#and sorry for the wait lol a couple of these stumped me for a minute

[thats-a-lot-of-cortisol]

2 & 3 from section 1 for peri and 7 from whichever section has a more interesting #7 for diodore -moss

oooh these are fun ones!

2. Describe their tent set-up (outside and inside) (Peri)

I think Peri's tent is constructed similarly to Gale and Astarion's (boxy, fabric walls, little covered area outside). Deep blue fabric w/ golden astronomical embroidery, mostly the sort of thing you see on star maps. Little golden tassles around the edges of the tarp (?) and the doorframe. He'd have a small, circular, dark wood side table short enough that you can use it sitting on the ground, and a dark blue pillow next to it; there would be some parchment and a bronze miniature astrolabe on the table. The inside would be just. full to the brim with the gaudiest night-sky-themed pillows you've ever seen. No bedroll, no palette, just a nest that would put those cube pits in trampoline parks to shame. There would be two bird perches for his familiar Medani: one taller one next to his tent and one shorter one under the overhang. The shorter one would have a crow-sized bow-tie hanging from it. Rugs on rugs on the outside area ofc. 3. What would their character quest be titled? Why? (Peri)

This is a hard one! His tav ending involves taking over the Waterdeep arm of the Harpers, so I think his arc would have something to do with that. He'd be pretty bitter about being dropped into another near-apocalyptic mess when dealing with the last one a few years prior was supposed to be a one-time thing. Something-something ptsd in a world that doesn't have the words for that yet, something-something 'once a hero always a hero', something-something the weight of responsibility...he's a planeswalker so I think part of it would be whether he decides to stay on Toril long-term and directly help rebuild the Waterdeep Harpers or if he continues to run travel around afterwards, so maybe The Far Traveller/The Far Walker?

Harpson/Fae-son are also potential options. "Fae-son" nods to him being a changeling without it being super obvious (like Astarion's "The Pale Elf"). It would also mimic his backstory reveals from RoT ("oh he's not 'from here' so, like, the Feywild" -> "OH he's not from here"). 7. Describe their arc. How would a player help resolve it? What choices can be made? Can your Tav be turned down a dark path, or pulled to a lighter one? (Diodore)

Buckle up because we're in for a long one here. I've thought about Dora's story arc a lot because she's the first of my tavs that I truly made for the game while having full control over her backstory, etc. (versus Corentin, who had their arc baked into the story as a durge). Dora's a paladin of Corellon (oath of ancients) and her story arc as a companion would have to do with whether or not she should accept capital-r-Redemption, the process by which a drow can be truly "freed" from Lolth and rejoin the ranks of the rest of elven society. It involves all of the Redeemed drow's memories being erased and them being reincarnated as a surface elf. The implication seems to be that without that, regardless of a drow's actions, they'd be thrown back to Lolth when they die? Or at least that their eternal fate is unknown (which is the way I prefer to think of it for. personal reasons). Under normal circumstances, Dora would be a long way from Redemption being presented to her at all (she's not even 200 yet and has only been on the surface for a couple decades), but like with the other gods' Chosen among the companions, near-apocalyptic circumstances tend to speed up those sorts of things.

Of course, you'd have the themes of faith & relationship with deity when they're all unequivocally real and are also mostly all assholes; maintaining or breaking generational cycles; facing the unknown; morality when none of your choices are "good" (and how that interacts with morality vs self preservation); power vs freedom; identity outside of the people who made you; etc. The choice would first be presented to her sometime in late Act I/early Act II, likely the first long rest after the group resurfaces from the Underdark and you've probably gotten some of her backstory already. I have no idea how Larian would have characterized Corellon, but he's considered one of the more benevolent/open-minded deities iirc, which could be interesting to see contrasted with Mystra, Vlaa'kith, and Shar. How much that open-mindedness would extend to a drow, even one who has been a faithful follower even before she escaped to the Surface (and who inherited that faith from her father), is unclear. At the beginning of the game she would be leaning towards accepting Redemption, despite her own misgivings about whether or not she would still be her in that case.

Her final decision (at the ending pier scene) would depend on the relationship she has with the PC and the other companions. Her best ending, imo, would be her not accepting Redemption but continuing to be a force for good. If she has a good relationship with the PC, she would have something to lose. I think seeing the House of Mourning would affect her too. After all, the thing Corellon is offering to her as a way to find peace is the same thing the Sharrans are using as a way to manipulate and control others.

She's viscerally aware of how she was socialized and very actively chooses "good", so pushing her towards a darker path would be incredibly difficult but not impossible. If you side with the goblins she'll leave immediately, and turn on you if she's in your party when you attack the grove. But if you decide to try and control the cult in Act II, depending on your over-all actions before then and how you've interacted with her, you could disillusion her to the point of convincing her to break her oath. That path would entail convincing her that controlling the cult is actually the best idea. I'm sure there would be other times that her oath could break that wouldn't necessarily lock her into an "evil" path, especially with how Oathbreakers are handled in the game. Knocking out Minthara instead of killing her outright and letting Auntie Ethel go in Act I instead of killing her are two things that come to mind.

If she doesn't choose Redemption she would be at the epilogue party, of course. I'm a bit undecided on what would happen if she does choose Redemption. She may not be there at all, w/ Jaheira, Halsin, Minthara, and/or Astarion mentioning running into her in her new, reincarnated state. Or she would be there, confused, and mention how the PC seems familiar in a way she can't quite place. In that case, she would ask them how they know each other and mention something about feeling a twinge of grief looking at everyone, but that she doesn't know why she feels that way. It would be up to the PC how much they tell her (if they tell her anything at all).

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 265: Tamaki What Did You Eat

Previously on BnHA: The heroes began their invasion of the Ol’ Villain Marriott. Down in the basement, Re-Destro was all “what’s going my fresh villain citizens, what a beautiful day, well I guess we should start that meeting” and they were all “WE’RE UNDER FUCKING ATTACK” and he made a face and I laughed. Class 1-B, Edgeshot, and Midnight then jovially killed some people, and then we cut to Dabi and Hawks! Hawks was all “sorry it has to be this way Bubaigawara but I’m gonna have to arrest you” and Twice got all Harry Potter in that one scene from the Prisoner of Azkaban movie, and then he did the thing, and fucking Hawks just fucking stood there and DID NOTHING. So now he’s gonna have to fight 100,000 Twices I guess, and meanwhile Dabi is running up the stairs on his way to intervene and somehow make things even more chaotic. Also either Hawks or Dabi thinks heroes are scum, and I’m still not clear on which. But basically it’s safe to say that angst is on the way, friends.

Today on BnHA: Tamaki turns into a horse. I have questions. Dark Shadow fights fucking Re-Destro and fucking destroys him in like two seconds flat, like holy shit whaaaaat. Then Tokoyami just hops on inside of Fatgum like a goddamn marsupial, and spends several pages like this, during which I completely can’t focus the entire time but I do remember that we learned that Machia won’t be joining the fight because he apparently only listens to Tomura, so that’s convenient I guess. Then we cut to Twice and Hawks (I literally typed out “Dabi and Hawks” just now and had to go back and change it, so you can see where my mind is at), and Hawks defeats Twice and is all “guess I’ve got no choice” and is seriously going to kill him (hahaha what the fuck), but then DABI FUCKING BURNS THE ENTIRE ROOM DOWN WITH EVERYONE IN IT WHILE LAUGHING AND THEN THE CHAPTER JUST ENDS. I feel like I just got slapped in the face.

so before we start, let me just mention that I got a ton of asks and messages about the whole “HERO SCUM” line, and I appreciate everyone keeping me up to date on the twists and turns of our wild little fandom lol. so as you all probably know, in Viz’s translation of the last page they had Dabi saying the line (“Twice, this isn’t your fault. as always... scummy heroes are to blame”). so naturally everyone was either like “whaaaaat!” or “I KNEW IT!!”, but then Caleb went and deleted his original tweet saying that it was Dabi, and replaced it with a new tweet, the gist of which was basically “I don’t fucking know either” and admitting he wasn’t an authority on the matter. so to sum everything up, we basically don’t know and will never know until the anime airs this in about three years’ time, or until the only man who can actually clear this up decides to stop drawing weird mushroom men for five goddamn minutes so he can clarify for us

anyway, so in the meantime it’s time to see who’s having angst this week! probably everybody! let’s just assume it’s everybody and save some time

ohooo so we finally get to see why they had Tamaki and Tokoyami in the vanguard, eh?

(ETA: gotta say, “you” is an awfully impersonal way to address someone whose entire body you are shortly going to stuff inside your little quirk papoose and tote around like a fanny pack.)

honestly this isn’t much of a mystery though lol. Tokoyami is obvious, and with Tamaki it’s probably because of his kraken thing if I had to guess

...excuse me sir is this leading where I think it’s leading

sir. Mister Gum, sir. please do not tell me you are actually about to lead these children into the building and down into the basement. first of all the thought of you and Tamaki in yet another basement is already giving me PTSD so no thanks. and second of all, ???!?!?!?!?! [gestures incredulously to the two children] ?!?!?!???? [emphatically taps my computer screen with the wiki page showing their respective ages] ???!?!?!?!?!?! [gestures wildly toward a picture of Gigantomachia I pulled up just now in a google search. yeah that’s right. Gigantomachia!! you all forgot about him didn’t you!! well guess who didn’t forget about him?? that’s right. so you’d better explain yourself right the fuck now, Fatgum. oh wait I’m still talking in action brackets whoops]

holy crap is Tokoyami giving orders lmao

well look at you. a general, huh? somebody must’ve told them about his little maneuver at the Battle of Taanab

so now some generic villain guys are all “HOW’D THEY FIND OUR SECRET PATH” and “WE MUST DEFEND IT” and I sure can’t wait to watch them get their asses kicked three panels from now

OH LORDY

EVERYONE TAMAKI HAS JUST TURNED INTO A HORSE. I IMMEDIATELY HAVE SEVERAL QUESTIONS, THE MOST PRESSING OF WHICH ARE (1) WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN TO HIS PANTS, AND (2) DOES THIS MEAN TAMAKI ATE A FUCKING HORSE. PLEASE STAY TUNED AS WE URGENTLY INVESTIGATE THESE NEW DEVELOPMENTS

lol and the cow horns too. why though. just completes the look I guess

loooooool he’s all “apologies, but please remain still” who are you, Tuxedo Mask??

LOOOOOOL

by the way, I almost skipped right past this, but the text says Tamaki will be a sidekick at the Fatgum agency starting “next year”, which presumably means “in a couple of weeks because the school year is about to end.” our boy is graduating! I’m so proud, and also really pissed off about Mirio all of a sudden, just throwing that out there. how much longer must his dreams be put on hold. where is the justice. man I need a minute

okay! anyway so now Tokoyami is just running into the basement alone!! hooooo boy. I know it’s dark down there and that’s presumably why they’re sending him of all people, but still. hooooooooo boy

ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS NO WAY

IS TOKOYAMI GOING TO TAKE ON FUCKING RE-DESTRO AND IS THIS REALLY HAPPENING AND WHY THE FUCK IS NIGHT ON BALD MOUNTAIN SUDDENLY PLAYING

KDSFLK;L’LLL

AM I IN THE RIGHT MANGA. DID DARK SHADOW REALLY JUST GROW NINETY FEET TALL AND START WRESTLING THE SAME FUCKING GUY WHO ALMOST* BROUGHT DOWN THE ENTIRE LEAGUE OF FUCKING VILLAINS

*except he didn’t, let’s be real. didn’t even come close. but still, on paper the hype looks real good!!

AND DO RE-DESTRO’S ROBOT LEGS SOMEHOW FUCKING CHANGE SIZE ALONG WITH HIM. CHALK ANOTHER ONE UP FOR THE MYSTERY BASKET. PUT YOU RIGHT NEXT TO “BUT FOR REAL THOUGH DID TAMAKI ACTUALLY EAT A FUCKING HORSE”

OOOOOF

LOL DETNERAT’S MERCHANDISE REALLY IS TOTAL SHIT. CAN’T EVEN HANDLE A LITTLE CLASH WITH A GIGANTIC SHADOW DEMON

by the way, check out that one guy in the bottom right corner who just totally doesn’t give the least of fucks. he’s fresh out. he wants to know how much longer this is gonna last so he can go home and get back to playing the new Animal Crossing. did you know they added a new crafting feature. can’t believe he’s stuck here at this boring meeting. this man genuinely doesn’t seem to be at all aware of anything that is currently happening around him and it’s amazing. added to the box of questions

oh man. I don’t quite understand what is happening now but I keep expecting Gigantomachia to just pop up out of nowhere any second and I can’t fucking stand it. Horikoshi please stop showing us these close-ups of destroyed walls

OH GOD OH GOD!!!

(ETA: what a casual fucking line implying that Tokoyami genuinely believed that there was nobody in THE ENTIRE LEAGUE OF PLIFF who stood a chance against his latest super move. don’t mind him everyone, he’s just been lowkey biding his time to become the strongest member of class 1-A offscreen while his loser classmates were having dramatic family dinners. how many High Ends could Dark Shadow take out I wonder. why did I suddenly get a mental image of Toko losing an arm only to sigh and nonsensically quote Shakespeare or some shit before wrapping Dark Shadow around the stump and getting back to the asskicking.)

