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When a friend is already a 'mrs' and here i am juggling between studying, my love for food, friends, and trying to court a guyđ
I know I told this story before but last year I was having complications with a surgery and I just broke down in a public place and I was trying to gather myself, sitting and leaning on a wall when this girl in cowboy boots approached me and sat down and she asked what was wrong and I told her it was medical issues and she said âI understand, I have to have my foot amputated next weekâ and it shocked me out of crying and I was like âwow that sucks!â And she said âyeah.â And then she just touched my arm so tenderly and told me âI promise you that this problem will have its place, and everything is going to work out.â And the way she said it just made me really believe her. She said. âWeâre just gonna have to cowgirl up.â And then she stood up and walked away and Iâd call that a genuine encounter with an angel but the truth is there is a lot of goodness right here on earth in humanity and itâs shining and pure.
Okay but âthis problem will have its placeâ is genuinely inspiring
THAT REALLY STRUCK ME because Iâve always hated the tired rhetoric of âthis happened for a reasonâ and this feels like a more genuine, comforting take on that. Not âit happened for a reason,â but âthis will find its spot in your life and your future that it fits into in a way that will eventually work out even though it sucks that it happened.â Love that.
Poem for you and me Mysme AU VXMC
V and MC are college students, same age
Undefined relationship
They both like each other, have stayed in touch with one another but none of you has ever gives a name to your relationship.
You never even met eyes to eyes.
Are we friends?
Impossible, it feels...special...
Are we...lovers?
...impossible, you never declare with each other.
Sometimes you could catch a glimpse of his tall figure, and shy as you are, you hide from his sight - but still enough to see him.
But some days you just don't see him. As hard as you may try, he's not in sight.
And this two weeks of no image of him, you feel your longings intensifies.
And then you see him
"When can we meet again?" You asked, trying to walk near, but not besides him.
He answered.
"Only 4 times in these 4 years?" You ask again, the pain in your heart somehow becomes intense.
"Yes, when everyone gathers." V smiles, his gentle, beautiful smile. And you felt like touching his lips.
I miss you, V. I wanna see you.
And I miss that smiles
Adorning your lips
Heart beats into melodies
But when light shines
And open are my eyes
A dream passed
and loneliness arrived
You sat on your bed, with tears in your eyes. Today, you're still hoping of a glimpse of his teal hair, again.
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Hope
This is more of a short fic (?) rather than a mysme fanfiction but I truly hope you guys can still enjoy reading it. Feel free to comment as I do started writing again to improve myself!
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You paced up and down the living area, trying so hard to control your motion, as to not let the blonde boy noticed the panic in your motion.
"MC... I'm-I'm sorry, I shouldn't ask you the question."
You stopped at the mention of your name, with shaking hands. You felt like being offensive at that very moment, because that is who you are - rarely defensive and tend to be offensive.
But you kept your calm. This is not the time, you thought.
The words still stucked in your head... lingering there, disturbing your mind.
You hate it.
Absolutely.
You're okay with any pressure - physical, mental and emotional, but not feelings. Because you, due to the past trauma, you need more time than usual to open up, even to someone whom you like, and like you back in return.
What if- what if I told you that my mum asked me a lot of times about marriage 'MC, do you wanna get married? Do you have someone in your mind, or you want me to find one for you? I know this kind-hearted son of a good friend of mine...'?
Would you like that? I- I just! I can't see why you're talking about this!
All those words, were gulped down your throat. You don't wanna hurt the boy in front of you.
But he saw the expression in your eyes - he hurt you. He was going to get up and reached out to you, holding you saying that everything's gonna be okay.
He just...couldn't. These - hugging, touching and skinship were not the nature of your relationship. Even having a face-to-face conversation was rare.
He silently admitted that both you and him were making this 'relationship', if it can be even be called one, ambiguos.
None of you dare to enter the territory of hopes just to be met with dissapointment.
He watched your body language. Right now, you were being defensive.
Super defensive.
"I-" You opened your mouth. All these time, you had been thinking, whether you should explain to him what actually happened before you met him.
"I was broken once by a guy I truly truly like." He stiffened at the word 'like', somehow reality hit the boy - MC had someone she liked before him.
