#I’m not going to be able to draw any Halloween things till I do the art I owe people but let’s start the month off with a silly

[seagull-scribbles]

#tmnt 2003 #Michaelangelo Splinterson #meme redraw #I edited the text on the origional meme to this like back in June and sent it to my friend #and I’ve been meaning to draw it since #and last night I decided since it was my wip closest to completion to just finish it off #this is mikeys whole 2003 arc ahahaha #in both a very funny recurring gag way and a very sad angst filled traumatic way lmao pick your poision #it is weird not drawing mikey with the biggest smile #I don’t draw him a lot but it still is #I’m not going to be able to draw any Halloween things till I do the art I owe people but let’s start the month off with a silly #and the orange mask totally counts as autumnal colours

[nastybuckybarnes]

In a Heartbeat  -  Five

Pairing: Fireman!Bucky X Reader

Summary: You’ve always been careful with your heart. With your condition, you don’t exactly have any other choice. The last time you let someone in, you paid the price. A price you don’t plan on paying again. Until Bucky comes in and shatters your carefully crafted world.

Warnings: Language, Fluff, Smut (18+), 

Word Count: 3.7K

A/n: hi I hope you enjoy this! So I’m thinking this will probably have two more parts and maybe an epilogue. I’m very very excited. Also my carpal tunnel has been hurting a lot lately so I haven’t been able to write much, plus I've been super tired. I hope to post more regularly and update stuff more often but I make no promises. Anyway, Enjoy!

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~*~

“Going somewhere, Barnes?” The brunet smiles, raking a hand through his damp hair.

“Hell yeah, I am. I’ve got a date with the most gorgeous woman in the world.” Steve chuckles, shaking his head at his friend.

“Barnes doesn’t stink. What's he planning?” Sam asks, eyeing the way the brunet towel-dries his hair as he gathers his things.

Showering at the firehouse is something he likes to avoid at all costs. But smelling like sweat and fire before meeting you for another date? That’s ten times worse.

“Shut up, Sam.”

“He’s just jealous that no one wants to go out with him,” a female voice calls.

The men look to the doorway, smiles growing as they see Natasha standing there.

“What are you doing here?” Bucky asks, eyeing the cupcake in her hand.

“I come bearing gifts. Some better than others.” She steps aside and you smile from where she was standing, a Tupperware of cupcakes in your hands.

“Hey, (Y/n)!” Steve calls. You wave weakly at him, smiling nervously as you walk over to the table where he sits.

“Hey, doll. What are you doing here?” Bucky asks, eyes devouring your figure.

“Hi. Nat said she was popping by so I thought I’d go with her. Save you the drive over to my place, too.” You look at Bucky as you say the last part, smiling timidly at the grin on his face.

He walks over to you and leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips while his arm wraps around your waist.

You pull away when Sam whistles, giggling softly and shaking your head.

“I uh... I brought some cupcakes for you and the guys. Nat said I should leave them for her but I thought you guys might want some.”

Sam and Clint are diving for the container before you’ve even finished speaking, and you can’t help but laugh at their eagerness.

Bucky moves to stand behind you, his chin on your shoulder and his arms wrapped around your waist.

“You okay?” He asks softly. You nod, bringing your hands up to rest on his.

He knows how you get around his friends, nervous that they won’t accept you. When he introduced you to them for the first time you’d had to excuse yourself to take nearly a double dose of your pills.

“We can head out right away. I just need to grab my things.” You nod your understanding and he presses a soft kiss to your cheek before letting go of you.

“Well if you’re trying to win us over, it worked. These cupcakes are amazing, (Y/n).” You smile at Clint then over at Nat who gives you a knowing look.

The drive over was filled with you panicking and freaking out, hoping that they didn’t hate the cupcakes or think you were weird for making them.

“If Nat kept these to herself I think I’d die,” Sam says, interrupting your thoughts.

“These are the leftovers from our Halloween party. I’m not gonna eat them all and I don’t think it’s healthy for Nat and James to share two dozen cupcakes between the two of them.” Bucky pinches your butt and you yelp, swatting his hand away.

“I could’ve devoured those in ten minutes.” You nod, smacking his chest. “That’s what I’m worried about. There’s only room for one of us to have a heart problem in this relationship.”

Steve chokes on his cupcake and Nat cackles, shaking her head at you.

In the time that you and Bucky have been together, your confidence has grown so much, and for that Nat is very grateful.

“It’s okay to laugh,” you say, noticing the way Clint and Sam are staring at Bucky. The brunet shakes his head, hugging you tightly and chuckling into your hair.

“Always a comedian, huh?” You shrug, “one of us has to be funny.” Sam laughs then, Clint snorting while Steve coughs the cupcake out of his lungs.

“Alright. Enough of that. Let’s get going.”

You bid goodbye to everyone and walk with Bucky to his truck, smiling when he starts driving.

“So you’re my girl then?” He asks after a while, a smile on his face.

“I thought it was obvious after our first date,” you reply coyly, heart skipping a beat as you remember everything that took place.

Since then you’ve had your fair share of make-out sessions, each ending in him pulling away with the excuse of wanting to wait.

He chuckles softly, eyes on you for a long moment.

“Well, I just never know. Don’t want to assume anything.” You hum, pondering this for a moment.

“Have you been ‘playing the field’ then? Waiting ‘till we’re a real item to put yourself off the market?” You’re half-teasing, but he can hear the nervousness beneath your words.

“No way. With a sweet thing like you by my side, I’d never even dream of someone else, even if we weren’t official.” You feel reassured and relax into the seat.

“Where are we headed?” You ask after a moment, realizing you don’t know what his date plans are for tonight.

“Well, I figured since it’s the start of the weekend, we could have a delicious dinner of Italian bread, tomato spread, cheese, vegetables, and meat. Maybe top it off with some gourmet pureed milk with fresh vanilla, frozen to the perfect temperature.”

You blink at this then shake your head. “Pizza and ice cream?”

“Pizza and ice cream.”

~*~

You’re cuddled up next to him on his couch, head tucked on his shoulder and legs thrown over his lap. He’s got his metal hand on your knees and his flesh around your shoulders, holding you close to his body while the two of you watch the movie.

You’re tracing tiny patterns on the back of his metal hand, marvelling at how warm the material is beneath your touch.

Your fingers gradually make their way up until you’re drawing on his forearm.

He shifts slightly, hand resting on your hip and tugging you up until you’re seated on his lap. The position is nice, but not the one you want to be in, so you quickly shift to straddle his lap.

His eyes snap up to your face, beautiful blues capturing your gaze and looking straight into your soul.

“Hi,” he murmurs, tongue darting out to wet his lips. Your fingers find their way to his hair, combing through and nails gently scraping against his scalp.

“Hi,” you reply, voice just as soft as his.

Something in the atmosphere changes at that moment, the two of you taking note of it at the same time. The tension grows swiftly between the two of you as you each glance at the other’s lips.

“It’s been over a month,” you whisper, lips just hardly brushing over his. He nods, hands gripping your hips tightly as he pulls you hard against him, forcing you to feel the outline of his hardening cock.  

“It has. And you haven’t run away screaming yet so I must be doing something right.” You chuckle, lips pressing gentle kisses to his neck. “If tonight goes well, I don’t think I’ll ever run away.” He groans and his hips thrust upwards, making you gasp.

“A-are you sure?” He asks, genuinely concerned as he pulls back.

“I don’t wanna hurt you... and I don’t wanna get your heart going too fast.” You smile softly at him, cupping his cheeks in your hands.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything, James. I want you. And if my heart gets too high, we’ll put my pills on the nightstand. I just want you. Please.” He lets out a big breath and you sigh, pushing off of his lap and scooting away from him until you’re at the opposite end of the couch.

“Babydoll, I didn’t say no. I’m just worried.” You say nothing. Instead, you keep your arms crossed over your chest and stare at the TV screen.

“C’mon doll. You’re not gonna be mad at me for caring about your heart, are ya?” You look over at him finally and sigh.

“It’s my heart, James. And if I wanna risk my health to have sex with you, that's my choice.” He chuckles and shakes his head, crawling over to you. His hands are on your body then, flipping you so you’re laying with your back against the arm of the couch. He climbs between your legs and grinds his hips against yours.

“If your heart needs a break you tell me, okay? I don’t care if I’m about to cum, you stop me and you take your pills. Your health is more important than anything to me.” You nod, eyelids fluttering closed as he grinds against you again.

“Do you promise? I won’t do anything unless you promise to tell me if it’s too much.” Yo open your eyes when he stops moving, hands coming up to his shoulders.

“I promise I’ll tell you if I need to take a breather, okay?” He nods, happy with your answer, then dives down to press a searing kiss to your lips.

The passion behind it is like nothing you’ve felt before, and you’re startled for a moment before kissing him back just as forcefully.

He grinds his length against your core through your clothes and you moan softly against his lips.

His tongue darts into your mouth, getting re-acquainted with every inch while his flesh hand shoves your shirt up just enough for some skin-to-skin contact.

You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him down harder against you and rocking your hips up to meet his.

“You gonna let me eat you out?” The way the words fall breathlessly from his kiss-swollen lips makes you moan, nodding desperately. He chuckles softly, mouth making a wet trail down your neck.

His fingers come to the neckline of your shirt and, with little effort, he tears the fabric straight down the middle.

The blatant display of strength has you wiggling your hips in a pathetic attempt to alleviate the growing tension between your thighs.

His fingers dart behind your back, unclasping your bra expertly and tossing it aside.

Lips wrap around your nipple, tongue darting out for a moment before he nips at it with his teeth.

Your back arches up into his touch and he uses that to his advantage, groping your other breast and pinching at your nipple.

He pulls away after a moment, eyes dark and focused on your face while his hand slides up to rest on your throat, fingers pressing against your pulse point. You roll your eyes but he seems determined to make sure you’re not overworking yourself.

“Just checking,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your lips quickly before climbing down your body. He tugs your pants down, panties coming with them, and lays on his stomach between your legs.

You bring one hand up to cover your face, heart skipping a beat as he places kiss after kiss on your inner thighs.

“Relax for me, doll. Lemme treat you right.” You nod, taking deep breaths to try and calm down while he brings your thighs over his shoulders.

His tongue darts out and licks you from entrance to clit, sending sparks shooting from your core to your toes.

He repeats the action a few times before focusing on your clit, tongue swirling and massaging over the bundle of nerves. Your thighs clench around his head and your heels dig into his back.

“F-fuck.” You’re surprised at how quickly he gets you to the edge, but you pay it no mind for now. Instead, you bask in the feeling of his mouth on your core and his beard scratching your thighs.

Your hands grab at his hair, pulling him in while your hips buck up off the couch.

Mouth open in a silent scream of bliss, you convulse. Your thighs tremble atop his shoulders and your hands nearly rip his hair from his head, but he doesn't mind. No, if anything the pain spurs him on.

It isn’t until you give an intentional tug on his hair that he lets up, eyes finding yours as he slowly lowers your legs and sits back on his haunches.

His hands rub gently over your thighs while you catch your breath, his tongue darting out to lick his lips.

“You okay?” He asks, concern lacing his voice.

You nod, heart beating fast but not nearly fast enough to be concerning.

“Do you wanna take this to the bedroom?” He’s genuinely wondering if you want to continue and you find yourself smiling softly at him.

“Yeah, I really really do.” He nods, a smile spreading on his handsome face before he scoops you up in his arms and carries you into his bedroom.

He’s so gentle in his movements, carefully placing you on the bed, kissing every inch of skin he can reach.

He only stays with you for a moment before standing up and darting out of the room. You prop yourself up on your elbows in confusion, waiting nervously for him to come back.

When he does you feel your heart warm.

He’s got your pills in one hand and a glass of water in the other.

“Just in case. So you don’t have to go far.” He sets them down on the bedside table then stands sheepishly beside the bed, cheeks pink. You crawl up onto your knees, grab the collar of his shirt, and yank him down onto the bed with you.

He collapses on top of you, catching himself at the very last second with his metal arm. Your lips find his in a kiss that's all teeth and tongue.

“Take off your clothes,” you whisper against his lips, fingers toying with his belt buckle.

He pulls back and yanks his shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor in a quick flash. Before he can come back, you’re tracing your fingers gently over his chest, eyes finding the angry red scarring on his shoulder.

His eyes are focused on your face as you trace over the scars with feather-light fingers, a frown tugging on the corners of your mouth.

“What?” He asks, worried that you’re disgusted with him.

“Do they hurt?” Your voice is a hushed whisper, almost as if you’re afraid of breaking the atmosphere of the dark room.

“Sometimes. But I deal with it.” You shake your head and look up at him, tears glistening in your eyes. “You shouldn’t have to.” His arms snake around your waist and he pulls you tight against his chest.

“We all have things that we shouldn’t have to deal with but we deal with them. I’m no exception.” You lean your head against his shoulder and press soft kisses to the place where metal meets flesh.

His fingers dance along your spine for a few minutes before he pulls away. You tilt your head back to look at him just as he leans down. His lips find yours, moulding against them so gingerly and expressing things that words could never.

Your arms wrap around his neck as he slowly leads you to lay down on the bed. Your legs come up around his waist, squeezing his waist and holding him tightly.

“You gonna fuck me?” The words slip out before you can stop them, but the growl that rumbles in his chest is enough for you to feel no regrets.

He leans back on his haunches and nearly tears his belt in half in his haste to get it off. His jeans are pushed off next, boxers coming with them until he’s naked before you.

You relax on your back as he leans over you, his hands coming to rest on either side of your head. You hold his biceps as he spreads your thighs with his knees.

“M’gonna treat you so well, darlin’.”

You nod, mouth dropping open in a gasp as he slides his hot length through your dripping folds.

He repeats the action a few times, coating himself in your slick before positioning the tip right at your entrance.

His eyes are locked on yours, holding your gaze as he slowly pushes into you, fire alight in his eyes at the choked moan that leaves your lips.

You finally manage to tear your eyes from his, staring down at where he’s pushing inch upon inch of his thick cock into your tight cunt.

There’s a brief moment of panic when you wonder if you’ll be able to take him fully.

“Look at that,” he murmurs, lips brushing gently over your temple. “Fuck, you feel so good... so nice...” You tilt your head back, relaxing further into the mattress as he bottoms out, hips flush against yours.

Your breathing hard, eyes shut and hands holding his biceps tightly as you adjust to his impressive size, the intrusion so foreign after so long.

“You okay?” He asks gently, voice laced with concern. You nod, taking a moment to actually check in with yourself. Your heart is beating fairly quickly, but it’s nothing you can’t handle.

“I-I’m okay. Can you...?” You trail off but he gets the idea, pulling his hips back only to press them forward. You moan softly, nails biting into the sensitive skin of his right arm and he hisses at the pain, snapping his hips forward harder and finding a steady pace.

Your head digs into the mattress, pleasure bubbling up and filling up the space inside of you with sparks as his cock hits the spot inside of you that makes your toes curl.

“Fuck... right there... fuck...”

He assaults your neck with rough kisses, his beard scratching at the sensitive skin and adding to the intense feeling of euphoria like gasoline to a fire.

Each thrust of his hips pushes you closer and closer to the edge, and your heart picks up speed as your climax approaches.

His metal hand pushes its way between your bodies down to where the two of you are connected, immediately working your clit and successfully pushing you into your climax.

Your entire body ignites, every nerve on fire and every cell up in flames. It rolls over you in wave after wave, drowning the rest of your senses so that all you can focus on is the feeling of him between your legs, pushing you headfirst into the most intense orgasm of your life.

The feeling of your walls clenching around his cock brings him rushing to his own release, hips faltering as he tries to maintain his composure and fuck the two of you through your highs.

He cums in hot bursts, painting your walls white and filling you with his seed. Your chest heaves, breaths coming in hard and fast in both an attempt to get oxygen and slow your heart, and also come down from your high.

Bucky pushes himself off of you upon hearing your laboured breaths and after one glance at your heaving chest, he’s pulling out of you and reaching over to grab your pills and the glass of water.

He balances them both in one hand and helps you sit up carefully, handing you the small bottle and then the glass of water.

You take your pills as quickly as you can, avoiding his eyes until your heart stops racing, and even then you don’t look up.

“Hey, look at me,” he whispers, taking the objects from your hands and setting them back on the table.

You slowly do, eyes glossy with tears as you bring your knees up and hug them to your chest.

“What’s wrong? Why the tears?” You shake your head, closing your eyes tightly and taking a few deep breaths.

“I ruin everything,” you whisper softly, pressing your forehead to your knees as tears drip down your cheeks.

He’s quiet for a long while, trying to figure out what’s making you say something so ridiculous.

“What... why would you say that, sweet girl?” You shake your head, sniffling.

“My stupid heart ruins everything. We were having a moment and I-” “Hey, you listen to me.” The urgency in his voice has you looking up instinctively, but you find nothing but softness on his face.

“Your heart is anything but stupid, okay? Your heart is amazing and it makes you who you are. I couldn’t care less if you have to stop and take your pills every time we have sex. If you wanna have sex again. I mean, I enjoyed it and I hope you did too, but if you didn’t that's okay, but maybe let me try again so that you can enjoy it more. But if you don’t want to that's totally fine, I don’t want you to feel pressured into having sex with me again if you don’t want to.” He stops himself and shakes his head, sighing heavily.

“What I'm trying to say, is that you could quite literally stop me as I'm about to blow my fricken load and take your pills and I wouldn’t be upset. We could be fighting, and if you need to take your pills it’s all behind us. Just because your heart needs a little help doesn’t make it any less important, okay? I will always put your health above anything.” You let out a shaky breath then nod, new tears welling up in your eyes at his words.

“Oh no. No more tears, doll.” You shake your head, a teary smile spreading on your face.

“You’re the nicest man I’ve ever met. I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you.” He’s got you wrapped in his arms in an instant, metal arm tight around your back and flesh hand holding the back of your head gingerly.

“Oh, darlin’...” His own eyes prickle with tears as he presses his lips to your shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, pulling back after a moment and giggling softly.

“Don’t be. This is how I want things to be. I want us to be able to cry and laugh right after sex. It’s how we should be. And I’m so happy that you’re comfortable with me.”

You sniffle and nod, fingers toying with his metal hand.

“How about we go take a shower then get nice and cuddled up in bed? I’ve been meaning to catch up on some of that show you introduced me to.” Your eyebrows raise and he chuckles.

“How’s that sound, pretty girl?” You nod, a small smile on your face. “It sounds perfect.”

#fireman au #firefighter au #fireman!bucky #fireman!bucky x reader #bucky x reader fireman au #bucky x reader #bucky/you #bucky/reader #bucky/reader smut #bucky/reader au #bucky x reader fluff #Bucky Barnes x reader fireman au #Bucky Barnes x reader firefighter au #bucky barnes x reader #Bucky Barnes x reader fluff #Bucky Barnes x reader smut

[rohad93]

Werewolf in the hospital

As far as Halloween’s go, this one could have been better for her. It wasn’t often she ended an evening sitting in the ER, dressed as a werewolf, with a broken nose, but she couldn’t say now that it didn’t ever not happen!

