#i got weirdly terrified so i hid in the car

[strawbebyjam]

how was camping?! ARE YOU ALIVE. I HOPE A BEAR DIDNT ATTACK YOU SKSKSKSK. ALSO... i think we are supposed to reveal ourselves? idk. it’s kinda fun being anonymous tho lol. IDKKKKKKK. #areyoualive #deobbread🍞❤️ #should i stay anon?

dw i lIVED !!! i got two mosquito bites (usually i get like twenty) but they were sO WEIRD they swelled to the size of like?????? an apricot??? so i had this little mosquito lump hanging off my thigh which was. bizarre. but it was so nice aaaa i decided not to use my phone for almost all of the trip n it was surprisingly nice???? there was apparently a baby black bear wandering the park but we didn’t see it so i’m sure it’s just out there chilling lolol. how’s school going!! :0 i hav uni in .. .two weeks .…not read y……. also feel free to stay anon if it’s more comfy for u!!! no rush at all!!!!!! i actually haven’t unanoned myself yet either skjdfh but yea feel free to ~expose yaself~ whenever u feel.

[phlox238]

i wrote a pretty long rymin fic and half of it is min being anxious and getting advice from a lesbian at a gay bar,,, it sucks but here it is anyway

2.5k words this is the most ive ever written

"So," The girl began, gesturing wildly with her hands. "You think you're in love with your best friend, who you've known since you were born, and you're in a band and traveling across Canada and the USA with. What did you say your name is?" 

"Oh, fuck." Min-gi sighed, letting his head rest in his hands. "This is weird, isn't it? I barely know you."

"Nah, I just thought that, if we're going to have a slightly drunk chat in the back of a gay bar, then we should know each other's names. I'm Eryn, and you?" Eryn stuck out her hand, the many bracelets she wore on her wrist clanking together. 

Min chuckled a little, then took her hand and shook it. Her dark skin was warm, which was surprising, since this part of the bar was near freezing. "Min-gi. But you can call me Min." 

"Awesome. So, tell me about it, Min." Eryn tightened her ponytail, leaning forward on her arms. 

"Tell you what about it? There's so many things that I could say." He was so caught up in this gay crisis stuff that he hadn't even considered stopping for a moment to really think about it.

Eryn shrugged. "Whatever you want to say. Get stuff off your chest, just let it out, if you want to. There's like, nobody else back here. Doesn't really matter, right? I'm not judgy." 

"Okay...well, he has a girlfriend, first of all; has had many of them. So he's not into dudes." Min crossed his arms. 

"Hey, he could still be. Just because he dates women doesn't mean he's straight. Could still be into guys. Don't give up hope just yet, okay?" Eryn laced her fingers together, as if she was planning something. The dark lighting of the bar didn't help anything.

“Damn,” Min rubbed his eyes. “I didn’t know you could like both.”

Not without laughing at him first, Eryn started to explain. "Oh, wow, you really are new to this, huh?" She chuckled a little more, shaking her head. “That’s okay. There’s a lot of different ways to love people, you just gotta figure out what works for you. Oh, also; it isn’t just both. There’s the genderqueer people, too, don’t forget about them!” She smiled. 

Min didn’t quite know what genderqueer meant, but he figured he could find out later. He was asking too many questions already. "Damn...how do you know all of this? I only realized I was, er, gay, like six months ago."  Min marveled at her, the same way a nerd at school would marvel at the 'cool kids.' And honestly, she really looked like one, with her ponytail and undercut, her yellow, patched leather jacket, even the flashy jewelry she wore.

It made Min want to start dressing differently. Dressing cooler, like Ryan, like Eryn. Maybe he could.

Eryn grinned wider. "Oh, you know. It's just things you pick up along the way. I've known that I'm lesbian for a long time, since I was like 11. And I'm 21 now, so that's a long time. Lots of experience." She shuffled a little in her seat, taking another drink of beer. "Anyway. We're getting off track, aren't we? Keep talking, man." 

Min laughed, a real laugh. "Okay, okay. A year ago, we, er…" He reached desperately for an explanation for the train, but decided that, just maybe, he could tell her. Really, the worst that she could think of him is that he's a drug user. "Can I tell you something? It's going to sound absolutely insane, probably, but I just. Need to tell someone." 

She looked concerned, her dark brown eyes wide, but nodded anyway. "That's real ominous. But sure, go for it."

"Okay. So. Stick with me, here. A year ago, him and I got on a train, right? But then, there was another train door within the train. We just...went into the door. Well, the bastard threw my keys into it and then ran in, so how could I not follow?" Eryn was looking at him intently like she understood. Min could tell he was pretty drunk by now; he'd never be able to open up to someone this much sober. But that's okay. More than okay, really. 

"It gets even weirder from then on. Ryan- that's his name, by the way- and I woke up on a giant, infinie train in the middle of nowhere. Gotta be pretty unbelievable, though. You probably think I'm on drugs." Min sighed.

Eryn was silent for a moment, but it was obvious she was getting ready to explode. "Dude, no fucking way!" Yep, there it was. "I got on that train! When I was eleven. I was super conflicted on my sexuality, had a shit ton of internalized homophobia as a result of having homophobic family. I felt like a disgusting person. So I got on the train, and it actually helped me through it." She'd completely lit up when Min mentioned the train. Looked like she was going to grab him by the shoulders and shake him. 

For a moment, Min was speechless. Soon, though, he regained his voice. "You're kidding," was all he could muster.

"Nope." Eryn's grin nearly reached her ears. "Did you have someone to help you along, too? There was a white cat named Samantha for me. She was French, for some reason. But I miss her." 

"Oh! Yeah, Ryan and I had a floating, talking bell named Kez. Weird, right?. I miss her, too. Wonder how she's doing." Min thought for a second, completely and utterly relieved to have met someone else to share an experience with. Then something clicked. "Hold on...I might have met this cat you speak of. Yellow eyes? Uh, blonde...hair?" 

"Blonde hair? Well, she didn't have that. But yeah, yellow eyes, French accent." Eryn nodded. They were silent for a moment. 

Min chuckled, suddenly getting the urge to continue on with their story. Telling someone about the train would feel wonderful. "We had a lot of...issues...regarding our friendship, at the time. That's why the train picked us up in the first place." He fiddled with the hem of his shirt. "The train did help us. But we had a lot of weirdly intimate moments on it, and that's where my sexuality crisis started. Like, there was a car where we had to perform a song with each other to get out of it, and of course I got stage fright right before it. I left him alone on stage. Again." Min paused, the guilt almost making him feel like he was living through that moment again. 

Eryn nudged him. "And? That doesn't sound intimate. What happened next?" 

"I hid in the bathroom. So he came in, and at first he was angry, but I was having a full on anxiety attack. We sat in the bathtub, hip to hip, knee to knee. It was weird, but nice. He helped me calm down. And like...in our last year of Highschool, I gave him a shirt with our band name on it. In that bath tub, he had it with him. He kept it. Said he'd never done a show without it." Min laughed, but there wasn't much humor about it. "Man, I wanted to kiss him so bad right then and there. But I didn't." 

Eryn had a soft look in her eyes. "I dunno about you, but that sounds pretty damn gay to me. Maybe he's just dating other people to distract himself from his crush on you, who knows! All I'm trying to say is, don't give up on this, Min. You two have something going on, I don't know what, but it could blossom into a relationship." She patted him on the shoulder, then took another drink of her beer. 

Min did the same. "What if he's not gay?" His voice was small. "Worse, what if he's homophobic? I don't know...fuck, it's terrifying. I could lose him because I'm gay." 

"Well," Eryn paused for a moment, "you could try and subtly bring it into conversation. Maybe, like, bring up a celebrity who's gay. See his reaction." She gestured with her hands a lot, Min noticed. 

Min nodded. It seemed simple in theory, but he knew he'd manage to fuck it up somehow. The logical part of his brain knew Ryan wouldn't leave him for being gay, but at the same time, there was this voice in the back of his head. Irrational thoughts, irrational fears; that's all it spoke of. 

"Thank you. Really. It's been nice to talk about this, especially with someone who's been on the train. That thing is...a freak of nature. Maybe not even nature, I don't know. I'll try that with him, too." Min said finally, after some silence. Eryn laughed. 

"Yeah, it absolutely is." She smiled widely. Eryn glanced around, her eyes finally landing on the only visible clock in this part of the bar. Her eyes widened. "Shit, I should really get going! Sorry. I told my girlfriend I'd be back around now." She, out of nowhere, gave Min a hug. It'd been a while since he'd hugged anyone, he realized, and it felt nice. Although, very unexpected. 

Min hugged her back, sort of awkwardly. They separated soon after.

"That's okay. Again...thank you, so much. I should get young too." By now, it was almost 11 pm, and he figured he should leave as well. Ryan should be back at their apartment soon enough. 

Min was about to turn and leave, but Eryn stopped him.

"Hey! How about we exchange phone numbers? This was a good chat, eh? I'd like to stay in contact." Eryn searched her pockets for a pen and some paper, but only found a marker. "Can I, like, write it on your arm and you can do the same?"

Min knew Ryan would tease him over it, but oh, well, he made a new friend. "Yeah, that's fine." He laughed, offering her his arm. She quickly scribbled her number on it, and honestly, it was barely legible. But he could read it, somewhat. 

He then wrote his number on her arm, they exchanged goodbyes, and were on their way. Min dreaded returning to Ryan, who would definitely start to go on and on about his girlfriend, and just prove to make Min feel worse about his stupid crush.

But maybe, just maybe, Eryn was right. Maybe things would finally go his way for once. 

•••

Min's walk home was quiet (as quiet as New York can be at night) and cold, it being the middle of November. Snow was just beginning to fall. Being outside Eryn's words stuck in his head like glue. Talk to him. As if he could do that. The idea of even just mentioning anything close to being gay made anxiety rise in his throat like bile. 

He couldn't. Probably.

Before he could think much more on it, he was home. Home. Back to the decent one bedroom apartment they'd scraped up all of the money in their pockets to buy. Back to the scent of cigarette smoke in the air, back to the strange stains on the carpet in the hallway. Most importantly, back to Ryan. No matter how much resentment Min-gi might hold to him for having a girlfriend, Ryan usually made things better. 

He walked up the stairs and down the hall to apartment number 202, ironically. Unlocked and opened the door to find it dark inside save for a single lamp. Min walked in, curious, just to find Ryan curled up in the fetal position on the sofa. That really made him anxious.

"Hey...Ryan? You good, man?" Min sat on the empty portion of the sofa, near his head. 

Ryan stirred, rolling over onto his back. His head was resting a bit on Min's thigh, and it felt kind of nice. 

"I dunno…" He mumbled. "She broke up with me." 

"What?" Min looked down at Ryan, surprised. "Lisa? You're kidding." 

"Nope, not kidding." Ryan laced his fingers together over his stomach. "The thing is...I'm like, kind of relieved that she did it? How fucked up is that?"  

Min tilted his head in confusion. He really wanted to run his hand through Ryan's hair, but that was a really inappropriate thought for the moment. 

"She, uh...said some things. When she broke up with me." He sighed. "Called me a fag." Ryan laughed, like he found it funny. Min didn't. 

"Dude, what? Why?" Min's voice was a little shaky, for no other reason than that they were talking about gay people. 

Ryan sighed. "Take a good look at us, Min." He brought his forearm up to cover his eyes. "We're two dudes, living in a one bedroom apartment together. We do everything together. Of course she's gonna think there's something going on." 

Min felt like he was going to fucking disintegrate. "U-Uh...and that's a bad thing?"

"I mean...no. It just kind of clicked that...maybe she's right. Maybe I am gay." Ryan sat up, his back facing towards Min. He didn't look back. " I always assumed that I'd be straight, but this...it makes sense. None of my relationships have ever worked out. With women." 

Min reached out and gently touched his shoulder. "Ryan...it's okay." 

Ryan looked back, now, and his eyes were watery. Min frowned.

“How could it be okay?” His voice cracked as he spoke. “It’s just another reason for people to hate me. For my parents to hate me. Hell, maybe even you.” By the time that he finished talking, his voice was almost inaudible. 

"No!" Min almost shouted, jolting forward. "No. Ryan, I could never hate you." Fuck, how was he supposed to tell Ryan he's gay now? Part of him wanted to shout it out impulsively, but the other part, it just wanted to keep hiding. Because what if something goes wrong? What if Ryan's in love with someone else? All what ifs. He really needed to stop. 

Min inhaled deeply. Here goes. "This is gonna sound really coincidental, but...I'm gay too." 

Quickly, Ryan turned around to face Min. His eyes were wide behind his glasses. 

"What? No fucking way. You're kidding." Ryan was leaning forward, using his fists to prop him up. 

Min shook his head. "No...I'm not. I was gonna tell you soon anyway, but now seemed like a good time." He scratched his head awkwardly.

Then, Ryan launched at him, hugging him. Arms wrapped around his neck, knees touching Min's thighs, the whole package. Min was sure he'd die with how flushed his face was; but thankfully, he didn't. 