NO TOKO NOT THE ANGRY BALD MAN, HE’S TALKING ABOUT SOMEONE ELSE!! OH FUCK OH FUCK

LMAO

:) :) :) can we maybe get my solemn bird son out of this fucking DEATH BASEMENT right the fuck now. can we do that, please

holy shit!?

:) :) :) I can’t decide whether I trust these panels or not. why is he so confident. does this mean Machia really will be sitting out the arc, or is a trap. help

(ETA: I guess it’s okay for now. ... dammit I’m still suspicious sob.)

also, Tokoyami’s “?!” face is the funniest thing I’ve ever seen though. the fact that he’s physically incapable of altering his expressions no matter what is true comedy gold here

NEVER MIND, THOSE WERE THE WORDS OF A CALLOW YOUTH WHO KNEW NOTHING OF TRUE COMEDY GOLD

WHAT A FOOL I WAS. PLEASE PARDON MY IGNORANCE. SO HERE WE HAVE TOKOYAMI’S MONOEXPRESSION BIRD HEAD STICKING OUT OF FATGUM’S JOLLY BELLY FOR NO REASON, WHILE FATGUM IS ALL “DON’T YOU FEEL LIKE WE’RE KICKING TOO MUCH ASS AND SOMETHING TERRIBLE IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN”, AND SOME OTHER POOR GUY WITH SCISSORS HANDS IS JUST LYING THERE DEAD IN THE BACKGROUND. MY GOD. I’M IN AWE OF THIS

dfkjkjk oh noooo

“does this young man amuse you,” Horikoshi says as he darkly pencils in the disturbingly concave shadows of Fatgum’s ridiculous fucking quirk. “are his ‘magnificent fellow’ bird antics pleasing for you to watch. I guess it sure would be a shame if I gave him some... angst”

but for real y’all I genuinely can’t take this at all seriously when Tokoyami’s head is still stubbornly and persistently poking its way out of Fatgum like a goddamn baby kangaroo in every fucking panel

we are entering another Tokoyami+Hawks mentor flashback and this is still all I can think about. why is he even in there. why is any of this happening. Tokoyami really just flung Re-Destro into a wall and then climbed inside of Fatgum feet-first so they could run along to freedom. just fucking ensconced himself. do you think it’s cozy in there. do you think Aizawa would fall asleep

hey Toko please stop having ominous thoughts about my other bird son

have you ever heard of an announcer jinx. “now here’s a guy who the fans have loved since the moment he was first introduced. and if you look at the stats, fourth place in his first popularity poll, which was taken only ten chapters after his introduction. heck, he’s so popular they even went and gave him a role in the second movie even before he appeared in the anime! it’s undeniable that this young man has a bright future ahead of him, Al.” now you listen here. I don’t at all like where this is headed and it needs to stop right now

anyway so of course on that note we are cutting back to Hawks

so we’ve confirmed that Hawks has his hands full just melting all of the new clones as they come, and doesn’t have the speed or the excess feathers (or the conviction? :|) to go after the original and put a stop to all this

or you could just ignore everything I say ever because immediately on the next page Horikoshi is all “actually he’s winning lol”

anyway but it sure would be a shame if someone were to run in and set you on fire right about now. that probably sounds sarcastic but it actually would be really bad lol please don’t set Hawks on fire

(ETA: motherfucker. goddamn. fucking --)

and now Hawks is making clones of his fellow League buddies oh shit!! but right when I was about to scroll down I noticed that Hawks is carrying some sort of recording device?? or communications device?? in his hand very conspicuously in that last panel? and so what is going on here, exactly?

oh shit and never mind about those LoV clones

that’s all well and good Hawks, but I need you to please just be very cautious and aware and proactive about not catching on fire okay. watch your six

oh my god oh my god

“now here’s a guy whose rise in popularity was unexpected but just a real pleasure to watch. he just really cares about his friends.” “you said it; he really came into his own a couple arcs back. twenty-third in the most recent poll, and the fans all love him.” fffffff Hawks isn’t a killer Hawks isn’t a killer, I can’t hear you lalala

LA LA LA

maybe... he’ll just... punch a small hole through one of his lungs... ...

...

or... a large hole... ... ,,,

oh THANK GOD he’s jumping on top of him. so clearly he’s fine because Shounen Rules. that’s right, this is a manga where Toga survived blowing up from the inside out and Jeanist survived being murdered and stuffed into a tote bag. (right??) why am I so tense I hate this!!

HEY WHAT IS THIS

or you could just KNOCK HIM OUT??? ?????!??! did they not teach you that in peewee assassin league?! Hawks

I DON’T LIKE THIS I DIDN’T SIGN UP FOR THIS!!

STOP SHOWING US TWICE’S SAD THOUGHTS YOU BASTARD NO I DON’T LIKE THIS YOU’RE GOING TO MAKE ME CRY SO STOP!!

GODDAMMIT HORIKOSHI I FUCKING HATE YOU

“HERE’S A SERIES OF PANELS WITH TWICE CRYING AND THINKING ABOUT TOGA WHILE HAWKS HOLDS A FUCKING KNIFE RIGHT ABOVE HIS EYE,” HORIKOSHI SAYS WHILE IGNORING EVERYTHING I SAY AND DISABLING ALL COMMENTS ON HIS TWITTER, PROBABLY. WOW I JUST LOOKED IT UP AND APPARENTLY YOU CAN’T DO THAT? DAMN, TWITTER REALLY SUCKS, BUT ANYWAY

FINE THEN DABI YOU CAN SET HIM ON FIRE!!

JOKE’S ON YOU ASSHOLES, YOU CAN’T HURT ME IF I CAN’T SEE THE LAST PAGE OF THE CHAPTER THROUGH ALL MY TEARS

FUCK

[SLAMS HANDS ON TABLE] THE FUCK WAS THAT

DON’T YOU EVEN DARE, HORIKOSHI. I DON’T WANT TO HEAR ANY “BUT YOU GAVE HIM PERMISSION”, COME THE FUCK ON, YOU AND I BOTH KNOW THAT DIDN’T MEAN SHIT AND I WAS LIABLE TO CHANGE MY MIND YET AGAIN ONLY A PAGE LATER AS PER USUAL! WHAT SORT OF TWISTED MIND WOULD DECIDE THAT THE ONLY WAY TO SAVE TWICE WAS TO SET THE ENTIRE ROOM ABLAZE AND THEN HAVE DABI GLEEFULLY STOMP ON HAWKS’S FACE. WHAT KIND OF SICK MONSTER WOULD DREAM THIS UP. THIS ISN’T HOT AT ALL. HOW DARE YOU

ALSO WTF DABI, “HERE I COME TO RESCUE TWICE” WHILE BURNING HIM ALIVE AS WELL, JESUS CHRIST THESE FUCKING TODOROKIS I SWEAR TO GOD. DID YOUR BRAIN CELLS CATCH FIRE TOO

I CAN’T BELIEVE I WAITED ALL WEEK IN A FUCKING LOCKDOWN FOR THIS SHIT. THIS CHAPTER WAS A FUCKING TRAIN WRECK, AND I DON’T KNOW IF I WANT TO THANK ITS STUPID CONDUCTOR, OR PUNCH HIM IN THE FACE. it’s not the manga we need, but it’s the one we deserve. I guess

[ener-chi]

Much has happened today. 

Soo first off... in regards to my last journal post, I’ve made some progress. I had my suspicions, and they’ve been confirmed; the white-haired lady that was in that starry-place is actually someone that I work with. She’s a Fae... and she’s “kind of” related to Prince. It’s complicated; but we started working together not too long ago. I guess this is why.

I went back to the realm, and C showed me a bunch of different things. They weren’t visions, per say... I wasn’t viewing them, but rather experiencing them. Normally, I see things like I’m watching from an outside perspective looking in, but this time I was directly experiencing it. It was... insane honestly, I’m still not sure what to make of it. Here are my notes:

She told me to "Stop thinking. Just do."

That was the theme of this session. It was told to me over and over and over… and… it worked.

I went through the gates… and then was kind of sucked into darkness… I didn't know what to expect… Then I felt her grab on to my hand… And we were walking towards some light… like reaching the end of a tunnel…

We come out… and into a wonderful forest grove… it was so green… it was like… mid-morning… quiet… a little bit of rustling of leaves…

We walked along some natural-made path… and then we rounded a bend, and came to a circular clearing, with a tree stump in the middle… and I immediately starting crying… in real life too…

I immediately recognized this place… I've been here before… it's that tree… that makes me cry… and I'm not sure why…

I sat at it's base and wept…

Then I pulled myself together and asked C why she brought me here. She told me to not think, but to feel.

So I did. I felt… a strong connection to the tree. I felt myself in it. And then I had a vision.

A violent, violent storm. A wind like nothing I've never seen before, whipping through the forest. I see the tree; this time, in it's full form. It's tall, it's magnificent. I feel it's pride, and splendor.

A crack of lightning shoots down… strikes the tree… it doesn't ignite it… but that, with the fierce winds… the tree cracks… and falls over…

I feel its' shock… and then it's pain… and then its' sadness… it had so much pride in its' form and power and influence… and it was splintered…

I wept with this tree… as I returned to the grove… I comforted it… even though it's not in its' full form… it's influence on this place is still mighty… it is still the protector of this place…

At this point we leave…

I have another experience…

We go through another tunnel… and I come out in a bustling city…

The noises of cars and the busy city life fill the air… I'm walking along the side-walk… at first… I found it odd that there were no people around… or walking on the sidewalk… and then I realize that there are, actually… but they are just translucent…

I continue walking… I come to an intersection with a red light, and wait…

At this point, I had to kind of… get a right feel for what happens next. I have to go through it a couple of times, with C repeating to me to "Not think. Just do."

So the light turns green and the walk sign appears. I start to cross the street, and a truck whizzes by. I dodge it, heart pumping, and then another car comes behind me and hits me…

The next thing I know I’m lying on my back on the street, mangled… I see people surrounding me… I hear sirens… I black out…

Also, at this point I notice that I'm not actually "me." I'm a… young man, maybe early to mid twenties… black hair, taller and more slender than I am. A different person.

ANYWAYS

I have a foggy, flickering memory of me, in a hospital gurney… I'm being rushed by a couple different staff… I look up and see one of the worried faces… they look down and see me… they adjust the mask on my face… reach down… and blackness again…

I wake up in a hospital bed. My legs are up in those sling thingies. I'm pretty bandaged up… but all I really feel is… foggy… it takes a minute for me to process where I am…

A nurse is at my side, and I'm shortly joined by a doctor. He walks in and asks how I'm doing. I ask him what happened. He asks me what I remember about the accident… I tell him that I remember being hit… but the rest of the details are blurry. He says that I have multiple fractures, as well as some other internal injuries. He says that I'm lucky to be alive. I ask him about recovery. He says that I'll probably be in the hospital for a couple of weeks… but as for the recovery, probably at least 6 months at home. He then says to ring a nurse if I need anything; he'll be back later. He leaves, and so does the nurse.

Then a woman enters the room. Tall, long, curly black hair. I recognize her, and a warm feeling of love fills me.

She joins me at my side. Tells me that she's glad to see me. She says that I must be hungry, and offers me a drink. I gently drink from a straw; it's some kind of juice, kind of tastes like mango and something else. Man it was delicious!

I ask her who she is; I have some sort of connection with her, but I'm not sure who. (This is me - Zach - not knowing who she is). "Oh sweetheart," she says, kissing me on the forehead. "I'm your mother."

We talk for a little while longer, and then she leaves. I feel nauseous and dizzy… I throw up, and then ring a nurse, who rushes in. She quickly starts cleaning me up, and reaches down and adjusts the pain meds on my IV… things go black again… anddd it's over

I ask C what the point of that one was. She said that I'm starting to "see" things. That is the point. That I begin to see and to experience. I guess that's okay.

At this point I ended up ending the session because I had school stuff to do, but I went back later:

I entered the scene, and found myself walking briskly down a school hallway. I looked down at myself… I was wearing a fancy school uniform… my (what I would consider) fancy watch showed that I was late. I walked faster, eventually breaking into a run, turning and going upstairs before entering a classroom.

The teacher was calling roll… my name was called just as I walked in. I got some chuckles and snickers as I did. She just looked up at me with some kind of glance, then continued. She then asked everyone to pull out their books for the lesson.

After class, as everyone was filing out, she stopped me with her meterstick and asked me to stay for a moment.

She asked me why I was running late so often. It's been happening too often… and if it continues, there's going to have to be disciplinary consequences.

I looked down, bashfully…

"Sorry, Ms… I just… on the way to school, I pass by a lady and her two kids… they always appear to be starving… so I give them my lunch. That's why I’m late"

The teacher looks at me in surprise… then suspiciously… "That's very noble of you… if the story is true… but I guess now that I think of it, I haven't seen you bring or eat lunch for a couple of weeks now."

"Yeah… but I don't mind. I can just eat when I get home from school."

She smiles.

"Well… I suppose if this is the reason, then it's acceptable for you to be running late a few times. But perhaps there is another way that you can help those people; a growing boy needs his lunch, after all."

