#im in my bathtub shrivelled

[lena-imzadi-221b]

Ah yes the classic "can't touch but will box" body language -> to claim and want to be in someone's personal space knowing the other person gives willingly, in this case shows a trusting bond, indicates wanting to possess, protect and give comfort in a private subtle way.

Lando did the exact same thing last time, it's a common language they know, give and share for whatever sign Carlos got from Lando or the other way around to show the "box". They read each other extremely well, no words needed. And Carlos read him well because Lando for some reason needed the claiming/comforting as he tried to hide it but would casually push off the railing, fall back but always a little bit closer to Carlos, into the comfort of the "box".

Carlos is more soft in his box-ing, Lando is more upfront like he did last time. Carlos' body language to Lando is very open, Lando steps close and does the box placing his arm and hand between Carlos' body and hand, closer to his hand until Checo glanced over and Carlos moved his hand a bit further.

I love how in tune they are as friends, I know some say Lando likes to take and claim and sulk or is jealous but when you read them and ignore the banter and joking, it's very much like dancing, giving and taking, following each other's steps, their silent gestures flow effortlessly. And yes lots of lip licking, gazing and a bit of jealousy for both of them, Carlos is just better at hiding it 🤭 Charles and Pierre have this comfort dance too and it's really nice to see friends share a common real honest connection.

And I just have no business in analysing the body language of two strangers but they make it so much fun. Even before I was a fan, their interactions as friends intrigued me.

That's why yesterday was so heartbreaking knowing Lando needed Carlos but couldn't ask as he needed to leave the broken pieces on the ground and be happy and proud for his friend's amazing race so he couldn't as he would break and I think that's why the hug with Lewis happened and not just a handshake or fist bump. And bless Lewis for picking up some of those broken pieces and glue them together with his experience, supporting words and reaching out again in the interviews.

Carlos was off too in the beginning, not an exploding extremely happy wohoo I got a podium and dang it I fought for it all race and deserved it and got it! No, he reined it in for Lando and for Charles cause the other broken pieces left in that McLaren, he will find a way to pick up and mend together with his care, understanding and guidance as he did when they were still team mates. A quick conversation must've happened in between the media carousel cause Lando was a bit more outspoken less devastated, Carlos smiled a bit more, less tense but yeah. Carlos is that kind of person. Empath to a fault, soft yet strong and fair yet a fighter on track.

These two deserve all the respect to choose to be and stay friends in a fast paced, money and attention driven sport where soft men are overlooked sometimes.

Don't get me wrong I also love my F1 chaos children (and yes I am old enough to be a mom to some of them) but I support recognizing emotions and feeling them, go Lando!, to be soft and supporting, to wear pink and be a geek, to hug other men and wear rainbows even if some identified themselves as straight. Be an ally.

I respect it and I hope they smother the macho system with kindness and love and yet be killers and so talented on track.

You are loved, you are allowed to make mistakes, you are human, you learn, you are allowed to give up and still be strong, you are allowed to cry your heart out and still be called strong, you are allowed to fall apart because we all get back up!

How you feel today will not be how you feel in the future. You are not responsible for how others perceive your pain, your internal conflict or fights, your anxiety nor your emotions or their version of you.

You are meant to be here and you will get up. When you read this, it's because you found like-minded souls and are accepted and not alone!

❤🧡💛💚💙💜🤎🖤

Did you see Carlos hand next to Lando during the driver parade while George and Nicholas were talking?

Of course I have 😭 boyfriends always sticking together 😍❤️

Btw, thank you for the reminder to also post yesterday's driver parade Carlando content later 😉

[archived-gtronpa-account]

hmmm while Im getting around to the reqs and asks here have an old oneshot I've had taking mold in my drafts for a couple months or so n pls enjoy

Fic of @sizeshiftingrobot 's au

Shifter!Leon

Word count: 1400

Summary: In the middle of a near panick attack, Leon's emotional shifting kicks in and causes him a world of trouble.

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Fifteen highschool boys and girls stuck together in a killing game. Each having a motive to try to get out no matter the cost; a gruesome video to plant a seed of corruption in their frightened minds.

Leon paced around the dark hallways of the school. He'd seen his own video, bodies of his old team, mangled and battered to a certain death, then cut to show his little cousin, Kanon, alive but face bloody and swollen. A clear threat to get out pronto before things escalated. Hearing the gasps around the video room had confirmed that his video wasn't the only horrifying one, and far from the worst.

Sayaka had nearly fainted, Mondo had looked about ready to beat someone to death, Sakura looked positively strong too, and there was the possibility of Genocide Jack being among them. Someone was bound to start the killings. Leon had already let himself look like a weak, nervous mess. No way in hell he'd let himself be a victim, he still had a bright singer's carrier waiting for him outside, and he wouldn't let anyone crush his dream to save theirs.

