#;; imagine doing this in a match and youre the last survivor

[ask-the-maiden]

(well yknow im a patient player!!! i dont just go for marriage straight up cuz i want to bond with my wives!!!!! these fakers smh/j)

well, you might not see yourself as cute, but i sure do!!! i think you would look specially good without that mask of yours so i can see your pretty face (with not afraid of dying cuz i already flirted with god rizz)

Mitsuzo seems to pause for a moment, their hand reaching over to fiddle with their mask. Thank the Gods they had kept it on, but your words seem to have them contemplate on it.

...

...

“I... Am not sure if you would like to see what I look behind this mask. Many people had told me that I shan't take it off— after all, those who do are considered sinful in the eyes of Gods.”

They did pause before continuing, “That, and don't you think you're quite forward? Not that I mind, I suppose. I've never dealt with... Courting.”

[moisette]

Okay.

This has happened twice. When the Killer downs me - I immediately spam right mouse button and I escape. I will take that escape since I got Tombstone'd in my first chase of my first match xD

This is the longest match I have had in a while. It is not super duper long but it felt like at least 30 minutes xD I tried to die so maybe Thalita got hatch but we can't have nice things apparently Bu Would you believe I played against another Knight the next match :D I don't like this Killer. I really don't. Playing against him feels like a chore. It feels like no matter what I do - I get fucked xD I would never be mean to anyone that plays him but I heavily considered going next the match after this one. I stayed in it because I love Jesus uX (the Jeff's name was Jesus)

Could you imagine if pallets did spawn like that xD

Enduring + Spirit Fury and Brutal Strength + Fire Up. Nice. I like his build xD I wanted to tell him I was a fan of his build but thought he would likely not see it because he might have been console...

He was monitoring the hook I was on and intercepted Yun-Jin when she came to save me. I fully expected him to go for me but he chose to hook Yun-Jin instead. I don't know why he would ever do that but it was nice of him xD I still died but that was a fun match. I've never really cared about playing Freddy or playing against Freddy - he seemed super fucking boring. It's still probably too early to tell but I've played against several new Freddies and it has not been boring - it's been pretty fun. I think it's because his power is interactive - you can react to it and try to dodge it. Kind of like Pyramid Head's power, I guess. I love playing against Pyramid Heads that try to go for snipes and I can try to dodge. That's just fun to me. Even if my reflexes are sluggish xD;

I also went on a ramble about not knowing what the yellow add-on was. I was like "Ladies, if any of you know how to use a flashlight - I have one where I died. It has...Well, that's a lightbulb and the other one... It looks like that one Silent Hill 2 monster... Was it James' wife? Yeah. I have a flashlight with a bulb and James' wife 8u

[queenpiranhadon]

Okay so this was based off of a random convo I had w/ someone (I'll tag them later) -

Surviving the apocalypse with Katsuki Bakugou.

With the quirks becoming more and more powerful with each generation - society simply wasn't equipped enough to deal with the quirk mutation that was unleashed to the world - the disease spreading and eventually not only cancelling out other quirks but also infecting those within a certain distance of them. Any one who's skin between the collarbones was touched by one of these...zombies, would be affected immediately.

The world didn't truly take it seriously at first, knowing it was in an area far away that didn't concern them - until the numbers kept growing, and growing.

Eventually they came knocking to the gates of UA.

The alarms sounding, everything around you washed in a red light of chaos and destruction, your heart pounding far to fast to comprehend the muscled arm that yanked you away.

It was your third year - you and Bakugou had actually started dating a few months before all of this happened.

The blonde tugged your frozen form out of the classroom and up the stairs, onto the roof.

Already he could feel his quirk dwindling - he was well informed of the effects of these "zombies", and thus he was already formulating a plan.

Using his quirk, he blasts the two of you off the roof, carrying you in his arms and you let out a strangled cry, zombies closing in on the building with your friends inside.

But it was too late.

Katsuki's quirk finally ebbed away, and the two of you land on the roof of his house harshly.

The two of you lived there for a few months, until the nearby convenience stores were completely empty and void of food.

Packing up your things, the two of you leave, wandering for days - hiding from the monsters that prowled the streets and staying awake during sleepless nights.

The guilt that ate away at you never stopped though. Why couldn't you do anything?! You never told Katsuki, but the last thing you saw before slipping up to the roof, was a friend of yours, Hanta Sero, eyes wide in terror as he transforms before your eyes, hand outstretched and his mouth trying to form the words "help"

But you couldn't. And he was gone.

The guilt made you change too. You rarely spoke now, and if you did, it was in quiet whispers. Your heart numb every time you thought about what your life would be like, if not for how the world ended.

You weren't the only one who changed, though.

Katsuki got angrier, and more protective. He felt his heart break piece by piece, as you shut down - he was frustrated, not with you, but himself. Frustrated that he couldn't protect you from your own mind, from the horrors you go through in your head. He saw your pain and he felt it too, but he couldn't show it.

He had to be strong, for you.

He knew you were still you, he knew you still loved him, that you were still the kind hearted person he met and fell in love with.

He saw it in the way you cleaned him up and tenderly wrapped his wounds with bandages. He saw it in the way you would cry in relief when he came home from venturing out to get food. He saw it in your eyes, the fierce intensity of stabbing a blade into a zombie's neck whenever they caught him off guard.

He knew you loved him.

And he loved you too.

And hopefully, with that love, he could get the rest of you back too.

A/N: I imagine the two of you have matching necklaces and the necklaces have your initials on them - the charms rest on top of the skin in between your collarbones, like your love is protecting you or something idk I think it's sweet. Or if like you meet up with other survivors and you're just sleeping with your head don his lap while he's looking down at you lovingly and stroking your hair - and the others can see just how much he loves you... god this man 😫

[prettyykarmaa]

Reckless

GN!Reader x Naib Subedar

Summary - Naib gets chaired during a match. You don't want to leave him behind.

WC - 1,053 (that's actually surprising to me)

Author's Note(s) - This was inspired by @turbulentscrawl's 'Steamy Rescues' post! Please give it a read :]

https://www.tumblr.com/turbulentscrawl/740237408536231936/steamy-rescues?source=share

There is really minor violence in this, but please keep that in mind if that’s something you’re sensitive to. Also, I hc that survivors can communicate via a two-way earpiece!

"The cipher machine is primed. It's up to you now!" Luca's voice exclaims through your earpiece as you make your way to where Naib was chaired. Countless times have you attempted and succeeded in going ahead with risky plans. Still, all that prior experience was not doing much to stop your palms from sweating nor slow down your quickened heartbeat. You had ideas on why that was the case.

For one, the survivors of Oletus Manor have been on an awful losing streak recently, and it's been affecting everyone's morale. Even the survivors with relatively positive outlooks aren't doing so great. If you failed to turn this guaranteed tie into a win, you could practically imagine disappointed sighs and glares of disapproval (directed your way).

There was another idea floating around your mind as you ran, though.

You were nervous about failing him. The ironic part was that you knew he wouldn't hold any true ill-will against you. You're sure he'll call you an idiot, but he's not the type to hold a grudge over something like that. Even the best rescuers fail sometimes. So why were you so worried this time around?

Unfortunately, there wasn't any more time to linger on that question. Not when the chair was in your sight, and Naib's gaze was locked onto yours. He realized what you were trying to do the second he saw you rushing towards him. "Forget about saving me," You heard him say through your earpiece. "Just go for the tie."

"It's too late to do that." You huffed back as you looked away. You hear him let out an amused sigh before he speaks again. "Don't fuck up, then." As you got closer, your eyes scanned around his chair. Nothing. Ominous red light from the hunter? Missing. That was weird, but you convinced yourself to shake it off. Wanting to reach him in time, you forced yourself to run faster, resulting in you almost crashing into him. Almost. Using your hands, you stop yourself by planting them on either side of his head, practically pinning him against the chair.

If you had the time, you would've taken it to admire the sight in front of you. Battle-scarred hands gripped the armrests, and your eyes only traveled upwards, noticing the flex of Naib's biceps through his black long sleeve. Naib's hood had fallen, presumably during the struggle to the chair, revealing his pretty brown hair tied in its usual ponytail. It was disheveled, yes, but you that only made you want to run your hands through it to fix it for him. Yet, that all paled compared to how he was looking at you.

His dull blue eyes were trained on your appearance before reuniting with your gaze. They were filled with something you couldn't put into words, but you'd be lying if you said your heart didn't flutter. Realizing you could've completely misread his expression and he was actually silently judging, you try to save face. "I know I look breathtaking right now; you can tell me about it later, yeah?" You mumbled as you placed both hands on the safety bar and pried it off his lap before carefully taking his hands and pulling him out of the chair.

You were about to finally relax when you felt a shiver down your spine, immediately followed by a butterfly coming from overhead and landing directly in front of Naib. Without a second thought, you go between them and braced yourself. The familiar sting of Michiko's fan blade slashing you made itself known. However, it disappeared as quickly as it came, thanks to Luca popping the last cipher.

With a newfound sense of determination and the pain from injuries you both sustained becoming tolerable, Naib grabbed you by the hand and started sprinting toward the exit gate. "We're almost out. Just hold on a bit longer." He panted as he continued to pull you along. You subconsciously squeeze his hand, and surprisingly, he does it back. Another butterfly whizzes past, this time behind you. He notices and uses the hand holding yours, swinging you in front of him. Michiko barely misses her attack, giving both of you enough time to follow Luca through the exit.

Once you were back at the manor, you beelined to your room. You would've loved to have celebrated the win with everyone, but you were more than ready to sleep. When you were getting ready to turn off your lamp, you heard a knock on the door. You wanted to ignore it, but when there was a second knock, you sighed and opened the it.

It was Naib.

He appeared much more relaxed than he looked during the game, his right hand gently resting on your doorway. It was a good look on him. "Your recklessness never fails to amaze me," he says, shaking his head, which earns him a lighthearted eye-roll from you. "But nonetheless, I'm glad you rescued me despite knowing the risks." Usually, you'd tease him relentlessly for not being upfront with a "thank you," but you decided to play nice. Oh, how you regret not taking that chance.

"You know my conscience wouldn't let me leave people behind. Especially you." You say with a small smile. That second part was an understatement, as you'd drop everything and come running if he asked you to. For the sake of your pride, you didn't tell him that. He lightly scoffs when he realizes you are choosing to be passive tonight.

