#i am both in a 'aaaah so many books' and in a 'i have suddenly forgotten every good book i've read' state of mind

[mllekurtz]

If you could make all your friends read one book, what book and why?

Hi, friend! ♥

Oh, this is a hard question. Both because I'm generally very persuasive (and/or my friends are very patient, bless) and they end up reading whatever I recommend, and because there are SO MANY BOOKS that I think everyone should read.

I'm going to go with the first title that popped into my mind, which is unsurprisingly The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet by Becky Chambers: the closest a novel has made adult-me feel to that sweet, irreplaceable feeling of making friends with make-believe characters you only get when you're a child.

I love so many things about it: the character-driven, episodic structure, the cleverness of the world-building, the way aliens feel properly, well, alien but their cultures and mores make total sense, and the fact that the author approached this with such a strong "cisheteronormativity? don't know her" attitude. I recommend the sequels as well (reflections on mortality and what makes us human? space racism? found family, so much found family?) but this book, to me, is a staple.

Also I'm very grateful to it because it's the reason me and @dawl-and-dapple are friends, so cheers to that!

(I am holding an AMA, send me your questions!)

[i-did-not-mean-to]

For the Romantic Bingo - The Perfect Proposal, :)

Aaaah Pixie, my dear...

Okay, let's see...

Proposal II

Words: 1,5k

Characters : Thorin x reader

“What are…”

The words die on your lips as you step onto the narrow ledge; Thorin holds out his hand and you almost stumble over your own feet at the sight of the golden light pouring over him.

He looks so much like the statues of his forefathers and yet, he’s nothing like them for – under the surface layer of silver and gold – he hides a beating heart so ferociously alive that neither stone nor ore might keep it in check.

“I need to talk to you,” he smiles softly, pulling you closer to his side, his feet firmly planted on the rock that is his cradle and his home.

A strange feeling washes through your veins, diluting your blood and making you feel weak in the knees; since his coronation as the rightful king of the Longbeards, Thorin has kept you close – a valuable councillor and a valued friend – and you wonder if your time by his side has come to an end.

The mere thought clenches like a fist around your aching heart; you are in love with him, you have been for a long time, and it frightens you to even imagine being sent away.

It is so incredibly hard to pierce the mask of stoic self-control that he wears day-in, day-out.

Moreover, Thorin – like almost every other dwarf you had ever met – was ridiculously private, so this meeting could mean anything and its exact opposite.

“My friend,” he says while turning to the sinking sun, “I am much like this day.”

“Beautiful? Perfect? Warm and sunny under the dark clouds?” you supply and make him chuckle by waxing poetic with so much more ease than him.

“No, diminishing,” he replies calmly, “I am no longer a young dwarf…”

He turns back to you, seeks your gaze and holds it for a long moment, his hand lifting as if to caress your cheek.

You know that he’s right, but you disagree with the notion that his best years are behind him.

“What follows should be the happiest decades of your life, Thorin,” you promise, “this is the moment when you can rest and recover; your heir is strong, and your future is bright.”

The hand in yours twitches as his smile broadens, melting like wax under the onslaught of a steady flame.

“Do you like it here?” he then suddenly asks and nods at the vast expanse stretching endlessly before your eyes; once a desolate plain, it is now speckled with the signs of stubborn life sprouting roots that reach deep into the heart of the earth and throwing out living arms of growth to reach for the sky.

“This is home,” you reply. You are home, but that, you do not dare to say.

Is this the moment where your king tells you that he has no need of your services anymore? Is this the second where your heart is shattered by the rejection of a love that has never breached your lips only because it has never crossed his mind?

“You seem tense, my…love,” Thorin comments, shrugging off his heavy cloak to settle it around your shoulders to keep you warm as the sun sinks inexorably into the horizon like a ball of flame extinguished in a lake.

So many fires have died in that body of water, you know, but – unlike Smaug – the sun shall rise again and grace everyone with another shower of pale light.

“What are we doing here, my king?” you ask softly, tugging at his hand lightly to draw his attention from the landscape to your face; you refuse to think about the soft word spoken with such conviction.

Hope is a dangerous blade that cuts both ways as well you know.

How you relish in his beauty; it is the pulchritude of thrumming life rather than the cold perfection of a statue, and you’d take his wrinkles and scars over an idealised painting any day, no matter how flawlessly smooth it might be on the surface.

“I…” he falls silent again, his brow knitting in concentration as he goes over decades of book learning, societal and cultural norms, as well as basic life experience in search of the right words to say.

“I wanted to be alone with you,” he admits after a moment, “and – depending on your answer – we might well have to re-enact at least part of this conversation at a later date…”

“Yes?” you prompt him, your heart beating furiously in your throat and your hand growing sweaty in his broad, rough palm.

“I wanted to offer you what I know I can promise,” he says, his eyes shifting from the radiant, vibrating blue of sunny days into the velvety, crystalline hue of winter nights, “a land, a mountain, and a heart that have seen too much war and are still fighting their way back to…prosperity. I know not if any of them shall succeed.”

“Look, Thorin,” you cry out, pointing wildly at the small tufts of unyielding bushes pushing through rock and cracked earth, “life will find a way. Worry not, my king.”

To keep you from tumbling off the face of the mountain, Thorin tightens his hold on you and his smell – smoke, leather, and clean skin – envelops you like a physical blanket.

“I…your king, you say,” he mutters, his heavy brows furrowed, and his lips pressed into a thin line, “is that all you see when you look at me? Is getting the crown the last thing I had to achieve?”

You chuckle at that.

“No, Thorin, but my king you are indeed.”

“I don’t want to be your king,” he exclaims in quiet frustration, “I want to be your husband.”

“Even if you were my husband, you’d still be my king,” you contradict him automatically before you even fully realise what he has said.

“Pardon me?” you whirl around and – this time – you really almost throw yourself off the narrow ledge you’re standing on.

“You are impossible, woman,” Thorin laughs, throws you over his shoulder and carries you back into the mountain.

In the soft light of the torches, his eyes change hue yet again, and in those soft azure depths, you discover a well of love and affection of which you might have heard the gurgling echoes without ever daring to approach the stone wall surrounding the precious source.

“Then let me be your king,” he exclaims passionately, pulling a satchel out of the pocket of his tunic and handing it to you almost shyly.

Opening the bag, you find a necklace of rare beauty and a ring wrought around a stone the exact same shade of ever-changing blue as his eyes.

“Those are beautiful!” you gasp, letting them flow like water through your fingers before remembering how undignified such a display of greed is.

“They’re family heirlooms,” Thorin explains not without pride, “but if you don’t like them, we can have new ones made…”

“Stop, Thorin,” you interrupt him, “I love them; they’re gorgeous. Be so good and repeat your suit!”

Clearing his throat and muttering how you’re almost as bad as the Elven king when it comes to form and proper procedure, Thorin enunciates painstakingly: “I, Thorin II, you may fill in the numerous titles and epithets yourself, the dwarf to whom you’ve been friend and confidante, nurse, teacher, and solace, am asking you – respectfully – to accept my courtship so that – if I manage to win over your heart – I might claim your hand in wedlock.”

For a good moment, you cannot find the words to express the whirlwind of confusion and joy tearing you apart from the inside out as it rages through every corner of your soul and heart.

“I accept,” you finally reply, in a voice as calm and official as his has been.

You don’t fully understand what his words entail, but the idea that Thorin will try to woo you is at the same time ludicrous and utterly exciting to you.

“Between you and me – and I admit that is the main reason why I wanted to do this in private – can you at least set my mind at ease and tell me if there is any chance that I will win you over? I am aware that– beyond the title – I have not a lot to offer compared to younger suitors.”

“Loyalty, honour, and a willing heart?” you supply softly, cupping his bearded cheek in one hand and rubbing your thumb over the dark shadows of fatigue and grief under his radiant eyes.

“Oh, my love,” he sighs longingly, “I am battered and bruised, grumpy and – if my nephews are to be believed – ‘stuffy’, but I do love you and I’d do anything within my power to prove myself worthy of your love.”

“We shall see, Thorin Oakenshield, we shall see.”

[softrenjunnie]

“we can’t do this” kisses

pairing: slytherin!chenle x gryffindor!reader

genre: fluff, slight angst?? idk tbh, harry potter!au

warnings: none, maybe a swearword somewhere

wordcount: 1.6k

message: thank you for all of the love on my “collection” posts, aswell as everything else i’ve posted. i really really appreciate it and it means a lot to me. i honestly dont know about this one, i had a good thought but then... idk what the end is. anywayssss i hope you enjoy? feedback is always gladly accepted but pls be easy on me about this one lmao :// also you dont even wanna know how many times i typen cnehle instead of chenle, ive seen that video too many times.... second also; sorry for being so slow w my updates, ive been having less time and inspiration to write recently... :( third also: not spellchecked aaaah gonna try to do that tomorrow but im too tired rn :/

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Many months had passed since you last spoke to Chenle. Heck, if it hadn’t been for the fact that you were seated next to him in muggle studies (because the seats were fixed and you had decided on the first day of classes that you wanted to sit together), you wouldn’t even have been near him. 

You’re a Gryffindor, Chenle is a Slytherin. Your mother is an auror and your father works for the Minister for Magic, while both Chenle’s parents were known death eaters. Or, well, they weren’t known when you started dating him, and if they had been back then you wouldn’t have gotten yourself involved with him.

Your parents had met Chenle several times, and they were always supportive of your relationship. But you wished you could say that they had been equally as supportive after it was discovered that his parents were death eaters. Your mother had sent you a letter the day they found out, and when you didn’t respond, your father traveled all the way to Hogwarts to talk to you in person and ban you from ever speaking to Chenle again, by threatening to take you out of hogwarts if you didn’t follow his orders. They had even made sure your friends and most of your teachers knew you weren’t supposed to meet him, so they would drag you away from him if you even as much as tried to talk to him.

But that didn’t mean that you weren’t looking at him. Or talking about him. Or thinking about him. That didn’t mean that you didn’t know exactly where he was at 99% of the time or that you didn’t know what was happening in his life. And it most certainly didn’t mean that you didn’t love him. Because you did. You couldn’t just shut off your feelings, no matter what your parents wanted.

Many parents had sent in threatening letters to the headmaster, telling him to expel Chenle because his behavior could inspire other students to learn about dark magic. But the headmaster always responded by saying that there would be no punishment for anyone based on what their parents had done, because children don’t necessarily take after their parents. And you were so thankful for that - because he was completely right. Chenle was not at all like that. He had been distancing himself from his parents as much as he could since the moment he found out about them over seven years ago; he’d even left them to live with his grandmother instead. You just wished your parents understood that. 

You often found yourself looking down the hallway in the dungeon when you had finished potions class, hoping to see Chenle strutting to or from his common room with his friends. Or thinking of him when his favorite dish was sitting right in front of you at dinner, making you throw a glance over at his usual spot by the slytherin table to make sure he was digging into it as usual. 

Except, one day, he wasn’t at dinner. You didn’t stop looking when you couln’t see him in his usual seat; you searched the entire slytherin table from your place across the room with your eyes, in case he’d decided to get a new seat; and then you searched the rest of the great hall in case he was talking to a teacher or someone from another house. But there was no Chenle. You thought it was very strange, as he never missed a meal - so you excused yourself from your seat and instead walked over to the slytherin table. By the end of it sat the people who you recognized as Chenle’s best friends, Renjun and Jisung, two full blood slytherins whose parents were speculated to be working with Chenle’s. They didn’t look too happy to see you.

“What are you doing here?” Jisung sneered at you once you came close enough to hear.

“I’m just wondering if you know where Chenle is,” you said, voice much calmer than the one that spoke before you.

“Why do you care,” Renjun spat right after swallowing down a piece of chicken. “You’ve made it pretty clear you don’t want anything to do with him anymore.”

“Oh, and you are mad about that?” Even though you had tried to remain calm, you could feel the anger boiling inside of you.

“Yes, Chenle is-“

He had barely just started talking when you cut him off. “You think you’re mad? There are people who are suffering way more from this than you, you idiot. Try to get that thought through your small brain. Maybe the person who’s been ignored, or maybe the person who’s going to be kicked out of hogwarts if she is seen speaking to Chenle.” You hadn’t been able to hold back - but it felt good. When you were done with your mini-rant, you straightened your posture again and looked at the boys with calmer eyes. They seemed surprised, and possibly a bit scared, and Jisung had dropped his fork from his mouth to his plate with a loud thud when you started. “So, I would really appreciate it if you could tell me where Chenle is at.”

Even though they were frightened of what Chenle had threatened them with doing if they spoke about his whereabouts, they told you about how Chenle had said that he wasn’t feeling like having lunch and was probably sitting in the library to study for his exam the next day. Forgetting all about your friends back at your table (and the risk of them seeing you by the slytherin table and connecting the dots), you hurried out of the great hall and made your way down the hallway towards the library.

Your mind was blank, you didn’t know at all what to say to Chenle if you even found him. Yet there was something telling you to go; something inside of you forcing you find him. He had his favorite spot in the library, by one of the windows deep inside, so when you finally made it into the library, you knew exactly where to look. And sure enough, staring into his history of magic book, he sat by the same table as he always did. He hadn’t heard you as your last few steps had been soft, so you faked a quiet cough to get his attention. 

