#but i am slowly functioning faster lol

[mysdrymmumbles]

So my room is painted midnight blue - all of it. Walls and ceiling. I have blackout curtains.

When the light is off in my room, it is very -very- dark.

The last...two weeks, about, when I go to turn on my light, almost nothing happens because the lights needed changing.

Everyday for two weeks i told myself, "I have to fix this."

Finally, this morning, I did it. There is light in the abyss again.

[mypoisonedvine]

It’s Always The Quiet Ones... | college AU dark!Peter Parker x (slightly)naive!reader

for @nsfwsebbie​​‘s dream fic challenge, I was assigned to write something for @harryspet​​ which was vv exciting bc I love her stuff ;-; no pressure right? lol (also thank you to @evnscvll​​ for being my proofreader, sounding board, and partner for some very strange texting for the purpose of screenshots!)

Here is the prompt I got: peter is a dork and is weird and quiet, and the readers friends dared her to sleep with him. turns out he was really kinky and is really good at sex. can be dark.  And hoo boy, did I run with that.  I hope you like it!!

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: smut (it’s consensual but with dubcon undertones, manipulation, and implied coercion/dubcon at the end), stalking, blackmail, voyeurism, and general creepiness.  Oh yeah and there’s some degradation and dacryphilia in there for good measure.

You and your friends were in the middle of your daily cafeteria lunch, chatting about the same sorts of small talk you always did.  

“Oh god, it’s that weird guy from class!” Jackie blurted out suddenly around a mouthful of fries, pulling you out of the conversation you’d been having.  Everyone at the table whipped around and your eyes went wide. 

“Come on, don’t look all at once,” you hissed.  

“Who is this guy?” Cody asked, looking around with confusion.

“The guy in the blue hoodie over there,” Jackie answered, motioning toward him with her head.  It was Peter, setting down his tray of food and opening up his laptop, putting earbuds in.  He was pretty much always on his laptop, it seemed like.  He took a bite of his pizza before getting back to whatever he was working on.

“He looks normal, or normal-ish,” Mia shrugged.  

“No, no, you don’t get it,” you shook your head.  “We have him in Computational Physics on Tuesdays and Thursdays--”

“Plus Friday lab,” Jackie interjected.

“--and he’s… kinda…”

“Creepy,” Jackie concluded.

“No,” you denied, “not creepy.  He’s just… a bit awkward, I guess.”

“And he stares at you, like, the entire time we’re in class.  But won’t even talk to you.”

“Oh, that’s weird,” Mia agreed with a shudder.

“I don’t know,” you shrugged, “it’s kinda… sweet, maybe?  I mean, he’s just shy, right?”

“Oh my god you are such a slag!” Jackie teased, shoving you on the shoulder.  “You’re into him, aren’t you?”

“No!” you denied with wide eyes.  

“You’re just into the attention,” Cody rolled his eyes.

“I mean, it’s kind of flattering, isn’t it?” you admitted.  Jackie laughed.

“You should go over there and talk to him,” she decided.

“Nooooooooo, no way,” you shake your head.

“I kinda wanna see this,” Cody smirks.

“Literally just go over there and flirt with him, his head would explode,” Jackie suggested excitedly.

“I don’t even know how to flirt,” you chuckled.

“So you’re considering it!” Mia accused.

“I didn’t say that!” you squeaked.

“Pleeeeeease,” Jackie whined playfully.  “It’ll be funny.”

“I don’t usually sleep with people for comedic effect.”

“I’ll chip in $20 if you do it,” she offered immediately.  She turned to the rest of the table, “come on guys, we need to pool together and make her do it.”

“I’ve only got a ten,” Cody mumbled, pulling it out slowly before Jackie snatched it away.

“Okay, $30, who can make it $50?”

“Jackie, calm down,” you hissed.

“You’re telling me you wouldn’t sleep with him for $50?  He’s cute!”

“I have $35 and 67 cents,” Mia counted, shuffling through her wallet.

“Oh my god,” you groaned, your head falling into your hands.

“Just do it, for me,” Jackie said, suddenly sounding oddly serious.  You didn’t understand why it mattered so much, but you decided it couldn’t be that bad if you just did it.

“Fine, fine, just shut up and don’t stare at us,” you instructed, getting up to a ruckus of cheers.  You didn’t even take the money.

You walked across the cafeteria, messenger bag slung over your shoulder, and hoped you wouldn’t totally make an idiot of yourself.  If you hadn’t already just by talking to a guy over a dare.

He didn’t seem to notice you when you stood by his table, still focusing on his computer.

“Um, hey,” you waved, and Peter looked up at you as he took out his earbuds.

“Hi,” he replied quickly.

“What… what are you working on?” you asked, motioning to the laptop.  He didn’t stop looking at you, and he didn’t say anything.  “I… we have comp together?  You know who I am, right?”

“O-of course I do!” he suddenly perked up.  “Yeah, I just…” he trailed off and turned to his laptop.  “I was just working on this model.”

“Can I take a look?” 

He smiled a little, and moved his backpack out of the seat next to him.  “Go ahead!”

You sat down and leaned in to look at his screen.  

“It’s-- it’s not finished but, basically I just put the kinetic energy of an object on the x-axis, the potential energy on the y-axis--” 

You used the laptop’s touch screen to move the model around, impressed with his work.  “And the z-axis is the conservation of energy for work done on an object,” you finished.  

“Uh, yeah, exactly,” he nodded.

“It’s beautiful!” you realized, appreciating the variety of colors as each data point was suspended in the graph.  

“Do you do any modeling?” he asked you, and for a hot second it felt like a line.

“Um,” you laughed, “no, not much at least.  Nothing extracurricular.”

“Oh.”

“I’m more into abstract math, if I’m being honest.”

He smiled.  “Oh, you’re one of those.”

You laughed, shoving him on the shoulder playfully, but regretting it as you saw his smile drop a bit.  “People are so judgmental about abstract math, as if it isn’t the study of the founding principles of mathematics.”

“So you think adding a pineapple and a banana is the foundation of mathematics?” he quirked an eyebrow.

“Okay, there’s so much more to abstract mathematics than weird variables,” you frowned.  “Like basic functions on matrices!  Don’t act like it isn’t dope as fuck to add, subtract, multiply and divide matrices.  If you saw my whiteboard in my dorm you would understand.”

“If I had a whiteboard now I could prove to you that abstract math is overrated,” he countered.

“I’d love to see you try,” you scoffed.  You hadn’t really meant it literally.  

“I don’t have anything for the rest of the day,” he shrugged.  It took you a moment to realize he was suggesting to actually come to your room and talk about math.  You weren’t sure if that was even what would happen if you went back to your dorm…

You opened your mouth to say that you were busy, that you couldn’t, that you shouldn’t, so you were a little surprised when you heard yourself say “sure” instead.

And that was how you ended up sitting on your kitchen counter with Peter Parker between your legs, kissing you like you’d never been kissed before.

It sort of happened all at once.  He just grabbed you and you were confused but went with it, because life is short and he was cute and his hands felt unexpectedly wonderful as they gripped your back.

You gasped a bit when he started to pull your shirt over your head but he didn’t slow down, quickly removing his own-- oh, hello there six-pack, nice to meet you-- kissing you again as he wrapped his hands around your waist and slid you off the counter, guiding your legs to wrap around his hips.  He carried you to the bedroom with unexpected grace; he was so much stronger than he looked.  And he looked different than he ever had before as he tossed you down onto your bed and started to kiss his way down your abdomen while his fingers slipped under the waistband of your shorts.

“Oh god, Peter!” you yelped as he kissed along your thighs, pulling down your shorts and underwear and tossing them to the side.

“Say my name again,” he demanded before instantly latching onto your clit, sucking and licking directly onto the bundle of nerves.

And you really had no choice in the matter, his name pouring from your lips over and over, accentuated with a yelp as he shoved two fingers into you, finding and massaging your g-spot before you could even process everything you were feeling.

“Oh my god, fuck, Peter!” you hissed, your head falling back onto the mattress so hard it bounced a little.

You were barreling towards an orgasm faster than you probably ever had before.  This was nothing like the few other hook-ups you’d had since starting college-- it wasn’t even like the times you’d been alone with your hand or a vibrator.  This was like an assault on the senses, so powerful that you couldn’t even really keep track of the sounds you were making or anything that wasn’t his mouth on you and his fingers in you.

“I’m gonna come, oh my god, I’m gonna come don’t stop please--” you moaned as your words turned into mostly incoherent nonsense.  How could you be expected to form a sentence in these conditions?

Thankfully, he didn’t stop.  He kept lapping at your clit as if he hadn’t even noticed your pleading, his fingers twisting inside you even as your walls clenched so tightly around them that it became difficult to keep up the pace.  Your hips involuntarily bucked against his face, your legs quivered as he refused to give you any reprieve from the sensation, but he kept going.

“Oh fuck, fuckfuckfuck Peter I can’t-- it’s too much-- oh god,” you babbled, but it fell on deaf ears.  A small part of your brain was confused why he wouldn’t stop-- you hadn’t told him outright to stop but it was kind of implied, right?  Wasn’t it some amount of not okay that he was still going?  It made your gut sink in a way that was equal parts disturbing and erotic.  

You were trying to pull away but his arms wrapped around your thighs and held you down.  God, he was strong.  He looked kind of skinny in those hoodies he was usually wearing, but now that he was actually exerting some force he was clearly muscular.  You felt helpless and it, oddly enough, turned you on.

“Peter, please, oh my god, slow down I-- I can’t take any more,” you whimpered; your voice came out all high-pitched and squeaky and it would’ve been embarrassing if you had enough brainpower left to care.  

He groaned against your skin but said nothing, using his teeth to lightly graze your clit.  Your whole body jerked at that, a sob tearing from your lips suddenly.  It felt like you were past the point of orgasm now and just lost in some sort of aggressively intense world of pleasure-- it neared pain, really.  You had never been pushed to your limits like this; you hadn’t even realized that there were limits which one could be pushed to this way!  It was exhilarating and exhausting and overwhelming.  You fought tears from forming because it would be so embarrassing to cry right now, and he would probably freak out and think you were hurt or something… maybe you were hurt, you couldn’t even tell at this point.  But at this point, it was unstoppable.  You were fucking crying from the overstimulation and he hadn’t even put his cock in you yet.  Your face was so hot that your own tears felt cool as they poured down your cheeks.

Finally, he stopped when he heard your sobs.  But instead of concern or fear or confusion, his expression was simply joy.

“Oh, you look so cute when you cry,” he cooed, sliding back up your body to kiss your tears away as they fell.  Then he kissed your mouth, open and sloppy and aggressive, and the taste of yourself on his tongue made your head spin.

Before you could collect your thoughts, he pulled back and made quick work of his jeans and boxers-- fuck, he was big.  

“You’re too kind,” he grinned, discarding the clothes and stroking his cock a few times.

You hadn’t realized you had said it out loud, and you felt a little nervous but then he was on you again, kissing you roughly and forcing his tongue into your mouth.  You felt him reaching down, gripping his cock and rubbing it through your folds.  You were soaked, and swollen, and nearly sore.  Every time the tip slid over your clit, you jumped a little.

He pushed into you ever so slightly, moving the head of his cock inside you and nothing more.  You whined with confusion and anticipation, but he continued on teasing you.

“Please,” you whimpered into his kiss.

He pulled back and looked down at you, his eyes blown so wide that they looked like they’d gone black.  “What was that?” he asked, and you sighed because you knew he could hear you the first time.

“Please, Peter,” you repeated, louder, “I need more.”

“More…?”

You sobbed with frustration, and desire.  “Fuck me, please.”

He thrusted forward and you groaned as his cock stretched you open.  It was like night and day, how he went from slowly teasing you to slamming into your eager walls.  You cried out and gripped at his arms, just trying to steady yourself and maybe stop your skull from whacking the headboard if possible.

“You love it, don’t you?  You love my cock,” he growled.  His voice was lower, gravelly.  He sounded like an entirely different person.

“Yes,” you replied weakly.

“Say it,” he demanded.

No one had ever talked to you like this before and it made your cheeks burn.  “I-- I love your cock,” you stammered.  

He smiled and you hoped you’d done it right, and that he wasn’t smiling at your obvious nervousness or lack of experience.  You didn’t understand how this was normally supposed to go, because you didn’t normally hook up with people so casually-- you had just never really been interested in it.  But now that he was fucking you so hard you could barely breathe, you were starting to get the appeal.  God, your last boyfriend hadn’t even made you come in five months of dating, meanwhile five minutes with Peter had made you a sobbing mess.  Even now you were biting your lip to hold back your tears from the sheer intensity of the sensations you were experiencing.

“Oh, you poor thing,” he pouted condescendingly.  “You don’t wanna cry but you can’t help it, huh?  You’re my dumb little crybaby aren’t you?”

You tried not to react to that but you knew he felt your walls clench suddenly.

“You like that?  You like being my stupid whore?”

“S-stop,” you begged weakly, feeling beyond humiliated.

“But you like it, angel, I can tell.  Don’t lie to me.”

He reached down to swirl his thumb over your clit, laughing at the way you tensed up and tried to squirm away.

“Is it too much princess?” he asked, but the nickname read less sweet and more mocking.  “Isn’t this what you wanted?  You asked me to fuck you.  Begged me.  Now you act like you can’t take it, like you’re this delicate little flower and not the dirty fucking whore I know you are.”

“I-- I’m not a whore,” you denied even as you struggled to suppress your obvious arousal from the derogatory nature of his words.  You felt a little guilty for being into it, and slightly insulted, but fuck if it didn’t make your back arch and your throat dry and your pussy so excessively wet.

“Oh, don’t play dumb,” he scoffed.  “But, maybe you’re not playing.  You really are dumb, aren’t you?”

You logically knew that it was too late to deny anything he said, but you still clung onto your dignity as best you could.  “N-no!”

“Not all the time, just when you’re wet.  Isn’t that right?  You get so desperate for cock and you don’t wanna be smart, you just wanna be somebody’s brainless fuckdoll.”

That sounded so appealing in some forbidden, filthy way and all of a sudden you were going to come again, any second now.

“Yes!” you nearly screamed, falling into your pleasure.

“Come on my cock, baby,” he encouraged, “come for me.”

You didn’t even sound like yourself with the noises you made, or maybe it was just that you’d never had the chance to make noises like that before.  Either way, your orgasm crashed through you and nearly punched the air out of your lungs.  Your toes went numb.  You didn’t even know that could happen.  And most important of all, your walls tensed and fluttered so hard that he began moaning into your ear.

“Fuck, ‘m gonna come inside you.”  You couldn’t tell if it was a warning, like he was asking permission, or if he was just informing you of his intentions which you would be powerless to stop even if you told him not to.  You didn’t have to find out because you were on the pill, but it made you realize all too suddenly that you should’ve had him put on a condom-- how could you have forgotten?

His moans turned hoarse and with a growl and a tightened grip on your hips, he spilled deep in you, coating your walls as his length flexed and twitched inside you.  For a moment you were just stuck like that, his weight holding you down as he caught his breath, and finally he rolled to the side and you could breathe cool air again.

“That was…” he began but trailed off, pulling you closer and kissing your shoulder.  “You’re amazing.”

It was quite the shift from how he had been talking before.  It was comforting, but you were still a little confused.  “Really?”

He laughed softly.  “Did you not notice?  God, I’ve wanted you for so long…”

You were curious about where he was going with that, but then he suddenly sat up.

“Do you want some water?” he offered.

“Uh, yeah,” you smiled.  “The cups are in the cabinet just to the left of the microwave.”

He nodded and gave you a quick peck on the cheek before sliding out of the bed, slipping his boxers on over his still-hard cock which was now coated in your come and his, and dashing out of the room.

You were mostly content to just lay there, although you felt uncharacteristically sore between your legs, and quite… sticky.  You glanced over to your whiteboard and realized he never had any intentions of talking with you about abstract math.  Was this just a one-time thing, or was he going to come back and ask you out?  Were you boyfriend and girlfriend now?  Or were you just a clueless romantic who thought that sleeping together meant more than it really did?

You rolled over and saw Peter’s phone resting on the bedside table.  He must have set it there when he was stripping quickly while you two had been making out-- or that’s what you were pretty sure the order of events had been, it had all happened so fast…

At that exact moment, the screen lit up with a notification.  You were about to roll back and not look at all, until you got a glimpse of the words.

PHYS 507, row 3, seat 14

You furrowed your brow.  It looked like an alert for an upcoming class, except that this was your class, the one you had with him, and it wasn’t until tomorrow.  No assignments due today, either.  And what was with the row/seat thing?  Peter didn’t sit in the third row… you did.

You picked up the phone just enough to angle it to see the rest of the notification.  It wasn’t a calendar alert; it was a text message.  “PHYS 507, row 3, seat 14” was the contact name.  You could only get a preview of the message…

okay, it’s done isn’t it?  can you please delete those pic….

You were curious, or maybe just concerned.  Was the seat number supposed to be the person texting him?  How were you supposed to keep track of who sat where to know who it was?

It had to be somebody from your row, but it was just you, Jackie, and a bunch of random dudes that Peter had never seemed to have any interaction with.

You assumed you wouldn’t be able to unlock the phone to even try to snoop, which you didn’t want to do anyways, but when you slid your thumb over the screen, you gasped when it opened straight to the conversation.  Who didn’t put a password on their phone?

okay, it’s done isn’t it?  can you please delete those pictures now?  I did what you asked.  I won’t tell anyone.  just send me proof that the photos are gone, please.

You felt a little sick.  You had no idea what this meant but it scared you.  You saw the conversation from before but it didn’t make any sense.  You scrolled back up to try to figure out what they were talking about and gasped when you saw a picture Peter had sent to the contact.

It was Jackie.  But she wasn’t alone.  She was on her knees in the lab room, and you gagged when you realized what she was doing-- or really, who she was doing it to.  

