#watched “it follows��� and I shouldn't have. didn't know it was horror going in but after a few minutes I did and I should have stopped

[bohemiandeer]

You know what hits me hard? When 5 to 6 year old children, all the way in Southeast Asia, knows about what's happening in Palestine right now. That children their age is getting bombed, that they're starving to death, that they're getting shot at, and sniped in the head. Because, just this past 2 or so months, I heard some of the little ones in the Kindergarten classes I'm TAing in as an Intern talk about it. Hell, one of the little boys downright said he didn't like Israel, because Israel is bad, because they do scary things. Another was questioning whether Palestine was bad too, because, "why else would they shooting at them?". A little girl in one of my classes doesn't want to finish her food at all, because she wants to save at least half her meat and rice for kids in Palestine, because she heard that, they don't have food. And that's just the ones I remember. Namely the inciting cases before their classmates slowly follow suit. The littles are fricking SCARED. We had to sit these kids down, and tell them that the topic is too mature for them at the moment, that they shouldn't even be concerned because they're KINDERGARTNERS, they're not even old enough to properly understand. The one teacher I was TAing for had to make a class announcement saying that. What gets me is, these are 5 to 6 year olds, the youngest I've worked with in this specific age group is 4. 5 years old on average, and they've already been exposed to the worst horrors genocide has to offer through the news and snippets of conversation among adults and hell, considering how many of them say they like to play games on Mama's phone, or their IPad, even from fricking social media. And the fact that, these literal babies, from all the way in Cambodia, has more empathy in their entire body and soul, than full grown fricking adults have in the nail of their pinky finger, gets me. FFS we as adults could LEARN from them I feel sometimes. I honestly don't know what to feel about it anymore. On the one hand, this is the next generation I'm working with. And if the next generation's default response to a tragedy such as Palestine, is what I've seen come up on occasion so far? Perhaps there's some bloody hope for this world after all. At least in this country. Especially since a majority of them already come from families who survived a genocide. These are the 3rd - 4th generation descendants of those who survived the Khmer Rouge. They've got grandparents at home, who no doubt are more than intimately familiar with what Palestine is going through right now. And it shows.

But on the other, it makes my heart sink because these are CHILDREN, these are LITTLE KIDS, they should be playing with their toys and watching cartoons and talking to their friends about everything from Spiderman to Speakerman to Kuromi and her friends, and be worried about whether or not they can go to playground that day, guranteed they're well behaved, or if Mama remembered to pack in their costume for swimming lessons that week. NOT JUST MY KIDS. But the little ones in Palestine too. They deserve better. They all deserve, so much better. Hell, it's come to the point that whenever I look at my kiddos right now, whether they'd be working in class, playing, doing something as mundane as eating lunch or getting ready for their nap. I think of the children their age in Palestine that didn't even get the chance to survive. I think of the ones whose memories from this age, is nothing but absolute horror and pain, rather than what has slowly become my normal, who never got to experience what my littles do on a daily basis right now.

Children shouldn't even be concerned about "War", about a Genocide. The last thing that should be on a 5 year old's mind, is pain, and suffering, and the worst horrors imaginable ever to be inflicted on a human being. ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S INFLICTED, ON OTHER CHILDREN THEIR AGE. And for that alone, the world has failed them. Especially the kids in Palestine who didn't ask for any of this. They just wanted to carry on with life as kids do, the same way as my littles do on a daily basis no doubt, learning, playing, chatting with friends over their favourite cartoons and characters, worrying about whether they'd get to go to the playground or not that day.

I apologize for talking about this on this blog. I know my blog tends to be lighter in feel, a lot more unhinged and light hearted typically. I mean, I'm just a fricking nerd who likes to draw and write, and lurk about her favourite fandoms to consume and support what is shared among other nerds who also like to draw and write. But I couldn't stop thinking about it. About contemplating it, especially since I'll be back on a roll tomorrow, working with my kiddos again after not seeing them for 5 days straight because of Holidays. And, I just had to talk about it. This is something I felt I couldn't keep to myself this time, I don't think my soul'd be able to carry it. I had to talk about it.

FREE PALESTINE. Our children deserve better.

[stunie]

“POST HORROR CUDDLES!”

WINDBREAKER BOYS + COMFORTING YOU. ft. hayato suo, sakura haruka, togame jo, & umemiya hajime x f!reader

filled request: “hello hello! may i request bofurin boys and shishtoren boys x scared!reader? reader had been watching too many scary ghost/strange videos and now theyre all shivered up but wont stop watching. what would they do to comfort their sweetheart? please and thank you!!! <333”

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HAYATO SUO.

“oh? are you going to follow me everywhere?”

suo's teasing tone doesn’t match the sweet smile he gives you when your hand shyly tugs at the back of his sweater, your frame trailing only about a half step behind his own as you follow him down the hall.

he stops when he’s directly in front of your bathroom, and you suddenly realize that maybe you should have listened to him earlier. your poor tolerance for horror was well known to him— but in your defense, you weren't expecting the stories to be that scary.

there was just no way you could have known.

“..just don't wanna be alone right now,” you mutter, cheeks hot with embarrassment—but you're too scared to care, “and you can fight better than me.”

“i can just wait here if you're fast,” you quickly add, deciding against following him all the way into the bathroom; but rather just wait outside. because if you did, he'd never let you hear the end of it. not that your situation is much different now.

suo hums in agreement.

“you're so cute,” he coos, amusement coloring his voice as he glances back at you. “oh, but be careful.”

he raises a finger to warn you, “a truly skilled serial killer would be able to get to you in the one minute i spend in the bathroom.”

your eyes widen at the information, and he stifles the chuckle that threatens to come out. “oh, but you already knew that, didn't you? don't mind me then.”

the way you gasp and latch onto his arm immediately after he turns to leave is endearing. “wait,” your voice is urgent, “i'm scared now.”

of course you were.

it's only now when you start to realize just how dark your hallway is at nighttime. the purses you have hanging on your doorknobs suddenly look a lot like what a humanoid figure would look like. your eyes dart around you, and a part of you wishes you had never left the comfort of your own bed to follow him here in the first place.

“i was kidding,” his voice cuts through the tension, and he’s smiling in amusement, hand coming to interlace with yours before giving you a reassuring squeeze. “come on, let's go back to bed.”

“you don’t need to pee?” you ask, arms latching around his as you follow his steps closely.

“don’t worry about that.”

SAKURA HARUKA.

“stop—don't touch me!”

your hands instinctively fly up to shield your face as the bedroom door swings open with a bang, the doorknob slipping from his grasp and crashing loudly against the wall. there's a grumbled curse that follows, and through the gaps in your fingers, you spot your boyfriend standing frozen in the doorway, utterly bewildered.

“h-huh?”

he's holding a bag of bubble waffles, his other hand trying to balance both boba drinks without dropping them onto the floor. “sorry,” he grumbles, “my hands were full.”

that's right— he did head out earlier to pick up your boba order for you. it was only a few minutes after he left when you started putting on scary stories to pass the time. something you shouldn't have done while you were alone, you realize.

“oh...” you let out a relieved sigh, your shoulders relaxing. “it's just you. you scared me.”

he raises a brow in confusion before his gaze finally shifts to the fortress of pillows around you, cocooning your figure with what looks to be his very own hoodie pulled all the way over your head. your lips tug into a knowing smile when he breaks out into a furious blush at the sight. “perfect timing. you're gonna protect me now, right? baby?” you tease, emphasizing the nickname that never fails to make his cheeks flush.

“f-from what?” he's stammering, making his way towards your bed to set down the snacks onto your nightstand with stiff and awkward movements.

“and why are you calling me…” his eyebrows furrow deeply, “t-that?”

you look cute in his clothes, and you look cuter hidden underneath all those pillows. seeing you like this makes him want to pull you flush against him, hold you close and make you feel protected— but he would never say that aloud. he would absolutely never be able to get the words out if he tried.

there's a choked noise of surprise when you lean over your mattress, arms enveloping his frame in a cheerful embrace.

“what, you don't like being called baby?”

the red deepens into a deep shade of scarlet at the name.

he’s not sure if he’ll ever be able to work up the courage and admit that he does like it. he’s liked every single pet name you've ever called him (which was probably all of them by this point). he just hates the way they take away his ability to speak.

his arm extends towards you in one rough motion, the ice in your drink sloshing around as he tears his gaze from you, glaring at your wall instead as he waits for the heat in his ears to die down.

“j-just drink this already.”

TOGAME JO.

you don't understand how your boyfriend is able to lounge so comfortably in complete darkness.

he's seemingly unfazed by the horror unfolding on the screen in front of him. and you, on the other hand, are sitting wide-eyed directly beside him, your heart racing with each scene that plays. you have to remind yourself that the shadows moving around you are just your imagination, and that the eerie creaks in the wooden floors are definitely not because of footsteps.

“togame,” you pull on his sleeve with urgency as soon as you notice eyelids starting to droop, your boyfriend dipping in and out of sleep. “togame.”

“hmm?” he hums out lowly, eyes still shut as his hand rubs circles on your lower back to calm your nerves.

it was something he's always done when the two of you took naps together. he likes to trace up and down your back, drawing little shapes and circles on the skin with his fingertip as he listens to your voice.

“please don't fall asleep,” you plead, “i can't watch this all by myself.”

there's a little grunt that escapes his lips when he stirs, shifting a bit before propping himself up on an elbow to look at you. the movie wasn't scary to him, but clearly that wasn't the case with you, because you're peering up at him through teary lashes, lips jutting out in a pout as you plead with him to stay up.

it makes his heart flutter.

“come here,” he finally says, pulling the bottom of his sweatshirt up for you to crawl underneath. you’re staring at him for only a brief moment before you're immediately slipping underneath the fabric, nestling yourself against his chest and letting his warmth envelope you. a small smile tugs at his lips when he feels you let out a content sigh, hands coming to balance themselves on the strong muscles of his chest.

“better?” he asks, arms coming to lay loosely around your waist.

“mhm,” you sigh, “thank you.”

UMEMIYA HAJIME.

“here, come here.”

umemiya is gentle when he pulls you onto his lap, hands guiding your thighs to straddle his own as he wraps you up in a suffocating hug, smiling when you return the embrace. “all better?”

you give him a small nod.

“good, because you're stuck with me now,” he grins, strong arms flexing when they tighten their hold around your frame, and he leans back against the wall with a satisfied hum.

“thank you, ume,” you mumble softly, burying your face into his chest. he knows this has always been your favorite way to cuddle with your teddy bear of a boyfriend, and he's the same way. he likes when you latch onto him like a koala, and he likes when you press your ear against his chest to listen to his heartbeat.

he likes having you close like this.

“of course,” his voice comes out as a soothing rumble, and he leans down to press quick kisses to the top of your head before his fingers come to gently massage up and down your neck. “but you know— they aren't real. they won't hurt you.”

you lean into ume a little more, letting out a deep breath you didn’t know you were holding. “i know... but it's still scary.”

“that's okay,” he chuckles, “that's why i'm here with you.”

his presence helps you relax a bit, finally loosening your grip around his middle as your breathing steadies a bit. “maybe i'll play something else for you,” he suggests, grunting as he reaches over to grab the remote. “you like the dancing fruit?”

you lift your head to meet his eyes, lips spreading into a little smile. “let’s watch the dancing blueberries today.”

a/n: read choji’s part here!

[lambcultist]

꒰ ♱ ꒱ gf!ellie who was oddly secretive about her 'career' since your relationship began, and you never stopped to question why...┆ dark content. hitman!ellie x naive!reader. toxic relationship, manipulation, gaslighting, love bombing. she's literally a murderer, you have been warned + i'm rusty because i've been tired lately, but wanted to get this out because i kept thinking about it ♡ MINORS DNI ( 18+ )

"it's just a job, babe. it's that simple. you never told me you were coming home early, the fuck is up with that?"

you had arrived home with a headache to a near-silent house, not even a whisper, only the faucet running in the bathroom. once you followed the noise, you couldn't get a peep out before ellie spotted your look of horror in the mirror behind her. she cursed quietly and made a pathetic effort in hiding the array of obscene, bloody weapons on the counter from your view with her body, but it was too late.

there isn't any option. you must cooperate, or you will be forcing her hand to her gun, and the barrel to your head. and for her own sake, ellie is praying you will listen.

"it doesn't matter that i came home early, i— i shouldn't have to come home to this—"

"shut the fuck up, if you never came home, you wouldn't have seen me like this," ellie hisses. she keeps her back to you, sparing you nothing but a menacing glare through the mirror as she wipes down her revolver. "you could have prevented this so easily. could've texted, or called."

she yields a fucking weapon, perhaps you shouldn't shout or argue; it may cost your life. truthfully your mind finds it hard to comprehend this. sweet, lovely ellie, who has always been a little overprotective, but not in any questionable sense—until now, that is—she's a killer.