His head hung low, eyes fixated on his feet, tapping on the cold ground faster and faster to the rythme of his racing heart. Maybe he could hide in his room until everything was over, maybe he needed to strike first. The crushing darkness threatened to swallow him, breathing was getting harder, more painful. He couldn't think like that, he couldn't bring himself to take someone's life, could he? Even if it was to save his own?

"Oh, my my~ what do we have here?" He frowned and looked up, but bumped head first into a wall.

"Ow..." Leon groaned, rubbing his forehead. He frowned, confused, and squinted his eyes at the wall of leathery black facing him. It took him about two seconds to realize what felt wrong; the voice he'd heard came from far too high. As he rapidely stepped back, it took him another second to realize the next thing that was off about the situation; the leathery black wall was a boot the size of a bathtub.

"Dammit...!" He hissed and craned his neck up. A massive, grinning Junko towered over him, looking down at him with a glint in her eyes he did not want to see. As if he wasn't enough of a target already, he had to screw things for himself and show his worst weakness. He should've listened to Kanon and worked harder to control his size-shifting.

"Hey, Junko! Don't say a thing, just let me explain- Ah!" He didn't get to finish his sentence. He saw the fashionista kneel down and reach a gigantic hand out towards him to snatch him up, a heartbeat after that, he felt an agonizing pressure on his upper body, knocking the air out of his lungs.

"Aww, what a cute little guy you are! So easy to just-" Junko made a squelching sound, the pressure around him increased, threatening to pop his lungs and break his ribs, "-off you."

He had to stay calm. He had to focus to grow out of the fist. Fear gripped Leon's body tight, tying his limbs up with an invisible rope he couldn't grow out of.

"L-Let... go...!" His head got sickeningly lighter. He saw the trunk sized finger around his neck get closer to his chin as he shrunk further under the pressure. Junko looked down at him with an amused smirk, like a a child testing how easy it would be to break her newest toy; there wasn't an ounce of pity in those large blue eyes.

He was going to pass out, and he couldn't do anything about it. He was going to be killed, and he couldn't fight back- He had to fight back. He couldn't die in some blond bitch's fist like an insect.

"Stop it!"

For a split second, Leon had thought the rush of heat and blood in his tense body was from the constricting grip around him, rendering him powerless. Turned out, it was a wave of rage, flowing through his veins like lava; and Leon was ready to erupt.

A familiar, comforting sensation overtook his body, the tension in his muscles loosened and was replaced with an almost ticklish tingling. The pressure around his body disappeared, leaving him to plummet to the ground. Focus! The tingling grew stronger, invading his body, shadowing any pain and any emotion.

The fall was short. His spine didn't crack and his head didn't explode. Leon tentatively opened an eye he hadn't realized he'd closed, and he found a midget Junko, standing a few feet below him and trapped between his spread out legs. He'd grown back to a safe height- even bigger than he wanted.

"Wh... What the hell? You bitch!" Still frightened and panicked, his hand acted on its own and slamed the small girl on the closest wall. It was so large it completely engulfed her torso. He felt her frantic squirming under his fingers. Junko, the girl who had almost become his killer seconds ago, who's grip was merciless and eyes cold, was looking at him with those same blue eyes wide with fear. A hot, choking rage still lingered in his body. No, he wouldn't lash out on her, but she had tried to murder him in cold blood so she at least deserved a taste of her own medicine.

Leon pressed his hand harder, until he felt the squirming body go still. His hand grew on the small form, larger and larger until he could barely see tiny feet and a bit of hair poking out. Junko was his only witness, so he could make a gruesome scene no one would be able to investigate without knowing his secret. The tingling in his body never faded. His head met the ceiling, he had to shift to a kneeling position before he got squeezed between four walls. If he didn't calm down soon he'd either break something or get seriously hurt, but he'd already started his handiwork. He only needed a few more seconds to make the perfect unsolvable case, to see Kanon again and save her, if only the muffled screams under his palm would die down...

"Guys! Are you alright?" Makoto rushed out of his room, gasps and monstrous creaks filled his ears. It all died down as soon as he scrambled into the dark hallway. He found Junko, leaning against a wall and clutching her chest, and Leon, crouching down, sputtering and coughing. He'd heard a crash, and the scene in front of him made it seem like they had been fighting, but there was nothing out of the ordinary that he thought could have made such terrifying explosion.

"Leon!" Makoto knelt besides him and rubbed his back, an attempt to calm his coughing fit and hysterical breathing.

