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sunnyside-sunset · 2 months

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qsmp egg assigned songs again but im giving up on it and shoving it here because i cant be bothered working on it anymore so its probably really inaccurate and biased thats my bad

i encourage criticism!!! its the only way i get better and it gives me a better understanding of the eggs i dont know very well since i dont know much about a lot of them!!!! more accurate song recs are also very welcome ^^

QSMP EGG SONGS (updated) (long post)

TALLULAH: Goodbye My Danish Sweetheart by Mitski / Here Comes A Thought from Steven Universe

“And I don't blame you

If you want to bury me in your memory

I'm not the girl I ought to be, but

Maybe when you tell your friends

You can tell them what you saw in me

And not the way I am

And I don't mean to make your heart blue

But could we be what we're meant to be?

I'm just about to beg you, please

And then, when you tell your friends

You can tell them what you saw in me

And not the way I used to be”

“Here comes a thought that might alarm me

What someone said and how it harmed me

Something I did that failed to be charming

Things that I said are suddenly swarming

And, oh, I'm losing sight, I'm losing touch

All these little things seem to matter so much

That they confuse me

That I might lose me”

BOBBY: Mi Último Deseo by Banda Los Recoditos / Mother’s Song from Wolf Children

“Me gustan los parties y las desveladas

Lunes a Domingo y toda la semana

Me la paso alegre y disfruto la vida

Y así seguiré hasta mi último día

Me gusta el desmadre, el ambiente me prende

Yo así soy feliz, no le temo a la muerte

Yo no pienso en eso, es tiempo perdido

Pues nadie se escapa de nuestro destino”

“泣きはらした目で膝を抱える

訳を聞かせてすべて話して

だいじょうぶどこへも行かないよ

なにがあってもいっしょにいるよ

あなたの笑った顔が好きよ

落ち込んでいても元気をくれる

ルルルルルルおいで歌歌おうよ

うおおんうおおんおいでのど鳴らそうよ”

SUNNY: Sunny by Boney M / What if they’re right from Bob’s Burgers

“Sunny, yesterday my life was filled with rain

Sunny, you smiled at me and really eased the pain

The dark days are gone

And the bright days are here

My Sunny one shines so sincere

Sunny one so true, I love you”

“Feels like

Something's wrong with me

And they know it

They took one look my way and exposed it

I'm ready to give up the fight

And just admit that they are right.”

RAMÓN: Talk to You by Ricky Montgomery / John, Take Me With You by JW Francis

“Been a pretty long time

Been a really long time

Sincе you saw me last

Since I saw you last

Wonder if wе met today

Would you turn and walk away?

Would you take me for a ride?

Would you toss me to the side?”

“Do you want your time alone?

You're the place I feel at home

I'll be roaming

I've got my phone

And you call when you feel all right

And you can call when you feel all right

And you can call when you feel all right”

DAPPER: you are my sunshine by Christina Perri but specifically sung by BadBoyHalo / Black Hair by Alex G

“You are my sunshine

My only sunshine

You make me happy

When skies are gray

You'll never know, dear

How much I love you

Please don't take

My sunshine away

The other night, dear

As I lay sleeping

I dreamed I held you

In my arms

When I awoke, dear

I was mistaken

So I hung my head and I cried”

“Black hair it's swimming in my head

Black hair it's bigger than death

Black hair don't leave me in the dirt

Black hair I'll show you what I'm worth”

LEONARDA: memories by Maki Otsuki / Cop Car by Mitski

“Moshi mo sekai ga kawaru no nara

Nanimo shiranai koro no watashi ni

Tsurete itte omoide ga

Iro asenai you ni

Chisana koro kara uta o utatte

Yume miru kokoro atatameteta

Minna de maneshita himitsu no merodei

Kondo wa jouzu ni kikoeru you ni”

“I get mean when I'm nervous like a bad dog

I get mean when I'm nervous like a bad dog”

CHAYANNE: When I Grow Up from Matilda the Musical / Today Today by Jack Stauber

“When I grow up, when I grow up (When I grow up)

I will be strong enough to carry all

The heavy things you have to haul

Around with you when you're a grown-up

And when I grow up, when I grow up (When I grow up)

I will be brave enough to fight the creatures

That you have to fight beneath the bed

Each night to be a grown-up”

“Today, today is one of those days

That carries you slowly into next time

And as those walk by, you see with your eye

Part of me is repeatedly given”

JUANAFLIPPA: Everything Stays from Adventure Time / Sarah by Alex G

“Everything stays right where you left it

Everything stays

But it still changes

Ever so slightly, daily and nightly

In little ways, when everything stays”

“I can't be what you need

I am stuck in a dream

Don't you know she's been here all along in a dream?

She belongs in a dream”

PEPITO: スマイリーを探して by Seranji Poji / Dubidubidu(Chipi Chipi Chapa Chapa) by Christell (pepito is this 🤏🤏 small to me)

“(Where is my friend Smiley?)

（｀Δ´）！

君の名前はきっとスマイリー

(♡˙︶˙♡)

(Mm～ Have you seen Smiley?)

(∩˃o˂∩)♡

僕が勝手につけました

♡´･ᴗ･`♡

(Where is my friend Smiley?)

♡＼(￣▽￣)／♡

探してる友達のスマイリー

☆*:.｡.o(≧▽≦)o.｡.:*☆

(He-hey! Where is Smiley? His name is Smiley!)

。.:☆*:･'(*⌒―⌒*)))”

“Si tú quieres bailar, jugar, pintar, cantar

Tú puedes venir a mi casa

La idea es compartir, te vas a divertir

Si quieres venir a mi casa

Quiero invitar a jugar a mi casa

A todas mis amigas y amigos

Quiero saltar y bailar

Y lo que tengo, compartir contigo”

EMPANADA: Escapism from Steven Universe / No More Birthdays by Sophie May / Sweet Tooth by Maya Hawke (im not biased idk what you mean)

“I guess I have to face

That in this awful place

I shouldn't show a trace of doubt

But pulled against the grain

I feel a little pain

That I would rather do without

I'd rather be

Free, free, free

I'd rather be

Free, free, free

From here”

“My baby don’t cry

She just sleeps through the night

She don’t fuss, she don’t wine

She stays perfectly quiet

But while I watch her grow (I watch her grow)

My poor heart grows a hole

Oh, Lord, say (Say it ain't so) it ain't so

Can't you please make an exception? I've got good intentions

I just crave protection for my ball of perfection”

“Told my mother that I love her

And that I'd lie to the accountant if she wants

I'll do whatever to protect her

I'll say anything just to make her stop

I saw a movie everybody hated

In an empty theatre in Duluth

Swear I really loved it

Love is such a better thing to do

I'm grateful for everything you put me through

It's the only reason I'm any good to talk to

When I'm sick or suffering, I'll still call you

About my big, sore sweet tooth”

POMME: Enfance 80 by Mattyeux, Videoclub / Mai by Videoclub / Class of 2013 by Mitski

“J'ai touché l'enfance dans mes doigts encore feutrés

Ressassé cette histoire comme si je l'avais rencontrée

La vraie belle nouveauté, c'est celle qui ne vieillit pas

Celle qui nous garde le ciel pastel, l'orage quand il fait froid

Je laisse aux autres les demains

Moi, je prends que les maintenant

Si c'est pour penser la fin

Compte sur mes rêves d'enfant

Je laisse aux autres les demains

Moi, je prends que les maintenant

Si c'est pour penser la fin

Compte sur mes rêves d'enfant”

“M'envoler dans la pluie

Déchirer mes copies

Échanger ces regards et pouvoir rentrer très tard

J'aurais dû sauver le jour pour t'offrir la nuit

Tes yeux regards hagards, essaye j'ai ma part

J'aurais pu, j'aurais dû

Oublier voir l'été

Entre tes doigts

Moi je les vois

Les couleurs d'autrefois”

“Mom, am I still young?

Can I dream for a few months more?”

TILÍN: Mama’s Boy by Dominic Fike / I Miss My Mum by Cavetown

“How do my plans fit in with yours? (Oh)

You're such a doll and I'm a boy

Where did my parents go? (Oh, oh)

I'm not in Italy

They like vacation homes much more than they love me”

“The sun feels nice

Through the window with a view

It's fine bein' a person

'Cause I got to meet you, ooh

Buddy

You just need to find home

And I think maybe

You just miss your mum”

TRUMP: I Wait for You by Alex G / O Superman by Laurie Anderson

“It's what I do

I wait for you

I wait for you”

“So hold me, Mom, in your long arms

So hold me, Mom, in your long arms

In your automatic arms, your electronic arms

In your arms

So hold me, Mom, in your long arms

Your petrochemical arms, your military arms

In your electronic arms”

RICHARLYSON: Velha Infância by Tribalistas / Boys Will Be Bugs by Cavetown

“Você é assim

Um sonho pra mim

E quando eu não te vejo

Eu penso em você

Desde o amanhecer

Até quando eu me deito

Eu gosto de você

E gosto de ficar com você

Meu riso é tão feliz contigo

O meu melhor amigo é o meu amor”

“The other boys at school

Think it's cool to hate your parents

But they're lying all the time

The bugs advised that I should let 'em

And if you wanna cry

Make sure that they never see it

Or even better yet

Block it out and never feel it

I just turned 14

And I think I know everything”

CHUNSIK / 춘식: Water Island from My Singing Monsters

“The ocean's deep

The currents strong

Right here I found where I belong

It's all around

Can you feel the sound?

I'm alright now

Cool, calm, and clear like water

I'll make it somehow

I'll go with the flow like water”

HOPE: Any Day Now by Bo Burnham / Last Words of a Shooting Star by Mitski

“It'll stop any day now (any day now, any day now)

It'll stop any day now (any day now, any day now)

It'll stop any day now (any day now, any day now)”

“They'll never know how I'd stared at the dark in that room

With no thoughts

Like a blood-sniffing shark

And while my dreams made music in the night

Carefully

I was going to live”

GEGG: Things To Do by Alex G

“Hold on tight to this time, this place

'Cause everything you know will be erased

You were born inside your head

And that is where you'll be when you are dead

You are just a boy you are no man and

Nobody you know will understand

You are just a boy you are no man and

Nobody you know will understand”

there is so much alex g in this list im so sorry 😭😭

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lovecanyon · 2 years

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pls do a band!y/n post for a stadium show

INSTAGRAM BLURB

harry x band!y/n

MASTERLIST | PATREON

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harryflorals HARRY AND Y/N IN MANCHESTER YESTERDAY!

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harryfan4 stop it please

harryfan6 CRYING MYSELF TO SLEEP

harryfan8 she’s living the life and she knows it 😭

harryfan3 they are literally so cute, i love them together

harryfan10 right?! harry seems so happy with her!!!

harryfan7 the way they are grabbing onto each other

harryfan9 i have ascended

harryfan11 just them kissing makes everyone go insane

harryfan13 exactly…like don’t they have a child together?

