#I've fallen and I'm not mad about it

[lulollymint]

Why yes, I've tripped and fallen into the Epic the Musical fandom---

Hello-- I am late. BUT! I bring you a fan animatic as an offering!

This is my take on the last scene in "Remember them", inspired by the so many awesome animatics I've seen so far. I have a few more scenes from other songs that I want to draw out, so I'll probably not finish this entire song until those get drawn out.

Art and video by me! I've been mostly on Youtube and Twitch (TamatheTamago) now, where I stream/post art and games. Come find me and say hello sometime! I'll be streaming more animatic art on some days.

[griefpersevering]

I'm running so far behind on my yearly reading goal that I thought I'd calculate how many 'books' worth of fanfic I've read over the past week and. let's just say it's more than I would care to admit online

[batvillainz]

This is a dumb hill to die on I'll admit that but genuinely fuck off if you're going to be rude about the polyamory flag I keep seeing posts saying it's "dogshit ugly" and stuff like that and it makes me mad. The flag is cool, it's been around since the 90's, and frankly, I think wanting to change the flag for purely aesthetic reasons is pretty shallow and also. Stupid.

[bizarrelovetriangel]

interruptions.

all he wants is to have you all to himself but everyone keeps getting in his way.

fluff and slightly suggestive. brief references to chaotic velocity and his myth.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

He groans against your lips as his hands caresses your hips, urging you to grind against his thighs.

His bedroom is silent apart from the sounds of your exchange of heated kisses, your heavy breaths in-between, as well as the rustling of your clothes as your bodies yearn for friction.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

Sylus thrusted up to let you feel his excitement, and you responded by palming him through his pants, earning a low growl from his parted lips.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

You pulled away as the ringtone of his phone blares closely next to you. You gave him a look before he pinches his temples and reaching for the device on his night stand.

"You better have a good reason to interrupt me on such an important time."

This is the third time in just two days.

Sylus doesn't know how much more interruptions he can take.

"Looks like I'll have to cut our time short again." Sylus frowns as he gets up from the bed. "I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you, I promise."

"Don't worry about it."

Being Onychinus' leader can be demanding, so you're not mad at him at all. In fact, at the moment, you're doing your best to hold back a laugh.

"Before you leave, maybe take a cold shower first."

Two days later, as you were leaving your workplace, you ran into your lover who's dressed in his favorite leather jacket, bathing in darkness.

"Sylus?! What are you doing here?"

It's the middle of the week. You usually don't get to see each other until the weekends, unless spontaneous plans come up. You figured this is one of those special cases.

"Do I need a reason to see my girlfriend?"

"No, but you do need to be cautious when picking up said girlfriend from her job, which may or may not be interested in catching some suspicious people who love lurking in the shadows."

There's not an ounce of worry in his eyes at all. "Luckily, I have a strong kitten who'd protect me should anyone dare to put their hands on me."

You playfully punched his arm as you walked next to him. "You could've at least texted me."

"A surprise usually works out only if someone doesn't know what'll happen." He then taps your head. "There's a restaurant that I've been meaning to check out. Want to come?"

Your heart and stomach cheered happily, deeming him as your savior. After all, you're starving after such a long day at work. "Of course!"

Around ten at night, dinner was done and you ended up relaxing at an empty, quiet park. You sat down on a bench surrounded by red flowers and you rested your head on his left arm while he holds your right hand.

At first, the two of you enjoyed the moment of silence and appreciated each other's warmth and company.

You could've fallen asleep then and there.

If only Sylus didn't start leaving kisses all over your face. He dropped them one by one, slowly and softly, as if you're something precious that could vanish at any second if he isn't careful enough.

As his lips pressed against yours, his right hand brushes up and down from your knee to your thigh, warming up your body during the cold night.

Sylus' ragged breaths urged you to deepen the kiss while caressing his face, though your makeout session was short-lasted as a group of chatty, cackling teenagers had decided to hit up the very spot that you two are in.

Clicking his tongue, Sylus stood up and reached out one hand for you. "I guess this is our sign to leave. Shall we?"

"Yeah."

You couldn't even bother to hide your disappointment that your time together was once again shortened.

He came with you back at your apartment, though Sylus couldn't stay the night due to plans he has later on.

He wasn't even supposed to see you tonight; he forced it in his busy schedule because his urge to see you was just unbearably strong during these past few days, and the constant interruptions are absolutely not helping.

It's as if the world is purposely getting in the way.

The next interruption came during dinner at a restaurant that you and Sylus have been wanting to visit for months. You made a reservation two weeks ago, and you got to enjoy all the delicious meals and drinks that made the place worthy of Sylus' attention.

You were given the best seats in the restaurant, which would be the special table on the rooftop, decorated with dimmed, beautiful lights to illuminate the dark night, and flowers for your eyes and nose to feast on.

As you were finishing up your wine, you walked towards the edge of the rooftop to observe the scenery around you.

For a moment, Sylus remained seated, only shifting his position so that he could admire you in your beautiful dress.

It's one of his favorite views — you facing away from him, eyes beaming with happiness and lips curled into a soft smile, completely lost in the scenery around you and unaware of how bewitching you are and the trance that you always put him in.

He'll never get tired of it.

"Sylus, look!"

At your call, he appears behind you and immediately wraps his arms around your waist. He gave you a light kiss on the shoulder before moving his gaze to wherever you were pointing at.

Unfortunately, Sylus never got to learn what caught your interest because suddenly, you received signals that a Wanderer is nearby.

And so, dinner ended early and you spent the rest of your energy jumping in action.

The Wanderers certainly became Sylus' punching bags for the night.

At last, you finally won some time to spend in the N109 Zone.

You're at his house and you've just finished eating the dessert that you two made together a few hours ago.

And now, you find yourself trapped against the counter table with Sylus blocking all the ways to escape.

"Can't run from me now, kitten."

His lips touched yours.

"Boss, look what we found!"

"...."

"...."

"....oops..."

"...sorry!"

Luke and Kieran were frozen by the entrance of the kitchen, almost dropping the fancy looking weapon they were carrying.

You let out a laugh to break the silence. "Hey guys!"

Sylus sighs defeateadly. He did acknowledge the twins and the gift they brought to him by giving them a quick but sincere "well done" before turning back to you with a certain glint in his eyes. "I hope you're up for a midnight ride."

"Wait what?!"

He took your left hand and started leading you out of the kitchen.

"Right now?!"

Luke and Kieran only gave you a wave of their hands, still feeling guilty about the interruption. Sylus didn't look mad at them, but he does look frustrated.

Whatever he has planned out with you, they know not to interrupt. Even Mephisto stayed still after giving you a look.

"Here."

Sylus helped you put on a black and red helmet that matches the one he's about to wear.

You eyed the motorcycle and couldn't hold back your excitement.

"Blackrose Archfiend!"

The half-black, half-pink motorcycle with the trademark of a golden crow made you recall the first time you and Sylus rode it and race against other motorcyclists.

"It's been a while!"

Sylus smirks proudly. "I modified it again. I meant for us to test it out tomorrow when we have more time, but this is gonna be our ticket to peace and quiet so we'll use it now."

"Ticket to peace and quiet?"

He ascends the motorcycle and turns on its engine before reaching out a gloved hand for you, inviting you to join him.

"Will you let me be selfish for a little while?"

With a soft smile, you took his hand and sat behind him, holding onto his waist.

You didn't care where he'll take you or how long it'll take to get there.

Your heart races at the adrenaline rush from the roar and speed of the motorcycle, and the cold wind dances all around you as you dart across the moonlit, empty roads of the N109 Zone.

A high mountain roadside, underneath the stars.

That's where you ended up in.

Other than the noises made by the animals that live in the surroundings, there's absolutely no other sounds that'll disturb the comfortable, peaceful silence.

The only light source you have is the full moon right above you, but that's more than enough for you to see the look of content in Sylus' face.

His features are highlighted in such a way that makes him look like an artwork that deserves to be admired by many, and yet you're the only lucky one to see him like this at this.

"You're staring, sweetie."

"And what about it?"

He smiled and scooted closer to you so that your arms are overlapping as you sit on a giant boulder planted deeply on the ground.

"That means I get to stare at you as much as I want in return, right?"

You held up one hand in front of your face and used it as a wall to block his intense gaze. "No!" The way he gazes at you makes your stomach want to explode with various emotions.

No matter how long you've been together, he never fails to make you flustered as if it's just the beginning of your relationship.

Sylus laughed at your hand before intertwining his fingers with yours and putting your conjoined hands on your lap.

"You're mine for the rest of the evening, sweetie. Any objections?

You shook your head, melting at his words. "Not at all."

Despite your playful rejection earlier, Sylus' eyes were unable to keep away from you, finding you more entrancing than anything around you. While he could look at the moon, the stars, and the city lights, he can always see them every night.

He can't say the same for you.

Once upon a time ago, he lost you and you lost him. It was like having your entire world ripped away from you.

The day he found you again... he'll never forget the way that it felt. It was like seeing light for the first time in forever. Like gasping for air after holding your breath for so long.

He's reminded of how lucky he is to be given a second chance of a life with you. Even though he complains about the distance between your homes and your jobs sometimes get in the way of your plans, he'll always be grateful that he can spend any time with you at all.

He'll always cherish every second with you, and he will never take you for granted.

You didn't keep track of the time at all. You two sat there and enjoyed each other's presence, talking about whatever comes up in your head while admiring the stars above and the lights of the N109 Zone from below.

There were times when you two would pause your conversations and just embrace the silence, bringing nothing but comfort that made you want to cuddle — and you did.

At some point, your body had been enveloped by his arms. You're seated between his legs and your back is against his chest. You could feel his steady heartbeat that would occassionally lose its rhythm.

You're spared from the wind's icy kiss, but not from Sylus' warm, gentle ones.

It started off with him casually dropping kisses on random parts of your face. Sometimes, while you're in the middle of rambling, his lips will linger on your skin and you'd forget everything that you were about to say.

Then, his kisses gradually became more fierce. From the moment he fixated on your neck, you'd become a mess that's unable to talk.

After leaving a couple of marks, Sylus wore a satisfied grin before diving into your lips with his own.

He kissed you over and over and over again, taking full advantage of the isolation. Finally, no one can interrupt.

No one can take you away from him ever again.

[capesandshapes]

My dad who told me he didn't give a crap who got married because it wasn't his business suddenly started saying it was between a man and a woman only and they were stealing marriage from the Christians, and that he 'wouldn't feel right' if I married a person of color.

My dad who once knew that the civil war was fought over slavery instead of state rights.

My dad who used to talk at length about Russian history and how the Russians weren't free. Now he thinks they're the only real democracy other than us.

My dad who loved Star wars and cinema but now won't watch it because it's 'too woke'.

My dad who used to read alternate history novels about what we would do if the Nazis came back so much that we had some by the couch, one in his car, and one on the toilet. Now he 'doesn't have the time to read' and only wants to read 'real stuff, but not too much.' His books are all gone now. He can barely remember the authors' names.

My father who fought hard to pay for my healthcare and felt the grip of health insurance premiums, taking on so many shitty jobs to keep us covered back then, but suddenly can't remember that the only reason I'm here is because of Obamacare.

My father who held me down because needlephobia or not, it was important that I was vaccinated-- now unvaccinated against COVID and doesn't understand why we inoculate at all. We can treat people once they're sick-- nevermind that he moves a little slower now and feels a little weaker, his cigarettes sit different and his breathing is a little more hollow, he got sick a few times and didn't bounce back-- but he's older now so it's probably just that, right?

Suddenly he doesn't believe in ssris, or ADHD meds or anything-- nevermind that he took us to get tested or that he used to check beneath our plates at breakfast to make sure that we took them, desperate to make sure that his kids had good fucking lives. Or that the doctor thinks he desperately needs them.

My father who believed in global warming until 2018 and thought only idiots would think otherwise.

My father who needed me to go to college, it was so important for my future and he was so proud I got in somewhere affordable; now convinced college is a sham to indoctrinate the woke left.

