#it was like when coraline walks off the edge of the other world and everything is white... i felt trapped in there.......

[samethyst01]

A Mother's Love: Chapter Eight

A fist of cold and dark was strangling the Pink Palace, and the grounds around it. Mist in the shape of clawed fingers tapped at the sky, and the edges of everything, pulling them back and exposing the horrors lurking beneath. Coraline walked with purpose up the hill, past the dead trees whose blossom had long ago died, her boots making quiet crunching noises on the cold dirt below, and when the ground was solid, the sound was hollow and echoed a thousandfold.

She went over the plan in her head again. When she reached the well, she would shine her flashlight into its depths, presumably not even reaching the bottom due to its distance. So, once she had confirmed that it really was what she thought – another portal – she would descend into the depths. She had almost convinced herself that she had the nerve to do it, to actually cross into that hell again, but the dream had shaken her. If the ghost children really were suffering like that, what could she possibly do to save them?

Step, step, step. Along the dark and cold path Coraline stepped, and stepped, and every step was marked with another memory, another old fear. She had been this way before, thirteen years ago, and had brought the key around her neck, brought it to its fate. If there was any chance of another disembodied needle-hand coming to stop her, she’d have noticed it by now, seen its glint in the dark. No, she was alone. She was alone and the moonlight shone upon her, and everything, and she had no way of knowing if she was safe under it.

And as she began to let the fear in again, let it soak, she heard a quiet pitter-patter beside her. She looked down to see the Cat, and he was staring up at her as the two of them walked.

“You’re not gonna say anything…?”

“No. It’s like you said – there’s work to do.”

Coraline had only thought that, not said it. But she supposed it wasn’t out of any kind of realm of possibility that her companion could hear her thoughts. He probably heard them right now. She looked back at the path and soldiered on, and for a while there was silence between them. Eventually, Coraline remembered something she had realised earlier in the week.

“You talk differently.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“You always used to speak in this really haughty manner – the things you said were sort of… arrogant, confident. The tone of it, the intonations. You have the same voice, but it just sounds… off.”

There was a beat of quiet before the Cat responded, as if he was trying to conjure up some sort of explanation on the spot.

“Have you considered that perhaps, under the circumstances, my old antics would be inappropriate? Or perhaps I’ve grown tired of such paltry things, given what’s at stake? Or maybe…”

He trotted ahead of her and stopped in Coraline’s path, forcing her to stop as well.

“…maybe I just don’t give a damn anymore.”

Coraline scoffed lightly and rolled her eyes at his dramatics.

“I guess that makes two of us.”

She waited for a second before looking down at him with an impatient glare, and he obliged, returning to her side. And so they walked in silence again. After another period of quiet, Coraline realised that it might be the only time for her to ask some of her most burning questions. She had written down the important ones, and she hoped that – given his supernatural nature and connection to the other world and the Beldam – the Cat could answer everything. And if not everything, then at least as much as he was able.

“If we’re going to do this, I need to know everything you know about her. About her world, too.”

“And you assume I have anything useful to say? If I knew some grand, secret thing about our enemy, don’t you think I’d have shared it with you by now?”

“I’ve met people like you. You all like to keep certain things close to your chest – for whatever reason.”

The Cat sighed heavily and, though begrudged to do so, relented.

“What do you want to know?”

Coraline said nothing, an indication of her earlier point – everything, and no less. It would be the least he could do.

“I can’t say very much – not just because I know she’s listening – but because a lot of it isn’t useful. What I do know for sure is that the Beldam is old, maybe as old as the Pink Palace, but she did not create the Other World.”

“She didn’t?”

“No. She discovered it. In fact, she was its first occupant, before it had discovered anyone else. Before it could claim anyone else.”

That made Coraline’s head hurt. What did he mean by ‘claim’? Was the Other World capable of such a thing, of independent thought? What exactly was it, beyond some other dimension? Right on cue, the Cat responded again.

“She always told you she’d die without you – that she needed your soul to survive. She feeds off them, you see. But why do you think that is?”

“Because…”

Coraline had to face an uncomfortable truth.

“Because the Other World is feeding off her.”

The Cat gave her a wry look.

“Exactly. Without souls to replenish her strength, the Other World would consume her like she tried to consume you. And then, it would look for another occupant. The two are entwined in a twisted, symbiotic relationship, like a parasite and its host. And they’ve endured for almost two hundred years.”

Coraline shivered at the thought. She recalled the moment of her escape from the Other World, when she was young, and specifically the tunnel through which she traversed. She always wondered about it, why it was there, and what it represented. At one time, it was pristine and magical, other times dusty and filled with broken memories. But once, and only once, it resembled the innards of something vast and ancient, watching her with a terrifying self-awareness. It was a dread presence that was older than time, older than space, and infinitely more powerful than both.

“The Other World… what is it, really?”

And that was the only question she was afraid to have answered.

“I’m sorry, Coraline, but I still don’t know. I can only theorise, like I’ve been doing all these years.”

The two were coming up to the well, and Coraline felt that pit in her stomach getting bigger, and so much heavier. It threatened to consume everything in her if she didn’t put it to rest.

“But I do know one thing. It is more alive than we think.”

And then there it was.

It was so much less imposing than Coraline had expected. She had conjured it up in her head as some vast, dark structure teeming with insects, thorny tendrils leading down into the gaping maw of the portal. But it was just a well. The fairy ring had long since decayed, and over a decade of poor maintenance had led to the area becoming mossy and overgrown. Coraline sighed, letting out a portion of her fear and her dread, allowing it to escape for just a moment. She could, at the very least, feel a little calmer.

The Cat watched as Coraline approached the well, its lid buried beneath a mound of moss and dirt. She pawed at it with both hands, clawing open the clumps to reveal the lid, which had begun to rot. If horrors awaited her, she knew she had to be prepared, so she grabbed her flashlight and held it like a baton, switching it on a moment later. She gave a quick glance to the Cat, perched on a tree stump, and nodded at him. He nodded back, and before she could hesitate again, she pulled the lid off the top of the well and shone her flashlight’s beam down into the depths.

At first, it was too dark to see anything besides the slick walls, also having become overgrown, and which were teeming with insects. Some flew upwards out of the black and into the sky, while some – the eyeless, near subterranean creatures – simply stayed put. Coraline then began to angle the torchlight downwards, until it reached what she thought may have been the bottom. It was nothingness. All that remained, all that ever was, was total, empty nothingness.

Coraline gulped nervously. This was it – the portal was down there. All she had to do was make the jump and she’d be in that place, the one it was all leading towards. But then, she thought, what if there actually was no portal? What if she fell straight to the bottom and died, or worse, broke all her bones but continued to live, forced to lie in the darkness, alone, unable to move or scream for help? Horrors began to fill her mind, and at their peak, she saw something moving in the torchlight.

It was impossible to make out any kind of shape, but something was definitely down there, at the bottom of the well, in the water. So it wasn’t a portal after all. And then, Coraline began to hear a faint but unmistakeable noise – a woman’s voice, gurgling and growling. It started off low in pitch, like whoever it was down there was trying to speak, but it slowly began to get louder, and sharper, and eventually the growl became a shriek. The shriek, in turn, became a scream so horrible and piercing that Coraline was transfixed by it, paralysed by its totality, just like the night before when the Beldam came to her.

But before she could be lured into the well, a cold hand gripped Coraline’s shoulder. She turned abruptly and let out her own scream of horror, coming face to face with a ghoul from the mist – the same ghoul she had seen the day she arrived at the Pink Palace. It was Mrs Lovat, her face pinched and drawn, her eyes pure grey, just like her stringy hair, and there was a sneer plastered on her face. She wasn’t naked like before; there was a grey blanket wrapped around her shoulders, which her crusted fingernails clutched at to hold upon herself. She was slightly less terrifying than before but still unimaginably shocking to look at.

Coraline scrambled backwards, clutching at her flashlight as if it would protect her from the spirit. The beam began to flicker and die, perhaps smothered by the darkness around them. She looked around for the Cat’s support, but he was gone. In her mind, she cursed at him for leaving her to deal with the spirit alone, but another part of her figured that it was intentional. Just another demon for her to confront – not a literal one, but something to be overcome.

Slowly, Coraline rose to her feet and met the gaze of Mrs Lovat. There was silence for a while before the spectre opened her mouth and began to speak, in a rasping, desperate voice.

“You… left.”

Fear began to be replaced with anger, as Coraline huffed indignantly.

“I thought the job was done, ma’am. I did everything I was supposed to, I had no reason to think she was still alive.”

“Ignorant child!”

The spirit lunged forward and Coraline took several steps back, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she watched the old woman glare at her.

“It is our responsibility… to uphold the laws of this land. To keep watch over those who might live here, to keep them safe… from her.”

It was at that moment that Coraline truly snapped, if she hadn’t already when the cops wouldn’t listen to her. All the years of holding back her feelings, the story she could only tell to one person, the hate and the fear and the trauma, all of it was gushing forth. She began to cry, tears running down her cheeks in a wave of agony and relief, all of it flooding out at once before she could stop it.

“Nobody ever wants to hear it, do they? About how badly it affected me! About how— how I would wake up screaming, thinking she had come back to kill me and everyone I love! About how I thought one day she’d come to my world and tear it all apart! About how hard it was for me to make friends, or find love, or feel safe around my own goddamn mother! Nobody wants to hear how that witch destroyed me, destroyed my life, my heart! Even after I had won… and now you’re telling me it was all for nothing? Now, you talk about responsibility?”

There was a moment of pause where the spectre said nothing, and Coraline looked at her desperately, her expression twisted in fitful rage.

“ANSWER ME!”

She screamed, and the spirit actually flinched. Mrs Lovat wrung her hands, her face mournful, and finally let out a quiet, hoarse sigh.

“I’m sorry, Coraline.”

With a scoff, Coraline sniffled and wiped her nose with the back of her hand. She wasn’t done yet.

“You know, I did you a goddamn favour. I took Wybie away from that place, like you wanted, and I tried to give us both a normal life. But all this time—”

She interrupted herself with a bitter laugh.

“—all this time, you wanted me to become like you, a lonely old crone watching some other poor kid wander into that hell?”

Privately, she regretted those words, but she wouldn’t let her guard down, not yet. Mrs Lovat narrowed her eyes at Coraline, but chose not to berate her further. No, she would give answers instead of a lecture. The time for the latter was long gone.

“If it were up to me, both of us would’ve moved on by now. But she will not let it.”

The spirit looked down at the Pink Palace, regret and turmoil in her glassy eyes.

“Besides… somebody has to watch over your parents.”

“Watch over them…?”

Coraline questioned. The thought of her parents being put in mortal danger had crossed her mind more than once, but something felt off, something was wrong. And at that moment, her phone began to ring. She fished it out of her pocket and saw it was her mother, probably calling to ask where she was. She answered almost immediately, preparing to get an earful for wandering out into the woods late at night.

“Mom, I’m fine, I just went for a walk to clear my head.”

“Come home, dragonfly. Come home.”

It was her mother on the phone, but her voice was ethereal, distant, echoing with a strange undertone. A chill ran down Coraline’s back as she heard it, and she looked to Mrs Lovat for guidance. The spirit shook her head, but it was too late for that. The other line went dead, and Coraline knew what she had to do. Before Mrs Lovat could warn her, she sprinted back down the path and towards the Pink Palace. Something told her that her parents were in danger, and if that was the case, if she had taken them, there was only one place left to go. But how, without a key?

It didn’t take long to return to the house. Her parents’ car was still nearby, but as she burst through the doors, she noticed that everything was silent. The house was dark and cold, no sign of her parents. Frantically, she checked every room, from the kitchen to the bathroom, to the living room and the garden, and to both the bedrooms. Still nothing. Not a sign of them. Coraline panted and sobbed to herself, no companion to comfort and guide her, all alone with her parents stolen away from her for the second time.

Though she knew they would be of little help, Coraline decided to try something a little more rational, and called the police. When someone finally answered, she launched into a litany of frantic descriptions, detailing everything that had happened thus far, and begging the operator for help. But instead of another person responding to her, the voice on the other end was far, far more horrible. It was the voice she had been waiting to hear again – the one that knew Coraline would call for outside help. The one she had been running from for thirteen years.

“Darling… running away from me again? That’s not what a good, dutiful daughter should do.”

Coraline froze, every dark corner of the Pink Palace suddenly far more hostile and malevolent than before. She began to hyperventilate, unable to form any kind of reply to the Beldam’s horrible words. But the witch wasn’t done yet.

“Poor Mel… poor Charlie. They’re gone now. Gone for good. And soon… you’ll join them here. With me… and with all the other people you failed to save from me.”

The sneering, sadistic tone in the Beldam’s voice gave Coraline just enough strength to hit the button on her phone and end the call, and before she could even think, she sprinted upstairs, ran into her room and slammed the door, tearing off her boots and coat and jumping into bed. She grabbed her covers and pulled them over herself, desperately crying and sniffling, her whole body trembling with fear. She begged God for the nightmare to be over, to send her to sleep so she could wake up and find her parents alive and safe. She had to try, even if nothing would come of it.

And eventually, after what felt like eternity had passed, Coraline fell into a deep, exhausted slumber.

[lolita-lollipop]

Hi hope you’re having a wonderful day! Could I please get a bnha coraline au story. So like y/n has had a pretty bad life like a whole bunch of stuff and now they have to basically parents their own parents at the age of 15 cause they’re lazy alcoholics who just go to work come back and drink. One day after they move in y/n gets curious and finds explores around the house while they’re alone and discovers the door to the other world and meets their dream parents. The parents are aizawa and present mic who just genuinely love the reader, they don’t want to take readers soul that just want to help them. They have a sister eri and a brother shinso and when reader tries to leave they all beg and threaten reader not to leave cause “your parents never cared for you anyways” and “we’ll love you more then they ever would” and force reader to be the new baby of the family gender neutral reader if possible, please and thank you ( 03^)~💚

YANDERE CORALINE AU ERASERMIC FAMILY X READER

GN READER

-I do apologize if you wanted a shorter work, because this ended up being kinda long, sorry!

-there are a few grammar and spelling mistakes here and there, this is unedited, I will fix them :)

(I don’t know if you actually wanted the reader to be treated like a baby, literally like an infant, or just like the youngest in the family, I needed up doing the second option, tell me if wrong.)

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You hummed a tune as you wandered the hallways, your footsteps dragging, you had tried to tell your mother to drink some water and put the strong bottle of vodka down before she ended up killing herself. She yelled at you, told you to “shut the hell up ya damn brat”, god knows where your father even is. It had only been a day or two in this house, and they had already made it feel like a prison for you, oh my, A SINGLE DAY.

In all honesty the house was nice, old, yes, but still nice. It seemed as if the last owners hadn’t been here for hundreds of years, let alone clean the place, as all embellishments on the walls were antique styled, and everything, I repeat, everything, was covered in dust. There were a few different pieces of furniture that looked as ancient as the neighbors, including a dresser filled with a different articles of clothing, a few dusty chairs here and there, curtains clawed away by... something, and little tables with droors filled with little trinkets.