"Hmph," Junko huffed, although it sounded like she was holding back a cough. Makoto eyed the girl; she looked like a shriveled mess, a stark contras to her usual impecable look. "You shouldn't trust this guy so easily, Naegi. He might be hiding one hell of a dark secret," she turned on her heels and staggered off, with a slight yet noticeable limp. Makoto was confused, but his attention was on the boy on the ground. Whatever had happend between the two seemed to have left him on the verge of passing out.

"Come on, Leon," he helped the taller boy stand up and let him lean against him for support. A quick trip to the bathroom to freshen up would do his classmate good.

Even leaning, Makoto noticed that Leon was much, much taller than him. And good lord, he was so heavy, it was hard for the shorter boy to even take one step with all that weight leaning on him. Well, he'd never met a baseball star in real life, so he supposed they were that much stronger and taller than an average guy like him.

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Done! Looking alright already, I had fun with this one esp that unexpected part where Leon got murderous, I didn't plan for things to go that way! Just wanted a nice lil thing with the anxious boy being helpless and getting saved by hope itself, not an angry baseball star ready to kill. The pacing is kinda weird tho, but I don't feel competent enough to be able to fix it, so I'll just leave it as it is.

[mistyarcanabrightdawn]

A Marshmallow’s First Prom

Sparkler leans into the couch, a rear leg dangling lazily off the side as she flicked through a magazine in front of her. Twilight pokes her head into the room. "won't your date be here soon?" "Probably." Sparkler responds, glancing at her mother. "And this is a party, not a date." Twilight waited a beat for her to say more, but she didn't. "You don't seem...ready." she finally tells her daughter. "I'll get dressed up when she gets here, it's only noon." Sparkler says, brushing her off. Twilight goes to say something else, but the door suddenly comes to life with knocking, and twilight goes to answer it.

Huffing, Sekkachi finally stops sprinting to knock on the front door. She'd woken up late, having stayed up late eating junk and watching anime. She was slightly overweight, which made running distances harder - she never cared for exercise. 

Twilight Swings the door open, smiling brightly. She initially looks a bit too far up, and seems a bit surprised by how short Sekkachi is.  She shakes it off quickly enough though. "Hello, you must be Sekkachi!" Sparkler saunters to the door, straining to peek from behind her tree of a mother. "Hey Sek." Sekkachi blushes on seeing Sparkler. "H-hi. Don't call me your date, PLEASE..." She walks in.Sparkler raises an eyebrow. "I never called you my... you know what, sure." she says, rolling her eyes.

 "I overslept....sorry about that." She gets a sheepish look on her face. "Um. What now?" Her manes full of chips and chocolate from snacking all night, and more a mess than normal. "Apparently 'now' we need to get the food out of you mane, because I'll be damned if we're getting a tailoring done with your hair like that." Sparkler huffs, grabbing her by the hoof and leading her to their bathroom upstairs.

Sekkachi is slightly annoyed with how forceful Sparkler was. "a...tailor...what? What are we getting?" She shrugged, pouring a glob of shampoo into her mane and rinsing it with water, missing half of the food. "Dresses, hun. This is a somewhat formal event."  Sparkler tells her in a sarcastic tone. Sekkachi rolls her eyes a bit. "I thought it was a party. Not some royal wedding anniversary or something!" She joked. Sparkler continues. "And your mane is still all messy! You have crumbs in it, and it's all..." she trails of and squints, struggling for the right word. "Clumpy!" She finally settles on, flicking at a loose strand up front that intertwined itself with another."

Sekkachi snorts and brushes a hoof through her mane. Bits of chips came out. "Oops. Yeah, those are probably last week's chips..." "Last week? What, do you not bathe?" Sparkler snorts, smiling at her joke as she wipes more crumbs to the floor. They could be swept later. Sekkachi nodded. "Yeah. Just a big waste of time to me.” Sparkler finds herself with a smear of chocolate on her forleg as she brushes through Sek’s mane, though to her it was unidentified brown mark that she shrivels her nose at. “Oh, and that's just chocolate from a month ago. It's not...what you might be thinking.  Just month old chocolate. I fall asleep eating, okay?"

Sparkler stares at her, eye twitching. "Month old...that's not the improvement you think it is!" She exclaims, walking over to the bathtub and plugging it, water already starting to fill it. "We're not goin' to the one party in Ponyville that has an ounce of class being filthy. When's the last time you had a bath, anyway?" Knowing Sparkler wouldn't like it, she hesitated to answer. "Um...gosh. When I last saw my parents. So, two years ago?" She smiles sheepishly.

Sparkler stops in the middle of getting a variety of different, nice smelling soaps and washes. "How do you..." she begins, then shakes her head. "You know what? I really don't want to know. Let's just Get you clean so I can forget I heard that." A small shudder goes down her spine at the thought of all the build-up something like that would cause. Sek giggles a bit. "Alright." Her coat has the years of bits of food, blood, sweat, everything all caked and congealed under the long fur. Her mane is worse, adding a thick layer of dandruff to the mix. She steps into the bathtub, waiting. "lordy" Sparkler mutters, now wishing that she had taken her mother's advice and sprung to do this yesterday. 