"Yes, Ms. Thanks Ms."

I run off… scene ends…

There was more, the notes are kind of incoherent lol. Very interesting! Things kind of took a big turn for me spiritually; honestly I’m not surprised lol but I never expected stuff like this to happen. I’m very curious and excited, and I will continue working with it.

That’s it for now. I hope that everyone has a great night!

Blessings!

[walviemort]

hidden blessing (1/?)

Summary: Killian thought the only thing he was left with after Milah's death was a broken heart and a thirst for vengeance. It's not until he gets to Storybrooke, after so many years spent in stasis, that he discovers something else: he's carrying her child. How does this new, tiny blessing change his path? (Canon-divergent from 2x12.) 

rated T | AO3 | 2.7k

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, @sherlockianwhovian​!!!! Here it is: that random idea I sent to you a few months ago and we had a crazy conversation about. I’ve been picking at it here and there ever since and today seemed like a good day to start posting. I hope you have a beautiful day, darling, even with all the craziness in the world! (General note: this will mostly follow canon, but may jump around a bit. And will be updated whenever I get to it, lol.)

With the heaviest of hearts, Killian watched as the body of his darling lover—and part of his soul—dropped to the depths of the sea. A significant part of him wanted to join her, but he knew that’d be a disservice to her memory. 

So instead, he led his crew to Neverland to bide their time until he could find a way to destroy his crocodile. Aside from a handful of ventures into the Enchanted Forest and other realms, they spent close to a century in the ageless realm. 

When they finally left Neverland for good, it was only a couple of weeks until he was again put in stasis by the Dark Curse. Once time unfroze, he got anxious as the months ticked by and they couldn’t leave, but Cora assured him—“Time still hasn’t started to move here, not really; we’re just not frozen in place. You’ll still have your pretty face once the curse breaks.”

And when it did, everything seemed to run faster. Was it really only a matter of days from the time the curse broke, to meeting Swan, to their adventure (and her subsequent betrayal) on the beanstalk, to fighting at Lake Nostos, to landing in Storybrooke? No wonder he was nauseous once they’d docked in the sleepy town. 

He figured a night of rest would send that away, but it lingered in the following days, even while enacting Cora’s plan and finally, finally starting to seek his revenge. Though the rounds of abuse suffered at the hands of the Dark One and his librarian lover certainly didn’t help. 

He got the last laugh, though, with his pistol. Watching the Crocodile’s panic at the realization his love didn’t know him filled him with glee—even if he was in pain a minute later after being thrown by the heavy metal coach. 

So it wasn’t much surprise when, hours later as he woke in the infirmary, everything hurt, including his stomach. 

“Good morning, Hook,” a man said a bit later. “I’m the doctor looking after you; name’s Whale. You took quite a hit there.”

The blonde man looked as haggard as he felt; Killian recognized a hangover when he saw one. But he only eyed the man warily and let him continue. 

“Nothing too serious happened, and you’re lucky. Ribs heal, but we’ll have to be careful not to do anything to hurt the baby.”

Killian blinked. Baby? What? He wasn’t expecting. “Beg your pardon, mate?” he asked, voice a bit rough with disuse. “What baby?”

Whale seemed surprised. “Your baby; the one you’re pregnant with right now. You didn’t know?”

Cold fear washed over Killian; he couldn’t be, could he? “Is this some kind of joke?” he bit out angrily. 

“It’s not; we checked your blood before giving you any pain medication. You know you’re capable of carrying children, right?”

“Aye,” he confirmed; all men in his family had a womb, so he knew it was possible. “But I haven’t lain with anyone in at least a century.” Not since his last night with Milah—though, as he recalled vividly, the situation was right for him to conceive. 

The doctor thought about it for a moment, then asked, “If it’s been that long, then how are you still here as a healthy young man?”

“I’ve been in Neverland; time doesn’t move there,” he explained. “As well as a handful of other situations that left me in stasis.”

“Well, that’s it, then,” the doctor said. “If your body wasn’t aging, neither was the fetus. But now that you’re here, that kid is finally getting the chance to grow.” 

The man continued to drone on about the biology behind everything, but the only thing Killian could focus on anymore was the fact that he was pregnant—with Milah’s child. A child she’d never know. Yet another thing the Crocodile had taken from them. 

Anger threatened to wash over him again, but then a quick wave of nausea brought him back down and found him instead staring at his midsection. He tried to place his hand on it, but found it was cuffed to the side of the bed. So instead, he put his bare stump over it, a rush of paternal feelings rising within. 

He wasn’t sure how his blood had confirmed it, but once he’d heard the words, something just clicked and he knew it to be true. He was going to be a father. And suddenly, he didn’t want anything else.

“Hook, did you hear any of that?”

Killian blinked and looked back up at the doctor. “Afraid not.”

Whale sighed. “Okay, I’ll say the important parts again: we want to do an exam to make sure everything is okay with your baby, given the number of hits you’ve taken over the last few days. Does that sound alright?”

“I suppose so, yes.” If anything, he was curious about this realm’s medicine and how it worked. But if it enabled him to ensure the well being of his child, then he’d do it without hesitation; he’d likely done enough to risk their health. 

“Alright; I’m headed into surgery, but someone from the OB-GYN will be around later. Rest up until then.”

He didn’t know what those letters meant, but nodded his assent and the doctor left. Which meant he was alone—but not really, apparently. 

He glanced back down at his still-flat stomach. At first, he was filled with shame at not knowing that new life was growing within him; goodness, the things he’d done in the past decades. Hell, the past month. He’d have to curb that immediately, assuming he hadn’t done any damage already.

Gods, he couldn’t live with himself if he had. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered. Though he was sure the babe couldn’t hear him, it helped to say it out loud. “If I had known, I would have been so much more careful. But from now on, I promise to do whatever I can to keep you safe. Always.”

His mind grew fuzzy not long after and he drifted off; it was no surprise that he dreamed of holding a small child in his arms. They had bright blue eyes and curly hair that seemed to change color on a whim, from black to red to blonde. They were darling and precious and he couldn’t wait to meet them.

Until something pulled him from his dreams, and he was suddenly aware of another presence in the room. He blinked, winced at the various maladies all over his body, and was finally able to focus; Emma was sitting on the edge of his bed.

Emma; he’d forgotten about her for a bit there. (Understandably.) She looked pissed, which didn’t surprise him, but just as fierce as ever. Something stirred somewhere else—thankfully not his stomach, for once—and the attraction to her that he didn’t fully understand came back. He was torn between wanting to bed her and fight her. (Maybe both?)

She set the tone immediately, though. “Where's Cora?” she asked sternly.

He tried to sit up, preferring to have a confrontation at the same eye level, but first the cuff stopped him, and then his sore ribs did. “Damn, that hurts,” he hissed.

Emma stood and hovered over him. “Told you. You cracked a few ribs. Where's Cora?”

She was all business, but she was no match for his well-honed deflection skills—or flirtatious front. “You look good, I must say, all "Where's Cora?" in a commanding voice. Chills,” he added salaciously. It was fun to get a rise from her.

She just raised her eyebrow, unamused. “You have all sorts of sore places I can make you hurt.” without warning, she lunged forward, aiming for his ribs; instinctively, he brought up his left arm to protect both them and his baby. She didn’t connect, but clearly wasn’t afraid of using physical torture methods; in that instant, he knew—he wasn’t about to tell her, or anyone else, about the baby just yet; not if they could use it against him.

She pulled back and he relaxed, but the ache was renewed. Sighing, he told her, “I've no idea where Cora is. She has her own agenda.” And it was true; he hadn’t seen the witch since she placed the cloaking spell on his ship. “Let's talk about something I am interested in: my hook.” He felt slightly naked without his prosthesis. “May I have it back? Or is there another...attachment you'd prefer,” he tossed back, eyes glancing down his body. If he couldn’t physically defend himself, he could at least annoy her until she left. (Though he wouldn’t complain if she took him up on the offer.)

Emma rolled her eyes, of course. “You're awfully chipper for a guy who just failed to kill his enemy, then got hit by a car.”

“Well, my ribs may be broken, but everything else is still intact, which is more than can be said for all the other bad days I've had,” he said, gesturing with his stump. “Plus I did some quality damage to my foe.” 

“You hurt Belle.”

“I hurt his heart. Belle is just where he keeps it. He killed my love. I know the feeling.” Even further reason to keep his child far away from anyone who could hurt them.

Emma gave him a wry, insincere grin, and bent over him to come closer. “Keep smiling, buddy. He's on his feet, immortal, has magic, and you hurt his girl. If I had to pick dead guy of the year, I'd pick you.” And without another word, she turned and left.

He sighed and gently placed his stump back over his stomach; he hadn’t wanted to do that in front of Emma, lest it give her any ideas—male pregnancy was rare, but not unheard of, and he didn’t know how much she knew of the magical realms yet. But the encounter proved one thing: the number of people he could trust in this town was small, possibly nonexistent. 

And only reinforced that his child wouldn’t truly be safe until Rumplestiltskin was out of the picture completely.

Gods, he’d only known about the babe for a matter of hours and already had recentered his life around him or her. It wasn’t the first time he’d done that, of course, but still—it took him by surprise.

He dozed off again for an unknown period of time until a soft knocking woke him. “Oh, sorry; didn’t know you were asleep,” a timid-looking man said. He had white hair and glasses and was of short stature, looking altogether unthreatening—but the machinery he pushed on a small cart was completely foreign to Killian. “I’m Doc, the obstetrician.”

“The what?” was all Killian could say.

“I’m here to check on the baby.”

“Oh!” Killian exclaimed, and tried again to sit up, only to fail again.

“Here; let me.” The doctor rushed to the side of Killian’s bed and pressed something, making the top half of the bed lift as if by magic. 

“How did you do that?” Killian asked, trying to peer over the rail without causing further injury.

“It’s all mechanical; I can show you later. But first: can you tell me when you think you conceived?”

“Um, about 130 years ago, if my arithmetic is correct.”

The doctor dropped his pen as soon as he’d picked it up. “Beg your pardon?”

Killian explained again his history with Neverland, and Doc was well aware of the magical happenings since then, having been equally cursed. Killian also told him what he knew about his ability to carry children, though it wasn’t much, seeing as his father refused to and his brother never got the chance. “All I know is the woman has to be on top,” he summarized.

“Got it,” Doc answered, though clearly embarrassed a bit. “Well, given that this is as new to me as it is to you, I’m going to have to do some poking around in some...personal places. Is that alright?”

“Don’t have much choice, do I?”

“No, sorry; but I’ll be gentle.”

The doctor was true to his word, carefully examining Killian’s stomach and private areas and proclaiming that everything appeared to look good.

But then he picked up a wand-like device that appeared to be attached to the machine he’d brought with him, and started fiddling with the contraption. “What’s that?” Killian had to ask.

The doctor was blushing; this couldn’t be good. “Well, uh,” he stammered, clearly not sure how to explain it; Killian subconsciously wrapped his arm around his stomach a bit tighter. “It’s a machine that lets us see inside the womb; there are a couple different kinds here, but this one is a little more...invasive.”

The fact that such a device existed was incredible to Killian, but he quickly put two and two together. “Does that...thing...go inside me?”

“I’m afraid it does.”

“Bloody hell. Is it necessary?”

“Given what you’ve gone through, and that we’re not really sure how far along you are, it is.”

Killian sighed dramatically, but he could tell it was important. “Go ahead.”

While he knew worse lay ahead, he sincerely hoped to not have to go through anything so awkward as that examination. “Just look at the screen,” Doc said, trying to keep him calm; but the space on the machine only showed nondescript black and gray blurs at first. The feeling of the device within him was not pleasant, either, but finally, Doc proclaimed “Ah! There it is! Hear that?”

The oddest noise filled the room from the machine; Killian had no description for it. “What is that?”

“That’s your baby’s heartbeat, and look—there it is on the screen.”

It didn’t look like much, but Killian had to admit—there was something vaguely humanoid about the blob-like images on the screen.

“That’s the head, and the spine, and there’s the legs.”

Killian had to tilt his head to make sense of it, but it started to take shape. “Does it not have arms?”

Doc chuckled. “It does; we just can’t see them right now. Based on that image, I’d put you at about 11 weeks along.”

“You can tell from that? And what does that even mean?” He’d never heard of measuring pregnancy like that; he knew it took a certain number of months, but most people just estimated. The fact that they could narrow it down so much was astonishing—and made him realize how little he knew about what was to come.

Thankfully, Doc explained everything as he removed the device and cleaned up, and they were able to estimate a due date; he also recommended coming in regularly for appointments to track the progress of the child’s growth, which Killian wasn’t sure would be necessary, but he agreed in order to placate the doctor. 

The machine made some more weird noises and spat something out, which Doc took and handed to Killian. “Here; you can keep that.” It was the picture from the screen; goodness, this realm was proving to be a technological marvel. He wanted to take it but, again—handcuffs. “Oh, I’ll put it on the table then,” Doc said, and started to, but Killian couldn’t risk anyone seeing it.

“No, don’t—if you know where my coat ended up, can you put it in there? I...I don’t want anyone knowing just yet.”