One room in particular was exceptionally creepy in your eyes, it seemed like a child once slept there, probably long dead by now, the walls were covered in a striped floral wallpaper, chipping at the edges, various stuffed animals that hadn’t been touched in ages, what looked to be a changing table, and a smaller sized bed placed in the middle, fitted with dusty purple bedsheets, probably that color because of the gathering dust, you sat down on the mattress, inhaling the scent of the room. It smelled oddly of lavender, not a musty mildew smell you were expecting. You spent a moment just finding comfort in the warm smell, before noticing a small dent in the wall behind what you thought could be a changing table. Almost looked like... a tiny door?

“What the heck is that?” You questioned or yourself, narrowing your eyes at the wooden frame that looked like a small threshold, cautiously standing up form the bed, and making your way over to the door, you struggled to move the large piece of furniture, pushing back gains the groun and shoving it out of the way. It was indeed a door, and it was indeed tiny. There was a small cobweb strung across the mass of it, which you batted away with your little hands, pulling at the doorknob a few times to reveal the fact that it was locked, you let out an exasperated sigh. Well... it’s not like you have much to do, might as well find the key.

Surprisingly, it hadn’t taken long for you to find the small, heart shaped key that fit the locked door, it was tucked into one of the white droors of the small table in the corner. It was the first place you looked, almost as if it’d been calling out for you. It only took a few moments for you to push the key into the lock and turn, you let out a sigh of relief when you heard the satisfying click of the lock opening. Wondering what was going to be on the other side, you pushed open the mini door, to reveal a tunnel of sorts... today’s just full of surprises isn’t it.

“Man this tunnel is lo... whoah.” You stood, still balled up in a crawli mg position, shocked at your own surroundings. Everything looked so... new, and polished, you stared Jan absolute awe at everything, literally everything. Where are you?

“Oh, honey you’re finally here!” A male voice rang out from behind you, immediately large hands were lifting you off the floor from under your arms, holding you like a baby, this guy cradled your head in his chest, no matter how much you squirmed, the iron grip he had on you did not loosen. You snapped your head up to meet his eyes, only to be met with buttons of such a piercing yellow it almost hurt your own eyes. A shrill scream left your lips, as you flung your feet back and forth in attempts to free yourself.

“Oh, oh right. I’m sorry , I should’ve been a little slower, it’s scary I know, you’ll get used to it I promise. I’m hizashi, your other father, re you alright?” He questioned, backing up a little to give you space, bringing his hands up to tell you he wasn’t going to hurt you, ever. You were usually a calm person, but given the situation, like some random person living in your house with buttons for eyes, the reaction was warranted. You breathed for a small moment, inhaling the even stronger scent of lavender that was oh so comforting, before standing back up, giving whatever this was at a chance of explanation.

“Who- who are you?” The question left your lips faster than tryouts could hold it in, he gave you a smile and walked closer again, booping your nose and once again pulling you off the ground. He was tall, slightly lanky, and his hair was a bright yellow to match his eyes, little dangle earring wee attached to his ears, you just stared in awe at the inhuman man who was holding you.

“Silly little thing! I just said it! I’m your other father, like your real father, just perfect for you! Dinners almost ready, so let’s go meet the rest of the fmIly okay bubs?” He questioned m, speaking down to you like one would a child, even though you are a fully capable human. He grabbed your hand, and gently rigged you off into some hallway, you slightly dig your feet in, staring back at the little door that got you here in the first place.

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“Honey, this is your reality, if it was perfectly fit for you! We love you, unlinke those scum who call your your parents, don’t your bat to be loved for once y/n?” He spoke, the two of you arrived at what was probably the kitchen, him explaining what was happening pretty thoroughly considering he had to do it in a few minutes, barging through the doors, a few other pairs of button eyes were scattered thievhiur the kitchen.

“Daddy! I helped bubba make dinner tonight!” A little girl, probably not even over the age of five, came running towards the two of you, smiling fully. She was sporting a pair of red buttons, which matched her little jumper, you had your face buried in this ma- hizashis chest, his arms wrapped around the entirety of you. He sent an exited stare towards the little girl, who jsut gasped and smiled even harder. She made little grabby hands towards you, so hizashi set you down on the ground, whispering a “time to get down” in your ear. Instantly, the little girl attached herself to your torso.

“Bubba/sissy!” She squealed, patting your stomach, as much as you would love to knock her off of you, she’s a kid, you don’t do that to kids. This young girl claimed to be your other sister, which at this point you were led to believe because apparently anything is possible at this point, she was pretty adorable.

“I-uh, yeah?” You spluttered, visibly flustered, you tried to get a grip of yourself, it was kindof odd, although the girl seemed much younger than you, the way she carried herself presented that she was much older than she came off, from the maternal glint in her eyes, to the planned movements, it just seemed... mature.

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It had been maybe an hour, you had been seated at a dinner table, quite the large one actually, in between a black haired man that you could tell was staring at you, and a purple haired teenager who looked to be a similar age to you. You sat there just kindof awkwardly trying to not touch any of them. At one pint. The purple haired guy tried to feed you, which was an unfortunate suprise because you were off in dreamland, and were ckmoemteky confused as to why he was even trying something like that.

“You’ll probably hurt yourself trying, just let me do it” he spoke, it is safe to say that this button eyed family is an odd bunch. First the woerd door, then a creepy guy tryna pick you up, then some little girl who probably wasn’t so little claiming you to be her “younger sibling”; then the offpdutirng glances front his beanbag guy, than this? What is happening.

Sooner or later, after the really odd display that was dinner had finished, and you had help washing your hands, because for some reason they thought you needed it, it was announced bettime, and with a snap of the man him you learned name was Aizawa, food was gone, along with all the dishes. If you were to be completely honest with yourself, you almost lied this, of course not the babying thing, but the fact that you weren’t cooking or cleaning or trying to snatch a bottle from your parents, it almost made you wnat to cry how perfect this family was. God how much you wished this was your own.

It’s sounds selfish, and unreasonable, but you never had a childhood, the day you were born your life was already sighted off as “servant of my own parents”, you lived them, you did, these people were so nice thiugh, they were odd, maybe a little quirky, but still jsut a perfect little family. Apparently one that includes you.

“ALRIGHT! time for bed!” The yellow haired man exclaimed, seeeping you and eri right off of your feet, holding you in his arms as eri giggled at the sudden swish sound. The two men on the other side of the large room cracked small smiles at the sheer adorable ness of the position, the two little ones of the family and their father! What a sight to see!

“Shhhhh, I think y/n is gonna sleep with us to Tonight okay eri?” Hizashi whispered to the young girl, loud enough for you to hear, she nodded and smiled one of her sickeningly sweet smiles, hr eyebrows raising before her button eyes. She motioned to be put down ‘, waving goodbye and latching her own hand onto shinsos, who also waved his hand.

“Goodnight daddy! And y/n!” From there, you walked alongside them to their room, or what you supposed it was. This was the first time you’d really talked to Aizawa, and it was pretty embarrassing because he asked if he was aloud to change you out of your day clothes. You were a little too scared to say no, so you let him, it was probably one of the hardest things you’ve ever had to sit through, and that’s saying quite A lot.

When all was done, you had brushed your teeth, and wrrrnchanged into a set of lilac pajamas, silken and slippery, you were pulled on top of the yellow haired man, who then wrapped his arms around your waist and started “shh-ing” you, patting your head while rocking back and forth slightly, the other man slipped in next splaying his arms over you, rubbing circles into your beck

Mans with that, the lights went out, and you fell asleep.

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From there, everything in your life changes, you wake up the next day in the dusty lilac bed, wondering if it all was a dream, so the next night, you go back, and the next, and the next, until you started to spend your days there. Playing with eri, or cuddling with either of the three men, or just having fun without any worries or cares int the world. By that’s when it all starts, they kindof... changed.

They became overprotective, it showed in some more than others, but it was present either way. Al you wanted to do was check up on your dad to see if he was still alive or not, and eri had a whole crying fit, begging you to stay, and telling you she’d die if you left.

“No no! You can’t leave me! I-I I’m gonna die if you leave! I’ll die, please don’t keVe I promise il be good!”

It took a little shushing from you, but eventually you convinced her you weren’t going to leave, and so she went back to her normal self. You were with shinso once, and walked near the little door, he had immediately blocked it as if you were going to do something, then scolded you for going near such a “dangerous object”.

“You shouldn’t. Go close to that evil little thing, it might hurt you m, I don’t want you to get hurt, so stay away from it”

And then your other parents, they didn’t let you do anything by yourself, scared you would run off and get lost in the maze of nothing outside. You can’t even mention your real parents, you’ve been down here for at least a week now and haven’t been able to check on them, so when you did ask to go back for a day, hizashi slicks dying up and told you to cut out the nonsense, while Aizawa bubbles in anger, telling you that they lived you ten times better than your parents Eve could.

“They don’t deserve you, they don’t love you, we do, they’ll never live you half as much as we do, we can protect you here, why would you wnat to leave?”

Ans so one day, when your “other papa” or Aizawa, tried to take the key from you and lick you in here, you had enough. These people were supposed to be perfect, instead they turned obsessive, little button eyes showing up everywhere, watching your every move, you had thought your old life was a prison, now look at this.

You turned back, checking to see if anyone was watching, waiting to stop you, before pulling the key out of your pocket, ripping the boarding off of the door, pulling the panels of wood off one by one, shoving the key into the black door knob, you were just about to turn it, when a voice rang out behind you, no longer was the sweet girl who you played trains with, in the stead was something else just In ther body, you could hear it in her voice.

“Where are you going? You aren’t trying to leave are you?” She spoke, you froze on the spot, hands moving faster, ymtrying to get the stupid door to unlock, before you could even blink, the key snapped in half, not in your hold, in another sudden figure, your other brother. You didn’t even get the chance to speak before be t down and ripped the whole door knob off of it, giving you a knowing glance.

“I told you to stay away from it, I told you didn’t I? Now look, it’s broken” he hissed, throwing the iron knob somewhere else, you knew that I’d both of the siblings were here, the two parents were sure to be here along with them, you were proven right, as a pair of black and yellow buttons popped up behind the Eric girl, carrryijg... what is that?

“Oh my god... OH MY GOD” you screamed, the heads of your parents were in these men’s holds buttons sewn over the eyes, blood seeping out of their decapiated necks, you reMiedn screaming as the heads were discarded, jsut thrown off somewhere else. You were lifted up off the ground in your crying state, hizashi a hands stroked your hair, while his other hand went and wrapped around your butt to support you up.

“We told you baby, we tried to tel you at least. Now there’s nothing up there for you, there was never anything anyways, your safe now... they’ll never hurt you again. You’re ours...

Forever”

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Tell me if you liked it, I can change things if you want:)

[nobleclover]

Coraline: 25 Years Later

The rain started to come down just as the car drove into town. As Coraline focused her attention to the road, her daughter was fixated on the many pedestrians that all gathered for the annual Shakespeare festival, kneeling on her seat.

"Rachel! Sit down or you'll hurt yourself if the car comes to a stop!" Coraline warned. Her daughter slumped back down in her seat, wearing the biggest pout in the world.

As she waited for the lights to change green, Rachel piped up, "Mom, why are there so many people dressed up in weird clothes?"

With a soft chuckle, Coraline answered, "It's because the Shakespeare festival is on. Sometimes people like to take part and dress up in clothes from that era."

"Didn't you say that Shakespeare was boring in school?"

"Yeah, but hey I got good grades with my essays," her mother beamed. No response from her daughter who was still pouting at the window.

Coraline chuckled to herself as that reminded her of when her daughter was young.

Just then, the light changed and the car was on its way to the Pink Palace.

The car pulled up into the drive as Wyborn looked on. He opened the door to say hello to his daughter and asked, "Hey Beansprout! How was the car journey here?"

"Unexciting, apart from all the people wearing Shakespeare clothes," she bluntly answered.

"Hey don't forget about that fallen tree earlier on!" Coraline quipped.

"Yeah, but it's not as interesting as a festival that a bunch of theatre nerds put on," Rachel shrugged.

"Hey! Your mom and I were pretty good in the theatre," Wyborn interjected.

"Oh yeah, well at least I didn't forget my lines one time in Hamlet," his wife teased.

"Yes, and you almost didn't show up to star in King Lear because –" he was cut off by a sharp nudge to the forearm.

"Hey, it was my dad's fault for not buying petrol!" she replied, half laughing.

Already disinterested with this light – hearted quarrel, Rachel tugged on her mother's sleeve and asked, "Can I go out and explore the garden?"

"Yes, you can. Just don't go to far beyond the garden," Coraline said.

As Rachel set out for the garden, her dad called out, "Just remember to avoid the poison oak!"

Rachel rolled her eyes at this statement. She's been on more nature walks to count with her dad and already knows pretty much every poisonous plant there is to find. She's certainly not that stupid to just pick it up.

When she reached the garden gate, she pushed it open and gazed at all the flowers growing in the flowerbeds. She was told that before her mother moved here, it looked very barren and grey, but soon enough it managed to look beautiful again when her family and neighbours planted some tulips. Now all the flowerbeds had their own unique colour of flower, all of which were shades of red and orange. Why didn't they make it more interesting and add different coloured flowers to every bed? I don't see why all the flowers here are just autumn colours.

Suddenly, a small noise from the end of the garden caught her attention. Turning around, she scanned the back gate to see what it was. Was it the gate swinging in the wind? Her eyes caught a small shrub rustling excitedly, upon which a small black cat jumped out.

Rachel chuckled as the cat gave her the most petrified stare ever. She took a few steps forward and said, "Aww, were you scared of me?"

In response, the little cat darted up the hill. She wanted to go follow it but had to make sure her mother wasn't anywhere to be seen in the kitchen window. She squinted her eyes up at the house and focused on the kitchen window. Only her granddad was there, back facing the garden. She cautiously stepped out through the front gate and made her way around the garden wall to the hill. While walking, she swore to herself that she'd only be gone for a minute.

She quietly whispered to the trees, hoping the little cat would come out, "Come on, kitty! I won't hurt you. Come on, kitty!" She craned her neck around hoping for some sign but all she could see were shadows that were easily dark enough for the cat to blend in.

"Was the garden too small for you?"

Rachel abruptly turned around to find Coraline standing there, with a slightly disapproving look on her face.

"I – I was just…" she stammered.

Her mother's frown changed into a gentle smile as she walked over and tussled her hair, much to her annoyance. She looked down at the garden and said, "It's okay, kiddo. I'd easily get bored when I was your age."

Rachel looked down and noted, "You know, it would look better with some blue flowers. Like, around the edge of the garden."

"Why blue?" asked Coraline, vaguely remembering a different garden.

"Because blue is a calming colour, too much red and orange makes it look angry," her daughter replied.

Coraline mused on how insightful her daughter was as an artist. She most likely passed it down to her since she was pretty creative as well. Still, the thought of blue flowers jogged a forbidden memory in her head, one that reminded her of a world that was indeed too good to be true. A memory which also reminded her of that creature.

"Come on, Rachel," she said, "let's go in and set everything up for Nana's birthday."

