#'i know lots of Tricks and Secrets i can help you stay not lost' like kill me!!

[raayllum]

N'than going "That's the Path of Despair. Everyone who goes down there without a guide is lost forever, or worse" and now it's like "no matter where you are on The Path / what if i'm on a path of darkness?" and "you completely lost yourself" and "what would i do without my guiding moon?" and 6x05 "moonless night" and they think they're So Sneaky and Clever

[kaces-graham-crackers]

Trick or Treat, Kiss or Keep - Halloween Special

Astrid Deetz x Reader

Warning: The following themes appear in this story: Bullying, Slight Swearing, Lots of Emotional Stress, and themes leaning towards psychological horror (Please be wary if you read any further!)

Summary: You and Astrid Deetz were once close, but everything fell apart. Now on Halloween night, both are left vulnerable, forced to confront the past. Old feelings resurface, secrets are revealed, and you must navigate the emotional fallout. Be careful what you wish for—everything can change in an instant.

Word Count: 7.4k

Miss Shannon’s School for Girls was buzzing with excitement as Halloween approached. The grand halls were filled with the usual chatter. You were at the center of it all—popular, outgoing, and well-liked. People gravitated toward you, and it wasn’t something you thought too much about. It was just how things were.

But in the midst of all the noise, there was one person who barely seemed to exist in the social sphere. 

Astrid Deetz.

You glanced over at her as you walked down the hall, noticing her sitting quietly by herself at the far end of the courtyard, scrolling through her phone, her headphones on. She was always in her own world, a stark contrast to the person she used to be. Once upon a time, she was your best friend. You used to share everything—laughs, secrets, and the occasional mischievous prank. But that was before everything fell apart.

Before her father died.

You sighed and turned away, focusing on your friends as they talked about the big Halloween party that everyone was buzzing about. But no matter how much you tried to stay engaged, your mind kept drifting back to her—to the person Astrid used to be, and the person she had become.

She pulled away, you reminded yourself. I tried to be there, but she didn’t want me around.

At first, you hadn’t understood why she distanced herself. You had offered her comfort, a shoulder to lean on, but she walked away. And after a while, you gave up. What was the point of trying when it seemed like she didn’t want you in her life?

But what hurt more than the loss of friendship was the realization that your feelings for her had shifted. That the crush you had ignored for so long had always been there, lingering beneath the surface. You were so used to pushing it aside that when the distance grew, it felt like you had lost more than just a friend.

Now, as you climbed the stairs toward your next class, you saw Astrid again, walking toward you, head down, focused on her phone. She wasn’t paying attention, her mind clearly elsewhere, and before you could step aside—

Crash!

The two of you collided, sending her books and papers scattering across the floor. You stumbled back, barely catching yourself as you looked up, your heart racing.

“Sorry!” you blurted out, immediately crouching down to help her pick up the things she had dropped.

Astrid didn’t even look at you, her dark hair falling over her face as she mumbled something into her phone. She seemed annoyed, and you couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt.

The girls nearby—your friends—began to laugh, thinking it was all some kind of joke. Julia Ripley, ever the instigator, smirked and leaned in closer. “Nice move, Y/N. Didn’t know you were so eager to knock her down.”

You shot Julia a look, feeling the embarrassment creep up your neck. “It wasn’t on purpose,” you muttered, picking up Astrid’s phone and handing it back to her. “Sorry, Astrid.”

Astrid finally looked up, her gaze hard and distant. She grabbed the phone from your hand, barely acknowledging your apology. “Watch where you’re going,” she said, her voice sharp.

Her words cut deeper than you expected. It wasn’t like you meant to bump into her, but the coldness in her tone stung, bringing back the old wounds you thought you had buried.

“I wasn’t the one on my phone,” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady.

Astrid’s eyes narrowed, and for a moment, it looked like she might say something, but instead, she just shoved her things into her bag and stood up, her body tense. The girls around you snickered again, feeding off the tension.

You felt something inside you crack. It wasn’t fair—you had always been there for her. You had been the one to stand by her when her world fell apart, but she had pushed you away, and now she acted like you were nothing.

“You know,” you said, your voice louder than you intended, “I was always there for you. You’re the one who didn’t seem to want me around.”

Astrid’s face hardened, her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and something else—something you couldn’t quite place. “I don’t need you,” she spat, her voice dripping with bitterness. “I never did.”

The words hit you like a punch to the gut. You could feel the hurt bubbling up inside you, but you refused to let it show. Not in front of her. Not in front of everyone else.

Your heart shattered, but you didn’t let it show as you muttered, “I was always there for you, Astrid. Always.”

She turned to leave, her head held high, but before she could take more than a few steps, you noticed something taped to her back.

Kick Me.

Your stomach dropped as you realized what had happened. The girls—the same ones laughing at you now—had probably put it there without Astrid noticing.

You pulled the sign off her back and crumpled it in your hand. “Well, I’ll keep that noted,” you said quietly, holding back the anger that was building inside you. You pulled out a small box from your bag—the one you had been holding onto for years, unsure if you’d ever give it to her. “I promise I won’t bother you again.”

Astrid stopped, turning slightly, her expression confused as she glanced at the box you were offering. You handed it off to her and for a moment, it looked like she might say something, but she stayed silent, watching as you walked away, leaving her standing there, the crumpled sign still in your hand.

Without you there to shield her from the worst of it, the bullying came back with full force, creeping into every corner of Astrid's life. It started slowly at first—a whisper in the hallway, a subtle snicker behind her back. The same girls who had once stuck close to her, laughing with her at lunch, had turned on her, mocking her with cruel smiles. They no longer treated her like one of them. Instead, she became their favorite target

"Bad friend." "Such a freak." "Dick."

The names came faster, louder, no longer just murmurs. They trailed behind her as she walked to class, a never-ending barrage of taunts and jeers. Each one stung, each word a reminder of how quickly she had fallen from whatever thin pedestal she had once stood on. The girls would throw fake smiles her way in passing, only to tear her down the second she was out of earshot. 

In gym class, they’d intentionally leave her out, pretending not to see her as they picked teams. At lunch, the spot they had once saved for her at their table was gone, replaced by smug looks and snide comments.

"Guess you're sitting alone again," Julia Ripley sneered one day, loud enough for everyone in the cafeteria to hear. The rest of the group erupted into laughter, their eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

Astrid clenched her fists, her stomach turning as she moved to the far corner of the room, sitting at a table by herself. It wasn’t like she was ever one to seek attention, but the isolation stung in a way she hadn’t expected. It reminded her of everything she had lost. Of you.

You were the one who had kept the worst of this away from her. You had stood between her and their cruelty, even when she didn’t notice it. Even when she had been too blinded by her grief and her anger to see that you were protecting her all along.

The realization hit her hard one evening, as she walked through the hallways after class. She overheard one of the girls laughing with her friends. "God, remember when Y/N used to hang around with her? I swear that's the only reason people didn't mess with her back then."

Another voice chimed in, "Yeah, totally. Y/N was the only one keeping her from being a total loser."

Astrid’s heart sank. It wasn’t just their words—it was the truth behind them. You had been her shield, the one person who had protected her from the relentless bullying that was now pouring in from every direction. And she had pushed you away, thinking she didn’t need anyone. Thinking she didn’t need you.

But now? She was alone.

The girls who once stood by her side had turned into her tormentors, and the rest of the school followed suit, treating her like an outsider. The isolation weighed on her more than she ever thought it could. She found herself dreading every moment at Miss Shannon's, wondering when the next sneer, the next insult, would come. She had no one to turn to now—no one to sit with at lunch, no one to talk to during class. The people she once thought were her friends had abandoned her the moment it became convenient.

And you? You were the only one who had ever been real. The only one who had cared, even when she didn’t deserve it. Even when she had lashed out, pushing you away with cruel words. The memory of the argument echoed in her mind, the way you had looked at her with hurt in your eyes, the way she had said things she could never take back.

"I don’t need you. I never did."

The words tasted bitter now, and the weight of what she had done gnawed at her. How wrong she had been. She didneed you—she always had. But she had thrown that away, and now she was facing the consequences.

Every cruel word, every mocking glance, every laugh behind her back—it all felt like punishment. And she wasn’t sure how much more of it she could take.

One evening, as Astrid sat at her desk, the weight of the last few weeks pressing down on her, she noticed the small box you had given her earlier that week. She had shoved it aside after your argument, not even considering opening it at the time. But now, with everything swirling around her—guilt, regret, and the growing realization of her mistakes—her curiosity got the better of her.

With trembling hands, she reached for the box, her fingers brushing against the lid. A part of her didn’t want to open it, knowing that whatever was inside would only remind her of what she had lost. But another part of her—a part that missed you more than she cared to admit—couldn’t ignore it any longer.

Slowly, she lifted the lid.

Inside was something she hadn’t expected. It wasn’t just any piece of jewelry or a token of the past—it was a small animal tooth, crafted into a pendant. The sight of it hit her like a wave, memories flooding back instantly.

She remembered the day you had found it, the two of you exploring the woods near the school, laughing as you pretended to be on some grand adventure. You had stumbled upon the tooth—an old keepsake of the forest, worn and weathered—and immediately decided to keep it. She hadn’t thought much of it back then, but you had been adamant, saying it would bring you both good luck.

And now, etched into the bone, were the letters “Y/I/H x AD 4Ever.” A promise, a bond that had once seemed unbreakable.

Astrid’s fingers traced the engraving, her heart sinking as the weight of the memory settled over her. The late-night conversations, the shared laughter, the sense of belonging she had only ever felt with you—it all came rushing back, tinged with the bitter sting of regret.

Why did I push you away? she thought bitterly, gripping the bone tightly in her hand. Why did I let this all fall apart?

She clenched her jaw, trying to hold back the wave of emotions crashing through her. She had been so angry, so hurt after her father’s death, that she had pushed you away without a second thought. She had convinced herself that she didn’t need you—that she didn’t need anyone. But now, looking at this simple, meaningful piece from a time when things had been so much easier, so much better, she realized how wrong she had been.

You were always there, she thought. And I threw it all away.

Astrid’s grip tightened on the pendant as her guilt deepened. She didn’t deserve your friendship. Not after everything she had said, everything she had done. 

Later that night, as Astrid sat at her desk, her thoughts clouded with memories and guilt, she heard a faint rustling at her door. The soft sound barely registered over the hum of her own mind, but when she glanced down, she saw an envelope—plain, black, and unmarked—slipped under the doorframe.

Curious, she picked it up, turning it over in her hands. There was no name, no sign of who it was from. She opened it slowly, pulling out a glossy, printed invitation:

Halloween Party at Julia Ripley’s House This Saturday—Be there or be forgotten.

Astrid scoffed under her breath. Of course, it was from Julia. It was always her, throwing lavish parties and acting like she owned the school. The thought of going made her stomach turn. The idea of being surrounded by people who whispered about her behind her back, who made her feel like an outsider in every room she entered—people like Julia and her friends—it was the last thing she wanted.

She tossed the invitation aside, rolling her eyes at the pretentiousness of it all. What’s the point of showing up to something where you’re only going to be mocked?

Astrid hadn’t been to a party in ages, and she had no interest in the social scene anymore. Not after everything that had happened. The halls of Miss Shannon’s were already hard enough to navigate, and the idea of facing the crowd outside of school, where the insults weren’t whispered but spat directly in her face, was exhausting.

But then, a stray comment floated through her memory—something she had overheard in the hall earlier that day.

"Yeah, Y/N’s definitely going to Julia’s party," one of the girls had said, laughing about how they couldn’t wait to see what costume you would wear.

Astrid’s heart had lurched at the mention of your name, and now, it did again. You were going.

She bit her lip, glancing at the small black box still open on her desk. The pendant inside—the one with the animal tooth and your initials intertwined with hers—sat there, a reminder of what she had thrown away. The realization that you had never really given up on her, even when she had given up on herself, had shaken her to her core.

The guilt had been gnawing at her for days now, ever since you had walked away from her after your argument in the hallway. She hadn’t wanted to admit it then, but it hurt, knowing how badly she had hurt you. She had pushed you away in her darkest moments, convinced she didn’t need anyone, least of all you. But now, she couldn’t stop thinking about what she had lost.

You were always there for me, and I was the one who left you. The thought kept repeating itself in her mind, over and over again, a painful truth she could no longer ignore.

And now…you were going to be at that party. The chance to see you, to explain, to finally apologize for everything she had done, made her heart race. Maybe—just maybe—this could be her chance to make things right.

She stood up from her desk, pacing her small dorm room as she debated what to do. Part of her wanted to forget about it, to hide away in her room like she always did these days, to avoid the crowd and the stares and the inevitable whispers. But another part of her—a deeper, more desperate part—wanted to see you. She needed to see you.

What if this was her only chance? What if you never spoke to her again? What if the door she had slammed shut so long ago could finally be cracked open, even if just a little?

The thought of you, of the friendship—and maybe more—that she had ruined weighed heavily on her chest.

She sighed, running a hand through her hair, her heart heavy with indecision. Could she really face you after everything?

The memory of your face, hurt and betrayed during your last confrontation, flashed in her mind. She had been so cruel, so blinded by her own grief and anger, that she hadn’t realized how much she was hurting you in return. But you had never stopped trying. You had never given up on her, even when she had been at her worst.

And that necklace—the pendant—it was proof. Proof that, even now, you still cared.

Astrid looked at the invitation again, staring at it for a long moment. She had no idea what she would say if she saw you, no idea if you’d even want to hear her out. But she couldn’t hide forever. She couldn’t keep running from the mistakes she had made.

