#it’s been over a year since my cat died and i still miss her so much

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Swipe (Lucifer morningstar x reader)

Description: after his divorce, he finally gets back into the dating game…through a dating app :)

Please note I’m writing this before the release of ep7 and ep8 so-

Takes place between ep 5 and right before ep 6

I wrote nearly 98% of this at like 3 AM-

Part 1 of 3

Warning: Lucifer being a dork, Lucifer being a dorky dad, age gap(reader died at like 25 and Lucifer is like a good few thousands years old so), talk of divorce, Charlie being a supportive daughter, I’ve never used a dating apps so i might get info wrong, Lucifer doesn’t know modern day technology or slang, lying, Lucifer straight up cat fishing reader,

No one’s POV

Lucifer was a wreck after his divorce with Lilith. Becoming the shell of the man he was, going from a family-oriented to a man who barely talk to anyone. After visiting his daughter and her hotel, he knew he had to be there, he already missed so much he wasn’t gonna miss another second of it. Becoming the best father he could also meant moving on, it’s been seven years since the separation. Charlie knew her Dad had been in pain since the divorce but she could tell, he was trying and she was going to be there.

Lucifer’s POV

“Charlie, are you sure about this?” I ask still hesitant, I knew Charlie just wanted to help and had the best intentions, but a dating app?  “Of course!” Charlie exclaimed, face lite up. “It’s perfect! You get to meet people without the face to face interactions!” Charlie said downloading the app, viva by Voxtech.

Charlie’s was more excited than I was, I wanted to meet people but an app? I can’t help but feel my heart race and my body get heavy, why was I this nervous. In the middle of my overthinking Charlie handed me the phone, it had a profile made it had my name and many details. It felt like I was giving it to all 9 rings of hell! “Ok! How we gotta add some photos an-“

“Charlie!”

We both turned are head to see Alastor and Vaggie standing there. “Can you help with something real quick?” Vaggie ask seeming annoyed. “Of course!” Charlie’s called back before as standing up. “You go ahead and add those photos dad I’ll be back!” Charlie said as she ran to the two, leaving me alone on the couch staring at the screen. 

I read over the info and it all was so…personal. How would anyone be comfortable putting this much out? I Don’t get me started with being the King of Hell it’s self, then an idea popped in my head. I turn my head slightly to see Charlie still talking to the pair so I decided to take matters into my own hands. I added photos of my duck inventions and made a duck with a white top hat as my ‘icon’. Now onto the name, Lucifer was too out there everyone would know, think! L names that are similar.

Lucifer..

Luci…

Luc…

Luca..

Luca! I instantly think changing the name quickly, removing the last name from the profile along with it. After that it looked like a normal profile. When I finished and satisfied with it Charlie was walking back over. “Sorry bout that dad! Now back to w-.” While she was speaking I shove my phone in my pocket and stand up. “No it’s fine! I set it up!” I nearly screamed it out as I stood from the couch. Charlie stared at me shock for a moment before her normal bright smile returned to her face. “Wow that’s great!” She said as she walked over “Look at you getting the hang of technology!” Charlie said happily. I didn’t know why I was so nervous by an app, but it was on my mind. After finishing talking to Charlie I was able to leave, soon I was back in my bedroom. I let out a sigh and feel onto the massive bed and pulled out my phone, Viva still open.

Y/N POV

Left..Left..Left..

God this app was a never ending app of swiping left on people wanting hook-ups was tiring. This was the last time I’d take F/N advice and use a dating app, the fact they exist in hell was already surprising. It was nude after nude of people looking for a hookup. Then something different popped up, instead of the naked body I almost have gotten used to, I was greeted by a rubber duck with a white top hat. My eyes widen a bit as I layed there I swipped to look at the second photo, more ducks. I then moved and read the bio. “Luca..” I said quietly to myself reading the short info. I looked at the photos and the bio, it stood out in the sea of profile, i stair a while longer…

…Right.

“CONGRATS! YOU GOT A MATCH!” Popped up on my screen in red shades, with the little duck icon. “…that was quick” I think to myself. I click on the little message option.

Y/N - Hi :)

No ones POV

Lucifer layed there looking at the profiles, this was dating. More like brothel. He could barely understand, after swiping left a few times he chose to just turn off his phone, it was a mistake to think an app could help. Almost as soon as Lucifer sat his phone down his phone went off, illuminating the room …then it went off again.

Lucifer raised an eyebrow picking up his phone to see two notifications, both from Viva. Seeing a match with someone named Y/N and a message from them. Lucifer felt himself lose the ability to breathe, “A match?” Lucifer asked himself, confused on what that meant, he open the Add to be greeted my the words “CONGRATS! YOU GOT A MATCH!” And the icon that belong to Y/N.

The icon was a photo of Y/N. Lucifer’s eyes lit up and he finally let out a breath. He admired their features. Their H/C H/L that looked perfect, their E/C eyes drew him in. He clicked the image see their profile, he was greeted my a normal photo of you, it stood out. Lucifer saw the message illuminating in corner of the screen, he let out a breath and opened the message and saw a simple

Y/N - “Hi :)”

I sat their staring at the message before typing himself

Luca - Hi

Time skip (why? Because I fucking said so.)

Over the past few weeks, Lucifer and Y/N talked every day. Learning every little detail of each other. Lucifer learned about your job, your friends, how you lived and how you died even. He couldn’t help but want to know everything.

Y/N learned he had a daughter and that he’d been “recently divorced”, his words not theirs. Y/N learned that he loves ducks and creating new duck toys, he was a big dork, like a big puppy dog. Of course you didn’t know you were talking to Lucifer himself, you thought you were talking to a man named Luca…

During Lucifer’s now frequent visit to his daughter and her little Hazbin hotel, Charlie couldn’t help but notice how her dad was one his phone more then usual, usual being never. Naturally, Charlie was curious. “Sooo..” Charlie started, a little unsure what to say about her fathers new found internet obsession. “Who are you talking to?” Charlie ask curious.

Lucifer was quick to meet his daughters eyes and quickly put his phone face down on the table . “No one!” He said in an almost scream, before it buzzed again..and again…and again. Charlie eyes went between her dads now sweating face and and his phone. Before Lucifer could even react, Charlie reached for his phone. “Wait!” Lucifer said reaching for his phone from her hands, the phone screen lite up and Charlie was greeted my 4 notifications from someone named Y/N from Viva. Charlie gasp turning quickly turning to face him, Charlie’s face lite up like Christmas lights. “YOUR TALKING TO SOMEONE?!” Charlie squealed from excitement, since she helped set up his password she quickly opened his phone to see more.

“Charlie don’t-“ Lucifer started to say before seeing her face fall from its happy to confused. “Wait..” Charlie said looking at his profile, “why is your name ‘Luca’?” Charlie ask her eyes moving from his phone finally to be greeted with Lucifer’s red face “well…,” Lucifer started, “I wasn’t comfortable putting my name and photo on there so…I put a different name and photo.” Charlie’s face went from suprise to more annoyed, not angry, just disappointed. “Dad you can’t just do that!” Charlie said to her father, her free rubbing her face. “You can’t just catfish her!”

Lucifer looked confused, catfish? Like the animal? “Catfish?” Lucifer asked, truly not understanding the term. “Yes dad you can’t just lie about who you are to someone like that!” Charlie said scolding her father. Lucifer after that was able to put two and two together, the weight of what he’s been hit him like a bus. “Dad,” Charlie said letting out a sigh, “you have to come clean to them.” She said as she handed him his phone. “Char ITS not that easy!” Lucifer said taking the phone from then hand seeing them newest text, her caring words, them asking if he he’s eaten, remind him to take care of himself, her word hit his heart hard. “It’s not a normal situation, I’m the king of hell, not some random sinner!” Lucifer said he eyes not leaving the illuminated screen. “Dad, they’re gonna find out sooner or later, it’s better if you do it now, early into you talking then later..”

Lucifer stated quiet, he knew deep down she was right, he did truly like them and want more with them, he could only imagine how you’d react if he waited much longer it’s already been a few weeks… Lucifer let out a sigh and looked up at his daughter. “your right..” he said quietly, “I’ll tell them just…give me time..” Charlie stared for a moment before letting before smiling again. “Just do it soon dad…” Lucifer knew she was right.

Later that night Lucifer layed in his bed, looking at her last message, contemplating how to tell them, shoudl he texted it, no they’d think he’s joking, “maybe…” he though out loud. “A FaceTime..?” He asked himself, no, he didn’t even know how to start one… maybe…a date? You’d know he wasn’t lying about being satan himself, he could explain better then over a device and he could only imagine how beautiful you were in person… Lucifer looked down at the message you last send hesitation purged his mind, but slowly he began to type.

Luca - hey, can I ask you something?

Y/N - of course ask anything! :)

Luca - I was thinking he could go out sometime? Like a date going out.

After a a minute he saw you typing a new message. He could already feel his heart race a mile a minute, he felt a cold sweat form. Why was he so nervous? Then a little buzz when off, it was you he was hesitant but swipe to open the message.

Y/N - wait really? You wanna go on a date with me??

Lucifer swallowed the lump in his throat before typing with shaky fingers.

Luca - yes Y/N I really do.

Y/N - Yes I’d love to!! ❤️

Lucifer’s eyes lit up seeing you answer in only seconds, he can’t help but feel his heart flutter at the simple heart emoticon. Soon you both planned to meet for dinner the next night at a nice restaurant, named killer appetite, closer to the center of pentagram city, then he hit him…you both were actually going on a date. Together…

Y/N’s POV

When I saw his message asking me out, I could have screamed. He actually wanted to see me! I quickly typed and agreed to it. We chose dinner at a nice high end restaurant closer to the center of the city, I’ve heard of the place it was up scale. I was so ecstatic.

The next day at work couldn’t have gone slower, it felt like every minute was a hour long but as soon as that clock hit five, I was out the door racing home to get ready.As soon I was ready, my hair and outfit was perfect. I was quick out the door to the restaurant. On my way I received a message from Luca.

Luca - hey! Placed a reservation under L.M.

“L.M?” I asked myself, wondering what it meant, maybe his initials? I smile and replied ok,only a few minutes later I was at the restaurant, even though it was only 7 the restaurant was lively, full and packed. I walked over to the hostess stand.

“Hi, there should be a reservation for L.M?” I felt nervous, a mix of because of how busy it is and meet him…when I said the name of the reservation the hostess gave changed a mix of nervousness and excitement. “Of course! Right this way!” She said trying to put on a happy face but the nerves over shadowed that, she let me to a table already set up in a quieter area, almost completely different from the bustling atmosphere of the restaurant. “your server will be with you shortly, please enjoy!” She said as she raced out the room. I staired at the entrance way confused, why was that girl so nervous, and to have such a secluded area on a Friday night, it was unusual…

I sat down at the table that faced the entrance way. I pulled out my phone to text me.

Y/N - Hey! I just sat down! We have a really nice table, are you almost here? :)

I saw he read the text but no reply, I felt nervous again, my eyes kept watching my phone, my mouth was dry. But then I heard a voice “sorry I’m late..” the voice sounded nervous. I look up to a short blonde man. My eyes widen and my mouth is dry…

I was looking at Lucifer himself…

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Hello there! I do hope you are doing well! I was wondering if I could request a Hazbin Hotel imagine with Alastor x reader? Maybe the reader works at the Hotel and has for some time but is missing her life back with the living, so she heads to the kitchen to make some comfort food. Reader is from the South like Louisiana or Mississippi and makes Jambalaya. As she is cooking and dancing around the kitchen, Alastor is drawn in by the familiar smells and sit down and lots of fluff ensues? Maybe they get together at the end? Thank you so much and have a wonderful day/night! :)

One O'Clock Dinner

Alastor x homesick fem reader

Note: I decided to just have Y/n be from New Orleans as I'm not too familiar with United States' topography. Not my greatest work but still enjoyable!

Word count: 2174

Alastor definitely wasn't your ordinary demon. He was a ruthless overlord that concurred hell when he just arrived. His terrifying broadcasts were planted in almost everyone's memory, well except those that died when he had mysteriously disappeared. One of them was a certain demon from Louisiana.

Y/n had lived in New Orleans since she was a baby and never knew a different home until the day she died and was cast down to hell. She knew she wasn't the best person during her life but she wouldn't really consider herself so bad to be cast down to hell for eternity, a decade in purgatory maybe. Alas purgatory did not exist, so she was stuck there.

Until half a year after she arrived, she saw a news broadcast of Charlie Morningstar and her redemption program. Everyone had laughed at the princess but Y/n saw this as her chance. She made her way over and signed into the Happy Hotel.

Th Radio Demon knocked on the door only a few minutes after she had checked in.

"Alastor, darling, pleasure to be meeting you! Quite the pleasure!"

Y/n had heard whispers about him but nothing that went into detail, so she eavesdropping on Vaggie telling the story to Angel. The man seemed very dangerous. Maybe coming here wasn't such a good idea after all.

"So we're is your hotel staff?"

Charlie had agreed to take Alastor's help and now he was going around the room seeing what everyone could do.

"What about you, dear?" He had seemingly teleported right in front of Y/n, startling her.

"I-" She stumbled over her words as the Radio Demon's big red eyes were right staring at her. "-I can cook, I guess."

"Wonderful! As for the rest, I suppose I can cash in a few favours." He proceeded to summon a cat, bat like demon who became the bartender and front desk personnel, and a small cyclops demon who would take care of all the cleaning.

As much as she started to enjoy being around these people, Y/n quickly became tired as she had never been able to rest easily after landing in hell.

Before she could leave, however, the wall was blown up. A zappelin floated high on the sky. The demon inside it challenged Alastor but was easily defeated by the overlord.

She stared at the left over rubble. "I'm going to bed." Y/n swiftly left and made her way upstairs to her room.

A week went by and everywhere she went, Y/n felled someone staring at her in the shadows. She wasn't sure who nor why they were interested in her. It was making her squeezy, so much so that every time someone tried to talk to her, she jumped.

"Sorry Angel, didn't see you there!"

"Nifty! Where did you come from?"

"Oh! Husk, right just Husk."

The worst time it happened she was walking up the stairs, looking over her shoulder to search for whomever was following her. Y/n walked right into someone and almost fell from the stairs. Luckily that person caught her.

"You ought to look where you're going darling!" The Radio Demon helped her up the rest of the staircase. "Can't have our staff get hurt, you would be difficult to replace!"

"I'm sure there are other demons in hell who can cook. Besides didn’t you cook the other day?" She asked.

"Well yes, but they wouldn't be half as interesting as you!" Alastor smiled.

When Alastor had first arrived he saw her sitting there. The demon didn't seem to recognize him, sitting in her own little world. He had to admit that the girl was attractive but that wasn't what irked him, no, there was something about her.

From that day on he started observing Y/n, trying to figure out what was so special about her. He had found out she just died half a year ago. He learned about her skills and hobby's, he also had to admit that her cooking was amazing. Maybe even better than his, maybe.

The only reason the Radio Demon had kept his cooking in higher regard was because hadn't tasted any of her southern Louisianan dishes.