After what felt like a while, Ryan finally spoke. 

"I love you." He mumbled into Min's shoulder. 

Min paused. "In a gay way, or…?" 

Ryan laughed. "Yeah, you idiot." He shook his head in amusement. 

"Good. That's...great." He hugged Ryan tighter, finally letting himself run his fingers through his hair. It was soft, just like he expected. "I love you too." 

[yutahoes]

Otou-Chan

Yuta Nakamoto x Reader (Y/N) Smut

(Chapter Seventeen)

Summary: 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐡𝐰𝐚 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐘𝐮𝐭𝐚’𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬.

Warning:  Fluff, Phone Sex, Mutual Masturbation

Word Count: 3k

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17. Growing

“Are you sure you can go to work now?” Yuta asked as he stopped in front of the publishing house. It’s been three days since he found (Y/N) in their home and although he didn’t tell her, he already bought their old house. That way, when her dad comes back, he can ask him to go to rehab. The girl nodded while checking her bag. “So this is how it feels like…” She gave him a curious look. Feels like what? “Bringing your daughter to her first day of school.”

(Y/N) had to giggle at that, Yuta is so cute. “Are you going to cry, otou-chan?” She teased but Yuta just chuckled, pinching her cheek. “I’ll call you later.” He raised an eyebrow at her. She would always say that but until now, he doesn’t know her number yet. “I promise, I’ll call.” She said before opening the door of the car. Yuta shook his head laughing to himself as he started the car. Let the waiting game begin.

The two were out for lunch, Jaehyun is abroad and Johnny is not around, leaving (Y/N) alone in the publishing house. She wanted to get lunch with her co-workers but she had to finish the illustration she’s tasked to do. And since she’s bored, she decided to get her phone and click speed dial 2. The phone was ringing as she bit her lip, deciding if this is a good idea or not. “Mosh mosh, Yuta Nakamoto desu.” And she automatically smiled at that. He sounded so hot talking in Japanese.

“Mosh mosh, (Y/N) desu.” She repeated while giggling that made the guy smile.

Yuta cleared his throat, seeing the investors look at him weirdly. He put down his phone for a second, making Doyoung shake his head at him. “Please give me a second. It’s an important call.” Then returned his phone to his ear, turning around from the group of guys. Doyoung just gave the men an apologetic smile then glared at Yuta. “Hey, (Y/N).”

“Are you busy?” she asked, obviously overhearing what he said. “I’ll just call you later.”

“It’s fine. Did you eat lunch?” She said no and he sighed. “I’ll order food for you, what do you want?”

She had to gasp at that. “Jungwoo is already buying me food. Go back to your meeting, Yuta. Call me when you're done.” He asked if he can do that and she just said yes.

“I’ll call you later.” She immediately ended the call that made him sigh then returned to the meeting as if nothing happened. Doyoung sighed at the smiling CEO. He’s really lovesick for his own good.

--

(Y/N) finished her lunch and is doing her work when her phone rang, grinning at the person who said hello on the other line. “Did you have lunch?” Yuta asked and she hummed a yes. “Busy?”

She shook her head although he clearly cannot see her. Jungwoo only smiled while watching her. “Just finalizing some illustrations.” She claimed then put down her drawing pen to focus on him. “Is the meeting done? What happened?”

There was an obvious shift in Yuta’s voice that made her bite her lip. Is that a wrong question? Did something bad happen during the meeting? Is she at fault? “The company has new investors from New Zealand.” He said then sighed. “More paper works, more production to look after.” She giggled at that. At least it’s good news. But this only means that Yuta will get stressed once again.

Three days of spending the night in his place made her aware of the demanding job of the CEO. Sometimes, she can hear him in the middle of the night still talking to some people. He would often stay up late just working on his laptop and even while eating, his eyes were glued on his phone. “I’m staying over at Jungwoo’s place tonight. We have to finish the manhwa for publication on Friday.” She claimed and Yuta hummed in response.

“I’ll be out of the country on Friday.” He shared that surprised her. Suddenly? “I’ll leave the apartment keys to you if you want to stay there on weekend. I’ll be back Monday night.”

She really needed a place to stay. She should stop going to someone’s house just to stay the night. She realized that when Yuta left the apartment keys to her that Friday morning, even asking her if she wanted souvenirs from New Zealand. Honestly, she wanted to come with him but she can’t leave especially now that she had to finish the first chapter of her manhwa set for publishing. 

She stayed at his place that Saturday morning since Lucas is back in Korea and she wanted Jungwoo to spend some quality time with him. The place seemed empty without him. How can he live here alone for years? Does he bring girls over? Or maybe he’s living with her girlfriend. Wait, does Yuta have a girlfriend? Is he married? She shook her head, why would he show interest in her if that’s the case?

She decided to do the laundry first, putting her clothes inside the washer. (Y/N) noticed one of her bra missing. Maybe she left it at Jungwoo’s place but that’s hardly the case. Lucas is sensitive about female’s clothes in their apartment. So where could it be? (Y/N) also put Yuta’s clothes in the washer since the ahjumma who was supposed to clean his house cannot go today. Maybe she can just clean up the house in exchange for staying here.

His clothes smelled like him and she suddenly missed him. Why does he have to be abroad now? And why is she so horny for him? Checking the calendar, it must be her ovulation period. Well, that explains her getting this horny. The vibrator, she thought, Yuta has it. Is it still here?

After cleaning the living room, she took a quick shower and wore his larger white shirt. (Y/N) had to borrow his computer so she went inside his study room and opened his desktop computer, surprised to see pictures of her as his screen wallpaper. Well, if this isn’t Yuta she would be terrified. How did he get these pictures? While she’s staying here? She opened the browser to send Johnny an email but it only restored some tabs. (Y/N) smiled, he was searching topics about flowers used for confession, how to tell a girl you love her, and even things like the traditional way of pursuing someone. Is he that serious?

And since she already has access to his computer, she decided to dig deeper and find out something about the guy. Maybe he can find his kinks by searching his browser history. But it’s clean, even a secret folder isn’t available on his computer. Doesn’t he watch porn? How is he so good in bed? Is he born with it? Or he had other girls to practice with? Well, the way they first met is rather smooth. Maybe he really is a fuckboy. So what’s with all this romance shit?

An engine search of nearby alcoholic rehab centers got her attention. He did say that before, he wanted to put her dad in rehab and have him sober. But how can Yuta, a total stranger, force her dad to do that? And where is he? He never picked up her calls and she didn’t know any friends that he has. He never returned to the house as well. A smile escaped her lips when she found out he searched about how to make bungeoppang. Why is Yuta confusing her?

Her phone rang that surprised her, an international number. Speaking of the devil. “Hi, have you eaten?” Yuta asked and she giggled. Did he call just to ask this? “Are you at work? Busy?”

“I’m at home.” The line got silent for a few seconds before she clarified, “I mean your home.” If possible, she can see how he smiled on the other line. “Sorry, I didn’t ask permission but I used your computer. And your clothes.”

The guy on the other line laughed. “It’s fine.” Then he stopped. “You saw the wallpaper?” She giggled at that, teasing that he’s too obsessed with her. “I had to keep myself sane when you’re not beside me.” (Y/N) wanted to swoon at that. How can he say those words so flawlessly? No doubt, he has some practice. “Wait, hold on…” he started. “You’re wearing my clothes?”

“Well yeah. I had to wash my clothes so I borrowed yours.” She bit her lip. Two can play a game. “Is that a bad thing, daddy?” she asked in a whisper and Yuta cursed. “Will I get punished, otou-chan?”

She could hear something closing on the other line then a click as if he’s locking something. “Fuck baby!” he cursed once again before sighing hard. “It’s still early here and the investors are here. Please don’t do this to me.” (Y/N) had to giggle at that. “Besides I’m not thrilled with the idea of punishing you. I just want to see you in my clothes.”

“Do you want a video?”

Yuta laughed. “Save it for later. I’ll call you when I’m alone in the hotel room.”

(Y/N) smiled. “I’ll be waiting.” He giggled. Yuta had to remind her to get something to eat before dropping the call since he has a meeting to attend to. Now, (Y/N) had to get herself busy while waiting for their sexy night time call.

--

She already sent her work to Johnny, finished cleaning the house, and even finished the work Ten had asked help with. Yet there’s still no phone call from Yuta. Did he forget? Is he too busy? But she can’t stop her horniness now. Why did Ten ask her to edit his illustration? A phone sex one shot where the couple had the best masturbation of their life. And now, it made her excited and wet. 

The vibrator, she thought. She’s sure Yuta hid it somewhere here in his house. Or in his office? How can she let off alone? Maybe she’ll look for amazing porn and just finger herself. Or she could call Yuta? No, he might be really busy. Glancing at his bed, there might be a way she can get off with his help.

She had never done it before. Totally, a first. But she had seen a lot of deal like this in porn and it’s pretty normal. She removed her sweatpants, leaving her in just her underwear and Yuta’s white shirt. She felt dirty just imagining what she would do to an inanimated object and it can’t help that she’s thinking about Yuta’s reaction when he sees his sheet wet. Will he let him see it?

She sat on his pillow, letting her wet core rub against the dark sheets and she moaned at the friction. It was good. Really good. But something is missing. Him.

She wished Yuta is here then maybe she’s not humping his pillow and he’s already giving her the best orgasm like what he always does. Maybe she can ride his cock or even better, he can eat her out. And the thought sent shivers down her spine as her wet core brushed against his pillow.

The imagery of Yuta under her, riding his face rather than his pillow sent (Y/N)’s mind into a frenzy. How would those red lips kiss her pussy lips? How can that warm tongue explore her cavern? She moaned at the thought, holding the headboard using her left hand or she might bump her head from the pleasure. Her right hand pinched her nipples, squeezing her breast imagining Yuta’s hands doing the deed. There’s no doubt, Yuta is the only one who can give her the orgasm she needs.

She was close, too close when her phone rang. Both her hands were occupied and she’s still reaching that much-needed orgasm so she didn’t bother about the call. It stopped for a second then it rang again that made her annoyed. Who would call her? Pissed off, she accepted the call without checking the caller ID. “What took you so long?” She bit her lip at that. Yuta. “Are you busy? Did you eat?”

And that’s the least of her concerns now. She humped the pillow faster, letting her moans escape her mouth to reach Yuta then maybe he could get the idea. “What the hell are you doing?” he asked, obviously pissed off and it just sounded so hot against her ear. The girl dropped her phone in front of her, moaning loudly that if he had neighbors they’ll obviously hear.

She whimpered at the pleasure of her orgasm, rubbing her wetness on his pillow and even leaving a stain. (Y/N) picked up the phone and Yuta was asking for a video call. Really? When she’s just done with her orgasm? She declined the request and put the phone against her ear. “Hello?” she said in a shaky breath.

Yuta clucks his tongue at her. “Good?” He sounded agitated that she didn’t answer back, scared. “Is it another vibrator?” Oh yeah, she thought, Jungwoo’s vibrator. “Are you having fun without me, baby girl?” She gulped at his words. It sounded so hot that she grew wet again. This is bad. “Did you lose your tongue, baby girl?”

He sounded so dominant on the phone that she wanted to see him, maybe he’s in bed stroking his cock with a serious face. Maybe he looks angry and she wanted to see that. She shouldn’t have canceled that video request. “No, otou-chan,” she said softly.

“You were moaning loudly earlier. Why are you so quiet now?” he asked and she bit her lip. Totally hot. Her fingers trailed on her clit and she gave a breathy whimper. “What are you doing now?” But she didn’t answer, biting her lip to prevent moaning. He cursed in Japanese that made her arch her back at how erotic that sounded. “Were you touching yourself, princess?” She answered a muffled yes, turning around that she’s lying stomach flat on his bed as she inserted a finger inside her. “Is it satisfying? Your fingers?”

“No, Yuta,” she answered just as a moan escaped her mouth. Yuta laughed on the other line. “I want you.”

He chuckled once again. “Doesn’t sound like it, princess.” he teased. “Open your video, I want to see you.” A video request can be seen again and she only saw him in a suit, lying in what looks like a bed before looking the other way in embarrassment.

The guy can see her in his shirt, her nipples perked up. He can’t really see what she’s doing but the shaking of her body made him aware that she really is fingering herself. How wild, he thought. Why is she so horny like this? He opened his dress shirt then his pants, touching his cock which started to get hard at the image presented in front of him. “Princess, let me see you. I’ll make you feel good.”

(Y/N) had to fix her phone so that he could see her fully and she moaned when she realized that he was also touching himself. "Yuta…" she said breathlessly. "I want you."

"Oh sweetheart, I wish I'm there right now." He groaned against his phone. "I wanted to do a lot of things to you," Yuta said sensually while touching his body. "I want your pretty lips wrapped around my cock." And he changed the angle of the video to where he was jerking his hard rock arousal. "I want you squirming in orgasm under me. To dick you down real hard that you can only remember my name." She kept on calling for his name as her fingers sent her to the edge of her orgasm. "(Y/N)." He called sensually. "Baby!"

