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FREQUENCY: Episode 4 - A Solider Boy Story

FREQUENCY: A Soldier Boy Story

EPISODE 4: “Virginia Woolf”

WORD COUNT: 4815

PAIRING: Soldier Boy X Reader

WARNINGS: (NSFW) Foul language. Mentions of, and graphic depictions of sex. TRIGGER WARNING: Offensive slurs. Violence, depression, and mentions of suicide.

A/N: This story is dark, and covers mature themes. The main character, as well as other major characters, are offensive in nature, and may offend some people. Please peruse with caution, and remember that this is fiction. Reader discretion is advised. Please message me for any questions, comments, or concerns.

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No but seriously, if you're easily offended, this episode is not for you. Please remember that I am a writer, and the things my characters say are not my personal beliefs.

John was the closest thing I had to a romantic partner. We would have sex, he’d complain to me about something, and then I’d beg him to get revenge on Vought. We both understood each other well, and knew the other person's likes and dislikes. I knew what pissed him off more than anything, and he knew niche things like I didn’t like mustard. I knew he was unbeatable, and he knew that I was breakable. That was in comparison to Maeve, obviously.

We would be fucking, his hot, suped up skin slapping into mine with unrelenting fervor. I wouldn't just feel him in my cervix, no; I’d feel my bones rub against each other, I’d hear my joints brace for impact as they tried desperately not to shatter. My fingers would grip whatever surface I was closest to. I’d hopelessly try and grasp for some sort of leverage, my knuckles popping, and turning a stark shade of white as I clenched tighter, and tighter as he pierced into me from behind.

I’d be too overwhelmed to speak. Choking on screams, the breath being stolen from my lungs. He would get so into it, he’d forget how fragile I was in comparison to him. I’d try to pry myself out of his strong grasp, flopping myself down onto the mattress like a fish out of water. He’d pull away then, letting me go, and admiring his painting of broken capillaries on my asscheeks. I’d be bruised for weeks on end. One time I had to go to the hospital. A nurse asked what I did to myself, I told her I fucked The Homelander. She laughed, and said, “good one.”

I remember he and I getting into a big fight because he used to follow me around town when I would’nt answer his phone calls. I told him he had no right to put a leash on me, and if he wanted to do that then he could just ask me to be his, and we’d call it a day. He never wanted that commitment though. And if I’m being honest with you, neither did I. To get back at me for ignoring him he started fucking Stormfront. The Nazi. Yeah, I saw that one coming. When she died he came crawling back.

I stood by my open door on my balcony, wearing nothing but a pair of underwear. He knelt below me, his arms wrapped around my waist, resting on top of my ass like a shelf. He smashed his face into my lower stomach, placing gentle kisses, and speaking into me. He was begging me to forgive him. I gazed off into the distance, acting angry with my arms crossed over my chest, pouting. But if I’m being honest with you, I never felt more powerful than in that moment. The strongest man in the world begging for my forgiveness? I gave in very easily to that one.

I stayed up all night last night worrying about SB. Should I just tell Ama? Should I be honest, and let her know I’m housing an enemy of the state on her property? What if she didn’t buy the love story? What if she kicked us out, and I couldn’t get my revenge on Vought? What if John finds out, comes to find me, and kills everyone in his path, including my super weapon? There would be laser burns in the earth from here to timbuktu.

See, in the beginning I was NOT planning on referring to SB as my boyfriend, or partner, or whatever. I didn’t even think that far ahead. In fact, I’m not even sure what I was going to refer to him as when the time came. But now that I’m here, and now that she has assumed that we’re an item, I guess there is nothing else I can do. He would be my fake boyfriend, and I would be the awkward girlfriend who didn’t like showing physical intimacy. I’m sure that wouldn’t be too hard to believe.

I mean, I could show physical intimacy with him, I could try, at least. But hell, I barely knew how to show it with someone like John, and he's been seeing me naked for almost four years now.

I roll out of bed with a groan. I definitely didn’t get enough sleep. I open the blinds, and squint as the beaming morning shines in on me. High UV index, I think, or, I feel. Sunscreen is definitely a must. Looking out the window, I smile as a few of the res kids run around, spraying each other with a garden hose. That joy is short lived as I turn to see Soldier Boy SITTING NEXT TO FIVE OTHER UNASSUMING ADULTS, AND HAVING GOD KNOWS WHAT KIND OF CONVERSATION WITH THEM HOLY FUCK-

I scramble out of my bedroom, tripping over the pillows I piled onto the floor last night before I fell asleep. I rush over to the front door, only to catch myself in the reflection of the microwave. Yeah, let's not go outside in underwear and a skimpy tank top. I bactrack into the bedroom, sliding on a pair of jeans, and a bra. I trip over the pillows one more time on my way out.

“Good morning, sunshine!” Ama beams from a beach chair set up next to SB. He turns around to see me, as does everyone else in the area.

Five different people come up to hug me, and say hello. I gracelessly return the gesture. Why does everyone here insist on touching me? I almost faint as a small toddler runs towards me with sticky fingers. Thank God someone lifts him up before he can get close. He smells like maple syrup. It makes me nauseous. I fucking hate kids.

“I didn’t realize everyone woke up so early around here.” I mumble, moving over to an empty chair in the circle of adults.

“I would've thought you’d be a light sleeper.” Ama taunts.

“I usually am,” I respond. I turn to SB now, taking in his expression and overall vitals. He's calm, that's good, I think. “How did you sleep?” I ask him, squinting my eyes in his direction.

“Well, thanks. What about you?” He beams. Bastard.

Like shit, I think.

“Peachy.” I say, smiling back. I roll my eyes as I look off into the distance. This was going to be a long three months.

Some of the other people begin to walk off back to their homes. Ama goes to wrangle her son and her boyfriend. I look up at her.

“Where is everyone going?” I ask.

“Most of us are going to get our day started. Feel free to tag along or chill out here, I don’t really care.”

“Awesome. I think we will probably get our bearings today. Maybe next time though.” I say stiffly, with a synthetic smile.

She smiles back at me as she walks over to her trailer.

I sit uncomfortably, gripping the chair's armrests. He turns to me slowly with a raised eyebrow.

“Are you always this awkward?” He asks.

I whip my head over to him, slightly offended.

“I’m not that awkward.” I defend.

“Right…” He drags. “And I’m twenty five.”

I scoff at him, standing up, and walking back over to our trailer.

“Where are you going?” He asks.

“Getting my day going.” I respond curtly, leaving the door open for him to follow me.

I head inside, going into my room, and beginning to make my bed. He leans on the doorframe, and watches as I struggle to readjust the fitted sheet onto the mattress.

“Back in my day you’d have that done before you even left the room.”

“Well, unfortunately, this isn’t 1940.” I sneer.

“How old are you anyways?” He asks, his eyes burning a hole into my ass as I tuck in the top sheet under the mattress.

“Twenty-two.” I say without turning around.

I hear him whistle behind me, sighing. I move closer to where he is to grab the pillows off of the ground, putting them back onto the bed.

“Not everyday you shack up with a dame eighty years younger than you, huh?” He jokes.

Looking at his face I can tell this bothers him. I decide not to poke fun at him about it.

“Well, you don't look a day past thirty-five.” I reassure.

He smiles weakly at that. He moves back into the kitchen as I finish up on the bed. He pulls a cigarette out of the pack in his pocket, and goes over to the gas stove. Leaning down, he lights it on the burner. He lets out a few puffs before he takes a deep inhale, pulling it out from between his lips with his thumb and forefinger. He leans against the counter in the kitchen as he watches me make my way back out of the bedroom, and onto the couch.

“So, do you have a plan?” He asks me. I look up at him.

“Oh, for the summer?” I question back.

I reach for the remote, turning the TV on. I leave it muted as I search for a news channel. Still no talk of his escape.

“Yeah, do you have anything planned out?”

I sigh, thinking about all the fantasies I’ve had in the past.

“Well, for a long time I just hoped I could get them all in one room and then blow them up.”

“Ah,” He laughs. “Now I know what you need me for.”

“Well,” I start. “At first I just thought about using regular bombs, but no one was willing to help me do it. Then I realized they still had you alive somewhere, and thought to myself, he's a living bomb. Plus, you’re a tough man to kill. It’d be damn near impossible for these people to have any sort of defense against you when the time comes.”

He nods at me. “You do any combat?”

I laugh a little at that.

“My abilities are strictly senses. I’m just as weak as a civilian, if not more.”

“If not more? What the fuck does that mean?”

I sigh, pulling my hands up to try and begin to explain to him.

“Picture a thunderstorm,” I start. “You have a four year old kid who's deathly afraid of thunder. That fear isn’t going to physically stop him from getting to the storm cellar, is it?”

“No, guess not.” He says, watching me intently.

“Okay, then picture me. If there is a loud clap of thunder, and my hearing is the way that it is, a sound that intense will implode my eardrums. It will shake my body. The lightning will literally blind me. I remember I used to have to wear these noise canceling ear covers when I was a little girl. They worked, of course, but sometimes too well. I’d find myself being able to hear the blood pumping in and out of my heart. Then the neurons firing in my brain.”

“I guess you have a point,” He says, then realizes; “But your plan, with the bombs. That's loud. Wouldn’t that just be your worst nightmare?”

I take a deep breath.

“Well, I’ve never been around much of a sound like that before, I’ve only ever heard detonations from a great distance, like in Russia, and such,”

His eyes widen in awe as I continue to speak on my story.

“But I’m assuming if I were in close proximity to something like that I’d surely just…die?”

“Ah, so it’ll be just me there then?” He inquires.

“No, I’d definitely be there,” I say, shaking my head. “Not to get dark, or ruin a nice moment, but…y’know…”

He looks around, confused.

“No, I’m afraid I don’t know.”

I roll my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest.

“I would die happy? And I would be getting revenge on the people that ruined my life, and would hopefully go out quickly, without incident.”

“So this is a suicide mission?” He grills, moving in closer to me.

“I don’t think about it that way,” I say. “This is a childhood dream coming true.”

“Yeah, well, my childhood dream never involved sacrificing myself for the sake of revenge.”

“Well, to each their own.” I shrug, standing up, moving to put my shoes on.

“What about my family? How will I end up finding them without your help?”

Oh yeah, I think. That.

I look up into the ceiling for a second, rubbing my chin in thought.

“Ah,” I say, beginning to tie my shoes. “I’ll leave you a note.”

He watches as I stand up to leave the house.

“Where are you going?” He asks, concerned.

“A hike. It’s too nice of a day to stay inside, plus, I like to listen to the trees.”

I go to grab the door latch, feeling his gaze burning a hole into my back.

“You can come if you want,” I offer.

He sighs in content as he follows me out of the house.

When I was younger, when I lived in West Virginia, I used to hike all the time. I’d go out to the most remote point I could find off the beaten path, and sit with my hands cupped over my ears. If I quieted my mind enough, I could hear past the blood pumping in and out of a bucks heart half a mile away. I could hear past the thunderous flapping of a hawk's wings. I could hear past the cartilage rattling inside of a snake's tail. If I got quiet enough, I could hear the plants working. Living. Existing. I’d listen to them breathe carbon in, and exhale oxygen out. If I put my hands against the hard ground, I could feel their roots fill up with nutrients, and send the Earth's goodness back up into the trunk, and into the branches of the tree. I would completely envelop myself within the soil, becoming one with the flow of nature.

Life was simpler then, a time without distractions. A time without worries or a deathwish. A time without a prehistoric supe trailing behind me for an hour and a half not saying a single word.

I smell it as he pulls it out of his pocket and up to his mouth.

“No.” I say simply.

He groans from behind me. I hear the flickering of a lighter anyway. I stop in my tracks, turning around to face him. He’s cupping a firm hand around a tiny joint. It's comical in comparison to him. As he exhales he looks up at me. I glare at him, my arms crossed over my chest.

“What, no hash either?”

I don’t say a word, just continuing to glare.

“I don't know what stick you have up your tight ass, but someone needs to pull it out.”

I roll my eyes, beginning to walk away from him.

“Sometimes I swear you're mentally retarded by the way you act around other people.”

I stop again, turning around, and holding a finger up to him.

“Okay, first of all, no one says that word anymore. Second of all, I just want some peace and quiet. No distractions. But this entire walk you have been huffing and puffing, and now you decide to light one of the worst smelling things in the history of the planet, with a shitty, cheap gas station lighter from the middle of fucking nowhere that reeks of propane.”

He holds his hands up in defense, laughing at my irritation.

“No reason for the hysterics, sweetheart.”

“God, you’re a sleaze ball.” I groan, stomping off as far away from him as possible on the trail.

“Am I?” He asks.

“The quintessential sleaze ball, actually.” I gripe.

“Now doll, you’re just hurting my feelings.”

He catches up to me easily, trying to irritate me more. He walks right next to me now. I try to move faster, take bigger strides, but it’s no use. My sprint is his equivalent to a slow walk through the park.

“I can always leave you alone and go fuck off to Costa Rica.” He beams.

I look at him from the corner of my eye, glaring.

“You say the word and I will happily let you exist without me. Doesn’t that sound nice, sweetheart?”

“Fine,” I stop. “You can get the fuck out of here.”

He stops now too. Turning to face me, he holds his joint in one hand, and talks with the other.

“Hey nutcase, last time I checked you fuckin’ got me out! You really think I want to be spending my first taste of freedom arguing with a suped-up schizo-tard?”

I cross my arms, gritting my teeth.

“Then leave, I already told you once before.”

I pluck his joint out of his fingers and throw it onto the ground, smashing it into the dirt with my boot. He rubs his hands onto his face, growing angrier by the minute.

“You’re psychotic!” He yells.

“Okay! Leave then.” I begin to walk off, as fast as humanly possible without committing to a full run.

“I can’t leave!” He screams.

I stop and turn around to face him. He looks down at the ground in defeat.

“Look, wacko, I can’t go anywhere unless you give me information on my family. That’s the only reason I’m even considering helping you. You give me that, and I will gladly leave you alone.”

Ugh, the fucking family, I think. God damnit. It was a good idea in the moment, but now it serves as a constant reminder for my immense guilt. I should've never, ever said that. I can’t stand to be around this guy, but I don’t want him to know I’m lying to him. He would be crushed to know.

“Look, I don't mind helping you,” He starts. “As long as I get what I need when the time comes. Just fuckin, chill out a little bit, please.”

I take a deep breath, closing my eyes. I clasp and unclasp my strained hands.

“Okay,” I breathe. “Okay, you’re right.”

He sighs in relief, beginning to follow me again as we make our way back down the trail.

“You owe me for that reefer by the way,” He adds. “And, if we could get some new clothes for me too, that would be nice. I’ve been wearing this for a few days now.”

I smile softly as he stomps behind me.

He didn’t understand why modern women were so whiny. So ridiculous and dramatic. He didn’t understand why they wore pants so tight you could see the outline of their G string through them-- not that he was complaining. He didn’t understand the point of platform heels outside of a strip club, or the fact that they had women with penises working inside of the strip club.

As he walks up and down the aisles of the local consignment store, he can’t help but grab articles of women's clothing, and hold it up in awe. A black shirt without sleeves, small enough to be worn by a child, with the phrase “I’d do me” on the front of it in hot pink writing. He shakes his head, hanging it back onto the rack, and catching up to his brooding handler.

She makes small talk with an elderly couple. The old woman holds up two shirts, putting each one up against her husband's skin, seeing which one looks best against his tone. Freak has her hand up to her chin in thought, squinting her eyes at the older man.

“See, I feel like the green is too harsh against his skin because he's so pink.” She states.

The old man groans, the older woman nodding along with her.

“See, I told you Steve, you don’t look good in this color.”

“I have to wear green, Marie. Everyone who's in the wedding party has to.”

“Well, I’m sure Junior will make an exception for his Papaw. And no one told me to wear green.”

“Cause you’re not in the damn party!”

“Well I should be, I'm only the groom's flesh and blood!”

Freak looks flustered, rubbing her hands down the front of her face. She can sense him behind her. Whipping around, she grabs him by the arm, presenting him to the old couple in front of her.

“I really wish I could stand here and help, but I have to go shop for my… husband.” She announces.

The couple turn to face him now. The old man stares at him with squinted eyes. The old woman takes off her glasses and gazes at him from top to bottom.

“Do I know you, son?” The old man questions.

Freak's face goes stark white.

“Oh, don’t be so senile,” Says the old woman. “These two just moved to town!”

The old woman turns to her now, leaning into her ear, whispering.

“I’ll tell you what though, he sure does look old enough to be your father.”

SB rolls his eyes at that. The old woman's version of a whisper was just lowering her voice a few octaves.

“Say, how old are you anyway?” The old woman asks.

“Thirt-” Freak starts. He finishes for her though.

“A hundred and two.” He says with a smile.

The elderly couple look at him with their jaws dropped, then turn to each other and start laughing. The old man wipes under his eyes, pulling his own glasses off, beginning to clean them.

“You’re quick witted, son, I’ll give ‘ya that!” Says the old man.

As the older couple walks off, he pats SB on the back. They laugh their way into the tchotchke aisle.

SB and Freak smile at the two of them as they walk out of sight. Freak turns to him, slapping him on the shoulder.

“Are you fucking crazy?” She asks in a hushed voice.

“They thought it was funny.” He shrugs.

She rolls her eyes as she pushes her cart into the mens denim section.

“Not funny. Don't do that again,” She disciplines. “What’s your waist size, by the way?”

He makes a face, looking at different pairs of pants on the rack.

“I don’t know woman, that ain’t my job,” He states, leaning into her ear. “And I’m not a queer either.”

She turns to him, glaring.

“You’re telling me you've never bought your own clothes?”

“Never been my job.” He states plainly.

She sighs, looking him up and down. He’s muscular, thick, manly. All things she can indeed admire, but tries not to for the sake of a professional partnership. She swallows those thoughts down before they can resurface again.

“You’re probably a 38 or 40.” She states, her mouth going dry, grabbing a couple pairs of jeans.

He nods, whatever the fuck that means.

They stay in the store a little while longer. He trails behind as he watches her pick up certain garments, and hold them up to his face. She never asks him for his opinion. He doesn’t care to give one anyway. Hell, what does he know about fashion? He was only thirty years out of date. She was much more tolerable when she wasn’t talking. Although he didn’t mind her being so headstrong. Different for a woman, indeed. Attractive? Most definitely.

He was a lot more outgoing back in the day. More willing to have conversations with people he didn’t know. He knew what things were hip, and what to say to people as they passed him by on the street. But everything has changed now. You don’t smile at anyone as they walk past you. Apparently everything he says is far past expired, and comically vintage. Like a carton of sour milk. He's offensive, generally vile, and disrespectful to women, cripples, nutjobs, and other races besides his own. Yet, everything he does now was a social norm at some point. It was praised. It was normal. He was normal.

He follows her up to the cash register like a lost puppy. The person checking them out has downs. They really hire anyone these days, huh? He thinks to himself, rolling his eyes. It nauseates him to see. The woman at the other register has to be over a hundred. She moves like thick tar, and shakes like a withdrawing alcoholic. What has the world come to?

The two of them walk out to her shitty car. He offers to put everything in the trunk for her. She agrees, bringing the cart back over to the front of the store. So much for chivalry being dead, huh? They drive off without a word. She can tell he’s hungry, she's heard his stomach growling for over an hour. She stops to get him a cheeseburger, and suggests they run by the liquor store so she doesn't have to go back out later.

She runs inside, walking back out with a twenty-five dollar bottle of jack, and a carton of marlboro reds. He remembers when whiskey was seven dollars even. The world has gone to shit.

When the two of them finally arrive back home after a long day, the sun is just beginning to set on the horizon. She begins to unload the car, as he leans against it, lighting a cigarette. Before heading to the liquor store earlier they swung by the Dollar General for some groceries. She waltzes back and forth from the car, and back up to the house, stocking the cupboards more and more with each trip.

In the distance, Ama walks towards their trailer, an elderly man by her side. He assumes they are here to greet the whackjob. He yells for her.

“Hey Virginia Woolf, looks like you got a visitor.”

She rolls her eyes.

“Tell them I’ll be out in a second.” She calls back, a hint of exhaustion in her voice.

Her eyes grow tired and heavy as she puts everything away. She feels like her arms weigh a ton each. Sleep is always something she has needed to exist as a normal person. Although “normal” she's sure he'd disagree with. Virginia Woolf, she thinks. This guy must really think I’m nuts.

“Ben!” Ama calls.

He turns around, puffing on his cigarette. He smiles at the two of them, reaching his hand out for a shake. The elderly man looks much older than Ben physically. He meets his hand firmly. The old man takes SB in for a second, looking him up and down curiously.

“Nice to meet you, Sir. Thanks again for letting us stay on your land.”

The older man's eyes widen, holding his finger up to the sky as if he's gotten an idea.

“That’s it,” He beams. “Have you ever been told you look like Soldier Boy?”

A shatter comes from within the trailer. She had been eavesdropping on the conversation as she always does. So much for that new plate. She begins to pick up the mess quickly. Making sure to get all the glass pieces off the floor and into the trash can. Then she makes her way outside.

“Gee, I used to beg my parents for his action figures back in the day. Of course, we were never allowed to have them.” He continues.

Ben stammers on his words for a moment, trying to find the right way to de-escalate this situation. But she swoops in like his knight in shining armor.

“Goodness, I haven't seen you since I was what, sixteen?” She runs up to him, wrapping him in a big hug.

