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creativewritingpracticestudio · 2 years

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Dating Sid Wilson (Slipknot) Would Include:

I love Sid :) this is relatively SFW, but feel free to let me know if you’d like a NSFW version! Also…you guys should request more Slipknot stuff (specifically stuff with Corey, Joey and Sid). Sorry for my inactivity as of late, I know it’s weird that I used to be so active and now I haven’t published anything in a while, I’ve just been so busy. Now I have time, though, so expect more content soon!

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of Sid getting injured a lot and throwing up a lot, very brief mentions of drug and alcohol use, marijuana use (mostly just talk of the munchies lmao)

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Probably meeting him at a Slipknot concert. I can imagine Sid spotting you in the crowd and instantly deciding that he has to meet you, so he fucking dives into the crowd and just crowd surfs over to you so he can slip you a backstage pass (discreetly, though, so the crowd doesn’t try to mob you for it). After the show, you go backstage to meet him and he comes up to you looking absolutely insane: sweaty as fuck, gas mask askew, face paint smeared, jumpsuit half unzipped, it’s a sight to behold. But then he takes the gas mask off and you see how cute he is and how friendly he looks and you’re instantly at ease with him. The two of you talk for a while and he’s clearly into you but he can’t ask you on a date yet because the band is on tour and there’s no time, so instead he asks for your phone number and promises he’ll call you every night until the tour ends and he can take you on a real date (and he keeps his promise!)

Speaking of phone calls, Sid acts like he’ll physically drop dead if he doesn’t call you at least once a day. He’ll be somewhere in another country and call you after a concert, totally forgetting that it’s like 4am where you live, and be very confused as to why you sound so tired and grumpy. You put up with it because you love him, but occasionally you’re tempted to do the same thing to him just to be petty. He likes to call you to tell you about the concert and to ask about your day and all that good stuff, but he also likes calling you for absolutely no reason. He’ll call you to tell you what he ate for lunch or to let you know that his head hurts or to complain about how Shawn is being mean to him, and meanwhile you’ll be standing in the middle of a Walmart holding the phone to your ear and slowly realizing that you’re dating a toddler. You get annoyed sometimes, but you also appreciate his willingness to stay close with you even when he’s away on tour. It’s nice to know that he likes talking to you and does it because he wants to, not because he feels like he has to.

Being friends with some of Sid’s other bandmates. Initially you were worried that they weren’t going to like you and would see you as the Yoko Ono of the group, but they all turned out to be pretty cool and you’ve become very close with a few of them. You and Sid regularly hang out with Corey, Joey, Chris, and a few other bandmates at least a couple times each week, going to bowling alleys and arcades and weird restaurants and stuff like that. You also hang out with all of them backstage before and after concerts, and that’s where some of the grossest and most hilarious things happen. The whole band has a disturbing sense of humor, but it at least keeps things interesting.

Hospital visits. So. Many. Hospital visits. Sid gets at least one serious injury a week and at least a few minor injuries a day, so you’ve learned to keep a first aid kit on hand. If hospitals had those loyalty punch cards like coffee shops have, you’d have won several free hospital visits by now. You’ve also learned to get used to Sid puking a lot, because for some reason it’s very common for him. When you first started dating him you were in a constant state of worry and panic and would fuss over him if he got even the slightest of injuries (which he didn’t mind at all), but now you’ve learned to just let him do his thing.

Late night snack runs. Sid’s kind of a stoner (shocking, I know), so he tends to get super hungry at very inconvenient times; usually, it’s around one or two in the morning. You both throw on random clothes, grab a massive wad of cash, and walk down to a 24 hour convenience store to stock up on as many snacks as you can carry. It’s definitely one of his more expensive habits, but at least the two of you always have a nicely stocked pantry. It was weird being out so late at first, but now the late night snack runs are one of your favorite things to do.

Watching Sid come up with new beats and mess around with his turntables. As a DJ, he’s always trying to find new ideas for songs, and you like to watch him cuz he gets so focused and it’s adorable. He likes to ask your opinion because you know how to be honest with him but in a nice way. Sometimes he even lets you play around with the turntables, and he’s tried to teach you how to use them on multiple occasions although you always forget how to do it. Occasionally he tries to convince you to let him record you messing around with the turntables (he thinks the bad playing would sound really cool as a beat for one of his next songs), but you always flatly refuse.

Naps. A whole lotta naps. Sid’s usually pretty high-energy, but he saves up all of this energy for concerts by taking at least one nap each day, usually in the hotel room that the two of you share or (in very rare cases) on a couch in one of the backstage rooms. He likes when you sit on the couch with him so he can lay his head on your lap and let you play with his hair until he finally falls asleep.

Becoming something of an icon to the Slipknot fanbase. At first, Sid tried to keep his relationship with you private because he didn’t want you to have to deal with being hounded by fans and by the paparazzi, but once the relationship got serious and you made it clear you didn’t mind his fame, he finally started talking about you and showing you off to the fans. He tells stories about you in interviews, he shares photos of you on social media, and he brings you along to special events like red carpet walks and meet and greets. You love talking to his fans and riffing with Sid on the red carpet when he’s being interviewed, and because of that you’ve become very popular with the fanbase. Seriously, there’s tons of compilations of you on YouTube (some with Sid, some with just you), tons of appreciation posts about you on social media, and at least a few different accounts from fans about how nice you were to them when they met you. Even if you and Sid were to break up (god forbid that ever happens), you’d still have a pretty big fanbase of your own.

Going on all kinds of cool dates with Sid. Sid’s not really one for super romantic, gushy, stereotypical dates like candlelit dinners or picnics, but he does like going on dates that are fun and interesting for both of you. Laser tag, cool museums, retro arcades, themed hotels; he never seems to run out of ideas. Sid loved spending time with you and he especially loves making you laugh, so he’d much rather take you to a comedy club or to see a funny movie than to get dressed up in uncomfortably formal clothes and sit in a stuffy, overpriced restaurant for two hours. Some people might judge the two of you for not having the traditional romantic dates, but you don’t care. You and Sid show just as much passion and affection for each other as other couples do, and you have fun while doing it.

Being the first person to see Sid’s new masks (besides him, obviously). Whether it’s an entirely new mask all together or just his current mask with some new alterations made, he loves showing them to you and seeing your reaction. He’s super proud of his masks, especially the ones with animatronics, and you’re always excited to see them and to give feedback on them. He lets you try them on and usually tells you that you look way better in his masks than he does.

Movie nights! You and Sid always try to set aside one day each week for watching a movie together. You get the bed all set up (tons of blankets and pillows), you get the food ready (usually Chinese takeout or pizza, plus a ton of snacks), and then you spend an hour debating over what to watch. Sid usually tries to convince you to watch one of the transformers movies (and he wins like 95% of the time) but he’s also pretty good about letting you pick a movie to watch after the transformers movie is over. You watch everything from cheesy horror movies to old comedies to indie films to weird obscure movies that Sid somehow finds on the Internet.

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pipes-loves-writing · 3 years

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second fic I’ve posted! I’m so sorry for being so inactive… with no new content I’m feeling very unmotivated. Thanks for everyone who stuck around and support me! I’m here if you ever need to talk. I love you all! :)

There is absolutely no problem with Seb and Carlos working together.

Nope.

No problem at all.

Oh, except for the fact that Seb has been in love with Carlos since before he even met him.

But that’s not important.

Not at all.

He didn’t mean to fall in love with Carlos, truly he didn’t. But, honestly, how couldn’t you?

Mr. Cilli clapped his hands together rhythmically. “Alright everyone, today we’ll be ending our civil war unit. We’re going to be doing a project, it being the end of the year and all. You will work with a partner to create a fake episode of a tv show based around the idea of the civil war. Any questions?”

`Natalie Bagley shot her hand into the air. “Will we get to pick our partners?”

“Unfortunately not. You’ll work with whoever is sitting next to you.”

Seb turned his head to the side and realized that no one was sitting next to him. How had he not noticed that earlier?

Carlos Rodriguez came running through the history door and dropped a few pieces of paper and pencils.

Every other group had started working on the project already. No one even noticed that Carlos was here.

Well, almost no one.

“Mr. Rodriguez, that’s the third time this week. Next time I have to write you a detention slip.”

“I’m sorry! It won’t happen again!”

Seb’s legs started moving before his mind did, and before he noticed, he had gotten up to help Carlos.

“Here. You dropped a few things.” Seb handed Carlos a pencil from the ground.

“Thank you,” Carlos paused for a second before saying, “Pencils, you know? They’re slippery.”

Seb smiled at Carlos. “Yeah, I guess.”

Carlos quickly nodded and went to sit down in the chair next to Seb’s.

Mr. Cilli scribbled something down in his notebook and said, “Carlos, I assume that means you and Seb are working together.”

Seb’s eyes widened. Carlos? Working with him? He had to stop himself from smiling too wide.

“I mean,” Carlos started, “is that okay? With you I mean?”

Seb allowed himself to smile. “Yeah that’d be great.”

Carlos took a notebook out of his backpack and set it in front of him. “I’m Carlos. By the way.”

Seb smiled a little wider. “Oh I know. I’m Seb!”

“You.. know?” Seb couldn’t entirely read Carlos’s expression.

Seb widened his eyes. “I meant,” he searched his mind for an excuse, “I know your name. Like the name Carlos. It’s a- it’s a pretty name.” Well played. That didn’t sound too creepy. Probably.

Carlos looked almost flattered? Seb still couldn’t entirely understand. He could definitely understand the blush running to his face right now though.

“Thank you.” Carlos hesitated for a moment. “You have a pretty name too.”

Seb finally broke free from eye contact. Wow. Carlos had really pretty eyes. They were almost… distracting?

“But also,” Seb started, “I’ve seen you on the color guard. You’re really good!”

Carlos didn’t answer for a moment. “You really think so?”

Seb was surprised that Carlos would doubt his talent even for a second. “I know so. My older sister was the captain of the color guard before you, and she’s very impressed with their new leader.”

Carlos furrowed his eyebrows. Then he lightly gasped. “Your sister is Georgie Matthew-Smith?”

Seb thought Carlos looked like a lost puppy when he looked confused. It was so cute, that he almost forgot to answer the question. “The one and only! I’m not as talented in the dance department though.”

Carlos laughed, “Maybe you’ve just never had the right teacher.”

Seb just hummed in response. “So what are we thinking for this tv episode project?”

“Hmm.” Carlos thought for a moment. Then he gasped, “We should do something similar to a Glee episode! Like maybe they have to do a week where they have to sing songs that talk about the civil war? Or something similar to that?” He looked over at Seb, who was looking at him in a way he couldn’t exactly place. Carlos blushed and looked away. “Sorry. I was just being a gleek. Please ignore the last 30 seconds of your life.”

“I love glee. It’s my favorite show.”

Carlos smiled wider.

“That’s a great idea, Carlos. Let’s do it.”

The next day, Seb walked into the classroom with a smile on his face. He had spent his entire class time with Carlos yesterday, and he couldn’t be happier about it. Sure, they were both a little awkward, but Seb found it almost endearing.

Carlos ran into the classroom again and put his papers on the desk next to Seb. The bell rang and Carlos texted something to someone. Seb got a glimpse of his wallpaper before he closed his phone.

“Hey. I like your wallpaper on your phone!”

Carlos looked at him. “You like Broadway?”

Seb scoffed, “Are you kidding? Who doesn’t?”

Carlos rolled his eyes. “You’d be surprised to know how many people did ‘Brigadoon’ and didn’t actually care for theatre.”

Seb pretended to look surprised, “You were in ‘Brigadoon’?” Of course he knew that Carlos was in this year’s spring show. He had been dying for a chance to have just one scene with him so they could talk.

“Yeah! I was ensemble.”

Seb smiled and said, “I was ensemble too! And I totally agree. If you don’t like theatre, why do the shows?”

Carlos smiled. “I didn’t even want to be in the show either. I mean, don’t get me wrong. I love performing. But,” he trailed off for a second. “I actually wanted to be choreographer.” Carlos squeezed his eyes shut, fully prepared for Seb to start laughing.

“And they didn’t let you be one? That’s awful. You’re the best dancer in this school. In this city even! Anyone would be crazy not to make you a choreographer.”

Carlos looked at Seb for a second. He opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted.

“Okay everyone! You did some brainstorming yesterday. Today you’ll start the slideshow for the project. Then tomorrow we’ll present to the class.”

Carlos finally broke eye contact with Seb and looked down at his paper.

“So? What about you?” Carlos asked subtly.

Seb raised an eyebrow. “What about me?”

“Do you have a dream role?”

Seb hesitated. “Don’t laugh.”

“Seb. I’m not going to laugh at you.”

Seb looked up at Carlos. “Sharpay,” he says quietly.

“Sharpay? Like from High School Musical?”

Seb couldn’t look at Carlos. He was too scared to see his reaction. Would he change his mind and laugh at Seb?

“Wow. You’d be great as Sharpay!”

Seb listened for sarcasm, but he didn’t seem to hear any. He looked at Carlos.

Seb didn’t really know what to say, so he just blushed and hoped Carlos didn’t notice.

Carlos was too busy blushing to notice the other boy’s red face.

…

Today was the big presentation day. Seb was a little nervous, but he was a performer! He could do anything.

Mostly anything that is.

“Okay,” Mr. Cilli announced, “Today is presentation day! I’ll give you guys 10 minutes to review, and then we’ll start with Natalie and Kaden, Ashlyn and Steph, Seb and Carlos,” the teacher went on and on about the order of groups presenting, but Seb had been distracted. Carlos still wasn’t in class. He wouldn’t ditch on the day of presenting.

Right?

Seb took out his phone and texted Carlos.

‘Hey is everything okay?’ He sent the message and waited for a response. He checked his phone after two minutes. No response.

Seb shot up his hand and asked to go to the bathroom.

He ran out the door and speed-walked down the hall.

When he threw open the bathroom door, he saw Carlos pacing back and forth across the small space. He looked so panicked, it made Seb kind of want to cry.

Carlos heard Seb open the door and looked over at him. Seb’s eyes were filled with so much worry and another emotion Carlos couldn’t quite put his finger on.

Carlos stopped against the wall and slid down to sit. He could feel his breathing getting faster, and he tried to slow it down.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Seb said in a hushed voice. He walked over next to him. “What’s wrong ‘Los? Why are you pacing?”

Carlos threw his head back. He was so scared that he didn’t comment on the cute nickname. “I’m scared, Seb. The last thing I read in front of people was a report in February. And it was a group project with four people. I barely had to talk.”

Carlos’s hands were fidgeting so much that Seb reached over and grabbed both of them with his own.

Carlos was so nervous that he barely noticed.

Okay, that was a complete lie.

Seb’s hands holding Carlos’s and his pretty blue eyes made Carlos forget all his worries. Seb’s hands were warm and soft. You would think they’d be rough from all the farm work, but they weren’t for some reason. Carlos would have to ask him about them one day.

“That’s not true Carlos. You memorized all the songs in Brigadoon in under a week. You were the first one in the cast who was off book.” Seb thought for a moment. “Just imagine it being a performance. You’re really good at those.”

Carlos looks at Seb. But this time, he really looks at him.

Seb has a bit of acne. His eyes are a little darker blue than he’d noticed before. His hands are a little sweaty. And his hair is messed up a little.

And honestly?

Carlos thinks he’s so beautiful.

Before either of them notice, about 15 seconds has passed.

Carlos is about to say something, but Seb speaks up instead.

“We should probably get back to class. Our project isn’t going to present itself.”

When they get back in the classroom, they’ve been gone about 6 minutes. Mr. Cilli has always been lenient towards his students, so they only get a warning.

When it’s their turn to present, Carlos can’t stop looking at Seb. All he can think about is what he said earlier. And also, just him in general.

Seb isn’t looking at Carlos. He’s too worried that he’ll get lost in Carlos’s eyes, so he just avoids eye contact. Which pains him a little bit, but it’s alright.

In the end, their presentation gets a B.

They get points off for being distracted during the presentation.

And they’re both more than okay with that.

-pipes 🤍

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houchlife · 3 years

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10 Steps to Attract the Life You Want

By Heather Mathews Author of Manifestation Miracle

“What you seek is seeking you” - Rumi

If I told you that you could create the exact type of circumstances you want, would you call me crazy?

What if your very thoughts could create ripples of change that not only impact your life…but those around you as well?

Philip, a call center worker from the Philippines certainly didn't think so. He dreamed of moving overseas so he could secure a better life and provide for his family.

But at every turn, his own mind shut down every opportunity he thought of.

For instance, Philip considered seeing an immigration consultant, but he either “didn't have the time” or “couldn't afford it”.

So, he resented his situation and cursed himself (and the world) for his “bad luck”.