And that does it. She orgasmed on his bed for the second time but this time, she spoiled his sheets. Yuta was chuckling as she was riding out her orgasm, his hand still lazily jerking his cock. "Naughty girl." He teased. "Do you like soiling the sheets?"

"I'm sorry." She said biting her lip. "And it's not only the sheet that I stained." She said guiltily then showed him the pillow with a wet mark. "I'll just wash these tomorrow..."

"Don't." Yuta reacted instantly. "Leave it. I want it on my bed when I return on Monday."

"Pervert."

"Says the girl who was humping my pillow." She rolled her eyes. "You like unanimated objects, is that your kink?" He asked and she gave him a curious expression. "My pillow. That stupid vibrator…"

"Speaking of the vibrator, where is that?"

Yuta chuckled. "First drawer to the left side table." She dropped her phone for a while before checking the place Yuta mentioned, surprised to see the object shattered inside. A gasp escaped her mouth and he laughed once again. "I already told Jungwoo that I will pay for it." He reasoned out and she shook her head, still assessing the object. How did he break this? Is he that mad? "So say goodbye to my pillow for making you cum." Does he have anger issues?

But that is hot, she had to admit. She feels loved; like someone is being really possessive of her. "Can you calm down Yuta?" She sighed. "You should break yourself for always putting me on edge." He giggled at that. "Are you going back on Monday?" He nodded and she pursed her lips. "Can I stay the night on Monday? Lucas is still here in Korea."

Again, a chuckle. "Sure but I won't let you go to work on Tuesday." She raised an eyebrow at him and he just smirked. "Do you think you can walk properly after I'm done with you? I don't think so, princess." She smiled at that. Well, she wanted that.

Yuta promised to message her in the morning and asked her to get some rest already. He smiled when the video call dropped. This girl, really. Why is she shaking him like this? And why isn't it Monday yet?

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Chapter 16 / Chapter 18

Happy New Year Everyone! 🎉🎆🎇

[wickedlyqueer]

Holy Poly

Ever since @gliyerabaa became obsessed with the Glinda/Fiyero/Elphaba ship it suddenly reminded me I wrote a poly fic years ago where essentially the Charmed Circle lived together and most of them were dating each other.

I never finished or published it, because I’m first and foremost a gelphie ho. to a point it felt wrong to be calling it a poly fic, bc I just wanted to focus on the gelphie dynamic.

Anyway, because I promised Rae (and I’m sure they’d love to see some gliyeraba content they didn’t write themself) this was the intro chapter of the modern AU, fresh out of college, poly chapter I wrote like 3 years ago.

Save the trees!

Perhaps every accidental cluster of people had a short period of grace. Although gracious was probably not the best word to describe the weirdly formed, yet close-knit circle. Exuberant. Loud. Queer. Those were better words. A loving found family that could not been torn apart even if fate wanted it to.

Neither was their time together short-lived. At least, not if it was up to Glinda. After most of them had graduated last summer, the crushing college debt and the terrifying world that was job hunting in a broken economic system made the decision on cohabitation all the easier.

On the outskirts of Shiz they had found their home: a small house with just enough room for the six of them to not suffocate. It was nothing fancy, but none of them would want it any other way. 

“Elphie’s not here?”

Glinda had entered the living room where the boys were spread lazily across their two mismatched couches bought at a garage sale.

“Nope, left quite a while ago,” Boq replied.

“Aren’t they at their usual train station spot harassing people?” 

“Language, Crope,” from the kitchen came Fiyero’s rich voice. “Spreading awareness about global warming isn’t the same as harassing.”

“Fine. It’s annoying people then.”

“Not everyone finds that awareness crap annoying,” Tibbett said, throwing a casual glance at Glinda. “I believe someone went weak at the knees for that.”

She felt a blush creeping up; not for the comment he made, but for the comment that was about to come. It had turned into an inside joke in their circle, and she had learned from experience that the less she objected the more humiliation she was spared.

“Is it?” Crope wiggled his eyebrows. “The way I heard, she complimented Elphie on their dedication to the cause for painting their entire visage green.”

The trio threw a fist in the air and shouted in unison, “Save the trees!” without their attention leaving the screen. 

“I hate every single one of you.” 

“You can’t deny that’s how it went, Glin,” Fiyero commented. “Have you tried texting by the way?”

“I think their phone died,” she checked one more time for any messages, but still no response from Elphaba. “Remind me to ambush them again for getting a decent phone.”

“At least they lost that brick phone.”

Crope snorted. “Yeah, right. Lost.”

Tibbett gave him a wicked smile. “No fun in being a tattletale, babe.”

Whatever they were grinning about it was Crope and Tibbett, and Glinda prefered to stay ignorant on the subject. She headed towards the kitchen where Fiyero was cooking dinner. A towel hanging over his shoulder and his beautiful long black hair stuffed in a loose bun so no strains could spoil the food.

“Smells good, Yero.” She wrapped her arms around his belly, and stretched out completely on her tiptoes and almost managed to put her chin on his shoulder. “If only I could see if it looks as equally good.”

Fiyero laughed heartily and sank through his knees so Glinda could see better. “How about now?”

She smiled. “So far this meal is Glinda-approved.”

“That’s all I need.”

A cheer came from Boq from the living room having beaten the other two at the game. 

“I think I’m going to check the train station,” Glinda said as she let go off Fiyero; the pose was growing uncomfortable for the both of them. Their height difference was ridiculous. How she had ended up with two partners so much taller than her was beyond her.

“Oh, you know what you should do? Call Nessa. Maybe she can contact Elphie through their sibling telepathy.”

“I think that only works when they have something to bicker about,” Glinda said, but dialed the number anyway. “Goes straight to voicemail.”

“Why do those two even have phones?” Fiyero muttered. 

“Okay, so train station and then I’ll drop by Nessa’s dorm to check on her too. Any other places Elphie might be?”

Four voices spoke as one. “The library.”

“Should’ve figured that one out myself.”

“Glin, you do know Elphie’s like a cat, right? They always find their way back home eventually.”

“I know, but I feel like going outside for a bit. I’ll see you tonight.”

“Sure thing. Oh, and Glinda?”

She turned around. “Hm?”

He took her hand and planted a chaste kiss on her fingertips. “Can I just say you look absolutely wonderful today?”

She beamed. “You’re too charming for your own good Fiyero.” 

“It’s why he has so many partners,” Crope called from the couch, apparently eavesdropping on the conversation. There was zero privacy in this house. “Too handsome too. Who could say no to that gorgeous face?”

“Not us,” added Tibbett. “And don’t forget that he’s a flirt without realizing it. It just comes natural to him and it’s adorable.”

Fiyero had the advantage that his dark skin hid most of his blush, but knowing him since high school, Glinda knew what a flustered Fiyero looked like. 

“I just got a lot of love to share, I guess,” he smiled shyly. “Let me know when you find Elphaba, okay? Dinner will be ready around seven.” 

--

Elphaba wasn’t at the library and neither were they at the train station. All Glinda found there were old memories. She could see the young, nervous girl fresh from the Pertha Hills standing on the platform. Fiyero’s steady hand on her shoulder to ease her worries. Had four years really passed so quickly?

She traced her footsteps from the past. Her gaze wandering over the square in front of the train station like it did then. The only thing that was missing, was a green person storming towards her. From that moment on she was captivated by Elphaba, although the first few months she had let her socialite behavior overrule.

“You could’ve disclosed in our online correspondence that you’re green!” 

She had whined once she had found out the Green-Tree-From-Shiz-Station was her roommate. Elphaba had pointed at the five enormous trunks brought into their room by an upperclassman.

“Only if you had disclosed you would bring your entire house with you.”

Glinda had thought the roommate matching system had completely failed her. No way had she the highest match with a snarky, social-reclusive green person! It had taken her some time to realize they were ridiculously similar, just coming from different angles.

Her path down memory lane continued when she entered Shiz campus. It only had been two months ago since she graduated, but it already felt foreign being here. As if she no longer fitted. A group of giggling first year students passed her. Glinda recognized her own innocence in them back at that age. Feeling as if you’re on top of the world only because you have yet to learn what that world entailed.

Unconsciously she had walked to Crage Hall. She admired the building when a busted up blue van pulled over. It was Elphaba’s. They all jokingly referred to it as the Abduction Truck, because that’s how sketchy it looked. 

Elphaba got out and moved over to the back of the truck. The only reason Elphaba had bought that van was to drive Nessa around. Normally they were a very dedicated public transport advocate, and although Elphaba would deny it, Glinda knew they’d bend their own morals to please Nessa.

Glinda walked towards the car and Elphaba looked surprised. “Hey, what are you doing here?”

“Looking for you actually.”

“Oh?” 

Elphaba opened the backdoors to reveal a Nessa waiting impatiently to be led out. “You do take your time don’t you, Elphaba? The air conditioner was already turned off and in this heated garbage tin can of yours I could’ve already suffocated. Hello Glinda.”

“Hey Nessa.”

Elphaba lifted the ramp from the truck. “And yet you still live. The Unnamed God must have favorites after all.”

Nessa rolled her eyes. “Just open a window next time, please?”

“Yes, your majesty.” Elphaba vastened the ramp and Nessa rode her wheelchair to the pavement.

Elphaba shoved the ramp back inside and closed the door. Glinda walked towards them and was met with a strong smell. She sniffed Elphaba’s shirt and got worried. “Why do you smell like chlorine? Were you near water?”

Elphaba gestured to Nessa. “Had to drive this kid to Red Sand.”

“Your half year check-up! I completely forgot.” One of the reasons why Elphaba had bought the van was so Nessa could study at Shiz. Every six months they had to drive all the way to Red Sand where Nessa had to do exercises in a swimming pool. That’s what Glinda understood of it at least. “How was it?”

“Still pretty paralyzed,” Nessa supplied dryly.

“Doctor Kazhki said your legs were looking healthy.”

“As healthy as they can be paralyzed, yes.”

Glinda tugged at Elphaba’s hand before the argument could escalate. “Hey, you vanished without a single message.”

Elphaba frowned. “No I didn’t, I sent you a text and—ah,” they had gotten their phone out. “Must’ve died before it was sent.”

“No way!” Glinda feigned surprise. “Tomorrow we’re gonna get you a new phone and I won’t hear any of your usual excuses.”

“Can you do your flirting somewhere that isn’t in front of me?” Nessarose disrupted them. “I’m going inside.”

She wheeled away.

“Thanks for the ride, Fabala. Oh no problem, Nessie.” 

Nessa turned around and stuck out her tongue. “If you can converse with yourself, what do you need me for?” 

“Ungrateful brat.”

It was their way of saying goodbye. Being an only child Glinda still had no idea how sibling relationships worked. Especially those of the Thropps.

“Go kiss your girlfriend.” Nessarose waved without looking behind and went into the building. 

Elphaba turned around and smirked. They wrapped their arms around Glinda’s waist. “Well you heard her.”

Glinda raised her eyebrows teasingly. “Since when do you take orders from your sister, hm?”

“Wow. You ruined the moment.” But they smiled and kissed her forehead. “I’m sorry I didn’t notify you.”

“All is forgiven. You’re here now.”

It was a beautiful afternoon and without another word between them they had agreed to walk around campus. Glinda curled into Elphaba’s arm. She had done it so many times before it was like second nature. She had loved strolling around campus with Elphaba, back when they were still at Shiz. Near the Suicide Canal they settled down in the grass and soaked up the nice autumn sun while it was still warm.

Glinda leaned into Elphaba and smiled. “This brings back memories.” 

“Curled up in my arms after one of our many picnics at the Suicide Canal? Whatever gave you that idea?” Elphaba teased.

Glinda nudged them playfully. “Sentimentality, I suppose. My entire walk I’ve been seeing myself through a looking glass.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, like at the train station I remembered–” Glinda stopped dead in her tracks. How could she have let that one slip!

Elphaba let out a roaring laugh. “Are you referring to our ‘meet-cute’?”

Her entire face had turned bright red. “It wasn’t cute, I’m still embarrassed by it.” 

“Aw, don’t be. It was actually refreshing from all the usual green freak insults.”

“How? I thought you were going for a metaphor to reflect a greener planet! I didn’t even consider a green person existing. How is that less offensive?”

“True, but then you became so flustered when I looked at you funny. I’ll never forget how you threw a fist in the air and yelled ‘save the trees!’ to show your support.”

Glinda buried her face into her hands. “Oh god.”

Elphaba laughed. “It was cute” and put their face closer. “You’re cute.”

“You’re making it worse,” Glinda’s words sounded muffled through her hands.

They planted a comforting kiss in her hair. “We still ended up like this, so it couldn’t have been all that bad, right?”

“I suppose,” her embarrassment fading, Glinda let herself fall back on Elphaba’s shoulder. “I thought I’d never see you again after that. Big surprise waited ahead of me. God, I thought you were a senior or something. No other freshman I know functioned that entire first week, and there you were, already trying to make the world a better place.” 

She felt Elphaba smile. “I was such a determined little fuck back then. I didn’t even sign up. I got off the train and saw the group of volunteers and basically pestered them until they gave me a jacket and some flyers to hand out.”

