#it didn't exactly help my predicament lol

[yanf4iry]

don’t you think, pet? ♡

wc 827

yandere(ish)! capitano x afab bratty! reader

subtle yandere themes. hints at friends with benefits. jealous! capitano. aggressive! capitano. slightly bratty reader. hair tugging. ‘pet’ used a couple times. unprotected sex (pls be safe!). afab autonomy. kinich mentioned. its only short so there isn't much to tag lol.

"what did i tell you about wandering around with all those other boys? hmm?" capitano mumbles, his breath tickling up against the sensitive skin behind your ear, hands trailing down to hold you in place; even his subtle grip being strong enough to do so.

"i've told you already," you sigh, rolling your eyes slightly, growing slightly tired of his possessive and jealous behaviour. "i was just hanging out with kinich, i don't see him like that."

"and i've told you already," capitano trails off, mimicking your previous choice of words, "i don't care how you see him, because i see how he looks at you," he continues, grip getting tighter as his voice progressively turns into a low-toned growl.

he was thankful for the current predicament you were both in; the dining table in front of you made it so easy for him to push you and bend you over, whilst his tall figure was shadowing behind you, making sure there was no room for you to try worm your way out.

and so here you are, chest and face pressed against the cold, wooden surface. capitano gutting as he starts to fumble with your belt and the buttons on your trousers; his slender fingers making work of them.

"i don't like you 'hanging out' with him," he proclaims possessively, "and i also don't like you wearing these trousers, they make my access to you so much harder," capitano adds, huffing as he finally managed to yank them down along with your freshly damp panties.

"you can't control everything i do, you know?" you answer back, voice oozing with disobedience, before gasping slightly at the feeling of the cold air on your slick folds. "you're not my boyfriend."

that comment made him suck his breath in sharply, growing more annoyed by the second. no, he wasn't your boyfriend (yet) but that doesn't mean you weren't his, and that doesn't mean he wasn't going to put you in your place every time you acted out.

"i don't care," he grits through his teeth. "i'm the one that's going to teach you some manners since you obviously don't know how to follow orders, pet."

you'd be lying if you said seeing him like this didn't turn you on; because it did. good god, it did. you knew exactly how to get on his nerve, and you fucking loved the reaction you got from it. capitano was well aware you did these things on purpose as well, yet somehow fell for it every time and couldn't help but let his jealousy get the best of him.

without even giving you time to think, his fingers were trailing against the most inner parts of your thighs, teasing the sensitive skin around there, causing you to tremble subtly. "shit.." you breathe out.

"your lack of patience is aberrant," capitano scolds, slapping the inside of your thigh with some force. "and to think i thought you had manners; you'll get whatever i want to give you, when i want to give it."

you could hear the echoes of clunking and fidgeting once more, and that was when your wetness was met with the tip of his cock, him teasingly brushing it against you; a mewl being forced from your lips. "patience.." he whispers, leaning forward so his mouth was hovering just behind your ear once more.

the thickness of his tip parts your folds, covering himself in your wetness. you sigh in exasperation, pushing yourself back against him. capitano gripped your waist bruisingly tight in one quick motion, halting your actions almost immediately. "have you gone deaf?" he growls, fingernails digging into your skin.

"you'll get whatever i want to give you," he starts up, a low grunt leaving his lips, "when i want to give it to you."

"or i can leave.." you trail off, mischief riddled in your tone before a playful smirk appears on your face; even though he couldn't see it due to your face being pressed against the table, it was apparent from how you spoke. "maybe.. maybe kinich wants to give me what i-"

you weren't even able to finish your sentence, capitano pushed himself up against your entrance and pushed himself in, causing you to moan. a noise he much preferred over you threatening him with running off to another man for pleasure.

"did you really think i'd ever let you finish that fucking sentence?"

his thrusts were harsh, almost violent in a way as he claimed what he believed. no, what he knew, was his. "don't you ever let me hear anything like that nonsense leaving your mouth, ever again? you hear me?" he questions, hand moving to your hair, tugging on it tightly.

"about time i fucked some manners into you.." capitano grunts against your ear, nipping at it slightly with the sharpness of his teeth, enjoying the choked-out moans escaping your gaped lips. "don't you think, pet?"

"because you're mine. only mine."

[thefanficmonster]

Not sure if ur accepting requests for the bear.. but could we maybe get a Mikey x reader where she finds out she's pregnant after he died (big angst tbh) and she comes to the restaurant a mess and tells everyone and it's sad but everyone's shocked or something idk if that makes sense lol, thanks

Ahhh the angst! My favorite genre to write 🙈 Thank you so much for the request, darling! I hope you enjoy the fic 💌

Too Much, Too Late

Michael 'Mikey' Berzatto x Reader (Female) [The Bear]

Warnings: Mentioned Suicide, Mentioned Past Drug Abuse (dealing and consuming), Pregnancy, Swearing, SPOILERS for The Bear

Genre: ANGST, Hurt/Comfort, Found Family, Angst with a happy ending

Summary: see request above

It was a job like any other. It was supposed to be one of those briskly-in-swiftly-out deals. All you had to do was keep it on the down low, distribute your products, get your pay and leave.

However, that didn't happen exactly as planned.

"Why are you in such a rush, sweetheart?" You found yourself accosted by a man who was very clearly three sheets to the wind already. The redness of his eyes, the dilated pupils and the alcohol on his breath suggested he was under several influences. Still, none of that was any justification for his borderline sleazy behavior. "Why don't you accompany me in blowing through this, huh?" He held up the baggie he'd just bought off you, causing you to roll your eyes.

In another setting, preferably under vastly different circumstances you would've probably found him attractive and would even like to uphold a conversation with him. Then again, in those ideal circumstances you imagine he wouldn't have been nearly as obnoxious as he was being in that moment.

Besides, you had a strict rule against participating in drugs with your clients. Or just drugs, period. Anything stronger than weed, that is.

You wanted to get him off your back as soon as possible so, instead of shutting him down in your typical cut-throat manner, you decided to let him down slowly and vanish before his object permanence kicked in. "Another time, pal. I have a busy night ahead."

It worked like a charm anytime someone tried to sweep you off your feet.

However, none of those other occasions had any follow-up. This one, on the other hand....

"Hey."

You had been caught up in your thoughts, making a mental itinerary for the next few days worth of deliveries when a voice startled you out of your tranquility.

It was the following morning and you were headed to the dumpster that was your plug's house - if you could even call it that.

Looking up, you couldn't help but frown at the sight of the 'flirt' from last night standing on the porch of your plug's house, leanings against the fence, smoking a cigarette.

"Hi?" The word came out automatically, a notation of confusion to it which made him smile.

"I don't know if you not remembering me is for better or for worse. I understand I came off a bit....gross last night." His unoccupied hand clasped around the back of his neck, an apologetic half-smile on his lips.

Despite being puzzled by the predicament, you found yourself chuckling, "No, no, I remember you. And don't worry about it, you were pretty tame compared to other shitbags I've had to deal with."

Your wording made him let out a laugh, "Yeah, 'shitbag' sums me up nicely."

Realizing how your words were poorly transmitted, you hurried to correct yourself, "No! That's not what I..."

He laughed yet again, amused by the blush that had crept onto your cheeks, "I know, I'm just fucking with you." He flashed you a charming smile as he tossed his cigarette and offered you his hand, "I'm Michael, by the way, but everyone calls me Mikey."

You were surprised by your own lack of hesitation as you took it, "Y/N, nice to meet you, Mikey."

What did surprise you was his smooth gesture - bringing the back of your hand to his lips, pressing a quick kiss to your knuckles. You could see relief flood his features when you only scoffed in amusement. "Hope you don't mind, I asked around about you at the party last night. You're quite the phantom, you know. Nobody knew anything except your plug and it was a whole other hassle having to track him down."

You would've been lying if you said you didn't find his effort flattering. "Why go through all that trouble?"

There was that charming smile once more, now accompanied by a wink, "Cause that ain't a face you simply forget, darling."

That's how it all started, three years ago. But you can hardly remember any of it now. Everything has quickly been overshadowed by the tragedy that rocked your world.

Losing the love of your life. No one and nothing can ever prepare you for such a thing. No one can take away or aid the pain it brings on. No one can tell you how to move on, if you ever will. No two grieving processes are the same and yours has been very quiet. Too quiet. You can't even remember if you've cried since you found out a week ago. You can't remember having spoken to anyone since that dreadful phone call.

It's all been building up, piling on - the calm before the storm.

And the storm has just crashed down on you, tears finally spilling over past the barrier you're able to hold them at. Sobs scratch up your throat, racking your ribcage, echoing back at you off the bathroom walls. All the agony, all the pain, the regret, the guilt the grief - it all spills out in those harrowing sobs as tears stream down your face, falling onto the sink counter and pregnancy test on it.

The positive pregnancy test.

"No, no, no...." You mumble to yourself in despair, unsure of what exactly you're saying no to.

You don't even have time to process how you feel about it, if you want it, whether you're happy about it or not. All that's plaguing your mind is the gnawing thought of what if?

What if you'd found out two weeks earlier? What if you told him? What if that changed his mind? Would you still have him by your side if he knew he'd be a dad? Would this be a reason for joy and excitement for the two of you? Having your own little family, fucked up in its own way but miles better than your individual families.

You never met his, he never met your. Unlike him, though, you haven't seen your folks in years, five to be exact. He put up with his, you had cut off yours.

You're well versed into his family and their dynamics though, thanks to all the stories Mikey told you throughout the years. You specifically remember him talking about his siblings with such adoration. Natalie and Carmen. The only supposedly sane ones of the bunch.

Wiping the tears off your burning red cheeks, you regain control of your breathing, effectively calming yourself down as you take a long look at yourself in the mirror. You will yourself to put a hand over your belly, taking a moment to let the realization of there being a living thing inside you sink in.

Your and Mikey's baby.

A baby that'll never know the wonderful man that is their dad.

"Don't worry, baby. If they don't want us, we'll always have each other."

* * * * *

After a sleepless night, you find yourself struggling not to nod off on the train.

You thought you'd feel a lot more....well, something more as you approach the inevitable meeting with Mikey's brother. Instead, you're quite numb, immune to whatever you might be faced with once you arrive at the restaurant. Nothing he might say or do can faze you, not after the week you've had. Though you're pretty sure his hasn't been any better. He lost his brother after all. It could be a point of mutual understanding for the two of you or a point of collision and apperhension.

Only one way to find out.

You're surprised by the sheer boldness with which you enter the sandwich shop. Again, you thought you might exhibit at least mild hesitation but you have never been prone to such reservations. You still do things like you used to back in your dealer days - briskly-in-swiftly-out.

This is no different.

Upon entry, the interior feels familiar. You've been here only twice before, always after closing, snuck in by Mikey as a date night. He'd cook for you while you DJed with the restaurant sound system in the office. It was the peak of romance in your relationship.

Never once did you think one day you'd be coming in alone, during work hours, the memories bringing tears to your eyes.

You push the pain to the backburner when a waiter approaches you. "Welcome, what can I get ya?"