He didn't realize that the real culprit was his mindset - not his circumstances.

And it seemed like the more he ruminated, the more bad things happened.

Thus, he kept feeding the cycle of being stuck in a rut and feeling bad, trapping him even more.

That was, until his aunt Sara introduced him to the Law of Attraction.

Turning the tide

Before she moved to California, Sara had been close with Philip and treated him like a son.

She had her own share of struggles finding greener pastures abroad, but she applied the principles from the Law of Attraction to overcome them.

So she sent a few books on the topic to Philip through Amazon so he could gain the clarity to turn his life around.

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At first, Philip didn't really think much of it, but he decided to read through the books since his aunt went through the trouble of sending it over.

After he started applying the lessons he learned from the material, things started to change for him.

It came as a complete shock to Philip - he never thought in a million years that making a simple shift in his thinking could have such a direct and POWERFUL impact in his life.

And soon enough, the fog of negativity and despair around Philip lifted and he found a way to make his dreams happen.

Through his persistence, he was eventually able to borrow the money he needed for the consultation fees, and learned the step-by-step process to get work overseas.

Philip was finally able to find a fulfilling and rewarding career in Australia. Not only does he get to support his family back home, he also made friends and enjoys his new life abroad.

Just a few months ago, Philip's parents started their own business, thanks to his help.

At the rate they're going, his family could save enough so they can pass on their business to another relative and follow Philip to Australia. ould wait for Philip to take the offer so they can move there instead.

Whatever option Philip chooses, the possibilities for him are almost limitless.

But he's just one of thousands who made the Law of Attraction to work for him. Like Philip, a lot of people are initially discouraged to try because they think it takes a lot of work.

But the reality is that it's surprisingly easy to get started. You just need to follow these 10 Super Simple Steps to Attract Everything You've Ever Wanted:

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Step #1: A little gratitude goes a long way

The first thing you should learn about the Law of Attraction is that it operates on energy.

YOUR energy, to be exact.

Everyone has a different kind of energy they bring into the world, and it affects them in ways they often don't see or appreciate.

The secret lies in the FREQUENCY of a person's energy - and you need to raise yours in order to change your life.

Think of your unique energy as a sort of gas that fills the space of your reality. Whatever “gas” or “energy” you pump out into your immediate space will define your existence.

Viktor Frankl, a psychiatrist and Holocaust survivor, said this in his book, “Man's Search for Meaning”:

“To draw an analogy: a man's suffering is similar to the behavior of a gas. If a certain quantity of gas is pumped into an empty chamber, it will fill the chamber completely and evenly, no matter how big the chamber. Thus suffering completely fills the human soul and conscious mind, no matter whether the suffering is great or little. Therefore the "size" of human suffering is absolutely relative.”

So if you want to invite great things into your life, you need to set the stage first. And you can do that by leading with the right energy.

That's why being grateful and appreciating what you have is powerful way to recalibrate your frequency.

Most folks hold off on feeling this way for AFTER they get what they want. But that's putting the cart before the horse, as the saying goes.

When you LEAD with gratitude, it will act as the precedent for everything good that follows.

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What I like to do is start of my day by making a list of things that I'm grateful for. If I miss anything, I save it for later and update my list at the end of my day.

And when I go over my list during the weekend, I'll see exactly how much good stuff I've accumulated.

This creates a kind of snowball effect and helps me attract even MORE good stuff down the road.

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Step #2: Be generous

This can be a challenge for some people if they feel like there isn't enough to go around.

But if you take the initiative to SHARE whatever you can without asking anything in return…

… you'll generate the kind of energy that attracts prosperity for everyone…

…including YOU.

Again, this is the Law of Attraction at work.

Try offering your time, talents and material wealth to those who need it - you'll soon invite blessings without even trying.

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Step #3: Visualize your future

What I find amazing about kids is how powerful their imaginations are.

When they role-play with other children, you can see in their eyes how REAL their games are to them.

This is something that's lost on grown-ups, and it's important to recapture that ability to envision the kind of reality you want.

The Universe likes to play games with us- the better you are at visualizing, the more you'll be rewarded.

Like I said, a certain type of energy attracts a certain kind of reality.

So if you focus your energy and thoughts on that dream job you want or the car you've always wanted to drive, you'll raise your frequency to ATTRACT those exact things.

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Step #4: Let the negativity pass

When the bad times roll in and you feel like dirt, sometimes it's better to step aside and let it run its course.

Having negative thoughts and emotions are totally normal, but you don't always have to wrestle with them.

You can simply acknowledge what's going on in your inner world - then CHOOSE to keep moving forward anyway.

Let this negative energy pass through your system like bad case of gas. The sooner you let it do its thing, the quicker you can get back to what you were doing.

(Sorry for the fart analogy, but it get the point across, doesn't it?)

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Step #5: Never stop growing

It's good to have a daily routine in your life, but not at the expense of your personal development.

Most people are so set in their ways that they're afraid of the thought of doing something new.

Then they complain about their humdrum lives, or that some folks “have all the luck.”

Breaking out of your comfort zone is never an easy thing, but it's a step worth taking.

No matter how loaded your schedule is, find some chunks of time to do things that will help you grow.

Whether it's taking an online course, joining a community, or taking up a hobby, this is a powerful way to attract new and exciting things in your life.

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Step #6: Avoid the “toxic” crowd

There are people who seem hell-bent on pulling others into their world of misery.

Whether they're trying to lessen their own pain or simply enjoy doing it, you need to steer clear of them.

Instead, choose people who will have the opposite effect on your psyche. Not only does a person's energy attract circumstances, it's also CONTAGIOUS.

So make sure you hang out with the people who'll inspire you to achieve greater things - and not bring you down with apathy or inaction.

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Step #7: Give yourself permission to succeed

Most of the world's most brilliant people were put down in some way.

Somewhere along the way, someone told them they'd “never make it” or were “destined to fail.”

In your own life, certain people have tried to discourage you in some way.

They might have tried putting you down when you were growing up - or it could have been last week.

It doesn't matter.

What's important is that you understand that NO ONE can put labels on you.

And more importantly, they can NEVER give you permission to achieve what you want in life. You need to do that for yourself.

Don't let their words define your “story”. You don't have to fit whatever petty narrative they're trying to force on you.

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Step #8: Affirm who you are

Instead of feeding into the lies that people tell you, let this be the day to start living your truth.

Create statements that embody the truth you choose to be, AND to live in.

People do this all the time.

When Elon Musk tried to launch the world's first privately owned rocket and failed, he told himself, “I'm going to try again, and I WILL get that thing into orbit.” (Well, maybe not exactly like that, but you get the point.)

And so his company SpaceX went back to the drawing board and got it right after the third attempt.

Elon affirmed his truth and it manifested into reality. In the same way, you can choose to affirm whatever truth applies to you.

Be honest with yourself and acknowledge the things that TRULY matter to you.

You know it, and the Universe knows it.

The key is to repeat it yourself every day. For example, if you know deep in your heart that you want to make a better life for yourself, you can say something like this:

“I may be struggling right now, but I know deep inside that I have what it takes to improve my life. I see myself transforming into a happier, wealthier person who makes other people's lives brighter.”

When you operate from even the tiniest shred of truth, you can grow that into a powerful force over time.

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Step #9: Fail spectacularly

Here's something most people don't know about the Law of Attraction: before you can enjoy success and find true happiness, you need to crash and burn.

It's better to go after what you want and risking failure rather than playing it safe and not trying at all.

To create order in your life, you'll have to embrace the chaos that comes before it.

This is where you'll find the real lessons, even if they hurt a little.

(Or in some cases, a LOT).

Think of yourself as the beautiful Phoenix, like in the legends.

Imagine burning off bits and pieces of yourself that you don't need. As you rise from the ashes, you're reborn into a NEW YOU.

That's evolution. It may be an imperfect and unpleasant process, but the results are worth it.

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Step #10: Remove your BIGGEST barrier to success

People don't realize that their greatest roadblock is none other than their own mindset.

They may say they want something to happen, but don't REALLY mean it.

For instance, someone might want to lose weight, but they don't want it bad enough.

Worse, they might not actually believe they can shed those pounds. A part of them refuses to acknowledge the faintest possibility of it happening.

This is pretty much why people NEVER attract the things they want in life.

In order to remove this barrier, you'll need to change something inside you.

You need to dig deep and understand WHY you don't want it as much as you say you do.

Are you scared of suffering through the process of getting what you want?

This is what turns most people off - they simply can't process the discomfort involved with growing up.

At the same time, you need to deal with the reasons why you think that your desired reality is impossible.

It could be some deep-seated beliefs brought about by past events, or experiences growing up.

Once you sort this out, you'll be free to do what you want without any pre-programmed beliefs holding you back.

Now, these ten steps we just talked about will get your foot in the door. Once you start doing them regularly, you'll experience remarkable breakthroughs you didn't think were possible.

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3_45 _ The Past is Gone

Nothing of Kingsman Mechanic’s appeared out of place. A few lights poured clarity across the work floor, but the other rooms and the storage chamber remained inactive. On the main floor, the white and black hound scurried this and that way, struggling to untangle the erratic path.

Arthur raised his legs as Mystery padded by. The dog took a sharp left and continued, first checking the flatbed the intruder skipped over, and then roving toward vehicles parked in stations. Mystery came upon a large and swollen duffle bag, laying beside a supply cart. He pawed at the clunky thing, nipping at the zipper on the side.

Lewis prodded at the sack, shifting it one way then the other cautiously. It was hard and chunky, likely some sort of equipment. The question though, did he bring this in or was he taking it?

A bark form Mystery assured that there was nothing hazardous. Lewis tugged the zipper and tilted his skull.

“You should’ve barbequed the guy,” Vivi grumbled. She moved in beside Lewis and peered over his shoulder. “Skinned and then barbequed.”

“A bit excessive.” Lewis angled his skull up and peered across the room, to Arthur. “Turned him inside out, and then barbequed.”

“Now you’re talking.” She leaned down and touched his hand. “It’ll be okay. Uncle cares a lot about you, but he needs some time to adjust.”

Lewis rasped. “He needs time to adjust.” He didn’t bother to zip up the bag, and stood. “First thing he does is put a hole right through me. Who does that?”

“A protective parent?” Vivi posed. She leaned around Lewis’ side, staring up at him. “Arthur’ll be fine, he’s sore but it’s all aches. He told me nothing in his shoulder was torn or cracked, which is a marvel.” She pushed him by the lower back, coaxing the tall spirit on his way.

Two hours following the intruder’s retreat, Uncle Lance was on his second pot of coffee. In that time, Vivi did her best to reconstruct the events of what transpired all that time in the past, wherein an ‘accident’ occurred. There remained crevices that she could not put description into, due to Lance’s inexperience to the actuals of the Mystery Skulls paranormal investigation. And also, that Lewis’ did not merely loose his footing on some slippery rocks. It wasn’t a good time to bring in the influencing force, or place the ideal that it’s compulsion was strong, if not impossible to fight away. Despite the skewed memory, Vivi was the only candidate to elaborate the details. Lewis was adamant about that.

For the most part, Lance seemed to take it all in as well as anticipated. He did need some time alone to think, and really grapple with what he was seeing. Beyond the revelation that Lewis wasn’t gone – not entirely there, either – the shock that supernatural creatures existed out there, entities that occurred not far from his home base.

As for the intruder in the mask, the trail led outside and down the road. Mystery lost it on the sidewalk, prompting Vivi’s speculation that he got into a vehicle and departed. She returned to Kingsman and checked on Arthur, while Lewis accompanied Mystery in the next search. The motivation and intent of the assault. The bag offered some insight.

“Good news, we figured out what the guy was here for,” Vivi proclaimed, in a strong dramatic whisper.

“And there. I didn’t drop you off someplace. High.” Lewis set the bag down at Arthur’s feet. A look of ‘what the fu—' crossed Vivi’s face when she directed her eyes to Lewis. “You… don’t seem as appreciative as you should be.”

“Lew!”

Arthur fixed the soggy bag of water against his neck. “Sorry. Not surprised, is all. This is the furthest anyone’s got with getting away. At least, that I know of.”

Vivi was aghast. “This has happened before?”

“Not like this.” He flecked his hand upward. “If someone breaks in, they jack shit that’s easy to access. Grab’n go. We store special components upstairs, things that get legs real easy. Whatever’s pricey and small, easy to miss, gets locked up. Only one other guys has the keys, aside from Uncle and me.” He sighed. “Not that this would do anyone any good.” With his hand, he rifled through the duffle. Some folders were crammed in, among the shell and arm shapes.

Lewis shifted and looked away, his thumb stroked the underside of his cheek bone. “Then, could it have been someone working here? One of the grease monkeys?”

Mystery yapped and gave his head a shake, ears flopping.

“Not… likely,” Arthur drawled out. “These models are shells, nothing useful has been incorporated into them. It’s possible the guy grabbed and jammed, if he was in a hurry. But you didn’t run into him upstairs, not in that tiny corridor. So, he was already on his way out.”

The four hung quiet a moment, debating on the assessment. Lewis broke the silence, “So, what does that mean?”

Arthur shrugged. “I’ll go upstairs and check, make sure nothing else is missing. You lost the trail?”

Mystery borked and spun in circles. Got in a car and zoomed.

“And what sort of car?”

Mystery tapped his front paws, raising one and flattening his ears down. “Mhh….”

Lewis and Vivi exchanged a look. Vivi said, “Hangs around a car garage?”

“Can’t distinguish between the different models?” Lewis finished.

Mystery snorted and left them, ears twisted back and muzzled crinkled. All this oil smells the same.

Lewis gestured to Vivi. “There’s not a lot to work with.”

“No.” She turned to Arthur. “Let’s get you upstairs so you can lie down.” Vivi leaned down and took Arthur’s upper arm. Lewis took the bag up and moved aside, while Vivi hefted Arthur off the box. “We can ask Uncle Lance about the cameras later.”

“I’m fine,” Arthur insisted, though he let Vivi aid him in getting upright. Lewis stood by, hand open as if he wanted to assist but wouldn’t move towards Arthur. “Think I was mostly stunned. Good thing these boxes were empty. Anyway, the cameras wouldn’t be much help. Aside from proving the guy was a jerk.”

“Always the optimist,” Lewis crackled. “I doubt they’ll come back around.”

“You sound real proud of yourself,” Vivi quipped, through a grin.

“I really wish you’d seen them. It was like they saw a ghost.” Lewis’ skull swiveled on his collar, and he wound his shoulders around to face the stout figure approaching them.

Lance gave his face a firm rub, before searching the group over. “Don’t mean tu break up teh powwow. Your gunna be okay, Art?”

Arthur grimaced and pulled on the edge of his vest. “I’ve been worse.”

A steely expression crossed Lance’s face, but he didn’t respond on that. “Yuh. Sure. Um, I want to head on over to my place, sleep this off. Might take the rest of the day off.” He pointed to Arthur. “And you’re not comin’ in either.”

“I already had the day off….”

“The whole week, then.”

“Uncle,” he groaned, stretching awkwardly around Vivi to facepalm.

“No. M’words final. You. Ghost Pepper.”

Lewis eye sockets surged with those fuchsia flames. “It’s Lewis, Uncle Lance. Lew-Is.”

Lance swept his arm. “C’mere. I want a word with you.��

A low rattle burned through Lewis. “Juro si este va a ser un tema recurrente….”

Lance led the way through the work floor, and into the dim corridor entrance. The shorter man stood with his arms crossed, glaring at Lewis and trying to look as imposing as he could muster without standing on his toes. Lewis met the stance, crossing his arms tightly over his chest.

“Vivi talked with you.”

“She talked with me,” Lance acknowledged, with a nod. “N’it was a good conversation. A lot tu take in. There’s a lot tu… tangle mah thoughts ‘round.” He glanced a little beyond Lewis’ shoulder. “I try not tu pry into your kids… Arthur and Viv-vi’s going on’s. I trusted… ‘em, despite whut happened to m’boy. Tu yu.”

Lewis creaked back and looked away.

Lance went on, “I thought stayin’ busy an’ doin’ their thing was right. But now, I dunno if that was what bein’ best for ‘em. She told me what ya’ll been preoccupied with, but there bein’ more she ain’t willing tu give over. All this time, I thought yu were out on the road, unmasking kooky loonies playin’ pretend. Fakes doin’ shenanigans for publicity, tryin’ to shirk a profit.”

For a minute the two stood, quiet and contemplative on the crossroads. It was not total silence, a steady thrum persisted from Lewis. Like a heartbeat, Lance was not eager to address.

“And what’s this about Arthur comin’ home, with his arm all beat tu heck?” Lance snarled. “First, he loses it. Now it’s cursed, and he can’t – he can’t furbish a replacement to make use. Keep it functional for more than… a couple months! Yu’re adults, and ya’ll got yur business tu work through, but do yu lot got yur priorities squared?”

