#but lady no one asked that boy to run away from safety AND you really need to adjust to this new world

[obsidianpen]

Howdy! Awhile back you mentioned you weren't likely to get back to Enticed and asked if anyone wanted to pick up and write the rest, you could share your plot/plan with them... I'm no where near as good of a writer as you and couldn't do that (it actually terrifies me the idea of trying to continue a fic that you started tbh, you are one of my favorite writers). But I still find myself sometimes imagining what happens in later chapters of Enticed, for instance the big showdown at the end of OotP where Harry finally presents at the Ministry, and then in Year 6 when Harry as an Omega leads to some kind of huge Alpha fight (I imagine something like a massive chaotic bloody fight in the Great Hall where the Alphas are all triggering each other & beating each other to a pulp/dueling while the Omegas hide and Betas run for cover and teachers try to stop it). So, I wanted to ask if you wouldn't mind sharing maybe your general plot/key scenes with us just for fun? And maybe the endgame couples? If not, no worries! :)

sure! Spoilers ahead!

so yeah Harry presents as a delta (omega) during the whole ministry fiasco, ofc, and it’s about as dramatic as you would expect me to make it. It happens during the possession scene and so V is right there - like couldn’t be closer to it really - and loses all self control and sense of self, trying to uh, get Harry lol but Bella, also a delta, is there, and she and Harry’s dynamics actually revolt each other so she’s not affected at all. She manages to drag her lord away to safety (she is the only one who would be powerful enough to do this), where he otherwise would have been caught by Dumbledore.

Harry meanwhile is a mess, and it’s too late for any kind of repressing potion for him. He gets taken away by Dumbles (who has MUCH more self control than Voldemort btw) and is put into quarantine. Poor Harry, it’s not a fun time.

he eventually resurfaces and is told what all happened. He has a nice little chat with Dumbledore about the uniqueness of being a Delta, which Dumbles knows all about, because duh, Grindelwald was a delta. (He also learns ollivander is a delta).

year 6: Harry is getting all the stares. He’s finally able to perceive magic and now he GETS it. He and Ginny (also an omega) have insta-bonded. Hermione is protective and already planning future ministry legislation. Ron is uncomfortable but is still Harry’s best friend and ride or die.

Draco Malfoy keeps a great distance from Harry but can’t seem to keep his eyes off him. Harry gets it because he’s having the same problem with him and about six other alpha wizards. He still hates him.

Harry is no longer able to stay in the boys dorm. He now has to stay with the other omega girls in their special dorm room, which he finds mortifying at first, but then realizes how necessary that is, and grows to enjoy them quite a lot.

Harry is aggressively adopted by Godiva (self appointed Head Omega of the Gryffindor squad) and is forced to be ‘one of them’ (though he still escapes all the time and prefers to hang out with his ‘lowly beta’ friends). Godiva is upset when she learns his name is not Hadrian or Harrison. She calls him Hadrian anyway. In lieu of being able to give him a real proper lady make over, she and Fey (who has a muggle mother as I’m writing her) figure out Harry’s glasses prescription and get him some contacts ‘so that his lovely eyes can be admired properly’ and because ‘those glasses are hideous and you’re going to make us all look worse if you wear them’. Harry is sort of into it once he gets used to it. Snape kicks him out of class when he shows up without them with no explaination.

Harry becomes obsessed with Draco Malfoy. Hermione tells him it’s just because he’s an alpha and says be needs to go shag someone else to get over it. Ron is still uncomfortable. Harry says it’s def only because Malfoy is up to something Bad but he isn’t sure if he trusts himself anymore.

Harry (who has to be even more meticulous with taking repressants btw, because he’s not as predictable as a delta) thinks yeah maybe hermione is right actually but every time a bold alpha dude hits on him he panics and can’t handle it. Godiva sighs and makes it her mission to teach him.

the Myrtle bathroom scene with Draco goes very differently. Idk for sure how that would go but probably Malfoy has been forgetting to take his repressing shit what with how stressed he is and there’s probably some pretty intense hate sex, or at least very close to hate sex and plenty of hate snogging. Is this drarry? Maybe

the death eaters still break in, Harry still goes with Dumbledore, Dumbledore still dies

seventh year starts semi similarly, Harry is out with Ron and Hermione doing their thing and hunting horcruxes but they have a limited supply of the repressing elixir for Harry. Voldemort, being a bastard who still very much wants to kill Harry (perhaps more than ever now, because deltas are exceptional and this makes Harry more of a threat in some ways), puts insane regulations and safety measures around repressing elixirs for omegas, as well as any ingredient needs to brew it, making it impossible for Harry to get his hands on any without outing himself. They eventually run out when they’re out camping in the woods when Ron is with them and they have the locket.

he has no options. Hermione and Ron have to tie him up and help him suffer through a heat when one hits (they’re beta so they can’t help in the uh, other way). Harry is losing his mind halfway through it. The only thing that helps at all is the locket. He somehow gets to it and puts it on. Locket Tom reaches him in a dream and manages to convince a half-mad Harry to say ‘voldemort.’

the snatchers show up first. This includes Fenrir Greyback. He immediately goes insane upon finding Harry like that. But voldemort has been waiting for something like this to happen, so he shows up too.

big crazy alpha duel. V versus Fenrir. Hermione and Ron can’t get anywhere near the insane magic that’s happening, but Harry can. He’s having the wildest magical awakening of his life, and when he commands these two alphas (who he no longer sees as individuals in his current state) to kill for him, they do (or they try to anyway; Voldemort wins)

and then ofc Voldemort is supposed to kill Harry because that was the point of all this. But he sees his locket and Harry’s wearing it and that poses many questions and, well, if he’s going to kill Harry anyway he might as well enjoy him first. Somewhere in the middle of that much more intense and messed up hate sex, he realizes what Harry is, so of course he takes him ‘home’ (and don’t worry either he takes him away from hermione and Ron first or more likely Harry somehow banished them, idk the details there but I would not have them watching that lmao).

uhhhh yeah that’s about how far I had the plot going in my head!

[cassiopeiasara]

You know usually when I encounter fandom content first if a woman is hated by a lot of folks, I find it unjustified in the source material. This is NOT the case for my current watch. Lori deserves every bit of frustration and annoyance she gets from fans.

[undreaming-fanfiction]

As a crazy cat lady, may I offfer...

Eddie who has always loved cats, how free and soft and elegant they are, how they purr and close their eyes in affection, how they make him forget all his worries and stress. He's loved them ever since a neighbor's cat found him crying behind the trailer after he got bullied for his new haircut, the last gift from his shitty dad before Eddie got whisked away by the social services. The cat ignored his sniffling and jumped in his lap, plopping herself over the bony knees and thin thighs, and when she started rubbing her face against his scraped palm, Eddie felt complete.

He can't adopt one yet because he lives with Wayne who is allergic. Wayne offers to take antihistamines but Eddie refuses, he doesn't want to inconvenience him in his own home. Still, he dreams of one day sometime in the future, a small apartment of his own and at least two cats who will greet him when he comes home.

Eddie finds himself volunteering in a shelter and when a new cat café opens, he jumps at the opportunity. He is hired and spends his days taking of their cat ensemble and preparing delicious coffees. Cats help him be less jittery and more grounded, so it's a win win. Eddie loves this job.

Enter Steve Harrington, an insanely handsome man who stops by to make a reservation. Eddie is his usual flirty self, although he expects Steve will bring a date and that's the end of that. But then Steve leans to Eddie and asks: "Listen, uh...I will need some help."

Suppressing an internal groan, Eddie asks: "what, do you need me to drop an engagement ring into the coffee or something? Because can do, but it needs to be sanitized first."

"Oh no. Not that, no..." Steve runs his fingers through his hair and even though it looks like a nervous gesture, Eddie is seconds away from a cuteness induced nosebleed. "Not at all. I just...I have a little sister, you know? I mean, my adoptive dad is fostering her and she's the kindest girl you've met, but she had it rough in her original family. Apparently there was something involving animals and...she loves cats so much, but is terrified of hurting them. She would never!" he clarifies when he sees a frown forming on Eddie's forehead. "It's just that whenever she showed affection to any animal, her biological father made sure it would get hurt or at least chased away. And that's gone, that man is in jail and I just...I want to show her that it's okay to love animals again. That she can pet a purring cat without worrying about its safety."

Eddie just stares at him with mouth open. "That's...wow," he says. "Sorry. Processing."

Steve does the hair thing again and laughs and Eddie thinks that this man deserves a brother of the year award, yep, he'll ask Gareth to 3D print one right fucking now. "Yeah, sorry. I didn't mean to dump all that on you, but I had to be honest because this is a big deal to her. To me as well. Just...listen, I like cats a lot, but I'm not the best at interpreting what they mean, their body language and all that. And I really need Jane to have someone here that can tell her what to do, when she's doing a good job...someone who will protect the kitties if she messes up. Her words. I know it's a lot to ask, but..."

But Eddie shushes him. "Say no more, big boy. I'll be here and I'll give the young lady the cat experience of a lifetime."

Eddie used to think he couldn't love his job any more. But with Jane's uncertain smile and big eyes, her incredulous squeal when a cat chose her for the first time, when she kept asking Eddie for specifics of each cat in his care - "which one is more shy, which one likes to be picked up, which one is a picky eater?" - he thinks he's finally found his calling. Steve beams at him and comes back the next day with a bag of approved cat treats for the cats and a box of chocolates for Eddie as a thank you, then asks him out for a dinner - "if that is even appropriate, shit, sorry, I don't want you to feel pressured or something, this is your job, I get it, but I just really admire you and you were amazing to Jane, uh, and the stuff you say about cats is so interesting I'd just love to hear more". Eddie's heart flutters like the traitor it is and he thinks - maybe this is someone I could adopt a cat with one day.

And unsurprisingly, he's right.

[kangmoon27]

STILL MINE | Jungkook ff

Pairing: Ex Jungkook x Married Y/N

Summary: He knew you're still he's, even after your break up, even after your marriage. You're still his. But he wanted you to pay for what you did so he came after your daughter.

Warning: age-gap, pretty dark, talks about daughter. hard, s'x, c'm, yandere, obsessed, possessive

You couldn't move your feet, his face is a few inches away from yours. Gulping hard while trying to get yourself out of this awkward situation but he wouldn't let you go that easily, he still enjoys those looks in your eyes, a mixture of guilt, shook and loss.

"It's nice to see you again my lady." He said before kissing the back of your hand, you immediately pulled your hand away from him and avoided his eyes.

"I'm married now." You said. He laughed and nod his head, walking around the office and looking at you with a teasing look. "I know, you married my friend while with me." He said making this more awkward for you.

"Just call me when you need something sir." You said before bowing. As you're about to leave, he immediately grabs your hand and pushes you on his desk making you whipped in pain after your hand hits the hard wood.

"You're new yet you're already disrespectful to your boss huh, you're bold Mrs. Kang" He said while caressing your face. You pushed his hand and avoided looking into his eyes.

"How long has it been? 20 years? Damn that's so long, what happened to your rich boy? Bankrupt? Is that's why you're the one who's working now.? Damn you made the wrong choice then." He said before moving away from you.

"Go. Now." He watches you immediately making your way out.

"What do you mean she's not yet home? It's already midnight." You shouted at your husband who's just sitting pretty on the couch while watching tv.

Oh gosh, how did you get yourself into this. You truly. made the wrong decision, you married the wrong guy. "Gosh will you stop over reacting, your daughter is all grown up now." He said as if he didn't care about your girl's safety.

"Myung she's only 16!!" You shouted making him irritated and left you, he grabbed his jacket and left the house. You're left alone, he's always been like that, leaving you behind after argument and never wanted things to get fixed.

Running your fingers through your hair is frustrating. As you're about to walk upstairs you see a car stop in front of your house. You immediately went out and saw your daughter coming out of it.

"Gwen, who's that." You asked, she turned around and looked at you, she didn't say anything and went inside the house.

Chuckles left his mouth seeing your statement. You look at the man who owns the car and immediately recognize him. Before you could even make your way towards him, he already started to driveway.

"What are you doing with my daughter huh?" You said entering his office.

He turned to look at you and ignored you. You scoff and bang on his desk. "So you're ignoring me now huh? What are you doing with my daughter last night?"

"You really don't know how to respect your boss do you. What a shame. By the way I brought something for you." He handed you an envelope. You open it and see a picture of your husband with someone else.

"Tell your husband to better find a good hiding place next time it has been seen by your daughter." He said.

"Don't interfere with my marriage, I know how to handle my family." You said before handing him your resignation letter even though you just started yesterday. You're not planning on working with him your entire time here.

"Seriously? Is this how unprofessional you are? Or you haven't moved on yet, come on Y/n you need money, you need money to keep yourself presentable to keep your husband's d'ck." He chuckles while shooking his head.

"You don't know anything." You said.

"Then tell me. Tell me how you can't keep him loyal to you. Unless you're allowing him cheat right Infront of you." He said while laughing.

You stayed silent.

He looked at you. Your head were low. You plays with your finger, he knew you're being anxious. He stood up from his seat and walk Infront of you. Pulling you in his embrace.

"F'ck why are you letting him?." He said, giving you comfort in his embrace.

"He help me with Alot of things, the least I can do in return is to make him at least have fun." You stated.

"And cheat on you? Right Infront of you?" He couldn't believe you're letting this happen to you, he knew how naive and bold you are. This person standing Infront of him right now is totally opposite from the woman he used to know.

"He's a d'ck he should know your worth." He said, caressing your face and wipe your tears away. His eyes were on yours, soon his lips meet yourself. Pulling you closer to him and sat you on his desk.

His hand runs down your inner th'gh

And caresses your folds receiving m'an from you, circling your legs around his waist. His sliding your undergarment on the other side and slowly slide down his f'ngers in your c'nt making you deep your nails onto his skin. The tension on the room heated.

Your eyes and his were full of lust. Hanger for each other's touch. He pulled away and look into your eyes as he goes on his knees.You bend your standing leg and lay your stomach on his desk, pulling him just a little closer to your center. His t'ngue has slid down to your h'le and bringing him closer has bumped his nose against your cl't. you shamelessly run your hips side to side in an attempt to catch it again.

He grabs your a's just a bit tighter, He dips his t'ngue into your entrance, brings it back out, and repeats the movement, alternating shake of his nose against your clit, you felt your stomach's butterfly going crazy. You knew you're about to c'm. You could hear belt clicking. Without any words he inserted h'mself In you making you gasp on air. His hand run around your hip and your neck pulling you closer to him and deepen himself.

"Still Mine huh. You like it that way. I can take all your pain away." He said while buried deep in you.

It continues after that day in the office, he promises you Alot of things and one of them is to take you away from here. Take you away from misery. Right now you're in the airport waiting for him. You texted him several time as your flight announced will fly in 30 minutes.