The night had started fun enough. She’d been out with Gus and Willow at a party being thrown at one of their college’s many fraternity houses. One that was affectionately referred to as the ‘Illusion coven’ around campus because of its many resident students that were known for their penchant for pranks and being able to disappear without a trace when the heat was turned up in response, as well as a large handful of their students that were also members of the school’s ‘magic appreciation club’.

They of course, always threw the best parties, especially at Halloween.

This one had been no different. The music and lights could be seen from about two blocks away. There was a long line of students waiting to get in the front door, but luckily for her and Willow, Gus was a member, which got them through the door instantly.

The place was jammed packed when they finally arrived and Luz could barely hear herself think over the music that was trying to vibrate her teeth right out of her skull, but that didn’t stop her from making a beeline straight for the dancefloor with her friends in tow for the first hour. Excessive amounts of energy made dancing the perfect activity for her, even if she generally lacked any grace or coordination.

It was weird to finally be at one of these raging school parties after all the ones she had been purposely excluded from in high school.

After four years of being an outcast in high school and spending most Saturday night’s alone, watching anime or writing fanfiction to fill her spare time, she hadn’t expected her social life to really take off in college, though ‘take-off’ might have been a strong word for it. She still only had a handful of friends, but it was still a far cry from how she’d been a loner in high school.

Leaving to go to college out of state had given her an opportunity to start new, though she was still the same old Luz she had been her senior year, there were so many more people at her college with varying interests and backgrounds than her small-town high school where everyone had known each other since grade school and pretty much stuck together from the first grade on.

You release one nest of spiders at nap time and suddenly you’re branded for life as ‘that weird kid’. She didn’t like to admit how much that had really bothered her when she was a kid, but it just became the norm as she got older. It didn’t stop her enjoying life as much as she could, even if she had gotten thrown out of prom her senior year for wearing an otter onesie.

It was still nice to actually have friends now, one’s she could study with in the library or just have lunch with and not blink an eye when she said something totally bizarre, or at least bizarre by most people’s standards.

Meeting Willow, her dorm mate, and then Gus through her, had been a lifesaver and through them, she had met other student’s, some of which she shared classes with, like Viney, who despite being an upperclassman was only now taking her English comp basics so they worked together on group assignments, she was funny and easy to get along with. It didn’t take long for Luz to count her, along with Gus and Willow as her closest friends.

Viney was also dating Emira Blight, one of the infamous Blight twins, who were also members of the ‘Illusion Coven’, so she knew Viney was probably somewhere here among the many bodies packed into the large house, though the chances of running into her were slim.

She wasn’t at all surprised to see the copious amounts of alcohol that was everywhere either, that was one thing about college that TV had gotten right. College students drank; a lot.”

She watched three students doing a keg stand till beer squirted out of the guy on the kegs’ nose.

She snorted, grinning to herself and showing off the mouthful of sharp canines she had spent a good hour in the bathroom getting molded to fit too her teeth. She was, of course, the definition of a broke college student, attending entirely on a full scholarship, cause when you don’t have anyone to hang out with, you might as well study, and it was finally paying off, but she still had little in the way of personal spending money given her measly paycheck from working part-time at ‘The Owl House’ An owl themed diner just off campus owned by the most eccentric woman Luz had ever met, did not make for the most extravagant costume. But she made do with an old red flannel, ripped jeans, and some dollar store pointed ears and face paint. She had splurged a little on the fake teeth, she’d reuse them next year, werewolf was a classic after all.

Despite her less than ideal paycheck, Edalyn Clawthorne, or Eda ‘The Owl Lady’ as she was known around town, was good to her, letting her eat and drink for free or study there when she wasn’t working, and honestly, Luz kind of wanted to be Eda when she grew up. She was self-assured and didn’t care what anyone thought about her, not to mention surprisingly foxy for her age.

“You guys want something to drink?” Gus yelled at her and Willow to be heard over the pounding music and voices.

“Is there anything without an octane rating?” Willow questioned, as she watched an upperclassman drinking something straight out of the bottle at maximum speed.

After all, she and Willow were only nineteen, and Gus seventeen, he was crazy smart and had skipped a couple of grades. Luz had never had much interest in drinking, despite Eda sometimes offering her a drink from her flask with the Owl etched into the side.

She didn’t even know what was in it, only that Eda referred to it as “Mama’s magic Elixir’. She always said no and Eda would shrug and tip it back till it was empty.

“There’s punch, but I’d still be careful. Chances are good it’s already been spiked.” He shrugged.

“No thanks,” Willow shook her head and turned to look at something, the glitter on the wings of her fairy costume catching the bright colored lights overhead. She still hadn’t figured out what Gus was supposed to be. He was wearing a long red tube with a smiley face on it and long sleeves that went down to the ground that he flung about in excitement.  

“I might take my chances on those snacks!” Luz shouted, eyeing the array of treats laid out on the table for the taking. She was willing to bet no one had spiked the cake and it looked really good from here. Gus grinned and Willow rolled her eyes, smiling. Anyone who knew Luz for any amount of time knew she had a voracious appetite and an even bigger sweet tooth.

“Yeah, okay, just don’t eat everything.” Gus laughed at her.

“No promises!” She grinned back before moving across the room, trying to slide between the bodies that packed every square inch of the place and get to the refreshment table. People were moving in every direction around her as the music blared and the lights flashed, it was a little disorienting actually, but she had her eyes on the prize.

She had just made it to the table when the crowd surged and sent her careening into someone else standing there, slamming into their back and making them spill their drink.

“Watch it, nitwit! A voice growled at her before stopping. “Oh, hi, Luz.”

Luz blinked, realizing who exactly she had just slammed into, and swallowed thickly.

Amity Blight, who she did not exactly start off on the best foot with when classes had started a few months ago but now had a much more friendly relationship with.

Amity Blight, the smart and talented girl she shared creative writing and literature appreciation with. Amity Blight, who Luz had a teeny, tiny, minuscule... huge, crush on.

Amity Blight, who was dressed prettily as a witch, complete with black and green striped leggings and a pointed black hat and, who she had just slammed into and spilled her drink on.

“Ah, I’m sorry, Amity!” Luz grimaced at the wet spot now in the middle of Amity’s black blouse.

“Oh, it’s okay, really, no big deal!” Amity waved a hand, snatching a napkin off the table and dabbing at the spot.

“You sure? I could go...get you something or…,” she started, unsure.

“NO, no it’s fine, really…,” she insisted and Luz frowned. She must have embarrassed the other girl, her face was tinged red as she wiped at the spot, and was trying not to look Luz in the eyes.

‘Mierda’ Luz cursed under her breath.

Clearly, Amity did not want to talk about the spill anymore, so Luz cleared her throat, drawing the young woman’s gaze.

“What are you doing here? You don’t strike me as the… party type,” she asked and Amity rolled her eyes and Luz’s chest seized up, wondering if she’d insulted her until Amity spoke again.

“I’m not, but my brother and sister are members here and all but forced me to come tonight,” she huffed. “I’d much rather be back in my dorm, studying for our quiz in lit appreciation Monday and not getting a headache from this music.” she frowned and Luz blinked.

“Oh, Mierda! I forgot about the quiz!” Luz slapped her hands to her cheeks and Amity blinked at her before laughing.

“It was written on the board yesterday and the professor sent out an email reminder this morning.”

“Ugh, I didn’t check my email today,” she groaned, squishing her cheeks.

“Well, you still have tomorrow to study,” Amity offered.

“There was so much material to cover though…” Luz groaned. “I’m not gonna sleep all weekend, I’m going to have to cram till I push out every memory of the third grade just to make room for it all.” She frowned, already thinking about all the coffee she was going to have to drink before Monday morning, and on Monday morning.

Amity was biting her lip, thinking, but decided to take the chance.

“You can come study with me. Only if you want that is!” she quickly finished, pushing a stray strand of dyed, half mint, green, half auburn hair behind one of her ears.

“Really?” Luz asked.

“Yeah, I was just about to get out of here anyway, I’ve had enough of the party…” she said, looking around at all the people crowded into the room.

“Yeah, I’d love to!” Luz jumps on the opportunity, cause why wouldn’t she. “Oh, I came with Gus and Willow…” she remembers her friends somewhere in the house.

“Oh…” Amity seems to deflate a little at that. “Maybe another time?”

“No, it’s all good! I’m just gonna go tell them I’m headed out. You, uh, wanna meet outside?” she asks and Amity is smiling at her again and Luz just wants to melt into a puddle on the floor as those amber eyes stare back at her

“Yeah, I’ll wait for you.”    

“Great! I’ll be quick,” she promises as she runs back out into the crowd, looking for her friends. It takes her about ten minutes to find them in the living room.

“Hye guys, is it cool with you if I head out?”

“Where are you going?” Willow questions her.

“I ran into Amity, who reminded me we have a quiz in lit appreciation Monday and I really need to study and she offered to study with me, so…” she trails off, seeing the look Willow is giving her. The horticulture student is very aware of Luz’s crush, despite her never really saying anything about it. She does not count gushing to the shorter girl about how smart and pretty Amity is as ‘saying anything about it’.

“Why would you wanna leave a party to study?” Gus makes a face and Willow smirks.

“I think it’s more about who she’s studying with…” she says knowingly and Luz blushes as Gus blinks at her, confused.

“It’s cool, Luz. Go study with Amity.”

Luz does not care for the knowing way Willow says the other woman’s names, with a teasing lilt, but she’s not concerning herself with that for now.

“Thanks, guys, I’ll see you later,” She calls, already running toward the front door.  

She doesn’t immediately see Amity, in fact, the yard in front of the house is empty, everyone inside.

Luz frowns, looking around. Did she get tired of waiting?

Her chest aches a little at the thought, shoulders slumping, and is just about to turn around and go back in the house when she hears something that does not match the thumping bass of the music inside, voices. She walks quietly around to the side of the house and peeks around the wall curiously, if college has taught her anything it’s that there are students making out anywhere at any given time and not to look too closely into dark corners where sounds are coming from.  

Her eyes widen as she spots Amity right away, her back is pressed against the wall and a guy dressed in a toga is standing in front of her, leaning down over her. He’s not particularly big, but he’s standing uncomfortably close with his hands wrapped around both of her wrists, hands fisted, Amity is scowling angrily up at him. Luz’s brows furrow between her eyes and she frowns, walking over quickly.

“I said let go!” Amity snaps, trying to rip her hands free from his grip and he’s so close she can smell the alcohol on his breath.

“Come on, just a little kiss, it’s Halloween…” He leans forward and Amity turns her head away,  sneering.

“I don’t care if it’s fucking Christmas!” she snarled. “I said no!”

“Hey!” Luz shouts standing just a few feet away now. “She said no!” she growled, lips pulled back over her fangs.

“Luz!” Amity stares at her wide-eyed.

“This is none of your business bitch, go howl at the moon,” he slurred before turning back to Amity and yanking on one of her hands. She yelps in pain as he jerks her and Luz is moving forward before she even knows it and her fist is connecting with the side of his face.

He goes fumbling backward, releasing Amity as he stumbles to his butt in the grass.

“Santa mierda, eso duele!” she hissed, shaking out her screaming hand.

“Come on!” Amity grabs her other hand and starts to pull her away but then the guy is scrambling to his feet and coming at her with a strangled yell and Luz does the first thing she can think of, she uses their joined hands to yank Amity behind her and then the guy’s fist connects with her face and her world an explosion of pain and crunching noises.

She’s only vaguely aware of Amity screaming her name as her back hits the grass and everything goes black for a second but then she’s quickly pulled back to consciousness by his hand fisted into the front of her shirt and her fight or flight instincts kick in and she’s swinging wildly at his ugly mug as quickly as she can.

Her hands protest every hit that connects with his stone-hard face but she doesn’t stop and he’s swinging back, but she can hardly feel it over the constant pain radiating from her nose through her whole body.

She just clenches her eyes shut and keeps swinging, punching him as hard as she can, but then there are more voices and two large burly guys have him in a stranglehold, pulling him off her.

Amity had dashed back inside to grab the houses ‘bouncers’ standing just inside the door.

“Oh my god, Luz!” Amity holds her hands over her mouth as she kneels onto the ground next to her, looking over her face in horror.

“Ugh…” is all she can manage and then Amity is grabbing her hand and helping to her feet and dragging her across the yard, fumbling, panicked through her purse before finally pulling out her keys. She unlocks the passenger side door of a small black sedan and carefully pushes Luz into the passenger seat.

“Keep your head tilted back,” she says before closing the door and hurrying around to the other side, and jumping in the driver’s seat.

It’s only now that Luz realizes she can taste blood and reaches up to touch her top lip and pulls her hand back to see her fingers covered in the crimson liquid.

‘Well, that’s not good,’ she thinks, but it definitely explains why her face hurts so bad.

She tilts her head back but can feel it dribbling down her chin and neck as Amity pulls away from the curb, much faster than the speed limit, Luz is sure as the tires squeal.

She runs her tongue across her teeth and feels a distinct lack of a point and groans, making Amity glance at her.

“I think I swallowed one of my teeth…,” she mumbles more to herself but Amity’s pained expression turns into a grimace as they speed down the road.

Which was how she found herself sitting next to her crush in the ER with her head tilted back and the front of her once white shirt stained crimson as her nose continues to bleed.

Halloween is apparently a very popular time for injury because it’s crowded and takes two hours for someone to see her, while they wait Amity fills out her paperwork for her.

“Birthday?” she asks glumly, and Luz tells her. She hasn’t said much since they left the party, she looks miserable, and that’s coming from someone who is doing their best impression of a fountain with her nose. She can’t stand that face Amity is making. “Allergies?”

“Lactose intolerant, so no milk IV’s,” she jokes, despite the incredible pain in her face. Amity starts to write but then stops, blinking, before turning to look at her grin.

“How can you joke? You just got beat up… because of me.” she frowns.

“No, I got my block busted because some guy was being a pendejo.” Luz frowns. “It wasn’t your fault, and I wasn’t just going to stand there and let him….do whatever he wanted!” she scowled, throwing up a hand.

Amity is looking at her with an unreadable expression, but before she can say anything they are calling her back.

“Oh goody, my turn.”

It takes forty-five minutes for them to tell her that her nose is broken, which she could have told them when she caught sight of herself in a mirror, a bloody mess and her nose pushed to the side at an odd angle. No wonder Amity had been so panicked and run all those red lights.

Putting it back in place is… not fun, and then the doctor stuffs gauze in her nose and splints the outside, telling her she needs to keep the gauze in for a week and then sends her on her way with a prescription for antibiotics and some mild painkillers.

Amity is waiting for her when she comes out.

“What did he say?” she stands as Luz walks back out into the waiting room and frowns at the splint on her face.

“It’s broke.” she shrugs and Amity grimaces as they walk out back to the parking lot.

“I am so sorry, Luz.” Amity frowned. “If I’d just…”

“Hey,” Luz cut her off, she wasn’t having any of that. “I told you, it’s not your fault, technically, I started that fight… didn’t win it, but I started it,” she laughed to herself.

“You are surprisingly chipper for someone who just got their nose broken…” Amity can’t help but smile a little at the other woman’s cheery disposition.

“It’s not the first time I’ve broken something you know. The first time someone helped me along, but hey! Besides, I helped you, and that’s good enough for me.” She smiled as they stopped next to Amity’s car. Amity has a small smile on her face as she unlocks the car. “I hope this is healed up by thanksgiving or my mom is going to have a cow…,” she mumbled as an afterthought. Amity giggled to herself.

“Come on, I’ll take you home.”

The drive is mostly quiet until they pull up into the parking lot in front of Luz’s dorm building. Willow is probably already back in their room.

“Do you think this will get me out of the quiz Monday?” Luz wonders aloud as she unbuckles and Amity laughs.

“Doubtful... but…, if you’re up for it, I feel like I should at least treat you to breakfast or something for what you did… we could study after?” she offers.

Luz blinks at her, finally realizing what exactly is going on. She was certain before when Amity had asked her to study that she was just being nice, but the way she looks now, fingers tapping anxiously on the steering wheel and glancing at Luz out of the corner of her eye, she finally catches on and curses how oblivious she is at times.

“Like… a date?” she asks uncertainly and Amity flinches.

‘Y-Yeah.” she jerks her head in a nod and Luz is silent for a few seconds too long it seems. “If you don’t want to…!”

“No! No I do, want to go on a date with you, yes!” Luz nods, too fast, it makes her nose throb.  

“Really?” now Amity is turned to look at her, eyes wide, with a hopeful glint.

“Yes, absolutely.” Does she sound too eager? Probably, but she does not care, especially when Amity’s face lights up with that adorable little smile she’s seen on her face once or twice before in class when they talked and now she feels even dumber for not catching on quicker.

They plan for Amity to pick her up here at nine tomorrow morning and then Luz opens the door, but Amity stops her.

“Thank you, Luz… I don’t know what might have happened if you hadn’t shown up...” Amity says finally.

“Amity Blight, I will be your fearless champion anytime you need me too!” she declares, a fist on her chest. The bandages and bloodstains, as well as her nasally stuffed up voice, diminishes the gesture some, but Amity smiles adoringly at her none the less.

She hesitates a second before reaching across the console to lay a hand gently on Luz’s cheek before leaning forward to quickly kiss the other. Luz’s face erupts in red as her heart hammers in her chest.

“My fearless champion,” she agrees, cheeks a bright pink.

Luz’s face erupts in a grin.

Maybe the evening started poorly, but she can’t find it in herself to mind one bit.

#Halloween #Lumity #Luz Noceda #Amity Blight #Willow park #Gus Porter #fic #toh #the owl house #gay

[swearwolf-writes]

Sunset Curve not Sunset Straight (pt. 8)

It’s been a long day. Halloween is almost here and Flynn is raving.

“So we gotta get our costumes, matching, obviously. Oooh, maybe the boys can come as ghosts-!” She jumps up and down on Julie’s bed, it’s owner shaking her head. “They’re supposed to be from Sweden, remember?” “Oh, right.” She sat still, playing with Julie’s mic. “Your doodles are awesome - do the boys draw too?” Julie raises her eyebrows at her best friend, “Do you have a crush on them?” “Les-be honest,” Flynn wiggles her eyebrows, “you’re the only one with a crush on any of em.” Flynn still doesn’t know about Julie and Luke, Julie still trying to figure out how to tell her bestfriend that she’s dating a ghost.

“Julie has a crush?” Reggie saunters into the room and flops onto the bed next to them. “Do tell.” “I don’t have a crush!” She lightly pushes his shoulder, Flynn looking confused. “Which one-?” “Reggie’s here.” She points to the seemingly empty space on her bed, Reggie waving goodnaturedly despite the fact that Flynn still can’t see him. “He’s waving.” She grins and waves at thin air. The bassist turns back to Julie. “So what’s going on?” “Flynn here,” she gives the girl a pointed look, “thinks I have a crush on one of you guys. I told her I don’t-” Reggie and Flynn share a knowing look despite her not being able to see him. “-I mean isn’t there some sort of unofficial rule about bandmates dating?” “Boy, I hope not-” Julie blinks at him, slightly shocked. “Wait, did any of you guys date-?” He sits up, glancing between the girls suspiciously. “Are you winding me up or did you really not know?” “Know what?” “That they used to date.” Julie slowly moves her gaze over to Flynn. “Apparently Luke and Alex used to date?” Julie fills her in, the lesbian punching the air. “I called it!”