You force the closest thing to a smile you can manage, "Carmen Berzatto, if possible."

Just then, as if on cue, sounds of chaos flood out from the kitchen into the seating area. It doesn't really seem to bother any of the three tables enjoying their meal, but you are certainly a little shocked. You remember Mikey mentioning shit would get chaotic in back of house, but you'd never imagined it'd be this bad.

The waiter casually peers over his shoulder, pressing his lips in a thin line, "I can't promise you anything but I'll go ask. Who's asking for him?" He inquires, already uneasy at the thought of what he'll be met with in the kitchen.

"Mikey's girlfriend." You watch, in real time, as the poor guy's eyes hollow out in shock, his eyebrows raising impossibly high.

Despite being rattled by your response, he manages to clear his throat and murmur a quick, "Please wait here" before disappearing out of view.

Less than a minute later, the door to the kitchen swung open again, the man emerging from the kitchen shocking you with his lack of resemblance to Michael. Fair hair, bright blue eyes, overall soft features whereas Mikey was all sharp edges, dark brown hair and chocolate eyes.

He too, quite like his brother, is doing a poor job masking his confusion as he offers you a tattooed hand as a greeting, "Hi."

You take it, "Hi."

The rowdiness picks up yet again, causing Carmy to motion for you to follow him, "It's a little too loud in here." You nod and follow suit as he leads you out through a back exit to a fenced of area. He shuts the door, drowning out most of the noise before he turns back to face you, "Alright, tell me everything."

It takes all the will you have coupled with all the pride within you not to let yourself shed any tears as you sum up five of the best years of your life in front of this stranger. It gets especially hard when you see his eyes gloss over but you manage to keep it together. Your chest feels somewhat lighter once you bare one of the biggest secrets in your life, knowing there cannot be any repercussions now.

Because...well...he's gone.

"Fuck..." Is all Carmy can say to break the silence after you've concluded your story. His gaze is trained on the ground, his hand cupped around his mouth. He suddenly lifts his head to look at you, making you feel a little too exposed. Those eyes stare right through you. "Why didn't he ever tell us about you?"

You shrug, you have no real answer. You don't know why he would tell them but you're none the wiser as to why he didn't tell them either. So, you just stay quiet.

He nods, pausing for a second to collect his thoughts before speaking up again, "I-I gotta ask...did you suspect anything? Like, did you see any signs?"

You were expecting this. That doesn't mean it hurts any less to actually hear him ask it. You force yourself to inhale a shaky breath before replying, speaking around the knot in your throat, "No. I saw him that morning, he seemed fine. Nothing out of the ordinary. We were talking about the game. He was excited the Sox had won. He made us breakfast. I ironed his shirt for work and I sent him off. And...." You take a moment to maintain your composure, "...that was the last time I saw him."

"Fucking hell..." He sighs out, the curse pouring out from the depths of his soul. He takes a pack of cigarettes out of his back pocket, taking one and offering the pack to you, "You smoke?"

You shake your head, "Yeah, but I can't right now." You let out a bitter chuckle as you add on: "Last night...I found out I'm pregnant."

Carmy chokes on the puff he'd just inhaled, coughing out the smoke. He gives you a deer-in-headlights look, trying to gouge your reaction so he can mimic his accordingly. You help him out by giving him a slight smile, allowing him to reflect it back at you ten fold.

"No fucking way." He laughs, prompting you to nod, your eyes filling with tears for the millionth time today. He tosses his cigarette, motioning for you to approach him, "Come here." His arms wrap around you and you damn near break down, finally allowing yourself to shed those tears you've been holding back as you hug him back, squeezing him tightly.

You didn't realize how much you'd needed that hug, that comfort. You had no one to offer it to you. It's funny how quickly people can become important in our lives - in this case, only minutes after entering yours.

You're both startled when the door is thrown open revealing a man you don't recognize initially. His demeanor allows you to connect him to a name soon though.

"Cousin, what the fuck?! We're fighting a war in there...- oh, my bad." He straightens his attitude when he notices you, "Hi there."

Sniffling, Carmy wipes a stray tear before offering Richie a wide smile, "Cousin, we're gonna be uncles."

The confusion on his face provokes a laugh out of you, a genuine one at that. It's refreshing, nostalgic almost. And although you're well aware you'll have to retell your and Mikey's story several more times to catch people up to speed, you know that it'll be a little less dreadful each time.

* * * * *

It's over. The five minutes of utter hell and chaos are over.

You share a look of disbelief with Syd before bursting out in hysterical laughter, enveloping each other in a hug.

"We did it."

"We fucking did it."

Wiping sweat from your forehead with the back of your hand, you beam up at Richie who is equally as high on the feel of accomplishment. His arms wrap around you so tightly, he momentarily lifts you off the ground.

It's finally the calm after the storm. You can finally relax without waiting for the other shoe to drop.

You rush out to the dining are, going straight to Sugar and Pete's table where your one year old son is being entertained by the couple, cackling as Pete tickles his feet.

"Hope he wasn't too much trouble." You say as you approach their side, your voice prompting Sugar to get up and practically tackle you with upmost joy.

"Great job back there, Y/N." She beams at you, holding your hands tightly when she pulls away.

"You too, mama." You smile back, resting a hand over her swollen belly just in time to feel a kick.

Turning back to Calvin, you see him making grabby hands at you, giggling when you pick him up, peppering kisses all over his face, "Hi, baby!" You coo to him, adjusting his surprisingly still clean shirt. A fancy one, curtesy of Richie. Him, Fak and Calvin are in matching suits tonight and it's the most adorable thing. "Wanna go see uncle Carmy?"

It's ridiculous you even asked. The little boy cheers happily, kicking his feet as you carry him back to the kitchen, stopping in front of the freezer door to knock on it.

"What?!" You hear Carmy's rough voice boom from inside.

"Carmy!" Calvin calls out to his uncle, his tiny hands tapping on the freezer door, "Hiiii!"

"Hi Baby Bear." His tone has softened now, raising to an octave higher, "Your mommy is a badass, you know that."

"Oh he knows." You reply, resting your forehead on the cool metal, "We did it, Carm. We took care of it. Everything's handled, don't worry." You take this moment of calmness on his end to reassure him that no matter what anxieties are plaguing him, everything is and will be fine.

"I know you did, Y/N. You're an awesome team. Just wish I was in the fire with you, you know?" He says through a shaky breath, causing your heart to ache.

"Oh this was just the frying pan, dude. You'll be there for the many fires to come." Your words are successful in making him laugh, bringing you relief.

"I cook too!" Calvin proudly proclaims, making you both chuckle.

"You'll cook too, Teddy Bear. You'll be the best fucking chef ever." You gave up a while ago trying to shield Calvin from the sailor mouths of the Berzatto family and the restaurant as a whole. If he has a potty mouth from a very early age, you'll just blame it on his dad and uncles.

You never dreamed you'd find yourself in the cahoots of such a batshit crazy and immensely loving family. It really makes you feel a sense of fulfillment looking back at how far you've come and look forward knowing that you'll never come to a point where you'll be alone.

You'll always have your son, the Berzattos and The Bear by your side.

[misc-obeyme]

THE THREADS THAT BIND

CHAPTER THREE

MASTERPOST for summary/info/chapter list

a/n: Solomon makes an appearance! This story takes place in the OG timeline so Barbatos doesn't hate him lol. However, I like to think that Barbatos is not generally inclined to ask Solomon for help, especially if it's something he believes he can handle himself.

GN!MC x Barbatos | word count: 1,829

Warnings: Solomon lol, but otherwise there is a time when MC is dealing with pain from the curse again, though briefly

That day at RAD, Barbatos stayed by your side as you went to each of your classes. Lucifer and Diavolo were the only people that knew what was going on. Everybody else seemed too nervous to ask either of you about it. You supposed this was because if anybody got too close, Barbatos would smile at them. It was the terrifying smile he sometimes used and it was more than enough to deter any probing questions.

There were some people who were less affected by that particular smile, though. You were sitting between Solomon and Barbatos in class when Solomon leaned over to you and said, "I see you've been cursed and gained yourself a butler attendant."

Of course Solomon could tell you were cursed. It would be weird if he didn't notice. You were about to tell him all about what had happened when Barbatos cut in.

"It is none of your concern," he said lightly.

Solomon sat back and laughed. "I'm sorry, but I have to disagree. This is my adorable apprentice. I hardly think them being cursed is none of my concern."

"It was an accident," you said, trying to intervene before things got problematic. "I was practicing a spell and got it wrong, that's all."

Solomon frowned. "You must have gotten it really wrong if you cursed yourself instead."

You felt Barbatos's hand on your leg, squeezing tightly. He was likely thinking of earlier when you said he should tell Solomon the truth. You patted his hand underneath the table, hoping to reassure him that you wouldn't give away his secret.

You smiled at Solomon. "I don't suppose you know the counter curse for something like this, do you?"

Solomon looked you over, as though he was calculating the full effects of the curse itself. "I'm not sure," he admitted at last. "Is it a binding curse?"

"It has these threads," you said.

You were about to describe it more, but Solomon interrupted you. "Ah, okay, it's a thread binding curse. It hurts you when Barbatos leaves your side, doesn't it?"

Solomon was the best sorcerer in the three realms, of course he knew about the curse. But you were still surprised. "Yeah, exactly," you said.

"I don't know how you managed to do that to yourself, MC," Solomon said with a playful smile. "But I can sense that there are those who believe that it's none of my business, so I'll just take your word for it. Let me look into this curse, okay? I might be able to find the counter curse for you."

"That would be great," you said. "Thanks."

The rest of the class passed without incident. Though you were sure it was only a matter of time before Solomon found out exactly what had really happened.

-

When you were done at RAD for the day, Barbatos escorted you back to the Demon Lord's Castle. You spent the evening following him around - sitting in the kitchen watching him make dinner, lingering around while he did laundry, following him to Diavolo's office to check on the prince and bring him tea while he worked. There was something easy and casual about it. You found yourself doing little things for him without even realizing it - handing him a spoon in the kitchen, helping him match socks, arranging the cookies on the plate he brought Diavolo with his tea.

The two of you also spent some time reading through books about curses, trying to find the counter curse for your current predicament. Barbatos didn't comment on the earlier conversation you'd had with Solomon at RAD. You wondered if Solomon would find the solution before you did. The likelihood of that happening seemed pretty high to you.

As you were reading through various books, your D.D.D. went off almost continually. The brothers were not happy about the fact that you weren't coming back to the House of Lamentation for the foreseeable future. You were sending them messages trying to console them, letting them know that you still cared about them, that you'd be home soon.

Even as you sent those messages, you felt a little guilty. You loved the brothers, of course you did, but you found you really enjoyed being in Barbatos's company, too. Dinner had been especially pleasant with Diavolo there, the three of you chatting about this and that.

Diavolo had been extremely concerned about the curse when Barbatos told him about it. He was not pleased, not just because of his butler being cursed, but because an exchange student like yourself had been cursed as well. Barbatos had managed to convince him that it would be all right, that you would find a way to break it in time. And Diavolo seemed to trust his word. And so did you.