You patiently waited for him as he is supposedly come here along with your daughter to run away. Time run faster just like you anxiety. Your flight is Flying in 10 minutes yet you're not receiving any response from him.

After a few minutes it was announced that your flight already flew away. You stood up to leave, you're nervous thinking that Jungkook must have been failed to take your daughter with him because of your husband. You hurriedly walk out of the airport when you received a photo.

Your tears flooded in your eyes till it escape and rolled down your cheek.

Knocking on his door and he opened it after a few minutes. Jungkook smiled after seeing you. Your eyes darkened and slapped him hard.

"So you wanted me to pay huh?, you wanted me to pay for marrying Myung over you? Is this what it is all about? Well I hope you're happy now."

He laughed at your face, your eyes were red and he's sure it's because of your precious tears. "So you've seen the photos I've sent you huh, isn't hot?."

"Did you had fun?" You asked. He nod his head with a proud smile on his lips. You couldn't help but to slap him for the second time.

"Well I hope you had fun f'cking your own daughter."

Part 2

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

Chapter 1

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Typical TWD Violence and Gore; panty sniffing; allusions to r*pe

The end of the world was not really an ideal event for anyone, and while surely everyone thought their resulting situation was the worst imaginable, you were truly adamant in your belief that your life was the epitome of disastrous. You had been alone for years, having no one and nowhere to turn while cities crumbled and people died all around you. You had done the only logical thing you could. 

You ran.  

And you kept running. 

You stopped when the hunger pains became unbearable. You stopped when your bladder was so full that it might explode. You stopped when exhaustion was weighing heavily on your body. And you stopped when hiding became necessary. 

You had hidden from them. The group of men that were razing the building as they grabbed anything useful, including your bag. 

“Joe! Joe, look at these clothes!” One of the men grinned while sniffing your underwear. “It’s a woman.”

“And by the looks of it, she was here recently.” The older man—Joe, it seemed—noted while lifting one of the packs of crackers you had been in the middle of looting. You had thrown them down as you ran to hide—the location of the package directing them straight to your hiding place. “Come on out, now.”

Sighing, you uncurled yourself and lowered your legs out of the air duct, hopping down to straighten with your hands held up to show you weren’t armed. “Just take what you want and go.”

Joe gazed around with an abrupt burst of laughter that was echoed by the other men. “Oh, we will.” Stepping toward you, he arched a brow when you did nothing more than square your shoulders. “Woo, boys. This one’s gonna be fun to play with. Claimed.”

He reached for you suddenly, mid-step, his intentions unclear but no doubt nefarious. It didn’t matter. Snagging his wrist, you used his own momentum to not only evade him but to spin him back to face his men, their weapons already being drawn and aimed. 

You were faster. 

With his arm now twisted behind his back and pulled upward, you had strategically pulled your own handgun from the back of your jeans, the muzzle pressed against his temple. 

“Put ‘em down.” You spat. When no one made an effort to oblige, you pulled upwards on his trapped limb and ground the cold metal against his skin. 

“Do it, boys.” Joe’s calmness surprised you, but you were wise enough not to grant them a visible confirmation. “Listen, sweetheart. There’s a lot more of us than you. Those odds just don’t seem fair.”

“Fair to who?” You taunted. 

The man scoffed. “You sure do have some spunk, I’ll give ya that.” He tried to adjust his position but your grip only tightened. He was bigger, stronger, but your weapon gave you the advantage. “There’s only one ending here. Put down the gun, let me go. I’ll make sure they’re gentle.” You curled your lip in a disgusted snarl. “Or they’ll put a few bullets in you and we’ll have you anyway. Them’s your choices.”

Your head tilted, you feigned consideration of his “offer,” laughable as it was. “How about I shoot you, then them, one by one?”

“Lady, can’tcha see how many guns we got on you right now?” Another man chimed. 

“Oh, I see them.” You confirmed. “I also see that one has the safety on, three of you aren’t even holding them right, and all of you can’t stop looking at my tits long enough to even try for a decent shot.” Your laughter startled them, their smiles fading. “This guy’d be dead and I’d have a bullet in each of you before you could hit me with one.”

“Oh, yeah? I say you’re bluffin’.” 

The words had no more than left his lips before the shots rang out. A bullet directly between his eyes, one in each shoulder, and in each knee before he hit the ground. Joe scrambled away from you, his arm now free. You kept your composure, your stoicism schooled in place, practiced from a former life of abuse and difficult choices. 

“Anyone else wanna call my bluff?” You asked, a brow lifted in challenge. 

Joe was helped to his feet, rubbing his shoulder as soon as he was standing. He regarded you silently, the others shifting about nervously. 

“Whatcha want us to do, Joe?”

“Well,” he started, but you were quick to interject. 

“You can turn around and walk out those doors. You go your way and I go mine.” It wasn’t a request. The older man stared, incredulous, before his face broke into a grin and laughter bubbled out of him. 

“Or,” He contested. You rolled your eyes and ground your teeth. He was really starting to get on your nerves. “Way I see it, I’m down a man now since you took out ol’ Billy there.” He waved a lazy hand toward the body. “Why don’tcha just come with us?”

“I thought we established that I have no interest in being your fuck toy.” You hissed. 

“Not like that.” He motioned for the men to lower their weapons. “Join us. We take care of our own.” Wagging a finger at you, he started turning to walk out. “Think you might be a fine replacement.” The men parted to let him pass, his invitation left hanging in the air. “Let’s go, boys.”

“But, Joe, she—”

“Wait.” You called out, lowering your gun, only slightly. “Just—hold up.”

You weren’t the first to notice him, but you weren’t far behind the others, Joe at your side. The man was just sitting, cross-legged, in the middle of the road, his head down, shoulders slumped. Defeated. A crossbow laid at his knee. 

He was a pretty one with an air of danger about him. Your time with Joe’s Claimers made you appreciate the rugged men you’d come across. They were always the most entertaining and fought the hardest against the men with which you traveled. The ones before, however, would always be spouting some cocky, desperate bullshit by now. 

This one hadn’t said a word or even moved beyond looking up at the individuals now surrounding him. You hung back, getting a feel for him and how to—even if you should—approach. Sometimes you were the bait, luring men and women into a false sense of security before the group would pounce. It was one of your many roles. 

You actually startled when the man punched Joe and grabbed the crossbow. He moved so fast. While Joe didn’t seem angry—even told the boys to stand down—he was still in the sights of the stranger’s weapon. 

Oh well. Their way didn’t work, so it was your turn. You weren’t about to let them kill one that you really wanted a chance to play with. 

“Wait!” You called, placing yourself between Joe and the business end of the weapon. You knew what to watch for, the eyes would always tell on them, but while in others, you had seen fear, intrigue, and sometimes even desire, this one only seemed to look at you with something akin to sadness. You took note and filed that away for later. “I know you don’t wanna kill me.”

“You don’t know nothin’.”

Oh. His voice was just as rugged as his appearance. “I know you won’t kill me.” You bravely—or stupidly—put your finger on the tip of the bolt. “Why don’t you put this down,—” you drew out the last word and tilted your head in request of his name. Your fingertip still rested against the bolt. 

The man hesitated, the wheels turning as he scrutinized you. You couldn’t help but be impressed. This was a man who could read people as well as you could. Luckily for you, you were a master at shielding your emotions. After a moment of tense silence, he lowered the crossbow. 

“Daryl.”

“Hi, Daryl. I’m Y/N.” 

Len used the butt of his rifle to drop Daryl at your feet, a wicked smile curving the corners of your mouth. 

“And I’m about to have so much fun.” Looking around at the others, they laughed while Harley reached for the crossbow. With a step forward, you placed a foot on Daryl’s hand and pointed at the weapon.

“Claimed.”

[unmotivatedwrit3r]

One in Eleven Million (ch.7)

damian wayne x reader x jon kent

(A/N): this is where the real-life experience I took to write this story runs out so please take any and all airplane/airline logistics with a grain of salt. And with that said, enjoy! I want to get the rest of this series out by the end of fall to hopefully have room to post the holiday fics I want to write so look forwards to the coming final chapters. And apologies, this is a short one.

edit: forgot to link the masterlist so here it is!

warnings: airplane travel, turbulence, emergency (not crash) landings, panic

wc: ~750

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The next forty five minutes passed in some part conversation and some part Jon showing you dozens of pictures on his phone. He had a few really good ones of Superman (the older one) and some stunning ones overlooking Metropolis. 

“My parents are reporters so they–they know people who take photos like this,” Jon explained to you, crunching on the airplane pretzels he’d reclaimed from Damian.  

You pulled out a few photos of the Gotham skyline to show the boys in turn. Your photos didn’t live up to theirs, but with your not-high-tech phone camera, those were about the best you had. 

A stronger bout of turbulence rocked even you, hands instinctively gripping the hard plastic of the armrests. A quick glance at Damian gave away that he didn’t find it regular either. 

Jon’s “This is weird right?” overlapped with the concerned cries of other passengers. You turned to Damian. 

“It feels more like a train right now than a plane.” 

“I agree. This is irregular at best.” 

You nearly missed the crackle of the loudspeaker from underneath the raised voices of those around you. 

“Ladies and gentleman, there has been a slight issue with one of our regulators. As of now, all passengers and attendants are to remain seated for their safety. Our next step is to make an emergency landing at the Philadelphia airport where there will then be connecting flights to Gotham. If you would rather find an alternate method of transport, let the front desk know as soon as we arrive so any luggage is forwarded to baggage claim.” 

You could barely process the new information over the sudden uproar. 

“This has never happened to you, I assume?” Damian spoke loudly. 

“No, nothing like this. I’d never even had a delay this bad before but this? No it-it’s crazy.” The answer to your question was chiseled into the shaken expression on Damian’s face but you asked anyway. “Either of you?”

Twin shakes of the head confirmed your assumption. 

“It’s not an emergency right? Like I know it’s an emergency landing but not a fall out of the sky kind of emergency right?” Jon’s blue eyes were wide. You shrugged helplessly.

“I want to say they’d tell us if it was but-”

“But they’ve been less than forthcoming so far so why begin now?” Damian finished. 

“Yeah,” you agreed. “Exactly.” 

Beside your seat, the emergency exit lights lit up. 

“That doesn’t bode well.” Damian pulled the words out of your brain. “But panicking,” he hissed at the woman lamenting in the row behind you, “will not solve anything.” 

You didn’t think Damian realized Jon was clinging to his hand. You didn’t think he knew he was holding yours.  

“Jon, you’re shaking the floor.” The words came out harsher than you intended. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to be-I just-it’s-”

“Sorry I just-” Jon switched from tapping his foot to holding Damian’s left hand in his, focus tuned on his fingers. Damian’s gaze was locked on where his right hand was linked with yours. You pulled away as if his gaze burned you. “I’m never flying commercial again,” Jon finished. 

The laughter that bubbled out of your mouth was more hysterical than you intended. 

Another bout of rough turbulence wracked the plane. You kept your hands to yourself his time, arms crossed against your chest to squeeze at your biceps. 

You barely heard Jon’s whispered cursing underneath the panic rising throughout the rest of the plane.

Damian stayed quiet, but the hand that wasn’t held in Jon’s was tightly clenched. If he wasn’t human, you might have expected there to be holes bored into the head of an older man across the aisle. You wanted to quiet the guy yourself; his catastrophic ranting was only adding into your own anxiety. Instead, you spent a couple minutes making sure all of the stuff in your backpack was tucked away. 

“He does know everyone else can hear him, right?” You asked as you sat up. Both boys chuckled. Jon’s fingers tapped rapidly on his thigh. 

“Alright folks,” the pilot’s voice interrupted the catastrophizing. “We’ve begun the landing process. Please be aware that further turbulence is normal. We should be on the ground soon.”

“How much longer can they call turbulence normal?” Damian ground out. You didn’t have an answer for him. 

[abbofff]

How I Met My Trauma-Bound Brother

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Hi, my name is Ada Williams. I, like many other unfortunate souls, am a daughter of a Greek god. Yes, those exist. No, I'm not crazy (at least not that much). I could go on and on about of my particular childhood and the struggles I got from seeing and experiencing things that adults said were impossible. But I might as well start with one of the very few moments that being a halfblood wasn't that bad.

So this set us up a couple of years ago in September. I had just turned 10 years old a couple days before and I was coming home from my new school I was at because I got expelled from my last one due to some trouble I got into that wasn't my fault. I mean, how could I have knocked the wind out of a bully if I didn't even punch him? I mean, yeah, sure, I really wanted to, but I wasn't going to do it and, of course, no one believed me.

Anyway, on the way home, I saw an oddly large Tibetan Mastiff walking down the street, and for a second, I thought it was really cute until it started barking and chasing me. I ran through the streets of Manhattan until my legs felt like they were burning and my lungs hurt, which led me to an alley with a very rabid dog on my back a couple of meters away from me. On my last hope of not being torn apart, I grabbed a rusty metal rung that had apparently fallen off the damaged fire escape next to me. My grip on the step was slippery thanks to sweaty hands and that I felt more scared than I had ever been.

I didn't know why God was so determined to make me his best warrior, but I tried to ask him to please let me go home to my mom. The dog (who had grown a lot compared to a few moments ago) jumped towards me and I felt a surge of adrenaline and a tingling in my hands with which I managed to grab the metal tightly and as soon as I was going to hit him with the piece of metal a thunder hit the ground and my back hit the wall of the candy store next door. The last thing I saw before I fell unconscious was the dog disintegrating into dust and a lady in a red, white and blue uniform running towards me. 

When I woke up I was siting in a chair on a corner with the left of my head rest against the grey bricked wall with a blue coat covering me. I was on what it seemed a storage room filled with a lot of candys and the best smell ever. In front of me, a couple meters away, blonde kid who looked my age was resting his right side against the open door with his arms crossed.

- Mom! The strange girl is awake! - He said as he was looking at me with the most stranged look.

- Percy! Don't say that. - Said a woman appearing behind her son.

- Hi, little one. My name is Sally and he is Percy, my son. How are you feeling? Don't worry, I have already called the ambulance a couple of minutes ago, so they must be on their way already, and when they get here, they can find your parents. -

I loved her voice. It made me feel at ease, it reminded me to my mom. Oh no, my mom. Trought the open door I could see a glass window that view to the street bathed on a sunsets glow. Mom must be home from court already and worrying sick.

- Im feeling good. Thank you for getting me into safety, ma'am. What time is it? - I asked as I got up and grabbed the coat off of me, the boy that now I know was Percy grabbed it and put it on a shelf.

- It must already be past 5pm, I believe - Sally said. - But don't worry, sitting still its the best thing to do now. Listen, I'll wait outside for the ambulance, ok? - She said in a reassuring tone. Then, she looked back at her son -Percy, stay with her and see she's okay - She demanded as she walked trought the door, the boy nodded in response.

