#liitle nightmares

[quietplace26]

Has anyone ever played a game called The Closing Shift?

Meant to be MINE au (2)

It's been a few weeks since the Shibuya incident, and Akito was tryng to get by.

He was working at a small coffee shop.

It was a nice liitle place, but his boss was an ass, and his coworkers were useless. The customers weren't any better either.

Akito also began to having nightmares as of recently.

From Mari dying in his arms, to Hannya's monsters tearing him apart, Akito's been having some very fucked up dreams.

But lately, the nightmares have change.

No longer was Akito attacked by monsters, no longer does he see a dead Mari, it was only EYES everywhere, watching him.

It would turn out later on that the nightmares weren't just nightmares. They were real.

Akito found this out the hard way when he started to noticed how his things were going missing or being moved. He even found a tiny camera hidden on his desk, pointing straight at his bed!

He's also getting the feeling his laptop and phone were bugged as well.

He tried to go to the police, but they didn't listen.

His boss wasn't much help either.

"Izuki, you're the dullest person I've ever meet! Like hell anyone would be interested in you!"

Akito didn't know what to do, who to turn to...

With a weary sigh, Akito rests his head on the counter in exhaustion.

One of his coworkers called in sick, so Akito had to take her place on the night shift.

Why did a coffee shop have to stay open all night?! It wasn't like someone was-

A bell jingled as the door opened.

Akito jerks up and quickly straightens his clothes out, turning to greet the customer.

The greeting cuts off when he saw who was at the door.

"KK..."

KK seemed equally as surprised to see him as well, and he wasn't alone.

Akito stared at the man with KK. He's never seen this guy before, but Akito had feeling on who he was.

"Ed, right? The one who talked to us over the phone?"

Ed gave Akito a polite nod.

After placing their orders, KK pulls Akito over to his and Ed's table, and makes Akito sit with them.

While they sat and relaxed, KK asked Akito how he's been doing.

Akito hestitates, but ends up telling the truth.

He tells KK, along with Ed, about the nightmares that turned out to be real, how no one believed him, and how he was scared out his mind, thinking that he was finally going crazy...

To his relief, both KK and Ed believed him, and they even offered to help him!

KK would help Akito find a new place to live, while Ed would check out Akito's devices, see if they were actually bugged or not.

Things were starting to look up for Akito!

[hogwartsambientfeverdream]

The story of a flower

H used to hate her freckles. Tiny little specks of colour splattered all over her face an her body. They always reminded her of how much she looks like her dad and not her mom. Her mother have them too, but not like her father. People would call her by her dad’s name when younger for fun, to point out how much they look like each other and how cute this is... She never really blamed or disliked him for that, she just really wanted to look like a different person.

It wasn’t the resemblance that bothered her though... She loves her dad. Besides, calling the kids by their parents names when younger to insinuate how much they look like them was quite frequent in her big family. Both her older cousins had the same fate with their father; But why did it botherd her so much? 

Her family is huge. She especially loved the summers because everyone would gather at their grandparents’ for at least 2 weeks. She loved it! Lots of cousins running around playing and screaming. Sure, they were not allowed to use magic but they would secretly hide from the parents and try out some stuff. The older ones would always show them new tricks and especially after starting to join Hogwarts. One time their grandfather caught them and he laughed proudly. She remembers that he started shedding some tears but no one else remembers that... But she could swear she saw it... 

She especially loved her older cousin. She loved him maybe as much as her sister. She was his protégée. He would always share secrets with her under the bedsheets long past bed time. He would always tell her the new spells he learned at school and would give her advice for when her time would come. He was the first one to talk to about the houses in Hogwarts. After her sister was sorted in Ravenclaw and her other cousin in Slytherin, she started fearing that she would not be sorted in Gryffindor either. Everyone anticipated for the kids to be sorted in Gryffindor, since there was a huge tradition with Gryffindor in their family. But everything changed with them. And then she started fearing about not sleeping next to her family at night. That Cristmas holiday, she told her cousin about it and that she had it for granted that she would sleep closely to him or her sister so that they could protect her if she had any bad dreams. He laughed in the most sweet way possible and hugged her.

