So that’s why...”

You ask if something is wrong.

“...I-It’s nothin’...! Anyway, if that’s your reasoning, you should have told me sooner! How am I supposed to know from just a single ‘but’ or ‘I mean’...!?”

You apologize.

“Well...Seems like you haven’t forgotten who you belong to, at least. That’s why you don’t want anyone but me to suck your blood, right?”

You nod.

“...You need to make yourself a lil’ more obvious, honestly.”

You insist it is partially his fault for misunderstanding as well.

[07:56] “ーー Hah!? There was never any misunderstandings on my part! ...Besides, you sure have some nerve, puttin’ the blame on me. You really are defiant towards me. I was gonna let you off the hook ーー But scratch that. You’re at fault for enticing me. I’ll suck you from the other side next. ...I feel like leavin’ more and more of my marks on you.”

Subaru bites you again.

*Gulp gulp gulp*

“...Hah. You’re lettin’ your voice slip. I thought you didn’t want anyone to see us? Not that I care ‘bout that.”

*Ba-dump・ba-dump*

[08:50] “...? ...O-Oi! What’s wrong...!? I haven’t sucked that much for you to grow weak in your knees already, right!?”

You clutch your chest.

“...Are you feeling under the weather perhaps?”

You shake your head.

“You sure? You’d say that even if you aren’t actually ‘fine’, wouldn’t you?”

You insist that you’re fine.

[09:13] “...Okay then. ...Hah. Don’t give me a scare like that. It doesn’t feel good suckin’ from someone who’s shaky on their legs. Wanna just go home? ...Come on, gimme your hand.”

You grab his hand.

“It’d suck if you were to nearly collapse again, so hold onto it tightly, ‘kay?”

You nod.

“Haah...Ah, speakin’ of whichー Did the takoyaki and donuts you were oh-so worried ‘bout make it out unscathed?”

*Rustle rustle*

You shriek.

“Hehe...Guess they still got crushed in the end. Serves those bastards right!”

You frown and decide to avoid them once you’re home. 

[10:03] “...Hm? Ah, yeah, you do that. If not, who knows what you’ll have to go through when they take out their anger on you. I’ve been worried ‘bout that as well, so sounds great. Just stay within my sight for today.”

You tell him it will be fine.

“I don’t believe your ‘it’ll be fine’. So I’ll make sure to keep an eye on you even after we get home to ensure you don’t run in any trouble. ーー And if the coast is clear, I’ll continue where I left off earlier.”

You get flustered again.

“Hehe...Don’t freak out now. Come on, let’s go home.”

The two of you start walking back to the manor.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

[im-like-if-a-girl]

*THE* mean-girl-dean-girl's Supernatural reboot MEGAPOST!

I'm gonna stick a little "keeping reading" here because hoooooo boy, this is a very long post.

Let's start with

Plot

Season 1

Dean kills John while they are out on a hunt in a crime of passion, but Dean doesn't remember because he blacked out. Cue Dean going to Stanford to get Sam and tell him "Dad's on a hunting trip... and he hasn't been home in a couple days."

The audience doesn't know what happened to John, but slowly figures it out with Dean and Sam as Dean slowly remembers what happened that night.

The entire first season, the boys are following the trail John left and fighting monsters as well. They find out Dean was with John, Sam realizes Dean has an unreliable memory, they have heart to hearts about their childhood and the fire, they find John's body, "how could you kill Dad?" but maybe Dean didn't kill dad, whooaaaaaa, misdirection.

It was actually good ole yeller eyes (Azazel) and he made it look like Dean killed John.

Okay, now let's move on to the first episode

Not sure how the opening would work, I would like the story of the fire to be revealed over the course of the first season, but maybe the opening scene could be a little bit of an establishing character relationships and backstory, idk, I haven't thought that far yet.

I'm thinking maybe it's like, Dean gets back to a motel room covered in blood and he listens to a voicemail on his phone from John saying he was on a hunt or something, I don't really know lol.

HOWEVER

I do know that after the intro rolls, we get a scene of Sam waking up to his alarm and "Nine to Five" by Dolly Parton starts playing.

Y'all know where this is going.

Cue a montage of Sam's normal Stanford college life (him sitting through lectures, walking through the campus with friends) spliced with scenes of Dean absolutely slaughtering a nest of vampires (or some other monsters, whatever works best.)

But

Now onto

Characters!!! (And descriptions)

Dean Winchester

Some lovely person on this site made edits of Dean with platinum blond hair and it made me feel some kind of way so we're doing that, homie's gonna have platinum blond hair

Side note about the hair, later when the brothers are running from the FBI he dyes it a dirty blond/light brown (insert jackles hair color controversy here) as a disguise.

He also gets tattoos because we were robbed.

Speaking of tattoos, concept: when Dean comes back from Hell, all of his tattoos are gone. His body is a clean slate, devoid of tattoos, scars, etc. So he gets his tattoos done all over again, which he doesn't mind because he made some bad, drunk tattoo decisions in his youth.

(And before you ask, yes, he does get one for Cas, either a bee or Cas's name in enochian, something cute.)

Dean goes to therapy after Sam gets sent to the Cage.

It's actually court mandated because he got in trouble, lol, he would never go to therapy on his own.

Along with the hair, Dean gets to be the grade A twunk we all know he is.

Sam Winchester

His hair gets longer in every scene he's in

No jk, but imagine

King of Microaggressions

Sam starts off like the sweetheart he is in season 1 but in later seasons he starts enjoying killing a little too much...