Her fingers tightened around the invitation, determination creeping into her chest. She would go to that party. She would see you. She would find a way to apologize, to make things right, no matter how difficult it might be.

But what she didn’t know—what she couldn’t have known—was that the party wouldn’t be what she expected. Nothing could have prepared her for what was waiting for her when she walked through the doors of Julia’s house.

The night of the Halloween party arrived, and Astrid found herself standing at the bottom of the grand, sloping driveway of Julia’s house. She looked up at the looming structure, her heart pounding with a mix of anxiety and dread. The house, which always had an air of old-world elegance, had been transformed for the occasion. Black and orange streamers lined the walkway, fake cobwebs clung to the trees, and glowing jack-o’-lanterns grinned wickedly from every corner.

The house itself was a strange sight—a looming, gothic-style mansion with towering spires and a stone façade that seemed to absorb the moonlight. It looked like it had been plucked straight from a haunted movie set, with vines creeping up its walls and the shadow of bare, twisted branches looming overhead. The front porch had been decorated with fake tombstones and skeletal figures, and the grand windows glowed brightly from the lights inside, cutting through the eerie atmosphere.

Despite the elaborate decorations, it was the sheer size of the house that made it unsettling. It felt as though the windows watched her, almost as if the house itself had its own pulse—one that beat in time with the heavy, thumping bass of the music coming from inside.

Astrid hesitated, lingering at the edge of the driveway. She could hear laughter and chatter filtering out through the open windows, the muffled sound of party-goers enjoying themselves. Everyone was probably in some over-the-top costume, laughing and taking pictures, oblivious to the person standing outside, contemplating whether she should go in.

Her grip tightened around her phone, the weight of the invitation pulling at her again. You’ll be there, she reminded herself. Maybe this is my chance.

Taking a deep breath, she steeled herself and made her way up the steps. The porch creaked beneath her feet as she approached the door. A skeleton animatronic on the porch swung its bony arm, a hollow, mechanical laugh escaping its jaws as it greeted her arrival. She forced herself to ignore the knot of unease forming in her stomach and pushed open the door.

Inside, the party was in full swing. The interior of the house was just as elaborately decorated as the outside—blood-red lighting washed over the grand foyer, casting long, eerie shadows against the walls. A giant chandelier hung overhead, draped in fake cobwebs, while ghostly figures dangled from the ceiling. The air smelled like a mix of too-sweet candy and perfume, and the sound of people talking and laughing filled the space, almost drowning out the pulsing music that seemed to shake the floor beneath her feet.

She stood just inside the doorway, scanning the room for a familiar face. But she didn’t see you. Instead, all she saw were people dressed in elaborate costumes—vampires, witches, zombies—mingling in groups, none of them even noticing she had arrived. A part of her wanted to turn around and leave, but she stayed, rooted in place, determined to find you.

Astrid kept to the shadows, moving along the walls to avoid drawing attention to herself. She wasn’t here to socialize or make small talk—she was here for one reason, and that was to find you and apologize. The weight of everything she had done, everything she had said, hung heavy on her chest. She didn’t know if you would forgive her, but she needed to try.

Suddenly, the music cut off.

Astrid froze, her heart skipping a beat as the house plunged into silence. The chatter of the guests grew quieter, murmurs of confusion rippling through the crowd. For a moment, all that could be heard was the soft rustle of costumes and the shuffling of feet. Then, the lights went out, plunging the entire room into complete darkness.

Gasps echoed around her, followed by the sound of people shifting uncomfortably. There was an eerie stillness in the air, as if the entire house was holding its breath. Astrid felt her pulse quicken, her hand instinctively reaching into her pocket for her phone.

Suddenly, the sound of a recorded voice crackled through the speakers, filling the dark space. It wasn’t the music that had been playing before. Instead, it was the sound of people gasping and whispering, their voices faint but filled with an edge of fear. It was as if the very walls of the house had come alive, replaying the reactions of the party guests as they stood in the dark.

Astrid’s breath caught in her throat. She didn’t like this—not one bit.

She stood in the corner, frozen, unsure of what to do as the whispers and gasps continued to play on repeat. For a moment, she wondered if it was just part of the Halloween decor—some kind of haunted house effect Julia had set up to scare the guests. But something about it felt off.

She pulled out her phone, turning on the flashlight to cut through the darkness. The bright beam of light flickered as it swept across the room, illuminating the faces of mannequins—twisted, grotesque mannequins—that had been scattered throughout the house. They stood motionless, positioned in strange, unnatural poses, their faces twisted into eerie, silent screams. Some had limbs missing, others had blood-red paint dripping down their plastic faces. Each one had a sign hung around its neck, scrawled in dripping red letters.

Bad Friend. Liar. Asshole.

The words stared back at her, harsh and biting, like cruel accusations carved into the very mannequins themselves. Astrid’s stomach twisted with unease. The mannequins hadn’t been there before, had they? She would have noticed. Right?

As she swept her phone’s light across the room, her breath quickened. More mannequins lined the walls, their distorted figures positioned in grotesque mockery of real people. It was as if they were watching her, judging her. And the worst part? Every single mannequin bore a name—her name.

Astrid Deetz.

It was written on every sign, alongside the cruel words: Bad Friend. Asshole. Dick.

Astrid felt a lump form in her throat, her heart racing as panic began to settle in. This wasn’t just part of the Halloween decor. This was something more. Something meant to get under her skin, to humiliate her in front of everyone.

Her hands trembled as she turned in place, the light from her phone casting long shadows on the floor. She could hear the recorded voices growing louder now—mocking whispers, cruel laughter, as if the house itself was laughing at her. The walls seemed to close in around her, the once festive atmosphere now twisted into something sinister.

Astrid’s breath came in ragged gasps as the reality of the situation sank in. This was a prank. A cruel, calculated prank, meant to make her feel like she was nothing. And it was working.

She stumbled backward, her legs shaky as she tried to move away from the mannequins, her light flickering as it caught more of the red-painted words.

BAD FRIEND. ASSHOLE. YOU DESERVE THIS.

The whispers in the recording grew louder, harsher, until they were ringing in her ears, drowning out her thoughts. She pressed her hands to her ears, trying to block out the noise, but it only seemed to get louder.

And then—right in front of her, projected on the wall—was the worst thing of all.

A photo of you, standing with Julia Ripley, her arms draped over you, leaning in as if to kiss you. You were blurred, but the image was clear enough. It was meant to look like you and Julia were together—meant to hurt her, to break her down even more.

Astrid’s knees buckled as she collapsed to the floor, her heart shattering at the sight. Her chest heaved as she gasped for breath, tears stinging her eyes. She wanted to scream, to tear down the image, to run. But she couldn’t move. She couldn’t breathe.

She could only sit there, frozen in place, as the world around her fell apart.

The party had dragged on, and you were on the verge of giving up. Astrid hadn’t shown, and as the hours passed, the hope you’d been clinging to slowly dissolved. You were about to grab a drink, resigned to the idea that maybe tonight wasn’t the night to fix things, when something strange caught your eye.

A crowd had gathered around the large TV in the corner of the room. It wasn’t the usual video games or party antics playing on the screen—it was something different. Something wrong. The air in the room felt heavier, the laughter quieting into hushed whispers, and you pushed your way through the crowd, anxiety creeping up your spine as you tried to get a better view.

And then, you saw it.

On the screen was a live feed of Astrid, kneeling in the middle of some dark, abandoned room. Her body was shaking, her hands covering her face as she sobbed uncontrollably. In front of her, projected on the wall, was a cruel, photoshopped image—you with Julia Ripley, standing too close, her lips almost touching yours. The sight of it hit you like a punch to the chest, the knot of horror tightening in your stomach. This wasn’t some innocent prank. This was deliberate. This was cruel.

Your heart pounded in your chest, and the reality of what was happening crashed down on you all at once. They had set her up. This wasn’t a party invitation—this was a trap, designed to humiliate Astrid, to break her down in front of everyone. Julia Ripley was behind this.

You whirled around, scanning the room, your blood boiling as you spotted Julia, sitting comfortably in a lavish chair she had dragged out—her "prom queen" chair, a symbol of her self-obsessed reign over the social scene. She was sitting at the front, watching Astrid’s breakdown on the screen with a smug expression plastered on her face, completely unaware of the rage building inside you.

Without thinking, you stormed toward her, anger boiling over with every step. Julia saw you coming, and before you could even speak, she reached out, her arm moving to wrap itself around you in a flirtatious, almost possessive way. She looked at you with a sly grin, as if she expected you to join her in her twisted satisfaction.

But you were beyond furious.

“You went too far,” you said, your voice low and sharp, your hands clenched into fists as you shoved her hand off you, disgusted. “When you said you invited her, you meant to a prank party, didn’t you?”

Julia’s smirk faltered. Her hand recoiled, but she tried to play it off, huffing in annoyance as she leaned back in her chair. “She deserved it,” she snapped, her voice dripping with condescension. “After the way she treated you, how can you still defend her? You deserve better.”

You couldn’t believe the audacity, and the rage inside you boiled over.

You clenched your fists tighter, every muscle in your body trembling with anger. “Deserve better?” you echoed, your voice shaking with barely controlled fury. “I could never be your girlfriend—I’m in love with Astrid! I always have been, and I always will be.”

Julia’s eyes widened in shock, and a hush fell over the room. The words left your mouth before you could stop them, but you didn’t care. You had held it in for too long, and now it was out, ringing in the air for everyone to hear.

“I’ve always been in love with Astrid Deetz,” you repeated, your voice firm, filled with emotion. “Because unlike everyone else in this room, she’s real. She’s the realest fucking person I’ve ever met. Yeah, she can be a dick sometimes, but she’s mourning. She’s going through life with a mother who is too busy to acknowledge her and a father who was the only person who ever truly understood her, now gone forever.”

The room was dead silent now. You could feel every pair of eyes on you, but all you could think about was Astrid—how broken she had looked, sobbing on her knees in that abandoned house.

“At least Astrid’s dad loved her for who she was, not for what she could do for him,” you continued, your voice growing louder, more passionate with every word. “He didn’t need her to win some meaningless trophies to impress other middle-aged women going through their midlife crises.”

Julia’s smug expression melted away as your words hit her like a sledgehammer, her face paling as tears welled up in her eyes. The entire crowd stood frozen, the weight of your words settling over them like a heavy cloud.

Everyone was silent. The only sound that remained was the faint, echoing sobs from the live feed of Astrid on the TV.

You turned back to the screen, the tears now welling up in your own eyes as you heard the sound of Astrid’s broken confessions playing over the speakers. Her voice, fragile and filled with regret, crackled through the room, cutting through the silence like a blade.

“Where is she?” you demanded, your voice shaking. You turned back to Julia, who had nothing left to say. She stared at you, tears streaming down her face, but you had no sympathy for her. You didn’t care about her tears.

All that mattered was Astrid.

Julia stammered, trying to pull herself together, but she was too flustered to form words. You couldn’t wait any longer. You needed to find Astrid, and you needed to find her now.

Without another word, you rushed toward the door, your heart racing as you prepared yourself for what came next. Astrid was out there, alone, broken, and you weren’t going to let her suffer any longer. You had to save her.

As you sprinted through the streets, your heart racing, you couldn’t stop thinking about Astrid—how broken she looked, how badly you needed to find her. You heard snippets of her confession playing on the live feed, her voice choked with emotion as she admitted her guilt and sorrow.

“I was a terrible friend,” she sobbed. “I didn’t deserve her… She was always there, but I pushed her away. I didn’t know how to handle it… And now, it’s too late. I’m so sorry.”

Tears pricked at your eyes as you heard her words. You had to get to her. Now.

Miraculously, You had found the abandoned building. This was the second option for the Halloween party if Julia’s dad wasn’t leaving for a yacht trip. You vaguely remember the room Astrid was in and raced through the abandoned house, your heart pounding. The air was thick with the smell of decay, and the dimly lit hallways were littered with mannequin limbs and scattered decorations. The floor creaked beneath your feet as you pushed open a cracked door, your chest tightening with fear.

“I don’t deserve her… I pushed her away because I didn’t know how to deal with it…,” Astrid’s voice, thick with emotion, echoed through the room as you sprinted through the dark hallways of the abandoned house. Her confession played on the live feed, each word pulling at your heart. Tears pricked your eyes as you heard the depth of her regret, and with every step, the urgency to find her grew.

You finally pushed through the door, in the center of the room, under the faint flickering red lighting of the chandelier, Astrid was kneeling. Her face was buried in her hands, her shoulders shaking as she sobbed uncontrollably in front of the photoshopped image of you and Julia. You could feel the anger bubbling inside you, wanting to scream at Julia for orchestrating this awful setup, for making Astrid feel so broken. But as soon as you saw Astrid, all that mattered was getting to her.

You knelt beside her, gently placing a trembling hand on her shoulder. Astrid flinched at the touch, her body tensing, but when she looked up and saw it was you, her devastated expression deepened.

“Why are you here?” she whispered, her voice cracking. “You shouldn’t have come… You don’t need to see me like this.”

Your throat tightened as you fought to keep your voice steady. “I’m here because I care, Astrid. I’ve always cared.”

She shook her head, her eyes filled with regret and self-loathing. “I don’t deserve your care. I don’t deserve you.” She let out a broken laugh, her voice raw with guilt. “I’ve been horrible to you. I said… I said I didn’t need you, but I didn’t mean it. I was just so angry at everything—at the world, at myself.”

Her words cut deep, but you could see the pain behind them. The guilt had been gnawing at her, consuming her from the inside, and now, as you knelt beside her, you realized just how much she had been carrying alone.