Lewis frowned. “You’d have to take that up with the boss lady.”

Lance pressed his hands to his face and took a deep breath. “Yu and I are talkin’ it now.” He pried his hands from his face and held his palms together, against his nose.

For the first time, Lewis realized Lance’s hands were quaking. It was subtle, maybe he didn’t realize it. The stillness hung between them, while Lance struggled to get his bearings.

“Somethin’ happened between you an’ Art, I’ve seen enough tu conclude that.” Lance sighed. “Yu won’t e-Lab-or-ate on it, an’ that’s all right. It’s your business. But yu should know I am downright upset I wasn’t told about this.”

Lewis tilted his skull. “About… what?”

“About what?” he exploded. “About… everything! All of this! I deserved tu know something, any small scrap that wasn’t a lie! A bit of the truth, that’s all I ask. I can’t be there for Arthur,if he’s hidin’ away!” Lance threw his arms up gesturing nothing in particular, his breath came labored and his brow beaded with droplets. “About yu! I should’ve in the least, been told yu’d… resurfaced, or sumthin’! Whatever y’all call it. Do your parents kn—?”

“NO!” For the first time Lewis’ features snapped from gnawing fury, to wide eyed horror. “No-no! They can’t! And you can’t tell them!”

Perplexed and alarmed, Lance eased back. “Okay. I got it.” The light of the corridor fluttered, the embers in Lewis’ skull flashed.

“They can’t know about me, about what I— About what happened. Please, Uncle Lance,” Lewis rasped, the remnants of his speech drew on a rustling surge. The spirit clasped his hands together. “There’s only one thing I will ever-ever ask of you, and it’s that you never speak about what you saw here with anyone, save for Vii and Artie. Please! Don’t do that! I’m begging!”

There was something else that Lewis wasn’t saying, he could scarcely make it out in those gleaming eyes. But the utter desperation and remorse reverberating in that ‘voice’, he couldn’t bear to ask and witness the rush of agony. Lance didn’t understand, but the topic pained Lewis in some undefined way. Or, it could’ve been a trick of the light.

Lance took another step back, hitting the wall behind him. “I hear ya, they won’t… Yu have mah word.” The skull retained its defensive countenance, and he struggled to overlay what a living Lewis might’ve looked like right now.

“They uh… they’re likely waiting on yu. Art and Vii,,” Lance took a work rag from his belt and swept it across his face.. “Lewis, listen. I want to— You’ve always been a good kid.” How did he say this? “I worry abou’ ‘em, and I’m worrin’ more now thinking about… all this. You can’t, I mean – I know I can’t— I don’t want what happen….” There wasn’t a good way to deliver the request, so he gave up in a long-winded sigh.

“I’m headed off now.” Lance moved down the corridor, but only got three steps before he about-faced and marched back. “I did’t park out front.” He inched by Lewis and made it another five steps, then swung back. “It was good seein’ yu again. Yu gunna be around an’—” Before he finished, a flash of flames engulfed the figure and in the curling ash remained nothing but a faint outline. In short time, as Lance’s eyes readjusted, the murky impression faded.

“I’ll take that as a no….”

In the time that Lance took Lewis aside for a short exchange, Arthur had relocated upstairs to his work room where he currently perused through his personal gear and spare parts. When Vivi made certain Arthur would take it easy and not stress, she left to pick up some food for the evening. Given everything that went down, neither was inspired to head back to her apartment and try getting back on track. Work, even casual work stuff, could wait.

“None of the work gear got mucked with,” Arthur mentioned offhand, when Lewis materialized in a plume of heat in the doorway. He lay reclined on the sofa, his head resting on Mystery’s back while his legs sat propped by the arm rest. “Dunno how long the guy was working, since closing. Arms are easy to build, for the most part. But that paranormal stuff is kinda pricey.”

He leaned his head up to see Lewis better, when the spirit glided over behind the couch. The skull and death suit, any number of reasons why. Could’ve forgotten in all the chaos, or didn’t care. “How you holdin’ up?”

“Fantastic,” Lewis wheezed. “I have one fear now.”

That didn’t sound good. Arthur pondered if he should tease the subject further, but given the vibrant tension smoldering around Lewis he decided any other day might work better. He adjusted the new ice bag on his forehead and shut his eyes.

“Why didn’t you just, y’know, disappear? You’re good at that.” He opened his eyes and winced. Lewis was leaning on the couch, glaring down at him.

“Wasn’t really keen on leaving you in the care of your Uncle, regardless of good intentions.” Lewis lifted one arm from the couch and touched the locket thudding on his chest. “Did not expect him to go full Ash Williams with handling threats. Where’s Vivi?”

Mystery woofed.

“You should get some rest while you can,” Lewis offered. “It’d be safe now.”

Something in Lewis’ tone made Arthur leery. “You gunna keep an eye on me?”

“I won’t go anywhere without telling you.”

Mystery twisted his body around enough to nuzzle Arthur’s hair.

“I have a sneaky suspicion I should keep an eye on you.” The glare subsided, but Lewis still seemed peeved. Arthur edged a little away from the spirit, pulling his body more over onto the coffee table. “You’re not planning on going anywhere. Are you?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Damn it Lewis, I can’t tell if you think you’re being subtle or an ass. Knock it off.” Lewis expression shifted no miniscule way, aside from the faint waver of his burning eyes. Was it possible they looked much hotter than usual? “I’ll update security, put some better locks on the doors – not that it ever stopped thugs from breaking in before.” That’s why Lance had the shotgun. “We can’t go any further. We shouldn’t. And I’m ‘bout done with this.”

“How ‘bout I find this guy anyway?” Lewis stood away from the couch. “A little more inspiration, to assure they won’t even dream of setting foot here, ever again.”

Arthur got off the couch and went over to the boxes of gear, digging through the packing. “What is this fixation you have with revenge? What you’ll wind up doing is, draw too much attention to us. In our hometown no less. Get a grip!”

“My frien—” Lewis let his tone sputter out not too gracefully, and backtracked on the sentence. “You get creamed, I got shot up – I think I’m entitled to invoke a lil retribution.”

Arthur pulled out some equipment and set it carefully aside. Damn, it was tedious doing anything one handed. “You scared him off. That was enough!”

Mystery was glancing back and forth between the two. Where the hell was Vivi?

“It’s not enough,” Lewis hissed. “We’re in a fine fix on account of that-that… delincuente. And I will make certain he never comes back! What are you looking for?”

Arthur dumped one of the energy readers. “Where the heck is Vivi?”

Lewis crossed his arms. “She’d tots be on board with this scheme, and you know it.” Arthur deflated over the box.

“Shit, you’re right.” Lewis leaned over him.

“Tell me what you’re looking for, Arthur.”

Arthur cowered under the shadow. “I’ll tell you one thing, it has nothing to do with you.” Lewis’ eyes burned brighter.

“You’re lying to me, aren’t you?”

Arthur snapped his fingers. “Shoot! Damn. Can’t get one by you, can I?”

Mystery rolled his eyes and face palmed. He bled, for this?

It was not long later that Vivi was standing in the doorway with groceries, beholding as Lewis and Arthur went at each other. She had NO IDEA what was going on, it was the midpoint of some consecutive theme, bouncing around the argument that Arthur was being too passive. For Arthur’s credit, he looked like he was trying to haul Lewis up by the lapels of his death suit. It was quite the sight to walk in on. The scarce traces of embers bristled around the room, and Mystery was trying to keep them from alighting on anything flammable. Anything flammable seemed to be everything.

“—you let that thing into my home. Practically invited it!” Lewis screeched.

“What home?” Arthur snarled. “The mansion?”

“I don’t recall owning costal real estate!”

Vivi took a breath and raised her voice. “Hey, you guys gunna be okay?”

Lewis and Arthur simultaneous spat, “NO!”

She turned to Galahad, bundled in her scarf. “At least they agree on something.”

“You don’t own anything!” Arthur rebuked. “You just haunt some place and—” Lewis pointed down at Arthur.

“Don’t you dare go there, Kingsman.”

In a mad dash, Vivi left Galahad to Mystery and shoved herself between the two, breaking Arthur’s grip on Lewis. “Enough! The both of you can just take two big boy steps away.” Lewis reversed a step due to her full body shoving, but he held his glower on Arthur. “All right, listen! We all had an arguably fucked up evening, but we are not doing this tonight! Both of you! That’ll be enough!” She gave Lewis a harder shove, to dislodge him fully.

“You never had a temper like this!” Arthur snapped back, while Mystery tugged him away by the back of his vest. “The littlest things piss you off. How am I supposed to work around you when you got all these… these barriers, everywhere!” He stamped his foot.

“I’ve been somewhat overheated since my ultimately demise,” Lewis grated, “but I have been trying very-very hard to be very-very-VERRRY patient. All the same, you make that so difficult.”

At least he wasn’t resisting her asserted relocation. “And we are so proud of you,” Vivi snapped. “You’ve been working so hard, hasn’t he Arthur?” She glanced back

Arthur blinked. “Are YOU kidding me!”

“Oh my lor— Hasn’t! He! ARR! THUR!”

Arthur slapped his face. “FINE! The bare minimal, what’s the bare minimal? You didn’t roast Uncle, like you almost roasted me and Vii! I’m so ecstatic! Ya get a Gold Star!”

Lewis shifted against her palms, but seemed to calm down and eased out of leaning. The embers still lingering around the room snuffed out, leaving only the kindling scent. “Yeaah,” Lewis hummed.

There was no way to oppose that. He wouldn’t admit Arthur was right, but he did have a point. It was a lot to deal with, and not a lot of time allocated to process. Though, it wasn’t just getting shot a dozen times and dealing with Uncle Lance all in the same hour; then, the expectation of carrying on, like nothing happened – all of it scorched him. He was a little more than irritated, and he was… afraid. Afraid, when he didn’t reach Arthur in time, and frustrated he didn’t have the foresight to restrain the intruder; more than that, fretful and unsatisfied by what was left. None of this he could convey practically, yet he… he couldn’t hide it either. There was a lot he couldn’t really conceal, ignore, or repress. He could do better, but it was... hard. They didn’t know how hard this was.

The other three went quiet, as well. Arthur hadn’t dropped his hyper-lazer scowl, as if expecting some form of reckless objection – though Lewis was fresh out of those. One of Vivi’s arms remained braced across his chest, though her full-bodied leaning had regressed by multitudes. In the beats preluding his lockets dull thrum, the tension began to ebb.

At last, Lewis broke the silence, “That… would’ve been excessive, yes? He meant well, after all.” The fluorescent light flickered, like the flutter of a heartbeat. “Though not gonna lie,” he hissed, “I was on the fence about socking him.”

Vivi smacked her head against his chest and gave a muffled scream. You could have not said anything!

“It was getting a strong debate. I mean, he shot me like four times.”

“It was fifteen— Wait, I missed that.” Mystery released Arthur’s shirt, and he nearly toppled forward. “Okay. I’m…. I wanna understand, Lew. You and me, and Vivi, we have to talk about this. I don’t want you to do this.”

Vivi brought her gaze up to Lewis. “What? Wait… what is he talking about?” It dawned on her the next second, who could possibly be deserving of a nasty visit. “Artie,” she groaned, “C’mon….”

“Not helping,” he growled.

“Fine,” Lewis grated, ember eyes flashing. “Have it your way.”

Arthur glared, unconvinced. “Lew.”

“Give me the benefit of the doubt,” Lewis beseeched. Without jeopardizing his gaze, he brought a hand up and touched the locket. “I didn’t really believe further involvement on my part was necessary. I’m just… I need some time to think. To… get a grip.”

“Like literally,” Arthur huffed. He cleared his throat and tottered back, when Vivi delivered a scathing glare of her own. “Fine! Done. I’ll sleep better knowing I didn’t have a hand in someone else’s ultimately demise.” He gave Lewis a sharp look, before spinning away.

Lewis stood to the side, gazing off as if he didn’t know what to do now or where to relocate. Vivi pointed a finger, directly into his bleached skull face – warning. His glower did deepen, as she left him to collect the bags left at the threshold.

“Vivi,” his voice was distorted, echoey. “I’m heading back down to look around. When you get the chance, would you come meet me?”

A note of shock crossed Arthur’s features, but upon the direct request the alarm faded. Vivi handed over the bags.

“Sure,” she replied. She plucked Galahad up and set him on the couch, beside Arthur. To Arthur, she whispered, “I’ll keep an eye on him.”

“You both are making me so nervous.”

“I won’t be gone long.” She kissed Arthur on the forehead, and set another bag of drinks beside him. “Try and relax, please?”

Arthur took a breath and sighed. “I’ll give you three, before I start losin’ my mind.” He snared Galahad, before he could begin chewing at the supplies.

Before leaving, she charged Mystery with looking after Arthur. She wasn’t confident Arthur was fully out of the woods yet, despite Lewis’ assurance.

The workspace of the garage seemed infinitely more barren and silent, once all the excitement had aired out completely. Uncle Lance would’ve under normal circumstance shut down the lights through the entire building, save for the upper floor. As she crossed the floor, she was almost afraid the place was utterly abandoned. Not that this would matter to her, but Arthur’s distress was cause for concern. The argument between he and Lewis was nearly lost on her, but given the day it didn’t take much to deduce her living friends hesitation.

When she rounded the sportscar, Vivi uttered a squeak of relief. “I thought maybe you’d already taken off.”

Lewis actually maintained his solidity and rotated his skull, then his shoulders, but only a margin. “No. I was thinking.” He was examining the space beside the toolcart, where they located the bag of Arthur’s crafts. A number of orbs bobbed around Lewis, while he contemplated.

“Personally, I would prefer you go after this guy,” she admitted. She stepped up alongside Lewis, and gave the area a brief but mortal search. “But what would that solve?” Vivi wasn’t certain if he was aware the living guise was not restored yet, or if his focus was out of whack.

“Not a lot, I suppose,” he uttered, voice rustling. “I might head over to your apartment, and rest there for a bit.”

She meant to say, ‘You don’t have to, unless you want’. But what came out was, “I don’t think you should.”

“I’ll be well enough. So will Art,” Lewis replied. His skull adjusted, lifting a little higher than anticipated above his crisp white collar. “He and I… well, you saw.” There was something else indistinct to that tone, but it was choppy and a trial to translate. “I’ve never seen him so mad before. Not even on a botched assignment.”

Arthur had many fears, both grand or miniscule threats to his personal being. There were methods to supersede the private terrors which confronted him.

“You gunna be all right?” she posed, while reaching out to his hand. But stopped herself.

“The concern is appreciated, though I don’t think… well, I wouldn’t be in any peril.” Lewis turned fully to Vivi and set his hands on either of her shoulders, he leaned down and set the upper edge of his jaw against her bangs. An endearing skeleton kiss.

Vivi couldn’t help but giggle. “We’ll come by and check on you in the morning.” As Lewis backed away, his shape and color drained out beneath the blazing illumination of the lamps above.

“By then, we should have cooled down.” With a surge of embers, Lewis vanished entirely. His words continued to ring out, however, “No dejes Arthur to worry. He can do with taking better care of himself, for a change.”

Uncertain if Lewis was still present or not, Vivi went ahead and left the area. She called, “I’ll remind him, like usual. It’s a task easier said than done.” The atmosphere was completely palpable, when Lewis abandoned the area completely. Likely due to the anticipation, the sensation of being observed from afar evaporated. She had her suspicions, but she wanted to take Lewis’ word on the matter.

The lights too emptied out of the open airspace of the work floor, when she snapped the switches off. Her course from the entry corridor and to the ascending steps was very lonely, her perception becoming constrained with each set of lamps clicked off. A penetrating silence moved through her, while an overbearing draft kneaded her muscles. Her hand traced the wall with her ascent, each step calculated, cautious should Galahad have made his way down the steps on the behest of his most favorite person.

When she reached the private workroom, she found Arthur already fast asleep. That was good, she reckoned. Both for his bruised body, and the emotional expulsion. Arthur was entirely out cold, his good arm curled beneath his cheek and the muscles in his face relaxed – she could scarcely make out his breathing, until she closed in further. Nestled against his neck, a small ball of puff and metal.

Across Arthur’s folded legs lay Mystery, his bright eyes observed Vivi as she approached. On the ground beside the couch, rested a few crumpled wrappers of junk food and an open can of coffee drink; the caffeine no match to physical or mental exhaustion.

“Tomorrow might not be better than today,” Vivi hummed. She took a rumpled blanket from the couches back and lay it around her friends. “But it’ll deliver us further away. The only constant is that days are relentless, whether we want them or not. Take us on a journey, and though we never can return to once ways.”