"i'm not the one at fault." you take steps back, speaking more to yourself than ellie by this point, who can't bear to listen to your panicking. "oh my god. oh my god. i have to call the—"

now, this catches her attention. she spins on her heel, hands flying to your wrists to bar you from exiting. "no, you don't call anyone. you don't tell anyone. don't be stupid, baby, god. you know what happens when you call the cops? they take me away from you. that's what happens. you want that? you want me gone?"

fat, hot tears pool in your eyes, spilling down your cheeks as you shake your head. your wrists are rigid, ellie's nails pressing into your flesh with a sickening burn. "no, no, just—"

"you'd fucking betray me like that? after everything i've done for you? i thought you'd be different."

"no!"

"then don't you dare turn me in," she spits. your vision is blurred and your brain foggy, but you can feel the callous look in her eyes. they are like daggers. "i do all of this for you. i do this so we can have a good life. and you'd really just... throw me to the wolves like that, huh?"

"no, no, i won't," you weep, frantically shaking your head now. how could you be so dumb, so selfish? ellie has opened up about her fear of abandonment enough times for you to be conscious of it. you should've remembered how this would hurt her. "i'm sorry ellie, i wasn't thinking."

"fucking hell," ellie mutters, letting go of you finally, critically surveying you up and down. your tears, your weary hiccups and sobs... you are easy enough now. "i'm not a murderer, babe. it's just a job. that's all there is to it."

"okay." she isn't satisfied with your lack of words now, but it is understandable.

"this job.. you know how much blood and sweat it takes? fuckin' look at me. this one didn't go down easy," ellie says. she talks, rambles, to fill the silence in the room. "this one fought. he hurt me. and i do this for us. to pay the bills, the rent, put food on the table, and to buy you whatever shit you want."

you nod along. she lifts her shirt to show you deep, purple marks she has earned, instructs you to watch her clean scratches and cuts she received, and then runs the shower.

"why did you come home?" ellie asks. she is milder now, throwing her black clothing to the ground piece by piece.

"i.. had a headache," you murmur between sniffles.

"why didn't you say that?" she scoffs, reaching for the hem of your sweater. "jesus, baby. could've been looking after you already. shower with me."

you flinch while ellie begins to undress you. she notices, of course, and gives you a warning glare.

"babe, don't be scared. i love you."

for a minute or two beneath the shower head, the water runs pink, the remaining evidence of her crime disappearing. her soapy hands run along your body firmly. her lips press against your forehead and her arms are pulling you in for a cuddle under the water. it should be warm, yet it feels so icy.

"i'm not a danger to you," ellie whispers, kissing your temple before she adds, "as long as you stay quiet."

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authors note: this one is longer than my usual update so I hope those of you who always ask for longer fics enjoy. Not too much on the summary - I don't want to spoil anything but I promise its a ride 🌪️ This Chapter has multiple POV's. summary: What if you make a fortune from a harrowing tale that affected your family? What if it had supernatural elements that only you and few others believed to be true? What if nearly 100 years later those truth's start finding you? This is Knotty James story, better known as Delta Wise. word-count: 5.6K

THREE

Knotty

I can't stop staring at Eli, trying to piece the puzzle together, trying to make sense of what I know. A love spell gone wrong and a night of horrors has a man that shouldn't be alive and breathing in my company. If I was a drinker I’d need a shot. I try to sew the seams of my memory together, finding pieces of the mosaic that make up the face I see now. Mississippi Eli had braids, he was slim, not so muscular and his voice was higher if memory serves me correctly. He was stern, holding back smiles for when we didn't have an audience then deep dimples would appear. I was as infatuated with Eli as I was with my grandmother's stories back then. I look down and see I have goosebumps. I blink away the reveries of the past and ground myself in the present at this event with my parents. I take a deep breath trying to be the charming daughter but it goes away when I turn and see Eli watching me from across the room. His expression is serious but his eyes soften as he raises a brow - like he’s asking me if I’m alright. I force a smile nodding curtly and he half smiles slightly before nodding. My mother’s perfume ends the moment.

“He’s handsome isn’t he?” Ma says following my line of sight over to Eli as she misinterprets my staring for the same wide eyed wonder I had for him as a child. She stands straight brimming with pride for her rediscovery of the only boy I’ve ever really gotten along with.

“That’s not why I’m staring” I mutter killing her vibe.

“Then why are you staring?” She asks.

Sighing I look into my glass. “It’s a long story”

“I have time,” Ma smiles.

“You and daddy need to stay in after dark and be very careful who you invite into your home” I tell her and she closes her eyes. 

“Not this again” she sighs. “My mother created a very vivid world and an intricate story in order to live with her mother’s abandonment of her” Ma says and it hurts me, so I know it hurts Granny.

“She never lied about anything else” I quip.

Ma sighs. “I don’t judge her for it”

“So Her mother just absconded?” I ask.

“Knotty…”

“Ma…” I respond

“So you believe her tales?” she asks with a huff.

“If I go missing out of the blue just know I didn’t abscond” I tell her.

“Knotty” she snaps as I walk away. “Knotty James” she continues reaching for me but I keep going. “Don’t make me say your name” she warns and I stop not wanting it uttered in this space.

“You’re too superstitious” she snaps, taking my hand and walking me out of the ballroom. She’s furious as am I.

“When have I been a liar?” I ask and she sighs.

“So Pearline was turned into a vampire and died at sunrise?” She asks with a mocking tone. “I’ll keep your father and I indoors and remind him not to invite anyone in the house” she relents only out of her love for me: she doesn’t believe it. Nor does she understand the conundrum Eli poses. While he’s human his mirror image is a bloodsucker.

“I’m gonna leave now” I swallow wiping my runaway tears caused by overwhelm.

“Knotty” my mom sighs, her tone turning maternal as she reaches for me.

“Is everything alright?” A concerned Eli asks with a cigarette in hand.

“Fine” I lie wiping my tears away.

“You really shouldn’t smoke,” Ma tells him.

“I know” he nods, sparing her a glance before looking at me with another raised brow.

“Let me walk you out,” Ma says, taking my hand.

“It was nice seeing you again Elijah” Ma smiles politely.

“You too Mrs. James, Knotty” he says.

“Likewise” I nod following my mother’s lead.

“Knotty please if you’re worried or scared about something tell me and we can get you help” she says trying to be supportive but it’s insulting.

“I’m not crazy” I insist.

“I don’t think you’re crazy but this time of year is always hard for you. You and mama were so close” she says and I sigh.

“I’ll be at Merin’s” I tell my mother and she tenses. She could tolerate me wanting my grandmother more than her but Mama Meringue is where she draws the line. 

“Knotty, why don’t you come home. I can leave now with you we can go home and spend some time together” Ma offers and I sigh.

“Merin knows I’m not crazy or superstitious enough. Take care” 

“Then I’m coming with you,” Ma says, opening the passenger door. She’s as stubborn as a mule.

Pearl (Knotty’s Mom)

I don't remember the last time Knotty and I spent real quality time together just because. I don't remember the last time we hung out without it being put into either of our schedules and as I watch her drive it pains me. She’s been so self sufficient these past few years that I’ve seen less and less of her. Even I was closer with Ma, in spite of our differences. I remember coming home from my first date with Knotty’s dad John with stars in my eyes and telling my mom all about it. Knotty never tells me anything aside from what she’s sure I want to hear and it’s my fault. I text John that I’m with Knotty before setting my phone down in my purse so I can be present for our not-so-little-girl.

I look her over again, wondering what’s going on in that head of hers. It was easier when Ma was still alive. Ma was a fortress and I trusted her more than anyone else with Knotty. Their bond was otherworldly and there was nothing Knotty would keep from her so I always knew when and when not to worry. Ma’s passing hit Knotty the hardest and until a few years ago she worried me. Nothing made her genuinely happy no matter how much she smiled to put us at ease. I thought at the very least Ma’s passing would make Knotty and I closer but it’s been the opposite. It’s like she needs me less and less and her patience for my skepticism has thinned into nothingness. 

“Did you tell dad to stay in after dark?” Knotty asks.

“I’ll text him right now” I tell her and she holds the steering wheel tight before letting go.

“You can tell me anything Knotty” I assure her.

“But you don’t believe me” she says with judgement absent from her tone.  She’s always been more measured with me. Ma and even Merin got the bubbly inhibited version of my child. When she was with me she wanted mani pedis and shopping. When she was with Ma she wanted to dance in the rain and pick whatever fruit was in season.

“Why don’t we make plans to go pick strawberries and raspberries before the season ends” I propose.

“Ma”

“What”

“It’s late september.” She says matter of fact.

“So how do I spend time with you? Do I book some time and help you at the shop?” I ask, trying to make the effort.

“Ma, I’m fine,” she says, sounding exasperated with me.

“You’re a grown woman, who’s alluding to vampires being real. Either you’re unwell and this is serious OR you’re perfectly sane and this is serious. Either way - I’m involved now. You’re my kid and whether it’s supernatural or psychosis I am here” I affirm. Knotty lets out a deep sigh like she could ever understand what it is to bring life into this world and love a child with every essence of your being. 

“You still don’t believe me,” she says, sounding more disappointed than anything.

“Are you telling me they are real? Not just some symbolism from southern folklore?” I ask and she grips the wheel again. She doesn’t answer me, instead she cuts the radio on. I turn it down.

“So you’re staying in, making your favorite - garlic knots, all silver everything, wooden stakes, cinnamon sweeping to keep the energy clear, staying in at night, not responding to voices calling our names in the forest” I list to show Knotty I’m right here with her and we were raised by the same woman. Her expression softens.

“Colloidal silver cream when you leave out at night, jewelry on all the accessible artery points. Garlic tea prep before nights out” She says taking Ma’s warnings very seriously. Knotty’s heart is so pure she’s always believed what people tell her.

“Did mama ever tell you who Pearline was fooling around with in the juke that night?” I ask knowing the story my mother believed to be true. Knotty looks at me and nods.

“She never told you?” Knotty asks me.

“No” I admit and she smiles.

“What do you know then?” she asks.

“That Pawpaw was hard on her, he was older and their marriage was unhappy. She would dress up and go out and sing whenever he was cheating or being neglectful. They had a fight the night before she disappeared”  I tell Knotty.

“She tried to get back home that night, she fought, not for Pawpaw but for her kids. Like any mother would” Knotty says as convinced as my mother was. “Ask yourself this, if Pearline was such a bad mother. Why was Granny such a good one? Why would she name you after her mother? Why?” Knotty asks.

“I don’t know” I tell Knotty and she takes a breath. “Enlighten me” I ask and she shakes her head like I’m a lost cause. I look up and see Merin’s house. My mother’s surrogate daughter. Knotty exits and Merin moves off the porch into the house fanning the flames of my daughter’s superstitious episode.

“Pearl, nice to see you!” She smiles from behind the screen door. “Knotty didn’t tell me you were coming, I only set the table for two”  she says.

“I’ve already eaten thanks” I force a smile heading in behind my daughter. If I believe in anything supernatural it’s that Merin’s a witch. There’s no other explanation for how she burrowed herself too deep into my mother and daughter’s affections. A trusted advisor and confident to both of them. Mama Meringue, what a fucking ridiculous moniker.

“How are you, baby?” Merin asks, taking Knottys arms. Without a word I watch my daughter remove a bangle. Something unspoken passes between them and Merin’s eyes double in size.

“I’ll set you a place Mom” Knotty says, turning to me as Merin disappears.

“What was that?” I ask Knotty.

“Merin made my favorites - I don’t think there’s anything for your diet”

“I’ll have the same fried fish as you.” I respond and Knotty serves me. Dinner is cordial and then Knotty leaves us to have a bath leaving Merin and I together.

“She needs you Pearl,” Merin says, overstepping as usual.

“Why do you think I’m here?” Impatience seeps from my tone.

“She needs you to believe her”

“She needs you to stop indulging her, She’s vulnerable right now” I snap but it has no effect on Merin.

“She’ll always be yours, she loves and trusts you more than you know. She just needs me because you don't listen” she says, working on my nerves.

“I listen, I just don’t believe in these stories. It’s nonsense!” I tell her frankly.

“Shame isn’t it? Your mother always believed in you, even when she didn’t like it. But I guess as children we choose when our parents are worth believing” she says, talking in circles.

“What’s Knotty worried about?” I ask.

“Why’d you invite Knotty to the fundraiser? Was it the boy from Mississippi?” Merin asks.

“Yes because she’d be better off if she settled down with a nice man and stopped with all this woo woo stuff”  I snap.

