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forrests-waterfall · 3 years

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Hello ! I’d like to request a CG Technoblade and little Tommy 3-5 , if that’s okay! (No pressure to do it :) )

Maybe Tommy is sick and him and tech are home and he wants attention, hes not little at first but he is grumpy and all shouty and being big man Tommy because he’s sick and angry about it but he’s also a bit out of it and can’t do things on his own , Tech just teases him by treating him like a kid and calling him a big baby and saying stuff like “aww is the baby grumpy” giving him head pats not letting him do stuff because “he’s a grumpy baby” and he needs help to do it n because of this Tommy ends up slipping and asking for “techie” and techno ends up full on looking after him , tucking him in , giving him a sippy , medicine (yuck) , a stuffie maybe, if ur okay w pet names could I suggest little one and piglet

Although please have as much creative liberty (think that’s the right word) with it because I think it’ll be more fun that way!

Anyway thank you so much if you do write this up but if not that’s also totally okay! Have a good week !

Little!Tommy and CG!Technoblade

A / N ;; This is so cute!!! I tried to write it according to DSMP!Techno’s house so hopefully this sounds a bit right! (Also sorry if it’s weirdly written, I’m still getting used to writing oneshots again as I took a long break ^^;;. It’s also kinda short so, apologies!! Also author doesn’t know how to write the skipping process pfft. And sorry if this is kind of, yucky bad pfft)

CW ;; Mentions of being sick

Etc ;; Not proof read

Tommy felt awful, to say the least.

He had woken up in a sweat from being over heated, his eyes itched, and his nose was all clogged up. The teen had tried to ignore it and go back into his somewhat peaceful sleep but, it hadn't worked. His mind couldn't help but focus on the new found sickness he had been experiencing.

Acknowledging the fact he couldn't go back to bed, he pushed the remaining covers he had on, onto the floor. He stretched his arms behind his back, more or less stalling him getting out of his comfortable bed. Groaning, he rubbed his right eye and pushed himself up.

Thinking of what to do, he decided on bothering Techno. He wouldn’t admit but Techno made him feel better whenever he was sick or upset. Whether it was by making stupid sarcastic jokes or just a comforting silence, the hybrid always made the teen feel some type of comfort.

Tommy climbed up the latter, with each step a squeaking noise made sure to alert the other person in the house that someone was climbing up or down. That always bothered Tommy, but he didn’t care enough to fix the annoying sound. Or figure out how for that matter.

Once to the level he wanted, the teen hopped off the wooden structure and onto the floor.

Techno looked up as the other’s shoes made a sound against the floorboards. “Hullo” The hybrid greeted the other, then continued on working with his brewing stand. Tommy let out a quick exhale as a soft laugh at the other’s usual greeting.

“Hey big man” the blonde’s voice obviously sounded exhausted, which was very different from his normal tone. The piglin hybrid noticed but decided not to question it at first. Maybe the other was just tired.

Tommy walked over to the older and looked at the potions he was working on. “Workin on some nerd shit again?” Techno plopped a spider eye into a bit of liquid. “Nerd stuff that you tend to use—which is why I’m making more in the first place- yes” he placed the glass bottle underneath a set of tubes that would put another substance into the mixture.

The teen rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms, he didn’t really like the feeling of them being by his side all the time.

Silence went over the two, Techno focusing on his potions and Tommy watching him. This tended to happen a lot when the two were home alone. Thought it wasn’t always a bad thing, neither really minded the quiet. At least Tommy didn’t sometimes.

The hybrid was still thinking about how calm Tommy was being, or how tired he sounded. It was out of character for the teen. Though maybe he was just overthinking it. Doesn’t mean he wasn’t still curious about it.

“You alright? You seem err-tired to say the least” he finally questioned, not sure if he’d get an actual answer or just Tommy yelling about how he was fine. “I’m fine, I’m a-“ at very bad timing, Tommy proceeded to let out a couple coughs into his elbow.

The older stopped messing with the potions and raised an eyebrow. “You seemed to have sold yourself out there-“ “my throat just felt weird!” The teen tried to refute against the hybrid, though didn’t work as he went into a small fit of coughing once more.

“Yeah, you don’t seem very ‘fine’” Techno air quoted with his fingers. “I am!!” The other crossed his arms again, stepping away from Techno.

Tommy huffed as he sat on top of a wooden desk where a couple of old books sat. “Shut up” “I didn’t say anything, T-“ “you thought something!” Techno decided it would be pointless to continue the back and forth.

“You’re being very grumpy for someone that’s okay” The blonde let out a small “Tch” as he looked away from the hybrid.

Techno was and wasn’t one for teasing others, but he saw the opportunity and decided to take it. “You’re being such a grumpy baby, Toms” he stated as he ruffled the teen’s hair. Tommy shook his head after Techno took his hand away.

The blonde felt himself slipping into his headspace at such a short sentence. The nickname that the hybrid used made Tommy feel small, and Techno was somewhat aware of that. Techno knew the other hadn’t regressed in a couple days (to his knowledge) and figured this would help. Especially since Tommy felt sick.

“‘M not!” Tommy argued as he stuck his tongue out at Techno. The hybrid let out a small chuckle, “awww, Is the baby grumpy?” Techno moved some of Tommy’s bangs away from his eyes, he could tell they were bothering the younger.

Tommy, now fully in his headspace let out a small sigh. He stuck his arms out and made grabby hands towards the taller. “Techie” techno smiled at the nickname the little gave him, “you want me to carry you?” Techno could care less if the other was sick, it was just them two. Plus he didn’t get sick much anyway.

The blonde gave a simple nod, with that Techno picked him up and place him on the side of his waist. Tommy laid his head against the hybrid’s shoulder, once Techno knew Tommy was comfortable and safe, he climbed down the latter.

The piglin had to make sure 𝖳𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗒 was securely on him with each step, as he didn’t want Tommy to wiggle out and fall.

“Alright piglet, I’m gonna set you on your bed okay? Then I have to leave to get some stuff, but I’ll be right back” Tommy nodded, “okay Techie”

The hybrid placed the younger onto his bed and put the covers over his legs, not knowing if he would be too over heated.

He placed his hand on Tommy’s forehead to see if he was hot, sighing he took his hand away. He was kind of hot but, not too bad.

Techno left to get some stuff from upstairs and came back rather quickly. He balanced a sippy cup, two different drinks, and some red medicine he found in a cabinet.

“Do you want milk or juice, little one?” Tommy pointed at the Apple juice carton as Techno nodded. He put the stuff down and screwed off the cap of the sippy cup, immediately pouring the liquid into tie empty bottle.

He put the lid back on and handed it to Tommy. “Don’t drink that yet, I know you’re going to hate it but you have to take medicine. And I want you to have something to wash it down with” the little pouted, Tommy hated medicine, big or little.

Techno poured the medicine into a small plastic cup that had small markings of measurements on it. When there was enough he put the medicine down and handed the small clear cup to the other. Tommy refused to take it, why would he want to drink something gross?

“Yuck” “I know I know. How about this” Techno began an offer, “if you take this, we can watch whatever movie you want tomorrow while eating snacks you want” Tommy seemed to think about it for a second, before he nodded excitedly. He took the medicine and quickly swallowed the nasty substance.

He proceeded to drink his apple juice to get rid of the awful taste that was in his mouth. The medicine Techno had tasted horrible.

“Good job piglet. Thank you for taking the medicine” the hybrid ruffled with Tommy’s hair like earlier, messing it up a bit. Techno did a quick look around of Tommy’s room before asking, “do you know where your stuffie is?”

The little pointed towards a chest he had in the corner of his room, “is in there. Made him his own bed w’th blankets” he smiled, seeming proud of himself. “Well why don’t we take him out for a bit? I’m sure he’ll wanna see you”

Tommy agreed as the other opened the chest and took the black and white cow stuffie out. It was one of Tommy’s favorite stuffies, he fed it, talked to it, and basically did everything with it. So if anything would make Tommy feel better, it’d be this.

Techno handed the stuffie over to the blonde as he took it in his hands and hugged it. “T’ank you!” Techno returned a soft smile, “alright well, I’m going to go back upstairs. Call me if you-“ “noo!” Tommy pouted.

He wanted Techno to stay. The other made him feel better and forget about whatever sickness he picked up. If he left, then Tommy would feel awful if he was left alone.

“You want me to stay?” Techno raised an eyebrow, usually Tommy was okay if the hybrid had to go do some work for a bit. Though right now, Tommy felt quite the opposite. “Stay, p’ease” he hugged onto his cow stuffie tighter as he looked at the other.

“Fine fine, I’ll stay piglet. If you promise to go to sleep” Tommy agreed and Techno got underneath the blankets along with the little. Techno ran his fingers softly through the blondes hair. He was aware of how much this calmed Tommy down, Tommy would ask and ask for Techno to play with his hair when he was little. It was oddly comforting to the other.

“Night night, little one”

“Ni Ni, Techie”

#agh I can’t end or start stories with of crapp #also idek if I used the word refuted right ahh #tag as ship and i steal your bones #where did that tag come fRKM #FROM #age regression #agere #dream smp #mcyt #mcyt age regression #mcyt agere #dream smp age regression #dream smp agere #sfw agere #Little Tommy #CG Technoblade #techno

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rohad93 · 4 years

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Moonlit Masquerade: ch 3

Also on Ao3

She was exhausted.

Which is what happens when you don’t sleep, like, at all.

Luz could barely keep her eyes open during her bard classes. If it weren’t for the constant loud noises and music that was often blaring from the hallway that housed the bard track students she probably would have passed out long before lunch.

She sighed tiredly as she picked at her lunch, she’s been so preoccupied trying to just get herself moving this morning she’d completely forgotten to pack her lunch today and had to get something from the school cafeteria.

Not that whatever it was they had slopped on her tray was really doing it for her nonexistent appetite anyway.

The fact that whatever it was, was looking back at her did not help. She shoved the tray away with a frown.

Gus and Willow shared a concerned look from their side of the table. Gus shrugged and Willow looked back at their usually energetic friend.

“You okay, Luz?” she asked tentatively.

“Huh?” Luz looked up, blinking tiredly. “Oh, yeah, I’m fine, I just didn’t sleep much last night is all.” She smiled, but it took noticeable effort and she knew right away that Willow wasn’t buying it.

“Makes sense,” Gus answered before the plant witch could say anything. The small smile that crawled on Luz’s face was genuine as she looked at her friends. Bless Gus.

She knew Willow wasn’t so easily fooled but luckily she didn’t have plant track until tomorrow. Hopefully, she’d get some sleep tonight and not look quite so much like something Hooty had hacked up.

She wanted to talk to her friends, she really did, but she didn’t know what to say, she wasn’t even entirely sure what was wrong.

She’d laid in bed last night staring up at the ceiling, trying to figure out why she suddenly couldn’t keep Amity Blight off her brain. The way she smiled or laughed, gold eyes lighting up with the acts. The thoughts made her stomach twist and flip like she’d drank a glass of milk.

Before she knew it the sun had started streaming in through her window and it was time for school.

She managed to avoid Amity by waiting till after the bell had rung to go into the building, she’d been late to her first class but sometimes you just had to make sacrifices.

Lunch ended and she hurried off to her oracle classes with a brief goodbye to her friends, Willow giving her a look that Luz deliberately ignored. She knew she was only worried about her but she really didn’t wanna talk about it right now, what would she say?

‘Sorry, I’m just tired because I didn’t sleep, I was too busy freaking out about the fact that I couldn’t stop thinking about Amity all night.’ Yeah, she couldn’t even begin to guess how Willow and Gus would react to that.

The rest of her day passed in a sleepy haze, at one point she must have fallen asleep, because the next thing she knew the screaming of the bell made her jerk out of her seat and topple to the floor in a groggy heap.

Perfect

She picked herself up and gathered her things before slowly making her way toward the front of the school. Her mind was blank save for the quiet, sleep deprived induced white noise that filled her head, like the static on one of the broken TV’s Eda would try to sell at the market.

She was too tired to even think about Amity right now, all she could think about was her bed.

“Hey, Luz.”

She jerked, the static vanished from her mind as she turned toward the familiar voice calling her name, stomach doing somersaults.

Amity was walking down the front steps toward her, books cradled in her arms and a small smile pulling at her lips.

“Oh, h-hey Amity!” She smiled nervously as the youngest Blight stopped in front of her.

“I didn’t see you this morning, I must have missed you.”

“Oh, I uh, was late.” she shrugged nervously, playing with the strap of her bag, eyes looking anywhere but at her as she felt her face heating up against her will.

The look on Amity’s face turned concerned as she really took in Luz’s appearance. Her face seemed to sag and the area beneath her eyes was heavy with shadow as though she hadn’t slept in days, those normally bright, brown eyes were dull and hazy.

“Are you okay? You don’t look well.” The concern in her tone was palpable and it made Luz’s stomach twist up in knots. She frowned, still not able to meet her friend’s gaze.

“Actually, no, I’m not feeling very good, I gotta go!” She turned and bolted, if Amity called after her she didn’t hear as she ran straight for the owl house.

“Luz is home!” Hooty screeched, the door swinging open for her.

“Thanks Hooty…,” she mumbled quietly as she walked through the empty living room. She dropped her bag on the floor and flung herself face down onto the couch before letting out a frustrated yell into the cushions.

“Oh, your home, how was school, kid?” Eda’s head poked out of the kitchen to look at the ruckus in the living room.

Again Luz groaned into the couch before sitting up to look at her mentor. Dual colored eyes blinked.

“Yowza, what’s the matter with you?” she asked, walking into the room the second she saw Luz’s face.

“That’s the problem, I don’t know!” She flung her hands out, exasperated as Eda sat next to her. “I was up all night and I couldn’t focus all day, I couldn’t stop thinking about her!"

"Her? Her who?"

Luz blinked, face reddening as she realized what she had just said, her eyes slid to Eda who was looking at her expectantly.

"Uh…” she bit her lip.

“Is some kid picking on you, do we need to feed someone to Hooty?” the owl lady asked with a frown.

“No, no… we don’t need to feed anyone to Hooty.” Luz shook her head. “I didn’t sleep at all last night…I…” she glanced up at Eda who was looking at her encouragingly.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about Amity,” she admitted, fiddling with her fingers.

“What do you mean, thinking about her how?” Eda scratched the back of her head, frowning.

If possible Luz’s already flushed face turned even redder at the prospect of saying it out loud.

“Like… how smart and cool she is! She’s so good at magic and grudgeby and she’s so pretty…” She was cut off by Eda’s burst of laughter. Luz looked at her mentor, red faced as Eda threw her head back and howled with laughter.

“What’s so funny!?” she demanded.

“What is all the racquet in here?” Lilith asked as she stood in the entrance to the kitchen, a tea cup in hand as she looked curiously at them.

“Luz here has it bad for the tiniest Blight,” Eda managed to snort between laughter.

“Oh?” Lillith cocked a brow as her gaze turned to Luz, looking mildly amused.

“It? What It?!”

“Kid, I knew you could be a little hard headed but come on,” Eda chuckled, wiping away the tears that had gathered in the corner of her eyes. “You have a crush on Amity, it happens.” Eda smiled at her apprentice, reaching out to ruffle her hair.

“A crush!? We’re friends, I don’t have a crush! ” Luz jumped up like she’d been scalded, face hot as she looked wildly between both sisters who were looking at her with mild amusement.

“You didn’t sleep all night because you were thinking about how smart she was…” Eda stood from the couch and set both hands on her hips.

“Well…” Luz hummed.

“How cool she is…” Eda went on.

“She…” Luz yelped.

“And how pretty she is.” Eda smirked, leaning forward.

“I…” Luz wheezed.

“Perhaps even, being around her makes you nervous, excited, flushed?” Lilith asked before taking a sip of her tea, but never took her eyes off Luz over the rim of her cup.

At the suggestion Luz’s face did in fact flush.

Her brain was zipping with lightning paced thoughts as she thought about her interactions with Amity.

Amity helping her with her homework in class, laughing as she ate lunch with her, Gus and Willow… saving her from being sliced in half in grudgby… Grom!

Despite the fight with the horrible fear monster she looked so happy and pretty as they danced…

Luz’s eyes widened as her face turned impossibly crimson.

“Here it comes…” Eda grinned, waiting for the incoming explosion.

“Oh crammity, I have a crush on Amity!” She slapped her hands against the sides of her face, looking horrified at the sudden realization.