“I understand,” Doc answered with a small smile. “It’s in the closet over here.”

As he put it away, Killian added, “I can trust your discretion, yes?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Thank you.”

Doc finished gathering his things and headed towards the door. “Oh, and Captain—one more thing.”

“Yes?”

“Congratulations.”

Killian tried, but couldn’t hide his smile. “Thank you.”

He was going to be a father—a father to a child that was, by some miracle, the product of he and the woman he’d loved above all else. He didn’t consider himself a lucky man, but thanked the gods that they’d seen fit to bless him just this once. 

And he fell asleep once more, knowing that—for the first time in so many years—he had something worth living for other than his revenge.

----------------------------------------------------------------

thanks for reading! and be sure to send some birthday love to Leanne! tagging a few others: @cocohook38​ @ashley-knightingale​ @jennjenn615​ @wyntereyez​​ @superadam54​

[ask-emilz-de-philz]

FANFICTION BY: ''You know who you are ; ))'' AU: #actorAU PAIRING: MIKHAIL x ARCHER (aka HS!AU Adult Emilio's actor and HS!AU Adukt Abel's actor) RATED SPG HAHAHAH (( no really so those under 17 y/o look at sommin else hahah))

((A/N: The moment I saw Mikhail and Archer my brain immediately made this story up. Sorry if they’re OOC or something, it’s only been a few times that Mikhail appeared and Archer only appeared once so far. It might be a lil steamy for some, but I really tried to tone it down I promise ����))

((Milo’s here too, sorry again if he’s OOC 😅))

—-

On a shooting for a special limited edition blu-ray release, a very intense kiss scene between the couple, Emilio and Abel.

Archer softly moaned in between the kisses, “M-Mi….” he gets interrupted everytime by a very excited Mikhail, who noticed that Archer is already calling out his name, and not his character’s name. Mikhail shut his mouth by deepening the kiss and caressing his back, hands slowly inching its way lower and lower. Archer tightened his embrace. Mikhail lifted him up and put him on the table. Archer squeaked in surprise, but did not move his lips away. Archer subconsciously raised his legs and crossed them together, making Mikhail even closer than before.

Mikhail, caught up in the passion, breathily spoke while his lips were on the other man. “I love you, A–”

The director yelled, “Cut!”

The lively crew applauded and began to talk about how hot the scene was, and all that crap that Mikhail could care less about. They were too caught up in their conversation that it would take some time for them to remember the two actors who were still glued together.

The instant Mikhail heard the cue, he backed away reluctantly, grudgingly. Anyway, it was not the right situation to confess, better do it when they’re off camera, in private, as Archer and Mikhail, not as Abel and Emilio. He smirked when he noticed that Archer moved a little bit forward, as if to chase after him, but stops and blushes all the way to his ears when he realized what he’s doing. “G-good work,”

Mikhail looks down at Archer, whose gaze remained on the floor. They were still a bit out of breath, and Mikhail relished the heat. He took in Archer’s scent, the red flush on his soft cheeks, his teary eyes still glazed with desire. Mikhail shivered in arousal, licking his slightly swollen lips that were still wet.

Mikhail couldn’t resist. He carried Archer up again, with the excuse of helping him get down, and subtly kisses his neck that even Archer doubted whether it was intentional or accidental.

“Good work.” Mikhail spoke lowly beside Archer’s ear, and he enjoyed watching Archer’s cute little ears tremble from his voice.

‘So cute, so sexy. He’s like this because of me. I want to see him like this everyday.’ No one, not even Archer who was the closest in proximity to him, noticed Mikhail’s warm gaze on Archer. The people who knew Mikhail personally would hardly describe him as a good person. Just like the dragon on his body, he was known to be cold and ruthless, especially to 'pests’. However, they couldn’t deny that Mikhail was fiercely loyal, and that once he considers you one of his people, he will surely protect you.

Even so, if they saw how Mikhail looked at Archer, as if he were a man lovingly watching his cherished lover, they would probably wonder if they needed a prescription from an optometrist. Mikhail did have a few friends, people he would always protect, but none that he treated so preciously. Because Mikhail was cold. Mikhail was ruthless. Just like the dragon on his body.

Alas, the dragon found his one and only Treasure.

It would be a mistake to consider the Treasure his weakness; rather, if there was anyone thoughtless or brazen enough to harm or steal his Treasure, they would be touching upon his reverse scale.

His Treasure seemed to be a bit afraid of him, but that’s okay - everyone was. Mikhail will just have to slowly but surely creep into his heart, and by the time Archer notices that he’s in love with him, he’ll be ready with a ring.

Noticing his gaze, Archer, who had been reading the script, turned to Mikhail and asked, “What is it, Mikhail?” he said with a polite [read: nervous] smile. After that intense kiss scene from back then, Archer seemed to be more nervous around Mikhail, yet at the same time more defenseless.

Mikhail chuckled, thinking to himself, 'Ah, I’ve got a long way to go.’ but he replied without missing a beat, “Just admiring the view. It’s beautiful.”

Archer blushed and buried his face in the script. “Thanks.” He said it in such a quiet voice that if Mikhail didn’t have better hearing than the average man, he would have failed to hear the next words: “You too.”

Mikhail’s eyes wided before he laughed, which made Archer even more flustered. 'Maybe not so long after all.’

While Mikhail was busy planning how to make Archer his wife, Archer was lost in his thoughts. 'Geez, I got swept up by Mikhail’s pace again! Archer, you have got to be strong, don’t be swayed by his sweet words, his thoughtful gestures, his warm eyes, his k-kisses….. AAAAHHHHH STOP THINKING ABOUT HIM!’ Archer scolded himself for being too easily swayed.

Despite the chaos in his head, he still managed to maintain an unperturbed, gentle expression. 'Well, it’s not that I’m easy,’ Archer thought. 'It’s just that it’s hard not to love Mikhail.’ All of a sudden, he sighed as the excitement rapidly drain from him. 'Whatever, Archer. Don’t feel down, it’s just a crush. He wouldn’t like me in that way.’

——

A point in time after their marriage.

“What do you want.” Mikhail grumbled. It’s late. There were hardly any cars on the road, but Mikhail was still careful as he drove. He figured the phone call would help keep his focus, otherwise his thoughts would just go back to the man waiting for him at home.

The voice on the phone chuckled. “Why, can’t I just be a nice senior checking up on my junior? How’s the married life, Mr. Grumpy?”

Mikhail had no patience for nonsense. “If you’re calling for such a stupid reason, I really should have cut off your tongue and fed it to the pigs.”

“Oh my, how cruel! You still can’t let that incident go? Even your wife didn’t mind, how petty of you.”

That man was getting on his nerves. How could it be possible to hear his smirk through a call?

But….. hearing people refer to Archer as his wife……

“What, were you that happy I called him 'your wife’? Haha, how adorable!” Milo teased.

“Shut your trap, pretty boy. What do you really want?” Oh how he wished he could sew Milo’s mouth shut.

“Well, I’m just letting you know about that one time I visited your shooting….”

… … …

'There was such a thing?’ Mikhail didn’t even remember. He grinned, thinking of a good idea. 'Well, I should make up for that…. right?’

When he opened the door, the lights were still on. Archer was snuggled up in blankets on the sofa while reading his script. An empty cup and a pen were on the table.

Mikhail embraced his wife from behind the sofa, “Hey babe, I’m home.”

Archer jolted in surprise, taking off his headphones as he looked behind. “Mikhail! Welcome home, dear. Would you like me to heat up dinner? Or would you rather take a bath first?”

“I prefer the third choice.” Mikhail gave his wife a kiss. It was the beginning of his 'compensation’.

Archer was a bit flustered, but he was used to it. Mikhail was unexpectedly clingy, and even after getting married, he was still the same devoted and loving husband.

“You know that you’re the only one for me right?” Mikhail used his ultimate weapon: whispering lowly right beside the ears.

“Ah, hm, yes, um, you want dinner? I’ll prepare dinner!” Archer hurriedly escaped to the kitchen, wondering what got his husband riled up.

Had Archer looked back, he would have realized from the look on Mikhail’s face that the 'dinner’ would be thoroughly eaten up tonight.

The couple woke up at noon the next day. Thankfully, they both had the next few days off. It was Mikhail’s turn to cook because Archer was still in bed. It was rather difficult for him to get up due to their 'dinner’.

Archer got a call from a person he didn’t expect, but wanted to talk to.

“Good afternoon Mr. Grumpy’s little wifey~”

“Milo! Why did you say that to him?” Archer rebuked, though it could hardly be considered an angry tone.

“What? That you were jealous when a young and bold crew member was blushing and hovering around Mikhail like a high school student in love?” Milo made an effort to sound innocent, as if the culprit wasn’t him.

“I-I wasn’t even–” Archer’s cheeks flushed. He really wasn’t jealous! He even told Milo how cute that girl was around her idol, Mikhail!

“I can tell from your hoarse voice that you had a good time. Hope you liked my ve~ry special gift for you two!” from the other side of the line, someone was calling for Milo. “Well, that’s the last of my 10 minutes. Enjoy the rest of your holiday,”

Archer turned to lay on his stomach, burying his face on the pillow.

The door opened soundlessly, but Archer knew that Mikhail was there, just staring at him. Or probably his butt.

“Is food ready?” Archer asked.

“Mhm.”

“Can we eat here?”

“Mhm.” Mikhail laid on his side beside his wife.

Archer faced Mikhail with a look of curiosity, “Well, where is it?”

Mikhail opened his arms. The deadpan look on his face was obviously saying, 'Food is served. Eat well.’

Archer was stumped. This was the man he used to be afraid of? All he could do was laugh and indulge his sticky husband, moving closer to cuddle with him.

——-

(A/N: This is what I would have asked had I gotten the chance to XD I thought hard about what to ask Archer, but I ended up running out of time lol, but that’s okay bc it’s become a fuel for my fantasy) (this isn’t in a proper story format like the ones above, just saying 😂)

'NEVER HAVE I EVER treated my co-actor like I would treat their character on screen

Question for: Archer’

Archer: Hmmm, so far, never. While I and most of the people I’ve worked with get so immersed and emotionally invested in our role, I believe I do a good job of separating my emotions from my character’s. Similarly, I can separate my co-actors’ characters from their off-screen selves.

*Mikhail walks in on the set, speaking out of the camera’s view* Mikhail: Hey babe, I bought some sandwiches. You like the one with mayo or nah?

A: You don’t like mayo, right? I’ll have it. And next time, please don’t disturb the set when there’s an ongoing interview, alright dear?

*walking away already* M: Mmkay. I’ll take you home, I’ll wait for you to finish.

*turning back to the interviewer as if nothing happened* A: So yes, where was I?

Interviewer: Um, didn’t you just … .

*Archer realizes what just happened, internally screaming because oMG I WAS SO RUDE TO MIKHAIL WHAT IF HE GETS MAD AAAHHHH BUT NO WAIT WE’RE HANGING OUT ON OUR FREE TIME, AND WE’VE GOTTEN QUITE CLOSER ALREADY RIGHT?? HE WOULDN’T MIND RIGHT??? I WOULDN’T JUST WAKE UP SINKING IN THE OCEAN RIGHT?!?! TTATT* Archer: Hm, well, we’re on good terms, it just became natural. *gives his best sparkly smile to stun the interviewer and quickly escapes after some greetings*

[winchester-with-wings]

Best $20 Ever Spent (Peter Parker x Reader)

Requested on Tumblr by @book-loving--anime-chick with the prompts:  

Catch me if you can!

Stop texting me weird stuff so late at night

Give it back!

Word Count: 1500ish

Summary: You and Peter work at the local movie theater but sometimes have a little too much fun so you don't get scheduled together very often.

Posted this on my Patreon back on the 15th! If you want teasers and early access to my fanfics, consider becoming a Patron! I have 3 tiers at 3, 5, and 10

The managers were seriously considering no longer scheduling you two together.

Even if you asked to work on a Wednesday night for a completely different reason, they were inclined to reject it.

“Peter works that night.”

“So?”

“You distract him from his work,” they’d say.

Sure, you two were best friends and had fun working at the local movie theater but you didn’t really see it that way. The closing duties always got done properly. What does it matter if you had a few laughs and breaks to talk while doing it?

Maybe they saw something you didn’t? Maybe they were listening to you and your best friend Cali gossip about the crew and the rumors about who had crushes on who. You’d hoped that the managers were smart enough to keep the gossip to themselves too. Hopefully, they wouldn’t tell Peter that you had a crush on him.

No. If anything, they were inclined to keep you apart for efficiency. They had to do that with a lot of people too, schedule those who work best together and those that don’t get along or perhaps get along too well…

But they hadn’t officially said no to you and Peter working together all the time. If they had, they wouldn’t have allowed Peter to swap shifts with Ned on Sunday night.

Peter was a tease. He loved riling you up and messing with you. His proudest accomplishment was hiding in an auditorium, waiting in the dark for a solid 5 minutes until he could jump out and scare you. The boy was actually laying on the carpeted ground hiding behind the reclining chairs!

This is probably the perfect example of how you two didn’t work well together.