“Because you’re a mother and you know what’s right for Ivy” Merin says and it unsettles me. I know these lot are superstitious about the connection names have to spirit.

“Knotty” I correct, not liking the sound of her name being uttered by this charlatan. 

“She’s gonna need you P, I won’t make it thanksgiving” Merin says and it hits me. 

“What’s wrong?” I ask, wanting her alive in spite of our differences.

“My time here is coming to an end,” Merin says, talking in more circles.

“Why? There are too many doctors in the family for you not to have a second opinion on whatever it is” I tell her but she frowns shaking her head and sighing. She takes my plate heading to her kitchen.

“Knotty freaked out today because the man you hope she connects with has a brother who is dangerous and capable of bringing you harm. Harm gated communities can’t protect from. Harm Knotty would never survive. It isn’t psychosis - it’s love. You need to stay with her, especially when she’s with Carmen. Be present. I’d go if I could but outside this house it’d be clear I was sick Knotty would notice and worry. There’s no time for that” Merin says. As much as I mistrust her I know she really does genuinely love my daughter, the same way she did Ma. I see in her eyes that she is sick. Her typically bright hazel eyes are weary and she is thinner now that I focus on her frame. I hear footsteps and turn to see Knotty in a bubu ready for bed. She looks more at home here than she does at my house. 

“What are you two discussing?” She asks.

“You” Merin says, earning an eye roll from Knotty.

“My mother thinks I’m psychotic.”

“No she doesn't, she's just afraid of what believing you will mean.” Merin says I don’t correct her as Knotty gets comfortable on the couch. “I’m gonna shower, I’ll look for something for you to sleep in P. Sun is setting, so you can leave in the morning.” 

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Eli (Elijah ‘Smoke’ Moore)

When I ran into the James' and they told me Knotty would attend this fundraiser it was the first time I felt excited in years. That summer in Mississippi was hell until she showed up and then it was a different type of headache. She was the greenest kid I’d ever seen - something about that made her precious. She had no fear or a self-conscious bone in her body. She was like a ray of sunshine bouncing around in the summer heat untouched by the weight of the history. I met her grandmother first. I was bringing her water as Knotty was drawing and singing too loud. The old woman saw the look on my face and smiled. “She’s their wildest dreams” she had said and it stuck with me. It was clear she was privileged. Two parents that loved each other, money, family, a happy child under no threat. Knotty has always been a little odd but she was never sad orr composed. 

I know people change when they grow up but something wasn’t right with Knotty, it was like she was afraid. The girl without fear. I feel the need to check up on her even though I wouldn’t do this shit for anyone else but Knotty’s always needed protection. I make the turn the GPS advises and stop in front of Bonnie’s Apothecary. I hop out and check my surroundings before heading in. The bell rings as the door opens and Knotty is rearranging items on a ladder. She waits looking me over for a moment before climbing down. The store's ambiance is clean and modern, not exactly the Knotty I remember.

“Eli?” she says but there’s a question in it.

“Who else would it be?” I ask and she nods.

“Right, what do you need?” She asks, looking around.

“This all you?” I ask and she nods. I see silver link bracelets hanging and remember the one she made with reeds of grass as kids. I chose a blue one with a silver coin. I can’t make out the coins design but it makes her smile as she comes over to me smelling divine.

“Protection”  she says taking the bracelet when her hands brush mine there’s an electric shock. She looks down at her footwear. “Sorry I’ve been dragging my feet around” she apologizes in shoes that are definitely a choice. Fur lined loafers.

“What’s wrong?” I ask like it’s my place after all this time. She smiles looking into her hands. Silver polish pops against her deep brown skin. I’ve never liked many people but Knotty was different. I watched her for a week after meeting her Granny. Knotty was always laughing, screaming and giggling like her world was new as she tried to fly kites, chase bubbles and decorate the pavement with chalk. It was silence that made me look for her. Silence and the congregation of her boy cousins. Then I found her in the river with a net searching for clams. If they weren’t patrons of my uncles business I would’ve fucked those little niggas up for playing with baby girl like that.

Knotty doesn’t respond, placing the bracelet on me and tying the  threads into a knot.

“My business isn’t failing, if that’s why you’re here” she says.

“I don’t think it would. People always need something to believe in. This is a second opinion and alternatives” I tell her looking around.

“Don’t mock me” she warns, stepping back. 

“Why are you so wound up?” I ask and she swallows, getting serious again.

“It’s more ridiculous than trying to find pearls in the river so I’ll save myself the judgement and scolding from a stranger” she says, cutting me.

“I’m not a stranger” I correct. “I listened to you talk everyday nonstop for six weeks” I remind her and she smiles. “You were gonna open one of these and find Atlantis and become a writer. Is it Atlantis?” I ask and she smirks.

“You’re mocking me again” she smiles.

“No I’m not. I came here to patronize your shop and pick up the book your pops said you wrote about natural healing … and figure out what’s wrong with you?” I ask and she walks around the island in the center of the store with tills. She picks up a book and hands it to me.

“Maybe you can put some in your gun range. In case you patronize the outdoorsy type. A lot of stuff in here can keep them alive in the wilderness” she says being the Knotty I remember. 

“How much will that run me?” I ask.

“I’d have to go home and run the numbers” she winks playfully.

“No lifesaving discounts?” I ask and she smiles for real this time. She looks at me again like she can’t believe I’m real. If I didn’t know her as well as I did for those six weeks I’d think she was checking me out like most women.

“That can be arranged” she shrugs, turning away from me and going to grab glass jars of herbs. She makes up a concoction.

“Drink this every morning” she tells me, placing a loose leaf tea bag set in front of a blend. “This at night” she says, taking a sharpie and drawing a sun and a moon on each beg instead of spelling out morning and night.

“What’s it gonna do for me?” I ask and she looks me over again.

“Make you feel better, protect you from lead exposure from your gun range” she says being sweet and the bell rings. A woman that doesn’t quite look right comes in with a smile.

“Your order is right here Mrs. Pace” Knotty says, stepping back into the center island of the store but I feel her hand slip into mine pulling me in with her as she latches it shut. She doesn’t skip a beat bending to find the order as I look at the woman who stares back at me with glassy eyes.

“Here you go,” Knotty smiles, pushing a brown paper bag across the counter.

“Good day Knotty” the woman says with a scratchy voice. 

“Good day.” knotty says and the bell rings again as she leaves. “Don’t ask,” she says, turning to face me again for a moment before getting a bag for my order.

“What if I’m allergic to something in this?” I ask.

“Call 911” she mutters sarcastically. An alarm sounds just as the bell rings again. This time a woman that is well placed walks in looking between Knotty and I.

“Hey Knotty, sorry I’m late”

“No worries Dora” Knotty smiles.

“Who’s this?” Dora asks.

“Old …. Friend” she says. Knotty puts the bag of my items against my chest stepping out from behind the  counter. 

“Look after her well, this morning was a red dawn. You know what they say” she tells me.

“I’ll be fine Dora, he’s not invited” Knotty says to the women.

“I didn’t pay” I remind Knotty.

“Lifesaver discount” she says, fanning me off. She heads into the back leaving me and her coworker. My hands tremble and I need a smoke.

“Meditation is good for those,” the woman says, pointing to my hands.

“Thanks” I tell her as Knotty emerges holding a garment bag. 

“I’ll walk you out” I say, relieving her of the bags. “What’s in here?”

“My cousin is performing tonight at a showcase. I got her a dress”

“I thought singing wasn’t safe?” I ask and she stops smiling.

“So you listened to everything I said?” She asks. “And you still remember?”

“Wilder tales have never been spun” I tell her and she smiles some more popping her trunk.

“Thanks for helping me and stopping by” she says trying to get rid of me.

“Where’s this performance happening?” I ask.

“You really have nothing better to do?” she asks.

“I figure it might be good for business” I shrug but she doesn’t buy it. 

“Do you have a nickname?” she asks.

“In the military they called me Smoke” I tell her and her eyes close. 

“That’ll do,” she says serious again.

“You really hate killing don’t you?” I ask.

“Give me your phone number. I’ll go ahead and help my cousin set up. You text me when you’re there. In the meantime khakis won’t cut it. Jeans a black tee, a watch. Whatever you have. Think rapper or actor if you want to fit in” she instructs.

“You don’t like my outfit?” I ask her.

“I care about character. Carmen cares about clothes and I don’t want to make her look bad” she explains as I hand her my phone. She sends herself a message and then tells me the time and place. 

“Send me some pictures so I can figure it out” I say before I know why. She pulls out her phone, taking screenshots and sending them to me. 

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Knotty

I try to shake the feeling gnawing at me, try to ground myself in the moment instead of the realm of possibilities. Carmen’s worked too hard  for me to tell her not to sing so I’m doing the next best thing - bringing her an outfit that can double as protection to put my mind at ease. Which it was before Eli came in, his larger than life aura and his protective stare. I wonder how I missed it back then, how close he was to Smoke of the Smokestack twins. His name Elijah is the same and he never seemed to smile. I learned quickly the meaner his glare was at me the more he was fighting, setting his dimples free. He was patient with me then and somehow that same patience has carried over to now. How we’re both in the same city again at this time is beyond me. The proximity of today's date to the 15th and 16th of October is another unnerving reality. Merin has answers but they aren't ready for me yet. I check my messages from her before exiting the car. I see sunsets in a little over and set a timer to be out before then.

I feel like a bag lady as I enter the venue. I’m so preoccupied I almost don’t notice the energy of this place. Thankfully security is kind enough to take the garment bag and suitcase off my hands so I can present Carmen with flowers. Her name is on the door and she answers in a moment after I knock. Her hair is pin curls and her make up is almost done by the looks of it. She’s bright today and light too with strong energy.

“Thank you” I smile as security sets down what I’ve brought. Carmen takes the flowers from me with a smile.

“You wouldn’t believe the last time someone bought me flowers,” she says.

“Aren’t you always dating?” I ask, surprised.

“Clearly I don’t date gentlemen. Speaking of - you smell like cologne” Carmen says awfully quick. “Not the expensive kind.” She frowns, making me laugh.

“My parents are trying to set me up again but I don’t think the guy knows he’s being used as a pawn”

“Knotty, you’re gorgeous. The sound engineer and producer both wanted your number. If he doesn’t know he’s still there for the same reason” Carmen says but I’ve never liked the gorgeous compliment on its own.

“Tonight’s all about you but he’s stopping by”

“Knotty bringing around a nigga. Must be special” she says, pouring herself a shot.

“It’s not like that. Do you remember the summer vacation we spent in Mississippi as a family?” I ask Carmen.

“Who could forget it, I’m not sure how Granny survived childhood with the bugs, the reptiles and the heat” she says.

“Remember the boy that saved me from the gators?”

“One with the braids?”

“Yeah”

“It’s him” I say and she smiles.

“What I remember is he didn’t play about you. He had the boys in line. It was good, they feared a country asswhoopin’” She recalls with accuracy, amusing herself in the process. “Is he fine?” She asks and I roll my eyes.

“Carmen…”

“Come on, talking about this is way better than me getting nervous about performing” she says and so I respond.

“Yes that’s being perfectly objective” I say and she grins like the Cheshire Cat.

“I thought earthy girls knock ‘em down the same as the rest of us” she asks winking as she takes up her palette but I know better. He’s someone else’s and wore that mojo bag for at least seven years straight. She’s all over him.

“I got you something for your performance” I change the subject and she giggles.

“Stop being so uptight Knotty” she turns perfecting her makeup look.

“I’m not uptight, Carmen I’m just not thinking of having sex right now”

“Or ever”

I sigh. “I have a lot on my plate.” 

“Like”

“You’re going on stage” I remind

“Like Knotty come on tell me” she says and I pull out the dress that looks like a chandelier. Her eyes bug out.

“Oh my fuck-“ she stops looking at it and covering her mouth. “It’s gorgeous, where'd you find it?” She asks.

“The earthy girl store” I tease as she takes it from me.  She holds it against her frame in the mirror and I get the slip lining options for it.

“And you matched my nude perfectly?” She asks to pick the shorts jumpsuit option that matches her skin to go under the dress.

“Sex sells” I wink.

“Knotty,” she says, hugging me tight. “Thank you for being here and going out of your way for me” she says. 

“That’s what family is for” I remind her but she scoffs.

“My parents scorn me and my brother is ashamed of me too.” She says. I squeeze her tight.

“Josh is- I don’t want to put my mouth on him” I stop myself. “You aren’t missing out on anything and your dad and my mom are from a different time. What do they know about the present they’re in their own worlds more than me. “Block out all the nerves and perform.” I smile, handing her one of my bracelets. She puts it on and there’s a knock on the door.

