#that's not something you just forgive someone over????

[buckboi]

Angsty Little Coda to 7.6 because I couldn’t get the look on Margaret Buckley’s face out of my head but don’t worry it has a happy ending

*Now edited and on Ao3*

G / 1k / TW for bad parents

“Evan, have you got a moment?” 

Five words from his mother and Buck falls off cloud nine and crashes back to nineteen years old.

But Chimney’s alive and okay. Maddie’s glowing beside him in her gown. Everyone’s chatting and eating the overpriced (but admittedly delicious) wedding cake. It feels like a family gathering, and Buck won’t cause a scene in front of his family.

“Yeah, sure,” he says. Tommy gives his hand a gentle squeeze. Says I’ll be right here with just his eyes. Buck squeezes back, and follows his mom into the corridor.

“Come here.” She pulls a tissue from her pocket with one hand, grabs his chin with the other and starts wiping away the soot Tommy had left on his face when they reunited. “So. What’s all this then?”

It’s a trap, he knows.

“What’s all what?” he deflects.

“All this.” She waves her hand at his face, then towards the hospital room where Tommy is visible through the glass door. “You’re an adult now, Evan. I thought you knew better than to upstage your sister on her wedding day.”

Oh great. Accused of doing exactly what he’s trying not to do. It would be funny if it wasn’t frustrating.

“Second wedding,” he mutters under his breath. Just because Maddie was happy to forgive her parents for missing the first one, doesn't mean Buck has to let it go too.

“Excuse me?”

“I said she knows,” he corrects. This is a happy day. Chim is alive. Maddie is beautiful. Tommy is waiting for him. Things are good. He’s not arguing with his mother. “Maddie. I told her about Tommy weeks ago. She was the first person I told, actually. And she told me to bring him to the wedding, if I wanted to. The only one here who seems to have a problem with it is you.”

His mom scoffs at that, and lets go of his face.

“I’m not homophobic.”

“I didn’t say you were.”

“I just don’t think it’s right, springing it on your father like that.” She tuts at him. Like he’s nineteen, fifteen, twelve, eight years old. He almost liked it when she was disappointed in him. At least she was paying attention. “He’s getting older. His heart.”

“You think me having a boyfriend is going to give dad a heart attack?” He laughs at the absurdity of it all. “Do you think we should get him outta that room before he realizes Hen and Karen are lesbians?”

“Evan.” How she manages to say his name with some much judgment when she’s the one who names him, he’ll never know. “It’s different. When you find out your own child has been lying to you for years. And all those girls you’d string along...”

She looks hurt, but not angry, which is its own kind of fucked up. It’s not fair. She doesn’t get to be sad about this.

Not when things are finally feeling good, and safe, and right. When Tommy feels right.

“I wasn’t lying.” It’s maybe more of the truth than she deserves.

“I don’t see how that can be true if you’re gay.”

“Well I’m bi, actually. And I only just-“ he scrubs a hand over his face, probably spreading the soot around worse. “It’s a recent development, okay? That’s why people didn’t know. ‘Cause it’s new. And Tommy and I are taking it slow.”

“I suppose that’s a first for you too, Evan?” she snipes and it’s goddamn unfair because who is she to ask him that? To judge his life when she’s never so much as pretended to take an interest in it?

He has options, now. He could storm off. He could say something worse. He could say something worse, something about dead children and how they can’t disappoint you like the ones who are still alive and then storm off.

She’s not worth it, says a voice in his head. It sounds a lot like Eddie, and Bobby; like Maddie, and Chim, and Hen, and Tommy.

Like someone who actually cares about him.

“Can we just… not?” he asks, and for a second Buck thinks she might actually refuse. Might force the point, but she lets out an unnecessarily weary sigh and nods. “Can’t we go back to the party, and enjoy what’s left of the day?”

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I want that?” Buck doesn’t even attempt to answer that one. “Just let me get you looking respectable again and we can go back.” She grabs at his face once more.

“Buck! Chim wants you back for a team photo,” Maddie says, bursting out of Chimney’s room in a cloud of tulle. Just in time to witness his humiliation. Great. “Aww, you’re wiping it off?” 

“Of course he is,” their mom says. She’s scratching at his face with the tissue. Speaking for him like he can’t answer on his own. “It’s your wedding, Maddie. I won’t let him show you and Howard up.”

Buck takes a deep breath and smiles thinly as his sister furrows her brows.

“Oh, well, Chim said he wanted a photo with your face all dirty.” She laughs sweetly, and grabs Buck’s arm. “He wants to capture every detail of the day.” 

“Oh,” Buck says eloquently as he lets his sister pull him back into Chimney’s room. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright,” she assures him.

“No it isn’t,” Chim cuts in from his bed. “Tommy, again. I want that photo!”

And Buck laughs, because it’s silly, and because he knows his family loves him. He asks, “Do we have to?” not because he doesn’t want to, but because it’s Maddie and Chim’s day, and he never wanted to steal their spotlight, even for a moment.

“Oh absolutely you do, Mister,” Maddie tells him, with just enough tease that he knows she wouldn’t force it if he protested. “Our wedding, our rules.”

Buck has no interest in protesting, instead he turns towards Tommy, who’d been a shockingly good sport about this. Buck’s sure he’s exhausted; probably desperate to get back to his apartment and shower off the day. Kinda wants to join him there if he’s being completely honest with himself.

“Well?” Tommy asks, interrupting his steamy fantasy.

Buck bites his lip like he's a teenager again.

“Hi.”

“H-“ Buck interrupts Tommy’s reply with his lips, far softer than before.

He’ll never ask how his mom reacted - whether she rolled her eyes, or pursed her lips or looked, even for a moment, proud of him - but Buck’s family cheers and jeers and whistles their support.

And he feels free.

[zephyrchama]

“Don’t,” you warned Lucifer. You saw that self-assured grin on his face. You knew what he was planning.

“What? I just came to see what you were doing.” He leaned on your shoulder with enough weight to tilt you several inches sideways, no matter how much you pushed back. “Don’t mind me, carry on.”

“Don’t you have more important things to do?” you retorted, but it was too late. The others were catching on.

“Hey, hey! What’s going on?” Mammon came over and pushed against your other shoulder, tilting you back upright. “What are two of my favorite people doin’?”

You tried to shrug them both off, to no avail. “We’re not doing anything. We can stop this.”

You couldn’t stop it. Asmodeus was on his way and wasted no time crossing his arms over your back, happily leaning into you from behind. You tilted forward. “Hey! What’s happening here?”

You sighed, “we’re not doing this again.”

Asmodeus teased you with honeyed innocence, “doing what, hon? Something on your mind?”

These three demons thought they were so funny.

A passing Satan made eye contact with you. In that exact moment, you used every bit of imaginary telepathy you could muster. Surely Satan would understand. He could save you. He could free you before it really was too late.

He observed what his brothers were doing, nodded, and approached with a congenial grin. Mission failed.

“Traitor!” You regretted ever agreeing to join this exchange program as Satan slowly fell back into you. You didn’t even try to catch him, you were too busy trying to remain upright under the combined weight of four demons. They were hardly even holding back.

You couldn’t see who was running up, being too busy blowing Satan’s blonde hair out of your face, but at this point it didn’t matter. They were all coming for you.

“Let me in on this!” Leviathan said cheerily.

“Yeah!” “Come on!” Asmodeus and Mammon gladly made some room for Leviathan, which was difficult because you were sinking lower and lower, and you felt another weight pile onto your back as Levi cozied up to your torso. This scenario had played out enough times now that the brothers could somehow keep you from falling over like a Jenga tower, but it was still only a matter of time.

Belphegor squeezed his way in between Satan and Lucifer and wordlessly collapsed onto you as if overcome with narcolepsy. He sure looked cozy. He smirked while you lamented, “I’m never forgiving any of you, ever.”

“Beel? Are you coming?” Lucifer summoned the cherry on top of this ridiculous parfait. You braced as Beelzebub licked the crumbs off his fingers in preparation. He knew what had to be done.

“Are you ready?” At least he had the decency to ask, unlike six other degenerates. The six lumps of dead weight each grabbed a part of your body, shifting from leans to awkward hugs. There was no way to run.

With an exaggerated “hah!”, Beelzebub’s weight and outstretched arms were enough to send everyone crashing down. You were protected from any real damage by the shell of demon brothers, but they soon had you pinned down against someone’s chest in the world’s most embarrassing cuddle pile.

“Aren’t you guys too old for this?” you asked. “By like, ten thousand years?”

“We were just checking up on you,” Lucifer said.

“Yeah, how did this happen? Hmm..!” Asmodeus’s voice dripped with sarcasm.

Satan draped his leg over yours and not-so-accidentally kicked Lucifer. “You should have told us what you were doing.”

“I think it’s fun.” Belphegor was the only one to admit the truth.

Hands were running through your hair and over your stomach. Somebody was pushing the edge of your mouth up into a smile with their finger. If these guy were so touch-starved, they could have just said so, like sane people.

“My! What do we have here?”

You groaned, partially because everybody was really heavy and partially because you really didn’t need Diavolo to arrive just then.

“My lord, it appears we have walked in on something quite interesting.” Et tu, Barbatos?

”Indeed! Is there room for two more?”

Your “no!” was drowned out by seven resounding yeses.

[psuedosugu]

suguru still remembers the moment he realized he fell in love with you.

pt 1

notes: idk how i feel about thisuhhh also im gonna make a discord server so it better not flop 🙏🏾

- well, kind of. since the first day he met you, the day you two went to that boba shop, he had been absolutely captivated by you. your presence was angelic, light and fluffy. there were so, so many moments where you displayed traits that he came to love about you, but one seemed to stick out to him.

the two of you were staying after in class, the building nearly empty besides the two of you, finishing something, something that suguru couldn’t recall (it was far from the most notable thing in that memory, anyways.) eventually you two sidelined into a different conversation. “so, you’ve been here for about…a month?” a month. only a month, but it had felt like so much longer to him. it felt like he had known you his whole life, like you two had somehow been intertwined from the start. “how are you liking it here so far..?” he asked.

you thought it over. “its…different. different than i expected. in a good way, though.” “yeah?” “yeah. its definitely better than back home though.” you paused at that, smile faltering just a bit. “what happened back home?” suguru asked, immediately regretting it after. wasn’t that an invasion of privacy? what if you didn’t wanna share? was he pressuring you? “you don’t have to tell me,” he quickly added.

