On-my-wishlist

All the urban legends came true at once.

Of course, I was six pages deep in a tax audit at the time. Chewing a pen when a rash of mothers with broken backs were rushed to the hospital, courteousy of uncareful feet smashing on cracks. Doctors, unsure at the time, blamed osteoporosis.

It was watched pots that remained cool. Or salt thrown over a shoulder that - for a second - showed a devil’s eye. Or it was the alligators. Don’t get me started on the alligators.

But something was the first whisper of what we’d woken up. Nobody wanted to say it out loud, because it sounded so ridiculous. It was a secret that swelled in our cheeks. Phrases we had always said that went silent.

All the hauntings came true. We had photograpic evidence of spirits. That’s probably what started the mass hysteria.

Some things took longer. Rubbing a statue for luck or breaking a mirror. Delayed response. One bad day turns into a bad month. Then you’re at the local witch place begging for a respite - seven years of bad luck?! - and she’s shaking her head. Nothing to be done.

Oh, the witches. The funny thing is that when people have always called you a witch, they’re surprisingly needy when you turn out to be one. When the world shifted, little towns who avoided one woman for her witchiness were now flocking to her because their legend had made her become one.

Pens mightier than swords. Avoiding groups of certain numbers. When a knife drops, we all hold our breath for the fight. A fork means company will show up, confused how they arrived.

It got better for a moment, for a breath, while we figured out the rules of it. What was a legend and what was myth. What kind of faith was big enough and what was too big. Some legends only effected certain areas. Some only certain people. We sunk money into infrastructure for once to clear up cracks. Stepped over salt in every building. Sold amulets like trinkets. For a second, we almost got our feet under us.

And then it got worse. Sometimes the company you invited was strange, unhuman. You had to wear iron. We had loved our cryptids until they came down from the mountains, worse than we could have predicted. Bowls of milk were on every window sill but most of them rotted.

In the books, we had all read about the end of the old ones. The unspeakable ones, who went off into the hills one day. Who we cannot say the name of. Who did not exist in the land of buses or planes. Who can steal you if they know your name, who can never lie but do a good job of it anyway.

We were not ready. The Folk showed up through the thin veil, and they were already laughing.

And they were just the beginning.

There are so many fics in which Kylo/Ben calls Rey sweetheart that at this point i cannot imagine it not becoming canon. Especially if it starts off as snark and then you see the wheels turn in his head as he realizes what he just did and it hurts and yet feels so, so right.

Things/Phrases That Make Me Regress:


🐣 Who’s daddy’s cute little (nickname)?

🐣 Do you know how much daddy loves you?

🐣 Don’t let go of Daddy’s hand now, okay?

🐣 Can you show me your stuffies?

🐣 Can Daddy see your poem/drawing/coloring?

🐣 Let Daddy hear that pretty voice of yours.

🐣 Do you want Daddy to (order/get it/ask/tell them/other task) for you?

🐣 Little one (or other nickname), it’s okay. You can (be little/cry/act silly/be small/other thing) around me!

🐣 You’re so cute, little (nickname).

🐣 Pinky promises

🐣 Tickle fights

🐣 Building forts

🐣 Forehead kisses

🐣 Kissing/Holding my hand while driving

🐣 Singing/Rapping along with me or to me

🐣 Counting down to get me to do something before I get in trouble

🐣 Being called nicknames in other languages or special nicknames (feels more important)

🐣 Go get (stuffie name/your stuffie/your paci/your binky/your blankie/other little gear)

🐣 How is my little (nickname) today?

🐣 Do you want to tell Daddy about it?

🐣 *any encouragement for me to try a new food or activity can make me feel little as long as it is followed by praise*

🐣 Letting me step on your feet while we dance

🐣 Letting me cling to/hide behind you in public

🐣 Pulling me close to your side to protect me or keep me warm

🐣 Using your arm to make sure I don’t move too far forward when you brake in the car (I just call this the arm seatbelt thingy)

🐣 Surprises

🐣 Anything fluffy and cute

🐣 New stuff from my wishlist

🐣 Doing normal errands with you and ending it with a fun shopping trip or date


🌈 Please add more if you want to!!! I only used “Daddy” because I have a Daddy but use whatever word or name you like!!! 🌈

🐰~ Little Wishlist · Big Wishlist ~🐰

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