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m00nlight-ramblings · 3 months

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Like Real People Do: Chapter 2

Chapter 2 of "Like Real People Do"

After a slight mishap in the admissions office, you find yourself in the same History class as Eddie, pushing your friendship forwards (thanks to the help of Dustin Henderson).

Read Chapter 1 here

Pairing: Eddie x AFAB reader (named "Brooke" because I hate using Y/N, but will also be using "you" to make it reader-centric!)

Warnings: Swearing, dual pov. This entire series is 18+ MINORS DNI!

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: I'm so happy so many people are liking this one...I love writing about Eddie *kicking my feet*. I've also noted that some people are wanting a tag list for this one, so if you want to be added, let me know!

The heat inside the class room was stifling – one last heat spike seemed to be in full effect in Hawkins, and the lack of air conditioning inside Hawkins High really put a damper on any chance of comfortability. Eddie fanned himself with his hand, rolling his eyes at the sweat he felt pooling slightly at his collar.

Mr. Binkins, the history teacher, was droning on an on about World War I, much to the dissatisfaction of what seemed like the whole class. Eddie’s eyes wandered to outside the window, Mr. Binkins’ voice slowly morphing into the Charlie Brown adults – womp womp WOMP wOmP womp. This was his second time taking this particular class, and even though he got a D+ the last time, he had still retained the information somewhat.

In other words, he was really, really bored.

Eddie resisted the urge to start tapping a drum beat to the latest Metallica song he heard on the radio, his pencil resting between his fingers, ready for him to say “when”. No…he wouldn’t be that annoying in first period – besides, Mr. Binkins would probably tell him to stop within 10 seconds of him starting, and where the hell was the fun in that?

His mind wandered, running down his usual daydream subjects: music, his DnD campaign, the newest issue of Playboy Wayne was hiding under his bed that he thought Eddie had no idea about…

You.

He sat straighter in his seat. You’d been in classes for a few days now, but Eddie had only seen you in the hallway a couple of times. You’d pass by and offer a polite smile, or even a friendly wave, and he would return the favor. He noticed you hadn’t seemed to be initiated into any cliques yet, and that you were equally friendly to everyone you came across whenever he saw you. At lunch, you were either sitting by yourself, or not there at all. Eddie hadn’t gotten the courage to ask you to sit with him and the Hellfire Club just yet.

Suddenly, the door to the classroom opened and in you walked, holding your books in front of you. Eddie’s heart lurched and he furrowed his brows.

Had he…conjured you? Like straight up wizard-ed you into the classroom?

“Can I help you?” Mr. Binkins asked, all heads turning to you. You offered him a smile – your trademark smile – and handed him a pink slip from the office.

“I was apparently put in the wrong history class for the past few days. The office told me I should’ve been in this one.” You scanned the class quickly, and when your eyes passed by Eddie’s, you deepened your smile, causing Eddie to blush.

Jesus, dude. Get a grip! You thought, slouching in your chair again to try and regain any sense of cool you had left in your body.

“Huh. Okay, Miss…Henway. Welcome! Tell the class a little about yourself.” He gestured to the rest of class and you turned.

“Okay. Um…hi,” You offered a little wave, “I’m Brooke. I moved here from Ohio at the end of June…um…” You made a face, pursing your lips together to try and think of something, “I’m a junior? And I work at the library. And I have a dog! Her name is Molly. Um…I think that’s it?”

“Very good. Have a seat anywhere that’s empty. Quite exciting…not only that you’re a new student, but that you’re in a senior class! Very good.” Mr. Binkins clapped his hands together, “Now, as soon as Miss Henway takes her seat, we can continue you.”

Eddie watched you scan the room again, and once you noticed the empty desk next to him, you made your way over, sitting in the seat and plopping your books on the desk. You turned to him and smiled.

“Hi again.”

“Hey,” He said, returning the smile. Lowering his voice down to a whisper, he spoke again, “So you’re in this class now? Cool.”

You nodded, “Yep. I guess the office messed up. Based on my transcripts I should be in this class. Do you know what page we’re on?” You asked, point to the textbook. Eddie shrugged.

“No idea?”

You raised your hand, “Sorry, Mr. …”

“Binkins.” The teacher said, turning around from the blackboard.

“Right. Mr. Binkins, what page are we on?”

“33.”

“Great, thanks.” You started flipping through the book and snorted, your eyes darting over to Eddie. You whispered, “I don’t mean to sound rude but…Mr. Binkins sounds like he should be related to Bilbo Baggins with a name like that.”

Eddie chuckled and his heart flipped. “Fan of ‘The Hobbit’?”

“I read a lot.” You shrugged and gave him one last smile before turning your attention back to the lesson.

Eddie leaned back in his chair, his mind starting to swirl. So, he had met a cute – beautiful, really – girl, who was also really nice, and now in one of his classes. And on top of that, she seemed to share some similar interests? He blew out some air, trying to slow down the rapid pace of his heart.

He had a feeling he was going to be in a lot of trouble.

Lunch period came quickly – thank god – and once you had grabbed your tray from the cafeteria lady, you turned to face the lunchroom. You had spent your lunch periods either sitting by yourself at the end of a table, in the library, or taken in by various random students like an orphaned colonial child. Which, really, you didn’t mind – you didn’t mind being by yourself all that much, especially when you remembered to bring something to read, or had some homework to catch up on.

You started to make your way to your favorite empty table when you heard a voice shouting behind you. “Hey! Hey!” Turning, you saw Dustin, waving his arms in the air with enthusiasm. Eddie and Mike were sitting next to him, hanging their heads in embarrassment. The other few at the table were snickering, smiling at you. Dustin waved you over and motioned to sit.

You sat down across from Eddie, sliding your bookbag underneath the table. “Hi, everyone.” You greeted.

“Hi! I’m so happy I noticed you walking to your usual empty table – you should sit with us instead from now on!” Dustin said, sitting back in his seat and smiling, “If you want!”

“Oh, thanks!” You said, “Yeah, maybe I will, if you don’t mind.” You eyed Eddie and he immediately smiled back at you, nodding slowly.

“Yeah, sure, of course.” He said.

“Great, then it’s settled! You can be apart of the lunch crew!” Dustin smiled proudly and ripped into his sandwich, chewing with his mouth open slightly, “How have your first few days been?”

You shrugged, pushing the salad you had gotten around with your fork, “Oh, it’s fine. I like school so it’s not too bad, but…” You trailed off, crossing your feet at the ankle, “Just an adjustment, is all.”

“Have you made any friends?”

“Dude!” Mike hissed, looking at Dustin, “You can’t just like, ask a new kid if they’ve made any friends yet. That’s rude.”

“No, it’s okay!” You offered, trying to lighten the mood, “I have…kinda? No one that I’ve hung out with outside of school yet…I have a bunch of classes with Nancy? Wheeler? So we’ve been chatting. Do you know her?”

Mike rolled his eyes and Dustin barked out a laugh, “Yeah, we know her. That’s Mike’s sister!”

“Oh! Oh, okay. Cool! She’s really nice.”

“Yeah…” Mike grumbled, in only the way younger brothers could. You shoved some salad in your mouth to shut yourself up, nodding and hoping someone else would take over the conversation.

“You could hang out with us, if you wanted!” Dustin offered, leaning in, “Do you play Dungeons and Dragons?”

“Dustin…” Eddie quietly groaned, “Please stop interrogating her. She’s only been able to take like, one bite of her food because you won’t stop asking her about her life story.”

“I…don’t, sorry,” You said, “Is that the game with like…dwarves and stuff?”

“Uh-huh! It’s really cool…if I do say myself.” Dustin reminded you of an over-enthusiastic puppy, which was really endearing. You noticed that Eddie, though seemingly annoyed with him, couldn’t help but have an affectionate air towards him. “I mean, we do other stuff too…not just DnD. We do movie nights, and go to the mall, and stuff.”

“I like the mall.” You offered politely, “I like to do a lot of stuff. And I like movie nights, too.”

“Next time we have one, we’ll invite you! Right, Eddie?”

Suddenly, Dustin shot up in his seat and yelped in pain, reaching down to his foot. Everyone at the table stopped to stare at him, including yourself.

“Jesus, that hurt, Eddie! Why did you kick me?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Eddie said, in monotone. His eyes flickered to yours and back to Dustin, “I say we let her decide if she wants to hang out with us. Stop peer pressuring the poor lady to go to a movie night with us for Christ’s sake.”

Your heart sank a little – even though Eddie was friendly enough, it didn’t really seem like he wanted you to hang out with his group. Which was fine, since you didn’t know each other very well, but it still would’ve been nice if he had been a little more welcoming. Especially, considering you thought he was really handsome…in a rockstar, grungy kind of way.

“Um…well…I work weekends sometimes for the library so…I don’t really know my schedule. So who knows when I can even go to a movie night…” Pushing your food with your fork again, you tried your best to sound nonchalant, and not like a movie night would be the most fun you’ve had in a while.

Dustin frowned a little and took another bite of his sandwich, “Yeah, yeah. Okay…well…let us know…” He focused on his food and trailed off. You quickly looked up to Eddie, who was looking at you, but then looked away at his own food.

The rest of lunch was kind of awkward, with everyone making polite conversation about their “newest campaign” (whatever that was), and peppering questions in for you about your previous life in Ohio. Soon, the bell rang, and you made your way to the garbage can, throwing away the leftovers and sliding the tray on the collectable surface on top.

“Hey…” Eddie slid next to you, falling in line while you started to walk to your next class, “I’m sorry about Dustin. We don’t get a lot of…um, excitement? In Hawkins, so a new girl is quite a big deal for him, I guess,” He offered a smile, shoving his hands in his jeans pockets.

“Oh, it’s okay. It’s kind of sweet, actually. I like him…he seems nice.”

“Yeah…he is. He’s really nice.”

Your heart felt like it was being squeezed with the obvious tenderness Eddie had for Dustin. You both walked in silence for a second before he spoke again.

“Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that the next time we do have a movie night, you are more than welcome to come. In fact, we’d love to have you. If you want, of course.” He said, avoiding eye contact. You brightened a bit.

“Yeah? Okay, then. I’d like that.”

“I’ll let you know, then. I do have to warn you, though – we usually watch strictly horror flicks.”

“Oh, no!” You squealed, a laugh rising within you, “I love horror movies but I get scared so easily…just make sure I have something to hold on to so when I jump in fear, I don’t fall off the couch!”

As soon as the words left your mouth, your mind immediately flashed an image of you in Eddie’s arms, nuzzling into his neck to hide from the movie playing on the television. Heat creeped into your neck, no doubt causing you to blush.

Eddie awkwardly cleared his throat, looking away, “Yeah, I’ll make sure to have a blanket or something…a super special blanket made to protect you from the big bad scary man on T.V.” He ended the sentence in a goofy voice, wiggling his fingers for affect. You scrunched your nose and giggled, both of you walking up to the entrance to your classroom.

Suddenly, the bell rang, giving you one minute to get to class. “Well…thanks for lunch today. And for the movie invite. I’ll see you around?” You said, smiling. Eddie nodded, rocking on his heels.

“Yeah, see you around.”

You turned to head into class and for some reason, looked back at Eddie. He was inching his way away from the door of your classroom, but made sure you were fully in your seat before walking away. Smiling to yourself, you sat down.

You were really starting to like Hawkins.

Saturday night, you found yourself in front of Eddie’s trailer, smoothing your shirt and taking a deep breath to calm your nerves. Your first time hanging out with someone from Hawkins – hanging out with anyone in months, really – and you were a bit nervous. Never mind the fact that you were seeing Eddie.

No…those nervous butterflies definitely didn’t have anything to do with that.

The trailer was on the smaller side, so you heard multiple voices right away. It seemed like you were one of the last ones to arrive, even though you were right on time. Suddenly, the door opened, and Eddie’s smiling face greeted you.

“You made it!” He said, ushering you inside. “Did you find my place okay?”

“Yeah, it was easy! You’re close to my house.” You said, walking into the trailer. Eddie shut the door behind you.

The trailer was homey – full of knick-knacks and memorabilia. Though the amount of stuff was overwhelming (in a good way), it was meticulously clean. You immediately felt at ease – almost at home.

The rest of Hellfire looked up at you in surprise. Eventually, Dustin smiled and stood up.

“Hey! I didn’t know you were coming!” He said, almost too excitedly. Immediately behind him, Mike rolled his eyes and Gareth, Jeff, and Dougie chuckled.

“Must have forgotten to mention it,” Eddie murmured quickly, guiding you to the couch, “Okay, who’s ready for the movie?!” He moved on quickly, shutting down any conversation Dustin was about to start. Dustin shot him a curious look and shrugged, heading to the kitchen.

“I’ll start to popcorn!” He called, opening the microwave.

You sat on the couch and Eddie immediately handed you a crocheted blanket. You looked at him, confused.

“The blanket…you know…to protect you from the big bad man on T.V…” He answered sheepishly, turning a light shade of scarlet. Your heart flipped at the recognition from the conversation you had a few days ago. Taking the blanket, you unfolded it and smiled.

“Oh, Eddie. Thanks. That’s so sweet.”

Eddie shrugged and sat down on the other side of the couch, leaving at least two people’s worth of space between you, “Yeah well, I couldn’t have you scared shitless your first time in my place.” He tried to wave it off like it was no big deal.

“So I’m assuming we’re watching a scary movie?”

“Not one, not two, but THREE scary movies!” Dougie said, holding up three fingers, “If you can handle it, that is.”

“Oh, she’ll be able to handle it,” Dustin said, coming back with a big bowl of popcorn. He sat next to you, offering the bowl, “Right, Brooke?”

You nodded, taking some popcorn. “I hope so.” You looked towards Eddie, only to find that he was already staring at you. When you made eye contact, he immediately looked away, fiddling with the remote in his hand. Your heart did a cartwheel, and you stifled a blush rising on your neck.

You certainly hoped so.

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Thank you all so much for reading! As always, comments, reblogs, and likes mean more than you know!

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belowzion · 4 months

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Adam and Why I Felt His Character Disappointing

Sooo, I have watched the first two episodes of Hazbin Hotel! While I did really enjoy Status Quo (The song, the fact that Vox loses his first match against Alastor in the show is quite sad.) the rest of the show, I had a lot of problems. Especially the way they handled Adam.

(Look at this lil' shid.)

The dude-bro thing is just too much. It feels like his entire character is just Mammon but Angel.

Now, I've been working on rewrites for months now, slowly turning it into my own piece of fiction. Funnily enough, me and Vivzie had the same idea of taking from Paradise Falls. I feel like the book is great and can have many different ways of interpreting it. However, I am not here to talk about Lucifer, so lets instead get back to Adam.

So, let me tell you all about Adam in Below Zion and how he is in a bit of an odd spot considering Angels...:

Adam is in his luxury spire, pacing around, phone in hand, another hand flailing, disappointment, sadness and anger is felt in the presence of his holy living room.

"You hold the keys to the Well of Souls, you lead an army of an entirely new species of Angels! And you're letting these absolute nutjobs beat you!? Adam, come on! You're better than that! I mean for fuck sake man, you have the name of the first human! He got like... 100 percent of woman in his time!"

"Good on him, but i have 0 percent. I'm telling you, there's something wrong with women. They Never go for a nice guy like me, only for douchebags who probably don't even treat them right!"

"Well, Adam. Do tell me… how would YOU treat your woman?" "Well, i treat M'lady like a queen, of course! They don't know how good they would have it with me!"

"... M'lady...M'lady? Adam... you don't treat woman like... oh my... Mrghhh! Look, this is the third time this week. Why don't you just come over to me and... we'll talk bro to bro. How does that sound, hm?"

"...I don't know what you have, the Virtuosos (opposite of sinner, worships angels despite flaws) tell me it's Top gentemanly behavior of the century. And yes... I'd love that. I'm coming. And i'm bringing my emotional support Lute."

"... Just... just come over here and we'll fix you up... or attempt to at least..." Adam sighs, and hangs up. Lute comes out of Adams room with a suggestive smile, like she always does.

"Mmm, we're visiting Master Lucifer, sir?"

"We are, my dear Lute."

He says, kissing her forehead.

"Just a trip for a talk between bros. Sounds lovely, doesn't it?"

"Indeed, sir... Would you like me to transform?"

"That would be preferable for the way... yes. Makes getting out of town easier."

She nods... and folds into a brilliant lute! And then... Adam is off... taking flight to meet with Lucy...

Adam is an agent of Lucifer whom is... okay, lets not beat around the bush here. He is an incel. The odd thing here is that, Exterminators are an unofficial branch of Heavens military. So unofficial that even Arch-Angels don't know about them. They are robotic angels, made by Lucifer and a dear friend of his, trained and maintained by Adam. Adam is also not the leader of the Angels. He works at a very high position, that being that he guards the Well of Souls that leads to the conjuration of all the souls on Earth. All Exterminators are made for Lucifer and Adam. The marks on their eyes are the Mark of Lucifer. They belong to him. They do whatever HE wants.

This makes Adams girlfriend a robot.

He has an AI girlfriend.

He objectifies women to no end.

He is also very good at his job as being Lucifers mole in Heaven. While Sinners do pacts with each other, Adam allows Lucifer to have a foothold in Heaven, years after he got kicked out...

Adam is in his luxury spire, sitting at his computer, with a plate of pretzels on the desk, phone in hand, screaming wildly to it!