“And they haven’t gotten rid of you since.”

“Nope. I’m the best thing that happened to them.”

Glinda paused, weighing her words before saying, “And to me.”

“Damn, you are sentimental today,” Elphaba noted. 

Glinda took Elphaba’s chin and slowly lowered it until their eyes were leveled. Just before their lips touched she whispered, “You’re ruining the moment.”

“Now we’re even,” Elphaba murmured, smiling into the kiss.

--

A/N: to be clear of all the dynamics (bc they are very entangled and a bit of a mess): - Glinda is asexual and through high school became very dependable on Fiyero (as he was the first person she ever came out too). Dependable to a point they couldn’t imagine their lives separately. So it falls more in a QPR relationship, where their platonic bond is unbreakable. - Elphaba is non-binary, bi and aromantic. Their relationship with Glinda is definitely the most couple-y, and can be classified as a “typical” romantic relationship. They also connected with Fiyero instantly and fell for his charms. - Fiyero is very poly because this boy’s got a lot of love to share! He’s also aro (which might seem contradictory, but it’s something I’ve seen a lot of overlap with, funnily enough!) and so his relationship are very platonic/sexual based. he has that sort of relationship with Elphaba, Crope&Tibbett and one or two other people outside the charmed circle. - Tibbet’s genderfluid and good with any pronouns and will raid Glinda’s closet on any occasion. In an open relationship with Crope and they obviously communicate incredibly well with this. - Crope’s just very gay.  - Boq is a trans guy and aro/ace. He’s the only not in a typical “relationship” and definitely isn’t looking for that either, but he can’t live without his chosen family. Together with Fiyero, they’re basically the “dads” of the group and keeps everyone in check. 

If anyone wants to run with these dynamics; you have my blessing! I won’t be continuing this story but if it inspired you feel free to build on it!

[fandom-necromancer]

697. The moon is high tonight, it frames you well.

Another prompt by the perfect @smolandangry001! It’s a bit longer than the usual short but hey, I had a bit more time today and it was fun writing! Enjoy!

Fandom: Detroit become human | Ship: Reed900

There was no way this was going to work. Gavin looked over to the android standing in front of the printer and staring at it as if it had offended him and the whole of androidkind by requesting magenta for a black and white print. The thing was rightfully terrifying and while he didn’t mind that, it was difficult to imagine them playing the happy, love-drunk couple their killer would fall for.

It was one of the worse cases. Some idiot was determined that humans and androids shouldn’t be allowed to live together and love each other, deciding the best way to push his opinion was by killing them. There were already couples that feared being out in public together or broke up completely to stay safe. And while Gavin couldn’t care less about less people smooching each other in parks, this was so clearly wrong, even more gruesome than the “normal” serial killer in his eyes. It was out of question that asshole had to be stopped. But the how was something he would rather not think about at all: Connor had come up with the grand idea they would simply pose as a couple to bait the killer. And there really wasn’t a good reason to disagree with the plan except to maybe tell them- No. Never. Don’t even think about it!

‘So… Any plans on how to do this?’, Gavin asked, trying to hide that blush that was starting to creep up his cheeks. Nines sat down, slapping the pages on the desk after hacking the printer. He supposed that had to be at least a violation of some law but didn’t care enough to start a fight. ‘Of course, detective.’, he answered, cocking a brow. ‘I believe the humans call it “fake dating”.’ ‘Yeah, no shit Sherlock. Any idea how to do that?’ ‘Tonight. Seven p.m. Blue Iridescence. Dress accordingly.’ ‘What?’ ‘You heard me.’ ‘No way, I’m not paying that much for a fucking investigation!’ ‘87% of all android-human couples have at least one date in this restaurant as it is one of the openly android-friendly establishment considering we don’t eat. It is likely the killer is present considering all victims had been killed shortly after eating there.’ ‘Damn, if I’m broke at the end of the month because of this, I blame you!’

Gavin had picked up his best clothing – a suit from when Eli had made the first robot to pass the Turing-test. Came to think of it, this had been the last time he had worn it, too. Well, he wasn’t the fancy type after all and from all the people he had dated until now, he probably had the best fashion sense still. Thankfully it still fit, it was even weirdly comfortable. He took extra time to wash and brush his hair, trying to make everything work together. But when he looked into the mirror, he just looked… foreign to himself. In a final thought he unpacked the cologne Eli had gifted him one Christmas years ago. It probably cost more than his car, but well, there wouldn’t be a better occasion to use it, he mused.

Kissing goodbye his cat he walked down to his car and funnily enough thought about calling an automated vehicle. But he brushed it off and sat behind the wheel. He was still him and he loved that old thing with all his knacks. He might wear a suit, but that didn’t change him. True to that, Nines snarled at him pulling up in the Blue Iridescence’s parking lot. The expression vanished when he exited the car and patted down the light jacket. Gavin swore that LED changed to yellow for a millisecond there and grinned. ‘What? Didn’t thought I had expensive stuff?’ ‘It’s good to see you heeded my call and dressed for the occasion.’ Had that just been the android equivalent of telling him he looked nice? Gavin felt his cheeks heating up again and walked up to the entrance instead of answering. ‘Shall we go in, then?’

Nines looked good, too. He had exchanged the Cyberlife-jacket for a long black coat, fitting perfectly with black dress pants, polished shoes and a spot of colour added by a thirium-blue scarf. Although there was the stupid turtleneck underneath, Gavin couldn’t say anything bad about the droid’s appearance. Quite the opposite was true. They entered, Nines dropping the scarf and coat to stack it neatly away in an offered cupboard and waiting to take Gavin’s jacket too. Caught off-guard Gavin scrambled to take it off and hand it over, as they were saved by a waiter to show them to their table. Finally, Gavin got his head out of his ass enough to return the compliment: ‘You look fine, too, toa- Nines.’

Damn, come on, Gavin, this is an investigation, dumbass. Play your role! But before they could get on with any of the fake-couple talk, they were both given cards, quite useless for Nines, but he accepted it politely, pretending to look into it, while Gavin suppressed a ‘Holy shit’ as he looked at the prizes. Nines shifted one hand on the menu and showed him his palm discretely. Take anything. The DPD covers the expenses, it’s an investigation after all. Now, that was something Gavin liked to hear, and he grinned like the asshole he was underneath the layers of fancy he wore today. They ordered their horribly overprized meals. Nines could even be persuaded into trying something thirium-based they desperately tried to push on the market now to get the most of their new fellow citizens.

Then they waited and Gavin still wrestled with the horrifying thought they would have to actually have a conversation now that didn’t involve work. It was becoming even more terrifying as Nines looked at him in a way he sure as hell shouldn’t. He had leaned forwards, head gently resting on an elbow and the other hand toying with the tablecloth. But these eyes. Fuck, the idiot hadn’t watched some romance flicks in preparation, had he? And shit, Gavin couldn’t even do anything against it without blowing their cover. ‘I’m so happy you agreed to this’, the android told him in the worst, most sappy and love-sick voice imaginable. ‘I’ve been waiting months to finally go out with you.’ Fuck, this was a blush he couldn’t hide, why body, why? ‘Yeah, me too.’ That earned him a sharp kick under the table and wincing Gavin added: ‘But work got in the way the last few times, I’m sorry… my love.’ Oh god, that was awful, Gavin hoped to get his food soon and be able to keep it down once eaten.

Nines was smiling and it was borderline creepy knowing the reserved android at work. ‘How are the cats?’ Oh thank phck the android threw him a bone. ‘Good, actually.’ Wait, when had he told the tin-can he had… ‘They are dipshhhh’ He coughed. His normal self probably wasn’t appropriate here… ‘tipsy as always. Have I told you of the time she tried to jump on the couch but didn’t make it and fell, looking confused as ph- looking really confused?’ Oh thank god, he could talk about his cats for hours and could at least focus on something else than the damn tin-can giving him the most obvious heart-eyes in history until he was interrupted by the waiter bringing them their food. Well Gavin his food and Nines a weird blue mush that looked like a science experiment crossbreeding mashed potatoes and jello gone horribly wrong. But, because this was a fancy restaurant, it was decorated with all sorts of stuff that wasn’t edible for both humans and androids. It was the first time that evening that the real Nines resurfaced as he looked at the “food” as if this had been a personal offense. But nonetheless he took a bite and it seemed to surprise him.

He looked back up to him, and there was this horrible smile again. The android exploited the fact that he was occupied with chewing and eating and continued talking. ‘That’s what I love about you. You are so passionate!’ It took all his will and luck to not choke on the bit and he believed to be just as red as his phcking tomato-sauce. But oh damn, this was the prelude to one of these cutesy back-and-forths, wasn’t it? He struggled for words and hid it under chewing and swallowing. Then he set up a smile by himself and leaned in, too. ‘Aw come on, babe, there’s nothing I’m more passionate about than you.’ Oh god, this was torture. Let Nines take over, damn, just play along. He wouldn’t even say stuff like this would he really have a mad crush on the android, which he had not! Definitely not. Just normal colleagues, yes. Now continue eating.

He wanted to reach for a tissue, but Nines had other plans. Quicker than he could see, the android had covered his hand with his own and Gavin froze, locking eyes with him and putting his most hateful stare in it he could conjure. Except wow, this was actually not that bad. No sweat, just the texture and consistency of normal skin. Until the damn tin-can took it a step further and retracted it. Immediately it changed to a cold contact, but not unpleasant and damn, Gavin could get accustomed to that- No! No, this was just for a case, Gavin remember.

Gavin managed to concentrate on the food, playing along to Nines who took over the evening, praising him and talking about normal-people’s banter, peppering it with affectionate gestures wherever possible. And Gavin managed to never flinch away. By the time they got to dessert, he had adapted and a few parts of him had stopped screaming at him. It was a nice evening, all things considered. Good food - good free food - a nice ambience and hell, although none of his fantasies with Nines involved eating at a restaurant, this sure was pleasant.

The android had even gotten a laugh out of him. Damn, Gavin really had lost his internal battle. Hopefully Nines didn’t notice he wasn’t just playing his role here. As they were finally finished, Nines paid by interfacing with the android waiter and helped Gavin up, his hand loosely remaining on his hip on their way out. He even helped him into his jacket before putting on his own clothes and tied his scarf around Gavin’s neck. The hell? But Gavin wasn’t really able to protest. Not only because this was still an investigation, the food added with a few glasses of light alcohol had made him sluggish and warm, feeling content all over.

Nines stayed close and led him away from the parking lot. ‘Hey, Nines, my car’s there, shouldn’t we take…’ ‘Let’s go for a walk, Gav. I heard it is good for a human’s digestion. Also, I have my own reasons’, he added with a smirk. ‘And they would be?’ ‘The moon is high tonight, it frames you well.’ He openly smiled at him and pulled him closer. ‘I’m simply admiring the view. It isn’t often we have the time to be together outside of work.’ Gavin blushed again but oh, this closeness was reeeally nice and damn, the android had just called him beautiful again. Without noticing it, Gavin snuggled deeper into the touch, brushing the thought away that he dearly needed an excuse ready when this whole charade ended. He giggled at himself as he pulled his phone out. ‘Don’t you dare’, came the hissed warning from beside him, but Gavin ignored it. ‘Selfie time!’

He only shot one, but that was enough. As he wanted to send it to Tina for future blackmail, he realised it wasn’t just the two of them visible: There was a third party behind them, someone they knew well enough for recognition. ‘Shit, duck!’ He pushed Nines in the back, although that hadn’t any effect. But the android reacted simultaneously. Both spun around, Nines lurched at their pursuer afterwards and Gavin had his pistol out from where it had been hidden in his jacket. ‘Phck, the waiter?’, he cried out as Nines was on top of the android and pinned him to the ground. ‘Phck, Nines, the food! Was it poisoned?’ ‘No, Gavin.’ ‘Your mushy shit? Had it a virus?’ ‘No.’ ‘How can you be sure?’ Nines groaned as an answer, repositioning the struggling bot and pulled out a small pistol and a knife out. ‘I think this is enough evidence, as the victims were killed by stab wounds and blood loss, not poison. Also, this knife had been thoroughly cleaned before.’ ‘Shit, okay, you have him? I’m gonna call this in!’

Half an hour later, the waiter was driven off, not with a last ‘You are sick, androids and humans don’t belong together!’ Gavin courtly answered with two middle fingers risen high in the air. Then he turned, only to see the android that followed his example, even if not as enthusiastically. Gavin gaped at him until he dropped his arms and asked: ‘What?’ ‘Nothing’, Gavin murmured bewildered. ‘He is an asshole. If anyone deserves it it’s him. Your behaviour was appropriate.’ ‘Yeah, but you acting like me? Ah, forget it never mind.’ He shook his head. Maybe he had rubbed off on the android more than he had initially thought. ‘Anyways, where did you got these mad theatre skills from?’ ‘I don’t understand.’ ‘Oh you do, come on. In there. The fake-dating stuff?’ ‘Oh. Although exaggerated greatly the message was intended.’ ‘Excuse me?’ ‘I meant what I said, Gavin.’ ‘You- You are kidding me, right?’ ‘No.’ The android’s posture got more rigid and the casual feeling the evening had ended in started to fade. ‘Should I? You seemed to enjoy it after some time adapting.’ ‘Holy shit.’