She climbed onto the couch, close beside Mystery so she could lean over and scratch his neck. “There’s a place awaiting us, ready to receive the person we became. Indifferent to the changes, next year only wants to see us arrive. Scars aside, hurt and disappointment, blessings all the same. When we arrive, there will be no resentment. Celebrate who we are, and mourn the loss of who we once were. There is no turning back, and no regret, if our steps are steadfast. Survival is an artform, and I’m a masterful composer. The colors I use on my canvas will never dull. No matter how far we travel down the road, at my core I am complete.

Mystery arched his head up and licked at her hand.

“If I wasn’t, my world would crumble. Without you, the bridges fail. And the peril will never end, without you. Without you, there’s no place like home. No where to go. Without you I’d lose my way, caught up in the shadows of long-lost days.”

In the stillness of the small workroom, Vivi drifted off into a deep slumber. Perhaps assisted, perhaps not. One aspect was for certain, as it became a certainty that Vivi was well and asleep, the light of the room doused completely. The door creaked on its hinges, as an imposing silhouette eased back trailing a rose tinged vapor of light.

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neapolitanadonna · 4 years

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Omg can we have the high school headcanons with the Nordics please!!! I loved your original post!!!1

Of course!!!

Also, sorry for the general inactivity this week. I’ve been super busy with graduation things, college things, work, and everything else in between. I’ve also been having a total existential crisis cause I’m gonna be an adult and leaving to go to college soon like WHAT

Writing this gave me a crush on all of them though I wish I went to this school :/ also I use a lot of American terminologies for things which is MY BAD and I’m not trying to erase their cultures! Let’s all just assume a world wide made up fictional academy would have traditions and terminologies from all over the world, in this case varsity sports and prom-

Anyway! Here’s the original post!

Mathias Kohler

Everyone knows Mathias. Everyone loves Mathias. Mathias is the varsity volleyball captain, but doesn’t use his status as a way to look higher than everyone else. He’s the kid who dances with everyone at prom, high fives kids in the hall, stands up for kids who are being bullied, makes eye contact with teachers to let them know somebody’s paying attention, says thank you to the lunch ladies, makes sure everyone feels included, and sometimes refers to teachers by their first name just for the laughs. If you haven’t had a crush on Mathias Kohler at some point in your high school career, you would be lying. He isn’t particularly all that bright, he relies on Lukas and Berwald to get his grades up A LOT (and may or may not cheat on an algebra test here or there) but his character gets him far in school. He’s a complete goofball, but in a sweet and harmless way. However, teachers are warned ahead of time if him, Gilbert, and Alfred are put in the same class.

Lukas Bondevik

Lukas is the guy who everyone knows for one thing, but other than that, he stays on the down low. He’s the kid in your AP Chemistry class who is silent the entire year, but on the last day of school, he says something in response to Mathias being stupid, and the whole class goes wild because a) he talked, and b) he’s funny. He’s also known for being the schools witchy kid, which gains him some popularity with tiktok cottagecore lesbians, kids who watched American Horror story one too many times, and teenage girls who follow their horoscopes way too closely. In between classes or in study halls, he’ll do tarot readings for other students, which freaks out the teachers sometimes, but its all in good fun. He’s had several instances where a jock has outwardly criticized him for it, then asked him for a reading, and he would purposefully pull ten of swords or five of pentacles, just to freak them out. He’s terrible, he knows.

Emil Steilsson

For his first two years of high school, Emil is known for being Lukas’ brother, and it pisses him off. Teachers will accidentally call him “Lukas” instead of Emil, and teachers will tell him stories of how great of a student Lukas was, and how intelligent and motivated he was in school. It drives Emil half near insane. Emil is the kid you’ll find sitting in the corner of a band practice room (he’s first trumpet in his schools band, and it’s his biggest flex.) He’s snarky, funny, and a little bit disliked by teachers just because he will never kiss anyone's ass as long as he’s alive. He runs a big Instagram meme page that only a couple people know about, he doesn’t live for the clout. You can win his heart by buying him an iced coffee before first period, and hitting on him instead of his very popular hype beast best friend Leon (he gets flustered by compliments but seriously loves them.)

Berwald Oxenstierna

Unproblematic king. Everybody likes Berwald because he’s proven himself to be unproblematic, and a total sweetheart. He’s the kid who takes all the technology/home improvement/workshop electives, so most of his day is spent in that particular section of the school. However, since he’s fast to finish projects, if you ask him if he’ll make you something, he always will. He’s known for 3D printing or carving small figurines of Hello Kitty, dogs, frogs, hearts, or other cute things for girls who ask him to. Him making little things for people when they ask has become a school wide wholesome meme. Though he doesn’t really talk all that much, he’s the best seatmate to have in class. He’ll share his answers if you’re confused, and is a really good listener when you talk to him.

(I know he’s supposed to be scary in the show okay shut up he isn’t scary he’s a big softie and gen z understands that.)

Tino Väinämöinen

Tino has played high school like a video game. He is a school renowned teachers pet and a straight A student, and he does it with no shame. He’s never a jerk about it, oh no, he could never, he’s just very, very, very sweet to everyone he’s ever met. He does theater and can be very passionate about it, but hates theater kids more than anyone else. He’s the kid who will gain a cult of underclassmen who were shunned by other upperclassmen, and spill all the tea to them. All around though, he’s a very wholesome person. Everyone in the cast knows that he has a not so subliminal crush on Berwald the set designer, and they aren’t so hush hush about it. Berwald made him a small Moomintroll figure once and Tino half near went into cardiac arrest backstage. His friends will never let him live it down.

#hetalia #hetalia headcanons #hetalia imagines #hetalia scenarios #APH Denmark #APH Norway #APH Iceland #aph sweden #aph finland #mathias kohler #lukas bondevik #emil steilsson #berwald oxenstierna #tino väinämöinen

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domesticmail · 4 years

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update

SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

ya girl is off of work for the next TWO AND A HALF WEEKS LMAO. today was my last day bc i’m going on vacation !!! so in short i wanted to say:

i’m gonna be in california until the 19th, which means i am gonna have SO. MUCH. TIME. to finish fics & everything else i wanna!! i know i’ve been really lame & kinda inactive lately, but that’s gonna change. i’ve got a lot of fics in the works, including several country song fics ( @fav-imagines katie i’m so sorry you’ve had to wait so long for the mat fic akjdksjjsjsj), a brock boeser x wealthy!reader (was originally gonna be mat but then it just?? feels like brock fits better), and various pld/nolan patrick/teeks/sidney crosby blurbs!!

i’ve just been really scattered and busy bc of work & school & personal stuff, but for the next two & a half weeks, i’m gonna be MUCH more available!! so don’t hesitate to send requests in! i’ll be rbing a lot of prompt lists, so if you want to ref those, the tag will be #palm springs prompts !!!

also i am so sorry i’ve been total trash at replying, i’m trying to get better i promise

tagging some of my moots so y’all know!! @mtkachuk @softstarkey @stfukie @fav-imagines @brock-mcginny @kaceyjost @joshy-obx @stargazingstarkey

#YEAH BABY VACATION TIME #im so excited for the hot weather!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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creepy-spooghetti · 3 years

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A Hapless Endearment [Creepypasta x F. Reader]

Sorry for being inactive... I’ve been busy this week and haven’t had much time nor inspiration to post any headcanons or anything else. Forgivesies?

Chapter 3- It’s Time To Begin

A sudden crack of thunder erupts throughout the sky, making her flinch and crane her neck backward to look up at the ever-darkening clouds. The atmosphere shifts from warm to damp in an instant as rain draws nearer. Oh great, she thinks, turning on her heel to walk the two miles back to her grandparents' cottage. That's what I need. Rain. She quickens her pace, being mindful not to trip over a stray root or run into a limb dangling lower to the ground, following the plant-ridden trail that she originally took to get this far out here.

She isn't exactly sure where she is, as she doesn't recognize the seemingly endless frondescence around her, but she knows that she has to be around thirty-five to forty minutes away from the cottage. This means she will likely get caught in the storm that just abruptly appeared out of nowhere.

The air around her feels muggy and thick, and she can’t stop herself from sniffing. It grows steadily darker, though not enough to obstruct her vision any, for which she is exceedingly grateful. A bolt of lightning streaks through the sky, and following close behind is another startling clash of thunder. Forcing her legs to move at an even faster pace in an effort to get back before it starts to rain, she continuously avoids running into any plants or tripping over weeds sticking out of the ground and looping around each other.

It starts out as a small, almost unnoticeable droplet of water landing directly on her nose and slowly cascading down her skin, causing her to avert her gaze back up toward the sky anxiously. Another soon follows, this one stopping on the top of her head and dribbling down her h\c locks of hair. This is the moment that she wishes she would have brought a jacket. Well, how was I supposed to know it was going to storm?

The area around her now begins to seem more familiar, and she hopes that means she's getting closer. Maybe she can get back before it starts—

Another crackle of thunder erupts throughout the atmosphere, and not two seconds later, a shower of rain follows. She curses under her breath and now speeds up into a full-on run, desperately wanting to make it back home prior to being totally drenched. She'll need a shower at this point, anyway.

Water blurs her vision as it leaves wet trails down her face, and she can feel it as it soaks her clothes and weighs her hair down. The cool drops send chills up her spine, and she dashes down the path, trying to step on the patches of grass to avoid slipping on mud and falling to the ground. Holding her hands above her eyes to act as a sort of shield from the rain, she navigates through the condensing fog and thick greenery surrounding her b\s frame.

Every couple of minutes she steps under some branches housing abundant leaves, making a temporary shelter against the storm, though it only lasts about three or four steps before she's back underneath the mercy of the pounding rain. The nearer she gets to the cottage, the harder the rain seems to get, and it isn't long before her shoes and feet are slathered in mud and her hair is sticking to her neck.

I'm gonna get a cold, aren't I? She can't stop the annoyed huff that exits her lips, her eyes squinted as she attempts to ward off the pouring water and stop it from irritating her senses even further. The deep rumbling of the constant thunder, the pitter-patter of rain splashing against the leaves and rising puddles of water, and the invigorating breeze gently blowing against her skin would be almost relaxing if she wasn't currently being saturated as she hurries back.

In her rush to get out of the weather, she stares ahead of her in an effort to see if she can find the tranquil little house, and just for an instant forgets to watch where she's stepping, and as a result, misses a particularly thick weed, causing her foot to get caught up in it which soon has her losing her balance and falling to the dirt floor with a grunt.

She catches the majority of her body weight with her hands and allows her arms to take the brunt of the fall, though she still lands on her stomach and chest. The tips of her hair land in mud and she can feel pressure in the palm of her right hand, almost as if something was stabbing through the skin, but she doesn't pay much mind to it, too focused on returning before the weather has a chance to get even worse. Releasing an exasperated "crap", she slowly pushes herself to her feet, not taking time to look at the damage that had to have been caused, and makes sure to keep her eyes glued down to her feet and what's in front of them.

Finally, finally, after what feels like an hour, she comes upon the familiar driveway, and straight across from it, sits the quaint property that she calls her temporary home. Sighing in relief, she sprints toward the gate, hurriedly unlatching and opening it far enough so she can step through, closing it back behind her and moving to the, thankfully roofed, porch, where she meets the eyes of a very unhappy cat, who is also drenched in water, sitting on an old, wooden chair and looking at her in obvious contempt.

"Oh, you too, huh?" she mutters, brushing her hands off to the best of her ability and opening the screen door, hoping to God that her grandparents left the main one unlocked. To her luck, she grabs the knob and twists it without any trouble, and immediately steps inside, relishing in the warmth and dryness that it holds.

Marshmallow nearly trips her as he tries to push past her legs and go through the door himself, though she puts her foot up in front of him and blocks his path before he can.

"Sorry, little buddy. You'll get mud everywhere." She gently nudges him back outside, and he lets out a meow in protest, clearly not enthused about having to wait outside in the damp chill that the storm holds. Once he's out of the screen's path, she shuts it and gets a glimpse of the wet feline as he stands on his hind legs and pushes against the door with his paws, looking in pitifully and continuing to cry, even though it's mostly drowned out by the rain. She taps the glass in compassion and softens her voice just a tad. "Look, I'll dry off then I'll get a towel and dry you off, okay?"

His calls raise in volume as if disagreeing, and she can't stop the laugh of sympathy that leaves her mouth.

"It'll only be a few minutes, I promise—"

"Sweetie! Oh, my goodness, are you okay?" She's cut off by the worried voice of her grandma, who appears by her side to examine her in concern. She meets her eyes and nods reassuringly, brushing a strand of wet hair stubbornly clinging to her forehead behind her ear.

"Y-yeah, Nana, I'm fine."

"Are you sure? It's raining cats and dogs out there!"

"I'm sure." She uses the back of her hand to wipe away a stray droplet of water as it runs down her cheek before shivering slightly. Farrah's eyebrows furrow.

"My word, you're cold, aren't you?"

"Only a little," she replies, her gaze trailing down to the hardwood floor, or more specifically, the puddle that's quickly forming around her feet. "Um, will you bring a towel or something? I'd hate to get water and mud all over the floor."

"Oh, don't worry about that, hun. My biggest concern is you getting sick." She wraps her hand around her shoulder and lightly pushes her in the direction of the stairs. "Why don't you go and get cleaned up and I'll make some hot chocolate." The very sound of hot chocolate makes her heartbeat quicken, and she only nods and makes her way up the staircase, in a hurry to get the mud caking her skin off before it dries and becomes a pain to scrub.

She tries to make the journey quick so she doesn't completely soak the carpet and cause mildew to grow, and soon enters the bathroom, where she flips the light on and shuts the door to grant herself some privacy. Grasping a piece of thoroughly-soaked clothing and prying it away from her body, she lets out a quiet scoff, not very pleased with the recent turn of events.

She looks at her hand after dumping her clothes on the floor beside the sink, noticing the color red mixed in with the minuscule pieces of gravel and mud coating her hand, and after rinsing it off under the faucet, she sees a hole around the size of a pinprick permanently indented into her flesh, along with two minor scrapes around it.

A stick must've poked me, she thinks, remembering the moment she tripped and felt a sudden pressure in her palm. Sighing in discontent, she steps into the shower and turns the water on, having to wait a minute for it to get good and steamy. She rinses all of the mud from her skin and washes her hair, becoming irritated when she picks a couple of small twigs out of it and tossing them down the drain without a second thought.

The hot water cascading down her body feels relaxing, and she finds herself almost wanting to go to sleep, though she shakes off the idea pretty quickly. Sure, the weather is perfect for it, but she needs to visit with her dear grandparents whom she hasn't seen in years. Perhaps she can show Nana some of her paintings like she was planning on doing originally. She highly doubts that she would be criticized; Farrah is too nice to do such a thing, and even so, she'd be doing it gently and out of love, hoping to help rather than condemn.

Shutting the water off and stepping back out a moment after, she grabs at her arms in an effort to warm herself back up, as the temperature inside of the bathtub is much warmer than the temperature elsewhere. She wraps herself up in a towel and turns toward the fogged-up mirror, making a portrait of sorts with her arm to enable herself to see the reflection that it gives her and finding herself satisfied enough with it.

After brushing her hair she cautiously makes her way to the room that she's occupying while she's staying here, making sure that nobody is making their way down the hall while she does so, and shuts the door, going to the closet to pick out yet again another pair of clothes to wear, since her first ones got wet and dirty.

She slips on her undergarments, a pair of sweatpants, a loose-fitting t-shirt, and a pair of socks before throwing her previous clothes into the laundry room and going back down the stairs, being sure to bring an old towel with her. The pleasant aroma of hot chocolate wafts up into her nose, and she licks her lips absentmindedly, glancing into the kitchen to see Farrah mixing the warm liquid into two separate mugs.

She seems to notice her granddaughter's presence and gives her a welcoming smile, one Y\n finds absolutely calming each time. "Hi, sweetheart! How are you feeling?" The h\c girl shrugs and moves over to the front door, where she knows a certain cat is likely still waiting in front of.

"A lot better, now that I'm not covered in rainwater and dirt."

"I understand. That's not a pleasant sensation by any means." As soon as Y\n opens the door, a gust of cool breeze hits her in the face, bringing drops of rain with it. Not wanting to confront this weather again, she looks around for Marshmallow and finds him curled up beside the door, a shivering lump of soaked fur, clearly attempting to create some form of heat to lay in.

"Aw, little buddy," she coos, feeling bad that she couldn't have brought him in sooner. He lifts his head at her voice, and it's obvious that he's been trying to lick himself dry by the random tufts of fur sticking out here and there on his small body. He lets out a meow and she bends down and swaddles him in the large piece of cloth she brought with her, lifting him up in her arms and allowing the towel to soak up as much of the water as possible before she brings him back inside and closes the door.

