#love her..... “forgive me dad i was soooo hungry���

[crownedinmarigolds]

Solaire for the incomparable @problemsynth!!! My fave mess of a Toreador! 🌹🌹🌹

[dual-fantasy]

duncan is simultaneously the funniest fucking guy and super tragic to me. i think hes The Worst Ever because its a way of acting out against his dad. funniest shit ever and devastating. Everything about duncney as a whole leaves me in hysterics and also clutching my chest crying punching holes into the walls. he is killer phoebe bridgers to me. can the killer in him tame the fire in (various romantic partners he swore were the one then broke up with 2 days later). or is there nothing left to do for them. hes sick of the chase but hes hungry for blood. and theres nothing he can do. hes a dog motif in a really specific street dog way you just have to understand. in a wolf way, even. but in a rabid stranded starving way. he is the only heartbreaker as well btw. he'll be the loser in this game he'll be the bad guy in the play. eric is a duncney song but in a way you would not expect. it is the duncney duncan pov song ever actually. she can come closer he'll let her hurt him how she chooses. this view of her of the top of her head makes him forgive her. her skin cries a soft weep like his. his price how about just a part of her cause he wants. shouldve been me is THE duncney/gwuncan song ever. courtney pov. when she saw the girl looked just like her and it broke her heart the lengths he went to have her to get to have her. cause she hasnt given him what he needs. he wanted her but couldnt reach her. so he went into his memory and relived all the ways he still wants her. shes sorry it shouldve been her. thought ive had in my head for over a year. its literally Them. a loving feeling is the aleduncan 90th breakup song. theyre compatible but only behind closed doors. they mean a lot to me actually jsut like . In General duncan and duncan ships by extension are mitskipilled. mitskimaxxing, even. GRAVE DOG!!!!

frrrr you're so real but if im going to comment on Duncan I need to confess something. Ive never finished watching action. ive gotten to like ep 20 I still have literally never finished it. I know that he has a lot of moments in there but I haven't finished it for some reason. I understand you but also I'm not as insane. feel free to keep screaming about him because I completely trust your opinion . I'll probably finish action soon because you are dragging me into the duncan hellhole. I love characters who are so silly and stupid and also absolutely devastating if you think about it too hard. literally peak characters.

dog motif but in the way that he was abandoned by everyone because they weren't aware he was actually a wolf. he keeps finding new homes but he gets kicked out after a day. he's rabid and scary and he's desperate for a secure home, but he can't admit that because it goes against his nature. everything hes ever known.

I love duncney too btw. Courtney is such an interesting character to me but I cannot put it into words. I love her though. absolutely love her. she's so complicated and nuanced. Courtney is for the intellectuals (joking). same with gwuncan.

also I'm insane about aleduncan. not to be kind of basic but they're everything to me. they can only be with eachother if they're alone. insane about them

I don't have any song recommendations bc school has been fucking my ass recently. moving to an online school while being tech illiterate is actually horrible </3 but your music taste is soooo good. actually top tier. real and genuinely incredible. he's mitskimaxxing, lushpilled, puberty2mogging. grave dog you're so real always

[julyourwitch]

~ 𝕎𝕖𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 ����𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕪 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕘 ~

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My name is Agathi but you can call me Julie or Jul (these are my nicknames that I use for a long time, my old nicknames are kinda embarrassing XD)

I'm from Greece 🇬🇷 The most beautiful and unique country!

(Some people had passed me as Bulgarian/Russian/German girl idk why maybe it's because of my skin and my face/characteristics 😆😆)

Anyways! I'm 21 and my major is cooking,although I don't like it much or hate it, just yk kinda boring (?) Well sometimes bad decisions can bring you good opportunities or chances in your future! Soooo, my fave color is black, green and shades of green, gray, brown etc 🤎🖤🤍💚

My big 3 are: ☀️♐ ⬆️♉ 🌙♏

And now the most important and lovely part of me!

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When I was 5-6 yo I had a terrible "accident" (not me but the little boy who were with me and I was in front of this "accident ")and after this incident... A lot of things had happened in my whole life till so far.

I used to feel, sense, sometimes with blurred vision shadows, souls, spirits and most of them were powerful for me as a young Julie who didn't know a shit about these thingies 🤪

Soooo after all these things, incidents, situations etc in 2015-2016 I started learning from my mom how to do readings aka past-future-present reading with the playing cards! (My mom also is spiritual and we got this gift from her dad) so I was constantly learning and learning and learning (only what she feels I couldn't even see the numbers or smth). In 2018-2019 had the worst experiences ever, when I say the worst I mean THE WORST. it was the first time that I was so hurt, broken emotionally and betrayed from a friendship back then I thought I loved. Yeah sure some people take a small/part piece from your heart with them and it's totally fine. I had- I was too close to have depression. And no it's not the "omg I'm so sad, I can't this I can't do that" it's more like" bed, always in bed not even thoughts, not even emotions, everything was meaningless for me, my windows always closed not even be able to see if it's day or not,in bed with the same position every day/night.not even go to pee, take a shower nothing. I was like" Nothing matters, it's just another day or night. " not even hungry. For almost a year.

AFTER THIS SHIT THO I HAD MY 1ST SPIRITUAL AWAKENING LIKE IT WAS PRETTY CRAZY AND POWERFUL FOR MY HEART/SOUL.

For real I had HAD the urge to live, to survive, to feel again, I started crying out of nowhere, crying constantly for 4 hours (yeah it's a lot) and from 2020 till now I can say..

I'm so grateful for everything, for my journey that was tough and hard for me, for real when they say"with the pain comes the courage and strength after" hits different. I am grateful and thankful for every moment that has made me struggle, hurt, cry, be angry, resent, be disappointed, withdraw, fear, hesitate, shout, judge, exclude, censor. And yet difficulties and heavy emotions make you more dynamic, powerful, more prepared, more mature and rational/ logical. Because you know you'll meet them(vicious cycle of emotions) again and that's why life is beautiful and special. each of us is fighting for HIS own life alone. That's why we entered this human body to learn a lot, to live a lot, to understand a lot, to understand a lot,to experience a lot, but above all there is no such thing as forgiveness.

(This long text may hurt your eyes guys I'm sorry 😭😭)

I wanted to let you know that this is me, you can always ask me questions if you want to learn more about me and that you matter, you're loved, you're amazing, you're wonderful and pretty soul, so gentle and kind. Your existence for me is a gift and every existence is important and gift for everyone.

I deeply love you, with my whole heart. 🖤✨

[13tinysocks]

I wanna see some anti fanfic rec plspls

You asked for it. May I present, a creepypasta x reader anti-reading list.

Quick Disclaimer: No author names will be dropped nor fic links or sites they’re on. I dislike these works but I don’t want anybody to be harassed. Don’t go after people, holy shit. These works are only here because of some heavily disturbing content. One of them just makes me super mad because of a few circumstances. These are purely my opinions. I am not writing Jesus nor do I write the cleanest stories out there. Dark topics should be explored in fiction. However, some things just shouldn’t fucking be romanticized. Fanfic is practice, I’m not taking points off for wonky writing.

You’re allowed to like whatever the fuck you want. I’m not shaming you or the authors. I’m talking about media I dislike, which I am completely allowed to do. If your friend or favorite author’s work is in here, maybe don’t send this to them. I get it’s tempting but still, it could be upsetting. Again, don’t fucking harass anybody. 

This list is in order of - Pisses me off to FBI open up to whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck.

Content warning for: Rape, miscarriages, abortion, necrophilia, sexism, child grooming, multiple types of abuse, ablism, and meanie head criticism of popular fics. Seriously, this gets exceptionally bad at the final one. 

First up in our lineup a pretty popular. It’s the least upsetting and problematic. It’s a various creepypasta x reader mansion fic. This is more of an honorable mention because it’s frustrating to read over being super bad.

Recruited.

Summary: (Y/n) killed an attempted rapist and covered it up years ago. She is recruited into the cpp’s to be considered as a proxy along with two others. Follow her through a journey of no character development into becoming a proxy.

What’s wrong with it?

-Brian literally is a misogynist. He literally hates women.

-(Y/n) is an asshole. Not in an entertaining bad bitch way. No, in an unaware bland way. Points off for being a business major, girl you have no soul and it shows.

-She is treated like the voice of reason who is always morally correct. Thing is, if anyone is neurodivergent or mentally ill and ya’know shows symptoms of it, they’re cRaZy, evil, and an annoyance. 

-Yes, people creeping on or getting clingy can be shitty/annoying but sometimes the way (Y/n) acts is completely unjust. It left a bad taste in my mouth because the character felt okay to be shitty to people who weren’t like her.

-The endings are disheartening and make no fucking sense. Cody, who is clingy at worst, gets rejected Jack, who TRIES TO BREAK (Y/N)’S FUCKING LEG, gets with her. Can I get a HELLO?????? 

-(Y/n) also doesn’t get with Jeff who suddenly turned into her brother character after hundreds of pages of romantic tension. Again, Recruited is not inherently bad but it may be really disappointing to people who are here for 1-2 specific characters.

-Queer bait-y author’s notes and inconstant love interests. Author’s notes would read like “Teehee, maybe I’ll make (Y/n) have Jane and/or Natalie endings……” But that never happens after it’s teased multiple times. I get not wanting to add more to your plate but don’t suggest it if you don’t want to do it or only want to please heterosexual readers.

-They put Tim outside like a dog for being a bad boy. 

-Author’s notes and percentages fill in details for the reader that aren’t in the fic. I’m not going to read all of that. Put important information in the fic. 

-Lot’s of excessive jealousy. Painfully heteronormative. 

What about the good?

Readable. Dramatic like Big Brother. Can be an entertaining read if it’s your thing.

Conclusion

Left a bad taste in my mouth. I feel like the author literally hated half the cast and was annoyed while writing them. When you don’t enjoy writing something it shows. Also, her other work (pandemic! Reader X X-Virus) is super tone-deaf and I don’t recommend that either. Don’t recommend joining this fic’s Discord server either. Won’t get into details but in my and my friend's experience: it’s not a good environment with a lot of playing favorites. 

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Next up on our list is a grossly popular Eyeless Jack X Reader fic.

My Imaginary Monster

Summary: Immoral monster, Eyeless Jack, sneaking into a 5-year-old girl's room. He gets attached, sticks around through her childhood. Thing is, he gets real creepy. Starts to catch feelings for a 16-year-old he’s watched grow up. He kisses a minor who reciprocates his feelings which is textbook child grooming. Nasty fucker runs away, there’s some drama from that. (Y/n) grows up, comes back to town, and Jack’s a’creepin’.

What’s wrong with it?

-Jack is a literal child groomer. 

-Do I need to say more??? Immortal adult kisses a 16 y/o. Gross.

-People in the comments are going gaga for grooming. Are you kidding me, he’s a pedophile.

-The OC’s take up more than half of the ~200 page run time. I couldn’t get attached to any of them even after the supposed significance. Which is fine but they took up so much of the fic that it got boring and annoying incredibly quickly.

What’s good about it?

I enjoyed Ben. He did the right thing and I can respect that. Trans and poluyamourus reprrensentation.

Conclusion:

No child grooming in my fucking lobby. I think the author was trying to paint it in a bad light. But the thing is, you can write a creepy stalker fic without making them a groomer. A lot of people are trying to escape their troubles through fanfic, including those who’ve dealt with sexual abuse. Don’t bring that into x reader spaces. Don’t put readers through that again. 

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Last and absolutely least we got a Tim X Reader. 

BIG TW. FUCKING HUGE TW. MOST OF THE TW’S FROM EARLIER ARE FROM THIS ONE FIC. 

Pure Forgiveness.

Summary: (Y/n) is abused by her mom. Her dad killed himself and she’s all (Y/n)’s got in this world. Until Tim comes along and “saves” her. He takes her to the mansion and keeps her as a pet to torture. 

I’m going to get into all the nitty-gritty to satisfy your morbid curiosities so you don’t read it. 

What’s wrong with it?

-Chapter 1 opens with (Y/n)’s miserable life. Her mom hates her so much she has a fucking torture table for (Y/n).

-There’s an attempted rape in chapter 2.

- She’s taken to the mansion by Tim in chapter 3 because he’s “off his medication” and “acting nicer than normal”. Hi, mentally ill person here, that’s not how it fucking works you ding dong. 

-Mental illness is made out to we wholly evil.

-Also tic’s are made out to be scary. As a person with tics, don’t write tics as scary or super weird. Thanks.

-(Y/n) not being able to escape, fight back rapists, and other horrible shit is labeled as weak.

-At one point (Y/n) is dragged through the mansion, beer bottles and used condoms are thrown at her. Girl has to shower off cum.

-(Y/n) is tortured in various ways. Mostly beaten, berated, burned, cut, starved, etc. 

-She is drugged and repeatedly raped by Brian and Toby. These rapes are recorded and shown to (Y/n).

-Brian has black hair. Why?

-Toby and Brian give (Y/n) a forced abortion.  

-(Y/n) gets raped almost every fucking chapter.

-At one point Jack orally rapes (Y/n) to abort a baby. 

-Toby and Brian are necrophiles. They skull fuck a corpse at some point. It is graphically described how they like to have sex with dead bodies.

-Slenderman forcefully impregnates (Y/n) to “keep the (Tim’s) baby safe” whatever the fuck that means.

Why does this happen?

Because Tim wants a kid because his dad raped his mom and his mom was a prostitute. He’s soooo sad guys :(((

Feeling hungry? Here’s some things that are eaten by various characters.

-Hair 

-Cum (forced)

-Toby 

-Piss 

-A miscarried baby 

What’s good about it?

Nothing. Fucking nothing. Don’t read it.

Conclusion

If you like this fic you need therapy, I’m not joking. It’s like a car crash and Rob Zombie movie horribly mish-mashed together. It sucks. The comments praise literal abuse and berate (Y/n) for being afraid. Fuck this fic and everything it stands for. It’s shock horror and torture for the sake of it. It makes no fucking sense and it’s harmful. People think this is okay. It’s not. 

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Thank you to my pals in the server for helping out and finishing some of these where I could not. Especially you Connie, everyone say thank you Connie she got through Pure Forgiveness. Absolute trooper legend. Again, don’t go out of your way to harass these people. I made this list so you can avoid these works because they have the potential to be upsetting. I’m not the police, I can’t force anyone to stop nor do I want to. Author’s are allowed to explore dark topics but some should be done respectfully or not at-fucking-all. I hope these people grow as writers and understand treating some things a certain way isn’t cool. You can enjoy dark fics, I do too, fuck I write them too, but Jesus God, some things are a no from me chief.

[d4rkwr1t3s]

Three Written Loves Chapter 1

Romoxiety and Intruloceit soulmate au where you are given a notebook to communicate with your soulmates at 16. You cannot say your name, address, place of school/work, number, etc.

TW: Abuse, bad Christian views, threats of harm, homophobia, OCs

Fonts/Colors for the chapter from Google Docs: Virgil’s- Pacifico purple last dot  Roman’s- Pinyon Script red 4th dot

This chapter is Patton centric with the start containing Virgil and Roman writing to each other. Be safe

Ro: Veeeeeeeeee V: What? Ro: Soooo We have a new kid and he is just the sweetest little puff ball you could ever meet. V: So what? Ro: Now don’t be rude! He gave me cookies! I bet you’d like him! But he hadn’t talked to his soulmate(s?) all day! Maybe he could be our #3?

V: Not everyone has 3 soulmates it's also really rare

Ro: I knooooow. I can be hopeful though Moody B Moans. V: Don’t get your hopes up princey

Ro: I just feel like something/someone is missing…

V: Maybe... 

Ro: But if so-

V: No. That’s my job. Might be situational?? Ro: Then I shall save him from his situation that holds him back from his true loves!

Ro: Hey! I can feel that eyeroll from here!

V: Whoops? I gtg. Driving

Ro: Awwww. Talk to you later V!

Patton put his hands to his eyes to keep the tears from falling onto the paper. They seemed still so much happier without him. They were so cute together. He had the book first but he never said hi. Usually he would be the first to say anything but it didn’t seem right then. It feels even worse now. He can’t. Not him. His parents would disown him. Not only was he gay but poly too! Why? They were nice… well seemed nice. Probably wouldn’t be when he finally wrote to them. Gosh… He had never felt more pathetic. His soulmates deserved so much better. If he could apologize without exposing himself he would. 

Patton flinched at the loud sound outside. He couldn’t deal with it. No. No. Please. Not today. It’s not time yet. Please just a little more time. He didn’t want to get yelled at again and threatened for not telling them about his soulmates. If he told them it’d get worse. Spare the rod spoil the child so they say… He took some deep breaths and cleaned up a bit. Almost dinner. Then he can go do homework and go to bed. Any mark made by his parents wouldn’t show up for his soulmate. It had to be from him deliberately. A shaky breath as he plasters on a smile and that “Good Christian Boy” look. They were having company over. A nice family with a female child they were trying to set up their failure of a child up with. He had been told that over and over. The only problem was that she loved her soulmate. She called her soulmate sunshine but when talking about her soulmate she tried to avoid any pronouns by replacing it with the nickname. It was so cute! He wishes them all the best but he had heard that she would be going to “camp” so would he if he did or didn’t answer their questions. He was so scared. He hadn’t even told Megan about his soulmates. Part of him had hoped they’d move on and forget. Oh how he wished that was how it worked. No, they know somethings missing. They always will till they find him. That was a scary thought. If they found him at all. He can’t deal with that right now.

After a bit Megan and her family arrived. He didn’t even realize it until his father yelled his name across the house. Making him flinch again. He quickly ran down to his mother’s side. A plastered on smile as his mom placed an iron gripped hand on his shoulder to keep him there and obedient.

“Hello Mr. and Mrs. Willis,” Patton’s father greeted Megan’s parents, “make yourselves at home. Dinner is almost ready.”

“Well of course. I’m sure it’ll be scrumptious as always,” Mr. Willis responded before looking at Megan, “why don’t you and Patton go visit for a little while. We’ll call you when dinner’s ready,” Megan nodded in response before looking at Patton with a sympathetic look and heading to his room. The parents trusted them after all. Something he felt he would never get back when he told his parents about his soulmates.