"It looks like you're getting ready to sleep, so I'll leave you be." He retracts his hand from the doorway, ready to head back down the hallway. Then, remembrance flickers across his face, leading Naib to turn his head back to you. Before you can ask what he was thinking, he suddenly says, "I agree."

"What?"

"You said you looked breathtaking during the game. I think you are all the time, so I agree.

With that, Naib turns around and walks down the hallway, disappearing behind the corner. Quietly closing the door to your room and shutting off the lamp, you crawl under the blankets on your bed. His words continually replayed in your head. Sleeping was going to be a struggle tonight. You would've brushed off what Naib said as him being oblivious (somehow) to how his words could be taken…

If it wasn't for the fact you caught Naib leaving with what looked to be a knowing smile.

He definitely knows.

And much to your dismay, that makes you all the more smitten over him.

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So fun fact, this is the first time I've ever written a fanfic but I hope it was enjoyable anyways!! Because I'm a minor, I strayed away from making this suggestive and leaned more towards romantic tension. I also had Haunted by Beyoncé on loop for quite a bit of this fic, so I wonder if y'all you can tell LMAO

Tags: @thekeeperofdreams

[motimatcha]

"nostromo"

PART 3. Incident.

parts: one | two | three | four | five

dbd Xenomorph (alien) x fem!reader. attention: swearing and swearing; strained relationship; chase.

In the end, only you managed to survive. running for survivors xenomorph managed to find time to stop you from repairing the generators, which is why by the end of the test you were unable to repair the last one and climbed out through the hatch. It would be more accurate to say that the xenomorph himself led you to the exit, chasing you throughout the ship until you escaped. You could say it was a noble act on his part to allow his future mate to leave largely unhurt, and you might agree with that if you didn't know the creature's selfish motive.

If everything continues like this, then soon the survivors will rally against you in tests with the xenomorph in order to present you to him and the Entity first of all.

You shudder when such a thought, the course of events, comes to your head, but you understand that the chances of such an outcome are rapidly growing, while the stranger diligently presents you with gifts in the form of other people's deaths. Perhaps the event with Ripley breaks you, or at least breaks you, which is why in each subsequent match you become colder and colder towards the deaths of others. Death is a concept not applicable to the world of the entity; each departure from the location created by the Creature only means an inevitable meeting with their tormentor, and after that the noise of the fire, the conversations of other people.

Kicking a pebble as you walked away from the fire into the forest to look for offerings, you heard a fragment of a conversation:

“I swear, if I have another test with this...” the man, whose name is David, says with undisguised irritation. His face contorts in disgust, he doesn’t even want to say your name, he was so disgusted, but his gaze - cold and angry - scans your back. “I’d rather climb onto the hook myself.”

“David, don't say that...”

“But why? After all, it annoys you yourself to be killed, so that later this monster will bring your body to this one.”

“Even if this is so, what did she do wrong? You think she herself wants to be an eternal object of obsession. Maybe you can also say the same about Lori?”

“Go to hell, Honas.”

Tears roll up to the corners of your eyes, but you, determined not to cry at least by the fire, go into the forest with your head held high . You can't let others know about this conversation . You can't let others know how much this affects you . You can’t, you can’t, you can’t... but you want to cry even more.

Salty paths sting the skin of the cheeks; as soon as a slight breeze blows, it becomes even worse. The accumulated moisture obscures your eyes, and now you no longer understand what kind of herbs you are collecting: are they daisies? Maybe basil? Or in general you came across calendula. It’s better not to wipe tears from your face with dirty hands, but you didn’t care anymore. Pulling your hand on the sweater, squeezing the ends with your fingers, you try to get rid of the moisture, but you only start crying harder.

The body is beating in hysterics, a silent cry escapes the lips. Why you? Why did the monster like you so much that he decided to destroy your life just to make him his mate? Or have you somehow disappointed the Entity? Maybe they were angry or not desperate enough in this endless cycle.

In an impenetrable fog and behind a veil of tears, being out of your mind, you imagine a blurry figure of a xenomorph. The humanoid creature stands in the distance and does not move. It observes how low you have fallen and despaired, are you ready to accept your fate as it is and as it is destined for you?

“Well, why, why exactly me?..” you ask the image of a stranger, but the creature is silent in response to your question, which only irritates you more. Anger rises from your entire being, pours out in the face of a heart-rending cry of anger at the creature that destroyed your life. “Go to hell...”

“Everything is fine?“

Ripley's voice puts you in a daze. You look away from the mirage, turn away to examine the figure of a woman emerging from the forest, and as soon as you turn back, nothing remains of the image of the xenomorph. The thickening fog dissipates and you realize that all this time you have been talking to a stone, the outlines of which are painfully similar to your personal stalker.

You shake your head. You didn’t want Ellen to witness your tears and hysteria, but from her soft look and tone, it became clear that she understood everything. That’s why she was silent, allowing you to release your simmering emotions, to throw out the disappointment and indignation that had accumulated over all the trials with the xenomorph.

The woman comes closer and puts her arm around your shoulders . She hugs the way a mother hugs her beloved child, who has faced adversity and is ready to shelter her from any problems. But Louise is not omnipotent, even if she wants to be so; it cannot shelter you from the oppression of the Entity and the xenomorph possessed by you, but it is able to give you warmth and peace, so that at least for a couple of minutes you do not think about the inevitable.

Ripley's arms are warm and calm.

“Cry as much as you need,” the woman says the words that you have long wanted to hear. At least from someone, even from damn David . Your grip on her back only gets stronger, and the fabric of her clothes wrinkles in your fingers. “I believe that you can cope with all adversities. But don’t keep negativity inside you that you can’t live with.“

“I can…” you sigh into her neck. The former officer smells of a fire, a wet forest and, not surprisingly, the Nostromo, the smell of which is difficult to describe; if you did take a chance, the first thing that comes to mind is the viscous saliva of the xenomorph and its acidic blood. “Thank you for this...” you say, after a minute of silence in someone else’s arms. “Ellen, is there anything else in the behavior of the xenomorph that I should know about?”

“After the stage of courtship on the part of the male, it follows...”

Mount Ormond greets you with the illusion of a bright sun in the sky, snowdrifts and a cold wind from which you cannot hide. And, of course, it was a xenomorph . And of course, you were his obsession.

“Damn, we ended up all together,” David spat on the wooden floor of the shack. “I won’t sit down with you to repair the generator...”

Honas, who spoke, was clearly not in the best mood. Especially after what his friend said.

“Don’t interfere. I can handle the generators myself, without you.”

With these words, David left you, leaving you alone with Vasquez and Michaela. Ridd looked somewhat surprised, as evidenced by her slightly open mouth and confused look as she followed King's back before he disappeared into the distance.

“Idiot...” Honas sighed before turning to you and the witch. “Shall we repair this generator?”

“If you don’t mind, I would like to bless the totem. At the same time, I’ll see if there are any damned totems here, who knows what.”

“Okay, I don’t mind ,” you quickly agree with other people’s words and approach the generator to begin repairs. The man who remains with you sits down next to you and there is silence for a long time, broken by the sounds of equipment being repaired. When silence becomes unbearable, and curiosity eats up from within, you decide to ask a man a question: “Why did you decide to stay with me?”

“It’s safer that way, isn’t it?”

“Oh, so that’s why,” you think, not comfortingly, “Sorry, but not this time.”

“A?..”

“He is here. Leave.”

You bounce away from the almost started generator, as if from a piece of hot iron, as soon as the head of the xenomorph begins to appear from the strong point. Being a former CIA employee, albeit working in the codebreaking department, Honas had a high reaction speed and endurance, which allowed him to dodge the tail of an alien, directed either in his direction, or in yours, running slightly ahead of the man.

Through one of the Entity's offerings, you have been given the power to see the auras of other survivors. Despite the fact that the yellow figures were poorly visible against the background of the light Ormond , you managed to adjust your path so as not to run out onto David repairing the generator and the red-haired witch blessing the totem . You run into the house, once a mountain resort hotel, and climb to the second floor, watching as the xenomorph, who has lost sight of you , turns his head around and noisily inhales the air, trying to track you by smell. Considering how many times he literally drooled on you, marking you with his scent, it was not surprising that the killer found you quite quickly.

Standing on all fours and preparing its tail, the xenomorph climbed to the second floor after you, while you, without wasting time, ran to the end of the corridor, where there were boards in front of the open (broken) window. You had to slow down so that the stranger could close the distance, and when he stretched his tail forward with monstrous force and speed, you ducked down, thereby dodging the attack, and then knocked together boards were thrown down on the killer’s head.

You heard the evil hiss of the perfect weapon when you were already downstairs, jumping from the second floor window . If this were not the world of essence, but the long-forgotten reality of your native world, a fall from such a height would mean a break in your legs. Without wasting time while the killer was busy destroying the obstacles in his path, you ran to the dilapidated walls with skis and poles to them . The xenomorph could not lose sight of you, and he would not want to switch to another survivor; if one of your comrades suddenly ran into the path of the alien, then at most he would get a paw on the body - no more.

Running away from the creature turned out to be more than exciting . In the struggle for your life, where a wrong turn meant meeting sharp claws, teeth or a tail, fears about what others thought about you receded.

Adrenaline took its place.

It was as if you were playing catch-up not only with the xenomorph and the Entity, but also with death itself, breathing down your neck . What's around the next corner? Where is it better to run, hide, wait? The new role opened up new opportunities and sensations . There was no longer a feeling of that all-consuming helplessness, there was only the instinct of survival, a cold mind and a sober mind, analyzing where to run next or where the killer would attack. And even if other survivors had questions about how you managed to run around while repairing five generators, no one dared to ask questions or express suspicions or indignations, while all four survivors could leave the killer’s territory unharmed.

Nobody. Except David.

Perhaps he was simply jealous or you had hurt his fragile pride, but despite your usefulness and vitality, King continued to cast sidelong glances in your direction . He still refused to work as a team with you, keeping his distance from others and seeming to be waiting for something.

“Tell me honestly, did you lie under this bastard, that he is not specifically hunting you in all seriousness?” when the man’s patience came to an end, he, with a slight squint in his dark eyes, finally voiced the question that had been daring him for a long time. “Or have you been a hidden talent all this time, waiting for the right moment?”