She’d told you she had a casual thing with a new guy but refused to say who it was.  You realized why now.  She was fucking your professor, and you just knew she was doing it to get a better grade.  You had been trying to figure out how she was earning higher marks than you but never seemed to be able to discuss the class material.  It all made sense now, but it wasn’t a comforting feeling.

You scrolled down a bit to see the conversation after the photo, and your blood went cold as you read it.

You saw several more messages but you couldn’t bring yourself to read any of it.  You knew everything you needed to know.

You weren’t sure what inspired you to open his camera roll… of course you wouldn’t find anything comforting there.  But you had to see for yourself.

It was just a list of folders, so many you could keep scrolling for ages.  Each had a label and a thumbnail image.

The thumbnail of Jackie on her knees jumped out first.  PHYS 507, row 3, seat 14.  45 images.

A girl in a lacy bra posing for the camera.  PHYS 509, row 1, seat 8.  12 images.

Two girls making out in a crowded room, holding red solo cups.  ENGL 104, row 12, seat 5.  6 images.

A nude selfie in front of a mirror.  PHIL 108, row 2, seat 2.  14 images.

And then the one that made your heart stop.  It was a picture of you in a bikini, taken by a friend on spring break.  PHYS 507, row 3, seat 13.  1 image.

The second you jumped up, dropping the phone, he was there with your promised glass of water in hand.  

“What’s wrong?” he asked innocently.  Just a second of silence was enough for him to pick up his phone from the floor and realize what had happened with a grin.  “Oh, that,” he sighed, slipping it into his pocket after looking down at it with a sort of loving look, like he was proud of his work.  “I suppose it’s my fault for leaving my phone right there, without a password, knowing I would get a text from Jackie any minute.”

“You wanted me to see it,” you grimaced, “you wanted me to see what you did to my friend.  What you did to all those girls.”

“I didn’t do anything.  They do all the heavy lifting, I just hack them and get pictures of it.  Or, in your friend’s case, I hack them, find out they’re fucking the professor, and follow them to their next rendezvous.”

“You’re fucking sick,” you spat, and he just shrugged.  “You’d better delete those photos of Jackie.”

“I will, don’t worry,” he soothed.  “It’s a shame though, she was pretty prolific.  You, on the other hand, you’re a good girl.  You even had pretty good security, I respect that.  Here’s a tip: your ISP creates the intranet that your wireless webcam uses to connect to your laptop.  It’s password protected, but it defaults to your phone number, and most people never change it.  Including yourself.”

You shivered.  “You watched me with it, didn’t you?”

“Well, I had to since you didn’t have any good photos of yourself.  And you do a decent job of erasing your porn history… but not a perfect job.  You watch some interesting stuff.  And you look so hot with your hand stuffed in your panties, rubbing yourself to whatever nasty shit you’re watching...”

“Shut up,” you demanded, covering your ears, “stop, please.  This is so fucked up.”

He laughed a little.  “You look better in person though.  A webcam could never capture how perfect you look when you come.”

“Please just stop,” you sobbed.

“Stop what?  I’m just telling you the truth.”

“I should’ve listened to my friends.  You’re a freak.”

“Hmm, you seemed to like it before.”

“Just delete those pictures of Jackie… and let me go…” you seethed.

“I will,” he promised.  “But, I need something to make up for the loss of some great spank bank material.”

You felt sick.  But what else was new?

“I need to finally get some good pictures of you.  Come on, isn’t it sad that your folder is so empty?” he pouted, pulling the phone back out from his pocket. “I could ruin a lot of lives with these folders.  Just let me take a few photos and you can spare them all the humiliation.  Nothing I haven’t seen you do before.”

You really really wanted to just deck him, but you knew he could probably release those photos with just one push of a button.  He was prepared.

“Don’t post them,” you pleaded.

“You’ll be good?”

You clenched your jaw.  “I’ll be good,” you answered through your teeth.

“Oh, look at you,” he cooed, “such a sweet girl you are.  Helping out your friend even after she threw you into the lion’s den to protect her secret.”

You hadn’t thought about it that way.  A pit formed in your stomach.

“Now come over here and get on your knees,” he grinned, turning on the camera.    

[twstarchives]

Happy Birthday・Idia

Card: Birthday Attire - SSR Characters: Idia & Yuu. Mentioned: Ortho, Muscle Crimson

Chapter 1

—IGNIHYDE DORM - BIRTHDAY PARTY VENUE—

NRC Campus News Interview with the Birthday Student ~Idia ver.~

Yuu: Happy birthday!

Idia: Huh...? U-Uh, um... Th-Thank... you.

That’s a lovely outfit.

Idia: You think so? This “Yo! I’m a big merry chief!”-looking outfit? Your aesthetic is something I can’t even begin to understand.

It’s fancy, it’s too tight, and it s-stands out.

But worst of all, I’m having people whose names I don’t even know just casually talking to me... Have you ever experienced something so horrifying?

I’m at my limit... Hah... I wanna get this thing off as soon as possible...

Alright, let’s get started with the interview——

Idia: Eee! Y-Y-You said “interview”? With me?

No, no, no, you’re joking...

That’s just way too impossible for a modest guy like me... I have to decline.

...I-I can’t? Y-You’re really stubborn. H-Hold on a second...

          (He switches to speaking from his tablet)

Idia: Okay, I’m good now. L-Let’s get this over with.

How does it feel with everyone sending you birthday wishes?

Idia: ...I-It’s nothing but literal torture to have flocks of normies come up and talk to me...

The idea that every single person wants a huge birthday celebration with lots of people is a complete lie!

Aren’t you happy it’s your birthday?

Idia: It just means my lifespan decreased by a year. What’s there to be happy ab—oh, wait, just kidding! Scratch that.

I’ve got loads of amazing birthday events in my games!

Between collecting limited voice lines and reading all my birthday stories... I’ve been extremely busy since this morning~.

S-So, can I go back to my room now...? No? Okay.

Chapter 2

—IGNIHYDE DORM - BIRTHDAY PARTY VENUE—

Please let me continue with our interview.

Idia: N-No, the things I have to say feel kinda pointless. Haven’t you heard enough already...?

I’d rather not talk to you through a tablet...

Idia: ...Does that mean we can end this faster if we talk face-to-face? Okay then.

          (He discards his tablet)

Thank you. First off, what’s your favorite food?

Idia: ...Candy. They’re good and they’re easy to eat while playing games... It’s perfect.

I-I love educational candy kits the most. The ones where you can add water and mix it, sprinkle powders in it, make it solidify...

The candy itself is like a game, so I get so focused on playing it... Hehe.

I can make the colors and shapes whatever I want, so it’s really fun. And if you think it’s a game for kids, then you’re wrong.

What about your least favorite food?

Idia: ...Raw fish. I-It’s smelly, lukewarm, and the texture feels slimy, slippery, and sticky...

Plus it’s annoying when you can’t eat something without utensils. Getting those out takes so much time. I hate it...

It’s just important to get nutrition into your body, and well-balanced block candy does that fine! Yup, you can’t disagree with me!

Is there a reason you’re always wearing headphones?

Idia: ...O-Oh? So you can ask actually good questions. Obviously, it’s to listen to phenomenal music with the best sound quality.

It’s courtesy to the creators who brought these masterpieces to life to listen to them in HQ.

Oh. The noise canceling function is also very important. ...It lets me shut out the outside world.

What kind of music do you listen to?

Idia: ...I-I stan some idol groups... I love their songs.

The appeal of idols isn’t just their looks~ I wouldn’t stan a group if their songs sucked~

So you like idols? Do you have a favorite group?

Idia: Moirai! Moirai on the Edge! You don’t know them? This is why you’re a normie...

They’re a popular trio of veteran dancers and seasoned vocalists!

Listening to their godly songs makes me start chanting and clapping like I’m at one of their live concerts...

Hehehe!

I-I could show you some of their music if you’re interested... No, I won’t force you if you don’t want to...

Chapter 3

—IGNIHYDE DORM - BIRTHDAY PARTY VENUE—

Please let me continue with our interview just a little longer.

Idia: ...Are you serious? I’ve already been enduring this for so long keeping my tablet away...

H-Hey, can we just end this? I’ve talked enough. What do I even get out of this?

I’m the birthday boy or whatever (lol), but my opinion doesn’t get to be respected...?

I-It’ll be over soon, I promise... Um, tell us about a birthday memory you have.

Idia: Uhh... My parents gave me a lot of games as presents.

Console games, board games, all kinds of things for me to play in my room.

I was always ecstatic when I got them, and Ortho would play them with me.

I always won more than him when we were little. I mean, I am a genius, so what do you expect? Hehe.

But Ortho would get upset about it every time, so I slowly started changing the games we played.

To board games that use things like roulette wheels and dice.

Th-That way, Ortho could still have fun with them without needing to have any technique...

That was nice of you.

Idia: W-Well, it was my birthday... and I’m his big brother...

But it’s not like I can beat Ortho at computer games now!

I have one last question to ask.

Idia: Huh? I-Is it really the last one? I can’t do this anymore...

I promise it is. Has anything happened for your birthday today?

Idia: Um... Th-The second the day changed, I got dozens of birthday messages flying in from my online friends...

Oh, yeah. Muscle Crimson-shi gave me a rare weapon as a present~

Man, I was so touched!

...Hah. I wish everyone would just send me birthday wishes online instead of coming to me face-to-face...

The idea that talking in-person is more significant than online chats and texts is such an outdated point of view...

Extroverts should be aware that making eye contact and laughing puts so much pressure on someone...

           (He switches back to his tablet)

Idia: Speaking of, I’m much more attentive and genuine when I talk through my tablet lolol.

Thank you. Once again, happy birthday!

[bonesandthebees]

Random thoughts and tiny details time!

Tommy is the one who called the servants for an ice pack in the morning. When Puffy asked if he needed an ice pack last chapter he said no even though he really needs one. So if other people did not take care of the bruises for him, Wilbur would just walk around in pain because he either doesn’t have the energy or is too stubborn to admit that he needs help.

Phil looking at the back eye is a parallel to that time he did it in the library and told Wilbur he always bets what he wants. Both times it is a display of possession. This time it is much softer. Also this time Wilbur isn’t scared even if he isn't particularly comfortable. Not for a lack of Phil’s trying. He is slowly getting more and more touchy.

The fact that if Wilbur lost Tommy, he would always feel like he was dying. Tommy is his lighthouse, his guiding light. If he lost that he wouldn’t know what to do with himself. His only purpose would be trying to get it back, but if that isn’t an option... He would still be alive, but he could never truly live again. Meanwhile, without Niki it feels like some part of him is always missing. Without Niki, he has no one who can help him process his thoughts and emotions. He’s functioning at half capacity which means it costs extra energy to achieve the same outcome. So continuing like half of him isn’t missing is draining his energy and making him so exhausted faster than he would if she was there.

Also, I just realised that Phil postponed the negotiations because he has to catch up on other work, yet he still makes the time to talk to Wilbur every day. Can’t really blame him for wanting to keep an eye on Wilbur’s rapidly deteriorating mental state. He’s going to run that conversation through his head a couple of times trying to figure out what caused Wilbur to storm out and how to avoid it.

Also, I want to compliment you again because this conversation has such a nice balance of Wilbur simultaneously getting better and worse. He’s no longer repressing stuff so he’s dealing with things which could avoid a breakdown, but talking about it also hurts and makes him sad and gets him closer to breaking.

-🌲

wilbur is literally SO stubborn yes he wasn't gonna ask for an ice pack and tommy knew that, so he just beat him to the punch (ha) and called for one anyway. stubborn dumbass.

YEAHHH IT'S A PARALLEL things are very different now than they were in the library, so it's an interesting contrast to look back on. their dynamic has shifted so much. before it was a threat from phil, now there's care and concern. and like you pointed out, wilbur's not afraid this time.

I wanted to emphasize with that that both tommy and niki are extremely important to wilbur as a character. tommy is his brother, his family, the kid he practically raised. tommy has essentially been his purpose for his entire life, so without him he literally would cease to function. niki is his best friend, and while he could live without her, he also relies on her for just about everything. so yeah, without her he's functioning way worse than he usually would. so yeah that's why i had to leave her behind on zephys iv lol wilbur would not be doing nearly as bad if niki had come along.

if he's not able to see the stubborn prince he's trying to gain the trust of every day through negotiations, of course he's gotta make time for him in other places. he's definitely trying to check in on wilbur's mental state though. it's obvious to anyone with a pair of eyes that wilbur isn't doing well, and while phil wants wilbur to trust him, he doesn't want to break him. now that it's obvious how unstable wilbur is, he's treading much lighter than he was before

ahhh that's so kind of you to say!! I am trying SO hard to balance wilbur's shifting mental states throughout these chapters. i don't want it to feel like nothing's happening, but i want to show that he's gonna keep swinging back and forth. he's really just not doing well overall but it's not a static thing. it's just new issues popping up for him as time goes on

[cardiophileanonymous]

Short Thorquill Drabble: Clear!

AU where the guardians take one Electro, someone with electric powers similar to Thor. He is an alien race considered gods like asgardians. I know he’s a goofy Spider-Man villain but I couldn’t find many other electric villains in the marvel universe lol so just roll with it.

...

“Ha,” Electro quietly laughed. “A GOD of thunder? You’re barely even a child, let alone a deity!”

Thor was backed up to a corner, well, more of a cliff. Quill looked up, frantically waving his arms to get the attention of the men above him.

“Thor!” His shouts fell on deaf ears as the blonde man was too busy focusing on his opponent to notice. He glanced at a broken statue before him. “Rocket, what are these statues made of?”

Rocket shrugged.

“I dunno, silver maybe? But that doesn’t matter right now!”

Without explaining himself, Quill grabbed a long stick like piece that had broken off.

“Hey asshole!” The villain looked down. “Yeah, I’m talkin’ to you! If you really have such amazing lightning powers, why’ve I never seen you use em?!” He lifted up the long rod as if it was a sword.

Rocket’s jaw dropped in fear. He was pretty sure he had a good idea of what he was planning, and Peter had done far more stupid things in the past. He still whispered to him, determined to say his piece and not let his friend at least know what a suicide mission this was.

“Quill, are you crazy?! Silver is the most conductive metal in existence!”

Instead of backing down, the man stood up straighter.

“At least Thor shows his ‘pathetic’ powers! You haven’t! That’s cuz’ you’re not nearly as good as him!”

Thor shook his head.

“Quill-”

The villain finished his sentence.

“I have no need to prove myself to you or any other mortal!”

Quill shrugged and began to speak in a condescending, taunting manner.

“Then, go ahead! Strike me down, Zeus!” The villain turned his attention back to Thor, but he still looked down in the corner of his eye. The human smiled, a nervous smile from fear. He had to get his attention back quick, else Thor would be toast. “YOU DON’T HAVE THE BALL-”

With that, the villain turned, throwing a full speed lightning bolt at Quill. He jumped up from the electrocution immediately.

“QUILL!”

The call came from both Rocket and Thor. Rocket was almost frozen with fear. Meanwhile, Thor has the opposite reaction, taking his large battle axe and swiping along Electro’s feet with the long handle, causing him to fall on his side.

...

Rocket wasn’t sure what he should be doing, but dammit, he was gonna do his best. He had been trying chest compressions for the past few minutes, but with his smaller size he wasn’t sure if he was getting it done properly. Thor ran up to them.

“Rabbit! Is Quill-”

“I am Groot!”

Rocket lifted his head.

“I’m tryin, alright?! Listen, there’s still a pulse!”

Thor perked up.

“There is?!”

“Yeah but it’s way too slow and irregular! I’m trying to get it back to normal, but…”

Thor suddenly got an idea. He nudged Groot out of the way and kneeled down next to Rocket, in front of Quill.

“I have an idea. I saw something back on Earth. I think I can help.”

He shooed him away and opened up Peter’s jacket before ripping off his shirt. He put his hands on his chest. Rocket couldn’t help but keep butting in through the whole thing.

“Wait, what what? What are you doing?”

Thor gave a clear warning.

“Stand back, Rabbit.”

He didn’t know how much was too much. Or too little for that matter. He focused, putting a small electric surge through Peter’s body. His chest convulsed up involuntarily before lying still again. Rocket jumped up, yapping uncontrollably.

“What are you doing, trying to kill him faster?!”

“What is his pulse now?”

Rocket brought his paw up to Quill’s neck to check. He gave Thor an odd look.

“...better than before.” He quickly started chest compressions again. “But still not good enough. His heart’s all outta whack.”

Thor looked to the side. After a few more moments of chest compressions, he brought his hands back down again.

“Stand back, Rabbit.”

He did a similar shock this time. He tried to amp it up a little bit more, just enough so he wouldn’t hurt him and return his heart to his normal rhythm. The body jumped up before falling again. Rocket monitored Peter’s pulse again before returning to chest compressions.

“Better, but it’s still, irregular, dammit!”

Thor put a hand to Peter’s wrist while Rocket continued on with his attempt at cpr. He wasn’t kidding when he said it was irregular. The odd thumping sent a chill up his spine. Still, it seemed to get slightly better with Rocket continuing to do what he was doing.

“Stand back, Rabbit.”

Thor sent another surge of electricity, raising the power up again this time. But this would be the most powerful he was willing to do. Any more, and he was positive he’d be hurting him far more than helping.

Rocket continued with chest compressions. His heart rate was better, but not by much. Thor was beginning to get worried.

“Stand back, Rabbit.”

Another surge. Quill’s whole body convulsed. Rocket shook his head, frantically pushing his chest at a consistent rate.

“A big lightning bolt did this, why can’t a big lightning bolt put it back?!”

“It doesn’t work like that!”

“I know it doesn’t work like that! But…” Rocket began to get tired. He looked down, scared that Quill would never come to. “...but I wish it did.” He slowed down, and slowly came to a stop, before kneeling down. He looked like he was genuinely going to cry. Thor sighed, recalling all the previous friends he’d seen die in battle. He didn’t want this to be another one of those memories.

“Stand back, Rabbit. I’m going to try this one more time.”

