#..and some of my same foods that I eat on a daily basis

[st4rsinthenight]

★..ehem. Ignore this. or not-★

⭐|.. I love you tortilla with feta and sun dried tomatoes, I love you hardboiled eggs and feta combo, I love you spicy food, I love you spicy chorizo pasta, I love you sriracha and tabasco, I love you lettuce with salt, oil, and a ton shit of lemon, I love you salted caramel ice cream, I love you lemon slushies, I love you mint lemonade, I love you ice cold water, I love you waffles, I love you cheese and ham toasties, I-

[averydayss]

Heaven Sent𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪

she said don't get too attached but she attached to me

>>contents: in which Jake found out that his crush of 4 years, y/n wrote him a love letter

>>warnings: fluff, angst

>>now playing: Heaven Sent - Tevomxntana

Who wouldn't know of the one and only Sim Jaeyun? He is what most people would call a heartthrob, his angelic face paired with his beautiful voice and sweet personality would make anyone fold.

Jake is very popular in school, people would automatically look at him wherever he goes. Y/n was one of those people.

Y/n has been crushing on Jake for the past 2 years. Sure she is in the same grade as him, but she doubts Jake even knows her name. Besides shes too shy to talk to him whitout it being akward

Y/n had already made a love letter for him but she didn't want to give it to him, afraid that he would reject her which was probably going to be the case. He had so much pretty fans that send him love letters on a daily basis

It was after class, me and Winter was heading to the cafeteria to eat some food since we both didn't eat breakfast today.

"Hey isn't that Jake's group? The one being surrounded by girls right now" winter pointed to a small crowd of girls who seemingly was surrounding a group of boys

Y/n nodded and was seemingly suprised, sure she knew that him and his group of friends were popular but she didn't expect them to be THAT popular.

"Perhaps this is another sign that he will never like me" she said with her head resting on the table

"Noo don't say that, mabye he just doesn't like to show who he likes?" Said winter with a soft voice

"Really? I don't even know his ideal type, how am i supposed to make him even look at me?" Asked y/n

"Wait, your brother is in his friendgroup right? Can you pls ask him who Jake's ideal type is?" Asked y/n with a pleading voice

Winter shook her head "NO, besides what if my brother thinks that I like Jake instead? It would be too akward and traumatizing for me"

Y/n sighed "If you ask him I'll treat u mint choco for the next month". "REALLY?" asked Winter with an enthusiastic voice.

"Mhm, but you have to ask him and promise not to tell ur brother that i like Jake" said y/n. "Deal" winter said while holding up a pinky finger

The next day, y/n hurried to school to get information from Winter. "SO DID U GET ANY INFORMATION?" asked y/n enthusiasticly

"Duh, of course i did" said Winter. "THEN WHAT IS IT" asked y/n curiously

"My brother asked Jake whats his favorite color in a girl, he answered anything is good, he also asked jake whats his type and he said girls who are nice and also smart girls" answered Winter in a detailed way

"He likes smart girls? What's his next class? Mabye i can lend him my notes to make him think im smart" asked y/n

"If im not wrong him and my brother share the same class, if im not mistaken his next class is chemistry"

"Really? That's perfect then, i had chemistry before and i took some notes"

"Then you should give him ur notes before his next class starts" said winter after taking a bite of her lunch

"THANKSIES ur the best Winter i owe u a lot" said y/n. "Of course you do" said winter while rolling her eyes playfully.

Fortunately, y/n found Jake beside his locker whitout anyone else

"Heyy Jake, did you study for the chemistry test yet? If not i can lend u some of my notes" said y/n nervously while making a small smile

"Y/n? It's really rare seeing u talk to me, sure I'd love ur notes" said Jake while flashing his infamous smile who took u so much to not fold. With that you lent him Jakes notes

Chemistry class ended and y/ns notes was a big help for him. But he forgot to return y/ns notes after class and now he was stuck with her notebook

At home, Jake started studying, although he couldn't focus studying because of the way y/n smiled at him earlier, if only she knew how much he liked her

Jake has had a crush on y/n for the past 4 years, but Jake never started a conversation with her because she seems akward everytime he talks to her, and because of that he concluded that she simply didn't like to talk to him

It was kind of a bummer since everytime she talked to anybody else, y/n always has an energetic vibe and tone to it, very different than when she talked to him.

When he was stuck in a chemistry question, he remembered that there was a formula in y/ns note that would solve it

When he dug through his bag, he found y/ns pink notebook. When he was flipping through the pages a paper fell out. When he bent over to grab the notes, he froze.

In the note was a familiar name "To: Sim Jaeyun". He knew in a way that this was an invasion of privacy, although in his defense there was his name

"Hey, im Y/n from class 12B, you probably don't know me but I've had a crush on u for 2 years but I can't confess to you in person since it would be really akward. I love your smile and the way you treat others so kindly, its like your heaven sent. I know you probably don't feel the same way to me even though i hope you do but i wanted to get this feeling off my chest."

To: Sim jaeyun, From: y/n

Jake couldn't believe his eyes, his crush of 4 years liked him back all along? He felt like he was on cloud 9, smiling so much all night

The next day, Jake didn't even bother eating breakfast. He wanted to arrive to school as fast as possible to confront y/n about the letter and possibly confess to her too. There he saw y/n walking through the halls

"Hey y/n" Jake approached you while lightly tapping your shoulder. "Jake? Whats up?" Y/n said.

"Sorry i forgot to return your notebook yesterday, here it is" Jake said while lending your pink notebook to you

"I know this is probably an invasion of privacy but i saw your love letter to me"

"What do you mean?" Y/n asked confused. Whitout saying anything Jake pulled a familiar letter out of his pocket

You suddenly feel your face heat up. You remember writing that letter a year ago and you were planning to give him the letter on valentine's day. You didn't ended up doing that because you were to scared that he would reject you

So instead, you placed the letter in-between the pages of your notebook and you forgot to take it before you lent him your notebook

"About that, im sorry it's totally okay if you don't feel the sam-" before y/n could finish her sentence, she felt his lips pressing against her lips. He kissed you

When he finally pulled back, y/n was still in shock. "I like you too, y/n. For 4 years I've liked you" he said with a soft smile

Since that day, y/n and Jake became the schools favorite couple

💳: divider by @v6que. Other images are from pinterest, credits to all the owners

A/N: Feel free to request something xx

[nayoungs-archive]

𝐢. 𝗇𝖺𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀'𝗌 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝖽𝖾!

disclamer! these tips are all from experience, they've been tried and tested by yours truly. please note that i am not a skin specialist, and if you have any major skin concerns, visit a dermatologist! always remember that you are beautiful just the way you are, and these tips are aiming to help you achieve a healthier overall lifestyle.

i. skin types: everyone's skin is different! so, the first and most important step is to find out what kind of skin you have. is it oily? is it often dry? is it sensitive to certain products? determining your skin type will aid you in finding products that work for you, making it a crucial step.

ii. drink more water: i know, you've heard it a million times! but i cannot emphasise how important it is to drink water! not just for your skin, but it benefits your overall health and well-being. dehydration can cause dryness, and oiliness- which can lead to heat boils and breakouts. drinking 2-3 litres of water every day can clear up your skin significantly!

iii. avoid oily and fried foods: health begins on the inside, so we must nourish our skin the same way! oily foods can clog your pores, and make your skin greasy. in general, processed and fried food is bad for your health as it is full of preservatives and artificial flavouring. although it is important to treat yourself from time to time, avoid eating these on a daily basis.

iv. stop touching your face: i understand how hard this might be for some of you because we end up subconsciously touching our face from time to time, but not touching your face is a crucial habit and you must train yourself to reduce the number of times you touch your face. touching your face with unwashed hands makes your skin oily and dirty. song jia revealed she only touches her face while applying basic skincare or washing her face. it seems impossible, but you can do it!

v. apply sunscreen daily: no matter what, you must include sunscreen in your skincare routine. regardless of the weather, it's important since the uv rays from the sun harm your skin, and pollutants in the air (especially in the city) can damage your skin significantly. i use neutrogena and it's super lightweight and gives your skin a glowy and clean look.

vi. weather matters: weather conditions play a big role in determining which skincare products you should be using. for example- if you live near the sea coast, you might not need to moisturise due to severe humidity, but if you live in a cold and dry country, a heavy moisturiser might be advisable! if you are interested in skincare tips for people living in tropical countries- comment!

vii. facewash usage: again, it depends on where you live. i personally live near the coast, so i end up washing my face thrice a day due to constant sweating. during winter, take a call on whether you need to use a facewash in the mornings. over-cleansing can strip your skin of natural oils, which does more harm than good. if the climate where you live is not too severe, i would recommend washing your face twice a day.

nayoung's note: hope these tips helped you! feel free to let me know how they worked in the comments.

[engeorged]

In Good Hands?

Author's note: This is my attempt to write a ghost story, inspired by some of the amazing artwork out there featuring ghost hands. Also, I can't find a way to naturally explain what Yann looks like in the story, but as I'm writing to him, I'm picturing him as something akin to John Krasinski. Very tall and unconventionally handsome but with a killer bod underneath his scruffy clothes. Hope that helps?

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Day One

As part of my dissertation on paranormal activity in domestic properties I’ve searched the internet and found the most haunted airbnb that I could find. This is my diary to document my experiences whilst I live here for 3 months. It might be helpful at this stage to list some of the reported sightings that I have come across so far. Then that might give us some helpful data, post study 

1) Several reports of items moved around the house. Mostly furniture and food items found in unusual places

2) Numerous accounts of noises and banging, often around meal times

3) Sightings of ‘ghost hands’ in several places on the property. These are mainly visual sightings with a few vague physical encounters. Interestingly all the people who encountered the hands touching them didn’t want to elaborate. 

4) One person reported feeling uncomfortable when undressing, as if they were being watched

An unusual observation is that so far, all witnesses are male. Normally, the majority of spectral anomalies that are reported are from female witnesses so this is something to ponder as we go forward.

I have set up my equipment around the house with several cameras and heat detectors. I will endeavour to report on a daily basis

Day Two 

Nothing so far. I did wake up in the night to a banging but then discovered a cat had gotten into the property and wanted letting out.

Day Three. 

Again, no actual sightings and no recorded 'feelings' around the house. There have been none of the sensors going off and no recordings on the equipment. The only unusual thing so far was two pizza deliveries to the house that I didn’t actually order. I expect that to be the neighbourhood kids having a laugh. They were paid for though?

Day Four

I’m not sure how to report this but in the spirit of scientific advancement I will forgo my own embarrassment. 

After eating two large pizzas yesterday I woke up in the night needing to go to the bathroom to relieve myself. Stumbling through the house naked in the dark I found the toilet and proceeded to use the facility. The light wasn’t working and so I used the light on my phone to find the paper. I was a little sleepy and disoriented but in hindsight I think someone, or something, handed me the paper. It wasn’t hanging on the wall  anyway and I think it was actually held out for me. I didn’t really notice this at the time but as I was wiping myself clean I stood up to flush and felt a hand grab my left ass cheek and squeeze it firmly. 

I’m not ashamed to say that I ran pretty quickly from the bathroom. It wasn’t till I got to my room that I thought to check the cameras. I was now fully awake and checked everything but with no luck. The camera facing the bathroom was also powered down. I think I need to get the batteries checked. 

Once I calmed down I recorded my findings and headed back to sleep. A promising start

Day Five

It's been an interesting day. Pizzas have been arriving pretty much every hour alongside grocery orders. None of which I’m ordering. I’m starting to wonder whether they are more than just pranks. There is a phone in the house and when I pressed the redial button it connected me to the same pizza place. They were pretty busy and refused to give out order details for data protection purposes, but they guy did ask if I was having some sort of party. 

I’ve been grazing on the pizzas all day. (An important piece of data for later) It was later on in the evening when I was setting up some more equipment and I hadn’t quite realised how much pizza I’d eaten until I felt my belt digging into my lower belly. I’m pretty naturally toned and so it was noticeable. (I’m recording this factually for the study but please understand that’s not a brag)

As I stood up I realised how bloated my stomach was and so I stretched and went to take my belt off. When my hand went to my belt it brushed past another hand also holding my belt. I slowly moved my hands away and looked down. A fairly large male hand was resting on the belt buckle. As I watched, it undid the buckle for me and slid the belt out of the loops and landed on the floor. The hand reached back round, undid my button and then moved up to my lower abdomen where it rested on my belly for a few seconds before dissipating into the air. I physically felt the hand on my skin and it was cool but felt very corporeal.

No more encounters that day.

Day Six

Despite my efforts I have had no more encounters today and no more pizza orders. 

Day Seven

For the sake of the research I endeavoured to repeat day five’s conditions. I had stashed the pizza in the fridge and so tried to eat the same amount I ate on that day. The results were the same and my stomach was yet again visibly distended. I waited for a while in the same room with my belt dowe up and no further encounters. After an hour I decided to call it a night and head off to bed. I was a little surprised to find several pizza boxes in my bed when I got there. There was no sign of the hand and I hadn’t heard any movement. I placed the pizza on the floor and got ready for bed. Still no sightings. I set up an extra camera to track any activity and turned the lights off. Almost immediately I felt rapid movement in the bed and turned the light back on to find all the pizza boxes back on my bed. 

I moved them back to the floor and turned the lights off and yet again they arrived back in my bed. This repeated four more times until the final time when not only did the pizza end up in my bed but one slice found its way into my mouth. I turned the lights back on and found the hand resting on the pizza slice. I took a bite and began to swallow. The hand then waited patiently for me to chew and swallow and then proceeded to feed me the rest of the slice. It paused briefly in the air before yet again dissipating. 

I am left wondering if this apparition is trying to feed me up? I felt no malice towards me and no sense of anger or unrest. Perhaps I need to allow it to do what it wants and see where we get?

Day Eight

Throughout the day, the hand appeared to me several times. Usually during meal times and when I have been in any state of undress. It made no attempt to feed me but did bring me sauces and a few times put additional food on my plate. The hand has not shown up on the cameras but you can definitely see the objects it’s moving. I’m not sure if that will be enough proof though as it does look like I’ve edited it myself. One thing of note is that It tried to help me clean myself in the shower and if I’m being completely objective it actually just sort of felt me up. It was as if it was pretending to help but in actual fact was touching my ass and stomach area. Its touch was gentle but inquisitive? I felt as though I was being explored by something benevolent. 

Day Nine

More of the same today. The hand is getting bolder. Touching me more and bringing me more food throughout the day. I’ve been eating as much of it as I can to appease it but honestly it’s a lot of food. I’m struggling to eat it all. After dinner I was pretty much maxed out and crashed on a sofa. I left my belt to see if the hand would undo it for me and lo and behold it did. This time after undoing my belt and top button it slid up my shirt underneath and began to massage my belly for me. I have to say, for the record, that it was actually very pleasant. I can usually eat a lot but I’d lost track of how much I’d had that day and my normally flat stomach had quite a curve to it. The massage lasted for a good 20 mins and I think I had actually nodded off. 

I awoke with a start to find the hand was joined by a second. The left hand, also male. I wasn’t surprised to see both of them had food. I opened my mouth to see what would happen and the sandwich the right hand was holding was pushed in straight away. It was a little firmer than last time and more insistent but I obediently chewed and swallowed. I think the massage actually helped and I'm a little embarrassed to admit that I was a little hungry!

The left hand brought me a hotdog and began alternating offerings. Not long after, both the sandwich, and hotdog were gone. I waited to see what would happen next. The right hand continued to rub my distended stomach and the left hand appeared with a large pitcher of beer. I would guess maybe four pints worth. I was a little taken aback but the jug lurched towards me and pressed to my lips. I didn’t really have a choice but to swallow as the liquid began to flow. I kept swallowing whilst the other hand continued to massage my expanding stomach. I settled into a pace with no let up from the hand pouring the beer. I was beginning to feel totally maxed again as the foamy beer kept coming. I tried to move the hand but it wasn’t budging. I had no choice but to swallow until the beer was gone. The pitcher fell to the floor and the second hand joined its twin in massaging my bloated stomach. They had at this point pulled my shirt up revealing my distended gut. They were firm but gentle and I can’t lie, it felt really good. As I lay there I couldn’t help but feel safe. Like I was in good hands (if you’ll pardon the pun)

The attention lasted for a good half hour and again, in the interests of recording all the detail, I think they actually got rid of all my gas. The beer and food combo made me belch a lot and the hands seemed to be getting them up. Even giving my stomach a little tap after a good burp. And then just like that they were gone. Leaving me like a beached tourist after a buffet.