‘So…’ It sounded terribly self-conscious now. ‘Should we continue our little walk?’ Gavin looked at the leaving officers that ignored them for what it was worth. Hell, he had accepted it over the course of the evening. Maybe he should step out of his own way this time… Just try it out. What could go wrong, really? He smiled barely visible. ‘Yeah, why not. I mean, if the moonlight frames me right… who am I to deprive you of the view?’

This time it was on Nines to blush.

[lost-mind-of-a-schizophrenic]

My delusion about the war came back...

My hallucinations made me stay up till 3am then they woke me up at 5am! And then I finally fell back asleep at 7:30am

I woke up from a dream that the war was starting again around 8:30am by a giant plane flying by then everyone hid. We hid in our garage and turned off all the night then we had an announcement that we had to dance and do certain things or we would be killed. Then my grandpa got us all in the car and tried to drive away then the road was like destroyed on one side and the car was about to fall and I woke up.

Then after 20 minutes of panicking I fell back asleep to only have another weird dream!

Benji’s leg was weirdly placed and was limping then I realized he tore his ligament really bad and it was sticking out and I tried so hard to keep contacting the vet and I’m not sure what even happened with that. Then my great grandpa that I live with told me if someone comes to our house to not tell them who I am and lie about my name and hide if I hear planes. Then when he was showing me some pictures of his ok self when he was younger and world war 2 was happening a bunch of cars where going into peoples drive ways and my grandpa told us to hurry and hide downstairs so we and my grandpa hugged me and cried. Then we heard them walking in the house then I woke up because my moms husband walked into my real house and it scared the crap out of me and I freaked out thinking the war was legit starting but then Benji ran to me and did DPT and I saw his leg was okay... it was now 9:30am and I’m now scared to ever fall back asleep again

Now I’m terrified or planes even more and cars coming in our drive way and every sound makes me think someone is coming for me because it’s the war!

WHAT DO I DO!!😩

[lesbianstarkx]

Happy Little Mistakes - Agent Kay (Kevin Brown) x Fem!Reader [Josh Brolin Character Imagine]

In which Kevin Brown thought that he was going to live out the rest of his life just working, but then he finds you, a southern agent with a sassy attitude, and he recalls the moment you first met.

This is sorta SHIT but it’s okay,,i finished it. This is also showing up SUPER ugly on mobile, so if it messed up: the italicized is a flashback and there’s supposed to be a little border in between those paragraphs, but if it’s not showing up, just use your imagination I guess 😩 anything not italicized is present time.

If you haven’t seen Men in Black 3, watch this to get a feel for Josh Brolin’s character and his accent! 

NOTE: THIS TAKES PLACE IN THE 1960′S, AND I’M IGNORING AGENT KAY AND AGENT OH’S CHEMISTRY FOR THE SAKE OF THIS :)))))

Warnings: Mentions of smut with no detail, usage of female pronouns

Agent Kay, also known as Kevin Brown, had devoted his whole life to his work. It had been his promise whenever he joined the MIB that his mission would be protecting earth; nothing more, nothing less. He hadn’t had a lot to live for before he joined, and he knew the risks— you disappear, no trace of you being alive outside of the Men In Black, unless you decide to opt out— but he decided that he was destined for this job.

And he was good at it.

Disappearing, that is. Distancing himself from people and keeping a private life, even if he had to spend time with them.

But you hadn’t been part of the plan. 

He had fully planned to live out the rest of his life just working for the MIB, no strings attached to anyone outside of the agency, but then you showed up. It’d been years ago, but he still remembered every detail like it had happened yesterday. 

“Agent Kay, we need you to take a stop by Peter’s restaurant downtown. We have reports that he’s got a underground alien object exchange after hours. He won’t-“

“Yeah, yeah, I’m on it.” Kay sighed against the phone as he began starting his car up again. “Wouldn’t be the first time. See ya, Oh.” He hung up at that, shoving the antenna back in before he tossed it into the passenger seat. Another day at work doing the same thing he always did. He could save the chitchat, he didn’t have the patience for it anymore.

He started up his old Ford and started towards Peter’s restaurant, the familiar rough hum of the car sputtering around him.

It was a Friday. The wind was blowing in through the window, cooling the warm air that surrounded him whenever he was still. Janis Joplin played gently through the radio, and it was 2:05pm.

He made it to Peter’s in about fifteen minutes, luckily having not been far whenever he started. Peter was an alien from a planet that was nearly impossible for a human to say— Agent Oh was the only one that could do it accurately— and he constantly caused problems. He wasn’t huge trouble, just greedy and always looking for new ways to make money, even if it meant doing shady business. Kay wasn’t a stranger to Peter and his tricks, and yet Peter still fell for his every time.

He checked himself in the mirror before he got out, re-buttoning his suit coat as he pushed the doors open to the restaurant. No sign of Peter at first glance, but his chicken-shit ass probably ducked and hid at the sight of Kay’s car pulling up. He raised an eyebrow and shoved a hand in his pocket as he began towards the kitchen, when suddenly, a voice sounding behind him stopped him in his tracks.

“You look like a tall glass of trouble.”

He turned, fully expecting trouble himself, but instead he was faced with the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on in his life. [h/c] hair that perfectly framed her face, and sparkling [e/c] eyes that seemed to stand out the more than anything he’d seen over the years.

He hadn’t seen you around here before, especially since most people that came in here weren’t actually humans, and you looked as human as they came. You smirked up at him confidently, and he was weirdly drawn in by that.

“Can I help you, ma’am?” He asked, his southern drawl taking you aback slightly, but you rolled with it nonetheless. It matched yours to boot.

“I know trouble when I see it. What you doing here?” You raised an eyebrow at him as you adjusted your top, the pencil behind your ear catching his attention before his eyes fell down to the pad of paper in front of you.

Ah, a reporter. That explains a lot.

“Nothing that’s important to you, and frankly-“

“Watch your back, slick.”

Suddenly, something hard hit Kay across his back and he stumbled forward slightly, falling from the force, but managed to turn around and grab whatever it was before it smacked him again. It was Peter, with some sort of long, metal tubing, and he looked absolutely terrified at the sight of Kay’s face. He frowned and quickly pulled the pipe from his grasp, pushing it forward into his stomach in one quick motion. He didn’t have to, but it was payback for the bruise that was already forming on his back.

And you still sat at your booth, unaffected and unamused, that small smirk still on your lips.

Kay caught sight of it whenever he glanced at you and wanted to say something, but before he had the chance, Peter retaliated faster than Kay anticipated and grabbed a nearby plate, smashing it over his head. He stumbled back slightly before he shook his head, glass pieces falling from his hair.

Alright, that was e-fucking-nough. He reached for his gun, only to realize—

It wasn’t there.

He heard the familiar sound of the weapon whirring to life before he even had a chance to register what could have happened to his trusted weapon, and whenever he looked up, his shoulders dropped at the sight of Peter pointing the gun at him, hands shaking.

“I’m tired of you nosy Men in Black! I’m just trying to live, man! Make a living! This is how things on my planet worked!” He yelled as Kay put his hands up, who was looking over at you, still sitting at the booth with a bemused look on your face and hands crossed.

Calm as fucking ever.

You were an interesting character, he thought, but this was sort of a bad place to be thinking things like that.

You let out a sigh as you took the pencil from your ear and laid it down on the table, and Peter quickly turned the gun on you, his hands beginning to shake even worse whenever he seen that you were unaffected by the presence of the barrel of the gun and only continued to step to him.

“Don’t come any closer, lady! I don’t wanna hurt you!”

You shrugged, “Won’t be a problem.”

And before Peter even had a chance to thing about pulling the trigger, you had pulled out your own gun, but instead of blasting him, an electric current hit the middle of his forehead and knocked him out cold. He spazzed and twitched for a moment before he lay still, and you put the weapon back into the holster that you hid under your top.

Kay looked at you with wide eyes for a moment before he regained his composure, that confident smirk returning to his face as you began to tuck your top back into your skirt.

“And who might you be?” He asked, walking over to grab his pistol from Peter’s grip. Clearly, you were aware of the existence of alien life, didn’t seem like the regular “ALIENS ARE REAL! I’ve devoted my whole life to my alien blog!” nutcase, and carried pretty heavy weaponry for someone he knew didn’t work for the MIB. So you peaked his interest even more.

You tossed him a look over your shoulder as you turned to return back to your booth, paying no attention to the unconscious alien body lying on the floor. “Nothing that’s important to you, frankly.”

Huh. Sass, too. He liked it.

“Fair enough.” He shrugged and put his gun back into its holster. “I’m gonna take a look in the back. You planning on leaving anytime soon, doll?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” You sat back and nodded him off. “I ain’t got my food yet.”

He laughed a little and shook his head before walking off at that, stepping over Peter’s body and just leaving him there. Everyone else in the restaurant were pretty much harmless, just Peter’s teenage kids that he used as cooks and excuses whenever he needed an out. They all immediately backed out of the way whenever Kay entered, and after a moment of looking around and seeing nothing suspicious, he finally turned to one of the kids to ask them a few questions.

Before he could even get a word out, they already pointed to a small switch that disguised itself as a spoon lying on the counter, and he nodded courteously at them before pulling it. Two huge doors opened at the back of the restaurant on the floor, and he smirked, already pulling his phone out so he could file the report and get clean up down to the building.

Once everything was set and cleanup was on their way, he had one thing left to deal with:

You.

And despite everything, he still felt like you were going to be the biggest challenge of this whole investigation. He made his way back into the seating area of the restaurant, whistling some tune he couldn’t quite place as he took a seat across from you in the booth, figuring it was better to just sit than ask.

“Deep Purple, I think.” You said, closing the notepad in front of you.

“What’s that now?”

“The song you were hummin’. I think it was a song from Deep Purple.”

He still looked at you completely perplexed, and you laughed, reaching up to push hair from your face. “I could tell by the way you faltered whenever you were whistlin’ that you didn’t know exactly what tune it was.”

His eyebrows lifted from their confused state at that and he nodded, laughing quietly with you.

“You sure do know your way around, ma’am. This scene and people both.” He smiled at you.

“What‘s that supposed to mean?”

“I just mean a little innocent reporter such as yourself, roaming around this part of town with weapons on you like that taser, completely unaffected by the alien lying unconscious on the ground? This ain’t your first rodeo.”

You shrugged and crossed your arms over your chest, leaning back in the booth. “Won’t be my last, neither.”

He laughed, that bright smile of his making your heart go 90 to nothing before he offered you his hand. “Agent Kay, MIB. What’s your name, baby doll?”

You smiled and promptly took his hand, shaking it. “Agent 9-3, TISCW.”

“TISCW?” He leaned back and looked over at the array of condiments, arranging them casually as he raised an eyebrow. “What in good god is that supposed to stand for?”

“The Intergalactic Safety Commission of Women.” You answered, reaching over to fix the salt shaker that he had put back haphazardly. “While ya’ll down here take care of your people, we take care of people everywhere that are domesticated planets. And, we actually stay true to our name. Women only.”

“Never heard of ya’ll.” He said, leaning forward, his elbows resting on the table. You did the same, your faces only inches apart.

“That’s because American’s never take the time to get to know anyone outside of America.”

“You sound pretty American to me, doll.”

“I’m a special case.” You smirked, then reached forward, picking a small piece of glass from the plate that had smashed from his hair. You watched his eyes fall directly down to your lips, which made your smirk widen further.  “What’s your real name, Agent Kay?”

“I ain’t got a real name.” He shrugged, and you booped his nose gently with your finger as you backed away, drawing him back to reality and away from your lips. “Oh, c’mon,” you scoffed, “Everybody’s got a real name. I know you Men In Black. You may be erased from the government systems, but that don’t mean you don’t exist anymore.”

He looked up at your eyes and smiled. “Tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine?”

“Hm.” You hummed gently and laughed, grabbing your pencil and tucking it behind your ear again. “That’s usually a third date typa thing for me, but I suppose I can make an exception.” You glanced back at the door before looking back at Kay. “Why don’t we get into that fancy Ford of yours and go back to my place? We can get to know each other better there.”

He smirked at you, and that was all the answer that you needed.

By the end of the night, you had learned that his real name was Kevin Brown and that yours was [f/n] [l/n]. And you’d be damned if the both of you weren’t yelling each other’s names out until morning, sweaty and yet stuck together like glue. It’d been ages for the both of you since you’d last had some decent company, work differences usually keeping the two of you separated from getting close to anyone new.

But you found refuge in each other.

It was a Friday that slowly melted into a Saturday. The breeze from outside gently blew into the window, cooling your warm bodies that stayed close together in bed. Janis Joplin plays distantly on the radio in the corner of your room. It was 2:05am.

And you were both overwhelmingly happy. 