“What are you doing here?”

You sighed at the tone in his voice - you had been a bit surprised before you reminded yourself that you shouldn’t have expected anything. Instead of answering his question, you asked him one. “Why weren’t you at dinner?”

He put his book down and stood up, frowning at you. “Did you seriously come here just to ask me why I didn’t have dinner?”

You shrugged and looked down at your feet, suddenly feeling shy. “Yeah,” you mumbled.

“Okay, so,” he started, pacing slowly towards you. “you don’t speak to me for weeks, maybe even months, and then you come all the way to the library to ask why I didn’t have dinner?” You looked up from the ground to see him staring right into your eyes. “Not really that believeable.”

You didn’t know what to say. The day you had been banned from speaking to him, you had walked straight up to him to tell him that you wanted to break up with him. That’s it. No explanation, not giving him any chance to talk to you. And you hated it, but you weren’t sure how to make it better.

“Shit, Chenle, I’m sorry. I really am,” you sighed, holding back the tears that were threatening to fall from your eyes at any moment now from seeing how angry he was. He had never before looked at you with such flames in his eyes as he was right now. “I... I don’t know what to do to make you understand-“

He cut you off, his tone piercingly sharp. “Just tell me. Tell me the truth.” You blinked a couple of times, hoping that it would help push the water in your eyes back. “Is it because of my parents that you act like I suddenly don’t exist?”

“Yes but-“

And again, he didn’t let you speak. “I though you knew me. I thought you saw me for who I am, not for who my parents are.”

You couldn’t hold back. You stepped towards him, cupping his face in your hands and scanned his eyes for any sign of doubt (except for his continuedly frowned eyebrows). It was like a magnetic force pulled you to him, that pulled your mouth to his. You could instantly feel how much you’d missed this feeling, even though it was barely just a brush. 

Chenle pulled away almost the exact moment you’d launched forward, and though his expression was hard to read, it told you that he wasn’t angry at you. He let out a shaky breath, as he dropped his head to let his forehead rest on your shoulder. “We can’t do this...” he mumbled, his arms snaking around your lower back to hold you close. 

You held him around his shoulders, leaning your head on top of yours. “I’m so sorry, Chenle. I’m going to find a way to fix this,” you mumbled. “My parents... they made sure I didn’t talk to you. I’ll do something to make this right.” 

“But before that, can you just hold me?” 

You might have ignored him for such a long time, but that didn’t mean that you had stopped loving him. Nor that you weren’t ready to fight for your relationship. 

[vaguely-concerned]

Mass Effect: Annihilation thoughts

TL;DR I fucking LOVED IT, a balm to my heart after struggling through Nexus Uprising! Also canonical lesbians! The sweetest quarian & his badass grandma! Elcor Hamlet except this time it’ll make you cry!!! 

- Aaaaaah the audiobook reader is Tom Taylorson (so male Ryder)!! Fryda Wolf (female Ryder) read the two others and did a nice job, but man I’m soft for his voice in a way only rivaled by (...outside-of-Overwatch!)Jennifer Hale and Nicholas Boulton haha. He also has a much better handle on the pronunciations and voices for the different alien species -- delightful, I’m still cackling over his pitch perfect elcor impersonation. (Bioware please give him more Scott Ryder to voice I miss my son)

- I’m only about half an hour in and this is already SO much better than Nexus Uprising, it really does feel like a brave new galaxy haha. Very funny, very warm and smart and engaging in how it does its characterization and Valente clearly has affection for the setting and the universe, she and Jemisin both do incredible jobs with these. 

- I’m fucking crying laughing at this cross-species near-brawl over a flower arrangement, god I love Mass Effect SO MUCH (what a neat idea though. something blooming quietly even when no one can see it. impractical as hell and hilariously including a high-nutrition celery now, but still neat)

Taylorson continues to wonderful things with the voices, that volus suit sound is so good. (he’s just generally really good at comedy) also a volus bellowing insults ‘moments before punching an anti-bouquet batarian in the groin’ sdafhjklsahfsjadkhfklajshdfkjlsadhf

- a high as a kite elcor... what a time to be alive, to get to read this book

I have already reached the ‘I LOVE EVERYONE IN THIS BAR’ stage with these characters, hard boiled drell detective lady and sweet sweet quarian first officer and manically enthusiastic elcor doctor TOT I would die for any one of you!!!

- The quarian/multispecies ark was built for long-term habitation, potentially over multiple generations. So what you’re telling me is that the quarians are the only ones who fucking thought this through and the rest of the Initiative probably should have listened to the people who’ve essentially been living on arks for ages. Who’d’ve thunk huh lol. (I guess the in-universe explanation is that people like the mysterious benefactor just wanted those arks yeeted to Andromeda ASAP, no time to get fancy in case the Reapers changed up their schedule. Fair enough)

- ;n; petition to let senna have a SAM pls (also uh. how happy do you think the stringently anti-AI quarian pathfinder will be when he finds out about everyone else’s SAMs lol lol lol he’s going to PASS OUT FROM RAGE upon meeting ryder. well he sounds like an asshole, I hope he dies so senna gets a chance)  

- I can’t BELIEVE yorrik is an anti-stratfordianist, i am betRAYED! disgraceful, how can I still love you knowing this (and yet I do he is extremely funny and sweet)!!! (at least his theory is that this so-called ‘shakespeare’ was actually an elcor, which makes it better somehow lol. anything so long as he’s not an oxfordian tbh)

senna and yorrik’s friendship is so good and wholesome 

- I really love the consistent alien POVs in this book, mass effect should indulge in this more -- everyone loves this universe so much, bioware, stop making us squint through a human lense to look at it!!  

- oh of course quarian ‘pirates’ exist, the people who’re thrown out of the fleet must be doing something huh. 

- haven’t written that many notes in a while just because I’m enjoying myself so much, I keep forgetting 

- lfsdkhfsajkldhfskadjhfsjakdfhsdkjfh communist volus!!!! this is not a drill, communist volus! I am completely and utterly charmed by this entire book

- the quarian ancestor VI is so interesting and weirdly touching. senna is adorable (and relatably neurotic lol)

grandma AI smoking T___________T I love everything about this, she’s so cool. the worldbuilding being done around pre-geth revolution rannoch here... exquisite 

- way to make me cry about batarians cat valente ;_______;

- the voice acting is SO FUCKING GOOD! I keep forgetting it’s one dude reading all these characters haha, I caught myself wanting to look up who voiced this dying batarian. (special shoutout that he does so many wonderfully distinct and specific female voices!) 

- haHA I KNEW the quarian VI was a full AI (or near enough that it makes little difference tbh)!!! this fabulous grandma was self aware the entire time b i t c h e s !!!!

- the running joke of borbala’s ‘you need ______? I can make _______ happen’ is SO satisfying hahaha

ooooooh serious femslash vibes!!!! initially I thought batarian ex-crime matriarch was too old for drell PI, but this is undeniable. (I don’t think we actually ever get to know how old annex is, anyway, come to think of it) I guess if asari get to be five times older than everyone else and still fuck freely this isn’t really that weird lol

- “don’t look! it’s not so bad if you don’t look!” ofhsdalfhskldlsfjas oh senna baby boy 

hey qetsi? qetsi both senna and I love grandma liat more than you. stand the fuck down 

- NOOOO GRANDMA LIAT ;______________________________________;

- do you think SAM could meet liat (either ship!liat or just grandma!liat).... and have... a friend ;_________; (a cool laidback friend who isn’t a murderous angaran ai who might very well go the murder suicide sort of friendship route lol) 

anyway I miss SAM a lot and love him??

- yorrik noooooooooooo this is awful everything is bad and terrible I love all of them so much why must senna be sad and watch everything he loves fade away 😭😭😭

“Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood/Clean from my hand?” He realized he’d forgotten to preface the words with an emotion. Now they wouldn’t understand what he meant.

Oh. Oh what a way to drive home the sadness and loneliness of this moment f u c k  (and again the emotion taylorson brings to it jesus cHRIST) 

I’m destroyed over how much senna and yorrik love each other, cross species found family out here wrecking my heart in true mass effect style 

- yorrik is such a great character though. he’d be so easy to make a one-note joke character (like most elcor have been in canon lbr), but there’s nuance and depth and just enough satsifyingly believable alienness there. (I love the staunch elcor ‘you can’t call anything love that hasn’t lasted at least two centuries’ perspective haha) his memories of his childhood and disappointment with his profession and everything... goodnight sweet prince indeed :(

- they went and made elcor hamlet heartbreaking how dare they 

(to be real for a second I think some of the human culture references are a little bit clunky, but the elcor hamlet stuff is perfect. contextualizing a throwaway joke from the original trilogy and giving it emotional depth, helping us see it from the elcor perspective and how frustrating and lonely it is to be so fundamentally not emotionally understood or seen on a level most of the other races are, despite their other differences, even though you have all these feelings and want to communicate... its very good.)   

fun additional fact: both mordin and yorrik have played/wanted to play polonius in a production of hamlet! though I guess mordin is the slightly problematic fave in that duo and yorrik is a sweet melancholic angel who has never done anything wrong in his life, I would say protect him but I guess it’s too late for that D:  

- qetsi giving off some real ophelia vibes here, I wish yorrik was here to see it, he’s the only one who’d properly appreciate it despite it all

- I. am. SO FUCKING HUNGRY for more mass effect after this (well even more so than usual) I’m so hyped!! I love this universe so much! I want a new andromeda game with senna as quarian pathfinder and grandma liat as the ship’s AI and see how they interact with ryder and SAM! (honestly though I feel like senna might be the one who’d translate the most cleanly into a game, I think there’s a lot of potential in him that’s barely being realized towards the end there with his deep righteous rage cutting through his uncertainty. also I just want nice things for him. is that so much to ask. he is a good boy, yorrik was so right.)

- aaaah not just femslash vibes, canonical lesbians, this is not a drill! I can’t wait until they propose... ‘we get shit done together, want to be in good cop/bad cop with me until the day we die y/n?’  

- the ME universe doesn’t feel quite itself without all these ‘background’ species hanging around, I suddenly realize. I dream of an Andromeda sequel with all of them on the board and in play again Y-------Y 

- potential Liat and SAM dynamics are so fucking interesting though! if she becomes/is confirmed as a full AI (all I hope and dream of), you’ll have two artificial intelligences with such different starting points but not that dissimilar goals? Liat was an organic person once who’s looking out for her family even now, and SAM is completely artificial but also intimately tied to and protecting His People. (and pulling a whole lot of symbolic weight re: the strength of familial/interpersonal relationships to boot; he’s the best way alec ryder managed to connect with his children. even though he was dead. because as established alec ryder was a disaster of a person)  

- I enjoyed the loose murder mystery structure of this quite a lot, but that might also be because nexus uprising is so shapeless and meandering by comparison that I’d be relieved by anything else (sorry I’ll stop ragging on NU soon it just. took some hours of my life I can’t get back)  

- jemisin did great stuff for characters already in andromeda (cora, SAM, alec ryder) and valente made me remember just why I love this universe so much and desperately want these aspects brought to andromeda too... and now I’ve exhausted all the fresh mass effect content I had available to me and will sit here consumed with lust for the rest of the time it takes for a new game to be announced thank you and goodbye  

[cordoniasmost]

As the World Burns - Part 4

Story: Blood Bound

Pairing: MC (Amy) x Adrian x Jax x Dracula x ? (it’s basically a clown car up in here, y’all!)

Warnings: Language, violence, sexual innuendo/discussions, pregnancy, date rape

Word Count: 2449

Find Part 3 Here

A/N: When I stumbled on the theory about MC being pregnant as the reason for the “darkness within” line from yesterday’s chapter of BloodBound (Book 2, chapter 14), I had to write something super dramatic and funny (read: ridiculous) because what’s life without a little whimsy? Haha :)  This series is going to be 3-4 parts.  Enjoy! (This really went off the rails... sorry not sorry! lol)

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Amy wasn’t surprised she’d gotten Drac to agree to go on this ridiculous spectacle people called a TV show. What has my life become?  Neither Adrian or Jax were happy about the idea of doing this, both of them much preferred keeping their private business, well, private. When she’d reached out to Drac to explain the situation, as she’d predicted he was less than enthusiastic about doing anything to make her life easier.

Also as she’d predicted, he was more than willing to donate his DNA once he’d heard it would be a televised event. She’d just conveniently forgotten to mention that this particular TV show aired on daytime cable TV and was watched mostly by bored housewives. I guess that plays right to his target audience, though. Huh. 

She found herself now backstage amid the hustle and bustle of preparing to film this monstrosity.  Amy had been binging past episodes of this show to prepare herself for what to expect and she was pretty horrified at what she was about to go through, but it was more important to her to know what she’d be dealing with father-wise when it came to her baby than she was worried about her pride.

“We don’t have to do this, Ames,” Jax said, watching her wearily. “We really, really don’t have to do this.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Yes, we do. I need to find out and this is the only way to be sure. It’ll be over quick and by the end of today we’ll know.”