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ynupdates Y/N and Harry today! via deuxmoi

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harryfan15 when will it be my turn 💔

harryfan17 Y/N IS TOUCHING HARRY’S NOSE I’M CRYING

harryfan19 this makes me wanna scream

harryfan16 they guy in the background is literally me right now

harryfan18 harry and y/n were with the band omg 🫶

harryfan20 just y/n’s presence makes the world collapse

harryfan22 they are literally soulmates…😭

harryfan25 oh congratulations *cries*

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loveontournews Y/N on stage tonight.

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harryfan24 oh my god she’s so pretty

hrryfan26 EVERYONE DIED

harryfan28 i don’t know if i wanna be her or be with her…

harryfan25 *faints*

harryfan27 y/n has done it again 😭

harryfan29 SHE’S SANG MATILDA AND IS SINGING LATE NIGHT TALKING RIGHT NOW!

harryfan31 what?!? i will cry

harryfan33 harry letting her sing is so iconic of him

harryfan30 y/n supremacy

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stylesdaily Y/N SANG MATILDA AND LATE NIGHT TALKING TONIGHT!

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harryfan35 going feral for her

harryfan37 SHE LITERALLY HAS HARRY’S RING ON!!!! 😭

harryfan39 i would write two albums about her too

harryfan36 imagine being in harry styles band and also have his child…

harryfan40 y/n is the moment

harryfan42 the way the crowd cheered for her more than harry

harryfan45 she’s so true for that

harryfan41 y/n’s singer era??? 🙏

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yourinstagram such a rockstar.

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harryfan43 she is so supportive, i love her

harryfan44 Y/N BEING A ROCKSTAR GF AND THE ROCKSTARS GUITARIST AT THE SAME TIME 🙏

harrystyles Darling I love you so much. Don’t know what I’d do without you.

yourinstagram i love you very much sue!

harryfan46 they are so adorable, it’s sick

harryfan48 fruit man and y/n stan account 💞

billieeilish this relationship makes me so happy

harryfan50 harry lambert said on twitter the cherry on harry’s shirt was for his daughter 😭

harryfan53 I’M SOBBING HE’S SO CUTE

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harrystyles My forever muse.

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harryfan51 imagine harry styles posting you

harryfan54 SHE IS AN ICON, SHE IS A LEGEND AND SHE IS THE MOMENT

yourinstagram h, i appreciate every single thing you do for me. i love you.

harrystyles I love you more my darling.

harryfan56 i am sleeping on the highway 🧎‍♀️

pillowpersonpp my angel!

harryfan58 them posting each other is so cute 😭

brittany_broski i live for the y/n content

harryfan55 harry’s so down bad for y/n 🤭

yourinstagram via stories

tag list : @harrysmatcha @harryspinkpillow @helen-with-an-a @florencepughily @peterparkerbae @toji-dabi-wife @fallonx @drphilssoulmate @cherriesrae @alienorknight @valluvsu @ivegotparticulartaste @ayeshathestyles @hazgoldenstyles @eiffelmezarry @tsukishimawhore @renatavieira @michellekstyles @eleanordaisy @shawnsblue @academiaghosts @japanchrry @agustdpeach @hannahnikohl @hrryscherrys @whoscamila @ch3rryrry @msolbesg @newyorker14 @futuristicpalacegardenpsychic @youusunshineyoutemptress @eunoiamaa @kaitieskidmore1 @gublerscherry @cherryfragrancx @ssuziess @milkiane @teenidlemuse @golden-hoax @flwrmuse @leah2002 @sunshinemendes8 @your--sweetest--downfall @melllinaa @iluvjj @bisouma @tenaciousperfectionunknown @cashtons-wife @harryistheonlyoneforme @stellarossii

#harry styles x reader #dad!harry #harry styles #harry styles au #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x you #boyfriend!harry #harry styles fake social media #harry styles fake ig #harry styles fake instagram #harry styles blurb

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fastlikealambo · 2 years

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thank you for the votes and the likes on lady applejack sent me! while I still have the steam, here’s the first chapter for fall of 94, coming to tumblr posts and direct to video streaming near you! i might post a preview for for whom the bell tolls too today so be on the lookout for that :)

Fall of 94′: Eddie Munson x Black Reader Chapter 1

summary:

it’s been nearly 8 years since the events of hawkins and out of the entire party, the only one to stay behind is the one and only eddie munson. with a five year old daughter in tow, his life is a simple one, still trying to escape the dark cloud over him that never went away.

but when all too familiar hellish events start happening again eddie must team up with his daughter’s favorite and mysterious new teacher to protect his little girl and the town he owes nothing to.

warnings: violence, gore, religious trauma, soft dom! eddie, praise kink, smut to end all smut, hawkins indiana is a warning to me. minors dni

yall are not ready for dilf! eddie

also side note: should i give our reader powers? kinda like what would happen if miss honey in matilda also had powers- let me know!

“One, two, three, eyes on me! ” You called out to your students who looked in your direction, bouncing in their seats.

“One, two, eyes on you!” They responded back, happy chatter falling into silence. Only two weeks into the school year but you already had a good feeling about your classroom full of sweet rambunctious kids eager to learn.

It wasn’t a mistake to move to Hawkins, you’d be safe here, and you deserved a happy new life doing the one thing you’ve always wanted to do.

Didn’t you?

“We’re being such good listeners today! We’ve got about thirty minutes before lunch so let’s work on our spelling. Would anyone like to help me pass out our workbooks?”

A tiny hand shoots up before everyone else as Rosie Munson all but rockets out of her seat at the prospect of passing out the torn workbooks.

“ Thank you for volunteering Rosie, come on down.”

A flash of pigtails, a band tee, and a tutu over jeans nearly barrel into you as the kindergartner skids to stop in front of you.

“You can give them all to me, I’m strong enough!” She proclaimed, taking the stack bigger than her into her arms and rushing away before you could take some.

“It’s okay if you don’t remember but yesterday we were working on the letter B so we’re gonna keep going-

An odd sensation crept up the back of your spine, causing you to break the chalk with a loud snap, but you try to recover from the weirdness so as to not scare a room of five year olds.

But something didn’t feel right.

“So we’re try B from the very top and-

“Miss, Rosie won’t give me my workbook!”

“ Rosie, do you need help?” You ask over your shoulder, fetching a new piece of chalk but turn around immediately when you get no response.

Rosie stood frozen in place in the middle of the aisle, staring out the window.

“ Rosie, are you alright sweetie? ”

She said nothing, lifting her hand to point out the window.

You follow her gaze to see what appears to be a dark cloud over the sunny september sky.

A large, fast moving cloud.

Birds.

A big wet thump on the windowpane makes you all gasp and you barely have enough time to grab Rosie out of harm’s way before every single window shattered.

“Everyone get down! Get down now!” You yelled over your students' screams, shielding as many of them as you can while the others hid under their desks. You can hear it happening all over the building, the flapping of wings and screaming before it all stops. The cries die down to whimpers as you take in the scene of your terrified students surrounded by what had to be hundreds of dead birds.

The aftermath is a blur of consoling students, early dismissals, a cavalcade of ambulances, buses, and concerned parents wrapping their children in their arms. Your kids gather around you, waiting for their bus or parents to retrieve them until it’s just you and Rosie, no longer scared and happily chattering at your side while you both wait for her parents to pick her up.

The looks from some of the older teachers as they walk past make your blood boil. You had heard their chattering on the first day of school, the way they whispered something about being grateful that they didn’t have the freak’s kid in their class. You didn’t know what they meant and you didn’t care.

The sound of a car racing into the lot with heavy metal blasting and Rosie’s excited giggles stir you out of your reverie.

“ Daddy! That’s my daddy Miss!” Rosie hopped down from her chair next to you as you got a look at the emerging figure from the car.

Rosie shared the same brown curls and doe eyes with her father, though his curls fell to his ears. Heavily tatted arms scooped up his daughter, looking at the pink band aids covering her hands and arms in confusion and concern.

“Did you get in a fight with a wood-chipper munchkin?”

“We had a freak incident with some birds today, hence the early dismissal. I had the nurse and paramedics check her over and they said she’s going to be fine, nobody was seriously hurt.” You said, stepping forward, hand outstretched. “ It’s nice to meet you Mr. Munson, I’m Rosie’s teacher.” You said with a smile.

He looked at you in a way that made your heart race which you’re not quite sure if you like it or not.

“ Eddie works, Mr. Munson was my crappy old man. It’s nice to meet you and I’m sorry I’m late, my boss wouldn’t let me off early despite it being an emergency. Thank you for looking after my girl, she speaks highly of you.” He said, tickling his daughter before placing her in a car seat.

“ Rosie is a pleasure to have in class and I look forward to her progress this year, hopefully with fewer bird break-ins.” You said rather lamely but Eddie smiles anyway before his eyes go further down.

“ You’re bleeding.”

“ I’m what-oh.”

You look down to see a thin scratch near your collarbone, a small line of blood oozing down your neck. Eddie closes the gap between you two, fishing a bandanna from his pocket and before you can protest, presses it to your cut, cool calloused fingertips against your hot skin.

You should probably be doing anything but this in the middle of the school parking lot but oddly enough, you don’t want this complete stranger anywhere else but close to you right now.

“ See Daddy, I told you she was pretty.”

“Rosie!”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x black!reader #eddie munson x yn #stranger things fanfiction

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honeyedlashton · 2 years

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✨🐝🍼🥀 for ur pure asks !!

Thank you, Swan for asking me these!! I’m gonna answer them to the best of my ability:

✨- which fictional character (book, show, or movie) do you relate to most?

Okay to answer this one I actually had to get another opinion, but I think out of all the ones I got (Steve Harrington, Leia, Fred from Scooby Doo, Lagoona Blue, Ron Stoppable, David from Lilo and Stitch, Hercules, Milo from Atlantis, Kronk, Orange Blossom, Funshine Bear, Ferb Fletcher, and Jane from Daria) I’m gonna be a little self indulgent and say I most relate to Miss Honey (and Ferb). But I’m including the others cause they’re true and funny.

🐝- describe your aesthetic in emojis.

💫💘🌟🌷🛍⭐️🧸🍁👒✨ I hope this makes sense to every one else, because it makes perfect sense to me.

🍼- What is your favorite memory?

To kind of cheat on this question I’m gonna present a combination of memories. Specially with you, Swan. Like when we’re hanging out eating lunch, or researching some random thing, or are laughing till our tummies hurt, or are out shopping with our drinkity drinks, or are talking about deep shit no one else knows about us, or even when we’re doing brand new things we’ve never done before. Like those memories are always fond to me because I’ve got my bestie—more than my bestie, my family—by my side. So…sorry to turn it sappy, but there’s the truth folks. 🦢&🍯

🥀-last time you cried?

Probably like yesterday…literally yesterday cause we were going through Niall’s music videos and 1D songs and I love a good emotional punch. But the last time I like really cried was when we fucking watched Matilda. Damn…I was in hysterics, but who wouldn’t be. (Five fuckin minutes into the movie and I’m a blubbering mess)

#pure ask #thank you Swan #you’re a real one #plushyluke #ask me anything #orange soda

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calandrinon · 21 days

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2, 6, 27, and 32 for the music asks pls xxx

yay a music ask! watch me overthink it lol

2. Do you still buy CDs (or other physical media)?

I would if there was a record store around here and they had the bands I like. I miss second-hand record stores so much, I dream about going to other cities and then I spend the whole dream looking for record stores (this is true)

Between us we used to have an amazing music collection. I miss it so much too. I do love being able to call up music on demand but it doesn't come with 12" gatefold cover art.