“no, no, its fine.” you assured him. “my parents were just…” you sigh, “they weren’t really that happy at me being a sorcerer. they actually thought i was possessed up until i was scouted, and they hated me for it, i guess. i think they still do.” suguru looked at you with sympathy in his eyes. “im..im sorry. you don’t deserve that.” you shrugged. “its not like its their fault.” “it is their fault, though.” he said, “no one should hate their child for something they can’t control.” you stayed silent.

“well,” you started, “its not like they knew. they didn’t know anything about sorcery, or curses. that makes them susceptible. at first i was mostly here because i was scared that i would hurt someone on accident with my technique, but now? i want to do something, i want to help people, you know?” suguru thought it over for a bit, and then nodded slowly. “i know what you mean.” you shrug, and maybe that was it for him.

you were so pure and selfless, forgiving, the type of person he wished he was. the rest of the night was a blur to him, as you both returned to your respective dorms, but the thought of you, you, you stuck with him throughout the night.

[iamyourdailydoseofbi]

Hello dear, "will you pray for me" will have a second part? bc the first is magnificent 😋🫣

WILL YOU PRAY FOR ME? ( House of the Dragon x Reader ) Pt. 2

AUTHOR NOTE! Yes. I need to write more of Aegon so that I can make the perfect mix of TV SHOW and BOOK! Aegon for my fic, 'THE CONQUEROR REBORN'. [ Yes that is me shamelessly promoting it. Check out the link for it in my previous posts. ] <3 pairing: DARK! Aegon ii Targaryen x Fem! Hightower! Reader prompt: Aegon returns back from the Battle of Rook's Rest, seeking comfort from his bride-to-be. Only then does chaos ensure. word count: 1, 298+ words

As soon as he had left the Sept. You prayed, and prayed, and prayed to whoever would listen to your sobs and prayers. It did not matter if it was the Gods of Old, New or the forgotten ones. A twisted part of you praying that Aegon did not survive the battle, that he would be dead. That you would be spared of being his second wife. You did not wish for it. To be married to him nonetheless, not when the glint in his eyes made it clear that it would not be a pleasant marriage. 

When the aching of your knees grew too much from praying for hours on end, you returned to the Red Keep. Hoping that Alicent or even Otto would confirm it was Aegon playing a cruel jest on you. But, when Alicent burst into tears, begging you to forgive her for not protecting you hard enough. It was then that you realized Aegon was being serious. Dead serious.

You would be his bride, his little thing, the thing he would use to warm his bed, to do whatever he wished. Not unless you found a way out of it, one that would keep your reputation still in tack. So lying about being a maiden would not work. Then, it clicked, a betrothal. 

Aegon would not be able to protest if you were already promised to another. The new task came in finding someone to marry you. Someone of decent standing, who would be willing to offer just enough protection from Aegon. That’s where Lord Redwyne came in. From a good House and standing, kind and loyal. A good ally to the Green’s. To lose him would be a costly thing. It was perfect. You were saved. 

Holding the hand of Lord Redwyne, you give him a gentle smile, happy that he was willing to take the burden of protecting you from Aegon. No matter how many times you had said your thanks, it felt like it would not be enough. Not many men would dare to do something like this for a woman, many saw women as things, not people. So for him to do such a thing showed that he either cared, or it was a matter of pride and defending his honor. 

Watching as the carriage slowly pulls into the courtyard, you shift in place, fear bubbling up within you. You did not know how Aegon would react. Would he yell? Would he get violent? Would he demand of you both to be thrown into the Black Cells? Feeling a gentle kiss be placed on your knuckles, you turn your head away, feeling at ease at the caring gaze of Lord Redwyne. Instantly feeling better, you look back, watching a now injured Aegon limp out of the carriage. 

“Rook’s Rest is ours. Now, where is Y/n, I wish to see my bride.” Aegon states, a smug grin tugging at his lips. 

“Aegon, let us speak⎯” Alicent tries to interfere.

“No, Mother. Where is she?” Aegon cuts in, his voice cold. 

Not daring to speak up, you look him over carefully. His left side was wrapped in bandages, with tiny specs of burnt flesh peaking through. His armor was charred only on the left side, leaving you to guess that he had been attacked on the left side on dragonback. Feeling his predatory gaze shift onto you, you resist the urge to cower, using Lord Redwyne as a shield. 

“What is this?” Aegon states an unnerving lack of emotion in his voice. 

“I am betrothed to Lord Redwyne, your grace. I am unable to marry you as my hand is already taken, your grace.” You explain, hoping it would be enough to deter him.

“No.” He states, “No.” 

No? Was he honestly just saying no like it would change anything?

“Ser Cristion, kill Lord Redwyne, dispose of his body how you see fit. Lady Y/n will be coming with me to my chambers.” Aegon states, almost as if he was speaking of weather and not murder. 

Feeling the blood drain from your face at his casual orders, you turn to Ser Cristion, the Hand just as equally shell shocked. He was not serious, was he? He wouldn’t dare to kill Lord Redwyne, an ally of his, someone that he needed to win the war. This could not be happening. Looking between a stone-faced Aegon and Ser Crisiton, nobody moves or says a word. 

It was just palpable tension in the air that brewed in the stillness. Glancing over to Lord Redwyne, he only stares Aegon down, the two clearly size each other up. Surprisingly, Lord Redwyne doesn’t back down, still standing toe-to-toe with Aegon. Which only made the darkness in Aegon’s eyes grow more and more. 

“You can either break the betrothal with Lady Y/n and leave a living man, or I will kill you myself and still take her as my wife.” Aegon states, cutting the silence. 

No. No. No. This could not be happening. This was supposed to be your escape. Your way of getting rid of him.

“I suggest you pick the latter..” Aegon adds, “Before I decide that mercy is below me.”

“Your grace, you cannot be⎯”

“No, no, I am. Now, like I said, leave before I decide that mercy is below me.” Aegon argues, a dead serious look on his face. 

Looking at Lord Redwyne, you prayed that he would not back down, that he would stand up for you and refuse to let you become Aegon’s second wife. Feeling tears tickle up in your eyes, Lord Redwyne pulls your hand up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss on your knuckles. There was a glint, a glint of regret and sorry in his eyes and you just knew. He was going to leave you. 

He mutters a quick, ‘I am sorry, my Lady.’, before swiftly leaving you with Aegon.

“No..” You whisper, your voice so soft that it nearly went unnoticed. 

“Wise choice, Lord Redwyne.” Aegon smirks, the feeling of doom crashing down on you.

“No..” You whisper, a single tear falling down your cheek. 

Holding back the tears that continued to bubble in your eyes, it took everything in you to not start sobbing as realty crashed down on you. No one, not even the most honorable men, would be willing to protect you from Aegon. You would be his bride. It would be happening whether you liked it or not. 

Feeling a bandaged finger brush against your cheek, you are snapped back to reality, remembering who stands next to you. Turning your head to go over and look at him, there is a smug smirk tugging at his lips, the healing burn scar just above his left eyebrow only making him look more sinister. 

“Come, my little bride. I need someone to tend to my wounds.” Aegon orders, dragging you by the wrist. 

----

@lovelykhaleesiii

@fragileheartbeats

@danytar

@nightvers

[makeitastrength]

Do you truly think they will get back together?

I really do, anon! With some other couples my answer wouldn’t be so confident, but Tim and Lucy have proven before that they have what it takes to make it through this.

Let’s start with Tim. Yes, he’s in a really bad place right now. But he’s shown us (and Lucy) over and over again that he’s able and willing to change. Every single time she’s called him out on his behavior, he has eventually accepted responsibility for it, learned from it, and changed it. Already, in the aftermath of this breakup, he’s accepted that he needs help. I fully anticipate that he will reach the point of being able to understand and accept what he’s done and take responsibility for it as well and work to make sure it doesn't happen again.

He’s also earned Lucy’s trust before. At the beginning she didn’t trust him at all - justifiably, given how volatile he was. But as he healed, he became someone she could trust on the job. And eventually outside of the job. She’s seen him change. She knows he’s capable of it. And I think once they’re communicating better and she understands what triggered him to walk away from her, she'll also be able to see that he's putting in the work to ensure he doesn't stay in this place where he might make the same decision again. With that understanding and seeing the changes, she'll be able to begin rebuilding trust.

And let’s not forget (something @timandlucy pointed out to me earlier) that Tim forgave Isabel. She disappeared, stole from him, lied, and cheated, yet Tim was willing to forgive her. He knows what it's like to be in that position. And again, I think once he’s in a better place, he’s going to understand that Lucy now has to do what he once did and that it’s not going to be easy.

Along those lines, let's talk about Lucy. From day one, it's been made clear that empathy is a core piece of who she is. She understands that people make bad decisions when they're in a bad place, but that this doesn't define who they are as a person. She’s understands why people do the things they do. She believes people can change, and she believes in second chances.

And even though right now she doesn't fully understand how deep Tim's issues run, she still knows him. She knows he struggles with his feelings and she knows he carries trauma that he hasn't dealt with. She knows he sometimes makes irrational decisions guided by his heightened emotions. She knows he struggles to ask for help.

But she also knows his heart. She knows he cares deeply. She knows he's willing to do anything for the people he loves (even if it's not actually the right thing to do). Tim is so scared of her finding out what he did and who he is - but the thing he can't see is that she already knows who he is. He says he can't give her what she needs, but again, she knows that's not true. Maybe right now he can't, but he is capable of it and she knows that, too. He just needs help getting to that place.

Is winning her trust back going to be easy? Absolutely not. And I don't want it to be. Lucy has every right to be hurt and angry and protective of her heart. She has every right to set boundaries and demand an adult conversation with him. You can be empathetic without being a pushover.

It's not going to be an easy journey and it's not going to be a quick one. It's gonna take a lot of communication and vulnerability and emotional maturity. But I really truly believe that once they can overcome these issues, they're going to be so much stronger.

(Sorry, that may have been a much longer answer than you were looking for. Long story short, yes. I do.)

[sunshine-and-moonshine]

Broken Hallelujah

Requested: No

Warnings: Female!Reader (Female genitalia and use of the word girl), Nun!Reader, Succubus!Valeria, fingering, the sapphic yearning of a nun and a succubus. Idk man, it’s actually pretty tame because everytime I thought about this idea my brain went fuzzy.

She was here again.

You could feel it, the fiery lustful stare that bore into your closed eyes. The almost non existent press of her body against yours, like she was floating just above you. You opened your eyes, once more expecting to see the brief flash of black hair and curved horns, hear the flap of leathery wings. But none of that this time, unusual for her. She liked having you know that she was there, a living ghost that haunted your steps. Ice cold fingers trailing down the spokes of your spine, breathe hot like burning coals on the back of your neck as you laced your fingers together and prayed. Prayed for forgiveness from your sins, from the wet and wanton heat that dripped between your thighs, praying for salvation after fucking yourself to the sound of demonic giggles and the feel of ghost-like touches.