Adrian was pacing the room, not looking at either of them and not speaking. “Adrian? Are you okay?” Amy asked hesitantly. 

He ran a hand through his hair, sighing loudly. “Not really. I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

She could relate to how he was feeling. She couldn’t believe she was doing this, either.

“I know, but thank you,” she said, standing and wrapping her arms around his waist. “I know this is basically the worst possibly way any of us could imagine to do this, but hopefully no one will see it and we’ll get the answers we need.”

He pressed a quick kiss to her forehead. “Hopefully.”

**

The bright studio lights were hotter than she’d expected and Amy found herself sweating her makeup off. She tried to believe that despite the high definition TV cameras projecting this shit show all over the country, they wouldn’t somehow catch the beads of sweat on her forehead or the trickle running down her throat. 

She rested her hand on the swell of her belly, rubbing gently this new life she’d created. It had been a couple of weeks since she’d found out and her pregnancy was progressing more quickly than a typical one would. She felt better, though, and she was thankful for that now as her stomach rolled with nerves. Not that many people watch this circus, do they? 

To her left sat Jax and to her right, Adrian. To Adrian’s right was Drac looking just as eccentric as ever with a black sheer lace bell sleeve top and leather pants. He had his long hair loose and wavy and about 100 chain necklaces around his neck. Seeing him under these bright lights, she couldn’t imagine what the fuck had gone through her mind when she’d let him fuck her against the ceiling. The fact she was revealing this fact to the entire country disturbed her on a level she wasn’t ready to deal with at this point. She swallowed and buried those thoughts deep, deep down inside, slamming the lid on that particular horror. 

She’d process it later, or maybe never, she thought.

Amy brought her attention back to the host. Maury Povich. The man had been profiting off of other people’s ridiculous drama for years and he was damn good at it. He had become famous for his lines, “You are NOT the father!” and, “The lie detector test determined THAT was a lie!” He smiled warmly as if he truly cared about them and Amy decided that was where his true power existed. The fact he could get people to let their guard down and believe that he cared about their best interest, almost like a friend.

It was the beginning of their segment and the four of them had made their way to the stage, none of them speaking to Drac either backstage or on their way out. None of them had anything to say to each other and Amy couldn’t imagine what it would be like for her if this was his baby. Adrian, Jax and she had discussed what would happen if that was the case and they decided they’d do everything they could to get him to agree to them keeping and raising the baby as theirs. None of them wanted him involved and, based on his lifestyle, none of them believed he’d want anything to do with a baby.

After all, he had only agreed to this whole thing because of the TV cameras and chance at publicity.

Maury was interviewing Drac now, asking him about what had happened between them and whether or not he was interested in being a father.  All four of them had agreed to not discussing the whole vampire part of the equation in this circus. Vampires weren’t exactly out in the open officially and no one needed to know that part, so when Amy heard Dracula begin to talk about centuries of living without being able to have a family, she felt a jolt of panic before she felt Adrian slam his foot down subtly on Drac’s.

Drac winced before finally realizing what he was saying, correcting his statement to “feeling” like it had been centuries. Amy exhaled loudly. This was going to be worse than she thought, and had known it’d be bad.

Maury smiled at her. “So, Amy,” he began. “We have a bit of an unusual situation with you. We usually don’t do these tests until the baby is actually born, but your story was so compelling we had to have you on the show. Let me just make sure we’re all clear on what’s happening.”

She swallowed, shifting nervously in her seat, her hands clinging on one side to Jax and on the other Adrian.  She nodded, taking a breath before speaking. “We’re in a relationship, but it’s open. We love each other and are honest with each other, but I thought I couldn’t have children,” she said, changing the story slightly so no one would question them too closely.  

“I have been sexually… adventurous, and suddenly found myself pregnant.  We’re hoping it’s either Jax’s or Adrian’s, but there’s a chance it belongs to Drac.”

She heard the crowd oooh and aaaah at her expense and her gaze fell to the floor. What am I doing? “And Jax, do you hope the baby is yours?” Maury asked, turning his questioning eyes on the man to her left. 

Jax cleared his throat. “Of course. I mean, it’s not something I ever imagined I wanted, but now that there’s a possibility it’s kind of exciting. The idea of it at least,” he said honestly, squeezing her hand.  

“How about you, Adrian?” he turned to the man on her right.

“Of course, I feel similarly to Jax.” Adrian wasn’t wanting to give much away in this whole process and she couldn’t blame him. Maury frowned slightly before regaining his composure. 

“And you, Drac? Who’s baby do you think it is?” Maury’s eyes were sparkling with excitement. He knew Drac would give him a good sound bite. 

“Oh, this baby is definitely not mine. There’s no way. I’ve had sex with hundreds, maybe even thousands of women in my time and never once gotten one pregnant. There’s not even a chance this baby belongs to me. I don’t even know why I’m here,” he finished, winking at the audience. 

They laughed and booed him simultaneously which made Amy want to put her hands over her ears. The audience felt like they were out for blood and the producers only encouraged the reactions from behind the cameras. This whole spectacle repulsed her, and yet… here she was.

Maury turned toward the audience. “Well, we’re gonna find out right now,” he said, pulling out a manila envelope. “Are you ready?” he turned to them, making eye contact with each one individually as they nodded their agreement. Amy felt her heart race, her stomach was in knots. Here we go, she thought. She hoped everything wouldn’t change for her after these results. If the baby was Jax’s or Adrian’s, everything would be fine. If not, well, she’d think about that later.

“Let’s start with Jax. In the case of Amy’s unborn baby, Jax you are NOT the father.” Fuck. The crowd jeered and cheered, and Jax squeezed her hand, leaning over to whisper in her ear. “It’s going to be okay, Ames.” She squeezed his hand back, giving him a small, nervous smile. 

“Adrian, you are NOT the father!” Double fuck. That could only mean one thing… Amy felt like throwing up.

Maury’s eyes were dancing with joy as he hesitated for dramatic effect. “Drac, you are NOT the father!”  Drac was making a big show of standing up, arms spread wide, a huge grin on his face. “I told you! I told you!” he was declaring over and over again to wild cheers from the crowd. She wanted to break the wooden chair he had vacated and stake him through the heart, but she refrained. We can’t have the whole world find out about vampires that way, she tried to convince herself. 

Wait, what?  Adrian and Jax exchanged a look over her head and she wanted to die. How could none of them be the father? She thought back and couldn’t figure it out. Had something happened during one of the nights she’d drunk too much and not remembered anything? She supposed it was possible. But… who?

“There’s someone else who thinks he’s the father of Amy’s baby and he’s here to prove he’s right. After the break, we reveal the test results!” Maury announced before the cameras went dark for a quick break. Maury didn’t say anything to them, just walked off the set for a retouch on his makeup. Drac grins. “Well this has been fun so far. Who do you think’s coming out next?” he asked them, a wide smile on his face. 

“What the fuck, Drac? Just shut up and go over there,” Jax said, pointing his finger in a direction away from them and where they still sat. Adrian had pulled her closer to him, wrapping his arm around his shoulders. “I don’t know what to say, Amy. I’m in shock right now. I guess I didn’t realize how much I had been actually hoping the baby would be mine,” he said wistfully. “But no matter what, we’ll get through this.”

“He’s right, Ames. This still doesn’t change anything. No matter what, we’re raising this baby together,” Jax finished, bringing her hand to his lips and pressing a kiss to her knuckles. 

“I love you both,” she told them, and they both smiled at her softly. “But who do you think this other person is? It’s strange I don’t remember anything and that the producers didn’t mention anything either. I don’t like it and it doesn’t feel right,” she said, worry furrowing her brow. 

“I don’t like it either, but there’s nothing we can do about it now except wait and see,” Adrian said.

Jax’s eyes wandered toward the back of the stage where he’d told her he stashed his sword before the show began taping. “Agreed.”

She sighed, shoving the despair she felt at the idea of this baby not belonging to either of the men she loved deep down with everything else and slamming the lid on it. I’ll deal with those feelings later. 

The producers were hyping the audience up again when Maury came strolling out, smiling at them wickedly, the huge secret he knew was eating them alive bringing him joy. The asshole. 

The lights came back up and the cameras turned on. The audience cheered. “We’re back with Amy, Jax, Adrian, and Drac. We just learned that these three aren’t the father of Amy’s unborn baby, but there’s a fourth man who claims he knows the baby belongs to him and he’s here to prove it. We submitted his DNA and have the results in, but first let’s meet him.  Ladies and gentlemen, please give a warm welcome to Gaius!”

Adrian and Jax’s heads both whipped around, frantically searching for the man they’d been hunting practically non-stop for weeks. Adrian whispered in her ear, “You slept with Gaius?” 

“What? No! Of course not. At least… I don’t think so?” she said, suddenly not so sure. She’d been unconscious when Jameson and Gaius had kept her prisoner, but it certainly wasn’t something she did willingly. “If it happened, it was when they held me captive and I don’t remember it,” she said sadly, hoping that wasn’t the case.

She suddenly felt extremely violated at the situation but she wouldn’t put it past the villain. She glared at him fiercely as she watched him walk onto the stage to boos and cheers from the audience. 

He made a show of waving and bowing at the audience before confidently taking the chair next to Jax. Amy gripped Jax’s hand tightly, feeling like if she loosened her grip at all Jax would retrieve his sword and try and behead Gaius right there on studio recorded TV. Maury would get the show of his life. She almost giggled out loud at the absurdity of this entire situation. 

“Gaius, everyone on stage looks surprised to see you. What makes you so sure you’re the father of Amy’s unborn child?”

All eyes in the room lock on Gauis, waiting with bated breath to hear his response. “I have a… feeling of sorts that she was fertile when we engaged in our lovemaking,” he said with a smile as if he were talking about the weather. Oh, my god, Amy thought, wanting to crawl under her chair. 

“What does that mean?” Maury pressed.

Gaius shrugged. “Just call it a sixth sense of sorts,” he said with a wink.

“Okay, then. Shall we get to the results?” Maury asked as the audience cheered loudly.

“In the case of Amy’s unborn child, Gaius…” he drew out the pause for dramatic effect. The crowd grew silent. Amy felt like she could hear a pin drop if her own pulse hadn’t been wooshing loudly in her ears.

“You ARE the father!”

[julia-highstorms]

If Jane Was Here (Noah's POV) - Ch. 13

Summary: ILITW by Noah’s point of view. Previous chapter here

Disclaimer: all characters belong to Pixelberry Studios and some dialogues are from the game. Gender neutral MC.

Author’s Note: So… I guess I made a mistake in last chapter. Please, forget what I wrote about Noah taking Andy’s phone in the limo. Pretend that it never happened. And I'll be posting the final chapters + AU ending throughout the ILITW Appreciation Week! 

Rating: M (you know... violence, death, etc)

Pairing: Noah x MC

Word count: 4447

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Chapter 13 - Fight or Flight

As homecoming descended to chaos, Noah shoved the wrong way through a panicking crowd, towards the stage. One of Jane’s beasts had just taken Andy away, leaving the boy’s phone behind.

Jane was working exactly accordingly to the plan. Okay, with more horror and violence and blood than he had anticipated.

Noah had just shoved the object inside his pocket, when he suddenly heard MC’s voice nearby:

“Noah… DUCK!”

Without thinking, the beanie boy did what he was told to and watched in shock as his friend stabbed the microphone stand into a vine creature’s hide like a spear, tangling it in electrical cords.

“Nice save!” - he murmured as they watched the creature falling over the stage, snarling.

“Come on!” - MC yelled, intertwining their hand with his, both of them running in the gym, locating the others amidst the chaos.

“Why is this happening?! These things shouldn’t be alive anymore!”

“Yeah, well tell that to them!” - Ava shout back to Lucas, pointing to the monsters biting and swiping and shoving through screaming bystanders, making their way toward the group of teenagers.

“They’re after us! The longer we stay here, the more people we put in danger!” - Lily glanced nervously around them.

“We have to get out of here!” - Lucas stated as Principal Flores’s voice cut through the noise:

“ Everyone, the hallway is clear! Get to the classrooms and lock the doors!”

“Come on!” -  the gang joined the stampede for the exit… but the crowd bottlenecked in the doors, screaming and shoving as the monsters stalked forward. Jocelyn flopped a serving table, making a barricade. - “Jocelyn, what are you doing?”

“Shut up and run!”

The crowd squeezed out as the monsters pressed down on the girl, tearing the table to shreds, overwhelming her, claws and fangs sinking in her flesh.

“No! Someone help her!” - Britney screamed, tears rubbing down her face.

“AAAAH! AAH-AAAAH! I said RUN, you idiots!” - and then, Jocelyn vanished beneath a sea of snapping jaws. They all sprinted for the hall, pursued by blood-curdling screams.

The gang fled down the hall as screaming students and chaperones barricaded themselves inside classrooms.

“They’re right behind us!” - MC yelled, casting a glance over their shoulder.

“Book it!” - Ava shout back.

“...crap crap CRAP!” - was everything Noah could murmur. What Jane was thinking? He told her to just scare people away! Not hurt them!

“In here!” - Lucas pointed to the open auditorium doors. They swerved in, as some monsters went charging past.

Everyone doubled over, panting hard.