Eventually, the day came to a close and you began to get tired, yawning now and again. You tried to hide it, keeping yourself focused on the books in front of you, but you should have known that wouldn't work.

"I think perhaps we should go to sleep now, MC," Barbatos said, closing the book he was reading and looking at you carefully. "We can continue this research tomorrow."

"All right," you said, knowing it would be pointless to argue with him. "But I feel like we're no closer than we were when we started. I hope Solomon is having some luck."

Barbatos stood up from the table, gathering the books in a neat stack. "I appreciate you not divulging the truth of our situation at RAD earlier today."

You sat back and crossed your arms. "I only did that because you were squeezing me so hard. I still think you should tell him."

Barbatos shook his head. "I must ask you not to interfere with this."

"I won't," you said, mostly because you didn't want to upset Barbatos. You supposed it was a matter of pride for him. He likely felt he should be able to handle a bothersome sorcerer on his own.

You stood up from the table and followed him as he led you out of the room. It wasn't long before you were at the door to your guest room. He opened it for you and then followed you inside.

You looked around the room. You had enough things for now, but if this went on for much longer, you'd have to go back to the House of Lamentation just to pick up more clothes.

You sighed a little and turned to Barbatos, who was standing just inside the room. "Aren't you going back to your room? You must be tired, too."

Barbatos chuckled. "I'm afraid my room is too far from this location to allow you to sleep comfortably if I do that."

The truth of this statement hit you like a ton of bricks. Of course he couldn't leave! Last night, it was clear that he had spent the whole night in the chair beside your bed. He wasn't thinking about doing that again, was he?

Then again, you weren't entirely sure just how far he could go before you started to feel ill. You frowned. "Are you sure?"

Barbatos blinked in confusion. "Fairly certain, yes."

"Let's test it," you said, moving past him and back out into the hall.

He followed directly on your heels. "MC, I must insist-"

"No, I need to know how much distance we can have between us," you said, starting off down the hallway.

Barbatos followed you. "MC, this is really unnecessary. You'll only-"

You stopped and turned around abruptly, putting a hand out. This caused Barbatos's chest to bump into your flat palm. He frowned.

"Just humor me, okay? Stop moving. Stay right here," you said.

Barbatos was clearly not pleased with this idea, but he took a single step back from you. The way he remained still indicated to you that he wouldn't follow you again.

You turned back around and started walking. You found you felt perfectly fine. Perhaps it wasn't as bad as you had previously thou-

It was like you had crossed an invisible threshold. You felt the same nausea as you had before when you had first woken up and Barbatos left your room. As you kept going, the headache sprang up. You forced yourself to continue. You were feeling sick, but it wasn't so bad that you couldn't walk. You weren't even slowing down, really. So you kept up your pace, continuing on down the hall.

And then it hit you. The sickness was one thing, but this was different. It was a pain that seared through your heart. It was an emptiness, a hollow that yawned in your spirit, miring you heavily in something you could only describe as despair. As though you had lost everything. The pain was overwhelming and you fell to your knees, hitting the ground hard before catching yourself on your palms. Tears were streaming down your face.

The pain eased almost immediately as Barbatos nearly ran to your side, his hands on your arms. You looked up at him and it felt like that hole had been patched, carefully and thoroughly. Like you were whole again. You stopped crying, but you were suddenly so tired. You sighed and let your head fall again.

"MC," Barbatos said.

"I'm sorry," you said. "You were right. I didn't believe it was that bad."

"This is the nature of the curse," Barbatos said. "As you see, it is better if I stay close to you. I will simply sleep in the guest room beside yours."

You almost groaned. Of course he would do that. You had forgotten there was a room right next to yours. That should be close enough for you to be okay.

You reached out, holding onto his arms. Barbatos understood immediately and helped you stand, though he didn't let you go. You couldn't stand without him at that moment anyway, so you leaned on him heavily.

"So you'll be here?" you asked, indicating the door next to yours as he helped you back down the hallway.

"Yes," Barbatos said. "You should be all right with that short distance."

You started to regain your strength, finding you could walk without his assistance by the time you got back to the bedroom door. You pulled away from him gently, carefully wiping the tears off your face.

You forced yourself to smile at him. "All right," you said. "Then… I'll see you in the morning."

"I look forward to that moment," Barbatos said with a smile. "Good night, MC."

"Good night, Barbatos," you said, watching as he actually bowed to you briefly before going through the other door.

You went back into your own room and sat on the bed, sighing. You had forgotten just how horrible that feeling had been the first time Barbatos left your side. You wouldn't be making that mistake again. You felt heavy as you stood up and began to get ready for bed.

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[los-ninos-tortugas]

Tottmnt!Mikey is the oldest headcanon still lives! (at least nothing has negated it yet lol ;) )

Also seems I was kinda right in thinking that Mikey is having a bit of a crisis of identity, and he seems to struggle a bit with self-comparison, with a lot of focus on Leo in a way that seems self-deprecating. (I feel like there's been some tension set up between those two, with Leo's jabs in the first episode, and now in Mikey's flashback in this episode he has Leo blaming him for their predicament. all of this is feeding into my head canon about those two being the oldest, but Mikey shirks a lot of responsibility onto Leo.)

Rod apparently follows in a line of red-headed characters who manipulate Mikey in some way (Bradford for 2012!Mikey, Meat Sweats for Rise!Mikey). Seems to be another one of those things that's a universal constant. Sure Mikey here obviously isn't totally swayed and is manipulating Rod right back somewhat, but Rod is definitely holding the cards in this situation since he's basically holding Mikey's brothers' lives in his hands. (well, at least as far as Mikey is concerned he is. I kinda can't help but take Rod's claims about his dad with a grain of salt but that might just be because I'm an adult watching this show. He's also just insufferable enough that it might just be true, but still. it's kinda moot anyway cuz obviously there's ten more episodes of this and the end of the episode didn't just hand Mikey the easy solution.) I'm not sure what it is about Mikey that makes pairing him up with a manipulative character a go-to story-line, but evidently there's something there about that.

anyway, it works leading into his arc for this episode. Mikey starts off feeling the need to do something to help is brothers but he isn't sure what. The weight of that responsibility bears down on him and scares him, so when Rod seemingly offers him an easy solution that takes the responsibility off of Mikey's shoulders, it makes sense that he would jump at it.

All that said I think it's a little unfair to call Mikey irresponsible as is implied by both Leo and Rod, because I don't necessarily think he is? Like okay, far and away breaking the zoo's fuse box was super irresponsible, but he at least has the wherewithal to realize it within a few seconds of doing it as opposed to later in the episode. just in terms of disposition tottmnt!Mikey seems a lot more grounded and down to earth than the more 'spacey' 03, 2012, or even Rise!Mikey's (also me calling them 'spacey' is not me dunking on those characters I don't necessarily mean it with a negative connotation, it's just a difference I noticed.) Like I was saying, I feel more like Mikey is more afraid of responsibility than he is actually irresponsible, but the fact that he stepped up to protect Rod at all from the mechazoid I think indicates he's ready for more than he thinks, and we kinda see that with how he handles the situation with Pidgeon Pete.

Honestly the situation could have continued to escalate so far out of control (and- while I'm not exactly sure what the current status regarding any possible future seasons of this show is- they left the situation at the zoo pretty open for consequences that could bite him back later), but the way he diffuses it and defeats the mechazoid kinda shows a level of maturity I don't think we get very often from Mikey in general.

So that's episode two down. I'm kinda starting to lose steam because it's getting pretty late here, maybe I'll squeeze in episode three before bed? but I probably won't write anything about it until tomorrow. I don't have any head canons or predictions going in for episode three, so I guess it'll be a bit of a surprise.

[geminiagentgreen]

Hello!! It's me again!! I have another question!! I saw a post the other day, I think I saw it on twitter, but it brought up a Bible verse that I've always been confused on. The one that talks about honoring your parents. What exactly does it mean to honor your parents? Like what does one do to honor their parents?

I ask this because my relationship with my dad is not good. I don't want to get into to much detail here (as tempting as it is lol) so the most I'll say is that he isn't a great dad. He has a lot of anger issues, he's insensitive and at times judgmental. He knows the Bible like the back of his hand but he feels very dead in it. He hides behind it a lot instead of actually tackling his issues in any shape or form. Always says that God is working on him but nothing ever changes, he's still the same miserable man he's always been

Because of all of this, I do not love him. I try to, but I just can't. I don't want him around me, I try to avoid him as much as I can, his presence alone can greatly sour my mood. And yet, God talks about honoring one's parents. There's clearly importance to that, I just don't fully get it. I don't understand what it truly means to honor my parents. As much as my dad needs to change, does this include change in me as well? In how I view and interact with him? I hope this isn't to much of an ask from me (and I hope I didn't overstep any boundaries with everything I've said here lol)

Oh, beloved, how I related to your predicament...

Well, for starters, a good and basic way to honor your parents is through obedience to them. Under their roof as a child to being an adult and visiting them, doing as you are asked or told by your parents is honoring them. There is also how you speak of them to others and truly in your heart; are they respected? Do you obey your mother at home but when you're with friends is she spoken of bitterly? I feel like I could go on, but overall the principle of honoring your parents has its roots in the supreme commandment of honoring God - for what are earthly parents if not a picture of God's character?

But as is often the case, parents are not perfect, and some of us are born to difficult fathers. I want to say right off the bat that despite of how sour, even miserable our relationship with our fathers may be, we are still called to honor them as well (though not above the authority and commandments of God, and not to where we don't reach out for help when we can as his sins are not justified by any obedience towards him).

Myself and all of my siblings can attest to the less than stellar relationships we had with our father; he too had anger issues - he'd walk into the room and everything would go silent, every now and then he'd explode about something or make a mountain out of an anthill - and right to the T with your father is how I'd continue to describe mine.

With this, we can look at your lack of love for him. The beautiful thing about love is that it's not a feeling, but it's actions. Love is deciding to repay anger with gentleness, bitterness with kindness, a rude comment with an "I love you", and praying for him - the more often, the better - for God commands us to love even our enemies and to pray for those who persecute us (Matthew 5:44), and unfortunately sometimes our fathers are our enemies.

My father was also a man who was very close with bible verses, and I personally look back upon his life and see an honest effort from a man with more pain than I think I ever got to know. My pop felt like a better father when he tried being my friend, if I'm being honest, but I know he cared in his own way (he made sure everyone was at church if you were under his roof, and I'm glad he did) and I'd very much like to give your father the benefit of the doubt; many of us don't like who or where we are, even as Christians, so it could be that is something he's dealing with, or he very well could be dealing with the sin of pride. Regardless, and in fact because of how unlovable he is to you, he needs you all the more, and that right there is one great way to honor you father: love him even when he is unlovable.

And, to be blunt, I would get to loving him ASAP, because tomorrow is not guaranteed.

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I am once again blessed that you would consider me for advice, and I thank you for I am coming from some personal evaluation of whether or not there are any works within or from me to justify my faith. By the good grace of God, here you are to demand my reliance upon Him with what couldn't have been a more tailor-suited question.