It's that demon blood, ba-by!!!

He brings up issues of morality to Dean, i.e. killing monsters who aren't hurting anyone. (Yes I know this is contradictory to my previous statement, but these two facets of Sam can and will coexist.)

Sam and Jess's relationship is explored further, meaning we'll need to start with a different inciting incident, but that's fine, I think everyone can agree fridgings are *(thumbs down)*

Sam doesn't truly know what happened the night of the fire until later, and then he understands why Dean is so protective of him.

Jess

She gets to live beyond the first episode

She is also trans

No, I don't feel like I have to explain myself and I won't 💜

She urges Sam to join Dean in a search for their brother, kind of gets pulled into the hunter lifestyle by association lol.

She dies on a rusty nail after fighting vampires on a routine hunt with Sam

No jk!!!

But imagine....

She's amazing and I love her and Lucifer also uses her as leverage against Sam and possesses her because I think that'd be cool.

She supports Sam 100% and also she and Dean are buddies, pals if you will.

She meets Cas Thee El and immediately she Knows, that is a homosexual.

She dies still so that we can have a Saileen Endgame but she's not dying the first episode or in a fridging. Not on my watch.

Castiel

He gets to keep his raw, light-fixture-exploding power.

I want more of that "I pulled you out of hell, I can throw you back in" energy except over dumb shit like Dean not cleaning up after himself.

He looks like a Dilf in every scene he's in, yeah, that's right, dilf with a capital D for *(GUNSHOTS)* *(gets sent to horny jail)*

Claire

She gets pink hair

And more time with Cas

And maybe a nose piercing

Feel like she should be able to kill a couple angels onscreen, punch a couple homophobes

She gets to meet Jack and teaches him swears and fun slang words.

She deserves it.

Jack

I says "that's my baby and I'm proud."

Jack starts off as a baby, but like Amara he grows up super quickly.

Like, baby to 11 year old in a couple days or less.

This is because Jack's emotional age on the show is on par with that of a 5th grader.

It's at this point when he's a young kid that he runs away from the Bunker and shenanigans ensue.

It's also at this point that Dean threatens to k*ll him.

(Still not sure if I want that in my Supernatural (threatened infanticide? In my Supernatural? It's more likely than you think) but we'll see. We'll see.)

Throughout a majority of season 13, Jack is like an 11 y.o. kid

Season 14 he's like a 16 y.o. teenager

Season 15 he's 21, you get the picture.

Listen, I love Alex Calvert a lot. He's great.

But Jack is a child and should be a child.

Kelly Kline

Kelly, baby, stay right where you are, you're perfect.

Eileen

SHE DOESN'T DIE

SHE GETS TO BE IN THE FINALE BECAUSE SHE'S AMAZING AND I LOVE HER.

BLURRY WIFE WHO? I ONLY KNOW SAILEEN ENDGAME!

She teaches Claire and Jack swears in sign-language. Castiel is not impressed.

John

J*hn W*nchester stans, DNI.

He's dead.

We only see him in flashbacks and only sometimes hear his voice in voice overs.

He's not "down the road" from Dean in Heaven, in fact he instead gets to wander around in some Purgatory like Hell for the rest of his time :)

People who get to say "fuck" on the show:

Cas (but only Once)

Jody

Bobby

Now onto other things

I want more of

Ghostfacers

(they need more screentime because I love them)

Dean/Benny

We know they had a thing.

They definitely had a thing.

Demon Dean

Again, I feel like more should've been done with this. All that build up for what, 2 episodes? was not utilized well at all.

Dean's Bisexuality

Straight Dean truthers DNI, my Supernatural is a show about love and being true to yourself

You think Supernatural is a show about 2 straight brothers fighting monsters?

Naw bitch, this is a show about the Gay Experience

He will get to have relations with men on this show.

Of course, only after John dies does he, y'know, display it. Maybe he kisses Cas on his dad's grave just to fuck John over, make him roll in grave.

We all agree John would be/is a homophobe piece of shit, right?

Okay, glad we're on the same page.

Dads

3 men and a baby with Jack is what I'm saying.

I love it when the Trio are father-figures to younger troubled characters they see themselves in, even better if it's like reluctant-but-loving father figure, oh, that trope gets me every time :'^)

Dadstiel and DadDean are my favorites, but I like it when Sam plays "Uncle Sam" to kids too lol.

"Fellas, is it gay to want a tight knit family with your husband, his son, his vessel's daughter, your brother, his wife, your cop mother figure and her wife and their adopted daughters? Asking for a friend."

Garth

Biggest flaw of Supernatural was underutilizing Garth.

I will never not be bitter that Garth was only in like, 7 episodes out of the whole 15 season series.

Every episode with Garth gets immediately 5 times better.

I love Garth.

Follow ups on characters who had entire episodes featured around them and then just... vanished???

This is mostly about Jesse, the magic kid whose imagination ruled an entire town like, his daddy was a demon and nothing came of that kid??? Only one episode about him?? No follow up???

KID CAN MANIPULATE REALITY AND WE'RE NOT GONNA GET A FOLLOW UP ON THAT?????

Uh, there was that one episode with Ennis the guy whose girlfriend was killed by a monster? I think?? Who we never see again, that was weird.

Tamara from season 3, episode 1.