“Remember Patton what we had talked about,” his father whisper hissed into his ear. He only nodded before he was released to follow Megan. He walks up to his room and shuts the door. Sliding down it with a heavy sigh. Megan having sat on his bed. She already had out her soulbook and was smiling at it. Something he felt jealous of, he didn’t feel happy. Was that normal? He felt that someone had written in his soulbook but he couldn’t look at it right now. Not with company. However he wouldn’t force Megan to talk to him. She seemed so happy. Like nothing could bring her down while she had her soulmate. That must be nice… He put his head in his hands for a moment. Taking some deep breaths to calm down. He was okay. They wouldn’t do anything with company here unless he really acted out which he wouldn’t ever do. Humming softly to himself the newest song they learned from church choir that was up beat enough to help. It didn’t really but hey he could still lie to himself that it did. What if he told them tonight? They wouldn’t “punish” him right? He’d get off scot free? Patton looked around his room for a second while Marget wasn’t paying any attention to him. Just to be on the safe side, he reassured himself. He got up and started packing a few things in a backpack. His soulmate journal and a pen hidden in the mess of clothes. His phone and other essentials in the front of the backpack just incase.

When they were called down for dinner Patton grabbed his two backpacks and set them near the door with a small sad smile. Marget had noticed what Patton was doing but didn’t ask any questions to bring attention to it. They had to do what they had to do. His parents sat at one end while Marget’s sat at the other. Marget and Patton were left facing each other in the middle.

“Let’s say grace,” his mom said with a small nod, extending her hands for her husband and son to take. A soft smile on her face. So unsuspecting. Patton swallowed harshly feeling as if the atmosphere was choking him. However he took his mom’s hand and Mr. Willis’ hand as well. Bowing his head and closing his eyes as if in prayer. No. He didn’t hear any of the prayer. His blood sounding too loud in his ears. Yet by some miracle he realized the end of the prayer and joined in the ending of, “amen.”

The families went silent as food was passed out aside from the occasional, “can you pass that this way please,” Patton having gotten a little bit of everything as to not look suspicious. He had been struggling with eating a bit but was slowly getting better with it. It was also hard to eat when fearful of the next thing that could happen.

“Patton?” He glanced up at his name, “Hm?”

“Are you alright sweetheart?” Patton cringed slightly at the nickname, “you just look a little pale.”

“I’m okay.”

“Are you sure? You haven’t touched your food,” now everyone was staring. Great.

“I’m sure. Just not very hungry.”

Seemingly satisfied with that answer she turned back to Mrs. Willis and continued their chat. He breathed out a soft sigh of relief before hearing his dad’s conversation with Mr. Willis.

“My boy will bring a nice young girl home.”

“I’m sure he will, Matthew. You’ve raised a nice strong boy to carry on God’s will,” Mr. Willis and his dad laughed while Patton internally cringed.

“Hopefully so John. I can only hope he stays in God’s light and continues to use what I taught him.”

“Amen to that Matthew. Amen to that.”

Patton tuned them out again. Eating as much as his stomach would let him handle for now. He didn’t know if he’d get another for a while. He sat back up straight after. Just in time for the daily question from his mother of, “have you heard from your soulmate?”

He took a deep breath which he could see the hopeful gleam in everyone’s eyes. He didn’t talk about his soulmate, “uhm… soulmaaaates…?” He tried to lay it down gently. The reaction was immediate.

“You are no son of mine! Get out! No better yet let me get-”

“No Matthew,” Mr. Willis grabbed Matthew before he could.

“My baby… my baby… he’s not.. He’s not…” Sarah, his mom, sobbed in Abigail’s arms. Everyone had become a stranger. Well except for Marget, “congrats Pat but you really need to go.”

Patton nodded frantically. Getting u quickly before grabbing his bag, “I’m sorry.”

“Get out!” At his father's last call of get out he bolted out the door. Tears stinging his eyes as he ran. He didn’t know where he was going but his body seemed to know where to go. Running as fast as he could first towards the woods to make them lose sight of him. 

He stopped at a sturdy tree and leaned heavily against it while catching his breath. Sliding down it as he cried out and cursed out the Heavens above. 

After calming down he said a quick prayer to repent his language towards the heavens and ask for forgiveness. Hugging his knees to his chest a moment and shivering. When did it get dark? And well cold? Slowly he forced himself out of his ball. That would get him nowhere even if it felt comforting. Patton stood shakily and started walking again. Something instinctual telling him where to go. Stumbling a bit in the dark. What time was it? Where was he going? He looked up at the stars. A soft smile at the peacefulness, “I am free.”

[crazed-rambling]

Unconfirmed Conversations of the Werewolves of Lancaster

“Has everyone got their spare change of clothes in the cars?”

A chorus of grumbled agreements and head nods followed

“I know I know we all know but it’s my job to ask. Remember Jack?”

“-I was 15! It was 20 years ago man”

Gethin continued as though the indignant yell had not happened, this in itself was as much a part of the routine as anything else. “We don’t want another repeat of – Are those jeans Colin? What happened to your shorts?”

“They’re in the wash” A sigh.

“Well take them off and put them in the van”

“I’m not taking them off its like 3 degrees out”

“Enjoy the chafing.” That image is enough to have the older members of the group wincing, they’ve all made that mistake at least once. The 70s were a rough time between the denim and the leather.

It seems to be enough to convince Colin as he grimaces and sending one last look to the heavens praying for another option shucks off his jeans and begins his walk of shame through the trees towards the church car park. The chuckles die down quickly as people are soon distracted by their own preparations.

Only his companions continue to look back through the trees, waiting for their friend to reappear.

“Could he be any slower, my dissertation is due next week”

“And I want to be at the Netball social Nathan but unless you’ve listed your fursona as a co-author I don’t think you’re getting much done tonight” quipped the girl next to him, as she pulled her box braids out of her face using a scrunchie.

“Blocked”

“Piss off you meme loving fuck”

“Amanda! Noah and Adam are right there.” Shit. A glance to her right confirms that the alpha was right, there were in fact two six-year olds looking at her in a mix of horror and fascination. “Sorry James”

“Don’t worry about it they already heard me watching Game of Thrones, there’s no way around our hearing”

“Still let’s try and control our language while we’re here, no need to make James’ life any harder” ensuring he made clear eye contact with the main offenders before the reappearance of Colin clad only in striped boxers put an end to any attempts Gethin could make at being serious.

“Dad! Adam took the ipad!”

“You said I could have a go next”

Sure enough the moment they realised that the attention was no longer on them the twins began to fight. At this age they were more wolf than child, especially around full moons, they would fight over anything and everything, they’d mellow out soon…

“My turn wasn’t over”

“Was”

… hopefully.

He glanced to the balding man beside the two hellraisers, who mouthed “sorry” across the clearing, resignation in his eyes. Clearly this was not a new fight.

“What is the ipad doing here? Go put it in the car, before it gets broken” Two identical faces began to open their mouths in protest… “Now.” …and closed

He watched the two backs retreat for just long enough to ensure that they were doing as he said before turning to the teenage girl at his side, with thinly veiled frustration “Why did you let them bring the ipad?”

“I didn’t know they had it,”

“Why didn’t you ask?”

“I didn’t know I had to”

The longer they spoke the more defensive Lydia seemed to become, it felt like that’s all James did with his daughter these days was argue.

“I asked you to look after them Lydia!”

The last straw, and her round face began to contort; nose and mouth pushing forwards, remaining baby fat retreating, fangs bared as she snarled “And I’m not mum!”

Even as she said it her eyes widened as if she, as well as everyone who couldn’t help but eavesdrop, was taken aback by her outburst. At the reminder of what they’d lost both seemed to visibly deflate, her face transforming back into a mask of regret, she never meant to hurt her father.

“I’m sorry honey. I’m just. It’s.” They rarely seemed to speak of April these days, too scared of hurting the other, so when the time came, he could never seem to find the words. It would be easier not to say anything, to let things return to the status quo on their own; his daughter already seemed to regret yelling. It would be easier. But his daughter was in pain, her lips pressed flat and eyes staring resolutely ahead in the way she only did when she was trying to hold back tears.

“I’m sorry. I just miss your mum on transformation nights. It feels like she was able to do anything.”

“She was pretty awesome” a small smile, “I’ll keep an eye on Adam and Noah tonight.” An olive branch; not quite forgiveness but an understanding. This didn’t mean there wasn’t a long overdue conversation to be had when they got home. James felt a comforting presence at his shoulder as she watched her retreating back. It had been months but he still couldn’t shake her, sometimes it seemed all that she left behind was Lydia’s hair, and the twin’s eyes.

“She’s a good kid”

“I know, God knows she gets it from her mum”

“And you.” He wanted to say more, but it would have to wait as his attention was drawn to the moonlight shining from behind the clouds. It was almost time. As much as James needed his friend, everyone here needed an alpha and this was the night when Gethin couldn’t afford to play favourites.

  “Everyone back? Yes. Good.” Few words were required after a transformation, no one was really listening. The only thing that mattered to anyone at this point was food and sleep, in that order. So after a perfunctory check that everyone was no worse for wear, beyond a couple of pairs of torn shorts, Gethin dismissed them and everyone began walking in the direction of the cars.

The church car park was always just a little too small, so people crowded around the cars as they changed into slightly less torn clothes, murmuring goodbyes and promises to see each other soon as they attempted to stay out of the way of cars as they manoeuvred out

Normally ride sharing would not be a great difficulty, but Gethin couldn’t help but feel like he’d somehow drawn the short straw with his group. Didn’t students own cars these days?

“Did we have to be a bible study group, if I have to bail out on a social for ‘Bible Study’ one more time just kill me ‘cause god knows my social life will already be dead”

“Do you have any other ideas for why a group of random people meet up once a month in the woods behind the church? Because I’m all ears.”

“Satanic cult? Family Reunion?”

“-Is it really a reunion if its once a month?”

“Amanda you’re black, I’m Chinese, and Colin is so white the moonlight would burn him if we weren’t so goddamn hairy. No one will believe we’re related.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s racist”

“No one cares Colin”

“Enough. We are a bible study group; we’ve been a bible study group for years and it has worked fine. Plus, it would be a little awkward if an actual bible study group decided to use the church hall while we’re out there, wouldn’t it? I don’t remember you complaining when you first came Amanda,”

“I was 13 and thought that this would be more Twilight and less leg hair”

“Get in, I’ll drop you guys off. Then if anything else happens I’m not alpha for the next 12 hours” He loved his pack, they just made it very hard sometimes.

“I’m not sure that’s how it works” One flat glance over his shoulder was all that was needed to communicate how little Gethin cared for the students bickering.

  There were few words spoken until the three were left on the pavement besides M&S watching the van tear off into the distance. Once they were sure they were out of hearing range

“I don’t know how Arjun puts up with him.”

“He’s working the graveyard shift at St James, Gethin will be out by the time he gets back. But he leaves breakfast out and no one wants to make their own eggs after an eight hour shift.”

“That’s true love that is” says Colin putting on a performance of being deeply moved by their alpha’s attempts at romance, before the rest of his brain caught up with the connotations of what she’d just said “Wait how do you know all this? Gethin tells me nothing!”

“Me and Arjun have a doctors group chat”

“You’re not a doctor yet Amanda”

“But I am suffering so….” she shrugged as though the others were meant to understand how these two concepts related.

“We’re all suffering!”

“Piss off Colin freshers don’t know shit about suffering”

“I’ve got coursework too you know”

“Awww….are you handies hurting from too much colourwing”

“Geology not geography!”

Nathan stared longingly in the direction they last saw the van; it was too soon after a transformation for this. If he didn’t intervene soon these two would be at each other’s throats, and knowing them they wouldn’t stop until the police broke them up or they finally dealt with their sexual tension; right here, outside M&S. But either way a trip police station would be inevitable.

“I’m starved, when does ‘spoons open?” Food possibly the only thing which could distract a pissed off werewolf, transformations were one hell of a work out. Sure enough Colin was fishing his phone out of his pockets. Mission Distraction: Success.

“Shit we got another two hours. Kings might be open?”

“Hell no last time I had one of their kebabs I spent the next day puking my guts up”

“Are you sure that wasn’t the tequila shots?”

“Piss off Colin” Mission Distraction: Success Failure.

“I should have gone with James and them lot I bet you they have food at home”

“Is that you volunteering to sit between two six year olds who haven’t slept in 24 hours, because Edith will be thrilled.” ….Maybe it was better to be their third wheel, the twins were a handful even at the best of times, but exhausted and hungry children are always worse.

“She loves the twins. She says they remind her of when her grandkids were their age” Better to bail out before someone takes him seriously, even Edith, sweet, sweet Edith would take any sign of weakness as an opportunity to switch rides.

“No one loves the twins on transformation night Nathan.”

“Soooo…. Maccies?”

An agreement seemingly reached the three turn and begin walking, just another group of students in search of junk food after a long night.

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Light of the Sun and Stars Chapter 21: Angela and Rafael Diaz

Summary: His whole life Marco Diaz has been raised by monsters, living under the cruel rule of their leader, Toffee. But one day Marco escapes into Mewni where he meets a magical princess and Mewman like himself, who begins teaching him all about her world. Together they will learn about life, love, and the lights within each of them, as they change their world forever.

Chapter Synopsis: Marco visits Buff Frog and learns the tragic history and legacy of his now passed parents.

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 The small clearing was filled with noisy chatter and happy laughter as the portal opened up to the spot, Marco, Star, Jackie, Janna, Beard Deer, Bearicorn, and Lobster Claws hearing it even before they stepped out of the swirling portal. Once they had, though, the four teens all took a long look around, while the deer Monster closed the rip in dimensions back up again. The other Monsters were all hard at work, hauling heavy boards to and fro, so distracted in their tasks they hadn't noticed them yet. Marco's gaze quickly switched to the source of their hard work and couldn't help but smile.

The newly made cottage was coming along nicely, the foundation already filled in and finished, as well as quite a bit of the construction of the walls, the place already looking homey and welcoming, even in its half-finished state. He honestly wasn't sure how they had gotten so much done in such a short time, considering how busy they were with other, more important things, but as he saw many new, unfamiliar faces and the largely increased number of Monsters present there, he realized Buff Frog had asked for extra help in the Monster community. After all it was a big job, rebuilding the burned country home his parents had once lived in, knowing they had had to of completely clear out the reduced rubble that had remained before they could even begin construction, but he was thankful and glad they had put the work in, feeling like, in this way, there was still something left of his parents.

The boy jumped as a hand landed on his shoulder and he turned to see Beard Deer smiling down at him, asking, “So Marco, what do you think?” Marco looked back at the half-finished home, he didn't remember what the original had looked like, having been a baby at the time, but he had no doubts that this was defiantly a close comparison, though it seemed they had made it quite a bit larger than the last one, which made sense considering how many Monsters would be going in and out of the place.

Marco smiled again, giving an approving nod, before telling the Monster, “It looks great! Buff Frog's going to love it!” He had been overjoyed the second he had been told that they would be rebuilding the home to make a place for their new Monster leader to live, no Monster wanting to return to the dark and dreary castle, all of them shuddering at the very thought of it, the memories within still too fresh and painful. So it was decided that instead they would make a new base for their leader, Buff Frog choosing the once cozy country cottage instantly. It was the perfect spot, lying (almost intentionally) on the very outskirts of the Monster's territory but still within close distance of the Butterfly's land. Its location made it quite useful for helping to continue the ever-strengthening peace within the two kingdom's new alliance. And, of course, it would allow Buff Frog to be near his son and still be able to continue running the new Monster society he was creating.

Beard Deer ruffled a claw through Marco's hair, interrupting his thoughts once again, as the Monster gave him a soft look, saying, “Glad you like it.”

“Buff Frog is even working on making your own room, so you can come over anytime you like,” Bearicorn said.

“Pretty cool, huh?” Lobster Claws added with a goofily large grin on his hard face.

Marco nodded his head vigorously. “Yeah, it is! I can't wait to see it when it's done!” Marco exclaimed. He quickly turned to the blond beside him. “Doesn't it look great, Star?!”

“Yeah, it's looking pretty good,” Star replied enthusiastically. “I'm impressed you guys have gotten so much done, so fast!”

“Well we called in a ton of extra Monsters to help with the building and that's really made things a lot easier on all of us,” Beard Deer explained, but Marco was no longer listening, now searching for the Monster that had called them there in the first place, finally seeing him standing over with a group of Monsters. His face was scrunched up with seriousness, looking down at the large blueprint in his claws, before saying something to the others around him and pointing in a direction, seemingly giving them orders, though Marco was too far away to hear what it was.

Marco didn't even hesitate as he began running toward his father, yelling, “Buff Frog!” Buff Frog looked up from his work with a wide, loving smile as he saw his adopted child racing over and handed the blueprint over to a Monster beside him. All the other Monsters turned hearing the shout,  some even stopping in the middle of their tasks, watching as the young boy as he ran to his dad's open arms, happily trapping himself in Buff Frog's warmth and strength. “Marco!” Buff Frog cried as he lifted his son off the ground, holding him close, chuckling softly. “It good to see you, son!”

“It's good to see you, too, dad!” Marco replied, equally enthusiastically, as he squeezed his father as hard as he could, the week the two had spent apart causing Marco to hunger for his father's love and attention and he wanted to soak up as much as he could right then.  

The other Monsters watched the exchange, before some went back to what they were doing prior, none of them really caring all that much about the display of emotion, only there to finish their job and go home. Buff Frog's main group of Monsters, however, quickly dropped what they were doing as they went over to greet their young charge, happy to see him as always.

Finally, Buff Frog set the boy back down to his feet, as he turned to look at the three Monsters he had asked to bring his son there, saying in a slightly accusing tone, “Though I do admit, I expected you here a bit sooner.”

“Yeah sorry boss,” Beard Deer said rather sheepishly. “We got...” He paused, rubbing at his still aching cheek with a grimace, thinking of the young redhead's beating. “Uhh, held up.”