“Are they gone?” - Stacy asked. Lily’s face went pale.

“No… Look!”

Crouching, they peered around the doorframe. In the hall, one of the creatures slowed, its flaming eyes swivelled in their direction… Noah held his breath as the monster’s snout thrusted in over the threshold, an inch from Lucas’s hand.

“Yeah, I’m so done.” - before he could realise what was happening, MC jumped up slamming their elbow through the emergency box safety glass, and grabbed the axe in there. - “Hey, party crasher!” - the monster looked their way, startled as MC charged toward it. - “CRASH THIS!” - they yelled, swinging the weapon up and then down its neck, slashing through it, the blow so hard that the blade bit through the floor. The creature’s body crumpled, twitching beneath the axe blade. MC picked up its snapping head. - “That’s enough out of you.” - they said, before blowing its eyes out like candles, and its body fell still.

They all looked in both shock and amusement at them.

“Wow…” - Lily’s mouth was falling agape.

“Okay, not gonna lie… That was kinda hot.”

“Ava, focus.”

“Thanks for the save, MC!” - Lucas grinned at them.

“No problem.”

Once the coast was clear, the gang ran outside the building, school alarm bells screaming out over the parking lot.

“Now what?”

“What do you mean ‘now what’?” - MC looked over Stacy. - “Now we leave!”

“We came here in the limo, remember?” - the Class President reminded them.

“Damn it!”

“Oh boy, more running.” - the witch girl concluded with a somber face.

“I can’t take this…”

“Me neither.” - Noah agreed with Lily. His feet felt sore from all that running.

“It’s better than the alternative. Now come on, before—”

“Stacy!”

“Mom?!” - Mayor Green, disheveled and covered in scrapes, grabbed her daughter by the arm. - “What are you doing?”

“Getting you out of here! Now come on, all of you! There’s a storm shelter on the other side of the building. We can make it if we run!”

“No, Mayor Green, we can’t stay here!”

“Excuse me?” - the woman looked at MC as if they had two heads.

“Mom, I don’t have time to explain, but I need you to trust me!”

“Yes, because that worked out so well for me the last time.”

“M-Mom!” - the cheerleader’s eyes filled with tears. The mayor’s grip tightened on her wrist.

“Stacy, your friends can do what they want, but I am your mother, and you’re coming with me! End of discussion!” - Noah nervously looked at his watch. The longer they stayed there the worse things would get.

“Alright, Off-Brand Hillary Clinton, now you listen to me!”

“Ex-excuse me?” - Mayor Green released Stacy's arm, drawing back as MC stepped between them.

“Your daughter has been through hell for weeks trying to protect you. And she’s still doing it right now!” - the rest of the group watched in stunned silence the scene in front of them. - “But you know what? For the life of me, I can’t figure out why! ‘Cause it seems to me like all you care about is your damn image!”

“That… that’s not true! You can’t talk to me like that!”

“I just did! News flash, lady, you’re the mayor of a town whose population can fit in a football stadium! You’re not that important! So get over yourself and stop treating your daughter like she’s just a speed bump on your road to being someone who matters!”

“MC, what's gotten into you?”

“I’ve run out of patience for bullies.”

“Stacy, I… I didn’t know that’s how you felt about me.” - the woman’s face was red in embarrassment. - “Why didn’t you say something sooner?” - huh? Noah thought he saw something on the corner of his eye…

“I’ve tried, Mom. I’ve tried, and tried, and tried. You don’t listen, but—”

“Uh, hey everybody, not to interrupt Drama Club, but LOOK OUT!” - he yelled. Glass shattered as a dozen monsters exploded out the front doors, dreading their way.

“Mom, run!” - Stacy shoved her mom out of the way, and the creatures streamed after the teenage kids as they took off across the parking lot.

“They’re gaining on us!” - Lily screamed by Noah’s side.

“They’re ahead of us, too!” - Ava pointed.

“This is hopeless! There’s too many of them!” - Lucas starred panicking as they ran.

“Wait… What is that sound?” - the nerdy girl asked and a black muscled car exploded into view. Monsters crashed sideways over the hood as the car shrieked to a stop… and the driver door kicked open:

“Get in!”

“That was awesome!” - the cheerleader squealed in excitement as she saw her brother.

“Praise me later! I said get in!”

They all ran for the car. Connor hefted a tire iron and jumped out to cover them as the monster rose to their feet, eyes blazing with fury.

“Oh yeah? What are you going to do about it?” - the older guy asked defiantly to a growling creature.

Metal clanged against bone as Connor smashed a monster with a backhand swing. MC jumped in the passenger seat as the rest piled up in the backseat of the car.

“Connor, let's go!” - they shout through the open driver door.

The blonde guy jumped in the driver seat and slammed the door. But before he could start the car, a moss creature lunged through the window, chomping into his side.

“AAAAAH!” - Connor stomped the gas and the monster wrenched out of sight as the car leapt up to speed and tore off out of the parking lot.

The car skidded around a corner, racing through streets downtown, Connor glancing into the rearview:

“How’s everybody doing back there?”

“Freaking out.” - Ava answered him. Lily nodded.

“Same.”

“Cool, glad we’re all on the same— nngh… page…” - he winced, holding his side as he drove.

“Connor, are you okay?” - MC asked from the passenger seat. The older guy flashed a charming smirk at them.

“I’m fine. It’s just a scratch.”

“Are you sure? That thing bit you…”

“Don’t worry about it. If I start turning into a zombie, one of you guys can just kill me.” - Noah rolled his eyes. They didn’t have time for that chitchat. They had to go to the woods.

“On it.” - the witch girl said, waving the tire iron.

“There, see? All under control.”

Cop cars went rocketing past, sirens screaming, headed toward the school.

“Hello, guys, can we focus on the fact that monsters kidnapped Andy?!” - the beanie boy reminded his friends. They definitely shouldn’t be there, piled up in a car. They should be going to the woods, and not to wherever the hell Stacy’s older brother was taking them.

“And if the monsters are back, that means that Mr. Red is back too! And that means the ritual didn’t work!” - Lucas still was freaking out by Lily’s side.

“But why? We did everything we were supposed to!” - Stacy asked from his other side.

“I don’t know. But until we figure it out, we can’t just charge in. If we go up against Mr. Red without a plan, we’re as good as dead.”

“So is Andy if we don’t go after him!” - Noah reminded the Class President. Typical. That was so typical of Lucas. Trying to to free his cowardly ass from everything.

Lily gasped sharply st a sudden realisation, everyone turning to her.

“I just realized… If these things came after us, they might have gone after Dan, too!”

“Crap, you’re right! We have to go to the hospital and get him before they do!” - the beanie boy rolled his eyes as Stacy professed those words.

“We don’t have one for that!” - it was useless. Dan would probably be with Jane at this rate. - “We all need to—”

“CONNOR, LOOK OUT!” - the cheerleader screamed and her brother winced as the car swerved toward the edge of the road, the passenger mirror exploding against a street light.

“Damn!” - the driver cursed, jerking the wheel, steering back onto the road, and slamming on the brakes. He grunted, gripping his side.

“What are you…”

“Guess that bastard at the school got me better than I thought…” - Connor said before MC could finish their question.

“That settles it. Connor, get in the back. Lucas, you drive. We’re going to the hospital.”

Noah grunted in frustration but said nothing. That dude was hurt and bleeding his guts out. But the longer they took to go to the woods, he knew the worse things would be…

Jane was here.

They sped to the hospital and parked outside. Noah and Lucas helped Connor through the doors… but as they entered the lobby, they found it eerily empty.

The boy with the denim jacket felt a cold shiver running down his spine. Jane had already been there.

“What the hell?!” - the older guy screamed, his hand on his side. Lucas looked around in confusion.

“Where’s everyone?”

“I frickin’ knew it! No one ever listens to Noah!”

Jane was here.

“Someone check Dan’s room!” - Lily shout as MC already ran down the hall, the girls following them close behind.

The two boys helped Connor down a chair near the desk, and went to sit in the waiting area. None of them said anything, each one lost in their own thoughts. Noah glanced nervously to his watch again.

They looked up as Ava, Lily, Stacy and MC entered the lobby.

“Was Dan there? Is he okay?” - the boy with glasses asked right away, both of them standing up.

“What does it look like?” - Ava scowled at him.

Noah swore, pacing. He knew it. Jane had already been there and took Dan. They were just wasting time there.

“I don’t understand. Why didn’t the ritual work? We did the goblets, the incantation, all of it! Desfiles was sealed!” - Lily cried in desperation.

“Maybe We did something wrong?” - the witch girl asked her.

“That can’t be… Can it?”

“No. We did it all right.”

“Yeah, exactly!” - Lily beamed to MC’s firmly reply. Ava agreed:

“Okay, yeah. I thought so too. But if it wasn’t a mistake, then what? You think the old lady got it wrong? Misremembered the spell or something?”

“No. I think Cora gave us the ritual just how she and her friends did it back then.”

“But?”

“Maybe it’s different for us. Maybe we were supposed to do something else.” - Noah stopped pacing and looked at MC. They’d always been the clever one of them all.

“Like what?” - Lily asked them, who frowned:

“I don’t know…”

Noah rolled his eyes once again. They didn’t have time for speculations.

“None of this changes anything. Now we just have two people to rescue.”

“Yeah, but still no plan for how to stop this.”

He glared at Lucas:

“Look, I don’t know why Redfiled’s loose any more than you do, but that doesn’t matter right now. ‘One crisis at a time’, remember? And right now, the crisis is, Andy and Dan have been kidnapped. We need to go after them. All of us. We can sort the rest out later.”

“We could be dead later if we don’t figure out why this is happening!” - Lucas snapped back at him.

“You both need to calm down.” - they heard MC’s calm voice. Noah turned to them, seeing red:

“What are you, a marriage counselor?”

“No, MC’s right. This isn’t helping.”

The beanie boy stared at the other boy with a few seconds, before letting out a sigh, collecting himself.

“Yeah… Alright.” - picking up fights would only be worse and harder to get all of them to the woods.

Connor cleared his throat:

“Hey, guys, I hate to interrupt, but can I get a word with MC real quick?”

They all nodded, everyone scattered around the room as MC headed towards the desk. Noah paced grouchy toward the doors,  feeling Andy’s phone weighting inside his pocket.

That was useless. They were just wasting their time there.

Jane was here.

Suddenly he sensed someone approaching him and stopped waking pivoting  in the steps direction. It was MC.

“Are we leaving yet?” - he asked, not hiding his impatience.

“Just a few more minutes. Are… you okay?”

“Peachy.” - he said sarcastically, before shaking his head with a huff and going back to pacing… from the door… to the window… to the door…

“Hey, Noah, talk to me.” - he rolled his eyes. Again.

“Yeah, let’s all stand around talking about our feelings for an hour,  that’ll help.”

“Okay, point taken.”

And then, MC turned around to go… but he didn’t want them to go. They didn’t deserve to suffer all his anger. They were the only one who always tried to help everyone and do something. The one who gave a damn to what happened to Jane. The one who truly cared about him.

“...No. Hang on.” - he took a step toward them, putting a gentle hand on their shoulder. Their eyes (those eyes that always made him feel a little anxious when they looked through him) met his. - “I’m sorry.”

MC nodded at him, wordless. He sighed and headed to the window, leaning against the frame and staring out at the street. Wondering about what Jane probably was doing by now.

“What’s going on, Noah?” - his friend asked, standing beside him.

He wanted to tell them everything. About Jane being Mr. Red. That they, all of them, had to go to those ruins in the woods. But MC would never believe him. And the gang would never agree to go there. They had already left him and Jane alone before. They would likely do the same again.

“Nothing.” - he said instead. “I just… I want to get out of here and get this over with. The sooner we finish it, the sooner everything goes back to normal.”

“‘Back to normal’? Back to normal how? Do you mean all of us not talking?”

Noah frowned at them.

“No, come on. You know what I mean. Earlier than that. Like when we were kids. Before…”

“Before Jane died.” - MC finished the sentence for him. He looked away, his heart aching. - “Noah, whatever happens with us and Redfield… it won’t bring her back. Some wounds don’t heal. They just become scars.”

The boy slumped against the window, his breath fogging the glass, obscuring his reflection.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ve heard it before. Jane’s gone and there’s nothing we can do about it.” - oh, MC was so wrong. So dead wrong.

Jane would be back. If they all went there… and played together one last time. She would be here.

Jane was here.

He kept talking:

“It’s just… I don’t know. I can’t get it out of my head. How it’s not right. It’s not fair. Jane didn’t deserve that.”

Maybe… maybe he was the one who should have gone year ago. Not her.

“None of us deserved it.”

MC was wrong again.

“Maybe we did. Maybe we should have done more to stop it.” - he rubbed at his eyes, feeling tears welling up there. - “Maybe it should have been me…”

If Jane was here...

Things would be better. Their mother always liked her more than him. His friends liked her more they liked him. MC liked her more than they liked him.

Noah? Noah was just so damn unlikeable. So useless. He was a dead weight in everyone’s life.