Praying for forgiveness for never asking for protection instead. Unable to even think the words, unwilling to think them. Because you knew deep in your heart, in your bones, in your soul.

You didn’t want her gone.

You liked having her around. Liked her touches, her voice, her heat. You liked the little glimpses you could get of her, lingering in your shadow, the silhouette of her fingers entangling with hers. For the first time in a very long time, you felt full. Full of warmth and want and devoid of the pain and loneliness that had often plagued your heart. Those feelings were what drove you towards your faith. The idea that even when scorned by the people around you, there was someone that loved you. Even if just one person that you could never see or feel or hear, someone cared. Cared enough to die for you, take you into their arms some day when your time was up.

But she was none of those things. She was solid, though not always visible. But you knew she was there. You didn’t have to have faith when you knew the facts of her. When she, at times, felt more real than you or the people around you did.

“Mi Sol.” The wind whispered, curling in your ear and sending heat running down your spine. Sinful pleasure unlike anything else.

“Mi Luna.” You whispered back, shuddering when you felt something akin to claws running down your back, the scratch of them burning pleasantly. You couldn’t help but imagine those same nails running over your belly, along your breasts, against your throat. Leaving trails of blood in their wake.

Temptation. As sweet as it was sinful.

You shuddered in the sudden absence of her warmth, a pitiful whine catching in your throat, choking you like the noose the devil wrapped around your throat when he sent his demoness to haunt your shadow.

You forced a breath, fingers shaking when you reached for the veil placed on your nightstand. Black fabric just within reach before it was suddenly thrown across the room, concealed in a corner too dark to be seen by the light of your candle.

“Mi sol.” She growled again, more insistent, and you could feel her breath like fire against the crook of your neck, her plush lips dragging up to wrap around your lobe, wet tongue sliding along your flesh. “Mía. Mía. Mía.”

“Mi Luna.” You whimper, thighs twitching when your nightgown seems to lift all on its own, invisible fingers ghosting along the band of your underwear, the tips dipping under the elastic to trail over the curve of your belly, petting down the soft hairs that lay there.

“What is it you want, Mi Sol?” She asks, sharpened teeth pricking at your skin, sure to draw blood if you moved even slightly. “You have to tell me. You have to say it.”

“I can’t.” Is your weak reply, one that earns you a sharp bite to the meat of your shoulder, forcing a heavy cry from your lips.

“You have to say it, Mi Sol.” She hisses, warm fingers sliding lower, combing through the thick patch of curls between your legs before descending even lower, just barely out of reach of that bundle of nerves at the apex of your sex. “You have to say it or I can’t give you what you want.”

“I can’t.” You try to persist, swiftly punished with a hard pinch to your aching clit that had you crying out with pain, hips jerking forward.

“You can.” She says, and you could practically hear the condescending sneer she must be wearing on her face. “And you will.”

It was the last thing she said before ripping your underwear from you, calloused fingertips immediately zeroing in on your twitching hole, rubbing around it in loose circles, playing with the wetness that laid there while her other hand moved to cup your breast, weighing it in her hand before giving it a firm squeeze that had you shaking.

“So beautiful, Mi Sol.” She hummed, thumbing at your hardened pearl for only a moment before stopping, almost pulling her whole hand away when your whole body twitched and you tried to reach for her invisible fingers. “So beautiful, and all mine to do with as I please.”

The words made you choke, as did the slick fingers she shoved into your mouth, the taste of your own essence staining your tastebuds, pressing down on your tongue under you obediently started to lap at them, arousal making your cheeks warm.

“Beautiful girl. Prettiest thing I’ve ever met in my long life.” Valeria whispered, raking her nails down your breast before pressing her fingers into the divots between your ribs, feeling the reverberation of your rapid heartbeat, the heat of your skin through the cloth. “Gorgeous thing.”

You whimpered, head tilting back to let your moans flow free, thighs twitching and jerking when she pulled her fingers from your mouth to press them against your tight hole, two fingers, too fast and too quickly, the stretch burning without the proper foreplay beforehand.

“Say it.” She huffed, prying her fingers apart inside your slick walls, cool air tickling your insides.

“Mi Luna.” You whine, shaking your head, red hole contracting around her, begging for her to ease up on her harsh attentions.

“Yes, Mi Sol?” She says, an encouraging coo as she closes her fingers again, curling them to stroke at that little spot inside you that had you drooling. A reward, motivation to keep going.

“I want you.” You say, voice breaking on a sob when she growled, fingers going rougher and faster, her other hand clawing at the bodice of your gown desperately. “I-I only want you, Mi Luna. You’re all I need, please please please please-”

Your orgasm crashes over you like a wave, rough and uncaring, sweeping you out to the murky sea, leaving you shivering and shaken. Disorienting you so much that you didn’t even notice her putting you on your back or tearing your nightgown off for better access to your body. Only coming to when she crawled above you, no longer invisible. Beautiful and proud, wings outstretched above you, eyes glowing in the dim light. Hunger shining in them, building dread in your belly.

“Did you think we were done?” She chuckled, quirking a brow in disbelief.

Your only response was to gulp, biting down on your already swollen bottom lip.

It would seem you really did make a deal with a devil. Not that you could find it in yourself to regret it.

[kakashi-miso]

I also have a short manga called "Bad Feeling" I translate all pages into English so everyone can read it.

Kakashi's thoughts: "When I panicked and used the rai-kiri to protect Rin from an enemy flying towards her, I received a deep wound in my side. A sharp pain pierced my body, leaving me no chance to stay on my feet for the next couple of hours. Apparently , there was poison on the kunai, just as I thought"

Rin: Kakashi!

Kaka: We retreat “My body failed me. I still fell to the ground. After that, I remember everything only in fragments.”

“It seemed to me that I was dying: Blood was soaking my clothes at high speed, the pain rang through my body with sharp sensations, as if my nerve endings were being torn from the inside. Damn hell.”

“I heard Rin’s voice so far away from me, although she was sitting next to me.”

"I heard another voice in the background. It seems that Teacher Minato is already here. He's 20 minutes late…"

"Quiet and Dark"

"Am I dead?"

“Is there nothing after death?”

"And I was wrong. Heart rate monitor" Rin: Kakashi! How are you I healed everything as best I could, but my skills were not enough to remove all the poison "I made her worry… After Obito died, she was scared by my pale appearance." Rin: You scared me quite a bit when you started to lose consciousness, but the doctor said it was because of the sharingan

Kaka: I'm fine “But despite this, there was still a bad feeling inside me. As if the danger was not yet over.” "As if something terrible will happen later" "Not now"

Minato: Wait, someone is coming

Comrade: Minato, are you sure that this is the enemy? Minato: "Oh no…"

Minato: Kakashi, can you hear me?! Minato: Take her and take her to Konoha Comrade: Yes, of course

Minato: I…

“I think it was terribly painful for the teacher to see this picture.” Minato: Forgive me, I didn't have time!

“But the terrible thing was that the bad feeling never left me. The anxiety inside continued to build up. I thought a lot about this feeling. But for two years I began to ignore it, and only then did I understand why this feeling would not let me go.”

"After that day it was empty"

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dance with the devil - part seventeen

Words: 761 | Rating: E | CW: mentions of blood, panic attacks | AO3

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The sidewalk is painful under Steve’s feet with the pace he sets himself at once he reaches the bottom of the stairs. He thinks, vaguely, that there are more footsteps echoing behind him as he runs, trying in vain to catch up. He doesn’t look back to see for himself.

Instead he just runs.

He runs until his chest burns with a different kind of fire, until his legs beg for him to stop, and then he runs some more. The streets are eerily empty, or maybe Steve’s just too far gone to notice the stares he’s getting as he runs. It doesn’t matter. All that matters is putting distance between himself and those around him. There’s something wrong with him and he isn’t safe to be around. He’s killed someone, probably two someones. There can’t be a third and there can’t be a chance of that third being Robin.

The sidewalk gives way to packed dirt and rocks. The buildings give way to trees. Steve doesn’t stop.

His foot catches a protruding root, sending him sprawling. A sob leaves his lips unbidden as he tries to draw in breaths through his heaving lungs. His whole body hurts anew, no longer trained for being pushed to those kinds of limits, and Steve can’t even find the strength to push himself back up again. He just lays in the dirt, sobbing but thankful to be alone.

There’s no one for him to hurt in the woods. Everyone he cares about is safe.

Hurried footsteps reach his ears, filling stomach with dread as they close in on where he’s fallen, but Steve still doesn’t have the strength to get up. Instead he just closes his eyes and wills the person to not notice him there.

“Steve!” Eddie’s voice echoes through the trees as the footsteps pick up with purpose. “Jesus H Christ, dude, you can’t just take off like that.”

Steve cracks one eye open to look up at Eddie as he kneels down, eyes trailing over Steve’s body as if he’s checking for injuries. He looks even more exhausted than he had in the apartment for a moment Steve feels bad about it, gearing up to tell Eddie to go away. But then it hits him. Eddie’s already dead. Steve can’t kill him a second, surely. Which makes Eddie safe to be around.

“S’not safe,” he mumbles. “Had to… keep them safe…”

It takes every bit of energy Steve still has to get the words out, and he isn’t even sure Eddie hears them. He closes his eyes again, ready to become one with the ground in his exhaustion when Eddie’s hand clutches his shoulder. It sends a shock through Steve’s body, pulling free a yelp of surprised pain, before all of his aches, pains, and tiredness vanish. It leaves Steve feeling bereft and antsy as he sits up and glares at Eddie.

“I didn’t ask you to fix me,” he snaps as Eddie flops back this time, waving a hand lazily in Steve’s direction.

“Kind of my job, Steve,” Eddie reminds him. “Gotta keep you safe and well or Joyce is going to drag me to Hell by my ear or something.”

Steve snorts. “Pretty sure she’d forgive you for not taking care of a murderer,” he bites back.

The word leaves a sour taste in his mouth, but it’s the truth. He’s a murderer. He’s killed at least two people during whatever the weird blackouts he’s been having are. Even though they feel grossly like he’s not in control, Steve doesn’t really think that excuses anything.

“I don’t think it matters if you’re a murderer or not,” Eddie replies. “Probably gets me more points anyway, doing good deeds when I should leave you for dead.”

“Right, sure.”

Steve thinks the words are neutral enough, but it seems Eddie doesn’t, because he’s pushing himself into a sitting position a second later, eyes narrowed in Steve’s direction. “Do you want me to leave you for dead?” he asks. “Or do you want me to help you figure out what’s going on?”