"What you're suggesting is ABSOLUTELY ludicrous! I will have NONE of it! You will deal with the Brightwing family until next week or I'll make sure to put that pact to good use!"

From the phone, a rather paniced individual speaks!

"Hah, BITCH! You think you have any say in here!? Killing the guys children- what don't tell me YOU have any children!? You do?! Well, uh, thats the thing! Noooot anymore you don't! I'll see you again soooooon~

The other angel on the phone seems to speak in an extremely agitated and afraid tone! Pleading!

"Oh! Changed your mind have you!? Great, GREAT! NOW! I got the whole thing planned out for you, so YOU can't mess this up! Sending you the docs. DON'T. MESS. THIS. UP! BYE, ASSHOLE!"

He hangs up and grins triumphantly…

He continues to deal with the usual fluff. Lucifers extend into heavens business. Angels need a good amount of convincing to stay in line sometimes, but it's good work, and… dare he say it, fun~ With how he feels life is treating him, it feels Great to be able to make the lives of others even worse. It having such a positive impact on the work of his best bud is of course a wonderful bonus!

He is a lonely asshole that lives off of the misery of others and finds purpose in serving someone like Lucifer.

He is a villain, but he is a lot more complicated than just being a dude-bro.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel criticism #hazbin hotel critique #hazbin hotel rewrite

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rotten-games · 21 days

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How would the ROs feel if they noticed the MC drawing them?

I'm sure I've answered a question like this a looooong time ago for the rott ROs. I'll dig that up in a bit and reblog it after this one so, for now I'll just be doing the CoI love interests.

Carol: Oddly, her main concern would be with how you got those supplies and whether you're starting to run out. Not because she's the fun police but so you don't run out before she can find more. Somehow.

Lowrie: They'd be... well, they'd be surprised. In secret, probably only with Carol and Harley, they'd gush about your talents.

Harley: Every time they catch you drawing them, they'd give you a goofy pose and try to fluster you. For Funsies.

Ridley: They would simply perish from embarrassment. After they die, they would conjure up new ideas to try and make you better or at least more art materials (you're probably running low on them, and paper, really).

Doc: She's the type where she would silently take note of your talents and then give you every art supply she manages to come across in her travels. No mention of your skills or abilities made unless you actually pushed for her opinion. (She loves your art)

Allard: They're that ass that will tease you about it because they don't know how to properly compliment someone without sounding condescending. They'd get you more paper and whatnot, but you won't ever be sure they aren't somehow playing the long con just to get you for something.

Mordred: To be fair, he's probably well-versed in your hobbies by this point, so whether he sees you're drawing him or not means little. A part of him would feel a little flattered but that is never an emotion he ever feels particularly comfortable expressing because, well, he's a bit of an arse who's allergic to sincerity.

Arthur: He would simply pretend he didn't notice it. Not because he feels any negative way about the prospect, but because he'd be concerned that if you caught him watching you might stop and forbid him from ever looking again.

Adrastea: They would make an entire song and dance about how you have good taste, and that if you wanted to draw them you should have just asked. Quietly, if you allow it, they'd frame your portraits in their bedroom.

Deimos: He wouldn't mention it, he's about as emotionally constipated as Arthur is if not more, but there would be signs he's seen you drawing. Maybe an offhanded comment here, a gift of fancy art supplies there. Just because he can. And because he kind of likes it. But don't mention it. Please.

Dagda: They... would get mad at first; they've seen so many images of themselves that they always feel... objectified by any kind of attention, even such simple attention as a portrait. Eventually, they'd rethink the stance--they know how they feel about you, and they're sure they know how you feel about them, so surely your intent wouldn't be to hurt. At some point, they would apologise, and quietly ask if they can frame the picture in their office somewhere.

And hope it makes them feel anything but loathing for themself eventually.

Saga: They're the type that would see you drawing them once, not mention it, but think long and hard about a great gift to get you that would nourish your talents... Then proceed to hire out an entire art studio to exhibit your works. You will know none of this, until they tell you five months down the line.

Perci: She would IMMEDIATELY point it out with a compliment and then never let you forget how much she loves your art. Ever.

#coi game

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wordswrittenbynight · 2 years

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All of your wips sound really cool!! I’d love to hear about them if your open to sharing details!! (No pressure though.) (This is my main blog because my writing blog won’t let me send asks lol)

Thank you so much! <3 I'd be happy to share some things.

The Winner, The Girl in the Mirror, and Black Friday are all still in the conceptual stage and came about very recently.

The Winner: My husband and I recently bought lottery tickets, and I lamented that the only way I ever win anything is if I don't want to win. That conjured an idea of a woman who legitimately doesn't want to win the lottery winning it, and then having to deal with the fallout of becoming a multimillionaire overnight. Spoiler: It's a nightmare - people wanting money for various things even if they don't know her that well, trying to scam or rob her, and basically turning her life into a living hell.

The Girl in the Mirror: Of all places, the idea came from an Annapantsu video where apparently one of her friends said they had a crush on the mirror from Shrek. This led to the idea of a girl falling in love with a soul trapped in a mirror.

I'm still debating on whether or not I want this to be romance or horror (or even both), so this one's chilling in the back of the line for now.

Black Friday: This idea came from a Tumblr post about treating Black Friday as the Purge for retail employees (I can't find the link for this one, sorry). It just clicked in my head that a determined killer could potentially use Black Friday as a way to get a bunch of people into a confined space and massacre them all. So that's what it's going to be - a fun slasher story about a former retail employee taking out his aggression on a bunch of people on Black Friday.

Eternity and Labyrinth are further along in their development. They've got full cast lists, roadmaps, and - importantly - I've started writing their manuscripts.

Labyrinth is a deadly game story about a bunch of people being placed in a maze filled with traps and tests, with only one being ultimately allowed to leave. This idea came about because I love the deadly game genre, but it seems to be drying up right now and I can only watch Saw/Would You Rather/Battle Royale so many times before I need something new.

This one's taking a little bit longer because I'm deciding which exact traps I want to be in which exact places, but I have almost everything planned out and the story started, and I'm excited about the carnage that's going to ensue.

Eternity is the longest-standing WIP. It originated a few years ago when I did NYC Midnight's Screenwriting competition (side note: Don't do this). I don't remember the exact prompt (I think it was like a news anchor or something), but the genre was Romantic Comedy, which was like a death sentence for Edgy Younger Nightingale.

To compensate, I wrote a story about two young women named Ilsa and Lydia. Ilsa was a news reporter who'd been dead for a year, and Lydia was the former intern who was still alive and pining for Ilsa. Lydia tried to bring Ilsa back to life, only to botch the ritual and wind up in the underworld while still alive.

In its current form, it's still a romance, just with less comedy and more macabre elements (Ex. Lydia has to return to the living world within a certain amount of time or else she'll prematurely die). Lydia kept her name, but Ilsa's name has changed to Elesa. And it's more about understand love and what "for eternity" really means.

Thank you for asking! Feel free to ask questions about my wips any time! <3

#ask nightingale #multifaceted-musings #about my wips #wip: The Winner #wip: The Girl in the Mirror #wip: Black Friday #wip: Labyrinth #wip: Eternity #writing #my writing #writeblr #nightingale writes

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talea456 · 5 months

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Hey, @wearewatcher! I've got a request for Ghost Files! (And honestly, something for Shane to do...cause I think he's who can answer this call...you know, the chosen one.)

Flesh out ghost/paranormal world-building, please!

Listen, I like to zone-out listening to ghost hunting things on Youtube while doing my hyperfixating on my puzzles and such, and y'all, most ghost hunters have THE WORST headcannons. (And they ask the dumbest questions ever.) For example:

1) Like, creepy basement ALWAYS = demons!! What? That's dumb. Why would some all-powerful, evil being just be hanging in a basement of all places? (Idk man, I think the biggest evil in the world is like...people who commit genocide or maybe exploit others for their own gain?)

But okay, let's say basement = demons. Then, why are the demons always in the basements? Going a bit Good Omens with this right now, but...are they actually on their demon "lunch break?" Like, they head to dark, damp places to be left alone, but then all these stupid humans come in with their loud-ass spirit boxes and bug the shit out of them? Is that why they're always like "RUN," "EVIL" and "LEAVE?" ...'Cause if I'm on my lunch break, same demons. Same.

-> If so, I think it would be nice to share some new ideas for keeping humans out of their way. Like, maybe they just don't realize that "creepy victorian girl in a nightgown" isn't enough to scare 21st century humans away. (Not that it's their fault they don't know that. It's hard for adults to keep up with teenager trends, so I can only imagine how hard it would be to keep up with human trends if you're immortal.) Maybe they need to consider appearing as a giant spider like Shelob or something. Most people would run away from Shelob. Or appear as a roach or bug infestation or something (you know, like the insect cave in Temple of Doom). Other than potential fumigators or entomologists, most people would skip going to the basement in that case.

2) Also the stupid theory that the demons need energy from fear?? Makes no damn sense. There's energy freakin' everywhere in nature! That's what makes even Physics 101 so annoying--all those forces and such. So...why would their fuel need to be emotion? And okay, sure, if for some supernatural reason emotion is their food, why only human emotion? Why couldn't they just freak out a raccoon and be good with that? If I were reading a Fanfic and the author did such lazy-ass world building, I would stop reading. (Please ask the basement demons if they also think this theory is stupid next time you're down there.)

-> And also, if you go back to the Conjuring house, maybe suggest to the bent-neck lady that she should try crawling in a back-bend like a Japanese ghost for additional fear/creep factor...'cause word is out on her bent neck thing, so it's probably lost the same "scare" level it used to have. If human fear = food, girl is probs starving! So help her out, please.

Other random questions that I want to ask ghosts instead of the stupid "how did you die?" or "do you know you're dead?" questions:

If you're just going about your day without a body, do you still like, go to the bathroom and stuff? I mean, Everyone Poops (as the children's book says), but if you don't have a body, you don't need to poop. But if you don't think you're dead, then you must be going through the act of pooping, 'cause not needing to poop for like 100 years is kinda a dead give away (pun intended) that you're dead.

Do you have to wear your fancy outfits after death? Can't you just change into like pajamas or something more comfortable than a full suit or victorian dress? I mean, COVID shutdown proved to us that living humans turn to pajamas as often as possible, so I would assume ghosts would too. (OH SHIT! Is that why there are so many lady-ghosts in nightgowns in the UK? They're just getting comfy???)

Do they miss food? (Cause I would totally miss ice cream, pizza, burgers, etc.) Or can they have ghost-feasts like that imaginary meal the lost-boys had in the movie Hook?

(I could think of more, but I should probably wrap this up.)

In conclusion: Do the other ghost-hunters a solid by completing some world-building so the bullshit at least makes sense.

#watcher #ghost files #ryan bergara #shane madej #ghost hunting #neurodivergent thoughts

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tigirl-and-co · 2 years

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hewwo! so i've been away long enough to not know your star system girls :0c so please answer these for them!

👤💓 🌌 :3

Ohhhhh balam, you have no idea how excited I am to answer this ask, I’ve been waiting all day lmao <33333333

SO just for a quick rundown, Grits, Oatmeal, and Daisy run a large crime syndicate, with Grits and Daisy being the younger siblings of some small-time crooks in the star system canon, while Wolf is the leader of a small-time gang who are mostly just together for survival, and eventually she takes in Roxy who had been kicked out by her mother as a child. Wolf has no biological relationship to any star system members, and Roxy is the love child of notorious criminal Skunk, who does not know she exists and probably wouldn’t care if he did

Also I’m including Annie even though she’s not a character in the most traditional sense. Sometimes you answer ask memes about the family dog robot wolf, and that’s okay!

Grits

Well, her brother is Hamegg, and I kinda wanted to keep in with the breakfast food theme uwu also bc somebody with grit is somebody who is hardcore, who survives, so it’s sort of a play on words too

Volume 1 of Sailor Moon. Her brother used to read it to her as a bedtime story, so it holds great sentimental value. It’s worn and has a few stains from being treated roughly and handled by children, but to her it’s as good as mint condition.

Way in the back corner of the park she would visit as a child, is a gazebo, once white, now off-grey and slowly rotting. Her brother and his friends would take her there on sunny days, letting her play while they plotted and schemed in the way kids on a bad path do. Despite its state of decay, on days where she needs to clear her head she still visits, and can almost conjure up those days gone by

Oatmeal

Out-of-universe, I needed a name that was similar to but different from Grits, so we ended up at Oatmeal uwu in-universe, it’s bc Grits spared no expense in creating a robot double of herself, pouring money into the project, and then stood beside it as it was activated. It opened its eyes, looked at Grits and asked ‘What is my name?’ and Grits went ‘...oh fuck,’ having COMPLETELY forgotten about that part, and came up with ‘Oatmeal’ pretty much on the spot. RIP to Grits, no good under pressure.

Her outfit! Wearing the dress really makes Oatmeal feel like she has an identity, like she can fill the shoes she was given. Plus it’s the first thing Grits ever gave her, so it has sentimental value, too

Their bedroom. All three girls share a huge bedroom in the mansion they own totally legally with money obtained through legal means. It’s not only a safe place in a physical sense, but also in an emotional sense. They all let their facades fall, and can just be genuine with each other! And for Oatmeal, who is still kinda figuring herself out, it’s refreshing to see not only her girlfriends like that, but to be allowed to experiment with herself and her own personality as well

Daisy Ben

Well, she’s Heck Ben’s sister so… Also she’s named after and based on Daisy Ubuntu from the new season of Meerkat Manor… she’s based on a Meerkat what have I DONE. Daisy is just a good Southern Belle name tho tbh.

When she was 4 years old, Heck ‘found’ enough money to buy her a toy, since she didn’t have many. He got her a big plush ducky, who she named Cheese and Quackers. Dear Cheese has been loved half to death by now, but she still treasures him, and he sits on the nightstand to watch over the three of them as they sleep.

Horseback, or out in tall grass. Her family, including her, worked at the stables, caring for and exercising the horses, and even though she doesn’t often do it anymore, she loves riding bareback to help clear her head. Barring that, she loves hunkering down in tall grass, unseen by prying eyes. It makes her feel like a predatory animal uwu

Wolf Pack

wolf… good……… (in-universe, it’s debated on whether or not it’s her real name)

A small, pink stuffed dog. It was the only thing Roxy had from home, other than the clothes on her back, and eventually she gave it to Wolf as thanks for taking her in and as a sign of trust. Its name is Strawberry

Once she begins to trust him, Elefun’s office at the ministry of science! It’s a safe place for her physically, and it’s just… nice, you know? To not have to be the most responsible person in the room for once. To be able to let somebody else handle things.

Roxy Pack

Roxy is always a good name! In this case, it’s meant to be a reference to the Roxy Hunter series of movies, which I saw like 2 or 3 of as a kid. Her last name is Pack since she was unofficially taken in by Wolf as a little sister <3 also when paired with Annie, their names make ‘Roxanne’ which doesn’t mean anything but I thought it would be neat

A knife! Specifically, a scratched-up and kinda shitty blue karambit. When Wolf first took her in, she gave her the knife to help her protect herself, and as that was the first act of kindness Roxy had experienced in what felt like forever, it became very important to her. She now collects knives lmao.

Wolf’s room in the gang hideout. She knows Wolf will always look out for her! Plus, Wolf has a bunch of scientific posters on the walls and a few science mags lying around, and when nobody’s looking, she’ll try to read them. Wolf does her best to teach Roxy, but homegirl is also just naturally curious and wants to learn, lack of schooling be damned!

Annie the Robot Wolf

100% I just wanted to get the Roxanne thing. In-universe, Wolf named her for exactly the same reason lol

Roxy’s sweatshirt. She naps on it and can use its scent to find Roxy if anything bad happened

Dog park. She was programmed to have canine instincts, and sometimes she just wants to play with the other pooches <3333 'cuddling with Roxy' is also a valid answer

Thank you sooooooo much for the ask!!!!! This was so much fun <33333 I hope you like my girls ;w;

#ask #ocs #star system ocs #grits #oatmeal #daisy ben #down home breakfast #roxy pack #wolf pack #annie the robowolf #tezuka star system #yo can u go to public school if ur homeless? idk.#like can you just Show Up to school and they have to let you stay?#if yes then Roxy still goes to school

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mimisempai · 3 years

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Every time I look at you, I fall in love again

Summary:

As he gazes at his sleeping lover, Loki remembers the moments where he fell in love with Mobius.OrFive times when Loki's heart pounded in a special way and once when it pounded in a familiar way.

Notes:

Tumblr request : a 5+1 - it could be about moments in their relationship where Loki falls more in love w/ Mobius

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32821156

2084 words - Rating G

For once, Loki woke up this morning before Mobius.

Leaning on his hand, he took the opportunity to watch his beloved while he slept.

As he gazed at the sleeping features of his lover, he was once again taken aback by the strength of his feelings.

Loki had little or no experience with love, so he had nothing to compare to what he was experiencing with Mobius right now.

No one had made him feel the way the man made him feel.

It was as if Mobius had wrapped his roots around Loki's heart little by little but without imprisoning him.

Mobius' love had set him free.

In return, Loki's feelings had taken root in Mobius' constancy.

Sometimes Loki liked to think about how his feelings had developed, because it had all happened so quickly that he had never been able to enjoy those stolen first moments.