6. Who's an artist you really like but it's embarrassing to admit it?

I can't think of anyone for this one! I mean obviously my musical tastes are impeccable but if I like an artist then I'll own it, life's too short etc

I do get the feeling that I should be embarrassed to admit to liking manele but I'm really not, it's fun and one day I will get my band to play chef de chef

27. Do you enjoy making playlists? If so, are there any you’re proud of and would like to share?

I do, but it's more a record of what I was (or am) listening to, so it's more satisfaction than pride.

I do give my playlists very convoluted silly names though, which is fun but hard to explain :)

32. When was the last time you cried when listening to a song, if ever?

Yesterday at folk group I nearly teared up when someone played I Was Only 19 (because of Anzac day this month). I cry easily but that song is just... I know I cried when I heard The Herd's cover but that was years ago. I swear if anyone plays And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda next month I will be a sobbing mess, honestly.

(I don't know why those songs get me so much, I was not even alive for the Vietnam war) (wait i am 103 years old of course I was there and culpable, silly me)

I know I full-on cried recently at a song but I can't remember what it was. But ask me again in a week and there will probably be another one :)

#ask game #asks answered #this was fun! thank you for asking <3 #music <3

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chaislatt · 3 years

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WAYV AS HOGWARTS STUDENTS

QIAN KUN

ravenclaw , head boy, muggleborn

excels in every class he takes

when he first discovered he was magic, he flipped out

he had a matilda episode in his room one night

he was staring intently at his toy planes, wondering how it would be like to fly one someday

then suddenly it just?? levitated??

as an eight year old, he did the only thing he could do in such situations—scream bloody murder

first year : in his newly pressed robes and neatly gelled hair, sat at an empty compartment and started reading his textbooks

until the compartment door opened and a cat just walked over him

“oh sorry, leon doesn’t behave very well” says ten who he did not think would stick around but guess what? his cats liked him

being sorted into ravenclaw, he quickly became famous for being the smartest and wittiest most sensible? wizard of his year

he was especially great at charms got so surprised that there was an incantation to make things float, since all he has been doing is just think it (flitwick got a shock at his first year doing wandless magic)

as he grew older, almost everyone depended on him for help in everything

he couldn’t go a day walking in the corridors without someone asking to meet up at the library or thanking him because they aced their tests

but of course, this little ravenclaw had a limit

he didn’t mean to, but one day he just snapped at a poor gryffindor who kept bugging him to meet at the courtyard to practice spells (everyone finally left him alone, too scared to face the wrath of a wizard who knows all the spells for duelling)

OWLS year—the most memorable year for him, as he and ten spent nights in the library (and sometimes in the kitchen but if anyone asks only ten was in there) studying their bums off

that summer, ten just received a holler from him (surprise! he got all o’s)

naturally, he had been picked for prefect and head boy

the first years LOVED him

he taught them all the secrets to their tower and even handed them a parchment full of riddle answers, because let’s be real, even though you’re a ravenclaw doesn’t necessarily mean you want to use your head all the time

eats at the hufflepuff table because they have better breakfast items

adopted a whole assortment of kids with ten (winwin kinda just sticked around because yangyang was his buddy)

would be the boys’ go to— from pesky spells, ink blotts on their robes, th right grams for mandrake powder, they all depended on him for it

hendery was once asked why he wasn’t scared of him (knowing what happened before)

“he’s not dumb enough to duel someone because they’re bugging him. that’s why he’s in ravenclaw”

overall 9/10. minus one point because he still feels the need to get the last remark in everything.

LI YONGQIN

hufflepuff, pureblood

loves hanging out at the common room

doesn't really care much for grades, but does his best when studying

his housemates call him a sloth

moves so slow, especially in the mornings

likes taking walks along the corridors because it's fun to see other students rush and run to their classes while he walks a leisurely pace

always has his tie loosened

sometimes, he doesn't even tie it, he just wraps it around his collar and hope no one notices everyone does

has a talent for transfiguration

will turn anything into cat snacks

he once turned his homework in kibble and his excuse was "my cat ate it"

befriends all the cats in hogwarts

sometimes he lays down at the courtyard and they all just gather around him

one legendary moment (as lucas likes to call it) was when he was walking down the corrider and a train of cats just followed behind him in a single file

sweet wizard boy, befriends humans as well

he's so likeable, everyone just feels drawn to him

has this laidback energy that feels like a breath of fresh air when things get hectic in the castle

speaking of fresh air

he likes to stroll around outside, most of the time dragging yangyang and winwin out with him

"winwin could use the fresh air and your voice doesn't echo" - ten to yangyang

his sister is friends with yangyang's sister, so growing up he kind of babysat the three whenever their families would be together

he didn't imagine that it would continue during school, but poor winwin looked like he just wanted to get his head bitten off

despite having a lot of friends, he sticks with kun most of the time because he's not as chatty when he's focused (and kun is focused all the time so)

his favourite thing to do anywhere is lay down on his back and play with his wand, sending wisps of magic swirling around in the air, creating beautiful artwork

received pencils and a notebook from kun so he could just draw because "your magic might hit someone and i do not want to be involved with any of that"

doodles all the time

he likes to draw butterflies and magic them off of the paper and makes them follow his friends around

doesn't really say much when no one's talking to him, but will keep the conversation going casually

wanted to become a prefect so he could have his own bathroom

would patrol around at night with his cats (hendery jokes how he looks like filch and now he takes his filch impersonation seriously)

when catching students, he makes obvious remarks like "oh wow good to know that there aren't any gryffindors in this corridor! it would be an awful hassle to report them. good thing everyone's in their chambers!"

very lenient on students he doesn't know, but will threaten those he does and ask for something in return

accidentally gave yangyang the idea of becoming a prefect so he needn't have to worry at night

also accidentally gives yangyang dare ideas to give to hendery

he doesn't mean it! most of the time

overall 10/10. everything is cancelled out by the fact that he goes around the castle with atleast 2 cats following him around.

DONG SICHENG

slytherin, pureblood

mr frowns-a-lot, mr don’t-talk-to-me, mr i-want-to-go-back-to-my-dorm

the most stereotyped slytherin

first years believe that slytherins are scary because of him (but they immediately get debunked by hendery “you’re scared of a tall dude who gets tired from talking and likes to eat chocolate? yeah okay”)

but yes this not so little bean finds talking draining

it’s not that he doesn’t want to, but why would he have to talk about his day when as far as he knows, everyone just did the same thing he did??

you can barely get a sentence out of him

will reply with nods or shrugs and just point or look at things

only talks during class when the professors ask him questions

yangyang bugs him the most

when he got assigned to take care of this chatty, full of energy first year he almost cried

ended up just following him around and yanking the back of his robes to stop him from getting into trouble

because of this, yangyang’s friend are his friends

first got introduced to xiaojun, lucas, and hendery

ended up becoming a babysitter for four

when he met ten, he almost cried again, but now out of happiness because he got yangyang to shut up

met kun last, and immediately took a liking to him for no reason at all

no one knows how, but suddenly mr-i-dont-want-to-do-anything started getting more mischievous and talkative

the whole hall got surprised when he laughed at lucas’ lame joke

this may be an exaggeration but the boy doesn’t even smile

after this incident, lucas just kept talking to him and he just kept replying, and pretty soon the four little troublemakers would joke around with him and he’d just sit back with kun and ten when he got too tired

this made him attractive

but unlike lucas who got confessed to everyday, there was no one who confessed to him

he didn’t really talk to anyone else and just minded his own business when he was alone, so everyone was too scared to confess to him

which is a huge relief to him because the not so little bean is actually very awkward

proven when hendery accepted yangyang’s dare of going right up in winwin’s face omygod when i tell you his whole face turned red

he avoided hendery for a week until he realized it was too hard since they have most of their classes together??

speaking of classes, it’s a miracle how he just passes everything since no one actually ever sees him studying or doing homework

it’s like everything he does is magic well

overall 7/10. doesn’t really try that much and will only voluntarily hang out with kun.

HUANG XUXI

hufflepuff, halfblood

was tiny, like a little bug

no one knows when he got so tall (summer of second year, he had to buy new robes for third year because they were already too short)

spends breakfast half awake, focusing on eating his meal and listening to yangyang complain about how hard his transfiguration classes yesterday were

he’s never around for dinner because he’s always at the pitch and no one has the energy to talk to yangyang in the mornings so he’s the poor guy

everyone loves him, no one can find a single thing to hate about him even if they tried

loves care for magical creatures with hagrid (he measures his height with the half-giant)

other classes? not so much

sure he tried a little bit, but why would he need to transfigure something into a pen when he could just look for one, and why would he need to concoct a drowsiness potion if he can just will himself to sleep

speaking of sleep, he does that a lot

he likes to wait for xiaojun during fourth period because they had arithmancy next, and he would lean against the corridor and sleep

learned how to sleep hunched over so it looked like he was focusing on class (begs whoever he’s sitting with to wake him up)

why does he do this?

“i’m saving up my energy for later”

he’s a quidditch beast

part of the quidditch team, originally tried out for seeker but they realized he couldn’t go fast enough without loosing his balance on his broom

he switched to being a beater, which the team found out he was very good at aha great power comes with great biceps

everyone falls in love with him when he’s on the pitch

he looks big and scary and ultra focused

and they realized after 3 games that he focuses so much because he aims the bludger to hit the player’s upper thigh only (this prevents player from taking a fall and just bruise, not break a bone)

once he accidentally sent his bludger flying too hard and knocked the chaser off, but he was faster than the seeker and caught them (followed the poor chaser for a week saying sorry and giving them semi burnt cookies he made with xiaojun)

gets confessed to every other day and just says “thanks”

but why don’t you ever reject them?

why deny that i’m handsome?

that makes no sense

as with rejecting them!

but truly is an angel

he even got winwin to actually converse with him

he makes everyone feel comfortable, talks to everyone and just hangs around when they don’t want to, offering company

overall 10/10. his cockiness about his looks just makes him endearing since everyone knows he can’t break someone’s heart.