Everything went well, people were having a nice time, the food was pretty tasty, as it always was whenever Great Aunt Sherry was behind the stove. Rachel was having fun, playing hide and seek with her second cousins, in which she was the seeker. Soon enough, one of her other cousins had to be the seeker so she needed to find a good place to hide. They were running out of good hiding spots so, some of them went to hide outside instead, sneaking around cars and such. One hid under the dining room table, while Rachel went off into the sitting room.

She remembered that there was a little door in the living room and scurried off there. Some adults, including her dad, were just talking and she quickly ran to the door and pulled on it.

Locked.

Desperately, she hid in the small crowd of adults that were all sitting or standing in front of the fireplace. To her fortune, her father placed his oversized brown jacket over her as a means of concealment. Thankfully, she wasn't found that easily, but still felt a little miffed that the door was locked. Soon enough, the excitement of the party gave way to tiredness, and all the guests went home.

Coraline and Wyborn drove with their sleeping daughter in the backseat of the car. She was propped up against the car window and wrapped in her father's jacket. She was dead to the world, she didn't even stir as.

As they drove further and further along, Wyborn said, "Well, I think that party went well, don't you?"

"Yeah," his wife uttered.

"It would be nice to go back there again, despite…you know…"

Soon enough, they came to a stop at the train crossing, where Coraline turned to her husband.

"It's not that I don't think that place isn't safe for her, I love taking her to see her grandparents," she began, "it's just…"

She sighed, propping her head slightly against her fingers.

"You don't need to explain," he said.

"No, Wybie. I just want to feel that I can trust her to take care of herself without having to worry about the possibility of EVERY bad thing happening to her," she explained.

Wyborn was a little stunned that she called him by his old nickname.

"Sometimes, I still have dreams that she's still alive or that her hand has escaped. That she's stealing different kids away through different doors. I know it sounds paranoid of me but…"

"Hey, don't worry too much about Rachel. She's pretty brave and smart for her age, kinda like you were back then. Also, I'm not trying to brush this off but I'm pretty sure that witch can't hurt anyone ever again."

Coraline half – smiled before replying, "It just…unnerves me to think what could've happened if I said yes. How my parents would've felt if I was missing."

"I can't even imagine how it must've been for Gramma when her sister disappeared," he added.

There was an awkward silence as the train quickly disappeared between bushels of trees, before the gates opened again for the car to pass through.

When they finally reached their house, Coraline tapped hard on the window her daughter was sleeping against. Rachel stirred and tiredly got out of the car, leaning slightly against her mother's arm, her head feeling slightly heavy after the long car journey.

As soon as she was in bed, her mother came in to say goodnight, to which she softly replied, "Mom…you know I'm too old for that."

"I know," Coraline chuckled, "I just want you to have a good night's sleep that's all."

She turned towards the door before: "Hey, mom?"

"Yeah, sweetie?"

"Who were you talking about in the car?"

Coraline hesitated. Did she really hear all of that?! No, she was completely out cold, she must have been.

"No – one, sweetie. Now go to sleep," she whispered, planting a light kiss on her daughter's forehead.

Coraline soon got ready for bed, thinking over what she might want to tell her daughter. After mulling over it quite a bit, she decided to tell her daughter the story of some weird old woman who tried to steal her near the Pink Palace. Not really far off from the truth, but at least it will sound believable. Hopefully, she'll forget that conversation she and Wyborn had in the car that evening.

As she and her husband settled into bed, Coraline stayed up a little bit thinking about her visit to the other world. She thought of how everything seemed so colourful, fun, warm and safe; how more open and friendly the residents seemed and how close she was to wanting to stay there. She couldn't get the Other Mother out of her mind, her thin, ruby smile which slowly eroded to a crooked hollow grin, like a spider eyeing its prey.

She thought back on her last words, "I'll die without you!" Would she really have died after that encounter? Is that little door in her old living room the only access she has to the real world? Hopefully she is no longer a threat, hopefully.

She turned around and closed her eyes, praying that she wouldn't see the hag in her dreams that night.

[medialists]

Mamma Mia

Atomic Blonde 

Filth 

Regression 

Colonia 

El círculo 

Beauty and the Beast 

Trance 

Victor Frankenstein 

Atonement 

Starter for 10 

Becoming Jane 

The Conspirator

The Last King of Scotland 

X-Men.

Glass 

The Last Station 

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind 

Big Fish 

La desaparición de Eleanor Rigby 

Submergence 

Thor 

The Avengers 

Intensamente 

Las ventajas de ser invisible 

IT. 

Inception 

Harry Potter.

At eternity's gate 

Catch me if you can 

Her 

Pulp Fiction 

Xavier Dolan 

Memorias de una Geisha 

Ready player one 

Battle angel 

Taxi Driver 

El doble 

Shutter island 

Cube 

My week with Marilyn 

Noé 

Ballet shoes 

El diablo viste a la moda 

Cazafantasmas 

Les miserables 

Lady Bird 

The Truman Show 

Irene, yo y mi otro yo 

Call me by your name 

The Favorite 

La la land 

La chica del tren 

Jolene 

Winter's war 

Tomb Raider 

Ex machina 

El código Da Vinci 

Ángeles y demonios 

Mean Girls 

Mulan 

Coraline 

Mujer Bonita 

E.T. 

Crimson Peak. 

Extraordinario. 

Las de Marvel que faltan 

The Room 

A quiet place 

Blade Runner 

Animales Nocturnos 

Animales Fantásticos  

La Propuesta 

A star is born 

Begin again 

Anon. 

From Russia with Love

Goldfinger

Thunderball

You Only Live Twice

On Her Majesty's Secret Service

Diamonds Are Forever

The Man with the Golden Gun

For Your Eyes Only

Octopussy

Never Say Never Again

A View to a Kill

The Living Daylights

GoldenEye

Tomorrow Never Dies

The World is not Enough

Die Other Day

Casino Royale

Quantum of Solace

Dawn of the Dead

Blade II

RED

The Dark Knight Rises

Kick-Ass 2

Die Hard

Scarface

From Dusk till Dawn

Face/Off

No Escape

Impostor

Death Race 2

Jobs

Les Quatre Cents Coups

The Wolf of Wall Street

The Murder of Princess Diana

The Diving Bell and the Butterfly

Fight Club

My Sister's Keeper

Ida

Loreak

Sowon

Gran Torino

All About Eve

The Nun's Story

The Sunset Limited

A Clockwork Orange

Kingsman.

Batman: Under the Red Hood

Lords of Dogtown

Unbroken

Ip Man

Million Dollar Baby

Concussion

The Great Gatsby

Lilting

Birdman

The Theory of Everything

War and Peace

Collateral Beauty

The Children's Hours

Moulin Rouge!

Dolls

The Bridges of Madison County

As Good as It Gets

Me Before You

Before Sunrise

Before Midnight

Carol

The Reader

Like Crazy

New York, I Love You

Anna Karenina

Pride & Prejudice

Bridget Jones's Diary

How to Marry a Millionaire

Bus Stop

The Prince and the Showgirl

Ladies of the Chorus

Roman Holiday

Prendimi l'Anima

The Young Victoria

Sabrina

Ed Wood

My Life Without Me

A Woman of Paris

Metropolis

The Nightmare Before Christmas

Fantasia 2000

Punisher: War Zone

Robin and Marian

The Unforgiven

Green Mansions

Live and Let Die

Austin Powers: International Man of Mystery

The Rocky Horror Picture Show

To the Bone

T2 Trainspotting

La Grande Bellezza

Men, Women & Children

Lost in Translation

Ghost World

Before Sunset

Evil Dead

Army of Darkness

After Earth

Hulk

Get Smart

Raiders of the Lost Ark

The Dark Crystal

Labyrinth

300

Mononoke Hime

Edge of Tomorrow

Death Race 2050

L'Écume des Jours

Paris When It Sizzles

The Seven Year Itch

Down with Love

Monkey Business

Dead Alive

Monty Python's Life of Brian

Vertigo

They All Laughed

Love Among Thieves

Gentlemen Prefer Blondes

Let's Make Love

Funny Face

On the Town

The Sky's the Limit

A Damsel in Distress

Shall We Dance

There's No Business Like Show Business

It's Always Fair Weather

My Fair Lady

Don't Bother to Knock

Monte Carlo Baby

Las Dos Caras de la Verdad

Ciudad en Tinieblas

El Bebé de Rose Mary

The Chuck Net Atrapado Sin Salida

El Experimento

Holy Motors

Mindscape

Twin Peaks Fire Walk With Me

Antichrist

Bottom of the Worlds

High Rise

Southland Tales

Magnolia

Tinker Taylor Soldier Spy

Inherent Vice

The Lobster

The Number 23

They Look Like People

Upstream Color

Twelve Monkeys

Minority Report

Los Cromocrímenes

Predestination

About time

Blue Velvet

Pi: Faith in Chaos

The Box

Identity

The Life of David Gale

The Gift

Lovesong

Miss Sloane

The Meyerowitz Stories

The Big Sick

Efectos Secundarios

The Notebook

The Odd Life of Timothy Green

The Little Mermaid

Manchester By the Sea

Silence

Moonlight

Hunt for the Wilderpeople

Snowpiercer

Star Trek Beyond

Moonrise Kingdom

No Country for Old Men

The Exorcist

The Darjeeling Limited

House of Sand and Fog

Napoleon Dynamite

The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus

Armores Perros

La Dictadura Perfecta

Frida

El Crimen del Padre Amado

El Estudiante

Cilantro y Perejil

Perfume de Violetas

Arráncame la Vida

Como Agua para Chocolate

Solo Con tu Pareja

El Callejón de los Milagros

Rojo Amanecer

La Ley de Herodes

Un Monstruo de Mil Cabezas

Las Horas Contigo

Maquinaria Paramericana

Ella es Ramona

El Jeremias

Sopladora de Hojas

Los Insólitos Peces Gatos

Guten Tag, Ramon

El Infierno

Mientras el Lobo No Está

Sexo, Pudor y Lágrimas

Miss Bala

Cronos

Después de Lucía

Qué Culpa Tiene el Niño

Nosotros los Nobles

La Jaula de Oro

Y tu Mamá También

Canoa

Amar te Duele

Toki Wo Kakeru Shoujo

Transformers

Harry Potter

Old Yeller

Legally Blonde

Miller's Crossing

Faustrecht der Freiheit

It's Called Murder, Baby

Heathers

The Love Witch

Southside With You

Pink Flamingos

Hr's Just Not That Into You

Windstruck

What's Your Number?

There's Something About Mary

When Harry Met Sally

Forgettin Sarah Marshall

Say Anything

Pretty Woman

Not Another Teen Movie

Kate & Leopold

Sleepless in Seattle

Pretty in Pink

Serendipity

Four Weddings And A Funeral

50 First Dates

Bridget Jones' Diary

Something's Gotta Give

Pánico Antes del Amanecer

Cumpleaños Mortal

Viernes 13

La Quema

The Slumber Party Massacre

Campamento Sangriento

Curtains

Siete Mujeres Atrapadas

The House On Sorority Row

Detrás de la Máscara

April Fool's Day

Lovecraft

Bubba Ho-Tep

Thor Ragnarok

Lo Que Hacemos en las Sombras

Zombies Party

La Noche de los Muertos Vivientes

El Regreso de los Muertos Vivientes

Army of Darkness

Pasion Infernal

Terroríficamente muertos

El Baile de los Vampiros

Braindead

Creepshow

El Jovencito Frankeinstein

Gremlins

Un Hombre Lobo Americano en Londres

The Edge Of Seventeen

Murder of Cats

The Book of Love

Atomic Falafel

Buddies

Tiempos felices

Illegal

Nise: El Corazón de la Locura

Kill Command

The Blind Side

The Fundamentals of Caring

The Danish Girl

Miss You Already

Fantastic Beasts the Crimes of Grindelwald

Side Effects

Requiem for a Dream

Constantine

The Island

The Box

The Tall Man

Oblivion

Gods of Egypt

Twilight Zone

Dusk Dawn

Jeepers Creepers

The Descent

30 Days of Night

The Midnight Meat Train

VHS

Minority Report

Terminator

Avatar

Midnight Sun

The Book of Henry

Lady Bird

Truth or Dare

Adrift

Stronger

Every Day

A Nightmire on Elm Street

REC

Monsters

American Mary

Found

The Witches

Let Me In

Let the Right One In

Oculus

Insidious 4: The Last Key

Trainspotting

Night of the Living Dead

Life of Brian

Drive

Snatch

Blade Runner

Scarface

Lord of the Rings

Ben - Hur

Cantinflas

Tin tan

Pedro Infante

Gone With the Wind

Indiana Jones

Salon Kitty

The Wild Bunch

Harold and Maude

The Warriors

The Long Goodbye

Deep End

Coonskin

The Bestia in Calore

La Cage aux Folles

Badlands

The Brood

1941

Eraserhead

Labyrinth

Legend

The Sound of Music

Repo! The Genetic Opera

Enemy Mine

Cannibal Holocaust

The Evil Dead

Lola Montes

King Kong

Rock and Roll High School

Blood In Blood Out

Easy Rider

Heavy Metal

Pink Floyd The Wall

Wicker Park

Lars and the Real Girl

The Cable Guy

Sophie's Choice

Brokeback Mountain

A Wrinkle in Time

Scream

Presagio

Señales

Titanes del pacífico

Clint Eastwood

Dirty Harry

Chappie

The Greatest Showman

Safe Heaven

Across the Universe

Thirteen

Perfect Sense

A Life Less Ordinary

Shallow Grave

No Reservations

The Holiday

Ali G in da House

The Reader

The Dressmaker

Brigsby Bear

Cast Away

Romeo + Juliet

What's Eating Gilberte Grape?

Body of Lies

Little Nemo Adventures in Slumberland

Apt Pupil

Stand by Me

Shawshank Redemption

Excalibur

Hearts Beat Loud

Velvet Buzzsaw

Nightcrawler

Chungking Express

Twin Peaks

Throne of Blood

Harakiri

2046

Tokyo Story

F for Fake

Allegrophobia

Lost in Translation

Hereditary

Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me

Rear Window

West Side Story

Manhattan

David Lynch Cooking Quinoa

Ikiru

Midnight Cowboy

Bonnie and Clyde

The Straight Story

Annie Hall

The Great Dictator

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly

M

Y tu Mamá También

Paddington

Paddington 2

Birdman

Autumn Sonata

To Kill a Mockingbird

Barry Lyndon

It's a Wonderful Life

The Wrestler

The Florida Project

Rashomon

It's Such a Beautiful Day

Paths of Glory

Kung Fury

Boogie Nights

Gone with the Wind

The Prestige

Shaun of the Dead

The World's End

In the Mood for Love

Handmaiden

Intolerance

El Bola

Celda 211

El Olivo

Las 13 Rosas

Blue Valentine

Closer

Like Crazy

(500) Days of Summer

Le Mépris

Match Point

Ruby Sparks

Once

Revolutionary Road

Happy Together

Sleepy Hollow

Vampyr

Black Sunday

The Hunger

The Haunting

Rebecca

Crimson Peak

The Crow

Pan's Labyrinth

Bram Stoker's Dracula

Drácula

Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?