It would be hard for Loki to say exactly when he had begun to notice that his relationship with Mobius was different from any relationship he had had before, but what he was sure of was that no one had ever been able to see through him as quickly as Mobius.

"I don't like to talk."

"But you do like to lie, which you just did. Because we both know you love to talk. Talkie-talkie."

Honestly, at that moment, Loki thought fondly, if he hadn't been so angry at being found out, he would have laughed.

As a matter of fact, it had become a fond memory for them. Whenever Loki would go into one of his grandiloquent tirades, Mobius would simply make this little gesture with his hand and would mouth "Talkie Talkie"

" You don't know anything about me.

"Maybe I'd like to learn."

It was probably at that moment that Mobius had begun to touch something in Loki that no one had ever touched. The fact that anyone would even bother to genuinely learn about him was in itself new. Except for his mother and Thor, most people had always assumed the worst of him.

"Honestly, I'm actually a fan. Yeah. And I guess I'm wondering why does someone with so much range just wanna rule?

Mobius had been the first to make him question himself.

Of course, at the time, he was not at all receptive to what Mobius' words really meant.

It had taken him some time to admit the truth.

The moment he had admitted it, the naked truth, without any more artifice, he had been ready to receive the final blow, the ratification of his vileness, but no, nothing like that.

"Because it's part of the illusion. It's the cruel, elaborate trick conjured by the weak to inspire fear."

"'A desperate play for control.' You do know yourself."

"A villain."

"That's not how I see it."

That's not how I see it.

At that moment, Loki's heart had pounded for the first time.

The man in front of him had seen all the lowliness that Loki was capable of and yet he did not see him as a villain.

From the first hours of their meeting, he had made it impossible for Loki not to love him and from then on, his feelings had grown exponentially.

As he walked down the path of his memories, Loki continued to gaze at Mobius as he slept. A small miracle in itself for Loki.

Knowing who Loki was, Mobius slept in his presence. The perfect image of absolute trust.

Loki sometimes still had trouble feeling worthy of such trust.

Seeing him sleeping like that, he thought of the day when he himself had first fallen asleep in this way with Mobius.

The day he fell a little more in love with Mobius.

It started with Mobius taking the blame for the failure of their first mission together, when it was all Loki's fault. They could have just pruned him, but no, Mobius had pleaded his case to Ravonna.

Then Loki had presented his theory to Mobius, admittedly with a rather shaky metaphor, even ruining one of his lover's favorite dishes.

"Well, here's a fun theory. You lure me out into the field, and then you stab me in the back. And that's a theory I don't wanna test."

"I'd never stab anyone in the back. That's such a boring form of betrayal."

"Loki, I've studied almost every moment of your entire life. You've literally stabbed people in the back, like, 50 times."

"Well, I'd never do it again, because it got old."

Mobius laughed and chose to follow Loki's theory, even though Loki had given him no reason to believe in him until now. Even though his theory was based on almost nothing, Mobius had chosen to believe Loki.

Then they returned from Pompeii and something happened that had never happened to Loki, he had fallen asleep. Loki, who was distrustful of everything and nothing, had simply fallen asleep in the presence of someone he hardly knew. As if his heart had understood before his mind that he had nothing to fear from Mobius.

When Mobius had woken him up, Loki's heart had pounded for the second time, and it wasn't fright that had caused it, but the realization that Loki was falling in love and falling deeply.

As he looked up from his contemplation of Mobius, Loki's gaze fell on the photo that lay on his nightstand. A memory of their first vacations, when Mobius had finally realized his dream. In the middle of the paradisiacal decor of an island in Midgard, Loki had taken this photo of Mobius piloting -at last- a jetski. So much joy on his face.

Another thing that made Loki fall in love a little more: the passion of his lover for some small insignificant things.

Josta, salad, jet-ski...

"You know, some things... Actually, most things in history are kinda dumb, and everything gets ruined eventually. But in the early 1990s, for a brief, shining moment, there was a beautiful union of form and function, which we call the jet ski, and a reasonable man cannot differ."

"You ever been on one?"

"No... No. I think a TVA agent showing up on a jet ski on the Sacred Timeline, that would create a branch for sure."

"Oh it'd be fun, though."

"Yeah, it'd be really fun."

"So, why read about them?"

"It just helps remind me of what we're fighting for."

The expression Mobius had had at that moment, when he had said something like that with such candor had made Loki fall even more.

And his heart had pounded for the third time.

While he had sensed that what would happen next would destroy what Mobius believed in, Loki had not been able to stop himself from wanting to protect him and his happiness, and to hope that one day he would be able to realize his dream.

With his eyes on the photo commemorating a very real memory, he felt a sense of satisfaction, because his lover had been able to realize this dream and Loki had been there to witness it.

"Loki... Don't go..."

Loki's eyes returned from the picture to his lover, whose features were now tense, probably from a nightmare.

"I'm here love, I'm not leaving. I'm staying with you."

Saying this, Loki gently strokes Mobius' cheek and his expression immediately relaxes. After a few seconds,he was sleeping peacefully again.

Loki didn't need to read Mobius' mind to know what he had dreamed.

He had known that he had taken a huge risk when he had decided to follow Sylvie and he had known that the reunion with Mobius would not be easy.

After all, he had betrayed him. But of all the acts of betrayal that Loki had been guilty of, this was the one that had cost him the most. Because of the feelings he was beginning to have for Mobius.

But what he hadn't imagined was that Mobius would almost turn into a jealous lover, even though at that point they didn't have that kind of relationship at all.

Loki had been incredibly surprised that it wasn't Loki's betrayal that had hurt Mobius the most, but the fact that he had made a connection with Sylvie.

"Come on. Look at your eyes. You like her."

"You like her. Does she like you?"

"Both of you were just swooning over each other."

"It's breaking my reality right now. What an incredible seismic narcissist. You fell for yourself."

"I'm supposed to believe your terrorist girlfriend"

"What, your female self that you have some demented crush on…"

Loki's heart had pounded for the fourth time when he realized what it could mean. He had fallen a little more at the thought of Mobius, at the thought that the man might be jealous, at the thought of what it might mean about Mobius' feelings for him.

Then there had been that moment of grace, the exact moment when Loki had known that he was definitely in love with Mobius.

For the first time, when everything was against him, someone had chosen to believe in him. That someone was Mobius.

Even though he was clearly angry with Loki, he still listened to him and chose to believe him.

Despite Loki's attempts at manipulation, betrayals, and mistakes, Mobius renewed his faith in him and spoke those words that were imprinted in Loki's head.

"You could be whoever, whatever you wanna be, even someone good. I mean, just in case anyone ever told you different."

Loki's throat tightened as he was overwhelmed by the emotion of the memory.

Mobius had no idea how many wounds he had healed in Loki at that moment.

After what Loki had done, where Odin and Thor had not forgiven him, not only had Mobius forgiven him but even more amazingly, he had shown that he believed that Loki was capable of being good, of doing good.

At that moment, Loki's heart did not pound once, but thousands of times, at full speed. Because of the joy and love that filled it.

The sudden disappearance of Mobius just afterwards had been all the more cruel. Because at that moment, they didn't know about the Void and Loki had thought Mobius was lost forever. He had been devastated.

He couldn't help but touch Mobius' face, gently so as not to wake him, then he whispered softly, "You too Mobius, do not ever leave me."

They had found each other again.

When he first saw Mobius after he thought he had lost him, it only confirmed Loki's feelings for Mobius.

The way his heart had pounded at the sight of the one he loved was impossible to ignore.

So when they had to part once again, Loki had not been able to resist the pull of his heart, and instead of grabbing Mobius' hand, he had taken the man in his arms.

Loki had held Mobius in his arms many times since that moment, but he would never forget the feeling of that first hug. The feeling that the universe was in place. That he was where he belonged, that he was home. He had expressed without words all that he felt and Mobius had answered him in the same way. They had to part again, but this time the bond between them was undeniable and unbreakable.

They had to go through a lot to finally enjoy their love, without the sword of Damocles, without the threat of the end of the world, or of a multiversal war over their heads, but they had made it. They were here now.

With each passing day, Loki fell a little more in love.

The Midgardian saying, I love you more than yesterday and less than tomorrow, had become his.

Because every time he looked at Mobius and realized the love they shared, he felt like it was stronger.

Mobius moved in his sleep, making the sheet slide off his shoulder.

Loki could not resist and leaned over to kiss the bare shoulder. Mobius woke up and turned to face Loki with a sleepy smile on his lips.

"Hey there handsome," Mobius whispered to Loki, gently kissing Loki's cheek. Loki's heart fluttered in a familiar way now, at such gentleness and at the adoration he read in his lover's eyes.

"Hey love," whispered Loki.

Mobius kissed him, his lips pressing lazily against Loki's. Loki smiled and kissed him back, happy.

Together they enjoyed the delights of a perfect, quiet morning.

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All other one-shots of this series here : X

As always, bear with me as it is not beta'd I hope you enjoyed it 🥰

#Lokius #loki series #loki #mobius m. mobius #lokius fic #moki #wowki #time husbands #time frost #established relationship #memories #5+1 things #lazy morning

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everafterkeiji · 3 years

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Song: Paper Rings by Taylor Swift

Summary: Hanamaki finally seals your fate by proposing to you- with a crappy ring that is.

Pairings: Takahiro Hanamaki x fem! reader

Word count: 6.9k

Genre: absolute fluff and crack, curse words

A/N: not me screaming when i had this idea, I've never felt more single in my life- brb bawling my eyes out- also let's pretend their in the same classes✋

Well, fate isn't something to be entirely trusted upon and neither should Hanamaki.

"Aw, shit."

He cusses when you bump into him, considering his incredibly tall figure, you were caught off guard on who you even crashed into. A small clink sound lands on the floor as you immediately face the boy who was looking at the ground, quite weirdly searching his pockets.

"Sorry- wait you're Hanamaki right?" You asked him, familiar with his hair color. You've seen him play countless of times due to the support of the school for each of their games yet you've never been this close with him. With his state, you immediately question what's got him so frantic.

He eyes the pen that was dead on the floor and he pouts before crouching down to reach it before he dusts off the dirt on it. He opens the cap of it before mindlessly writing on his hand and frowning even more when the ink didn't held its usual consistency- every stroke of a word had it loosing its pigment.

"Man, 'Kawas gonna kill me." He sighs before putting his hands and pen in his pocket as he looks at you surprised. How can he dismiss that he'd bump into you? He immediately bows in a way to apologize to you, completely forgetting that you were the one to hit him.

You knew he was pertaining to the well known setter but you were solely confused in what he was so worried about. Looking at the pen in his pocket, you saw how the ink was full but there were black spillage in the inside. You raise your eyebrow in confusion.

Did he just drop a new pen?

"I'm sorry I dropped your pen- I can let you borrow mine." You propose to him as he takes the pen in his hands admiring it like a wound in someone's arm. Seeing how you were scrambling in your bag to reach for your pencil case, his eyes sparkled at how it contained numerous pens, highlighters and mechanical pencils.

"Looking at the murder you caused, I'm simply asking for more than one pen then."

You tilt your head in curiosity but instead you opened your pencil case as he digs his hand in there picking three pens making you want to scoff at how he picked the gel pens that were your favorite. He looked at each one, writing on his palm if everything was working. He raises an eyebrow at you making you question if this was a fever dream because of how random it was- he acted like he was in a stationary section and it benefitted him that this particular section was free.

He then takes your hand causing you to internally yelp at his actions. Your eyes trail to what he was writing, you noticed it was his name instead. You look up at him as he smiled. Once he finishes writing, he extends his hand out while with the other hand held a pen ready for you to take.

"What's your name?" He asks processing on your features and asking himself why he's seen you dozens of times yet he's yet to get your name.

"Y/N." You say as he gestures for his hand as if telling you to write it. Somewhat following your instincts, you write your name on his hand. After it, he peeks the spelling of it and then casually shakes your hand as introduction.

"See you around, Y/N! You saved my ass with those pens so I guess I owe you one."

"Those are expensive."

"Now hold on there-"

That was how you met and the universe couldn't even joke about how they put you two together.

Now here you two are, invested in a stare off as Matsukawas sleepy eyes often switch his gaze between you and his best friend.

"Makki, it's in a week."

"I specifically remember it's the week after that."

"You two are hopeless." Issei comments making you laugh as Makki pouts at how you agreed with him. Nevertheless, Matsukawa leans his head on his arm ready to fall asleep at any moment. You return to arranging your notes while Makki twirls a pen in his hands while glancing at you once in a while.

Truth be told, it seems that fate still worked its way to the both of you. Ever since your-rather unique- encounter, a friendship was bound to happen. He surely made an impression on you and how could you miss to not be around him? Soon enough, you were also introduced to his teammates and you disliked how it strengthened your bond with him. There was comfort in his presence and to see him fool around with his teammates always radiated an amazing energy between you and him.

You also wanted to thank Oikawa for being somewhat the reason your conversation led to where you are now.

"What'd the pen do to make you this- scared?" You asked as he puts both hands behind his head, leaning on the seat.

"It's a scary pen when it belongs to Oikawa." You turn to him confused as you rest your chin on the palm of your hand, ears perking up at how interesting it was.

"You're telling me you don't own a single pen and you always borrow Oikawas?" He scoffs with a smile before looking at you.

"Of course I bring pens, it's just better if it was from him." You let out a loud laugh, finding it hard to believe this was the sole reason Oikawa would commit murder on him. Hanamaki smiles at the sound of your laugh before shaking his head, at awe at the situation.

It was a coincidence how Oikawa always found a way to strike a nerve to Hanamaki when you visit them in the gym. He knew that beyond his teammates calm composure was a boy who undoubtedly likes you. Ever since Hanamaki returned the pen to him, he knew it wasn't his and in his mind, he asked himself who could've lent him a pen, more so that he had three brand new ones.

So when he sees you tagging beside him, he's taken his first lead to figure the two of you out. After a few more observations, he's convinced that you two were just blind to the feelings that were lingering around.

He's told Iwaizumi about it but all he got was a lecture on how he should let Hanamaki take it easy with asking you out. Which he also argued since it was taking too long, making Iwaizumi land him a smack to the head.

He had his boundaries, maybe not for himself, but for his friends he was more than willing to wait for this relationship to come together.

"So- a date? That's cool right? I mean arcades and shit."

"Makki, you're a loser."

"Arcades are awesome shut up."

"Yeah, for sure. Like Y/N is interested in 'arcades and shit'." Mattsun chuckles as Hanamaki lets out another pout as he sinks in his bed.

"I mean- we've gone on hang outs, she likes them anyway!" He argues making Mattsun shake his head with an amused smirk on his lips.

"So you're telling me you've actually had dates with her then?" Issei asks as Hanamaki shrugs making the other boy groan at the lack of response. Hanamaki raises his head, pursing his lips at the actual thought.

You have actually gone on multiple dates with him. If you could even call it that. To Makki, he thought they were just subtle friendly things but he realizes how he's actually grown some fondness in each place.

"Y/N no I'm telling you- if I were the mastermind, we'd be successful." He argues before taking a sip from his drink. You rolled your eyes as you let your mind ran through the scenarios of having a heist with him and the boys.

You two just finished a heist movie and now you had to endure Makkis fantasies of how it would go down if the characters were him and the rest of the volleyball team. He was so invested in it that you actually had an entire plot and characterization for each teammate.

He argued that he'd be the best mastermind to ever conjure a plan for a heist. A stealthy ninja is what he says he mimics. You tried to argue that Iwaizumi would be good at it, since you noticed how responsible and at control he was but it had Hanamaki listing his reasons.

"No one would ever notice me! Because you know what- their attention would be on Oikawa! Then boom, get in the getaway car with a shit ton of money and thanks to who? Me of course." You let out a laugh making him stop his occupied thoughts to take a look at you. He adores the sound of it too much, especially since he was the usual cause of it. He sees the way you were wiping your eyes with the scenarios he'd told you.

Then your laughter slowly fades when you started to eat again as Makki admires you and how you've effortlessly got his mind to set more dates just to see you this happy.

You look up from your previous position, looking at him with an eyebrow raised.

"Wait, where am I in the heist then?"

He looks at you, almost blurting out the initial idea he had for you in this specific role.

Honestly, I'd spend the money on you. Take you anywhere you wanted to go, Y/N.

That was what he wanted to say but his mouth translated it to a different saying.

"You could die-"

"Makki!" You shouted playfully, ruffling his hair. He laughs but unknowingly, his hand lands on top of yours when you sat back down.

"Excuse you, I can be a good distraction and assistance for action." You commented making him scoff.

"Yeah like you'd be able to hold a gun for a second."

"Please, I had Oikawa beg me to delete a photo of him."

"Okay maybe you are powerful."

You laughed once again, not even feeling how right it was for you to be holding hands like this. It felt comforting yet it brought your heart to speed up like it was in a marathon. You wondered if Makki felt the same, or was this another act of friendliness?

"I wouldn't want you to get hurt though." He whispers, making you smile and blush at the same time. As if it was another point on the score board for how many times he's had your heart go on a frenzy.

"Well, that's what the great mastermind is for right? To keep us safe and succeed?" You say, making him give a gentle squeeze to your hand, as you glanced down on them enjoying the way it looked.

As if I'm gonna let anyone lay a hand on you, Y/N. You're safe with me always.