“I know,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. “ I know you didn’t mean those things. You were grieving, and I should have understood that. But I never stopped caring, Astrid. I never gave up on you.”

Astrid looked at you, wide-eyed and tearful, her breath catching in her throat. “But I was so awful to you…” she choked out, her hands shaking.

“You were hurting,” you said, gently wiping the tears from her cheek. “And I know that now. But I’m here, Astrid. I’m still here.”

Her sobs began to quiet against your shoulder, her body trembling as the weight of everything she’d carried finally seemed to lift, if only slightly. For so long, she had been drowning in her pain, and you could feel the relief in the way she clung to you, her fingers gripping your shirt like you were her lifeline, afraid to let go in case she sank back into the darkness.

You stayed like that for what felt like forever, letting her sobs subside into quiet, steady breaths. Your hand moved gently through her hair, offering her the comfort she had denied herself for so long.

“I’ve been so stupid,” she whispered eventually, her voice hoarse and heavy with regret. “I pushed you away because I didn’t know how to handle anything anymore. I was angry. I was scared… and instead of asking for help, I turned into someone I hate.”

Your heart ached at her words, hearing how much she had struggled, all the while shutting you out. But now, here she was, vulnerable, her walls crumbling around her as she finally let you in.

“You were hurting, Astrid,” you said softly, pulling back just enough to meet her gaze. “I didn’t understand it then, but I do now. And I forgive you. We can fix this.”

Her eyes searched yours, wide and tear-filled, as if trying to grasp the truth of your words. “But how can you forgive me after everything? I treated you like you didn’t matter. I threw away our friendship, pushed you out of my life… How do we come back from that?”

You smiled gently, brushing away another tear that escaped down her cheek. “We come back from it by starting right here, right now. You’re not alone anymore. I’m not going anywhere.”

Astrid’s lip quivered, and she leaned forward, pressing her forehead against yours, her breath shaky as she let out a soft sigh. “I don’t deserve you,” she murmured, her voice breaking with emotion. “But I’m so grateful you’re here.”

You smiled, tightening your embrace around her. “I’m right where I’m supposed to be, Astrid. With you.”

She closed her eyes, resting her head against your shoulder again, her grip on your shirt loosening as she let herself relax for the first time in what felt like forever. The tension between you faded, replaced by the quiet comfort of being together—finally, after so much time and distance.

As the sound of her steady breaths filled the room, you realized that it wasn’t just the apology or the confession that mattered. It was the fact that you were still here, together, ready to rebuild what had been broken.

“We’ll figure it out,” you whispered, your voice gentle but firm. “We’ll take it one step at a time.”

Astrid nodded against your shoulder, her body calming as the weight of her guilt began to lift. “I don’t know what I did to deserve a second chance with you,” she said, her voice raw but grateful. “But I’ll do whatever it takes to make things right.”

You pulled her even closer, holding her tight as your heart swelled with love and relief. “You don’t have to do it alone,” you whispered softly. “We’ll do it together.”

And for the first time in what felt like forever, Astrid let herself believe that maybe—just maybe—things could be okay again.

After a long, tear-filled confession, you and Astrid left the abandoned house. The chilly night air hit your skin, the weight of the tension left behind in that eerie place still hanging in the air. The house itself, with its broken windows and crumbling walls, seemed to watch you both as you walked away. Its dim, flickering lights and twisted mannequins were now just a distant memory, but their haunting presence clung to you. The cracked door creaked one last time before closing behind you.

The air felt heavier, but for the first time in a long while, there was also something new between you—hope.

You guided Astrid back to your place, her hand tucked into yours. She was silent most of the way, her fingers tightening around yours every so often, as if she was afraid you might disappear. The long walk through the dark, empty streets felt almost comforting after the night’s emotional chaos, the streetlights flickering softly, casting long shadows on the ground as you both walked side by side.

When you finally arrived at your house, the warmth of the familiar environment enveloped you. Your parents were already asleep, the quiet hum of the house wrapping around you like a protective blanket. You led Astrid to your room, offering her a soft smile as you turned on the small lamp by your bed.

“Come on, let’s get you settled,” you said gently, watching as Astrid glanced around the room with an almost shy expression. She looked so different now—vulnerable in a way you hadn’t seen before. But there was also a kind of peace in her eyes, like she was finally letting herself breathe again.

You both climbed into your bed, wrapping yourselves in the warm blankets, and for the first time in what felt like forever, things felt... okay. You lay next to each other, sharing quiet conversation as the weight of the night slowly faded away.

At one point, you admitted, “I heard most of your confession, you know.”

Astrid stiffened beside you, her eyes widening as she turned to face you, clearly embarrassed. “You did?”

You nodded, your gaze soft. “I did. And I’m glad I heard it, Astrid. I needed to know how much you’ve been hurting.”

Astrid’s face twisted in regret, but before she could speak, you gently wrapped an arm around her. “It’s okay,” you whispered. “You don’t have to say anything else. I’m just glad you’re here.”

She held onto you tightly after that, her body relaxing against yours as the tension melted away. But then, as you shifted slightly to make room, Astrid’s hand gripped your shirt, stopping you from moving any further. You blinked, confused for a moment, until she pulled you back toward her.

And before you could even react, she crashed her lips against yours.

The kiss was soft at first—gentle, almost hesitant as if she was testing the waters. But soon, it deepened, growing more heated and passionate. Her hands tangled in your shirt, pulling you closer as her lips moved against yours, and you responded in kind, matching her intensity.

The kiss turned sloppy, her fingers curling around the fabric of your shirt, tugging you closer. The heat between you both was palpable, the passion years in the making, but just as things started to intensify, there was a sudden creak at the door.

Your mother.

The door opened slightly, and Astrid, in a panic, shoved you so hard you fell right off the bed with a soft thud.

“Oh my goodness!” your mom squealed from the doorway, her eyes bright with surprise. “Astrid, honey, is that you?” She didn’t seem to notice you, sprawled out on the floor, as she focused entirely on Astrid. “Are you staying over tonight? I’m so glad to see you back!”

Astrid, flustered and embarrassed, stammered, “Uh, no—no, ma’am. I’m not staying.”

Your mom beamed, already half out the door. “Well, you must stay for dinner. You’re looking a bit thin! I’ll go tell your father to break out the good china tonight! It’s so good to see you again, sweetie!” With that, she closed the door, leaving the two of you in stunned silence.

Astrid peered over the edge of the bed, looking down at you with wide eyes. “Are you okay?”

You, still dazed from the sudden shove and your mother’s enthusiastic surprise, could only mutter, “You kissed me…”

Astrid burst out laughing, rolling onto her back as she covered her face with her hands. Her laughter was light and mischievous, her embarrassment melting away into something playful. “Duh,” she said between laughs. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”

You stared up at her, feeling a mix of disbelief and affection swirl in your chest.

“Now,” Astrid said, her laughter still bubbling in her voice, “come on back up here so I can ruin your dinner with some more sweets.”

Grinning, you scrambled back into bed, leaning in to kiss her again, the warmth of her lips meeting yours once more. This time, the kiss was slow, sweet, and filled with everything you hadn’t been able to say before. It was perfect.

The next day at school, the change was obvious. People stared as you and Astrid walked through the halls hand-in-hand. The whispers didn’t bother you. They couldn’t. Not when Astrid was right there beside you, holding your hand like it was the most natural thing in the world.

You walked her to class, stealing a quick kiss before she disappeared inside. She blushed slightly but smiled at you as she waved you off.

As Astrid made her way through the day, she started to notice something—the bullying had stopped. There were no cruel whispers, no mocking looks. Instead, people seemed wary, like they knew something had shifted but couldn’t quite place it.

Later, after classes, Astrid found you waiting for her by the lockers. She was curious, the confusion evident on her face as she asked, “What happened today? Did you… do something?”

You shrugged casually, pulling out your phone and showing her a video. It was of you, roasting Julia Ripley in front of everyone at the Halloween party the night before. You had confronted her, tearing into her with the same fiery passion that had always defined you.

Astrid’s mouth dropped open, completely gobsmacked as she watched the video. “You did this?”

You smiled, shrugging nonchalantly. “I just kept it real. Like you would.”

Astrid’s shocked expression slowly morphed into a smirk. She leaned in and kissed you on the cheek, whispering, "Guess I’m rubbing off on you...knew I would eventually." leaving you blushing as she walked ahead, as you followed suit.

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the crown | jjk

plot | While staying in Blaire's beach house, your friends cannot help but notice your new tattoos. The ones you got with your secret boyfriend.

words | 2.7k+

genres | fluff, crack,  secret relationship au, established relationship au, friends to lovers au

pairing | jungkook x reader

note | we're back at the beach house!! things are about to get sloppy lol I love love LOVE this one so much, I had fun writing it. i hope you'll enjoy reading it too!

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Jungkook was still deep in his slumber when he sensed a rustling sound near him. At first, he didn’t mind it. Maybe you were just shifting on the bed. But then, he figured there wasn’t any movement in the foam mattress you two were sleeping on. That’s when he hears your voice.

“Oh, you’re coming? Do you want to go with me, baby?” your voice was hushed, trying not to disrupt your boyfriend’s sleep.

But with Bam jumping up and down excitedly while you walked around the room, Jungkook slowly opened his eyes. His vision was a little blurry but he could see your figure standing in front of the mirror. Rubbing his eyes, he stretched his limbs under the sheets. He sees you clearly under the dimmed light, wearing your plain black sports bra and shorts.

“Where you going?” he asked with his voice still deep and groggy.

You turned around, “Oh, you’re awake? Did I wake you?”

Still comfortable on the bed, Jungkook lazily nodded his head. You frowned before walking up to him.

“I’m sorry, babe.” you leaned in, kissing the tip of his nose. “Me and Blaire will go on an early jog. We’ll try to catch the sunrise too.”

You’re taking Bam with you?” he looked up and you smiled at his doe eyes.

“Yeah, he seems excited already.” you chuckled. “You can join us if you wanna.”

Jungkook grunted, “It’s Saturday.”

Saturdays are synonymous with rest days to him and you are very much aware of it. Jungkook already has a workout schedule and routine for six days a week. He saves up Saturday as his cheat day. He gets to do everything he wants for the whole day without any schedule. It’s a routine he picked up sometime when he got his first job. It took a whole lot of discipline for him to get used to it.

“Well, okay. It’s just me and Bam.” 

You hooked the leash to Bam’s collar. Jungkook watched you tie your hair up with the classic bun in front of the mirror, exposing one of the tattoos you got on your forearm. His lips stretched into a small smile whenever he remembered he drew that tiger lily himself. Then, he smiled even wider when he spotted the small crown inked on your left ribs, slightly covered by your top. You turned around, instantly scrunching your eyebrows in confusion why is he smiling like a fool.

“What?”

“You’re so pretty. How are you even mine, princess?” he grinned. He sat up on the bed, exposing his bare top while the sheets pooled around his hips.

“I don’t know, babe. Maybe you just tricked me into all of this,” you utter.

Leaning in once again, you aimed for his lips. One of Jungkook’s hands reached for your cheek. It began as a slow and gentle kiss. Until you had to sit down on the mattress while still kissing him. You placed a hand on his chest as the kiss deepened. Jungkook’s hands moved from your cheek down to your waist, pulling you closer to him until there was no space left. Like a rhythm, your lips move together.

“Ah,” you moaned when he bit your lower lip, making his tongue gain access easily.

Lost in what’s happening, you just cannot keep your hands to yourself. From his chest, shoulders, and arms, to his hair. Jungkook shivers at your touch. He was so ready to carry you on top of him when you tugged on his hair, pulling him away. 

“I gotta go, Blaire’s already waiting outside,” you whispered, breathlessly. 

Your chests were both heaving with your lips swollen and red from this unexpected intense session. You were about to stand up but his hold on your waist stopped you. His eyes pleaded for you to stay, but you shook your head. You laughed when he began peppering kisses on your neck, tickling you at some spot.

“Twenty minutes?” he asked, in between kisses.

“No.”

“Ten?” he continued bargaining for your time while planting his lips from the skin on your neck to your shoulder.

And when you shook your head again, he stopped and looked at you. You can feel his thumb tracing circled on the skin where you got your dainty crown tattoo.

“Five? I can be quick, princess.” He smirked.

You laughed, pushing his face away as you stood up, “I doubt that. Me and Bam are just gonna go..”

He frowned when he saw you pick up your phone and Bam’s leash. Jungkook slides down the bed again, wrapping himself with the blanket. Before you walked out the door, you turned around.

“Don’t forget to go back to your room, okay? Sleep well, babe.”

“Good morning,” Blaire nodded when she noticed you and cooed when she saw your big baby, who was also happy to see your friend.

Blaire was already waiting outside the beach house, stretching her arms, when you and Bam saw her. You looked around the beach. The crescent moon was still visible in the purplish-blue sky. The waves were calmer as they met the ends of the sand. You took in the fresh breath of air, calming you down.

“You can release Bam from this. He doesn’t really have anywhere to run to here.” Blaire suggested.

She was right. Considering that the whole area is private property, white wooden fences are placed on the spots where your dog might want to go. You agreed, unhooking the leash. Almost instantly, Bam ran near the ocean where he could watch the waves. You didn’t really worry as you can still see him from a distance. You began stretching next to Blaire.

“I was knocking on Dara’s door to ask her to join us but she wasn’t answering.” She shared.

You snickered, “We know her, she’s a deep sleeper.”

“Yeah, I wish I could sleep everywhere that great all the time.” She quipped, making you two laugh. “How about Jenny?”