- What's your name? - He asked while tilting this head in curiosity.

- I'm Adara, but its kind of weird name so everyone just calls me Ada - Only my mom calls me Adara, and that was she was really serious. And when she was that serious, she made that dog look like a puppy.

Oh damn, the dog, it just couldn't disintegrate. I must have hit my head very hard or something. And with the way the back of my head was kinda sore I assumed that was what happened. Now, about the freaking thunder? I really have no idea, maybe a bare wire. Yes, yes totally what happened.

- Well, if we are talking about wierd names, then i win. My actual name is Perseus, but its very greek and very odd and never really finished liking it, so i just go by Percy. -

I let out a little laugh.

- What happened to you? - That damn curious boy asked.

He grabbed a chair that was behind a shelf and sit next to me and grabbed a plastic bag of blue candy. I didn't actually knew how to respond without ending up in a mental hospital.

-I got chased by a dog and I think I touched a bare wire or something and past out-

- And you are not hurt? Yeah, you are wierd but maybe in a cool way. - He said. Oh, I thought. Nobody has ever called me cool, and I was called a lot of adjectives by my dear fellow classmates.

Percy opened the bad of candy - Want one? - He asked kindly.

- Of course. -I grabbed a couple and put them in my mouth. - They are so good!! I didnt even know they selled all blue jellybeans. - He smiled fondly.

- They don't, me and my mom separated them. My stupid stepfather said blue food its not a thing. We want to prove him wrong. -

- Yeah well, he can shove his words up his butt. - I laughed and he did too. Maybe Percy wasn't that bad after all.

- Are you 10? What school do you go to? - it was my turn to ask something.

- Yup, I turn 10 in august. I don't go to school right now. I got expelled of the last one and same with the other three schools before that one. So its getting hard to find a new one. - He said like it was the most common thing in the world but he still seemed pretty sad.

His face didn't show it, it must probably be because he is used to it, I would know, I have been in his spot a lot of times.

- Oh, I'm sorry.- I smiled kindly at him, I knew exactly how he felt.

- Well, I think you are pretty cool too. So maybe you could shoot a shot at my school. -

He looked very confused.

- If you haven't already been expelled of that one at least - We laughed again.

It would be nice to start the year with a real friend. I wasn't exactly disliked in school but I was the kind of person that was kind to everyone but friend of no one. I never fit in enough to have a real friend. But I had a feeling he was different.

I told him the name of my school, and after 15 minutes waiting, his mom came back with two doctors. They checked me up and said it was nothing to worry about. After the doctors where gone Sally asked me my mom's number so she could call her. And left the room again.

- Hey, do you wanna hang out some day? We could try to make blue food If you like. - I said.

I know we just met, but I really liked him. He felt familiar, not in a way that we already had met but in a way that somehow I knew he was a good guy.

- Yeah, sure! I would love to - He responded. He sounded very exited and I was to. Then, Sally got in the room.

- Your mom's on the way, she sounded really worried but I got to calm her down. You sure you are fine, right kid? - She said pretty preoccupied.

- Yeah ma'am. Thanks a lot for the help - I turn back to look at Percy - and for the amazing blue food.  - I laughed.

Suddenly my mom came in the store shouting my name. My mom's name is Amelia Williams. She was a beautiful blonde with green eyes that held the kindest of looks, although they seemed to held a worried looked almost half of the times they looked at me. I hated to make her worried, I knew life as a single mother wasn't easy but I always seemed to manage to make it a lot harder despite my tries of being good.

I came out of the storage room looking for her. And I saw her, she was still on her blue suit with stripes. She must have got off court late and on her way home when she got the call. She wrapped me in a tight hug and let out a heavy sigh.

- I'm so glad you are ok. That thing didn't bite you or anything thing? - She asked worryingly

- No, mom. The doctors said I'm good to go. - I said with a smile in hopes to calm her down.

We separated and she looked behind me. Sally and Percy were out of the storage room too now.

- Thank you so much for looking out for her. I don't know how I could ever repay you -  My mom smiled fondly at Sally, and she responded with one of her own.

- Don't worry, I'm a mom too - Sally was smiling at Percy now and he was looking at his mom with a embarrassed smile.

- Well, I have an idea. - I said, and now all eyes were on me. - Could Percy come home someday? - I asked my mom with pleading eyes. Then she looked back at Sally.

-  If that's alright with you, I believe we can arrange something. - My mom said.

Then Sally looked at Percy, and he gave her his own set off pleading eyes.

- Yeah sure, you already have my number anyways. - She said smiling.

After that talk and a hang out planning, my mom and I said our "see you soon" before getting in the car. And while we started making our way home, Percy and Sally waved goodbye from the candy store door while smiling.

And that's how a met my best friend, my brother.

[sparklecinnamonbunny]

And if you're still doing asks, please entertain me with some you haven't gotten yet, for which you have some really good answers. Two for Sunday and two for Envy. Can be the same or different. Dealer's choice :3

*Puss in boots voice* For you baby, I could be. Hitting 23 and 39 for Sunday, and 3 and 26 for Envy. These answers get pretty long, so you can find them under the break!

23. Would they prefer reading books or listening to an audiobook? Besides, would they rather read for someone or have someone read for them? Sunday unironically owns and listens to Nathan Explosion Reads Shakespeare. She was disappointed to hear there was a whole session Pickles forgot to record. She usually has her headphones on and an audiobook playing when she files the week's incident reports at American Voice Showdown. That said, her guilty pleasure 'adult romance' novels? Print only.

If she had to share a book with someone, she'd prefer to be the one reading. In the AU where she has Charlene, her child with Skwisgaar, she goes all out for bedtime stories, character voices and all. It sets a quality standard for the CEO, who expects the same out of any babysitters, be they once-in-a-century financial geniuses or *cough* the pride of Denmark.

39. If they could go back in time, how would they reassure their child-self about the future? Sunday's childhood cycled between 'incredible opportunities' and 'devastating horror', so this answer's simple. She'd tell her child-self that she's not crazy, she really is cursed, but that doesn't make her a bad person. She'd reassure herself that it gets better, that she gets away from her family and does wonderful things that they can't take from her.

Yes, it is okay that she likes girls and boys. She'll meet incredible people in every walk of life if she lets herself. And if the church is wrong about her being bad, then they can be wrong about anything.

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3. What is something they really like about themselves and what is something you really like about them? Envy prides herself on being levelheaded. She has no problems de-escalating angry patrons and doesn't find it hard to take control of a room. She likes that she can keep her cool even when things take a turn for the worst.

Something I've liked writing for Envy is her warm and nurturing nature. She may be blunt, and she might feel at home in anarchy, but she's a caretaker at heart. Her garden flourishes under her love (and occasional Dead Kennedys singalongs). She treats her employees with a decency and kindness that's unheard of in the hospitality industry. Even the drunks that pass out in (or near) her bar get water and a safe ride home. She's safety for young queers and a haven for kinksters.

26. What would be their ideal romance? Did they find a perfect match already, is it still a work in progress, or have they experienced something out of their expectations? It's not that Envy's unlucky in love; to the contrary, she's had some long, loving relationships. It's that it's hard to pin her down. She's oblivious to flirting unless a lady's laying it on thick. When she gets into a relationship, she finds it hard to make compromises on how much she works, leaving her girlfriends lonely. She works her ass off to run her businesses and keep Club Hedonism's events running.

Her ideal partner would be someone who's just as busy as she is, or someone who wouldn't mind spending time working together. She calls her romantic life a 'work in progress' and frequently claims she'll settle down once whatever project she's doing is finished, but... it hasn't happened yet.

[rjmartin11]

Earth Angel, Heavenly Boy Part 6

Pairing: Angel!Elvis & OC!black!female

Summary: After a nearly fatal car accident, a mysterious man saved the life of a young woman who believes the young man is more than what he seems.

Word Count: ???

Warnings: Date turned bad, talks on death, racism, suicide attempt, angels and demons...

Author's Notes: Welcome to Part Six. It's about to get a bit dark. Hint, hint. Pay close attention to certain words. They may be a clue to what's coming next.

Also, I want to say. I was bullied in school, and I know how much it hurts. If you or someone you know has problems with bullying or contemplating suicide. Please call 988. You don't have to go through anything alone. You are strong, beautiful, and important in this world.

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"Beware of false prophets who come to you in sheep's clothing for inwardly they are ravening wolves." Matthew 7:15 (Bible)

Twenty minutes later...

Noel arrives at the bistro Eris on the corner of Locura and Bedlam. The building is surrounded by towering large buildings in an area that Noel isn't accustomed to. The door looks as if it's concealed among everything about the space.

There is a silent valent that opens the door to Noel's vehicle but never looks her in the eyes.

"Thanks very much," Noel says, walking into the restaurant.

As she enters into the gallery of tables, she spots Zeke dressed in all black. He smiles at her, standing from his seated position from the table. She smiles and walks over to him.

"Ah, Noel. Welcome, beautiful lady," Zeke says, embracing Noel and kissing her cheek.

The kiss is unwanted but not unwelcomed. Something about his kiss was insincere. She smiles at him as he pulls out her chair for her. She sits with Zeke but secretly wishes she stayed with Elvis.

"Thank you," Noel says, glancing around the room.

The room is eerily quiet, yet there are tables full of people. There's a faint sound of music playing in the background.

"I took the liberty of ordering you a tea, Noel," Zeke says, gaining her attention once more.

"Thank you. That's kind, but I don't drink tea or coke. Anything with caffeine, really."

"This tea is caffeine free. It's special. Just take a sip of it and try it once."

Noel hesitates but trusts Zeke full heartedly. The waitress brings over two small cups of the tea Zeke recommended. It smells strange, but she takes a sip. It doesn't really taste like anything, yet the feeling that passes her tongue reminds her of the thickness of cough syrup.

"Bottoms up, Noel," Zeke whispers.

"Bottoms up indeed," Noel says, placing the small cup back on the tray.

"Thank you, Miss," she said.

The waitress gave her a look and scurried away. The look she gave Noel made her uncomfortable. It made her feel unwanted. Noel didn't want to put the race card into play at the way she felt because Zeke was also black. He seemed at home here.

"You are such a kind soul, aren't you, Noel?" Zeke asked.

"I try to be."

"There is no trying. You are. You are such a light in this world."

"Thank you," Noel blushes. "Okay. Okay. What's good to eat here?"

"Don't worry about dinner. We'll be out of here before then."

"What do you mean?" Noel asked, placing her menu down.

Another strange feeling cane over her that she couldn't explain. It was as if her intuition was telling her to leave. Run away, fast. But she ignored it. She changed the subject for safety purposes.

"Well, when you said dinner, I was under the impression that you were taking me out to eat. I don't believe in passing my panties out on the first date, Zeke."

"No, you aren't a lustful or promiscuous woman. I could tell that the moment I saw you. You're too good for that."

"I know my value is better than a one night stand."

"Oh, and spunky too," Zeke quips. "Most of you are bold and fierce. Believe you can leave the world better than you found it. I can't stand you people."

Noel suddenly feels nauseous and places her hand over her chest. Her heart seems to be pounding over time like she's been running a marathon. She silently blames her stomach on not eating properly all day. Snacking in the morning and her cocoa with thirty or so minutes ago wasn't helping her.

"You people? What do you mean, WE people?" Noel looks at him.

"Not black people, Noel. The lights of the world. The kind people with matters. Not the self-righteous people. No. They believe themselves to be good, but we all know that truth. They play at a different game. You... make me sick."

"That's enough! Is this why you invite here?! To belittle me?! I don't have to listen to you!" Noel stands out of her chair, ready to head towards the door.

"Sit. Down," Zeke says, grabbing her wrist.

Noel looks back into Zeke's face. His eyes aren't the pretty spring green that she was accustomed to. They're an unearthly yellow that rocks her to her core. She wants to scream but can't find her voice. A sinister grin casts over his face like the Joker. The grip Zeke has on her wrist is so tight that it feels like he will break it.

"I'm going to say this once more. Sit down, Noel," Zeke speaks with a low calm voice.

He guides Noel to her seat. Noel is stricken with fear and shakes. Zeke blinks his eyes once more, and they're back to the natural green.

"W-what are you???" She asks him.

Zeke smiles at her and says, "Who? Me? I'm just here to remind you that you're unwelcome here. You should have perished in that car crash, but here you are unscathed. How is it possible?"

"I... I-I don't know."

"You know something. What did you do?"

"I... I prayed."

"Oh, you prayed, and you believe he heard you?"

"I'm s-sitting here, right?"

"Would you deny your God if it would save your life?"

"Never. Never in a million years," Noel says.

"How loyal... just like a bitch. Wise but not helpful. It won't save you from what's coming."

"W-what's coming?"

"Death," Zeke whispers to her. "Why do you want to live in a world that doesn't want you? Would it be better just to die?"

"No."

"No need to be brave now, Noel. Besides, it wouldn't be the first time you considered it."

A feeling of depression took over Noel's body. A feeling of hopelessness and unwanting casts a shadow over her. She hadn't felt this since she was a teenager.

"What were those names those children called you?" Zeke asked her, clasping his fingers together as he rested his chin upon them.

"It doesn't matter because I'm better than that," Noel defensive states.

"You're correct. Life doesn't matter. It would be better if you just killed yourself. You're such a coward. You couldn't go through it because you are a coward."

"I'm. Not a coward! I'm sane!" Noel shouts, tears pouring down her face.

"What were those names they called you? Those names that haunt your very being even now after ten years. The names that made you run to the girl's restroom crying."

Noel pauses, looking away from Zeke. She can't shake off the empty feeling inside of her. The conflict of yesteryear. The pain and anxiety of humiliation of being an outcast among her peers. A scapegoat in her class. She bows her head and cries.

"Freak. Worthless. Stupid. Ugly. Monkey. No one likes you. No one will ever love you," she cries.

Broken-hearted and defenseless against Zeke's words, Noel falls into the depths of despair. She can't stop crying and doesn't know what to do. No words of comfort can heal her.

"The pain of those kids can be over, Noel. You don't have to cry," Zeke says, pulling her out of her chair.

He allows her to cry on his shoulder as they stand in the middle of the room.

"Help me. Why do I feel this way?"

Zeke whispers in Noel's ear and says, "Jump from the highest building and free yourself. Stop crying. There's no need to cry when you know this is exactly what you want to do. So jump."

"Jump?"

"Yes, fly into the night, but you must jump."

Noel walks away from Zeke with one word on her lips. Jump. She can't stop herself from moving towards the door. She walks across the street to the tallest building and takes the elevator to the thirtieth floor. As the elevator moves up the building, Noel is stuck in a daze she can't get out of. Her mind is stuck in the past, fighting to get back to the present.