I have several questions around the intentions of the hands and why they are so set on feeding me? Is this something that others have experienced? There was no mention of this in the reports I have. Maybe I should contact some of the people who have stayed here and ask some specific questions. I’ll have to word them carefully?

I will have to do this in the morning as I can’t quite think straight whilst I’m this full. 

Day Ten

After the events of the previous evening I slept in until midday. I wasn’t disturbed in the night but I awoke to the smell of coffee and pastries. Heading downstairs I discovered a set table with the hands poised on the back of the chair. After sitting down I attempted to eat the offering but the right hand gently held me back whilst the left proceeded to feed me the croissants. I didn’t think I could be hungry after last night but I managed to eat everything I was given. The hands then disappeared. 

Throughout the day at regular intervals they would appear and continue where they left off. A brunch of poached eggs and avocado, lunchtime sandwiches. Afternoon tea and a main meal of steak and chips. The meals they present are hearty and as the day wore on I struggled more and more with the portions. The hands remain gentle yet firm, I haven’t resisted them yet but I’m not sure what would happen if I did. For now I will oblige as what I am recording is unprecedented in this field. I am yet to capture them on film but I am seeing interesting readings in the infrared spectrum. I need to keep tweaking but I wonder if this data will help me modify a camera to get some footage. 

Heading to bed I half expected more food but as I lay on my bed, my distended belly loudly digesting my feast, the hands appeared one final time to explore my body. The previous encounters had been purely massages of my abdomen or a cheeky squeeze of my ass, but this time the hands started there but quickly covered the rest of my body over. I’m not sure if they are turning into a sexual encounter or not. They have not touched any private areas but the intention of the massage definitely felt more intrusive. I have to admit that I was beginning to feel quite aroused during the whole experience. 

Day Eleven

More of the same today. The hands fed me an even larger breakfast of pancakes, brunch, lunch and two afternoon meals. I wasn’t sure my stomach could take any more when I discovered my evening meal. I walked into the kitchen to find the dining table was filled with what looked like a meal for four! A whole roast chicken dinner was laid out on the table with all the trimmings. I felt a little sick just looking at it. My gut was still packed full from the whole day's feeding sessions. I hesitated at the door, wondering what to do when the hands appeared behind me and gently pushed me forward toward the banquet. They weren’t aggressive but I definitely didn’t have a choice but to move. When I reached the chair the hands pushed down on my shoulders and indicated to me to sit. They set about unbuttoning my shirt and removing my belt, which I allowed. The left hand began to massage my stomach, which I also allowed. (They are very good at massaging my stomach when it feels super stuffed and full). I decided to resist slightly to see what would happen. I spoke to the hands to tell them politely that I wasn’t really hungry this evening after all the food they had already given me. This didn’t deter them in any way as the right hand pulled off a chicken leg and brought it to my mouth. I shook my head and politely declined. The leg stayed in front of my face. We waited for a little while in a bit of a standoff. It was even more unexpected then, that the left hand then reached round to my side and began tickling me. It was so out of the blue that I opened my mouth to laugh out loud. At that point the chicken leg made it straight into my mouth. I bit off a mouthful and laughed, I submitted to their feeding yet again. This time the hands were much more persistent and felt even more attentive. As I ate, they paused to give more belly rubs, and would move me when I slouched or needed to belch. At one point they even tipped my forward and rubbed my back to help me belch which also made me laugh. 

I was so busy trying to keep track of what they were doing that I didn’t notice I had eaten the whole meal. The moment of realisation was as I saw the hands withdraw and I saw all the plates were empty. I looked down at my stomach and saw how distended I was. It was as if I had swallowed half a basketball. In fact that’s inaccurate. It felt more like half a bowling ball. 

The hands seemed very happy with what they had accomplished and did a small clap as I tentatively gave my own stomach a quick explore. The fullness at that point hit me and I felt incredibly uncomfortable. I tried to stand up but they stopped me. I began to protest but soon found my mouth full with beer. The pitcher from the previous evening had been brought back out and they were pouring it down my throat. I had no choice but to swallow or choke but the pressure of the beer in my stomach was increasingly difficult to handle. I tried to push it out of the way but the hands kept on pouring. As the pitcher was finished I coughed and sputtered and pushed one more time and the now empty glass jug flew across the room and shattered against the wall. The hands immediately began to make me stand and I began to worry that they were angry but I was yet to feel that from them. They helped me get to my room and almost laid me down on the bed. 

As I lay there they began to undress me. Pulling my trousers down and taking my already open shirt off my back. I lay there bloated and aching only in my underwear and socks. The hands began again exploring my tightly packed abdomen. Tracing the curve of its distended rise and gently massaging some of the aches out. I closed my eyes and let them continue. At some point I must have drifted off to sleep but when I awoke the following morning I was in the same position but totally naked. My stomach had gone down some from the previous evening but I was still pretty distended. 

From a scientific viewpoint I am incredibly excited about the results I’m getting. An encounter like this has never been fully documented. I feel like Davies exploring the Antarctic for the first time. This will be groundbreaking research into the paranormal and may even get me a full residential post. 

But from a human perspective I am totally baffled as to what is happening. Ghost hands have taken a shine to me and are regularly and consistently stuffing me full of food and giving me sensual massages. What the actual fuck is going on. And I’m being totally honest with myself, they are actually starting to feel really good? I'm finding myself looking forward to encounters with the hands. I sense they are intrigued by me and that they are also enjoying this as much as I am. There seems no mal-intent and nothing malignant about what’s happening. From a purely detached perspective, I need to understand if my feelings are mine or if the hands have some sort of supernatural ability to manipulate my emotions. I have to admit, it all feels very real though. 

Day Fifteen

As I write this, I’m finding it incredibly hard to sit upright, I'm so full. After the enjoyable but intense feeding session on day eleven I have been subjected to something a little more intriguing and a little more sinister. 

The hands didn’t really bother me at all for the whole day on day eleven. The occasional appearance where they would just touch me but no food and nothing sustained. I was beginning to wonder if they were done with me. As dusk approached I was busy setting up some equipment in the kitchen, as I was starting to wonder where the food was coming from and I wanted to see if they were actually cooking it themselves when the light all went off suddenly. I found my phone and turned on the torch and tried to find my way to the  fuse box. As I stumbled in the darkness down into the cellar I felt the now familiar hands on the base of my back, guiding me down. They clearly wanted me to go somewhere and they were pushing me a little harder than I was expecting.

When I reached the cellar I found lights already on. The fuses obviously hadn’t blown, but the hands had done something else. I could smell food in the air and instantly felt my saliva glands begin to water. As I turned the corner I saw they had set a lazy-boy in the middle of the floor and there were two tables full of food laid out. And when I say full of food I mean a full banquet for a few dozen people. A whole thanksgiving meal was laid out including a whole turkey and hams and pies aplenty. I felt strangely worried and also very hungry. Guided by the hands I sat in the chair and waited to see what would happen. I suddenly remembered that I had not set up cameras there yet and went to stand to go get some, but the hands came thumping down on my shoulders, forcing me to sit. They were not keen on me leaving. This also didn’t feel as playful as before and I felt a little nervous that there was no way I would be able to eat all this food? (How wrong I was)

The hands began removing my t-shirt, which was something they had done before. Unbuckling my belt was next as they pulled my trousers off, folding them neatly and placing them amusingly to the side. They began to explore my body gently but firmly. As they did so I began to see that I’d put on a little timber in the past few weeks. My normally flat stomach was a little more puffy than usual. It had been blown out and bloated for a few days and it was only now that I hadn't eaten for a few hours that I could see its newly acquired pounds. The hands had definitely noticed as they both mainly stayed around that area, clearly enjoying themselves.

I lay there (enjoying the attention if I’m honest) until abruptly they stopped and I felt the hands lifting up my arms above my head. This was new and I should probably have been more suspicious of this than I was. I wasn’t aware of what they were doing until I heard a click and looked up to see they had placed handcuffs on my wrists which were attached to a rope tied to the ceiling. As I struggled to free myself, I heard two more clicks as my ankles were also cuffed to the bottom of the lazy boy. I wasn’t stretched out but there was no way I was going anywhere and that’s when the food started coming and let me tell you it did not stop.

I completely lost track of time down there, suffice to say the hands were determined to get every last mouthful of food into me. They would take it in turns pushing fistfuls of pie and meat and roasted vegetables into my mouth. I wouldn’t say they were increasingly aggressive, but they were very insistent. At the beginning, I would be given a bite of something and allowed to chew and swallow but the next bite would come straight away. The pressure in my stomach would increase and increase until I thought I would burst and then they would pause, returning to the belly rubs and massages. I would eventually fall asleep only to be woken a few hours later for the next round of feeding. More and more food pushed into my mouth until I couldn't take any more. This pattern continued for what I now know was 3 days. That’s how long it took me to eat the whole banquet. And I tell you that every last mouthful was fed to me. Not a crumb was wasted. 

I am now fully aware that I was under some sort of supernatural influence here. My stomach is way bigger than humanly possible. It's gone from a basketball size when full to to a pregnant looking beer gut. Perfectly round and tight and engorged. There is no physical way a person would be able to eat the amount of food they have packed in me, even at the rate they fed me over the past few days. Also, at no point did I attempt to spit the food out or refuse, I simply gave in and let them stuff me. 

I will at some point try to document exactly what I ate and how it happened but for now this is all I can manage. If I think of how much food is currently inside me I begin to feel quite nauseous. If I can manage to get to my feet, my belly now starts straight under my ribs and sticks out at least a foot before curving underneath my belly button and tapering in at my v line. It's as tight as a drum and warm to the touch and as I breathe only my chest goes in and out. I don't think I have ever seen anything like this.

In addition, I should note that the massages became a lot more personal in nature. Again for science I admit that as my stomach was filled, so too were other parts of my anatomy. A state of arousal which the hands most definitely noticed. As they massaged my food baby they also began to massage other engorged parts of my body. To climax. Being totally frank, these have been the most intense orgasms I have ever experienced in my life. The climax started as normal but as it built it spread up the bottom of my distended stomach giving me a whole body experience like nothing I have experienced. It seems that a supernaturally full abdomen is capable of a belly wide orgasm. I need to ask one of my female friends if that’s what a female orgasm feels like. 

I am beginning to feel like I need to leave the house at this point. The experiment has already brought me a huge amount of data and I’m worried if I stay I will end up even larger. I am worried to think what they are going to try and pack in me next. I should have weighed myself before the past experience but alas I only have my memory of my weight beforehand. I can’t imagine how my body will digest this amount of food and what will happen to my already bloated stomach after the next day or so. 

As I wrote that last sentence the hands have come back. They are currently resting on my belly shelf and I feel they are pretty pleased with themselves. I’m going to see what happens next but for now I’m turning off my laptop. 

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[acti-veg]

i spoke with some people about veganism today and they all said they felt veganism was the right thing to do, but won’t do it. the most common reason seemed to be “it’s too inconvenient for me when I’m already struggling with so many other problems” or “my mental health is so bad learning about what to eat as an alternative is too tiring / overwhelming” or “food is one of the only pleasures I have left, and most of that involves animal products - the vegan alternatives don’t give me pleasure”

honestly i do have some empathy for this. when you’re really depressed i imagine going vegan feels like a big ask - even though the suffering of the animals is much worse.

I think that when people are honest, “I know veganism is the right thing to do but I just don’t want to do it” is the actual reason why they’re not vegan already. I have learned that there is a massive yawning chasm between knowing something intellectually, and actually feeling enough to do something about it.

As for mental health, this is a tricky issue and only the person in question really knows. But I think there is a nuanced place inbetween the stances of telling extremely depressed people to immediately give up all their comfort foods, and just giving everyone carte blanche to make extremely harmful consumer purchases on the basis that it gives them pleasure. I find it hard to believe that many people’s overall wellbeing depends on eating bacon cheeseburgers.

I don’t think that it is beef, or eggs or cheese that makes someone happy or able to cope with their lives. It is the joy of eating, preparing food, sharing it with a loved one, eating and drinking things from your childhood, things that give you comfort. You can get all of that from plant-based foods, too. In fact, veganising foods from my childhood, discovering off brand mint chocolates that happen to be vegan, finding vegan versions of the foods my mum used to make me has been a source of excitement for me.

It is the initial effort that is hard to summon when you’re depressed, or stressed, or chronically fatigued. That I can very much understand. But never trying also means you miss out on the joy of being vegan, of living in a way that is consistent with your values, developing a deeper connection with animals, feeling like you’re doing something positive with your daily choices, finding yourself and your community. Never getting any of that because you don’t think you can summon the energy to try is understandable to me, but deeply tragic at the same time.

If you know eating animals is wrong, but you do it anyway, that takes a toll on your mental health and your self esteem, even if you’re not conscious of it. I can remember so clearly that weight that I stopped carrying when I finally felt good about my behaviour towards animals, when all that moral incongruence was dissipated. Going vegan isn’t some sort of miserable obligation, it is a joyful and hugely positive thing. I just wish more people got to experience that.

[agi-ppangx]

hi lovely 🫶🏽

are you going to make a part 3 of the pregnancy fic? like maybe the boys making sure that you were okay 24/7 and they're always making sure you have with you any food that you crave?

overall just being really chaotic and caring uncles :,)

please don't have to feel pressured to do it 💓

hii !! thank you for this idea ^^ i wont lie, i was kinda struggling and im not sure if this is what you wanted, but at the same time i had so much fun writing this haha hopefully youll like it, please let me know if you enjoyed<3

part one | part two

feedback and reblogs highly appreciated🫶🏽

since you and minho told the boys about pregnancy, they haven't stopped talking about it on a daily basis. they called at least four times a day to ask if you were doing okay or if you needed anything. they even created a separate group chat to only talk about you and the baby, worrying over you 24/7. you appreciated their efforts, it was really cute when they pinged you at a random hour with a question "uncle no 5: @/mother🫡 have you eaten anything today????? we know you've been craving mcdonalds lately so we bought a few happy meals and we're on our way to your apartment !!! see you soon".

that's how you ended up in the current situation - on your couch, minho running some errands in the city, felix and jeongin on both your sides, and twelve happy meals in front of you. "how did this happen…?" you asked, dumbfounded. "i thought you said a few happy meals". you whispered the last part, trying to process all of it. "yeah, i mean, we didn't really know which combination you wanted so we chose, well, twelve," felix stated and jeongin added a quiet "ta-da", both of them smiling awkwardly. after a long moment of silence, you suddenly started sobbing, the hormones taking over. the boys looked at you, confused and scared at the same time - did they do something wrong? "yn, what's- what's going on? are you okay?" jeongin stuttered, not being sure whether to hug you or leave you alone. he made eye contact with felix, silently debating what to do and gesturing vividly over your crying figure. "no, it's just- i can't eat all of this and it makes me sad, because you bought it for me and-" you were starting to ramble and felix had to place his hands on your shoulders to ground you. you looked at him and started taking deep breaths with his help. after you stopped hyperventilating felix spoke softly. "yn, it's absolutely fine, we're not mad at all. just eat as much as you want and we'll take care of the leftovers." you nodded but the tears didn't stop. "i'm really sorry, i appreciate your efforts and i would love to eat all these happy meals but it's just too unhealthy for the baby and i don't want the food to harm it" you began again, the hormones making you feel guilty. "we get it, yn, it's totally okay, don't worry. and please stop crying, it breaks my heart," jeongin said and wiped your tears. you giggled at that a little, feeling a bit better. you took one happy meal and started eating fries. "is there anything else you were craving lately that's maybe healthier than mcdonalds?" felix asked suddenly and you took a moment to think about it. there was one thing, way better than fast food. "cherries, i was craving them for the past few days" you mumbled. "okay, cherries it is" felix stated and took his phone to send a message to the group chat.