“She said, she’ll try to show up. But won’t promise to. I think she had a long day yesterday in the restaurant.” You replied.

“Ah, yes. She talked about her suppliers stressing her out.” Blaire recalled. “She was ranting the whole time we were on our way here.”

As usual, everyone was in buddy-buddy mode on their way here to Blaire’s beach house last night. You, Jungkook, and Bam were all in his Jeep Wrangler. Blaire came with Jenny. While Dara picked up Wooshik at his house. now that Blaire is aware of you and Jungkook the last time you were here, she put you and your boyfriend in rooms next to each other. The house was massive, thanks to her wealthy aunt. So it would be weird to make you share a room. This time, Blaire warned you and Jungkook about doing anything everywhere if you don’t want to be caught unexpectedly, referencing that early morning she saw you all tired in the kitchen. The warning didn’t stop him from sneaking into your room at midnight.

As soon as you two began jogging beside the sea, Blaire pointed out something.

“I never noticed you had tattoos.”

“Oh, these? It’s all new. I and Kook got it last Valentine’s. He drew it himself.” You replied in a matter-of-fact tone.

As part of your Valentine's surprise for him, you two got matching tattoos of crowns, your favorite flowers, and a clock pointing to twelve o'clock. You got the crown on your left rib, near where he likes to hold you every single time, out of habit. On the other hand, he got the crown on his knuckles with his other tattoos from before. It was the same size as yours, placed in the center. He already had tiger lilies inked on his arm before while you placed your in your right forearm that is only visible when you raise your arm. The last tattoo is on your right wrist. It was all dainty and small so it can be unnoticeable at times.

“That’s cute.” She mumbled before turning her head to you. “I’m so happy for you guys. You two seemed really happy with each other.”

“I love him so much.” You giggled, feeling your blood rushing to your cheeks. It felt like you’re in elementary all over again, having a childish crush on someone.

“I just cannot understand why you kept it a secret from us.” She spoke. “And for two years? That’s fucking impressive. Hats off to you two.”

You laughed at the recognition, “Thank you. We try our best.”

You two jogged and walked and jogged again for almost thirty minutes straight, back and forth on the sand, along with Bam. The sun was already peeking in when Jenny came down with a coffee mug to see you both. She was still in her pajamas.

“I’ll prepare everyone breakfast. How do y’all like your eggs?” she asked when you passed by where she was standing.

“Scrambled!” Both you and Blaire answered in unison.

“Orange juice or coffee?” she asked once more.

“Coffee!” You two replied together again.

If it wasn’t for the random 6:30 AM alarm in his phone, Jungkook would have not woken up from his peaceful and satisfying slumber.  He would have slept until noon with how comfortable the whole room was. He groaned as he stretched his arms and legs. For a few more minutes, Jungkook buried his face on the soft pillow he was hugging. After five more minutes, he sat up on the corner of the mattress.

That’s when he realized where he was.

He’s still in your room and he promised to come back in his before everyone wakes up. But he can already hear pop music playing downstairs, indicating that someone or maybe everyone is already up. He put on his slippers, scratching his head. He makes his way to the door and as soon as he steps outside, another door on the floor opens.

“Morning, JK.” Wooshik greeted him.

“Morning.”

And it didn’t take Wooshik to notice something unusual. Jungkook watched him look at him to the door then at him again. His best friend squinted at him.

“What?”

Wooshik raised an eyebrow, “What were you doing in YN’s room?”

Jungkook’s heart stopped for a second. His hold on your door knob tightened as the gear in his brain works quicker than it usually does in the morning. Once he thought of something, he pushed it close.

“I was… looking for Bam. I thought I could take him with me outside.” He reasoned out, that even he is not buying it totally.

“But you look like you just woke up.” Wooshik’s tone is too curious like that Sheldon kid from that show.

“Yeah, I went as soon as I woke up.” Jungkook crossed his arm over his chest. He looked directly at his best friend. That is when he noticed something too. “And what were you doing in Dara’s room?”

They exchanged glares from one another. Jungkook nods his chin in a sassy way while Wooshik squinted his eyes to him. It’s a way to say something like I know that you did something I just cannot prove it.

“I borrowed her charger. I left mine at home.” Wooshik showed the charger he was holding. “Everyone is already downstairs. Dara’s helping Jenny with breakfast.”

He didn’t wait for Jungkook to answer and strolled down the stairs. Jungkook didn’t say anything and followed. The appetizing smell of bacon immediately enters his nostrils as he makes his way to the dining area. That’s when he sees Dara carefully pouring coffee on every empty mug on the table while Jenny fries some bacon. There’s already toast and eggs on the table so Jungkook reached for a slice. Wooshik, who plugged his phone into the living room, entered and sat on the chair opposite his.

“Bam’s already outside, by the way.” He told him.

“Is he?” Jungkook asked, acting naïve.

“Yeah, Blaire and YN are jogging outside.”

“Oh, they are?” Jungkook asked again.

It’s obvious Wooshik is suspicious and teasing him so he teases him back. His best friend glared at him, Jungkook scrunched his nose, taking a bite from his toast. The tension was only broken when Dara asked Wooshik,

“Milk? Sugar?”

“Sugar, please.” He replied, smiling at her. Then, frowning back to Jungkook.

Jungkook mocked, “Shugar, pleash.”

The backdoor to the beach opens, letting the sunshine enter. Bam was the first to come in, wagging his tail as he made his way to Jungkook. Blaire enters, greeting everyone. You followed behind like a ray of sunshine in your boyfriend’s eyes. Your hair bun is now a little loose while your skin glistens through your sweat.

“Now, everyone here. Let’s all have our breakfast.” Dara said, sitting next to Blaire and Wooshik.

You sat next to Jungkook, while on your other side was Blaire. He handed you the plate of scrambled eggs. He also placed two slices of toast on your plate, one with spread butter on top. Everyone began talking about what do they wanted to the whole weekend since you all our staying in the beach house the entire time.

“Can we do bonfire later?”  Dara suggested.

Blaire nods, “Yeah! We can barbecue too and those marshmallows stuff.”

“Then, we should go out later to buy groceries,” Jenny said.

You just listened, enjoying your food and coffee. Many other suggestions were made since everyone is taking their rest days before returning to their lives next week.

“YN, can you pass me the bacon?” Blaire asked.

You did, unaware that your top slightly raised when you moved.

“Is that a tattoo?!” Dara pointed out to the crown on your skin. 

Then, Jenny saw the other one, “Wait, you have two?”

“Three actually.” you smiled, showing off the clock on your wrist.

You seemed proud as they complimented the color of the lilies or the design of the clock. Jungkook hides the growing smile on his lips while sipping in his mug. Also, on the other side of the table, Wooshik was the first one to ask.

“Are there meanings behind them?”

You nodded, “Yes, of course.”

“Well, the tiger lily here represents confidence and good fortune. I like that,” you explained.

“Wait. Jungkook, you have those too right?” Dara asked him.

Jungkook nods and shows off his forearm. “Yeah, right here. YN is just a copycat.”

You rolled your eyes, “For the record, I am not. Someone suggested it to me.”

“Who?” they asked collectively, including Blaire as if she was unaware of who.

Instead of answering the question, you just smiled eating your toast. They groaned. During your Galentines with the girls, you already told them about meeting someone special. And you assume that the news already reached Wooshik.

“It’s her secret boyfriend!” Wooshik exclaimed like he solved a murder mystery.

Again, you didn’t say anything. But your ex[ression is enough to show that you and your love life are currently in a happy state.

“Seriously, when are we gonna meet this guy? You seemed like floating on cloud 9 just thinking of him right now.” Jenny said.

You heard Jungkook chuckle beside you. You secretly pat his lap under the table, stopping him from getting too prideful from what he’s hearing.

“Soon. We’re already talking about planning something so you guys can meet him,” you told them. “Anyway, moving on…”

With you talking about your secret boyfriend, one person at the table cannot help but recall the same statement he heard from Jungkook when he found out about Princess. Wooshik eyes you while pointing to the tattoo on your wrist and Jungkook, who’s just watching everything, specifically you. For the first time, Wooshik noticed how different his best friend looked at you. Jungkook has his head resting on his hand, looking at you like you are the most precious gem in the world. There was this adoration and fondness in his best friend’s eyes as he looked at you. Jungkook’s quiet glance at you speaks so loud that Wooshik feels so dumb that this is the first time he has seen this.

“And what about the crown?” Jenny asked.

You showed off the said tattoo, “Oh, I’ve been feeling lucky and loved lately. You know, like a princess.”

Like a princess.

And that was the confirmation Wooshik got.

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Mmmmhhhmm mmm umuinimumunim. Oh no. Sweetie, I’m so sorry, but you’re going to get food stuck in your teeth. And it’s going to be green! And the waiter’s going to see! Oh this is horrible, maybe we can take your teeth out? No, no we can’t do that… To laugh it off with the waiter, spend three minutes with a project you’re working on!

I’ve Created a Muenster Burger

Now this is a juicy one! Did you do something a liiittle naughty? Something involving the letter M? Or J? Or B? Oh yeah, I can tell, but that’s okay! Everyone has a bit of a wild story they’re hiding. Like this one time, I turned my back on Louise when she was a baby for two seconds! Two! And the next thing I know, she had crawled on top of the fridge with a packet of Froo Froo Fruities snacks and refused to come down. Can you believe that? Ohhh, but she was fine. She doesn’t even remember the bump she took coming down, so it all turned out okay. You’ll turn out okay too, I promise. To lessen the swelling, recommend a fanwork to someone!

[cozzzynook]

TFP Shockop Angst Anon back with more angst.

It has been a few months since Optimus find out he was sparked with twins. Despite Rachet's reassurance that he will keep the truth about the Sire a secret and that he had everything prepared it did so little to calm Optimus nerves. With a heavy sigh the Prime quietly walked down the hallway lost in thought about what he was going to do and what he was going to say to everyone when he can no longer hide his carrying or his sparklings. Carefully placing a servo over his chest he let out a gentle hum he could faintly feel his bitties sparks beat in sync with his own. He gave a small smile before placing the servo on his tanks the bump was small meaning hiding it was easy but he knew with time it would be a lot bigger at the protoforms develop.

"Oh! Optimus!" A familiar voice called out making the Prime turn around with a smile "Greetings Prowl how was the scouting mission with Jazz and Ironhide?" Optimus slowed his stride allowing the police mech catch up who was carrying a stack of data pads likely on his way to his office. "It was fine, however Jazz got his pede tangled in some lose wires and ended up spraining his ankle." Prowl gave a tired sigh but he had a small smile on his face. Optimus gave a low hum giving his own smile "Glad to see everything is fine and I wish Jazz a quick recovery, I know how much you two care for each other" Prowl's door wings gave a quick flutter as the police mech lowered his gaze hiding the slight flush on his face before gazing back up at Optimus. "If I may ask sir, are you doing well?" The police bot's visor dimmed in concern "You seem to be in pain..."

Prowl was in in fact right, ever since they started talking Optimus has felt a sickly burning in both his spark and tanks that grew more intense with each passing moment. With a slight wince he braced himself agents the wall with a servo shocking Prowl who was already rushing to his side helping the Prime to stay steady. "I-I might need to see Ratchet...something is wrong" He let out a hiss as pain suddenly shot through his spine and into his tanks making the larger mech shake as he struggled to remain standing. "Right, On it..." Prowl had already pulled out his Comm link and judging by the sudden yelling on Ratchet's side it seemed it will only be a few minutes before the medic arrived. Meanwhile Optimus shut his optics as another wave of pain washed through his frame, He also prayed that it was just a old wound acting up again and not something happing to his sparklings.

Couple hours passed and Prowl was still guarding the Med-Bay due to ratchet's orders, thankfully Jazz had hobbled out of his hab to join up with the police bot despite Prowl telling him he should be resting. "So, what happened...you said he suddenly looked pale then...collapsed?" The black and white mech looked at the police bot while carefully leaning on the wall not putting any weight on his wounded ankle. Prowl let out a sigh flicking his door wings anxiously "Yes, we where just talking about the scouting mission then...Prime was bracing himself on the wall holding his chest where his spark was." The police bot then turned looking at Jazz with a worried look "You don't think The Matrix is rejecting him or..." Prowl lowered his helm as Jazz carefully placed a servo on his partners shoulder "Nah, I don't think so Prowler otherwise Optimus would be his old self. Besides I know Prime is a lot stronger than we give him credit for" Jazz gave a warm smile trying to comfort his partner, Prowl gave a small smile before placing a servo on Jazz's servo. "I know...I'm just worried about-" Prowl suddenly stopped speaking when the sound of muffled crying came from the Med-Bay. The pair looked at each other with a shocked expression unsure what they were hearing was just a illusion or really happing. "Is that a sparkling crying or is my audials playing tricks on me?"

Prowl suddenly whipped around when the Med-bay doors opened allowing a less grumpy Ratchet to leave. "Alright you two, you can go back to your habs now, and Jazz don't think I won't be keeping an optic on you" Jazz gave a nod but crossed his arms still having a confused look, Prowl wasn't any better the police bot looked like he had a thousand questions to ask all at once. "Wait, wait Ratchet what happened? What's going on? Is Optimus alright? We swear we heard a sparkling or two" Ratchet gave a grumble quickly scanning the hallway outside his bay for any spying bots before answering the police bot's burning questions. "Yes that was a sparkling you heard twins exactly. And yes Optimus was sparked but he is fine...the sparklings decided to arrive much earlier than they were supposed too. As for now don't tell anyone Optimus doesn't want to cause panic while he recovers." Prowl let out a sigh seemly thankful that his worries were for nothing. "Understood Doc bot, we'll keep our intakes shut. Oh and tell Optimus me and Prowler send our get well wishes for him and his bitties" Jazz had a wide smile who was already dragging Prowl away from his guard post and down towards the hall likely on their way to his hab. Once they were out of sight Ratchet re-entered the Med-Bay with a sigh as he went to check on Optimus and the sparklings.