“There it is!” Eda draped an arm over her apprentice’s shoulder and tugged her in close. “Ah, young love, I remember it like it was yesterday,” the witch sighed wistfully, eyes starting into the distance as she seemed to be remembering something.

“Love?!” Luz yelped.

Lilith rolled her eyes as she watched Eda squeeze the shaken human.

“Edalyn, you’re scaring her…,” Lilith drawled.

“Hmm?” She glanced down at Luz who seemed to be on the verge of hyperventilating. “Oh, right,” she mumbled. “Hey, don’t sweat it, kid, it��s just a little crush…well, maybe a big crush…,” she chuckled, seeing just how red the girl was.

“I-I can’t have a crush on Amity, we’re friends!” she insisted.

“That’s how it starts…” Eda nodded her head knowingly. “You start as friends and then you know you got things in common."

"Who dares disturb the king of demons!? What’s going on here?” King stomped into the room.

“Luz is having a teenage crisis,” Eda supplied.

“Meh…” King didn’t look impressed before heading up the stairs.

“What am I gonna do?” Luz drug her hands through her hair anxiously.

“Well, based on my previous experience, the way I see it you have two options.” Eda held up two fingers.

“Which are?” Luz looked at the older witch hopefully

“You can run away and start a new life, maybe on the knee, or we can get rid of her..” she offered.

“What, no! Neither!" she shouted.

“Edalyn!” Lilith scolded at the same time.

“What? She said she couldn’t have a crush!” She held up a hand.

“I just mean…I…” Luz wasn’t sure what she meant, but she definitely wasn’t going to run way from Amity and she really didn’t want anyone ‘getting rid of her’. “I just don’t know what to do…”

“You could pursue it,” Lillith offered with a quirk of her brow as though it were the most obvious answer.

Luz seized up at the suggestion.

“I guess she could do that too.” Eda shrugged. “If you’re into that kind of thing.” she scratched her nose and Lillith rolled her eyes.

“I uh, think I’m just gonna go lay down…,” Luz mumbled tiredly, her exhaustion from the day hitting her like a freight train all of a sudden.

“Sure, kid.” Eda patted her shoulder, looking down at her apprentice sympathetically. She watched the girl climb the stairs and listened for the shutting of her door before she shook her head with a chuckle. “This is gonna be interesting…,” she said with a shake of her head.

“How so?” Lilith cocked a brow at her sister.

“Cause that girl already had it bad for Luz for weeks now,” she said like it was the most obvious thing in all the Boiling Isles as she walked back into the kitchen, Lilith trailing behind her.

“Why didn’t you tell her that?” she frowned as Eda shook her head, going back to the bubbling green pot of goo she had been mixing before Luz got home.

“Naw, they need to figure it out on their own. That kid is braver than most people I know, now that she’s clued in on her feelings maybe they’ll get somewhere; otherwise this is gonna be painful to watch.” She frowned.

Upstairs Luz had dropped onto her sleeping bag with a sigh, she could barely keep her eyes open, even as her mind was buzzing with this new realization of her crush on Amity.

She buried her face in her hands and groaned.

What was she gonna do? She couldn’t just ‘pursue’ her, as Lillith had suggested…

Could she? Would she think it was weird?

She’d come to terms with being bi last year after a long and awkward talk with her mom, but she’d still never actually had a real crush on anyone before, heck, she didn’t even have any friends back in the human world, much less love interests.

No one wanted to even be friends with the weird girl that had ‘backup snakes’ much less date her.

She frowned up at the ceiling.

It was different here though wasn’t it? She had friends, sure she was still kind of an outcast as far as the majority of the student body was concerned, being the only human and all, but no one really thought she was weird, she had classmates who had six arms or just a giant eye for a head, she was pretty tame by comparison, in fact if she just had pointed ears no one would even look twice at her.

She needed some help.

Eda meant well but she thrived on being an outcast, and while she accepted she was always going to be on the fringes for being herself no matter what world she lived in, which she was mostly fine with, she still wanted to belong somewhere. Now that she finally had that, did she really want to risk one of those precious friendships because one of her friends was just so smart and cool and cute?

“Ughh!” She kicked her feet helplessly.

“Nghh, why are you so loud, can’t you see I’m trying to sleep?”

She jerked, turning her head to see King curled up in a pile of her clothes, one eye open to look at her, but despite his words he didn’t look annoyed at all.

“I’m just tired…,” she lied, not up for talking about this anymore right now.

The tiny demon huffed, getting up and trotting over to her. He flopped down beside her and curled into a ball at her side.

“Go to sleep then…,” he grumbled.

A small smile pulled at her lips as she ran a hand through his fur.

“Yeah…,” she mumbled, head rolling back to look at the ceiling before she closed her eyes and tried to push away all her conflicting thoughts.

Within a few minutes she was out.

~ ~ ~

Luz woke up feeling so much better than she had yesterday, though still conflicted on what to do about her crush.

At least she wouldn’t be by herself today.

On Thursday Luz had plant track classes with Willow.

She tried to act more casual and upbeat than she had at lunch yesterday, but Willow seemed to pick up on her less than chipper mood pretty quickly anyway.

“So, do you want to tell me what’s wrong?” she asked as they stood in a somewhat isolated corner of the green house carefully trimming a pair of snapping gargoyle lilies.

“What makes you think something is wrong?” Luz laughed nervously, only just jerking her fingers out of the way before one of the red flowers could snap its fanged petals around her fingers. She glared at it.

“Come on Luz, you really haven’t been yourself lately, you know you can talk to me right?” Willow asked with a smile.

Luz frowned as she snipped another dead branch of the writhing and growling demon plant with some shears.

“Of course I know…,” she finally said. “I guess, I’m just… embarrassed?” That was definitely one of the things she was feeling. Nervous, anxious, unsure?

Definitely those things too.

“It’s okay,” Willow assured her again.

Luz made a nervous humming sound as she glanced around at the other students, none close enough to really over hear them if they spoke quietly.

“I… have a crush…” she finally admitted, cheeks dusted pink. Willow’s face lit up with a bright smile.

“Aw, that’s great, Luz! That’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” her friend assured her.

“That’s not the embarrassing part…” Luz mumbled, glancing around anxiously. How did people on the Boiling isles even feel about someone having romantic feelings for someone of the same gender? She knew that it could go either way in the human world, was it like that here? Worse?

She swallowed thickly. Willow was her friend, and Willow had two dads, even if it was, she would understand.

“It’s a girl,” she admitted, testing the waters before she told Willow who it was exactly.

Willow frowned, looking at her strangely.

“Why would that be embarrassing?”

“I dunno it’s just… in the human world there are a lot of places and people that REALLY don’t like that… like… kill people because of it,” she grimaced and the shock was easy to see in the plant witch’s face.

“What, why!?”

Luz shrugged helplessly, a tinge of anger igniting in her gut, she wasn’t sure she could really explain the way different religions and politics influenced culture in her world, and even if she could it would probably take a lot longer than they had for class.

“It’s just, the way it is…” she trailed off and Willow seemed to understand that Luz couldn’t answer her question, though she still looked disturbed by this and Luz didn’t blame her.

“Well, it’s not like that here, no one cares about that stuff I guess,” she said, and Luz sagged in relief at this and Willow could tell. “You don’t need to worry about that, Luz.” She patted the other girl’s shoulder.

“That is a relief.” she nodded but paused, biting her lip. In for a penny in for a pound, that was the saying right?

“There’s one more thing…,” she trailed off, looking at Willow nervously, but she only smiled encouragingly. “It’s Amity.”

“What!?” she dropped her own shears as she stared at Luz as though she had grown another head. Luz’s faded flush burst back into life as she jerked back at Willow’s loud cry.

Willow quickly calmed herself at seeing Luz’s distress.

“Amity?” she asked, much quieter. Luz nodded, scratching the back of her head.

Somewhere in the back of her thoughts Willow thought that if Amity could hear that she would have passed out from sheer joy.

“Are you mad?” the latina asked nervously, which quickly brought Willow back to the conversation at hand, her surprise morphing into confusion.

“What, why would I be mad?” she blinked.

“I mean, I know you and Amity still don’t have the best relationship…” Luz trailed off, unsure.

Oh, trust Luz to worry about something like that.

“I’m surprised,” she admitted. “But I’m not mad, Luz. Amity and I are working things out, but that’s between us, that shouldn’t affect your relationship.”

Luz’s face flared at the word.

“That’s why you’ve been upset? You have a crush on Amity?” she asked quietly and Luz nodded.

“That… and I’m not sure what I should do about it…” She thumbed the shears in her hand.

“Well… you like her… why don’t you ask her out?” Willow suggested with a shrug. “Isn’t that what most people do?”

“I can’t just ask her out!” Luz threw out her arms, eyes wide and almost panicked looking. “We’re friends and she’s so awesome…,” she trailed off.

Amity would definitely die if she were here, Willow thought, amused.

"What kind of chance do I have?” Luz asked morosely, looking down at the floor.

Willow really wanted to tell Luz about Amity but stopped, she couldn’t.

“Well… you won’t know if you don’t try,” she finally said, smiling.

Luz blinked back at her, eyes wide.

“You… you really think I should go after Amity?” she asked quietly, glancing around at the other students in the greenhouse, but her voice was filled with disbelief that made Willow smile almost sadly at her friend.

“Yes, Luz. I think you should, I know you’re friends, but knowing Amity, she’d never not want to be friends with you, even if she didn’t return your feelings, and if she does, then you get to be more than friends.” She reached out and rested a hand on the human girl’s shoulder.

“But… what about her grom crush? There was someone she wanted to invite to grom but was too afraid to be rejected by…,” she said uncertainly.

She wanted her friends to be happy and she really wanted that for Amity, it felt selfish to try and get in the way of Amity and whoever she already had feelings for.

It took everything Willow had not to laugh. She loved Luz and the girl was much too caring and selfless, but also a little dense.

“Well, they say love is war right?”

“No one said anything about love!” Luz choked, clutching the shears, face a bright shade of scarlet that made Willow giggle.

“I just mean you have to fight for something sometimes if you really want it. You need to show Amity why she should be looking at you and not someone else. You’re funny, kind, and smart, show her.” She smiled encouragingly as she tried to hype up her unsure friend.

Luz seemed to be thinking as she fiddled with the shears in her hands anxiously before her grip on them turned solid and a look of determination settled on her face.

“You’re right!” she said, standing up straight. “I’m going to make her forget all about whoever she was going to ask to Grom.”

“Yeah!” Willow cheered her on, but internally the irony was hilarious and killing her inside simultaneously.

“I’m going to romance the heck out of her!” Luz declared, thrusting her hand, fisted around the shears into the air.

Several other students were now looking over at them strangely and Luz’s face turned red again and her hand shot back down as she hunkered over their table. Willow just smiled at her friend and shook her head, patting her on the back

She felt a little bad for Amity, knowing what was coming, because if she knew Luz, it was going to be a lot. More than the hopelessly smitten girl was probably ready for.

She really wanted to tell Luz, but she knew it wasn’t her place to tell her about Amity’s feelings. It wouldn’t be right for her to hear it from her and not Amity.

The rest of the class went by with Luz trying to hide her bright red face behind some of the plants she was supposed to be working with.

#Lumity #Luz Noceda #Amity Blight #Eda Clawthorne #lillith clawthorne #Willow Park #Gus Porter #The Owl House

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exofilialovercat · 3 years

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Azrael (Draconian boy) x Gabriela (human girl)

Welcome to my first monster love writing! It has been long since did this one, and I wanted to share this old thing than i wrote whit and online friend!

Gabriela knew things were not good between them. But she didn't wanted to believe he will choose today to break up with her.

He said the typical "I need space, I'm confused... we almost do not have time for us" . She knew it was bulshit, she knew he would probably run in the arms of a girl a lot prettier than her and probably a lot more empty brained. He avoided her like the plague in the last months and he looked every day better (More gym, more expensive clothes, you name it). Gaby ended alone in the park, with her heart broken, trying to calm her anger . I guess at least i can go for a drink . She walked into a bar and sat, decided to buy the biggest sugar coated smoothie they had.... and put some vodka on it maybe.

Azrael's head was spinning. He thought a job working as a bartender would be more glamorous than it had turned out to be in his first week. Instead of learning to elegantly craft fancy cocktails he had been forced to haul heavy kegs of beer from the cellar and to dodge crowds of rowdy drunks as best he could while running trays of food and drink to tables the senior barkeeps did not want to bother with. Today he even was sent to break up a fight that was starting up between two belligerent customers arguing over a game of darts. Thankfully Ozzie's unique appearance usually helped with things like this. Throwing himself between the two patrons, the draconian flared his wings out so they could not get to each other and roared for them to behave themselves.... Unfortunately his wings knocked into a nearby table, accidentally sending a brightly-colored frozen drink flying into the lovely young lady who had ordered it some minutes ago and spilling it all over her top.

"Oh God! I'm so sorry miss!" He stammered, swearing that the pale blue scales on his face were blushing red as he offered her a towel and prayed that it would not leave a stain.

Gaby froze when she felt the thing in almost slow motion staining all her top shirt. Oh great... can something else go bad today?... Please Gaby don't be the shitty customer that yells at the waiter... dont... . Gaby felt the hot tears filling her eyes , her face twisted in sadness and let herself cry like an idiot .

Oh no! He had made her cry! Panicking, Ozzie desperately tried to help the distraught woman clean her shirt, all the while apologizing again and again and cursing himself for being clumsy. When it became obvious that no amount of paper towels or washcloths would save her top, Azrael had a thought. "Miss, please let me make this up to you. We have a small washing machine in the back for our uniforms. Let me get you another drink and I will lend you my shirt while yours is cleaned" He offered hopefully.

"It's okay.... It's not... Thank you" she said between sobs . She tried to compose herself, at least someone was kind to her today . She followed him .

Leading her through the crowd, he took the pretty young woman to the employee lockers in the back of the house, shooting the head bartender a warning look and narrowing his eyes when she made a joking comment about him moving fast already getting a girl out of her clothes.

"Please don't mind her. Maricela has a terrible sense of humor." He said, trying to keep a very lovely image out of his head and stop his tail from unwinding from around his waist and wagging at the mental image.

Once they were in the break room Ozzie offered the girl his spare shirt from his locker, a button-down white oxford that would likely be long enough to double as a short dress on her before stepping out to let her switch clothes. "I'm Azrael, by the way. Ozzie to my friends." He called over his shoulder.

"Ozzie... I'm Gaby" she said and changed, handing him the dirty top . "Sorry for crying... i just had an horrible day, not your fault really "

"Nice to meet you Gaby." He replied with a self-conscious smile, trying to hide the pointed teeth he had inherited from his mother. "If you want, I am happy to listen to your story. Sharing your sadness with a sympathetic ear can sometimes make it better, after all."

While he was talking Azrael tossed Gaby's shirt into what was supposed to be an empty washer and closed the lid to start the machine up.

"Would you like a drink or something to eat while you wait?" He offered, smiling for her again in spite of himself.

"Well .... okay" she came for that anyway. Maybe talking (and crying) was the best way to feel better . Ordering a new strawberry milk smoothie and siping from time to time, she told him about his day . "... And Im im pretty sure he is with another girl in this instant, i'm not stupid"

He brought her a replacement drink and sat with her on the sofa in the breakroom while Gaby told her story, growing visibly more angry as she got to the part where her boyfriend as good as left her for another woman until a thin trail of smoke started trailing up from his mouth through clenched teeth. "Absolutely unforgivable! He must either be blind, an idiot, or both if he could even think of another woman when he has someone as wonderful as you!" He said vehemently, the tip of his tail smacking against the ground in anger as he spoke.

" Ozzie... you are fine? you are gonna turn the fire alarm ... " she felt amused , he was too sweet for someone so scary at first sight "Thank you , you are too sweet..."

Realizing that he was smoking, Azrael quickly took a glass of water and drank it down to stop the smoke, looking down and running one hand idly along his horns in embarrassment. "Sorry, a bad habit from my mother. I promise not to start any fires." He said with what he hoped was a playful wink. "No, thank you for talking to me even after a less than ideal introduction Gaby."

"You mom is draconian too? I think you are the first draconian I have met " she smiled at his wink. ‘Too cute and I'm such a mess....’

"Oh no, she's a full dragon. Wings, breathes fire, giant pile of gold and jewels, the whole shebang." Azrael laughed. "Dad always joked that he liked her better than the princess he was supposed to save." He added, rolling his bright gold eyes at the memory of his dad's bad jokes from when he was a kid.

"Whoa, a knight and a dragon... that's a story to tell ! " her mind tried to take her to cri again but she fighted it . Screw mister perfect she waved her troughs away.