"uncle no 5: guys

uncle no 5: you have a mission

uncle no 5: buy some cherries for @/mother🫡 and come to her and minho hyung's apartment

uncle no 5: also, we have around 11 happy meals to eat

uncle no 1: what the fuck do you mean by 11 happy meals ???

uncle no 5: come and find out ;) bUT DON'T FORGET THE CHERRIES"

after around an hour you heard banging at the door. you wanted to get up and open them, but jeongin was faster. you saw five men at your front door, each of them with a box full of freaking cherries. "hi yn! how are you feeling? are you okay? did- did you cry?" changbin bombarded you with tons of questions as soon as he placed his box on the coffee table in front of you. "i'm fine, don't worry, but- i thought you would bring maybe a kilogram of cherries and not five boxes…" you replied, looking at the fruit in you living room. "i mean, don't get me wrong, that's really thoughtful of you, but what i'm gonna do with all these cherries?" you muttered, getting up and examining the boxes. you noticed on the side of the box that one of those was eight kilograms, which meant… "where did you even get forty kilograms of cherries?" you exclaimed, astonished. you didn't know if you were happy because of the support or if you wanted to murder them for buying forty kilograms of cherries for one pregnant woman. they remained silent as they smiled awkwardly, caught off guard by your reaction. as you were standing in the middle of the apartment, you heard key jingling at the door and you saw minho enter the room a moment after. he stopped in his tracks as he noticed the chaos - twelve happy meals, five boxes full of cherries and seven men in his living room as well as his pregnant partner standing around the coffee table. "what the hell…?" he looked you in the eyes, dumbfounded. "anyone want to explain this to me?" minho continued, looking around the room and then taking a few careful steps in your direction. "yn was craving some food so we bought it for her…" jeongin started, unsure. minho examined the room once more and then he shifted his gaze at you. he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something but then closed them and simply brushed it off with a wave of his hand. he made his way to the kitchen to take something to drink and in the meantime you gestured at the food and clapped your hands. "okay boys, let's eat!".

there you were, an hour later, munching on some cherries and all of the boys, including minho, sitting around you on the couch and the floor, finishing their happy meals. they placed all of the toys on a pile in the middle of the coffee table and suddenly hyunjin spoke. "hey, we can keep these for the baby. you know, when their older they can play with them, right?". minho jumped at his words, clearly not happy about his idea. "absolutely not, i'm not gonna let my daughter play with 12 plastic minions" he almost shouted and you gave him a warning look, but it was too late. "wait, what? you're having a daughter?" seungmin asked and shifted his shocked gaze to you. "um… surprise?" you revealed and saw the boys jump from joy, shouting and hugging each other. you peeked at minho, his face was almost as red as the cherries the boys brought and he was fidgeting with the hem of his hoodie. when he sensed your gaze at him, he mumbled a faint "i'm sorry". in response you pecked his lips and smiled widely at him. "it's okay baby, that was actually a smooth way to reveal the gender. unplanned, but certainly smooth," you smirked and minho chuckled at that. you took his hand and watched the chaos together, feeling blessed to have such amazing people in your life.

[tixdixl]

Thinking a lot about the OCs and their roles in various events, and my brain jumped back to some GloMas thoughts:

- I feel like I should make it known that while Trein didnt fully trust Kingsley because aggression and violence, he was the only person Trein could trust who did their extracurricular reading and knew their shit. I like to imagine Trein saw Kingsley in the line up and went "Oh thank god a man of culture"

- Also, the scene in GloMas where all the students have to get help getting dressed? Kingsley doesnt need help; he refuses it. And when the other students are like "Sir--- but!!!" Rollo emerges and is like "No, no. Let him be. I trust he's the only one who can do this properly."

//puts handkerchief to mouth

"Given the garb he used to wear on a daily basis, I assume this would be child's play."

Right out the gate, the shade and murderous intent between Rollo and Kingsley is super strong. And the only reason Kingsley can't just kill Rollo is because that breaks the plot lol.

- While Emil is there, he spends a lot of time with Ruggie sampling the food. And while Ruggie is too busy just wanting to eat, Emil is sitting there wondering what's different about the ingredients. Because he's likely made some of the treats before but they definitely dont taste the same- and not in a bad way. I'm sorry, Rugs... this is the other consequence of picking a boyfriend who likes cooking.

- Oisín definitely spends quite a bit of time in the quiet and simply writing down their thoughts about everything they see. There's definitely another love letter tucked in there addressed to Lilia, but that's between them and the gargoyles who have been silently reading over their shoulder the ENTIRE time. And for the record, the gargoyles do in fact gossip about all of the different things they were writing about when Oisín isn't there.

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[lotstradamus]

inspired by the manchester anon haha but do you have any tips and suggestions for visiting leeds? 🩷

I've lived here for 2 years now (!!!) but somehow I still don't really know my way around and just go to the same 5 places and use google maps to get anywhere else. it's sad. but here's some shit I love:

Grindhouse - cheap drinks, loads and loads of seats, never too full, music a reasonable volume, and they project 80s movies on the back wall. we once sat in here for 2 hours cos Stand By Me was on. one time we watched the bar staff earnestly tell a group of women on a hen do that the bar was closed and they weren't serving any more drinks, at 7:45pm. 10/10.

Rudy's - only 9 cities* in this fair nation have a Rudy's, so I'm going to keep reccing it for everyone else. perfect Neapolitan pizza. *Leeds, Manchester, Sheffield, Birmingham, Nottingham, Durham, London, York, Liverpool - if you live in one of these places and haven't been to Rudy's yet, sort it out.

Neon Cactus - go here on a Wednesday and order wings, and you'll get half price margs. lots of great Mexican scran. don't take anyone too picky or over 50, because the price for the great food and vibes is that at least one thing you order will be incorrect. but roll with it. half price margs, man.

Empire Cafe - book in advance if you want to sample the delights of Empire Cafe, cos there's like 6 tables max. everything is seasonal, changes on the daily, and is insanely delicious. if you want to experience heaven, order the steak and chips with salsa verde. there is NOTHING like it.

Stuzzi - another seasonal, small plate sort of place, but Italian. amazing food and a gorgeous restaurant. go with a big group and order one of everything.

Eat Your Greens - ANOTHER seasonal restaurant! this one is farm-to-fork and organic. I can’t speak to the quality as I haven’t actually been, but I am a frequenter of their GREENGROCER, which is MEGA. last time I think I left with natty wine, pâté, some insane tinned fish, a jar of harissa and a bag of sunset potatoes. if you like food, go here.

SARTO - fresh, handmade pasta and picky bits. another great place to go with a group and order all the starters. I had a celeriac pasta there last year that I think about on a fairly regular basis; I picked it cos it was the weirdest sounding thing on the menu and it was fucking mouthwatering. good quality and good people! and it's next door to The Wardrobe, so perfect for a pre-gig tea.

Santiago Bar - like Grindhouse (alternative, casual) but the music is louder and you'll find yourself doing tequila shots at 1am and screaming along to, like, Don Broco. it's the best.

Blue Collar Boys - as a rule I hate 'vintage' clothes shops (overpriced, ugly, everything is XXS), but this place seems to specialise solely in American t-shirts and sweatshirts from the 90s in exactly my size, and everything is £10. this is amazing and a huge bargain if you find something like vintage Wranglers and a Playboy bomber jacket (£20, my wife) but not so amazing or a bargain if you find 3 t-shirts with holes in (£30, me). we've never been without finding shit we love. they only open on random weekends, and they always seem to have more stuff than they could possibly ever sell. it's a freaky vintage alternate universe.

The Corn Exchange - a big gorgeous ol' building full of little businesses. vintage, handmade, tattoos, coffee, jewellery, independent brands, yarn, shoes, a barbers, a bookshop, they've got it all. very easy to spend £100 and 6 hours. every so often they have a market on the bottom floor. perfect tiny representation of Leeds: quirky, independent, delicious, cool.

Silver's Deli - this is a 9-minute train ride away in Bramley (my ends!) but has become THEE buzzy foodie spot recently. go on a sunny saturday morning (cos you will probably have to sit outside) and order the everything sandwich. thank me later. if they have scotch eggs or sausage rolls on, I beseech you, order both. and if you want the sunday special prepare to get there at 11 and fight.

Against the Grain - if you've come to Bramley for Silver's, you may as well trundle 10 minutes up the road and visit the best bar in Leeds. cosy, casual, full of locals, hidden in Swinnow Mills. it's a sit-around-and-chat-to-people sort of place, with bonus charcuterie boards AND a pizza van on weekends. we are here A LOT, because Gray's Salon and Rose and Thorn Tattoo are both in the Mill, and we give them all our money. oh! and dog friendly. sooo many dogs.

Project House/Galleria - if you've gotten the train out to Bramley for Silver's and ATG, jump on the 72 back to town and get off at Project House to eat MORE food. Galleria is a great place to get breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and Project House has EVERYTHING (depending on the day). yoga! gigs! vintage fairs! a bi-annual tattoo convention meets makers market with food vendors called Hand of Glory! check what's on and head on down to support local!

Kirkstall Bridge Inn - another one local(ish) to me, but worth travelling out of town for; a PROPER pub (i.e. no tv, no sports, no shite) that does roasts upstairs and lets dogs in downstairs. outdoor seating right by the canal, and every so often they put something on and the car park turns into a tiny festival. Kirkstallpalooza is a highlight. great place to finish a nice canal walk (who am I?!).

tl;dr sorry that this is obnoxiously long, I love Leeds

[hitomisuzuya]

Hello!! This is Actually my First Time doing a Request, so I'm kinda Nervous-

Could I have a Yandere Scaramouche and Kunikuzushi x Innocent, Fragile Reader?

Like, Reader can get Injured easily which can Worry Scara and Kuni a Lot. Whenever they put a Sleeping Drug or smth in Y/N's Food; of course she doesn't notice it and still Eats it! I don't have any More Scenarios lol, so that's all I could think of-

Thank you and don't forget to Eat and Drink lots of Water! Don't forget to Rest too since it's very Important! <3

Yandere! Scaramouche Yandere! Kunikuzushi x Fragile! Innocent!fem!reader. NSFW. Use of an aphrodisiac. Obsessive Yandere behavior.

a/n: Aww hello. Don't be nervous. I am the one who should be nervous since it's your first request. Here is the pitch and I hope you enjoy. Don't be a stranger😊

Tonight was a big night for Scaramouche and Kunikuzushi. Tonight they could finally show you how much they cared for and loved you.

They were sitting across from each other in a domain that Scaramouche frequented with Kunikuzushi for long hours, discussing you.

Scaramouche glared and Kunikuzushi acted excited. You'd gotten hurt today, easily like you always had. Scaramouche told you how lucky you were that it wasn't serious and that he found you in just in time.

You were his precious darling. He always followed you everywhere.

Kunikuzushi was always constantly yacking his ear about you as he saw through Scaramouche's eyes on a daily basis. He thought it was really annoying. He felt the same way about you as Kunikuzushi did. They were the same person after all.

"I'll be back," Scaramouche said, disappearing in a flash of Electro.

Kunikuzushi clapped. "Okay. I'll wait right here in the domain. She should be starting to feel sleepy now."

Scaramouche didn't even hear him when he arrived in your room. The aphrodisiac mixed with a sedative was starting to take affect right on schedule.

He brushed some hair off your face, leaning down to kiss you as he picked up you bridal style, cradling you gently in his arms. "Come on, y/n. You trust me and love me, right?"

You nodded, the look in your eyes reflected nothing but trust, love, and lust for him. "I'm so sleepy, Scara," you mumbled, relaxing comfortably but squirming a little in a good way.

"There is someone I want you to meet. Don't be shy now, y/n, he is me. He won't shut up guaranteed after you see him," Scaramouche said, the atmosphere suddenly feeling warm and real as he carried you into the domain.

"It's nice to meet you," you waved when you saw Kunikuzushi, who was immediately went to your side as Scaramouche set you down gently. He peppered your face with kisses. "Your arm must hurt. You aren't in any pain, are you?"

"No, I feel so warm and sleepy," you mumbled, adjusting yourself as Kunikuzushi and Scaramouche got rid of their clothes and yours.

"See, I told he was annoying," Scaramouche said, rolling his eyes at Kunikuzushi.

They would spend the next few hours touching you, constantly kissing you deeply and praising you. They would lick and bite gently everywhere on your body. Your moans only served as fuel to the fire as they obsessed over you exactly they always wanted to.

They would especially tell you how much they loved you and that they would always protect you. You are their precious girl. You always would be.

They made an extra effort in fucking you gently, accurately sussing out every sensitive place on your body as concentrated accurately on them all.

They would eat you for a long time like you were last meal.

You were exhausted by the time Scaramouche wrapped you in a blanket and left the domain. He didn't spare Kunikuzushi a single glance when he left. Kunikuzushi would say that he couldn't wait to see you again and that he loves you.

[walkingwiththegods1]

Our duty with Gaia, The Earth; The Living Beings, and with The Humanity: Stopping Climate's Change from The Pagan/Wiccan/Witch's Perspective.

(Note: I mention some advice than may help to our Planet and us, than show our devotion and duty to the Earth/Deities; but... If you are allergic to any food or ingredients, don't use them; and read any container or product before to buy it or eat it, to avoid allergic reactions; and don't make changes in your diet, if you are a minor; you are pregnant, lactanting, with a medical condition, or; recovering of a disease: Thank you for reading my post!)

We tend to focus too much in our Spirituality (Or, in our faith), than we sometimes may loss sight of the material aspect in our lives; like profits to buy the things we need, socialization; work in The Communities we live (in a big or a little scale), or spending more time with our love ones, 'cause we may have neglected our families/friends/plants/pets; attending to other things. Today, I will talk of one of the things; we may forgot sometimes, as both our duty and an offering to the Deities...

...Fighting against Climate Change in a daily basis, in all the ways we can!

Now, all of you may think: What kind of nonsense is this, of talk about Climate Change in a Pagan/Wiccan/Witch Blog?! Well... Before you think in leaving this post, I'm assure you than this will maybe more useful than you may think, so please... Get along with this, and in the end; you will decided if it reading it, was of any worth for you!

As a person tha lives in The Caribbean... I had live the horrifying impacts than Climate Change, has caused indirectly in my life; and directly, in the lives of others than lives in communities far from were I live in my country, and... In the images from the the nearest islands, and in the nations bathed by The Caribbean Sea. (I don't going to fill your mind, with the saddest and terrorific details than may causes to anyone than reads them; at least 1 or 2 nights of nightmares; but... I will resume it, in two quotes: ''The water for the first time, innundated completely to the street were I live'', and ''I don't desired what I have saw in the news, even to my worst enemy...'' )

I'm talking of this issue, 'cause Climate Change is not something than we expected to happen; when we have our heads full of white/gray hairs, or; as something than the ones younger than us, with have to deal with our lack of efforts to stop it, after we left this world: The Consecuences of The Climate Change (including the more unbereable heat we felt and feel in these years), is not something of a far future... Is happening in front of our own eyes, now!

The Pagans, The Wiccans and Witches of The World, we must do all we can in our hands, to avoid the dark fate than may fall over the present and future generations; and over our Planet, as much as possible: As ''The Special Sons and Daughters of Gaia'', we must do it for our Mother Gaia; which provide us of our food, the nature where we go to recharge our energies or where to live; the plants and animals than heal us and reconfort us even with their sight and presence, and... With her endless maternal love for all the beings in The Earth.

These are all the things in full we can make to honor the compromise to help to Gaia, to help her to fight Climate Change; than is the same to help to sustain life for all of us... And, for our Planet:

Eat Local Products, as much as possible: 80% of your grocery buy, must came of your country. Ex.: If you buy 10 articles, only 2 of them, can be foreign products. If you buy 100 articles, only 20 can be; of foreign production. (In this way, means of less use of gasoline to transporting food; less air's contamination, plus... Saving more money!)

Travel using Non-Motor Vehicles, as much as possible: Roller-Skates, Skateboards and Bikes; are your best options for short trips. If you have trouble walking, or you can't walk more than 4 Kms. At foot... Use public transportation, or share a car with family/friends! (If you use an electric wheelchair for any reason, don't worry: Is your way to move in The World, and... Wheelchairs never has appeared as a contaminating vehicle!)

Travel more inside your country, than to foreign lands: Less distance to travel... Means less contaminating material than may ends in the water, the soil and/or the air. And... You will have the chance to meet wonders in your own nation, than you didn't know than exists! (Save the money of your countless trips on a cruise/plane, for your next spring/summer/autumn/winter/end of the year/beginning of the year getaway!)

Turn off any devices than you are not using in that time: If you know than your trip to the nearest store at home, will take more than 20 or 30 minutes... Why leaves the TV/AC/PC/etc, turn on? Is the same thing, if you leaves a light on; or any devices on without using it at the moment. (Your pocket and The Planet... Will thank you for that!)

