#ma’am w h y

[aboxthecolourofheartache]

“We should tell your fiancé you died! Wouldn’t that be a great prank?”

Empress Dowager, please calm down. You’ve already attempted to thwart this girl’s marriage twice, relented, abducted her, forcibly adopted her into the royal family, and cut her off from her birth parents. And now you want her to pretend her pre-royal identity died so she—as the princess with her new, royal identity—could marry her fiancé instead. Along with her (royal, also a princess) sister. And you want to forbid him to mourn this previous identity. No prayers no wine no nothing. Ma’am, what the fuck is wrong with you.

[cyber-dump-171]

Prologue: Distress Call

The End is Near (Gravity Falls x Reader)

Masterlist | Chapter 1 →

Word count: 1.2 k.

WARNING: Violence, monsters and blood.

Note: thank you for stopping by and reading! Comments, likes, and reblogs are greatly appreciated! For those who come from my profile and are waiting for Chapter 6 of OSYGM, it's on its way!

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ROADKILL COUNTY SHERIFF'S OFFICE

Transcript of 911 distress call

10/2/1980 - 1:13 A.M.

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RW: Rita Woorley, Dispatcher.

CS: Caroline Simmons, Victim.

JS: Jeremy Simmons, Victim (?).

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RW: 911, where’s your emergency?

CS: *heavy breathing* *clothing shifting* *distant objects clattering*

RW: Hello? Is anyone there?

CS: *heavy breathing* *distant clatter*

RW: *sighs* For God’s sake, these kids and their pranks.

CS: Please… help me…

RW: Hello? Ma’am, what’s the address of your emergency?

CS: Trantow Fields, house 131 in Gravity Falls. I’m Caroline Simmons and I-I need police here… Just, please, hurry. *distant door banging* 

RW: *typing* Alright, and what’s the emergency?

CS: *rapid breathing* It’s my husband… I don’t know what’s happening… Oh God- *distant clatter* *a male voice screaming*

RW: Police are on their way, ma’am. Tell me what’s happening.

CS: I-I don’t know… he’s gone insane… he was fine this mornin’, s-sick with a bug but he was his chipper self. But-

JS: *distant shout* CAROLINE! LET ME OUT, SWEETIE!

RW: Ma’am, are you in a safe place?

CS: *hyperventilating* Y-Yes! I barricaded the bedroom, where he’s at… *heavy breathing* I-I locked myself in the kitchen. *crying*

RW: Ok. Take a deep breath, ma’am. Police are around five minutes away from where you are. Keep walking me through what happened. 

CS: *heavy breathing* S-Sorry… I… I woke up to him holding a knife… h-he… he… *distant hurried banging* he tried to stab me… H-He had crazy eyes… his mouth was bleedin’, I think he bit his lip too hard… *loud crash*

RW: Ma’am?

JS:  CAROLINE! *door falling* *distant hurried footsteps*

CS: Oh my God… h-he broke the door… HE BROKE THE DOOR! SOMEBODY! SAVE ME!

RW: Ma’am, you need to calm down. Take a deep breath. Is your husband still armed?

CS: No… I took the knife from him. Oh my God… what happened to my Jeremy? *crying*

RW: Ma’am, take a deep breath. Police are close.

CS: *whispering* *hyperventilating* I think he’s downstairs… I-I can hear him… *footsteps grow louder*

RW: Ma’am, remain calm.

CS: *heavy breathing* *loud distant footsteps*

CS: *soft knocking* *muffled bizarre breathing*

JS: Caroline? Honey, it’s me… There’s something wrong… I don’t know what’s happening to me…

CS: *crying* Jeremy… Please don’t hurt me…

JS: Sweetie, I need you to open the door, please…

RW: Ma’am, do not open the door. Police are close.

CS: *hysterical crying* YOU’RE NOT MY JEREMY!

JS: Caroline, I know you’re scared, but please, I need you to open the door. 

CS: *hysterical crying*

JS: Darling? Do you remember our wedding vows where I promised to always protect you?

CS: *crying* Y-Yes, I-I remember.

JS: I can’t protect you if the door’s closed… So please, open it. I want to see you.