“You need to be backstage in five” security said and it takes exactly that to get her in the dress and to fix her hair. She looks ethereal when she opens the door. We separate and I go to find a good vantage point of her performance. The venue is one level with the exception of the stage but my heels are a helping hand. When Carmen is announced as Melo, I smile and when she starts I get goosebumps. It’s her poise and presence that’s captivating. I sway knowing the words already and see a message from Eli telling me he’s here. I don’t respond, not wanting to stop the video recording until Carmen’s finished. I get the subsequent applause and her thanks on video. I stop recording the same moment arms wrap around me from behind. My skin crawls. As alarm bells go off. The cologne is expensive and decadent.

“If it isn’t Delta Wise enjoying a griot sing” Stack says pulling my hips against his groin and whispering by my ear. I elbow him and he chuckles letting me go. I move through the crowd quickly, ceased by panic. I try to keep an eye out for Mary but it’s hard in the dark. I make it backstage as another text from Eli comes through. My heart races for his safety. My phone is snatched by a manicured hand only for it to be dropped when I look up Mary is hissing with her fangs out. I pick up my phone.

“Don’t you dare” I hear Stack say from behind me I freeze but when Mary’s fangs retract I realize he’s talking to her.

“Stack, why the fuck are you always flirting with women when you have crazy here out of the asylum?!” I hear Carmen say. She pulls me to her. “I perform at your spot and bring all this good business and your bitch is fucking with my people!” She continues. All the warnings I have for her are lost in my throat.

“Your people?” Stack asks and I cover her mouth.

“Carmen, we have to go now!” I snap knowing the sun has yet to set. When I turn I see Stack’s wearing gloves and full sleeves. I understand why he was able to get so close. Thinking fast I slide the bracelets down  locking them in place around my knuckles as a ball a fist. Stack’s eyes track the gesture and he steps forward like a lion who plays with their dinner. I look to my left and see a fire alarm. Before Stack can read my plans I pull it. The sprinklers start and chaos ensues. I take a clear path holding Carmen’s hand. We make it to a hall with a clear path out when I’m grabbed again. Stacks hold tight.

“Stop fighting” he snaps, growing impatient. I punch him in the face, searing his skin with the silver and making him withdraw. I make it back to Carmen who’s stopped looking confused. A man is in front of her. I know it’s Eli when he reaches for me with concern.

“Her teeth fucking grew. Her teeth!” Carmen screams at the door when I feel the three of us be yanked back. I fall hard but scramble to get my bearings and when I do Smoke and Stack are face to face for the first time in nearly a hundred years. Both of them freeze. Eli’s chest rises but he holds his arms out to keep Carmen and I behind him ever the protector as he pants. Stacks teeth retract as his eyes bug out. I open the door to see it's nearly sunset but Stack doesn’t wince as daylight scorches him, searing his russet skin. I pull Eli back outside with me as he stares at his twin. Spirit knowing what this iteration of his brain doesn’t. Stack watches closely walking towards the light to keep eyes on his brother until his skin begins to bubble. Carmen screams and I let the door go. I don’t have to check her for a bite. Her dresses links are all silver.

“We need to go quickly before the sun sets” I tell her and she nods. I catch my breath and find Eli dazed. He looks down at me.

“Go where?” He asks.

“Follow me” I tell him.

“I didn’t drive,” Carmen snaps.

“Come with me” I tell her getting in my car.

“I’m not leaving you” Eli says, opening the driver's door. I hand him my keys.

“KNOTTY WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!” Carmen asked inside. “Smokestack twins” she says chest heaving.

“Seatbelt” Smoke says and we both obey as I turn to face her. Tears are streaming, streaking her make up ruining her day.

“How do you know Stack?” I ask and she looks dazed and confused.

“When I used to dance. He owned one of the clubs” she says. “And he’s a vampire, and vampires are real? And what the hell is he!” She screams pointing at Eli as I set our destination into the gps. 

“Knotty” he says and because I don’t have words I swallow hard connecting my phone to the car and telling them everything I know the best way I know how.

“Club Juke by Delta Wise - chapter one” the audiobook reads.

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Authors Note: Soooooooooo this was a lot! Hope the multiple POV's weren't too much I know it's outside my norm but I think it's necessary for this story.

What do we think of the following:

Knotty's Mom?

Merin? (Mama Meringue)

Eli 'Smoke' and Knotty's relationship?

Carmen a griot?

What does Stack want?

Smoke and Stack seeing each other again?

What happens next?

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⍣ ೋ MUTE READER X YAPPER CHRIS BLURB

PLEASE READ FOR CONTEXT::

a/n for those who don't know, mute reader has selective mutism! so it's not all the time it happens because of triggers or just for comfort - she usually is mute though but not typically around chris :3 ALSO she knows sign language and chris can read sign language but not so well sign it himself

BLURB: first argument.

WARNINGS: angsty :c mentions of an unsafe home life, protective sister, yelling, arguments, dotty cries and is upset at chris :c

chris didn't mean for it to happen. he just wanted her to be safe.

dotty had been staying over at his house for almost a week now. her dad had been too much, spewing lines just to get under her skin, drinking his life away daily. it wasn't like chris didnt like having her over - he loved it, and so did dotty. but it had become almost an inconvenience for her - she needed stuff for school, she wanted her belongings, she just wanted to be comfortable in her own home. she was too selfless to make a comment on it , but chris knew.

he shouldn't have left her, especially not just to yell at someone. he knocked on the door nonetheless.

"chris? where's dotty?" her sister answered the door, clearly having been up late most likely dealing with her father.

"she's at mine, she's okay" chris somewhat mumbled, not yet sure of himself and his goals for turning up there.

Bonnie was evidently puzzled, holding the door close to herself in order to not reveal the fucked up state of the house. she waited for him to give an explanation, but he didn't.

"what's going on, chris?"

he took a deep breath and looked up to the sky as an attempt to avoid eye contact. "can I come in?"

she walked him through the house, gesturing him to sit himself down at the kitchen table while she got him a soda from the fridge. he cracked it open and started drinking hurriedly, putting off the conversation for as long as he could. Bonnie sat herself down across from him.

"I think um," he set down the drink to instead fiddle with his hands and the sleeve of his hoodie. "I think you need to kick him out. your father."

astounded would be an understatement. horrified would also be one. not only was she appalled, she was offended.

"the fuck?"

"look- i-I'm not trying to act like I know the situation-"

"good because you don't."

chris took a deep breath and withdrew eye contact back to lap.

"dotty needs to be safe and comfortable which I don't think is impossible!"

"you think I don't try, chris? you think it doesn't eat me alive that she has to live a life like this? I'm her fucking sister of course I've tried."

"try something else!"

Bonnie was stunned. mouth agape she stared at chris in horror. he could pretend this was easy and that a solution was right around the corner - but that would be wrong. and childish.

she stood up and retrieved the half empty can, tossing it in the bin knowing he wasn't done with it. chris followed her movements, shifting himself in his seat to face away from the wall and continue pestering bonnie.

"can't you get your own place? you're old enough surely"

"with what money chris?"

"sell the house"

"like it's that fucking easy? that's not my action to take, I cant just sell the house when it's not even mine!"

"well just do something! do anything! dotty doesn't have a home, she can't sleep here she can't be around her own father and she's not safe here!"

"well neither am i!"

chris stood up abruptly from his seat, far too irritated to think rationally aswell as continue the conversation. he started turn around and head towards the front door before seeing a figure in the kitchen doorframe.

"dotty?"

he called out, already seeing the tears brimming in her eyes. he walked slowly over to her, watching as she pushed herself back against the wall for support. he tried to hold her hands but she moved them away harshly, meaning he was only barely able to hold her wrists and caress them with his thumb.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I just-"

dotty shook her head, facing away from both her sister and chris while the tears started falling down her face.

"I just want you safe, please, I'm sorry."

she pushed against his chest to regain freedom of her hands.

' I am safe ' she began signing. ' I was safe with you and you left me alone '

the realisation hit chris heavy. he had abandoned her to go yell at her sister for a matter he didn't understand the full extent of. he didn't mean to be pushy but he felt awful seeing dotty upset.

but now she was more upset - because of him. she was mute again - because of him.

' you yelled at my sister '

"I'm so sorry I didn't mean-"

' out ' she signed, gesturing to the front door.

"what?"

"get out, chris," Bonnie agreed.

he looked over to Bonnie with partial anger and partial regret. he wanted desperately to fix things but the damage had already been done. he couldn't fix it yet, he needed to give them both time and he knew that.

he looked back to dotty, resentment for himself brewing upon seeing the flowing of tears on her face and the betrayal in her eyes. he couldn't bring himself to say another word.

he left her with Bonnie in that house, awsell as their father, making her even less safe than she was before he tried to intervene.

chris felt awful, and he didn't know how he was going to fix it.

chat who sobbed

this will probably be the last blurb for at least a few days while I focus on my other aus unless a request gives me motivation :3 I'm glad you've been liking these two so much :3

gimme ideas of what you wanna see next !

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Fake dating 2 (mini fic)

Part one here

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Now that Jason was leaving you alone it felt like there was a time limit on your "relationship" with Eddie. You're hesitant to admit that your feelings have changed after Eddie's dismissive attitude.

His words keep coming back to you whenever you think of telling him. What was the point?

There was no way you could talk to him and ruin the budding friendship that was happening between the two of you. You adored hanging out with Eddie at the trailer; his uncle Wayne was funny and really nice to you and the trailer had begun to feel like a home away from home.

You didn't want to ruin what you had by admitting your feelings and making everything super awkward and you were so busy trying to cover up your feelings that you didn't notice Eddie beginning to struggle with his...

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Naturally Dustin is the first person to notice Eddie's changing feelings. Even after he took the little shrimp to the record store and Family Video.

He's watching Eddie with an amused grin on his face while browsing the horror collection.

Eddie wasn't normally a jealous person, at least there wasn't a universe where he ever thought he'd be jealous of Steve Harrington...

Okay maybe that was a teeny tiny lie. He was a little jealous that Steve seemed to have it all. Rich, good looks and the ladies loved him but it was a passing thought than anything else.

Now he couldn't quite ignore the jealousy that was raging through him.

"So that oh we don't actually have real feelings for each other comments really came back to bite you in the ass huh dude?" Dustin says sarcastically and Eddie glares at him. The little shrimp and his tone was getting worse by the day.

Dustin is patting his shoulder in a meant to be soothing manner and that irritated Eddie even more.

"Yeah. Real helpful you little butthead" he grumbles as Steve says something that makes you laugh.

He shouldn't be feeling like this but every inch of him is thrumming with envy. Without thinking Eddie walks over and slips his arms around your waist, you look at him surprised.

"Harrington. Good to see you" stop flirting with my girl you butthead he seethes, fuck. He really does want you to be his girl. The realisation is staggering to him because he's been living in denial for a while now.

And instead of admitting these feelings he panics and takes his attitude out on Steve. He feels guilty about doing it but he doesn't like the way Steve is looking at you. Doesn't he have enough chicks swooning about his good looks?

He can tell you're irritated but he's having trouble getting his annoyance under control and once Dustin has picked the movies he likes, he storms out to his van.

When you follow him out with Dustin the look on your face makes Eddie's stomach churn. Dustin shakes his head as he looks between the pair of you and climbs in the front with him.

"Are you coming?" he asks even though he really doesn't want to know the answer.

"What was that with Steve? Why did I feel like I was in the middle of some pissing contest?" he gulps and really he should just apologise but he puts his foot in his mouth. "Sorry I just feel a little nauseated what with all of Steve's flirting" he snaps and Dustin groans.

Your eyes flash with anger and you glare at him, "He's my friend Eddie. Even if he was flirting I'm not interested" this lessons the ache in Eddie's chest but he's still pissed at Steve.

"Yeah well clearly Steve is" he grumbles and the anger fades from your features.

"What does it matter? This isn't real. Our feelings and all of this shit is fake. You said it yourself" your voice cracks at the end and he stiffens. Shit. He did see that... and now you looked like you were going to cry.

"I think I'll walk home today" you tell him and rush away before he can call you back. Shit. Shit.

"You know that I admire you dude but you really can be the world's biggest dumbass at times" Dustin pipes up and he sighs.

Yeah. He definitely is.

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[avaredava]

Here's my FIRST ever smut ya'll...