Optimus was laying on med berth with a sombre look on his face. Carefully he turned his gaze to look at the now two tiny sparklings that lay sleeping in a medical cradle with small wires carefully attached to their sparks. Despite their plating still being light grey hints of colour have started forming giving them a splotchy look. Optimus gave a smile as he carefully placed his servo on the glass of the cradle imagining the day he would be able to hold them in his arms when they are big enough. "How are you feeling Optimus?" Ratchet spoke quietly trying not to wake up the bitties from their nap. "Tired and a little sore, other than that I'm fine old friend..." The Prime turned to give the medic a smile before gazing back at his sparklings. Ratchet gave a low hum in agreement before pulling out a data pad and reading through it it quickly "Well the test results look promising, despite being early and small I see no complications with the sparklings. Hopefully in a few weeks to a month they can leave the Med-bay and start living as normal bitties." Ratchet placed his data pad back onto his desk before turning to look at Optimus "Oh and Jazz and Prowl send their wishes...they also promised not to tell anyone else until you're ready " Optimus let out a sigh thankful that his bitties would be okay and that there wouldn't be a mess to clean up while he recovers. "I...just wish their Sire was here to meet them...it just feels...wrong not telling him about them" Optimus lowered his gaze while Ratchet gave a low grumble seemly disapproving "Optimus, we both know the Shockwave you knew before and the Shockwave now are not the same mech...It would be pointless to try and inform him that he Sired sparklings, let alone risky" The red and blue mech lowered his helm while his finnals drooped as his sparked beat painfully. "I Know, a part of me just wishes things were different" He let out another sigh before he laying back on the berth still unable to look Ratchet in the optic. The medic gave a low grumble glancing between the new carrier and the sparklings, suddenly an idea popped into his helm hoping it would lighten the mood a little. "Well, what are you going to name the little troublemakers?" Ratchet gave a playful smirk "If they are anything like you we are going to have our servos full" Optimus gave a soft chuckle before pausing to think for a long moment. "Hmm...what do you think about Cliffjumper and Bumblebee?" Ratchet gave smile before answering "Naming them after your favourite heroes in those fantasy novels you like to read I see?" Optimus gave a bashful expression making Ratchet let out a quiet laugh "I think they suit them just fine"

(I want to give a bit of a hurt/comfort vibe at the end. Hope you enjoyed :> )

Oh my gosh i am in love

[jester089]

hey, if your taking requests could I ask for a

Pomni x (gn) Ballerina! Reader

if you could make it like fluff or something cute that would be great :)

but again you don’t have to (it’s just a request)

thanks! ❤️

Light as a feather

Just for future reference for anyone who feels like requesting I'm better at scenario requests over character requests. I'm better at something specific happening over a character type. I can, and will still do these their just a little tough for me. But I do understand wanting to see reactions and all. So I'll do my best.

Pomni x Ballerina Reader

Overall you being a ballerina wouldn't change much with Pomni. She does respect how graceful and light on your feet you seem to be. And you bend in ways she could never hope to achieve. She'll watch in awe when you do little performances for her always clapping for you once you finish. If you ask she will to join you. But she is top heavy and doesn't know what she's doing so it will end up with her falling face first into the floor. No matter how you react to that she'll be embarrassed and try hiding her face from you. You reinforce her that no one is able to do what you do without at least some practice. From that day she will respect what you do a lot more, and starts practicing in secret. I mean you make it look so easy. After a few weeks she nearly perfects something she's seen you do many times and is incredibly proud of herself. When you two are next in private she'll show you... And still mess it up. She was going to run off embarrassed but you started, clapping? "I'm impressed. It takes most months to be able to even attempt what you just did. You didn't even have anyone to train you. Did you just learn that from watching me? Wow." Welp. Well done. You've flustered her. She stands there frozen for a few minutes before she realizes your now standing and next to her. You start giving some little tips on how to improve and tell her that the biggest thing is just being light on your feet. Something she can't do. Not yet. With time she will gradually improve, and it actually helped her out in day to day life too. Always stepping lightly and always knowing where your feet are helps her a lot, as she is known to just trip on air. She initially started just to impress you, but now it's something she's really enjoys doing with you. You're such a good teacher to. Soft spoken, patient, doesn't leave her to figure things out without a guide. After enough time you attempt syncing up with her. It goes awful and you ended up kicking her in the face. You two look wonky dancing together, but she doesn't care. She just likes being able to do something she knows your passionate about with you. I mean you're like double her height and she is very multicolored compared to you so it's hard. But it's still fun. She has something she does where she trips you. But catches you before you hit the floor then pulls you into a kiss. The adrenalin from the sudden fall and her kissing you often leaves you speechless. Speaking of tricks. She often says that she's really tired and wants to lay down with you after even the shortest practice session with you. You know she's lying and just wants affection but is to embarrassed to say it. Or if she's feeling extra lazy she'll "trip" early into the session and when you go over to help her up, she grabs onto you and buries her face into whatever part of you is closest. You have lost many days practice because of this. But come on. You can't stay mad at that face. I mean look at her. She's a 4 foot tall jester lady. She's adorable.

(That this is bad. I as mentioned aren't amazing at character type requests.)

xoxo, Jester

[will80sbyers]

Sometimes I think about all the theories about Hopper's daughter being connected to the lab but if Hopper knew about the lab because he brought Sarah to receive their help then why was he so surprised in season 1 when he discovered all the things about it, that wouldn't make sense... At most they could have faked Sarah's death without him knowing and then experiment on her but I don't see how that plot could be necessary, it seems overly complicated!

Another thing that I would find overly complicated are the multiple timelines theories, it's too much to put on the table in the last season especially because the show has been based in tangible actions and events until now even when what happens seems a bit fantasy like Max coming back to life it all goes back to the science behind it with El acting like that machine that makes the heart beat again because of her telekinesis etc so to make a jump of multiple timelines now it just changes the nature of the show too much

I think it's possible that some type of time travel is included but it must stay in the really simple type with maximum 2 timelines or a time loop that starts when it ends- like Vecna being sent into his own past when he dies for example, like him dying and transforming into the black mass of particles and then being sent back in time with the gate

The twin theories / lost or switched child could be possible imo but it would feel a bit cheap for the type of show for me, I think those are ideas that fit best a different type of show... They are fun writing choices that I do enjoy sometimes but they always make the show be soap opera coded when they use it and I don't really want that for Stranger Things... Even if star wars used it that's one of the things I personally don't like from that saga, same thing for the villain being related to the hero... I just think it makes things a bit weird even if I can accept it as a storyline it's not something I would want in this show specifically, my opinion is that it does make the quality decrease a little bit

The theories where everything is a dream or manifestation and stuff like this are awesome ideas when they are used for tragic / very serious shows but I don't think ST fits inside that category either

Now what I could see are things like:

The underdog getting all they want & becoming the hero because of their good heart

Love saving the day / true love's kiss

Found family winning together against the darkness because they love each other

Each character confronts their deepest fears in a series of visions and overcomes them

Lots of action fight scenes

Something kinda simple and funny ends up being the solution that kills/stops the monsters

People losing memories

Corruption arc & possession

"Corrupted" character tricks the villain that underestimated them

Love confession speeches / moments

Friendship/Family speeches

A big happy sequence of silliness after the villain has been defeated

Happy ending but with some losses

Reveal of secret magic abilities from the "weak" character

Death of a mentor figure + hero sacrifice

The lame character turns out to be badass

Fake death moment where they cut making you think someone died and then they come back last minute to save the day

Characters end up being disabled because of the fight / losing limbs etc

Sidekick characters arrive in a team as a back up when the battle seems lost

A character is related to one of the minor antagonists and that stops them from attacking

Multiple battles at the same time

The final BIG battle

Wedding proposal during a battle

The villain gets finished off by their own creature

And many other ideas that I can't remember now but that fit the vibe of the show more than the others imo 🌈

[evolutionsvoid]

When it comes to living in the wilds, there is wisdom in being unseen. When you home is filled with hungry predators, staying hidden is an obvious strategy. You can't kill what you can't see! Or maybe you can...actually, you probably can. Eh, you get what I am getting at! Camouflage is one of the greatest skills one can have when trying to survive out in the wild, that and picking times and locations that have low predator activity to spend your waking hours in. Staying out of sight is a totally legit way to avoid predation, but on the opposite side of the spectrum is another totally valid strategy! Being noticed and standing out may seem like a dumb idea, but what if there is more to your bright colors? Often, flashy animals are poisonous ones, and their markings serve as a warning: "Eat me and you'll regret it." It is an effective way to ward off predators, as they eventually learn that those colors mean discomfort or even death. In fact, it is so potent of a defense, that some species have learned to mimic said patterns without being poisonous! They know foes stay away from these markings without a second thought, so copying the look can offer the same protection! So there is an option in staying completely out of sight, while another useful trick is standing out boldly. For the Veiled Assassin Frog, they see value in both.

The Veiled Assassin Frog lives in tropical rainforests, making its home in the lower branches that hang above the floor. While the word "frog" makes you think of a hopping creature, the Veiled Assassin has changed its mode of locomotion to more of a climbing crawling sort. The only leaps they do is to cover vast distances between branches, launching their bodies and grabbing hold of limbs with sticky hands. When clambering about, they do give the impression of bipedal movement, which they can do in limited fashion. The hunched gait does make folk thing of a ne'er do well, slinking through the shadows. At first glance, you may believe that they have committed fully to the concept of camouflage and hiding, wearing a sort of covering that helps them blend into the jungle around them. I would advise readers to take a closer look, though, as there is more to this story than simple moss and greens. 

If one were to remove this dripping, clinging cloak, they would see a vibrant body of bright greens and imposing blacks. A color combination that certainly gives the impression of poison! And to that you would be correct! The secretions on the wet skin of a Veiled Assassin are highly poisonous, attacking the nervous system. The results are muscle contractions, convulsions, your body betraying you in every way, until it eventually leads to death. Yowzas! That is some potent poison! Why would the Veiled Assassin hide its body if it carried such a deadly weapon? Well, that is because their camouflage isn't for predators, but instead for prey. Being bright flashy and the star of the scene is good for scaring away would-be attackers, but you got to eat too. How do you plan on catching prey if everyone can see you a mile away? For this, the Veiled Assassin has come up with a handy tool to help their odds. While there are plenty of greens and cover to find in the jungle, this frog has chosen to rely on a substance it can produce itself: skin.

Indeed, what you are seeing cloaking the body of a Veiled Assassin is a clumpy wet sheet of shed skin. Lots of creatures do it all the time, sloughing off old skin and scales to get a newer, cleaner layer. Some animals discard it entirely, while some choose to eat it to regain some lost nutrients, but this frog sees another option. The shed skin is dull and dark, a sad drab copy of their bright flesh. By hanging this over their frame, they hide their colors with it. This is helpful when they want to hide from prey, which is typically small mammals, insects, birds and other amphibians. They stalk the branches looking for food, climbing slowly and silently. When they spot prey, they get their sticky mitts ready. Some may attack from above, while others lunge from the shadows, extending a poison-coated hand to nab their quarry. If the animal is small enough, they will engulf them completely with their webbed fingers, and let them struggle in this poison cage. Typically, the poison seeps into eyes, nose, mouth and other absorbent membranes, eventually leading to death. For large prey, they have two different approaches. If they are in the position to target the head of a big meal, they will use their hands to swallow up the head of the target and try to introduce poison that way. Hopefully, by the time the victim is able to realize the situation and break free, they will have taken in a lethal dose of toxin and it is merely a matter of time. On that same note, the Veiled Assassin may flare its hands open to reveal a fan-like configuration, complete with razor edged webbing. With claws on the tips of its digits, it swings its fanned hands at prey and seeks to slice them open. While the claws themselves are not venomous, the poison soaking their body can easily seep into the wounds it creates. Then, once again, it merely waits for the poison to kick in and for the victim to succumb. 

If that is what they use their camouflage for, then what is the purpose of their bright colors? Why, it is for the predators that came looking for a snack! In their concealed state, it is easy for a carnivore to mistake them for another tempting meal, as their colors are masked. When a threat presents itself, the Veiled Assassin will be quick to show that it doesn't belong on the menu! The cloak of skin is slung off, revealing its warning colors. Often, said skin sheet is thrown at the predators themselves, temporarily disorienting them and causing them to flinch at the attack. The Veiled Assassin will then quickly flee, finding someplace safe to hide while it preps another sloughed layer of skin. To go with this shocking reveal, is their large tympanum that has eye-like markings on it. Makes it even more startling! If the foe is persistent, the fan hands come out and the agile amphibian seeks to slash and poison them. Folks compare this fighting style to sort of a dance, which has inspired some real dance styles in the locals. The fan-hands are used in full form, and even their sharp spines can be thrown into the mix, trying to thrust these poison-tipped needles into foes.

This shed skin layer is also helpful during the egg-laying season, as the males of this species will carry the female's eggs beneath this cloak. The wet nature of it prevents the eggs from drying out, and also masks them from predators. This time of year is when the male population of this species is extra testy, so be mindful of your surroundings when trekking through the jungle at this time. Though honestly, you should be wary 100% of the time you are making your way through a rainforest or any habitat for that matter. Sometimes danger is what you cannot see, while other times it is something that you can. The Veiled Assassin is very much a believer in both!