CS: *sniffling* *heavy breathing* *phone clatters on the floor*

RW: Ma’am, do not open the door… Hello?

CS: Please… Jeremy, love, don’t hurt me. *kitchen door opens*

JS: I’m so sorry for scaring you, darling. *distorted breathing*

CS: …

RW: Ma’am? Are you there? Hello?

*Call is abruptly disconnected*

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ROADKILL COUNTY SHERIFF'S OFFICE

Transcript of 911 distress call

10/2/1980 - 1:27 A.M.

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EK: Elmer Kain, Dispatcher.

DM: Dylan Moss, Victim.

LW: Lawrence Woodworth, Victim.

KB: Kyle Baker, Victim.

UM: Unidentified Male.

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EK: 911, what’s your emergency?

DM: HOLY SHIT! FINALLY! WE NEED AN AMBULANCE! HURRY!

EK: Sir, remain calm, what’s your location?

DM: W-W-We are at a… *heavy breathing* fuck, sorry, at Gravity Falls High School! Please hurry, somebody’s bleeding to death!

LW: *distant* Kyle, do not fall asleep!

EK: *typing*  An ambulance is on its way. Walk me through what’s happening.

DM: W-We were working on a f-final project and was g-getting late so we went to drop our friend Kyle at his house! B-But this fucking thing... it just- *crying*

LW: *distant* S-Something came out of the forest and tore K-Kyle’s stomach out!

EK: Were you able to catch sight of what it was?

DM: *crying* We don’t know! I-It was too f-fucking dark… I… we… I’m so fucking scared!

LW: *distant* I-It looked human, but it… it wasn’t human? I-I don’t know! It had huge claws!

KB: *coughing* * groaning in pain*

EK: What’s the current state of your friend?

DM: *crying* H-He’s breathing but his stomach is just… gone… it’s like a… *retches*... pile of mush o-on the floor. *retches*

EK: Take a deep breath… are you applying pressure to the wound?

DM: *crying* I-I’m so scared…

LW: *distant* W-We are! We tied m-my hoodie and I-Im’ pressing on it but he’s getting paler!

KB: *coughing* I want my mom…

DM: *crying* H-Hold on, man. H-Help is on the way…

EK: The ambulance is five minutes away, keep applying pressure. Do not hang up the phone.

DM: *branches and leaves snapping* *distant footsteps* … what the fuck?

LW: *distant* DYLAN! LOOK AT THE FUCKING FOREST!

DM: … Kyle? But… he’s right here… what?

EK: What’s happening?

KB: *distant coughing* *crying* Mom…

LW: *distant* GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM US!

EK: Hello? What’s going on?

DM: *distant footsteps* Holy shit… it’s… I… it’s Kyle, but… Kyle’s also… bleeding on the floor.

EK: What? I don’t quite understand.

UM: *distorted crying* Mom…

LW: *distant* FUCK! WHAT DO WE DO!?

DM: I DON’T KNOW! HELP… PLEASE!

UM: *distorted crying* I want my mom…

EK: What’s happening? Dylan?

DM: *incoherent screams* *distorted roar*

*Call is abruptly disconnected*

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ROADKILL COUNTY SHERIFF'S OFFICE

Transcript of 911 distress call

10/2/1980 - 1:33 A.M.

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KJ: Keneth Jarvis, Dispatcher.

TB: Tabitha Roberts, Victim.

UF: Unidentified Female.

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KJ: 911, where’s your emergency?

TB: *distant glass tapping* Hello? My name is Tabitha Roberts, I live on Oakley Road, house 28 in Gravity Falls. I need the cops.

KJ: Alright miss, what’s the emergency?

TB: *distant glass tapping* Someone… no, scratch that, something is trying to break into my house.

KJ: *typing* Uh, sorry… I’m a bit confused by your statement. “Something” is trying to break in?

TB: *distant glass tapping* I… I just don’t even know how to describe it. I got home from work about twenty minutes ago when I heard something banging on my backyard door.

KJ: Uh-huh.

TB: *distant glass tapping* I opened the curtains and… well… you’re definitely not going to believe this but… something that looks like me is trying to smash the glass and come in.