Wait- broken?
"He told me he liked me too, but he has a girlfriend."
MC sat down and continued her story - of how she reminded that guy about his status and he reassured her that they broke up. So she started thinking that it's okay for her to confess her feelings. But what the guy didn't tell her was he got back together with his girlfriend.
So MC felt betrayed, she literally told that guy she liked him, with all her heart, even dedicated a drawing for them.
"It might sound small for you, but the 18 year-old me felt that it was a very big thing. It was so hard to pick up the broken pieces and to try to forgive him."
"Why would you forgive him?!" Yoosung nearly shouted with disbelief. That kind of guy did not even deserve your forgiveness MC!
Ah, because you're too kind, that's why.
"I was...traumatised. Even hearing his voice was enough to make me tremble in fear."
"I dont know when and how it started, but the moment I realised it, I already closed my heart. I felt very small to no attraction to anybody. I closed my heart to trust men, to even trust my friends to look at what is actually inside my heart."
Yoosung sniffed and you looked up. You saw him reaching for tissues on the coffee table. His eyes red.
"But then, I saw you. My heart beats again for you. I become interested again, I wanna know more about you. By any means would I go through to just know even a lil bit of you."
"MC- I-I'm so sorry for telling you what's my mom has been asking me. And sorry for not telling her about you and-"
"I felt happy whenever I talked to you, Yoosung... You always make me smile and, I know you're a good person. You are too kind to even betray me. But I- I can't open up to you just yet," you clenched your palm into a fist.
This is hard, opening up is hard.
Trying to control your trembling hands.
"I-"
"Shh" You felt a pair of hands wrapped around you, tightened into an embrace.
"I love you, MC."
"I love you so much. Sorry for making you tell me your past that you dont want to remember. Sorry for forcing you to open up for me and letting you shoulder the burden of clarifying our relationship."
"I've always wanna be with you, MC. I'll tell my mom about this, about us."
He whispered into your ears, "Wait for me, MC." He kissed you on your forehead, his gaze met yours. The gentlest eyes you had ever seen, to ever shine so bright.
"So we...?"
"I love you, and you love me, MC. It's okay if there's no name to this relationship. But just know that you can trust me and my feelings. Cuz I, I also trust yours MC.
Don't care about what other people might say about us. We know who we are to each other and that's enough." He said calmly, sounding so mature.
"My heart, I couldn't heal-"
He bumped his forehead on yours with a chuckle, "Don't worry, however long it may take...I'll wait for you, MC."
You smiled with tears in your eyes. Returning his embrace, you whispered a sorry
and a thank you.
Thank you, for clarifying whom you guys are.
For accepting yourself.
For waiting for you.
You can feel that your heart...feels less heavy. Maybe opening up is a good first step.
A small step, but enough for this once shattered pieces, to start healing.
To start really trusting the man you love.
The days where you could finally say 'I love you too, Yoosung, with all my heart' might not be that far off after all.
There's a glimmer into a future, distant yet approachable.
He held your hands in his, and clenched them tight. Giving a kiss on the back of your hand.
You felt warm, and happy and light.
Ah, this is hope.
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Yoosung is put in a very mature situation doesnt he? Our boy matured T.T I just couldnt think of any other mysme character that can fit this story. Sorry everybodyyy
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Afraid of big spider
Yoosung, Zen and Jumin's reaction to mc's fear of big spider. |fluff|no detailed description of mr. spidey|
I'm doing this cuz it's too near to my heart. And cuz I just saw a big spider moments before I decided to write this, to calm my fear.
Zen
It was a beautiful weekend morning. You were doing your normal housework routine after breakfast, happily, while humming to the upbeat songs on your playlist.
Your boyfriend was in the living room practicing his lines. He insisted to help you, but you denied his help, rather strongly. You can rest today, jagi! Zen gave up and then started practicing his lines for his next play.
How wrong had u ever been in life. And you totally admit that the moment you see that thing crawling slowly out of the crack between the cabinets.
"Aahhhhh!!!"
He stopped.
Zen dashed to the kitchen when he heard your scream. Both of you locked eyes. His worried eyes with the teary-eyed you.
"What happened, jagi?"