Chlora Myron

Dryad Natural Historian

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"Veiled Assassin Frog"

Been gone for a minute for work, but now I am back. Unfortunately, my poor timing with posting caused me to not finish uploading all the Arimakki pics in February. As a result, I will still be posting the rest here in time, but I am going to sprinkle in some other entries for flavor. Here ya go: assassin frog!

[cyten0]

A Symphony In Crimson

Act 1: A Movement in Black

Chapter 2

You stare at this person, this otherworldly being, in slight bewilderment. You don’t know what to say to them. They seem like some kind of astral being.

✸ “… My! Struck speechless at the sight of me, aren’t you? You’re so cute, stardust!”

✦ “Um?”

✸ “Aw Siffrin, look at you! All lost and confused.”

✦ “Wait, you know me?”

Your heart stops for a second. Do they know you, or-?

✸ “Why wouldn’t I know you? And not that borrowed name and face, but the actual you! Siffrin, the friendly monster! Though, I imagine you MUST feel a little on edge after your first death”

They- they know what you are-! Your heart paces, you can’t think-

✦ “HOW DO YOU-”

✸ “Aw of course I know, stardust! I know about you, your nature, your party, your loops, that mechanical keepsake who’s function you can’t remember, as well as your silver coin-”

✦ “JUST STOP TALKING PLEASE”

✸ “Oh stars, no need to yell. Just take a deep breath in, and out, okay? Not here to hurt you. Breathe with me?”

Your stomach hurts and your whole body is shaking and your heart is pounding like it’s going to explode, so you probably should. Slowly, following the strange being's lead, you breathe in, and out.

You both exhale, relaxed.

✸ “Now then. You have questions, so I’ll let you ask away!”

✦ “Right. So, I guess first of all, who are you?”

✸ “Right. Hm. Let’s go with… Loop! Your ally, Loop, here to help with the loops! Should be easy to remember! And for pronouns, you may use they/them. I’m sure you’ll be thinking about me all the time!”

Your sure you will. Namely because they seem a little annoying. But you guess you can’t be picky if they know your nature. You guess you should introduce yourself? They already know your biggest secret, but no idea how much they actually know about you.

✦ “Well uh, mine are-”

✸ “He/They, already know. I also know your party members. So no need to worry about introductions on your end! I am well up to speed on everything about you. Little benefit of my role~”

Right, that’s a headache. Whatever, you might as well skip the pleasantries and ask about the big thing, since they seem to know everything.

✦ “Right. So, you said I’m looping?”

✸ “Straight to the point, stardust! Just like a scientist should! I like it! That said, you may want to sit down for this~ It’s going to be a lot!”

They’re probably right, this does not feel like a simple thing. You find a nice root across from them and take a seat.

✸ “So. You’re stuck in a timeloop! Fun, right? Any time you die, you loop back in time and get to try it all over again! Very good, since you're not well fed and therefore can’t regenerate as much. No need to worry though, no matter how you die, you will come back just as healthy as you were this morning!”

✦ “Even if my heart gets destroyed?”

✸ “Even then. I mean, the boulder did a good job of that, and you're still back, right?”

✦”Fair enough.”

✸ “Of course, as you could tell, it’s not the only thing reset! Pretty much everything is. Your party's memories, the items you’ve gathered, and so on! Even keys, equipment and the like, so you’ll just have to remember where things are, though I can help with that.”

✦ “That’s pretty manageable. If annoying.”

✸ “Right! You’ll learn a few tricks as you go to negate some of that, but for now that’s how it will work. What will be of far more note is the things that DON’T get reset.”

You don’t like the sound of that.

✸ “The good news is that, as you’ve observed, your memories get to stay. Mine as well, as per my role of assisting you. Your combat knowledge, learned abilities and so on are here to stay. However, there is one other thing that doesn’t reset. One glaring issue~

✸ "Your hunger.”

You freeze. Oh stars. Oh.

✦ “Oh no.”

✸ “That’s right. Your hunger stays~ Meaning the only thing’s you have to work with is what you can obtain within the loop. And we both know that’s not much.”

Most of the sadnesses are in the house, and most wildlife is frozen in time by the curse just outside the town. And that’s assuming you could even sneak out long enough to try your hand at hunting. You’re only entering the house with the party, and there’s no way you can hide you eating a whole sadness in there! Bonnie's meals aren’t nearly enough to keep you together!

✸ “Now don’t panic! I can help with that too, a little. One of my abilities is to create portals to my own little realm, and I can bring the occasional sadness to you on the odd occasion you are alone. I suppose we have a decent opening here~ I can only do it so often, but I should be able to do it once per loop!”

✦ “Oh. Ok. That… thank you.”

It’s... still not much, but it’s something. It should keep you from going insane, at least. Hopefully. At least for a while. But… That’s strange, in that case then…

✦ “Then why do I feel more full then before?”

The figure flinches. They can’t meet your eyes as they speak.

✸ “...You got a little early bonus from my appearance. A little extra energy I had left over. I won’t go into detail.”

That… You don’t know what that means, but by their expression, it’s best you don’t pry.

✦ “Alright then. In that case, what kind of sadnesses are we working with?”

✸ “Best we stick to small fry you can eat quickly and quietly~ And don’t worry about eating in front of me, I won’t judge!”

✦ “Alright. Anything else I should know?”

✸ “Hm. Well, this loop ability isn’t monster related, as far as I can tell. As such, you can tell your party about it and not worry! They might even be able to help!”

✦ “Nah. It should be fine.”

The only thing to worry about is your hunger, and Loop can keep that at bay. You don’t see a reason to worry the rest of the party, not when you can try as many times as need be. And just in case Loop’s wrong and it IS related to your monster nature, you don’t want to risk it.

✸ “Hm. Very well! In that case, your best plan of action now is to not die! Should be simple! Might take a few times, but you’ll trial and error your way to a solution eventually.”

Considering they have a lot of knowledge, might as well see if they have anything helpful.

✦ “Any advice?”

✸ “Advice, yes. Hm. Don’t eat Pineapple! It’s toxic to you!”

✦ “...Really?”

✸ “VERY. Don’t try it, you’ll regret it!”

… That’s it? NOTHING of use?

✸ “Oh fine, let me get some real advice. If your listening or doing something you already did before, you can typically zone out for it and play along. You have a lot of practice doing that, might as well use it! Unless you do something different, nothing will change! So no point paying attention. Should make things go faster.”

✦ “Fair point. That is handy. Then I just have one question left for now.”

✸ “And that is?”

✦ “Why are you helping me?”

The figure pauses. And takes a deep breath, in and out.

✸ “… Because I asked to help. You deserve help. I might not always have answers, and there’s only so much I can do. But… You shouldn’t have to do this alone.”

A strange and vague answer. But you guess that’s all your getting for now.

✸ “Anyways, if that’s everything, we might as well get on that meal I mentioned beforehand! I’ll make sure they take a bit of a fall first, so they’ll be nice and weak! Wouldn’t want you to have to alert people by fighting!”

You take a quick look around, make sure no-one is around, and then get ready. The figure waves their hand, and a red gateway appears from above. A sadness falls from it, and you lunge, quickly driving your dagger down it’s throat so it can’t scream. Your tendrils ensnare it so it won’t run, and as you feel it squirm in fear in your grasp, you open your chest into a mouth much more suited for it’s size. You bite down, feel your teeth sink into it’s flesh, digging in deeper as it struggles.

It’s not the most pleasant food, practically hardened slime with no real organs to speak of, but the moment it insides leak into your throat you feel invigorated by the taste! It’s so much more filling then anything else, and the taste is so close to that unnervingly tempting smell of human flesh. As it stops struggling, it’s motions slowing into mere twitching, you quickly shove the rest of it in, before it can dissolve into useless salty water. You sit there, feeling it break apart within your stomach, filling you with vigor.

You then turn towards Loop, who stares at you with some surprise, but not nearly as much as you would expect.

✸ “… Well that was efficient! I dare say that should tide you over for a bit, hopefully~”

✦ “...Thank you.”

✸ “Of course! Think nothing of it. Last thing we want is you wandering around town hungry~ Speaking of which, you’d best get going. You’ve been here long enough people might start worrying!”

Right! You should hurry along, don’t want that! You wave goodbye to the strange astral being, and continue on with your day.

Alright Siffrin. Back to it, you have a country to save!

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So… That’s you. As your patron said, fully unaware of the loops before. And now you're not them…

It feels like your still you, doesn’t it? Maybe more then before, with how human like you are. Hard to believe this is just your patrons body. You can feel them at the back of your mind. Summoned by the sacrifice of your life. Life that shouldn’t have been yours. And now, the rest of you is walking around, blissfully unaware of what’s filling their belly. Blissfully unaware of the thousands of loops done between that memory of their first death and now. It’s sickening to see them so cheerful. You envy them. They don’t know the taste…

...Despite everything, you're glad how your patron handled this. 'Siffrin' doesn’t have to have those memories, and you can remember what’s useful from before.

You watch them wander about, talking with your- … their party. You don’t deserve to call them your party after what you did to them.

You shake the memory from your head. This realm affords you the view you need to watch over Siffrin, without interrupting the story any more then you need to. Even if it wasn’t part of your patron’s terms, you are quite happy just to watch. And rest. And never look your party in the eyes again.

You will be there for the beginning of this Siffrin’s journey, and find a path to it’s end. As befits The Fool Arcana, you suppose.

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Diabolik Lovers CHAOS LINEAGE ー Laito [06]

ー The scene starts in Laito’s bedroom at the Violet Manor

*Thud* 

Laito: ...Nnh...

Yui: Laito-kun! Thank god, you’re awake. 

Laito: Bitch-chan...? How...? My room...? I’m pretty sure we were in the dungeon...?

Yui: You don’t remember? You suddenly lost consciousness in our cell.

Azusa-kun came to check up on us and helped out. He carried you all the way here.

He even managed to convince Carla-san to give us permission to leave the dungeon, thank god.

Laito: I see...As to be expected of him...

*Rustle* 

Laito: Uu...

Yui: Ah! Don’t try to get up just yet.

Laito: Don’t worry, I can handle this much...

...Where are the others? 

Yui: Apparently the Scarlet Manor was showing suspicious movements, so they all headed out.

Although Azusa-kun stayed behind just in case. He’s patrolling the manor right now though. 

Laito: I see...

Yui: Laito-kun...?

( He’s been full of energy this whole time, but he seems somewhat out of it right now. I guess it’s because he only just woke up? )

Ah...You probably want some water, right? I’ll go get you some, okay?

*Rustle*

Laito: ...Wait. There’s something I’d like to ask you.

Yui: S...Sure, what’s wrong?

Laito: You told me before that we’re dating, but what was our relationship actually like? 

Yui: Eh...?

Laito: Tell me everything.

Yui: ...!

( This is the first time he’s shown interest...But, why? )

( No, that doesn’t matter. If he wants to know, I’ll tell him. )

You might not believe me, but you were living at a place called the Sakamaki Manor. As part of a family of six brothers.

Through a series of events...It was decided that I would move in there with you guys.

Laito: You moved into a house full of Vampires?

Yui: Yeah, at first I thought that maybe it was some kind of joke. I went through a lot of hardships as well...

But you know, through getting to know you better, I realized that you were also suffering in your own way.

Then little by little, I found myself wanting to remain by your side...

Laito: I was suffering? How so?

Yui: Wellーー

( Can I talk about Cordelia-san? )

( He clearly acted strange after hearing the sound of my heartbeat in the dungeon. )

Laito: Seems like you’d rather not share that. Oh well, I guess it’s fine. In return...

...Do you happen to know a woman with a very eccentric and strong impression?

Yui: Eh...?

( Is he talking about Cordelia-san...? I guess the woman he saw while he was having those dizzy spells must indeed have been... )

Laito: Judging by your reaction...You really do know her.

Yui: Ah, well...

( If I bring up Cordelia-san right now, he might just remember everything. )

( But should I tell him when they’re nothing but a bunch of bad, painful memories? If those cause him to suffer again... )

Laito: Why do you suddenly go quiet? I guess there’s still things you want to keep a secret despite seeming so insistent on talking to me about all of this.

Selection

→ Dodge the question (🖤)

Yui: I mean, I do know her, but she has nothing to do with what I want to talk about right now. 

Laito: You think you can trick me like that? It’s so blatantly obvious. 

Yui: ( ...He saw right through my lies. I don’t think I’ll be able to talk my way out of this one... )

→ Apologize (♡)

Yui: I’m sorry. I don’t exactly want to keep quiet. It’s just...

Laito: Then tell me already.

Yui: ...!

Yui: The woman you mentioned, she’s...

( No...I just can’t say it after all...! )

( I want him to remember. Still, I don’t want to see him in pain! )

Laito: ...Geez. Guess you can’t tell me after all.

You seemed so adamant about talking to me, but when you fear it might negatively impact you, you go quiet.

You really are a selfish girl, aren’t you?

Yui: Y-You’re wro...

Laito: I’m not going to press you with questions about it forever, so let’s forget about that woman.

It’s just...

*Rustle* 

Laito: I’ll have you reveal the secret behind your heart.

Yui: Wha...!?

ー He moves closer

*Rustle*

Yui: W-Wait! Let me go...!

Laito: Shut up.

Yui: ...!

( He’s no longer smiling...I shouldn’t oppose him right now... )

Laito: ...The sound of your heartbeat...I’m positive I’ve heard it somewhere before...

I could never forget...about such a distinctive sound...

Yui: Laito-kun...?

