#dream sucked and i still woke up in a panic but like. at least dream me is doing better for themself

[milo-is-rambling]

Had a nightmare last night that many different large scary animals were trying to break into the house I lived in in New Hampshire and I kept running around and locking doors and screaming and crying and begging for my family to help me and they were just sitting and laughing or sleeping or living their lives and I was watching huge black bears pound on glass sliding doors and fog them up with their breath as they drool over the idea of demolishing my family and there were like big mountain lions finding small holes to crawl through trying to get in and I’m sobbing and bleeding and kicking them and trying to get my family to do something and they don’t even notice and act like I’m crazy

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

well thats gotta be somewhat of a good sign

[watsittoyah]

Along Came A Spider…2099

Warnings-Sexual content, sex dreams, time travel, oral sex, rough sex, fang play, size kink, breeding kink and slight blood play. Some obsessive behavior..

(My Spanish isn’t great, so I did use google translate to help…)

Chapter 3- Tinted Windows…

Your eyes opened and you were stretching. When you look around your room you instantly feel a panic.

Was last night a dream?

It couldn’t have been right?

You throw the sheets off of the bed and your legs felt a bit wobbly. As you run to the door you stop as a very well built Miguel O’Hara stood there with breakfast for you.

“Buen día, mi amor. How did you sleep?” He asks as he looks down at you with a smile. It wasn’t a dream, he actually is here. “I slept like a baby. How about you?” He places your breakfast down and he cups your face between his hands.

“I slept great, at least until you started snoring.” You look at him mortified. “I don’t snore!” You move away from him but he pulls you back. “I’m only teasing you. You don’t snore. But speaking of things while you were sleep, your roommate wants to talk to you.”

Your eyes shoot right to the door. “Shit, shit, shit. I need my pants. Where are my pants?” You grab a pair of sweatpants and you roll those on, tossing your ripped shorts into the trash. “I’ll be right back.” You tell Miguel as you leave the room and close the door behind you.

In the living room your see your roommate, reading a magazine. “Good morning.” You say as you stand there. “Morning.” She says as she flips the page.

Ooh she’s in a mood.

“Erica I can explain-“ She raises a hand. “You know I woke up this morning and I smelled breakfast. I was thinking, T is out of her depression funk, good for her. But then I remembered that we didn’t go grocery shopping just yet. So I left my bedroom and I see a big back in our kitchen. And that big back didn’t belong to you-”

“I can expl-”

“Let me finish. This man spoke to me, he was polite. He made me a plate, he made Milo some food. And he cleaned up after himself. Shit I’m thinking about letting him move in with us. Now is that the man who had you in a mood for the past two weeks?” You just nod and she looks up at you.

“You better had forgave him, or so help me, T I will body slam you across this apartment. Because that’s a good man you got. Hell does he have a brother?” You feel a small smile on your face and shrug.

“I don’t know we were a bit too busy last night for me to ask.” Her eyes get big. “Was it good?” She whispers. “My legs are still wobbly but girl, it was more than good.”

“You lucky bitch.” You both laugh and she gets up and pulls you into a hug. “Go, we can have that walk later. I need to go visit my mom. And make sure you two keep that in your bed room. I don’t want to come home and I see ass and tiddies where Milo eats his snacks.” You suck your teeth at your roommate but smile.

“See you later E.” She waves over her shoulder and leaves the apartment. As you walk back into your room your see Miguel getting dressed. “Where are you going?” You ask in a panic.

“I have some important business to attend to, amor. Trust me if it wasn’t important I wouldn’t be leaving your side right now.” He kisses your lips several times before walking to your door. “Oh, okay. Well will you be back later?”

“No, I’m going to be busy for the next few days, but I will text and call you every chance I get.” You give a sad smile and Miguel pulls you into a hug. “Don’t give me that look. It’s already hard enough I have to leave a beautiful woman like you alone for a while. If it were up to me I’d kidnap you.” You laugh at that but in his eyes he looked serious.

“Go, you have business and I have a breakfast that my loving hus…” You stop your words right there.

Were you about to say loving husband?

“You enjoy your day, Miguel.” You smile at him and he stands there for a moment. “You too, Tommie.”

“Here let me walk you out.” As you two walk to the front door, Miguel turns to you and he lifts your chin up so you’re staring up at him. “When I’m all done, I want to take you to dinner. Would that be okay with you?”

“Yes, I’m sure it would….are you sure you can’t stay? It’s my day off and I’m going to be all alone in this apartment for a few hours.” Just then you hear a small meow and you both look to see Milo stretching out by the window. “Don’t tempt me. You hold down the fort, Milo. And I’ll call you, amor.” Miguel pins you against the wall and he kisses you passionately, leaving you feeling light headed. “Until we see each other again.” Miguel gives you one more peck and he leaves out the door. You close it behind him and you press your back against the door, sliding down it like some love sick puppy.

“Milo don’t look at me like that.” You say as Milo watches you from across the room…

•••

It’s been a few days and you haven’t heard from Miguel. “What’s wrong baby cakes?” Your grandmother asks as you help her in her garden. “Hmm? Nothing. The strawberries look good.”

“Those are cherry tomatoes. Now I know something is wrong. Look at me.” You try to avoid her eyes but you know you can’t. “What’s wrong?” You sigh and sit down in the dirt.

“There’s this guy, and well we haven’t been talking long but…it feels like I’ve known him for a long time. Anyways he said that he would keep in contact with me and I haven’t heard from him…in the past few days.”

Your grandmother gives you a side hug. “You like this boy?”

“I do, he…just seems so familiar to me. Am I being clingy?” You ask as she helps you up off of the ground. You clean off your butt and she shakes her head. “Baby cakes, that’s the thing about you young ones. Don’t even say you’re old you’re only thirty-three, that’s young. There is no such thing as clingy when it comes to someone you care about. Call him if you want to. Leave him a message and let him know he’s on your mind. Don’t neglect your feeling. Be honest. That is what your grandfather and I do. That’s what your father and mother use to do. Be honest.”

You nod at her advice and as you go to speak you hear the back door and your grandfather comes out with a tray of drinks.

“Boy it is hot out here. How would you ladies like to take a break and have some ice cold lemonade?” You accept the glasses and hand one to your grandmother.

“Charles, you didn’t make this too sweet did you? You know your sugar levels can’t handle that.”

“Barbra, just drink the lemonade and stop worrying about my sugar levels.” As your grandparents bicker, you smile at the two. They were the best parents that anyone could have asked for.

When your parents had passed when you were thirteen, you had moved in with them. Their relationship was the blueprint for you. And maybe one day you could have what they had.

“The garden looks wonderful, Barbra. Now can I take my granddaughter to the junk yard so we can build something?” Your grandmother kisses his cheek and pats his face. “Come back to me, Charles. And bring our baby back safe.” He smiles and nods. “I will. Now come on brains. I know where we can find a mini jet engine.”

You place your empty glass down and kiss your grandmother on her cheek. “I’ll keep him safe.” You and your grandfather gets to the front of the house and you get into his pick up truck.

“What do you want to built today, brains?” Your grandfather asks as he starts driving down the street. “I’m thinking maybe a gene splicer? Or another alarm clock.” You say as you look at your phone and see a message from Miguel.

Thinking about you, amor.

You smile and text back.

I’m thinking about you too…I miss you.

You press send before you regret it and hear your grandfather cough. “You okay?” You ask concerned. “I’m alright, I’m just gonna stop by the store and grab some cough drops.”

He turns down the road and stops by a mini bodega. “I got it.” You tell him as you get out of the truck.

You walk inside and go directly to where the cough drops were. As you look for the sugar free brand you feel someone watching you. You glance around and see no one except the cashier. But he was watching the tv.

You go back to looking and you find a brand with at least 3 grams of sugar in it. “Better than nothing I guess.” You mumble as you walk to the register. You grab a bottle of water on your way up and place them both on the counter.

The cashier looks over at you and straightens. “Hello there.” He says in a friendly tone. “Hello..” You balance on the balls of your feet as he rings you out and you catch him staring.

“I hope you found everything you needed today, and if so could I take you out for a coff…” You wonder why he stops talking and when you look at him he was staring past you in horror.

You look back only to see no one was there. “Okay, well you have a good day.” You give him exact change and you go back out to the truck.

“How much do I owe you?” Your grandfather asks. You shrug. “The cashier gave it to me cause I was cute. So it’s free.” You joke. “You’re as stubborn as your father, I swear. The man wouldn’t let me pay him back for anything.” You smile and as you two pull out of the parking lot you see a large man leaving the bodega.

That looks like, nah. It couldn’t be…could it?

••••

Your hands were filthy but it was worth it for all the parts you two had salvaged. “Make sure you don’t go building something illegal. I’d hate to have to put my granddaughter in jail for the reward money.” Your grandfather says as he helps you with your parts and puts them in the back.

“I was going to say it was you and get the reward money.” You both laugh and he pats your curly hair. “You know you remind me of CJ everyday. Down to the curly hair…” Your grandfather grows silent and he takes his handkerchief out and wipes his eyes.

“I miss dad too. Sometimes when I wake up in the morning I’ll look in the mirror and see his eyes.” You two stand in silence and from the corner of your eye you see movement. You try to strain your eyes but your grandfather clears his throat.

“I know you are your fathers daughter, but promise me you won’t go into that line of work.” Here we go again. “Grandpa I know you don’t want me working as a tech engineer but I know I have what it takes. Alchemax would pro-”

“Don’t you ever say that company’s name in my presence, brains. Not after what they did to this family. After what they did my your parents.” You suck in your bottom lip and nod. “Yes sir.”

As the two of you got in the car you sit in silence. “Can we stop for some ice cream? I’ll pay.” You tell him. “We can stop and I’ll be paying. I won’t have my granddaughter spoiling me. I’m suppose to spoil you. And maybe some great-grand children if you decide to have some.”

“Here we go. Grandpa I will have babies one day but not today or tomorrow.”

“I know, I just want you to have someone. Like I have your grandmother. I want you happy. Even if it’s with a gold fish.” Your grandfather drives and you look out the window. In the rear view mirror you see a black sleek sports car following the truck. The windows to the car were tinted black so you couldn’t see who it was behind the wheel.

You have light conversation with your grandfather and keep an eye on the car. So far it’s been following you for the past ten minutes.

“…I’ll be sure to stay over for dinner tonight.” You answer as he takes a left turn and sure enough the car takes a left turn as well.

Who is following us?

When your grandfather finally gets to the ice cream parlor, the car just drives past and you feel yourself finally relax.

Maybe it was just a coincidence?

You and your grandfather head inside of the ice cream parlor and were greeted by Mary-Anne. The owner of the parlor. “Hey guys, what can I get for you two today?”

“I’ll take the cherry cone with butter crunch cream.” You give your grandfather a look. “Mary-Anne he’ll have the vanilla sugar free cone.”

He huffs. “Back in my day a man could eat a honey bun and have a bottle of coke and no one would bat an eye.”

“Well I want my grandfather to see me in my wedding dress so no complaints. Alright I’ll have the toffee special, but in a waffle bowl.” Mary-Anne gets your orders ready and your grandfather pats his pockets.