And of course-

Cassie

She was so cool, and then we never saw her again :////

She gets to be a badass.

Religious imagery

As a former Catholic school student who has become for the most part, disillusioned with religion, religious imagery in TV shows like Supernatural make my brain go "brrrrrr."

Fun episodes!!!

Like, after season 6 or so, there's a drop in funny episodes

I'm talking Changing Channels, The French Mistake type stuff. (Scoobynatural is an outlier and should not be counted.)

So anyway

In my version we would have more fun episodes

I'm thinking

GENDER-SWAP EPISODE, BABY!!

(why they didn't do that in the original, we'll never know.)

An episode where Dean gets to wear eyeliner

That's it, end of post.

I want less

Racism

Yeah I feel like this is self explanatory, nearly every reoccurring character in SPN is white, and black side characters normally die in the episode they first appear in, or they'll be featured as a villain (Uriel, Raphael, Billie, etc)

Also there's a lot of... uh... asian fetishism featured in the show (what with "Busty Asian Beauties) that's really gross, also Kevin was a bit of a stereotype...

Also also it's super yucky how they kill the gods from other religions like???? Uh??? That's super disrespectful, let's not do that????

I know Supernatural is like, inherently racist because monsters are a separate race that are seen as some dangerous "other" that must be eradicated by hunters in a form of genocide-

Okay we won't get into that but

Still

Stop killing all your POC

Fridgings/Unecessary murders of female characters

I know Supernatural starts with a fridging, so this will be a hard thing to remedy, but

One death that really pissed me off was the death of Charlie

Yeah, that was pointless and we're not doing that. Charlie gets to live and be an awesome aunt to Jack.

And also Claire

Charlie Bradbury Superiority

Charlie and Garth get to meet because they're nerd/geek solidarity.

British Men of Letters

I fucking hate these guys

They're "litcherally" the worst.

The worst part is that the actors they have playing the British AREN'T. EVEN. BRITISH.

And you can tell

Uh, and that's all for now, I'll add more later.

tag list for people who liked my "if this post gets one like I'll post my SPN reboot masterpost" post.

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Thank you for the support, hope the wait was worth it.

[horansqueen]

Stuck With You - Chapter 17

Chapter 17: Can’t Fight This Feeling

🡪chapter 1  🡪chapter 2  🡪chapter 3  🡪chapter 4  🡪chapter 5  🡪chapter 6   🡪chapter 7  🡪chapter 8  🡪chapter 9  🡪chapter 10  🡪chapter 11 🡪chapter 12 🡪chapter 13 🡪chapter 14 🡪chapter 15 🡪chapter 16

College Enemies To Lovers AU

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I can't fight this feeling any longer And yet I'm still afraid to let it flow

I tell myself that I can't hold out forever I said there is no reason for my fear

And even as I wander, I'm keeping you in sight You're a candle in the window on a cold, dark winter's night And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might

My life has been such a whirlwind since I saw you I've been running 'round in circles in my mind And it always seems that I'm following you, girl 'Cause you take me to the places that alone I'd never find

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                                           I took a nap and when I finally woke up, my eyes fluttered open and I stared at the ceiling for a few minutes. The things I told Devon kept playing in my head. It was so intense I was pretty sure I had actually dreamed about it. The expression on her face when I said I'd keep on having sex with Mandy was one of the most hurtful things I had ever seen and I regretted it, especially because I was not even sure I wanted to keep this friends with benefits thing with Mandy anyway. It was getting harder and harder to sleep with her because no matter what I did, I always ended up thinking about Devon, and it made me wonder if maybe I should just use my hand for a few days instead. I had no idea how I'd tell Mandy but I'd definitely find a way, or just avoid her.

I turned my head to the left but frowned when I noticed Devon was not in her bed anymore. I sat up slowly and rubbed my eyes before getting up and walking to her bed. I bent down slightly, placing my fingers on her pillow for a few seconds before sighing. I knew exactly where she was, but I was not sure she wanted to see me there. I held my breath, wondering If I should really follow my feelings and after a while, I pushed the idea away and grabbed my keys, my wallet and my phone. I ended up ordering some food on a small restaurant near campus and when I got out, I ate while walking back to my car.

I let my thoughts wander for a while and finally grabbed my phone again, sending a text message and starting my car again. After 10 minutes, I parked and grabbed my phone again. Lewis had just answered a thumb up and I sighed before getting out of my car and walking inside his building. The elevator was not empty but the whole ride, I stared at the spot where I was sitting the night before, with Devon straddling me. I let out a low groan when I remember our kisses and the way my hand had slipped under her shirt, but was brought back to reality when the doors opened again.

I knew I shouldn't remember every little detail so vividly because of how intoxicated I was, but It was all clear in my mind, from the way she whimpered to how she felt when she was grinding on me. I wanted to remember it, especially if I was going to use my hand for a while.

The door opened and I chuckled when my eyes met Lewis'. "You looked so fucked." I laughed as he flipped me off and let me in.

"Why did you ask me if the way was clear?" he just asked, ignoring my comment.

"I'm not in the mood to have a chat with Mandy." I just admitted, pushing my hands deep in my pockets and raising my nose up slightly. "I need a break."

I heard Lewis laughed and turned to look at him, raising my eyebrows. "You plan on having sex with Devon instead?"

"No."

"Did you two do dirty things in my bed last night?" he wondered quickly.

"What? No!"

"I wouldn't mind!" he  laughed again, walking to the kitchen as I followed him. "Beer?"