KJ: … Pardon?

TB: *distant glass tapping* I know it sounds insane but you have to believe! The weird part is that it looks like me but at the same time, there’s something wrong… I can’t place it… I think it’s the eyes… the skin looks loose…

KJ: Uh… O-Ok miss, a unit has been dispatched to your place, please stay on the line. Are you in a safe place?

TB: *distant glass tapping* No, I’m in the living room, it’s the only place where I have a landline. I’m staring at the… thing… Jesus Christ, it doesn’t even fucking blink!

TB: *distant glass banging* *sound of glass cracking* Oh God… the glass… it has a crack…

KJ: Miss? 

TB: *distant glass banging*  FUCK! IT’S BREAKING THE GLASS! 

KJ: Miss, remain calm. Do you have a place where you can hide?

TB: *glass breaks* FUCK! HELP ME! PLEASE! IT’S COMING AT ME!

KJ: Miss, find a place to hide, police are on their way.

TB: *incoherent screams* *glass and furniture breaking* GET OFF ME!

KJ: Miss, what’s going on?

TB: *something is smashed against the ground* …

KJ: Miss Tabitha? Is everything alright?

TB: … *footsteps*

KJ: Hello? Miss Tabitha?

UF: *distorted* Hello? My name is Tabitha Roberts, I live on Oakley Road, house 28 in Gravity Falls. I need the cops.

*Call is abruptly disconnected*

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[thehandsresisthim]

“pleasant surprise”

content: nsft, link (totk) x reader, d/s dynamics, fem!reader, miss/ma’am, pegging, soft dom!reader, no desc. of readers body

word count: ~700

You feel him nuzzle against your chest - check pressed across your tight fitting shirt.

“Warm…” he mumbles in a soft voice.

As you reach over to grab something from your desk, he suddenly seems a lot less calm, hands that were softly grabbing onto your hips suddenly digging into your skin.

“H-hah… ma’am…” he whimpers out as he throws his head back . “P-please…”

“No.” you say in a firm voice. “You’re not getting anything until I’m done with this essay.”

“Mmh-mmh…” he nods in agreement.

He’s been like that for 20 minutes now, you buried inside him whilst you work on an essay - and he gets nothing. No touching, no grinding, no asking for more.

His hands rest on your hips, occasionally grabbing your chair, but he doesn’t dare put them even near his dick. It’s throbbing, but all it’s getting is the occasional rub of the fabric of your shirt.

He has been begging for your touch for the entire day - but long classes at your uni, and you working on an important essay afterwards had made it difficult.

But you had come up with a solution to keep him entertained. Your strap. He’s sitting on your lap, whilst you sit on your chair at your desk, working on your essay. It’s a different one than the one you usually use, a few more ridges, but there’s no notable difference in size.

You had smiled mischievously at him as you helped prepare him to take it. “It’s different from what we usually use. I hope that it'll make you feel even better.”

So far, he hasn’t noticed any difference. Maybe you were wrong? But still, the pressure against that spot and how close he is to you, mixed with the burning humiliation of you being completely dressed, and him being nude - it’s enough to keep him excited.

You move again, and he whimpers. A “Please, ma’am…” escapes him before he can stop it.

You put your pencil down. “Mmh, I just need to write a few more words.” You gently wrap your arms around his waist and lean down to kiss his forehead. He’s once more made aware of your size difference - how much smaller he is in comparison to you.

“We’re going to try something new now, sweetheart, and if you don’t like it, please tell me immediately, okay? Then we’ll stop.” you say in a kind voice. His heartbeat quickens, both with excitement at what you’ve got planned for him, and with appreciation for how gentle you are with him.

“O-okay, ma’am.” he replies shyly.

Although he knew that he liked having a partner in the lead since he started dating, there always came some insecurities with it - it makes him vulnerable in a way he’s not used to. But you have always respected and cared for him, always made sure that everything was enjoyable for him…

You reach down to the strap and press a small button at the very base that he hasn’t noticed before. The toy inside of him starts vibrating.

He’s never felt something like this before.

Sure, you thrusting in and out of him felt good, but this is different.