Alastor was watching her form the other side of the room. Y/n looked around while walking up the stairs, when she slipped. He quickly moved through the shadows and caught the girl. Her wide eyes were looking up at him. The Radio Demon couldn't get enough of them. How he wished to steal those eyes... He swiftly said his goodbye and disappeared into his room.

Why did he do that? There was no reason to intervene, but he did like the feeling of holding them... Alastor started to scold himself. Perhaps he is just hungry? He hadn't eaten demon for quite some time.

That night he went out and hunted down his victim. The first floor was empty, everyone was asleep. Alastor brought his bag of 'groceries' to the kitchen. He grabbed the left-overs of that night's dinner and mixed in the fresh meat. The mixture of his favourite food and Y/n's cooking was heavenly.

Even when his hunger was satiated, Alastor couldn't stop thinking about her. Something was definitely wrong with him. He kept think about her, her stupid smile and her jokes. The Radio Demon hadn't actually held many conversations with the girl but he had stalked observed her enough to know what kind of person she is.

Alastor knew her and yet, he craved for more. To not only be around her but to make her smile, genuinely smile, and to understand her.

Another two weeks went by and the horrible feeling of being watched only got worse. Now the spectator was even following Y/n into her room. She became more and more reserved, didn't even introduce herself when sir Pentious joined the hotel. Y/n started crying herself to sleep at night, she wished she was still alive with her family. She missed them.

Unconsciously she made her way to the kitchen and rummaged through the fridge. She was craving the food from her home and by chance she had just the right ingredients. Y/n put on her apron.

The Radio Demon was pacing around the room. Y/n hadn't been her usual charming self for the past week. She was quiet and always looking around. It made his gut wrench, what could she be so hung up about that she was crying herself to sleep?

Alastor's curiosity had grown to an obsession and he knew it. He didn't just want her to be happy, he needed her to be happy. When she wasn't, he was restless.

As the Radio Demon was weighing his options, a familiar scent attacked his nostrils. It gave him a moment of peace. He made his way down the stairs, following the smell like he was in a trance.

Someone was singing in the kitchen. He opened the door to find Y/n cooking and swaying to her own tune. For the first time in two weeks, Y/n had a smile on her face.

"And what are you cooking up at one in the morning?" Alastor looked over her shoulder. "You should be getting your beaty sleep, darling."

"I was just really craving it," Y/n explained after she got over the scare of him standing there all of a sudden. "I wasn't able to sleep."

"What are you making?"

"Just some Jambalaya." She lifted up the lid to show him. "I'm also preparing beignet's."

Alastor looked at the dough, which were waiting for the oil to heat up. "Louisianan?"

"Yeah, I'm from New Orleans." She lifted up one of the beignets and dropped it in the pan. "Learned from the best chefs in the city." The dough slowly turned a darker brown.

"That's such a coincidence! I grew up in Orleans too!" He took another whiff of the Jambalaya. "Mind if I join you?"

"If you set the table."

"It's a deal, my dear!" Alastor joked, even getting a chuckle out of the girl. The sound shot straight to his heart. Oh, how he wished his microphone had recorded it.

When the Jambalaya and the beignets were ready, the two sat down and ate VERY late dinner, or rather early breakfast. It was a surprisingly domestic scene. The two went along well.

"Yeah, I grew up in the big city too. Back then it looked a lot different though. It was overrun by secret speakeasies those were the days." He mused over the past.

"I wouldn't be able to imagine for those being illegal! Hey, what did you do to get send to hell?" Y/n so daringly asked. "I heard you were pretty powerful ever since you first got here."

"Oh well," Alastor blushed like a high school girl telling someone about their embarrassing crush, "I was a serial killer. Ate up my victims and threw their leftovers in the bayou."

Y/n spat out her drink. "Wait!" She screamed while coughing. "You are THAT Alastor. They teach about you in history classes!"

"Do they now? I suppose I was quite the man."

"I wouldn't say that," Y/n mumbled, "But it is impressive how you climbed up the ranks here in hell. I almost feel safe sitting around you." She looked at Alastor's widening smile again. "Almost."

"Why wouldn't you feel safe my dear?" Alastor questioned. "The Hazbin Hotel had both me and the princess of hell protecting it."

"I might sound... Crazy, but I feel like someone has been watching me." She looked down, even though she didn't feel the eyes on her right now. "I haven't been doing too well because of it."

The reason she hadn't been her usual self was because he was freaking her out. It all clicked now for the Radio Demon.

"Well then I have to apologise." Alastor used his shadows to move right behind her, putting his hand on her shoulder. "You see, I have been keeping an eye on you. It was not my intention to make you feel uncomfortable."

"You have been stalking me?"

"No, no my dear. Just... Observing," the Alastor corrected her.

"Tomato tomato." Y/n looked up into his terrifying, red eyes. "And why has the infamous Radio Demon been stalking me?"

"Observing!"

"Just answer the question."

"..." He sighed, "I'm not too sure either. The only way I could describe it is you interest me."

"Well, next time you can just knock on my door. I prefer not to be watched during my cry sessions."

"Oh, but I loved hearing you sing when you thought no one was there."

The two started laughing, treating the stalkerish behaviours of Alastor as a joke.

"No but really, stop. It's creepy!"

"If the lady demands it."

The night went on long after the dinner was over. In a moment of confidence, Y/n implied that she was interested in seeing his radio tower and Alastor happily brought her there. She shuttered walking up the stairs into the little booth.

"Take a seat." Alastor pulled back the chair and when she sat down, scooted it up to the desk.

He started to explain what all the buttons and switches where for and how the antenna's send out radio waves or whatever. Y/n was only listening to half of it. The other half of her attention on Alastor's face. She had never realised how handsome the deer demon truly was. And his voice was incredibly soothing, at least for those who weren't scared of him.

His big eyes were beautiful and his wide smile was incredibly charming. Y/n's eyes drifted up to his head. His ears looked soft and fluffy, she wondered if she would ever get the chance to touch them. The antlers sticking out of his hair gave him a more manly appearance, contrasting the cute ears.

Y/n started leaning into him, getting incredibly close to his face.

"And these make sure tha-" Alastor immediately stopped talking when he turned his head and realised how close the two really were.

His nose was touching hers and he could feel her breath. Alastor's heart started pounding harder and harder, a slightly red blush decorated his face matching his attire and his eyes stared right into hers. He could only think about how beautiful she was.

Unconsciously he moved closer and closer and so did she. Until their lips touched. Y/n took this chance to deepen the kiss.

It lasted only a minute but to the two of them it felt like forever. They wished to keep going, however, they were unable to keep in their breath for that long.

As they pulled apart from one another, the realisation dawned on them. It was quiet.

They went back to their own room, neither of them dared to say a word. Perhaps it was just a fluke or perhaps this would grow out into more. Whatever Y/n was going to do about it could wait for tomorrow, it was 3 am after all and she was tired.

For the first time in weeks, Y/n fell asleep with a smile.

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A THANK YOU LETTER

an apology and update! for all you beautiful people - 2 for the price of 1

hello! over the months i've written and deleted this letter because i was too much of a coward to show my face after i left. i contemplated if it would be adequate enough, if it even matters. At the end, i owe this fandom too much, so here it is:

THE APOLOGY

i am truly sorry. there's no better way of putting it.

the more i create the more i realise how this fandom held my hand and i simply wouldn't be the person i am now if this blog never existed. i've always struggled with sharing art and writing online, as i thought it was too lame and took the coward route of keeping it to myself and my closest friends.

ever since this blog, i've found that less of an issue. the more i think about how much i let you and myself down by disappearing the more i feel the shame weigh me down. i never wanted to leave, but life has this funny way of forcing your hand when you least expect it.

without getting too personal, this year hasn't been great for me or anyone close to me - friendships died, family members were hospitalised, university crushed me, expectations from everyone around me made me question if i'm failing in every aspect of my life, i lost passions like art - something i've always thought of as my dream career, and i fear the stress will only grow rather than die down.

in some of those harder moments i would always turn to a distraction, create something for a fandom i enjoy to get my mind off things. to see your comments and your messages always kept me going even when i physically couldn't take the stress of everything around me anymore. being busy made my flame for F1 dwindle, too. it's one of the main reasons i didn't return earlier. I've missed half the races this year, yes that includes both lando and oscar's wins, and although im looking forward to the summer break ending and the racecs coming back, i don't think the enthusiasm will ever return to the way it was when this blog was at its peak.

i feel like a coward for disappearing and it's a big regret of mine this year. i can't promise to write for F1 again, but what i've made will always be archieved here :)

THE UPDATE

not great. i can't even lie i'm not doing too hot right now. i promised i would return to writing when things finally calmed down and yet the more stress there was the more one off projects i made to combat it. throughout the months i've accumulated a lot of side projects for different fandoms like star wars, star trek, dc, merlin and lesser known fandoms such as heavy rain, mortal kombat, the sims (no seriously have you seen the lore) etc. that i have nowhere to post. in april i decided i can't afford (literally) to distract myself with any hobby projects for the sake of my situation and thus... i was an idiot and i deleted my ao3 account. there weren't that many stories on there anyway, but i regret it even if it was the right decision.

i owe @wtfisakilometer2 so much for telling me that the people who love the blog wouldn't mind what fandom it is as long as it's by me, even if i don't fully believe it. it did open my eyes to finally write this, though, so direct all your love to her.

so that leaves me here, sort of homeless on my own blog and with very conflicting feelings about it's direction. i intend to preserve it as an archive of my F1 writing without messing with it, but still let you know about my new ao3 and everything on it so i can keep both our interests in mind.

thank you for reading if you made it this far, i hope you have an awesome day and a lot of cat memes in your pinterest. thank you for all the lovely messages (i read everything) and thank you for everything this fandom has offered me. i will truly never get over you guys.

- star :)

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New Me In Another World

TW: sexual assault, harassment, stalking, death, choking (very light)

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"Y/n, can you grab the order for table four?" "Yeah, just give me a minute," I hum to myself as I clean up the table in front of me. I've been working as a waitress for a year. I've only just gotten used to it since my accident. Brushing off those thoughts, I drop off the dishes proceeding to table four. "Hi, my name is Y/n, what can I get started for you?" "Let me get...hmm, you...that skirt looks very sexy on you, miss." He touched my thighs. I look at his hand, pushing him away. "Please refrain from touching me, sir, or I will have you escorted out!" He looked at me with a dark smile. "Really? I'd like to see you try," the man says in a dark tone while he grabs me. "Sir, please let go of me!" I shout loudly, many nearby customers turn and look. "

Hey, man, let her go now," my coworker walks over prying his hands off of me. "We're going to ask you to leave now, or we will call the police," my coworker says. The man groans before walking out. "Thanks, Adam, I think I'll be leaving my shift early after that." "No problem, just talk to Jess in the back." Another hour goes by. After telling my supervisor what happened, she lets me go home early. "Thanks again, Jess, I'll rest well," I say my goodbyes before walking out of the restaurant. While walking down the streets towards my apartment, I feel someone watching me. I don't dare turn and look, so I pick up the pace. Before reaching home, I pass an alley nearby, seeing a cute black kitten. "Hi, kitty!" I walk towards the cat. "You're so cute!" I squeal at the cat as it purrs at me. "Do you have a name or a home, little kitty?" I say as I pick the cat up, taking a closer look at his collar. "Ken... What an odd name... still cute!" The cat gives a little glare. It soon runs away as it starts pouring rain. I turn to walk out of the alley and see a man standing before me with a hood. "How dare you kick me out of my favorite restaurant and refuse to let me touch you." He grabs me by my throat before I could scream. I kick and try punching at him. "Stop struggling. You're a woman; you could never outpower a man," he whispers in my ear while he pushes me against the wall. "Useless bitch, I'll make you have an endless death," he says loudly. Soon, I saw a glare of something sharp in the man's hand. He brought it down towards my stomach, stabbing me. I felt it every time, each one was at a different pace and a different force. A few seconds later, a tear fell down my eye and I looked down the alleyway, hoping someone could save me. Yet, the only thing I saw was that cat looking right at me. My eyes started to get heavy as they soon closed. "So that's it... a short-lived life as a waiter who failed to follow her dreams."

“Hey! Get up!” A loud voice shouted at me. My heavy eyelids slowly opened, I rubbed my face and yawned before realizing where I am. “Are you ignoring me?” The girl in front of me says. “Wow! You're cute, miss,” I say, complimenting her. She has long black hair, boots, and a huge scythe in her hand. She also has a collar on with a black robe covering her entire body. “Thanks, cutie... wait... did you say miss?” I nodded with a simple smile. “Just so you know, I am a sir,” he said with a frown. “No matter, waste. I am Kenichi. I am Master Death's cat and servant!” I looked at him confused. How can a cat help a god of death?

“My job is to help people pass on to the next life, and unfortunately, you have died early,” I looked at Kenichi, saddened a little. Why me? “But! I have an opportunity for you!” Kenichi smiled as he walked around me. Then he snapped his fingers, and I was sitting in a chair with a large whiteboard in front of me. On the whiteboard was a huge map and other information. “What's this opportunity?” I questioned. “I'm happy you asked. Well, Master Death has a soft spot for young adults who die early, so he gives them all the opportunity to reincarnate into a new world!” Kenichi looked at me with a happy face. “I also have a few rules; this only applies though if you say yes. So, do you want another chance at life, or do you want to go to heaven where they decide your fate?” I pondered my options. How bad could this other world be? “I accept your offer, Kenichi!” His ears and tail moved, showing signs of excitement. “Great. Back to the rules. You must not die. After you die here, it is out of our control where you go, so say it's neither hell nor heaven. Oh, and you can't tell anyone you've been reincarnated!” I nodded at him in agreement. “My final question before I send you off is, is there anything you would like to bring besides your memories?”

Hmm... what should I bring?

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Please I really appreciate feedback!! I tried my best to make it interesting but also more realistic! I also would really love to hear all your ideas!

-Ino🎀

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[pubbybutch]

Friends In the Dark - Prologue

Ellie Williams x Reader x Abby Anderson - Twilight AU

Minors, Men and general fuckheads DNI please 💚

Content Warnings:  Discontent about moving, reader has only ever had relationships with women, all characters that are in high school are 18, rain and storms, light stalking, being watched while asleep, dead dad is dead, your mom is doing her best

Word Count: 1.8K

You hadn’t been to Jackson in years, not since your dad had died, but your mother was dragging you back. of course she was. It wasn’t like you’d set up a life for yourself in Detroit. Your friends, your school, your ex-girlfriend (she was more of an ex-situationship, she didn’t like you as much as you liked her.) Maybe where she was involved the move was for the better. But for the rest of the stuff, you were pissed. Who moves school in their senior year? Weirdos. And army kids but that’s besides the point. It’s mainly weirdos…

You had been driving for about twenty hours (not including the night spent in that dusty motel that had definitely been aiding affairs since the eighties) when the turn off for Jackson finally popped up on a sign and almost as soon as your mom had pulled into the exit, the rain started. Big fat tears of water pelted the windscreen of the hired moving truck and the wipers could barely keep up. GREAT. Rain and cardboard boxes don’t mix too well, and if your boxes ended up getting ripped-

“So are you excited to be starting a new school?”