A Cure for Wellness

Horror of Dracula

The Bride

La Novia

Flavors of Youth

Dead Poet's Society

Mary and Max

Dear Zachary: a Letter to a Son about His Father

Big Fish & Begonia

20th Century Women

The Villainess

Touch of Evil

Christine

Zero Dark Thirty

The Stranger

Hannibal

El Autor

Short Term 12

Grave of the Fireflies

Cinema Paradiso

My Girl

A Ghost Story

Hasta el viento tiene miedo

El libro de piedra

Veneno para hadas

Pearl Harbor

Infierno azul

Guerra de Novias

El Bar Coyote

Needful Things

Sense & Sensibility

El Diario de Carlota

Batman vs Superman

Black Panther

Dredd

Scream

Valentine

Camino hacia el terror

Sé lo que hicieron el verano pasado

Joy Ride

Jeepers Creepers

La reunión del diablo

Viernes 13

Another Earth

A Quiet Place

Mississippi en llamas

The breakfast club

The revenant

birdman

sing street *

frida

roma

catch me if you can

dead poets society

the age of adaline

changeling

brooklyn

good will hunting

artificial intelligence

paranoia

to the bone

the danish girl

90 minutes in heaven

while you were sleeping

james and the giant peach

Crimson peak

pretty woman

summer days with coo

the breadwinner

summer wars

the gift

cargo

julie & julia

spirit

8 mile

raw

okja

schindler's list

blue valentine

the hateful eight

the untouchables

old boy

ghost in the shell

sophie's choice

ip man 2

frances ha

the tree of life

amanda knox

hail, caesar!

Janis: little girl blue

my beautiful broken brain

noah

the badadook

origin: spirits of the past

project almanac

the thing

bird box

death note

death note ii

1922

death note: light up the new world

pandora

american gangster

the nightmare

pasión por las letras

le dîner de cons

la grande vadrouille

la traversée de paris

le fabuleux destin d'Amelie Poulain

El secreto de Adeline

La boda de mi mejor amigo

Loco por ella

Quédate a mi lado

The mexican

A él no le gustas tanto

El regalo

Lo imposible

Con derecho a roce

Mi segunda vez

Canta!

El examen

El número 23

The game

Clown house

Km3!

Macario

Once upon a time in Mexico

Wes Creaven's New Nightmare

Don't look now

Eyes without a face

Como si fuera la primera vez

El diario de Biridget Jones

500 días con ella

Juno

El descanso

Virgen a los 40

Eterno resplandor de una mente sin recuerdos

Realmente amor

Ligeramente embarazada

¿Cómo sobrevivir a un ex?

Mensajero del futuro

El imperio del fuego

El libro de Emo

Oblivion: el tiempo del olvido

La última esperanza

Escape de NY

El expresó del miedo

Soy leyenda

El último camino

Cuando el destino nos alcance

Sunset boulevard

North by northwest

The artist

The good the bad and the ugly

Highlander

Hair

The Maltese falcon

The road

Independence day

Armageddon

28 dias después

Hijos de los hombres

La guerra de los mundos

Stake land

Take shelter

Snowpiercer

2012

Supersalidos

American Pie

Rumores y mentiras

Todo en un día

Chicas malas

El club de los cinco

El exorcista

El descenso

The babadook

La matanza de Texas

La cosa

Martyrs

Rec 2

El conjuro 2

Pulse

Evil dead

Voice from the stone

Clinical

Dig two graves

Kidnap

Black butterfly

Grey Lady

Dans la maison

Memories of a murder

Incendies

The prestige

Gone baby gone

El secreto de sus ojos

Mystic River

[megalony]

Parents

Another Roger x Reader x Ben imagine that is part of my Our girl series.

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Enjoy.

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A small smile pulled at Ben's lips as he looked to his sister sitting on the sofa beside him, Lola resting in her arms. It was his sister's 20th birthday today and so everyone had gone down to their parent's house for a celebration.

Ben didn't want to be here.

His nerves were going haywire waiting for either of his parents to start the conversation that he knew was bound to come up.

His sister was the only person in his family that he knew wasn't judging him or harbouring concerns about his own family. Their parents didn't like the fact that Ben was in a relationship with two people, they had voiced their concerns that they thought it would ruin his career. Or that it wasn't right because there weren't many people who had relationships like theirs.

Now that Ben, Roger and (y/n) had had Lola together his parents were becoming unbearable and that was something he never thought would happen. He didn't think that he would wish he didn't have to be around his parents but now he knew what it felt like and he hated it.

"You okay?" (Y/n) whispered, resting her head on Ben's shoulder glancing her eyes over to the two month old resting in his sister's arms. Ben nodded in reply, his smile widening when Lily trotted into the room, Roger a few feet behind her.

"Found you all." Roger stated, sitting down on the floor in front of (y/n)'s legs resting his head on her knees. Watching fondly as Lily clambered onto Ben's knees, her arms wrapping around his neck as he slipped his arms around her middle. Hugging her before she crawled over to (y/n)'s lap to hug her too.

"She's asleep now." Sarah stated fondly, carefully handing the baby over to her brother, watching as he seemed to have stars captured in his eyes as he gazed at one of his girls.

"Your allowed to smile you know." Roger joked patting Ben's knee at seeing the worry lines forming on his forehead. Their gazes interlocked as Ben bit down on his bottom lip wishing they could go home.

Moving his hands Roger moved his index fingers so they were hovering over the corners of his lips and moved them up as he smiled. Imitating the other mother in Coraline, the movie Lily had recently watched and taken a liking to apart from the other mother who was rather scary to her.

Lily's eyes widened at Roger's action, a gasp leaving her lips as she turned and buried her face in (y/n)'s neck.

Roger was trying.

He knew he needed to make an effort at least with Ben's family because he had completely given up with (y/n)'s family. They hated the fact that their daughter was with more than one person. Roger had flipped when they states throwing around accusations when they found out the three of them were expecting Lola. The drummer didn't care for them at all and (y/n) had decided to cut ties with her family.

So Roger felt he needed to make some kind of effort with Ben's family because if not there would only be his family left that they got along with. His parents were perfectly fine about the relationship because they saw how (y/n) and Ben made Roger happy. They also saw how the two were with Lily and they accepted them whole heartedly.

"Come on, let's get a drink." Sarah stated patting her brother on the arm as she got to her feet. "Don't listen to them if they say something, alright? Your amazing with both your girls and your beyond happy that's all that matters. Don't let them get you down." She stated when they walked out of the room to the kitchen.

Ben always tried. He was usually so good at being the level headed one but when it came to his parents and his family his barriers went up and he couldn't just ignore what was said. If they said anything about his family that he loved more than anything Ben wasn't able to walk away. He had seen the look his mother gave him when handed Lola to Roger or when Lily referred to the both of them as dad or papa. There was always something in her eyes that betrayed the smile she forced to seem natural on her face and he hated it.

Sarah understood that Ben felt like Lily was his own. She saw how he was with her and thought it was beyond lovely that he called her his daughter and that she referred to him as one of her fathers. Their mother didn't understand this because Lily wasn't his or (y/n)'s she was only Roger's biological daughter and thought they should bring her up as such. That it might confuse her or that it was wrong in some way.

Leaning against the kitchen counter Ben gently moved Lola so she was resting against his chest, her head on his shoulder as she continued to quietly doze off. Her small hand grasping the collar of his shirt as she drooled onto his shoulder, her small breaths fanning against his neck.

"So the old man can smile?" Looking over to Sarah Ben watched a cheeky smile light up her face as she took a sip of the wine she just poured. Handing a glass of wine over to him knowing he wasn't the designated driver today. He hadn't realised he had been smiling as he looked down at his youngest girl. The actor was used to his sister naming him as old since there was an 8 year difference between the pair.

"She has your eyes." Sarah stated quietly, running her index finger delicately over Lola's cheek and neck. Her eyes flitting to the hallway at her right when she heard footsteps. Seeing their mother approaching the pair with an empty glass in hand.

"How can you tell, they're closed." Ben joked though his smile didn't reach his eyes as it had previously.

"Don't get smart with me." She ordered before taking a sip of her drink, smiling and nodding her head in acknowledgement to their mother who passed the both of them to grab the bottle of red wine on the counter.

"Rather hard not to with you." Glancing his eyes to their mother Ben felt his mood dropping at the look in her eyes that he had seen earlier in the day. A look he was beginning to despise. "Why do you do that?" Ben sighed, anger in his words which came out in a rather defeated tone.

For once he wished that he could be with his family in the same room as his parents and not get judged by them for how he wanted to live his life. They must surely see that r was the happiest he had been when he was with his partners and his daughters. They meant everything to Ben and it broke his heart that his parents couldn't accept them.

"Do what? I never said anything." Lisa, his mother retorted a confused look on her face as she set her glass down in the counter.

Looking to her brother Sarah gave him a pleasing look begging him not to start an argument because it wouldn't do any good. He wasn't here to argue he was here to have a good time and celebrate.

"You look at me like that. With that disapproving expression whenever you look at me with my family and I fucking hate it."

"We are your family too Ben and I do not look at you disapprovingly. I just have concerns for you." At any other point in his life Ben would never argue with his mother. They had been close and she always always used to understand him and have his interests at heart. Now she didn't. Now she didn't like what made him happy, what really made him feel content and like he was in top of the world.

"Take Lola to (y/n) for me." He stated, his jaw tightening and eyes darkening in a way that made Sarah feel on edge. Watching with worried eyes as Ben pressed his lips to Lola's forehead, gently taking her hand from holding his shirt before easing her into Sarah's waiting arms. He didn't want to have an argument with Lola in his arms in case he upset her or woke her up.

Ben waited until Sarah was out of sight in the living room before turning to face his mother. His hands planting down on the counter behind him.

"I've been with Rog and (y/n) for over three years and in that time you've never looked at me the way you do Sarah when she's with anyone." Ben didn't hold a grudge against his sister but he couldn't help but feel jealous sometimes. She hadn't had a long term relationship but their parents both looked at her and her partner in a loving way. They never had any concerns but with Ben they never looked at him in that way and it hurt him a lot.

"Darling, I worry for you. Your with two people at the same time and that isn't something that is normal or will do anything for your career."

Ben knew he couldn't expect his mother to fully understand because she had never loved two people at the same time like he did. She had never even thought about a relationship like this but he wanted her acceptance which seemed too much for him to ask.

"Why is loving two people not normal? We aren't doing anything wrong. You can't even accept the fact that Lily calls me her dad or that Lola is all of ours. Why is that so wrong to you?"

"Because when Lily or Lola get older what will you say when they realise they can't have two fathers? You don't even know if Lola is yours." Running his hand over his face Ben forced back the tears trying desperately to escape his eyes. She didn't understand, she would never understand how this family worked. They didn't think of Lily as simply Roger's daughter, she called them all her parents and they all looked after her. She was their daughter. As for Lola it didn't matter who was her biological father because they would all be bringing her up together as a family. She would grow up when two dads why would it matter who was genetically her dad?

"(Y/n) is Lily's Mum, me and Rog are her dad. As for Lola why does it matter who is her biological dad? No difference will be made by knowing because we all bring them both up together. We are their parents and that is that. I can't keep acting like it's fine when your completely against me having a family of my own that I love." If Lisa was going to continue disapproving of how Ben chose to live his life then he couldn't continue to be around them. As much as it hurt, Ben loved his family and he wasn't giving them up. His parents had the choice of accepting that he loved every bone of his partners and their daughters and they were his life.

"But (y/n) isn't Lily's mother is she? And your not her dad she must know-"

"Don't you dare." Ben practically spat the words as he pointed his index finger at her to stop her from finishing that sentence. He watched as her eyes widened at his remark, knowing in the three years he had been with (y/n) and Roger Ben had never raised his voice on the subject to his mother before. "As far as Lily is concerned I'm her dad as well as Rog and (y/n) is her mother. She's never had a proper mum before (y/n) came along her actual mother abandoned her without a single care in the world. Since she was two we are her parents and that is that."

Roger never told either of them what happened between him and his ex involving Lily. It was something he couldn't bring himself to talk about and they both respected that completely. But he did confide in them that she didn't want to be involved in Lily's life and left before she was even one year old. Ben didn't understand how someone could up and leave their child without a care in the world but it was a consolation that Lily thought of (y/n) as her mother.

Turning his head Ben looked to the corridor seeing Lily trotting through to him. Slowing in her walk when she noticed the angered expression on Ben's face, having heard raised voices. He felt his heart hammering away in his chest in fear that she had heard and understood what he had practically yelled at his mother. Calming down when he studied her features realising she was none the wiser to what he had said but knew he was angry.

"Papa?" Lily leaned her head to the side as she stood in front of him, unsure if she should be interrupting or not.

"Come here princess." His voice was like velvet as he bent down and picked her up. His tone showing her it was alright and that he wasn't mad or angry with her. Glancing his eyes to his mother Ben gave her a last look before he walked away. "Were leaving." He stated, standing in the doorway to the living as his partners looked at him in surprise.

Saying nothing Roger got to his feet, picking up the carrier that held a sleeping Lola as (y/n) grabbed the light blue bag containing Lily and Lola's things.

"I'm sorry, I can't stay if she's gonna be like that." Ben whispered, reaching out and wrapping his free arm around Sarah pulling her into his side as she wrapped her arms around his torso. He hated that it was her birthday and he'd argued today of all days. They were here to celebrate and now things had turned sour.

"S'alright. We'll go out for drinks tomorrow as planned." She couldn't argue or beg him to stay because it wouldn't be fair.

"Happy birthday auntie Sarah." Lily stated quietly, reaching out to wrap her arms around the elder woman's neck as she kissed her cheek causing her to smile. Both (y/n) and Roger reiterated happy birthday as they all started making their way to the front door.

"Come on, let's go home."

[thedailyimagines]

Coraline Au: Supernatural (Part Four)

Part Four of the Coraline Supernatural Au! This will be finished in part 5!

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Other Dean pushed past the mirror into the little room as if it were nothing more than smoke. His skin had a healthy glow to it, and the button eyes appeared to be freshly polished.

He opened the mirror from the inside and turned to the form laying on the bed. Y/n was fast asleep, unaware of who was in the room with him. The other brother picked y/n up, cradling him as if he were a small child, and left the mirror room behind to head for the kitchen.

Y/n stirred, mumbling a little in his sleep. He knew someone was holding him, bringing back a distant memory from when he was very small and someone who loved him very much had held him like this.

It was then that y/n realized there was only one person who would be holding him like this. He started to squirm, and Other Dean set him down in a chair.

“Shush. I just came to get you out of the closet. I didn’t want to punish you, but you needed to learn your lesson.” Y/n leaned as far back as he could in his seat, away from the fake brother. Other Dean turned to the stove and started preparing eggs. The empty shells reminded y/n of his conversation with the ghost children.

“There were other children in the mirror.” Other Dean shook his head, but kept his back turned to y/n.

“There are no other children here y/n. It’s just you.” Y/n fiddled with the edge of the table cloth, trying to pick his words carefully and not sound scared.

