#so sorry I didn't see this before now - it's been a manic couple of days with my partner's birthday yesterday!

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Omg!!!! @fandomnerd101, this is sooooo cute! You've absolutely nailed their looks! 🤩 I looooove Harvard putting the teddy bear on the fishing rod, omg - the cutest bait to catch a mer-boyfriend 😍 It's so them!!! They're adorable and I love this art of them so much - their besotted expressions are the best 🥰🥰🥰

And the swordfish kiss! Hahaha! Who wouldn't want to be a sword-mer-person (mer-swordfish?) so that you can kiss your human boyfriend from the water 😁

I want to write a whole AU for this now 🤩 Thank you soooo much again, what a wonderful gift!! Happy Secret Santa exchange!!!!

Happy holidays @iffeelscouldkill

I hope you enjoy some fun swordfish mer au this Christmas

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A/N- Hello everyone! Sorry this chapter took sooooo long to get out. I compensated in making it a bit longer than the usual chapters. I hope y’all enjoy :3

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“Well, did you enjoy that Emily?” You ask Emily as you both pass through the portal, and onto your porch.

“Yes! I finally get what you mean when you say Charlie and I are alike,”

“Sweetie, you are carbon copies of each other, it’s not that hard to come to that conclusion ,”   You smile, and jump when you remember something. 

“By the way, Sinners can be redeemed! I did some digging around a couple of days ago, but I forgot to tell you,” 

For a moment, Emily becomes silent, letting the news sink in. 

Shs squeals. 

“Oh this is amazing! That means that-” 

“That what, Emily?”

The voice of the Elder Seraphim makes you jump out of your skin. 

“Hi, Sera, uhm just, er,” You lose face in front of Sera, but she is more looking at Emily than you. 

“Where exactly have the two of you been? Emily I was looking all around for you today,”

“Oh she was just hanging out with me at my house today-”

“I didn't see you around at all today,” Adam pops up behind you.

Ah yes, him. 

“Were you not out all day today?” You counter. 

“Enough! I already knew that Emily was in Hell with you,”

Your mouth agape, you make an attempt to form a plausible excuse. 

“I uh, just wanted to help out with the aftermath of the extermination and I just invited Emily along, please don't punish her, I really pushed her into it,”  You grimace. Surely there’s going to be a berating headed your way.

Emily gives you a confused look, and you return it with a warning one. 

“Whatever for? It's not like it works anyway,” Sera, despite spewing her bullshit, has her head up high. 

The latter remark makes you stick out your chin, with a defensive attitude. 

“Uh, yes it does, actually,” You smile innocently.

Sera’s face pales. 

“What, what do you mean? Obviously, sinners do not have the capacity to be redeemed,”

“Yeah, the big shot’s right. Those little, dare I say, cunts have already fucked up their one chance, why give them another?”

Your ‘husband’ sides with the Seraphim, but Emily stays beside you. 

“Well why not discuss this in court then?” Your eyes, almost manic glares into the ones of the first man. 

“Wha- What the fuck man? You can't do that-Right Sera, she just can't-”

“No, she can… When do you want to hold the meeting?” She turns to you. 

“Perhaps the day after the next? So that we'll have time to prepare,”

“.... Very well. Emily, let's go,”

Em stays back a bit and mutters, “Whatever happens, I’m on your side. I’ll try to help in anyway I can,”

“You don’t have to,” you mumble back.

“Emily! Let’s go,” Sera hisses. The two Seraphims leave the patio of your home.

“Why the fuck does this matter to you so much bitch?” Adam points an accusing finger at you, which you slap away.

“Oh, I don't know, maybe I want to uphold true Heavenly values? You of all people should know that,” You hiss back. 

“Uh, no. Sinners can't be redeemed, now stop preaching all this dumb bullshit, and get ready, because you're going down, bitch,” 

You bite your tongue, because God forbid you send him into a frenzy. You don’t have the time or energy for his tantrum right now.

“Well, I'm going to bed bitch, God, I am so handsome, and cool and amazing,” Adam sashays to the bedroom, irritating you so. 

You pave a path to the living room.

You look at the couch.

You are not planning on sleeping on the same bed as Adam tonight. 

Or the next, for that matter.

You flop on the couch like a tired dog, and doze off. 

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You’re in a desolate landscape. It's familiar. 

Oh yeah, you've been here before. 

Adjacent to you is the pedestal with the glowing ball. 

“Yeah, I’m not doing that again,” You step away from the monument and bump into something.

Or rather, someone.

“Sera? What are you- hey!” The Seraphim suddenly pushes you without warning, cascading you down into a dark pit.

Dark pit… This has happened before.

What the fuck is going on?

Despite your confusion you flap your wings in the darkness, but as soon as you get to the top of the hole again, some force drags you down. 

You look towards the surface, and see exterminators grinning (quite ironically) devilishly at the sight of your downfall

You spiral into the abyss, and the familiar heat appears. 

You hit the ground with a thud, and jump out of your couch, sun rays peeking through the curtains.

What was that dream? That's the second time today that you had a dream such as this. 

What's that glowing ball about?

Why, in the second dream, Sera pushed you into that hole?

Why couldn't you fly? 

Why, did you fall? 

Also, what is up with the ground at the bottom of the pothole?

It was so different from the  empty landscape at the surface, with its red hot coals.

You rub your eyes with your trembling hands. It felt so real, as if your hands are suffering the aftermath of being burnt on the scorching stones.

There's no point crying about it now. 

Time to become your own attorney.

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“So, let me get this straight. There's a court meeting tomorrow and you need Charlie  to be there. On short notice?!” Vaggie groans and rubs her temples. 

“This is the perfect recipe for disaster,” 

“Yah, honestly you fumbled this one toots,” Angel adds, absentmindedly scrolling through his phone.

“Vaggie, this isn't so bad. At least now we have solid evidence. Who knows? We actually have a fighting chance,” Charlie gives her girlfriend a comforting hug from behind. 

“I know it's short notice, and I'm sorry I'm asking for a lot, but it could help you guys immensely,” You ramble on. 

“Maybe we can sit down and look all of this over. I’ve brought some documents with me, and after possibly I could snatch Sir Pentious to go to the court meeting as well,” You start naming things like a list so fast, the words that leave your mouth are almost unintelligible. 

“Hey, maybe you should sit down. Seems like you're getting the jitters. Oh Charlie! Maybe you should brew a pot of tea, hmm?” Lucifer puts a hand on your shoulder and guides you to the couch. 

“Sorry for getting worked up about all of this, and all, I just have a lot on my plate,” you rub the head of Kiki, calming down to the vibrations of the cat's purrs.

“Yeah I could tell,” The demon holds your shaky hand gently, as if it was made of glass. 

“See, you're shaking. I'm assuming the hearing isn't the only reason you're so anxious,” 

You sigh. 

“Really, I'm fine. Don't worry about it,” You smile, and squeeze his hand.

The King slightly reddens at the touch.

Charlie enters the room with piping hot cups of tea with Vaggie, who was holding a tin of biscuits. Charlie squints at the sight of you and her dad holding hands. Instinctively, you pull away casually.

“Okay, so,” You begin to take out some papers from your bag and place them on the table. 

“Recently, St. Peter gave me receipts of who has entered Heaven in the recent weeks. Even though we know that Sir Pentious is in Heaven, we should still try to match up the dates of when he entered, and the day of extermination,” 

“It'll be good hard cold evidence, especially if we get a grab of Pentious himself…” you bite your lip. 

“We’d probably have to look around for more information… Would either of you know anything?” You turn to the three. 

Lucifer scratches his head for a moment. 

“Hmm, nothing that I could think of-” 

“I believe I could make an attempt to ask Rosie and the other Overlords, they like to be keeping an eye on everything that goes on in Hell,” The familiar nails-on-a-chalkboard voice makes you jump out of your seat, almost spilling the cups of tea on the table. 

Geez, can Alastor abstain himself from giving you a jumpscare just to make his entrance?

“Yeah, that'd be amazing! We really need all hands on deck for this,” Charlie answers for you.

“Thanks Alastor. You're so kind,” You add, just out of habit. 

“It’s no problem my dear. Anything to help out a friend,” 

Friend? Alastor isn't an enemy to you, but you barely have shared any proper conversation to consider him your friend. 

That title he used for you seemed, off, like he doesn't regard you as a friend. 

But why-? 

Oh. 

“Yeah, thanks for your kind offer Alastor, but I'm quite confident that us three have it covered. So can you please remove yourself from here? We need to concentrate,” Lucifer pipes up from beside you, a thin layer of rage decorating his tone. 

“Uhm, some extra help doesn't hurt anyone Dad, right Y/N?” 

It feels like everyone in the room is looking at you for your input. 

Thankfully, your saving grace, Niffty turns the attention to her.

“Why are all the bad boys becoming good boys?! Ugh! So lame,” She groans as she uses a brush to sweep stray crumbs from the floor.

Using this window of opportunity, you change the subject. 

“Okay, now regarding Sir Pentious, I should probably call him now…” 

“I still have the card you gave me!” Charlie takes out the card from her breast pocket, crusted with dry slime and lint.

“You keep that thing on you?” Vaggie cringes.

“Yes, and?” Charlie dials the number on the card. 

Briing rring

You hold your breath as each silent second drags on. 

“Hello? Who isss thiss?” A voice rings from the other end. 

“Sir Pentious, is that you?!” The Princess replies. 

“Charlie? Iss that you?” The voice counters. 

“Oh hi!! So as much as I want to catch up with you, I have a teeny tiny favour to ask of you…”

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“Ahh, I don't know Charlie. Thiss iss a very important matter, I don't know if I could handle it,”

“Pentious, by helping us, we could be achieving big! We need to either go big or go home! I know it's a lot of you, but, pretty please?”

A crackled sigh. 

“Oh alright…”

“Aaaa thank you so much Pentious! I'd give you a hug, but, you know… Ah bye bye!”

Charlie drops the call. 

“Seems like everything's in order now. I'll see you guys tomorrow?” You stand up from the couch. 

“Yes, and Y/N?”

You turn to the Princess. 

“Yes Charlie?”

She hesitates. 

“....Thank you again, for all of this,”

“Charlie, again, it's really no problem, okay? It's literally the least I can do,” You give Charlie a hug. 

It's all you can do. 

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“We are gathered here today to re-determine if sinners are able to redeem themselves via Charlie Morningstar’s Hazbin Hotel,” The Seraphim’s voice bellows from above. 

Cherubs and winners are below you, Charlie is by your side, and Emily is beside Sera, on edge.

“The plaintiff is Y/N, and the defendant is Adam, the first man. Y/N, I bring the floor to you,”

You take a deep breath and take out your notes. 

“Well, your Honour, I have receipts which show that a sinner has entered Heaven in recent weeks,” You thrust out the piece of paper, which Sera draws towards her. 

“He goes by the name ‘Sir Pentious’,” Your voice puts on a nonchalant tone, but it feels like your heart is about to stop. 

Sera reads over the piece of paper, her face as though she swallowed a particularly sour lemon. 

“Uhhhh, I call bullshit. I mean come onnnnnn,” Adam groans. 

“I mean, do you know how easy it is for her to just print that out. Don't tell me you're actually believing this?” He smirks, and gets a snicker from Lute beside him.

“Uhm actually,”Sir Peter pipes up from the stands. 

“I actually gave her that paper a while ago, if that can vouch for anything-”

“Shut up Pete,” Adam spits. 

“Order!” Sera’s feathers ruffle, and she tucks them back down.

“Unless the defendant shows indubitable evidence, I’m afraid the verdict still stands,”

“Sera no!” Emily cries.

“Emily, this is an official court meeting, one of which you aren’t apart of. If you can’t keep quiet, you would have to leave the courtroom,”

You bite your nail. You really didn’t want to pull out your winning card this early…

“May I call a witness?”

“You may,”

“Well I call Sir Pentious as my witness,” You nod towards where the cacophony of angels were.

“Well your Honour…” He hisses, his tail wagging as though alert. 

“I used to be a sinner, ass you may already know. During the lasst extermination, I wass killed in the battle… Then before I knew it, I wass up here in Heaven. That's all,” Pentious looks up at you, and you give a thumbs up along with a smile. 

“Any quesstions?” 

“No, you may sit down,” Sera starts, but a cherub pipes up from the audience. 

“What does he mean by “as you already know”? I for one didn't know about that,” 

Multiple angels, winners and Heavenborn alike, all murmur in agreement. Emily then bursts out,

“I'll tell you this. It's because Sera and I knew when Sir Pentious entered Heaven. Rather than going through the pearly gates, he appeared amongst the two of us.” 

And all Hell, (or Heaven) breaks loose.

“Silence! This meeting is adjourned,” Sera’s ringing voice brings the noise of the  populated stadium to a halt.

“Adjourned? What, why?” Charlie inadvertently voices your thoughts.

“My reasoning will not be objected,” Sera dodges the question.

“This meeting will be continued within twenty minutes,”

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“Charlie, what do we do? Sera clearly doesn’t want to budge, and God knows what lies Adam is feeding her,” you  pace up and down, words leaving your mouth as quick as lightning.