“I’m pretty sure you will be sorted in Gryffindor don’t worry...”, he said

“But how do you know? We said the same for everyone else and now what?”, 10year old H answered.

“The thing is though, that after entering Hogwarts and understanding how things work, I personally never anticipated for them to be sorted in Gryffindor.. I was sad that I would not play Quidditch in the same team as my brother, sure, but he does indeed belong to Slytherin. And the same goes for your sister.. She does indeed belong to Ravenclaw... Even your mom did, i think, but that’s another story. But you are different that them.. You are truly brave.. You haven’t realised it yet but you are...”

She felt better at that time and she slept very well... For once she didn’t have any nightmares that night. But then she started thinking about it... But why? Why was she brave? And how can you tell from an 10 year old kid that they are brave...

The summer before entering Hogwarts she realised what her cousin was talking about. It all came together. Being annoyed by the resemblance to her dad, relatives calling her by his name, the nightmares... And then for the first time, she expressed to her mom something that never made sense to her.

It was around June. Her sister and cousins had not yet come back from Hogwarts. It was Saturday. She remembers because her mom wasn’t at work. She was home cooking, while she was there at the kitchen with her drawing. Her dad was not there... She doesn’t remember why.. Maybe something to do with his job... The sun was very bright and their home was full of light. She, as always, was drawing her mother’s colourful plants.

“Mom, why am I not named after a flower?”, she asked while finishing the small lavenders at her drawing paper.

“What do you mean, sweetheart?”, her mother turned to her quite confused..

“Well, you know... Both Lily and Rose are named after flowers, right? Why not me?”

“Because, you are a bo...”, Hermione stopped her phrase almost scared. But not scared of what H meant, but scared that she would harm her own child... “What do you mean by that, love? James and Albus are not named after flowers...”, she said smiling while she approached her and holded her little hands gently.

“Well, yes I know that... But, I am not like them... I am like Lilly and Rose... I am like my sister, right?”, H answered.

Hermione looked at her child with all the love she has ever felt for anyone and smiled at her.

“Yes love, your are like them”, she said and hugged her.

That night H couldn’t sleep. She got up and left her room. At first she went to Rose’s room and laid down on her bed. She often did this when Rose was away at Hogwarts. Her room calmed her. It was like she was there hugging her and reassuring her that the nightmare was only a bad dream and nothing else. But even then she couldn’t sleep. 

She got up again and decided to go to her parents’ room to sleep with them like how she would snuggle in between them when she was a little kid. As she was approaching the room she saw the light turned on and she heard someone crying soflty. When she finally approached the half opened door she saw her mother crying and her dad holding her compassionately.

“It’s ok, we love her and she knows that! Everything will be fine! As long as she has us by her side everything will be fine!”, her dad said

“No, it’s not that easy... You don’t understand! The Wizarding World is sooo closed minded and ignorant! I had to fight for elves rights only recently in the ministry! We had to fight for blood purity only 20years ago Ron! You know I love our world but muggles are far ahead in those things! James and his friends were ridiculed when they joined Wizarding Pride in Hogsmeade! And even that only happened 5 years ago! And let’s not start thinking about the absence of laws relevant to these matters! They will make her life a living hell!”, Hermione said in pure agony still not able to hold her tears...

Ron was looking at her troubled, realizing how true everything that Hermione said was true. Memories of his, words, jokes, weird looks... Everything... The wizarding world was extremely ignorant in those matters... Even he was, before spending time traveling in the muggle world with Hermione. She was right... Things were getting a little better and that’s all thanks to new muggle-born kids entering the community, but still... Maybe for gay people sure, but not for trans... And especially not for trans kids like H. 

“What are we going to do?”, he said with a sad face while his eyes were beginning to tear up.