He sent one more surge of electricity, hopeful that this time, Quill would open his eyes. After his body stiffened then returned to a relaxed state, Thor took a keen look at his face. He didn’t move an inch. The god finally looked down in defeat. His eyes turned to Rocket and Groot, who were already partially mourning. They would no doubt carry him back to the ship, and subsequently to a hospital, but the ship wouldn’t be there for another fifteen minutes. By then it’d likely be far too late.

Suddenly, Peter stirred. He groaned a little before sitting up. He looked at everyone.

“What… happened…?”

Rocket started laughing hysterically, something he was doing to stop himself from crying. It was a very sad laugh as a result.

“YOU GOT STRUCK BY LIGHTNING, YOU IDIOT!”

Suddenly, Quill’s memories started coming back to him. That’s right! He had pissed Electro off enough into zapping him. But that was strange, because the shock he got from him seemed like it happened ages ago. And he could’ve sworn he came to a couple times from a different kind of electricity.

“But… I thought I just felt zapping.” He looked down and noticed his clothes. “And what happened to my shirt? Was this all from the electric shock?”

Thor lifted his head up in pride.

“I just used my powers to send a large electric current through your heart!”

Quill looked at him with a confused smile before frowning with an open mouth.

“You WHAT?”

“It’s like a technology they have on Earth. A ‘defibrillator’. It puts your heart back to a ‘normal rhythm’.”

Rocket shrugged.

“I mean, it did do that. Your heart rate was waaay worse before Thor started zappin’ ya.”

Quill was speechless. Of course, the first thing going through his mind was holy shit this idiot could’ve just fried me a million times over right now and I could’ve been long dead, did he even know what he was doing?! But then he looked down at his hands, flexing his fingers. He wasn’t dead. Yeah, he was more than worse for wear, but that’s to be expected of someone who just got struck by powerful electricity. In fact, if Thor hadn’t gotten the idea to use his own hands to revive him, was it possible he could’ve died?

…

Later that night, Thor hung by the bar, laughing and joking with Drax and Rocket, as he usually did. This time, Peter joined them, and waited patiently for when Rocket and Drax decided to leave. He decided that after the other two were gone would finally be the time he’d swallow his pride. He knew he needed to say some sort of thank you. Not because of another crew mate telling him to or because his hand was forced. But out of genuine appreciation.

After Drax had left, Peter made a couple facial expressions at Rocket. The two had known each other well enough at this point that they were capable of having conversations without a single word. He indicated that he wanted to be alone with Thor and Rocket respectfully nodded and left the room. Once it was just the two of them sitting at the bar table, Peter finally cleared his throat.

“Thor.”

The god nodded.

“I guess… I just wanted to say… thank you.”

Thor seemed confused.

“Thank you?”

“Yes. For the whole shocking me, back to life, or whatever.”

“What? I should be thanking you!”

Peter turned his head to the side.

“Huh?”

“Yeah! If it weren’t for you distracting him, I’d have been finished!”

Quill’s confusion quickly turned into pride.

“Yeah…! You’re right!” He laughed, but his pride was shaky, and didn’t stay for long. After being face to face with death, again, now didn’t feel like the time to soak in praise unnecessarily. “...seriously though. Look, I know we don’t really get along, so the fact you saved me is just…” He couldn’t really convey the words, so he just reiterated his original point. “Thank you.”

Thor shrugged.

“Why shouldn’t I have? I feel I have been at your ire for no reason yet you risked your life for me in the first place.”

Quill felt like all his mental functions stopped for a moment as he registered what he was just told.

“Did I?”

“Well, what was that whole display?” Thor chuckled as he raised his bottle in the air, quoting Quill right before he got struck by lightning. “Come on, strike me down, Zeus!” He laughed at the previous sentence. “That line is actually pretty funny, since you turned out alive from this whole ordeal.”

Quill unconsciously started nodding.

“Yeah. I guess that is a funny line.”

He started to ponder, why did he do it? In his eyes, Thor was an annoying, rambunctious barbarian. He was always waiting for the day Thor would get off the ship, a day that never really came. Perhaps it was because he didn’t make a good first impression, maybe it was because he saw him as a rival for leadership. But despite all of that, there was no way in hell he deserved to die, so his heroism probably kicked in before any sort of jealousy or bitterness. Sure, literally asking to get struck by lightning was a less than eloquent way of going about saving him. But it was the best he could come up with in the heat of the moment. He snapped back to reality when Thor handed him a beer.

“How is your heart feeling?”

Peter grabbed the beer and looked him in the eyes, confused.

“Um, normal?”

“Well, what’s your heart rate?”

“Normal, I guess…? Like I don’t feel any different, so-”

Thor rolled his eyes, putting a hand on his wrist without question. After a few seconds, he nodded and smiled.

“It’s normal.”

Peter did his best not to move his hand back out of instinct. Was just randomly grabbing people’s wrists to check on their pulses a common thing among asgardians, or was this man just incredibly weird? Instead of saying anything, he tried his best to laugh it off.

“Well, that’s good.”

He swore he could still feel Thor’s fingers on his pulse long after he finally retracted his hand. It was a strange phantom touch that remained. It annoyed him a little bit, but at the same time, it was oddly… comforting? He took a few sips of his beer as Thor went to bed and he pondered when he ought to do the same.

[serenityseventeen]

♪ The Last Day of Summer With You

Hoshi/Kwon Soonyoung : Dancing in the "Rain"

You and Soonyoung looked at each other, holding two different plants while squatting close to the ground.

It was a way for you two to comfort and encourage each other to continue pulling out dandelion and white clover weeds from your blossoming garden.

As if by the count of three, you and Soonyoung began pulling the plants. The squat was making your legs burn and you continued your attempt at plucking the stubborn dandelion; eventually causing you to fall backward flatly, your bum hitting the grassy floor of your backyard. Laying in your gloved hands were ripped leaves, yellow dandelion flowers, and stems with no roots attached.

Contradicting your failure, you heard a squeal of success from Soonyoung. He had been quiet throughout the entire weeding hour, only talking small bits and complaining. Soonyoung held up the roots of the dandelion while screeching in happiness.

You turned to see him laying down on the grass with the dandelions clutched in his hand, his arm that held the dandelions was raised high, like he was showing the unsupportive sky and burning weather of his achievements.

“God, I thought I would never get one of those mean things out of the ground... I always thought they looked a bit cute but sheesh!!!” Soonyoung shouted, finally letting his hands fall onto the cool green grass. “When can we stop this torturous weeding? I mean, it's the last day of summer, can't we spend today doing something fun, unlike weeding??”

Soonyoung sat up and began to sulk while placing the weeds he yanked into a plastic bag. His legs were spread out in front of him and his fluffy, disheveled hair reminded you of a hamster.

“I want to do something else too,” You replied. “But I'm afraid that when your mother comes to visit next week, the garden would look too unnatural.”

Soonyoung was panting as he crawled over to you, who was still sitting flatly on your bum.

“Aren't you hot?” Soonyoung asked, barely able to open his eyes because of the blinding sunlight. On this awfully hot final day of summer, Soonyoung just wanted to jump inside a pool.

You nodded in response to his question, staring absentmindedly at the dandelions you pulled. “Of course I am hot, the weather is like a lava pit.”

Soonyoung nodded in agreement. “Then why did you have to pick this special day out of all days to pick weeds??”

You turned to him and felt like you wanted to cry, not literally, of course, you were just feeling whiny, so, you threw your head against Soonyoung's shoulder.

“I just wish that rain will fall today...” You mumbled to yourself, loud enough for your boyfriend to overhear the small comment.

You jolted up and stood, placing your hands on your hips. You adjusted your hat and looked down at your boyfriend, who was staring up at you curiously.

“I'll go inside and get some water...” You said, determined for nothing.

You didn't want to pick weeds but the look of the overgrowing dandelions was constantly bugging you like a leech telling you to get rid of it. So, on this blazing ending day of summer, you decided that you couldn't take the messy lawn any longer.

After grabbing two cups of cold water, the moment you stepped outside, you were surprised to see Soonyoung waiting for you. You handed him the cold mug without a word but he didn't drink any, only set it down on the backyard stairs, and took your hand.

“I have something to show you.”

“All of a sudden??” You asked, placing down the cup, swallowing the last of the freezing water as he took you away.

Soonyoung smiled innocently. “I know you'll like it.”

You had no idea what your boyfriend was planning. He took you through the back door of the garage before pressing the front garage door to open. There were creaks and grinding noises as the garage door opened, leading to the driveway.

Then, you began to catch the sound of what seemed like falling rain. You turned around to try and look at the backyard but saw not even a trace of water.

“Look in front,” Soonyoung said while laughing, shyly covering his smile.

“What is this...?” You asked, amazed.

When the door fully opened, you were finally able to see it. The hose had been dragged from the backyard all the way here and you didn't know how, but your boyfriend managed to loop it on something on top of the garage door.

You subconsciously took steps forward, toward the “rain” that you had wished for earlier. Your heart was pounding as you stuck your hand out from under the shelter. Soonyoung did the same while gazing at you with a shy and pure grin.

“Do you like it? You said you wanted it to rain, right?” Soonyoung asked, drawing his hand back under the garage, hiding both of his hands behind his back. He leaned out forward a little bit to see your bright eyes as you looked at what he created for you.

You turned to him and with twinkling eyes, a gleaming, lovable, and dreamy smile, you squeaked, “I absolutely LOVE IT, SOONYOUNG!!!”

You wanted to hug him but instead, you took his hand and dragged him under the falling water drops that came from the hose. Soonyoung had probably chosen “shower” mode. The water coming from the hose was gentle and the drops were large; it felt like a shower, thus its name.

The refreshing feeling of washing away all the hotness was relaxing. You felt amazing under the rain that Soonyoung set up. You felt touched that he heard your soft mumble and then proceeded to give you exactly what you wanted. He deserved the world indeed.

Before you both knew it, you two were jumping around the driveway like little kids, getting soaked in water, splashing the driveway with your feet. You both didn't care whether or not it was dirty water; you both were having fun, smiling brightly, hand in hand, jumping around, have the best time of your lives under the “rain”, and defeating the summer heat.

The sun was shining down, the rays were still bright, illuminating each raindrop, and casting your shadows on the driveway.

You stopped after running short of breath from jumping and playing around so much. Soonyoung's wet hair made him look arousing and made your heartbeat pound faster Your eyesight was slightly blurred because of the continuous falling shower; every time you blinked, water would drop down from your eyelashes.

You called out to your boyfriend to ask if he was feeling refreshed yet but he couldn't hear you. He was in his own world, jumping like a little kid. The sight of him like this made you feel nothing but beatific. Staring at Soonyoung, you felt like he was an angel that descended from the heavens.

“Soonyoung!” You called out again, this time he turned around, his hair dripping wet drops as he turned around to face you.

“Huh?” He asked, still smiling like a child. He looked like he was extremely happy and genuinely having fun.

You didn't even say anything when he replied. You were caught up in his dreamy smile and eyes, along with his pulpous cheeks that you just wanted to squish together.

“Isn't this fun?” Soonyoung asked, leaning in a bit closer to your face.

You looked up at him and continued to grin happily. You went in closer too, thinking he was leaning in for a kiss, but Soonyoung only bumped his head against yours. With your foreheads against each other, he took one of your wet hands into his, tossing his other hand around your waist. Your empty hand instinctively went onto his shoulder.

After realizing what he was trying to do, you giggled softly. He was grinning.

“One, two, three, four, five,” Soonyoung counted as your steps followed each other rhythmically, turning into a graceful ballroom dance under the hose that was spraying a shower of water. “Six, seven, eight, and one, two, three...”

You twirled around, your spin causing water droplets to fly from your hair. Soonyoung watched as you elegantly spun, finding the soaked you utterly gorgeous. Your drenched hair and clothes somehow made you even more charming than you already were.

Snapping him out of his short daze, You asked as you twirled back into the arms of your dear lover, your back against his chest, “Aren't we wasting water? What about the water bills?”

Soonyoung chuckled attractively, his head leaning toward your neck as both of his hands fell onto your hips.

You flipped around to face him, your arms now wrapped around his shoulders. You tilted your head, waiting for his reply.

The corner of Soonyoung's lips lifted into a gentle smirk, as he replied with a somewhat seductive whisper, your foreheads kissing again.

“I won't be surprised if it amounts to over 1,000.”

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© serenityseventeen

a/n: I think this one is also around 1.5k words... The original idea is to dance in the water from sprinklers but I don't know how sprinklers work so I went with a hose with functions(?) lmao. + I got first dose of covid vaccine and I'm okay but my arm is slowly achinh lol + OCTOBER COMEBACK YESHSHHZIXKDF I'm so excited, I wonder what it is + SNAP SHOOT- I don't know what it is but I'm excited for it too

[idnek83]

it's currently 7:18 am cause I woke up in a cold sweat from a dream about gundham going down on kaz after he caught him red handed help

(nsfw)(trans Soda)(afab language)(Breeding kink? A little kind of?)

oh jeez

So I’m thinking they’re roommates and Gundham is supposed to be out for a while, so Soda’s kind of let his guard down cus he’s just excited to be able to watch porn as loud as he wants for once lol

He sets up in the living room of their apartment because he is dumb also wants to watch porn on the big TV screen. So he closes the blinds, finds something that sounds hot, then sits on the couch and sticks his hand in his boxers. He usually goes pretty fast; works two fingers from one hand into his pussy while he uses two from his other hand to rub his clit, but he figures he has this time he can take it slow since Gundham won’t be back for hours (lol)

Anyways, he really takes his time and gets himself really worked up. Teases himself with touches that are just a little too light, a little too slow... He starts getting really turned on and glances at the closed windows before deciding to just take off his boxers completely so he can move his hands freely. He gets a bit of an extra thrill from being so exposed in whats usually a shared space.

When he settles back down on the couch, he takes his time to really watch the video he put on, to imagine how it would feel if he was the guy on screen getting fingered while his co-star smirked up from between his knees, how it would feel if his co-star leaned in to teasingly lick up from his hole, how it would feel when Gundham finally closed his lips around his clit...

Soda’s not really watching the screen anymore. His eyes are unfocused as he pictures Gundham kneeling in front of him. He works himself faster as he thinks about the time he was pretty sure he overheard Gundham cumming, wonders how much sweeter that sound would be right next to his ear, knowing he was the one responsible for making Gundham sound so breathless and needy as he emptied himself into Soda’s cunt...

He doesn’t realize he’s moaning Gundham’s name as he fingers himself faster, doesn’t realize he’s closed his eyes as he feels his orgasm building in his stomach, doesn't realize that extra loud creak he heard wasn’t the bed in the porno but the front door of his apartment opening.

Gundham is not entirely sober, and that plus walking in on his roommate jacking off while moaning his name makes him extremely cocky. He quietly approaches the couch, watches Soda desperately working his fingers faster, listens to the deliciously wet sounds it makes. Soda moans his name again and Gundham just cups his chin and asks “how may I be of service?” with the biggest shit eating grin on his face.

Soda freezes as he stares up into the actual eyes of the man he was just imagining fucking him. He was so fucking close he nearly came just from the shock. Nearly. He doesn’t know what to do. What the fuck are you supposed to do when your roommate catches you finger fucking yourself while moaning their name? He just kind of stares up and stutters, while Gundham grins wide and slowly slides his hand down, over Soda’s clothed chest, his stomach, then stopping just above where Soda’s own fingers are still frozen on his clit.

“I said, how may I be of service, Soda?”

Soda’s brain is just barely functioning, caught between panicking from being caught, being frustrated that he didn’t get to cum, and trying to process the fact that Gundham is offering to fix that. He isn’t certain Gundham isn’t just making fun of him, but he just manages to mumble out “touch me” as he moves his own hands away from his pussy.

Gundham lets his fingers slip down the extra inch or so to Soda’s clit, and Soda can’t help but twitch and gasp at the touch. “Sensitive, aren’t you? Were you close, my dear? About to cum just from the thought of me?” Gundham starts stroking a little faster as Soda swallows and nods. Gundham hums and shifts, moving to kneel between Soda’s legs, and it’s so much hotter than it was the many time Soda had imagined it before.

Gundham runs his fingers up and down Soda’s pussy, parting his folds and getting a good look at his swollen clit and dripping cunt as he does. He licks his lips subconsciously and it makes Soda’s hips twitch. Gundham notices. He smirks up at him. “Tell me what depraved things you imagined.” He slips two fingers into Soda.

Soda moans “This!”

“Just this?”

“N-no...”

“I want to hear all of it.”

And then Gundham pulls out his fingers and licks up from Soda’s hole to his clit, applying a little more pressure as he reaches it.

“T-this too...”

Gundham leans in to kiss Soda’s clit before lightly sucking on it, teasing. “Tell me all the details, dear, and don’t stop talking, I forbid it.” and then he lowers his head and starts to slowly fuck Soda on his thick tongue.

Soda starts quietly talking about how he pictured Gundham just like this, and Gundham brings a hand up to gently circle his clit while he eats him out, applying a little more pressure to reward Soda whenever he gives Gundham more detailed explanations or speaks a little louder.

Pretty soon Soda is babbling away freely, no longer embarrassed thanks to how good he’s feeling, and he’s describing how he pictured Gundham fucking him as he panted and moaned in Soda’s ear. Gundham switches to fingering Soda’s pussy and sucking on his clit, asking Soda to repeat that, to tell him again how badly he wanted Gundham inside him. Soda is getting really close, so he doesn’t even hesitate, begs Gundham to fuck him, tells him how badly he needs his cock. Gundham speeds up and he can feel how close Soda is. Soda’s hardly thinking anymore, he’s so close and all he can think about is how good he feels and he finally lets the last detail of his fantasy slip. He screams as he cums and he tells Gundham how bad he wants him to cum inside him, how bad he wants to feel it filling him up and dripping down his thighs. Gundham is rubbing himself with his free hand at the thought of it, but he keeps pumping his fingers into Soda, keeps sucking at his clit, until Soda stops twitching and finally relaxes back against he couch.