“Uhh don’t panic,” Charlie puts her hands up defensively. 

“She hasn’t made a decision yet, we could- erh” She stumbles over her words,  and fumbles a small yellow item out of her pocket and puts it in your hand.

“My dad said to give it to you if you got worked up- uhm,” Charlie steps backward a bit to give you some space. 

You look at the object in your hand, which took the shape of a duck that was decorated with the signature white hat, and an apple cane in its flank.

You squeeze it and it produces a familiar tune. Your eyes widen as you remember that it was the melody  you complimented just the other day. 

At the time, it was just obligatory praise, but you were absolutely smitten by the fact that Lucifer has taken it seriously.

The dedication, into making something like this, for you is…

Charming.

Really Charming. 

“Uhhh, Are you alright?” The Princess taps her foot anxiously, waiting for your answer.

“Oh yeah!” You look up, cheeks warming.

“I really love it. Tell him as such,” your stupid face breaks into a smile despite everything.

“I will. He’d be pretty happy hearing that, especially from you,” she gives you a playful nudge.

“You know… He likes you. Like- a lot,” 

Your eyes brighten, and Charlie squeals at the sight.

“Oh, I knew it was reciprocal!” She brings you into a massive bear hug.

“Charlie- I-,”

“Oh, sorry,” She lets go.

“I was squeezing too hard, wasn’t I?”

“No, no it’s not that. It’s that well- you know I’m married,” An gravelly sigh leaves your lips.

“I think we would be better as friends,” Your throat is scratchy. Why is this so hard to say? 

“Oh,” was her reaction, only enhancing your guilt even more. She looked so remorseful, you wanted to hug her so badly and say that you were lying.

And you were.

“Excuse me?” A cherub taps your shoulder.

“The court meeting is about to resume,”

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As you enter back on your podium, you see Adam whispering something into Sera’s ear. He looks at you and makes a rude gesture, which you reciprocate.

“Enough! The court is back in session. Now, I bring the defendant to speak,” 

“Ehhh yeah, anyway my point still stands. I don’t think we want some sinners cavorting around , making trouble,”

 His statement just irritates you. How could he just say something like that?

“How do you know that? Pentious has been here for a while, and I doubt he has been making any disturbance,” are you picking the low hanging fruit? Yes. Is it helping your case? Also yes.

“Uhhhh yeah, but what’s the guarantee that others won’t? Geez, you’re so gullible,” He snorts like the pig he is.

“The defendant has a point. I feel like I’ve come to a conclusion, and it still hasn’t changed from the last session. Lute, please see Princess Charlie Morningstar out. Everyone else is  dismissed,”

All the spectators leave. Sir Pentious looks back and gives you a consoling wave before taking his leave.

Lute flies over to your podium and a portal opens behind Charlie.

“What? No!” You and Emily shout in unison. The General roughly grabs the princess by the arm and drags her through the threshold.

 Horns protrude from Charlie’s head, trying to resist the Angel’s force. More exterminators appear, almost magically and with one final push, the Demon princess is hauled through the portal.

“Charlie, NO!” You outstretch your hand, but it’s too late. The gateway closed with a whoosh sound.

“Now, was that really necessary?” You stare daggers at Sera, Lute and Adam.

“It had to be done,” was her response.

“Also, Sera, you said you wanted to talk to Y/n about something,” The first man’s tone is sinister, and is putting you on edge. 

“Oh, yes. Thank you for the reminder. Well, Mrs. Y/N, I ban you from travelling to Hell without a permit,”

“What, why?!” Your heart is in your throat.

“Uhh, coz I don’t want you there. D'you know how bad it'll look on me if I can’t control my wife?!” 

Sera puts her fingers between her eyes.

“Ahem, what Adam is trying to say is that, you clearly aren’t thinking of the consequences all of this may have. Imagine the state of Heaven if we just let any riff-raff in,”

You let out a short breath in shock. That was it. Game over.

“Unbelievable,” 

“Y/N, WAIT!-” Emily tries to fly to your podium

She was met with a slammed door in her face.

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Suptober Day 12: Harvest Festival

The hunt is an easy one. Calling it a vamp nest would be an exaggeration, and Dean takes the two of them out without breaking a sweat. He thinks about calling Dad and asking if he's missing something.

Then he figures Dad wouldn't answer anyway.

He heads back to the motel alone. On the way, he passes Main St. It's completely closed with hay bales stacked in the street to block anything but foot traffic. There's a huge sign in faded oranges, browns, and reds declaring the start of the town's harvest festival. Tacked to the bottom are fliers from a bunch of local businesses, and one in particular catches his eye. It's for a place called Milton's that claims to have the best pies in the state.

He parks in the nearest empty spot and hoofs it back. The entire street is filled with people, mostly families, who are enjoying each other's company as much as they're enjoying the booths. Dean tries not to look at them too closely.

The bakery's booth is easy enough to find; he just has to follow the trail of people with half-eaten baked goods. When he gets to the front of the line, the woman behind the table freezes. She has fire red hair pulled back in a ponytail and big brown eyes that widen in surprise. Her customer service smile is still plastered on, and after an awkward, stuttering moment, she says, "Hi, how can I help you?"

She throws a look over her shoulder at the man who's slicing a new pie at the back of the booth.

"Uh." Weirdly enough, none of Dean's alarm bells are going off. It's a weird interaction, and he should be running the other direction, but... But he really wants some pie. "You got pumpkin?"

She nods eagerly. "Of course." To the other man, she says, "Cas, can you bring me a slice of pumpkin?"

Without looking up, Cas says, "I'm a little busy, Anna."

More urgently and through clenched teeth, Anna says, "Cas."

With a put upon sigh, Cas looks up, and it's like deja vu. As soon as he sees Dean, he freezes. His ice blue eyes dart to Anna then back to Dean. He drops the knife, scrambles for one of the pre-packed slices, and comes over to hand it to Dean.

Neither of them say anything while Dean takes out his wallet to pay. He even drops a couple of bucks in the tip jar before he starts back toward where he parked.

He's almost made it to the car when he hears someone calling his name. When he turns around, Cas is jogging after him. Dean slips his hand into his pocket so he can feel his switchblade.

"How do you know my name?" he asks.

Cas stops. Clearly, Dean's apprehension is obvious.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to--" Cas worries his lip. Then like it's some kind of joke, he raises his hands and says, "Be not afraid."

Dean flips the switchblade open but keeps it close so that the people driving by (probably) won't notice it. "Listen, buddy. I asked you a question, so start talking."

"Okay, okay." The real concern on Cas's face makes Dean relax a little. No monster's going to be scared of a little blade. "Anna and I are human. We are. We just haven't always been."

"Then what were you before you were human?"

"You're not going to believe me."

"Try me."

"Angels," Cas blurts out.

Dean laughs. It's a little manic, but man, the guy is actually crazy. "Angels aren't real."

Cas hasn't lowered his hands, but he takes a step closer. "Your name is Dean Winchester. Your younger brother is Sam. Your father is John. He raised you both to be hunters after your mother, Mary, died."

"How the hell do you know all that?" Dean bumps against the Impala. He hadn't even realized he was backing up.

"Heaven has plans for you and your brother. Awful plans."

"And what? You're telling me out of the goodness of your heart?"

"When Anna and I fell, we told ourselves we wouldn't get involved with any of it. We didn't expect you to show up at our booth, and it seemed cruel not to warn you." Cas finally lowers his hands. "I'll leave you alone now. I'm sorry." Awkwardly, he turns and starts back toward the festival.

The guy's crazy. Maybe he knows other hunters, and that's how he knows about the Winchesters. Maybe he's some kind of monster with amnesia that thinks it human. Whatever the case may be, there's no reason for Dean to do anything but climb into the Impala and leave.

"Fuck," he grunts. Then louder, "Hey, Cas!"

Cas turns around tentatively, but there's a hopeful quirk to his eyebrow.

"You said this whole heaven thing included Sammy?" Dean asks.

"Yes."

Dean sighs. He looks back at the road that leads to his motel. He could be packed up and heading out of town in less than half an hour. Cas hasn't moved.

Finally, against his better judgement, Dean says, "Could you and Anna use some help packing your booth up?"

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AN: This fic is purely self-indulgent! I needed it at this time Sorry for my grammar and poorly written story. It was off the cuff.

TW’s: If any of the following are likely or even remotely possible to trigger you PLEASE DO NOT READ BELOW! Depression; Mania; Manic Depressive; Bipolar disorder; Self Harm Scars; Self Harm Thoughts; Suicidal Thoughts; Mental Illness.

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“Have you ever felt so alone even when you’re surrounded by people?” You looked up at Nick, thick tears gathering in your eyes at the admission of how you were handling life and all its highs and lows currently.

Nick felt his heart break as he looked down at you, curled up on your oversized comfy sofa. As he had come into the apartment an hour ago after not hearing from you all day and not seeing you at work, he noticed your place was eerily quiet save for a few sniffles coming from the living room. The place seemed almost untouched, with no dishes in the sink, no drinking glasses anywhere, or the water bottle you carried around faithfully. The only place that seemed lived in at all was the living room, where it appeared you had camped out the last couple of days at least. A blanket tossed haphazardly over the back of the couch, takeout boxes on the coffee table, and a couple of plastic water bottles on the floor. It was very apparent to Nick you weren’t feeling well mentally and in a dark place.

Nick exhaled a shaky breath before taking a tentative seat on the sofa beside you. He knew you well enough to know that when in a state like this you wanted your space but you needed him close by too.

“Yeah…yeah Hermosa I have.” He sighed. “I don’t know how you’re currently feeling or what you’re dealing with baby but I’ve felt that way. Tell me what’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours.” The handsome hazelnut-eyed detective let his hand reach out towards you, holding it over your thigh. “When did you first start feeling this way? Hmm?” He spoke softly, his voice full of concern.

“I don’t know. Everything just snowballed.” You sniffled and looked up to the ceiling as tears welled even further in your eyes while you tried not to cry openly, always wanting to remain strong on the outside for everyone else. Nick though…Nick saw right through it all. He always had and always would and as he did he pulled you to him, into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you; his large hand on your head soothing down your hair before pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

Nick had been in your life for nearly five years now, at first only a partner at work but now your boyfriend for nearly a year after you both confessed your feelings after an argument after a frustrating week and a huge disagreement. You had yelled at him your feelings and he stared at you dumbfounded, never believing anything so good could happen to him, so good as to have you have the same feelings he felt for you, that is. That was Nick though, Nick Amaro who never thought he deserved the best in life which you always felt he did, knew he did. Then again you felt the same way toward yourself. Never believing you deserved anything good or anyone good in your life and that anything or anyone good had to have an alterer motive. Perhaps that’s why you were kindred spirits, you both knew how the other felt in some similar sort of way all the while knowing it was completely different sets of situations that led you to the place you were in life now.

Nick looked over to the table behind the couch seeing your medicine containers filled still from the last week. You hadn’t taken them then, a reckless decision in a moment of mania or brain fog, maybe both, he couldn’t be sure until asking further. While at work the detective was one of the best at interrogations he was careful when it came to you, he knew you hated feeling like you were being interrogated like one of his perps. It always ended up in you pulling even further away and shutting everyone, including him, out. “You didn't take your meds this week?” He questioned softly as he caressed your hair and back.

“I don’t know. I can’t remember when.” You muttered.

“Baby…you had an alarm set. What happened? I wanted to be here but I was undercover. I’m so sorry mi amor. I can’t always be here to remind you, you know that right? I worry. You have to take your meds so you feel better; so you feel okay.” Nick urged, feeling himself worry even more now at your words.

“Nick…Nick I don’t need you to babysit me. I know what I did was reckless. I know I skipped. One day I got up late, and I missed my alarm, and cut it off. The next day I said I didn’t have time, so I skipped it. The next, the same. The following I forgot, the same with the next and the next, and then I got to the point where I felt amazing I didn’t need it I thought. I was stupid and things spiraled. It felt great for a while! Boy did it feel fucking great. Now…now I just feel empty, and alone. Alone when I’m at work. Alone here. Alone with you. It doesn’t matter, I’m alone.” You started to feel yourself get carried away trying to explain what your mind felt like right now.

The detective listened, his heart clutching at your words and the pain and conflicting thoughts you had to be having right now.

“It’s not normal and it’s not okay. I just. I want to feel okay. I don’t want to have to live life on meds and still battle my thoughts, my mind saying awful things. I’m filled with rage and with hate and I’m not…I’m not hateful, I’m not vengeful, I’m not like this Nick. You know I’m not! I’m empathetic, I’m kind, I feel other people’s emotions and pain so deep inside myself that I carry it wherever I go and I try to make it better. I’m not this person my mind makes me believe I am.” You pushed off of Nick’s chest, or tried I should say but he held you tight to him knowing in a moment you’d break, the flood of tears would form and you’d not be able to stop it. Knowing you you probably hadn’t cried in a long time and needed it. Needed to feel healthy and not with the methods you used to use. Nick’s mind flashed with the memories of new scratches and new cuts and new bruises before you and he had gotten together and you had started an intensive therapy course and continued with therapy and treatment since. You had relapses of course but it hadn’t been as frequent and he had made it his life mission that no one, not even yourself, would harm you again. The squad and so many others, including yourself told him that it wasn’t his fault if you had faltered or slipped again, that it wasn’t his duty to make sure you were okay 24/7 but he still took it seriously and it made you feel even more guilty you had hurt him so bad by hurting yourself.