"S-s-spider....a b-big one!" you stuttered as you pointed in one direction. Your body leaned against the wall.
Spider? He thought to himself for a second. He never heard of you being afraid of spider. This is new! Being the concern boyfriend he always was, he came up to you and hold your hands, he could feel them trembling. He kept his sight on the creepy crawler that scared the heaven out of you, all the while hugging your petite body.
Slowly, he took you out of the kitchen, into the living room, and made you seat on the sofa. He wanted to princess-carried you, but figured that you might not want another heart stopping act.
He placed a kiss on top of your head and proceeded to the kitchen back.
As you calmed down a little, you heard Zen's voice from the kitchen. It was rather loud.
"Don't worry, jagi! ZEN THE KNIGHTTTTTTT WILL HELP YOUUUU!!!"
You chuckled. That helped calmed your nerve even better. And you felt in love with him again.
Moments later, he went out of the kitchen. Satisfied, with a glass and a cardboard in hands.
"Fear no more, my fair lady! The spider...is GONE!"
In all happiness and satisfaction coupled with your now-calmed down nerve, you ran to Zen and hugged him tightly. Your force nearly making him stumble because he was caught off-guard.
"Is it gone?" You asked, just to confirm it again.
"Yup!" He hugged you back, his warmth and smell comforted you.
"So what were you doing with those glass and cardboard?"
"Oh, I used them to catch that spider and throw him away."
You broke the hug making Zen surprised. "Jagi??"
"Throw that away, and make sure that glass is flippin' squeaky clean, Zen!"
"What?"
"NOW."
Zen gulped at your face and laughed out loud because he had never seen that expression on your face before this. He kissed you lightly on the lips and entered the kitchen again.
Now he know your biggest fear - big spiders, and judging by your reaction you wanted absolutely NOTHING that reminded you of that eight-leg crawlers.
While he was washing the glass (the cardboard was already thrown away), he felt a hug from his back.
It's you, whispering an apology for the scream, the hassle and for making him wash the glass, even though today was supposedly his off-housework day.
And you also whisper many thanks for catching the spider and calming you off your panic.
He loved seeing this.
The vulnerable you, the other side of you, his jagi, to be loved and to be embraced for all his life.
Yoosung
Awwwhhh that boy did not even leave your side. He was gaming then, it was a rare activity in his schedule. Ever since you guys had been married, he decided to give his all for his dream and most importantly, you. Lolol now became only a weekend thing. Praise the lord!
Now you had more time together.
So wasn't it very cute when he actually sprinted from his desktop (it's for work actually, ehem!) to you in seconds!
Only to have the gaming mouse replaced with a broom.
"Catch him, Yoosung!"
"I-I-I'm trying, MC! gulp!" Poor boy also afraid of spider.
You thought that your husband ought to know how to handle this spidey situation and got this done fast... since animal's his specialty right?
"MC, animals and bugs are different." You opened your mouth to say something but...Yeah, you're wrong, sorry!
When yoosung finally caught that spider and was going to throw it out with slightly trembling hands, you asked him whether he would be able to handle another spidery situation seeing his success.
Your husband nearly let the broom off his hands. "Of-of course, MC! Anything for you!" He nearly fainted. Watching that, you chuckled and said that it was just a joke. It's not tho!
Both of you spent the day cuddling with each other, talking about both of your fears.
"Are you sure you're already okay, MC? You were trembling back there." Yoosung asked as he tightened his embrace on you. You snuggle into his chest, feeling safer than ever.
Not because he saved you from the spider, but because his concern about you never faded.
You nodded as a reply, and his worried face lit up. He was happy, and you were happy. It all that matters.
But he definitely did not want to do what he just did. Na ah! This boy is so scared, and his fear of big spider is bigger than yours!
Jumin
You sat on the living room couch, stunned, watching all the people in full get-up entering your penthouse and started examining every nook and cranny.
It all started when Jumin heard you screamed and you literally ran to him from your room and hug him, slightly quivering in fear.
"What's wrong, dear?" As he hugged you back, he asked in a his usual low and unfazed voice. You looked at him - your eyes at the brink of tears, and you mouthed "S-spider, a b-big one!"