"Oh no, is that Marshmallow?" Farrah says, and Y\n hums in response and places him on the floor after wiping off the mud from his paws. "I totally forgot about him. I guess I was too distracted." She chuckles, and the girl rubs her damp hair, watching the grateful yet exasperated feline find a nice, cozy spot on the couch before starting the process of grooming himself, once more.

"Well, he's okay, now." Her Nana hands her a mug of cocoa, and she sucks in a large whiff of it, looking around curiously. "Hey, where's Pops at?"

"Oh, he laid down to take a nap. We old people don't have too much energy to spare, anymore." Both of them walk into the living room and find seats on the couch, thankfully not disturbing Marshmallow as they do so, as he's currently sitting on the back of it, seeming quite content at the moment.

She blows on her drink, waiting for it to cool down enough to allow her to sip on it, and her eyes fall to the window, watching the drops of rain hit the glass pane and slide down the shutters. Farrah follows her gaze and flashes her a sympathetic look.

“I really am sorry about the rain, Y\n.” The teen meets her caring brown orbs attentively. “If I would’ve known it was going to storm, I would’ve told you.”

“Nana, it’s fine,” she reassures, resting a hand on Farrah’s arm. “There’s no way you could’ve known what it was going to do. Besides, I’m inside and dry now, anyway. I don’t think I was out long enough to get a cold.”

“Lord, I hope not. I would hate for you to be sick on your vacation.” She pats Y\n’s hand and takes a small, cautious sip of her cocoa.

“Yeah, that would suck.” She agrees, and copies her grandmother’s actions, putting the rim of the mug to her lips and tilting it upward in order to get a tiny drink. She can feel it burn the tip of her tongue as a strong burst of flavor erupts through her mouth, and she swallows, holding back a peaceful sigh as it slips effortlessly down her throat and warms her insides.

Haven’t had hot chocolate in forever, she thinks, savoring the smell and taste of the rich, chocolatey beverage. I forgot how good it was.

“So, hun,” Farrah starts, shifting her body around to have a better view of Y\n in her position on the couch, “what do you like to do? I mean, do you have any hobbies?”

She considers the question briefly, taking another thoughtful sip of her drink. “Well… I like to paint.”

“Oh, you do!” Her eyes seem to light up at the very thought, and she leans in closer. “I remember that. You were always giving us little art pieces that you did. There’s a drawer in our bedroom dedicated to that very thing.” Upon hearing this, Y\n glances away shyly as her cheeks glow a light shade of pink.

“Heh, y-you didn’t have to keep them. They were all just meaningless stuff, anyway.”

“Sweetheart.” Her expression morphs into one of seriousness, and her voice hardens slightly. “Nothing you do is meaningless.” She shrugs in response and bites the inside of her cheek.

“If you say so…”

“Of course I say so.” She nudges her with her shoulder in a consoling manner, making Y\n avert her gaze back at her. “So what do you paint?” The genuine interest she holds within her tone almost surprises Y\n, as she isn’t used to somebody, much less a family member, being intrigued by what she does, and it takes her a moment to gather her thoughts and form a coherent reply.

“Like… scenery, and stuff. Mountains, skylines, waterfalls. Gardens, sometimes people, though I’m not very good at that. I don’t know. It depends, really.”

“Well, that sounds absolutely lovely. Did you bring some?”

“I, uh, I brought one or two of the small ones. But I have most of the pictures on my phone."

“Can I see them?” Her eyebrows raise and her lips part a bit, attempting to contain the excitement quickly flooding into her chest as she glimpses at Farrah hesitantly.

“...Really?”

“Yeah, really! I wanna see what my little girl has been up to all these years.” A bright smile etches itself across her face, and Y\n stares at her, perhaps a couple of seconds too long, before complying and slowly standing to her feet, setting her mug of hot chocolate on the frosted coffee table as she does so.

“Okay. Just, be warned that they’re not very good.” She, herself, is proud of some of them, especially the more recent ones, though when in the presence of someone she finds that she wants to impress, her confidence steadily dwindles down and shrinks into the back of her mind, plaguing her thoughts with doubt. What if she gets laughed at?

“Oh, stop criticizing yourself. I’m sure that they’re beautiful.” Her words offer the slightest bit of relief, and the girl nods slowly and makes her way up the steps and into her room. Grabbing her backpack and taking out the two canvases—one 6x6 inch and the other 9x12— she looks down at both for any mistakes. After all, she doesn’t want to embarrass herself in front of one of the only people in her life who actually seems to care about what she likes to keep herself busy with.

One of them is a painting using watercolors, and it shows a small stream glimmering in the moonlight alongside a meadow of vivid wildflowers of yellow, pink, blue, purple, and white. She remembers doing this one when she was bored, and she got inspiration from a photo she saw on Pinterest, although a few key details were changed when she created it.

The second painting is one of the ones she worked fairly hard on, one that took around a week to complete, and she was pretty happy about the result. It shows a beam of sunlight shining down into a forest of willow trees, capturing the life beneath them in a bright, cheerful embrace. A mother fox and her two kits sneak out of their burrow dug at the bottom of a small hill, a nest of robins lay up in a branch, away from danger, butterflies flutter their wings and land gracefully on a patch of lilies.

The project had been something she had wanted to start and complete ever since she began painting with acrylics, and once it was finished, she was proud of it. Before she left to go to her grandparents’ house, she had a mental debate about whether or not she should bring it. It may have gotten broke, after all, though she eventually decided, what the heck, why not.

She made sure to pack it carefully, in a position where it couldn’t get crushed or torn easily. And it looks in perfect shape as of now, so she figures that she accomplished her goal.

She tucks both of the paintings under her arm and grabs her phone from off of her bed before walking back down the stairs to present her work to Farrah, nervousness and slight hesitancy bubbling up and making itself apparent in her stomach, once again. What if Nana doesn’t like them? She’d feel ashamed and embarrassed for even mentioning her favored activity, in the first place. Shaking her head dismissively, she attempts to gather some form of confidence as she nears the living room. It’s only her grandma, not some popular judge from America’s Got Talent. It will be fine, she tells herself. It will be perfectly fine, there’s nothing to worry about.

A rumble of thunder tears her from her thoughts, and her eyes shift up toward the ceiling, almost expecting the house to shake, though nothing of the sort happens. Ignoring the second boom of noise as it seems to get more distant, she finishes her trek into the living room and takes her previous seat on the couch, beside Farrah, and puts her phone on the table in front of her.

“Okay, so, this isn’t one of my best ones. I did it about three months ago when I was bored.” She lifts up the painting with the pond and lays the other one beside her, handing it to Farrah and giving her a clear view. She subconsciously bites her bottom lip and glances in the between the painting and the elderly woman several times, trying to read her thoughts and anxiously awaiting her reaction.

An expression of pure revelation and pride appears across her face as she stares down at the work of art currently in her hands, taking in every, well-thought-out detail to the best of her ability, her mouth dropping in astonishment and her eyebrows raising.

Y\n is unsure what to make of this; she’s never been great at reading other people’s emotions and sensing what they’re thinking. All she can do is wait for a verbal reply and hope that it isn’t one purely of criticism and distaste.

“Sweetheart…” She speaks, and Y\n’s ears perk up in recognition. “Y\n, this is gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous.” She turns to meet the girl’s e\c eyes and holds the canvas up in front of her face to better get her point across. “You did this?”

Y\n nods timidly, her cheeks raising in warmth as they flush a faint shade of pink at the compliment. “Uh, y-yes, ma’am. I did.”

“Hun, this is spectacular. Absolutely amazing. How am I just now finding out about this secret talent of yours?” It’s asked as mostly rhetorical, as they both know the reason and the answer to the question. “You said you had more?”

“I only brought two, but I have pictures of others I’ve done in my phone gallery.”

“Show me!” She gives her back the painting, and she takes it again, before handing her the second one, the larger one of the two. Her eyes scan the surface, where all of the shades blend together in a peaceful cadence of colors and a proper story, full of raw emotion and dedication.

“This is one of my favorites,” Y\n comments quietly, reaching up and petting the fluffy feline laid behind her head affectionately and looking over Farrah’s shoulder at her creation.

“My word… this is even better than the first!” She looks down in the bottom left corner, where the young girl’s signature rests, and clicks her tongue considerately. “Hun, you could have a business with these treasures.”

“I actually do want to become a professional artist. Make paintings for a living.” She tenderly takes the canvas from Farrah’s grasp and lays it atop the previous one before leaning forward and grabbing her phone. “Maybe, if I can scrape up the money to go to AAU, I can make it a reality. I’ve already gone to art camp three summers in a row, so I have practice.”

“Well, that sounds lovely. I hope you stay on that track because I think you would make an excellent artist. People all over the world would want to buy your paintings if they looked like those do.” She releases a small chuckle and unlocks her phone, scrolling to the side until she finds her gallery and clicking on it.

“Yeah, well, people are really picky about what they do and do not buy, so I dunno. A girl can dream, I guess.” Farrah wraps her arm around Y\n’s shoulder reassuringly and pulls her closer. “One of my dreams is to be recognized by April Gornik, maybe even meet her someday. She’s, like, my inspiration for half the things I paint.”

“It’s great to have goals, Y\n. I’m sure she would love to meet you. Who knows, maybe she could even teach you a thing or two about being an artist.” She smiles at the very idea and nods slightly, her thumb swiping patiently through the many photos as they appear across the screen.

“Maybe.” She clicks on one of the pictures, this one revealing an older painting based on Niagara Falls, the rainbow shooting through the sky and over the surging white water below, and shows it to Farrah, who looks at it proudly.

"That's amazing. Where'd you get that artistic talent from? I know it wasn't your father." She breathes an amused laugh in response and shakes her head in the negative.

"Yeah, it definitely wasn't him."

✭ ✭ ✭

For the past couple of hours, she had talked with her grandmother about various other things, ranging anywhere from her potential job to what else she plans on doing in the future. Does she want to get married, have a family? Where does she want to live? Is there another career she wants to pursue should the original fail?

It takes her a moment to answer each question without stumbling over her words, mainly due to the fact she isn't used to somebody being so invested in her personal life and interests as a whole. But she quickly finds that she enjoys being asked frequent questions about such things and that she's able to tell Farrah anything and everything about whatever she wants to. A bond seems to radiate between the two; Farrah is like a long-lost mother figure to Y\n, and it feels good to have finally recovered her, again.

The rain outside eventually ceases, as does the storm, and the clouds slowly thin out until they're nothing but thin streaks of white floating through the now grey-blue sky. The plants outside are coated with thick drops of water, the soil surrounding them properly soaked and allowing the roots to suck in the moisture. The very air itself smells of life, feels damp, and holds a certain cleanness to it, as if the earth has just been cleansed of evil and is made pure, once again.

The rest of the day goes by, for the most part, uneventfully, with Y\n helping and visiting with Farrah, and when he wakes up, Phil. The three stay inside of the house, neither of them wanting to go out when it could possibly start raining, again.

They have dinner; a few simple chicken strips and some homemade gravy, along with biscuits to add a bit of variety. It fills Y\n up well, and by the time all of them are finished eating, it's nearing eight o'clock. Despite the late hour that she awoke this morning, she feels drowsiness seeping through her body and making her mind hazy. Perhaps it's the stress of everything finally weighing down on her and causing her to collapse, or maybe it's the lack of stress, at last, allowing her to get the rest that she greatly yearns for.

Releasing a small yawn, despite how much she tries to fight against it, she stands from where she had been previously lying down on the soft, delicately-patterned sofa, and discreetly rubs at her eye. "You alright, hun?" Nana's voice erupts from behind her, and she glances back and gives a tired smile.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Just feeling sleepy."

"Well, go on to bed. Get all the rest you need; that's why you're here, after all."

"I'm here to see you guys," she argues halfheartedly. "I'd hate to cut this time short just cause I'm tired."

"Y\n, you've been visiting with us all day. Besides, you've been through a lot. More than what a person should ever go through, especially someone of your age." She parts her lips to further proclaim her point, though when she sees the final expression formed across the woman's face, she huffs lightly in defeat and internally rolls her eyes.

"Fine."

"That's more like it."

"You going to sleep on us?" Phil interjects from his recliner, momentarily taking his attention off of the old sitcom that's playing on the small flatscreen TV sitting across the room and onto his granddaughter. Y\n shrugs hesitantly, holding back another yawn that tries to escape past her lips.

"I guess so..."

"I see. You get here then you leave again." His voice sounds serious, though anyone who listened closely enough could hear the playfulness hidden inside. His wife lightly slaps his hand from where it's resting against the arm of the chair in a scolding manner.

"Oh, hush up, Phil. She's tired. You've been sleeping near about all day."

"I know, I know!" He puts his hands up in front of his face defensively. "I was just joking! Jeez, woman." Y\n watches the two bicker in amusement, unable to decide which person she ultimately agrees with. Just in case she's forced to take a side. Farrah only scoffs, and Y\n leans in to give both of them a warm, fleeting hug, trying to put all of her unending love for them in that one gesture.

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight, hummingbird," Phil says.

"We love you."

"I love you guys too, Nana." She begins to walk toward the staircase. "Call if you need anything."

"You, too!" Then she makes her exit, stopping by the bathroom to do her nightly routine before heading into the bedroom and changing into her pajamas. The world outside has yet to darken enough to allow stars to peak down, but the bright illumination of the moon can be seen far off into the sky, if only somewhat. To her, it's a relaxing scene to go to sleep to, and she crawls beneath her covers soon after turning off her light and plugging her phone in to charge.

Something about it feels tranquil, and she finds herself wishing that her parents never come back to get her. She doesn't have many friends back home anymore, if she can even call it that, and her lifestyle is less than desirable, largely considering the fact that she can have a perfectly good, stable, loving environment right here, where she could continue to grow, and do it healthily, this time.

Her eyes slowly flutter closed, and she lets out a relaxed sigh, allowing her consciousness to drift off into the deep, dark hollows known as sleep.

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"What are we going to tell her?" Phil, now sitting up fully in his chair and staring at the aged woman beside him, asks, concern showing in his crystal blue orbs. Farrah lets out a distressed breath, burdened by the confounding information her husband recently shared with her.

"I don't know, Phil. It would... it would crush her if she knew what happened."

"Well, obviously. But we can't keep her in the dark. She asked about them. It's only a matter of time before she asks, again." Farrah pinches the bridge of her nose in apprehension, finding it hard to focus on what they should do to solve this issue. Do the right thing. But what's the 'right' thing?

"We just got her back. I don't want to make her upset the rest of her trip..."

"Yeah, neither do I. But we have to do something."

"Okay, okay. We'll just... wait until she brings it up, again." Phil raises his brow at her suspiciously. "Then we'll figure it out from there." Thoughts of perturbation swarm her mind, and she clenches her fists in an effort to calm her jangled nerves. "Phil... we already lost three babies. I don't... I don't want to lose another." Her voice cracks, showing the strain that this whole event has had on her, and she buries her face in her hands to conceal the tears threatening to flow from her eyes.

"Baby, hey, hey." His tone softens, and he moves over to the couch to sit beside her, wrapping his arms around her smaller, frail frame comfortingly. "We're not gonna lose this one. I promise." She leans into his embrace and quivers vaguely, shaking her head in doubt.

"You can't promise that."

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Darkness. That's all she can make out at first, as she blindly stumbles around, desperately trying to find a way out of this soul-crushing gloom that surrounds her. She blinks, and blinks, and blinks, even rubbing at her eyes to rid herself of the dull, emotionless scenery, until eventually, her wish is granted, and instead of never-ending darkness, she figures out that she's standing in the middle of a forest.

The trees are all dead, their leaves having fallen long ago and leaving their branches bare and sharp. The flowers, or what she assumes used to be flowers, litter the lifeless ground below her feet, their stems drooping low and petals losing all original shape and color as it becomes pitiful piles of what could have once been beautiful plants. A heavy, morbid breeze blows, ruffling the brown grass and sweeping through her hair in what she can only describe as a taunting way.

Chills zip up her spine, and she suddenly gets the feeling that she isn't alone. Spinning around frantically to find someone, any form of life in this dead, empty place of horror, she spots a flash of color as it disappears behind the trees, out of her immediate sight. She feels a tug in her chest, an invisible force pulling at her heart and begging her to follow.

She doesn't want to listen to it. She wants to ignore it and walk away, though something tells her that she can't simply just walk out of this place. At least not alive. So she complies, hesitantly, and begins her chase after the mysterious blur of color that made itself present in her vision for only a mere second, but it was enough to gain her attention. Draw her curiosity. Forcing her way through the dead trees, she notices a thick fog appearing steadily around her, altering her vision severely though not enough to force her off of the trail.