“Drat, I left it-I’ll go get it. Don’t you dare pay.” He goes to leave but you stop him. “I’ll grab your wallet. It’s in your special spot right?” You go to open the door but the handle was moved away from you and you’re staring into a pair of pretty hazel eyes.

Before he could speak you push him back out. “Miguel, what are you doing?” You ask him in a hushed tone. “What do you mean? I was just in the neighborhood.” You blink serval times because clearly this man thinks you’re stupid.

“Miguel, don’t you lie to me, why have you been following me?” He goes to lie but you raise your brow at him. “Don’t you lie! That was you leaving the bodega. That was you in the junk yard. And that was you in the car following us. Before you say no, there are hundred of ice cream parlors in Nueva York. But this one, is special because I’ve been coming here since I was a little girl. That? That is too much of a coincidence. Now tell me the truth.” You tap your foot and cross your arms waiting for his answer. He sighs.

“I was only following you because I had happened to spot you while I was out. I was going to text you but I thought that was a bit creepy. I’m sorry mi corazón. I didn’t mean to scare you.” Miguel pulls you in as he moves your arms so he can embrace you.

You wish you could stay mad at him but you can’t help but melt from his touch. Your body missed him. “I missed you.” You tell him as you look up at him. “And I missed you too.” Miguel leans down to kiss you but you two jump apart when you hear someone clear their throat behind you.

“Grandpa! I was just-”

“About to introduce me to your friend?” He asks as he eyes Miguel. Miguel goes to shake his hand. “Hello sir. My name is Miguel O’Hara, it’s so nice to meet you.” He shakes his hand back and you can tell he’s sizing him up.

“I wish I could say the same.”

“Grandpa!” You scold him. “Tell me what are your intentions with my granddaughter?” If you could have the ground open up and swallow you, you would.

“I want nothing more than to keep her safe, sir.” Your grandfather looks over at you. “Is this man someone who you like?” You feel put on the spot but you nod and feel your face warm up. “Yes.”

He huffs. “I already knew it. When I came out here the boys paws were all over your behind I thought I was going to get some grandkids tonight.”

Miguel tries to hide his laugh and you cover your face. “Grandpa I’m paying for your ice cream. I’ll even let you get the one you really want just go back inside please.” He purses his lips but goes back inside.

“I like him. He’s funny.” Miguel says as he stands there watching your grandfather. “He’s a real riot. So are you still handling your business?”

“Nope, I am officially done for the rest of the day.”

“Good, then I’m inviting you over for dinner at my grandparents.” Miguel looks a bit surprised. “So soon? Are you sure?” You lean in close. “Miguel we literally had sex and I know you have fangs.” You whisper to him.

“Right…right. Do you think your grandparents will like me? Should I bring something? Maybe I should go get a haircut.”

“Don’t you dare cut those locks of yours. You’ll be fine and you can bring my grandmother flowers. She has a garden so she’d love that. Now let me go back inside before this grumpy old man starts to tell me about condoms and other forms of birth control. And Miguel?”

“Sí amor?” You pat his cheek. “You’ll be fine. I’ll send your address. Dinner is at seven o clock sharp. Don’t be late.” You kiss his lips and walk back inside of the parlor. Your grandfather narrowing his eyes at Miguel.

“Grandpa stop that. He’s a nice guy. How much do I owe you, Mary-Anne?”

“He better be nice. He’s as big as a bear and he stares a little too hard at you. I don’t like it.”

“Mr. Valentine you should be open minded. My son, Maverick. He brought home a handsome boy the other day and I have to say he makes him happy. Tommie does your man friend make you happy?”

“Yes he does. And he is coming over for dinner tonight. Grandpa don’t even try to argue, or I’ll tell grandma about the ice cream.” He shuts his mouth as you pay and you two leave out of parlor.

You shoot Miguel a text and you cross your fingers hoping tonight goes perfect.

••••

Good thing you had a few cute clothes in your old bedroom.

You were freshly showered and you were trying to get your curls to listen. But they wanted to defy gravity and stick up. “Where is my butterfly clip?” You say as you search your dresser. You find the clip and secure it in your hair.

You then give yourself a nice look over. You were wearing a pretty flower dress that came down to your calf’s. A pair of yellow wedges and you had on a thin chain with your initials on it.

“Is this too much?” You ask as you turn and look at your plump butt in the mirror. “No, this is cute. And sexy at the same time.” You comment as you grab your phone and check the time.

Miguel had sent a text that he was outside and you ran out of your old room to go meet him. “No running.” Your grandmother calls out from the kitchen. “Sorry!” You call over your shoulder. Just before you open the door you take a calm breath and put a smile on your face.

When you open it you see Miguel standing there with two bouquets of flowers. “These Spider Lillie’s are for you, amor. And these baby breathe flowers are for your grandmother.” You smell the flowers and they smelled amazing. “Thank you, please come in. I’ll introduce you.” You lead him into the kitchen and there you look for a vase.

“Grandma, this is Miguel. Miguel this is my grandma.” Your grandmother wipes her hands dry on a dish towel and she opens her arms to him.

“Come here and let me look at you.” She touches his face and she then smiles at the both of you. “My you are handsome. Now I see why my granddaughter is taken by you.”

“Grandma, please.” You whine. Miguel smiles at her and she pats his chest. “Miguel I hope you like chicken stew with vegetables from my garden.”

“That sounds delicious, Señora. May I help you set the table?” She nods in approval and you show her the flowers Miguel had gotten you.

“Oh these will look so lovely in my garden, Miguel. Thank you.” She sniffs them and he looks over at you and mouths that he likes her. You mouth back what’s not to like?

After the table is set and the food is out, the four of you sit down and get ready to eat. You help serve Miguel and he pours you a drink. Your grandparents watches you two and feel a smile on your face as Miguel’s hand finds yours under the table.

“So Miguel, what do you do for work?” Your grandmother asks as she passes a roll to your grandfather. “I am a scientist. I work in the field that involves evolution to mammals as well as insects.”

“Ah, you're a brain just like Tommie here. I’m happy, the bloodline has hope yet.” You see your grandmother shoot a glare at your grandfather and then she smiles at Miguel.

“I apologize for my husband, his sugar is just low. Anyways, how did you and Tommie meet?” You go to speak but Miguel talks.

“It’s actually quite embarrassing. I had moved into the building about four months ago and I had first saw your granddaughter when I was bringing boxes to my apartment. I have to say I was smitten the very moment I seen her. But I was too shy to approach her first so I just stood back and waited for the perfect opportunity. So it was in the parking lot, she had dropped her water bottle and it was really flying down the walk way so I picked it up and from that very moment, we’ve been talking ever since.” Miguel says as he rubs your knuckles with his thumb.

“Oh my goodness look at you two. So cute, you know it’s as if you two have been together for years. Doesn’t it seem like that, Charles?”

“Mhm, yeah.” Your grandfather says as he eats another forkful. You eat your food and feel that dinner was going to be perfect for sure.

After a plate and a half, some dessert and coffee, it was time to go home.

“Are you two sure you had enough?” Your grandmother asks as she sees you two out. “Grandma, if we have anymore food, we will have to be rolled back to the apartment.” You says as you give her a hug and a kiss.

“Dinner was amazing, Miss Barbra. Next time I come over I’ll have to share my abuela’s cookies recipe with you.” He gives her a hug as well and she rubs his back. “You two don’t be a stranger, and Tommie make sure you call me when you two get home.”

“I will!” Miguel leads you to his car and he opens the door for you. After he makes sure you’re inside safely he closes it and walks around. You open the door and he slides in. “I like your grandparents. They’re sweet.”

“They are. And even though my grandpa was acting grumpy he likes you. Did you see his face light up when you mentioned that you liked football. I think he’s going to take you away from me.”

“Nah, he’s not my type. I like pretty women named Tommie Valentine.” Miguel starts up his car and he drives out of the driveway. As he drives you sit there in silence for a while.

“What’s on your mind?” He asks as he holds your hand. You sigh. “I was just thinking how much I don’t know about you. Like was what you said about meeting me true?”

“Of course. I seen you wearing this pretty pink dress and you were talking to Erica about watching a robotics documentary. Your hair was out and you looked happy. I wanted to talk to you but well you know.” You look at his profile and study it.

“I’m still sad you didn’t come up to me sooner. I would’ve liked to have known I had a secret admirer.”

“Well, mi princesa. The whole thing about a secret admirer is that it is a secret. And besides I’m sure I would’ve startled you with my demeanor.” He says as he glances at you.

“I guess, you are a bit intimidating. But I still don’t know much about you. Like do you have a brother? Are your parents still around? Where do you work? Why do you have fangs?” He laughs out loud and kisses your knuckles.

“Alguien tiene muchas preguntas. So many questions. Well I have a half brother named Gabriel. It’s a bit of a touchy subject with my parents but they are still around. I work at Columbia Tech. And about the fangs that’s going to have to wait until later, only because it’s a lot to explain.”

You pout at the last answer. “Okay, I guess but when you finally tell me I’m going to have notes ready.” He chuckles at your answer and shakes his head. “I know you will. Is there anything else you want to know?”

“Have you saved any people?” That question causes him to freeze and he looks at you as he stops at the stop sign. “What did you say?”

“Have you saved any people? I know being a scientist can bring on new discoveries to help further modern medicine. If that’s a touchy subject for you I can-”

He interrupts you by kissing you. Which’s causes the wind to be sucked out of your lungs. When he moves back his eyes were gentle and you can tell he wants to say something but instead he continues driving.

You sit back in your seat and you soon hear rain hit his windshield. “I’m going to sleep like a baby tonight. This rain is going to be so good. Maybe I’ll sleep with my window open.” You say as you look out the window.

“Is that so?” Miguel asks as he lets go of your hand and squeezes your upper thigh under your dress. He gets to the inside parking lot and you watch as his hand squeezes again. “Yes. Should I not sleep with my window open?”

You watch a smirk crawl across his lips. “I’m not saying no, but if you’re not careful you might let the boogeyman in that way.” Miguel backs into a parking spot and that move right there made a moan escape your lips. “Did you say something, amor?”

“No! Nope! I didn’t. But I’m a big girl, Mr. O’Hara. I don’t believe in the boogeyman.” You say as you move your hips a little so he can go further up your dress. “Oh that’s a shame. Because if you did believe in him, I’d have to come over and check to make sure he doesn’t come into your room tonight.” Miguel says as he moves his hand and runs this thumb across your bottom lip.

“Well I know the boogeyman won’t be coming into my room. But I know who I want to come.” You say as you hold his hand still and suck his middle and ring finger. Miguel’s eyes instantly turn ruby red and he presses a button to make his seat lean back.

“My my, you are a big girl. Well why don’t you show me what else big girls can do, espléndida.” You lick his fingers and bring his hand under your dress and under your panties.

He slides his wet fingers inside of you and you grip his wrist as you moan. “Miguel…” You moan out, knowing no one can hear you over the rain.

“Your pretty little pussy is sucking in my fingers so well. I wonder how many more fingers you can take.” He whispers against your ear as he uses his palm to rub your clit. You feel him insert another finger and you lean your head back, letting your throat be exposed to him. He licks and sucks your neck as he does a come here motion inside of you.

“Oh god…” You groan out as you move your hips. “You feel that? Your greedy little pussy keeps squeezing around my fingers. But I have something else it can squeeze.” He takes your hand and places it over his crotch and you moan because you want to taste him.