My father who taught his kids about jonestown as a fun little history lesson and added 'don't drink the Kool aid' to our vocabulary while telling us not to let someone sit and tell us that up was down and left was right. There were people who did that, you know, he'd insist, lots of people, and they let one man take them away from everything. Their friends, their family, their common sense. He'd always acted like since we knew, it would never happen to us. I remember sitting in his car on a hot summer day with the air conditioning going and knowing we were going to be late to dinner because it was one of those hour long talks where he tried to teach us something, always feeling like he had to hammer the point in. Now I wonder if he missed the nail or something.

Who the fuck is he anymore? Because I really don't know him, and I really fucking hate this.

I just don't understand.

My dad who was historically atheist, who loved metal music and punk rock, who taught me that all politicians are full of shit and has the grim reaper tattooed on his leg to remind everyone that death comes for us all believes that "Trump was saved by God to save America"

[justyelln]

; mydei x fem!reader, take time after the 3.1 quest, not proofread, reader is a chrysos heir— sea nymph blessed by phagousa (inspired by nereids (precisely lady amphitrite) from greek myth), mydei and reader is in a relationship.

i've thought about reader checking for mydeimos's condition after the 3.1 quest. and i missed him SO MUCH that i had to write this. enjoy!

⊹

after mydei left the holy city of okhema, life carried on as usual. except, one thing was missing from her life. her friend, her significant other, her spouse— left for the long battlefield, without knowing if he'll comeback as the same person she knows.

it was then, she decided to do something so.. rash. without a word, she left the holy city of okhema. leaving the chrysos heir left without a proper goodbye, status as 'unknown', leaving her duties behind. she asked for phagousa's protection on her way to castum kremnos, with a bit spark of fortune, she arrived safely.

the ruins of castum kremnos, full of titankins roaming around, more than it used to be. it was natural, since the fallen mad king, nikador's coreflame has been retrieved. she looked around, she has been here— a long time ago. she searched for the quickest route to where she thinks mydei would be.

a quickest route sometimes are not the easiest route, as she had guessed, the titankins there are more than what she saw on the gate. luckily for her, she already prepared herself well despite not being a warrior— and her being a nymph helped her enough.

still, the battle was grueling. by the time she reached the heart of the ruins, exhaustion weighed on her limbs. the titankin were relentless, and her luck finally ran out. one of the titankins string their bow towards her, “fuck!” she cursed, as she tripped before she could even react to it.

that was until firm hands pulled her to a broad chest and crimson red stones pierced through all the titankin in sight.

she barely had time to process what had happened. the warmth of the chest against her back, the firm grip holding her steady—it was familiar, yet different.

slowly, she looked up.

the man standing behind her was unmistakable. it was the face she has longed for— "mydeimos!" a smile written on her face, her palm hesitantly reached out to his face.

mydei pulled her hand to caress his face, his gaze soft as he looked at her. “i'm here.” mydei nuzzled to her neck, inhaling her scent that he nearly forgotten. for a fleeting moment, he felt something return, something he had sacrificed piece by piece on the battlefield. a sliver of sanity, of home.

"why are you here? you're supposed to be in okhema." he asked, his voice gentle as ever— face still burried on her neck, his grip around her waist keeping her close. yet, worry lingers in his tone, it is as if he already imagined what could've happened if he was late just a second.

"i can't leave you alone, do i?" she answered while carefully carresing his head. mydei's eyes slightly widened, then he let out a chuckle. "you're insufferable." he said, raising his head and his hand cupped her cheeks.

"come on now, don't you miss me?"

"more than you know." that answer left her smiling— a smile that he missed, the smile that looks like the ray of sunshine down by kephale.

her appearance infront of him is enough to be a reminder— that everyone, including the love of his life, is waiting for him to comeback.

[cherryberry-sugarandspice]

SugarMommy!Wanda

A/N: I couldn't stop thinking about her. I'm a sucker for this trope

CW: Use of mommy kink

"Baby, come here," Wanda's smooth voice calls out for you. You're in the middle of changing into a brand new silk pajama set as she calls you. You quickly slip on the shorts and walk out of the closet, finding her sitting on the bed. One leg crossed over the other, green eyes focused on the screen of her phone, gorgeous brown curls flowing over her shoulders. There's a slouch to her back as she reads her screen, thumb scrolling up.

You sit down next to her, laying your head on her shoulder. She wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer against her. "Yes? Is there something you need?" you mumble softly, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. Her skin is warm and soft, the scent of rose and honey wafting into your nose.

"You said this is what you wanted, right?" Wanda asks, turning her phone screen towards you. Displayed on her screen is the opal necklace with a matching pair of earrings. She continues to scroll through the online cart, seeing that there's the dress and shoes you were dying for.

"Oh, yes!" you say, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and laying your cheek against her shoulder. "I've been thinking about them all week! Wouldn't they be perfect for the party this weekend?" The mayor is hosting a grand party for the Avengers and of course they're allowed to bring a plus one.

"Definitely," she grins. "And if I buy it now...they should arrive the day before."

"You're the best!" you exclaim, planting a fat smooch on her cheek. You go to stand up, but she tightens her grip on your waist, keeping you next to her.

"But," she starts, clicking her phone off and setting it down on the nightstand. Very slowly she begins to lay you down on the bed, climbing over you, her knees on either side of your hips and her hands on either side of your head. You breathe heavily, heart pounding against your chest as she begins to trace the pulsing vein in your neck. Her green eyes bore into your eyes, her curls having fallen over her shoulders and barely graze your skin. "You know what you have to do to earn your things, baby." She leans down, her lips hovering above the shell of your ear. "Mommy can't buy you anything unless you work for it," she whispers, her warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

You shudder out a breath, eyes half lidded, lips curled into a sultry smile. You wrap your arms around her neck, rubbing your thighs against her waist. "I didn't forget," you murmur, leaning up to lick her lips, "mommy."

Wanda lets out a soft satisfied noise, leaning down to press small kisses into your neck. Her kisses sends heat straight to your stomach, the tension between the two of you thickening. You shift beneath her the moment her lips meet your pulse point, your breath caught in your throat.

"Did you like that?" she mumbles against your heating flesh, laying on the side of you to continue to pepper kisses into your neck.

Your eyes flutter shut and you nod your head, chest falling up and down quickly. "I did."

"Hm? Baby, repeat that for me, please," she says, slipping her hand into your silk shorts to rub her thumb against your hip.

You gulp. "I-I did, mommy. I liked that."

Wanda lifts her head up, winking down at you. "That's a good girl." She returns to kissing your neck, her hand gripping and massaging your hip. You breathe heavily, her delicate touches driving you mad. You turn your head, lips brushing against her forehead.

"You're just teasing me, aren't you?" you ask, trembling when her teeth nip at her skin.

"No, baby, I'm just taking my sweet time savoring you," she says softly, licking up your neck.

You grab her hand that's in your shorts and guide it towards your quivering pussy, having her feel how wet she's gotten you. "Please, I'm desperate," you pant, rubbing her fingers against your wet folds.

"Wow," she chuckles, taking control of her hand and brushing her fingers over your velvet heat. "I forget how sensitive you are." She kisses the corner of your mouth, breathing heavily against you. "But you know what you must do if you want mommy to make you feel good."

You let out a small whimper, nodding your head. Begrudgingly, you peel yourself out of bed and rummage through the drawers. You pull out the strap with a thick dildo attached and lube, setting them on the bed. You slip out of your silk pajamas and toss them onto the floor, knowing you won't be wearing them for the rest of the night.

You yelp when you feel something smack your ass and turn to see Wanda propped up, a red glowing light flicking around her hand. She winks. "Couldn't help it, baby." She stands up and peels off her clothes, and you can't help but observe her body.

In the light of the waning sunlight, her body glows. The sun reflects off her soft, brown skin, casting a aura around her. You trail your eyes up and down her heavenly body, noting the building muscles in her thighs and ass. You trace the curve of your hips with your gaze, over her chest and towards her beautiful face, finding she's as well checking you out. She catches your stare and chuckles, taking a step towards you and wrapping her arms around your waist, pulling your flesh against her.

"You're so beautiful," she whispered to you before pressing her lips against yours, sighing softly. You melt into her warm embrace, tingles buzzling around in your lips. You wrap your arms around her neck, hip against hip, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. Wanda makes a soft noise, massaging your hips as she begins to bring you to the edge of the bed.

The back of her knees hit the bed and you both fall into the mattress, you right on top of her. You prop yourself up, staring down at her before you both break out into a laugh, reconnecting each other's lips. The kiss is soft and slow at first, but overtime her hands go from your waist to your ass, squeezing. You moan against her lips as she kneads at the flesh, giving you a firm slap. You gasp against her mouth and she uses this opportunity to slip her tongue into your mouth.

Wanda's wet tongue swirls around your mouth, tasting what you had for dinner earlier. She squeezes your ass harder, pressing your hips into hers, rubbing her tongue against yours. You tremble against her warm body, breathing heavily through your nose as she explores every inch of your mouth, leaving no surface untouched. The heavy make out causes the world to spin and you struggle to stay up on your hands and knees, your slit fluttering in response to her sloppy kiss.

You're the one to break the kiss, gasping for air. A string of saliva connects your tongue to hers, both of you panting. You let out a breathless chuckle, laying your body on hers, lips hovering above her ear, "I'm going to make you feel so good."

Wanda shivers at your notion, a smile on her face. "It's about time you did," she teases, trying to rile you up. "I was debating whether or not to delete that cart if you hadn't made a move soon."

You bring your knee between her legs and begin to grind it against her soaking pussy. She gasps, her hands finding purchase in your elbows. You trace the outline of her ear with your tongue, relishing in her soft whine.

"You really think I don't want to make mommy feel good?" you whispered hotly into her ear, grinding faster. She trembles beneath you, back arched off the bed as her pussy leaks against your knee. Her nipples brush against yours, adding in delicious stimulation. "Well, mommy? Do you feel good?"

"S-So good," Wanda moans, nails digging into your skin. She lifts her head to face you, sweat beading on her flushed skin. She leans up to lick your lips, flashing a sultry smirk. "Such a good girl for mommy," she purrs, hands now gripping your hips and giving them a firm squeeze, encouraging you further. "If you make mommy cum, I promise to fuck you so good you'll forget everything except how good I'm making you feel."

You pick up the pace of your leg, grinding your knee against her dripping cunt. You groan at the thought of being pinned beneath Wanda, her hands pushing your knees to your chest and her thrusting into you, the thick dildo stretching your walls apart. You bury your face into the side of her face and she laughs breathlessly, patting your ass.

"Yeah? You want that, don't you?"

"I do," you whimper, feeling her hips twitch as you roll your knee in circles. She moans lewdly, back arched.

"Oh, good girl, just like that," she pants, nails digging into the plush flesh of your ass.

Wanda bucks her cunt against your knee, fully lost in the world of pleasure. She squirms, eyes fluttering shut and lips formed in a perfect o. Her wanton moans echo in the room followed by the slight squeak of the bed frame. You listen to her sweet noises, face buried in the crook of her neck and inhaling her decadent scent, desperate for her to reach her release.

You're impatient, even.

You remove your knee, relishing in her groan of disappointment, which is quickly replaced by a gasp the moment your lips touch her firey flesh, kissing trailing down her trembling stomach. You mouth at her pelvis teasingly, tongue grazing over her skin and she bumps her thigh against your head.

"No teasing," she said, propping herself up on her elbows. "You're going to finish what you're started, understood?"

You nod, spreading her thighs apart and peering down at your meal. "Yes, mommy," you murmur before licking a stripe up her cunt, smirking at her sharp inhale of breath. The sweet taste of her pussy pulls you in and you're buried between her glistening folds, nose pressed against her puffy clit.

Wanda grips your head, her own falling back against her shoulders as she lets out a loud moan.

"Oh, yes!" she screams, velvet heat pulsing against your tongue. "Oh, keep doing that and you're mine all night long."

You moan between her folds, tongue lapping over her fluttering slit. You press your fingers firmly into her plush thighs, fingers dipping into her flesh. You suck and lick sloppily at her heat, unable to get enough of her sweet nectar that melts onto your tongue. It's as if you've been lost in the desert for days without food and water and for once in what seemed like an eternity, you're finally quenching you're thrist and you're not sure that you can stop.