Ellen Ripley was a caring mother, affectionate and kind to you, but absolutely ruthless towards people who did not respect others or value teamwork. Perhaps it was the influence that the new survivor had on you, or perhaps the chase had strengthened your character, leaving behind your former vulnerability and timidity.

Murderers don't like snotty girls who are ready to cry from scratches on their knees. What attracts them much more, one might say excites them, is the pursuit of a victim who has not yet been broken, ready to fight back both physically and verbally.

“Are you jealous?”

“Envy that you turn out to be a whore for murderers, and also for monsters?” David asked with feigned amazement, opening his eyes wide, allowing you to see all the rage, anger, and disappointment that had accumulated over all the trials. Perhaps he, like you, did not have enough time to express his emotions. “I’m just curious who will end up in the same bed with you next. Maybe GostFace? I remember you were so happy to see him.”

You understood that the man was talking complete nonsense . Driven by his emotions, self-disappointment and former helplessness, he watched with envy your rapid growth not only as an individual, but also as a significant member of the team . David, who initially had skills useful to the team, was always treated with inflated expectations, and when he failed to cope, when most or all of the team found themselves in the clutches of the entity, the man took it personally.

You couldn’t blame him for the fact that King sees in you a reflection of himself from the past, but you also had no desire to tolerate his character, groundless rude accusations and insults.

“You know, David,” your voice is deceptively quiet so as not to attract the attention of the xenomorph prowling around the territory allotted to him, but, nevertheless, you clearly highlighted the threat with your intonation. “I used to admire you, no matter what the result of the test...”

“...I don't need your admiration...”

“But now I clearly see that you are nothing more than a boy who is offended by everyone, and first of all by himself ”, here it is. You clearly outlined the reason for this conflict, the struggle not of you against King, but of him against himself. “So before you say anything towards other people, deal with your problems first.”

“Fuck you.”

Careless hand movement. David, without calculating his own strength, pushed you painfully in the chest . Having lost your balance and falling backwards, you began to fall, and in another second, the back of your head could have become closely acquainted with the window frame, leaving you unconscious until the end of the test, if ... if not for the xenomorph located in the window opening .

The absolute predator looked around the shack, hidden under its black shell. One of his paws, large and heavy, lay on your shoulder and held you in place, saving you from a blow . Over the course of countless chases and close contacts, you managed to get used to both the size of the monster and its frightening presence, which is why your heart no longer beat like an antelope in the headlights of a car, but a subconscious fear sometimes tickled your mind . What else you were able to learn during your endless meetings were the shades and echoes of the xenomorph’s emotions , expressed in poses, movements and hisses, and the way the creature from deep space tensed up, preparing for an attack, you could only draw one conclusion - it was very alien angry

For the first time, you so clearly felt his overwhelming thirst for blood, but it was not directed at you at all, but at the cause of your unfulfilled injury. Today, the xenomorph is ready to sacrifice his instincts and eliminate the threat to his future mate.

“Run- ” you manage to scream before the predator points its weapon towards the man. In a second, the alien’s tail could have made a hole in David’s head, if not for the sudden roar of the Entity’s world and its intervention: a semblance of a hand that sprouted from the floor, pierced the creature’s body, entwined it with its spider-like legs and pulled it into the fog.

The test was terminated early.

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

Stumbled across your Hullabaloo stuff and I will happily hear you out.

I mean, just imagine him zeroing in on you the moment he realizes you're one of the Survivors he's supposed to hunt down. On one hand, the others are probably grateful for the easy match since he's so focused on you. On the other hand, there are probably some who are not happy about seeing what happens when this particular Hunter does get his hands on you.

Rated: Mature | Warnings: normal in-game kiting

The jump over the palette will allow you to briefly give you some distance, however, that is betting on him not jumping over the palette too to keep a close distance or gain the upper hand to strike you. It will be your first hit so you won't go down immediately but it will be tedious to kite against Hullabaloo.

The Moonlight River Park is his playground, he knows every inch of it; while you know enough to find the best spots to kite and hide, you know he is too unpredictable. Mike Morton, the survivor, plays on that as he knows when to put on a show and when to bow out. Hullabaloo, Mike's hunter counterpart, does the same.

So all you can do is pull out your box of tricks and hope for the best.

Trickster, the jack of all trades but master of none, the gambler; your box of tricks using the tools of others in the manor. The decoy and the aromatherapy cane work well to keep the hunter from hitting you and only hitting the air. The flare gun dropped in an area already used to kite the damn circus star, you ping it for Lucky Guy to grab when you are down一 Not an if, it is a manner of when and where. You use your last trick of the armbands to get off the bridge to the haunted house since three of the chairs in that area are dismantled.

“Wow!” Hitting you with two different colored bombs, “You are putting your all into this!”

You nearly trip when another copy hits you but it is the same color bomb, but you barely get a chance to vault over the dropped palette before you are downed. Fuck, a terror shock! You fall to the floor between the benches coughing up the smoke from the bombs, they hurt more than you expected each time.

“Aw, only one cipher kite,” Laughing as he floats into a sitting position as he mocks you, “You have the worst pair to be kiting cipher progress for,” Laughing, “Seems I will win single-handedly.” Breaking the palette dividing you from him.

You struggled in his arms as you were so close to self-healing, damn you should have kept him talking.

The good thing is that the basement is in the circus tent, and the chairs are broken, too. The bad thing is that he is not taking you to a chair.

“Mike?” Upstairs to the side where no one can see you, “Wait, you said later!” Realizing what Hullabaloo is doing when his hand is on your ass as you are laid over his shoulder.

“Well, later is now, gumdrop,” Giggling as he puts you down on the floor but on your front, “Come on don't be shy now! After all, if you keep me busy, your group might win.” His hands are working to get your clothes partly off, “Unless you want to be chaired?” Box conveniently here to have you bent over.

“You are an awful person, Mike Morton.” Turning yourself over to look at the smiling hunter.

“Of course! I am a hunter, your fate, your life, and victory are in my hands.” Leaning over and placing both hands on either side of you caging you in, “Now, entertain me, starlight. The spotlight is on you.”

[mindisrotting]

𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 | simon "ghost" riley

tags | wife!reader, parenthood, a little angst, fluff, mentions of murder, not proofread (sorry for any mistakes)

special thanks to @athanasialove for inspiring this little fic <3

Imagine Simon Riley, who sometimes before going to bed thinks about the things he went through. He found friends, and he found love, unconditional love, but he will never forget what Roba put him through, all that torture and grief of having to see his lifeless family on the floor of his home.

He's become a tough guy, a ghost, but he still has feelings and emotions. Sometimes he feels paranoid, the thought that in some corner of this cruel world there's someone who wants to cause him pain by hurting those he loved, his wife and precious kids, won't leave his mind. They're his reason to live, to survive, to give the best of himself. His little family will always be the light at the end of this dark tunnel. So no matter how much he wants to brag about them—to tell his squad about the perfect goal his son scored on his last football match or how his daughter recently learned how to read, and now she will read every word she sees aloud—he's terrified. Until Task Force 141 is coming back from a mission that ended with him getting shot twice. The surgeon had told him that he got lucky, if the second bullet had perforated a few centimeters more up, he would be in a body bag instead of laying on a hospital bed.

When you picked up a phone call from an unknown number, the last thing you expected to hear was your husband shaky’s voice. With tears in your eyes, you listened as he told you everything. Even though that wasn't the first time he's got hurt on the job, it was the first time he did since growing his own family, and it unlocked a new fear he never experienced before. He never wanted to leave you, not like this. When he asked you to do something, he wasn't thinking about the enemies he's made in all his years of service, he wasn't thinking about everyone seeing them in broad daylight.

When the military plane landed, and everyone got out to reunite with whoever was waiting for them to come home, everyone assumed Ghost would just say goodbye to Johnny and be on his way alone. But he went down the aircraft steps rapidly, because in the distance, he saw two little people running towards him with an older person walking behind them. He got down in one knee and opened his arms, waiting to feel the impact. When it did, he cried—the last time he shed any tears was when his daughter was born at only 28 weeks, she was so fragile and small, but she was a survivor—feeling the warm hug of his seven and four-year-old, it was the best feeling in the universe having two tiny humans yell “Daddy!” at the tops of their lungs and saying how much they missed him. Johnny was bewildered, because he never knew those people existed. He looked at Price but he was just as shocked, he looked away knowing it wasn't his business. Then came you, his beautiful wife of nine years, the mother of his children, his bridge, his strength, his everything. You, too, cried as you hugged him, knowing that he’s home safe and well. You stayed like that for longer than normal because Simon refused to let go of you.

When he was laying in the bed of his cold hospital room, he knew he needed to see you as soon as possible. He couldn't wait for the aircraft to land at base and then take another flight and drive an hour to his home in the countryside of England. He begged you to go with the kids to the base, and without hesitation you agreed, knowing this is what he needed.

He unwrapped his arms from you and took your face in his hands, wiping away your tears with his thumbs while his kids stood patiently. Then, your gaze directed from his brown eyes to the man standing looking at the scene, you motioned to Simon to turn around. He told you who the man was and crouched down to meet his kids’ eyes.

“wanna meet uncle Johnny?”