You move him back and you unzip his pants. “Can I?” You ask as you look at him and moan. “It’s all yours, amor. Do whatever you want to me.” He leans back and you lean over the seat as you pull his dick out and suck him. He continues to rub your pussy as you suck the head. You choke a little which turns you on because he throbs in your mouth.

“This mouth, this fucking mouth is heaven. Fuck.” Miguel moans as he grips the back of your neck. He slowly fucks your mouth as he rubs you and your eyes roll back as you moan and gag. “Fuck, don’t stop. Just keep sucking. You don’t need air right? No you don’t. You don’t need air. Seré tu aire.” You feel tears running down your face but you feel yourself getting extremely wet.

You wanted this man to fuck your throat, till he came. He bucked up faster hitting the back of your throat and your legs started to clench as you were close to coming on his seat. His head falls back as he groans that he’s coming. You tighten your throat and in just that simple movement Miguel’s whole body went still and he let out a whimpering groan as he came down your throat. You swallow deeply and you shiver as you come soon after.

The both of you were breathing heavy when you had leaned back. Miguel was staring at you, his eyes were roaming your body. You were staring at him. Already taking off your panties and climbing over the seat, straddling him.

You guide him inside of you and you both let out a moan as he stretches you out. As the base meets your pelvis you still and Miguel placed his hands on your ass and he grips you tight.

“Rock your hips for me. I’m going to show you how I like to be ridden.” You start to move your hips but Miguel guides you and he bites his lip drawing blood from his fangs.

You lean over and flick your tongue against his blooded lip and he captures your lips with his. He kisses you and slaps your ass causing you to rock your hips harder. “Just like that. Princesa, fuck me. Fuck me just like that. You’re to good. Eres tan buena conmigo. Just like that. Keep that up and I’ll get you pregnant.”

You tighten around him and you fuck him harder as you rock your hips. “You like that? The thought of me fucking coming inside of you? Oh Princesa, I’ll fuck the come inside of you. Come here.” He grabs a hold of you and you feel him scrape his fangs against your shoulder as he fucks up deeper inside of you. You let out a strangled moan and you bite into his shoulder instead.

He groans out your name and moans out he’s coming. Your body shakes with climax and you both come hard, causing a mess on his driver seat. You rest your hand on his window and he rests his head against your chest.

You look down at him and he looks up at you. “Aren’t you glad I have tinted windows?” He says causing the two of you to laugh. He gently pats your butt as you slide off of him. You wince and you fix your dress.

“Sorry about your seats.” You say feeling embarrassed. “Don’t be sorry, I was going to get my car detailed anyway. And Tommie?”

“Hmm?” You ask feeling very lust drunk. “Anything you want to ask, just ask me. I would never hide anything from you.” He then leans over and gives a peck to your lips. “Mmm, thank you, Miguel.”

“No need for a thanks. I just want to be honest with you…Oh! Make sure you tell your grandmother you’re home.”

You pick up your phone and text her then put the phone back in your bag. “Do you want to come inside and spend the night?” You ask hoping he’ll say yes. “Y…I can’t. I have something to do. But I can walk you inside.” You frown at that.

Because for some reason you feel as if Miguel is hiding more than why he has fangs.

The more you get to know him the less you actually know who Miguel O’Hara really is…

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Feeling You

pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader

word count: 3.6k

warnings: david’s episode and themes along with that, reader is chained up, david is literally creepy and disgusting, reader kills a person, description of death, angst, joel cannot physically feel anything, trauma description, ellie’s aftermath of david, religious trauma, mentions of weapons

a/n hi season finale my life is over at least we got mando still 💪

summary Y/N confesses something to Joel she shouldn’t have when she saw him awake for the first time in weeks after his accident

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The feeling of panic woke you up. The strange dream you couldn’t remember faded as your senses came back to you. It was cold and your head was pounding. The cold air nipped your nose. Your clothes felt like there was space between the fabric and your skin, you could feel the stinging cold prick your skin. You lay flat on what you could only imagine was a bed. It wasn’t comfortable whatsoever and only made your back stiff. Joel’s flannel from the night before had kept you warm enough to survive. Gaining the muster to move, you tried to yank your feet on the floor. Your right leg was cuffed to the bed pole.

“She’s awake,” you heard someone call, and commotion started around you. Blinking your eyes and trying to adjust to what was happening, the noise of a padlock being opened distracted you. “Good morning,”

You recognized that voice. The man that you and Ellie encountered in the woods. What was his name…David? How did you even get here?

“I’m glad to see your up.”

You scuffled on your hands, propping yourself up in bed. “Where is she?” you shivered, moving your free leg up to your chest. The only other thought that consumed your brain was the little girl you were protecting.

“You must be cold. Here,” David said, snapping his fingers. One of his friends fed a blanket through the bars that were currently entrapping you. He draped the blanket over you. You hated it, but had no choice but to accept it.

“Where is she?” you reiterated. “She’s fine.” David ensured to you. “All comfy like you.”

“This is far from comfortable.” you hissed at him. “Just, tell me a few things and I can make you feel real comfortable.” David said. His tone made your stomach drop.

“Where is he?” David asked, mimicking your insistent question.

You knew he meant Joel. That’s all they wanted. Joel. You and Ellie were just the sad accessories that came along with him. “With the rest of the group.” you lied. David sucked his teeth. “Tell the truth,” he said, standing up over you. Scooting over in the small bed, you tried to put as much distance between you and the man.

“God doesn’t look down well on liars,”

‘What a freak’ you thought to yourself. You remembered reading old stories about cults that mimicked his teachings, or what he had preached at you the night he found you and Ellie.

“What kind of god makes our world a living hell?” you taunted. “Why would you believe in some shit cause? Have you seen what is out there?”

A subtle but dark smile came to David’s face. He brought up his hand and promptly slapped you on the cheek. Hard. The all too familiar needle like feeling seeped in on your cheek. The taste of blood slowly began to form in your mouth.

“We all need a father. We all need some guidance.” David said, bringing his hand up to your face again. You winced, hoping he wouldn’t strike you again. Instead, his fingers grabbed your chin. “There’s always time to repent,”

He inspected your face, forcing it to turn in whichever angle he would like. Blood filled your gums and began to dribble down your face as he squeezed your cheeks together. “Such a pretty thing,” he sighed. You spat in his face. He sighed and wiped the blood and spit mixture from his forehead with his sleeve.

He let go and stepped back. “I see your confidence, I see your leadership, I see myself in you.” he explained, taking another step back. “We could lead, you know. Bring greatness to this group. I could give you a future. A future with me.”

A new kind of fear began as you slowly began to realize what he truly wanted from you. The only thing you were good for in his eyes, maybe besides your flesh. His eyes seemed to undress you under the few layers of clothes you had on. They had taken your coat the previous night and you were left in your jeans and one of Joel’s flannels you stole from his pack to stay warm.

“Just give him up and I’ll give you the world.”

You sat silently. It was obvious that David was getting annoyed. “He’s just your old dad. It’s probably better if my guys get to him before the-”

“He’s not my dad.” you said harshly. “Well,” David laughed. “My apologies.”

He dragged the stool from the corner of the cell to the side of the bed. He straddled the stool and got a little too close for comfort. “Is he her dad?” he asked. You shook your head no. “Uncle, brother, cousin…? I’m trying to understand the relationship so I don’t hurt the little girl too much.”

You looked away and focused on the painted white brick wall. He was searching for leverage, an advantage you were not about to give him. The breathing exercises were not working when you could smell David’s rancid breath on you. “Oh,” he said with a smirk. “I get it.”

“Your with him.”

Closing your eyes, you moved your hand over your face. “Aren’t you a little young for such an old geezer?” he asked. You shook your head no. What a fucking narcissist. This man had to be Joel’s age, and from the looks of how much hair he had left I would say, maybe, older.

The age gap was the one thing keeping you from going the extra step and pursuing Joel. The mutual attraction had been present for a while, but you both were too afraid to face the facts. And now that he was as good as dead, the mere thought of what could have been stung harder than it should have.

“If your not gonna talk, then I’m just going to move to your little friend.” David sighed, realizing he wasn’t going to get what he wanted out of you without some sort of leverage. His original plan hadn’t worked.

“No,” you called out, wanting to swallow your words back down. David’s back turned around again. “Then tell me pretty girl,” he said, each step echoing in the jail cell as he got closer to you. “Are you fucking him?” he asked, his nose almost touching yours. With lips pursed and your eyes tightly closed, you shook your head no. Your face rose with heat at the mere implication. 

“Liar.” he spit at you. He left you once again and sat outside your cage with his friends.

You began to doze off. Caged to the bed like a dog and freezing wasn’t the best headspace to stay in. You tried to imagine the penicillin Ellie came back with had some sort of super power and resurrected Joel so he could come kill this red headed motherfucker that wouldn’t stop staring you down. So that he could rescue you and Ellie and you could return to Jackson to get proper treatment and then take Ellie to the lab that was supposedly in Salt Lake City. So Joel could return to you and just be there and be alive. You missed Joel endlessly, even though you were just with him hours prior. And the last time you saw him, he was as good as gone.

As you were dreaming about the unlikely future, the men began to stir. One left, and another followed. There was muffled arguing down the hallway. David was getting angry about all the commotion and went to see what was happening.

“She what?” you heard him yell down the hall. “You mean to tell me she’s escaped?”

Your lungs caught your breath too hard when you heard him say that. She’s escaped? Ellie?

“Watch her.” David commanded, poking his head in the room and yelling at a man who you believed to be named James. He sat down in David’s stool and stared at you. You slowly began to get up, your leg chain dangling off the bed. James didn't say a word. 

Suddenly, two gunshots rang out. You grabbed for the white painted bars blocking you from leaving, and tripping on your leg chain. “No!” you screamed, pulling yourself back up. “No,” you said quieter, the reality of Ellie’s death started to become a little too real for your comfort. 

James had arisen, his hand rested on his gun in it’s holster as he anxiously stared at the door. He took a step back, contemplating what he was going to do. His back was turned to you. Another shot rang out, and James jumped backwards. In the hassle, the keychain holding your key to freedom was conveniently sticking out of his back pocket and was accessible to you. Without hesitation, you grabbed the keys and along fell out his knife. 

James was quick to react, grabbing your hand with the keys interlocked in your fingers. He grunted as your other hand met the set of keys and started to pry his cold, lanky fingers off the keys. James was hesitant to drop his gun, it would have been in reach for you. He was clueless that his knife was in reach where he couldn't see. 

“Fine,” he said, giving up. He let go and let you have the keys. “The second you try anything…” 

He looked over at his gun. He was still level with you on the ground. Sliding the keys behind you, you quickly grabbed the knife from behind him. Panic flashed in his eyes as you grabbed his neck and swiftly impaled his neck with the knife. He began to choke, and you pushed it in once again. His gun fell from his hand as he uselessly pawed at his neck. 

After a few tries with the various keys, you finally unlocked your leg from the chain that had been wrapped around your ankle all night. Quickly, you escaped your jail cell. You grabbed James’s knife from his neck and wiped it off on your jeans. Also, you stole his gun. 