She gazes over an assortment of body washes, finally plucking a blue bottle with her mouth, and begins to drizzle a generous helping onto Sek's back, muttering "Hold still" through the bottle.Secretly enjoying this, Sekkachi held still patiently without a fuss. "..Why IS it so important? Do I smell bad at all because of it? I know I can't tell..."

"Well, not really, surprisingly." Sparkler admits, working the soap through Sek's fur with her hooves "But going without cleaning isn't healthy! It's breedin’ ground for bacteria, and any wound is bound to get infected!" She explains to the mare, moving to get a sponge as she does so. "Plus, it has to be making you itchy. I can barely skip a day showering without feeling like I have bugs all over me." Sek shrugs. "Did at first. Guess I got so used to it I was desensitized. I just prefer to lay in bed, eat junk food, and watch anime or play games. What do you do in your spare time? I also find going outside pointless...just like exercise. Time wasted!"

"Well, I do a lot of farm work. Not the best activity, but it builds muscle." she admits, pausing to flex a rear leg, proving her point. Sparkler has some kick to her. "When I'm not doing that, I'm mostly hanging out with friends. I guess I read sometimes."

Sek replies, "Farm work? Sounds boring...wouldn't you rather skip that and chill with your friends then? It sounds hard…” "Well, yeah. I do that all the time." Sparkler snorts. "Point is, When you work out, you get ripped. And exercise highs." She explains, dumping a generous amount of hair shampoo into her hooves. “Am I done being cleaned?” Sekkachi mutters. "No. I haven't even started on this hair!" Sparkler says, before suddenly scrubbing it into her scalp. 

After a pause, the pink mare asks "Did your parents not tell you it's not healthy to be so...sedentary? Or that you should keep clean?" Sekkachi shakes her head. "Well, yeah. They were pretty strict..." She hesitates, debating whether to continue. "..which is why I ran away and bought my own place." She gives a quiet moan of satisfaction from feeling Sparkler's hooves in her mane.

Sparkler makes a small face of concern from behind Sek, having moved onto attempting to separate the tangled up mess of hair before her. "How'd you get the money for that?" Sekkachi again hesitates. "Well..I  stole my dad's wallet." Her voice goes to a whisper. "Oh..I didn't realize it would feel so good to get cleaned." Sparkler's mouth makes a thin line, but she doesn't say anything. She finally finishes the bath itself with taking a cup and pouring some of the water over Sekkachi, rinsing the mare. "Alright, I think we just need to brush the mane out a bit. Then we can go to aunt Rarity's."

Sekkachi nods. "Alright." She sits still further. She's surprised Sparkler didn't immediately reprimand her. "I guess, after that we put dresses on and go?" The brush goes through the knots, pulling the hair a bit as it did.  Sek only cringes slightly at the tug. "Sorry" Sparkler mumbles. "Rarity told me she had the dresses almost ready, she just needs a few more measurements form you. Then we'll go."

Sekkachi nods. "Okay then!" She smiles, then gets a bit more serious. "Can I ask...what was your..uh, reason for picking me of all ponies?" Sparkler doesn't look at Sekkachi right way, instead focusing on the little tangles. "Well, I..." she coughs, shifting on her hooves. "I just thought... I mean, you seemed available." She mutters, suddenly putting the brush away. "C'mon then, let's go." She giggles hearing the stutters. "Makes sense. Alright!" She stands too fast, falling flat on her face. "Im fine. Landed on a towel. I'll follow, because...yeah."

Sparkler giggles back, leading her downstairs. Twilight's eyes widen at them. "You're still here?" she asks, a bit indignantly. Her daughter shrugs. "We still have time." She replies,  leaving her mother to  just shake  her head at her. Sparkler trots through town, turning down sideroads and allies with the confidence of someone who'd walked a path a million times. Mostly because she had. Sekkachi is slightly uncomfortable, following Sparkler. "...aren't these allies dangerous?!" She looks side to side and behind her to make sure they weren't followed. "Not in Ponyville. I've never had problems, anyway."  Her date shrugs. As they exit the ally, the boutique comes into view.

"Will she be able to dress me? I'm a bi on the..big side." Sparkler Stifles a laugh at the dumb pun. "I've lost bets on whether Aunt Rarity could dress a pony and make them look good,  she can handle a bit of chub." Sekkachi loosens up, then straightens her posture. "..how formally do I speak? Fashion ponies are..usually strictly formal, right? At least the ones I've met.."