He moans, loudly, and can’t find it in himself to stop.

“Ah - hah - w-what is? G… good…” is all Link manages to say. He squirms around and a fucked-out giggle escapes against his permission. “Th…tha… thank you… feel… good!”

You smile at him and gently kiss his forehead as you continue writing your essay.

“Sweetheart?” you ask in a kind voice.

“Y…yes…” he looks at you with a blissful expression as the strap whirs away inside of him.

“You can touch yourself, feel free to move all you want.” you instruct, “but… no cumming, okay?”

He pouts, but nods.

After a few minutes of the strap vibrating against him, he lazily starts humping his own hand. There’s no more structure to it, he’s too dumbed down to think properly. Link is still murmuring phrases, and occasionally drools on your shirt - as you write the last word, he starts frantically begging to cum.

“Ple-ase… miss… feels- can’t hold it-“

“H-hurts…”

You put your pen down and your hands join his on his dick, gentle, planned out strokes and teases.

“Shh… you’re doing so well… I’m so proud of you, my knight…”

“You have my permission, sweetheart.”

This seems to really do it for him. “T-thanks…” he drools on your shirt. With a loud moan, he feels himself get pushed over the edge.

“Th..ank you, thank you, thank you- I love you!”

“I love you too, Link.”

thank you for reading ♥️

[the-froschamethyst4]

Like father like son

𖤐Pairing: Husband! Price x Wife! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: fluff, wholesome, flirting, a hint of smut, language, son copying dad, married couple, some bickering

Price likes to flirt with his wife Y/n. Y/n finds it really cheesy and sometimes doesn't like it (mainly in public)

Now her son Beau likes to follow in his father's footsteps and copies everything Price does

But it may catch him in trouble at school when he tries to flirt with his crush not realizing that what he said could offend her

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Y/n was up getting everything ready for her husband, her and her son Beau. Beau is in the 5th grade and has to catch the bus soon. Beau came down and sat at the dinner table ready to eat breakfast.

Soon Price came down and smiled seeing his wife and son, he went over to his wife and tapped her butt and kissed her cheek. Beau saw this and watched Price come to him and sit next to him with a cup of coffee in his hands.

“Beau, come on bud, you have to catch the bus,” Y/n said as Beau took his last bite and grabbed his backpack and rushed out the door.

Beau stopped in the driveway to wave to his mom through the kitchen window, but he didn’t get her attention fast enough this dad already took her attention and kissed her lips. He watched but then headed to the end of the driveway to wait for the yellow bus.

“Beau!” Beau looked to his right seeing his friend come and wave to him.

“Hey Adam,” he said as the bus came by and stopped picking them both up.

Price watched as the bus left and smirked at his wife who was on the couch watching the News.

Price walked over to her and cupped her face kissing her soft lips and pinning her hands just above her head.

“Price? What are you doing?” She giggles.

“We haven’t do it in a while, so? Why not, huh?”

She just giggled as he kissed his lips down to her inner thighs. Holy hell did it feel good, she squeezed her thighs together but Price pushed them back open and kissed close to her clit. She lightly moaned and he smiled up at her.

“John, I h-have to get ready for w-work soon,” she says as Price just groaned and rolled his eyes as he sat up and Y/n examined his pouty face.

“Oh come now, we can do it later,” she crawls over to him and just gently rubs his crotch. She felt him tense up and kissed his cheek.

She got off the couch heading to their shared bedroom. He got up and followed her.

She immediately took off her shirt before walking through the door, she opened the dresser drawer and pulled out a white bra and matching white panties.

“So we may not have sex but I can watch you tease me?”

“I’m not teasing you.”

“You just grabbed my crotch and now you’re strip teasing me,” he said as Y/n started to remove her pajamas and then put on her underwear and grabbed black thin tights and put them on.

He watched her move around the room opening the closet door and grabbing a white blouse and a black pencil skirt.

She put her close on and Price threw his head back and looked down at his crotch seeing his friend a little too happy.

“Keep him in your pants, John.”

“I can’t help that.”

“Mhmm~” she hums as she went to the bathroom to brush her hair and teeth.