“I trust no one here.. Believe it or not... I am going to London first thing on Monday... I’ll start making calls tomorrow morning in case we know any specialist in London already familliar with our world... If not, then I don’t care even if I am arrested for accidentally revealing myself... Right now we have no time searching if anything like that is possible the magical way... I don’t trust it... I am going back to where I am more familiar with...”, she answerded, and for the first time H saw an unfamiliar determination in her mother’s eyes... Her mother was always driven and vigorous in what she wanted to do, but this time was different. "And it's not just that... We also need to find a way even for us.. For the whole family. We need to talk to your parents, your siblings... Everyone.. This is not going to be easy you know...", she continued.

“I know. I think Rose is already there... Long before H talked... The same goes for James, too. I think the bigger part will be my parents. They will need some time but I think they will understand and accept the situation.”, Ron said and looked at Hermione with love and realisation. “But either way, we will make it! We will make it together, as we always did! And as for the laws you mentioned, that means we have a new fight ahead of us! But we will make it! Things will change no matter what! There are already people out there talking about these matters. Ideas are already been pushed forward... We will help to make the change happen!”, her dad answered equally determined.

She want back to her sister’s bed feeling sad but happy at the same time... Sad because she couldn’t understand what the problem was and because she saw for the first time her mother crying and even almost her dad; but still happy, because she felt more loved than any other day, even though they didn’t tell her anything, they didn’t even realise that she was listening to them. She laid down under her floral sheets and looked outside the window. Hugging her purple teddy bear, she peacefully fall asleep while gazzing at all the hortensias, roses and azaleas on the ledge. 

The next few days were busy. Her parents were all over the place and they often called her grandparents to take care of her while away for business. At first they acted a liitle strange for some reason she could not understand... Although she was finally happy to hear them call her H and not by her birth name. After around 10 days or maybe 2 weeks, her mom told her that they would go to London together.

And so they did. She always loved going to the muggle world. Grandpa always talked about how fascinating muggles are, her mom was muggle born and even uncle Harry used to live there when he was younger. Her, James and Lily would have the best time exploring the muggle world.

She was so excited! Her mom said that they would visit a friend of her’s and have a picnic outside in the sun. She wore her favorite pink curduroy trousers which Rose gave her and her favorite little backpack, on which she had embroidered litlle lavenders with her grandma. 

The day was amazing and it passed without her realizing it. They had rasberry juice and fruit salad. They discussed a lot of fascinating things and she really liked her mother’s friend. He was a doctor and he was very sweet and funny. He even gave her a little bracelet which he made with seashells that he had gathered from his travels around the mediterranean. 

On the way home her mom picked some pretty flowers for her.

“Did you have a good time today?”

“Yeah! It was really nice actually! And your friend was really funny! I really liked him!”, H answered with a calm smile on her face.

“That’s really great to hear, you know. We will be seeing him in the future for quite some time, if that’s ok with you”, Hermione smiled back relieved that she made a good choice. Luna is always trustworthy in those matters.

“So, about the conversation we had earlier... Does that mean I can have a flower name too?”, H turned to her mother full of anticipation.

“Of course! This is the first thing we will take care of!”, Hermione answered happily. “You can pick any name you like, sweetheart! At any time. No rush.”, she said as she caressed her little hand lovingly.

The following September she boarded the Hogwarts Express holding hands with James and Rose. They sat side by side in the cabin with the rest of her cousins and she didn’t even realise when they had arrived. This was the first day that she met so many new people, which she loved because she got to introduce herself with her beautiful flower name. 

And then, it was time for the sorting ceremony. She was quite afraid, but then she remembered what James told her last year. Besides, Weasleys nowadays were sorted all over, not ony Gryffindor, which meant that even if she was not sorted where she wanted, she would at least be with family. 

“Hortensia Granger-Weasley”, the professor announced and she immediately rushed to the stool while looking at Rose, who was looking at her nearly crying of how proud she was of her little sister.

“Hah! We have the younger Granger-Weasley! Hmmm!!! The decision is quite clear, yees! I think GRYFFINDOR will learn so much from you and your bravery!”, the hat yelled and she ran straight to James’ open arms.

Years later and she eventually came to terms with her freckles. Nowadays she loves the fact that she looks like her dad, whom she objectively finds quite handsome. Nowadays she knows why she hated the freckles in the first place, and the resemblance, and the fact that everyone called her “Little Ron”.