XIAO DEJUN

ravenclaw, halfblood

kun’s reincarnation

but there’s one problem

he’s still immature

you would think he’s the prime example of a ravenclaw

practices his passions all the time

likes doing brain-productive things

reads about anything he finds interesting

goes in and out of their tower because he thinks solving the riddles is fun

but ho ho ho oh oh no

he’s a little devil

makes snarky comebacks under his breath that takes a little bit for you to understand

makes things harder on purpose just for fun and because he’ll be the only one able to do it

has a joke for EVERYTHING and never repeats them so i guess he can get away with that

he’s a little menace to the society but he can get away with it because it’s all just minor inconveniences

but we all know minor inconveniences are the most annoying things

likes to annoy kun the most because he understands and reacts immediately

doesn’t like to annoy the hufflepuffs because they just smile at him in confusion

despite that, he’s also a little sweetheart

remembers everything his friends say, so he’s always there to remind them

reminds kun about a test he has to retake, ten about his changing patrolling schedule, winwin’s meeting with a professor, lucas’ need to polish his broom after dinner, hendery’s homework, and yangyang about that incoming howler from his parents

when he realized he’s such a great asset, he became a bit nosy too

likes to meddle with all of his friends’ business

so if someone wants to find any of the six, he can tell you a vague description where they are

because of course he’s not gonna tell you lucas is by the lake practicing his swinging, he’s gonna tell you he’s brushing up on his quidditch skills so you’d go running to the pitch

this way he’s not technically doing anything wrong to both parties

one day, kun asks why he likes doing this

“it makes me feel like a king maker. feeding things into their tiny brains and knowing exactly what they’ll be doing”

“that’s not exactly what a king maker does”

“yeah but does it look like i want them to be more powerful than me?”

co-parents a dog with lucas

aka lucas asked him to take care of bella while he’s in practice but he forgot to take her back with him for 2 days so now bella thinks she lives in the ravenclaw tower too

does random errands for his friends as a way of apologizing (but really just as a leverage so he can cause more trouble)

his ultimate goal was to brainwash everyone so they couldn’t live without him and he succeeded????

now they’re the receiving end of all the sermons his professors give him (you wouldn’t expect it, but he causes quite a ruckus in class)

but still, at the end of the day, they choose to sit next to him at the ravenclaw table during dinner

overall 7/10. he’s annoying, but he’s good at everything he does and helps his friends out in different ways. which makes him more annoying because why? why not

HUANG GUANHENG

gryffindor, muggleborn

does not understand magic. like at all

the only reason he’s still managing is because he refuses to be beaten by xiaojun

he doesn’t know why he’s in gryffindor but anyone who’s ever met him can vouch for the sorting hat

he’s courageous in the way he faces learning magic (it won’t hurt me, i’m magic) he's brave to speak up to anyone and ask for help when he needs it, and most of all, he has the nerve to get right into winwin’s face

surprisingly good at harder spells than that of his year level, so he’s in a few higher level classes

the reason being he wants to save face when with upperclassmen so he actually focuses real hard and actually understands

because when he’s with his friends, his mind goes wandering and he can’t focus his magic

a very strange wizard indeed

imagine getting help from xiaojun to levitate a piece of parchment but can explain to ten how to brew an advanced potion

he’s very confident in his abilities

why would he be nervous to stay after curfew??

if filch catches you

then don’t i just have to avoid him??

but has realistic fears

will not go near a broom

yeah okay the broom can fly, but can he?? he can’t even levitate a piece of parchment, how can he levitate himself?

also very practical

lucas kept struggling since he kept spilling his ink pot so he handed him a pen

“dude i forgot these existed!” “who writes with feathers??”

the most laid back yet extra ordinary wizard ever

you can start a conversation with him and he can keep it going for hours on end

very friendly, will talk to anyone but the downside to this is that he talks to everyone like they’re his friends asdkjshjkd even mcgonagall

overall 7/10. uses magic to solve trivial muggle things and still makes bets with yangyang up to this day.

LIU YANGYANG

slytherin, pureblood

a force to be reckoned with

spend a day with him and your ears will bleed

why?? does?? he?? talk?? so?? much??

his friends always complain but everyone else in the castle can’t see why

in the eyes of a stranger, he’s actually cold and reserved, hard to approach

but if you actually knew him

oh boy you’d want to not

can talk for hours

he and hendery wanted to know just how long he could talk

so they timed it

talked for 9 hours straight, no one knows how they managed

good thing this talking is actually useful

he likes to recite during class, always has a lengthy explanation for his answers

people aren’t the only one he talks to

he talks to the ghosts and to the paintings, greeting them a lovely day or whatever

besides talking, he also has another passion–quidditch

he plays as chaser for his house, often times taking his time to freshen up, so he goes back at about midnight during thursdays

good thing ten patrols during thursdays

speaking of ten, he’s been a brother figure for him all his life

so when he was introduced to winwin, he got so excited because he had another brother

by the end of the night, fourth year winwin knew everything about first year yangyang

he loooves his buddy

tries to do everything with winwin but he doesn’t let him

despite being too much to handle, winwin actually likes him too (but don’t let yangyang know)

likes to do dumb dares with hendery

isn’t really into pranking and getting all up into other’s business, so they manage their mischief between the two of them

and the whole of hogwarts just enjoys and guesses which of the two would be the one running around the great hall in their pajamas

yangyang actually encourages his fellow slytherins to stop sticking among themselves

mostly because he’s tired of them bugging him to “go ask your gryffindor friend if there’s homework on-”

at the end of the day, all his slytherin friends have been adopted by ten, took a liking to kun, and watches lucas, xiaojun and hendery fool around for entertainment

that being said, he loves his friends

thankful that he has classes with at least one of them for all his classes

all his professors have learned to sit him next to them, otherwise he’ll just slack off and stare into oblivion

he’s actually more productive when he has someone to remind him to be

okay maybe sitting him next to hendery wouldn’t result to school productivity

overall 9/10. it would be an 8 but he actually does acknowledge he talks too much.

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fvrxdrm · 3 years

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City of the Living Dead

Chapter 6

"September 28, 2:30 am... It's down to just me and 3 others. No weapons...no ammo...and too many skirmishes have drained us mentally and physically. We're not gonna make it... Officer Phillips once suggested we escape through the sewers. Apparently, there's a secret tunnel under this place left over from its museum days. I brushed her idea off before, but now, it's not sounding all that bad. Yeah, there's no proof there's even a tunnel or that the sewers aren't infested with zombies, but I don't wanna sit here and wait to die, either. It's a long shot, but I'm gonna try to find out what I can about that tunnel... Elliot Edward," you read, "Shit. Rest in peace, buddy." You placed the transcript back to where you found it and proceeded in scanning the room you and Leon were in.

It was an office of some sort with mahogany desks occupying the center, swivel chairs pointing towards every direction, some paperworks piled in a stack and some (or rather most) cluttered all over the tables and floor. It looked like a hurricane together with an earthquake and a tsunami clashed and crashed in the area.

"Leon, w-" your head twisted and turned as you looked for best friend and even called out to him when you found him just staring at something on the ceiling, his trembling lips pinned in between pearly-white teeth, eyebrows furrowed upwards, and eyes looking like a dam was about to breakdown because of too much pressure. You went towards where he was standing and followed his gaze. You gasped. He was looking at stringed triangle banners with letters printed out on each of them

WEL COME LEON

Your face began to mirror Leon's but a pained smile differentiated yours from his as a sudden rush of memory enlightened your brain. "Hey, look, the design's the same as the banner I surprised you with when we were 15," you said, raising an arm to point at the triangular flags.

Leon chuckled softly at what you said and nodded while a sneaky tear flowed down his cheek in a tiny stream. "Yeah."

"Come on, Leon! I worked hard for this." You hauled on your friend's wrist and led him towards his room with a strain as Leon's languor held him back.

"This better be good, Y/N. You fucking woke me up and I'm really close to fucking strangling you." His voice was a little hoarse from having just woken up right before you pulled him off of the couch and he was still lowkey tired because of the three-hour rest he had last night, but as much as he wanted to throw you out of his house and fall into a well-deserved slumber again, he was into surprises and was curious as to what you had in store. So, he went along with it even though he was pretty much a sloth still.

"I promise you'll love it." You chortled.

Leon sighed in defeat before loosening up and letting you pull him towards where you wanted to take him for this so-called surprise with a rub of his crusty eyes.

When a familiar door came into view in front of you, you covered Leon's eyes with one of your hands and twisted the door knob, revealing a bedroom with a banner hovering over Leon's messy bed, before lightly pushing him inside.

"All right, here we are," you spoke as you removed your hand from your face, moving right beside him to watch Leon's face as it shifted from being enraptured to crestfallen real quick. You guffawed in a boisterous way at his reaction and plummeted down to the ground whilst clutching your stomach in a joyful pain.

YOU SUCK LEON

"Really, Y/N? This-this is what you wanted to show me?"

"It's true though, you actually suck!"

"Come on, you know you only won in Street Fighter because I let you," he whined. You stood up from being laid on the floor before clutching onto Leon's shoulder for dear life.

"For 20 times? Really?" You laughed again, "nah, you just suck, bro."

Leon narrowed his eyes at you with lips pressing tightly in a thin line and turned towards you, his feet moving slowly in tandem as he approach you with a spurious anger, his hands closing into fists.

"What?" You asked with a nervous chuckle and feet backing up in rhythm with his laggard advances.

"You think I suck?" His voice imitated a dark tone. Had you not been slightly scared - which you hated to admit - you would've busted a gut at how ridiculous it sounded.

"I mean, yeah, it's already said in the banner, dimwitt."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Hell yeah!"

"Well, let's see who sucks now!"

Welp, that's my cue!

You dodged Leon's attack by the skin of your teeth, stumbling on a stupid pencil for a bit, before proceeding to run around the house to avoid Leon's "spider fingers" as you call it and making a tiny bit of a mess. However, your luck has gone away and he eventually caught you when you accidentally tripped over the leg of a chair, throwing you into his bed and tickling each spot that would make you squirm and and laugh.

"I still suck, huh?"

"N-no, fine...y-you don't...s-suck," you cried in between heavy breaths and hysterics. Satisfied with your remark, Leon stopped his fingers from moving and plopped down beside you, taking a moment to catch his breath before he pulled you closer to his body and spooned you. "You still couldn't win yesterday though."

"Yeah, well, I know a million ways to win your heart though."

"Fuck off, Le-le." Leon tsked at the nickname.

"Y/N, that sounds awful as fuck."

"Whatever." You felt his lashes kiss the nape of your neck as he closed his eyes to give them another four hours of rest, your own following afterwards when you heard Leon's muffled voice vibrate against your shirt.

"Hey, you wanna be my date for homecoming?"

"I thought you already asked Lexee to be your date."

"Dante already asked her out, so..."

"Okay, fine, I'll be your date." You squeezed his hand before intertwining your fingers with his and smiling when you felt him kiss your hair.

"Thanks, Y/N. Good night."

"It's 10 in the morning, dumba-"

"Shh... Rock-a-bye baby..."

"You do suck though." You light-heartedly nudged Leon's side and wrinkled your eyes in a grin, chuckling when he returned the gesture with a titter.

"I really don't," he retorted back.

"Sure." You took his hand in yours and gently squeezed it in a comforting way to ease the two of you before placing a feather's kiss on the back of it. "Come on, we still have a job to do."

*****

Leon S. Kennedy, we're putting you on a very special case for your first assignment. Your mission is...to unlock your desk! The key to your success is in the initials of our first names. Input the letters in order of our desks. There are 2 locks- 1 on each side of your desk. Make sure you get them both. Basically, your first task is to remember your fellow officers' names, but you figured that much out, right? Good luck, Leon. By the way, it might take a little work to get Scott to give you a straight answer.

Lieutenant Branagh

Scrawled in a corner between drops of blood on the paper was an additional note the lieutenant had written while he and his fellow officers were isolated and trapped, and it read:

Be glad you're not here, rookie.

"Remember your fellow officers' names..."