“Can you just…I don’t know…satisfy him please,” he begged as he gently pushed himself against her.

“If I do then we both know where this goes and leads us,” she said, pushing her butt out and earning a soft groan from him.

“I have to go, now. But,” she turns to him and put her hands on his chest. “I’ll see you later, make sure Beau gets off the bus alright and also make sure you don’t get any sort of phone calls about Beau, okay?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said. She smiles and kissed his lips.

“See ya later,” she says as she walked out of the bedroom grabbing her purse and heels on the way out and once the front door shut, Price looked down at his friend.

“Now what the hell am I going to do with you?” He said.

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Beau walked into class with Adam putting his stuff in his cubby. Beau looked around the classroom and saw the girl that he liked, her name is Oakley May Wilson, but people called her Oakley May or Oakley.

Beau swallowed a lump in his throat and walked to Oakley. He was definitely coping his dad right now, from how he’ll walk and now he’s about to do what Price does to his mom.

He leans on her desk with one hand to get her attention and his other on his waist waiting for Oakley to look up at him.

“Oh hi, Beau.”

“H-Hi Oakley,” he stuttered. He tried to get confidence like his dad but he kind of failed at that.

“What are you doing?” Oakley asked.

“Ummm~ I..I was just g-going to ask if you would l-like to sit with me at lunch t-today?” He was a stuttering mess.

“Yeah, I guess so,” Oakley said with a smile on her face.

“Cool,” he but his thumps up but looked at his hands and realized his dad doesn’t do that and put them down. “Sweet,” he said.

Now was the tough part…does he kiss her? Does her not kiss her? He watched his dad kiss his mom all that time, so does he does it now?

Beau leaned forward and kissed Oakley’s cheek, but it wasn’t a good kiss more like a quick and light peck. Oakley could have mistakes it for a tap on her cheek with his fingertip but she could feel the slight wetness from his lips.

She touched her cheek and immediately jumped up from her seat.

“Did you just kiss me?” Oakley asked, looking at Beau confused.

“Huh? No, no way,” Beau tried to act like he didn’t just do that.

“But…why is my face-“

“I didn’t do that, I promise.” Beau put his hands up in defense, he’s never seen his mom get mad over a kiss so he’s confused if he did something wrong.

“You did! You did kiss her!” Sarah Thompson yelled. Sarah and Oakley were best friends.

“No, no I didn’t!” Beau yelled.

“Hey, hey, what’s going on?” Beau’s teacher Mrs.Flynn walked into the classroom.

“Beau kissed Oakley,” Sarah yelled as she pointed at the both of them.

“On accident,” Beau placed his hands up.

“Beau, we don’t kiss in school, especially in 5th grade.”

“I didn’t mean to. It was an accident honest.” Beau said as Oakley just looked down at her hands and gripped the bottom of her dress like she was embarrassed.

“Oakley May? Did he kiss you?” Mrs.Flynn asked.

“I…I don’t know..?” She said.

“Okay, Beau…you’ll get a warning for today okay?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Beau nodded his head and went to his desk.

He put his head down and used his arms as a pillow, he felt embarrassed that he did that. But he also doesn’t understand, his dad kissed his mom a lot and she doesn’t get upset so why did she get upset? He doesn’t get it.

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It was recess and everyone was on the play ground. Oakley played freeze tag with some her friends and Beau sat on the bench were the teachers would usually sit, he didn’t feel like playing today.

He looked down at the ground and dragged his feet in the rocks and make random letters and shapes in the dirt.

“Beau? Why aren’t you playing with the other kids?” Mrs.Flynn asked when she sat next to him.

“What I did in class, why is it bad? I see my mom and dad kiss all the time and they never get mad at each other when they kiss. Why when I did it, it was bad?” Beau asked.

“Well…your mommy and daddy are married to each other so they have the right to kiss each other and not get mad. But you and Oakley aren’t together so, she also has the right to be upset…is this making any sense?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“So since she was upset…does this make you feel upset and the reason why you aren’t playing?”

“Yes.”

“Well…why don’t you go apologize to Oakley and go play.”

“Okay,” he jumps off the bench and went to go find Oakley.