“They were ghosts. They said that you left them in the dark and forgot about them.”

“You must be tired still. There are no such things as ghosts.” There was a silence for a moment that was broken by the tapping of the other brother’s fingers on the counter, and y/n spoke again.

“I have a question.” Other Dean flipped the omelet in the pan.

“Shoot.”

“Do you like games?” This made the tapping fingers freeze for a moment.

“Everyone likes...games.” Encouraged by this answer, y/n pressed on.

“Then we should play one.” Other Dean transferred the omelet to a plate and set it down in front of y/n. He took a seat on the other side of the table.

“And exactly what would we be playing? A board game, a card game, maybe a riddle game?” Y/n shook his head.

“A hide-and-go-seek game. I go find the souls of the ghost children and my brothers. If I find them all then I win, and you let everyone you’ve trapped here go.” The button eyed man pressed his fingertips together, intrigued.

“And if you lose?”

“Then I stay here. I’ll be a good brother, and I’ll let you sew buttons in my eyes.” Other Dean smiled.

“Fine.”

“Wait. How do I know you’ll keep your side of this?”

“I swear on my mother’s grave.” This information surprised y/n. Was there an Other Mary? A small part of him thought that if the Other Brother did have a mother, it certainly was not Mary Winchester.

“You have-does she have a grave?”

“Of course. I put her there myself when she tried crawling out of it.” Y/n shuddered and shook his head.

“Swear on something I can trust.” The other brother held up a hand.

“How about my right hand?” Y/n considered it, then nodded.

“Alright.”

“Good. Eat up, you’ll need your strength.” Other Dean walked behind him, and y/n cautiously took a bite of the food. It tasted good, but oddly flat as if it were a memory of a taste. He then realized he had forgotten one thing.

“What does a soul look like, anyway?” Y/n turned in the direction the other brother had gone, but there was no one there.

He ate quickly, then looked around the kitchen for anything out of the ordinary. Finding nothing, y/n walked out to the hall and stood in front of the mirror. He hoped the ghost children were doing okay.

It was then when he saw something strange in the mirror. At his pocket was a glowing yellowish-green light, as if a firefly had crawled into his pocket. He stuck his hand in, and pulled out the stone with the hole.

The light from the stone seemed to be pointing to the bedroom that was given to him. He walked in, and started searching again. Several minutes passed, and he was no closer to finding a soul than he was earlier. Y/n was about to give up, when a voice seemed to echo in his mind.

“Look through the stone.”

He looked at the stone in his hand, then held it up to his eye. In an instant the brightly colored room became dull and grey, the only color coming from the toy box. Moving closer to the toy box, y/n tipped it over. Stuffed animal, building blocks, puzzles, and a small grey marble fell out. Nothing that seemed very soul-like to him.

He held the stone up to his eye again. A bright red glow lit up the room, emitting from a little ball. Y/n picked it up and looked at it. The grey marble seemed to flicker with a red glow, and a young boy’s voice spoke in his mind.

“Very good! Be careful, the Other is not happy.”

Y/n nodded, placing it into his pocket. He was about to leave the room when his foot hit something. Looking down, he saw the doll that Other Dean had given him. He picked it up, placed it in the bottom of the toy box, then placed everything on top of it. No need for it to follow him around.

He exited the room, unsure where to go next. Walking to the mirror again, y/n hoped that the stone’s reflection would point him in the right direction. No luck, all he saw in the mirror was himself. It was time to go outside.

Y/n exited the bunker, walking out towards the stone cottage where he had seen the show. Upon arriving he saw the door was slightly open and his bag was next to the door.

“This seems like a trap. Guess I’ll just walk into it.” The door creaked as he opened it more, but it was extremely dark. Digging through his backpack, y/n pulled out his flashlight and switched it on.

Walking in further, he shined the flashlight upwards to see hundreds of bats—no, those were dogs with bat wings—moving around on the ceiling. It broke his heart to see the sweet animals so twisted into something they weren’t.

‘Poor things. They didn’t ask for this.’ He carefully stepped into the main theater room, and the stage caught his attention. There were no more props, but on the back wall was what appeared to be a gigantic egg sac for spiders. ‘Please don’t be in there, please please please...’

Holding up the stone to his eye again, y/n looked at the sac. Once more the world around him became grey, but a faint light shone out of the mass on the stage. Taking a breath, y/n climbed onto the stage and approached it. It was clearlish white, and inside he could make out the faces of a figure that could have been Lilith and Ruby once.

Now their faces were melted like wax, and honestly a little frightening. He held the stone to his eye, and saw a bluish light was coming from their clasped hands. He really didn’t want to touch the thing, and he even considered running away for a moment.

Y/n pressed his hand inside. He kept reaching until he touched their combined hand, and pried it open to grab a smooth spherical object. He pulled his hand back, stepping away from the thing when-

“THIEF! GIVE IT BACK!” Lilith howled and lunged towards him.

“CATCH THE THIEF! CATCH HIM!” Ruby swiped a hand at his chest, just missing him. The bat-dogs on the ceiling stirred, a few even flitting around to see what was going on.

“Flee! Flee while you can!” The voice in his mind sounded much like the winged ghost girl. And she was giving some great advice. Y/n fled, scared if he stayed that the two women would catch him and keep him in the dark theater forever.

Slamming the door shut behind him, y/n panted and placed the soul in his pocket next to the other. He walked back to the bunker and ran back into Other Dean, who was staring at him with a tight expression.

“I found two souls. One to go.”

“I see. Thank you for telling me.” There was silence until the other brother spoke again. “You know that I love you, y/n.”

“I know you do.” And it was true. The other brother did love him, but like a dragon loves gold. To him, y/n was a doll to be played with then thrown away.

“Do you have a plan to get into the storage shed?”

“Um...” In y/n’s world, the two story storage shed was somewhere he couldn’t go. It was always locked, and the stairs going up were rotted. He hadn’t remembered it existed until now.

“Here.” Other Dean gagged and pulled a key from his throat, tossing it to y/n. He caught the key, cringing at the spit, but didn’t say anything. Y/n left the Other Dean behind him and headed towards the storage shed, which if his memory served correctly, was east of the bunker.

Arriving at the shed, y/n decided to head into the ground floor first. The locked door opened with a creak, and the smell of must and something sour wafted out. Wandering further in, y/n used the stone to look around for a soul. There was no light and he was about to turn back when something moved, and he froze. A tarp covered pile on the ground shifted again and the tarp fell away.

Y/n knew immediately who it was. It was Other Sam, but his features were all wrong. The skin was melted much like the creature on the stage, but looked as though someone had tried to reshape them and given up halfway. The creature turned to face y/n, one of its button eyes falling off.

“Y/n...why are you here...?”

“I’m looking for souls. Are there any here?”

“No...only dust and forgotten things...” Using the stone, y/n confirmed what it said was true. There were no souls around. It-he couldn’t keep calling it Other Sam now stumbled and stood, swaying and wobbling in place. “He wants me to keep you here...I can’t say no...I’m sorry...”

“Please, don’t do this. Be brave.”

“I cannot.” With that, it charged at y/n. Y/n had two choices; run and let it catch him, or stand his ground. He chose option two. When it got close enough, y/n reached up and grabbed the remaining button eye, tearing it off. The creature howled, grabbing blindly.

Y/n was already headed for the door, quietly stepping to avoid detection. He was nearly out when his foot hit a piece of metal. The creature ran towards the noise, and y/n sprinted for the door. He made it out just in time, slamming the door behind him and locking it. There was a thump and the door rattled, but held.

Quickly walking to the stairs, y/n ascended to the second level. The stairs creaked and groaned at his weight, but they didn’t collapse.

There was only a scrap of fabric covering the entrance to the upper level. Moving inside the darkened interior, y/n saw on the far side of the room a man wearing a trench coat. The shoulders of the coat were pulled over their head, but y/n had a feeling he knew who it was.

“You’re the Other Castiel, right?” The figure shrugged and flopped over a little.

“WHy dO yOu waNt To gO bAcK tO tHAt PlaCe? YoU wERe’T giVEn AttEnTiOn tHErE.” The copy of the angel’s voice was raspy and high pitched, and sounded far away and echoey, like it wasn’t really his voice.

“Because it’s my home. Because my brothers do give me attention, just not when they’re busy. And most importantly, because they don’t want to kill me and trap me here.” He held the stone up to his eye. Coming from the trench coat of the other angel was a purple glow.

“bUt yoU CouLD HaVe eVErYthiNG.” Y/n took a few steps forward, towards the figure.

“I don’t want everything. Nobody does, or they’ll never really be happy.”

“i DoN’t uNDerSTanD.”

“Of course you don’t. You’re just a bad copy of Castiel.”

“nOt EveN ThAT anYmORe.” Y/n took another step forward. The trench coat fell to the floor, and from inside dozens of rats scurried out. The largest held a grey marble in its paws. Placing the marble in its teeth, the rat ran for the doorway. The smaller rats ran everywhere in an attempt to distract y/n.

Making his way across the room, he followed the rat outside. It was already at the bottom of the steps. Y/n ran down them, but at the last moment one of the steps warped, tripping him up. He tumbled down, landing in a heap at the bottom.

Sitting up slowly, y/n checked himself quickly for injuries. Only a scraped knee and some bruises. He stood, wincing slightly, and looked around for the rat. It was nowhere in sight. The reality hit him suddenly. He lost the last soul. He was stuck here, his brothers were stuck here, the ghost children were trapped forever. He had failed everyone. Y/n put his face in hands, tears threatening to fall.

“Ahem.” He looked up, and there was the cat with the rat and the marble. “I do believe I once said that I hate the rats.”

“You may have mentioned that.” Y/n walked over and picked up the marble. Instantly he heard the voice of the pioneer ghost child.

“You’ve found us three, but He still has your brothers. He won’t let you leave so easily. Be wise, brave, and tricky.” The cat stood, but it seemed agitated. Y/n knelt beside it.

“What’s wrong?” The cat’s fur was standing on end.

“They’ve closed. There’s only one way out now. The door between worlds.”

“Here.” Y/n gently picked the cat up. “I’m not leaving anyone behind, and that includes you. We’re all going home.” With that, y/n made his way back to the house with the cat in his arms.