Her mind yells help, but her mouth replies, jump. The elevator opens, giving Noel access to the roof. She hears the pebbles under her feet. The wind rolls past her, and more light tears trickle down her cheeks.

"You're worthless. You deserve to die. No one loves you," Noel says to herself.

Noel places her hands on the ledge and looks over the edge. All the cars pass by, and the lights look so bright from on top of the building. The scenery is quite beautiful, actually.

"Jump. Fly."

Noel boosts herself on the ledge where she's standing on her feet. She can hear all the cars from down below. The air is refreshing as it hits her damp face. Her life flashes before her eyes, and all she wants to do is end it.

"Noel," a voice calls from behind her.

"Who... who is it?" She answers.

"Look at me and come down."

Noel slow turns to see who is speaking to her. By the grace of God, it's Elvis.

"Elvis," she weeps. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to help you. Come here. You don't have to do this. Life is worth living. There's so much you haven't done."

"I'm worthless. I don't deserve to live..."

"Those aren't your words. Where is that fire that burnt so brightly in you? Where's that strength that resided within you a few hours ago? That beauty?" Elvis asks.

"I was never beautiful. All you saw was compensation..."

"That's not true. You can't believe that."

"I feel so lost, Elvis. I just want this pain to be over with," Noel cried.

"You are loved. You have love," Elvis says, slowly approaching Noel. "You are a light in this world. Don't let that fire burn out. You are beautiful and witty. You don't wanna jump. You wanna live."

"Jump," Noel says. "I must jump." Noel takes a step off the ledge and falls.

"NO!!!" Elvis shouts, leaping to Noel's aid.

For Noel, the moment went by in slow motion. As she falls, she loses her breath to scream. Her back against the wind. Her heart pounds in her chest as her stomach drops. Elvis grabs her hand before she falls. She gasps in surprise.

"I got you, Noel! I have you! I won't let you go!" Elvis says, hovering above the city.

Noel looks up at Elvis, noticing his wings, and reaches her other hand up to him. She catches her breath and screams in fear.

"Elvis, help me!" Noel says. "Don't let me go, please!"

Elvis flies back up to the rooftop, holding onto Noel tightly. He places her on her feet and lands in front of her. She collapses to her knees, trembling from the incident she begins to cry. Elvis kneels in front of her and whispers.

"It's okay. You're okay. I have a feeling it wasn't your fault," he whispers.

Noel embraces him, placing her head upon his shoulder. She would never have dared jump from a building, yet she found herself on the highest roof in the city.

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[mattsturniolosmuse]

Two-Bit Mathews x Reader

Summary: You catch your boyfriend doing 'it' with another girl. You flee to the safety of your old friend, Darry, meeting another boy. You two hit it off and the night leads to you waking up in Two-Bit's arms.

Warnings: MDNI, smut, p in v, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex, cheating

You had been dating your boyfriend for 2 months; today was your 2 month anniversary. You entered his house with a new coat and some chocolates for him. You took off your shoes gently.

"Hello?" You called into the seemingly empty house. You heard a thump come from upstairs. You frown. You call his name as you head up the stairs and into the room. Your heart drops.

He had another girl, doggy position, and he was pounding into her from behind.

"This is the b-best pussy I had." He moans to the girl, not noticing you. The coat in your arms falls to the ground, and he spins his head around.

"S-shit! Y/N!" He says, quickly pushing the girl away from him. The girl looks at you, then back at him.

"You asshole!" The girls says, pushing him and gathering her clothes. The girl follows you out of the house.

"Hey, I'm sorry. He told me he was single." She says, quietly. You could tell she felt bad.

"It's fine. He was a jerk to me anyways." You lie. The truth was, you really loved him, and he was really sweet.

But you couldn't be with him after seeing that.

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You knock on the door to an old friend's house. Darry. He had done a roofing job for your parents, and you had kept him company. You still talked on the phone every week, just not too much anymore.

You had always gone to him with any problems.

As Darry opened the door with a smile, it quickly faded as he sees your tear stained face.

"Hey, hey, come on. Tell me what happened." He says as you fling yourself into his arms and sob into his shoulder. He guides you into the living room and you sit at the couch.

One of the brothers; Soda, you think it is; enters and gives you a glass of water.

"T-thanks." You mutter. He nods.

"What's wrong?" Darry asks, sitting next to you.

"Today is my boyfriend and I's anniversary, and I arrive at his house to give him a gift, and he was f-fucking another girl!" I say, starting to sob again. Darry sighs, hugging you from the side.

He pats your head, rubbing your back gently.

"It's OK. You're going to be alright." He soothes you.

"DARRY! DARRY! I GOT A NEW JOK-" Someone- a boy- yells, stopping abruptly when he sees Darry and you.

"Boy, Dar, you didn't tell me you got a girl!" Two-Bit says, laughing.

Darry glares at him, as you look at him. You two make eye contact.

"And she's pretty, too!" The boy says with a smile, holding out his hand.

"I'm Keith." He says. You take his hand and shake it.

"Hi. I'm y/n." You respond, smiling back. Your tears had vanished. Keith just radiated joy, and he made you feel better.

"You want to go get some ice cream? Ice cream always makes me feel better." He says, pulling you off the couch and onto your feet.

"Sure," you say. "Thanks again, Darry." Darry nods with a smile.

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"Strawberry, please." You say, pulling out your wallet. Keith's hand pushes yours away.

"My treat." He says. The lady behind the counter hands you your ice cream.

"Who will be paying?" She asks. Keith reaches to his pocket.

"My wallet is right...." He starts.

"HERE!" He yells, bringing up his middle finger. Your jaw drops as Keith grabs your wrist and runs out of the store. You don't stop running until you've reached an old park. Keith doubles over laughing, and you start to laugh with him, noticing that your ice cream must have fallen along the way.

You start laughing so hard that you collapse into Keith's arms, tears pouring down your face.

"God!" You say, breathing heavily. You look at Keith, and he smiles at you. You laugh. You guys keep eye contact for a couple more seconds until he cups your face in brings it up to his. He pauses, waiting for you to tell him to stop, but you don't. And all of a sudden his lips are on yours. His hands tangle in your hair, and yours rest on the back of his neck. He pulls on your hair, just a bit, causing you to let out a small moan.

His tongue swipes your bottom lip, and you open your mouth, Keith's tongue clashing against yours. He groans as you pull him closer.

You finally pull away, a string of saliva connecting your mouths. You grab his hand and rush to your house, which happened to be only a block away. You fumble with the keys as you slip it in the lock, twisting. You pull Keith inside and the second the door is closed he has you up against the wall, his mouth on yours.

You grind into his crotch, and he groans, squeezing your ass. You pull him over to the couch and push him down. His eyes are clouded with lust. You start unbuckling his belt but he stops you.

"This day is about you." He says, pushing you back and pulling your jeans and panties off in one swift motion. He moans at the sight of your glistening pussy, running one finger gently over the mess of arousal.

"Keith..." You moan. You quickly take off your hoodie, and you unclasp your bra. Keith moans again, laying his tongue flat on your pulsing bud.

"Fuck!" You moan, throwing your head back. Keith grips your thighs, pulling them farther apart. He flicks his tongue and runs it through your folds.

"You taste amazing, baby. That guy was stupid." He says, referring to your boyfriend. As his tongue finds your hole, his fingers enter you as well, stretching you out.

"Keith! D-don't stop!" You moan.

"Don't plan on it, princess." He says. Soon, your cum starts leaking out of you, and Keith sits up, a mixture of arousal, saliva and cum on his face. You giggle. He smiles and wipes it off with the bottom of his shirt. He smashes his lips against yours, sitting you up to straddle him. He lifts his hips up and pulls his jeans off along with his boxers. You lift his shirt over his head.

"Want you to ride me, a'ight?" Keith says, caressing the small of your back. You nod, lifting yourself up, hovering over his dick. You sink down slowly, and Keith throws his head back.

You move back and forth slowly, adjusting to Keith's large size. You begin to go faster, and Keith grasps your waist, helping you gain more friction.

"S-so tight, princess." Keith moans, his tongue licking stripes up your neck. He begins to suck hickeys into your breasts. You start moving up and down. Keith was thrusting up into you, to meet your grinds.

His hands cup your ass, and you moan as he hits a new spot inside of you.

He flips you over and starts pounding into you. His chain was dangling in your face and you captured it in your mouth, sucking on it. He lets you for a bit, but then replaces it with 2 of his fingers. You suck on the digits, coating them in saliva.

"Who's making you feel t-this good, princess?" Keith asks you, his hips pistoning into you at an alarming rate.

"Y-you" You manage to moan out.

"Yeah, baby. N-not that fuck ass boyfriend of y-yours." Keith says.

"I'm so close" He moans, his thrusts getting sloppier each thrust.

"Cum in my mouth." You say. He nods, thrusting a bit more before pulling out and placing his tip inside your lips, releasing inside of your mouth. You swallow it all, no hesitation.

The door swings open, and in comes your boyfriend.

"Y/N, please-" He starts, then he sees you.

"What the fuck!" He yells, covering his eyes. Keith smirks, dressing himself. You lie on the couch.

Your boyfriend turns back around, just to get a face full of fist from Keith.

"That's what you get for cheating on the prettiest girl in all of Tulsa." Keith says as blood spurts out of your boyfriends nose- or, rather, your old boyfriend.

"Be mine?" Keith asks, helping you walk to the bathroom. You nod and smile, kissing him gently.

[lovesick-cannibalxd]

4090 words, references to mythological figures, inspiration from Home Safety Hotline, some true stuff

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Chapter One; Mirrors

Looking into the bathroom mirror while everyone was asleep, I cried. The face I saw was blurred, messed up, faded. I couldn’t tell who it was. There was no little boy, no young man, not even a young lady or girl that my family saw me as. I couldn’t see anything in it other than a blurred face. I knew it wasn’t real, that it was all just in my head. But as the tears streamed down my face, I couldn’t help but wonder what was wrong with me.

The next day, I tried to get dressed in the morning only to find that my own mirror in my room was ruined too. I held back tears as I looked at my reflection, seeing a blurred face on my body, wearing my Slipknot shirt, ripped jeans, and sneakers. I took my blanket and threw it over my mirror before grabbing my bag and ID, which read Lucille, running out of my room as fast as I could. I clutched my bag, trying to forget what I saw. As time went by, the bus soon arrived. I sat next to Lena, not by choice. Sitting by her was like sitting by an orc with a gland issue. She always had a problem with someone. Almost as if, deep down, she truly hated everyone but herself. Is that really far from the truth? No clue, I just know she’s an idiot…

“Hi, Everett!” She said, probably about to ask me a series of stupid questions just so she could get dirt on people to spread things about them. I ignored her, turning on my playlist and looking around. Everything was calm until my eyes landed on the rear view mirror the driver used. In it, I could see everyone. All their faces, all their expressions, all… except mine. My face, even in the mirror of a damn bus, was blurry. I gripped the seat, trying to ignore the faceless thing staring back at me.

A whole day passed, and all I saw in any reflection was a blurry, faceless monster in my skin. I kept my mirror covered, closing my blinds at all times, and never looking into anything that could cause me to see that thing. I stopped leaving my room when I wasn’t at school or being forced to be called by a name that wasn’t mine, rotting away in my bed as I tried to avoid that thing. I cut off my friends, only ever talking to them using an occasional text. Eventually, the only company I allowed was my little brother and my kitten, Chevy. I even covered my tv in a blanket when it wasn’t on. Eventually, it started getting worse. I couldn’t even see my face in photos anymore. The family pictures on the wall featured this faceless monster taking my place, my life, replacing me in my own family and with my friends and acting as if it were me. Still lifes of the people closest to me having fun with this thing…

One day, my friend texted me.

Klover; Are you alright man? I haven’t seen you in a few days!

I responded

Everett; I’m just fine

Everett; Leave me alone

Everett; I hate it here

I didn’t get an answer for a while. I felt horrible. Klover was my best friend. She was alway there for me, even when I just wanted to explode, and here I was treating her like she was Lena.

After maybe fifteen minutes, I got a response.

Klover; I’m in your backyard. Open your window or im busting in

I sighed and responded,

Everett; Does your mom know you’re here?

Klover; Yeh

And she sent me a stupid gif of the Shark Puppet. I hated that meme so much, and she knew it… but it made me smile to see it.

Everett; Ok, ok, hang on and I’ll just go out front

Klover; Good. I don’t want to fight the spider on your window for dominance again

Klover; I’ll see you out front!

I put on a coat and slipped on my sneakers. I kept my eyes on the floor, ignoring the reflections in the glass and even the pictures on the walls. I couldn’t face whatever the hell was in those pictures. Just before I could reach the door, I heard a voice call out.

“Lucille, where are you going, honey?” My mom called from the kitchen.

“Klover is outside waiting for me, I told her I would go on a walk with her.”

“Take your little brother with you!” She shouted. I sighed and walked down the hall, knocking on Jason’s door.

“Ginger rat, come on!” I shouted before turning the handle, pushing it slightly, and then proceeding to kick open the door. He screamed, in the middle of a Fortnight match. “Come on, loser,” I crossed my arms impatiently, “We’re gonna go on a walk with Klover.” He nodded, telling his friends bye and leaving the match. He never really complained when we went on walks, often joining without me even asking. He didn’t want to be in the house just as much as I. He put on his shoes and followed me out the door. I looked at him as we stood on the porch, waiting for Klover to finish climbing over the fence. I crouched down a little, fixing his glasses and adjusting his hair slightly. Despite how I talked to him, how he talked to me, and how often we beat each other up, we still cared for each other. He was my little brother, and I was their big sibling. After a moment, the sounds of Klover struggling to get down from a six foot tall fence, we all finally gathered on the porch. “Hey, how about you stop breaking into my backyard and just wait at the front door?”

“You know I can’t do that, Everett…” She smiled. I sighed and looked at my little brother, who was watching some weird video on his phone. I looked over and saw he was watching Uncle Samsonite. I glared at him, nudging his arm to remind him that he and I are supposed to watch it together. He closed the video and put on something else. I sighed, annoyed with myself for bothering him. I looked back at Klover.

“So, what now…” I sighed.

“Now we talk…” She grabbed my arm and dragged me, my little brother following along.

As we walked, I told Klover about what had happened, how I couldn’t see myself in anything, how my face was messed up in every photo and reflection I saw.

“Yep,” She sighed as she looked around, “sounds like you got a mirror nymph…”

“A what-”

“A mirror nymph,” She said, acting like this was common knowledge. Taking out her phone, she did a quick google search. “A mirror nymph is known to distort images and reflections of the person they are going after.” She looked me up and down before nodding, “You’re the perfect target for one.”