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Price sat on the couch after getting out of the shower, towel still around his waist as he turned on the Discovery Channel.

They were talking Military flights and history something he enjoyed. Now Price got today off, so he could catch-up on his sleep and just spend the day how he wanted.

He tossed the remote to the side and slide down on the couch cushion to get comfortable. Well he was comfortable till his phone rang.

He groaned when he realized it was on the kitchen counter. He got up adjusting his towel that was still around his waist and saw it was the school calling.

“Oh great. What did you do this time, Beau?” He asked himself before answering. “Hello?”

“Hi we’re your sons school calling to let you know he’s had a bit of an incident at school,” Price rubbed his eyes and nose bridge.

“Okay, like what?” He asked.

“We would like to discuss it in person instead of over the phone, so if you could please come down that’ll great,” the lady said.

“I’ll be there in 20,” Price said as he hung up and went upstairs to go get dressed.

“Beau, come on,” John mumbled.

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John arrived at the school. He saw Beau with his head down, Price bent down to his sons level, and noticed tear stains on his cheeks.

“Beau?”

“I didn’t think I did anything wrong,” Beau said. Price opened the principals office door seeing him and Beau’s teacher.

“What did my son do?” He asked as he sat next to Mrs.Flynn.

“Well there was a small incident this morning he accidentally kissed a girl and at recess I told him to go apologize to her and well…I caught him and the girl kissing…on the lips this time.” Mrs.Flynn said. “He says he watches you and your wife kiss all the time and doesn’t understand why what he did was wrong versus when you and your wife kiss.”

“So he’s not in trouble to suspend but we would like for you to teach him the wrong and right of kissing someone.” The Principal now said.

Price put his head down and just nodded. “I’ll see what I can do,” Price got up and went to the lobby and got his son.

“Am I in trouble, dad?” Beau asked.

“No…No you’re not.”

Price understood that maybe when him and his wife kiss it meant something but when Beau does it to a girl he likes she may not like it.

“Beau, you know when your mom and I kiss, it means we love each other right?”

“Yes.”

“Why did you kiss that girl?”

“Because I like her but we’re not married like you and mommy.”

“True, true. Beau you can’t just kiss anyone.” Price said.

“Why?”

“Well, does the girl like you back?”

“When I went to go apologize to her on the playground she said she forgives me but she…she kissed me dad.”

“Did she?” Price looked up in his rear view mirror and saw Beau nod his head. “Bud…if she kissed you…she likes you.”

“Huh? Really!”

“Yeah. I mean you kissed her this morning right and she kissed you at the playground…Beau…she likes you…”

“Tomorrow…why don’t you apologize…and then play with her on the playground tag, hide and seek something along those lines okay?”

“Okay, dad.”

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Once home Beau immediately started on his homework and Price helped him every now and then. Price was also making a snack for the both of them.

Y/n came home and saw her son already home. He wasn’t supposed to be home around this time.

“Mama!”

“Hey, bud…” Beau hugged Y/n’s waist “what are you doing home so early?”

“There was an incident at school,” Price said as he placed a plate next to Beau’s homework.

“What incident?” Y/n mumbled as Price ushered her upstairs to talk so Beau could do his homework.

“He accidentally kissed a girl,” Price said once the bedroom door was shut.

“He kissed a girl? That’s not bad.”

“Well he thought it was okay because we kiss a lot, and he thought it may mean that…every girl may like that.”

“We…we…”

“It’s okay, love, he figured out it was wrong but…I think the girl liked him because…she ended up kissing him at the playground.”

Y/n’s jaw kind of dropped and Price was kind of confused.

“What?”

“I don’t…I don’t know?” She rubs her head. “I just can’t believe they called over something like that.”

“They only did because we’re the responsible for him and his actions,” Price said as he sat on the bed as Y/n got out of her work clothes and fell next to Price.

"Price?"

"Hm?"

"Are we bad parents?"

"What? Why the hell, would you say that?" Price asked, looking down at his wife.

"Because we though our son how to flirt by accident," Y/n felt embarrassed even saying that.