You spread her lips open and press a kiss against her clit, as if in apology, and wrap your lips around her bundle of nerves and torture it. Wanda gasps silently, eyes wide and mouth dropped open, her hands gripping the sheets in pure desperation. You suck and suck and suck on her clit, pushing her knees into her chest in order to put your pure focus on it.

"I-I'm close!" Wanda cries out, her sweat covered body writhing. "Oh god, I'm close! Keep doing that! Fuck! Oh, you're such a good girl for mommy!"

A few more sucks and licks and she's cumming all over your face, her cunt squirting. You're quick to catch every drop of her fluids, not daring to let even a speck go to waste. You sit back on your knees, patting her thigh, a delirious smile on your face.

"Mmm, thank you for that, mommy," you purr, licking your lips. "You taste so-ack!"

Wanda had grabbed your wrist and pulled you down onto the bed, back facing the ceiling. You attempt to flip over but she presses a hand to your lower back, clicking her tongue.

"Stay on your stomach," she says, but tilts her head. "Actually, get on your hands on knees while I get the strap on."

Who are you to disobey?

You immediately get on your hands on knees, a dip in your back as you purposely arch your hips up. You hear Wanda behind you preparing herself. She slips into the strap and flicks open the cap to the lube, pouring a generous amount onto the dildo and stroking it. She pours a glob onto her hand and rubs it against your folds, the gel cold and causing you to shiver. You bite down on your lip when she slips two fingers into you, spreading the lube around.

"Are you ready?" Wanda asks, voice dripping in desire. Her fingers are still inside when she spreads you open, tapping her plastic tip against your dripping entrance.

You tremble, suppressing a whine. "O-Oh, mommy, I'm ready," you pant, wiggling your hips. "Please, please fuck me."

She wraps a hand around your neck and forces your head back, leaving you gasping for air.

"You want mommy to fuck you good, hm?"

You whine when she squeezes slightly and you push back against the dildo, whimpering as it slides between your folds.

"Mommy, mommy please! I need you inside me," you plead desperately.

She nods approvingly, guiding the tip back towards your entrance. "That's my good girl," she purrs right before sliding in.

The rest of the night, as promised, you're at the mercy of Wanda. She drills her plastic cock into your velvet heat, relishing in your moans and screams. You're either on your hands and knees or bent over the bed, wrists behind your back. The bed frame slams against the wall with every powerful thrust of her hips.

Orgasm after orgasm is pulled from you, your body shaking every time. You'll receive a break when Wanda sits on your face, demanding you to eat her out and of course you comply.

Wanda pounds into your cunt, lips attached to your neck, murmuring praises. A lewd smile is glued to your face, eyes rolled to the back of your head.

Oh, this is so worth it.

[alicentsgf]

What do you think about the scalping discourse? I personally think fandom made a plot point up to get mad at, because why tf would any of them know how to scalp someone, and also why would 'bring me her hair' make anyone automatically think 'oh she means scalp her!' People are genuinely getting so worked up about this, but am I crazy? It didn't actually happen right? I feel like I'm being mass gaslit into believing this happened on the show when it straight up didn't

I think you need to be careful here.

I'm not native, I'm not even american, so I personally haven't commented on this at all. I don't like to wade into discussions on things I don't understand. Instead I've been listening to people who know more than me's opinions and reading up on the history that informs their negative reactions to it to try and come to a conclusion.

Even then, if someone with native ancestry is telling you that Shauna saying "bring me her hair" made them uncomfortable, you don't necessarily have to even understand it in great depth to be able to empathise with them. Scalping, as far as I understand it, was historically about taking the body part (in this case a scalp) of a fallen enemy to wear as a trophy. So yes, even if it was "just" Mari's hair, it is clearly similar. I'm not going to elaborate further on that point as like I said I'm not the most knowledgeable.

We need to be careful that we actually properly read and understand the criticism we're reacting to, because I think it's possible you've taken what's been said too literally and not investigated further. I'm not interested in trying to lecture anyone, believe me, but you did ask my opinion and here it is. I hope you know I'm not trying to demonise or accuse you, but I am encouraging you to approach this with a bit more compassion perhaps.

[ruensroad]

Curiosity killed the cat, or so the saying goes...

I've been in a slump for awhile, mostly on the writing end of my life, but also in a general creation sense. Recently I've been working a JiuYuan story in my mind based on the myth of the Mares of Diomedes, and while I'm still on the fence if I have a good headspace to start writing it down, I still feel like sharing it.

For those not in the know, the Mares of Diomedes were four man-eating horses that Hercules was tasked to capture. He fed them their master which calmed them of their madness.

My version would be more... ghostly versions of the horses, fallen celestials corrupted by resentment and meat. Still, there's one thing I know for sure: Shen Yuan would be so interested in studying them!

Shen Yuan - rogue cultivator on paper, monster enthusiast in practice - hears about the accursed spectres haunting an area and of course wishes not only to see them in person, but perhaps solve the riddle of their corruption.

Opposite him stands Shen Qingqiu - a master at eradicating resentful spirits - sent by his sect to destroy the Mares before more people are eaten.

Their goal is opposite, but still they team up ... though clearly Shen Yuan needs more practice in the art of charming horses. Not pictured: Shen Qingqiu hiding a laugh behind his fan, because seriously, this clown is gonna get himself bitten.

[airybcby]

Hiii!! I love your Blue Lock writing sm! I’ve fallen down such a rabbit hole in the fandom recently so when I just saw your post I knew I had to ask!!😭

I was wondering if I could make a request for the Fate Event for Kaiser or Shido with the red string of fate

Thank you so much💗

Hi Hi! Sorry it's taken me a bit to get to this, I've had personal stuff and school is kicking my butt, but ofc!

I decided to do Shido bc I love writing for him so much :)

Shido Ryusei x The Red String of Fate

જ⁀♡⊹｡° guess i'm stuck forever

♡ a/n — for my 800 follower event!

♡ content — shidou ryusei x gn! reader, gn! reader, reader has strong feelings (slight hatred) for shidou , shidou is a little shit, red string soulmate AU, soulmate AU, proposal (fake), set when reader & shidou are at least 21+

♡ synopsis — You wanted to be mad, but the pull of the red string and the ridiculous sparkle in Shidou Ryusei's eyes made it hard to stay angry. Maybe this was destiny’s idea of a joke.

You weren’t even supposed to be at this game.

Soccer wasn’t your thing—never had been, never would be—but your best friend had begged you to come. “PXG games are legendary,” they’d said, eyes sparkling. “And Shidou Ryusei is unreal.”

Shidou Ryusei. The name sounded vaguely familiar, but it wasn’t until you saw him on the field that you felt the strange tug in your chest—one that sent your mind spiraling back to high school.

Back then, your friend had dragged you to your school’s rivalry game against another local powerhouse. You hadn’t cared about the match, but you remembered a player on the rival team. His bleached hair had made him stand out, as did the almost animalistic way he played. Back then, the red string around your finger had pulled faintly in his direction.

You hadn’t thought much of it. It was easy to dismiss soulmates as a romanticized idea, and besides, you figured the string would pull more strongly if you were ever truly meant to meet your soulmate. But now, standing in the packed stadium, you couldn’t ignore it anymore.

The red string was practically thrumming with energy, pulling taut in one unmistakable direction: straight toward Shidou Ryusei.

He moved across the pitch like a force of nature, reckless and magnetic. Every goal he scored sent the crowd into a frenzy, and though you weren’t a soccer fan, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him.

“This has to be a mistake,” you muttered under your breath, clutching your hand to your chest as if that would stop the string from tugging.

Your friend, too caught up in the game, didn’t notice your unease. “Isn’t he insane? No one plays like Shidou!”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t.

After the game ended and PXG secured their victory, your friend got swept up in the post-match celebrations. That left you standing awkwardly on the sidelines, the buzzing in your finger making it impossible to leave.

It wasn’t logical, but you found yourself heading toward the players’ exit. You told yourself it was just curiosity—that you needed to see if this pull was real. But the closer you got, the stronger the string became, like it had a mind of its own.

You pushed your way to the barricades, where a crowd of fans had already gathered, phones in hand and security guards stationed to keep everyone in line. You tried to blend in, though you weren’t even sure what you were hoping to accomplish.

And then, everything changed.

A commotion rippled through the crowd as Shidou Ryusei himself appeared. He was shirtless, his jersey draped casually over his shoulder, and his grin was nothing short of feral.

You froze, your breath catching in your throat.

The red string between you felt like it was about to snap with tension. And when Shidou’s gaze landed on you, his grin widened into something even wilder.

You heard mumbled words of the security guards, one telling him to get back and change while the other was yelling at the rabid fangirls and asking Shidou what he was doing.

He pointed directly at you.

“Getting my love, duh!” he said proudly, loud enough for the whole crowd to hear.

The world seemed to stop.

You gawked at him, mortified as every pair of eyes turned in your direction.

“I’m not—” you stammered, but the words wouldn’t come out.

Shidou was already moving toward you, weaving through the stunned crowd with a single-minded focus. The intensity in his eyes was too much.

Panicked, you turned and ran.

Back in your room that night, you sat on your bed, staring at the red string wrapped around your finger. Your heart was still racing. You couldn’t believe what had happened—or that Shidou Ryusei had actually called you his love in front of hundreds of people.

Your phone buzzed on the nightstand. Frowning, you grabbed it, only to freeze when you saw the message from an unknown number:

Running won’t break the string, you know. ;) – R.S.

Your stomach flipped. How did he even get your number?

You debated ignoring it, but the string’s pull wouldn’t let you rest. Finally, after a long moment, you replied:

What do you want?

The response was instant.

To meet you, obviously. Tomorrow, 2 PM. I’ll send the location. Don’t run this time. :P

You weren’t sure why you agreed to meet him. Maybe it was the string pulling you forward. Maybe it was the fact that his message somehow felt more like a challenge than a request.

Either way, you found yourself sitting at an outdoor café, nervously tapping your fingers against the table. When Shidou arrived, he was just as chaotic as you remembered—swaggering in with that unhinged grin and a confidence that made your stomach churn.

“You showed up!” he said, plopping into the chair across from you. “Guess the string works after all.”

“You’re insane,” you muttered, crossing your arms. “I don’t even know you.”

“Not yet,” he shot back, leaning forward with a glint in his eyes. “But that’s the fun part. Soulmates, remember? We’ve got time to fix that.”

Before you could respond, he reached into his pocket, pulled out a small box, and dropped to one knee.

Your jaw dropped. “What the—are you proposing?”

“Obviously,” he said, like it was the most normal thing in the world. “Why waste time? We’re meant to be together anyway.”

“Excuse you? Get up! You’re embarrassing me!" The people around you, hands almost clasped together in a clap gawking at your rude answer.

"We don’t even know each other!” You weren't sure if you were telling that to yourself, Shidou, or the onlookers.

Shidou just laughed, slipping the ring back into his pocket as if it had all been a joke. But his grin told you he was entirely serious.

“Relax, babe. I’ll save the real proposal for when you actually fall for me. Won’t take long, though—I’m pretty irresistible.”

You glared at him, your face hot with embarrassment. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re stuck with me,” he said, leaning back in his chair with a satisfied smirk.

You wanted to be mad, but the pull of the red string and the ridiculous sparkle in his eyes made it hard to stay angry. Maybe this was destiny’s idea of a joke. Or maybe… just maybe… it wasn’t.

wrote this really late at night so it isn't my fave

i hope you liked it!

likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!

[sunny44]

Can you do a Charles x reader please

Where reader is about to cry bc Charles said her govt name and not her nickname like baby, my love or something like that. And reader thinks he’s mad at her.

Something like that if you can please

Don’t call me by my name

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x girlfriend!reader

Warnings: cramps, crying and emotional reader.

Summary: Charles never calls you by your name so when he does you get worried of what’s going to happen.

Thank you so much for the request, hope you like it.

I was in our room when Charles came in with a serious expression on his face. I was waiting for him to come back with the hot water bottle for me to put on my stomach because the cramps were killing me.

"Y/n, we need to talk." He said walking into the room and my heart raced.

He never called me by my name.

"What's wrong?" I asked, my voice already breaking.

I was so sensitive and scared of him calling me by my name that my anxiety was already running high and I was afraid that he wanted to break up.