“I guess? I'm gonna miss everyone…”

“You know I didn’t get much of a choice in moving, besides your grandparents are here…”A hesitant pause comes from your mother, she always did this when she was nervous for your response to her upcoming suggestion or comment, “it’ll be a change but maybe a change will do you good? Us good?”

Her right hand leaves the steering wheel and comes to rest upon your knee, giving you a little squeeze of reassurance. You can still see the dent where your mom’s wedding ring once sat, moving your hand to cover her’s as it still rested on your leg and return the little squeeze. A soft smile graces your lips as you meet her gaze and see how your mother is clearly as conflicted, if not more conflicted than you were yourself. You were leaving behind something, she was returning to face everything.

The beating of the rain against the truck’s windows eventually evened out, the harsh drumming of watery bullets coming to a soft drizzle allowing you to see more than a few yards ahead of the vehicles hood, and like out of nowhere a sign came into view ‘WELCOME TO JACKSON - Population 5093’, they’ll need to change that you think to yourself. But the sign is so waterlogged and beaten down so it looks as though it hasn’t been changed in at least a decade. Taking a sharp bend in the road sends you jolting to the side, your head spins with whiplash as the seat belt digs deeply into your chest. As you come back from the shock of the slice of pain from nearly having a rib broken, a straight section of cracked asphalt spreads out ahead of you and you welcome it with open arms.

“Our new place is on the far side of town, near the river. You remember going down there when you were little, right?”

“Oh yeah! Forgot about that… Do you think Dina and Cat still live ‘round there?”

“Probably, Jackson’s always been pretty stale. Hell, I remember when those people that came out from Seattle when you were very small and it was the only thing people would talk about for about a month.” You smile to yourself as your mother loses herself to her train of thought. “The Andersons, the ones that took over old doctor Smith’s place when he died? They had a kid, I think she was about your age.”

“So you remember what she was called?”

“It was Abigail, she was my best friend, mom.”

“Oh, that's right, honey. Your dad always said I was bad with names and I'm starting to think he may have been right.”

Huh… you wonder what your childhood friends and companions were doing now, would they still be here? Maybe, if your mom was right about Jackson being as sleepy as she said they’d probably still be there, god knows it would be great not having to start completely fresh…

Trees and tired out store fronts whizz by as your mom refuses to slow for anyone or any speed limit for that matter, a steady fifty miles an hour pushes you down the Main Street quick enough that you can’t even recognise some of the landmarks before they’ve been left far behind the two of you. The streets and shops with apartments above them give way to trees, parks and large family homes with tidy lawns and nifty flagstone patios outside, the soft golden glow of fairy lights strung above the walkways in the center of town are being replaced with the light of streetlamps, their glare turning everything around them an ugly orange.

The house you pull into is plain and unassuming. Perfectly quaint. The rain is still battering the glass as the engine comes jittering to rest, a welcome break from the constant movement for both you and the machine. You sit in near silence as your mom pulls the phone from her pocket, glances up at the building then back to the illuminated screen and repeats her motions once more. She clears her throat, “Welp, this is us. Looks bigger in person.” Digging into her pocket, a jingling set of keys emerge. “Wanna run and unlock the door, we can grab the boxes when the rain stops. I just need to call the woman from the realtors to say we got here.”

Turning the key in the lock the door immediately pushes back, letting you step inside and off the wet wooden porch. Setting the backpack from your shoulders on to the ground you allow yourself to take in your surroundings. It’s definitely bigger than your apartment back in Salt Lake City, the living room has a threadbare left carpet and a couch that’s in a similar state, nothing else of note really. Making your way through the house you pass an office space and open a door to reveal a large kitchen. It’s a gaudy mess that hasn’t been updated since at least the turn of the century with a wonky dining table in one corner and yellowing cream paint plastered on the walls, the pale wood panelling and cupboards do nothing to modernize the space. Your mom will love it.

A shuffling comes up behind you and your mom lets out an impressed whistle. “Je-sus! Look at this, it’s beautiful in here! Look at those cabinets and original splash back! I can only imagine the-”

You walk off letting your mom go off on her tangent on her plans for changing (more like preserving) the ancient kitchen. A set of stairs lead off from the living room, dark wood wash and worn down carpet line the steps as you venture upstairs, opening each door as you move across the landing. A bedroom, another bedroom, a bathroom, a storage closet with a hot water tank, one last bedroom. Cute.

“Darling, would you come down here and help me with the mattresses?”

Coming back down the stairs you are met with a rather amusing sight. Your mom trying to haul a large box up the front steps and onto the porch proper, the rain dampening the boxes and causing them to slip back down to the tiled path leading away from the door.

“Just the mattresses for tonight, they left them in the garage.”

“They’re new? The mattresses?”

“Yep, hell of a lot cheaper to buy them new instead of boxing up the old ones.”

Your mom explains briefly as you push the second of the boxes from the bottom of the steps and through the door, “I’ll bring them upstairs, mom.”

She tilts her head, “and why have you decided to be so helpful all of sudden?”

Turning your head to face her, one of the boxes already in your arms. “I want the first pick of the bedrooms, that’s all!”

Pushing the door open to the second largest bedroom, you set down the smaller boxed mattress and look around at the space, the walls are plain but the paint job wasn’t too bad at all, the wooden flooring had a few stickers stuck here and there but hey you can fix that easy enough, but the features only solidify the choice in your mind. Built-in wardrobe? Great. A window seat looking out onto the street? Jackpot. And the best thing? It's all yours.

Breaking the seal on the box, you let the foam and cloth expand on the floor before going across the hall and doing the same for your mother, she appears not a minute later with a plastic cereal bowl with a faded purple butterfly on the side, the red contents swirling around the rim of the container as she hands it to you.

“I know we had dinner on the interstate but I thought you could use a snack before heading to bed, we'll be busy as heck tomorrow so I expect you to get your head down and lights out. Got it?”

You laugh at her antics and respond only with a two finger salute and a curt “Yes ma’am.”

She places a chaste kiss on your forehead and leaves you in your new room, a bowl of soup and a fuzzy blue blanket, your only visible company for the rest of the evening. Sitting on the window sill you watch as the rain dies down enough so that it’s nothing more than a mizzling drizzle, a fox runs across the deserted road the only sign of life that you see as you eat and take what can only be described as a well-deserved break from the near constant travelling of the past few days.

Setting the emptied bowl on the floor by the door, spoon clinking around inside, you make your way over onto the now spread out mattress and manage to make the rather scarce accommodations into a make-shift futon for the night. Wrapping yourself in the blanket and closing your eyes, you’re greeted by a dreamless exhaustion-induced sleep.

Your sleepless form is left spread out and content on the floor, completely none the wiser for the green eyes drinking in the sight of you from the windowsill outside.

Thanks for reading, I hope to have the first proper chapter out soon!

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chapter 1 is out and here…

[natsumebookss]

Tragic Yuri or Tragic Yuri: On Female Autonomy, Reclaiming the Narrative, and 2011's Moodiest Magical Girls

(contains spoilers for Madoka Magica and Heartcatch Precure, very slight spoilers for Winx Club, topics of loss and depression, and the author screaming into the void about anime bullshit that happened over a decade ago)

If you've spent any amount of time in the Precure or PMMM fandoms, you've probably come across this quote. It's natural in many ways for Urobuchi to feel the way he does--imposter syndrome is intensely common for artists and I'd imagine attempting to write a subversion of a common genre while a piece of media from that genre is wrapping up a super successful run is challenging. While I won't pretend Heartcatch reached the levels of popularity that PMMM ended up at, it was the highest-selling season for years in terms of toy sales and many still remember it very fondly. (I'm a bit more critical of it, personally, but more on that later.) And so much was made of Urobuchi confessing he hadn't seen Heartcatch at the time of writing his own show, with PMMM antis saying that meant he had no real appreciation for the genre.

But what if I were to tell you that not only would PMMM have been significantly worse if he'd made it more like Heartcatch, but Heartcatch would've been better off if it had been more like Madoka?

A disclaimer before we go any further: I am not suggesting that Heartcatch should've retooled into a darker series, or that it even had the ability to since the shows were made pretty much in tandem. The damage done to Heartcatch, in my opinion, was already done before Madoka's finale even aired. This is purely an exercise in comparing two magical girls from roughly the same anime season (one ending about when the other was starting) and seeing what they could learn from each other. Also note that my title on my main blog is literally "Heartcatch Precure finale anti," so there will be some bias involved. With that out of the way, let us proceed.

Context

Pictured: a completely normal Facebook discussion about a kid's anime character from almost 15 years ago.

For those unfamiliar, Cure Moonlight has essentially built up a reputation for being the Leafpool of Precure. For those unfamiliar with Warrior Cats, this is one of the worst things you can be called in fandom--someone with legions of fans who got screwed over so badly that those fans will never shut up about it. Being a Leafpool is not merely being a tragic character, but being actively fucked over by the narrative at every possible turn.

Let's explore Cure Moonlight in a bit more detail before comparing her to Homura and how, I argue, Homura did a similar story path to hers better. Like Homura, Cure Moonlight is first seen fighting a massive threat to humanity inside our pink magical girl Tsubomi's dream. The dream cuts off before we learn her fate, but all we can see on her face is pure sorrow before it does. The minute she is introduced, she already knows loss.

Throughout the show's run, we get to know her as Yuri Tsukikage, a veteran magical girl forced into retirement after her transformation item has been shattered. She has half of the broken Heart Seed that remains, and her foil Dark Precure, who broke the seed, has the other. Yuri is intensely depressed for this exact reason: she has lost her powers, her duties to the world, her fairy companion (who died in the battle with Dark Precure), and her father has also mysteriously vanished. The audience first sees her as a friend of one of the lead's older sisters, a senpai who excels at both sports and academics, before revealing her to be a broken person inside. The goal of Yuri's narrative, seemingly, is to restore her Precure powers, allow her to confide in new friends, and find her missing father.

The first two are accomplished in a pretty straightforward but heartwarming manner--Yuri begins to find a new purpose in training her Precure kohais and eventually regains her powers through hard work and determination. Typical kid's show stuff, even if seeing Cure Moonlight reappear for the first time is indisputably badass. It's the third one, however, that I have the most problems with.

Frequent followers of my main blog @curemoonliite may be familiar with a term I have called "moonbitching." This is what I call it when I rant at length about the Heartcatch finale and what it did to Cure Moonlight's character, or even just allude to it in the tags. Since this post will already be long enough without it, I'll go light on the moonbitching, but do just enough of it to give you the facts.

In the last few episodes of the series, Yuri learns that her father was brainwashed by the main villain of the series, Dune, and that Dark Precure was cloned from her genetic material while he was brainwashed. This is legitimately a fascinating plot point that, by itself, I have no problems with. However, soon after learning about this, both Dark Precure and her father are killed off in the final battle and all Yuri can do is watch.

Her father sacrificed himself for her in a moment of clarity, she didn't even get time to really process that she's been fighting her sister all along, and she's lost everyone all over again. She started the show with just her and her mother, and the second she sees hope at having a family again, it's taken away from her.

Her kohai Tsubomi, upon seeing this, begs Yuri not to take revenge on the Big Bad that's stolen everything from her. This isn't the Yuri I know, she shouts. But somewhere along the line, we've lost the Yuri we know. All her development, all her growth, has been torn away the minute she's forced to lose everything again. Her path as a character is now uncertain, the narrative deciding it won't allow her to pursue even the slightest act of revenge.

And all Yuri can do is watch alongside us.

Homura and Yuri

The minute I saw this finale for the first time, I was reminded of how a classic piece of children's/family media handled a similar plot point. Allow me to be cliched for a moment, but if we look at someone like Inigo Montoya, we can see that his decision to pursue revenge is never really questioned by the narrative. This is something that's always bothered me about female characters in media, especially magical girl stories--a magical girl can never just say "give me my father back, you son of a bitch." They may want to, but due to sexist notions about women and violence, they're always expected to take the high road.

Oftentimes, this is done by using the magical girl leader as a mouthpiece to directly dismiss their teammate's desires--Bloom and Aisha go through something very similar in S4 of Winx Club when Aisha's fiancee is killed. Neither Bloom nor Tsubomi are naturally dismissive people, and the narrative tends to characterize them as kind, but they are briefly mischaracterized in moments like this to give the typical "revenge is bad" message that kid's shows tend to have. A message that is often distinctly missing from boy's cartoons, but I digress.

Aisha is at least allowed the dignity of separating from the main team for a few episodes to join some extremists, but Yuri doesn't even get that.

And Homura gets so much more.

I'll admit, I still have mixed feelings about Rebellion to this day, but what I do appreciate about it is that it isn't hampered by these restraints that magical girl media made for children seem to have. That villain arc the Facebook commenter from before said Yuri should've had? It was too late for her by the time the finale ended, but it wasn't too late for Homura.

Homura is, in many ways, an anti-Yuri, and a lot of that comes from her having autonomy within the narrative. Female autonomy is something we see discussed in the social justice sphere a lot, but not quite as much in the storytelling sense. Probably the main difference between the two is that Homura, as a time traveler, can stop the ones she loves from ever being killed. In fact, that's also her greatest weakness, as she wears herself down with the timelines so much that she can barely bring herself to care for anything else sometimes.

Homura's depression comes from the idea that she Can Stop The Thing, but can't figure out precisely how to. Yuri's depression comes from the fact that she Can't Stop The Thing, thinks she knows how to, and gets herself into more trouble along the way. One of these makes for an intensely more active character that doesn't feel unfairly dunked on by the narrative, and oddly enough, it's not the kid's show character.

Yuri, as a children's character, is kept from doing certain things by what that entails. Homura, however, has no such restrictions. She can travel through time and repeat everything over literally until she breaks herself. And that she very, very much does.

Homura doesn't have to be convinced in the finale to let Madoka go, she just peacefully comes to terms with it herself. That alone gives her more autonomy than Yuri had, even if we recall that Rebellion's ending was not the original one that Urobuchi had planned. However, Rebellion's ending serves as an ultimate rebuttal to the narrative that a magical girl must simply allow hardship and loss to happen to her. If the world isn't fair to her, if not even time travel works out, why not just remake it?

This action comes at the cost of stripping Madoka of a lot of her autonomy, sure. But it is, in a way, the natural conclusion of how magical girl leaders are often made to strip their "angsty" team members of theirs. Homura's fall from grace is a flipping of this script in every way possible, and even if it's far from the best decision for her to make, we can see that it's 100% fully her own.

The revenge is complete. No one is there to stop her. Even the writers don't really know what to do with her now. Homura has now transcended the fate of the purple magical girl, and that's the best thing that could've ever happened to her.

A girl who seeks revenge is a devil. A girl who cannot become a princess is doomed to become a witch. But ask yourself, is the fear of becoming these things worth becoming a spectator in your own story?