“Baby… Hermosa, you…you haven’t hurt yourself again have you?” He was afraid to ask…afraid of what the answer might be. He had been gone away without contact all week and had no idea if you were okay or not even if you assured him you were a big girl. Even the squad had said they’d check on you, which they did until you stopped letting anyone in yesterday morning.

“No…no, I haven’t. I’ve had thoughts but I haven’t.” You choked up and the man looked over your hands that had clutched his shirt desperately then down to your wrists and arms seeing no signs of new red angry skin. “It’s like a fucked up addiction. I did it to feel. I did it to make sure I was alive and all the while forget that I was and attempt not to have to deal with it at all anymore. I hate it. I hate I started it but I did now I have to live with it all because I started and my fucked up bipolar.” You cried.

“How…how can you even stand me?? Why do you want to be with me? Why? I’m so fucked up Nick! I’m screwed up! Why would YOU want ME? Me of all the women you could have, you chose the girl with a brain so messed up as mine.” You broke down as the handsome raven-haired detective held you tighter, tears gathering in his own eyes as you soaked his shirt with your own.

“Because I’ve never seen someone so compassionate. Someone so filled with life when you’re interested in something you can’t stop talking about it. Your eyes light up, your smile is huge and you can go on for ages until you realize I’m staring at you with my stupid big grin. Because of your smile, your spirit lights up even the darkest of moments, of days, the darkest corners of my mind. When I think of having you as my work partner and my girlfriend I ask how fucking lucky am I to have you by my side to confide in, to hold, and to love. How lucky am I that Zara and Gil have another amazing woman in their life who can teach them compassion for others and empathy and set a good example. Baby love you so much. I know we’re both fucked up but you are the light in the center of my heart that keeps it beating. That keeps me going. I don’t care that you have times when your life feels a mess, mine feels like a shit show most of the time too but when I hold you, or you hold me, I feel I’m sane. I’m okay. I’ll be okay because you’re here now. You’re going to be okay? Alright? I’m here. I’m going to love you through this and beyond. We’ll get you back on track and get you feeling better. I love you, please…try never to forget, even if you do, I’m going to remind you every day for the rest of eternity that you’re loved and cherished not just by me but by family and our squad and friends. Always.” Nick held your face in his large calloused hands gently as he spoke before kissing your tear-stained face and lips. “I love you. Please rest here, okay? When you get up I’ll be right here. We’ll start new. It’s going to be okay. I’ve got you.” He cooed and rocked slowly side to side hoping to soothe you as you cried yourself to sleep knowing Nick was right, he would be there for you and help you till you saw the daylight again.

Author’s Note: Please if you feel hopeless, empty, sad, or alone or are having any thoughts of SH, Suicide, or even just a feeling of helplessness and depression, call or text your local hotline (FOUND HERE). I have used the Crisis text line (text HOME to 741741 in the USA) several times and it helps to have someone to listen when you hate or are anxious about talking on the phone! If not these lines, please friends/family for support or someone who will listen to you. I’m here to speak to you and try to understand even in your darkest time you aren’t alone even if you feel you are. You are enough and you are loved. I love you. ❤️

[8bitsupervillain]

Higurashi When They Cry Hou ch. 5 Meakashi pt. 8

A brief recap, Shion went to the school pretending to be Mion to try to find out what's going on with Satoshi. Satoshi rebuffed her by telling her to ask herself why he's being so cold and distant to her. She takes this harshly thinking it's an attack on her when it's really delivered to Mion. Going back to the classroom she sees Satoko crying, and so she attacks Satoko going so far as to try to slam a chair across her and Rika "in an attempt to make her stronger." Or something along those lines. Half-hearted apologies are said, and now everyone's just ducky. Because, you know, people can just forget and forgive assault just by saying sorry.

Shion, buddy, pal, Satoshi is unaware you even exist. Every single interaction you've had with the guy you've been masquerading yourself as Mion. Every interaction, every head rubbing, every manic breakdown freakout where you batter a ten year old he thinks is Mion.

This I feel really sums up Shion, always looking to shift the blame around rather than reflect on her own actions. Satoshi must be in the wrong for rejecting her, it must be Oryou's fault Satoshi rejected her. She is aware that the guy is under some serious stress, but is utterly unwilling to accept that maybe he's just lashing out.

Previously I had mentioned that I think Shion is only latching on to Satoshi because he was the first guy with a pulse to focus on her since leaving the school. I had genuinely forgot about the notebook page there that more or less confirmed my statement. I swear I'm not just trying to regurgitate what the VN says but put my own spin on it. It only looks that way. Also I see in the future Shion will still be unable to let Satoko just live. She committed the most vile crime, living.

So it cuts to the day before Watanagashi 1982, she's living her depressed life because the boy yelled at her, and wasn't instantly on her side when good ol' Kasai shows up.

While I find this interesting that this somewhat confirms that the Sonozaki family aren't responsible for the deaths I am getting hung up on a really small detail. "There were cases of multiple victims in the past." You mean, all of them? With the exception of the foreman, every one of the Oyashiro killings has been a couple. The Houjou parents, the Furude parents (then eventually the aunt Tamae Houjou, and Satoshi, and Tomitake and Takano a year from now). It's just such an odd translation error to make, I thought maybe that Shion didn't know about Rika's mom, but I double-checked and when she learns about the curse killings she is told point blank the mom is one of the victims as well.

Oh come now.

Come on Kasai, be a pal, kill a child for me! Shion-san... you seem weirdly invested in this child dying. Just do it you small-fry mother fucker!

Mion then calls Shion telling her to call Satoshi. She does so, and the two start talking, Satoshi apologizing for the way he acted after stopping Shion beating up Satoko.

This confirms this version of events takes place in a different timeline from at the very least Tatarigoroshi. In that chapter Mion mentions that Keiichi is saying things that were very similar to the last time she spoke to Satoshi. So unless we need to start thinking that every single time Mion is on-screen it's secretly Shion it seems very likely that the timeloop alternate timelines theory is the correct theory. Which, boy don't get me started on that particular conspiracy theory.

So, I wonder what this silence means. Did Mion say something different when he asked her about the curse? Or is he just giving up because try as he might Mion just refuses to accept the idea the curse exists? I would very much like to see that particular conversation. The two then end their conversation because Satoshi's aunt is approaching, and Satoshi asks Shion to keep an eye on Satoko forever. Which she doesn't reply to.

If this is the embodiment of Hinamizawa or Oyashiro I wonder why they decided to take the direct route and converse with Satoshi directly? Assuming the supernatural elements of the narrative are real, and not just the hallucinations of a diseased mind. I don't think this is an actual factual demon/god/spirit, I'm leaning on this is his mind reaching its limit and snapping like a dry twig. Like how Keiichi snapped and became demonically methodical when he decided to kill Teppen.

[bellysoupset]

TW: discussions of chronical vertigo and depression. Not as angsty as this makes it seem, actually.

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"Biscuits?" Jonah eyed the biscuits Leo planted before him warily. They had the greyish tone of healthy food that normally Jonah didn't mind, but that did very little today to calm down his stomach.

Ever since the shitshow of passing out on Vince, he had done some more investigating, only to come to the, frankly offensive, diagnosis of having labyrinthitis. Wasn't that just grand?

There was no actual cure, seeing as they came and went unexpectedly, but they weren't life threatening, just fucking annoying. The medication to get rid of a spell wasn't any better and while it didn't make him puke, it certainly put him off his appetite, which was what brought him to the current predicament of not eating for a whole day and his boyfriend's unfazed, blue stare.

"Yeah, biscuits," Leo shrugged, "I figured you'd be sick of saltines by now."

It was so sweet, Jonah wanted to cry. He blamed it on his overwhelmed emotions at being sick, shoved the desire as deep as he could and glared at the plastic jar, "I'll try them later."

"Try one now," Leo pushed, a little harder, a lot less sweet, "you need to get your strength back if you're planning to play by Saturday."

Jonah frowned, the vestiges of nausea all but forgotten, "but I'm not..." he stared at Leo, suddenly feeling uneasy.

Leo had been in a fury ever since his diagnose. Not quite doing the smothering mother henning that Lucas did, but almost. Part of Jonah had relished in that, he enjoyed knowing his boyfriend loved and cared for him, even enjoyed being babied a little bit... But something was off.

Something in the way Leo was furiously taking care of him wasn't like the previous times he had gotten sick near the guy, and that wasn't just because they were dating now. Something had changed and Jonah couldn't put his finger on it.

"The episode will have completely vanished by then," Leo shrugged, circling Jonah on the kitchen, in order to put away his bag on the couch.

"Leo," Jonah frowned, sitting up straight.

"And Luke said you could play," Leo continued, unbothered, which caused Jon to roll his eyes at him.

"Lucas is not the coach, you know?"

"Coach Eric doesn't do anything," Leo snorted, then walked back into the kitchen area, planting a kiss to Jonah's temple, "have a biscuit."

"Leo," Jonah grabbed his chin, forcing their eyes to meet. There was a manic glint in Leo's eyes, "I'm not playing Saturday."

"Aren't you feeling well?" Leo frowned, made a pitiful pouty face and his hands were immediately on Jonah's face, as if somehow he could feel the vertigo the same way he felt a fever.

"I'm fine," Jonah grabbed his wrists, stopping the fussing, "it's not- Leo, it's not just Saturday that I'm not playing, c'mon... You know that."

Jonah knew he had fucked up before the words were fully out of his mouth. He didn't know why or how, but he knew he had messed up. Leo pulled back, blinking as if he had been slapped, a wrinkle between his brows.

"The doctor said you could live life normally, Jon," he shook his head, "no, babe, look- I know it's been a rough couple of days-"

"It's not that," Jonah was beyond confused. He had been sure that his boyfriend was on the same page as him. Not just because of the vertigo, but because of how extraneous practice had become, how much he had to dedicate himself to the hospital duties too. Leo knew all of that... "Leo, you know I never wanted to be a professional football player, c'mon..."

"No, I know, I just-" Leo sounded completely taken back, which was more confusing than upsetting. Jonah frowned at him, watching as flashes of confusion, anger and annoyance all mingled together, "Yeah, I knew, sorry..."

There was a horrible, pregnant pause. Jonah almost apologized and took his words back. Leo looked painfully confused, wounded too.

"Leo?" He broke the horrible silence, unable to keep this for much longer, "say something?"

"It's nothing, I-" Leo shrugged, pulling back, a huge step backwards like he wanted to run out of the kitchen, "I'm just gonna, uh- I have an essay to finish, so yeah- I think I'm just gonna do that."

"Leo, say something about what we're talking," Jonah glared at him, "c'mon, I know-"

"I don't think it's my place - If you don't want to play, then don't play," the last sentence turned incredibly cold and Leo looked as surprised by it as Jonah felt. He sighed, "I'm sorry. I'm just gonna go finish my essay, alright? We can... I don't know, talk later."

Jonah frowned, but didn't say anything, watching as his boyfriend walked out of the kitchen and into the living room area, opening his bag once more. He got his headphones out, then kicked off his sneakers in order to put his feet on the couch, laptop open on his lap and concealing Leo's face from view.

Jonah glared at his concealed form, then back at the biscuit's jar, opening it and grabbing one. He started to nibble on it, figuring it was as good a time as any to text coach Eric to let him know that he'd need to actually show up for his office hours tomorrow.

Coach wasn't as big an issue as Lucas would be, Jonah thought bitterly, sending the text without proof reading and then checking his schedule once more. He was booked for tomorrow's hospital shift, straight after class. It wasn't the best arrangement, but with that flu that was going around they had doctors' and interns dropping like flies, everyone's schedules were messed up.

Wendy wasn't even fully back yet, her own turn with the virus had been pretty brutal from what Vince had mumbled when they met quickly at the hallway.

"Jon..."

"What?" Jonah didn't look up from his phone. He knew it wasn't right to be angry at Leo, but in the other hand... Really? That petty toddler behavior over something that should've been more of an issue for Jonah himself than for Leo?

That was simply childish and unnecessary.

"Fuck," Leo breathed out and Jonah frowned at the uncharacteristic swear, looking up in time to see the blonde snap the laptop closed and turn around on the couch, legs spread out-

"Leo?" Jonah's heart plummeted to his stomach and he jumped up, remaining dizziness be damned, "Leo, what's wrong?"

He was by his side in less than a second, skipping to the couch, and just in time for Leo to shake his head, shoving Jonah off when he attempted to touch him and rush up.