Gundham gives him a moment before getting up and moving to sit beside him.

“Are you alright, dearest?”

Soda nods, still a little spacey. Then he turns to looks at Gundham’s face, glances down at his very obvious erection, then back to his face.

“Have... have you ever thought about me like that?” He doesn’t know where he found the courage to ask.

“Very often.” Soda blushes but kind of grins a little too. Gundham gently grabs his hand and places it over the bulge in his pants. “Would you like to hear the details?”

[touyota]

Catfish

☁ Summary: Tomura is hopeless when it comes to relationships, and soon that’s all subject to change. With the power of Tinder, Touya and one oblivious chick on his side, who knows what can happen. 

A/N: omgggg, i’ve lurked on my priv for the past year and finally decided to stop being a narc and post something. i haven’t written in forever and it shows lmao, but uh yeah pls give me feedback if you’d like. (also idk if this has been. done before, but sorryyy if it has)

☁ Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x fem!Reader

☁ Warnings: Non-con/dub-con, manipulation, dumbfication (if you squint), slapping, yandere, catfishing 

"Fuck I'm horny." 

Tomura groaned into his pillow, conflicted with whether he should be agitated or turned on. Due to his third nap of the day being interrupted by the excessive lewd noises coming from the shared living room. Tomura's roommate, Touya, had no real understanding of boundaries and was often more bothersome than helpful. Still, without his portion of the rent, he'd be on the streets struggling to find an apartment within his meager budget.

"Keep fucking me, Touya-san!" The plea echoed through the thin walls of the shoddy apartment. At least someone was getting laid. The last time Tomura had gotten lucky was at an impromptu Halloween party thrown by Touya at the apartment. 

He went as Jason Vorhees using a dingy hockey mask he found in Touya's closet. The poor girl in question, who came dressed as an angel, was drunk out of her mind. She clung to Tomura's scrawny body incoherently, slurring about "How hot it would be to fuck a murderer." The fling hadn't lasted long before the young lady in question toppled over the side of his bed and hurled her entire cup of jungle juice onto the floor. Poor Tomura had to spend his night nursing her head over the toilet. Making a mental note to tell Touya that he couldn't invite any freshmen to their parties ever again.

Tomura ended up seeing her again in passing on campus, giving a small smile as she walked by. Only to be met with an eye roll as she turned to walk in the opposite direction. Fucking bitch... Other than that, Tomura had found himself too busy writing code, playing video games, and browsing Reddit to dedicate any time to dating. The polar opposite of his roomie Touya-san, a communications major whose schedule consisted of dating? If you considered fucking the same chick for a week before ghosting her dating, sleeping, and eating and drinking Tomura out of a house and home.

"You ready for my load? You're my little cum dump, right? Say you're my cum du-"

Speaking of fucking, Tomura's hard-on was starting to hurt, and what better way to relieve himself than to beat off to the action in the adjacent room. 

He started to palm himself over his sweats, erection already beginning to poke through. Figuring that he's teased himself enough, he lowered his boxers, allowing his cock to slap against his stomach, throbbing and angry. He slowly stroked himself, gathering the pre-cum spouting from the tip, and used it to lube the rest of his cock.

"Pleaseee fuck! I'm your little cum dump! I swear Touya!" 

Tomura started to stroke his cock faster, leaving a squelching noise with each stroke. He was barely managing to suppress his moans. Knowing how Touya wouldn't let him hear the end of it if he got caught fucking his hand to the sounds of their subtle lovemaking. 

"Fuckfuckfuck... I'm cumming!" Touya grunted, giving out after his final stroke.

Tomura followed suit, flicking his wrist with each stroke. As his orgasm finally took hold of him, biting into his shirt to stifle his moan as he came all over his fist. 

"Are you fucking serious, Touya?"

"What?" 

"I didn't get to cum?"

"Um… I'm sure you can take care of that when you get home."

"You're such a piece of sh-"

Tomura tuned out the rest of his roommate's performance. Really hoping he'd wrap it up cause he really needed to take a piss and couldn't make it to the bathroom without passing through the living room. 

After hearing a respectable amount of silence, he figured it was safe to leave the room. Of course, he was wrong; he was met with a staredown between Touya and a petite blonde woman.

"I'm sure your roommate Tenko wouldn't leave a lady hanging like that."

"It's Tomura," he muttered.

"Same fucking thing, my point still stands," The mystery woman huffed. There was a pregnant pause before Touya doubled over in laughter, clutching his chest.

"You think this cuck knows how to take care of a lady? Yeah, it's time to go, Tara."

"It's Toga, you shit stai-"her statement was abruptly interrupted, the door slamming in her face. Touya's back slid down against the door as he sat facing Tomura. 

"Chicks? Am I right?" Touya sighed, peering over at Tomura, who had just left the bathroom. "Speaking of chicks, when's the last time you had sex, Shiggy?"

"It's been... a while." Tomura shrugged, not wanting to indulge his roommate with the details of his sex life.

"Well, we can't have that, can we? Let's make you a Tinder." Touya proudly announced, excited at the prospect of playing matchmaker for his roommate. Tomura reluctantly gave in, knowing once Touya was set on something, it was bound to happen one way or another. 

Two blunts later, Tomura and Touya were strewn over the couch, mulling over his profile's final details. It consisted of three pics, one from the Halloween party, another from their most recent function. The last pic is a selfie of him in a black hoodie with sunglasses on. The icing on top is the bio that unironically stated, "Freak in the sheets, gamer in the streets."

"You're gonna be a real pussy magnet shiggy. Just wait, you'll have to fight the chicks off with a stick after they see this." Touya chuckled as he took another puff of the blunt.

"Go to hell and stop hogging; you didn't put shit in on this anyways," Tomura muttered as he snatched the blunt away to take a pull. Maybe he would find some success, he entertained the concept of having a consistent fuck buddy, but sometimes he was lonely and just wanted someone to lay up with. He wanted to be optimistic about something for once, taking his final pull and ashing the blunt out. The smoky haze and intoxicating scent lulling him to sleep. 

Fuck optimism, Tomura thought. It had been three days with zero matches or messages, and he was starting to think there had to be a glitch in the system. The only time he had seen a match is when he accidentally swiped on Midnight's profile, a famous Only fans content creator who specialized in BDSM. The same Midnight that he happened to be a top donor for and occasionally bought panties from, but that's beside the point. The profile was poorly made with blurry, uncropped pics taken straight from her social media profiles. The lack of detail and legitimacy was apparent. Tomura felt terrible for the poor soul who probably fell for it, but it made him think… 

Why not see how different the response would be if he ran a profile under someone else's guise.  Someone more attractive, someone more affluent, and someone more famous. This was simply a social experiment; no harm would come from it of course. He would simply ghost anyone who wanted to meet, keeping all interactions virtual. Now who could he possibly pretend to be. without getting caught. Tomura's eyes finally settled on an Axe ad playing on tv featuring male model Keigo Takami. Mr. tall, blonde, and handsome would definitely attract the feminine masses.  

Ding ding ding, it was like a bell went off in his head; he had found his new look. He started to scour the internet for any pictures of Hawks that weren't already posted to his socials and be sure to crop any evidence out. A few hours later, Tomura gazed over his final product. He thought it seemed too good to be true; he was sure that anyone with a working brain would know the profile was clearly a catfish. It was too clean, too pristine, and too perfect, but Tomura was tired of the profile's nit-picking details and saved his last changes. It was starting to get dark, and he had to begin his Comp Sci homework soon so he'd have time to play zombies on Call of Duty later. 

Tomura woke to a multitude of buzzes notifying him of the several hundred matches he'd accumulated overnight on his Hawks profile. Apparently, no one had a working brain within the 15-mile radius. The messages were filled with tons of chicks he had seen on campus or in class. He even recognized the one from the Halloween party. He spent his morning smoke break, siphoning through the various contenders.

Too tall.

Too blonde.

Too ugly. 

Until...

He finally stopped scrolling when he reached your profile; he had seen you before in his Major classes. You were a somewhat modest girl, always working to be an overachiever and teacher's pet. You hadn't spoken to him before, only forcing a smile when Tomura was caught staring at you in class. You were talented, beautiful, quiet, and you hadn't encountered Touya yet. You were everything he had wanted, and more. He started to type a message awaiting your response.

Keigo: "What's keeping you up this late, love ;)" 

Tomura thought to keep it casual enough to fit his suave persona.

Y/N: "lol, just sum late night studying keeping me up."

Y/N: "won't lie im very nervous to texting you rn, i'm a big fan 

Keigo: "it's gud knowing i have fans as cute as you ;p"

The conversation seemed to flow from there between you two, texting for almost two weeks strong. Tomura had learned so much about you in a short time, your favorite foods, your favorite color, favorite music, and your dislikes as well. Touya often came by his room to check in on Operation: Get Shiggy Some Pussy, only to be met with a "Fuck off," and yet another door slammed in his face. 

You gushed over how lucky you were to be texting the one and only Keigo Takami. Of course, you were skeptical at first, but what kind of fucked up person would take the time to pretend to be another person? The conversation between you two was great and always kept you on your toes. Still, sometimes days would pass before you received a response; you chalked it to the fact that he was always busy as a celebrity and didn't always have time to respond to you. 

You were currently lying in bed and unable to fall asleep; you peered at your phone to see that it was 2:05 am. You let out a sigh, preparing to stare at your ceiling until you finally fell asleep, only to be interrupted by a chime from your phone. It was a message from Keigo. 

Keigo: you up? ;(

You instantly typed a response, scared that you had done something wrong.

Y/N: yup, what's wrong…?

Keigo: i'm so fucking hard rn baby ;(((

Oh shit, you hadn't prepared yourself for that response; maybe he injured himself at work or-

Keigo: you still there babe? send a pic ;p

You definitely hadn't prepared for that, but who were you to deny him. Keigo could've asked anyone else in the world, but he asked you. Not wanting to leave him waiting, you quickly shucked your shirt off and used your arm to push up your breasts, giving an illusion of the perfect push up bra. You promptly took several pics, taking the time to edit and select the ideal filters to complement your skin tone.

Y/N: 1 image sent

A bubble indicating him typing popped up instantly 

Keigo: 3 images sent

Keigo: fuckkkk babe, ur such a tease

You opened the pics, feeling your panties dampen slightly. It was a cock, well Keigo's cock, fat and engorged, leaking pre-cum against his toned belly. He was mostly well-groomed, but a prominent white tuft of hair appears in the picture, making you wonder if Keigo was actually a natural blonde.

Keigo: 1 video sent

 let me see that pretty pussy baby, 

It was a video of Keigo languidly stroking his cock, how romantic. It was only right for a gorgeous man like Keigo to have a pretty cock to match. What he lacked in girth was definitely made up for in length, complemented with a slight curve that could definitely reach that itch that none of your toys could scratch.  By now, you had ditched your panties and started to slowly start to fuck yourself open with one finger at a time. You started recording and angled the phone against your pillow, trying to capture you desperately fucking yourself on your fingers, letting out a small whimper with each thrust.

Y/N: 1 video sent 

You began to fuck yourself vigorously, dragging the accumulated slick over your clit with slow, circular strokes. You felt your orgasm on the brink, growing more restless and desperate, humping reverently at your fingers, whimpering desperately; you were so close...There was a sudden surge of fluid from your core, incoherent mumbles leaving your mouth as you kept carefully fucked yourself through your climax. The post-orgasm bliss lulling you to sleep, your eyes had finally fluttered shut, only to be awakened by another chime. 

Keigo: 1 image sent 

look @ all that cum baby, its all for you ;)

Y/N: when can we meet? my fingers can only work for so long :p

Read: 2:53 am

Aw man, maybe he fell asleep. You were definitely fighting sleep at this point as well, finally closing your eyes, satisfied for the night. 

Tomura struggled to catch his breath, reaching for his discarded shirt to wipe the sticky cum off of his stomach. That was the third time this month you'd ask about a meeting, and it was frankly starting to piss him off. He'd have to come up with something fast if he wanted to keep you around. Even though he didn't have much of a moral compass left in his body, the feeling of guilt was hard to ignore. You didn't deserve to be roped into his fucked up social experiment… 

A yawn interrupted Tomura's guilty thoughts. He could continue to feel guilty when he wakes up tomorrow.

 The following week your prayers had been answered, Keigo finally agreed to meet! It had been such a bittersweet feeling. What if he thought you looked nothing like your profile pictures? Would he reject you and run the other way, screaming? You tried to push your doubtful feelings down by distracting yourself with running errands. Finding the perfect outfit to wear, getting every inch of your body waxed, and picking up a lacy red lingerie set. 

Upon getting back to your apartment, you found a red bouquet of roses on the doormat. They were clearly store-bought and not of excellent quality… but it's the thought that counts! 

Lots of celebrities were frugal, and of course, Keigo was no different. After further inspection, a small white card with an address and time. You searched the address finding a mid-grade hotel on the outskirts of the city. Keigo was definitely a (cheap) frugal man dedicated to his discretion. Soon realizing that the time on the card was approaching, you quickly ran to shower and primp yourself for the evening. Not even thinking to question how he found your address in the first place...

You had finally arrived at the sketchy hotel, noting that there were little to no cars in the parking lot and noting that none of them looked like they belonged to Keigo. You wandered through the lobby until you finally reached the elevator, tapping the button for the 5th floor. You tried to shake off your pre-meeting jitters, you already knew everything would be fine, but you couldn't shake the feeling of something wrong...

Those intrusive thoughts were soon interrupted by the chime that indicated you had reached your floor. You took a deep breath as you stepped off the elevator, pacing yourself as you walked to your destination. 

Room 555 

How fitting, you thought. Your knuckles rasped against the door several times.

"Come in." A voice sounded through the door.

You peeked your head around the door before taking a step in the room, not being able to locate the owner of the voice. You gasped after taking the appearance of the room. The room had rose petals haphazardly strewn across the floor. Candles flickered on the dresser, a bubble bath was run in the bathroom, and to top it off, a too cheap bottle of champagne on ice. 

There was clearly an effort made, which made your heart swoon, hoping to put a real face to the man you've been speaking to for the past few months, you said out into the empty room.

"Keigo, I like what you've done with the place. You can come out now," you giggled.

"I'm glad you got the flowers," a raspy voice responded.

.......Huh?

Your joy instantly crushed, having heard Keigo's voice multiple times in the interviews you've seen, it sounded nothing like that. Unless he'd suddenly started chain-smoking within the past few months. A loud alarm started going off in your head. It was definitely time to go.

You twirled on your heels and reached for the doorknob, only to be stopped by a hand gripping your upper arm.

"Leaving so soon? The bathwater is still warm…" The mystery voice informed.

"Oh… I think I have the wrong room, so sorry about that." You squeaked, attempting to reach the door again only to be dragged into a bony chest. 

Your chin was tilted, forcing you to meet eyes with "Keigo." Who was actually a porcelain-skinned tower of a man with shaggy white hair that had an oddly familiar look to him? 

"Let me go! You're not Keigo!" You screamed, hoping to alert any other guests on the floor.

"Fucking took you long enough. I thought you were smarter than those other bitches on campus. Tomura balked, struggling to keep you still in his grasp.

Campus. That's where you recognized the face and voice of your captor, you were both in the same Comp Sci class, and you'd often caught him staring as you worked, chalking it up to you having something on your face or in your teeth. The realization caused tears to spurt from your eyes.

"Poor baby, didn't mommy and daddy teach you to not speak to strangers on the internet?"

"I-I thought y-you were K-Keigo," you gasped, struggling to control your sobs. 

"Well, I'm not. Get over it." Tomura slurred, placing sloppy kisses over your collar bone, slowly backing you towards the bed. 

You couldn't bring yourself to move or fight anymore, body stiff with fear. Your sobs increase in volume after feeling your legs make contact with the edge of the bed. You didn't know this man from a can of paint, and here he is about to assault you. 

"Stop crying before I leak those sexy little videos you shared with "Keigo." Imagine if everyone in the class knew how much of an easy slut you are?" Tomura hissed, shoving you unto the stiff mattress, springs squeaking as you bounced. 

You cradled your mouth, struggling to stifle your sobs. Why hadn't you recognized the signs sooner? You spent so much time looking at the situation through rose-colored lenses that you had utterly neglected your safety. But it wasn't the time to feign sympathy for yourself. You needed to take action, and soon—the shaggy haired stranger dragging your motionless body towards the end of the headboard. 

"Wait!" You gasped, hoping that you could possibly reason with your captor.

"What's your name? 

This was your final chance to escape. You suddenly kicked forward, aiming for his face, failing miserably as it was blocked. Both legs were then shoved into a mating press, granting Tomura the space to press himself even closer to you.

A groan left Tomura's mouth, frotting against your clothed mound, smothering your neck with sloppy saliva drenched kisses. You cowered at the feeling, curling away from his advances. The dry humping continued until a final groan of desperation was released. He was too grown for this shit and didn't feel like going home with stained boxers when your sweet heat was right in front of him.

The red bodycon dress you decided on was shredded down the middle, leaving you in your lingerie set. You added that to the list of things you were already regretting, moving to cover yourself the best you could. Your efforts to preserve the crumb of modesty you had left were futile, both hands knocked out of the way.

"You don't have to hide princess, I think Christmas came early.” “You're wrapped so pretty, baby." He chuckled, moving to fondle your breasts. Taking the time to pinch and pull at both nipples, drawing small hesitant gasps. 

"I'll play with these more later. You don't know how long I've waited to play with that cute little pussy in person." You felt your panties tugged to the side, embarrassed with the amount of arousal accumulated below. The feeling was soon replaced with horror after feeling the tip of his cock dragged between your slit.

Tomura used the residual slick to grease his cock, bypassing the need to stretch you out. He pressed forward, forcing himself inside, pausing to catch his breath. Damn... it's been a long time. 

You yelped in pain, closing your eyes in hopes of blocking out the situation at hand. You felt him start to pick up his pace, causing small tinges of pain to course through your body. 