I'll be praying for you both, I sincerely hope you two will be reunited and get to reconcile and grow.

[withdrawingramen]

anger ( whumpril )

@whumpril - d6 - bad coping mechanisms. this one's a little shorter than usual and a bit late too but yoinks CW: perspective of whumper, lady/female whump, whump of a minor ( 17 y/o), general beating & tasing, authoritative & strict whumper w/ somewhat of a conscience, whumper w a shitty childhood (lol) Kurai walked hurriedly though the halls, storming through them, rather. His hands curled into tight fists, itching to get his hands on something, anything. He should've kept away from his mother after all. "Kurai...once I get out, you'll help your mother, right?" He had no obligation to help that woman. The woman who ruined his innocence, his childhood. The woman who drank day in and day out, despite her empty promises. He would never file for a prison visit for her again. He made his way towards 79's room, fumbling for the keycard. This was his only outlet. Nobody would dare question the girl if she showed up to her shifts all bloody and battered, the only assumption being she'd done something to deserve it. After all, did a demon have to do something to truly deserve a beating? The halls were half empty during lunch break, so he wouldn't have to deal with the guard that stood ground outside 79's room. Kurai stopped briefly before using the keycard, flexing his knuckles. They'd most likely cause inconvenience later. He stepped in, noticing the girl arranging her bed. She instantly turned to look at him the moment the door creaked open. Kurai made sure he'd locked it from the inside. As if he hadn't been fuming with anger a few moments ago, he tucked his hands into his pocket.

Breathe. You'll need it later. He told himself before exhaling, and looking his subordinate in the eye. "What are you doing?" "I just...came back from my shift. I'm cleaning up." The girl spoke flatly, breaking eye contact and continuing with her current task. Her thin hands moved along with her, silently folding the mattress. He'd rather see her hands tremble beneath her own weight. "Good. That means there's nothing you need to do later in the day." Kurai spoke, now folding up his sleeves. He watched 79 slowly back away as he approached her. "No...why?" "Then you don't have to worry about the pain till tomorrow." The girl's lips parted, realizing her predicament. His fist collided with her cheek the next moment. Kurai watched her stumble back, eyes wide in surprise. He grabbed her by the collar, kneeing her right below the solar plexus. 79 let out a small squeal, crumbling to the ground when he let go of her. The girl coughed and spluttered before his feet, clutching her stomach. Control. Control was what he needed, and this is how he would get it.

Kurai didn't exactly keep track of what he did to her in the next few minutes, but he knew the damage he was doing. Every time she curled in on herself when he kicked her, every time she screamed or cried out in the moment of everything, every hit he landed harder than the last. Kurai ignored her pleas and soft repetitions of "I didn't do anything this time." He kneeled before her ridiculously thin, wheezing frame on the floor, bloody fist now retracting. "Why-?" The girl croaked out, blood coating her hair and face, dripping down her mouth and nose. Tears mixed with with red ran down her cheeks as she glared at him with trembling eyes. "What?"

"Why are you doing this to me?!" She yelled out, voice cracking, clearly glazed with pain. Kurai drove his fist into her torso, hearing a slight crack followed by her half scream-sob. "Sorry. Didn't mean to hit that hard." He mumbled, and stepped a few blocks back to catch his breath, as if recovering from an hour long workout.

"Because.." He started off, recalling how his mother demanded he fuel her alcohol addiction even in prison. Send me a few bottles, she'd said. Kurai gazed at the ground, suddenly urging himself to avoid the girl's eyes. "I visited my mom in prison after a while, today. She successfully pissed me off. She hasn't changed a bit." He looked up at the girl, gaping at him in what she found to be mixture of disbelief and exhaustion. "I'm really, really angry." Kurai stated matter-of-factly. He pulled out the taser from his uniform, watching 79 scoot away till her back hit the wall. "No. Nonono. Please. Don't use that. Please!" 79 begged, half sobbing and coughing. For some reason, that made him feel shitty and he couldn't figure out why. "Bear it." Kurai spoke. He thrust the taser into her probably, no, most definitely injured ribs, watching her scream and writhe beneath the current. A few more seconds passed before he granted her relief. Kurai got up, fixing his uniform and caressing his bruised knuckles. The girl had curled in on herself, convulsing and gasping for air. Kurai ran a hand through his hair, hoping the frustration would seep out of him moments later. He unlocked the door, walking out of the room, leaving the youngster to steam in her own suffering. Yet somehow, now that it was over, Kurai felt even worse than before. This inevitably called for a call with his counsellor, it seemed.

[onhowtobecrazy]

I don’t know why I didn’t post that picture before, probably the shock of it actually happening and the time it took me to take it in… and I don’t know why I’m posting it now, except that it’s been a year, my birthday just passed, and I’m the moppiest ever around that time.

So here they are, our space parents. Thank you to these beautiful people for their incredible work on the show, and for their kindness and care towards their fans, their dedication to those wonderful characters.

[scoups4lyfe]

Hebi Anon

I need to stop going too fast when writing out long thongs because I forgot another extremely important thought I have about Taro's "relationship" with the others

Understanding is a two way street. Haruka at least has shown that she's putting in the effort to understand. Going to Jin to learn Taro's history and asking the questions of what is happening to try and understand their shared predicament of the Noto Layer. These are actions taken to understand Taro.

However, as I said before, I feel that Taro's not trying to understand on his end, which is frustrating to me. I'm neurodivergent and the word runs off of what I see are strange and arbitrary rules, so I ask questions and seek answers to understand. Trying to understand and failing I can get, but not trying at all is just AGH

(Yeah as you can probably tell, I don't like Taro. Sorry about that)

Haahahahahaha It's okay yo -- I'm more than sure that I'm liking Tarou enough for everyone else in this entire world

LOL

I can understand your frustration here :33. As someone used to actively seeking answers to understand whatever my lil homie's got going on would be More Than infuriating (lol).

But the thing is ---and I think this is important to state here ---

there are some things in life that you have to learn.

My friend Sushi is exactly (handshake) with you when it comes to asking questions and seeking answers when you fail to understand, because that would be the rational thing to do right?

Well I'm the opposite

(HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA rip)

And this is because I'm DAIJI ™ .

I was raised the same-ish way where since everyone else did everything for me, the idea of searching for answers (that, for example, my parents would just tell me) NEVER pops into my head first

instead I speedrun through all the stages of grief and have a full-on meltdown and then, MAYBE I'll think 'Oh yeah -- I can just google this?'

This is my learned helplessness nerfing me in the face (yeehaw). I'm used to being handed answers, to the point that I never think about asking questions ---that even the mere IDEA of asking when I'm confused doesn't ever pop inside my head

9/10 I go "Guess I'll die" and hope that I understand enough to get whatever confusing thing or situation solved.

For a long time I didn't understand show versus tell. But when I did BOOK CLUB with J and Nacho, their live-blogging of the material we read each month gave me that skill. Hearing Nacho say:

"Okay author-nim, why are you telling us this??? You should be showing us this instead" had me going

"O!!! That IS telling!!!!" and now I'm a pro when it comes to that topic.

Book Club started in November of 2020 -- so this skill was developed relatively not too long ago, but it wouldn't have developed at ALL if I didn't hear my comrades honest thoughts and criticism.

It's the same with analysis, I remember in my freshman year of college, after reading passages of the assigned literature, the professor (this is for english / english LIT classes) would ask: "Thoughts? Questions?"

And no lie it would be like

"You people got thoughts on these things??? Y'all got QUESTIONS????" ....But after experiencing class discussion enough, it became easier and easier to begin to learn how to ask questions or how to analyze the material I was consuming. Because I learned what questions I needed to be asking.

This happened because of (1) Proximity, (2) being challenged, and (3) learning through Osmosis.

I said in the previous ask, that Momoi hasn't ever been challenged. So while it might be obvious to ask questions and try to find answers, Momoi's never learned this. He's never needed to learn this.

Because he's been good at everything he's ever done, and had no one to help him grow (say, socially) he doesn't have the skills to ask questions. Why would he need to ask when he just does it easily, anyways? When he never had any trouble? He's never had to ask --so now he doesn't have the language he needs to learn how to understand, or how to seek out that understanding.

Something he DOES have trouble with is the social aspect of life. But again, all he knows is that he's wrong somehow --- he doesn't know why, he doesn't understand, and he has no one to ask, he doesn't even know how to ask.

He just accepts it as fact.

And because of this he operates on Momoi™ logic.

[nyxdelanuit]

Little Mouse (Kuroo x F!Reader)

thank you, my love <3 and of course, I will give you your husband lol WARNINGS AHEAD: fuck or die, babes. NSFW abound. 

You knew that you wouldn’t get your dream job straight out of grad school. And you were fine with that, really. It didn’t hurt that your closest coworker was terribly attractive… You just wished you were working on something less… unsavory.

 But 'dick pills,' as Kuroo so elegantly referred to them as, paid the big bucks. So you shrugged it off, hoping that if you worked your hardest, you could move onto something better soon. Unfortunately, the trials brought up and unexpected and fatal side effect. If the test subject didn't… complete, preferably with a partner, their heart would become arrhythmic, and eventually stop. It was a little annoying, especially with Kuroo getting distracted and frustrated, trying to figure out what exactly was wrong.

When he got particularly frustrated, he liked to come tease you. The two of you had worked closely long enough for you to move around each other like second-nature. But when he got annoyed, he moved into your space, played with your hair, called you such pretty names…

 What a tease.

 Sure, maybe you did harbor feelings for him. And yeah, you might have thought about him, once or twice, as you laid in bed alone. But that didn’t mean he could just play with you like that.

 “Come on, princess. They won’t miss us for thirty minutes. Let’s get out of here.” He grinned down at you, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

 “Kuroo, please. We’re on a deadline.” You tried to fight the flush you felt heating your cheeks.

 "Come on, lil mouse, there are quite a few tests I could use you for." He cocked an eyebrow at you, and you smacked his arm in retaliation. You couldn't let him know what those words did to you. He stumbled back, playing along with your lackluster hit. It would typically make you chuckle, at least a little bit, but the resounding shatter of glass on the tile killed the sound in your throat.

 The only thing that had been sitting on the counter behind him had been the samples you had been using to pinpoint the problem, a pure serum of the substance used in the pills, corked and sealed to prevent the fumes from escaping outside of the hoods scattered around the room.

 “Hey, lil mouse… please tell me you were a few seconds from figuring out what was wrong with this stuff.” Kuroo’s eyes met yours, pleading. You shook your head, you hadn’t. Those samples hadn’t even been under a vent hood, how careless could you be? Redness rose on Kuroo’s face, and it finally snapped you out of your daze long enough for you to press the big button near the door, sealing off the room and opening the ventilation system to clear out the remainder of the volatile fumes from the concoction spilled out over the floor.

 Kuroo had moved to the opposite side of the room, curled in on himself with his back facing you. You worked quickly to clean up the remnants, knowing that it would affect you less. Still, as you disposed of the glass and dirtied rags, you felt your pulse pick up.