Thanks to her parents and the new found community of people like her, which in a way started considering a second family, though, she can be the girl she is. It wasn’t without struggles, however. It took her parents’ and uncle’s power fuelled by a huge wave of protests of queer wizarding people to pass new bills. And she was lucky that her family is so influential. During the time that her mother was raging in the ministry trying to find files that she could use, she found a lot! Suggestions for equality bills, for gender recognition laws, for abolition of gender dormitories in Hogwarts, complaints of mistreatment of younger queer wizards, accusations of violence and other similar records. Nothing had passed. The wizarding community in the U.K was so conservative in those issues that had even caused individuals or even whole wizarding families to move somewhere else, more friendly and accepting of their loved ones. Even gay people of power (most of them closeted) kept their mouth shut publically so that they would not lose their influence. And that was sad to say the least, her parents thought, especially considering the impact their voice could have in the wizarding community. 

The wizarding world was finally changing, but not without important losses. It took so many years but queer wizarding people could finally start to breath more freely. The fight was not over, but at least they had hope. And hope gave them strength to keep on fighting!

P.S.: The idea for a trans character in my fanfiction pieces was formed when J.K.Rowling first retweeted some problematic stuff, back in December. I wanted to right it back then, but hey.. laziness... hehe... I always wanted to implement more queer characters (Adrianne is one) but I never had clear ideas of who and how. 

If you think that what i did is offensive to the source material, truly, i don’t care. If you did not like it just leave. This is not the fanfic for you. I am not here to debate trans issues with people who don’t get it. All I want is to celebrate LGBTQIA+ people, and i will be happy to discuss with queer people who have thoughts. 🦋💖

As for the whole J.K.Rowling recent story, i have this to say. The wizarding world does not belong to J.K.Rowling anymore! It belongs to everyone! The Harry Potter universe is so alive because of the fans and no one else! The fans preserve the spark with their art and fanfiction! And this is evident, since no one listens to what Rowling says anymore about the lore! The wizarding world was made quite conservative due to its author but the acceptance, inclusivity and change comes from the fans. We are the ones who wrote fanfics about gay couples and characters of colour, we are the ones that imagined ourselves in the story, not J.K. . Wizarding World is not Rowling’s anymore, it’s ours! So no matter what she says and what she believes we will continue to do what we do best! Expand the boundaries of the consrvative world she had once created and make it fully our own. 

Happy Pride Month everyone

Love 💖🧡💛💚💙💜

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Upcoming Discussions?

Hello There! I will be making a post on Friday about a recent game that came out called Little Nightmares. So if you have questions prepare them and if you haven't started theorizing than you better start!

This game has a ton of content to go over and analyze, so if you haven't played or watch the game I suggest you do so. You will not regret it.

[candadoan]

home

Cant count how many times i get back to my hometown just to heal and feel myself again. I go home so often, probably once a month. My friends joke on me for that, but I dont really care. They dont live my life, dont pay my bills, dont feel what I can feel, so they dont know.

Living far from my family for more than 4 years, what i can learn is to value and love my family more. Times flies, life changes, there are so many scary things between humans and diseases keeps happening. We don’t know when we will say goodbye. So instead of being in a strange place, talking to strangers, I prefer going home. I want to spend my life with my favorite people, see their happy faces, laugh together. If everything goes like that, I think I am the happiest person. I think I had had an awful past life because i usually have nightmare of being alone in a corner or running away from murders. I think I used to be a lonely soul. But now Im lucky to have my family in real life. I’ve gotta enjoy it, and protect it at any cost. 

I love how every member in my family communicate with each other. We all dont know how to express love haha. So we often troll, joke and sometimes being little strict. But those are love. I love how my parents laugh. They look happy, and I just want to freeze the moment forever. 

I love how my grandma being so cute and when she thanks me for a good food im giving. I love how we share a bed because I cant sleep alone. I love how she secretly covers me with a blanket at the midnight when the temperature gets colder. I love how she wakes me up too early in the morning and say “it’s already 8am” (but it’s actually 6)

I am thankful also when I have an elder brother and an elder sister. They are both older than me. We usually fight. But they always give me good things, buy me food and give me money. So lucky to have these 2 big asses protecting and supporting me. I know they care for me, and I do, too. It’s good to know 2 of you at this life. I am always thankful for this.