"Mmmm, open your eyes. I want you to watch me fuck you." He gasped, realizing you hadn't complied yet, he landed a firm slap on your cheek. "Not only are you dumb, but you're also deaf too… open. SMACK your. SMACK fucking. SMACK eyes." 

Your eyes shot open, brimming with tears, finding yourself face to face with your captor. His eyes were closed in ecstasy, dainty white lashes framing the lids, traces of dry patches on his face. He wasn't ugly. You'd honestly give him a chance if he asked you out like a decent human being.

His pace had gained traction, hips crashing against yours. You found yourself slowly succumbing to the pleasure, discreetly fucking yourself against him. You wanted to protest and resist against him, but with your inhibitions lowered, you found it hard to comply. Each thrust pulling you further into the abyss that was your impending orgasm. Your lust-filled thoughts being interrupted by the stranger's incoherent mumbling.

"Tomura."

"Huh?" you whimpered, not fully understanding what he said. 

"My name is Tomura."

"Okay and mine i-"

"Shut up and say my name." Tomura's thrusts were sporadic, signaling his impending climax. "Beg me to cum…... please." 

You barely registered the final demand, not recognizing the soft tone of his voice.

"T-tomura, p-please let me cum!" you begged, right on edge needing something, anything to push you over.

Two nimble, callused fingers drew delicate circles over your clit, forcing you to writhe and sob as your orgasm coursed through your body. The feeling that followed was one of warmth as Tomura came, slowing his thrusts until he collapsed, encasing you in his arms.

Your eyes fluttered shut with your post-orgasm haze lulling you to sleep until a wet, sticky substance trickled along your inner thigh... 

What the fuck....

You nearly launched yourself from the bed, fighting to separate yourself from your captor's arms.  

"What is wrong with you?"

"You didn't use a condom," you wailed, tears perched at the corner of your eyes. You didn't have the time for a child, you were doing great in classes, your parents would reject you, you'd be stuck playing house with some stranger and-

"Stop muttering. You're fucking up my nap. I'll buy a Plan B when I wake up." Tomura mumbled into the pillow, dragging you back into his chest.

You continued to fight his grasp, pausing after feeling a firm pinch to your side. Fighting was futile at this point, and you couldn't fully assess the situation until you had some decent sleep. 

Closing your eyes for a few seconds wouldn't hurt…right?

[the-silentium]

5²

Masterlist

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Reader

Words: 2770 words

Warnings: Swearing.

Requested by: @justalittleb1tcrazy​ & Anon

Hi! I love your work, and I have an idea/request if it’s not too much to ask :) i’ve been thinking about a continuation of the 11 Five fic (because I adored it) where the Hargreeves go back to 2019 like s2 and the reader is a part of Sparrow Academy and she’s slightly more edgy personality wise, or something like that lol

Hi! Just finished reading 11 and I sobbed so hard ngl,, would it be alright to ask for a part two?? Maybe it could be about how five goes on after wards, honestly I just need closure :(( it was so good,,,

A/N: Here’s 11 Part 2! Hope you guys like it! @justalittleb1tcrazy​, I already had the part 2 planned in my head, but you weren’t wrong with the Sparrow Academy! (almost) Also, the Sparrow Academy is totally OC, I didn’t go with the comics.

The days following your death were the most exhausting days Five ever lived. Between running around to gather his siblings and trying desperately to find a way back to 2019, losing precious time to sleep wasn’t even an option. He was running on the last bits of adrenaline his body could give him, the determination to find you back in 2019 and apologize profusely while holding onto you for dear life was enough to keep his body functioning for so long. 

When Klaus broke the circle to go fetch the cowboy hat, Five genuinely wondered if the homicidal rage was finally getting to him because the thought of murdering his brother with his bare hands seemed pretty enjoyable at the moment. His patience was running thinner by the seconds and the lack of caffeine in his bloodstream was doing nothing to appease his pulsion. 

As soon as the circle was complete again, the time-traveler visualised the right equations in his mind, warmth radiated through his hands and soon he jumped to the old mansion along with his siblings. 

For a second, Five let himself live the joy of the moment. He finally did it. His dream for the past 45 years was now fulfilled, by his actions the people he loved the most could live in a world where the apocalypse never occurred and will never happen, where they had a real future and where he could live the life he wanted back when he was just a kid in the skin of his now-adult body. 

He dodged Klaus’ open arms and closed his fists to jump to his bedroom, where he knew you were waiting for him to come back from the Icarus Theatre, but the familiar laugh bouncing around in the living room stopped his movement. His heart fluttered in his chest, his desire finally so near. He didn’t lose a second and jumped to the living room, his eyes searching for you excitedly. 

You were seated on the second floor, your legs between the railings slowly swang in the air, your eyes fixated on a book opened in your hands, its words bringing a beautiful smile to your lips. 

He didn’t recon jumping behind you, but next thing he knew, your back was facing him and you perked up at the soft old floor’s whine. 

“Five, you’re back!” The joy in your voice got him to his knees, the relief of finally being able to hold you alive and well in his arms was too much for him to handle. 

On an impulse, Five’s hands reached for your cheeks as you were turning your head to welcome him home, his desperation of the last couple of days showing through the not so delicate kiss he pressed on your lips. 

Stars flashed behind his closed eyelids, not because of the power of the moment like he expected but because of the powerful right hook you managed to land on his temple. Five fell on his ass, stunned, hurt and utterly confused. 

He opened his eyes to see you hurriedly get up from your spot and back away from him. He almost didn’t register the fear in your eyes before you tripped on a nearby bench and fell over. Always quick, Five jumped to your side and caught you before you touched the hard floor. 

“What’s wrong? It’s me, Five!” He asked, his voice laced with worry while his eyes searched your face for any clue of why you attacked him after clearly being happy that he was back. 

“You’re not Five.” You spat with anger. “Let go of me, asshole!” You jiggled in his grip, successfully freeing yourself without much of a fight, your words paralyzing him. It couldn’t be. 

His sibling’s footsteps along with their worried voices echoed around Five but none of their words reached him, his thoughts were way too loud for any sound to break through his mind. 

The answer was obvious. His siblings always managed to fuck up his plans, creating the biggest catastrophes everywhere they went and destroyed everything they touched. They had fucked with the timeline. They had fucked his dream. They had fucked his future. 

Just as Five thought he couldn’t be angrier, a new bunch of people joined your side, one particular brown-haired man wrapping you in his arms from behind and holding you tightly to his chest. The sight of another man holding you made his blood boil in his vein, the feeling reminded him of the deadly phase seven; homicidal rage. If you hadn’t gripped tightly the man’s forearm, Five would have definitely jumped into a fight he was sure to lose but needed beyond reason. 

“Who the hell are these guys?” Klaus’ voice broke the heavy silence of the room. 

The biggest one of the new group turned his head toward his brother and Five already knew what he was going to say. 

“We are the Sparrow Academy. I am Number One.“ 

Five’s eyes were still locked with yours, wishing for this nightmare to end or for you to break out of your act and confess that this was a very elaborate prank like you used to pull on him in your younger years. His salvation never came. 

"Shit.”

Five was surprised his family caught up with the events instead of being clueless as usual. 

Turns out their dad was disappointed enough of them during their meeting in the 60s that he adopted a completely different set of children instead. Five was sure that it wouldn’t hurt that much, knowing his dad replaced him, but it did hurt. A lot. After all he did to save the world, he was replaced like an insignificant object. Oh and to top it all? You fell in love with the current Number Five who can manipulate time as he willed. Out of spite, Five decided to call him Square from now on. 

The lack of sleep mixed with his jealousy was making him very snappy and on edge. When he was trying to stop the apocalypse the first time, you were the only one able to calm him down from his cumulated frustration and anger. You’d take his hand, lay your head on his shoulder and talk to him about anything and everything. 

Maybe it was delusional of him to think that even in another timeline you would remember him if he shared enough time with you. He couldn’t stop thinking that he was the original, the very first Number Five and that you belonged with him and not a pale copy, so he jumped to the kitchen where he knew you were making yourself a drink.

“Hot chocolate.” The sweet scent reached his nostrils and the memory of you showing him how to make it just like you liked played in his mind, stretching his lips into a fond smile. “You never changed.”

“I don’t like what’s bitter.” You shot him a wary look, clearly remembering that he jumped on you earlier. “I thought my Five made it clear, you altered the timeline. Even if another me was with you, I am not yours.” You mixed the hot water with the cocoa mix and turned to get what else you needed to make it perfect. 

You stopped in your tracks when Five showed you the vanilla essence and chocolate chips in his hands.

“Thank you.” You whispered as you took the items from his hands. 

“Happy to know some things never change.” Five stated, following you near the mugs. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw you shoot him a glance when he reached on the shelves for a cup. 

“Do you remember your past and future lives yet?” He questioned as he prepared himself a pot of strong black coffee. 

“H-how do you know?” He was proud that finally your attention was completely on him. “My Five doesn’t even know.” Five tried to ignore the pinch of his heart when you stated that he wasn’t yours. 

“I know a lot about you.” He watched the black liquid fall from the coffee maker into the pot, hoping it would work faster. “Do you remember the 60s?" 

"I remember the French Renaissance, the US colonization and a bunch of other lives but no, I never lived in the 60s.” You frowned, your eyes moving away, surely trying to remember if you really lived in that period. 

“You did, you simply don’t remember it yet. If my theory is right, you won’t remember the 2019 life we had because everything changed in the 60s and erased it. This means that you’ll most likely remember the 60s some time soon and only then you’ll remember our 2019 because it happened back then.” His heartbeat accelerated at the perspective that you’d remember your affection for him and everything would go back to normal. Almost. 

“So you think because I’ll remember my past life I’ll leave my Five for you?” You scoffed. “You’re so frickin’ arrogant.” You grabbed your cup and turned around, preparing yourself to walk away from him. 

“I’m not arrogant!” His frustration exploded. 

“Oh yes you are!" 

"I’m scared!” His voice broke, but he didn’t care. Your furrowed brows relaxed and the insults on your tongue died along with your anger. 

“Why?" 

"I’m scared that I’ve lost forever the person who’s the most important to me. I survived 45 years in the apocalypse for you. I stopped an apocalypse for you. And you don’t even remember me.” At some point tears fell from his eyes, splashing into the cup tightly encased in his hands. “I’m scared I’ll never get to tell you that I love you.” His voice was merely a harsh whisper but you heard it nonetheless. He knew. 

Your footsteps walking away made him close his eyes in agony. Just like the day he found your tortured body lying in a pool of your blood. 

“Stop being an asswad.” You muttered before leaving the room. Five’s cup exploded between his hands, causing shards to cut into his flesh and blood to pool onto the counter. A small smile adorned his lips, a new flame of hope burning into his heart. 

You avoided him like the plague for the next following days, exiting every room he entered and eating outside the manor whenever you could. He found it quite irritating but he knew you needed the time to think. You were starting to remember, he was sure of it by the small glances he received from you everytime you fled to another room. 

He finally got some sleep, his dreams full of the comforting warmth of your arms, sweet words were whispered in his ears while one of your hands lightly combed his hair with your fingers. He desperately wanted to stay asleep, to never leave you again, but life was cruel and he always woke up, the reality hitting him like a brick. You would avoid him, again. He would die inside, again. 

After changing into his newly bought day clothes, Five jumped into the kitchen, his too great need of coffee controlling his actions. He found you seated on the counter next to the freshly brewed coffee pot, a book in hand, a hot chocolate cup in the other. 

“Good morning asswad.” You said without lifting your gaze from your line. 

Five noticed your grip tighten around your book as he made his way toward you. He stopped centimeters away from your knees, his gaze transfixed onto your evading eyes. He patiently waited for you to meet his gaze before bidding you good morning. 

Your breath caught in your throat when he leaned forward, his arm outstretched to grab a cup on the shelve behind you. Maybe today wouldn’t be as bad as the others. 

He poured himself a cup full to the brim and carefully took a first gulp of his liquid addiction. He sighed at the taste, strong and bitter, just as he liked. 

“So I do remember it right.” You closed your book and put it at your side on the counter. Your eyes lifted to meet his, causing Five to almost drop his cup at your tired expression. “What am I supposed to do now?” You sighed and rubbed your face with your free hand. 

Five’s stress level skyrocketed. He knew what you were referring to. You were torn apart between living your present or allowing your past feelings to guide who you are now. He had wished the choice would have been obvious, that you would choose him without an ounce of doubt, but you were struggling. 

“My feelings for you were so strong that I feel them now a-and they confuse me so much. I never felt that for-” You stopped yourself but Five knew what you meant. You never loved Square that hard and he was glad. “But what we had was in the past and what I have with him is real.” Tears gattered in your eyes just as panic flowed through Five’s mind. 

“What we had was real! It’s still real now! You feel it and I sure as hell still feel it!” He put down his cup and softly placed his hands on your knees, desperation to prove his point showing in his eyes. 

“I’m just being overwhelmed by my past.” You shook your head as tears fell down your cheeks. 

“No you’re not. You’re panicking because you remembered me and fell in love with me through your memories. I’m the same man and you are the same woman and you know it!" 

A sob passed your lips and Five reached for your waist to pull you into a comforting hug. Before his fingers even touched your form, you disappeared. Stunned, he turned around to find you into Square’s arms, his angry eyes shooting daggers at Five. 

"Stay away from her.” He growled before disappearing with you. 

Five kicked the nearest chair, pissed off by the time manipulator. He could not fight with someone capable of slowing, quickening or even stopping time. He had to put his last hope in you.

Square stayed at your sides for the next two days. Five saw how his constant presence was getting on your nerves, you needed time alone and he was denying you that out of jealousy. 

Five was scribbling into his notebook when you walked up to him, definitely pissed off. Your hands were closed into tight fists and you huffed as you let yourself fall onto the couch next to him. You lifted your feet onto the cushion and hugged your knees. 

He wanted to reach out for you so much, although it was clear that you needed your space. He waited for you to start the conversation, apprehension eating at him. 

“They say ‘You can’t just give up on someone because the situation is not ideal. Great relationships aren’t great because they have no problems. They’re great because both people care enough about the other person to find a way to make it work.’” You took a deep breath before turning your head to meet his eyes. “I want to make us work. Like we always did." 

Five’s heart stopped. Not in agony this time, but in relief. Happiness overwhelmed his senses and quickly, he reached for you to pull you against his chest and keep you close while tears fell from his eyes as the stress lifted from his shoulder. Your arms snaked their way around his waist and for a moment, he let himself melt under your touch that he needed for so long now. 

"I love you.” He whispered the words he so desperately wanted to tell you in the 60s. 

“I love you too.” You snuggled deeper into his neck, your hot breath on his skin giving him goosebumps. “Thank you." 

"For what?” He frowned, genuinely wondering why you were thanking him. 

“You stopped the apocalypse, Five. You gave so much to save the world.” You pulled away, smiling at him brightly. “Thank you." 

Five realised that he was never thanked before for anything he had done for anyone. His composure melted and more tears ran down his face, the very first acknowledgement of his actions and sacrifices hitting him right in the feels. 

"I’d do it all again for you.” He replied with a broken voice, his throat constricted and tears drowning him. 

You pulled him into your chest after letting your feet fall on the floor, where he cried out of relief that you were still with him and out of exhaustion of everything he went through so that he could ensure that you and his family were safe.

[sidewalk-scrawls]

OKAY so I don’t like to do New Year’s resolutions per se, but I do find this a good time to reflect and set some general goals for the coming year. I typically just write them down (and I’ll be doing that, too), but I figured it might be nice to try posting them this year.

Finish the interactive fiction game I’ve been working on This one is not entirely within my control since I’m working with an editor, but I would love to have this completed and in my portfolio. I can make much faster progress on this if I set aside some time to work on it regularly, so that is what I will be doing.

Launch a Kickstarter for another game I’ve been working on I’ve been working on this with an artist friend for awhile, but I’ve been very, very slow at putting together the demo because again, I am not working on it regularly lol. So again, the primary goal here is to set aside some time to work on this more regularly.

Get back into writing original fiction This overlaps a bit with the other two (I’m the writer for both games), but I miss writing long-form fiction in general. I’m not aiming to like... complete a book this year or anything, but I really would like to start another project.

Play and write music It’s been a year-- my guitar is tucked away and my keyboard is literally dusty. I adore writing music, and I’m a sucker for romantic era music for piano (even though it never sounds as good on a keyboard). I want to set aside more time to just... make music.

Take better care of myself I don’t fully know what this will look like yet. I know that my mental health has been underground for the majority of 2021. I’d like to start eating better and exercising again because my brain works better when I do. I also would like to correct my sleep schedule and build some kind of routine in my life because that ALSO helps me. As does making things and working on creative projects. I don’t know, I always struggle with taking on too much at once and abruptly dropping all of it, so I’m working on a way to incorporate this slowly. I’m thinking I’ll start with exercise-- Ring Fit Adventure makes my brain produce so much dopamine. 

So yeah... 2021 was a rough one, and my list of goals for 2022 is pretty bulky. I’ll be breaking these up until smaller tasks for myself obviously, but I think this is a nice initial summary. (Side note: This sort of planning is one of the things bullet journaling is AMAZING for. Seriously, I would never get anything done without it. So if anyone’s curious, I’d be happy to talk about it! I’m a purely functional journaler.)

ANYWAY, here’s hoping 2022 is a good brain year!!

[jjpmoans]

painting your galaxy | ijb [M]

w.c : 1.7k+

warnings : soft smut, love-making, really, not heavy smut. It’s a first for me too.

a/n : A continuation from the previous painting the galaxy, the fic for @fairygyeom‘s birthday. I wanted to make part 2 of it which has sexual contents so people can choose not to read this one instead of merging both of it together. Also i am glad that @jj-nyoung​ helped me by beta-reading, i laughed at how much grammatical errors were there. Hope yall enjoy reading this! My first ever soft smut.