(also dif povs i did stuff dif back then also this is an exact copy and paste i did NOT look it over)

No ones pov:

You and Fushiguro were in a train coming back to Jujutsu high from a mission. The train was packed, with no seats at all. You ended up almost falling when a sharp turn happened. He wrapped a arm around your waist jostling you to his side."Careful." Fushiguro says with a cold tone. "Learn to stand properly." He says with a rude tone. "Sorry," you whisper. "I the handles I can't reach them." You say embarrassed. He ignores you. But with him so close, you can smell his cologne. So refreshing. You just want to tuck your head in his neck and cuddle him. But you know he would hate that. Fuck. Why am I thinking this way, Fushiguro's just a friend.

Eventually you guys get back to Jujutsu high but you are quite tired. You watch him walk off to his dorm. Then you walk into your dorm. You plop down on your bed, dirty. 'I should shower' you thought. You get up and get into the shower turning on the shower and waiting for the right temp.

After you get in you begin to lather your hair in shampoo. Scratching at your scalp, just washing your hair. Then you put some conditioner on. After that you wash your body. When your done you take the showerhead off the holder and spray it all over you body getting the soap off. Then you get to your pussy. Getting a little horny from your teenaged self hormones you put it on the harsher setting and spray it on your clit. It felt way too good. Then we'll pleasuring yourself. You think of Fushiguro fuck. But you don't stop.

After a while of doing that you put the shower head back and place it back on the holder. You get out of the shower putting a towel over your body. You leave the washroom and drop the towel. "Hey! I'm here you know!" Fushiguro covers his eyes. You quickly pick up the towel obviously not seeing him. "What the fuck are you doing in my dorm at 1 fucking AM? "Gojo sensei wanted me to tell you we are going on a mission right now." He said still covering his eyes. "Get out so I can change!" You say unimpressed. He gets up. "Y/n hurry up we have to go. He leaves the dorm waiting outside. You get into your uniform drying and straightening your curly hair.

Then you put some mascara and Chapstick on. You don't put much makeup on since your already beautiful. (You are <3) Then you leave the dorm looking nice. "We're going to a mission not a party." Megumi says looking you up and down. "You look nice, to nice for a mission." He says. 'Woah did he just flirt with me?' you thought. "I'm not trying too I just did my hair? And a bit of mascara and Chapstick." You say with a shrug. "Shit." He mumbles.

Fushiguro's pov:

(You probably understand this but your the girl in this)

How the hell does she looks so good? She barely does anything. Shit, I shouldn't be thinking this way. No way in hell will a stupid little fucking crush get in my way. No way in hell. But the way she smiles, it's so pretty. "Y/n let's go." I say in a higher pitched voice. I didn't mean to but I hope she didn't realise. She raised an eyebrow and walked off. I followed close behind. Soon we got to the abandoned house. The house reeked with cursed energy. I decided to grab her wrist since she wasn't really knowing where to walk or do. "Y/n pay attention." I say and she nods. I continue to drag her along with me until we see a curse floating mid air. It looked like a child with long ass hair. She had a creepy white dirty dress on. That shit looked like it was straight out of horror movie. "Emotions make you weak so i'll give you what you both desire." Said the curse in a deep but light creepy voice. The curse grinned and with a snap of her fingers we were somewhere else. Or were we? We were probably just imaging shit. I know we are but I physically and mentally for some reason can't do anything.

The room was fancy and and it was a bedroom. Is this what we both desired?

Your pov:

He looked at me, with emotion. For the first time in a while. He never does. Then he grabbed my hand and grabbed the back of my neck bring me close. He leans in and kisses me. His lips are soft and delicious. And slides a tongue in my mouth and I tangle tongues with him back. He pushes me back on the bed not breaking the kiss. Then he gently rubs knee on my clothed pussy. Making me want so much more. He grins and kisses down my jaw line and kisses and sucks my neck. I've never seen him like this before. Confident and the opposite of shy. And he seemed like he was in a good mood, well a frisky mood more. Then he caresses my sides slowly pulling up my shirt.

"No bra?" He says with a chuckle. Then he starts to suck on one of my nipples then massages the other then switches. Then he pulls his shirt up showing a dark trail of hair from his bottom belly button to his crotch. A happy trail. He then caresses my body. He then slides down and settles on his knees between my legs and hooks my pants and underwear with his fingers and looks up silently asking for permission. I look down and do a quick nod and he pulls my underwear and pants off at the same time. And throws them to the side.

My underwear lays there with my uniform on the floor beside his uniform top beside it. He takes off his pants throwing them to the side. He then doesn't take of his boxers just leans down still on his knee and spreads my pussy folds with his fingers licking the inside. Fuck it feels so good. I let out a little moan. "F-fushiguro" I moan out. He looks up and bring one of his hands up from spreading me open and pinches my nipple. "Megumi," he says in a low voice. "Call me Megumi not my family name."

He then moves his hand down again and spreads my folds and begins to lick inside again. "Megumi please I want you inside of me." I whine out. He slides two fingers in then scissors his fingers opening me up so I can be ready for his cock. "Ow!" I whine. "Shh its okay," Megumi said. "Just breathe your doing good, my good girl." He peppers sweet kisses on my hair as he continues to finger me. Fuck it hurts. But it hurts so good. What the fuck is wrong with me?

He pushes his pretty tip into my entrence. "Ready my good girl?" He whispered. I quickly nod not being able to really talk. He quickly pushed it not moving for a second allowing me to adjust. Then he starts pulling out then quickly pushing back in on repeat. It hurts. Blood tickles down my leg. It's my first time. Fuck. But soon the pain more turns into pleasure and I begin to moan out. He repeatedly hits my g-spot. "Megumi!" I moan. I squirt. First time I've ever cummed like that. She grins and pulls out and kisses my stomach then continues moving down and licks up my 'mess'.

Then he goes back up and he pushes back in. "My turn." He grunts. I felt his warm sticky seed fill me up. Then he pulls out and collapses on top of me as the seed drizzles out of me. "You were amazing." He whispered kissing my face all over trying to comfort me. Then we realized it was over when the curse was standing over us and we blinked and we were back in the abandoned house. Shit. The curse chuckles. "You guys were really at it!" The curse says. I quickly stand up and slide underwear on and and then my uniform leaving Megumi there passed out ass naked on the floor. I eventually kill the curse and help him up. He puts his clothes on. "Why did we do that?" I whispered. "The curse did it…it made my greatest desire come true." He said.

Oh god he wanted it. I can't blame him it was good.

[greenwitchfromthewoods]

running away after a kiss - Marcus Moreno

900 Followers Milestone Celebration - kissing prompts

bio : This story is part of the 900 Followers Milestone Celebration - kissing prompts.

person ordering: special for @o-sacra-virgo-laudes-tibi

warnings : a little bit of angst, fluff, kissing, misunderstanding, talking about dead wife

[my masterlist]

He watched with horror as your eyes widened in surprise. Your soft lips, which he had kissed just a moment ago, were still parted. You probably wanted to say something, but Marcus wasn't ready for it.

"I'm sorry. This shouldn't have happened..." he only managed to choke out and before any words left your lips, the leader of the Heroics left the office, hastily closing the door behind him.

How could you let this happen? He had hidden from you and the rest of the world for so long that he had fallen in love with you, and now, in one moment, he had done what he had been thinking about for so long. It shouldn't have happened.

You had known each other for almost two years, since you started working at the Heroics headquarters. You and Marcus Moreno quickly became friends. You loved his sense of humor, how responsible and organized he was, although sometimes it scared you.

Meanwhile, Marcus loved talking to you, your laugh and how easy it was to just like you. You started spending more time together, lunch breaks and stuff like that, and once you went to an amusement park with him and Missy.

That was when, during a ride on one of the roller coasters, you grabbed his hand and didn't let go until you were safely on the ground. It was the best night of his life, in a very long time.

And now this...

He had been planning this day for a long time. It was your birthday and you really didn't like making a fuss about it. Before you even got to the building, Marcus entered your office, the lock easily yielding to his magnetic ability and leaving a present and a small bouquet of flowers on your desk. And that was how it should have ended. Maybe he would have invited you to dinner, but that would have been it.

But you showed up at his office so beaming that his brain stopped working properly.

“Marcus!” his name echoed on your lips. “Oh, Jesus! You didn’t have to!”

He felt warmth creep up his neck and with his finger he slightly loosened the collar of his shirt. "It's nothing. After all, it's your birthday, darling. Happy birthday!"

You smiled so hard that his heart began to melt. "I told you how hard it was to get tickets for this concert, and you found two? How? Why?"

Marcus stood up from the computer and walked to the door, closing it quietly. "I know someone who knows someone... Does it matter?" he waved his hand "I thought you might want to invite someone and have a nice evening. You deserve it."

It was a moment. One moment when he was too close to you, and you threw your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly.

"You're wonderful, Marcus!" you said as he hesitantly wrapped his arms around your waist "Would you like to go with me? I'd like to go with you, but if you have other plans..."

"No, I'm free that day. If you really want to..."

"Very much." You pulled away from him, still with that beautiful smile on your face, and he acted like a teenager. His lips were on yours in an instant. 

He took your face in his hand, and your lips parted slightly. Marcus no longer had control over anything. A quiet moan escaped your throat as he slid his tongue between your lips, caressing you gently. He felt your hand rest on his chest and it woke him up. After that, he only remembered the way to the car.

You guessed Marcus must have been going through a hard time because he didn't show up for work the next day. You felt guilty about it. Maybe if you could stop him and explain that the kiss wasn't bad at all, that nothing you didn't want to happen didn't happen... 

Marcus had been a widower for a few years now, you knew that very well. But you couldn't fool yourself, you had a soft spot for him. You even called him Clark Kent when no one listened, because he took off his glasses when he went into battle with the rest of the Heroics, and he seemed like a completely different guy then.

That kiss surprised you, but God!, you had been thinking about it for so long.

You couldn't wait any longer and right after work you got into your car and drove straight to Marcus' house, which was outside the city. Of course, he might not open the door for you, but you couldn't leave it like that.

You stood in front of his door and knocked, after a while he opened it completely surprised.

"Hi. Is something wrong?" he asked, confused.

"You tell me. Can I come in?"

Marcus stepped aside and nodded his head inviting you in. The house was nice and tidy. Marcus made sure that Missy had everything she needed, and he did it perfectly. You entered the bright living room with a large sofa, a TV and a lot of photos on the shelves. You noticed the ones of his wife, a beautiful woman with a captivating smile that their daughter had inherited.

“Marcus, I think we need to talk.” You started and he nodded, crossing arms over his chest, “What happened…”

"It was unprofessional. I'm sorry." he interrupted you, saying the words he must have prepared earlier "I just... I misread the signs. I thought that... I just really like you. I'm sorry."

"I like you too." you replied "A lot, actually. I love spending time with you and talking and... Listen, I don't want you to think that kiss was something bad." you looked down, a little embarrassed by what you wanted to say "I... I really wanted that too."

“Really?” His eyes flashed, but you didn’t notice. He looked at you, surprised and confused at the same time. “I thought I never… You know, I felt guilty. I haven’t felt this way about another woman since my wife died. I felt a little like I… betrayed her. I don’t know if that makes sense…”

It made sense, and it made a lot of sense. It was exactly as you suspected, and your heart skipped a beat at the sight of this man who was so overwhelmed by all of these emotions.

“Marcus... I would never want to replace your wife. I wouldn’t dare compete with her,” you replied quietly, though your voice was shaking. “What you had was wonderful and you still have Missy. But I think you deserve happiness and I’m sure you definitely deserve love, to be close to someone, to feel loved... It’s not cheating. It’s just something else, another chapter.”

Marcus chuckled as if something funny had just occurred to him. “My mom says the same thing.”

“She’s a smart woman.”

He nodded. He looked around the room as if he was searching for courage, and then those sweet brown eyes landed on you again. “I’m sorry. Not for the kiss, but for running away like some stupid kid. I got scared.”

“I understand. I got a little scared too…”

Marcus raised his eyebrows and adjusted his glasses. “What? You don’t mean me, do you?”

You shook your head. "I just really wanted it, I wanted you to kiss me. But then I thought that maybe I forced you to do it or something."

"I think we really misunderstood each other, didn't we?" he ran his hand through his hair and smiled, "Jesus. This is so pathetic."

You giggled and after a moment you both laughed. All the tension drained from you. Marcus seemed a little more relaxed too. For a moment you looked at each other in silence, and you were the one who broke it.

"So what about the concert? Will you go with me?"

“I’d love to. But is this a date?”

“As long as we both want it.” You shrugged.

“I want it.”

“Me too.”

He took a step towards you, and then another. His brown eyes darkened slightly. "Can I kiss you?" Marcus asked quietly "I'm sorry, but I've been thinking about it since yesterday and..."

“Stop apologizing to me, just do it.”

I didn't have to repeat it a second time. Marcus's lips were on yours again, and you felt that whatever was between you, it was good.