“Excuse me?” I asked, slightly offended.

“Mirror Nymphs go after anyone, but you’re the best target, “think about it, you’re a demi-boy who is forced to go by a name that isn’t yours, forced to dress how you don’t feel comfortable, and are forced to endure constant shifting from one life to another.” She nudged me, “Face it, you’re easy pickings for it, you’ll just say it’s dysphoria…” I glared, clearly annoyed. My little brother looked at me, taking a picture of me and showing it. I froze, a feeling of pure dread filling my body as I saw my blurred face. I looked at Klover, who simply shrugged. “You look fine to me… and that’s a tablet, a digital camera, something that’s almost always perfect.”

That night, I started to google. I rarely got on my phone at night, too scared to see my own reflection. I typed in “Mirror Nymph” first.

The Mirror Nymph, or Kathréftis Nýmfi (Mirari Nympha in latin), is a subspecies of Nymph that are known for stealing the likeness of people who come across them. Roughly four feet in height they are faceless, voiceless humanoids that carry a large mirror used to lure people. Once a person looks into the mirror, they are unable to recognize their faces in pictures, mirrors, or any other reflections. Their faces will appear blurred or missing entirely.

Commonly, Mirror Nymphs are often mistaken for a Memory Wisp. This is due to the fact that people claim that “something has taken them” (them being themselves) and that they cannot they are “not themselves”. The best way to tell the difference is to make sure there are no missing pictures, and that you are able to at least identify the faces of loved ones.

The only solution to a Mirror Nymph is to find and capture the Nymph, then, it’s mirror must be broken using an iron implement. This will free whoever is under the curse of the Mirror Nymph.

I looked at the article and sighed. “Damn it…” I muttered as I grabbed my boots, my jacket, and my bag. I put my phone, charger, my portable battery, a few snacks, some water, and a can of Monster Energy Zero Ultra in it and left my room. I walked down the hall about to sneak into the garage. Before I could open the door, I noticed a light from under Jason’s door.

I walked over, peeking through to see my little brother. He was passed out on his bed, glasses on, TV playing Bluey, and tablet on a Geometry Dash level that repeated infinitely as his character died and respawned. I walked over to him and sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Stupid rat boy…” I took off his glasses, setting them on his nightstand. I took his tablet, turning it off and setting it on the charger. I pulled the blanket over him and placed his favorite toy in his hands, a worn out stuffed rabbit I had given him on his tenth birthday, before turning off his TV and leaving.

I suck off into the garage, looking for anything made of iron. I opened my step-dad’s tool box, grabbing a large hammer with a black handle. I looked around, grabbing a few other things. A flashlight, some D-cell batteries, and a small hand knife for emergencies. I went back into the kitchen, grabbing a water bottle and a first aid kit. With everything I had, I walked towards the front door. Chevy, my kitten, meowed at me. I picked her up and sat her on the couch. “Stay, kitty…”

“Meow.”

“No, you can’t come”

“Merow.”

“Chevy…”

“...mew.”

I stepped out the door, backpack on, flashlight in hand, and a little black kitten in my jacket. Stepping out the door, I took a deep breath. I put the flashlight away and took out my phone.

Everett; Klover, wake up

Klover; Bro, im tred

Everett; I don’t care, meet me at that crappy park in the suburbs. That one by the tracks

Klover; The one were you almst gor iced by that train?

Everett; …

Everett; Yes, Klover…

Everett; The one where I almost got iced by that train…

After a long walk, I made it to the park. I sat on the swings and took out a small granola bar. I broke off small pieces and placed them on my shoulder for Chevy to eat. If someone from my street had seen me, they would have called me a freak. It didn’t bother me. Chevy was the best cat there ever could be. She was smarter than most kittens, and very brave. She never left my side during the whole time I forced myself to rot away in my bed.

An hour passed before Klover finally came over. She was dressed in an oversized shirt, some ripped jeans, boots, and a jacket. Her bag was smaller than mine, meaning she would be begging me for snacks if we were out too long. I grabbed her arm and started to drag her. “Jesus Christ, Klover, could you be any slower!?”

“YOU were the one who woke ME up!” Klover shouted in response, groaning while being forced to follow. I grabbed her wrist and dragged her along. We trudged through the forest, slowly making our way to an old trail. “Are we there yet?”

“Shut the hell up, Klover.”

“Make me, fata-” I cut her off, putting a hand over her mouth. I looked at Chevy, watching as my little black kitten hissed and arched her back. She saw something in the dark that we couldn’t see. I grabbed my flashlight and shined it, searching for what she saw. I looked around before noticing a set of footprints in the mud.

“Klover…” I looked her in the eyes, worried, “I think we’re getting closer…” I took a step forward. Just as I was leaning in to see the prints, Chevy leaped off my shoulder and ran down the path. I chased after her, dragging Klover behind me. “Chevy, wait!” I called out as we ran. I searched for her, only having her paw prints and the footprints to follow. When the trail went cold, I froze. Falling to my knees, I broke down. I started to sob, burning hot tears scorching my face.

“Hey, it’s ok…” Klover tried to calm me down. She knelt down beside me, holding me close. “Everett… please… just look at me…” She tried to turn my face towards her. I pulled away, my hands instinctively going into my hair and gripping it. I doubled over, wheezing, crying, wanting nothing more than to find my cat and wake up. I just wanted my cat. “Everett, Chevy couldn’t have gone that far…”

That’s when I heard it…

A loud meow followed by hissing. I got up and followed the sound, Klover following behind me. I took off my bag and pulled out the hammer. I held on tight and followed the sounds of hissing. I saw my cat, fighting bravely against some sort of… thing… It looked like a young woman, but her upper body was covered by a strange antique mirror. I watched as Chevy attacked, trying her hardest to fight back.

“Chevy!” I cried out as I watched the woman kick my cat. A flash of red hot anger filled my mind and I dashed after her. I raised the hammer, aiming for where I assumed her head was.

CRASH!

I watched as the mirror shattered into a million pieces, revealing a faceless creature hiding behind it. I watched as the “lady” picked up the pieces trying to put it back together. Klover ran over, confused. “Dude, what happened!?” I didn’t answer, running over to my cat after dropping the hammer. I picked up Chevy, inspecting her. She softly meowed, letting me know she was perfectly fine. As she licked my cheek, soft tears ran down my cheeks and I felt relieved. I looked up at Klover.

“Klover…”

“Yeah?”

“Let’s go home, you can stay with me…”

As things slowly returned to normal, I contemplated what happened that night. I replayed each moment in my head. As the thoughts filled my mind, I started to wonder what else was out there. What other creatures hide in the darkness? Who else is haunted by these things? As the thoughts filled my mind, I slowly realized something. Ancient nightmares, archaic legends, enigmatic dreams… are they all true? Things we once thought to be fairy tales told to naughty children to get them to behave… they’re all true.

I sent a text to Klover.

Everett; Hey, Klo

Klover; Yeah?

Everett; I got a really stupid but smart idea

Everett; How much do you know about this weird stuff?

Klover; I got some books and stuff, but idk much. Y?

Everett; Meet me at the park, the same one we met last night.

Klover; God damnit

Klover; Duck it, we ball

Everett; I’m bringing Jason

Then I texted my little brother… or more accurately, he messaged me first.

Jason; Why were you up so late?

Everett; Wdym?

Jason; My glasses were put away, my tablet is fully charged, so is my phone, my tv was off, and I was tucked in. Why were you awake

Everett; I was taking care of some things

Everett; Anyway, wanna go on a walk after school?

Jason; Sure

When I got home, I changed my clothes and grabbed my cat. Chevy purred and nuzzled into my shirt. I waited in the living room for my little brother. I watched as my mother looked at me from across the room, standing behind the counter that separated the living room from the kitchen. Her eyes narrowed and filled with disdain and disgust. I tried my best to ignore her, knowing she was trying to make me feel bad. I watched as my little brother walked in, holding his bag, bored and tired. He went to his room, threw his stuff onto his bed, and walked out. I nodded towards the door. Just before I could open it, My mom spoke.

“Lucille, honey, take the trash out before you go,” Her tone dripped with mockery as she said that name. I shrugged her off and took the trash out of the bin, tying it up and walking away. Jason put a new bag in and followed me out the door. After tossing it in the outside bin, I let Chevy peek out of my shirt. I kissed her forehead.

“Good kitty kitty…” I smiled. I looked over at Jason. “Come on, Klover is waiting for us.” I held his hand, looking at him as we walked. “Where’d you get that bruise?”

“Don’t worry about it…” I got in front of him and cupped his face. He sniffled, trying not to cry. “I don’t want to go to school anymore.”

“Why?”

“I got jumped.” My anger flared up and I pulled him close, hugging him tightly. “They told me I was a freak… I tried to stop them, I did…” I gently ran my fingers through his hair, trying to sooth him as his tears started to flow. I softly hummed, listening to him. “They told me I was a freak for having a freak of a sister,” He told me, “I told them you’re not my sister, you’re my brother, but they kept laughing at me,” I just held him, wanting to make him feel as safe as possible. “They kept making gross jokes, calling you awful things.”

“What did they call me, Jason?” I asked him, wanting to know as much as I could. I knew he probably didn’t want to relive the moment, but I needed to know.

“They called you things you told me not to say…” I simply nodded, having an idea of what they told him. I sighed softly and rested his head on my shoulder. I let him cry into my jacket. It was already covered in cat fur, it could handle tears. Holding back tears of my own, I rubbed his back. I hated how my little brother was being affected by this. He was only thirteen, he didn’t deserve to be bullied because of me. I cupped his face, turning his head towards me.

“Hey, rat-boy, look at me…” I waited until his eyes were on mine, “Don’t listen to them, ok?” I pulled him back into my arms, sighing softly. “They’re just a bunch of idiots who’s moms should have left them on some train tracks…”

“Like the ones where-”

“Yes, like the ones where I almost got run over…” I chuckled, patting his back. “Their moms should have dropped them down some stairs… maybe that would have knocked some sense into them.” I watched as he started to chuckle. I hugged him tighter, wanting to comfort him as best as I could. “Maybe toss them, full force, into a ceiling fan like I was.” He giggled, hiding his face in my shoulder and trying to keep quiet.

We eventually made it to the park. I saw Klover sitting on the swings. She had somehow managed to fit into the baby swing and was stuck. “HI EVERETT!!!” She called out, excited. I took my phone out and took a picture before walking over and helping her out, calling her an idiot the entire time. I watched as her face hit the mulch, hearing her groan as she slowly got up. “So why are we here?” Klover looked over and saw my little brother, as well as Chevy peeking out of my jacket, “And why are they here?”

“Klover, I think there’s more to this… weird fantasy bullshi-” I look at Jason for a moment, “...bull crap… than we think.”

“How so?” Klover crossed her arms. I led them both inside the playhouse, holding my cat as we walked up the stairs. Holding Chevy in my lap, I took a deep breath and pulled out my phone. After a moment, I pulled up the site that I had used last night. I held up the phone and showed them. I scrolled through the thousands of page links, each one for a new creature.

“Klover, if the mirror nymph was real, then what if all of these are real too?” I looked her in the eyes, seeing her nod in agreement. I looked at Jason, seeing he was confused. After a really, really long explanation, he looked at us like we were crazy. Then, hope filled his eyes.

“So skinwalkers are real!?”

“Possibly-” I heard him shout in pure excitement. Chevy hissed and hid in my jacket. I watched as he went down the slide, laughing loudly. Rolling my eyes, I kissed Chevy’s forehead to calm her. “Shh, kitty kitty…” I then looked up at Klover. “Anyway… if these are real, then that might explain quite a bit.”

“Well, I don’t know, but I have heard there’ve been reports of people hearing voices that sound almost… pained… inhuman in a way.” She shuddered, “I’ve heard them too, but honestly, I may have just been high…”

“Klover… I think we might have our next mission-” I was interrupted by Jason. He had peeked his head through the entrance of the tube slide.

“Sounds like a skinwalker!”

“Or a wendigo,” Klover chimed in.

“Or a doppelgänger…” I chuckled and added, “Either way… I think we should investigate.” I smiled. I paused for a moment before looking up, eyes wide with a smirk. “We need a name…”

“Why not Id-entity?” Jason shrugged. “We are looking for entities, and the id can stand for investigation department!” I shrugged and took out a marker, writing Identity HQ on the wall of the playhouse. I smirk.

“It’s settled…” I looked at Klover with a soft look in my eyes, then at Jason. “We’re officially a group.”

As we walked to the park where most people had heard the voices, I felt my heart start to race. Someone stood there, at the head of the trail, frozen in fear. I walked over and placed a hand on his shoulder. He felt cold, freezing. Out of pure sympathy, I placed my jacket over his shoulders. I looked at Jason and Klover, nodding towards him. “He must have heard something…” I sighed and started to try and get his attention. Eventually, I kicked him in the leg.

“Jesus christ, what he fu-” I covered his mouth before he could swear in front of Jason. That’s when we made eye contact. I froze, feeling my stomach turn and my cheeks heat up. His eyes were so beautiful… I pulled my hand away before shaking my head, snapping myself out of whatever Hallmark daze I was placed in. I gestured to my brother. He nodded before softly speaking, “Sorry…”

“The hell are you even doing out here?”

“I was just walking when I heard screaming,” He spoke, “I thought it was someone who had gotten hurt, so I called out to try and help them…” He looked at the trail. “I saw something peeking out, staring at me… it looked like a deer skull-”

“CALLED IT!!” Klover shouted. We all stared at her for a moment. She looked down and muttered, “Continue…”

“Anyway… it wasn’t human.” I nodded and looked at the others before starting down the trail. “Wait, where,” He looked at Klover and Jason as they followed, “Where are you guys going!?”

“To get rid of this thing…”

[thatsonemorbidcorvid]

Another article, about a different scheme aiming to address this issue

“They were telling me about a lady who ‘didn’t want to’ do it with the man. She doesn’t want it, she’s trying to run away.”

Abbey Wright was in a primary school classroom in Glasgow talking to a group of young boys about pornography when she began to realise how deeply children were being affected by what they were seeing online.

“It really stayed with me how these young boys focused right in on the lack of consent. It was very disturbing.”

A playwright by profession, she began speaking to children about porn, the internet and relationships – or what she calls ‘connections’ – in 2017 as part of research for her writing.

Six years later and having now spoken to an astonishing number of children – she estimates around 10,000 – she says there is more need than ever to listen to what children have to say about this.

As one 15-year-old told her: “Sex is a conversation. It’s not something you can physically sit down and teach. It’s not maths. There’s no set answer to it.”

We have to talk and listen to children

The question of how to stop children seeing pornography has dominated much of the discussion around the Online Safety Bill that is currently moving slowly through Parliament.