"I think that means the initials of my supposedly co-workers' names should be the password to open these locks on my desk." Leon stood up from where he was knelt down on the floor and casted around from desk to desk, unlocking the padlocks on his table and claiming the prize after accomplishing his "first assignment" - a magazine for his beloved Matilda.

You smiled when Leon pulled out the gun he's had since the beginning of his adult years, another retention reminding you of the peaceful days you once had before you started walking right into confusion.

Matilda was a gift Leon's father had given him on his 18th birthday, a few months before he died of cancer. He was happy about it, and knowing how his family had supported his decision on him becoming a cop, his heart fluttered inside and he couldn't be more grateful about it. Leon held onto it everyday, even becoming a bit hesitant about leaving it behind whenever he went to school. And when his father passed away because of said illness, he grasped onto the weapon the same way he did when his dad was still alive, if not more.

"Happy birthday, Leon. Happy birthday, Leon. Happy birthday, happy birthday... Happy birthday, Leon... HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LEON!"

Leon's cheeks stretched in an almost painful way as everyone erupted into cheers and confetti fell from the ceiling. Each person was wearing cone-shaped hats and the living room was decorated with different ornaments colored in his favorite hues. His family was there and so were his friends, and oh, how could he almost forget...

It was his 18th birthday!

"So, what do you think?" You spoke from behind him. He turned around to see you smiling like an idiot and tugging on the string of a party you picked up from the floor.

"This," he began. "This is amazing! Wh-"

"Well, son, the candle's almost melting. Wanna make a wish?" Leon's dad emerged from behind the small crowd with a three-layered cake balanced on top of his palms. The icing of the pastry was blue, edible police-related finishing touches garnished it with such perfection he almost didn't want to eat it for the sake of admiring and staring at the cake, and a single candle formed into the number 18 as an emphasis to his recent age was placed on top with a tiny flame dancing around in the air. Leon closed his eyes and wished for the best before blowing the candle, watching as the fire disappeared into a swirling smoke. Everyone rejoiced once again.

When voices had began dying down one by one, Leon's father called his name and picked up a box from underneath the table after placing the cake down where it wouldn't fall down.

"Leon, you're going to be attending the police academy soon and in the next few years you'll be the cop you always wanted. So, as a gift, I give you this gun." He opened the rectangular cardboard box where a gun laid and presented it to his child, Leon's eyes sparkling in delight at his very own weapon. "I know you'll be taking good care of Matilda."

"Matilda?" Leon asked in confusion.

"You know, like, Mathilda from Leon: The Professional," his dad replied. Leon chuckled in response before he carefully took the gun out of its container, still a bit iffy about touching it.

"I'll be taking good care of this, dad."

"I know you will."

"You still have that gun?" You spoke as you gestured towards his firearm.

"Yep, she still looks good as new. I didn't want to break my promise," Leon responded. He turned his gun around to show you just how much he kept it safe like a mother would to a child. Your E/C orbs twinkled in admiration, a feeling in your heart you had kept for a very long time flittering in a joyous manner for the first time since you last saw him.

"Nothing's really changed, huh?"

"I don't want to change anything for now...especially now that you're back here with me."

*****

So, I found this image on google and an idea suddenly popped into my head lmao.

Anyway, WE'RE BACK! I was busy in school blah blah blah. I think yall know that already.

#leonkennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy imagines #leon s kennedy x reader #leonxreader #leon kennedy x you #resident evil #residentevil2 #resident evil fanfic #leon kennedy #leon kennedy fanfic

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the grown up that i always wanted to be

I wrote a Matilda the musical fanfic at 3 am yesterday, and my amazing friend @the-book-life-chose-me helped me to edit it!

my first fic ever i am so proud of myself

Relationships: Miss Honey x (musical) Mrs.Phelps. Miss Honey x Miss Phelps

(me and my friend started shipping them together a couple of days ago, an overly exited Librerian and a timid and sweet teacher?? yes, we have more about them that we hope to post soon)

Rating: G

Words: 980

Warnings: hinted at past child abuse, but never actually mentioned.

Summery: Jenny stops at the Libary after being a bit overwhelmed at her day as the principal of Matilda's school, and ends up getting something a little bit more precious than a good book. a better understanding of a part of herself that she never thought about. and it's delivered from the nice and charming librarian? well, it can't hurt.

**we named Mrs. Phelps fist name as Brianna here. and here she is Miss Phelps of course :)

read at ao3!

fic:

"But you still did it, didn't you?"

The words startled Jenny from her crying session. With her eyes still burning with shame and her throat still tight, she gripped her tissue and stared into Bri's warm eyes, fighting back the rest of her tears.

"What?"

"You still did it though!" Brianna cried, opening her hands in a 'well there you go!' gesture. She smiled brightly at Jenny, or at least it looked like a smile from Jenny's corner view of the librarian.

It was a less than busy day at the library; it always tended to be a quiet day whenever Jenny visited, go figure. But Jenny was not about to complain about the much needed peace and quiet: She never got it when she was teaching her loud and happy kids- she loved them all, of course, but sometimes the sudden shouting still made her jump and hunch inwards for protection, and that… became exhausting 24/7. So the quiet library was always a refuge for Jenny to go when she felt a little overwhelmed (a little too overwhelmed, but she is not ready to admit it to herself yet) and have some tea with the nice (sometimes overly excited) librarian.

"You don’t have to make sense all the time dear- (oh dear, did she really say all of that out loud-) but at least I see you got a smile on your face now! Are my words finally sinking in?"

Steam from the tea she was holding wafted upwards. Still hot, she hadn't had any of it yet, more focused on the conversation with the happy librarian, who as always, was waiting at the desk for Jenny; tea pot already warming on the stove, making Jenny smile for the first time that day with her exuberance. It's always nice to have someone excited to actually spend time with her, other than Matilda at home. And while Jenny loves her very dearly, it's just nice to have that with someone mature! Or- well, Matilda's certainly mature but-

Jenny quelled her runaway thoughts before she could make a fool of herself, snapping back to reality as she heard Bri laugh.

Jenny felt herself blushing bright red and averted her eyes, blowing a little on her hot cuppa as a distraction. Glancing up at Brianna's expecting gaze "I might… have forgotten what you said, my apologies-"

"You told me what happened when you went to this horrible principal's office, how you were so scared of everything happening to Matilda because of your request... of something happening to you." At that she gave a stern look to Jenny, before continuing, "And how you felt "pathetic" and "useless", at that Bri shook her head in disagreement, "Because you couldn't just bring yourself to just knock on the door faster?"

"No, it's OK! Miss Hon-Jenny, it tends to be like that with things we hold within ourselves, we wait so long to say them that when we do, it's hard to really take anything else in, as we enjoy our relief so much."

Bri smiled, rocking back and forth to help her focus on the conversation better herself.

Jenny didn't get it, where was Bri going with this?

"Because… I am? If I could have just went into her office right away I could maybe have stood up to her better and-"

"Ah ah ah!" Bri shook her finger at Jenny, her fond and concerned look that dominated this conversation being replaced by a stern and more focused look that Jenny haven't seen too often on the excited and energetic librarian.

"But you did it! Jenny, we all have fears. And your fear…" she paused, her eyes filled with… care, from what Jenny can gather because she felt her eyes tearing up again, she couldn't look away from Bri's kind and caring look (Bri's eyes were fascinating… no one had ever looked at Jenny like that before).

"Your fear comes from your experiences; it's more realistic than most... and I am so sorry that you had to experience that, Jenny." Bri actually rubbed her eyes, apparently tearing up as well, and stopped to take a couple of tissues to blow her nose loudly.

"But my point is! My point is, that you still did it!! That's what you did! That's what you do everyday!! You face your fears!! Kicking them in the ass, more like! Uh, wait, you’re a teacher, you can't kick people in the ass-"

Bri's musings were interrupted by Jenny's tiny laugh, "It seems that both of us have let our minds wander today." Jenny snorted, which brought out Brianna's own booming laugh. They sat there, laughing together as the clouds flew up above the little library. And Miss Honey had her first true laugh of the day as well, thanks to the magic of tiny libraries and enchanting librarians.

"You faced your fear, Jenny! You did it! No matter whether your fear and anxiety was justified or not-which it was, don't look at me like that-you still did it! You were met with a tough situation and you persevered! And later, when you went and tried to talk to Matilda's…" she sighed, "apparently awful parents, you still went there and tried! And for that, you are one of the bravest people I know!"

Jenny smiled, finally drinking from her now lukewarm tea. But it didn't matter; her heart was warmed by the effusive and charming librarian by her side. A true miracle. As Bri started to go on a completely different rant of her own, Jenny smiled, already feeling a little more like the grown-up she always wanted to be.

#matilda the musical #matilda #my fics #my first fic!#tw childhood trauma #matilda musical

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authorbettyadams · 4 years

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Questions

► Are you named after anyone?

My mom’s baby stepsister.

► Do you have kids?

Not yet.

► When was the last time you cried?

At about 2:45PM yesterday while I was practicing the Australian folk song “Waltzing Matilda”. Seriously, you can’t play that song with dry eyes.

► What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Their general shape. Am short sighted.

► What’s your eye color?

Hazel-orange

► Do you use sarcasm a lot?

What?!?! Me? Noooooo, never.

► Any special talents?

I read. I read and I remember things.

► Where were you born?

On the wet side of the great western mountains.

► Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings. Never scary movies.

► Do you have a pet?

I have several hard working farm animals.

► What sports do you play/have played?

All of them for fun in school. None since really.

► What are your hobbies?

reading, listening to podcasts, writing, walking around outside

► How tall are you?

5′8″

► Dream job?

Housewife who does science on the side

► Favorite subject in school?

Any one that let me read by myself in the corner for as long as possible.

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shiningamongdarkness · 4 years

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Chapter 21. Breathe... just breathe

Shining among Darkness

By WingzemonX

Chapter 21 Breathe... just breathe

The taxi broke through the earth road surrounded by trees that led to the picturesque classic-style house, with a beautiful facade. It was already late, but the clear sky and the external lights of the property help to appreciate its beauty correctly. It was just outside Arcadia, about an hour from the Los Angeles International Airport, where the newcomer had landed. The yellow vehicle was parked right in front of the house, at the foot of the porch steps, and several perfectly well-groomed rose bushes that could only have grown that way with the constant care of a gentle and thoughtful hand.

The atmosphere that surrounded all that space was really reassuring and pleasant. A few times in his thirty-two years of life, she had been in a place that made her feel such positive energies. It was like if any trace of evil was simply repelled or kept on the street, afraid to penetrate more. It was really a place where Jane Wheeler would not mind at all spending several days... But not everything was so perfect.

From the backseat of the passengers, the woman looked up from the window to the upper floor of the house. Among all the bright energy that surrounded it, there was a small gray dot, an unstable and noisy gray dot that caused little stabbing pain in the back of her head. But she was not impressed; after all, it was just why she had gone there.

She paid to the driver for the trip and went down with her hand luggage and bag. The driver took out the larger suitcase in which she was carrying her clothes and then withdrew after a friendly "good night." He didn't notice that annoying gray dot over their heads, and it was better that way. An instant after the taxi got lost on the road, almost as if it had been intentionally waiting for him to leave, Jane began to hear a choked hustle that jutted out from the pleasant calm that had reigned since she arrived.