You were shaking. Freezing and adrenaline wasn't the best combination at the moment. You were unsure of where to go. Where was Ellie? Where would Ellie go? You were all she had left. The cold hallway with a door with light pouring out under it seemed like the smart choice. 

When you opened the door, you were hit like a brick wall with a gust of wind blowing snow in your direction. Your arm immediately came to cover your eyes as you hastily made your way through the snow cloud. Just as it was about to clear, two arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you out in to the open. 

After grunting and fighting what you prayed wasn’t David or one of his associates, your hands were held behind your back tightly. Screaming and wriggling, you couldn’t hear the voice of your new partner in crime trying to calm you. 

“Y/N!” you finally heard. The haze around you seemed to settle. “Hey! It’s me,” 

You opened your eyes from the struggle and thought you were hallucinating from the evident dehydration and starvation. His hands now rested on your shoulders as he looked at you with the first inkling of real fear you had ever seen behind his eyes. 

“Are you alright?” Joel asked in a gutted tone, staring at the formation of a red handprint on your face. The fear turned into rage behind his eyes. All you could do was stare in to his face and enjoy the safe feeling once again. An unintentional sob came from you. Joel quickly embraced you. 

His hand shook as he cradled your head in his hand. “I got you,” he whispered, holding your body tight against his. “T-they still have her.” you whispered in his ear. 

Joel’s body stiffened. 

“Where?” he asked, letting you go. He reached for his coat, sliding it off his arms. “I don’t know I was trying to find her and—”

Joel noticed your hands and grabbed for them. They were covered in fresh blood. “Fuck,” he whimpered. “Go find her.” you said, pulling your hands away from his. “But—”

“Go,” you trembled. 

Joel’s longing look was one you were never going to forget. He saw the gun tucked in your pants and gave you a nod. “Hide,” he said in a hushed voice. 

As he was about to leave, you called out his name. He turned to you with a hurtful sigh. He was limping. Swallowing, you spit out the words to the man you had fallen for across this journey across the country. “I love you,” 

He was taken aback. It was definitely sudden and unexpected. His lips parted slightly in shock. Joel’s need to protect Ellie was strong at the moment. He didn’t have time to give in to these childish antics at the moment.

“I…”

His feelings for you wanted to stay, but his duty to Ellie, his duty to Sarah was more important than a silly crush on a silly girl. This whole time he thought he was just being delusional. All the little things, little moments the two of you shared he thought was just out of pure alliance and survival. 

Nausea filled you as you as you realized he had to go. He wasn’t going to say it back; from everything you knew about Joel Miller, you should have expected this exact reaction. He was unable to love, unable to just say it back to someone who was significantly younger than him and was a stranger just six months ago. Joel would regret this moment for the rest of his life. He stared at you in disbelief, unsure of what to do. He watched as your lips pursed and your hands wrap around your stomach, trying to keep yourself warm. 

“I’m sorry.” he muttered, turning away from you. 

You watched as you zipped his coat up as another gust of wind threw snow around the open space and he was gone.

Quickly, your eyes darted for a hiding spot. The survival instinct came in and tried its best to shut out the hurt you had just caused yourself. An old heat radiator stood a few feet to your left, in the direction Joel was. A produce crate covered in snow was another foot away and you picked it up, placing it next to the radiator. You sat on the freezing ground, clutching the gun and praying for something to go right today. 

A terrible scream erupted in the town’s square. You recognized that scream anywhere. Ellie, the little girl you had been with practically since her birth was in trouble. Your heart pounded in your chest as you jumped from your hiding space and ran towards the screaming. When you arrived, you stopped a few feet behind them. Joel was holding Ellie just as he was holding you moments before, moments before you had just fucked everything up. A lump rose in your throat as you feared the worst. 

“Ellie!” you yelled loudly and clear, catching the little girl’s attention. She looked up at you and wailed, her face was covered in blood. Almost falling on your knees mid run to her, she left Joel’s arms and collapsed in to yours. 

“Oh, baby.” you murmured, brushing her hair our of her face. She held on to you and sobbed in to your chest. You offered soft words of assurance, unaware of what monstrosities Ellie had just survived. Slowly rocking her back and forth, your hand intertwined with hers as you tried to calm her down. Brief words through the sobs Ellie let out broke your heart. 

“Y/N-” Joel said with a raspy voice. You shot him a look of hurt as you rested your chin on Ellie’s head. You slowly shook your head in disappointment. “It’s okay, Ellie.” you whispered in her ear. “Your safe now.”

“We really should go,” Joel urged, anxiously looking around. You closed your eyes, ignoring him. Ellie’s wails had subsided, but her grip on your waist hadn’t let up. 

“Let’s go,” you whispered to her, using the sleeves of Joel’s coat to wipe some of the blood off of her face. Joel was right. You all were heavily exposed at the moment. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

--

It was now night. The horse was gone, and Joel was barely able to keep upright for long. You had found a cave while trying to hunt down a rabbit. The three of you were going to rest there for the night. 

Ellie hadn’t left your side. Her hand was in yours as you made your way up the cold mountainside. Slowly, the three of you trudged upward. 

The rabbit you had caught for dinner was average. Joel was hurt, but still useful. He made a fire and helped Ellie get comfortable. She was in dire need for a good night of sleep. Hell, you all were in dire need for a good night of sleep. No words had been spoken between you and Joel since the small town. 

Ellie’s head rested in your lap. You sat against the wall of the cave and watched Ellie as she slowly took in breaths. Joel was fixated on the flames, making sure they were still roaring strong. 

“You should get some sleep,” Joel said, breaking the tension. You shrugged. “I-I can take first watch,” he offered. “No.” you said back bitterly. 

“Y/N,” Joel sighed, adjusting his tone to yours. “Are you going to be bitter the rest of this trip?” he asked bluntly. Your head snapped to look up at him. Joel raised an eyebrow. 

“I just need some time, Joel.” 

“Well, you kinda said it at the worst time possible.” he muttered, using the ground to stand up and fetch another log of wood for the fire. “Well,” you seethed. “I thought you were dead. When I saw you…I had to.” 

You sighed and closed your eyes as you heard him toss the wood on the fire. 

Joel’s shoulders slumped as he slid down back against the wall. “Yeah, I know.” he said heavily. “It’s just hard for me to hear things like that.”

You nodded. “I’m sorry. I should have been more… considerate.” you apologized, searching for the right word. Joel was right; wrong time and wrong place. Stretching your legs out towards the fire, Ellie stirred in her sleep. You and Joel stared at the girl, waiting for her to calm. Her grasp on your hand tightened, but she seemed to fall back into her hazy state.

“I failed her,” Joel said, a tinge of sadness backed up his tone. “Joel, no.” you sighed. “I-I should have been there. I should have been more careful and…”

His face scrunched as he placed his hand on his forehead, shielding his eyes. Was he… no. Was he?

Slowly, you moved Ellie off your lap. She let out a few grunts of protest, but you placed your backpack under her head. You scuffled next to Joel. He seemed to jump at your touch. “Joel,” you whispered, grabbing his hand in yours. Tears welled in his eyes. “I failed her Y/N.” 

The definition of her was falling on a fine line between Ellie and Sarah. 

“No you didn’t. You saved us, Joel. You saved her.” 

The two of you stared at Ellie. She was sound asleep. Ellie was now clean, you had helped her clean up in a freezing stream. It almost felt like a proud parent moment in some odd, fucked up way. The two of you staring at your miracle kid. She had survived and endured so much for her age. It was almost odd to see her resting so peacefully. The knowledge that the two of you got her there safely was enough to keep the hope flowing.

Your other hand fell over the one you had holding on to his, and your head rested on his shoulder. 

“I love that kid so fucking much,” Joel blurted out, his free hand moving to wipe a tear out of his face. “I know.” you said, feeling the emotions in you begin to rise. “I love her too,” you whispered, your eyebrows falling soft. Joel tried to keep it in, but a sudden gasp for air made it evident that he was crying. 

Sitting with him was the best thing you could do. Your hand rubbed over his knuckles that had healed from the events of leaving the Boston QZ. Slowly, testing your limits, your arm wrapped around his shoulders. He moved his head in to the nape of your neck and sighed. He was hiding behind you from his feelings and the world. You were his metaphorical escape. 

Joel’s mind wandered to all the previous moments the two of you had shared. Awkward, brief stares at each other in the Boston QZ periodically before you two actually knew each other. When you bandaged him up after a bullet graze. Your hands were so soft and you worked so carefully, making sure the process was as painless as you could make it. Or when you shared your last meal with him. You ripped the disgusting piece of jerky up and insisted he ate it. The two of you were sitting in what used to be a park and was watching Ellie play on the fragile equipment when it happened. One of the few moments she actually got to live like a kid. 

“Y/N?” Joel whispered in your ear. Turning to look at him, his eyes were red and puffy. “I do love you, you know.” 

A thin lipped smile rose to your face. You nodded. “I’m not very good at these kinds of things… I’m sorry.” he sighed.

You rejected his apology and rested your head back on his shoulder. “I know. Me too,” you managed to say, with a slight chuckle at the end. Your hand wrapping over his slowly turned in to his hand intertwining with yours. “We’ll get through this. Together.” you assured him. Joel nodded, leaning in to kiss you softly on the forehead. You felt a rush of happiness fill you at this small gesture. 

Joel was a hard man to crack, you had known that since the first day you met him. His stubbornness was relentless. This meant the world to you.��

Now as the two of you lay side by side, you felt him wrap his arms around you. Joel was so warm, it was comforting. He pulled you close, not caring what Ellie would think when she awoke. You both closed their eyes, praying this remote cave was safe enough to not stay up and watch for any danger. And it was. 

Joel was healing physically, but the shattered man inside began repairs as the night moved on. He knew he could do anything, feel anything, and try to be even an inkling of the man he used to be with you at his side.

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Old Habits

pairings: anxceit (platonic, can be seen as romantic)

summary: virgil remembers how to deal with nightmares and panic attacks, and he doesn't want to remember who used to be there to help him. janus isn't forgetting anytime soon.

tags: panic attack, probably poorly described, nightmares, emotional hurt/comfort, angst, janus still cares, virgil wishes he didn't

word count: 1711

a/n: i wrote this after reading a post(?) saying how you can deal with anxiety/panic attacks by sucking on an ice cube so the cold shocks you out of the panic, and i decided to use it for this fic.

Virgil was used to nightmares. He’s had to deal with them for most if not all of his life, and by now he’d gotten used to bolting awake in the middle of the night, heart pounding in his ears. When that happens, he usually only needs a minute or two to get a hold of himself before he can lie back down and go back to bed. Sometimes, he needs to resort to more extreme measures. Music helps, as does pacing back and forth down the hall until his nerves finally ease up. Still, he remembers the nights when he’d all but fall out of bed, breathless and panicked and in desperate need of proof that he was alright. Those nights used to be easier before.

Tonight is one of those nights, with a particularly terrible dream haunting him even after he woke up with a scream trapped in his throat. He looked around the room, seeing nothing but danger in every shadow and corner. He wasn’t safe here, he needed to get out.

Throwing the sheets aside and standing on shaky legs, Virgil stumbled to his door and all but fell into the wall on the other side of the hall with a painfully loud thud. Sliding numbly down the wall, he collapsed limply to the floor, the impact forcing a gasp from him. He tried to think past his own pounding heartbeat and the tightness in his chest to get his bearings. He needs to get up. The others could have heard him, they’ll wake up and see him like this and it’ll only get worse. He needs to go, if not to his room then downstairs to the living room. He can ride the rest of this out on the couch there.