Your back hits the cold duvet and you shiver just as Jaebeom places you carefully on the bed. He follows, caging your frame with his own as he drops kisses all over your face and presses his lips onto your skin. How you managed to come home safely is questionable, judging by the way Jaebeom had his mind clouded with sexual thoughts all the way home.

You are surprised that he can still function well.

A kiss on your neck, followed by a tongue lapping at a particular jugular vein had your mind back to the man on top of you. His hand wanders aimlessly, trying to feel every crook of you as though he doesn’t have enough. His calloused hand finds your hip, pressing it down to keep you staying still.

Your hand finds his hair, tugging at the black locks after he mouthed your clothed breast and made your nipple harden under the layer of clothes. The sex tonight feels different, far from your usual adventure. By now Jaebeom is supposed to be ripping you out of your clothes because as much as the man is patient with you, he is not in bed.

“Jaebeom.” You manage to squeak a word when he pops the button of your jeans, slipping his hot hand under the tight material. His touches burn you, more than anything when it slides just across your sex and slips further, cupping your now- probably- drenched core.

Jaebeom is still lapping at your skin, he had your shirt bunched slightly higher than your chest. Your breasts however, are spilling out of your bra, courtesy of the impatient Jaebeom, whose open mouth is devouring your now abused skin. “God, princess.” 

“Your nipples are so hard.” He drags a tongue across your taut bud and hollows his cheeks to suck, the pressure stimulating your bundle of nerves and sending shivers to your spine. The blunt tip of your nail scratches his scalp in return, wanting him to stop foreplaying and enter you instantly.

“Jaebeommie.” You whine, making him stop in his track. “Please, inside me. Please?”

Begging should do it. He should bend his will for you, as this is your birthday. He ought to grant you whatever you want.

“Take off your clothes, princess.” At that you shoot up, tugging the materials off you harshly and throwing it aimlessly to the floor. Where they’ll land, you’ll think about it later.

Jaebeom, however, is amused at how fast you comply, even stripping down to nothing in just a few seconds. He never saw you being so needy, but not that he is complaining. Instead he shreds down his own clothes, leaving it as a heap of bundled clothes on the floor.

“So..needy.” he lets his hand graze your thigh, leaving goosebumps in his wake. You know he’s trying to delay it; he wants to take his time. As much as he is impatient, he can also be the most patient person when it comes to sex. “Aren’t you so needy tonight?”

You nod, not even trying to deny it. You are needy, you’ve been excited since you made out while stargazing. It is still an amusement that he didn’t take you right then and there because honestly, he looks like he can.

“Please Jaebeom. Inside me.”

He hums, the pad of his thumb finally finding your throbbing clitoris. One swipe and you jolt as an immediate reaction to his touch. You have learnt that your body is absolutely sensitive to touch when you’re horny, you seem to buckle every time Jaebeom plays with either your nipples or your clitoris. Either way, you have no complaints.

In no time, Jaebeom has you a moaning mess, only by rubbing the pad of his thumb over and over your clit. He keeps his eyes on you, watching you slowly falling apart under his touch.

“So beautiful.” He switches his hand, one hand rubbing and the other slipping a finger inside you, making you throw your head behind. One is not enough. One is just a child play for Jaebeom. “More?”

One becomes two, two becomes three. Tears are forming at the corner of your eyes because of how full you’re feeling down there. Jaebeom just keeps pumping his fingers in and out, repeatedly pressing the spot that makes you cry louder each time.

Jaebeom has a thing watching you becoming a mess for him. To him it feels like an achievement, watching his girl cumming only from his fingers.

“My beautiful princess.” Head thrown and sweat trickling all over your body, you feel like you’re burning. A particular hard thrust though, sends you into a firework of white vision, your legs cramping and your core throbbing violently, clamping on Jaebeom’s fingers. It’s extremely tight but somehow Jaebeom manages to still pump you through the orgasm while swiftly rubbing your clit to calm you down. “Wanna make you cum like this, every day.”

He stands, shredding one last piece of his clothes, hard on springing up to show how hard it has been for him. Slowly he crawls, effectively caging you again while his length rubs your thigh. You feel it twitch upon bumping into some goose bumps that have been painting your skin for a while now.

Jaebeom, being the lover he is, cradles your head after he positions his bulbous head at your entrance.

“Tonight, princess.” You feel him slowly entering you, inch by inch of his hard length penetrates your core. “I’m going to make you feel good.”

Halfway, probably, you don’t know anymore, you sob at the sensation of fullness brought by his dick. He stills, knowing how incredibly tight you can be after your first orgasm. Then when you nod, he reaches for your fingers and locks them together before pushing more of him inside you.

In return, you lol your head to the side, holding your intertwined hands as a support.

“You’re extremely tight, princess.” He catches his breath, a pained look painting his face when you accidentally squeeze him. “Shit.”

“Move.” You said. “Please.”

Jaebeom wastes no time pulling back and slams into you with the intensity of a mad man, right to your pleasure spot. Your mouth forms an ‘o’, clouded by his delicious thrust. You want every day to be your birthday.

He chuckles, pushing your hands up above your head. “I can make love to you like this every day, princess.”

You blush, realising that you unknowingly voiced your thoughts out.

“Tell me how you feel.” Jaebeom’s length, thick and full inside you, keeps plowing in and out without giving you time to think. You wanted to laugh, as if you needed time to think, really. “Does it feel full, baby?”

You nod hurriedly, afraid that he pulls a stunt if you don’t answer instantly. “So big, Jaebeom.”

He laughs, agreeing with what you’ve muttered. “Harder?”

Again you nod, wanting him to break you. “Make love to me, Jae..”

You get a moan as a response and if you squint really hard, you can feel his member twitching inside you. In return, Jaebeom stills and drops his head to your shoulder, obviously affected by your words.

“Say that again.” He pleads.

You, knowing there is no harm saying it again, thread his hair and press a kiss to his lips. “Make love to me, Jae. Make me feel good.”

At that he picks up his speed, which started as a mere push but is now gradually turning harder. At one point your legs are folded and Jaebeom is practically drilling his length into you in full force.

Jaebeom’s hands are everywhere, all over your body, determined to make you cum again.

“So pretty. So so pretty.” He repeats like a mantra, one hand pinching your taut bud. “Feels good, right princess?”

Your mind is everywhere. Each time your walls clench around Jaebeom’s length, a wave of emotion hits you and you’re sent to the clouds. Each thrust is hard and short but manages to hit that spot repeatedly. 

“Yes.” your voice comes out like croak, thanks to the whimpers you’ve been making every time Jaebeom plunges inside you. “Yes, Jaebeom. Yes.”

“Do you know,” Jaebeom’s pained voice alerts you, though you don’t think he’s in pain but he manages to catch your attention which is now actually everywhere. “You’re so unbelievably tight but your juices, fuck, your juices help me move faster.”

An embarrassing moan escapes you and makes you hide your face, you wanted to die from Jaebeom’s crudeness. “Shut up, Jaebeom.”

Giggles, moans and whimpers fill the love-making alternately, accompanied by Jaebeom’s labored breath and the slapping of his hip with yours. Just as you think you are safe, Jaebeom cradles your head again, reaching for your lips and tasting you. 

“I love you.” despite his softness, his pace is wilding, now every thrust is aimed to make you feel stars. Your vision slowly turns blurry, back arched and hands gripping the sheet intensely. “I love you.”

Jaebeom knows that you’re close, your velvety walls are clamping on him therefore he mouths your neck, licking the jenture between your neck and your shoulder.

“Let it go, baby.” he whispers, triggering the sensation you’ve been seeking from the start. In a split second you struggle to lock your eyes with him, involuntarily tipping your head back and finally, you reach the ecstasy zone, blunt nails digging into Jaebeom’s shoulders for support. “Good girl. Such a good girl for me.”

You sob, your lower region contracts violently despite Jaebeom still thrusting into you to help you ride out your high and to reach his. Your mind is filled with his praises until you feel another euphoria, the sensation of his cum filling you up completely until you feel bloated. 

Jaebeom rests half of his upper body on you, his hands still caging you while he takes his breath. It was a mind-blowing sex, a different one from all of your adventures. 

“I love you.” he says, dropping a kiss on your forehead before groaning out loud after you squeeze his buried length. You giggle in return when he narrows his eyes on you. “You’re turned on because I said I love you?”

He laughs again, nosing your cheeks and drops another kiss. “Well now I know why you’re always ready for me.”

“Oh my god!” you gasp loudly and whack his arm. Trust Jaebeom to be the crudest. “Jaebeom!”

Copyright © 2020 jjpmoans. All rights reserved

[ Writings ]

[itsclydebitches]

Whats the appeal of WOW? Every time I try to play any MMO it quickly feels like a second job and busywork. I can see the fun if you have a group of friends, but I can't imagine doing daily quest and all that just for yourself.

That’s definitely a tough question and you’ll no doubt get different answers from different people. When we talk about the appeal of video games we often talk about flow: the state of complete immersion achieved when you know what you need to do, have the skill to achieve that goal, yet are still being challenged by the game itself, resulting in an almost loss of consciousness where time passes without you realizing. Flow is that excellent feeling when you’re so into the game that three hours pass in the blink of an eye. The best games have a balance between microflow (short, intense interactions) and macroflow (the game adapting to the player’s skill level in order to consistently allow microflow to exist), but both, at their core, work to avoid boredom. And repetitive tasks are boring... right? 

Ignoring for a moment that repetitive tasks can be engaging for a lot of people (I personally like the satisfaction of “busywork,” something I can achieve without having to have my mind 100% on. Because let’s face it, I don’t want every game to be Riven or Hollow Knight. Sometimes you need a mental break lol), we also have the other addictive element of gaming: reward systems. Perhaps the task itself isn’t the most enthralling, but the reward you get for it is great. More importantly, games like WoW have an incredibly complex tiered system of rewards that feel really satisfying because you’re slowly building towards something epic. Sure, killing 15 of this mob each day isn’t inherently the most exciting thing, but when you do that you get a bit of anima. Get enough anima and you can update your covenant. Update your covenant to participate in this event. Participate in the event to hopefully get some of these resources (gambling). Use the resources to level up your trade skills. Use your trade skills to make a better piece of armor. Use the armor to - finally - enter the latest raid and get something even better. It’s an intricate web of rewards that makes doing “boring” tasks enticing. It’s even more complicated when you chuck in additional rewards like reputation and gold. Each task provides a variety of ways that you’re forwarding your character, meaning that you get a whole lot for a little effort. 

Which alone probably wouldn’t be enough to sustain WoW’s popularity. After all, most mobile games have the most simplistic of busywork (tap the screen) with even faster rewards, but we usually drop them within a few minutes. WoW works because it’s the reward system on top of a lot of other game elements: 

The skill needed to complete daily tasks (it’s not always as easy as we’d assume. “You’re just clicking buttons” misses aspects like how to play your class, or how to manage different kinds of mobs/the area around other players. As a hunter, I am VERY familiar with the intense hatred that comes if you’re not deemed “good enough.”) 

Daily tasks functioning as mini games (match things, fly through hoops, answer riddles, etc. Things that we already enjoy, just set into another game.) 

Daily tasks (can) forward the main storyline, so you do them in part to find out what happens to the characters you’ve grown attached to (I am LOVING this expansion’s story and crossing my fingers we get a Revendreth novel). 

Getting to read the additional story elements attached to each quest (NPC characterizations, history of the zone you’re in, funny references, etc. I’d happily do a thousand more tasks with the Maldraxxus dude who thinks I’m his apprentice.)

The unpredictability of other player interaction. 

WoW’s daily/questing/reward system is already massive enough to keep people engaged for a variety of reasons, but it’s also, notably, not a single player game. If doing stuff with friends is a crucial part of enjoying a game for you, WoW offers that in spades. I know players who pretty much only engage in PvP battles. Players who most enjoy being part of a guild. Players who run quest or dungeon groups. Even if you’re not doing something that strictly forces player interaction, you still get it in a lot of cool ways. I was chatting with a girl last night as we helped each other with a world quest. A few weeks back my battleground turned into an AMAZING two hour turtle and the whole party was making jokes about our new blood bond. I was laughing just an hour ago at someone calling out a rare and 7 other people responding “omw,” then dragging one another for being predictable. I’m not going to pretend that WoW is all sunshine and roses - it’s easily the most toxic game community I’ve ever been in - but it can be very social and when those social aspects are good, they’re good. 

So it’s a lot of fun to run something like Torghast with people, all of us suffering together. It’s also fun to challenge myself and see if I can complete a run solo. One of the great parts about MMO’s is the sheer variety they have. You can do those daily tasks... or collect battle pets, work on trade skills, PvP, earn gold to buy that cool mount, talk to other players, go hunt treasure, try to figure this riddle out, earn achievements, slowly take over the auction house... it’s like a whole life. Which, yes, means that like real life you may have “chores” that you “have” to do in order to receive a certain reward, but it’s usually something you’re willing to do because you want what comes later/the task itself is engaging for any number of reasons (skill, story, mystery, etc. There are world quests I adore doing each day because they’re just plain fun). Or, you can simply not do it. It may not be the “correct” way to play the game, but WoW is an open world with an insane number of things to do in it. If you want to ignore the daily quests and just fish non-stop, no one can stop you. It’s only like a job if you force it to be one. Which, admittedly, is an easy mindset to fall into. Sometimes I find myself going, “Ugh I hate this quest I don’t want to do it!” and then I remember oh, right, I don’t have to lol. Let’s wait until tomorrow when there are different quests and go work on this achievement instead. 

A lot of WoW’s flow is long-term. You still get those intense moments - like PvP and raiding - but the immersion largely comes from investing in this character of an extended period. Me? I’ve played the same character for nearly thirteen years. Not to be, you know, weird about it, but she’s absolutely a part of my identity now. Whether you’re focused on a main or bouncing between alts, it’s a long haul sort of enjoyment. That means you may not enjoy every second of your play time, but you enjoy the overall experience of building this person into the type of character you want them to be. I absolutely lose hours to WoW not because every task is 100% enthralling, but because where you’re taking your character has satisfaction and pride attached to it. “One more task and then I’ll have achieved ____” is really addicting, both for yourself and for bragging rights with your friends ;) 

[starship-squidlet]

New Music: Act 4, Scene 4

Chapter summary: Things escalate at school for the band.

Word count: 2,639

Disclaimer: Preface

Tag list: @the-cowbi @i-am-a-wizard @xbanner-carriedx @celestial-rose-sky (let me know if you’d like to be added to/removed from the tag list!)

Links: Spotify playlist, YouTube playlist, ‘Anything Goes’ on YouTube

A/N: Not going to lie, I love this chapter! Anything Goes is a favorite song of mine, and is also the last song I ever performed (fun fact about Jack: she used to be able to sing in public lol) and I was super excited to be able to use it for New Music! I hope you all love it as much as I do, as we head into the final arc of this story.

Previous chapter: Act 4, Scene 3

Next chapter: Act 4, Scene 5

Jack yawned and rubbed his eyes. Their show the night before had gone late, and getting up for school in the morning had proven… difficult. But he had hauled himself out of bed, and was now trudging along with Race as Cora, Elaine, and Albert chattered cheerfully a few feet ahead of them.

“How are they so awake?” Race groaned, nearly tripping over his own feet as he shuffled along the pavement.

“Witchcraft,” Jack mumbled.

“Keep up, Racer,” Albert grinned, glancing back at them over his shoulder.

“Yeah, don’t want to be late to Pulitzer’s assembly,” Elaine snorted.

Both Jack and Racetrack groaned. “I forgot about that,” Race grumbled.

“Did they even say what it was about?” said Jack.

“No, just that we were supposed to check in with our homeroom teachers outside the gym and that homeroom and first period were cancelled,” said Elaine.

At the school’s property line, as they had become accustomed to, they split off into two separate groups. Normally, they would have met up with some of the others near the property line and split up with them, based on who was going to which class, but today they stuck in the groups they’d walked in—Elaine and Cora with Albert, and Jack with Race. They saw some of the others as they went: Spot and JoJo with JoJo’s sister Cami; Elmer with his older brother and younger sister, walking with Davey and Sarah Jacobs; Henry and Boots with Specs; Mike and Ike and their older and younger brothers. Alan, Bill, Darcey, and Katherine joined Jack and Race as they headed for the gym, then Alan ran ahead to scare Elaine, who chased him down the sidewalk to the school door and vanished into the crowd. Cora joined Davey with his little group of Elmer and siblings, along with Cami de la Guerra. Finch and Mush came from the parking lot, with Tommy and Crutchie a few feet behind them.

Inside the gym, Jack looked around for his friends. They were hard to find, spotted in their little groups of two and three. Finch and Mush joined Elaine and Alan near the front of the bleachers; Jack and Race followed Katherine, Bill, and Darcey into the same row, using Alan, Bill, and Darcey as a sort of buffer between their two groups. Cora, Davey, and Elmer sat with Sarah, Walter, Annia, and Cami a bit to their right and a few rows further up. Spot and JoJo took seats in the front row, and Blink joined them a few moments later. Henry, Boots, and Specs were on the far side of the room; Mike, Ike and their brothers were two rows down and against the wall to their left. Crutchie and Tommy sat in the front row with Smalls, near the door where it would be easier for Crutchie to get out at the end of the assembly without being trampled by the inevitable crowd. On the other side of the gym—there were bleachers on both sides, and they’d all been set up to accommodate the entire student body for the assembly, although it was still a tight squeeze—Jack could see Oscar and Morris Delancey, sitting almost exactly across from him and Race, making faces and sneering at them.

“Do you think they realize how stupid they look?” Katherine leaned over to whisper to Jack.

He snorted. “Who knows what’s goin’ through those thick skulls of theirs.”

As the last students found their seats, Seitz and Bunsen closed the doors to the gym. Something pricked at the back of Jack’s neck; if the Delanceys hadn’t been visible across from him, he would’ve guessed that it was the niggling feeling of them staring holes into the back of his head, but, since he could see that their attention had turned to Crutchie and Tommy instead of him and Race, he didn’t think that they were the source. Jack did a quick look around. Everyone seemed okay. What is this? he wondered. Why do I have such a bad feeling about this?