He probably should’ve been somewhere else doing his job but instead he’d disappeared and gone radio silent, the managers were literally calling for him over the radio and he wasn’t answering.

You were actually doing your job! Ushering the auditorium and picking up trash.

“Y/N!” He jumps out and shouts your name.

“AHH! Peter!” You shout right back at him, throwing an empty cup at his face before collapsing to the ground and covering your face. Your fight or flight complex was actually fight, flight, or fall. “Peter!” You squeal rolling on the ground and laughing. “You almost scared the pee out of me!” Peter hops over the reclining chairs with ease and tries to help you up.

“I’m sorry,” he gasps between his own laughing.

“No, you’re not.”

“You should’ve seen your face!” His laughing is renewed while you get back to work, finishing the auditorium. He’s kind--or perhaps guilty enough--that he helps you by wiping down the recliners.

Later in your shift, you’re texting Cali and telling her about Peter’s latest shenanigans.

“I think he likes you,” she suggests for the thousandth time.

“Nooo he’s just a pain in the ass. He annoys everyone. He’s like that with everyone. It has nothing to do with me,” you respond.

“Don’t put yourself down like that! I really think Peter likes you! You should tell him how you feel!”

“I can’t tell Peter that I like him like that! Then it really will be impossible to work with him. It’ll make it hard to work here and then I’ll have to quit…”

In his typical, annoying fashion, Peter grabs your phone the moment you’re about to set it down. No one’s phone is safe around him. But you hadn’t locked your phone in time either!

“Pete! No!”

“Give it back Peter,” the manager says from their position at Guest Services. He doesn’t listen to them. It was all part of the routine.

“Whoya textin?” he asks, getting ready to scroll through your messages. “Cali?”

“No! Peter, give it back!”

It’s probably a good thing that the theater is absolutely dead on a Sunday night.

“Who does Cali have a crush on? You guys talking about boys?” He wiggles his shoulders and smirks at you. You lunge at him, trying to get your phone back. He dodges you.

“Catch me if you can!”

You engage in a game of cat and mouse running around the theater lobby. He holds it high above his head. You can’t reach it. You pinch his sides and he giggles. Catching him off balance, you two become tangled on the floor in front of your coworkers and manager. Everyone seems to be getting a laugh out of it, including the two of you. But the fact that he still has your phone unlocked and is still trying to read your text messages has your heart racing for a completely different reason. He can’t see those texts! He can’t find out like this!

A guest walks up to box office. You coworker goes back to their position. The manager leaves guest services to come mediate and separate the two of you before making a scene in front of the customers.

“Peter, give it back,” the manager says in their authoritative tone. The managers are usually fun and happy but they’re willing to lay down the law when things get out of hand. Just in time too. Peter scrolls for .5 seconds and then hands over your phone. You lock it right away but you also have no idea what he’s seen.

Your shift ends at midnight. The rest of the night was nice and uneventful with less hijinks from Peter but still fun conversations about friends, school, and summer plans.

Peter has your number. You text quite often too. But never at 2 am when you’re both so obviously tired from working late.

Your phone screen lights up and the vibrations of it on your nightstand wakes you up.

“What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever spent $20 on?”

“Well hello to you too,” you text back.

“...” He actually took the time to send those three dots. “So what is it? Or better yet, what’s the best $20 you ever spent?”

“Uh...my iridescent hombre metal water bottle…” It’s probably not the right answer but it’s all you can think of. You and Cali both bought one on a day off at the mall and kept getting them mixed up so they have stickers on them now to tell them apart. “Now stop texting me weird things so late at night. Lol.”

“Don’t you wanna know my answer?”

“Uh sure.”

“Tonight.”

“??”

“I paid Ned $20 to swap shifts with me so I could work with you.”

That stumps you. What does that mean? Why would he do that? Yeah, you guys had fun working together but you could hang outside of work too. You saw each other at school too. So...why would he do that?

“Lol wtf why?” you send that after realizing you’d left him on “read” for about two minutes when normally you guys respond within seconds.

“Because I wanted to work with you tonight.”

“Why?”

“Because I wanted to see you…”

“Why?”

Then your phone rings. It scares you. Enough that you drop your phone on your face.

“Hello?” you whisper, rubbing your nose. You fluff up your pillow so you’re sitting up in bed, fully awake now. It’s quiet on the other end. “Peter, I swear to god if you’re outside my window and are going to scare me, please don’t,” you beg. You chuckle when you finally hear Peter on the other end chuckling too. “Why are you calling me? What is this all about?”

“Y/N,” he says you name.

“Peter?” you say his name with the intent to make it sound awkward.

“What if I told you that I liked you?”

“Wh--” he cuts you off.

“That I bribed Ned to switch shifts with me so that I could work with you. So I could see you. So I could spend time with you. Because I…” he sighs, “because I like you, ya’know, like that?”

“Um...Peter…” you’re pretty sure your heart has stopped. You’re praying this isn’t one of his pranks. Peter is an annoying dweeb but he wouldn’t do that, right? That’d just be cruel.

“Why are you telling me this now?”

“Um...I might’ve read your texts to Cali.”

“Oh.”

“Do you really like me?” he asks. You don’t answer him right away, making him stew in the uncomfortable silence. “Y/N?”

“I mean, yeah, Pete. I like you. We’re friends.”

“But do you like me? Like enough to date me?”

“Oh um...yeah...I guess.” Peter sighs. Relieved? Happy? You’re not sure. Peter chuckles. You can imagine him running his fingers through his curly brown hair, the same way he does it when he finds that he’s passed a spanish test.

“So,” he sounds smug all of the sudden like he’s smirking at the phone. “Do you wanna go out sometime?”

“Pretty sure I just answered that.”

“But I wanna hear you say it,” Peter teases. You roll your eyes.

“Yes, Peter, I would like to go out with you. But first you have to answer one question.”

“Shoot.”

“How long have you liked me?”

“Oh, yeah...um...it’s gonna sound bad. But, uh, I kinda called dibs the first day you ever worked at the theater. And I’ve been bribing Ned for shifts every couple of weeks too.”

“Oh my god,” you giggle.

“Yeah, pretty silly huh?”

“No. It makes sense. But you know...once we’re dating, management is definitely not going to let us work together anymore.”

“Then I guess we’ll just have to go on a bunch of dates.”

tagging: @faithtrustandpixiedust95 @thinkwritexpress-official @autoblocked @book-loving--anime-chick @abbessolute @overlyobsethed @bookworm4ever99 @whoopxd @therealcap @geeksareunique @potterwolf16 @frankie2902 @ravenhaviland @starksparker @gracehappyfeet @softdudebro @blckthrns 

[zicosmullet]

Bathing with Zico

- Part 7/7 of my Bathing with Block B Imagines.

- Warnings: Some NSFW stuff

- Notes: FINALLY finished this SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG. It’s difficult for me to write for my own bias asdfghjkl,,,,So I apologize in advance for this one!! I just got a bout of inspiration tonight after Zico’s US tour dates were announced. Oof,,,I hope I can see him perform live. <3333

We all know how hard Zico works and just how much he pushes his body to extremes when working, sometimes without even realizing it.

So a bath is EXACTLY what he needs.

But of course, he believes he DOESN’T need one.

When he’s seriously working on something, you know it's best to give him space. But you can’t help worrying about him and his health at the same time. So you mostly just check on him occasionally, sometimes bringing him food and drinks. Sometimes he’s grateful for them, and other times he’s completely absorbed in his work and says nothing.

When he gets REALLY fed up with something while working, he freaks out to himself for awhile before finally coming to you to complain about it. You can’t always give exact advice since you’re no expert on the music industry, but you’re always there to listen and help him calm down, offering whatever advice you can.

Even if he's ranting, you feel grateful for this time, because he rarely lets his walls completely down in front of other people so as to maintain his public image. But when he’s with you, he doesn’t have to worry about that. He can be himself and you feel so lucky that you get to experience this side of him.

So one day while he’s complaining to you about being stumped on a piece that he’s working on, you can tell that what he really needs is a break. He’s exhausted and frustrated at himself but doesn’t want to admit it. But you know what he really needs to do is just step back and collect his thoughts for a moment. Inspiration strikes at the most random times and he’s been working so hard lately that he’s probably used up all of his creative energy.

PLUS when was the last time that he properly bathed?? He could probably use a good soak lol.

So with MUCH persuasion, you finally get him into the tub. You can tell he’s annoyed because he doesn’t think he needs or deserves such an extensive break. But he can also tell that you're very adamant about this and he doesn’t want to fight about it for very long. So he gets in the bath you've drawn for him.

And WOW does it feel good like it’s been so long since he'd had a bath, the pleasant surprise really shows on his face.

Most of the time he just takes showers but this bath was much needed.

And you're just standing in the bathroom smiling because you KNEW this would help him, PLUS wow,,,he’s so beautiful,,,,his bare body,,,,and his tattoos,,,,and all this water and steam,,,,

He’s so ethereal,,,,God you're so lucky,,,,

But you don't stand there for too long because you want to give him some peace and quiet so he can relax and recollect his thoughts.

It's almost comical how fast this bath shut him up since he was complaining only minutes earlier. Again, not that you minded, but it was rather that the power of the tub was just so amusing to you.

While lying there with his eyes closed, Zico looks practically exhausted, so you make sure to casually check on him a few times to be sure he doesn't drown in case he happens to doze off, which he does ofc, but who could blame him with his horrendous sleep schedule and tendencies to overwork himself.

It's rlly cute,,,,because he looks so young for some reason like this,,,,with his mouth hanging open ever so slightly. It's TOO soft. Most people might see your man as scary or intimidating, but that's because none of them have ever seen your man when he’s like this.

Life OFC he’s sexy and stuff too, but that's just one side of him.

Anyways you decide to give him some space so he can properly relax. You go off to do your own thing while still discreetly checking up on him from time to time until you FINALLY hear him getting out of the bath.

Part of you wants to go coddle him since he's been having a rough night, but you ultimately decide to wait until he comes to you, leaving you to eagerly wait in the living room. Your heartbeat quickens at the thought of him coming into the living room in a moment and just laying his head in your lap while you pet his hair.

Like GEEZ you've been dating for a pretty long time at this point but you can't help it,,,,you just love him so much.

HOWEVER, you feel your heart practically plummet when you hear him exit the bathroom in the opposite direction, probably to get right back to work. You don't blame him of course, you know how important this is to him, but you can't help wanting to spend time with him too. At least he HOPEFULLY got some kind of inspiration out of this.

In the midst of it all, you end up falling asleep on the couch which COMPLETELY throws off your schedule for the next day. You end up waking up late and have to scramble to get ready for work on time, not to mention how you have an awful kink in your neck from sleeping in a weird position which makes getting ready ten times more annoying. And having your morning schedule thrown off just ALWAYS ends up muddling the rest of your day as well. Work seems to practically drag by and you can't seem to really get anything done right. You want nothing more than to get home and immediately crawl under the covers (in your actual bed this time).

So that's EXACTLY what you plan on doing as soon as you FINALLY make it home.

That is, until a certain someone sneaks up behind you and snakes his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder just as you were in the process of changing out of your work clothes.

“Oh, hey babe" you manage to say, trailing off a bit. You REALLY hoped your tone didn't make it sound like you were mad at him, because you weren't, you were just exhausted.

Regardless, he tightened his embrace in response.

“Baby…” he started, “I have a confession to make…”

WHICH just has you all “!?!?!?!?!?”

LIKE WHAT he could mean a thousand different things by that!?!?!?!?!?

You want to say something witty back so you don’t fear the worst, but you’re still too drained from work, so you stay silent until he starts to speak again.

“When I was in the tub yesterday...ughh this sounds so cheesy but...I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I know I can be difficult to put up with sometimes, but you always do. And you always know what's right for me, despite how stubborn I can be.” unexpectedly, he gives a slight laugh “I guess what I’m trying to say is, I really am pretty in love you.”

And hearing that makes your heart skip a beat. Because you never doubted his love before or anything, but hearing it out loud really makes all the difference. Your smile stretches so wide as you twist in his arms so you can connect your lips with his, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck.

When you separate, his expression looks a little concerned and you realize that you’ve actually started crying a bit. All your built up stress from the day was finally releasing itself. But you can’t help but chuckle a bit at how panicky Zico looks as he reaches to cup your face and brush away some of your tears. He really does care for you deeply.

He probably says something like “Hey, hey” in a hushed tone to make sure that you’re actually okay and not mad at him or something.

So you kinda decide to change the subject a bit by saying “Well, I hope you were at least able gain some inspiration after that bath.”

And his expression gets a little cocky as he says “I told you I couldn’t stop thinking about you, didn’t I?”

“Yeah??”

“Babe, you know you're my inspiration.”

And you kinda slap his chest then cover your face a bit with your hands like “Jiho PLEASE you’re TOO MUCH.” And he just smirks because it's true and he knows you know it too despite how flustered you’re acting.

Zico breaks the silence again when he says “Anyways, I wanted to return the favor so I went ahead and drew a bath for you too. And it's a good thing I did, because you look like you need the extra relaxation today.”

“You’re right, a bath does sound tempting.”

“Would it sound more tempting if I told you I would join you?”

