#and I can say someone jokingly attempted to murder me

[lost-and-cursed]

As someone who have been jokingly gaslighted, it's not necessarily disqualifyer

I just saw someone say the words "jokingly gaslight" this might be a good time to reintroduce the internet to the terms "lying" or perhaps "pranking" or even just "joking" on it's own

[todorokies]

megumi reminds me so much of autumn . . . the leaves turning frail and crunchy, the outdoor air carrying a cold breeze that shakes wind chimes, the days fall short whereas the nights stills longer, warm maroon coloured sweaters, vanilla and apple scents follows in bakeries and candle shops . . .

this time of year cast a lovely veil over megumi’s life which temporarily reliefs him of his duties as a sorcerer. he chooses his spare time wisely and doesn’t take it for granted, since you occupy most of his thoughts its only warranted he spends his lazy saturdays with you by his side.

the first saturday of october, you both visit a secondhand book store after grabbing tea at a cozy cafe. megumi buys a agatha christie novel, the murder at the vicarage, you on the other hand buy a r.l stine goosebumps book. he sighs with a soft smile of his face, “typical…” he mutters to himself.

the second saturday of october, you, yuji, and nobara somehow grouped megumi into playing with an ouija board.

after countless attempts of asking questions to the actual thin air, the planchette moves to the ‘yes’ side of the board after you and nobara jokingly asked: ‘does someone haunt the dorm room in the male east wing?’

the room was soon filled with screams of terror . . . needless to say you spent the night in your boyfriend’s dorm cuddled up in his arms.

the third saturday of october consists of going into tokyo for a street festival. traditional snacks, candy apples, cinnamon rolls and the smell of caramel wafts throughout the street. going hand in hand manoeuvring through the large crowd while looking at the cool vendors and displays and occasionally saying, “look 'gumi let's check this one out!”

with the fourth and final saturday of october, you currently reside in the commoner kitchen sitting on top of the counter watching megumi use halloween-themed cookie cutters on pre-made dough. the plan for tonight was to stay in and watch hocus pocus, after some time you break the comfortable silence.

"so... since when do you like halloween?" a small smirk plays on his lips, "who said i didn't?"

“you just don’t seem like the type, you know?” you take a neatly rolled up piece of cookie dough off the baking sheet to prop it in your mouth, “if i didn’t know you well enough, i’d probably think your favourite holiday was something boring like new year’s.”

he snickers at your claim but covers it up with a fake dry cough not wanting to give you that full satisfaction.

he ends up choosing to ignore your comment, “there’s a lot of things to do around the fall time that entertains me. that’s all.” you teasingly wiggle your eyebrows, clearly fascinated by this new discovery.

“did you ever dress up for halloween?”

“gojo used to dress me and tsumiki up all the time when we were little. one year we went as oompa loompas and he dressed as willy wonka.” his eyebrow slightly twitches in annoyance by the faint memory.

you hold in your laughter mainly to protect megumi’s ego and make a mental note to ask gojo for proof with pictures later.

“i’m glad you wanna spend this month with me it seems like it means a lot to you.” you blurt out suddenly while fondly smiling at him as you softly trace over his chuckles with your finger.

his breath gets stuck in his throat and he can practically feel the blush climbing from his neck up to his face. you always seem to do this to him; make him awestruck and flustered like an idiot with a freshly new crush. but in hindsight, he doesn’t think the puppy love phase will ever end, at least not for him, you still make his stomach flip and tumble after many months together.

contrary to popular belief, megumi believes that the month of love doesn’t take place in february, but in the month of october. where the orange, yellow, and red is a far more appealing set of colours than pink and white.

reblogs & feedback is extremely appreciated !! <3 a/n: in honor of it being september

[justastrugglinghotchocolate]

Ya’ll I used to jokingly consider this, but nah, there is enough evidence in the book to suggest:

Henry ruins Dorian out of spite and jealousy towards Basil for moving on from him.

Let’s get right into this. 

I went back into the book because I wanted to review the post I made about Henry and misogyny earlier. Besides the usual annoyance at Henry’s dumb stupid rant, I noticed this line:

“I had buried my romance in a bed of asphodel.”

And then it hit me that Henry’s worst rants about women only come after the topic of marriage, but more specifically, commitment. Which then led to an even more interesting idea: I’m pretty sure Henry mostly uses ‘women’ as cover to complain about Basil and Basil’s ‘lack of commitment to him.’

I want to note that there’s a lot of interesting things in regards to Henry and his relationship with women that I’d love to go into, but this will focus solely on him and Basil.

Here’s what Henry says in his misogynistic ass rant after Sibyl dies. (This is from the 1891 ver):

“But [Sibyl] would have soon found out that you were absolutely indifferent to her. And when a woman finds that out about her husband, she either becomes dreadfully  dowdy, or wears very smart bonnets that some other woman’s husband has to pay for.”

Basil is often considered ‘unfashionable’/‘dowdy’ by Henry’s standards. This is only further proven in what he says about Basil’s disappearance:

“Why should he have been murdered? He was not clever enough to have enemies. Of course, he had a wonderful genius for painting. But a man can paint like Velasquez and yet be as dull as possible. Basil was really rather dull. He only interested me once, and that was when he told me, years ago, that he had a wild adoration for you and that you were the dominant motive of his art.”

But that isn’t all. The last part of that quote matches one to one to Henry’s claim about women (or Sibyl, specifically). Basil was not only ‘dull’, but his only ‘fashionable’ attribute, his art, grew ‘dowdy’ once he discovered Dorian’s indifference to him.

Henry also says this about women:

“Good resolutions are useless attempts to interfere with scientific laws. Their origin is pure vanity. Their result is absolutely nil.”

And later:

“But women never know when the curtain has fallen. They always want a sixth act, and as soon as the interest of the play is entirely over, they propose to continue it. If they were allowed their own way, every comedy would have a tragic ending, and every tragedy would culminate in a farce. They are charmingly artificial, but they have no sense of art.”

Guess who makes resolutions regarding goodness? Basil, who refuses to believe that Dorian is nothing but a good, pure man. 

“[Basil] could not bear the idea of reproaching [Dorian] any more. After all, his indifference was probably merely a mood that would pass away. There was so much in him that was good, so much in him that was noble.”

Basil’s arc traditionally should have ended once Dorian rejects him. Between that chapter and the chapter where Basil dies, there is no mention of Basil in any form. By all means, Basil’s role in the story is over—and then he demands the ‘sixth act’ to confront Dorian.

And finally:

“Besides, nothing makes one so vain as being told that one is a sinner. Conscience makes egotists of us all. Yes; there is really no end to the consolations that women find in modern life. Indeed, I have not mentioned the most important one.”

“What is that, Harry?” said the lad listlessly.

“Oh, the obvious consolation. Taking some one else’s admirer when one loses one’s own.”

Now before I point out the obvious irony of Henry literally 'taking someone else's admirer' (henry actually has a lot in common with his 'criticisms' of women), I want to bring your attention to a key part we don’t discuss enough about in the book.

““Life has always poppies in her hands. Of course, now and then things linger. I once wore nothing but violets all through one season, as a form of artistic mourning for a romance that would not die. Ultimately, however, it did die. I forget what killed it. I think it was her proposing to sacrifice the whole world for me. That is always a dreadful moment. It fills one with the terror of eternity. Well—would you believe it?—a week ago, at Lady Hampshire’s, I found myself seated at dinner next the lady in question, and she insisted on going over the whole thing again, and digging up the past, and raking up the future. I had buried my romance in a bed of asphodel.”

So I’m gonna make an educated guess and say Henry is lying his ass off here. He did not have a ‘romance’ with a woman. He certainly did not get an emotional, romantic attachment with a ‘woman’. I feel comfortable saying this because 1) his general distaste for women literally points to this being bullshit and 2) a significant change that was made from the 1890 version of the book to the 1891 version.

This is the quote in 1890:

“I once wore nothing but violets all through one season, as mourning for a romance that would not die.”

This is 1891:

“I once wore nothing but violets all through one season, as a form of artistic mourning for a romance that would not die.”

Well, well, well, who is the arti—It’s Basil. He’s literally talking about Basil here. AND GUESS WHAT VIOLETS MEAN IN VICTORIAN FLOWER LANGUAGE?

A couple of things actually, but the top three are:

‘Faithfulness, Modesty, and Love.’

Henry emotionally had been faithful to Basil. While I doubt he was monogamous in anyway, Basil held a special place that no else would ever have. Not even Dorian.

And this brings me back to the quote that originally sent me down this rabbit hole:

“I had buried my romance in a bed of asphodel.”

In the 1890 version, it says:

“I had buried my romance in a bed of poppies.”

Poppies are known to mean death and would have fit perfectly if Henry was saying he felt nothing for the relationship, but what does asphodel mean?

‘Love Beyond The Grave’, ‘Remembered Beyond The Tomb’ and sometimes, ‘My regrets follow you to the grave’. 

(NOTE: please keep in mind floriography could mean certain things based on the color and the type of flowers. That being said, considering Wilde described the shit out of every setting he wrote, the lack of detail about the flowers suggest the most broad meaning is meant to be taken.)

Henry isn't over Basil. He couldn't kill the love, so he buried it and took Dorian as a consolation and revenge. He will never be able to get over Basil until Basil or himself dies.

BOY DO I HAVE GOOD NEWS FOR HENRY/s

[yuripoll]

KNOCKOUTS: I Love Amy (2022 - 23)

I Love Amy is a Korean webcomic by Unun (aka Unni) about the local crazygirl roping the local lonergirl into helping her with her crush.

"Is this how it feels to have a friend?" Bibi is obsessed with Peter, the prince of the school. When she spots Amy next to him, she starts to feel jealous. She invites Amy to her house to warn her, but instead takes a liking to the girl. They agree to be friends on the condition that Amy has to help Bibi confess. - MangaUpdates

No official ENG (yet? hopeful expression?) EDIT: thank youu Tappytoon for hearing my plea; KR available at Peanutoon.

CWs under the cut. General severity rating: moderate.

violence <- while the suggestion of violence is there, there's no notable instances of violence i can think of.

yandere-typical romantic pursuit <- bibi's yandereisms never really go too far, beyond possessiveness, following her crush around and implications that she's willing to hurt (even torture...?) people who get in her way. it's mostly jokes. most stalkerish thing she does is install a tracker on amy's phone without asking and breaking into her house. most yandereish thing that happens is brainstorming murder methods after seeing her crush with someone else.

kidnapping <- not really taken seriously. jokingly mentioned that bibi has been kidnapping since she was but a babe, and amy always seems to be getting tied up.

pet death <- rabbit accidentally killed in childhood. cartoony and not graphic at all, but you see its preserved body in a jar fairly frequently. the childhood pet dog also died, and its mentioned that it was dismembered post-mortem (only ever shown via teddy metaphor).

ableism <- people throw around words like 'crazy' and sometimes 'psycho' regarding bibi pretty regularly.

vomiting <- not shown in detail or dwelled on. ch23 & 24 afaik

suicidality <- amy fairly often says shit like "kill me now" when she's in a not-ideal situation throughout the series, but more seriously tends to show severe disregard for her own well-being, and as the series goes on, her self-hatred gets more and more intense.

child abuse <- mother attempts to murder her child via leaving her in a car on a hot day. ableism & trauma-motivated neglect by an uncle who is explicitly informed about bibi's support needs and continues to avoid her. side character and his sister were abused by their father - details of that are vague.

[sunny6677]

Higurashi x Spooky Month AU

Timeline 1/8

TW WEAPONS, INSANITY, ATTEMPTED MURDER??, MURDER, DEATH, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, HORROR, PSYCHOLOGICAL HORROR

Okay. So I will begin with something that will be important later in the story.

Basically, there is this thing that I will only be dubbing The Illness until its actual name is revealed. The Illness is basically a disease that is caused by a lot of things—doubt, fear, paranoia. Anyone can easily catch it if they give in to either of those things. Victims of the disease often hallucinate, and become delusional. And it gets worse and worse with each stage until the end stage, where they usually err.. kinda claw at their own throat until they die?

This is important—trust me. /lh

So the beginning of the story

Kevin wakes up in an ordinary day like any other. He is staying over at Ethan and Strebers house, with none of Strebers other friends being there since they have something they're busy with. He has to get ready for work though, so he does, and heads into the kitchen. Streber, Ethan and Kevin converse when he gets to the kitchen. But before he leaves, Streber gives him a piece of toast. Kevin is grateful for this.

Kevin then later goes to work, and toward the end of his shift, he starts cleaning. But he's then pranked by the hatzgang, because they end up pouring water all over him. He tries to chase them out, but they leave before he can scold them. He tries to head back in, but he slips on the water that poured from the bucket and falls face first onto the ground. He only mutters out of defeat that he hates his job.

Later, Kevin goes back to Ethan and Strebers house. The two manage to soothe him, and they get to their backyard night picnic which they were planning to have with him that night anyway. They of course make sure that he wants to do it, and when he makes it clear that he does, they do it.

They have the picnic in the backyard, but as they converse, Streber mentions a festival/upcoming celebration by the name of Fiesta de las estrellas.

The celebration is pretty simple. It is themed around the stars, and toward the end of the celebration, everyone who attends goes to a certain area and makes a wish and then blows on a dandelion flower. Metaphorically, this is a way of letting their wish be sent to any gods that may be listening to their wishes. And then afterwards, everyone who is attending then proceeds to stargaze in that said area.

Streber seems pretty eager and excited about it, which makes Kevin decide "Hey why not", so he decides that when it comes around, he'll go to the celebration with both him and Ethan. Streber becomes more excited, which causes Ethan to start teasing him a little.

Then, after the picnic, Kevin is ready to go back to his house. But then Kevin catches Streber muttering something to himself in a frustrated manner. Streber explains that he forgot to go look for something he lost near a construction site the other day, and that he can't possibly just go out now to go look for it, even though he was planning on finding it today.

Out of pity, Kevin decides that he can at least try to help him find it before he heads back home. Streber is a little hesitant about this, but he excitedly accepts his help, very grateful.

After telling Ethan about it, Streber drives Kevin over to said construction site. Once they get there, Streber immediately heads in. Kevin decides that he'll let Streber take a look around to see if he can find what he lost. So he sits in a nearby area as he watches Streber search around. But then, he is startled by the arrival of someone. It's Richard, Roy's dad.

Richard and Kevin have a bit of a tense argument/conversation with one another since Kevin doesn't like Richard due to his snobbish attitude. In a small attempt to lighten up the mood at least a little though, he jokingly says that Strebers probably searching for a corpse.

Richard looks at him in a rather tense manner. Kevin tries to say that he was joking, but then Richard suddenly says, "...**you shouldn't joke about it. They still haven't found one of the arms, you know?**". This catches Kevin off guard, obviously.

Before Kevin can even reply though, Streber comes back. Streber seems to be done searching around, saying he can't really find it in the dark and that they might need to come back some other time. Richard decides to leave there, how convenient!

Streber and Kevin decide to drive back so Kevin can get back to his house, but Kevin tries to hesitantly ask if there were any murder cases around the area that he didn't know about since he didn't hear about there being one in a construction site like the one they were in.

Then, Streber suddenly says in a very cold tone as if he is supressing some sort of anger, "I don't know."

Streber then explains that he really doesn't know despite Kevin being a bit anxious due to the sudden shift in tone. But Streber is now speaking in a normal tone, so Kevin just decides not to question it the best he can.

It then skips to when Kevin is back at his house. Ethan and Streber happen to be visiting, and they are all playing a rather fun game of cards together. This goes one for a little bit. But then Streber leaves to go and get something, leaving Ethan and Kevin alone.