In 2020, the four largest online pornography sites – PornHub, XVideos, xnxx and XHamster – received a combined 11 billion visits a month – more than the number of monthly visits to Amazon, LinkedIn, Netflix, Zoom and eBay combined.

A recent report from the Children’s Commissioner, Dame Rachel de Souza, found that children are now on average seeing porn by 13 but many see it younger. Just over a quarter (27 per cent) have seen it by 11.

The bill will introduce age verification, which means any site hosting porn will have to ensure children can’t access it. Other countries are beginning to put age checks in place.

On 30 June, the UK Government said this would probably involve facial recognition ID.

But for now, we know children are accessing free-to-view sites in large numbers. And this means, says Wright, that we have to talk to them about what they are seeing – and most importantly – we have to listen to them.

Unique perspective

“Adults are terrified to talk to children, to start conversations about porn,” Wright points out. “So this is something children are coping with on their own. It’s such a mix of feelings for them, fear, interest, shame.”

She first became concerned by the impact of porn when she was working with teenagers teaching drama in a pupil referral unit for young offenders.

“The young people would often have porn on or put it up on screens in the room. They would be showing or talking about the weirdest things you can think of – all about violence and power. I started to think it would be an interesting thing to make theatre about.”

The National Theatre loved the idea and Wright set off down a path that would lead to her working with children’s charity Barnardo’s to interview thousands of children about porn, love, the internet and relationships. Her work first became a musical – Why is the Sky Blue? – and more recently helped create scripts for youth groups around the country to work from.

The conversations have given her a unique perspective on what children want – and the answer is – they want more conversations and they want adults to listen to them.

Accidental discovery

She says: “I did not go into a single classroom where there was not a child who had seen it – all the way down to early primary. It’s popping up in computer games. Or older siblings are showing them stuff.

“With the younger children I’d ask them – are there bad things on the internet?”

“Immediately hands would go up – they wouldn’t tend to use the word ‘porn’ but they would often use the language they had heard in lessons – saying ‘oh yes there are inappropriate things, we do see them’. “

As one six-year-old in London said: “Things pop up and I don’t know how to skip them. When things pop up that are inappropriate I just do my colouring in.”

With older children and teenagers, Wright found that accidental discovery was turning into a habit that some young people found difficult to control.

“A case that really stayed with me was a 12-year-old boy who told me that porn was easier than a ‘real woman’ because you don’t have to leave the house.”

He said: “It can be done on your own without anybody else. You never have to leave the house. It’s so easy. It’s like you buy a whole cheesecake and you’re like – this is a great idea – but you know it’s not. and you eat it and you’re genuinely full of shame.”

Wright says she has been taken aback by the thoughtfulness with which young people reflect on the experience of growing up watching porn, particularly as they get older.

She says: “As well as being horrifying, it is also a privilege to be in the room and having that kind of conversation.”

One 16-year-old boy reflected back on his experiences, saying: “Porn…[is] for convenience sake – you can get pleasure off of something that you have no connection with other than a sexual one. It’s kind of sad and kind of destructive.

“Porn is just two clicks away and it’s free. You can be completely emotionally detached while still receiving sexual pleasure. It changes you, how you think, how you see the world. It causes people to feel trapped and they just keep going down into this abyss. There’s no bottom to it. If you do get lost in it – and that’s the problem – I did kind of go down that rabbit hole.”

The idea of ‘falling down a rabbit hole’ – being pulled further and further into an alternative reality, came up in conversations again and again.

“It just gets better and better as you go further and further down the rabbit hole. With porn, you can flip through all these videos and go – nope, nope, nope, nope – imagine standing in front of real women and going nah, nah, nah.”

James*, aged 16

Several teenagers told Wright that they had felt unable to stop looking at porn. One boy of 12 told her that he had already recovered from a porn addiction with the help of his dad.

“That was another conversation that had quite an impact on me. To be 12 and to have already had to overcome a porn addiction – for the parent to have had to step in with that, it’s shocking.”

One 20-year-old man, looking back, said: “Pornography comes into your life and starts a relationship with you when you are young. I was a kid. When porn comes into your world things change. You go from being so playful to want to just watch pornography.

“What you think is attractive becomes very fetishised. Women become stereotypes rather than real people. It’s a toxic combination of pleasure and arousal with shame and guilt and loneliness as well.”

Wright wants more adults to listen to children and ask them how they feel about what they are seeing online.

“They are getting around parental controls. They are going to see this stuff to a certain extent even if we bring in new measures. So we need to listen to them, to engage them in conversation.”

The row over how to protect children from pornography has rumbled on in the UK for several years.

A bill that would have introduced age verification was halted at the last minute in 2019 – after being passed by Parliament – by the then Prime Minister Boris Johnson. Children’s groups including the NSPCC spoke at the time of their anger and unhappiness that protections were delayed yet again.

Campaigners warn that the slow progress – the bill has been being discussed in different forms for several years – is harming a generation of children.

“It’s free and it’s stress-free – because with a girlfriend there’s all these complications. The screen is going to do what you want no matter what you say or how you act. Porn starts a relationship with you when you are young.”

Ben*, aged 14

John Carr is secretary of the UK Children’s Charities’ Coalition on Internet Safety. He says there is not enough urgency about protecting children from the often extreme content on mainstream porn sites. He said: “Once the bill is passed we had hoped there would be six months until compliance but now we are hearing it will be 18 months to get the legal documents in place stating what companies need to do to keep kids away from porn. This is just baloney.

“Parliament had already approved age verification in 2019 when Boris Johnson pulled the plug at the last minute. The details were in place of how to make it happen. A generation of children is being failed – we need to act urgently.”

Not being heard

Wright stresses that young people had nuanced views on porn even as they struggled with how to process it.

“For those young people who were not heterosexual, they were given an opportunity to see porn that represented their real feelings. But there was also the problem of objectification of particular sexual desires and expressions.”

One 15-year-old boy told her: “Whenever porn is discussed everything is negative. But there may be an act happening in the video where it can make you feel less alone.”

A 17-year-old girl said: “I’m bisexual and I found that out through watching porn” while a 16-year-old boy said: “I’m gay and I remember the first time I allowed myself to watch the ones I wanted to watch instead of the women. It was like a massive relief, it felt amazing.”

Porn was held up by young people in comparison to the sex education they got in school – a mixed bag of information that, for some, had key information missing.

One 18-year-old remembered: “For biology GCSE we had to know… about vaginal intercourse, it didn’t talk about gay sex. I’d never had any education on gay male sex or gay female sex. I didn’t actually find out until I was 14 how gay men had sex and I was like – ooohhhh.”

For Wright, while the focus on better protection for children online is important, her biggest learning is that children are not being heard.

“I went in on this instinct that there was something troubling going on. But I had no idea of the extent or the complexity of the problem.

“Children learn coding at school, they understand the internet better than we do. What is needed is to find a way to talk to children about pornography, to contextualise it and listen to their experiences.”

*Names have been changed

In Eoghan Cleary’s wellbeing class in Temple Carrig School in Greystones, a group of transition year students are writing up the sexual expectations they think society has for their own gender. This is part of the Let’s Get Real Programme on media, popular culture and pornography, devised by the Dublin Rape Crisis Centre.

Earlier, Cleary showed them four television ads for perfume and fast food, to demonstrate how the wider culture is bombarding them with gendered and sexualised imagery from a young age. (He asks them: “What is the ad showing? What is the ad selling? What is the ad teaching men? What is the ad teaching women? How does this ad make me feel?” “Targeted and self-conscious,” says one girl to the latter question.)

It’s early on in the process so the students are still a bit shy, but that changes as the course progresses.

“What is expected of your gender?” he asks one group of teenage boys.

“I think dominance,” says one boy, speaking for the group.

“How do you feel you’re expected to show dominance?”

He looks down at the page. “We’ve written: Aggressive. Strong. Muscular and in control. Taking charge and making decisions.”

When the girls’ group is asked what they think is expected of their gender, a girl reads: “Be innocent and submissive, but know what you’re doing at the same time.” Another girl says, “Be hairless from the head down.” There’s a lot about body image.

Amid the sexual expectations, the words “slapping” and “choking” appear. As does a quote, apparently from controversial social media personality Andrew Tate: “Slap, slap, shut-up bitch.”

“Four years ago, ‘choking’ didn’t come up,” Cleary tells me later, “But now it comes up in every single class.”

All of the suggestions come from the students. Cleary is very careful not to bring in anything that they don’t introduce themselves.

After a while he says: “Are your parents the ones teaching you these things? Are teachers teaching you these things?”

They shake their heads. “Where’s it coming from?”

Several voices say: “Porn.”

Cleary is officially an English teacher. Five years ago in class, some of the boys espoused some misogynistic ideas and the girls began “actively responding to and rejecting those ideas. It was providing great debate in my English class but was also giving an insight into embedded beliefs that some of the guys had that were just totally not based in reality.”

He started a gender studies class as part of the TY wellbeing course. In the context of some of the attitudes he encountered, he asked, like today: “Who’s teaching you this?” There was a long silence. Eventually someone said, “It’s porn, sir.” Cleary sighs. “They gauged my response so closely and when they realised they could talk about it, that’s all we did for the rest of the class.”

At around the same time, he got a disclosure from a student about a sexual assault. He engaged all the support he could for her. At one point he asked her what else she’d like him to do. “And she said, crying, ‘Just teach us about it… this is happening to more people than me... Nobody’s teaching… that it isn’t appropriate.’”

He began to focus more in the class on consent, pornography and media literacy. Subsequently he got in touch with the Dublin Rape Crisis Centre and learned that it was working on the same things. The school now uses its BodyRight programme to teach consent and awareness of sexual violence to third years (within the SPHE hours), and its Let’s Get Real programme to discuss media literacy and pornography with TY students. Parents are supportive, he says. “I send something home at the beginning of every year with a list of the topics that we’re going to cover, so that if parents want to know what their child is discussing in school that week, they can continue the conversation at home.”

He has no strong opinions about porn use for adults. For him, this is about children and teenagers seeing things for which they have no safe context. He feels that most kids have been abandoned to their always-on smartphones and that adults, largely through ignorance, haven’t been giving them the guidance that they need. He has invited me to Temple Carrig to see what they do, and to talk to some students who’ve previously done these courses.

Pornography could easily reinforce a really unrealistic standard

Firstly, I meet a group of teenage boys from fifth year who’ve taken both the Let’s Get Real and BodyRight courses, and are happy to talk about it.

How did they feel about doing this course at the start? They laugh. “At first I was a bit uncomfortable,” says a boy named Neil*.

“I remember you in class,” says Eoghan Cleary. “‘Why do we have to do this?’”

“But hearing other people in the class talk about this stuff made me feel like it’s all right to talk about this stuff,” says Neil.

Did they ever talk about these things with each other?

“We might have joked about it,” says Jordan. “You didn’t delve into it too much.”

“You get slagged about it if you watch [porn], but you get slagged if you don’t watch it as well,” says Cillian. “But I didn’t understand that nearly all my friends had watched porn for pleasure... Before that you thought it was just you.”

When did they first see something inappropriate on the internet?

“I was quite young,” says Neil. “I was seven or eight and it was quite upsetting. I was at a friend’s house and I was shown it. And I remember we got in trouble. It made me think: ‘this is really bad’ and I couldn’t stop thinking of it. It created this fear.”

“The first time I saw it we got given out to too, but I just didn’t understand it,” says Liam. “I was just over at a friend’s house and he showed me this picture. And you saw it and thought that’s weird. I’m not touching that. It seemed so wrong to me. I was about nine.”

Did parents or teachers ever talk to them about this sort of thing before? “‘Sex education’ was a bit more straightforward,” says Neil. “‘This is sex. This is what happens with sex. Porn is bad’… But in Mr Cleary’s class we actually got to look into it. We actually got to go ‘Oh, this is how porn affects your mind.’”

What was different about this? “It was a conversation,” says Jordan. “And it was about the experience of sharing stuff. So it wasn’t just about getting the information taught.”

Did they feel a sense of relief that it was being discussed?

Everyone nods vigorously. “100 per cent,” says Jordan.

“In the class Mr Cleary made it feel like a safe space,” says Cillian. “He set rules at the start of the class and it really made me feel like what was said in the classroom didn’t leave it. When you’re talking about something so seriously, you start enjoying it.”

“We could trust Mr Cleary,” says Neill. “We feel free to talk about stuff around Mr Cleary and not feel like he’s judging us. It was nice to have that.”

Was it important that it was a mixed group with boys and girls?

“Definitely,” says Jordan. “Having an open discussion with both genders really made it feel more shared.”

“Hearing some of the stories that the girls were telling about being catcalled and stuff,” says Neil. “I’d seen catcalling happening and I didn’t think it was a big deal but hearing how they felt was an eye-opener for me. I didn’t understand that girls felt that uncomfortable in those scenarios... And it really opened up my mind to think about it.”

Do they think the messaging that they were getting from social media and pornography could affect how they saw girls and women?

“Definitely,” says Cillian.

“Pornography could easily reinforce a really unrealistic standard,” says Jordan.

“You wouldn’t really consider how it affects your thinking before,” says Liam. “Some things are obviously very blatant, but most of it is sort of subconscious. You don’t think wait a minute, this could affect me. And that could have an impact on a girl watching this as well.”

What about people who worry that courses like this teach you about the existence of pornography?

“It’s pretty hard to avoid,” says Neil.

“You’re always going to come across it,” says Cillian. “Whoever’s got a smartphone is going to watch it… It’s free and it’s literally everywhere, so figuring out the right from wrong is really helpful.”

“Not being taught about it, you aren’t able to guard yourself from it, you’re letting your brain get damaged,” says Liam. “And then you’re just going to grow up to be someone trying to fulfil that dominant, aggressive, unrealistic role. No one wants that.”

“And if it’s not talked about, you feel alone, thinking it’s just me,” says Cillian.

How do they think pornography affected them? “Some of the content [I saw] made me question a lot of stuff about sex itself,” says Liam. “How violent it seemed... It made me not like the idea at all and not want to be in a relationship.”

“It makes you nervous about going into relationships,” says Cillian.

“You’re scared about what people will think if you’ve got something wrong,” says Neil.

“Did that change for you?” asks Eoghan Cleary.

“Definitely,” says Liam. “[Sex can] have meaning when there’s thought and emotion behind it… When you see that content on your phone, it doesn’t tell you this is a loving relationship. It doesn’t seem like an expression of love; it tells you that it’s violence.”

Do you think these courses have had an impact on their relationships or future relationships?

“Before this I was really worried about getting into any sort of relationship, because I knew that there should be boundaries but I wasn’t sure what they were,” says Jordan.