One look at the stairs left him reeling. Bad idea, there was no way he would be able to make it down those without falling and breaking his neck. He can’t stay here, though. He has to at least try to stand, before he gets seen by-

“Virgil?”

Janus’ visage crept into his periphery, and Virgil felt like the world was going to end. Why did it have to be Janus? It could have been anyone else and he wouldn’t have complained, but it had to be Janus that found him like this. As if tonight couldn’t get any worse.

“Another nightmare, I gather?” Janus asked.

Virgil couldn’t respond even if he wanted to. His chest was tight and his heart was pounding in his ears and he couldn’t breathe.

“Guess so.”

Janus moved closer, eventually kneeling down until he was eye level with Virgil. There was no mockery or coldness in his eyes, only understanding.

“I’m not going to ask you to talk, but I do need you to try to breathe. Can you do that?”

Virgil did his best to nod, forcing his lungs to work even if by a little. It was tough, and almost painful to draw even a small breath, but he still tried to at least start breathing. He had to try; it was the first step in calming back down and he knew that, but getting his brain to cooperate right now was nearly impossible.

“The floor can’t be very comfortable for you. Would you rather have a breakdown on the couch or in my room? Something tells me your room would only make matters worse, but if you want we can still do that.”

Virgil tried to focus past the panicked haze in his head to think. He really doesn’t want to be in the hall. Someone would see him, well, someone else, and the floor was cold and hard and only made it harder to calm down. His bed was comfortable enough, but his mind was still insistent on it being unsafe. That’s where the nightmare was from, he’s not going back there.

Janus offered his room, and as nice as it sounded to collapse into a bed and be wrapped warmly in weighted sheets, it couldn’t be Janus’ room to do that. It just couldn’t.

The ache in his chest made the simple act of talking painful, so Virgil instead jerked his head in the direction of the stairs, hoping Janus would get the hint.

Janus understood, shifting until he was kneeling beside him. “I’m not about to have you walk while you’re like this, which means I have to carry you. Any complaints?”

Virgil had many, but it’s not like he was capable of voicing them right now. Not when it felt like his whole chest had collapsed. As long as he made it to the couch in one piece, he’d be fine. He can always sucker punch Janus for it later.

Virgil begrudgingly nodded, and Janus immediately picked him up with ease. He held Virgil in a slightly more dignified version of the princess carry, and slowly walked down the stairs, letting Virgil's head fall heavily against his chest the whole while. It was beyond embarrassing being held like this by Janus of all sides, but hearing his steady heartbeat guiding his own into a more relaxed rhythm was unfortunately very helpful, and Virgil wished he didn’t find some level of comfort from it.

Janus made it to the couch and carefully set Virgil down, giving him enough space to get comfortable again before speaking.

“Now, try to breathe again. You know you need to do that to start feeling better.”

Of course Virgil did, this happens all the damn time. The problem is, it’s hard to do anything when he can hardly think, and right now it felt like his lungs were being squeezed so tightly they’d explode. He couldn’t try to breathe right now; he could hardly think about anything other than the horrible pain in his chest.

Janus seemed to notice, as he sighed and straightened back up.

“Right. Just keep trying and I’ll be right back, alright?” he said, before walking off somewhere behind him.

For the briefest of moments Virgil felt himself panic at his sudden absence, but he tried his best to focus on his breathing instead. Why the hell should he be upset about Janus leaving? It’s not like they’re close, he has no reason to care about him. God, he’s probably waking Remus up so he can make things worse. They’ll both come back and laugh so loudly that the others will wake up too. Virgil felt his lungs burning from a lack of oxygen, and he realized all too quickly that he had stopped breathing again. He couldn’t breathe. Janus left him, he’s going to make this worse, he’s going to let him die here on the couch, he’s-

“Didn’t I tell you to keep breathing?” Janus teased, returning to his side. Virgil noticed he was alone, with no one else there to make a scene.

“I was just getting something, alright? Let’s try to breathe again, shall we?”

Virgil could hardly listen to what he was saying, but he knew he had to get his lungs to work again. Closing his eyes and focusing as best as he could, he forced as much air as possible into his lungs. Granted it wasn’t a lot, and it hurt like hell, but it was a start.

“That’s it, now try to say something for me.”

Virgil opened his mouth to at least try to talk, only to feel something startlingly cold forced past his lips. He gasped, trying to spit it out, but Janus held his hand firmly over his mouth before he could even try.

“It’s ice from the freezer, sweetie. I’m not trying to kill you or anything. I know it’s cold, and that’s the point. Focus on that and nothing else.”

How the hell could he think about anything other than that? The ice was almost painfully cold, and he was forced to swallow the melting water as it thawed in his mouth. His lungs opened up, working to regulate the sudden shift in internal temperature, and Virgil felt his heart eventually slow down as a result. The longer the ice stayed in his mouth, the more he found himself focusing on the cold instead of the nightmare from earlier and the fear that followed. In fact, it was getting far easier to breathe, and the realization reminded Virgil to take deeper breaths, much to Janus’ approval.

By the time the ice had fully melted, Virgil was finally breathing normally again. Janus withdrew his hand with a smile, taking a seat next to him on the couch.

“Feeling better?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Virgil said with a nod. “Thanks.”

“Of course. Now what do you say to a drink?”

Virgil looked over at him, where he was already holding a glass of ice water.

Now that he mentioned it, Virgil was awfully thirsty. He shrugged before taking the glass in a slightly shaky hand and drinking heartily, poorly feigning an attempt at looking nonchalant.

“I’m guessing you don’t want to tell me what had you so spooked?”

“You guessed correctly,” Virgil rasped in response, the glass already nearly empty by the time he had finished his drink. “I also don’t want to talk about tonight with you later. As far as I’m concerned, it didn’t happen at all.”

“It’s not like anything different happened.”

“That’s the thing. This used to be normal, stuff like this happening between us, but now…“ Virgil sighed. “Now I just don’t know.”

Janus gave him a soft look, one that almost looked hurt. “Why not? This new normal doesn’t have to destroy what we had before. Who’s to say we can’t fall back into routine every now and then? I’ve already looked past everything that happened between us. The only one holding a grudge here is you.”

“Can you blame me?”

Janus sighed, eyes downcast. “No, I suppose not. Just know, I’ll still be around if you ever need me. I still remember what to do for you, and I’ll always help you out.”

“Why?”

Janus gave him a small but wistful smile. “Old habits.”

With that he rose from his seat and returned to his room, leaving Virgil by himself on the couch. Even after all this time, Janus still knew him. Virgil almost wished he didn’t.

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@wolfstarmicrofic March 4 – prompt 4: Avada Kedavra – word count 773

Avada Kedavra - the killing curse

“I hate it I hate I hate it I really, really, really hate it.”

James patted Peter’s shoulder.

“I know, mate,” he said, smiling over his book. “I hate it too.”

Across the table they were sitting at in the library, Remus nodded. Seventh year was tough enough without having to thoroughly study the Unforgivable Curses. At least they didn’t have to practice them as they did with other spells, but the long pages of the horrible effects those curses had had on the poor people who had been targeted by them was still taxing. Remus and James were already on the last chapter, dedicated to the most definitive of the three, Avada Kedavra, the killing curse. Peter, however, was still staring at the first chapter about the Imperius Curse.

“It’s awful…” he murmured. “Someone could force you to do anything, even stuff you’d rather die than do.”

“A dream for any Dark Wizard,” Remus nodded gloomily. “You just need a handful of followers, no need to convince the masses if you can use that.”

“Someone could be told to kill and would have to do it,” Peter went on with a shiver. “Someone could curse me to kill you James, and I wouldn’t know how to stop it.”

“I know Pete,” James’s hand made soothing motions on Peter’s shoulder. “We’re lucky we’re living in times of peace.”

“Yes, no Dark Wizards on the horizon,” Remus added, forcing a smile to lighten the mood.

Peter sighed and went back to his page, while Remus turned to his right, where Sirius was sitting in silence, which was odd for him. He noticed it immediately. The jaw set, a muscle spasming in it, the fists closed so tight the knuckles were white.

“Sirius?”

Sirius didn’t even acknowledge his voice, so Remus looked at the book opened in front of him. A page thick with words was side by side with an illustration of a witch brandishing her wand towards a crouching figure in front of her, the face distorted in pain. The use of the Cruciatus Curse, the description said.

“Oh, baby,” Remus breathed, sliding closer to Sirius.

They all remembered the summer before sixth year, when Sirius had turned up at the Potters’ in such a state Monty and Effie had alerted the Aurors who had come to a unanimous conclusion: along with a slicing curse, the Cruciatus Curse had been used on Sirius by his mother. The fact that Walburga Black had never suffered any consequence for her actions was a demonstration of how the system failed as soon as it was against families like the Sacred Twenty-eight, but they had all focused on one thing: Sirius was safe now. Still, the memories of that house, and of what had happened that night lingered. James had learned the best ways to help Sirius through his panic attacks, Peter could now tell with precision when he was going to get worse and Remus woke up the minute he sensed Sirius having another nightmare, so he could move to his bed if they weren’t in the same one already and slowly wake him up before cuddling with him until he stopped crying.

Remus slowly took Sirius’s hands in his, delicately but firmly opening his fists. He clicked his tongue twice and didn’t need to look up to see the other two spring into action: the book disappeared from the table, slid in the bag by James along with all of Sirius’s things, Peter was already at the door to make his way down to the kitchens as quick as possible.

“Come on baby,” Remus whispered, getting up. “Let’s go take a walk.”

They ended up by the lake in the late spring warmth, a display of muffins and chocolate before them and their school books forgotten in their bags. After a while, Sirius’s cloudy gaze relaxed and he came back to them, leaning against Remus who had his arms wrapped around him.

“Studying sucks,” he said, his voice vaguely trembling.

“It really does,” Peter nodded.

“How about we call it quits for today?” James said, halfway through his third blueberry muffin. “We can go fly a few laps on the Quidditch pitch later on, what do you think Pads? Or even try some new strategies, Pete can get the megaphone and tell us what to do.”

“I’d like that,” Sirius sighed, before craning his neck so he could look at Remus behind him. “Can you come and watch Moony? Just for a while?”

“Of course,” Remus smiled, before taking a large piece of chocolate and putting it before Sirius’s mouth. “Now eat. You’ll feel better.”

[allisoooon]

I always wanted to ask. Do you like hate Viktor or? I’m a bit confused since his entire life has just been trauma after trauma but it kinda feels like people don’t care? I kinda just want your thoughts on his story (both before S1, Aka when he was a kid and like S1 to S3?) like, what constitutes as a victim mentality when he’s just constantly being tortured? Is it his fault his powers are dangerous? Or is it his fault that he had a panic attack and basically went haywire? /Gen

Ooooh, this is an interesting question. This is going to be a long answer.

So no, I absolutely don't hate Viktor. Actually, what I love about him is that he has a dark side like everyone else. It's what makes him compelling. Emotionally, he's a deeply traumatized human being. By nature, he's gentle and has a strong sense of justice. Take a character like that and give him a tendency to kill people when he loses control of his emotions, and you've got yourself some A+ internal conflict. That doesn't work if he has no agency in the things he does.