The questions give Steve pause, frowning heavily in Eddie’s direction. Since getting the full timeline of events back, he hadn’t stopped to consider figuring out why. His only concern had been keeping people safe. But if they could figure it out…

“Do you think figuring out could help it stop happening?” he asks in return.

Eddie shrugs, expressing trying and failing to fall somewhere in the realm of nonchalant. “Can’t hurt to try, right?”

Steve can’t find a reason to disagree.

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Itty Bitty Sinners 1.11

Possum: Sorry for the late update guys! Family stuff was going on and I got burnt out 🥲I've been struggling to write!But I hope it's okay anyway. It's just wrapping things up, nothing too exciting I don't think.Anywayzzz!

TW: Cursing, Valentino, hidden regression, hidding ones emotions, self doubt, OCD, pressure, sadness, anxiety, panic attacks, (only mentioned) and jazzy jazz jazz song 🎵 😀Lmk if I should add.

~~~Alastor and Niffty:~~~

Alastor returns to his room and gently shakes Niffty awake. “Niffty? Darling, you need to wake up.” Niffty wines. “Mmm why?” She asks. 

“Because you need to go to sleep, it's late.” Alastor says. “It's time for mouselings to be in bed.” 

“I'll sleep here.” Niffty says simply, as if she just solved a problem.

Alastor scoffs. “How very generous of you to offer up my bed to yourself; here's a counter offer: go to your room and sleep there.” Alastor tells her sternly.

Niffty rejects the offer. “No thank you, I want to stay here.”

“And where exactly do you expect me to sleep tonight?” Alastor asks her. 

Niffty shifts slightly and gestures next to her. “There's lots of room!” 

“My, you are so generous, Niffty.” Alastor rolls his eyes. 

Niffty hums. “Alastor?”

“Yes, dear?”

“Is Angel okay?” She asks.

“Angel is fine. I promise.” He says. 

“I'm sorry I stole the papers.” She says. 

“It's alright, dear. You didn't know what they were, did you?” Alastor asks.

Niffty shakes her head. “But I stole.”

“We're in hell, Niffty. There are greater sins.” Alastor says, sitting at his desk to write a letter. 

“Do you think Angel is mad at me?” Niffty asks. 

“Perhaps.” Alastor says, dipping his pen in ink. “But, he'll get over it.” 

“Alastor?” Niffty asks. 

“Yes, dear?” Alastor sighs, turning to her. 

“Can I please bother you just a bit longer?” She asks. “I was alone all day, I don't want to be alone anymore.”

Alastor pauses…

Niffty doesn't bother him. A part of him hates that she thinks that.

But it's better than her thinking he loves her or something. 

He hates to think he just abandoned her all day. He does care for the little mouse.

“Alright, you win. You can stay here tonight, I'll figure something out.” He says, seeming genuine.

“Will you read me a story?” Niffty asks. 

“Do you have any idea what time it is?” Alastor asks her. “You had a long day. You need sleep.”

“Please?” Niffty begs. “I want to read babymouse!”

Alastor sighs. Of course she does. 

Alastor hated himself for this, but he felt as if he owed her this. 

He summons the book, and he sits beside Niffty to read it to her:

“Introducing babymouse; A sassy young mouse…

With an attitude problem.”

Niffty crawls onto his lap, happily listening to the story and looking at the pictures. “Hey!” She says, reading babymouse's text with a laugh. 

Graphic novels are strange in Alastor's opinion, but he reads on: “She dreams of becoming queen of the world…but would settle for an invite to Felicia Furrypaws’ slumber party.”

“I never been to a slumber party, have you, Alastor?” Niffty asks. 

“Can't say I have.” Alastor says. Unless staying at his aunts’ house when he was a child counts.

“No one liked me, so they never invited me to play.” Niffty says. 

Alastor's ears fall, but his smile remains. 

He doesn't understand how someone couldn't adore Niffty. She's a remarkable companion.

“Keep reading!” Niffty demands. 

“Apologies,” Alastor says, continuing the story. 

“Will Babymouse be invited? Will her best friend forgive her if she misses their monster movie marathon? Find out in Babymouse, queen of the world.” Alastor hums. “Few books have a synopsis before the actual book.” 

“What does Babymouse say?” Niffty asks, as if they haven't read this book a million times before. 

Alastor reads Babymouse's dialogue: “You could always just take a peek at the end of the book.” 

Alastor reads the narrators’ reply:  “That would be cheating, babymouse.” 

“You're supposed to do voices!” Niffty complains. 

“You know I don't do voices.” Alastor says to her. 

“Can you try?” Niffty asks. “It's more fun that way.” 

Alastor sighs. “Alright, alright.” 

He continues reading, doing his best to make his voice higher and lower so every character could sound different. 

Niffty eventually falls asleep…and Alastor doesn't have the heart to move her. 

So he stays and pets her head gently as she sleeps soundly. 

~~~Vaggie and Charlie: The next day~~~

“Well…yesterday sure was really something.” Charlie says. “I think it's a good thing this happened, breaking some walls down. In order to get to Angel's core.” She says. “I just hope I didn't break too many walls.” 

“I wouldn't worry about it. He seems fine.” Vaggie says. “I'm sorry I lashed out at him.”

“I know you were just being protective.” Charlie says. “I appreciate it. You've always been there for me. But, I can take care of myself, you know.”

“I know. But, you don't have to anymore.” Vaggie says. 

Charlie smiles and tries not to cry…

Thinking about how alone she felt before she met her wonderful girlfriend. 

Vaggie smiles at Charlie, too, but she doesn't dwell on the moment. “So, hey, I was looking over the test answers…as it turns out Alastors’ test isn't the only test with unanswered questions.”

Charlie tilts her head. “What do you mean?” 

“Take a quick glance through Niffty's answers.” Vaggie hands Charlie Niffty's test.

Charlie takes it and starts to look through it… “oh. Wow.”

Half the test was just scribbles of nothingness - 

She automatically assumed Niffty's test was unreadable because of her…peculiar nature. But, it looks like Niffty purposely sabotaged every other answer. 

“Why would she purposefully sabotage her test?” Charlie asks. 

“I mean, it's not exactly easy to admit when you're a regressor, you know?” Vaggie asks. “You're basically admitting that sometimes you need help. That's not an easy thing to ask for.”

Charlie nods. “Yeah…trust me, I get that. Do you think we should talk to Niffty about this?” 

“You're asking me?” Vaggie asks. 

“Of course, I go overboard sometimes. You're a lot better at understanding boundaries. It’s the balance I need.” 

Vaggie considers it. “Well, it can't hurt to talk to her. Maybe there's something more going on. Like with Angel.” Vaggie says. 

“Angel! Right. I have to give him his test, and then we can talk to Niffty together. Sound good?” Charlie asks.

Vaggie nods. “Sure, why not?”

~~~Pentious, Angel, and Husk:~~~

Angel and Husk were helping Pentious rebuild his Lego set. 

“Sssso, none of you care if I'm a little or not? You don't think it's…weird?” Pentious asks them. 

“That would be awfully hypocritical, don't you think?” Angel asks. “Considering I'm also a regressor?”

“We're friends, Pen.” Husk adds. “Of course, I think you're weird.” 

Pentious isn't sure what Husk means by that. He and Angel both look at him. 

“In the best way possible.” Husk adds to reassure them both. 

“I was worried what you both may think about it.” Pentious admits. “Especially when I don't know what to think about it myself.” 

“You don't need to be ashamed of who you are, Pen.” Husk says. “If regressing helps you, or it just makes you happy, then it's great, and you should be proud of yourself for doing it.” Husk says, trying to be encouraging. He's not used to lifting people up. 

Pentious smiles. 

“Yeah, also, trust me, there's way worse things out there than enjoying toys and cartoons as an adult.” Angel adds. “There's nothing you can tell me that would make me think less of you. So don't worry so much about it.” 

Pentious nods. “Thank you.” 

Angel doesn't want to continue this awkward conversation, so he changes the subject. “So, this is what you do while regressing? Build small buildings?” Angel asks, placing a few pieces onto the structure.

“Well, yes. Sometimes. It's fun and relaxing.” Pentious says. 

“And annoying, I've done this page five times!” Angel complains. “How can you possibly relax with this?” 

“Perhaps you need a less complicated set, I'm sure they make some meant for smaller children.” Pentious mocks. 

Husk chuckles, and Angel rolls his eyes. 

But Angel finds himself smiling. He sorta missed being in a trio like this…it was comforting. 

“What do you do when you regress?” Pentious asks him. 

Angel tenses. “Uhh, well-” 

“Angel, everything is set up for you…if you're ready.” Charlie tells him.

Angel looks at Charlie and nods. “Okay, I'll be there in a second.” 

Charlie gives him a thumbs up and heads to her office. 

Thank Satan, Angel wasn't sure he was ready to talk about his little self's hobbies of watching peppa Pig and crying himself to sleep. 

Angel gets up off the floor to walk to Charlie's office when Husk stops him by placing a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, good luck.”

Angel smiles. “Thanks, Husk.”

“The test is relatively easy. There's nothing to fear.” Pentious tells him. 

Angel smiles at Pentious and walks over to Charlie's office. 

Once the door closes, Charlie asks: “Are you absolutely sure you want to do this, Angel?”

Angel nods. “I mean, you already know I regress. What's the harm in it?” He asks.

Plus, he felt it was only fair. Maybe actually taking the test could help them forgive him? Proving he's actually serious about this redemption stuff? 

“If you're sure.” She shrugs.

 She hands him a piece of paper. “Here’s the test. If you have any questions, just let me know, okay?” 

Angel nods. “Alright.”

Charlie has printed out another test. She picks it up and smiles at him. “Call me if you need anything.” 

And with that, she leaves him alone to his test…

He looks at the first question...

‘What's your gender?’

Da fuck? 

 Who could possibly have an answer for that!? 

~~~Niffty and Charlie:~~~~

Alastor and Niffty had a late start that morning, so Niffty felt way behind on cleaning!

She had so much to do! 

So much to clean!

She's gotta clean! 

Gotta clean everything!!

“Niffty!”

Niffty looks behind her to find a smiling Charlie. 

“There you are! Would you mind if Vaggie and I talked to you about something?” She asks. 

Niffty nods and follows her wordlessly. 

What could she possibly want? 

What did she do? 

Was this about yesterday? 

Oh no! 

They're going to kick her out!

They can't do that! 

Only Alastor can kick her out! And he would never do that!

“Charlie?” Niffty asks nervously as they make it to the princesses bedroom. 