“Noah… hug time.” - MC pulled him into a sudden hug, cutting him off mid-sentence. The boy choked onto a sob as he felt their arms around him, holding him tightly. - “Noah, listen to me. We’re going to get past what happened, and we’re going to survive this.” - MC’s whispered calmly and somewhat reassuringly into his ear and he let his tears run freely. Tears of pain. Of sadness. Of shame. Of guilty. - “All of us. Together. Do you hear me?”

Together.

That was a nice dream. A beautiful and impossible dream.

“Yeah… Yeah, I hear you…” - he pulled away, sniffling back snot and rubbing his eyes with his sleeve. - “I think I’d like to be alone for a bit.” - a small smile tugged in the corner of his lips. - “But… thanks for coming over here. And for putting up with me.”

“I don’t ‘put up’ with you, Noah. You’re my friend.” - MC smiled brightly back at him.

Friend...

“Yeah, I know.” - his grin left as soon as it came. - “Same here…”

MC squeezed the boy’s shoulder affectionately before walking away. Boa resumed pacing.

What a great friend he was. Just about to lure them into the woods. And face Jane in that game.

But this time things would work. They would all be free from that frickin’ curse. Jane would be free. And his friends too. They would all go onto their lives. Happy and safe.

And he… he would face the consequences. He would be in Jane’s place.

It had to be him. It was the only fair thing to do.

Things would work this time. They had to.

Noah glanced to where his friends were. Lily was the one most nearby, sitting in a chair near the front doors, her hands folded in her lap. She seemed a little less terrified. Probably MC had talked to her before going to talk to him. Stacy was behind the reception desk, frantically rooting around, while Ava sat with her back in the wall, a pile of magazines from the waiting area in front of her. Lucas and MC talked in front of the soda machine.

Seeing that everyone seemed distracted, he stopped by the window, his back turned to the room. He took Andy’s phone from his pocket, staring at it for a few moments here typing something down.

Andy: “help me”

“...Andy!” - MC shout and everyone snapped to attention at the sound of his name.

MC: “omg Andy! where r u?!”

He kept texting on the Asian boy’s phone:

Andy: “I’m hiding near the ruins”

Andy: “I got away from those things but they’re everywhere”

MC: “r u okay?”

Andy: “please you have to help me”

Andy: “hurry”

Andy: “and bring everyone”

Noah shoved the phone back his pocket and joined his friends standing behind MC, reading over their shoulder. No one noticed that he wasn’t around before.

“Well, that’s definitely a trap.”

“Seriously. How dumb does Redfield think we are?” - Stacy agreed with Ava.

“It doesn’t matter.” - Noah put up a somber face. - “We don’t have a choice. At least we know what we’re walking into.”

“As much as I hate to say it, Noah is right.” - to his (and everyone’s) surprise, Lucas was the one who said it.

“Okay. Let’s roll.” - a few feet away, Connor sit up and pulled on his jacket.

“Roll where? You’re not going anywhere.”

“Says who?”

“Me.” - Stacy scowled back at her brother. - “You’re too hurt, Connor. You’re staying here.”

“The hell I am!” - the blonde guy started to get out of his seat, then groaned and staggered forward.

“Whoa, hey!” - Noah caught him mid-stumble and eased him back into his chair. That guy was in no condition to go with them. - “C’mon dude, don’t be stupid. You’re too messed up to help. And honestly you’d probably just slow us down.” - he knew those words were harsh, but were true. Besides, they didn’t need more people involved in what was going to happen. That wasn’t Connor problem to solve. It was Noah’s and his friends’.

“Oh, fine…” - the guy fished in his pocket for his keys and held them out to them. - “Just… Just take my car and go. I’ll hang here. Wait for the doctors. And the cops.”

“Connor… thank you.”

“Hey, no problem. I got to look like scream badass for a minute here huh?” - he smirked to MC.

“Yeah. You sure did.” - the older guy tossed them his car keys.

“Hey… Be careful.”

“I will. See you soon.”

“You better.”

MC motioned to them and they all started toward the door.

Lucas drove them to MC’s house. Outside there, the teenagers piled out of the car and started across the backyard.

“Remind me what the plan is?”

“Go back to the ruins”. - Lily replied Lucas. Stacy kept telling the plan:

“Rescue Dan and Andy.”

“Kill anything that gets in our way.” - followed by Ava.

“Is everybody ready?”

“Not even remotely.” - Lucas answered MC’s question.

“Well, that makes literally all of us.” - the witch girl frowned.

“Let’s do this.” - Noah said, putting on a determined face.

Shoulder to shoulder, the gang marched across the yard…

“But first…”

“MC, where are you going?” - Lily asked nervously as they all watched their friend swerving into another direction.

“Just making a quick detour!”

MC entered their family’s shed, exiting it a few moments later.

“Wow…” - Noah murmured, seeing all that arsenal they took with them.

“MC…”

“Holy crap…” - Lily and Lucas were stunned too.

“That’s a good look for you.” - Ava grinned and Stacy asked:

“Who are you, The Terminator?”

“What can I say? I prefer to face my demons armed to the teeth.” - suddenly they saw a black and white blur running out of the shed after them. It was a smiley dog. - “Hilda, whatever are you doing?”

“Looks like she wants to come along.” - the Class President stroked Hilda behind her ears. Lily casted a nervous glance to the dog:

“Is that safe?”

“None of this is safe.” - Ava stated. - “But I definitely feel better with a dog.” - she bent to pet Hilda. - “Especially one this cute!”

They heard another noise and saw MC’s kitten toddling eagerly out of the shed.

Holy crap, did MC have a zoo in their shed?

“Oh, for heaven’s sake, not you too!”

“How many animals do you have in there?” - Lucas took the words out of his mouth. Stacy stopped to scratch the small cat, who meowed happily.

“Aww, she wants to come too!”

“That’s cute.” - Lily smiled. - “But we definitely can’t bring a kitten along. No matter how brave she is.”

They all jumped as they saw a moss creature bounding out of the woods.

“Twiggy! There you are!” - MC greeted the beast in recognition.

“You have… kind of a lot of pets.” - Noah said, watching the monster and the dog circling one another, sniffing.

“Tell me about it. This is getting ridiculous.” - Luna his behind MC’s leg, eyes wide and ears back, staring at Cora’s creature. - “Aaw, is my big brave killer jaguar afraid of Twiggy?”

Noah couldn’t really blame the kitten:

“Yeah, gonna be honest, that thing kinda freaks me out.”

MC chuckled by his side.

“ Well, I’m glad he’s around. We need all the help we can get.”

Suddenly, Hilda tensed, baring her teeth, Luna arched her back and Twiggy’s eyes blazed angrily.

“What’s going on?” - Noah looked confused at MC’s pets.

“Something’s coming. Everyone, get ready!” - they all turned towards the trees...

...And stopped dead at the sight of a shadowy figure, standing at the edge of the woods.

“Um… Everyone else is seeing this, right?” - Lily asked her friends. Noah’s mouth fell agape:

“Is that who I think it is?”

“It can’t be…” - MC covered their mouth with their hand.

“Mr. Cooper?!”

“StUdeNTs.” - the figure grinned at them. Lucas shook his head in denial:

“It’s not him. It can’t be him!”

“Mr. Cooper?! It’s a trick!”

“Yeah! He’s just another one of those dirt monsters!” - Noah agreed with MC.

Their professor’s eyes widened with glee.

“WrONg.”

“What do we do? If it is Mr. Cooper, we can’t hurt him!” - Stacy asked, her eyes never leaving the man in front of them.

“Everyone, relax. All we have to do is wrestle him to the ground and knock him out.”

“Y-yeah! There’s six of us and one of him!” - Lucas tried to follow MC’s brave face.

Mr. Cooper shook his head, clicking his tongue. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.

“WrONg aGaIN.”

And then, another figure stepped out of the trees.

“MorE of Us in HeRE.” - Ben, the school’s basketball captain, said, his eyes blazing and his sling gray, just like Mr. Cooper’s.

And another figure.

“ALL of Us in HeRE.” - they recognised Andy’s best friend, Tom.

“Oh god… it’s tecoatients from the hospital!” - Lily murmured.

“But that means…”

Crooked fingers gripped the bark of a tree. From the shadows, something clawed its way into the light… and one more figure stepped forward.

“HeLLo frIEndS. CoME to PLaY?”

[insomniamagic]

Bokuroo Week 2018 Day 3; Prompt - Fantasy

Words:    1980

Kuroo is a hopeless muse searching for someone to inspire Bokuto is helpless scientist in need of an inspiration Muses can´t be seen, the two of them fall in love anyway

Read on AO3 or under the cut! Thank you!

If you catch a glimpse of me, I turn to nothing

 I fell upon him like a miracle

Often alone, roaming the world and the universe,

Me, my friends or some other muse.

  Wishing to create, searching for those willing

Having so much to give, being what I was born for, to be inspiring.

Literature muse Kenma wrote to me a whole guide book once,

„What are you looking for?“ curious to know what is my price.

„I am unable to find what I am looking for,“ I answer honestly,

The theater muse turns to me, puts the ballet shoes down to tell me whole heartedly,

„Follow the stars as I followed their footprints, as Kenma followed her letters,

As Tooru followed his stories, As Suguru followed the tragicomedies.

Your power will lead you,

Your calm will heal you,

Your smile will shine so bright,

First beat of your nonexistent heart will bring you the sight.“

Akaashi twirls, all of us knowing I can´t lose this fight.

“Your power will lead you, follow the stars

And through the space they will reach you, they will grab you through your heart.”

Their smile will tell you it´s time and it´s right.

  Those words traveled with me as I browsed through the galaxies, disappointed by what I found. There was nothing to inspire, no one to welcome any muse, to move forward, to follow their dreams. Some didn´t need me, some were already influenced, others begged for help, but I knew it´s not my place. And I traveled even more, further, deeper, higher, when the Earth itself came into my sight, singing like a choir. I was sure to find you there, to give you all that I had, whoever you are and wherever you stay, my inspiration is something you may completely have. If I won´t find you, I am as good as dead, my spark is dying and with that is dying my whole existence.

  They were a muse with so much to give,

There wasn´t a person he could give it to.

  Kuroo´s yellow dress got caught in between the roots of a big tree calling his name. They could hear it through the wind and the messengers of the gods. It felt cold but good, like snowflakes falling softly onto their dark hair, melting, leaving no trace of their existence, only the memory of their innocence and of a very short visit widening a meaning of beauty and change.

They stared down at their dress, torn, still alluring. Kuroo tried to repair it with one swift motion, when their eyes saw him.  

The man with the telescope, watching the stars of night skies. Kuroo couldn´t take their eyes off of him. That silver haired man was like a dream, a magnet waiting to be put in its right place.

“Aaaah!” Man with a piercing golden eyes screamed. “This sucks!” Dressed in a plain brown tunic with black trousers, many papers, pen and rulers by his side. Scientist? “I should have chosen a different job. Why, Koutaro? Why, when you know you can´t do this?! Too tough, too tough. Mistake.”

Koutaro was his name, Kuroo thought, trying to repeat the name out loud. They weren´t worried about anyone hearing them. Muses were invisible, unable to show themselves to mortals, if they wanted to live.

“I can´t,” Koutaro said with his arms in the air, cursing and spitting, then hanging like a willow. His body fell onto his ass with so much sourness in that big body of his. Kuroo has never seen anything or anyone like that before.

The man was missing an inspiration and Kuroo wanted to lend him some. There was no hesitation. Kuroo smiled a crooked smile, knowing they found what they were looking for. “Akaashi and Kenma would beat me to death choosing him, but this is right. This feels right. In time, they will feel it too.”

“This is stupid.” Koutaro was leaving. “I have to finish. I-can I?”

Kuroo chuckled. “Is this a challenge, a man named Bokuto Koutaro?” They knew his name because of the decision they made the moment they saw the shadow of his entity.

There was something endearing about Bokuto. There was a need for him to calm down. Kuroo has been there to provide just that.

Their arms spread across Bokuto´s chest, the beating heart of a muse resting on Bokuto´s back. “Come on, show me what you can do. You can belong to the top, can you?” Kuroo probed him with hushed words. “I can feel your soul,” they added, feeling warmer than ever before. “So this is what it feels like. To give. To let to create, to bloom.” Kuroo smirks. “This will be good.”

  I walked towards him, sure of my decision,

Falling down to my knees like a simple mortal in submission.  

I didn´t think, didn´t try to feel. My arms hugged his body tight from behind him.

My powers poured into him, giving all to this man to achieve anything he aspired for,

He sat there like a piece of wood, eyes wide in some kind of recognition.

Bokuto touched the telescope trying once more,

Then he turned to where I stood, frowning, thanking to any presence he could think of.

I came to him every day, spend days and nights with him,

Hugged him from behind anytime his mind or heart screamed to take me in.

It was the day of a pastel rainbow in the sky,

Or at the beach made of a yellow and silver gold, the time spent wise,

Either under the sunlight, or in the rain,

Drenched in the water, laughing and dancing and enjoying the day.

Bokuto was happy and I was alive,

Letting my spark to be with him, accomplishing the sense of my life.

I thought that´s enough for me, I thought my purpose is done.

I had no idea how much I was going to fall in love.