After a few sly times where he'd hold your hand while you crossed the street or even tugging on your jacket when passing through a huge crowd so he doesn't lose you, he's realized he would absolutely drop the stars for you. He doesn't know whether he should feel terrified because of how he could put your friendship at risk but then he feels- almost relieved that the first person he could ever love is you.

It shouldn't even be difficult to ask you to hang out. You'd usually respond a second after he asks you, it's not even that big of a deal.

Now it's different.

He's finally gotten a clutch on his feelings and he thinks about his next moves. He often just let things happen, loving the way the moments just flowed naturally and perfect in some way but now he's choosing his words since he didn't plan on confessing in such a dorky way- especially when he just says it out loud without proper practice.

"Why don't you ask Oikawa for help then?" Issei suggests making the boy shake his head at the thought already.

"Do you know how much blackmail that idea comes with? He'll never live it down." Hanamaki says as he scrolled through his phone, almost frowning at the thought of humiliation coming from their captain.

"C'mon! He knows a lot of shit about flirting and dates! Maybe even help you in confessing, idiot."

He thinks about that deeply. Each member of the team would have completely diverse answers. As of the mean time, the only proper suggestions he'd get is from Iwaizumi, Oikawa and Mattsun. Though Mattsun has given him plenty of advices, he knew Oikawa was at the top for someone's idea of romance. The man has fangirls, he's obviously heard and experienced many hopeless romantic scenes in his life.

Iwaizumi would've actually been a lot of help knowing the guy is very good at maintaining control and responsibility. He'd give the proper date ideas, the mood to set. He looked like the perfect blueprint for Hanamaki to copy. He also believed that Iwaizumi would think nothing of these advices so it's a win-win if you ask him.

"Right, okay. I got this."

"Why me though?" Iwaizumi asks as Hanamaki spikes another ball.

"Look Iwa- I genuinely trust your judgment more. I just need help." Iwaizumi chuckles before collecting another ball.

"Fine fine. Just meet me after practice."

Hanamaki cheers when he hears him, even smiling now that he can figure out a way to show you how much he likes you.

Sure, he's doing it unintentionally sometimes. Tiny signs that should show you how he is absolutely in love with you. He'd show this in various ways as well. It comes as an instinct in some way. He'd hit you with a "let's have lunch" and you'd gladly accept. Mattsun has pointed out that Makki has already made a move on you countless of times but it had Makki questioning the depths of being friendly and going through courting you.

You haven't even made things official yet these so-called dates had your classmates wondering how your relationship started, even if it hasn't. Makki would always lean his head on your shoulder during lunch, to rest his brain from the lessons. For you, it's nothing. Makki has always been like this after you got comfortable with each other. This affectionate side of him even had Mattsun wonder why on Earth would he ask for help when he clearly doesn't need it.

The three of you are now seated in a lecture, boredom crossing your minds but Mattsun's mind was rattled by Hanamaki. After their conversation about asking help from Oikawa, he thought that Makki would actually go through the plan. Looking back on his motives with you, he just doesn't see a reason why he needs assistance from the setter. He can handle this all on his own, so scribbling down on a piece of paper, he throws it to Hanamaki who awakens by the action.

Hanamaki yawns as he opens the crumpled paper, his eyes widening and cheeks heating at the group of words.

'You can literally just confess to her now, even without shittykawa.'

He glares at Mattsun while the other boy shrugs with an expression that says "seriously, it's not that deep." He huffs before grabbing a pen and replying to his previous statement, then throwing it again.

'Try confessing to the girl you like during a lecture, Sherlock.'

Mattsun chuckles as Makki crosses his arms in front of his chest. His eyes land on you, who is fixated on the lecture. He smiles softly at the idea of a date with you, but this faint moment was ruined when Mattsun directly throws the ball of paper to Hanamakis face, earning a chuckle from some of his classmates.

He opens with eyebrows furrowed, annoyed at the shot.

'Not now dumbass, after classes. Just go up to her and say you like her, it's that easy dude.'

Hanamaki turns to him mocking his words while Mattsun rolls his eyes as Makki writes again. As he was about to throw the paper in Mattsuns direction, a student raised their hand hitting the paper and it suddenly landed on the floor beside you instead. The boys had their eyes widen as you saw the paper.

In a flash, Hanamaki picks up the piece of paper before you could grab a hold of it and you let out a gasp when he suddenly appeared in front of you. You blinked at him as he slowly walked away, wide eyed, to avoid conflict with the teacher.

You and Mattsun share a look together as you looked away, utterly speechless at what just happened. When you looked away, Mattsun hides his laughter by stuffing his face in his arm as Makkis cheeks never grew out of its red shade.

Meanwhile, Mattsun finally held a memory that he can never forget.

"It's not a big deal. You guys have been friends for so long. I don't think Y/N would mind." Iwaizumi comments making Hanamaki silent.

Can you really feel the same way?

A year of knowing you- should that be enough to fall in this deep? Is there even a requirement before someone can confess? Because in a span of time knowing you, there wasn't a moment where he regretted anything. He could thank the universe for one stupid pen, maybe even Oikawa. Everything that led to where you are now, he's never been more contented in his life.

During movies, your favorite spot was to lean your head on his shoulder. To just sling your arm around his waist on the way home, holding his hand while walking through crowds, it just fits. No matter where you were, what you were doing with him, it seemed like there wasn't an extra space in the puzzle pieces, it all connected.

But you two couldn't figure it out for yourselves.

"Well, does every confession need some sort of grand gesture?" He asks Iwaizumi. The ace bites his lips before kicking a rock on the path he was walking on.

"I don't really know. What does Y/N like anyway?"

"Hopefully me." Hanamaki jokes, but he deeply wanted it to be real. He figures if all of this asking for help was going to guarantee him something good, better yet, a yes from your lips. But first, he had to answer Iwaizumis question.

"She likes simple things- you know how she likes it when I like hold her stuff and all? She also likes those weird food thingys at one date-or hang out we had- you know that scent that reminds you of a romance movie-"

"Makki, you know her this well and you're nervous for nothing. I'm sure that she'll love whatever you do- you're friends for a reason." Iwaizumi says making Hanamaki sigh, hearing those words again.

"Exactly! That's the problem. Fuck- I can't even act like I don't like her. Am I being too obvious or friendly? I don't know where the line ends or starts. I shouldn't get nervous cause it's her- she doesn't care what I do- she's happy with whatever but I just want it to be.. perfect." He rants and ends it with a tired sigh. God, he was getting frustrated. At this point his feelings were overwhelming him, he just needed an outlet for it.

He can't just act like the sight of your smile doesn't make him smile as well, or even just seeing your sleepy state when you walk into class. If his heart didn't flutter whenever you were around, maybe by then you couldn't call it admiration but he just fell and there wasn't a way to stop him.

He didn't wanna stop either.

"Mattsun." You say as Mattsun lets out another laugh as you roll your eyes. It was after practice and since Takahiro couldn't walk you home because he told you he had to talk to Iwaizumi about something, Issei was the one to walk you home.

"This is gold." He states making you shove him a bit. He smiles when he sees you pout. This is where he decides. He could literally say how Hanamaki was asking him for advices like you are right now, but a side of him just wants to see what Makki could do. It was all too funny for him, even if hated how oblivious you two were.

If Hanamaki was falling for you with each day, you did the same. It was inescapable. You met him during second year and the fact that he had you tugging on your heart strings, it was something you can't ignore.

"What exactly are you doing?"

"I'm studying, 'Hiro. What's up?" You asked him as he raised an eyebrow at you. You stopped writing to look at him fully.

"We're at a mall." He states like you didn't know. It was bizarre to go to a mall cafe and your purpose was to study when you were with the spontaneous Hanamaki. That's on you for getting distracted on your strict teachers subject.

"Yes, Makki. I know that." He lets out a pft then takes the notebook of yours, closing it. Even putting on the caps of your pens and placing them back in your pen pouch. He also grabs your bag and placing all of those items inside.

You didn't stop him though. You've had enough with 'studying either way'. You'd die if saw how you weren't even taking notes, you were actually writing about how beautiful his eyes were. You were just purely lucky that he didn't care what you were writing because he thought it was about school.

"Happy now?" You asked him as he nods with a childish grin.

"Super. Let's go, cutie." Your eyes widened with his statement so you turn your head away to sling the backpack on your shoulder but he stops you before you could.

He removes his hoodie and hands it to you, making you stare at him.

"What for?"

"It's hot- well duh it's cold, Y/N. C'mon I wanna go to cinema. " He says nonchalantly as you take the hoodie and wear it. What causes you to stop midway was when he pulled down your blouse to prevent it from rising up when you wore his jacket. After placing your arms in, you blushed at minimal gesture.

It made Hanamaki let out a cough, when he did it like a reflex, not even thinking about it.

"Cutie huh?" You teased making him roll his eyes, though he was thankful that you broke the silence.

"Yeah no shut it."

There were many more memories that could list out why you liked him but maybe they just held the same reason.

"Leave him a note then if you can't say it in person." Mattsun suggests, even though he wishes he could've said something else. He doesn't know if that was a good suggestion or not. This could ruin whatever Makki was planning on doing. He should ask him about his plan later on so he can tell you what not to do in order for his best friend to succeed.

You reached the front of your house as you gave Issei a hug, to thank him. He pats your hair as your pull away from him.

"Hey, you've got this. It's you and Makki." He says smiling, assuring you. You nod at him as you sent a wave, him doing the same then walking away.

When you entered your room, your phone rang. Seeing Makkis name light up your room had you answering it in a heartbeat.

"Makki, what's up?"

"Hey, I just called to say I'm sorry I couldn't walk you home today. " He says running his fingers through his hair. He did want to walk with you but he trusted Mattsun. He couldn't waste the time Iwaizumi gave him for advice.

"It's fine, 'Hiro. Mattsun and I are fine." He smiles at what you said, while you left your phone on the nightstand you decided to change out of your uniform. While Makki decides on what to say next.

"Hey Y/N?" He calls for you, once you were done dressing up, you took the phone lying down on your bed.

"Yeah?"

"Wanna go out, for real this time?"

"I'm gonna go sleep." He says, biting his tongue, despising how he couldn't say it. He hears you yawn on the other end of the line.

"That's a lie but night Makki Makki!" You said chuckling as his ears turned red at the nickname. He shakes his head with a smile.

"Goodnight, dumbie."

"Hey! I called you a decent nickname."

"Wow okay then. Goodnight, princess."

Hold up, he said what?

I said that?

He quickly ends the call before you could let out a comment on what he just said. A wave of panic rushes to him not knowing your reaction. You covered your face with the pillows the surrounded you, letting out a frustrated scream.

Fuck.

The morning comes and Hanamakis heart was racing like he going to attend a deadly match but in reality he was just going to confess. He's set all the things that he needed for today, mostly the materials but he himself wasn't nearly as ready.

He's going to wear a uniform. How the fuck do you make that look presentable and polished? Should he wear a new hoodie for you to wear afterwards? Just- how?

He's been staring at himself for too long then he hears his parents call for him saying that Mattsukawa was at his front porch. He sighs before grabbing his bag and heading out of his room.

"So you ready?" Issei asks as Hanamaki shrugs. He wanted it to end right away but then again he wants things to slow down while he sees your reaction when does it.

"Fuck no. Iwaizumi helped me with a few things, he said something about gifts so I searched for some." Mattsukawa nods, as he thinks about what you were up to. Can it actually happen now? The two idiots would finally have the guts to confess on the same day?

"Honestly, this will be very entertaining. What time?"

"I was thinking kind of like after school." He says making Mattsukawa agree with him. It benefits the both of you. Never in a rush to admit, it could also give Makki some time to accomplish some of his plans.

"Do you think it'll go ok?" Hanamaki asks, almost nervous for his answer. Mattsukawa only smiles, knowing the possible ending.

"Yeah."

Betrayer. Oikawa thinks.

He lets out a pout of annoyance and when he spots you, he immediately walks over to you before Hanamaki could.

"Morning Oikawa! Have you seen-"

"Y/N-chan! I'll walk you to class today!" He says sweetly making you question in what was going on. He sees you peer your head over his shoulder, looking for Hanamaki which made him scoot a bit so your vision was blocked. Realizing that Hanamaki probably hasn't arrived yet, you shrugged.

"Okay, Tooru."

As Oikawa slings his arm around your shoulder, he could feel Takahiros stare as he walked with you. Even Iwaizumi had to double take on what he just saw.

"What's with him?" Hanamaki asks, feeling a slight burn in his heart when he sees you laughing with the pretty setter.

"I don't know, maybe he's just bugging her." Iwaizumi comments, making Makki roll his eyes. Mattsun takes notice of his behavior and lets out a chuckle.

"Aww, seriously. It's Oikawa! He's not going to steal your girl." Hanamaki blushes at his words and the boys eye his reaction, making them laugh at the change. Makki rolls his eyes before letting out a sigh, an act as if to reassure himself that things would go according to plan.

When Makki enters the room and meets your eyes, you already flash him a smile gesturing for him to seat with them. Oikawa sends a glare in his way making Mattsun lazily raise an eyebrow to the setter. Oikawa turns his attention to you once again, his chin on his palm as he stares at you.

"You're so pretty Y/N-chan! Wouldn't want that to go to waste do we?" Your ears couldn't really believe what you just heard. A sea of gasps echoed through the room when the compliment left Oikawas mouth. Murmurs of how luck you were started to spread and Makki was stood frozen.

"Flirting with my best friend isn't cute, shittykawa." Hanamaki comments, a distinct tone in his voice that didn't sound all too jokingly. The word best friend rings in your head as you actually felt a strike to your heart with his words.

How can you confess like this when you're down to rejection?

You felt like Hanamaki gave you a wake up call. Is this really the farthest you could go? Just friends? You let out a sigh, suddenly throwing away your previous plans of admitting your feelings for him. You gripped the pen in your hand as you tried not to be controlled by the pain.

Mattsukawa sees how your hand was trembling, replaying what Makki said, he nudges the boy next to him who was busy giving a cold shoulder to Oikawa. Mattsukawa prays that Hanamaki realizes what he just said.

Hanamaki feels the harsh nudge of his best friend making him look your way, a downcast evident in your features. Before he could ask you what's got you upset, the teacher walks in making Oikawa and Iwaizumi leave. Oikawa passes by Hanamaki making the tension even more noticeable.

Mattsukawa grips Hanamakis arm, to stop his mouth from sending a snarky comment and to hold him back from a glare. Hanamaki sits in his usual place as he ponders on what's gotten you this down. Was it Oikawa? What did he tell you? Could it be something that included him?

He sincerely hopes it doesn't involve him or else his hearts going to keep aching with jealousy.

What the fuck?

That was the only question that lingered in Hanamakis head.

Throughout the day, he figured that he'd be able to avoid you without you knowing what he was doing but instead, he found himself getting distracted in the fact that you sat with Oikawa between breaks. He couldn't even focus where to put the gifts in, he's totally forgotten about his locker and the possibility of you finding about it makes him panic.

He just hated how he feels the envy consume him. It took him a while to not give in to it. He had to continue, if he didn't- he would cower away. He wasn't going to waste another chance because of Oikawa, he can promise you that.

"You think Oikawa knew something? Maybe he's actually stalling you." Mattsukawa suggests, to remind Hanamaki that he was sure the setter isn't a barrier to his plans.

"He said something to her- I just know it. She's distant with me." He says tiredly, Iwaizumi leans on his arm to whisper to Hanamaki.

"Maybe he figured out you were going to confess." Iwaizumi says shrugging, Hanamaki shakes his head.

Are you turning him down then if this was real?

A way to softly push him away and tell him that your friendship mattered more?

If this was the case, he's leading his heart to a trap.

And it went like this until Makki had to confront Oikawa, sick of the change in you. It was practice time so he had the setter to himself. He knew you were waiting for him so he decided to take matters into his own hands.

He just wanted to be yours already.

"Oikawa, what did you tell her?" He asks quietly. Even if his heart held its beat because of jealousy, he's sure that the boy he was talking to had no interest in you the same way he has. Oikawa has never shown you signs of love or any affection at all. Sure, it was fun to be around him but he looked at you as a friend, a company he can find comfort in but who's to say Makki doesn't feel nervous?

"I didn't tell her anything what are you talking about?" The boy answers making Makki sigh.

"She's avoiding me. It doesn't make sense then." Oikawa raises an eyebrow at Takahiros expression. He looked so- distraught. It starts to sink in him how the lack of your presence takes a toll on his friend and there was the tiny ounce of regret that hits his mind.

When he sees Hanamaki open his locker to reveal a boquet of flowers, his eyes widen. He then closes them immediately, cursing himself for the misunderstanding.

"Isn't that what you were supposed to give Aika?" He asks, his throat dwelling with nervousness. Hanamaki furrows his eyebrows, evidently confused in how their classmate who he is even close to, got dragged into the situation.

"What-"

"Shit."

"Oikawa!"

I hate running.

He says to himself whie doing it, he's never ran this fast before. God, now everything was at rush. He had to pack his things immediately, make sure the sweat didn't cling to him like it did. He even had to rummage through his locker to make sure everything was inside his bag. Mattsukawa was also frantic. Iwaizumi was calm enough to knock some sense into Oikawa after Hanamaki tells the news on what exactly happened.

So here he was running to your neighborhood, flowers and all because he'd be dumb enough to be the guy in Oikawas misunderstood scenario.

"Oikawa!"