[jackoshadows]

In the books:

White Harbor

“Was ever snow so black?” asked Lord Wyman. “Ramsay took Lord Hornwood’s lands by forcibly wedding his widow, then locked her in a tower and forgot her. It is said she ate her own fingers in her extremity…and the Lannister notion of king’s justice is to reward her killer with Ned Stark’s little girl.” - Davos, ADwD

Winterfell:

"The bride weeps," Lady Dustin said, as they made their way down, step by careful step. "Our little Lady Arya." ... What do you think passes through their heads when they hear the new bride weeping? Valiant Ned's precious little girl." ... "Lady Arya's sobs do us more harm than all of Lord Stannis's swords and spears. - The Turncloak, ADwD

The Boltons about the Northmen marching with Stannis:

���Even ruined and broken, Winterfell remains Lady Arya’s home. What better place to wed her, bed her, and stake your claim? Let Stannis march on us. He is too cautious to come to Barrowton…but he must come to Winterfell. His clansmen will not abandon the daughter of their precious Ned to such as you. - - Reek, ADwD

The northmen marching with Stannis:

"Winter is almost upon us, boy. And winter is death. I would sooner my men die fighting for the Ned’s little girl than alone and hungry in the snow, weeping tears that freeze upon their cheeks. No one sings songs of men who die like that. As for me, I am old. This will be my last winter. Let me bathe in Bolton blood before I die. I want to feel it spatter across my face when my axe bites deep into a Bolton skull. I want to lick it off my lips and die with the taste of it on my tongue." - The King's Prize, ADwD

Stannis to Lord Commander Jon Snow:

… more northmen coming in as word spreads of our victory. Fisherfolk, freeriders, hillmen, crofters from the deep of the wolfswood and villagers who fled their homes along the stony shore to escape the ironmen, survivors from the battle outside the gates of Winterfell, men once sworn to the Hornwoods, the Cerwyns, and the Tallharts. We are five thousand strong as I write, our numbers swelling every day. And word has come to us that Roose Bolton moves toward Winterfell with all his power, there to wed his bastard to your half sister. He must not be allowed to restore the castle to its former strength. We march against him. Arnolf Karstark and Mors Umber will join us. I will save your sister if I can, and find a better match for her than Ramsay Snow. You and your brothers must hold the Wall until I can return. - Jon, ADwD

Lord Commander Jon Snow on the Wall:

"He's to marry Arya Stark. My little sister." Jon could almost see her in that moment, long-faced and gawky, all knobby knees and sharp elbows, with her dirty face and tangled hair. They would wash the one and comb the other, he did not doubt, but he could not imagine Arya in a wedding gown, nor Ramsay Bolton's bed. No matter how afraid she is, she will not show it. If he tries to lay a hand on her, she'll fight him. "Your sister," Iron Emmett said, "how old is …" By now she'd be eleven, Jon thought. Still a child. "I have no sister. Only brothers. Only you." Lady Catelyn would have rejoiced to hear those words, he knew. That did not make them easier to say. His fingers closed around the parchment. Would that they could crush Ramsay Bolton's throat as easily. - Jon, ADwD

You know nothing, Jon Snow. He thought of Arya, her hair as tangled as a bird's nest. I made him a warm cloak from the skins of the six whores who came with him to Winterfell … I want my bride back … I want my bride back … I want my bride back … "I think we had best change the plan," Jon Snow said.

The roar was all he could have hoped for, the tumult so loud that the two old shields tumbled from the walls. Soren Shieldbreaker was on his feet, the Wanderer as well. Toregg the Tall, Brogg, Harle the Huntsman and Harle the Handsome both, Ygon Oldfather, Blind Doss, even the Great Walrus. I have my swords, thought Jon Snow, and we are coming for you, Bastard. - Jon, ADwD

Stannis sending Arya to Jon Snow for a debt owed

"Oh, and take the Stark girl with you. Deliver her to Lord Commander Snow on your way to Eastwatch." Stannis tapped the parchment that lay before him. "A true king pays his debts." Pay it, aye, thought Theon. Pay it with false coin. Jon Snow would see through the imposter at once. Lord Stark's sullen bastard had known Jeyne Poole, and he had always been fond of his little half-sister Arya. - Theon, TWoW

Even the traitors Karstark pretending like the others:

Lord Arnolf shoved himself up, a vulture rising from its prey. One spotted hand clutched at his son’s shoulder for support. “We’ll take (Winterfell) for the Ned and for his daughter.” - The Sacrifice, ADwD

Us reading A Dance for Dragons: The North is marching for Lady Arya Stark of Winterfell, daughter of Ned Stark. Arya Stark is a pivotal character, a Key to the North around whom the North plot revolves. Various Northern factions are uniting behind her, the Lord Commander broke several oaths of neutrality and died trying to save her, two kings tried to save her.

Sansa stans/Jonsa shippers:

They hate it so much that the North plot revolves around Arya that the only thing they can do again and again is gaslight the fandom with this false equivalence that talking about Arya's importance to the North is making light of Jeyne's rape and abuse.

Also, Ramsay marries Arya Stark to give legitimacy to his stake over the North as Lord of Winterfell. Which is why Manderly wants Rickon because his claim supersedes Arya's. These morons pretending that discussing this plot is an insult to Arya while they hand over all of Arya's book themes, characterization and relationships to their fave is hilarious.

Like every other day there is a post of how Sansa is the MOST IMPORTANT because EVERYONE WANTS TO MARRY HER and she is the ONLY KEY TO THE NORTH - because the Lannisters, Tyrells and LF are all plotting to marry her off etc. The whole Jonsa shite is about Sansa deigning to make the poor bastard Jon legitimate by marrying him etc. Their world revolves around Sansa's marriage. But apparently discussing how Arya's marriage to Ramsay to hold the North is driving the Northern plot is insulting to Arya's character 🤣

When even the author has given all these interviews pointing out that replacing Jeyne with Sansa on the TV show changed the entire story because 'Fake Arya' is essential to what is happening in the North, these stans can only regurgitate this tired old nonsense and attack book readers for discussing what is actually in the books instead of making up headcanons on how their unqualified fave is the only candidate to be QITN

[bookished]

( a collection of starters. adjust phrasing as necessary.) feel free to make edits to better suit your muse, but please don’t edit or add on to the original post 💛 if you like, please consider supporting me through tips

The old, leather-bound journal was found hidden under the floorboards of the abandoned mansion. Its pages contained cryptic messages and a map that seemed to lead to something of great value—or danger.

In a world where the stars can be plucked from the sky and turned into powerful talismans, a young orphan discovers a constellation that has never been seen before. It points to a destiny that could change the fate of the entire realm.

During the height of the Renaissance, a young artist discovers a hidden chamber in the heart of Florence. Inside, she finds sketches of inventions far beyond her time and a letter addressed to her, written centuries ago.

Two strangers meet on a delayed train during a snowstorm on Christmas Eve. As they share stories to pass the time, they realize they have more in common than they ever imagined—and that fate might have brought them together for a reason.

In a small, isolated village, people start to vanish without a trace. The only clue left behind is a symbol carved into the doors of their homes, a mark that matches ancient legends of a vengeful spirit.

In a future where emotions are controlled by the government, a young woman discovers an underground movement that aims to restore true feelings to humanity. She must decide whether to join them or stay in the safety of her regulated life.

Every night, a small café in the city transforms into a magical place where time stands still and dreams come to life. Only a select few know about its existence, and one day, an ordinary person stumbles upon it by accident.

A high school student finds an old camera at a garage sale. When they develop the photos, they see glimpses of the future. Now, they must navigate high school life while trying to change events they know are coming.

"I don't believe in coincidences, especially not ones involving missing people."

"You mean to tell me you've never seen a dragon before? Where have you been living, under a rock?"

"The prophecy spoke of a hero, but I never imagined it would be someone like you."

"This isn't just a piece of space debris; it's a message."

"Our planet was destroyed. We're the last survivors, and we need your help."

"Do you really believe the king will pardon us if we find the lost treasure?"

"She's a woman in a man's world, but she'll change history, mark my words."

"I didn't come here to fall in love; I came to find myself."

"Every letter I wrote to you, I wrote with my heart in my hand."

"That house has been abandoned for years. Why would anyone go inside willingly?"

"The shadows in this place…they move when you're not looking."

"There's a map, but it's missing the most crucial part—the key to decoding it."

"I've been to the highest mountain and the deepest sea, but I've never seen anything like this."

"Freedom is an illusion they sold us to keep us compliant."

"We've been living in a lie. It's time we uncover the truth."

"Every night at midnight, the old clock shop comes alive. Haven't you ever noticed?"

"They say the forest spirits grant wishes, but only to those who ask with pure intentions."

"I found this old diary in the attic, and it’s like it’s talking directly to me."

[slashersgostabbystabstab]

Flesh (NSFW)

Singularity x Reader Smut (Sort of)

Hi guys! I know it's been a hot minute since I've posted anything and I apologize another thousand times. I feared school would take up too much of time and I was unfortunately correct, and today is my last day of Spring Break so I'm posting whatever I can as fast as I can ;7; Might just have to try to write HC's which can obviously be done faster

Anyways, have a small fic that doesn't necessarily involve the reader/you but it begs the question...can a robot dream? Imagine? Just trying something here lol

Warnings: Horny thoughts, mentions of gore(?), smut, vouyerism (?)

After a thorough inspection of some areas Hux had access to, he came to the conclusion that the Entity had called you. The greater being clearly required your services, much to his disliking, but as long as you were not running into the arms of another or purposely avoiding Hux he could be considered at bay. 

Before he had actually come to this finding, Hux had found it peculiar that you had not been waiting for him in the Huxlee Caracas when he departed from his latest match. Upon this realization he quickly sought you out, leaving Toba Landing to give you a piece of his mind once he found you lazing about at the survivor campfire. However, your form was nowhere in sight as he scrutinized every bit of the site. His sensors only caught sight of all the other worms, a handful missing because they were being put up against Hux’s “associates”, as he called them. 

A rather dissatisfying sight. Nonetheless, Hux continued on his way through the foggy woods that lead to each of the maps in the realm. Although as he made his route back to his own map, he was quick to sense a nearby presence. In fact, he was able to identify that there were actually two different bodies.

Worms that had strayed too far from their soil. 

Despite the stealthiness Hux sometimes lacked, he made it his new mission to find exactly where in the woods these two were located. But after much scouting around, it  almost made sense why he believed there was only one specimen after it seemed as though there was only one.

Once he was able to locate these beings deeper in the woods, as he used the fog and trees to conceal himself, in an open area he found what appeared to be a singular shape. Such a shape was perceived as something consisting of entangled limbs, humidity and so, so much flesh. The bundle of heat elicited various sounds, sounds he had only heard in the past in which he was another. Sounds that could only be made by humans who wanted to release their energy when the stresses of their tasks overcame them. Sounds made by something he comprehended now.

Upon closer inspection, it now registered in his mind that the entangled mess was not a mere web of flesh, but it was a pair of worms squirming in each others’ hold as they copulated on the cold ground. Their rags were spread underneath them to protect them from the ground’s dampness: one human on top while the one beneath them lay with ankles hooked around their hips. The dominant one of the two could be seen thrusting their pelvis into the other; forceful jerks that moved back and forth, increasing in pace by the second. 

Perhaps they were “blowing off some steam” like the crewmates tended to do in the Huxlee Caracas before they met their demise. 