Kevin then tries asking Ethan if he knows anything about any murders at a construction site after debating over it internally. To which Ethan replies in a cold tone similar to Strebers earlier, "Of course not." Ethan then adds in a normal tone, "..well, not that I know of. How come you're asking?"

Kevin decides to brush it off, and just changes his mind about asking Ethan after Streber comes back.

The next day, Kevin decides he wants to be a good friend, so he heads back over to the construction site after asking Streber what exactly he lost over text. Streber apparently lost something simple—a vampire doll. Nothing much. So Kevin figures it'll be somewhat easy to tell if he finds it. But he already sees Streber down in the site, and he appears to have already gone looking himself.

Kevin calls out to Streber, and Streber finally notices them. The two have a friendly conversation, and Kevin explains that he had gone to try and search for it, but that they could probably look for it together now. So the two do, at least after Streber thanks him for what he was trying to do.

After searching for a bit, Streber calls out to Kevin, and shows Kevin that he found the doll. But it was stuck beneath a bunch of other heavy things. Kevin weakly tries to get it out, but everything is so heavy to the point where he can't get it out. This goes on for a few minutes, but Kevin just can't do it.

Not wanting to inconvenience Kevin any further, Streber tells Kevin to just rest for a bit there while he went back to his already not far away house to go and get something that'll make it easier to get the doll out. Streber leaves, and Kevin just sits there.

After sitting there, Kevin then notices what looks to be a newspaper. So curiously, he takes it and begins reading off of it. He then discovers to his horror that the newspaper is talking about the apparent murder ag the construction site he's been wanting to hear about. Apparently, some random person was killed and dismembered by four people right at that very site, and they still weren't able to find one of the arms of the said person who died.

Kevin continues to read, but he hears something from behind him. He then sees Streber, who has seemingly come back, carrying a shovel. Kevin screams because of the way Streber has it all raised up seemingly for no apparent reason. Streber is of course shocked, and tries to calm the startled Kevin down. He explains that he was just trying to hand it to him, and this calms down Kevin a little. By now, Kevin has thrown the newspaper off to the side as not to alarm Streber.

So Streber begins searching with the shovel, and after a bit, he manages to get the vampire doll out. Now happy, the two decide that they can finally head back to their homes.

A few scenes later(and after another encounter with Richard), it's time for the night of the festival. Kevin, Ethan and Streber of course begin to head to the area the festival is at. And of course, they have fun. They eat food, they play games, etc. They also run into Richard, but thats not important. A bit of a traditional dance is performed by Ross on the stage(for every year, they get a different person to do it, and for some reason, Ross is doing it this time.), and Ross does a strangely good job.

Then—it's time for the stargazing. The blowing of the dandelions happens, but Streber also explains that there is an ancient God called Eyes that happens to be the originating theme of the festival. Kevin doesn't question this, since he just thinks it's like a cultural thing anyway.

As the stargazing starts though, Kevin has an encounter with Carmen and Richard.

The three have a tense conversation. And halfway through, Carmen and Richard decide to start messing with Kevin a little. They start telling him some of the legends of the celebration. Apparently, on every day of the festival, a person dies and another person goes missing. They explain the reason why the legend exists is because there have been several mysterious deaths on this day for literal years. Kevin is now a little anxious, but Richard and Carmen then leave.

Kevin then heads home after the festival is over, but he is very anxious as anyone would be after being told that.

The usual slice of life type shit then proceeds the next day. Kevin, Ethan and Streber all play a visual novel game together after Kevin is done working. This goes on for like a few minutes, but Kevin then has to go outside for whatever reason. And when he does, he sees John. John for some reason asks if Kevin can talk with him for like a few minutes, and Kevin complies despite his anxiety around the police.

When the two talk, John begins to ask Kevin questions about Richard and Carmen. Kevin is curious, but is also anxious because he doesn't know why he's asking him of all people about them two. Then, John explains why he's asking him in the first place.

Apparently, Richard was found dead with his throat torn open. And Carmen proceeded to go missing as well.

This understandably shocks Kevin—as anyone would be in this situation. But after a bit more conversation, John tells Kevin to keep what he told him strictly confidential. So Kevin does exactly that, and heads back to his two friends.

Kevin spends a little more time with the two of his friends. And after a bit, he goes to leave back to his house. But before Streber leaves, Kevin asks if Streber has been keeping something secret from him. Streber denies it, obviously confused. Kevin, a little frustrated but anxious, tries to softly convince Streber to stop lying to him and just to tell him the truth.

Then—Streber speaks in a cold tone suddenly. And in an emotionless tone, he asks, "Okay then, Kevin. What about you? Have you been keeping anything secret?"

Kevin, now a little bit fearful and puzzled, tries to deny that he's keeping something secret as well. But Streber accuses him of being a liar in a calm but clearly angry manner. Kevin keeps trying to deny that he knows anything, but Streber insists. And when Kevin tries to tell him that he really isn't keeping anything secret, Streber suddenly yells in an angry but almost ear shattering manner, "LIAR!".

Kevin, now shocked, goes silent and just looks at Streber. Streber begins to start ranting about how much of an asshole Kevin has been for keeping secrets, and then revealing that he knew that he was talking with John the entire time. He asks him who the older man was, and why he was talking to him. But Kevin can't give any clear answer.

Streber then walks closer to Kevin, and says, "..see? You have secrets too. And I have secrets of my own too..". And then, he slowly backs up, and suddenly speaks in a normal tone yet again—"Well, I'll be going now. So see ya later, Kev!"

So Streber then proceeds to leave a now fearful Kevin just kind of standing there, wondering what the hell all of that was.

The next day, Streber invites Kevin over to his house, and hesitantly, Kevin accepts it and goes on over to his house. But he then gets a call from a number. He answers hesitantly, and it just happens to be John. Kevin asks him how he got the number, but John is very vague about it and only says that someone gave him it. But he says it isn't important how he got it because he needs to talk to him. Kevin slowly accepts this despite being a little on edge, but John begins to tell him about the curse that Carmen and Richard told him about on the night of the festival. John tells him about the series of murders that have occurred each night on the celebration, and Kevin is kinda just taking it all in.

But then, someone knocks at the door, so Kevin has to hang up temporarily.

Kevin opens the door, and seemingly, it's just Ethan. Ethan comes in and is acting normal—but he then says, "..say, how come Streber was just standing out here? Did you kick him out or something?". Kevin, puzzled, asks what he means. Ethan then says, "..he was just kind of standing there, and then he left. I don't really know. He seemed pretty happy like always though."

Kevin then realizes something.

Streber must have actually been standing out there the entire time as he and John talked to eachother on the phone, and was probably literally listening in the entire time. While this shouldn't creep out Kevin too much, he can't help but be somewhat anxious.

It then cuts to the next day. Streber tries to invite him over again, but Kevin says he can't today, excusing it with "being sick". He isn't actually sick. Streber is just starting to scare him a little.

He heads on over to the clinic, just incase Streber doubts him or something. But then he sees John. John says he wants to talk to Kevin again, so Kevin is like "yeah sure why not bro lmao".

So John talks to him a bit as they stand outside his car. John explains that he has a theory. A GAMMMEEE THEORY—just kidding. But he has a theory because two of Kevin's friends might kinda be involved with some of the deaths during the festival.

For example, he explains that Ethan happened to be last seen with one of the victims, and that Streber also happened to be kind of related to one of the other murder victims as well. Understandably, this freaks Kevin out a little, but he tries not to doubt them the best he can just because of a theory.

Later when Kevin gets home, he is surprised by a short visit from Ethan and Streber. They seem to have brought over some food that'll make him feel better, like soup and tea and all that other shit. They also brought him some meatballs because they're his favorite apparently.

After what seems like a normal conversation, Ethan says he wants to say something to Kevin before they leave.

Then, Ethan speaks in a cold tone, sounding very different. "What did you eat today?"

Kevin becomes a little anxious. Streber begins to speak in the same exact tone, and the two literally interrogate him. Then eventually, Streber is like "..uh, you okay, Kev?". Ethan teases Kevin a little, and then decides that they should leave now. The two of them are now speaking in a more normal tone.

Ethan then proceeds to try and shut the door, but then, he briefly peers through it with a stern gaze. Speaking in a cold tone, he says, "I'd hate it if we'd have to delay the hangout again, Kevin."

Then, Ethan proceeds to actually close the door, leaving Kevin in shock.

Anyway, Kevin then tries to eat the food they brought for him. It's very good surprisingly. But as he's eating one of the meatballs, he feels something inside. He takes it out, and discovers A FUCKING RAZOR BLADE IN IT HOLY SHIT.

Kevin immediately starts to freak out, and out of his own fear, he literally starts destroying the rest of the food. Afterwards, he rushes up to his bed, and begins to have a panic attack while trying to sleep.

He then cries himself to sleep.

The next day, he wakes up, and is hesitant to go visit them. But he's afraid of what will happen if he doesn't, so he holds it all in, and proceeds to try and hang out with them anyway. He's scared shitless around Streber and Ethan now, obviously. And is trying to act as if nothing ever happened.

But halfway through, he realizes that if they really will try and do shit to him, he has to prepare to defend himself at least. He knows damn well he needs proof of them being murderous assholes though, so he tries to keep note of trying to find the razor blade he probably destroyed when he gets home.

He then tries to find it once he gets back home, but he can't find it anywhere. So he panics. He literally can't prove that they're trying to kill him if he can't find any evidence, so he's in a bit of a bad place right now.

He then tries to head to bed, but hardly does.

The next day, he tries to go shopping to take his mind off of things. But as he's crossing a road, he nearly gets ran over by a van. He doesn't, obviously. But he notices the driver clicking his tongue and then driving off.

The driver was trying to kill him on purpose.

For whatever reason, people are trying to kill him on purpose.

Paranoid for the rest of the day, he tries to find something to defend himself with. In the end, he can only find a random bat, and decides that it might have to do for now. He then begins to try practicing his swing, but guess what.

Ethan and Streber show up. They act normal, Ethan teasing him and Streber asking him what he's doing. Kevin tries to excuse it with "..uhhh.. I just like baseball lately, so I'm trying to learn how to swing.". Somehow, they seem to buy this, but there's no telling. They leave him be. And with every fearful thoughts, Kevin swings more violently.

Later, Ethan and Streber try to ask if he can hang out again, but Kevin denies it. Streber tries to get him to stay, but Kevin refuses and leaves.

Kevin decides to try and walk home since it's not that far anyway, but he feels a presence behind him. In fact, he hears someone walking. He keeps looking behind himself, stopping in his tracks. But he can't find anyone. He knows they're hiding somewhere, so he stays quiet. He then hears rustling in a nearby bush, and then, he rushes over there and pulls whoever it is out by their arm.

Seemingly, it's just Streber.

Kevin, now anxious, begins to yell at Streber. Streber nervously tries to defend himself, saying he was just walking in the same direction because he had to go somewhere. But Kevin doesn't buy this, and continues screaming while literally pointing the bat at him. He then tells him to walk ahead, and Streber nervously gives in after Kevin keeps screaming at him. Streber takes a few steps foward, but then turns around.

Streber then asks, "Why are you acting the same?!"

Kevin is puzzled, and is like "..what do you mean bro". Streber then drops the bomb. "WHY ARE YOU ACTING THE SAME AS RADFORD?! AND WHY ARE YOU CARRYING THE SAME BAT?!"

Kevin freezes. In this au, Radford vanished mysteriously like a hear ago. And a few days before he vanished, he began practicing baseball despite not even being interested in it. Kevin barely knew Radford when he was around, and he also then realizes the bat is in fact Radfords upon seeing his name scribbled on the bottom of it. Streber then starts listing how Radford behaved in his last days of being around, but then hesitates when he says "AND THEN ONE DAY, HE SUDDENLY..!"

Kevin, anxious, literally yells at Streber to tell him what happened next, figuring it would happen to him too.

He then grabs Streber by the shoulder to get him to answer. But the. Streber speaks in a cold manner, now having a menacing look on his face. "..he moved."

Kevin obviously knows this is bullshit, since Radford randomly vanished, he didn't move. But he's so in shock from the mood change that he can't speak. Streber then says, "..I won't let you do it, Kevin. I won't let you move away."

Kevin then drops to his knees, and after a bit, he scrambles to his feet and runs away to his house. But Streber just stands there, smiling.

Kevin makes it back to his house, now out of breath. But he's so paranoid that he's now hearing things. Kevin violently swings at everything he hears, and eventually, he passes out in his own house from sheer exhaustion.

A few hours later, Kevin wakes up. Because he ends up hearing his phone buzzing. He slowly answers it, and it appears to just be John again. The two talk for a little bit about Kevin, and Kevin anxiously tells John he couldn't find the razor blade unfortunately. After a bit more talking, someone knocks at the door.

Kevin wants so badly to keep calling John while talking to whoever it may be, but he doesn't want whoever it is to do anything more. So he temporarily hangs up. He then answers the door.

And guess who it is—FUCKING STREBER but he appears to be holding a box of pizza this time for some reason. Luckily, Kevin put a lock on the door earlier, so Streber can't force himself in. Even if he wanted to. The door is half open, but the two are both separated by the lock.

Kevin begins to anxiously talk to Streber. Streber casually explains in a friendly but equally nervous manner that he brought him some pizza since he wanted to do something nice for him. Kevin tries to tell Streber that he's already made dinner to make him go away. But Streber doesn't buy this, and the same cold tone returns once more.

Streber asks Kevin why he's lying. And when Kevin tries to deny it, Streber loudly yells "LIAR!". Streber then calmly proceeds to confess that he's basically been stalking him by reciting that a few days ago, Kevin had bought ramen at the store, and that he had been following him the whole time. Streber tells the now frightened Kevin ramen won't fill his stomach, so he then begins to pull on the lock, telling Kevin over and over again to let him in.

Kevin, out of his own fear, proceeds to scream and violently shuts the door. But the thing is—Strebers fingers are literally caught in the door. Kevin is too scared to really think logically though, so he keeps it shut, ignoring Strebers cries of pain. And eventually, Streber manages to get his fingers out of the door.

Kevin hears Strebers muffled cries of agony from outside the door, but he ignores it, and runs upstairs. He's intent on telling John what happened, so he goes to his bedroom and blocks the door with a nearby heavy object just incase Streber might somehow break in.

As Kevin calls John and frantically begs him to help him, he sees something outside the window.

It's Streber, just standing out there right outside his window. Over and over again, he is mouthing the words, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Kevin begins repeating those words once he realizes what he's saying, leaving John confused and concerned.

The next day, Kevin heads out for like a few minutes, but only to practice swinging his bat again.

But then, Ethan drops by. Ethan tries to do casual conversation, but it's clear he needs something, so Kevin asks him what he needs. Ethan then sternly tells Kevin to stop swinging the bat. Kevin asks why, but Ethan gives no direct answer. Kevin begins to finally let his anger and fear out, and proceeds to literally cry while finally confronting Ethan. Ethan appears confused, and even a little startled. Kevin doesn't even let Ethan speak though, and ends the conversation abruptly and then tries to go back to his house.

As he does though, he hears Ethan muttering something under his breath. He hears Ethan muttering over and over that he's going to literally kill John. This understandably scares Kevin and he heads back in.

The next day, Kevin is hesitant about heading out, but decides to because he needs more food anyway. So he hesitantly goes shopping, but carries his baseball bat around just incase. As he leaves though, he feels that someone is following him. Out of fear, he goes to hide behind the nearest tree. And then, he sees who it is.

It's Streber, carrying a shovel for no apparent reason. But Kevin can only assume it isn't a good reason. Streber has a cold and ominous sadistic expression, and is literally calling out to Kevin like a serial killer.