“Yeah, we got beat up this teenager, who was apparently a knight or something,” Lobster Claws instantly added and Beard Deer shot him a glare.

“And also a girl,” Janna felt the need to point out, earning her a dirty look from the deer Monster.

“Thanks for that,” he growled at the crustacean, upset at his friend for practically giving his young rival a chance to humiliate him. Lobster Claws shrugged, raising his claws in the air and giving his friend a sheepish grin, showing his innocence for the slip up in hopes Beard Deer would forgive him.  

“Well whatever reason, I just glad you here,” Buff Frog said, as he put a muscular arm on his young son's shoulder, the boy grinning up at him in response.

But the smile dropped as he tried to nonchalantly ask his frog father the question that was burning at his insides. “Soooo, dad... are you gonna tell me about my parents now?” He couldn't keep the excitement or impatience out of his voice, as he eagerly awaited the response, his hands folded in an almost begging manner in front of him.

Buff Frog smiled as his son's eagerness, before saying reassuringly, “Very soon, Marco. We about to be done for day. Just give me few minutes to wrap things up.”

“Oh, okay,” Marco said hesitantly, giving his dad the smallest of nods. Even though his head was swimming with questions and his heart was racing so quickly that he felt like it might explode, he knew his dad had duties to attend to first, so he tried to be understanding and patient in the matter.

Buff Frog seemed to see his son's true feelings because he gave his shoulder a quick squeeze, saying in a reassuring voice, “I won't be long, I promise.”

With that, the frog reluctantly walked away, going back to directing the Monsters under his command to wrapping up the construction for the day, overseeing everything as he shouted orders and gave them the last few commands for the afternoon.

Once he was gone though, Marco was overwhelmed by a massive group hug from the other Monsters, all hungry to give out affection for the boy and ignoring the work still needing to be done in favor of showing this. Star, Jackie, and Janna, just watched the scene unfold with slight chuckles, smiling at the sight of Marco gushing over the attention from his family, laughing in surprise and joy as his face beamed with pride.

Finally, the Monsters peeled themselves off of him, all except for one, a red two headed Monster. “Marco, I missed you!” one of the heads said in a very high pitched voice, as he clung onto the boy's back.

“Well I missed you more,” the other head said in a lower, more gruff tone and Marco felt the hug tighten.

“Uhh, I've been missing him this whole time,” the first head shot back, his tone becoming harsh.

“Well, I was missing him even before he was gone!” the second snapped, with a look of anger on his face. Meanwhile, with every exchange Marco felt the Monster's grip tighten more and more, to the point the hooded boy felt like his back was being crushed and his limbs were breaking apart.

“Can't. breathe!” he managed to gasp out, his face contorted into a frown and the two finally released their hold as Marco gasped for breath.

“Oh sorry, Marco,” first head apologized with a look of remorse.

“Yeah you should be sorry, you nearly killed him,” the second said, giving him an angry scowl.

“Me? You were hugging him, too!”

Before Marco could quell the argument, the boy felt himself being lifted off the ground and he gave a surprised squeak, only to find himself being hugged firmly, but gently by Spikeballs, who hadn't been able to join in on the group hug. “Hey Spikeballs!” Marco greeted cheerfully, as he allowed the large Monster to hold him suspended in mid-air.

“Hey Marco,” the large Monster replied. “You've gotten bigger,” he added.  

Marco blushed at the compliment, before responding shyly, “Aw, you're just saying that.”

After a moment, Spikeballs set the boy back down on the ground and Boo Fly instantly landed on his shoulder, Marco turning his head to look at the little Monster.

The fly's thousands of eyes lay on him, as he asking in a questioning buzz, “Zzo, Marco, how wazz the dance with Zztar?”

“It was good,” Marco replied lightly.

Big Chicken clucked something to him and Marco shook his head. “Nope, no problems, everything went really well, actually,” Marco lied, still not wanting to tell any of the Monsters about what had happened. “Didn't it, Star?” he said, turning to his girlfriend for conformation.

“Yep,” Star said with a nod, a smile gracing her lips. “It was... magical,” she added with a sigh, as she looked over at her bestie. She easily caught his eye and instantly got a dazed, love-struck look on her face, Marco doing the same. For a moment, she just stared into his soft, chocolate brown eyes, which were alive and shining with joy, and Star knew they were thinking the same thing, as they fantasized the moment the two had been captured in the red moon's glow. Star felt an extra thump in her chest, almost like she had been transported back in time to that moment, but after a second it was gone.

“Well, go on, tell us everything!” came Lobster Claws excited command, pulling the two out of their moment and back to reality, as they looked back at the Monsters, who were all nodding, waiting fervently to be told the whole story.

“And don't leave anything out,” the little fly currently weighing down Marco's shoulder added.

Marco tried not to let his look of nervousness show, as he looked to Star for help, knowing that there were several things about that night they couldn't talk about. And none of his friends looked okay with the idea of the hooded boy telling the Monsters what had happened, as they all silently slapped themselves for not coming up with a good cover story before now, knowing how bad the brunette could be at lying. “Uhhh, well-” Marco started but luckily was saved from having to stumble his way around another lie as Buff Frog called to the other Monsters. “Hey, we still need more help over here! You can talk to Marco and friends later!”

The Monsters all sighed and groaned in disappointment, but didn't argue with their leader as they all left to help with the country home's construction, several shuffling their feet as they went. Marco and the three girls all let out relieved sighs as they were left alone once again, Janna even commenting, “Well that was a close one.” To which the others all nodded and mumbled their agreements.

…

A few minutes later, things had settled down, the last of the work was finished for the day and all the stranger Monsters had left, the clearing now silent and peaceful once again. leaving just Buff Frog, his main group of Monsters, and the four teens. Marco once again approached his father, who was rolling up the blueprint to tuck away somewhere safe, trying to ask his frog father in a patient tone, “So, are you ready now?”

“Da, now I ready,” Buff Frog responded, smiling at his son's excitement, as he set the folded paper down.

“Yes!” the boy cheered, pumping an excited fist into the air.

Buff Frog sat down, thankful he was under the shade of a tree. “Come,” Buff Frog said, motioning the boy over to him and Marco instantly obeyed, plopping himself down next to the Monster. He looked up at his dad, expectantly, as he waited for his father to begin. The others just stood there awkwardly, not sure if they should intrude on the moment, but were also overwhelmed by curiosity.

Finally, Star asked hesitantly, “Uhh, so should we go and let you guys talk or...” She pointed behind her, looking between father and son.

“We don't want you to feel like we are intruding on you or anything,” Bearicorn sheepishly added and Buff Frog instantly waved the comment off.

“You are not intruding. You are welcome to stay, if Marco fine with it,” the Russian frog said. He looked down at his son, waiting to hear his response.

“No it's fine, guys, you can stay,” Marco replied, giving them a reassuring grin and Buff Frog smiled. He had been sure that's how his child would respond.

“Are you sure?” Jackie asked, a bit skeptically.

“Of course,” Marco said, nodding his head. “You guys are my family, too. You all deserve to be here.”

The others all smiled at the comment, before all taking seats in the shade, gathering around the two. Once everyone was settled they all turned to the frog, waiting silently to hear the story. But Buff Frog's gaze was once again on Marco, as he asked him softly, “So what do you want to know, Marco?”

“Everything!” Marco responded instantly, his voice an excited shout. “Tell me everything you can about them!”

Buff Frog laughed at his son's eagerness, before repeating, “Everything? That might take a while.”

“I don't care, I want to know everything I can about them,” Marco replied.

“Well in that case...” Buff Frog said softly, as he paused for a moment, lost deep in thought, trying to think of where to even begin, every moment agony to Marco as he waited with held breath. Finally, after a moment, the lead Monster opened his mouth and began, Marco hanging on every word, as the story of his family unfolded before him.

“Many years ago, there lived young Mewman woman and human man...”

…

Rafael Diaz was 25 years old the day he first met Angela. It was his first time on Mewni, first time on any dimension other than Earth actually and he didn't know what to expect going there. His work had brought him, he was a builder, helping to make beautiful homes for the people on Earth. But when he had been hired for a job on the closely allied dimension, he had been skeptical, not sure what he would be getting himself into.

But, upon arrival to the rustic and enchanted dimension, he quickly fell in love with Mewni's unique beauty. He could see why the dimension was so frequently talked about back on Earth, it was quite a sight to see. The landscape was draped in beautiful colors that were not even known on Earth with lush and mysterious flora of which Rafael could only guess the nature or purpose of, the small towns and villages looked like something out of a fairytale and the sky above was the most glorious shade of pink he had ever seen.

To say Rafael was in awe of the world was an understatement, it was enough to make him wish he hadn't given up on his career as a painter in favor of a more stable job. He wandered through the village of the Butterfly Kingdom with a look of wonderment, his jaw dropped open as he gawked at every sight the world had to offer.

But it was the sight that came next that changed his world forever, that caused his heart to stop beating and his mind to come to a screeching and shattering halt, leaving him frozen in his tracks as he stared at the beautiful sight before him. Because it was at that very moment he saw 'her' for the first time. She was sitting in a small garden that surrounded a large building in the town, her hands were digging underneath the fragile ground, as she seemed to be struggling to remove a small red flower from its roots. Her face was contorted as she focused on the miniscule task and her face was smeared with dirt and mud, but to the man she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in all his days.

She had gorgeous auburn hair that flowed down her back, the puffy and curly hair contained only by a pink ponytail. Her skin was fair, causing her strikingly green eyes to be more prominent. She wore an orange-long sleeved shirt and an olive green skirt hanging modestly low. At the moment she was wearing a cream colored apron, which was caked with mud, but it helped to compliment her features nicely, causing the man to flush all the more. She wore, oddly enough, brown sandals, quite  a strange choice for what she was doing, but Rafael felt it gave her a quirky charm. She was biting her lip in the cutest way, her lips an unbelievably bright shade of red.

But, most breathtaking of all were the symbols on her cheeks. They were a pair of light pink flowers, which glowed brightly in the sunlight. He didn't recognize what flower they were, but they looked quite cute gracing her cheeks. He had seen his fair share of the unique looking marks that were common of Mewmans, but he had never seen any as charming as the one on this beautiful woman's face.

Finally, she seemed to win her battle against the plant as she pulled it free from the soft ground, setting to gently down in a small pot. She sighed, wiping some sweat off her brow with her arm, but suddenly seemed to realize she wasn't alone, as she turned in Rafael's direction.

Her green eyes widened as she looked to the man who had been staring at her for the last several minutes, her heart skipping a beat and her cheeks flushing some in embarrassment, causing her cheek marks to light up pink, well a brighter shade of pink. But once she overcame her shock, she found herself studying the man, looking him over and finding herself strangely attracted to him.

He had short brown hair and tanned skin. His cheeks lacked any markings so Angela knew he had to be human. He stood tall, with broad shoulders that looked so strong and manly that it made Angela feel faint. He had a light yellow shirt with dark yellow and white patterns running down the middle, the top partially opened, exposing the large muscles that no doubt lay beneath, which caused Angela's blush to worsen even more. She found her eyes pausing on that spot a bit too long, before forcing herself to study him further. He wore dark gray pants and yellow shoes. Overall, he gave off an air of masculinity that could not be ignored. Though, his brown eyes showed a passionate and caring heart that lay beneath all his toned muscles.

Finally, after several more minutes of awkward gawking, Rafael cleared his throat, saying in the strongest voice he could, really not wanting it to crack in front of the pretty woman. “Hello there,” he said, raising his hand in greeting and giving her a wide (but hopefully not creepy) smile.

Angela gave him a soft smile back, waving at him with one of her dirt-stained hands, her cheeks continuing to flush, as she greeted shyly, “Hi.”

They both paused, not sure what to say now, but surprisingly Angela recovered first, as she moved a stray hair behind her ear, asking him softly, “Did you come to buy a flower?”

“Oh, uhh,” Rafael said, before looking up at the building again, realizing now that it was a flower shop. “Yes!” he blurted out far too fast, before clearing his throat and saying much slower, “Y-Yes, I would love a flower.”

The woman nodded, giving him a business-like smile, gesturing to the front door. “Well then, why don't you come in and look around,” she said, her tone warm and inviting.

Rafael obeyed, following her inside, the woman quickly setting down the flower pot on one of the shelves within. Rafael did a quick survey of the inside of the shop, the whole place filled with flowers and plants of all shapes and colors, some Rafael had never even seen before. A sweet smell drifted to his nose and he couldn't help but breath it in, the aroma intoxicating. He wondered which flower it was from or if it was a combination of all of them being in the same, small space for long periods of time that was creating the delectable scent.  

While Rafeal was busy with that, Angela quickly washed her hands free of the caked on dirt and then wiping them on her apron as she approached her customer again. “So,” she said, gaining his attention back to her, as she shyly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. It seemed her hair fell into her face a lot. “Do you know what kind of flower you want?” Angela asked, trying not to get distracted by how mind-numbingly handsome the man in front of her was or the fact that his caramel colored eyes were focused on her and only her.

“Uh, no, I'm not really sure,” he said, uncertainly.

“Well that's no problem,” the young woman replied, sweetly and Rafael felt like he was melting from her stunning smile. “There are lots of flowers to choose from. How about I show you some of our best sellers?”

Rafael nodded numbly, suddenly lacking the capability of speaking, as he followed the woman over to a cream colored flower, its petals looking like pearls. “This one called the Moontide Tip, it's one of our rarest flowers, because the conditions to grow them have to be very precise.”

“Oh, it's beautiful!” he said in admiration. “Was this grown on Mewni?”

“Of course. All of our flowers are grown here,” the woman said proudly. “This particular one is found along the coastlines of Mewni's lakes and beaches and only glows in moonlight. At night, it glows a pale pink. It's quite exquisite, isn't it?”

Rafael nodded again, but he froze as he noticed the price tag on the pretty flowers pot. “And expensive. Do you have anything else?”

“Yes, of course,” Angela said, moving over to a different flower, Rafael following her. She stopped by what looked like an ordinary bouquet of roses, all of them just a regular blood red color, nothing magical or different about these.

“Roses?” Rafael observed, studying them closely.

“Oh, you know them,” Angela said in surprise.

“Of course, they are very common on Earth,” Rafael explained, feeling a swell of pride in his chest, the woman looking quite impressed with his knowledge of the flower.

“Oh, so you are from Earth,” Angela said, excitedly. “I guessed as much,” she added, hoping it didn't make her sound creepy or stalkery.

“Yes,” Rafael said, not seeming to notice. “This is my first time here, actually. To any other dimension, really.”

“Oh, well what brings you here?” she asked.

“Business, mostly,” Rafael explained.

“Are you planning on staying long?” she asked, surprising herself as the question just popped out. She was also startled by how excited the question was, even as it left her lips.

“Only for a few weeks, I'm afraid. Just until my job is done,” Rafael responded, also surprised by how sad his voice sounded just then.

“Oh,” Angela said, trying to keep the disappointment out of her voice. She forced herself to sound cheerful as she added, “I've always wanted to go to Earth, myself, actually. I hear it's a beautiful, lovely place!”

“Well, to be honest, I don't think anything back on Earth could even begin to compare to what this dimension has to offer,” Rafael admitted, with an awkward chuckle, rubbing at his neck. “Everything here is...” Rafael couldn't stop himself, as his gaze landed on Angela, lingering on her pretty face as he breathed the last words. “..quite beautiful.”

Angela felt her cheeks flush, but quickly cleared her throat, turning back to the flower in front of her. “So anyways,” she said, trying to regain her business-like tone, but unable to quite keep the squeak out of her voice. “These aren't ordinary Earth roses. These are called 'burning roses'.”

“Why do they call them that?” Rafael asked, but no sooner had the question left his throat, then he got his answer, as the vase full of flowers all lit themselves on fire, small flames flowing around the crimson roses. He screamed in shock, taking an instinctual step away from the roses and stumbling over a pile of discarded flower pots nearly falling onto another plant, which looked like a giant version of a venus flytrap, its vegetated jaws opened wide as it awaited its prey. Angela reached out a hand and grabbed the man's arm, ignoring the thick muscles she felt, before pulling him away from the deadly flower, the man panting breathlessly for a moment.

“Are you okay?” Angela asked, keeping a firm hold of his arm.

“Yes, I'm fine,” Rafael said, once he caught his breath again, though he could still feel his heart in his throat. Once she was sure the man was okay, she released her grasp, trying to not be disappointed in having to do so.

“I am so sorry!” Angela apologized, her green eyes wide with fear and guilt, kicking herself for nearly killing one of her customers and losing a possible sell. “I'm sure you probably want to leave now, I'm sorry for wasting your time-”

“No it's fine,” Rafael said, giving her the most comforting smile he could despite the adrenaline still pumping through his veins. Angela just froze, looking at him in shock. “I still would like a flower...” Rafael hesitated before adding a bit timidly, “...preferably one from you.”

Angela was silent for a moment, unsure what to say. To be honest, she hadn't expected him to continue trying to buy a flower from her. In fact, she had been expecting him to run out of her shop in an attempt to get as far away from her as possible.

“That is, if you still want me to,” Rafael continued, his caramel colored eyes cutting deep into her soul and doing strange and wonderful things to her heart, as it seemed to be refusing to beat in its proper rhythm. Finally, after a long moment of staring, Angela smiled at him and Rafael couldn't help but feel his world had just become a bit brighter from the act.

“Yes, of course,” Angela said, the relief  in her voice unmistakable and Rafael felt great knowing he had cheered her up. “So which flower would you like to see now?” Angela asked, quickly looking around for the best and brightest (and least dangerous) flower she had, in hopes it could appease her customer, combing through the shelves in search of the perfect one.“We have so many kinds, after all. And not all of them are so... um, intense as the last ones.” Rafael held back a chuckle as the woman began rambling to herself, as she searched. “Let's see I think we have a Sparkling Snapdragon in here somewhere. Oh, but I do think those have a tendency to actually snap at people. Umm, what else? Well, we just ran out of the Unicorn's Breath and we won't be getting another supply from the Cloud Kingdom until next week. Uhhh, how about-”

“Which do you like best?” Angela looked up from her work, turning to her handsome customer with surprise and confusion in her wide green eyes.