And you’re like “Asdfghjkl stOP BEING SO GREASY but also,,,,yes,,,,”

SO THAT’S HOW YOU END UP IN THE BATHTUB WITH WOO JIHO.

And yeah, it's pretty great.

You’re the kind of couple the can spend comfortable silences together so relaxing together like this isn’t really awkward at all for you.

He gives you some space to relax for awhile but after a bit he gets eager to pamper you since he’s in the mood to make you feel loved. He wants to make sure you know just how important you are to him since he feels like he doesn’t always get the opportunity to tell you enough.

At some point, he coaxes you into his lap and insists on washing your hair for you, probably leaning down to whisper into your ear a few times.

Ends up kissing it and your jawline a bit too.

Even after he finishes washing your hair you don’t move from his lap.

One, because you don’t want to, and two, because he probably wouldn’t let you move even if you wanted to.

But just sitting there starts to become more and more unbearable as he whispers more and more to you.

And his whisperings get increasingly more romantic and,,,,dirty.

“You’re everything to me.”

“It must be fate that we even met.”

“Don’t you know how breathtaking you are?”

“God you’re just so gorgeous.”

“The things I want to do to you…”

His voice is just so raspy and obviously heavy with desire and it just does things to you.

And suddenly you’re kissing a lot. A WHOLE lot. And everything is desperate and slippery and pretty ungraceful, but you love how wild he drives you.

And you drive him equally as wild because he gets a little rough and he can’t help it.

He’s always been into your legs and thighs, but in the tub he has to grip them a little tighter and it’s kinda thrilling tbh.

And at this point you’re in a MUCH better mood than earlier, so when there's a pause you find yourself saying between pants “If I’d known you’d needed inspiration this bad, I would have helped you out last night too.”

His response is a cross between a slight, breathy laugh, and a huff, before he tightens his grip and pulls you closer.

As much as he enjoys using dirty talk on you, it's super effective when you use it on him as well.

So yes, you do fuck the first time you two bathe together.

You probably shower together more frequently than bathe together because you don’t always have enough time to dedicate to bathing together. This is mostly because when you do, you both like to spend A LOT of time in the tub.

And he quite frequently initiates sex in the tub or at least heated makeouts so that often prolongs the baths.

Because Zico actually has A LOT of stamina,,,

So you’ll be in there for awhile,,,

LOVES to have you in his lap, riding him, either facing him or with your back to him is fine.

Has more of a preference for you facing him though so he can kiss all over your chest. And so you can get your hands tangled in his hair.

Zico literally always has to be grabbing your thighs/legs/ass though, so having you face him is also optimal for this. I mean, he gets a better look at your ass if your back is to him, but he likes holding it better when you face him.

ALSO finds it thrilling to watch your facial expressions through it all, but has a habit of letting his eyes close during pleasure so eye contact isn’t a must or anything.

But looking at each other makes conversation easier and sometimes he can get pretty playful and tease you because he knows it gets you off.

One time you made a comment about trying to get him to stop sloshing so much water out of the tub, which just ended up leading to some sexual teasing and somehow even more water than ever being sloshed out of the tub.

So yeah, he really enjoys sex in the tub. Sometimes when working, he gets pretty isolated and touched starved so when you're just there in front of him like that, it's difficult for him to hold back.

But with that said, there are tame baths too.

Sometimes he’ll be too exhausted to really do anything so you’ll end up pampering him a bit instead.

Again, he likes when you’re in his lap or sitting between his legs because that's the optimal way for him to be close to you in the bath. His legs are long so other positions can be a bit cumbersome. But when he’s really exhausted, he likes to try to fit between your legs and use your chest as a pillow while you play with his hair and poke at his squishy face.

You two don’t usually get out of the bath right at the same exact time, but it's usually only a few minutes apart because once one person gets out it starts to feel a bit lonely.

He also probably has like really soft expensive Gucci towels or something for when you get out of the bath lmaoooo.

So yeah, you’d both be really into bathing with each other when given the opportunity.

Baths with Jiho would be so good y’all. :’)

[duhicenthand1973-blog]

Azelaic is hard to use. Technically it should go first after cleansing on dry skin. Nothing penetrates under or over it well. I see 2 "arctic wolves", male and female. PERFECT! They are gonna help me a lot and if I get puppies it would be even better. So I insta buy them with whatever silver I had left.I get another item stash quest for healer mech serum. These are the facts we have to make sure to drill and argue. If this guy knew that Safechuck and Robson had same attorney, admitted to speaking, and all follow same lies from Gutierrez's book, he would cast some doubt for him to do more research. So that interview in particular was important 신안출장안마 because it proved what a counter documentary needs to focus 신안출장안마 on and what lies need to be dismantled first.. Aesthetically, Lain goes all in on cyberpunk, where Ergo Proxy ends up being more a mix of cyberpunk and gothic styles. That alone makes the series feel pretty different, despite being in the same genre.From a writing perspective, Ergo Proxy is a lot more episodic and varied in content. It certainly has a central plot and mystery which is explores throughout the series, but it hits a variety of notes along the way. Alright I editing my comment to let you know that yes I aware of /r/antiMLM. I a big fan but didn link to the sub because they go through spurts of crazy people reposting low effort shit. Anyway, I do encourage you to check out the videos listed in their sidebar if you want to learn more about pyramid schemes and possibly save a soul or two from throwing money down the drain. And sorry if it seems overly critical for a youtuber, but it not about youtube it about manipulative marketing that exploits consumers, and that something we should all have strong feelings about.)I really hate her attitude towards sponsorships and people's dissent. If you're going to do ads, own it. "Yeah it's another ad. I still thinking about another CP as well, lol. I ordered a few single shadows and a couple SSS that I think will be unique in my collection more or less and wondering if I should think about a lip product and the matte warm brown single I wanted to complete a palette. But lol like I need another matte warm brown anything. Yeah that what I mean. I moved into a really nice expensive area. That where a lot of the crime happens because all kinds of people are attracted. Then I decided I was doing it too much.I stopped for about 2 weeks then went back to it. A few months later I can't specify when I got into Rule34 and it's wonders. I would search up animals and famous video game characters and masturbate to them in my room. They had to send far up town, and to several different places before they finally got it, so they said. We had to wait twenty or thirty minutes. The same thing had occurred the evening before, at the hotel. I think she latched onto the open relationship idea as a way to have her cake and eat it, too. I think she sees it as the answer to her problem, the hole she dug for herself. I don think she ploy, I think she just wants you to condone her cheating and still have you there for emotional (and financial?) support.. Also PSA (work part time in a woman's shelter and stayed in one when I left a 5 nearly 6 year abusive relationship where my ex severely abused and ultimately tried to end my life) please don't send used makeup in. So many people send absolute trash that it waste hours of our volunteers time to sort through it and throw it away. Used lipsticks down to a stump that have started to form mould.

[thoughtsfromaclutteredbrain]

Wonderwall [Kai Parker fanfiction]

Hey everyone! I'm posting this chapter a little later in the day than usual, but that's okay because I actually met my deadline for myself. Anyway, I wanted to thank you all for your comments and kudos, and wanted to let you know that comments on my fics literally make my day, so don't be afraid to comment, even if it's a smiley face or just screaming. I love it and will respond to every one, even the screams lol.

With that said, I hope you enjoy this chapter. Warning tho, it has a bunch of angst, so be prepared.

You can read it on AO3, or you can read it here. Comments and kudos are very much appreciated, and I respond to every anon and comment.

[Table of Contents for the entire fic can be found here]

CHAPTER 3: TRUTH

I didn’t find out the truth about Kai until April of 1993.

The last days of 1992 came and went as the seasons changed. Winter turned to spring, and there were rarely any days that we didn’t spend together. If I came out first, I would page him and he’d come straight away, as if he was waiting for me. There were days where he paged me first, but not as often. We grew closer, from friendly strangers to good friends. We started sharing things, from music to memories.

There were some days where he was full of energy. He was his snarky, funny, sometimes annoying but loveable self. He wouldn’t be as afraid to touch me, though he still have his reservations about it, and I could tell it still made him uncomfortable. He used magic without a care, and though he wasn’t the best at it, I could tell using it put a smile on his face. I started bringing CDs for him to listen to on these days. He managed to get me into Pearl Jam, and I was ecstatic when he loved U2 as much as I did. There was even one time he almost lit my discman on fire because I had brought him a Spin Doctors album.

But there were days where he was different, almost like a completely different person. He’d be closed off, and he'd barely even speak to me. He took solace in my company, I could tell that much, but he wouldn’t talk much, and flinched if I got too close to him. These were usually the days where he would share things about his family. I tried to control my curiosity and let him open up to me in his own time; he didn’t seem like he’d respond well to being pressed. I found out some things; he had a twin sister named Josette, and two little twin toddlers. He mentioned often that he wasn't very liked by his siblings or parents, and he seemed to dislike them just as much. He didn’t really talk much about why though, just that he was different and they treated him as such.

The argument started around noon that day, and I wasted no time sneaking out. As much as I hated myself for it, I had almost started looking forward to my parents’ arguments. In just a couple short months, it had went from something that I dreaded to the best part of my day.

I started the trek to what I had affectionately started calling in my head “our spot”. Now that there wasn’t any snow, the walk was considerably shorter, and I found myself jogging to get there.

I slowed down as I approached. Kai was already there, sitting against a tree. He usually paged me as soon as he got there, but from the looks of it, he had been there for at least a little while. I heard him muttering and I smiled to myself. He had a habit of muttering. I wasn’t sure if he even realized when he did it.

My smile dropped as soon as I got a good look at him, though. He was trembling so hard that I could see it from a distance. His knees were pulled up to his chest, and he was hugging them close. His head was leaning back against the stump of the tree and his eyes were closed. His cheeks were wet and I could see a tear silently sliding down.

I knelt down in front of him and touched his knee gently to get his attention. His entire body stiffened immediately, and his eyes shot open. They looked wild; a mix of sad and hungry. They scared me a bit, but I held my ground.

“Kai?” I whispered instead. His eyes registered my face and he moved his knee quickly so I wasn’t touching it anymore. His eyes widened and looked to get even more frazzled. He backed up so he was flush against the stump.

“Halyn… You’re early.” He sounded shocked, and his voice was barely audible. “You’re not supposed to be here yet.”

“What’s wrong?” I asked. It wasn’t a question of if there was something wrong; he was clearly troubled.

He started shaking his head, and his words were just loud enough for me to hear. “They don’t understand. They don’t understand.” He was chanting it to himself, as if the more he said it, the less true it would be.

I acted on instinct. It was physically paining me to see him so sad, and my first thought was to bring him close to me in a hug.  He stiffened immediately, but he made no move to escape my hug. I used my hand to guide his head into my shoulder, and I stroked the hair at the nape of his neck. “It’s okay,” I whispered in his ear. “It’s okay. I’m here. You’re not alone. I’m here.” I felt him start to relax and stop trembling, and I was thankful that I was helping him, even if it wasn't much.

The longer I held him, the more he melted into my touch. The tears had stopped, and he was calming down with every second. He leaned into me more, and draped his arms over me, returning my hug. One hand went to the small of my back and one went to the back of my bare arm.

I took a second to revel in his touch before it all went downhill.

My entire body felt like it was burning, like I was on fire. My head was spinning, and I couldn’t focus on anything. I felt as if my soul was being scooped out of my body. I felt my strength leaving, as if it was being sucked out of me through a straw. I slumped forward a little onto Kai, trying to use him to keep me up, but that only made the pain infinitely worse.

I couldn’t think, let alone speak. I racked my brain, trying to find even an ounce of concentration. I forced myself to take my mind off the pain for as long as I could to try to figure out where it was coming from. It was then that I realized it was coming from the places where Kai was touching me.

My arm felt like lead, but I managed to pick it up and wrap my hand around his bicep. “Kai…” I breathed out, squeezing his arm. I couldn’t imagine I squeezed it that hard, but it was all the strength I could muster.

He gasped loudly and moved away from me quickly. I felt myself falling, but I caught myself at the last minute. I managed to lift my head and look at him, and he was staring at me with wide eyes. He had moved as far away from me as possible, but I could still see the fear in his eyes.

“Oh my God.” I heard him saying to himself. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.”

“What did you just do?” I asked weakly. I felt disconnected from my body. Every movement hurt, and my skin was buzzing uncontrollably.

“Oh my God… I’m so sorry… please tell me you’re okay… please please please.” He moved closer to me again, and he gently moved a strand of hair behind my ear, careful not to touch my skin. As he got closer to me, I felt the buzzing intensify. Even if I wanted to move away, I didn’t have the strength.

“What did you do?” I asked louder and with as much force as I could.

“I didn’t mean to… I didn’t mean to take your magic… I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean to…”

Take my magic? What was he talking about? I couldn’t think, but something about that sounded familiar. My mom had told me something about witches that can steal other people’s magic. What were they called?

“You’re a siphon… That’s why you don’t like me touching you… Why you won’t touch me…” I wasn’t sure if that was the name; my brain was way too cloudy to trust my memory, but I figured I was right by his reaction. He flinched when I said the name, as if it hurt him to hear. He looked away, and I could see the tears were starting to flow again.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he whispered. I didn’t know if it was because of the hurt in his voice or my delirium, but I believed him.