He all but ran off to the closest bathroom, the guest one, slamming the door closed. Through it, Jonah could hear his violent gagging. Jon grimaced at the prospect, but his worry overrode the nausea that was already starting to pool in his stomach.

He could get sick after he made sure Leo was okay.

"Leo?" Jonah knocked on the closed door, "I'm coming in-"

"N-no," Leo's voice was a broken mess, thick with tears, "just- Just leave me alone!"

That made Jonah feel twice as sick as before. He leaned forward, forehead to the door, "baby, I don't care about the puke, just let-"

"Go away, Jonah!" he shouted, only for a painful gasp to follow and cause Jon to ignore his order.

"No, fuck you," he scoffed, opening the door and bracing for the worst. Much to his surprise, Leo wasn't vomiting. He was hunched over the toilet and gagging, yes, but there was no puke and no smell of it.

More importantly, he was sobbing.

"What the fuck, Leo?" Jonah whispered, crouching down next to him and cupping his forehead, expecting to feel a fever, "did you get the bug-"

He was interrupted by another wheezy breath, sucked in with difficulty and followed by a gag. Leo clutched at his chest, hands shaking and Jonah noticed he wasn't warm at all. If anything he felt cold to the touch, trembling all over.

"Leo?"

"I don't- Please, jus'just leave..." he slurred, pressing his eyes closed, "I just need a minute..."

"I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what is this!" Jonah snapped, his temper quickly flaring up, patience running thin with playing sickness charades, "are you nauseous? Why are you crying, is this a migraine?"

Leo's eyes were even bluer thanks to the fact his corneas were bloodshot from crying. He glared at Jonah, forcing out a breath, "it's just- Shit, shut up, Jon."

Jonah's mouth snapped closed, but still he didn't pull back. He had meant it, he wasn't going anywhere. The annoyance he felt being snapped at didn't even compare to his worry.

They waited, for what felt like an eternity, but Jonah knew had been just about ten minutes, until Leo could sit up straight. He leaned his head back, wiping the tears off his face with the back of his sweater and causing Jonah to cringe, but still the other man didn't say anything.

"Are y-"

"It was just a panic attack, I'm fine," Leo's voice wavered, but the emotion in it was clear. Frustration, "I'm fine, you can go."

I'm not going anywhere, was what Jonah wanted to say, but instead what came out was, "this is my fucking bathroom, you can't kick me out."

Leo scoffed, sniffling again, "yeah, okay, I'll go then-"

"You're not going anywhere either," Jonah stood up in a jump, blocking the door, feeling momentarily woozy. He grabbed the sink, noticed Leo's eyes latching to his hand squeezing the marble, "you're going to tell me what the fuck happ-"

"You're going to break up with me," Leo's voice wavered and Jonah's mouth dropped in a comical O, too shocked to be able to retort, "and I just- I don't think I can... I can't."

"Can't- Leo, what. the fuck. are you talking about?!" Jonah cried out, "you sound insane, you've been acting like a maniac ever since I got sick, I just- What the hell is happening!?"

"You're going to quit the team!" Leo yelled back at him, rubbing a hand uneasily over his chest, "and you don't even like hanging out with me, you like- You like fancy museums and art galleries and- and Wendy-"

"Not again with the Wendy jealousy fit, Leo-"

"It's not about her, it's about you! You don't like hanging out with us," Leo glared at him, shoving a finger on Jonah's chest, "right? You don't bother hiding it, I might be the exception that proves the rule right, but that's bound to change."

Jonah wasn't following. Whatever Leo's overly stimulated brain was doing, was too much mental gymnastics to compete, "Leo, I'm not- I'm not understanding..."

"You're- The only reason you hang out with us is because you're on the team and now you're quitting it and I won't see you anymore and- And then we're never gonna see each other and you'll just meet some other doctor, who doesn't- Who's not a mess like I am and who can tell the difference between a dry and a sweet wine and..."

"Leo..." Jonah sighed, "baby, you can't honestly believe this-"

"And it's not just you," Leo's voice caught up, turned all strangled, "I graduate at the end of the year and I just thought- I thought I had more time... I'm not- I'm not ready-"

"Leo," Jonah stepped closer, yanking at his shirt and stopping him from talking, pressing his forehead to his, "Leo, breathe."

Leo's bottom lip quivered and he sucked in another difficult breath, clearly struggling not to burst into tears all over again.

"Listen to yourself, baby," Jonah sighed, cupping his face and stopping him from pulling back, "If I quit the team I'll have more free time for us, not the opposite way around..."

"No, you won't, because I'll still be practicing-"

"Yeah and I'll do my classwork during practices, so we can hang out in the hours I'd usually be doing that," Jonah stroked his cheek without thinking, feeling the start of a beard prickle his fingers, "and even if I wasn't, I am not going to break up with you. Yeah, I like art galleries and museums and you like to get drunk with the guys and hockey, but believe it or not we're not the first couple to have different tastes."

Leo let out a scoff, "Jonah, you're not taking me seriou-"

"I am," Jonah interrupted, glaring at him, "I am taking you seriously, I am listening to you. We aren't going to break up because I'm out of the team, Leo. I mean, I love you, this has to count for something... Right?"

The blonde shrugged, glancing down, "I love you too... I love this- This life we have, Jon, I'm not ready for it to be over..."

"Leo," Jon sighed, pulling back so he could look at him squarely, "everything is going to change, but this doesn't have to, you have to know that. You, me... Even the guys, I mean, God knows I've been trying to get rid of Lucas for years now and he won't let go," Jonah smiled as he saw a twinkle in Leo's eyes. A hopeful one, "this doesn't have to be over, it'll just be different."

"Can you promise that?" Leo sighed, nodding and crumpling against him, causing Jonah to let out a huff, pulling into a tight hug, that felt way more intimate then sex or kissing.

"Yeah, I can, actually."

[cut3sy-baphom3t]

oh god can i ask for Mc having a date with Vulgora? (if you have time and want of course) i love how you write btw!!

Why yes of course you may!! I'm a little rusty, so forgive me 😘

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Vulgora stood outside of MC's living quarters, tapping their toes on the marble floor impatiently. Every now and again, they'd hear movement that sounded like their lovely partner was walking towards the door. But no. Once again, mc is taking forever in their pursuit to look "perfect" for their date with the explosive warlord.

Their first date was incredible, but it didn't start out that way. You see, it all started with bread.

----------first date incoming----------

Mc was having a very nice day. They awoke to gently sun rays and birds and a soft warm wind. They then had a delicious breakfast and a relaxing conversation with Asra, who somehow didn't turn the toast to ash or an icecube. Don't ask. Not even Asra knows, in all their infinite wisdom.

Next was a walk to the market to buy a loaf fresh, sweet, mouthwatering, perfect pumpkin bread. Mc had been looking forward to this all week! They had a few extra bucks to spend after paying rent... Asra.

There it was! The break maker and the pumpkin bread and the no lines! Mc made a beeline for the counter. They were a magician on a mission!

But of course Someone just HAD to be running right towards them.

I'm sorry, Running?

Yeah. No.

Vulgora was flooring it, throwing people and obstacles this way and that! They, too, were on a mission. Valdemar, in a desperate attempt to get Vulgora out of they're hair (horns?) bet Vulgora that they didn't have the "fortitude" to confess their feeling for mc and ask them on a date.

Oh, Valdemar... On bread day? It had to be on bread day?!

Mc heard the commotion and turned to see what was up, only to come face to face. Toe to toe. Eye to eye. Nose to nose with Pontifex Vulgora. They were red in the face and their gauntlets were emitting a shivering sound. Vulgora was producing a chittering noise as they stared into the eyes of their greatest battle yet.

Being emotionally vulnerable.

"MC! I-"

"It's bread day."

"Okay.. BUT LISTEN I-"

"...It. Is. Bread day. There is now a LINE for the bread... You have prevented me from getting MY pumpkin bread on BREAD day..."

Vulgora was very confused. " It's just... Bread. Right?

Mc moved in close, "I CHERISH this bread. I will FIGHT for this bread... I stayed awake and did extra readings so I could PAY for this bread." They pulled out their deck of magic cards. "I haven't slept in THREE. DAYS. For this bread. NO IT ISN'T JUST BREAD! HOW FUCKING D A R E YOU CALL THIS PUMPKIN BREAD JUST BREAD!"

Vulgora paused, fighting the urge to lean forward and kiss this bread maniac at their most beautiful After a moment they took a deep breath and yelled out, "I WILL KILL ANYONE WHO GETS IN THE WAY OF ME BUYING MY DATE BREAD!"

The crowd dispersed and Vulgora stomped up to the shaking baker man. "C-can I h-help you?"

"PUMPKIN BREAD! NOW OLD MAN! THIS IS A TIME SENSITIVE ORDER!" Three loaves of pumpkin bread we're instantly thrown into the pontifex's hands and the bread maker stated, full of fear albeit, that they were on the house.

Vulgora stomped back to mc and shoved one of the loaves into their arms.

Mc looked surprised and confused, "Date?" Is all they could manage to spit out before Vulgora grabbed their hand and began dragging them off in the direction of the colosseum.

"DATE. NOW." Vulgora's face was even redder than before, if that's possible. A couple plague beetles crawled out of the gauntlets, annoyed by the sudden shaking and shivering of the shiny metal.

Soon they were at the colosseum and mc was panting, hands on their knees, from trying their best to keep up with their manic kidnapper. Once mc regained their breath, they stood straight with the fullest intention of scolding Vulgora for making them and dropping one of the loaves. But the anger fell quickly.

They were eyeing Vulgora, who was awkwardly extending their hand towards mc with their gauntlets holding a loaf of pumpkin bread in a vice grip, averting their golden gaze towards the stands. Vulgora began to mumble.

"Wergoinonuhdaynuw."

"... What?"

"WergoinonuhDAYNUH!"

"SPEAK UP DAMN IT!"

"WE'RE GOING ON A DATE NOW! OKAY?! SO! YEAH, DEAL WITH IT, BREAD FREAK!"

Mc was flabbergasted. Not because of Vulgora 'asking' them on a date, but because Vulgora was so shy, so insecure about it.

Mc's cheeks began to burn as they took the loaf and broke it in half, giving one side to their date/kidnapper. "Ya know, if you wanted to go on a date, I would have said yes regardless. Thank you for the pumpkin bread though! No lines are best lines!" Mc giggled and took a bite of the sweet, prophecized, blessed, perfectly baked pumpkin bread, immediately 'mmm'ing and 'its so fucking good'ing.

Vulgora watched, in absolute awe. Mc would have gone with them willingly? How can they be so calm about it? Aren't they scared? Did they want to go on a date? Is Vulgora gonna smash?

But all those questions disappeared when mc opened their eyes and smiled so happily at the pontifex, making their way over and kissing their cheek. "This is very sweet, Vulgora. What did you want to do on our date?" Without missing a beat, Vulgora grabbed mc and hugged them with surprising gentleness, giving them a tight squeeze before go.

"I'm gonna give you the grand tour of my armory!" They announced proudly, chest puffed and throat chittering.

"Sounds like fun! You'll have to tell me everything about them and all their stories!"

To say Vulgora was relieved would be a massive understatement. Not only were they relieved, but they were incredibly excited to show off for an audience that seemed even more excited than they did!

Thank you Valdemar, for being annoyed with Vulgora and making this bet.

[miss-kittys-magical-library]

Heart, Mind and Soul

(A Jack x Rin x Roland drabble)

Word Count: 1770

Warnings: a coming out and mentions of polyamory

A/N: While celebrating the arrival of Emma's baby, Jack comes to a happy realization. This is 100% out of order from "Someone Saved My Life Tonight" and its impending sequel. 🤣

“This baby is very..”

“Oh, he's lovely! You’re lovely! Jack, doesn't Emma look lovely?! I know you're very fuck the lot of ya inside. You need me to take some of that from you? Or him?”

“Blimey, Little Bird,” Jerry laughed.

“Sorry! Sorry. Bit of an emotional tornado going on from everyone. I get nervous and manic.”

“Squidgy,” Jack finally managed to finish his sentiment from before. Everyone stared at him, “Well he is! I've no proper contact with kids save Billy, but he’s a teenager. Wasn't exactly in a right way when he came round was I?”

“I've got loads of experience with them,” Roland piped up from his place against the wall. The others seemed to forget he was there. Except Rin.

Rin knew he was vibrating with the sound of gentle chaos that surely emanated from Emma, Jerry and the baby. “Plenty of kids in the traveller community I came from. We all chip in and help,” he spoke softly. His long arms outstretched towards the mother and her infant. “I’d like to hold him if Jack won't.”

Emma’s eyes darted from Rin to her brother. She wasn't full of panic (like Jack), or excitement (like Rin). It was more like confusion over Roland’s place in their life.

Rin felt that her.. well could she say sister-in-law? Sister? They were great friends. Either way, Emma liked Roland. She liked that he teased out the jealous, competitive side of Jack. That he made her brother human. Social. That Roland fit like a strange musical puzzle piece into Jack and Rin’s life together. Rin knew Emma just didn't have the words to ask what was going on.