“Yeah?” 

“Am I in trouble?” Niffty asks. 

“Oh no, not at all.” Charlie promises. “We just want to talk about the classification test, okay? You're not in any trouble.” 

Niffty nods. “Mmm. Okay. I guess.” Niffty says, feeling a little anxious. 

“We have a feeling that maybe you weren't a hundred percent honest on the test.” Vaggie says. 

Niffty frowns. "Hm?" 

“It's okay, we just want to know why you wouldn't answer some of the questions.” Charlie says. "Half of them are either scribbles or completely blank." 

Niffty shifted in her seat awkwardly. “I- you, you can't know…" she mumbles. 

“Can't know what?” Charlie asks.

“You'll hate me…and think I'm weird! Like they all did!” Niffty says sadly. 

“We already think you’re weird.” Vaggie says.

“But we care so much for you. We want to take care of you.” Charlie says. “Don't you want someone to take care of you?” 

Niffty shrugs. “But that's my job.” She says.

“What?”

“To take care of things.” She says. “It's my job…right?” 

Charlie frowns. “Niffty, everyone needs being taken care of sometimes. You deserve to be taken care of too.” She says. 

Niffty frowns. “But…I can't be the mess!" She whines. 

"The...mess?" Charlie asks.

Niffty nods. "I take care of the mess, I can't be the mess!” 

"You're not a mess, Niffty." Charlie says. "You don't have to take the test if you don't want to...but we would never think less of you if you're classified as something different. We love you just the way you are." 

Niffty looks up at her. "Really?" 

"Of course." Charlie says. "This hotel wouldn't be the same without your creative and clenly nature." 

Niffty smiles. 

“How about this, we can go over the test together, no matter what happens, we will not think of you any differently. We love you and no matter what it says, it'll stay that way.” She promises. 

Niffty nods. “Okay.”

She trusted them. 

She just hopes that's not a mistake. 

~~~Everyone: Later~~~

Husk is cleaning glasses at the bar while Pentious and Angel are waiting in the main room. 

Angel keeps getting up, pacing anxiously, then sitting back down. He can't seem to sit still. 

“Are you alright, Angel?” Pentious asks.

“I'm fine.” He says, his voice irritated, he can’t seem to calm his fucking nerves!

So, Husk, noticing this, does something in an attempt to distract Angel. 

He turns on the radio: “I've got you, under my skin.” The radio sings. 

“I've got you deep in the heart of me.” Husk starts to sing along. “You're so deep in my heart, you're really a part of me. I've got you under my skin.” ~ 

Angel stops pacing and looks over at Husk.

“I've tried so, not to give in. I've said to myself, this affair never will go so well.” Husk continued, looking at Angel with a smile and a wink. 

“But why should I try to resist, darling I know so well?” Angel starts singing along. 

“I've got you, under my skin.” Angel and Husk sing at the same time.

Pentious smiles at the two, not familiar with this song, but finds the two entertaining. 

Alastor walks downstairs with Niffty following him. 

Alastor smiles brighter, deciding to interrupt their little duet. “I'd sacrifice anything come what might. For the sake of havin' you near, in spite of a warnin' voice that comes in the night

And repeats- repeats in my ear.” ~  

Husk offers his hand to Angel who takes it so they start dancing. 

Husk continues to sing, more so to Angel. “Don't you know, little fool, you never can win? Use your mentality, wake up to reality!” 

“But each time that I do just the thought of you

makes me stop before I begin.” Angel sings next.

Charlie and Vaggie walk out of the office with the results. 

“Cause I've got you under my skin!” All three guys sing. 

“Guys, be careful. Your 1900s are showing.” Vaggie mocks. 

“Hey, don't blame us because your music isn't as good as ours.” Angel says. 

“I always forget how young you all are.” Pentious says.

Alastor scoffs. “For your information, I died in the 1930s.” Alastor says, offended. 

“I died in the 1880s.” Pentious says, one-upping Alastor who glares at him like a child. 

“Mid to late 1940s… I think?” Angel adds. “Death was a little blurry.” 

“1970s for me.” Husk says. 

“So, I'm the oldest among you all?” Pentious asks. 

“I was seventy when I died.” Husk says. 

“That hardly counts.” Angel says. “We're practically the same age.” 

“What year were you born?” Husk asks.

“19….uhhhh.” Angel tried doing the math…it was so long ago! 

“How old were you when you died?” Husk asks.

“Thirty something?” Angel guessed. 

“So, you would have been born around the 1910s. I was born in the early 1900s. That's a ten year age gap.” 

“Well…I've been hell longer than you.” Angel says, crossing his arms. 

“How is that relevant?” Husk asks. 

“I have more experience!” Angel explains. 

Husk scoffs. “Please.” 

“I hate to break up this very interesting conversation, but we got both your test results.” Charlie says. 

Angel stands up as she hands him and Niffty each an envelope. 

Angel takes it and takes a deep breath.

Pentious and Husk look at him, then look away. 

Alastor's eyes were only on Niffty, smiling genuinely to comfort her.

Angel rips open the envelope…

“You want some space?” Husk asks. 

Angel shakes his head. “No, I know all of your results, I trust you to know mine.” 

The two smile as Angel opens the envelope and looks through it. 

“Well?” Pentious asks. 

“Seventy percent Little, thirty percent Guardian.” 

Niffty runs over to Angel: “Angel, Angel, Angel! Open mine! Open mine next!!”

Angel takes the envelope from her. “Are you sure?”

“Mhm, what does it say- read it!” She tells him.

“Okay,” Angel opens Niffty's letter. “It says you're fifty percent a pet regressor and fifty percent a Handler. 

“Is that good?” Niffty asks. 

Alastor pets her head. “It’s perfect, My dear.”

“Who knew our favorite Handler was also a little pet regressor?” Charlie says, smiling at Niffty who was also smiling back.

“Well, that's no surprise.” Alastor says. “I've been taking care of the little rat for years.” 

“Wait wait wait- what?” Vaggie asks him.

“What did you just call her?” Charlie asks. 

Alastor thinks for a moment. “...Rat.”

“She's a mouse regressor?!” Charlie asks, gasping. 

“Charlie, remember what I said about going crazy about little ones?” Vaggie asks. 

“That's so cute!” Charlie says in awe. 

Niffty smiles! 

This was her home, where she belongs!

No one was going to judge her again.

Angel's phone goes off, which causes everyone to look at him. 

Angel looks at who it is…and sure enough.

It's fucking Val.

Ange ignores the call and looks up at the worried faces that surround him.

Angel chuckles awkwardly. “Potential spam.” He lies and everyone seems relieved. 

…

~~~Angel:~~~

Throughout the day, Angel's phone continues to go off: 

‘Angel! Answer your phone!’ 

‘Angel, baby. Why didn't you show up for work today? Are you alright? You know how I worry.’

‘Angel, you'd better be at work tomorrow or so help me, I will make you pay for it!’

Val's texts don't stop…

His phone goes off again and again.

Tomorrow is really going to suck!

He looks over at the others, laughing and talking…

Val can do whatever he wants. He can have tomorrow, but Angel has today!

~~~The hotel: Even Later~~~

“Okay, everyone. I brought you all here because I have something new and fun for you all!” Charlie announces. She gathered (dragged) everyone to the main room, so excited she's finally able to introduce them to the next step!

“These are regression journals! I made them especially for each of you! Inside you will find some super cool prompts, activities, and mood trackers! These can be especially helpful for your caregivers- for those who have them I mean.”

Charlie opens her own journal to show them what's inside: 

“On the top you will write your name and the date, and down here you will answer these questions so we'll get a good idea of your progress and how you're feeling. The daily mood tracker for example:” 

“I am ____ years old today.

Today I (action, explain your day):

Today I'm feeling: 

I want ___ to know:”

“Now, this can be anyone.” Charlie explains further. “A friend, a caregiver, another little. If you're having trouble communicating, sometimes writing something down is easier, for example: if I'm the one writing in the journal. I can write, I want Vaggie to know that I love her. Or I want Vaggie to know that I want to be held.” 

"We have also provided some personalized stickers in case anyone is too little to write down how they're feeling, but feel free to ask me or Charlie if you ever need help.” Vaggie explains, showing them the stickers.

“There are also super fun activities inside! Coloring pages, worksheets, and some grounding techniques for help with anxiety and panic attacks, and a guide to help you regress if you need it.” Charlie explains. 

Pentious's journal was decorated in gear and dog stickers, smiling faces, and small doodles Charlie must have drawn on. 

Niffty's was decorated in mouse stickers, it was covered in glitter and small positive messages from Charlie. 

And Angel's was covered in hearts, piggy stickers, and pink glow in the dark spider webs. 

The three of them looked over their journals, while Vaggie answered the million questions Niffty had about it.

Charlie smiles as walks upstairs and knocks on Alastor's door. 

When she doesn't get an answer right away, she was going to just leave her gift and 

“Charlie?” Alastor asks, opening the door at last. “Can I help you, my dear?”

He was probably in  his woods or something.

Charlie hands him the journal. “This is for you.”

Alastor hesitates, but he takes it.

‘Alastor's regression journal.’

Alastor rolls his eyes. “This is very kind, Charlie. But I don't-” 

“I want you to keep it. Even if you're not a little.” Charlie says to him. “If you don't like it, just don't use it.”

Alastor looks over the journal, but he doesn't open it. 

He doesn't need it. 

“But if you do regress,” Charlie continues, “keep it close to you, you don't have to share it with anyone you don't want to.” She says. “But, you can always share with me if you want to. I'm always here for you if you need me.”

Alastor sighs. “Charlie-”

“Don't say anything!” Charlie says. “I'm going back downstairs, we never had this conversation.” 

Charlie turns away and walks downstairs without another word. 

Alastor tilted his head at her, but said nothing as he was asked. He walks back into his room with a sigh. 

He never should have taken that test- the hell was he thinking? 

Well, he was regressed at the time,thinking it was some hilarious joke. 

He shoves the small notebook in a drawer, he'll never need it! 

~~~Alastor:~~~

Name: Alastor

“I am ‘don't know’  years old today. Today I (action, explain your day): 

Smiled all day long, ate a deer, and magict!

Today I'm feeling: Sad. But only inside. Outside I'm happy as a lark.

I want 'Rosie' to know: I miss you. 

His shadow smiled, looking down. At the journal entry. 

Alastor just hopes he can show Rosie soon! She'd really like this! 