"A knight? Oh no, he's a history professor at the local university." Ozzie laughed. "Maybe-" He was cut off by the buzzer signaling the end of the wash cycle.

"Oh, there is. !" she lamented don't having more excuses to talk to the draconian man. He had to work anyway .....

"Ah, there it is." Azrael echoed, not able to completely hide his disappointment at losing his excuse to talk to Gaby. "Hopefully the stain didn't set in." He thought aloud, reaching into the washer and pulling out a deep wine red tablecloth... wait...

"Oh no no no no no!" Ozzie cursed under his breath, looking in and seeing that whoever was supposed to hang the linens they used for the tables had left them in the machine the night before and now Gaby's shirt was completely dyed a bright pink!

"Oh God! I'm so sorry Gaby! I am such an idiot for not looking!" He cursed himself, hanging his head in shame. He just couldn't stop messing up! Now he was bound to have made a lovely lady cry again.

Gaby looked at the man and the now pink top .... and she couldn't help laugh. it was a good laugh, she had to hold her belly "Oh god, Ozzie" she laughed again "Don't worry .... " she breathed deep "You made me laugh , that's more that i can ask " she said to the mortified draconian.

If he could have, he would have curled into a ball and disappeared, but at least Gaby was laughing. A smile was so much nicer on her than tears. "At the very least let me take you shopping for a replacement." He offered hopefully. "Maybe tomorrow afternoon?"

"Oh, you don't have to... you have been too kind.... " she thinked "Well, only if i can invite you something later." She took her phone and passed it to him "And that's not discussable . Save your number! "

"Whatever you want. I'm yours... er... at your service." He stammered, smiling doubly as he keyed in his phone number and handed it back to her before offering her his to do the same. "Does noon sound alright?"

"I'm a freelancer , i can fix my schedule no problem " she smiled "Thank you Ozzie. i will give you back this tomorrow" she grabbed her things and the now pink shirt. She gave him a quick peek on the cheek "Thanks for cheering me up ! You are a great guy "

"It 's a date!"

Ozzie spent the rest of the night smiling from ear to ear, not even minding the jokes he had to endure at the hands of the other employees. As far as he cared tomorrow couldn't get here fast enough! .

#exophilia #monster boyfriend #draconian #monster writing #monster lover #my post #azrael

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cynergy-laughter · 4 years

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Meet The Family: Obey Me! One Master to Rule Them All!

Fanfic Series by: @cynergy-laughter

Featuring: (Defined MC), (Comedy, Fluff, Shipping, Angst) (PG-Rated)

Chapter 2: Eat and Sleep with the Sheep (2790 words)

Brendon sighed as he laid front side on his bed. He was trying to remember his brothers’ numbers. He remembered his mom’s number because he had memorized it when he was younger… but his brothers’ numbers… he felt so bad, cause they all could have changed numbers at this point… he sighed as he turned to his side. Suddenly, he heard a knock on his doorframe. He turned back and saw Belphie.

“Hey, Brendon… you got a minute?” Belphie asked, walking in carefully.

“If you’re coming to convince me to pick you to come with me to Kyoto, I’m not really in the mood to be persuaded by anyone or anything right now… I’m tired.” Brendon said.

“No, I wanted to apologize for having a hand in breaking your door…” Belphie frowned. “We’ll get on a replacement after the early meeting with Diavolo tomorrow.”

“Oh, so the meeting is going to be tomorrow?” Brendon asked, “I should probably get ready for bed then… you wanna join me?”

“Well, I was wondering if I could sleep in your room tonight.” Belphie said, lightly scratching at his cheek.

“You can if you want. I kind of sleep better with someone else next to me…” Brendon blushed a bit, smiling.

“What a coincidence. So do I.” Belphie smiled with a blush as well.

It was always comforting to have Belphie to nap with. Even better to sleep with, it was like Belphie was a demon dream catcher. Except he killed the terrible nightmares. After getting ready, Brendon got under the covers while Belphie followed and snuggled up to him.

Brendon has closed his eyes, feeling the exhaustion hit him like a truck, but something kept him awake.

“Hey Brendon… I had a question… I heard that Mammon got his good and bad qualities told to him earlier by you…” Belphie started.

“Mmm… yeah, I said that everyone had pros and cons when it came to me picking someone for the Kyoto trip…” Brendon turned his body to look at Belphie.

“I’m not asking you to pick now, but… I want to know mine… I want to be my best if I do get picked…” Belphie said.

Brendon was touched that he was willing to improve, which was kind of better than the other candidates.

“Well, just promise you won’t be hurt by what I’m about to say? I’m gonna start with the bad, and end with the good.” Brendon said, pulling Belphie in closer. “And don’t fall asleep, remember you asked for this information.”

Belphie chuckled. “Alright. I’ll try not to fall asleep.”

“Alright… so… you are not the best conversationalist… but more on that in the good part… umm, you are lazy, a bit possessive… actually all of you are possessive over me, and with good reason, I mean I’m in a pact with all seven of you… you have a capacity of being dangerously deceptive… you’re the kind of person who get mad at me in real life for what I did to you in a dream… you lose track of time and oversleep a lot… and sometimes you don’t know how to tone the shade and venom down...” Brendon started listing, biting his lip at how sad Belphie looked.

“I mean… I understand that… but over half of those are who I am.” Belphie looked down, “I do admit that I could stand to be a bit nicer… and I do want to spend time with you and your family… and I’ve been working on trying to be more social…”

“Yes, and I am so proud of you for that.” Brendon said, snuggling in closer. “And for the pros… you are a very good listener, and because you’re more quiet, when you have something to say people are more inclined to listen back. You’re protective, playful, and affectionate, modest, and you are not afraid to speak the truth, and shut an argument down. You’re the bravest person I know.” Brendon smiles and brushes his fingers through Belphie’s hair.

“Heh… I mean, I don’t know where that comes from… but I guess it’s because of you… you’ve helped me to become more comfortable being a bit more outspoken.” Belphie smiled, if he could, he would be purring.

Brendon blushes and chuckles a bit bashfully. “I can’t take all the credit, you changed yourself when it came down to it. I was proud of you that you were able to open up. And I’m still proud of you for being you right here, right now. You’ve come so far.”

Belphie blushed back and pouted. “Stop it… you’re embarrassing me…”

Brendon smiles and gave him a kiss. “We’ll definitely see how things go tomorrow. Are you gonna be sleeping with me tonight?”

Belphie leaned into the kiss, and nodded, but then, someone else walked in.

“Belphie, stop bothering Brendon…” Beel said, frowning.

“I’m not bothering him, he asked me to sleep with him.

“I kinda did… Thanks to all of you, I don’t like to sleep alone…” Brendon blushes slightly.

“Oh? Well, you think I could sleep with you both? I don’t like sleeping alone either.” Beel smiles hopefully.

“Sure, Belphie can take the inner side, and you can take the outer side of me. Since I know you’ll be getting up to get a midnight snack.” Brendon suggested.

Beel smiled adorable and went over to the bed, and scooted in close with his two favorite people.

Brendon sighed contentedly as he quickly fell asleep in between the twins. He felt so happy to be close to them, he forgot about his problems for the night. Until when he was dreaming, he dreamt about looking over a mountain, he took in the sight, and the beautiful scent of the waterfall view. He heard and felt someone behind him, and he felt two strong hands resting on his shoulders. The owner of the resting hands lowered his head to Brendon’s ear, and whispered something, he didn’t hear exactly what was said, but he felt anguish, and despair when the figure walked away. Brendon’s lip quivered as he lifted his leg straight out, as if to take a step, and that’s just what he did. He remembered falling down back first from where he fell, seeing day quickly turn to night, and then pitched black. There wasn’t a scream until it faded in with the pitch black nothingness, echoing in his ears and making Brendon wake up in a cold sweat. It seemed that Belphie was extra tired tonight if he didn’t catch that nightmare.

Belphie was still asleep, cuddling up to his own pillow, but Beel had just walked in from his 6am pre-breakfast snack and he briskly paced up to Brendon and his frightened being.

“Brendon? Are you alright?” Beel asked, holding Brendon’s hand.

Brendon looked at Beel, then looked on the other side of him, to Belphie, and breathed deep, grounding himself. “Yeah… I’m okay…”

Beel frowned. “Brendon… I know a nightmare fright when I see it, I’ve comforted Belphie from a nightmare before… come on, I know exactly what you need.” Beel then picked Brendon up and carried him out of the room, being careful not to wake Belphie up.

Brendon gasped and held onto Beel when he was scooped up into Beel’s arms, he tried to protest, but he felt so safe with Beel carrying him. He was very protective, and strong, two of his many pros.

Of course, Beel carried Brendon into the kitchen and set him down to sit on the island. And then Beel immediately went to the fridge and started raiding.

“Beel… if you just brought me down here to watch you raid the fridge, then I just wanna go back to-.” Brendon began, until he saw Beel giving him a small brownie.

“This brownie was enchanted to still retain fresh baked quality and comforting warmth. I’ll pour you some milk too.” Beel said, grabbing a glass from the cabinet.

“Oh… thank you…” he said, and blushed. “Did you want to share it with me?”

Beel blinked and smiled. “This is why I like you, Brendon, you are always so thoughtful.”

Brendon chuckles and looks at him. “Beel, let’s be honest, this was supposed to be your brownie, wasn’t it?”

Beel blushes. “I was saving it for a special occasion… like if I ever had a sudden craving for a brownie freshly baked… or if I felt sad… but, you need it more than I do. Plus, the enchantment goes away after the first bite anyway.”

Brendon’s heart sank, knowing he had Beel’s comfort food in his hands. He couldn’t take this and not feel horrible afterward, no matter how delicious it was. “Well, then I insist we take the first bite together!” Brendon smiles happily.

Beel’s eyes widened in surprise. “Would that count? Wouldn’t it go to the person who bit it first?”

Brendon blinked and blushed. “Well… maybe we could… Lady-and-the-Tramp it?”

Beel’s eyes widened as he gazed into Brendon’s eyes. “Are you sure? Can’t we just cut it in half?”

“Maybe, but at the same time, maybe not.” Brendon shrugged. “But, I’ve always wanted to try this out…”

Beel smiled sweetly at Brendon and got to Brendon’s level as Brendon put the brownie in his mouth, having it half in half out. Beel went in for his part of the brownie, but they had looked into each other’s eyes and blushed cutely at each other for a second. They then took their bites, enjoying their own freshly baked halves.

“This is so good! So fudgy!” Brendon felt better already from eating that.

“It was everything that I thought it was gonna be… and maybe a bit more…” Beel said, savoring it and blushing a bit at Brendon.

Brendon smiled at Beel, got off the kitchen island, and got on his tiptoes to kiss Beel. Beel blushed and kissed him back before wrapping his arms around him.

“Everything tastes better with you here, Beel…” Brendon put his arms around Beel’s back and leaned into him.

“I was just about to say that…” Beel replied with a closer cuddle. “You don’t have to tell me your nightmare if you don’t want to.” Beel added, “I just want you to know that I’m here for you if you need to talk, or for any reason.”

Brendon blushed and closed his eyes, hugging him tighter. He knew that, he knew that Beel would be there to listen to him. Brendon could trust Beel with his life; he was so loyal, so protective, and the cuddliest of the 7. And even though he would cause unrest with how much he ate, and potentially be cranky when he was too hungry, he was just as valuable of a vacation presence as the others would also be. “Thank you Beel… that makes me happy to hear you say that…”

Brendon and Beel stood in that embrace for a few more seconds until they put the milk away and started back over to Brendon’s room. It was about a two to three hour nap before breakfast, and Brendon was happy to spend it with his favorite cuddly twins.

It was Satan’s turn to make breakfast this morning, and he was happy to see that Beel didn’t do any damage to the breakfast ingredients. Satan served breakfast at 9am, and everyone had made it to the table. Beel woke Brendon up early to be down there at 8:30, they had gotten there before Lucifer. Asmo came in 5 minutes later, looking fabulous as always, Levi came trudging down behind him, mad about his teammate in the game he was playing last night. Then Mammon came in with a grouchy face but lightened up when he saw Brendon saying good morning to him. Lucifer came into the dining room at 9 on the dot and sat at the head of the table, smiling at Brendon. Finally, Belphie was bringing up the rear at 9:03, with chastation from Lucifer about being late to breakfast again.

Everyone was in their uniform as they were going to meet with Diavolo for the meeting after breakfast, which was to take place at 10:30. Brendon, of course, was to attend, which he agreed to. In the middle of breakfast, Brendon’s D.D.D. started going off.

“Brendon, you know the rules, no D.D.D.’s during meals.” Lucifer said.

“I’m sorry, I don’t usually get calls… I’ll be back, I just need to take this real quick.” Brendon said, getting up and walking out into the hall, going a bit away, so they wouldn’t be disturbed. He hit the answer call button and put it up to his ear.

“Hello?”

“Brendon… It really is you.” A relieved voice said on the other line, making Brendon gasp softly.

“D-Davey? Is that you? Forseti, is it really you?” Brendon smiles excitedly.

“Brendon, you don’t have to call us those names anymore, we aren’t living with dad.” Davey chuckled a bit. When they were younger, Brendon began nicknaming him and his brothers after different gods, to confuse his dad. It was fun to watch Dad shout to start using everyone’s real names. Davey was nicknamed Forseti, like the Norse God of Justice and Law, cause he was the eldest brother, and he was essentially the one who looked after the younger brothers, basically what he said goes, but of course, the younger brothers were always fighting the law of their brother.

“Hehe, I know, I just wanted to know if you still remembered it… gosh, how’ve you been, it’s been a while.” Brendon asked, sitting on the stairs.

“Just been working, finally got a two month vacation and we coordinated with the family to have a family vacation. You are coming to Kyoto right?”

“I really want to go… but, I want my roommates to come with me… and they don’t know if they’ll be able to… and then there’s the whole possibility of Dad going too…”

“Well I haven’t heard anything from Dad, it’s very unlikely that he’d come… I heard he’s spending his summer with his wife over in Rome. How many roommates do you have?”

“I see… umm, I have seven roommates.”

“Seven? Well, I wish I could have known that sooner… I think we have enough beds, but the estate we’ll be staying in has limited rooms… Mom will have her own room, as do you, our brothers and I… well, I can always see if there are more beds.”

“Speaking of, how did you even manage to rent a whole estate for this vacation?”

“If I tell you, it would ruin the surprise. And don’t even try it, you can’t keep a secret to save your life.” Davey chuckles a bit on the phone.

“Yeah… you’re right… hehe, so, tell me… are you excited to have fun again? Or are you gonna be working behind closed doors like last vacation I was at?”

Davey sighed and snickered slightly. “Nothing gets past you, huh Apollo?”

“I’m serious, David. This is supposed to be a vacation after all. I mean, you have been giving everything you have since middle school, you have given your company 16 years, and they can’t deal without you for a couple of months? Your team can’t be that incompetent.”

“Bren… When it comes to my experience on the grind, ten times out of nine, you have to do things yourself. I can’t stop if I want to provide for my family.”

“I know, but you can’t work yourself like a robot, even robots need maintenance. Just please, at least consider giving your team a chance to impress you.”

It was quiet over the phone for a minute. Until…

“... I’ll talk it over with my team, and I'll be conducting bi-weekly meetings to check their progress. But… I need a favor from you.”

Brendon stood up and clenched his fist. “Yes, anything!”

“Promise to me that you’ll be coming to Kyoto. After all, you are the brother who brings a rainbow of entertainment.”

Brendon blinked and blushed, “Aw that’s not true…”

“I mean, you were the one who came up with our nicknames, which led us to collectively come up with yours.”

“Oh… alright, I promise I’ll come to Kyoto. But you need to give me the address of the estate.”

“Deal, and I’ll book your flight.”

“Oh no, don’t worry about my flight… I’ll be fine with travel. Trust me…”

“Oh, alright… heh, well, you always know how to make an entrance, Brendon. I’ll definitely see you there.”

“I’ll see you there, Davey… and thank you for calling. Alright… I’ll talk to you soon. Okay, bye.” Brendon said, hanging up, and sighing. This was definitely going to be interesting…

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softsebnbuckystan · 4 years

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Sugar & Spice - 2.