“Wait, you said used to? Why did they break up?” The girls stare at him expectantly, the boy raising his hands in defence of himself. “That is their business whether they tell you or not. But,” he jumps off the bed and moves towards the door, “I do have a bunch of polaroids from when they were dating.” She follows suit, grabbing Flynn’s hand and dragging her with them. “Lead the way!” “The way to where?” “Memory lane.” Julie grins and squeezes her hand, the girl not understanding her but going along with it anyways.

“Ta-da~!” Reggie brings the old box, down from the loft, setting it on their old table. Flynn creates a groove in the dust and wipes her dirty finger down in disgust. “This seems cool but my mom needed me home an hour ago. And remember, we’re matching this Halloween, alright? I’m thinking the creepy twins from The Shining. Or maybe we’ll be Ghost Busters.” “Hey!” Reggie complains to deaf ears as she smirks and walks out, waving goodbye. “I’ll think about it.”

She turns back to the pouting ghost and pats his knee. “We won’t bust you guys.” “I know, I know.” He shakes his head and turns back to the box, blowing the dust away as best as he can while Julie coughs in the background. “Pros of being dead: we don’t actually need to breathe so dust doesn’t make us cough either.” She continues coughing and glares at him, the boy quickly avoiding her gazing and opening the box.

“Aww, check these out.” He picks up some old pictures, smiling nostalgently. He shows them to Julie, watching as she smiles at the boys’ goofing off. “This is you guys and Trevor- Bobby?” “Yeah, Christmas, 1994.”

“All I want for Christmas is you~” Bobby sang along cheerfully to the song on the radio, taping mistletoe to the strings criss-crossed across the studio. The plant was all over the room, inescapable.

“Seriously, dude?” Luke walked into the studio, Alex and Reggie close on his heels. “If you’re gonna live in my garage, I get to decorate.” Alex groaned as Reggie whooped quietly, grabbing their camera and taking pictures of the bizarre décor. Bobby stopped the other boys in their tracks, pointing up above their heads. Mistletoe. “Seriously-” Alex stared at the rhythm guitarist with disbelief, only to be met with complete seriousness. The boys blushed as they met in a sweet kiss, Luke’s hand on Alex’s jaw, the taller boy resting his hand on the shorter’s waist. Bobby and Reggie cheered teasingly, the bassist capturing the moment in a picture.

“They were, like, together-together, huh?” “Bobby and I had a bet that they’d be engaged before they were 20.” Julie raises her eyebrows, cooing quietly. “And then you didn’t even live till 20.” Reggie side-eyes Julie goodnaturedly, gasping in mock-offence. “We died, Julie- that’s not something you joke about-” She raises her hands in defence, checking out the other pictures.

“Hey, you guys looked cute here.” She shows him a picture, the boys sat on Luke’s couch, Reggie taking a selfie with the four of them. They were grinning widely, Julie chuckling as she finds its sequel.

“Alright, I’m taking another-!” Reggie warned the band as he raised the polaroid camera. Bobby swung an arm over Alex’s shoulders, the quartet smiling brightly. “Say cheese!” Reggie took the picture, blushing brightly as Luke pressed a kiss to his cheek, the image holding that memory firmly.

Reggie flushes brightly as he spots the second image in Julie’s hand. He reaches over to try and take the picture from her hand, Julie jumping out of the way as she watches his reactions.

“Oh my God-!” “What?” “You have a crush on Luke!”  The boy babbles unintelligibly as his cheeks grow hotter. “No, you have a crush on Luke!” He pulls an Uno reverse card from his pocket, Julie bursting out into laughter as she sees the card. “I mean, we’re dating so I guess you’re right - but I don’t deny it - unlike you.” He relents with a nervous chuckle, rubbing the nape of his neck. “So maybe I have a small crush on Luke-” Julie bounces on the balls of her feet, slapping his shoulder wildly. “Awesome!”

He looks at her strangely. “You’re not mad?” “Why would I be?” “You got there first?” She shakes her head and flops, graceful as always, next to him. “You got there in 1994 or 95 - you just didn’t know it.” Reggie opens his mouth to protest but quickly closes it as he realises he has nothing to say to that. “That…. is true. Fair enough.”

They sit in silence, flicking through photos, Julie glancing back up at her bandmate every now and again. “You gonna tell him?” He splutters and sets the pictures down, mussing his hair. “Absolutely not.” “Why not?” She crosses her arms, setting the old polaroids on the table. “Because he likes you.” “He’s poly-” “Which doesn’t necessarily mean he likes me.”, he pointed out. “But it means he might.” She pokes his stomach, Reggie snorting and paling suddenly.

Julie looks back at where he’s staring, spotting Luke standing by the door, Julie’s old ipod still playing music from the earphones dangling in his hand.

“Luke! Look, Julie, it’s Luke. Lukester, Lukiepoo, Luke-a-” Reggie’s impromptu rambling is cut off by Julie, her hand plastered over his mouth. “Been there, done that - not fun.” She mumbles at him, smiling widely at the singer. “Hey, Luke!” “Hey.” He walks into the garage and spots the pictures, grinning brightly. “Oh hey, it’s Christmas!” Reggie moves Julie’s hand from his mouth. “Uh, yeah, I might have told Julie that you and Alex used to date and showed her the polaroids.” “She already knew, dude.” He kneels on the floor and looks between the old pictures, smiling sadly at the pictures of the four boys. “No, I didn’t.” Luke looks up in surprise at the girl. “I swear I told you-” She shakes her head, avoiding the urge to smile. “Oh- well, Alex and I used to date.” She shares a look with Reggie, their affection for the ghost clear in their eyes. “Who’d’ve guessed?”

She reaches towards the table and knocks some of the pictures off. “Oops- Reggie, help me pick these up.” She sends a sweet smile Luke’s way, her heart fluttering when he sends one back, and pulls Reggie down by the elbow. Luke raises an eyebrow, one earphone in as he hums and keeps rifling through the images.

“Ow-!” He hisses quietly as he hits said elbow on the table. The pair face each other, confusion all over the poor boy’s face. “Sorry-” She winces and shakes her head, slowly picking the pictures. “You gotta tell him-” She whispers, the boy frantically shaking his head. “I can’t-” “What’s the worst that could happen?” “Easy for you to say - you know he likes you.” He looks around, seeing Luke’s jean-cladded knees shuffle around he continues, seemingly unaware of their conversation. “I can’t ruin things between us. We’re family and I can’t-” “You won’t lose him,” she puts a hand on his knee, looking up at him, “he used to date Alex, right?” The boy nods, busying himself with the fallen polaroids. “And they’re still good, right?” “That doesn’t mean they didn’t hurt each other-” He sighs as he picks up the last picture. It was one of Luke with his family, taken only a few weeks before he ran away.

He was kneeling with his dog, Zeppelin, his parents smiling brightly as he tried to get the dog to stay still. “Stay.” The dog behaved himself, Luke swinging one arm over his back. “Good boy.” “Smile!” Reggie lifted the camera, snapping the picture just as the dog gets excited and jumps up, knocking Luke over and licking his face. The teenager yelped in surprise, laughing as he tried to shift the large animal. Reggie took another two pictures of this scene, the first image probably coming out blurry.

He’d kept the blurred image, one of the non-blurry pictures given to Luke’s parents and the other to Luke. He could still hear the scene in his head. “Luke’s been through enough. I don’t wanna hurt him-”

“You wouldn’t hurt me.” The pair jump up from under the table, Reggie this time hitting his head, the rest of the pictures falling off the table. “Fuck-!” He groans loudly, pressing his hand against his head. “I get that we’re sorta tangible now but that doesn’t mean I have to keep hurting myself!” He yells at no one in particular. Luke moves next to the whining boy, looking at his head. “You’re fine. And, y’know, not hurt.” He whips his head, ignoring the mild pain in his head as his cheeks flare bright red. “Did you just call me fine-?” “Yup.” He grins and picks up Julie’s black cat, making soft soothing noises and stoking her soft fur. “Even Melody agrees, Reggie’s pretty fine.” Said ghost looks between Luke, Julie and the cat wondering if they were playing an elaborate prank on him.

“What…. is going on?” He tilts his head, setting the pictures on the table and moving to pick the rest of the pictures. The singer looks at Julie as he tries to come up with an explanation, scratching lightly behind Melody’s ears. “I might have been eavesdropping?” Reggie groans and covers his face, shuffling the images in his hands nervously. “How much did you hear-?” “Like all of it-” “God-” He puts the pictures down on the table, looking up at Luke who gave the cat to Julie.

“Look-” Reggie starts only to have Luke cut him off. “Can I actually go first-?” Reggie bites his lip anxiously, looking over to Julie who gives him a thumbs up. He smiles and nods at him, Luke sitting in front of him, their legs crossed.

“I like you. Have since ‘93 - I didn’t realise till I was dating Alex and so tried to push it out of mind. I didn’t know poly was a thing till now and I know now that I like my very awesome girlfriend,” he smiles shyly as he thinks of her, “and I like our very awesome bassist.” Reggie blinks at him in disbelief. Luke frowns and looks back at Julie who shrugs. He waves a hand in front of his face, Reggie jerking back instinctually. “You good, dude?” He just gapes, red spreading further over his ears. “My crush of two years just said he’s liked me for 3- This-”, he gestures vaguely at the group, “this isn’t possible-” “Is it really that hard to believe?” Julie raises her eyebrows at him from the couch. “That Luke Patterson has a crush on me? Yes.” “Why? You’re hot, you play at least three instruments and can read Shakespeare off the top of your head.” Reggie freezes. “You called me hot-” “Yes, Reggie. Y’see, I have these things called eyes- I get that yours don’t work as well as most people’s-” “Oh, come on; I haven’t worn glasses since I was like 15-” “That doesn’t mean you don’t need them-” “We’re dead, man. I’m pretty sure I don’t need them- or do I-?” They sit in silence as they ponder their afterlife, Julie watching her dummies.

She coughs, drawing their attention towards her. She motions towards the two of them, the pair blushing as they remember their conversation. Julie sighs and lets Melody go, marching towards them with her hands on her hips. The boys lean back, slightly intimidated. “Luke, you like Reggie?” “Yes.” “And Reggie, you like Luke?” “Yeah.” “Luke, do you wanna date Reggie?” The latter looks up at her in surprise. “Definitely.” Reggie stares at the ghost, pleasantly surprised. “Reggie, d’you wanna date Luke?” “Yes?” “Good - you are now dating. Congratulations.”

Reggie stares blankly at the girl. “Wait, what-?” “What what?” “That’s that? We’re suddenly dating now?” “Pretty much.” She nods and smiles happily, chuckling at Luke’s excited grin. “I have a girlfriend and boyfriend- awesome!” He gazes at the pair of them softly, Reggie giggling happily. “I have a boyfriend-” The pair beam at him. “My first boyfriend. Wicked!” He smiles brightly as Alex and Willie walk in.

“Finally!” Alex stuffs his hands in his hoodie pockets, shaking his head at them. “I’ve been watching you two pine over each other for years.” “I wouldn’t say years-” Reggie attempts to defend them. “I would.”

Willie sits next to Julie and watches the exchange, taking his notebook out and tapping the table to let her know he’s there. “Hey Willie.” “Hey Jules.”, he says, writing it onto the pad, adding a smiley face.

“And we weren’t ‘pining’.” Luke backs up his boyfriend, Reggie nodding in support. “Are you kidding me- You look at each other like that cat from Shrek-” Melody hisses at the word cat before returning to grooming herself on top of Julie’s piano. Alex narrows his eyes at the cat. “Gremlin-” “Don’t be mean to my baby-” She tosses one of Luke’s shirts at him, the boy just watching as it passes through him. “Your ‘baby’ is mean-” He grumbles, sitting next to Willie.

“So how was your date?” Willie smiles brightly, lightly nudging the blond with his shoulder. “We went to the old Ghost Club and smoked weed mostly - no clue why but eating and stuff, still possible there, even without Caleb.” Willie talks and writes for Julie, Alex hiding his face in his cap. “There may have been some graffiti involved-” “Alex? Our straight-laced, trustworthy Alex broke the law?” Luke looks between the two ghosts, impressed but in complete disbelief. “Technically, the law doesn’t actually apply to us anymore. So, no, he did not.” “Alright, Alex! Welcome to the dark side; we break the rules and look good doing it.” Reggie pats his knee, groans escaping from behind the hat. He sweeps his hair back and puts the cap on, Willie staring at him with adoration in his eyes. “What-” “You’re cute.” “I’m-” The flustered boy takes a, technically unnecessary, breath. “Okay-” Willie giggles quietly at the pink flourishing across his boyfriend’s face, Luke, Reggie and Julie sharing a look.

Luke nods towards the door and the trio leave the couple to themselves. “So, they’re adorable.” Reggie remarks as soon as they’re out of earshot. “Right?” Luke walks backwards, his hands tucked into the pockets of his sleeveless hoodie. “Like, I can’t even see Willie and I can still tell they’re meant for each other.” Julie tucks a curl behind her ear, talking animatedly with Reggie, Luke watching them with a soft grin on his face. ‘My girlfriend and boyfriend - awesome!’ 

#fics - sunset curve not sunset straight #my works #jatp #jatp fanfic #alex jatp #reggie jatp #luke patterson #jatp flynn #julie molina #willie jatp #luke x julie #luke x reggie #luke x alex #alex x willie #willex #juke #lalex #ruke

[alatismeni-theitsa]

Thanks for bringing the racebending to my attention. I never considered that it was harmful towards the origin culture. I considered that it was kind of strong to claim that sort of race thing in a way, but maybe that comes from the more.. christianity? view of where there isnt a direct way that God looks, except any way the person perceives. That's probably what I thought, too, until just now reading your answer to someone else. So.. it's not okay? 1/?

I honestly want to understand as my perspective on this now changes. It makes total sense why it would be entitled of someone to do such a thing, and how it's inconsiderate of the actual origin culture that the deities come from now that I'm thinking about it in this way. So again thank you for bringing this up and answering that other anon. I have some things to revise in my head on this, as I honor Apollo and Hermes, I want to make sure that I get accurate and do my research.

I really enjoy being able to read your experiences and I think it's important as, someone outside the culture, gets to experience and understand more to be as accurate and non... whats the word... inappropriate with representing such a thing, I guess I can say. If that makes sense.__________________________________________________________

Thank you for sending a message and for listening to the opinion of Greek people. (I am not the only one with that opinion, many of my 500 followers also share the same ideas.) Anyways prepare yourself for a looooooong analysis! So, get under comfy blankets and take your tea/coffee next to you!

To begin with, there are Greeks that don’t mind but those are usually Greeks who have close contact with the American way of thinking through social media. Or some that don’t care because the approach our mythology in a kinda superficial way? I am not saying this to offend any Greeks who don’t mind the racebending. Every Greek has the right to have a relationship with their culture according to their own standards. Those people who think racebending is ok are usually no less patriots than the ones who do. However, those who don’t mind the race bending are extremely rare to find. 

If I go to my 50 y/o aunt and announce to her that foreigners depict Demeter as Black she is gonna lose her mind. I have also asked the opinion of Greeks who are not into social media or groups where Greek mythology is discussed by foreigners. When they were informed of the racebending the first thing they said was “but... why??” and they couldn’t fathom how this could help anyone. The second thing they say is “But the Gods are white!” explaining that our ancestor have depicted them as Caucasian for centuries and we, as Greeks, know no other depiction of them.

I assure you, it has nothing to do with white superiority - which is a myth anyways. Greeks can be perfectly racist to people who are pastry white :P If you racebended the gods into any other race, we would still have a problem. It’s all a matter of respecting iconography and tradition. It would be ignorant of even us Greeks to change the depiction of the gods when our ancestors were very clear in their art about their race. It was also clear in antiquity that the gods had bodies. I am in another computer and I cannot access my files, but I had a file for a philosopher who tried to argue against the public opinion that the gods didn’t have bodies. But the majority of ancient Greeks believed that the gods had a physical presence.

Also, race matters for Greeks as it does for most of other cultures. You expect Nigerian deities to look like the average Nigerian, yes? Because they were created by a homogenous Black population. You think the same for Indian and Chinese deities, yes? It makes sense for deities and public figures from a certain culture to look like the people of that culture. I think it’s common sense. Turning an old Nigerian deity into a Chinese, would’t represent the Nigerian people any more. For similar reasons, we don’t want our important heritage figures changed. (In case a warrior was described as Black African in our ancient texts, then of course we wouldn’t have a problem with keeping that figure Black).

You are correct when saying that the race bending comes from a Christian point of view. I think many hellenic polytheists/pagans/wiccans haven't managed to escape the Christian logic. In Christianity we have accepted for many centuries that saints and important figures would be viewed with different races, so people can come closer to them. For example, there is a Chinese, Native American, Mexican (different tribes), Black Jesus etc. Most of the times they are also dressed in the traditional regalia of the respective culture. It's a thing for the last 200 years at least. 

Even Greeks depicted Jesus kinda white (he has an olive skin complexionand brown hair, which is closer to the Greek standards). And this happened since the Byzantine Empire. We even call the Virgin Mary "Mother of all Greeks" (apparently Mary has a particular interest in our nation xD) We have made her into a Greek mum. But we kinda have the freedom to do this because Christianity is an international religion which is alive for the last 2.000 years, so these changes come organically.

On the contrary, almost nobody has worshipped the Greek gods since 500 AC. The religion was been dead for almost 2.000 years, until Western classicists made it a popular. Now people who have no actual contact with the Greek culture start worshiping those gods. Don’t get me wrong, I believe any foreigner can worship the Greek gods! The thing is that most of the foreign worshippers don’t see the Greek gods as part of the culture that created them, because of the Americanization of the gods in the media and the complete stripping of the Greek elements from them.

But gods are still part of the Greeks’ heritage. Many ancient traditions and myths have kept from the ancient years, we have the names of gods and the gods are still used as symbols here. Our culture hasn’t died, as many westerners (perhaps subconciously) believe. It is alive and evolving, despite foreigners usually ignoring us. So, the ideas about our ancient religion have been involving with us, becoming part of our national identity in a unique way. 

After 2.000 years of the religion’s “death”, foreigners become enamored with Greece again. But not our Greece. They become enamored with a part of our culture that hasn’t existed in millenia. They study the culture only till the Roman years and then they skip 2.000 years of evolving cultural identity and go straight to the 21st century western (west Europe/America) ideals and societies.

You can only imagine how it seems to us Greeks, when foreigners suddenly remember us again and, on top of that, they don’t become part of our culture but they insist that a part of our culture (in its ancient form) becomes tailored to their own standards. And now foreigners ingore our own point of view, because, as they have done the last 2.000 years, they keep on ignoring us :P (I mean they as a people, greatly generalizing here). Please see that post for how disconnected a Greek feels about the modern Greek religion, and the analysis that comes with it. (Link)

Similarly, imagine if suddenly the Nigerian culture became a trend in Greece and now some Greeks become interesting in the old (almost dead to Nigeria) worship of Orishas. And now they want to depict the Orishas as White, because they, themselves are white and maybe white deities reflect better the racial situation in Greece. Wouldn’t that be disrespectful, though? Not only because the Black becomes White, but because we would take an inactive worship from the Nigerians and add our own politics to it.