Uses your technology devices, in a wise eco-friendly way: If your smartphone has more than six month of being buyed, and have a little scratch on the screen... Please don't discarded for a new one, if is still working mostly well: Give it a least six months more, so to avoid the liquids than leaks to the earth, after the Smartphone/Laptop/PC/Tablet; are trowed to the garbage. (Plus, you will have more time and money to buy a new device; with a higher quality and durability than the old one!)

Buy Beauty and/or Personal Care Products made with organic ingredients: You can buy an Sunscreen, than doesn't damage to the Coral Reefs; in a supermarket (Is that simple to take care of ourselves and the Planet), and even if is not 100% organic... Is a big change, as of using Shampoos; Makeups, or anything for your routine than have mostly organic products; or at least the less amount of chemicals possible.

Eat more Vegetables/Fruits/Legumes/Mushrooms, and less Animal Products: Dairy products, Honey and Eggs (Unless, you're a Vegan...); are the best sources of Proteins of High Quality and Vitamin B12, which deficiency causes many health issues; and are the best way to prescind of eating meat, specially red meat. (If you were advice by a doctor to eat meat for anemia, do it as the doctor advises you: I want than people to saves The Earth... Without risking their health!)

Buying Second-Hand Clothing, and/or New Clothes dyed Naturally; help too: Dyes in clothes are mostly chemicals, and contaminates the earth; the rivers and the seas: If you don't like the idea of using second-hand clothing (you can leave it in hot or clorinated water for 24 hours, rinses totally and hang it outside till totally dried; to left than the power of The Sun, desinfects and killed whatever the washing alone couldn't; but... YMMV!), then find online what companies and brands uses natural dyes in their clothes; so you now know to where to buy; to your next brand new clothes!

Reuse any container than says reusable, after you finish the original contain in it: Example: If that little container of Sodium Bicarbonate is now empty... You can use it to keeps all those loose button than fall from your clothes, or that little glass bottle of olive oil; wash it well, mix vinegar and oil with spices.... And makes your own homemade salad dressing! (These are general ideas, to avoid to add more garbage to The Earth; for a awhile)

Play Board Games/Table Games, when you get tired of watching TV/Websurfing: By turning off your TV or your Computer, and play Board/Table Games; you will save energy and money, and keeps your brain healthy. (If your live alone, or don't have someone to play regularly... Remember than ''Solitary'', ''Sudoku''; ''Kakuro'' and ''Crosswords'', can being play alone, the same as a Puzzle of 100 pieces; or more!)

Try to watch less of 4 hours of TV, a day. (If you still watching, or using a TV; at home): One of the Home Devices than more consumes electricity, is the Color TV; and watching 4 hours of TV or more, is detrimental for your health, the Earth (Or your wallet); but... In the time of the TV Streaming, is hard for many people to fulfill this goal; but... Don't feel guilty about it! Just pick wisely at what moment of the day you will watch TV: You can watch two hours at afternoon and two at nights, or four hours after returning from work; or one hour of TV at the morning and the rest after work: You will have more time to do things than you like, like a walk to your neighborhood or community; visit to friends, reading a book, starting a new personal project, talking to a friend/family member at the phone... And anything you have a long time not doing, for watching more TV than you should. (Trust me: Just like you... I Woke up one day, saying to myself: ''I think is time to watch LESS TV!...'')

With all these advices, you life will improve greatly; and you will feel proud of helping to our planet, to others; and to Gaia.

That's all for today: Than all of us can help to Gaia in anyway we can, be it in the big or small way; for our future... So Be It!

[x22817]

^sock torture initiated

I am putting my foot down (pun intended)

I have been thinking about this for months. Thank you @oleander-sd for inspiring me to try this again.

Hek hates wearing boots. I don't blame her! Her dew claws rub if she wears them for more than 5 minutes. I have tried every trick I have seen or heard on the internet. Over the last few years, we have tried 5 different kinds of booties. Each one either makes her bleed or falls off every few minutes. I have tried wrapping her feet under the booties. I have tried just wrapping the dew claws themselves.

^ not the happiest camper but will do it for the freeze dried chicken and salmon I have. I had to go to the ER in 6° weather, so she didn't have much of a choice

I make her wear them when there is snow/ ice and salt on the ground. During the summer, we just walk on the grass (thankfully, we are in an area where we can do this), or we stay in the shade. In public, we don't typically go places where I have seen a really dire need for them. I know part of that is luck or whatever, but it's true. Why continue to torture ourselves if we don't have to?

This has changed a little with going to the Farmer's Market lately. We haven't come across anything dangerous like broken glass. But we have had to skirt around some fallen food that has been walked on and (as my mother likes to call it) suspicious liquid. Hek gets a full wipe down with puppy wipes when we get home from places like this for these reasons. I don't mind doing this because I am polyautoimmune and don't need those germs.

This is all to say I have avoided working with her and the booties. I feel like there is just no use as we will never find a solution anyway. If we can avoid the problem and haven't had any consequences, then why should I put her through something she doesn't like and hurts her?

I am determined to restart the whole process. I am not waiting for her to get hurt to do this.

Currently, she is just wearing socks. They don't bother her other than that she's not a fan. They don't cause any kind of pain, just discomfort. I think she associates anything on her feet with the pain of wearing the boots in the past. I hope this will help with less negative association. I am going to make her wear them for at least 30 min a day until she shows comfort in them. It takes her about this long to lay down on and go to sleep on her own. I want this to be an immediate thing with no difference with the socks on or off.

Once she has shown they don't bother her, we will try new boots. I am ordering a set of Hi & Light Trail Shoes from Ruffwear to try next. They are made for summer wear and seem to be even lighter than the Grip Trex. I am hoping these factors will make a difference.

When they arrive, we are going to start with the back and then move forward. She's not even wearing them out of the house. We are going to go by the same protocol as the socks. Even if it is only for five minutes to eat dinner (the highest and biggest value treat reward thing I can do on a daily basis).

I am putting my patience and positivity hat on and screwing it on really tight so it doesn't fall off

^25 min after socks were put on today

Happiness, health, and safety are my priorities

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Please may I have a Blue exorcist headcanons Platonic of when Rin and Yukio somehow ended up having to watch you, permanently (young female reader demon rabbit who took on the form of a little girl..she isn't much older than five if people took one look at her but she's actually older than that and she had the resemblance of Usumaro *the little boy from the Blue exorcist movie* and she is generally his female version..she is actually..Usumaro's little sister and the history was that she was given the rule to make sure that he didn't cause harm but obviously he did it behind her back when he erased the bad memories of the villagers and you can restore bad memories or important ones in that case) and you didn't really like Yukio and you were either so quiet you refused to respond or you just caused him trouble for the sake of it..you actually bit him when he tried putting you in a cage like an animal..you started being nicer when he actually treated you with respect like how you wanted to be respected..you didn't like being treated like a pest..it was cruel. You were really sweet when you were able to be more like a kid despite the type of demon you were..you loved Rin's cooking and You spoke in third person..you were on edge because people could potentially use you as an advantage to make people go through bad things (like making a child go through the trauma of losing her parents again in a car accident). You somehow make flowers bloom around you when you are happy too..

Rin's relationship with you

Yukio's relationship with you..

*It is Platonic mind..*

Hi! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took so long. I hope you like the headcanons!

Fandom: Blue Exorcist

Characters: Rin Okumura and Yukio Okumura x young! rabbit demon! gn! Reader (platonic)

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You’re a young rabbit demon who has been placed in the care of the Okumura brothers. What do the brothers think of this situation?

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Rin is honestly a little surprised that people trust him enough to look after a kid. But at the same time, he’s one of the few people who can really connect with a demon so he supposes it makes sense.

Thinks you’re so funny when you ignore Yukio or cause problems for him, especially since Yukio does kind of deserve it.

Loves cooking for you! He thinks it’s great when people eat his cooking for enjoyment as well as just because they’re hungry. He enjoys listening to you compliment his food and if flowers start blooming due to your enjoyment, he’ll be over the moon.

Rin finds it sad that you’re always so on edge but understands why you’re like that. People are always after him for his powers as well so he can understand what you’re going through.

Yukio is not pleased when he finds out he has to care for a demon child. He already has to deal with Rin on a daily basis. He really doesn’t have time to deal with another person he has to care for.

It also doesn’t help that you’re not exactly making it easy for him. But as soon as he realises your behaviour is directly linked to how he treats you, he’ll try to be nicer.

The longer he knows you, the more protective he is of you. He knows you’re on edge a lot due to your fear of your powers being used by the wrong people so he’ll do whatever he can to make you feel safe.

He likes seeing flowers bloom around you when you’re feeling joyful. It’s a visual representation that he’s doing the right thing in making you happy.

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[suntoru]

hello!

I'm super stressed atm, have an exam on Tuesday, and I need a bit of motivation because I really doubt myself sometimes although I'm trying very hard 😭😭

do you think you could write a short piece about one of the genshin boys (heizou, tighnari, cyno, scara, childe or one of your choice instead) comforting a reader in the same situation? if not then I totally understand (couldn't find whether or not your requests are closed so I hope I'm not bothering you) thank you so much <3

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ heizou + childe w/ stressed out reader!!

summary: reader is stressed out bc of exams!! what do the boys do to help?

a/n: hi luv!! basically my requests are actually closed but i decided to make an exception just this once <3 u got this, dw too much!! i hope i was able to bring u some comfort

wc: 655 words

warnings: burnt out reader, overworking, mostly comfort n fluff, maybe a bit of swearing?

─ ✰ HEIZOU

mr. smartass here does not get the definition of stressing over work istg he’s too intelligent for his own good

at first, he supports you a lot, he encourages you to do better too. he likes that you’re working hard to reach your goals <3

he does his own work beside you, so you can study together!

type to help you and tests you on the questions

however, after a couple days, he starts to notice you’re not doing so well. you’ve got bags under your eyes from skipping out on sleep to study, you’re more grumpy than normal, and you just look stressed.

that’s when he makes the connection that a), you’re overworking yourself, and b), you’re stressed about this.

to be honest, i don’t think he’s the type to directly confront you about this unless it becomes too much, he’s more of the subtle type.

he’d definitely ask if you’re okay in a lighthearted manner, but you can tell he’s serious. welp now he’s monitoring you on a daily basis

“y/n, do you wanna take a break and go get some food?” “you’re gonna do so well, don’t worry.”

but if you choose to talk to him about your worries, he’ll listen silently, only nodding his head to show he’s paying attention. he’ll wait till you’re finished until he speaks.

he pulls you into a tight hug, cradling the back of your head as he comforts you. his voice is laced with confidence and you can tell he means what he says.

“babe… i know you can do this. there’s no one i believe in more than you. you’ve worked really hard for this, and that’s all i need to know. and even if you don’t meet your expectations, i’ll still be proud. i’m here for you if you need anything, anything at all.”

makes sure you’re getting enough rest, you’re eating enough and taking breaks.

when the day of your test comes, he gives you a confident smile, and a kiss on the cheek as he winks.

“i’d say good luck, but i know you’ve left nothing up to chance.”

whatever the outcome is, he takes you on a date after <3

overall 7/10

─ ✰ CHILDE

…run.

bro does not understand the term ‘busy’. he thinks your attention should always be on him.

worst study buddy 😭 type to end up distracting you instead of actually helping

ANYWAYS.

one of the first people to speak up about this, solely because you aren’t spending a lot of time with him anymore.

not slick with it either, just full on blunt.

this dramatic ahh collapses in your lap on the brink of tears, shiny puppy dog eyes staring straight into your soul.

“do you still love me anymore?”

explain to him that things exist other than him

please do tell him that you’re just worried and stressed though.

if you end up crying, his personality does a full 180. you’re now situated on his lap, his fingers brushing away any tears.

he feels guilty he didn’t notice sooner, he cups your face gently.

“hey, hey… i’m sorry. i didn’t realize this was so important to you… i’ll help you study, okay? for real this time.”

to the best of his ability, he helps explain concepts and showers you with praise if you answer correctly.

makes you flash cards with cute doodles (mostly him)

on the day of your exam, he picks you up and twirls you around.

peppers kisses all over your face.

“my scrunkly baby, you’re gonna do so well!! my smart precious clever genius… i might not be there with you, but take my luck!! well, not like you need it <3”

whispers in your ear before you go:

“…and don’t forget… a mark on a piece of paper doesn’t define you.”

takes you shopping and buys you whatever you want after, super clingy for the next couple of days

4/10 but he’s trying

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[nikimisery]

Season 1 Episode 3 - Dead in the Water

One thing I had learned in the days following the end of the wendigo hunt in Colorado, was that Dean Winchester was not shy about his love of women. He would constantly make comments about the women we saw on a daily basis, to Sam, but I will never forget his face the first time I pointed out one of my own. We had pulled into a local shopping mall. I know, Dean Winchester in a shopping mall. Dude was awkward as hell. ‘Who needs this many stores for the same article of clothing, Freya.’ But Sam and I were in agreement that I needed to get some clothes that were mine, and not torn to shit from years of wear and tear. We had just sat down at a table in the food court to eat some lunch when she walked by. Beautiful, long black hair, creamy skin, curvy in ALL the right places.

             “Holy Shit…” I trailed off as I smacked Sam on the arm. I remember I had a hard time taking my eyes off her ass, (sorry beautiful lady, but it’s true!) and I had made a comment to Sam about how I would love to spend some time getting to know that one. Dean had been taking a drink of his soda and nearly choked. “Are you okay?” I asked him.

             “What did you just say?” His face was beat red at this point and Sam was cackling in the background. When I repeated myself, Dean’s eyes lit up like the fourth of July, I swear he had never looked so excited. This boy and his love of women. But the one thing I did notice was the women his eyes lingered on were women I couldn’t compete with. Could I be okay with that?

             I was brought back to the present by Dean marking up the newspaper obituaries, searching for our next case. When he brought that pen to his lips, man I have never been more jealous of an inanimate object in my entire life.

             “Can I get you anything else?” Our waitress asked us. Wendy. Blonde. Beautiful.

             “Where did you get your top?” I asked her, biting my lip and tilting my head, as Dean just looked up and grinned, still chewing on that damn pen. But Sam interrupted before she could answer me.

             “Just the check, please.”

             “Okay.” Wendy responded, winking at me before she walked away. I turned my glare on Sam at that point and I could hear Dean’s head hitting the table beside me.

             “Dude.” Was all I said to him.

             “You know, Sam, we are allowed to have fun once in a while.” Dean finished for me, pointing at the waitress walking away towards the front counter of the diner. 

“That’s like… so much fun.” I cut in, finishing Dean’s statement. Sam decided not to reply, just kept staring right back at us.

             “Fuckin buzzkill.” I said. Dean’s hand found my knee under the table, giving it a quick squeeze, before handing the newspaper over to Sam.

             “Here, take a look at this, I think I got one. Lake Manitoc, Wisconsin. Last week Sophie Carlton, eighteen, walks into the lake, doesn't walk out. Authorities dragged the water; nothing. Sophie Carlton is the third Lake Manitoc drowning this year. None of the other bodies were found either. They had a funeral two days ago.”

             “A funeral?”

             “Yeah, it’s weird, they buried an empty coffin. For, uh, closure or whatever.” Dean said.

             “Closure? What closure? People don’t just disappear, Dean. Other people just stop looking for them.” Ohhhhhhhhhh shots fired.

             “Something you want to say to me?” Dean fired back.

             “The trail for Dad. It’s getting colder every day.”

             “Exactly. So what are we supposed to do?” He asked Sam, glancing at me then back at Sam.

             “I don’t know. Something. Anything.”

             “You know what? I'm sick of this attitude. You don't think I wanna find Dad as much as you do?” I could smell the frustration and anger coming off Dean at this point and I wanted nothing but to comfort him, but what could I do?

         “Yeah, I know you do, it’s just –“ Sam started.

         “I'm the one that's been with him every single day for the past two years, while you've been off to college going to pep rallies. We will find Dad, but until then, we're gonna kill everything bad between here and there. Okay?” I reached under the table and placed my hand on his leg, right above his knee. He let out a sigh, glancing at me with a nod, but said nothing more. Wendy, our cute waitress, decided to walk by our table at that moment, both Dean and I turning to watch her walk away.

         “All right, Lake Manitoc.” Sam started. I could practically hear the eye roll. “Hey.”

         “Huh?” Dean responded.

         “How far?” Sam asked, as we all got up from the table. Dean placed some money down on the table, glancing back at Wendy one more time before placing his hand on my back, guiding me out to the Impala.

         “Hey, Dean. You got any Scorpions in that collection?” I asked.