Laito: ...But I can’t remember...

Yui: Ow...If you press down on my arm that tightly...

Laito: ...Hey, Bitch-chan. What’s with your heart? 

I get this incredibly unpleasant feeling just from hearing it beat...

Yet at the same time, it also stirs up feelings of endearment, or sudden sadness...I just don’t understand.

Yui: This heart, you see...

( It’s your mother’s heart after all... )

( But I can’t tell him that. Laito-kun only ever experienced a terribly twisted kind of love from her after all! )

Laito: ...Aah. You still won’t tell me anything, huh?

Do you think you’ll get away with staying silent? Or do you get a kick out of keeping me on the edge of my seat like this?

I’m not in the mood for that right now, you see.

Yui: W-What...?

Laito: I’ve had those dizzy spells several times before. They always occur after I drink your blood. 

So I simply assumed that it was the richness of your blood getting to my head.

Yui: ( Now that he mentions it, something similar happened when we were ambushed by Ayato-kun and Kanato-kun... )

Laito: But I grew incredibly dizzy just from hearing the sound of your heartbeat. 

Yui: ...!

Laito: I just want to get rid of this irritation. I mean, I barely even feel like myself right now. 

All I care about is enjoying the moment. I never cared about when or how I’d die. That’s how my days have come and gone.

But right now...Something keeps swirling around inside my head and I can’t seem to control it myself.

Yui: That’s...

Laito: You know the answer to my questions. Right? Don’t you want to help me out?

Don’t you remember how you risked your own life to protect me back in the dungeon?

Yui: I...I’m sorry...

Laito: Excuse me? You think you can apologize your way out of this? It’s not an apology that I want to hear from you.

Honestly, why do I feel so angry? I’ve gotten kind of thirsty as well...

You’ll take responsibility for upsetting me, won’t you? 

Yui: Eh? ...W-Wait...!

Laito: Quench my thirst...with your blood...Nnh...Nn...

ー Laito bites her

Yui: Eek...Aah...!

( Once again, without mercy...My blood’s steadily flowing out... )

Laito: Haah...Even though it helps against the thirst, it doesn’t bring me any actual satisfaction...

Yui: ( Of course not. His missing memories, the memories of the love he never experiencedーー )

( There’s no way he’d get the affection he’s yearning after by doing this... )

I’m begging you, no more...Stop...

Laito: What are you saying? You love to get toyed around with, don’t you...?

Rejoice like you usually do. Come on, I’ll drink from your ear? ...With all of my mind, painfully...Okay?

Yui: No...Sto...!

Laito: Even right now, I can’t get enough of seeing you utterly terrified like that...Nnh...Phew...

Yui: Uu...Ah...Aah...

Laito-kun...

Laito: Nnh...Nn...Haah...Yes? Are you ready to spill the beans now, unable to bear with the pain?

But it’s too late now...Guh...

Yui: ( ...Eh? )

Laito: Kuh...This again...? It’s even worse than before...

Yui: ( He’s dizzy again...!? I’m still a bit shaky in my step since he just sucked my blood but... )

Uu...O-One second, okay...!? I’ll go call Azusa-kun right awaーー

*Thud*

Yui: Eh...?

( I heard the sound of something breaking just now... )

Ayato: Eve! You bitch, where are you!? Answer me if you’re there!

Kanato: We came all the way here to get you. So please, just be a good girl and show yourself.

Yui: ( These voices...Ayato-kun and Kanato-kun!? )

( No way, just when Carla-san and the others aren’t here...Also, right now Laito-kun is...! )

ー Azusa enters the room

*Thud* 

Azusa: Eve, Laito...!

Yui: Azusa-kun! Ayato-kun and Kanato-kun are...!

Azusa: Seems like they’ve come to attack us, using the fact that the others are absent to their advantage...

I’ll keep them busy, so the two of you should...

Laito: Uu...

Azusa: Laito? You’re still feeling unwell...?

Laito: I’m fine...Dealing with those two is more important right now, no?

I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can fight in my current condition...

Azusa: Yeah, you should escape through the window...

Ayato: How many times do I have to tell you to show yourself!?

Azusa: They’re coming...Hurry!

Laito: Bitch-chan, let’s go...

Yui: O-Okay...

( He can barely walk...Will he be okay? )

( ...No, right now, we just have to run. Ayato-kun and Kanato-kun are after us...! )

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

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♱ Au/Character/Relationship Trope suggestions but they get more specific ♱ :

「 ✰ Red is my personal fav :- 」

Cocky Boxer x mature trainer

Tired sheriff x criminal who loves the chase

flower shop x tattoo shop

Dumb x dumber

Chubby (insecure about it) x finds it sexy

Hates touch x extreme ocd

Farmer x curious city boy

Too sober x too drunk

Reincarnated dude x lover from past life

Hot electrician x stay at home husband

Tall shy x small big daddy energy

Sylvia Plath girl x Albert Camus guy

Art school student x cocky engineering student

Rich modern artist x renaissance dick rider who hates them

Overly explains the history of ancient artifacts x "I know"

Sir you're not allowed to dress in a chicken mascot here x doesn't stop

Makes literature/book references x the only one who understands them

Avoids paying for meals in restaurants in creative ways x doesn't fall for any of their tricks

Breathes x JSVDJEJWMWNSN

Emo artist x bubbly scientist

Baker x single dad with 2 daughters

Arrogant celebrity x fan who pretends to not care about them (they're losing their mind)

Talkative coffee shop barista x grumpy insomniac who only drinks black coffee

Obnoxious x tolerant

Museum lover x hates museum

Poor asf x has money to burn

Electric guitarist x amateur guitarist

Bulky patient plumber x clumsy himbo

People only like them for their looks x blind

stalker x worse stalker who stalks the stalker

Apologist x why are you apologizing?

Angry villain asking 'who did this?' x hero who's severely injured by another villain

Bad first impression x doesn't let them forget about it

Rude asf x apologizes for them

Depressed x depressed but intellectually dramatic about it (reads Kafka)

Flirty x wants nothing to do with them but falls twice as hard at the end

Author who hangs out at graveyards x a really concerned passerby

lost man x letting lost man sleep in his house

Immortal x a really confused Grim Reaper

Prince who can't sleep x musician who can make them sleepy

Receptionist x highly annoying store repeater

Loves pottery x asks them to help with pottery

Underrated singer x is their Top listener

Librarian x guy who can't read but stays in the library anyway

Overworked student x student who always sleep but scores higher

Friendly gardener x cold businessman but has a soft spot for them

Visits abandoned buildings x coward (they're build like a tank)

"Wait...so you're not a girl?" x "I get that a lot"

Elementary school teacher x accountant who dislikes children (says they're annoying)

Demon who always visits earth x angel who has to drag them back to hell

world renown chef x harsh food critic who dislikes everything the chef cooks (the chef is determined to change this)

Hopeless romantic deity x the most stinky lazy bum to ever exist (the deity adores them)

Overly worried about what others think x fuck it we only live once + do it for the plot

'so there's this book I've been reading...' x 'tell me all about it'

Attention seeker x obsessed with fictional characters (attention seeker is jealous of this)

Loud neighbor hosting parties every week x annoyed neighbor crashing their parties in the most weird ways possible

Spoiled emperor who manipulates everyone with his power to intimidate them x too dense to understand threats

Lazy bum like a koala x nags a lot but finds them endearing

I can't shut up x the only one who can make them willingly shut up with just a glare

"At least I'm being brave about it" x "whatever you say"

Fakes headaches and always sleeps in the school infirmary x class monitor who won't let this slide

Fakes being perfect (really insecure) x knows the secret that they try to hide (they make a deal)

Popular as the Mr. Nice guy (actually two-faced and gets mad easily) x discovers their secret side and confronts them about it (Mr. Nice guy begs them to keep it a secret)

Beyond beautiful model x nerdy photographer

Scary on the outside (actually really soft) x nice on the outside (the one you should actually be scared about)

Soft spoken yoga instructor x easily flustered gym bro

Desperate Journalist x celebrity who loves pranks and disguises

Doctor in a small town x the same patient who keeps getting into trouble

"This particular detail symbolizes the emptiness residing within the frail human mind and the bleak nature of their demise. What do you think?" x "That's a triangle"

Small Streamer x CEO who watches their live streams and donates a lot

Ex-professional wrestler x idiot who challenges anyone to a fist fight at waffle house

Always arguing for some reason x tries to be nice but snaps and argues twice as much (they make out to make up)

Loves sweets x hates them but has a collection of sweets in case they want it

Childhood friend who remembers everything x pretends to not know them but has a deep crush

Dimension traveller who tries to change their lovers fate x their lover that is destined to die during Christmas Eve in every alternate universe

Rock collector x son of a billionaire who would shamelessly pick up rocks from random places to give it to them and gets articles written about his weird behavior

Coworker with no vehicle x coworker with a cool bike and is willing to give them a ride

Goes to the cinema every night, every day to watch horror movies x watches the same movie as they do every night and thinks they're a stalker (the other thinks they're a stalker too but they get along and discuss the movies they watch)

Do what you will with these ideas

🂱 If you write a fic inspired by them pls tell me the title on Ao3 or Wattpad so I could read it 🂱

[haysprite]

*crawls out from a hole* do you have any headcanons of Julie to share with us :)

Jesus where did that hole come from,,, And oh boy do I !!! This isn't all of em, but they're all the ones I have written down so far! I also have a lot including Frank, but that'll be it's own separate post later since this is mainly about her <3

• AuDHD go brrr

• She hyperfixates on a lot of different things, but her strongest one has been on slasher films and serial killers; Will infodump at any time if given the chance, it's part of why she connected with Frank so quickly

• Absolutely loves nicknames! She loves giving them to her friends, and loves when people use nicknames for her as well

• Steals Frank’s clothes a LOT. She steals his jackets the most and will make sure he sees her wearing em, they’re just v comfy and she feels close to him at all times this way

• I feel like she’s got a secret sweet tooth. Cupcakes are her favorite treat, specifically red velvet

• Often gets lost in her thoughts as she draws. Loves going to coffee shops to just doodle random patrons she finds interesting or her friends. Frank is one of the main subjects of her work

• Absolutely loves having girls nights with Susie; they do each other's hair, paint their nails, and stay up late watching a movie with lots and lots of popcorn

• She’s the type of gal to walk out into a blizzard in a tank top, which gets her a LOT of worried and/or judgmental stares; If Frank is around, he’ll give her his hoodie every damn time, cause how tf is this bitch not cold?

• Super cold hands, she likes to place her hands on the back of people’s necks or grab their arms to make em jump from how cold they are

• Doodles on her arms a lot in pen; She wants a tattoo but is indecisive about what to get, so she just sticks to this for the time being

• She prefers tea over coffee, though she’s not too picky about either one, just can’t be too bitter or else she’ll toss it out immediately

• Can’t cook for shit, I feel like the most she’d be able to make is boxed mac n cheese, and even then she’d fuck it up a lot. She’d rather get take out anyway, it's a lot easier to steal food than it is to make it 

• Is STUPID good at knife tricks! She loves tossing around a knife in her hand, showing off cool tricks to her friends, and is even pretty good at knife throwing

• She’s pretty smart academically, she just doesn’t particularly enjoy actually having to put effort into assignments, so she just bullshits her way through classes and prays that tests are enough to get her through cause fuck homework, am I right kids?

• Ditches school a LOT to hang out with Frank

• She likes to sing along with her favorite music, but tends to not do it around other people. The other three caught her once, and though she doesn’t have the best singing voice, they still loved listening to her

• Red is her absolute favorite color

• She was the only one who knew about the friendship bracelets Susie was making for the group, since Susie wanted some input on what she thought everyone’s bracelet colors should be

• She doesn’t cry often, but oh boy, when she does? It’s gonna take a while to calm her down cause she’s gonna be a wreck for a lil while

• She has almost a motherly instinct when it comes to Susie, almost always knowing when she’s upset and how to help her out

• Loves to get Joey to gossip with her, cause ooh boy he likes to pop off sometimes, and she enjoys listening to him complain sometimes cause it can be pretty funny

[cherokeegal1975]

Johnathan was a family man and cargo runner and had no interest in getting entangled in royal affairs. So, when a deposed and fleeing princess arranges a meeting to give him a package to keep safe, he was reluctant to take it. But she convinced him to hide the royal seal until she needed it back despite himself. Unknown to him, she had also ticked him into carrying another precious cargo.

When Johnathan learns of the trick, he’s furious. When he confronts the princess about it, he learns it’ll be impossible to return it before it’s appointed time. Then she tells him of an unbreakable bond between them and ends a long search for someone he had lost as a boy. So, instead of revenge, he does what he can to help her. He must also avoid capture; the King would execute Johnathan if he ever found out about his secret cargo.

Author's Note 11/12/2023: Just looking for some honest feedback. People click on it, but they don't stay as far as I can tell. Or maybe a very few do, but they don't say anything. I won't be reposting this again on YouTube. It'll eventually sink under the pile of other posts there and I'm going to let it. But that doesn't mean I intend for it to be forgotten.

I find the number of people clicking on it, not staying and not saying anything very frustrating. Those comments mean a lot to me when i do get them.

This story contains adoption more than once. Tragedy, some romance, barely any sex, a princess that rescues herself in the background of the story, talking rats...beautiful ones. One of the main protagonists is a lovely golden rat who's a loyal companion to Johnnathan. There's even a jail break under desperate circumstances. Some sci-fi and fantasy elements though out. A constant threat of an evil King who doesn't have a legitimate claim to the throne with enough supporters that even the powerful princess has to make a run for it and gather an army. Gay werewolves in one chapter...I don't know why I put them in. Seemed right. Didn't even know it was a thing in this genera when I was writing it. Fake Middle East, very little research was done. There's more to it than just the genera of this book. I tried to keep the pace up at a good speed and make the whole story as well balanced as I could.