And, if that's the case, is it truly better to reign in hell than serve in heaven?

[sa1808fi]

Sooooo

I wrote a little thing.

This was supposed to be a very small preview to the next fic in my 'The 5 year wait' series that I was supposed to put at the end of my Undar fic.

But I didn't think it fit the vibe I was going for, and it felt a little out of place to end it off with this.

So imma just post this little thing here.

Lucy stared out at the starry night sky from her balcony. 

She‘d just finished a performance of one of her newest songs, and while she felt like she should be happier about her success thus far, and all of the smiles on her fans’ faces (too much like him, it hurts sometimes), she can’t help but feel a bit wistful as the anniversary for Batman and Watevera’s wedding is coming up. 

All of Syspocalypstar would be celebrating the peace that was brought five years ago, as the two systems joined together and stopped all of the fighting. But she and the rest of their group of friends would be mourning over the loss of one of their best friends. 

Emmet, The Special… her boyfriend. 

It’s been five years since they came back from the wedding and found out that he went missing on a mission to save them, and god, of course he went to save them! Emmet was like that! Sweet, loving, kind and caring! She loved that about him.

...

And yet… the last words she said to him were about how he should toughen up, change himself to fit in with everyone else…

Man upstairs, she was so stupid.

Why would she say that to him?!

And of all of the things she could have said, those were the last things he heard from her before he died. 

Tears welled up in her eyes as she remembered his smile, the way he would always carry on with that happy-go-lucky attitude despite everyone around him trying to make him stop and conform to their dark and broody ways She did too didn’t she?. 

“God, I miss you so much…” She muttered into the empty air as she wiped the tears from her eyes, words washed away by the cold night wind. 

It had been years, and yet she still couldn’t move on from him, the declaration that he was dead after searching for a while still sat heavy in her heart. The knowledge that she would never see him again and couldn’t even find a body was upsetting. But it was like the others said, it would be better to move on. It’s what Emmet would have wanted.

“You deserved so much more than what I could’ve ever given to you” And it was true, he was so loyal to all of them, helping them through tough times, being that bright comforting light in a dark apocalyptic world. Even when they repaid him with scorn, demands for him to change, to leave behind what made him Emmet. 

...

“Hey, Wyldstyle! Come on, the fireworks are starting!” Lucy could hear Unikitty yell at her from the other room, excitement clear in her voice. 

The unicorn-cat hybrid would always get excited for the fireworks with a childlike joy that became infectious to everyone around her. She claimed that it was just because she thought the shapes and colors were pretty, but Lucy knew that it reminded her of the times that she and Emmet would sneak off to set off fireworks for celebration. The construction worker indulged the hybrid with that one explosive joy that they had claimed was too loud and would attract duplos with the bright colors.

She huffed out a fond breath at the memory, wiping away the remaining tears before getting up to follow the cat and meet up with the others.  

But not before sending one last longing look at the starry galaxy. 

“I don’t know when, but one day, one day I’ll see you again…”

[dre6ming]

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Pairing: Austin Butler x singer/actress fem reader

Warning: age gap (10 years), smut (18+ minors dni), fingering, hand job, fluff

Plot: Back from the hospital you take time to discuss your relationship with Austin, with your best friends. And after he comes over for dinner, the two of you have some alone fun in the car.

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"Come on sœur, wake up, we're home. Want Matt to carry you up?" Timmy asks whispering, as I rise from the depths of my sleep. With a shake of my head, I deny being carried up, so he helps me out of the car and all the way to the elevator, letting me put my weight on him. My legs still feel a bit tingly, having not walked for a few days. As the elevator doors close, I sigh, happy to be so close to being back home. "You ok?" Timothee asks, taking my sigh of relief as one of pain or discomfort. "Yes, just relieved to be back home." I smile, hugging closer to him, my head resting on his shoulder.

All the silence between us is killing me and I'd like if he were the first to break it, since I don't really know what to say. I still feel very guilty about hiding my relationship with Austin, but I was so scared of his reaction and though, in the back of my mind I know that his reaction to it, was mainly influenced by the way he found out, it still doesn't ease my nerves. "Are you still mad at me?" I mumble, my voice barely above a whisper, half praying that I spoke low enough for him not to hear, what I said. He did hear me, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. My heart is pounding in my ears, anxious with his answer. "No, (y/n) I was never mad at you, just worried. I-" he pauses, "I just am very protective of you, you must understand, he's much too old for you and I know he's your first boyfriend." I open my mouth to remind him of Joshua, but he stops me.

"Joshua doesn't count, I don't know what your intentions were with that boy. Anyway, I just want you to be careful. My reaction was exactly how it was supposed to be, I found out you were in a relationship with a man 10 years older than you, who had a girlfriend no less." My eyes bulge out at the past tense on that statement, Austin told me he was going to end the whole PR relationship, but I guess, even with all my trust in him, I thought he wasn't going to do it. "Had?" The question rolls off of my tongue, before I can stop it. Timothee looks at me a bit confused, with a brow raised. "Yeah, she's in a relationship with a new guy, the gossip pages, say the break up is official. Even with all this, I still need a minute to warm up to him. I guess when you feel better you can ask him to come over for movie night." He says the last part quietly, blushing, making me smile, my heart now resting in my chest, one pressure off of my shoulders.

I don't get to say anything else, the elevator doors opening, bringing into view, my missed apartment. "You're home!" Roxanne says, coming into view and giving me a tight hug. "Yeah, how are Simba and William." I ask, as Timmy helps me to the living room, after taking my shoes off. "Good, Simba is on the couch, William has barely left your room, that cat knew this was not a business trip." She giggles, sitting down on the couch, taking the white and grey cat in her lap, stroking it's fur. I wince in discomfort when my laughter turns into a small cough that dies down, fast enough.

"How are you feeling?" Timothee asks, helping me walk over to the couch. Roxanne, who's been watching my cats, sits opposite from me, looking rather angry. "I'm good, a bit sore, but good. Roxi, are you mad at me?" I ask looking her up and down, trying to read her, but she's stoic and doesn't let any emotions show. A grimace ghosts over her face, before her freckled cheeks go back to a poker face. "No." I can see she wants to say more, her eyes oscillating between me and Timothee, as if he's the reason why she won't say what's on her mind.

Timmy, perceptive as always, excuses himself from the living room, saying he has to make a quick phone call. As soon as his figure is out of sight, Roxanne jumps from her spot, over to me, grabbing my face in her hands. "How could you not tell me, you scored so good, girl no wonder you left Joshua, I mean, yeah he was cute and sweet and all, but come on he's no Austin Butler. Now tell me, is he a good kisser? Is he sweet? Is he romantic? Does he treat you right? Did you stay with him in Cannes? Oh shit, did you sleep with him? Is he good in bed? I bet he gives good oral, he looks like he can eat pussy well..." her rant is quite amusing, but her questions become too personal way too soon and Timothee is just down the hall, in the kitchen, I can hear him speak softly on the phone so I can only imagine, he's heard most, if not all questions Roxy had.

She's talking too fast for me to respond, so all I can do is sit there and blush a darker shade with each question that rolls off of her tongue. "Oh my god! He did eat you out, didn't he? Tell me was it great? Was it phenomenal?" She asks. I scoff and take her hands off of my face, to back away just a few inches, since she's all up in my face. "Can we not? The last thing I want is to talk about that with Timmy here." I tell her, annoyed that she didn't think about that.

"Yeah and I really don't need to hear the words 'eat pussy' out of your mouth Roxanne" Timmy scolds her, coming in with a huge bowl of popcorn in hand. I gasp, terrified that he actually heard our talk and Roxanne sticks her tongue out at him, grabbing the bowl out of his hand and shoving some popcorn into her mouth. "Oh sweet lord." I mumble under my breath as he comes to sit next to me. He pushes the bowl of popcorn towards me, encouraging me to eat some, which I do, feeling quite hungry. "I ordered pizza, should be here soon." Timmy reads my mind. "Great, I'm starving."

"Is he a good cook? Austin I mean, I saw him talking about it, he said it's his hobby." Roxy pops her head, from behind Timmy. "Roxanne, I-." My eyes move between Timmy and her and she scolds, pouting like a little child. "Can we kick him out?" She asks, making me snort, as Timmy feigns hurt, placing a hand over his heart. "Oh don't act surprised, she won't do girl talk if you're here." Roxanne tells him and before things escalate I talk. "You can sleep in my room tonight, we'll talk then, let's not give Timmy an aneurysm right now." Her face lights up with excitement and I see Timmy visibly relax, now that he won't have to hear any more questions about the turns and twists of mine and Austin's relationship.

"Thank you!" Timmy whispers, before we all turn our attention back to the tv. It's times like this when I'm with the family I choose that I feel at home. So I lean my head on his shoulder and Roxy moves over to sit next to me, cuddling tight to me.

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"Come on guys, let's get you to bed, you fell asleep" Timothee shakes me and Roxy awake, taking the warm blanket off of us. We both groan in disagreement, being way too comfy and warm, right here under the blankets. "I thought you guys wanted to gossip without me?" Timmy teases and just like a dog who's favorite toy just squeaked, Roxanne jumps up. "Come on now, come, I got lots of questions." She drags me off of the couch and into the direction of my bedroom, making both me and Timmy, laugh at her.

"Can I shower and put on my pjs?" I ask giggling at her silliness. "I guess." She huffs crossing her arms over her chest and plopping down on my bed. "But be quick, or else I'm coming after you." Roxy warns. I show her a thumbs up and make a mental note to be as quick as possible. I have to admit this bubbly feeling I have in the pit of my stomach is weird, but I'm actually excited to finally be able to share some of my happiness with one of my best friends. So I shower fast, drying myself off and putting on my silk pajamas, braiding my hair and applying some lotion to my dry skin.

When I enter my room again Roxy is on her phone, scrolling on TikTok, but as soon as she hears my footsteps, she lifts her head up and almost throws her phone off of the bed. "Come sit." She pats the spot next to her and I happily oblige. "Ok so what do you want to know?" I ask. "Everything, from beginning to present." Roxy bites her lip in excitement. "Ok. So... Soon after the gala, he texted me to see if I was feeling any better, you know I got sick. We kept talking and then I went out for coffee with him and Kaia. I asked them both to join me for dinner. He showed up alone with two bouquets of my favorite flowers. He ended up staying the night-"

"Did you sleep with him then?" She gasps, her eyes full of wonder. "No. He slept in the guest bedroom. The next morning, he cooked me breakfast, then we went out for a walk, you know we were photographed." Roxy nods her head and I breathe deep, going further with my story. "After that rude fan encounter, we came back to my place, we fell asleep on the couch. In the evening when we woke up he made grilled cheese sandwiches and he told me that his relationship with Kaia was just PR." I sigh, watching Roxanne's features for any judgment, but I find none.

"I don't know why he told me or what he was thinking back then-" she interrupts me quickly. "It sounds to me like all he wanted to do was be with you, if you ask me I thing he had a crush on you, before you had one on him." I blush playfully slapping her arm, which she rubs dramatically. "So then we had the Variety interview, when I tell you, that at one point, I was looking into his eyes and for a moment it felt like it was just me and him in that room, no one else. He asked me to come over at his house in LA, I was followed by some paps, got pretty scared. Somehow when I got to his place he just held me in his arms and we kissed. From then on we tried to steal every moment we could."

I tell her all about his visit to Canada, while I was filming, about all those small gestures that made me fall so hard for Austin , for his heart and soul. "So now in Cannes, you shared a room with him? Matt was ok with it?" She asks with a brow raised. "Matt has actually been pretty cool about it all, I actually think he's on Austin's side, keeps saying Austin brought me back to life or something." William my cat, comes up on the bed and curls in my lap, purring like a motor. "So you haven't slept with him yet?" I push my lips in a thin line, shaking my head. "No, we've done things, but we haven't had actual sex yet."

"Would you want to? Like do you feel like he's the one you want as your first?" She asks. "I think so, yes. I love him and I trust him. Rox he left the gorgeous model, daughter of Cindy Crawford, for me. I know it was PR, but still the move, could have hurt him in the public eye." I couldn't really express how much it means to me that he did all of that, I can't wait to speak to him. Like on cue my phone vibrates and I pick it up to see what it is, my face instantly lighting up at the sight of his name on the screen. "Is it him?" Roxanne asks, coming over to my side to look at my phone screen. There's actually a chain of messages, all sent over the time spawn of the 3 hours since I left the hospital.

Austin💜🧶

Did you get home safe baby?

I'm guessing you're sleeping

I hope you're ok

Call me when you can.

Ok I'm starting to get a bit worried, but I trust you're ok

Now I know I look like an idiot texting you nonstop, but I just need to know you're ok

I love you 💜🧶

"Holly shit, girl, my guy really loves you, 60 messages all about how he hopes you're ok? And that he loves you?" I blush a deep shade, looking at the 3 moving dots showing that he's preparing to write another message, but it never comes, the dots disappearing. I frown at the phone and I'm ready to text him, when the FaceTime call takes me by surprise and I answer immediately, by accident.

"Baby? Thank god, I was about to say, fuck it and drive all the way to your place." Austin says, visibly agitated, but slowly calming down, now that he knows I'm ok. "Oh well hello, you must be Roxanne." He says, pointing to the ginger girl looking at him from over my shoulder. She blushes, waving at him, somehow acting incredibly shy, which is quite out of character for her, but I guess that's the effect Austin has on people. "Yes, hi, you can actually call my Roxy, Roxanne is way too formal." She tells him.

"Noted, Roxy. Are you girls ok?" He asks. "Yes we watched a movie with Timmy and now we were just talking, I had my phone on silent. I'm sorry, for worrying you." I apologize, licking my lips nervously. "That's ok, I was over worrying, I'm glad you had a nice night. You feeling any better?" Austin, brushes his hair back. "Well I'm ok, all the talking Roxy's got me doing, is helping with my unused vocal cords." I say and Austin giggles. "Well I'm glad to hear."

"Hey, Butler, why don't you come for lunch tomorrow? We'd love to have you." There it is, the Roxy I know, the one who's never afraid to speak her mind or ask inappropriate questions. I side eye her, praying she'll start laughing, saying she was just joking. Austin looks quite taken back, scratching the back of his neck, looking at me, silently asking me what he should do, but I'm not sure what the answer here would be. "If you love her, as you say, you'll man up, come here and hold your own against Timmy and me. I'm more forgiving than he is, but I can mess you up real good if I want to. You must understand he's just being protective, hiding won't make him ease up to you, it'll just make him wonder why you're not declaring to him, all you say to her."

I'm amazed at Roxanne, her words aren't rude or inappropriate, but rather carefully chooses, like she's planed this speech for a while now. All she's saying makes sense and I see Austin, coming to the same realization. "You're right, we'll then if (y/n) is ok with me coming, I don't see why I wouldn't. I'll be there for you my darling." Austin declares, his blue eyes burning into mine. "Yeah, I'm ok with it, you can come." In all honesty I want him to come, am I scared of putting Timmy and him in the same room too soon? Yes. But nonetheless this will have to happen and I think that sooner is better than later. "I'd like you to come, but maybe dinner would be better, that way I have a few more hours to prepare Tim for it, I'm sure it'll go great, but just.."