Sparkler looks at her for a beat, then busts up. "I mean, Rarity complains about ponies dragging mud in enough, but Ponyville's not exactly the epicenter of formalities!" she says, still giggling to herself. "You're fine hun. I could pull out my really thick farm accent, and she wouldn't care." Sekkachi nods, smiling, and silently follows her into the boutique.

A bell softly rings out as the door opens, and instantly the clicking of hooves could be heard along it. Rarity comes into view, her smile looking a touch strained. "Sparkler, you're a touch late dear." She tells them through gritted teeth. "Sorry Aunt Rarity, I got held up." Sparkler shrugs. The unicorn sighs, then looks to Sekkachi with a small smile. "You must be the date. I'm Rarity." Sekkachi nods. "Nice to meet you, ma'am. I'm Sekkachi Orichalcos." She brustles her mane a bit.  "So you're the tailor in Ponyville, right? Also..I thought the Elements of Harmony were unrelated?"

Rarity smiles. "ah, that's just what Sparkler calls me. The elements are quite close, as you can imagine, so we all ended up being unofficial "aunts" to each other's kids."  She explains with a small shrug, then levitates a some measuring tape over to Sekkachi. "I just need some dress measurement really quick, if you don't mind dear." she hums, glancing at Sparkler. "Sparkler, your dress is already done, it's in my workroom.  Could you go try it on?"  Sparkler nods and strolls up the stairs.

Sekkachi nods. "Okay!" She steadies herself, stays still, and allows the unicorn mare to measure her. "I hope to Tartarus I don't spill anything tonight.." She says, seeing how well made and well looking the dresses were. Rarity hums as she takes measurements, floating a little notepad to write numbers it. "The material I'm using for your dress should be fairly washable, but do be careful with it." she replies, wincing at the thought.

Sekkachi nods. "Does this kind of job ever get exhausting? Seems like it could..really destroy your brain if you do too much in one day." "I find that the creative outlet makes up for it, And I do takes breaks from it!" she explains.

Sekkachi nods. She stays still for a moment, then takes out her small, portable radio and lets the loud anime theme songs blast. Her ears go flat and she cringes as the Music goes on blast. "I'm going to...finish those stitches now." The unicorn says quickly, trotting off. "Sekkachi, what the 'ell is that?" Sparkler's voice suddenly calls from the stairs.

Sekkachi yells back "It's anime music!" She starts to sing along. "I'm waiting for Miss Rarity to finish the dress!" "It's LOUD." Sparkler snorts, her hoof steps coming down the stairs. She rounds into the room, in a layered dress the same blue as her eyes with a silver belt.

Sekkachi laughs. "So?! I do this every night, may as well while I wait!" Her voice gets louder than the music itself. "Oh, is that why you were late?" Sparkler asks sarcastically. "What's this from, anyway? Sekkachi nods, not hearing the sarcasm. "Well, these songs are from Fairy Tail! Not...that kind of Tail."

Sparkler's about to say something, but Rarity trots back it with a "Done!", interrupting her. A long, green dress with pale highlights and a red sash is floating in her magic. "Try this on, will you?" Sekkachi forgets her music is on and takes it into the changing room. She carefully puts it on, only getting some dust on the very front of it. "Its..great!" She marvels, walking out. "I love it, thanks!"

Rarity smiles with pride. "I'm so glad, dear. I'm gonna wave the cost as a favor to Sparkler, So you're all set!" She says with a little nod. Sparkler glances at the clock, then chokes a bit. "It's already 6!? We need to go!" She yells, grabbing onto sekkachi. "Thank you again for the dresses, Rarity!" She says, nudging her date out the door.

Sekkachi nods, "Thank you Miss!" She runs out blindly. "Oh. Right. Lead the way, I sure as Tartarus don't know it..." "Well, from here we can just follow the crowd." Sparkler shrugs, pointing at the small line-turned-moshpit of young ponies trying to funnel into the ponyville castle. The crowd seemed surprisingly careful not to step on everyponies dresses, but was still rather cramped.

Sekkachi looks around. "Okay. So...um. Prom is like a dancing thing right? Or is it more than that? I never heard of it, it just sounded fun..." "I think so, this is actually my first time." Sparkler admits, scanning the crowd. "I think you mostly dance. And talk, I guess."

Sekkachi nods briskly. "Got it! RACE YA!" She dashes ahead. She normally hated running, but she knew Sparkler must like it and wanted to entertain her. Sparkler grins and sprints, almost immediately pulling ahead with her stronger, longer legs. Some of the other ponies giggled and "awwed" watching them give chase with one another.

Sekkachi nearly trips, but another mare catches her. She runs to catch up, but loses Sparkler in the crowd. "Hey! Can you stop? I can't...pant...run anymore.." Her head is moist from sweat already, she had to sit and breath for a moment.