Jack's body tensed. His nostrils flared as he puffed out his chest. “I'll hold him!” he protested. From his position behind the medium, Emma and Rin noticed a cheeky grin spread along Roland’s face.

“First of all relax,” Emma gently suggested. Jack tried, his shoulders sagged and curved downward. “You can either hold him one of two ways. Like this,” she demonstrated holding the newborn against her shoulder. Her one hand covered his back; the other cupped his head. “Or in your arms this way.” Now she situated the baby cradled in her arms. Not once did he stir or open his eyes.

“Either way you might as well learn both, love. So you can help Em and Jez,” Rin pointed out. “Get the hang of carrying him about, then feeding and changing nappies.”

“Uh, doesn't he need Emma for the feeding?” Jack's question was innocent enough. “And me? Billy’s fourteen. He’ll be round more than I will.”

“C’mon mate, just say you’re scared. I'll take him instead.” Roland stepped towards Emma and everyone else.

Emma made to hand the baby off to Roland, but Jack piped up. “No! He's my nephew! I'll hold him first!” The baby whinged in response, but still no crying.

“Alright, no need for a shout. So touchy. Ok just hold your arms like this,” Roland crossed his arms in front of his body and hugged his elbows. Jack mimicked him. “Now in the crook. That's where his head goes, alright?”

“Yes Daaaddd,” Jack rolled his eyes heavenward and stared up at Roland through the curls that hung over his forehead. He sneered with a lip curled, but it was only playful.

Emma could see the light behind her brother’s eyes as he and Roland looked at one another. She knew that look. The flirtatious, almost bashful one two people who were newly in love- or at least attracted to one another- gave. Other than the fleeting smirk, only Jack's eyes gave him away.

Roland, on the other hand, couldn't seem to hide the affection he held for the other man. His smile was wide and dimpled his cheeks. Yet Emma couldn't tell if it was Jack or Rin he was in love with.

Emma noticed the way Rin seemed blissfully unaware of what was going on between the two men while she curled herself into Jack’s side. Her chin resting against him as the baby was placed in his waiting arms. The way the empath felt about Jack was often spread out around to everyone nearby. An overwhelming sense of calm and warmth would blanket them. Often accompanied by a wild heartbeat and flushed cheeks.

But there's no way she could be unaware, Emma thought to herself. Rin literally absorbed emotions. Was she ignoring it then? Afraid to confront the situation lest she lose Jack or Roland who had been the woman’s oldest, and only, friend.

“That's it. Look at that,” Roland interrupted Emma’s contemplation. “You're a natural, love.”

Even Jerry knitted his brows in confusion. He shrugged as his wife stood beside him. They watched as Rin’s friend joined the couple on the sofa. He settled into Jack the way his girlfriend was. Was it just to get a better look at the baby, or was it more?

Jack, it seemed, was a natural. After the initial shock of actually holding an infant in his arms, his body relaxed immensely. He cradled the head in his hand and realized just how enormous it was in comparison. Or how good the baby smelled.

Jack didn't even know babies smelled good. Or took ragged little breaths in their sleep like a sigh. Or had the soft cheeks that he was now brushing ever so gently with the thumb of his free hand. Then over the bottom lip. His lips.

“I think he's got my mouth,” Jack said in utter fascination. The baby finally opened his eyes and attempted to focus up at the face in front of him. “Oh brilliant!” Jack marveled now. “He's got my eyes! Well, OUR eyes,” including Emma in the statement.

“Technically all babies have those color eyes until they're at least a few months old, then they'll change to a more permanent one.”

“Thank you for that soul crushing spot of information, Rolo.” Jack's eyes rolled again, but he jokingly jabbed him with an elbow. It was totally flirting.

Rin placed her hand on the newborn’s forehead. She closed her eyes and appeared to drift off for a little. “Babies are so emotionally quiet. They need just three things, and they either like you or they don't. You’re in luck, babes. He bloody well adores you.”

Jack felt a lump in his throat. He thought back to the day he and Martin, Emma’s ex and Jack's “lawyer”, were sat together before Jack was taken to hospital. How Martin had told the young man there wasn't much to like about him. Jack's response then was the same as it was right now. Except the tears that unexpectedly slid down his cheeks were happy ones.

“Cheers, mate.” Jack's crooked grin was full of hope. A tear fell on his nephew’s forehead which he quickly tried to wipe away, but Roland beat him to it. Their fingers brushed together; Jack bit his lip. His heart rate picked up.

“Givin’ him a bath already, and ye only just held him a first time, Uncle Jazz..” Roland paused to let that roll off his tongue.

Jack and Rin simultaneously scrunch their noses. Faces screwed up in obvious fake disgust as they stared at their third.

“Absolutely not!”

“Jazz sounds like every musician ever trying to fight each other for the spotlight. No bleeding way. Rather listen to your stupid theremin!”

“Jazz is improvise and-” Roland swallowed his bottom lip and took a breath as the other two just laughed. “Fine! How's Jax?”

“Loads better!” the others exclaimed together.

Rin snaked her hand across Jack's shoulders and lost her fingers in the hair on the back of Roland’s neck. Their attention back on the infant.

Emma’s face began to match her hair with redness. Only because she couldn't stand not knowing what was going on. She wasn't upset or even worried. No, she knew Rin was giving off tendrils of stillness. That Emma would be ok. That everything was ok. She squeezed Jerry’s hand and he whispered in her ear that the little bird was right.

“Alright, who next? Wren? Rolo?” Now Roland’s eyes rolled dramatically. “Maybe Auntie if she's ready?” Jack turned to her.

“Since I am INCREDIBLY turned on watching you hold this baby, hand him to Rol so I can see if it does the same?” She was flirting.

“I’d love to if ye don't mind?”

Jack relented. He handed the baby off to Roland who held him quite expertly in one arm. His other hand free to absently swipe a stray tear on Jack's cheek who leaned into the hand that lingered on his face.

The three of them forgetting where they were. Or weren't? Either way, Roland’s hand cradled the side of Jack's face the way he was the baby’s head. It took little encouragement, and the softest tug, for the men to bring their mouths together in a tender kiss. Jack's hand clinging to Roland’s shirt.

Rin covered Roland’s hand on her boyfriend’s cheek and ended the kiss. She turned his face towards hers, hand tangled up in the wildness of Jack's hair now. Their mouths meshed into one for a few moments before breaking apart. Their foreheads pressed together as they smiled at one another with a knowing glance.

Then Rin leaned around Jack so Roland could bend to kiss her too. Their lips lingered this time with a hint of tongue.

“Jack, is there something you.. You want to tell me? Us?”

“Yeah mate, safe space and all. Scout’s honor.”

Jack heaved a sigh. A contented one as the three people on the sofa all shared secret smiles with one another. The notion being passed amongst them silently. emphatically. That it was the right time to say it out loud.

“Seems I love men and women. And well, guess I've gone and fallen in love with one of each? They’re not making me choose because they are already in love. It’s been working for awhile now.”

“We just never said it out loud till right now,” Rin added.

“It sounds like fecking music to my ears,” Roland almost giggled.

“You don't hate me, do ya Em?” Jack was suddenly worried. Heart again in his throat.

Emma’s face relaxed. She didn't quite understand how it worked. A threesome that lasted into a relationship. What she did know was that Jack looked truly happy. He was as relaxed as the baby in Roland’s arms. How lucky that he was loved by two people instead of just one? That's all that mattered.

“I guess we say welcome to the family!”

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[transsexualhamlet]

sherlock holmes reactions part 4 (?) ive lost count already but unsurprisingly ive grown even more attached to him

using this as the cover image because i made him a playlist. cause im awful

no legit this is gonna need a read more because it's SO LONG SHIHEWIESHEFSHIEWHF

Had three mental breakdowns this week and realized i do in fact kin sherlock motherfucking holmes. this does not bode well for anything in my life mentally I've diagnosed him with so many things

Oh boy lol you want the list I think hes autistic (undisputed honestly) plus also adhd but on top of that there's the manic depression and uhhh the bpd lmao I dont even think that's it those are just. the obvious ones

But yeah man's a fucking mess and a shit person but in the same way as me so 👍

Some highlights I thought were very funny:

watson: we are in fact going to be waltzing into a place where people are Shooting People you do not have your gun. this is a problem

sherlock: don't worry watson I have my trusty stick!

watson: visible pain

This clearly happens like every day or so with them

but yeah there were some really honestly sweet scenes with them at the apartment and why am i getting soft over the crusty man being gay

have you considered tho. have you considered them

have you considered sherlock, who usually only plays absolute garbage on his violin serenading watson to sleep when he was tired and in pain and watson being so fucking in love with the man and waxing poetic about falling asleep to his music and waking up to see him fallen asleep on the couch next to him and oh my god them

They're just really sweet together for such a completely dysfunctional couple so much of the time lol I just. Sherlock being like.

Sherlock half of the time: watson you're fucking stupid. no i won't take care of my personal needs stfu. watson get a goddamn life. watson shut up. watson no one cares about your goddamn opinion. no i need to disturb you in the middle of the night it's for science. hey watson mind if i manipulate mansplain malewife

Sherlock the other half of the time: HELLO SIR YOU ARE MY FAVORITE MAN TO EVER MAN HELLO MAY I SPEND THE REST OF MY DAYS WITH YOU HELLO I WILL DO ANYTHING FOR YOU WE ARE PERFECT MATCHES I LOVE YOU AND I NEED YOU YOURE SO MUCH BETTER THAN ME PLEASE MARRY ME

They're... they certainly are.

ALSO OH MY GOD.

THIS ONE TIME WHEN SHERLOCK WAS JUST PACING AROUND THE ROOM AT 3 AM GOING "IT DOESNT MAKE SENSE >:(((" AND HUDSON LIKE BARGED IN TO COMPLAIN AND THEN WATSON WAS LIKE DUDE YOU GOTTA STOP DOING THIS AND PROCEEDS TO SAY THE LINE "YOU ARE KNOCKING YOURSELF UP, OLD MAN"

BAHGHSFHGRHEWHEWHIFEW

BRB SOBBING

CALLING HIM AN OLD MAN???? KNOCKING HIMSELF UP?? I DONT KNOW WHATS FUNNIER

The main highlight of this part was I have now gotten to see him have a great time watching his homo homie get married

Its so fucking funny.......

I was prepared for a funny reaction by yuumori sherlock's face when he said it lol but. Damn i was really not prepared tbh

watson: I'm engaged!

sherlock: *pained groaning*

watson: do you... not like her?

sherlock: no she's fine she's great you'll be wonderful together bUT I HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE ARE HETEROSEXUAL WATSON DO I HAVE TO MARRY MYSELF THEN WATSON? ARE YOU GOING TO MAKE ME MARRY MYSELF.

watson: yeah... yeah... fair, I feel really bad because you did this whole case and I got a girlfriend out of it and all you got was me leaving you alone fuck man im sorry what are you gonna do without me

sherlock, highly sarcastic: dont worry watson I've always got my handy cocaine! *pulls it out and gets high in front of watson just as he's about to leave*

watson: *in fucking agony*

sherlock: good for you!

I DONT EVEN- THIS SCENE KILLED ME MULTIPLE TIMES OVER WHAT

ITS SO GODDAMN NONCHELANT ABOUT IT SHERLOCK IS JUST LIKE YEAH I WILL IN FACT NOT BE MENTALLY HEALTHY IF YOU ARE NOT WITH ME 24/7 BUT WHATEVER YOU DO YOU /S

I'd like to apologize to watson on sherlock's behalf lmao. man is being a bit too codependent on main

The last thing about sign of four I do need to address is yeah, there's the Horrific Amounts Of Racism in that one and the whiplash hearing it is just ridiculous because they seem to be so knowledgeable in all other areas and fairly... politically correct, taking sherlock's original misogyny as a purposeful character flaw, but then they just mention someone indigenous once and suddenly its all parrotting racist propaganda and just... really awful shit. There's no way I'm gonna speak for the group that just got absolutely hate crimed here but anyone can tell the author just has no clue what he's fucking talking about and it's physically painful.

And I don't know, it's just so bad it seems out of character? Doyle's making these motherfuckers say shit that honestly, Sherlock would know better about. And especially Watson. Come on, you cannot tell me watson is mentally capable of being prejudiced against someone. Please do not make him that way.

I'm not sure how to handle it specifically, or what's the proper way I should handle something like that in a media I otherwise like. Is it ok to say Doyle was clearly a piece of shit on the matter and separate those characters from his bias or is that insensitive?

I don't know, I was Not a fan of it and I'm glad to see they've at least finally shut up about the guy

But anyway yeah, uhhhh onto the short stories because I'm trying to read those before I get to the final problem

Scandal in Bohemia was a fucking ride, first of all, before we even get to Sherlock's girlboss arc we have to discuss how gay the whole situation was and how Doyle's attempt at making them less gay failed spectacularly

Like he's all "ah yes I need to marry off watson and uhhh make sherlock ummmm interact with a woman so they dont look gay" but he does it SO BADLY that it makes them look EVEN GAYER

cause i mean, even the conversation they had about watson getting married back in sign of four was gay af, but how Doyle handled things afterward was in no way straighter.