"I've been thinking about telling you this for a long time because I'm very upset but I've tried to ignore it and move on but it's not possible anymore."

"Charlie." I said, almost crying and he wasn't looking at me.

"When you cook pasta, for God's sake put water in the pan afterwards." When he said that, I let out the breath I hadn't even remembered I was holding. "It really annoys me, then when I go to wash it and the pan is all sticky and... Hey, why are you crying?"

He comes up to me and hugs me from the side, wiping the tears from my eyes.

"Are you in pain?"

"A little, but that's not why I'm crying."

"What happened?"

"I don't want to say." I said, looking down at my hands, but he insisted and held my face with both hands, making me look into his eyes.

"Babe, you can tell me anything."

"It's just that you came in here with a serious expression and you called me Y/n and you never call me by my name and so I thought you wanted to break up with me and..."

"Hey, I never want to be without you in my life." He wiped away a few more tears that had fallen. "I love you and I'm sorry, I didn't even realize I called you by your name."

"I'm sorry for being silly and crying about it, it's just that I got scared."

"It's okay." He says, pulling me to lie down with him. "Here's your hot bottle."

"Thanks." I put it on my stomach and then snuggle closer to him.

"Is it warm?"

"Yeah." He kissed my forehead and pulled the blanket over us.

"What do you want to eat?"

"A burger and fries." He laughed. He laughed. "I'll have two burgers."

"Two?" He asks shocked.

"Yeah, I haven't eaten anything all day and I'm starving."

"Two burgers then." He takes out his cell phone and orders, and we lie there looking at the series waiting for the food.

Bonus scene!

Charlesleclerc Instagram stories

“Night in with my babe”

[liulith]

We as a fandom need to open our hearts to the insane comedic potential of Sir Pentious being included as a background character in stories taking place in the "old days" before Vox and Alastor's falling out. AND the comedic potential of one-sided Sir Pentious -> Vox.

Why?

Canon!Sir Pentious is attached to his era's aesthetics but he also wants to be "hip and cool" (see pilot episode; Sir Pentious as the how do you do fellow kids meme) and join the "Almighty Vees". When did he start wanting that? He's not a media demon trying to keep up with his audience and be a likeable public figure. He's a mechanic trying to conquer Hell by force thanks to his machines and obviously relishes in acting like a villain (fear me! I'm so evil! I'm the architect of destruction! etc. etc).

This is very different from the Vees' approach - maintaining a perfect public image, insidious manipulation tactics... Vox threatens Alastor in the show, but the Vees clearly haven't built their power through turf wars, which is and has always been Pentious' one and only strategy. All the machines we've seen him make are war weapons (+ the Egg Boyz who do his bidding, and help him operate those very weapons). Voxtek probably sells weaponry too but that is more Camilla's domain, so it would be more logical for Pentious to try and join her.

Pentious' and the Vees agenda and interests aren't aligned, so why is Pentious so desperate to join the Vees?

there are many reasons why Pentious could want to be part of the Vees besides the one I'm gonna talk about but you know what MY agenda is:

Vox is Pentious' idol. Pentious is an inventor, an innovator. He would have loved waking up in Hell with a mechanical body he can upgrade however he wants and finds the whole concept fascinating.

He's not against new technology, as his creations clearly go beyond what people could have had invented in his time despite their "steampunk" aesthetic (see: the effing death ray). So I think his current "limitations" are more a matter of him having to stick with what he knows best because it's hard to keep up with the constant stream of new tech. This is why he's more than impressed with Vox's extraordinary ability to adapt to change and master new technologies again and again. He's a fellow innovator! That's one reason for Pentious to be obsessed with the guy.

And if you think obsessed isn't the right word, think about this: Sir Pentious repeatedly challenges Alastor to fights even though he's clearly outmatched and it's an incredible risk to take considering what Alastor does. Pentious is OLDER than Alastor, he was there when he broadcast the most powerful Overlords' scream all over Hell. Plus, losing always leaves him in a very vulnerable position (without his best weapons). Is it madness? Hubris? An obsession for Alastor? No!

Sir Pentious to Alastor: Silence! Now Cower! For when I've slain you, the Almighty Vees will finally acknowledge me!

Sir Pentious thinks defeating Alastor is the only way the Vees will finally acknowledge him. No matter how dangerous it is, he has to try, for the Vees (Vox). Just like he took the risk of angering the Princess of Hell to get in Vox's good graces. This says a lot, for someone as paranoid as him, who doesn't trust anyone who is "too nice" to him.

If Hazbin had more episodes there should have been one about Pentious struggling with the fact he disappointed his idol and told to KHS 👀

(btw this is old news but we know that one of the Hazbin episodes that Viv originally pitched was about a science contest organized by Voxtek in which Pentious and Baxter competed against each other! Pentious could have done that after ep2!)

Anyway, back to the comedic potential of it all & Vox's arrival in Hell. Can you imagine his reaction as a newly fallen Sinner, when he's hanging out with Alastor (aka following him like a lost puppy?) and he meets Sir Pentious for the first time? Like sure, Hell is full of insane people but Alastor obviously has a Reputation and no one ever challenges him. And suddenly... Hm... Alastor?? There's an airship with a giant cannon pointed right as us?? Firing a DEATH RAY?!

It's also so funny to imagine Sir Pentious being obsessed with Alastor and considering him his archnemesis back in the day, only to slowly become obsessed with Vox instead and only caring about defeating Alastor because he thinks Vox will like it. It starts with Sir Pentious trying to "gather intel" on Alastor's new "ally", spying on them or sending his Egg Boyz to do so (and we already know great he is at spying so you can guess how that goes lol), and the rest is history.

Alastor loves attention so he probably let Pentious spy on him behind bushes from time to time if only because it's very entertaining to watch him try to be discrete and make his shadow tap on his shoulder. How hilarious would it be if Alastor noticed Sir Pentious' growing crush on Vox but not Vox's crush on him? Also, Vox misunderstanding Pentious and Alastor's relationship and thinking Pentious is a weird obsessive ex... The world is a stage and the stage is a world of entertainment!

[ghostlynightpanda]

Im so glad i found your tumblr account! I loved your oisuga fics on ao3, their so cute! Could i ask for a react for seijoh 4 (Oikawa, Iwa, Makki, Mattsun) and how they react when their best friend would admit he has a crush on the sister? so, oikawa tells Iwa he likes his sister and other way and for Mattsun and Makki? I hope you know what i mean, english is not my best language.

Seijoh 4 react to their best friend having a crush on their sister

A/N: Thank you for the request, I had so much fun with this one! Their dynamic is so chaotic in the best way.

content/warnings: Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Matsukawa, Hanamaki, fem!reader, fluff, 2.121 words

Oikawa 

The gym echoed with the rhythmic thuds of volleyballs being spiked and bounced, but the sound that really turned heads was Oikawa Tooru's dramatic gasp, loud enough to rival a Broadway performance.

"You WHAT?!"

Iwaizumi Hajime winced, already regretting every life decision that led him to this moment. "You heard me, Shittykawa."

"No, no, no. I refuse to believe this," Oikawa said, hand dramatically clutched over his heart like he'd just been personally betrayed. "My best friend. My lifelong comrade. The one who's been through every match, injury, and salty post-game milk tea with me… is in love with my sister?!"

"Crush on. I said I have a crush on her," Iwaizumi corrected with a groan, running a hand through his hair. "And I didn't even want to tell you like this. But you kept pressuring me to tell you who I've been texting at night, so here we are."

Oikawa began pacing like a telenovela protagonist, muttering dramatic monologues under his breath. "Of all the girls in the world. The fangirls, the classmates, the admirers… My sister. My precious little sister. How will I face my family again? How will I—"

"She's a year older than you," Iwaizumi deadpanned.

"—How will I face her again?!" Oikawa finished anyway, ignoring the correction.

Iwaizumi sat down on the gym bench, letting Oikawa spiral a little. Better to let the drama burn out naturally. Honestly, this reaction was better than being punched. Which, to be fair, had been a possibility.

After a long sigh, Oikawa stopped pacing and stared at him.

"…So, do you like her for real?"

Iwaizumi looked him in the eye, earnest. "Yeah. She's smart, kind, funny—though just as annoying as you when she wants to be—and she doesn't put up with my crap. We've been talking more, and… yeah. I like her. A lot."

Oikawa squinted. "You're not just doing this to become part of the family and get free Oikawa genetics in your future children, right?"

Iwaizumi threw a towel at his face.

"Okay, okay!" Oikawa laughed, catching it and flopping onto the floor like a fallen star. "Honestly… as much as I want to be mad and pretend I hate this, I can't really think of anyone I'd trust more than you."

Iwaizumi blinked. "Wait, really?"

"Yeah." Oikawa grinned, then wiggled his eyebrows. "But I will be asking invasive questions about your intentions and reminding you that if you break her heart, I will spike a volleyball directly into your soul."

"Fair," Iwaizumi said with a chuckle. "So… we're good?"

Oikawa rolled over dramatically and sighed like a dying hero. "We're good. But I'm watching you, Iwa-chan. Always watching."

"Yeah, yeah." Iwaizumi stood, grabbing a volleyball and tossing it toward Oikawa's head. "Now get up, drama queen. We've got training to finish."

Oikawa caught it effortlessly, a glint in his eye. "I'm only letting you date her if you win against me in a spike-off."

Iwaizumi grinned. "Bring it on."

Iwaizumi 

It was a normal afternoon. Practice had just ended, the sun was starting to dip below the gym windows, and Iwaizumi was toweling off the sweat from his neck when Oikawa dropped a verbal bomb with all the subtlety of a flying volleyball to the face.

"Hey, Iwa-chan," Oikawa said casually, dribbling a ball by the bench. "So, uh… I might be in love with your sister."

Iwaizumi froze.

Completely.

Didn't blink. Didn't breathe. Just stared like he'd seen the ghost of every bad serve Oikawa had ever made.

"…You what?"

Oikawa chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck, that sheepish but somehow annoyingly charming grin spreading across his face. "You heard me."

"Nope," Iwaizumi said quickly, standing up. "Try again. Maybe in a language where that doesn't sound like a terrible idea."

"Iwa-chan, come on—"

"Nope." Iwaizumi paced now, towel forgotten. "Out of all people? My sister? You've got a literal fan club. Girls write you letters, stalk your Instagram, scream when you blink at tournaments. And now you want her? My sister?!"

Oikawa looked genuinely flustered now. "Okay, first of all, I don't ask for any of that—well, not all of it—and second, she's nothing like them."

Iwaizumi glared, but Oikawa wasn't backing down. In fact, he looked… kind of serious. Sincere, even. And that was worse.

"She's not just pretty," Oikawa continued, his voice dropping to something softer. "She's smart, and she doesn't care about the volleyball stuff. She teases me, keeps me grounded. She made me dinner when I sprained my ankle last month and told me to stop being a baby—do you know how nice that felt?"

Iwaizumi's face twitched. "Wait, that's why you were over at my house for three hours?"

"…Partly."

"You little—"

"Iwa-chan, listen." Oikawa stepped closer now, serious for real. "I'd never mess with her. Or hurt her. Or treat this like it's not something big. She's your sister. That means something to me."

Iwaizumi looked at him, eyes narrowed, jaw tense. The silence hung there for a long minute, heavy with every memory they'd shared since they were kids—every match, every late-night practice, every time Oikawa pissed him off but somehow stayed his best friend anyway.

"…I know you wouldn't hurt her," Iwaizumi muttered finally. "That's the problem."

Oikawa blinked. "Huh?"

"You're serious about her. Which means I can't even yell at you properly," Iwaizumi said, clearly annoyed by his own restraint. "But also—if she ends up falling for you, I'm gonna have to deal with watching this face at family dinners."

Oikawa smirked instantly. "This face? You mean this face?" He flashed his brightest, most infuriating model-pose smile.

"Stop it. I'm already regretting this."

"But that means you're not forbidding it?"

"I'm not forbidding it," Iwaizumi said, groaning into his hands. "But you so much as make her cry, and I swear to every volleyball god there is, I'll spike a ball and crush your face."

"I wouldn't expect anything less," Oikawa said with a soft smile.

Iwaizumi sighed. "Just… don't tell me how it's going. I don't need the details."