"No thanks." I shook my head. "Look, I'm here to ask you if you're looking for a roommate."

Lewis turned around, a water bottle in hands, and quickly threw it at me. I took my hands off my pockets just in time to catch it and he smiled more, taking a sip from his and leaning against the counter.

"Why are you really 'ere, Horan?"

"I just told you."

Lewis sighed and pushed himself away from the counter before moving closer and staring at me.

"You really want her to move with me, or you actually crossed your fingers earlier wishing I'd say no?" I didn't answer and he shook his head. "Anyone who's got two eyes have noticed how you two look at each other you know. I'm not really sure why you haven't shagged her yet. Or asked her on a date."

I couldn't tell him that there was no way I was falling in love again. I couldn't tell him I knew that I could love this girl so much it would literally destroy me when she'd break my heart. I couldn't tell him that a love that lasts doesn't exist and that for that reason, I didn't feel the need to try it again. What would it give me to admit all that shit to him anyway?

I opened my water bottle and took a sip from it before shrugging. "Because I'm not interested."

"You can say that all you want and try to convince yourself, but you ain't convincing me." Lewis laughed, shaking his head again. "I do need a roommate. Tell her she can move whenever she's ready."

I choked on my water and moved my body forward, bending down slightly as I started coughing and tried to find my breath back.

"R-Really?" my voice was so low I cleared my throat, trying to show indifference.

"Yea, really." Lewis repeated, letting a smirk curl his lips. "Unless you want to admit right now that you'd rather have her stay in your room with you."

"Where is she going to sleep?"

"Do you have a problem with us sharing a room?" This time, I couldn't stop my head from snapping up at his words, making him laugh again. "Relax! I'm joking! I can move my stuff from the room next to mine, there's barely anything in it anyway, and I don't use it. Of course, it's smaller than my room, but there's ll be enough room for both of you when you come visit her."

"Funny."

"You know you're a twat, right?" he asked, amused. "You're in love with her and I swear mate, if you don't make a move, you'll regret it."

"Love is fake." I pointed out casually, shrugging a shoulder, before adding something quickly so he wouldn't argue. "Okay so I'll tell her it's alright. How much will it cost her?"

"Tell her to call me, we'll sort it out."

I sat in my car, my hands gripping the wheels tight and my eyes shut tight. I was not sure of what exactly I had done, or if it was a good idea. All I knew was that my whole body was throbbing because I was just realizing that Devon was going to move out of our room and probably never come back. I wouldn't have a reason to see her, or more, I wouldn't have an excuse to see her. I wouldn't hear her snore or watch her sleep anymore. I wouldn't be able to glance at her when she was studying, or listen to her singing in the shower.

I hit the wheel a few times, accidentally pressing the honk once, and let out a few curse words. Why did I even tell her I'd talk to Lewis? And why did I actually do it? I shut my eyes tight, trying to get rid of the knot in my stomach and breathing in and out deeply in hope it would get my heartbeats back to a normal pace.

I drove back and parked but instead to get back in the room, I walked to the art department and found her painting alone in a room. She was surrounded by other people's works but she was focusing on what she was doing, moving her brush a bit roughly on the canvas, and I stared at her. I felt guilty for doing that, as if I was spying on her while she was literally throwing her feelings out but I couldn't stop myself.

My heart twisted when she pushed her hair away from her face with the back of her hand before blowing up to push a lock away from her eyes. It reminded me that it would fall on her cheek every time she was sleeping and I leaned against the door frame. I don't know how long I stayed but from time to time, she would move slightly, allowing me to see part of her art being created and it made something stir inside me. She was so secretive, I wish she'd show me more parts of herself but at the same time, I was well aware of all the feelings it could make me feel and I didn't want that.

Suddenly, she threw her brush away and my eyes got bigger as I got out of my thoughts. It hit the wall in a light noise and fell on the floor, coloring it with dark blue, almost indigo color. She let herself fall on the stool a bit further and put her hands in her face, letting out a short sob. In a last moment of rage, she threw her foot in front of her, hitting the easel and making her painting fall on the floor. I saw her get up and I knew exactly what she was about to do. Without thinking, I started running to her as my heart jumped up in my chest.

"Devie no!"

Just in time, I grabbed her waist from behind, pulling her up and taking a few steps back. She started struggling but I held her tighter against me and after a few seconds, she stopped and I put her down as she let out an other sob.

"Hey, hey!" I whispered, grabbing her shoulder to turn her around. "Are you okay?"

"I-I just... It was crap!"

"Devie, hey, look at me." I cupped her face, holding it in place as I bent down, making sure our eyes were at the same level. "You may think that now but if you destroy it, you'll regret it, I swear you will."

Her eyes fluttered and she swallowed hard before her lips parted slightly.

"You know I'm right." I added in a whisper.

It took a while but she finally nodded and I did the same, breathing out a low "Okay" before letting her go. She closed her eyes and I walked past her, putting the easel back up and grabbing her painting.

"I don't know why you hate it." I admitted, raising my eyebrows as my gaze roamed on her painting.

After about a minute, she turned around and walked to me, standing right next to me and tilting her head as she looked with difficulty at her art.

"What do you see?" she finally asked, not sending me a glance.

"A light, in the top right corner." I let out after licking my lips. "And how that light can't reach the rest of the painting. Something is blocking it from shining... this. This darkness."