Cause you know, the man kind of wrote himself into a corner with the fact of Watson narrating these stories. So Watson has to be around to witness them, and to witness Sherlock's own thought process rather privately, so he has to be around sherlock at night, a lot. But trying to come up with a reason for that happening just... it didn't occur to Doyle. He just went. Ah yes this makes sense. And it's Watson just like Sleeping Over At Sherlock's like every other goddamn day and every time his wife leaves town and having them basically still live that cute domestic home life but they have absolutely no excuses for doing it anymore. It's quite funny

Like it was gay already the way they interacted when they officially lived together but it was like, a necessity for them. Now it's not, Watson just comes over because he goddamn wants to, and it's hilarious to me.

LIKE IDK I THINK THEY KIND OF BROKE UP FOR A YEAR OR SO BC OF WATSON GETTING MARRIED AND THEY LIKE DONT HAVE CONTACT WITH ONE ANOTHER BUT ONE DAY WATSON JUST INEXPLICABLY HAS THE URGE TO COME VISIT SHERLOCK ON NO NOTICE AND THEN SUDDENLY THEY ARE TOGETHER NEAR 24/7 AGAIN LIKE BARELY ANYTHING CHANGED AHIEHOEWH

SIT DOWN AND TRY TO TELL ME THOSE ARE NOT HOMOSEXUALS

Watson walks in on no fucking notice after a full year and Sherlock is just. In the middle of some experiment obviously but hes like

Sherlock, carrying around unidenfiable chemical mixtures: W A T S O N you look good you look good! i see you've gained seven pounds!!

watson: uh. thanks??? Hey lol *awkwardly waves* Uh um Wanted to Uhm sEe you

Sherlock: ABOUT gODDAMN TIME AND YES WONDERFUL LOOK LOOK SIT DOWN I HAVE THINGS TO INFODUMP ABOUT

watson: :) ok :) *turns to camera* and we were back to the old days

sherlock: makes a deduction

watson: wowwwwwwwwwwww !! so true bestie !!

sherlock: !!!!!!!!! :))) !!!!! :))) uh fuck im supposed to be smooth Its Elementary Lol

watson: *turns to camera* when i stroke his ego like this and compliment him he blushes like a girl like i just complimented his dress so i do it more because he likes it. this is a homie trait

watson: well i should probably get going! my wife will notice that i am gone my dear buddy bro homie!

sherlock: NO DONT LEAVE IM LOST WITHOUT YOU (pretty much a direct quote lol) your. wife doesn't. get back home until monday. I know this because I am smart and definitely have not been stalking you.

watson: alright :)))))

AND THEN HE FUCKING SLEEPS OVER LMAO FUCKING HOMOS

So yeah they're right back where they were before pretty much and there's a case bc of course there is

And honestly I think this short story specifically was so insane mostly just because of how absolutely fast it all went. Yuumori kind of made me believe the original Irene Adler was more of an important character than she really is? And I think that's. Honestly so funny. Motherfucker shows up for ten pages, girlbosses her way around town, and changes sherlock's entire opinion of the female gender while still keeping him gay?

LIKE NO LOL SHES NOT IN ANY WAY A LOVE INTEREST AND WATSON GOES OUT OF HIS WAY TO SPECIFY THE FACT THAT IN NO WORLD WOULD THEY HAVE BEEN ROMANTICALLY INVOLVED BECAUSE. SHERLOCK. DIDN'T DATE WOMEN.

HE WAS JUST??? SO IMPRESSED AND SHELL SHOCKED BY HER EXISTENCE HE DECIDED IT WAS TIME FOR GIRLBOSS APPRECIATION DAY TODAY AND ALL DAYS HENCEFORTH???

AND THEY HAVE LIKE O N E INTERACTION?? God, the power this woman(?) has. Watson looks at her once like. damb shawty 😳 and she's like "no<3" and he's like FUCK

Like yeah it's pretty much just the king walking up like "help girl the whore is blackmailing me" and sherlock being like "ok lol this will be easy" and then it proceeded to not in fact be easy or even possible

sherlock like... posed as a dead body and tried to get her to give up the location of the photo but she out-acted him and skipped the town the next day after doing the 'good night mr. sherlock holmes' thing with sherlock completely tricked

and she just. sends a letter like "dear sherlock holmes. you're a fucking idiot and i think it's funny that you lost. nice job tho mad respect" and sherlock just SHORT CIRCUITS

the king comes back a bit later like "hey Dude where's my Photo" and sherlock's like oh yeah uhhhhhhhhhhh about that and the king is like HOW COULD IT POSSIBLY HAVE BEEN THAT GODDAMN HARD i would have dated someone more noble if she wasn't so pretty i swear im on a whole different level from her

and then. GIRLBOSSIFIED SHERLOCK HOLMES RESPONDS "from what I have seen of the lady, she seems indeed to be on a very different level from your majesty" ABSEHHESHEFHHFES ROASTED

and the dude just LEAVES

After that I read a few more of the short stories and well the highlights I got from that pretty much were these conversations

Watson: sherlock. honey. have you. eaten anything today

Sherlock: IT DIDNT OCCUR TO ME DEAR WATSON

Watson: ITS FIVE PM

and:

Sherlock: *having one of his Moment Moments at three in the goddamn mornig* GRRRR CRIME ISNT WHAT IT USED TO BE

Watson: MY DEAR SHERCOCK WHAT IS CRIME S U P P O S E D TO BE LIKE ACCORDING TO YOU

Sherlock: no one's original anymore fucking copycats

Watson: so you want the criminals to make things harder for you specifically.

Sherlock, exasperated: yes!

I love them your honor.

[karsonisnot]

This was written at like 1 am, so sorry if its bad skdjrjrkel

A hero fallen.

It has been about 3 weeks since Tommy had been in the prison. And he was done. He had just kinda given up that point. It clearly wasn't gonna happen, as much as he might have wished.

He layed back in the grass, huffing hard. He didn't understand why the plan didn't work. He had planned everything down to perfection. The plan was supposed to start actually taking effect a couple of days ago. But he guessed you can't really count on anything happening anymore.

He crossed his legs, one foot perched on the other. Arms crossed across his chest, and accepted the plan as a no go. He silently cursed himself out, wondering what he could have done differently. 

He was so lost in his own thought, he didn't even hear the footsteps approaching him from behind. 

It wasn't until a shadow cast over him that he came back to reality. It took him a moment to realize who the person staring at him from above was, but once he did, he flooded with joy and excitement.

"...Wilbur?" 

"No. Its fucking technoblade." Wilbur said, rolling his eyes. 

Tommy quickly got up, which caused wilbur to jolt backwards. His trenchcoat pulled back with him as he almost lost balance, causing Tommy to slightly laugh.

"So, how's it been here?" Wilbur said, choosing to forget what just happened and putting an elbow on Tommy's shoulder.

"It's been… interesting. Turns out most people don't like it when the dead come back to life."

"Go figure."

Tommy had realized soon after getting out that most people didn't care that he died. Him, the hero who ended dreams reign of terror with the help of everyone. Forgotten.

"So" Wilbur continued,"have you made up your mind?"

"Absolutely. Let's do it."

"Well in that case...is it time to start the plan?"

Tommy looked over the view once more. Taking it in, before he became the next horror show.

"I'm ready as ever."

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2 DAYS LATER

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

They had their plan fine tuned by now. They knew who their first target was. But first, the show.

Tommy walked into what was officially dubbed the hotel area. There was some type of party going on at the big innit hotel devised by Jack. Everyone was there.

Pathetic.

He found his way on top of the boo and bee inn. He wanted to make a scene. And he knew exactly what to do. 

He set up a bell, and rang it. Loudly. Getting everyone's attention inside. 

"HEY, EVERYONE, GET OUT HERE, I HAVE IMPORTANT NEWS."

He saw some people roll their eyes and go back to talking, but the majority of them came outside, most purely out of interest of what the boy was doing. 

He surveyed the crowd. Puffy, sam, tubbo, ranboo, Sam nook, and some others he just didn't give a fuck about. He also saw the egg empire roll up, most likely hearing the commotion and wanting to see what was going on.

Perfect. 

"Listen up. I have news. You know the thing about wilbur being revived? Well, I ran into him in the forest a few days ago. Guys. Hes… he's here."

He saw the wave of shock and horror hit the crowd. A low murmur set over the outside. While the people inside all of a sudden sparked interest on what was going on after seeing the reaction. 

He didn't, however, expect a question so soon.

"Why the fuck wasn't this reported, like, immediately." He heard Sam say.

All of a sudden, Tommy dropped the act. His face dropping the concern to a more… darker one. Sam's eyes showed concern. 

"Oh… you wanna know why?"

"Uhm… yeah. Being the head of the prison and all."

Tommy moved to the front of the roof. The air thickening around him. He smiled.

"You see. When I was dead. I had a lot of time to… reflect. On everything. But I wasn't alone. You see, I had a friend up there. One who shared in pain. One who wanted the same thing I did. Revenge. So naturally, we discussed a lot. And we came to a conclusion. Why not give the pain back?"

From behind him, Wilbur appeared seemingly out of nowhere. The crowd got frantic, none of them prepared for a fight seeming as none of them expected this. He saw the people who even considered to be his friends start to panic. The people inside were even starting to freak out. 

He loved the sight. 

"LISTEN UP. None of you are safe. We will make sure your day of judgement comes in the most harsh way possible. You only have yourselves to blame for what's coming. You will regret e v e r causing pain to us."

Tommy looked at Wilbur, who was smiling maddenly at him. He too, was loving the show they were putting on. But unfortunately. It was time to close the thing down. 

But there is no finale without a bang. 

All of a sudden, Wilbur held a bomb trigger up, and with no hesitation he clicked the button, while staring into the crowd's soul. 

Several loud bangs went off everywhere. The whole town here near the hotels, snow chester, every single landmark of importance. All blowing up with a single push. 

Everyone was officially freaking out, trying to figure out where the explosions were happening. All of them were terrified, trying to grasp what just happened. 

And when they finally remembered who caused it, they looked at the roof, and both culprits were gone. 

The new reign of terror was upon them. The hero had fallen. And the manic had risen.

[bangtancentricsblog]

○ souleater ○

➣ he didn’t only eat souls he broke hearts too

❒ pairing: jung hoseok x reader

❒ genre: angst

❒ alternative universe: soul eater (anime), college

❒ rating: NC 17

❒ word count: 2.1 k

warnings/disclosures: meisters yoongi, mc and namjoon, death weapons jungkook, hoseok, jimin and taehyung, meister teacher seokjin, nothing too bad that I can think of but let me know if I missed anything!

monster mash ml • main ml • AO3

some quick vocab for my non anime fans:

kishin - is a human who has hunted too many good souls thus possessing a vast amount of dangerous destructive power

meister (i.e. mc) - essentially the 'hero', the one who fights the battles with their death weapon partners the first half of a weapons meister duo.

death weapon (i.e. hoseok) - a human who can take form of traditional weapons the second half of a weapons meister duo.

DWMA - death weapon meister academy in the soul eater anime is a 'hero' school that teaches it's students how to help keep the world in order.

“Hoseok is such a dick.” the blonde two rows back says.

“For a weapon he’s pretty full of himself. I heard he’s got a crush on his meister.” another adds as heat floods your face. Hoseok in love with you? No you couldn’t believe that, not Hoseok, you were only partners you reasoned. The whispers of that particular group grew louder still as more girls joined in adding to the already ongoing conversation. You had never cared what people thought of you and Hoseok, more so because you were a strong pair, ranked in the top three of the academy. Besides yourself there was Yoongi and Jungkook, followed by Namjoon, Jimin and Taehyung. All of whom were close friends and none that had ever given the vaguest hint that Hoseok had harbored any type of feelings for you.

Though the same couldn't be said for yourself, because how could you not? He was bright and your wavelengths had been so compatible it’d almost been like fate that you two be weapon and meister. In fact he’d been the one to approach you the first day of classes, a decision neither of you had regretted since. And yet you had gone and fallen in love with him like some normal love sick teenager and not one of the top three meisters in the DWMA. You had come to this school to create a death scythe, falling in love had not been in the plan. Yet here you were, Jungkook nudged you a furrow to his brow as he did.

“Do you think Jin will be here today?” he asks.

“Why?”

“I didn't do the homework and I’m thinking of skipping.” you weigh your answer for the briefest of moments before answering.

“I saw him earlier so now would be a great time to leave.” you say with a grin that sets jungkook off, he’s not sure whether to believe you. So he decided he’s going to skip anyway, he’s hopping out of his seat startling a yelp from Yoongi a row behind you as he sees his partner zip down the stairs of the amphitheater.

“Jungkook, thank you for volunteering!” Jin says with a laugh placing both hands on his shoulders and turning him to face the class. The room erupts into snickers, even you laugh at the betrayal etched into his pretty features.