Determination strikes her body, and suddenly, she wants nothing more than to find that figure of color. Confront them, ask them what their problem is. Why she's here, force them to take her back. An ominous force wraps around her mind, so abruptly it's almost blinding, and she feels nausea gripping at her stomach and squeezing. It's fear. Pure, raw fear that she's never felt before in her entire life.

Her breathing becomes more labored as she quickens her pace, and no sooner than she does, her foot catches on an unknown object and she comes tumbling down to the ground with a pained grunt, her arms taking the majority of the impact and shielding her face from the dirt underneath her body.

It takes but a moment to collect her bearings, and as she leisurely rises to her full height, she catches a whiff of a smell. A bitter, rotten smell. An odor that's so strong, so rank, it reminds her of the possum that crawled under their house that one time when she was seven years old and died. They had to call the exterminator to pull out its rotting, maggot-infested carcass and burn it.

She crinkles up her nose in disgust at the distant memory and tries to pinpoint exactly where the smell is coming from. Stumbling to her feet, she glances around to the best of her ability but finds her efforts are fruitless. It seems so close, but yet so far away at the same time.

She finally spots a lump right beside her feet; the very same lump that she tripped over not a minute earlier, and she bats away the fog with her hand and squats down to get a better look. She recognizes something. The color. A light, serene shade of green. That's what it's wearing. A green t-shirt.

The smell gets stronger, she just knows it's coming from this motionless figure lying on the ground. Nearly gagging though wanting to get a closer look, she leans nearer, noticing a mop of messy, platinum-blond hair covering his head. It's a 'he', she knows it is. She pinches her nose and nudges him with her foot, though he still doesn't make any move to signify he's conscious. Or even alive.

Her heart rate quickens, and she puts quite a bit of strength into the next push she gives him. His body is quite small, which is why it takes her off-guard when he's so difficult to move. As if he's being weighed down by an invisible force. His body is rolled over, enough to give her a clear look at his face, what he looks like.

What she identifies as blood leaks from a large wound in his forehead and dribbles down his face, causing her to let out an audible gasp and tumble backward from shock in an effort to get away. She knows this boy. She knows him all too well, even though she hasn't seen him for years on end. Wyatt.

Her mind is in a frenzy as she stares at his corpse, breathless, motionless. Dead. An expression of absolute terror is etched onto his ghostly pale features, and she feels hot tears pricking at her eyes. How did this happen?? Why-why did this- what happened!

Her breathing is fast and hard as she covers her mouth, trying to contain the sobs from spilling from her lips and alerting whatever else may be here, on the prowl. Waiting for her. Looking for her. No, this can't be happening. He's only a kid. He was only a kid...

That breeze once again flurries around her shaking frame, bringing a warning like no other with it. "Remember this," it whispers softly in her ear. "Remember what happens when you fail to listen."

～

Shooting up in the bed with a strangled gasp, she looks around her room frantically, doing a mental reality check, as if to make sure that she's still here. That he's gone. That it's gone. Tears freely stream down her warmed cheeks, and she shakily runs her hands through her hair and tries to slow her breathing and the rapid pace of her heart. She swallows, perhaps a bit too hard, because she ends up gagging herself and almost throws up in her own lap, right on her bed.

A squeak exits from between her parched lips, and she moves her frantic gaze out toward the window, hoping to find some form of comfort in knowing, confirming where she's currently at, rather than where she was just moments before. Just a dream, just a dream, just a dream.

She sucks in a cooling breath and wraps her arms around herself, staring intently at the treeline on the other side of the natural driveway as she makes sense of everything around her. It's okay, it's okay, you're safe, you're safe. He's safe. He's okay. It doesn't exist, it's just in your head.

Something catches her eye, and she leans closer to the window, attempting to rid herself of the salty tears making her vision blur and get a clear image of what she's seeing. Or, at least, what she thinks she's seeing. After a failed attempt, she wipes her eyes on her arm and looks again. Something white, reflecting the moonlight where it shines down from the sky and gaining her attention even further.

With her fast, shallow breaths and busy mind, she finds it hard to concentrate, so all she can make out is something beige. Its height isn't very intimidating, at least not from her distance. Is that... a man? With a mask? She blinks, processing her assumptions and praying that they aren't true. And he's... is he watching me?

Releasing an unsteady, nervous sigh, she stares at it for around thirty seconds, before it turns abruptly and disappears behind the trees and likely deep into the forest. She sniffles, keeping her gaze locked in that exact spot until her eyes begin to get heavy, again.

No! No, I can't go to sleep... not again. She shakes her head, getting rid of the drowsiness to the best of her ability and turning to grab her phone. Gotta keep myself distracted. I can't go back to sleep. Otherwise...

Her e\c orbs anxiously shift back toward the woods, and she bites her lip. Who was that guy...?

#Creepypasta #Creepypasta x Reader #Female Reader #Creepypasta Fanfiction #x Reader #Y\n L\n

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skvaderarts · 3 years

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Hiraeth Chapter 19: Informative

Masterlist can be found Here!

Chapter Nineteen: Informative

Note: Sorry for any lingering mistakes. I wrote this entirely on my phone during a road trip with a friend so that it would be done on time. It’s just been one of those busy weeks, you know? Anyway, sorry for any mistakes. I tried my best to spell-check it, but still.

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Deciding to leave when they did had been perhaps the smartest thing they could have done, given the circumstances. As if on cue, the weather had taken an abrupt turn for the worst, a thick fog rolling in from the north that threatened to obscure their vision and keep them trapped where they were. The chilly air that it brought with it wasn't so much unpleasant as it was unexpected as the day had been warm for the season up until then.

Leaving their father and uncle to sort out things on their own was a no-brainer this time around. Normally they would take steps to make sure that their father didn't murder Dante, but this time they just couldn't be bothered. Someone had to convince Lucia and Sirrus that they were not a family of savage idiots that only moved to harm one another. Though in Lucia's case, she had probably come to some conclusion in regards to that long before they had met her. She and Dante we're old friends after all.

As they opened the front door to the office and headed towards the van, V stopped for a moment. Despite its abnormal timing, the cool air was a welcome respite from the weather in Lucia's homeland this time of year. It had been humid and got there, quite literally the polar opposite of the kind of weather that he tended to gravitate towards. No, he liked it just like this. A cool breeze and some optional rain or fog. He'll, even some snow was preferable to the humid nightmare that was the more tropical corner of the world that they had just vacated. He didn't even have the right type of clothes for that sort of place, and much like his younger sibling, he didn't exactly tan. That was entirely enough for him.

Just as he stepped towards the lower part of the stairs, a hand reached out and tapped him in the shoulder, taking him entirely off guard. Turning to face whoever had just touched him, he couldn't help but allow his confusion to become evident on his face. It was rare that other members of the team touched him, and it was even rarer that his father so much as came near another person at all, let alone made physical contact with them. And no, using Yamato to impale or otherwise harm them didn't count. What strange Lovecraftian nightmare was this?

Turning to face him fully, V gave him a perplexed look, unsure as to what this could be about. He'd never really seen Vergil make… whatever the face was that he was making at the moment. He seemed almost amused, and that wasn't an emotion that he could honestly say he'd ever really been able to associate with his father. While he was aware that he did, in fact, possess a sense of humor, he couldn’t say that he fully understood it or was able to accurately guess what he might actually find entertaining. But he'd clearly done something that the older devil slayer found at least somewhat amusing, so that was a place to start.

"Did you need something?" V asked calmly, unsure as to how to take this sudden shift in his father's generally calm and somewhat cold persona. He was used to Vergil being more… predictable. And right now, he was anything but that. Despite the fact that he knew this didn’t pose a threat of any sort to him, he just couldn’t shake the strange, insidious feeling that he felt brewing in the very pit of his stomach. It was as if a knot that he couldn’t untangle had manifested within the very depths of his core, and he couldn’t place its location any more than he could understand its underlying cause.

Giving him an almost knowing look, Vergil glanced momentarily in Lucia's general direction, his eyes lingering on her for a moment as he seemed to quietly consider something. V had to turn in her direction to see that his father was even looking at her in the first place since his back was to the van and he was facing the large office doors that Vergil had decided to lean against. After a moment, the Darkslayer crossed his arms, looking at his son with a slightly more serious look than he had possessed a moment ago. It seemed that whatever he’d been thinking, he was about to actually express in words.

"... I've noticed that you seem to have feelings for that girl. Dante's friend. Were you planning to act upon them, or simply pine fruitlessly from a safe distance." Vergil inquired calmly, his slightly humored demeanor resurfacing slightly as he seemed to make a consorted effort to actually hide it. He clearly found something about this very entertaining, but he wasn't going to say as much. At least not at the moment.

V's entire mental process instantly stalled like an overheating car engine. He genuinely regretted the fact that he had not just taken the opportunity to leave and head to the van with the others when he had the chance. Were they actually having this conversation right now? Because it sure as hell seemed like they were. And did this even count as a conversation? Normally it required at least two people for a conversation to take place, and he couldn't will himself to speak a single word. Vergil took that opportunity to continue.

"Because if that was indeed your plan of action, I feel somewhat inclined to point out that it would get you nowhere. Inaction normally has that effect. I would be remiss to not take the opportunity to remind you of that, regardless of the fact that you are intelligent enough to have figured that out for yourself by now." He continued nonchalantly, either not noticing the slightly wide eyes, pupal dilated, utterly flabbergasted expression, or shear and unadulterated horror on his eldest son's normally neutral face or genuinely not caring. Either way, that wasn’t going to stop him from making his opinion on the matter known, regardless of how much he was sure his son probably wanted it to.

The young white-haired summoner attempted to force his brain to conjure up some meaningful response to what would otherwise be a simple inquire for his father, but the mixture of confusion and horror that he found himself in was entirely too strong to allow for that level of cognitive function. How had his father even noticed that? Was it that obvious? Was he actually that bad at hiding his thoughts? In truth, he wasn't entirely sure as to whether or not his absentminded meandering in regards to Lucia was the result of the fact that he found her undeniably lovely, or something more than that, but the fact that Vergil could tell that he felt anything towards her at all was admittedly startling to him. What if Lucia had noticed as well. He didn't want her getting any sort of incorrect notions as to his intentions, especially when he didn't fully understand what his intentions were in the first place.

"Wh… why would you ask me something like that?" V asked breathlessly, unsure as to what else he could even say about the matter. This entire situation was highly irregular. Or was it? Did fathers normally question their sons about matters that pertained to their love life, especially when those sons were adults? Truthfully, V didn't have any prior knowledge as to the legitimacy of that fact. He'd never had any friends to ask or even see this happen to, and it had never been a thought that had crossed his mind. But one thing that he did know was that this was an exceedingly uncomfortable topic of conversation, and every second that he took part in it, willing or unwilling (and it was most certainly unwilling), he could feel himself die inside, aging little by little until he lost all cognitive function and simply ceased to exist any longer.

Seemingly slightly confused as to his son's reaction, Vergil folded his arms and blinked slowly for a moment. Yes, it seemed that V absolutely had no idea what he was getting at, did he? The eldest Son of Sparda liked to think that he had a pretty good line in gauging others’ reactions and body language in regards to trying to find out if they were being truthful or deceptive, and he couldn’t say that he thought that his son was lying. If anything, he seemed genuinely shocked that he had asked him a question of this sort, and Vergil was both further amused and slightly confused by his son's intense mental backpedaling. Was this topic of conversation really that horrifying to him? Because that would explain quite a bit about V's overall reaction to it.

"Perhaps because I noticed that you invited her to your home. And your total inability to stop looking at her with that lost expression or your face or so much as form a complete sentence in her presence. There are several factors at play here. Do not insult my intelligence. I am not blind." Vergil paused for a moment, noticing the fact that V seemed both physically and mentally exhausted by the very concept of having this conversation. Was his oldest child absorbing even a monochrome of the wisdom that he was trying to impart upon him? "And I am willing to imagine that she is not blind, either. It would be a miracle if she hadn't at least clued into your affections for her by this point. It might be best to simply tell her. If you can get your brain to function in her presence for that long, that is. And I have my doubts."

If he had been a slight bit less physically sick from the conversation that he was taking part in at that moment, he probably would have been somewhat insulted by that comment. But instead, he just nodded involuntarily, his subconscious eager to produce some sort of meaningful reaction to his father's advice. He wasn't really sure if it had achieved the desired result, or simply served to make him look even less intelligent than he was willing to assume he probably looked at the moment, but he couldn't make himself dwell on that long enough to care, even though he knew that he should.

"Thank you?" V said in an unsure tone, entirely unsure as to what he was supposed to say in this situation. All he knew was that he wanted to get out of this situation as quickly as possible, and that the others were waiting for him in the van. His absence was probably starting to seem slightly suspicious, and the last thing he wanted to do was have to explain why his father had held him up for this long. "We are absolutely not having this conversation right now, father. We have to go, and I am holding up the others. I must go before they began to question what is taking me so long."

As he glanced towards the van, he felt the need to add something before. "By the way… please don't say anything to her on my behalf until I figure out how to produce. I beag of you. I need time to think, and I would probably die from pure mortification alone."

Vergil looked somewhat frustrated by that statement. "That is not biologically possible. Dying from embarrassment isn't something that you can physically do. And you tend to take longer than they do to arrive at a destination as it currently stands regardless, V. But very well." Vergil cringed internally as he saw the somewhat questioning look on V's face. Sometimes his eloquent thoughts did not translate well to actual spoken dialogue, especially in regards to situations where he wasn't actually trying to sound like a petulant unfeeling cold bastard. And yet, here he was, doing just that yet again. Was this an involuntary action on his part?

The younger man stared at him for a momnet, almost physically combing through his thoughts as he tried to come up with a satisfactory reassessment of himself. Did he actually walk that slow? He liked to think that he didn't. While he was aware that he did in fact walk at a speed that was lacking when compared to the rest of his compartiots, he didn't think that it was that slow. Did the others notice and simply not point it out to him out of a sense of politeness, and his father was the only one who actually had the never to point it out to him? Because now that he thought about it, that was entirely possible. They were all generally quite kind to him, even when making fun of him as Nico liked to do from time to time. But Vergil didn't possess such qualms.

"Disregard my former statement. It was not entirely factual." Vergil sighed, turning to look back through the door that he was behind before looking forwards again. "I would advise you to seek Nero's consol in regards to these sorts of matters. You’re clearly not going to take in anything meaningful that I am trying to imprint upon you, and he has at least made it a bit farther in that regard than you have at present. I may simply be out of touch. According to Dante, I'm "old."

For a moment, V stared at his father. A sympathetic look crossed his face as he considered the ramifications of that statement, and the strange sorrow in his father's tone of voice as he spoke those words. He couldn't be entirely sure as to why, but it seemed that his father genuinely didn't like being considered older. Perhaps it was simply a result of the narrative that he might be out of touch, or something as profound as being a personification of the deep regret that he probably felt in regards to the things that he could no longer experience. His youth was indeed gone, along with the opportunities unique to it, but somehow he knew that this wasn't about that. The younger man had literally no way to know for sure without asking his father, and that was off the table at the moment. But what he did know was that he might be able to say or do something, anything to help.

Reaching out with a mixture of reluctance and uncertainty, V placed his hand on Vergil's shoulder. He admittedly expected him to pull away it react in anger in some way, but he decided to take the risk regardless. After all, he was unlikely to physically harm him over the gesture, and he was used to being rejected in regards to this sort of thing. But to his surprise, all his father did was give him a curious look, allowing his gaze to wander up to his arm, following the thin limb up to his fingers until he seemed to mentally register that V had indeed just voluntarily touched him. He then looked back at V quietly, seemingly unsure of what to really say about the matter at hand.

"... You’re not old. At least I don't think so. I'd like to imagine you still have quite a bit of life left in you. It’s a mindset more than it is a physical condition, at least as far as I am concend. But it’s not my place to say that. You can believe whatever it is that you want to believe. You've earned that right a few times over by this point." He turned back towards the van, taking a reluctant step down the first step as he released his father’s shoulder and allowed the limp appendage to fall back toward his side. "I have to leave now. If you are both still alive come morning, please make your way over. It may be easier to make whatever preparation you wish to make in a place with power. And running water, for that matter. Something tells me that you might not have that, either. Dante seems to fail to pay his utility bills in batches. But until then, have a good night. And please… never bring this topic of conversation up again."

While he understood why his father had done so, he was somewhat sure that he rather die than allow his father to give him "the talk". It was a horrifying concept that literally aged him to the point where he lost years of his life, and he never wanted to revisit it again. He had no idea what had possessed his normally quiet father to make him even r=bring this up instead of watching in the background like he would like to assume he did, but he hoped that whatever that force of nature was, it left and never returned. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy speaking to his father, it was that this was far from the topics of conversation that he felt comfortable discussing with literally anyone else aside from the person they were directed towards, and even the, that was a stretch.