[a-simple-imagine]

Tear apart the heart

synopsis: you just watched your girlfriend die right in front of you

pairing: victoria neuman x reader

words: 1k+

WARNINGS - themes of grief, blood, death, mention of body pieces

she promised you the world and instead, you got the most disgusting makeshift lab you ever had the displeasure of stepping inside. but it really didn't matter anymore.

that heavy feeling in your chest is brand spanking new. you search your brain for a comparison but it's like nothing you've ever felt before. it's almost suffocating. blocking off the one thing keeping you alive right now. air. gross, dingy air that was so polluted with chemicals and old take out, it almost knocked you sick but now a hint of copper joined this mix. an unwelcome change. a tickle against your cheek. you reach up to remove the tear. only it is red as it slips from the tip of your finger down your hand and to your wrist. you wanted to believe it was fake even as it trickled down your forearm. so desperate for none of this to be real. but deep down you know it is. it's blood. her blood. and maybe the droplets that adorn your skin should have been actually tears but they just never came. did that make youan evil person? undoubtedly. everyone cries when someone dies. it's like the first thing that's expected. but you just couldn't. what you felt inside wasn't sadness per se. or maybe it was. you couldn't tell. it didn't feel like when you were normally about to cry. this felt all-consuming. you felt rigid in this moment. unable to process anything. This wasn't ordinary. most people didn't watch the person they loved get ripped in two. weren’t drenched in tiny pieces of their girlfriend. it felt comical in a way. perhaps that was why you were having such a hard time acknowledging it. people don't just get ripped in half. this wasn't a comic book or some mid-budget horror film which gaineda startling cult following because they used practical effects instead of CGI for the gore but they didn't overdo it with the gore either. it was tasteful. no. this wasn't tasteful. you don't know what this is. you can hardly even look at her. you want to go back. dear god. you shouldn't have given in so easily.

"did you order the food?" you question, glancing up from her laptop that you had been playing on.

"What?" a brief blank expression that settles into a gentle smile. the kind of smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "no. sorry."

"Can I order something?" a silent nod puts you to work and decides what to have. "who were you talking to then- on the phone?"

"Hughie,"

the name alone forms a pit in your stomach. you used to think so fondly of him. you'd met him a great many times but that was before. "you can't be serious,"

"Just hear me out"

"no, Victoria- that man has tried to kill you multiple times," you express. "what could you possibly want from him?"

"out," a simple word. She cares not to elaborate as she walks closer to the kitchen aisle. taking her laptop, she spins it around to face her. "so what are we eating?"

"what do you mean out?"

she shrugs. "I want out. out of everything. I just- I can't do this anymore."

your heart beats a little faster. out of everything? out of this? that wouldn't explain the conversation with Hughie. although they used to be close friends. "what?"

"he's gonna help me get out of this mess," she expresses. "I think I wanted this for a while. like genuinely wanted it not just because of what was happening around me or stan or whatever. but now it's just not something that makes any sense."

"Vic,"

"It's pathetic really but I'm just never gonna be more than a puppet. and that's not what I want- I don't wanna be under anyone's control, y'know?"

"Sure," a lopsided smile with a hint of shrug. you didn't get it. felt like a few pieces of the puzzle were missing. a small sigh leaves her painted lips as she walks over to you. your eyes trail after her until you're staring into all too familiar eyes. usually so steely but today they possess a flicker of something different.

"Hughie is gonna help me get out. if I do this- if I help them bring down homelander then I just get to live my life away from all the bullshit. I realised all I want now is to be with Zoe. and with you too."

"Are we just skipping the part where he and his friends tried to murder you? how can we trust them?" you wonder what she can see in your eyes. the fear of what's to come. the joy of knowing she was willing to give up everything to be with you? That was a crazy thought. a crazy thing to admit. Victoria was gentle with you and loving but this felt like a different level of vulnerability. one you never saw from her.

"I'm not asking you to trust them," she holds your gaze, firm and pleading. "I'm asking you to trust me."

she had never steered you so wrong before. on shaky legs, you push yourself up off the dusty floor. brushing yourself off; little did it help. your heart races with your decision as 5 people - mostly strangers- surround you. you weren't a supe. you had no means to protect yourself here. they don't seem like they're gonna kill you as you turn around to find Hughie amongst them. he was covered in blood too. your girlfriend's blood. it was almost strange how fitting it was. That pit that once formed was now a silent rage as you stared at him. the man who Victoria trusted enough to come here. the man who promised her protection. the man who leads her to her death. he just stares back. a look of sympathy perhaps- no, pity. you take a deep breath and turn away in search of the other person you arrived with. zoe lies unconscious off to one side. at least you hope she's just unconscious. or maybe you didn't? what was a worse experience for her? you slowly make your way over to her. nobody stops you. nobody makes a move. you know you can't carry her so you just sit down beside her. a gentle hand on her side. you don't want her to be alone when she finds out her mother is dead.

[writing-reference-redux]

Halloween Prompts

60 ideas for writers and artists!

Either choose your own prompt, or ask your followers to choose for you by sending you a character or ship and the number or emoji. Also, let people know if you welcome combos (combining two prompts into a single story or art piece)!

🎃 - Pumpkin carving time!

🍭 - Candy eating contest!

🫣 - Let me tell you a scary story...

🙅 - In support of the Halloween-disliker

💬 - I'm scared, and I'm going to text you all about it

🤒 - What do you mean you're sick? It's Halloween!

😳 - I have never been so embarrassed in my life

😱 - Don't worry! They're just wearing costumes!

🍷 - A little tipsy, a little spooked

☕️ - Pumpkin spice and everything nice

🍁 - The leaves are lovely this time of year

🌙 - A stroll in the moonlight

💃 - Dance the fright away

💔 - Halloween heartbreak

❤️‍🩹 - Halloween heart-mending

💍 - A Halloween proposal

🛏️ - Getting spooky in the sheets (always practice safe hex)

📖 - An armchair, a bathrobe, and a good creepy book

📺 - Let's stay in and watch scary movies

🍿 - How about we go see that new horror flick?

🛒 - What do you mean I bought too many decorations?

🪡 - Adventures in costume making

💅 - Trust me, you're going to look great!

👥 - The perfect couple's costume idea

🧼 - Your makeup really won't wash off?

🥸 - They can't tell that it's me in this costume!

🍬 - We're (not) too old to go trick-or-treating

😈 - No treat, all trick

🏚️ - Two tickets for the haunted house, please

🕯️ - A little bit of candlelight

🔦 - Are you afraid of the dark?

👂 - Did you hear that?

👀 - I'm probably just seeing things

👻 - Do you believe in ghosts?

🧛 - Vampires aren't real... right?

🧟 - The dead walk (or run, or mosey, or swim...)

🐺 - Werewolves and other fuzzy menaces

🧙 - Are you a good witch or a bad witch?

🤡 - Clowns aren't THAT scary

🪓 - Didn't you hear there's an axe-man on the loose?

💀 - Is that skeleton rattling in this direction?

🐙 - It came from beneath the waves

🧠 - It's all in your head (no, really... it's in there)

🎭 - Possession for fun and profit

🤫 - Shh! It will hear you!

🕷️ - Eight-legged guests

🐈‍⬛ - Black cats need love, too

🐦‍⬛ - An unkindness of ravens, a murder of crows...

😴 - Nightmares can't hurt you

🧸 - Children shouldn't play with creepy things

👩🏽‍💻 - An online presence

📦 - What's in the box?

🪦 - We'll just take a quick shortcut through the graveyard

🔤 - Tell me that isn't a Ouija board

📜 - An unfortunate artifact

📕 - Volume of the damned

📼 - I wonder what's on this old VHS tape

🖼️ - A portrait of very bad things

🚪 - A strange door to... somewhere

🎶 - The reanimation of the ancient being known as a "songfic"

[puripurin]

[50, 100, 150, 250 and 350 follower special] [Yan! Omega x Male Reader x Yan! Bunny Hybrid]

— You coughed as you suddenly breathed in only to realize two large purple eyes were staring at you. They blinked two times before they were pulled away harshly.

"Move it you whore. Just because we made an agreement to share him doesn't mean I'll just let you infect him with your stripper mindset." The person with bunny ears degraded the man with a harsh tone. However, the crude remarks only made him burst into laughter.

"How about you stop coming at me when you look like some of my coworkers with that skin-tight body suit?" He mocked the bunny hybrid, who put his middle finger in his face.

"At least I don't go around shoving my dick into other people other than (Y/n). Sometimes I can't believe I have to work with a bitch like you!" The bunny hybrid scowled at the other person. You raised your eyebrow at the two's arguments.

"Right... so what the fuck is going on?" You stopped their glaring at one another by making them shift their focus on you. Almost immediately, they came super close to you. The bunny hybrid slapped his hand on the other person's mouth before speaking up.

"The name's Clear Blackwell! I'm non-binary, so use he/ they pronouns." They winked and blew a kiss before swiftly pulling their hand away and glaring at the man who bit his hand.

"I'm Cecil, and the reason you're here is that you need to be taught a lesson on why you shouldn't break the rules." He kissed you on the nose before moving back a bit to cross his arms with a glare on his face.

"What were the rules?" You questioned, not recalling being given any rules. "No talking to anyone outside of work colleagues for work-related things, friends, family or people in the service industry. No watching porn. No seeking dates with anyone and so on and so forth. We tried our best to make it lenient, but you broke Every. Single. Rule." Cecil shook his head in disappointment. Oh, they were probably the ones you kept receiving in the mailbox of your apartment complex that they wrote with blood. Obviously, you didn't follow it and threw it away. You were going to say something but Clear started to speak.

"Sigh, this is one of the few times I have to agree with this whore. You have been out and about prancing around, flaunting yourself to anyone who wants to see it. Ugh... do you know how many times I had to call up my bodyguards to kill all of those cunts who dared to indulge themselves in your desires?" Clear's eyes twitched as they seethed in anger and frustration. You looked at them with a blank stare before realizing what they meant.

"YOU KILLED MY DATES!?!?" You shrieked in horror. It was no wonder why not a single one of your dates messaged you back for a second date. You tried moving away from them, but Clear slammed his hands on the chair handles to stop you from moving.

"And don't play as if you're scared. I don't like it when someone that belongs to me pretends to be all innocent whilst whoring themselves out." Clear inhaled and exhaled to calm themself down and moved away from you. Cecil patted Clear on the back in comfort before moving towards you.

"Your punishment is going to be rough. Although we wanted our first time having sex with you to be gentle, unfortunately, you couldn't keep yourself in check, so it has come down to this." Cecil sighs and takes off his collar before putting it on you. He stops at a point before pulling it so tight you start to choke.

"Now let's see if you're going to disobey the rules after this." He relaxed the tightness of the collar before pulling you into a rough kiss.

"I- I'm sho sorry f- for breaking the rulesss!" You sobbed from the pain. Almost everywhere on your body was hot with pain. Your mouth and throat were in pain even though Cecil and Clear had innocent-looking faces, their sizes were no joke. Clear kissed your swollen and bleeding lips in contentment.

"F-fuck... Clear, do you think he's learnt his lesson?" Cecil moaned as he slammed back into you, making you shudder and moan from the roughness. His face was flushed as he watched both of you make out.

"A-ah haa... Yeah... He looks so docile now, with his lips all messed up and his body covered in lovebites. Shit, this makes me want to mess him up even more... but I think he's starting to reach his limits." Clear rubs his thumb on your cheek, which nearly makes you close your eyes if you weren't getting fucked by Cecil. Cecil nods before thrusting back into you a few more times before he came inside.

"Damn... You're better than any of my clients." He kissed your cheek before rolling his eyes and kissing Clear on their lips after they motioned for a kiss. "Right, time to clean up. I'll get the towels and water." Cecil got up and brought back some towels and a few bottles of water.

Cecil cleaned up both you and Clear so fast but was pretty gentle about it before cleaning himself up. You fell asleep from exhaustion and snuggled up into a pillow at first, but Clear switched out the pillow for you to hug them instead. Clear watched as Cecil wiped off his body before speaking up.

"You're so much nicer when you aren't spouting a bunch of bullshit, you know?"

"How about you shut the fuck up before I fuck that brattiness out of you."

Yall thought you were gonna get a full-length smut? Guess what, you got bamboozled. Sorry if their personalities switch up like crazy, yall have no ideas how hard it is to write this shit down before valentine's day so you have time to write a val. special.

Anyways, for those of you who don't know, Cecil and Clear are the very first ocs I wrote about to publish on here and I appreciate all of the people who scrolled through my blog to read everything like thirsty dogs. Thank you.