"I get it, darling, I'll be there at 6 pm, is that good?" Austin asks, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand, he looks tired. "You look tired baby." I say, bringing my knees up to my chest and resting my chin on top. "I'm ok, I'm going to sleep after we talk." I can tell that he's only telling me half the truth. "Ok, then catch some sleep, I still have some more beans to spill to my best friend." I laugh as I give Roxy a side hug. Austin giggles as well and smiles as she pokes her tongue out at him. "Ok then, I'll let you girls spill all the beans. But before I go, what's your favorite color Roxy?" I quirk a brow at him, intrigued by his interest in my best friend, but also sure he has a good reason for it. "Yellow...what are you up to Butler?" She asks squinting her eyes at him, but he simply shrugs his shoulders, smiling. "I'm going to see you tomorrow night girls, sleep well." Austin ends the call, leaving me a flustered mess and Roxy an overexcited bundle of joy.

"Let me show you something." I tell her, getting up from the bed, going over to my dresser, where in the top drawer I keep the blanket Austin is crocheting for me. "What's that it's cute, last we talked you were working on a sweater. Did you finish...?" I'm just waiting for her to figure it out and it seems like she's putting together the pieces. "Austin made it, with all of our busy schedules we unfortunately spend many days apart, so he makes a heart for each day, as you can see, five months is a long time." I put the blanket in her hands and she analyzes it. "That's so, wow, girl I don't, he's really serious about you, damn." She gasps. "I mean I'll still be on the lookout for him to misstep, but I can see why you wouldn't doubt him." Roxy folds the blanket neatly, setting on the bed next to her. She has no idea how wrong she is. "I have doubts, I love him and I'm sure he loves me too, but Roxy, I've seen toxic when it comes to relationships, so I'm scared shitless. I tried so hard not to love him, I dragged Joshua along to try and erase him from my mind, I'm surprised Joshua is still such a good friend to me, I was horrible to him. I just couldn't help falling for Austin, I can't help that I'm so happy it happened, but every day, I'm scared he'll wake up and realize I'm not what he wants, so he'll pick up and leave. I'm mad at myself because I want to be independent and not care about that, because I've promised myself that I'll never loose my mind over a boy."

"Come here!" Roxanne opens her arms and I rest into her chest, closing my eyes. "I'm going to be here no matter what and so is Timmy, we love you." She says, pulling the duvet over us and turning the light off.

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As I wake up, feeling finally rested for the first time in what feels like forever, I go to the bathroom and do my routine, picking a simple outfit, for the day. "Morning sunshine!" I sing waking Roxy up, so she can go and do her thing in the bathroom as well. "Morning" she groans, turning on her side and covering her face with the pillow. Laughing I pull the pillow off her face and go over to the window, opening the blinds and letting the July sun shine in. "Ok you evil angel I'm up, I'm up." She says, squinting her eyes at the bright light. "I'm going to the kitchen." I tell her, walking out of the room, hearing only another annoyed grunt from her.

My cats are already in the kitchen, nibbling on their food, that Timmy has put out for them. "Coffee?" He asks , pushing a cup my way. "Thanks." He doesn't look angry today, he actually looks very calm, sipping his coffee and reading the news on his phone. I want to tell him about our dinner plans, but the fact already has me sweating and taping my fingers against the cup. The sound of my nails against the hard ceramic gets his attention. "Everything ok? You feel sick?" Timmy asks, putting down his phone and looking me up and down.

I shake my head, breathing deeply, as he's face goes from concerned to confused. "So last night Austin called" I start, unsure if I should keep talking or not, he's poker face is just too good. "And?" Timmy pushes, obviously curious. "And Roxy asked him to come for dinner." He sighs, brushing a hand through his messy curls. My pulse is through the roof and I wipe my sweaty palms on my leggings, chewing on my lips. "Ok, listen, I told you, I don't hate him, I just want you to be treated right, if he does that, he might end up being one of my favorite people in the world." I don't know why it surprises me that he's saying that, it's Timothee, one of the most heartfelt people I know. "(Y/n)?"

I realize I was stuck with my mouth agape, so I shake back into reality. "Sorry, guess I was expecting something else" I explain blinking fast. "Come here sœur." He waves me over to him and I happily oblige, hugging him tight. "So what are we feeding Butler?" Timmy ask, making me giggle as we break apart our hug. "I'm thinking I should cook, make one of mom's veggie casseroles? The one with green beans and chicken, I haven't had it in forever." I pour some cereal into a bowl and add my milk, putting it into the microwave to warm up, yeah I know, I like it warm, don't come for me. "Ok, but doesn't that mean you have to call your mom? For the recipe?" Timmy asks, pointing out the obvious. I take my breakfast out of the microwave and start eating the sugary cereal. "Eh yeah, I need to anyway, she's my mom, I can't hide from her." He takes a spoon from the drawer, coming over to sit next to me. "Ok, I'll be here, hm I still don't get why you like these, they taste like sweet wood shavings." He grimaces. "No one said you could eat any!" I say, dragging the bowl from under his nose. We both laugh, eating together my bowl of cereal, basically having a little spoon fight. "Hey you guys, what's all the fun about?" Roxy comes in, jumping up on the counter and picking an apple form the fruit basket. "Just the shitty tasteless cereal our friend here likes." Timmy says, putting the empty bowl in the dishwasher. Roxanne bites into her apple and crinkles her nose. "Yeah girl I don't get how you can eat that." She agrees

"And she's cooking dinner." Timothee tells her, handing her a cup of coffee, which she happily takes. "Well good thing I'm all stocked up on my probiotics." She jokes, as I shake my head in disbelief. "I like all the trust you guys have in me. But I've decided to be my best at cooking and I'll make the best meal ever." I tap my hands against the kitchen counter, smiling. "Now, I'll be in the study, talking to my mom." Both of their faces drop. "I'll be fine, I'm a big girl." I assure them, already heading in the direction of the study.

Looking out the big tall window, I sink in the huge leather chair, fiddling with my phone in my hand. Finally after what feels like forever I open the contacts app, calling my mom. I put the phone to my ear and listen to the agonizing ringing sound. Eventually the ringing stops and there's silence. "Hello!" My moms voice comes in and I suck in a deep breath, my heart squeezing painfully in my chest. "Mom, hi! So I was thinking to cook your chicken and green beans casserole for dinner, but I don't have the recipe." I wait patiently for her to respond. "Ok honey, get a pen and paper, it's not hard at all, I promise." I set the phone on speaker and put it down on the desk, picking a picking up a paper and a pen, writing down everything she's tells me. It's weird how something so simple and small like her telling me one of her recipes makes me so happy.

When she's done, I'm anxious she'll end the call, but she doesn't. "I heard your songs, I loved "dandelions" did you write it about anyone?" She asks. My cheeks burn with emotion. "Yes, he's name is Austin." I whisper, scared of her reaction. "Tell me more about him, is he making you laugh?" Tears gloss in my eyes, joy filling my heart. I don't know what happened, but it seems like my mom is taking a turn for making amends. "Well..."

For the next hour I tell her all about Austin and what I've been up to. I tell her about my upcoming album and movie. We make small talk and joke, it's like the good times we had, like I'm young again and all the dirt in my past never happened, but it did, only thing is that now I think we're trying to start the cleaning process. She tells me about therapy and how she gave it a try, because her hospital requires all staff to go to a few sessions a month. We end on a good note, with her promising to come over to visit and meet Austin.

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The next few hours I spend in the kitchen with Timmy and Roxanne, working on the dish I chose for tonight's dinner. When we're done I take a long shower and get dressed in a champagne silk dress, putting my hair in a half up, half down style.

As I wait for Austin to come, I pace around the living room, checking the clock on the book shelf way too often, because it's been 5.58 pm for the last five time I checked. "Stop pacing, you'll burn a hole through the floor and we'll be having dinner with Glinda, your downstairs neighbor." Roxy chuckles, but the ding of the elevator gets my heart skipping and I almost slip and fall. "Whoa there, the only one whose life should be at risk tonight is Butler, sœur." Timothee jokes, catching me mid fall and I fix up my dress, looking at the opening doors, to see Austin walking through them.

"Good evening!" Austin rasps, he's wearing a dark blue shirt with black dress pants, simple yet he makes it look so sexy. He gives a bouquet of yellow roses to Roxanne, which she takes smiling, muttering a 'thank you' as she smells the flowers. "No need to be fancy we aren't the royals." Timmy jokes, extending a hand to shake with Austin. "Well I'm an overachiever. Here, this one is better served cold" Austin gives Timmy a bottle of wine, Timmy taking it and going straight to the kitchen to put the wine on ice. Lastly Austin turns to me, smiling with all his teeth showing and once again our eyes meet and it's like I forget where we are for a moment. "Hi my darling, for you!" Austin gives me the bouquet of purple star flowers. I ignore the flowers and jump straight to his neck, hugging him. "Aus!" I sigh, burying my face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his delicious sent. "My sweet darling love." He whispers in my ear, running a comforting hand up and down my back. It feels so good to be in his arms, like my source of life just returned to me and I can breathe.

"Agh you guys look very cute, but I think it's best we don't force Timmy to kill unnecessarily" Roxy points out, making us laugh as we put some distance between each other. "Thank you." I say taking the flowers form him and walking to the kitchen to get two vases and put both bouquets in. Roxy takes Austin to the dining room and I hear the both of them talking, but I'm not sure what they're saying.

"Well he has good taste in wine and it seems like he's a true charmer." Timmy says, clicking his tongue. "I know, but you said-"

"I didn't say it's bad thing. I'm giving him a chance, starting fresh, ok? Let's go now!" He pats my back and we make our way to the dining room, where Austin and Roxy are sharing a laugh. "What are you guys laughing about? Hope it's not me." I say, placing a hand on Austin's shoulder and taking a seat next to him. "Of course it's about you she was just telling me about that time you started in a small broadway play as Bella from twilight." I gasp in embarrassment, looking at my mischievous friend. "You did not, I was 12!" I protest, throwing a crouton at her. "Hey no fighting with food at the table, that you did when you were 14" Timmy says, serving the food. "Traitor!" I say under my breath, squinting my eyes at him, making everyone laugh. "So is there any tapes of that? Cause I'd like to see it." Austin asks and knowing the answer, I wish I could shrink. "You bet your ass Butler, but I'm a good best friend, I'm keeping those for later." Roxanne says and I exhale relieved.

Austin takes some food on his fork and I watch him holding my breath, anxious for his reactions to the food. I look at him chew and swallow, tapping my foot against the floor. "Hmm this is so good!"

"Really?" I squeal, smiling form ear to ear, as he turns to look at me. "Did you make this?" He asks, taking another bite. "Yeah, I mean we all did, it's my mom's recipe." I explain, eating as well, surprising myself when I find that he wasn't kidding and the casserole does in fact taste good. "You talked to your mom?" Austin asks, placing a hand on my thigh, drawing circles over the silk material of my dress. "I did, I think we might patch things up, she's in therapy and I think she's finally doing the healing she needed. So am I." I tell him, putting my hand on top of his and squeezing it under the table. "I'm glad." Austin says, he's eyes being as honest as ever, it's obvious he's happy for me.

"So Austin, man I got to say, you did an amazing job with the movie, I watched it before (y/n) came back from Cannes." Timmy tells him and Austin humbly accept the praise. From there the conversation flows freely, and it feels like a dinner between a family. All the pressure is gone and everything feels so familiar and comfortable. We make jokes and laugh, then dessert comes along.

"Did you make the ice cream too?" Austin asks, eating a spoon full of vanilla ice cream. "No, I'm not that good of a cook." I laugh, drinking some wine.

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"So I guess it went ok?" Austin asks, I decided to walk him down to his car, so we are now alone in the elevator. The few glasses of wine I had, made me definitely tipsy, but I feel so at home with him here. He's completely sober, still having to drive back to his hotel. "Yes it went more than ok, I think they like you." I say, hanging onto his neck. His hands move down over my ass, giving it a good squeeze, making me squeak in surprise. Austin chuckles and continues his way down my body, to the back of my thighs, lifting me up, placing my legs around his waist. Out faces are inches apart our breaths mixing. "(Y/n)" Austin whispers, his pillowy lips brushing mine, butterflies coming alive in the pit of my stomach. "Aus" I sigh, leaning my head forward, finally connecting our lips, the contact feeling electric.

Our lips move together and his tongue teasing my bottom lip. I open up for him, allowing his to take full control. His hands roam my body, gliding over the soft fabric of my dress. "Baby, I wish I could just put you in my car, drive you to my hotel and make love to you." Austin confesses, cupping my face in his hands and smoothing his thumbs over my cheeks. The declaration has me pushing my hips against him, feeling desire pool in my panties. "Please!" I whine, pulling on his shirt, bringing him back for a kiss, that lasts a minute too short, because of the elevator reaching it's final destination.

Carefully he puts me down and I whine I'm disagreement, intertwining my fingers with his, walking in the direction of his car, blood boiling in my veins. "How long before they think I kidnapped you and they come here to check?" Austin asks, opening the door to the back seat of his car, making me frown. "I don't know..why? Austin what are you up to?" I giggle as he pulls me into the back seat of his car. He lays me down on the car seat, coming to sit on top of me. "Aus!" I laugh tangling my hands in his sandy hair. Austin brings his head down kissing my neck, cutting my laugh short with a moan. He trails his kisses up to the shell of my ear, his hot breath tingling. "I'm going to make you cum on my fingers, then you're going back to your room and when I get to my hotel, I'm going to call you, you better answer, you hear me baby?" Austin asks, seeing as my mind is already gone. "Yeah, I do." I say breathless, feeling him smile against my skin. "Ok, be good for me, I love you!" He says, kissing me as one of his hands moves down my body.

Austin's hand reaches the hem of my dress, hiking it up my thighs. When he touches me through my panties he groans in pleasure, finding me already soaked through. "So wet for me, (y/n), always such a good girl!" He praises me, moving my panties to the side, sliding his fingers through my sleek lips. Austin grunts, moving his hips against mine and I feel him rock hard under his pants. We're both panting out of breath and he circles my clit slowly. I arch my back into him, as his lips find my pulse, sucking on the skin there. Moving my hands down I find his belt and unbuckle it. "Baby, you don't have to." Austin tells me, moving his hand down, circling my entrance, causing me to squeeze around nothing. "Let me please, I need to!" I whine and he nods, letting me go on as I unbutton his pants and undoing the zipper, putting my hand in his boxers. I take him in my hand, this is the first time I've touched him like this ever. The skin to skin contact is amazing and I'm fascinated by the way he seems to fit in my hand like he was made to be there. Austin moans loudly, pushing his hips into my hand as I start pumping him. "Fuck! Can I put a finger in?" Austin asks and I nod, whimpering with need.