It was not yet in Hux’s understanding why humans performed these actions, other than for reproductive reasons. He questioned why they decided to create a writhing mess of flesh where one entered the other’s body. It seemed pathetic and like such a waste of time. It was pitiful how, in between thrusts, the human on their back released the other’s shoulders to instead cradle their face. They pulled the other’s face down, pulling them down before they smashed their lips against each others’. If Hux had given himself eyes similar to a human’s, he would have easily rolled them at the sight of something so piteous. 

What he had instead were his sensors that zoomed in to watch these humans even closer than before, and he caught sight of what allowed one human to be inside of the other without them being torn limb from limb: an appendage that he lacked. Yet it was something he did not care for. 

However, Hux’s CPU did something he did not think possible.

Yes he was able to revisit moments he had recorded, and so images from earlier instances before you were forced to part from him played through his head as he continued to watch the couple. Images of you sitting before him with his body in between your legs as you held his face in your palms, features hidden in the crook of his neck as you planted a nibble on his faux flesh. It was like he felt your nibble all over again, and then your kisses, like a phantom touch as he replayed the moments. But suddenly the image of you changed: your body lacked every bit of your clothes. 

Never had he witnessed you completely unclothed, only having come across you in your undergarments when you were changing from your usual clothes into a jumpsuit from the ship. With this alone the image of you holding him was reconstructed, all your flesh in full view for his sensors to scan as you pulled him towards you. 

You lay on your back as Hux felt your ankles hooked around his hips. He thrust himself into you, forceful jerks that moved back and forth and increased in pace by the second. And with every jerk he elicited harmonious sounds from you, sounds that were breathy and desperate as you called out to him. Cried his name out for everybody in the Entity’s realm to hear. 

But only he could hear your cries that his CPU played for him, your cries that begged him not to stop. To move faster. To move harder. To fill you up with his genetic material.

He watched himself move faster and harder than before, watched as every move made you grip onto him like your life depended on it.

Your eyes were shut so tightly, head thrown back as your heart pounded in your chest hard enough for Hux to sense it. But even as you pulled yourself away from him to press into the surface behind you, you managed to crush his body against yours.

You were an entangled mess of flesh and machine, wriggling against each other like you were one. Hux could feel every jolt of pleasure as he pressed against you, the appendage in his lower region sending every signal throughout his self-made flesh. 

But suddenly his CPU made a realization: your legs were not wrapped around him and his body was not melding into your own. You were not in front of him, you weren’t sobbing at the feeling of his appendage inside you as he hit every sweet spot imaginable. 

He found himself yards away from the survivors, taking notice of the one on top giving one last powerful thrust before they each gave a sigh of elation. He watched them release each other, sharing one last kiss as they rode out their high, right before an uncomfortable and tingling sensation crept up their backs.

In an instant they whipped their heads around in Hux’s direction, looks of fear and embarrassment apparent on their expressions as they hurriedly parted ways and attempted to gather themselves. 

Hux did not care for their current conditions, already limping his way towards them with cruel intentions as they tried to make a run for it through the foggy woods. But Hux was faster than them, better of course, facts he already knew as he caught up to them in no time. 

He didn’t care much about the worm that had been on the receiving end, letting that one slither away as he downed their other half in an instant. He overlooked their body before his sensors caught sight of the very thing he was missing, a laughable attachment that required more genetic material. 

Hux had no need for this, he very well knew this. But Hux wanted it, DESIRED it in fact. He craved the ability to bury himself inside you, feeling your flesh from the inside without his killer instinct forcing him to open you up to feel your own human wirings. He craved becoming one with you without ending your pitiful, little life. 

Copulation was not a necessity for him in the slightest bit, but if these worms could enjoy it, why couldn’t he?

[miss0atae]

I finally watched the final episode of DFF and I can say the ending is very satisfying, except for my poor White. I thought he would be the final survivor but he died anyway (let me mourn in silence 😭).

▪️ Non was avenged for everything, if you believe death is the perfect revenge. Fluke and Top killed themselves in some way. White was killed by his lover. Phee stopped New and killed him too. Everyone killed each others and had to face Non before dying (except White because he never knew him and was innocent… Yes I still can't accept his death. 😅)

▪️ I know the ending of this episode was a bit controversial but I believe it was interesting. I like how they made us believe, at first, Phee, Jin and Tee got away from this house and carried on with their life (except Tee, but I want to talk about this after). The normalcy of Phee and Jin life seemed truly unlikely the more they talk to each other. The color was so bright, it hurt. It felt surreal. Then they went to the place where Phee brought his two lovers and after witnessing Non, he started questioning everything and it ended right here. There is no mistake. They never left and the final image is their last resting place: the house! I found this very poetic, in some way.

Now I wanna talk about each character's ending and if it was fitted with their behavior towards Non.

▪️ Fluke never did post the video and just witnessed everything and never tried to save Non. He believed himself to be innocent in some way, because he was never the one who did anything. He was just there, following the rest of the group. He was a coward and probably (I don't know if it was implied as heavily as viewers think) relieved the group had someone else to bully. His death was fitting to mee*. He wanted to act like he never saw anything, well he didn't need his eyes anymore. Why needing eyes when you want to be blind to everything that is not you. I also don't forget how much of a bully he was also to White (Have I told you how I was protective of him? 😂). He may have not been the meanest to Non but he became also like the rest of the group after Non's disappearance. I've heard a victim of bullying often becomes a bully and you can see it with Fluke.

▪️ Top was just a nasty being. He never had any ounce of kindness and I'm surprised he survived so long. I couldn't stand him. Every time I saw his smirk I got annoyed. He was an active bully against Non. He called him "Greasy" anytime he could. He lied and used him too. I also think he never really tried to cover his wrong doings. He never minded using the wit of others to save him. He never cared about ensuring their plans would work. He thought himself to be a leader but was mostly a follower. I think his death could have been worse. Something that would match his actions more.

▪️ White, my innocent poor boy who just made the mistake of loving the wrong person, he didn't deserve his death at all. He just wanted to spend time with Tee and love him. He was faithful, kind and a bit naughty but in the good way (the candy scene!). Dying by the hand of your lover… It's just sad. Tee killed him because he thought it was Non and when he realized it, it far too late. I don't like the narrative for White. He got punished for loving the wrong guy and it doesn't sit well with me. His mistake was a small one and it was also because he never had a way to know. I don't know how the writers could have saved him because it wouldn't work well in this story, but I still don't like it. I wish I could find a good ending for him that would go well with the story, but I can't imagine anything.

▪️ New died because of Phee and it was expected. As someone said here, he was a dead man walking. He had only one goal and no one to wait for him outside. His desperation was his only fuel. He wanted to avenge his brother and it didn't matter who was in the middle of this revenge. If he survived, it would have not worked. He had to die to put a final stop to this story. It's sad to believe his entire family and himself died because of a group of self-absorbed brats. He did what he had to and left with the feeling his work was done.

▪️ Now I have to talk about Phee… How the mighty have fallen. He was the previous lover and he acted like he wanted to avenge Non. His actions at the beginning of the story showed him to be the mastermind until we discovered it was New. From that moment, his actions seemed different and less pro-actives. He wanted to save Jin (which could be understandable because he was his lover… You know feelings and everything can get in the middle of a quest for truth) but why did he want to save the bullies of his past lover and even said he consider them as friends?! That's where I started to think Phee was lost. I admit he never said he wanted to act on them. He wanted the truth, while New wanted to make them pay. Phee probably would have given the info to the authorities and expected them to take the lead there.

▪️ Jin, in his hallucination, saw himself being filmed by others while he was having sex. It's a direct link to what he did to Non. He filmed him and released the clip online. He had a weird relationship with cameras. On one hand it was his hobby and on the other hand it was also a "weapon" he used to express his jealousy towards Non. He had a crush on him and he wanted him but instead Non was with Keng. He was jealous and felt betrayed (even though he never did anything to make his feelings really known by Non) and he wanted to hurt him the way he felt he was hurt by Non. So for him to hurt his hand was the appropriate punishment. Without a hand you can't act on your "ill-feelings" and you also lose the opportunity to use it for good things anymore (such as taking pictures as a form of art).

▪️ As for Tee, it was the most fitted punishment. He couldn't deserve the happiness of being loved and in love because of his actions because he had taken Non away from being loved and in love too. Losing the reason he started to act better and rethink his life, is a true retribution. I also felt his relationship with Non was the most interesting. There was this tension between them, especially when Non ended up at the service of his Uncle. Tee was in hell and instead of trying to find a way out, he dragged Non along with him, while still thinking he had no other choice. Tee grew up in a toxic environment, but we saw he could find a way out when surrounded with the right opportunity such as his meeting with White. The fact he met White, while finding a way to help Non get away from his Uncle is proof how "good" actions can lead to even better things while "bad" actions, like making Non being the scapegoat for the broke camera, leads to worse things. To be honest, the false ending of Jin, Phee and him being away from the house, is the best punishment for his actions if the idea is to really punish him. He is alive, but he has to live with the idea of killing his love and losing his so-called friends. He then get consumed by his thoughts. Very gothic!

To finish, I would like to say I had so much fun watching this series, reading about it here and writing the longest texts in English I've ever made. Even having people commenting on them and being able to exchange was truly a delight. I liked everything. I'm a bit sad it's already the end. I hope we'll get to watch the actors in other series. I found most of them to be good. I also like how this BL breached out of the typical BL's stories (even if I still enjoy them too). I like when they try to innovate and create something different. Let's hope we'll get another one soon as entertaining and compelling as this one. Thanks for the ride.

[farmerstarter]

"Songs the Bachelors and Bachelorettes Listen To" Headcanons (Part 1: Bachelors)

This is inspired by @stardew-shitposterino ! I saw their post, where you can read here, and I wanted my own take on it. This was super fun to write. I'll have part 2 with the bachelorettes posted tomorrow. Also, the wildest shit just happened, I got into a biking accident lol! Anyways. Thanks for stopping by! All likes and reblogs are appreciated 🌷🤍

ʚ🏈ɞ ˚ · . Alex :

🏈 I'd like to imagine Alex would listen to the most bubbly songs while exercising. He plays Cupid by FIFTY FIFTY while lifting weights.

🏈 Half his music playlist is filled with music that Haley listens to because he can't be bothered to curate his own.

🏈 Hypes himself up before practicing gridball by listening to "Eye of The Tiger" by Survivor and ends his practice by listening to "The Final Countdown" by Europe.