"Wait okay fuck I'm sorry- I might have heard something wrong earlier." He says, a hand to the back of his neck. Hanamaki isn't sure if he should feel relieved that Oikawa doesn't have any admiration towards or feel the fucking rage to strangle him for whatever led to this.

"What exactly did you hear anyway?"

"I can't just give the flowers to Aika. I can't act like an admirer of hers, I have to confess to her myself." Hanamaki says sighing as Iwaizumi and Mattsukawa nods.

Oikawa turns his back on the trio as he frowns at the idea of you and Hanamaki not being a couple. It seems that his friendly gestures didn't actually hold anything else, he'd fallen for Aika instead. Though he feels slightly pissed that Hanamaki led you on in some sort of way.

Once he sees you, he immediately goes your way in order for you to not witness the heartbreak that was about to unfold.

"Oikawa, I was planning to confess to Y/N. Mattsukawa suggested that I try to give her the flowers anonymously at first by letting Aika bring it to her but like I said, I didn't wanna look like an unknown loser." Hanamaki lets out a puff of annoyance as Oikawa rests his hand on the boys shoulder, now that tiny ounce of guilt grew and grew.

"I'm really really sorry, Makki." He says sincerely, Hanamaki sighs before nodding at Oikaws, accepting his apology knowing Iwaizumi could lecture the boy after his slip up.

"I need to go to Y/N now." He says but Kindaichi looks at his teammate with a water bottle in hand.

"Y/N-san left hours ago." He says as Hanamaki sends a glare towards Oikawa then he looks at Kunimi just to confirm Kindaichis statement. Kunimi nods before returning back to his unbothered state. Hanamaki lets out a scream of frustration as he dashes towards Mattsukawa and Iwaizumi, Oikawa being dragged along by his shirt.

"Oi, did you two fight?"

"Long-story short he thought I was giving the flowers to Aika. Now please, lecture the damn asshole- I need to find Y/N." He basically hands Oikawa to Iwaizumi who already landed a ball to the captains head as he runs off to his locker to leave immediately.

He could never adore someone else when you remained to stay at the top of his list- since no other name follows it.

He pats down his sweat with a towel before drinking water then spraying his cologne all around him. He was in front of your room door since your parents gladly invited him in while he mentions to be quiet at the sight of the boquet of flowers in hand and now it's finally happening. He was either going to face a prize or a bucket of tears.

Here goes nothing then.

He knocks on the door as you continued to scroll through your phone but you spoke, "It's open!"

He opens it softly, before stepping in your room, closing the door in the process. You look up from your phone only to get the life knocked out of you when you see Hanamaki.

"Hey Makki-"

"Y/N please I just need to tell you something okay."

He takes the vacant spot next to you on your bed as both your hearts pounded loudly with each second. Your mind couldn't stop racing at what he was going to say if it was just flat out rejection, meanwhile Hanamaki doubts what he bought you. He carefully takes your hand with his, caressing it gently while your cheeks were heating at the moment.

"Y/N I-"

You roll your eyes before ending the call, not even caring to know who called. Meanwhile, Makki wanted to stop himself from coughing from the embarrassment.

The phone rings. Oh, fuck me.

"Go on- really sorry." You say with a slight chuckle, as he smiles, thankful you read the room at how nervous he was. Instead, he went to his bag to find a certain box. Once he finds the blue box, he takes your palm and places the object on it.

You smiled at him you opened the box, praying that you don't let out a squeal when you see what's inside.

"Paper rings?" You say chuckling as Hanamakis eyes widen, threatened to pop out of his sockets since he was in full disbelief. You laughed as Hanamaki tried to get the back from you but you ran from your bed to wear the damn thing.

"Y/N!" He yells trying to reach the box from your hands but your laughter echoes through the room.

You're too fucking cute for me. You think to yourself.

"It's a perfect fit on me, Takahiro." You say even holding out your hand with the paper ring as Hanamaki hides his face on a pillow, an attempt to hide the humiliation. He can never bounce back from this. Where was the actual matching rings that he bought? The one with yours and his initials were embedded on? Did he leave it on his desk when he was trying to figure out your ring size? He was truly fucked.

When you tried to reach for him, the ring broke since it was surrounded by tape and it didn't really held strength to it. Realizing that it was folded paper, you opened it seeing scribbles and doodles from Makki.

Y/N's ring size is 6 maybe 7?

Get the flowers that Iwaizumi suggested. Which flower was it again? The ones that symbols love? Fuck it.

Does she prefer me with this perfume or not?

She smells amazing all the time, I hate it.

God, I like her too much it's unbelievable.

I feel like I'm proposing to her but I'm not complaining.

You immediately drop the paper to look at him, switching your gaze between him and the paper. You hid your face in your hands as you wondered if this was actually reality. Hanamaki likes you back? Proposing? It was overwhelmingly cute.

Hanamaki lifts his head from the pillow and he sees you looking like you were embarrassed for him. He immediately goes to you, hands on yours as he tries to lift them off your face.

"Do you want me to kiss it better?" He teases, hopefully it was able to grab your attention, and it did. You slap his chest from how flustered you were as he laughs before taking you in his arms, playing with your hair as your mind goes blank.

"Okay maybe the secret is out but I'm serious, Y/N. I like you- so fucking much it makes me wanna buy all the shit you want if we succeed in a heist- and I never wanna stop feeling this. The ring is crappy but I've got the actual one in my room so" He pulls away from your embrace as he lifts your chin to meet with his face who was intoxicatingly close.

"Do you accept my proposal of being my girlfriend?"

"If I said no?" You teased with a smile as he chuckles before locking his lip with yours, his hand finding its way to your cheek as you immediately kiss back, the pieces finally clicking in its rightful place. He deepens the kiss as your hand finds its way to the nape of his hair, pulling him closer while his own hands make a trip to your waist who he soon finds addicting.

He pulls away, caressing your cheek as your forehead touched, smiles plastered on either faces.

"I gladly accept, 'Hiro."

"Not like I'll take no for an answer, princess."

#haikyu x reader #haikyuu!!#hanamaki x reader #mattsukawa x reader #mattsukawa issei #hanamaki takahiro #oikawa tooru #hajime iwaizumi #aoba johsai #xine's world of romance

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My Top 10 Favourite Horrors

Within this top 10 list, some will include the prequels, sequels and any other follow ups as 1 ranking number. Some may be considered thriller, sci-fi, suspence etc, however, I do regard these as horrors myself.

I have take many aspects into account, such as videography, actor quality, SFX makeup quality, soundtrack, directors, CGI etc.

Note : this is my personal opinion. You do not have to agree with it, though if you haven't seen these, I highly reccomend them.

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1. The Conjuring

(1 & 2)

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The Conjuring 1 :

The Perron family moves into a farmhouse where they experience paranormal phenomena. They consult demonologists, Ed and Lorraine Warren, to help them get rid of the evil entity haunting them.

The Conjuring Trailer :

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The Conjuring 2 :

Peggy, a single mother of four children, seeks the help of occult investigators Ed and Lorraine Warren when she and her children witness strange, paranormal events in their house

The Conjuring 2 Trailer :

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My Opinion :

The Conjuring was the start of an incredible series of horrors that beat any other horror to the ground. It is absolutely fantastic and I basically worship these films. James Wan is my favourite director and he never ceases to amaze me.

Paranormal horror is my favourite and as someone who actually believes in the paranormal and who has had paranormal experiences, I can confirm that The Conjuring is much more realistic than any other paranormal films, which just makes it extra spooky.

The actors, camera angles, music, sfx makeup and storyline is just - chefs kiss -. I've been waiting for the 3rd one for so long, but they keep extending the release date. (R. I. P)

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2. Annabelle

(all of them)

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Annabelle :

John and Mia Form are attacked by a Satan worshipping couple, who uses their doll as a conduit to make their life miserable. This unleashes a string of paranormal events in the Forms' residence.

Annabelle Trailer :

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Annabelle Creation :

Samuel and Elle embed their daughter's spirit into a doll, only to realise it is a demon. Years later, they open their home to a nun and six orphan girls, one of whom finds the doll.

Annabelle Creation Trailer :

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Annabelle Comes Home :

Judy and her babysitter are left alone in her house after her parents leave to investigate a case. However, an unexpected guest sets Annabelle free, unleashing demonic activity in the house.

Annabelle Comes Home Trailer :

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My Opinion :

Another great film series that was birthed form The Conjuring. Definitely less realistic, with many more jumpscares and spooky characters, which is appreciated in the horror world. Many people find dolls far more creepy than ghosts, myself included, so that's another perfect aspect that adds to the suspense.

I prefer Annabelle 3 over the others, mainly because I found that one to be more scary overall, even though Daniela is an idiot and she makes me so frustrated 😂

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3. Saw

(all of them)

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For the totally unindoctrinated, the Saw movie franchise revolves around the Jigsaw Killer (a.k.a. John Kramer), who tortures victims he believes are complacent or guilty, in order to make them appreciate their time on Earth.

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Obviously I'm not going to list every Saw movie, because there are 7 (Jigsaw aka number 8, does NOT count. It is a disgrace).

My Opinion :

A classic for horror and gore lovers of all kinds. Of course I need to list this as number 3. I simply adore these movies. I even have the DVD set, so I am definitely a long term fan haha.

The obstacles and creativity regarding Saw as a whole needed a lot of thought put into it, plus it has a happy little side note of "make sure you don't cause harm to others in life and don't take anything for granted" which some may have not even noticed while being overwhelmed by the amount of fake blood.

Yes, a lot of characters are annoying, but that just makes us enjoy seeing them tortured even more (shh it's not real). Some of the blood doesn't look very realistic, the sfx can lack attention, BUT... It's still great and I can overlook these few flaws to appreciate the movies to the max.

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4. Blair Witch

(2016)

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A young man and his friends venture into the Black Hills Forest in Maryland to uncover the mystery surrounding his missing sister. Many believe her disappearance 17 years earlier is connected to the legend of the Blair Witch.

At first the group is hopeful, especially when two locals act as guides through the dark and winding woods. As the night wears on, a visit from a menacing presence soon makes them realize that the legend is all too real, and more sinister than they could have ever imagined.

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I love the camerawork. Not because it's perfect, because it's the opposite. It's a documentary style and this makes it feel more realistic, as if you are within the film yourself. I enjoy how they skip to the action at just the right time after a mild buildup.

The visuals are great as well and there were definitely some parts where I was disgusted and claustrophobic, which is good to experience while enjoying these types of films.

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Disguising itself as a human female, an extraterrestrial drives around Scotland attempting to lure unsuspecting men into her van. Once there, she seduces and sends them into another dimension where they are nothing more than meat.

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My Opinion :

I would classify this as horror, but many won't. Either way, this is an amazingly artistic film with beautiful imagery and silent awe. It definitely makes you feel the suspense in a calming manner and it has some really dark moments. Without reading the description, one might be confused as to what is going on, but how art is supposed to be interpretated is by the imagination of individuals.

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During a solar eclipse, young Verónica and her friends want to summon the spirit of Verónica's father using an Ouija board. However, during the session she loses consciousness and soon it becomes clear that evil demons have arrived.

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My Opinion :

A Spanish masterpiece, to put it simply. It's hard to find proper horrors like this in English. I really enjoyed this one and I watched it subbed not dubbed, because I feel like voiceovers tend to ruin the art of the original film. The buildup is perfect and unlike many horrors, it barely shows you the face of the "monster". That leaves it to the imagination, which in general makes it far more scary.

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Disaster strikes more than six miles below the ocean surface when water crashes through the walls of a drilling station. Led by their captain, the survivors realize that their only hope is to walk across the sea floor to reach the main part of the facility. But they soon find themselves in a fight for their lives when they come under attack from mysterious and deadly creatures that no one has ever seen.

Underwater Trailer :

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This movie was released quite recently and I didn't know what to expect. I was definitely blown away by how good it was. Being trapped underwater gives most people a sense of anxiety. Add being trapped underwater and being hunted by creepy sea monsters and you've got yourself a good horror. Kristen Stewarts general anxious personality definitely suits this film well.

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Kevin, who is suffering from dissociative identity disorder and has 23 alter egos, kidnaps three teenagers. They must figure out his friendly personas before he unleashes his 24th personality.

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My Opinion :

An incredible film with phenomenal acting on the part of James McAvoy. You can get lost within his character and almost feel as if you are the character itself. Suspense is built up slowly and the climax of the film is released rapidly. People I know who do not enjoy horror, love this film themselves, which is saying something. It's definitely one of the best modern films that draws you in from the start.

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A family struggles for survival in a world where most humans have been killed by blind but noise-sensitive creatures. They are forced to communicate in sign language to keep the creatures at bay.

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My Opinion :

As you can tell by now, I love anything alien related. This film has some of the most amazing looking aliens I've seen, I was honestly in awe by how great they looked. Another silent film, but in a different sense to the previous one. Instead of being the hunter, this family is being hunted and this adds more to the fear factor.

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When a teen finds a laptop with a cache of hidden files, he and his friend discover that the previous owner has access to the dark web and is watching over them.

Unfriended - Dark Web Trailer :

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My Opinion :

A modern take on horror. Involving the actual dangers of the dark web and the use of technology and turning it into a horror was a magnificent idea. It definitely had me at the edge of my seat.

Due to another film type that is not often explored (thus being that most of the movie is equal to what it would be like to look at your computer and video chat), it makes it different and therefore more compelling than the usual videography styles.

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Thank you for reading, if you've made it this far! Feel free to share your top 10 in the comment section, I am definitely interested in your opinions and finding new movies to watch myself. Any questions are also welcome.

Until next time, take care and stay spooky!

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What Ties You to Him & What Ties You to Me

Zen x MC

a/n: listening to sad BTS and shower thoughts will give you the oddest hurt/comfort ideas.

MC's breath huffed out in a small puff of cold air. The screen of her phone was bright in the early winter morning. She tugged the blanket over her shoulders more, regretting that she'd chosen to sit in just her pajamas out on the front stoop stairs.

The text message glared up at her, a single sentence from Jumin. "The flight from Munich to Seoul was a nightmare."

He sent that an hour ago and she still hadn't found the courage to respond. What was she supposed to say? Thanks for disappearing to Germany, going dark, and then coming back married! Honestly, MC should've been impressed. Korea's poster child disappears for six months and the worst speculation had been he'd found better business in Europe. The idea made her sick. How could someone so iconic and so seen just one day slip into obscurity? Again the overwhelming nausea worked it's way up to her throat.

When Jumin left he'd promised to let her know when he landed—had asked her if she wanted a souvenir upon his return. She expected nothing less from him, he was her best friend afterall. At least she considered him so...whether he saw her in that light or not, she couldn't say. Not anymore. And it wasn't like she could voice it.

Being the doting boyfriend he was, Zen had taken immediate notice at the drop of her emotions. The constant upset worry and depression at the growing time of Jumin Han's departure. With the first day of nothing, she summed it up to him being tired after a long flight. On the second day, she figured he needed time to settle in. Day after day, she came up with a new excuse for Jumin's absence from everywhere: their texts, the RFA chatroom, even the news. And it wasn't like she was waiting without action during his radio-silence. She texted him every day at first. Tried calling too at times. The humorous thought of him not purchasing an international phone plan crossed her mind at times too. But MC didn't vocalize. Zen always noticed the warped look on her face after another day of quiet, and even when he wanted to say something, he kept it to himself. She knew her boyfriend was going against his very nature to poke at Jumin's misgivings—he had a knack for stoking the business man's irritation that way. But no one was more conscious of Jumin's distancing than MC. So Zen left it be.

And she almost gave up too—so many times she'd written a goodbye which followed a list of worries and concerns about him. But she could never send. So she moved on instead. She removed their conversation from her recent texts and forced herself past. Jumin had always been one for emotionally distancing himself with needed. This must have been one of those times.

But like his lifelong best friend, it seemed that Jumin would not be coming back. And he had no intention of letting any of them—not her, not Zen, not even Jaehee, Yoosung or Seven—know either.

Until today.

She'd heard it on the radio first. How C&R's heir had returned from a staycation in Germany to wed and honeymoon his beautiful bride. The news on TV confirmed that. But his message to her, left little to no information for divination.

MC wiped at her nose, insisting that it was the cold and that she was definitely not crying.

A flash of silver caught her attention and her gaze jolted up, wondering if it was Zen passing by during his morning jog. But the moment slipped away and no one was there.

Sighing, the pads of her fingers dug into the phone screen. He acted as if he'd never left, never not said goodbye, never left a trace. Even if they both pretended everything was normal again, she was still worried. Why did he leave? Why did he leave for so long? Why didn't he say anything, not even a farewell? MC asked these questions over and over again until she was dizzy. Maybe it was selfish to want an answer, but she wanted something. Anything.

"Babe."

She looked up and this time Zen was there. He wore his black baseball cap per usual, and his hair neatly tied back in a bun. He wore a dark jacket and his running shorts over his leggings. So he was on a jog. But in his hands was a bottle of water and a piping hot cup of something.

"You looked cold earlier, your nose was running." He handed her the styrofoam cup. "The coffee shop on the corner was open, and I needed water anyways. It's really important to stay hydrated in the winter, you know?"

He stretched his arms over his head before plopping down on the steps next to her. "MC, do I even want to know why you're out here in your pjs? What would happen if another man saw you?"

Taking a sip of the drink—a pleasant surprise of hot chocolate—she giggled.