His long finger enters me and it feels like everything is how it should be. We match our pace, making each other get to the peak we crave so much. I feel so close to ecstasy, the bubble in my belly ready to pop, with the way he curls his long digit, touching that spot inside me, that has me whirling for him. Austin's breathing is quicker and shallower than before, I also feel him twitch in my hand, so I move faster. "God, don't stop honey, I'm so close, fuck!" He grunts, using his thumb to stimulate my clit as well, pleasure flooding my senses as my orgasm washes over me like a cold shower, tingling from the top of my head to the tip of my toes. "I love you I love you Iloveyou ilove.." I say over and over again as Austin also reaches his orgasm, twitching in my hand, tensing above me and glueing his lips to mine. "I love you too!" He says against my lips, peppering kisses all over my face.

We try to make ourselves presentable, giggling in the process. Austin licks his fingers clean of my juices and I decide to play his game, licking the palm of my hand clean. "You're going to be the death of me!" He chuckles kissing me.

My heart feel content, full of joy and finally where it needs to be. We pull apart and he helps me out of the car, walking me back to the elevator. "Call me!" I say before the doors close. "Answer!" He challenges and then the doors close cutting my view of him, my reason for every good feeling I've had lately.

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hiiii. heres the allohema logs from the wyatt dies au

putting it all under the cut since its preeeeetty long. the first two were written back in january while the third one was written recently

dunno what else to say soooo enjoy :]

Allo.Hema LOG_1

It's been about a day since I first discovered that Wyatt had gone missing. I don't think I ever could have seen it coming - things were fine a few days ago. I went over to visit, but he was more cheerful than usual. He was finally starting to open up, I think. Hell, I even managed to make him laugh, something I assumed that he was incapable of. He gave me a present before I left and I went back for the day. I wasn't able to visit for a while after, things get pretty busy during the holiday season but I managed to sneak out just after new years. But... He wasn't there. In fact, there was nothing but rubble. Charred metal lying limp around where the feint memory of a shack had been. I searched for hours to no avail. I couldn't find him anywhere, and I'm starting to believe that maybe... he- ...nevermind.

I brought Microwave back to the lab with me. It seems like she wasn't around when it.. happened. I checked her and she appears to be unscathed. I doubt I'll be able to keep her here for long, though. As soon as someone notices she's here I'll get in trouble and she'll get rehomed. I feel bad for the thing, she's just been staring at the door all day. It's obvious she wants to go back, but i can't let her - she doesn't know that no one is waiting there for her.

I should really throw his file away - I have no need for notes about Wyatt anymore but I... can't bring myself to do it. Not right now, at least. I'll keep them for a bit longer - just in case. Tomorrow I'll sneak out again, just one more time. I need to be sure. I need answers. It just doesn't make sense! I'm the only one who has had contact with Wyatt for YEARS, he basically confirmed it! Unless I had been followed? I doubt it was an accident, either. He may be arrogant but he sure as hell isn't stupid. It just.. doesn't add up. I'll watch my back tomorrow but I'm not sure what else I can do.

Allo.Hema LOG_2

I fixed up the flowerbeds while I was out there today. He never let me anywhere near them before, but someone has to tend to them. On that note, its been about over a week now, and there's still no sign of him. It would seem I have no choice but to believe that he's gone.. however I just can't. I said that I'd go back one more time, but for the past few days I've been returning over and over, desperate for a something, anything.... nothing. I've been tidying a few things while he's been absent - might as well pass the time. Some of his belongings seemed to survive, so I'm going to take them back to the lab with me - until he gets back, of course. It's pretty calm out here, all things considered. It's... quiet, there's a clear view of the sky and a slight breeze at my back. I suppose getting out of that building for a while is doing me some good.

I still haven't fully decided what to do with Microwave. No one has noticed that she's here, surprising considering I ordered so many cat toys.. ahem - I've been considering keeping her, to be honest. Wyatt cared a lot about Microwave, and I'd feel bad just.. giving her away with no guarantee that she'll be safe. Besides, she's taken a liking to me. My jacket is covered in cat hairs.. I hope no one is allergic, because I'm about to run out of spare ones.. More annoyingly, she keeps knocking everything off of my desk, even my tungsten cube! I used to wonder why Wyatt's tools were scattered on the floor, but I guess that's why. I don't mind the company, though. She curls up on my lap while I'm doing paperwork and I can hear a feint purr each time. She's adorable.. but I should get her to stop chewing the wires.

Looking back, he always seemed to be worried about me, specifically what my job was like. It always confused me why seemed so pushy about it despite him being so abrasive, though I slowly figured out why. We even talked about it one day, and I managed to assure him that i'll be fine. I'm already very aware of what the higher-ups think of me, and i've never trusted them for a second to be honest. I know they'll attempt to decommission me the moment I stop being... useful to them, but what's stopping me from leaving? I could always pack my things and leave the night before - information always gets back to me somehow, so I'd know. They'd never find me if I lay low somewhere, I've already removed that damned tracking chip ages ago, and I could continue my work for free, for those who need it somewhere else. Huh. It doesn't feel like a bad thing to consider, actually.. Hah, guess he was right. He knew what he was doing when he gave me that bag, I suppose.

I'll think about it. Maybe I could find some information out there, a lead to what happened to him - or maybe I'm getting ahead of myself.. I'll bide my time and bite my (metaphorical) tongue.

Allo.Hema LOG_3

I left. After 4 months I finally bit the bullet and.. ran away, i suppose. I'm currently laying low in Wyatt's old shack- what I could salvage of it anyways. The charred ground seems to have been washed away by the rain, but this place is still somewhat in a state of disarray despite my attempts to fix it. About a week was spent packing my things, going back and forth between my office and the scrapyard to drop off my stuff. I have enough supplies to last for a while on my own before I'll have to find some way of getting new ones. I'm not sure what I'll do after that.. but i have more important things to worry about at the moment. Microwave is with me, too. I made sure to stock up on food for her, though Wyatt always managed to get some for her so I doubt I'll have to worry too much about it. She seems glad to be back in the scrapyard, but she keeps searching for Wyatt. I guess we're both in the same boat.

The reason I left.. is because I found a lead. I spent all of those months trying to find something and for once I finally did. I think I've found what - or who - may be responsible for Wyatt's death.. or rather his disappearance. I knew he couldn't really be dead. Surely he's too stubborn for that. My research leads me to believe that theres.. someone behind everything that's happened to him. The issue is that I don't know how to locate it. All of my research for nothing. Again. But I still have to try, I can't rest knowing that he's out there.

I've never really tried.. building anything. I've watched Wyatt do it plenty of times and he made it look easy so it cant be THAT bad, right?? I have his old tools, so I guess I can practice by properly fixing this shack. All I did earlier was slide some scrap metal sheets on top of each other and called it a day. He always seemed to passionate about making things, even if he didn't want to admit it. Most of his belongings were salvaged scrap that was repurposed into something new. Surely I could do the same. It's starting to get darker now. When was the last time I saw the sunset? It's much more beautiful than I remembered. I guess not being stuck inside all the time really does have its upsides. I don't like my jacket being covered in dirt though, I'm not sure how I'm going to clean it.

I have an idea. I'm not sure if it will work, but i think it's worth a try. If it's successful, I might be able to get some answers. This may take months, even years to finish- but this creation will be what I need to find it. To find answers.

I have to get answers. I have to. I will find him.

[dangerously-human]

I had a sorta rough day yesterday for most of it; I was exhausted (I think fighting off a migraine, given the light sensitivity) and work wasn't going well and I could not force my brain to function all day. But after work, I got to go visit my uncle, hang out with him and his cat for a bit. He helped me with some planning for my upcoming Ireland trip (one month!), since he's been over there upwards of 30 times and always has the scoop. Then it was family history time: he pulled out a suitcase that my great-great-grandmother packed to send back to the States when the Berlin Wall went up. (My family came here during the war, but a lot of the extended family were still living in what became East Germany.) It was neat to see what she thought was worth keeping, and all the bits of history that so easily fade into the past. My uncle only speaks a little German and I know almost none - my grandfather was a child when they emigrated and you can imagine the attitude toward the language then; it wasn't exactly a priority to pass down - so we couldn't understand everything, but even details like a relative's military commendations two years apart, one with an older German seal and the next Nazi, like everything changed so quickly. Lots of photographs, including messy ones and silly faces (my favorite was one of my grandfather sticking his tongue out at my laughing great-grandmother) and scenery from travel, all the same things I love taking pictures of now, just everyday moments from up to 100 years ago. Then there was the letter and family history from my great-aunt (that I cried reading; it sounded just like her and I missed her terribly, I grew up pretty close to her and she died soon after I graduated college), then pages upon pages from my great-grandfather, a lifelong storyteller and dedicated keeper of family history. While we were in Ireland together two Thanksgivings ago, my uncle played for me a recording of some of Vati's stories - seeing America for the first time; lots of silly tales for the children about their dog going on grand adventures. My uncle's goal is to digitize as many of these old documents as possible, as some of them are beginning to fall apart, and ideally to get them translated, too. I'm grateful my extended family has, for generations, been obsessive history-keepers and keen storytellers, which I think makes sense for people who were forced from their homes and lived through generations of uncertain borders and constantly shifting tides. My grandfather died when I was very young, so I only have one or two memories of him, and I never got to meet the previous generations (though I've been told all my life I have Mutti's wild hair and Vati's love of learning) - but I feel like I know them, because they've been kept alive through all these memories made tangible, and they've gifted me a glimpse of people from centuries before my time, all of whom played a part in making me who I am today. It's quite beautiful.

[marshie-ghost]

STARSTRUCK

Hal Jordan x Child! Reader x Carol Ferris (PLATONIC)

Hal meets his child.

WARNING(S): Explicit language, carol and hal argue kinda toxicly, hal is accidentally a deadbeat dad

A/N: No use of Y/N; Reader is called "Comet," and is stated to look similar to Hal.

Carol hadn't been answering his calls. Sure, they weren't on the best terms, and Carol certainly didn't owe him an answer, but she was never one to ignore his calls. If she was pissed at him, she'd usually tell him, whether in person or through text, that she didn't want to talk, and he would respect that and leave her alone. But Carol apparently hadn't seen any of his texts or missed calls, and he could admit he was a little worried.

He knew Carol could take care of herself, and their relationship had long since ended, but he still cared about her enough to notice the odd behavior. Maybe he was overreacting, or maybe Carol was in real danger, and he was sitting on his ass in his shitty apartment doing nothing about it.

He stared at his phone, pondering his options. The sanest choice would be to wait until the next day and meet her at work, then he could panic if she didn't show up... But what if she was hurt? What if she needed him and he wasn't there?

"Damn it," he muttered, powering on his ring and soaring out the door.

The trip to her house was a short one, Green Lanterns were able to cross space in record time; flying across Coast City was no problem. He landed on her doorstep, rapping his knuckles on the door a couple times. He waited a few moments, his hand reaching up to bang on the door again before it swung open. A young kid, no older than ten, stood in the doorway, a grumpy expression on their face.

Hal was taken aback by their appearance. It was like looking into a mirror, well, a mirror that de-aged you by a few decades, but a mirror nonetheless.

He was startled out of his stupor by the little one speaking up. "Are ya gonna say anything, or are ya just gonna stand there and gawk, Mr. Lantern?"

"Uh, is Carol here?" He forced out, his eyes wide.

Their glare turned accusatory as they pushed their hair out of their face with the back of their hand. "Why'd'ya wanna know?"

"She hasn't answered my calls," he spoke. He figured there was no point hiding the truth from his mini-me if he wanted an answer out of them. "I just wanted to check in on her."

"She's sick," the kid stated. "Why'd you care, Mr. Lantern?"

Right, he was still in costume, shit.

"I saved her a few years back and I still check on her from time to time. She usually texts me back, but she didn't this time."

"Uh-huh," they nodded, clearly not believing him. "Look, Mama said not to talk to strangers, bye."

They tried to close the door but were stopped by Hal's foot.

"Kid, I just wanna know if she's okay," he sighed, holding the door so they couldn't slam it in his face. "Can I, at least, talk to her?"

They crossed their arms, looking peeved as they snarked, "I dunno, can you?"

Their argument was interrupted by a familiar voice shouting from the other room, "Comet, I thought I told you not to open the door for strangers!"

Carol rounded the corner, looking like death. She marched up to the kid (Comet?), ignoring him as she placed her hands on her hips. Comet looked sheepish, rubbing their arm as they gestured to Hal.

"It's not a stranger, it's Green Lantern."

Hal almost snarked that Comet had just called him a stranger, but the quip died in his throat as Carol rounded on him. He instinctively rubbed the back of his neck as he withered under her gaze.

"Sweetheart, can you go to your room? I need to talk about grown-up stuff with Green Lantern."

The kid looked curious but wisely kept their mouth shut and slunk off to their room, sending a glare over their shoulder at Hal. Once their bedroom door was shut, Carol pushed Hal out of the way as she stepped outside, slamming the door behind her.

"What are you doing here?" She hissed, her eyes narrowed like a cat's.

He took in her pale complexion and the way her hands trembled a bit. Getting on Carol's bad side when she was healthy was bad enough, when she was grumpy and sick, however, was a whole other ballpark.

"You weren't answering my calls," he started, trying to keep his voice even as his temper began to bubble over. "I thought something happened to you."

"Well, thanks for your concern, Jordan, but I'm fine. Is that all?"

"No, it's not!" He exclaimed, his arms leaving his side to gesture behind Carol.

Said woman quirked a brow as if to ask him what he meant.

"That kid in there... Comet. Are they-"

"Yours? Yeah," Carol confirmed, crossing her arms. "Why?"

"Why?!" Hal shouted in disbelief. "Are you serious? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because you were dead." Carol snapped. "And then you were the Spectre, and by the time you were back, I figured I could raise them on my own."

"Carol, what the fuck?! I know we aren't on the best terms, but keeping my own kid away from me? That's low."

"I already told you why-"

"Because I was dead, yeah, but I've been back for fucking months! You've had plenty of time to tell me!"

"I didn't want to tell you!"

"Why?!"

"Because I didn't want you to hurt them!"

The statement hung in the air like smoke after a wildfire. Which was fitting, considering how hard it felt to breathe.

"Carol, I would never hurt my- ...our kid." He choked out.

"You said the same thing about me."

That seemed to reignite his temper, his brows furrowing. "So, what, you lied to me because you were afraid of something I might do?!"

"Yes, I did, because I couldn't take that fucking chance!" Carol growled. "You'd understand if you were a parent-"

"Don't fucking pull that bullshit on me, Carol. I might not have been able to raise them, but I know what it's like to take care of a kid."

"Do you? Do you, really, Jordan? You may have taken Roy and Helen in, but the first chance you got, you pawned them off to someone else! You might enjoy feeling responsible for them for a few weeks, hell, maybe even a few months, but, soon, you're going to get tired of the routine, and you're gonna leave me to pick up the pieces, again!"

He looked at Carol in disbelief. He opened his mouth to argue more but stopped as something behind Carol caught his eye. Two wide eyes stared at the bickering couple from the window.