I groaned as I adjusted myself and sat up. “I know,” I said simply.

He looked at me, but when our eyes met he looked away quickly. He started pacing. Towards me and then away, towards me and then away.

He stopped with his back facing me and muttered something.

“What?” I asked.

He turned back to me, and I saw his anger bubbling up. “What are you waiting for? Go. Leave. Get as far away from me as possible.”

I couldn’t figure out if I had heard him right. “Leave… Why would I leave?"

“Because!” he screamed. I had to resist the urge to flinch at his tone. When he continued, though, he sounded broken. “I have hurt… everyone… that I have ever cared about… My own family calls me an abomination… Defective… I can’t even touch anyone… I am alone… I am alone!”

I felt a tear threaten to escape my eyes, and I didn’t try to stop it. I hated seeing him in this much pain. He walked over to me and knelt down in front of me again.

“So why… why should I think that you won’t leave me? Just like everyone else has?” He looked me straight in the eyes, daring me to tell him differently.

I sat forward and cupped his face with my hands. My hands started to vibrate as I made contact with his skin, but I tried my best to ignore it. At my touch, I felt him try to pull away, but I held him firm and in place. I could tell that I had caught him off guard, but that was what I was going for. I was not going to let him shut me out. Not over this.

I stared into his eyes. God, were they beautiful, but they were also broken. He looked absolutely terrified, sad, and angry all at the same time. That was the weight of his existence, the constant fear of hurting everyone, the constant pain of being shunned. It was the weight that he was carrying on his shoulders.

“If you think that I’m going to run over this, you are dead wrong. ” I saw a flicker of hope appear in his eyes, but he shut it down right away. He was trying so hard to not his hopes up. He started to try to protest, but I cut him off before he could even begin. “I know you didn’t mean to hurt me. I know you, Kai. This… This is a part of you… A big part… But it doesn't change anything, okay? I told you I was here for you, and I am… I am here for you… I mean it.”

He was shaking his head before I was even done talking. “You don’t understand,” his voice broke, and so did my heart.

“Then help me understand,” I pleaded with him. I knew that if I showed even a shred of fear, I would lose him. He so desperately wanted someone to believe in him, to care about him. I wanted to be that person for him.

He sighed, and I could tell he was resigning himself to the fact that I wasn’t leaving him to his self pity. I let go of his face and he moved to sit next to me. I folded my hands in my lap to try to get them to stop buzzing with his absence. It didn't help.

We sat in silence for what felt like hours, but was probably only minutes. He clasped his hands and started rubbing his palms together. We were quiet for so long that it startled me when he broke it.

“You wanna know when I found out I was… I was a siphon?” His voice held so much pain that I almost didn’t want him to continue, but my curiosity got the better of me. He turned his head towards me and I nodded once. I couldn’t stop staring at his eyes. He looked so vulnerable, so broken. I had a feeling I was the first person he was telling these things to.

“I must have been… like five or six… And I was just… Holding my dad’s hand. You know, like little kids do… And it baffled me at the time that… he just started screaming… I thought ‘well, if something’s wrong, I should hold onto him… He can protect me’…” He chuckled a bit, but it was devoid of humor. “Imagine my shock when I found out he was the one who needed to be protected from me… Or at least, that’s what he thinks.”

He looked away from me with a shamed expression on his face. I wanted so desperately to reassure him, but I didn’t know how, so I stayed quiet.

“They… don’t get it. Not one of them… They wander around the house lighting things up and making them float… And me? it kills me… All that magic… It itches in my bones, it’s… it’s just beyond my grasp… and it feels like an addiction. The longer I go without it, the more I crave it and it’s… horrible. It's horrible. They try to paint me as the bad guy… the villain... the one who can’t keep his urges under control but… They don’t get it…”

He sighed. I wanted to tell him it would all be okay, but I knew he wouldn’t believe me if I did. “They won’t even let me touch them… Every day… I have to be so careful… If I lose control for even a second… Well, you know what happens.”

“Hey, look at me,” I said gently, and it bothered me that he didn’t acknowledge me. “Kai. Look at me.”

He turned his head slowly, and I wanted to touch him so badly. It felt like my energy was calling out to him, as if it wanted to be a part of him. I figured it was a side effect of the siphoning.

“You don’t have to walk on eggshells around me, okay? I’m not gonna pretend to be able to relate to any of that, because I can’t… But I can listen… and I can be here for you… You don’t have to be alone… This is who you are… You don’t have to be ashamed of it.”

I could see his walls crumbling, but he was still fighting it. He still didn’t trust himself. “I hurt everyone I care about…”

I gave him a sad smile. “I don’t believe that. I believe in you, though. And I believe…”

I was taking a risk, but he needed to be able to trust himself. I reached out and grabbed both of his hands. He gasped and tried to pull them away, but I held my ground, squeezing them tightly in my smaller hands. “I believe you won’t hurt me.”

He looked down at our hands with wide eyes. I was hyperaware of the fact that he could siphon me at any second, and I could tell he was too. Yet, the pain never came. My skin was buzzing like crazy with the contact, but nothing beyond that happened.

“You are not an abomination, you are not a monster… you’re Kai Parker and I…” I stopped myself, thinking the sentence through before I said something I would regret. It was not the time for that. “Well… I think you’re pretty great.”

He gave me his lopsided smile, and with that, I knew I had won him over. “I am pretty great, aren’t I?”

I let out a huge laugh. I was so relieved to hear him joking around. I nodded, and with that I let go of his hands. His touch lingered on mine, but he eventually pulled away.

“Don’t be scared of yourself… I believe in you… Don’t forget that.”

He gave me a smile. He looked happy, genuinely happy, and I was thankful that I had caused it.

I clapped my hands together. “Well, come on then,” He gave me a perplexed look, and I couldn’t stop myself from laughing at it. “You have my magic… You might as well use it!”

His eyes lit up, as if no one had ever asked him to use magic before. I was sure no one had. I got up and gathered some rocks, placing them a couple of feet in front of him.

“How about you make these rocks come to you?” I gathered some more and made a second pile. I sat back down next to him and demonstrated, bringing the rocks gently into my hand.

He put his hand out in front of him and closed his eyes in concentration. As soon as he started trying to use magic, the buzzing intensified. It was as if my magic was drawn to him. I tried my best to ignore it, but it wasn't working that well.

The rocks shifted in place, but they didn’t move. He opened his eyes and looked over at me. He took his attention away from the spell for one second to try to tell me something, and the pile of rocks combusted. I held my arms up over my face to protect myself from the debris.

“Well, that was great.” He muttered and dropped his hand in defeat. I just chuckled.

“It wasn’t that bad…”

He just shook his head. “They exploded!”

I shrugged. “At least they didn’t catch on fire. Whenever I mess up a spell, I end up lighting things on fire.”

He laughed at me. “Well, that can be inconvenient. Unless, of course, you’re trying to light something on fire.”

I smiled and nodded. I was grateful for this. He was acting like himself again. He didn’t seem afraid anymore. I knew there was a part of him that would probably always be a little fearful of hurting people, but I was glad I was able to make it go away for a bit.

“Hey… Just curious. How long have you been out here?”

He shrugged. “Probably longer than I should be, to be honest.”

I played with the rocks in my hand. “They don’t notice when you’re gone?”

“No, they do…” He looked at me and smiled. “I’d just rather be out here.”

He sighed and looked up. “I should probably go back home, though.”

I was disappointed, but I considered it a victory that he was willingly going back to his family. I knew that he was too cocky to say it, but I could tell from the little smile that he gave me that he was grateful for my company. Conveniently enough, my pager started going off.

“Oh, well, I have to get home too.” I got dizzy as I was getting up, and I felt Kai grab my shoulder to keep my steady. He was barely touching me, but I felt the heat of his hands through my shirt. I was proud that he willingly touched me, and I hoped that the smile I gave him portrayed that.

“Are you okay?” He asked, and then moved his hand away quickly. He probably thought he hurt me again. His face was riddled with worry.

“Yeah. Just still a tiny bit weak from… earlier.” He gave me an apologetic look, but I waved it away quickly. “I’m fine. Don’t worry about it.”

I gave his shoulder a quick squeeze. "Remember. It’s who you are. Don’t be afraid of it.”

He nodded, and we went our separate ways. As we parted, the buzzing in my bones started to settle, which I was thankful for. I didn't know if I had convinced him, or if he would ever be able to let go of the fear he had of himself, but I had eased his mind for a bit. And in that moment, that was all that mattered to me.

I would like to give a big big thanks to @busysciencegeek for being the best beta ever. She has stuck with me throughout this very long writing process and has helped me to bring it to life.

If you would like to be tagged in future chapters, or removed from the taglist, let me know.

@the-sereinus @emarasmoak @karamelcoveredolicity @queenkaramel @taurusclh@karadanversprince @kaimonel @lovedangerandpassion @starcrossed-comets @mon-kai-el@fangirlintheforest @yeratimelordkatniss @cobrakaixx72 @facepalming-since-chernobyl@christopherwoods @chris-woods @whitewolfswidow @drunkonkai @abandoned-as-mustard@madeunmexico @blxssxd-cxrsx @gerardwayisafukinprincess @r3verse3arth @highkeysatan @nezaeya @serienfreakblr @iamtheseventhmagpie @gloriathex-kid @mrsobrien888@bigdaddyjalyn @smiles-and-skittles @tweetybird-101 @tvdmalachai @thediariesofanoriginal

[whichie]

Class Ghost Ch. 3

summary:

Shouto roams the halls of UA as a ghost, lost to who he was before and how he got to be who he is now.

Izuku feels like there's something missing from his life at UA, and he doesn't know what. But this ghost boy looks awfully familiar, and it's just not in him to let a poor soul wander forever without figuring out who murdered him first.

Together, they thwart bad guys and somehow fall in love along the way.

(the ghost/murder mystery au that nobody asked for)

a/n: kinda shorter but really fluffy so i hope that makes up for it lol

read it on ao3

chapter 1

Izuku had a hard time not thinking about Shouto in the days following their little chat, and the most pressing thing that consumed his mind was that Shouto was a ghost, yet he had no idea why he’s even at UA. He assumed Shouto had a reason keeping him here, instead of doing what other people’s spirits do when they die, like passing on or something. It seems counterproductive to the spirit if they stay on this ‘mortal plane’, but forget why they did it in the first place. How are they supposed to right their wrongs, or get revenge on someone, if they can't even remember what happened to them?

That was the big question. Shouto’s spirit is here for a reason, but why? It was puzzling—and frustrating— to think about.

And no amount of prodding will get an answer out of Shouto, either, because every iteration of the question won’t make him remember. It’s always the same response: “I don't remember anything, just my name, but I get the vague notion that I know class 1-A.”

And when Izuku once asked how Shouto knows 1-A, he answered, “You’re all familiar.” Familiar, familiar, familiar. But how is what he’s really stumped on. How are they familiar to him?

Familiar, familiar, familiar.

And then it clicked. Shouto must have been a former UA student. He must have seen 1-A around campus, or during the sports festival, which is why he recognizes them, even if it is vaguely.

Izuku waits until class is over and he’s in his room before he brings up his idea to Shouto. When he walks in he stops in the middle of his room and looks around. “Are you in here, Shouto?”

Over the past couple of days, Shouto has taken to spending his time after class in Izuku’s room, mostly sitting around, but sometimes distracting him from his homework by asking Izuku questions about various things. Before both boys even realize, it will be well into the night, and Izuku will go to class the next day more tired than usual.

Shouto responded to his question by picking up his pillow and dropping it back on the bed. “Well, I think I might know a way to figure out who you are—were.” Izuku couldn't see him, but if the increase in temperature is anything to go by, he has Shouto’s attention. “I figured you recognize class 1-A because you knew us from when you were alive, and the fact that you're roaming UA specifically led me to believe you were a former student.” While Izuku pulled out his laptop, he noticed Shouto grabbing a piece of paper and writing something down.

How can you be sure?

“That’s what my laptop is for, I’ll search for any kids that died within the last year or so. Easy peasy.”

Twenty minutes later and they had nothing. Not a single student named Shouto has died since Izuku started at UA. Which is good thing, just not a good thing for them.

Maybe I never went to UA, I could have just watched you on tv, Shouto suggested.

“Hmm, less likely, but we’ll try it.”

Again, Izuku searched for a Shouto who died within the year, but their problem was the exact opposite of what it was before. There were too many Shouto’s who died, way too many to possibly know the right one when Izuku doesn't even know what he looks like.

Izuku groaned and flopped back on the bed, sighing in defeat. “I’m so sorry for getting your hopes up like this, I really thought it would work.”

Izuku heard the scratch of pen on paper, then he felt Shouto setting it on his face. Suppressing a smile, Izuku picked it up and read it.

Stop being an idiot, it was a good plan

Izuku let out the laughter he was holding in and crumpled up the paper to throw at where he thought Shouto sat. It was no surprise to find that he completely missed. “Man, I wish I could see you. It would make finding you so much easier.”