“Huh?” she asked.

“Uh, the flowers,” Rafael repeated himself. “Which one is your favorite?”

“My favorite?” she asked, checking to see if she had heard him right, putting a hand to her chest as one of her eyebrows raising up in the cutest way...

Rafael felt his heart skip a beat at the adorable look and had to suck in a breath before he was able to speak properly again.“Yes, you do seem to know a lot about flowers and I can tell you truly love them,” Rafael explained.

“Oh, well I, uh...” Angela began, rising to her feet again, not sure how to respond to that. No one had ever asked her that before and she wasn't sure if she wanted to tell this random stranger something so personal. But she froze, as she eyed the man in front of her for a moment, his relaxed, curious smile making her feel at ease and even trusting of the man in a way she had never felt before toward anyone. And there was something about the way he stared at her, watching her intently with those beautiful caramel colored eyes as if he was staring at the most interesting sight in the world. She felt like he understood her, despite the fact she hadn't even told him her name yet and so without even realizing it, she found herself saying, “Crimson Lilies. My favorite are Crimson Lilies.”

“Crimson Lilies?” Rafael repeated, breathing the word out in wonderment.

“Yes, I mean, they aren't the most flashy or fancy of any of the flowers for sure, but I like them,” Angela said, rather nervously, as she bent to down to retreive the pot that was hidden under the counter. “They don't actually sell that well, though, because they're so plain looking. Most people want something more fancy and beautiful.” Finally, she hesitantly brought the pot into view and Rafael could instantly see what made her love the flowers so much. It was a fairly small flower, its six petals spread outwards in a beautiful manner, much like other lilies, but this one was a bright red color with yellow tips on each of the petals. It did look quite plain on first glance, but it's vibrant color was attractive to the eye and could easily hold its own on any other plant in the small shop. Plus, there was something nice about how simple the flower was, not trying to be anything impressive or fancy but just a nice, modest flower with an ordinary, but pleasant look.

The whole time, Angela watched him with waited breath, for some reason quite nervous about his reaction to her favorite flower, wanting him so badly to like it, almost needing him to. Why? What did it matter what he thought? He was just another customer, right? So why should it matter if he liked the Crimson Lilies or not. And yet, she still ached to know his answer.

“They are lovely,” he finally said, his gaze finally matching her own and Angela felt herself breath a sigh of relief.

“You really love them?” the Mewman woman asked, almost fearfully.

“Yes,” Rafael said with a nod. “In fact, I would like to buy one.”

Angela smiled, her eyes shimmering with joy and her cheek marks glowing softly, Rafael in awe at the sight, having never seen anything remotely like that before. He had seen a few Mewmans in his life so he was used to the cheek marks, but he had no idea that they could glow like that. “Great! Oh that's fantastic!” she cheered, quickly running to get her sheers so she could remove the flower without damaging it. Rafael just smiled, finding her bright enthusiasm impossible to resist, she had such a nice zest for life and he really appreciated that in a person.

Once Angela returned, she quickly clipped one of the flowers free from its brothers, wrapping the stem in a soft and easy to carry cloth, before handing it to the man. Rafael reached into his pocket to pull out his money and handed it to her. “Thank you for your business,” she said, pleasantly. “Miiissster...” she inquired, Rafael just then realizing that he had yet to tell her his name or asked for hers.

“Oh yes, I'm so sorry. Where are my manners?” he quickly stumbled his way around an apology, before rapidly stating, “It's Diaz. Rafael Diaz.”

“Angela,” the Mewman woman stated, reaching out a hand for him to shake and he happily obliged, as he repeated the name over and over again in his head, finding it perfect for the beautiful woman in front of him. “It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Diaz.”

“Just Rafael, please,” he said, giving her a brain-numbing smile, pulling out of the handshake.

“Well, Rafael, I'm sure whoever that flower is for will love it. She seems like a very lucky woman. ” Despite how much Angela knew it was bad idea, she couldn't quite help herself, as she found herself shamelessly flirting with the man in front of her, her gaze teasing and her lips forming the slightest crease of a smile. She even batted her eyelids a bit needlessly, as her allowed her hand to brush his for just an instant, leaving a tingling sensation in the tips of her fingers.

Rafael picked up on her change in tone and felt his face grow hot, the woman in front of him acting just a little bit more than friendly all of a sudden. And as he felt her fingers brush his own, a shudder rushing up his spine, he knew what the woman was trying to do. He looked down at the flower in his hands for a second, building up the courage for what he was about to do.

“Yes, she certainty is,” Rafael said his tone a bit flirty as well, as he held the flower out to her, offering it back to the woman.

Angela froze, eying the flower in surprise, before her bright green gaze switched to Rafael, his caramel brown eyes holding steady on her face, a deep and powerful emotion hidden behind them, as he just patiently awaited the young woman to take the lily flower. “What are you doing?” she asked, needlessly, her voice just a bit breathless.

“Giving you a flower,” he replied. “It is your favorite, after all.”

“Oh no, I can't accept this,” Angela politely declined, giving his hand a gentle push away from her.

But Rafael was persistent as he grabbed her hand and gently set the bright red flower onto her open palm. “Of course you can,” he said, sounding quite adamant about her taking it. “It's my flower, now, so it's mine to give to whoever I want.”

“But we've only just met,” Angela continued to argue. “I mean, I'm just a stranger to you. Why would you give me anything?”

Rafael shrugged. “I wanted to. Besides, I do feel a bit guilty for wasting your time. The truth is I didn't actually come in here to buy a flower.”

Angela froze at his confession, though she had already guessed as much, it was still quite strange to hear him admit to it. “Then why did you?” she asked, really hoping it was the answer she was thinking.

“So I could meet you,” he said and Angela felt her heart swell, as she was proven correct. A large grin spread across her face and her gaze became soft and loving as she looked at him. She gently squeezed the flower in her grip, as she shyly admitted, “Well, I'm glad you did. Thank you for the flower, Rafael.”

“Your welcome, Angela” he said, before he turned away to leave and Angela felt a wave of panic overwhelm her.

“Wait!” she shouted and the man quickly turned back around to face the beautiful young woman named Angela. She hesitated for a moment, feeling slightly embarrassment for the shout, but she finally asked, “Will you... be coming by again?” She gulped unable to believe she was really asking this. He was still just a stranger, after all. A stranger who had given her a flower, sure, but still a stranger. He was not obligated to return to the tiny shop for any reason and that is exactly what frightened her so much. She really wanted to see him again.

And after Rafael studied her face for a moment, he smiled and said, “Yes, I think I will come by again tomorrow. If you don't mind me wasting more of your time, that is.”

Angela shook her head vigorously. “No, not at all.” She paused before saying, in a sweet, borderline flirting tone, “I'll look forward to your visit, Rafael.”

“Then I will see you then, Angela,” he said back and the young woman felt a shiver run up her spine as he said her name, his voice so gentle and soft when he spoke the word. He treated it like it was the greatest compliment or flirt ever, instead of something as simple as her own name, but it felt so right and genuine hearing it come from him, that it got the exact same effect if he had said the sweetest remark possible.

And just like that, Rafael left, leaving both of the young adults breathless and longing for more, silently awaiting the moment when they would meet again.

…

“So that's how my parents first met?” Marco asked, his voice never losing an ounce of excitement, as his adopted father paused the story.

Buff Frog nodded his heard. “That's how I was told, at least,” he replied.

“Aww, how romantic,” Star gushed from the sidelines, many of the monsters doing the same.

Next to her Janna fake gagged and Jackie smacked her arm. “Oh stop it, you know you found it sweet, too,” Jackie scolded, seeing through her friends charade in a second.

Janna huffed, before crossing her arms in front of her chest. “Okay, maybe it was a little touching,” Janna admitted with a shrug.

“It was like something out of a fairytale,” Marco said, a smile gracing his lips. “Meeting and falling instantly in love.”

“Kinda like someone else we know,” Janna smirked, eying the blond next to her knowingly. Both Star and Marco blushed at that, but said nothing.

Marco coughed to clear his suddenly tight throat as he said, “Well don't stop now, Buff Frog. Keep going.” Though his words were demanding, his tone was quite the opposite, sounding warm and filled with delight, his brown eyes twinkling with anticipation.

Buff Frog just smiled, before obliging his son, continuing where he had left off, once again.

...

Rafael kept true to his word, as the next day he came to visit Angela, as well as the day after that and the day after that. In fact, every day for the next few weeks Rafael followed the exact same routine, he would stop by the small flower shop, talk to Angela for a short while, before buying another Crimson Lily and then immediately giving it to her. And every day, Angela would be overjoyed to see him every time he came in. The two became very close as the days went by, easily and happily opening up to one another, freely talking all about their lives and experiences, as they got to know each other personally. And soon, it seemed as though the two had never been apart, acting like they had been friends all their life, instead of growing up in completely different dimensions with no knowledge of the other's existence.

Both Rafael and Angela couldn't even remember what life had been like before they had met, they both went so perfectly together, fitting so fluidly and easily into their life that it seemed like they were supposed to be a part of it and quite honestly they liked it so much better that way.

So when the day did come for Rafael to return home, his work there complete as he went in for what could be his last visit with Angela, he couldn't bring himself to say goodbye to the beautiful Mewman. In fact, he instead impulsively stated that he was moving to Mewni, permanently. Angela was so overjoyed to hear that the man she was falling for wanted to remain on Mewni with her that, without thinking about it, she pulled him in for a kiss.

Rafael was surprised by the sudden act, but was so overjoyed and lost in her lips that he didn't push her away and instead allowed it to happen. When the two finally did separate, Angela quickly apologizing for acting so irrationally, Rafael surprised her with another gentle kiss, confessing that he had been waiting for that to happen since the moment they met and Angela quickly admitted to wanting the same, before they went it for another breathless kiss.  

The two started dating after that and as time went on, their bond became even stronger and their love continued to grow. Eventually, the two got married, moving into a cozy little cottage on the edge of the Butterfly Kingdom's territory and just bordering on the monster's land. The home had been a wedding gift for Angela from her husband, knowing how much she enjoyed being out in nature and hated the hustle and bustle of city life. Life for the young couple was peaceful, as they lived out the early days of their marriage in love and harmony.

But soon, trouble arose as the monsters caught wind of the young couple who were staying on their land and became outraged by it. The monsters, already so low on rights and oppressed by the Mewmans, found it completely disrespectful that the Diazs would dare to try and claim their land for themselves, taking away the only right granted to them by the unfair Mewmans. They began to threaten the Diazs, claiming they would do mean and terrible things to them if they didn't leave and keeping a group of tough looking monsters almost constantly just in view of the cottage as a constant reminder and warning, trying to scare them into moving away.

But Rafael and Angela didn't budge, as they begged the monsters for the right to live there, explaining to them that they wanted nothing but to live their lives in peace and meant no harm to the monsters. But the monsters were too full of hate, not listening to the young couple's plea. Eventually, the current leader of the monsters caught wind of  the trouble and showed up at their cottage one day, flanked by a large group of intimidating monsters. But before Rafael and Angela could even explain their plight, the leader gave them a chilling ultimatum: if they weren't gone from the monster's territory by early Spring that next year, then the monsters would have no choice but to take matter into their own hands. And then, as quickly and suddenly as he had appeared, he was gone taking his entourage of monsters with him.

Rafaela and Angela were of course frightened by the harsh threat, but felt at a loss of what to do next. They didn't want to leave their home, but the threat from the monsters hung thick in their minds. It was Rafael who came to the decision that they had no choice but to move, not wanting any harm to come to his wife. He proposed that they pack up and return to the Butterfly Kingdom where they would be safe from the monsters until they found a different place to stay. Angela reluctantly agreed.

But unfortunately, they never got the chance.

Winter came and it brought with it a harsh and uncaring cold that swept through the land. It was one of the worst winters Mewni had ever seen, rivaling only that of the very first winter the Mewmans experienced upon arriving to the new world. In fact, it was so cold that even the Underworld Kingdom was said to be freezing over. The world was covered in a blanket of ice and snow, snowdrifts piling higher than some houses, while the landscape was assaulted by a furious and unforgiving blizzard the likes of which no creature on Mewni had experienced in their lifetime. Many believed it to be a curse brought on by the Stump, who had grown furious with peoples lack of belief and decided to punish them for their skepticism. But most simply blamed it on snow dwarfs.

For days on end, the blizzard terrorized the landscape with its harsh, wintery breath, seeming to never slow or end. And as the days stretched on, many began to wonder if the winter storm would ever cease, as every day it only seemed to grow more and more intense.

All this boded very badly for Rafael and Angela Diaz, who found themselves now cut off from the Butterfly Kingdom, leaving them trapped in a cold and barren landscape, with the monster's ultimatum hanging ever thick in their minds. And yet, all they could do was wait and hope the storm ended soon.

A week passed and the blizzard showed no sign of stopping, so Rafael decided to bravely face the storm and try to make his way to the Butterfly Kingdom to get help. After bundling up as much as he could, he began his long and dangerous trek, as blinding snow stung his face and the violent wind tried everything in its power to knock the well-built man down. Still, Rafael pushed forward, reminding himself of what was at stake, keeping his thoughts on his lovely wife to help keep him going. Rafael had no idea how far he had traveled, nor if he was still even heading in the right direction and his resolved weakened. He took a moment to try and decide if he should push on and hope he was going the right way or try and backtrack and see if he needed to go a different direction.

Rafeal was just about to force his freezing muscles forward until suddenly he heard a small voice crying out in the distance, nearly drowned out by the harsh and unforgiving wind. Fearing the worst, Rafeal followed the weak sound, until he found a sad sight, almost hidden in a pile of snow. It was a young monster child laying huddled in the snow, his whole body shaking and shivering as he curled up on himself trying to find any form of warmth in the bitter coldness around him. Rafael felt his heart ache for the child and, forgetting his mission, carefully carried the child back to the house, making sure to hold him as close to his body as he could to help give him warmth. Once he returned home both he and Angela worked to nurse the monster back to health, caring for him to the best of their abilities. They wrapped him in warm blankets (even sacrificing a few of their own to do so), laying him down close to the fire as they spoon fed the shivering little thing spoons of warm and delicious soup, the child too weak to do it himself, as he felt his body slowly warming back up. At first, the child was weary of his saviors, his short few years having taught him of the cruelness of Mewmans, but he quickly overcame his fear as the Diazs love and compassion slowly helped him come around and see Rafael and Angela for the good people they were.

Meanwhile, the storm outside continued to rage, as cold and bitter snow and ice was flung hazardously to the ground, beating against the country home, but the residents within remained safe and warm as they waited out the winter storm. For the monsters, however, things were far from peaceful, they were in constant fear the moment they realized one of their own was missing. Not knowing he was in the safe and capable hands of the Diazs, they worried that the young one's life had been claimed by the blizzard and many had given up hope that one so young could have survived such and ordeal.

And finally, after what felt to Mewni like a lifetime, the storm finally passed, the snow drifts left behind melting as the bright sun returned to shine over the enchanted kingdom once more. As soon as they were able, the monsters went in search of the missing child, led by the monster leader himself as they desperately looked for the young one. They eventually came across the cottage, only to find the boy in the care of the Diazs, much to their shock and outrage. The monsters once again blinded by their hate, believed that they had stolen the young monster to use as a bargaining chip, using the storm to cover up their crime. The leader of the monsters had been ready to sentence them both to death for their supposed treachery, as the truth finally came out who exactly had been staying under the Diazs roof and care all this time. The young monster boy was none other than the leader's only son an future ruler of monster kind. To say Rafael and Angela were in shock upon hearing this was an understatement, but they now feared the worst for themselves, knowing the monsters wouldn't listen to their pleas. But before, the leader could condemn the Diazs the child spoke up for them, telling the monsters how they had saved him from the storm and nursed him back to health.

Of course, the monsters were surprised to hear this, none moreso than their leader, unable to believe Mewmans capable of such kindness. He told them that he owed them a debt of gratitude for saving his son and that they would be spared, much to their gratitude and relief. But the leader wasn't finished yet, as he further declared that from that day forth Rafael and Angela, as well as any who carried the Diaz name, would be forever considered an ally and friend to the monsters and would be protected from harm. And of course, the young couple was allowed to live there for as long as they saw fit.

Rafael and Angela were obviously overjoyed to hear they could stay, but were also slightly humbled to know that they were now thought of so highly in the monster community. And the monsters adhered to the rule, treating the two Mewmans with as much respect as they would their own, their name almost holding a regality amongst their numbers.

But the Diazs didn't let the weight of this new position go to waste. In the years to come they cared for many, many monsters, their home becoming a place of sanctuary that any monster was allowed to visit at any time, to the point that sometimes their small, two-story house would be overflowing with guests of all shapes and sizes, but they didn't mind, enjoying having company and lively energy in their home.

But they didn't stop there. They would also vocally protect the monsters from the Mewmans, jumping to their side on the rare occasion there was an incident between the two races, and even petitioned Butterfly Castle, calling for them to change their laws and give the monsters more rights and freedom, trying desperately to rally any and all Mewmans to their side to no avail. In fact, they were vastly ignored by the majority of Mewmans, though some showed clear distaste for their strange love of monsters. Eventually, it came as no shock, when they were shunned from Mewman society, none daring to associate with them and the Diazs resided themselves to living amongst nature and the monsters. Not that they minded this too much. They had a purpose in life and they intended to give everything they had to fulfilling it, no matter the cost.

…

“Wow, my parents were incredible!” Marco said, as Buff Frog's finished up his tale, absorbing the information. “Saving a monster kid from a blizzard, opening up their home, and fighting for Monster rights even though all the Mewmans thought they were crazy. They really did do a lot to help the monsters out.”

“Da,” Buff Frog agreed. “Your parents were good people.”

“Must be where you get it from, Marco,” Star said, causing Marco to turn to her with a shy grin.