         “Who do you think I am?” He asked, grabbing a cassette and popping it in. Love at First Sting, my favorite album from the band started playing. ‘Bad Boys Running Wild’ was the name of the song.

“Out in the streets

The dogs are on the run

The cats are all in heat

Out in the streets

Snakes are all around you

Dirty rats are on their way

They control you and they'll make you play”

         “You let her pick the music?” Sam asked, epic bitch face in play.

         “She has good taste in music, Sammy!” Dean responded as I sat up, sticking my tongue out at Sam and giving Dean a kiss on the cheek. Settling back, I sang to the music as we drove down the road, ready to get a start on our new case.

Round and Round by Ratt started to play as soon as we pulled into town. We had discussed earlier in the day that we would stop at the Carlton house before we went anywhere else, so that’s where we were headed. Pulling up to the house, Dean put it in park, then started digging in the glove box.

         “Got you a present, dollface.” He said, turning around to me. He handed me a badge with my face on it.

         “Agent Fisher, huh?” I asked, glancing at the badges he was holding for him and Sam. “The Force is strong with this one, huh?” I said to Sam, taking the badge and sliding it into my jacket pocket. I had opted for a white tank with a red and blue, fitted flannel on top, skinny jeans and a pair of biker boots with a matching black leather jacket. I felt good about myself, for once. Dean opened my door for me as I stepped out, pulling my sunglasses off and setting them on top of my head as I walked up to the front door. Dean knocked on the door as I was looking around. Lots of trees. A lake not too far away from the house, which must be the lake she drowned in.

         “Will Carlton?” Dean’s voice pulled me back to the door in front of me.

         “Yeah, that’s right.”

         “I’m Agent Ford. This is Agents Hamill and Fisher.” How the hell he doesn’t get caught with these names is beyond me. “We’re with the US Wildlife Service.” He finished as he held up his ID. Will let us in the house, leading us around to where his father sat around the back of the house.

         “She was about a hundred yards out.” Will relayed to us. “That’s where she got dragged down.”

         “And you’re sure she didn’t just drown?” Dean asked.

         “Yeah. She was a varsity swimmer. She practically grew up in that lake. She was as safe out there as in her own bathtub.”

         “So no splashing?” Sam jumped in. “No signs of distress?”

         “No, that’s what I’m telling you.”

         “Did you see any shadows in the water? Maybe some dark shape breach the surface?” It was my turn to ask.

         “No. Again, she was really far out there.”

         “You ever see any strange tracks by the shoreline?” Dean cuts in.

         “No, never. Why? Why, what do you think’s out there?” Will asks.

         “We’ll let you know as soon as we do.” Dean said, turning to leave.

         “What about your father?” Sam asked Will, causing Dean to come to a stop beside me, turning back to look at Will.  “Can we talk to him?”

         Will just turned to look back at his father before answering us.

         “Look, if you don’t mind, I mean… he didn’t see anything and he’s kind of been through a lot.”

         “We understand.” I replied, as I grabbed Dean by the wrist to pull him along. We were making our way back out to the Impala when I heard it.

         “Hello.” Was all it said. I stopped in my tracks, looking around me, trying to find the source of the voice. My hand on Dean’s wrist tightened enough to catch his attention.

         “Hey, sweetheart, you good?” He asked me. When I didn’t answer him, he turned his wrist, grabbing mine. “Freya.”

         “I’m sorry.” I said, still looking around. “I thought I heard something.”

         “What did you think you heard?”

         “Someone said Hello.” I said quietly. “That’s weird, right? You didn’t hear it?”

         “No, doll, I didn’t hear anything.” He responded carefully, searching my face for something. What, I didn’t know.

         “I’m sorry. Let’s get to the police station.” I responded, sliding in the door he had opened for me a few seconds before.

         “I didn’t mean to startle you.” The voice came again. I glanced up at the boys, trying to figure out if they heard it, or if I was going crazy. “They can’t hear me, Freya, and you’re not going crazy. My name is Valkyrie. I’m a part of you.”

         “Good, cause that clears shit up.” I responded. Fuck. I’m talking to a voice in my head. That’s the literal definition of crazy.

         “You’ll understand who I am soon enough. Just know I’m here to help you, not hinder you. You or the two humans you are so fond of.” I bristled at that.

         “You hurt them…” I trailed off.    

     “I would sooner cut off my own arm. They are safe from me.” Valkyrie responded, then silence. The fuck just happened? Confusion clouded my thoughts. I had no idea what was happening to me or who that was, but there was an instinctual feeling, deep in my gut, that told me she wasn’t there to cause any harm, so for now, I let it go. We had a case to solve.

We had just made it to the police station. The Sheriff, Jake Devins, was talking to the boys, acting like I wasn’t even there… Annoying, but I guess it could be worse.

             “Now, I’m sorry, but what does the Wildlife Service care about an accidental drowning?”

             “You sure it’s accidental?” I asked him, reminding him I was still very much there. He didn’t even spare me a glance, so Sam stepped in as Dean placed his hand on my back.

             “Down, girl.” He leaned in and whispered in my ear. “Breathe.” How the fuck he knew I was about to reach over that desk and throttle this misogynistic dickhead of a sheriff, I will never know.

             “Will Carlton saw something grab his sister.” Sam spoke.

             “Like what?” the Sheriff asked as we walked into his office. Pointing at the chairs in front of his desk, he spoke again. “Here, sit, please. There are no indigenous carnivores in that lake.” Sam took one chair and Dean guided me to sit in the other, electing to stand behind me with his hands on the back of my chair. “There’s nothing even big enough to pull down a person, unless it was the Loch Ness Monster.” The Sheriff continued. I couldn’t help it, I let out a snort at that, Dean pulling my hair lightly to get me to shut up.

    “Yeah.” Dean laughed. “Right.” Sam looked over at us at that point, his face saying everything he couldn’t. Shut up.

  “Will Carlton was traumatized, and sometimes the mind plays tricks. Still –“ He trailed off, sitting down behind his desk. “We dragged that entire lake. We even ran a sonar sweep, just to be sure, and there was nothing down there.”

  “That’s weird, though. I mean, that’s the third missing body this year.” Dean spoke up.

  “I know. These are people from my town. These are people I care about.”

  “I know.”

  “Anyway…” the Sheriff trailed off. “All this… it won’t be a problem much longer.”

“What do you mean?” Dean asked, confusion lacing his tone.

  “The dam.” I spoke up. “It’s falling apart.” I looked up at him as I spoke.

  “Of course, the dam. It’s, uh, it sprung a leak.” He tried to cover up. Does this man read nothing?

  “She’s right. It’s falling apart, and the feds won’t give us the grant to repair it, so they’ve opened the spillway. In another six months, there won’t be much of a lake. There won’t be much of a town, either. But as Federal Wildlife, you already knew that.” The Sheriff was eyeing us suspiciously at this point. But hey, at least he acknowledged my existence. 

  “Exactly.” Dean answered. A knock on the door drew our attention from the conversation.

  “Sorry, am I interrupting?” A beautiful young woman asked, stepping into the room. Sam and I stood up as she got closer.

  “Gentlemen, this is my daughter.” The Sheriff said. Guess I’m one of the boys now! Fucker.

  “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Dean.” He said, extending his arm out to shake her hand.

  “Andrea Barr. Hi.” She said as she shook it.

  “Hi.” He smiled at her. Ohhhhh that motherfucker. I was plotting all the ways I could murder him and make it an accident when a small boy walked out from behind Andrea.

  “Oh, hey there!” I said to him, waving to him with a small smile on my face.

  “What’s your name?” Dean asked him, but he just walked away without speaking, Andrea following him.

  “His name is Lucas.” The Sheriff speaks up, watching his daughter hand Lucas a box of crayons.

  “Is he okay?” Sam asked

  “My grandson’s been through a lot. We all have.” He replied as he stood, walking to the door. “Well, if there’s anything else I can do for you, please let me know.”

  “Thanks. You know, now that you mentioned it, could you point us in the direction of a reasonably priced motel?” Dean asked as we all walked out of the office into the main room of the station.

  “Lakefront Motel. Go around the corner. It’s about two blocks south.” Andrea answered him.

  “Two – would you mind showing us?” Dean asked her, making her laugh.

  “You want me to walk you two blocks?” Ohhhhh sassy… I like her.

  “Not if it’s any trouble.”

  “I’m headed that way anyways.” She told him, turning to her dad. “I’ll be back to pick up Lucas as three.” She then turned to her son before she spoke again. “We’ll go to the park, okay, sweetie?” She kissed his head before motioning us to follow her out the door. I snuck a small wave in to the boy before the door closed behind us.

  “Thanks again.” Sam said. Andrea was leading us down the street when Dean spoke up.

  “So, cute kid.” It took everything in me not to laugh out loud at that, Sam nudged me, giggling to himself.

  “Thanks.” She said.

  “Kids are the best, huh?” I couldn’t help it, I let out a small giggle at that one, causing Dean to turn and glare at me, but there was no heat behind it. Andrea just glanced at him, ignoring him as she kept walking, coming to a stop in front of the motel.

  “There it is. Like I said, two blocks.”

  “Thanks.” Sam said. She nodded at him before turning to address Dean.

  “Must be hard, with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.” She said to him. I lost it, laughing, and turned to Sam.

  “I like her. Can we keep her?” I spoke up. She just winked at me before turning to leave, calling out over her shoulder.

  “Enjoy your stay!”

  “Kids are the best?” Sam said, making fun of his brother. “You don’t even like kids.”

  “I love kids!” Dean defended himself.

  “Name three children that you even know.” Sam and I just laughed, walking away as Dean quite literally scratched his head, trying to come up with an answer.

  “I’m thinking!” He called out after us.

  “Hey Sam, do you think I could have my own room this time?” I asked.

“I don’t see why not.” He replied before walking up to the front desk.

“The hell you need your own room for?” Dean asked, coming up behind me.

“A girl could use some privacy every now and then.” I snarked back at him.

  “Privacy, huh? What are you planning on doing with this privacy?” He asked, voice dropping low, quiet so no one could hear us. Goosebumps erupted across my skin at the sound, but I wasn’t about to let him know how much he affected me.

  “Who knows, maybe Andrea.” I threw at him, leaving him standing there with his mouth open, following Sam out the door to the car to get our bags. 

 I was sitting on Dean’s bed watching him go through his clothes. I think he was looking for one of his flannels, but he would never know it was currently in my bag, where I will wear it to bed tonight, because it is SO SOFT. Sam was clicking away on his laptop over at the table, working on the case.

             “Before we get to work on this case, can I talk to you guys?” I asked, hesitantly. Dean immediately stopped what he was doing to look up at me and Sam sat his laptop down on the table in front of him, giving me his full attention.

             “You okay?” Dean asked.

             “Yeah, I’m okay. At least, I think I’m okay…” I trailed off. “Something happened to me today outside of the Carlton’s house.” I started.

             “Yeah?” Dean prodded. “Wanna tell us what?”

             “What all does your dad’s journal say about me?” I asked him

             “You’re stalling. What happened.”

             “Does it say anything about hearing voices?”

             “Voices?” Dean responded, the look on his face didn’t help with my anxiety.

             “Never mind. I’m sure it’s nothing.” I responded, looking at the floor.

             “What, no…” Dean started, but he was cut off by Sam smacking him in the back of the head before he sat next to me on the bed.

             “What voices?” Sam asked softly, nudging me to get me to look up at him. I peeked up at him through the curtain of my hair, afraid of what I might find, but the look on his face was curious, gentle. No judgements to be found, so I glanced up at Dean, but all I found there was worry. No anger. They weren’t mad at me.

             “It just said hello, at first.” I began.

             “That’s what you were talking about?” Dean asked me, eyebrows furrowing together. Nodding, I continued.

             “After we got in the car, it spoke again. Just said that it didn’t mean to startle me and that her name was Valkyrie. She was a part of me. Said I would understand soon enough.” I told them. Looking at the floor again. I heard some shuffling as Sam’s arm came up around my shoulders, shoes coming into my view and stopping in front of me. Dean’s finger came up under my chin, prompting me to look up at where he now stood in front of me.

             “The voice, did it sound threatening?” He asked me.

             “No. She actually specifically said she wasn’t there to hurt me or the two of you.”

             “Did she scare you?”

             “No.”

             “There is still so much we don’t know about you. What you can do or what you are. There is still a lot of unknowns. My dad’s journal simply said to keep you safe, that you were special, and that there was going to be a few surprises coming our way. Before we freak out, let’s take a breath and see what happens, yeah?” Sam said from beside me. Tearing my eyes away from Dean, I looked over at Sam and nodded, trying so hard to keep the tears from my eyes. I felt the back of Dean’s finger brushing over my cheek before his hand fell away. Clearing my throat, I spoke up.

             “Fuck, I’m sorry. Okay, so what do we know?” I asked quickly, changing the subject. I felt better having told them, I didn’t want to keep anything from them. Dean especially, and I could tell they appreciated it.

             “So there’s the three drowning victims this year.” Sam started, walking back over to his laptop. Dean had gone back over to his bag, searching through it, before handing me a bandana, with a small smile. I guess I wasn’t so good at keeping those tears in as I had hoped. He didn’t call me out on it though, just turned his attention back to Sam.

             “Any before that?”

             “Uh, yeah.” Sam said, pulling up The Lake Manitoc Tribune. ‘DROWNING TAINTS ICE FISHING FESTIVAL’ the headline read. Clicking on it, another window pops up. ’12-year-old girl drowns in lake, second drowning in 6 months at Lake Manitoc.’ “Six more spread out over the past 35 years. Those bodies were never recovered either. If there is something out there, it’s picking up it’s pace.” He finished. Dean tossed a shirt down on the bed before turning around to face Sam.

             “So, what, we got a lake monster on a binge?”

             “The whole lake monster theory, it, it just bugs me.” Sam replied, looking at Dean as he walked over to look at the computer.

             “Why?”

             “Loch Ness, un Lake Champlain, there are literally hundreds of eyewitness accounts, but here, almost nothing.” He started, looking back at the tribune homepage. “Whatever it is out there, no one’s living to talk about it.”

             “I’m calling ghost!” I popped off from my spot on the bed. Both brothers just looked at me, Sam shaking his head while Dean just rolled his eyes at me, looking back to the computer.

             “Wait, Barr, Christopher Barr. Where have I heard that name before?” Dean asked.

             “Christopher Barr, the victim in May.”

             “Barr is Andrea’s last name.” I told them. Sam clicked on the link, opening up a new page on his laptop. ‘LOCAL MAN IN TRAGIC ACCIDENT.’ The picture loading to show Lucas surrounded by police.

             “Oh. Christopher Barr was Andrea’s husband, Lucas’s father. Apparently he took Lucas out swimming. Lucas was on a floating wooden platform when Chris drowned. Two hours before the kid got rescued.” Sam said, reading the link.

             “Maybe we have an eyewitness after all.” I said.

             “No wonder the kid was so freaked out. Watching one of your parents die isn’t something you just get over.” Dean said, turning to look at me. He had told me about his mom, how he had witnessed what happened, and I had told him how I was in the car wreck that ended both of my parent’s lives. This case just got a whole lot harder. 

  “Can we join you?” Sam asked Andrea when we were within hearing distance of her. We had just gotten to the park and after a brief moment to look around, we had headed towards where she sat on the bench, watching Lucas color and play with his toy soldiers.  

             “I’m here with my son.” She responded. It was clearly a dismissal, but unfortunately, we had a job to do.

             “Oh. Mind if we say hi?” Dean asked, grabbing my wrist to pull me with him over to Lucas.

             “Tell your friend this whole Jerry Maguire thing is not gonna work on me.” I heard Andrea say to Sam as we walked away.

             “How’s it going?” Dean asked, kneeling down on the bench were Lucas was coloring. I elected to kneel on the grass beside him instead, but he never looks up at us. “Oh, I used to love these things.” He picked up one of the soldiers, making gun and explosion noises before tossing the soldier back down. “So crayons is more your thing? That’s cool. Chicks dig artists. Just ask Freya.” He winked at me as he spoke, pulling me into the conversation.

             “You’re pretty good, Lucas.” I began, looking at the drawings laying on the bench. “I used to draw with my older brother when I was a kid. Can we sit and draw with you for a while?” I asked him. Dean picked up a crayon, handing it to me before getting his own. I picked up the pad of paper, tearing one off for Dean and setting it down in front of him before I started drawing.