And then, somehow, Streber finds Kevin. Kevin, frightened, asks him what he's doing. Streber calmly answers he's doing the same thing as he is—he's going back to his house. Kevin asks what the shovel is for, and Streber then asks what the bat is for. Kevin answers nervously that he's practicing his swing, and Streber calmly answers, "Then I lost something again near the construction site, and I have to dig it up."

With no questions asked, Kevin begins to run, and Streber starts laughing manically in a soft manner. Streber begins to slowly follow after Kevin as he runs away, and is somehow managing to be right behind him no matter where he is.

Kevin asks him why he's following him in a frantic manner. Streber answers, "Its because I'm walking home too, Kev. What else would it be?~". Kevin keeps running as Streber maniacally laughs from behind him, and he kinda has no choice but to go run on an alternative path. But Streber still follows him.

Kevin asks him why he's still following him. And Streber calmly says, "Because I need to talk to you, Kev~"

Kevin keeps yelling for him to stop following him. And after a bit of back and forth, Streber yells angrily, "NO!" and then proceeds to manically laugh while still following him.

Kevin runs still, going down an alternative path as well. Streber taunts him, saying, "Cmon.. there's something you wanna talk about, isn't there?~". Kevin says no, and Streber yells back angrily, "LIAR!" and then laughs maniacally once more.

As Kevin continues to run away, Streber begins to speak in a somewhat calm but clearly frantic manner as he smiles. "Radford was so worried too.. before he moved away. But I didn't listen. I didn't do anything.. but this time I'll listen. This time I'll listen! You won't move away like he did.. you won't! Thats right.. you wont, you wont, you wont..."

Kevin then runs onto a farther path. And Streber continues speaking in a manic state, "I won't let anyone who's worried move away.. not again. Not again, not again, nOT AGAIN! NOT AGAIN!" He practically screams this too like holy shit—how is no one hearing him? /lh

Streber then starts taunting Kevin, saying, "C'mon~.. c'mon.. let's just hang out, okay? Talk to me. Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me.. come help me dig out what I lost, okay? Then nothing will happen. Nothing.. NOTHING! Nothing will happen at all.."

Kevin then eventually becomes so exhausted to the point where he falls to the ground. Streber catches up with him, and smiles. He swings his shovel upwards, and looks down at Kevin. Kevin then asks in a frantic way if he was behind the vanishing of Radford, or if it was Ethan, or someone else.

Streber appears confused, and then says, "..Ohhhh, I don't think you understand. Let me make it simple, okay? It's the curse of the stars..".

Kevin, now even more frightened, listens as Streber begins to manically rant about the curse, and how he spoke to Eyes. And how he knows what Eyes wants. Streber then says in a menacing way, "I'm the only one who can help you, Kev~" while getting closer and closer.

Kevin, in a sudden act of fear, springs to his feet finally and shoves Streber away as he then darts into the distance. He listens as Streber laughs manically. He runs near the construction site, and then, being out of breath and completely exhausted—he collapses.

He then wakes up, but he isn't there still. He's in Strebers house now, with Streber looking at him as he lays down. Streber seems to be acting normal again though, and literally asks in a worried manner, "What the hell were you doing?!". Kevin is puzzled, for Streber should have remembered what happened. Streber frantically asks if he's okay, like he doesn't even remember what happened.

Ethan then comes in after Streber and Kevin converse, and Ethan is like "Geez.. you look riled up. What happened?". Streber tells Ethan that Kevin was running away frantically and then collapsed. Kevin tries to say what Streber did, but Ethan interrupts him.

After a bit, Streber and Ethan speak ominously about "The Doctor" and how she should be "arriving soon". Kevin asks what that means, but they just start laughing manically.

Then, like a switch, their cold sides are back. Streber suddenly grabs Kevin by the arms, and doesn't let him go. Ethan then pulls out a needle, and smiles. Ominously, he says, "Dont worry.. this'll all be over soon. It'll be just like with Richard, okay?". Ethan then proceeds to try and inject him, but then everything goes black.

The next thing Kevin knows, he's in the corner of his room and the light is out. But in the dark, he can see Ethans bloody corpse laying beside the window, and Strebers corpse laying on the carpet.

Frantically, Kevin panics. He realizes that he must have killed them, seeing that there is a bloody bat nearby. He then begins to write frantically on a note, confessing to what he did. And then afterwards, he escapes out of a window.

An hour later, John receives a call from Kevin, who sounds as if he's choking, and who also sounds panicked. John asks what's happening, and if he's okay, but the situation sounds so dangerous to the point where he tries to see if he can send officers to wherever he is.

Kevin says it's too late, saying that Eyes has finally gotten to him. And then, John hears Kevin choking on the other end of the phone, and hears him screaming in pain.

A few hours later, they find Kevin, with his throat clawed out, and him laying on a random path in the middle of nowhere.

And that is the end of this part of the story.

[rainbowjay20]

After The Wizard

available on Tubi

Great. With better writing and acting, it would have been Oscar worthy. Nothing personal against the actors or writers. It just wasn't the best that it could've been.

I found it at a great time personally for me. I had just watched Return to Oz. I then felt compelled to continue on to both Tin Man and Emerald City. I am a bit of an Ozophile.(The Wizard not the Country, although I have nothing against UK South.*she says jokingly.)

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I had been wondering if, other than reference at the beginning of Return To Oz, anyone had done a Wizard of Oz movie that discussed the psychological ramifications of Dorothy's incident. I am referring of course to what happens after the original movie/book.(Yes, nerds don't yell. I'm aware the 1939 movie is a general fanfiction of the books.)

When Dorothy comes home in the novels, it isn't a dream. In the movie(WOO 1939) it is treated as such but that can be even more psychologically damaging than agreeing she went to a make believe land where animals talked and magic existed. There really isn't a good solution to this conundrum of what to do with Dorothy.

In the books, Dorothy is almost sent to an asylum. Her aunt is the only one who believes her. Not to mention Dorothy would have one hell of a case of PTSD. She is only 10 or 11 years old, not the full 16 years that Judy Gardland had under her belt. (Rumors abound the Studio heads wanted Shirley Temple. Better Age but not the right fit.) Can you imagine the psychological trauma of a child that age(even at 16!) having been accused of murder, then fleeing only to murder someone else?(Yeah, okay, she kills the Nome King too. After she kills the Wicked Witch by Melting.) She is also facing the ordeal of making an overland journey across a strange land, accompanied by people you've only just met. All of this while fleeing because someone is trying to kill you, and you don't feel you did anything to deserve it! I know adults that would be in therapy for years if that happened to them, but this was a young, vulnerable, nieve child?

In Return to Oz, we see a small window into this. They had been sending Dorothy to get EST, electroshock therapy. This is prevented by a girl who is later revealed to be Ozma. It is never addressed fully in RTO if Oz is a dream or a real place.

Tin Man and Emerald City although the both start with a trip from "our"(for lack of a better word) world. But both miniseries play out solely as Oz as a real world. Both worth watching if you can.

An also add, if you can find it, it was recorded on PBS, I think. The Dreamer Of Oz with John Ritter. It's not about the Oz story but about the life of Fraunk L. Baum.

In this movie however, we see a slightly different take. Dorothy is in an orphange, Aunt Em and Uncle Henry dead. Or so it seems. The Scarecrow and Tin Woodsman are looking for her to help Oz which is suffering some undisclosed problems.

Usually, I can get a feel for the "dream cast" that the producers were attempting. I didn't have a sense of that. It seemed like it was just bad producing and casting.

As far as the acting, you work with what you have. The actor can't make a bad line good. It was stilted and uncomfortable. The best way to describe it was that they looked like they were acting.

One obstacle worth noting, the costumes. The choice was made to use practical costumes instead of digital, I assume for money constraints. The Tin Woodsman(I assume a copyright was involved there? They never called him the Tinman, always the Tin Woodsman) I don't need to describe them. I found a photo. It was just crappy. They all were.

However, given all the obstacles it was still a great movie. I can think of spots it would have been better with some tweeks. It was worth watching as a different take on the same story.

I have a soft spot in my heart for Oz stories. I own the limited edition 3 disk DVD of the 1939 Oz.

My next look out is Dorthy and the Witches of Oz if I can find it.

After I finish my current DVD pile and a Tubi movie that looked interesting. It's called Walt before D*sney. I just started it and it's so sugar coated I'm gonna need two insulin shots! I read The Disney Story. They missed a hell of a lot.

[gayboy-convention]

2, 7, 14 for Codor. 6, 13, 21 for Luci. 9, 24, 27 for Ingram

OH BOY LONG ONE!!! OKAY LET'S GO

Codor

2. Can they take care of a plant? What about a pet? What about a child?

Codor is actually pretty good at taking care of animals and plants, and would be a good babysitter! I actually have a chapter planned about Codor, Luci, and Ingram attempting to nurse a sick rabbit back to health :3 heheh

7. Describe them in three words. Now let them describe themself in three words.

Me: Stubborn, empathetic, determined

Him: Weak, stupid, worthless

14. Would they agree with the term ‘guilty pleasure’? Do they have any?

Codor definitely thinks guilty pleasures are a real thing, but he claims to have none... in reality, he gets embarrassed when people catch him enjoying something other than pranks, especially if it's someone showing affection for him or vice versa, so in a way that could be considered one of his guilty pleasures.

Luci

6. Who will they take advice from, no matter what it is? Who won’t they take advice from, no matter what it is?

They don't really like taking advice, but when they do 99% of the time it's from Codor. Which is ironic, because Codor will jokingly give Luci bad advice and Luci takes it seriously and says they'll never take it. When Codor isn't joking and is actually being sincere, he can give really good advice to Luci which is part of why they're grateful for him.

13. Name one thing their parents taught them.

Luci's parents taught them that no one's worth is tied to how much they put into the world. Unfortunately for Luci, that applies to everyone but them.

21. What would it take for them to break up with someone? What would be the last straw?

Kind of hard to say, mostly because Luci can be loyal to a flaw even if they dislike someone since they wanna fix everyone. But probably something like extreme abuse or murder. Actually, scratch the murder thing because they found out Ingram ate someone alive and still decided to date him.

Ingram

9. Do they empathize with non-sentient things (dolls, plants, books…)?

Ingram empathizes with pretty much nothing, but Luci definitely empathizes with objects which confuses Ingram. Sometimes Ingram will throw something away and Luci will take it back to their place because they feel bad for it. Ingram was definitely the kid who performed surgery on his toys for shits and giggles.

24. Honesty or charity?

Charity, because to him charity doesn't always mean that you have to have a relationship with someone. and if you have a relationship, you should be honest, which he can't trust that he will be.

27. Forgiveness or vengeance (or…)?

Ingram learned that his daughter figure's bio dad was abusive so he said "anyone gonna kill that guy" and didn't wait for an answer. definitely vengeful.

[olddirtybadfic]

The Sad Saga of James Morgan and Company: The First of the Ill-Fated OCs

I made practically a whole boy band of original characters for James to fall in love with. They will, of course, all end up in Jessiebelle's fridge as angst fodder. I'd jokingly say, "Original Character: do not steal," but there's barely anything there to steal.

This fic contains: Colorful language; general angst; possible out-of-character moments for Jessie, James, and Meowth; definite out-of-character moments for Ash (he's kind of ableist holy crap); violence; convoluted occult lore; blood; underdeveloped original character; murderous, occult-powered Jessiebelle; attempted murder/human sacrifice; Meowth gets weirdly descriptive about death; character (Pokémon) death and resurrection; ellipses abuse; Jesus Hades Christ eleven!me tortured James a lot in fic (you always hurt the ones you love i guess)

-O-o-O-o-O-

*Imagine Team Rocket is just walking, minding their own business, until Jessiebelle kidnaps James again. Jessie and Meowth follow her.

Jessiebelle: You stupid, stupid little strumpet. Why do you even try to run from me? You know resistance is futile. You can't run and you can't hide. James: If I can't hide, how come it takes you so long to find me? Jessiebelle: Well, you can hide, but not for long.

*Jessiebelle sprays a potion on James. He falls to the ground, writhing in pain.

James: What is that stuff? Jessiebelle: It's a special potion for disobedient witches.

*James faints. Jessie and Meowth jump in the window.

Jessiebelle: Why must you break my windows? In fact, why must you ruin my plans of sacrificing your friend? Jessie: Unlike you, we don't want to control him.

*Jessiebelle's guard, a boy with green hair and green eyes, walks in.

Guard: Did you kill him?! Jessiebelle: No, but I'm going to. Guard: (looks at James) Don't kill him. Jessiebelle: And why shouldn't I kill him? He's evil, you know. Guard: He's not evil. In fact, I don't think he could be a bad guy.

*While Jessiebelle and her guard are arguing, Jessie and Meowth take James out of there.

Meowth: Wake up, James!

*Meowth starts gently patting James's cheek. James wakes up.

James: What happened? Meowth: You were poisoned by that crazy bitch Jessiebelle. James: It wouldn't be the first time. (winces)

*James takes out a vial of reddish-brown liquid. He turns pale while drinking it and clearly is not enjoying it.

Meowth: What is that stuff? James: (coughs) It's Jigglypuff blood, not taken violently. It's supposed to be an antidote. (doubles over, tries not to vomit)

Meowth: Feel any better? James: Not right away.

*Later that day, James's powers are going insane, which seems to drive him crazy.

James: (softly) I hate her. Meowth: What? James: (louder) I hate her. Jessie: What's the matter? James: I hate her! I hate her! I HATE HER! Meowth: Calm down. Who do you hate? James: I hate that crazy bitch! Jessie: You mean Jessiebelle. James: Yes.

*No one speaks until the next day because of that violent outburst James had. Ash comes across Team Rocket.

Ash: It's Team Rocket! What trick do you have up your sleeves now? Jessie: Just piss off, twerp.

*James is standing with his head down. All he can think about is how he hates Jessiebelle.

James: I hate her. Meowth: Uh-oh. Jessie: Not this shit again. Ash: What?! James: I hate her. Ash: What the hell are you talking about?! James: (screaming) I hate that crazy bitch Jessiebelle! Ash: (backing away) Are you sure you're not the crazy bitch? James: How do you think you'd act if someone wanted to sacrifice you?! Ash: Okay, call the guys in white coats. James: (hisses) I don't need them. I'm not a crazy bitch, I'm a sane witch! Ash: Right now, you sound like a cat. Meowth: Hey! I resemble that remark! Ash: Whatever drugs you're on, I'm gonna just say no. James: I am not on drugs! You're full of shit, you little twerpy bastard! Shut the hell up! Ash: (dubiously) Right.

*Jessie pulls James back and dumps a vial of green potion on his head. James blinks, then seems to snap out of a trance.

James: What was I saying? Ash: That you're not a crackhead? Meowth: Let's just get outta here.

*Jessie and Meowth lead James away to find a place to camp. When they find a good spot, Meowth makes James lie down.

Meowth: After that outburst, you should probably rest. James: What did I do and why don't I remember anything? Meowth: Let's just say you got a little bit mad.

*James sighs. This was clearly the work of Jessiebelle's dark magic.

-O-o-O-

*Imagine Jessiebelle traps Jessie, James, and Meowth in a cage. She decides to leave them there for a while.

*They're clawing and trying to batter their way out. Jessiebelle ignores them.

Jessie: This isn't working. We're going to have to try and get the keys. James: I don't think we'll ever get out. She wants to leave us in here until we beg to die. Meowth: I think all our skin will rot away and our organs will dry up and our blood will evaporate before we beg for death. I'd rather have my brain disintegrate than beg to die.

*They're in different cages. Jessie is in one cage while James and Meowth are in a second cage.