Our situation is also kind of special because for the last centuries every country that has become interested in our culture has abused it. They have stolen antiquities from us and northwestern Europe but also in the US have no problem having those stolen artifacts and displaying them. There is a tradition of foreigners claiming to “love” Greece but they are really in love with our ancient aesthetic and they don’t give a shit about the Greeks who preserve the culture and even die to protect their antiquities. 

So we are used to this kind of treatment and it hurts extra when it’s happening again. But we are also desensitized. For some reason a person can be dressed as a Greek deity for Halloween and we won’t bat an eye. At the same time, I see people from other cultures defending the importance of their figures, when foreigners dress up as them for fun. 

I don’t understand how we consider this disrespectful for any other culture but if it’s the Greek we don’t care. Why could this be? Perhaps because many Greeks have come to see their own culture as public property. Perhaps because it is what the prominent international media tells us and maybe because we are used to selling our culture for profit (we are a tourist country) and we only see it as merchandise. 

Let me add I am not only fascinated by my own cultures but also cultures around the world. It makes no sense to me that people want Gods of color and their only solution is to make the Greek gods Black. Have we forgotten the numerous rich cultures of Asia and Africa?? There are a ton of deities there who, if you want to draw Afrocentric art for example, will be great inspiration! It reminds me of a publishing house which put POC in the covers of western classic books (thus kinda turning the white main characters into POC only in the cover) while not promoting books from POC or books featuring POC. I think it’s counterproductive.

I think that’s all I have to say for now! Feel free to ask more questions if I haven’t covered you! And if you have more thoughts you can drop them in my ask box.

Also, one question for you before you leave. You mentioned “I considered that it was kind of strong to claim that sort of race thing in a way”. Can you explain to me why? I would like to understand better people who think this way. Then maybe I could explain more effectively to them that their race bending practice isn’t as helpful as they think it is.

P.S. Even saying “races” of people exist is considered deeply racist in Greece (and Europe). I mention that as potential food of thought. For us there are only hues of skin colors, not races, so our social politics are different. 

#this is probably the longest post i have ever written #Greek Mythology #greek myth #greek gods #ancient greece #hades #Persephone #hera #zeus #athena #Aphrodite #ares #apollo #hestia #pagan #wicca #wiccan #poseidon #hecate #witch #hermes #demeter

[spookytsubaki]

Gifts

@babes-week prompt No.3 Gifts. And what better to write about than anniversary gifts?  enjoyyyy

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An anniversary to anyone is obviously a special occasion. The flowers, the loving little notes, and the occasional gift. Lydia Deetz found she thrived when planning such things. She had been working on her idea for quite some time now; where to go, what to say, and what she would get her beloved friend. She knew oftentimes, she was the one who was planning meticulously for whatever idea they had set up, but she knew he wouldn’t forget something as huge as this.

After all, who could forget their own anniversary?

She had been able to keep everything hidden for the majority of the week, most of the time just stuffing the supplies in her school bag- then eventually her closet. However, she was surprised he hadn’t tried to pester her at all this week about it. She knew very well by now that anytime a holiday (or anything involving exchanging gifts) was coming, he would try to figure it out, to check all the knooks and crannies of her room, sometimes the entire house. However this year, he seemed almost unbothered by the fact.

Nevertheless, tonight was the night. She had practically raced home from school, ignoring any snide comments Claire offered that day. As she arrived home, she was quick to cover any mirrors that could let him see what she was doing. She then took out all the supplies she had stockpiled over the week: a little black book filled with all sorts of poetry and incantions (More for the mood than anything), A dark cloth, small red candles, a box of candied beetles, and two rings. 

While she knew these things were nothing too special, she figured the little bands might mean something regarding their friendship. She had specifically had them engraved (costing her a good two month’s allowance) and now they laid in a velvety striped box, safe from any peeking eyes. 

She lit the candles, set the beetles directly across from her, and took a breath. She hoped he liked it. She knew it was silly to be this grand over something like this, but he was a showman, and she knew he was always one to be loud and proud of his trinkets. And maybe a bit of her hoped he would see the intention behind the rings. 

So with one last look around, she cleaned herself up and sat down. She was ready, box stuffed in her pocket, candles drawing a lovely silhouette, she summoned him. 

“Though I know I should be wary, still I venture someplace scary. 

Ghostly hauntings I turn loose,

 Beetlejuice. Beetlejuice. Beetlejuice.”

For most of the week the ghost with the most had noticed his younger friend acting rather strange. He couldn't place his finger on it, but she seemed to be hiding something. He had checked the calendar Lydia had gotten him to see if any special date was coming up. It wasn't Christmas, Halloween, or her birthday. He thought that maybe it was that time of the month for her, maybe that was why she was being strange. 

With a sigh he sat on the old couch in the road house waiting for her to call him, yet she was late to calling him. He checked the time once again and groaned, what was taking her so long? He had missed her all day due to her being at school also known as  hell for her- at least in his mind. The ghost tapped his foot on the ground as he placed his head in his hands. What was his friend up to? As soon as she got home she always called him. 

That's when he finally felt it through his body, she was saying the magic words finally! Once that final saying of his name came he appeared in her room a big grin on his face. “LYDIA!” He yelled happily before yanking her into a bone crushing hug. “Why ya so late on callin’ me?” He asked, looking at the tiny girl with curious eyes. “Ya never wait this long babes.” He continued, still holding her close, not even noticing the whole set up she had. His eyes only focused on her. 

Little did he know he had really messed up on forgetting today.

“So whatcha wanna do babes?” The ghost with the most asked as he let go of her and spun her around a big toothy grin on his face. He looked at her with almost loving eyes as he waited for her answer. 

She watched as the green light filled the room, giving her ghoul a grand entrance as usual. She was excited to see his reaction to everything when he finally took it all in. She should’ve known better than to expect him to just sit down so they could exchange their gifts. As she was tackled in a hug, soft laughs escaped her. 

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I had a lot to do! That’s all!” She explained a big grin on her face. She was sure he remembered. Why wouldn’t he? He was always so good about this stuff- considering it was probably one of the only things that kept him out of trouble. She sat back up, fixing her hair as she kept that chipper little smile on her face. When he asked what she wanted to do, however, she gave him a confused look. She thought she made it pretty clear with how everything was set up. Maybe he was just playing a game with her. 

“Well, I was thinking we could stay here and hang out, after a long day there’s nothing I’d rather do than hang out with you.” She quipped sincerely, fidgeting with the ring box in her pocket. She hoped he would get the idea of this gift. After this year, and certain events ensued, the tension of their relationship had thickened quite a bit.  That wasn’t to say they weren’t still thick as thieves, but every hand brush, every meaningful look, every scheme, one of them was always looking out for the other’s signals. 

He felt his dead heart melt at her words. That was his favorite thing to do with her anyways, just hang out. As he finally looked around he noticed the set up and looked a bit confused, an interesting way to hang out he thought. “What’s this for?” He asked his face still confused as he looked back at her. 

His eyes then landed on the black and white box she held, he tilted his head like a dog. “Fancy box, is it for me?” He asked with a small chuckle. Now he was curious as to what his lovely best friend had planned for him. Maybe there was something special going on today? His birthday? No, no couldn't be that. Maybe it was some mystical holiday she knew about and wanted to celebrate it. 

Whatever it was he was curious as to what if was.  

Lydia frowned slightly when her friend asked her what the set up was. Was he really continuing this game? She looked around at the ornate details she had included. She was fine with playing it this way, it just seemed a bit odd. “For ambiance.” She answered noncommittally with a shrug. 

She had mindlessly taken out the ring box in the process of her getting lost in thought. She stroked the velvet as if using almost for meditative purposes; that is, before she was drawn from her thoughts by his raspy voice. She looked at the box as he gestured to it, as if it had just been placed in her hand. 

“Uhm yeah..But why don’t we wait for a few..” she chuckled nervously, wanting to now back out of her plan. Who was she kidding? She was a child. Why would he like her? She shook away these thoughts. Now was her chance to give it to him, if only she could work up the nerves now. 

“Oh! I got you something else as well! That was the last one in store, apparently beetles are quite a popular sweet.” She teased, handing him the box. This should buy her a little more time to work up the nerves. Besides, if they kept beating around the bush, maybe she would get an easy break. 

“Beetles! You know me so well babes.” With almost delicate hands he took the box and opened it picking up one of the beetles. He plopped it in his mouth almost swallowing it whole as he did. “The beetles are great babes, but I’d really like to see what's in that.” He motioned once again to the velvet box.

With one quick movement he grabbed the velvet box his curiosity taking over him as he needed to see what was inside it. He floated above her as he observed the small box wondering what could be so important in it. What did it have to do with this day as well? He questioned. 

“Why did you wanna give this to me today? What’s so important anyway?” He asked his raspy voice, still curious as he looked down at her about ready to open the velvet box. 

Her grin returned as she thought she distracted him a little longer, and could have her way with time. Unfortunately, it appeared he had other plans and was not so easily distracted. “You’ll see it soon I swe-Hey!” 

With one swift movement, he had snatched the small box from her grasp. She jumped, trying to reach it, but alas, being that short held it’s disadvantages. “Give it back! Come on Beej! I’ll let you see it soon! I promise!” she tried to bargain as she continued her futile attempts at getting the box. 

When he asked her what was so important about today it hit her. He didn’t remember. He wasn’t playing dumb, he truly didn’t remember. Her heart sank as she stopped attempting to reach for the box. “You really don’t remember, do you?” she asked softly, sobering reality setting in. 

Slowly he floated down to her and handed her the box back, he noticed how sad her face went. What could he be forgetting that was so important to her? “Remember what?” He mutters looking at her feeling bad for how upset he made her. 

“Lyds just tell me what today is, I looked at the calendar nothin’ was planned.” He mutters with a sigh. “Ya know I mark everythin’ down since ya got it for me.” 

She shook her head, feeling her heart shatter. Was their relationship really that insignificant? She had put so much thought into it. And he forgot. She handed the box back to him and gave a pitiful chuckle. “Forget it.  Here’s your gift. Happy anniversary Beetlejuice.” She mumbled, brushing past him. How could he forget?

The rings sat in the box, untouched, and engraved in delicate silver letters was the phrase:

‘Till Death do us apart’

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[writinginthesparetime]

A place far away pt7

pairing: actor!Park Haejin x student!reader

Warnings: famous!au ; college!au ; litte bit of swearing?

genre: fluff ;

chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6

(If needed I will add more warnings and upload the genre tags in next chapters)

Summary:

So that’s how all started.

It was a rainy day in Seoul and I was the new girl in town. Precisely the new girl in college, just moved from europe to study abroad.

Little did I knew Seoul was not the only korean thing I’d fell in love with.

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21st November

“Lillian! Your caffelatte!”

I looked up from my books just a moment, only to see a girl holding two cups in her hands desperately trying to get her friend’s attention.

This cafeteria in the campus often looked like this: loud and busy. I didn’t enjoy spending my time there to study, but that morning only the idea of staying home made me sick.

I spent the last two weeks studying for three exams, now focusing on the last one of those. Class? Chemical behind the skincare.

I went back to my notes, looking at graphics and formulas well written, trying to revise some useful acids for peeling and the benefits of vitamin c for our skin.

I sipped my coffee and looked at the time. Almost 11 o’clock.

It was so weird to think that the whole campus had the free morning. Someone definitely decided to spend it in bed sleeping, someone just enjoyed their free time and someone, like me, chose to keep on studying.

I never wanted to be the best student, but indeed I wanted to prove myself I could. I just needed to tell myself so, and actually work hard. Luckily, lessons were interesting and I found myself being capable of getting on the top of class.

Even cooking class was satisfying.

In the table next to me, a group of girls were chatting loudly, all smiling and well dressed. They were talking about the real reason why morning classes were cancelled and most of the girls went on campus anyways. The reason they all wore their best dresses and used tons of makeup.

An idol.

Or someone famous.

Again.

Yes, if months ago there were some weird visit by an entertainment company, that morning was the confirmation of a collaboration with the college.

So, an idol in that exact moment was in one of my college’s class filming some stupid advertisement about some stupid product, probably to attract teenagers who are still influenced by whoever is in the commercial.

And it worked just fine.

I sighed lightly reading again the same phrase on my notes. “What’s uva and uvb rays? And how uv sun rays damage our skin?”

Let’s say in the morning, especially on these cold ones, the last thing I think of is putting sunscreen on.

Just waken up then, after embracing a sky full of clouds, that’s definitely not my first thought.

And suddenly I thought about Nana who was surely still sleeping in her warm bed.

I lost every kind of concentration, desolated I closed my books and stopped looking outside the window.

I still had some time before the first lesson started, but it was so obvious that I wasn’t able to keep on revising.

This exam looked infinitely long to study and I still had one to go before the end of the year.

And then I suddenly started thinking about that lesson, one month and a half ago. About that speech the teacher made, about working in a company.

I sank into the chair, trying to make myself as little as possible.

I didn’t know what to do with this information. All my classmates saw the list and picked their favourite company. Some girls, after reading important company names, even started to study more.

And I was the only one in the class who hasn’t choose yet. Well, I didn’t even decided about doing this work or not.

I was one of the best students, suitable for the opportunity, but I was afraid about the whole working and going to classes and studying for exams at the same time. I could have just failed.

Plus, I really couldn’t understand why we had to choose a company, I could really work everywhere they wanted.

I snorted.

I knew my time was almost over, I couldn’t keep on procrastinating. A teacher already stopped me in the hallways to know if I made up my mind. I simply run away.

And then I suddenly thought about the no-boys rule, that has been recently broken by Nana a week ago at a really late halloween party. She kept on saying that she didn’t really broke our promise since she make out with a girl, but we both knew the truth.

On the other hand, I didn’t date anyone, girl or boy. I kinda made friends with other classmates, even ended up in a project group with Jackson, who kept being an acquaintance.

That’s it.

That’s it, like any other Hae-jin story then.

I looked up.

Y/n, stop thinking about him.

Yet, sometimes his kind smile came back to mind.

And even how we never met in the last month and a half, after bumping into each other almost every week.

Slowly the voices in the cafe became quieter and many people left, dispersing in the campus.

I sipped my coffee and I saw myself reflected in the window.

My eyes were tired from the lack of sleep and my cheeks bright pink because of the cold November.

I wrapped myself in my blue hoodie, judging again my morning decision to choose comfort over style. Countless times Nana tried to find any item in my wardrobe to save my outfits, that are so basic to her.

Anyways I did find a trick: just wear an elegant coat over every outfit and suddenly I didn’t look like a mess. Not completely.

I noted mentally to go shopping as soon as my mother sent me some money.

I got up picking my things up and throwing them inside the backpack and, against my will, I exited the cafeteria heading to class to revise the next coming exam. I wasn’t prepared for it, neither for the day ahead.

While i was quickly walking i kept hearing people chat about what was going on in college, and i even saw some people randomly run through the campus, going wherever they heard the idol’s last location was.

And it was just one of those crowds that crushed me. I stumbled, getting hit by thousands hands and shoulders that tried to get me out of the way.

I was almost falling when I ended up crushing a girl, she quickly grabbed me by my shoulders, holding me.

“Everything’s okay?’ She asked worried.

This girl definitely looked older than me, well I could guess she wasn’t going to college anymore. Her neat appearance made me feel ashamed. Everything about her made me think she was one of those girls who really treated herself good.

“I’m fine, thank you.” I said softly and bowed at her. She took a step back, feeling the embarrassment between the two of us.

With her right hand, closed into holding two different phones, she moved a lock of hair with her pinkie.

Only then I noticed she was holding, with her other hand, a big brown leather briefcase. She kinda looked like a business woman, only her windbreaker didn’t suit her style: an huge stuffed one, long ‘till under her knees, with an embroidered word on her chest, probably the name of the company she was working for.

She quickly excused herself and left, not giving me enough time to read that word. I only saw the logo, made by three little triangles that reminded me of the three Giza’s pyramids.

“Y/n!” I heard my name being called while trying to walk in the hallway. “Wait, y/n!”

I turned around to where I thought this voice came, only to see Nana, of course, running to me. In a couple of seconds she joined me and, well, actually she bumped into me, with the biggest hug.

“Y/n-ah, you have no idea how it’s so good to wake up late, i feel so fresh!” Saying so she slapped her cheeks lightly.

“Lucky you.” I looked up.

“Oh my god, what are those? Eye-bags?”.

“I haven’t been sleeping well lately.” I said shrugging my shoulders.

We walked side by side, in silence. Nana knew my weird sleeping habits, she knew it’s been weeks since I had a proper full night of sleep and, luckily, she knew when was the time to not say a word.

And I didn’t have to tell her more.

In the hallways people kept walking and talking, even louder than any other day, it was becoming annoying.

Everyone was frenetically moving, girls stopping mid walking looking at their phones, little half runs and continuously checking their hair.

I was getting curious to know who was the reason of this whole mess.

“Hold this: I have a concealer that matches your skin color.” Nana suddenly gave me her make-up trousse. We have so differently skin color, even different undertones, but I wasn’t shocked at all: we often tried make-up products together, even sharing them for fun. “If it’s not your color, you’re good enough to make it work it out. I know lately you’re not into this, but your eye-bags could literally scare the teacher.”

I smiled at her, knowing that she was trying to make me feel better and she definitely didn’t want me to look like a zombie.

We left in front of the class door, she headed inside to take seats while I just tried to remember where the closest toilet was.

Needless to say that I didn’t know at all: campus and buildings were huge, every lesson was taken in a different classroom and I still couldn’t orient myself. I only followed the signs.

I found myself walking for the whole hallway and after turning twice, fifty metres ahead, I ended up in a blind alley, with some doors on the sides.

Above one of them, a sign with a drawing of a lady. And behind that same door a group of girl exited the toilet. Coming across, we bowed slightly.

All of the sudden, behind myself I heard a soft sound, getting slowly louder until the rustle clearly turned into quick steps in the hallways.

I turned around confused, but I could only see me and the other four girls.

I was so focused on that sound which was gettin louder and kinda deafening because of the echo on the walls, that I didn’t notice I was slowly going backwards.

And when I turned, I didn’t have the time to clearly see the person I bumped into.

Raising my gaze, I saw some details.

A black button down shirt. A strong arm. Fine jawline.

And then the shoulder I literally crush into.

The man was taller than me so his shoulder was at the same height as my face, and because of my abrupt movement I ended up hitting him.

I got hurt on the side of my face, a strong smack at my right ear.

Suddenly my head started spinning, there was a loud strong whistle that kept shutting my thoughts. I stumbled untill I lied to the closest wall.

Every sound was padded. I brought my hands to my head, I could literally heard my blood angrily pulsing.

I didn’t know what was around me anymore. My vision was blurred, it was hard for me to focus on anything.

I ended up squeeze my eyes multiple times.

The man stopped, and I only knew because I couldn’t hear any close steps.