Vergil nodded in regards to his son's words. While he was not sure yet if he would humor his request or press the issue, he would leave it alone. He allowed his hand to drift almost absentmindedly to the place where his son's hand had been only a minute ago, letting it linger there momentarily as he watched the van pull off down the street and around the corner, disappearing from sight. He was now starting to wonder if he had been somewhat mistaken in regards to which of his sons was actually the intelligent one. Or perhaps they were just equally unintelligent in regards to romance. But he had to assume that there was a certain charm to that, even it if was somewhat pathetic in nature. But that was enough of that for now. He had tried.

Now to see to maters with Dante. And he had a feeling that there would be a reckoning store for him.

(-~-)

Do you hear that sound? That’s the sound of V dying inside because his dad just tried to bring up his love life in a conversation with him. Poor thing! And we thought that Dante not having power was bad… see you all next week on Wednesday! I hope you liked this chapter! Bye bye!

#Post Devil May Cry 5 AU #V #Vitale #Vergil #Hiraeth #DMC #DMCV #DMC5 #Devil May Cry #Devil May Cry 5 #Devil May Cry V #V DMC #V DMCV

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eyeslikefoxglove · 4 years

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Episode 12 - Blanket and kittens for Lan WangJi & Foxglove really wants a fake relationship AU fic

Hello hello! I am having a lazy Sunday so you get more than one episode! Tomorrow I start running again after months of inactivity, so pray for me. And I’ve also been conscripted into gardening now that the weather is good.

I don’t know if I should admit this or not, but I’m sure I’m making pretty much the same faces as the Peacock during WC’s speech.

LWJ bb he’s both boiling with anger and so fucking defeated and I want to give him hot tea and a blanket and lend him my shaky cat (he’s got cerebellar ataxia) because he’s the cuddliest of the four. Speaking of LWJ and cats I’m pretty sure even my scaredy big boi would like him, he’s so chill.

Me *clears throat*: MIANMIAN IS LANLING JIN’S SINGLE BRAINCELL.

As much as I love my wife’s quick thinking this is when WC decided to be a creep to her and I can’t fully enjoy this bit.

How many times has WWX turned to look at LWJ? I should’ve counted them.

This scenes are triggering my “issues with authority” even more than Cloud Recesses did, nothing makes ya girl don’t do something like someone telling me to do it.

(But listen, the other week, travelling home a very nice pleasant policeman was asking everyone the routine question “why are you travelling [to this place]” which he needs to ask bc of this damn plague I guess, and I had to bite my tongue hard bc my automatic response was “none of your business”. One day I’m going to get fined/arrested because I can’t keep my mouth shut y’all)

WWX: *gremlin mode activated*

LWJ: *literal sigh of relief*

Nooooo don’t make best boi WN sad.

It’s the comb y’all. The comb!

I think WC missed the memo they passed around about never trying to publicly humiliate WWX.

WWX: *gremlin mode activated* this one is for the bae.

[Look at me frothing at the mouth bc none of these dumb kids put their hair up or tied back their sleeves while working with fertiliser. City boys, honestly]

The Peacock is thirdwheeling WangXian and wondering if complying with WC’s bullshit should not have been better. Honestly he’s suffering.

Peacock: WWX is trying to flirt and LWJ is clearly mad at him and why am I here. I want MianMian (in a totally siblings way tho, XuanLi ftw).

Ooofff blanket and kittens for LWJ.

WC: what are you two whispering about.

WWX: that I want him to bend me over a tree and fuck me.

WC: ... what?

WWX: what?

LWJ: *Already dragging WWX away* Mark your words.

(I’m sorry for this stupid dialogues I keep “fixing” I think I’m funny and I have to share it with the world)

Although the actual sick burn in the show is also a work of art tbh.

You pissed off LWJ my dude.

WC: I assume you’re asking him about the Yin Iron.

WWX: actually I was asking for a quickie, but go off I guess.

Uuigngughdhf, now that I’m rewatching more carefully to write the commentary I can almost pinpoint all the times some sort of silly AU fake/pretend relationship fic could’ve been born. And it hurts my soul because that’s one of my favourite tropes. Especially when the two poor souls involved just have to ham it up continuously to get away with whatever they’re trying to pull off.

“Are you trying to topple the current corrupt offical?”

“What? No! He just wants a bj”

Wtf is LWJ’s outer robe LACE!? WHO THE FUCK BRINGS LACE TO A HOSTAGE SITUATION?

Is it only me or does it look like they already roughed WWX up a bit before throwing him in the dungeons?

It’s ChengQing!!!

I believe WQ was very much into girls but I’m giving the show props for making me ship these two. Do I hc everyone who doesn’t explicitly state their sexuality as bi or pan? I absolutely do.

I’m getting sniffly bc it’s best boy WN and human sunshine WWX being soft with each other and I can’t. Also, typical WWX, he’s being mauled by a dog and the instant he sees WN he goes “but are u and big sis ok. Do u need a hand.” Never change cupcake.

Waaaaait a minute. WN is saying LWJ got his leg broken because they couldn’t get his fragment of the Yin Iron, but you clearly see him dropping it when the leg breaking happens. So is it a fake one? Or are the Wens spreading misinformation? I’m sorry if it is obvious and I missed it, Sunday brain.

NHS’s face what he realises what he’s said. Aw my poor bb. (Blanket and kittens for LWJ as always)

This might be petty and stupid, but the guards clearly didn’t do anything when NHS moved out of his row, or when WWX started eating, so I’d just plant my ass on the ground the second WC turned his back and start playing hand-slapping games with whomever wanted to join. Passive insubordination if you will (maybe there is a cultural thing in them staying upright all this time, a show of defiance or something). So yeah, you want me up and in formation? I’m gonna do the exact opposite my friend.

Also, getting war med school flashbacks because if staying on your feet for hours unable to move and with nothing happening isn’t what happened in my surgery classes I don’t know what is.

LWJ has absolutely reached the “Try Me Bitch” level and with that glare he’s wearing I can believe no guard is trying to make him read. Listen I love angry and defiant LWJ and I will be pointing out as many moments as I can spot.

Jesuschrist let me scream about LWJ’s broken leg a little more. I don’t know what’s like to walk on a broken bone (again, don’t do it) but I know what’s like to have abdominal pain so severe (hi endo how are you) that you can only crawl so every time I see him struggling I remember my own thing.

Look at him, he needs to take deep breaths to even talk my bb.

WWX is such a good boy my god.

That’s all for this chapter so thanks for reading!

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bentonluna · 4 years

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10 Steps to Attract the Life You Want

By Heather Mathews Author of Manifestation Miracle

“What you seek is seeking you.” - Rumi If I told you that you could create the exact type of circumstances you want, would you call me crazy? What if your very thoughts could create ripples of change that not only impact your life… …but those around you as well? Philip, a call center worker from the Philippines certainly didn't think so. He dreamed of moving overseas so he could secure a better life and provide for his family. But at every turn, his own mind shut down every opportunity he thought of. For instance, Philip considered seeing an immigration consultant, but he either “didn't have the time” or “couldn't afford it”. So, he resented his situation and cursed himself (and the world) for his “bad luck”. He didn't realize that the real culprit was his mindset - not his circumstances. And it seemed like the more he ruminated, the more bad things happened. Thus, he kept feeding the cycle of being stuck in a rut and feeling bad, trapping him even more. That was, until his aunt Sara introduced him to the Law of Attraction. Turning the tide Before she moved to California, Sara had been close with Philip and treated him like a son. She had her own share of struggles finding greener pastures abroad, but she applied the principles from the Law of Attraction to overcome them. So she sent a few books on the topic to Philip through Amazon so he could gain the clarity to turn his life around. Click Here To Discover the Lazy Person's Secret To Get Everything You've Ever Wished For At first, Philip didn't really think much of it, but he decided to read through the books since his aunt went through the trouble of sending it over. After he started applying the lessons he learned from the material, things started to change for him. It came as a complete shock to Philip - he never thought in a million years that making a simple shift in his thinking could have such a direct and POWERFUL impact in his life. And soon enough, the fog of negativity and despair around Philip lifted and he found a way to make his dreams happen. Through his persistence, he was eventually able to borrow the money he needed for the consultation fees, and learned the step-by-step process to get work overseas. Philip was finally able to find a fulfilling and rewarding career in Australia. Not only does he get to support his family back home, he also made friends and enjoys his new life abroad. Just a few months ago, Philip's parents started their own business, thanks to his help. At the rate they're going, his family could save enough so they can pass on their business to another relative and follow Philip to Australia. ould wait for Philip to take the offer so they can move there instead. Whatever option Philip chooses, the possibilities for him are almost limitless. But he's just one of thousands who made the Law of Attraction to work for him. Like Philip, a lot of people are initially discouraged to try because they think it takes a lot of work. But the reality is that it's surprisingly easy to get started. You just need to follow these 10 Super Simple Steps to Attract Everything You've Ever Wanted: Step #1: A little gratitude goes a long way The first thing you should learn about the Law of Attraction is that it operates on energy. YOUR energy, to be exact. Everyone has a different kind of energy they bring into the world, and it affects them in ways they often don't see or appreciate. The secret lies in the FREQUENCY of a person's energy - and you need to raise yours in order to change your life. Think of your unique energy as a sort of gas that fills the space of your reality. Whatever “gas” or “energy” you pump out into your immediate space will define your existence. Viktor Frankl, a psychiatrist and Holocaust survivor, said this in his book, “Man's Search for Meaning”: “To draw an analogy: a man's suffering is similar to the behavior of a gas. If a certain quantity of gas is pumped into an empty chamber, it will fill the chamber completely and evenly, no matter how big the chamber. Thus suffering completely fills the human soul and conscious mind, no matter whether the suffering is great or little. Therefore the "size" of human suffering is absolutely relative.” So if you want to invite great things into your life, you need to set the stage first. And you can do that by leading with the right energy. That's why being grateful and appreciating what you have is powerful way to re calibrate your frequency. Most folks hold off on feeling this way for AFTER they get what they want. But that's putting the cart before the horse, as the saying goes. When you LEAD with gratitude, it will act as the precedent for everything good that follows. Click Here To Discover the Lazy Person's Secret To Get Everything You've Ever Wished For What I like to do is start of my day by making a list of things that I'm grateful for. If I miss anything, I save it for later and update my list at the end of my day. And when I go over my list during the weekend, I'll see exactly how much good stuff I've accumulated. This creates a kind of snowball effect and helps me attract even MORE good stuff down the road. Step #2: Be generous This can be a challenge for some people if they feel like there isn't enough to go around. But if you take the initiative to SHARE whatever you can without asking anything in return… … you'll generate the kind of energy that attracts prosperity for everyone… …including YOU. Again, this is the Law of Attraction at work. Try offering your time, talents and material wealth to those who need it - you'll soon invite blessings without even trying. Step #3: Visualize your future What I find amazing about kids is how powerful their imaginations are. When they role-play with other children, you can see in their eyes how REAL their games are to them. This is something that's lost on grown-ups, and it's important to recapture that ability to envision the kind of reality you want. The Universe likes to play games with us- the better you are at visualizing, the more you'll be rewarded. Like I said, a certain type of energy attracts a certain kind of reality. So if you focus your energy and thoughts on that dream job you want or the car you've always wanted to drive, you'll raise your frequency to ATTRACT those exact things. Step #4: Let the negativity pass When the bad times roll in and you feel like dirt, sometimes it's better to step aside and let it run its course. Having negative thoughts and emotions are totally normal, but you don't always have to wrestle with them. You can simply acknowledge what's going on in your inner world - then CHOOSE to keep moving forward anyway. Let this negative energy pass through your system like bad case of gas. The sooner you let it do its thing, the quicker you can get back to what you were doing. (Sorry for the fart analogy, but it get the point across, doesn't it?) Step #5: Never stop growing It's good to have a daily routine in your life, but not at the expense of your personal development. Most people are so set in their ways that they're afraid of the thought of doing something new. Then they complain about their humdrum lives, or that some folks “have all the luck.” Breaking out of your comfort zone is never an easy thing, but it's a step worth taking. No matter how loaded your schedule is, find some chunks of time to do things that will help you grow. Whether it's taking an online course, joining a community, or taking up a hobby, this is a powerful way to attract new and exciting things in your life. Step #6: Avoid the “toxic” crowd There are people who seem hell-bent on pulling others into their world of misery. Whether they're trying to lessen their own pain or simply enjoy doing it, you need to steer clear of them. Instead, choose people who will have the opposite effect on your psyche. Not only does a person's energy attract circumstances, it's also CONTAGIOUS. So make sure you hang out with the people who'll inspire you to achieve greater things - and not bring you down with apathy or inaction. Click Here To Learn How to Force the Universe to Manifest Your Dream Life Step #7: Give yourself permission to succeed Most of the world's most brilliant people were put down in some way. Somewhere along the way, someone told them they'd “never make it” or were “destined to fail.” In your own life, certain people have tried to discourage you in some way. They might have tried putting you down when you were growing up - or it could have been last week. It doesn't matter. What's important is that you understand that NO ONE can put labels on you. And more importantly, they can NEVER give you permission to achieve what you want in life. You need to do that for yourself. Don't let their words define your “story”. You don't have to fit whatever petty narrative they're trying to force on you. Step #8: Affirm who you are Instead of feeding into the lies that people tell you, let this be the day to start living your truth. Create statements that embody the truth you choose to be, AND to live in. People do this all the time. When Elon Musk tried to launch the world's first privately owned rocket and failed, he told himself, “I'm going to try again, and I WILL get that thing into orbit.” (Well, maybe not exactly like that, but you get the point.) And so his company SpaceX went back to the drawing board and got it right after the third attempt. Elon affirmed his truth and it manifested into reality. In the same way, you can choose to affirm whatever truth applies to you. Be honest with yourself and acknowledge the things that TRULY matter to you. You know it, and the Universe knows it. The key is to repeat it yourself every day. For example, if you know deep in your heart that you want to make a better life for yourself, you can say something like this: “I may be struggling right now, but I know deep inside that I have what it takes to improve my life. I see myself transforming into a happier, wealthier person who makes other people's lives brighter.” When you operate from even the tiniest shred of truth, you can grow that into a powerful force over time. Step #9: Fail spectacularly Here's something most people don't know about the Law of Attraction: before you can enjoy success and find true happiness, you need to crash and burn. It's better to go after what you want and risking failure rather than playing it safe and not trying at all. To create order in your life, you'll have to embrace the chaos that comes before it. This is where you'll find the real lessons, even if they hurt a little. (Or in some cases, a LOT). Think of yourself as the beautiful Phoenix, like in the legends. Imagine burning off bits and pieces of yourself that you don't need. As you rise from the ashes, you're reborn into a NEW YOU. That's evolution. It may be an imperfect and unpleasant process, but the results are worth it. Step #10: Remove your BIGGEST barrier to success People don't realize that their greatest roadblock is none other than their own mindset. They may say they want something to happen, but don't REALLY mean it. For instance, someone might want to lose weight, but they don't want it bad enough. Worse, they might not actually believe they can shed those pounds. A part of them refuses to acknowledge the faintest possibility of it happening. This is pretty much why people NEVER attract the things they want in life. In order to remove this barrier, you'll need to change something inside you. You need to dig deep and understand WHY you don't want it as much as you say you do. Are you scared of suffering through the process of getting what you want? This is what turns most people off - they simply can't process the discomfort involved with growing up. At the same time, you need to deal with the reasons why you think that your desired reality is impossible. It could be some deep-seated beliefs brought about by past events, or experiences growing up. Once you sort this out, you'll be free to do what you want without any pre-programmed beliefs holding you back. Now, these ten steps we just talked about will get your foot in the door. Once you start doing them regularly, you'll experience remarkable breakthroughs you didn't think were possible. But if you want to witness even MORE changes on a massive (or even cosmic) scale, you need to check out my FULL course called Manifestation Miracle. Like the name suggests, I enjoyed nothing short of a life-changing revolution not too long ago. In a lot of ways, my situation was the same as Philip's. I worked myself to the bone and felt unfulfilled. I was trapped in my soul-crushing career. Even though I needed the money, I HATED having to put up a hollow appearance of a happy, successful businesswoman. But then I discovered how turn my mind into a magnet for prosperity and abundance… Learn how I unlocked the secret to ATTRACTING anything AND everything I wanted - CLICK HERE to watch the video now…

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triptuckers · 5 years

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Mirror - Blake Richardson

Request: Yes: Can you write an image where the reader is really struggling with her weight even though she isn’t fat, and basically she had been avoiding Blake and then one night she’s crying when Blake was out and he comes home and comforts her x Pairing: Blake Richardson x reader Summary: It’s all in the request!! Warnings: Poor self-image, and like one swearword Word count: 1K A/N: I’m so sorry for being inactive but I’ve just finished the first week of school and it’s been busy and a bit chaotic. I haven’t found the time to write and this weekend is going to be busy as well. I wanted to write you something so it’s a bit messy and short, but it’s all I can give you for now. Please remember that you are all beautiful the way you are!! You do you :) Thank you for requesting this, and as always enjoy reading!!