Sebastian’s pov

Note : y/s = your surname

A closing door wakes me up and my first reflex is to check on y/n. She was in a really bad state last night. I wonder if she remembers crying in my bed for a whole hour. She probably doesn’t. And I guess that’s why I don’t see her lying next to me anymore. I slowly sit up and rub my eyes to get rid of the last bit of tiredness. God, I hope she doesn’t feel too bad. What if she thinks we did something last night ? I know she doesn’t want anything to do with me in that way and I respect that. She wouldn’t believe I’d ever take advantage of her drunken state now, would she ? Then why did she run away ? I sigh and decide I’ll worry about it over breakfast. I open the mini fridge and get some milk for my cereals. I don’t feel like making an effort today. I’m kinda sad that the movie is already over. At least I’ll get to see her again at the premiere, hopefully. Then we’ll have to do press together and… This is gonna be so awkward.

I’m already done eating when I notice it : it’s there, on the night stand. Her cellphone. She must’ve been really freaked out then. I smile at her clumsiness. Maybe I should text her, call her. I know she’s still with Scarlett so she’ll probably answer. Well, here goes nothing… I pick up my phone and uselessly clear my throat before I press the dial button next to Scarlett’s name. The phone rings a few times before she actually picks up.

“Hey Sebastian, what’s up ?

I exhale. I’m actually stressed about this. I know nothing happened, I was sober after all.

“Hum, not much. It’s just that y/n forgot her phone here. Is she with you ?”

“Here like in your room ?” I can tell she’s doing that suggestive thing with her eyebrows.

“Yeah, you left and I couldn’t leave her alone in that state. She insisted on coming with me so…”

“I see, you played her knight in shining armour.”

“What ? No, I-”

“Could you come over and give her back her phone ? She’s in the bathroom right now so she can’t speak.”

“Yeah, sure, let me grab a taxi real quick and I’ll be here in an hour or so.”

“Alright, see you !”

“See you !”

She’s already ended the call but I sill can’t believe the funny note in her voice. Does she think something happened between me and y/n ? Because if she does, it probably means that y/n herself thinks something happened. I mean, sure, helping her putting on one of my T-shirts might have been misleading but that was not my intention, not at all ! She was just so… Right after Scarlett left the club, Chris and Anthony followed her lead so it was just me and her. Oddly enough, I think they knew exactly what they were doing. Anyway, as soon as they left, y/n’s mood changed instantly. I’ve been working with her long enough to know she turns sad whenever she drinks a little bit too much. Thankfully, I didn’t drink at all last night so I could help her if she needed anything. And she did.

The night before

“So tell me, Sebby, when are you going home ?”

Her voice was shaking from her occasional sobbing and her smile seemed fake from all the shots she’d downed.

“Probably a few days after the premiere, why ?”

“Nothing.” She remained silent for a few seconds, looking at the people dancing in front of her.

“Do you ever regret becoming an actor ?”

Her question surprised me. I know it can be a lot of pressure sometimes, but I don’t regret doing this job. Among all the things it did for me, it allowed me to meet her.

“Do you ?”

“Every day,” she admits. “D-don’t get me wrong, I love acting. It’s just…” She’s interrupted by a hiccough. “Sorry. It’s just I can’t take it anymore. The rumours, the press… You know ? After what they said last year, I- I don’t know if I should keep doing it.”

I had no idea what to do. Usually, I’d find the right thing to say and I’d hold her hand but…but it’s her. I knew she’d probably push me away. I decided to place my hand on hers anyway. She didn’t move.

“I know it’s hard, I do. But think about what this job did for you. Not the paparazzi’s, not the rumours… You met Scarlett, Chris, Anthony,… You met me, all those years ago. Aren’t you happy about that ?”

She looked right at me, unexpectedly, and she leaned in. All I could think was that she was about to do something she’d regret in the morning. She stopped right before her nose touched mine.

“Of course I’m happy about that. You know I…” She paused.

“You what ?”

“Never mind.” She sighed and buried her face in her hands. “I’m such a mess, Seb. I- I don’t know how to get out of here.”

“You’re still thinking about what happened last year, huh ?”

She nodded. Of course she was. Those reporters had twisted everything she had said, making her look like a horrible person, which she definitely wasn’t. Her reputation had been dragged and she’d never allowed anyone to see her after that, except for me and Scarlett. We’d had a hard time convincing her to come back for The Winter Soldier. But she was strong, wasn’t she ? She’d never shown any sign of weakness in front of the cameras, even when we were doing interviews together.

“I am,” she answered. “I try to tell myself it’s over but… I know I’m being watched, you know ? I know they look at my every move, in case I say something wrong. It doesn’t feel like I can be human anymore.”

“You know you can be human with me.”

“I do.” She leaned in again and hid her face in my neck. I wrapped my arm around her waist and held her against me. I knew it was wrong but I couldn’t help it. Feeling her against me was a blessing. “Thank you Seb, for everything.”

“You don’t need to thank me.”

“After what I put you through every single day ?” She gave a sour laugh. “Trust me, I have to thank you. If I were you I would probably give up on me.”

“Don’t say that.”

“Why not ? You’re saying it has never crossed your mind ? Even after last summer ?”

I shivered at the thought of what had happened on last year’s July 4th. We were almost sober that time and well, it went…far enough.

“It’s not like you did that on your own. I was okay with it too.”

“Yeah, but I knew how you felt.”

“Forget that, okay ? It’s not…it’s not important.”

“It was to me.”

“What ?”

I shook my head. I was probably reading too into it.

“C’mon, I’ll take you to your hotel.”

“Can I stay with you ?”

“y/s…”

“Don’t call me that, I don’t like it.”

“Right.”

“Please ?”

I rolled my eyes to the sky and grabbed her hand. She could barely walk in a straight line. I called a cab and when it arrived, I helped her climb into the car. When we got to my hotel and finally took the elevator, I realised how quiet it was, compared to the club. She was there, leaning on the wall, and she was looking right at me. Her eyes were still as bright as always and her lips were slightly parted, oh so inviting. She’d dressed up and was wearing a cute dress. It wasn’t provocative but it was still tight and didn’t look comfortable when drunk. She smiled and it was the death of me. I walked up to her and looked briefly at the elevator digital screen. We still had ten floors to climb. I knew I couldn’t control myself for that long. I placed my hands on her waist, not looking away from her. She tilted her head backwards so slightly, in an almost imperceptible move. I kissed her cheek and I could feel her smiling. Fuck, how could she do those things to me ? I laid small kisses down her neck and when I got to her collarbone, she moaned slightly, making me want to keep doing what I was doing. I pulled away and rested my forehead against hers. Our breathings mixed and our noses touched. She was so beautiful, even that close.

“Can I kiss you ?”

“Yeah,” she whispered, almost out of breath.

Our lips crushed as we leaned in at the same time and when the elevator’s doors opened, I led her to my room. She helped me take off my shirt and then she turned around, lifting her hair up. I unzipped her dress slowly. It was both a way to turn her on and a way to buy me time to stop myself. She was drunk. It was wrong. Her unzipped dress fell on the floor and I kissed the back of her shoulder. She faced me and that’s when I came back to my senses. She placed her hands on my chest and I grabbed her wrists.

“You’re drunk.”

“So what ?”

“So…you don’t really want this.”

“Why wouldn’t I ?”

“Because you told me that, for God’s sake !”

She took a step back and crossed her arms on her chest.

“Sorry,” I mumbled. “I’ll get you something to sleep in.” I turned away from her and searched my drawers for a spare T-shirt. I found one that was little bit large, even for me, and gave it to her. I took off my pants and put on some shorts. Sleeping in my underwear next to her didn’t seem like a good idea. When I covered myself under the sheets, she laid next to me and looked me in the eyes. I could see she was on the verge of tears.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I really am.”

“I know, it’s alright. Let’s get some rest now, okay ?”

She nodded and then turned around. She didn’t want me to notice but the movement of her shoulders sold her out : she cried for a solid hour before falling asleep.

So that was part 2! Please tell me what you think in the comment, I love reading your opinion and advice to help me improve.

@thummbelina @princessleah129

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canaryatlaw · 3 years

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okay, well today was nice and calm. As long as there isn’t anything specific (and some times when there still is) nobody wakes me up, so I just sleep till like noon/1 pm, and that’s a beautiful thing. so I slept till like 1, then played bts world on my phone for like 15 minutes and then got out of bed. When I got downstairs my mom had made chocolate chip pancakes and bacon (I have no idea when we became a family that buys bacon but I’m certainly not complaining) which of course she had saved some for me when I eventually wake up. So I ate the food, and it was good, and the rest of the day was pretty low key. I was trying to decide on what recipes I want to make for Christmas because I hadn’t really thought about it other than what cookies I wanted to do. So I figured all of that out with pinterest and such, and just kinda hung around the house with my uncle who came over, and he was telling me all the reasons he thinks Trump lost and I’m just sitting there like wow this man is truly spouting a measured political opinion for probably the first time in his life haha. he started off saying it was him refusing to wear a mask and doing rallies without masks that got people sick, and then kinda segwayed into him just being a massive dick of a person who alienated too many people and just pissed people off, and I’m like I mean yeah those are valid reasons! I wasn’t even going to touch anything related to race in that conversation, he’s got some bad opinions there which I think are mostly the result from growing up in the projects in Queens in the 1950-60s, but I’ve never bothered getting into it with him because I knew it would be pointless. oh well. we had pot roast for dinner that was good, and after that I wanted to try out this scone recipe, I happened upon a recipe called “Christmas Morning Scones” with the idea that when they bake, it smells like “Christmas” (which is a combination of vanilla bean, nutmeg, and rosemary apparently) and I thought it would be cool to have them on Christmas morning right when people wake up and while they open their presents, until we have our traditional Christmas morning breakfast, which is a ham, egg, and cheese bread pudding and it’s fucking phenomenal (I remember one year while my brothers and I were still allergic to milk [whatever that actually was] and she’d used half real cheese and half of the horrible soy cheese [this way before allergy averse food became popular and the quality was bad] but I guess she didn’t mix it very well because my first piece was fine but when I went for a second I could only taste the soy cheese, and the level of betrayal I felt in that moment was so intense haha, so lots of memories there). The idea is of course to make new traditions, ones that won’t always remind us that my dad won’t be there to take part of it….anyways, I wanted to test the scone recipe to make sure it was good. not difficult to make, it called for fresh rosemary and fresh nutmeg, but I used the dried ones we had and will get the real stuff for the actual one. Trying to mince dried rosemary is actually quite the task, because every time you go to cut it it flies everywhere haha which is not terribly convenient, but oh well. otherwise they were easy enough to make and came out really well, so I was pleased with that. after that I just sat at the tv where whatever hgtv thing was on while I compiled recipes and ingredient lists for my choices, the current plan is Christmas Eve doing crab puffs, parmesan roaster broccoli (though I might switch that out, we’ll see), and the candy cane chocolate cheesecake bars I love, then for Christmas day doing baked brie, mac and cheese, the scones, a creme brûlée pie (which I am so excited about), and a walnut pear tart that is gluten free so mom can have it. and then in the days leading up to Christmas for cookies we’re doing gingersnaps, cranberry almond shortbread cookies, and Italian rainbow cookies (the actual best). so I’m gonna have a lot of time to enjoy cooking, lol. I have my last small group session tomorrow morning because we wanted to so a “brunch” session instead of always dinner, so I’m looking forward to that and seeing what we can do, so that should be good. and yeah, after a bit people started heading upstairs, I stayed down for a little while longer before heading up. the internet has been giving us issues and just like stopped working period for most of the night. it’s a little better now, but pages still take a while to load, which is annoying. apparently some dude is going to come fix it like Tuesday??? I really need it to work on Monday for work though…sigh. we’ll have to figure all that out. worst comes to worst I can always find a Starbucks and beg them to let me hang out and use their wifi for a bit (which is what I did last time and it worked very well) but hopefully it won’t get to that (cause I do have court and I don’t think the judges would love that). on a similar thought, out of nowhere my computer has rapidly been deteriorating on me, like all of a second like three things won’t work probably and then another three tomorrow, so I very badly need to get a new one, especially because the is all my connection to work at the moment (I should’ve brought my chromebook with me, I can always use Zoom on my phone but the rest of it doesn’t work so well on the phone. so hopefully that will be able to function enough to get some work done. and yeah, okay, I headed upstairs and showered and started getting ready for bed, I thought this would be fairly short which I often and am often wrong on the matter, but oh well. I’m sleepy now and I do have to wake up eventually for small group tomorrow, so I am going to end this here. Goodnight my friends. Hope you had an awesome Saturday.

#daily journal #December 2020

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theolddarkmachine · 4 years

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Imaginary- Chapter One

Midoriya Izuku’s life was turned upside by fate.

Eri’s life was turned upside down by circumstance.

And Bakugou Katsuki is about to learn that even imaginary friends need to grow up.

Also on AO3

A/N: Whoo buddy, why is it so scary posting something for a new fandom? Maybe it’s because I’ve been suffering severe writing burnout for the past handful of months, or maybe it’s because I didn’t even realize I was going to write anything for this pairing until the idea struck me. Whatever it is, I guess welcome to my first ever BakuDeku fic lol please be gentle with me Gonna go big or go home with this bad boy, so I hope you guys like it enough to stick around for the long haul with me. Anyway, this is the If You Could See Me Now AU I always wanted to write, but never had a pairing that I thought fit it the way I wanted it to be.

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Imaginary friends are meant to help those who have forgotten how to smile. -Yagi Toshinori

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Staring down into the brown depths of his coffee, Midoriya Izuku wills the caffeine to enter his bloodstream through instantaneous osmosis. It’s all in vain, he knows, but he’d do just about anything to combat the fatigue that has turned his brain into mush.

The tired that he feels is a different kind of tired than what he was used to.

Before, the black bags under his eyes were somewhat of a badge of honor, only proving how much work he was putting into his latest case.

Before, while he would feel the quiet ache of his sleep deprivation like a second coat around his shoulders, it had never felt suffocating or as if it was sucking the very life out of him.

Of course, before, he had been working his way through the ranks of the Tokyo police department, married to his job and returning to a quiet and empty home at night with his only care in the world being how he would tackle his next day of work.

The sound of the chair beside him grating across the linoleum as it’s pulled out drags him forcefully from the depths of his mug as he looks over to the 4-year-old girl who has joined him.

Eri had been the result of his greatest work accomplishment.

The department had been working on trying to land a blow on the Shie Hassaikai since before Izuku had shown up as their newest recruit, bright eyed and bushy tailed, and wholly unaware of the fact that in just five years time he’d have a hand in the biggest bust of a criminal organization in Tokyo’s modern history.

Years of planning, and stakeouts, and undercover had led his team to the front door of a warehouse. Tucked in a corner of an unassuming commercial dock, they had burst through the front door with gas and guns, and managed to capture the group’s tactical mastermind, Chisaki Kai.

After putting the biggest names of Shie Hassaikai into the backs of several police cruisers, they’d searched the docks only to find a shipping container filled with kids. Ranging in age from 4 to 14, they had cowered instinctively against the opening of the doors, shrinking back into the shadows and looking at the policemen in a way that had made Izuku’s stomach turn.

It had taken time to get them all out of there, and then to find the homes that they had been torn from. Reunion after reunion had come until finally there was one left.

Eri, the youngest of the group, had been the slowest to open up to them and even when she had, it had only been to Izuku. She had clung to him by the end of the first week, only taking food and drink from him, and very quietly whispering answers to his questions.

That was how he had found that of the 23 children they had rescued that night, Eri was the only one whose parents wouldn’t be coming to pick her up. The couple had found themselves on the receiving end of Shie Hassaikai’s anger. Their ending had been somewhat of an easy out in comparison to the future they had unknowingly subscribed their daughter to.

The department had told Izuku what the next steps were to be. Eri would be placed in foster care where she would hopefully find a new home before she turned 18 years old and found herself out on the street.

There was no secret as to what happened to most kids in the system, and as far as he had seen it, Eri was going from one horrible situation to another, and all because of the folly of adults. No one deserved that.

She didn’t deserve that.

So, he did the only thing he could think of.

He adopted her.

And even now, three months later in a new home in an old town and temporarily jobless, he doesn’t regret.

That being said, he is fucking tired.

Who knew raising a 4 year old alone would sap the very life out of you?

Well, besides most parents, and now, Izuku.

In hindsight, he supposes it only been a matter of time. He had been running on fumes and caffeine before he even brought Eri into his life. There was only so long that he could have viably maintained properly caring for the girl, getting her to daycare every morning, working a ten hour shift, picking her up, feeding her, getting her to bed, going over what needed to be done for his latest case before passing out for a few hours of sleep, and then waking up bright and early to do it all again.