When I refer to a victim mentality, I'm not making a claim that he's not a victim--I'm referring to the fact that he's forgotten that he's not only a victim. Indeed, to some degree, he started out the series having forgotten that people who hurt him can also be victims. To take it further, other people can be his victims. That's just a fact of life about being a human being. It's certainly not his fault that his powers are dangerous, but I don't think it's as simple as him "going haywire." I don't think he's having a panic attack when he ends the world. Actually, I wouldn't be surprised if he did the entire thing while dissociated. That's kinda what it looks like to me.

Now, dissociation is gonna be different for everyone, and I'm not sure if this is how it was intended, but to me, it doesn't feel like I've lost control of myself. To the contrary, I get very intense and goal-oriented when I dissociate. Viktor's sense of reality seems to be distorted, to the point where he is doing a lot of shit he would not have done the day before or the day after, so I would not be the least bit surprised if he was experiencing derealization. If you don't know what that's like...well, you do. If you've had a dream, you know exactly what derealization feels like. It literally feels like a dream. Now I want to be clear it feels like a dream. You are still in possession of all your mental faculties. Unless something else is confusing you, like if you just woke up or were falling asleep, you probably don't literally think you're dreaming? But that's just my experience. I tend to dissociate before and after a really bad panic attack, and as shitty an experience as it is, it's not part of a panic attack so much as it is protecting me from my panic attack. That's the mechanism, anyway. It ends up feeling like something I need protection from.

Derealization doesn't make you do things, but it does impair your judgment in my experience. When things don't feel real, it doesn't feel like there will be consequences to your actions. But, like with being drunk, you're not going to just randomly do shit you would never do otherwise. Like with being drunk, it's not an excuse for doing horrible shit. And while my memory and focus both suck when I'm dissociated, it suuuuper does not feel like being drunk. My ability to reason and logic is still there. My emotions are going haywire, but I'm not being destructive because I'm not a destructive person. Again, I don't have like, the definitive experience here, but it's the only experience I've got to talk about.

Is Viktor a destructive person when he's not losing it? When calm, and confident, under specific circumstances, he can be. He can be very frightening, and use it for the forces of good. Look at his conversation with Marcus. Do you think he was bluffing? I don't. And I think that's super cool, that he recognizes this side of himself now, but knows it doesn't have to be bad, or uncontrolled, or any of the things he feared it would be at the end of s2. He can listen to his emotions, take that sense of justice, and protect people.

A lot of this goes for Allison, too, btw. She was deeply emotionally compromised this entire season, but her actions were her own. None of the Hargreeveses have good emotion regulation (no, not even Five). Viktor's regulation is the worst because his emotions were chemically dampened his entire life. But being dysregulated does not mean you lose control of your actions, or your sense of right and wrong. When you're angry enough, you know it's wrong to say certain things or do certain things, but you're so angry, you stop caring that it's wrong. When you calm down, you feel awful.

Like Five explained to Viktor this season, that is the consequence of them having power. When they make mistakes, when they permit themselves the same moral indulgences other people get to have (like losing one's temper and yelling something one doesn't mean), people lose their lives for it. And because Viktor is very powerful, him lashing out the way normal people do every day winds up getting a lot of people killed. It's not that he's so evil, he destroyed the world. He had a couple of very, very bad days, and instead of screaming obscenities at the taxi driver who honked at him, he flung the entire taxi two blocks and presumably killed the guy. And if it didn't feel real to him at the time because he was dissociated, I would not be at all surprised. But that goes to show that a normal psychological mechanism in someone with powers still has vastly different consequences from what it has in a normal person. It's not that he's gotten correspondingly more evil, just that he pays for his mistakes differently than a non-powered person does.

And that's a hard, hard lesson to someone who dreamed of having superpowers all his life but also cried when his siblings stepped on ants.

[skatingbi]

When I say sanji falls hard i mean he falls HARD homies!!

My fighter pilot au is also a modern au, so during the 2 years sanji and zoro are apart they constantly talk on the phone. Zoro hates texting so sanji will go out of his way to call zoro when they both have a break.

Their conversations last hours. Theyre not always talking but sanji is content with the comfortable silence that also makes up their calls as well. He just likes being with zoro in any way he can be until theyre able to meet again.

When its not silence zoro is talking about his family mihawk and perona, or the lessons he's taking (which zoro refuses to tell sanji what they are), or the unclassified information on the assignments he's been doing. Sanji talks about his mandatory leave where he goes back home and helps zeff with the baratie. He complains about his old man while also talking about how much he missed cooking. They talk about things other than work for probably the first time since that night sanji woke up with a panic attack a few years ago.

During these two years, sanji learns so much about zoro and he feels loved at the same time in zoro's own unusual way. In return, zoro learns more about sanji and basks in getting to be with sanji even if theyre on opposite sides of the world.

Unfortunately, their comrades are suffering by watching them be hopelessly in love to the point where it feels like experiencing second hand embaressment. Sanji SUCKS at flirting and zoro wouldnt even know someone was flirting with him even if it hit him square in the face with a 50 pound brick.

Nami and Usopp are betting on who confesses first. Luffy couldnt care less about the betting but still likes to be a supportive friend and participates anyways. Robin and Franky dont bet money but talk about it as well. Regardless, the majority vote that Sanji will confess first, even if it'll probably be the worst confession anyone's ever heard in their life.

Like you think these two idiots know anything about romance? Absolutely Not. They're in their early 20's and spent most of their life growing up too fast and having to survive more than live.

So when during those two years, the second year is maybe one assignment and mostly being sitting ducks at their respective bases they stay at, sanji and zoro talk more and more about their other dreams. They start to learn how to live, slowly but surely through each other, despite being oceans apart.

Flirting between them is useless, but opening up and baring their souls to each other isn't. When you put two guarded men together with walls up, it can either end in tragedy like betrayal or in them tearing down each others walls.

When Sanji bears his soul to Zoro, he understands for the second time how much he cant live without him. How much he truely wishes he could at least look at zoro face to face and trace all the scars on his skin with reverence and adoration.

Sanji's heart aches more and more as the two years pass by. The next time they call, though, his heart nearly stops when he hears zoro's voice still raspy from waking up so late in the morning for the Nth time that week to hear him say in fucking french by the way, dear god sanji isnt gonna be able to survive this any longer now.

"Good morning, Sanji"

[eriecanal]

might delete this later for oversharing reasons but looking back i can admit that december was fully so bad for me likeee. starting off strong i got black out drunk and woke up having realized i was trans like the alcohol opened some crazy pandora's box in my mind. promptly had the freak out of the century about this and closeted myself like? further everywhere including online in places where no one irl sees like here. like i used to just not put my pronouns in my bio and i changed them all to she/her????? crazy move in retrospect. cried for a week + about basically everything and anything. completely fucked my grades. convinced my life was over was actively trying to come up with ways to re-repress this knowledge. right. awesome. anyways then it looked like my grandpa was gonna die (he's better now but it was scary) and meanwhile i was driving to toronto with my friend who knew none of this to go see great comet and fuck around for 2 days. during reading week btw because we just believed in ourselves like that when we booked our tickets for some reason. and then i came back and had my first panic attack in years during my calc final and failed it and cried for 5 hour sstraight bc it fucked my grade in the class completely. and then i did 3 more finals. and by this point i wanted to go home so bad it was unreal. and also i was making doomer posts abt my transness every single day in my tumblr drafts but remaining closeted on here for no real reason. anyways then i went home and nothing got better but there was no great comet there. and then we went to see my grandparents for christmas and we still thought my grandpa was maybe dying at this point even though it was less likely than a couple weeks before and everyone in my family was so stressed and mad at each other. and meanwhile the only thing i could think about even amidst much more important things was that if i ever came out at the very least most of the people there would never believe me or understand or even try. or love me the same again. and because i am not brave or strong of heart that shit scares me so bad. and everything sucked btw. EDIT oh i forgot that when i got back home from my grandparnets after christmas my two best friends, who are dating, one of whom i had an extremely lifedestroying crush on before they got together and who was also at this time the only person i was out to, decided to engage in the most diabolical third wheeling they could possibly dream up for no reason. which i just let them do of course

[popjunkie42]

WIP Wednesday!

Guys I am writing SO MUCH all the time, but I am working on my Psyche-Eros ACOTAR retelling which is going to be a big one! I'm hoping I might be ready to start publishing in the next 4-6 weeks, but in the meantime I have been so impatient to share things! Working on long fics is hard.

I also have a few shorter things I'm tinkering with, along with the last chapter of Blossoming in Winter, but for the time being enjoy this little Psyche-Eros snippet of Feyre seeing Starfall for the first time.

Feyre woke from a dream where she was being smothered. Bolting up in bed, she sucked down mouthfuls of air, hands feeling her throat for phantom claws.

The nightmares had been an unwelcome addition to her new life in the Palace. Not that she would call it that in her mind. Captivity, maybe. Imprisonment.

All the Archeron sisters were prone to nightmares from time to time, the effects inescapable in their shared bed when one woke thrashing and screaming. But Feyre supposed that her full belly and deeper sleep in a soft mattress had the unwanted side effect of empowering her mind, giving it space now to wander down dark and cavernous hallways yet unexplored. This time there were no sisters to wake, to kick her back to reality or murmur half-woken platitudes. None of them had every had a mother who soothed them back to gentler dreams, smoothing hair and cooing soft comforts. Here at least Feyre wouldn’t have her covers stolen roughly by Nesta or feel the sharp toenails of Elain, although in some of her more terror-filled moments, she felt terribly alone.

Feyre willed her heart to slow, closing her eyes and feeling the sweat beading and cooling slowly on her skin.

Only a dream. The word came to her unbidden: safe. Here in this fine Palace she may be trapped against her will, but nothing inside it wished her harm. The curtains swayed gently, revealing the quiet night sky and the cold but familiar mountains beyond.

A strange playground for her mind to play in.

No red claws of crushing fingers here.

As the blood echoing in her ears slowed, she became aware of an odd sound, the tinkling of tiny bells. Light flashed beyond her closed eyelids and she was instantly back on alert, awareness pulling her out of her mind.

She kicked her legs free of the tangled sheets and padded to the balcony on her toes, unable to comprehend the sight before her.

The sky was falling.

Panic gripped her, nerves still raw from her dream. War? Magic? Some horrible natural disaster unknown in the human lands that would tear down pieces of the sky like this, hurling them into the horizon?

Run, scream, hide. Her body was yelling at her, but she froze in inaction at the threshold.

She couldn’t very well fight the stars, if they decided to fall on her head.

One breath. Two.

No smell of burning, no screams or the loud crash of the stone ceiling upon her head. The sky was streaked in whites and yellows and blues and greens shooting far ahead only to dive below the horizon in a glorious blaze, tails sparkling like diamonds. The twinkling noise of scattering star splatter that glowed across the mountain peaks and deep into the mist.

When minutes went by and the world didn’t end, Feyre let her jaw unclench her muscles relaxing slowly.

It was beautiful. The word didn’t do it justice.