Hal cursed, seizing Carol's attention, both of them realizing the mistake they just made. Hal stood awkwardly as Carol stepped inside, closing the door behind her. He stayed there for a few minutes, wondering if he should just leave before banishing that thought. He had already missed out on, what, ten years of this kid's life? There was no way in hell he was leaving them now. Even if he had to fight Carol to stay.

Just as he began to think he might have to bust through the door to see his kid, it opened again. Carol somehow looked even more haggard than before, her eyes red and puffy.

"They want to talk to you."

Now, that surprised him. He assumed they would want nothing to do with him considering, though accidental, he was a deadbeat they didn't even know.

Carol stepped aside, jerking her head toward the kid's room. He nodded wordlessly, deciding to power down his ring to greet them properly. He shoved his hands in the pockets of his bomber jacket, cautiously approaching the kid. They were sat on their bed, staring at their bare feet. They didn't acknowledge him sitting next to them, only bringing their knees up to their chest.

"I know this must be weird," he started, keeping his voice low and friendly. "Green Lantern shows up asking for your mom and turns out, hey, he's your dad! That must be pretty jarring."

It was silent for a few moments before they spoke up, their tone completely different from before.

"Mama said you didn't know 'bout me."

He waited for them to continue. When they didn't, he affirmed, "I didn't."

"She said you were in space doin' Lantern stuff, so she couldn't tell you, but you can't've stayed in space for nine years... There's no food up there."

He chuckled, shaking his head. "No, I wasn't in space for nine years. I had some adult stuff I had to deal with, but I've been back on Earth for a while now."

"Why didn't Mama tell you 'bout me, then?"

Hal took in a deep breath. "Your mother and I haven't had the best relationship. She was worried about... me not being a good dad to you."

"Do you have other kids?"

Hal shook his head.

"Then how would she know that you'd be a bad dad?"

"She... wasn't sure if I wanted to be a dad, and since she wanted to protect you, she kept you a secret."

They seemed to mull it over, letting out a sigh that made them sound older than they were and leaning back on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

"Ya know, there's these kids at school who always make fun of me for not having a dad. I can't wait to see the looks on their faces when I tell them that my dad's Green Lantern."

He laughed at that, nudging them with his knee. "I don't think Spooky would be too fond of that idea."

"Spooky?" They questioned, continuing before he could clarify. "Why'd'ya care about what Batman thinks?"

"I don't!"

"...So, does that mean I can tell them?"

"It's called a secret identity for a reason, kiddo."

"Lame." They stuck their tongue out at him. He returned the favor, making them giggle. "Okay, no sayin' you're GL, but can you walk me to school tomorrow? They're not gonna believe me unless you're there."

He almost agreed, then remembered that he might be overstepping Carol's boundaries.

"You're gonna have to ask your mom, kiddo."

They sent him a cheeky smile that he could tell only promised trouble. "Oh, don't worry; she's not gonna say no."

[bunni-v1]

Bunni’s TWST OC!

🍓Hello! I decided to just bite the bullet and post my beloved OC as well as some info on her. Hope you all can enjoy it! I’m putting it under the cut because it’s LONG, and I don’t want anyone who doesn’t want to see it to have to see it. @acornwinter @the-nightingales-song

TW: Mentions of abuse and past trauma (I am so cruel to my OCs)

Intro: Her name is Mitsumi Kozima, she’s from Kyoto, Japan (you know, like on our planet from our world). She’s lived alone since being separated from her aunt at sixteen. She attends a prestigious art academy on a full ride music scholarship, and made a pretty decent but boring life for herself. Thats how she wanted everything to be, at least. When she suddenly gets run over by a horse drawn carriage (IN THE MIDDLE OF KYOTO???) while saving a helpless little kitten, her life gets way more interesting!

Here are References of her (they’re all old, sorry):

Background: She has no memories before showing up at her “aunts” doorstep at the age of eight. She had nothing but the clothes on her back and the heart-shaped locket with a picture of her father in it, and a little note for the woman who would take her in. It’s like she popped into existence all at once. Her “aunt” initially took her in out of the “goodness of her heart”, but Mitsumi quickly learned it was for appearances. Her “cousin” Hirohito had been suffering multiple types of abuse at his aunts hands for years, and did his best to shield her from his mothers wrath, but could only do so much. Mitsumi learned to blend in, not rock the boat, and most importantly do as she was told. She didn’t have many friends, as she had “imaginary friends” at an age where that thing was unacceptable. Despite all this, she remained as cheery as she could be, holding out hope that her real parents were out there somewhere. Hope that they would find her one day. She did not find real freedom until the day her aunt died during a “horrific break in.”

She separated from her cousin shortly after, using the money she was given after her aunt died to move to Kyoto and make a life for herself there. She found freedom in music, and thus dedicated all her time to learning music. She proceeded to learn six other languages, and knows how to play numerous amounts of instruments. Her school calls her a prodigy, she simply believes she’s hard working.

Personality: She’s a bright, quick witted young woman. She’s academically average, except for the subjects she is particularly interested in — such as history and music. Her professors describe her as hungry for knowledge in most cases. Always doing her best to see the best in others, she is easily taken advantage of, but there’s not a single person she doesn’t believe she could befriend. Still, she has a deep sadness in her that she rarely lets show. She craves adventure and adrenaline, but would rather keep to herself if it means she doesn’t have to be hurt by others. She can adjust her outgoingness to whoever she is around, making her easy to get along with — if not a little difficult to wrap your head around. She’s a friend of extroverts and a lover of introverts.

How she is at NRC: Being thrown into a magical world as a magic less human isn’t all that exciting for normal people. However, for Mitsumi who is quite the opportunist, she is thrilled to be here. Magic is something that only exists in fantasy anime where she’s from, but she just saw a fire breathing cat nearly set a magical talking mirror on fire! If that isn’t cool, she doesn’t know what is. Though, she isn’t used to not excelling in her classes, she’s more forgiving since she missed out on more than just a few years of education here. Being transported here woke her inner sense of adventure, and she can’t help but get herself involved in trouble. Can you blame her, everything here is just so darn exciting! She could even see if there’s a way magic can help her find her parents. The heart locket seems to have a reaction to nearby magic use, nearly burning her skin during overblots, so it seems like she has a lead!

Her most important relationships:

-Ace, Deuce, and Grim are her absolute best friends here! They’re like real siblings that she never got to have, and they take care of her better than her aunt ever did. She really would trust these three (tentatively) with her life. (This applies to all the first years, these three are just the most important by name)

-Vil is the closest thing to a positive motherly figure she’s ever had. While he was scary and mean at first, after he warmed up to her, he’s rather caring and sweet. She particularly likes when he invites her over for “tea” (aka. Sleepovers) with him and rook. He does her hair for her, and sometimes will even take her shopping for new clothes. He is the first person she would go to if anyone upset her, honestly.

-If Vil is her mother, Rook is her quirky step-father. Despite the scars she has (from her aunt and the overblots), he constantly reminds her that she is a beauty and should feel as such. He enjoys her time likely more than Vil does, and is a constant positive person in her life.

-Azul is her dearly beloved, deep rooted crush (that no one in her life sees the appeal of). She always found him quite pretty, but seeing his more vulnerable sides made her heart ache for him. She works in the lounge, which means she gets to see him rather frequently. She’s spent many closing shifts chatting with him for hours on end until Jade or Floyd reminds the two of them that it’s getting rather late, and they both have classes early in the morning. He’d never reciprocate her feelings though (so she thinks), so she’s happy keeping things like this. She has no idea how much she drives him crazy.

Mitsumi twst Lore: This shit is nuts and it’s probably not gonna make sense, but I don’t care. I am cringe but I am FREE!!

Okay so, I alluded to the fact that she belongs in twisted wonderland no so subtly more than once, so let’s get into that.

Mitsumi’s father was a human mage named Wen. He was an extremely talented magician who was capable of mastering some of the most difficult spells known to human and fae alike, but preferred to spend his time studying and writing. He was appointed as the queen’s own scholar, and had a board of men and women who worked beneath him to study whatever he liked. He was born during the era of the great war, but unlike his fellow scholars and royals of the castle, he was not afraid of them. No, Wen was fascinated by them. Their culture, biology, magical systems, and anything he could get his hands on. Frequently he ventured outside of his territories bounds to try and find traces of them, but was rarely successful. That was until the fateful day he met his future wife, Hikari.

Hikari — better known as Princess Hikari Draconia of the Valley of Thorns. Much like Wen, she was particularly curious about humans, and would rather study them than practice and master such simple and easy magic (for her). She had a rocky relationship with her mother and sister, and therefore she has a rocky relationship with the court — aside from her lady in waiting, Jingyi Cheng. She had wanted some space from her mothers oppressive eye, when she ran into this young human in the very woods she sought solace in.

The two spoke, and found their similarities to be evidence that human and Fae can live in harmony. That this war was selfish and senseless. So, they met nearly every week since that day. A week turned into a few days, and a few days turned into every day. The two, unwittingly, had fallen in love with each other. However, the war had begun to escalate, casualties rising on both sides and neither ruler seemed to want to listen to reason. Despite this, their love flourished, and they made the decision to have a child. Maybe that would bring the two sides together. It would give the young prince a companion, after all.

This only seemed to make things worse, however, and both sides saw their baby as a monstrosity. There was a price on the young child’s head in both kingdoms. For a number of years then lived in hiding, far away from any people that could possibly hurt them or their child, however their luck would run out. They would be found by Fae soldiers, and to save their child’s life they gave a grave sacrifice.

Hikari — whose own unique magic she was forbidden from using due to its unstable nature — put her child into a deep sleep, only to be woken in a few thousand years, when things had settled. Wen gave the child an enchanted locket to help guide her back to them when she found her way back into their world. Finally, the child’s magic was sealed away within the same locket. Only small bursts of magic would happen when encountering other magic or magical beings in the world. Their child was safe, for now, but the two were captured and cursed. Hikari was locked away in a mirror, memories wiped. Only a draconian could free her from her eternal prison. Wen was cursed with immortality, forced to wonder the world in an aimless search for his lost family — memories of them haunting him for as long as he lived.

Their child was no better, as her luck seemed to be awful… that was, until she arrived back to twisted wonderland.

🍓Aaaaand that’s it! That’s a lot that I crammed into one post, sorry :/ It’s a bit rambly, but if I went into it like I wanted to this post would be endless. If you need clarification, just tell me!

[theoddcatlady]

Little Dead Nancy

‘Little Dead Nancy,

Sitting on the bench,

One eye long,

and one eye gone,

Little Dead Nancy,

The red swing’s open,

come take a seat,

and swing with me!’

I almost completed the summoning of Nancy back when I was a kid. I was somewhere in the second grade, I’d just moved to this new school. Long story short, parents divorced, mom got custody, and now instead of playing with my friends I was surrounded by strangers.

I’d almost made the mistake of sitting on the red swing during recess when I was tackled into the sand by two other girls. “Don’t sit there, that’s Nancy’s swing!” One of them managed to get out as I squirmed free.

“Who’s Nancy?” I glanced around the playground, almost as if I expected to see a kid with a nametag that said ‘Hi, I’m Nancy!’

The two girls looked at me like I was an idiot before they looped their arms in with mine and escorted me to the jungle gym. There one of the girls, a red pigtailed gal named Leanne, told me the story of Little Dead Nancy.

The legend went that Nancy was a lonely little girl who had no friends and whose parents hated her, all because she was missing an eye. One day after being beaten up by the school bully, Nancy went up to the swingset and used the red swing to hang herself. Ever since, that swing belonged to Nancy. If I used the red swing I was just asking to end up like Little Dead Nancy. If one wanted to speak to Nancy, you had to repeat the little poem you read above while you swung on the green or blue swing. Apparently she’d start swinging next to you once you recited it. It was unknown what she’d do to you, but I think the common conclusion was that she’d murder you.

So my immediate response to this was to go back to the swingset, plop my butt down on the green swing, and start reciting. I attracted quite a crowd with this daring stunt and I’d gotten to the second ‘Little Dead Nancy’ when the teacher called us back in.

Quite a bummer to everyone who’d hoped some zombie child would show up and murder me, but I did end up bonding with Leanne about it. By the next day, I’d all but forgotten about the poem and just settled with playing House with Leanne and the other girl, Aileen.

I still kept my distance from that red swing. As I got older, I heard a bunch of stories of what happened to Nancy. Although the most common story was that she hung herself, some people said she was murdered by her parents who were tired of having an imperfect daughter. Another story said it was just an accident, that Nancy had been trying to do a loop over the top of the swingset and ended up strangling herself that way. You know, good old kid stuff to keep us spooked.

As a sixth grader I finally went and fact checked Nancy. Much to my surprise, there had been a death on the playground back in the seventies. But it wasn’t ‘Nancy’, it was an eighty something year old teacher named Georgia Smith. She just croaked while pushing one of her students on the swing. I did share my findings with Leanne, who had almost entirely forgotten about Little Dead Nancy and got a real kick out of my sudden morbid curiosity.

I didn’t really get any more friends other than Leanne and Aileen, and after Aileen ended up moving to Florida, all I had was Leanne. It was okay, we always just got each other. When my first dog died, she helped orchestrate a funeral. I comforted her after she had her very first break up. I thought we’d end up being friends until we were little old ladies.

Then last week happened. When Leanne was murdered and I almost got killed with her.

She was walking me back to my house after a study date when this gaggle of college aged dudes walked up behind us and started whistling and cat calling us. We’re sixteen, so, gross. Leanne just stuck her head up and looped her arm in with mine as we picked up the pace.

This didn’t settle with one of the guys, who sped up with us and grabbed Leanne’s arm, calling her a bitch and asking what her problem was. I could smell the booze on his breath and I tried pulling Leanne with me, saying that we have to get home as I had curfew. A lie, as my mom doesn’t really care where I am ever, but I hoped this freak would get the hint and just leave us alone. It didn’t work. This guy refused to let Leanne go and kept asking her to come with him.

I can’t remember what Leanne said that set him off, but the next thing I remember was my head meeting the brick wall and the agonizing punch of pain of being stabbed in the back.

I was lucky. He only stabbed me once. When the cops came to investigate a disturbance, Leanne had been stabbed over twenty three times. She was already dead. I was getting pretty damn close to it.

But I lived. Fucking hell, I’m alive and my best friend’s dead.

The funeral was last Sunday. Our whole school came. People liked Leanne. She was popular. Could’ve done great things. I, on the other hand, was the social recluse who had no future and no friends. Other than Leanne. Who always made time for me.

No one has the nerve to blame me face to face for her death, but the only reason she was out that night was to walk me home. Note, I say face to face. I think I’m up to twenty four death threats on Facebook from nine different people. Might be ten, but I think two of the accounts are the same person as they both wrongly spell bleach as ‘bleche’. As in, ‘drink bleche you fucking wore’. I think they mean ‘whore’.