Now he's Han Jumin, he's not afraid of anything, if he could name his fear is only one, losing his family you, Elizabeth the 3rd, his father, his best friend: V, and the RFA.
So of course spider of any sizes would not scare him. But that eight-legged crawler scared YOU, the love of his life!
He's actually very concern, people! Very very concern!!
He immediately called for pest extermination that day. Only the most professional and the best service that money could buy!
They scanned the penthouse and searched every part of the house, no small cracks left out of sight.
Not only that, Jumin even hired them to exterminate the pests twice a month. To ensure nothing, NOTHING can scare you again.
You tried to talked him out of this. I mean, you did appreciate it so much on the day of the spider sighting, "but twice every month...don't you think is kinda going overboard?" Listen to you, talking like those big spideys never scared the heaven out of you. "I totally understand your concern, dear. But I just want the best for the love of my life." He said while stroking your hair. You know you couldn't talk him out of this. He was very firm with his decision.
"What if the spider came when I'm not around? That's why we have to make sure that they can never exist in the penthouse - with the pest control help!"
That was so Jumin.
He just want you, his love, his life and breath, to always be at peace.
"What if we trained Elizabeth to catch the spiders and kill it!"
He immediately called for a specialist in pest control. Cat training service? Not provided? Thank god!
Mengumpul rindu,
Menghitung waktu,
Andai sekali lagi bertemu,
Kan terungkai jiwa
Terluah kata
Namun saat jiwa bicara
Hati ini jadi takut
Minda ini bertanya
Sampai bila
Aku dan kau bersama?
Rindu
Search
You ask why
And you ask how
I can't tell you
It's because I miss you
And I wanna see you
But I'm still so shy
To look at you
Eye to eye
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I welcome you to my family, plz stay forever
Those days when sun shines
And evenings when the sky cries
You are what's on my mind
Looking forward to see you
Through the raindrops and lights
Though our paths may not cross
Even just a glimpse of you in my eyes
And a glance of me in you
Those times when my longing intensifies
Just a bit of you cracked a smile
Warm my heart
And fill me with emotions
Can you hear me calling for you?
Admit it people, Kim Yoosung's voice makes you smile after every call!
Meyhhh!!,
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The whole family lost something last night, and it was dad's.
So i asked him how's he feeling today after everything calms down.
Is he sad? Or maybe dissapointed? Frustrated or angry maybe?
But what he said was "I don't feel anything." And he said those words with a smile and a burst of laughter. He said he even feels calm, like nothing actually happened. Then, he continued...
"Because all of that which I lose is something temporary, something given to me by God. They are things that can be replaced. If God takes my wife, or my children, it might be harder to cope with."
I feel like sharing this because at least for me, they are very heartfelt words from my dad.
An old and homely grandmother accidentally summons a demon. She mistakes him for her gothic-phase teenage grandson and takes care of him. The demon decides to stay at his new home.
It isnât uncommon for this particular demon to be summonedâfrom exhausting Halloween party pranks in abandoned barns to more legitimate (more exhausting) ceremonies in forestsâbut it has to admit, this is the first time itâs been called forth from its realm into a claustrophobic living room bathed in the dull orange-pink glow of old glass lamps and a multitude of wide-eyed, creepy antique porcelain dolls that could give Chucky a run for his money with all of their silent, seething stares combined. Accompanying those oddities are tea cup and saucer sets on shelves atop frilly doilies crocheted with the utmost care, and cross-stitched, colorful âHome Sweet Homeâs hung across the wood-paneled walls.
Itâs a mistakeâa wrong number, per se. No witch itâs ever known has lived in such an, ah, dated, home. Furthermore, no practitioner that ever summoned it has been absent, as if theyâd up and ding-dong ditched it. No, it didnât work that way. Not at all. Not if they want to survive the encounter.
It hears the clinking of movement in the room adjacentâthe kitchen, going by the pungent, bitter scent of cooled coffee and soggy, sweet sponge cakes, but more jarring is the smell of blood. It movesâfeels something slip beneath its clawed foot as it does, and sees a crocheted blanket of whites and greys and deep black yarn, wound intricately, perfectly, into a summoning circle. Its summoning circle. There is a small splash of bright scarlet and sharp, jagged bits of a broken curio scattered on top, as if someone had dropped it, attempted to pick it up the pieces and pricked their finger. It would explain the blood. And it would explain the demon being brought into this strange place.