It’s been like this for a while now. The thoughts racing through your brain never seem to leave. They’re worse when you’re alone, or when you’re awake at night. Your mom had always told you that you’re perfect the way you are. That you’re beautiful, and that your body is beautiful. But at school, and everywhere else, you felt people looking at you. After a while you began telling yourself that they stared at you because you were fat. You weren’t tall and skinny like all the popular girls. And you never would be. The more you told yourself how ugly you were, the more you started to believe it. Until eventually, you couldn’t see yourself as a beautiful person. In your own mind, you’re always fat, ugly and annoying Y/N. And no matter how hard you tried, the thoughts would never leave you alone.

You had told Blake about your insecurities, and he was a total sweetheart about it. He told you he loved you, that you’re beautiful and that he understands how you feel. He knows ugly thoughts are hard to get rid of. So, he’s always been by your side no matter what, he’s always been telling you how beautiful he thinks you are and how lucky he feels to be able to call you his. But you didn’t tell him everything. You didn’t tell him about the hours you spent crying on the floor when he wasn’t home. You didn’t tell him you turned away from every mirror you saw. You didn’t tell him how you could be sick of your own body. You didn’t want to keep any secrets from Blake, but you also didn’t want him to know how you thought about yourself. He would only try to cheer you up which wouldn’t work anyway.

Sometimes those thoughts got bad. Really bad. On your worst days, you cried for hours. Unfortunately, today is one of those days. Luckily Blake isn’t home. You don’t want him to see you like this. You’re sitting on the bedroom floor, your back against the wall. Next to you is a mirror, which you don’t look at. You know you shouldn’t think about yourself this way, but the truth is you can’t help it. You got out of the shower, saw your own body and broke down. You just let the tears flow. What else can you do? Positive thinking is not an option right now. You just sit on the floor, your knees to your chest and you let yourself cry. It’s not a few hours until Blake comes home, so you have enough time to make yourself look decent before he’s here. You take deep breaths to try to calm yourself down, but new tears keep on coming and coming. You rest your forehead on your knees and close your eyes. A few minutes later, you suddenly hear the sound of the door opening and closing, followed by Blake’s voice.

‘Love, are you home?’ he says. You lift your head quickly and your eyes widen. He wouldn’t be home for several hours. And you’re hiding in the bedroom with tears streaming down your cheeks. ‘We decided to go home early, none of us had any inspiration.’ says Blake. You take a deep breath before looking into the mirror. Your eyes are puffy and red, your cheeks wet because of the tears. You get up and walk into the bathroom, splashing some water in your face. You take another deep breath. ‘I’m in here.’ you say and you try to make your voice sound as normal as possible. Blake’s footsteps approach and you feel his arms around your waist from behind.

‘How’s my beautiful girl doing?’ he asks and you close your eyes at the sound of the words. ‘I’m okay.’ you say. Blake turns you around in his arms and looks at you. ‘Are you alright, love?’ he asks. You put on a smile and nod. ‘Never better.’ you say. ‘Then why’s your face all wet?’ asks Blake and he frowns. ‘Just washed my face, that’s all.’ you say and you try to sound convincing. ‘No, love, you look like you cried. You know you can tell me everything, right? I’m not going to judge you or anything.’ says Blake and he looks at you. ‘Well, everyone else does.’ you mumble and you look away from his eyes. ‘What are you talking about?’ he asks. ‘Everyone stares at me because I’m fat.’ you say and you feel new tears in your eyes. ‘No, come on, love, we’ve been over this before. You are not fat.’ says Blake. ‘Tell that to the fucking thoughts that never leave my mind!’ you say loudly. Blake’s caught off guard for a moment. ‘I’m sorry. I shouldn’t yell at you.’ you say. ‘I know you struggle with your body, and how you look, but I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that you are absolutely beautiful before you’re willing to believe me.’ says Blake. You shake your head and remove his arms off your body. You leave the bathroom and head for the kitchen.

‘I’m not skinny and beautiful like all the other girls.’ you say. ‘You are perfect the way you are.’ says Blake’s voice behind you. You turn around to face him. ‘Then how are you the only one in the world who thinks that?’ you ask him. ‘I’m not the only one. Your family, your friends, they all love you for who you are. Nothing more, nothing less, just you.’ says Blake. You sigh. ‘Blake, honey, no matter how hard you try, these thoughts and feelings won’t ever disappear. It’s just like that.’ you admit. Blake nods and steps closer to you.

‘But I want to try to get some of those thoughts and feelings away. You’re right, I can’t make them all disappear, but I must be able to make some of them go away?’ he says. A tiny smile forms on your lips and you wrap your arms around him. ‘Thank you.’ you say. ‘I’ll tell you every day how beautiful you are, darling. I hope I get to see the day you believe those words.’ says Blake and he kisses your cheek.

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How Many Steps to Where You Are?

Pairings: dragon!hybrid x reader

Warnings: none :)

Word Count: 2.5k

Summary: You and Namjoon are like two passing ships at night and no matter how many times he crosses the sea, he just can’t seem to get to you.

Masterlist / Chapter 2

A.N: I know, I know, I’ve been super inactive lately. I’m sorry. But I’m starting a new fic and I’m a sucker for hybrid au’s. It’s always super difficult to find one for Namjoon that’s not poly and I hope I do this au justice. Let me know what you think!!!

“He won’t let anyone into his room. Not even when he’s not there. Last time, Peggy waited until Namjoon was in lunch and apparently she misplaced something because he got all aggressive with her.”

“What did she move?”

“No idea but he was literally blowing smoke. I’m pretty sure if the guards weren’t there, he would have actually eaten her or something.” The woman set down her sandwich and checked behind her to make sure no one else was in the room and leaned forward to whisper, “Ya’ know, some of the hybrids they have here are just downright animals. Like, they look human and then all of a sudden they attack you. Their brains just aren’t as complex as ours, it’s no wonder they don’t get adopted.”

The man across from her nodded, unable to vocalize his agreement with a full mouth. He swallowed and wiped his mouth with a napkin, “Is she still gonna’ clean?”

The woman huffs out a laugh, “Doubt it. She’s trying to get on paid leave, saying she needs to recuperate from working in a hostile work environment. So now I have to cover her wing.”

“Just have the new girl do it.”

You take in the array of knick-knacks neatly organized on the desk, dresser, and windowsill. The objects around the hybrid’s room seemed to be random: smooth stones, pin-on buttons, small plushies, origami paper, small decorated mason jars, books, and journals. Drawings were taped onto the walls to break the harshness of the white. You weren’t sure if they were all made by the hybrid as each drawing had a different style to it.

You carefully place the clean pile of folded sheets on the empty corner of the hybrids dresser and removed the larger plushies to the ground before stripping the wrinkled sheets from the cheap, twin size bed and setting them in the now cleared space. A thin memory foam topper was on the mattress, but you doubted that did much to prevent the springs underneath from knotting the hybrid’s muscles. You made quick work to smooth the new sheets and place the plushies back on the bed in what you thought was a neat order.

You finished moving everything off of the surfaces in the room before grabbing the generic cleaning spray the shelter bought and wiping everything down. Even though you had only been with the non-profit company for two months, you had picked up things fast. Granted, your only job used to be delivering stuff and doing small errands for people higher up, then that expanded to you cleaning as one of the workers left. But each room was cleaned the same and after repeating the same motions for the rooms that came before this one it quickly became muscle memory and so it wasn’t even half an hour before you were moving on to the next room in the wing.

Namjoon sighed as Yoongi, Taehyung, and Jin were escorted to their wings for night hours. They weren’t allowed in the same wing as Namjoon, no matter how many times he pleaded for them to be moved. It was apparently too dangerous for them to be among predator hybrids and the only reason why Jin was moved closer to Yoongi and Taehyung was because his hibernation was approaching and wouldn’t be a threat since he’d be too busy resting.

Jungkook and Jimin waved as they left to their section of the wing with the other large cats. Hoseok patted Namjoon on the back as he left in the opposite direction where the canine breeds were housed and Namjoon made his way to his section.

There were only a few rooms in his section. Most of the space in his wing was dedicated to giving rooms to the canine and cat breeds as they were more popular. Rare breeds like Namjoon were far and in between. In fact, he was the first dragon hybrid this shelter has had and the only other dragon was in another city completely. He wasn’t quite too sure but he’s certain that his neighbors are a griffin and phoenix hybrid breed. His classes were at a different time than theirs and he always spent his recreation time holed up in his room or with his group of friends, so he’s never actually seen them.

Before he opens his door, Namjoon can tell that there’s something off. There’s a faint aroma that drifts from his room and with how faint it is, he can tell that whoever was in his room had been gone for a few hours. The lavender and mint scent was far different than the tobacco-tinged scent of ammonia and latex he was used to on cleaning days.

Namjoon’s eyes quickly flashed into slits as he stepped towards his door and further took in your scent. His primal instincts were internally screaming at him. He could feel the familiar heat rising in his chest as all the ways his treasure could have been disturbed ran through his head. But a sharp clang from one of the night guards batons against the cement wall drew Namjoon back to his more rational side. And ducking his head away from the warning glare of the guard, Namjoon held his breath and ushered himself into his room.

Despite how still his lungs were, Namjoon was powerless to stop himself from taking in your overwhelming scent. His room was saturated with the smell of you. With one breath in, the small slits in Namjoon’s eyes were blown wide as his mind became dizzy and clouded with the aroma of someone he’s never met. He imagines that this is near the exact sensation cats and feline hybrids have when exposed to catnip. Or when a hybrid finds their mate.

Suddenly Namjoon couldn’t care less about you stacked his books in alphabetical order using the titles rather than the author’s last name. Or how the wing of the origami swan Jimin made him has been switched with the swan Jimin taught Taehyung how to make. He didn’t even care that the plushies on his bed were arranged in the wrong order. That Ryan was meant to go front and center because the bear was his favorite and reminded him of his closest friend here.

Namjoon didn’t even register his feet moving to the bed where your scent clung on to the bedsheet and pillowcases. What he did feel was the intense shiver that ran up his spine and the vibrations in his chest that turned into a moan as he deeply inhaled the lavender. He could faintly smell the detergent of the laundry and the cleaning supplies beneath your irresistible odor. He became so lost in the sensations, he didn’t even know he had completely fallen asleep as for the first time since he arrived at the shelter, his body was in a state of total relaxation.

“Who cleaned my room?” Namjoon burst into the office, hair tousled from just rolling out of bed.

The caseworker exhales a drained sigh, “Namjoon, we’ve come to the conclusion that no matter who cleans your room, there’s always going to be something that will be put out of place. Once you get adopted you keep everything the way you like it, but for now, you’re going to have to deal with it.” The bags under the older woman’s eyes are deep as she lectures Namjoon while focusing on the adoption papers laid in front of her.

“No. I just need to know who cleaned my room yesterday. It’s important.” Namjoon bounces on his feet and watches the woman finish writing with wide eyes.

The woman slowly lifts her head then lets it fall slightly to the side. “Even if I did know who was assigned your wing you know I can’t give out employee information.”

Namjoon grits his teeth and turns to leave before the woman calls out to him, “I’m glad you actually stopped in to see me because a client said that they’re interested in adopting a rare breed. I set up a meeting so they’re coming in later to meet you.”

Namjoon feels the panic building in your chest and his instincts scream to him to find his mate. If only he knew who you were. What if these people decided to adopt him and he had to leave the shelter before he found you? How would he find Yoongi, Taehyung, Jimin, Jungkook, Hoseok, and Jin once he was gone? How would he make sure that they all were adopted into loving homes? He’s sabotaged a meeting before. Namjoon refused to let this be the exception.

Namjoon openly grimaced as the couple walked into the interview room with overbearing grins. They were fairly young, perhaps a bit older than Namjoon. He deduced that they were from the upper class based on the rich fabrics of their jackets and the fact that they only were interested in rarer breeds. But he could tell just by looking at them that they were the type of people to buy hybrids on impulse. The type of people that bought hybrids thinking it was the next step in showing their wealth and had put little to no effort in learning the needs of hybrids. Especially the one they ended up adopting.

Namjoon gives them a judging glare as if the chairs squeaking was their fault rather than the shelter being cheap. He almost feels bad due to the way they apologetically smile at him and lower themselves slower to try and prevent the chairs from making noise. He looks out the viewing window as his caseworker waves and leaves his view with an encouraging smile.

Namjoon’s mind drifts to you without his consent. As much as he needs to focus, he can’t stop himself from thoughts of you or thinking of the only part of you he knows. All day, he’s had his nose in the air, hoping to catch a whiff of the same scent that was in his room last night. This morning he almost entered a crazed state because his scent steadily replaced yours the longer he stayed in his bed. It was either he finds you or waits a week and pray that you were the one to clean his room. He wished for the latter.

“I think you’ll fit in really well at home with us.”

Namjoon was broken out of his daze as the woman gently placed her hand on top of Namjoon’s. Her skin felt wrong against his and again, he couldn’t help but wonder what you would feel like once he was able to hold you.

Her husband lifted himself from the chair and kissed the woman on the top of her head before shuffling out of the room. The words got stuck in Namjoon’s throat as he watched the man leave in search of his caseworker. His dismay must have registered as a happy shock to the woman because she giggled and leaned forward, squeezing his hand tighter.

Namjoon’s caseworker walked back into the room with a beaming smile. “Come on. Why don’t we go get your stuff while they finish signing everything.”

After a few moments of him showing no signs of getting up, his caseworker walked over and grabbed his elbow to guide him which he numbly followed. He could feel Hoseok’s and Jungkook’s bewildered and concerned stares through the glass window looking into the main lounge. He knew that the look he shared with them would be the only way he could say goodbye, but he couldn’t bring himself to turn his head to meet their eyes. His heart was clenching too much and if he looks, he knew he would do something drastic enough to get him sent to another shelter. One worse than this. No matter the hypothetical Namjoon thought of, he found himself alone.

Perhaps it was the shock of everything changing so quickly or him already beginning the five stages of grief that made him oblivious to you being so close to him. You were cleaning the wing next to Namjoon’s, where Jungkook and Jimin were housed when you realized that you were running low on pillowcases. It was a poor architectural design for them to put to supply closet all the way on the opposite side of the building. And so you found yourself hastily making your way through Namjoon’s wing on your journey for more pillowcases when you roughly collided with him.

You vaguely feel Namjoon’s shoulder coming in contact with your chin before you’re distracted with the pain that shoots up your tailbone when you fall back onto the floor. You squint your eyes shut and groan in pain as your hand moves to coddle your lower back. When you look up, Namjoon is frozen, staring down at you in amazement, short puffs coming from his gaping mouth and pupils blown wide.

“Are you okay, sweetie?” the older woman that’s with the hybrid kneels down to help you up.

You slowly get to your feet and voice out a reassurance for her. The hybrid is still stuck in his spot and for some reason, you feel like the way his snake-like eyes never leave you should make you feel uncomfortable but you find you don’t mind. The expanse of black from his wide pupils heighten the glossiness of his eyes in a way that makes the tall hybrid adorable. Despite working at the shelter for two months, you hadn’t had a lot of exposure to hybrids but if this is what they all looked like, you could understand the want to adopt them.

You try to break the hybrid out of whatever trance he’s in with a nervous laugh, “Sorry for running into you. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.”

And if Namjoon looked awestruck before, then hearing your voice makes him look like he’s the first creature alive to discover the warmth of fire. His heart is pounding in his chest and he has to fight his hybrid nature from running over to you and marking you as his. His skin is tingling through his shirt where you ran into him. And on trend for today, Namjoon finds that the words he wants to say to you are stuck in his throat as he struggles to even breath.

Namjoon’s caseworker takes a hold of his arm again and pulls him towards his room once you excuse yourself. He drags his feet as much as possible because he knows that if he were to use a fraction of his strength to get out of his case worker’s grip, he could seriously hurt her. But watching you walk away instills a fear in him like he’s never felt before.

“Wait!” Namjoon forces his voice to work and he shouts across the room to you, hoping that the crack in his voice didn’t sound as major to you, “What’s your name?” If there’s one thing Namjoon is going to do before he’s forced to leave you, it’s learn your damn name so that you’ll never be lost to him.

“Y/N,” you look back at him with a kind smile and a blush and again, Namjoon feels like sprinting to you and feeling the heat beneath your cheeks on his palms. But it’s all in vain as you walk away and he’s dragged further away from you.

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