"But what if she—"

"I mean it, Oikawa."

"…Fair."

Matsukawa

The gym was quiet after practice. The team had already filtered out, the lights slightly dimmed, and the only sounds were the squeaks of shoes and the rustle of sports bags being packed up.

Matsukawa sat on the bench, stretching out his legs with a groan. "My knees are filing for retirement."

"Tell them to take mine with them," Hanamaki muttered, slinging his towel over his shoulders. He sat down beside him, unusually quiet.

Matsukawa gave him a side glance. "You good? You're not usually this serious unless someone takes the last energy drink."

Hanamaki tapped his fingers on his knee. "Okay, so, hypothetically... if one of your teammates were to like your sister... would that be a murder-worthy offense?"

Matsukawa blinked slowly.

"Hypothetically," Hanamaki added quickly, a lazy smirk forming on his lips, but the edge of nervousness behind it wasn't lost on Matsukawa.

"…What."

Hanamaki leaned back like he had all the time in the world. "You heard me."

Matsukawa squinted. "Please tell me you're talking about Kunimi. Or Kyoutani, even. Anyone else."

Hanamaki grinned. "Unfortunately for you, I'm referring to your very real best friend. You know, the one who brought you those onigiri after you failed your last exam. Your sister opened the door, by the way, and completely ruined my life with a smile."

Matsukawa stared at him like he was trying to solve a complex math problem with emotional consequences.

"You're serious," he said slowly.

"As a line judge during match point," Hanamaki said smoothly.

Matsukawa let out a long, suffering sigh and tilted his head back. "You like my sister."

"She's funny. She's cute. She didn't flinch when I made a joke about Oikawa's hair being a national disaster. She's basically perfect."

Matsukawa gave him a flat look. "You're my best friend, Makki."

"I am."

"And you're also a sarcastic menace with a talent for chaos."

"Also true."

"And you like my sister."

Hanamaki looked over at him, this time more serious. "Yeah. I do."

Matsukawa was quiet for a moment, then finally sighed again, rubbing his temples like this was a long time coming. "Okay. Okay. I'm not gonna punch you."

"Generous."

"But if you mess this up, I will replace all your shampoo with glue, salt your lunch, and tell Oikawa your deepest secrets."

Hanamaki's eyebrows rose. "You know my deepest secrets?"

"I will find them, Takahiro."

Hanamaki laughed, and Matsukawa rolled his eyes, but the corner of his mouth twitched upward.

"Honestly," Matsukawa added, leaning back, "she could do worse. But I swear, if I hear you used a pickup line that started with 'are you a libero—'"

"—because I'd fall for you anyway?" Hanamaki finished with a wink.

"I hate you so much," Matsukawa muttered, but he was smiling now.

"I'll be good to her," Hanamaki said after a moment, quieter this time. "You know that, right?"

Matsukawa glanced at him, and his usual lazy grin softened into something more sincere. "Yeah. I know."

There was a pause.

Then Matsukawa said, "But just to be safe, I'm still watching you."

Hanamaki stretched and stood up, slinging his bag over his shoulder. "Of course you are. That's what brothers do."

Hanamaki

The walk home after practice was usually filled with nonsense — fake arguments over who forgot to refill the water bottles, dragging Oikawa's fashion choices, maybe one or two existential crises about school.

But today, Matsukawa was quiet.

Too quiet.

Hanamaki noticed around the third block. "Alright. Spill it."

Matsukawa blinked. "What?"

"You've been sighing like you're in a high school drama. Which, fair, I guess — we are in high school — but still. What's up?"

Matsukawa scratched the back of his neck. "Okay, but you have to promise not to get weird about it."

Hanamaki narrowed his eyes. "Whenever someone says that, it's definitely going to be weird."

"Probably," Matsukawa muttered. "But... I like someone."

"Ohhh," Hanamaki said, like the conversation just got more interesting. "Who's the lucky person? Is it that girl from class 4 with the cool nails?"

"Nope."

"…Not that upperclassman from the library?"

"Nope."

"…Wait—" Hanamaki stopped walking, expression suddenly wary. "You're not about to say Oikawa, are you? Because I'll support you, but I need time to emotionally prepare for that."

Matsukawa actually laughed. "God, no. Definitely not Oikawa."

"Then who?" Hanamaki asked, still not moving.

Matsukawa looked at him. Hesitated. Then went for it.

"…Your sister."

Silence.

Hanamaki blinked.

"…Wait. My sister?"

"Yeah."

"My actual sister?"

"Unless you've got a secret twin I don't know about, then yeah."

Hanamaki's expression went through about five emotions in five seconds — surprise, disbelief, slight concern, and finally: "You're kidding."

"I'm not."

Hanamaki squinted like Matsukawa had just told him he wanted to date a ghost. "Why? When? How?"

Matsukawa shrugged, trying to play it cool, but the pink creeping up his ears gave him away. "She's just… funny. And smart. And she's cool. I started liking her a while ago. It just kind of… happened."

Hanamaki narrowed his eyes, hands in his pockets. "You realize this is the part where I'm supposed to threaten your life, right?"

"I figured."

"I'm still thinking about it."

Matsukawa held up his hands. "Look, I get it. If you're not cool with it, I'll back off. I'm not gonna risk our friendship for this."

Hanamaki was quiet for a long beat. Then he sighed dramatically. "God, you're such a decent guy, it's actually annoying."

"So… you're not mad?"

"I'm not mad," Hanamaki said, rubbing a hand down his face. "I just need to scrub my brain with bleach for a second because now I'm imagining you trying to impress my mom and—ugh, gross."

Matsukawa snorted. "I already impressed your mom. She gave me extra karaage last time I came over."

"That's because you helped her carry groceries, you manipulative giant."

They started walking again, Hanamaki shaking his head like the world had personally betrayed him.

"I can't believe you fell for my sister," he muttered. "You've seen her yell at me for stealing the last piece of mochi, right?"

"She was right, though," Matsukawa said casually. "You did steal it."

Hanamaki groaned. "Unbelievable." But a second later, he added, voice softer: "Just don't screw it up, yeah?"

Matsukawa looked over at him, serious now. "I wouldn't. Ever."

Hanamaki glanced sideways. "Good. Because if you do, I will text every embarrassing photo I've ever taken of you to the entire team."

"…You already do that."

"Exactly. Imagine what I'm capable of when I'm actually mad."

Matsukawa laughed again, and Hanamaki couldn't help but smile — just a little.

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[lilbitdepressed27]

JENVERSE

Jenna Ortega/Fem!Reader

Summary: where they all meet

Warnings: death, angst, confusion?

WC: 8.4k

Author's note: This was supposed to be posted a while back but I was too busy moving and completely forgot, so sorry about that. Hope you guys enjoy. Sorry for any mistakes :) also italics means flashbacks

You weren't sure where you were at. One second you were at home and the next you literally blinked and the next thing you knew you were in the middle of the woods. You didn't know how to react. The first thing you thought of was that you had fallen asleep. With the thought it mind you finally got your legs to move. Walking in the wet woods. The more you walked the more confused you got.

Where exactly were you?

It wasn't long till you found an opening, a path leading into a town. The town looked small, unfamiliar. With things still feeling a bit, hazy? You crossed the street leading into town. Not seeing the car driving towards you. The sound of screeching tires, and the impact of the car hitting you was like an ice cold water being dumped over your head. The pain being too real for this to be a dream.

"It can't be."

Was the last thing you heard before your world faded into darkness.

*

Before you actually opened your eyes, you felt the soft bed you were laying in, a smell that seemed like you smelt it before but you couldn't place it anywhere. The pain from being hit by car was still there.

"Fuck, so I'm not dreaming." You finally opened your eyes. The room was unfamiliar, you had no clue where you were. Obviously not a hospital. Getting out of bed was a bit painful but you only had a bruise on your right leg from where the car hit you. "Where the hell am I?"

The room was spacious. Probably bigger than your apartment. You made your way towards the door, limping as you walked out of the room. The house seemed like an old moderen home. A home that reminded you a lot of the Addams Family. You loved that movie.

As you walked down the hall, you heard a few voices. Quietly following the voices. Rounding the corner only to freeze in your steps. You were now in a big living room. But the luxury of the big house wasn't what had you freezing in your step. It was of the people who were standing in the room looking at you like they knew you. The weird thing was how they all looked the same but weirdly different in their own way.

"Uh hello." You gave a small wave lamely. The women in room also seemed frozen in their shoes. But the sound of your voice had them snapping out of what ever they could be thinking of.

"H-How are you feeling?" The one with a southern accent spoke. She was cute, some cute overalls with a yellow striped shirt underneath, but they all were cute really.

To be honest your leg was killing you but it wasn't broken or anything. But seeing the concern shinning and what seemed to be tears misting the girl's eyes you didn't have the heart to worry her more. "I'm okay, don't worry."

But they did worry. They were worried. They didn't know what brought them together but they came to realize that they all had something in common. Something they all had lost. That something was you. The more they got to know each other, the more they spoke about their own Y/n. And their Y/n shared more than a few things in common. One of the things that was shared was, how you would push away any and if not all of your own feelings to make sure their were okay.

They had considered this your only flaw.

"Sit down, how are you really feeling?" The one wearing all black, had walked towards you, directing you towards a chair. Seeing that she didn't seem like she takes no for an answer. You sat down on the chair.

"I'm good really, what's your girls name? Are you guys like sextuplets, that's so cool. I've never met some before. Also who hit me with a car? I'm not mad or anything. Was just wondering. Um I'm Y/n by the way." You cleared your throat feeling your cheeks heating up at the way the women were looking at you.

"N-Yes, we're sextuplets. I'm Cairo." Cario, who also had a southern accent although hers wasn't as strong as the woman in overalls is. She had cut off the one in baggy clothes, you couldn't get over how beautiful every single one of them are. How they all looked the same but yet different by the way they dressed and styled their hair.

"I'm Vada." The one with baggy clothes said. Her eyes also seemed to fill with unshed tears as she tried to avoid your eyes. Her voice coming out shaky.

"My name is Lorraine." The one with overalls.

"Tara." She was sitting in between Vada and Lorraine. She also refused to look you in the eyes though.

"Mable." This one the other hand couldn't take her eyes off of you. You didn't mind. A part of you wanted to be looked at by the beautiful women in front of you.

"And I'm Wednesday. My friend was the one to hit you with a her vehicle. You had come out of woods so quickly she barely had enough time to stop. So I know you're lying." The one in all black said. But her name had you taking a closer look. She did give off the Addams Family vibes.

"Well it's a bit sore, but I'm fine really. Nothing I can't handle." You said with a beaming smile. Hoping that it could prove that you were, really fine. But all you got from the girl standing in front of you was a look of pure sadness. "Okay what gives? Why are all you looking at me like I'm dead or something? I swear it's not the first time someone's hit me with a car."

The six pair of eyes looked away from you. You could feel the grief coming from all of them. You weren't sure what to do. They all looked like they could use a hug. You were never really good at comforting people. But the strong desire to comfort every single one of them, was strong.

"Are..Are you guys alright? I'm sorry if I said something wrong, I didn't mean to. My mouth tends to run before I can actually process what I'm thinking. I consider it a flaw. But you know, well not that you do know cause I'm basically a stranger-uh I'm gonna shut up." You scratched your neck felling stupid and extremely embarrassed. You could feel your body over heating and your cheeks burning.

Man I gotta learn how to keep my mouth shut.

The women in the room could only look at you in a sort of awe, a yearning look. They all missed their own Y/n. Seeing a version of their Y/n standing in front of them was, sorrowful. They knew you would go back to your earth. Just like every single one of them would. A world where their Y/n wasn't there.

From the corner of your eye you saw Wednesday walk towards you. You looked towards her and even though she had a straight face, you could see a storm in those dark brown eyes. Which was weird. You could never read people like this.

"Do you know how you got here?"

That was a good question. You don't know. Last thing you remembered you were editing your video, your eyes had felt dry and they were burning from looking at your computer screen for too long. You had shut your eyes for not even a full minute. When you opened them you were in the middle of the woods. You honestly would have still thought this was a dream if you didn't get hit by that car.