As it connects these pieces in its mind, the inhabitant of the house rounds the corner and exits the kitchen, holding a damp, white dish towel close to her hand and fumbling with the beaded bifocals hanging from her neck by a crocheted lanyard before stopping dead in her tracks.
Now, to be fair, the demon wouldnât ordinarily second guess being face-to-face with a hunchbacked crone with a beaked nose, beady eyes and a peculiar lack of teeth, or a spidery shawl and ankle-length black dress, but there is definitely something amiss here. Especially when the old biddy lets her spectacles fall slack on her bosom and erupts into a wide, toothy (toothless) grin, eyes squinting and crinkling from the sheer effort of it.
âTodd! Todd, dear, I didnât know you were visiting this year! You didnât call, you didnât writeâbut, oh, Iâm so happy youâre here, dear! Would it have been too much to ask you to ring the doorbell? I almost had a heart attack. And donât worry about the blood, hereâI had an accident. My favorite figure toppled off of the table and cleanup didnât go as expected. But I seem to recall you are quite into the bloodshed and âedgyâ stuff these days, so I donât suppose you mind.â She releases a hearty, kind laugh, but it isnât mocking, itâs sweet. Grandmotherly. The demon is by no means sentimental or maudlin, but the kindness, the familiarity, the genuine fondness, does pull a few dusty old nostalgic heartstrings. âImagine if it leaves a scar! Itâd be a bit âbadass,â as you teenagers say, wouldnât it?â
She is as blind as a bat without her glasses, it would appear, because the demon is by no means a âToddâ or a human at all, though humanoid, shrouded in sleek, black skin and hard spikes and sharp claws. But the demon humors her, if only because it had been caught off guard.
The old woman smiles still, before turning on her heel and shuffling into the hallway with a stiff gait revealing a poor hip. âBe a dear and make some more coffee, would you please? Iâll be back in a jiffy.â
Yes, this is most definitely a mistake. One for the record books, for certain. For late-night trips to bars and conversations with colleagues, while others discuss how many souls theyâd swindled in exchange for peanuts, or how many first-borns theyâd been pledged for things idiot humans could have gained without divine intervention. Ugh. Sometimes it all just became so pedantic that little detours like this were a blessingâhappy accidents, as the humans would say.
Thatâs why the demon does as asked, and plods slowly into the kitchen, careful to duck low and avoid the top of the doorframe. Thatâs why it gingerly takes the small glass pot and empties it of old, stale coffee and carefully, so carefully, takes a measuring scoop between its claws and fills the machine with fresh grounds. Itâs as the hot water is percolating that the old woman returns, her index finger wrapped tight in a series of beige bandages.
âIâm surprised youâre so tall, Todd! I havenât seen you since you were at my hip! But your mother mails photos all the timeâyou do love wearing all black, donât you?â She takes a seat at the small round table in the corner and taps the glass lid of the cake plate with quaking, unsteady, aged hands. âI was starting to think youâd never visit. Your father and I have had our disagreements, butâŠI am glad youâre here, dear. Would you like some cake?â Before the demon has a chance to decline, she lifts the lid and cuts a generous slice from the near-complete circle that has scarcely been touched. It smells of citrus and cream and is, as assumed earlier, soggy, oversaturated with icing.
It was made for a special occasion, for guests, but it doesnât seem this old woman receives much company in this musty, stagnant house that smells like an antique garage that hadnât had its dust stirred in years.
Especially not from her absentee grandson, Todd.
The demon waits until the coffee pot is full, and takes two small mugs from the counter, filling them until steam is frothing over the rims. Then, and only then, does it accept the cake and sit, with some difficulty, in a small chair at the small table. It warbles out a polite âthank you,â but it doesnât suppose the woman understands. Manners are manners regardless.