She and the elderly man walk off into the distance, going to sit on the rickety front porch swing attached to the roof of their trailer.

Ben takes a big sigh of relief, going back in on his cigarette. He walks back over to the car, resting against it, and watching as the two of them catch up with each other.

Behind him, Ama slips out her phone. She pulls up google, then proceeds to type in “Soldier Boy”. It’s pure curiosity. She’s just wondering if they really do look alike, or if she has to worry about Eduda's dementia. As she scrolls down the image search, she intakes a deep breath, accidentally dropping her phone on the ground. She feels sick as she squats down to pick it back up. He's the spitting image.

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My Savior || Wayne McCullough

A/N: Just some teenage girl trying to write the story inside her head, hope u like it.

Pairing: Wayne McCullough x oc

Warnings: rape, intention of rape, harassment, blood mention, bullying, language (a little strong)

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I've always like to watch him by far, he just seems different from the rest (and oh boy, he is).

The first time I saw him I was in 7th grade. I was just one more girl of the many others that her tities just had started to show and my period started to visit me. I remember that day clearly, I was sitting at the hallway with my bestfriend at the time, eating infront of our lockers when I saw him.

"Am telling ya girl, the answer of number 5 was c." I said trying to reason with her about the science test answers "I told you that if u needed help to study, I could help ya." I smile at her and move my arm upward to touch her shoulder

"Yeah, yeah, I know...are you sure it was not D?" she said frowning her eyebrows once more. We stayed in silence for a sec before bursting into laughter and tears

Little by little our laughs started to fade, allowing ears to hear the background and aswell some loud voices, it sounded like an argument but by the hears of it a fight was going to start soon. "What you think is happening over there?" Cassie murmured, I stared at the end of the hallway where apparently was were the voices were coming from.

"I don't know..." my lips formed a thin line while I was thinking about what could have been happening in there, "You wanna, you know, go and see?" I looked back at my friend

"Freak yeah" she laughed grabbing my hand and running down the hallway to see the soon to be fight.

Once we got there, there was a mass of students surrounding what appeared to be the ones who where arguing. "Ugh, I can't see, I hate been so small." I said, "Hey, that smallness is beautiful and you know you can use that in your own benefit" Cassia said and winked at me.

"I mean, yeah but I can't-" my word stopped at the moment I heard a want sounded and I believe to be a punch in the face. "You saw that!?" Cassie said, "That was freaking awesome, please tell me you saw it!" "Um, nah Cassie, I cant see a crap" i said while trying to find a whole where to see through.

It was only a matter of seconds until more punches were heard. I started pushing people more frantically, I wanted to see what was happening. When I get pass a few amount of studens I almost slipped, looked sown to see what was it and it was stains of blood, only a few but still.

"Oh gosh, disgusting." When I look up only a few students are still in the cafeteria and a guy wearing a grey hoddie was just there, staring at the bloodie face of another guy. I stared back at the hoddie guy and noticed a little hammer in his hand, and the words just came out of my mouth without even noticing, "Why the hammer? Want to be a constructed or something?" He just stared at me and pass by me without saying a word and keeping a neutral face.

"Who the hell was that crazy ass weirdo?" I hear Cassie's voice behind me. "I don't know" I responded, "But I will know...one day."

"Ok,ok, am not going to get in between your little search thingi but am sure he is not good news." Cassie said, "You saw what he did, and he has a FREAKING hammer, y/n! Covered in blood y/n!" She grabbed my shoulders from behind, "I think we all understood the message, stay the fuck away from him, honey."

And I just smiled.

Months later I learned his name. Wayne, Wayne McCullough. Fits the ring if you ask me. Everyone was speaking about how violent, crazy and wierdo he was, about how he was going to show up at your house to beat the hell put of you.

I just observed him by far, well, I like to think that I noticed him. I noticed how he usually beats up those who are some assholes jerks that have only one brain cell as much. Noticed that he is not much of a talker and a shy boy. Noticed how he makes his lips thin when he gets lost in thoughts. How he closes his fist when he is about to do something. His strangely high pain tolerance. His pale skin and dark hair appeared to me to be very llamative and aswell his strength. He was and is skinny but somehow has a great strength, maybe do to the unincredible amounts of fights he gets in. Experience makes the master is what the say...right?

Years went by, we entered to highschool and the nervousness along with the fast beating, sweating and butterflies were still there every time i either tought about him or saw him walking around.

Cassie stayed with me for a while until she decided to join the group of nasty ass bitches with no brain cells who believed no one was better than them. While I...well, I stayed small for a big part I guess, always with good grades, teachers love me and try to be nice with every one I guess.

Everything was going great until Cassie along with some guys recorded me somehow while being drunk and them trying to overpass the boundaries, and let me tell ya.. that was just the start.

The had videos of me at the school bathroom, pictures of my underwear under my skirts and dresses, them trying to touch me. I had to learn to defend myself, stopped using skirts, dresses, shorts even do I loved wearing the. Replace my shoes with tennis and always had hair ties.

"Y/n, wake up! You're going to be late for school, don't think ama wait for you!" I mom yelled.

"Yes, mom! Dont worry, am up!" I run down the stairs with my backpack, went to the kitchen, grabbed an apple and went straight to the car.

"Oh for God sake, y/n" she said went she looked at me and noticed my new hair style.

"What? You don't like it? I just cut it a little." I satered at her innocently

"Your father is not gonna like it and you know it." She said and the stress lines appeared in her forehead, "You know this is his weekend and-"

She couldn't finish her sentence because I started taking, "Am not going to that dickheads house, mother." I said strainly, "Don't want to see his and face of that bitch he cheated you with..." i lowly said but loud enough to hear.

"I know, honey but you have to and besides you get to see your brother!" She patted my thigh, "Haven't seen him in a while right?" She said with a sad tone

"You should be the one seeing him...not me." I stared outside the window, there were just some trees and houses and garbage.

Mom and dad divorced a while back, he cheated on her. The house was a mess that day, screams and broken glass everywhere. Sammy was lucky, he was at grandma's but I was home...listening to every single word. That was also the first time a sneaked out and the first time I sort-of spoke to Wayne.

"What are you doing here?" I heard someone said behind me, I looked and it was fucking Wayne

"Just trying to have some quietness i guess..." I stared at my fingers and started playing with them because of my nervousness, "...What are you doing here?" I asked softly

And he stayed silent...the whole time after that. Either way, his company was nice and the side profile, ufff, amazing.

"Ok, we are here." I stared at the building for a sec before giving my mother a kiss in her cheek and entered to the building.

"Hey y/n! Nice ass!" That was the jerk of all jerks, Jonathan.

I turned around and stared at him, "Oh yeah?" He nodded, "Want to see me shop of your dick?" Changed my tone while saying that into a lower and more serious tone. He just stared at me with sealed lips and left.

I continued walking to my locker and I come to see tgat my freaking lock is broken, I search in all the spaces but nothing is missing.

"Come on! They had just changed me of locker!" I silently yelled. Started grabbing my books for the next few classes when I felt a hand in my shoulder, by instinct I grabbed the wrist, pushed the person against the locker and added pressure in the throat with my other arm.

"Hey y/n" Orlando smiled, "New move?" I chuckled and removed my arm, now, standing face to face I respond

"You know you shouldn't do that Orlando bunny." I laugh st the nickname I gave him a few time ago. Orlando was one of the few FEW people who talked to me, well, he talked to everyone but still.

"I know... I just forgot I guess man." He looked down, "Y/n...have your tities grown bigger?" His face looked confused.

I slapped his head and punched his shoulder, "Could you please stop looking and thinking 'bout tities when am around you?"

"I mean, yeah sure...and sorry about your lock." He points the locker, "Wayne thought it was still his but since-" I cut him off before he could continue

"Wayne?" I asked confused

"Yeah, Is tha-" i cut him off again

"Why did he tho?" I murmured staring at my lock in hand.

"It used to be his locker but oh well...he missed school for 3 weeks and yeah." He grabs his backpacks laces after explaining.

"Oh...ok, is he still here tho?" I looked at Orlando

"I guess..." he was about to say pther thing when the bell ring and we started to go toour classes, "See you later gorgeous!" He yells from the corner of the hallway.

I stayed there...just staring at my lock for a while, then order my things fast and left to class. What I didn't know was that someone was watching at me.

Three days later, i was walking back home and i heard s car going at full speed and nasty comments were started to be listend. I kept walking trying tk pretend they didn't exist when the car is suddenly over the sideway and infront of me.

"YOU COULD HAVE KILLED ME ASSHOLES!!" I yelled.

"But...you are bot dead right, bitch?" Jonathan said getting out of the car. There were five, 2 guys and 3 girls. "Don't prefer to suck my dick and be my slut, promise I'll pay a good amount." He said infront of me,

"She is already a slut baby." Veronica said

"I bet she has sleeped with half school, wouldn't surprise me if you haven been org*e or something." You know, comments are comments, you are the one who decide what hurt you and whats does not, but being Cassie the one who said that...broke my freaking heart.

I couldn't stand it anymore, wanted to leave the place so i came up with a plan very fast. I walked closer to Jonathan trying to be the most seductive I could, touched his chest, abs and got closer to his ear and said, "You are going to regret everything" Punched him with all my strenght in this genitiles, stomp on his feet, punched his nose and ran the faster I could out of there.

"You bitch!" I heard from far but i continued running, I couldn't stop, i was scared, didn't know what could happen if the get me. I could hear the car engines behind me, but i didn't stop.

I was close a bridge, ran underneath it, passed some houses but i could still hear the voices and car. My legs hurt, i needed to catch my breath, i could hear my heart beat, my body felt on fire. When I less expected am suddenly trapped, there were some abandoned buildings and warehouses but no way to get put of there. This was it, my end.

"Couldn't escape from me you nasty little bitch!?" I heard his voice, i was never one to pray but believe when i say i begged to God to save me. "You ain't going anywhere...bitch" he was behind me, I could sense it.

My hair was pulled, he pulls me by my hair to his car and i notice that it's just him and another guy. Am not getting out of here.

"We are going to have so much fun!" He licks my cheek and i try to kick him wherever.

"HELP!" I yelled, "SOMEBODY PLEASE, HELP!" my voice sounded horrific, like if i hadn't drank a single drop of water in ages, "please" y murmure my last pledge before he finally puts me over the capo of his car.

"No one's gonna help you, you slut." He says, the other guy was just watching and standing still, doing nothing.

I gave up, didn't even notice I was crying until I tasted the salt in my lips. I felt him over me, unbucking my pants and then...i didnt felt his weight anymore, instead, i heard a cry of pain, and then another cry, and another and another.

I lifted my head and there he was, grey hoddie and little hammer in hand...my savior. I smiled.

My smile just grew bigger and bigger every second I saw that boy swing that motherfucker hammer, every second that Jonathan's blood was spilled. I lool around in search pf the pther guy scared that he might try to grab but I get calm when i see him unconscious on the floor.

A few minuts later th cries stop and i look up, Jonathan was missing 3 teeths and face covered with blood, i think he could even have a brocken rib or something.

Am sitting on top of the car's capo when a feel a slight, fragile touch.

"You ok?" Wayne askes pulling a string of my hair behind my ear.

"...now I am." I smile to him and he returns a little small tiny one with a grin. I was about to say something else when he suddenly speaks

"Want to be my girlfriend or whatever?" He says looking exhausted, I chuckle

"Try a little harder and I might be." I say soflty with a small thin smile and he avoids my eyes but I still get to notice a small blush.

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Hey! So, yeah. This is my first ever published thing. Hope you enjoyed it and if you want a part two or to keep writing, am open to any suggestion! Am not very good with the warnings section so if you could help me with it, i would totally apreciate that!

Thank you for reading,

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Late Late with Harry Styles

A/N: Hello! I have been inactive for a while. I think I am going to split this into two parts depending on what I want to write. Hope you like this chapter. I used Olivia Rodrigo’s deja vu lyrics in this chapter. I am almost at the end of the first album, which means the Shawn Mendes chapter is coming to a close for a while. I think it is time for her to focus on the relationship with Sebastian and the trauma with Tristan.

Hello again! It has been a while, and I hope you missed me. I know I missed every one of my readers.

So much has happened that I need to catch everyone up. In October, (Y/n) comes out with her new boyfriend, Sebastian Stan. There has been controversy due to their age difference, but who cares? I mean, if in her position, I would date him too. He is hot for his age and acted in Marvel movies. He has amazing eyes and hair that I want to know if soft.

No Shawn. And I mean at all. When asked, he did not comment and moved on to the next question. Harsh. Is there trouble in paradise between the two friends? If so, when did this start? I have a theory but must wait till next time; loves.

Then in November, Shawn Mendes and girlfriend Camila Cabello sang Senorita at the AMA's, where (Y/n) would perform as well. During the couple's performance, the camera was on (Y/n) face, which seemed a little grim. It is a good thing her man was next to her, dancing along to the beat. I wish I had someone.

She would perform, and Shawn was under the magnifying glass next. A lot is written across his face, and we can't wait to dig deeper into next time. (Y/n)'s performance consists of her songs that were already released and added her new single, Starving. Wonder who the muse is?

(Y/n) has a lot of projects coming up that will lead to her being busy. What to expect? She will appear in a Netflix original series, The Umbrella Academy, season two; not much is known about her character. She is also resuming her role in Stranger Things. However, we do know she is not in this season of American Horror Story. Hopefully, next season if she has the time. Also, she was in The Devil All the Time. Starring with Tom Holand, Robert Patterson, and current boo, Sebastian Stan (rumor where they met). She also hinted at a full album realize in the coming days.

I am excited and can not wait! I hope the album comes out before Christmas. There are rumors the album will be about Sebastian, while there are rumors it is about her dearest friend, Shawn Mendes. Wonder what Shawn will think about the album. Get it? Oh, well, Shawn Mendes is also dropping his album soon called Wonder. So much is happening in December, and I am ready for it. I do have questions on what (Y/N) will do for Christmas? She has not been close to her family or Shawn. Will this be the first Christmas for Sebastian and (Y/N) to celebrate as a couple?

Time will tell. XOXO Dawnn S.

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It was December now. Shawn was becoming more intimate with Camila and becoming open about the relationship. He seemed happy. Was he? A part of him was okay, but there was a part of him sad. He still hasn't contacted his best friend (Y/N). He never went five days without any contact, and this is something new that he did not like. He always told her everything because of their strong bond, but he ruined things.

She has been busy writing and producing new music. Shawn knew because he would get recommendations to watch new videos of her songs on YouTube. Shawn wanted to deny that he did not listen to every song, trying to decode any messages. He would deny that he spent countless sleepless nights watching her videos, trying to see if she was affected by their loss as he felt. She also was a part of numerous movies and TV shows that haunted Shawn. He would make sure to go to the theaters alone, without being seen to get a glimpse of her.

Shawn forgot how busy she likes to keep herself. She would starve herself due to not having time, but he would always bring her food. Shawn would take her out for her to have fun and relax. Shawn could see how much she was working due to the various works and the album she is about to release. Her mind was always thinking whether an idea for a song or a Christmas gift for someone. Shawn fiddles with his phone, debating on if he should call her.

"Hello?" Her voice said, having a calming effect on Shawn. He felt this made him stronger to speak up. He realizes he wanted to reach out before he lost the courage.

"(Nickname)?" He asked, hesitantly, thinking she would hang upon him. He silently prayed she would talk to him and not hang up.

"Shawny, good to hear from you. " She admitted, glancing at her boyfriend, smiling brightly at him. Sebastian shoots her a look, curious about the fact she answered. Sebastian smirks, moving closer to her, placing a hand on her knee.

"How have you been?" He asked, really enjoying hearing her voice. He missed smelling the scent of pumpkin spice and cinnamon when he hugged her.

" I've been well...you?" (Y/N) asked, raising an eyebrow at her boyfriend, knowing he is up to something. She is trying to pay attention to the phone call, trying to hide how much she missed hearing Shawn's voice.

" G-good," he stuttered out, blushing at how lame he must have sounded. Shawn felt like an idiot. He should be apologizing to her, but all he could say is," I miss you," breathless, waiting for her response.

Silence.

He started to panic, thinking he made a mistake in telling her. He starts to run a hand through his hair. Shawn bites his lower lip nervously as his eyes shift around the room. Silently, he was glad that he was alone and did not have to worry about being embarrassed in front of his friends.

" I miss you too, Shawny," she finally replied, hating how weak she gave in to her feelings. Her boyfriend moves his hand higher up her thigh, fingers moving closer to her panties. She closes her eyes, knowing she should stop Sebastian, but loved how crazy he makes her; yearning for him to touch her, she spreads her legs. She silently thanked that she picked a skirt to wear as she bites back a moan when he teases her with his finger.

There is so much she has to tell Shawn. Tell him how much she loves him. How much he broke her heart when she found out he was dating Camila Cabello. However, nothing comes out as she lets out a soft gasp, watching Sebastian getting on his knees, pulling down her panties. She could only watch the smirk on his face as he lifts her skirt, seeing how wet she became from his touch.

" I would like that very much," Shawn replied happily, not having a clue about what is happening on the other side. Shawn felt like he was on his way to get his best friend back. Shawn couldn't believe how simple it was for him to talk to her. Yeah, he still had feelings for her, but that didn't matter. He was with Camila, and that is who he loves.

(Y/N)'s eyes shut as she tilts her head back, enjoying the sensation of Sebastian's tongue not being able to hide her moans anymore; she says a rush goodbye to Shawn, a promise to call him another time before hanging up. Quickly, she pushes Sebastian off her, grabbing his arm and leading him to the bedroom.

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(Y/N) lets out a snicker, reading the text messages between Sebastian and her. He loved to tease her about her crush on Harry Styles and the fact she told him if she had the chance, she would get with Harry. Sebastian was surprised to find out he was not her celeb crush, but he did become close. She did not count Shawn as a celeb crush because he liked him before he got famous. She thought he was the one for her, and they would get married when they were 20. However, things did not turn out as planned, and she is `moving on. Currently, she is in the blue room, watching from the screen as it plays the show.

"Hi, mate. I am just by your place, and I was wondering if you could help me get to work," Harry says on the phone, "great, thanks." Hanging up the phone, James appears, smiling and saying, "hey."

Harry starts to drive as the two converse with each other. "How are you feeling about hosting?"

"It will be fine," Harry said, smiling as he nods his head. He then asks for advice, listening to every single word James says, finding it amusing. After faking laughing practice and clothing advice, Harry turns on the radio. Watermelon Sugar comes on, they both begin to sing to the song, jamming out as drive.

Harry's phone begins to ring, which makes them stop for a moment. Harry picks up the phone, "ello?" James shoots a confused look at Harry, wondering who is on the phone. "Yeah, I am close near you. I would not mind, yes. No worries, love," Harry said before hanging up. He turns to James, "I need to make a quick stop."

The next thing James can see is (Y/N) outside, with multiple shopping bags, smiling apologetically. "No way!" James exclaimed, not having to know the two had this planned for the segment. The two men get out of the car, grabbing some of the bags and placing them in the trunk.

"Sorry about this. I was Christmas shopping, but my car broke down. I did not need my manager to know I left the studio to shop. I also knew Harry was going to the studio soon, and it was fate that he was close."

The three make their way into the car as the car drives off towards the studio. "I thought you were busy?" James said in a questioning tone, not understanding what is going on.

" I was, but I knew I just had to appear. I just made sure to finish getting everything ready for the album to drop in a couple of days."

Harry looks in the review mirror, meeting (Y/N)'s eyes, "should we listen to music?" Laughing, (Y/N) nods her head, watching Harry turns on the radio once again, the sound of Starving. The three sing-alongs, jamming to the song before there is a new song that comes on. James and Harry stay silent, not knowing the words to the song. (Y/N) smiles, hearing her newest song that dropped out a few hours ago.

Car rides to Malibu Strawberry ice cream, one spoon for two And trading jackets Laughing 'bout how small it looks on you (Ah-ha-ha-ha) Watching reruns of Glee Bein’ annoying, singing in harmony I bet she's braggin' to all her friends, saying you’re so unique (Hm)

(Y/n) sings, stoping to let the pre-chorus play, feeling proud she is almost done with her album. She can move on to the next chapter of her life soon and begin to forget about Shawn.

So when you gonna tell her that we did that too? She thinks it's special, but it's all re-used That was our place, I found it first I made the jokes you tell to her when she's with you

(Y/N) resumes singing, feeling she is giving a major hint on who the album is about. She initially did not want to drop the song because of the hints of heartbreak and the concept of him moving on. There are already people trying to connect each song to her friendship with Shawn.

Do you get déjà vu when she's with you? Do you get déjà vu, hmm? (Ha) Do you get déjà vu, huh?

Do you call her, almost say my name? 'Cause let's be honest, we kinda do sound the same Another actress I hate to think that I was just your type And I bet that she knows Billy Joel 'Cause you played her "Uptown Girl" You’re singing it together Now I bet you even tell her how you love her In between the chorus and the verse

(Y/N) stops, as she only wanted to perform a snippet of the new song. James raises his hands, not believing what happened. "Is that a new song of yours?" He asked, turning to look at (Y/N), not stopping from smiling. (Y/N) nods, a flush on her cheeks as she ducks down a little. "Yes, I want people to hear more of my new songs. My album is dropping tomorrow, and it seems like a good time. I need to move on with my life, and releasing my music is the change I need." The next thing the three know is that they arrived at the studio.

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What I Thought About "Keeping Up A-Fear-Ances" from The Owl House

Salutations, random people on the internet who most likely won’t read this! I am an Ordinary Schmuck. I write stories and reviews and draw comics and cartoons!