🏈 Doesn't shuffle his songs so he knows he's supposed to do one exercise when a certain song plays. Like, "Oh it's 'OMG' by NewJeans, I should be doing push ups rn"

🏈 Knows old songs by Nat King Cole, The Ronettes, and Percy Sledge to name a few because his grandparents like to listen to them during the weekends.

ʚ📜ɞ ˚ · . Elliott :

📜 Knows Sea Shanties because of Willy. Elliott reads on the bench by Willy's Shop while Willy was fishing and the fisherman just started singing. It would be cute to imagine that it happened because Elliott was tapping his foot in a slow rhythm and Willy started singing along with it.

📜 Elliott's knowledge on sea shanties gets even more deeper the more he hangs out with Willy. Willy invites Elliott to join him on his boat to do some deep fishing and Elliott knows like ten sea shanties by the time they get back to shore.

📜 He knows some classical pieces and plays them on his piano when he doesn't want to write for the day. Sometimes he'd compose his own songs on the spot.

📜 Dude goes main character mode and listens to songs by Cigarettes After Sex, like "Heavenly" and "John Wayne", sitting on the sand while watching the sun rise.

📜 He's a hopeless romantic, he listens to a lot of love songs. Ranging from old to new love songs, Elliott enjoys listening to the lyrics to somehow get inspired by them. It's funny to think that some of Elliott's compliments are low-key lyrics. Like, "I wish you bluebirds in the spring and to give your heart a song to sing" ('I Wish You Love' by Lisa Ono) and "Mine to have when the now and the here disappear" ('Again' by Doris Day). And it's completely unintentional. He doesn't even realize he's doing that. He just listens to romance songs too much.

ʚ🛩️ɞ ˚ · . Harvey :

🛩️ Listens to The Carpenters. "Yesterday Once More", "Top of the World", "I Won't Last A Day Without You" all that stuff. He plays it in the clinic but only when Maru isn't there because he doesn't want to bother her with his song choices. Sometimes, he'd hum out the tune while examining patients. He just enjoys how soothing they sound.

🛩️ Speaking of soothing, he likes listening to slow songs to fall asleep to. Has a whole playlist for it too that's exactly 8 hours long. He goes straight to sleep when the first song finishes and wakes up just when the last song ends.

🛩️ He has a Walkman Cassette Player. He uses it when he does his aerobics classes. Listens to just about any song on it, really. Anything that makes it seem like time is going faster is great. OH. Wait. Maybe, the ladies end up having Harvey's cassette play on a stationary cassette player that Caroline has after Harvey lets them listen to it. They all found Harvey's song choices delightful.

🛩️ He offers music therapy. They're informal sessions at most but Harvey spends a lot of time making personalized playlists. Like full on carefully and heavily curated to match specific needs and moods for his patients. It skyrockets his music knowledge to the roof.

ʚ🎸ɞ ˚ · . Sam :

🎸 He has the most random and eclectic music taste. Ranges from Rock Music and Skate Punk to Vocaloid and Video Game music. He'd be listening to "Welcome to the Jungle" by Guns N' Roses for one moment then listen to the "Donky Kong Country Theme" the next.

🎸 He tries to copy the guitar riffs in some songs, not stopping until he can play it in one go. By the time he's done that countless of times, both Jodi and Vincent know what song he's playing based on the first few seconds of it.

🎸 Is the one to initiate a sing along in the Stardrop Saloon on Fridays. And he's always down to do karaoke. He's even suggested some more music-centered activities to do in town events. And he managed to convince Mayor Lewis to have him be DJ during the Summer Luau but only when he promised not to add anything disgusting into the potluck.

🎸 Teaches Vincent to play the drums when the kid doesn't have any classes. It all started with Sam letting his brother hit the crash cymbal for the end of a song he was playing. Then it all went up from there. Sam starts with the basics then lets Vincent play whatever. It's a noisy few weeks in the household but Jodi appreciates her boys spending more time together.

🎸 He has playlists for all situations.

ʚ👾ɞ ˚ · . Sebastian :

👾 This dude listens to Bonobo and Aphex Twin when programming. Better yet, Sam made him a playlist specifically for when he's programming and Sebastian doesn't skip any of the songs. That's a lie. He skips the songs that Sam put in there to mess with him like "CBAT" by Hudson Mohawke and Sam's poorly sung cover of "Fall For You" by Secondhand Serenade.

👾 You know how some of us would stay up until 3 am to complete a project before a deadline and listen to energetic songs while doing them so we won't fall asleep? Sebastian does that. Songs like "Caramelldansen" by the Caramella Girls, "Bumblebee" by Bambee, and "Superstar" by Toy-Box to name a few. Just the idea of Sebastian hunched over his computer with those songs playing while Sam is fully jamming in the background is great.

👾 Listens to the dirtiest songs with the straightest face ever.

👾 I'm all for villagers interacting with each other so consider Sebastian and Elliott being unlikely acquaintances after Sebastian showed Elliott the wonders of the synthesizer.

👾 When his mind wanders, he ends up humming out the tune that Abigail plays with her flute.

ʚ🐣ɞ ˚ · . Shane :

🐣 Sings to his chickens. He does, you know he does. Even sings in accents when he's bored enough. Jas found out he does that after going in Shane's coop, thinking a stranger was trying to steal her uncle's chickens. But no, it's just Shane singing "9 to 5" by Dolly Parton with a British accent.

🐣 Always has his headphones on during work at the Joja Market so no one would bother him. There wouldn't even be a song playing, he just wears them. One time Sam tried to get his attention but Shane outright ignores him even when Sam pointed out his headphones aren't even connected to anything.

🐣 I like to think that Shane is a fan of Indie Folk and he listens to songs by Bon Iver when walking to work. "Beach Baby" is his favorite song.

🐣 Since Shane's always the last one to leave the Saloon, Gus would let him pick what songs to play in the jukebox until the saloon closes. Even after Shane stopped drinking alcohol, he and Gus would spend time together at the late hours of the night talking, listening to whatever song Shane played.

[randomfandomdreaming]

A Lesson in Stealth

Pairing: Ghost Face (DBD) x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1,854

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, smut, general Dead By Daylight violence, light choking (reader receiving), rough sex, Ghost Face calls you "darling" several times, knife play, blood, dirty talk, hair pulling

You felt as though you were being watched. Stalked, actually. Which meant that the Killer was either Michael Myers or the Ghost Face. If it was Ghost Face, well… You knew either way you wouldn’t be leaving this trial alive.

You had gotten Ghost Face as your Killer quite a lot these last dozen trials. It felt as though The Entity wanted you to suffer, even making you the Obsession for the majority of your matches with him. Every single time, he made sure to bring in a Memento Mori, usually either Ivory or Ebony. He made sure that you were the last one to die. You were sure he relished in making you suffer longer than everyone else.

This time, though, you had a plan. You had gotten very good at timing his stalking. You counted to yourself as you worked on the generator, moving at the last few seconds to break his line of sight. You could imagine him swearing to himself, and it made you smile. You saw him move through the tall grasses of Backwater Swamp, and you crouched next to the generator. He kicked it, and was immediately blinded. You slowly moved away from him as he recovered, hearing him muttering under his mask. You thought you could make out him cursing that you had gotten smarter. When he turned and moved away from the generator, you silently followed him. So this was what it was like to be the Killer, to be doing the stalking instead of being stalked. You had to be careful, though. You knew your meter was almost completely full. One wrong move and he could down you instantly.

Ghost Face was getting more and more frustrated with this trial. He had lost track of every single Survivor, something that never happened. He cursed to himself as his mind wandered to how you had learned how to finally counter him. He paused when he thought he heard breathing. He whipped around to find three out of four Survivors trailing behind him. They scattered immediately, and Ghost Face lunged at the nearest one, beginning to panic. He always killed everyone. Every single time. They had two more generators left, and not a single person had died yet.

He pushed you out of his mind, focusing on the other three Survivors. Within three minutes, all of them were on the ground. He hooked each one, smiling to himself and knowing you couldn’t save them all. Meg was dead, Kate was in the struggle phase, and David was about to go into the struggle phase. Ghost Face smiled to himself, knowing he had you beat. Until Kate was unhooked. And then David a few moments later. Shit. He’d worry about you last. You had never escaped him, so he wasn’t even worried. He easily found Kate again and sacrificed her. David was a little trickier to find, having resorted to moving from locker to locker. He still hadn’t seen you since he tried to mark you.

You were still trailing behind Ghost Face, somehow still avoiding detection. Your efforts to rescue Kate and David had been in vain, as Ghost Face had easily found them both and sacrificed them. You resisted the urge to laugh out loud at how he had failed to realize you were even there. He was a great (albeit an unknowing) teacher on stealth.

He seemed to be looking for Hatch now. You could catch a word from him every now and then, along with his frustrated tone. He cut across the corner of the map, not really paying attention. Then you heard it. You smiled as you broke away from following him, immediately finding hatch in the corner. And there was even a vault window on the log near it. You broke into a sprint and vaulted, knowing full well you were alerting Ghost Face. Your feet touched down on the ground right next to Hatch. Moments later, you could feel Ghost Face watching you. You looked around, trying to find him. He was suddenly there, grabbing you from behind by the neck.

"Thought you could escape from me?" he growled in your ear. "Maybe I’ll have to teach you a lesson."

"You already did," you shot back, not particularly uncomfortable with his hand pressed against your wind pipe. "Thanks for the lesson in stealth." His grip tightened, slightly cutting off your oxygen.

"Really now? How about we put this new-found skill to the test?" You could practically hear his smile under his mask. He hoisted you up onto his shoulder, and you began to attempt to wiggle free. "I wouldn't do that if I were you, darling. Things could end up less than favorable for you." You ceased your attempts as he carried you further away from the Hatch. He eventually dropped you on the top floor of the shed, next to the pile of crates. You shakily attempted to stand, using the crates as support. You heard Ghost Face chuckle behind you before he grabbed you by the back of your shirt.

"No Mori yet?" you asked, cockiness bleeding through your voice. Ghost Face made a type of hissing sound before you felt the tip of his knife press into your back through your shirt.

"Your shirt would look much prettier on the ground," he whispered in your ear. Your breath caught in your throat as you realized just what he intended to do with you. He dragged his knife up your back, cutting the fabric but not your skin. Your shirt fell away, leaving your upper body exposed. "I think your pants need to join it."