Katherine nudged his arm. “Hey. You okay?”

He smiled. “Yeah. Just tired.”

The gym fell silent as Pulitzer strode across the waxed floor. There was a single microphone set up on a small platform in the middle of the huge room. He walked up to it, stepped up to the microphone, and tapped it, almost like he was trying to quiet the already silent student body. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he said into the mic, the phrase echoing around the room, bouncing off the tin ceiling and wooden floor. Every eye in the room turned to the principal.

Pulitzer looked pleased with himself. He cleared his throat and leaned a little closer to the microphone. “Ladies and gentlemen; students of the World. I’m sure you’re wondering why I’ve called this assembly today.”

“Don’t really care,” Race muttered.

“It has come to my attention that there has been a petition circulating around the school,” said Pulitzer.

Every member of the band, their friends, and Alan, Bill, Darcey, and Katherine froze. Jack felt his heart leap up into his throat, Katherine squeezed his hand. He could hear Race’s breathing get faster next to him.

“I want to make it clear to every person in this room that actions of that sort are not going to be tolerated in this school,” Pulitzer’s voice rang out, sounding vaguely tinny to Jack. “Under no circumstances will Jack Kelly and the Newsies be performing on school grounds, or at any school function. Nor, in fact, will any similar bands that boast such vulgar-sounding ‘music’ be welcome in these spaces.”

Jack heard Elaine hiss “Alan” from further down the bench, and then, before Pulitzer could continue, a new voice was ringing out through the gym.

“Why?” Alan called. His voice was loud and clear, ringing out to echo just like Pulitzer’s had.

Pulitzer zeroed in on Alan. Jack and Race shrank away, trying to make themselves as small as possible. On Alan’s other side, Elaine looked like she wanted to melt into the floor as she, Mush, and Finch also tried to make themselves disappear. “And you are?” Pulitzer said drily.

“Alan O’Dell.”

Jack was pretty sure he saw Pulitzer’s face twist in disdain at the name.

“My sister’s a member of the Newsies,” Alan explained. “I’ve been to a ton of their shows. Their music is really good. I guess I just don’t understand why they’ve been banned the way they are. It seems unfair, and based entirely on your own, personal, opinions and bias. The Newsies are an extremely popular band, and that’s not just a coincidence. They’re good, and the petition clearly indicates that your student body enjoys their shows and would like to be able to have music they enjoy at their end-of-year dance.”

“Mr. O’Dell, am I to take it that you were responsible for the petition that has led to this assembly?” Pulitzer stuck his thumbs in his vest pocket and rocked back on his heels. He now looked thoroughly pleased with himself.

“Actually, no,” said Alan, crossing his arms over his chest, “but I wish that I had”—

“We started it.”

Every eye in the room shot from Alan O’Dell to Walter Kasprzak and Sarah Jacobs, on their feet and mirroring Alan’s posture. Turning back to look at Pulitzer’s reaction, Jack noticed that Theo and Conrad Duncan—Mike and Ike’s older and younger brothers—were also on their feet. Beside Katherine, Bill and Darcey slowly stood up, and Cami and Annia stood next to Sarah. Jack noticed the teachers around the edge of the room scribbling notes and the sinking feeling in his stomach got worse.

Students around them were whispering furiously at this turn of events. Jack glanced back and saw Davey and Elmer beaming proudly up at their respective siblings. Cora looked a little more like a cornered cat, but still seemed happily surprised by everything going on around her.

“My name is Walter Kasprzak,” Walter said. “My little brother Elmer is one of the Newsies. I’m really proud of him and his friends and everythin’ they’ve done. Their music is amazin’, and I thought they at least deserved the chance to play prom, rather than just bein’ rejected out of hand.”

“And I agreed with him,” said Sarah. “My brother Davey’s in the band too. If other school bands are considered for the dance, there’s no reason that the Newsies shouldn’t be just because the music they play is newer. Like Walt said, the music they play is enjoyable. People our age like it. We want to listen to it. It’s great to dance to. So, we talked it over, and we wanted to do what we could to at least get them considered for the prom.”

“That’s why we came up with the petition,” Theo said. “To give our brothers—‘cause I’ve got two in the band to be proud of—a chance to show their stuff and get the recognition they deserve. If you look over the petition, you’ll find that it’s divided by class, and you’ll notice that there are just as many signatures from the ninth and tenth grade classes as there are from the eleventh and twelfth grade classes. That means that it’s pretty clear: even students who have no vested interest in prom since they won’t be attendin’ it are interested in havin’ the Newsies play it. They think that the band deserves the chance, because they like them and their music.”

“Just because a thing is popular does not mean that it is good or appropriate,” said Pulitzer, almost laughing behind the words. “The music that the Newsies play is wild and unrestrained. If we give into that sort of attitude”—

Before he could finish, Katherine had shot up to her feet and stepped up onto the bench where she’d been sitting. She flung her arms out, threw her head back, and belted: “Times have changed! And we’ve often rewound the clock since the Puritans got a shock”—

“When they landed on Plymouth rock!” Crutchie jumped up and interrupted her to finish the line. They grinned at each other across the gym, then turned to face Pulitzer.

“If today any shock you should try to stem,” Mike popped up like a rabbit, Ike right behind him.

“‘Stead of landing on Plymouth rock,” sang Ike, then the twins slung their arms over each other’s shoulders and belted in unison:

“Plymouth rock should land on them!”

“In olden days, a glimpse of stocking was looked on as something shocking,” sang Elaine, climbing up onto her seat so that she stood even with Alan.

—“But now, God knows! Anything goes!” Cora hopped up to finish the line. Elaine turned around and they grinned at each other, before turning to glare at Pulitzer.

“Good authors too, who once knew better words,” Davey gave in and stood between Cora and his sister.

“Now only use four-letter words writing prose!” Race popped up, not to be undone by his younger sister. “Anything goes!”

“The world has gone mad today

And good's bad today,

And black's white today,

And day's night today,

When most guys today

That women prize today

Are just silly gigolos!”

Finch was next: “And though I’m not a great romancer, I know that I’m bound to answer when you propose”—

“Anything goes!” sang Mush, standing up next to him.

“When Grandmama whose age is eighty,” Romeo was the next one up, climbing up onto his seat to belt, ever-so-slightly off key, “In nightclubs is getting matey with gigolos!”

“Anything goes!” Elmer shouted.

“When mothers pack and leave poor father because they’ve decided they’d rather be tennis pros,” sang Specs.

“Anything goes!” they all cried before launching into the next chorus:

“If driving fast cars you like,

If low bars you like,

If old hymns you like,

If bare limbs you like,

If Mae West you like

Or me undressed you like,

Why, nobody will oppose!”

“When every night the set that’s smart is intruding on nudist parties in studios!” Blink was next, to his friends’ surprise, given that they’d never heard him sing before.

“Anything goes!” Tommy shrugged and stood up next to Crutchie, who nudged him with his elbow and grinned.

“The world has gone mad today

And good's bad today,

And black's white today,

And day's night today,

When most guys today

That women prize today

Are just silly gigolos!”

Boots and Henry took the next chorus together, the others joining in as it went. Then, JoJo stood for the next line: “And though I’m not a great romancer”—

“I know that I’m bound to answer when you propose!” Spot was on his feet next to JoJo almost instantly, another almost unheard voice from among the band members.

“Anything goes!” Smalls popped up next to Tommy, grinning wickedly.

“If saying your prayers you like,

If green pears you like

If old chairs you like,

If back stairs you like,

If love affairs you like

With young bears you like,

Why nobody will oppose!”

Jack sighed and shook his head. He didn’t like where this was going, but he wasn’t about to abandon his friends again. He stood up to sing the last chorus with his friends. They were no longer the only ones singing; not only had the others who had stood with them—like Sarah, Theo, Bill, and Darcey— started singing as well, but many of the students seated around them had joined in. Even the Delancey twins seemed caught up in the moment, although they weren’t singing. Jack was pretty sure if he ever saw Morris and Oscar Delancey sing he would spontaneously combust.

“And though I’m not a great romancer,

I know that I’m bound to answer when you propose!

Anything goes!”

As the last line died away, almost as if they had rehearsed it, every member of the Newsies filled their lungs with air and shouted as loud as they could, one last time: “Anything goes!”

The gym slowly fell silent again. A few students tried to start a round of applause, but that quickly died out. Pulitzer simply waited for silence to fall and attention to return to him. Once it had, he spoke: “All members of the Newsies, as well as any of you who stood in response to the petition, please take your seats and stay in them. We do know who all of you are, so if you attempt to leave, you will still be punished. All other students are dismissed.”

Jack sat down, a lump in his throat and his hands trembling. That’s what I was afraid of. They sat as still as possible as the rest of the student body filed out. A few whispered encouragement as they passed, but most seemed too afraid of Pulitzer’s retribution to do or say much.

Once the gym had emptied of the other students and teachers, Seitz and Bunsen once again closed the doors, and Pulitzer stepped down from the platform. He accepted a piece of paper from Seitz, who gave an almost apologetic glance to the teenagers before moving aside.

“Sarah Jacobs, Walter Kasprzak, Annia Kasprzak, Theodore Duncan, Conrad Duncan, Camilla Carlotta de la Guerra, William Hearst Jr., Darcey Reid, Alan O’Dell, Katherine Pulitzer,” he read from the sheet of paper. “You are all suspended through the rest of the week. The rest of you,” he looked up, and an evil smile crept over his face, “are expelled. You may collect your belongings from your lockers, and then must leave school property. Once you have left, you may not return to school property for any reason. Officers will escort you in pairs to your lockers. Once they have escorted you out of the school building, you must leave the property. Those of you who are only suspended must leave immediately.”

[world-of-socks]

Chapter 3- Honey, You’ve Got a Big Storm Coming.

Note: I promise white’s chapter will be coming at some point but her chapters will be secondary to blue and yellows. Anyway, I actually finished another chapter and I’m proud of myself. Oh and just a heads up: if there are grammar or spelling mistakes that’s all my fault lol. Hope you guys enjoy the next chapter!!

(Idea from: @steven-universe-au-prompts )

Yellow could only sit with her thoughts for so long. Once everyone had presumably been asleep for at least an hour, she sat up and discreetly began working on her homeworld reports. She didn’t get much done, however, in fear of being caught she was paranoidly looking up at every small sound. Her eyes would dart to every cot and then to the shadow on the tent opening and then back to the cots and then back to the shadow, over and over until she felt safe. She needed this to work, she would stay for a week, train with them, learn their tactics, learn their plans, and take them down from the inside. It was going to be easy.

It would have been easier to feel safe if she hadn’t had to have this form. She didn’t like it much, it was too small compared to the one she was used to. She had to keep it though, she had to keep up the appearance of a Yellow Tourmaline, she had to fit in.

The sun was coming up, but barely, it was still going to be dark for a while, she observed. She decided it was best to put away her work now and to lie down on her cot. Her eyes wouldn’t close, she didn’t want any surprise attacks. As she sat there she listened closely to the sound of the birds, annoying creatures, the sound of the frogs, also annoying, and the sound of her fellow generals twisting in their slumber. Eventually she heard one move more than the others, she sat up slightly so as to get a better look.

Peach had sat up and held a strange stick that appeared to be smoking. Yellow just assumed it was a piece of human culture that the other had picked up. The pinkish-orange general sat there, despondent, her eye focussed in a place Yellow couldn’t see or understand. It took a moment but eventually the sapphire had realized that Yellow tourmaline was studying her.

She simply gave her a frown and a nod of acknowledgement and went back to staring off into nothing. Yellow turned away and watched as the other generals begin to wake up as well. The emerald, Bear, got up first. She slipped on her boots, tied them, and walked to the front of the tent. She whispered something to Cat’s Eye who appeared to nod and then they left. Bear walked back inside and gently woke up the rest of the generals.

“Time to get up, everyone.” she stated, in an official voice that wasn’t quite a whisper but wasn’t shouting either.

Black opal stretched and sat up on her large cot, come to think of it Yellow hadn’t realized how differently each cot was sized to match its inhabitant. There was no uniformity in this place, how did it even function?

She watched as Opal did some strange movement with her hands in Bear’s direction.

“Yeah, Bismuth’s already down at the forges, she told me last night that she was going to start early.” Bear responded as if Opal had said something, as she spoke she too made weird hand movements, but less confidently, it appeared.

Opal moved her hands again.

“She thought it might be busier today, she also thought that she was a little behind.” Bear responded yet again with the same quality of hand movements.

Yellow didn’t understand what she just witnessed. Was this some secret code, did the fusion have mind reading abilities. She hoped not, but she quickly washed that thought out of her mind when she realized if the opal could read her mind, she would have been shattered already.

Bear frowned, “C’mon everyone, I’m serious we need to be up, now.” her voice was stern, but still unfamiliarly kind.

“I’m up, I’m up.” Ame groaned, stretching, her eyes still half closed, “Jazz. Jazz, get up ya sleepy head.”

Ame poked the large heap beside her in an attempt to wake up the large gem. It only sort of worked. The gem stretched and then was still again.

“Jazz.” Ame barked, now awake, “You great oaf, get up.”

The gem slowly got up, rubbing her eyes, and tiredly got to her feet.

“C’mon, let’s go.” Bear motioned for the rest of the generals to follow her.

They all pushed back the fabric flap of the tent and stepped into the crisp morning air, it was still dark.

“Where are we going?” Yellow murmured, mostly to herself.

“The training grounds.” Ame replied, “We have to get up earlier so we can get to our training. We spend the rest of our day training everyone else, planning, and doing whatever else we can.”

Ame laughed to herself, “It’s an honorable thing, being a general. It ain’t easy though. We have to work harder than anyone else, we have to set an example for every single one of our soldiers.”

Yellow simply nodded and turned away as they walked up a hill, eventually stopping on the large flat surface. The blue white tiles beneath their feet were still being laid in. This was a new base, a new camp.

The group followed Bear to the weapons rack and each of the generals took a weapon. Yellow simply stayed behind, not sure of the routine.

“General’s must be masters of all weapons.” Bear announced, “We train with a new one each morning, we train with our preferred weapon each night when we are finished with the day’s work. What’s your preferred weapon, Yellow?”

“I-...” she trailed off, she had never really wielded weapons before, her powers alone were a weapon, “I don’t know.”

“You don’t?” Peach raised her eyebrow.

“I’m not sure… I-... I’ve always admired the sword.” she walked dreamily to the weapons rack.

A huge broadsword that was almost as tall as she was caught her eye. She lifted it from the rack, it was heavy, but it felt balanced in her hands.

“I think… I think I prefer the sword.” she stammered, quite enamored with the weapon.

“Great.” Peach replied, fed up with the morning, “Now pick a different one ‘cause we’re about to train.”

Yellow bristled, but attempted to keep her calm. She set down the broadsword and picked up a bow. She huffed, her eyes on the ground, she could tell they were looking at her, she joined the group.

“Opal, will you kindly let loose the holo duelists.” Bear said, still doing the strange hand signals.

Black opal nodded and summoned a holographic duelist for each general. Peach was duelling with a ball and chain, Ame a set of dual long blades, Jazz an axe, Bear a set of daggers, and Opal with a strange whip-like blade that hissed through the air like a hot knife through butter.

Yellow faced her holographic opponent, a bow in hand, this was a weapon meant for distance combat, she wasn’t sure how to fight with it in close distance range. Her combatant wielded a spear, also a more of a long distance weapon. Yellow’s eyes darted from corner to corner of the area, a few spires were being built in the corners, maybe if she just…

She took off with lightning speed for one of the spires, her opponent chasing her.

“Running away all ready, ey?” Ame laughed, still viciously fighting her holographic rival, “Aww did you do this to make choosing yer nickname easier.”

Yellow just ran faster to make up for her frustration. She quickly climbed up the tower and made sure she was stable. She drew back the bow, lined up her shot, and…

Clang! Clitter ...clatter...tap.

The arrow hit the tile and clattered to a stop.

She had missed.

She cursed in ancient gem and lined up another shot, the hologram was aiming their spear.

Swish.

Another miss.

She was incredibly frustrated now, she struggled through her anger to try and get off another shot, but the arrow clattered to the ground. She could feel their eyes on her.

The hologram threw its spear. She dodged, it scraped her shoulder.

Yellow hurled herself at the hologram with a frustrated scream. She landed on its shoulders, she reached through its back and ripped out the fake gem. The hologram stumbled backwards evaporating as it went, she crushed the fake gem in her hand, panting. She kicked the glitching dust the holo-soldier left behind and walked briskly away in frustration.

The other generals had poofed their holograms within a few moments, and watched in horror as Yellow tourmaline viciously shattered her opponent. There was a moment when they just looked at eachother, they knew they would have work to do… but this was different. She was pretty far gone in the old gem ways.

“Yellow, wait!” Bear called, “Get back here, General! That’s an order.”

Yellow didn’t stop, there was no hesitation, she didn’t even turn her head. She just stormed away, head full of only frustration.

Bear shot a desperate look at Peach who’s horror had faded from her eye and an empty sarcasm was all that was left. She turned back to look at Ame and found that a shame and fear was still left in her face.

“I-... I pushed ‘er too hard…” she breathed, “Did- did I do this?”

“No… not really.” Jazz replied, “She’s just… she needs some time. We’ve all been there, right, it’s just… different.”

“I-... I’m gonna go talk to ‘er. I need to sort this out.” Ame ran off.

…………

Yellow ran down towards the tent, the only other place she knew. She saw their faces, but she didn’t understand why they looked that way. She did what she was instructed. But she hadn’t. She hadn’t used the bow right, she couldn’t do it, she failed. She looked pathetic and idiotic. What a clod. She ran faster, her face scrunching up.

She pushed through the tent, three unwanted tears scrolled down her cheeks, but she allowed no more to escape. She would show no weakness. She already made a fool of herself, she didn’t need this too.

“AARRRAUGH!!!” she screamed in frustration.