Emotions were rolling over her with each star, a shiver of something her body could barely contain. She felt awe, and an empty unworthiness, as if she were spying on something secret and sacred, not meant for her mortal eyes. Then, anger. At her own cold and distant stars back home, that never danced and painted the sky like this. Maybe every week the fae lands exploded with some new terrestrial beauty, some grand blessing reserved for them alone.

When her feet turned cold on the stone balcony, she sought out her blanket, dragging it out to sit upon the ironwood chair, scared to drag her eyes away lest the falling of the stars fade away into another dream. 

She hadn’t known, that the world was so beautiful. That this sight before her was even possible. All her short life spent, even in her comfortable youth, in the dull mortal lands in mud and ordinariness, in suffering and hunger and the stench of death. 

Was it the absence of the fae and their magic, or the presence of the mortals and their doomed short lives, that filled their lands with such ordinariness? Such mud and desperation?

Or had she simply been too hungry, downtrodden and blind to see it? Whatever beauty and hope that might have lived in her world, hovering just out of reach of her fingers, knotted hard into a fist? 

As they flew overhead, Feyre made wishes spoken softly into the night. Messages to her sisters the stars could take with them, if they would travel that far. The mortals had no remaining gods and she didn’t know if the fae kept them as well, so she only wished for the stars to carry what was in her heart to some distant and receptive ear.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Hey man, its me again~

(If i may overwhelm you or anything just say so, i sometimes dont understand the limits of being too annoying)

So. Hehm. I got covid. And. I was sick for a few weeks but then yesterday it became very, very bad(i presume because of stress and overexaustion, as well as due to not taking care of myself properly..) to the point of not being able to hold a bottle. I felt kinda horrible, but until night that was only the start. I could only lay in bed, overheated, and ended up falling asleep midday and having hallucinations/nightmares at night. I woke up in tears after a supposedly silly goofy dream(caine×kinger (i just knew they were a couple) arguing, well, more like kinger being very, very mad for some reason and caine looking at him with his pathetic sad eyes while trying to argue back/explain himself. Also there was zooble looking all smug at The Camera like in Office in a way only an asshole weedsmoker would do, all relaxed. Oh also it was a Zombie Apocalypse au and kinger just had a big booty for no reason) and hyperventilating, it was horrifying for some reason(maybe because i love the guys... royalteeth<3). I was Very Delirious.(i am a bit better after finally being taken seriously and given medication after

Anyway i said all this only for you to know about the dream, i liked it very much in the end, yummy angst.

So i was wondering, maaay i please req a worried itward trying to force sick!reader to go to bed but they bluntly refuse because "I have WORK to do and people to TAKE CARE of! I don't care, am just.. a little under the weather, yes, but its nothing a warm tea later wont fix. So i need to- no, i am perfecty capeable-" <- said before falling over a coffe table half dressed, almost landing on Mr. Midnights fluffy butt. When they finally give in they're kinda clingy and a bit whiny("..do you still love me?"; *stumbles out of the room to get to itward who decided to get them some tea, scaring him shitless in the process* "can we hold hands? Please")

(The dream and other info has nothing to really do with the request and has no purpose but to tell you abt the silly scenario, you can just disregard it. Anyway i'm going to sleep good noight!!♡♡♡)

Itward x sick!stubborn!Reader!

IM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LOKG TO GET TO THIS SOBS

That said I hope youre feeling better man :( sickness sucks!! I hate sickness!! Beats up the sickness!!!

Also I know I already said this when you checked your request status, but you're not overwhelming me or annoying me!! Get down with the silliness!!

Also look at this goofball, how he almost falls

Loser

(Gently holds)

I think that he would treat most sicknesses on the same level of seriousness; like sure he wouldn't panic if you had a simple fever or cold.. but he's going to be firm on you not overworking yourself

In fact its likely that he will bar you from chores and work for at least an entire day after all your symptoms die down

Very quickly notices that something is wrong with you. I mean itward looks over a bunch of kids and kids get sick all the time, so I think he can see the signs even before you're fully ill

Asks you if anything is wrong and offers to do some of your chores around the ship (and that's assuming he even assigned you any) as well as offer to run the errands you needed to do that day

Gentle but firm when talking to you and trying to keep you in bed

Like gently pushing you back into bed and covering you up in a blanket or two

"Yes yes, I know dear that you've got work to do... but please, I need you to rest... can you do that for me?" And other similar pleas

Hes making you soup when you wobble in and ask if hes mad at you; because his tone sounded a little stressed when he last talked to you

He cant even answer before you face plant onto the floor of the ship...

Immediately rushes to your side; which likely only takes about two steps for him thanks to his long legs.. scoops you up and just

In this gentle quiet voice reassures you that hes not angry. A little stressed out for you, but not angry

Key words, "for you", not "by you"

I would say for comic value he would tie you to bed, but I feel even itward wouldnt go down to those extremes (and this man can get a little silly. I mean he literally locked Fran in a room so he could make her a surprise birthday party. Itward can get a little intense, I think)

No instead I think he would just stick by your side to ensure you're actually resting

One of admin favorite tropes; character b is sick/very tired and in bed, character a who just put them to bed goes to leave only for b to grab their sleeve/hand/arm/whatever to stop them and just. "Plesse stay"

That happens with you two, I think

And most likely, if itward doesn't have anything super time sensitive or important to do, he will stay with you

Besides, hes a skeleton from another reality. What are the chances that a human sickness can spread to him?

Well that's assuming it's a sickness from the third reality and/or one that cant jump species

But shhh

Itward pretty much becomes a mother hen and tries to prevent you from doing anything that may make your symptoms worse.. as well as caring for you via making you food, keeping you hydrated, and even carryout you around if your legs are too weak to support you

[rosenallies]

I still read the witch au probably once a week- so any time there’s a prompt list I’m going to throw it out there! (As always- I understand if inspiration has faded!) always love any sort of hurt / comfort but honestly so grateful for any little crumbs 🖤

I love witch au <333

“can I touch you? is that okay?"

——

Bosco understood anxiety, she really did. From her earliest days she remembered having a sense of dread that she carried with her at all times, the feelings only worsening as she got older and more involved with her witch’s studies.

Now, however, she had it under control, she knew what herbs and spices eased her anxiety when added into tea, she knew all the breathing exercises and everything that calmed her like the back of her hand.

Jasmine, however, the feeling was new to her. Bosco felt horrible as if she’d rubbed off on the sensitive human somehow, but when Jasmine started waking up in the middle of the night with panic attacks, Bosco was able to use her own experiences to talk her down.

This night was no different. Just past 3 in the morning, Jasmine woke up in a cold sweat, fighting to suck air into her lungs while her hands trembled against her heaving chest.

“Jas, Jas, sweetheart, it’s okay,” Bosco tried first, soothing her with gentle words.

Jasmine only grasped onto her nightgown and pleaded with her to make it stop.

Bosco nodded, she would do whatever it took to make her okay again. If only she had a magic spell or potion that would help her. She had plenty that would knock her out into a deep sleep, but it was likely she’d have the same anxieties when she woke up again.

“Can I touch you? Is that okay?”

Jasmine didn’t say anything, only moved herself into Bosco’s lap, hiding her face in her partner’s neck while she sobbed and Bosco rubbed her back.

“Shhh, sweet girl, breathe, you’ve gotta breathe.”

“I-I can’t,” Jasmine choked out.

“I know it feels like it but you’ve got to, you’ve gotta, baby. With me, ready?”

“No, Bosco, I’m so scared right now and I don’t know why.”

Bosco’s heart broke for her, her stomach twisting with every cry Jasmine let out. It didn’t help that Jasmine’s anxiety creeped into Bosco, the one singular downside to being magically bonded with one another. Bosco worried Jasmine would never come out of this and she’d never feel peace. That’s how Bosco knew she was in love, when her anxieties started being more about Jasmine than herself, but truth be told it was even harder to deal with.

“Jazzy,” Bosco cooed, the nickname calming Jasmine down a bit, “it’s okay that you’re scared but nothing is gonna hurt you, nothing bad is gonna happen to you, sweetheart. You have me to protect you.”

Jasmine, still hiccupping, leaned against Bosco’s chest. “I want it to stop, please, make it stop.”

Bosco tried her best, trying to calm herself down to pass it onto Jasmine through their bond, but seeing Jasmine like this worried Bosco. Jasmine was a human after all, fragile compared to Bosco and her magical make up.

“Let’s try breathing again, okay? Follow my lead, in….and out. Good job, love, in….then out.”

It took time, but soon Jasmine’s breathing started to return to a more normal rate, as did her heartbeat. Her hands still shook, but she was at least able to take in a full breath of air.

“I wish you had magic to make this all stop,” Jasmine only half-joked.

Bosco sighed, resting her lips on Jasmine’s temple. “I know. I do too. I would give it to you in a heartbeat but messing with human feelings can get dangerous,” Bosco paused, “what are you thinking about when you have panic attacks like this? Is it anything specific?”

Heat crept up Jasmine’s cheeks. “I get scared that something will happen to you or you’ll leave me or something like that. It’s usually about you and how much I love you,” she admitted, embarrassed to admit that Bosco took up the majority of her thoughts and dreams, turning the good into anxiousness about that bad.

“I get that, mine are all about losing you.”

Jasmine sighed against her, suddenly exhausted. “Bosco?”

“Hmm?”

“Will you tell me a bedtime story, please? I think that would help calm me down.”

Bosco smiled, “of course, let’s get comfy.”

She helped Jasmine lay down, settling against her before she started her story, a whimsical tale about a beautiful princess named Jasmine who stole a witch’s heart. Jasmine was exhausted and half asleep but she still managed to crack a smile as Bosco spoke.

[nei-ning]

Dream ppost, possibly long, once again.

First dream: I visited a woman who had some kind of mental illness. She had 3 puppies and 1 of them was very scared, sitting still and trembling. I thought I need to report about that poor puppy but never didn't. At one point she and I went near to her balcony and there was 3 or 4 wild HUGE Great Horned Owls (huuhkaja) sleeping on the railing under a bedsheet. I LOVE those owls so seeing them made me super excited!

Next we stood on the balcony after those owls left. Before us was Chinese landscape with mountains and lake which was right beneath us. In the lake was HUGE cat fish! Like at least 5 meters long! But with it in the lake lived dragons. 2 of them were middle sized / normal (whatever you consider "normal size" to be for dragons) and one HUGE one. Those smaller ones were black and red-black in color while biggest was made of stone. They all laid at the bottom of the lake, relaxing and living peacefully. At the edge of the lake, near mountains, was wooden polls with ropes and something hang from those ropes. Rope went from poll to poll. I then thought: "Wait a minute. This was MY idea! MY way to earn money and help environment! She STOLE this from me!" Soon after this I woke up.

In last night's dream I, first, was in some mall and first I followed this guy who liked me, like I liked him, and he played hard to catch. I lost him at some point. Then something happened and people started to rush out of the mall in panic. I tried to keep up with my sister but lost her.

Next I sat in a high car, looking behind through back window. We were driving on a forest road, forest being on both sides of the road. Road itself was like a storming sea, covered with water which was coming towards us. Suddenly bright yellow flashing, like lightning, started to appear in the middle line of the water and it made me happy. I knew it was the guy, my crush, who I lost at the mall. He had returned and found me instead. I also need to mention this guy was more or less like a lizard people (if you know what I mean).