I am also thankful to have my 3 nephews. They are all good kids and all being healthy. They love me, kiss me and call my name all the time. I love how their tiny hands hold my hands. They are so warm and cute. I want to be a good auntie to protect these liitle childs.

I am also grateful to have my Tarot team and my past dogs and cats. I know you all love me and i love you too, from the bottom of my heart. Meeting you all in this life is my hornor. I hope one day we will meet again, somewhere, I will hug and kiss you. I apoplogise for my childishness and my cold to you guys sometimes. I know i dont deserve much. but i always pray with God and beg him to protect you guys. You all are my family.

Finally, I am grateful that God and spiritual power is kind to me, support me and protect my family. From the deepest of my heart, I always have a grateful mind for you!

[ao3feed-stucky]

All Sinners A Future, All Saints A Past

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2nO1XSK

by BlackUnicorn

Steve Rogers was dead. He had died the moment Bucky had fallen off the train but Captain America had lived on and not even a plane crash and 70 years of cold and ice could change that, leaving him stranded in a new century. A new world. But it was fine. It really was. As long as he didn't let himself think. Or sleep. And then, one day, Bucky came back.

Words: 1686, Chapters: 1/13, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of A Symphony Of War

Fandoms: Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Howling Commandos, Nick Fury, Peggy Carter

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Additional Tags: Steve Rogers and the 21st Century, Bucky Barnes and the 21st Century, Bucky Barnes Recovering, Bucky Barnes Remembers, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Bucky Barnes Has Issues, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Steve Rogers Needs a Hug, Depressed Steve Rogers, Protective Steve Rogers, steve is Not Okay, But He Pretends To Be, Hurt, Angst, Comfort, B.A.R.F. | Binarily Augmented Retro Framing, Sam Wilson Is a Good Bro, POV Alternating, Not Canon Compliant, Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Avengers Tower, Tony Being Tony, but he wants to help, Nightmares, Getting Together, Getting Back Together, True Love, Mental Breakdown, Aftermath of Torture, Aftermath of Violence, Suicidal Thoughts, Memories, Natasha Romanov Is Not A Robot, Bisexual Steve Rogers, Gay Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers Needs Help, Steve Is A Liitle Shit, But No One Sees It, except Bucky, Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers Friendship, Stucky - Freeform, Hydra (Marvel), S.H.I.E.L.D., Canon-Typical Violence, Crying, Lots of Crying, Did I Mention Angst?, Angst with a Happy Ending, because I'm weak, Bucky Barnes deserves nice things, Steve Is Nice Things

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[virgo-89]

Kiyôtêw (Ch 7)

Main Characters: Jane (OFC) x Declan Harp

Other characters: Outlander & Frontier Characters

Summary: A new beginning for Jane and Declan as they try to figure out how to be together after being alone for so long. How will they navigate life together and with ghosts from the past?.  

Ratings & Warning: Mature language and sexual content.