He had an idea of where his brothers were, all he needed was a plan to get out of here.

~~~~~~~~

I don’t own the above gifs, all credits go to the owners.

[callunavulgari]

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16. pull out the insides by SpineAndSpite | The Bright Sessions | Mark/Damien | 3k

“Stop,” Damien says again, more insistent this time.

“I’m not doing it on purpose.” Mark's heart pounds in his ears and he sees Damien’s hands shaking. God. They shouldn’t have started talking about sex. Shouldn’t have filled in the colors and shadows to this pencil outline of a sketch forming between them. They shouldn’t have given it a name.

Heather Says: This year seems to have had a theme when it comes to fics that I’ve liked and it seems to boil down to: people who are bad for each other have sex and catch feelings. Mark/Damien is not the healthiest ship. But it also hurts in this stupidly tragic way and hell if I didn’t fall head over heels for it.

17. tell me, get my shit together by paperclipbitch | Star Wars | Han/Lando | 5k

“I thought we were actively avoiding each other after the Trandosha Shitshow,” Han says.

“We’re actively avoiding each other after the Iridonia Shitshow,” Lando corrects him, “the Trandosha Shitshow is That Which We Do Not Speak Of.”

Heather Says: So, guess what I did in the two to three hours after seeing Solo? If you guessed: ‘combed through ao3 until you ran out of fic’ ding ding ding, you are 100% correct. This one was very, very good, which makes sense, because paperclipbitch has some good shit.

18. chases, escapes, true love, miracles by pepperfield | The Flash | Cisco/Harry 55k

Just because the timeline has been restored, doesn't mean things are back to normal. Cisco's got 99 problems, and Harry Wells is approximately 38 of them.

In which Cisco makes a bunch of plans, fails most of them, narrowly avoids being disintegrated, receives a hug or two, finds his groove, and gets his man. More or less in that order.

Heather Says: This one was long and wibbly wobbly, because it was basically what season 3 should have been. But it was also really great, and had some super quality Harrisco interactions.

19. Your Pretty Little Heart by Ever-so-reylo | Star Wars | Reylo | 64k

Modern day AU in which Ben is an Alpha, Rey is an Omega, and they are way better at having sex than at communicating with each other.

Heather Says: Speaking of people who are probably a little bit bad for each other... This particular fic was new to me, not because of the um, extensive sexual content, but because I’m usually not a fan of A/B/O. But this one was extremely good, enough that I actually liked it for a/b/o aspect rather than in spite of it.

20. Draconia by perceived_nobility | The Bright Sessions | Mark/Damien | 4k

"So I was driving. One ex wife and one ex husband later, stopping at the same fucking gas stations you and I stopped at."

Heather Says: This fic actually prompted a 3 hour long conversation on the ‘adult’ Mark/Damien discord where we basically outlined an entire fic that I never got around to writing where Damien is raising a child, has a farm, and runs into Mark ten years down the ride. One day, I might write it, because vaguely domestic, meet-again-ten-years-down-the-road fics always bowl me right the fuck over and just. There needs to be more fic like this one in the world. But until then, the world can marvel at the beauty that is this one.

21. Artifice by buttpatrol | Wolf 359 | Hera/Eiffel | 23k

A story told in parts about colour palettes, identity, robot uprisings, sensational trials, space, and messy love.

Heather Says: As I’ve recently finished relistening to Wolf 359 I have a fresh appreciation for this fic, which is one of the only longer fics on ao3 that just grips you by the heart and squeezes the same way that the series does. It might have been written before the end of the series, but it’s honestly just as perfect.

22. (shoot the lights out, hide) till its bright out by lipgallagher | Stranger Things | Billy/Steve | 93k

The most dangerous thing walking around Hawkins goes by the name Billy Hargrove.

And he fucking knows it.

Heather Says: I’m kind of cheating here, because this is a series rather than a single fic, but I’m not picking just one part. I read the first four or so parts of this fic when I was visiting my family in South Carolina and spent the next few days wandering around the place half-in Steve Harrington’s headspace. It was an incredibly surreal experience, which lead to a pretty strong combination of mania, depression, and an indescribable craving for ice cream. So like, maybe don’t read this fic if you’re in a bad head space? But also it’s very good and features one of the most fucked up and intriguing Steve’s that I’ve seen yet.

23. Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches by Reiya | Yuri On Ice | Yuuri/Viktor | 197k

‘…Of all the rivalries in the world of sports over the years, perhaps none has become so legendary as that of Russian figure skater Viktor Nikiforov and his rival, Japanese Yuuri Katsuki…’

Heather Says: I actually read this one on the plane ride down to South Carolina, and kind of didn’t like it at first? I’m not sure if it was just the act of putting Yuuri and Victor into the position of rivals that made me uncomfortable or the goddamn delays that turned half a day of travelling into a full one, but eventually I was able to get into and enjoyed it quite a bit. I really like the rivals to lovers trope, so I’d been looking forward to this one a lot.

24. Traveling Far by @astolat | Game of Thrones | Jaime/Brienne | 24k

Three weeks into their delightful slog across Westeros, during yet another charming day of shitting in the woods, eating half-raw squirrel, and trudging his feet bloody, the single most dour and uninteresting woman Jaime had ever met in all of Westeros stopped in the middle of a field, drew a deep breath, and said, “When I was seven, my aunt came to visit with her son. My father told me that as the daughter of the house, it was my duty to show hospitality to my guests and to be gracious to them. I wanted to make him proud. So for three weeks, I let my cousin follow me around and talk to me about spiders.”

Heather Says: I’ve become very fond of astolat’s Jaime/Brienne fics, and I think this one is my favorite yet. Featuring Starks, found family, and a whole lot of walking.

25. lilies of the valley (cover me with kisses, make my garden grow) by diasterisms | Star Wars | Reylo | 8k

Every girl is entitled to the mistake. That one colossal fuck-up that permanently alters the terrain of who you are. You'll either learn from it or you won't, so might as well have the time of your life.

Heather Says: I just. I really like flower shop AUs, and the idea of a Kylo Ren who owns a sleek flower shop being menaced by a tiny gremlin in a leather jacket just. Kills me. It was really sweet and all kinds of wonderful.

[sugarsnap-caely]

Ego Origins: The Magician

So, I guess the best place to start is where I was born: In a hospital.

Alright, fine, I was born in the small town of Glenoe, County Antrim, Ireland.

Yep, you've probably never heard of it. I get that a lot.

Anyhow, I was born to two great parents. Their names are Connor Hayes and Olivia Baird.

I grew up in a small house. It was one of those sort of old houses, you know the ones, the kinds with secrets.

When I was younger I was a bit of a troublemaker. Oh, boy I loved pulling pranks on people…Like that time I glued my friend’s hands to their desk.

I of course got into huge trouble for it, but he was ok with it. We laughed so hard.

I wasn’t just a trouble maker though —Contrary to popular belief, I am a well rounded individual — I was also a very curious boyo.

I always had a fascination with the mystical and supernatural, my parents always telling me of legends and mysterious creatures.

I remember reading over Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings so much! Still some of my favorite series ever.

Other than reading, I remember when a local magician performed tricks at school. I wouldn’t shut up about it the rest of the day.

When I got home, I practically begged my parents to get me a magic kit.

Then, the day I finally got one…

Biggest disappointment of my life.

Ok, not really. I read through that thing to pieces, learning every trick I could. But it just wasn’t enough…I wanted magic, real magic. Like the kind in my books and the legends my parents told.

I remember asking the librarian for books on magic but I wanted to learn magic.

But anyway, being the curious little shit I was, I loved going around that old house of ours and looking for new things.

Then I found it, a secret door. You know, kind of like the one from Coraline. Only less deadly.

When I went inside my life changed.

There were just so many things, shelves full of magic books. Real ones! Leather bound! Dust and all!

There were so many mysterious ingredients for potions. It was absolutely astounding!

But the best thing was…there were all these old scrolls. They were lessons…from a school.

I was the happiest boy in the world right then and there.

Every time I could I would head down to that little room and read, learning lesson after lesson.

The day I first learned how to levitate something was one of the proudest moments of my life. After that I would lift things into the air whenever people’s backs were turned. My pranks got so much better after that…

I learned so much from those old scrolls and books. I even learned about mythical creatures.

Not to brag or anything but I even caught a fairy once.

I uhh, let it go though. I couldn’t help it, it looked so sad.

Anyway, as the years went by I continued to train my magical abilities.

I still went to college though. Mostly business I guess.

I packed everything up from that old room.

In fact it's all in my current room.

Still have a lot to learn.

But back to the past, I learned a bit in illusion and slight of hand as I went through college. I was hoping to actually become a magician, just like the kind I loved. Only this time, I was using real magic.

Yes, I'm aware how corny I sound. I'm a magician, it's kind of our thing sometimes.

I still learned the lessons in the scrolls as well. The next one was one that would also change my life.

The lesson mentioned enchanted objects. I knew these existed, but I’d never had a lesson on them before.

The lesson was about how to detect them, all the different kinds and what to do. It even had references to other books.

For weeks I practiced, going around to different shops and old towns and locations whenever I got the chance.

One fateful, rainy, cliche day, I found it.

Marvin looked at the quaint little shop with hopeful wonder, all the other places he tried had not been very successful, but there was something special about this place.

Of course that could have been his stomach talking. He really needed lunch.

He read the sign, “Oddities and Endidies”

Short, check; made up word, check; rhyming, check; pun, check.

Yep, definitely a magic store.

He pushed open the door, listening to the bell tinkle as he stepped inside.

‘Sheesh, how many cliches are in this store?’ He thought, rolling his eyes. ‘Well, can’t judge a book by its cover.’

He stepped up to a shelf, seeing the books, leather bound and all. He took one off the shelf and flipped through it. As he put it back on the shelf, he saw a table covered in illusion kits, and couldn’t help but smile a little.

“Need any help, dear?” The old woman at the counter asked.

“No, no, I’m good, but thank you.”

“Well I’ll be here all day if you need me.” She chuckled, going back to her book.

He continued about his way, going to different shelves, feeling. Then, it happened.

He felt a sort of pull that drew him to a corner of the shop. Along the wall we're all sorts of accessories: capes, hats, wands, brooms, masks.

His gaze was drawn however to a mask. He raised an eyebrow, confused.

It wasn't the mask though that was confusing. It was the fact it was inside a cage.

The cage itself was large big enough to hold a small animal. He peered through the bars to get a better look.

The mask was a milky white color in the shape of a cat’s face. The ears were colored a sort of limey, neon green. The nose was a brilliant red color and it had two lines under each of the eye holes of the same color. On its forehead were the four card suits in a diamond pattern.

This was it. The object he had been searching for.

He tried to open the door of the cage and found it locked. Shrugging, he grabbed onto the handle and picked up the cage. He carried it over to the counter, setting it down with a small clatter.

“I hope you found what you were looking for.” The woman said, putting her book down.

“Definitely. I would like to buy this mask.”

“Don't worry, no need to pay. It's usually not for sale.”

“Then why are you letting me have it?”

“Special occasion.” She smiled.

“Thanks!”

“Now, you'll have to keep it in the cage.”

He nodded, picking up the cage. “When can I take it out?”

“When you're home and ready. It's different, much like you and I are.” She winked at him and he swore he felt a change in the atmosphere.

He took the cage and walked towards the door.

“Oh, hold on!” She said, making him turn around. “I almost forgot.”

A key appeared in his hand, remnants of purple light fading away from the metal. He looked up and smiled. ‘I knew it…’

“Enjoy your mask and keep practicing. My shop is open anytime.” With that, she picked up her book and he walked out of the store and toward home.

He set the cage on the table and sat down, staring at it, wondering what kind of enchanted object it was. Perhaps he could channel magic through it, or it could perform a certain spell. He honestly wasn't sure, and was eager to try.

But first he had to settle the problem of his stomach. He stood up from his chair and headed to the fridge. He opened it up and found…nothing.

He groaned. He forgot to go to the store again. He was about to head for the door when he saw the cage out of the corner of his eye. He couldn't chance if something happened.

He sat down at the table with a bunch of snacks in hand. The question was, what to do first? He bit into a cracker, thinking.

“Well,” He swallowed, “best place to start is channeling, I guess.”

He brushed the crumbs off his fingers and stretched out his arms.

He put his hands out, palms towards the mask and pushed his energy forward.

It bounced back, startling him.

Well, that option was out.

He ate another cracker as he tried another method.

Again, nothing.

He huffed, resting his chin in his hand. “Maybe I’ve forgotten a method.” He walked into his work room, opening up a cabinet and pulling out the scroll. He stepped back into the room and set the scroll down next to the cage.

He went to pick up a cracker and saw there were some missing.

“Guess I ate more than I thought.”

He read through the scroll, trying another method.

When that didn’t work he put his head on the table, groaning. Nothing was working.

He sighed, “No, no. It’s not all there is.”

“I need tea.”

He poured water into his kettle and turned the stove on.

When he came back to the table he stopped.

There were cracker crumbs inside the cage.

He gaped for a moment, realizing what was going on. He was about to go up to the cage and touch the mask when he got an idea.

He put a clip on the bag of crackers and turned back to the cabinet, pulling out his mug. He pulled out the box of tea bags, choosing one and putting the box back into the cabinet.

There was the sound of crinkling and he jumped around, pointing at the cage, “Ah ha!!”

The floating cracker fell to the ground, the green aura that was around it moments before disappearing.

Marvin’s eyes were locked with those of a cat. It had the same markings as the mask, including a green tip at its tail.

He stepped closer to the cage, “So you’re a Shifter, huh? Can you understand me?”

The cat sat down and looked at him.

“Okay, you cannot speak. Uhh…blink once for yes and twice for no, unless you prefer to nod.”

The cat blinked.

“Cool! You can understand me,” He edged closer to the cage and reached out to touch it.

Immediately, the cat arched its back and hissed.

“Woah, woah!” Marvin flinched back, putting his hands out in front of him. “Sheesh, you’re real friendly.”

The cat settled down, still eyeing him warily.

Marvin hummed, putting a hand to his chin. “How to earn your trust…”

His gaze landed on the crackers before going back to the cat.

“You’re hungry, aren’t you?”

The cat seemed to hesitate before blinking.

“Tell you what,” Marvin said, setting his elbows on the chair, “If I get us some lunch can we try to get along?”

The cat blinked.

Marvin beamed, “Alright!”

He headed out the door, giving the cat a wave.

He sat at the table eating a sandwich and watching the cat, still in the cage, eat it’s kibble.

“So…” he started, taking a bite, “you’re magic, huh?”

The feline glanced up at him, blinking.

“What sort of things can you do?”

The markings on the cat glowed and the package of (now closed) crackers lifted off the table.

“Ok, wise guy, I already knew that. What else can you do?”

The symbols glowed again before the cat started to fade.

“Cool! You can turn invisible! Makes sense being a cat.”

The cat revealed itself, its chest puffed out in a prideful manner.

Marvin chuckled, “You got spunk, cat.”

The cat rolled its eyes and went back to eating.

“You know, I don’t think you like being in that cage too much, do you.” He said, fiddling with the key in his pocket. He pulled it out, “Now, we’re on good terms right? Don’t go making a mess of my place, alright?”

The cat blinked as he unlocked the cage door. Gingerly, the cat stepped out and sat in front of the magician.

“Nice! Thanks, cat.” He moved to stroke the cat behind its ears.

The cat drew back for a moment before accepting the hand.

“You know, knowing you’re sentient and all I feel like I need to give you a name. That is unless you have one already.”

He was met with two blinks.

“Right, so are you a male or a female? Wait, do cats have gender identities? Or enchanted masks for that matter…”

His rambling was halted by a paw on his chest, “What?”

The cat put more pressure on his chest.

“I don’t follow.”

The cat rolled its eyes and tucked the paw close to its body before putting it back on Marvin’s chest.

Marvin bit his lip, thinking, “Are you saying you’re a boy?”

The cat put his paw down and blinked.

“Cool! But we’re going to have to work on our communication skills.”

“Now,” He sat down at the table, “You need a name.” He stared at the white feline for a while, looking at the markings on his body. His eyes landed upon the distinctive card symbols on his head. “How about Pips?”

His ears perked up, and his tail flicked gently from side to side before he blinked.

“Great! Pips it is then! It will be good to have some company around. We could learn magic together!” Marvin cleared the table, excitement coursing through his veins.

Pips hopped off the table, deciding to look around the apartment.

“I’m glad the place lets you keep pets. Not that you’re a pet. You’re more of a companion!” He finished putting the dishes in the sink and followed Pips.

“You can be part of my magic routine! And the mask will make for a nice accessory!”

He snapped his fingers. “That’s it! That could be one of our acts!”

Pips turned around to look at him.

“I mean you, turning into the mask and vice versa. Sound like a plan?”

His tail waved softly and he almost seemed to smile as he blinked.