 “Kuroo…” You tried to grab his attention.

 “Tetsurou. You may as well call me by my first name, lil mouse. Looks like I’ll get to run those tests on you after all.” He didn’t turn to face you as he began stripping off his lab coat and shirt with deft fingers. You had heard he played volleyball in high school, but you had never noticed how nice his fingers looked…

 Kuroo was red from the shoulders up, clad now in only his pants. You couldn’t deny that you would find it insanely attractive even without the help of the drug quickly coursing through your veins. Kuroo finally turned to face you, the image something you had only dreamed of while you were knuckle deep in yourself.

 Sweat beaded on his forehead, but he paid it no mind. Instead, he stalked toward you, boxing you in between him and the sturdy lab table at your back. You could resist, could try to reason your way out of this… but…

 "Please, little mouse." He pleaded, bringing your hand to his bare chest, his thrumming heart fluttering under your touch. It wouldn't be fair of you to deny him, not now. As soon as he saw the hesitance leave your face, he dipped in. The first brush of your lips was soft, sweet. Something akin to the first kiss lovers would have, instead of whatever this was. Once you tasted him, it was all over for you.

 Your hands found his hair, and he pressed you greedily to his body. You met in a flurry of lips and teeth, hands wasting no time in pulling off your coat and ripping the shirt from your chest. His lips followed shortly after, laving across your torso before his hands found the clasp at your back. With a gasp, your breasts were bare to the cold lab air. They pebbled with the cold air, only worsening as Kuroo enveloped one with his mouth.

 “As much as I would love testing your every sensitivity, I don’t think I can wait little mouse. His fingers made short work of the button of your pants, dipping down to your dripping heat with little resistance. He spread around your slick with a smile, at least you seemed to need it just as bad as he did. Kuroo helped you shuck your pants and panties, sparing a moment to stare up at you.

 He grunted as he remembered his predicament, quickly standing to release himself from the constraint of his pants. You couldn’t help the whine that escaped your throat at the sight of his length, swollen and ruddy, pearls of fluid leaking from the tip. If this had been any other time, you wouldn’t have wasted a moment dropping to your knees to lap it up, to savor his taste.

 Your moment of daydreaming must have been too much for him, as Kuroo turned you forcefully, leaning you over the table. You felt the scorching heat of his skin at your back, a drastic contrast to the icy countertop at your breast.

 “Sorry, little mouse. If we had time, I’d prep you so well. I’d have you begging for my cock.” He lined himself up with your heat, releasing a breathy moan as his swollen head glided through your folds. With a hand braced on your shoulder, he sheathed himself in one thrust.

 The stretch was uncomfortable but manageable. If there was one up-side to being inadvertently dosed, at least it helped ease the discomfort. Kuroo tried to hold back, but his restraint quickly waned, feeling your warm walls constrict around his dick. Sharp thrusts push and pull you along the tabletop, the cold surface rubbing your nipples to the point of pain, but it doesn't taint the pleasure of Kuroo thrusting within you mercilessly. You can't even push back, your feet not finding purchase on the tile of the floor.

 Kuroo seemed to be annoyed by this too, pulling himself from your heat. You whined at the loss, but he shushed you as he helped you stand on shaky feet. With your balance restored, he draped your leg over his hip, plunging back into your core with a bitten curse. The table bit into your back awkwardly, but you couldn't find it within yourself to care as Kuroo's hand gripped your thigh, pulling you further onto his length. You were finally able to move against him, bringing moans and strangled sighs from the both of you. Your nails bit into the nape of his neck, but that only seemed to drive him further. The grip on your thigh was bruising, and you were ashamed to be thankful that you'd at least have the marks to remember this from.

 Kuroo released his lip from in between his teeth long enough to swallow your keening moans. “Little mouse, you fit me so well. If I had known, I would have done this sooner.” He grunted as his words caused you to clench around him. “Such a good little mouse.” His thrusts started becoming rougher, reaching you deeper, but he still wasn’t satisfied. You had no choice but to follow him as he sunk down, dragging you by the hips. Once you were safely on the floor, he flipped the two of you.

 You don't think you've ever felt so small as you did under Kuroo. He practically folded you in half with ease, hissing as he pushed himself to your limit. "Fuck, princess. You're doing so well for me." Each thrust seemed to pull the breath from your lungs, and yet you knew that the cries echoing in the room were yours. Especially with Kuroo's lip being worried between his teeth. His eyes were on you, though, and how you could have missed the fire raging in them, you didn't know.

 A few adjustments, and Kuroo was sitting on his knees, pounding into you like his life depended on it. Some sick twisted humor in your head reminded you that it did, but you tucked that away to worry about later. Kuroo was now dragging his swollen head across your deepest depths, hitting your most sensitive spots with each pull. “Come on, little mouse. Cum all over my cock.” His calloused fingers, long and practiced, trailed in between your bodies. It was rough and on the verge of painful against your clit, but that was all you needed to snap over the edge. Your release poured over Kuroo’s cock, drenching his pants.

 “Te-Tetsu, I can’t..” You gasped as he bucked with abandon, working you through your orgasm to the point of overstimulation.

 “Fuck, princess. I can’t take it when you say my name like that.” He groaned, your legs bending even further as he laid his head on your shoulder. You tried to call out his name again, but he was relentless, chasing his high, and only half-formed syllables fell from your lips. Tears clung to your lashes, and you could feel the roughness in your throat from the cries you couldn’t hold back.

 “Fuck, little mouse. Take it all, please. Take it.” His lips attached to your neck as he twitched within you, setting off another fluttering release from you. He suckled at the spot as he groaned, thick ropes of cum painting your insides.

 He lowered your legs slowly, rubbing circles into your thighs in apology, but didn't remove himself. He placed a chaste kiss on the darkening skin on your neck, and your fingers sought out his chest. Just above his heart, you let your hand rest. He must have had the same thought, his lips gently placed against your pulse. Relief washed through you as you felt the tired muscle return to its normal rhythm, the sigh against your skin, convincing you that he had come to the same conclusion.

 Funny how you had thought about each other before yourselves.

 “Well, little mouse.” He chuckled, removing himself to collapse on the cold tile. He pulled you to his side before you could get up, and you didn’t have the energy to resist. “We should do this again. Well, not the whole, life-threatening drug thing. Just us. You and me, and a few more tests for my little mouse. Sound good?”

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[henryobsessed]

The Borrower and Her Bean Part 11

Summary: Henry rescues Melina, and is now desperately hoping she will wake up. 

Word Count: 1670

Warning: mention of nudity and stalking

A/N sorry for the delay had a block on this story, but i think its running again :)

Part 10 - Part 12

Melina's little body was limp and cold. Henry raced to his bedroom removed his shirt and then carefully removed her outer garments. Once she was only in her underwear he placed her on his stomach. Pulling a thick blanket over her. Slowly he rubbed her body with his thumb through the blanket pleading for her to wake up.

Kal noticing his masters panic. He jumped on the bed and smelling his friend placed his nose right near Melina. "Good job Kal, keep breathing your warm air on lina." Henry's heart thumbed as he continued to rub her little body. Wondering what else he could do he looked out at the night sky it's inky blackness only enhanced the brightness of the stars. Remembering her lullaby wondered if it would help her as it had helped him. His deep cadence hesitantly filled the room as he began to sing.

The silvery eyes silently watched as the bean tried to revive the borrower. They heard his song, a call to their kind, echo around the room. They watch as the little body began to breathe and then moan a sign of life. The Beans shoulders shook as relief was replaced with sorrow. His deep voice softly reached their ears. "My Lina, calls out to you her dreams to become like me, I don't know if you are really there or if you have the power. So let me add my request to hers, if I can become a borrower please let it be."  Both eyes set on each other, they twinkled in delight and mischief.

Melina was trapped in the cold darkness, unable to move, unable to wake. A tiny glow lit ahead of her, growing larger as she felt pulled towards it. Suddenly she heard a deep melodic voice calling her name, then the sweet melody of her lullaby. Warmth engulfed her as she felt drawn to the voice. Her body tingled all over as her nerve ending burned to life causing a moan to escape her lips. Above her, she heard her beans sigh then the whisper of prayer before she fell into a deep sleep.

Henry smelt a warm current of hot putrid air pushing at his body. Groaning he opened his eyes and then shut them tightly against the image before him. Willing himself to wake up he tried again but the image didn't change. Beside him lay the sleeping Melina her arms hugging his duvet, that in itself was enough to cause him to believe he was still dreaming. However, what turned this into a nightmare was the large black mussel and an open-mouthed cavern filled with large teeth in front of Melina accentuating the fact that Melina had not grown but he had shrunk.

Hoping he was just stuck in a terrible dream he decided to make the most of it. Moving closer he wrapped Melina up in his arms. The feel of her soft skin, and the gentle movement of her chest bringing calm to his freaked out mind. Hoping to wake up in their familiar size differences he pulled the duvet over himself shut his eyes and willed himself to sleep.

Melina awoke to a groaning in her ear and an odd sensation, something heavy laid across her chest. She tried to move her arm to free herself of the constraint. It was at this moment that it became clear that another borrower was holding her close.  The arm was not familiar, it was not Carson or Greg or even her father but it was definitely a male.  Panic welled up in her as the arm pulled her close into his hard body. Soft lips nuzzled into her neck and moaned "Lina". Twisting her body around to face the stranger she gasped, shock numbing her speech as she stared at a sleeping Henry. Not her gigantic bean but now a borrower size bean.

She reached out a hand to touch his face as it scrunched up in his familiar nightmare grimace. Her hand now ran over his entire cheek rather than just grazing his cheekbone. Concern trumped her shock and she fell into the familiar routine of a song. Her sweet voice filling the air and his face relaxed, his eyes opened. Sleep hazed they held the same look of shock as they filled with tears "It wasn't a dream"

He burrowed into her arms seeking assurance that he would be ok, her arms hesitantly wrapped around him. It was not exactly how he had envisioned their coming together, in fact, it was completely the opposite. Instead of him comforting a scared and confused Lina, showing her his world and hoping she would stay. It was Henry scared and confused seeking Lina's comfort. Hoping that she would not be still angry at him, and she would show him her world. Eyes tight he was unable to think of anything else but clinging to the one who he desperately needed.

Melina was so confused and in reality, she was still angry with Henry, but this was an extraordinary situation. As he clung to her she hesitantly wrapped him up in her arms. It was confusing her senses now having her bean clinging tightly to her body. She rubbed his back in small circles as his shuddering breaths started to even out. Running her hand through his hair, something she had never been able to do before, she spoke softly to her bean "It's going to be ok Henry, your not alone." He looked up at her his eyes red and puffy, causing Melina's heart to clench. Determining to put aside her anger she was going to help him adjust as a borrower, it didn't mean she had to trust him, but she didn't have to be angry with him anymore.