Meowth: I'm not going to beg to die. James: Neither will I. Jessie: I definitely won't.

*Jessiebelle comes back in.

Meowth: Ya hear that? You're not gonna win this! Jessiebelle: Shut up, hell cat! (kicks Meowth, knocking him out) Don't tell me what I will and won't do. Damn you! James: (crawls over to Meowth) What have you done to him?! (holds Meowth)

*Jessiebelle leaves. James tries to nurse Meowth back to health magically. Jessiebelle comes back in and sees James holding Meowth with tears streaming down his cheeks.

James: You killed him. Jessiebelle: No, I didn't.

*James's eyes start glowing ominously. He's got a dark look on his face. But for a second, he looks hurt.

Jessiebelle: I wouldn't do that if I were you. This cage is witchcraft-proof. (to her guard) Tylas, watch these three. See that they don't escape. And keep a very watchful eye on that boy. (walks away)

*Tylas watches them. James is still crying silently.

Tylas: Why are you crying? James: Meowth is going to die. I hate Jessiebelle. Tylas: To tell you the truth, I don't really like her either.

*James and Tylas look in each other's eyes.

Tylas: What's wrong? James: (seems to snap out of a trance) Nothing. (sighs sadly) Maybe she didn't kill him. If you kill a Pokémon out of spite, you get cursed.

*James puts his ear to Meowth's heart. His eyes glaze over. His face gets really pale. He cries out.

Tylas: What's wrong? James: (sobbing) She killed him. Jessie: She killed Meowth?! James: Yes. (sobs) Jessiebelle: What's all this noise about? James: You know damn well what it's about. Jessiebelle: True, but I want to see if I'm right. James: You killed Meowth. Jessiebelle: I was right. (walks out again) Jessie: James, couldn't you use that life potion on Meowth? James: I didn't think of that.

*James sprays the life potion on Meowth. They don't even need to do the whole routine with the sacrifices this time. Meowth comes back to life.

Meowth: I'm alive again. James: I'm so glad you're alive. Jessie: So am I. Tylas: I'm glad, too.

*They manage to escape.

Jessiebelle: How could you let them escape?! Tylas: I don't know. I was hiding the key. Jessiebelle: There's always tomorrow.

*Meanwhile, Jessie, James, and Meowth are in the forest, looking for a place to camp out.

Jessie: I think it was really strange that Tylas was glad Meowth was alive. James: He said he didn't like Jessiebelle that much. Meowth: It was nice of him to help us escape. Jessie: Definitely. Don't you think so, James?

*James doesn't answer. He's staring into space.

Meowth: Hello? Anybody home?

*Jessie waves her hand in James's face.

James: What? What were we talking about? Jessie: We were talking about how it was nice of Tylas to help us escape. James: Oh, yeah. Him. (sighs) Meowth: Why do you keep daydreaming when we talk about him? (figures it out) Hey, I know why! James: What? Jessie: I think you're in love with Tylas. James: (blushes) I'm not. I just….like him a lot. Meowth: That's love.

*James thinks about this for a while.

James: Okay. So Maybe I'm in love with Tylas. Meowth: Then I'll go tell him. James: Wait! Come back here!

*James chases after Meowth. They eventually find a place to camp out.

-O-o-O-o-O-

Moral of the story: If you kill a Pokémon out of spite, you get cursed. This story must be a Poké serial killer, then.

[imagine-darksiders]

Y/N convinces the Horsemen to join them to hang out with one of their best friends, Y/N and said friend are jokingly insulting each other and friend joking responds to an insult with "I'm gonna kill you" and the Horseman thinks they mean it literally.

I have got scenarios for Strife, but I'm really sorry, I lost motivation for his. It just wasn't feeling right, but I hope the other three Horsemen make up for it :)

War:

“If you take that last slice of pizza, I'm going to kill you,” is perhaps not the most intelligent thing for your dear friend, John, to say within ear-shot of your equally dear friend, War.

Your mouth opens to laugh as you lean away from the pizza box and raise your hands in surrender, acquiescing easily. Far be it from you to risk having your fingers bitten off by your ravenous friend. But just as John's fingertips dip into the box to seek out his prize, he's suddenly torn from his seat on the sofa with a startled yelp and hoisted over the back of it, his legs paddling uselessly at several feet of empty air.

“The HELL!?” he bleats as you frantically leap from your own seat and whirl around to find War standing rigidly behind you, his metal gauntlet fisted into the back of John's collar.

With an indignant squawk of, “War!” you dart around the sofa and snag a handful of the Horseman's blood-red cloak, heaving back on it with all your strength whilst he only draws a hapless John closer to his hood, snarling at your fellow human with sharpened canines and a ferocious scowl that knits his brows together.

“What is the meaning of this slight!?” War bellows, giving John a rough jostle, “You dare to threaten an ally of mine?”

The man in his immoveable grasp wheezes, digging his fingers beneath his top button in an attempt to keep it from pressing so ardently into his throat. “Wh-at're you... talking about!?” he rasps, beyond bewildered - a feeling you concur with wholeheartedly.

“War – dammit, War!” Giving up on the cloak, you instead throw your arms around the immense Horseman's elbow and give his appendage an almighty wrench, but even throwing your weight back doesn't budge him an inch. “Put him down!”

Stiffly, War's head creaks around to peer at you from the corner of one, ice-blue eye. Peeling his lips back, he seethes, “I will not stand idly by while a threat is made against my charge.”

You're under no illusions. Historically, if War perceives a threat, he'll pursue it with dogged ambition until he's close enough to put his broadsword straight through its chest. John is in grave danger right now, and although the Horseman might have something of a soft spot for you, you're by no means influential enough to keep him restrained if he wants to run someone through with Chaoseater.

All you can do is try to reason with him.

“Y/n-!” John manages to squeak out, but he's silenced by a sudden, vicious shake.

Thinking fast, you duck beneath War's outstretched arm to stand in front of him, drawing yourself up as high as you can and reaching out a hand, placing a warm palm against the Horseman's chiselled jaw.

The move is so foreign, so unexpected, that War's glare bursts open to a look of shock and he swivels his eyes down to the tiny fingertips resting near the hollow of his cheek.

Something small and tentative ignites in the Horseman's chest, so different from the sparks of rage circling his heart. Outwardly, he rushes to drop his glower back into place, levelling a murderous glare at the human dangling from his grasp, but once again, you try to soothe his ire with your voice, murmuring softly, “War, it's okay. It was just a joke. Just a bad joke, like the ones Strife sometimes makes, yeah?”

“Strife would never threaten to kill you,” the Horseman points out darkly, never once taking his eyes off John.

“Think about it,” you plead, “Do you really believe John would actually threaten me while you're in the room?”

War blinks, and miraculously, the metal fingers around John's collar loosen ever so slightly. 'No,' the Nephilim supposes, 'No, probably not.'

The human, John, may be an imbecile, but he hasn't lost his mind... Not yet.

With little more than a dismissive grunt, War finally pries his hand apart and allows John to drop like a stone.

Needless to say, your friend isn't too keen on sticking around to risk incurring the wrath of War again, so he beats a hasty retreat through your door, tossing a quick, “Text me when he's gone!” by way of a few parting words.

Death:

You suppose you should be grateful that Death is the most shrewd of the Horsemen. He, at least, has learned that not everything humans say to one another needs to be taken so literally. However, when it comes to matters concerning your well-being, he's never been one to take any chances.

Your friend is sitting on your left, Death to your right, in a worn, old armchair he's long since staked a claim over.

“Y/n, give me the remote.”

“I am not watching another hour of Strictly,” you laugh, playfully holding the television remote far away from your friend's grasping hands, “I just can't do it!”

They make a calculated lunge, succeeding in grabbing your wrist and grinning wickedly as they shout, “Give it back!”

“No way!”

“Give it back, or I swear to god, I'm gonna kill you!”

No sooner have the words left your friend's mouth than the temperature in the living room plummets.

Immediately, the pair of you know that something is wrong. It's a dead giveaway when your breath suddenly starts billowing out in large, white puffs of air. A single creak of old springs is all that alerts you to the looming threat, one far greater to your friend than it is to you. Meeting their eye, you shoot them a pointed look and hope they catch the meaning behind your furrowed brow and wide, worried eyes. 'No sudden movements.'

Slowly, cautiously, you turn your head towards the Nephilim, hardly surprised to find that he's gone from sitting to standing with barely a sound to warn you. That dread-inducing bone mask stares hard at your friend, who snatches their hand from your wrist and cowers backwards against the sofa cushions, likely wondering what had gone wrong. You promised them they were in no danger from your ethereal friend.

You, on the other hand, know exactly what's provoked him, and as grateful as you are to have Death himself in your corner, there are a few instances where you wish he'd tone down his overbearing tendencies. 'Eldest sibling syndrome,' Strife had called it, 'He's a son of a bitch, but he's a protective son of a bitch.'

“Death...” you utter warily, shifting forwards to better cover your friend from the Horseman's piercing glare, “It was just a joke. This is my friend, they'd never hurt me.”

Spluttering, they whip their eyes dart frantically between you and the Horseman. “That's what he thinks I-...” Aghast, they lean around you to meet Death's stare, incessant apologies already babbling from their lips. “- I am so sorry, I didn't mean-! I wasn't being serious!? It was just a joke-”

“- Oh?” the Nephilim cuts in with a cool air of indifference that fools nobody, “Odd. I was under the impression that jokes are intended to be funny.”

“This coming from you,” you deadpan whilst your friend stares at you like you've lost your mind.

You haven't. You don't think you have anyway, though it may certainly seem that way, talking back to a being so powerful that he can alter physics with just a slight change in his mood. But Death revoked his status as the Universe's Scariest Bastard when he announced himself as your guardian.

“Stop trying to be intimidating,” you hiss at him, earning a flat look in response. Right... He's not the type of Horseman who has to try at intimidation. Instead, you roll your eyes at him and say, “Look, just sit down, please? You know it was a joke. I know it was a joke. I'm in no danger here.”

Death's poisonous glare continues eating into your friend's ducked head, but at last, the ancient Nephilim gives a grunt, settling back down into his seat and curling his long, sinewy fingers over the arms like a gargoyle perched watchfully on top of a spire.

At the Horseman's apparent withdrawal, your friend relaxes a little, slumping down into the cushions with a soft sigh. You however, have been around Death for far too long to be fooled by his nonchalant slouch and heavy-lidded gaze.

He may have sat back down, but the Horseman is far from appeased. You can still see little wisps of breath escape through your lips. Heaving a long-suffering sigh, you ease yourself back into your own seat on the sofa, keeping a wary eye on Death, not for your own sake, but for that of your friend. For all his scathing remarks and callous behaviour, Death has never taken threats against his family lightly, be they threats made in jest or not.

Fury:

Fury doesn't like this.

She really doesn't like this. So far, your friend has done nothing but monopolise your attention, and though it aggrieves her immensely to have to admit it, Fury misses those instances where it's just you and her.

What can she say? She's the jealous type. Envy had proven that tenfold during her time in Haven city.

She's stepped out into your garden, through the sliding glass doors, where she paces back and forth in the drizzling rain whilst you and your friend remain in the warm, dry kitchen, talking across the counter together about life before the Apocalypse.

'Catching up,' you'd called it.

The Horseman could only listen to your friend make you laugh for so long before she grew agitated by the fondness in your tone. She's never noticed it while you're speaking to her.

Having tuned out the conversation muffling along indoors, she almost misses the alarming words entirely.

“Ugh, Y/n, you're literally the worst,” followed swiftly by, “I'm gonna kill you!”

Context is never something Fury has been particularly concerned about. And in this instance, she couldn't care less for clarity.

Whether because she's already been aggravated by her own, foolish jealousy, or because she's become hard-wired to respond to threats made against you with all the ferocious power of a lioness protecting her cub, Fury finds she can't keep Havoc shackled, nor does she especially want to.

Without warning, an eruption of blackened flames rips across your garden, burning away the flowers you'd painstakingly planted along the wall of your home last month. Scorch marks lick dark shadows across the grass, and a thunderous boom shakes the house on its foundations as a veritable monster bursts through the supernatural flames in place of a Horseman.

Havoc – the terrifying beast that lurks deep within Fury's raging heart, biding its time until a threat arises that's too great for the Horseman to handle with weapons alone. White-hot fire rages through the cracks in her crimson armour, sending sparks flitting out to be doused by the falling rain.

She drops to a knee in front of the sliding door, where she can already hear her human calling out to her, asking if she's all right. The other human, the so-called friend, is too busy screaming about the beast that's just thrust it's colossal, clawed hand through the entrance to your home, grasping blindly for a moment before those armoured fingers make contact with something small and squishy.

The hand snaps shut like a trap, pulling a writhing human across the little kitchen and upskittling the furniture as it pulls its catch from the house.

Havoc's grasp relaxes almost urgently once she lays her burning eyes on her own human, thrusting your fists against the fingers she's wrapped you up in. “Fury!” you bark, suddenly and alarmingly frantic, “What the Hell!? What's happening? What's wrong!?”

Nothing. Nothing's wrong, she'd tell you, if Havoc possessed either a mouth or the ability to communicate at all in this form. Nothing's wrong now that you're safe in her hands, away from that other human who'd made such a foolish threat against you, obviously thinking they were safe from the Horseman's keen ears.

She'll deal with them later. For, now, Fury's immense brute of a form raises to her feet, tucking you into her chest to shelter you from the rain. She turns, ignoring her human's fists as they continue to beat fruitlessly at her unrelenting grip, demanding to know where she thinks she's going.

Havoc clears your garden fence with a single step, barely having to raise her leg. First, she'll be taking you somewhere safe – her own home, perhaps, in another realm far from Earth, far from the human who poses a risk to your safety. Then, she'll be paying said human a visit, perhaps even try asking them for some context to their claim that they'd 'kill you.'

And the Creator help them if they don't come up with something good...

[throwaway-yandere]

BUT! BEFORE I GO TO SLEEP. I must mention, yandere yanfei would be fucking scary - speaking from experience,

i had a friend who was deeply invested with law and she was scary, her presence was threatening but she was a crackhead. She was planning to become a lawyer, she knew about every law in almost every country. Everytime I'd joke about "am i breaking the law?" She would go full on judge mode and I'd have to play irl ace attorney. One time i asked her jokingly out of pure randomness "is it okay to kill someone?" AND SHE REPLIED WITH THE SCARIEST THING I'VE EVER READ, I half remember the words- sumn about like "if you hide the evidence good enough" and sumn about "murder is okay in [somewhere i can't fully remember]" BUT I SWEAR I REMEMBER SHE SAID "we could go on a trip there" then another day out of pure curiosity i asked her about what the fuck a written contract is, i didn't pay attention but i payed the most attention when she said "a written contract cannot be broken parties can get out of written contracts in many ways. For instance, if the contract wasn't created adequately, courts will declare it not to be binding. Also, a contract is unenforceable when the terms are unconscionable - in other words, when the contract is patently unfair to one of the parties. The actual terms of a contract might also contain conditions under which the contract will be dissolved." (i actually had to copy and paste that from our group chat.) that last part scared the living shit out of me??

So what I'm getting from yan! yanfei is that she can quite literally make sure you ain't leaving her by legal means and can get away with murder. All thanks to my law fanatic of a friend.

-🦀

YOU. YOU FRICKING GET ME–

Yandere!Yanfei is such a fricking gold mine of so many potential plots, like imagine being her pen pal. She seems like the sweetest authentic person out there as she sends her rap lyrics and other things she likes to compose. Yanfei invites pen pal!darling in the chasm since they're a tourist and she purposely leads them to a dangerous place until they got injured.