It takes a few moments, but sparkler's head pops above the crowd for a second, looking for her lost date. Another minute, and she pops up again, this time a little closer. "Sekkachi?" she calls, before she descends back into the sea of other ponies. Sekkachi curses, her height being a hindrance here. She wanders, not realizing she's going backwards. "Um..Sparkler? Can you yell?!"

Sparkler pushes herself up again, and with a small jump she pokes through the crowd. "SEKKACHI, OVER HERE!" She calls, catching a small glimpse of her cotton-candy hair. She lands with a grunt, and pushes towards the rough direction of her date. Sekkachi hears the yell, turning face and walking through towards Sparkler until she sees her. "Phew! My fault. Sorry, Sparkler."

Sparkler gives a nervous chuckle as she trots to Sekkachi. " let's try to stay together, at least until we get inside." she teases. They were a bit further back in the line now, but it was at least moving.Sekkachi nods. She blushes, and her inner alarms blare, but she gives Sparkler a short hug before they push through. "Wow, it's a pretty popular event!" She remarks. 

Sekkachi’s eyes gleam when she hears anime music coming from the building. "YAAS! Woo!" "Oh boy. Where's that coming from?" Sparkler laughs, her ears flicking about to catch it. She gives a dramatic fake huff. "Somepony will be getting a strongly worded letter about such music choices!" Sekkachi laughs along. The music blasts even more as they inch closer to the castle. "Well...I can't say I'd write that letter!" She recognizes the next song and begins singing. "...is my singing bad? Sorry." She stops suddenly. Sparkler smiles at her date. "naw, hun. You sing fine." she tells her, ruffling her mane. "Nothing wrong with showing your love, anyway." 

The event is open-door, you could even see pegasi couples simply fly onto the balconies above to avoid the crowds at the door. Once the pair squish through the doorway, the castle itself became far more open as ponies wandered into different halls. Sekkachi stares in wonder. "It's huge...I...where do we go? I feel lost already!" She took the splendor of the castle in, tuning out for a moment.

"well, I know there's a lounge area over this way." Sparkler hums, pointing to an arc on the left. "Has some nice couches. And probably food." Sekkachi nods. "Let's go!" She walks over to the lounge, which, indeed, has some comfortable-looking couches and tables upon tables of food. "Oof. I'm overeating TONIGHT..." she mutters.

"No getting it in your hair!" Sparkler teases, playfully wiggling a hoof at her. She gets herself her own plate, mostly pastries and some fruit. A lush chocolate fountain sits in the middle of one of the tables, which sparkler pokes a strawberry into.

Sek's eyes draw to the chocolate, but she goes for the savory foods first, overloading her plate to the point she needed a tray as food spilled over. Finding a free couch with a table, she set the mound down. "Want any? My first serving, I can share.." Sparkler shrugs, munching on her own sweets she's piled up on. "If I want some, I'll get some." She tells her. "Mom'll have a fit if I only eat sugar, though. I'll have a sandwich later."

Sekkachi digs in, not noticing she's eating messily. She does take care not to sully her dress, but she constantly gets crumbs around her mouth. In a space of 20 minutes, she's finished. "Oof...I'm full. Time for dessert!" Sparkler is still chewing on her own pastries, giggling. "Can you fit dessert? Because I'd be impressed." She chuckles, reaching for the sandwich she's promised to eat.

Sekkachi nods. "Oh yeah. Maybe, I'll go for seconds.." However, she already finds getting off the couch to be a challenge as she takes one of every dessert, while Sparkler takes a few more treats for herself. The lounge is beginning to fill up, which isn't surprising given the vicinity to the entrance.

Sekkachi eats her food quickly, then sits. She moaned, "Told you I'd overeat...You done eating too?" She's eaten enough to be bloated. "Mind helping me onto the couch? It's higher than my bed.."Sparkler nudges Sekkachi with a shoulder, pushing her up on the cushion. "I'd offer to find us somewhere you can be bloated in privacy, but I don't know if you're in a state to travel." She tells her, climbing into a spot next to her.

Sekkachi giggles. "I can walk, I just can't pull myself up. Where would you suggest we go? I'd rather not be in the public eye too long like this." "Well, I'm guessing there won't be ponies in the bedrooms. I mean, not an unlocked bedroom." Sparkler snickers. "Besides that, I'm sure there's some random room around here that's empty."

Sekkachi giggles and walks with her slowly, spotting an empty bedroom. 'Here!" She walks inside, pushing up onto the short bed. "So...whatcha want to do now?" She motions for Sparkler to shut the door. It shuts with a light click, and sparkler snuggles next to her date on the bed. "I don't know, this beds pretty comfy though." Sekkachi nods and rests her head on a pillow. Losing track of time, she quickly falls asleep, snoring softly. Sparkler Rests her head on top of the smaller mare, smiling to herself as she too begins to drift off.