“The sexual boundary thing [on the Bodyright course] that we did with Mr Cleary, that was one of the most helpful things we learned,” says Neil. “I was really scared about all that stuff. I was really worried that when the time came, that I wouldn’t know how to do it, how to get consent and how to be respectful. It was really good to learn there’s a proper way and to hear girls in the classroom say, ‘That’s fine’ was a reassurance.”

“I’ve been able to recognise when I feel uncomfortable,” says Liam. “And I know that I don’t have to do something just because they want to. Recognising that there’s some stuff you don’t have to go along with even though it’s made out that you should. Some stuff just isn’t okay. And you’re able to say that and bring it up.”

“It keeps people safe,” says Cillian. “You can talk to the opposite person much better and it’s safer for everyone.”

We aren’t teaching relationships and sexual education at the level that is relevant to the students, [and] children are filling that gap with the porn industry

Based on a survey which staff of Temple Carrig undertook at the school, more than 50 per cent of the student body regularly used porn. A quarter of the male students accessed it more than once a day. Five years ago, surveys suggested that children were first encountering pornographic images online at about 11 or 12. Newer surveys suggest that that’s dropped to as young as eight. Young people look at porn for pleasure, but also for education. Many of the girls look at porn to learn what they think is expected of them. Whether a student has ever actively sought out porn or not, it will likely have been sent to them on social media, and it will certainly be affecting the expectations of other young people around them. “It impacts on their lives as soon as they start having sexual interactions with people,” says Cleary.

He thinks that many Irish adults are in denial about what this means. Sex and pornography are usually dealt with by a handful of lessons given by teachers or parents spaced out over years. But as soon as children get a smartphone, they can access inappropriate content every single day.

It’s not enough to tell them that what they see in porn “isn’t real”, says Cleary. “They know it’s not real, but they don’t have an alternative. It’s still what they rely on to decide what’s expected of them… What kids are taught about sex in school is how to do it. But from the end of primary school they know how to do it… We aren’t teaching relationships and sexual education at the level that is relevant to the students, [and] children are filling that gap with the porn industry.”

Cleary thinks courses like these should be embedded in the curriculum, and not left to the discretion of individual teachers and principals who then need to fight for space on a competitive timetable. Caitríona Freir from the Dublin Rape Crisis Centre agrees. “Teachers frequently report a desire to do the [BodyRight and Let’s Get Real] trainings. However, they have difficulty getting cover for their classes. If [these classes] were recognised by the Department of Education, substitution cover would be provided for the teachers. Furthermore, if BodyRight and Let’s Get Real were included in the SPHE/RSE curriculum, we could ensure that all students were receiving relevant, standardised, evidence-based information.”

There are consequences to not taking this seriously. Every year, Cleary and his colleagues get disclosures from students about upsetting sexual experiences that sometimes constitute sexual assault. “We get between two and four a year that need external support, whether it be counselling or even Tusla or the guards.”

He can sometimes see a student realising, during these classes, that something they experienced wasn’t right. “They’ll remember something that they haven’t ever thought about before or realise that what they’re currently experiencing isn’t healthy and they’ll come and ask for support... I’m thinking of one girl in particular who was in a relationship that was not healthy. [She] sought our help and ended the relationship. I don’t think she would have realised otherwise, because there was just no space for her to reflect on it.”

And he wants to stress that boys are also vulnerable. “We��ve also had examples of guys coming [to us] upset having had sex with somebody over the weekend when they didn’t want to, but not feeling like they had the vocabulary to discuss it with the person.”

It [porn] makes sex quite scary for women. I don’t want that. I don’t want to be just for a man

A small group of fifth year girls who’ve done both the BodyRight and Let’s Get Real modules join us in the library. They’re smart and funny and eager to talk.

What guidance did they get about pornography before? “‘Don’t watch it!’” says Emma. “It would have been kind of negative. But in this class, we wanted to stay after the bell and keep talking and have discussions. When we came out, everyone had a completely different mindset on porn and everything else than we did when we first went in.”

“I think that they probably just thought that if they don’t talk about [porn], we wouldn’t really know about it,” says Anna.

And what sort of sex education did they get? “It was always very biological,” says Maya. “It wasn’t about relationships or any of that.”

Did they talk to each other about pornography? “I don’t think girls really talked about it that much,” says Emma. “If it was brought up in a conversation with girls in maybe second or third year, everyone would get really awkward and say, ‘I don’t know what that is.’”

“We’d talk about it now,” says Anna.

Is it accurate to say their generation gets most of their information about sex from porn?

Everyone says “yeah” together. “Or we’ve heard rumours from years ahead,” says Emma.

Do they remember the first time they saw something pornographic online?

“Pop-up ads,” says Emma.

“They’re the worst,” says Gemma. “Obviously you shouldn’t go on illegal websites but if you’re trying to watch episodes of a show that isn’t on Netflix, [you’d] see: ‘Elena is two kilometres away’… That was definitely the first time that I ever was exposed to something like that. I was really, really young. I was just like ‘What the hell is this?’ I was probably around six or seven. I was so confused about why anyone would want to see that.”

“When I first got an iPad, I think I was nine or 10, even the legal games you used to get had ads with cartoons of simulated sex,” says Iris. “And I had parental controls on my iPad.”

How did it affect you? “Mostly I didn’t want my parents to see it,” says Iris. “Because I didn’t want them to delete the app.”

“I was obsessed with the Harry Potter movies,” says Emma. “So I looked up the cast. I was looking at Daniel Radcliffe. And then something popped up: ‘See Daniel Radcliffe naked’…. Later that day, my mum and dad were like, we need to have a chat because we found naked pictures of Daniel Radcliffe.”

They all laugh. “I had my iPad confiscated for two weeks… I don’t think I saw anything [else] weird, apart from ads, until two years ago.”

Did they think about how pornography was affecting their lives before these courses?

“I was always really scared because I thought that because guys are watching it, even though you’re on the same level of experience, they’re still in a more experienced position,” says Iris. “But you don’t want to put yourself in a position where you’re watching porn that you don’t want to watch, just to see what to expect. It’s always about sexualising women.”

“How did that make you feel about what sex might be like?” asks Eoghan Cleary.

“Terrifying,” says Iris.

“It kind of makes you feel like you’re only there for the man,” says Maya, “like you have to be submissive and you have to take everything. It kind of makes it scary, because maybe you don’t want to be hit or whatever it is. It makes sex quite scary for women. I don’t want that. I don’t want to be just for a man.”

How did the courses help free them from those expectations? “Hearing the boys’ voices was the biggest head-turner for me,” says Emma. “I was just so surprised. They were actually thinking similarly to how we were thinking. Before the class I thought guys just wanted to use girls for their bodies... And then coming out of the class, it’s like, well guys think that they have to do all this stuff because girls want them to.”

“Getting information directly from people your age, rather than getting the information from porn,” says Gemma. “It was such a big difference.”

With each class you come out feeling better

Would they like more classes like this? “Totally, because we’ll be changed by sixth year again,” says Emma. “A class where you can all talk about what you feel… would be good.”

“And I think it should be an ongoing thing throughout the year,” says Gemma.

What could parents do better? “Maybe leave it longer before you give children technology,” says Anna.

“I think make yourself open enough that your kid feels safe to come to you to tell them things,” says Gemma, “instead of Emma getting in trouble for not even meaning to [download something]. You need to be open to listening to what they’re saying. ‘I saw this. I was scared’ or whatever.”

“Our parents were also brought up differently,” says Emma. “My mum, even a mention of [porn] is like, ‘How do you even know what that is?’”

How did they feel about the classes? “It was like a pressure being lifted off bit by bit,” says Emma, “With each class you come out feeling better.”

“It was very quiet at the start,” says Maya. “But then when you got into your groups, and you’re talking about it more, people started opening up.”

“I think we all felt more confident in ourselves,” says Anna.

Why is that? “In my head, before that course,” says Emma, “I’d think guys were expecting girls to do everything in porn and expecting us to look like the girls in porn, whereas afterwards having heard boys’ voices, you understand that that’s not how they think.”

“I felt like a lot of the guys wanted to have aggressive sex or for you to be submissive,” says Maya. “But then when you talk to them, you realise that they don’t want that, they just want to have loving sex. It was really eye opening to see that they actually didn’t want to be like the guys in porn.”

“It made me feel so much better that they were being taught about what we’re scared of,” says Gemma. “And that they can empathise and be understanding.”

What else did they learn? “We now know how important it is to talk to your partner,” says Maya. “That was one of the biggest points of the class. It’s not weird to talk about what you would like to do and then listen to what your partner wants to do.”

“If something was happening that I didn’t like before that class, I’d probably be like, ‘Don’t say anything, because that’s just going make the whole thing awkward,’” says Emma. She thinks for a moment. “Now I’d be more inclined to wait to lose my virginity… to wait until you find the right person and know that it’s going to be a nice experience.”

“Some people think classes like this will encourage people to have sex,” says Eoghan Cleary.

They laugh. “No one is going to listen to this and go ‘Right Mum, I’ve just learned about sex and now I’m going to go out and have it,’” says Emma.

Is there anything else they’d like to add? “I feel a lot more comfortable around the guys in general,” says Iris. “How I perceived them changed. And I think their perception of the girls changed as well. I think they’re a lot more mindful of what they say and how they think. And that’s made me personally feel a lot more comfortable around them… I think most girls or women will have had bad experiences with guys they know and I feel like personally, I’m a lot more comfortable around [these boys].”

“I think it was the best class that I had last year,” says Emma. “And that’s being in TY where you’re on trips every single day. You come out in a better mood, and you just come out feeling more confident and reassured about everything that you were so worried about before.”

* Some names have been changed

[sinner-sunflower]

Warren and the others stops at the foot of Mount Weather. They just need to pass through this mountain before arriving at their initial destination. They didn’t really plan on going in this direction but 10k insisted that this was a shortcut and the fact that he said there’s not much Zs in the area sold them on the climb.

Warren: 10k, are you sure this is a shortcut?

10k: We don’t really need to climb all the way. The woods lesson when we reach halfway through the middle.

Warren: How long will it take for us to get to the other side?

10k: A day and a half maybe.

Warren: Good enough for me.

Murphy: This is not how the savior of humanity should travel. I need a car!

Doc: The mountain is too rocky and steep to go by car.

They reach the lake 10k was talking about and there’s a cave on top of it.

Doc: We can bathe!

Before Doc can take his clothes off, Warren put a hand up. She sends a look to the others.

Warren: We’re not alone

Doc: Zs?

Warren: I don’t think so.

Addy: Then we have a bigger problem.

Warren: Ready your weapons

As the others pull out their weapons, there were a few clicks of guns heard all around. Definitely humans.

Warren: 10k, how many do you see?

10k: …..

Warren: 10k!

Doc: Kid, the lady is asking you a question.

But 10k still didn’t respond. Everybody’s looking at him now.

Murphy laughed bitterly.

Murphy: This boy set us up! I didn’t think he had it in him. It’s about time you show your true intentions. Ten thousand zombies my ass

Warren then points her gun at 10k, eyes sharp and deadly. Doc and Addy let out protests and are telling Warren to lower her gun at 10k

Warren: Did you?

10k: I-

A voice cuts off 10k. They all jumped at the person suddenly pointing his gun at Warren’s back.

JM: Pull that trigger and you’re all gonna be dead. turns to 10k Hi, sugar. Long time no see.

Addy: I wouldn’t do that points gun at person

JM: Eh. You guys are outnumbered anyway.

All around, people started coming out of their hiding places. They’re armed with guns of many kind, some Warren can’t even recognize.

Warren: sigh and lowers her weapons which made the rest lowered theirs too.

The man pointing to her head started to laugh out loud and whistled a tone.

Two people came forward in front of the gang. The woman raised a hand to signal the other people to lower weapons, who hesitantly agreed.

The gang noticed 10k come closer to the man and stood by his side, and the man just lets him.

Clarke: My name is Clarke and this is Bellamy. We are not your enemies, at least won’t be if you aren’t gonna be ours.

Her eyes move to Murphy.

Clarke: So this is the one you told holds the cure?

Murphy: yeah so quit starring yeah miss?

Addy: 10k who are these people

JM: you may be a girl but I won’t hesitate to punch you if you talk again

Clarke: Murphy.. Roberta Warren, yes? Warren: what of it

Clarke: We are people not from this world. We are from Earth but of a different dimension. We got stranded here 2 years ago and all we want is a way back

Doc: like space travallers?

Clarke: sort of

Clarke: we do not want anything from you but I think you may want something of ours

Warren: and what’s that? Clarke: protection from the oncoming hoard

In the distance, Warren can see the hoard of Zs they have been running away from getting closer and even without the run in from these kids, they most likely would’ve gotten caught

Warren: I’m listening

Clarke: you all are welcome here for as long as you wish. You are our guests and we will treat you as such because we hold 10k’s words with great value here.

Addy: how do we know this isn’t a trap to just kill us

Clarke: then leave as you please. But 10k will stay here for his own safety.

Warren: we’ll stay. Only until that shit ends

Clarke: good.. Bell?

Bellamy nodded and began walking away with 10k in tow.

Clarke: Jasper and Monty will assist you to your quarters. 10k will visit you later with Bellamy to talk about some ground rules. It’s a few simple ones don’t worry.

Clarke: do we have a deal?

Warren: yes

They shake hands

Clarke: Welcome to the 100

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I've had this idea for FOREVERR. sitting in my drafts and never continued. Just wanted to share.

It's basically a crossover au where the 100 gang gets transported to the Z Nation world for some scientific reason lol.

Before 10k met Warren and the others, he met the 100 and became close with Bellamy, Clarke, John Murphy, and the other main cast.

Clarke and the others are trying to find a way to get back to their world. There was one attempt that sent some of their group back but Clarke, Bellamy, and co didn't go through because they found out they couldn't take 10k with them. He physically cannot go through their portal, so they stayed behind to find a way to take him or help 10k's world be a better place for him.

once they heard of a "cure", 10k volunteered to go to find it and bring it back to Clarke and co. for they may help him make a surefire cure or immunity.

No malicious intent on 10k's part but this time he thinks that the 100's technology could be more of help than their own because it was obviously more advanced.

Kinda shipping him with Bellamy idk.