That's not what scares the darling, no. Their favorite pen pal starts saying ominous things about conservatorship. What's worse is that Yanfei speaks of it in a light-hearted manner, as if she's certain that they'll never be able to recover their legs. When pen pal!darling stubbornly attempts to debate with the xiezhi, she laughed. Her laughter echoes in the vast emptiness of the chasm.

"You think I come across as quite imposing when presenting these facts? Don't be, after all, we'd be spending most of our time together for now on."

[rogue-durin-16]

UNSURPRISING

Summary: There were a few moments during Fred's friendship with Y/n's in which they were a bit too close to kissing. Then, there was that one time they did.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Genre: fluff

Tags:

Fred Weasley: @whiskeyn-rain @lumos-solemn @meph1stophelian

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa @just-here-to-escape-from-reality

Warnings: language maybe, murder

A/N: this one was not scheduled for tonight but I wanted to cheer @meph1stophelian up because she deserves it, so enjoy your dose of Fred fluff <3

Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

"Okay, Y/n," Ginny grabbed a pastry from the platter which we had stolen from the kitchen and that now laid on a small coffee table in the middle of the Room of Requirement. "truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to... Wait." She thought about it for a second before leaning on Luna to ask her something. "I dare you to kiss Fred."

"Uh-uh." Fred, who had just moved to the higher table where the drinks had been laid, was quick to respond, "Not happening." shortly after followed by me.

"I'm not doing that."

"You can't skip a dare!" Ron exclaimed outraged.

"I can if I'm over eight years old." I replied, leaning back on the couch with my arms crossed.

"What she said." Fred agreed, raising his glass at me before drinking.

"Since when do you two back out of a dare?" Ginny questioned with a frown.

"Since this girl here" he motioned at me "started dating Pucey."

"What?" Harry asked in shock. "Pucey? Pucey as in Adrian Pucey?"

"Yeah?" I replied.

"You and Pucey?" Hermione raised her brows and gave Ginny a confused look. "I don't quite see it."

"Oi, what's there to see? I'm the only one who has to see it, don't you think?" I responded, slightly annoyed. "And why is no one talking about this bloke's love life?" I pointed at Fred who now stood behind me. "He's dating that Hufflepuff girl too!"

He tsked his tongue. "Not anymore."

"That's... unsurprising." George commented.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Fred questioned suspicious, kicking my leg for me to move aside so he could sit.

His twin snorted. "You know what's supposed to mean." He took a sip from his drink before nodding at Ginny. "C'mon Gin, change the dare— for Pucey's sake." George scanned us both with analyzing eyes before adding, "we don't want Y/n to end up ditching his boyfriend for this twit, now do we?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"YEEEEH" I was already down on the arena, clapping, when Fred landed with a wide cocky grin on his face, his breathing ragged due to the match's intense last few minutes.

I had rushed down the moment the snitch was caught to be the first one to congratulate him, so I was quite breathless too.

"Did you see me up there? Saving the bloody match!" He exclaimed, tossing his broom and bat on the ground in order to catch me when I threw myself to him.

"You were brilliant oh my gosh!" I let out a surprised laugh. The match seemed pretty much lost until Fred's performance came into play. "Oi, don't let it go to your head!" I was quick to add, pulling away from his embrace.

"Y/n Y/l/n just said I'm brilliant," He stated, the grin not leaving his face. "it's definitely going to my head."

I groaned, letting my forehead fall against his chest. His heart was beating fast, but I blamed it on the adrenaline of the match.

But what was I supposed to blame on the way my own heartbeat picked up when his hand found the small of my back and casually pulled me a tad closer?

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Oi," I slid open the door's compartment and scanned it briefly before saying, "everything's full, do you mind—"

"Not at all." Fred rapidly answered, sitting up slightly but quickly returning to his laid back position after I had taken a seat by his side.

I had a brief exchange of words with George and Lee before silence fell upon us; it was quite unsual, yet understandable due to the exhaustion we had been put under during the last semester.

It was because of it that Lee fell asleep, shortly after followed by George. I took the chance to grab my book to avoid giving in to the sleep, though my reading was soon disturbed by Fred's foot tapping over the upholstery of the seat.

"What?" I questioned quietly, my brow quirked at him while my eyes peeked over the book.

"What are you reading?"

"Advanced Potion-Making— what do you want?"

"Rude." I rolled my eyes, making a smirk dance on his lips. He seemed to weigh what he was about to say. "I got you something for Christmas."

"Wait— you what?" He got up, ignoring my shock, and, stretching his hands to reach his bag, he pulled out a small package. "I— you—"

"Speechless, I see." He pointed out amused, handing me the package before plopping back down, his gaze trained on me. "C'mon, open it." His teeth trapped his lower lip in anticipation, and I felt how my blood started to pump violently through my veins before I unwrapped the present. "A little birdy told me you liked... What's it called? Chokers?" I could only nod, speechless at the delicate choker in my lap. "I mean, my hand would have been just as good but you can wear this one in public too."

My face flared up at his words and astonishment was replaced by the usual need to fuck that little bastard up. "I hate you."

"I'm kidding, love." He chuckled, tugging on his sleeves and nodding at the jewelry. "You like it?"

The softness in his gaze made my anger go away as I took another look at the choker. "I love it, but you didn't have to." I scrunched my nose. "it looks very—"

"If you say expensive I'll shove it up your arse so watch your tongue." He warned me, half jokingly and half serious.

"What a way of ruining a sweet gesture." I pointed out, feigning a pout.

"Don't worry, I'll make it sweet again, you'll see—" he pushed himself away from the wall and scooted closer to me, tending his palm. "Give it to me." I obeyed and shifted my position so I would have my back to him. His fingers moved my hair away before his hands carefully placed the strap of velvet around my throat and clasped it. "There." He whispered, putting my hair back in place.

I turned around again without any clue of what to tell him. "I-I'd have gotten you something—"

"Y/n, it's a gift, not a trade." He gave me a warm smile, one that anyone rarely got to see, and my face heated up once more. His eyes seemed to flicker to my lips just for an instant, but he soon averted them from me to check on our peers. "Don't tell them, I won't hear the end of it."

I too peeked at them before leaning in and placing a soft kiss on Fred's cheek. "Merry Christmas, Fred."

The little smile grew into a wide side grin while he casted his face down, fixing it on his hands. "Merry Christmas, Y/n."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

I was out after curfew, yes, but I wasn't doing anything bad, just visiting my friends in their common room; I only had to be careful and no one would notice me.

Or so I thought.

To my luck, while I was tiptoeing through one of the halls, none other than Fred Weasley bumped into me.

"Shit!" We both took a moment to observe one another. "Alright, sorry in advance." He apologised, taking a peek at the path he had taken before grabbing my hand and pulling me with him.

I didn't hesitate on running with me; I knew he had brought trouble directly to me, and if I didn't follow, I would get detention and, with Umbridge in control, I had to avoid that at all costs.

"Wait wait— Here!" He tapped what I assumed was a camouflaged door and pulled me inside before it could open completely.

We both reached for the door at the same time, shutting it as fast and quiet as possible and stepping back right in time to hear what I assumed was a part of Umbridge's Inquisitorial Squad.

Fred was so close that I could feel his heavy breath tickling my neck while we stumbled back into the pitch black darkness of the narrow passage.

"Well, that was close." I commented, trying to keep my pants at bay; it was the only sound heard —our pants.

His hands left my biceps to presumably fall limply on his sides, but he didn't step back to put some space between us. I couldn't see anything, but I still turned around and instantly knew his eyes were trying to find mines, just like my fingertips attempted to intertwin with his.

It was a bad idea, but no one had to know; the lack of light in the secret passage would prevent anyone to witness it, even us.

No one would see it, I thought, trailing my fingers up his arm until I reached his cheek.

His own hand made its way to my waist, giving it a squeeze and pulling me to him.

I pushed him away as soon as we heard Filch's cat miaowing at the hidden door, followed by the erratic running of the caretaker.

Fred grunted in frustration. "C'mon!" He rushed me, taking my hand once more and running down the ginnel.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

We were running breathless, hands held, casting spells left and right.

'Don't stop moving' Arthur had said when the part of the castle we were defending fell into the Dementors' claws.

One of the Carrow apparated a few feet ahead of us, sending a Cruciatus in our direction even before we came to a halt in our running.

Fred raised his wand, quick as lightning, shielding us from the curse, and I didn't miss a beat before hexing the death eater, hitting her right in the chest.

Fred spun around to guard my back from another death eater that stood behind us while I, seeing that the Carrow sister attempted to get up, casted another stunning spell at her, only that this time it hit her shield.

Both Fred and I duelled the two Voldemort's acolytes until we managed to take them out almost simultaneously, yet in very different ways.

"STUPEFY!" Fred yelled out loud to enhance the spell's effect.

I did the same, knowing I needed that extra push to take Carrow out only that my spell was way more harmful. "AVADA KEDAVRA!"

Fred turned around, still gripping my hand, to see the death eater's corpse on the floor. "Fuck!" He exclaimed.

"Was that a good 'fuck' or a bad 'fuck'?" I inquired, adrenaline pumping through my veins when I turned to meet the redhead's eyes, sparkling with excitement.

"Definitely a good 'fuck'." We both let out a laugh as if I hadn't just murdered someone. "Kiss me." He demanded; fortunately, I was thinking that same thing, so my lips crashed against his in a rough kiss right after he had finished the sentence.

We both tried to pour into the kiss as much sentiment as possible to let the other know how much we had craved to do that for the last three years. Our hands and arms were wrapped around each other, pulling our bodies as close as possible in the now empty corridor as if the world was about to end; it most likely was.

"Being realistic," I began speaking against his lips, once he had pulled away only enough for us to breathe. "we might be dead by tomorrow," if the situation was a bit different, we would probably be crying, but our little victory had made euphoria flood our hearts. "so know that—"

"I love you too." He finished with a nod.

I nodded back, pecking his lips before untangling by limbs from his and pulling him with me in order to resume our jog away.

[mca-attack21]

Distraction part 1

This is a mini series that is Scott x Reader. And before you ask, yes I am still writing the Stiles Sis Fic series the next part will be out relatively soon. I've been busy planning out the later seasons so I could make sure to time everything correctly. Anyways, for more of my writing here is my Masterlist.

Friday

It started as a normal day, you woke up and prepared for school. It was not long before your phone lit up with messages from your boyfriend. It was something along the line of ‘Good morning beautiful’ ‘I can’t wait to see you at school’ ‘I love you’. Every message caused the smile on your face to grow. You loved Scott. He was the guy who had seen you at your worst but would only talk about you at your best. He had a unique ability to make everything better. It was like as long as the two of you were together, nothing could ever stand in your way.

You were about to leave your house when your phone buzzed again. This time the text was from Lydia. ‘Ready for this weekend?’ she sent. ‘Totally, my bags are already in the car’ you replied. You, Allison, and Lydia were going to leave right after the Lacrosse game and go up to one of her family’s cabins. She had decided that you were in need of mandatory girl time. After all, you hadn’t spent much time together with all of the supernatural chaos.

It was a normal school day. You were greeted by Scott and Stiles. You sat through all of your classes, met up with Lydia at lunch, and talked to Scott during your shared free period. After school was over you hung out with Scott until he had to start getting ready for his game.

“I wish you didn’t have to go with Lydia” he pouted jokingly.

“It’s not that big of a deal Scott I’ll be back Sunday night,” you replied.

“I know but that is two whole days without you,” he answered.

“Exactly, it’s two days” you laughed, “You’ll be fine” you added.

“We can text, right?” Scott asked.

“Well as much as I would love to, Lydia would kill me, and there is no signal up there anyways,” you answered.

“This is about to be the longest 48 hours of my life,” Scott groaned.

You rolled your eyes, “It’s a good opportunity to have some bro time with Stiles, maybe you can finally watch Star Wars,” you remarked as you started to get up.

“Not so fast,” Scott said as he pulled you back down onto his bed and kissed you.

“Scott” *kiss* “I” *kiss* “Love” *kiss* “you, but” *kiss* “we have” *kiss* “to go” *kiss* you managed to say before he pulled away. You tried to look away from him knowing you were blushing hard. “Good luck tonight, not that you’ll need it. I love you and I’ll see you Sunday if not before then,” you said hugging him.

“I love you too Y/n, I’ll see you at the game,” he returned.

You went to Lydia’s house and went through the plan one last time. She went through a checklist to make sure that neither you nor Allison had forgotten anything. After that, it was time for the three of you to go to the game.

You watched the game and cheered for both Scott and Stiles. The team won 5-3. You were getting ready to go when Allison realized that she forgot to put her bag in Lydia’s car. Lydia was going to take her back and grab the bag. You decided to use the time to catch your boyfriend before leaving. You were weaving through the crowd when someone’s hand went over your mouth. “Nighty Night Y/n,” you heard an eerily familiar voice before feeling a pinch in your neck and seeing everything fade to black.

‘Hey Lyds, I’m really sorry but my mom called. She’s in the hospital. It’s not serious, but I’m staying here with her.’

Lydia text you back, ‘Do you want us to come with you, we can reschedule’

‘No don’t do that. Go have fun. We can hang out next weekend’

‘Are you sure? It’s not that big of a deal,’ she replied.

‘Don’t worry Lydia, it’s fine, just enjoy yourselves, I’ll see you Monday’

‘Okay, see you Monday’ She answered as she and Allison started to leave.

“What’s up?” Allison asked.

“Something came up and Y/n can’t come with us,” Lydia answered.

“Awe, that’s too bad, you still want to go?” Allison questioned.

“Of course, let’s do this, phones off” she replied, turning off her own phone.

Scott was dragged to a party with Stiles. It was for a friend of Stiles’, Heather. Scott didn’t really want to go, he couldn’t get drunk and he wouldn’t know anyone other than Stiles. But Stiles had insisted that it would make the time without you and Lydia more bearable. As Stiles entered he was greeted with a passionate kiss from none other than the birthday girl herself. He was quickly whisked away to the wine cellar. Scott reluctantly moved into the living room, grabbed a drink, and pulled out his phone. He smiled as he saw he had a text from you. ‘Hey babe, I’m leaving with the girls, turning my phone off now. Love you, see you Sunday!’

That was the last text sent before your phone was shut off and thrown in the dumpster behind the school. “That will buy me some time,” your kidnapper replied before driving away with you unconscious in the back seat.

Saturday

The day started off pretty normally for Scott. He went to text you before he remembered that you wouldn’t have service. He was glad that you were able to get away and relax with the girls. He had decided to go to the field with Stiles to practice Lacrosse. But he couldn’t shake a gut feeling that something was wrong. Stiles explained to Scott that there was a body found and that he was waiting on his dad to see if it was anything supernatural. Scott couldn’t help but be slightly uninterested. He was tired of death and the supernatural world, he was just a kid, and for once he wanted to act like it. Scott stared out the window of Roscoe, and wondered what you were doing right now.

........

You woke up and were caught completely off guard. It was dark and you were sitting knee-deep in water. There was a light above you. You must have been in a well. But you couldn’t remember how you would have got here. You went to reach for your aching head and realized that your hands were bound. You tried standing up splashing the water around which sent a shiver through your body. You wondered how long you had been missing. You weren’t that worried though, you were supposed to be with Lydia and Allison. They wouldn’t have left without you. And once Scott found out, he’d come for you. But then again, you were trapped in water, which meant he’d have a hard time following your scent. And you didn’t know how long you’d already been down here. You started to worry, trying to break your hands free so you could attempt to climb the wall. But that would take hours.

Meanwhile:

Scott and Stiles were at Stiles' house about to start their movie marathon when Stiles got a text. “Woah dude, you remember that body they found earlier?” Stiles asked, rereading the message in disbelief.