  “You know,” Bokuto said suddenly as the night approached. He lay in bed while Kuroo admired the stars they missed so much. Kuroo jumped a little at the sound of Bokuto´s voice speaking directly to him. “I don´t see you, but I know you are there,” his voice was higher than usual, the blanket pulled up to his scrunched nose. “You have to be here. I know I am not alone and I am not crazy.” Nothing. Silence. Kuroo´s fast beating immortal heart.

“You can´t talk to me. Or don´t wanna. I get that.” Bokuto sighed and sat up, smiling from ear to ear. “I know you are here. I know it.” He fell asleep with Kuroo by his side, putting the blanket back on him every time he kicked it away.

“I can´t,” Kuroo admitted. “You might lose your inspiration and I might die as a result of it.”

Kuroo thought he would forget in the morning.

It was only the start.

  Bokuto talked to him every day, all day. “See? I did it! I was able to find it! I am good, right? I did a good job!” He was looking for a praise from Kuroo even when other people applauded him, rewarded him, sometimes kissed him all in a good fun. “It doesn´t matter,” Bokuto mumbled. “You matter,” he said to no one he could see.

“I know you can hear me.”

Of course, Kuroo did hear him every time he spoke. They couldn´t wait for his mouth to open and talk, half of the time some gibberish, the other half making jokes Kuroo chuckled at. “Maybe in another lifetime, I could join you in your shenanigans,” they said loudly, daydreaming.

“I think I can be like this thanks to you,” Bokuto said suddenly. “My findings, the fun I have with the path I chose to go on. Your presence inspires me.”

Kuroo stiffened. “Can he hear me? Does he know what I think?”

“I think I am somehow connected to you. I want to assure myself you are my imagination, which you are not. I know it with my whole heart.” Bokuto moved right to the spot where Kuroo stood. “One sign? Please?”

Bokuto´s face turned from sunshine to the moonlight. Still beautiful, still maintaining its grace of foolishness and determination. He almost gave up, never fully.

Kuroo couldn´t do nothing.

They hugged him from behind. “I won´t leave.”

Bokuto touched his own chest, eyes squinting, and mouth moaning in pain. “I am falling.”

Kuroo took a couple of steps back until their back found the wall. They stood in the corner, utterly and deeply in love with the man in front of the closed window, feeling the same for someone he never saw. Kuroo´s body itched, yellow dress changing into colors of red and black, the sign of becoming touchable.

“I will fall happily,” Bokuto added and shifted to the corner Kuroo stood in.

They couldn´t help but grin. He found them without knowing.

  He found them every time he tried. When they traveled, when they spoke to the masses. When Bokuto felt down, his mood being its worst self, anytime he felt overjoyed, running around like a child, playing with animals and children and feeling free.

Bokuto always talked to him like they were there, Kuroo answered like they were being seen.

Bokuto caressed them without a touch, Kuroo supported him with their words and actions without being materialized.

Bokuto complained about so much, Kuroo hovered over him, provoking him not being such a lazy woos.  

One couldn´t taste the other, not even hear their sentences, but they both stayed and talked and touched anyway, Kuroo becoming real thanks to the one belief, Bokuto becoming sure of their existence with every breath of his.

There wasn´t a corner Kuroo could hide into, Bokuto´s feet changed their course towards them, standing by their side, showing them how much was this craziness as real as it can be.

  I was touched somewhere in my missing soul,

He came to me so sure, determined to reach his goal.

It wasn´t the science anymore, maybe it never was.

He found me, made me being felt and cherished, made me real and so much more.

Those risks I didn´t want to take were worth it, his touch made me visible,

Bokuto´s face didn´t flinch, he was sure of everything imaginable.

We stared at each other, believing enough inspiration was kept in between,

He took my hand, kissed my cheek, caressed my flushed skin, and almost made us kneel.

I warned him I might disappear – “if you lose what I give, I won´t be anymore real”

Koutaro assured me it won´t happen, with me he could never waver,

Then the thunder came and warnings shouted,

I knew I should have stayed hidden,

To this day we don´t know what happened.

The muse and the inspired one,

Falling in love not knowing love at all,

Understanding its meaning, answering its call.

Maybe in another life we could have had it all,

But this wasn´t that life, instead we disappeared like we didn´t live at all.

  The thunder roared, lightning blinded us,

Our eyes shot up to the skies, a bit of hesitation strangled us.

“I won´t let you go,” Koutaro yelled, holding on tight, making me stay.

I smiled at him, taking his arms off me, “Sometime, somewhere else,” I quietly told him.

I tried to change my form, tried to reverse what was done,

Koutaro answered my pleas, I hugged him for one last time.

His palms squeezed the thin air of me, unwilling to let go,

Both of us dissolve into the light and stars, our shade of love worth of every gold.

Notes:

I am using them/they pronouns for Kuroo, since he is a muse and I dont think those care about genders. If there is a mistake, I am sorry, please tell me and I will correct it! I hope I did it right and it´s not offensive!   

[spencerxreiders]

Notes (Reid x Reader)

Title: Notes

Rating: T

Word Count: 912

Summary: Requested by anon: "  Angsty request: reid helps reader with depression? Platonic? Or maybe he finds reader’s journal and accidentally reads a page but it’s so angsty that he keeps reading, and confronts the reader"

TW: depression, suicidal thoughts,

A/N:  woo !! platonic-ness isn't my strong suit,, but i love it?? this is really cute but maybe poorly written aaaah help--  But anyway, thank you for reading & and i hope you enjoy!

'I can't do this anymore. Nothing helps.'

Spencer's eyes raked over the words, starving and gorged all at once. His best friend's journal was clutched in his hands as he left intentions from his fingers in the leather binding.  His eyes stung as he turned the pages, taking in similar statements.

Dates, letters addressed to those you loved, notes of possible methods, onde he knew he could have supplied you with during one of his ramblings.

The toilet flushed and the sound of your padding feet echoed through his mind, but did not otherwise register with him: he could not release the book.

"Spencer?" you asked as you turned into your bedroom. He looked like a deer in headlights as you looked between his face and his hands. "What are you doing with that?" you asked with flushed cheeks, immediately grasping the object.

"Y/N-"

"I think it's time for you to go."

"I can't leave you like this," he said lowly, tears welling up in his eyes. "There's no 'this'," you sighed, turning your back to him.

"Y/N, there's something going on:please tell me."

You shook your head as tears fell down your cheeks, just as much sadness as embarrassment laid on your shaking shoulders. "I'm sorry," you whimpered. "Hey, hey. Come here," he soothed, pulling you into his chest.

He hugged you close, pressing kiss after kiss to the top of your head. "I feel so  useless," you sobbed. You gripped the fabric of his sweater with white knuckles, seeking comfort in the feeling. "I'm a failure!" you tried to scream, but your sore throat turned it into a hoarse whisper.

"Hey, hey," Reid began, suddenly stern. He gripped your shoulders and pushed you away so that he could see you. His large hands cupped the sides of your neck and face, using his thumbs to wipe away your tears and their tracks.

"You are anything but a failure. You are kind, intelligent, creative, brave, beautiful-and those are just the basics. You have so many talents, so many great qualities. I know you're going through a lot, and I know that it's not your fault. I know how you feel: but you will overcome it. You will make it," he finished, staring into your reddened eyes for the entirety of his proclamation.

"Spencer," you managed to sob before wrapping both of your arms around his middle. He gladly accepted (and returned) your embrace, smoothing your hair down with one hand and rubbing your back with the other.

"Sh, it'll be ok," he murmured.  You nodded into his chest, showing your agreement. "Do you want to sit down?" he asked quietly before trying to get a look at your face. You merely shook your head,pulling back to wipe away your tears.

"Thank you, so much," you said through a breaking voice. "I just.. I was going to end it after you left," you confessed. "What?" Spencer asked, his demeanor suddenly similar to yours. "I was going to go in the bathroom and..." you trailed off.

"Y/N-"

"No, no, it's ok. Trust me, everything is fine now. I'm not going to do it," you assured, taking his trembling hand in your own. "Y/N, you can't leave me. Please," he begged. "You're my best friend, the person I trust most. Without you, I-I don't know what I'd do."

"Spence, it's going to be ok, I'm not going anywhere. I love you too much," you said softly. "I love you too: and that's why I'm not leaving you alone tonight." he said matter-of-factly. "Wha-" "I'm going to stay with you for a few days, just to make sure you're ok," he interrupted. "Are you sure?" you asked, feeling slightly embarrassed.

"Am I sure of what? That I want to help you? Yeah, Y/N, I'm pretty sure," he said before pulling you into another hug. "Is it ok with you?" he asked, suddenly very self conscious. You nodded as he pulled back yet again, a sheepish smile playing at your lips.

"Spence, I would be honored if you would stay over," you teased, taking his hand in yours. "Ok, good, because there's a really good movie coming on and I think we should watch it," he said with his usual grin. "It starts in.." He looked down at his watch. "Ten minutes," he finished, flashing you puppy-dog eyes.

"Well then, we better hurry up and make popcorn," you laughed as he giddily pulled you into the living room.

Despite the positive atmosphere, both of you were distracted by each other's presence, something to be thankful for. Spencer hugged you tightly during the film, afraid to let you go lest you vanish.

With his arms wrapped round you, you felt invincible, like your problems were mere whispers of criticism to be wafted away by Spencer's aura. You were thankful he had found that stupid little notebook, despite your previous embarrassment.

If he hadn't have found it, you wouldn't have still been there. You would never have felt Spencer's warm embraces, the ones he saved just for you. You wouldn't get to watch your favorite films during lazy days in comfy pajamas, you'd never taste your favorite foods.

You didn't want to die: not really. "Hey, it's ok," Spencer murmured, noticing your tears that had formed. He tightened his hold on you, nuzzling his face in your hair. "You'll be ok."

You smiled softly, wiping away your tears. You turned to look at him with bittersweet thoughts. "I know, Spence. Thank you."

[helloyukimura]

Yongguk’s Route - Chapter 3

Hi everyone,

I'm sorry for not updating for a while. I've got myself a new e-reader and got addicted to reading. I would really recommend the Kingdom series written by Marie Hall. I love her books! Her writing is very interesting and fun. 

Hope you guys will like this chapter as well! 

Here are the links to chapter 1 & 2:

https://helloyukimura.tumblr.com/post/162160497577/bap-castle-yongguks-route-chapter-1

https://helloyukimura.tumblr.com/post/165218938727/yongguks-route-chapter-2

Are you guys excited about B.A.P’s next comeback? Because I am! 

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Today is the day for Yongguk to bring you home. You were sitting on your bed reading books about vampires. You were lost in the story when suddenly someone tapped your shoulder.

You: "Aaah!!"

YG: "What are you doing?"

You: "Ehm... reading a very interesting story."

YG: "Are you scared?"

Yongguk glances at you. He saw your hands shaking. Your eyes moving around quickly.

You: "No, but Yongguk oppa would you ever want to be human again?"

YG: "Of course I do. Living as a vampire is awful. You will face the death of your family and friends while you are immortal."

You imagined losing your friends and family one by one. You watched his expression. You never knew what he was thinking but something deep in his eyes made you can feel his sadness.

You: "I'm sorry for asking."

YG: "It's okay, you're just curious."

Yongguk pets your head smiling at you.

You: "I want to listen to your song."

YG: "It's not finished yet but I will let you hear a bit of it."

You listen to his music, it's filled with sadness and hatred but at the same time there was hope. You want to know more about him. What is it that makes you feel like this? He starts to rap with his deep and sexy voice. It made a shiver go down your spine. His voice so beautiful and strong. You feel attracted to him.

YG: "What do you think of it?"

His face full expectation waiting for your answer.

You: "I liked it very much! You really brought your feelings into this song. It makes me want to hear more of it. I'm sure it will be a hit song."

YG: "Thanks."

Yongguk smiles at you and you answered his happy smile. A second later Yongguk starts to distance himself with his back turned to you.

YG: "Today is the day."

You: "What do you mean?"

YG: "It's the day for me to send you away."

His words were painful to you. You know that there would be a day for you to leave him forever. You didn't realise you were attached to him before he told you these words. You want to stay by his side, but at the same time, you want to be home again.

You: "Ah... I guess it's time to go home."

YG: "You wouldn't like to stay here. Today is the perfect day to send you away. When it's full moon the other members are busy hunting and chasing the werewolves away. We can leave without them noticing us. I will guide you."

You: "Thank you Yongguk oppa. I will always be grateful to you."

You walk away with a hint of pain and sadness in your eyes. It's better this way you thought by yourself. When you left the room Yongguk starts talking to himself.

YG: "The faster you leave the better it is for the both of us. You should live the way you want (y/n)-ah."

You entered the garden, it was dark but you could see the roses in dim light. You stare at the white roses, totally not aware of your surroundings. Youngjae saw you standing there not moving. He keeps quiet leaving you alone. He could see you reach out for a white rose.

YJ: "Watch out!"

You: "Ah! It hurts!"

YJ: "Babo-yah! This is not the first time you cut yourself. Aish I will take care of it."

Youngjae stood in front of you with your hand in his. Just before Youngjae licks your fingers again Yongguk appears. He glares angrily at Youngjae.

YJ: "I want to help her nothing more."