When Dana Terrace did her AMA on Reddit, a fan asked what we could expect for the new season. To which she replied by listing five things:

Parental conflict

A lot of emotions

Island exploration

New characters

...There's a fifth thing in there. You just got to look closely.

Now, when Dana mentioned parental conflict, dozens of fans assumed she was talking about Alador and Odalia, which, I mean...valid. They were the only two parental figures who presented any real conflict, and the idea of Camila being involved seemed implausible due to Luz being cut off from the human world. But no matter how you perceived that line, one thing’s for sure: No one expected Eda and Lilith's mother to be a source of conflict!

Yup. Today we met the woman who created two of the (former) greatest witches in all of the Isles. Was her introduction welcomed? Or did she give the Blights a run for their money for the "Worst Parent(s) of the Year" award? Only spoilers can answer those questions, so keep that in mind as we go in-depth with "Keeping Up A-Fear-Ances."

Let's review, shall we!

WHAT I LIKED

The Flashback: Already, this episode comes out swinging by giving us so much information! We get an explanation of what Eda goes through when cursed (which is horrifying), the reasoning behind her gem, the revelation that Eda ran away from home, and the reveal of how she got the portal door. The best part is, none of it feels rushed or forced. Eda's curse and the portal are integral threads to this story, both in this episode and in future ones. Tying them together sets up Gwendolyn's determination to cure her daughter while showing Eda's determination to escape her mother by skipping town into another dimension. There's also a sense of mystery in how and why the portal was in their backyard. And judging by how we got all of this incredible information in episode FOUR of the new season, something tells me we'll get answers to those questions sooner than we might think. This was such a strong opening to the episode. Despite giving so much information, it makes fans like me want even more. Which is an A+ in my book.

Gwendolyn: Yeah, might as well step out the gate in saying that I like Gwen...but I can already see how others won't. Immediately, she sets herself up as a mother who would do anything and everything to cure her daughter. That aspect of her character is perfect, and it quickly won points from me in terms of liking her. It's just that Gwendolyn's disregard of what Eda wants and the complete dismissal of Lilith are aspects of Gwen that are certainly going to rub some people the wrong way. Especially if those kids come from households where their parents are a lot like Gwendolyn. I was in the same boat of hating her too for a while, but thankfully, the last act saved her.

First, there's that scene where Gwendolyn threatened the lives of the demons for not only screwing her over but making things worse for Eda. It's one of those "Hell hath no fury like a mother scorned" moments that I always love to see.

Then there's the fact that Gwendolyn learns her lesson and, more importantly, apologizes. Not many actual abusive mothers would do that (Looking at you, Odalia), so it's nice to see that she makes an effort to make amends. Oh, and by the way, since I mentioned it, don't go around calling Gwendolyn abusive. She isn't. Or, at least, not to my eyes. If anything, she's a lot like Sara Fitzgerald from My Sister's Keeper (The book. Not the movie. The movie sucked).

In that story, Sara makes controversial choices that result in her youngest daughter Anna getting the short end of the stick due to putting all attention towards her eldest Kate. But here's the thing: KATE HAS CANCER! So while Sara's choices are beyond questionable, you can understand her point. And if you don't, well, I'd see how you would react when in her shoes. Trust me when I say that situations like this aren't always cut and dry. It's the same with Gwendolyn. She's far from "Mom of the year," but you understand where she's coming from. She wants to do what she can to help Eda, even if her methods could have been better. But that's just how I feel, and I can't speak for everyone who dealt with mothers far worse than her. If you refuse to forgive her, I'll understand. But to me, I consider Gwendolyn a worthy addition to the series.

(Plus, she just radiates Grandma energy when interacting with Luz. It's cute, and therefore I must love it!)

Luz: This season is on FIRE when presenting Luz!

I adore that the first thing we see her doing in this episode is sleeping after, most likely, another all-nighter to find a new portal. It proves that she has a determination made of iron and an intense dedication to getting back to Camila. In fact, it's that dedication that works as a perfect way to build a connection between Luz and Gwendolyn. They both want to reconnect with their families and are willing to do whatever it takes to do so.

Regardless, despite so desperately wanting to see Camila again, I'm glad that Luz still has common sense when it comes to helping Eda. She quickly sees that Gwen's cures are doing more harm than good, and it's great that Luz is the one to call malarky on the whole thing. No one had to spell things out for her because she's smart enough to notice that everything Professor Warlop is marketing feels a lot more like the fake medicine real people sell in the human world. It's a testament that despite having a big heart and the best intentions, Luz still has the intelligence to know when something is up and put a stop to it. And, again, let's hope that more people pick up on that.

Lilith: ...who would have expected Lilith of all characters to have most of the emotional moments in this episode?! I sure didn't!

But...Yeah. Lilith is the best thing in "Keeping Up A-Fear-Ances." On top of her seeking Gwendolyn's approval being relatable for some viewers, it's also really heartbreaking. I mean, listen to the shocked and hurt tone in her voice after finding out Gwen visited Eda regularly. That alone should give away how much Gwendolyn is important to Lilith and says so much about how strained their relationship became after the curse. Then there's that scene where she just breaks down, feeling both scared and torn apart by the fact that she experienced the curse in its full form and could do nothing to stop herself. It...stung. That's the best way to describe it. It stung seeing a character who is (mostly) cool and collective to become so vulnerable and broken. And, you know what? It's because of this that Lilith has won me over. I still don't think she should have been as forgiven as quickly as she was, but after learning what Lilith went through and what she's currently going through, I'm more than willing to be ok with her. And--I can't believe I'm saying this--I'm going to miss her being a part of the Owl House. She earned her place, in my opinion, creating entertaining dynamics with everyone. Sure, she'll make appearances every now and again, but I wouldn't mind a few more episodes with her being with the main group. But I'm positive the writers will have plans for her in the future and seeing how well she was written in this, I can't wait to see what they do next.

King Hoping to see his Dad Again: This was just a cute tidbit that ties nicely into last week's episode. Bonus points for that scene where King and Lilith get drunk off of Night Market ice cream. It got a good chuckle out of me, especially when Hooty was the one who ended up being the voice of reason.

Cursed Lilith: ...How does she look worse and more terrifying than Eda?

How Beast Keeping Magic Works: Not much I can say about this. It's neat to be given a visual explanation of how Beast Keeping magic works and how it's more than just controlling animals. Judging by the roof shingles, it can also be making objects more animal-like. It's pretty cool, and I hope to see more of how the rest of the magic from the prominent covens work.

Luz wasn’t the only human: To tell you the truth, this doesn't surprise me. Eda did say that every myth humans have is a bit of the Boiling Isles leaking into the human world, so why can't the opposite be true? However, the reveal of there being a famous human around many years ago presents many more questions, and possible theories, that deserve to be discussed in a future post. For now, I'll just say that it's awesome how this reveal perfectly transitions us to next week's episode, "Through the Looking Glass Ruins." We already know Luz is going to the library. But, seeing how Gus is going to be a prominent character in that episode as well, he probably wanted to tag along with Luz to study about the first human in the Boiling Isles. Only to then get sidetracked by some cool kids from Glandis. It's in the realm of possibility, thus proving how more serialized this season compared to Season One while still being somewhat episodic. Because even if "Keeping Up A-Fear-Ances" presents a lot for the overall story, it's still its own tale about family relationships and knowing how to truly be there for the people you love. Resulting in a necessary and cute episode that ends on a wholesome note without any major surprises like--

Creepy Clone Luz: ...

...Dana Terrace, you lying--YOU SAID CREEPY LUZ WAS A FARCE! IN THE SAME AMA, TOO! CURSE YOU! CURSE YOU AND YOUR SNAKE TONGUE, GOSH DANGIT!

...Alright, now that I got my overreaction out of the way, this was an amazingly well-written surprise!

Tricking fans into thinking that Camila is crying over the realization that Luz is gone, only to then reveal this...thing, is the best shock to the system that this series has done so far. Even better, it results in all the right questions:

Who is it?

What is it?

Where did it come from?

When did it get there?

How did it get there?

How does it know about Camila?

And why? Just, why?

To me, a series that presents all of these questions, and makes me excited for whatever answers are given, is a series that's doing something right. Because if I'm still reeling over something that lasts for a second, despite seeing the episode hours ago, that is a testament to how good a surprise really is.

WHAT I DISLIKED

Trust me, I want to give this episode the A+ just for that ending alone. But, there are some issues I have that are worth discussing.

Eda’s Outfit Change: I know. It's the nitpickiest of all nitpicks I could present. Particularly because Eda doesn't even look bad (although that's no surprise). The issue is that it feels weird that Eda's having this permanent outfit change in the fourth episode of Season Two. Or, to me it is, at least. Because I think that if you're going to give a small yet constant change to the look of a character, it should be done right away. Like, in the first episode of a new season. I highly doubt fans would question why Eda is wearing different clothes by then, so it wouldn't be too bad if the first time we see her, she’s sporting a new outfit. Again, this is just me, and I have no problems with the outfit itself. It just seems odd they would do this later rather than sooner.

Screwing with Eda: I...did not like this. At all. It was funny at first to see Luz and Gwendolyn lure Eda with Apple Blood like how Wile E. Coyote would bait the Road Runner with birdseed, but it quickly took a turn. Because I don't want to see Eda meet inconvenience after inconvenience from her mother and surrogate daughter. I like Eda, and seeing her happy makes me happy. If I wanted to laugh at a character's suffering, I would have picked Boscha, Mattholomule, Alador, and/or Odalia. This? This was just unnecessary cruelness to a character who doesn't deserve it. And it takes up a good chunk of this episode, making me question whether or not this would be the stinker I was fearing. Fortunately, the ending increased my enjoyment by several notches, but that doesn't change how this was the low point of "Keeping Up A-Fear-Ances."

IN CONCLUSION

Despite the road being rocky in the middle, I still consider "Keeping Up A-Fear-Ances" to be another solid A episode. The first and last few minutes have some quality writing that adds more to the characters, ongoing plot, and mystery that the series is building up. It's one of those important episodes you can't skip when watching a series, but given how it's keeping the new season's impeccable track record, I fail to see how that's a problem.

(Although, I am scared. We haven't gotten a stinker yet, and I really don't want it to be next week's episode. It's a Gus episode with sweet Lumity content on the side! That cannot fail!)

#the owl house #the owl house season 2 #the owl house spoilers #the owl house reviews #luz noceda #gwendolyn clawthorne #lilith clawthorne #eda clawthorne #what i thought about #creepy luz

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xlovelybeanx · 4 years

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✭ Here’s a little short fic I came up with at 1:30 at night, because... why not? (Upon finishing this story it’s now 2:27 - I ate food and I finished this “short” story. It actually turned out pretty long. Sorry.. hehe.)

✭Art belongs to @.patpaige as you can see in their logo. This artwork is amazing (<3).

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Title: “Tamaki vs. ...Eri and Mirio?”

Ship: Miritama ft. Eri

Summary: Amajiki is no good with kids, Eri finds out what tickling is and Mirio is somehow a great teacher. ... could be worse.

Warning: Tickle fic. I think that’s all you need to be warned about. <3

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“Ama-chan?” Eri’s soft voice echoed throughout the room as she laid down on the floor, looking up at the ceiling with eyes filled with boredom. Her white hair sat on the floor nicely, being held up with two bright red sparkly bows that matched her red overalls quite nicely.

The elder looked over to the girl on the floor, an anxious look spread across his face - of course, that was his normal face but the fact that Mirio - his boyfriend - had left him in charge of taking care of the kids. ...it made his stomach upset with every thought. “..y-yes, Eri-chan?”

“...will you play with me?” she asked, now sitting up in a criss-cross position, the twinkle in her eyes shining as she looked at him. The blue haired hero’s eyes widened with fear as he shook his head. “...you know, M-Mirio is a lot better at these things...than I am. You should just wait for him,” he said, waving dismissively as he continued to ‘supervise’ her.

Eri pouted softly, standing up - she wasn’t all that tall, but it still amazed him how much she had grown since... that day. “Please..?” she begged, clasping her hands together.

Amajiki only shook his head. “...honey, y-you know I’m...bad at this. You’ll have more fun with Togata, anyways.”

“But I wanna play with you..!” Eri sat down right in front of him, grasping on to the hoodie of his hero costume. Her grip wasn’t strong but it wasn’t letting go any time soon. He might as well just let her be, he thought as he closed his eyes and tried to think of a way to please her.

All of that was cut off when little fingers missed his hoodie and accidentally danced over the nape of his neck. A gasp escaped his lips, almost knocking her over as he went to protect himself from the ... weird sensations.

“A-Ama-chan? D-Did I hurt you?” Eri’s pout had turned to a slight frown, her eyes wide with fear. Amajiki shook his head frantically, a blush creeping up on his face. Petting the top of her head softly, he replied, “no. Y-You didn’t hurt me. Could I call m-myself a hero... if you out of all people hurt me? ..I may not be as strong as Mirio, but I’m... still worth being a hero. It just... er..” the rest of the sentence was lost in a mumble.

“Ama-chan! You have to speak louder, or else I can’t hear you!”

“...y-you just tic...” there he was, incoherently mumbling the rest of the sentence to himself- he almost looked a lot like Deku at the moment but Eri couldn’t bring that up. A bright red blush was on his face, and it was starting to creep toward his ears.

“I think what he’s trying to say is that he’s ticklish, Eri-chan.”

Speak of the devil, the childish blonde had come back with the snacks already - and he had heard everything that they did. Amajiki couldn’t really function after hearing that word - it was like his whole body stopped working with him.

“...what’s ‘ticklish’?” Eri asked, fiddling with her hands.

“...you see, Eri-chan, our dear Ama-chan is very ticklish..”

Mirio went over to the side of the shy boy, watching him curl up in a ball - his heart melted at the sight of his lover. A bright red blushy face, small whimpers coming out of his mouth, hiding himself so that he couldn’t get to his most ticklish spots - what a cute boyfriend he was.

“...and ticklish.. is a feeling you get when someone tickles you. ...it makes them laugh.”

“..laugh? Does it make them happy?”

“Oh, yes,” Mirio teased. “Very happy.”

Eri’s eyes widened in surprise before getting a mischievous glint in them. “..h-how do I tickle..?” she asked, looking down at her hands and feet - the more she tried to find the answer, the more Mirio felt sad and relieved for her. She was finally getting childhood experiences. ...maybe one that’ll stick for a while..

“This is how you tickle, Eri,” the blonde said as he wiggled his fingers in place, watching Tamaki already start to squirm in place. The teasing was starting to get unbearable - the more and more they said that word, the more he got butterflies in his stomach. Eri copied his movements, seemingly still puzzled at what she was doing.

“That’s it! Good job. Now you just have to do it on him.” Mirio applauded her, immediately grabbing his foot and holding it in place. The anxious hero’s eyes widened as he struggled in place - Eri looked almost hesitant to do it.

“He’s... struggling,” Eri commented, worry filling her face.

“That’s what people do. See, tickling causes fight or flight responses - which means they either run away from it or take it like a man. In which case, he tends to run away from it. I’m not hurting him, I promise. And if I do, I’ll apologize straight away. Sound good?” He held out his pinky and she took it with a nod and a grin.

“Now, wiggle your fingers on his foot. Test it out,” he said, holding him very still with both of his arms. The white haired girl seemed very shy about it at first, not really sure if she was doing it right, but when she glided her fingers on the sole of his foot, the reaction they got was instantaneous.

“...h-hold.. o-on! Aaaah-! Ahahaha... w-wait, s-stop! P-please..!” Eri almost seemed shocked at the giggles that he was producing - then again, no one had really heard him laugh. A smile was all they got, and even that was rare for them. “See? They laugh.”

“M-Mihihiro.. p-please! Dohohon’t do thihihis..!” The soft giggles were still pouring out of his mouth, as he hid his face within his hands, clearly embarrassed out of his mind.

“S-So... Ama-Chan’s happy?” Eri asked, never letting up her soft but vicious attack of his foot.

“Mhmm, very happy.” Mirio commented, releasing one of his arms to wiggle his fingers at him. “But watch. I can make him happier. I’m gonna need to let go of him, so watch out, okay?” The little girl nodded as she backed up, watching her hero release his grip and sit on his waist instead. She tilted her head softly, still really new to this.

“Tickle tickle, Amajiki~,” Mirio whispered into his ear, delicately attacking his ribs one by one. His laughter seemed to increase by a little - it was full blown laughing and not just small little giggles. Eri gasped, a smile on her face. “...show the little girl you’re happy, baby,” he said, grabbing his arms and holding them above one hand.

Amajiki was just too pure for this world, Mirio concluded. Hair starting to get all messy from the squirming, a bright red face the color of a tomato, eyes pricked with tears due to him not being able to take so much. ...it was just all too much for him. It made his little heart flutter with joy.

“...so, if I tickle here,” she pointed to her own ribs and then proceeded to poke the side of Tamaki’s, “..I make him more happy?”

“That’s correct. He can’t take very much of this, however, so we need to switch. I know, here!” Mirio pointed to his sides, smirking softly.

“... t-tickle tickle, Ama-chan!” Eri cried out as both of her hands found their way to his sides, making him jolt in ticklish agony.

“Y-You.. guhuhuhys are sohohoho mehehean!!” Tamaki shook his head back and forth as he tried to free himself from his loving boyfriend’s tight grip. “..p-please stohohohop..!” By this point, the poor boy’s laughter had turned a little bit wheezy, in which was a sign to stop.

“Eri-chan, let’s give him a break, yeah? We can’t keep tickling him - but we can after he recovers.” Mirio stopped his attack, and Eri somehow surprisingly stopped hers too.

“...t-thank.. you,” Amajiki wheezed, covering his face with his arms.

“C’mere, baby,” Mirio said as he gave a small kiss on his forehead, leaning against him softly. Eri sat down on the blonde boy’s lap, gaining a hug from him. The blushy hero “reluctantly” leaned back into his boyfriend, closing his eyes softly.

A guy could get used to this..

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#my hero academia #MHA #anime tickling #anime #tickling #lee!tamaki #ler!mirio #ler!eri #tickling community

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arsnovacadenza · 4 years

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Jean x Napoleon fanfic - if you hate the sunlight, come meet me in the dark

Pairing: Napoleon Bonaparte x Jean d'Arc from Ikemen Vampire, MxM

Word count: 1602 (!!)

Rating : T (mentions of sex without actual smut)

Prompt: Morning after, Friends with benefits, Fluff,

A follow-up piece from this fic

Jean woke up to strong arms wrapping around his waist. Sunlight was already pouring in through above, illuminating the otherwise dull bedroom.

He stared at the wall across the bed as he listened to Napoleon's soft snores.

Why is he still here?

They had an unspoken agreement that Napoleon would slip out of bed before dawn and back to his room (to sleep some more, Jean presumed). Whether or not Napoleon was aware that Jean had been awake during those times, it never mattered. There was no room for goodbyes nor lingering gazes.

Even a final, chaste kiss was a luxury both could not afford.

With Napoleon out cold, Jean couldn't help but lean back into the warmth of his chest. The jacket that Napoleon wore sometimes tricked Jean into thinking that his shoulders weren't any broader than his. Oh, how wrong he was.

Any woman would readily fall into his embrace and stay caged there. Jean was no woman, but there was a tiny bit of satisfaction knowing that he had momentarily stolen the chance away from those ladies.

Before Napoleon decides to start his new life properly with a girl, that is.

Jean nearly followed that train of thought until Napoleon stirred and pulled him tighter against him. The man pressed his lips softly on Jean's shoulder.

Enough already.

Jean rolled on his back, narrowly avoiding bumping into Napoleon's forehead. He pressed his fingers lightly on the waking man's chest and urged him to give some space. Seeing that Napoleon refused to make a move, Jean cleared his (very sore) throat and boldly looked at Napoleon.

"Shouldn't you be back in your room already?"

Napoleon parried the question away with a well-timed finger on Jean's lips. "Quiet," he grumbled. "Imma just sleep some more, anyway."

Bewildered, Jean watched as the man rolled away from him, taking the blankets along and leaving Jean exposed to the cold morning air. The gall! Jean was ready to wrestle the former emperor awake if he had to.

"Why not just sleep in your room?" Jean hissed, "What if they panic?"

"Don't care. 's still time to sleep until breakfast," Napoleon grumbled, refusing to budge even as Jean tugged at the blankets.

"They're going to look all over the place."

"Let them look, then," Napoleon blindly batted Jean's hand away from his shoulder. "They donna have to know."

Defeated, Jean let out a sigh and pulled himself to sit up against the bedframe. The steel felt cold on his back, especially compared to the warmer skin of his companion earlier. "What if they find out?" Jean whispered with his face buried in his hands.

He heard the rustle of sheets beside him. "So be it," Napoleon answered, "Then I won't have to kiss a random person each morning."

Jean felt intense heat crawling onto his cheeks and ears. Whether it was due to rage at Napoleon's indifferent words or jealousy, he didn't want to know. There was just so much happening this early already.

"That's on you, vieillard," Jean spat with no heat, "No sane man wakes up from slumber to kiss the nearest person around. You're lucky you're handsome."

It didn't escape Jean that he had mistakenly called Napoleon handsome. But it was a fact. Being a former emperor and a charmer, anybody would quickly forgive him after getting a taste of that little quirk of his. Especially Sebastian. It was easy for him to imagine Sebastian falling on weak knees after Napoleon graced him with a kiss the first time.