“Yeah, what about it?” Scott asked, wishing he could have one night off.

“It wasn’t just your average dead body. There was a significant blow to the head, his throat was slashed, and he was strangled by a garrote,” Stiles explained.

“Okay Stiles, but that doesn’t exactly sound supernatural, can’t we let the police handle this one?” Scott tried.

“Yeah I guess, but talk about overkill,” he answered, though he was planning on looking into it more after his best friend went home. Nothing was ever as it seemed in Beacon Hills, and he’d be damned if he wasn’t prepared for the worst-case scenario.

The two of them ate pizza and started to watch the first movie, however it wasn’t long after Scott finished eating that he fell asleep. Stiles took this time to do research on the latest murder.

Later that night:

You had finally managed to unbind your hands after what felt like hours of scraping them against the brick. You wanted to climb up the wall but it was now so dark that you could barely see your hand in front of your face. You decided that it would have to wait until morning. You sat back in the cold water, trying to find a safe position to sit in. The water was so cold. Your throat was sore from the screaming you had done earlier. You started crying as you realized the severity of your situation. You could die down here. You were going to die down here if someone didn’t find you soon. You thought about Scott. The only comfort that you felt was in knowing that he was out there looking for you. After a while, you drifted out of consciousness.

[cosmicbash]

Fuck it.

I got possessed by a Pelly ghost, or my heavy duty flu medication I'm on and somehow started and finished a Pelly smut prompt in like a half hour, so, to that anon who asked-

Here's some completely unedited, messy ass, probably nonsensical Pelly smut from my medicated ass. I hope you enjoy it 👏

This shit is like 2.5k what the FUCK

Colson and Pete liked to fool around.

Not just in the childish prank war or food fight type of way either. Alot of times their goofy little games quickly changed genres to something more adult. It was hard to avoid, what with the drugs, their chemistry, and the allure of something taboo that came with kissing your best friend.

It never got much farther than handjobs and side by side circle jerks though, and even those felt weird for the first dozen times. Colson didn't really think of himself as bi, or pan, or queer, or whatever the hell they were calling dudes who also jerked off dudes in between banging hot chick's nowadays. Mainly because he didn't jerk off dudes. Just one dude. Pete. He had some stupid exception made in his head for the younger comedian that seemed to cross every and any boundary he tried to set.

So yeah, they fool around. They kiss, they bite eachother, hump, stuff hands down one another's jeans just for laughs, sometimes they even cuddle, but not in an after sex kind of way, just a, move over your couch isn't big enough for me and it's pointless to watch a movie together in the guest room kind of way. It's weird, but not? Colson can't ever seem to put too much thought into whatever he and Pete have going on before he gets distracted or develops a headache.

They're just friends. He thinks.

But. Then again, that doesn't explain how they've ended up here in the comedians bed again. Pete's mouth warm and wet against his own. Kissing him in all the ways he feels like he kisses girls, stealing away his breath and sending a warm tickle down his body all the way to the tips of his toes. It's so different from the usual leading position he finds himself taking in every other hook up that Colson can't help but find himself carried away by it. He would probably be content to lay back and let Pete kiss and fondle him for hours if the brunette didn't always find some stupid joke he had to make and interrupt the mood.

So far tonight they're off to a good start though, maybe a bit too good of one with how his jeans are already down around his ankles and his cock is slick between Pete's tight fist. 

Colson can barely remember what stupid creepy unsolved case files episode they'd been watching on the TV before he jokingly asked Pete to distract him from his paranoid thoughts. Rarely did weed and suspicious murders weigh lightly on Colson's head. He'd spent a whole week after humoring one of Pete's marathons of the show utterly convinced his stylist was out to secretly kill him. People are just so unpredictable its scary.

Like Pete. His mouth might be up pressing against his one second, and down sucking and biting on his tatted nipple the next. It's jarring how random his best friends actions seem sometimes. Like, just when Colson thinks he has Pete's rhythm figured out the comedian senses it and decides to switch things up on him again.

Last week Pete had called Colson weird for curiously flicking his tongue over one of the other man's hard nubs. Outright laughing at his attempt for foreplay and spinning some joke about breastfeeding and asking Colson to call him mommy until the rapper had abandoned the idea altogether. 

Yet here the little hypocrite was, absolutely moaning into his chest while he did the same thing. Free hand stuffed down his own sweats where he's crowded himself between Colson's legs.

It shouldn't be hot, Colson wants to give the same incredulous laugh at his best friends actions and tease him just the same but his throat feels tight and his body electric at the attention. Like Pete knows some secret trick he hasn't yet deciphered that swaps the nerves in your tits and your dick around to drive you wild.

Instead he just moans. Head tipping back and lips parting for a "Fuck- Petey-" before he carts his fingers through soft short brown hair. Maybe it's just the combo of jacking off alongside it, or his pain kink coming back to bite him in the ass. He can't say, but Pete's teeth gnawing softly at his nipple makes his dick squirt just a little more precum with every jerk.

He feels like he might be close. Hips kicking up softly from the mattress when Pete's mouth travels in hungry kisses across his chest to suck at and nibble on the other. 

It's weird. Pushing invisible boundaries yet again but Colson doesn't want him to stop. 

He's hardly participating at all too, one arm thrown above his head to grab at the head board and help arch his back, while the other is still glued to the back of Pete's head like it has been since they first kissed. Usually their flings are two sided, fists racing in their jerks to make the other come first, not self indulgent like tonight where he's hardly touched Pete's dick at all outside of a few over the clothes gropes.

It's got that question nagging at the back of Colson's mind again. Why they're doing this? What he's getting out of opening himself up so vulnerably to his best friend's traveling hands and wandering mouth?

The invasive thoughts are so distracting for a moment that Colson doesn't even realize Pete's traveled souther until he has the electric shock of wet lips sealing around the tip of his dick. Eyes bursting open and heart racing because Pete's kissing him somewhere new. His best friend's fucking taking his dick into his hot warm mouth for the first time.

And holy fuck does he love it.

"F-fuck-" Colson feels like a teenager getting his first blowie again with how his hips instantly jerk up and his fingers tighten around hair. 

Fuck fuck fuck, Pete is swallowing his dick down too fast for him to watch. He knows the comedian has a big mouth but christ, it can't be that deep can it? There's no way Pete has sucked dick before and not told him, they share everything, and until this moment, he thought the disinterest in tasting dick was a big one of those things.

But apparently not, because the comedian is slurping obscenely and sucking all over the tip and length of his dick like a lollipop offered to a man starved. It's so attentive that Colson doesn't even mind the few moments where he cock clumsily slips out of the other's mouth and bumps against a scratchy cheek or blunt teeth. It's amazing.

Colson definitely knows he must be close now. His neck feels stuck in a permanent arch back, face burying itself in the croon of his arm while he moans and curses, and pleas for Pete to not stop.

Less than delicate fingers fondle his balls and spit slips down between his legs but Colson only loves it all more. He wants to fuck his best friends face. Stuff Pete's head down hard and bury his cock down the comedians throat to paint the next couple jokes that come out of his mouth white. He tries to push though and finds a strong resistance, Pete's immediate gag and flinch back easily overpowering his weak shove.

Then the hot mouth is gone. Ripping an embarrassing whimper from the rapper's lips before he can catch it. The quick thrust up of his hips and stretch of his toes to try and kick his way back up into Pete's mouth ignored.

Colson's just about to whine and curse, and bitch at Pete for being such a fucking stupid tease when that evil mouth descends yet again. This time skating down over the long vein stretching the length of his dick to go even lower. Tongue and teeth finding his balls to offer attention there instead. 

Now his curse is more breathy, and his hips arching up higher. Because holy fucking shit Pete is sucking and tugging on his balls like an expert, fist back around the base of his dick to pick up where it left off. 

"God, Pete- Pete-" Colson's own hand has abandoned soft hair to clumsily grab at his own thigh. Fingers slipping and struggling to find purchase on sweat slick skin so that he can help hike his legs up a little higher to get Pete going lower. Every inch of his sack begging for the same attention that's fluttering across it. It takes a few swift kicks to free his one foot from his jeans but when he does it only lets his legs spread open wider. Every part of him arching and opening itself up for Pete to see with no flash of the usual shame he feels from even stripping his pants off all the way around the comedian.

He just needs more. He's so so close and Pete's tasting him like someone starved.

His dick is leaking, precum streaming out in more consistent spurts and oversensitivity just starting to tingle at the tip with every twist of Pete's wrist. Colson knows he's going to come, his neck is twisted and his face pressed hard against the hard wood of the headboard from all of his stretching and kicking to guide Pete lower and it should hurt but he can barely feel any of those aches over the chills he gets when both of Pete's hands suddenly grab him by the thighs and yank him down a little. Uncharacteristically rough in their manhandling until Colson is blinking blearily up at the bland ceiling and trembling because his ass is leaving the bed. Pete's nose bumping against his balls and tongue swiping over his taint.

The noise that bursts from between his parted lips doesn't even sound human at this point. Something between a wheeze and a moan while the room spins and his best friends tongue abruptly drags flat over his asshole to top off the absurdity of the whole night.

Colson's fingers are still cutting sharp into the back of his thigh though, grip only tightening as his body moves on its own to pull his knee closer to his chest. The bump of Pete's fingers near his own tingly in every good way.

There's no backing out now, he's losing his mind in the rush of everything, all thought flying out the window to make room for a mantra of, fuck, please, please, Petey, please- until there's another lap tongue against his hole and a fist curling back around his neglected dick.

He only lasts another few jerks. Pete's mouth sucking and humming around the rim of his asshole while he paints his own chest. Tongue out in a long moan and eyes rolled back into his head until he sees stars. It's so good. Colson can feel he body rocking and twitching with every spurt of cum, and Pete's tongue isn't slowing either. Pressing and licking until it has wiggled its way inside his ass and the moans coming from his mouth wind their way down into whimpers from overstimulation. 

Colson's legs drop fast, snapping down from his grip like his fingers are a broke rubber band to catch on Pete's shoulder. Over the blood rushing in his ears he can hear Pete moaning, fuck, he can feel it against his skin. It's desperate, so much that eventually the comedian isn't even licking or tongueing him anymore, just mumbling and bumping his mouth between the rapper's cheeks in escalating fervor.

Colson's brain is still too busy rebooting for him to properly appreciate how fucking hot it sounds. He can hear the wet slap of Pete's dick too, skin clapping against skin with what he can only guess is lightning jerks of fist.

"Fuuuuck-" Pete's finally the one cursing, his whole body jerking up from where he's been burying his face between Colsons legs to scramble up onto his knees. Sweats shoved down around his thighs, dick all shiny and almost purple while he moans and jerks it off in front of him. The leg Colson had dropped down on Pete's shoulder half rising with him, caught before it can slip by the comedian extra hand to keep it high and his back arched before the man comes. Hot spurts burning Colson's skin everywhere it lands between them. Especially across his own balls and inner thighs, Pete not stopping until he's half stumbling forward to crush the blonde and cum is peppering thick drops against Colson's twitching hole too. His groan long and deep while he watches.

The visual alone is enough to make the rapper's spent dick twitch. Heart beat quickening and face burning hotter in embarrassment over how blissed out his best friends expression has become once their eyes finally meet.

Pete's going to kiss him. He can see it clear as day in those honey brown eyes and that wet pout of lips. 

He just narrowly avoids it with a fast slap of hand across the comedians mouth after Pete drops forward. His own knuckles bumping hard against his teeth with how close of call it is, and Pete's nose poking softly at his cheek.

"Fuck dude-" Colson still feels shaky as he speaks. Head twisting sideways away from Pete's repeated bump and weak smooch against his palm before he continues. "No way, fuck, man, your tongue was just in my ass-" Even saying the word out loud burns Colson's ears and makes his thighs tremble a little.  "Gross, gross, gross dude!"

"Mm, sowwy-" Pete's mouth is still pressing with its kisses, his words half mumbled and slurred by the flat press of Colson's hand that refuses to move.

"Fuck." The heat of the moment finally fading Colson can't help but find himself cursing again and again. "Fucking fuck-" a hysterical laugh is bubbling up his throat and with it a couple dozen more that burst free with a shake of his shoulders and a light shove at Pete's face so he can rub his hand over his face instead. "You fucking licked my ass-"

"I know-" Pete sounds downright apologetic where he buries his face against one sweaty tatted shoulder but Colson can only shake harder. More and more laughter coming until he's almost in tears repeating it yet again.

"You ate my fucking ass Pete!" It's so funny he almost can't breathe. Boundaries and embarrassment aside the reality of the situation finally settling in just has Colson cackling in disbelief. "Oh my god dude-"

"I- I got caught up in the moment-" Pete's face is redder than he's ever seen it when Colson peeks out from behind his hand, and if he could laugh harder he would. But he can't so instead he smiles. He smiles as wide and as big as he can until his cheeks hurt up at his ashamed best friend.

"And you called me a weirdo for licking your nipple dude?"

He is never letting Pete live this down. 

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for the longest time my brain just did not want to write. but then two scenes came to mind and bam, chapter!

and as always

@petrichormeraki​

Wilbur showed up like he was arriving at a party. In a sense he was since Dream was taken down and he was going to see Tommy again. Dream may have revived him, but even that wasn’t going to convince Wil to help the tyrant. When he reached Philza and Techno, he was surprised to see no sign of Tommy. “So, where is he?”

“Tommy? He’s showing off his base to Tubbo.” Grian spoke up, making Wilbur notice him. His parrot wings were folded tightly so they couldn’t be seen, which was perfect for him. "Hey, you got something in your hair.”

Wilbur patted his head. “What, my hat?”

Grian shook his head and put a blue feather there. “It’s right there.”

“I can feel you put something there.” Wilbur pulled the feather out. “Don’t need you-” He stopped talking once he actually looked at the feather.

“Hey look, I’ve got one too.” Techno said pointing at the yellow feather placed behind his ear.

“No.” Wilbur sounded dumbfounded and looked back at Grian, who now had a red feather stuck in his own hair.

“Alright, let’s go see Tommy.” Grian spoke nonchalantly before Wilbur grabbed him.

“Oh no you don’t! You don’t just get to drop that bombshell on us and walk away!”

Grian laughed. “What, missed me?”

“Yes! Where the fuck were you?”

“Oh, here and there. How are you doing being alive again.”

“Less violent than I was before dying I suppose.”

“Good! But I’m still not letting you near Tommy.” When Wilbur tried to say something, Grian stopped him. “Nope, you can’t argue. I’m oldest now.”

“What the fuck to you mean, I’m a minute older than you bird boy.”

“Not anymore, I’m now in my thirties.”

“Wh- How?!”

Philza put a hand on Wilbur’s shoulder. “We can talk more when we meet back up with Tommy.”

“Yeah, we can visit his base hermit cribs style. I’ll grab my backup elytra and some rockets!” Grian ducked into a shop to use their ender chest. “Oh yeah, are you guys okay with rockets? Because Tommy told me Tubbo doesn’t like them. They won’t explode or anything, they’re just to help you with flying. Obviously dad and I won’t need them, but uh, you guys don’t have wings.”

“I’ll take them.” Wilbur said. Techno was less eager, but did also accept the elytra.

As Grian was about to take off with his family, Scar cleared his throat to get their attention. “Now Grian, while I am glad that you have found the family you lost, I am still very serious about that paperwork. I have different forms for if they’re planning to stay permanently or if they’re just going to visit often. I can send the paperwork to your mansion if you want though if you just want to come to town hall right now, we can do it there.”

“Scar, right now I want to talk with my family and figure out what we’re doing. We can’t really sign paperwork if we don’t know which paperwork to sign, right?”