The windows on the upper floor were shaking, especially those of a room just over the front door. The interior lights also began to turn on and off alone, and among all this, Jane managed to perceive some small cries.

An old haunted house on the outskirts, many would think, but the reality was quite far from it... depending on who you asked. With her fingers, she adjusted one of the curly strands of her dark brown short hair and then began to walk towards the stairs carrying all her luggage. Before stepping on the first step, however, one of the large wooden doors at the entrance opened wide. The one who was supposed to be the owner of the house appeared on the other side. She was a thin woman near forty, with a white and sharp face, straight dark blond hair, well-groomed and neat that reached her shoulders, and dark brown eyes on which she wore round glasses with reddish frame.

Jane froze for a moment when she felt the impressed and confused eyes of that woman. If it weren't for that little gray dot over her, which she felt more intense now, she would have thought for a moment that she went to the wrong house. No one said anything until the woman finally seemed to react. The confusion in her eyes vanished, and suddenly it was as if she had just remembered something important that she had forgotten, or as if she had just woken up without knowing where she was, and suddenly that information hit her head.

"I'm sorry," the woman exclaimed at the door, and then raised her glasses so she could slightly carve her eyes. It was too dark and too far away to be sure of it, but it seemed to Jane that she had probably been crying not long ago. She wrapped herself with the pastel pashmina she had on her shoulders, even though it was a warm night. "You are Mrs. Wheeler, right?"

"Yes, I am," the woman with dark curls replied with a half-smile. She dared to climb the steps with everything and her suitcase and stood on the porch in front of her. "Jane Wheeler, to serve you, Mrs. Honey."

“Miss Honey...” the woman murmured softly but seemed to regret almost immediately having done so. “Never mind, thank you very much for coming...”

She extended her hand in greeting, and apparently, the newcomer was more than willing to accept it. However, before Jane could take it, a loud shout was heard from the top floor much more intense than the previous ones. It felt at the same time as the house shuddered, and the lights flickered. Miss Honey withdrew her hand and instinctively brought it to her chest, trying to suppress as she could a cry of fear that pushed out. Jane also lowered her hand to her side when she considered that handshake totally failed.

"Can I go in?" She asked softly.

"Yes, please," said the owner of the house hurriedly and stepping aside. Jane entered looking straight at the stairs leading to the upper floor, and unconsciously ignoring all the beautiful decorations of the hall, or the neatness with which everything was clean and accommodated. Only Miss Honey's voice managed to distract her even if she was a little focused on the stairs. "I don't know if I'm doing the right thing, but I don't have anyone else to turn to. I'm so worried about my daughter and..."

"Don't worry," Jane interrupted in a severe tone, raising her hand toward to indicate that she didn't have to apologize to her. "She is up, right?" Jennifer nodded quickly. "Let's go to see her."

Miss Honey guided her up, she went forward. For a little, that moment brought to Jane's mind the movie "The Exorcist," one of the first horror movies she had seen with her now-husband and friends. Strangely, a story about a girl possessed by the devil who was doing terrifying and incomprehensible acts for everyone was not peculiarly scary for her as was for the rest, even if it was based on a true story, as some people said. She might not say it openly with words, but it was quite likely she had seen enough more terrifying things by then to feel impressed by some makeup on an actress's face and a pair of rudimentary special effects.

Anyway, she wondered if any imaginary spectator from the bottom of the stairs, would see it and immediately relate to the priest going up to the bedroom of the protagonist who was going to help. Of course, the stage was much less gloomy; in fact, the house was really adorable and beautiful wherever she saw it. And she wasn't going to see a possessed girl, although inevitably there would be many people who would think differently.

The remote of the house, surrounded by an extensive land that separated it enough from its closest neighbors, had apparently been fruitful for keep secret the commotion that was being lived in that place. What most caught people's attention was the fact that the girl had not been in class for a week and a half already. And almost at the same time, her adoptive mother had asked for special permission on the school where she worked as a teacher. "Surely the little girl must be sick," many supposed, and for now, it was preferable to think that.

"She only manages to calm down when she sleeps, if she can do it," the dark blonde haired woman commented as they climbed. "Since yesterday, she no longer lets me into her room. She closes the door to me as soon as I try to open. She hasn't tasted a bite of food... I don't know what..."

As soon as they reached the upper hall, Miss Honey had to make a great effort to not let herself cry at that time. She had always been a strong woman. No situation broke her temper... until that moment. That had wholly surpassed her. Matilda, her adopted daughter and the light of her world, had always been so independent in every aspect of her life. And the first time she really needed her help, that she really needed her mother to tell her what to do or how to solve such a precarious situation, she was simply unable to do something. That filled her with an overwhelming and crippling frustration.

"It's fine, be calm," the guest murmured to her hostess in a low voice, running her hand over her back comfortingly. "Everything will be fine now, I promise."

Jennifer breathed hard through her nose and then ran her fingers discreetly along the side of her eyes.

"Thank you... Can you really help her?" Do you really know how to deal with something like this?"

Jane smiled, outside and inside. She didn't answer and kept walking to the girl's room as if she knew exactly where to go. She stood right in front of the door and waited for Jennifer to open it. The hustle was still heard from within.

"Matilda, my dear," Miss Honey murmured in front of the door. "Please, let me in..."

"No!" It was heard loudly snapping from inside a sharp little voice between small sobs. "I don't want to hurt you! I don't want…!"

Jane advanced to the door at that moment and gently turned her hostess aside.

"Let me try." Jane put her hand on the knob. Miss Honey would not see her action directly, but after focusing a few moments, the door locks were opened with the help of her own “special” ability, and then also managed to make the door open despite the opposition of the girl inside.

On the other side of the door was the room of a thirteen-year-old girl, but not like any other. The colors of the walls, the sheets of the bed, the carpet, everything was in sober colors. More than toys or posters of bands on the walls, there were two bookshelves, plus a shelf over his bed for trophies. There was a desk with a computer on one side and a small closet. However, the bookshelves, the shelves, the desk, and the closet were not as they should be. Several of the books, trophies, sheets of paper, and clothing were either lying on the floor... or floating in the air. Some were simply suspended, others passing quickly, crossing the room and crashing the walls. The computer was also on the floor, and the desk chair was tilted. Everything was too unreal...

"God, Matilda..." Jennifer exclaimed, drowning another cry. Jane, meanwhile, remained calm in the doorframe, analyzing the entire scenario. She indicated with one hand to the owner of the house to stay at the door and put her bag on the floor. She entered slowly, dodging all the projectiles that crossed the space of the room. There were many things everywhere, but no trace of the owner of them all. This one was, as she sensed, sitting on the side of the bed. The little girl with short brown hair was hugging her legs, her face sunk between them. She sobbed slowly, barely noticeable.

Feeling Jane's closeness, Matilda quickly raised her face and turned to see her, full of fear. Her eyes, and all her face, were red. Her eyes were somewhat bright, but apparently, she had cried so much that her tears had simply dried. Jane smiled slightly, and then crouched down in front of the bed, a couple of meters from her.

"Hello, Matilda," said the stranger to the little girl, very softly. "My name is Jane, but you can tell me Eleven. All my friends do it."

The girl did not answer. She stared at her with her deep blue eyes wide open. She was trying perhaps to analyze it enough to determine who she exactly was since, apparently, her presentation had not convinced her. Surely she was digesting the idea that a stranger out of nowhere, discovered her secret and that way.

"You've nothing to fear," Jane whispered very slowly as if she were telling her some little secret. "I'm here to help you."

Jane lifted her hand to the side, and a book that was on the floor a few meters away came off the ground and flew to her hands, trapping it between her fingers with ease. Matilda was startled, surprised. She hadn't done that, that strange woman was.

"You too…?" The kid whispered in a broken voice; Jane just smiled.

"Tell me, what's the matter, honey?" Jane asked without changing her position or tone.

"I can't turn it off," the girl muttered suddenly, her voice struggling to make herself noticed through all the anguish that ate her throat. "In the past, I could control it; I could turn it off without a problem. But now I can't ... I can't. I don't want to hurt my mom… I don't want to hurt anyone, but I can't stop."

"Yes, of course you can, Matilda," Jane declared quite firmly, almost aggressively. "That ability you have is only yours and nobody else's. Only you decide when to use it and when not."

"No! I can't! I already told you I can't!" The girl yelled at her quite loudly, and the entire floor beneath their feet shuddered, so much that it seemed it would break. Jennifer had to hold the door frame to avoid falling.

"Matilda…" Exclaimed her mother with absolute concern, and unwittingly her body stepped forward to approach her.

"Stay back," Jane told her in such an authoritarian tone, that the woman's thin body also stopped dead in place. Jane concentrated then only on Matilda. She dared to approach her a little, and the girl instinctively leaned back, so she chose not to advance more than she should. She raised both hands to the front, as a sign of calm and began to speak slowly. "Listen to me, Matilda. Listen to me... only... to me..."

****

By the time they reached Eola, it was already getting dark, but there was still enough sun. Even so, the air that enveloped the psychiatric hospital was so thick and dark that one felt so insecure and exposed as if you were alone in the middle of the night, with absolutely nothing and no one around. In fact, the parking lot was lonely when they entered, except for the employees' own vehicles that Matilda had always seen every day that she had gone to that place.

They parked almost at the entrance door. When they got off, the three looked thoughtfully towards the white building, the three with confusion and compelling expressions.

"Do you also feel that?" Cole asked like a small whisper.

"The disturbing feeling that we shouldn't be here?" Cody replied the same way.

"Yes, the same…"

The premonitions or hunches that their Shine gave them at times seemed to have gone wild as soon as they approached that place. The three felt it, and although they had not expressed it openly with words, they also thought that the others did too. Something pretty wrong was happening, or at least it had happened.

Matilda was the first to overcome this paralyzing sensation and move towards the door. Inevitably, her two companions were forced to follow her as well.

Although the outside of the hospital felt calm and silent, the interior was very different. There was a lot of noise, the echo of voices and footsteps resounding in the halls, and coming somehow or other towards them. While they were advancing down the main hall towards the reception cubicle, they didn't see many people. Still, at least three nurses touched them from one hallway to another in a great hurry, and another one carrying a man, almost catatonic, in a Wheelchair.

The reception nurse, the one who had treated Matilda on her first day there, was on the phone. Her lethargic state at that time, and that had been constant in the following days, had disappeared. Now she seemed to be with the blood flowing faster, talking loudly on the phone, checking her notebook, and also the computer at the same time. The young woman did not notice their presence until they were a few steps away. As soon as she saw Matilda, she put aside everything she was doing, even dropped the phone to the floor, causing a loud and almost painful blow, and jumped out of her chair.

"Dra. Honey, thank heaven,” she exclaimed energetically and relieved, which confused the Psychiatrist quite a bit.

"Good afternoon... What was it...?" Before her question was finished, the nurse hurried out of her place and headed, almost running, to the adjacent hallway.

"Dr. Johnson! Dr. Johnson!" They heard her scream as she walked away. The three watched her run, until it was no longer possible.