At the end of it all, he’s sure the only one who was surprised by his collapse at work had been himself.

You’re working yourself to the bone, his best friend and coworker Shinsou had said. Something has to give, Izuku.

The truth of it was that he had known that.

Had known it since the first couple of days when the gentle embrace of general fatigue had evolved into a sharp ache that he couldn’t shake. He’d made it two months, 6 days and 13 hours before it had finally caught up with him so that had to count for something.

Shinsou was right, and that’s how Izuku found himself sitting at a brand new table, in a brand new house, in the small town that he had run from all those years ago.

Moving back home had been the next logical step in the grand scheme of things. His mom could help with Eri, the price of living was significantly cheaper, and their police department was a branch off the main department in Tokyo which only made transferring all too easy.

After a couple of phone calls, a significant dip into his savings, and a seven and a half hour drive later, Izuku had officially started a new life.

About a month had passed since then, and while he hadn’t expected to have everything to be miraculously better, he had at least hoped he’d feel rested enough before starting work in a week’s time.

That, it seemed, had been a fruitless hope.

Because god damn, he was tired.

And judging from Eri’s wide yawn, she was too.

“Good morning,” he says, trying to ignore how his own voice is thick with sleep as he pushes a plastic container of chocolate donuts towards her.

“Morning Daddy Izuku,” Eri says sleepily, grabbing one of the small donuts with her small hands. As she munched on her donut, with her eyes locked on the table, Izuku looked over her. Her long, silvery blonde hair was knotted with wild bedhead that he was sure would take them quite a bit of time to tame, and lots of treat blackmail on his part to ensure she sat still for.

Slightly hunched and with her legs swinging as she continued to eat, and with her bright pink pajamas still slightly too big for her frame, she looked even smaller than she already was. She’d come such a far way from how Izuku had found her, but it still twisted his gut when he thought about how the sweet girl had seen more in her life than most adults.

Deep down, he knows it wasn’t his job to make up for the wrong the world had done to her, but he feels he owes it to her anyway.

If not his job, then whose, he wonders as he takes a sip of his coffee to swallow down the grit of sleep clinging to his throat.

“Want some milk?” He asks after resurfacing, getting up at the first sign of her small nod. Gently putting his mug on the mahogany table, he turns toward the kitchen.

With his back to Eri, he misses the way her eyes shift quickly to the chair next to her, and the wide grin her mouth pulls into as she reaches her hand into the plastic container for another donut.

Placing it on the table, she nods before stuffing the rest of her own donut in her mouth.

When Izuku returns, Eri’s own small pink mug in his hand, the donut beside her is gone.

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There was something comforting, yet altogether depressing about the fact that his mother’s home hadn’t changed at all in the 26 years that Izuku had been alive. Just walking through the front door had transported him back to a time that had been altogether easier.

At the time, he had taken the ease for granted, instead focusing on how he had always felt like something had been missing.

Not that Izuku had ever thought anything as grand as being meant for so much more, but he had always had dreams that at least amounted to so much more than the town of Noto and its population of almost 18,000.

And now he was back and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t make him feel small.

It didn’t help being surrounded by photos documenting his life, most notably the large graduation photo on the mantle, taken just after he’d received his badge from the academy.

“Izuku,” his mom’s voice was gentle as it prodded him straight out of his thoughts and back onto the grey couch in which he sat. Her eyes conveyed the same gentleness, encapsulated in a green that was a little less like the hard emerald of his own, and more like a calm sea.

They seemed to see through him as he made a questioning sound in his throat.

“I asked how Eri was liking that daycare! They had wonderful reviews, and while I’m sure they aren’t as good as Mrs. Tanoshi was, I guess we don’t have much of a choice since that poor woman is almost 80 now,” she says, her voice comforting as it rambled just slightly about Izuku’s old caretaker.

He bites back on a comment about how he had thought she had already been closer to ancient, even back then.

“She seems to like it,” Izuku says instead, shifting his gaze over his mother’s shoulder and toward the patio door where he can see Eri smiling and playing by herself in the yard. “She’s been happier at least, especially the last couple of days.”

Outside, he sees Eri run as if she’s chasing something, her mouth split wide around a laugh he can’t hear. His heart squeezes with a feeling he’s starting to realize is a mix of pride and something like adoration.

“That’s so good, Izuku,” his mom says warmly, her eyes still cutting through him as he turns his gaze back to her. Lips pulled up gently in the corners, she’s looking at him with that all knowing mom look.

“What?” He finds himself asking, fully indignant like the teen the house made him feel like again.

In his peripheral, he sees a ball fly high as it arced across the yard.

“Nothing, honey,” she says, gently grabbing his knee as she leans in. It’s a soothing sort of touch before she continues, “I’m just so proud of you, is all.”

Heat rises up and over his neck, racing to his cheeks and turning his skin what he’s certain is a terrible shade caught between sunburn and tomato.

Admittedly, he and his mom had always had a good relationship.

If anyone had asked her, she’d tell them Izuku had been a wonderful child, filled with imagination and idealism and dreams. If anyone asked Izuku, he’d tell them his mom had been a sweet mother who had taught him with a stern but loving hand, and who had always supported him in his dreams even when she was worried.

She’d always said she was proud of him, but something about the way she said it now, her eyes sparkling with something unknown to him, made his eyes burn.

“I know you always wanted to be a hero, Izuku,” she says, squeezing his knee, “and now you are one.”

The acknowledgement buries itself deep in the center of his chest as he tries to swallow down the lump that’s forming in his throat.

“I know it’s hard, trust me. Parenting isn’t easy, honey. But you have to know that you’re that little girl’s hero,” she concludes before smiling wider at him. Letting go of her hold, she pats his leg before pushing herself off the couch and turning to look out the patio doors.

Keeping his gaze on his mother’s back, Izuku clears his throat and quickly passes the back of his hand across his eyes to catch the moisture that has collected at their edges.

“We should probably get going,” he manages to get out as he stands up beside her. Izuku stands taller than her by a head, yet he still feels small as he looks out towards the yard and the girl sitting in the middle of it. With one hand, she’s steadying it on top of a finger on her other hand, face twisted in concentration before she gives it a spin. For just a moment it looks as if it may actually balance there before it falls down to the side.

There’s a breath where she watches it roll away before she laughs.

“Mom?” Izuku says, keeping his eyes trained on the four year old.

“Yes, sweetie?” She hums, not bothering to turn back toward him.

“Thank you.”

Her answering chuckle is low as she moves around her coffee table and in the direction of her kitchen.

“I’ll pack you both up some cookies,” she says before disappearing to make good on her word.

Left alone in the living room, Izuku takes a steadying breath before pushing his way out into his mom’s backyard. Eri is standing now, having gotten up to chase after the ball that had rolled towards his mom’s herb garden in the corner. With her back to him, she seems to be looking at the plants with the ball hugged to her chest.

Moving in her direction, he’s a couple feet away when he hears her small voice.

“— Grandma Inko is a really good planter,” he hears her say almost conspiratorially. There’s a heartbeat of silence before she giggles and shakes her head.

“It’s not boring! They started as seeds and now they’re plants!” Eri exclaims, turning her face as if looking at something. Izuku watches as her smile grows before she shakes her head again.

“You’re silly, not everyone can make plants. Daddy Izuku says he once killed a plastic plant and those aren’t even real.”

Then, her mouth forms a look of surprise as she fully turns to face him.

“Hey Daddy Izuku!” She says happily, closing the small distance between them with a slight bounce. Clutching the ball to her tummy still, she looks up to him with her smile still wide. Warmth spreads through his chest as he drops down to her height and reaches out to pull a piece of grass from her hair.

“Hey Eri,” he smiles back as he flicks the offending piece of plant life away. “Who are you talking to?”

The question is out of his mouth before he can think to swallow it. It earns him a confused look before Eri turns to look to her side for a barely there moment before giving a small nod and turning her attention back to him.

Pulling a hand away from her ball, she waves it to her side as if showcasing something.

Izuku isn’t sure how it happens, but her smile seems to get brighter as she says, “This is Kacchan!”

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Izuku’s room is too dark and too quiet as he stares up at the ceiling from where he lays in his bed. His sheets are pooled at his waist and his arms are folded across his chest as he imagines he can see paint shapes in the shadows across the white above him.

It was already usually pretty hard for him to get to sleep here. He’d grown used to the sound of the city, and hadn’t realized it had been its own sort of lullaby until he had moved. Tonight, however, the issue is less the lack of noise and light, and more the interesting new development that seemed to have landed in his lap.

Kacchan, he thinks as he breathes heavily out his nose. Eri’s new imaginary friend.

After she’d introduced him, it seemed that whatever wall she had constructed around the imaginary fellow had collapsed, and she had chattered with this Kacchan for the rest of the evening.

In the back of the car, at the dinner table— where she’d even asked for Kacchan to have his own place setting— and even at bedtime when she’d told the specter goodnight. It was, in a word, odd.

Yet she had looked so genuinely happy that Izuku had bit his tongue as he just nodded along, acting as if he could see this pretend friend of hers and even setting down a plate for him next to Eri. Even though it was a small amount, he still lamented the wasted curry. It was one of the few meals he actually knew how to cook well, and though he knows all the books say to encourage the imagination, it still stung a bit knowing he would end up throwing away the food at the end of the night.

At least, so he had thought. He isn’t sure how she had managed it, but at some point he must have looked away because when it was time to clean up, the plate had been cleared of its food.

It wasn’t the only weird thing that had happened in relation to this Kacchan, either. When Eri had first introduced the friend, Izuku could have bet a heavy sum that he had actually heard someone there. The soft sound, something like a haughty scoff, had caused a chill to run down his spine and momentarily consider the possibility that maybe Eri was actually being haunted. He’d quickly chalked it up to his own lack of sleep playing tricks on him, but that didn’t stop him from feeling as if he was being watched for the rest of the day.

Shaking the phantom feeling and bewildering thought, Izuku squeezes his eyes shut before opening them again to the darkness of his ceiling.

There was absolutely nothing wrong with having an imaginary friend, he knows. Hell, he had had one as a kid.

All Might had been his name. Izuku remembers him vividly. He was the reason he’d wanted so desperately to become a hero before he grew enough to know that imaginary friends were only that, and that it was severely frowned down upon to run around in spandex and a cape.

All Might had been his best friend though, helping him right after his father had walked out on him and his mom. He supposes after everything she’s been through, it only made sense that she would come up with an imaginary friend. In fact, with that in mind, he could probably say it’s a bit weird that it took so long for it to happen.

Eyes burning and vision blurring, Izuku’s eyelids start to fight against his insomnia.

He’ll have to keep an eye on it all the same, he thinks as his blinks start to grow longer. Izuku still remembers the pain he had felt when his own had disappeared.

It isn’t too much longer until sleep finally pulls him into its inky embrace.

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#bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #bkdk #bakudeku #bnha #this fic will eventually be rated e like 16 chapters from now lol until then it's a solid T for Teen #alternate universe #the if you could see me now au no one asked for #slow burn #above all else this is a coming of age story #hope you enjoy the ride

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jelixpo · 5 years

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Psycho (Chap 5)

~Author’s note: This is a fictional story featuring the pairing between jack///septic//eye and mark//iplier, or septiplier for short, and the pairing between jack///septic//eye and pew//die//pie, or jelix/septicpie for short. You are not to contact the people that are involved in this story with regards to questions about this story or their relationships, whatever they may be, as they have stated in the past that this makes them uncomfortable. This story will deal closely with spiralling mental health and will delve into very sensitive topics that may be triggering for some individuals. Chapter warnings will be provided as seen fit/needed. You are asked to read at your own discretion. Thank you.~

Sorry this chapter took so long to come out! One thing lead to another and I just haven't had free time and/or motivation in a while. But it's here now! Hopefully it was worth the wait :) I'll try to update more regularly.