My legs were shaking and the whistle still there, not letting me think straight.

“Oh.” A manly voice that sounded so far away. “I am sorry.” His cold and formal words made me shiver.

The only thing I was thinking about was to find a quite place to sit, any place.

And then, like someone opened a door with air stream, steps and voices got louder.

The whistle left, letting me finally hear but every little sound now was painful as a stab. I looked up trying to recall the place, feeling the rough wall behind me.

I was so shocked to see a crowd of people coming towards me, and a man I could clearly see because he was taller than anyone. That man. He just run out to another hallway.

I didn’t see more because once I recognised the toilet door I only thought about laying on the little couch each bathroom in campus had.

I moved quickly.

I closed my eyes while sinking on it. Slowly I started feeling better, no more dizziness. My heartbeat was regular now.

Outside, finally the silence.

It still took me a couple of minutes before getting up. I decided to splash my face with some cold water and suddenly I felt a little better, more awake.

I could still clearly see how sick I looked.

Maybe it was time for that concealer to save me.

I quickly applied some makeup, trying to hide my dark eye-bags. I fixed my hair tying them up into a ponytail to look more clean.

“You look awful.” I whispered.

I exited the toilet and redo the same way backwards. Empty hallways and silences.

Only my steps echoing between the yellowish walls.

Three times I bumped into someone that morning. Three differs ways, three different people, three different pair of arms touched me.

Hold.

Loved.

Hurt.

Slightly bent over, I got closer to Nana who took a seat in the middle raw.

I tried to be as quiet as possible and to be the more invisible I could. The teacher already started the lesson and he was writing fast on the blackboard.

“Y/n, what happened?”

Nana asked after looking at the clock on the wall, and then at me. I let myself fall onto the chair, giving back her trousse.

“I don’t think I am feeling good, after class I am going home.”

I was slowly walking through the campus, heading to the exit while thinking about taking a long nap before getting back to study.

I needed to rest.

And i needed a painkiller for my headache.

“Miss. Y/l/n! Miss!” I heard a door slamming and quick steps. Beside me, my history of makeup’s teacher was closing our distance.

“Yes?” I asked. Behind him, inside the hallway people were talking and looking at us.

“I am truly sorry to disturb you, but I needed to know if you decided about the job. As I have already told you, this is the last week to sign up.”

“I am really thankful for your interest, but I haven’t had the time to look at the list, so I think I’ll have t-“ I couldn’t end the phrase because the teacher, after looking up for a folder and finding it inside his briefcase, interrupted me.

“Here it is.” He gave me the folder smiling.

“Honestly, I still won’t have the time to choose, I’m too busy studying for exams.”

“Miss y/l/n, that’s not the first time we talked about this.”

“I am truly sorry, I don’t think I’ll be able to study and work and attend classes, all together.”

“Miss, I never thought of you as a lazy person, but you know better than me that classes are ending soon and there are just a few exams to be taken. Do you really want to risk to lose this opportunity?”

“What if I can’t do it?”

“Miss, you’re on the top five of the class, we are positive you’ll be able to make it just fine. And if you won’t, we do not expect you to pass every exam this semester.”

“But it will be humiliat-“

“It will be more embarrassing to lose such an opportunity to work with professionals. I don’t want to force you, but I think you’ll regret this in the future.”

He kept smiling the whole time, trying maybe to reassure me, while his words were sharp.

I really just wanted to go home, forget about everything and sleep. Thinking too much made my headache stronger.

I raised my gaze, ignoring his face. Behind him, I could see some people staring.

“All I ask you is to think about it.”

I grabbed the folder and hold it tight.

I just needed to resist one more week, and wait for the deadline.

But the idea of meeting persistent teachers made me feel sick. More than I already was.

“Are you feeling good?” He asked worried, taking on step closer.

“Not really. Teacher, I don’t really have time to choose between the companies right now.”

“I have a proposal. Actually, you can even meet them now if yo-“ He stopped talking mid sentence. “A-are you feeling good? You look pale, do you need some water?”

“Thank you teacher, I just need to go home and rest.” I quickly smiled.

“Please, think about my proposal. I actually highlighted the company in the list and at the end of the folder I gave you some informations.”

He sounded so noisy.

“Okay okay. I surrender, I accept. Please send me via mail al the papers I need to fill and I’ll gave it back to you as soon as possible. But now, I really need to go.”

I quickly bowed and left, heading to the closest bus stop.

The headache was painful as ever. I found myself crying on my way home.

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A/n:

I am truly sorry, it took me ages to write this chapter. I keep on revising it because I think it’s kinda dark and sad: it resembles what happened in the last weeks.

AnywaysI hope you still like it, and please dm me if you want to be tagged in next chapters!

Look forwards to the next ones, they’re gonna be gooooooood!!

#park haejin #park hae jin #korean actor #story #park hae jin x y/n #park har jin x reader #park #k actor #kdrama #writing in the spare time #writing #a place far away #original #forest

[suspiriu-m]

About Me

Hello! My name is Sal and welcome to my blog, Suspirium! Suspirium is a word that originates from one of my favorite movies, Luca Guadagnino’s 2019 remake of Dario Argento’s classic italian horror movie Suspiria. According to World of Dictionary, Suspirium is a Latin word meaning “Deep breath, sigh”. It’s also the title of one of my favorite songs from the soundtrack to the movie produced by Thom Yorke of Radiohead. I’m a huge horror movie buff so expect to see a lot of that sort of content on my blog if I can incorporate it into any of my work. I chose this as the title of my blog because of how well the word fits into the movie, and I just love the way it sounds. Anybody who’s watched the movie will understand, but I won’t go into detail as to not spoil it for anybody who hasn’t yet seen it.

Throughout my highschool years I technically went to two schools. My main and home school was Middletown High School, and my secondary school was Orange Ulster Boces in Florida New York. In high school I was always in media production and art classes. For example, photography, video editing, drawing & painting classes and my favorite was an Elements of Horror class I took my senior year. Horror being my favorite genre, I absolutely had to take a class that’s dove into the origins of classic horror novels, films and short stories. Leading to me finding my favorite classic horror story Dracula by Bram Stoker, and a multitude of stories by H.P. Lovecraft. Continuing on now to college i’m now majoring in Media Production while also still taking some classes in Marketing and Design! I really enjoy both a lot so it’s hard to kind of pick exactly which I want to do, but it’s nice knowing that no matter what path I finally choose I'll still have some experience in the other!

Aside from my education, I love to watch horror movies and read stories in my own free time. Movies in general are a huge hobby of mine and I watch at least 3-4 a week given I have the time. Some of my favaroties of all time concerning classics have got to be the Halloween series, The Evil Dead series and all four of the Scream movies. Other hobbies of mine that take up a huge part of my life and time are video games and music. I have a pretty big record collection that’s continuously growing with at least 80-90 albums and counting. I just recently purchased a few more to add being Sade’s Diamond Life, Whitney Houston’s Whitney and Whitney Houston albums, Lazaretto by Jack White, Texas Sun by Khruangbin & Leon Bridges and Petals for Armor by Hayley Williams. Hopefully my next additions will be What’s Your Pleasure? by Jessie Ware and The Baby by Samia. I’ve been collecting them for years, but especially now since even CD’s are starting to go out of style. I’m the kind of person who still likes to have physical copies of all my music and movies and games so having such big collection is super special to me.

In terms of video games, I try and play as wide of a variety that I can because I believe I can find something I like in any genre. Strategy, shooters, brawlers, online competitive games etc, but I think my favorite style of game is single-player, narrative driven experiences. Most recently I played The Last of Us Part II and was absolutely enthralled with it. I loved the first game so much so getting a sequel was something I was extremely grateful for. I don’t think video games get enough credit for what they do for storytelling. TLOU 1 and 2 are some of my favorite stories that I have experienced in any form of media. The heartbreak, pain, love, fear and excitement those games have succeeded in giving me while just sitting in front of my TV is something no other form of entertainment has brought me. Some of the most touching moments, but also the most excruciating. They also had a queer women front and center throughout the games which is something that isn’t very common in video games so seeing that was really nice to me. Other than The Last of Us, some other solid narrative driven games I’ve played are God of War, Uncharted 1-4, Marvel’s Spider-Man, The Tomb Raider Reboots, Ghost of Tsushima, the Batman Arkham series and Control.

Although story based games are my favorites that doesn’t mean I don’t have a place in my heart for some good old fashioned fun as well! I also really enjoy a lot of the Super Mario and Legend of Zelda games as well. My biggest pet peeve that I have with the gaming industry right now though is Fortnite. I think it’s literally the most annoying game ever created. People spend hundreds and thousands of dollars just to buy skins and weapon packs and I think it’s absolutely ridiculous. The fact that I work at a major video game retailer and constantly have kids running through my store screaming about the damn game at least once a day could also contribute to my hatred. Either way, I want no part and absolutely nothing to do with it.

Going back to queer representation though. I recently watched Pose over the summer. Not only was the show heavily based during the AIDS epidemic in New York City, almost the entirety of the main cast was comprised of Transgender Black women. On prime time television! This is the first show to ever achieve such a feat. Not only was the cast extremely talented, I thought the writing and production of the show as a whole was brilliant. It definitely has its flaws and I could point out a few of them, but I believe all of the good of the show far outweighs the bad. It’s not afraid to tackle extremely real and difficult subjects the Transgender and Black communities have faced in this country and all over the world. It’s so important to see content like this on television as well because EVERYBODY deserves representation. Not only was the cast Trans, but one of the lead writers of the series Janet Mock is also a Black Trans woman! Pose was filled with heartfelt moments that truly had me sobbing in my bed as I watched. I think I actually cried at pretty much every single episode for both seasons. The cast is brilliant, the realism and talent and star power they bring to the show is like nothing that I’ve ever seen before and I’m so glad to be able to see them up on my television. I so badly one day hope that I can be behind the scenes of producing a show of this caliber some day.

While I have yet to help in the production of a show like this, I have had my fair share of of making short films, music videos and even assisting on a friend of mine’s first full length movie that he submitted to festivals. Last year, I had the opportunity to shoot a short horror film with my classmates for our final project. The film was based around a young woman getting trapped at her school in the middle of a blizzard, and slowly beginning to realize that she may not be alone. In a fight for her life, she has to survive till morning while going up against a mysterious killer who lurks the halls of her small town college. Sadly, we didn’t have enough time to produce a full and finalized cut of the film but coming together and working with a few other classmates was still a really fun experience. Not only was I able to play the role of the killer, I aided in audio, music selection, location scouting, props department, shot planning and writing the movie and it was a great time. I also had the pleasure of helping out my friend Matt Vincini in shooting his short film The Cattle Farmer. A horror/thriller film about a boy who is adopted into a family, only to realize that his life might have been planned from the start. It featured a mysterious woodland family who may or may not have had cannibalistic tendencies that included their adopted children. It was a super cool experience to be on a set with a bunch of actors and seeing my friend in action in the role of director. Collaborating on projects like this with friends is always a fun time, even it does get stressful at some points. At one point in the film, one of the characters realizes that the dinner he is currently eating could quite possible be his last meal ever. Which kinda let me to thinking what my last meal would be. After some thinking, I think i’d definitely have to choose my families homemade pasta and meatballs. I know, pretty stereotypical for an Italian family but it’s just so good. We make our own sauce every september and it’s a huge family event. Everybody comes together and one of our houses and it’s literally a whole days worth of work. The best part? At the end of the night, we all have a huge feast and make pasta and meatballs with all of the sauce we just made. It’s one of my favorite things to do with my family and always one of my favorite meals. Not only is it delicious, but also sentimental.

This is all for now! Thanks for stopping by my blog and reading a little bit about me. I could probably keep rambling on for hours but I don’t think that’s the smartest idea. I can’t wait to fill this blog with more content this year and hope to hear from you guys as well! Until then, i’ll be watching more movies and DEFINITELY playing some more games. At this point i’ve been playing the new Marvel’s Avengers video game so, let me get back to kicking some AIM ass!

[maryellencarter]

I GOT A FUCKING HAIRCUT :D

my hair was getting to be like a bob, it was constantly in my face and all sweaty down my neck and the high temperature is like 108°F every day, and I found that Great Clips was doing haircuts with masks on and had a coupon for an $8 haircut (I still tipped based on full price, I'm not a barbarian) so I was like "fuck this" and marched down there to get rid of like three-quarters of my hair by volume

and oh god I feel so much fucking better??? I didn't realize how draining it was to be constantly Dealing With My Hair??? and like not have any option to get rid of it?? it was like a constant reminder of Because Pandemic, and also of "haha you don't own your salon clippers anymore because your life is just that shitty" :P

(One could hypothetically have purchased new clippers for not that much more than a haircut but the only thing I can consistently do on my own head is a plain buzz cut and I look... not good with a buzz cut)

I also ordered a fabric mask off Etsy, because the only mask option I've had since lockdown started in March was a single disposable mask I happened to have picked up when I had suspected coronavirus in January (it wasn't suspected at the time, you understand, I haven't been swabbed or had antibody confirmation or anything, but on speaking to my endocrinologist about it in May he was like "yeah, sleeping 14-16 hours a day for two weeks straight? don't know what else it could have been, I see from your blood draw then that your b12 and thyroid are fine") and like. it was getting really super grotty. I still have to use it till the new one arrives but oh god it's so nice to be back to work and expecting an actual paycheck again

if I can be mentally stable enough to keep working 40 hour weeks, which is a big if, then I can hypothetically catch up on my car insurance payment arrangement before November when it would start stacking on top of my new car insurance payments, and also catch up on my health insurance having been not deducted from my nonexistent paychecks while I was on FMLA

I am trying very hard not to think about the election being right after Halloween when I will hit some milestones in paying things off. I just do not have any emotional energy for it. Last time we had a presidential election in this country I couldn't work for literally almost two years, I was that depressed. So all I can do is try to focus on explaining people's cell phones while the world falls apart around me.

I am only officially scheduled for 28 hours a week right now, and I am going to stay that way or maybe ooch up to having 32 at most, because we keep having mandatory overtime and I'm also really bad at getting off the phones in a timely manner at the end of my shift, so if I was officially full time, this last 80-hour pay period would have been a 92-hour pay period and I would be a great deal of a mess. So having that control over how much voluntary overtime I pick up in order to hover around 40 hours a week is important.

I did actually manage to work a full 80 hours in a pay period though, for the first time since last September, so that's... encouraging. Maybe hopeful, even? I'm going to be able to pay the rent early instead of late for a change, and even get quarters to do laundry also :D

I'm also trying out a new budgeting app called Mint, which is very well spoken of online and does not have an automatic shaming function like so many electronic budget tools. So far I like it? It does not let me run a full projection of "if I get such and such in paychecks", I wound up having to use a Google Sheets annual budget template to figure out paying off my car insurance arrangement early (and then I ran the numbers manually because apparently that's just who I am now), but it lets me set recurring reminders for all my bills and sync them with my phone calendar, and it syncs my bank transactions although only during banking hours (it is by the Intuit people who do TurboTax and apparently quite as secure so I was okay giving it my bank account, which is important as I never have the attention span to manually track expenses), and then it lets me categorize my bank transactions and also split them up so I can see how much of my Walmart expenditures are pharmacy copays and how much are food and how much are sundries, and then it gives me pie charts! :D Or rather those circle charts that are apparently the modern sleek-looking equivalent of a pie chart. I like having charts. :D

#house mouse #politics #covid mention #haircut

[forallyourikemensengokuneeds]

Secret santa present

Title: Carving a Tradition

Fandom: IkeSen

Suitor: Masamune

To: @selenecrawford

From: @darkmindsthinktwistedthoughts

A/N: Happy Holidays my dear. I how you have a time as rewarding and joyful as this tale.

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The hall was perfect. It had taken a lot of work and the enlistment of almost half of the castle staff to pull it off but the main audience hall of Oshu Castle was finally looking a lot like a modern-day Christmas.

It was hard to locate the items she had in mind but thankfully she was going out with a guy who’s name not only opened doors but the ability to acquire and procure the things she wanted. Small paper lanterns had taken the place of fairy lights. Intricately cut paper became fine decorations attached to folded paper garlands in festive shades and was hung around the room, draped over the original ornamentation of the building.

The Lord of the castle was cloistered away in the kitchens working on variations of the dishes she had described to him as a traditional feast. This was something he had most looked forward too during their discussions on the holiday so it was no surprise when he announced Oshu would have its own winter festival and he was preparing a feast for everyone.

There was one item that she had had her heart set on. The focal point of the celebration as far as she was concerned. A tree. It had been a request that she entrusted to her friend Sasuke. Being from the future as well, she felt if anyone could find a tree closest to the one she desired, it would be him. A 10-foot-high spruce that apparently had a complicated scientific name making it sound like it had more of an education than she did was the result. Swathes of thin fabric clung to the branches along with paper cranes and tiny fans. Yes, today was going to be the day that she could reveal her creation to her boyfriend. Just one last finishing touch…

“Hey Kitten you got a minute I need you to try this dish for me!”

Balanced on a chair attempting to attach a star to the top of the tree the Princess stopped in her actions after hearing Masa drawing closer in the hallway.

“Masa? I told you, you couldn’t come in till I said so!” She called out as she adjusted herself to get down.

“I know that and I’m not coming in I was just going to open the door a little and get you to try this food.” After saying this the large sliding door began to move. She rushed towards them imagining that they would somehow open completely if she didn’t, but before she could take more than a few steps disaster struck. 20 lbs of furry chaos flew past her as it rocketed through the small gap in the doors making its way towards the biggest and most fun looking thing in the room.

“NO!”

A loud creaking announced the inevitable ground-shaking crash as the 10-foot tree was knocked flat to the ground as if it had been hit by a truck. The paper ornaments scattered to the four corners, which only served to entertain the Tiger cub more as he then took it as a fun idea to begin chasing them as if they were falling leaves in the garden.

The Princess’s cry had Masa cursing under his breath as he broke his word and pushed the doors open as wide as he could with one hand the other resting on the hilt of his sword as if he was waiting for an attacker to present themselves. His eye roamed the room not really taking in any of the decorations until it settled on the impudent kit mauling at something that looked very much like the things Mc had been making in her room. Balls of string, paper origami shapes…

“Shogetsu you bad cat get back here now!” He chastised the cub but it was all too late. The branches of the once decorated tree were crushed and broken on one side. The decorations were all in different variations of broken, unravelled and chewed. It was a disaster.

Mc moved in slow motion as she made her way to the fallen symbol. Her hand trembled a little as she picked up one of the fabric ornaments she had made especially. It had two small figures on it and one large cat. The text “Our first Christmas” was embroidered on it. She didn’t know if she wanted to laugh, scream or cry.

“Hey… Mc? Mc? I have been calling you for the last few minutes and you haven’t said a thing.” Masa placed his hand on her shoulder attempting to get her to look at him and when she did, he thought his heart was going to stop. Her eyes were glazed over, unfocused with unshed tears. The emotions flickering like a candle in the darkness were moving rapidly unable to settle on any one single reaction. “Kitten?”