YG: "I'm here already, you can leave now and tell the other members not to come here."

YJ: "Yes sir!"

Youngjae left and Yongguk ripped a piece of his sleeve to tie it around your hand. You could see his trembling hands, he was restraining himself from drinking your blood. The sweet scent making him dizzy. His eyes turning red. The red in his eye made you think that he was sexy. Compared to the first time you saw Daehyun's red eyes you were not scared. You trust Yongguk with your heart, you know he won't hurt you for blood.

YG: "Are you okay?"

You: "I feel sorry for ruining your white shirt."

YG: "My shirt is nothing."

You: "I think it stopped bleeding."

YG: "Let's go back inside."

You: "Okay."

In his room, you could feel the awkwardness between the two of you. Yongguk was walking around restless.

You: "Why don't you take a seat?"

YG: "No I feel restless if something happens to you and therefore I cannot leave you alone."

You: "Don't worry about me, I'm a grown-up woman. I can take care of myself."

YG: "You're fragile and mortal."

You: "If I die you can make me a vampire right?"

YG: "No, only the pureblood vampires can make you a vampire. I can only feed on you. But I will never drink from you even if I die."

You: "I'm saying careless things. Sorry for making you worried."

You backed away from him and crawl into your bed with the blankets over your head. You feel down and something was bothering you a lot. The fact that you felt rejected by Yongguk. Every time you thought that you were close to him he starts to push you away. You closed your eyes and remember his smile, his sexy smirks and the way he laughs when he is really happy. You won't be seeing this again after you've left the castle. Your eyes watery as one drop of tear left your eye. It's too late, you fell in love with him the moment you had to leave.

YG: "Yaaah wake up! It's full moon."

You: "Eh?"

You fell asleep without knowing. Yongguk pulled you up. We have to hurry, the others are outside they won't notice it if we go now. He swings you over his shoulder.

YG: "Let's go!"

You: "Aah! Yongguk wait!"

YG: "Sssst stay quiet and don't make sounds."

You: "But I can hear wolves howling."

YG: "Have you never heard of wolves howling at the full moon? They're howling to mark their territory."

You: "Huh? I thought that handsome guys will turn into their wolves form in full moon."

YG: "You watch too many movies."

You: "Maybe I did watch some Twilight movies, but I love watching TV."

YG: "I'm going to jump down from here."

You: "Wait! You seriously want to jump down from this window? Omg, I can't even see the end."

YG: "Would you want me to walk through the castle?"

You: "Yes please and if you don't mind can I mentally prepare myself before you're doing things without me knowing."

YG: "Whatever."

You: "It's our last night together. Can't you be a little bit more considerate?"

YG: "You have to leave tonight or you won't be able to go until the next full moon."

You: "I don't get it. Do you really hate me that much that you want to force me out?"

YG: "Yah what are you talking about?"

You: "Why do you keep your distance? You make me feel rejected all the time."

YG: "No I didn't."

You: "Yes you did."

YG: "Let's not fight about this. We don't have time to fight like an old couple."

You: "No it's too late!"

YG: "We still have time if we move now."

You: "I fell in love with you! You idiot! Why don't you know?"

You could feel the tears welling up and pushed Yongguk down. You broke free from his grip and ran away on the stairs. Yongguk was standing there.

YG: "Aish! I should have known at the moment she chose me! Ah, I'm frustrated!"

You cried and ran circles not knowing where to go anymore. You fell down and saw a pair of shoes. It was Yongguk holding his hand out to you.

You: "What do you want from me?"

Yongguk didn't talk, he grabs your hand and pulls you in for a hug.

YG: "I'm sorry."

You: "I know that I'm stupid to fall in love with you. I don't know how it started but my heart keeps beating for you."

Yongguk caress your hair and moved his face closer to you.

YG: "You fell in love with the wrong guy. I can never make you happy."

You put your hands on his shoulders pushing him hard.

You: "Take me home Yongguk. I'm done here."

Yongguk let his hand slid down to your wrist. He nodded, his eyes closed. He holds your hand and walks away with you. The only thing you remember was a lot of doors, doors and doors. The main door opens and a thick fog covers your eyes. Not that you could see with your tears running down your face. You keep drying them with your other hand. Why is love so complicated? Your heart sinks and you couldn't think anymore. The only thing you see was Yongguk's hand and some rustling a and howling sounds. You don't feel scared anymore as your feelings took over.

You: "Yongguk?"

YG: "Yeah?"

You: "Thank you for everything. I hope that we will never have to see each other again."

The moment you let go of his handmade you think that you would be able to see the world again. However, this was not what you see. You were surrounded by dead wolves all over the place while Yongguk's hand was covered in blood."

You: "Aaaah!!!"

YG: "It's not as bad as it looks like. Calm down and come hold my hand."

You blacked out the moment you saw all this blood. But the worst thing was how Yongguk's hand was covered in blood.

YG: "(y/n)-ah!!"

The moment you fell down Yongguk got distracted and a big wolf jumped on his back and bit him on his shoulder.

YG: "Argh! Get away from me! (Y/n)-ah!"

Wolves were surrounding Yongguk and you, growling and showing their wolf teeth.

HC: "Bbang! You okay?"

Himchan kicked away the wolf who had attacked Yongguk and used his power to make a protecting wall around you all.

HC: "Jongup and Zelo come help me fight these wolves! Youngjae and Daehyun take Yongguk and (y/n) back to the castle!"

JU & Zelo: "Yes Himchannie hyung!"

YJ & DH: "Let us take care of Yongguk hyung and (y/n)!"

The End of Yongguk's Route Chapter 3!

[waffle--kun-blog]

RULES: you must answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people.

Tagged by @soramizuhara (THANK YOUUU!! I’m sorry, I’m not being tagged in these lately, but as soon as someone will tag me, I’ll return all the times that you tagged me!!)

THE LAST:

1. Drink: Water!

2. Phone call: My ex girlfriend.

3. Text message: My ex girlfriend.. if we’re talking about texts on the phone of course.

4. Song you listened to: “Lullaby” by Sleeping At Last, I love it so much!

5. Time you cried: .. Yesterday. Ahahah

6. Dated someone twice: No.. I was always close to, but.. no, I didn’t.

7. Kissed someone and regretted it: Maybe yes, a few years ago.. but then I thought, I followed my feelings and I don’t want to regret such a thing.

8. Been cheated on: Yes

9. Lost someone special: If we’re talking about losing a friend or someone you care about, yes.. ahh I don’t know if we’re talking about someone who passed away..

10. Been depressed: I’m not sure if what I felt was depression, maybe yes.

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: Noooooo agshjdfkg I don’t even drink!

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS:

12-14: Blue, grey and white

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

15. Made new friends: Yes!! And I’m so happy and thankful for that.

16. Fallen out of love: .. I wouldn’t know..

17. Laughed until you cried: ONE THING YOU SHOULD KNOW ABOUT ME IS THAT I LAUGH ALL THE TIME AND ALWAYS TO THE POINT THAT I CRY. ahsjdfkgfdjsdfk

18. Found out someone was talking about you: Uhm.. kind of..

19. Met someone who changed you: I’m not sure, but.. I do know that everyone I meet helps me somehow, like adding something new to my self. It’s something that I genuinely feel.

20. Found out who your friends are: Aaaah.. uhhmm… uuhhMM

21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: Ahah I don’t have Facebook!

GENERAL:

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: *Points at question above* .. oh, but! When I did have Facebook, I ended up having almost 1000 friends and I personally knew.. maybe 50 of them! 

23. Do you have any pets: A cat and a parrot!

24. Do you want to change your name: No, I’d never do it. I.. love my name for several reasons. I realized this only recently, in the past two years.

25. What did you do for your last Birthday: I went outside with friends and they had organized a surprise for me at university, my ex girlfriend was the one who started it all.. I was so happy! I’m so lucky to have them in my life.

26. What time did you wake up: I woke up later than usual, at 10 am, but because I went to bed at 3 am!

27. What were you doing at midnight last night: I was probably crying ha ahah

28. Name something you can’t wait for: THE END OF MY EXAAAAMS

29. When was the last time you saw your mom: A few minutes ago, she’s watching a show on the Internet and she had called me to show me a scene from it!

30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: I wish I could actually manage to make my mother happy.

31. What are you listening right now: The two clocks in my room that go tic tac tic tac ahah! I love the noise clocks make.

32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Mhh no, never!

33. Something that is getting on your nerves: On my nerves, meaning that I’m irritated or angry? Nothing. I’m happy to say that I never get irritated or angry.

34. Most visited Website: Tumblr, Twitter and Youtube! THE TRINITY

35. Mole/s: If you mean those tiny dark spots on your skin, aahh wait.. on my arms and.. I can’t see anythING I’M ACTUALLY CHECKING MYSELF RIGHT NOW

36. Mark/s: My left eyelashes are blonde and my left eye’s color is slightly lighter than my right eye, and I was told that it’s a birthmark, but at first I thought that it was because I was blonde when I was little and I suddenly went DARK BROWN DU DUN

37. Childhood dream: To go on Saturn!! I loved Saturn so much, I spent days and days drawing it and reading pages from books about it!

38. Hair color: Dark brown.

39. Long or short hair: If you mean my hair, it’s.. short but actually longer than usual!

40. Do you have a crush on someone: .. 

41. What do you like about yourself: .. Like I said earlier, I’m happy that I never get irritated or angry. I somehow always keep calm no matter what, and I don’t force myself to keep calm, I just.. don’t get angry. It feels like my patience or tolerance is endless. Of course I actually did get angry through my life so far, but it was so rare and my anger disappeared almost immediately..

42. Piercings: Nooope

43. Bloodtype: It’s 0, but I don’t remember if it was 0+ or 0-… asdfghghj

44. Nickname: Waffle kun, Waffle, Chris..

45. Relationship status: Single

46. Zodiac: Pisces

47. Pronouns: He/Him

48. Favorite TV Show: Mmhh.. we’re not talking about anime, right? I’d say X-Files, Psych and Fringe!!

49. Tattoos: I’ve never wanted them, but sometimes I think that it would be nice to get a constellation on my neck, or on my wrist.. but I’m not doing it.. 

50. Right or left hand: Left

51. Surgery: NEVER AND I’M HAPPY ABOUT IT

52. Piercing: Nope nope!

53. Sport: Stargazing and keeping my head on the clouds, that is. ahsjdkfg

55. Vacation: ON THE MOOOOOOOON or in Russia or France! Or somewhere here in Italy!

56. Pair of trainers: Shhhh I walk on the clouds I don’t need them

MORE GENERAL: (wasn’t the previous one general enough?? AHAH)

57. Eating: Nothing right now.

58. Drinking: Nooothiing 

59. I’m about to: Read a few pages of philosophy before going to sleep becauseIwassupposedtostudy

61. Waiting for: I know I already said this but THE END OF MY EXAAAAAAMS

62. Want: Sweets. DNFGMFMDNSHDFUI

63. Get married: Of course!

64. Career: Aaahh I have no idea.. I know what I’d want to be, but not what I am going to be… 

WHICH IS BETTER?:

65. Hugs or kisses: BOTH!! But maybe kisses but both at the same time..

66. Lips or eyes: .. If we’re talking about a significant other.. eyes.

67. Shorter or taller: I never really thought about this!

68. Older or younger: As long as the age gap isn’t too..  mmhh.. well, it doesn’t really matter!

70. Nice arms or nice stomach: What??

71. Sensitive or loud: Sensitive.

72. Hook up or relationship: MARRIAGE

73. Troublemaker or hesitant: .. Hesitant.

HAVE YOU EVER:

74. Kissed a stranger: On the cheek, yes! But here it’s common to greet others by kissing their cheek, does it count?

75. Drank hard liquor: I tried sake in a Japanese restaurant years and years ago.. but blahhhhhhh I don’t like alcoholic things at all.

76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: I don’t wear them, but bet that I would if I did ahah!

77. Turned someone down: Yes 

78. Sex in the first date: ….nO i didn’T EVEN- NO

79. Broken someones heart: .. Yes

80. Had your heart broken: Yes..

81. Been arrested: Noooo AHAH BUT I SHOULD TOTALLY BE ARRESTED FOR ALWAYS COMPLAINING

82. Cried when someone died: .. No, I didn’t cry. I have no idea why. ….

83. Fallen for a friend: Well, I’d always say yes because I have to become friends with someone before falling for them! 

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

84. Yourself: I try to!

85. Miracles: YEEES

86. Love at first sight: .. This is hard to explain.. not “love”, love is what you feel when.. you know the other person and you do feel that you love them, but when I was five years old, I literally fell for a little girl as soon as I saw her, and by “fell” I mean that I was.. in love. I was.. uhm.. I felt things that were certainly too much for me at that time, she became one of my best friends back then and I fell for her even more, (I was going to talk about this in the previous question “fallen for a friend”!) but I can’t forget the way I felt when I saw her and it’s so weird, those feelings lasted six years. This makes me confused because I strongly believe that love is something very different, but this happened and.. .. I DON’T KNOW AAHHH but love needs so many things to happen, at least it’s what I think. But I also believe that feelings can be confusing and unpredictable. Yeees I know, I shouldn’t be taking it in consideration because I was a child, but what I felt was.. it was too much.