“Nice! I think you and I are gonna make a savage team!”

Oh boy did we ever. When I started my shows, you know small of course, some people liked us, some didn't. But we never gave up. We managed to find diners and small stages, talent shows, parties, even just on the street.

Slowly, ever so slowly we became relatively well known in our part of Ireland. Eventually though, we began doing bigger things. We even booked a show in England once! How cool is that!

Oh yeah, and I met Jack there too.

“So, where to next?” Jack asked Signe as they walked down the street.

“Well, I wanted to go to Spider Plant and look around.”

“Awesome! Sounds like a plan.”

The two continued their walk down to 3 Gardner Street, spotting the shop up ahead. As they came closer Jack looked over at a window covered in posters.

There was a school fundraiser, a missing dog poster (aww…he hoped they were found soon), a magician coming to town, a church meeting, a–Wait.

He stopped just as he passed the window, and did a double take.

“Sean?” Signed had stopped, noticing his confusion.

“Uhh…you go on without me. I'll catch up. Something caught my eye.”

“Alright,” she replied, continuing.

He rushed back over to the poster, reading the one about the magician. Sure enough, he saw a picture of himself both with and without a mask.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed a number.

“Hello?” The person on the other end asked.

“Henrik, it’s me, Jack.”

“Ahh! My friend how are you doing?”

“I'm not sure at the moment but we've got a situation on our hands.”

“Vhat?! Are you hurt? Do you feel ill? I vill come down zere right-”

He put a hand to his head, “No, it's not that. You're not gonna believe this but there's another.”

“Anozer vhat?”

“Me. I think he's coming to Brighton.”

There was a moment of silence on the other end, “Vhen vill he be here?”

“Uhh…” he searched the poster for a date, “Oh! Next weekend at 17:00.”

“Yes, I can be zere I sink. Zis is very veird…”

“Tell me about it. I’ll see you there.” He hung up the phone and plugged the date and time into his calendar.

He walked up to the store and stepped inside. He found Wiish looking at a tiny, potted tree.

“So, what was it?”

“Nothing much, just a show. It looked interesting so I'm gonna go see with a friend next weekend.”

“Sounds fun! What is it?”

“Just a magician.”

“Cool! I think I'm gonna buy this plant and then we can head home.”

Next weekend rolled around and Jack and Henrik sat in a small crowd, preferably away from most people so as not to be noticed.

“So,” Henrik whispered, “Vhat vas zee plan again?”

“To talk to him after the show. Maybe get some answers, I don't know.”

“Vhy vould he know? I most certainly did not and I am a medical doctah.”

“I’m not sure. He is a magician, maybe he knows something.”

The German scoffed, “In sleight of hand perhaps.”

Jack shrugged, “It's worth a shot.”

Suddenly the lights dimmed and a voice came over the speakers that sounded familiar to them.

“Ladies and gentlemen…boys and girls, prepare yourselves for amazement for which the likes you have never seen. Get ready for…” there was a puff of green smoke and a man with a white cat mask, appeared on stage, “Marvin the Magnificent!”

The small audience applauded and the show began.

The two of them continued to sit, having a conversation until everyone in the audience had gone. Then, they got up and headed over to the stage, and followed it to the back.

They heard a voice, Marvin’s, from behind a door, “We did a deadly job tonight, Pips! We both deserve an extra treat. What do you say?” There was a meow.

They looked at each other and Jack knocked on the door.

“What the? Who’s there?” The voice was wary.

“We…we uhh…” Jack cleared his throat, “We just want to talk to you.”

There was a long period of silence, and Jack and Henrik contemplated leaving before the door opened.

“Alright what wa-” The magician stopped and gaped.

Now that he was closer Jack could see him better. The magician of course had his face, which was still bizarre, but he also seemed to have longer hair, keeping it up in a ponytail.

“Oh shit,” the magician put a hand to his head, “that cloning spell really did work. Okay uhhh…” He started making small, nervous movements on the spot, “no one panic.”

“Cloning spell?” Jack looked at Henrik.

The doctor leaned over, “I sink he’s crazy.”

“Hey.” The magician pointed at them, “I am not crazy. I really did use a magic spell.”

“Zere is no such sing as magic.”

The double stepped back, snickering, “You sound like Vernon Dursley.”

“Who?”

“Oh my god, you’re kidding me. How do you not know Harry Potter?!”

“Oh, zose books. Vell, I apologize if I don’t know every detail of lore considering I have not read zee books.”

“Guys!” Jack put up his hands trying to stop their squabbling. “This is not getting us any answers.” He turned back to the magician, “We’re not clones. Both of us have been born and lived lives.”

“So if you’re not clones…then…” He put his hand to his chin, “who are you?”

Jack held out his hand, “I’m Sean. Most call me Jack though.”

The magician shook his hand, “I’m Marvin.”

“No, really?” Henrik replied sarcastically. “My name is Dr. Henrik Von Schneeplestein.”

“Oh cool, you’re a doctor.” Marvin shook his hand as well, “I’m not much for science personally but it is important.”

There was a long meow from behind them.

“Oh, you have a cat?” Jack asked.

“Yeah, his name is Pips. Want to pet him?” Marvin stepped back into his room, gesturing to the milk-white cat.

Jack put up a hand, “No thanks, I’m allergic.”

“Oh, he’s not like normal cats.”

“Vhat, is he magic?” Henrik mocked.

“You know…” Marvin put his hands on his hips, “I have the right mind to put you in your place.”

“Try me.”

Marvin frowned and put his hands up, closing his eyes.

Henrik crossed his arms and stood there. Nothing was going to happen.

Jack gasped, “Holy fuck.”

“Vhat?” The doctor opened his eyes. “Agh!” He found himself suspended in midair. “Get me down!”

“Not until you apologize.”

Henrik found himself nearly somersaulting, “Alright, alright! I am sorry! I did not know!”

Gently, the doctor was put back on the ground. Once his feet were stable he put a hand to his chest to steady his breathing. “I guess…magic is real.”

Marvin nodded, satisfied.

“So,” Jack began, “Since you seem to be knowledgeable in strange circumstances, do you have an explanation?”

Marvin rolled his shoulders, “Not at the moment, but I do have tons of books and scrolls. Maybe one of them has the answer.”

“Sounds good.”

“So…what did you think of the show?”

“Oh, it was fantastic. You’re really good. It’s even cooler knowing you use real magic.”

“Oh, I don’t use magic for the whole show. Not only would it wear me out, but I still like to do things traditionally. Plus, Pips here helps out.” He said, petting the cat’s head.

“Zat’s pretty neat.” Henrik added having caught his breath.

“Yeah.” He put one last thing into his bag, “Well, I should probably get going. I am hungry and I have another show booked in a town nearby tomorrow, so I gotta get some sleep.”

Jack nodded. “Yeah, we should probably get going too; although,” he took out his phone, handing it to Marvin, “would it be okay if we get your number? This whole thing is strange and perhaps it's good to let eachother know when anything happens.”

Marvin took the phone, plugging in his number and doing the same for himself and Henrik. “Sure thing. I'll let you know if I find any answers in my books or if anything odd happens.”

“Perfect.” Jack smiled, pocketing his phone.

Marvin gestured to Pips and he turned back into his mask (of course leaving both Jack and Henrik in awe) before packing it in the bag. He picked it up and stepped out of the room, “I’d love to get to know you two more so maybe we can all hang out when we get the chance.”

“Zat does not sound like such a bad idea to me,” Henrik said hesitantly.

They all shook hands one last time before deciding to head back to their homes, all of them anticipating what could be next.

Hello there everyone! I hope you enjoyed the second installment in my Ego Origins series. As you can see, with my writing I’ve added a few little quirks of my own. For instance, while I am highly aware of the idea of Marvin turning into a cat (Love that idea by the way) I always wondered what it would be like for Marvin to have a pet and I thought it would be a cool idea if his mask could turn into a cat! 

I really liked this one because I had a lot more creative liberty to work with when writing his back story. I mean, who doesn’t love magic?! I can tell that I will have a blast writing this series and I hope to actually have JJ’s out before Halloween. But due to dwindling time constraints I may have to post JJ’s story out of order, and post the others later. If I do this just know that JJ’s story should be the last/second to last (can’t decide yet) in the series.

Either way, let me know if you enjoyed it as always! ^^

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[iprincezzinuyoukai]

BillDip Week, Valentine Week, Day 3: Fancy Dinner

Agh, I started very loose this week, it’s just that writing romance or something corny doesn’t come often to me. Forget me, I’ll eat my feelings. Uhm, this doesn’t follow the canonical events of my future story, I just thought it would be fun to use my AU with this prompt.

Notes and Warnings: Anti-Hero/Villain AU. Poison-Ivy!Dipper. Bill is a mix of Joker and Harley Quinn.

It’s Not A Date!

The cold, damp stone on the edges of the building brushed against his feet covered only by his boots made of grass. Dipper sometimes wondered if someone came out of their window at this time and saw a green-skinned man walking quietly on the rooftops, dressed only in what appeared to be his pants, waistcoat, and boots, they wouldn’t wonder if they were seeing an illusion, a suicidal madman, or an Anomaly.

But why would he should worry about what they thought? He only had the nights as his ally for himself. Only the nights.

Dipper stopped on one of the rooftops, leaping in and sitting near one of the smokestacks that exhaled gray and black smoke. These days he craved the heat, but he couldn’t go to his apartment or his landlord would claim the rent for this month and last month, and the past before it; He also couldn’t go to the HQ because then he would have to deal with other types of claims. He just hoped that his irrigation system didn’t run out of water or else his flowers and plants would die.

Now that he had finally obtained a magnificent booty from his assault tonight, once he changed all these gems in the HQ, he would finally have enough to pay for his apartment and shut his landlord’s mouth for the next three months, the city’s greenhouse would have more funds donated charitably, as well as more resources for their search.

“Tonight couldn’t become even better for me.”

Dipper turned around in front of the annoying voice, his eyes narrowed as he saw who was in front of him. “Joker.” He pronounced the name of the mad clown.

“It’s a lovely experience that your lips pronounce my name.” The golden clown laughed, “Oh, before you want to attack me, maybe you want to sit down with me to chat and maybe to dinner.” He said as soon as he saw that Poison Ivy was in position to attack him, and although he liked to be stuck between those stems he had other plans that night.

Dipper didn’t take his eyes off each movement of the Joker. He knew the prince clown of crime well enough. Unlike those non-Anomalies that wanted to enter the world of crime, Joker was the most outstanding. He wasn’t an Anomaly but he was giving trouble to the police as if he were one.

Approaching the side of the Joker, the clown smiled ecstatically, Dipper prepared himself in case it was a trap.

His eyes widened as he saw that what the Joker pointed out was a round table with two wooden chairs next to it, a plate of spaghetti in the middle with two plates in front of both chairs, a couple of illuminating candles, and even a violinist with a chain tied to his legs.

“What does this parody of The Lady and The Tramp mean?” Dipper asked almost offended.

“Too much for our first date?”

“It’s not a date!” The Anomaly yelled annoyed. He must have suspected it! For a year and a half now, the Joker had been harassing him every time they met. Once he stopped to flirt with him during a shootout – Who in his right mind does that? It wasn’t for nothing that he was called the mad clown, but even someone with a half brain and no power should run away. “I’m outta here.” Dipper turned around with clear intentions to get out of there.

“Nah~” Joker smirked, “Not without your little bag of beautiful friends.” He showed the bag that Dipper had been carrying moments after, making it sound by showing that the jewels were inside.

Dipper looked down, the bag of jewelry that must be tied to his waist was no longer – At what time he – ? “Give me back that!” Dipper demanded, his gaze hardening.

“Dinner with me and your little friends return safe and sound to your little, green hands.” Joker pointed to the table on the roof with a cloying atmosphere.

Dipper ran a hand over his face, and with a frown he walked with the Joker to the table, taking a seat. “It’s intriguing me one thing.” Dipper spoke, the Joker made a gesture to continue talking, “I know you’ve been harassing me and all that, but exactly how did you know that I would stop on this roof and place this scene so childish?”

“Oh.” The Joker spoke, filling his plate with spaghetti, “I didn’t know, I’ve been following you and waiting for when you would stop.”

“You mean you’ve been following me since my assault on the museum with a table, chairs, food, and the violinist?” Dipper pointed to each of the things mentioned.

“Yeppers.” Joker answered. “You usually like to steal other kinds of objects, I’ve seen that you’ve a preference for everything that’s botanical, which is pretty obvious. But let’s forget our unfortunate circumstances and take advantage of this romantic moment.”

“It’s not romantic.” Dipper made it clear, “And excuse me if I didn’t eat something prepared by you but it’s difficult to accept food from strangers.”

“Of course, of course, how could I’ve forgotten how discriminatory this world is with us.” Joker expressed in a false tone of drama.

“You’re not an Anomaly.”

“I don’t see any problem in it. I’ve seen you work with others that aren’t Anomalies, Ivy~” Joker smiled at the Anomaly’s annoyed face as he purred his alias, “You don’t have to worry, there’s no poison in it. Also, it’s not as if the poison affects you knowing why you’re named like that.” Or why everyone started calling you like that.

Dipper was grateful that his skin was dyed green, so no one would see how red his cheeks had been. It wasn’t as if he had chosen his alias, it was a moment of his life where he discovered another skill of his, which had saved his life a few times – And right now he was thinking of applying it if Joker tried to get handsy with him. “Then you know very well what you’re up against.” Dipper said, looking at his plate of spaghetti and with the fork start crushing the pasta.

“Of course,” Joker said after eating a good part of the spaghetti, “But that’s the exciting thing about this relationship, isn’t it? Figure out how we could do it without any of us getting intoxicated.”

“It’s not a relationship.” Dipper reminded him. And even if someday he wanted to have a relationship he knew how hard it would be to keep it stable. That Wirt, Agatha, and Tom have had it doesn’t mean it’s the same for everyone. He still remembers Coraline crying.

“Right, it’s our first date. We still shouldn’t anticipate the future.”

Dipper sighed, “It’s not a date either.” It was useless to try to reason with a madman.

Joker nodded, “Well, then, if it’s not a date and we won’t have a relationship, then this must be – A business talk.”

Dipper couldn’t help but laugh a little, “I think you’re crazier than I thought.”

“Well, there are already two points in my favor.” Joker said, what made Poison Ivy raise an eyebrow, “I’ve made you laugh and you think about me from time to time.”

Dipper opened his eyes at such words. Yes, Joker was more crazy, maybe he was the craziest person he could meet. And boy, he had dealt with people maybe just as crazy.

“I also think of you, every time I see a salad.”

Dipper now didn’t know whether to feel flattered, laugh or squeeze Joker with vines.

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A Musical Valentine's Day

@lizzy-chan24 There chu go, your Coswel Valentine drabble~

The young man cleared bit his lip as he carefully added the last piece onto the small and glittery object, trying his best to not mess it up like the previous times he surprisingly had due to his shaking hands. He had been somewhat nervous due to not knowing how things would turn out in the end. After a while, he was finally able to place the trinket onto the rest and when placing everything down, he leaned back into his chair with a loud sigh as he looked up.

"Oooh Cosmos did you finish it?! Let me see it!"he heard, and all of a sudden he jumped up before slamming his hands and arms down onto the table as he shielded the object from his brother who now ran into the room. "Moo-Moo let me see it!"

"No! Get away Pepper, I worked too hard on this and you're not going to ruin it for me! Especially not today!"

Cosmos saw as his brother leaned his chin on the opposite edge of the table, then placing his hands onto it as he smiled.

"Why would you think I'm going to ruin it? I'm-"Pepper saw his brother furrow his eyebrows in an angry manner before he let out a nervous laugh. "Heheh...I guess you're right...but hey! Can i help you wrap it? I'm really good at wrapping gi-"

"if you leave me alone for now, I promise to let you wrap it yourself."Cosmos promised which brought a grand smile on his brother's expression, right before he removed himself from the table and jumped up in glee. Soon enough, he ran out of the room as Cosmos got off the table and stared at his little trinket, then letting out a content and impressed hum.

Nathalia looked into her camera as she snapped a picture, and she then lowered it to look at the image that appeared on it. It held the portrait of a couple of birds, sitting on their nest as they cared for eggs which made her grin in pride, but she lifted her camera up again to take another picture of the same birds. Although, she jumped a bit when hearing a voice behind her.

"What a nice picture, though I do believe taking a picture of that lovely couple over there would look somewhat better."she instantly turned around with wide eyes, clutching onto her camera before she let out a smile. Nathalia caught sight of Cosmos, or Stellar, who stood behind her and looked down at the camera she was holding as one of his gloved hands pointed at a couple sitting on a bench.

"Stellar? I thought you would be with your mother!"she exclaimed before smiling, then placing her camera down.

"Meh, I decided to give her a break this year. Besides, she was too busy sleeping and I prefered to not bother her."he replied before leaning down to place a gentle kiss on Nathalia before she let out a giggle and held his cheeks to kiss him back."Happy Valentine's Day my dear."

"Oh yes!Happy Valentine's Day!"Nathalia said before she pulled him closer towards her face, then placing a kiss onto his cheek which made him let out a chuckle before he wrapped one arm around her waist, and she noticed that his other arm hanged at his side as it held a small box."What's that?"