             “You know, I’m thinking you can hear us, you just don’t want to talk. I don’t know exactly what happened to your dad, but I know it was something real bad. I think I know how you feel, we both do. When we were your age, we saw something…” Dean trailed off, looking at me, unsure of how to finish his sentence. “Well, maybe you don’t think anyone will listen to you, or, uh… or believe you. I want you to know that we will.” Dean said pointing back and forth between the two of us.

             “You don’t even have to say anything.” I began. “You could draw us a picture about what you saw that day, with your dad, on the lake.”

             “Okay, no problem.” Dean said after a short pause. “This is for you.” He holds out his drawing to Lucas. “This is my family.” Pointing to each person. “That’s my dad. That’s my mom. That’s my geek brother, that is this beautiful pain in my butt,” He pointed at me, “and that’s me.” He paused, giving Lucas the chance to say or do something, but there was nothing. “All right, so I’m a sucky artist. I’ll see you around, Lucas.” He said, standing and waiting for me to give my drawing to Lucas.

             “I drew this for you, Lucas.” I said, pointing down to the figure of the angel I had hastily drawn on my page. “To remind you that there is always someone there for you, no matter how you feel.” I sat it down in front of him, taking Dean’s outstretched hand, before standing up. We made our way back to Andrea and Sam, Dean dropping my hand, but moving his to my lower back to guide me back. I loved it when he did that, it always gave me a sense of security and comfort.

             “Lucas hasn’t said a word, not even to me. Not since his dad’s accident.” Andrea said as we walked up, joining her and Sam.

             “Yeah, we heard. Sorry.” He offered her. Andrea nodded her head in thanks before turning back to Sam as he spoke.

             “What are the doctors saying?”

             “That it’s a kind of post-traumatic stress.”

             “That can’t be easy. For either of you.” Sam replied.

             “We moved in with my dad. He helps out a lot. It’s just… when I think about what Lucas went through, what he saw…” She trailed off. I reached out and took her hand, giving it a small squeeze, offering comfort anyway I could.

             “Kids are strong. You’d be surprised what they can deal with.” Dean told her.

             “You know, he used to have such life. He was hard to keep up with, to tell you the truth. Now he just sits there. Drawing those pictures, playing with those army men. I just wish – “ She was cut off by Lucas ducking between our clasped hands, coming to a stop in front of Dean and I. “Hey sweetie.” She said to him, dropping my hand and reaching for Lucas. Instead of acknowledging his mother, he hands a picture to me.

             “Thanks. Thanks, Lucas.” Dean said. I looked down at the picture, recognizing it, but not being able to place it.

             “Thank you for letting us talk to him, Andrea.” I said to her, touching the back of her arm, as we turned to walk back to the Impala.

             “You know, that’s the most interaction anyone has gotten out of him since the accident. I should be saying thank you to you.” She stated. I smiled at her and nodded before turning to follow the boys back to the car. Dean was waiting by my door, holding it open for me.

             “You okay?” He asked me, eyes searching my face.

             “Yeah, I’m okay. Are you?”

             “Yeah, I’m good.” He said, squeezing my elbow as I sat down. Closing my door, he moved to the front, starting the car.

             “I swear, I recognize this picture. It’s going to bug me.” I said, looking down at the drawing again before folding it up and placing it in my jacket. “Okay, first things first.” I started back up. “If I don’t get some food, and I do mean soon, I’m literally going to turn homicidal.” I stated, breaking the tension in the car.

             “She’s hangry!” Sam yelled from the front seat, laughing at my pout.

             “Samuel Winchester.” I started. “I will stab you.”

             “Freya, you don’t scare me.” He said, still laughing at me. Dean had even joined in at this point. So instead of answering him, I let out a deep growl, my eyes turning purple. But instead of the intimidation I had hoped for, Sam just started laughing even harder!

             “Really? You’re resorting to growling at us?” Dean said. “That’s adorable. She’s like, a really angry bear cub, or something.” He said to Sam, who just turned around and ruffled my hair.

             “Looks like one too!” Sam laughed again. Huffing, I just sat back in the seat, fighting a smile at the two children in the front seat as they continued to laugh at me. I caught Dean’s eye in the rear view mirror, causing me to blush before I looked away quickly, trying not to get caught.

             “Okay, okay, let’s feed the feral creature in the backseat.” Dean chuckled out, pulling the car into a diner just down the street from the motel we were staying at.

             “I hate you both.”

             “That’s cute, princess.” Dean bit back at me, getting out and opening my door for me. Stepping out, I looked up to see he was far closer to me than I expected, the scent of pine trees and leather wrapping around me. “And the biggest lie you’ve ever told.” He said with a smirk on his face. I could tell he noticed the blush that time because his smirk got bigger.

             “Food!” Sam yelled out, before leading the way into the diner. 

A knock on the door woke me the next morning. At first, I wasn’t sure what it was, but the knock came again, followed by Dean’s voice.

             “Freya, wake the hell up and open the door, sweetheart.” He called out, his voice slightly muffled by the door.

             “Fucking hell, hold on.” I said, as I sat up, rubbing my eyes. Standing up, I walked over to the door and opened it for him to come in. It didn’t even register to me that I was still wearing what I slept in until Dean spoke.

             “Is that my shirt?” He asked, eyes trailing up and down my figure. Looking down at myself, I noticed that, yes, I was indeed wearing the shirt he was looking for yesterday… and nothing else…

             “Maybe…” I trailed off. Stepping closer to me, he lifted his hand, fingers brushing against the buttons.

             “I’ve been looking for it.” He said, looking down at me. He was close enough that I could feel the heat from his body seeping into mine.

             “Do you want it back?” I whispered, raising my fingers to the buttons. Dean opened his mouth to respond, when another knock sounded at my door.

             “Hurry up you two, I have coffee.” Sam called out from the other side of the door, effectively breaking the spell that had previously bound Dean and I. His footsteps sounded as he walked away, down to their shared room as I turned back to Dean.

             “Keep it. I like the way it looks on you.” Was all he said before turning back to the door. “Don’t keep me waiting, princess.” He closed the door with a wink as he went to join his brother in their room. I swear the air in my lungs left with him because suddenly I couldn’t breathe. What the hell was that? I’ll be honest, I didn’t have much experience in the sex department, but Jesus Christ I have never wanted to kiss someone as badly as I wanted to close that gap between us. The way he looked at me, the sound of his voice, the way his fingers grazed me… What was going on?

             ‘It’s okay, Freya.’ Came the voice. I had almost forgot about Valkyrie. ‘What you’re feeling. It’s okay. It will all make sense. That boy is special.’ She said to me.

             ‘Mind filling a girl in?’

             ‘Soon. Not quite yet. Don’t push him away.’ She responded. ‘Get dressed. You don’t want to keep them waiting.’ That wasn’t cryptic… AT ALL. Thanks, creepy internal voice… My mind drifted back to the interaction with Dean all on it’s own, no matter how hard I tried not to think about it, and I came to a decision. He liked the way it looked on me? Guess I found what I’m wearing today! It’s my turn to tease him a little bit. Pulling on a pair of tight, hip hugging skinny jeans, I threw on a low cut tank top, tying his flannel together in the front, but letting it hang open. I grabbed my converse and made my way out of my room, down to the brothers. Upon entering, Sam greeted me with a Chai Latte.

             “Holy Fuck, I think you’re my favorite Winchester.” I praised him, hold the drink up to my nose. “Is there cinnamon in this?” I asked him?

             “Yeah, mixed in, just how you like it.” I smiled dreamily up at him, thanking him over and over again.

             “Hey, I thought I was your favorite Winchester?” Dean yelled out from the bathroom.

             “Whatever gave you that impression?” I called back to him, just as he walked out, stopping dead in his tracks when he caught sight of me, his eyes zeroing in on my cleavage. He didn’t answer me, just scowled at me as I walked up to him, handing him his coffee with a smirk as Sam started to speak from behind us. He narrowed his eyes at me, fingers brushing mine when he took the cup.

             “Careful, princess.” He whispered.

             “So, I think it’s safe to say we can rule out Nessie.” Sam began.

             “What do you mean?” Dean asked him, walking past me, his arm brushing up against my back as he went. The brothers sat down as I came to a stop in front of them.

             “I just drove past the Carlton house. There was an ambulance there. Will Carlton is dead.”

             “He drowned?”

             “Yep. In the sink.”

             “What the hell? So you’re right, this isn’t a creature.” Dean started, kicking my foot with his when he heard me start to giggle. “We’re dealing with something else.”

             “Yeah, but what?”

             “I still say ghost.” I chimed in.

             “Proof, princess.” Dean rolled his eyes at me.

             “You just wait. And when it turns out I’m right, I want to hear you say it, sugar.” I said to him.

             “Okay, back to this.” Sam said with a shake of his head. “What could it be?”

             “I don’t know.” Dean started, deliberately not looking in my direction. “Water wraith, maybe? Some kind of demon? I mean, something that controls water… water that comes from the same source.”

             “The lake.” Sam responded.

             “Yeah.”

             “Which would explain why it’s upping the body count. The lake is draining. I’ll be dry in a few months. Whatever this thing is, whatever it wants, it’s running out of time.”

             “And if it can get through the pipes, it can get to anyone, almost anywhere.” Dean said, standing up. He started pacing the room at that point.

             “I can say, I don’t think it’s a demon. They leave a special kind of stink in a place for months after they’ve been there. I didn’t smell anything like that at the Carlton house when we were there.” I told them.

             "This is gonna happen again soon.” Dean stated, finally sitting down.

             “And we do know one thing for sure.” Sam cut in. “We know this has something to do with Bill Carlton.”

             “Yeah, it took both his kids.”

             “And I’ve been asking around. Lucas’s dad, Chris – was Bill Carlton’s godson.” Sam informed you.

             “Let’s go pay Mr. Carlton a visit.” Dean said, grabbing his jacket before heading to the car, Sam and me right behind him. 

When we arrived, I spotted Mr. Carlton sitting out on his boat dock, when I was getting out of the car. I tapped Dean’s hand, where he had been holding my door, pointing it out to him. Nodding, he called over to Sam and started waking that way.

             “Mr. Carlton?” Sam called out, causing him to look up at us, watching us as we approached him. “We’d like to ask you a few questions, if you don’t mind.”

             “We’re from the Department –“ Dean started.

             “I don’t care who you’re with. I’ve answered enough questions today.” Mr. Carlton cut Dean off. The sadness coming off of him was so intense it almost brought me to my knees.

             “Your son said he saw something in that lake. What about you? You ever see anything out there?” Sam asked. “Mr. Carlton, Sophie’s drowning and Will’s death – we think there might be a connection to you or your family.”

             “My children are gone. It’s… it’s worse than dying. Go away. Please.” The emotions he was projecting were making it hard for me to breathe.

             ‘It will pass.’ Valkyire spoke in my head. ‘You’ll get used to being able to feel the emotional turmoil the people around you are experiencing. With time and practice, you’ll be able to feel even the smallest emotion.’ With my hand on my chest, I turned away from Mr. Carlton, my eyes closed, blindly following the smell of pine trees and coffee.

             “Hey, hey, hey.” Dean caught me as I stumbled off the dock and back onto dry land. “What’s going on?” He asked me, one hand wrapped around my back, clutching my waist and the other holding my hand, guiding me back towards the car.

             “His emotions. They were so strong…” Trailed off. “Valkyire said I would get used to it, but I couldn’t breathe. I’m sorry.”

             “Stop apologizing.” He mumbled in my hair as he helped me get settled in the car. Sam had opened the door for him when he noticed my predicament. As they stood outside the door. “Emotions, huh?”

             “Valkyire said I’ll be able to feel the emotions of those around me with time, but, I could feel the pain and sadness he carried. It almost brought me to my knees.” I told him.

             “So you’re like… a human lie detector.” Dean popped off. I could tell he was trying to lighten the mood, but I could still see the tightness in his shoulders.

             “Why, you hiding something from me?” I joked back, but instead of answering me, he just chuckled at me and winked before turning back to Sam.

             "What do you think?" Sam asked.

             "I think the poor guy’s been through hell. I also think he’s not telling us something.”

             “So now what?”

             “Huh.”

             “What?” I asked him. He was looking up at the house when he answered me.

             “You still got that picture from Lucas?” He asked me. I nodded to him, reaching into my jacket pocket, pulling it out and handing it to him. “Maybe Bill’s not the only one who knows something.” He said after he unfolded it, holding it up so we could all see it. That’s why I recognized it. It was a drawing of the Carlton house.          

   “Let’s go see him.” I said.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t think it’s a good idea.” Andrea’s voice rang out.

             “We just need to talk to him.” Dean implored, gesturing to himself and I. “Just for a few mintues.”

             “He won’t say anything. What good’s it gonna do?”

             “Andrea, we think more people might get hurt. We think something’s happening out there.” Sam stepped in.

             “My husband, the others, they just drowned. That’s all.”

             “If that's what you really believe, then we'll go. But if you think there's even a possibility that something else could be going on here, please let us talk to your son.” Dean said. Sighing, she opened the door, letting us in. I rested my hand on her arm as we walked past her and into the house.

             “Thank you, Andrea.” I said.  We followed her up the stairs, where she paused at an open door, pointing down at the floor. I nodded at her as Dean and I walked into the room.

             “Hey, Lucas. You remember us?” He went unanswered as Lucas kept drawing. “You know, I, uh, I wanted to thank you for that last drawing. But the thing is, we need your help again.” He interupted Lucas’s drawing by unfolding the picture he gave us and setting it down on the floor in front of him.

             “How did you know to draw this?” I asked him. “Did you know something bad was gonna happen?”

             “Maybe you could nod yes or no for us.” Dean tried. But he just kept coloring.

             “You’re scared. It's okay. I understand. See, when I was your age, I saw something real bad happen to my mom, Freya saw something bad happen to her parents too, and I was scared, we both were. I didn't feel like talking, just like you. But see, my mom, Freya’s parents—I know they wanted us to be brave. I think about that every day. And we do our best to be brave. And maybe, your dad wants you to be brave too.” Lucas stopped coloring at that, dropping his crayon before looking up at me and then Dean. That was the first time he actually made eye contact with any of us. Looking back down, he locates the picture he was searching for and hands it to Dean.

             “Thanks, Lucas.” I told him. 

We were sitting in the Impala, looking at the picture Lucas had given us. Too Daze Gone by Billy Squier was playing in the background as we spoke to each other.

             “Andrea said the kid never drew like that till his dad died.” Dean stated.

             “There are cases – going through a traumatic experience could make people more sensitive to premonitions, psychic tendencies.” Sam sprouted off. Dude is a walking encyclopedia.

             “Whatever’s out there, what if Lucas is tapping into it somehow? I mean, it’s only a matter of time before somebody else drowns, so if you got a better lead, please.”  

             “All right, we got another house to find.”

             “Only problem is, there’s about a thousand yellow two-stories in the county alone.” Dean said.

             “See this church? I bet there’s less than a thousand of those around here.” Sam pointed out.

             “Oh, College Boy thinks he’s so smart.”

             “I was literally about to say the same thing.” I deadpanned to Dean.

             “He beat you to it, princess.” He said with a shrug. I looked over at Sam to see him looking quite smug with himself.

             “You think you’re so cute, don’t you?” I popped off at Sam but he just laughed me off before getting a more serious look on his face, turning to his brother.

             “You know, um…” He trailed off. Ohhhh insert uncomfortable conversation here, I laughed at myself. “What you said about mom… You never told me that before.”

             “It’s no big deal.” Dean said, trying to brush off the conversation. “Oh God, we’re not gonna have to hug or anything, are we?” He sassed at Sam.

             “Ohhhh I want a hug!” I piped up from the backseat.

             “Knock it off.” Dean said sternly. He caught my pout in the rear view mirror. “I’ll give you a damn hug when we get out of the car, stop pouting.” He glared at me. I broke his gaze and looked at the floor, but I couldn’t hide the smile on my face. 

                We found the house, sitting next to a little white church, just like Lucas’s picture said it was. Dean parked the car outside the house, getting out and opening my door for me, before holding the picture up, comparing it. I got out and started walking towards the house, but he grabbed my elbow, stopping me. Confused, I turned back towards him with a questioning look on my face, but he just shook his head and wrapped his arms around me, his head coming to rest on top of mine. Oh right, the hug he promised me. I pulled my own arms up around his back, squeezing him to me. I couldn’t help but melt against him, a feeling of safety coming over me and his scent grounded me. I don’t know how long we stood there, wrapped in each other before Sam cleared his throat.