(Written with @asksparklingcider)

[valentinaapower]

Jeepers Creepers

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: SamxReader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Mentions of death, drowning, haunted bathroom 

Notes: I’m super sorry for not posting! I’ve been super busy with school but I will be trying to post more often. 

Prompt Summary: Reader moves into a new home which she finds perfectly fine until things start acting up. Lucky for her, two attorneys come in searching of weird and spooky things. 

Credit to GIF Owner 

Your parents didn’t believe you when you told them you were moving out of their house. Yet, there you were, standing in the white molded door frame of your new, quaint house on the quiet Woodbury Ave, watching as your parents drove away. You had to admit, it felt pretty good being officially alone in your own house. A sense of pride flooded your body as you shut the door and made your way upstairs to your freshly decorated room. Granted, there were still cardboard boxes scattered in the corners but you didn’t seem to mind.

You flopped back onto your bed and began to scroll through all the text messages you’d missed. Most of them were just from family congratulating you, others were from friends asking when they could come over. You laughed to yourself and continued to scroll.

Time had slipped through your fingers. You looked over to your clock which flashed “8:00″ in red, block letters. Your eyes widened as you hopped out of bed, still in need of a shower. So much for adulthood.

You walked into the bathroom, the lights flickering above your head as you turned them on. Furrowing your eyebrows, you made your way to the shower and turned the knob, the cold water sprinkling on your skin. You move away from the shower and open the cabinets under the sink in which hold all your soaps. As you stuff your arms full with bottles, a loud rupture shrieks from the shower. You jump up and scamper over to the shower, looping up at the shower head then down at the drain. Nothing appeared wrong. Swallowing hard, you moved back to your soap bottles and scrubs, neatly sorting them out on the counter. Tucked inside the wall is a small linen closet. You open it open, revealing your small collection of towels and wash cloths. Your hands reach out to grab a fuzzy crimson towel when the sound of water hitting the shower walls suddenly ceases.

You turn on your heel, eyeing the shower. You take uneasy steps, blood rushing through your veins. Your arm outstretches, yanking open the shower curtain to reveal nothing but an empty, quiet shower. You swallow hard. A loud knocking sound cuts through the silence. You jump back, breath escaping from lungs as you place your hand over your chest. Another knock sounds throughout the house.

“I’m coming…” you mutter under your breath, opening the door that leads out into the hallway. You pad down the steps and stride towards the front door. Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, you turn the cold brass doorknob. Two tall men stand in the door way with ruffled coats slung around their shoulders. One has long hair and a much softer facial expression in comparison to the shorter one who keeps a hard stare.

“Good evening, can we see the current owner of the house?” the long haired one asks, his eyes flickering around the inside of your home. You shrug your shoulders, “You’re looking at her”. Both of them do a double take, the shorter one looking you up and and down with raised eyebrows.

“What are you like 12?” he asks, scrunching his nose. You roll your eyes. You’d always looked young for your age, even if you were sitting inside your brand new home.

“21 actually..now what do you want?” you asks, shifting your weight to one leg. The taller one shoots the shorter one a glare before returning his gaze to you. He gives an awkward, apologetic smile, “We’re local attorneys and just came by to check the house out” he explains.

“Got anything weird going on? Crazy, spooky..” the shorter one is cut off by the long haired one elbowing him slightly in the ribs. Your mind flashes back to the shower, the sound of the water suddenly drowned out by nothing.

“Yeah, actually..the upstairs shower was acting funky before,” you explain, opening the door for the to come in. The shorter one cocks his eyebrow and takes a step inside. The long haired on hesitantly follows, hands fidgeting in his pockets.

“Upstairs to the right,” you say. The shorter one starts up the stairs, eyes curiously darting around the house. The taller one stays close to you.

“How long have you been living here?” he asks. You snort, “Not even a day.“ He nods his head and follows the other one into the bathroom.

“I’m Sam by the way. That’s my brother Dean” Sam says, gesturing with his hand towards Dean. You purse your lips, “Y/N”.

Dean takes a look around the bathroom, opening the cabinets and the linen closet. He checks behind the mirror and along the edge of the shower, pulling back the curtain and taking a look inside.

“So do you know what happened inside this house?” Sam asks, eyes flickering around the tiny bathroom.

“That old lady drowned in the bath tub or something like that, rest her soul. I was really uneasy about buying this house just because of that but I didn’t really think it bother me too much once I was settled in” you explained. Dean straightens his back and leans over to same.

“Nada,” you hear him whisper. Sam nods his head and pulls a card out of his pocket. He hands it to you.

“If you need anything just call this number,” he says. You smile and look down at the card before escorting the men to the door.