Somewhat luckily for Jean back then, nobody has ever pushed him to into filling in that particular morning duty either. Unless he offered to do it himself, they'd never go far out of their way to involve him. It was either his stoic demeanor or their impression of him as a chaste, devout worshipper of God. Or maybe they didn't see him as interested enough in Napoleon to do the job.

But now that Napoleon himself had taken him up as a lover, Jean wondered if his desire to have those morning kisses all to himself wasn't all too unnatural.

"Sebastian never seems to mind,"

Jean looked at Napoleon, who now laid on his side with emerald eyes sparkling with obvious lust at the sight of Jean. Men, Jean thought, biting the inside of his cheek.

But Napoleon only smirked wider, adding to Jean's growing vexation. The charismatic leader sure knew how to push a man's buttons.

“Ah, but if were to allow Sebastian to continue kissing me awake, somebody would be sad, non?"

Jean shot him a look of mock distaste. "Handling you every night is exhausting enough, and now you want me to fill in the mornings too? Not to mention, they're going to find out I'm your kept man. Can you imagine Arthur pestering me about it?"

"Then I'll be there to save you," Napoleon covered Jean's outstretched legs with the blanket. "We're all old men reborn in healthier, fairer bodies. Why not make the most of our situation? No care for the outside world, no pressure to wed a total stranger at the behest of our families..." Napoleon suddenly trailed off. "Well, at least we're not Leonardo and Comte. I heard Sebastian talk about Comte urging Leonardo to wed some noble lady vampire."

"But if you ask me, they're as good as married," Napoleon chuckled, "Without Leonardo's presence, I can't imagine Comte running the household on his own. He establishes order within the mansion, but I can see how he'd need someone to keep us tightly knit together, like a family should.”

Family, friends, lovers.

Jean never dreamed of his previous life in Domrémy —of his mother and father, of his sister, of his loyal brothers. He waved away memories of d'Alencon and Dunois on their horseback, poking fun at Jean flustering at their bawdy songs as they rode back to camp.

He willed himself to sleep every time Gilles emerged, his soft visage illuminated by the bonfire as he invited Jean to sit and drink warm honey water together.

The mansion was a different universe altogether. Jean found no traces of his parents in Leonardo or— God forbid —Comte. But friends?

His world had never been this loud, with the mischievous Arthur and Dazai and the confusing dualism of the Van Gogh brothers. Jean once thought he found some bits of himself in the lumbering Isaac. But then, his notions were dispelled upon seeing the quiet genius' contentment in the company of the troublemaking duo.

Jean eventually found himself a friend in the ostensibly distant Mozart. As time went out, he learned to see past their similarities and found that Mozart mas a much mature and experienced man. He was a friend who offered quiet solace and kind words of encouragement when Jean was at his lowest, but he was also unafraid of showing his stern, mature side when the situation called.

Through thick and thin, through storms and sunny days, Jean would always feel Mozart's hand on his back, gently pushing him forward. The composer would never admit it, but he and Jean both knew they'd always pray for each other's happiness.

If Jean had Mozart, Isaac had Napoleon, a strange man everybody regarded as their brother (and idol, in Sebastian's case).

At first, it stirred something in him when he learned about another French soldier who fought for the very same nation and people he protected. He was too absorbed in himself to know about the details, but there was something recognizable in the way the rumored former Emperor carried himself.

Within the brilliant green of Napoleon's eyes, burned an indomitable spirit as he first spoke to Jean: Bonjour, I am Napoleon Bonaparte, and I have longed to meet the man who fought for my Fatherland.

Jean came to hate the words of exaltation that the people sent his way —felt undeserving of them, even. Yet all his self-doubt momentarily dissolved the moment Napoleon pressed a fervent kiss on the back of his hand.

Jean blushed and even deeper shade of red as he realized the state they were in now. His mind could reel back forever to their previous encounters, but Jean would later save that for later. Right now, the brilliant man he used to admire from the shadows is naked beside him, lethargically yawning as if he's back in his bed.

Jean didn't even protest when Napoleon pulled on his arm, insisting that Jean lie back down beside him. The man casually adjusted the blanket on him, patting him down like a mother to her baby.

"Can't stand seeing you sit up against that cold steel." Napoleon pulled the bundle of Jean closer. "Here. Let me warm you up. Don't fight. You're wasting precious time to sleep."

Jean found himself unable to fight himself free from Napoleon's cursed strength. He was the Lesser Vampire for God's sake! "Don't make me go along with your sleeping habits, that's sloth."

Jean was losing the battle. Who knew an intense session face-to-face lovemaking could carry them this far? He shouldn't let Napoleon coddle him like a wife, Goddammit!

"Be careful. Move again, and you’re going to arouse me.”

Jean had never been this determined to rip another man's limbs off.

"Good. Stay still." Napoleon commanded. "You're going to be here when I'm awake."

"And kiss you while we're at it?"

"Oh, I can't wait to wake up with your lips on mine." Napoleon snuggled against Jean's neck. "Maybe you can get creative and wake me with your mouth on other parts."

Jean elbowed him hard.

@weird-profiterole, @hokkaido-the-hellbeast @kasu-gay-ama @batteryrose ‘Tis done.

#ikemen vampire #ikevam fanfic #ikevam bl #jeanpoleon #ikevamp napoleon #ikevamp jean #riri tries ikevam

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zi-i-think · 4 years

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12 | The Universe has Other Plans

Pairing: Zuko x Ama (OC)

Word Count: 6200+

.☽☼☾.

~ Ama ☾ ~

The bachelorette party came way too quickly. Katara happily agreed to letting Suh join us. Something about how I've made her feel uncomfortable, and that she needs to feel safer with us girls. Oh if only she knew that Suh wasn't here to stay.

By midday, everyone stood at the village entrance to bid farewell to the groomsmen. The walls of ice were curved around the town and there was a large archway with the Water Tribe symbol carved at the top as the entrance.

"Have fun, you guys." Katara told all the men, stealing a hug from her fiance.

"Oh we'll have lots of fun!" Sokka exclaimed with excitement. "Booze, strippers and parting is what I've been waiting for." Suki playfully smacked Sokka's chest.

Aang tilted and shook his head. "Sokka, that's not what's happening."

"What!" Sokka gave Aang a disappointed look and then looked over at Zuko. "What kind of bachelor party did you plan?"

Zuko looked a little uncomfortable with the sudden question. "He planned the kind of bachelor party I asked for." Aang responded for him.

"Sokka will you act civil for once in your life?" Katara reprimanded her brother with her hand on her hip.

"The answer is very simple. No." Sokka grinned just to taunt our sister. I chuckled at them while Katara sighed in disappointment.

"Alright, well I think we should go if we want to make it Milu Island before sundown." Aang interjected the bickering. "Bye, sweetie." He leaned down to give Katara a chaste kiss.

Suh skipped to Zuko, wrapping her arms around his neck to give him a hug, he in turn wrapped his arms around her waist. He and I shared a quick look. Reminding me that I had to keep a close eye on the suspicious girl.

After all the short goodbyes, the four men climbed up Appa to go to the small Earth Kingdom island. "There's still gonna be booze though, right?" Sokka wondered as he climbed over the saddle's side.

"Alright, miss maid of honor," Toph started to ask, drawing the attention to me. "What do you have planned for us?"

"Well, as per Katara's request. We don't have strippers." I turned to my sister, seeing her shake her head at me.

"Wow, you and Aang really are meant to be." Toph quipped.

"What is it with you all and strippers?" Katara wondered loudly. Her expression was genuinely confused and she looked a little concerned. "Don't you all think it's a bit degrading?"

"Course not." I shook my head and warped an arm around Katara's shoulders. "They're wonderful people. I spent some time with a small group a few years back. A lot of them enjoy what they do and get paid well. I learned a few moves, too. If you want sis, I can teach you for your honeymoon."

My sister immediately turned red and shoved me off her. "Ama!" The girls and I laughed at her reaction. "Can we just get to the bachelorette party! Please!"

"As you wish, princess." I teased her. "First stop is the spa." I announced, leading the group of girls through the town and towards the beginning of what would be an insane night.

.☽☼☾.

After spending a couple hours at the spa, we headed back to the palace. I had some of the maids decorate the living room so that it would look more like an actual party than some boring hang out.

There was blue and yellow confetti on the tables, where there were some snacks like seal jerky and kale cookies placed on top. The couches and the floors were covered in blankets, because I doubt any of them will make it to the bedrooms. And my favorite touch to the setting. An ice sculpture of shirtless Aang, posing with his air-staff.

Katara hated it at first, but quickly gave in to her own embarrassment. Blushing a deep red, but still taking the seats closest to it. I didn't find Katara's modest behavior annoying or weird. I knew that Katara just liked to keep some things private and I respect it. I just couldn't help but tease her and push her a little bit out of her comfort zone. I made sure that the sculpture was the only thing that was over the top.

The girls were chatting for some time and eating the snacks set forth while I grabbed an activity. I made sure to keep an eye on Suh. Currently, she was talking to Suki. And I noticed her glance out the window.

"All right ladies, we have one game to play before you all black out and I have to keep you all from puking all over the place. Grab a drink and take a seat." I announced, handing Katara a glass of hard wine. I gave the others a moment to get settled in their seat before explaining what was happening.

"So, this will be more on the bride-to-be than anyone else." I started. "Basically, I asked Aang a series of questions, but Katara doesn't know what he answered. So I'm going to ask the questions and if she answers the same as he did, you all take a sip from your drinks. But if she doesn't, she has to take a sip."

"Ha!" Katara laughed confidently. "Aang and I know everything about each other. I don't think this game will get me to drink a lot."

"We shall see dear sister." I cocked one of my eyebrows and unfolded the paper with the list of questions and Aang's responses. "First up. Who's the better kisser."

"Easy. Me." Katara gave her self-assured answer.

I shook my head. "Apparently your fiance believes that he's the better kisser."

Katara scoffed and shook her head as the girls giggled. "That doesn't sound like Aang. Are you sure that's what he answered?"

"Positive." I nodded. Katara sighed, but still took a sip from her glass. Her face cringed a bit at the strong alcohol.

"Looks like you two don't know each other as well as you guys thought." Suki teased.

"Oh please, it was one question." Katara pointed out, still being confident about how she'd answer. "Next question."

Holding up the paper again, I looked at the next thing on the list. "Who said "I love you" first?"

Katara smiled lightly, taking a moment to think back. "He did."

"Correct-a-mundo." I nodded and turned to the girls. "Ladies take a sip."

"Katara better get most of these right cause I'm trying to get wasted tonight." Toph commented before grabbing her glass.

"Me too." Mai, surprisingly agreed. She was usually a light drinker, but I guess this was the one exception.

I chuckled at them and took a quick look at Suh. Noting that she was hesitant to drink and glanced out the window. Perhaps Zuko and I were right. Maybe she was anxious because she was supposed to be meeting the others tonight, but was here instead.

The night proceeded. I made sure to keep Suh in my line of sight. She avoided me for the entire night, which I was glad about. Instead she was speaking with Ty Lee, who was just a bit more chipper than usual with the alcohol in her system.

Suki and Toph were both talking with Katara. The bride-to-be was the most out of it compared to everyone else, followed by Suki and Ty Lee. Toph was the furthest from a lightweight, her words slurred a bit but for the most of it, she could hold herself up. Suh had barely drank anything since the end of the drinking game earlier.

Mai was slouched across the sofa and I sat on the floor beside her. I had to be completely sober to be able to properly manage everything. And Mai, despite being a bit tipsy, could still hold a decent conversation. The alcohol made her more giggly than talkative, which I admit was a bit weird.

"Ama, are you even listening to me?" She frowned with a whine.

My head snapped to look up at her. She held her head up with her hand and looked at me with confusion. "I'm sorry, what?"

"I was talking about how Kei Lo's mom absolutely hates me." She stated and glanced over to where I was just looking. "You've been looking over at Suh a lot tonight. You really are jealous."

"Am not." I rolled my eyes. Here we go again.

Mai repositioned herself to lay on her stomach and rest her chin on her hands. "Ama literally one week ago, you and Zuko were cuddling up on the couch. No one asked what happened that night, but-"

"We told you all, we were reading and just fell asleep." I interrupted to remind her.

"Okay." She huffed an unbelieving laugh. "You're just lucky Suh wasn't the one who found you guys like that. I don't think I'd be able to handle another one of her screeching rants." Mai rolled her eyes and sipped her wine. "I really don't want to deal with her. As a Zuko’s advisor I’m bound to run into her at least once a week."

I wanted to tell her that she wouldn't have to worry about that because Suh was a fake. But then again, while Zuko and I were almost positive of it, it was just a conspiracy. "Good luck." I told her instead, getting her to chuckle.

Loud shrieks caught our attention. I was almost ready to get into a fighting position, but it was just Suki and Katara. Their arms were wrapped over each other's shoulders and their glasses were held high up in the air as they sang loudly.

"Horror, let's talk about the horror!" They sang incredible out of tune. Toph sat beside them with her hands covering her ears. "I'm the melancholy one! I live my life as if I'm yearning!"

Mai and I laughed loudly at them. Katara and Suki couldn't even finish the song because their giggling kept getting in the way. Katara set her glass of wine down and doubled over in laughter. Lucking they were sitting on the floor.

I shook my head at her and grabbed my glass of water to have a sip. Until a large crash interrupted everyone's good spirits. The large living room window was crashed into by two large men completely dressed in black and ski-masks covered their face and hair.

I jumped up immediately, so did Toph and Mai, ready to fight. Suh scurried away, pulling the drunk Ty Lee with her. Toph stood in front of Suki and Katara protectively. The two girls were trying to get off the ground, but they had way too much wine and their stances were off. I found it ironic that the two girls who made it the most clear that they wanted to be drunk were the two most sober to fight off the intruders.

The men rolled on the floor and stood up. They used earthbending to pull up chunks of the stone floor up and throwing them at us. Toph, protected herself and the two girls behind her by creating a wall out of the stone floor. Mai and I dodged the chunk thrown at us. Each of us in different directions.

Mai being the prepared person she was, had her knives with. So while dodging the chunk of stone, she threw the knives at our attacker. It barely grazed his arm, cutting through the black fabric.

I was jumping in the direction of Katara and Suki. "Get behind the couch!" I ordered them.

"No, we can help." Katara claimed. But based on her slurred words and her weak waterbending beside her, I knew she was way too intoxicated.

"Get behind the couch!" I repeated, more violently and authoritatively. I'd be damned if I allowed her to fight in the state she was in. She could barely stand correctly and she wanted to fight?! She'd get hurt.

With a frown, Katara and Suki scurried behind the couch. I bent the water that Katara just had and held it by my side. I scanned the room for Ty Lee and Suh. But they were nowhere to be seen. They must have already hid somewhere.

Bending the water, I used it to create a chunk of ice and threw them at Mai's opponent. He had his attention on Mai, throwing stone after stone at her while she gracefully dodged each of them. He didn't see the large ball of ice and it crashed into his side and threw him on the ground.

Toph slammed her foot into the ground and the stone floor shot up, engulfing her attacker. He was unable to move, thus unable to bend. I took her example and bent my water to engulf Mai and I's attacker completely in ice.

"Too easy." Toph said cockily.

"It was way too easy." I grumbled skeptically as I walked to one of the glaring men.

Toph went over to the other with her arms crossed. "They over estimated themselves, obviously. A bunch of intoxicated girls in one place alone." Her hands rested on her knees while she bent down to one of them. "We just need to know why they did it."

I sighed, but supposed she was right. At the same time, Toph and I removed their face covering. My breath hitched when I pulled the mask off. I knew this man. He had light brown hair, a wrinkled forehead, despite not being middle aged yet, brown eyes and an unmistakable deep scar that ran across his face.

I felt like I couldn't move. He just looked up at me with a knowing smirk. He recognised me. He was getting joy from seeing me after he hurt me in the most painful way possible.

"Ama!" Katara's voice shouted fearfully. My head snapped around. My eyes widened even more when seeing Katara being held by none other than Azula. She stood behind my sister with one arm around her neck and blue fire in her other hand.

"You know, you should really invest in some better guards." Her venomous voice said while Katara desperately tried to remove Azula's arm. But the firebender only tightened her arm, choking my sister lightly.

"Let her go, Azula." I demanded with a glare. I wasn't completely sure what the connection was between Azula and the earthbenders that just attacked. I just knew that Azula had my sister in a vulnerable state.

The woman snickered at me. "You saying that has no effect on what I choose to do."

"And what if I caved your face in with a boulder." Toph growled, bending a large piece of stone beside her.

"But you won't." Azula confidently smirked. "Cause I have the Avatar's finance in one hand, and a fire in the other. And it's getting dangerously close to her face." The fire only got closer to Katara's cheek. "What do you say? Should I give her and Zuzu a matching scar?"

"Stop!" I ordered, but it came out more like a beg.

Azula looked at me with the most menacing smirk on her red painted lips. "Drop your weapons and stop your bending. And free my friends." She told us. Mai, Toph and I all shared the same questioning look, before dropping our knives, water and stone as well as freeing the two demons. "Thank you. I'm just here to talk." Azula said, moving the fire away from Katara's face, but keeping it ablaze.

"Is that why you sent two guys to attack us and now have my sister?" I snarled the question.

"When was I ever one for a less than dramatic entrance?" She pointed out arrogantly. "I'm just a little offended that I wasn't invited to the wedding. After all, if it weren't for my threatening to capture you all, who knows if the bride and groom would even be in love today."

"Get on with it, Azula." Mai grumbled at her ex-bestfriend.

Azula sighed and shook her head. "Mai. So impatient. I'm just here to leave a warning. To Ama" I narrowed my eyes and tilted my head. "You remember when you chained me up all those years ago. You interrupted the Agni Kai between Zuko and I. That was cheating."

"You lost that Agni Kai when you aimed for me. And I couldn't just let you hurt Zuko more than you already did." I clenched my jaw, wondering where she was going with this?

"This isn't about him. This is about you." She scoffed. "You beat me. Hurt my pride a bit, I'll admit. But no worries, cause I'm here to take it back."

"You're doing all this cause you got your feelings hurt?!" Toph shouted.

"Well it's not like I have anything better to do." She laughed. This absolute sociopath. "Look, this doesn't end here. I just need to give Ama a bit of insight about what I'm capable with. Remind her about what she still has to lose." Azula started to move around the couch and moved towards the broken window, dragging Katara with her. The two men also walked closer to the window. "Your little girlfriend was just the beginning."

Once that was said, Azula threw Katara on the ground and the three of them jumped out the window to escape. I skid over to my sister, holding her in my arms as she wept out of fear. Mai and Top ran to the window. Hoping to maybe take them on now that Katara was safe.

"They're gone." Toph announced with confusion.

"They're gone?" Suh's voice came in, peeking her head into the living room from the hallway. "Spirits, that was terrifying."

I was too concerned with Katara than to stress over Suh. Even though the annoying woman wasn't involved in this little fight, I was somehow even more convinced that she was involved with Azula.

"I'm going to kill her." I grumbled with my jaw clenched and my arms holding Katara tightly.

.☽☼☾.

The boys finally got back sometime during the afternoon the next day. After Azula left, the bachelorette party was essentially over. No way was anyone able to get back to that festive and joyous feeling.

Appa landed in the courtyard and Sokka jumped out first. "Suki, I wrote you a song!" He announced with a grin. But the atmosphere was gloomy and no one smiled with him.

Katara ran to Aang, engulfing him in a tight hug. "Sweetie, what happened?" He asked her with so much concern.

"Zu-bear!" Suh ran to Zuko and jumped on him for a hug. "It was so bad. Azula came in and..." She explained everything so rapidly.

Zuko looked over at me, but I was looking somewhere else completely. My jaw was clenched and I fiddled with my nails. My anger or nerves haven't calmed down at all since last night. I barely got sleep. And I still didn't completely understand what was happening.

I knew that Azula threatened my sister and basically just told me that she was behind Mulan's death. But also. I looked at the face of Mulan's killer. The man who took her from me. It was all too much too fast. I felt hurt and sad and angry and a thousand other emotions at once.

I refused to look at anyone and just headed back inside the palace. Tears threatening to spill from my eyes.

.☽☼☾.

The night sky was filled with bright stars. Being a waterbender, I've always been drawn to the nighttime more than the day. And since a child, I'd stare up at the night sky, keeping an eye out for constellations and finding patterns.

Mulan and I layed in a clearing together, our shoulders touching as we looked up. Her rough hand was intertwined with mine while my right hand was pointing up, showing her the constellations. "...and if you look there, you can see the twin badgermoles." My hand outlined the stars.

Mulan didn't say anything for a moment as she tried to find where I was pointing. "I don't see them." She shook her head and her eyes shined in bewilderment.

"Here." I said, I took my hand that was intertwined with hers and pointed up again. "It takes a moment, but focus more on the brighter stars."

"I think I see it." Her tone was unsure. I couldn't see her, but I was positive that she had one of her eyebrows cocked upwards and a lopsided grin on her face.

"You think or you know?" I giggled, letting our arms fall back beside us.

She giggled along with me and brought her hand up to her face. "I don't know. I think I see it but I also might be psyching myself out." I shook my head and moved to my side to wrap an arm around her waist, keeping my eyes up at the sky.

"Hey, Ama?" She started with a questioning tone. I hummed a 'what', allowing for her to ask her question. "What do you think about settling down soon?"