It took a while for Melina to shift from full concern for Henry to questioning her own predicament. Her last memory was going to get Ice cream so how did she end up in his bed? it was at that moment that she also realised something else. A deep blush coloured her face as she felt that she was skin to skin with her bean. Hesitant to cause him more turmoil she softly said: "Henry, I need you to move away from me and tuck the blanket around you" having returned his face to her shoulder he mumbled, "Why lina?" biting her lip and fighting the embarrassment she started to lift his arm from her waist "because for some reason I am only in my undergarments ...... and I don't think your boxers shrunk with you" It took all of 2 seconds for her Bean to spring back from her his face also now coloured a Rosie hue of red.

He couldn't look at her, how had he not realised that he was completely naked. He heard her sigh before speaking "Sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you. It makes sense that they didn't shrink with you. But what doesn't make sense is how I am here in your bed and also almost naked." Pushing past the embarrassment he looked up at her frowning face, "well, umm you got locked in the freezer and when I got to you your body was turning blue. So I did what they suggest for hypothermia, Skin on Skin to warm you up slowly. " He knew that was only the half-truth and hope she would not ask. Her forehead deepened and she took a breath "Ok, Thank you. but how did you know I was trapped in the freeze?"

His red cheeks deepened further in colour as he rubbed the back of his neck a tell tail sign what she was about to hear she would not like. His eyes did not quite reach hers as he explained "Well when you and your family disappeared, I missed you all. I kind of got desperate to see you so I set up cameras. I slept during the day and watched the cameras at night just in hope of getting to see you again. That how I knew you were in trouble because I watched it happen" Melina's mouth opened in surprise at his actions. It confirmed her need to not trust him, but still, she realised that if he had not been watching she would be dead now. She thought for a few minutes trying to get the nervousness down before addressing the problem.

Gathering a breath and pulling the blanket tighter around her she said" In one way I am grateful that you saved me, and that you were watching when it happened. However, can you see how that behaviour is another invasion of privacy?" echoing her action of pulling himself deeper into his section of blanket her bit his lip and replied "I'm Sorry lina, I'm sorry I read your diary, once I realised it was a diary I should have put it down, I'm also sorry for putting up the cameras. The reason I came to see you that day was to apologise for my words that night. I don't just want you to be here as my dream catcher. I actually care about you and maybe that why last night when I thought about losing you I asked the stars to make me a borrower........I guess they heard me. Do you forgive me, Lina"

The atmosphere between the two of them was very heavy, both afraid of what the other felt. Henry watched as his Lina tried to come to terms with what he had said. Hoping he would not be rejected as he had been before he waited. She looked up at him and was about to speak when the sound of  Kal's loud whine was heard. They both looked into the monstrous puppy's face, his large pink tongue lols out in a panting motion. Groaning Henry glanced at Melina in concern "How are we supposed to feed him?" chuckling she said, "We will work it out, that is part of being a borrower, problem-solving."

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Hi there! Anon here..lol So, I have a request for Iguro Obanai (• ▽ •) MC (preferably female) low-key declares Mitsuri a love rival (oh Lord! ヘ（。□°）ヘ) Reader is mad extra - she just wants to be noticed by snek papi! She greets him with his favorite treats every pillar meeting -but look! He didn't even notice! She offers to go on missions with him - oh..Mitsuri already volunteered? After pining after him for so long she starts to back off... until he confesses. Turns out Mitsuri (1/2)

Ahhh, hello, bby! Okay, I had so much fun writing this as well. Bc hey, it’s mild angst and I’ve always loved writing angsty stuff. And no worries at all; I kind of like having a rough guideline to go by, bc it lessens the strain of having to figure out a mild subplot. But anything’s fine with me. Ahaha. Thank you sooo much for requesting this, and I hope you like it. :D xx

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Reader Having a Crush on Iguro and Declaring Kanroji as a Rival (SFW Scenario):

“I don’t care, nee-chan. Mitsuri’s my rival for Obanai’s love— and there’s nothing that you can say that will make me change my mind,” (Y/n) declared irately, as she sat next to her sister on the engawa. Both of them were snacking on senbei, but it was more like (Y/n) was demolishing the crispy treats with every bite.

“You’re approaching this from a very immature perspective, (Y/n),” Akane— the older one of the (L/n) siblings— mused in a knowing manner. “Isn’t she your friend? You’re the Lightning Hashira; you’re supposed to set an example.”

Completely undeterred from her declaration, (Y/n) shook her head, before gnashing another chunk of senbei between her teeth. “She was my friend; until she started being too friendly with Obanai. They’re always together! And whenever Oyakata-sama asks for volunteers to go with Obanai, she’s always the first one to get chosen. It’s unfair!”

Akane chuckled at her sister’s predicament, then reached out and patted the top of her head. “If it’s so unfair, then why don’t you just move on to someone else? That boy who always visits you is cute. What was his name… uh… Rengoku?”

“Kyō-chan is like a brother to me. He doesn’t make me feel the way Obanai does.”

“Well, if you put it like that… then, try one more time. And then promise me that you’re going to stop trying to get him to notice you, if your attempt today fails. Okay, (Y/n)?” With those words hanging in the air, Akane pulled her sister close to her and laid her head on her shoulder. She then began stroking (Y/n)’s hair, more to comfort her than anything else.

“It’s just not fair, nee-chan. I loved him first.”

“That’s love, (Y/n). You know what okaa-san used to tell us, remember?” Akane began softly, as she kept lightly scratching her nails against the Hashira’s scalp.

And, after a brief pause, the sisters simultaneously spoke— with the younger one being more sullen than usual, “Some people are sent to you by the gods, so that they can teach you what you need to learn. While some people are given to you by the gods, so they can take care of you forever. There’s no telling whom was sent for what, so you will have to trust your own instincts and know when to keep on fighting, and when to give up.”

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Once the hour for the Hashira meeting had rolled around, (Y/n) could not hold in her nerves. She walked into the garden at the Demon Slayer Headquarters, with her head held high and her back ramrod straight— all while her fingers curled tightly around the bento she had made for Obanai.

She’d paid particular attention to which foods he liked and disliked, and with every meeting, she always brought a bento for him. Only, he never seemed to notice her efforts— so she always ended up giving the bentos to Rengoku.

Her gaze roamed around the expansive space, only to land on the man who made her heart race: Iguro Obanai.

Iguro was lounging on his favorite tree in the garden, when he spotted (Y/n). She was carrying another bento, and was headed straight for him— which caused a blush to immediately flare up across his cheeks.

“Hello, Obanai-san,” The Lightning Hashira greeted with a bright smile. She then held up the bento in her hands, with the same sincere affection he’d always picked up from her. “I made this for you.”

While (Y/n) may have looked calm and collected on the outside, she wanted to scream on the inside. Every second that passed with Iguro just staring at her made her nervous and sad; it gnawed a hole in her heart, which she knew she was most likely never going to mend.

The pair stared at each other, with (Y/n)’s smile slowly faltering. And when the Snake Hashira made no move to get the proffered container, that was when (Y/n) knew that it was time to give up.

So, with a gracious bow, she whispered— all while barely restraining her urge to cry, “Sorry for wasting your time, Iguro-san.”

And with those words, she turned on her heel and walked away from him with as much dignity as she could muster.

Even though she wanted to just lay down on her bed and cry her heart out, she couldn’t— because she still had a meeting to attend.

Of course she sat through the entire meeting, with her comrades shooting her and Iguro some weird looks. As (Y/n) was extremely tuned in to their boring topic of internal budgets, when before she would shamelessly shoot adoring gazes at the Snake Hashira, whom sat beside her.

Iguro could also feel the change in the air. Frankly, it unnerved him, as he had always harbored feelings for (Y/n) but was just too shy to confess to her. He feared that he may have accidentally dealt the final blow to their nonexistent relationship with his inept reaction earlier.

He had been so tongue-tied that he couldn’t muster up the energy— or the brain cells— to make his hands move. His heart had pounded so hard in his chest, because the woman he’d always liked had made another effort to garner his affections.

Little did she know that she already had them.

And once the meeting was over, Iguro was sure that he had singlehandedly ruined the one good thing he’d had with (Y/n).

She tried to be discreet about it, but it was obvious to him that she was avoiding him. Hell, it pissed him off; but the proverbial icing on the cake was when she gave the bento— which was filled with food for him— to the Flame Hashira.

Iguro wanted to scream when he saw that transpire with his own eyes. And then he wanted to shove Rengoku aside, when he saw the other man laugh heartily before wrapping his arms around (Y/n).

“I told you to confess to her already,” Kanroji’s familiar voice echoed in Iguro’s ears.

Anger bubbled up within the young man at his friend’s suggestion; anger at himself, not anger towards her. He had been too stubborn and shy to act on his own feelings, which was why he felt like (Y/n) had suddenly given up on him.

He could only look on as (Y/n) and Rengoku exchanged banter, and when a loud and heartfelt laugh bubbled from her lips, something snapped within him— and he found himself walking towards her.

“Oh, hello, I-” (Y/n) couldn’t even finish her flaky sentence, as Iguro had turned her to face him and slammed his lips against hers. It was kind of awkward with his bandages in the way, but it served to get the reaction he wanted: her face flushed and her eyes misty with desire.

However, even with (Y/n)’s heart pounding frantically inside her chest, irritation and mild embarrassment simmered within her. “How dare you-!?”

Once more, she was cut off when the Snake Hashira spoke over her, “I like you, (Y/n). I’ve always liked you.”

Wide-eyed and completely in shock, the young woman’s eyes darted from the man in front of her, to the Love Hashira who stood a few paces away behind him. “But you and Mitsuri-chan… you two…”

“She was helping me find a way to confess to you,” Obanai answered her unspoken question, which made a blush color her cheeks— all the way up to the tips of her ears.

“I… well… this is awkward,” (Y/n) whispered under her breath, which was still heard by all their comrades. And when she heard the first few vestiges of laughter, it suddenly dawned on her that she and Iguro hadn’t exactly been private with their altercation.

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Close Encounters of the Spiritual Kind

Summary: Emma Nolan spent a lot of time alone, and that was fine by her. Because one is never truly alone. She should know. She can talk to dead people. What she didn’t expect was one of these spiritual encounters to hang around, taking her down a rabbit hole of missing women, revenge, and, least expected, love. Can she save the day and Killian Jones? Is there even another choice?

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A/N: So I have been reliably informed that I am cruel and evil for this chapter sooooooo sorry? Lol. Some very big shifts happen here, but I won't say much more because I don't want to give too much away for this chapter or the chapters this affects in the future. You'll have to read and see ;) An especially large thank you this week to @kmomof4 who was very patient and efficient with this chapter, which made it possible for this to be posted on time (I had a really rough week lol) and of course thank you to @courtorderedcake because she's amazing, this art is amazing, and I'm just in awe of her period. *insert Wayne and Garth WE'RE NOT WORTHY bowing here* lol. Y'all are fabulous for all the reviews and favorites and reblogs and even just for reading this. I appreciate each and every one of you. Alrighty, on with the show, I hope you guys like it!