I pointed the darkest part of her painting and she sighed loud, pressing her lips together. I turned my head slightly to study her and she just closed her eyes and shook her head.

"This is so bad." she pointed out, mostly talking to herself, as she turned around to leave.

I grabbed her wrist quickly but gently to stop her and when she turned around, her eyes met mine again. I could feel her soft skin brushing in the palm on my hand and it reminded me of what had happened in the elevator. Why the fuck couldn't I get rid of all these images? Of all these damn feelings?

"If you won't let me throw away this horrible piece of painting, can you at least let me go take a shower?"

The thought of her in the shower flashed in my head and I blinked a few times, letting go of her wrist. My arm fell on my side and when she turned around again to leave, I took a step closer.

"Wait, Devie."

She stopped but kept her back facing me. I could see drops of paint in her hair, on her jaw, and down her neck, and all I could think about was leaving a kiss on every fucking spot. This girl was fucking me up so bad. I got even closer and sighed, making her turn around as she placed her hair behind her ear.

"What?"

We were so close I could kiss her. I could kiss her again and feel everything I had felt the night before. I could kiss her and go write an other song. I could kiss her and remember why it gets me so addicted.

"I talked to Lewis." I finally said with a sigh, pushing my hands in my pockets again. "He said you can move in with him whenever you're ready."

Her facial expression changed into a sad one and her lips parted, making me want to kiss her even more. If I kissed her, maybe she wouldn't leave... maybe if I asked her to stay, she actually would.

"Oh. alright." she nodded slowly. "Can you send me his number?"

I nodded and licked my lips, looking down at my feet before looking up in her eyes. "Are you sure you want to leave?" I asked, knowing I should just let her go. "I mean, it’s your room too. Where are you going to sleep you don't even have a mattress.. or a job. How will you pay him?"

"I have a few saved and, I had a job interview a few days ago." she admitted with a shrug. "It's probably better I leave."

I let my eyes travel on her face, knowing it would probably be easier for me if she was far, but still feeling like shit. It was a constant fight between my heart and my head and it was tiring. The days we were not both sleeping in our room, I still thought about her. I imagined her with Louis or a very few times, I thought of her on top of me. Most of the time, though, I would play in my head the few interactions we had had together, wondering if I should have said more, or less. Now that I thought about that, it made me realize that perhaps, not having her in the room was not going to tone down all the things she made me feel.

"Do you mean that? Because it's your room, too." I repeated in a soft voice. "You can stay."

I was surprised by how resigned she seemed but she finally nodded and sent me a sad smile. "Yea, I'm sure. I think it'll be good. I need a change. Perhaps this is just what I need."

Something inside me seemed to break at the thought that I was what was wrong in her life and that being away from me was the change she needed. I sent her a small smile and grabbed my phone in my pocket, sending her quickly Lewis' number. She blinked a few times when she received it and took her phone, quickly typing something on it.

"Thanks, Niall."

It only took a few seconds for Lewis to answer and when I saw her jaw drop, I frowned a bit.

"What's wrong?"

"Well, seems like you're going to be stuck with me again, I'm sorry." she sighed before looking up and raising her eyebrows. "This is too expensive for me."

I felt torn inside, not really sure if I should feel relieved or annoyed, and when our eyes met again, I could see how disappointed she was. She wanted out, she made it clear. Who was I to beg her to stay, or be glad she was not leaving? And what for exactly? To push her away again whenever I'd have the chance? Because I knew I would, it was the whole plan, and hurting her was something that seemed to hurt me, too.

"Not too sad?" I asked, raising my eyebrows, ready to decipher her expression instead to listen to her words.

"Honestly? Yea, I am. I don't have many friends here and Lewis seems cool. Plus you and I, in the same room... let's just say it's intense."

I couldn't disagree with her and my lips curled on the left. "Yea, quite a bit I'd say." I admitted with a chuckle. "But hey, I'm sure we can make this work."

She shook her head slightly and chuckled nervously. "I'm not so sure about that."

We remained silent for a while until she raised her eyebrows and smiled more. "Okay, I really need a shower. I'll see you in our room."

I took one of my hands from my pockets to wave slightly at her and watched her leave until she was out of sight. I stayed alone, in the painting room, standing up motionless for a while before turning around and going back to her painting. I glanced at the brush near the wall and decided to go get it and clean the floor before sitting in front of her art. It was so self-centered of me to think that, but I ended up wondering if maybe, I was what stopped the light from shining down on her. Maybe I was the darkness in her painting when I desperately wanted to be the light. But how could I be the light when I was myself invaded with darkness and bad thoughts? How could I help her let the light shine when I was still bitter and closed off? Because I knew I was, I just thought it was how I was supposed to be to make sure I wouldn't feel for someone and get hurt. Could I have been wrong? I shook my head and sighed before rolling my eyes. Of course, I was not wrong, but it was a lot harder than I thought it would be.

I couldn't stop thinking about her words, and about how sad she seemed to be stuck with me in this fucking room. I couldn't blame her. I made her life a living hell since she got here, and on purpose too.

"Fuck it." I whispered to myself, grabbing my phone again and dialing Lewis' number. "Hey, mate, we need to talk."

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Requests

[nyxedcreation]

Ok so

I just finished listening to scare you to sleep, I think it was the 5th true horror episode and I got ✨inspired✨ because I've had a lot of weird paranormal and real tangible person shit happen to me, so let's talk about that!