I moved off of her and rested my head in the palm of my hand. "What do you mean?" I wondered. I mean, I was sure she meant what I was thinking, which was stopping from fighting bandits all the time. But I didn't want to just assume.

Mulan moved into a more seated position to lean on her elbows and look at me. "Well not now, but maybe like next year or something. What if we moved on from this chapter of our lives. We could buy a house. I've always wanted a big one. Somewhere to house all the kids who've been kicked out by their parents."

I grinned widely at her. She was so pure I loved it. Despite wielding a blade and having a fighting personality, Mulan never killed. She always had hope for people and always looking out for the underdog. Specifically children. I wasn't surprised at her idea to house rejected kids. After all, at 13 her own parents kicked her out for her sexuality.

She looked down at me, seeing my loving gaze. Her cheeks flushed red and a nervous laugh escaped her lips. "What?" I shrugged, moving to sit next to her. "I think that's a great idea." I told her, looking into her green eyes. "Someplace by a lake or ocean, preferably."

"And fertile soil." She added, biting her bottom lip in a happy manner. "I want a garden. Or two. One for vegetables and one for flowers." If there was one trait she took from her hateful parents, it was her love for nature and plants. She knew more about them than anyone I'd ever met. Other than Ursa, that is.

"We can sell our harests for money." I added, already planning a way to earn money.

"Su Ga Village." She grinned. "It's out west, the beaches are so clear and blue, you'll love it."

"Sounds like a plan." I laughed excitedly.

"Really?" A soft exhale left her grinning lips.

I moved to sit on my knees and got closer to her. My hands cupped her cheeks and smiled contently. "Really." I finalized and leaned down, pressing a chaste and loving kiss on her lips. Mulan's hands cupped my cheeks as well, deepening the kiss.

She pulled away first, with the happiest smile. "So it's settled. One year from now, we're going to get the house."

"And we're settling down." I finished. Or so I thought.

"And I'll finally meeting your friends and family?" She gave me a hopeful shrug and pressed her lips into a thin line.

I took a moment to think. I loved Mulan so, so much. It was time I got over this fear of not being accepted, and introduced her to the other people that I loved. "Yeah." I nodded. "It's about time they knew about you."

She squealed excitedly, peppering kisses all over my face as I laughed. "We'll invite them to some sort of housewarming party! You can make your cookies and I'll do the lemonade! Oh, I hope they like me."

I chuckled at my girlfriend, pulling her face closer to me. "They're going to love you. You know how I know?"

"How?" She intertwined our hands together, leaning even more until our noses touched.

"Because I love you." I told her. "And if they don't I'm just going to have to freeze their bodies until they do."

She shook her head at me. Lightly pushing me back until my back was on the grass floor and she was on top. Our hands were still intertwined. "I love you." She said softly, kissing me passionately. I responded blissfully. Slowly, her lips started to go down my neck and I moved my head back to give her more access.

But a loud crash interrupted our moment. Mulan jumped off me and I sat up. We exchanged the same concerned look. It sounded like a small scale rock avalanche, which was already concerning as is because we were at a mountain side. But what made it even more terrifying was that it came from the campsite. Where everyone else was.

The two of us jumped up and sprinted to the campsite. We were both incredibly shocked to find the scene. We were idiots to pick a place by a cliff. The entire side of it had collapsed, burying out entire site in it's gray rock and yellow-brown dirt.

I sucked in a sharp breath and started to look around for any sign of the rest of the Miraculous Bastards. "Masha!?" Mulan shouted. Getting no response. "Bono!? Taon!?" I ran to the rubble, digging though the rock and dirt.

They can't be gone. They can't. I'd never have another taste of Masha's meals. Bono would never share his poetry with me. Taon and I wouldn't go on another adventure. They still had lives to live. Masha and Taon were going to get married!

I breathed heavily, ignoring the light jabs from the small rocks. Mulan skidded next to me, digging through the rock and dirt with me. She already had tears streaming down her face. They were her family. She knew them since her teen years. They were outcasts together.

Neither of us saw it coming. A rock about the size of my head was hurdled at us. Luckily, it didn't hit either of us. We jolted our heads up, seeing two men standing at the top of the fallen rock. Both were quite buff. One had light brown hair while the other pitch black hair.

They had disgusting grimances on their faces while they bent more chunks of earth by their side, throwing them towards us. Mulan and I had to jump away from the rubble to avoid the rock.

The men jumped down towards us, each landed a few feat away from us. I opened my waterskin, bending the water out and created ice bullets from it. One by one, I shot them at one of the men while Mulan had her katanas out and fought the one with light hair.

The man I fought with shot columns of earth out at me, but I dodged each of them. My feet stepped lightly from one place to another in a spinning motion as I maneuvered through the moving rock and towards the attacker. Once I got close enough, I created ice claws around my fingers and threw them at the man. They stuck into his bicep and he cried out in pain.

I sprinted even faster. The man used his good arm to create a wall of earth between us. I almost crashed into it, but stopped just inches away. I grumbled in anger and used a jet of water to push myself off the ground and over the wall. Jumping down the wall, I used the jet of water and forced it onto the man.

He didn't see it coming and it pushed him back. He fell on the ground and I created an ice sword, pointed it over him. "Where are my friends?!" I demanded to know, refusing to believe that they were dead. The man clenched his jaw, looking at me at me like I already knew.

A screech caught my attention. Mulan. She was in trouble. I immediately abandoned the man there and ran in the direction of the cry. Using a water jet to push myself over the wall I ran to the scene.

Mulan was stuck in between the ground and a boulder pressing on her. The earthbender had a satisfied smirk on his face as he saw her struggling against the rock. He saw me running over and in the last moment before I could waterbend at him, he raised the rock a few feet above the air and then let it fall.

It seemed to be in slow motion. Mulan let out a blood curdling cry while the boulder fell through the air. I made an attempt to save her, sending a forceful push of water, turning into ice at the ends to push the rock away. But it was too late. It crushed her, hitting her chest and gut more than anything else.

I let out a horrifying shout at the impact while Mulan's voice stopped. In anger, I turned to the man who just crushed her. Light beads of sweat dripped down his face and a pleasurable smile was on his face. I used up all of the water from my waterskin, but there were still the trees.

I focused on bending the water out of the trees, and the bark and wood broke off, killing the piece of life. I sent ice spears at the man. His smile went away real quick and he jumped back. And I sent more spears while he jumped back more and more until he tripped over a tree root and fell.

"A-ama..." A weak voice called for me. I immediately stopped my bending, but kept my arms out. This was my chance to get back at him. Bu Mulan needed me more.

I glanced at the man. "Run." I growled at him. And he did. He scurried up from the floor and ran away.

I sprinted over the Mulan.The boulder still pressed on her. I bent the water from the ice spears towards me and turned them back into ice under the boulder. I created it like a ramp and the giant rock rolled off of her. I immediately turned the ice back into water and let it float beside me.

I knelt down to my girlfriend and pulled her weak body onto my lap. "Hold on, okay." I held the tears in. I bent my water over her chest and it glowed over her while I tried to heal her. But even I, a moderate healer, could feel that there was so much damage in her chest. "Hold on."

"Ama." Her voice was raspy and choked up. I looked from her chest to her face. There were cuts and bruises on her once rosy cheeks. Scarlett blood dripped slowly out of her mouth. Her rough, bloody hand reached for my wrist, removing it from her chest and pulling it instead to her cheek. "It's okay." She assured me with a weak smile.

"No. No." I shook my head and tears already spilled from my eyes. My thumb lightly wiped across her cheek to make her feel safe with my touch. "We have a plan. We need to get that house. The kids, they need us. And your garden."

She gave me a tiny smile, her green eyes looked at each of my features as she took me in one last time. "Maybe in my next life." She told me. Her hand that held mine on her cheek got noticeably weaker. "Ama, I love you."

I tried to speak. I tried to tell her that I loved her too. But instead I was choked up and a sob escaped my lips instead. Mulan dragged my hand to her lips and placed a soft kiss on my palm. I shook my head. I couldn't let her leave me. We just planned our future. "I love you, too." I finally choked out.

The redhead smiled that lovely smile, her teeth shining and everything. And then her hand spilled off of mine and her body went limp. I held her in my arms as her soul left her body. "No!" I sobbed. My heart broke right then and there. I hunched over and cradled her into me.

I shook my head. My tears were making my hair stick to my cheeks. All I could think was that this couldn't be real. The woman I loved couldn't have just died in my arms. But she did.

I wept for what felt like hours. Finally, I set her body down on the ground. Her eyes were still open. The once bright green eyes were now dull and painful to look at. Another sob forced its way out. My hand covered my mouth as I reached over, closing her eyes.

This was all his fault. He killed her. Murdered her and then I had to watch the life leave her body. This wasn't fair. Everyone was gone. I was alone. But all I saw was red.

.☽☼☾.

It was only nights later. I spent my days tracking them. The two men responsible for my pain. My heart was broken and they were about to feel my pain in a different way.

They were sitting by a fire. Having casual conversation and drinking beer like they hadn't just murdered four people nights before. They were truly monsters. I clenched my jaw and my blood boiled at the sight.

I jumped out from behind the tree, a curved ice swords in my right hand. They both jumped up at my surprise attack, I kicked the dark haired man back. And my sword swung to the light haired man. I didn't realize how close I was to him, because my sword cut his face. It went from his forehead down to his opposite cheek, being deeper at the cheek. Really, it worked in my favor.

I breathed heavily in anger. The man touched his cheek, and looked at the blood on his fingers. "You bitch!" He growled and looked at me. His brown eyes glared at me, and I glared back.

"I'd rather be a bitch than a monster like you." I snarled. He and his friend both levitated chunks of rock to hurdle at me. I frowned and took in deep breaths, knowing that I had the upper hand.

Not only was it the middle of the night. But it was also a full moon.

I created two large walls into a triangular shape in front of me to shield me from the rock they threw at me. While being temporarily protected I got into my stance. And when I was ready, feeling the energy of the moon, I let go of the shield and they splashed into the ground.

I focused on the water into the men's blood. My eyes were closed, hands were out in front of my and my fingers straight. The grunts of pain from the men confirmed that I was indeed bloodbending. I opened my eyes, seeing them hovering over the ground with stiff bodies.

"You will pay." I said through gritted teeth. My left foot moved to step in front of my right and my hands went down, my fingers curling slightly to suffocate them lightly at first. I could only admit this to myself, but I enjoyed seeing them like this. Terrified expressions and slightly trembling. Completely at my mercy.

"Please." The dark haired one pleaded. "We can explain."

I shook my head. "I don't need an explanation. I need revenge." Venom spilled from my lips. They killed Bono. They took away the lives of Masha and Taon. They murdered Mulan.

I was about to do it. I was about to crush their disgusting bodies and rid the world of these horrid excuses for men. But I couldn't. I thought back to what I said just moments before. That I'd rather be a bitch than a monster. Would I be a monster if I killed them?

This technique itself was invented by a woman so unethical, that it's now illegal. But even Hama never killed anyone. Just imprisoned the citizens of the FIre Nation. Now I was planning to take someone's life with it.

They deserve it. My own voice told me. And they probably did. But Mulan wouldn't want me to.

I didn't realize that I was hyperventilating until I let go of the bloodbending. The stress on their bodies for so long made the men pass out the moment they hit the floor. I fell to my knees, more tears of grief and terror escaping my eyes.

.☽☼☾.

I hope there was enough angst. I haven’t written fanfic for like a year because of school, so I think I’m starting to get the hang of it again, but even before my writing was trash.

Hang loose, amigos 🤙🏼

#zuko x oc #zuko fanfic #avatar fanfiction #waterbender oc #zuko x waterbender oc #her sun his moon #zuko #fire lord zuko

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angelaiswriting · 4 years

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THE YEAR OF THE BITCH / THE BITCH PROJECT

This is not a writing update, but a personal update. So let me introduce you to THE BITCH PROJECT!

TL;DR: 2020 is the year I finally change for the better and if you want, you can join me on this journey, too. Feel free to share.

This has been sitting in my drafts for a while now. It’s about time I posted it.

Also, if you don’t mind, I’m tagging a couple of people because this could be an idea others could be interested in, too. But if you’d prefer to not be tagged in my personal posts, just let me know!

Somehow I’m terrified of posting this

2019 has been quite the year in my personal life. I’ve been through many things, many changes, have faced a few challenges. There has been one thing in particular that has affected me quite a bit and only very few people know about this -- and they probably don’t even know all I’d like for them to know about it.

“The Year of the Bitch” is how I decided to call 2020 a couple of months ago because I want to make it my year. I want to make changes to my life and I want to be who I am without fearing what others would think or say, and I want to do the things I truly want to do. I want to learn who I am and I’m dead set on this. 2020 is the start of a new decade and, for once, I want to be true to myself for my own sake.

Someone close to me just came home for a couple of days, so that weekend allowed me to think and reflect about a few things. I’ve always prided myself in being brave and unbothered by what others’ reactions or thoughts could be, but I’ve always been kind of lying to myself, y’know? Sometimes you tell yourself things even though you know the truth is the opposite and you’re just sitting there suffering silently inside while putting on a smile as if nothing was.

AND THIS IS TOXIC.

I’ve spent quite a lot of time in 2019 just thinking. I had just graduated from my BA and was in a sort of ‘hibernation mode’ in January and February because shit had just gone down at home and I wanted to find out who I wanted to be in life -- answer: I don’t know yet, but I’m working on it. Then, I decided to go back to uni, both because I couldn’t find a job and because I just knew I had to continue doing something I love. Uni is stressful, and anybody who goes to school or even works kind of understands what I’m talking about. But between the end of September and the beginning of October (ish, I don’t remember exactly) I almost jokingly came up with this “Year of the Bitch” thing when I saw the picture above (Salem, te se ama 💛) and eventually the joke turned into a “why not?”

A few friends already know about this (and I’ll forever be grateful to them for listening to me rambling about stuff), and @idhrenniel has already joined me on this preparation journey for the actual journey. And now here I am, telling y’all to go out there and be BDE bitches.

I’m mainly doing this for myself because I have this terrible, terrible habit of always putting everyone else before my own person when it comes to priorities, even when it ends up hurting me one way or another. I want to re-learn how to put myself in the first place when needed, and not in some egocentric way. I want to do this for myself because if there’s someone I’ll always have to live with, that’s me. I want to do things for myself, truly adopt the philosophy of the “chissene fotte” -- I don’t give a fuck about what others think. This means that I’ll do things for me despite what others think, I’ll say no when I want and need to say no, and I’ll say yes to get out of my comfort zone. I’ll take paths others disregard because sometimes that’s what we have to do, and I’ll finally ask for help when I need it -- because sometimes the only thing stopping us, is us. And I’ve been stopping myself quite a bit lately, taking on shit I want to have nothing to do with and telling myself ‘no’ because I’m a proud person -- and being proud isn’t always something to be proud of.

So, 2020 is the ME year. The year I become that bitch (because sometimes we just have to be that bitch, am I right?). The year I do things for myself in spite of whatever kind of judgment could come my way. The year I become strong enough to finally stand up for myself when I need to. And the year I stop being a doormat for anybody, even for those I consider or that consider themselves my friends.

I thought this was quite a positive philosophy, so I’m here sharing it. Being A Bitch doesn’t mean being a cunt nor does it mean pushing people under the bus because I aM tHe MoSt ImPoRtAnT pErSoN eVeR. Being A Bitch means becoming mature enough to say enough when it is enough, to say start when it’s time to start, and stop when it’s time to stop. It means becoming a better version of ourselves, NOT the best version because too much stress is detrimental and striving for the best doesn’t always work for everybody. I know, I’ve been through it, and I’m still not even the better version of myself.

So, if you’re down with making yourselves justice for once or if you’re just looking for the chance or a sign to embark on a self-improving journey, we can do this together and have each other’s back. We can learn together how to be better and set priorities and make the Year of the Bitch a lifestyle we’ll still follow one day. I know for a fact that That Bitch is who I want to be so that when I’m old and dying, I’ll be thinking back about my life and I will be proud of who I was and the things -- major or minor they might be -- I accomplished. And I won’t regret a thing because every little thing leads us to where we need to be.

We could do this alone, but doing things together as a team can be better sometimes. Let me know what you think of this idea.

Angela x

@sweetvengeancee @flowers-in-your-hayr @kellydixon01 @kind-wolf @thethyri @themazeskies @idhrenniel @vvigilantes

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systemoflynx · 4 years

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OP here - we got you ^-^ this b*tch empty, yeet!; I didn’t get no sleep cuz of y’all, y’all ain’t gon get no sleep cuz of meee; and I am the sand guardian, guardian of the sand xo

This b*tch empty, yeet!: Are there ever times when no one wants to front? If so, how do you deal with it?

Honestly all the time. Heck, I'm the host and like 87% of the time I don't want to front. But, someone has to. I'm adapting better now, but there are still times where I'm so overwhelmed.

I didn't get no sleep cuz of y'all, y'all ain't gon get no sleep cuz of meee: What are each of your alters sleeping behaviors like? Do you have different sleeping patterns? Do any of you remember your dreams?

I take foreeeeeever to finally get to sleep. Like, even my friend with insomnia can lay down and be out in 30 minutes, I take on average 2~3 hours. It sucks lol. But it seems I'm the only one in the system who does this??? Like, Si and Dee can go to sleep pretty quickly. Dee usually sleeps with a heating pad to her back. Once, I was having a dream that I was driving my friends somewhere, and Alley switched out and was driving. She's six, so she was pretty terrified. That was the first dream I recognized as being another alter's, because it's one of Alley's fears and is a common nightmare for her for an adult alter to be fronting and doing an adult task, and for them to switch and Alley to be stuck unable to continue what they where doing and possibly get hurt. Oh! And someone has a habit of eating right before going to sleep? I legit don't know who though lol 😂

I am the sand guardian, guardian of the sand: Which of your alters do you think are the most protective of the system?

My friends think it's Dee, but they don't know Si as well. Si is super sweet but when someone she loves gets hurt she's Suuuper reactionary. It's pretty terrifying to witness, but she ensures that we're safe and that no one crosses any boundaries. Neo is a strong second, cause he'll fight anyone for Bow and Ama, but Si's definitely the most protective overall. I'm really grateful to her, she's taught me to stand up for myself more so I can be independent.

Thank you so much for asking these!!! Today started so great but quickly went down the drain, and it's been nice to distract myself and answer these! Thank you op, and I hope today is going well! 💚💚💚

#lynx answers #ask game #it's been hard to come to terms with this whole did thing but si has been nothing but patient with me #i'm really grateful to her so like...#shoutout to si for being the coolest ✌#actually i'm pretty grateful to everyone in my system but si especially #yeah 😆

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A Short Story by “Martian” Physicist Leó Szilárd on a Funding Agency whose Mission Is the “Retardation of Scientific Progress”

Leó Szilárd (1898–1964) was a physicist and inventor. He conceived the nuclear chain reaction in 1933, patented the idea of a nuclear fission reactor in 1934, and in late 1939 wrote the letter for Albert Einstein's signature that resulted in the Manhattan Project that built the atomic bomb.

Legend has it that Leó Szilárd was once asked why there is no evidence of intelligent life beyond Earth despite the high probability of it existing. Szilárd responded: "They are already here among us—they just call themselves Hungarians." Thus, was born the term Martians, which included in addition to Leó Szilárd, such luminaries as Paul Erdős, John von Neumann, Edward Teller, and Eugene Wigner.

The Martians were characterized by their strong accent (made famous by horror actor Bela Lugosi), their “superhuman” intellect, and by the fact that they spoke two incomprehensible languages, Hungarian and Mathematics. John von Neumann even invented a history for the Martians. They are descendants of a Martian scout force which landed in Budapest around the year 1900, and later departed after the planet was found unsuitable for colonization. They left behind children by several Earth women—children who all became famous scientists.

In addition to physics, engineering, and politics, Leó Szilárd also wrote short stories. These were published in a collection entitled The Voice of the Dolphins (1961). The title story describes an international biology research laboratory in Central Europe. This laboratory became reality after a meeting in 1962 with Victor F. Weisskopf, James Watson and John Kendrew. When the European Molecular Biology Laboratory was established, the library was named The Szilárd Library and the library logo features a dolphin.

My favorite story by Leó Szilárd is “The Marla Gable Foundation,” a funding agency whose mission is the “retardation of scientific progress.” It reminds me of the NIH and NSF.

The Marla Gable Foundation

Leó Szilárd

[1948]

As soon as I saw the temperature of the rabbit come back to normal, I knew that we had licked the problem. It took twenty-four hours to bring his temperature down to one degree centigrade, injecting three grains of Dorminol every ten minutes during that period. Sleep set in between the third and fourth hours, when the body temperature fell below twenty-six centigrade; and after twenty-four hours, at one centigrade, there was no longer any appreciable metabolic activity. We kept him at that low temperature for one day, after which time, having completed our measurements, we injected Metaboline and allowed the temperature to rise to normal within one hour.

There was never any doubt in my mind that once we got this far, and got the temperature down to one centigrade, we could keep the rabbit “asleep” for a week, a year or a hundred years just as well as for a day. Nor had I much doubt that if this worked for the rabbit it would work for the dog; and that if it worked for the dog, it would work for man.

I always wanted to see what kind of place the world will be three hundred years hence. I intended to “withdraw from life” (as we proposed to call the process) as soon as we had perfected the method, and to arrange for being returned to life in 2260. I thought my views and sentiments were sufficiently advanced, and that I had no reason to fear I should be too much behind the times in a world that had advanced a few hundred years beyond the present. I would not have dared, though, to go much beyond three hundred years.