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Felix leaned back in his chair and rubbed at his face, his camera just having been turned off after recording. He looked up at his monitor and clicked around on it a bit, privately uploading the video to Sive for editing before sitting back in his chair again. He sighed contentedly, happy with the video he had just made. It had been a couple days since Felix had gotten... that idea. It had been hard going through each day, trying to work through videos and the like while still having the thought at the front of his mind. Felix was proud of himself, though, since today had been the first time he had really stopped thinking about that crazy idea. He no longer found himself dwelling on its possibility, which he was thankful for. He didn't ever want to have that thought dwell in his mind again and he was doing a good job of making sure it didn't. Sure, it entered his mind every now and then, but he no longer found himself thinking seriously about it. The entirety of the situation still upset him, of course. The proposal, the marriage, the announcement, but today was the first time in a long time that Felix found himself genuinely getting over the whole ordeal. Perhaps he really was working through his feelings, or maybe he was learning to push them down, maybe he had just isolated himself to the point where he no longer felt upset. The reason behind it didn't matter. He was getting over it, and that was a huge step in the right direction, Felix thought. Just then, Felix heard the sound of his stomach rumbling. As soon as he recognised the noise a twinge of discomfort formed in his stomach and through his torso, as if his body had suddenly remembered how hungry it was. Standing up from his computer, Felix made his way out of his recording room and down the hall to his kitchen, fully intent on cooking himself a tasty dinner. He opened his fridge and surveyed its contents; a couple of salad dressing bottles, a carton of milk with a thimble of milk left, some chip dip containers, and a stick of butter. Nothing really to cook with. He closed the door to the fridge and moved over to his pantry; a box of cereal, a jar of pasta sauce, and a container full of brown sugar. Apparently, in Felix's bout of self-isolation, he had neglected to go to the grocery store and buy actual food. He thought about going to get fast food, but the thought of eating such greasy food again after doing so for practically every meal the last couple days made him want to gag. A nice, home-cooked meal was what he really wanted and he would do practically anything to get it. Seeing as there was no other option, Felix sighed as he walked over to the door of his apartment and slipped on his coat as he stepped outside. He quickly hopped into his car and drove to the grocery store, neglecting to make a list of any kind for what he might need. Honestly, at that point, bringing home any sort of food combination at all would serve him better than trying to work solely with what was already in his cupboards. It wasn't long before Felix was parking his car in the parking lot and walking into the store, grabbing a store kart as he made his way inside. Surprisingly, there weren't that many other people at the store, so he was allowed to roam as he pleased through the aisles without worry of standing in someone's way or walking too slow. He meandered through aisle after aisle, grabbing off the shelf what looked good, debating quietly to himself what brands might be better, whether he would need bigger sizes for certain things. He had almost finished his trip when he was walking beside the row of aisles, his head turned up to read their labels again, when a voice suddenly greeted his ears. "Hey, Felix!" Felix stopped dead in his tracks. He couldn't tell whether he wanted to curl up in a ball or fling himself fully at the voice's owner. He knew he couldn't run from the situation, so he plastered a smile on his face as he turned around to face his excited Irish friend. "Hey! How's it going?" Felix asked Jack as the Irishman walked happily toward him. "It's going great, man! It feels like a while since we've talked. Almost a month, practically! God, how are things?" Jack asked warmly as he stopped to stand by his friend. "Oh, y'know, things are moving along. I got kinda sick after the con so I decided to just rest for a while," Felix responded, "But I'm better now!" "Oh, well that's good!" Just then, a thought clicked into Felix's mind, "Hey, why are you here?" He asked without thinking. Trying not to sound rude, he quickly added, "I mean, shouldn't you be in America right now?" "Yeah, I've been in America ever since the con ended. Y'know, making wedding plans with Mark and all that. But I still can't decide if I want to live here or live in LA. Mark already said he'd go wherever I felt most comfortable, so he came down here with me for the month just to see if we like living here," Jack explained, "I'm still kinda flip-flopping on the whole thing," Felix didn't know which sounded worse; Jack moving away to America to live with Mark for the rest of his life, only seeing Felix maybe once every two years in person if that, his and Felix's paths never again to cross over in a nonchalant setting alone, or to have Jack stay here, his and Mark's relationship on full display for Felix to see, to have the constant reminder that Jack would never be his to hold, every day holding fear of going outside and seeing the two of them so close. Both versions sounded horrible. "Yeah, that's gotta be a tough decision," Felix nodded along, his answer both truthful and hidden at the same time. "Oh, but believe me, wherever we decide to live, our wedding there is gonna be fucking rocking!" Jack boasted happily, his demeanour quickly shifting from happy to ecstatic when the topic of his wedding was brought up. Felix had to will every muscle in his body not to drop his shoulders and slump over at Jack's sudden change in expression. The fact that Jack was so absolutely excited about the wedding only made it so much worse. "Me and Mark both really love the colour red so we're gonna use that as our main colour. We've been going suit shopping and I just can't decide if I want to wear an all-white suit or this one really stunning deep red suit that has this awesome, kinda henna-like design all over it in a shiny black. God, it looks amazing," Felix shifted his weight from one side of his body to the other, trying to hide how uncomfortable the details of Jack's wedding was, "Oh, and we've been putting together this fucking awesome playlist with all our favourite songs on it, the night is gonna be fucking pumping! We've already talked to the person who's gonna design our cake and they sketched it out for us already. It's gonna be this gorgeous 3 tiered cake, all basic white, with handmade roses all over it. Y'know, I've even been thinking about buying a leg garter, not because I wanna have a garter toss or anything! But just to give Mark a lil surprise later, y'know?" Jack was giggling now, and Felix had to force out a fake laugh at the same time. He didn't think this conversation could get any more unbearable. Jack's demeanour suddenly changed from energetic to soft. "But hey, I'm really glad I got to bump into you today," Jack spoke gently. He wrapped his hand around Felix's bicep and squeezed slightly, affectionately, "You've been an amazing friend to me all these years and I really appreciate having you around. I know sometimes me and Mark can be a little too public with our affection, but I don't want you to think I'm ignoring you when that happens," Felix blinked in surprise. This was not what he expected, "I don't know why but... ever since you got sick at the con, I couldn't help but feel that I played a part in it. I know you weren't actually sick, Felix... I don't know what was actually wrong, but I just wanted you to know that I love having you in my life, okay? And, y'know, whether I go back to LA or I stay here, I want you to stay my friend. Cause... you mean a lot to me, Felix. I don't know what I'd do without our friendship." Jack smiled warmly, softly, at Felix. Felix could only stare back, his fake smile already having faded from his face long ago. He felt his cheeks turn up slowly in a genuine, affectionate smile. This smile seemed to cause Jack to relax even more, happy that he was able to brighten Felix's day. "Anyway, sorry to cut this short, but I gotta run," Jack said. As if Jack's speech hadn't startled Felix enough, he felt his heart stop as Jack stepped forward and wrapped his arms around the Swede in a tight embrace. Felix felt himself automatically wrap his arms back around Jack's waist in return. He could feel Jack's warmth and heat radiating into his body, practically into his very soul as they embraced. Felix always found himself so cold for some reason, but now, in Jack's embrace, he felt his body flush with a comforting warmth. He almost didn't believe the moment to truly be happening, but Jack's secure hold around him kept him grounded in it all. Jack stretched his head out and allowed the side of his head to go flush against the crook of Felix's neck. Felix took a breath in and felt himself truly breathe for the first time in years. He felt whole and completely at home, as if he was always meant to stay held up against Jack's frame, their bodies sharing heat. He felt Jack's body expand and contract as he breathed in and out, their hearts beating together. He couldn't ever tell you why, but Felix could swear the world got brighter when he was in Jack's tight embrace. Colours popped and bloomed, and lights seemed to get brighter, but also softer. When he took breathes in through his nose, Jack's scent immediately flooded into his body. It was refreshing; a scent Felix could take in every moment of the day and never grow tired of. Every worry that could cloud his mind was whisked away, as if destroyed completely. Felix could practically feel himself melting from the warmth. He couldn't get over it. Was this what everyone else felt? This warmth and stability, this heat and security, did everyone just have this? Or was it just Jack? Perhaps it was neither. Perhaps, when they held each other like this, that was the only time this feeling could occur. Everything seemed right; exactly the way it should be. He felt Jack begin to pull away and it took the strength of God himself for Felix not to grip him tighter. Jack placed his hands on Felix's shoulders and leaned away from him, his eyes fluttering open as he did so. Jack had closed his eyes? "I'll see you around, yeah?" Jack's eyes were filled with sincerity. Felix nodded silently at the question, still reeling from the moment. Then, Jack let go, and the world faded back to normal. Boring normal. Colourless normal. Meaningless normal. Felix looked after him as Jack walked away and disappeared down another aisle. The world seemed colder, darker, dimmer. Maybe that crazy idea, the one that was so unthinkable, wasn't so crazy after all. --- Felix paced around his living room, an activity which had become increasingly common for him since his run-in with Jack two days ago. His mind did flips and spins as he debated the thought within it, something that he swore he would never do again. He really hadn't slept since the encounter, his mind too busy to focus on anything else. He would have felt bad about going to the store in the first place since he really hadn't used any of the food he bought but his mind was too preoccupied. He hated himself for debating the thought but every time he found himself reaching the edge of a decision another string of thoughts would come rushing in to pull him back. If he began considering the legitimacy of acting on his thoughts he would immediately begin thinking of his morals and the irreversible consequences of his actions. If he began to push the idea out of his head and disregard it his mind would immediately snap back to the hug he and Jack had shared and how he had felt. He slumped down onto the couch, resting his arms on his legs as he rubbed at his face. He needed to think clearly and pacing only made him more anxious. The thought... Felix groaned. He couldn't keep dancing around it like it didn't exist, couldn't keep avoiding addressing it by what it actually was. How could he ever hope to come to a complete decision if he couldn't even face what his thought actually was? Kidnapping Jack. There. There it was. To kidnap Jack. That was his thought. Even just addressing it by name caused Felix's face to scrunch up, cringing at his own mind. You'd think having that strong of a negative reaction to just its title would deter the Swede from considering its legitimacy but apparently not. Kidnapping Jack- still just as horrible to think the second time- could possibly have some advantages for Felix, that much he fully understood, but there were so many things that could go wrong. What would his wish even be anyway? What was he hoping for if any of this came true? For Jack to love him back? For Jack to call off the wedding? How in the hell would kidnapping him make any of those things true? Not to mention the fact that this could very easily blow up in his face. Jack could hate him. Forever. The thought made him shiver. He couldn't handle someone he cared so much for, someone he held so close to his heart, to hate him. If just hearing about Jack being engaged to someone else put a heavyweight on his shoulders then having Jack hate him would be like a hydraulic press to his heart. You can't force someone to love you, no one can. There was no way he could carry out such a ridiculously horrific plan. ... And yet he also couldn't bear the thought of standing by and doing nothing as Jack was swept away from him, as his joy was swept away from him for good. Yes, he had been recovering from the news before, that was true. But was he happy? He thought he was until that hug happened. Even just thinking about it caused Felix's shoulders to soften. He had never felt so warm in his life as he had in Jack's hold. He had always recognized that he felt cold throughout his life but he had never realised just how ice cold it was before. What he used to think was a comfortable temperature for him now seemed unbearable given the new sensation. But how could this be new? Jack had hugged him before. Of course he had! Jack was an affectionate person to everyone he met. Hugging was his thing! Felix had embraced Jack multiple times before but had never felt this awestruck with it... Well, sort of. Embracing Jack had always brought warmth to his heart in some way, that was what drew him so much to liking Jack in the first place. He felt joyful and warm whenever he was in Jack's presence, no matter the circumstance. Perhaps the overlooming thought of losing Jack forever is what made this time different. He would do anything to get that feeling back but it was useless. Felix felt like he was clawing at glass with no way of grabbing hold of anything. Well... There was one way. God, he hated himself so much. How could he not make a decision? Just pick the best one! The best one obviously being to not fucking kidnap someone! How could that not be the best option? ... Well, all things considered, that option would never bring him back to the peaceful bliss he felt with Jack. That option could never fulfil him in life. He felt no joy from that option. But did the option of kidnapping the one he loved bring him any joy? Well, in a very weird way, it did. It allowed him to take control of the situation after he had felt control had been ripped from his fingertips. The first option gave him no control, no fulfilment, no happiness. How could it be the best option? ... Because it didn't make him a fucking felon, that's why! ... But it sure made him feel like his joy had been stolen from him... But what the hell did his joy matter here? We're talking about kidnapping someone! Taking them from their home! Forcing them somewhere they don't want to go! People write fucking shows just about that because it's so traumatising! Where the hell is any 'joy' in that situation?! ... Well, shows can always be scripted. People get told what to say, given eye drops to make tears, and then roll in the cash. He wasn't ignoring the fact that kidnapping was bad in the majority sense, but weren't there happy stories from kidnapping? There had to be, there's a story for everything. But how could something like that be happy? Well, if both people involved already wanted to be with each other then... Felix stopped. He blinked for a moment, as if almost surprised. Had he really just thought that? ... Yes. Yes he had. Was there even a possibility of Jack wanting him too? But he was with Mark, had made the effort to be with Mark. How could Jack want Felix if he had chosen to be with Mark? Maybe... Maybe Jack was more like Felix than either of them had realised. Felix had learned through experience how to push down his true feelings and plaster on a fake smile, one which most people could never see-through. Felix had learned how to play the part, how to act happy to appease others, but there was one person he could never fool and that was Jack. Only someone with a similar experience would be able to see through his smile. Did that mean that Jack felt the same way but he too was too scared to admit it? Sure, Jack usually wore his heart on his sleeve, but everyone has secrets, everyone hides parts of themselves. But why would Jack get with Mark if he truly wanted to be with Felix? Septiplier was so extremely popular even before Jack and Mark got together. Maybe Jack felt pressured? Like he had to be in a relationship with Mark to appease others. He had to act happy to appease others. Just like Felix. Well, maybe Mark truly loved him just as much as Felix did? ... No. No, that was impossible. Felix had watched them be together for years, he had seen how they acted with each other. Mark couldn't possibly admire Jack as much as Felix did. Sure, they were public with their affection, but that didn't mean it was true love. God, Felix loved Jack so much. Everything about him was absolutely stunning. Every action he took, every step he made took the Swede's breath away. Could Mark love Jack like that? Hell no. No one loved Jack like Felix loved Jack. Mark was Felix's friend, they had been friends for years and Felix valued their friendship but there was no way in hell Mark loved Jack more than Felix. And if Jack loved Felix too... Just the thought made his heart skip a beat. Felix couldn't stop a small smile from forming on his face. To be loved by Jack, there could be no sweeter feeling. Felix sat back on the couch. He had made a decision. The thought that Jack loved him too, that they could live happily together? That settled it. This was the best option. It had to be; for Jack and Felix's sake. It had to be.

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Dreams That Walk, Nightmares That Talk, Chapter 4

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For @lilaclily00

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Birdsong. It’s the worst thing in the world to hear when you’re trying to fall asleep. The sun glowers through Marie’s curtains and she covers her head with a pillow, but she can’t escape the awful, awful chirping.

Morning is here, whether she likes it or not.

She groans into her mattress. Then, after a long hesitation, she rolls herself over and drops her feet on the floor. Her legs feel cold coming out of the covers; it makes her grimace.

Slowly, she stands. She stretches. She shuffles into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes with one hand while reaching for the kettle with another.

(kettle)

(one two three one two three one two three)

(water ends on right)

She goes through her rituals of turning on the tap, flicking on the switch, getting out the cup, feeling a little less like a zombie with every motion. By the time she gets to the fridge, she’s awake enough to notice something’s missing.

“No milk.” Marie taps a finger (onetwothree) against the fridge door. “Forgot to go shopping… Idiot.”

“Did you want some milk?”

A voice comes from behind Marie and makes her jump. She whirls around to see Alcor floating way too close to her face, a nervous smile on his cheeks and a bottle of something way too purple to be milk clutched to his chest.

Before he can speak again, she points at it.

“I am not putting that in my tea.”

“Huh?” He looks confused. “But I thought you said you were out of milk?”

“Yes, and that is not milk.” She pauses, then adds: “Not cow’s milk, anyway.”

“Cow’s milk…” Alcor seems to ponder that for a second, then his eyes widen in understanding. “Ohhh, right! That’s the type humans normally drink! Can’t believe I forgot that.”

The kettle’s boiling. Marie walks past him to get out a teabag.

“Yeah, I can get you some of that milk-”

“No, thank you.”

He floats up to her again, way too close for comfort. She tries to ignore him as she pours her tea.

“Don’t worry! I know what I’m getting this time, I can just-”

“No!” Marie snaps. She grits her teeth as he recoils. “I’m sorry, but I don’t want your help, okay? I don’t want you - I don’t know - teleporting a bunch of severed cow udders in here or something. I can live without milk. It’s fine. ”

With that, she turns away from Alcor. Gets out a spoon. Stirs her tea one-two-three one-two-three one-two-three and doesn’t look at the kicked-puppy expression she knows he’s got on his face again.

Out of the corner of her eye, though, she can’t help but notice him backing away.

He doesn’t say a word; it seems like he’s left, but then she turns around and sees that is not so. He’s sitting on the couch in the living room, his back to her, his head bowed over something. Marie gives him an odd look, but he doesn’t stir.

Should she say something?

She considers her words for a moment, but nothing comes, and she opts to sit at the kitchen table instead. Perched there, sipping her black tea and looking out into space as the sound of birdsong hangs between them, Marie can’t help but find this a little awkward.

Like having a houseguest, but worse.

The silence stretches. Alcor flips a page of something; she cranes her head to see what that something is, but it’s out of view.

So she just sips her tea. Jiggles her knee a little bit. Checks the time on her phone, grimaces at 5:42 AM.

(five four two five)

(three four five three four five three four five)

(nine nine nine ending on right)

She didn’t get nearly enough sleep to deal with this. The nightmares were the worst they’d ever been in her life; trying to get any rest had been a hellish cycle of going to sleep, waking up in a cold sweat at the sight of awful visions, and checking the time only to realise barely twenty minutes had passed since she last looked.

It was terrible, and, staring at the back of Alcor’s head, she could think of only one reason why they’d gotten so much worse. Letting him into her mind, letting him eat her nightmares… it had stirred them up like some kind of hornet’s nest.

Hopefully this isn’t permanent. Hopefully, if she leaves them alone, they’ll settle down again.

Marie rubs her eyes at that thought. She takes another sip of tea and then stands up, clearing her throat - Alcor doesn’t look over at the sound.

“I need to get ready for the day,” she says. “So, I’m going to go now-”

Alcor’s voice cuts in abruptly. “You know what I love about this?”

“Huh?” Marie blinks. “Love about what? Alcor?”

He doesn’t so much as twitch in response. After a moment of hesitation, she approaches him, putting a hand on the couch he’s sitting on and leaning forwards to catch a glimpse of what he’s staring at.

What she sees surprises her, at first.

“Ben’s drawings?” Marie looks down at the blue file in Alcor’s hands. She watches him flip through pages of his art. “Huh. I suppose that kind of imagery is right up your aisle.”

Alcor closes the file. “It’s not that. Look.”

“Look at what?”

“Look at how you’ve kept them, in a nice little file. You’ve ordered them by age - that had to have taken some time.” He places it on the table, and smiles. “Look at where you keep them. On display, in the centre of the living room. That’s what I love.”

She frowns. “I don’t see what you mean.”

“You don’t? Don’t you think you should be scared of the things he drew about?” He looks up at her. “Don’t you think you should be scared of him?”

“Excuse me? Absolutely not.” Marie’s scowl deepens; she crosses her arms. “What are you implying? I’m well aware that Ben’s soul used to belong to a demon, but that has very little bearing on the person he is now! The things he drew - they’re just that! They’re drawings! That’s what he did with the horrible things he saw at night: nothing dangerous, nothing to be scared of! Just all these beautiful drawings he put his heart into, and… why are you smiling like that?”

Alcor’s smile is odd; at first it was happy, but as she spoke… it didn’t fade, but it did shrink somewhat, and a shine snuck into his eyes that’s strangely wistful. He doesn’t speak, at first. As she watches, he looks away again, down at the file in his lap. Then, quietly:

“And that’s exactly what I love about this.” He looks away again, down at the file in his lap. “You care about him so much… not despite of who he is; you actually embrace it. That’s incredible. ”

She raises an eyebrow. “That’s not some sort of achievement. I’m his mother, of course I care about him.”

“Not an achievement.” A soft snort. “With all the bad parents out there in the world, I’d say it is.”

At that Marie steps back, clutching her cup of tea. Alcor continues.

“There’s a lot of kids out there who’d kill for someone like you. I mean, your son’s a demon, and this is how you react? ‘I’m gonna put all the weird pictures he drew into a file so I can look at them whenever I want!’ I mean, that’s amazing! I wish mine had… um…”

He blinks and looks up at her, seeming to come back to himself somewhat. That strange little smile widens into a regular happy grin.