"Uh I don't know. This is going to sound crazy but one second I was in my room editing one of my videos and the next I was in the woods." Saying it out loud did in fact sound crazy. If these girls thought you were high on drugs you certainly wouldn't blame them.

"Y/n do you believe in the multiverse?"

The sight of you straightening up and smiling down at Wednesday it had been the first time in three months since she's seen that familiar smile in person. She knew how much she missed yo-her Y/n. How much she craved her Y/n's presence. How empty she had felt since her Y/n...died. Y/n had died a painful death. Her Y/n had been shot and killed during a school shooting. She remembered that day like it were yesterday. How she wished she had been with you. Or wished that she would have stopped you from leaving the class room.

But she wasn't the only one to lose you in a school shooting, taking a quick glance at Vada, who was already looking at her. She knew that look. And she was sure she had the same look in her eye.

The only difference was she avenged her y/n, killed and tortured the man who took her y/n away from her. That man died a long painful death. No one could prove it was her. Vada didn't have that same privilege.

"Oh yeah! Just the thought of there being more earths is so fascinating, other versions of yourself is such a scary but yet pretty cool thought." You answered. Everyone in the room paying close attention to you.

"Do you know of someone named Jenna Ortega?" Cairo asked as she leaned back into her seat. Her eyes intensely looking at you. Refusing to look away.

"Uh name sounds familiar. But personally I don't think so." You lived in Alaska, didn't have any type of social media. Just your YouTube channel. You absolutely loved living in Alaska, making little survival videos was a lovely pastime. It was also your income.

"Alright we are going to cut this short. I'm tired biting around the bush. Is your name Y/n Y/mn Y/ln? Were you born in y/ht? Is your mom Y/mn and dad Y/dn? Was your first camera a Polaroid 600?"

The girl you know as Tara finally spoke. Her eyes misting with unshed tears. Her gaze was strong, this was the first time she actually looked at you. And her eyes held so much pain and, regret?

"What the..? How-How do you know that?" You were now a bit more than just confused. A little weirded out, that someone you just met, knew so much about you.

"Y/n we aren't sextuplets, we aren't from this earth and neither are you." Tara said her voice firm and serious. It felt like it's been too long since she last saw yo-her Y/n. Her Y/n had died in the attacks in New York. Her Y/n died in her arms in that theater. She remembered begging. Pleading for her Y/n to not leave her. Begging for forgiveness for not trusting you. Hating herself for not trusting you, for turning her back on you. Everything that was left unsaid. The guilt, the grief, it had almost lead her to her own death.

"I don't know why you're here or why we're here but we have some theories." Tara said her gaze no longer looking at you. She couldn't keep looking, feeling like she was unworthy to look in your eyes.

"Alright, so what are those theories?" A part of you didn't believe her but yet she spoke so seriously. It was kinda hard not to believe her.

Every single one of them pulled a phone or in Wednesday's and Lorraine's case, a picture. You furrowed your eyebrows confused as they all handed you their phones and pictures. Only for your eyes to widen. In every single picture there was a version of, you.

Your hair styled differently in every photo but you nevertheless. In every picture you looked happy with every single girl being close to you in a romantic way. The first picture was of you and Lorraine. This version of you was on a horse in a open field, a cowboy hat on your head as Lorraine sat in front of you, your arms wrapped around her waist in such a loving way as Lorraine looked at you with so much love.

The next picture was of a different version of you with Wednesday, you were both in uniforms, in what seemed to be in a dark dorm room, it was clear that you were the one holding up the camera taking the picture. This version of you was smiling as well as you had Wednesday pulled close to you.

The next picture was of you and Mable in front what seemed to be a wrecked boat. Mable was smiling wide as she hugged your side, one hand under your shirt as you had an arm wrapped around her shoulder, leaning down as you kissed the top of her head.

The next picture was of you and Cairo, although this one seemed more platonic than romantic. You were both seating at what seemed to be a couch in a room, someone else was clearly taking the picture, Cairo looking at you with such longing as you just smiled at the camera.

The next one was with you and Vada, with her on your lap as you sat on a bench. The phone was propped up by something as you both smiled at the camera. Her arms wrapped around your shoulders, her cheeks pressed to yours.

The last picture was of you and Tara. You both were cuddled up on a couch, most of her body was on top of you her hand had been creasing your cheek, as your own arms were wrapped around her waist.

You honestly never seen yourself so happy and in love. In every single picture, you were happy. But the question now running through your mind now. If you were so happy and in love in these pictures.

Where were you.

It was like they could read your mind. Cause the next words out of Cairo's mouth were the answers to why your other yous weren't present.

"You're dead in our earths."

"Oh."

It explained why they always looked so sad when they looked at you. You wanted to know how you died. But you didn't want to offend or bring back bad memories for them. Clearly losing a version of yourself was hard for them. Judging by the way they all avoided your eyes.

"Like Tara said, we don't know why we're here. But it seems that you are a common factor in our lives." Wednesday spoke after a moment of silence.

"Okay, okay so what exactly do you girls want-Wait, um how did I, uh how did my...doppelgänger? I'm not sure if I should even ask."

Wednesday took mercy on you, "It was different. Which is why we think it's best if everyone has their own moment with you."

*

She didn't know what was going on, she remembered going to sleep after a busy, hectic day. She had been tired, so exhausted. She loved her job, it was something she had worked so hard to do and to be the person she was today. Loving every single roll she had done, but with those rolls came the exhaustion of having to be the best she could. Her fame had grown and cause of this there wasn't much she could do without being seen and stopped.

She loved her fans, but what she loved more was a moment of peace.

The celebrity life came with so much opportunities and luxuries, it also came with so many down falls. What she longed more than anything was someone to trust, someone to love. Someone who loved her for who she was, not because she was Jenna Ortega but because she was just a girl who longed to be loved. She had tried to find that type of love. But it had been hard, especially since she was celebrity. People only wanted to date her cause of what her name could give them.

The noise of laughter brought her back to the situation she was in now. She seemed to be at a farm house, one she never seen before. The noise from outside was so, quiet, but yet loud. Not the type of loud that busy cities brought. The loud noise that she gotten used to. No it was the nature type of loud. The birds, the slight noise of the wind. It was peaceful.

But where the hell was she.

Walking towards the window, the sight of acres of farm had her freezing at the sight. Fear gripping her heart. The confusion doubled when she glanced at the mirror. Double taking when she realized what she was wearing. More like who she looked like.

Lorraine.

The character she played in the movie X. But there was no cameras here. There was never a farm where her lived, other than the one in the movie. And this was nothing like it. Lorraine's character never had a room and this one was clearly hers, based off all the pictures. Her eyes stopping at the sight of a beautiful woman with gorgeous y/ec eyes standing close to her character Lorraine. The way those obvious strong arms wrapped around Lorraine shoulders from behind. As they both smiled to camera.

There was more pictures of this y/ec eyed woman.

"What the fuck is happening."

*

The house was empty. But the more she explored the house the more confusion and questions came. Her character Lorraine never had parents, but this one did. She was so confused and she didn't even know where to start to get answers.

"Lorraine? You okay in there? We were supposed to go horse back riding."

The voice was the most gentle spoken voice she had ever heard. This causing her to open the door. Her jaw dropping slightly at the sight of the most beautiful, handsome woman she's ever laid eyes on.

Feeling a warm hand on her cheek, had her leaning towards that warmth subconsciously. Something about this person calmed her, made her feel safe?

"Hey you okay? You're looking a little pale. Let's go lay you down? I could call Wayne, tell them you're not up for that trip?"

"Uh..." She couldn't focus, this persons hands were so soft, she was completely in awe at this woman's beauty.

So was this a dream? A weird dream of a movie she was in, but the person in front of her wasn't in the movie. She was a complete stranger. A beautiful stranger. Back to the said trip was something that ends up killing her.

"You can't say no."

The eerie sound of her own voice talking to her, had her looking away from the girl in front of her. Looking at...her character Lorraine.

"What?" The cowgirl didn't move she was oddly still. Her eyes not even blinking.

"You can't stop what's going to happen."

"You're not real-But I am. This is real. You're not dreamin'. If anything I'm the one who's dreamin'."

"Her name is Y/n. She's beautiful ain't she."

Jenna stood shocked, eyes wide when Lorraine's hand moved to touch Y/n's cheek only for her hand to go through like if she were a ghost.

"What's going on? Where am I? How are you even real?" The questions left her mouth before she could process them.

"Do you believe in the multiverse?"

"No, yes, maybe. I don't know. You're telling me you're from another earth?"

"This may have been a movie for you, but for me, it was real." Lorraine couldn't look away from you. You were as beautiful as the last time she saw you. How she wished she could touch you, kiss you, hug you one more time. She would never let you go.

*

Jenna only blinked and she was no longer at that warm farm house but now she was that familiar cabin. Except now there was no camera crew. No camera, filming equipment other than Owen-RJ's camera and sound equipment. But now here she was getting ready for that scene she films with Sco-Jackson. Except it wasn't Jackson. It was Y/n.

"She was the best I ever had. Not because she knew what she was doing. But because how she made me feel. She made feel so loved. I loved her. More than I could ever love anyone." How Lorraine wished she had more time with you. More time to show you how much she really did love you. You never got a chance to hear her say I love you.

The scene changed before she could see the scene. Watching the after math. How Y/n cared for Lorraine. How the taller girl made sure she was alright. Those y/ec eyes filled with so much love. She never knew someone could look so in love. But then the scene changed again. No longer was she in the cabin but in the kitchen.

Watching as y/n rushed into the kitchen. Getting Lorraine out of the basement. Instead of panicking and running out of the kitchen like she did and getting shot. Y/n was able to calm Lorraine down.

She watched at Y/n put the safety of Lorraine first before her own. Watching as the taller girl was obviously injured as well. As the two hid in the attic, she also watched how you held Lorraine close. How Y/n tried to comfort Lorraine.

The next moments were like in slow motion. How you struggled to keep the attic door closed as Lorraine tried to look for a way out. Her own heart lurched as they barely made out of the window. From the distance she could hear the police quickly approaching. But it had been too late.

The sound of Lorraine crying out, her own arms reaching to catch the tall girl from falling off the roof. It was too late. Watching as Lorraine jumped from the roof as the gun shots rang out. Landing right next to you in pile of hay.

Hearing her cries, begging Y/n to stay awake. Begging, the cries of pure anguish, her own eyes filled with tears.

*

It felt like wipe lash when she blinked again and was in a completely different environment. This time she was in a place that resembled the bar that was back in Massachusetts. She could still feel Lorraine's grief, it made her want to cry out as well. Feeling like she was the one to lose Y/n.

"Hey baby." Mable had came into the bar with a smile, although it was more of a smirk. Hugging someone from behind, Mable's arms wrapping around the person sitting back on the couch shoulders. Before getting on their lap.

She watched as her, doppelgänger? Was this another universe? The confusion came back watching as her character from yet another movie she made was an actual person kiss...Y/n? But yet this Y/n looked different but yet the same. This y/n was dressed a lot more laid back then the cowboy Y/n. Cowboy Y/n had been dressed for farm work.

She could only watch as Mable was a lot more affectionate with Y/n and that was saying something seeing as her character Mable was only affectionate with Toby-Charlie behind closed doors. The smile that Mable had on her face was the same look as the one Lorraine had. The look of pure love.

"How about you and me get outta here?"

The smile on Y/n's face made her blush a bit. The turmoil of emotions she was feeling was giving her wipelash. She just saw a version of this person die. And now this version of the person was smiling and clearly suggesting something...

"Mmh come on. I know the perfect spot."

It felt invasive. She felt like she shouldn't watch this moment. Feeling she was intruding on something that she had no business doing. But the way she saw Mable interact with this Y/n was, something she longed for. But she couldn't get the way Lorraine's Y/n had died out of her head.

~

The scene had changed so drastically, she remembers this scene, even though it wasn't in the movie. How Mable was beat to get information on the drugs. But this time Mable wasn't alone. Y/n had been with her. This Y/n did the exact same thing, the cowboy version of Y/n had done. Risked her own life to protect Mable.

"Stop it! I swear. I swear I don't know where it is!"

Mable cried as she was held down as she watched them beat you. You had tried to fight back but you had been quickly over powered. She could only watch as their fist came down hard on to your face and body.