“And to think none of that would have happened if they hadn't saved that kid. Otherwise the Monsters might have just killed them,” Jackie pointed out.

“This is also true,” Buff Frog said. “Is strange how things work out. Bad situation turning into a good one. Your parents made most of what they had.”

Marco nodded his head in agreement for a few seconds, looking deep in thought. “But what happened to that Monster, the one they saved, y'know afterwards?” Marco asked, looking up at his frog father with curiosity in his eyes.

Buff Frog got a soft look on his face, before he said quietly, “He became very close to parents. They were nearest and dearest friends. Over years, he grew to love them as if they were part of family. And they treated him as if he was, too.”

The frog Monster drifted off into silence, not saying a word, his eyes distant and Marco became concerned why his father seemed so sad all of a sudden, sharing a look with his three friends. “Buff Frog?” he questioned, hoping his dad would respond. But after several seconds of silence, he asked, “Did... Did you know him?”

Buff Frog chuckled a bit at that. “Actually, Marco, little monster baby... was me.”

The four teens, as well as Lobster Claws, all gasped at that, blown away by this revelation. The Monsters all turned to Lobster Claws with questioning looks, Beard Deer, asking, “Why are you surprised? We already knew that?”

“Oh yeah, I kinda forgot,” Lobster Claws said, a bit sheepishly, and the Monsters all either face-palmed or shook their heads in disbelief at their fellow Monster's stupidity.

“So wait,” Marco said, drawing everyone's attention back to the situation at hand. “Your dad was the leader of the Monsters back then?”

“Da, my father, Volkoz Bulgolyubov, was ruler of Monster kind, as was his father before him and his father before him. The Bulgolyubov's had been ruling the Monsters for countless generations. I was set to take his place, until...” Buff Frog's voice drifted off and Marco felt his heart clench, knowing what came next.

“Toffee,” Marco mumbled under his breath, the very name sending a chill down his spine.

“Da,” Buff Frog said sadly. He took a deep breath, before continuing much stronger, “He was right hand Monster to my father after old one retired. He came recommended, but he and my father didn't get along. He insisted we fight Mewmans and take land back, but my father didn't agree. I very suspicious of Toffee, but not much I could do to stop him. I suspected that he and another Monster, Ludo, were plotting something bad, but I had no proof of such things.”

Buff Frog paused for a moment, seeming to find the strength to continue, Marco able to tell that this was hard for his father to talk about. “Dad, it's okay,” Marco said, putting a comforting hand on his adopted father's beefed up arm. “You don't have to-”

“No, no, Marco,” Buff Frog insisted, shaking his head, as if to free himself from the sadness and grief that consumed him. “You need to know full story.” Though Marco could tell Buff Frog was still choked up with it, Marco nodded, pulling closer to his dad and leaning his head against his muscular chest. Buff Frog smiled at the comforting action, running a claw softly though his son's hair, as he continued his story. “One night, my worst fear was confirmed. I was away on mission when I got word that my father was found dead in bedchambers. I rushed home, only to find that he had passed away in sleep.”

“What happened?” Star asked.

Buff Frog looked up at her for a moment, with a startling depressed gaze. “Nobody knew. Most believed it to be caused by heart attack.” Buff Frog stopped stroking his son's head as his claw clenched into a tight fist. “But I never believed it, my father was healthy and very cautious. He took great care in protecting himself and me. Always told me to be careful, even built secret passages into castle, in case of emergency.”

“Well that explains how you knew about them when we went to rescue Marco,” Janna pointed out.

“Da, though I didn't expect Toffee to know of one,” Buff Frog said.

“So then, if your dad died, wouldn't that make you the new leader, not Toffee?” Jackie asked, confused.

“That is what supposed to happen,” Buff Frog answered. “But to my surprise, Toffee was claiming himself new leader. He told Monsters that he could help bring new peace and free them from Mewman rule. Sadly, my kind bought into his lies.”

The other Monsters hung their heads in shame, feeling guilty for believing Toffee's lies for as long as they did, knowing they had been a part of the problem.

“Why didn't you just challenge him?” Star asked. “The position was rightfully yours after all, wouldn't the Monsters have followed you if you had?”

Now it was Buff Frog's turn to look guilty. “I suppose it would have helped, but Toffee was very clever and cunning. Any attempt I made to take position back, he would easily counter. But now I see I just didn't try hard enough. You must understand, friends, I was very young at time and still grieving death of father. I was new to ruling and didn't think I had what it took to beat Toffee and in way wasn't sure if I would make good leader.” He said it more like an apology than a statement.

“Still it was hard to watch in silence as Toffee took my father's place,” Buff Frog continued. “He gave me position as right hand Monster, though I know it more out of show of power than anything else. As time went on, I began to see hatred Toffee was stirring up in Monsters and knew it wouldn't be long before war began. That is when I began to fear for your parents.”

Marco's eyes glazed over with pain, as they slowly dropped to the floor, every word now feeling like a stab to the gut. “Though father's decree to protect them still stood and must be honored, I knew Toffee hated them deeply. They were symbol of peace to Monsters and if they died, Toffee could spread words of hate much easier. It would be risk on his part, but if he could find way around it, I knew lizard wouldn't pass up on opportunity.

“So I urged parents to flee from Mewni, back to Earth, where they would be safe, but they wouldn't go.”

“Why didn't they?!” Marco asked in nearly a shout, his voice tight with emotion. “Then they would have been safe!”

“Because that is when they found out your mother was pregnant with you,” Buff Frog explained. Marco felt tears beginning to well up in his eyes as his father continued. “Traveling through dimensions with unborn child could cause complications and they didn't dare risk harming you.” Marco felt his throat close up, a lump permanently implanted there. “They were not welcomed by Mewmans, so I had no choice but to keep your existence secret, until you born and old enough to travel through portal.”

Marco looked up for a second, his eyes locking with Star, as he noticed her worried gaze lingering on him. He knew from the look in her stunning pupils that she could tell how deeply this was hurting him, wondering for a moment, if she could feel what he was feeling like they had at the ball.

“ I did everything in power to keep lizard and rest of Monsters from discovering truth about you. I feared worst if Toffee discovered your parents had heir and worked tirelessly to keep old friend's safe.”

Marco couldn't take anymore, as he suddenly burst out, “So it's my fault!” Marco sobbed, allowing the tears to flow free, as he buried his head in his hands, his voice quivering with every word. “I-I'm the reason my parents are-are-”

“No!” Buff Frog interrupted, his voice firm but with a comforting undertone, as he pulled the boy onto his lap and wrapped his arms around him in a tight embrace. “No, do not think for one second that you are cause. Your parents loved you so much that they would protect you with life.”

Buff Frog just held the boy close for a minute, softly shushing him, until the boy's gasped breaths and sobs died down and he gained control over himself again. He looked over to see Star now beside them, gently running a hand through the boy's hair, sympathy and unshed tears shining in her eyes, hating to see her boyfriend so upset.

“You parents wanted you so badly, Marco,” Buff Frog continued. “All they had ever wanted was child and the day you came into world, was happiest I had ever seen them.”

Marco sniffed, saying softly, “You were there?”

Buff Frog smiled down at his adopted child, “Yes, yes Marco, I was there that day. And it is memory I carry with me always.” He rubbed his son back, lovingly, as the memory poured over him, recalling the memory aloud, recounting it as if he were there once again, that fateful day.

…

Buff Frog was anxious, not sure why he was there anymore. He was no help to anyone, just standing numbly and confusedly in the corner as Rafael and the two Mewman nurse maids ran around in a panicked blur, caring to the pregnant woman's every need, trying to quickly and efficiently help the delivery go smoothly. He had been honored when his old friends had asked him to be present for the birth, at first, but now he found himself in way over his head and in the most awkward position he could ever find himself in. In fact, he was starting to wish he had declined their offer, as he had been listening to his dear friend Angela's screams for the past 37 hours now. He honestly didn't know how she had a voice left after loudly shouting at the top of her lungs for so long.

But he knew the real reason he had agreed. He needed to be there, to make sure the two of them (soon to be three of them) were kept safe. Ever since Toffee had come into power and had been making threats against the Mewmans, Buff Frog had feared for his two closest friends. It was all talk for now, no Mewman luckily harmed yet by the lizard's dark promises, but he knew that could change very soon. The other monsters were starting to rally behind their new leader, though still a bit unsure of his methods, and his poisonous words were beginning to seep their way into their minds, wrapping around their brains and giving them a new fire and purpose. They were all so tired of oppression that Buff Frog was sure many of them wouldn't hesitate to do whatever the lizard asked if it meant freeing themselves from their miserable lives.

Which is why, Buff Frog still didn't understand why his old friends hadn't headed his warning when he had told them that they would be a target of Toffee. They knew Toffee was dangerous, the few times they had tried to vocalize in the Mewman's defense in his presence since his reign began, Toffee's normally calm exterior had cracked, reveling a far more malicious creature within as his sinister glare had frozen on them, the look sending chills deep into their very core as they felt his dark intentions from even a distance away. But, they had refused to leave, wanting to stay and wait till their child was old enough and strong enough for travel, much to Buff Frog's exasperation.

He knew having a child was important to them, but if they were killed before that happened then what good would that do them. Weren't their lives worth the risk? Wasn't their child's safety more guaranteed back on Rafael's homeworld? At the moment, he couldn't think of a dimension more dangerous for the Diaz's now than this world and that included a dimension that regularly rained toxic acid from the sky.

Plus, he knew Rafael and Angie. His old friends were immensely stubborn. He had no doubt that a part of them didn't want to run from all they had worked toward. They had spent years fighting for peace in Mewni and he knew it had to be hard for them to give up on that dream just because of one monster. He knew how hard it had been for him to accept defeat, but this was the world they lived in now. All that mattered was that his friends were safe. And Rafael and Angela were the only things resembling family he really had left.

A high-pitched cry pulled Buff Frog from his thoughts. It seemed that while he was lost in his daydreams, the birth had concluded, as the nursemaids wrapped a screaming thing in blankets, Angela laying against her pillows with exhaustion etched into her features, sweat glistening from her forehead. “There now, Angie,” one of the nursemaids said softly, as she looked down at the tired mother. “You have yourself one beautiful, healthy boy.”

“Oh my, honey, did you hear that?” Rafael said, from beside his wife. He lifted her hand and placed a tender kiss upon it. “A boy, just like we wanted.”

“A boy,” Angela whispered wistfully, though her voice was still strained with exhaustion. Her eyes were half-lidded as if she were fighting sleep, her every breath panted.

Then all at once, Angela's fatigue was forgotten, as the smiling nursemaid handed the bundle to his eager mom, Angela looking into the face of her child for the first time. It was love at first sight, as the child's crying slowly ceased as he looked up into the green loving gaze of his mother. There were tears laced in Angela's eyes as she smiled down at her baby, Buff Frog practically able to feel the love and joy coming off of the new mom, as she gently rocked her son in her arms. “Hello, baby,” she said down to him, her tone soothing and soft.

Rafael, moved so that he was able to see his son, as well, putting a loving and comforting arm around his wife. The new father stared at his son for about five seconds, before tears rose to his own eyes, not ever caring as they flowed freely down his face. “He's beautiful,” the man said, to no one in particular, his voice so strained with emotion that it sounded like it almost hurt him to be this overwhelmingly happy.

“He has your eyes,” Angie said, never taking her eyes off of the child for a single second, gently reaching into the swaddling cloth to presumably run a hand on his smooth cheek.  

“And he had your smile,” Rafael added, leaning his head against his wife's.

“What shall we call him?” Angela asked.

Rafael thought for a moment, before answering. “Marco,” he finally said, as his eyes took in every feature of his new baby's face.

“Marco Diaz,” Angela repeated, trying out the name. She hummed thoughtfully for a second before saying, “Yes, I think that's perfect.”

Buff Frog sniffed, wiping a tear out of his eye, finding the moment touching and sweet. He turned to leave wanting to give the new parents their privacy, but was stopped as a voice called out to him. “Buff Frog?” Angela said, the frog turning back to his old friend. She gave him a soft smile, looking away from her child for the first time, as she asked kindly, “Would you like to hold him?”

Buff Frog was taken aback by the offer, visibly freezing up in front of his friends, who just continued to cast smiles his way. “I-I, uh,” he stuttered, unsure how to answer. He was just there to make sure things went smoothly, he hadn't actually expected to take part in any of it. “No, no, don't want to intrude on moment,” he finally said, declining their offer in the most humble way he could.

“Nonsense,” Rafael said, waving the frog's hesitancy away. “You aren't intruding, you're part of this family, too. And Marco's godfather.”

“Wait, I am,” Buff Frog said in shock. This was the first he was hearing of this.

“Well, of course you are, Buff Frog,” Angie said sweetly. “That is, if you want to be.”

Buff Frog pounded a fist against his chest. “Would be great honor,” he said, proudly.

Angela and Rafael shared a look. “Then come over here and hold your godchild,” Angela pushed. Buff Frog approached hesitantly, almost fearfully, as he creeped closer to the new mom. She held out the baby in waiting, as the frog gingerly took the child from her, moving slowly and carefully, afraid if he didn't the child might break in his muscular arms.

Angela noticed this and told him reassuringly, “Oh, Buff Frog you don't have to be so tense, you aren't hurting him.”

This didn't ease Buff Frog's worries any, as he still held the newborn awkwardly in his arms, giving a pleading look to the couple. Rafael thankfully jumped to his rescue, stepping around the bed and showing Buff Frog how to properly hold the child, the amphibian looking far more relaxed once he had.

Finally, the frog looked down at the child of his oldest friend's and his body froze up once more. “Buff Frog, is something wrong?” Angela asked, worriedly, seeing her monster companion tensing up. But Buff Frog's throat was too tight to respond, as he swallowed back the lump that was slowly building. Time seemed to come to a stand still as he took in the small face staring back at him. Two perfectly beautiful brown eyes, so full of life and innocence stared at him, curiously examining the monster holding him with no fear. Small strands of soft looking brown hair framed a tanned face, a small little mole dotted just below his left eye making him look too cute for words. A soft smile lit up Marco's face and he giggled at seemingly nothing, the very sound melting Buff Frog's heart. And last but not least, were the two stunning suns glowing bright red on his cheeks, which only burned with more intensity when he laughed.

“Buff Frog?” Angela tried again, wanting to make sure her friend was okay, but Buff Frog barely heard her, still dazzled by the small, little thing currently held in his arms. Buff Frog had never seen anything more beautiful and pure in all his life and he couldn't help himself as he found his eyes welling up with tears. “No,” Buff Frog finally replied to Angela, once he got his voice back again, though it was soft and low. “Everything is fine.”

Angela gave him a soft smile, as she watched her friend, holding the baby close to him, as if trying to show his love and protectiveness toward the child already. Buff Frog just couldn't believe how incredible this was, here he stood, holding a brand new life, a miracle in every meaning of the word. Marco was just so tiny and delicate, looking so helpless in Buff Frog's beefed up arms, and at that very moment the frog swore that he would protect this baby, that no harm would ever befall the child on his watch.

Just like Marco's parents, Buff Frog had fallen in love with this child, instantly. And he knew his life would never be the same again. And he welcomed the future with open arms.

After another moment, Buff Frog handed the baby back to his parents, allowing them to admire and fuss over their infant, as they continued to soak in the new life they had helped create. They both held the baby close to them, staring down at his soft, little face with unparalleled love.

Despite the darkness that was beginning to slowly spread across the dimension of Mewni, for one family at least, the sun seemed to shine a little brighter that day, for that was the day that Marco Ubaldo Diaz, son of Rafael and Angela Diaz, half-human, half-Mewman child, was brought into this world.

…

“So you see Marco, parents loved you moment they laid eyes on you, as did I,” Buff Frog finished, giving his son a reassuring squeeze. Marco was wiped his eyes free of the tears that had started flowing half-way through the story. Only this time his tears weren't of regret or guilt, but instead of joy. His parents had loved him, they had really, truly loved him. Enough to risk their lives for his own sake.

But there was another emotion he felt, hidden behind all the others, one that caused a lump to implant itself deep in his throat and his heart to ache. Loss. He had felt this emotion before, most notably when Toffee had first told him of his parent's true fate, but this time it felt even stronger if that was possible. Because now he knew just how much his parents had cared for him and now he would never truly experience it. He would never feel the warmth of their hugs or know their smiles, he would never hear their voices as they told him how much they loved him. No, he would never know what any of that felt like, because it was stolen away from him by Toffee, the cruel lizard killing any chance he had of a life with his birth family.

“And then-then Toffee killed them, right?” Marco said, once he had gained enough of his voice to speak, though the lump that continued to choke him. His body shuddered as he said the name, trying not to imagine his families last moments as they died to the cruel hands of the heartless Monster.

Buff Frog gave his son a sad look. “Da,” was all he could make himself say.

“And you know what happened? That night...” Marco asked after a moment.

“Da, but...” Buff Frog said hesitantly, looking deep into the hurt in his son's brown orbs.

Star put a hand on Marco's shoulder. “Marco, you don't have to push yourself,” she said with concern. “There's no shame in wanting to wait. It's okay if you aren't ready.”

Marco considered her words. He took in a shaky breath trying to steal his nerve. He had to know, no matter how painful it would be, he had to see this story all the way through. He had to know what had happened that dreaded night.

Finally, Marco shook his head, saying as firmly as he could, “No, I want to know the rest.” His voice faltered a little, but everyone could hear the resolve in his shaky tone.

Buff Frog sighed. “Very well.”

…

Buff Frog slammed the door to the Diaz's house open, not even bothering to knock, thus startling the residents within. “Buff Frog?” Rafael said in surprise, rising from his seat on his comfy sofa. But he instantly grew concerned when he saw the fear in his old friend's eyes, the monster panting heavily in front of him, looking on the verge of collapsing. “What's wrong?” he asked, as the gasping Buff Frog shuffled into the house, closing the door behind him and locking it firmly.

“Toffee is coming!” Buff Frog said, as he turned back around, his voice still slightly breathless, but the seriousness in his winded accent sent chills down Rafael's spine.