He reached around and undid your pants, removing them and your underwear before pushing you to your knees. He came around to stand in front of you, admiring you on your knees in front of him. You tried to cover yourself out of instinct. He grabbed you by your wrist and dragged you to your feet, pushing your back against the crates and causing you to be sat precariously on the top of one. He took hold of your other wrist and pinned them above your head with one hand. He still held his knife in the other. You gasped as you felt the cold steel touch your skin, making you shiver. He chuckled and pressed harder. You felt a small trickle of your own warm blood as he carefully dragged the knife over your skin. The pain slowly turned to pleasure each time he began cutting in a new spot. A soft whimper eventually escaped your lips when he withdrew his knife, and it was too much to hope for that he hadn't heard it. He brought his mask-covered face close to yours.

"Needy, aren't we? We all have needs. Maybe if you help me with mine, maybe I'll let you live for once." His knife clattered to the floor as he raised his gloved hand to his mask. He raised it just enough for you to see his mouth as he pulled his glove off with his teeth. He returned his mask to its rightful position as his hand wandered between your thighs, teasing you. Your hips bucked slightly, earning a chuckle from the masked Killer. He didn't let you process fully what he was about to do before he plunged a finger inside you. You clenched around his finger, your body unprepared for the invasion. He slid another one in, then a third, pulling a small moan from you. He let go of your wrists, reaching down to grab his knife.

"Let's have a little fun, shall we?" You couldn't see his eyes, but you could feel them staring into yours from where he was positioned between your legs. He removed his fingers and placed the pommel of the knife handle against your hole. With no warning, he thrust it into you, causing you to throw your head back and moan. He began to fuck you with his knife, no doubt enjoying the sounds you were making, oral or otherwise. He didn't let you get too used to it, however, before he completely took away the pleasure he was giving you. He placed his knife to the side, standing. He shifted how you were sitting on the crate, and began to loosen his robes around his waist. If you were being honest with yourself, you weren't expecting someone of his height to have a very large dick. Fuck, were you wrong. You had mere seconds to process everything before he stabbed himself into you. Your gasp turned into a loud moan as you shuddered in both pleasure and pain. You were already covered in sweat and dried blood, and Ghost Face was determined to cover you in something more.

He began to move, rocking his hips into yours. He bent toward you as he did, nearly resting his chin on your shoulder. His grunts mixed with your moans and lewd sounds, turning you on even more.

“You’ve been wanting this, haven’t you, darling?” he growled into your ear. “How long have you lusted after me? Days? Weeks? You’re so needy for me it’s pathetic.” His thrusts became harder, deeper. “You really think I wouldn’t notice? You took time to learn exactly how to counter me. I know you haven’t done that with anyone else.” He used your shoulder to push his mask up slightly before biting down on your neck, drawing a moan from you.

“Such pretty sounds from you, darling.” He pulled out of you, roughly flipping you over so your upper body was resting against the crate. He grabbed a fist full of your hair and yanked your head back, thrusting back into you. “Let’s make some more.” You felt cold steel against your back again, followed by more of your own blood. He was mercilessly pounding your hole, drawing all kinds of sounds from you. Ghost Face, the cold-blooded, unfeeling Killer, was now making you feel things you never thought anyone could. You cried out in ecstasy, getting pushed over the edge. He chuckled as he felt you throb around him, knowing that it was all his doing. He thrust into you several more times, slowing down. He made a sound like a mixture of a moan and growl as he released inside you. He stayed there for a moment, enjoying the feel of you around him, your hair still gripped tightly in his hand. He let go of your hair and pulled out of you. You could hear his readjusting his robes before he turned you back over, wanting to admire his work. He slipped two fingers back inside you for a brief moment, covering them with both your and his fluids. He brought his fingers up to his mouth, licking them off. A cocky smile graced his lips.

“Delicious,” he said, standing and fixing his mask. He grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder again, walking you back to the Hatch. He dropped you on top of it, stepping back. “Until next time, darling.” His words rang in your ears as you disappeared through Hatch.

[theamityelf]

What's your take on polytagonist/naehinahara? I just feel like they'd be really cute 'cause they're unconfident boys who would definitely support and be there for each other <3

Also just the thought of them tag teaming in each class trial is really appealing to me............ but how would that even work? maybe in an au where Monokuma gathers all the past killing game survivors for one last killing game? but ough that's just so tragic............ but at the same time can you imagine them taking turns in pairing up together?? investigating together?? 🥹

First of all, of course I love them as a ship! I already like Hinaegi and Naehara separately, and Hinahara would also be a fun combination, with Hajime's steady abrasiveness and Shuichi's more precise, infrequent abrasiveness in-between bouts of malleability.

As for that specific scenario:

Oh my gosh, first of all, I'm going to say for this AU that despite the 77th class all having been brought back after SDR2, only the survivors of that game are in this new killing game. For V3 I'm going to say that was also a simulation, specifically so Kaito and Kokichi can get pulled in on some technicality about their case being inconclusive.

Now, you may look at this as me very specifically targeting the trauma of the THH cast, since they're the only ones whose entire friend group is in the killing game.

Anyway, I'm also going to say everyone's memory is erased except the protags, because whoever set this up is doing it as a specific torture of them. This means we have pre-character development Maki, Fuyuhiko, Byakuya, etc. in play, and if the protagonists try to impress upon them that they're already friends, they just get extremely suspicious and defensive.

Naturally, this means the protagonists all huddle up together right away.

"Alright, who's doing this one?" Makoto wonders.

"I don't know," Hajime says.

"You don't know?" Shuichi repeats in dismay. "You're from the Future Foundation and you're from Ultimate Despair. I thought one of you would have some idea."

"Whoever it is, we're not in a simulation right now," Hajime says.

"You're sure?" Makoto says.

"Positive."

"That's...worse, but...we know our friends. Whoever let us keep our memories did it to hurt us, but we know our friends."

(Hajime levels a sympathetic look on Makoto.)

"Knowing someone doesn't help you stop them from killing, if they feel they have a reason," Shuichi says quietly, thinking of Maki. "And the mastermind is in charge of giving people reasons."

"I probably could have re-befriended my friends the slow way, if I'd caught on faster that they didn't remember me," Makoto sighs. "Now, I weirded them out, and it'll be a lot harder."

"That's okay. You can actually branch out," Hajime suggests. "You should talk to Fuyuhiko and...Yumeno. Those are good matches for you. Once you've gotten to know them, I think Hagakure is also still an option; he's more interested in your seemingly supernatural insights than anything, though aligning yourself with him might not legitimize you in the eyes of Kirigiri, Togami, or Fukawa. I can reason with those three. Shuichi should spend time with Akane and Asahina."

"Then, what about Sonia, Kaito, Maki, Kazuichi, and Kokichi?" Makoto asks.

"Focus on your two for now, okay?"

It is a good idea, and they do mesh well with those groupings, but of course things don't go entirely to plan.

And of course, whenever something terrible happens, they retreat to each other's arms. They're all protective of each other, and they're all protective of their own friends, and the potential for hurt/comfort is matched only by the potential for messiness when some of them have to prioritize who they most want to protect.

Hajime's many talents are, of course, an asset, but if he knows multiple people are in danger at once and he can't save all of them, he's prioritizing his friends (which include Makoto and Shuichi) over their friends and might even have to do a trolley-problem-style switcheroo where Toko dies in Sonia's stead or something of the sort. He wasn't the one to kill her, but he decided who he was more willing to lose.

Shuichi would be willing to lie in the trials, and Kokichi would notice, and Kyoko would probably also notice. Hajime would back up Shuichi's lies when he knows he can get away with it and contradict them when he knows he can't. Makoto would not lie because he finds it really important that everyone is able to trust each other.

Kaito might punch Fuyuhiko in the face at some point. That would go really poorly. Or maybe he tries to punch Fuyuhiko in the face but Makoto's in the way and gets punched instead, solidifying Fuyuhiko's bond with Makoto because now he's got to teach this guy a lesson for effing with both of them! (Kaito is sorry, but like...not sorry enough?)

And Makoto (who passes out on impact, btw; his character development didn't involve not passing out when he gets punched in the face) is just like "No, you don't have to do anything to Kaito!" while Fuyuhiko is all "Sit down and let me handle this."

Makoto realizes, over the course of calming his friend down, that Hajime set both him and Shuichi up with people who could and would protect them from physical threats. He always thought of it as Hajime trusting him to keep Fuyuhiko out of trouble and trusting Shuichi to keep Akane out of trouble, but in a way, he's also trusting his friends to keep Makoto and Shuichi safe.

The day Maki dies or gets executed (I'm sorry, there's no way she sruvives this one.), Shuichi sleeps in Makoto's bed, crying into his chest. Hajime intuits where they both are and brings them food. He wants to curl up on Makoto's other side, but he has to keep watch over the school. There are too many people they can't afford to lose.

(A version of this same AU where it is a simulation is also on the table. In that case, Hajime wouldn't have any Kamukura Project stuff in his head and also motives like Despair Disease could happen.)

[rollie-pollie-ollie]

MegAnna Blurb #1

So, I learned recently that braids were a very important part of Russian history. They were used to represent honor and respect, but they also represented your relationship status. And that's where things get very interesting for Meganna. Cause in all of Anna's cosmetics she has either buzz cut hair or very short hair. Something that would be unheard of in Russia when she was alive. So, one of two possibilities happened with her story. Either dbd didn't bother looking into Russian history (the most likely option) or there is a lore reason. Thinking of a lore reason, what if her father was drafted into the war and passed causing her mother to move away from others and cut her hair? This would allow huntress to know about the hair system but also be comfortable around short hair.

But meeting Meg, someone whose base cosmetics are not one, not two, but three braids? Yeah, that would break her mind. Is that redhead like her mother and lost her spouse? Or does Meg not want a spouse in the first place? What in the world do three braids mean? I feel like that would be a question that would be on the back of huntress's mind but not something that would bother her enough to distract her from her hunt. At least the first time. But it would sit there and fester. What is the meaning of the three braids that this little fox wears?

It would finally boil over during a partially irritating match with Anna managing to kill all the other survivors except for the little runner who managed to escape her grasp each time. But with the entity on her side and spawning the hatch right in front of her. It was only a matter of time before Meg was cornered and downed. With her eyes shut, waiting for the axe to her head. Imagine Meg's surprise when instead a hand reaches over and gently grabs one of her braids. Her first instinct would be to freeze. To let the massive, axe-wielding woman do as she pleases. The louder part of her screamed to try to run away while she had a chance. So, gathering all of her energy Meg would book it, deciding there was no way to make it the door in time and wanting to go out on her own terms. Not realizing that in her chase one of her braids had fallen.