*

You’re studying with Namjoon, Jimin and Taehyung as you’ve been giving study hall now that you have become fourth years. The earlier conversation between those girls plagues your mind, and not for the first time you question your relationship with Hoseok. He’s not a bad guy so you’re not entirely sure what it was those girls were talking about. Maybe it’s because he stuck out, but then they would talk about your whole group because truth be told you eight were an odd bunch. Namjoon and his two weapon partners Jimin and Taehyung, Yoongi the reserved yet overpowered and Jungkook the quirky usually quiet but troublesome and then there was your peculiar relationship with Jin your teacher.

Jimin has been staring at you since you’ve started clicking your pen, the pensive look you have says it all as you continue to do so even as Taehyung calls your name softly. He’s sure your thinking about the conversation between your classmates earlier which to him is dumb because eww Hoseok. But he knows that gross lovesick puppy look that flashes across your eyes is proof that you are indeed still in love with him. He glances at Namjoon who hasn't noticed that the three of you had stopped working, then to Taehyung who meets his gaze eagerly.

“___, honey please stop.” Jimin says an overly sweet tone filling your ears and pulling you from your thoughts.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you.” you mumble tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear.

“What’s bothering you?” Taehyung chimes in a tone so genuine Jimin wants to gag.

“Nothing, just y'know, the usual.” you laugh softly feeling your stomach drop.

“Is it Hoseok again?” Jimin asks.

“I wouldn’t say it is, but i wouldn't say it isn't either.”

“What about him then?” Taehyung says, taking your hand in his.

“I don't know.”

“We’re not doing that.” Jimin says brows pinched together.

“I’m sorry.” you murmur pulling your hand from Taehyung’s. Jimin can feel his anger build but not at you, never at you because you’re his soft sweet friend that he loves to death. His anger is directed at that idiot hoseok who he knows is a total ass but your poor baby heart can’t help but like. Again eww, Jungkook would be a better candidate for those feelings he thinks staring long and hard as you tuck stray curls behind your ears. God your cute, any stinky boy at your school would be lucky to have you and you want Hoseok of all people.

“Is it because of what those girls said?” Taehyung says reaching for your hands again, an annoying habit of his that you don’t seem to mind too much.

“Does Hoseok, I mean do you think h-he might like me?”

“Don’t worry about trivial things like that, Hoseok is your friend.” Namjoon adds scaring Jimin who had forgotten he was there.

“So you don't think so? Should I ask him out or something?”

“Definitely not, Hoseok is weird about things like that. Just stick to the norm if Hoseok likes you, he’ll tell you.” Namjoon says calmly flashing you a smile as he picks up.

“Okay, thanks Joonie. Where are you going?”

“I’m done studying, so I’m going home. I expect you two to actually finish your work before you do the same.”

“Don’t say it like that, if anything Taehyung is the one who should get the warning!” Jimin says with a huff. You laugh as the two boys argue amongst themselves over who is most likely to take the class over again. All thoughts of Hoseok gone for the time being.

*

It’s been weeks of Hoseok literally avoiding you at every possible turn. He skips class, eats lunch at odd times, he doesn’t come home till you’re asleep, and only talks to your friends when you’re not around. It’s annoying to say the least, mostly because he’s never acted this way before. But on the other hand he’s been the talk of the school girl giggling amongst themselves, boys sneering at the mere mention of him, even teachers have his name on their lips. You’ve reached your limit and no amount of Jimin and Taehyung talking you down can stop you. You’re hurt, mostly because Hoseok was your friend, and you can't think of a reason that he’d do something like this.

Unfortunately you don’t have the luxury to confront him as easily as you had hoped. This weird phase between you lasts another couple of weeks because try as you might Hoseok is really good at hiding. Something you ever thought you’d have to learn because he’d never hidden from you, from the boys maybe but not you. So imagine your surprise when you get the chance to hunt down another keishan, making it his 87th keishan soul only 12 away from a witch’s. Thirteen in total till he could become a death scythe, only thirteen till you’d have to say goodbye to him forever. Just because you wouldn’t be partners anymore didn’t mean you couldn’t be friends, you reasoned, shaking the thoughts from your mind as you walked along the lone path through the forest of a neighboring town.

The moon shone down on you eerily, casting shadows across the dirt, almost like little pockets of light to show you the way. The silence was unsettling, the thicker of leaves and branches that hung overhead enough of a sign that this forest should’ve been filled with wildlife. And yet not a single sound, not an owl's hoot, not a crickets chirp, not even the slight breeze made a sound. A chill raced up your spine as you stopped catching Hoseok’s attention as he moved to stand beside you.

“What’s wrong?”

“Something is off, I’m not sure but I don’t like this Hobi.” You murmured, taking his hand. To anyone else you’d seem like any normal young adult, you, a frightened little thing while your boyfriend reassured you that everything was okay, only you weren’t. You were holding Hoseok’s hand not for reassurance but to better your chances of not missing your target when they appeared, and if you were right then they’d be coming at you any second now.

As if on queue they come barreling at you from above, a manic look in their eyes. You’d called Hoseok’s name softly, calmly, while dodging the first few swipes of their long arms. Hoseok had taken the queue easily transforming to his weapon form, the rapier now sat perfectly in your palm. Hoseok was a beautiful specimen in human form but his weapon form was just as beautiful. A sleek silver blade, with an intricately detailed golden hilt, the weight rested comfortably in your palm.

You sighed as the keishan stood and watched as you stood stock still a little miffed that it caught the corner of your duster cardigan, because it was new! The boots you wore were caked in mud but that could be washed out you supposed.

“Hey are you gonna do something about that thing or what?”

“Shut up Hoseok.” You sighed again because you really didn’t wanna be here right now. But a job was a job you guessed as you planted your feet firmly on the ground narrowing your gaze as it sprinted towards you. You hated these things especially when they moved this fast, this was gonna be a mess you thought finally pushing off the ground and charging towards it.

*

Hoseok is pleased he didn’t really have to get too involved in this job because as strong as you were you could be really clumsy. But he liked how efficient you were when taking down your foe. The soul of the keishan sat there waiting for him to eat it, and he usually wouldn’t hesitate but there was something bothering him about this, mostly you. You’d been unusually quiet this hunt, almost pensive if he had to say so. So he wanted to know what it was that was bothering you, he reasoned grasping the soul while turning to look at you.

You were crouched over some wild mushroom, back facing him because you claimed it grossed you out to see him eat the souls. He agreed because not all of them tasted great, but he digressed.

“What’s wrong?” He starts just to break the ice.

“Nothing why? Are you done yet, cause I wanna go home I’m tired.” You mutter, pulling up the mushrooms trying to recall if they were edible or not.

“Yeah.” He sighs, quickly shoving the soul into his mouth, chewing once, then twice before swallowing. This one hadn’t been as gross as the last one. The texture was nice, almost as good as a medium rare steak he thought as he waits for you to stand. Except you don’t, you’ve stopped playing with the mushrooms and just sit quietly.

“Hoseok, can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Do you like me?” He’s frozen, his head quirked slightly really letting your question settle in.

“Of course I like you, we’re partners.” He says, wetting his lips.

“No, I mean more than friends. Do you like, like me?”

“Why does that matter? We’re partners and I like you but, but not like that.” You say nothing, finally standing to your full height. His hands are clammy as you turn to look at him, eyes wide and glassy. He can see the tears that pool at your lash line, your lip trembles as you let out a choked half sob half laugh. He feels bad, because he didn't want to do this to you. Had never meant to break your poor loved up heart this way, because Hoseok loved you like a friend and would rather hurt himself than hurt you.

“I knew that, I mean it’s obvious why would you like me right?”

“I never said that.”

“It’s okay Hoseok I understand, you don’t need to explain.” you say and he wants to hug you close and make sure you understand that it’s really not you but him. He steps closer ready to embrace you, but you step back hands out to keep him from coming any closer.

“Let’s go home.” you mutter with a watery smile turning on your heel and making your trek back to your dorm with the broken pieces of your heart in hand.

[sukunas-play-thing]

Tomura Shigaraki x Oc Insert!

Warning ⚠️: Angst, gore, slight mention of sex. Enjoy! :)

"If it makes you happy. Then I won't fight it."

It was ominous. The surrealness of it all. How she peered towards the chaos that once was a great city filled with people, villains and heroes alike. Now up in Smoke. The smell of blood filled her nose as she scrunched her face in disgust. The sounds of distant screams and people grieving rung through her ears like an air raid siren. Deafening.

Her Hazel eyes scanned the surrounding landscape. Seeing a mother and her child attempt to flee the area, before Toga came down on them. Killing the mother and child. Her manic laughter almost made Selim smile. But deep down her heart felt more sadness. Her eyes weren't filled with the excitement when the plan was set in motion. Her face fell into that of one whose already lost a battle within oneself. And sorrow soon filled her being.

This isn't what she thought she wanted.

She watched on rubble as she observed Togas glee filled dance as she consumed the blood of her victims, saving some for later. If only Selim knew that later will never come, for she saw in the midst of the chaos, a shadow lingering in the smoke from a crumbling building appeared.

Clad in black, the lanky male she had found herself smitten and so in love with appeared, regardless of what dread she felt, in the moment her heart fluttered like that of a school girl seeing her crush.

But this man was no crush. But Her lover. It had been 4 years since she had left her old life behind, since she left U.A. and joined the League. 4 years of mistrust, anger, finding oneself to make adifference in the world. Leaving her family home, if her mother hadn't gone from this world, then maybe Selim would've had a different outlook on life.

Maybe even continue on to becoming a hero her mother desperately wanted, for father was never the Hero they needed.

Selim so lost in thought, found her view of the burning city blocked from herself, her eyes soon traveled up the chest and found herself staring back at a vacant hand and blue hair.

Her smile grew, even if It wasn't on purpose. Of course it would never be on purpose for her to subconsciously smile at the man before her. The hand was removed, and soon peered into Ruby red eyes.

"Tomura." Her voice broke saying his name. Maybe she was confused.

She understood his goal. To destroy everything once and for all. For 4 years he spoke of it. Long before Redestro. The MLA. Overhaul. They were all pawns to help Tomura level up is all.

But was it really?

Was she blinded by childish love? Blinded by Society and what they demanded of those in it?

"I have something for you my pet."

Her eyes snapped back to his sickly pale face, and on instict her eyes traveled down to his right hand, he was holding something.

Pinky out, and all for the world to see, the head of her father.

The once mighty Beast Hero. Dead.

She would've seen it as Justice finally served for her, if her heart hadn't of felt more dread. She didn't say a peep. Her voice had left her again, and Tomura took her silence as unhappiness.

His smile fell all too quickly before she even registered it herself, and he tossed the head away from them.

"I will destroy everything. Once and for all."

And as quick as smoke in the wind. He was gone. Why destroy it all? There's nothing left to destroy.

Her legs began moving, following. Why? Even she couldn't answer that. A lump formed in her throat, as hot tears stung her dirty face. Deep down she knew this would happen, yet still. She choose to stay. To support him.

Like a bandit making out with treasure, Tomura seeked out his new victims. She watched in silent horror as Tomura soon began turning on the League. Compress, decayed and a pile of nothing. Toga, her eyes once showed excitement, turned cold with dread. her body language showed the fear. She fought back. "Tomura-kun. Y-you said we were an exception-". Decayed and a pile of nothing.

One by one he tracked down the members, one by one she watched as she choked her screams as Dabi, and Spinner were torn apart by Tomura's Quirk.

One by one, her heart finally shattered. Each piece representing the members he so ruthlessly killed without mercy. He turned to her in his manic crouching position, his hands covered in their blood.

His smile, crule and cold. His eyes staring back at her.

She knew this day would come. And yet she choose to stay.

He stood, walking towards her as if he was the Hunter, and she his prey.

She knew, that even with all they all had been through together, they never helped his itch. Not even her. Her soft Hazel eyes, her welcoming touches, her breathy moans and gasps. Hands desperately tugging his hair as he would bring her sweet release.

Not even her, could help his itch.

She found herself planted as he grew nearer. She could run. She could fight back.

But she never moved, never wavered. Feet planted. Because she knew deep down. It was bound to happen.

Her head fell, hair covering her eyes and she waited, time seemed to have stopped, the only sounds she can hear is his footsteps stopping before her. It was all too much for her.

Finally looking up, the expression he wore was hard to read. Fight. Before he kills you.

Everything building, all the noise coming back everything rushing at her so fast she could barely hear the desperate cries battling within, heart beating so fast it could burst. Tears flowing by the second before finally.

"It's okay." She said, throat scratchy and unraveling her deepest fear. Her fists loosened, her shoulders slack, the tears stopped falling. Her courage finally came, able to look upon his face.

For she knew it could quite possibly be the last beautiful thing she will see.

"You can do it. And it won't change a thing, Tomura."

She stared into his eyes. Lip quivering. But not of fear.

"You can do it, and it would still not change how I feel about you." She choked back a sob.

"Just know that I am sorry. And I wish. I-I wish I could've been there for you sooner. Everyday- I wished to change the past. So you can be happy."