I thought at first that one year should be plenty for perfecting the process as well as for completing the arrangements; and that I should be in statu dormiendi before the year was over. As a matter of fact, it took only six months to get ready; but difficulties of an unforeseen kind arose.

A section of public opinion was strongly opposed to “withdrawal from life,” and for a time it looked as though the eighty-sixth Congress would pass a law against it. This, fortunately, did not come to pass. The AMA, however, succeeded in obtaining a court injunction against my “withdrawal” on the basis that it was “suicide,” and suicide was unlawful. Since a man in statu dormiendi cannot of his own volition return to life—so the brief argued-from the legal point of view he is not living while in that state.

The ensuing legal battle lasted for five years. Finally, Adams, Lynch and Davenport, who handled my case, succeeded in getting the Supreme Court to accept jurisdiction. The Supreme Court upheld the injunction, with three justices dissenting. Mr. Davenport explained to me that the ruling of the Supreme Court, though on the face of it unfavorable, was in reality a very fortunate thing for me because it removed all obstacles that might have stood in the way of my plans. The ruling of the Supreme Court, Mr. Davenport explained, established once and for all that a man is not legally living while in statu dormiendi. Therefore, he said, if I should now decide to act against the advice of his firm, disregard the court injunction and proceed to withdraw from life, no legal action could be taken against me under any statute until I was returned to life three hundred years hence, at which time my offense would come under the statute of limitations.

All arrangements having been completed in secrecy, and having named Adams, Lynch and Davenport as executors of my estate, I spent my last evening in the twentieth century at a small farewell party given to me by friends. There were about six of us, all old friends, but somehow we did not understand each other very well on this occasion. Most of them seemed to have the feeling that they were sort of attending my funeral, since they would not see me again alive; whereas to me it seemed that it was I who was attending their funeral, since none of them would be alive when I woke up.

According to the records, it took about two hours until sleep set in, but I do not remember anything that was said after the first hour.

The next thing I remember was the prick of a needle, and when I opened my eyes I saw a nurse with a hypodermic syringe in one hand and a microphone in the other.

“Would you mind speaking into the microphone, please?” she said, holding it at a comfortable distance from my face.

“We owe you an apology, as well as an explanation,” said a well-dressed young man standing near my bed and holding a microphone in his hand.” I am Mr. Rosenblatt from Adams, Lynch, Davenport, Rosenblatt and Giannini. For reasons of a legal nature we deemed it advisable to return you to life, but if you wish to complete the three hundred years, which appears to be your goal, we hope we shall be able to make the necessary arrangements within one month. At least we shall try our best to do so.

“Now, before you say anything, let me explain to you that the gentleman sitting next to me is Mr. McClintock, the mayor of the city—a Democrat, of course. Subject to your approval, we have agreed that he may give you an interview which will be televised. The proceeds will go to the Senile Degeneration Research Fund. The broadcasting companies understand, of course, that it’s up to you to agree to this arrangement, and they have an alternate program ready which can be substituted if you should object. If you agree, however, we shall go on the air in one minute. Naturally, the broadcasting companies are anxious to catch your first responses rather than have something rehearsed put on the air. I’m certain you’ll appreciate their point of View.”

“Before I answer this,” I said, “would you mind telling me how long I’ve been asleep?”

“I should have told you this before,” he said. “You were out ninety years.”

“Then,” I said after a moment’s reflection, “I have no friends left from whom to keep any secrets. I have no objection to the broadcast.”

As soon as the announcer finished with his somewhat lengthy introduction, the mayor came in.

“As chairman of the Senile Degeneration Research Fund, I wish to express my thanks to you for having graciously consented to this interview. Senile degeneration is one of our most important diseases. One in eight die of senile degeneration, and more than half of those who reach the age of a hundred and five. Given ample funds for research, we cannot fail to discover the causes of this disease, and once the cause of the disease is known it will be possible to find a cure. But I know that I should not monopolize the air; there must be many things that you would want to know about our society. Please feel free to ask anything you like.”

“Why was I returned to life?” I asked.

“I’m certain,” the mayor said, “that Messrs. Adams, Lynch, Davenport, Rosenblatt and Giannini will want to give you a detailed explanation of that. It was their decision, and I have no doubt that it was a wise one in the circumstances. I’m not a lawyer, but I can tell you something about the political background of their decision. Politics—that’s my field.”

“I wonder whether you realize how much trouble your process of “from life” has caused the government. For a few years only a few persons followed your example, mostly political scientists and anthropologists. But then, all of a sudden, it became quite a fad. People withdrew just to spite their wives and husbands. And I regret to say that many Catholics who could not obtain a divorce chose this method of surviving their husbands or wives, to become widowed and to remarry, until this practice was finally stopped in 2001 by the papal bull “Somnus Naturae Repugnans.”

“The Church did not interfere, of course, with the legitimate uses of the process. Throughout the latter part of the century doctors encouraged patients who suffered from cancer and certain other incurable diseases to withdraw from life, in the hope that a cure would be found in the years to come and that they could then be returned to life and cured. There were legal complications, of course, particularly in the case of wealthy patients. Often their heirs raised objections on the ground that withdrawal from life was not yet an entirely safe process; and equally often the heirs demanded that they too should be permitted to withdraw from life for an equal period of time, so that the natural sequence of the generations would be left undisturbed. There are about one million cancer patients at present in statu dormiendi, and half a million of their heirs.”

“Then cancer is still not a curable disease?” I asked.

“No,” the mayor said, “but with all the funds which are now available it can take at the most a few years until that problem is solved. The most important, even though a somewhat controversial, application of your process,” he continued, “came about twenty-five years ago. That was when the present great depression started. It came as a result of seventy-five years of Republican mismanagement. Today we have a Democratic President and a Democratic Congress; but this is the first Democratic President since Donovan, and the first Democratic Congress since the Hundred and Fifth. As more and more of the Southern states began to vote Republican, our party was hopelessly outvoted, until gradually its voting strength began to rise again; and today, with a Democratic majority solidly established, we have nothing to fear from coming elections.”

“So finally there’s a truly progressive party in the United States?” I asked.

“Yes,” the mayor said, “we regard ourselves as progressives. We have the support of the Catholic Church, and eighty per cent of the voters are Catholics.”

“What brought about such mass conversions?” I asked.

“There were no mass conversions,” the mayor said, “and we wouldn’t want any. Families of Polish, Irish and Italian stock, having a stronger belief in the American way of life than some of the older immigrant stocks, have always given birth to more children; and so today we have a solid Catholic majority.”

Now that the Democratic Party is established in office, we’re going to fight the depression by the proper economic methods. As I said before, there was a Republican Administration in office when the depression hit us twenty-five years ago. In the first year of that depression unemployment rose to ten million. Things looked pretty bad. There was no public-works program or unemployment relief, but Congress passed a law, the Withdrawal Act of 2025, authorizing the use of Federal funds to enable any unemployed who so desired to withdraw from life for the duration of the depression. Those unemployed who availed themselves of this offer had to authorize the government to return them to life when the government deemed that the labor market required such a measure.

“Seven out of ten million unemployed availed themselves of this offer by the end of the first year, in spite of the opposition of the Church. The next year unemployment was up another seven million, out of which five million were withdrawn from life. This went on and on, and by the time our party got into office, two years ago, there were twenty-five million withdrawn from life, with Federal support.

“Our first act in office was to make withdrawals from life unlawful; and the second was to institute a public-works program.”

“What does your public-works program consist of?” I asked.

“Housing,” the mayor said. “Is there a housing shortage?” I asked “No,” the mayor said. “With twenty-five million unemployed in statu dormiendi there is, of course, no housing shortage.”

“And will you now return these twenty-five million unemployed to life?” I asked. “Only very gradually,” the mayor replied. “The majority of the sleepers are non-Catholics and it would upset the political balance if they were returned to life all at once. Besides, Operating the refrigerator plants of the public dormitories for twenty-five million sleepers is part of our public works program.

“Incidentally,” he added, “Whether you yourself come under the Anti-Withdrawal Act of 2048 is a controversial question. Your lawyers felt that you would not want to violate the law of the land, and they tried to get a court ruling in order to clear you; but the court refused to take the case, because you weren’t legally alive; finally your lawyers decided to return you to life so that you may ask the court for a declaratory judgment. Even though there is little doubt that the court will rule in your favor, I personally hope that you’ll find our society so pleasant, and so much more advanced than you would have expected, that you’ll decide to stay with us in the twenty-first century.”

“Thank you very much, Mr. Mayor,” the announcer said. “This was beautiful timing. We’re off the air,” he said to me, thinking I needed more explanation.

The mayor turned to me. “If you feel well enough, I would like to take you home for dinner. It’s a small party, four or five guests, my wife and my daughter, Betty. The poor girl is brokenhearted. She has just called off her engagement, and I’m doing what I can to cheer her up. She’s very much in love with the fellow.”

“If she loves him so much, why did she break with him?” I asked.

“All her friends teased her about him because he wears teeth,” the mayor said. “Of course, there’s no law against it, it’s just not done, that’s all.”

Something began to dawn upon me at this moment. The nurse, a pretty young girl, had no teeth, Mr. Rosenblatt had no teeth, and the mayor had no teeth. Teeth seemed to be out of fashion.

“I have teeth,” I said.

“Yes, of course,” the mayor replied, “and you wear them with dignity. But if you should decide to stay with us you’ll want to get rid of them. They’re not hygienic.”

“But how would I Chew my food, how do you chew your food?” I asked.

“Well,” the mayor said, “we don’t eat with our hands. We eat from plates-chewing plates. They plug into sockets in the table and chew your food for you. We eat with Spoons.”

“Steaks, too?” I asked.

“Yes, everything,” the mayor said. “But have no fear, we shall have knife and fork for you tonight, and flat plates such as you are accustomed to. My daughter kept them for her fiancé.” “I’m sorry that my second daughter will not be with us tonight,” the mayor said as he was starting his car. “She’s in the hospital. In college she’s taking mathematics and chemistry. She could have talked to you in your own language.”

“Nothing seriously wrong, I hope,” I said.

“Oh, no!” the mayor said.” Just plastic surgery. She’ll be out in a day or two.”

“With a new nose?” I asked.

“Nothing wrong with her nose,” the mayor said. “As a matter of fact, she has Mark Gable’s nose. No, it’s one of these newfangled Operations. My wife and I don’t approve of it, but this girl, she runs with the smart set. ‘Esophagus bypass,’ they call it. No longer necessary to watch your diet, you know. Eat as much as you please and switch it to the bypass—goes into a rubber container, of course. I tried to talk her out of it, but that girl has an answer for everything. ‘Father,’ she said, isn’t there a food surplus in the world? If everybody ate twice as much, would that not solve the problem?”

“Maybe she’s right,” I said, remembering with an effort that I always used to side with youth. When we sat down at table I looked forward to the steak; I was pretty hungry by that time. But when it was served, after a few fruitless attempts with knife and fork I had to ask for a chewing plate.

“The choice cuts are always especially tough,” my hostess explained.

“Tell me,” I said, “when did people begin to discard their teeth, and why?”

“Well,” the mayor said, “it started thirty years ago. Ford’s chewing plates have been advertised over television for at least thirty-five years. Once people have chewing plates, what use do they have for teeth? If you think of all the time people used to spend at the dentist’s, and for no good purpose, at that, you’ll have to admit we have made progress.”

“What became of all the dentists?” I asked.

“Many of them have been absorbed by the chewing-plate industry,” the mayor explained,

“Henry Ford VI gave them preference over all categories of skilled workers. Others turned to other occupations. Take Mr. Mark Gable, for instance,” the mayor said, pointing to a man sitting at my right, a man about fifty, and of great personal charm. “He had studied dentistry; today he is one of the most popular donors, and the richest man in the United States.”

“Oh,” I said. “What is his business?”

“Over one million boys and girls,” the mayor said “are his offspring in the United States, and the demand is still increasing.”

“That must keep you pretty busy, Mr. Gable,” I said, unable to think of anything else to say. Apparently, I had put my foot in it. Mrs. Gable blushed, and the mayor laughed.

“Mr. Gable is happily married,” the mayor said. “He donated the seed when he was twenty-four years old. The stock should last indefinitely, although the demand may not. The Surgeon General has ruled that no seed donated by anyone above twenty-five may be marketed in the United States.”

“Has there been legislation about this, giving the Surgeon General such authority?” I asked.

“No,” the mayor said. “Legislation was blocked by filibuster in the Senate. But the Surgeon General takes action under the Pure Food and Drug Act.”

“How can he do that?” I asked.

“There was a decision by the Supreme Court thirty years ago,” the mayor said, “that all ponder-able substance which is destined to enter through any orifice of the human body comes properly under that act. There was no legislation in this whole field whatsoever. Any woman who wishes to bear a child of her own husband is perfectly free to do so. Over fifteen per cent of the children are born in this manner; but most wives prefer to select a donor.”

“How do they make a choice?” I asked.

“Oh,” the mayor said, “the magazines are full of their pictures. You can see them on the screen at home and in the movies. There are fashions, of course. Today over seventy per cent of the ‘donated’ children are the offspring of the thirty-five most popular donors. Naturally, they’re expensive. Today a seed of Mr. Gable’s will bring a thousand dollars; but you can get seed from very good stock for a hundred. Fashions are bound to change, but long after Mr. Gable passes away his estate will still go on selling his seed to connoisseurs. It’s estimated that for several decades his estate will still take in more than thirty million dollars a year.”

“I have earned a very large sum of money,” said Mr. Gable, turning to me, “with very little work. And now I’m thinking of setting up a trust fund. I want to do something that will really contribute to the happiness of mankind; but it’s very difficult to know what to do with money. When Mr. Rosenblatt told me that you’d be here tonight I asked the mayor to invite me. I certainly would value your advice.”

“Would you intend to do anything for the advancement of science?” I asked.

“No,” Mark Gable said. “I believe scientific progress is too fast as it is.”

“I share your feeling about this point,” I said with the fervor of conviction, “but then why not do something about the retardation of scientific progress?”

“That I would very much like to do,” Mark Gable said, “but how do I go about it?”

“Well,” I said, “I think that shouldn’t be very difficult. As a matter of fact, I think it would be quite easy. You could set up a foundation, with an annual endowment of thirty million dollars. Research workers in need of funds could apply for grants, if they could make out a convincing case. Have ten committees, each composed of twelve scientists, appointed to pass on these applications. Take the most active scientists out of the laboratory and make them members of these committees. And the very best men in the field should be appointed as chairmen at salaries of fifty thousand dollars each. Also have about twenty prizes of one hundred thousand dollars each for the best scientific papers of the year. This is just about all you would have to do. Your lawyers could easily prepare a charter for the foundation. As a matter of fact, any of the National Science Foundation bills which were introduced in the Seventy-ninth and Eightieth Congresses could perfectly well serve as a model.”

“I think you had better explain to Mr. Gable why this foundation would in fact retard the progress of science,” said a bespectacled young man sitting at the far end of the table, whose name I didn’t get at the time of introduction. It should be obvious,” I said. “First of all, the best scientists would be removed from their laboratories and kept busy on committees passing on applications for funds. Secondly, the scientific workers in need of funds would concentrate on problems which were considered promising and were pretty certain to lead to publishable results. For a few years there might be a great increase in scientific output; but by going after the obvious, pretty soon science would dry out. Science would become something like a parlor game. Some things would be considered interesting, others not. There would be fashions. Those who followed the fashion would get grants. Those who wouldn’t would not, and pretty soon they would learn to follow the fashion, too.”

“Will you stay here with us?” Mark Gable said, turning to me, “and help me to set up such a foundation?”

“That I will gladly do, Mr. Gable,” I said. “We should be able to see within a few years whether the scheme works, and I’m certain that it will work. For a few years I could afford to stay here, and I could then still complete the three hundred years which were my original goal.”

“So you would want to go through with your plan rather than live out your life with us?” asked the mayor.

“Frankly, Mr. Mayor,” I said, “before Mr. Gable brought up the plan of the foundation, with science progressing at this rapid rate I was a little scared of being faced with further scientific progress two hundred years hence. But if Mr. Gable succeeds in stopping the progress of science and gives the art of living a chance to catch up, two hundred years hence the world should be a livable place. If Mr. Gable should not go through with his project, however, I would probably prefer to live out my life with you in the twenty-first century. How about it, Mr. Mayor?” I said. “Will you give me a job if I decide to stay?”

“You don’t need a job,” the mayor said. “You don’t seem to realize that you’re a very famous man.”

“How does being famous provide me with a livelihood?” I asked.

“In more ways than one,” the mayor said. “You could become a donor, for instance. Now that over half of our professional men are medical doctors, more and more wives want children with some measure of scientific ability.”

“But, Mr. Mayor,” I said, “I’m above twenty-five.”

“Of course,” the mayor said, “the seed would have to be marketed abroad. The rate of exchange is none too favorable,” he continued, “but even so you should be able to earn a comfortable living if you decided to stay.”

“I don’t know, Mr. Mayor,” I said. “The idea is a little novel for me; but I suppose I could get accustomed to it.”

“I’m sure you could,” said the mayor. “And incidentally, whenever you decide to get rid of that junk in your mouth, I shall be glad to get an appointment for you with Elihu Smith, the dental extractor. He took care of all our children.”

“I appreciate your kindness very much, Mr. Mayor,” I said, smiling politely and trying to hide a suddenly rising feeling of despair. All my life I have been scared of dentists and dental extractors, and somehow I suddenly became aware of the painful fact that it was not within the power of science to return me to the twentieth century.

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Know No Better

Streamer Gang & Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Platonic Fluff, HUMOR, Crack, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: A game of Among Us with this gang can never go without a halt for some spit-fire accusations and bickering, but throw their mutual friend Y/N in the mix and the chaos flares up twice as intensely.

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“Yo, sorry I’m....late“ Charlie’s eyebrow raises as soon as he enters the Discord call, almost half an hour after the scheduled time due to difficulties with his wi-fi connection. However, neither his presence nor his apology are acknowledged, seeing as how he wasn’t even heard over all the shouting going on in the call. “Um, what’s going on here?“ He asks no one in particular, aware that he probably won’t get an answer.

Surprisingly, though, someone does answer him - Sykkuno. “Hey Charlie, welcome. You missed a whole round and a whole debacle between...” The yelling voices give a clear idea of who this debacle is happening between: Rae, Corpse and Y/N. “Yeah, you can probably tell between who.”

“Yo, is that Y/N? Dude, I haven’t heard from you in so long where’ve you been?“ Charlie exclaims, eyebrows raising in delighted surprise, “What are you arguing about? Imma argue with you.“

“You don’t even know what we’re arguing about!“ Rae snaps, scaring the ever-loving daylight out of the newcomer that all but shrinks a bit in his seat, “These are matters the three of us have to deal with!“

You see, Charlie’s not one to press his luck - definitely not when the sweetheart Rae lashes out like that, reminding him that the impossible can be possible if you’re a strong enough believer - but right now, seeing as how he isn’t playing yet, he’s thirsty for some amusement even if it comes with the price of being verbally beat and battered by the currently bickering trio.

“God bless the day you three actually manage to deal with something by yourselves.“ He snickers, half-hoping Rae wouldn’t hear him. Actually, it’s more one third hoping she wouldn’t the other two suggesting otherwise. Adding gasoline to the fire - it’s basically in his resume at this point.

The reply he receives is not even oriented around his statement and it doesn’t come from Rae - whether that be a blessing or a curse - but rather from Y/N. “Charlie, help! Corpse and I are being wrongfully accused over here!“

“There’s nothing wrong about my accusations! I heard you bribing Corpse into vouching for you, you impostor!“ Rae spits out the word as though this argument is a real deal and not just them throwing a collective tantrum as they usually tend to do.

“He asked me for immunity in exchange for keeping his mouth shut! I never offered it to him!“ Y/N argues back, “Not my fault he’s a corrupt crewmate!“

“You were about to accept the offer though! Who does that?!“ Rae’s not giving up her ground either.

“Anyone! All of you know you would’ve accepted the offer had you been the one to be proposed it!“ Y/N whines, reminding themself and everyone else that they are not a very argumentative or confrontational. The only time they can be caught butting heads with people is as a joke, among this very group of people and over something as small as a bribery in Among Us. “And why is no one going off at Corpse for this? Why am I the villain here? Um, hello?! I’m an impostor, I’m supposed to be evil. One of your own betrayed you, and I’M your biggest problem?!”

“I’d like it if you didn’t get me involved...“ Corpse inquires shyly, as though fearing he too is in for an outburst from Rae if he dares oppose hers and Y/N’s statements.

Unfortunately for him, he’s attacked by their joined forces with a: “YOU STARTED THIS!” Shouted at him in unison. Just like Charlie, he too shrinks in his seat.

“Hey Toast.“ Charlie nudges one of his friends, one he hasn’t heard from for the entirety of his short time in the Discord call, “You there?“

“Sup man?“ Toast answers, unmuting his mic for the first time after approximately ten minutes of silence on his end due to this heated debate going on.

“Ten bucks says this goes on for another ten minutes.“ Charlie says nonchalantly, already planning the cheap dinner he’s gonna order with those ten bucks.

“Nah man, fifteen for fifteen minutes. These two have no chill.“ Toast says, taking a sip of his soda.