CH 7. Mâcipaýiwin

word count: 7600+

The journey to Fort James went by faster than expected we managed to get there a week early because of the good weather. I got to know Michael a bit more. He started as a thief in London with a girl named Glena. In an attempt to rob a ship, he ended up on Benton’s ship and then came to Fort James. He was originally hired to trick Declan so that Benton could kill Declan, but then joined Declan in the fight against the HBC. It was very fascinating to hear the story from another perspective. He and Sokanon were expecting and I was excited to meet Sokanon as she was the only remaining relative to Declan. From what I was told, by Michael, Declan sounded like he was a different person before I met him. Michael had even said that Declan seemed less burdened. He didn’t know if it was from finally being able to avenge his wife and children’s deaths; or if it was because he had finally let go of Grace or if it was after meeting me. I felt an emotional pang in my chest at the mention of her name. I knew I shouldn’t have felt jealousy, but it was hard not to. After everything I had been told I was more angry than jealous, it was the fact that she had put Declan into so many compromising situations because of her own greed and ambitions. Declan and I were starting to figure things out as a couple, both of us had been alone for so long that having another person around was different. It was getting easier to understand his silences and his expressions. There were moments where I knew he was shutting me out and that is where our fights would stem from, but they wouldn’t last long. We would eventually calm down and get over it. Most of our nights were spent sleeping from the long days of travel, but we would find times to get away from Michael to be together. It was exciting sleeping under the stars all the time, but the nightmares of Captain Barlow would wake me before I could get a full night’s rest, so it was hard to get good sleep. To keep myself busy and my mind off of the trauma I spent a lot of time looking for herbs and other medically useful plants along the way. Claire always taught me to be on the lookout. I had a healthy collection to the point where I took up a bit more of the wagon than Declan liked. “do you have to collect so many plants?” Declan asked a liitle annoyed as I put some more echinacea into a ceramic jar. “The next time you have achy joints you’ll thank me.” I said back to him ignoring his tone. “This is the third time we have stopped, Jane.” He said trying to reason with me. “I’m sorry I just need to stock up before Fort James so I can help those that are hurt or sick.” I said smiling at him making puppy dog eyes to win him over. He looked at me and grinned and then rolled his eyes. “alright c’mon get in we should be at the Fort in a couple of hours.” He turned back to face forward. I got in next to him and we were off. It was the afternoon and I could see that we were approaching the gates to Fort James and I spotted Murtagh chatting with another man who I assumed to be Scottish as he was wearing a red and black tartan. I jumped off the wagon and ran to him. “Murtagh!” I called to him.

Full Chapter here

[ecotone99]

Tattoos

My parents tell me that tattoos are useless and a waste of money, but personally, I think it defines who you are. Me? I'm wild, young, smart, reckless and energetic. I was thinking of getting a tattoo now that I'm 19. I searched up tattoo artists, and found one half a mile away. But this one looks shady, like those underground shops no one has ever heard before. They say they only appear once every 5 years. Sound like bullshit, but whatever, I'll give it try.

20 minutes later, I arrived at the alley where the tattoo parlor's supposed to be. Someone tapped my shoulder.

*You're Daniel?

*Yes, why?

*Tom, customer #2436!

A door appears behind me out of nowhere, and I don't know how did I not see that. I sit on the chair in the middle of the room. Lots of neon lights and smells like vanilla vape and weed. Next to me is another chair and a table with needles and ink of all sorts of color.

*Close your eyes and tell us what kind.

*What?

*Just do it.

*Uhmm... A skeleton near my neck.

*Ok. Don't open your eyes and we'll do the rest.

I laid there while the drew what I said. It was painful, but I tried to ignore the blistering pain. I tried to take a peek, and saw them working on my tattoo. I closed my eyes and try not to think about it too much.

1 hour? An hour and half? Can't tell. Almost doze off.

*Done.

I looked at my skeleton. It looks so real. Flaming skull, wailing arms trying to catch something. It's really cool.

*Wait, something's not right.

*What?

*You peeked, didn't you?

*Well yeah, a liitle bit.

*Bitch, I told you don't peek.

*Clara, We gotta go!

*Fuck it, kid, you're on your own

She shoved me out of door and slammed it. I brush off the dirt in my shirt as I stand up. I looked back and saw the door gone. Well, at least I got my tattoo.

I had a nightmare. I was engulfed in flames and I was trapped in a glass box, and all I could do was scream in pain and agony as the fires of hell engulf me. I woke up, catching my breath, sweating like I ran 2 marathons. It felt real and I still feel the heat in my head.

I had another nightmare. Hands strangling me to death in my neck. Whenever I wake up, I would always had the mark of a hand in my neck.

This hellish cycle continued for days, weeks. I tried everything but it never worked. I remembered what Clara said. Her warning. I went to the bathroom to see my tattoo changed. The flame was gone, so does the hands. I panicked. I didn't know what to do. I had to get rid of the tattoo but how?! Removing it with lasers is expensive. And if I don't do something about it, I'll die of insanity.

I looked around for objects around me.

All I could find is a knife.

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