âOh, dear, I can hardly understand. Your voice has gotten so deep, just like your grandfatherâs was. That, and I do recall you have an affinity for that gravelly, screaming music. Did your voice get strained? Itâs alright, dear, Iâll do the talking. You just rest up. The coffee will help soothe.â
The demon merely nodsâsome communication can be understood without failâand drinks the coffee and eats the cake with a too-small fork. Itâs ordinary, mushy, but delicious because of the intent behind it and the love that must have gone into its creation.
âI hope you enjoyed all of the presents I sent you. You never write backâbut I am aware most people use that fancy E-mail these days. I just canât wrap my head around it. I do wish your mom and dad would visit sometime. I know of a wonderful little cafĂ© down the street we can go to. I havenât been; I wanted to visit it with Charles, before heâŠwell.â She falls silent in her rambling, staring into her coffee with a small, melancholy smile. âI canât believe itâs been ten years. You never had the chance to meet him. But never mind that.â Suddenly, and with surprising speed that has the demon concerned for her well being, she moves to her feet, bracing her hands on the edge of the table. âI may as well give you your birthday present, since youâre here. What timing! I only finished it this morning. Iâll be right back.â
When she returns, the white, grey and black crocheted work with the summoning circle is bundled in her arms. Â
âI found these designs in an occult book I borrowed from the library. I thought youâd like them on a nice, warm blanket to fight off the winter chillâI hope you do like it.â With gentle hands, she spreads the blanket over the demonâs broad, spiky back like a shawl, smoothing it over craggy shoulders and patting its arms affectionately. âHappy birthday, Todd, dear.â
Well, that settles it. Whoever, wherever, Todd is, heâs clearly missing out. The demon will just have to be her grandson from now on.
this is so sweet. it made me want to hug someone.
i had to
I WOULD WATCH SIX SEASONS AND A MOVIE
Okay but she takes him to the little cafe and all of the people in her town are like âWhat is that thing, what the hell, Anette?â and sheâs like âDonât you remember my grandson Todd?â and the entire town just has to play along because no one will tell little old Nettie that her grandson is an actual demon because this is the happiest sheâs been since her husband died.
Bonus: In season 4 she makes him run for mayor and he wins
I just want to watch âToddâ help her with groceries, and help her with cooking, and help her clean up the dust around the house and air it out, and fill it with spring flowers because Anette mentioned she loved hyacinth and daffodils.  Over the seasons her eyesight worsens, so âToddâ brings a hellhound into the house to act as her seeing eye dog, and people in town are kinda terrified of this massive black brute with fur that drips like thick oil, and a mouth that can open all the way back to its chest, but âHoneyâ likes her hard candies, and doesnât get oil on the carpet, and when âToddâ has to go back to Hell for errands, Honey will snuggle up to Anette and rest his giant head on her lap, and whuff at her pockets for butterscotch. Anette never gives âToddâ her soul, but she gives him her heart
In season six, Anette gets sick. She spends most of the season bedridden and it becomes obvious by about midway through the season that sheâs not going to make it to the end of the season. Todd spends the season travelling back and forth between the human realm and his home plane, trying hard to find something, anything that will help Anette get better, to prolong her life. Heâs tried getting her to sell him her soul, but sheâs just laughed, told him that he shouldnât talk like that. With only a few episodes left in the season Anette passes away, Todd is by her side. When the reaper comes for her Todd asks about the fate of her soul. In a dispassionate voice the reaper informs Todd that Anette spent the last few years of her life cavorting with creatures of darkness, that there can be only one fate for her. Todd refuses to accept this and he fights the reaper, eventually injuring the creature and driving it off. Knowing that Anette cannot stay in the Human Realm, and refusing to allow her spirit to be taken by another reaper, so he takes her soul in his arms. Heâs done this before, when mortals have sold themselves to him. This time the soul cradled against his chest does not snuggle and fight. This time the soul held tight against him reaches out, pats him on the cheek tells him he was a good boy, and so handsome, just like his grandfather. Todd takes Anette back to the demon realm, holding her tight against him as he travels across the bleak and forebidding landscape; such a sharp contrast to the rosy warmth of Anetteâs home. Eventually, in a far corner of his home plane, Todd finds what he is looking for. It is a place where other demons do not tread; a large boulder cracked and broken, with a gap just barely large enough for Todd to fit through. This crack, of all things, gives him pause, but Anetteâs soul makes a comment about needing to get home in time to feed Honey, and Todd forces himself to pass through it. He travels in darkness for a while, before he emerges into into a light so bright that itâs blinding. His eyes adjust slowly, and he finds himself face to face with two creatures, each of them at least twice his size one of them has six wings and the head of a lion, one of them is an amorphous creature within several rings. The lion-headed one snarls at Todd, and demands that he turn back, that he has no business here. Todd looks down, holding Anetteâs soul against his chest, he takes a deep breath, and speaks a single word, âPlease.â The two larger beings are taken aback by this. They are too used to Toddâs kind being belligerent, they consult with each other, they argue. The amorphous one seems to want to be lenient, the lion-headed one insists on being stricter. While theyâre arguing Todd sneaks by them and runs as fast as he can, deeper into the brightly lit expanse. The path on which he travels begins to slope upwards, and eventually becomes a staircase. It becomes evident that each step further up the stair is more and more difficult for Todd, that itâs physically paining him to climb these stairs, but he keeps going.