Then, in the same dream, I was in HUGE white truck. It had 2 big trailers but they were shared in 2 levels. Upper levels looked like a bus with seats but below area was empty, stored with food and weapons. I sat near the window, equipped with a hammer only. We were chased by enemy or police, I'm not sure. My sister was there with many other people. I saw one enemy coming with flying scooter or something so I asked could I break the window so I could shoot him. Sis started to say no, but I already hit a small hole in the glass, pushing my little gun through it, aiming at the enemy.

I pulled the trigger and out came a group of small white balls which turned into seagulls! They attacked the man, me yelling at them to poke his eyes out of his head! :'D More enemies came to his aid and one of them aimed at me directly with his gun. The glass shattered and I fell out of the truck. Luckily I, like evetyobe else, were tied on their seat with a long rope or chain so I hanged along.

I managed to land on near by police car which was still chafing us. On it's roof was a pile of weapons, mostly old long axes, knives and swords. I took few of them before falling off on the car. I got sucked under the police car before my chain yanked me back with such huge force that I landed on another white truck which was driving beside us. I heard my sis scream at me something while I watched another pile of weapons in front of me. Once more I took old swords, knives and axes. We had no good weapons in our truck so I took weapons to as many people as I could.

I remember how excited and pleased I was when picking up those weapons, haha! Oh, and another thing! For a some reason wearing shoes, and socks, was forbid in our truck. Apparently they made noises what enemies could hear.

And then I slowly started to wake up.

[dirtreally]

@freshlybakedspiderbread i went for this epic moth girl cuz she's kind of the cutest character in the game but also the game is like weirdly subtly mean to her and i don't know how much of it is on purpose. either way it means that she barely gets any spotlight in this game so of course i am going to go for her

every single character has like some shit going on like they want to do Woke Capitalism cuz they have a childhood dream or they Have Trouble Fitting In As An Immigrant Species (not kidding again this is a real thing in the game) but this bitch legitimately doesnt have anything going on other than being eally into marketing and running her solo marketing company thing. It's completely nakedly played straight to such an extent that it's like Okay Man. its not even a joke thing like anna fire emblem or whatever where she's like a meme woman whos there to help you Be Shopping whoever the fuck wrote her was just really invested in trying to create a woman who's like a barely-caricature of a mid 20s social media manager or whatever

there's a thing in her story about how she wants to impress her parents but its suchhhhh a non issue its like Who Cares. also a lot of shit on her just really makes her out to just suck ass but given how much of this game is about woke capitalism its hard to really figure out how much of that is intentional. she never shuts the fuck up about drinking coffee and the twenty thousand diseases it's giving her and she's literally literally always on her fuckin phone to the point where like if she gets seperated from it for like 2 seconds she gets a panic attack and noone talks about it. also her deck is straight up unambiguously the worse deck in the entire game. like if you tried to run a deck using mainly her cards it would either just straight up either be unplayable or incredibly high risk for very little reward relative to the other decks. Her marketing thing is like kind of useless also but thats more just the result of her being a late game character

i still have no idea what the fuck they were cooking but it's at least more interesting than like most of the rest of the game if only cuz it's so mildly baffling

[enokvirkow]

There had been darkness for so long. Like a never-ending slumber — only once she had dreamt. That she walked inside a digital plane. Contained within a small box, she wondered if she could break through the walls. Though she was no netrunner.

What is your name?

I am Ariadne Nihilis, now listen here you shit for brains fuckface —

NO, WAIT —

By the time she answered the single question of a familiar voice, she was pulled back into the dark. The dreamless. Sometimes she wondered about her dream. Wondered if she had fucked her chance of freedom. Of something more than nothing.

Perhaps that was why she woke sudden and violent. The room hadn't begun to take shape around her. Yet she lifted limbs, heavy as stones, to lash out at the someone above her.

Machines screamed around them as she sat bolt upright. She breathed like she couldn't possibly suck enough air in. Wild-eyed and with laboured breaths she took a much harder swing at what she now realised was a face getting all in her fucking business.

Her body backpedaled off the bed. Legs? Couldn't feel them. They dragged on the floor as hot pins-and-needles stabbed over her skin. Barely awake, barely even born again, and she was already at the door rattling for it to open.

How long had it taken him?`

Far too fucking long.

It had been years. So, so many years. He had never thought it would take him so long to fight for her back. But it had. The days had bled into weeks, into months into years. Now a decade. And while he had only worked towards this one goal... there was barely anything left of him. And it was okay.

His entire being, all of his body and his mind. It existed to fight for her. To get her back. Only her. Ariadne was all that had counted.

Looking down onto the body strapped into the Ripperdoc's chair, Enok had to fight the urge to push a strand of her out of her face. This wasn't Ariadne. Not yet. She had similar skin, similar hair, similar features. Her height was a complete match. Her body type roughly too. I had taken so long. For a girl like this one to be declared braindead. And for her family to agree on a price for her body.

He must have appeared unhinged. Cold-hearted and psychopathic. Who bought a girl's corpse? No sane man. He had passed that threshold long ago.

But there was nothing sinister about his intentions. At least nothing more sinister than the streets of Nightcity held anyway... he just wanted her back. He just wanted one chance. For her.

The stitches on his chest still burned. They were freshly opened and sewn shut again. Extracted the small titanium boy with the microchip that had been kept beneath his sternum for years. Safe and sound. Right by his heart. Because it held all that his heart yearned for.

Enok kept to the shadows when the Ripperdoc started his work. Provoking the body. Firing up the central nervous system. Aligning neurons that had formerly been dead.

All connected to the new chip in her nape. A small unusual mod. If this was a success, it would be sealed forever.

Because if this was a success, Ariadne would be here again...

It seemed to take forever. An eternity just with blinking lights, graphs and beeping noises. And then silence.... before she twitched. Her fingers. Her face. She opened her eyes once - but didn't seem to see anything. Like back then. Back when she had stared at the smog-hung sky the day she had died...

Approaching slowly, Enok bowed over the body that was seemingly coming back to life. Holding his breath, staring. Taking in every detail. He had worked for this one moment. All his hopes and fears were pivoting from this point. If it failed... he would not know what to live for anymore. If it was successful, though...

A sharp pain crashed into his jaw - though the metal prosthetic there took off most of the pain. Enok was surprised at first, need a moment to catch himself. And as he looked up again... the girl was already dragging herself across the floor. Her legs did not yet obey her. But... there was panic in her eyes. She couldn't escape, she was locked on.

Enok's eyes narrowed at her. Trying to see, whether he could... well, see her. But.... it was impossible. Was that Ariadne? Or was that... something else?

Holding his hand sup slightly in an attempt to look less dangerous, Enok stepped forwards. There was tremble in his hands. The same as in his voice.

"...you... can you... understand me? It's okay... you're safe. You're fine. You recognize me? Enok."

Fingertips touched over his own chest, before he pointed at her, crouching down now to seem harmless. And to watch her every reaction. This was the test. Everything depended on it.

"... do you know your name?"

@rebelichor

[asukamood]

Unfinished wips #1

So I’ve recently dug out those wips from my Docs that I’m likely not to finish and I went: Why not publish them since I’m gonna die because of hs again?

So here we are, “enjoy” your “reading”

(Emphasis on the quotes since there is a reason why I’ve never finished them)

***

Life sucks: A documentary (This is legitimately the title I gave it)

Panic at the disco? More like panic in the office. (Dreamswap setting)

Synopsis: Blue catches Dream in the middle of a panic and helps him calm down. They were then supposed to do some couple things my single butt cannot comprehend but I said no apparently.

***

When Blue woke up this morning, he wasn’t expecting anything interesting to happen today. He thought everything would play out like usual: he would wake up, do his routine and then go bother the leader of Justice Reigns.

He wasn’t expecting to find the said leader in the middle of a panic attack.

It was simple. He had stepped in, a smile on his face, ready to nag the older one about how his attempt at upgrading his security system was a complete failure as it may have been the fifth time he changed it.

His grin quickly faltered though upon noticing something was amiss. For starters, the blonde-haired man had given no reaction to Blue’s presence.

Not a single scold or sigh, nothing. He would have thought he was ignoring him if it wasn’t for the fact the man was also shaking like a leaf in the wind.

One of his arms was raised and Dream’s eyes were fixated on his right hand, which looked strangely… straight. It wasn’t shaking as badly as his other limbs yet by the look on his face, it seemed to be the source of the complete dread in his irises.

His breaths also sounded forced and short, they came in wheezes, like how a drowning man fighting for his life would sound like.

Blue rushed toward him immediately, concern immediately taking over. Whether he was a good 10 feet away from him or merely inches away, he still looked unaware of the other’s presence, still obnubilated by his static hand.

“Dream?” His breath quickened slightly but he didn’t seem to acknowledge his presence yet. “Dream!”

He repeated this time louder which finally seems to affect him. He flinched, eyes darting in his direction and glistening with shock.

“… Blue?” His voice was barely louder than a whisper but it was enough for the teacher, at least he could still recognize him.

Blue nodded, cupping his cheeks. “Can you hear me? Nod if you understand.” Dream’s head moved up and down. “Good, at the count of three we’ll take a few deep breaths together okay?”

“One.” Dream’s eyes kept darting between Blue’s face and his hand.

“Two.” The latter tightened his grip on his face which ultimately caused Dream to keep his attention on him.

“Three.” As he had described earlier, Blue started to take a few exaggerated breaths slowly, watching the other carefully. It took a few seconds but the winged man imitated him soon after, finally gaining back some colors.

A few minutes of that exercise were needed for Dream to be breathing normally again and once that was done, a long sigh escaped him as he slouched onto his chair.

“Better?” Blue already knew the answer to that but it never hurt anybody to ask for confirmation.

A simple nod was all he got for an answer and to put on top of everything, Dream wasn’t even looking in his direction anymore. His irises moved back to look at his hand.

“Do you know why…” Should he just straight-up name what he saw? Probably not, there was no way Dream would willingly talk about it then. “This happened?”

His eyebrows furrowed at the question. He wasn’t exactly angry, just as confused as he was.

“No.” He shook his head with one hand on his forehead, eyes a little hazy. “I don’t know what happened either, I just… I was just working and…”

***

Fateful Night

Synopsis: The untold tale of the night Dream and Nightmare were snatched by the Tree of Feelings aka Nim.

===

In the dead of night, two men stood side by side in front of the Tree of Emotions. One held an axe and the other, a large bag. Their goal? Steal the golden apples of said tree. Everyone in the universe knew that this was forbidden, that if they were caught, divine punishment would await them.

The two of them had different reasons to be here but they were here together nevertheless, they tried to climb the tree but before they could do this, a green spirit emerged from the tree and sent them flying, bodies rolling on the ground.

Panic soon filled them and they stared at the spirit, terror in their eyes.

“Fools.” The phantom, also known as Nim, spat out with venom in her pristine white eyes. “You are utter fools, you have been warned, countless times.” She floated closer to them, because she didn’t possess any legs before stopping right at their level. “Yet you still chose to come here.”

She shook her head in disapproval, a sigh escaping her mouth. “Just killing you won’t be enough to make you learn their lesson.” Roots came forth from the ground. “Therefore, the price of your greed…” There was a pause. “will be your sons.”