It’d been two years since that day, yet sadly, the two of you couldn’t get married. Thanks to the MIB, Kevin didn’t exist in any legal system, so there was no way he could fill out any sort of marriage certificate. He could ask the Men In Black to forge an identity for him so you two could, but that was a whole mess that neither of you wanted to get into. The MIB agency hated the TISCW (they said they were “dangerous” and “reckless” whenever, in reality, Earth would be under attack way more if it weren’t for them), and their best agent asking to marry a TISCW? It’d be the end of the world.

But, you weren’t complaining. You loved Kevin and you were happy being beside him regardless. He kissed you like you were his world, he cooked old southern-style food whenever he knew work had been hard, he told dad jokes in his dry humor (you didn’t really think they were funny, but his smile could light up a room), and not to mention, he was amazing in bed. You had everything you could possibly need.

Currently, you were sitting on the counter in the kitchen in your shared apartment, your legs swinging as Kevin cooked breakfast. Jimi Hendrix played on the radio sitting in the windowsill, and Kevin swung his hips gently to All Along the Watchtower (x). This was a normal routine for your house, and yet, something felt a little off.

So you asked, “What’s wrong, darlin’?”

Kevin glanced up from the eggs he was cooking and raised an eyebrow at you, “What’s that?”

“I can tell somethin’ is wrong. Whatcha thinking about?” You leaned back on your hands as Kevin slid the pan over to a cold spot on the stove.

“I dunno,” He sighed, walking over to you and sliding in between, “I’m just thinkin’, I guess.”

“Anything in particular?” You leaned back up and wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

“About us.”

“What about it?”

“You think this’ll last until the end, baby?” He asked sincerely, looking up at you. “You and I?”

You frowned slightly, reaching up to tuck a piece of hair back into place that had fallen on his head. “Of course, darlin’. You’ve got me until my last breath,” you said, lifting his face up so he’d look at you, “What’s got you thinking like this?”

He sighed a little before he leaned forward, his hands cupping your face as he kissed you, slow and deep, like he was savoring it. He pulled away after a moment and pressed his forehead to yours. “I dunno, baby. Our jobs, I guess. We can’t get married and I just I just feel…impermanent, I dunno.” He shrugged a little and you chuckled through your nose, drawing gentle patterns on his upper back with your fingers.

“I think you been working too much.”

“I always work too much.”

You both laughed, and he leaned forward again, stealing another kiss from you. You sighed as he pulled away, poking his nose before you moved to lean back on your hands again.

“I don’t care about none of that, you know,” you said, shrugging lazily, “I don’t care if we make up fake jobs every time we talk to someone, or all the names on our credits cards are fake, or even that we can’t get married. I got you right here, I know you’re real, I know we’re real, and that’s all I need. That’s all I’ll ever need.” You reached up to trace his bottom lip with your finger gently. “So you can let go of all of that silly doubt you’ve got runnin’ through that big head of yours. I’m right here until I can’t be no more, got it?”

He was smiling now, big and bright, and even though you’d seen it plenty of times throughout the years you’d been together, it still made your cheeks flush a light red and butterflies fill your stomach. You’d never get tired of this man and the way his eyes crinkled around the corners when he was happy, with you, or with anything.

You could tell, in that moment, that he’d realized a few things. You weren’t sure what they were, but he looked as if a weight had been lifted, and you were happy for him nonetheless. He’d always thought way too much about everything, even though he wouldn’t admit it, so if you could diminish even some of those worries, then that was an accomplishment.

“Now,” you wrapped your legs further around his waist as you leaned back up, your arms snaking around his neck, “I think those eggs are startin’ to get cold, slick.”

“The eggs can wait.” He decided suddenly, picking you up off of the counter and making you giggle. “We got a whole day to ourselves, darlin’. Let’s use our time wisely.”

And at that, he carried you to the bedroom, the two of you laughing as some Led Zeppelin song started to play on the radio.

It was a Sunday morning. No wind was blowing, the weather was nice and the sun was shining, dripping in through the windows. A Whole Lotta Love played through the radio and filled the house with music, but it couldn’t be heard over the sound of happy and in-love laughter. It was 7:05am.

You may have been a mistake, an unplanned part of Kevin’s life, but sometimes happy little mistakes happen.

And that’s okay.

[confusedisastrongword]

The Two-Coloured EYE

Since I was little, I knew I was different. 

My name is Penny. My parents are Manny and Mason Lope. I was told that I have a eye problem but I never asked for specifics and nobody told me until one day a line appeared before my eyes: You are special but unsafe. Blink once if you understand. 

If you cannot understand what that means, it is something like the google glass but projected on your retina. That line appeared when I was 16, since then I would receive messages telling me what is going to happen, and it always predicted flawlessly. Before you ask me, no I don’t know who they are and why this was happening. All I knew was I trusted them with my life so when they told me to run one day, I did. 

I went from my home to New York to a location with a specialized computer. I didn’t have a good relationship with my parents after I came out to them and who can say no to New York? Long story short, my EYE got an upgrade, it can go all Iron-man scanning and have x-ray vision to see through walls, I however still have no idea what is going on. 

They would always tell me to appear at the right place at the right time, like saving an old lady from her death by cars rolling over her, and of course that lady is rich and has a family company, who just so happens to have an internship opening. The lady, Miss Noes vouched for me and I was marketing trainee, so I just have to call people up to update their phone plans all day long and get a steady paycheck. Pretty sweet. 

Ever since I got my upgrades, my EYE has been getting no messages which used to be 5-6 a day telling me what to and not to do. One Sunday, a message finally pops up, it reads: Go to 89 Post Street, stop a girl from entering the house. 4-4:30 pm. 

I had a day off, so I was binge watching a show on Netflix and of course I forgot about the time. When I arrived at 89 Post Street, the girl has already pressed on the doorbell! I hid behind a bush to see what is going to happen but nothing actually happened. I tried scanning the department and nothing was wrong except two ladies having tea together. However, every time I tried to leave, the EYE would tell me to “Stay”. So I did, I played on my phone for a while until I saw the girl leaving the building and wanted to step forward, but the EYE just kept telling me to stay. 

A few moments later, an explosion happened. The EYE then tells me to : Go to the girl, get her glasses. When I approached her, she had passed out already and her glasses were broken. In her hand. the EYE said, so I pried open her hand and found a glass puzzle piece and took it. 

I went home afterwards pretty confused about the whole situation, did the EYE wanted me to prevent the explosion or just to get the girl. Put the puzzle in the computer. It seemed ridiculous but I tried to fit it in the USB port, it didn't work. OPEN THE COMPUTER. I screwed open the computer and there was a space weirdly in the same shape of the puzzle, so I fit it in. Coming out of the file was video clips, actually not clips, videos days long, weeks or even years long. Each was labeled as a First or as an Important pivot in life. 

FIND OUT WHO SHE IS , FIND OUT WHO YOU ARE. 

I have no idea what it means but in the file there was a name, Penelope O. and an ID card, I noted down what was important and went to the hospital to find her. 

Having a super eye has its perks, I know where to go to not needing to face securities, I basically have the internet in my EYE, I have also taught myself how to hack with my EYE and pinging on public WIFI so I am connected at all times. Anyways, when I arrived at the hospital, there was a man next to her. But when I blink only the shadow of the man remains, no the man itself. 

RUN 

So I ran. I know there is something unusual going on but I can’t pinpoint what is it. That guy is definitely fishy, unless he is a man without organs or bones, my x-ray vision should come up with something! 

GO TO THE POLICE 

SAY YOU HER NIECE MELANIE

ASK TO SEE THE HOUSE

TAKE THE PUZZLE 

What is it with puzzles? 

Well the police bought it shockingly, she really had a niece named Melanie, who she left her with everything in her will. We went to the house and I started scanning everything with my EYE, at the back of a family picture, there was a puzzle shaped glow. Needless to say, I took that puzzle back to my apartment. 

When I got back, I turned on the TV, and it was reporting another bombing. Coincidence? Maybe, this is New York but isn't that at least suspicious. 

2 DOWN 24 UNTIL YOU 

EYE CAN’T HELP YOU ANYMORE 

I HAVE BEEN COMPROMISED 

FIND JEFFORDS

FIND THE GIRL 

Well, that isn't terrifying at all ...

[chaospirations]

A man leaves his house in the early morning and sees an unexplainable sight. A white stick figure runs in front of his vehicle leaving him bewildered.  The figure is as thin as a stop sign post, pure white with no hands, feet or facial features.  This faceless “Stickman” encounter is described by the witness in the video below.

Reported by Jim (James)

Location: small subdivision Northwest of Springfield, Ohio.

Date: June 11, 2018

Time: just after 5AM

Watch the video above, or read the full transcript at the end of this article. 

Before I take a deep dive into this bizarre whirlpool of high strangeness let me just make something clear. I will provide no definite answers here.  There is no amount of scientific evidence that could lead one to the conclusion that there is a population of “stick people” that roam the shadows of the United States or elsewhere.

As far as I am aware, there is no creature in documented science that fits the profile of what the witness described, or others that have claimed to witness these unusual “stick people.” So for the remainder of these NCS notes I’m going to present you nothing but stone-hard opinion and speculation, with a smattering of additional alleged similar sightings.

Most of these “Stickman” reports are of black or dark creatures and have a tendency to describe them in terms of being of a supernatural origin.  Although it is EXTREMELY unusual, the description by the witness makes no reference to something that would not defy the laws of physics.

Biologically on the other hand, this or any of the “stick figure” humanoids do not share physical characteristics of any known animal with the exception of perhaps a stick insect (or walking stick if you will).  These creatures for the most part are absent of some very critical physical attributes common to… well… let’s say creatures that are bipedal in nature.  Just looking at some of the most important features, many of these Stickmen lack hips, shoulders, hands, feet and even faces. The humanoid described above had no observable hands to grasp and no feet to balance themselves when running.  What strikes me as odd about this thing is that it had no observable facial features; no eyes, nose, mouth or ears.   Aside from terrestrial organisms requiring at least a combination of the above to make their way around in the world, the total absence of a mouth or nose would mean there is no normal way for this creature to consume nutrients in the way of food, and respiration without an observable way to breathe in air is possible, but usually on a small and slow scale (many amphibians can respire through the skin). However, running takes an awful lot of metabolic energy, even in small bursts.   If this thing did have lungs, they would have to fit in the incredibly slender torso that was described to be the width of a stop sign post. Then again, just because the witness did not observe facial features, hands or feet does not mean that this thing may not have had them.  The encounter was only a few seconds at the most and it is entirely possible that the focus was on the most observable portion of the subject darting out in front of the vehicle.  The way I am dealing with this sighting is as if it is a biological creature of some sort, although it in no way resembles any earthly animal, and I’ll explain why. As I stated before, in the case of the Clark County Stickman there is no reason to think that there is any supernatural, ghostly, extra-dimensional or magical qualities associated with this creature.  The behavior of this thing resembles what an animal would do when it runs out in front of a car, then finds cover and glances back at the vehicle it for whatever reason decided to run in front of. If the thing would have stayed still, there is a good chance the witness would have never had their attention drawn to it.  

So, when I think of this encounter, I assume that the “Stickman” had some sort of survival instinct that kicked in after it ridiculously stepped out onto the road into oncoming traffic. And that is what interests me about this sighting vs other “Stickman” encounters, as there was no stalking of a witness, no evil, foreboding feelings, and no hint of supernatural speculations.  

The thing ran out in front of the witness’s car.  It ran across the road and hid. The witness lost sight of it.  It left some kind of imprints on the grass. That’s it. If this story is fictional or embellished, there’s very little creativity to it… which IS NOT A BAD THING. 

And as mundane and boring of a sighting you think that might be, in my humble opinion the blandness of the encounter (although it was bewildering to the witness) does lend some credibility to the account.  Sometimes a sighting does not have to be elaborate to be straight-up unsettling. 

It was difficult to find a sighting that described a subject similar to the Stickman of Clark County Ohio.  As I said before many “Stickman” sightings are of dark, black shadowy figures in which many of the themes lean toward a supernatural vibe. 

However there were two somewhat similar encounters I was able to look at, both being witness accounts and neither verified. The first comes from a commenter on a Reddit thread I posted seeking similar encounters like the Clark County Stickman.  Here is their comment:

“In 2017 I was at Ohio University and around 1-2 AM I decided to go to “The Ridges” with some friends (haunted asylum on campus). 

We walked… which was about a 45 minute to an hour walk and once we got there we got a really bad feeling, I’ve been there before and never felt the way I did so we turned back. 

We noticed on the way back we were being followed by a car so we had to try and figure out how we were going to lose the creepy guys that were following us. 

We got turned around and we’re in a courtyard and all the university help phones were all out so we couldn’t call for help and our phones were dead. 

So we peeked around to see if the guys were still following us and all we saw was something that was taller than a stop sign, [two-dimensional] and didn’t really have a face and it was running across the field as fast as a car could drive. 

I’ve never been able to find any paranormal thing to compare it to but this is the closest yet.