"It looks like it's popular around here, Doctor," said Cole, somewhat mockingly.

"That's new to me," said the brunette, too confused to react correctly.

They did not have to wait long. Dr. Johnson in person soon appeared in a hurry, coming down the same hall through which the young woman had left. She did not come with him, so Matilda supposed that she had stayed perhaps attending to some other issue.

"Dra. Honey," Johnson exclaimed, equally terrifyingly excited and relieved to see her. He looked somewhat tired and distracted. "Apology me, everything is in chaos. We had to move all our patients from the section of Samara, and it was not easy because there were some of our most problematic patients.

"Move them, why?" Matilda questioned notoriously on the defensive. "What happened? Where is Dr. Scott?"

"I don't know where he went... He..." Johnson stammered, apparently doubting what to say and whatnot, and this made Matilda's attitude even more aggressive. She approached him, facing him head-on, and although she was shorter than him, it also intimidated him enough to push him back a little.

"Listen to me," Matilda began to say in a slow but firm voice, "you'll have to tell me everything that happened right now, without hiding anything. Otherwise, we cannot help you." Johnson then looked over the doctor's head at the other two men who accompanied her. "They come with me; they are my associates."

"Associates?" Asked the doctor, confused. "Are they psychiatrists too?"

"In my spare time," Cole hurried to respond sarcastically. Matilda looked at him over his shoulder with a scolding look but turned almost immediately back to Johnson.

"They are already aware of the case. You can speak freely."

Johnson removed his glasses and ran his hand across his face, carving him with some force. It seemed that he did not want to do it, but in the end, he had no choice. He told them the best he could about what happened that morning, how Samara had reacted, and what she had done to Dr. Scott. Finally, he told the little he knew about the strange event that had just spent hours back in Samara's room and caused all the fuss.

Matilda's face was rock hard as she listened to him. Her jaw was tight, and her eyes almost flashed with courage in them. She turned by mere instinct towards the reception desk and leaned on it with both hands while breathing slowly to try to calm down.

"You're a bunch of idiots," she muttered under her breath. "What were you thinking?! And do you call yourselves psychiatrists? Where did you study, you pair of...?"

She forced herself to remain silent before she said anything she really regretted.

"We didn't know what else to do..." Johnson murmured hesitantly.

"Not make her angry; to begin, that would have been a good idea!"

"That was Scott, I don't ... I don't ..."

Johnson began to babble, unable to formulate a coherent sentence. He backed slowly and dropped into one of the chairs in the waiting area. He held his face with his hands, and it was heard as he breathed a little agitated. Cole and Cody looked at him somewhat perplexed; Matilda kept turning her back, turned to the desk.

"I didn't even fully believe this was true," Johnson muttered, barely audible. "A part of me always believed that all this girl was doing was some kind of trick that we couldn't explain yet, but sooner or later, we would find out, and that would end it all." He withdrew his hands from his face and then pointed toward one of the corridors, horror on his face. "But what she did in that hallway... Oh God... this can't be real."

Dr. Johnson's mood was not really very different from Vazquez's. They both saw things that could not be explained, but their heads struggled to try. When it didn't work, people's reactions varied. Vazquez's aggressiveness and Johnson's denial were among the most common.

"Where is she now?" Matilda asked after a moment of silence.

"In her room. Still tied to her stretcher, I suppose."

"Tied?!" The brunette snapped, turning toward him. "What do you mean with tied?!"

"All those who approach that site end up injured in some way. She's out of control... we don't know what..."

Johnson shied again and hid his face in his hands. The image of Samara, tied up, alone and helpless in a room like the one Johnson had described to them... Matilda's stomach turned, but she restrained herself from any visible reaction. She breathed hard, regained serenity, and then managed to stand up again. She took her bag and left it on the counter, taking out only her cell phone. She adjusted her suit quickly with her hands and then continued with her hair. This had no specific purpose; it was more an involuntary tic to clear her mind.

"Keep the other patients and staff safe," Matilda muttered slowly. "I'll take care of it."

"We'll take care of it," Cole added decisively. Matilda saw the sidelong officer, with not so good disposition at a glance.

"Come on, Matilda," she heard Cody say, almost like a scolding. The brunette simply sighed in resignation and began to hurry towards Samara's room. Cole and Cody followed her at a safe distance.

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Matilda battled in her mind all the options. The idea that Samara could capture those images beyond the paper, radiographs, or people own mind had always been a possibility. Walls, ceilings, and floor, all they are nothing more than surfaces, not very different from a paper if they talked about a cellular modification to the levels they had theorized. But that she could do it suddenly, and on a scale like the one described by Dr. Johnson, had definitely not been in her predictions. Besides that, the image he described to them was quite... disturbing. And even then, only when they were standing in that hallway, they were able to digest it in its entirety.

The three stood still around the corner. It was as if they had suddenly entered another building without noticing it. Several of the ceiling lamps had broken, so the light was poor. What they could see, however, was... quite uncomfortable. Gnawed walls, full of oxide, humidity stains, and even traces of vegetation breaking through the cracks. The ground was covered with a huge and nothing pleasant puddle, like the water of some rain leaked and mixed with the garbage and other crap from the site. It felt a cold environment, not unbearable but enough to feel uncomfortable or at least with the need to have another coat. There were small traces of dust, or at least something very similar, hovering around the air. And the smell was perhaps the worst; the smell of dead animal, stagnant water, decomposing garbage. It was so nauseating, impossible not to feel at least a small arch.

"God," Cody exclaimed, dumbfounded, looking at everything carefully.

"I think it's not the best place to avoid nightmares, Professor," Cole added, trying to sound funny, but he hadn't really done it at all.

After doubting a few moments, Matilda activated the lamp of her phone. With it, she managed to light the way better, especially the ground. Cole and Cody followed her. The three held their phones with one hand, and the other covered their noses and mouths as much as possible to resist the smell. Their shoes ended up stepping on that dirty water, but they tried not to think about that at the moment. As a child, Matilda liked to go to the river to look for reptiles, fishes, and insects to catalog them. So, she just tried to imagine that she was doing that again.

"Cody, is this similar to what you told me you did as a child?" Matilda asked curiously.

"Yes... Believe it or not, it brings back memories," Cody murmured, somewhat uncertain.

"Did you do something like this before?" Asked Cole incredulously.

"Not exactly something like that, but my abilities also affected the entire space I was in, creating a rather unpleasant scenario. Coincidentally, they also drugged me on that occasion to make me fall asleep."

"So, do you think all this is an illusion?" Cole asked.

Cody shook his head.

"I don't think this is an illusion or something like what I do. This... is something else."

"Yes, I feel it too. There is something quite heavy on this site, which is simply not natural."

"Do you mean…?" Cody looked at him, somewhat impressed. Now Cole was the one who denied.

"If you ask about ghosts, no. There are ghosts that, with enough energy, can materialize and affect our world physically, but not at this level. But there are other types of forces that can do something like this, or even much more."

"Other forces like what exactly?"

Cole let out a mocking giggle, immediately followed by a whimper of annoyance because apparently, he had stepped on something he could not describe. His first instinct was to withdraw his foot abruptly as fast as he could.

"We'd better leave that for another more pleasant scenario, Professor," the officer murmured in disgust.

They go forward for about two more minutes until Matilda illuminated with her light a completely rusty door lying in the middle of the hall. On its left side was the frame in which the door was before, with still traces of its hinges on it. That was Samara's room.

Matilda took a deep breath, or at least as deep as the vitiated and putrid air that surrounded them allowed them, and moved a little faster towards the door. And then she heard the sobs, little painful sobs that came from inside the room, and that made her stop for a few moments. She moved slowly until she looked inside. The state of what she managed to focus with her light was just as deplorable as the rest of the hall. Except for a pure white and mostly clean spot that stood out from the rest of the room as soon as the light touched it: the white of Samara's hospital gown.

In fact, the girl was still lying on the stretcher, of sheets now full of moisture stains and holes, tied by wrist and ankles by old leather straps, but still with enough strength to hold her. The girl had her face dampened by her own tears and sobbed inconsolably in panic. As soon as the light illuminated her, she turned her eyes toward the entrance as her position allowed.

"Ma... tilda...?" She whispered weakly.

"Samara," Matilda said, dumbfounded to see her in such a state. Without thinking, she moved into the room. "Don't worry, I'm going to..."

"Don't come near me!" The girl shouted loudly, and her voice rumbled in the echo of the walls, which began to crack a little. The water on their feet also began to alter, and Cody and Cole alike suddenly felt that they were actually reaching them higher, at least to the ankles. "I don't... want to see you…" Samara muttered brokenly. "You lied to me... you said you would come to see me, and you didn't! You let me get caught! You let her do this to me!"

The more she shouted, the state of the space around them seemed to get worse little by little. Even the ground at their feet began to feel soft as if it were going to open at any moment to swallow them all.

Samara was mad with Matilda too. It was not something she had thoroughly predicted, but it was not unexpected. It was true, she had told her that she was going to talk to her mother, and that day would come early just to talk, but she didn't. She supposed it would be fine, just delay it a bit. The matter of Portland, Doug, and Lilly Sullivan took importance in her head, and she thought everything would be fine... but it was not so. That horrible incident was not just Scott and Johnson's fault; she was guilty too... again...

"You said you would help me! You told me everything would be fine!"

Those words, some time ago, exclaimed against her with the same feeling, rumbled in her head.

She tried again to approach. Her left hand held the cell phone, and the other was extended towards Samara in a sign of calm. Matilda tried to use her telekinesis to take away Samara's ties while she was talking.

"Samara, you must calm down," she whispered very slowly. She almost managed to remove the strap from her left wrist.

"I can't!" The girl almost snapped as if it hurt. Suddenly, a long wound was drawn right in Matilda's right palm, from end to end.

"Ah!" The psychiatrist exclaimed with a groan of pain, regressing instinctively. Her phone fell from her hands, falling into the water, although the flashlight was still shining.

"Matilda!" Cody and Cole came to his aid. Cole lit her palm with his light, while Cody checked it. It was a little deep, clean, and straight cut. Blood began to emerge freely from the wound and drain from the side.

"How she did that?" Asked Cole, taking off his blue tie with one hand. He then passed it to Cody to use it as an improvised bandage. Cody tied it with some force around her hand. Matilda didn't even show pain. Her mind had engaged in that question: how had she done it? Was it something derived from how she reflected her thoughts and ideas in all that environment?

"Go away, Matilda..." Samara sobbed. "I don't want to hurt you... I don't want to hurt more people ..."

Matilda carefully withdrew her hand from Cody and motioned both of them with her head to back off. Unsure, they took a couple of steps back, staying at the door. The brunette looked around; the light on her phone had gone out, which was a bad sign, but she would take care of that later. Now she could only be guided by the light of Cole and Cody, because without them, she would be in those moments in absolute darkness, for sure. She held the tie around her wound with her left hand, pressing it against it, and began to move in Samara's direction. The closer she got, the walls, the ceiling, and the floor seemed weaker, as if they were turning into paper.