Scar nodded in agreement. “Alright, I’ll send it to the mansion then. Also about the other people visiting.”

Grian flapped his wings to quickly get into the air. “Sorry Scar too far away can’t hear you byeeeee!”

On the ground, Phil sighed, though he was smiling. “I guess this means we better start flying. Let’s get up higher for an easier take off.”

Though it took an attempt or two, the avian lineage seemed to help Techno and Wilbur get the hang of using elytra extremely fast. Though in the air, Grian hadn’t flown too far and the others easily caught up with him. He guided them to the south west towards where Tommy’s base was. 

As it came into view, Grian couldn’t help but laugh as he heard a gasp from behind. They landed in front of the arch acting as a doorway on the ground floor to find Tommy leaning against it. “Took long enough dickheads.”

Grian was about to jokingly scold Tommy when Wilbur went to hug and or lovingly bully his younger brother. Tommy waved his arms in an attempt to get Wil to stop, but he kept running towards Tommy. Just before he could reach the blond, he was tackled to the ground from the side by Grian.

“Grian! I was joking! It was going to be fine!” Tommy complained, helping to pull the avian off Wilbur. “You don’t have to keep mothering me! Stress does that plenty!”

“It’s not my fault I wore the chicken mask that long.”

“That is entirely your fault! And wearing a mask that long doesn’t change anything.”

Tommy and Grian continued to playfully argue until Philza caught their attention. “Oh right, forgot we had meetings to get to. Hey Tommy, which floor do you think is best for talking about all this.”

Tommy put a hand on his chin. “Hmmm, how about the sixth floor? I mean, that one is based on the smp.”

“Sounds great!” Grian said before flying up there, leaving the others behind.

“Hey! No fair!” Tommy shouted up. “Some of us have to use rockets to fly! Ugh fine we’re taking the bubble stream.”

Entering the tower, the first floor was just completely made of cobble. It was his favorite block and all, so if he was going to mainly use the first floor, that was the design he wanted. There were also a number of chests placed around to the point that it had become a bit of a chest monster. Wilbur couldn’t help but be curious and opened one chest, eyes widening at the contents. “This is filled with diamond tools and armor! You’re just leaving it here?”

Tommy looked over to what Wil was referring to. “What? Oh, that’s from endbusting. It’s all cursed gear. You should have seen the time I caught Joe afk and gave him a set of binding diamond armor. I’m not sure how he didn’t notice right away, but the moment I mentioned I liked his armor, he jumped in the nearest lava pool.”

“Really? Other than the curses, this seems like it’s pretty good?”

“Not really. No one is really stealing from each other so everyone’s got great gear. Besides, part of the prank was giving Joe diamond gear. He apparently said he wasn’t going to use diamonds this world and burns them when he gets them.”

“He just burns diamonds?!”

“Yeah.” Tommy shrugged, then walked over to one of many bubble columns. “Here, this one goes to the sixth floor. You guys go first. I want to make sure you go in it and not the others. I’ll show off my shit hermitcribs style later.”

When they got off the bubble elevator, it was something that was recognized immediately. The floor was made of grass and one wall was missing and looking right at the now setting sun. In the middle of the room was a simple bench and a jukebox.

“Your bench.” Wilbur spoke up, making Tommy nod.

“Yeah. There’s also one in the shopping district. That’s for more public stuff. I’ll just be hanging on the bench and other hermits can show up to talk about shit. This one’s for more private stuff like this.”

“Or for letting me cuddle with you.” Grian poked his head up from the other side of the bench. 

Tommy’s face turned a shade of red. “We do not cuddle!”

“Then what do you call what we do when you’ve had a long day and need me to come over so you can use my wings as a blanket.”

“Hanging out. Cuddling makes it sound weird.” Tommy crossed his arms.

Grian just tackled Tommy and wrapped him in his wings. “You’re not allowed out until you admit it!”

“Never bird bitch!”

He rubbed the feathers against Tommy’s face. “Say iiit!” Tommy just plucked a feather out making Grian pull back. “Ow! You didn’t have to do that!”

“I thought you wanted us to talk as a family or some shit.”

Grian rolled his eyes, but did nod. “Yeah, you’re right.” And then he sat down on the ground across from the bench. The others found their own places to sit and just sat there in silence for a few moments before Wilbur started the conversation.

“So, you changed your name then huh? Everyone’s calling you Grian.”

Grian nodded. “Yeah, I started using it back when I was in the orphanage and legally changed it when I was eighteen. Though it took a while with the criminal record.”

“I’m sorry, your what?” Philza asked sternly, but Grian just shrugged.

“Yeah I sort of murdered some people. I probably could have found a way around it, but at the time, it was the best answer I had. And I didn’t really have a good support system. I mean, I had friends, but how are you supposed to tell them you have voices in your head telling you what to do when they’re already not the best people themselves.”

Philza rubbed his forehead. “How bad?”

“Well…”

“No, nevermind. I don’t want to know.”

“So, you’re a Watcher?” Techno spoke up in a monotone voice.

Grian used enough of his power to make a third eye appear for a second before making it disappear again. “Yeah, whatever took me from you guys happened again and dropped me off in a world that was like, so many years in the past. I actually got dropped there with a lot of people and the Watchers sort of played around with us. Nothing as bad as what Dream seemed to be doing, just puzzles and cryptic clues and portals everywhere to push us forward in time when they saw fit. Eventually they convinced me to join them.”

“Just like that?” Techno raised an eyebrow.

“Nah, I was a real pain in their side for loads of time before they finally asked me to join. I’m pretty sure it was because it was because that was the one way to get me to stop messing around.” Grian laughed at his own joke before looking sadly at the floor. “First thing I did was start looking for you guys. I assumed you would still be in the castle or somewhere nearby, but the place was abandoned. And it’s harder to find someone when you don’t know what world they’re in.”

Philza started to reach for Grian, but the younger avian’s wings started to puff up in agitation. “You know, I don’t know if I should be happy that I found you or upset. I could have never figured out where you guys were unless I got lucky peering into worlds. Only reason I found out was because Tommy came here. And he only came here because he ended up in a dangerous world with no family helping him. And you nearly took him back there.”

Tommy put a hand on one of Grian’s wings, making him puff up even more. “Hey, calm down Big G. You made sure they couldn’t do that. And if they do try, just knock some sense into them.”

Grian calmed down, though there was still tension in the room and no one spoke. The first thing that broke the silence was a yell from above them. “Tommy! How do you get down? I don’t have a water bucket on me!”

Tommy jumped up from where he was sitting. “Oh shit! I’ll be right there Tubbo!” And Tommy jumped out the window. Grian waited a moment before asking the others to look behind them, which they did just in time for all of them to see Tommy making a face at them all as he went up the bubble stream. A few moments later, Tubbo was going down a different bubble elevator and then Tommy glided in through the window. “Sorry, I keep the down one closed off so the bees don’t wander their way into it on a suicide mission. Tubbo couldn’t find it and obviously he’s not flying around.”

“Can you actually ask him to come up here? I want to say something that involves him.”

“Got it.” Tommy leaned out the window. “Hey Tubbo! Come back up here! Use the one with green glass!”

A moment later, Tubbo exited onto the floor. Tommy pushed Wilbur off the bench to make room for Tubbo to sit. “Hey! How are you so strong!”

Tommy gestured at the room around them. “I mean, I got help from some of the hermits for the interior, but the exterior was all me. I mined tons of shit looking for diamonds and I used it for here. I mean, I also got some help with the flag on top, but otherwise, all seventeen floors were built by me.”

“Seventeen floors?!”

“I know, they’re all as tall as this one so it’s small as fuck. Only big one is the top since I didn't waste an extra ceiling with the roof there.”

“You should do what Tango did last season and add a dragon or two.”

“Nah, might just start making a castle to pair up with it.”

“Tommy! What the fuck!” Tubbo said suddenly. “How did you get so good?!”

“It’s just sort of how we do stuff here on Hermitcraft.” Grian answered. “You were at Iskall’s tree right? That’s his base. He got us to help collect the leaves, but he’s been placing it all.” Tubbo just looked like his head was about to explode. “Anyway, I wanted Tommy to call you here because I didn’t get the chance to tell you. You’re the admin of the smp now.”

“I’m what?!”

“I figured after all I’ve heard about you from Tommy, you would be safe to turn into the admin. Obviously it can be moved to someone else, but you were the first choice.”

“I can’t be the admin! What if I end up like Dream?! I already wasn’t the best at being president! What if I screw up and they put me in pandora’s vault too!”

Tommy hugged Tubbo. “You were a great president, you just had to deal with bad people. And they’re not going to put you in some stupid fucking vault for a mistake.”

“And if they do, we call in Mumbo. Speaking of him, I should call him over.” Grian pulled out his communicator and hit the call button for Mumbo, putting it on speaker for the fun of it. When the redstoner answered, Grian spoke in a dramatic and joking tone into the microphone. “Mumbo. Babe. Light of my life. Father of our children.-”

Though Grian sounded like he was going to continue, a tired sounding Mumbo came through to stop him. “What do you need Grian?”

“We’re at Tommy’s base. Can you come over and meet everyone?”

“I was already planning on finding you. I’m of course on Grian watching duty after that stunt you pulled. I would have already shown up but the redstone blocks finally needed replacing.”

“Remember to bring scaffolding. You know water and redstone don’t mix.”

“I’m well aware. Bye Grian.” And Mumbo hung up.

Grian and Tommy explained more of everything on Hermitcraft and answered more questions while they all waited for Mumbo. Finally there was the distinct noise of scaffolding being placed and they saw a tower appear in front of the window and then keep going up. From below, they could hear Mumbo talking to someone else he had brought along. “You don’t need that much. Grian said they’re only on the sixth floor.”

“But I want to see Tubbee! Tubbee Tubbee Tubbee!”

“You can see Tubbee later. C’mon, let’s see Grian first.”

After the talking stopped, up the scaffolding came what looked to be a small child. Behind them was someone a bit taller, but obviously still young, and last was a man in a black suit and a mustache.

“Dad!” The smallest one ran over and jumped at Grian. Wilbur looked between Grian and the kid.

“Wait, so that wasn’t a joke. You actually have kids?”

“Well you have Fundy. I have these two. Meet Grumbot and Jrumbot.” 

Wilbur opened his mouth again with a sly smirk. “Is he any good?” and then added in a wink.

When he realized what was being implied, Mumbo’s face turned a bright red and he tried talking but it was all flustered stuttering. Grian has a similar though not as pronounced reaction to the question. Jrumbot looked between his dads confused while Grumbot looked at Wilbur. “My brother and I were merely built and are powered by redstone. We have no organic parts. Our dads are not together and thus have not had se-”

“GRUMBOT!”

[kendrixtermina]

Appreciating the Range of Type 6, or, one stereotypical example, and three that aren’t.

I want to tell you about some type 6 ppl that I know in my personal life.

Exemplar #1: F. B.

Complete Stats

Wing: 5 p or cp: largely phobic – lots of safety worries, outright authoritarian follower personality Instinct: sp/soc Trifix: 613  - 6w5 1w2 3w2 (“The Taskmaster” or “The Middle Manager”) jungian: ISTJ / SLI-Te oldham: Conscientious & Aggressive Essence Type: Mars Temperament: Pure Choleric

What he’s like:

Not pleasant.

Every “strict conservative middle aged guy” stereotype in the book. Control freak, makes a mountain out of every molehill, sees the world as full of axe murderers, judgemental as fuck, horrible temper and yet completely impersonable, all his opinions are copypasted from right-wing news sites. When they say war is good he’s for war, and when they say war is bad he’ll be like “At least Trump did not start any more wars” without perceiving a contradiction. Despite this, he believes is very hot, principled and funny. He is none of these things. He puts people down nonstop. My knowledge of neurochemistry tells me that he must have emotions somewhere or he couldn’t function, but I ain’t ever seen a single one of those emotions. They’re all for his job and a few trusted mentor figures. And his mom. At least he loved her.

If you say anything he doesn’t like, he “throws the sofa out the window” as his wife once put it.

How he’s a Type 6:

Well, he’s pretty much every negative stereotype in a nutshell… other than distrusting his partner. But that might be cause hes sx blind, or cause the wife is big on monogamy & wouldn’t ever cheat.

The one positive trait of 6 that he has is that he does his research. Before moving anywhere he googles the crime rates and if you need a doctor he might find you the best one. But even that can be overriden by ideology (hydroxychloroquine!). And if you don’t take his exact advice, there goes the sofa out the window again…

And I guess the work ethic from all 3 parts of the trifix really comes through – he hasn’t had a single bad grade in his life and always keeps collecting new certifications, and will make sure you hear about it...

Exemplar #2: I.

Complete Stats

Wing: 5 P or cp: pretty much an even mix of phobic and counterphobic Instinct: sp/soc Trifix: 614 - 6w5 1w2 4w3 (Would prolly call herself “The Big Pain” rather than “The Philosopher” ^^°) jungian: INTJ / ILI-Ni oldham: Serious & Conscientious Essence Type: Saturn Temperament: Chlor-Mel

What she’s like:

I’d describe her as serious, mature, discerning, focused and passionate about her friendships, if perhaps somewhat forceful at times, with a dry, sarcastic sense of humor.

Comes across like someone who knows what she’s talking about, with well-articulated points.

Often the Responsible Sibling, Designated Sanity Checker or Bullshit Detector.

Prefers to plan everything in advance in typical Ni dom fashion, even amusement part trips. Gets somewhat anxious without a future plan or shedule.

Often mistaken for a whole lot more sociable and confident that she really feels inside. (even I kinda bought it and got her whole darn trifix wrong on my first typing attempt, though that was when I was new to typology) She can act the boss act temporarily to get the situation over with, but she actually hates making decisions.

She does however have the occasional cute/pure moment where that lower function block comes out.

How she’s a Type 6:

She has saved our family from many a terrible restaurant by making sure to check the reviews. The preparing for all possible dangers is very 6, the acting tough outwardly when youre inwardly anxious, the intellectual problem solving & some tendency towards organization/responsibility/ “logistic” intelligence.

One online test she took gave her 5w6 instead of 6w5 but that’s probably just the ITxx-ness leaking in. I remember this one time we were discussing this artsy-fartsy theater play to which we’d had fascinatingly different reactions, and at one point I half-jokingly said something like “But does anyone ever really feel connected to others, or is that a myth?” to which she wrote, “[Name], what the fuck? Yes I do.” and then immediately deleted it. That’s more of a 6 reaction innit?

Nonetheless the wing does feature in significantly – for example she got very well informed about a lot of topics because she researched them to assuage a random survival-related fear, like, “How to make sure I have enough retirement money”

Exemplar #3: M.

Complete Stats

Wing: 7 p or cp: largely phobic Instinct: sp/sx Trifix: 692 - 6w7 9w1 2w1 (Fortunately very much a “Good Samaritan” rather than “The Stockholm”) jungian: ISFP / SEI-Fi oldham: Sensitive & Devoted Essence Type: Lunar-Venus Temperament: Pure Supine

What she’s like:

Precious! Sweet, nice, good listener, friendly, gives all the best gifts. But also perceptive and good at understanding people, eg. mediating to the parents when one of the younger sisters is having An Emotion™ or winning the trust of problem children.

Unlike I. Who has some soc that helps her keep track of a larger circle of friends despite her introversion, M. tends to enjoy the closeness with her family and have just a few very close friends. Excellent friend material all around! The sx and Se also come out in enjoying art forms involving the body like theatre or dance.

She can be a bit shy, conflict-avoidant and occasionally a lil bit panicky though.