“I’m sorry Masa. I just wanted to show you what a real Christmas looked like and I failed.” Her voice was small and weak. It hadn’t been her fault and yet she was taking all the blame. It was so like her. Her kind heart was one of the things he loved about her. Loved and hated. She could have stood to be a little more selfish at times. He would have given her everything. He still would give her everything. Wrapping her in his arms he watched as the tiger left the room oblivious to the aftermath of turmoil it had created.

“Come on Mc it’s not the end of the world. We can get another tree.”

“No, we can’t.” Her voice was muffled in his chest but he could still hear the stifled pain in it.

“Why not?” He pulled back a little so he could see her. He didn’t really understand why this was so important but it clearly was otherwise she wouldn’t be so upset. And if it was important to her then it was important to him too.

“Masa it’s Christmas Eve. There is no way we can get a new tree here from the same place we found this one in one night. It’s impossible. I mean it took 3 days to get this one here.” She sounded defeated and not at all like the girl he knew. Her shoulders were rounded as she slumped with her mood.

“Hey now.” He took his hand and tilted her chin to look at him. “Are you forgetting who your boyfriend is? You want a tree I’ll get you a tree. There is no such thing as impossible.”

“But—”

“No but’s. You just wait, Kitten. I’ll fix this.”

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It was around noon in the castle by the time the real buzz started to hit a fever pitch. Everyone had been invited by Masa to attend the party and so naturally all members of staff were dressed up in their finery. They still insisted on helping with serving for rest of the guests but there was no doubt that the idea of dressing up had put them all in a festive mood.

The one person who had been the most excited now looked to be the most miserable. Mc had sat in her room attempting to make new decorations for a tree that no longer existed and glancing over at her fabric bauble. The tragic look on her face didn’t change or shift no matter how much time had passed. This was bad. An unhappy Princess meant an unhappy Masa and that was no one’s idea of fun.

It was about the eighth time she had tried to fold some paper when she finally gave up and stopped forcing herself to try to march on. Masa had been kind and sweet as always in his support of her but this was something different and she was not sure how he would manage to keep his word this time.

*Knock, knock*

“Kitten? It’s me.”

“I’m not very good company right now Masa. I have to prepare for the party as well.” She tried to brush off his visit to gain some time to prepare herself. She needed time to correct her mood before she saw anyone.

“Don’t worry bout any of that all you need to do is turn up. But I really need you right now Mc. I have to get you to check things for me so I can tell if I did a good job or not?” He sounded like a pleading child. But he also said he needed her. It was those words that had her moving automatically to greet him. Suppressing a groan, she got up from the floor and tottered to the door. Masa was standing on the other side as lively as ever.

“What am I checking?”

“Come with me I’ll show you.”

They walked in silence to the scene of the crime. Mc’s heart lurched at the memory. She knew it sounded silly to be so emotional over a tree for one day of the year but there was so little here that felt like her modern-day roots that she had become a little emotional.

“Ok now. I don’t really know what it was supposed to look like but I think I did it.” He said as he paused by the doors.

“What did you do?”

“The impossible.” There was a twinkle in his eye that she loved.

“Masa….”

“Hey don’t look at me like Yoshi does I didn’t do anything bad. Just open the door if you don’t believe me.” Masa grumbled whilst encouraging her to slide the door.

Inside was the same room now tidy and free from tiger attack signs. The decorations that hadn’t been broken were all being used to decorate the tables and raised seating. But that wasn’t what caught her eye. In the centre of the room where there had once been a majestic spruce there now stood a tree carved into shape made out of ice.

Her eyes followed the surface of it the limbs were all separate levels but also had incredible looking carved decorations on its surface. It sparkled in the lamp lights making it look as though it was covered in glittering stars.

“Masa… y-you did this?”

“Of course.” He said proudly puffing out his chest a little whilst still nervously checking her reactions. “Do you like it, Kitten?”

She turned to him and immediately dragged him into a tight embrace.

“Like it? Masa I love it! I had no idea you could carve like that.” Mc pointed at the ice sculpture. Her face was beaming a pure and natural smile. He felt like he could breathe again for the first time.

“Sure, it was just like carving that root vegetable for Halloween.” He shrugged trying to play it cool and hoping she would ignore the heat growing on his cheeks as he had a sudden thought about just how adorable she was.

“Why did you?”

“For you Kitten. I know you wanted to make this the best Christmas ever for me but I also wanted to be able to do something for you too. I realise Shogetsu playing with the tree was unplanned but I’m still a little happy he did that because now I can say I helped too.” He admitted his own small shameful truth a little happy to have it off his chest.

“Masa… you always help me. I was just trying to do the bits I could do because you were doing so much in the kitchen.”

“Well now, aren’t we a pair?”

“Sure are.”

“Do you like the tree Kitten?”

“Yes. I think everyone should have one.”

“Ha-ha that’s great but I don’t think I have enough ice to make that dream come true for you this year.” His laughter reverberated in the room, filling it with the first round of joy it would see for the night.

“It is missing something though.” Taking the ornament from her sleeve she placed it next to the ice tree. “There. Now it’s perfect.”

“Agreed.” Masa kissed her brow looking at the fabric ornament feeling his chest grow a little warmer. She was always cute but there were times she was so cute he genuinely thought he was going to overdose on her sweetness. “Merry Christmas Mc.”

“Merry Christmas Masa.”

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#ikemen sengoku #ikesen #ikémen sengoku #ikésen #secret santa #2019

[niqhtlord01]

Welcome back fighting fans for yet another round of beaintgs, bleedings, and missed readings that we like to call the Roosther Teeth Championship!  Our next contestant hails from the seedy underworld of Vale with an army of goons that can’t shoot and a blazing dance floor that needs to be remodeled every other episode, iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit’s JUNIOR!!!!!!!!!! Junior: *Walks in transforming bat to rocket launcher* Grif: Geeze man, could you get a more stupid weapon? Junior: You’re one to talk, you got a rocket launcher too. Grif: *Hefts halo rocket launcher* Yeah, but I don’t need to transform it to beat people to death with it.  ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Junior: *Walks in transforming rocket launcher to a bat* Cinder: Well someone seems to be overcompensating.  Junior: Is that a chunk of ice on your chest from when you lost a fight and got frozen, or are you always this cold hearted? Cinder: *Draws swords from air, eye glows* I know how to heat things up.  ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Nemesis: *Nanotech cloud forms Nemesis*  Junior: And what the hell are you supposed to be? Nemesis: You’re worst nightmare.  Junior: *Swings bat over should and transforms to rocket launcher* Unless you’re an underage blondie with a habit for punching things I doubt it.   ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Caboose: *Walks in putting a flower into freckles.* Junior: You must be stupid to come here.  Caboose: Well you can’t have a fight if you’re the only one around; that’d just be silly.  Junior: *Transforms rocket launcher to bat form* You can if the other guy is dead.  ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Junior: *Walks in transforming rocket launcher to a bat* Yang: Oooooooooh Junioooooooor.......... Junior: Oh please no......... Yang: *Cocks shotgun wrists* You never gave me my drink.  ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Junior: *Walks in transforming bat to rocket launcher* Cammie: So out of everything you could transform your weapon into....you chose a bat?  Junior: It’s so simple it’s perfect. Cammie: *Picks up nugget and puts them on her shoulder* Remind me again how many fights you’ve won?  ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kazu: *Flips into the ring* Junior: *Sarcastically* I’m sure that’s very impressive for the ladies. Kazu: As if they would find you any better. Junior: *Hefts rocket launcher* Well, I own a nightclub and you look like a street rocker living out of their van so I doubt it’d be very hard. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Junior: *Walks in polishing a glass* Roman: Yeah, your men were terrible so I want a refund.  Junior: Fine, just give me back my men then.  Roman: *Points cane at Junior* Yeah, that might be a problem since most of them are dead from being so terrible. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tex: *Smashes nearby wall and walks in*  Junior: Looks like you could use a drink lady.  Tex: How can you tell I’m a lady? I’m in power armor. Junior:  *Swings bat over should and transforms to rocket launcher*  I’ve seen enough angry women to be able to tell.  ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Salem: *Grim part to let her through* Junior: *polishing a glass, not looking up* Halloween party is next week lady, no discounts till then for wearing a costume.  Salem: Your flippant tongue will be the end of you.  Junior: *Puts glass down and hefts rocket launcher* And yours will get your pale ass shown the door.  ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Valentina: *Removes invisibility cloak* Junior: Going to have to ask you to leave.  Valentina: Why? Because you don’t serve people like me? Junior:  *Transforms rocket launcher to bat form* No, but you cut in line to get in and that doesn’t fly at my club.  ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Blake: *Walks in and splits weapon* Junior: Going to have to ask you to leave.  Blake: What, you don’t serve my people here? Junior:  *Transforms rocket launcher to bat form*  Kid, you’re underage and a wanted terrorist, get off your high horse.  ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Felix: *Twirls knife between fingers* Junior: Yeah, get the hell out of my club. Felix: No need to be tense old man, just want a drink. Junior:  *Swings bat over should and transforms to rocket launcher* You think I don’t know about what happened in the last club you walked into?  ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Glynda: *Strides in and snaps riding crop* Junior: You’re finally here. Take pole three and you can break every other hour.  Glynda: Do you take me for a pole dancer?!?!?!? Junior:  *Swings bat over should and transforms to rocket launcher* Lady, have you seen your outfit?  ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Junior: *Walks in polishing glass* Ruby: One glass of milk please!  Junior: Kid, we serve adult drinks here. Ruby: *Twirls scythe* Right. One glass of milk with a hint of chocolate syrup.  ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Junior: *Walks in polishing glass* Tucker: Finally! I’ve been waiting over an hour for a drink!  Junior: Just take off your helmet and show me your id and I’ll get you one.  Tucker: *Awkwardly tries to take off helmet, fails* Right, so I realized it’d just be easier to beat you up then it would be to take off this helmet.  ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Miranda: *Strider walks in, Miranda jumps out of the cockpit.” Junior: Parking’s out back lady, can’t leave that here.  Miranda: How can you be so calm? I just walked in with a two story robot!  Junior:  *Puts glass down and hefts rocket launcher* I come from a world with little girls being able to destroy entire buildings. A giant robot is pretty tame all considered.  ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Locus: *Turns off camo* Junior: ......... Locus: ......... Junior: *Slowly reaches for rocket launcher* Yeah, no.  ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- US: *Enters with coin flipping* Junior: Going to have to ask you to leave. US: What’s wrong with me? Junior: *Hefts bat* My club’s got standards, and only main or supporting characters are allowed in. 

#Rooster Teeth #rwby #Genlock #gen:lock #Red vs Blue #Mortal Kombat #The Great Union of the Fourth Turning Republics #junior xiong #junior #Locus #miranda worth #ruby rose #Glynda Goodwitch #Felix #blake bellodona #valentina romanyszyn #roman torchwick #yang xiao long #Salem #TeX #kazu iida #cammie maccloud #Michael J Caboose #caboose #nemesis #cinder fall #Dexter Grif

[bellatriestowritesometimes]

Baby 101 Milestones

Spencer Reid x Reader

Word Count: 3k

A/N: A suggestion by a lovely anon to write kind of a second part to Baby 101 though this would still make sense without reading it I think? I used a lot of google when writing this so I’m sorry if some things are inaccurate. I also decided to just post the whole thing instead of splitting it into multiple parts since I took overly long (I’m sorry!) to actually post this, I hope that’s okay anon!

(GIF not mine, credits to creator)

This is the anon that requested ’Baby 101’ I absolutely loved it! Would you maybe consider making a few more parts of it? Like just milestones throughout the pregnancy and then having the baby? It’d be so cute to see Spencer’s reaction to seeing her bump for the first time, feeling the baby kick for the first time, telling his team, finding out the gender, etc. I honestly see him leaving the BAU to be with his wife and his baby. Just the really soft stuff. I get it if you don't want to! I’m continuing my rambling, but if you do the few parts of the story could you make it so they have a daughter?

“Was that JJ?” Spencer asked as he held the car door open for you.

“Yeah she was just checking in, asking how the appointment went,” you replied once Spencer himself got in the car.

It was week 9 of your pregnancy; you and Spencer had just left a dating scan appointment that told you the baby should be due around late October.

“Have you told anyone else on your team about the baby?” You questioned as your hands rubbed over your currently non-existent bump.

“JJ is the only one that knows. I thought we agreed to wait until you’re out of the first trimester?”

“Yeah we did, but you also work with a bunch of profilers so I was just curious to know if any of them had figured it out.” You enveloped your hand into Spencer’s free one as he drove the both of you home.

“That’s very true, maybe they’re not as good as they think they are,” Spencer brought your knuckles to his lips. “Thought about any ways of telling everyone?”

“No nothing in particular, maybe I’ll just give baby books to everyone else too,” you both smiled at the memory of you first telling Spencer.

“I have a feeling it’s going to be a girl,” you said as you pulled out the ultrasound image.

“You think?” Spencer asked whilst glancing at the picture, careful not to take his eyes off the road for too long.

“Yeah, I think we’re going to have a baby girl.”

-

Every day you were faced with a new challenge. Your body was changing and so were your hormones. There were days where you couldn’t find yourself to be any happier and there were days where the tiniest of things like losing your hairbrush almost brought you to tears. It didn’t help that Spencer was away on cases but when he was it gave you some time to take in all the changes that were about to happen.

When Spencer was home he spent his time helping you out as much as he could. You weren’t always in the best of moods from the increased headaches, the constant tiredness and with how nauseous you were feeling but Spencer was ever so patient, trying his best to comfort you- even if that meant making numerous late night trips to the grocery store to satisfy your cravings.

By week 14 you were way out of your first trimester, into the second one. You and Spencer were both busy with work and coming up with an idea on a way of telling everyone about the exciting news slipped your mind until a certain morning.

You were getting ready, slipping on a pair of trousers and a blouse that didn’t quite seem to fit anymore. Your focus shifted to your bump that was starting to finally show.

Triumphantly you marched into the kitchen, overjoyed with what you had seen, “Spence look!” You beamed.

Your husbands head was buried in yet another baby book- this one giving you the best tips on how to ‘soothe a crying baby’.

“What love?” He replied, slowly dragging his eyes away from the page he was reading to your exposed stomach,

“You’re showing,” Spencer smiled lovingly, closing the book and spinning the bar stool to the side where you walked over and stood in-between his legs.

“I suppose if anybody were to see me now they’d be able to figure it out themselves..”

“Very true. How about a simple dinner tonight if we don’t get called out for a case?” Spencer proposed as he placed a gentle kiss on your bare stomach.

You smiled at the gesture, “Dinner sounds perfect. We’ll have to arrange a flight out to Vegas soon too.”

“I’m sure Hotch will spare me a weekend away, what about your family?”

“I think a phone call will have to do until they’re able to come down here,” you thought out loud.

“How are you feeling?” Spencer asked as he followed you back into the bedroom so you could finish getting ready.  

How are you feeling was a question that slipped out of Spencer multiple times a day. He always wanted to make sure that you were okay, making it his mission to make you feel comfortable during the first few weeks of your pregnancy. This was all just as new to him as it were to you and you appreciated the lengths he went to make you smile.

“I think my morning sickness is pretty much gone and my boobs are a lot less sore,” you said as you rummaged through draws, trying to find something that’ll fit.

“That’s great to here,” Spencer chuckled at your bluntness and you were met with a grin slapped across his face.

-

Luckily Spencer and the team didn’t have a case come up later that day which meant the plan for dinner was set. You had managed to fit into a dress that hugged your small bump that you were ever so desperate to show off. It was finally starting to settle in that you and Spencer were going to be parents. There was still quite a journey ahead of you both, but the bump was a major milestone that you and Spencer couldn’t stop gushing about.

You had a certain glow on you. Your hair felt thicker and your waist was slowly disappearing, ready for the baby to grow. You felt good. Sexy even, as you admired the beauty of pregnancy.

“You look amazing,” Spencer cooed as his hands snaked around your waist from behind and sat comfortably on your bump.

“Thank you,” you hummed as you looked at him through the mirror that you were standing in front of. This was your family. Your very tiny family and you couldn’t have wished for anything more.

The ride to the small restaurant was more nerve racking than you thought it would be. Spencer’s team was an important part of his life and you knew that they wanted the best for him.

Spencer helped you out of the car and you both, hand in hand made your way into the restaurant where a young woman had shown you to the table that was filled with the familiar faces of Spencer’s team.

JJ had given you a knowing smile as she waited for the rest of the team to catch on as you and Spencer continued to approach the table.

Penelope was the first to practically shout it out as tears spilled out of her eyes. You and Spencer both were then quickly bombarded with hugs and many ‘congratulations’ from everybody at the table.

“Wait- so you knew this whole time?” Emily asked JJ as you recalled the story of you finding out to everyone else.

“I think she knew before even I did,” you laughed,

“Wow this is amazing, I’m so incredibly happy for you both and I cannot wait to see your beautiful family grow,” Emily swooned as she gave you a side hug and everybody else agreed, expressing their love and happiness for you both.

-

By week 19 it was time for your anomaly scan that you hoped would also tell you the gender of the baby. You had started to feel slight shifting and fluttering sensations in your very noticeable bump, though there were no kicks just yet.

Along with the exiting parts of pregnancy came the not so exciting parts that consisted of leg cramps and you and Spencer having to share a bed with a giant body pillow.

Spencer was conversating with the nurse as she dimmed the lights and applied a cold gel substance onto your tummy.

“Can the baby hear sounds yet?” You asked as you adjusted your shirt that was now pushed up.

“During the 18th week babies should start to hear sound, but only by week 24 they become more sensitive and might even respond to noises, though little indentations on the sides of the baby’s neck appear as the ears and continue to form on both the inside and outside as early as week 9.... Sorry.” Spencer was quick to say as he took in the shocked expression of the nurse’s face.

“No no, you go ahead dad,” she smiled “It’s great to see all the research you’ve done.”

The nurse then began explaining what you were seeing on the screen, telling you both that the baby was healthy. You were able to listen to the heartbeat and Spencer’s hand made its way into yours.

“…And it looks like you’ll be having a girl.” The middle aged woman informed you as she clicked away on her keyboard.

“Wow.. a baby girl,” Spencer whispered.

“Yup, by the looks of it a healthy baby girl,” she replied.

-

“We can now finally start to think of names,” you mused as you walked through the door into the apartment.

“You mean you’d rather pick out a name than continue to refer to our daughter as the ‘Halloween baby’?”

“Spencer you were the only one that called her that,” you stated and playfully rolled your eyes at the grin that was smacked across his face.

Since your due date was in late October, Spencer thought it would be fitting to refer to the baby as the ‘Halloween baby’- much to your annoyance, till you found out the gender.

“I’ve always liked the name Autumn,” you suggested as you grabbed a glass and filled it up with water, “And it so happens to link to the horrendous nickname you’ve given her.”

“…Autumn,” He repeated, “I like it.”

-

“Spence wake up,” you spoke softly as you nudged his shoulder.

“What’s wrong? Is it the baby?” Spencer responded almost immediately, concern clear in his voice.

“Everything's fine, give me your hand,” you asked as you lifted your oversized shirt up to reveal your stomach.

“…Can you feel her?” you questioned as you guided Spencer’s hand towards the right side of your tummy where you were feeling the soft kicks.