His gaze never faltered as he let her speak. His hand twitching, staring down at her small frame. She felt at peace. Seeing in her peripheral, His hand moved towards her but she never stopped looking into his eyes.

"If it will make you happy."

His hand moved closer.

"Then I won't fight it."

She closed her eyes. Heart a soft hum, mind clearer than it had been for what seemed like ages. She waited for impact, is it supposed to be quick? Has he done it and that she was truly in the dark?. Never to see his face again?

Never to hear his soft chuckles? Before watching him turn away with a slight blush on his face?. Never have pillow talk of their lives and his past? To give him the comfort he desperately clung to?.

She felt something wrap around the back of her neck, before being forced into a warm chest, another arm snaked around her waist pulling her into the tightest, most secure hug she had ever felt before. Her body limp, she let herself be held, hearing soft warm breaths hit her bare neck, she found herself sobbing.

Uncontrolled tears fell hotter than before, her sobs became loud cries, her tears staining Tomura's bloodied black shirt.

Truth be told she didn't want to die. She wanted to grow old, live a life she desperately clung to. with him.

To wake up next to his peaceful face.

She found strength in her body to move her arms to wrap around his neck, her hands finding themselves tangled in his locks. Was Selim relieved? To be spared from his decay? Or relieved to know he did still have humane intentions?

Was she being selfish to expect him to go against what he truly wanted?.

Even for a little while longer, they can stay like this.

While the world burned.

I seen a couple people have theories that Tomura could very possibly when it comes to him hitting his goal of destroying everything that he would eventually destroy the League as well. And thought it'd be great idea to write about.

Hope you guys enjoyed it. Wrote it while listening to Harry Potter Ost Lily's theme.

I think I could get used to some angsty. Idk if I did good though lol .

- mel

[sleepysugabear]

Bonus: Spa Day Outtake

The Spa Day was . . . a lot. J-Hope flashed some cash and traded in on his idol status to get you, he and Jimin the full luxury package on almost no notice. Yoongi opted to stay behind, even while sighing at his apparently ruined manicured hands (they looked softer than yours, but okay).

But after an hour of J-Hope and Jimin, you understood why he didn't come.

J-Hope chattered away, mostly in Korean, only occasionally trying to translate his words. Jimin took his best stab at it, but you always got the feeling he was leaving things out or adding things on as they suited him.

“He want to know if you are feel better.”

“Yes.”

“He want to know if you like mash- mess-

“Massage? Yes.”

“He think you should wear towel. Only. All day.”

“Does he really?” You raised a questioning brow and received a mischievous smirk in reply.

J-Hope worked that one out and punched Jimin's shoulder, starting an epic battle of who can annoy who the most that lasted throughout their mani/pedis. Both smiling sweetly, they poked, prodded, and spread stolen lotion on each other's faces, each getting more violent and manic, and only ending when some splashed water from the foot tub ended up in the technicians face. Although they were both gravely apologetic, you were certain it was Jimin's little puppy face that won the woman over.

When the time came for your massage, you were almost afraid to disrobe, thinking Jimin might walk in, until you heard what was obviously a raucous towel fight coming from the other room. You were almost nude and on the table when someone else interrupted.

“Can you control your brothers?” A harried masseur popped his head into the room. He looked pointedly away from you, but you still scrambled to tighten your robe. “You know, we normally don't allow minors into the spa at all. You must have given quite a tip.”

“They're in their twenties.” You smirked for some reason. “And they're not my brothers.”

The man's head jerked toward you, and his eyes widened for a moment before he slipped them away.

“Of course they're not. I'm so sorry. Someone said they have a sister, who obviously isn't you. I was hoping  . . . ”

Your heart clenched for a moment; they had called you their sister. Logic responded by reminding you that they knew no other word for you, and the true meaning was likely lost in translation.

“I apologize for the inconvenience. If they're disturbing you, I'll have them removed as soon as I find their guardian.”

You laughed then. “Again, they're in their twenties. Not children, although they act like it. JIMIN! J-HOPE!”

The giggling from the other room ceased immediately.

“THIS MAN ALMOST SAW ME NAKED BECAUSE HE WANTED ME TO MAKE YOU BEHAVE!”

Some murmuring occurred and then, “WHA!!! Nono nonono NONONO. SORRY! SO SORRY!”

“IF YOU CAN'T STOP, THEY WILL MAKE US ALL LEAVE.”

More apologies flooded through the walls, followed by absolute silence.

“They should be good now,” you mused. “You'll have to excuse them, they've been cooped up for three days, and they're really used to expending more energy. I'm not sure why they didn't settle down when you asked them to, though. They're usually well-mannered, unless they get carried away.”

The masseur's back tensed. “I wasn't aware they spoke English. And you said you didn't know them.”

“I said they're not my brothers. As you yourself noticed, I'm not Korean enough. But maybe you should have tried just talking to them first and seeing how they reacted.” He didn't respond, so you added on, “And, by the way, they're the ones leaving 'quite the tip,' so maybe cut them some slack, eh?”

The rest of your visit was uneventful. After your massage, you met the stoic pair outside the couple's room they'd been in, where they mumbled apologies to their feet and bowed low before you. They glanced up in unison to see your best stern mother glare. Together, their knees hit the floor, and they literally begged for forgiveness in what you presumed to be a traditional Korean manner.

The corner of your lip twitched. You couldn't hold it in much longer. The combination of ridiculousness and discomfort from their avowed subservience bubbled up in your belly and came out as a braying laugh.

“Oh, my god. Stand up! Please!” You wiped tears from your eyes as they looked up in contrite confusion.

“We want to make you happy . . .” J-Hope began.

“But we get you in trouble,” Jimin finished.

“You are big sister. We disrespect you.”

“They go to your room and see you . . . naked.” He whispered the last word.

“Because us.”

“Almost. I said he almost saw me naked. Besides, it's their job. If he had given my massage, he would have seen more than he did.”

“Nonono!” They cried in unison.

You smiled fondly down at the tops of their heads. “Adorable,” you whispered under your breath. “Please stand up, and I will forgive you.”

They hesitated.

“If you buy me a haircut.”

They both immediately jumped up and hugged you between them. Bargaining and compensation were clearly essential to the make up process.

In the end, they didn't stop there. You received a full cut and dye job in the color of your choice, blow-out, styling, and a gentle facial—so your skin wouldn't be agitated by the makeup they put on, partially against your will. Girly wasn't your aesthetic, but J-Hope was so excited by the idea of a real-life Barbie makeover, you couldn't turn it down.

You felt very . . .delicate for the first time since high school Prom, and really out of sorts in your usual jeans and t-shirt. It couldn't be helped though, and when you saw yourself in the mirror, you commended the staff for keeping that in mind. You didn't look like you were going to a dance, maybe dancing, out for a night with your friends. It wasn't you. Still, you let Jimin carry your hoodie for you as you made your way to dinner.

[the-fiction-witch]

Talking

REAL LIFE:  COUPLE: TBS X READER

RATING: CREEPY

Writers Notes: Hi you guys! been ages since I chatted but anyway got some amazing new stuff coming soon as my TDC DVD is on its way so more Newt will be coming soon I am also in my last few college weeks so I will be coming to this almost full time and opening commisions full time too, I am sorry for being so odd with my posting lastly stuffs been kinda manic but I wrote this one because...oddly enough this is a re-occurring dream I keep having this exact thing happening, so I wrote it down if you think its anything do send me a mssage or anything as always X

Y/N POV:

I sat up in bed when I heard a voice and I saw Thomas sat at the end of the bed 

“Yes master” he mumbles 

“Thomas? who are you talking too?” I ask

“No...not today” He mutters

“Thomas?” I asked getting out of bed he was just sat in the dark with his eyes shut looking at the open bedroom door “are you up?” I ask 

“No master...I shall return to sleep now” He mutters before getting up and walking into the doorway and then turning around getting into bed under the covers and slightly snoring

“Thomas?” I ask lightly shoving him

“Uhh?” he asks

“where you wake just now?” I ask him

“No...You woke me up” he groans “I’ve been asleep since you came to bed with me honey bug” he mumbles sitting up a little 

“you sure?” I ask and he nods trying to snuggle back into bed “Okay...” I shrug going back to bed with him maybe it was just a spooky dream or something...

TIMESKIP:

this didn't stop...he keeps doing this almost every night sitting and talking with...nothing it kinda scared me a little even shutting the door or sleeping on him didn't make any difference he still did it so much I moved us up the other end of the bed further away from the door and put him on the inside so he was next to the wall but still

“Tommy? what are you doing up?” I ask as I saw him sat cross-legged on the bottom corner off our bed he didn't answer “Thomas come back to bed” I told him 

“I can’t” he answered...in a voice that didn't sound his own like another voice was on top of his own

“Why not? thomas whats going on?” I ask him

“she’s important to me,” he said again not to me but the empty dark doorway 

“I don’t understand...who’s important?” I ask but he just got up still not looking at me

“I have to go” He answered still a voice unlike his own and wondered out the bedroom into our pitch black flat...Thomas never goes into the flat at night he hates it...especially without turning the lights on so I got out off bed following him out into the flat grabbing a little torch I looked around for a couple minutes and I saw a figure in the living room...just standing there so I shone my light and it was Thomas just stood looking out the window 

“Thomas? what are you doing?” I ask him moving my little light to his face as he turned to me he looked like he had just woke up very confused and sleepy

“Wha- why...why am I out here?” he asked his voice sounding normal

“You wondered off,” I told him 

“I- I did?” he asks 

“Come on...come back to bed,” I told him so he slowly took my hand and came back to bed...nothing seemed wrong at all “who were you talking to?” I ask him

“Talking? I- I don’t know...I don't even remember getting out of bed” He told me

“Okay... get some rest, we’ll figure it out in the morning,” I told him so he gave me a tiny kiss and happily fell back asleep 

TIMESKIP:

I woke to the cold around me so I looked around the room was like ice and Thomas was gone and the bedroom door open even though I locked it so I rushed out of bed into the darkness of our flat... nothing, and still so cold till I saw some light..moonlight and the sound of curtains flickering in wind I saw the balcony doors open I went closer and saw Thomas blindly climbing the bars

“THOMAS!” I scream ...

THOMAS’ POV:

I laid half asleep listening to the simple little sounds...the tap dripping in the kitchen, the cat stepping across the carpet by the end of our bed till I heard a little giggle I thought I was dreaming but it sounded like y/n not like the other person I kept seeing in my dreams

“Hehehe Tommy” I heard I sat up it was y/n in a long flowing dress she stood a little far away from me her hair down with cute little braids bitting her nail a little all giggly we where somewhere I didn't know, green and bright little sounds of water, wind through the tree’s, birds chirping and a hypnotic music from somewhere I kept looking around we where in a forest till she moved my head back to l look at her

“what’s going on?” I ask her my voice sounding echoy and strange

“Aren't you coming” she giggled giving me a very passionate lusty kiss before she got up wondering off so I got up from the ground slowly following her through the tree’s and ivy “Come on Thomas” she giggled so I kept following her even if I kept losing her in the tree’s I kept hearing sounds around me as the sound of water got louder the more I followed her till I saw her again stood by some rocks near a sharp edge the gap so small like a door way though the tree’s as soon as I got there the air became so cold, my feet hitting the cold rocks as I followed her she stood slipping off her dress leavng her in a tiny little swim suit that hardly really covered anything she blushed as she turned to see me looking at her

“What are you doing?” I ask her confused but not wanting her to stop as I heard giggly and many different familiar voices calling me she smiled pulling my hand to the edge as we climbed up the rocks, it was a waterfall and below a beautiful crystal blue cove full of girls all my ex-girlfriends...or any girl I had ever really felt attracted too sat on rocks by the water waving and calling me

“they’ve been waiting for you” Y/n smiled “Unless you’d rather just....stay up here with me” she smirked 

“Well, of course, I would rather stay with you y/n” I tell her going to kiss her and she giggled as the girls below dissipated

“Come on then” she smiled standing on the very edge of the rocks “jump” she giggles

“why do you-” I began 

“Jump with me Thomas” she giggles her voice becoming almost hypnotic pulling me closer to the edge with her having to climb a couple rocks to get right to the edge  “Come on...jump” she giggles “Unless you want to stay up here” she giggled running her hands all over me

“Ummm....y/n whats the matter with you?” I laugh

“THOMAS!” I heard a faint voice yell behind me I turned to look but she pulled me back to her

“Come on...two little steps, and we can have fun forever” she giggles slyly

“THOMAS!” I heard again I went to pull her close to me but my hand went through her and I began to lose my balance tipping over the rocks but something grabbed my arm I tried to struggle away from the tight grip “Thomas! it's me!” I heard and it was y/n it was night, raining and windy I was on our balcony she had hold of me tightly because if she didn't I would have fallen the twenty-four floors to the ground “what on earth was wrong with you! you just walked out and almost jumped off!” she asked very very scared almost crying

“I- I don’t know...I was following you, I..I think we need to get out of this house...for a couple days...somewhere on ground level” I tell her trying not to look down