Zen leaned forward and rested his elbow on his knee, propping his chip up with his hand. "I saw the news."

MC took another sip of the beverage before resting her head in his shoulder. "He texted me."

"Did you respond?"

She shook her head.

Humming, he laced his hand in hers. "That's okay babe."

"Is it really?" She wondered if he was just acting, or worse, just humoring her.

Zen pressed his lips to her brow. "I'd be more worried if you were jumping up and down for joy right now."

She peeked up at him, gaze tentative under lashes.

"You're always gonna love the stupid prick," he muttered grumpy, nuzzling his nose against the crown of her head. "So it makes sense if you're still upset and concerned."

"Zen..." his name was whisper on her lips, moments like these where he wasn't flamboyant or too much were treasured and the things he said here. MC recognized that far off look in his eyes, the rueful pain that conjured a mirror image of Jumin without it actually being the CEO in Line.

"You'll always think of them, always be frustrated and worried." He curled his lip and made a disgruntled noise before swinging her a smug look. "Don't get me wrong. I know what ties you to him and what ties you to me are totally different loves. Clearly I have the superior one."

This time, MC did laugh.

"But the way you feel right now is fine, honey. Other than V, you were the only one able to get under that thick skin of his." He continued, hand tugging her up. "And that silver-spoon jerk under yours. Take this at your own pace, sweetheart. You don't have to force the upbeat friendliness."

MC found she couldn't respond. She didn't need his permission. And yet having it...

"Have you eaten? Let me make you breakfast," Zen chirped, leading her up the stairs back to her apartment.

"I've only got a few eggs and some onions," she murmured back, one hand still in his and the other clutching her phone.

"Omlettes then!" He smiled brightly, giving his arm a little swing. "And then grocery shopping after my rehearsal. Can't have my princess going hungry."

MC pressed to Zen's side and snuggled close. He laughed and shook his head, pulling the blanket tighter around her. He muttered about how she'd probably catch a cold and how she really should pay attention to how long she sat out on the front stoop. With a smile, MC took his playful chiding and decided he was right—she pocketed her phone and handed Zen her keys for the apartment.

#mysme #zen x mc #mysme zen #mystic messenger #hyun ryu #I wrote this instead of working on noise of rain rofl #what is this?#the product of sad bts songs #mostly magic shop #it hurts sksksksks💔

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Untold Future Chapter 2

Silence the Screams

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x OC

Word Count: 5K

Warnings: Mentions of blood and gore, nothing too detailed in this one. But as a reminder, with future chapters, especially chapter 3, the gore factor will be taken up a notch.

Author’s Note: Welcome to chapter 2! I’m still finding my footing with actually writing the sequel. There are many things to see and many turns to expect in the future. It’s gonna be a bit of a slow start at first. So bare with me.

Feedback gives me life and motivation for future things. ♥

<< Chapter 1 || Masterlist || Chapter 3 >>

Elijah jolted up in his bed from another nightmare he had. Even after being at home for a few days, it didn't seem to stop the dark thoughts from plaguing his mind. This was the fourth nightmare this week that had played out almost the exact same way.

Elijah would be out somewhere in the world looking for Elizabeth. He'd find some details to being close to finding her before she slips through his fingers once more and watches as someone tortures her. Some parts of the dream were just that, dreams that his mind had conjured up. Others, they felt more real than dreams ever could be.

He believed that on the first night, he had this nightmare that he was experiencing Elizabeth's pain. He believed for a few moments, he could even hear her screams ringing in his ears. While he had no proof of it when he woke up, he hoped that Elizabeth was trying to tell him she was alive somehow.

As he sat there in bed trying to piece the dreams together, he couldn't help but look around the room. It was evident that this had been his room well before he had been placed into the spell. But it was as his eyes wandered around the room, that he could pick up the pieces of Elizabeth.

Her clothes had been neatly put away beside his in the closet. The drawers held half of her things in them while the other half held his. The chest that she had for centuries, had been placed neatly on top of the dresser. The only remanent that Elizabeth had been there recently was the scattered items on the vanity that she had added to the room.

Elijah hadn't touched it since he returned. Seeing how the vanity was, he believed one day he'd find her sitting there when he walked in. A simple light in the sea of darkness he was currently experiencing.

It was as his eyes landed on the door that an idea had sparked in his mind. While he wasn't entirely sure that his idea would work, it was definitely worth a shot. Quickly getting out of bed, he went in search of Freya.

Freya had been up half the night herself. She still couldn't sleep knowing that her life had been spared as another was being tormented. Freya knew that Elijah wanted nothing more than to go out and find her. Over the last few days, the family had found and used every excuse for him to stay a little longer.

Eventually, Freya knew there would be a day where Elijah wasn't going to care about the excuses his family gave. Elizabeth was a priority to him, and she knew that there was a possibility he'd leave without another word. She just hoped that if that day or night came that he decided to go, that he would allow her to accompany him.

Elijah's footsteps to her room, the soft knock that followed, pulled her away from her thoughts, and looked towards her brother. Giving him a smile, she nodded for him to enter the room. She watched as he sighed softly and looked around the room as he came in.

This had been the first time he had been in there since they had been back to New Orleans. It seemed that while they were gone, Elizabeth had redecorated every room in the compound. It was comforting to him at that moment. Especially with the idea he had roaming in his head. It was the encouragement he needed.

"Couldn't sleep?" Freya asked as she watched Elijah look around her room.

He shook his head as he finally brought his eyes to his sister. "Another nightmare." He admitted to her.

"About Elizabeth." It hadn't been a question, but Elijah nodded. "I would say they are just dreams, but when are things ever that simple?"

"Where our family is concerned, never." He said as he moved further into her room and sat down in the chair.

"What happens in these dreams?" She asked curiously. Elijah hadn't spoken about his nightmares with any of his siblings. But when Freya had some trouble sleeping, she could hear Elijah talk in his sleep.

Elijah sat there for a moment, trying to find the words to explain what he had seen in his dreams. "It always starts the same way," He said with a slight nod of his head. "That we are so close to finding her. Deep down in the pit of my stomach I know we are in the right location. As if I can feel her close by just as the bond provides us. The dream changes and I find myself in this corridor. I can hear her calling out to me, pleading for help." He shook his head as he brought his hand up to his chin. " I'll find her locked away in a cell and before I can even reach it, she'd nowhere to be found." He sighed as he thought about the most recent dream he had. "Or I open this door and I find her strapped to a table as she's screaming from pain."

Freya noticed the way her brother's fist had clenched as he spoke of the dream. Getting up from her spot, she moved to sit beside her brother and place her hand on his clenched fist in support. As much as she wanted to tell him he didn't need to continue, it seemed that he needed to get it off his chest.

"I'll watch as this man continue his torment until he's satisfied with the scream that she's emitted. Once he stops, her head will turn towards me, pleading for me to stop him. Before I reach her to try and help her in any way, Jax is standing over her, pulling her heart out.

Freya flinched at his words. "And that is when you wake up?" Elijah nodded his head but didn't say anything. "If I knew there was a way to find her, you know I would have found it by now." She shook her head before looking towards the papers and book in front of her. "But I've got nothing."

"I know." Elijah said with a nod. The last few days, in general, had been hard. Especially after finding out that Elizabeth had managed to compel Jess. While Elijah was able to get as much information as possible, knowing Elizabeth's location wasn't one of them.

Jess had mentioned the contract Elizabeth had written out between her and Jax. But Elijah had no idea where Elizabeth had left it. He didn't know the details of everything else. It worried him more, knowing he hadn't found the contract just yet. Knowing Elizabeth, she kept it somewhere he'd least expect it to be.

"I just want to see for myself that she isn't falling apart from this." Freya hadn't missed the desperation in his voice. It hurt her to hear it.

"Even if there was some way to see her, there's no guarantee that it's going to help us find her." Freya didn't want to get his hopes up. She hated seeing her brother as he was now. He was ready to tear apart every town and city to find Elizabeth. Freya wanted to be able to give him some kind of hope that everything would work out in the end. That they would be able to find Elizabeth quickly, and she wouldn't have to suffer for long. But Freya couldn't. Not when she had no idea how to even keep that hope alive.

Elijah leaned forward and looked at the scattered things on the table before him. "There must be something that can get through this..." He tried to find the right words that would fit the description of what he was currently feeling. Through the bond, there was a familiarity of fog-the same fogginess he had felt when her humanity had been off. But this time, there was a heavier feeling to it. "This is not the same numbness I had felt from her before." He shook his head before looking over at Freya. "There is the haziness that I feel. Whatever it is that Jax has her on is making her feel-"

Elijah was cut off by the sound of a child's scream that filled the compound. Both Elijah and Freya stood from their spots and rushed towards Hope's room without hesitating. Hayley, Klaus, and Rebekah joined them as they reached her room. As Hayley and Klaus walked into the room together, they found Hope sitting up in her bed, clutching tightly to a teddy bear. There had been tears in her eyes as she looked up at Hayley and Klaus.

"What is it?" Hayley asked as she sat next to Hope, pulling her into her arms as she kissed the top of her head. Hope said nothing at first as she looked over at Elijah, with worry in her eyes. "You have to tell us what is wrong baby girl, that way I can help you."

Hope sniffled before she looked up at Hayley. "Is Aunt Liz being hurt by someone?" She asked, and it caused everyone to look at her with wide eyes.

No one once ever mentioned where Elizabeth was in front of Hope. They never brought up what torture she could be going through at this moment. They only ever told her that Elizabeth had to leave for now and that she would be back soon. Even when they first found out Elizabeth had been missing, Hayley had sent Hope to her room to play while they sorted things out.

"Why would you think that?" Klaus asked her as he moved to sit at the foot of her bed. He reached over, placing his hand on her leg, hoping to provide more comfort.

"I saw her in my dream," Hope said as she looked over at Klaus. "She was laying on the ground and there was blood everywhere." She said as her tears began to build up again. "I walked over to her and she said my name. I tried to heal her with my magic, but it didn't work in the dream." She shook her head in disappointment. All the other times she was able to use her magic, her dream had let her down.

"What happened after you tried helping Aunt Liz?" Hayley asked as she looked over at Elijah. She was worried about what this was doing to not only her daughter but to Elijah as well.

"A man walked into the room and said her name to get her attention." Hope's eyes moved around the room. "His voice scared me. She yelled for him to go away, but he grabbed her by her feet and dragged her into another room. Then she started screaming." A shiver ran through Hope, and everyone saw it happen. "Is Aunt Liz okay?" She asked, looking at each of them.

None of them knew what to say to her. They had no idea where Elizabeth was. Of course, she was in hell, and that wouldn't be easy to feel 'okay' about. But how does one explain to a child that a member of their family is being tormented? They couldn't give her a straight answer without scaring the poor girl even more.

"Aunt Liz is probably out somewhere helping out a friend." Klaus said, giving her a small smile, hoping to ease her worry.

"But why would I have a bad dream about Aunt Liz?" Hope asked curiously.

"Sometimes," Hayley said, looking down at Hope. "I have bad dreams that something bad happens to you. It will be scary and when I wake up scared, I just tell myself that it was all a bad dream. Then I check on you and see that you are safe and sound."

"Can we check on Aunt Liz?" She asked as excitement filled her. She hadn't spoken to Elizabeth in days, and if checking in on Elizabeth meant she could talk to her, she was all for it. Hayley opened her mouth to make some excuse, but nothing came out.

"Right now she is sleeping," Elijah said from his spot by the door. "Waking her up in the middle of the night would make her not want to come home."

"And we don't want that, right?" Hayley added in, giving Elijah a silent 'thank you' for coming up with something. Hope shook her head quickly but didn't say anything. "Now, how about another bedtime story?" Hope smiled at that, eagerly agreeing to the idea. The others moved away from Hope's room, leaving Klaus and Hayley alone with their daughter.

Elijah ran his hand through his hair as he walked towards the railing. Placing his hand down the railing, he looked down at nothing in particular. His mind had been racing with thoughts. He couldn't figure out what this now meant. First, he had been having nightmares for days, and now Hope had one. He knew there had to be something they could do to get to Elizabeth.

"Elijah..." Freya said softly as she stood by her brother, looking at him. Now that Hope almost had the same dream Elijah did, Freya couldn't help but want to find some way to reach Elizabeth. "I may have a spell that will work." She said with a nod. "It will help try and make the connection of your bond stronger but I can't make any promise on how long it will last."

"As long as it gets me into her head for a few moments, it will be good enough." He said, looking over at her. "Without it, I don't know if I will be able to take another night of this. If I am not the only one having nightmares, there must be something going on."

"Shall we get started then?" Freya said, lifting her arm up, to gesture for Elijah to head to her room.

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Elizabeth laid on the floor of her cell, covered in blood. Even though she had already felt weak from the mixture of vervain and Jax's own concoction running through her veins, she had also lost a lot of blood. It had been just like she remembered it. No matter if thirty years passed, it seemed that they still had the same tactics. While the tactics were the same, the tools weren't. It seemed like they bought everything they didn't have in the past.

She struggled to pull herself up off the floor. After several failed attempts, she gave up and just did the easy thing of rolling on her back. She stared up at the concrete covering her cell before closing her eyes and letting sleep take over. While she slept, she felt some kind of peace. There was normalcy she found in sleep. She could dream of whatever it may be, and that could be her life. As long as her family was safe, she did not care about the world in which she found herself.

Her dream, this time, was mostly her dreaming about her current blood lust. She had a human in her arms as her fangs had ripped into their neck, and she drank away at it. Her dream was almost an exact replica of the first time she had turned and lost all control. She did not care for the humans that were around her. They were only food for her. The only difference between then and now was her updated fangs. She dropped the body with a satisfied smirk on her face as she turned to walk towards the next village. As she began walking through the trees, she stopped a few steps later when she found Elijah standing in her way.

"What are you doing here?" She asked with a raised eyebrow. She told herself he was only standing in front of her because her subconscious was wanting him. She knew this was just a dream. She crossed her arms over her chest and eyed him as she tried walking past him to get her goal; the other village.

"Blood lust really doesn't suit you." Elijah said as he grabbed her arm as she tried walking past him. "Why did you do it?"

The question had caught Elizabeth off guard. She looked at him, and part of her believed that he was really standing there in front of her. "Did what exactly?" She asked. "I've done quite a bit over the centuries."

Elijah shook his head. "Tying Jess' life to a spell."

Elizabeth stared at him for a moment. She must have fallen into a deep sleep for her subconscious to play those details against her. "Not like it matters if I tell you why." She said, shaking her head. "You aren't real."

"I am really here in your head, Elizabeth." He said, letting her arm go.

"No, you aren't." She said, shaking her head. "You can't be in my head." She didn't want to believe him. If she did, it would be like giving in to her subconscious, and it would begin to mess with that switch of hers. She shook her head and took a step back as she looked around. She tried to change the dream in some way where he wouldn't be there. She wanted to make it so he would go away, but no matter how she changed anything, he was still standing there.

"Are you done?" He asked with a small smile on his lips.

Elizabeth stood there, not knowing what to do. If he was in her head, it meant he was close by, or Freya was doing some magic. "Freya." She said as she shook her head once more. "This isn't going to help you find me." She said remembering when Lucien had injected her with the werewolf venom, and Elijah had entered her mind to find anything he could about her location. "It is against the rules."

Elijah sighed as he took in her words. "What rules?" He asked, watching her. "The contract you've created?"

"You still haven't found it have you?" She asked instead, not bothering to answer his questions.

"How could I? You didn't leave any indication as to where it was." He shook his head.

A smirk pulled at her lips. "Or maybe your brother hasn't given you my message."

Elijah huffed. "Not all things can fit in a chest." He said a moment later.

Elizabeth chuckled as she took a step closer to Elijah. "So he did tell you about my visit. It's a shame that you haven't put two and two together. And here I thought you knew me better than that."

"Liz." Her name left as a growl from his lips. A warning that he wasn't here for her guessing games. "It would be easier if you just told me where it was without the riddles."

She shrugged her shoulders. "What I said before I flipped my switch was a free pass. Anything now is against the rules. And we both know while some rules are meant to be broken, these ones have lives tied to them and we wouldn't want that to happen."

Elijah shook his head, growing frustrated. "While I would love to sit here and discuss the rules you've created, this isn't what I am here for. I don't know how long this spell will last."

This visit was merely to check in on her and see how the nightmares were connected. In her dream, she looked like herself. There were no bruises, no blood covering her, or any visible signs that she had been hurt. Elijah wished he could see what she had looked like at this moment while she was awake. But there was a part of him that was glad he couldn't see what damage had been done. He didn't want to know the torment she had been through. It would only make it harder for him.

"Then why are you here?" She asked, crossing her arms.

Elizabeth couldn't feel that he was close by. It meant that he really had no idea where she was. A small part of her hoped Elijah was close by, but she knew she only suffered for the last few days and not years as it felt. Elizabeth knew that he and his siblings would be nowhere even close to finding her.

“Hope and I are having nightmares about you." His words had caused her eyebrow to rise.

"What kind of nightmares?" She asked curiously. She wanted to know what it was that Hope was having nightmares of. She had always kept the girl laughing, never once had she scared her.

"Hope woke up screaming, saying she saw you laying on the ground covered in blood." Elijah hadn't missed the way Elizabeth's eyes widened at the information. He took a few steps towards her and stopped when he was standing right in front of her. "Was she right?" He asked, concerned.