- 5 Days Later -

The next couple days went swimmingly. No noises came from the bathroom or faucets and you had been living your adult life its fullest. You’d decided that living on your own was one of the best things ever.

The glossy wooden floor is cool under your feet as you pad to the bathroom, towel slung over your shoulder. Your eyelids drooped from exhaustion, all the limbs in your body achingly sore from the days work. A sense of calm washed over you as you thought about the nice long shower that was going to dawn upon you. The metal knob jerks to the right, cold water flowing out from the rusted shower head.

You close the curtains, allowing the water to heat up for a couple minutes. Your fingers connect with your eyes and cheeks, desperately trying to wake yourself up. Your hands reach the hem of your shirt when suddenly the water stops flowing, steam curling up from the shower stopping in it’s tracks. You furrow your eyebrows, looking at the shower in oblivion.

“I don’t understand,” you mumble. The shower curtain is suddenly ripped open, revealing the empty, yet soaked, tub. You gasp and press your back to the wall, craning your neck to get a better look at the eerie shower. Hot, steaming water suddenly streams from the nozzle, collapsing onto the ceramic tub with a loud thud. The drain switch attached the tub flicks itself upwards so the water begins to scatter throughout the bath.

“Oh no..” you mutter under your breath, trying to think of what to do. You suddenly remember Sam and Dean and how Sam had giving you his number. You raced out of the bathroom and into your room where the little piece of paper lay on your end side table. You grabbed your phone and the paper, frantically typing in the number.

The ringer spread through your ear three times before Sam picked up.

“Hello?” he asks in a tired voice.

“Sam? It’s me, Y/N. You told me to call you if something weird came up and I think I have your something weird..” the words flooded from your mouth like a waterfall. It was nothing but a jumbled up mess.

“We’ll be right there,” he says.

“Hurry please,” you reply before hanging up the phone and making your way back to the bathroom. The tub was half full now, the water swishing around on either end. You swallowed hard and knelt before the tub, sticking your hand into the scalding hot water. Tears pricked at your eyes as you felt the skin on your hand burn up. Yet, you bit your tongue and fought through it, fingers itching to find the drain switch. The burning metal soon hit the palm of your hand, a screech erupting in your throat.

You pull on the switch, helplessly trying to pull it down. The handle didn’t budge, in fact it seemed to pull back on your. You felt your arm being ripped from your shoulder as the handle forced itself down, pulling your face into the hot water. You let out a scream in which was muffled by bubbles before pulling back up, cool air whipping you in the face. You couldn’t let go of the switch, it was as if it was glued to your hand.

You lost your leverage and were yanked back into the water. Your arm flew out beside you, legs kicking out behind you as your lungs shriveled inside your chest.

This is it, you thought.

This is how I go.

You close your eyes and try to ignore the scorching water now licking the skin on your face and shoulders. Air seemed so far away at this point, gone down the drain. Just as you were about to let your hand go, a pair of strong arms wraps around your core and rips you up from the tub, water splashing everywhere. You suck in a deep gasp before turning to see Sam with his hands tightly secured on you. Dean eyes the filled bathtub and looks back at you, his eyes stern.

“Remember the old lady that died here?” Dean asks, keeping his voice calm. You nod your head.

“Did anything belong to her? Anything that might still be here?” he asks.

You pause at the question. Why did he need to know this? What did it mean to him? You racked your brain for an answer when it suddenly hit you.

“The dish towels downstairs, she made them herself,” you say through short breaths. Dean pats your arm, “Thanks kid,” he says before running out of the bathroom.

Sam still keeps his arms around you. His eyes scan your red face, peeling lips, flecks of mascara running down your cheeks.

“Are you alright? Do you need anything?” he asks before grabbing a soft red towel and handing it to you. You take it gratefully and press it up against your hot face, the cool fuzz immediately swarming your forehead and nose. Pain still swarms your body, white hot twitches seize your arm.

“I’m alright.. just a little shocked I guess” you say, words muffled by the towel. Sam nods his head, still shooting nervous glances towards your direction.

“Why did you want me to call you anyway?” you ask. Sam purses his lips, “Well this is sort of what we do…” he goes on to explain about his adventures with Dean, slaying the things that go bump in the night and protecting those who are innocent. He then explains to you how your house was possibly possessed by a vengeful spirit who drowned in her tub. The information clouded your brain.

“So this is like that Jeepers Creepers sort of stuff?” you ask, trying to fully comprehend that you were talking to a man that hunted monsters for a living. Sam laughs, “Essentially,” he says.

Dean arrives back upstairs and struts over to the bathtub, flipping the drain switch. Relief floods your body as the water begins to swim down the drain.

“Looks like we’re all good here,” Sam smiles.