87. Santa Clause: IT’S ME

88. Kiss in the first date: .. I did it, so yes, but everyone has their time that has to be respected!

89. Angels: Yeeees, I even know some of them!

OTHER:

90. Current best friends name: Gennaro, he has been my best friend for a decade now, I love him so much I HOPE HE CAN FEEL MY LOVE FROM HERE

91. Eyecolor: Grey

92. Favorite movie: I don’t know the English title, I’m sorry! But in Italian, it’s “Al di là dei sogni”!

Tagging: EEHHHH I DON’T KNOW 20 PEOPLE AAHH 

@komaedas-ass, @lianachan, @moonlight-crystal, @creamy-chocolate-rouge, @iced–tea (YEEES I RECOGNIZE YOU EVEN WITH NEW URLS), .. .. .. whoever wants to do this!! Don’t feel forced to do it though!

[emoceegaystories]

The BOOK

I‘m Thrize Victor, 17, 5‘5“, 50kg. from San Carlos City, Pangasinan but living in Baguio City and now spending my vacation with my mother‘s brothers and sisters in Quezon, Nueva Ecija.

My first sexperience happened on the debut of my cousin,Thea. I did it with one of my cousins. I know that we shouldn‘t have done that kinda thing, but just like what people always say when the libido increased you cannot get away with it especially when the temptation is right beside you.

April 12.

It was the day that all of Thea‘s cousins from the both side of her parents came to her Debut. The grand party was held in the mansion. The mansion has 15 bedrooms, excluding 5 guestrooms and 4 maids quarter. Each room can accommodate 4-6 people. We gathered on the large hall on the third floor of the mansion. It was bigger than a basketball court. There are 8 chairs around each of the twenty-five tables.

—- 10:00 am. We arrived at the mansion. We accommodated the fifth bedroom which belonged to my mother when she was still living here. It is quite big. It has 4 beds just enough for the five of us without dad because there has been an emergency at their site which hinders him to attend the debut. Until Aunt Jillian came and so we have to share the beds for the two of them since her eldest can‘t attend also due to some work problems. So mom and my sister, Victoria, will be sleeping in one bed, my older brother Nico and my twin brother, Travese will be sleeping together, and Aunt Jillian and cousin Paulene will be sharing a bed. As for me, I will be alone on the smallest bed in the room.

—- 1:30pm We had finished our lunch. I decided to loitere around the mansion. I found a large library. It is creepy but awesome. The walls are filled with all kinds of books. Tables are arranged in 3 column x 5 rows; each table has 4 chairs. At the back of the last row of the tables, there are two shelves of books standing. At the end of the shelves, there‘s a glass-encased book. I went straight to the book to take a closer look.

When I arrived to the location of the book, I leaned forward on the glass.

“Can‘t you read?“ a voice said.

It shocked me so much that I screamed. At the end of the first shelf, there‘s a person sitting and reading a book. But as soon as I recognized the person, I was relieved. It was Franklin. He is quietly reading a book. He wears a red-rimmed reading eyeglasses.

“I can.“ I said.

“So you can‘t understand what you read then, or you just don‘t care.“ he said frankly. It made me pissed off a bit but I just let it off. “There‘s a notice posted on the glass that is in front of you.“ he said. “oh, I‘m sorry, I didn‘t notice.“ I said. He looked at me with a lifted eyebrow. “You must be new here.“ he said. “yes actually.“ I said. “This is where Grandpa and I go often.“he said. “Oh, you must be grandpa’s favorite when he was alive.“ I said. “yeah. We are the best of buddies before he left.“ he said sadly. “I wish I could have met him.“ i said. He looked at me poker-faced. Then he stood up and close the book he‘s reading. He walked towards me with the book in his left hand. He‘s taller than me by 3-5 inches. “This book is very old. This is Grandpa‘s first book. He bought it when he was ten.“ Franklin said as he point at the book. “what‘s it about?“ i asked. “About two boys. They were bestfriends and they did everything they put their minds at. They played all the games they could. They went on a lot of adventures. They flew across the sky. They swam across the seas. They even fought mythical creatures that aren‘t written on any book. The amazing thing about this is they do not even go out of the library.“ he said. “so you mean, they just read those from the books in the library?“ i asked. “They didn‘t JUST READ what are on the books. They used their extraordinary imagination. What they imagine actually come to life.“ he said. “what do you mean?“ i asked. “When they imagine things, you can sense it, see it, hear it, feel it, smell it, and even taste it. What they imagine becomes true.“ he said. “how did the story end?“ i asked. “one of them opened the door, then left and never came back.“ he said, “when I finished reading the story Granpa’s already gone.“ He said. “I‘m sorry,“ I said. “People come and go, on some books I’ve read. People die in two ways; planned and accident. “ he said. “well, can you get away from death?“ i asked. “No mortal can get away from death. No way to stop it. No way to postpone it. A person‘s life has a certain length. It is like a candle‘s wick. When it is all burned up, the candle‘s life ends then and there.“ he said.

“Have you done doing all the things you want to do?“ I asked.

“No, that‘s why I‘m afraid of death.“ he said. “how about you?“

“I still have a lot of things that I wanted to do, but it doesn‘t mean I‘m afraid of death. From what you said, accidents happen.“ I said.

“How can you be so ready to die?“ he asked.

“I‘m not. I just live my life to its fullest and enjoy every moment.“ i said.

There was a long silence between of us. I can hear myself breathing. There is an oscillating sound around the library. He took a step towards me. Next, he held my face with his left hand and my waist with his right. Then, he kissed my lips. Warm. Soft. It took a short moment for me to consciously notice that he is kissing me. When I did, I pushed him away from me. “What are you doing?!? What was that for?!?“ I shouted.

“I‘m sorry. I thought you‘re gay. Because that‘s what they say about you.“ he said.

“yes, they‘re right about me but it doesn‘t mean that I would just be kissing anyone who likes to be kissed.“ I said.

“actually…“ he said as he swiftly tie my hands with a rope and hang me on a hook on the edge of the shelf. It‘s as if he was a blur that I didn‘t have a time to react before he hang me on the hook. My feet was barely touching the floor. Even when I tiptoe I could touch just a little floor.

“- I don‘t want just a kiss.“ he said.

“what will you do to me?“ i asked.

He answered with a devilish smile.It frightened me. I tried to shake so the hook would let me lose but I failed. He slowly ripped my shirt with a small knife. “ooh…you got a small breast.“he said then he grabbed my chest. He licked my nipples while he keep on kneading my chest.

“Franklin!! Stop it!! Aaaahhh!!! PLEASE!! Don‘t!!! Aaah…aaahh!!! Stop!!!“ I shouted.

“What‘s that? ‘please, don‘t stop?‘ Are you b_egging me not to stop? Heheheheh.“ he said as he laughed.

“Franklin, please…I‘m begging you to stop this now.“ I said

“why would I stop? When your dick is semi erect now?“ he said as he grabbed my dick in my shorts. He slashed me with his small knife, then in a blink of an eye my pants and boxers are shredded and onto the floor. Then I was shocked to see that there was no single wound on my skin.

“see what I mean? Heheheh.“ he said. He went down on his knees then he licked the head of my dick. His mouth is so warm inside. His tongue keeps on licking my dick inside his mouth. Then blood came rushing into the every tissue in my dick. Then my dick is fully erect in no time. (This is not good) i said to myself. I looked down to see what he‘s doing. He is now giving me a blow job. Deepthroating me. I can feel the back of his throat. He is so good in giving a blowjob. (I can‘t take it anymore I‘m cumming! I‘m cumming!!) I said to myself.

“I‘m cumming. FRANKLIN! I‘M CUMMING!!“ I said. My eyes were shut. He took my dick out from his mouth then my cum gushed out. Spurt after spurt, my cum came out from the slit on the head. Then when I opened my eyes, I was lying on a bed. My hands are now tied apart on the headboard. There were so many ropes tied on my thighs down to my feet. My thighs are open wide. I was not the one moving them. Actually, I cant move my legs but I can still feel them. Franklin came in to the room. He is naked from top to bottom. He walked towards me then teleported to the bed. He is now right on top of me. He grabbed my waist then he inserted his long hard dick in my butt. As he insert his dick slowly in my butt, I was in agony. I can feel every inch of his dick widening my hole. When he has inserted his whole dick in my butt, he began pounding my hole with his dick. Long, fast, and furious pounds. “aaaah!! Damnn!!! Aaaaaaooohhhh shit!! Aaaaaaaahhh!!! God!!!!! Franklin you‘re killing me!! Aaaaaah!!! My butt‘s hurting!!“ I moaned and shouted. “Aarrghh! Your hole is so tight! Aaaahh… I think I‘m gonna come in no time! Heheheh!“ he said.

“aaahh!! Aaaahhh! Aaaaahh! Franklin! Please! Aaahhh!! aaaahh!! Stop it now! Aaaaaahhh aaaaaaahhh.. I can‘t do this anymore… please..!!“ I said with some tears flowing down on my cheeks.

“I can‘t stop now! I‘m close to my climax! Don‘t you want to have some babies with me?“ he said.

“aaaaaahhhhh… please!! Franklin.. aaaahhhh.. I‘m hurting… aaaaahh aaahhhh aaaahhhh…“ I said.

“so you do wanna have some babies with me heheheheheheh..“ he said. He thrusted his whole dick inside me. I closed my eyes to my pain. I felt large spurts inside.

Then suddenly all the pain vanished. I was standing infront of the glass-encased book. Then I heard it again.

“can‘t you read?“ Franklin said.

I was morbidly terrified from what I saw. He was sitting right where I first saw him. I screamed to the top of my lungs. I shrieked to my limit. He looked up at me like I was traumatized. He closed the book he‘s reading and stood up. He walked towards me. “did you saw it too?“ he asked calmly like he had seen it many times. “that was a hallucinatory illusion, it seems that this glass encased book has a spell on it that prevents people to read it.“

“Why did I saw you in it?“ I asked bizarrely.

“I don‘t know. But for me I always see that I was doing it with a girl.“ he said.

“When was the first time you saw it?“ I asked.

“the first time I entered this library when I was ten, the day grandpa died.“ he answered. “since then I always come here secretly and touch the glass.“

“why would you do that??“ I asked.

“for pleasure.“ he answered.

“what?“ I said. “you do that to pleasure yourself? But what you see is not true.“

“that‘s why it is called hallucinatory illusion you dummy! Look at your boxers you can see it for yourself.“ he said.

When he said that I immediately looked at my boxers. I was shocked to see that it was so wet with my own cum.

“do you want to do it with me for real?“ he said with a smug in his face. He held me in my arms. Then he kissed me. Just like from the hallucinatory illusion, it was warm, and his lips are soft. I just can‘t get enough. I wrapped my arms around his neck and started French kissing him. Wet and wild kiss. He pulled down his pants and his boxers. I pulled mine as well. He was taller, probably heavier, and more masculine than me. He carried me to the sofa at the left side of the glass encased book. He kissed me there and caressed me. We cuddled, rub and wank each others cock. He put my leg on his shoulders and slowly inserted his 7inch cock inside my virgin butt.

“Aaahhh… do you like this?? Huh?“ he asked. “yeaaaahhh… Franklin… deeper… aaaaahhh.. aaaaahhh…“ i moaned.

“your so tight Vic! And your sucking me in. Aaahh aaaaahh fuck!“ he moaned.

“Franklin… aah aah please fuck slowly… I think you‘re tearing me apart. Aaahhh aaaaaaahhhhh…. aaaaaaaahhhh..“ I begged.

“Vic!! I‘m cumming!! I‘m cummming!! Aaaah aaahaaaaahh…..“ he moaned then he deposited his semen inside of me. I felt every spurt of his cock. After a few more thrusts, he finally pulled out his dick from my butt. “plop“

His cum came dripping out from my hole. He stood up and put on his clothes. I was still lying on the couch. He threw my clothes at me.

“put it on now, it‘s already 3:30. The party will start at 5:00.“ he said.

“okay.“ I put my clothes on. “Franklin. I… I… I l-like you.“ I said.

Then he grabbed me and once again our lips unite. It‘s like the best thing in the world. I‘m probably not his first sex but he is the first that I have had sex with. That sexperience was ah!-mazing. We‘re maybe young for our age but growth spurt helps our libido going. Thea‘s debut went over to astounding. Her birthday cake is 8-tier vanilla berry cake. People party all night. Her parents didn‘t stop any teen happiness; actually no one stopped us not even my uncles and auties who are so much into party enders. The party ended around 2am. Everything in the hall is topsyturvy when we left it. Everyone went to their own bedrooms. At around 2:30am you can hear loud snores coming from every room. Everyone is so tired. I, on the other hand, went to the library because it‘s more peaceful and quiet, cozy, but a bit colder yet I like it. When I got there, Franklin was lying on the couch where I was planning to sleep. He got up. “wanna share?“ he asked with a smile on his face. I sat on the couch. We wrapped our hands on each other and cuddled for a while then went to sleep. I wished that that night will never end, though I know that good things never last. The end.

[photo taken by Peter Gillings]