They sat in silence for a moment before Izuku gasped and sat straight up. “Wait! Remember when you told me about how you had to learn how to hold things? What if you could do that to your appearance as well?”

You mean focus really hard?

“Yeah, try to concentrate on whatever it is that cements you more into reality.”

There was a stillness in the air that Izuku has learned is Shouto staying very still. Izuku held his breath for as long as he could before the need for oxygen was too great, and then he went very quiet.

It took much longer than he thought it would, nearly 30 minutes, and Izuku was getting ready to call it quits, when he nearly shot out of his skin at the sudden sight of a boy sitting on his bed. In all honesty, the person in front of him really wasn’t what Izuku imagined when he thought of what Shouto might look like.

Nowhere near what he had imagined.

The first thing he noticed was Shouto’s red and white hair, evenly split down the middle. Then it was the red scar over his left eye, which brought to Izuku’s attention the bright green and grey eyes looking at him nervously.

He was young, probably no older than Izuku was, and it did not escape his attention how the faint hint of red on his cheeks made him look even cuter than he already was.

“I think it worked,” Izuku said a little breathlessly, when he realized Shouto was expecting him to say something, and knew his own face was getting redder too.

Shouto cleared his throat, and in a pleasantly deep voice asked, “Do you have a mirror?”

Izuku was so surprised at the unexpected question that he let out a little laugh, and grabbed Shouto’s hand to lead him to the bathroom. “Yeah, c’mon.” Still giggling under his breath, he switched the lights on and turned to witness Shouto’s reaction. As he suspected, Shouto’s eyes widened when he took in his unconventional features.

“How could you not even know what you look like?” Izuku asked, and as hard as he tried, he couldn't keep in the booming laughter any longer.

“Are you making fun of me?” Shouto teased, “You know it’s not nice to be mean to friends.”

Izuku stopped laughing and gasped. “No, of course not! It’s just—” he realized he was still holding Shouto’s hand when he raised his up, and quickly let go. “Uh, it’s just the face you made was funny, is all.”

“If you say so.”

They stood in silence for a moment, until Izuku said a little too loudly, “Well, it will be easier to find any article about you now, we should get on that!” and escaped into his bedroom. He stared at his screen while opening his browser so he wouldn't have to look at Shouto, but he can tell by the heat in his face that he’s not hiding his embarrassment very well.

He felt the bed dip as Shouto sat next to him, and they lapsed into silence once again while they looked through every article they could find. Just like before, they found nothing of use, and Izuku buried his head in a pillow to take out his frustration.

“This is impossible. How can there be nothing? I'm sorry I got your hopes up again.”

“It’s fine, at least you got one thing right.” When Izuku only looked at him in confusion, Shouto looked down at himself and said, “I used to be a student.”

For the second time that day, Izuku shot up from his bed and cried, “You’re right! How did  miss that? If you used to be a student then there must be some record of you somewhere, but where would we be able to access that? It's probably locked in a room where they keep these sort of things. Maybe a records room? But that doesn't help me if I can't find it…” Izuku kept on mumbling until he looked up at Shouto and saw the small smile on his face. “Ah, sorry, I do that sometimes.”

“Izuku, it’s fine. You’ve only been a help.”

“Really?”

“Obviously, without you I probably wouldn't have been able to appear at all.”

“It’s nothing, really—”

He was interrupted by a loud banging, “Izuku, who are you talking to in there?” Uraraka asked through the door.

“N-No one!”

“Uh-huh. Well, Jirou wanted to have a Lord of the Rings marathon. Do you want to join us?”

He looked at Shouto, and at his slight nod Izuku said, “Yeah, I’ll be right there.”

When the sound of Uraraka’s footsteps faded away, he let out the breath he was holding in, “What are you going to do?” Izuku asked.

“I don't think I want them to see me just yet, I know they're going to ask questions that I just can't answer.”

Izuku smiled encouragingly, and said, “It’s up to you, but… do you know how to go back to being invisible?”

Shouto made a face like he was thinking about it, and eventually said, “I think I might be able to, but don't wait up for me. The others might get suspicious of how long you’re taking and come looking for you.”

“Are you sure? I can stay, it's no trouble.”

Shouto let out a short laugh and rolled his eyes. “Yes, I'm sure. It won't take a minute.”

Izuku stared at him for a moment longer before standing up and saying, “Well, if you say so.” Leaving the room with a quick, “Good luck!”

When he got downstairs he sat down, got comfortable, and made sure there was a seat next to him for Shouto. Izuku smiled when he felt a cold presence that meant Shouto had arrived. “That was five minutes,” he teased, and received a face full of hot air that got strange looks from the others, and for the first half of the movie he couldn't get warm not matter how many blankets he piled onto himself.

He pouted at the empty space next to him and mumbled, “Now you’re the one being mean.”

Izuku couldn’t see him, but he can tell Shouto was laughing.

[mycasandstarrs]

SPN 8x22: “Clip Show”

THEN: Crowley shot Cas in the gut. The Winchesters meet Metatron. Metatron saves Kevin from Crowley. Kevin’s figured out the third trial: cure a demon. Abaddon, a Knight of Hell.

Lost Creek, Colorado.

“I can't believe you finally came up here with me.”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

Because of your traumatic experience.

Hello again, Tommy Collins.

His experience really stuck with him.

RIP Tommy Collins. His brother and sister will be devastated.

“You see, the Men of Letters kept files on every demonic possession for the last 300 years, I mean, we've got Borden, Lizzy, all the way to Crane, Ichabod.” Cool.

“Dean, the only thing that's gonna make me feel better is finishing this.” More like make you feel dead-er.

DEAN YOU JERK.

“I like this bunker. It's orderly.”

“Oh, give us a few months. Dean wants to get a ping-pong table.”

Dean’s gonna have his own little man-cave in a couple of years.

(Oh, it just occurred to me that this is Cas’ first time at the Bunker!)

“And the final test, do you – you know what it is?”

“I have to cure a demon.”

“Of what?”

lol

“Soup’s on. There we go. I think this is, uh... Oh, it's still good.”

“Yeah, we're – we're running a little low. I'll make a run.”

“Dean, I can go with you...Dean, I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For everything.”

“Everything? Like, uh... Like ignoring us?”

“Yes.”

“Or like bolting off with the Angel Tablet, then losing it 'cause you didn't trust me? You didn't trust me.”

“Yes.”

“Yeah. Nah, that's not gonna cut it. Not this time.”

“Dean, I thought I was doing the right thing.”

“Yeah, you always do.”

Dean, I can punch you.

“Hey, uh, do we have a room 7B?” Thanks for interjecting, Sam.

And thanks for defending Cas.

“Dude, if anybody else – I mean anybody – pulled that kind of crap, I would stab them in their neck on principle. Why should I give him a free pass?”

“Because it’s Cas.”

Exactly!

Case 1138. “It was a class 5 infernal event – St. Louis, March 8, 1957.”

“One of the files just had a note written in the margin about room 7B and the word "weird" with three exclamation points.” “Weird!!!”

The discovery of the torture dungeon!

Ok, but who made popcorn if Cas is the only one eating it...and he can’t even taste anything??

Josie. Pre-Abaddon days.

“Hey, those chains look exactly like the ones in our dungeon.”

“In your what?”

lmao

“That wasn't a normal exorcism. They changed the words.”

“I believe ‘lustra’ is Latin for wash or cleanse.”

“Oh, yeah, 'cause that was the most freaky thing was the vocabulary.”

He’s TRYING TO HELP. 

“All right. Let's roll. Not you.”

“Sam is more damaged than I am.”

“Yeah, well, you know, even banged up, Sammy comes through.”

“Dean, I just want to help.”

“We don't need your help. Just stay here and – and get better.”

I SWEAR TO GOD I CAN RIP DEAN’S HEAD OFF.

Talking with Father Simon.

“A demon is a human soul, twisted and corrupted by its time in Hell. Father Thompson believed that you could wash that taint away and restore their humanity.”

Sam’s off to cough his lungs out, but Cas couldn’t help.

“Sammy there is gonna take whatever shredded your friend and every other black-eyed bitch out there, and he's gonna get rid of them for good.”

“He is? In his condition?”

“Father, over the past couple of months, I've seen him do crap that I didn't even think was possible. I mean, sure, he's miserable and he's hurting, but you know what? There's not a doubt in my mind that he's gonna cross that finish line – not one.”

I’m sure Sam would’ve appreciated that.

Ooohhh, Cas is shopping for the Winchesters. (But mainly for Dean, let’s face it.)

I love how all of Cas’ money is crumpled up into balls.

“I think we're out.”

“You don’t understand. I need pie!”

His boyfriend’s mad at him, he’s trying to make it up to him!

“Put the virgin down, Castiel. We need to talk.”

Cas, meet Metatron.

Ha, Cas left with all his purchases.

“Kevin Tran told me about you.”

“He did?”

“Yeah. According to him, you and I have a lot in common. We're both free thinkers. We're both on heaven's most wanted list. I thought we could socialize, maybe grab a bite.”

I don’t trust youuu.

“Just – just picture it. We ride to the rescue, save the day – make a great story.”

Ugh Cas, this is how Crowley got to you. :(

“I can't find Cas. You think he blew town?”

“Sounds like him.”

*angry screeching* D e a n.

Father Thompson’s last exorcism, two days before he died.

“When you crawled into Mr. Kent and ate his children, how did it feel?”

“Orgasmic!”

There’s the change.

“When you ate his children, how did it feel?”

“They were screaming...and I laughed. Why did I laugh? I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. God, I was a monster.”

“But now you are a man again. And you have been saved.”  

The son of a gun did it. He cured a demon.

“Do we still have dad's old army field surgeon's kit?” Was John a field surgeon? Or did he take it from someone??

“I think it's time we put humpty dumpty back together again.”

“Coffee, please.”

“Sure. Cool coat.”

“No, it's actually quite warm.”

“Cute and funny – okay.”

Same.

“I've got the plan. You've got the muscle. We can do this. Heaven needs your help, Castiel.” Again, this is how Crowley got to Cas.

“I am the one that caused these problems. I should be the one to fix them.”  Samandriel’s right. Cas’ heart is in the right place, but he cares too much.

A nephilim before Jack: the waitress.

That’s kinda cool actually, how Sam and Dean sewed Abaddon back together.

“We figured kitty didn't need her claws.”

“Then I'll stump you to death. It'll be swell.”

Alright, Black Knight.

“Father Max Thompson, born October 12, 1910. Died August 5, 1958. Who do you think ripped him apart? Word got back to home office that Maxie was messing with things, so we made an example.It wasn't my most artful kill, but it was effective. And bonus – before he died, he told me all about Josie Sands. I found her, and I rode her into the Men of Letters.” Ah, that’s how Abaddon found her.

“666″ aka Crowley.

Abaddon controlling the disembodied hand is pretty cool.

“What the hell – I'm sexting you an address. Check it out. Then we'll talk. Cheerio.” omg, shut up.

She pulled a bullet out with a disembodied hand. Metal af.

Plan A (for Abaddon) is gone.

Prosperity, Indiana.

The case from “Shut Up, Dr. Phil”

RIP Jenny Klein. Killed by Crowley.

So wait, she either never moved or moved back even after the brothers told her to get out and away.

What I don’t get, is that if Crowley is going off the books...how did he know to go after Jenny? She was way after the books.

“I'm gonna gut one person every 12 hours until you bring me the Demon Tablet and stop this whole trials nonsense.”

Crowley was a good villain. I love him, but I also want to cut his tongue out so I don’t have to hear him deliver evil villain-y monologues.

“Indianapolis, the Ivy Motel, room 116. You have 57 minutes.”

MY GIRL SARAH BLAKE!!!

(Why couldn’t Sam have gone back to her during his year off?)

“I know what you are. I could see your halos.” What do they look like?

“You want an abomination? I'll show you an abomination.” Nephilim’s last words.

RIP nephilim. Killed by Cas.

“No. No, he's not.”

I wish I could say he’s right.

Sarah still works with her father, she got married, and she has a daughter. A young, cool mom about to be taken too soon.

“What about you?”

“Me? Pretty much the same, I guess.” 

“No, you're not. You're not the same. Look, it's been years, and I can't even imagine the things you've been through. But I don't know. You just seem...more focused, confident, like... ...like you know what you want. You grew up, Sam.”

Sam and Sarah are still cute together.

“I do miss the old haircut, though.” I kinda do too. (I also resent that these were Sarah’s last words.)

Hell, she had a gun!

“Son of a witch, actually.”

I can’t bear to watch the brothers frantically look for the hexbag or even hear Crowley monologue.

Oh I really want Crowley dead right now, even tho I’ll be sad when he actually goes.

“They're your life's work, and I'm going to rip it apart piece by piece because I can, because you can't stop me, and because when they're all gone, what will you have left?”

RIP Sarah Blake. Killed by Crowley. You deserved better.

Nothing crushed me more with dread than when Dean threw the phone at the wall to reveal the hexbag had been in there the whole time. I wanted to throw my laptop on first viewing.

“Maybe this isn't one we can win. Maybe we should just take the deal.” Sam’s halfway right.

“We'll figure this out. We will. Man, we'll get it done. We'll kick it in the ass like we always do.” Dean’s 100% right.