Elizabeth looked anywhere but at Elijah before she nodded her head once. "And your nightmares?"

If Hope's nightmares held the exact truth about what was going on with her, she needed to know what Elijah had seen. The whole point of keeping her humanity off was to make sure he could not see or even feel the torment she was going through.

He looked down for a moment before looking back at her. "Do you want the tamer version or the more..."Elijah wasn't sure what to call it. "fearful version?

"Just tell me one of them." She said, wanting him to just tell her.

"I can feel it in my gut that we are in the right place. I hear you calling out to me. Then I walk into this room and there you are, strapped to a table. It usually ends with me watching as someone cuts into you and you are screaming until you almost pass out and they pull your heart out." While he would usually have never told her the terrible creations that his mind has come up with, he needed to know if that held any truth as it seemed Hope's dreams have been the truth.

She froze in her spot and just looked at him. She wanted nothing more than for him to get out of her head. She was afraid he'd see something he didn't need to see. She didn't need him knowing what visions of the future she had seen. "They are just nightmares." She said, lied, trying to make it seem like none of it was true. She wanted him to believe that she had no idea of what her future held.

"You know something." Elijah said, bringing his hand up to her cheek. "Tell me what it is." She leaned into it for a moment before she shook her head and moved away from him.

"Tell Hope, I am sorry for her seeing me like that." She said with a small nod. "I never intended for her to see any of this."

"Elizabeth," Elijah started to speak and then stopped when he saw that her features had begun to change. Blood covered the right side of her face. His eyes widened, and Elizabeth reached her hand up to the blood on her face.

"I'm waking up." She said as if it wasn't a big deal. "Be safe, Elijah." It was the last thing she had said before her eyes had slowly opened, and she saw a bright light above her. Seeing that light, she knew she was already strapped back to the table. Swallowing the lump that was in her throat, she prepared herself for what was to come next.

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Elijah shook his head the moment her dream ended. He was now even more worried for her than he had been before. Elijah was angry with Jax for taking her. He hated seeing her covered in blood like he had seen her. He was even slightly mad at her for knowing something that she refused to tell him. He knew she was trying to keep him from knowing how hurt she was. But he was worried about her. And that worry was growing to anger with each moment he thought about her dream after it ended.

"Were you able to talk to her?" Freya asked, watching him.

"Yes," Elijah said with a nod. "She knows something. I couldn't get it out of her. She kept saying it was against the rules."

"The contract?" Freya asked.

"I need to find it. There is something in there that shows there is a reason we are seeing her." Elijah tried racking his brain for where Elizabeth could have hidden the contract.

"Then they weren't just nightmares." Freya needed to know for sure.

"No, they aren’t." He sighed as he ran his hand along his face. "Hope's nightmare is more like she's watching Elizabeth at this exact moment."

"Please tell me Elizabeth's dream did not show you how she was physically." Freya was now worried about what her brother had seen.

"Not until she started waking up." He said, and Freya could see and hear the hurt come from him.

"Did she give any details that may be able to help us at all?" She asked, hopeful.

"It's against the rules." Elijah repeated. "But knowing our brother, they will want the nightmares to stop."

Freya nodded in understanding. "I'll find something for Hope."

"Find what for Hope?" Hayley asked as she and Klaus walked into the room.

"A spell for her dreams." Freya said, looking over at them. "She's seeing Elizabeth being tormented."

"How do you know that?" Hayley asked, looking between Elijah and Freya.

"Elizabeth just confirmed it." Elijah shook his head. He still couldn't believe it himself.

"You saw her?" Klaus asked as he took a step towards Elijah.

"Freya's spell helped me get into her head. She confirmed her injuries that Hope said she saw." Elijah hated to even repeat the information again.

"How is it that Hope can see her?" Hayley was worried about Hope now. Whatever Hope was seeing Elizabeth go through wasn't meant for a child to see.

"That I don't know." Freya shook her head. "Elijah has been having his own set of nightmares about Elizabeth. I don't know if we will be next to get them."

"You never said you were having nightmares." A look of concern grew on Klaus's face.

"I didn't think it was of importance at the time." Elijah shook his head. "I was to believe they were just that, dreams."

"We need to figure out how this is happening." Hayley looked between the siblings.

"I think I might know how this is happening." They all turned to the new voice. Veronica stood by the door, looking in. Once she had their attention, she walked into the room and held up a necklace. "This was delivered with a letter from Elizabeth earlier today."

Hayley and Freya recognized the necklace right away. Freya stood from her seat and walked over to Veronica, who handed the necklace over. "They are still connected." Freya said, looking down at the charm in her hand.

"What do you mean connected?" Klaus didn't like the sound of Freya's words.

"While we were sleeping, I taught Hope how to make a charm where she would mix her and Elizabeth's blood into a gem. It made it easier for both of them for when they wanted to visit on their own." Freya looked over at Klaus. "They needed each other to visit us. Sometimes Elizabeth would get pulled away with finding the cures that hope had to wait to see us."

"How is it still working now, though?" Hayley asked. "It was meant to get through your spell."

"It seems that while one is asleep, the other will dream of what the other person is currently doing." Freya wasn't exactly sure how it worked, but it made the most sense to her at that moment.

"But when Elizabeth was dreaming, there was nothing of Hope." Elijah looked over at Freya. "Elizabeth had control over what she was dreaming."

"Elizabeth doesn't have the necklace with her." Freya held up the necklace in her hand. "Elizabeth would possibly have to try harder to see Hope if that was the case." She sighed softly. "If I'm right, Hope is missing Elizabeth and that gem is the only thing she needs to see her."

"How can we be sure that is what is actually going on?" Veronica asked.

"There is only one way we can test that theory." Freya said, looking over at Hayley and Klaus. "Is Hope asleep?"

"Yes." Hayley said with a nod. "What are you going to do?"

"It's not what I'm going to do," Freya shook her head. "I'd like for one of you to enter her mind and see what she is dreaming of. In the meantime, I'll find a spell to block the connection if it is."

"I'll do it." Klaus said without hesitating to walk out of the room. Elijah and Hayley followed Klaus back to Hope's room. Hope looked peaceful in her sleep. Klaus only hoped that she wasn't seeing Elizabeth tormented.

He sat on the bed next to Hope and gently grabbed her hand to enter her dreams. The first thing he saw was Hope running past several trees. But it wasn't as f she was just running for fun. She was running as if she was determined to get somewhere. It was as he moved to follow her, he heard the one thing that confirmed it all. A loud scream filled the air that he knew belonged to Elizabeth.

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agajsksns not gonna lie being 10 feet tall sounds awesome. i have no idea how tall that is because the only thing i know about feet (that sounds so wrong) is that google is telling me that i'm 5'6 (sorry to disappoint). which is. average height right? well it doesn't feel like it coz my best friends are giants. they're both 180+ cm tall and they constantly make fun of me for being short. but honestly i win because i can always make them reach things for me.

thank you! that's very sweet, i actually only saw your reply like 20 minutes before the new year so it was right on time! i loved writing to you and waiting to hear back as well, you're a really fun person to talk to!

i know you probably won't see this for a couple of weeks before going on holiday, but have fun!

i laughed really hard at the picture my brain conjured up when reading about you dropping the vampire act and starting to pretend to be a mouse, just straight up scurrying up to the houses on all fours in a bathrobe is hilarious. i'd pay to see that. and yeah! me either. the number of times i've gone outside at night is probably like 3. that's counting that time when i went for ice cream at 11pm to the store on the other side of the street in my pajamas and then had to turn back because it apparently closes at 10 pm. that was a pretty big disappointment

a halloween themed birthday party sounds awesome! it's sort of disappointing though that you can barely remember it. the only themed birthday party i had (or at least the only one that i remember) was princess themed because i was on my princess faze back then (i was 5 or 6 i think). i still remember the sheer joy i felt at being able to wear a long fancy dress. it was brilliant

oh yeah! i'm still slightly scared of blenders because of that time. now anytime i even put my fingers close to the blade i unplug it first. also i saw you got a blender? i think we have one that's similar to the one you described. so i have a couple of suggestions! i like to make banana "ice cream". you just cut up a banana into pieces and freeze it, (i have no idea how long it takes to freeze i just generally always have frozen bananas in my freezer) then you take them out, let them sit for 10 minutes (to not break the blender when you use it) and blend them. i sometimes add frozen berries or peanut butter too! depending on what i want that day. it's great, especially because i'm slightly lactose intolerant too and i absolutely love ice cream. you can also make smoothies as you said. i usually put in mine whatever fruit we have, generally apples, bananas and oranges or grapefruits. or if i'm making one for breakfast (which i know you can't, but this is just a generally more filling option i think?) i also add spinach. you can't really feel the taste but it's supposed to be good for you and it fills you up more (it does make the smoothie super green though!). but yeah i pretty much just mix and match anything i have! also: milkshakes. ice cream, berries (optional) and milk! super easy and my little cousins love it when they visit!

ohhh your grater also seems to be out to get you. i bet it's really painful if it actually falls on your feet, because like metal. on foot. ouch. especially if it hits you with a corner! and i would definitely also get surprised every time it happened no matter how many times it did! bifocal glasses do not sound fun either tho. i would constantly forget how to use them and probably would just get headache really fast too! i get a headache from my normal glasses when i wear them (i usually wear contacts) so bifocal ones would be even worse i bet.

exactly. i had no idea what "hot" means. i thought you were supposed to use it when you thought a person was aesthetically pleasing? or like you thought they look cute? i dunno. i used it a couple of times before i realised that was not what that meant and then i was just like uhhhh yeah i'm gonna delete that word from my vocab. yeah! i think that ace and probably aro too are pretty hard to figure out because it's the lack of something.

ahahsksns i can imagine tiny Lindsey waking up on Christmas morning and running to the window expecting snow in the middle of summer and it's so funny! i can't say anything though because we have this saying in lithuanian which is used essentially when someone does something unexpected and unusual for them so you say "it's gonna snow tomorrow". as in "wow, [name] did [something super unexpected from them], it must be snowing tomorrow" (because like those are equally unexpected things i guess? but it's said in winter too so it's just something you say whenever, i'm sorry it's hard to explain!) but yeah a figure of speech. and anytime i heard that, even in the middle of summer, the next morning i'd run to my window and look for snow and when there was none, i'd just stare accusatorily at my parents. like wow, i can't believe you lied/let someone lie to me

horse races sound fun, i've never been to one though! and a picnic luch sounds awesome! i love picnics but we have them very rarely, i definitely think we should have them more often

and yeah, i get that acid reflux more of an annoyance than a problem but still! i completely agree with you about peanut butter though. it's amazing, i could eat it everyday

I know exactly how tall 10 feet is purely because I’m 5 foot so two of me is 10 foot. I barely know feet but I got used to people being confused when I was like oh, I’m 155cm! so I learnt what my height was in feet but I can really only visualise heights when I put them into centimetres. Someone can be like I’m 6 foot! and that’s great but I don’t have the faintest idea how tall that actually is. 182cm on the other hand is easy. that’s just like one ruler above my height. I can picture that. 5 foot 6 is probably average but as a short person, I consider you tall. That really isn’t saying much at my height but still sdflshdfks. Biggest benefit of tall best friends is indeed making them reach high things though.

And now we’re almost three weeks into the new year. Time seems to be flying this year. This is a very late reply indeed sdfjhskdfs. I did see this before I left but didn’t have time to reply, thank you though! I did have lots of fun. I had some birds try to invade the unit up in Orewa and I had a dotterel (I think) follow me along the beach at Ngarimu Bay playing some sort of red light green light game with me (it only moved closer and started following me again when I looked away) and I think a blackbird started some sort of mating performance at me which was flattering but uhhhh I’m a bit of a big bird mate. Maybe choose someone else. there was also beaches and gorgeous views etc etc but birds, y’know. birds.

i would 100% do that for money with no regrets. on one hand I could get a job and contribute to society. on the other hand I could do that as my main income. not a hard choice. hire me by the hour to freak your family and friends out. i have no respect for myself i’ll do it to anyone for the right price. damn. only closed one hour earlier. that’s a massive disappointment. i was out at night willingly for my high school prom and for a creative writing night at my uni and inside a car if that counts when I think my family was travelling back from the south island when I was younger. So three times that come to mind. Oh. And if stupid camp burma trails count then add a few times to that but those were not night outings I did willingly.

I can barely remember most of my life, I just assume it happened and I wasn’t just planted here at 12 years old as an alien spy. Anything’s possible though. I remember my birthday cakes more than my birthday parties to be honest with you. My mum always made the cake and when I was young she’d make fun designs. A bee, a bat, a swimming pool and a cat come to me off the top of my head. They were mostly just sponge cats but she cut them and iced them expertly. A princess-themed party seems like a very fun type of party for kids who like that. Kids always seem very happy to dress up in pretty dresses and cool outfits to attend those kinds of parties. I can imagine the joy. I know my little cousin looooves that sort of thing, and her brother isn’t willing to be left out either

thank god you unplug it first now sdfjhsdf that’s incredibly reassuring. Ooo thank you for those suggestions!!! this is great!! I was wanting to try something with bananas and that sounds easy enough. I had an apple and feijoa smoothie while I was away on holiday and all I want is another one of those. So I’m very very very interested in trying out fruit smoothies now because they seem like they can be very very tasty. Spinach seems like such an odd thing to add but I’ve heard that several times now so clearly it’s a thing. I don’t think I’ve ever even had spinach. I’ll keep it in mind though. I suppose if I just try whatever fruit we have on hand eventually I’ll get something that tastes good. I have dairy free ice cream and dairy free milk so it seems like this could work out for me in a way where I’m not regretting my entire life. Normally when I go near a milkshake I regret the day I was born.

It isn’t a super heavy grater but I have intense survival instincts every now and then so it hasn’t actually hit my foot yet. I go diving in the other direction. But I think if it did I’d probably curse a few times before moving on with my life. I don’t think it’d be THAT bad. But I live in fear regardless. oh no. do your normal glasses have a slightly wrong prescription or is this just a thing that happens when you normally wear contacts,,, I’ve never worn contacts because I fear touching my squishy eyeball and also I think my shitty eyesight is too awkward for contacts so I have no idea if that’s a thing.

oh yes haha hot has been solidly deleted from my vocab for many years except in terms of temperature. It has a word that has never naturally come to mind and I’m sure it never will. It just seems weird when I use it.

I was a fool of a child and absolutely nothing has changed there! I mean I know how hemispheres work now but I’m still a dumbass at heart. Hahahahahaha oh nooooo. That’s incredible but oh noooo. I get what you mean by the saying though, that’d make a lot of sense here honestly since it never snows ever. Locally, at least.

i think horse races are just a form of betting and losing money that is frowned upon less than actual buildings based on gambling and such. I mean I only ever attended those ones, idk if all horse races are like that, but I know there was buying tickets for whatever horse you thought would win, and if they did you got money, if they didn’t you lost money. I don’t think it was a whole lot of money ? just like a few bucks ? but maybe you could choose to bet more ? I really don’t remember how it worked, I just remember accidentally finding a ticket on the ground and handing it in only to receive some money because the horse won. I think it was like 5 or 10 bucks which seemed like a LOT to my kid self. picnic lunches are fun though. my family keeps a tartan blanket in the back of the car that we use whenever we have picnics and also whenever we get takeaways (we put it in the middle of the lounge floor as the rest of my family eats fish and chips and I eat sushi, normally). But we don’t have as many as we used to. They are fun though.

can confirm i do eat peanut butter everyday and it goes brilliantly.

#orewa is up near auckland kinda #i mean it's part of auckland but it's. auckland is just too big ok it's weird cities are weird #ngarimu bay is harder to pin down even google maps won't recognise it #it'll take you to thornton bay which is the next bay over #it's not far from thames kinda near the coromandel idk there's no big city to identify the location with #if you don't know what burma trails are they are just an excuse to torture children #ok not exactly but i hated them they scared the shit out of me #you walk through the bush at night blindfolded following a rope trying to get to the end #and you have to navigate around trees and over rocks and such #and teachers and parents scare you because they're bastards and possums MAY run over you #anyway they were awful imo #i've explained this before but idk if it was to you or someone else sdfjsdf my memory is shocking #also i cannot have grapefruit anymore and this is a terrible shame #thank u medications that hate grapefruit :)#i've been eating a marshmallow leg while typing this it's alarming how much i've gotten through #i like that they're called santa legs like children who wants to eat santa???#is it cannibalism is santa portrayed as human #technicalities are important here #uhhhh i mean have a good day!!!#Anonymous

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I'll state from the beginning that the images below display the sort of sweet synchronicity to which only love can give life:

MaAndPaShipping is the best ship, and here are five reasons why:

1. It Made James

Like the boy do yer? Ever felt the slightest tingle of warmth at the mention of his name?

Well get down on yer knees and give thanks to his mother and father for gifting him to the world!

Where would we be without their remarkable commitment? Could James have grown into the dandified dream boat of your desires if deprived of the safety provided by his parents?

Had they not brought him up, he'd be dead, The Dog of Flanders fantasy made reality. If miraculously he survived, foraging in the wild is not conducive to a foppish personality.

Is that to yer fancy? No? Then let's have a little respect. The luxury Ma and Pa gave enabled his macaroni tendencies to reach such heights.

Their love created him! How can it not be celebrated?