             “As touching as this is, we have a case to work.” He said, smirking when Dean turned to glare at him. I didn’t want to let him go, but Sam was right. We needed to figure this out. So, reluctantly, I dropped my arms back to my side and turned back towards the house. Dean let me go, but his hand still found its way to my lower back.

             “We’re sorry to bother you, ma’am –“ Dean began as soon as the door opened. “- but does a little boy live here, by chance? He might wear a blue ball cap, and has a red bicycle.”        

             “No sir. Not for a very long time. Peter’s been gone for thirty-five years now.” The older woman replied before opening the door wider, letting us into the house. I took a look around, noting the picture of a little boy on one of the tables in the room.

             “The police never – I never had any idea what happened. He just disappeared.” She said. My ghost theory was looking better by the second. Sam pointed out the toy soldiers on the mantle to us, the exact same ones that Lucas was playing with. “Losing him – you know, it’s… it’s worse than dying.” Her words echoed around in my head, an exact replica of what Mr. Carlton had said. I could feel the sadness coming off her, but it was muted. Not as strong as it was with Mr. Carlton. It made me want to wrap her up in a hug, comfort her in whatever way I could.

             “Did he disappear from here? I mean, from this house?” Dean asked her.

             “He was supposed to ride his bike straight home after school, and he never showed up.” I noticed Dean picking up a picture before turning it over, whispering it out loud so I could hear him.

             “Peter Sweeney and Billy Carlton, nineteen seventy.”

            We had left Mrs. Sweeney’s house in a hurry after that, booking it back to the Impala. I was pretty sure that Mr. Carlton had killed Peter Sweeney and now little Peter was getting his revenge.

             “Okay, so this little Peter Sweeney vanishes, and this is all connected to Bill Carlton somehow.” Sam started.           

             “Yeah, Bill sure as hell seems to be hiding something, huh?” Dean asked.

             “And Bill, the people he loves, they’re all getting punished.”

             “So what if Bill did something to Peter?”

             “What if Bill killed him?” Sam asked. Hey, he caught up! Welcome to the party, Samuel!

             “Peter’s spirit would be furious. It’d want revenge. It’s possible.”

             “We need to get back to the Carlton house.” I said, causing Dean to push down on the gas. It didn’t take us long to get there, with Dean’s driving, and as soon as the car was in park, we were out, rushing to the house.

             “Mr. Carlton?” Sam called out just as the sound of a boat engine started up. We all took off running towards the dock, and I reached the end just as the boat passed. I reached out, grabbing the rope trailing off the end of the boat, wrapping my other hand around the dock post, but I couldn’t hold it for long. The rope was wet, and it slipped out of my grasp right as the brothers reached me.

             “No!” I yelled out, trying to dive for the rope again, but Dean grabbed me before I could jump after it.

             “Mr. Carlton! You need to come back!” Dean yelled after him. “Come out of the water! Turn the boat around!”

             “Mr. Carlton!” Sam yelled out. He ignored us, steering the boat out into the middle of the lake. He didn’t get far before the water rose up, flipping the boat, pulling both it and Mr. Carlton down into the lake.

             “Dammit!” I yelled out, flinging my arm into the dock post, splintering it in half. “I couldn’t hold him!” I said, trying so hard to keep my tears in. Dean walked up to me, grabbing my chin in his hand, holding my shoulder with the other.

             “Hey, this is not on you. Don’t do that.” He said sternly. I couldn’t say anything without crying so instead I just nodded, dropping my eyes to the ground. He pulled me into him, leaving a kiss on my temple before speaking again. “Let’s get out of here. Get to the police station.” He said as he walked me back to the car, getting me settled in the back seat. 

                Lucas was sitting in one of the chairs in the main room of the police station when we arrived, rocking back and forth. It was clear to anyone around that he was upset, his mother was sitting next to him holding a paper bag and a plastic container, worry in her eyes as she watched him.

             “Baby, what’s wrong?” She asked Lucas. He didn’t answer or look up, just kept rocking. “Sam, Dean, Freya.” She said, standing up, setting her stuff down in the chair behind her before addressing us again. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

             “So now you’re on a first-name basis. What are you doing here? Jake, the sheriff asked her.

             “I brought you dinner.”

             “I’m sorry, sweetheart, I don’t really have time.” He told his daughter.

             “I heard about Bill Carlton. Is it true? Is something going on with the lake?”

             “Right now we don’t know what the truth is. But I think it might be better if you and Lucas went on home.” Almost as soon as the words were out of his mouth, Lucas jumps out of his seat, looking so scared, face pale. He grabbed Dean arm and my hand, whining the entire time.

             “Lucas, hey, what is it?” Dean asked him, both of us kneeling down to his level. “Lucas,” Dean tried again.

             “Lucas.” Andrea tried.

             “Lucas, it’s okay. It’s okay.” I said, speaking as calmly and soothingly as I could.

             “Hey, Lucas, it’s okay. It’s okay.” Dean confirmed in that ‘everything’s going to work out’ voice he has. Andrea managed to pull him off us and led him out of the station, but he never once looked away from us. I could feel the terror that held him captive. It was squeezing my heart. I watched him leave, rubbing my chest over my heart. Dean’s hand came to rest between my shoulder blades, rubbing up and down. He could tell. He can always tell. Leading us into his office, Jake threw his jacket down before turning to us.

             “Okay, just so I’m clear, you see… something attack Bill’s boat, sending Bill – who is a very good swimmer, by the way – into the drink, and you never see him again?” He asked us. Sharing a glance with Sam and I, Dean responded to him.

             “Yeah, that about sums it up.”

             “And I’m supposed to believe this, even though I’ve already sonar-swept that entire lake? And what you’re describing is impossible? And you’re not really Wildlife Service?” Jake stated, directing his glare to me as he finished speaking. “That’s right, I checked. Department’s never heard of you three.”

             See, now, we can explain that.” Dean started, pulling Jake’s glare off of me and onto himself.

             “Enough. Please. The only reason you’re breathing free air is one of Bill’s neighbors saw him steering out that boat just before you did. They also claimed that a woman matching your description,” He turned to look at me again, “held the boat back, all on her own, for almost thirty seconds before he got away.” Shit. I could feel Dean tensing behind me and saw Sam take a small step closer to me. They had my back.        

             ‘Of course they have your back.’ Valkyrie pipped up. ‘They are part of your pack now, even if they don’t know it yet.’ Jake didn’t dwell on that fact, but he kept eyeing me suspiciously as he spoke.

             “So, we have a couple of options here. I can arrest you for impersonating government officials and hold you as material witnesses to Bill Carlton’s disappearance. Or, we can chalk this all up to a bad day, you get in your car, you put this town in your rearview mirror, and you don’t ever darken my doorstep again.” He finished.

             “Door number two sounds good.” Sam replied before either Dean or myself could speak up.           

  “That’s the one I’d pick.” He said as he escorted us out of the station and to the Impala, watching us carefully as we got in the car and drove off.

           I was lost in my thoughts as we were leaving town, my mind was still racing with thoughts of Lucas and his behavior the last time we saw him. I didn’t feel right leaving him like that, and I could tell I wasn’t the only one having a hard time. I could feel the emotions Dean was battling in the front seat, debating with himself.

             “Green” Sam said.

             “What?” Dean answered him.

             “Light’s green.” Glancing up at the stop light we were at, Dean eased the car out onto the road, turning right instead.

             “Uh, the interstate’s the other way.” Sam pointed out.

             “I know.”

             “We aren’t leaving.” I stated. “I can’t shake this unsettling feeling in my chest.” I told them both.

             “But guys, this job, I think it’s over.” Sam objected.

             “I’m not so sure.” Dean met my eyes in the rear view mirror as he spoke.

             “If Bill murdered Peter Sweeney and Peter’s spirit got it’s revenge, case closed. The spirit should be at rest.”

             “All right, so what if we take off and this thing isn’t done? You know, what if we’ve missed something? What if more people get hurt?”

             “But why would you think that?” Sam questioned.

             “Because Lucas was really scared.” I cut in, Dean nodding his head in agreement.

             “That’s what this is about?”

             “I just don’t want to leave town until I know the kid’s okay.” Dean responded.

             “Who are you? And what have you done with my brother and best friend?” Sam asked, his gaze bouncing between his brother and me.

             “Shut up.” Dean popped off at him, pushing his foot down on the accelerator. 

                “Are you sure about this? It’s pretty late, man.” Sam asked us as we made our way up to Andrea’s front door. Dean was reaching for the doorbell when Lucas threw the door open. He was freaking out, clearly afraid of something.

             “Lucas? Lucas!” Dean called out to him as he turned and ran, leading us up the stairs. He ran to a door in the hallway, banging on it repeatedly. Dean followed closely behind, pulling him back from the door just as Sam kicked it in, rushing inside, sliding to a stop by the bathtub. He dove into the bathtub, arms wrapping around Andrea trying to pull her out, but Peter was determined to keep her there.

             “Freya!” Sam called out for me, needing my help, so I ran into the bathroom, kneeling next to him and reaching in to grab a hold of her. Between the two of us, we finally managed to get Andrea out of the bathtub, her collapsing across my chest.

             “Get a towel.” I said, not really caring who did it, but wanting to cover Andrea and conserve what was left of her modesty. Sam had scrambled up the moment I spoke, searching the bathroom until he found a fluffy white towel, handing it to me so I could wrap up her shaking frame. “You’re okay.” I whispered to her, rubbing her arms. “We’re going to take Lucas downstairs. Go get dressed, get warmed up. We’ll be here when you’re ready.” I told her, helping her stand and make her way to her room. It was dawn by the time she made her way back downstairs, sitting down on the couch next to me, leaning against my shoulder.

             “Can you tell me?” Sam prodded her, gently.

             “No.” Dean was looking around the room, going through different notebooks and books on the shelves.  “It doesn’t make any sense.” She continued as she started crying, causing me to wrap my arm around her shoulder. “I’m going crazy.” She said as she covered her face with her hands, her body shaking.

             “No, you’re not. Tell me what happened. Everything.” Sam encouraged her.

             “I heard… I thought I heard… there was this voice.”

             “What did it say?”

             “It said… it said ‘come play with me’.” She told him, lifting her head to look at him. “What is happening?” She asked, sobbing into my shoulder. Dean joined us at that moment with what looked like a scrapbook in his hands. He opened it up and set it down in front of us, pointing to it.

             “Do you recognize the kids in these pictures?” He asked her.

             “What? Um, um, no.” She started, shaking her head, but then she paused. “Except that’s my dad right there. He must have been about twelve in these pictures.” She was pointing to one of the pictures showing her dad standing next to Peter. I looked up at the brothers, catching Dean’s eye before he turned to Sam.

             “Chris Barr’s drowning. The connection wasn’t to Bill Carlton. It must have been to the sheriff.”

             “Bill and the sheriff –“ Sam started.

             “They were both involved with Peter.” I finished for him.

             “What about Chris? My dad – what are you talking about?” Andrea asked, sitting up off my shoulder. We didn’t get a chance to answer her because Lucas caught our attention.

             “Lucas?” Dean called out to him. He didn’t answer, just stared out the window. “Lucas, what is it?” Dean asked again, but instead of answering, he just opened the door and walked out. As we all trailed after him, I tried so hard to get a read on his emotions, trying to maybe put this newly found gift to use, but I couldn’t figure out how to focus on him. I was getting nothing.

             “Lucas, honey?” Andrea tried, and again,  we got no answer. He finally came to a stop past the trees and looked down at the ground, then up at Dean. It was clear he was trying to tell us that something in the ground below our feet.

             “You and Lucas get back to the house and stay there, okay?” Dean instructed Andrea. As she pulled him back to the house, I turned to the boys.

             “You still have those shovels in the trunk?” Nodding, they left to go get them. When they returned, they started digging, but they didn’t get very far when Sam’s shovel hit something solid, causing a loud noise to ring out in the clearing. I stepped closer, looking over Dean’s shoulder to see what they had found as the started pulling it up.

             “Peter’s bike.” Sam said, but I wasn’t listening to him. My focus was entirely on the gun I could feel pressed into the back of my head. How the fuck did I not hear him sneaking up on us?

             “Who are you?” Jake spoke up, causing both brothers to drop their shovels and turn towards us. Now, I was fairly certain, if I could survive a snapped neck, I could survive a gunshot, but I wasn’t about to take any chances with my brain stem… My eyes locked onto Dean, his jaw clenched as he glared at Jake.

             “Put the gun down, Jake.” Sam said.

             “How did you know that was there?”

             “What happened? You and Bill kill Peter, drowned him in the lake and then buried the bike?” Dean barked at him, clearly struggling to keep his temper in check.

             “You can’t bury the truth, Jake. Nothing stays buried.” I told him. I could hear Andrea’s footsteps coming closer to us, but I didn’t dare turn around, especially when he pushed the gun further against my head.

             “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”

             “You and Bill killed Peter Sweeney thirty-five years ago. That’s what the hell I’m talking about.” Dean answered him.

             “Dad!” Andrea called out to him.

             “And now, you got one seriously pissed-off spirit.” I finished for Dean.

             “It’s gonna take Andrea, Lucas, everyone you love. It’s gonna drown them. And it’s gonna drag their bodies God knows where, so you can feel the same pain Peter’s mom felt. And then, after that, it’s gonna take you, and it’s not gonna stop until it does.” Sam informed him.

             “Yeah, and how do you know that?” Jake asked, speculation coloring his every word.

             “Because that’s exactly what it did to Bill Carlton.”

             “Listen to yourselves, the three of you. You’re insane.” Jake tried to reason.

             “I don’t really give a rat’s ass what you think of us. But if we’re gonna bring down this spirit, we need to find the remains, salt them, and burn them into dust.” Dean told him. “Now tell me you buried Peter somewhere. Tell me you didn’t just let him go in the lake.”

             “Dad, is any of this true?” Andrea asked him.

             “No. Don’t listen to them. They’re liars and they’re dangerous.”

             “We’re dangerous? You’re the one with a gun digging into my skull.” I snarked at him, but Dean shot me a look, silently telling me to shut my mouth.

             “Something tried to drown me. Chris died on that lake. Dad, look at me.” Andrea begged him, causing him to turn towards her. “Tell me you – you didn’t kill anyone.” Silently, he just turned away from her, answering her question. “Oh my god.” She breathed out. The moment he dropped his gun, Dean had my hand in his, tugging me over to him, moving me behind him and Sam.

             “Billy and I were at the lake. Peter was the smallest one. We always bullied him, but this time, it got rough. We were holding his head under the water. We didn't mean to. But we held him under too long and he drowned. We let the body go, and it sank.” Jake said, sadly. “Oh Andrea, we were kids. We were so scared. It was a mistake.” He began, trying to explain. “But, Andrea, to say that I have anything to do with these drownings, with Chris, because of some ghost? It’s not rational.”

             “All right, listen to me, all of you. We need to get you away from this lake, as far as we can, right now.” Dean began, but I stopped him, a hand on his shoulder, pointing down towards the lake.

             “Lucas!” Jake yelled out, trying to stop his grandson from reaching the water. When he didn’t respond to us yelling at him, I took off running, trying so hard to get there in time, but just as I reached the dock, Peter reached up, grabbing Lucas by the wrist and dragging him under. I didn’t hesitate, I just reacted, diving in and swimming after him. I saw Peter, now holding onto Lucas’s ankle, pulling him down and I was able to grab onto his wrist. I tried so hard to pull him back up, but I didn’t have any leverage, and I was quickly getting pulled down with them, but I refused to let go. I kicked as hard as I could, trying everything to get Peter to let go. Seconds ticked by, but nothing was working. Right as we reached the bottom of the lake, Peter released Lucas’s ankle. I wrapped him in my arms and kicked as hard as I could, swimming back to the surface, but the world was starting to turn black, my chest was burning from the need for air, and my progress was starting to slow, so using what little strength I had left, I released Lucas and pushed him as hard as I could towards the surface, watching him float away as the world slowly lost focus and my eyes started to close. I couldn’t take the pressure anymore, so I opened my mouth and let the world go dark. 

                “It’s not your time, child. Why are you here?” I heard the voice as I was opening my eyes. Glancing around me, I found myself in a beautiful clearing, surrounded by a forest, flowers in full bloom all around where I was sitting. Looking up to find the source of the voice, I saw the largest wolf I had ever seen in my entire life, but I wasn’t afraid. She was gorgeous, long, pure white fur covered her body and she had a red crescent moon on her head, right between her eyes.