:)

♤

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'Don't you know, little foolYou never can winWhy not use your mentalityStep up, wake up to realityBut each time I do just the thought of youMakes me stop just before I begin'Cause I've got you under my skinYes, I've got you under my skin.' ~Cole Porter

Part 1 is complete! 🎉Part 2 will be focused on Angel, Niffty, and Clara! I hope you're all as excited as me!I've had the idea for the journals for years! It was part of a draft in my old sander sides fanfic! I loved the idea but didn't end up finishing the book. So, I used it here too.

@todayimfour @babiegurlmuffin @ask-dusty-boy @im-not-paying-my-taxes @trophyxtissues2 @abby5577

[probablyasocialecologist]

The pictures of premature infants at al-Shifa hospital wrapped in foil and blankets after their incubators lost power during the siege. The babies at al-Nasr hospital whose bodies were found decomposing on hospital beds after a forced evacuation. The emaciated figure and wide eyes of Yazan al-Kafarna, a Palestinian child with cerebral palsy who died of hunger and malnutrition in Rafah. And just as haunting, the pictures of life in Gaza before October 7 that capture just how much has been lost: stretches of highway running along the beach at sunset, beautiful buildings lit up at night, couples dancing, libraries, cafés, frescoes, kitchen interiors, people smiling in restaurants, flowers, trees. “The memories brought up on your smartphone return you for a moment to your past life, to its atmosphere of ease and the embrace of friends,” writes Sarah Aziza’s cousin Nabil S. in a letter from Gaza, published in Mizna, describing what it’s like to look at photos from before the bombardment. “It is as if this forgotten life now presses itself upon us against our will — for these pictures are all that remain of our family and loved ones. Only photos, for us to weep and lament over, for we locked the doors tightly when we left our homes. We left with the keys in our hands.” We are not used to this — not to the gruesomeness, the ceaselessness, the direct address. Thirteen-year-old Nadin Abdullatif asks the camera in English, “Does no one care about the two million people here in Gaza? Does no one care about us? I don’t know. What is happening here? What has happened to the world? I’m suffering, and every other child is suffering. So please, notice us!” Speaking with a quivering voice over footage of people fleeing al-Shifa, Yara Eid begs, “Guys, please. Let’s stop this now. Like talk about it, share. I don’t know. Call — anyone. Try to do something. I never imagined this would happen, this is another Nakba.” Motaz Azaiza posts on X and Instagram, “You are all useless. Without shame watching us get killed one by one. Will wait my turn to be killed by Israel. And believe me you are gonna do nothing.” People in the comments say don’t give up, we need you, the world sees you, we are trying to speak up, but it’s true, we are useless, we’re ashamed of ourselves, God forgive us, we’ve failed you. This is what images on social media can do — activate an intense, genuine parasocial attachment, the same kind of attachment we feel toward strangers online who invite us to follow their motherhood journeys, their sobriety journeys, their cancer journeys. Nobody expected to follow someone’s genocide journey, their famine journey. Yet here we are.4

[im-actually-a-certified-idiot]

my guy you must elaborate on why you hate wolfstar

hehehhehe alr alr be warned: this turned into a huge anti-wolfstar essay so read at your own risk.

so basically

i want to preface this by saying that this isn't slander to wolfstar shippers. i used to be one, in fact (the first hp fanfic i read was wolfstar centered) but i kinda grew to realize it sucked later on.

FIRST OF ALL

they do not deserve each other.

yeah, that's right. you heard me right. THEY DO NOT DESERVE EACH OTHER.

And they wouldn't want each other either.

Sirius exposed Remus as a werewolf in their fifth year. He willingly gave up that secret to Snape, one of their worst enemies, who would definitely somehow take advantage of it. HE KNEW Remus's secret could get him jailed or killed or worse. And he still chose to give that up.

To contextualize it in the society we live in today- imagine your best friend told your worst enemy (a boy you've been bullying for literally 5 years and who would undoubtedly do anything to hurt you back) that you were, say, trans. They outed you, without your consent. They outed you, knowing you trusted them with this particular secret. Being trans today can get you killed in some places. Are you really going to forgive that?

No. Absolutely not. Maybe you'll accept their apology, and try to move on, but you're never really going to let that go. You're never really going to shake that off. They were your best friend, and they hurt you.

It doesn't matter if Sirius grew up in an abusive household. It doesn't matter that James ended up saving Snape's ass. It was still a dangerous violation of trust- and not to mention, Snape almost got killed because of it?? My guy. I am not a Snape stan but that is a whole different level of FUCKED UP. Sirius very nearly turned Remus into a murderer- one of his worst fears.

So, fast forward a few years. It's October 31st, the Potters die, Voldemort vanishes, baby Harry's an orphan, and Sirius is jailed. You know what Remus is probably thinking?

Well. I should've seen that coming.

This is the same guy who outed him as a werewolf to Snape. Do you really think he's going to be surprised to find out Sirius breached James's trust? He's probably beating himself up, thinking something along the lines of "poisonous toadstools don't change their spots" (yes i stole that from ron weasley deal with it)

But whatever. That's just a personal hc I slipped in. The more important part comes now. What Remus did wrong.

He left Harry alone.

Harry, who's Sirius's godson. Harry, the son of Sirius's best friend. Harry, the spitting image of his father. Harry, a baby who lost his entire family all in one night.

He left Harry alone for 13 years, and I just can't see Sirius forgiving that. Sorry, but I can't.

It's clear that Harry is like a son to Sirius. He treats him with such paternal affection and love it's hard not to see it. It's like a parent whose child was wronged by an adult. They're not gonna be so forgiving.

I don't think Sirius ever truly forgave Remus for that. Leaving him in Azkaban, he could deal with- but leaving Harry? That crosses a line. That's uncalled for. No matter what, Harry was their best friend's son first. It should've been first priority to protect him.

It doesn't matter if Remus was a werewolf. If he was ashamed, scared. Even visiting Harry or giving him to someone else to raise would've been okay. But no contact at all? That's horrible. To leave him in an abusive household, year after year...how could Sirius ever forgive that?

So, in conclusion, they most likely wouldn't want each other, and they certainly don't deserve each other. I'm not slandering them- I'm actually a Sirius kinnie. But. They both did fucked up things that's unfairly glossed over, and I think their relationship could never truly be repaired.

but well that's just my take lmao

[d0llcherry]

HI I SAW YOU WERE PART OF THE SMG4 FANDOM!!! IM SO HAPPI, so I was wondering if you could do a smg3 x gothic reader 😱 if u dont wanna then me understand 😼 U MAKE THE BEST FREAKING FANFICS OR WHATEVER THEIR CALLED😍

୨୧ RUNWAY WALK ✮⋆˙

SMG3 X GOTHIC READER

A/N: Me love you for requesting me thank you for appreciating me writing, me happy because you (pookie) like me (evil adhd) silly writing, me smooch you now. (Also i dont know MUCH about goth subculture so forgive me if i fuck up AURGH)

Type: Romantic, fluff, headcanons.

Warnings: only some mentions of rituals? thats it ig

Song: II Sextile - Visions of You

Playlist: Breakcore fatal frame

✮⋆˙ Code red: He is deeply in love, i repeat he is deeply in love, you have turned him into a total dog for you, YOU BROKE HIM!!! (bonus points if you are taller than him)

✮⋆˙ He really LOVES your style, clothing and makeup, ESPECIALLY your makeup, but if its before you two date he didnt admit it so he did some kind of teasing because this man was too embarrassed to tell you that he finds your "style" attractive, so instead of owning up to it he would call you "edgelord".

✮⋆˙ I think he would have complimented you without you knowing before you guys got into dating, like you know those scenes in enemies to lovers films where one of the enemies goes "you look pretty" and the other asks "huh?" and the one that said the compliment would go "i said you look shitty!"? that was you two.

✮⋆˙ I think he would be a bit of a grandpa sometimes, dont get me wrong, he knows what goth is but sometimes he may ask some questions out of pure curiosity, like: "So... do u do rituals?" and stuff, basically thinking you are into witch craft (and he will be extra convinced if you are a Victorian goth)

✮⋆˙ Ok, when you two started dating he would be ALL OVER YOU, complimenting your outfit, makeup, hair and whatever you have on, he's just head over heels on your subculture, he finds it so pretty.

✮⋆˙ I think he would be a bit flabbergasted when he first saw you without your goth makeup and fit, like he would find it a little strange when you are just wearing non-goth comfy clothes, because he got too used to you with your goth fits.

✮⋆˙ Teach him about gothic music, dances and etc and he will be 100% invested, like he would just be kicking his feet like a teenage girl while you ramble about the goth culture and its story, he really likes it.

✮⋆˙ Would probably secretly try to listen to your favorite bands, just so he could talk about them to you and he would probably like it tbh, i can see him liking those type of music tbh.

✮⋆˙ Offer him a makeover and he will just accept, say no less, like you could just text him about the makeover, he could be on the other side of the world and he would just pop into your house and be like "lets go." (OMG GOTH SMG3 AKJEKWNEKSJDJRB)

✮⋆˙ One time he tried doing his own goth makeup to surprise you but it looked like he melt grease on his face a bird shitted all over his face, it looked pretty funny but you found it very sweet.

✮⋆˙ If someone say something about your way to dress he would either just let you stand up for yourself or he would just straight up bully the person saying that they are just mad you are way cooler and prettier than them and that they wish to be so talented like you to do your makeup.

✮⋆˙ If you are or get a bit insecure go dressed in goth in public, he would reassure you are pretty no matter what you are wearing, that you look stunning in black/red and any other color and that if someone dared to open their mouth about you he would kick their ass for you.

✮⋆˙ He just loves you no matter what <3

✮⋆˙ "Yo, look at my partner, arent they cool?"