“Really, are you sure?” Rafael asked, as Buff Frog moved to look out the curtains, which raised even greater concern in Rafael, which wasn't stilled any as Buff Frog breathed a breath of relief, letting him know they were safe for the moment. He was acting as if he expected the lizard to already be there, how much time did they have?

“Da, positive. Though it seems I beat him here,” Buff Frog said, his tone grave.

Well at least that answers that, Rafael thought, though now he could see just how perilous a situation they were in. The two heard creaking above them and they turned to see Angela coming down the stairs, a look of confusion on her face.

She had just been putting Marco to bed, when she had heard the door slam. She had been fearful it would wake Marco, but to her relief the boy slept on, his face peaceful as he was lost to a world of innocent dreams. She had quickly left the room to go see what had caused the disturbance only to spot her husband and Buff Frog. Though it seemed it wasn't a pleasant visit, as the two hovered close to the door, whispering worriedly to each other, the look of fear on their faces setting off red flags in Angie's mind.

When they turned to her, she looked between the two for a moment before asking, “What's going on?”

“Toffee is on way,” Buff Frog quickly explained and Angela felt her heart stop, putting a hand to her mouth as her eyes widened in fear.

“No,” she murmured in disbelief.

“How do you know this?” Rafael asked, as he put a comforting arm around his wife, trying vainly to still her fears.

“Saw him sneaking out of castle,” Buff Frog explained. “I caught a glimpse of his eyes and saw murder in them.”

“But you don't know that that means he will come here,” Rafael weakly argued, trying to cling to some kind of hope that they would be spared Toffee's wrath.

Buff Frog shook his head, before saying darkly, “He will come. You are biggest threat to his plans.”

“But I thought you said Toffee wouldn't attack us without risking the monsters turning against him,” Angela pointed out.

“Toffee is crafty. He will find way to cover tracks, I have no doubt,” Buff Frog replied. Rafael and Angela looked at each other helplessly. They had known that this day would come, hoping to stall long enough till they could leave, but it seemed their time had finally run out. “You must hurry and leave, could be here at any moment,” Buff Frog told them, urgency in his tone.

“Oh, Rafael, what do we do about Marco?” Angela asked, clutching her husband's hands tightly, fear for her son causing her to almost break down in panic. “He's still too young to go through dimensional portals.”

“We will just have to move him somewhere safe on Mewni, for now,” Rafael said, giving his wife's hand a reassuring squeeze.

“I have safe place for you all. It will hide you from Toffee for a while,” Buff Frog reassured them. And it was true, he had spent months trying to find such a location in just such an emergency, though he had hoped he wouldn't have to use it. It was in the middle of a filthy swamp, one that was almost deserted, even the locals staying clear of the area. There was apparently some kind of rumor going around about some kind of beast living within the bog and that was enough to scare off any trespassers from going there. It would be safe, the amphibian knew it was the last place Toffee would think to look, but he had hesitated taking them there. As safe as the bog was, it was hardly a place for an infant, especially one as young as Marco.

But now it seemed they had no choice, the monster hardening his resolve as he made his decision. He would protect the Diazs with his life if he had to. He turned back to the window, drawing the curtains partially back, as he said to his friends, “I will stand guard while you make preparations, then I take you to safe place-”

“No.” Buff Frog froze at the firm voice he heard from the normally sweet Angela, turning around to face the young woman in confusion. Her green eyes held a level of fire in them which he had never seen before. “You take Marco to safety, we'll stay here and hold off  Toffee as long as we can.”

Buff Frog felt his heart stop at the crazy idea, as he loudly argued, “What, no?! I get you all out of here!”

“There isn't time,” Rafael said, a finality to his tone that caused Buff Frog to shiver. “You must get Marco away, before Toffee arrives. He cannot know about him.”

“But you will die!” Buff Frog shouted, fear clenching tightly to his chest. But he saw the stubbornness in his old friend's eyes, they had already made up their mind and nothing was going to change it. Still, Buff Frog had to try. “I will not allow you to throw lives away like this! Think of Marco, do you want him to never know of parents?!” Rafael and Angela flinched at that, but stood firm, much to Buff Frog's dismay.

“We are thinking of Marco,” Rafael argued. “And as much as we don't want to leave him, we will if it means keeping him safe.”

The amphibian was almost in tears at this point. Rafael and Angie were like family to him, he wasn't sure if he could bear losing anyone else to Toffee's dark ambition.

“Please, Buff Frog,” Angie begged, the desperation in her voice shaking the monster's resolve. “You must protect Marco. His life is all that matters.”

For a moment, Buff Frog just stared at the two parents, their eyes filled with love and an unshattering will and his filled with tears and hurt. But he couldn't fight it, he couldn't deny their last request to him. “Very well,” Buff Frog said softly, his voice sounding so weak and vulnerable even to him, like it was on the verge of breaking. The words felt like acid on his tongue, knowing he had just sentenced them to death.

“Thank you,” Angela whispered, sounding so relieved, but that only hurt Buff Frog more. He knew it was there wish but he felt as if he had betrayed them, making him feel as if he had killed them himself.

But there was no time for grief or guilt, as the parents quickly headed upstairs to their son's bedroom, Buff Frog following numbly behind. As the Diazs opened the door, Buff Frog could hear the gentle chime of the boy's mobile, as well as the almost inaudible snores of the child, as he slowly breathed in and out. Rafael and Angela gathered around the boy's crib, looking down at their son with sad eyes, trying so hard not to break down into tears, as they stared at their son's lovely face for what would be the last time.

Seeing him nearly broke both of their resolve, as their thoughts betrayed them, reminded of the future they would never see for their son. They would miss him growing up, never see his first steps or hear him say his first words. They would never see him fall in love or get married. They would never see their grandkids. So many experiences that so many other parents got to see and for a moment they were jealous of all the parents in the world for the things they got to see.

If there was any way for Rafael and Angela to take it back, they would have in a heartbeat. But they couldn't. If Toffee found out about Marco, their son would never be safe, the lizard would never stop hunting him. They had to protect him. They just had to.

Angela gently lifted Marco from his crib holding him close in her arms. Rafael wrapped himself around his wife, holding both her and their child in a tight, protective hug, as he tried  in some way to console his heartbroken wife. The boy didn't wake, cuddling into his parents' warm embrace, not aware that this would be his final moments with the both of them. His warmth was so soothing and soft that it made Angela ache, but she blinked back tears as she whispered into Marco's ear, “Marco. I know you are too young to understand this, but we have to say goodbye now.” Marco, unknowingly shifted in his sleep, his small head burying itself into his mother's neck. “We're going to go away, but we want you to know that everything we did, we did out of love.” Angela's voice cracked and Rafael took over, as his wife struggled to find her voice again.

“And we know you are going to grow up into something so great and wonderful. You are going to change the world my son and we will be proud of whoever you become.” Rafael gently ran a hand through Marco's soft brown hair, tears blinding his vision.

“And just know that we love you, Marco,” Angela continued, her voice barely audible, moving the child so she could place her forehead against his. “And nothing will ever change that. And though it may seem like we are gone, a part of us will be with you. Always.” As Angela whispered this promise, both her and Marco's cheek marks glowed, showing the love and connection of mother and son.

Buff Frog didn't dare to interrupt the moment, just watching the parents sadly, as they held their son for the last time. He felt his heart break as silent tears ran down both of their faces, as they just clung to their child, trying to fill him with a lifetime of love and affection.

Finally, the two pulled out of the hug, Rafael wiping tears from his eyes, as Angela wrapped the baby in a soft, red blanket before approached Buff Frog, the amphibian trying to ignore the broken look in her eyes as she handed him her son. “Take good care of him, Buff Frog,” she said in a strained voice.

“I will,” he said earnestly, trying to reassure the mother that her son was in safe hands. She leaned down and gave her baby a tender kiss on the head, Marco smiling in his sleep. Rafael approached the monster and baby and did the same as his wife, giving him a final parting kiss, running a hand a final time through his hair.

But the moment was interrupted as they heard a crash come from downstairs. “Hurry Buff Frog!” Angela shouted in alarm, pushing the monster deeper into the nursery.

“How will I get out?!” Buff Frog asked, sounding slightly panicked.

“Use the window,” Rafael said, throwing the window to the room open, a rush of cold air sweeping into the room. But the three adults were too distracted by the danger below to care about the sudden drop in temperature, as Angela quickly shouted, “We'll stall Toffee, just get Marco to safety!”

Buff Frog didn't argue as he put one webbed foot onto the tiny windowsill, it was a tight fit, but Buff Frog could just barely make it through, so long as he sucked in his breath. The frog pulled Marco in close to him, before taking one last look back at the Diazs, who clung to each other with sad looks in the their eyes. Buff Frog felt a single tear trail down his cheek, as he mumbled, “Goodbye, my friends.”

With that Buff Frog launched himself out the window and landing safely on the ground below. He pulled Marco away from himself long enough to make sure he was okay, but to his relief the boy slept on. Then, without hesitation, he ran into the woods, getting himself out of view from the house, fearing the lizard might look outside and see him.

Meanwhile, within the once peaceful country home, stood Toffee, looking around the small living room with a disapproving look. The door behind him was ripped off its hinges, showing how he had entered and his arms were crossed behind his back. He stood tall and firm, his jaw set in a tight line. He looked more like he was about to conduct a business meeting rather than assassinate an innocent family.  And somehow this unnerved the Diazs all the more.

Toffee either suddenly sensed their presence or heard a creak from the stairs, as he suddenly whipped his head around to stare at them, his face switching to one of disgust. The two tried not to show fear as they descended the final steps, now only a few feet from the terrifying lizard. “Toffee, what brings you here this late?” Rafael asked, suspicion in his tone.

Toffee smirked, before hiding it behind his emotionless mask once more. “I'm not in the mood for games tonight, Mr. Diaz, so don't even bother to pretend. You know why I'm here,” Toffee said in an almost bored tone.

Angela tensed up at the directness of the monster leader, but kept a brave face as she said, “We mean you no harm. Please just leave us in peace.”

Toffee shook his head. “I'm afraid I can't do that. You two inspire too much resistance in my monsters,” he said simply. Though his tone darkened some as he added, “Besides, I already gave you plenty of opportunities to stay out of my way and yet you refused at every turn.”

This seemed to anger Rafael as he snapped, “That's because you were trying to start a war with our people! To turn the monsters against us! How could we stand by and do nothing!”

Toffee seemed amused by this. “Your people? What a hypocritical thing to say, coming from a lowly Earthling!” Toffee exaggerated the word 'Earthling' as if it were some kind of insult, which only preceded to infuriate his wife.

“Do not insult my husband's upbringing!” Angela yelled at the vile creature, trying to think of the most vulgar insult to shoot back at him. “You- You monster!”

Toffee's eyes seemed to narrow at this, anger on his face for the first time since arriving. “So now you show your true selves don't you?” Toffee hissed. He stalked closer to the woman but she refused to back down, until she was face to face with the lizard. “Tell me, dear Angela, do you know who first came up with that certain term for our species?”

Angela remained silent, as she just continued to glare down the lizard, Rafael watching the uneasy exchange with clear discomfort, fearing his wife's safety. He looked into the fire that was burning behind her stunning green orbs. He couldn't think of a time when she was ever this angry.

“It was the Mewmans,” Toffee continued, when Angela failed to answer. “When they arrived here, stealing our land and attacking us, they called us 'monsters'. Saw us as nothing more than vile, evil creatures. Even our names are an insult and every time that word is spoken it is just further proof of the cruelness of Mewmans.”

Angela's gaze seemed to soften for just a moment. “But that's why we want to change the laws, to give monsters an equal standing with us,” the Mewman woman said, pouring her heart into the speech, some small part of her clinging to the hope that she could convince Toffee to change. “Isn't that what you want?”

Toffee stared at her for a long time, before saying, “No.” He leaned in closer to the woman, a sick, twisted grin spreading across his face. “I want the Mewmans to perish, only then will my race thrive.”

There was terror in Angela's face as she backed away from the monster, Rafael jumping in front of her. “You will not get away with this, Toffee!” Rafael screamed. “If we die then the other monsters will find out and know what you did!”

Toffee looked over to the coffee table, where a lone candle lay, flickering and blinking in its vain attempt to light the dark room. Rafael followed the gaze and felt his heart stop, instantly understanding what the lizard was planning.

“No, I don't think they will,” Toffee said, as he knocked the candle over, the flame catching on the coffee table, lighting the wood up in flames, and quickly spreading across the smooth surface and quickly jumping down the leg, as small patches of flames hissed to the ground.

Rafaela and Angela gasped, as they watched the fire beginning to consume their beautiful home, Toffee turning back to them with another sinister grin, flames flickering in his serpent eyes. “Now then, where were we?”

…

Buff Frog smelt the smoke before he saw the fire. He was heading away from the country house as quickly as he could, trying not to jolt around the sleeping child too much, afraid to wake him, when he caught a whiff of smoke in the air. He turned back in the direction of the country home he had just left and felt his heart stop as he saw the smoke rising into the air. He didn't even hesitate as he turned back around, his feet moving without his consent. The next thing Buff Frog knew he was back at the house, watching as flames filled every inch of the once beautiful home and he felt his heart thumping in his chest. He did a quick survey and saw that Toffee was nowhere in sight. The lizard must have already left, fleeing the scene of the crime, before anyone arrived to help.

Buff Frog stashed Marco into a nearby bush, making sure he was well hidden, before running over to try and help his old friends. His mind was screaming at him to leave, trying to remind him of the promise he had made, but he ignored it, as he desperately searched for any sign of the Diazs, praying that they were somehow still alive. He continued his vain attempts to enter the home, trying to push fallen boards covered in flames out of his way, loudly calling their names, as his body become covered in soot and ash, his breathing heavy and labored. Tears would have covered his cheeks had he not been so close to the fire, the heat drying up any tears the monster shed.

Finally, after several minutes of searching, Buff Frog gave up the search. It was no use. They were gone. They were really gone. And he hadn't been able to save them.  

Suddenly, Buff Frog was pulled from his sad thoughts as he heard a cry off to the side. He walked back over to the bush, his body sagging in defeat and as he parted the bush, he saw a pair of brown eyes staring up at him, filled with bright curiosity. Marco's cries were halted for only a few seconds before they started back up again, the baby screaming his lungs out as he tried to communicate his distress.

Buff Frog shushed the boy, as he lifted him back up into his strong arms. “There, there, Marco. Everything okay. Go back to sleep,” Buff Frog comforted, keeping his voice soft. He began walking away from the house without another thought, rocking the boy in his arms as he tried to sooth the boy back into his dreams.

With some convincing from the monster, the boy's cries died down, as his eyes closed again, and a few moments was sound asleep once again. Buff Frog did his best not to think of what had just occurred, keeping his mind focused only on getting Marco away and to somewhere safe, unaware that a pair of sharp serpent eyes had observed the whole thing and a dark presence was now slowly and silently following along behind him.

…

“And well, you know the rest, Toffee caught up to us before I able to get you to safe place. He forced me to make deal in order to keep you alive, but that meant that we now lived under Toffee's claw,” Buff Frog finished, his voice sounding broken and strained, though there was anger in his tone as he spoke of the deal, his hatred of the lizard far from over, even after his death. Though there was a bit more to it than that.

For a few moments, the entire clearing was dead silent, no one knowing what to say after hearing of the tragic event, all eyes focused on the young hooded boy. Marco's eyes were downcast, his face unreadable, a deep internal contemplation seeming to be going on within. He kept an empty gaze on the half-finished house that was now a reminder of the tragedy that had once taken place there. Beside him, Star was giving him the most comforting look she could, trying to silently reassure the boy that all was okay. If he wasn't still sitting in his father's lap, she would be holding him close to her, trying to shield him from all his troubling thoughts and protect him from the cruel truth he had been told. Instead, all she could do was watch as her boyfriend's adopted father tried to console the boy.

Jackie, taking control of the situation, turned to the others and said, “Let's give them there space, guys. Marco's got a lot to work out.”

Most of the Monsters nodded their heads in agreement, rising from the ground and heading off somewhere to think over what they had been told. Lobster Claws on the other hand, continued to sit and watch until Beard Deer grabbed him by the arm and forcefully dragged him away from the spot, growling, “That means you too.” Janna also rose, watching the three silently, her normally cryptic face filled with sympathy, but for once she didn't argue as she just followed after Jackie and the Monsters leaving the three alone.

Buff Frog watched as the clearing emptied, before returning his attention to Marco, studying him closely as he gently rubbed a hand on his back in a soothing motion, waiting for the boy to make some kind of response. But it seemed Marco had shut down completely, the hooded boy stiff in his arms and his face covered in shadows. It hurt Buff Frog to no end to see him in so much pain, but seeing the life that had drained from the boy's normally vibrant eyes was the worst of it all, Buff Frog feeling his heart shatter at the look, as his regrets consumed him. Finally, it became too much for him to bare as Buff Frog said in guilt-ridden voice, “I'm so sorry, Marco.”

Marco finally looked up at his dad, taking in the almost pleading look in the amphibian's eyes. “I part of blame for what happened.” Marco felt Buff Frog's grip around him tighten as he struggled to contain his emotions. “If I had stood up to Toffee, I could have saved parents, instead I allowed him to take position away and it cost you greatly. I often wonder how thing would have been if had just faced lizard. And then instead of saving parents, I ran away and left them to fate. I should have stayed and fought Toffee off, maybe then, I-”

Buff Frog paused, trying to gain his voice again. “Instead, I made stupid deal with him, I betrayed parents' wishes and you. It is greatest regret.”

Buff Frog didn't dare look at his son as he finished confessing his crimes, fearing the boy would hate him for all he had done. There was a long pause that was heart wrenching to Buff Frog as he awaited the child's reply, feeling torn between impatiently wanting to just get it over with and dreading when it came.