[stagnot]

“many a time i've tried to find reasoning behind your impertinence.” she prompted her fingers atop the table whilst watching gendry, who was further away in his... humble workshop. “and yet i've failed. if it is such a disservice for you to complete a task for your future queen and her family, perhaps i should take our commissions some place else.” from myrsini naturally 🤲

the bellowing of the smithy is familiar — it is the only point of safety gendry has allowed himself to indulge in when the rest o' king's landing still feels like he's about to walk himself into a trap, any moment he isn't careful. still, the goldcloaks are easy enough, really, to make a fool of. give or take a few years  — new whores comin' in, new wines t' taste, new sort o' war brewin' somewhere in the distance and takin' up the attention — they'll forget soon enough about any orders o' the past, about killin' any babes or boys with dark black hair, though gendry's taken it to shave his head every few days anyways. just in case.

what he hadn't expected were t' receive an order straight from the keep. or, rather, a peculiar order from a lady gendry knows well enough t' have came from the keep. ( after all, no one dresses that pretty, walkin' the street o' steel. ) naturally, he's distrustful of anyone from that dreaded place, and it may or may have not made an influence in the way he's spoken to her, despite the fact that, the red keep or not, she's still a customer. had tobho mott been alive, surely the old sod would've long knocked gendry's head sideways. but tobho mott isn't. and so —

gendry snorts, from behind the roar o' the fire - where he feels most at home, most welcomed in. ❛ by all means then, ❜ he responds, easily; not a moment t' lose.

in his hand, he's pulling out a blinding red metal away from the heat, and gendry is careful from makin' sure it's landed well enough across the surface where he's meant to shape it. he takes another tool, and begins drawing out the cooling substances, bending it until it's become the intended design. this particular customer has had a specific shape that they wanted, and if gendry's anythin', a bastard o' the fat king aside, he is a damn good smith. that much, along with a running mouth that he'd always tried to promise t' himself ( to the ghost o' arya, and the shape of davos' concerned face ) he'd school and mind again and again, he can promise.

❛ but y' must've known that you aren't gonna get a result as good with the sort o' price i gave, m'lady. ❜ cocky, aye, but who wouldn't be - with the teacher he had, with the skills that he's honed since he's six. ❛ — if it's any consolation t' ye, m'damn's mouth like this t' anyone. don't got much reason t' be so nice here in the workin' class, m'lady. ye' say what needed t' be done, and i give a price. that's all. flattery's usually for the courts, ain't it — or the street o' silk. m' no lord, m'lady, and with a dress like that ? you're too wealthy t' be workin' in the latter. ❜

answering @dionai with random asks.

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Halloween prompt no 31 (part 7)

Danny was having a rough time. His world had been destroyed by his idiot parents and now not only is he left to grieve almost everyone he loved alone, he was deaged to a small child and was forced to take care of a de-aged infant Ellie!

He never changed a diaper before, and while he's still mostly a fourteen year old mentally hewas mentally regressing at a rapid pace due to whatever Vlad shot them with before he died. Ellie is entirely a baby, not a thought behind those icy blue eyes. It was only a matter of time before he started acting his age whether he liked it or not, he needed to find safety for the both of them before that point or else they would be stuck running around the crime capital of the world at night as a toddler and a baby respectively. Even if their powers weren't shorted out they were going to get kidnapped.

So when he saw one of those bat people he only hesitated for a moment before he ran up to them and declared that they were his new Mommy. The bat lady was dressed all in black with nothing showing, the only thing that really stood out was the yellow bat symbol on her chest. She seemed to panic to a bit, trying to persuade him to go home.

He looked up at her with his big watery blue eyes, "But you are my home mommy. Don't you want us?" He asked, chin wabbling as he raised baby Dani up near his face, hoping thier combined cuteness would break her resolve.

It seemed to almost work but someone jumped down to the ally they were in and interrupted. A lady in purple said something about him, "Fitting the profile" but Dannys mind was gone at that point, replaced with the mind of a child. One that was adamant that the vigilante was his mom.

Unbeknownst to Danny, Oracle had heard everything from the beginning and patched the others through. The whole chat was in chaos trying to figure out who this kid was and how in the world someone mistook Cass in costume as thier mother.

Bruce thought raising kids and teenagers was hard, but this toddler got into everything! They kept pulling him away from the columnar trees that he insisted on trying to climb only for him to somehow get almost to the top once before crying his heart out. Someone had to get a ladder and get him down. At least he never tried to climb the tree again.

Another time he somehow got ahold of a jar of peanut butter and Bruce watched the kid shove his fist into it and lick his hand clean before repeating the process.

The baby was a saint in comparison. She didn't do much except cry. Cass had gone somewhere out of the city (probably to avoid this situation) and the boy has not taken it well. Alfred, bless him, has kept the child under control ever time he needed to while making it look easy. Bruce was jealous.

Bruce gets called dad two weeks in and bluescreens for a solid five minutes.

[the-book-gnome]

Habits

Word Count: 2.4K

Pairings: Azriel x reader

Warnings: angst, mentions of death, a little bit of fluff, petnames-sweetheart

Summary: This is loosely based on the song “Habits” by Genevieve Stokes.

You hardly ever leave your house, it’s terrifying even thinking about, but Azriel is there to help you, no matter how long it takes.

Part 2 of Habits

No one ever understood you. No one ever really stayed in your life, you didn’t blame them for leaving, after all, who would willingly stay with a hermit?

It’s not like you were scared of where you lived, it was probably the safest city in Prythian. There was always the possibility of something going wrong though, for example, your parent's death, which was also the last day you stepped outside.

It was a beautiful day, there were people everywhere, and everyone was happy and laughing. You and your parents had decided to go for lunch, but your brothers decided to stay behind, they were much older than you, you being only 15. Opting to try a new cafe that was quite a bit away from your house. Everything was going well, the food was delicious and there were hardly any clouds in the sky.

That was until the sky was covered, at first, you didn’t know what was going on, but then you heard the screaming. People were running to their houses, and big winged monsters picked them off the streets, tearing into them before they were even able to scream. Your parents grabbed you and took off running. You were too far from your house though, there was no way you’d make it.

Tears were streaming down your face, and your father's grip on your wrist was hurting. You were so close, only a hundred feet to your door, so close, yet too far. One second your father's grip was burning into you and the next it was ripped away from you. You heard your mother screaming, and your father was already back on the ground next to you. Your cries were drowned out by everyone else. As you ran towards your house, in a desperate attempt to get to safety, you tripped over a body. Your face was right about theirs, flashes of red and blue shown in the young boy's lifeless eyes.

Suddenly warm arms wrapped around you, you trashed and kicked but they didn’t let go. You looked up to see a beautiful blonde female. There were a few splatters of blood on her face, she cradled you to her chest and ran to the closest building. Carrying you with ease. She handed you off to the shop owner. When you opened your eyes you saw at least a dozen terrified crying children. The lady sat you down on the floor, wrapping you in a blanket.

It had been a while until you saw your brothers at the door asking if the shop owner had seen you. As soon as you unwrapped yourself you ran straight for them. Your eyes are puffy and red from crying. You heard one muttering a prayer to the mother for keeping you safe. After they thanked the shop owner they brought you back to the house, you confirmed what they already knew about the fate of your parents.

After that, you refused to leave the house. They tried to assure you it wouldn’t happen again but you refused to listen to them.

Then a little over a year later, the three of them volunteered to go fight in the war. You begged them not to but they went anyway, leaving you in the house alone for weeks. A part of you was still hoping they would return. When a knock sounded on the door you rushed over with a smile on your face, begging the gods it was them. But when you opened the door your smile fell at the sight of the spymaster, you had seen him a few times growing up but never with close. He informed you of the death of your brothers. For some reason, you just nodded and thanked him for telling you, even after you closed the door you couldn’t bring yourself to cry. Perhaps it was because you knew deep down they had died.

Your parents and brothers had plenty of money to their names for you to live off, the only problem you seemed to come across was food. That would include leaving your house. You were tempted to just starve to death in here but after two days of not eating anything, you have up. You put on a cloak, hoping it would conceal you from others and slipped a small dagger up your sleeve just in case something happened. When you made it to your door you heard a loud clunk noise. Releasing a released sigh you turned around and went to your kitchen. Your mouth fell open as you saw everything restocked. What looked like shadows were putting cans of food in your cupboards and other various foods in their designated places.

After that, there was no reason you needed to leave. Bussing yourself with reading or chores. Some of your brother's friends would come to see you at first, you dated a few but once they realized there was nothing they could say or do to get you out of your house they gave up. They always did. And every time they left you’d cry for a month before accepting it. You thought it might get easier with each one but it just made you feel worse. Like there was no hope for you.

Even after 10 years, nothing had changed. You were currently sitting by a window reading a new book the shadows had brought you, you thanked them every time after the first. They never gave up on you, and for that, you considered them your friends. And as crazy as that might seem it didn’t faze you much anymore. Especially since you talk to yourself every day. At Least you could see them, you weren’t actually going crazy.

It was almost 3 pm, which meant he was going to be here soon. He started coming by a few years ago, making up some weird story about how the high lord ordered him to go check on the families that had lost people in the war. But you could tell he was lying, his cheeks turned just a tiny bit pink.

A knock on your door had you shooting up. Throwing the book onto the chair you ran to the door. Perhaps it wasn’t the most healthy thing to rely on him so much, maybe you should meet other people but the second you opened the door those thoughts faded away.

Azriel stood there with his head cocked to the side and a smirk on his face. “Excited to see me?” His amusement is evident in his tone. He must have heard you run to the door.

“Nope, I actually was expecting someone else,” a blush rose to your cheeks. He pushed his way past you and headed for the kitchen, you heard him chuckle as you closed the door.

“I wasn’t aware anyone else knew you existed, a surprise to me truly.” Azriel opened the cupboards searching for something to cook for you. He always did that. At first, it was only once or twice a month but then it started getting more frequent, it was like he always wanted to be with you, like he wanted to take care of you. Now he came every night, without fail. He would inform you if he wasn’t coming, sometimes it was because he had to go do something for the high lord and other times it was because he was busy for the holidays.

“I have plenty of friends actually, I talk to many people. Even people I don’t know. Like the shadows that bring me food. We’re very close.” You plopped up on the counter next to him, he swatted your hand away when you went to reach for one of the spice jars.

“Mmm, and can these shadows talk to you? Or are you just talking to yourself the whole time?” He had a beautiful smile on his lips and a look in his eyes that seemed as if he knew something you didn't.

“Okay, first of all, I talk to myself all the time so that’s not at all out of the normal and secondly I hear them whispering things, unfortunately, they're too quiet to understand. But they still listen to me.” You stole a piece of a chopped-up carrot from the cutting board, popping it into your mouth before Azriel could grab it from you. “And for being my only friend, I’d say they make great company.”

“You’re only friends huh?” He wiggled his eyebrows at you making you giggle. Azriel's fiancés up chopping the various vegetables, not giving you any clues on what he was making for you.

“You know what I mean,” you hit him on his should and slipped off the counter, “Tell me what your making,” you whined behind him.

“Nope, you’ll just have to wait. You’ll like it though.” When you tried to peer around him to see what he was doing he pushed in front of you making it impossible to see. “So I was thinking that perhaps tomorrow you’d like to join my family and I for dinner?” Azriel seemed to hold his breath, hoping you’d say yes.

You let out a sigh, “You know I can’t Azriel, I don’t know why you even try anymore. It's pointless.” You plopped in a chair leaning against the back of it. “I’m going to grow old and die in this house.”

Azriel turned around and walked over to you, crouching down so you were face to face. “You can’t grow old, and if you never leave this house then I doubt you’ll ever die unless you use the stove, then I’m sure you’d end up setting this house on fire.” He gave you a small smile and rested his hands on your knees. “And we talked about this sweetheart, it’ll take time for you to get outside, I don’t expect you to take such a big step without any practice, but I promise you won’t have to be outside for even a second. I can bring you there without stepping a foot outside.”

Your cheeks flushed at the nickname, your brows furrowed in confusion, “I thought you said Illyrians couldn’t winnow?”

“They can’t, there is a way for me to do something similar, I won’t bore you with the details though. Will you consider it?” Azriel looked at you reassuringly. You knew even if you said no that wouldn’t upset him. He was unbelievably patient with you.

“I’ll consider it only if you make me cookies again,” A proud smile formed on your lips. He was an amazing cookie maker. You’d do anything for him if he made them for you.

He let out a breathy laugh nodding his head, “Whatever ever you wish.” Azriel stood up and returned to the cooking, you stood as well. “Also I got something for you, a gift for winter solstice.” He waved his hand and a pretty blue box appeared on the dining table.

“Azriel I told you to stop buying me things, I feel bad I can't give you anything,” the box looked beautiful, but the wrapping itself probably cost a lot.

“And I told you that I don’t expect you to get anything, I do it because I believe you deserve a gift every now and then.” His back was still turned to you. “Open it,”

You rolled your eyes and let out a dramatic sigh. Your fingers untied the ribbon when you opened the box your mouth fell open. It was a necklace with a beautiful sapphire in the middle. It was carved into a diamond shape and there were small sapphires connected to the chain. It was the same blue as his siphons. “Az…” you were speechless. The necklace was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen, well second if you're including Azriel.

You felt Azriel behind you. Heat radiating off of his body. You watched as his hands came into view. Grabbing the necklace out of the case, you felt something move your hair out of the way, it was soft, but it felt like it wasn’t really there. He brought his hands up to your neck, the necklace dropping across your collarbones. He connected the clasp in the back and moved your hair back into place. He placed his hands on your shoulder and turned you so you were facing him.

“Beautiful.” Azriel’s hand brushed your cheek. He took a step back to take you in completely. His eyes roamed your body. The dress wasn’t revealing in the slightest but that didn’t seem to stop him from acting like he was looking at the most beautiful female in Prythian. Ironically that was exactly what he was thinking.

“I guess we’re matching now,” your cheeks were bright red from the attention he was giving you. A smile tugged on his lips, nodding in agreement.

“Dinners done by the way,” Azriel mumbled, a wave of his hand and the table was set for two. He tore his eyes from you and sat down across from you. When you sat down food appeared Infront of you.

You asked him questions about his family throughout dinner, still unsure about going to dinner with so many people. He mentioned that if you decided against it, he’ll stay longer here with you than he usually does.

Once the two of you finished dinner he helped you clean up, you insisted that he didn’t since he cooked but he just ignored you. Now you were currently laying on your couch with a book in your hands, he sat in the chair adjacent to you watching the fire. It was a comfortable silence, sneaking glances at each other when the other wasn’t looking.

“It’s getting late, I should head home, thank you for having me,” Azriel rose from his seat and so did you. Walking with him to the front door.

“Thank you for dinner, and the necklace, it’s beautiful.” You smiled up at him. He pressed a kiss to the crown of your head.

“Goodnight sweetheart, I’ll see you tomorrow,” Azriel had a gentle smile on his lips. Gods it made you fall more in love with him than you already were. He was perfect in every way. And even after years of helping you and providing for you, he stayed. No one’s ever stayed this long. A part of you was scared he would leave you like the others but something about him made you feel tied to him.

“Goodnight Azriel, have a safe flight,” you kissed his cheek, he had to lower his head for you to reach. He gave you a quick nod before opening the door and exiting. Sparing one lance glance back to you he took off to the sky.