Also i squizshed every follower milestone to one poast is because realistically, i aint gon an write all of that but I might reblog later to write out the full smut. Ah, almost forgot, if Clear's intro is bad here IM SORRY CUS LIKE IDK HOW YOU DO THIS WITH CONFISENCE OMG IF YALL ASK ME TO CHANGE IT ILL CHANGE IT CUS ITS BADDD 😭😭😭😭 Also Cecil not saying his last name intentional.

Once again, without the jokes or spelling errors, I'm actually grateful that yall actually comment, like and follow my writing. So I might go back on my old quotev ACC to rewrite and finish the story that I posted before. Any questions that you all might have, I'll answer in the comments. Also yes, I will write pt2 for cute! Monster's father.

(noto prooftred)

[shinobicyrus]

Maybe I'm being too hard on it, but the Buffy episode Gingerbread simultaneously hits so hard and is immensely unsatisfying to watch in the Year Of Our Lord 2025.

The bones of a great story are there: moral panics, witch hunts, zealous parent organizations, cops breaking open kid's lockers and dragging the "witches" away, cops ransacking a library to remove "dangerous" or "inappropriate" books.

It's the kind of story I think really can't (and shouldn't) be told in a Monster of the Week format, because - spoiler warning - the show conjures a physical monster that is responsible for it all and killing it makes the problem just...solved in a very frustrating way. Everything discussed isn't given closure, everything that transpired (save the 'Amy is stuck as a Rat' gag) simply doesn't come up again.

Yes, I know that's a bit uncharitable to horror-comedy teen drama from 1999, but I'm gonna go off anyway.

From the start, the premise is interesting. I won't do a full recap, but the beats are sample: Buffy's mom Joyce - in an attempt to try and understand her daughter better - decides to invite herself along on one of Buffy's patrols in a mom-like fashion. Joyce sees a pair of dead children with a ritual mark on their hands. The ritual mark suggests witches and Joyce starts getting involved with the school and later city hall, where she makes a speech about taking Sunnydale back from "the monsters, the witches, and the Slayers."

The town starts going on the hunt for witches. First occult contraband, then Giles' books are forcibly removed from the library; witchy students are getting attacked at school.

Only it turns out it's not real. The kids never existed, it was all a trick by a demon who convinces Joyce and other parents to burn their daughters at the stake, but then the demon is revealed and killed. All's well that ends well!

Now I was on board at the start. Watching a boy in makeup get accosted by a gang of bullies for being a "witch," books being taken away by the authorities, troubling speeches by "concerned parents;" it's quite affecting in our, say, current situation.

But when we find out "Oh! It's actually Hansel and Gretel!" is where it all falls apart for me, culminating in a frankly lazy quick fix for, let's be real, is crypto-fascism.

The episode doesn't even have a final tie-up of loose ends where Buffy confronts her mom about her obviously still unresolved issues with her being the slayer. Joyce specifically called out "slayers" in her speech about what's wrong with Sunnydale. She told her own daughter to her face that she doesn't really solve anything as the Slayer; that she's not doing anything to help in a way that matters.

And that's just left completely unaddressed! No follow-up, no closure. Oh it's fine, she said all those hurtful things while under the influence of Hansel and Gretel surely they're not an expression of her true inner feelings at all!

In order to fix this, to give the subject real justice, I think you'd have to A). tweak a few details and B). make it more than a single episode.

They really didn't need to make the kids some figment. Kids have died in Buffy before - and not just high school students. Children have been turned into vampires before and even killed as vampires. It wouldn't even need to be a witch symbol that kicked it all off, it could have just as easily been a demonic symbol used by like...cultists. Buffy has dealt with people working with demons before! She nearly got sacrificed to a snake demon by a college frat full of rich assholes.

In fact, I think it works even better if Joyce was responding to a semi-real problem: humans working for demons. Joyce (and the parents she recruits) would then take that to mean anyone who has contact with the supernatural is corrupted. Parents and cops seeing no difference between evil demonic symbols and like, the white magic Willow and her friends practice would be such an easy leap. It starts with looking for people who cavort with demons, then it's books about demons, then it's witches, then it's just anyone different.

Even if Buffy were to defeat that particular demon and its human toadies that specific episode, the tension would still be there. The problem of Sunnydale taking out years of enduring horrors they don't understand out on vulnerable people on the fringes could have been an overarching problem that would dovetail so nicely with the Mayor, who is the focus on most of that season anyway!

Imagine a longer arc of Joyce's activism getting her more into politics, more into the orbit of the Mayor. A Mayor who is friendly and charming and more than willing to start passing laws to "protect" Sunnydale. Suddenly, a curfew for anyone under 18 makes Buffy's patrols cut short by the cops, or the magic shop is shut down and the Scooby Gang's jobs get harder. They're not just fighting the Mayor now - they're fighting City Hall, they're dodging the cops, they're opposed to Buffy's mom.

Maybe I'm overreaching a bit. Maybe I'm projecting anxieties as I live in a world where moral panics are in full swings, libraries are being purged and defunded by the government, where vulnerable people are being demonized and targeted by parental activists, politicians, news organizations, and hateful vigilantes.

Maybe living through the past couple of years and then watching something I like from my childhood treat the same phenomenon so cavalierly has made me a little bitter.

But hey, there's always fanfiction.

[numberonetacostan]

Hi gang just went through hell and back:P Might i request some...i dunno if you've ever heard of this ship before...but...some tacomic? Such a peculiar rare pair, i know./j

Hi Moldy!!^^ Welcome back, and thank you for sending in an ask!! :) I'm sorry something bad happened to you!! <3 <3 I hope you can feel better soon!!

Ask and you shall receive, tacomic headcanons!

I like to think that post-s2 finale/season 4-ish time (maybe) when Taco ends every social interaction looking up at Mic with big sparkly eyes to ask if she did a good job or not, there are times when they end up in a 'why' loop as parents and toddlers are prone to do. ex: "Taco, that's rude." "Why?" "Because you shouldn't say things like that to people!" "Why?" "Because it might hurt their feelings" "Why?". It's just as genuine as when a toddler does it as well, Taco genuinely doesn't understand and wants to know why, but the concepts can be so basic and implicit for most people that they can be quite hard to explain.

Another for around that same time- Taco really only likes to share with Mic. She'll share with other people if Mic makes her, but she only wants to share with Mic. Like if Taco happened to have some bedding that didn't get erased since she'd made it herself? She'd share it with Mic, of course. If there was enough for another contestants or two to use, and they asked? Immediate no. And then Mic will tell Taco she should share, to which Taco is confused because she is sharing. With Mic. She's not happy she has to share with other people too, especially people she doesn't like or even care about either way (I tend to think of her as valuing people she makes a relationship with so so so much more than other people. Yeah they probably hate her too, but she does not give one shit about like, Salt or Bomb. She never really talked to them she doesn't gaf. What matters is that she hates herself and Pickle hates her. I'll give points for the rest of the menu squad as well.).

Taco opens things for Mic. Constantly. I like to think of Mic as being pretty strong, all things considered, and Taco as well despite her small stature, but Taco has her claws and fangs. So if there's a crisp bag that Mic can't quite get? A stubborn water bottle? A pack of scissors that require scissors to open? Taco will decimate whatever part of the packaging has the gall to trouble her beloved Microphone.

Gah! Fuck! What I was originally going to say here is too related to the next fic. Shit! Uhhhhh Mic's beautiful belief that Taco Will Not Hurt Her that we see when she steps in front of Taco's gun in s2 ep14? I like to think it also translates into the belief that Taco will protect her. If Mic has a nightmare she can and will get as close to Taco as possible because she has full faith that Taco would tear anything that threatens her apart. If she is a spider she will call for Taco. If they're watching a horror movie she will squeeze Taco on her lap the entire time.

Taco has accidentally scratched Mic before. She accidentally scratches things relatively often, when she doesn't have her gloves on. She's very used to having them on, yeah? Rarely takes them off. So when they are off, mostly when they're being washed I suppose, things get scratched. Bedding can get shredded, holes in carpets, dents in wood furniture, there isn't much that Taco's claws can't hurt. And Mic has very much been nicked before. Taco feels very, very bad every time!! Mic just puts a bandage over it and goes on about her day while Taco follows her and gives her little presents and cups of tea because she feels so very bad. Usually it ends in them cuddling once Taco has her gloves back so she can feel better and know that Mic still loves her.

[rutlancecf]

"Slow dance"

- I can teach you to dance, Jona.- And they all stared at Damian.

- Really?- The girl asked surprised.

- Yes, right now if you wish.- He raised a fist to his mouth.- I have already arranged with the orchestra so that they play a slow and simple song to dance to.-

- Huh?- And she blushed up to her ears.- Right now?- Seeing her teammate nod, she swallowed a little before answering.- Su-sure.-

Damian, like a true gentleman, extended his arm as an invitation for her to accompany him, which little Jonatha did, feeling all eyes on them.

- Ignore them.- The 13 years old boy told her in a low voice.- Just look at my face and try to follow my movements.-

Hold me, hold me.

Never let me go

until you've told me,

told me,

what I want to know

and then just hold me, hold me.

Make me tell you I'm in love with you.

Almost without thinking, Supergirl followed Robin's directions, both vocal and physical, stepping on him a few times, earning the other's frowns, who said nothing and continued to direct her onto the dance floor, where other couples had joined them.

-The two look so adorable.-

- Gross.-

- Jason! Tim!-

Already when he felt that Jona had managed to master the famous "1-2-3", Damian released the girl's hands to put them on his shoulders, while he adjusted his hands above her waist, to avoid touching anything that he shouldn't.

- Dami!- Jona's cheeks turned red like tiny little strawberries at the other boy's action.- What are you doing?-

- It's the next part of the slow dance.- He assured her.- Don't say anything and keep dancing.-

- Okay, okay.- And instinctively she put her head on his shoulder.- Thank you, Damian.-

- You don't have to, I offered to help you learn.-

- Anyway, thanks.- Smiling, she continued to scoot to the tune, her head still on Damian's shoulder.

- I think I should separate them, Lois.- Clark was undecided whether to intervene or sit watching his eldest daughter dance intimately with Batman's son.

- Leave them, Smallville.- His wife scolded him, amused to see him jealous.- They're just dancing, it's not like they're doing something bad.-

- But, but... Jona.-

- Shut up and leave them alone. Go get me something to drink.- She ordered.- She's growing up.-

- Okay.- He let out a deep sigh.

He didn't like to see that his girl would soon stop being one to become a young lady. The horror. So, like any self-respecting father, he set himself the goal of taking care of his little girl not only from villains, but also from the evil intentions of other boys, especially Damian Wayne.

(Kiss me) Kiss me, (Kiss me) kiss me. When you do, I'll know that you will miss me. (Miss me) Miss me. (Miss me) If we ever say "Adieu" So kiss me, kiss me. (Ah) Make me tell you I'm in love with you. (Hold me, thrill me) Never, never, never let me go. (Hold me, thrill me) Never, never, never let me go. (Hold me, thrill me) Never, never, never let me go.

- For the next gala, Master Bruce, you should talk to the boys first, before tonight's show is repeated again.- Alfred advised him as he passed by him.

- Thanks for the advice, Alfred. I'll take it into consideration.- Why were his children always giving him headaches?

- Much appreciated of me, sir. Now, how do you intend to handle the situation with Mr. Clark?-

And for any answer, he slapped himself on the face.

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In this chapter, I used the female version of the name "Jonathan", just to make it clear. And yes, it is "Jonatha"

To give you an idea of what's going on, Damian made and lost a bet against Jason, Tim and Dick, so at the next gala organized by the Wayne's, He had to ask three people to dance, however, they allowed him to choose the songs and the people he would dance with.

Jonatha was not part of these three people.

[yanderes-galore]

I've been waiting for this! Darling almost gets caught by the Unknown before the fog gets them. Darling thinks she's "safe" (away from the Unknown) before going on trial and seeing it again. I think Unknown would be happy to see a previous almost victim.

I was originally going to make this a concept but I don't think that would do it justice. So, here's a one shot :) The cool thing about this killer is I don't have to do much research since you're meant to not know anything about it.

Gender is Gender-Neutral as I just... Never said any pronouns- I got too focused on the spooky.

I got really into this, sorry it isn't fully spell checked 😅 I am my only editor, lol.

Reoccurring Nightmare

"Yandere!" The Unknown Story

Pairing: Dubious intentions

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, "Obsession", Stalking, Kidnapping (Technically), Grotesque descriptions, Primarily just horror themes, Violence, Dubious intentions.

Sometimes people get into things they shouldn't. Sometimes you come across something that you shouldn't have known about. Unfortunately, accident or not, there is still consequences.

Poor you probably didn't even mean to get involved with The Fog or The Unknown. If anything, you just wanted to know what happened to your lost friends. Mikaela and Sable have been gone for a long time now....