Let's start with the paranormal

My childhood home has a lot of ghosty goos in there, and I constantly felt their presence, I think I was the most aware and interactive with the spirits there than the rest of my family

This house has only been in my family, it was built for my great grandpa and is was inherited by my Nana, who is the landlord of it. No one else has lived there outside the fam. Let me give some context before my experiences.

When my Nana and her 10 other siblings were young, they decided to do two seances there, which as good little mormon children they DEFINITELY botched whatever ritual they were making up or found in a shitty book. The first was to summon and speak with a girl they went to school with who had died. My Nana said nothing happened but for about a week, every morning, all the sinks and showers would be slightly tuned on, to where there was a small, pretty quiet but consistent stream of water coming out of all the faucets and shower heads.

They also did a seance to try and bring back their dead horse, which my Nana says that horse appeared in the mirror looking pissed, so they covered the mirror with a blanket, but the horse's face appeared through that too, looking more pissed.

My nanas favorite sister, and roommate in their medium sized house (small for a family of 13) woke up one night to find my Nana surrounded by black hooded figures while she was sleeping. So the sister booked it up the stairs to tell their parents, but when all three ran down to the room the girls were staying in, there were no spirits, although, if I'm remembering correctly, my Nana had been moved from her bed and was fast asleep (don't quote me on that tho!). This sister of my nanas saw the hooded figures two other times, once in the closet of the room my mom is staying in now.

Fast forward to me being alive and living in that house. One day after walking home from school, I see a very tall, black hooded figure standing at the bottom of the stairs leading to the basement. At this point in my life I was very used to seeing entities, so I wasn't super bothered, but I did do a double take anyway, only for the figure to be gone, of course. I'd also like to note that I didn't know about the story in the previous bullet point until a few years after this lil experience. I have also seen a very tall, black silhouetted figure leaning out of my mom's room from the door, peering into mine, but I saw it as I was running out of my room to go outside, so it was more of a blur and I couldn't tell if it was hooded or not :/

Whenever I was home alone, almost every time except save a few times, I heard a woman down in the basement humming and singing. I could never tell what she was singing, and the tune didn't sound familiar but was always the same (so after awhile it was). I was never scared of her presence, even as a child, she always felt, warm and protective, as though she were singing to cleanse and replenish instead of creep a kid out.

I get sleep paralysis, not as much as an adult now than when I was a kid. But when I was a kid, my episodes were intense, like I vaguely remember having an episode where at this time my bed was right next to the closet, and I kept hearing whispers coming from it. After some time, I could hear what they were saying and it was awful. Whatever was in my closet kept whispering for me to k*ll myself, or my family, it told me I was useless, I finally regained control and screamed for my mom in sheer terror. She says what I told her still haunts her to this day. Apparently I kept whimpering that the voices in my closet kept telling me to k*ll myself. There are only a few episodes I remember that differed from my usual.

My usual episodes consisted of one to three shadow people entering my room and standing at the end of my bed. Pretty typical I'd say for an SP episode, but for me, when there were three it was the worst. When there were three, the hat man was ALWAYS the one leading the other two. He'd open my door and stand at the foot of my bed, just staring, as the other two leaned by my ears and whispered, almost chanted rapid fire until I could move or they decided to leave. It wasn't English, I know that now with my amateur knowledge of languages, and honestly, thinking back on those memories, I would guess the language those two shadows were speaking was Latin or maybe Spanish. I still can't handle looking at pictures or watching videos pertaining to the hat man. Whenever I see him, and whenever I saw him, my stomach dropped and shriveled and I felt like I was gonna throw up, my blood ran cold, basically I go in full panic flight mode. I can hardly stand shadow people because of my episodes when I was younger.

My scariest episode was while I was on a road trip with my Nana, we stopped at her other sisters house in Utah. I was staying in the bunkbed room and was setting up the bottom bunk for myself. While I was doing so, the music in the room started playing out of nowhere, which freaked me out because I already felt like something was in this house and keeping close eye on us. That night, I had sleep paralysis, but all I could see was the bunk above me as I listened helpless to the music box playing for what felt like hours, rising and falling in volume, there was also other movement, like something was going through my bags and opening the closet. The entire time, my stomach was just in this fit of fear until I wore myself out silenty panicking and fell asleep, when I awoke the next morning, I saw blood on my hands. Turns out, my nose bled like a motherfucker while I was sleeping, it got all over my hands, bottom half of my face, my pajamas, the pillow, the sheets, it looked like a fucking murder scene and just from my NOSE. anyway, I hate that house and I'm glad my Nanas sister moved out if it.

Also I should mention I am a witch who practices with entities, and have done so since I was like, a child. I've never had any horrible experiences, I've met plenty of malicious, mischievous, kind, angry, sad, cheerful, bubbly spirits. They've got personalities like us and are just as unpredictable as humans, though I find humans scarier than any demon or ghost or lesser entity I have met (meaning not like an angel or god or fae).

Let's get onto how terrifying people are

I was the park with my dad playing on the monkey bars. We were climbing, having a great time, then this guy approaches with his dog, and asks if I want to give his puppy a treat. My dad said no thanks that we have a puppy at home. After the guy left my dad turned to me and said, "that was not a puppy, that was a full grown golden. And he didn't have any treats on him." I took that as a "stay close" so I did, and watched the man leave in his white car. We continued goofing off, and I noticed the same white car circling the school. The two times I saw it, it didn't click, but after the 4th time, it started clicking, it wasn't until about his TENTH lap around the school that I told my dad and we immediately went home, his hand did not leave my shoulder till we got in the house.