“You’re both wrong.“ Sykkuno interferes, “I’m putting in twenty for twenty and I’m starting a timer.“

“WHAT?!“

The three men sit there paralyzed now that the two sides of the battlefield have temporarily united once again to end them. Lord knows when Y/N and Rae unite, nothing good is in store for those who they’re up against.

“N-nothing...I was just announcing that...“ Charlie starts off, strategically reaching for the plug for his router, “...my wi-fi’s gonna disconnect in three, two...“

“DON’T YOU DARE!“

And WHOOP he’s gone. And so are Toast, Sykkuno and Corpse.

“I really can’t believe them sometimes.“ Rae grumbles under her breath finding the miserable number of remaining players once again gathered in the cafeteria after no one got voted out despite everyone knowing it’s Y/N.

“And here I thought Charlie would back me up.“ Y/N sighs disappointedly, shooting a brief look at their chat, “Hell if I ever trust him again.“

“Look at the bright side though!“ their friend, moments ago opponent, hurries to comfort them as though their argument never happened. Technically, it really didn’t. “He’s at least not gonna get those ten bucks he sounded so confident in getting.“

Knowing Charlie, losing a bet will most likely leave him feeling torn, but hey, much to his comfort, he was the closest in guessing the duration of the arguing. You win some and you lose some, this time he’s done neither. But he will get an earful from Y/N at the first given chance they get, which he’s grown used to over the years, being the one knowing them the longest. What he’s still trying to get used to is how much they’ve clicked with his friend group. Never did he imagine his socially awkward and shy friend would steal all his friends and literally wrap them around their little finger. Truth be told, amazement aside, he’s quite proud of them for it.

Yes, of course he’s gonna try bringing this up when they open fire on him as an attempt to calm them down. Yes, he knows it probably won’t work. But also: yes, he knows what will. Cause that’s what best friends do - they know. However, they should also know better than to bet on their friends.

But come on, it’s Charlie and Y/N we’re talking about over here - neither of them know any better. Hell, no one in this gang knows better. That’s what makes them so uniquely and wonderfully chaotic.

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rebelminxy · 4 years

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It Was Worth It

Word Count: 2340

Pairing: Dean Winchester and Reader

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Mild Language

Square Filled: Crossroads Demon

A/N: In this fic, Dean never broke the first seal, being pulled out of Hell before he could. The ending takes place in 4x7, right after Sam sends Samhain back to Hell. And yes, I do realize the symbol in the art above isn’t a seal of sorts but it was the best option I could find on Pinterest to fit with the storyline imaging. Please don’t @ me XD. This was written for @heavenandhellbingo

Summary: After watching a hellhound tear to shreds your best friend four months ago, you decide to do the worst possible thing ever and make a deal with a demon. But what do you have that’s worth more than a Winchester soul?

Heaven and Hell Bingo

Dean Winchester saved your life so many times, you had lost count. The man was like an older brother to you, your best friend, and he was gone. Torn away, literally, from you. All because of his baby brother, Sam.

After watching Dean being torn to shreds, you left, leaving Sam behind. You knew Sam’s promise to his brother to watch out for you but you didn’t care. Your connection with Sam wasn’t as strong as it was with Dean. So leaving Sam behind as you drove off in your Jeep wasn’t a big issue. You spent the last three months hunting, finding a way to get Dean out of Hell, drinking, and sleeping, in that order and on repeat. Sam and Bobby tried reaching out, calling you constantly, but you just ignored their calls, eventually getting a new phone. Those three months felt like years, lost at sea with no guidance, all alone. Once the fourth month hit and with no other answers, you knew exactly what needed to be done.

As you prepared yourself for the worst, you thought back on your moments with Dean. You first met through Bobby, an old man that took you in at the age of 15 after your parents died on a hunt. Being raised in the life, you knew the dangers. But that still didn’t scare you off when you were old enough to start hunting on your own. Bobby kept you hidden while you grew up, not even introducing you to John and his boys whenever they came around. But once you turned 18, you went on your own to hunt those that lurked in the darkness, your anger from losing your parents tearing through the monsters you killed.

It was on your 21st birthday that you met Dean. Sucker was cocky and thought he could get into your pants with a few words. But all he got in return was a punch on the nose and an f you. After that, Dean made it his job to follow you everywhere. You hated it at first but had to admit the guy was helpful on hunts. Especially since he had a real sweet ride. After a year of hunting together, it became the norm. Him coming over to Bobby’s to take you out on a hunt, riding around and sharing a motel room.

Your relationship with Dean became the sibling type, even though he had a brother who had gone off to college. ‘Wanting that apple pie life’ he would always say when it came to Sam. But you could see how sad he was when it came to his brother. Eventually, Sam would join the both of you, losing his girlfriend to the same monster that took their mother when they were younger. Everything was how it should be, Dean getting his brother back, the three of you getting along, hunting down the thing that deserved to die after their father’s death. All smooth sailing until Sam’s death.

You felt for Dean, losing his brother. He wanted to be alone with Sam, so you went to stay at Bobby’s, hoping Dean would come back. But when he did, Sam was right behind him, as if nothing happened. You watched as Bobby dragged Dean out into the yard, away from the house. Excusing yourself from Sam, you followed, keeping quiet as you heard Bobby yell out.

“You made a deal, for Sam didn’t you?” Bobby asked desperately.

Dean didn’t answer, you could see him turn his face away from Bobby.

“How long they give you?”

“Bobby,” Dean begged.

“HOW LONG?”

“....One year.”

Your eyes went wide in shock, holding in the scream that was itching at your throat.

“Damnit, Dean.”

“Which is why we gotta find this yellow-eyed son of a bitch. This is why ama kill him myself, I mean I got nothing to lose now, right?”

Bobby grabbed Dean by the jacket and shook him as if trying to wake him up.

“I could throttle you!”

“And what, send me downstairs ahead of schedule?”

Bobby let Dean go, letting you see the anger on his face, probably the same level of anger you felt at that moment, maybe more.

“What is it with you Winchesters, huh? You, your dad, your both just itching to throw yourselves down the pit.”

“That’s my point. Dad brought me back, Bobby, I’m not even supposed to be here!’

You felt the tears begin to break, reminding you of the scare you recently had at the thought of losing Dean, losing your big brother.

“At least this way, something good can come out of it, you know. It’s like my life can mean something.”

“WHAT! And it didn’t before?! Have you got that a low opinion of yourself! Are you that screwed in the head?”

“I couldn’t let him die, Bobby,” Dean muttered, the sadness in his tone. “I couldn’t. He’s my brother.”

“How’s your brother gonna feel when he knows your going to Hell? How will (Y/N) feel? How’d you feel when you knew your dad went for you?”

“You can’t tell them,” Dean begged. “You can take a shot at me, do whatever you gotta do but please don’t tell them.”

That’s when Bobby released the tears you already had dropping silently. You watched as the old man pulled Dean into a hug, both crying into each other’s shoulders. You fought back the scream and quietly went back into the house, avoiding Sam at all costs. You went into your room and cried it all out, your heartbreaking at the knowledge of losing the man that saved you from yourself so many times.

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Right as you buried the tin box with everything inside, you heard a chuckle behind you.

“Well, well, isn’t it the Winchester’s little pet? Didn’t expect to see you out here after Sam stopped begging. Didn’t he tell you, we got what we wanted…”

“I got something better,” you interrupted, turning to face the crossroads demon.

The body before you was a woman who looked like she was in her early twenties. But the red eyes made it clear you were talking to who you needed.

“And what do you have that we don't?”

Without another word, you opened your button-down to reveal your chest. Right above your heart was a marking engraved into your skin, something you’ve had since you could remember.

“You see, the Winchesters aren’t the only ones that descended from the Cain family tree. Cain had a daughter, one that her mother kept hidden because of her magical abilities. This daughter was marked with a sigil by an angel that warned Cain’s wife about the potential danger this family line could cause.”

You pointed at the marking on your chest and smiled coyly.

“Each baby born from this bloodline get this engraved over their hearts, a sigil that hides our blood so that no magical beings can find them. Not only are we a direct line from Cain, but we females all have magical abilities that are locked away with this sigil, only being able to use them when the sigil is broken.”

“You’re lying!” the demon exclaimed.

“Ask your supervisors and see what they tell you.”

“Give me a moment with her,” a voice softly spoke from the shadows.

You turned to see a blonde woman walk out from the darkness, her eyes white.

“Lilith,” you growled, having a strong urge to kill the bitch where she stood, but knew that it wouldn’t save Dean.

“Glad to see you alive and well, now what’s this about your family bloodline?”

Before she took another step towards you, you pulled out your knife and pointed it out to her. She stopped in her tracks and watched you as you lifted the knife and slowly cut through the carving, breaking the skin. You screamed out in pain as you felt your body vibrate, the ground shaking as the knife broke the symbol in half. Once the cut was through the symbol, everything went quiet, your blood seeping down your skin. But Lilith’s eyes grew wide in joy and she laughed as she finally sensed your blood.

“Wow! Cain had mentioned one of his children dying but no one suspected he was lying! I certainly can’t let you go, missy, not with that power running through your veins.”

“I’m here to make a deal, bitch,” you growled at her as you lifted the knife to your throat. “My life for Dean’s.”

“And what makes you think we will make that trade?”

“Because, the moment you set Dean free, I will do anything you ask.”

“Anything?” Lilith asked in a sing-song tone.

“Anything,” you whispered, sure of your choice.

Lilith giggled and moved towards you, standing very close. Her mouth was mere inches from yours when she giggled again and whispered ‘Deal’. You moved in and kissed her right on the lips, making the contract.

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“Well done there, Sammy boy. But a little too late on NOT breaking the seal.”

The brothers turned towards you, eyes wide in shock as they saw you walk out of the shadows. You wore a black sheer lace turtleneck dress with long sleeves and a very high V split cutout in the front, black bra underneath. You wore a pair of black leather shorts under the dress and black ankle-high leather combat boots Your hair flowed in waves all the way down to your waist, black as night compared to your original (Y/H/C), a wide brim hat on the top of your head.

“Hey there boys, long time no see,” you smiled at them.

“(Y/N/N), what happened…” Dean stuttered. “Where have you been?”

“Been here, been there, been everywhere really,” you teased as you walked around them.

“Bobby and I tried looking for you,” Sam stated, the anger rising. “We thought you were dead!”

“I was, trust me after Dean’s death I died. But, with a small change, I am more alive than ever,” you giggled.

“What are you talking about?” Dean asked. “And how did you find us?”

“Been watching from the background, keeping close but not close enough for you to know.”

“And why didn’t you help us? Why are you hiding until now?” Dean pressured.

“Because my job was getting boring so thought I might make it a bit more fun.”

You smiled wickedly at them as your eyes turned black. The shock and fear on their faces made you cackle with joy.

“Like I said, more alive than ever boys!”

“What did you do?” Dean urged.

“Eh, deal gone wrong, meant to save you. But, honestly, this feels so goddamn right!”

You skipped towards them, causing them to back up into a wall. You stopped about three feet from them and smiled, tilting your head to the side.

“Why? Why did you do it?” Dean questioned. “The angels….”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. The moment I made the deal, those fluffy dicks went in and broke you out. They reacted out of desperation but they were too late.”

You began to swing on your heels, smiling as you stared at Dean, your black eyes never leaving his green ones.

“But, even though they got you out, didn’t mean crap when it came to breaking the first seal.”

“What are you talking about?” Dean asked.

“As the prophecy states, the first seal shall be broken when a righteous man sheds blood in Hell,” you giggled as you continued. “Well, they were wrong about it just being a man.”

“You didn’t,” Dean whispered as the realization hit him.

“Oh, I did! And I reveled in it!”

“Why? Why did you do it? Your deal was broken!” Sam yelled at you.

“The deal wasn’t broken, my life for Dean’s. Dean up top and mine down in the Pit, didn’t specify the how.”

“(Y/N), you are better than this,” Dean began.

“I was Dean!” you screamed at him, causing him to step back. “I was until I lost the one person that made me feel whole, that made me feel like I had a family. I lost the man I called brother for some snotty nose brat!” you spit out as you looked at Sam.

“(Y/N), you are like a sister to me,” Sam added, but the look you gave him stopped him.

“It’s because of you Dean went to Hell in the first place,” you roared, moving closer to Sam. “It’s because of you Dean had moments where he felt alone. It’s because of you Dean would never love me the way he loves you!”

The jealousy raged from your voice as to stood inches from Sam. You then moved in to whisper into Sam’s ear, making sure Dean couldn’t hear.

“But if he knew what you and Ruby were doing, well, that love would end in a heartbeat. But I’m not that kind of bitch.”

You moved away from Sam, giving him an evil smile, his eyes letting you know he was afraid. You then turned, giving the brothers your back.

“Just so we are clear, this isn’t the last you will see of me. But if either of you gets in my way, I won’t hesitate to kill.”

“(Y/N), please, we don’t want to lose you,” Dean begged, making you turn around.

“Oh, you lost me the moment I found out about your little deal.”

You extended out a hand and pushed them both against the wall, hard. Once they got their bearings and searched the room to look for you, you were already gone. You watched them from a crystal ball in your little apartment miles away from where they were. You watched as they looked everywhere in the room, finally giving up and heading out the crypt. You waved your hand and the inside of the crystal turned into black smoke. You turned away from it and looked out the giant window into the night, smiling.

“Good luck, boys. Gonna need it while dealing with me.”

#supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fic #heaven and hell bingo #dean winchester #sam winchester #reader

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clownsgobeepbeep · 5 years

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The Lost One

@grotesquegabby Since Ama and Calliope are in this uwu

And they both have a conversation with a certain...clown

“Hey, how about we take a break from the park and we go outside?”

“Outside?”

“Yeah! To like the pier, or the beach, or-”

“The circus?”

Ama gave an eager nod as she sat in front of Ula, both having finished eating the lunch they had purchased earlier whilst they visited Jelly’s amusement park.

“Aren’t they busy getting stuff ready for later tonight?” Ula asked before taking a lick of the large pumpkin lollipop she had just taken out of her bag.

“Well I mean, yeah, I think.” Ama shrugged. “But you know that Cuckoo always lets us in. Especially because it’s almost someone's birthday.~”

“Pfft, shut up Ama.” Ula playfully rolled her eyes as she and Ama now stood up from the table they sat on. “I guess we could go and give the circus a little visit.”

“Great! Let’s go then.”

The two girls made their way through the crowds after Ula had put on her sunglasses and sunhat. She learned the hard way that children sometimes recognize in an instant that she was their favorite princess. So with even more reason, the girls walked into a backstage area that they were allowed into after having shown certain passes, then walking through a door that lead them into the outside of the amusement park.

“Where are you two off to?” a voice questioned, both now looking up to look into purple eyes.

“Hiya Ace.” Ula waved at the tall man who gave a bit of a scoff, though Ula and Ama could tell he wasn’t upset.

“Don’t think you two shoud come around here at this time of the day. We’re still working on finishing touches and the performers are rehearsing.”

“Meh, I don’t think the ringleader would mind if we just had...a look around.” Ula gave a bit of ashrug, Ace crossing his arms before she leaned in towards him. “I’ll babysit the triplets tonight so you and Fe-”

“Fine.”

“Thank you Ace.” Ula then hugged the clown who hugged her back, Ula and Ama then walking past Ace as they waved at him and he merely rolled his eyes but still chuckled to himself before heading away.

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“Calliope, my love?”

“Yes Cuckoo?”

“Is there any chance you may know the whereabouts of my cane?”

Cuckoo searched all around the room they and their mate were currently in, Calliope sitting on their shared bed as she adjusted her outfit.

“I have not. Perhaps the children have seen it.”

“Or perhaps they decided to steal it whilst I was with the performers.” Cuckoo chuckled to themselves as they now stood straight, adjusting their coat whilst looking out one of the nearby windows. “It appears we have company love.”

Calliope then looked out the window as well, her eyes squinting for a moment as she noticed three people walking down a path that lead into the circus. She saw Ula and Ama, but behind them...a man. What was even stranger was that neither of the girls seemed to have noticed the man following them, but the man noticed Calliope.

He turned to her with a charming smile, lifting a gloved finger to his lips before disappearing away.

“Calliope?”

“Yes?” Calliope turned to look back at Cuckoo who placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

“I said I was going to the tent now, just in case you needed anything else.”

“Oh no, I’ll be alright.” Calliope gently grabbed Cuckoo’s hand,, rubbing her thumb over its back. "In fact, I believe I may go and greet our guests as well."

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The circus tent was filled with a variety of people who were all still working quite a lot for preparations for the Halloween season were not yet done, but extremely close to being there.

Ula and Ama sat on one of the benches where they knew they would not accidentally interrupt this process, each holding and eating from a bucket of popcorn they had been given.

“I like the bows.” Ula motioned to some of the decorations that had been put up.

“Mmm yeah, they’re pretty.” Ama nodded before popping in some more popcorn into her mouth. “I wonder where they’re gonna be putting the mushrooms.”

“Probably right by the entrance, next to the archway.”

“Makes sense.”

They both then stayed silent for a few moments as they continued to watch everything go on in front of them. Performers here and there. Workers on every side. Zeta standing at the very top of the benches that were on the opposite side of the girls, the woman keeping a close eye on everybody and everything they did. As always, her crossed arms and cold stare intimidated nearly all.

Ama then turned to look at Ula again, ready to speak as her lips opened but then immediately closed.

Right next to Ula sat a man Ama had never seen before, Ula seeming unbothered as she continued to eat from her popcorn bucket. In fact, it almost looked like Ula didn’t even notice the man who casually ate from his own popcorn bucket, then turning his head to look at Ama.

“Oh, hello there.” he gave a bit of a wave as he stared at Ama with emerald eyes.

“Hi.” Ama awkwardly replied, then seeing as Ula turned to her.

“Hi?” Ula gave her a confused look.

Ama’s eyes darted back to the man who chuckled to himself before lifting a single finger to make a swirl like motion in the air, then disappearing right before her.

“Ama?” Ula waved a hand in front of her friend’s face. “You okay there?”

“Oh, uh, yeah.” Ama nodded before placing her popcorn bucket down on the bench. “Hey, I’m gonna go check and see if they’ve brought in any cookies. I heard your uncle Pepper’s been making some of those Alice in Wonderland ones.”

“Oh cool. I’ll go with you.”

“No, no it’s okay.” Ama shook her head as she placed a hand onto Ula’s shoulder to keep her sitting down. “You stay and enjoy the, err, show.”

“I’m pretty sure-”

“Ah ah ah! Stay.” Ama pat Ula’s head a few times as the later only gave a silly pout, then going back to eating popcorn. So, Ama climbed down from the benches before making her way through wherever she was able to. She circled around the benches until coming across the man from before, seeing as he leaned against a piece of furniture while adjusting one of the gloves he had been wearing.

“I suppose you were looking for me, yes?”

“I...well. I suppose you could say that.” Ama carefully approached him, then seeing as his much taller figure stared down at her with eyes she immediately connected to Ula, just like the red swirls on each one of his cheeks. “May I ask who you are?”

“Lucky.” the man now appeared behind Ama which made her jump a bit before turning around to see as he leaned down to be closer to her. “Uncle Lucky. Some called me Perry however, but only those who did not know I was not human.”

“Wait a minute…”

“Yes, I am a D’Vitt. A deceased one as you can tell.”

“You’re a ghost...how come Ula wasn’t able to see you? She can always see the dead.”

“She can see the dead, unless the dead prefer to not be seen.” Lucky lifted a hand that he used to make a circular motion in front of him, and he seemed to have disappeared right behind it.

“Where...are you still there?” Ama whispered, then turning around to see Lucky casually laying on a piece of wood that was being carried by two workers who of course did not notice him.

“I am here, Amaranthus.” he answered, then disappearing to reappear in front of Ama. “Sometimes, I just prefer to not be seen by all who possess the ability to see me.”

“And why didn’t you let Ula see you just now?”

“Because I talk to Ula quite often, thought it be best she take a break from ol’ Uncle Lucky.” the clown now appeared on a bar, hanging upside down as his black, wavy locks hanged down. “She’s grown into a little woman and as much as I hate it, I can not be there for her every step of the way. I am attempting to distance myself from her, whilst still keeping an eye of course. Especially with how tense things have been lately.”

“Do you mean…”

“With her boyfriends? Yes. The first one, oh how I adore that Schrader. I think he and Ula make such a perfect match. The second one, I like him as well but he needs a strong boost of confidence as well as other factors.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I don’t mean I don’t ‘ship’ it, as you youth say nowadays, but he’s not proving to be the best match for my niece. I mean, I even heard of a certain conversation he had with your mom.”

“Conversation?”

“Nevermind that.” Lucky shook his head before he removed his legs from the bar, then rolling over so that he was floating on his stomach. “That boy Atlas just needs to work on ignoring the world around him. He loves Ula, yes?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, he needs to take his head out of the ground and show everybody else that he’s not afraid. Just like Schrader, he’s a fabulous example. That annoying little boy Carney tried sabotaging his relationship with Ula, but Schrader put that brat in his place and would you look at them now, Carney treats Schrader with full respect! Atlas...he needs to be more assertive or this relationship with Ula is going to end in no time. I mean, could you imagine if a third person came around and snatched Ula away? What would Atlas do?”

“I...Atlas is trying his best.” Ama gave a bit of a shrug. “He loves her and really is trying to make things work.”

“I know, and I appreciate that about him. But I’m just looking out for my niece and him. I do think their relationship is sweet and all but…” Lucky then gave a sigh before floating down to the ground with his legs crossed, elbows propped on them and his chin on his hands that were folded nicely. “There is not much else I can say other than I am trying to keep Ula safe. She already...almost, died once. I would much rather prefer it not come to that again, or further. This romance, you may think it’s not crucial, but it is to a plethora.”