“Anyway,” he says, clearing his throat. “That’s all I wanted to say. I’m sorry about last night; if you don’t trust me after I lost control like that, that’s totally fair, and I’ll leave you alone. I just wanted you to know that… I really admire how you treat Ben, and if you ever do want my help-”

“No, don’t.” She shakes her head. “Stop.”

“Stop? Stop wh-”

“Just stop, okay?” Stepping back again, she takes a deep breath. “You’re being very flattering, but I don’t deserve a pat on the back for the way I treated Ben. I wasn’t a good parent to him. I tried to be, but I just wasn’t.”

“You-”

“I really let him down when he was younger. I really hurt him.” She looks away. “Even if it’s better now between us, I think he’d really take issue with you acting like I’ve done something exceptional. I haven’t.”

Alcor doesn’t say anything to that. He’s silent again, and she doesn’t dare look at him. Instead, she turns around, clenching the cup in her hands. Tea’s gone cold, she can feel it. She walks over to the kitchen, sets it on the counter. Only then does she sneak a glance over to the couch, and see Alcor has completely disappeared from sight.

Only from sight, though. Marie doesn’t need to look at the wards flickering by the door to feel his presence, his gaze on her. She rubs her eyes and shuffles over to the shoe rack.

“I’m going to get some milk,” she mumbles, to herself as much as to him. “It’ll be fine. Won’t be gone long.”

She shoves her feet - one two

(onetwothree onetwothree onetwothree right left right)

into some already tied sneakers, and heads for the door. The sunlight’s blinding; she squints and shutters her eyes as she stumbles towards the car, feels for the handle…

...the handle?

Oh, right.

Her car’s still at the hospital. Because of course it is.

Goddammit. She glances back at the house, then scowls and starts marching down the pavement. It’s fine. She has legs, she can walk.

Everything is fine.

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Marie walks to the corner store. It’s summer in Southern Arizona; she can feel the sweat beading on her scalp, the shirt sticking to her back, can see the outline of the pavement against her eyelids every time she blinks. The heat is oppressive, pressing down on her, unpleasant, inescapable...

...and utterly ridiculous: she’s hardly been out here five minutes and her skin already feels medium rare. Why does she live here, again? She really does not know.

Pressing her palms to her eyesockets, she lets out an extended groan and turns herself away from the sun. She can feel the plodding of her feet against the concrete, can hear the whoosh of cars going past her; in the shade of her hands, she opens her eyes again and stares down at her shoe.

They go one foot in front of the other, one-two, but she counts them (one-two-three), (right-left-right). A crack in the pavement’s coming up, and she steps left on it because left is bad, she puts all the bad luck in her left leg so nobody dies.

A wry smile, because that’s the kind of thought a sane person has.

(Right left right)

(Make it right)

(loveyouloveyoumoreloveyoumost)

Marie keeps her head down, the sun keeps beating down as she’s walking, her legs keep walking (right-left-right) and she can’t quite stop counting them yet.

As she’s staring down at the pavement, there’s a flicker.

At the very edge of her vision, a figure. It’s gone when she glances its way.

A frown, a tired one. She lingers for a moment, squinting at the opposite street, but it’s nowhere to be seen. Of course it isn’t - it’s not like Alcor going invisible. There’s no hints, no traces of its presence.

There’s nothing to be seen, because it doesn’t exist.

Doesn’t exist. She spots it again - a shadowy flash in the corner of her eye - and her mind flashes back to last night. Dreams. Souls. A thousand specks like stars shimmering on her carpet, bits of other people in you...

No. Stop.

Marie physically shakes her head, tells herself no no, stop, this is just her brain fucking with her. She’s just tired and having a bad day - nothing unusual there. She’ll get the milk, go home, try and sleep this off before work. If she can’t, she’ll call out, but either way it’ll be fine-

Another flicker makes her scowl.

-and she’s not going to play this game. He doesn’t exist, he just doesn’t, and it’s way too hot outside to be standing here thinking about it.

With a huff, she turns around and starts walking to the corner store again; she can see it now, it won’t take much longer. She plods on, and her eyelids burn, and the sun cooks her shoulders, and even though he doesn’t exist, she catches glimpses of a figure on the other side of the street.

Between her and him, the cars are rushing past - shhhhhhooom, that’s the sound they make. When Ben was little, he used to giggle like crazy whenever they imitated it.

“Shhhhhhooooom!”

Laughter. She can hear him now.

“Shhhhhrrooom!”

“Zzzooooom!”

“¡Mira, Ben! Una moto: nyrrrrrrooooooooom - chik chik - NYYYYROOOOO-”

“Oh, the turn! Santino, you missed the turn!”

“...I totally did, didn’t I. Whoops, heh, I got a little too into the game… what’s that, Ben? Are you laughing at me? Eso fue c ómico, ¿eh? ”

Marie snorts and sits back-

but she’s not sitting.

She stumbles back into reality with a yelp, blinks hard as she gets her footing back. Her eyes dart wildly around her surroundings - still on the pavement, still walking, coming up to an intersection now… she decides not to think about what would’ve happened if she’d walked right into the road.

The corner store is just on the other side. She slows and presses the button, and rubs her eyes as she waits to cross. Pointedly ignores that man standing in her periphery.

Cars stop, walking man sign lights up, and she walks away from him.

Into the store, where it’s nice and cool. Bells jingle as she opens the door; a woman looks up from the cash register and smiles at her… something Marie only realises when she’s already stalked past the counter and into the drink aisle.

Oops. She cringes at that while she finds where the milk is. It’s right by the end, and there’s not a big selection. While she stands there, trying to figure out which carton’s reduced fat…

She becomes aware of him again. Not as a flicker in the corner of her eye this time, but a sudden, skincrawling certainty that he’s standing right behind her.

Almost instinctively she looks over her shoulder, and sees nothing but a magazine display. There’s no one else in the aisle with her, but the certainty doesn’t fade. She turns back to the milk and it still feels like he’s inches from her back, like she should be feeling his breath on her neck, his hands on her shoulders, his voice in her ear:

“You look tense, Marie.”

She doesn’t realise she’s got her eyes closed until she catches herself almost falling over. She tries to blink the sleepiness out of her eyes

and that’s when she feels his arms wrap around her shoulders. He hugs her loosely around her neck, and leans on her like he used to - not too much, but enough to feel safe. Comforting. Warm.

Real. It’s exactly like she remembers. His words, exactly like what he used to say.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

With a slow, shaking hand, Marie reaches over her shoulder. She feels for his chin - it feels like it’s resting right there… but there’s nothing.

Nothing.

He doesn’t exist, yet she can feel him squeeze a little tighter. She closes her eyes. Swallows the lump in her throat. Speaks, softer than a whisper.

“Are you real?”

He doesn’t respond immediately. The silence - she can’t bear it long.

“Just tell me if you’re real.” Then hissed through clenched teeth: “ Please. ”

He sighs, and sways her a little bit. Then he speaks.

“Sounds like you had a rough day. I’m sorry."

“That’s not- are you real? Have you been here, this whole time, in my…?” She feels him squeeze again; she tries to shrug him off, but his embrace won’t go away. “Please, just give me an answer. Say yes or no.”

“Do you want to have dinner, or do you just want to go to sleep?” He chuckles. “I made that pasta you and Ben really liked last time. It was a battle to save a plate for you.”

“No, that’s not an answer! Why aren’t you listening to me? You’re- you’re not real. You’re not! You can’t be, okay?” Marie backs up. Grips her hair with white knuckles. “If you were real, you’d talk to me, o-or you’d give me a sign, or anything! Anything, Santino!”

“Okay.” He says. “Goodnight, mi cielito . I love you.”

I love you. She shakes her head at those words, but a part of her still opens her mouth.

“I love you more.”

Her voice, it’s shaky. Watery. He seems to laugh at the sound, and brings her in close.

“I love you most.”

Then he kisses her. He’s there , right in front of her eyes… and yet the more she stares at him, the less real he seems. The less real everything seems; the weight and warmth of his body fades like a dream she’s waking up from, to be replaced with something hard, something cold against her back. She looks for him and suddenly he’s not there, had never been there, had never existed in the first place.

She opens her eyes, and stares at the woman leaning over her. Stares at the fridge doors of the drink aisle looming over her. Stares at the tile she’s lying on.

“...Ma’am? Ma’am?”

The woman from the cash register is shaking her shoulder. She looks up.

“You passed out, are you okay? Do you need to go to the hospital?”

“Hospital…” Marie blinks. “No, I should call out.”

The woman says more words, but at that moment her phone buzzes. She can feel it in her pocket; it’s uncomfortable, pressed against the tile. She sits up and takes it out.

“Oh, I have a text. From Ben.”

“Ma’am?”

She unlocks her phone. “One second, sorry.”

Scrolling over to her text messages, she begins to read:

Hi Mom. Had a great time w you yesterday, hope youre doing well. Would love to meet up again sometime, maybe go and see a movie or something? You can text or call me when youre free and I can make it work. Love you.

There’s a flicker at the edge of her vision as she gets to the end. She sees that, and she feels the hardness of the store tile she’s sitting on, and she thinks this is probably not what Ben meant by ‘doing well’.

A grim smile. She's gone and let him down again, it seems.

#transcendence au #Ben Can't Sleep #toothwrites

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the-socially-awkward-cat · 5 years

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Azrael (Draconian boy ) xGabriela (Human girl)

Gabriela knew things were not good between them. But she didn't wanted to believe he will choose today to broke with her.

He said the typical "I need space, i'm confused... we almost not have time for us" . She knew it was bulshit, she knew he will probably ran in the arms of a girl a lot prettier than her and probably a lot more empty brained. He avoided her like the plague in the last months and he looked every day better (More gym, more expensive clothes, you name it). Gaby ended alone in the park, with her heart broken, trying to calm her anger . `I guess at least i can go for a drink` . She walked into a bar and sat, decided to buy the biggest sugar coated smoothie they had.... and put some vodka on it maybe.

Azrael's head was spinning. He thought a job working as a bartender would be more glamorous than it had turned out to be in his first week. Instead of learning to elegantly craft fancy cocktails he had been forced to haul heavy kegs of beer from the cellar and to dodge crowds of rowdy drunks as best he could while running trays of food and drink to tables the senior barkeeps did not want to bother with. Today he even was sent to break up a fight that was starting up between two belligerent customers arguing over a game of darts. Thankfully Ozzie's unique appearance usually helped with things like this. Throwing himself between the two patrons, the draconian flared his wings out so they could not get to each other and roared for them to behave themselves.... unfortunately his wings knocked into a nearby table, accidentally sending a brightly-colored frozen drink flying into the lovely young lady who had ordered it some minutes ago and spilling it all over her top.

"Oh God! I'm so sorry miss!" He stammered, swearing that the pale blue scales on his face were blushing red as he offered her a towel and prayed that it would not leave a stain.

Gaby froze when she felt the thing in almost slow motion staining all her top shirt. `Oh great... something else can went bad today?... Please Gaby don't be the shitty customer that yells at the waiter... dont...` . Gaby felt the hot tears filling her eyes , her face twisted in sadness and let herself cry like an idiot .

"Its okay.... Its not... Thank you" she said between sobs . She tried to compose herself, at least someone was beginning kind to her today . She followed him .

"Ozzie... Im Gaby" she said and changed, handle him the dirty top . "Sorry for crying... i just had an horrible day, not your fault really "

While he was talking Azrael tossed Gaby's shirt into what was supposed to be an empty washer and closed the lid to start the machine up.

"Would you like a drink or something to eat while you wait?" He offered, smiling for her again in spite of himself.

"Well .... okay" she came for that anyway. Maybe talking (and crying) was the best to feel better . Ordering a new strawberry milk smoothie and siping from time to time, she told him about his day . "... And Im im pretty sure he is with another girl in this instant, i'm not stupid"

" Ozzie... you are fine? you are gonna turn the fire alarm ... " she felt amused , he was too sweet for someone so scary at first sight "Thank you , you are too sweet..."

"You mom its draconian too? I think you are the first draconian i have meet " she smiled at his wink . `Too cute and im such a mess.... `

"Whoa, a knight and a dragon... that's a story to tell ! " her mind tried to take her to cri again but she fighted it . Screw mister perfect she waved her troughs away.

"A knight? Oh no, he's a history professor at the local university." Ozzie laughed. "Maybe-" He was cut off by the buzzer signaling the end of the wash cycle.

"Oh, there is. !" she lamented don't have more excuse to talk the draconian man. He had to work anyway .....

"Oh God! I'm so sorry Gaby! I am such an idiot for not looking!" He cursed himself, hanging g his head I. shame. He just couldn't stop messing up! Now he was bound to have made a lovely lady cry again.

Gaby looked at the man and the now pink top .... and she couldn't help laugh. it was a good laugh, she had to hold her belly "Oh god, Ozzie" she laughed again "Don't worry .... " she breath deep "You made me laugh , that's more that i can ask " she said to the mortified draconian.

"Im freelancer , i can fix my schedule no problem " she smiled "Thank you Ozzie. i will give you back this tomorrow" she grabbed her things and the now pink shirt. She gave him a quick peek on the cheek "Thanks for cheering me up ! You are a great guy "

"It's a date!"

To be continue....

#exophilia #monster boyfriend #monsters #my post

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toomanysurveys9 · 5 years

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Who did you last have over your house, why were they there?

i didn’t have her over, but the last person to come here that doesn’t already live here was my aunt mary.. she was picking up my grandparents to go get lunch, and then she also dropped off a housewarming present for jacob and me... it was a nice welcome mat because the one we had was already ripping up..

What was the last thing to piss you off?

jacob last night. i have literally told people how i was planning on people getting to meet eliana since at least halfway through my pregnancy and he waited three days before i was due to originally start this fight, and again yesterday on my due date, which was six days before induction. i’m so excited to meet ellie, but i really am dreading the probable fight jacob and i will get in, right after i give birth to our daughter. but as i’ve said, i feel strongly that since his family got to hold wy first last time and my parents were shoved to the side, it’s only fair they get to hold ellie first. especially since my mom has been my biggest support and i know she will be when i am in labor and giving birth too.

Recently, who in your house has gotten on your nerves the most?

jacob. that’s probably pretty obvious. lol.

What all has pissed you off today, if anything at all?

nothing has pissed me off so far today. thankfully.

Out of all of your friends who have you gotten in the worst fight with?

jacob, even though we’re way more than friends.

Who was the last person to have to deal with you having an attitude?

jacob. ha.

If you had $100 dollars, how would you spend it?

probably on wy, ellie, phe, and cocoa.

What’s something you would love to have happen right now?

go into labor. lol.

You were given the opportunity to get a new cellular device, what do you choose?

i don’t want, or need, a new phone. i just have to get the screen fixed at some point.

Which of your classes in school is most capable of killing a good mood for you?

i hated all math classes.

How nice of a person are you, honestly?

i think i am pretty nice. the only time that changes is when people decide to keep pushing me and i eventually break.

What good things have happened today?

baby cuddles. and we are going to get yummy food soon!

Is there anyone of your preferred sex who tends to mess with your head?

jacob does i guess a little sometimes.

What have you recently gotten the most compliments on?

baby bump. ha.

Do you and your best friend(s) act the same, or are very different from each other?

we are pretty different.

Is there something you should be doing right now, besides this survey?

i should brush my hair but whatever.

What would your last name be if you were married to the last person that texted you?

last person to text me was my brother, so no thanks. ha.

Have you ever made out in a bathroom?

yeah. in the shower.

Ever physically fought with member of the opposite sex?

just playing around.

Ever walked in on your friends having sex?

no. thank god.

Ever kissed a friend’s crush?

i have not.

How was your day overall?

i mean. not much to say so far. but i’m hoping for a good day.

Has anyone ever called cops on you?

no. never had reason to.

Do you swallow gum when you’re finished?

no. i would never intentionally swallow gum. that’s gross.

Ever had a best friend of the opposite sex?

yeah.

Is there anyone that doesn’t like you?

ha. yeah. jacob’s sister, and everyone on his dad’s side.

Does your Facebook password have to do with a person?

nope.

Where was the last place you fell asleep other than your bed?

i honestly don’t remember.

What’s your current problem?

nothing i want to talk about. ha.

If something was wrong who is the first girl you would go to?

either kayla or my mom. depending what it is. or i would just keep it to myself.

Can you play pool?

not well, no.

Are you more of a coffee or alcohol drinker?

coffee these days. not that i really drink coffee either.

Do you have a member of the opposite sex you can tell everything to?

not even close.

Is there someone who meant a lot to you at one point, and isn’t around now?

there are a lot of people like that.

Do you blush easily?

i do. and it’s horrible. people always give me shit about it.