[mikuni14]

We Are - Ep 6, Only Boo - Ep 5

Perhaps because of I Cannot Reach You, which I watched on Saturday, my view of We Are and Only Because this week was more harsh and less forgiving than usual 😭

We Are My biggest problem with We Are is that this show has no substance when it comes to romance. NONE. Seriously, it's more "meaty" on friendships than romance 😄 EVEN if a couple falls in love with each other at first sight, even if the couple starts their relationship with strong attraction and sex, for the romance to be interesting and engaging, we as viewers must observe some development, progress in the relationship. This is some form of journey for lovers and we accompany them in it. We Are, with the exception of Q and Toey, doesn't show relationship development at all. Tan and Fang have had about 3 scenes together so far, involving giving each other snacks and one scene of helping with a project. We know NOTHING about Fang. And suddenly in this episode, Tan proposes dating and Fang accepts. Where did this come from? Since when has Fang been in love with Tan? Is he in love with him? Their relationship… like what? Where?? When???? I have no idea what's going on with Chain and Pun (will they even be a couple?), especially since Pun suddenly has a great relationship and better chemistry with Mick. Regarding Phum and Peem: I just can't stand the way Phum behaves towards Peem, it's FUTS all over again, i.e. a rich and handsome but dumb guy doesn't know how to talk to his crush and comes up with complicated plans that always somehow humiliate said crush. The way Peem was waiting for him at the pool in this episode, AGAIN, while Phum was gaming with his friends… it pissed me off so much! And this "being a slave" is still treated so… normally and it is shown as something funny and romantic, as if Peem had no sense of self-worth and it was still a form of "fun" for him, and when he screws up and Phum is still nice (as in the food scene), then it is something positive for him. Well, unfortunately this is not my kind of romance, there is NOTHING cool or romantic about it for me and in real life Phum and Peem would not have a chance to be together. Their romance is ENTIRELY based on the oldest tropes, i.e. falling on each other and suddenly being close. Normally I love this closeness, when the characters are lost in each other's eyes and the sudden closeness makes them feel dizzy 👌 But this is literally the basis of their relationship, not one of the many things that make up romance. My beloved @miss0atae described the character of Phum in a very interesting way in this post and I also have the same thoughts. But the series completely screwed up on this matter because this thought occurred to me after his one sentence at the end of episode 5, because Phum simply acts like an ordinary asshole, his behavior was devoid of nuance and context so far. And that's the problem with We Are: this show has potential and, most importantly, it has the TIME to delve into each of its characters, including showing Phum as someone who is lonely and has trouble establishing romantic relationships, which is why he behaves stupid (for which he should face consequences). How unfair it is that Gray Shelter had material for a full season and crammed it into 5 short episodes, and We Are has SO MUCH TIME and can't use it. How much more interesting would the relationship between Phum and Peem be if they met under bad circumstances that would make them dislike each other, but also if they felt attracted to each other due to their expressive and strong personalities, all laced with the fact that they are both young, hot and each other's type 😉 I would love to watch their relationship in which they both mature, discover new feelings and needs, in which their prejudices are tested, in which they make mistakes and apologize, thanks to which they develop. How much more this kiss would feel deserved, long-awaited, important.

Only Boo I love Moo, I love Kang, I don't like forcing feelings on someone, I don't like putting pressure on someone, I hate love serenades, and I HATE love triangles. I know, I know, the series is silly and fun, and not that deep 🤡 I'm just being grumpy.

But maybe it's actually I Cannot Reach You's fault. I should take a 2-week break from watching BL series after every 10/10 drama lol

[hockeyboysimagines]

So far from the stars

Chapter 4

Warnings: implied sex, some language, angst.

Hello all! I hope you enjoy this chapter. As always let me know what you think.

Thanks🤍

Courtney didn’t see or hear from Jeremy for almost a week. The weather was beautiful and warm but she felt so cold.

She was sure that her friendship with him, which had been hanging by a thread seemingly before they had sex, was over now. Even when he was in Boston he was still a part of her life and she still heard from him regularly.

But now it was like he never existed at all. No texts, no calls, no contact through friends. Nothing.

And it was entirely her fault.

She felt terrible, so much in fact that she couldn’t even look at herself in the mirror. She was ashamed, embarrassed and disgusted with what she had done and she’d never wanted to be someone else more in her life. She thought Brad had broken her heart, but that was nothing compared to how hard she’d broken it.

Her friends had been texting, calling, and Kasey and Veronica had even knocked on her door on Wednesday but she’d hidden in her bedroom until they left.

She couldn’t face anyone, unsure of what they knew. Kasey and Veronica would probably understand and forgive her but the rest of them were Jeremy’s friends first, not hers, and they would likely never speak to her again. She’d completely dismantled her friend group single-handedly in one fucking day.

She really sucked.

She sighed and tucked a leg under her settling deeper into her spot on her sofa, wondering how things had gotten so bad so fast when she heard a knock that started out soft before it got louder.

“We know your home bitch open the door!” Veronica called loudly from the other side.

Courtney remained seated holding her breath as if they could hear her, but they weren’t going away.

“We’re not leaving till you come out. Don’t make me start harassing your neighbors cuz I will….COURTNEY. Open! the! door!” Veronica was now banging on the door so loud it was shaking the picture frames on the wall.

With a huff, she pushed off the sofa and made her way slowly across the room taking a deep breath before she opened the door. They looked both annoyed and surprised to see her before Kasey spoke.

“WOW. You look terrible.”

Courtney made a face “Gee thanks. Great to see you too, after all this time that’s the first thing you have to say.”

“It wouldn’t have been so long if you’d answered when we’d been here on Wednesday.” Veronica said quirking an eyebrow.

“I must not have been-“

“No. You were home. Do you think we’re dumb?”

“Don’t really want me to answer that question?”

“Whatever. Come on we’re going fishing.”

Courtney leaned against her framed and crossed her arms “You can go. I’m not in the mood and I don’t like fishing.”

“I wasn’t asking. Get dressed I’ll wait. And we’re not leaving till you do it, so you can either sit and sulk all day while we’re here, or you can get dressed and come along. Your choice.”

Courtney huffed again and stomped up the steps to get dressed and then stomped back down, arms folded the whole way to the car and the whole ride to the lake. Once on the canoe and out into the open, they spoke for the first time.

“What’s your problem? You’ve been kinda bitchy all week.” Kasey said handing her an oar and settling herself on the opposite side of the boat.

“I have not.”

“Kinda bitchy?” Veronica chuckled “That’s a nice way to put it. Ignoring us was extremely bitchy. Does this have anything to do with breaking up with your boyfriend?”

Courtney froze, oar in mid air “My what?”

Veronica smiled mischievously and shrugged, glancing at Kasey “Justin told me that you and Jeremy haven’t talked all week. Said he’s real broken up about it.”

Courtney avoided her eyes and made a face “Well Justin should mind his own business.”

“So that’s exactly what it is then.” Kasey said as they began to paddle out “If you and Jeremy are arguing about something I’m sure it can be solved if you just talk to him. I mean it’s Jeremy.”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about, everything is fine.”

“Yeah it sounds like it. What is the problem if you just tell us maybe we can-“

“Stop. Can you guys leave-“

But she was silenced when the biggest fish she’d ever seen jumped out of the water and into the boat startling all of them. They stood at the same time upsetting the balance of the canoe, as it flopped around on the floor of the boat. They let out a shriek as they fell into a heap as the fish before it bounced back out, and the boat rocked back and forth, nearly tipping. It was the first time Courtney laughed in a week as they untangled from each other, and attempted to settle the boat. Kasey had lost a shoe and was putting it back on wiping the tears from under her eyes, as Courtney pulled her foot out of the bucket they had on the boat, when Veronica spoke.

“Uhm guys…what happened to our oars?” She questioned.

They glanced around to see the oars had fallen off the side of the boat in the chaos and were now floating several feet away on either side.

“Oh what the fuck. Now what are we gonna do?” Kasey said. She leaned out of the boat as far as sh e could without tipping it to try and reach it but it was no good. It had floated nearly ten feet away by now.

“Well someone’s gonna have to go in and get it.” Veronica said looking at them.

“Oh hell no, that water is freezing I’m not going in.”

“Don’t be so selfish.”

“It’s not about being selfish Veronica it’s about hypothermia-“

“Oh stop it’s not that cold.”

“Oh yeah. Well then why don’t YOU jump in and get it.” Kasey said jabbing her with a finger in the arm. Veronica swatted her hand away and crossed her arms.

“Well I can’t. I don’t know how to swim. Courtney. You’re a great swimmer.”

“Me?? I didn’t even want to come on this trip. It was your idea and you do know how to swim, Queen of skinny dipping, so you get the oar.”

“Bitch I-“

“Alright alright enough enough. Let’s just call someone-“ she was patting her coat pockets and frowned “Not me though. My phones in the car.”

“I have mine but no service.” Veronica held the phone out and waved it around trying to catch a bar but she shook her head “Nothing.”

“I have service. Let me call Justin.”

But he didn’t answer. And neither did Corey, or Mike, or anyone until there was really only one option.

“Well no one answered so I don’t know anyone else.” She put the phone back in her pocket and looked up to find Veronica staring at her with a frown.

“We all know someone who is not busy and a 40 minute drive from here, and who you didn’t even attempt to call.” Veronica leaned around Kelsey and stared at Courtney waiting for an answer.

She made a face and shrugged “Don’t look at me, I don’t know what your talking about.”

“Courtney.” Veronica said leaning forward.

“I don’t want to.”

“Courtney.” She said more firmly.

“What?” Kasey asked looking between them “What are-“

“Courtney is going to call Jeremy to come and get us.”

She shook her head “I’m not calling him.”

“We are STUCK in a boat in the middle of this lake. Now if you have a killer backstroke that can get us out of here then let’s do it. Otherwise call him to get us out.”

Courtney let her head fall back “Fucking fine. But if this backfires I’m pushing both of you overboard.”

Jessica waved her off and Courtney pulled out her phone glancing at them “What-what do I say?”

“Oh give it to me.” Veronica snatched the phone and held it to her ear. It rang a few times before he answered.

Veronica perked up “Jeremy. What? Nevermind why I have her phone I need your help. What? She’s fine listen. We’re stuck in the middle of a lake and no one is answering their phone. Can you come get us? I don’t know how you’re gonna do it but you’ll figure it out. Don’t be an idiot alright just come get us. And hurry it’s fucking freezing out here. Great. Bye.”

She handed the phone back “The guys are all together that’s why they didn’t answer. He’s coming.”

“Fantastic.” Courtney mumbled putting the phone back in her pocket and stuffed her hands in with it.

The wind had picked up a little bit and grey clouds had stared to roll in over the mountain surely signaling rain. It was about 10 minutes until Kasey broke the silence.

“So what happened between you guys anyway?” Kasey asked as she pulled her hood up and stuck her hands in her pockets “Must have been pretty bad if you won’t even call him.”

She looked at her feet “If I tell you guys, can you keep it to yourselves please? I’m already on thin ice with him, the last thing I need is him hearing I’m telling people business that isn’t theirs.”

“Come on. Who are we going to tell?” Veronica asked waving a hand around at the empty lake and outer lying areas.

“I mean like keep it to yourself. Don’t repeat it to anyone.”

“You know we wouldn’t do that.”

Courtney sighed and cleared her throat “We went out for drinks one night, and I guess-I don’t know I guess I kissed him and then passed out.” Veronica’s hand flew over her mouth as she continued “And then he finally told me last week after we saw Brad at the bar and I followed him out and we…you know, and then I just left while he was asleep, and now here we are.”