“That wasn't your fault,” Marco finally said, his voice soft. That was not the answer Buff Frog had been expecting, as he looked down at his child and was surprised to find sympathy beneath the boy's sad eyes. “Toffee's to blame for all this, not you. Toffee was crafty and manipulative and whatever he wanted he always got. Besides in the end, you did stop him and you saved me, so isn't that all that matters?”

Buff Frog felt his eyes soften, as Marco smiled up at him. Buff Frog slowly nodded his head, his voice too chocked up for words, before he pulled the boy into a tight hug, Marco finally returning the gesture. “I don't deserve good boy like you,” Buff Frog whispered, his voice cracking.

As the two pulled away, Marco finally rose off of Buff Frog's lap and Star was able to give the boy a comforting hug as well, which Marco gladly accepted. “You okay?” Star asked, unable to hide her concern.

“I will be,” Marco replied, his voice tight as he squeezed the girl tightly, a tear running down his cheek. Star felt something wet hit her shoulder and her heart clenched in sadness, but said nothing.  As she pulled away from him, she studied his grief stricken face, taking in every ounce of sadness that was radiating off of him.

“If you ever need to talk about what happened, you know I'm always here for you,” she reassured and Marco gave her a halfhearted smile.

“Yeah, I know,” he said.

He turned back to his adopted father, giving him a far more cheerful smile, as the sadness began to creep away from his features. “Thanks, Buff Frog, for telling me about my parents. It was... nice to get to here about them,” Marco said, his tone far away as he became consumed by recently resurfaced memories and emotions.

“You are welcome... Marco,” Buff Frog responded, his voice stumbling as he tried to cover the word that had almost slipped. He had been about to call Marco “son” but he didn't feel the word was right to use just now, not after the boy had just discovered the truth of all that had happened to his original parents. Plus, Buff Frog still didn't feel he deserved the title, not when Rafael and Angela would have done a far better job raising their child.

“I just wish... that there was still something left of them, y'know. Something more than a house, which I am glad you're rebuilding and all, but... after all that they did for Mewni and me, it just isn't fair for there to be nothing to show for it,” Marco said, looking almost angry at the idea of his family being robbed of a legacy.

Buff Frog studied the hooded boy for a moment, seeing so much of Rafael and Angela in him that it hurt, his reaction was so reminiscent to them that Buff Frog could almost picture Angela stubbornly crossing her arms as at idea of a Monster being treated unfairly, Rafael giving them one of his shameful stares that could shatter the resolve of just about anyone. Buff Frog saw them in Marco everywhere, the shimmer in his eyes when he was happy an exact replica to Rafael's, his smile too innocent and pure to be anything but Angela's, his uncontainable curiosity, his lust for life, the way he expressed himself so honestly and openly, they were all constant reminders of his old friends. The Monster missed them both greatly, but every time he looked at his child it was like a part of them was still there.

Buff Frog smiled, before saying, “But they are not all gone.”

Marco gave him a confused, but hopeful look. “What do you mean?” he asked.

Buff Frog stood, walking over to the boy, looking down at him as he explained, “But Marco, do you really not realize, you are legacy they left behind. They live on, in you.” He pointed at the boy's heart. “As long as you live life to fullest, then nothing they did was in vain.”

Marco put a hand to his heart as he thought over what Buff Frog had said. He was all that was left of them, the only thing they had left in this world to remind anyone that they had ever existed. He was their legacy, which meant from now on it would be his duty to carry on what they had started. They had wanted peace in Mewni, but they had never gotten to see it. So at that moment, Marco silently vowed to bring equality to Mewni, a new fire driving him forward. This wasn't just about returning the kindness the Monsters had shown him, it was about preserving his families wishes and dreams. He wouldn't allow the Monsters and Mewmans to fight ever again. After all, he was a Diaz, he stood for something more than petty violence. And that gave him a new feeling of pride, knowing that his name meant something.

Marco smiled brightly, holding himself a little higher as he nodded his head, saying, “You're right. Thanks.”

Buff Frog returned the smile as he said, “You are welcome, Marco. You should be proud to be Rafael and Angela's son.”

“I am,” Marco said. Then, out of nowhere, he threw his arms around the frog in another tight hug, as he added sweetly, “And I'm proud to be your son too, dad.”

Buff Frog felt his heart skip a beat, surprised by the boy's kind words. Tears flooded his vision as he returned the hug, holding Rafael's and Angela's beloved gift and his precious child close to him, loving him enough it felt for all three of them.

Star just watched father and son hug quietly, not daring to break up the tender moment, her heart melting at the sweet display. For a split second, Marco's cheek marks changed, switching from glowing red suns into bright pink flowers before changing immediately back, but the three were so chocked up on their own emotions that not a single one of them had even noticed.

[confundida25]

About antman and the wasp  **spoilers**

Thing i like 

Hank Pym ego, like in the movie a former college call him an unsuferable dIva, a power hungry, knowing all and he never made anything that make us believe he is exagerating, and that´s the Hank Pym i love

Janet Van dyme, like everytime she is on screen i cry, she is perfect. 

Luis commedy is the best comedy of all marvel, i don´t remember laugh so much in a marvel movie 

the super power of make things small and big shine in the movie, they change sizes soooo much, the giant ant¡¡ OMG THE GIANT ANTS¡¡ THE TINY LAB! THE TINY CARS!! 

Luis driving the tiny cars and changing size like a boss, give that man a suit 

The hole “family bussines” hope and Hank has a great dinamic, best father-daughter duo 

GIANT ANTSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Scot and Hope, like, you totally buy their kind of romance, specially in the scene in the lab when hope is talking about how hard was to grow without  her parents and how scott just ruin everything betwen them and Scott just apologize and come back to his “I need to be a better dad for my daughter, she is the must important person to me and i would do anything for her” and you could see hope tiny hearth glow like... yea i´m gonna forgive you because despise everything you are a good dad and that really resanote with me because i just to have a crappy father 

YOU DON´T UNDERSTEAND THE ANTSS WERE GIANTIC 

The cuantum realm was really nice 

By the end they be friends with the villain of the movie, is such a small detail but in the t.v show and some comics hank has this big deal about reabilitate criminals and i don´t know... i like it 

Wasp was totally amazing and Scott was her sidesick 

Thing i don´t like/doesnt understeand about antman and the wasp 

We know that Scot have money problems because he was in prision and they make really clear that his bussines with Luis isnt goin well, So how on earth he can afford that freaking house?? a two floor mansion with garden and balconyes??? HOW???? 

OOOOO BUBUUUUUU I MUST PAST TWO YEARS LOCKING IN MY FRREAKING TWO FLOOR MANSION WITH A BATERY AND VIDEOGAMES AND JUNK FOOD, HOT WATER, LAPTOP AND CABLE TV POOR OF ME. 

Like seriusly.... it could be a much more  simpatetic caracther if he remains lock in the crappy apartment he has in the first movie or something alike, because i never feel sorry for him locking in his mansion. 

all the POC are or a bad guy or a comic relief... yes that happend... ITS annoying me a little..... i supose i had to live with that.... 

Janet Van Dyme perfect hair and makeup when they find her, 30 years lost and she look stunning!! Just janet things i guess

The FBI agents are to nice with scott, they never are mean or nothing, no, they just do their jobs and go to his mansion totally normal size house when the alarm sound, he even joke with them and play goffy around, i never felt the threat of the FBI agents, they act like mad teachers no real cops, if the cops come to my house for a federal crime i would be terrified, i don´t wanna said its feel like a white thing... but yea... 

WHAT THE HELL MAYBE YOUR COMPANY WOULD NOT BROKE IF YOU DIDN´T EXPENT YOUR MONEY IN A SUPPER SIZE HOUSE SCOTT 

[dustydreamsanddirtyscars]

Get out of this dark space post: How sad. Sam is questioning. Looking for an answer. A plan. And Dean doesn’t have one so Sam is disgusted? Disappointed? Aggravated? What Dean does have which Sam foolishly either didn’t see or brushed off - is faith. In them. “WE will.” They are running blind and don’t really know what their next step should be but Dean still believes that there is a way. He may get sidelined or find at times that he has to fake it til he makes it but for Part 1/2

Dean Winchester there is ‘always a way’ and that’s why I love this character. Is Sam forgetting that while Dean didn’t have to deal with Lucifer that he did have his own Hell to contend with or is Sammy’s pain/experience once again the worst pain to ever be pained. Sam uncharacteristically opened up. When he became dismissive Dean just went with the flow rather than say something to cause him to clam up. It looked like Sams attitude hit him where it hurts.  2/3. Oops.   

Hey there dear!

Seems like tumblr is pretty hungry for messages again since the last ask that I guess you had typed up wasn’t delivered, but I think from these two asks I get the jist of what you were saying. :)       

First and foremost, yes, Dean’s faith and his will to try again and again, rising everytime he falls, getting back up every time he feels like couldn’t possibly walk another step is also one of the many many reasons I love Dean as a character so much. With that out of the way, I think that that is a character trait that Sam doesn’t possess in quite the same way. We also saw that in the beginning of the season when Dean was more openly showing how depressed and exhausted he was. It’s hard for both brothers to get through to the other in these moments, but I think - and I don’t mean this is any kind of judging way, but simply as in how this transpires to me through what I see on screen - in contrast to Sam, Dean actually listens to Sam when he struggles and tries to support him emotionally whereas I see that as something Sam truly struggles with and simply isn’t capable of in the same way (this is part of the famous show vs. tell and misconceptions about the brothers that I have been writing about multiple times with how Sam is TOLD to supposedly be more prone to being emotional and good with words and listening etc., but all those things are actually things we SEE with Dean opposed to Sam.. His reaction to Dean being that way has of course a notion of worry, but also something like annoyance (and worse in the beginning of the season also with placing blame and guilt on Dean for feeling like he didn’t have as much of a connection to their mom as Dean did, which is ridiculous all in itself as S12 only showed Mary having interest in her youngest - seriously, I am still so angry about that entire therapy scene because there is just so much wrong with that episode), because if Dean isn’t stable himself and falls away for a bit, isn’t the rock that everyone can rely and count on, Sam lacks his support and has to shoulder more himself and that is something I think is really difficult for him and something he himself would never voice and likely isn’t even aware of. Sam in this regard is very self-centered.

And this kind of character trait sort of bleeds in many different aspects in the brothers’ relationship and imo also shows in the ending scene. Again, because I know I’ll likely have Sam stans all over my inbox with hate due to this reply, I don’t place judgment, but Sam’s self-centered-ness is also a key element of the entire show, because right from the start it was always “all about Sam”. Just like Dean didn’t exist to Mary when he tried to save her in late S12 until he started talking about Sam’s trauma (not his own, no, because apparently that doesn’t count for the writers and anyone. Ughhhhh seriously, I’ll never forgive Dabb what he did there and how disgustingly it made clear how he and the writing teams thinks about and treats Dean), basically all his life from age 4 onward was “Sam is the one that matters”, look out for him, do this, do that, you and your wishes matter least. And of course that kind of message didn’t just have an effect on Dean growing up and shaping him, it also had an effect on Sam too. For Dean the way he was raised determines a lot of his feelings of inadequacy, his fself loathing, his lack of self esteem, etc. because from early years onwards he was asked to function and not be a kid basically. Sam grew up much more sheltered due to Dean making good on those promises to his dad to always look out for his little brother and keep him safe. So in this regard the way the brothers grew up, Sam was fortunate enough to develop a much stronger sense of self. He learnt that he is the center of attention and that continued throughout all his adult life, which is why to me it is surprising that Sam only truly connects with people when he can someone make it about himself. Of course it is normal to connect with people more who you share certain things with, but if you compare Sam’s connecting to people with Dean it is drastically different. To me Dean is much more “organic” for lack of a better word in that regard. He truly feels for and connects with people in any kind, not only when he can see himself in them - which often times is a key aspect to Sam caring about others. We saw that with Magda or this season with Jack and right now also with how Rowena managed to manipualte Sam through forging a connection through shared trauma.

So, given the way the brothers grew up and what they learnt in that time, it makes sense that Sam is the way he is and that Dean is the way he is. The thing however is, what one can gloss over with a kid or teenager who shows this annoyance etc. over finding out someone else doesn’t have an answer either and can’t support him the way he would need, is much tougher with an adult. And Sam is an adult after all, so his reactions for that reason to me often times come off very petty and unthankful. Again: I don’t hate on Sam here, but this is how the show imo has been written and set up and how they have portrayed the brothers over the years.

I know I have already written an awful lot, but this preface and long sort of “analysis” imo is vital in order for me to explain how I feel and read the ending scene between the brothers. And yes, I think you can read Sam’s exasperated expressions as disappointment and aggrevation, which is more than uncalled for and absolutely unnescessary, but it is a reaction that makes sense given the established character triats and the character’s development. To me Sam’s “eye roll” there is more than a little annoying tbh, because it once more feels a little like Sam is placing blame on Dean for how he feels (like in the beginning of the season already) - but when I keep all that I have written about before in mind then Sam acting this way to me captures perfectly that Sam realizes that Dean cannot - as he was able to as a kid for example and Sam begged for something else to eat long enough until Dean gave in - give him an answer. He cannot lift the burden Sam feels and it’s also not Dean’s place needing to do that (though he does show more than a lot of support for Sam here, the way he listens and tries to back Sam up with words - which is why the way Sam dismisses him stings and hurts so much and yeah makes me a little angry), but Sam grew up with not having to shoulder these things alone that when Dean can’t be his “stone number one”, because Dean himself would need some support and healing, he reacts this way, because then it depends on himself to pull himself up by his bootstraps.

So yeah, in contrast to Sam who “fooled and lied to himself” at the beginning of the season with having faith to keep going, Dean actually here shows real faith despite not having a clue how to make things better, because he is honest and he tries. And I think that is the reason Dean takes Sam’s indeed uncalled for leaving very personal and seems really hurt and disappointed (and he has the right to be both) - because in a way Sam’s leaving feels a bit like Sam subconsciously blames Dean for how things are (I don’t think he actively knows that or is even aware of that tbh, but if I was Dean and Sam walked out on me like that when they have not been on edge with one another like they were in S9, but were pretty okay-ish, then this reaction would have left me feeling like I am not good enough (something Dean is thinking already anyway), I am a failure cause I can’t help and that I am to blame for all being wrong. Yes, I think despite knowing they aren’t a 100 % on top of things, Dean had counted on at least being able to count on them being a team - but Sam’s leaving and him rather sharing with Rowena than Dean, must have left him questioning if he may have been wrong in believing that.

And last but not least, the talk about Sam’s Hell trauma. I don’t have any issues if that is re-addressed as long as it is not played as this “Oh Sam had it soooo much worse than Dean, Dean’s Hell was basically Disneyland”, because that is freaking disgusting. Trauma isn’t something to make a competition about, trauma just is and it is awful for anyone at any given time. So yes, I  don’t mind that Sam’s trauma was brought up. I will be mightily pissed however if Dean’s time will not get the same attention later on as well.

Okay, sorry for the long ramble, sorry if I piss anyone of with this, but I truly see this as a discussion and voicing of how something traspires to me than hating on something or someone... Anyway... Hope I gave somewhat of a satisfying answer, dear anon!

[aikojwhpa]

The Fence Chapter 3

Chapter 3 this is what V wore i forgot to put his uniform(https://www.polyvore.com/uniform/set?id=230768708) Wolf's P.O.V when we arrived at school everyone was looking at us like we were famous, we kinda are the most dangerous gang out there so... it's probably the car because we never drove here we always walked to school. we walked through our school gates and walked to our first class and we saw darcy walking down the hall and she walked past me and pushed my shoulder with hers causing whatever was in my hand to fall on the floor. *oohh i wanna kill her so bad.* i was walking through the hall and i saw some people putting up flyers saying the that the prom is coming up *oh great a prom (note the sarcasm)*. *time skip to after school* i went to find V, i saw him walking down the hall he was probably looking for me too i went up to him and tapped him on the shoulder. "hey where ya goin?" i asked him and he replied with "don't you mean where are WE going" before i could answer he grabbed my hand and ran towards the roof. when we got to the door we