“Is something going to happen to Ula?” Ama leaned in close to Lucky who gave yet another sigh.

“Oh child, if only I could tell you.”

“Ama, is that you?” somebody asked before Ama and Lucky looked up to the side where they saw Cuckoo and Calliope walk down the trail they were in.

“Oh, hi there.” Ama greeted as she now stood straight, embracing Calliope and then Cuckoo. “I was just about to go into the kitchen to see if I could get some cookies.”

“Ah, well of course you can get some cookies.” Cuckoo smiled before offering an arm. “Allow me to take you to the kitchen. Calliope, you do not mind?”

“Of course not.” Calliope then leaned up as Cuckoo leaned down so that the two could give each other a kiss. “I will go and greet Ula, perhaps the children have already done so before we came.”

Calliope’s eyes trailed down to the ground where they looked into the eyes Ama had been looking into earlier, their owner giving Calliope a smile and wave.

“I shall see you around then.” Cuckoo then left with Ama into the kitchen as Calliope was left...alone.

“Your appearance strikes me familiar.” Calliope commented as the man below now stood up, giving her a polite bow before standing straight.

“Lady Death, I have heard much of you.”

“And I, of you.” Calliope softly nodded as the man in the pinstripe suit hid his hands behind his back. “Lucky, is it?”

“Indeed, though in my final moments I was not. Lady Luck decided that my luck had run out.” Lucky gave a small shrug.

“Yes, I heard your death was an unexpected one.”

“Such as my abduction.” he then nodded. “But, I am not here to speak of such things. I come to you for much more important matters, you are one who my family dearly trusts.”

“What is it?”

“I would have come to you much earlier, but there are certain...forces, that have been purposely keeping me away. I know what they want and what they plan on doing, though I have unfortunately sworn to the elders to not speak of these things to anybody other than them.” Lucky then leaned in close to Calliope to whisper. “Thankfully, you yourself are an Elder, and one I know who listens.

“Have the others not listened to you?”

“They have, but also have not. They especially have not listened to the children known as Basil and Flora who have attempted to warn them of the approaching dangers. The Elders believe the children are only making things up so that they make take action and their future existence is ensured, but I know that is not the case.”

“Danger? What danger?”

“A danger that will fall upon all those you care for, even your spouse and children.” Lucky leaned even closer towards Calliope. “My family will hurt and...very badly...I don’t want to see any of them on my side of the plains, but I fear I will if nobody acts now.”

“You need to tell me more.”

“I will but..” Lucky then scanned the area around. “Though I am but another deceased being, it would be best that we speak somewhere much more private.”

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post-itpenny · 5 years

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Ghost

The next part in the story. Not going to lie this got rather trippy. Tagging @grotesquegabby and @clownsgobeepbeep

Maggie dragged herself around the mannor’s attic. It was a quieter place well away from anyone so she could hide there during most of the day. Plus Billy had collected some cool stuff over the years, it was a good distraction.

However soon it had grown late and she had no choice but to go out and find food. Dragging herself down from the attic and through quiet hallways. Dragged was the key word, she had gotten through the worst of her heat but the feathers had not molted yet. They felt so much heavier than usual and slunk around with her wings and tail feathers dragging the round like some demented dragon.

After a small dinner she crawled into bed, miserable. She hated feeling so ugly and uncomfortable, she missed Magpie so much having not heard from her in nearly a week.

Maggie hugged her pillow tight as she drifted off, at least there was a silver lining in all this…

Maggie opened her eyes to the awareness that her body was completely numb.

She waited for her eyes to adjust to the darkness. Finding that in her sleep she had wrapped her arms, legs, and even wings around a now trapped Billy. How did she get her wings around him? Was he ok? Could he breathe?

Billy however seemed to be sleeping soundly, well good for him she guessed.

Maggie had found that she had not been sleepwalking the past week, her body apparently had zero desire to leave Billy’s side leaving her with far more control than usual.

Plus, she had learned a cool new trick.

Maggie got up and left the bed, her body staying behind as well.

It wasn’t some form of sleep paralysis, at least it wasn’t like anything she had read up on. She felt asleep yet as she wondered the hall there was an awareness, the sense of actually being there.

When she lost the extra feathers she planned to speak with Calliope about this whole “going ghost” thing or whatever it was. Until then she explored.

Her first stop was to Amaranthus to chase away whatever nightmare she was having that night. Billy had been doing what he could in the daytime but he couldn’t protect Ama in her sleep. But that was where Maggie came in.

Tonight she decided on unicorns, Amaranths immediately came up with her own addition of her dad riding around on one. Not for the first time, Maggie sorely wished she could have brought a camera with her.

Afterwards Maggie found herself slipping into boredom. She had wondered all of the house, including all the rooms Billy had specifically told her not to go into.

This proved problematic when she visited the basement. She still had no idea how to bring this up with Billy.

So now she wondered the grounds. She liked being outside like this, she couldn’t touch anything but watching the flowers droop and close up as if going to bed for the night was pure magic to her. The world had a burly dreaminess to it and for the most part she was content to sit there all night.

There was a soft tug, alerting Maggie from her stupor.

She still had her wings in this form, why not go visit?

Maggie felt like a shadow as she soared over the clouds. It wasn’t quite as fun without the feeling of the wind in her face but it was peaceful.

That was until something gave her a jolt.

It was at the top of her head, the very real sensation of a hand smoothing her hair. Maggie hummed in contentment, nearly falling out of the sky.

She touched down on top of a house, looking around to see where she was and was surprised to find herself sinking through the roof. She struggled at first but everything felt sluggish and slow, finding it akin to fighting quicksand.

She fell down into a hallway and looked at the pictures on the walls, recognizing the people in the photos.

“Jelly is going to be so pissed if she knew I was doing this,” Maggie mused to herself. Then again she was kind of sleepwalking in a way, how did she even know this just wasn’t some kind of elaborate dream?

Maggie felt the tug again, slipping into what she recognized as Ula’s room only now there were to sleeping axolotls. The world flashed, the image of several axolotls scurrying around the room flashed before her eyes but it was gone as fast as it came, how odd.

Maggie was pulled forwards then falling. Down, down, down. For a moment there was nothing. Then, an explosion of pastels. A neon sea filled with colorful axolotls, Ula watching them all as she floated along in a giant teacup.

Maggie giggled, Ula looked towards her with a frown. Maggie waved and tried to climb into the tea cup.

“Hey Ula, what's that island over there?” Maggie asked, pointing at abright landmass in the distance. “Lets go explore it together.”

Ula’s frown deepened, “I don’t know what you are but I’m going to wake up now.”

Maggie panicked, “W-wait Ula it’s-”

Ula shoved Maggie out of the teacup then disappeared. The world around Maggie dissolved and instead of plunging back into the sea she fell into a dark, dark void.

Maggie felt a deep fear at first. Some primal thing in the back of her brain telling her to run, to get away. But where was she to run to?”

So she floated in a state of nothingness. At one point she felt the sensation of something nudging her shoulder but it passed quickly.

Maggie couldn’t be sure if her eyes were opened or closed but this was beyond any darkness she had known could exist.

Maggie vaugl recalled that even before electric lights were a thing the darkest part of the night was never truly without light. Back then one could see a plethora of stars making up for even when the moon was in its new phase.

But this? This was nothing, but it did not feel empty.

“Am I dead?” Maggie asked herself.

“No,” The Void answered back, “death is far more than this.”

Maggie felt the primal fear from earlier return, but an acute awareness that whatever this was, it was practicing a great deal of patience with her.

“Where am I?” She asked.

The Void hummed but did not truly answer, this was something she would have to come to understand on her own.

Maggie realized then that she was not actually speaking with anyone, rather the responses were there and intermingled with her thoughts.

“Am I crazy?”

“No, but you have wandered too far out. You weren’t ready for this.”

“What am I doing then?” The redhead asked.

“What do you think?”

To be honest, she didn’t know. Actually now that she thought about it how did she get here? Where did she come from?

Wait…

“What was her name again? What was a “her” anyways?”

The thing that floated in the void was riddled with too many thoughts that blended and merged together, and none of it made sense. Any previous knowledge seeming to be scrubbed out the longer she looked around at the never-ending blackness.

It frightened the thing, one emotion it could still understand the meaning of.

“Not ready, not strong enough.” The Void sighed, “but so close. I am the space on the edge of anything, I am everywhere and nowhere and its absence. Know me like she does and I am your highway. Go back little one.”

There was a sharp tug along several points of the thing’s body. Three spots in its throat, five along its back. Pulling it along like on a string towards somewhere else.

Maggie opened her eyes to a sight so familiar it was almost comforting. She laid there for a time, regaining herself yet forcing the memories of what had happened to stay put. Could the two not exist in the same plain then?

But she insisted that they did. There was something important that had happened, a conversation that she was not ready to have but did.

Somewhere deep down in the lights that made up Maggie’s throat there was the feeling of a soft “click” as if something fell into place. Her vision was no longer blurry and dreamy, her body felt solid.

“Growth,” came the last echoes of The Void. “Maybe you are ready.”

Maggie blinked in confusion, ready for what?

She sighed when there was no answer, whatever it was had left her in this new place, but she was fine with it, she knew her way around.

Maggie sat up and observed the colored strings around her, thousands of timelines lighting up an endless darkness. Perhaps this was near that space of nothing she had been in. But this place was alive and familiar, her eyes to the world and its potential. A colorful array of glowing colored strings that twisted and tangled with each other and split off in infinite directions.

Existence was beautiful like that.

Maggie wondered the timelines, she felt far more physical in this space than she ever had before. Perhaps this was the answer to her problem.

She quickly found the fixed point she needed to get rid off. It wasn’t like Ula who was a bundle of knots firmly anchored in the timelines of others. This was like… a ghost wandering around and sticking to timelines. A very specific timeline actually.

Maggie hated it.

She looked up and a powerfully bright string that towered above the others. She had encountered a similar thing with Calliope’s thread, so this must be Bridgette.

There was another thread nearby that burned just as brightly. Who was this?

Maggie took a deep breath. Reaching out to touch Bridgette’s thread only for it to burn her fingers.

Maggie gasped in pain and stumbled back into the other bright thread. This one apparently she could touch.

Maggie saw a thousand possibilities at once, each one of great importance. She stumbled away in fear and had to sit down for a minute to stop her shaking.

She had never had a vision that was so clear. It was almost too much.

Maggie reaches out to grab a random thread nearby. Again the visions came with far too much intensity.

Maggie had a severe headache, something she had not had in a terribly long time. Her skull pounding to the point that tears were in her eyes.

Maggie took a deep breath and steadied herself, the. Grabbed onto the bright thread from before. Beginning a long search for answers.

Maggie woke up to late afternoon sunlight and a very worried Billy.

On a positive note, she had at long last started to molt her feather.

She sat on the bed with Billy snuggled close to him. For a long time they talked, she didn’t mention the void part though. She didn’t quite understand that yet.

“So to make a long story short,” Maggie sighed. “I have a plan to get rid of the fixed point. The problem is most possibilities end really badly.”

Billy frowned, “badly for you?”

Maggie shook her head, fighting back tears, “no. B-but I think I can change it! I just… need a little help.”

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You find out you’re pregnant ♡ Grayson

A/N: I think the title explains enough, lol. Grayson and reader are a bit older in this! As always I hope you enjoy 😊 This imagine is full of fluff and I felt a bit emotional writing it, just because the idea was so so cute. Love you all! Xx

Word count: 2.124

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You had not been feeling very well these past few days. To be honest; really, really bad. You had been acting cranky, feeling tired, nauseous and were experiencing terrible stomach cramps. Because of your unpredictable behaviour there had been some tension between your boyfriend, Grayson, and you. Sometimes (most of the time, unfortunately) it had led to a discussion or two.

Grayson was normally very calm and understanding; he secretly thought you were about to have your period. But he was only human too and even he couldn’t help but lose his temper sometimes.

The funny thing was actually that you had skipped your last period and you were late for the upcoming one, which was something you couldn’t remember ever happened.

The idea that you could be pregnant hadn’t even crossed your mind, which was a very odd thing. With all the symptoms that were going on there was still no alarm going off in your head.

Tonight was Grayson and yours anniversary. Exactly today you were married for three years; years full of adventures and happiness. He wanted to do something special for this occasion, but you were having the worst night ever. So instead of going out tonight, he had to cancel the reservation for your favourite restaurant. You decided to stay in to watch a movie with snacks (which you had been craving like crazy lately).

You felt very bad for turning him down but he reassured you several times that it was completely fine. He insisted that you stayed home to get better. Celebrating could happen later this week.

‘I’m still so sorry,’ you apologized to Grayson. You were snuggled up against him, feeling warm and safe. A pair of sweatpants and one of Grayson’s shirts was the only clothing you were wearing. Grayson and you had made yourselves comfortable on the couch with a blanket, your head pressed to Grayson’s chest while he was rubbing your back.

‘Y/N, it’s fine, really. We can celebrate it another time.’ He kissed the top of your head. You sighed. For some weird reason you felt like crying, although you didn’t even feel sad. Jesus, what was going on? You were an emotional rollercoaster today.

Suddenly, without any warning, you could feel your stomach doing a flip. You felt a bitter taste on your tongue. You escaped from under Grayson’s arm and sat up straight, on the edge of the couch. ‘What’s wrong?’ Grayson asked, worry laced in his voice.

You tried to swallow away the weird taste, but it didn’t really help. ‘I-I don’t feel very good,’ you breathed out. You inhaled deeply to block out the dizziness. Grayson gently stroked your back and studied your features, trying to discover what was bothering you. ‘Can I get you something?’

You wanted to answer but a weird sensation rushed through your body, ready to come out. You tasted the food you ate earlier and knew you were going to puke. You quickly got up and sprinted towards the bathroom, covering your mouth with your hand. You heard Grayson’s footsteps quickly following behind you.

Only when you were puking your guts out while Grayson held your hair back, his forehead furrowed in worry, the idea hit you. Maybe you were... pregnant? No, that couldn’t be, right? But it just had to be the answer. It was the only way to explain all the symptoms you were feeling.

After you thought you were done Grayson grabbed you by your arms and helped you up. ‘I’m gonna make you a bath, okay?’ You nodded absently, the idea of being pregnant not leaving your head. You decided to go to the pharmacist next thing in the morning to buy a test.

❊ ❊ ❊

After you went to the pharmacy to get the pregnancy test, you almost couldn’t handle yourself. You were so excited that you almost ran home instead of just walking. Yesterday evening you wanted to introduce the idea to Grayson, but at the same time you didn’t want him to get his hopes up.

Yes, you guys had been trying to get pregnant, but there was no rush or anything. Of course; it would be amazing if you could have a child, but after last year you knew you had to be careful.

The last time you told him you were two weeks pregnant he was tremendously happy. You were too, of course. The two of you talked about it every moment of the day and when the baby room was almost ready and you were too, something you didn’t expect happened. You got a miscarriage.

Grayson and you had come out of it very strong and you were even convinced that it enhanced your relationship, but it had been a hard time. You cried a lot in that phase of your life, having trouble coping with the grief. The reason you were so devastated was because you had been trying to get pregnant for almost two years.

The fact you had failed Grayson and the thought you didn’t deserve him didn’t leave you alone for a long time. Grayson had been your saviour and he promised that that wasn’t the case. You were the love of his life.

❊ ❊ ❊

You sighed as you were hanging above the toilet with the pregnancy test underneath you. You were so nervous that you couldn’t pee, a fact which made you giggle. Finally, after contemplating you should give up and go later, you were able to empty your bladder.

As much as you tried to ignore your nerves, they almost made you dizzy. You tried to act and feel neutral; for all you know you weren’t even pregnant.

The time went by more slowly than ever and after five minutes you started to get frustrated. Finally, after waiting what felt like an eternity something on the pregnancy test appeared; a +. It was big and clear, but there were two of them.

It took a moment before you realised the good news. You were pregnant! You couldn’t believe it. Four weeks already! Oh, God. You felt so happy. How great would it be to have a little Grayson walking around the house - if it was a boy, of course.

Something you found weird was that there were two large pluses, instead of only one (like the package showed). After reading the instruction you came to the surprising conclusion that if you had one plus you were pregnant with one baby. If more than one plus appeared chances were (for 95 %) that you were pregnant with twins.

Your eyes went big when you read that, your heart starting to pound very fast. Being pregnant was one thing, but having twins was another story. Grayson would freak out. Speaking of Grayson; he was upstairs doing some work, not having any idea of what was going on downstairs.

❊ ❊ ❊

‘Gray! Grayson!’ you yelled. You were nervously standing in the living room, the pregnancy test hidden behind your back. ‘Y/N! Baby?’ Grayson yelled back. ‘Are you okay?!’

‘Yes! Can you come down for a minute?’ You heard Grayson hurried footsteps instantly, rushing downstairs. His eyes were big and full of worry. ‘What’s wrong, baby? Is everything okay?’ You smiled. ‘Everything’s fine, Gray. Relax.’ He rushed towards you and tried to take your hands, but you took a step back. Grayson looked at you, his face expression confused. He had no idea what you were going to tell him.

‘I have news,’ you spoke, creating a mysterious silence. When you didn’t continue Grayson looked so confused you almost felt bad for him. ‘What is it, Y/N? Help me out here, please.’ Okay, here goes nothing, you thought. You smiled like a goof and showed him the test. ‘We’re going to be parents.’

Grayson’s eyes flickered from the test back to your eyes, and then back to the test again. ‘I’m pregnant, Gray,’ you spoke softly, a big smile from ear to ear on your face. Just like you it took a moment before Grayson realised what you just stated.

‘Oh my God. Oh my God!’ he squealed and took you in his arms. He swung you around the room and you giggled, your face pressed to the crook of his neck. He smelled heavenly.

‘We’re going to be parents! I’m going to be a dad!’ he cheered and put you down. ‘Ehm, daddy,’ you corrected him, chuckling softly. He smirked cheeky at you, knowing exactly what you meant.

‘And I also have something else that I should tell you,’ you said. Grayson bit his bottom lip and his beautiful went even bigger. ‘There’s more?’ he asked in disbelief. You looked back at the pregnancy test. ‘According to this there is a 95% chance that there is going to be two of them.’

‘Wait... Twins?! Y/N, this is unbelievable!’ Grayson pulled you closer and kissed your forehead. After that he kissed you passionately on the lips and then leaned back to cup your face. ‘This is amazing. I can’t describe how happy I am. It also explains why you were feeling so weird these last few days.’ He laughed.

He wrapped his arms around you and together you just stood there, both loving the moment you were sharing. It felt so unreal. You were going to be a mother; starting a new phase in your life. You were so caught up in your own thoughts and all of the emotions you were feeling, you didn’t realise right away Grayson shoulders went up an down in a shaky rhythm. He was crying.

A feeling of warmth filled you, happy that Grayson felt comfortable enough to expose himself like this and show his feelings. ‘Aw, babe,’ you grinned softly. ‘It’s okay. Let it all out.’ It didn’t take long before you started sobbing as well. Oh well, who the hell cared? You were going to be a mom and Grayson a father; you felt like the happiest person in the world.

❊ ❊ ❊

After talking about it all day and night, you decided to go to bed when it was nearly 1 pm. After you put on one of Grayson’s oversized shirts you crawled under the covers. Grayson joined you not much later. You had too much energy and you figured it was going to take long before you would eventually fall asleep.

You went laying on your back while Grayson lay beside you on his left, his elbow supporting his head. He looked at you with so much admiration it made your heart flutter. ‘You’re going to be such an amazing mother, Y/N. I can’t wait.’

You smiled and locked eyes with him, your heart swelling up at the thought this person was going to be the father of your child. How could you ever get so lucky? A question to which you had no answer to.

‘And you are going to be such a wonderful dad,’ you whispered and brought your hand up to stroke his cheek. He smiled and moved his hand to the hem of your shirt. ‘Can I?’ he asked uncertain. You nodded and slowly he lifted it up, exposing your stomach.

‘I don’t think you can really see something already, baby,’ you giggled. Grayson chuckled. ‘I know... But still, I like the fact that two little persons are already growing inside of you. Almost as if we’re a family already,’ he whispered and placed his big hand onto your stomach. You shivered at the touch of his warm skin.

You watched him as he stroked your belly gently, a smile appearing on his face. Gosh, he was so beautiful. He moved his body lower and placed a sweet kiss onto your belly button, which caused your insides to melt. He placed his chin onto your stomach and looked up through his long eyelashes. You grinned and sweetly ran a hand through his fluffy hair.

‘Honey... what if... you know, I have a miscarriage again?’ you asked slowly, trying to keep your voice as steady as possible. It was quiet for a moment as Grayson stared into your eyes.

Eventually he spoke, his voice sounding a bit husky. ‘Then we’ll try again. And again. And if it happens, I know we’ll get through it. I promise. We can get through anything.’ You sighed, feeling content with his answer. He was right, as always. There was absolutely no use in worrying about things you had no control over, let alone something that would maybe never happen.

Right now, everything was more than perfect. ‘I love you so much, Gray...’ you whispered, afraid your voice would crack. Grayson smiled. You felt his warm breath on your skin as he placed another sweet kiss, going lower this time. Next he placed a kiss just above your waistline. You knew to what this would lead. ‘I love you more, baby. You deserve all the love in the world.’

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