I’ve spent a lot of time walking around in the dark since the funeral. Maybe I wanted to see that bastard again, the description I gave was shoddy and whoever his shitbird friends are aren’t selling him out. Maybe I just wanted to die and was too much of a coward to do it myself, so I wanted to find that bastard to finish the job he started.

But last night, somehow, I wound up on the playground.

Most of the playground equipment has been replaced, the slide, the merry go round, the sandbox… but the swing set was still the same, a rusted testament to the first day I met Leanne.

I brushed my fingers on the chain of the red swing, almost laughing as I remember her tackling me to the ground. That almost laughter turned into sobbing as I sunk to the ground. Why couldn’t God have taken me too, you know? We were best friends, going to be till the end.

I found myself sitting on the green swing without even remembering why I did, as I slowly swung back and forth. The playground was unnervingly quiet. I couldn’t even hear any birds.

“Little dead Nancy, sitting on the bench…”

I glanced at the bench the poem had to be talking about, it had also been replaced with a much nicer looking one. When I’d gone to this school, I think one of the legs had been replaced by a brick.

“One eye long, and one eye gone…”

What did that poem even mean, one eye long? Kids were fucking stupid.

“Little dead Nancy, the red swing’s open…”

I hiccuped, another tear weaving a path down my cheek. That was as far as I’d gotten the time I’d recited. I remembered Leanne’s face, eyes wide with anticipation. Anticipation for what, I really don’t know, did that little girl really think that a zombie was going to tear me apart in front of her? Again. Kids are dumb. But they don’t really mean it.

“C… Come take a seat, and swing with me.”

Nothing. Of course. I shook my head and stared up at the sky. “I guess I got the answer for what happens when you ask Nancy to swing with you, Leanne,” I murmured.

“Excuse me?”

I nearly froze as I heard the quiet voice behind me. I whipped my head around and nearly fell off the swing as I saw a little girl standing there.

Not a little girl. Nancy. Nancy was standing there.

She was a cute little thing, blonde curls, round face… well, would’ve been cute, if one of her eyes wouldn’t have been just a black hole and the other one dangling from the socket, bobbing up against her bruised neck. She fiddled with her pink skirt before reaching into her pocket and pulling out a tissue. “You look like you need this,” She said.

I slowly took it, expecting for her to lunge forward and bite me, but she just smiled as I wiped my face off and blew my nose. “T… thank you… you’re Nancy?” I asked, just to be sure there wasn’t another little ghost girl with a missing eyeball.

She nodded before taking her seat on the red swing, kicking her little white Mary Jane shoes back and forth. “That’s my name, don’t wear it out. I remember you,” She said. “Can you push me? It’s really hard to get going.”

I don’t know why I stood up and began gently pushing her, but I did. It was like touching an ice cube rather than a little girl, I swear the temperature around her had dropped to thirty degrees and Nancy herself was even colder. “You remember me?”

“Yupyup!” Nancy giggled as she began to swing back and forth. “Push me harder, you won’t kill me. I do remember you, you almost completed the poem. Rarely anyone does the full thing, and I can’t remember the last time someone did it when they were alone.”

“Huh.” At this point, I was wondering if I was seeing things and just pushing empty air, but this week had already been fucked enough, so I didn’t really care. “Do you remember the little girl with me? Red pigtails?”

Nancy hummed before she bobbed her head up and down. “She seemed nice.”

“She got murdered by a creep. That’s why I was crying.”

“I’m sorry.” The apology sounded quite genuine, which made the next thing that came out of her mouth seem even more ‘what the fuck’. “Are you going to kill the creep that killed her?”

I laughed. I couldn’t help it, I was talking to a goddamn ghost child and now she was recommending homicide to fix my problems. “That would land me in jail probably forever, even if the jury would agree that he would deserve it. Plus, I don’t even know his name. Can’t kill a guy if I don’t know who he is.”

“His name is Garth. Garth Strickland. He’s twenty four years old, drives a two door gray car that’s clearly on its last legs. He’s currently hiding out at his friend’s house in the woods with all the other witnesses. Waiting for this problem to just go away because he’s a spineless coward who is trying to reason that it wasn’t his fault, he was drunk, she called him names, she was dressing like a slut so she deserved what she got.”

I nearly passed out. I stopped pushing her and slowly walked out to her side. “H… how do you know?”

“I know lots of things!” Nancy chirped, pumping her legs back and forth to keep up the speed. “I know exactly where to find him. I know how to take him and his bitchy friends out too. Eye for an eye,” She reached up and flicked her dangling eyeball, “Tooth for tooth. I can help you kill him and gut him so he can’t do it again. You think this is the first girl he hurt? This is just the first one he killed.”

“Okay, you’re not a little girl, are you?” I crossed my arms. “What will it cost me to get these creeps?”

Nancy laughed and at the peak of her swing jumped off, landing neatly on her feet before turning around. “You’re pretty smart. You know there’s never been a dead kid on this playground, well, not one within the last few centuries at least. No, I’m not a little girl. I can be helpful though. All I ask in return is you let me tag along. I’ve gotten no action these past few years, and the old bird that croaked here a forever ago doesn’t count- she just happened to accidentally see what I actually look like and her ticker couldn’t take it.”

I’d like to say I took my time to think about it. This was serious after all, and I sure as hell couldn’t trust ‘Nancy’, whatever the hell she was.

But I knelt down to her height almost immediately, offering my hand to her. “Deal. I’ll take you back to the playground when we’re done though.”

“Of course. I do like it here after all, there’s a reason I’m a legend among the kids.”

Nancy took my hand and she changed. She grew in size, blond curls turned into red hair, the dangling blue eye turned to a shade of hazel.

I nearly starting crying again when I saw Leanne kneeling in front of me. She cocked her head to the side before she wrapped her arms around me. The icy temperature gave away that this wasn’t my friend, but god, just for a minute I was going to pretend. I threw my arms around her and hugged her tight. “I’m sorry,” I said.

“It wasn’t your fault. Don’t ever think that ever again… Thank you for being my best friend,” ‘Leanne’ whispered in my ear before I felt her chill enter my own skin. I closed my eyes as the cold crawled into my bones, deep in my heart, freezing me to my very core.

When I stood, I was alone. But I could feel the grief inside of me turn to the coldest rage.

Nancy is still inside of me. Every breath I take is borderline painful with the chill. I imagine touching me would be like putting your bare hand on frozen metal. I had to ‘borrow’ my mom’s car to get here. But I’m in the same town where Garth is, and all the witnesses that stood by and did nothing while he murdered an innocent girl.

I’ll stab each and every one of them twenty three times. And each one is going to be for her.

[adell032]

Toxic- Spencer

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (I don't like y/n so I use random names) Warnings: angst (?) violence Prompt: Spencer knows she loves him, even if those feelings weren't reciprocated, he didn't think she would leave him (we all know Spencer wouldn't act like this) ---------------------------- Allie had been in love with Spencer since the moment she stepped into the BAU, it was a known fact around the office, one that Spencer only noticed 5 years later. Spencer seemed to take advantage of Allie's love for him, something that Allie didn't mind, trips to get coffee, trips to get paperwork, doing a task on a case that he didn't want to do, she always agreed.

Derek and Emily would often tease her for how fast she'd say yes to Spencer, none of the team taking notice to how Spencer's requests grew bigger and bigger as time went on. Simple trips for coffee whilst on a case turned into shopping for him after work, grabbing some paperwork turned into doing some paperwork, cleaning a spilt drink turned into cleaning his whole apartment, yet Allie still didn't mind, instead she just waited for the day that Spencer realised he loved her too.

That day didn't come around, when Maeve and Spencer started dating, Allie noticed that Spencer was sneaking around, making sneaky calls on cases and making Allie wait outside his room all night until he came back. When Maeve died, Allie used her key to check on Spencer every day, though that stopped when he threw a book at her, just missing her cheek by a second.

When Spencer was arrested in Mexico, Allie was the first person to turn up at the jail, and the last person to visit the prison before his release. Allie was the one checking on his mom, keeping his apartment tidy, visiting him weekly, and figuring a way to get him out of jail. Yet she was the last person Spencer spoke to.

It was even worse when he started dating Max, the only time he would talk to the girl was when he was asking her to do something for him. Allie realised she was too attached when Cat Adams used her as an example of why Spencer is a bad person, yet she still waited.

After Cat was arrested for the last time, Spence and Allie didn't talk for a week until he apologised, promising to be a better friend. He stayed true to his word, but Allie felt herself falling for him more and more.

After a bad run-in with an ex boyfriend that left her bloody and bruised, Allie turned up at Spencer's apartment, Spencer cleaned her up and Allie agreed to stay there for the rest of the week. By day 4, she had heard Spencer fuck another girl every single day and night, and she had had enough.

"Hey, Allie." Cassie smiled happily as she walked into the kitchen, wearing only Spencer's shirt. Allie was sat on the kitchen counter, eating a bowl of pasta, "hey Cassie." She responded quietly, looking away from the girl.

Cassie busied herself with making food, whilst Allie cleaned up her dishes, "why are you making food?" Spencer asked as he joined the girls in the kitchen, Cassie shrugged, "got hungry."

Spencer glanced to Allie, "didn't you just make some food?" Allie nodded, pointing towards the dishes she had just cleaned, "did you not make us any?" Cassie awkwardly sighed, walking up to Spencer and whispering something to him before kissing his cheek and heading back to the bedroom.

Allie's heart ached, wondering what Cassie had that she didn't. Why couldn't Spencer see that she was right there.

"I think you should go home, Allie." There was no emotion in Spencer's words, but the look he gave her was pure hatred.

"What? You were the one who said to stay for the week, Spence, what if-"

"Don't fucking call me that, just grab your shit and go."

"What is your problem? I've always called you Spence."

"My problem is that you're so obsessed with me and its annoying! You're nothing but a stupid, selfish stalker!"

Allie felt her heart drop, "stalker? God, Spencer, we're friends, we've been friends for over ten years and I'm all of a sudden a stalker? You invited me to stay here for the week so that I don't possibly get killed by my stalker ex boyfriend!"

"He'd be doing me a favour, now please leave, Alison."

Allie took a step back from Spencer, in their time of being friends he had never called her Alison. The only people who called her Alison were Hotch and Strauss, "he'd be doing you a favour?" She whispered, those words only just processing.

"Yes, Alison, I hope he kills you so you can finally leave me alone."

"You want me to leave you alone, fine. But never, ever, wish that shit on someone." Allie walked into the living room, picking up her to-go bag, tears freely dropping from her eyes.

"Do you ever stop crying?" Spencer asked as he followed her, "do you ever stop being a cunt?" Allie swore she saw Spencer flinch at her words, insulting someone was something she never did, but she no longer cared.

After a quick check that she had everything, Allie walked towards the front door, "it was nice knowing you, Dr Reid." The door slammed behind her as she practically ran towards her car, tears clouding her vision as she hurriedly messaged Emily.

The drive to the BAU was about half an hour, but Allie knew it was her only option, she'd had enough of being a pawn for Spencer Reid, and she'd had enough of seeing his face everyday.

Grabbing her badge and gun, Allie sped walked into the building, hoping that Emily had read her text message and was still in the building. "Allie! What are you- oh, oh! Allie!" Penelope called after Allie as she rushed into Emily's office, thankfully seeing her still there.

"What's the problem?" Emily looked up from her paperwork, dropping them once she saw Allie, "tell her no, tell her she can't go." Penelope whispered in the doorway as Allie presented her badge and gun to Prentiss.

"I'm resigning from my position of SSA Allison Woods, nothing you say can change my mind."

"You have to give us two weeks warning if you're resigning."

"Then I quit, effective immediately."

--

Allie didn't go home that night.

Allie spent the night in her car in the FBI parking lot, her box of stuff shoved on the floor. Pictures of the team, drawings from the kids, her mug, the mug Penelope gifted her, and her box full of 'lucky charms.' She watched as Rossi pulled into the parking lot first, parking a few spots away from her, then Emily pulled in 20 minutes later, then Matt, and slowly, Allie watched as the team went on with their normal days.

Allie pulled out of the parking lot for the last time at around 11am, leaving the building she had been in for the past 13 years. Her house was dark when she arrived, lights off, doors shut, windows shut, no signs of any break in, but she still kept her hand on her personal gun.

Walking in slowly, she flicked the lights on, checking no one was in the entre way before closing the front door, her box and bag dropped to the floor as she was slammed into the door. Her gun slid across the floor and her elbow quickly connected with a face.

Her ex flung back as Allie opened the front door again, one foot out of the door when he grabbed her arm, throwing her to the floor. "Alex what the fuck!"

Alex locked the front door as Allie dove for her gun, grabbing it and sprinting for the back door, a gunshot sounded, and she felt wind pass her as the bullet skimmed her shoulder. She didn't stop running as she clicked the safety off her own gun, shooting blindly at the guy behind her as she ran to the bedroom.

Allie locked the bedroom door, running to her ensuite and locking herself in there too, the sound of banging was loud, and the sound of the door breaking was louder. Allie grabbed her now smashed phone from her pocket, clicking on the first contact she saw, before her finger could click the call button Allie fell back as a bullet hit her skin, her phone and gun falling out of her hand as she hit her head off the floor.

The bathroom door broke, and Alex threw himself in the room, gun pointed at Allie, "I told you he wouldn't love you like I did."

--

The team gathered in the meeting room, finding both Emily and Penelope blankly staring at the badge and gun in the centre of the table. "Who's leaving?" Rossi looked at everyone in the room, but everyone shook their heads.

"Where's Reid and Woods?"

"I'm right here." Reid walked into the room, and Penelope glared at him, barging past him as she left. Emily cleared her throat, "Alison quit last night, effective immediately. She no longer works for the BAU."

"What?" Tara whispered, "but, she loves this job, she wouldn't just leave."

"Well, she did. There's no case for today, so paperwork. That will be all." Emily left first, heading towards Garcia's office, leaving the rest of the team.

"She's really gone? She just.. left?" Spencer spoke first, picking up Allison's badge, confirming it was hers. "No, she wouldn't."

"It doesn't make any sense, she wouldn't just leave without saying goodbye." Luke sat down, picking up his phone, "what are you doing?"

"I'm giving her a call, might go and stop by her place." Luke rang her number, the call immediately going to voicemail, "I'm going to her place, her phone never goes to voicemail." He stood up quickly, but Rossi held a hand up, "wasn't she staying with you, Reid?"

The five of them looked at Reid, who stayed silent, "Alex is out of jail right? Didn't you say she could stay with you for the week until the restraining order is in place?" JJ asked, and Reid nodded his head.

"Well then, where is she?" Luke asked, taking a step towards Reid.

"She left."

"To where?" Matt demanded, staring at Reid from across the table, "I'm not sure."

"Why'd you let her leave without knowing where she's going! Alex promised he'd kill her when he got out, and you just let her go?"

"We got into an argument, I told her to leave."

"You told her to leave?" Rossi asked calmly, "Are you fucking stupid, Reid?" Matt shouted, grabbing his gun and badge, "if she's hurt in anyway, it's on you."

The door slammed open as Penelope and Emily ran in, "we have a problem."