“You had sex with Jeremy?!” Veronica screeched causing a flock of birds nesting in a tree nearby to take flight, squawking loudly at her from overhead. Kasey didn’t say anything just stared at her open mouthed, letting out a breath “Woooooow.” She breathed out “I didn’t see that coming.”

“Yeah.” She said looking at her feet. It felt good to tell someone about it, but reliving it felt worse than the first time.

“Jesus….so it was great right?”

Kasey coughed to cover her laughing and Courtney rolled her eyes “Really? I tell you all that’s and you ask me how good it was.”

“I mean.” Veronica shrugged and grinned “It’s a fair question no? Plus the guys been in love with you for years so I’m really not that surprised I guess.”

“Well I am. I don’t think he had it in him to make a move like that.” Kasey said giggling.

“Shutup.” Courtney said and kicked at her foot “Did everyone know this except me?”

“I think so but I’m not sure how you didn’t know this. I’ll give you a grace period after the whole Brad thing, but I mean really it never occurred to you that maybe he liked you a little bit more than friends?”

“No. And I mean that really.”

Kasey pursed her lips and closed one eye in thought “I kind of get it. I mean it’s easy to friend zone a guy. Especially one you wanna try and keep in your life as much as possible, but I think you read the signs wrong. He made it pretty obvious, and maybe you don’t see it that way but we all did.”

“I just feel…really bad. And I don’t know how to fix it.”

“Well. I’d start with an apology and then maybe explain why you did it.”

“But I don’t know why I did it.”

“Yes you do. You did it because you like him and you freaked out.”

“Maybe.” Courtney shrugged and closed her eyes as a light breeze swept across the water and she shivered “But what if he hates me.”

“Nah.” Veronica waved her hand “He could hate us, but he could never hate you. No matter how upset he was.”

The minutes ticked by while Kasey and Veronica talked her through how she should handle seeing him for the first time and she felt mostly prepared. That was until she saw Justin’s truck pull up next to Veronica’s car parked by the dock part of the lake. Even from their spot in the boat they could see him laughing as he and the other guys, Jeremy included, hopped out.

Justin gave them a large wave and held his hands around his mouth “Hey! Fancy seeing you guys here!”

Veronica gave him the finger and yelled back “Don’t be an ass! Just come get us we’re stuck.”

“That’s no way to talk to a guy who came to save you, and your the ass who got stuck in the middle of a lake!” He yelled back.

Courtney could see Jeremy hang back as the others got in the boat and rowed out to them, retrieving the oars as they neared the boat.

“So what did we learn?” Justin asked as he handed them to Kasey chuckling.

“Don’t look at me, it wasn’t our fault. It was the fish.”

“The fish?”

“It attacked us and that’s how we lost our oars. It’s true!” She said as they began to paddle back. Courtney felt like she was going to throw up as they neared the shore. Jeremy was leaning on the front fender of Justin’s truck, hands in his pockets, looking at his feet. He didn’t even glance up as the boat beached and she got out. In fact he turned away from her and made his way back to the passenger door as they approached.

“Glad we could have this little gathering because we’re having a party at Mike’s house. You guys in?”

“N-“ Courtney started to say but Veronica slapped her arm and cut her off “We’re in.”

Jeremy paused and half turned looking at her for the first time since he’d gotten there. She looked at him apprehensively and they’d stared at each other for a second before he opened the door and got in the truck wordlessly.

Justin pursed his lips and looked at her apologetically, as they shuffled into their respective vehicles and made the trip to Miles. Kasey and Veronica didn’t bug her in the ride over and she was glad. She’d had so much to say until she saw him and then suddenly she couldn’t find the words. She was not mentally or emotionally prepared to see him after all this time and having to acknowledge what she’d done.

When they reached Mike’s house she stepped out and found herself face to face with him. It was now or never.

She cleared her throat and looked up at him “Thanks.” She said looking down at her feet “You didn’t have to come out and get us.”

He sighed “I wasn’t going to leave you in the middle of a lake Courtney. No matter how upset I am.”

She nodded and blinked a few times tears stinging her eyes “Well I appreciate that.”

He looked so good. Tired, indifferent to her, but good. She wanted to reach out and hug him, but she wasn’t sure he wanted her to do that so she stayed where she was.

“It’s good to see you Courtney. Even if it is a bit weird.” He gave her a half smile and walked ahead of her.

She let out a long breath and followed the group in. He stayed away from her in the house leaving her with Kasey and Veronica. It had hurt her to not see him for a week, really bad. But to see him now and how he wanted nothing to do with her was even worse. She didn’t blame him but it was upsetting none the less.

The rain they’d watched come over the mountain earlier, was now coming down in buckets, and everyone was scattered through the house drinking and having a good time except Courtney, who was pouting in the living room, and Jeremy who was nowhere to be found.

She wondered idly if he left because she was there, until Justin kicked her foot and sat down across from her “What’s wrong? I can see the smoke coming out of your ears from the kitchen.”

She shrugged “Nothing really.”

“He’s still here somewhere. Do you wanna tell me what happened with you guys? He’s been off all week.”

Courtney shook her head and looked at her lap before she looked back up at him. Understanding spread across his face like a lightbulb turning on and he leaned back “Ah. I see.”

“He hates me doesn’t he?”

“I don’t think he could hate you. I think he’s just confused is all. You gotta talk to him.”

“I don’t think he wants to talk to me Justin. If he did he would have.”

“No.” Justin shook his head “I just think he thinks that you don’t wanna talk to him. Just find him and have a conversation with him. Seriously. I promise you’ll feel better.”

He left her to think over a while until she couldn’t think anymore. She needed some air. The inside was too suffocating, too loud, too many people and coupled with the thoughts in her brain it was making her sick to her stomach to be inside. She slipped out of the living room without being noticed, or so she thought and made her way outside rubbing her arms through her sleeves. Fog had covered most of Mikes back and side yard as she made her way to the beach on the back part of the porch, and turned the corner to find Jeremy already seated on it.

Her heart lept into her throat and she stopped mid-step just as he looked up “Oh sorry I didn’t-“

He shook his head and looked back out across the landscape “It’s okay.” He looked at her and then the empty spot next to him on the bench “You can sit. If you want.”

She did want. So bad, and the invite made it seem like he did too. She bit her lip and took a few small steps forward, and sat down next to him, careful not to touch him in case he didn’t want her to. She watched quietly as the excess runoff of rain from the roof overflowed the gutter, making a waterfall that was pooling on the grass and front walk.

It was silent for a few minutes before he finally spoke “I never thought we’d be like this.”

“Like what?”

“Like not even friends anymore.” He sounded a little sad, and sighed, glancing down before he looked forward again.

She felt her chest tighten “Are we not friends anymore?”

“I don’t know. You tell me.”

“Just because we haven’t spoken-“

“It’s not because we haven’t spoken and you know it.”

She nodded and blinked tears away, sniffling “I know. You deserve better Jeremy.”

“Don’t.” He shook his head “Don’t tell me what I deserve Courtney.”

“I just mean you deserve someone better than me is all. I’m not anyone you want or need in your life.”

“Come on don’t-“ he let out a huff “I don’t know what else to say Courtney. I mean, I’ve been over this in my head 100 times. Maybe I should have kept it to myself, and maybe we shouldn’t have had sex but it happened and instead of talking to me about it, you shut me out.”

She nodded and tucked her hair behind her ear “Your right. That was wrong of me. I should have just talked to you about it, and I didn’t. And I’m really sorry.” She blinked tears away “I never thought in a million years that this is a conversation we’d ever be having.”

“Why did you do it though?” He shrugged and turned to look at her for the first time “I thought we could talk about anything. And then, you just shut me out like that.”

“I just got scared is all.”

“Why?” He looked at her sadly “Courtney. I would never do anything to hurt you or jeopardize things between us. You know that right?”

She nodded “I-I do.”

“No I don’t think so.” He was shaking his head “If you did you wouldn’t have walked out on me like that.” He shoved off the bench and stood “I can’t-I can’t do this. I can’t go back to being ‘just your friend Jeremy’ anymore. Maybe that’s selfish, and if it is I’m sorry but it’s just not enough for me and I can’t pretend any longer. And the worst part is I’m pretty sure you feel the same way, but for whatever reason you won’t admit it.” She felt hot tears prick at her eyelids as he continued “I don’t understand why, and I hate that things are the way they are. And I hate that I’m making you cry but I just can’t pretend like I don’t feel about you the way that I do.”

“Wait-“ she said jumping off the bench and grabbing his wrist “Please don’t walk away.” She wrapped her arms around his midsection to keep him in place, cheek resting against his chest. She could feel his heart beating as another tear ran down her cheek and she took a ragged breath.

His stood there frozen for a second before he let out a long breath and reached a hand up to pat her on the back as he said softly “Please don’t-don’t cry.” He put a hand on either side of her face to pull it back from his chest and wiped the tears from under her eyes. His entire body was screaming at him to stop because it would end just like the last time but he just couldn’t do it.

“Jeremy.” She said softly, gaze moving between his mouth and his eyes.

With a big giant Fuck you to his brain, as his heart cheered he leaned in a little, nose brushing hers before he kissed her. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she stood on tiptoe, as a hand came to rest on either side of her waist.

Inside Justin was peering out the window chuckling “What’s happening?” Kasey asked looking over at Justin who chuckled.

“Nothing. Just Jeremy and Courtney making out on the back porch.”

The rest of the group let out a cheer and few cat calls from the kitchen as Kasey and Veronica high fived “No way! Finally. Took them long enough. Jesus what’s it been like 10 years?”

Justin giggled and closed the curtain “Let’s give them some privacy.”

[archgabrielangel]

Still thinking about that one time in Hammer of Thor when magnus remembers annabeth telling him that they can't give up on randolph, literally saying "He's family, Magnus,... We can't give up on family." do yall think she was thinking of luke when she said that? because even though he did kinda get magnus killed, his intentions and heart were in the right place just like luke😭 luke wanted revenge for the awful shit the gods had done to him so he walked the wrong road and killed and sacrificed anyone who got in his way just so he could make the world "better". and randolph sided with loki (somewhat) and got magnus killed so he could get his family back. uhh anyways

tl;dr the magnus, randolph situation in HoT probably reminded annabeth of her and luke and that is the reason I cry at night

[medi-bee]

Is riv your favorite slugcat? Or are they just your current slugcat?

I have a very hard time choosing favorites but

I love my little wet mouse very very much! They're so silly and i love giving them the goofiest faces of all time. But Saint might be tied with them as favorite, i love thinking about timeline shenanigans with them.... And I love Arti family AUs so much.........