Chapter 13

Despite her better judgement, and the severity of the situation, Emma found herself managing Will Scarlett’s presence quite tolerantly. He reminded her of an annoying little brother, eating her sunflower seeds and spitting them all over himself, fiddling with her radio, trying to go through her console and glove box, making her thankful she’d locked the latter. It held her badge and gun in case of emergency.

“Take another left over here.” He pointed to an upcoming side street, happily bobbing his head to the music and chomping on another handful of seeds. Emma wrinkled her nose as he noisily slobbered shells into an empty convenience store cup.

“Can you not do that? It’s distracting. And disgusting,” she said, turning down the street he’d pointed out. She was glad she'd called Jefferson before they left and let him know she was waiting on Gold because this journey was taking much longer than she thought it would.

“Aw. Have I offended the princess’s delicate sensibilities?” he asked, grinning and still chewing on the seeds in his mouth. “Turn right up here.”

“Where are you even taking me?” Emma asked, complying with his instruction once more.

“Don’t trust me, love? I thought I had an honest face,” he grinned, a black bit of seed lodged in between his second and third upper teeth.  Emma rolled her eyes, and tightened her grip along the steering wheel. Much as she tolerated Will Scarlett, he was still a criminal leading her to a dangerous man in an unknown location. That, and he was infuriating.

“Can’t you just give a single straight answer?” she grumbled and suddenly, she recognized their surroundings. The smell of the sea permeated the vehicle, which was a welcomed break from the floral torture she’d been under for the last day solid, and she took a deep breath. “The docks, huh? I still have my knife if you’re trying to dump a body.” Will snorted.

“Hook would have more than me balls for somethin’ like that. And it’s broad daylight, if ya haven’t noticed,” he pointed out, motioning around them as the car came to a stop. “Not exactly prime conditions for corpse dumpin’.” With a final grin and a waggle of his ridiculous eyebrows, he opened the door and slipped from the vehicle like a cat. Emma was slower to respond, taking in her surroundings and a deep breath as she unbuckled her seatbelt. She exhaled slowly, trying to get her bearings, when her breath cut off short at the sight waiting for her.

Will was making his way towards a small pier where a figure stood staring out over the water. She knew even from behind that it was Killian Jones. His slightly overlong hair moved with the seaspray, his good hand tucked into the pocket of his leather jacket. His weight was supported on one leg, giving him a slight lean, his hook swinging freely at his side. It was exactly like the very first vision Milah had shown her of him. This must be something he did often, and she wondered briefly why he would summon her to a place that obviously meant a lot to him. Will approached him, saying something that she couldn’t hear, and Hook turned to acknowledge the man before setting his sights on her. He said something back, slipping his hand from his pocket and clapping Will on the shoulder but keeping his gaze firmly locked on hers. Shaking her hands out over her lap, she reached for the door handle and got out.

She leaned against the open door as he walked over to her, expression near unreadable, but somehow lighter than anything she’d seen on his face before. As he got closer, his eyes seemed to hold a note of apology and relief, which surprised her. He did throw her out, after all, dismissing her admissions and fears immediately. She couldn’t say without a second thought, because, well, here she was.

“Have you met with Gold yet?” he asked, coming to a stop just on the other side of the barrier the door provided. She raised an eyebrow at that.

“Good to see you again, too. And, yeah, I did,” she said, motioning to the bruise forming on her cheek and the split in her lip where the man in question had struck her. The anger that she was used to seeing in Hook’s eyes flashed there once again and he clenched his jaw making her blink at him in bewilderment. “I’m still in one piece, though, so I mean, it could be worse,” she mumbled, unsure of why she felt the need to reassure him of her well being.

“Aye. It could. Maybe you are a fool after all, Swan,” he said tersely, as if he were scolding a child. This ignited the rage in her belly all over again.

“Okay,” she said, slapping her hands on the top of her door. “Nice to see you again. I’m leaving.” She made to get back in the driver’s seat.

“No, no, wait, love, wait,” he rushed forward, hand and prosthetic held up to stop her. She paused, her lips pursed into a tight line.

Just listen, Milah murmured softly and Emma squeezed her eyes shut at the sound, shaking her head lightly. She blinked them open and scanned the area again, finding Will still patiently waiting on the dock he'd approached Hook on, clearly giving them space. She turned her attention back to Hook, his eyes searching her features as if trying to read her.

“I know you're upset with me,” he began and Emma snorted.

“Understatement,” she scoffed and a surge of jasmine around her made her bite her tongue against further barbs. The last thing she needed was for Milah and Hook to be battling for her attention.

“I know, and I called you here because perhaps I was a little hasty in enforcing your departure.” He nearly winced at the words, looking down and fiddling with his prosthetic with his good hand, and Emma found herself mildly amused by his discomfort. Apology did not seem to be his strong suit.

“So you regret missing an opportunity to recover your mother's ring,” she replied, irritation overriding her amusement. “Anything else?”

His eyes snapped up to hers with a force that almost had her stumbling backwards, a curious intensity to them that almost made the blue brighter and darker at the same time.

“I never told you that was my mother's ring,” he said, his tone low and even. Emma almost swallowed her tongue, fully expecting him to lash out again.

“I- I- uh- you didn't? I'm sure you did because, I mean, how else would I know that?” she tittered nervously, scooting closer to the interior of the car in order to make a quick escape if needed.

Silence descended between them and his eyes settled into a saddened expression, his brow furrowing slightly.

“No, love, I didn't. I haven't spoken of my mother in quite a long time. And the last people I spoke about her with are long gone.” He shifted towards her carefully, his movements slow and obvious, as if she was a wild cornered animal. She felt like one, so it was appropriate.

“Why am I here, Hook?” she said in a cracked voice, much higher than she would have liked it to be. He was standing practically up against the door now, his expression more sincere than anything she'd seen from him yet. There was a glimmer of vulnerability in the depths of his pupils that she was sure he didn't let free often and her heart clenched in her chest at the thought of him letting that side open to her. In this moment, she knew she was dealing with Killian Jones, not Hook.

“I want to help you,” he said with a steady certainty. “Gold is… well, you're in over your head. I'd like to help get you out of this predicament.”

“I can take care of myself,” she ground out. “I'm not a damsel in distress.”

“Of that I have no doubt, Swan,” he said, the mirth returning to his voice. He smirked and rocked back on his heels with a single ridiculously arched eyebrow. “But it would be bad form to leave a lady in distress when I have the power to ease her troubles.” He chuckled a little. “That's something Liam would have said. He was a navy man. Believed in all things done in ‘good form’.” He made air quotes with his hand and hook, eyes glazing in memory, and Emma couldn't help but soften as he spoke of his brother. His gaze came up to meet hers again, raw and honest. “But you already knew that, didn't you?”

Emma's breath caught in her throat as she gauged his expression. Strangely, she found no judgment or malice there this time. Just something that looked an awful lot like hope. She didn't trust her voice, she she offered him a simple wide eyed nod. He smiled, a soft little thing that made him look years younger and infinitely more handsome. Emma blinked a few times against that thought and drew her brows together in confusion. She had a job to do, she reminded herself. No time to be distracted by handsome criminals.

But distracted she was when his good hand came unexpectedly to rest on top of hers, turning it to grasp her fingers, his skin warm and callused on hers. Her heartbeat kicked up a notch and she stared at him, trying to get a read on what was going on.

“I don't know who you are, Emma Swan, or what's happening here, but I think I want to,” he said earnestly and Emma's heartbeat went from moderately fast to breakneck speed, her grip involuntarily tightening on his hand. He smirked at the movement, his tongue coming out to trace over his lips before lifting her fingers to them and placing a kiss on the back of her hand and releasing it easily. Emma didn't know what to do, what to say.

A shrill ringing sound coming from the console inside her car broke the tension and she darted her eyes to the interior.

“I better…” she trailed off, pointing awkwardly into the vehicle before slipping into it and retrieving the phone.

The words UNKNOWN NUMBER flashed across her screen. Emma felt a chill run through her and she fought not to shiver, knowing she was still under Hook's scrutiny.

“Swan,” she answered, a little proud of how businesslike and even her tone was.

“Neverland Shipping Warehouse,” Gold's voice said through the line, clipped and straight to the point. Emma was surprised to hear him on the line, rather than Zelena or another of his goons. “I've sent the address to your phone. There is a crate inside that I need you to get into. It is labelled with a large red X. You have four hours. Do not disappoint me again,” he said coldly and hung up before she could say another word.

DANGEROUS, Milah's voice shrieked out in her head, and Emma frowned deeply, ignoring her and looking down to the phone to confirm she received the information. Once she had, she looked up to see Killian Jones watching her with quiet concern, his hand on her still open door.

“Gold's people, I presume?” he said, his eyes darkening again.

“Ah, the man himself, actually,” she said and Killian looked so surprised it bordered on alarm. “I have to go. Duty calls.” She gave him an apologetic look, then glanced towards the docks to see Will Scarlett heading back in their direction.

She reached for her door, fully intending on making her escape (and making Scarlett Hook's problem), but she was halted by Hook's hand pulling the door gently, but firmly back to him. A puzzled look crossed her face and she jerked her head up to meet Hook's gaze.

“This isn't right, love. I don't think it's wise that you go,” he said, caution painted in every word.

STAY, DANGER, Milah repeated.

Emma scoffed and rolled her eyes at the both of them, pulling the door back to her and out of his grip, shutting it with only a little more force than strictly necessary. She rolled her window down to about halfway and smiled up at him, his face still a mask of stony concern.

“Swan, you're playing with fire here,” he cautioned again.

“Wouldn't be the first time I've gotten burned.” She shrugged and started her little yellow bug, the engine puttering to life. “I'll be in touch.”

As she pulled away with one last reassuring smile, she saw Hook motion sharply for Will Scarlett to get in the black SUV that was parked by a small building. He would get over it. She had to focus on Gold. Then she could worry about him.

The drive was short, thankfully for her nerves. She shot Jefferson a quick text to update him on her location and the plan, and he confirmed it with the usual caution to be safe that made her roll her eyes again. She had more people seemingly concerned for her well being now than she'd had in her whole life.

When she pulled up to the abandoned looking metal building that matched the address Gold had sent her, she was pretty damn sure that Hook and Gold must certainly have the monopoly on the real estate market for places that looked like they'd be a good spot to hide a body.  The building looked like it hadn't been used in at least a decade. It was the last one standing on the block that was surrounded by dilapidated, crumbling structures, buildings that were shadows of their former selves and that should have been set for demolition years ago. A general unease set into the pit of her belly.

Dangerous, Milah murmured in her head again, the sound a feeble plea. Emma supposed she was getting as tired of saying it as she was hearing it. She ground her teeth together. She knew it was dangerous. She had no other choice.

She took a deep breath and pulled her door open, her senses on high alert and the hair on the back of her neck standing on end. The jasmine scent surrounded her still as she moved towards the warehouse, strangely giving Emma comfort that she wasn't alone, even though Milah was adamantly unsupportive of this endeavor.  She scanned the area, making sure no one was watching as she made her way to the door and tried the handle.