             “Where is here?” I asked her.

             “Ahh, I see.” Came her response. “You’ve just found your wolf?” She asked me.

             “My wolf?” Her eyes narrowed at me.

             “Interesting. You know nothing of who or what you are, do you?”

             “My parents died when I was a toddler. I have been on my own ever since. My friends are trying to help figure me out.” I told her.

             “Friends?”

             “Sam and Dean Winchester.” I told her. “My mother’s journal told me to find their dad, but he disappeared and now we are looking for both him and answers to my questions.”

             “Winchester…” She trailed off, getting a far away look in her eye. “They have such great destinies ahead of them, and I sense that your fate will be intertwined with them for many years to come. Trust them, trust HIM, and most importantly, trust yourself.” She said. I didn’t have to ask her who the ‘him’ she was speaking of was, I knew it was Dean. I opened my mouth to ask her why he was so special to me, why I couldn’t stay away from him, but I heard my name being called, far in the distance.

             “Dean?”

             “Our time has come to an end. Return to the land of the living, we will meet again.” She spoke softly to me as the world around me started to blur.

             “Freya!” Dean was shaking me as my senses started to wake back up. “Come on, princess. You gotta wake up.”

             “Dean?”

             “There you go, there you are, come on, come on. Sweetheart.” Opening my eyes, I found myself leaning up against Sam’s chest with Dean kneeling on the ground in front of me, hands on either side of my face.

             “What happened?” I asked weakly, I couldn’t quite lift myself off of Sam just yet.

             “You did it, princess. You saved him.” Dean answered me. “I found him, right after you pushed him up, I got him up here, Sam took him, then I went back for you. I almost couldn’t find you.” He finished, trailing off quietly. He was staring at me, but I couldn’t quite place the intense look in his eyes.

             “Are you okay?” Sam asked me, squeezing my arms. I could feel the strength returning to my limbs as I started to set up.

             "Yeah, yeah, I’m good. I’m okay.” I said, turning back to Dean, I reached up and grabbed onto one of the hands still on my face. “I’m okay.” I repeated, looking into his eyes. He didn’t answer, just nodded his head, helping me stand up. He wrapped me up in a blanket and walked me to the car, never once taking his hand off my back. “Thank you.” I whispered as he helped me sit down.

             “You don’t have to thank me.” He said, kneeling down in front of me. “Just stop dying.” He said with a roll of his eyes. He said it with a joking tone, but I could tell, deep down, it bothered him more than he was letting on, so I just leaned forward and hugged him close to me.

             “I’ll try.” 

                A knock on my door pulled me out of my thoughts about the mysterious white wolf I had met when I ‘died.’

             “You ready to go, princess?” Dean asked me when I had opened the door. “Cars packed, just waiting on you.” He was leaning against the door frame, watching me move around the room, making sure I hadn’t forgotten anything.

             “Yeah, I’m good. Let me grab my bag.” I turned to pick it up, but his arm shot out, grabbing it before I could.

             “I got it, you just worry about getting that pretty ass outside and in my baby.” He said. Of course he would make me blush, right now, when he’s so close to me and I can’t hide it from him. But he didn’t call me out on it, just reached up a finger, brushed it down my cheek before turning and leaving me standing there, staring after him. This fucking man. Doing one more check, I followed after him, picking up the brother’s conversation.

             “Look, we’re not gonna save everybody.” Sam said.

             “I know.” Dean responded. He had told me what happened while I was out. Jake had sacrificed himself to safe Lucas. It was what caused Peter to let go when he did.

             “Sam, Dean, Freya.” I heard Andrea call, turning to see her and Lucas walking up to us.

             “Hey.” Dean called back.

             “We’re glad we caught you. We just, um, we made you lunch for the road.” She smiled at us, looking down at Lucas who was carrying a bunch of sandwiches. “Lucas insisted on making the sandwiches himself.”

             “Can I give it to them now?” Lucas spoke, looking up at his mother. I don’t think I’ve ever smiled quite as big as I did at hearing his voice.

             “Of course.” She answered him, leaning down to kiss his head.

             “Come on, Lucas, let’s load this into the car.” Dean waved him over, leading him up to the passenger door.

             “How you holding up?” Sam asked her.

             “It’s just gonna take a long time to sort through everything, you know?” Sighing, Sam answered her.

             “Andrea, I’m sorry.” He started, but she cut him off with a shake of her head.

             “You saved my son. I can’t ask for more than that. Dad loved me. He loved Lucas. No matter what he did, I just have to hold on to that.”

             “All right, if you’re gonna be talking now, this is a very important phrase,” I heard Dean speaking to Lucas, “so I want you to repeat it one more time.” Oh Jesus Christ, what was he teaching him?

             “Zeppelin rules!” Lucas cheered, bringing a smile to my face again.

             “I don’t know, AC/DC might have them beat.” I called out to them. Dean just rolled his eyes at me before speaking up.

             “Don’t listen to her. Just because she’s pretty, doesn’t make her right.” He joked. “One more time, my man.” He encouraged.

             “Zeppelin rules!”

             “That’s right. Up high.” Dean raised his hand, Lucas, grinning ear to ear, high fived him. “You take care of your mom, okay?” He tells him, more serious now.

             “All right.” He responded as his mom walked up to where I was leaning up against the car, turning to me, she leaned up and kissed me. I was shocked at first, not expecting it, but I quickly returned it, bringing my hand up to cup her cheek. I could hear Dean clearing his throat behind us and reluctantly pulled away from her.

             “Sam, move your ass.” He started, coming up behind me, grabbing me by the waist and pushing me to my door. “We’re gonna run out of daylight before we hit the road.”

             “Can’t we stay just a little bit longer?” I asked him, hearing Andrea start laughing behind me.

             “Get in the car, Freya.” He said, bending down to open the door and all but pushing me inside. As we pulled out and onto the road, I turned around in the seat, waving goodbye to both Lucas and Andrea.

             “By the way, Dean.” I started, leaning up and resting my elbows on the seat in front of me. “I never heard you admit that I was right.”

             “What are you talking about?” He asked me, irritation clear in his voice.

             “It WAS a ghost.” I told him, giggling, when he started to scowl.

             “Don’t push your luck, princess.” He replied in a gruff voice, eyes focused on the road. Sam had started laughing with me at this point, shaking his head at his brother.

             “You know, Dean, she did call it.”

             “Oh shut the hell up, you two.”

             “Someone’s grumpy.” I said, patting his cheek only to have him swat at my hand.

             “Probably because you stole his girlfriend.” Sam said before releasing another round of laughs. Grumbling under his breath, Dean leaned forward, turning up the radio and pushing me off the back of the seat, causing me to laugh some more. He was pouting as he drove, and honestly, it was the most adorable thing I had ever seen, but I wasn’t about to tell him that. I caught his eye in the rear view mirror as I got settled, his eyes softening as he looked at me.

             “Get some rest princess.” He called back to me, tossing a blanket back at me.

“And I'm moving on, movin' on from town to town

Movin' on baby hey I'm never touching the ground

Moving on moving on from town to town

Movin' on I can't seem to stop now

Movin' on I never seem to slow down.”

[karugoround]

Nagizuru throws a tantrum (SCP Foundation AU)

A silly thing that @draconicsparkle and I wrote together for fun. Nagizuru but he's an SCP. Please enjoy.

...

It had started out as a typical day. Well, typical for this place. The SCP Foundation’s bases tended to have bizarre occurances on a daily basis.

But still, it could be relatively routine at times. And it had been shaping up to be that kind of day again. The morning and afternoon had been fine, Hajime keeping SCP-4673 company. It wasn’t hard at all. It mostly consisted of him simply being in the same room as the entity. Though there were moments of physical contact. But not enough to be annoying.

But the evening rolled around, and the two shared the consensus of not wanting to make dinner themselves. So they elected to visit the staff cafeteria. They did this on their lazy nights. So there wasn’t too much panic when Nagizuru teleported them into the room.

“Thank you. Now, let’s see what they have. Want me to grab you something while you get a table?” Hajime asked as he stepped away from the white haired man.

The always present smile widened. “That is a suitable delegation of tasks. Very well. Return to my side as swiftly as you can.” Then he disappeared. Hajime turned to get in line, ignoring the startled shouts of some of the staff who clearly hadn’t expected the Apollyon class monster to appear near them. His sudden teleportation caused some overhead light bulbs to explode, slamming into some unfortunate people in line. The shards completely dodged Hajime, who seemed unaffected by the situation. "Keep that thing away from us, will you?" someone in line yelled. Hajime had to hold back the urge to punch the guy.

Putting that temporarily out of his mind, he accepted two plates of tonight’s dinner. Large bowls of fried rice. The scent was mouthwatering and he found himself excited. He hadn’t had this in several years.

So he quickly walked over to the table Nagizuru had chosen. It was a small one near the back, away from everyone else. Not unusual, as the SCP enjoyed having all of the brunette’s attention on him.

He placed the bowls down on the table with the silverware, pulling his seat in and grabbing a fork. “It smells really good. I might even get seconds.”

He scooped up some with his fork and lifted the steaming food to his mouth. But before he was able to take the bite, he noticed the man across from him. His hair was writhing, as if it was alive. And he was glaring at the bowl in front of him. Hajime sighed and put the fork back down. “And what is the matter?”

Nagizuru glanced up at him before returning to stare at the food. “Rice… and peas.”

Hearing the displeased tone, Hajime groaned. “Again with this? Grow up and just eat them. It’s not like you are allergic or anything.”

Nagizuru’s smile was clearly more of a grimace now. “I refuse. You shouldn’t force yourself to eat repulsive food groups such as these. I shall change it for us.”

The SCP reached for the food, fingertips making contact with it. But Hajime grabbed his bowl and pulled it closer to himself. “Get off! This is mine. And I’m gonna enjoy it. Now you eat yours!”

Nagizuru let out a growl, accompanied by the sound of crackling. The pale limbs began to elongate and the entity’s form also started increasing in scale. In addition, the white hair grew longer and longer.

Several members of the foundation screamed or shouted in fear and the sound of tables and chairs being pushed away or falling were audible. Most of the people were terrified of the creature in front of them and they ran out of the room.

But not Hajime. He didn’t even bat an eye, just returning his attention to his food and picking up the fork. “Throwing a tantrum because you don’t want to eat certain things? How mature.” Hajime started eating his food, as if nothing was amiss. “Return to normal. You are surely breaking things,” he said with his mouth full of peas.

“I will not,” the SCP stated in a voice that sounded layered by dozens of others. He rearranged himself so that his body was more comfortable with the increasing size.

But the creature’s sudden growth pushed over the table they had been sitting at, both bowls of the fried rice falling and splattering onto the floor.

The sight of the food on the ground made Hajime’s patience snap. “Fine. I won’t push it anymore.” But before Nagizuru could feel any sort of victory, he turned around and began walking back to the kitchen area. “However, I intend to enjoy this meal. So I shall get another portion and go find somewhere else to eat it. Away from you so I won't have to put up with your whining.”

“What?” the distorted voice asked in a panicked tone.

Hajime raised his eyebrows with a smirk. “Until you behave and fix everything you broke, I won't talk to you. AND you will need to eat the fried rice.”

He felt something clutch onto his midsection, pulling him back towards the sea of white hair. He could barely see a giant red eye peering down at him, looking far more resigned than defiant. “Okay… I’ll fix everything. And I’ll try it. So don’t leave me. Please?”

Rolling his eyes, he nodded. “Deal.” He looked back to see stunned faces staring at them, peeking through the window door. He shrugged and said:

He poked the face hidden under the white hair. “And stubborn. Now go back to how you normally are, okay? Can you do that for me?” He made sure to ask these questions in a soft tone, knowing that Nagizuru was not able to resist requests when he talked like this.

“Alright,” the SCP said, body shrinking back to how he usually appeared. Once fully human-like again, he embraced the brunette. “I’ll do anything for you, Hajime. Even… eat rice and peas.”

Hajime pet the head in a comforting way. “Good. That’s what I like to hear. Now let’s fix this room back up.”

A whooshing sound occured and all the tables, chairs, and spilled food was back in perfect condition. Hajime rewarded this with a hug of his own. “Thank you.” He separated and pointed to the chair. “Now, let’s have a less chaotic meal. No more shenanigans.”

“No more shenanigans". Nagizuru repeated.

Hajime sat down and picked up his fork, the entity copying him seconds after. Before taking his first bite, he looked at Hajime's eyes with his usual smile, now looking amused.

“… for now.”

[machiavellli]

Lip oils recommendations🍒✨

@gufu-vire I’ve always wanted to this, thanks for the opportunity 😌

From the most expensive to the cheapest…

I. Clarins Lip Comfort Oil - 30$

I’ve tried those two shades (Cherry and Pitaya) for months now and those are simply amazing. 1. The color is so pretty and it absolutely doesn’t get into the lines of your lips. 2. Very hydrating, I have crusty dry lips and I can use this on a daily basis without having my lips dry at the end of the day. Also the container doesn’t leak! Lovely soft candy smell too! My only complain is the price…worth it yes, but so expensive. Wide range of shades. 9.5/10

II. Gisou Honey Infused Hydrating Lip Oil - 28$

I would eat those for breakfast. They are so shiny, so tasty and the colors are beautiful. I’ve only tried those two shades, Mango Passion Punch and Watermelon sugar, and oh my if they have a good taste and smell, never had a lip oil smell THIS good. Also, this is so hydrating, really. Your lips are going to be SO SMOOTH (so comfortable), it works just like the most hydrating lip balm you could possibly find. I am so glad they did this tinted version, because I couldn’t bare the smell of the original one (it smells like fried food and even if that hydrating, I couldn’t use it😭). The best lip oil I’ve ever had (I only had those for a week, but I’ve been using them constantly, but in case something goes wrong in the future, I’ll do an update here). Also very expensive, but shut up and take my money for this. And again, SO SHINY OMG. 10/10

III. CLINIQUE Almost Lipstick - 25$

This is not actually a lip oil, like, not totally, because it is still emollient like an oil and also I wanted to talk about it since it was everywhere last year. The color got me obsessed with berry lip tints, it changed my idea of “ideal color” forever. Still, I expected so much better. I have dry lips, as I mentioned before, and this isn’t hydrating enough and for a product of THAT price it isn’t really acceptable. My lips always crack after not even thirty minutes, the trick is to put underneath a basic transparent lip balm and voilà, but you know…in italy I payed even more than in the us for this product and I was disappointed (30€ which is way more that 25$). The black honey from clique was a cultural reset and I shall try one day the liquid form, hopefully that will be more hydrating. Still, the color on the lips is so beautiful yet natural. Not sentenced. 7/10

IV. Pacifica GLOW STICK Lip Oil - 11$

This is what the Clinique one should’ve been. I originally bought this because I was searching for a dupe of the black honey and, oh my, if I striked right (I bought this one before the og). The effect on the lips is the SAME, you can’t tell them apart, the shade is Crimson Crush. Also, this one really does the job, it is hydrating, not as much as other presented here before, but it works well and the price is good! Not sentenced. There are also other very cute shades. Also I think that a stick lip oil is genius. 9/10

V. NYX FAT OIL LIP DRIP - 9$

This one almost feels like a lip gloss from how glossy it is. Also the shades can be either sheer, a slight tint, or also almost a full color. I have the shades Status Update and That’s Chic and I used them a lot this summer. The color doesn’t last too long, but it a lip oil what do you expect, it’s transferable. Not sentenced. Can get in the lines of your lips. Very pretty overall, very good price and also great shade range (I want to try some more of those uhh). Container doesn’t leak! A very solid 8/10

VI. Essence hydra kiss LIP OIL - like 3-4$

Lovely lip oil, the formula is very comfortable and soooooo hydrating. An awkesome every day lippie and colors are very nice. I have no complains except one: the container leaks. I can’t bring it anymore with me because it has become all sticky on the outside, thankfully we had a long run before this, I’m almost out of it anyway (I ate it gnam😀) . Not sentenced. Otherwise, sooo good! 7.99/10 for the container not the product

VII. Essence Cranberry tinted lip oil - also 3-4$

This lip oil is THAT GIRL. Amazing, so surprised the first time I tried and now look at us, at the second empty bottle, hoping to find another one somewhere, since it is hard to find it in store. So hydrating and you get the cutest tint!! Essence never does one wrong when it comes to shiny lips and I love them for that. The container doesn’t leak!! Not sentenced. 10/10!

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