Do you fall asleep while texting someone often?

no because i never have people to text. lol.

Do you like the last person you kissed?

most days.

How many piercings do you have?

i know the first piercings on my ear lobes are still open. that’s probably it.

Do you usually say sorry first?

yup. i do.

Have you ever fallen asleep in someone’s arms?

many times. but i usually end up too hot and move.

Are your nails painted right now?

they’re pretty much never painted.

Do you pick out your outfits in advance?

nope. i just grab clothes and go most of the time. only time i plan it out is if there is some special thing going on.

Did you check how many calories the last thing you ate had?

nope.

What do you dislike about your smile?

gums.

Do you find the opposite sex confusing?

sometimes. but i find the same sex confusing sometimes too.

Would you rather your partner have gorgeous eyes or a gorgeous smile?

both. but i’m more drawn to gorgeous eyes i guess.

What do you think about hair extensions?

i wouldn’t want them, but that is just me.

Can you sleep with the TV or any lights on?

no. i like darkness.

Have you ever kissed in the snow?

i mean. probably.

Have you ever liked a football player?

i was going to say no, but i’m pretty sure chris used to play football. that was YEARS ago. lol.

Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?

no.

Have you ever kissed anyone whose name started with a B, R, L, K, C, or G?

nope. not romantically anyways. i’ve kissed family members with those initials.

Has the last person you kissed taken their shirt off in front of you?

yeah. many time.

Has anyone told you they don’t want to ever lose you?

kind of.

Are you good at hiding your feelings?

i’m getting pretty good at it again, except when the pregnancy hormones get to me.

Is there someone that you believe you will always be attracted to?

i mean, probably. i’ve been attracted to him over ten years so far.

Do you have something in your room that you never want to get ruined?

well, yes.

What do you want the most right now?

dinner rolls from logan’s steakhouse. ha.

Is this week gonna be fun?

it’s probably going to be long since i’m going to the hospital to hopefully be induced on thursday morning.

BlackBerry or iPhone?

neither.

Who were the last two girls you texted?

i sent a group text to jade and jon, and then i texted kayla last night.

Do they mean anything to you?

yeah. jade is my brother’s girlfriend and she’s like a sister to me at this point, and kayla is kind of my best friend.

Do you remember the last boy you texted?

my brother. he was in the same group message as jade.

What did you do last night?

just hung out at home.

Look in your call log; who was your last missed call from?

doctor’s office. it was just an appointment reminder.

In the last six months, can you say you truly cared about someone?

of course.

Could you handle living together with the last person who texted you?

honestly. i’m not so sure anymore. lol. jon and i obviously lived together growing up, and that was pretty rocky. i think we get along better when we don’t live all together. and jade would probably drive me nuts when she acts like mom to my kids. love her though.

Ever been called babe/baby?

yup. not often anymore. but yup.

Have you ever made a difference in someone’s life?

i mean, i would like to think so but at the same time, i doubt it.

Next time you will kiss someone on the lips?

i don’t really plan it.

Do you think you’ve changed much over the past year?

i think so, yeah.

Did you see your best friend today?

i mean. i guess since i’ve seen jacob. i will see kayla later today too.

If someone liked you, what would be the best way to let you know?

i mean, at this point it would be pointless. i’m married and i’m not interested in anyone else. even if i were single, after everything i’ve dealt with, i probably wouldn’t be interested in anyone else. not for a long time anyways.

What is the stupidest thing you have ever done?

probably self-injury.

Do you like someone?

i wouldn’t still be with him if i didn’t love him.

Would you rather be called hot, cute, or beautiful?

beautiful.. but i know i’m not.

Did you wake up before 8 AM this morning?

i did actually.

Do you wear eyeliner?

when i wear makeup, yes.

What’s something that’s bothering you?

erin is being whiny already and she’s going with us today, and that’s going to get annoying quick.

When was the last time you smiled?

just now because of the kids.

Do you think dances (prom, homecoming, etc.) are fun or lame?

i mean, the couple i went to, i had fun. but they’re also a little lame. haha. i think that’s part of the experience though. :p

Do you wear pants or skirts more often?

pants. i pretty much never wear skirts.

Are you online 24/7?

i am not. i have other things to do.

Does it bother you when people never answer their cell phones?

depends who it is and why i’m calling them.

Who was the last person you kissed?

jacob.

Are you wearing anything borrowed from a friend?

i am not.

Did anything exciting happen today?

nope. probably not.

What was the last non-alcoholic beverage you drank?

milk with my cereal.

Is your hair long enough to pull over your face like a mustache?

it is. i used to do that a lot as a kid. i thought it was hilarious. i was lame. still am i guess. lol.

Do you ever find yourself making up survey questions throughout the day?

i do not.

What was the last thing you tried for the first time?

i think some kind of shrimp, i don’t remember what kind. but i didn’t like it.

The last thing you said out loud: How loud were you speaking?

just my normal voice.

What was the last thing you learned?

i’m an idiot? ha.

Which holidays do you decorate your house for, if any?

none so far. but i want to decorate for halloween and christmas by next year! and this year we will at least have a tree to decorate!

How often do you visit your relatives?

rarely. and they rarely visit us too.

#survey #surveys #personal #question #questions #random

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unofficialghosthunters · 7 years

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STORYTIME KIDDOS

My name is Ev Fleming, and this is my final will and testament…

Just kidding!! But like, I am dying a little bit. And yes, there is a story behind this. Buckle the fuckle up kids, it’s a long one.

So like, T and I finally met Meridel (the gal who runs @ghostsofwesterburg) the other night at Denny’s and it was super cool she’s super nice and answered my questions (side note: Meri and T wouldn’t let me get coffee :^( )

And T just kinda hung out cause shes a square (i still love her though) and it was all good.

And then this dude shows up out of nowhere and greets us with “what’s up, dicklords” or something like that (honestly my memory of that night is fucked) and introduced himself as kurt kelly, one of the ghosts!!! He was possessing some dude but it’s nbd.

He answered some of my questions and was super chill and gave me some good answers about being a ghost (don’t become a ghost it’s not fun kids) and was all around a cool guy.

And then this other lady showed up and introduced herself as Heather Chandler and b o y this is where things get dicey.

So I’m talking to Heather and I may have accidentally insulted her literacy, but I am a child and I was too excited to think about my words (side note: really sorry about that Heather, I didn’t mean to offend) and then I accidentally pissed her off more somehow and she broke a glass telekinetically or something.

And also turned my glass of milk blue.

I didn’t notice right away because I’m still talking to an Oedipus (lmao) ghost and it’s so cool you guys, you have no idea. Ghosts are real and y’all can fight me.

I’m getting off track.

(T is editing this because I’m half dead and it’s really funny)

So T and Meri are freaked out by the broken glass and no one noticed the blue milk untIL I WAS DRINKING IT

AND THEN

CHANDLER’S POSSESSED BODY COLLAPSES, LIGHTS GO OUT, AND SOMEONE SCREAMED (it may have been T) someone says to call 911 and oNLY THEN DO I NOTICE THE MILK IS BLUE

AND EVERYTHING GOES TO HELL

It was great I felt like I was gonna hurl and ended up in T’s lap at some point???????? I didn’t throw up but my sight and hearing were fucked and I couldn’t do anything.

It was terrifying, you guys. I have no idea what that milk actually was but I was hallucinating, I blacked out twice, and when I came to I was in the hospital.

Before I blacked out I briefly remember talking to T? But that’s it.

So someone called 911 because I woke up in a hospital with a shit-ton of medical equipment hooked up to me. T and my parents were nearby and they noticed I was awake and helped me drink some water which I promptly threw up (d e l i g h t f u l).

I blacked out after that.

Technically it’s day one of my stay here, but I hate it already. There’s nothing to do.

Also I’m horribly ill. I can hardly eat, drink, or move without throwing up, and I can barely stay awake for more than fifteen minutes. Writing this was difficult.

If not for the IVs and whatever I’d be horribly dehydrated.

No one aside from T and my parents has visited me and I’m bored as hell, but I gotta be here for a little bit, so I guess I’m stuck being bored.

It’s not a big deal though I can hardly stay awake anyway so like? I dunno I’m lonely.

But anyway, that’s what happened and it’s great!! Hopefully, I’ll be able to talk to Meridel again about what happened. Oh, and the ghosts.

Wooo, so I’m all done finally. Catch y’all on the flipside.

-Ev

#sorry for the delay you guys #ive been busy dying lmao

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kellyzeagman · 4 years

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Hello hello

In 2 days I will officially have 1 MONTH LEFT. 4 weeks sounds better, 30 days sounds even better. Two girls from my team leave tomorrow (the 5th). So happy for them to get to go home, but honestly it’s going to be really sad to see them go. We got really close. Sydney is from Halifax so perhaps our paths will cross again, but Vera lives all the way in Russia so who knows if we will ever meet again, I really hope we can. Two great girls gone at the same time. Also it’s a bit sad in the sense that them leaving makes everyone else want to leave as well. We are all jealous. Our team of 12 has stayed the same since October. No new people and no one has left. My boss and other co workers have said they have never had a group stay the same for so long, because on bigger ships and ships with different itineraries, teams change up all the time, even every 2 weeks. Some ships even have 30+ youth staff, whereas we just had a tight group of 12. So, this has been so great getting to know everyone for 4 months without changes. Two new girls from England will be coming on the 5th to replace them. It will be nice to meet new people and have a bit of change, but the two leaving will definitely be missed! I feel very lucky to have been a part of such a strong team that all gets along and works well together.

Anyways, I guess cruise ship life is filled with lots of quick hellos and goodbyes, only this time you don’t know if you’ll ever see them again. It’s going to be so weird when they leave, considering we all spend every waking minute together. Working, eating, going out, drinking, hanging out at ports, relaxing, etc.. you see them all day every day. I guess I’m just not used to people leaving yet whereas everyone else is. The 5th is our biggest turnaround day yet. 200 people signing off, and 200 people signing on. They also said it’s the biggest cruise so far in terms of provisions (loading on/off). Think of how much food and drink and other supplies will be needed for 2 weeks, crazy. When I say turnaround day, I’m referring to the day that all the people from the previous cruise leave, and a few hours hours later all the new people from the next cruise come one it’s QUITE the operation. I can’t believe people leave and come on all in a matter of hours. Last guests usually get off around 9:30, then people can start coming on around 10:30/11:30. Insane.

We have now completed our 3 day and 2 day cruises. Still seems like such a waste of man power/ resources/ fuel to have people on for this short of time. I thought it would have been a lot crazier, but it wasn’t too bad. The kids were definitely not the best behaved. Quick and cheap cruise= no cares. We now move onto our 2 week cruise. Thankfully, I think there’s only 300ish kids and half of them are teenagers. It should make for a more relaxing and less stressful time. However, the 2 week cruise is already starting off on a rough note and it doesn’t even start till tomorrow. Two of our ports (Lifou and Mare) are not letting any cruises stop for the time being because of the coronavirus. Purely just for their safety, if it ever reached these islands and spread, it would be so horrible because they have very little resources and medical care. So, it’s to protect them. For us though, we’ve had to change some things around.

Now because of the 2 cancelled ports, we had to add another port to the schedule and they’ve actually turned it into an overnight stay. Luganville, Vanuatu. It’s such a questionable place to have an overnight. Usually, overnights happen in European places where there’s a lot of stuff near the ship and great night life, where people can walk off and explore and party and then walk back on whenever. We have been to luganville one other time last minute because of a change in schedule and there’s really noooooothing there. It’s about a 15 minute walk to the “downtown” which is so incredibly poor and rundown. And not to be judgemental, but if anyone took that 15 minute walk at night during the overnight to go downtown for god knows what, I feel like it would be pretty dangerous. It will be interesting. There’s a lot of cool places/beaches to drive to during the day, but night time is gonna be a bit sketch. We shall see. I won’t be getting off at night. Guests probably aren’t going to be very happy, so hopefully they just decide to not come. ;) the kid count just got printed off and there will only be about 133 kids which is AMAZING. I’m sure they will still be just as loud and competitive as ever.

Aussie kids are a different breed. The sound of 6-11 year old boys screaming “YOU’RE OUT” during ball games will truly echo in my head until the day I die. It sounds more like “uuurrrrr aaauuutt”. It’s the most annoying thing in the world and happens constantly for 9 hours of my day almost every day. I really do think that they are very different than Canadian kids that I’ve worked/volunteered/interacted with. It will be interesting coming home to see how different they really are and compare. Lots of my friends are saying the Australian kids we’ve had this contract are the toughest kids they’ve ever had to deal with. They definitely aren’t as chill or laid back as I thought they would be. There’s also endless amounts of kids considered “special attention” meaning ADHD, anxiety etc.. again, people say more than any other countries they have done. Now that I’m finishing this up, I feel I can do anything. My Russian friend was part of the nursery staff. We all rotate age groups, but there’s 2 girls who spend 95% of their time in the nursery. Now that she’s gone, I am the one taking her spot in the nursery, as I’ve been the one spending most of the time in the nursery when one of the two girls are off. I’m excited because babies and toddlers are super cute. It’s stressful In different ways compared to the 3-11 year olds. You can have up to 8 babies in the nursery.

On turnaround day after the 3 day cruise I had the entire day off. This was probably going to be my last full day to explore Sydney, so I decided to do the hop on hop off bus tour. Of course, it was pouring rain. But rain never killed nobody so I still went. I brought a rain jacket and sat alone at the top with my hood on, still great. I only got off at bondi beach, where I spent about 3 or 4 hours. When I got there it was so incredibly cloudy, but it’s still quite the sight to see. First thing first I went to the nearest vegan joint where I could stuff my face. I went to a savoury vegan pie place, absolutely amazing. Got mashed potatoes, gravy, two pies and an Oreo milk shake. ALSO the cafes dog sat beside me the entire time I ate, which was SO nice because before this, I had only interacted with one dog in the last 4 months, which was a stray on the beach. This one was nice and clean and friendly and was so nice to actually pet and hangout with a dog. 2 dogs in 4 months for a brief amount of time is sad. It was everything I didn’t know I needed. I will think about that meal until I get to come home. The food situation on the ship is still so unfortunate for me, so any food that isn’t what I eat every day at the mess is amazing to me. If you want a bit of an idea, this is it. The ship hardly has any vegetarian options, let alone vegan. Every day they have a vegetarian table with 4 options. 98% of the time it is a creamy soup and some sort of casserole with cheese or cream, so can’t have either of those. The other 2 are almost always steamed cauliflower, or ratatouille. I’m done with both, I’ve had it too many times. Aside from that vegetarian specialty table, there’s some other things throughout the mess. I pretty much switch up between pasta, rice, salad, peanut butter sandwiches, roast potatoes, cereal and cucumbers every day. I’m reallllllyyyy over it. So I try and go crazy on food every time I get off in Sydney.

ANYWAYS- After lunch at bondi I walked to length of the beach watching the surfers while walking through the incredibly cold water. There’s a reason they all wore wet suits. The sand was soooo nice and soft, probably the nicest I’ve ever walked on. I had so much time there that I debated booking a surfing lesson but had no bathing suit or towel. I will definitely come back to do it one day in my life!! The area of Bondi itself is so hip and laid back. Everyone is SO beautiful and I felt out of place as I was soaking wet like a drenched rat in my raincoat while they were all in their surf and beach attire. It was probably the coolest place I’ve ever been in the sense of atmosphere and vibes. I didn’t feel cool enough to be there, especially alone hahaha. Loads of backpackers and tourists. Tons of surf shops, souvenirs stores and cafes/restaurants. I imagine it is a very prestigious place to live and super expensive. The views/locations around bondi have to be some of the best/most expensive in the world. I would love to spend a few days there to truly soak in the atmosphere, though I did pretty much everything in under 4 hours. Love you Bondi!!

Hmm what else to say. That girl who I said was coming from China and gonna be confined for 2 weeks isn’t coming anymore because they aren’t sending Chinese people anymore. However, they did end up sending back the same captain that we had during the Asian season and he is from China. He is confined to his room for 2 weeks, but his room is enormous and has all the bells and whistles, so I don’t feel too bad. OH, I finally have a new roommate, I don’t remember if I said this last time. Solo living has officially come to an end. She’s from Indonesia and works for housekeeping. She’s very quiet but has worked on ships before, she looks to be around my age. We work opposite shifts most times. She usually works during the night while I’m sleeping, and she sleeps during the day while I work. It’s been good, but I definitely miss having my own room, though I still kind of feel like I do because we hardly see each other.

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