Spencer’s eyes lit up which told you he could.

“Hi precious,” he murmured, “You’ve been keeping your mother awake all night haven’t you?”

23 weeks in and this was the first time Spencer was able to feel the baby kick. You felt her be the most active during the night, most likely because that’s when you were the most still, but Spencer could never feel her.

“This is incredible,” he said with a slight quiver.

“Isn’t she?” you smiled and began playing with Spencer’s hair whilst his own hands were eager to continue feeling the baby’s movements.

-

By the third trimester your sleep was pretty much non existent. It was hard getting comfortable and you were becoming very forgetful. Baby Autumn on the other hand- you and Spencer both had been calling her that since your suggestion, had gotten herself into a schedule of when you’d feel her, whether it was after you ate or when Spencer read to you both.

As the weeks continued panic started to settle in. You couldn’t help but feel unprepared, it felt as though there was still so much to do.

Something that did put your mind at ease was the antenatal appointment which told you that everything was going as planned along with the antenatal classes that you attended with Spencer.

You felt as though ‘text book’ wise you were prepared; your brain was constantly occupied, whether it was by asking Spencer questions or breaking down the information you received during the classes. Knowledge wise you felt as though you couldn’t have done any more research, especially with a literal genius as your husband, but starting a family was much more than ‘text book’ knowledge and that’s what worried you.

As you got closer to your due date, your mother had decided to stay with you when Spencer was out on cases. He was reluctant to leave you, but you had insisted that there was no need for the both of you to be out of work and that you had plenty of help from everyone around you.

One thing you did miss about Spencer when he was away were his incredible massages. His hands worked magic in relieving the stress and tension, plus that was the closest thing to intimacy you both had as 80% of the time you felt breathless.

-

You were 39 weeks into your pregnancy and Spencer was on a case that was taking longer than usual. You had spoken to him as much as you could throughout the day, informing him about the light contractions you were feeling, though that was somewhat normal as your due date approached.

Towards the evening you were exchanging more frequent phone calls between Spencer and your midwife as your contractions became more noticeable and circulated around your lower back and sides.

When the contractions moved from 10 to 5 minutes apart and grew stronger you decided to head to the hospital with your mom. The journey itself wasn’t a long one but about 5 minutes in of you getting into the car you felt something wet.

“…Mom I’ve either just peed myself or my water has just broke,” you almost yelled in between breaths as the pain started again.

“It’s okay darling we’re only seconds away, just try focusing on your breathing,” your mother was trying her best to calm you down.

Your phone started ringing, the caller ID telling you that it was Penelope.

“Penelope! Tell me that Spencer is on his way home? His phone went straight to voicemail.”

“Yes he is peaches, he should be landing soon. Are you on your way to the hospital?”

“Yeah we’re almost there, we also think that her water just broke,” your mom answered for you since you were too focused on the pain.

“Oh god, I’m on my way I’ll meet you both there!” and with that Garcia hung up.

-

Time was passing excruciatingly slow as you waited for Spencer to get to the hospital. The contractions had become longer and happened more frequently as you felt the urge to push at the peak of each one.

The second Spencer came into the room immediate relief washed over you.

“Hi love, I’m sorry I couldn’t get here sooner,” Spencer comforted you as he removed his jacket and rolled up his sleeves, “How are you feeling- how dilated is she?” Spencer asked the midwife that was guiding you through this.

“Around 7 centimetres but she’s been having the urge to push during her contractions so I think we might be ready.” she calmly explained as she got everything together.

Spencer knew all the right things to say as you began pushing. His hand never left yours whilst his other free one wiped away at the sweat on your face. He encouraged you throughout the entire thing. Reminding you to breathe, telling you how great you were doing, offering you sips of water and helping sit you up when you had slipped down the bed.

There were a lot of tears as Spencer cut his daughter’s umbilical cord and passed her over to you. You both took in her features; she had soft hazel eyes after her dad and she defiantly had your nose.

“She’s beautiful,” Spencer cooed as Autumn held onto his finger, “You did so great Y/N.”

“We both did great, I love you Spence.”

-

Spencer was pretty much a natural at being a dad. Him and Autumn had become inseparable over the few weeks he had taken off work.  As each day passed you both learnt something new and your bond as a family grew stronger.

It was an early morning and one Spencer dreaded. It was time to head back to the BAU.

You were holding Autumn as you finished feeding her, gently swaying from side to side.

“Is she asleep?” Spencer asked as he stood in the doorway of the nursery.

“Just about. You ready to head back to work?” you questioned softly.

“No, you know I’m not… I don’t want to leave either of you.”

“We can take care of ourselves can’t we Autumn?” you replied in one of those annoying baby voices that you hated yourself for doing.

“Besides you’re only a call or a drive away babe- I think they’re really starting to miss you back there, I get at least two pictures a day from Morgan of your empty desk.”

“But that’s the thing I’m not always going to be a drive away.  I don’t know when a case is going to come up or even how long it’ll take…I still feel guilty for almost missing you giving birth.” Spencer said lowly.  

You sighed, “You know if it were my choice I’d want you here at all times, but I also know that that’s not realistic. If you really want to quit the BAU, or work in a different department with different hours- whatever the case may be, no pun intended, you need to do it because you want to.”

“I do want to,” he replied after a moment of silence, “This is all that I’ve ever wanted, a family. I want to watch my daughter grow up, to be there when she takes her first steps or when she says her first words. I want to be able to do that freely and to do it with you. I don’t want to take any more risks with my job that could get in the way of those things.”

“…Then I want that too Spence.”

-

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Apocalypse After (Part One)

Pairing: Michael Langdon x fem!reader

Summary: There was never any hope of saving Michael Langdon, never a chance to stop the apocalypse. The Antichrist was already too intertwined with his destiny, too far down the wrong path when the reader met him. But Mallory can go back and make things right and when the reader travels with her, an opportunity arises to try and make things right after all.

Words: 2.8K

Warning: Swearing! Character Death! (for a sec)  

A/N: I put out the feelers a bit ago asking whether anyone would be interested in this as a series and I’m so excited to have started writing it! I’m hoping to keep most of the events canon, even the parts we saw in the Alternate Timeline. This series will explore a non-Antichrist Michael, guided by the reader as they show him that there’s always another path to take. But it’s not going to be easy. My first series and I hope you all enjoy 😘

(Banner by @michael-lives-on)

It’s the welcome tingle of wind on my arms that tells me I’m back.

        I’ve done it.

        The warmth of a sunny day in LA embraces me and as I push myself into a sitting position my fingers catch in the grass. My hands drop to my stomach where my soaked dress has dried. There’s no evidence of my trip through time but my own now drying blood, covering most of my front. The stab wound in my stomach is healing quickly, becoming just a scar underneath the torn fabric and I’m lucky to have escaped with something relatively minor. But the reminder of what I’ve lost will be there long after all this is over. 

        I may never see my Michael, the one from the Outpost again.

        I can’t help but think I was never destined to have a child, to find something good and happy with Michael and for the briefest of moments I ask myself what is the point in continuing to pursue this relentless mission? Is it not better to appease whatever fate has planned and let Mallory do what she came here to do? To move on and start a new life, because whatever happens next, I know that neither Mallory and I will let the apocalypse happen a second time. By travelling back we’ve already changed things, the lives I touched even for the briefest of moments will be forever altered. If the Antichrist is destroyed, the timeline skews irrevocably and everything we do from now on could have lasting consequences.

        I don’t have the luxury of wallowing in my self-pity for long. I have a choice to make: find Mallory or find Michael? Both can’t be too far away from my current position, because Mallory’s spell has brought us to a moment where the Antichrist is at ‘his most vulnerable’. I don’t think about what she’s planning to do when she finds him, it’s an obvious answer.

        To my left is the cemetery where we laid Moira to rest, which is now in the future, meaning I’ll still find the old maid inside the Murder House, should I go there. It’s just a few houses up from where I’m standing, looking to be in slightly better condition than during my visit in 2017, but not by much. The iron gates are firmly closed, the entire house projecting to the neighborhood that it does not want to be disturbed by anyone. But the grass isn’t so dead and one of the upstairs windows is open, letting in the sweet breeze and it’s that detail that draws me back to the house.

        I catch sight of a dog walker, his poodle nosing at a flowerbed. He scans me and then points at my clothes, “You in a play?” He offers, “Halloween ain’t for couple months yet.”  

        I just run, incapable of forming a credible excuse as to why I look like I’ve been massacred. My feet pelt down the sidewalk, the Murder House looming larger as I get closer. I won’t be able to do shit all if I can’t blend in, waiting for Mallory to make her move. I reach the front gates, looking out for both targets as I go. The fact that neither of them have shown up yet is getting to me, and I fight down the sinking feeling that I might already be too late.

        I grit my teeth and the Murder House gates fly open, clanking as they ricochet from the force of my telekinesis. I run to the door, which flies open in a similar fashion to the gate and despite knowing a whole manner of things could try to kill me the moment I’m inside, I step into the house. I’m met by the sound of hurried footsteps on the stairs and then shocked faces of Ben Harmon and Tate Langdon appear. 

        Tate pushes forwards, taking note of my bloody appearance. “What happened?” He asks, “Which one of them did it?”

        “You can see us?” Ben’s more cautious, he remembers what they are.

        Tate halts, “Can you?”

        “Yes.” I say, looking between both of them. “I know who you are, I can see you and your son is in danger.”

        Both men glance at each other. Perhaps it hasn’t ever been said out loud to them before, the idea of sharing a son, that Michael belongs to both of them.

        I press on, “I need a change of clothes.”

        “Slow down,” Ben says, “You’re covered in blood.”

        “I’m not hurt.” I insist, “But I need new clothes, now.”

        I pray they just help me and don’t keeping asking questions. I don’t know how much time I’ve got. Ben surges towards me, “You can trust us, if someone in this house has hurt you, then you need to let us help you.”

        “You need to help me.” I say, “It’s not the house or anyone in it.” They aren’t convinced though, “If you don’t Michael is going to die.”

        The ghosts of the past travel across their faces. Ben’s eyes go moist with tears, Tate’s fists clench.

        “Good,” Tate hisses, “I’ve heard what he’s putting Mom through.”

        “He’s your son, Tate.” Ben reasons.

        I push past them, it’s taking too long. I run upstairs ignoring the indignant sound that come out of Tate’s mouth. The men give chase, shouting questions as I quickly locate Violet’s bedroom and fling the door open.

        Violet Harmon screams, book dropping from her hands. I pay her no mind and start ransacking her closet for clothes that’ll work. “What the fuck is going on?” She demands, as I find a pair of jeans that might fit me and seize the first shirt I can find.

        Ben and Tate stop in the doorway as I start stripping, “Jesus Christ.” Ben curses, “What is going on?”

        I turn to the men and put all my attention on Tate. With just a little influence, he starts relaxing, muscles going slack against the door. “Go and look out for Michael. You tell me the second you see him.” He follows my command at once, his own feet carrying him away to the nearest vantage point.

        Ben and Violet are motionless as I turn to Ben ready to do the same, but he starts talking before I do, “You don’t need to do that.” He says, “I don’t know what you are exactly, but we’ll help you because ironically, we do not condone murder in this house.”

        I give them a chance, not because they can do much to help me, but because technically they’re my family too. Violet’s jeans are halfway up my legs and I make quick work of pulling them up and buttoning them, “My name is Y/N. I’m a witch.”

        Violet recovers first, “Like the ones from the news?”

        “What I just did on Tate, that was magic.”

        Violet looks at me in awe. “Cool,” She says.

        Ben however, is still having trouble. He looks as if he’s working through a challenging math problem, eyebrows furrowed and mouth moving silently.

        I smirk, “You looked the same way the first time we met.” I tug down Violet’s shirt, check my scar has fully closed and make sure I look somewhat normal again in the mirror. “I don’t blame you. You were a psychiatrist, right? A man of logic and reason. Magic always befuddles you people.”

        Ben shoots me a pointed look, “I’d remember meeting a witch.”

        “Would you?”

        Violet’s grinning. It’s probably the most excitement she’s had since her death. She’s vibrating with energy, fingers clenching and unclenching. “What do you need us to do?”

        I beckon for her to follow me, “Set up the living room for a patient. If Michael’s hurt we’ll need to be ready to jump into action.”

        “Why what’s going to happen to him?” Violet asks, “What are you gonna do?”

        I check on Tate, Ben and Violet trailing after me. He’s doing his job, looking out at the house across from us. “Anything?”

        Tate shrugs. “That’s where he lives with Mom. But there’s been nothing so far.”

        I look to my three helpers, “Will you go and set up?”

        “What about you?” Ben asks.

        “I need to do this next part on my own.” I tell the trio, “Whatever happens, stay inside the house.”

        Tate scowls at me, “As if we have a choice. And I’m not doing anything till you give me some answers.”

        I level him with my best glare, “I’ll just make you do it for me then.”

        Tate barges up to me, but Violet comes to my rescue, “For god’s sake Tate, there’s a real life witch who needs our help and your son’s life is at stake.” She snaps, “So get your ass downstairs before she mind-controls you again.”

        Tate is speechless. He stares at Violet, completely stupefied.

        Realising her mistake, Violet closes her mouth and there’s a moment of awkwardness. She collects herself and then brushes past us all, disappearing downstairs. Tate glances to Ben and with a small nod of encouragement, Tate immediately follows Violet.

        Ben remains with me. He peers with me out the window for a minute and we watch the front door open. “There he is,” He says.

        Sure enough a slight, young teenager has just stepped outside. I’d recognize that floppy golden hair anywhere – my Michael, younger than I ever knew him, but he’s still alive and that’s what matters.

        I race downstairs and I’m about to open the front door again when doubt takes over, inhibiting me with my hand on the door handle. If Michael sees me, then what? I haven’t been able to plan further, not knowing where the hell Mallory is. The other occupants of the Murder House have started to come out of hiding, intrigued by the commotion I’m making, but none offer their help.

     I move to the window next to the front door and watch as Michael makes for the Murder House, right towards me. He steps out into the road and before I can do anything to stop it, a car slams into him. My scream has Violet, Tate and Ben all running to my side, their hands full of towels. I take no notice of them and yank the door open, right as the car reverses and runs Michael over again.

        I know who’s responsible and I scream her name till my vocal chords blister, “MALLORY!”

        The car stops and for a wild moment I think she’s heard me, but it’s not because of me. Constance Langdon has also stepped outside, having witnessed the collision. Dread fills me because I can’t intervene, not now. I could never save Michael while Mallory is here. The rising Supreme will not rest until he’s dead, she won’t give up, and if I save Michael now at this very moment, Mallory will not only end the son of Satan, but me too.

        I slump on the front porch, my legs giving way. The pain ricochets from where I land, but no one pays me any attention. Constance us watching the SUV, but my eyes are rooted to the torn up body lying motionless in the middle of the road.

        There’s nothing I can do.

        The car begins to accelerate again, the engine roaring as it bursts forwards for the grand finale. Mallory hits Michael for the third time with extreme force and I know it’s the deathblow. Michael rolls like a rag doll, limbs snapping and bending in all the wrong ways. The car doesn’t slow down this time, just continues to drive away as if it was never responsible in the first place.

        Hatred spirals in me, so all consuming I don’t know what to do with it. I want to incinerate that car, exact vengeance and end Mallory’s life.

        But I can’t. It won’t reverse what’s happened. Mallory is a good person. She never wanted her destiny, just as Michael never wanted his. To end her life would accomplish nothing. It wouldn’t help me feel any different.

        I watch Constance approach Michael’s body and hide myself behind the hedge. She kneels down and takes his head in her lap. Michael’s clutching at her, his mouth moving but I can’t make out what’s he’s saying.

Constance looks towards the house and I duck down so she doesn’t see me. Violet appears beside me, making me jump. “You have to help him right?” She pleads, her eyes full of tears. “You’re a witch.”

        “I don’t know how.” I admit, “I’m too late.”

        A tear makes its way down Violet’s cheek, but her expression is fire. “No, I don’t accept that.” She says, “No more death. Go over there. Heal him, bring him back, do what you have to.”

        “I can’t do anything while she’s there.” I say, keeping an eye on Constance. “I don’t know what she’ll do.”

        “She’s a bitch.” Violet says, “She’ll leave him to die.”

        “She’s his Grandma.” I reason, “She must love him?”

        But my statement comes out as question and Violet doesn’t have an answer. No, Constance was in love with the idea of raising the perfect child and when Michael turned out not to be that dream, she wanted nothing to do with him. Violet and I peer round the hedge as Constance shoves Michael off of her and heads back into the house. She doesn’t turn back, if she had she would have seen us gawping at her from the hedge.

        My mouth falls open in horror, but Violet just says, “Told you.”

        But I’m thinking about her previous words and the beginnings of an idea are swirling. I know I’m going to see him, I know what I’m going to do, and my feet carry me automatically over to Michael Langdon’s broken body.

        I’ve got to try.

        It’s so much harder than I thought it would be, as I approach him and the urge to run hits me, to not watch. He’s gurgling, crying in confusion and pain and it’s so pitiful that I’m crying again and I can’t speak as I watch him choke on his own blood. His beautiful face is marred with deep wounds, cuts crisscross over his skin and bruises have burst onto his neck and chest. He searches for someone, for anyone to help him and finally those blue eyes fall on me. Michael tries to reach for me, his voice only capable of the tiniest whimpers, but he can’t. He doesn’t have it left in him and I sink down beside him in the middle of the road.

        He scrabbles at me and I take his hands in my own, tears rolling down my cheeks as he pleads with me, voice cracking on every note.

        “Help me, please.”

        And I know what I have to do, as I reach out and brush away the blonde curls that have stuck to his forehead, matted with blood and lift his head into my lap.

        I have to let him die.

        “Please.” He begs, and maybe he is asking for me to end it. Maybe he can still sense the magic between us and it’s so hard to keep looking at him. The guilt is too much. I see the anger flitter across Michael’s face, that I would stay by his side but not help him, but he can’t hurt me anymore and I fight to keep my face neutral. He struggles with his words, “I’m sorry.” I wait for him to finish, my fingers threading through his hair. He continues to cry, fat tears rolling down his plump cheeks, still a little round with youth. They disappear into his ears, dripping onto Violet’s jeans. He’s so young as I wipe away his tears the moment they come.

        “It’ll be better soon.” I whisper, “I promise.”

        “I don’t want to go.” He presses, “You have to save me.”

        I lean down to kiss him, still so familiar even though in this lifetime we have only just met. I can feel his life-force leaving his body and Michael panics, taking in a sharp stab of pain, “I’ll be so good.” He vows, “I’ll stop. I know I can.” I grip him harder as I fight with myself and my risky, crazy choice. “Please.”

       I hush him, rocking him back and forth as much as I think he can take. “I will,” I whisper, pressing my lips to his forehead.

        Michael’s hands go slack in mine, and when I pull away I know he’s gone.

        My vision’s a blur, awash with tears, my shoulder heave at having lost him a second time. I steel myself, gripping his hands tighter in my own till my hands start to go numb. I move my lips over his own, covering his body with mine and breathe into his mouth.

“Vitalum Vitalis.”