"This? It's just a little surprise for you, that's all."Stellar replied as she pointed at it, and soon she tried reaching out to grab it."Not now my dear, you'll have to wait."

"Stellar! Don't be such a tease!"she exclaimed, huffing as Stellar raised his arm high enough so that she wouldn't be able to reach the gift. "Stellar!"

"Stellar?" They stopped their playing and turned around to face a blonde woman practically Nathalia's height. She had her arms behind her back and wore quite the simple outfit with her hair in a ponytail. Despite this, Nathalia felt that she had seen her somehow or somewhere. Though, she wasn't able to place her finger on it and turned to Cosmos who bit his lip.

"Coraline." he said, and Nathalia now recognized her as his sister who she had seen on a picture Stellar had shown her, but she looked so unlike what she was described and shown as as.She wasn't even wearing heels or her hair down like in the picture she saw.

" What are you doing out here?"Stellar asked as he stared at his sister who let out a shrug.

"Does it really matter? The real question is why are you here? You never go out and just stay at home with mom."she responded, right before her eyes trailed to the side and she caught sight of the other young woman. "Who is this?"

His sister brought her arms from behind and he noticed that in one hand she held a small box, obviously adorned by his brother who was most likely the one who made whatever it contained inside. Coraline's expression immediately turned into a stoic one as she crossed her arms with the box in hand, never taking her eyes away from Nathalia.

"This is-"

"She has a mouth, Stellar. She can speak on her own." Nathalia slightly gulped before feeling her nerves worsen. If it already wasn't nerve wrecking just being in the presence of her lover's sister. "Who are you?"

"M-my name is Nathalia."she spoke up with a shaky voice, and she bit the inside of her cheek when noticing Coraline's eyes squint at her. Nathalia knew that she was like this, but it was worse meeting her. Now she knew why Stellar had not introduced her to the family yet, Coraline seemed to be quite the judgemental one.

"And you are who to my brother?"

"Stellar's girlfriend..."she whispered as her hands now began to fiddle with each other's fingers. "I 've been wanting to meet you for a while now, Coraline."

"Have you now? I kept wondering who Stellar's little doll may have been, I asked myself who in the world was it that he was shaping into his music boxes."Coraline mentioned as Nathalia's eyes widened, as she turned to Stellar who turned his head to the other side in embarrassment. "I have wanted to meet you too, Nathalia."

"Ah Coral come on, cut the act already."Stellar said before Nathalia glanced at him and then the woman again, then seeing that smiles appeared onto their features before Coraline let out a giggle. Now that was...surprising.

"Alright, alright. Just because I have to go do something else."she chuckled out as Nathalia was confused, but then they looked at each other. "I'm just pulling at your leg Nat, you seem alright. Stellar has spoken of you quite the few times and from what I've heard, you got Miss D'Vitt's approval.

"Wait,what?"

"My dear, Coraline just likes to play this stupid game when meeting people. She does whatever in her power to, well, make them feel pressured."Stellar commented before Nathalia looked away, and then let out a nervous laugh as the siblings stares at each other.

"Wow,um,okay! Thank god, for a moment I thought your sister was going to throw me out or something."she said with a chuckle as she felt Coraline pat her shoulder before she leaned in to whisper into her ear. Nathalia listened to her attentively as Stellar raised an eyebrow in curiosity, right before the women parted from each other.

"Well, I guess I'll be going now. I don't want to bother you two anymore, besides the fact that I have something else to attend to."

"Let me guess, you're going to the library and you're going to give your boyfriend what is it,cookies baked by Roger?"

"Bye, Stellar."Coraline interrupted, then turning to walk away as she raised her free hand to wave."Bye Nathalia, I hope to talk with you some other time. It was a pleasure meeting you."

"It was a pleasure meeting you too!"Nathalia shouted back as Coraline walked away, and Stellar laughed to himself before he grabbed Nathalia's hand.

"Come over here my dear, now is when I give you my gift." he mentioned as she followed behind him, then placing her camera around her neck.

The pair had walked for a while until they eventually reached the family toy shop which made Nathalia giggle.

"What exactly do you have planned out, Mister D'Vitt?"she asked before Stellar let go of her, then reaching into his pocket to pull out some keys. He looked through them before choosing one, and he unlocked the doors before allowing Nathalia to walk in first, bowing slightly as he held the door open.

"Not very much really, I just have another gift in here for you."he said before closing the door after he had gone inside, making sure to lock it as he followed behind the woman and motioned for her to take a seat on one of the nearby chairs.

Nathalia sat down as she watched Stellar walk towards the counter, and he reached into one of the drawers before he came back to her with another box that was slightly bigger than the first one. He pulled a chair before he sat down in front of her, and he grabbed the first box before handing it over to her.

"Here, open this one. Then you can open this one which I think you'll like a lot more."he said. 'I sure am hoping she does.'

Nathalia took the box, and untied the ribbon that was on it before opening its lid, then squealing when she found a beautifully decorated cupcake.

"Stellar this is so cute! Did you make this yourself?"she asked, staring at him in excitement.

"I,well...I wouldn't have been able to make it without Roger's help...he's the one who knows all about cupcakes and whatever."he said with a shrug, then bringing his free hand up to scratch the back of his head. "But um, here. Open this one now."

"Okay!"the woman explained as she placed her boxed cupcake down, then reaching out to grab the next gift she was presented with. She repeated the same process from before, but reacted differently once her eyes had landed on glittery jewels.

She reached into the box, then pulling out what looked like a small box covered in diamonds that shined with the rays of sun that got in through the uncovered parts of the shop's windows.

"It's a...it's a music box, I made it myself."Stellar said with a gulp, and he extended his arm to grab at it's top before he opened it. "Look at the doll there."

Nathalia took a closer look into the box, now peering at the ballerina that obviously resembled her in every way.

"Oh,Googly-bear!"she exclaimed before throwing her arms around Stellar after she had placed the gifts down.The man felt his eyes widen behind his shades just as his cheeks flared up, and his own hands went down to grab onto the girl's waist. Nathalia continued to kiss him before Stellar closed his eyes, and he kissed her back as he brought her even closer to his body. After a while of kissing, he felt Nathalia pull herself away as she stared down at him with half lidded eyes.

"Thank you so much, I love you Stellar."she whispered as she fixed her body, then seating herself onto his lap, keeping her arms around his neck.

"I love you too, Nathalia."he whispered back as he pulled her into another kiss, keeping his hands on her hips as she placed hers on his chest. Her hands trailed lower as she detached herself from his lips, then placing them onto his jaw. Stellar gulped as he felt her kiss his neck and her hands tug at the hem of his shirt before going lower which resulted in him pulling away.

"Right now my dear?"he said in a breathy tone.

"Well, I do have to give you one of my Valentine's gifts to you my love. Or would you like to wait for us to go somewhere else?"Nathalia replied with a pant, then seeing as Stellar bit his lip.

"You're right...please, do continue then."

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Coraline by Neil Gaiman

Coraline discovered the door a little while after they moved into the house. It was a very old house – it had an attic under the roof and a cellar under the ground and an overgrown garden with huge old trees in it. Coraline's family didn't own all of the house, it was too big for that. Instead they owned part of it. There were other people who lived in the old house. Miss Spink and Miss Forcible lived in the flat below Coraline’s, on the ground floor. They were both old and round, and they lived in their flat with a number of ageing highland terriers who had names like Hamish and Andrew and Jock. Once upon a time Miss Spink and Miss Forcible had been actresses, as Miss Spink told Coraline the first time she met her. "You see, Caroline," Miss Spink said, getting Coraline's name wrong, "Both myself and Miss Forcible were famous actresses, in our time. We trod the boards, luvvy. Oh, don't let Hamish eat the fruit cake, or he'll be up all night with his tummy." "It's Coraline. Not Caroline. Coraline," said Coraline. In the flat above Coraline’s, under the roof, was a crazy old man with a big moustache. He told Coraline that he was training a mouse circus. He wouldn't let anyone see it. "One day, little Caroline, when they are all ready, everyone in the whole world will see the wonders of my mouse circus. You ask me why you cannot see it now. Is that what you asked me?" "No," said Coraline quietly, "I asked you not to call me Caroline. It's Coraline." "The reason you cannot see the Mouse Circus," said the man upstairs, "is that the mice are not yet ready and rehearsed. Also, they refuse to play the songs I have written for them. All the songs I have written for the mice to play go oompah oompah. But the white mice will only play toodle oodle, like that. I am thinking of trying them on different types of cheese." Coraline didn't think there really was a mouse circus. She thought the old man was probably making it up. The day after they moved in, Coraline went exploring. She explored the garden. It was a big garden: at the very back was an old tennis court, but no one in the house played tennis and the fence around the court had holes in it and the net had mostly rotted away; there was an old rose garden, filled with stunted, flyblown rose bushes; there was a rockery that was all rocks; there was a fairy ring, made of squidgy brown toadstools which smelled dreadful if you accidentally trod on them. There was also a well. Miss Spink and Miss Forcible made a point of telling Coraline how dangerous the well was, on the first day Coraline’s family moved in, and warned her to be sure she kept away from it. So Coraline set off to explore for it, so that she knew where it was, to keep away from it properly. She found it on the third day, in an overgrown meadow beside the tennis court, behind a clump of trees – a low brick circle almost hidden in the high grass. The well had been covered up by wooden boards, to stop anyone falling in. There was a small knot-hole in one of the boards, and Coraline spent an afternoon dropping pebbles and acorns through the hole, and waiting, and counting, until she heard the plop as they hit the water, far below. Coraline also explored for animals. She found a hedgehog, and a snake-skin (but no snake), and a rock that looked just like a frog, and a toad that looked just like a rock. There was also a haughty black cat, who would sit on walls and tree stumps, and watch her; but would slip away if ever she went over to try to play with it. That was how she spent her first two weeks in the house – exploring the garden and the grounds. Her mother made her come back inside for dinner, and for lunch; and Coraline had to make sure she dressed up warm before she went out, for it was a very cold summer that year; but go out she did, exploring, every day until the day it rained, when Coraline had to stay inside. "What should I do?" asked Coraline. "Read a book," said her mother. "Watch a video. Play with your toys. Go and pester Miss Spink or Miss Forcible, or the crazy old man upstairs." "No," said Coraline. "I don't want to do those things. I want to explore." "I don't really mind what you do," said Coraline's mother, "as long as you don't make a mess." Coraline went over to the window and watched the rain come down. It wasn't the kind of rain you could go out in, it was the other kind, the kind that threw itself down from the sky and splashed where it landed. It was rain that meant business, and currently its business was turning the garden into a muddy, wet soup. Coraline had watched all the videos. She was bored with her toys, and she'd read all her books. She turned on the television. She went from channel to channel to channel, but there was nothing on but men in suits talking about the stock market, and schools programmes. Eventually, she found something to watch: it was the last half of a natural history programme about something called protective coloration. She watched animals, birds and insects which disguised themselves as leaves or twigs or other animals to escape from things that could hurt them. She enjoyed it, but it ended too soon, and was followed by a programme about a cake factory. It was time to talk to her father. Coraline's father was home. Both of her parents worked, doing things on computers, which meant that they were home a lot of the time. Each of them had their own study. "Hello Coraline," he said when she came in, without turning round. "Mmph," said Coraline. "It's raining." "Yup," said her father. "It's bucketing down." "No," said Coraline, "It's just raining. Can I go outside?" "What does your mother say?" "She says you're not going out in weather like that, Coraline Jones." "Then, no." "But I want to carry on exploring." "Then explore the flat," suggested her father. "Look, here's a piece of paper and a pen. Count all the doors and windows. List everything blue. Mount an expedition to discover the hot-water tank. And leave me alone to work." "Can I go into the drawing room?" The drawing room was where the Jones's kept the expensive (and uncomfortable) furniture Coraline's grandmother had left them when she died. Coraline wasn't allowed in there. Nobody went in there. It was only for best. "If you don't make a mess. And you don't touch anything." Coraline considered this carefully, then she took the paper and pen and went off to explore the inside of the flat. She discovered the hot water tank (it was in a cupboard in the kitchen). She counted everything blue (153). She counted the windows (21). She counted the doors (14). Of the doors that she found, thirteen opened and closed. The other, the big, carved, brown wooden door at the far corner of the drawing room, was locked. She said to her mother, "Where does that door go?" "Nowhere, dear." "It has to go somewhere." Her mother shook her head. "Look," she told Coraline. She reached up, and took a string of keys from the top of the kitchen door frame. She sorted through them carefully, and selected the oldest, biggest, blackest, rustiest key. They went into the drawing room. She unlocked the door with the key. The door swung open. Her mother was right. The door didn't go anywhere. It opened onto a brick wall. "When this place was just one house," said Coraline's mother, "that door went somewhere. When they turned the house into flats, they simply bricked it up. The other side is the empty flat on the other side of the house, the one that's still for sale." She shut the door, and put the string of keys back on top of the kitchen door frame. "You didn't lock it," said Coraline. Her mother shrugged. "Why should I lock it?" she asked "It doesn't go anywhere." Coraline didn't say anything. It was nearly dark outside now, and the rain was still coming down, pattering against the windows and blurring the lights of the cars in the street outside. Coraline's father stopped working, and made them all dinner. Coraline was disgusted. "Daddy," she said, "you've made a recipe again." "It's leek and potato stew, with a tarragon garnish, and melted Gruyere cheese," he admitted. Coraline sighed. Then she went to the freezer, and got out some microwave chips, and a microwave mini pizza. "You know I don't like recipes," she told her father, while her dinner went around and around, and the little red numbers on the microwave oven counted down to zero. "If you tried it, maybe you'd like it," said Coraline's father, but she shook her head. That night, Coraline lay awake in her bed. The rain had stopped, and she was almost asleep when something went tatatatatat. She sat up in bed. Something went Kreeee ... ....aaaak Coraline got out of bed and looked down the hall, but saw nothing strange. She walked down the hall. From her parents' bedroom came a low snoring – that was her father – and an occasional sleeping mutter – that was her mother. Coraline wondered if she'd dreamed it, whatever it was. Something moved. It was little more than a shadow, and it scuttled down the darkened hall fast, like a little patch of night. She hoped it wasn't a spider. Spiders made Coraline intensely uncomfortable. The black shape went into the drawing room, and Coraline followed it in, a little nervously. The room was dark: the only light came from the hall, and Coraline, who was standing in the doorway, cast a huge and distorted shadow onto the drawing room carpet: she looked like a thin giant woman. Coraline was just wondering whether or not she ought to turn on the lights when she saw the black shape edge slowly out from beneath the sofa. It paused, and then dashed silently across the carpet toward the farthest corner of the room. There was no furniture in that corner of the room. Coraline turned on the light. There was nothing in the corner. Nothing but the old door that opened onto the brick wall. She was sure that her mother had shut the door, but now it was ever so slightly open. Just a crack. Coraline went over to it, and looked in. There was nothing there – just a wall, built of red bricks. Coraline closed the old wooden door, turned out the light, and went to bed. She dreamed of black shapes that slid from place to place, avoiding the light, until they were all gathered together under the moon. Little black shapes with little red eyes and sharp yellow teeth. They started to sing, i> We are small but we are many We are many we are small We were here before you rose We will be here when you fall. Their voices were high and whispering and slightly whiney. They made Coraline feel uncomfortable. Then Coraline dreamed a few commercials, and after that she dreamed of nothing at all.

(source: https://www.bookbrowse.com/excerpts/index.cfm/book_number/1103/coraline)

The story Coraline is a realization of how we expect that others would do what we like. We always complain how disgraceful or disgusting the life we live in, that we wish we have the perfect life  of others. But in the end, everything is amazing in it's own little ways. The other mother is a mere representation on how different she is to the real one which Coraline have been wanting her mother to be. We should learn to accept the things we have before it's too late, I've seen this movie and in the end Coraline has regretted why she chose to be with her other mother and wanted her real family back. We should accept that we can't have everything we want because life is not perfect and that's what makes it amazing.