"You haven't hurt anyone, Samara," Matilda murmured with utmost comfort. "Listen, That ability you have is only yours and nobody else's. Only you decide when to use it and when not. It's your gift..."

"I can't," Samara replied between cries. "She is stronger than me..."

"She?" Matilda exclaimed, confused, already halfway between the door and the stretcher. "Samara, who is she?"

The girl was silent for a moment, except for her cries.

"Go away! She yelled at the end, and Matilda felt as if someone was pushing her back with strength. She staggered a little, taking a couple of false steps backward but managing at the end to avoid falling.

She was perplexed for a few seconds. Telekinesis? Samara was likely to have a bit of it just as she had some telepathy. Her own theory of how she burn those images at a cellular level did not conflict with that idea. Even so, that way she was pushed was strange, somewhat unusual to when she had felt a telekinetic push from someone else. She felt it more as if someone really pushed her with her hands back... as if there was someone else there...

Matilda looked around, almost by instinct. She did not really expect to see anyone else standing there in the shadows, and in fact, he did not see it... although, that corner furthest from her, the one that remained totally dark since the lights of Cole and Cody's cell phones did not touch it, for a few moments her mind made her feel that the cold emanating from that corner was much more intense than the rest. Was anyone there staring at them without being able to see him... or her? Her intuition seemed not to be decided yet between says yes or no.

"I'll try to stop her," Cody murmured, stepping forward, ready to materialize whatever might help them calm her down, sleep her, or whatever was necessary.

"Don't!" Matilda yelled loudly, turning to them. "If you attack her, you will only disturb her more. You two stay behind, don't intervene."

Cody hesitated; the situation seemed too volatile to leave her alone, and Cole felt the same. However, in the end, the professor backed away, giving Matilda her space. She took a deep breath through her nose, not caring about the smell around her, and exhaled through her mouth. She let go of her hand, leaving her free even if it continued to bleed a little. She raised her hands to the front in a calm position, and stepped forward, dragging her feet through the water.

"Samara, listen to me carefully. Listen to me very well, only to me," she began to say in a low, rather calm voice considering the scenario. The girl on the stretcher turned to see her, fearful. "Trust me, little one. I can help you calm this down, and I won't leave or let you hurt someone. I swear to you for my life. Do you believe in me, Samara? Will you allow me to help you?"

The girl remained silent, staring at her with notorious doubt in her gaze. Without needing to be able to read her mind, Matilda knew that she was discussing herself internally about what to answer. In the end, she nodded repeatedly, and with that, Matilda dared to get closer.

"Listen to me very carefully," she whispered, "listen only to me..."

****

"Close your eyes," Eleven said cautiously. "Close them and breathe... just breathe."

Matilda looked at her in tears, totally confused. She closed her eyes as she asked, although they seemed to resist that change. The kid had already tried that: close her eyes, breathe, calm down, but nothing worked. Even so, somehow that woman encouraged her to try again.

"Breath slowly," Eleven continued, "inhale through your nose, exhale through your mouth. Don't think about anything, just breathe."

She obeyed. With her eyes closed, she inhaled slowly through her little nose and then exhaled through her mouth. She repeated the same thing about five times.

"Good, you are doing it very well, Matilda. Now, I've heard you have a great imagination, and I need you to put it to work right now. You've seen your kitchen stove, right?" Matilda did not quite understand the question but nodded without opening her eyes. "Surely, you see it every day, more than once. You know its color, its shape... I want you to visualize it in your mind, as clear and detailed as you can. Imagine it right in front of you. Don't stop breathing right as you are doing it right now."

That word didn't make much progress in reducing her confusion, but she also fulfilled that request, in the way she could best. In her head, she was in a completely black space everywhere, above and below it. But despite all that darkness, she could clearly see the stove before her, just like her kitchen. Some years ago, her mother had changed the old white stove of a rather old-fashioned model, for a more modern bright chrome.

"Can you see it, Matilda?" She heard Eleven whisper, ringing in her head with a distant echo. "One of the burners is on."

Upon hearing that, Matilda turned her eyes directly to the left front burner. And indeed, it was on... rather than on. The blue flame rose strongly like a large thicket. It was bright, incandescent, and somehow seductive.

"I see it..." Matilda whispered doubtfully.

"How is this flame? Describe it to me..."

****

"It is with full strength..." Samara whispered between small sobs, her eyes closed. "The flame is too intense, it is very hot!"

"Don't be afraid, Samara," Matilda whispered softly, standing on the side of the bed, a meter away from her. "It won't hurt you. That flame serves you, not you to it. You can control it at any time you want, remember? You decide if it turns on or off: the handles are right in front of the stove. You see them?"

Within the mental image of Samara, she managed to divert her gaze from the beautiful and incandescent blue flame to the handles located on the front panel of the stove. Only one of them was open.

"Yes... I see them..."

"You can turn them whenever you want," Matilda said firmly. "Right now, I want you to extend your hand slowly towards the open handle, very carefully."

Samara stepped forward and shyly raised her hand to the handle. Then she took another step, and one more; each one had even less security than the previous one.

"Come closer and touch the knob with your fingers."

"It's too hot..." Samara exclaimed, scared, and she really felt it. She could feel the overwhelming heat of that flame, hitting her directly in the face.

"It doesn't matter; that heat can't hurt you. Take the knob."

Samara continued advancing step by step, resisting the uncomfortable burning sensation, until she placed her fingers on that knob, which she felt quite real against her yolks.

"You have it?"

"Yes, I have it…"

"Good, you are doing it very well, Samara. Now…"

****

"Turn it slowly to close it," Eleven instructed then, "very slowly."

Matilda began to turn the knob back to its original position, in the direction that would place it vertically, with the end with the red mark facing up. But in fact, it was slow, very slow.

"Have your gaze fixed on the flame," Eleven continued, "watch how it slowly goes down as you turn it. You see it?"

"Yes! I can see it!" The girl exclaimed enthusiastically. In fact, that intense and unreal flame began to gradually become smaller, and the heat was still calming down.

"Don't rush it. Keep turning it... step by step... the flame is reduced and reduced. Everything calms down, the heat is disappearing…" Everything Eleven described happened in her mind with total clarity. "And then... the flame goes out."

Matilda turned the handle completely, returning to the same position as all the others. For a moment, the huge flame was reduced to only small blue flashes, which eventually died out disappearing completely.

Matilda's eyes widened just then, only to see how the few things that were still floating, fell to the ground; some delicately, others somewhat more cumbersome. She looked around incredulously. Everything had calmed down. Nothing floated, nothing trembled. Everything was silent and in perfect peace.

The girl began to cry in those moments, unable to tell if they were tears of anguish, confusion, or perhaps of happiness and relief.

"Oh, my lovely..." she heard her mother exclaim loudly, and in a blink, Miss Honey hurried toward her. She crouched beside and hugged her. Matilda hugged her back, squeezing her tight as if she feared she would leave somehow. Jennifer ran her comforting hand through her hair and back, giving her several kisses on the little head. "Everything is fine, everything is fine."

Jennifer looked up at Eleven, who was already standing and was watching them from a safe distance. Miss Honey's eyes were also about to shed tears, but she did know for sure the feeling that accompanied them.

"Thank you, thank you," Jennifer exclaimed, barely able to speak with all the emotions that stuck in her throat. Eleven just smiled at her, satisfied with the scene before her.

****

Years later, when Samara also opened her eyes again in that horrible room, the result would be the same. All the heavy and overwhelming feeling that enveloped and yelled loudly at them to leave immediately, dissipated. The floor felt fixed again, and even some of the hall lights, and the room's own light, came on.

"I do it... I do it ..." Samara sobbed between surprised and relieved.

"You did it. Of course, you did it," Matilda said proudly. She went immediately to the stretcher. There was no longer any kind of attack, and she was also surprised to feel that the water that rose through her feet was now only a large puddle so she could move better. The brunette quickly untied the straps that imprisoned the girl, first her feet, and finally her wrists. As soon as she was free, Samara sat down and surrounded Matilda with her arms tightly by mere reflex, and began to cry heartily against her chest.

"I didn't want to do it... I didn't want to do it..." she repeated several times between his cries.

"I know, I know," Matilda whispered slowly, hugging her more gently and running her good hand through her long hair. "Take it easy, I'm here. Everything will be fine."

While Matilda comforted the girl, from the door, Cole watched astonished all that had happened. The brunette had maintained her composure in an almost military way. She seemed to know precisely get that girl to listen to her. Both things could only be the result of the experience she carried with her. Watch her doing what she did, immediately remind Eleven, from the day he met her, the way she spoke to him, and the feeling that had caused. It was like going back to that moment, and that created a strange but not unpleasant stomach sensation. Now he could understand a little why among all the stories the people from the Foundation said about her, there were two or three who referred to Matilda as "Eleven's favorite." He thought it was just the usual jealousy of being okay with Mama Bear. But now, he could see that it wasn't exactly that, and it wasn't about particular favoritism. Instead, that words referred to the spirit they both projected, even that inherent aggressiveness involved in kindness and sweetness. Both were quite similar.

“Try to be careful with Matilda. You've never met anyone like her before.” Eleven had told him at the end of that call they had a couple of weeks ago. Well, he wasn't quite sure about it.

Cody could also have been fascinated by what Matilda had just achieved before his eyes. Still, the truth is that his mind was more concentrated, and worried, for something else. He looked around with some fear. The girl's powers had gone out truly; he had no doubt about it. However, the appearance of that room and the hallway remained the same: rust, moisture, everything was still there. He touched a wall with his fingers just to make sure; it felt rough, just as its appearance indicated. From his experience with such skills, he learned that touch, or any other sense, was not a guarantee of the truth. All of them could be deceived, just like the view itself. But that same experience allowed him to conclude with almost complete certainty that all that was not an illusion; all of that was absolutely real. And what confused him the most, what he felt most did not fit, was the water on his feet, which was still there.

His mind was beginning to take several turns in it, and every second somewhat tangible anxiety was born in his chest, no longer created directly by that girl in those moments... but for what it could be.

"I always managed to avoid her and not see her," the three heard Samara murmuring against Matilda's chest, still not calming down a bit. "But this time, I couldn't."

Matilda failed to understand those words.

"What do you mean, Samara?"

"I saw the monster," she murmured brokenly. I saw the monster that always appears in my nightmares... I saw it from the front..."

Again Matilda did not understand, or at least not initially. Immediately, what Samara had said the previous day came to her mind; about something she wanted to talk to her about.

"It's about my nightmares, the ones I told you about before. There's something about these that I didn't tell you, something that always appears in them.”

"It was just a dream, darling," Matilda said calmly, still running her fingers through her hair.

"No, it's real, the monster is real," Samara said almost in a panic. She separated her face from her psychiatrist and turned to see her with wet cheeks. "It's me…" She snapped suddenly, creating a wave of confusion not only in Matilda but also in the other two listeners. "I am the monster... I am the monster..."

Before Matilda could ask something, Samara stuck her face against her again, still crying though a little more slowly. Without saying anything, the brunette also hugged and comforted her back with her hands. None of the three had enough information at the moment to draw a conclusion about what those words meant. Even so, the anxiety that Cody was beginning to feel was suddenly increased.

END OF CHAPTER 21

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