"Mm I don't know. Seems to me like you're lying."

The sound of the gun clicking had her thrashing hard trying everything and anything to get out of this guys hold.

But it wasn't enough.

"No!! Please! Please!! Stop it! Don't do this please."

"Show her why you shouldn't fuck with me or my money."

The sound of y/n chocking on her own blood had her tears blur her vision, "it's it's okay Mable. It's okay. It's-"

Her eyes widen in shock as the gun shot rang through her ears, the cry leaving Mable's mouth falling on deaf ears as her own hands covered her mouth as she also cried out. Her legs had moved forward without realizing as she had tried to stop the gun men but her hands had gone right through.

Her eyes refusing to looking away from Y/n's unmoving body.

*

She wanted to wake up from this horrible night mare. She didn't even know this Y/n but seeing her die twice already was, too much. The ache, the loss she felt was too much.

But she knew, that this wasn't over. Not when she saw the familiar school. Which meant one thing. This one she could prepare herself for. Hopefully.

School shooting.

"Hey there my precious little Adam Sandler."

The mock scuff which was more of snort of laughter was what the taller girl got in response. Leaning down to kiss those lips.

"Shut up, we should totally ditch."

Y/n’s back was quick to face the shorter girl, crouching down a bit so she could reach. "Hop on my lady."

Jenna watched with a small sad smile. Knowing what was to come. She was still confused, but that last two, it was starting to connect in her own mind. She had two theories. This Y/n was obvious a common factor, someone her cha-doppelgängers cared for.

This time she wasn't surprised when the scene changed. Hearing the soft cries of Vada, Mia and Quinton. The sound of gunshots going off in the distance. The distant noise of the police sirens and shouts followed by more gun shots.

"Y/n, open your eyes. Come on. Please."

Even though she had tried to prepare herself for what she was going to see. No amount of preparations could prepare for what she was seeing.

"Don't leave me. Please." Vada had refused to accept you were gone. Even though she could no longer feel your chest moving. She couldn't help the sobs that left her body.

The pure anguish was too much to bare. She could only watch as the cops came into the bathroom. Faces full of hidden anger, anguish and so many other emotions. They took Mia and Quinton. She watched as the cop checked Y/n's pulse on her wrist and when he got nothing he looked away. Trying to hide his tears.

"I'm sorry kid. She's gone."

Vada shook her head. Pulling you closer. "No, please help her. You have to help her." Your head falling limply on her shoulder. She never felt this type of pain. Her heart felt like it had been torn to shreds.

The police officer looked behind him helplessly. The paramedic that was with him nodded and put her bag down. Doing her job. But the paramedic knew it was no use. The kid was cold to the touch. There was no pulse.

"I'm sorry, but she's gone. There's nothing I can do."

~

"Oh my god Y/n for the last time. I know what I'm doing. I'm eighteen. I'm not a child."

"But Cairo, he's a grown man and married. It's wrong. He's your teacher."

You had found out by accident, having come across them awfully close outside a what appeared to be a library. You were worried, afraid that Mr.Miller was abusing his power as her teacher and making her do things for a better grade. Not that she needed a better grade. Cairo was smart.

"I don't care. I know what I want, if you're here just to complain about my life choices, I think you should leave."

You swallowed the lump in your throat, you hated when Cairo closed off like this. How she always turned in to being so mean when she felt like she was being put in a corner. You didn't want her to feel like that. "Cairo, I just don't want to see you get hurt or taken advantage of."

"I don't need you to keep saving me Y/n. I don't need it."

This one was different from all the others. This one for obvious reasons, her doppelgänger and Y/n weren't romantically involved. This one she could see the hurt look on Y/n's face.

The second Y/n was out of the room, she saw the look of regret wash over Cairo's face.

~

"Come on Cairo, hurry up!" It had been two weeks since your little fight with Cairo. As much as you had been a bit hurt and extremely disappointed, you couldn't control Cairo. If she wanted to be with that man, you couldn't stop it. She was her own person. So you had live with that.

But you had been so close to talking to the principal. The person to stop you had been Winnie. Talking in to not saying anything. In the fear of damaging more of Cairo's reputation and chances at a her preferred college. So that had stopped you.

With the hopes that Cairo would open her eyes and see what that man was doing was wrong, you stepped back. Although, you still kept a close eye.

From the interactions she saw of Cairo and this Y/n, they held back so much emotions it was almost overwhelming. The confusion of the way these two completely ignored their own feelings. In the fear of rejection. How she watched this Y/n, pour her own feelings in letters. Accepting that Cairo would never feel the same way. How you tried your best to move on.

Cairo's story was a bit different than all the others. It angered her so much that Cairo couldn't see how much she had been hurting Y/n.

But she also saw how much Cairo herself had hid her own feelings towards Y/n's. So if obvious when this Y/n started dating her soccer coach, how jealous Cairo had gotten. She watched as Cairo saw reason and started pulling away from Mr.Miller. What she also saw was how angered Mr.Miller had gotten.

The scene changed, she heard the struggle of a fight before anything. Then followed the gun shot, then an echoing silence. Before a gut wrenching sob broke the silence. She couldn't find it in her self to turn the corner to see Cairo. To see Cairo's Y/n dead. Just like the others. She couldn't keep going through this. The pain of it all was too much.

The cries became muffled.

Another y/n lost.

*

"Wednesday?"

That was the voice of Emma Myers. Standing at the entrance of the dorm room was a sad/worried looking Enid. Wednesday stood by a board, a man in his mid thirties in the center of it all. There was no sign of Y/n. Maybe this one was different, maybe-her eyes stopped at the sight of five pictures. Her eyes finding the picture she was scared to find. There she was, Y/n in the nevermore uniform along with the other nevermore students. Under the word victims.

"Y/n wouldn't want this Wednesday.

"Y/n is dead. And I'll make sure she gets the justice she deserves."

~

Jenna had to witness Wednesday's fall into madness. Part of her felt relieved that she didn't have to witness another Y/n's death. But this, this felt worse. To witness the grief, the anger, the need to get the desired revenge in Wednesday. When Wednesday finally found the man, it had been. Worse than she could imagine.

Behind the anger, the grief was always growing. Seeing the way that Wednesday tortured the man. He's cries for mercy going ignored. He's pleas of forgiveness, they were met with even more brutal force. Broken bones, all the blood in the room. It did nothing to fill the emptiness in the Addam's heart. And Jenna knew that.

"I'm sorry."

"Sorry won't bring her back."

*

She hated this. She was now somewhere that was a bit more quiet. No sounds of violence. No cries for help. No begging for the other to stay.

"Someone tell me what the fuck is going on?!"

She was tired of seeing this. Seeing her doppelgängers suffer. Losing someone they loved.

"We don't know. But for some reason. Y/n seems to be in the center of it."

Turning around to see Tara. This Tara seemed older. Which was weird. She never really had to try hard to look young. But Tara, she looked like she was in her mid twenties. No longer a high school student. Or a college student.

"Why is this happening? How are you, real?" She was finally talking to one of her chara-doppelgänger. It was something she still couldn't believe. But it was hit more easier to accept. With Lorraine it felt like the girl wasn't talking directly to her but more to herself.

"Your guess is as good as mine."

Jenna took in the appearance of Tara. As well put as she was, Jenna could see the sadness in those eyes. Tara was more mature. She was afraid to ask. Afraid of the answer she would get to the question she already knew the answer to. Every single one of the doppelgängers were different, but they all shared the same look in their eyes.

"Mmh how about you come with me. We could lay under the stars-In Alaska?!" Tara's laugh cut you off. Your own laugh joined hers. You knew how easy Tara got cold. Winter time was always a struggle for the girl.

"We'll be in the proper gear, bundled up nice and warm. Watching the northern lights together." Your arms pulled her closer to you, she was quick to wrap her own arms around your torso. Craving the warmness that you always provided to her.

"She wanted so badly to go to Alaska."

Wanted. Past tense. She let out a soft sigh as she let Tara reminisce. The memory of them changed again. The memories played like a movie.

You stood in the kitchen, ears covered with headphones as she cooked for the group. Tara sat on the counter scrolling on her phone. She had wanted to be in your presence while you cooked but didn't want to bother your deep focus on your craft. She also loved being your little taste tester. The way you would spoon feed her some of the food. How you would stand between her legs, when you had few minutes to spare before you had to return to cooking. Gently rubbing her back as you embraced, it was a peace of quiet and comfort that she always looked forward to.

"Was it ghostface?" Jenna couldn't help but to ask. Tara and Y/n had looked so happy. So at peace.

Tara sighed as her eyes refused to look away from what she was seeing. This memory was one of her favorites. The peace that you brought her had always calmed her in a way no one else could. "Yeah." But she had ruined it.

Of course it was ghostface. She felt stupid that she even asked that question.

*

Jenna stood in the kitchen. The air was tense. It was completely from the comfort and warmth that she felt in the kitchen.

"What? You think I'm just gonna take a knife outta my ass now?" You were fed up. Angry, hurt, feeling betrayed. First they didn't let you go with Anika, cause they wanted to keep their eyes on you and now they refused to even let you speak. You tried so hard to ignore the need to cry. You felt like you were loosing everything.

"So who are you working with. I mean you were obviously in the apartment when the other ghostface was attacking. But now Gale is on the verge of death." Detective Bailey wasn't letting up. If anything he was the one to continue hammering you with questions.

You were tired of defending yourself. So you just stayed quiet. "Got nothing to say?"

"Detective, stop. She hasn't left our side." Tara said from leaning on the wall. Her eyes refusing to meet yours. The little moment you had when she defended you outside the apartment long gone.

Bailey scoffed, "of course she hasn't Tara. It's why there's always a second ghostface. Always someone else to continue killing people while the other plays the victim. Don't think I won't hesitate to put a bullet through your skull if I even see you raise a finger at these girls."

You didn't know what else to do. How else to prove your innocence. Not when no one else believed you and the one person that did was in the hospital fighting for her life. How you wished you had gone with Anika.

"You thought she was ghostface?" Jenna couldn't even believe the words coming out of her own mouth. She felt like she knew where this was going. Seeing the heartbroken and lonely look in those y/ec eyes had been just as gut wrenching.

Tara hated seeing the way she had treated you in your last hours. Seeing you like this again had her heart breaking once again. "I—I was scared."

Jenna wanted to scoff but she bit her lip, "and you think she wasn't?" She couldn't help herself. Seeing this version of Y/n so broken and lonely made her feel so, protective? She always had been protective of the people she loved family, friends. But this type of protectiveness. It was new.

Tara teared her eyes away from you. "I have no excuse. In her final moments, I didn't deserve the love she had for me. I let my fear win over everything I felt for her."

"No he's lying!!" "Please Tara, you have to believe-Oh Y/n they didn't believe you then. They sure won't believe you know. I mean, you always called them your family. But that wasn't the case with you was it? You should have seen them, when you became a suspect. How easy it was to hack your phone, make them believe you didn't answer their calls."

The broken and betrayed look in this Y/n's eyes, had been so immense. Jenna could only watch helplessly once again as a version of Y/n was at a life threatening situation. A death that would be unavoidable.

*

"You let her die, if you'd had just believed her. She would have had better chance at surviving." The words left her mouth before she could stop them. The anger she felt at seeing y/n die once again but this time with the feeling of feeling of being unloved. All the other Y/n's deaths they dead still feeling loved. Scared but loved.

This y/n. This y/n died thinking no one trusted her. That no one loved her enough to believe her. The look in those y/ec eyes made he want to punch Tara. Tara and all the other friends.

"I've seen her die so many different ways. But in all those ways she died with the person who she loved showing her she was loved in her final moments. But you. You at every chance let her down."

"You don't think I know that? You don't think that every day that's passed since she's been gone I haven't blamed myself. I don't know what I was thinking alright! All I felt was fear. Amber did it to me and and the thought of Y/n doing it to me crossed my mind and it stayed." Tara cried in anger. She didn't deserve you. She let her own fear win over and now she lost the one person that she loved the most.

Jenna looked away from Tara, the scene now at a cemetery. The grave with Y/n's name, picture, date of birth with the date of death. The grave filled with flowers.