You lot would ship Jessie's parents but you can't, because she has no dad, and I don't suppose you'll ever assent to his obvious identity of Windy Miller, although 'Jessie Miller' has a wonderful ring to it, so what can be done?

Should a Pa Jess be conjured for the purpose, he still buggered off, didn't he? Where's the allure in a faithless git?

I can't comprehend the obsession with Ma Jess. As soon as here she's stiff, and what is there to remember but coercing her daughter into eating snow?

Hey, I named her. What more do you want from me?

I'd rather have the living, visible ancestors, if you don't mind.

Yeah, says the history fanatic.

Why not make the most of the chances offered, and follow a devoted couple whose love made a difference to your existence?

2. Canon!

There are many ships which I find repulsive for involving depravity, or absurd as the subjects haven't met, or don't inhabit the same fictional universe.

Video et taceo: I see and I say nothing.

Neither does anyone. Forcing decent folk in to incest, bestiality etc. is quite alright.

Perverted ideas are left alone, but woe betide a Rocketshipper, because that's offensive.

It may be the only original ship left standing, with proper evidence and sanctioned by Nintendo, but no, it's fair game for undermining. People pick at your arguments, quibble constantly and NEED to register their objections NOW. You MUST be made aware of opposition. You're not to be permitted your views the way those with twisted tastes are indulged.

Why, out of tens of thousands of combinations, does making Jessie and James an item provoke hostility?

The strength of negativity actually serves as validation, for why be so concerned if it's an impossible relationship?

However sick they are, I'm not anti any ship. I can't muster sufficient interest to do it, and if I scroll on, I forget. I certainly don't attack those responsible.

Anti-Shipping is inherently nihilistic for promoting loneliness. They aren't against Rocketshipping through wanting Jessie and James to be with someone else, as an alternative is not readily available, so the outcome of it is neither finding a companion.

MaAndPaShipping attracts no sourpuss silliness, for 'tis canon beyond question. There's nothing about being 'just friends' when married with a son.

How's the state of your O.T.P.? Not looking too clever I expect, and what's your contribution: wishing, and hoping, and thinking, and praying?

Cast it off! None of that longing is necessary in these quarters, as MaAndPaShipping is a fait accompli.

Hallelujah! Wallow in that Love!

Don't you yearn for at least one ship that all of us accept by default, to the extent these aristocrats are spoken of as a single unit?

Across the internet, Ma and Pa are bracketed as 'James's parents', never 'he' and 'she', always 'they', barely counting as distinct characters. That's how undeniable the love is between them. Sheer indifference has awarded it a blessing from everyone.

MWAH-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!

Of course, now I've drawn attention to it the moaning will start, but we all know a spoilsport when we see one.

If they had any legitimate complaints they ought to have mentioned 'em before this piece highlighted the marriage!

Except it won't have occurred to 'em previously, proving the eternal, indissoluble quality of MaAndPaShipping.

You get good value with this one.

Find a post referring to Ma and Pa as individuals and I'll have written it, for that's what you call ironic.

3. It's a Fine Rocketshipping Proxy

I was at primary school when Pokémon hit the West like the bright, bearded meteor it is, atomizing all competition for a child's attention.

I have shipped Jessie and James before I knew anyone else did it, unaware shipping was even a thing.

There are other pairs where I think: 'That seems to fit', but it's incomparable to what I feel for them.

It is part of me. I bleed it.

I have shipped it longer than most Tumblerries have dwelt upon the earth.

I used to believe, what with the hints and manga finale, that this resolution was inevitable, and all I had to do was wait.

Well I've been patient for two decades now, thus when I look at the modern incarnation, and realise it's no nearer to that goal, and instead is further away, waiting starts to wear a bit thin.

I resent the lack of appreciation shown to the fans by the cretins in charge, how any meagre shippy inclusion is done not with an interest in deepening bonds, but with the blatant cynicism of moulding us into performing monkeys dancing to their manipulative tune.

I dislike being treated like a sea lion, expected to clap me flippers at the wave of a fish, or as a panting dog begging at top table, where, because they're desperate to maintain the status quo, every scrap flung down from above now comes with an Anti-Ship kick in the teeth, just to be sure nothing progresses. Not whilst the franchise can still be milked for all it's worth.

I have lost faith Rocketshipping will happen. What passes for Pokémon today carries not the remotest indication of any intention on the so-called writers' part to finish it that way.

Even if it did, it's not my Team Rocket, it's those skeletal, gargoyle bastardisations. My Jessie and James never got the reward they deserved.

I'm somewhat in the market for a replacement. Beneath this loathsome carapace of acid and ice beats the tender heart of a true romantic, and it must have an outlet!

Shipping Ma and Pa provides a certain spurious relief, because it's as close as you can get to Jessie and James without it being them, both biologically as his parents, but they're so similar to the duo it counts as proof in itself.

Holy Matrimony! is prime Rocketshipping territory, not merely the balloon lift, but many slight additions are as important, like the haircuts matching.

Ma and Pa are therefore Jessie and James in the past, present and future:

The past for representing Jess 'n' Jamie gone Victorian, and we've all wondered how that'd turn out.

The present as it's there right now, absent of suffering the shameless whims of morons to get what you want. 'Tis yours to savour.

The future as a glimpse of Jessie and James once married with children, and they agree:

That's how they play it given the opportunity!

What, James in blue, for his and Pa's hair, and Jessie wearing purple, like Ma's, with a red shawl for her own, and Ma Jess's orange earrings to copy the beads?

• Money!

• Bun!

• 'Tache!

• Classy pad!

• Fancy gear!

• Pampered pet!

• Identical cups of Earl Grey!

4. Original Blend

Ma and Pa have only got two fans! We care more than the entire fandom has in twenty years!

Rocketshipping art is ten a penny, so why not display a pioneering spirit, sharpen up those pencils and be inspired?

Let your mind expand and marvel at the possibilities of these unchartered territories, and I'll reblog it if it's nice.

Pay attention to the condition of it being nice. I'm not putting up with any old toss.

Real Ma and Pa is what I want too, not those Sinnoh coffin-dodgers.

It's never been done! Every drawing breaks new ground!

I don't like fan fiction, but I wouldn't say 'no' to that either. Recall the 'nice' stipulation again.

Come on, be the first amongst your friends and get ship shape!

5. It Gives Us All Hope

Suppose your favourite amour one day became canon: you imagine that's the end of the matter?

Well it ain't.

Between Ash, Misty, Brock, Jessie, James, Gary and Tracey, there are three-and-a-half out of fourteen parents (Flint doesn't count as a complete man) and one out of twenty-eight grandparents, and that's not enough!

If the series drew to a close with your beloved couple apparently walking into the happily-ever-after, there's no guarantee it'll endure. In fact, the odds are they'll split up within a few years and leave another generation to fend for themselves or starve.

That's right, so don't presume the final episode is all you need to worry about. Can you rest easy knowing it'll go pear-shaped once the camera stops rolling?

It's futile soothing one's worries with:

Oh, but they know what it's like to be alone. They'd never inflict such stress on their children.

Oh really?

Look at that poor showing of grandparents. Either Pokémon has a system reminiscent of the sci-fi film Logan's Run, where everyone over thirty is vapourized, or these disappearing maters and paters were themselves victims of abandonment.

I bet when they settled down, they thought it'd be different for their kids, they'd make sure of it, but no, off they went down that same route of feckless self-indulgence, and that's being kind assuming they intended not to repeat history.

Depressing eh? What's the good in any of us surrendering to romance, real or otherwise, if love is but a mayfly of emotion, and all dreams are doomed to die?

Then Ma and Pa arrive, and suddenly the storm clouds part for a ray of heavenly light.

It's not only that they made the effort in what was probably an arranged marriage and have stayed together from youth, it's that they've stayed together when no one else has, which augments its value.

When separation is commonplace, sticking it out becomes rarer and rarer as any belief in the sanctity of wedlock erodes with every failure.

If they didn't bother, why should I? What's the use when it won't work?

Once that idea enters your head, it's over, and your gloom-laden attitude fulfils itself.

Society is collapsing about Ma and Pa's ears, but they persevere nevertheless, refusing to buckle under the turgid malaise engulfing the arrogant and weak.

It's bloody beautiful, man!

You may suggest an environment of supreme wealth erases normality, and to their class and time period divorce is still taboo, so they don't really have much of choice but to remain wedded.

Ah, but it's not as if they simply tolerate one another for appearances, or carried on for the sake of their son (which is more than anyone else did besides), not when he walked out on them.

They've been married longer than James has lived, so at least eighteen years (don't all squeal at once), and they're still blissfully contented!

They hold hands!

They use terms of endearment like 'dear' and 'my precious'!

They were made for one another!

They work as a team!

They want the same thing for James!

It could bring a stone angel to tears it's so beautiful!

See what success can be achieved when you try? When you endeavour to love the one you're with and make yourself worth loving in return?

Better that than chucking 'em at the first sign of trouble.

Ma and Pa is such an irrevocable union even the despair of losing their only child failed to tear 'em asunder, and that'd defeat many, but not this husband and wife.

Be grateful, for it means all is not in vain.

It doesn't have to be misery and pain: love can last despite the pressure of a wretched, hollow culture bent on self-destruction. Your ship might just succeed too.

God bless 'em for keeping the magic alive!

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Why do I have the presentiment that I'm going to regret encouraging support?

#maandpashipping #team rocket #ma james #pa james #ma and pa james #james #jessie #james's mom #james's dad #james's parents #rocketshipping #kanto #holy matrimony!

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Hello I've got 2 questions: The first one was if you could do a directors cut of toms chapter from grass crown? The second one was if you have any tips for writers, specifically dealing with criticism? I'm not great with constructive criticism and have a hard time putting my work out there and I was wondering how you deal with it?

I like how chapter 10 of Grass Crown is now just known as ‘Tom’s chapter’ haha it sounds so foreboding. I was both very nervous and very excited to write Chapter 10 because I’d never attempted to write from Tom’s POV before, despite being tempted a few times during Barbed Wire. I know I discussed that chapter pretty heavily in the comment section so I’ll try to avoid repeating anything I said there. the chapter begins with Tom waking from a dream because I think it speaks to his nature- he has a lot of dreams for his future (most of them good for him, bad for others) and it could be correctly said that he is, in many ways, delusional. but he’a also got a pretty good track record with making his dreams (thus far) into reality, through a combination of smarts, cunning, blackmail/intimidation/threats, and networking. Amy has mentioned before, because nothing is really ‘off limits’ to Tom, he very rarely doubts that he can achieve something; he’s like that meme of ‘everyone should have the confidence of a mediocre white guy walking into an interview he’s unqualified for’ haha. He’s used to getting his way, either sooner or later. the only ‘thing’ he’s ever dreamed of that he failed to materialize was a life with Amy in it. It was also important to me that everything in his house be described as modern and new and top of the line and carefully selected by him or Lydia. it’s really his version of a ‘fuck you!’ to his childhood at Wool’s, where he had very little control over his surroundings. now he has all the control. we then go into the intro of the pensieve, which I knew pretty much from the start I wanted/needed to include, given the constant flashbacks and references to the past in this fic. Tom using a pensieve was a smoother transition to the memory than him just brooding on it for an hour straight.

what’s also interesting is the memory he’s chosen to ‘replay’ over and over again; yes, it is his and Amy’s ‘first time’ but his interest in watching this doesn’t really seem to be pornographic- he acknowledges that he’s not even interested in watching the act of sex itself over and over again- but what precedes and follows it. that level of vulnerability and intimacy which he had once and has never had again. I think it both intrigues and repulses him, the idea of ever opening himself up like that to anyone again. he mocks Amy’s appearance and his younger self’s devotion to her because that’s easier than confronting the pain of losing all that. he pretends to focus on the fact that sex just isn’t super exciting or even interesting to him anymore to avoid dwelling too much on the fact that being with Amy made him feel appreciated, not just in the physical sense for his looks, but appreciated and accepted as a flawed person, not for any other reason. we then get the creepy segue that A. Tom hasn’t been celibate since then, unsurprisingly or not and B. the one sex worker he frequents bears a passing resemblance to Amy. that sort of speaks for itself. Tom looks for her in the people around him, especially the women, and is both infuriated and pleased when they either live up to the standard she set... or miss it entirely. we then jump back into the memory and see Tom and Amy joking with each other after the fact and having a playful argument. this is obviously very painful for Tom, but he masks that by acting shocked and appalled that he ever let someone speak to him like that or mock him to his face like that. the lack of agenda or manipulation in his younger self at that point disturbs him, for all that the relationship between the two was already damaged at the time. we then see Tom head into work, which is pretty straightforward until the infamous interrogation with Jaime. Jaime is pretty much Tom’s opposite; referred to as a ‘conman’ and a ‘common thug’ and known for moving in the same circles as a lot of organized crime, he’s essentially the blue collar outlaw to Tom’s white collar, just-under-the-surface corruption and deceit. Jaime might not be trustworthy, but he doesn’t pretend to be, either. Tom is so dismissive and derisive of him that he is enraged when his usual tactics don’t work, and Jaime fails to immediately turn on Amy, as Tom had expected him to do so. the idea of a ‘common criminal’ having some kind of code or honor or even loyalty to anyone but themselves both perplexes and angers Tom. he pivots to assaulting Jaime’s mind in an attempt to get the info on her by force, and is further incensed when Jaime’s memories of Amy conjure up feelings of warmth and affection. the idea of her even having a friendly relationship with Jaime Isola clearly does not sit well with him. unfortunately for Tom, his attempts to then imperius Jaime our cut short... and we see the transition to home again and the anxious wait for the election results. his conversation with Lydia is always interesting for me to write because they are both very calculated but trying to play it off as casual and innocent, and both always think they’ve got the upper hand at the moment. Tom suspects Lydia is not nearly as pure of mind and heart as she pretends to be, but is ambivalent about this, content to wait until they’re married to pry much deeper, and acknowledges her intelligence and charisma in the sense that it will be an asset to his career. he ‘scolds’ her a little by bringing up the fact that he knows about her visit to MESP, but is surprisingly unfazed by her lack of cowering or subservience when she gives a clearly overacted apology. she still, of course, demonstrates plenty of deferral to him in other ways, fixing him a drink and getting his mail. also, of course, the note that Tom seems to like her best when she acts in a more ‘Amy-esque’ manner; he’s thrilled by her verbal approval of him and not nearly as put off as he usually might be by her open display of affection when she hugs him. re: dealing with criticism: this is something I continue to struggle with, although I do my best not to get into sparring matches in the comment sections and I try to ‘see the best’ in every comment and not get derailed into a pointless argument over semantics or fixate on someone’s wording. I’m a sensitive person (I think a lot of writers are) and I think it’s okay to feel upset or hurt by someone’s criticism without feeling like you are being arrogant or selfish. sometimes constructive criticism can be delivered unkindly or in a convoluted manner, especially when it’s mixed in with more minor critiques or compliments, and sometimes criticism isn’t really criticism and is just someone expressing their frustration in the comment section. I know a lot of writers choose to moderate comments or disable non-ao3-user comments for this reason. I don’t do this because I want people to be able to read my comments and get an accurate sense of how readers felt right when the chapter was posted. even when the comments are embarrassing to me or make me feel bad about my writing. this is a personal choice and I’m not saying you should or must do this. mostly I deal with it by trying to wait a little to respond; it’s easy to get upset and type out a snarky reply but sometimes if you wait a little you can get a better perspective on how the reader might have felt or what confused or annoyed or felt incongruous to them about your writing. when I do respond I try to just address things very point by point and straightforward, and I also generally do thank people for commenting unless they’re being a blatant troll and just looking for a rise from me. overall I feel like it’s just something you have to get exposed to over and over again. I’m much better now about not taking comments too seriously or letting them direct my writing than I used to be. when you gain confidence as a writer you can sort of develop a better filter for what critique is useful to you and what isn’t. just because someone has raised a valid point in the comment doesn’t mean they necessarily have the best solution for said problem. sometimes it is really just a matter of interpretation of a character. it also heavily depends on the fandom (if you are writing fic). in my experience the ASOIAF fandom, as much as I love it, tends to come in swinging a lot harder than the HP fandom, which I think is a little more chill and mellow and more ‘you do you’. if I mess up a worldbuilding detail or don’t explain myself properly in an ASOIAF fic, especially if it involves popular characters or plot points, I know I’m going to get heat for it in the comment section from someone. overall, I would say try to come at it from the commenter’s perspective, but also don’t let yourself obsess over it. it’s hard to remember but most fics do have a silent majority, and there are so many people who are just going to read it and enjoy it and who just don’t leave a comment because that’s not how they roll. if moderating comments and being able to approve them before they go up will make you feel more in-control and secure, then you should do that. I do find that if you reply to comments, a lot of times people might seem less abrasive or intimidating on comment #2 than #1, mostly because they’re not expecting to get a reply from the writer. you shouldn’t be afraid to go ‘actually, I agree with you regarding *insert*’ or ‘well, in my view, *character* is acting this way because...’ it’s good practice to be able to calmly state your opinion or defend your work without it turning into an online brawl, and it’s not a mark of weakness to agree with someone’s critique or acknowledge that you could have done something better. plus, you have to write a lot of crappy fics before you can write a good fic. I try to remember that when I look at my old works. nothing’s set in stone and you can absolutely continue to improve and adapt your writing as you go along.

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