They dedicate a full episode to this climb; interspersing the climb with scenes they werenât able to show in previous seasons, Anette and Honey coming to visit Todd in the Mayorâs office, Anette and Todd playing bingo together for the first time, Anette and Todd watching their stories together in the mid afternoon, Anette falling asleep in her chair and Todd gently carrying her to bed. Anette making Todd lemonade in the summer while heâs up on the roof fixing that leak and cleaning out the rain gutters. Eventually Todd reaches the top, and all but collapses, he falls to a knee and for the first time his grip on Anetteâs soul slips, and she falls away from him. Landing on the ground. He reaches out for her, but someone gets there first. Another hand reaches out, and helps this elderly woman off the ground, helps her get to her feet. Anette gasps, itâs Charles. The pair of them throw their arms around each other. Anette tells Charles that sheâs missed him so much, and she has so much to tell him. Charles nods. Todd watches a soft smile on his face. A delicate hand touches Toddâs shoulder, and pulls him easily to his feet. A figure; we never see exactly what it looks like, leans down, whispering in Toddâs ear that heâs done well, and that Anette will be well taken care of here. That she will spend an eternity with her loved ones. Todd looks back over to her, sheâs surrounded by a sea of people. Todd nods, and smiles. The figure behind him tells him that while he has done good in bringing Anette here, this is not his place, and he must leave. Todd nods, he knew this would be the case. Todd gets about six steps down the stairway before he is stopped by someone grabbing his shoulder again. He turns around, and Anette is standing behind him. She gives him a big hug and leads him back up the stairs, he should stay, she says. Get to know the family. Todd tries to tell her that he canât stay, but she wonât hear it. She leads him up into the crowd of people and begins introducing him to long dead relatives of hers, all of whom give him skeptical looks when she introduces him as her grandson. The mysterious figure appears next to Todd again and tells him once more he must leave, Todd opens his mouth to answer but Anette cuts him off. Nonsense, she tells the figure. IF sheâs gonna stay here forever her grandson will be welcome to visit her. She and the figure stare at each other for a moment. The figure eventually sighs and looks away, the figure asks Todd if sheâs always like this. Todd just shrugs and smiles, allowing Anette to lead him through a pair of pearly gates, sheâs already talking about how much cake theyâll need to feed all of these relatives.Â
P.S. Honey is a Good Dog and gets to go, too.
the last lines of the show:
demon: youâre not blind here â but youâre not surprised. whenâŠ?
anette: oh, toddy, donât be silly, my biological grandsonâs not twelve feet tall and doesnât scorch the furniture when he sneezes. iâve known for ages.
demon: then why?
anette: you wouldnât have stayed if you werenât lonely too.
demon: you⊠you donât have to keep calling me your grandson.
anette: nonsense! adopted children are just as real. now quit sniffling, you silly boy, and letâs go bake a cake. honey, heel!
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that addition is a+ :)
THE ONLY ENDING I WILL EVER ACCEPT FOR THIS
Every time this post shows up on my dash, it gets better (and more heart wrenching. Yâall! Stop cutting the onions okay?!).
If ever donât reblogging this, Iâm either dead, dying, or buried under cat.
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