The search for your friends accidentally got you involved in a darker scheme than you thought. Unbeknownst to you, simply searching got you caught in the crosshairs of something... otherworldly. You had no clue until it decided to strike.

It started with an uneasy feeling. The constant feeling of being watched. Perhaps that was just you being anxious... You are worried about your friends, after all.

But as your research and leads got deeper and deeper... You began to realize you were too deep in this web. You kept finding research and articles about strange phenomenon. Things like dark fog and cryptid sightings.

The entire time the feeling only ever got worse.

Days turned to weeks as you looked over the information you had. The police never bothered to help and you kept finding rabbit holes. No matter how much calming teas or meds you take, you can't shake your anxiety.

Are you being followed...?

Are you insane?

In the middle of the night you hear noises. Things like skittering or... voices. You swear you see silhouettes pass your window or banging across your walls.

You haven't gotten enough sleep... Maybe you're just hallucinating?

Your fears kept getting worse as you continued on. You kept thinking you heard the voices of your friends outside. Yet there was nothing ever there.

Your mind felt coated in a mental fog. You just couldn't think straight. Why did it feel like you were seeing things?

One night marked the conclusion of your fears....

Late at night you kept scrolling through research. At this point you were too far gone into this rabbit hole. There had to be something that took them... right?

"H-Hell..o?"

You freeze when you hear something speak. You look around, yet once again nothing's there. The voice sounds corrupted... inhuman... you can't read it.

"H-Help...!"

The voice croaks again, sounding oddly familiar. You shoot up from your seat and look around. However... You begin to breathe heavily when there's nothing...

Except for a sudden bang.

Your gaze shoots to your window, seeing something skitter off. The brief glance you got wasn't enough to tell you what it is. Yet you can tell it's playing with you...

It's taunting you....

You quickly run through your house in search of a weapon. Something... Wasn't right. With the amount of research you've done, you have your suspicions on what's wrong.

But you're still unable to comprehend it...

Let alone what it wants.

"S-Scar...ed?"

The voice croaks from outside, thumping hitting your walls. It's trying to find a way in. Your heart won't stop racing.

You grit your teeth, grabbing a knife from the kitchen to defend yourself. It's all you've got right now.... However, if this is what you think it is...

It doesn't really matter....

"Cu...te...!"

You grimace at the voice, the gender swapping between a distorted male and female. You can't decipher it. It's all a threat you can't fight....

With a loud crash, an axe smashes through your window. You jump back to keep your distance. Although... You freeze when something crawls through the broken glass.

It looks... Twisted. The cracking of bones fills the room, leaving you unnerved. The...Creature twitches and cracks around until it goes from all fours to on its twisted legs.

You feel bile bubble within you at the sight. You don't even dare look at its face. It's a twisted mimic of some sort of man.

That thing isn't human, however...

Nowhere close to it.

"I-I have... something... for you...!"

You brandish the knife as if it would do anything against it. Even if you had a gun, you doubt it would kill it. Black smoke pours into the room as the creature snaps and twitches closer to you.

"S-Stay... still...!"

The creature echoes before swinging the fire axe. You dodge it but the weapon manages to snag your knife. You curse to yourself as you dodge.

Not like it would've helped you anyways.

The creature turns around to look at you, a twisted grin never leaving its face. Your fear excited it. Such wonderful prey.

However, as you both plot your next move, the fog continues to fill the room until there was nothing but darkness.

You panic, having only vague ideas of what this meant for you. However... When you awoke, your adrenaline began to settle. You were left in a forest...

With nothing but a campfire in front of you...

Along with your two missing friends.

The two are filled with surprise when they see your shaking form on the ground. You stare back at them in confusion. Then...

You begin to cry.

Mikaela and Sable quickly run over to you and embrace you. You sob into them, calming down from your near death experience. Such a thing Mikaela and Sable have grown used to by this point.

They comfort you, rambling about how they didn't expect to see you again. They express concern and worry. After all... No one tries to get here on purpose.

You were happy to find them, even if it isn't safe here. All that mattered to you was the fact you were away from the creature. You never had to see it again...

Even if you had other issues to deal with...

But you could face those with your newly found friends by your side, right?

---

By this point you've gotten used to these new trials. These loops of death and illusions of escape was supposedly what Mikaela and Sable had been going through the entire time you've been looking from them. You were sent from one hell to another....

Yet you were quickly beginning to adapt.

Perhaps you were always meant to come here. If you stopped looking for your friends, would it still happen? You aren't sure... But does it matter anymore?

All you know is death now.

However, with Mikaela and Sable you could get used to the cycles. With them... You felt you could get through this. At least here... you could comprehend most horrors.

Every trial seemed to blend together eventually...

Then you saw it again.

You could never forget the twisted body and unnerving aura. You nearly freeze again in the middle of a generator when you see it shambling around that decrepit movie theater. You fidget with the wires as best you can but you're soon thrown off.

Upon roiling across the dingy movie carpet, you look up to see the very same creature you thought you escaped. It crawls on all fours towards you with that same cracking sound. Your memories flash before you...

Aren't you used to death at this point?

"Fo~und... y~ou~!"

The creature coos in a distorted voice... Shuffling closer in a rapid pace.

Your scream to echoes through the trial as it advances, your mind flashing a reminder that whatever happens... There's no escaping it now.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

OH MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS I ADORE YOUR WRITING!!!

“I need you, why do you always leave me?” With Narinder from Cotl with a reincarnated mortal s/o who always dies young? I’m such a sucker for this kind of troupe oh my lawd

Thank you so much and have a wonderful day/night!

Ong this trope is so good it hurts </3

Request more angst/horror prompts here!

.......

"Lamb, you must perform the resurrection ritual again."

"Narinder, it's barely been two days.." With a weary sigh, the sheep closed their gospel book, already becoming irritated with their former master's blunt request. "I may have taken your role as death, but even I have my limits. I can't just do that ritual whenev-"

"I had to bury my spouse yet again."

".....oh." A small pit in formed in their stomach, knowing exactly who he was talking about. "Again? What happened this time?"

"Some fool thought it would be funny to dare [y/n] to eat a deadly dish...and they accepted it, only to die puking their guts out." Narinder huffed, although deep inside it killed him to know that your death this time around was entirely avoidable.

He never thought he'd ever care for a mortal..much less one of Lamb's first followers, who somehow kept dying young and became the first one they resurrected.

Your existence has become a never-ending cycle of death and rebirth, and he wondered when they'll finally accept that you're simply not meant to live a prolonged life.

However, now that he himself was in the cult and wedded to you...he saw things differently. From a new perspective.

After you died once right before his very eyes--and not through the Red Crown--he suddenly understood that same grief Lamb endured ugh after they killed one of their spouses, who became mind-controlled by Shamura.

He thought of them as weak.

But not anymore.

Not when it became his turn to suffer in a similar fashion, counting the hours (or days, even) until Lamb could resurrect you.

He lost count of how many times you've died since then, although he knows you aren't trying to kill yourself on purpose. You were very "accident-prone" and sometimes did stupid things that you shouldn't have---such as accepting a dare to eat a "deadly dish" stew.

You might've been a fool for that, but he still loved you.

Unfortunately, not even the golden skull necklace Lamb gifted you provided any protection from death....besides old age, of course.

At least Narinder knew you'd never pass away naturally, but knowing it couldn't spare you from other causes didn't make him feel any better.

"Fine..I will do the resurrection at dawn." Lamb finally caved, understanding how much you truly meant to him. "But you must talk to [y/n] about this. With each rebirth, they slowly forget more and more of their past lives."

"....is that so?" The black feline raised an eyebrow, surprised.

This was new information to him--although he never exactly had the chance to revive somebody over and over, except for his former vessel whenever they foolishly perished during a crusade.

But they were very different.

They were nigh-immortal...you weren't.

"First they forgot how they previously died, then they forgot which shelter they slept it, and then they forgot how to cook their favorite meal...you see where I'm going with this?"

He didn't speak, afraid that his former vessel was correct. But it's not something he wanted to think about at all...even though it's certainly possible.

Suddenly he was beginning to realize the repercussions of the same doctrine that got him exiled over a millennia ago..

"I can't watch over them all the time..as their spouse you're gonna have to step it up, or else...they might-"

"Just do the ritual, please.."

Lamb's ears flicked up with surprise, never expecting Narinder to grovel at their podium. The only other time he acted this way was when he begged them to kill him instead of sparing his life, although it didn't do him much good as they chose mercy.

But this time, they felt a bit of pity for him.

He must truly care about you.

They simply nodded. "I will need more bones."

.........

You found yourself back in a familiar place:

Floating over a glowing red sigil, followers in hoods kneeling all around you, Lamb's eyes glowing with a powerful energy....and you expelling ichor from your body in a rather disgusting display.

You never did get used to puking out this black magical goop.

But once you landed on the floorboards of the temple, you sighed in relief, wiping your mouth on your sleeve before gazing at everyone surrounding you.

"So...what have I missed?"

A few of them uncovered their hoods and greeted you, happy to see you return to the land of the living. Others kept their distance, looking rather annoyed that Lamb decided to resurrect you for the umpteenth time.

One, however, stood there motionless, refusing to remove his own hood.

You looked to him, watching as he approached you, being unsure of his intentions. Although judging from the way other followers hastily moved out of his way...this person must have held great influence over them.

The fact that he had three glowing red eyes was most alluring.

Have you met him before?

Before you could ask him who he was, he suddenly grabbed you by the wrist. "H-Hey! Ouch!" You winced, feeling his claws slightly digging into you as he began dragging you out of the temple.

"Where are you taking me??"

"....stop talking."

His voice was low and quiet, and also....sad?

You were immensely confused by this mystery follower's behavior, especially as he led you to his hut--one that was more decorative than the standard shelters on the other side of the cult grounds.

While you remained silent, you couldn't help being bedazzled by the outside of it, although you didn't have time to really get a good look around the inside.

Because the next thing you knew...

You were pushed onto the bed, with him crawling onto it and laying beside you. Then he uncovered his hood, two long cat ears flicking upwards as his eyes met yours for a brief moment.

And in that split second, you swore they were filled to the brim with tears.

You blinked, afraid to speak considering how angry he sounded just moments ago, but you were even more perplexed when he flopped onto your chest. From his throat, a purring sound rumbled, and you could feel it throughout your entire body....and in your very soul.

"Please..don't do this to me..." His ears flattened.

"Do....what?" Reaching down, you awkwardly placed a hand on his head, slowly petting his fur and hoping it provided him some comfort. "I don't know what's wrong, but..I hope this is okay."

Your uncertain tone only further devastated Narinder. This was exactly how you'd comfort him after his nightmares. He only ever allowed you to see him in such moments of vulnerability, so you never needed to ask for his permission. You would simply do it.

Had you forgotten that, too?

Was that damned Lamb right after all?

Were you forgetting.....him?

"I need you, why do you always leave me?" He mumbled, heartbroken as the tears slid down his cheeks, droplets splattering onto the symbol adorning your ragged shirt. "With each new life, I-I'm...losing more and more of you, [y/n]. I don't know if you are cursed or if it's fate deciding to test me....o-or maybe Lamb's followers wish to see me suffer....but...I'm so tired of watching you die and being unable to do anything about it. I've taken you for granted.."

"................."

".....forget it. You don't even know what day of the week it is..why do I bother trying?" With a sniffle, he reluctantly removed himself from your arms, believing he blew his last chance to save your memories..

Now you were acting like a total stranger to him, and it honestly felt as though you had already died before you even left the temple.

Maybe this was a sign that he needed to stop and move on.

Maybe he simply wasn't destined for love.

Maybe this was karma for all the atrocities committed in his name.

Maybe the next time you perished, no matter the reason, he'll-

"It's easy to forget things like that, Nari...but how could I ever forget the love of my life?"

Blinking through his tears, Narinder felt his breath hitch when your hand gently grasped his own. He looked back at you with astonishment, before glancing down at the matching rings that still adorned your fingers.

Then he gazed into your eyes, seeing your smile.

"You..remember me?"

"Of course I do, you silly kit---woah!!" You were suddenly tackled back onto the bed by your husband, feeling him nuzzling up to you and purring even louder than before.

But you simply giggled and held him closely, petting his fur in a comforting way. "I'm sorry for scaring you...it takes a while for all my memories to come back. D-Did I do anything dumb last time?"

"Just...promise me you'll never accept a dare from anybody again." He huffed, trying to hide the fact he was still sniveling like a helpless kitten.

"Alright." You sighed. "I promise to be more careful. I'll try harder to watch my back, too."

"Do you swear it?"

"...I swear it."

"Good."