Much to her surprise, it wasn't even locked. The door was heavy though and it took several pulls before the rusty old thing swung open on a loud groan that had Emma's heart dropping to her stomach. She quickly looked around as she darted inside, making sure the noise hadn't given her away. She still saw no one in the vicinity and she wondered briefly what was so important and difficult to obtain at this location. She shrugged it off. If this was the way to get back into Gold's good graces, so be it.

The room she found herself in was large and mostly empty, a few empty crates and pieces of abandoned, unstable furniture littering the area. The door shut heavily behind her, making her wince once more. It was quiet. Almost too quiet. But none of that mattered when she spied her prize.

A wooden box sat in the center of the room, not overly large in size, but conspicuous all the same as it looked like it had been recently placed there. The large, spray painted red X on the outside of the box told her she was in the right place.

Emma, leave now, danger, Milah said firmly, her accented voice full of worry, making Emma pause in her tracks. The spirit had never called her by name before and a chill went down her spine.

“I can't, Milah, I have to see this through,” she said, her tone acknowledging the regret she felt in the pit of her stomach.

As she approached the box, one of the corners appeared to be wedged up, giving Emma her in. This was turning out to be far smoother than she thought it would be, which put her even more on alert, especially with the steady warnings her ghostly companion had been offering (not to mention how the last time something was going her way went). She screwed her courage to the sticking place and put her gloved hands on the lid, prying it open. The box was filled with styrofoam peanuts, a paper that looked like a packing slip at first glance sitting on top. She picked it up and unfolded it to read and her blood immediately froze in her veins.

One is not useless if they can be used as an example, dearie.

It was then she noticed the red wire hanging limply from the back end of the lid, most likely separated from whatever it was connected to when she lifted the wooden top. Frantically she shoved the packing peanuts out of the way until she laid her eyes on the something she definitely hadn't been prepared to see.

Several gray blocks of a clay like substance sat surrounding a clock face, a motherboard and wires connecting them all together wedged underneath. She looked at the digital numbers in the center and her adrenaline spiked immediately.

00:12

00:11

00:10

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EMMA RUN, Milah screamed out in her head and she didn't have to be told twice. The paper fluttered to the floor and she scrambled to turn around, her feet carrying her as fast as they could back to the door she came through. The heavy metal door was even harder to open from the inside. She struggled, pulling and yanking on the handle so hard she was almost afraid she was going to pull it off. In one last effort, Emma planted her foot against the door frame and tugged as hard as she could, the groan from the hinges giving way like music to her ears. She stumbled backwards with the force of opening it but quickly righted herself and ran through the door to freedom.

A deafening boom rang out behind her the instant her feet hit the packed dirt outside the door, heat and debris assaulting her back, and then she was falling. She could hear nothing except a high pitched ringing in her ears as her world turned on its axis. Her body rolled midair with the force of the explosion, the sky coming into view above her, flames licking at her peripheries, and her head hit the ground with a crack she couldn't hear in the same spot she had been struck before. She felt immediately ill, her vision blackening at the edges.

Through her haze, she registered two sets of legs running in her direction, but she couldn't see who they belonged to through her rapidly darkening sight.

She must have been going crazy after all,  because the last thing she thought she saw before losing consciousness completely was the profile of her mother's face, the song that had comforted her for years echoing over the ringing in her head.

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Living in the Twilight Zone 081221

Life itself is amazing & where you're meant to be is going to vary. That's what makes it so interesting. A lot of the things that have happened to me so far are unbelievable because I never thought I would be in that predicament to begin with. This weekend is great example of that. Saturday August 7th I went out to club 54 with hazel and met some girls there. I was trying to get Marco out of my head because he had posted a picture of him out with some girl after he flaked on me. Needless to say I was hurt so I decided to go out and get messed up lol.

What ended up happening that night was me calling Marco to pick me up because I was too messed up to drive. He picked me up and he was pretty upset because I was waiting alone, but if I hadn't sent my friends away he would've messed them up pretty bad, because he was drunk. Anyways, as the night went on we went to his place and he took off my shoes and pants and stuff (I've always wanted someone that would be attentive to that and help me especially after I got drunk, it's cute lol). I was pretty messed up. We ended up having some sex and he was fingering me pretty good. I was holding his hand with one and I couldn't contain myself so I was moaning like crazy. I was spooning with him while he was touching me down there and omg I was soooooo out of it...I was also on my first day of my period and he still sent down there. Now THAT is what you call a man! I was on another level for sure. It was an intimate act yet one that brought us closer in many ways. He finally said I love you that night in person. He has told me I love you before but I have never actually said it. That night was the first time I said it to him & I had the most intense eye contact with him. It scared the hell out of me but I loved the feeling of it because I can genuinely say that I do love him.

Sex isn't the only thing we did lol. We also talked about how we feel about marriage and our feelings so we know exactly where we stand. I feel like he's my home. I can honestly say I trust him and I feel like I see something with him. It's very rare for me to be able to find that feeling in another person. I didn't think I could ever feel like this but I do. This is the real deal for sure.

I just can't believe that I finally had the courage to say I love you and actually mean it, & what's even more amazing is that its with a person I have history with and feel like I have a future with.

Being with him is just so amazing that I can't begin to explain it. Maybe that's how this kind of feeling is supposed to feel. Unexplainable yet amazing. I gotta make sure that I don't fuck this up. 😅

Not official but August 7th, 2021 is one of the special days I will remember. ❤️

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Yesss!!! Thank you @magickgirl786 for letting me liiiiive!!! lol

*clears throat* Ok.

So, from the very beginning we have all been wondering how the HECK does it make sense for Caitlin Snow, the sweetest doctor you’ll ever meet, turn into Killer Frost (name is pretty self explanatory) when she gets meta powers (that aren’t even given to her from Flashpoint - as far as we know.)

Here is my theory: it’s a process.

(CAUTION: I am very pissed about her behavior in 3x15, so keep that opinion in mind as you read. If you love her to bits still and plan on fiercely defending her, I would leave now. Also, I ship westallen - if you’re new to my blog - so I will be annoyed by any SB assumptions.)

Throughout the course of this season, the audience has gone from saying “how can she possibly be evil just by having powers” to “they are the same person. how can people not see this?” (at least some of the audience has) The shift in questions says it loud and clear. Using the powers for too long makes Caitlin blatantly evil and want to go on a murderous rampage, but having the powers in her system PERIOD, even subdued, is making her becoming Killer Frost slowly over time, which is why her selfishness explained away by her fear of becoming Killer Frost has become more clear every time she has to use her powers. Her mentality is shifting. This makes her becoming evil inevitable. It’s essentially in her DNA now and so makes it another headline that will be impossible to change.

Why aren’t people getting clued in to this? THEY ARE BLIND. They’re also highly distracted by the biggest future event, which is, of course, Iris being killed by Savitar. Team Flash doesn’t see Caitlin as Killer Frost. They see her as kind, helpful, sweet, selfless Caitlin. They agree with her when she’s hesitant to use her powers because she’s afraid of becoming the opposite of what she is. They don’t see what’s happening right in front of them unless it's right in their face (i.e. when she goes full blown Killer Frost). They refuse to believe she could actually slowly be turning evil because they know the Caitlin Snow before she got powers; and also, as I said, because they’re focused on saving Iris.

Caitlin isn’t aware this is happening to her either. All she knows is that she doesn’t want to be evil and that desire that was initially really scary but less fearful once she got help from her friends (cuffs, necklace, etc) is becoming overwhelming. Even more so, she’s likely trying to stifle this by the fact that she feels the team (particularly Barry) only sees her future as Killer Frost as a headline that needs to be changed/prevented to avoid Iris’s death. It’s not about doing it for Caitlin’s sake. It’s about doing it to save Iris. I have no doubt that deep down Caitlin feels like they’re taking advantage of her powers whenever they decide they need them and don’t care how it affects her in the long run, except in relation to saving Iris. The fact that she’s burying these feelings only hurries along her descent to Killer Frost mentality.

And this is why it will be particularly difficult for Barry to go up against her in season 4, if she becomes the Big Bad.

THEY ARE ON THE SAME JOURNEY.

(Really hoping SBers don’t use this line of thought to gush over them being endgame, but it prob can’t be prevented…)

Barry is terrified of losing Iris, so much so that he’s making rash decisions and damaging his relationship with her. Caitlin is terrified of becoming Killer Frost and is burying any feelings of resentment she feels from the team because she knows it’s selfish and that way lies madness. Bottom line is they’re both going to be driven to the brink of insanity trying to prevent the future from becoming a reality. Barry didn’t see what was wrong in proposing to Iris for the sake of saving her life, just like Caitlin didn’t quite register what keeping a piece of the stone to save herself on her own might end up doing. The difference is that Barry has an Iris who will pull him back from that edge. Caitlin doesn’t have someone to keep her grounded in that way.

Sure, she has Cisco, and she kind of has Julian (though I personally think she’s been using him from the beginning and is in denial of that fact b/c he’s a good guy who has feelings for her), but it’s not quite the same thing.

And that’s why when Barry is pulled out of the speed force after sacrificing himself to save Iris, he’ll be better for it. By then it’ll be too late for Caitlin. I fully believe that if Savitar approached her with the promise of taking away her powers, she’d give in, and he’d manage to convince her to keep her powers and essentially become his free agent because he’d show her just how free and in control she could feel instead of being afraid of how it makes her look in the eyes of the people she thought cared about her and how it twists her own personal morals. Imagine living in fear on the daily of becoming something horrific and then being free of that fear. What a relief to have that burden lifted.

What will make Barry going up against Caitlin in season 4 so hard isn’t just because she was his friend (was EVERYBODY’S friend), but because he knows firsthand how she got to where she was, because he WAS exactly where she was. He was terrified of the future and almost went crazy with the responsibility of having to change it - JUST LIKE CAITLIN. Not to mention he was negligent of how she was feeling most of the time because he was so focused on saving Iris.

Every villain up until now (with the exception of Savitar) has thrown into Barry’s face “you and I are the same.” Well, guess what? In the case of Caitlin, it’s true. She was a good person faced with a predicament that terrified her, and instead of coming out on the other side, she fell into darkness and became the worst version of herself. And because of these powers thrumming in her veins, it was inevitable. It just happened faster than it would have because of the effect the team had on her while she was trying to fight it.

I think sometime between now and when Savitar is supposed to kill Iris, Caitlin will snap. Her bottled up emotions will come out and she will BE Killer Frost without even having her eyes glow. I sensed it so fully in this last ep. Her behavior was sketchy and she just felt fake. I’m sure she felt she was being sincere in her confession and apology, and everyone bought it because she’s CAITLIN, their FRIEND. But as an objective viewer who has loved Caitlin from day one (she was my fav after Barry in season 1!), she didn't FEEL like Caitlin. She felt like Killer Frost pretending to be Caitlin. I fully believe that it’s only a matter of time until she becomes KF and it will have nothing to do with her using her powers too much.

That, my friends, is my theory on Caitlin Snow becoming Killer Frost and why it will make her a particularly difficult villain to fight. They will want to save her and she will be so far gone that she won’t want to be saved.