The room smelled like a summer storm, her arm crackled as she aimed a punch into her cot. She blinked. She had to calm herself, she could ruin the entire mission if she wasn’t careful.

The tent fabric was pulled back, a blue light was let through, the morning was still dark, but it was getting lighter.

“‘Ey, Yellow… are ya alright?” Ame stepped into the tent.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” she sniffed, unable to look her fellow general in the eye.

Ame strode over and sat next to her on the cot. Yellow tensed, not used to being this close to another gem. Ame noticed and slid down the cot, sitting a little further away.

“I didn’t mean to push ya like that.” Ame sighed.

There was no response.

“Look, I- I get it. I was like you once. I wanted to prove myself, but everything was so new, ya know. What am I saying….” Ame trailed off.

“I just wanted to say that you have nothing to prove, we all havta start somewhere.” Ame looked at Yellow, “But I need ya to start by putting the idea of shatterin’ behind ya. We don’t do that here. And you can be angry, we all are at times, but there’s no need to storm off like that.”

Yellow just gave a shaky huff in return.

“If ya need some time I’ll give it to ya, but-... but we expect you back on that hill to continue training.” Ame stood up and moved towards the exit.

“Ya got me?” Ame asked right before leaving.

There was no response. Yellow sat there, more slumped over than anyone had ever seen her. She stared into the floor. She refused to respond. She wouldn’t give in. She was too frustrated, too angry, but most of all she was right. She knew she was, she had to be.

Ame left the tent. She climbed back up the hill to her fellow generals, defeated. They looked at her, all asking a silent question. Ame shook her head.

Peach blew a smoke ring, “From what I can foresee, I can safely say, it’s gonna be a long week.”

[astrologers-cloud-club]

-zodiac females-

Aries: She bent over her lap to brush off the invisible dust on her black, stiletto heels, with a sigh. “You don’t look very excited, don’t you?”, I say with a chuckle. She rolled her eyes, getting up from the couch and struggled to walk towards the door, mumbling curses underneath her breath. “Let’s just go already. If we leave sooner, we’ll get the hell out of there so much faster”, she turned to look at me with visible annoyance in her big, bright eyes. I loved how every time she was forced to do something she clearly didn’t enjoy, she would have these flames in her pupils, setting everything around her on fire. Bet she wanted that to happen. “Nah. I’m not going. I was thinking of driving towards the riverside and have a picnic there”, I say as I get up to walk out of the house. She furrowed and followed me outside, arms crossed over her chest. “What did you just say? You’re going to have a picnic in the middle of nowhere, at midnight, instead of going to the annual dance party?” I nodded, waitng to see what her next reaction would be. She seemed hestant at first but in a few seconds, she threw away her heels and, barefoot, ran towards my car, screaming “Sign me up, bitch!”

Taurus: “Don’t be cliché”, she giggled as I wiped away the ice cream which stained her upper lip. I smiled and shrugged, observing how her cheeks would flush red as her gaze left mine. “I’m just trying to be nice”, I say and she rolled her eyes with a scoff. “Then be nice in a more un cliché way, dummy!” I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned back on the wood bench. “Oh, and how would that look like?”, I ask and watch as she grins proudly. Next thing I know, her entire ice cream smashes against my cheek, right before she gets up from the bench and starts running around the park, screaming and laughing until tears roll down from her big, beautiful eyes. Once I was finally able to catch her, she blushed and hid her face in the material of my blouse. “I have to admit, that was certainly unexpected, miss anti cliché”, I laughed as she slowly kicked my chest with her small, fragile fist. “You should learn some skills from me, mister romance”. Accepting her challenge, we spent the rest of the afternoon creating popcorn jewellery and dancing with the pigeons. That kind of ridiculous stuff you only do with those you love dearly.

Gemini: I approached the crowd of people gathered in a wide circle, around a small source of attention, covered in bright, vibrant clothes. Cutting through the loud laughs, I could hear a soft sound of what seemed to be an ukulele, played awkwardly by the person in the midde of the sea of people. That’s when I saw her. She was dressed in baggy, colorful clothes which were brushing the school floor and she was singing some awfully bad lyrics about protecting the environment, in order to live happy, colorful and healthy lives. Sometimes she would stop, annoyed and scream “Oh shut up, Addie, you’re such a bitch, of course you don’t want to protect the environment”. Everyone was laughing so hard and her confident smile slowly started to turn upside down. I had to do something about this, so I jumped next to her and placed a hot pink, cowboy hat on the top of my head as she almost dropped the ukulele, shocked. “What are you doing?”, she whispered on an aggressive tone. “Helping you. I want to protect the environment, unlike Addie”, I give the croud a wide smile before shouting some more awful lyrics. “But-but why?” “Because I love you, stupid”. She couldn’t help but blush and smile, shyly. I guess she loved me too.

Cancer: “My horoscope is terrible. Again”, she scoffed and let herself fall back on to the bed. I giggled and went to sit next to her, watching as she would bite her nails, bored. Every evening we would meet up at each other’s place and hang out for hours, doing nothing at all. That’s what friends do. “What does it make it so terrible?”, I asked, wanting to make conversation, not that I particularly cared or knew a lot about astrology. “It said that my romantic interest won’t confess. Anytime soon, actually. And I just hope and hope and hope. Every single day”, she turned to look at me and as soon as her eyes met mine, I saw how her pupils were dilating. A wave of adrenaline washed over my whole body, disappointment, frustration and even a little bit of jealousy and protectiveness piling over my trembling heart. Her romantic interest. I choked and pretended to laugh, just to hide away my shock. “Hah, what a loser. Someone better punch him to wake the hell out of him. So stupid”, I struggled to not blabber too much and was surprised when she got up to come closer to my body. “Hmm, not a bad idea”. After that, her fist hit my cheek with such a power it almost knocked me out of reality. “You really are a loser. And I am too, for loving you”

Leo: She was moving her head slowly, in the rythm of the song playing at the radio, humming slowly underneath her breath. The window was slightly cracked and the wind was blowing her hair out of her angelic face, reavealing some of the most beautiful features I have ever seen in my entire life. It was distracting to drive with her next to me, especially since she was this beautiful. “You know, most people aren’t this carefree when they find themselves in a police car, just after they were caught doing something illegal”, I say and she started to laugh almost immediately. “Most people are no fun. And clearly not me”, she brushed her hair with her slender fingers, turning her head towards me, with confidence. “Plus, I did nothing bad. It wasn’t me who stole those jewellery”, she added calmly. “We’ll see about that”, I mumble and she chuckles. “You haven’t really changed since middle school. Still the small control freak, hestiant and always looking forward to only do what’s fair and good”. I rolled my eyes annoyed. “Well, you haven’t quite changed either. Still the same crazy tornade with two functional legs”, she laughed extremely loud and this time, I didn’t hesitate to join her. It was nice to see her again, despite of the circumstances.

Virgo: She pushed the curtains of the dressing room open, to reveal her silhouette which was adorned with the most breathtakingly beautiful black dress I have ever seen. She leaned towards her friend to whisper something in her ear and then chuckled, turning her head in my direction. Once she noticed I was sitting there with my arms crossed over my chest, leaning against the wall, her smile dropped and mine grew wider. “Huh, bad boy is shopping for prom clothes with his girlfriend?”, she said on an ironic tone and I gave myself the permission to giggle. “Actually, your friend told me you would be here and I, the fashion master of the school, decided to join you two and give you a helping hand”. She rolled her eyes and took a step back, into the cabin of the dressing room. “I don’t need your help. I mean, have you seen your clothes? Awful, lol” she closed the curtains again, visibly mad. I just laughed and thought she is adorable.

Libra: “No, no, no”, she was whispering underneath her breath while swiping left on Tinder. I scratched my nose, trying to see who she was swiping right but it was quite hard because her fingers were moving extremely fast on the screen. “I’ll never understand why you are using this app”, I said and she giggled. “Because I’m TOO single. I want some spice in my life”. “And Tinder is the way to do that? They’re literally strangers to you”, I say on an aggressive tone but I don’t think she noticed that because she was still smiling. “Would rather make out with a stranger than with my ex”, she showed me her middle finger and continued to swipe. “Auch”, I roll my eyes, frustrated because I still liked her. A lot.

Scorpio: It was a friday night when we first met and now it’s a friday night when we lose ourselves into the essence of adventure. She climbed the stairs towards the roof of the building we got into after tricking the guards and giggled mischievously while sitting down on the cold, hard pavement. “We really did this, didn’t we?” I smiled back at her with enthusiasm. “Break into an exclusive building full of snobs after not paying for our taxi ride? I think we did, yeah”. She smirked and pulled me closer to her body, pointing the stars with her index finger. “I know it was reckless but...” she started but her smile suddenly vanished and now she only seemed to be vulnerable. I intertwined my fingers with hers, encouraging her to talk further. “But for the first time in my life I had enough courage to follow the map of my desires. I followed the stars. I trusted it would be fine”, she sighed before pushing herself away from me. Concerned, I tried to approach her but she held her hands up as a sign of warning to not make any more steps towards her. “And that’s why I can’t afford to stay close to you anymore. Because you are the only one who has the power to make me vulnerable. The only one I have true feelings for and I am not down to suffer because of love. Love isn’t for me. It never was.”

Sagittarius: She threw the ball far away, watching how her dog was running to desperately catch it. “Nice throw”, I say while taking off the collar around my dog’s neck. She smiled sweetly and turned to analyse my foreign presence. “I used to play baseball with the boys when I was younger”, she shrugged. A chuckle left my throat as I watched how both of our dogs started to run together around the park. “So you’re a sports girl, huh?” I looked in her big, beautiful eyes. She was stunning. But she was a stranger. Yet, there was something so warm and welcoming about her. “Not to brag but let’s say that if you would challenge me to play any kind of sport, I would beat the hell out of you, stranger”, we laughed together and never in my life I wanted to lose at a sport more than now.

Capricorn: The shop was quiet and empty. Her arms were crossed over the desk, the classic green uniform of the cashier hanging loose on her shoulders. “Ok so I have an idea”, she mumbled, writing something down on her notebook. “Yeah, me too. You quit this job and search for another one”, I roll my eyes in sync with her. “It’s not that simple. Where would I go after that? What kind of job would hire me as a part time worker and also pay me enough money so I can still go to college?” A sigh left my lips in frustration. She was right about that. “So, what was the idea?”, she clapped her hands excitedly. “I take a second job at the theatre”. The world stopped for a slight second but then I got up from my chair and started shaking my head, completely disagreeing with her idea. “It’s going to be too much. No. You’re coming with me and that’s final”. She rose her eyebrow, confused. I started to explain how my family had a successful business and that they’re hiring new people. I work there too. She said she can’t accept this but at my insistations, she finally asked “Why do you want to help me so badly?” “You don’t even know how much you mean to me.”

Aquarius: I watched her as she was brushing her soft hair, with such gentle moves you could swear she was dancing in the rythm of the storm outside the window. She looked calm this time. Like nothing could bother her because she was surrounded by peace and beauty. At least until something DID actually bother her. On the nightstand next to her, her phone started to ring. She immediately threw away the brush and picked up the phone, whispering something into it that I couldn’t possibly understand. She looked angry, however. “Who was that?”, I asked as her eyes lifted to meet mine. “No one”, she answered confidently. I lifted a brow and she sighed, unlocking her phone to show me the screen. In big, black,bold letters there was written “No one” under a telephone number that I couldn’t recognise. I was shocked. “Then how did you added me to your contact list?”, I couldn’t help my curiosity. “None of your business”. And literally, she added me under that name. After that, we found ourselves laughing so hard on the hardwood floor until God knows when. She’s a genius and that’s when I realised how much I could possibly love her.

Pisces: “Get out of my way”, she yelled with her small fists clenched. I shook my head and tried to touch her arm but she screamed again and took a step back, falling on the bed with hot tears running down her cheeks. It broke my heart to see her like this. But it was all my fault. I carefully sat down next to her and, to my astonishment, she gave me the permission to touch her shoulder, in a comforting manner. “Please, listen to me”, I whispered, feeling how tears are starting to sting my eyes as well. “I’m done listening to you”, her beautiful eyes met mine, red because of how much she has been crying. I could see her suffering crystal clear. I’m such an idiot. “I love you so much and I always will but this time is different. This time, despite my feelings for you, I will leave and I will be happy. Without you. I am capable of moving forward. Alone. I am strong, ok? Regardless of what you think of me”, she suddenly cupped my face with her small hands and gave me a long, passionate kiss before getting up and running out the door. That’s the last time I saw her and I think about that moment every single day of my life. I hope she does too, because I can’t forget her.

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Christmas Prompt

Day 6 of 12 Days of Fictmas hosted by @leelee10898 with the song Let it Snow.

(Colt x MC*Ellie Smith) A Ride or Die Fan Fiction

A/N @desiree-0816 asked for a Christmas fic for this pair and she knows my feelings about Ellie's dad, LOL. A tad angsty but I think Colt more than makes up for it. I'm also sorry for lack of keep reading function. I'm still out of town and forgot to pack my laptop.

Masterlist

The Snowglobe

Dec. 2nd...

Colt gripped the steering wheel as he sped down the road. He tried to control his temper, but this was Ellie. He had little control over his anger when he heard that particular hitch in her speech.

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A phone call earlier...

"I'm...I'm fine Colt. Dad came by." Ellie took a shaky breath. "He, uh, he doesn't feel ready to be around me since you and I are still together. He brought some more of my things by and we had...words. Then he--" a sob broke through. "He broke my snowglobe."

Her heartbroken voice alone had him deciding to leave the garage under Ximena's management.

"Ellie needs me." He said in a rush as he grabbed a set of keys.

"I got this, boss." Ximena assured him. "Go do what you got to do."

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Now...

Colt knelt down beside Ellie as tears silently streamed down her cheeks. She carefully picked up the larger pieces of shattered glass and broken snowman family of three.

"My mom bought this one Christmas for me. I thought it was made for me because there were three snowmen, just like my family." She explained. Her face scrunched as tears fell faster. "Dad knew how much this meant to me. It was the last sweet memory I had of my mom before she--" Ellie broke into sobs.

Silently cursing her father to suffer for every tear she cried over him, Colt reached over and pulled her into his arms. He sat against the wall of their studio apartment and gently rubbed her back. He pressed a tender kiss to the top of her head once she was all cried out.

Ellie sighed and remained in his comforting embrace. "I know it's stupid to be so broken up about a snowglobe, but--"

"It's not." Colt interrupted. "I don't care if it was from your mom or not, you loved it and your dad was an asshole for breaking it. Trust me, I understand all about fathers breaking the things that mean the most."

Ellie sniffed and curled up against his chest. "I'll be okay." She tilted her head back and softly kissed him. "I guess I hoped since you and I are engaged now that Dad would find a way to let go of the past."

Colt tried to be positive for her sake. "He'll come around." He doubted it, but he would say anything to make her happy at the moment. He couldn't stand to see her cry.

"Yeah, I hope so." She mumbled.

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Dec. 23rd...

"I think that's everything." Colt said, shutting the trunk to a jeep he had recently borrowed.

"I thought we were spending Christmas in our place." Ellie folded her arms and leaned against the passenger side door.

"We were, but then I thought we deserved something special." He sauntered over and placed his hands on her hips, pressing close against her. His lips found hers before dipping low along her neck. "Imagine me and you alone in a snowy cabin. We can lay in front of a crackling fire. Keep each other warm." His hands cupped her rear. "What do ya say?"

"I say there has to be a reason for you to do this and I think it is because of my dad." Ellie replied.

Colt lifted his head and softly groaned. "Fine. Yes, it might have a little to do with getting you away from your memories of your dad. But I also wanted us to make our own holiday memories."

Ellie shook her head while a hint of a smile appeared. "How do you always manage to so easily talk me into your plans?"

His proud smirk slowly formed. "I am pretty great, aren't I?"

"Are you sure you want me to go? Seems like there won't be much room in the cabin for me, you, and your ego." She rolled her eyes and got into the jeep.

"There's the sweet girl I love." He muttered, grinning.

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Dec. 24...

"Okay. This might actually be your best idea yet." Ellie snuggled even closer to Colt.

The fire crackling was the only sound on the cold winter night. Snow falling outside could be seen from the windows, looking out over the valley below.

"I know." He let out a sharp breath when she elbowed him. "Careful Ellie." He warned. "If you aren't sweet, no special present tonight."

"I bet I can change your mind." She teased, nibbling at his ear.

"Nice try--" he closed his eyes when her hand drifted down his body. "Very nice" He moved her into his lap, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. Colt returned every caress she lavished on him.

They were breathless from the heavy make out session when Ellie moved back to her spot on the couch. "Now about my present?"

Colt narrowed his eyes while trying to cool his blood. "Better be glad you're cute."

She laughed and sat up straighter to see which gift he was picking for her to open.

Colt paused with the carefully wrapped present between his hands. He colored a little bit when she asked if he was okay. "El, I um..." How does she still manage to make me tongue tied?

"I found this and I know it isn't like the one you had, but I thought..." Colt trailed off and nervously waited on her to open it.

Ellie opened the box and pulled the protective styrofoam apart. She stilled after lifting the snowglobe out. The two figures sitting on the bench together looked a lot like--

"They're supposed to be me and you. I thought since we are planning on the rest of our life together, we might like having a snowglobe of our new family, of just me and you."

Ellie turned it over and wound the key a few times to hear what song it played. Let It Snow began to fill the silence. Her face remained unreadable, causing Colt to sweat.

"Ellie...babe?"

She looked up at him with tears in her eyes. Her lips curved in a tremulous smile. "You know what my favorite line is from this song?"

Colt's eyebrows lifted in uncertainty. "No. What is it?"

"But as long as you love me so..." She replied, wiping a stray tear.

"Ellie, it can snow from now until eternity. I will always love you so." Colt knelt down before her. He took her hand and placed it over his heart. "You and me."

Her smile glowed in the firelight. "You and me." She repeated.

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