I was with my three cousins at their elementary school playground. On the way in, we passed a car that was running and looked like it had about four people in it. We didn't think much of it, though the middle brother, let's call him Peter, decided to check the car out, so he went up to the gate and peered through the windshield for a couple minutes (he was an idiot child, but to be fair we all were). We played and goofed off like kids do and eventually the car pulled out of the parking lot. At the time, I couldn't understand why Peter was so interested in this car, cause when the car left, he wanted to go check it out and see where it went. I told him not to and that it was dumb enough that he had a stare down with them through their windshield. He agreed and decided to ride his bike around the school instead. He set off and left the three of us playing on the swings.

A few minutes pass by, and we hear Peter's bike, so we run to the basketball courts to meet him, well he looks absolutely panicked, like there is terror written all over his face. He's speaking a million miles a minute, and we tell him to slow down. When he does, he tells us the three or four guys in the car were still at the school, but had parked in a different lot, towards the front, whereas the playground we were at was toward the back. Peter said as he was passing, the door opened, and one of the guys got out and started charging Peter, so he booked it on his bike to us. He told us he felt they were still coming, so like geniuses we waited to see if they were. I really wish we hadn't, because rounding the corner was a man wearing what looked like a fucking bunny mask, all I remember seeing was the mask and that it had a snout and longer ears, so I'm not 100% it was a bunny mask, but definitely an animal of some sort. Anyway we all freaked the fuck out and sprinted, leaving the bikes we rode behind. I grabbed my youngest cousins hand, let's call him John, and led us, alongside Peter, to a side in the school we often used for hide n seek, cause there were plenty of good hiding places there.

So as we're trying to find a hiding spot, we hear yelling and a car revving, Peter runs off, telling us he'll check things out. John is on the verge of tears, and I'm doing everything in my 10 or 11 year old power to stay calm. I get the bright idea of hiding behind some dumpsters and even suggesting we hide IN them. We end up going behind. The eldest of us all, by a few months, Kyle, stays out from the dumpsters, waiting for Peter to return. He comes back, sprinting in a panic, and they dive behind the dumpsters with John and I. He tells us he doesn't know where the one guy went, but that the car drove out of the parking lot and was now circling the school (he had to hide and duck out of sight a few times. We used to play car hide n seek, where we hid from cars at this school, so he just went from hiding place to hiding place that we all often hid at while playing.) We all sat in silence for a couple minutes, carefully listening for a car or footsteps, and in a few, we heard a car pull into the lot right next to where we were hiding. Their headlights shone over the dumpsters and into the locked doors that led into a hall lined with classrooms. They made a few circles around the parking lot then sped off. We waited a few more minutes then very cautiously crept out from behind these dumpsters.

We all agreed not to return to the back of the school for our bikes and instead went home. On the way, we hid from any car that John couldn't immediately recognize. This kid was obsessed with cars, and like your normal car guy, could name off the type of car, model, date of whatever car you pointed out to him, but he knew all this shit at the age of 7. So John was looking for a white Pilot and I can't remember the model or year or whatever, I just remember he was keeping his eyes peeled for a white Pilot car. We ran most of the way, until a car came, then we slowed and waited to see where it was coming from and where we could hide. We were most definitely in full survival fight or (mainly) flight mode. We successfully made it back to their house, told the adults, who were somehow unconcerned, like???? If your child or children are coming up to you, frantically screaming a group of people with animal masks chased them around the school, you're just, not gonna be worried at all?? That was frustrating, but! My mom and aunt did drive us back to the school so we could grab our bikes and drove behind us the whole way back.

Anyway, I have many more stories in both sections of paranormal and physical, human horror that id love to share but I'm tired of typing and need to walk my dogs. Sorry for such a long ass post, but I hope my stories were entertaining nonetheless! Stay safe out there!

[jaredstrout]

a serious talk - Sokkla with my weird ideas (you were warned)

“Finally, an opportunity to talk” Azula said to Sokka, while she made herself comfortable in his lap. His answer was a muffled groan, but Azula shook her head.

“Well if you had not overreacted when you finally managed to see the family resemblance with my dear brother...then I could have found a more comfy place, than this forest.” she explained with a gesture to the nightly forest surrounding them. 

“So anyway, as you do not try to run for the moment.” she started and Sokka rumbled again.

“Oh my dear, I´d say YOU don´t leave me a choice...but it has something.” she said and gently ran a finger over the green cloth she had tied over Sokka´s mouth, while the Watertribe boy tugged at the rope, that held his arms behind the tree she had tied him to. Azula giggled and placed a faint kiss on Sokka´s cheek, what caused her captive to blush.

“So, what I wanted to say is, that I really had no idea you were with the Avatar, when we meet.” Sokka answered with a muffled rant. “Well you claimed not to know him...so don´t come to me with that!” she snapped at him and turned her head away, so the moonlight glistened on her delicate features and her full lips formed a pout.” Again Sokka mumbled into the gag.

“And I value operative security as well, so I guess we´re even!” she said, still a bit snappy. Sokka made his answer.