Every time I talk about it I tear up.”

When we posted the video on our Reddit page, one responder made this interesting comment:

“So this might be a coincidence but there is a native American reservation in Yakima Washington.

There is a tribal legend about stick who come out at night and try to trick people into following them. 

They talk to each other with whistles, and you can hear them giggling. 

They have the ability to sound like people to help lure their prey.”

A related encounter with a “Stickman” comes from the Reddit page Humanoid Encounters:

“Okay so. Where do I start? I was walking up to my local park with 2 of my friends. 

It was about 9. 

There is a path when you first walk to the park that leads to this elementary school that I used to go to. 

There is a fence on the side of it, its gated and on the other side of the path is just a hill leading to the park. 

There is then a street light on the path. We were walking past this and one of my friends said what’s that? 

We looked and kept walking toward to seem like a dog. It was just frozen and staring at us. 

I got closer and It ran away then and I saw its spine and it was nothing that I’ve seen before. 

It had short legs but was weirdly long. That’s not where it gets interesting tho. We just walked up to the park. 

When we were leaving (about 10 mins later) we were walking and wondered if we would be able to see it again. So we stopped and stared down the path. It’s more like a concrete path. 

Then me and my one friend saw this stick-man like thing running down the hill towards the woods! 

It was going mad fast, it hit the feet. It was about 7 ft tall maybe a little shorter. Point legs and arms… I didn’t really get a good look at its head.

I saw it for maybe a good 4 seconds. It wasn’t really black it was like black and grey, I saw it clear it went in the view of the street light. 

It was just running then before it got to the path it vanished. 

It was terrifying and I got the chills. 

I explained it and then my other friend said he saw the same thing. My other friend didn’t tho, idk why. 

We are going tonight again, at the same time, and to do the same thing and see if we can get it on video. I’ll post a picture of where I saw it later and hopefully a video of proof. 

That was extremely disturbing. I researched it a little last night and came and saw “the black stickman phenomenon”. 

I saw another story like this one on reddit. He said him and his mom saw it run across the road and his dad didn’t.”

Unfortunately, the person who posted this encounter did not update with photos or video.  However, another commenter did reveal that they had had a similar experience before.

“So, I just happened to stumble into this subreddit but thought I’d mention this while I’m here. 

There was one of these lingering around my house when I was 14-15. 

I saw it a few times at a distance but never really got close enough to it to ever see any features. 

It always showed up around twilight hours or just after dark. 

I haven’t seen it in over 10 years at this point though.”

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These sorts of encounters with Stick Men can be extremely unsettling for those who experience them, and can really cause people to reassess what they thought they knew. One good example of this is a commenter on True Ghost Stories Archives who is a self-proclaimed skeptic and seems to be having a hard time reconciling his own brush with a Stick Figure, of which he explains:

“I honestly thought I was crazy.  I’m 33, level headed, and while I won’t rule anything out I generally don’t think much of the paranormal. 

The other night (morning maybe, I keep odd hours) I went outside for a smoke. 

My lawn has a low retaining wall, about bench-height, and a long, sloping road down to the creek, noted for its malfunctioning street lights. 

I saw something walking down the middle of the road. 

I have a neighbor who walks at all hours day or night, I didn’t think much of it. 

As it got closer, it looked like a pencil drawn picture of a man done by a kid. 

It wasn’t black, so much as it was nebulous, like the static on a TV channel. Grey and black moving in a blur, in the shape of the sign that lets guys know which door to go in. 

The street lights flicked on and it stopped, “looked” around (I assume as much, all I saw was its head move) and saw me. 

As soon as it did, it took off down the road faster than my eyes could follow. 

I didn’t tell anyone for a few days, then did the “promise you won’t think I’m crazy” with my girlfriend. 

She said she had heard of similar stories, and asked it I’d googled it. I did, and here I am. 

At least if I’m crazy I’ll have company.”

From “The Truly Bizarre World of Encounters with Real Stick Figures”

I would be remiss if I didn’t mention that there are certain tales of “Stickmen” that are ENTIRELY fiction.   One such story I found on the Reddit forum r/nosleep from 2015, and some may liken “Stickmen” encounters with the Creepypasta meme “The Slenderman.” Also recently, an encounter tale was removed from the Reddit forum r/humanoidencounters after the individual was called out for writing fiction, and the post was locked by moderators. However, many of the stories from sources mentioned above are elaborate and the “entities” are evil and intend to do harm to individuals. 

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Paranormal Kativity [YouTube] Black Stickman Phenomena

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Beyond Creepy [YouTube] “The Black Stickman Phenomenon”

The Fortean Slip: The Black Stickman Phenomenon

Mysterious Universe: The Truly Bizarre World of Encounters with Real Stick Figures

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Full Transcript of the Video “Stickman of Clark County Ohio”

[Jesse] can you tell me what your general occupation is?

[James] I am a truck driver

[Jesse] okay how long have you been doing that?

[James] about 16 years.

[Jesse] do you wear eyeglasses or corrective lenses?

[James] no had laser surgery about 20 years ago very good vision.  I get my eyes checked every year.

[Jesse] this sighting occurred in Clark County Ohio, is that correct?

[James] yes

[Jesse] and this was June 11th 2018 is that correct?

[James] yes

[Jesse] and could you tell me the time approximate time that this occurred?

[James] it was 503 a.m.

I was heading to work morning of June 11th 2018 rural

subdivision area low traffic pulling out my driveway… went down the street turned left

at the stop sign.

As I turn left I’m there very short distance I noticed something

running from my right to my left…

as it got to my headlights it was a brighter white, very bright white [it] ran very fast covering probably close to 100 yards in 3 to 4 seconds…

it had a long abdomen a long head I believe it didn’t look like a neck… a long top / head… ran like a person… the legs and arms equal-sized… did not see feet or hands… it ran beside…  it passed a stop sign as it went by and was a little bit shorter than the stop sign…

…got brighter as it was in my headlights, faded out… not as bright as it went by. 

It had rained 2 days, the day before and the day before that so the road was a little damp

and the grass was wet so as it went by… by up in the grass into… behind a pine tree.

As I was turning right on the road it ran down… I could see it behind the tree as I was turning looked over at it… startled obviously not really staring to get a good look but i drove by and did look over there.. as I turned by to head on that road it came from looked in the rear view mirror I didn’t see anything.

My first thought as it started happening was that a car might have been behind

me out where I live in the country. 

There’s very few cars on the road that time of day… would have been behind me I did not see any there was no car… there was no cars in the road anywhere.  no reflections anywhere. 

I went to work that day as I came home I came back the same path the only way in the subdivision… as I came to that stop sign I looked up where it had run and there were long

almost like footprints where the glass had been pushed down and drug maybe three or four or five maybe footprints… as I drove by, I looked at that.

[Jesse] What’s the prevalence of wildlife in that area like deer raccoon I know I live in a […]

South of a suburban area out in the country we do have we have deer we have raccoons

we have all sorts of stuff that crosses [the road] all hours of the day and night and what

were the prevalence of wildlife coming in to that area specifically?

 [James] I’ve seen a few deer and the subdivision trash cans been knocked over by raccoons in the past. I’ve never seen any around I do hear coyote mostly in the fall in the winter but that’s about it really nothing more than that.

[Jesse] have you ever… has any of the other [neighbors] spoken about something seeing

something strange like this? 

[James] couple that I do know and one of them I did really say anything about it they just never seen anything like that…

[Jesse] so what is it what what do you think you saw I mean do you have any ideas?

[James] I don’t know I’ve looked online for stuff like that and the closest thing I can see that somewhat resembles it is all those little stick figure things out like in California and Arizona…

[Jesse] Night Crawlers 

[James] yes… yeah I mean that kind of resembles with the color but I mean those just have

like… they don’t look normal this thing… almost look like a person running that’s the closest thing I can say that resembles it I mean I don’t even know because I’ve been looking all over trying to find something… figure out what it is…

[Jesse} okay ould you describe [the motion] as a person… a person running and would you describe them as just completely unnaturally thin?

[James] like a stick figure I mean it ran by the stop sign… there’s a stop sign there and it was like pretty close to the same width as a stop sign.. oh and just a little bit little bit shorter and just like the the abdomen and the head there wasn’t a neck the abdomen and the head and head were long like longer than a person would be and really the arms and the legs were about the

same length… I mean they’re really short not really short but I mean shorter proportionally than a person would be 

[Jesse] now when this thing ran did it did it run like a person (James: Yeah) or did it have a different gate… okay 

[James] yeah it was just like it was like a person but I didn’t there were no feet or hands or you know… I don’t know the head was just… really long

[Jesse] Was there any facial features on this thing? 

[James] no, it was a it was white and as I ran past my headlights it was brighter it was like a now once I realized you know what I saw… when it went past it was… it wasn’t as bright, but it

was still light and ran behind a pine tree actually and stopped and like as I was going by it I could see it was kind of like still there behind the tree.

That’s that’s when I was the closest to it and as I drove away… yeah I didn’t see anything 

[Jesse] okay… there was no… there was no eyes that you could tell (James: no) no mouth (James: Nope none of that)

[Jesse] when you say the head was longer was the head generally shaped like a person’s head? (James: no) or was it about him a long long oval or… 

[James] I would describe him more like a pencil [laughs] all the whole thing, I mean it was like body, head… I mean they’re all just straight lines and I didn’t see a head… 

My first impression was you know like if you’re sitting in a house on the car drives by you see that light go by in your house or somebody drives behind you and turns? My first thought was I glanced in my rearview mirror thinking it was crazy to see a car at this time of day because I just you know went by… that like that reflection would go by. Obviously there’s no car back there but it just again moved like that… just straight. 

I was expecting to see a car behind me and kind of in disbelief from what the heck I just saw.

[Jesse] so is that why you remembered there was no other traffic is because you checked… because you saw that creature first you thought the crea… the.. the thing… the whatever it was… was a flash from another car’s headlights? 

[James] it was like in between… and I noticed it was going and it got brighter as I got in front of my headlights and as it was going by I looked up in my rearview mirror quick because where we live there’s no traffic at all… I mean I’m actually sitting in my driveway right now I just pulled in and there’s no… no cars around, especially at that time in the morning. That’s why I kind of caught me off guard and I glanced in my mirror thinking that’s weird because I thought it would

have been a car turn exactly the way I just did to be the headlights like that that would have gone that direction.

I wasn’t like scared of it… my first thought was like a… that like a like a person as as something else I mean that was my kinda… my thought i guess… almost you know like when it ran behind the tree it uh you know I was like cuz I could almost see it like peeking through the tree as I was turning right it was in the trees right there because that a person? 

My wife thinks I’m crazy!

[Jesse] you’re not alone… a lot of people see weird things

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five places rhaenys never ended up?

i.) rhaenys of themyscira

It was easy to pretend that she had known nothing but her many mother-sisters, nothing but the sands and swords of her home.

But taking the easy way was to deny the truth, and she would not shame her family so.

Io had found her, small and bleeding, near Hestia’s temple, wrapped in a bedsheet and trying to be silent.

(The cat, though, had yowled loud enough to raise the dead. There was something peculiar about that cat, Io always said.)

Io, taller than anyone, even the Princess, and wider still across the shoulders, had picked the girl up as if she was made of glass and carried her to Epione.

The girl had lived, despite the blood she had lost and the wounds she had taken.

(Faruka claimed it showed strength, Menalippe that she was favored by the gods. Epione and Althea claimed it good healing work. The Queen merely sighed with a little smile she had frequently worn when the Princess was a child, and not... well, the Princess, and everyone had argued in a similar way.)

When she woke, she watched them all with eyes as round as shields, and told them what she remembered of the men with swords, and her mother’s screams.

She stayed with them, and her nights ended with fewer screams, after a while.

(It was an affliction they were familiar with, if not in a child so young.)

She took to trailing behind Magala, which was a bit strange, but the sorceress was patient. She also haunted Althea, all smoky curls and steady hands in the healer’s rooms. She stayed with Io, though, in a spare room over the forge, where she was quiet and mended things, save for the moments she sang.

(Io chased the musicians away, because if Althea did it, then there would be no peace.)

So the girl had grown, and none had minded when she hid when Steve Trevor arrived, and the contest came. She was still very young- eight, at most.

Ten years later, the barriers... didn’t come down, not properly, but someone (Athena, Menalippe claimed) made it permeable.

There were, the Princess said thoughtfully, other girls of a similar age, working to make the world a better place, and that Rhaenys might benefit from learning from them.

All the Amazons were surprised when their solemn little shadow looked at her, bit her lip, and said, “That might be a good idea.”

ii.) Nell of Dorne (By Way of Camelot)

Someone had pinched his ear. Someone smaller than him, with non-knightly hands. Calloused, though.

He managed to twist enough to see a mass of black curls and scars peeping from Nell’s sleeve. Morgana’s pet harper was even younger than him, if not by much, a Dornish girl who made melodies clever enough that even Arthur paid attention. In return she was ferociously loyal to Morgana. (Also Gwen.)

“What did I do now?” Merlin asked. She dragged him to a storeroom, not letting go of his ear.