walked up the stairs and when we got to the door to get on the roof i stopped and remembered that we were gonna go see jack. "i can't do this VV i-i can't" i told V " yes you can you promised me that you would talk to him and plus if anything happens i will be right in front of this door watching you so don;t worry i got you" he told me. " ok you better not leave or i will kill you" i told him " i won't as soon as we open that door i am going to stand right there sis" he told me "ok" and i opened the door. when i walked through the door i grabbed V's hand and walked but about a foot away from the day he stopped walking. V just nodded for me to go and i didn't want to go alone but i knew that if i didn't V would kill me. i was just walking towards the edge when someone tapped me on the shoulder and whipped around and saw him. "Jack..." i said "umm... hi?" he replied to me *sigh* "ok first and foremost i wanna say i am so sorry about what i did to you... please forgive me, i know that V already told you what happened and i don't wanna repeat because i know you get irritated when something is repeated all over again so please forgive me?"... "i-i don't know jack i mean how do i know if i can trust you again you turned me into a monster my life isn't how it used to be every full moon i have to be locked up and you how that feels? if you don't know the answer, it feels horrible because the next morning my body aches and i can barely move my fingers. i forgive you jack but it's gonna take a very long time for me to trust you again i-i'm sorry" i told him. "why are you sorry Sam you did absolutely nothing wrong, Thank you soooo much for forgiving me and i will try my best to get you trust me again" he said to me in a soft voice "nice talk i have to go now but i'm happy we had this talk jack see ya later" i said to him and i walked away. As i was walking away he yelled and said "WAIT!... umm.. there's a prom coming up i-uh i was wondering if you wanted to go with me?" "umm... i mean proms aren't really my thing but if seem to make me trust you a little bit then, maybe." i replied then finally walk towards the door smiling. "why are so happy hmm?" V asked me while we were walking down the stairs " oh, nothing i just, I don't know i don't wanna talk about VV" i told him and he looked at me weird and i just kept walking. we made it back to the school hallway it was empty and there was only me and V so we walked towards the exit and we walked home. when we got home i ran into my room and screamed out in happiness i just couldn't contain myself, the guy i used to hate with all my heart and soul has some how made feel mushy and i don't know why. V came into my room like 5 minutes after i screamed and said " ok sis tell me why you are so happy and tell me now, you are never like this what happened with the talk?" he said. "well he basically told me what you told me but shorter and i said that i forgive him but it's gonna take a while for me to trust him again and i'm happy because i got my best friend back" i told him in one breath. "oh and he asked me to prom" i told him one more think "WHAT!? are you going with him? i think you should I've always shipped you guys." he said "shut up i don't know if i even wanna go in general because you know i don't like proms." "well i'll come with you like 3rd wheel" he told me "i don't know VV i still don't trust him that much yet and plus i love wearing skirts but i don't like SUPER fancy dresses and you know that"i replied "ok ok but think about ok?" he said and i just replied with "ok i will" "goodnight Wolf" he said "goodnight VV" i replied and after that conversation we both fell asleep on my bed. *next morning* Still wolf's P.O.V i woke up before V as always i stood up and went downstairs it was Saturday so i'll let V sleep in today because we always wake up early and sleep late. i walked to the T.V room and was just binge watching on some shows when i heard V running down the stairs in his school uniform and he yelled at me "ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND MOM AND DAD WILL KILL US IF WE"RE LATE FOR SCHOOL!" "VV" "WHAT" "it's Saturday bro" i said to him "oh... well i umm... will go back upstairs then" he replied and i just laughed. after about 3 hours of just binge watching on netflix i decided since me and v don't go shopping often then we should go shopping now. I ran up the stairs "VV GET DRESSED WE'RE GOING SOMEWHERE!!" i shouted while running up the stairs. "where the hell are we going sis" V asked me and i said "well if we're going to the prom that means we need to go shopping". v seems oddly off today i don't know why usually he's the one that drags ME out of bed and he LOVES shopping but not today today he seems off. we were driving to the mall and just listening to music it was only a 10 minute drive so it didn't take long to get to the mall. before we entered the mall doors i stopped and asked him " what's wrong VV? you're usually VERY excited when we go shopping" "don't worry about me i'm just tired lets go we gotta get you a dress for the prom, oh by the way what color do you want?" he said "umm... maybe red or just black or maybe both who knows?" i replied and before he could reply back i took his hand ran to the clothing stores and walked into one that looked like dresses were at least $2,000. after about an hour of being in this shop i picked out 4 dresses and V picked out some clothes too. were walking around the food court because we got hungry so we went to mcdonald of course. we were ordering our food when some one came up from behind me and and spilt their drink all over me and pushed me in the fountain we were standing next to "WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM!" i yelled but the person just ran a way *what the fuck...* i turned around and V was LAUGHING! "why the hell are you laughing you didn't even defend me" i was so confused and shocked when i turned around it was darcey "really Taehyung after all we've been through i would've thought that you would at least help me out of this fountain but no, i look like an idiot and you're just laughing i'll just walk home so i can dry off and i won't get my car seats all sticky" i threw my car keys at him and started to walk out of the mall, i looked down in my hand which held the shopping bag and all of my dresses were soaked with red pinkish color * OH MY GOODDUH* i really just wanna cry right now. i was walking home with tears streaming down my face i didn't want to go home because i am mad at V i took my phone out of the bag which was not that wet so it still works the lord. i dialed jacks number and was waiting for him to pick up "hello" he answered finally "h-hi jack it's Sam i was wondering if you wanted to go out today just walk around Hongdae?" i asked him "oh yeah sure do you want me to pick you up i finally have a car hahaha" "umm.. sure pick me up in 20 minutes ok" i replied " will do see ya soon" "see ya soon" and i hung up the phone and began walking again. i finally made it home so i opened the door and saw V sitting on the couch so i quietly shut the door behind me and snuck upstairs *YES! he didn't hear me* "i know you're home Wolfie" i just ignored him and walked upstairs i took a shower and changed into this---> https://www.polyvore.com/shopping/set?id=230918610) i grabbed my phone and some cash that i stuff into my bra and ran downstairs. " where are you going wolf?" i just flipped him off and walked out the door. i know it seems like i'm being harsh on him but... he could've defended me but instead he was laughing and the most part i hate the most is that he didn't defend me from the person i hate most darcy. i waled out just in time when jack was outside with his truck it was nice i ran to the truck and got in without saying anything. while he was driving he asked "Why did you wanna come with me all of a sudden?" "i don't wanna talk about it can you just make me forget whatever happened today and let's have fun?" i replied " sure sure but i don't know what we're gonna do cause' you just called and i didn't have any plan on what to do" he said to me "ok then let's just wing it ok i have money i'm pretty sure you brought money too so let's just go and do anything ok?" i asked and he smiled and said "ok". we were driving and i was looking out the window while he was jamming out to music i was smiling to myself i think i am falling for him i don't know i think i was falling for him since the beginning but i was blinded by the "hate" in my mind because of what he did but i forgave him and that's over with. i just want to push these feelings aside and have fun without thinking that i have a hopeless crush on him.

[mrbronzeskull]

Lmao answer them all and good luck ;)

I’m reblogging this, sans readmore, as it was brought to my attention that for at least one person, everything under that just didn’t show up. I humbly beg forgiveness for putting such a huge chunk of text on everyones dash.Spacey, you cheeky sod. I swear this is like the second time you’ve done this. (I both love and hate you for it) Here we fucking go: THIS TOOK AN HOUR AND A HALF TO DO 

1. Who was the last person you held hands with?I don’t exactly get physical with folks so I have to assume it was my ex, several months ago.2. Are you outgoing or shy?Shy, Bi and ready to die3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?@gpumidnazora​, some day.4. Are you easy to get along with?I guess so? Not very argumentative, very quiet, tell bad jokes.5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?I’d like to think so.6. What kind of people are you attracted to?All of them. More feminine aligned folks usually but super masc folks and androgynous peeps have totally taken my breath away too. Less general note, nerdy folk who I can obsess over something with. 7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?I mean, I’m in one now and while it does have a massive issue because of distance, I’d like to think we can tough it out.8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?My girlfriend.9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?A little, I get flustered easily if im not super close with folks.10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?Fuck, uh, myself? I often have super deep conversations that I should probably talk to a therapist or someone about just aloud to myself. But if that isnt an acceptable answer, @gpumidnazora​ takes the cake.11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?“Oh hell, I thought I said hi when I got home and was all like ‘huh, she hasn’t replied, guess she’s already asleep” after I goofed up on letting my gf know I got home on time.12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?OH! I got one from just this morning! Let’s Face It I’m Cute by 11 Acorn Lane.Aside from that I’ve been all nostalgic lately so Mr Brightside by The KillersTeenage Dirtbag by WheatusGoodbye Stranger by SupertrampEverytime We Touch by Cascada13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?Yes. Please do. I’m a big sucker for this. Or any physical affection really. 14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?Miracles not so much but its real hard to not think of things as lucky or unlucky for me15. What good thing happened this summer?I got plenty of hours at work! 16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?Nope. No. Nuh. There’s two girls it might be and neither of those would be a good choice.17. Do you think there is life on other planets?I mean, it’s literally either that or we are completely alone in the entire universe. Which seems far more terrifying to me. So yeah. But I’m always thinking like microbial or basic life, rather than you know, aliens replete with UFOs and such.18. Do you still talk to your first crush?Nah, havent talked to her in years.19. Do you like bubble baths?I almost always shower, too big for the bath really.20. Do you like your neighbors?Fuck dude I dont even know my neighbours21. What are you bad habits?God, what isnt? Nail biting, snacking, bad sleep schedule, shower delays, then too long in the shower, generally messy22. Where would you like to travel?Canada, Tokyo, America, Brazil, Europe, New Zealand. Anywhere with snow23. Do you have trust issues?Yes? I’m not all that open. Until I am and it’s like BAM HERE’S MY ENTIRE LIFE STORY which is too much typically.24. Favorite part of your daily routine?Jerkin’ it just soooo right. Kidding. Mostly. Anytime cuddling my cat while catching up on Youtube videos is great.25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?My back. just all of that. Beats out the chewed nails and the flab and the face any time.26. What do you do when you wake up?Regret27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?Darker. But I’m such a shut in so that aint happening. Least it looks alright next to my paper white sister28. Who are you most comfortable around?Myself. Or my good friend Emily Mac, the @keepingitreluctant​ that you all know and love29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?One, and boy that was a fucking nightmare of a time.30. Do you ever want to get married?Not really? I mean, tax benefits are nice but I don’t care for it much.31. Is your hair long enough for a pony tail?Nah, or at least it’s the shittiest ponytail ever, though my hair is the longest it’s probably ever been.32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?I’d take a spin with pretty much anyone because dang most of them are hella good looking plus all that money you could earn through scandalous details afterwards. 33. Spell your name with your chin.zxzbnldyu. Perfect, nailed it. Funnily enough it’s pronounced ‘Ashley’34. Do you play sports? What sports?I played, emphasis on the ‘ed’, soccer (football) and tennis and fencing!35. Would you rather live without TV or music?TV, easy. I listen to music way more than I watch TV.36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?Who hasn’t? Though I have an awful habit of fallin in love with folks when I see them if they catch my eye. All the time. Everyone just looks so dang good and cute.37. What do you say during awkward silences?I’m more of a creator of awkward silences than an ender. Yay for being bad at simple conversation.38. Describe your dream girl/guy?Aw jeez. I mean I’m tempted to earn brownie points by just describing my lovely girlfriend. But if I had to draw up an ideal, I guess just a real sweet cutie who’s down for cuddling and playing games, preferably nice and short, all adorable and fun sized! Short hair is a plus.39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?I don’t shop often. So I guess Robinsons bookshop, EB games and Zing? is that the name of that store filled with ‘nerdy’ junk that’s like partnered with EB?40. What do you want to do after high school?Fuck man I went through high school not knowing and I still have no idea41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?I give so many second chances. Multiple.  But it does depend on the action. If you hurt me, no matter how much or how often, I’ll let it slide (possibly because I have 0 self respect) but if you fuck with my mates or are just a despicable person in general I will only give you a couple chances.42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?I’m almost always pretty quiet. but if i go silent mid conversation it probably means I’m trying to turn something that just got said into a really lame dad joke.43. Do you smile at strangers?yes and no. If I’m interacting with them or like they pass by and its only the two of us I’ll happily put on a (hopefully not creepy) smile but I won’t have a smile plastered on my face walking through a crowd.44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?Space. Definitely. 45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?At the moment, the need to get to work46. What are you paranoid about?People finding out about the murders This and that, usual dark secrets.47. Have you ever been high?Yup and it was eh, I laughed at all sorts of junk but I got serious cottonmouth and had all sorts of gaps in my memory, even worse than normal which was scary.48. Have you ever been drunk?Plenty of times and I think I’m probably 50/50 on if i threw up or not.49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?Recently? I did get Maccas for dinner and pretend that I wasnt hungry when I got home after a rough day at workLess recently I fucked up in a life changing way that no one else knows of and I don’t know what to do about that.50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?Black51. Ever wished you were someone else?Again, who hasn’t? 52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?Add a couple zeros to the end of my bank balance would be nice. But physically? Clean up my fucking back. 53. Favourite makeup brand?Afraid I really don’t know anything about any of them enough to make a judgement call. 54. Favourite store?Zing (im sticking with that name, fuck it) is fun to just chill in55. Favourite blog?God so many, you are all too great!56. Favourite colour?Turquoise 57. Favourite food?A good steak is hard to turn down58. Last thing you ate?Rice and mince.59. First thing you ate this morning?A caramel Up&Go to wash down some pills.60. Ever won a competition? For what?I’m more of a second place kinda person. Or was. It’s all been going downhill for a while in academic or sporting respect.61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?I almost got suspended/expelled after a particularly nasty and widespread tidbit rumour went around about me.62. Been arrested? For what?Nope.63. Ever been in love?I think so. I’m the kinda guy to say it pretty early. 64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?Uh, I took my girlfriend of the time out to a roller skating rink, I couldn’t skate for shit and I couldnt look her in the eyes without turning away and blushing. Let alone hold a conversation. But afterwards she was kind enough to deign to grant me a kiss in the parking lot.65. Are you hungry right now?Nope, I’m good.66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?I talk to you guys just as much as them nowadays. But I would say I’m closer to them than anyone on tumblr, no offense. 67. Facebook or Twitter?Uh I have both but don’t use them.68. Twitter or Tumblr?Tumblr hands down, this is like my only social network platform69. Are you watching tv right now?Nope70. Names of your bestfriends?Emma, Emily, Hayley, Imogen, Lucinda, Ebony71. Craving something? What?Getting intimate with a guy, just accepting my bisexuality recently has kinda kicked that into overdrive. And now I’m blushin.72. What colour are your towels?We’ve got white, black and turquoise72. How many pillows do you sleep with?One73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?Not in about 10 years.74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?I wouldnt have a clue how many stuffed animals from when I was younger are still tucked away in the house75. Favourite animal?Meerkat.76. What colour is your underwear?Black77. Chocolate or Vanilla?Vanilla78. Favourite ice cream flavour?probably vanilla79. What colour shirt are you wearing?Black80. What colour pants?No pants!81. Favourite tv show?Brooklyn Nine Nine or Bojack Horseman82. Favourite movie?Iron Giant? Road to El Dorado? Spaceballs? Something nostalgic83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?There’s a second?84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?Mean Girls85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?Uh, fuck I dont remember the names. The lovely lesbian lass. She was great.86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?Bruce.87. First person you talked to today?My girlfriend88. Last person you talked to today?Verballly, my mum, text wise, my girlfriend89. Name a person you hate?Donald Motherfuckign Trump, I mean hating trump is as common as breathing air as it should be but man he’s such a fucking disgusting cunt.90. Name a person you love?My parents.91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?God I have spent many an hour dreaming of socking Trump right in that bullshit spewing mouth92. In a fight with someone?Not currently. Or at least, the feud is still open and so old it isn’t a fight anymore.93. How many sweatpants do you have?Two?94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?Two?95. Last movie you watched?Moana 96. Favourite actress?Ellen Page is up there for sure97. Favourite actor?Chris Pratt98. Do you tan a lot?Ha, most of my body isnt aware what the sun is99. Have any pets?Boy do I. 2 cats and 5 dogs. 10 chooks.100. How are you feeling?A tad tired.101. Do you type fast?Pretty average 102. Do you regret anything from your past?HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA My memory is a whole lot of regrets floating in a void of forgotten moments.103. Can you spell well?W-E-L-L104. Do you miss anyone from your past?A past best friend of mine.105. Ever been to a bonfire party?I’ve hosted a couple and been invited to one106. Ever broken someone’s heart?I doubt it. Not exactly the type. (devastatingly good looking and/or callous)107. Have you ever been on a horse?Yup, wasn’t the thing for me108. What should you be doing?Sleeping?109. Is something irritating you right now?Well I’m now being inundated by regretful thoughts so that’s a bother.110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?Nah. 111. Do you have trust issues?I feel like this was already asked. But yeah, I would say so.112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?I haven’t cried in literal years. I don’t have a clue.113. What was your childhood nickname?It’s always just been Ash114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?Yup, I’ve been all over the place115. Do you play the Wii?I have, but its been a hot minute116. Are you listening to music right now?Yeah, I had Let’s Face It I’m Cute up for the link and it just played a whole bunch of electroswing music on youtube, now on The Noisy Freaks by Freak Orchestra at least I think thats the name and band, I’ve never heard it before117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?sure118. Do you like Chinese food?Probably not my favorite, but it’s nice119. Favourite book?Too many man, way too many. 120. Are you afraid of the dark?Not really.121. Are you mean?I don’t think so. I’m a weak willed pushover and generally benign and quiet122. Is cheating ever okay?Ugh, it’s not exactly commendable but like anything, it’s all circumstance123. Can you keep white shoes clean?I have white runners, which remain clean by the virtue of me never exercising.124. Do you believe in love at first sight?Not actually, but like i said before I get infatuated on sight all the time.125. Do you believe in true love?Not really.126. Are you currently bored?Buddy, my existence is being bored.127. What makes you happy?my pets.128. Would you change your name?I wanted to change my name to Seth when I was younger after years of “ashley is a girls name’ 129. What your zodiac sign?L1BR4130. Do you like subway?Yeah. it’s normally pretty tasty.131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?I mean, I’m currently dating and so is she so that would be a mess, but I doubt much would come of it.132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?Ok im 90000% sure this was already asked.133. Favourite lyrics right now?“No matter what I conjure it could not help me deflect/ The angry death, of every hopeful thought/ that I might be a lover or a fighter…”134. Can you count to one million?I suppose I could. Like I have the capacity. But I’d get bored and give the fuck up without good reason to do so135. Dumbest lie you ever told?fuck me, I lie, alot, it’s my go to defense. Which is bad. but whatever. Probably the one where I skipped tennis training and claimed that I was going to extra french lessons instead, which was immediately called out by the French teacher.136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?Closed. keep the cat in and the dogs out137. How tall are you?175 ish cms, which is 5′10″ i think138. Curly or Straight hair?Straight, despite threats of it getting curly should  I let it get longer than a college cut.139. Brunette or Blonde?Wait is this asking preferences. fuck. Uh, Brunette? I’m not fussed by hair colour. though I’d probably avoid redheads just because my mum and one sister are redheads 140. Summer or Winter?WINTER141. Night or Day?Night142. Favourite month?October? it’s got my birthday!143. Are you a vegetarian?Nope144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?Milk145. Tea or Coffee?meh, not fussed either way146. Was today a good day?sure! I got to start work 2/3 hours later than normal after a fucking killer three days.147. Mars or Snickers?Mars? I dont eat a lot of either148. What’s your favourite quote?I dont really have one off-hand149. Do you believe in ghosts?not really.150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page? “Captain Thomas Kelly, from the forty-sixth Precinct, said; ‘It looks accidental. Grant may have suspected that his familiarity with Damien place him above danger, but a hungry python does not quibble about such niceties’”I know its more than a line, but that’s a hilarious quote.