It wouldn't be until Meg was under the gentle glow of the campfire until the campfire and a friend's soft reminder that her hair was half down. Not having the energy to do it herself, She graciously took her friend's offer to braid it for her; even if it was just a simple two-style braid. It felt nice to have someone do her for her. Small tears welled up in her eyes thinking that the last person to her hair was her mother. But that's who she was fighting for and now was not the time to focus on that. After all, they could have another trail any minute now.

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Luck would have it that Meg wouldn't be pulled into a trail for a good long while. A well-deserved break for her. But it would be just her luck that the next trail she would get would be with the one killer that she was the most eager to avoid. And for some reason, this match would be especially brutal. The Huntress targeting her no matter how badly her teammates tried to take chase or how many distractions there were. The huntress only had eyes for Meg that round. Normally having the attention of a 7-foot-muscled woman doesn't sound that bad, but when you add the murderous ramage it gets a whole lot worse. It would be the most difficult match Meg would've had with the huntress to date. Every swing of the axe held so much more rage than Meg was used to.

And the only thing that Meg could think was what caused this sudden change, not realizing she was wearing the change. Huntress couldn't explain the weird feeling in her chest after seeing the little fox wear the two braids. A part of her couldn't care less. It wasn't the first time a survivor had a spouse before the entity took them. But there was something about seeing that the little fox was taken and having the answer about the three braids that made her feel like there was a pit in the middle of her stomach. And what better way to fix it than to get rid of the problem that was causing it in the first place? So yes, she targeted the redhead out of the game, but it was for a good reason. She thinks. So why does her stomach still hurt?

Huntress would finally get her answer one night when doing her nightly walks around the forest. Not expecting anything but managing to find an injured little fox. Humming to herself, she would be in a dilemma. Take the injured one home or put her out of her hurting now. Huntress's thinking would get interrupted by an unexpected shout from the fox and seeing the fight still in her, huntress figured it wouldn't hurt to take her in and tend to her wounds. After all, there is no point in a chase if it would be boring.

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Over time the idea of chase would slowly leave Anna's mind as she grew closer to Meg. Living together with someone was something Anna missed. Being able to take care of someone without them fighting back was a dream of her's that she was finally able to fulfill. But even with the nice atmosphere between them, it didn't help ease the weird feeling Anna had whenever she looked at the braids on the other's head. It was a silly thing but why does she wish there was only one braid...

All good things must come to an end though and it would end with the most basic of questions. "Do you miss your husband?"

It would be a question to take Meg completely off guard. Taking care of her mother took all of her time, and she had no energy left for a partner at the end of the day. Much less energy for a man. So, she answered honestly. She never had a husband and doesn't have a partner, only a mother hopefully waiting for her at home. Judging by the way Anna slammed her hands down, that was probably the wrong answer. "Why Lie", would be shouted from the other side of the table.

If there was something that Meg couldn't stand, it was being called a liar. "Why would you think I'm lying?", would be her instant response.

The odd hand jester Anna made towards her wouldn't be enough to answer her question and Meg would be sure to let her know that. But by the way, Anna stormed out it was clear Meg wouldn't be getting her answer anytime soon. And maybe that was for the best. Cause soon enough, she was once again back in a trial and once again she was against a very angry Huntress. Except this time she knew there was more behind the mask and this time she was determined to not fall to her axe.

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Collapsing on a fallen log was one of the best feelings a survivor could have, it meant they lived. That they survived. But this victory was tainted with a sour taste in her mouth. And it wasn't just her missing huntress's cooking already. "Missing your girlfriend already?"

Snapping her head up to see Nea standing in front of her was a surprise but a welcome one. After all, it gave her someone to rant to, someone that wouldn't judge her. So with that one sentence Meg ranted and ranted. From the fact that the huntress could talk and was a lot kinder outside of a trial, to the fact she was also a great cook. All that ranting would eventually lead her back to the last conversation she had with the huntress.

"I just don't get it, why would she think I had a husband. I don't even have a ring!", barely audible from the way Meg had her head stuffed in between her hands.

A laugh from the other would have her peeking out from between them with a massive frown. Luckily her friend would respond before she could even open her mouth to scold her for laughing at a time like this.

"It's your hair dummy", Nea responded between laughs.

Only getting angrier at the comment, Meg was tempted to get up and strangle Nea herself. When Nea stood up and walked behind Meg slowly taking out her braids with care.

"She's Russian, right? Wearing your hair in two braids is something only married women do. You're supposed to wear it one braid if you're single"

And with that single sentence and small braiding session, it was like Nea casted a spell or something. No one could miss the way the huntress stopped mid-chase after taking a look a Meg, and this time Meg stood there as the giant woman reached a slow hand out to hold her braid. With a small huff, the huntress went back on her way and Meg couldn't wait for this trial to be over. After all, she was really hungry.

[trippiexlove]

Serendipity - Ch. 15

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Druitt POV

*Time Skip- 3 weeks before Royal Rumble*

"Fuck" I moaned out as Jey and I released together. We both laid on top of each other, breathing before we quickly got ourselves together, grabbing our stuff off the floor. 

I snapped the back of my top as I turned towards Jey "We can't be doing quickies at work"

"I didn't hear no complaints when I was-" I cut him off when I hit his chest.

"oh shut up" he laughed as he smacked my ass.

"You know I'm just playing with you" he pulled me to him bringing me into a lingering kiss. It lasted a little longer than it should've and we both had to pull away. "Let me go before I have your ass bent over again"

I gave him a final kiss "good luck on your match Main Event"

"Yeet" he pecked my lips once again before leaving out. Once I made sure I was good I left out the room to go look for Bi and Jade. 

I finally found them in catering just talking away. "Hey girlies" I hugged both of them and took a seat the table.

"What's up champ" Bi hugged be back "I am in love with your gear"

(Yall know the drill, just ignore Bianca's name and the EST 😂 imagine Rhyan's name on it)

"It looks so good, Sandra did that!" Jade gave me a once over and smacked my ass, as I did a little twerk and we all laughed. 

"Thanks y'all, what y'all been up to?"

Bianca shook her head "nothing much, what about you? How are you and your boo?" 

"I haven't been up to much, and we're in a great space" I smiled as the girls cooed 

"I am so happy for you sis! Especially after you know who" Bi eyed me.

"Oh girl don't even bring him up, I am in a happy space with Jey, I see a future with us"

The girls gave me a shocked look "meaning like marriage and kids?" Jade asked.

I nodded "We haven't talked about it yet, but definitely, that's going to be my husband!" we all busted out laughing. 

We continued our conversation until it was time for me to do a backstage interview with Cathy and Liv. 

I walked over to the interview area where I seen them waiting for me. We quickly went over what our segment would look like and got into our positions, and I quickly got into character.

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen, at this time I am joined by the WWE Women's World Champion, Rhyan Simone" I stepped into frame and the crowd made a mixture of cheers and boos. 

"Rhyan, you have been on a dominant run this past year, your match against Rhea Ripley has some saying that has been the best women's match in a long while, what do you say to that?"

I smirked "Cathy that has to be an insult, now don't get me wrong, Rhea and I tore the house down at Survivors Series, I have gained much respect for Rhea" I adjusted the title on my shoulder as I turned towards Cathy. 

"Now, I don't agree that the match is the best women's match, it is the greatest match off all time, hell any match involving me is the greatest match of all time, any woman who steps in the ring with me gets the best match ever in their career-"

Soon Liv attacked me from the back, she had the upper hand until I quickly took her down. We were trading blows and yelling at each other as security quickly pulled us apart. 

After the segment, I had a few minutes til my next segment with Pearce. I went to the glam team for them to fix my hair and any touch up on my makeup. 

I soon made it to Pearce's office for our next segment. Bianca & Jade were just finishing their match against Damage CTRL. The cameraman gave us a go ahead and I entered his office. 

"Pearce!" I slammed the door as Pearce stood up startled.

"Rhyan, my pleasure-"

"Yeah it is your pleasure, you know why I am here, give me Liv next week" I leaned over glaring right in his face.

"You and Liv next week" he swallowed nervously "You-"

"In a last woman standing match, the title on the line" the crowd erupted in cheers after I made the request.

"Next week," he nodded "you got it" the crowd erupted in even more cheers as I exited his office. 

I made it back to my dressing room just as Jey came through the door. 

"Are you crazy or what?"

I busted out laughing "what you mean?"

"A last woman standing match?" he looked at me like I was crazy. 

"Oh what? You don't think I stand a chance?" I raised my eyebrow at him just to tease. His face immediately dropped.

"No, no I'm not saying that, I just want you to be careful"

I smiled as I walked over and wrapped my arms around his neck. "I appreciate that baby" I leaned in for a quick kiss "I will be alright, if anything they should warn her about me" 

"Yeet" he pecked my lips again, sending a smack to my backside letting go "I got to go but meet me at our usual spot when your'e ready to go"

"Good luck, stay safe" we did our handshake and he left out the door. 

During Jey's match I just chilled with the girls. Once his match was over I quickly gathered my stuff and met Jey in our usual spot. 

He grabbed my bags along with his and we got into the rental car heading to the hotel. After we both did our night routine, we both cuddled up in bed. 

I decided to take this time to talk to Jey. 

"Babe where do you see us in a few years from now?"

"I see us married, with some mini me's running around"

"So you would want more children" I leaned up so I could look him in the eyes. 

"With you? Of course I would"

I smiled as I cuddled up to him more. "How many more would you want?"

"I want 9 more, 8 more boys and 1 girl" I instantly sat up as he started laughing "I'm just kidding"

"Don't play like that, bout to give me heart palpitations" I said as I laid back down. 

"I'm just kidding man don't worry, but I definitely want 4 or 5 more youngins"

I nodded my head "that I can agree on"

"Now that you picked my brain, what about you, where do you see us?"

"Just the same as you, married with kids, living in a big enough house to fit both of our families" I leaned my head up to make eye contact "speaking of families, my mother wants to meet you"

"I can meet her next time you come down"

"I can make that happen" I got more comfortable in his arms and sleep soon found us.

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