Even though the cultural inaccuracies were deliberate, I was never rude. I just borrowed bits of the real Middle East, bits of old Hollywood versions of the Middle East and threw in my own ideas.

Like the gay were wolves, I don't know why I put in a talking rat as a main character. Or the shape shifting dragon girl. But, they seemed right and it was nice to put a rat into a positive role when all so often they are all too often in negative ones. I've seen only three stories with rats in positive roles. One is Splinter from TMNT and that white rat in The Abyss movie. The Secret of Nymph might count too.

This is just a few of my story elements. I'm not going to give you any more spoilers. You're going to have to find out for yourself about the rest of it.

I will say this much, this isn't a fetish story. I never intended it to be. Just a fun experiment inspired by an online dumpster dive that was worth exploring, but most of what I found was awful. So, I did my own story to see if I could do better. That's it.

Any suggestions on hashtags that will attract attention? I've gotten a few of my ques from other posts, but I don't know how to make it more noticeable.

[oceansprompts]

marvel's midnight suns | misc quotes 3

Tell me, do you have any tried and true ways to avoid being triggered?

How has your, uh, [abilities/job] affected your loved ones?

On the Stark scale of recklessness yet daring heroics I give it a solid six out of ten. Don’t worry, you’ll get there. With a little help.

Stopped here before, while you were out- wanted to surprise you with a nice little housewarming present. Was all set to write you a lovely welcome note but I’m fairly certain that wasn’t red ink in your “quill”.

Certainly got that new suit of yours done a lot faster than I expected. Speaking of… what’s the verdict, boss?

The roar of the ocean, winds moaning through the rafters…

So, you tell me: what’s not to be troubled about?

Hydra may be on the rise, but they will never rise above the Tower.

Go ahead! What are you waiting for?! Say it! Tell me I screwed up!

How did I let him play me like that?!

Half the night I’m shaking hands and managing expectations…

Are you really going to chase the birthday girl through a hellish dimension?

It’s not gonna be easy to get that sample…

I mean call me crazy…

Give me a couple hours and a decent lunch…

Gives us our biggest ace in the hole! I know, the irony isn’t lost on me.

I’m serious, what kind of hero are you…

If you can deliver, great. Otherwise, he should get out of the way, you know?

So in a way, it’s kind of poetic. I’m gonna use dad’s shady tech…

My appreciation of magic is evolving quite a bit…

I think he’s afraid I’m gonna turn around and become an even greater sorcerer than he is.

Every problem has a solution, my friend…

I don’t like to say that I do my best work under pressure, but I think this time, I even amazed myself.

Or maybe you’re smart and you know I can get us across the finish line?

How would you, ah, handle something like that?

If that fails, we shoot him off into outer space…

I know I said I was completely comfortable with that thing before, but I may have lied…

And now here we are, two friends, enjoying a moment…

Yeah. I don’t want to know card tricks or anything like that…

If you don’t mind, can we keep these lessons between you and me?

Is it crazy that I’m actually kind of enjoying this?

Yes! Blazing trumpets, fiery pits, Thor’s backyard–where did you end up?

Acceptable answers are “genius design,” “work of a genius”–really, anything involving the word “genius”.

Money isn’t everything, but it’s a lot of things…

No, the whole situation. Chasing magic pages from an evil book…

Well, I am in the middle of something. Come back later.

I cannot let such a fate happen to her.

And when all you knew was darkness and despair growing up…

What I eat is none of your business.

I do not think I will ever sleep again: not until we find her.

Don’t you also hear it calling out to you in your dreams sometimes, whispering secret things, dark think?

Like I said earlier, we’re all mutants. Not to freak you out or anything.

Wait, if you found your way to this place… What did you hear?

This day is an anniversary of my weakness… Nothing more.

I should stay here, this evening. I can endure the stares and the whispers… But not tonight.

You can, but I should not. Don’t worry, I will return in the morning.

She should trust us… We should be trusted.

I do. I just think wearing a hellhound’s skin to bypass a demonic barrier…

I don’t know if I’ve recovered from my traumas…

I did not say you. This…is a place I like to take all my…colleagues.

The others would not understand. But I know you do, as we both… Have so much in common.

And more importantly, you’re proving to be quite a good… friend.

It never felt right for a bad person like me to fight with the good guys… Until you showed me how.

Am I a monster for being grateful it happened as it did?

I will never apologize for being comfortable with my darkness…

When this battle is over, you should come back with me, join the X-Men.

There is always strangeness in the background. Like hippie aliens…

Made from octopus, marbled with ginger shavings…

Hunter, what I most appreciate is that you always know when to say nothing.

No. Something you can do by yourself during the bleak moments.

It must be worse for you. All the faces are new.

It comes so easy to you. Even when you are a butt, you are a likable butt.

This was the only music I had for so long…

Replacing you was too much to ask of her.

Not to me. You are incapable of replacing her.

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THE RULES

I WAS NINE years old when I died for the first time. I was nine years old when I learned how to relive my past. I was nine years old when I experienced my first glimpse into the future. Nine was a big year for me.                

I’ve made a habit of living my life according to a handful of rules I’ve set over the years. So far, as long as I follow them, I stay alive, and my sanity prevails. Unfortunately, I also think this might be where I went wrong.

Rule Number 1: Never give away the future unless someone will die. Even then, maybe make a pros and cons list. It might come across as heartless, but everything is for your safety. Also, if it appears like it can’t possibly backfire, in my experience, it usually does.

Rule Number 2: Never acknowledge the ghosts. Don’t talk to them. They are endlessly annoying. While some of them may need help, most just want company and attention. All I’m saying is I warned you.

Rule Number 3: Never pry into someone’s head. It’s none of my business or yours what someone thinks of their husband’s new dildo fascination, that you like to pick your boogers and wipe them under your boss’s desk when he’s not looking, your incredibly creepy internet stalking habits, these are some of the things I just don’t want to know.

Please don’t beg me to read you. You need to understand, I have enough problems of my own, and I don’t need yours too. I’m not a party trick to show off to your friends. Maybe I helped you one day, against my better judgment. Or you learned something you shouldn’t know because I slipped up and told you. These are not open invitations for you to spill my secrets to the world.

Rule Number 4: Stay in your own body. If God forbid, it gets lost or misplaced; it can be a pain in the ass to track a body back. Not that I’ve ever done it. Okay, I haven’t done it recently, and that’s what counts.

Rule Number 5: Never get caught moving objects with your mind. It could mean certain death! Well, maybe not certain death. It hasn’t killed me yet, but people get scared. There is no way to tell what a fear-fueled human is capable of, this much, I’m sure. Plus, nobody likes a show-off.

My name is Faer. I’ve always thought my parents were laughing at my expense, naming me Faer, especially when all my siblings have relatively normal names. In grade school, children were ruthless. Someone thought it was oh-so-funny to point out I must be the “fairest of them all,” like I hadn’t heard that joke a hundred times in the boy’s locker-rooms. Eventually, it earned me the nickname Snow White. It was shortened to Whites by my buddies over time. As I grew older, I seemed to grow into Faer. Now, I even sort of like it most days.

Mom was pregnant for the first twelve years of my life, or so it seemed. Coming in at number four of eleven meant getting overlooked a lot. Battling for attention was a pointless cause. There wasn’t enough to go around. Besides, I found other ways to entertain myself, particularly after my ninth birthday.

IN THE WINTER of 1970, my family lived in Hood River, Oregon. Lumbering down at the streets below from atop a large hill was our uninviting blue Victorian. December was intensely nasty, and the snow-covered hillsides were a siren’s call to each of us. We didn’t often have enough money for a proper sled, but a garbage bag or a cardboard box always worked in a pinch.

One Friday after breakfast, my older siblings and I decided to journey the two blocks from our house to the local Tire and Rubber Company. The store manager and my father were drinking buddies, and I think he always had a soft spot for us kids. He wouldn’t mind us sledding behind his shop, as long as we didn’t leave our makeshift sleds behind.

There was a steep forty-foot hill behind the building. A wall of ivy lined the path down to the bottom, where a small construction site clustered. The rumor was they were building a new theater. Despite the construction site, we dubbed the area the perfect place for sledding.

All afternoon we slid down that hill. I would use the path my older brother laid in the snow to climb back up. I grabbed onto nearby ivy as a makeshift rope, only to slide back down as soon as I’d made it to the top. We were coming up with as many new and foolish ways to sled down the hill as we could: backward, in a sibling chain, on our bellies, and we even tried to stand up and surf the hill like a giant snow-crested wave.

When hours of fun passed, the sky lit with the vibrant pinks and purples of a cold northwest evening, and echoes of my father’s voice yelling from the house drifted in the air. It was dinnertime. This meant one thing to us Michelson children: get home pronto.

My dad was the kind of man every child feared. The Cherokee passed down through his grandmother showed prominently in his cheekbones, and, on the off chance, he graced you with it, his broad smile. He was gruff and frequently unshaven. His deep voice caused every adolescent to remember there were consequences for unruly children. No one crossed, Dad. He had a number of painful belts that reminded us how to behave, should we forget. In his mind, children were seen but never meant to be heard.

My oldest brother, Patrick Junior, was fourteen, five years my senior. He was always the one left in charge. While his big blue eyes got him out of trouble with teachers, he often took the brunt of punishments from Dad when things went wrong with my siblings.

Being Mr. Responsible, Patrick repeated the call of Dad. “If you dawdle, Dad will be pissed. You gonna pick your switch tonight, Faer? Cus Dad’s going to color your ass bruised.”

“Yea, I know,” I said.

As my three siblings started to head home, I turned back around to the hill. I wanted to go down one more time, and impulse got the best of me.

“Whites, you better get your butt back to the house. I’m not going to save you,” Patrick said. He gave me the bossy older brother look. You know the one.

“Just one more time,” I said.

“Your life, dude. If dad asks, I’m telling him you wouldn’t listen,” Patrick said. He turned and left without a second thought.

I curved back around with a renewed rush of excitement. I took out my plastic bag and sat down at the edge of the hill. I inhaled a deep breath of icy air and pushed myself over one last time—the wind in my face and the smell of crisp snow lingering on a plume of fog, my arms outstretched; it was exhilarating.

It was also short-lived.

When I got to the bottom, I started thinking about what Patrick said. I didn’t want to make dad mad. I’d had a minor lapse in judgment. One more turn down the hill seemed worth it at the time, but I started to rethink my choice. If I hurried, I might still be able to catch up with my brother and sisters.         

I latched onto the vines and started up the hill—one foot at a time. I was sure to climb into the pre-existing path Patrick made. I neared the top when I heard a loud snap.

My head was down. I was too busy watching my feet and didn’t lookup. The ivy broke, and I fell backward down the slope, feet overhead. I lost control of my body, unable to grab anything to brace myself or slow down. I reached out, but my fingers slipped through the snow. I kept tumbling down the hill until I lost consciousness.

WHEN I CAME to, I wasn’t outside in the snow anymore, but I was somewhere else–vast, yet empty. Had I been moved? I stood in a large open area I’d never experienced before (because an experience was the only way to describe where I was).

It was too quiet, no noise at all—no rustling of trees, no chirping of birds, not even the sound of my heartbeat. My surroundings were opaque but still too bright. Although the natural temperature was a relief, somewhere in the logical part of my brain, I knew I should be scared. Except, I felt more at home than I ever had in my real home for a reason I couldn’t put words to.

I blinked and found a woman standing over me. Had she been there the whole time, or did she just arrive? As I moved to sit up and assess my surroundings, she stepped back, giving me the space to move. She watched me take in the view with a look of, dare I say, admiration?

I wish I could describe her in accurate detail. I don’t think even if a scale reached one million, I could tell you exactly how I felt when I was near her. The number I was living in hasn’t been discovered.

At every angle, the woman’s hair was a vivid new color. It held the complexity of a rainbow only a thousand times over. It was as if I saw what color was for the first time. Would my heart leave my chest if I touched her? I didn’t know who she was, but if there is a God, he’s got nothing on her.

We talked.

At the time, I took it all in, gobbling up her every word. Now though, I don’t recall everything that transpired. It felt as though we talked for hours or days, although it could have been weeks. When I was with her, time had no meaning. Everything she said captivated me, and I had so many questions. I remember she answered each of my inquiries with exceptional care. There was no hunger. I never got tired or cold. I was only nine, but I’d never felt healthier or filled with more energy. Finally, after what could have been a century, she looked at me directly. Her eyes filled with the intensity of sky, stars, and the vastness of the cosmos above.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“It’s time,” she said.

“Time for what?” I asked.

“Time to go home, Faer.”

Concern and nerves made adrenalin pulse in my veins. “I don’t want to go. Why can’t I stay here with you?”

This time she looked at me, love and understanding reflected, “You will remember some of this visit, Faer,” she said. “The important things will come back to you when you need the information. When everything has come to pass, then you can and will come back to me.” Her smile was soft, and my heartfelt at ease, “For now, you have to go home. Your family will become worried about you.”

The word family barely escaped her mouth before she was gone.

WHEN I OPENED my eyes again, it was dark. The sun had set, and I was alone. I seemed to be back, although from where I couldn’t say.

I was lying on the hard ground, covered in more than two inches of snow. I sat up too quickly, and my head started to swim. I was at the bottom of the hill once more, but I was covered in blood this time.