As a small kid she used to be super duper shy but then a wise english teacher encouraged her to play a big role in a play, and since then she’s a lot more confident and doesn’t let ppl push her around without limit, though she’s still a quiet, helpful person. There you see the difference that a good teacher can make.

How she’s a Type 6:

For one thing she moves and emotes faster than a core 9 would, and she fits the body language – big eyes that move around a lot, stands a bit lopsided, talks in a shrill voice on the rare occasions where we exhaust her patience etc. As a xSFx and a w7 she shows mostly the “warm, friendly, likeable” side of type 6. She also has a very 6-ish tendency to very frequently ask people’s opinions & feedback before making decisions. (the other fixes probably add to this)

Alas, she also has a little bit of of the fear/insecurity.

Also she has a social/care job which might be seen as 6-ish desire to serve the community.

Exemplar #4: J.

Complete Stats

Wing: 7 P or cp: largely counterphobic Instinct: sx/soc ?? definitely not sp first. Trifix: 638 - 6w7 3w4 8w9(?) (Shall she be a “Justice Fighter” or a “Kyle”? Only time will tell.) jungian: ISTP / LSI-Se ?? Oldham: ? some Dramatic & Serious, perhaps ? Essence Type: Definitely Mercury Temperament: San-Mel

What she’s like:

The first adjective that usually comes to my mind is ‘cool’. Sassy, energetic & a little bit tough, but also affectionate when she wants to be. (though in admiring way rather than a mushy one)

She says the coolest things, has a certain sly sort of cleverness, and an astonishly good poker face. Bit of an occasional prankster. Hilarious. Knows all sort of cool science facts. Avid gamer. 

Not especially popular or over the top sociable, but she gets sad if no one pays attention to her a while. Will act visibly moody where ppl can see sad or worried and can catastrophize a bit in such situations.

How she’s a Type 6:

I first though we might be getting an ExxP type 7 since she was a pretty energetic child, but once puberty hit and independent thought manifested, she turned out a whole lot too reactive and ‘edgy’ for this, and more on the ‘moderate introvert’ side of things.

Since then the sisterly dynamic has been like one fluffy golden dog and 3 hissing black cats. Hissing Cats #1 and #2 are very proud of her, but cat #1 was forced to conclude that she’s probably not a positive outlook type.

Out of all the reactive types 6 fits best because she does broadcast group identity (like wearing merchandise of her favorite media and wearing buttons in solidarity with ppl she likes.) & has a big case of Big Sibling worship for M, I, and someone else who isn’t on this list due to being a 9. (a 4 or 8 might like their older siblings but probably wouldn’t constantly stress the admiration.), but she can also show lasting, pouty displeasure with authority figures who have slighted her. (Like that one time I went too far in teasing her...)

I’m just assuming the 8 fix because that tends to make 6s more bold, louder & more shameless.

Basically she is the “punk teen” type of 6. She can be a bit dramatic & over-the top but still come to her family on advice (even advice on pranks!) in ways that xSTPs of other enneagrams prolly wouldn’t.

She also tends to use self-deprecating humor in tough situations and deflects compliments to present herself as ‘ordinary’.

...

This may sound like I’m really getting down on my first example (I won’t pretend that I’m not) but the point in bringing him up is that the reason he’s like this is: He was subject to really bad parenting that put a lot of fear into him, there was no good parenting to teach him broader coping strategies, he lived in a crappy environment that crushed his dreams, in a sense ‘confirming’ those fears and making him double down, resulting in a person who is just always rigidly following the same predictable pattern or jumping from one automatic reaction to the next with very little pausing and thinking. That goes for the other types too: A ‘stereotypical’ person is a desperate person ruled by fear, who cant stop or soften up even for an instant cause they constantly feel this fire of threat under their arse.

A lot of descriptions say that 6s ‘Follow authority’ but most would balk at the notion – ‘I do the research!’ they might argue ‘I don’t just trust anyone’ or ‘I’m actually a rebel’. There is of course such a thing as denial  that’s more like the extreme case.

But with a more average, functional 6 it’s not so much ‘obedience’ as that they just like to bounce their ideas off of others to get feedback, or that they feature in other’s viewpoints. So you might get someone who can naturally use feedback (something other ppl may have to learn first) or who is very considerate of others (which others might have to consciously remind themselves to do.)

Those are sometimes pretty good traits actually.

On the other hand this is probably part of what makes decisions hard cause they consider all these possible scenarios of how things might displease or cause harm to everyone involved.

Being able to naturally snap into Action Mode under stress looks a bit enviable from the outside, but I. assures me that it’s actually super stressful & exhausting, even for someone who doesn’t get to a point of just being unreasonably aggro at you.

Though even an extreme case like F.B. would probably claim that he ‘did the research’ even as he’s 1:1 quoting the Pope at you, and then saying that you ‘have to be respectful’ even if you don’t even believe in Christianity. Hence why you get a lot of authoritarians talking about “disrespect”. You didn’t “fail to obey”, you “disrespected the flag” or  “hurt the feelings of the Chinese people”. Because they’re still trying or inwardly thinking that they’re doing the consideritation & considering other’s PoV thing when they’ve long since crossed from respect and consideration into mindless obedience, all while still thinking that they’re very sceptical and discerning cause after all they really distrust the other political party or whatever.  

In a way you get this obsession with ‘mind control’ cause they’re not unaware of & very much looking to guard the blind spot. They’re adults trying to do adult things.

For example, if I voiced an opinion to F. B. which he didn’t like, his reaction was often to ask “who told you that”

That’s just how he seems to think opinions work, somebody tells them to you.

Makes one wonder how he thinks new opinions start.

Yeah - Nobody told me that. I concocted it myself in some corner of my head. And in the interest of objectivity, I should stress that you can also end talking out of your ass that way, if you’re not basing it on enough outside data. Making up new shit has more of a quadratic than a linear learning curve – at least with copying you get something semi-useful right away. In making up your own you might be really off a long time before you stumble on something useful.

Also, I was young at the time and it’s not wholly unreasobale to think that an inexperienced person might be duped. I reacted really badly in part cause he hit my own ego buttons cause I was of course proud of this epiphany that I had concocted by myself, and now he says (or so I perceived it, being sensitive to accusations of incompetence) that I’m too dumb to form an opinion, so of course I launched into full Obnoxious Reddit Dude Mode.

In I. It manifests more on a reasonable useful level like “Oh wait, should [young cousin] be on TikTok? I don’t want him to get sucked into some cultish BS.” which is at least something the parents should have on the radar/ warn him about even if they do let him use TikTok, because for all that it is vital for him to get his experience with independent socializing & experimentig with sel-presentation, people do sometimes get suckered into cults or goaded into unsafe tests of courage.

And in a sense… maybe they overamphasize it but to some extent they’re also simply consciously aware/ mindful of it. The rest of us are not immune to propaganda after all, solong as it’s presented in a way pleasing to our egos. Any type structure can become a ‘hook’ if you’re not careful.

[topazy]

Silent bloom

Pairing: Finn Collins/reader

Warnings: Mentions of smut, suicide.

Chapter: 1.04

You wake up to the sound of nearby voices chattering.

The sudden feeling of a hand brushing strands of hair out of your voice caused you to open your eyes.

Finn smiled down at you, "hey."

"Hi." You cleared your throat before sitting up. "What’s going on?"

"Take it easy, Daze," Finn said, frowning. You didn’t listen and felt a sharp pain from sitting upright. "I told you to take it easy."

"Because you’re always right?" You snapped. Letting out a deep sigh, you noticed Finn was still smiling. "Sorry... I’m just surprised to be waking up."

Finn moved the chair he was sitting in closer to you. "Do you remember what happened?" He asked, giving you a sympathetic look.

"Wells," you sobbed. "Charlotte... killed him. I tried to save him, but I couldn’t. She asked me not to tell anyone... Then everything went fussy. I’m guessing Charlotte got caught?" Finn nodded. "Good. She deserved to be punished."

"Bellamy found you outside. He went looking for you after he noticed you had never returned to camp." The information Finn shared took you aback. You didn’t think Bellamy would have noticed? Or cared. "I’m so sorry for everything that’s happened since we arrived down here. I have not been a great friend."

"It’s fine, I’ve been a little bratty. And for the record, I didn’t sleep with Murphy." You watched Finn’s face turn white. "You look like you’ve seen a ghost."

"While you were out, a few things transpired. Murphy was accused of murdering Wells and trying to kill you."

"What?" Sure, you had pissed Murphy off when you kicked him down the ladder, but you didn’t think he would have physically hurt you. "What happened?"

"Some others thought we should punish him for his crimes and decided to float him."

You could feel the tears building up. This wasn’t right, none of it was right. "But you stopped them? Clarke and Bellamy run this place. They wouldn’t have let that happen."

“Bellamy... he’s the one that kicked the crate out from underneath Murphy. We cut him down and Charlotte confessed to her crime, then Murphy tried to hunt her down. He held a knife to Clarke’s throat, so Charlotte jumped off a cliff. She killed herself, so we all stopped fighting."

"Or from guilt." You frowned, not having any sympathy for the young girl. "I know she was just a kid, but what she did was wrong. Anyway, what happened to Murphy? What rock has he crawled under?"

Finn’s brown eyes bore into yours. "We banished him. Bellamy almost beat him to death, so Clarke banished him as an alternative."

"Oh, I see." You didn’t like the way his face seemed to light up when he spoke about the blonde. Sure, she likely saved your life, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t be jealous.

"Can I ask you something?" He asked in a low voice.

"Yeah, anything." You answered while letting him caress your face with his hand.

"What happened to your eye?"

You pulled away from him. "Anything but that, I don’t want to talk about it. Ever.”

Finn opened his mouth to say something, but paused when Octavia entered the room.

"Beat it, spacewalker," Octavia said playfully. "I haven’t spoken to my only friend in days."

"Hey!" Jasper protested, entering the room behind her.

"Only girlfriend, there’s a difference!" The younger Blake said defensively.

You stopped paying attention to your friends, jokingly arguing as you stared at Finn. The more you looked, the more tired and deflated he looked. Your former best friend excused himself and left.

—

An hour later, it was just Octavia who was sitting by your side. Monty had come by to say hello, then went back to trying to contact the ark, and Jasper left when his stomach rumbled.

"I honestly can’t believe how much I’ve missed. I’m almost resentful." You laughed.

Octavia shoved your elbow with hers. "I’m jealous of how much sleep you got. But seriously, don’t ever get stabbed again. You made me worried."

You smiled, "I’ll try."

Octavia’s smile softened, "What went on with Finn?"

"Nothing." You shrugged at the skeptical look she was giving you. "He filled me in on what happened, but that was it.

"Did you guys date or something on the Ark? Because he screams clingy boyfriend."

You pout. "No, we never dated. We were good friends... but that stopped when he got arrested. And what do you mean by clingy?"

Octavia rolled her eyes. "He refused to leave, apart from the whole Murphy Charlotte thing. He listened to some dumb thing Clarke said about infection and wouldn’t let anyone get to close to you. Hell, he kept kicking Bell out."

Bellamy came to visit you? "I woke up to Finn brushing my hair out of my face."

Your comment caused Octavia to let out a loud laugh. You couldn’t help but join in. You laughed until it physically hurt your stomach. causing Clarke to come in and scorn you both in case the vibrations burst your stitches.

—

"You should go back to camp, it isn’t safe out here."

You glared at him. "I am aware of that Finn, but somebody needs to keep you out of trouble."

Scoffing, he attempted to storm away, but you stepped in front of him. You followed Finn into a bunker after he left the camp. With your stomach still in pain, you were slower than him. When you arrived at the bunker, you found Finn trashing it.

"Move."

"No. I’m not going anywhere and neither are you. If you go out there, the Grounders will find you and kill you!" You yelled in frustration.

Finn looked down at you, "I didn’t think you’d care if I died."

"What?" You asked hurt. "Of course I care, you stupid idiot! It’s you who stopped caring!"

Finn’s face was now a shade of red you’d never seen before. "What? I’ve always cared about you! I wouldn’t have sneaked out to be with you if I didn’t love you. I wouldn’t have shared my rations with you, I wouldn’t have covered for you, or missed you when you weren’t there if I didn’t care about you. Fuck Daze, all I wanted to do was be with you. We were best friends!"

"Then why did you choose her over me?"

"I didn’t." He answered in a softer voice.

"Yes, you did." You said as tears rolled down your face. "Finn, you got locked up for Raven."

Finn shook his head. "What was I supposed to do? Let her get floated? I would much rather be locked up for a few years than have Raven's death on me."

Oh. You didn’t realize Raven would have been floated? She never mentioned it on the ark. "I’m sorry, I understand you did it for someone you love. I was just angry I’d lost you, and I got jealous of how much you cared about her."

Finn pressed his forehead against your own. "I love you Daze, and for the record, I would have taken the blame for you. And I still do."

Finn pressed a soft kiss against your forehead, before kissing your nose. You looked up at him, lips parted slightly, knowing what you wanted. You wanted Finn to kiss you.

Cupping your cheeks, Finn leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. The feeling of electricity shot through your body. Finn reluctantly pulled back.

"I’m sorry, I should have asked first."

You wrapped your arms around his neck and tugged him down to you. The kiss was rougher, and more intense. Your lips only parted, so you could both catch your breath.

Finn had a look of hunger in his eyes, like a lion about to pounce on his prey. If you went any further, it would change your already fragile relationship. Maybe he didn’t want this? You were about to ask Finn what he was thinking when he kissed you again.

You pulled at his hair, deepening the kiss as you pushed Finn’s jacket off before throwing it across the room. Following your lead, he started to undress you. Pulling away from him, so he could lift your top over your head. Finn suddenly froze when you stopped down to your bra.

"Is something wrong?" You asked, confused.

He reached his hand out and held the object sitting above your bra. "You still wear it?"

You placed your own finger against the necklace. It was a small Daisy. Finn had made it out of metal and put it on a chain. It was a present for your twelfth birthday. "Yeah, I’ve never stopped."

Now Finn looked teary-eyed. "I really thought you hated me."

"I could never hate you. You’re my best friend." You said before leaning forward and kissing him again.

You quickly shimmed out of your jeans and underwear, as Finn did the same. He kissed your neck as one of his hands toyed with your bare breast. The coldness of his skin against yours caused goosebumps to appear. His other hand moved down your stomach and hips, stopping at the most sensitive area.

Finn kissed you once more before leaning back. "Are you sure you want this? It’s okay if you don’t."

You smiled at him. "I do. I want you, Finn. All of you."

With that, Finn began rubbing his thumb against your sensitive bundle of nerves, before inserting a finger. You let out a low moan as Finn started nipping and sucking at your neck. It would probably leave a mark, but you didn’t care. They would fade.

His lips brush against your ear. "Ready?"

You managed to moan out a ‘yes’ as Finn removed his fingers to line himself up. You gave him a reassuring nod. In one swift movement, he entered you.

At first, Finn was slow, then his thrust became faster as you found a rhythm. Moving his thumb across your sensitive area once more, you quickly found your release.

"Fuck." Finn’s movements began to become sloppier as he chased his own orgasm.

You hear Finn moaning your name as he comes, before rolling off you in a panting, swearing mess. He turned and looked at you, a smile spreading across his face, all of his earlier anger now gone. He pulls you closer, so your head is on his chest. "You are amazing, Daze."

"You’re not so bad yourself, Finnegan."

He chuckled at the nickname, his heart beating steadily against your ear. "I wish we could stay like this here."

You laughed at his comment. "We would drive each other crazy."

He squeezed you tighter. "I’m here. We will find something to keep us occupied."

You smiled at him. Feeling the tiredness taking over, you closed your eyes and fell asleep with Finn brushing your hair. Enjoying the rare moment of bliss.

Season one