“You drugged Morgana,” she accused, jamming a finger in his face. 

He blinked, trying to figure out what she knew. “The sleeping draught? Technically, that was Gaius.”

“Sleeping drought? Stranger wept, whatever you were doing is driving her mad,” the harper said. “I gave her lavender and poppy tea instead the last two nights, and it seems to have fixed it, but if you try it again, I will slice you neck to navel.”

Merlin gulped. Nell was nice enough, mostly. Right up until you... threatened her friends. Then she seemed to think she was a terrifying giant dragon.

And what did he go and do.

“I- I- It was supposed to keep her calm,” he said finally. “From dreaming.”

Nell huffed. “Oh, this is about that seven-damned ban. I would love to take her to... not Asshai, that would be horrible for her, but perhaps Braavos?”

He blinked. How did she?

“There was a magical fire in her room. When she was having nightmares,” she said, dryly. “Oddly, despite our friendship, I seem to lack that willful blindness everyone else seems to cultivate.”

“There may be people... closer,” he tried, wondering how much to hint. She scowled. 

“Oh, yes, the paranoid King prone to lashing out and refusing to admit he is wrong will gladly allow his niece to live with... Merlin, are you listening to yourself?” she asked. “That is thoughtless on par with the Silver Prince himself.”

“Who?” Merlin asked, tilting his head.

“It would be best to ask me again when the Dornish sour comes in,” she said, pinching her nose. “I know a few tricks that may help her, for now.” She gave a bitter grin before sweeping a finger across the scar marring her cheek. “I know something of bad dreams.”

Somehow, that translated to shooting a sorceress with a crossbow, nearly getting herself banished, and extracting a promise to help her if she needed it. Morgana did stop setting things on fire accidentally, though.

(Which was when the Lannister delegation arrived, and it turned out little Nell was actually Princess Rhaenys and had a price on her head. Also, that her brother had an army, though Nell had apparently not known that. He’d sent her to Gwaine, who agreed to keep her safe and probably needed to be kept on his toes. He didn’t get why Morgana kept laughing.)

iii.) Renee Rhodes

“Sorry, no, you fucked up, you don’t get our mini-Rhodey,” Tony said, and Auntie Pepper was nodding. Her dad looked furious and like it was a really, really good thing that he was mostly a responsible adult who was not in his suit right now. Spidey was at her shoulder, which was... well, he was younger than her, but he could also bench press a car.

Thor, weirdly, was even glaring at them. Though given Renee’s burn-proofing and the bit where he was GOD OF THUNDER, she was willing to give that a pass until she and Friday could talk it over privately later.

“Her father-” the man- who was apparently her bio uncle, and she could see it, actually, they had the same nose and hair and way of flattening their mouths when they got mad.

“Is right here,” Rhodey said. “I raised her, was there when Renee was sick, taught her to ride a bike and drive a car, had her educated, and did a lot more for her than a man who you said left her and her brother for some teenager.”

“I want to teach her to fly a suit,” Tony said, and that was why he was her favorite not-allowed-to-call-him-uncle. “Also, I taught her to shoot.”

“I remember yelling at you for that,” Dad agreed. “You also taught her basic coding, which is... better. Much better.”

“Could I learn to shoot?” Spidey asked.

“Tony had me sit though so many lessons before I held the gun,” she whispered. “So many.” Also, it had been... just post cave-escape. And Obie’s black-hat reveal, and apparently he’d gone a little overprotective vis-a-vis his goddaughter. 

“Is Tywin Lannister among the dead?” Thor asked, and Renee went still at the look on her bio-uncle’s face.

“Not yet,” her bio-uncle said.

“Then Princess Renee is in grave danger going there,” Thor said, simply. “Until Lannister and his puppets are dead.”

“Well,” Spidey said, “at least we aren’t taking over this planet?”

“No planets until she’s thirty,” Tony said.

“Co-parenting,” Renee hissed at Spidey, who choked.

Seriously, she occasionally wondered if her dad and Uncle Tony were more than soft-bros, but Auntie Pepper had staying power. Also, was awesome.

Adorable ruthless dorks in love and all that.

Also, the Rescue armor was much, much less in scope then a planet. Between that an Spidey, twenty-one for solo piloting should work.

iv. Sophia Potter

“Your friend is deeply annoying,” said a voice from behind a stack of books.

James laughed. “How did you find Sirius annoying now?”

“You know, that shouldn’t be the first thing that pops in your head,” his sister said, poking her head out from around the books. “You have more than one friend, you know. If your mind just... leaps to Sirius being the problem, then clearly you agree that there is one.”

“Sophia,” he said, “I think the Prewett twins set up bets on you and Sirius fighting.”

She sighed. “He’s planning on dragging me to Hogsmeade tomorrow.”

“You like arguing with Sirius,” James pointed out. “You say I’m too nice, Remus and Peter get too upset, and...”

“You give me sad looks if I argue with Lily,” Sophia agreed. “Sirius said that I’m working myself too hard, and I’ll end up locked in some tower if I keep it up.”

James couldn’t argue- Lily and Marlene had frogmarched her to lunch, Sirius had badgered her to dinner last night, and he was getting her to dinner now. Remus agreed to coax her to go upstairs, at least, later. There were dark circles under her eyes, and he wondered if she’d crack and ask for Dreamless Sleep soon, or if she’d writing in her carefully annotated and encoded notebook.

(Having a Seer for a near-twin was worrying, a lot. Especially when she wasn’t a normal seer, but had dreams like tea-leaves and tarot cards with occasional flashes of events.)

“He’s worried about you,” James admitted. “Soph, we all are.”

“I’m more worried about you,” she admitted, biting her lip. “Promise me...” she sighed. “Gah, I don’t even know exactly what to ask you to promise.”

“I’ll be careful?” he tried.

She shot him a deeply skeptical, deeply hurtful look. It would have been entirely undeserved... if she hadn’t been there when he attempted a Wronski Feint when he was nine. Or through the Animagus transformation. Or when he’d gotten in a duel with Mulciber and Avery and their friends. Or...

Okay, maybe a little deserved.

“There will come a choice,” she said, slightly dreamily. “And you’ll have to choose between blunt loyalty and sheer cleverness.”

“Can you see what I should choose?” he asked, a shiver down his spine. For a second, he thought he smelled the sea, mixing with the smoke from the fires.

“Just the choice,” she said, after a long moment. “There is always just the choice.”

v. rhaenys tully, lady of riverrun

Aegon did not understand, when she smiled as Father told her who she would wed.

The princess, no, not that one, the Dornish one, as if they meant to say the lesser one, though Rhaenys was Father’s favorite, though she was cleverer than Aegon with people, and better at sums to boot, and was much more practical than Daenerys. As if Father had not told her that he would have made her Princess of Dragonstone if he could, that she would have been an excellent queen, but the only way that would have worked would have been over the corpses of Aegon, Viserys, and Daenerys. And even then, she’d probably find herself tied to the Baratheons.

Rhaenys would not have wanted to be Queen- she liked the work, trying to find solutions, but she did not enjoy being around presses of people, preferring the quiet. Her cousins had teased her for it, once, but they stopped soon enough when they realized that she was still good at practical things.

(Occasionally those practical things were jokes.)

But for Aegon to die? No, never. That couldn’t happen.

She watched as her parents paraded young unmarried lords and ladies for her brother and herself. (Viserys was set to wed Shyra Hall, the cool, steady lady of Haystack Hall, who had rendered him completely undignified. It was quite entertaining. Daenerys was still uncertain, but she suspected if her aunt met a pretty young lord the King and Queen would listen. Baelor Brightsmile had a son about Rhaenys’ age, after all.)

Lord Brandon Stark’s son was nice enough, but closer to Dany’s age, and Aegon was clearly fascinated with his sister. Who seemed... sweet? Up until you realized how terribly capable she was of remembering things about people, and after a few years with Mother, the naivete would mellow into sincerity. 

(Also, the boy was clearly smitten with Lady Jeyne Westerling, who did need a good husband and wouldn’t find the North too much of a challenge.)

There had been others, including a rather... memorable one from the Tyrells, and Rhaenys had slipped off into the garden for a moment to try and calm herself. (Aegon had found a lady who was acceptable, and Rhaenys could perhaps live in Sunspear with Arianne and keep the accounts.)

“Hullo?” came a voice. “Is anyone here?”

She froze.

“I got turned around a bit,” he said, sounding embarrassed. “I just need to get back inside.”

Blue and red, with fish, she thought. Plus the resemblance to Lady Catelyn and her daughter, therefore, Lord Edmure Tully, heir to Riverrun. 

“The roses have overgrown a bit from that angle,” she called. “It hides the door.”

“I could make a jape about roses and entrances,” Lord Edmure said, warmly, “but it seems a bit rude.” 

“As Lady Olenna was terribly rude about my mother’s health,” Rhaenys started, before biting off her words. She did like Lord Willas, and more to the point, Allyria deeply liked Lord Willas, and she would not make her friend’s life harder. 

“Ah, not terribly tactful, that woman,” Lord Edmure said, coming close enough. Could he see her? She wasn’t quite sure- the garden had been designed with Lady Shiera in mind, and tended to play tricks on the eye. “Made a similar comment about my father.”

“I am sorry to hear that, my lord,” Rhaenys said. “My brother and I begged tales of the Ninepenny Kings off your father and uncle when last they were in the city, and they were kind to two ill-behaved children.”

“Well, he had three,” Lord Edmure shrugged. “Maybe not Cat, but Lysa and I. Plus Petyr.” He rounded the corner, and his eyes widened. “And I was supposed to say the princess could never be ill-behaved, wasn’t I?”

She laughed while he went red as his tunic. “Oh, my lord, my mother would call you a wretched liar if you did.” She waved toward the garden entrance. “There is a hallway there, if you would like to make a discreet re-entry?”

“Discreet would be good,” he said, nodding a bit. “Shall I see you at the feast?”

“I will be delighted,” she said, surprised that she was being truthful in that answer.

Though she still had to brave the crowds, at least she knew there was another friendly face. 

[summerisityou]

The person that used to mean the world to me just got married. And i. Weirdly felt off about it. I wanted to cry. I wanted to be sad. Even i made a miserable playlist yet..i didnt cry even just a bit. And i was angry about it. I was in rage. I was annoyed. This whole time i thought my relationships were all fucked up because i was still in love with him. But it turns out...i wasnt. I just been channelling all these horrible thing in me to him. I wanted to feel better about myself so i thought about it like that. Like i was still in love with him. But now i get the whole truth. I cant help but wonder. Its me isnt it. The problematic one. Its always been me.

Later on. Only about a day later i know more. I lost more of my object on channelling my pain. My family. They really like to joke about me trying to kill myself, joke about me for being sick like this. Yet they angry when i got angry telling me im a monster my whole life. They told me im full of anger but dont they ever think for a second that im hurt too, did it ever occur to them that i..m tired living a life like this. Im dying to heal too yet they wont even let me. My sister just joked about it, she and my mom laughing telling me i took all the bad traits from everyone. My sister laughed out lout saying im taking after my mother, playing with knives, trying to kill ourselves.

But then i realize. My mom, she doesnt remember it at all. I think she has dissociative disorder that she doesnt remember she tried to stab herself million times. Forced me to stab her. Then tried to kill me. Maybe thats why shes able to live. She wouldnt live through the guilt if she remembered. Thats why shes not. But then. Im the only one remember. Im the only one in pain. I told them million times i dont like that suicide jokes. It pains me too you know. I mean. I was so ready to die at such young age doesnt that...sad? I dont need them to understand. But just. I dont feel good about it either why have to laugh about it all the time. Will they stop once i really die?

Everyday its just feel like they push me to the edge, to the brink of death. Forcing me to jump. Saying die, die. Why dont you die already. Yet they condemn me also if i jumped..

"Damned if you died damned if you didnt die", i think to myself.

Its pretty hilarious isnt it. I dont even know how to take my life seriously. Its too much of a joke. I still remember every single time my mom taking my hand, forcing it in a knife, pulling it to her body. Forcing me to kill her. And i still remember she tried to kill me. Tried to drive that knife to my body. I still remember it clearly like it was yesterday how hard i fought. How hard i cried. How much blood in my hands. How...much i wish i didnt survive

How can i live, not even my family wants me, i dont even actually have a reason to live. I still remember all those time years ago i hid in the back of my door, hid in every corner in my house when my mom called my name. Feeling that terrified everyday. Having a dad that i used to think cared about me until he saw me with his eyes got hit by a car and still leaving anyway

One parent literally try to kill me and one parent literally let me die and a sister that seems hellbent to drive me to kill myself. And all those people i lost. What makes me ever have the courage to think i can live a better life? What makes me think i could have the privilege to have my world ok again someday?

You wont little girl, you wont. Youll die a miserable and lonely death at one point. And its just the road. Everyone needs to take.

Its wrong for me to try to find a reason to live isnt it. Dont. Dont get your own hope highs up. Some people just. Dont fit in. To live. Dont you dare to try.