“Oh please, if I had any plans to hand you guys over to the future Firelord Zuzu...” she noticed with some satisfaction how Sokka answered that with a muffled laugh. “...then we two wouldn´t have this lovely conversation anymore.” she said and with a grin reached for Sokka´s hair and untied his wolftail, to let his hair fall freely. Ignoring his head shaking she ran her fingers through the soft, dark hair of her beloved savage and smiled at him. 

“I...I am not...well good at this.” she admitted after a few moments and clealry didn´t enjoy to admit that. “So what I want to say...I really enjoyed our time together. Especially when you showed me what these fan girls had taught you...the outfit did even look kinda good on you...although you always look good.” she purred and shifted on Sokka´s lap and made the boy blush even more, while one hand remainedi n his hair, to run her fingers through it.

“To be blunt, I want us to be on the same side...or at least not enemies...yes yes my father the Firelord and so on and so on.” she interrupted Sokka, before he even could mumbled half of what he wanted to say into the gag.

Katara´s voice reached the little hideout Azula had chosen, after she had ambushed Sokka and dragged him over. Before he could try to call for her, despite the gag, Azula clamped her hand on his already gagged mouth. “See...this is what I meant...and seriously...do you want your sister to find us like this?” she asked and moved closer to him, her warm breath tickled his cheek as she rubbed her nose against his ear, then let her lips brush his neck. “But as I said...I kinda like this.” she said softly and caught his earlobe between her lips and send a shiver down his body. She pulled Sokka closer, one arm wrapped around his shoulders as she pressed herself tightly against him. “But I still prefer not to have any witnesses when I want to be with my little Icicle.” she told Sokka and grinned at his angry grunt. “Well, you did call me ‘Princess Firebottom’ while running away from me last time...don´t blame me, you started the name-game!”

Again she heard a voice in the distance and sighed. “I guess my time here is up...so if you calm down we should have a conversation at a more suitable place...maybe in some nice restaurant? I´ll pay this time.” she promised Sokka with a smile and enjoyed the warm, helpless boy in her arms. With a last, evil grin she reached for the cloth tied around his mouth. “And now to make sure you really don´t want to get caught...” she said, dropped the cloth...and pressed her lips on his at the same moment. “Hmmm” Sokka moaned as his eyes widened and Azula cupped his face with both hands as she closed her eyes and leaned into the kiss. The princess in the simple green of the Earth Kingdom kissed him with some much more desire and force, than the first time on Kyoshi Island. Her lips were soft, warm and rubbed over his, sending shiver after shiver through Sokka, who also moaned as he went from shocked stiff, to loving softness. Azula felt him melt under the kiss and opened her eyes, to see Sokka totally absorbed in the kiss, his body rubbed back against her and under her she felt how he  responded in the way she had desire.  If anyone from her family could see her now, everyone would go crazy. But Azula had felt how she cared less and less for what her father wanted, the longer she was away, Zuzu had never stopped her from anything...uncle would probably think she was murdering the handsome boy. And mother...how much would she hate Azula´s assertive apporach to some filthy savage...to think of her mother made Azula push her tongue forwards, to invade Sokka´s mouth and they both gasped from the warm, pleasant tickle that the intense kiss created. With a sigh Azula finally broke the kiss and caressed Sokka´s face with her hands. “A...Azula” he whispered, his eyes were big and seemed so much deeper than before. She stared into his sapphire eyes as she answered “Sokka” her voice was just a whisper and she wanted to kiss him again, wanted to run her hands all over him and caress every inch of that sweet, handsome fool that had made her laugh so much more than anything in her life. 

But she had to go, at least for now. “I´ll catch you later...better make up your mind...or I´ll take that literally!” she playfully threatened as a flame flickered from her finger, then she cut the rope that held his arms.

In a swift motion Azula got up from the still dazed Sokka, blew him another kiss, then she disappeared in the darkness.

After several minutes Sokka felt strong enough to get up. He could still feel her lips on his, her hands in his hair and the soft scent of her body reminded him of the not so hated enemy. He walked a few steps, tried to remember where they had set up camp, when a voice made him twitch. “Sokka...there you are” Aang peeked through a bush and grinned at him. “Katara was sure that you were in trouble...hey you look like she was right” the Avatar noticed as he saw the open hair and red face of the watertribe boy. 

“Uhm yes...I...I fell...over a tree root.” Sokka hurried to explain. “I just...wanted to you know...relieve myself in peace.” he added and made the younger boy giggle. “And then you fell...and got roughed up by the soil?” he asked. Sokka blushed. “I...was attacked by a startled squirrel-toad...and it really liked my hair.” he claimed and hoped, that Azula was not in earshot anymore to hear him say that about her. As he was not turned into a well done steak, she probably had left for real.

Aang looked down on Sokka. “Uhm Sokka...did you also get a rock into your pants?” he asked as he saw the bulge in Sokka´s pants. The older boy glared at the young airnomad, but the kid really didn´t seem to make a joke here. “Uhm yes...and I was just about to get it out, so if you don´t mind, you could leave me alone so I can get that thing out of my pants...without you watching?” he said and the boy blinked. “Oh sure...I´ll tell Katara that you are fine...just cursed with some baad luck.” Aang said and grinned at the poor, clumsy Sokka, who somehow had managed to really get some big rock into his underwear. Glad that Aang was probably the only boy within miles who had no idea what Sokka really had inside his clothes, Sokka hurried to run for the nearby brooke, to cool himself down, so he could face his siter, who really was not as naive as Aang.

And he wondered when he´d see Azula again, but to think of her made cooling down even harder...for some reason.