"She died thinking I didn't love her. It's never left my mind. It's enough for to want to end it. And I know that's selfish. We all lost our Y/n in a brutal way. I think it's why we're here." Tara spoke in a different tone. Her fingers creasing the stone.

"We're all connected to y/n. A different version of y/n, but the same person. I think it's the universes way of saying that maybe one version of ourselves deserves their happiness with Y/n. Maybe it's you."

**^

Jenna woke up with start, feeling nauseated, disoriented, her head was spinning, the ache in her heart was too strong. She wouldn't say she didn't believe in soul mates but, something about this Y/n. To see this Y/n and her doppelgängers love so deeply so purely. But then to see that love be taken away from her doppelgängers. It had been soul crushing. To see the agony, the heartache in their eyes. It affected her as well.

She didn't even know how to find her Y/n, cause that who you were right? Her soulmate. The confusion on why this was happening still remained but it wasn't as much anymore.

"Jenna!? Do you plan to sleep in the whole day?! Come on get up!" The sound of her sisters voice Aliyah, she remembers now being on a long well deserved break. After the success of Beetle Juice 2 and Wednesday season 2. Her manager had her take a good few months off. Granted she still had some interviews and photo shoots to do. But those weren't as draining.

She was back home. Barely a day but yet it felt longer. This made her feel even more confused as she got up and got ready for the day. Stepping out of her shared bedroom. Her mind wondered back to Y/n. She couldn't explain this new sense of loneliness she was now feeling. The love that her doppelgängers shared with their own Y/n.

The love and happiness that they had shared was something she always feared in a way. To love and give yourself to someone like that had always scared her. But what she feared now was finding that love only for it to be taken away from her.

"—most people sell these off grid cabins with all their equipment and other things still here. Because of how deep, the snow gets, getting moving trucks down here is a big no. Also the roads here are all muddy when it's not covered in snow."

Her heart felt like it picked up its pace at the sound of that voice coming from the living room. Turning into the living only to see you on the tv screen. There you were in what looked like a small cabin in the middle of the woods. You were recording yourself with an excited smile on your face.

"Oh check it out, it's a log splitter. And it works! Oh man this will come in handy."

Her eyes couldn't look away. Your smile, your eyes. So full of life and happiness. "Is that—That's Y/n, a YouTuber dad started watching. She's pretty interesting, makes survival hunting fishing all in one videos. So what's your plan...You okay?" She couldn't hear her younger sister talking. All she could focus on was how you looked.

She had to find you. Had to find a way to get to you.

*

You couldn't wrap your head around what happened. Your neck ached from the passion you woke up in. Here you were, at your house in Alaska editing your latest video. You didn't remember falling asleep. But seeing those women suffering in such way had been gut wrenching. The pain they had felt it, you felt. The ache of it all had been so intense, so overwhelming.

You never knew love like that. Feeling like you'd always end dying alone. Always referred as the cool aunt that lives in the middle of butt fuck no where. To have someone love you so deeply, so strongly like that was so bizarre. You didn't even know where to find this person. Jenna Ortega. 

You blinked away the dryness in your eyes. Quickly going on google to type in the name. Your jaw dropping at the sight. There she was as beautiful as ever. A star actress from the hit show Wednesday, age twenty two, big movies such as Scream and Beetle Juice. She was a big star one that was guaranteed hard to get in contact.

*

The sound of knocking on your door grabbed your attention, as you exited your bathroom from taking a shower. You were quick to put on a hoodie, as you hurried to the door. You weren't sure who could it be seeing as your closest neighbors were almost twenty miles away. With the how cold it was outside you knew no vehicle without some strong durability to these roads was going to be out in these conditions.

With the door being pulled open your greetings stayed stuck in your throat. It had been two weeks since that dream. Cause there was no way it could be real, right? Did you take a little chance and follow the actress. Yes. Did you DM her? Yes. But nothing came out of that. So you chucked it up to being a crazy dream. The huge bruise on your left leg, you brushed it off as hurting yourself while you filmed your videos and just never noticed.

Those dark brown eyes looked at you in way that made you feel so exposed. Her gentle smile felt like a spark starting to burn in your chest. A cold breeze and her shivering pulled you from your thoughts.

"C-Come in."

It took a bit longer for her to find you. But thankfully she was Jenna Ortega. She had ways to find people. And she the money to get what she wanted. And what she wanted was to find you. And here you were looking absolutely breath taking. Looking, alive.

The warmness off the house was enough to warm her completely. But the warmness that you brought without even trying was even better.

There was no awkwardness in the room. Just a lingering shyness, words unspoken.

"So it wasn't a dream. Right? I mean that's why you're here, right? It's uh bit crazy you know, I didn't want to believe, not that your not great cause you are but because it's that your so great and incredibly beautiful, uh I just thought it was some weird dream cause l mean I don't really know what I mean I just, oh my god please say something, I can't stop talking. I'm just really nervous all of sudden—Hey take a deep breath."

Her hands had taken your in hers. Your hands had felt so warm and much bigger than hers. She couldn't help but smile, your rambling was so adorable. Making her feel warm inside. It was odd, to feel this comfortable with someone she just met. But yet it felt like she knew you. That feeling that she's felt since she woke up, that emptiness was gone. At the feeling of your hands in her it was like a missing piece in her puzzle.

At the sight of the redness of your cheeks as your breathing settled into a much calmer pace.

"Sorry."

With a squeeze to your hand, "It's okay. I know all this is crazy. And there's no way to actually prove what we experienced."

You didn't say anything on how she kept your hand in hers. You liked the feeling of having her soft small hands holding yours.

"Well seeing as we're still strangers. hi my name is Y/n, a pleasure to meet you."

"Jenna Ortega. The pleasure is all mine."

***

In separate universes, six woman gasped awake. Breathing heavily as tears streamed down their cheeks. The agony that they had to relive was almost too much. As they cried softly to themselves, a noise coming from their side had them snapping their heads to the noise. Only to see their own version of Y/n. Their cries of relief were muffled as they took y/n in.

Sleeping soundly next to them.

Alive.

It had felt so real.

Y/n had survived the attack of those crazy old people.

Y/n had survived vicious beating of those drug dealers. The sound of the gun shot had hit the cabinet door behind her.

Y/n had survived the school shooting. Barely making it.

Y/n had survived the poisonous bullets.

Y/n had survived the psycho that was Jonathan Miller. Finding a way to be with Cairo.

Y/n had survived the ghostface attacks. Working to repair the broken trust with Tara.

You had survived.

:)

[stark-ironman]

Dancing in the Rain

18+ No Minors

A/N: no really many warnings, mentions of smut but that's it mainly fluff. I wanted to write a little something for my fellow Americans who are upset this past week. It's not much but it's something! Love you all.

Hugh knew the moment the rain started pouring, that your mood was fixing to go from bad to worse. You had a bad week at work and have been arguing with your family a little more than usual so Hugh suggested he grill out for dinner and it cheered you up, right up until now when the rain decided to ruin that.

"Perfect ending to a perfect week." You grumbled as you walked past the kitchen window. "It's not that bad, darling. I can still cook something if you want." Hugh suggests, trying to cheer you up. "It's fine. I think there's some soup in the freezer we can heat up." You say as you walk over to the fridge.

Hugh sighs, knowing that you're not being cold on purpose but it still hurts his feelings when you act like this towards him, especially when he's done nothing wrong. "C'mon. I have an idea." He says holding his hand out for you. "Hugh, I just want to eat and go to bed." You tell him.

"Darling, please." His voice stays soft but you can tell by his tone he's getting annoyed. You grab his hand and he opens the sliding door, pulling you outside. "Hugh!" You exclaim as the rain soaks you both immediately.

His hands wrap around your waist and pull you to him as he starts swaying side to side. "Remember our first date when we danced in the rain?" He asks, feeling you start to relax at the memory. "After the restaurant messed up our reservation and the picnic you tried to take me out to later on." You reminisce, smiling softly as he twirls you.

"Everybody said that it was a sign this wasn't meant to be but baby," Hugh dips you, holding onto tightly while he stars in your eyes, "That day only made me want more of you." You push the hair out from his forehead, kissing him deeply.

He stands you up again and you both start dancing more, giggling as he lifts you up and spins the two of you around. His chin sits on your stomach as you look down at him with a big smile.

You wrap your legs around his waist, holding his face in your hands as you admire each little wrinkle you've fallen in love with. "I'm sorry that I've been such a pain lately. I don't deserve the patience you've given me.' You softly say, hoping he can hear over the sound of the rain.

"You have every right to be mad, darling. All that matters to me is that you feel safe enough with me to let your emotions out. I will do anything to make you feel better." He tells you while your hands attempt to comb his hair back. "How about we go back in the house and I make it up to you?" You ask with a small smirk. "I think I would love that. And after you do that, I will help you out with remembering nothing but my name." His voice quickly turns deep, causing a blush to spread across your face as he carries you inside.

[taliesin-the-bored]

Tag game: tag nine people you’d like to know better.

Tagged by: @oneshoulderangel (Thank you for tagging me!)

Last song: At the moment, I have "Losing Your Memory" by Alan Star stuck in my head, which I suppose makes it my current song, not my last song. Hm. I get songs stuck in my head very easily, but the last one I had there for a significant amount of time was a mashup of different language versions of "Les Rois du Monde" for about a week. "Lehetsz Király", the Magyar version, is probably my favorite of them. It's worth a listen.

Currently watching: Normally, the answer would be "random mostly terrible old movies/shows" or "nothing much", but I currently have a hyperfixation on the musical Roméo et Juliette and have been watching it in multiple languages. (Thus, the song).

Three ships: This is hard. Maybe as a result of being on the ace and aro spectrums, I'm more likely to care about which characters are interacting than whether it's romantic or platonic. Here goes:

Kedivere/Bedikay. It can be romantic, platonic, or queerplatonic, but whichever way, I'm here for it. I probably spend too much time thinking about how in Cullwch and Olwen, when Cai gets mad at Arthur and marches out, Bedwyr stays behind, keeps acting like nothing's happened, and isn't the one to avenge Cai's death. The feeling of betrayal on both sides has a lot of unexplored potential. And the version where Bedivere dies and Kay fights to bring his body back safely while mortally wounded himself... And the version where Bedivere survives Camlann and Kay isn't said to fight in it, so they might be left together after their world has fallen apart...

Platonically or queerplatonically, Galahad and the Grail Heroine. I really like the tragic Grail Quest friendships, but I like theirs most, maybe because there's something weird and otherworldly about them both. I like it when characters are strange and endearing and doomed by the narrative.

Ever since reading John Matthews' retelling, which I read before the original, I've had a soft spot for Caradoc and Guinier. The Story of Caradoc is very disturbing, and I have some major qualms with Caradoc over a detail Matthews cut out, but all the same, there's a reason these two have the best track record with magical fidelity tests. Each of them would go to the ends of the earth for the other, and together, they're stronger than any curse.

Favorite Color: Blue, particularly royal blue and some teals.

Currently consuming: Black licorice with chocolate.

First ship: This is a hard one, since through elementary and most of middle school, I tended to go along with whatever I thought the author's intentions were and was more likely to unship something. The first non-endgame ship I got invested in was Sonya/Nikolai in War and Peace. I didn't like Nikolai, but Sonya did, and she was my favorite character, so I wanted her to be happy. The first non-canon couple I thought was meant to be together was also in War and Peace: Marya Bolkonskaya and Julie Karagina. My eighth grade self did not think their letters could be interpreted platonically. I still don't.

Last movie: If the musical doesn't count, the last movie I watched was Quest for Camelot, which was awful. Though not Robot Monster-level bad, Robot Monster has an elegance to its simplicity which Quest for Camelot lacks.

Currently working on: Various fics, most of them Arthuriana or CotRK-related (I am woefully behind on the Badfic Bingo), and (theoretically) an epic-style poem, though I haven't gotten much of it written for quite a while now.

Tagging: @gawrkin, @emperorcandy, @wildbasil, @gorewound, @knightsofsomethingorother, @ladyminaofcamelot, @tasosotaso, @amashelle, @gingersnaptaff (I have no idea who's been tagged so far, apart from the people on @oneshoulderangel's post, so I apologize for any multi-tags)