Read Part 2 here

#apocalypse after #new series #michael langdon #ahs #american horror story #part one #ahs apocalypse #ahs murder house #michael langdon x reader #michael langdon imagine #alternate timeline #young!michael #ahs mallory #not today mallory #constance #murder house #ahs coven #ahs michael #violet harmon #tate langdon #ben harmon #my ghostly trio #violet x tate #vitalum vitalis #witch!reader #my work #tempus infinitum

[bunisbun]

I know you're not going to continue the OneShot Niko blog anytime soon, but I have to wonder a few things... Will Niko be OK, since the blog was ended? How do you wanna put it, in words, for the blog? He's back in his world, so I'm hoping he's still alive. What was the original plot for the blog?

Hmmm… well to be honest, it’s been a while so I don’t think I remember fully all that I had intended to do with that story. Also… the fact that I started that blog waaay before it got revamped and put on steam, and never played the newer version, so what I knew of the story is different.

Despite how dark I made everything, my intent was to tie up some loose ends that I had wondered about after playing the first version of the game, and ultimately have all those reach a happy end. So I can say for sure Niko would be ok no matter what if I had continued the blog. I think the idea was that even with the world he was meant to save being gone, the god(technically us/the player, but I gave them a design for the blog) was still out there… and still had a link to Niko. The issue was, that Niko couldn’t talk to them or hear them when awake, not intentionally, but sometimes heard whispers too quiet to make out, and get nasty headaches if he tried to focus on the sound. Whenever he’d sleep though, he’d experience… visions of a sort, of terrible things from the perspective of the god. Things such as the god’s world crumbling, the disaster expedited by the sun being shattered so Niko could go home, and more specifically which I drew for an ask I think… that entity manifesting and being able to harm the god in their weakened state. I believe my idea implied that the god, and other gods, weren’t completely all-powerful… that the viewer/player was something even more powerful, but was more of an invisible influence. Otherwise, wouldn’t the god have been able to save their world without needing a mortal’s help?

Haunted by these nightmare-visions, and his original goal to know the fate of the god and their world, Niko needed help from someone who knew what he’d gone through. From the start of the blog that help was mentioned, who was there before his quest, and there when he returned. I hadn’t planned them to be more than a name before an ask prompted me into the idea that Niko would have to actually meet and interact with them in an event. That’s when I made Moth.

To be honest, Moth was a fill-in character that I came up with pretty much on the fly just to have a character Niko could talk to that would know more and could help him out in the blog’s story. He was just the village’s priest, the secluded Man on the Hill… hence, me naming him ‘Moth’. (unintentionally, as he developed, his name and role lined up with my inspiration from the moth priests from the elder scrolls series) Moth ended up appearing during a sort of Halloween event that I don’t think I even planned to stretch on from the initial “haha what if I make up some phoenix-themed outfit for Niko with those bird people in mind”. I wasn’t sure about any use of magic, so I just ended up deciding that Moth would know of drinks/potions that could help just as well. To be honest, what Moth gave to Niko was just something like a fast-acting sleep potion, which would allow him to be lucid within his subconscious and without risk of waking up at an inopportune time, at least till the drink’s effects wore off.

When I started the shift into Niko’s mind, what he saw of where he was… wasn’t exactly *his* subconscious. Think of it more like… a projection of himself into a different plane? This, of course, is around when I hit a big slump, lost interest in the blog and game’s story in general, especially once it was revamped and changed and put on steam. I’m not really sure where I would have gone with it from there, just more so in not being sure what I wanted to have it lead to, what sort of obstacles Niko would face… etc. In general though, I intended for the bright white foggy place in Niko’s mind to be more of a personal plane for the god that he was able to see via his link with them. However, as he would have followed the static/noise he could hear faintly, the pure space would become more and more broken and wrong… darkness and deterioration seeping in. What Niko was meant to find… was the god, beaten down and exhausted, with the entity gloating above. He may then have gotten to see the god’s face, before waking up, or maybe suffer some dumb monologue from the entity, I don’t remember tbh… but either then or after a few further tries with Moth’s help, the plan was that he’d get to somehow save the god from the entity and bring them safely back home with him to recover… and be open for questions. From there story events probably would have been done with, and would have gone back to being a  for-fun ask blog.

I do miss it sometimes, especially when going back through the blog(like I just had to in order to make sure I didn’t forget some stuff :P ), and easily feel bad for ending it where I did, but I know ask blogs aren’t something I can keep up with, especially not right now… so thank you so much for the polite message. ;v; This was much more manageable for me to do to give it a bit of closure.

#wordies #long post #xtalongraspx #im kinda focusing on my health at the moment so #sorry all #havent drawn in months much less write or anything else #but thank u sm for such a polite ask #i think i covered everything

[darkwizardjamesmason]

Cross posting from twitter.

1. Uhh I guess since I was 13 technically, though I didn't really engage till I was like 21 outside of passive enjoyment. (Though when I was 8 I read this one Dr Seuss book where a kid imagined themselves with a tail and I was like "I want that.") 

2. when you learn about the birds and the bees at 13 you might take certain things literally. (Well not really but I hope you get what I mean.)

3. How very gay it is.

4. I guess technically when I was 6 I would make believe I was turned into a meowth. Though I didn't draw any sona stuff till I was like 21 and my sona has basically remained the same since then.

5. Current sona is a trans girl cat girl with light brown fur (The same as mine.) And red stripes with red fur on the hands and feet because it's like having socks and also based on a cat I had at the time that was siamese.

6. Basically I relate a lot to cats since I'm autistic/ADHD, a lot of things cats do I do too.

7. My main sona is based on the best parts of myself, my trickstersona is when I'm being hyper, and my angstsona is when I feeling terrible.

8. Well the problem with that is my favorite art isn't SFW but here's some of my favorite SFW I've done.

9. Probably be a dragon or some other scalie. Or maybe baphomet.

10. Are probably enjoyable to wear and also very hot.

11. They're probably good but I wouldn't enjoy going to one because I'm bad at being around people and couldn't handle the noise and would probably get super exhausted.

12. Nah, pretty much everyone I know in the fandom was already in it when I met them.

13. Paws I guess?

14. Gosh To even narrow it down would be a challenge. I guess any hyper catgirl characters for one due to me being one.

15. How furaffinity pretty much encouraged so much gross and awful stuff in the fandom.

16. Basically "james mason." was a combination of Harry Mason and James Sunderland's names from silent hill, I usually go by "Darkwizardjamesmason." Because I changed it to that one Halloween and liked it enough to keep it My twitter is because I got high rank in monster hunter.

17. I'm more wary now than when I was younger yet at the same time really enjoy being in the fandom because of being able to discover myself though it.

18. Discourage rape/pedophilia/incest/and other gross shit in the fandom.

19. When I realized I was a trans girl and didn't have to feel bad about enjoying trans characters. (Because T.E.R.F.s would spread lies about them)

20. It means freedom to be what I am.

#long post #anthro #kemono #fursona

[matrixaffiliate]

Portent

New Story! FFN and AO3 

Albus Potter is on the verge of a breakthrough, so naturally, his brothers show up.

NOT CURSED CHILD COMPLAINT but nothing I write is so no surprise there. For @thisismegz who wanted Potter brothers fun! Luv you girl! <3 One-shot. Rated T.

Portent

Albus Potter felt passionate about creating a world where wizards actually co-existed with the Muggle world rather than stick out like it's freaking Halloween. Since his father had more or less ended the war, it was far more common to see Muggle-borns maintaining their Muggle heritage through clothing and writing with pens rather than ink quills and things like that, but Al had dreams of making technology co-exist too.

His family had cell phones and computers, but at home they only worked in a special room in their house set up to keep the magic away. And Al's dad had put up a lot of amazing wards to make sure it would also be safe from the crazies who thought only Harry Potter cared about stopping toxic Pureblood thinking. Al practically lived in that room. Except when he was experimenting - that he did in his bedroom. He broke two cell phones experimenting to try and make them work with magic simply in the air around them before his mum had put her foot down. After that, Al started buying old used phones, tablets, and computers to experiment with and find a solution. But nothing seemed to work.

After graduating from Hogwarts, he badgered Aunt Hermione into helping him get into a Muggle university, and now that he was three years into studying how Muggles made everything work, he was really starting to feel like he was close to figuring out how to make Muggle technology work within the magical world. Al was all set up for an experiment that would put his newest idea to the test.

So naturally, his brothers showed up.

"What are you doing here?" Al glared at the two as they walked through his fireplace. "I have Muggles over from class all the time!"

"Teddy's an Auror," Jamie shrugged, "he can Obliviate them and no one but the three of us would know."

"Don't stress Al," Teddy grinned as he shoved Jamie's shoulder. "Ginny mentioned that you were usually free about now."

Leave it to his mum.

Al rolled his eyes. He'd created this time for experimenting and thus couldn't have his Muggle friends around. So when his mum had asked for a time she could drop by, he told her Thursday mornings were always open to her. Apparently, he had needed to emphasize that last part, because he certainly hadn't meant his brothers could drop in unannounced.

"What do you need? I'm in the middle of something." Al looked over at his bedroom where he kept everything. That way if any of his mates didn't buy his story of sleeping till noon on Thursday mornings he'd be able to close off his experiments – and his wand.

Jamie's eyes got huge though and he smirked in a way Al hadn't seen very often since Al's first year at Hogwarts. Al braced, that year had nearly derailed them; Teddy's letters were the only reason they sorted themselves out.

"What's her name, Al?"

Al blinked, then groaned as comprehension set in.

"Jamie, let me introduce you to my latest obsession," Al opened the door to his bedroom and winked at Teddy.

It was Jamie's turn to blink.

"He's experimenting, James," Teddy said with a teasing condescension.

"Thank you, Edward," Jamie put on a posh accent and bowed deeply to Teddy before flipping him off.

Merlin, Al had missed these two!

"If you want you can see what I'm doing." Al tried to keep the hope out of his voice.

Jamie and Teddy had usually pointed out the roadblocks of this path to him. They never really got it, both accepting the status quo of living in the magical world and finding parts of the Muggle world to visit from time to time. Or like the Potter's and most of the Weasley's, having a "Muggle room," as Aunt Hermione had dubbed it. But Al wanted more. Al didn't want to accept the status quo, he wanted to take away excuses for Muggle-borns losing their heritage, and the wizarding world not marrying Muggles very often. Al wanted to change their world, and he was starting with WiFi.

To his great surprise, Jamie marched right into his bedroom and sat on Al's unmade bed when an encouraging smile. "Show me what you got."

Teddy joined Jamie and Al waited for the cynical or pessimistic remark but none came. So he sat at his desk and picked up his wand. His testing was simply to keep the magic and the WiFi in the same airspace without the magic frying the router. His stacks of routers were piling up in his extendable charmed duffle bag under his bed though because magic was just so ridiculously erratic.

But today, Al had an idea.

WiFi traveled in nice predictable waves, whereas magic practically crackled everywhere it was harnessed. Al was trying to see if he could somehow control where around him the magic was pulled from, avoiding the imaginary waves he was drawing in his head. Yes, WiFi was traveling everywhere, but Al wanted to try pulling magic from the quantum level, in between these wonderful waves that connected him to everyone in the Muggle world.

Al's wand firmly in his hand, he took a deep breath and visualized what he was hoping to accomplish. He'd never tried to pull magic from specific tiny points in between the mesh of WiFi the router was broadcasting around him, but he was determined to try.

Al could feel the sweat starting to form on his brow as he watched the blinking LEDs on the router. If they went out, he knew he'd failed. His wand shook, both from the grip he had on it and from the immensely slow trickle of magic the seeped to it. It felt like time had stopped as Al kept pulling magic from pinpoints around him, but each tiny molecule of magic that he pulled kept the LEDs blinking, so he kept going. Finally, after an eternity and just barely enough magic, Al braced himself for the part that would tell him if he was on to something. He let a puff of red smoke escape his wand.

And the LEDs kept blinking.

Al stared a moment before jumping up out of his chair, knocking it to the floor, and whooping like Gryffindor just won the Quidditch cup. It wasn't until he turned around that he remembered he had an audience.

"It worked!" Al shouted at his brothers, who nodded but looked baffled. Al didn't care, he didn't want to have to explain what he had just done, right now he wanted to bask in the glow of that router's blinking LED lights.

"I vote we celebrate whatever just happened with breakfast," Teddy chuckled as Al grinned down at the still functioning router.

"Sounds amazing," Jamie agreed, jumping to his feet. "Great work, mate, you can explain what happened while we eat."

"My treat, lads," Al slid his wand into it's hidden holster, "I know just the spot."

It wasn't hard for Al to choose where to celebrate, because it was where he always went Thursdays after he was done experimenting. It was a small place, more like a hole in the wall that only served breakfast and lunch, with a long counter and only five small tables. It wasn't much but Al loved the food, and he rather enjoyed the company of the server that ran the counter on Thursdays as well.

"Al," Ellie grinned when he walked in, "I'll be right with you."

She hoisted her tray over her shoulder and went to the furthest table from the door.

Al ignored the look Jamie and Teddy shared and took his usual seat at the counter, gesturing for them to follow suit.

Ellie returned, mahogany hair not falling from her pinned back bun like it normally did when he showed up closer to lunch.

"Today was good," she leaned over the counter, her Canadian accent making him grin all the more.

"Yeah, really good," Al let himself enjoy their easiness for a moment longer before throwing in his two wild cards.

"Teddy, Jamie, this is Ellie. Ellie, these are my older brothers."

Ellie smiled, "Nice to meet you both, I would shake your hands but my boss would make me wash them and then lecture me about wasting time chatting up customers."

"Looks like you've already chatted up Al here," Jamie grinned.

Ellie's smile was easy as she winked at Al. "He's kind of cute, don't you think?"

"Where are you from, if you don't mind my asking?" Teddy asked. His eyes were calculating in that way Al had come to associate with his dad. Something about being an Auror was sure to be the cause.

"St. John's, Canada," she said it with a note of pride that made Al want to start her in on her stories about growing up on Newfoundland island.

But Teddy was playing Auror.

"What brings you here?"

"University," she shrugged. "I wanted to see the world but I only speak English and some French so I decided to start small."

Teddy grinned, "I should try and practice my French with you."

"No you shouldn't," Al shook his head, "you should order so Ellie can keep her job. You have a wife for your French practice."

Jamie made a cat call and Teddy shoved him off his stool while Al rolled his eyes before winking at Ellie.

"The usual, right?" She pulled out her pad and pen and began writing. "What about you two?"

Teddy and Jamie quickly looked up at the board above the counter where the menu was scrawled in scratchy handwriting before ordering. She winked at Al again before moving to turn in their orders to the cook.

"So," Jamie looked at Al, his eyebrows hidden in the signature messy Potter hair as he raised them in question.

Al grinned but said nothing.

"Ellie seems nice," Teddy tried.

Al nodded and sipped his water. This was fun. The last time he'd been into a girl and his brothers found out was Hogwarts and Jamie and Teddy had been able to ruffle his feathers with a wrong look. But that was nearly four years ago, and Al was far more confident now than he had been then.

It didn't hurt he was still riding the adrenaline rush from his successful experiment. The possibilities were too exciting to let his brothers dampen his mood.

"Okay kid brother," Jamie poked his arm, reaching around Teddy to do so, "spill about Ellie!"

"She's the Thursday waitress," Al shrugged.

"And," Jamie prompted, his eyebrows finally coming down from their hiding spot under his hair. Al chuckled. Allie complained about Jamie's ability to hide his eyebrows behind his hair, something about it making him irresistible - that had signaled the point where Al had stopped listening.

"And she and I talk on Thursdays when I come here after my experimenting." Al shrugged again, loving the way Jamie and Teddy shared a long look.

"Okay," Teddy drew the word out longer than normal before switching gears, "why don't you tell us what happened in your experiment this morning?"

Al went into an excited explanation about what had happened and the implications of it. Jamie and Teddy were even engaged while he rambled, asking questions and pushing for deeper understanding about different parts of the big picture Al saw every time he closed his eyes.

When Ellie came with their food he jumped as she set the plates down.

"I want to hear all about it," she smiled at him and leaned across the counter, "but they're short a cook back there so I'm trying to help out. Can I swing by after classes tonight?"

Al reached out and tucked a stay stand of hair behind her ear. "I'd love that."

Ellie's cheeks went crimson and Al resisted the urge to kiss her. She bit her lip before smiling at his brothers.

"Enjoy," and she winked at Al and then went to check on the other patrons.

"She knows where you live?" Teddy asked in the same way Al assumed undercover Aurors talked to each other.

"She does," he shrugged and cut into his omelet.

"Has she stopped by often?" Jamie's voice was low but he was watching Ellie as he asked.

"Frequently," Al nodded, trying to keep the grin on his face from going goofy.

In stark contrast, Teddy's face went serious. "Al, have you thought through this. I'm sure she's great, but do you think she'll be alright with you being a wizard? That's a lot for someone to handle, are you really thinking about how this could affect her?"

Al stared at his brother like he'd grown two heads, "Dad needs to demote you."

"Al, I'm not saying I disapprove, I'm just saying you need to think about her. She deserves that."

Al wanted to throw his plate at him, "You honestly don't see it?"

"Do you love her? Because if you even think that you do then you need to say something to her." Teddy's voice was as hard as his stare.

Al was flabbergasted, "Jamie, tell me you see it?"

Jamie sighed but shook his head. "Teddy's right, Al. If you really feel for her, you have to put all your cards on the table."

Al couldn't believe it. He knew his brothers were sometimes oblivious, but this was unbelievable.

"Teddy, look at her hair," Al gestured towards where Ellie stood at the other end of the counter, "and tell me you see it."

Teddy's eyes hardened and he didn't look at Ellie. "I'll get Ginny involved, Al."

Al shook his head and huffed, "Sort of hard to have that discussion you're talking about when it isn't relevant." He stabbed his omelet hard. They were so dumb sometimes!

"Of course it's relevant, Al," Jamie defended, but Al held up his hand.

"Stop, give me a second," he stood and walked over to where Ellie was to whisper in her ear. She laughed and placed a kiss on his cheek. Then she followed him back to where his brothers sat.

"I want you both to know you'll never live this down," she grinned before pulling the stick that had been holding her bun in place out and placing it on the counter.

Al grinned, Ellie's wand was so beautifully crafted it was art. It was also why she got away with wearing it as a hair accessory.

Teddy and Jamie started at it before looking up to stare at her.

"Now I've got work to do," Ellie picked her wand back up and twisted it back into her hair, "but please know that I'm totally calling home about this." She kissed Al full on the mouth before heading back into the kitchen.

"Satisfied?" Al asked with a smug smile as he dug into his omelet. It suddenly tasted so much better than it had a moment ago.

Teddy and Jamie exchanged a long look.

"Dad really should demote you," Jamie finally shrugged before cursing as Teddy pushed him off the stool again.

Al chuckled. His brothers showing up had been unexpected, but he was definitely glad they had now. Ellie would laugh her tail off about this with him after their classes, and he couldn't wait to hear that sound.

#next generation #harry potter fanfiction #albus severus potter #james sirius potter #teddy lupin #merging muggle technology and magic #family fluff #family fun #brothers can be annoying but lovable too