"We are NOT bad parents, Beau just doesn't know wrong from right, he doesn't know what we do it love and what he's doing is a little bit wrong because of his age." Price tried to not make it seem like it was their fault.

"So, what we'll have to teach him right from wrong again like him as a baby?"

"Just till he learns that he needs to wait."

"Right...okay..." Y/n closed her eyes as Price just looked down at her.

"Don't worry, love, everything will be okay."

Beau stood outside his parents' bedroom listening to their conversation, he rubbed his eyes and sniffled a little bit. He went back to doing his homework.

Y/n and Price didn't know that Beau was outside their bedroom and Price just smiled at his wife.

"Everything will be just fine," Price said.

"He's not suspended is he?"

"No, they said he's not in any sort of trouble to be suspended but we just need to teach him."

"Oh good."

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The next morning, Price was helping Beau get ready for school. Price put Beau in a white t-shirt, black jeans and fixed his hair.

"There, now, Beau what did we talk about this morning?"

"Apologize to Oakley again...and...don't kiss anyone or flirt with anyone."

"There we go," Price chuckled.

"What did you tell him?" Y/n asked, coming around the corner.

"Just...don't kiss anyone," Price said as Y/n just rolled her eyes.

"Come on, John." Y/n walked to her son telling him something probably something better than what Price said.

"Come on, let's get going," Y/n tapped her sons' sides and they went to her car, so she could drop off her son at school.

"Have a good day at school bud."

"Bye dad!"

[oreothefox715]

A Rather confusing question.

Wolf searched around the airship for Reginald. Normally she didn’t really interact with the Brit too much or even went out of her way to talk to him. But this time she needed too, upon spotting her comrade she marched over to him like a solider on a mission. She put her hand on his shoulder which caused the man to jump and yelp in surprise.

“WHA- o-oh uh…h-hey Ms W-Wolf…” Reginald stuttered when he realized the blacksmith was behind him.

“Hey Reginald I need to ask you something.” Wolf said looking down at the man in front of her, not phased by the Brit’s obvious fear of her.

“Y-yes Ms W-Wolf?” Reginald asked his voice barely above a whisper. His mind was going a million miles a second. Did he do something wrong? She didn’t seem mad…but then again Wolf was decent at masking what she was feeling. Did something happen? If so what wa-

“How much would it cost to get 500 pounds of iron?” Wolf asked interrupting Reginald’s thoughts.

“I-uh what?” Reginald asked as he tried to process the question he was asked. When he did he looked up at Wolf.

“Why do you need 500 pounds of iron?” He asked confused.

“If I’m going to make weapons and armor, and traps for our crusade, I need the materials needed. Most I already have but I’m running low on iron.” Wolf explained.

“Uh…again I ask why 500 pounds?” Reginald repeated.

“Don’t question my methods Copperbottom.” Wolf growled her voice like ice and her gaze intense telling Reginald he shouldn’t ask anymore questions.

“Y-yes Ma’am! I-I don’t know off the top of my head but I-if you follow me to my office I’ll g-get the information you need…” Reginald stammered as a cold chill went down his spine.

“Alright lead the way then.” Wolf agreed and she followed Reginald to his office. That’ll be one thing off her makeshift list taken care of.

(This mini story definitely isn’t as good as my first one but screw it :3)

@crown-of-roses-thsc

[neteyamssyulang]

I created my own words in na’vi if I couldn’t find them in the actual na’vi dictionary, of course your welcome to make/use your own i just decided to share mine just in case anyone needed it🥰

Words will be added whenever I find new ones ^^

A:

Any -> sklv

Anymore -> nesklv

All -> mlea

Aunt -> xuhe

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B:

Better -> efuu

Bitch -> ìmu’ta

Been -> t’ksa

Bye -> vsanti

Bullshit -> lätma

Both -> pxeyä

Breed -> tx’äw

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C:

Cunt -> täo

Cock -> osìn

Crap -> patul

Cousin -> la’xay ( Female: la’nowa, Male: xayni )

Could -> älpi

Children -> evengxi

Care -> seäna

Came -> ey'ta

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D:

Damn -> nistey

Dick -> sekelä

Days -> Trräla

Deserve -> txeal

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E:

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F:

For -> su

Favorite -> sonfey

Fuck -> knalu

Forgot -> zu’ana

Fucking -> knalupomi

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G:

Going -> samsk

Goddamn -> uvang

Grandma -> azikew

Grandpa -> sirka

Grandparents -> az’sir

Grateful -> ha'ul

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H:

Have -> mkna

Her -> pxwey

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I:

Ideas -> säfpìlh

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J:

Just: sna’lo

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K:

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L:

Let -> atut

Lie -> awmì

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M:

Mine -> otkn

Ma’am -> ha’na

Moan -> natal

Moans -> venatal

My -> ou

Mamas -> tseya

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N:

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ ✦

O:

Overrated -> losk

Out -> wr’paz

Oh -> nimay

Our -> txäna

Of -> mä'lu

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P:

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ ✦

Q:

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ ✦

R:

Release -> Lonu

Really -> vìle

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ ✦

S:

Say -> klsr

Shh -> tsne

Slut -> otfäz

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T:

The -> ut’ni

Till -> tä’ze

Tough -> lotxä

Times -> fe'ì

Thought -> tso'kä

Treated -> vähe

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U:

Uncle -> rasnov

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V:

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ ✦

W:

Whore -> pestu

Will -> rnua

Were -> txi'ay

Was -> zätnì

Words -> te'akx

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X:

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Y:

You’re -> nga’lur

Your -> ngati

Yours -> engati

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Z:

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ ✦

[gojocumdumpster]

You got any nsfw Erwin Smith headcanons? THAT MAN DRIVES ME CRAZY

Yes ma’am I do.

Type of story:🌹🔥

Afab reader

Warnings: Nsfw, cum, mentions of toys, dicks,ect

If you don’t know what they mean please search it up i’m so tired rn😭

I don’t know how to do headcannons like that so ima do a alphabet if that’s fine!

A-aftercare: 100/10 He will probably need to rest a little bit before he gets what you need because your gonna need something with how hard he pounded you

B- bodypart: His favorite body part might be his legs or arms one of those 2 and for you would be your thighs, the way they expand whenever you sit and when you suffocate him while he’s going to town between your legs

C- Cum: I feel like his cum is thicker a lot of people say it’s on the thinner side but he really gives off the thicker side. He like to see you swallowing it especially when you stick your tongue out and.

D- Dirty secret: He always wanted to fuck you on his desk or in levi’s room…😭

E- Experience: 8.9/10, in his teen years i’ll tell you this…he was a whore. But not as much now because he has to much on his plate and plus he was reckless as a teen.

F- Favorite position: Probably missionary to grip your thighs or riding.

G- Goofy: Not really, he really takes it seriously yours and his pleasure.

H- Hairy: I would say he’s shaven but not fully bald, like he leaves a little hair behind but it’s every blue moon he’ll go bald.

I- Intimacy: Same thing for Goofy, but if your bratty or just being disrespectful it’s the opposite.

J- Jerk off: Befote he got with you it would be like every 2 weeks.

K- Kinks: I can only think of Bdsm,daddy kink, school girl..😭

L- Location: His desk, or levi’s room.

M- Motivation: Something that has to do with your thighs like them expanding when you sit, you being bratty and others like that.

N- No: Pegging,piss,shat..

O- Oral: Giver, the debate is over. (and recevier to..)

P- Pace: And again like intimacy depends on your mood and his but its a steady medium pace just enough to get to cum.

Q- Quickie: Sometimes, if he's on his break and he needs to let go some stress.

R- Risk: He'll do it in Levi's office, that's enough to explain it all.

S- Stamina: You see what this man does on a daily bases? Not even getting paid. At least 2-5 hours..

T- Toys: He has a vibrator for you, belts, gags, cuffs lots of things.

U- Unfair: Only if your acting bratty, or not. AllI gotta say is you'll either be begging to cum or begging for him to stop.

V- Volume: Lots of groans, and fast breathing and moans when he's close.

W- Wild card: Want's to do it in a empty alley way..

X- X-ray: 7inches, thicker side with veins and tanish-pinkish tip.

Y- Yearning: Like 8.9\10 he can wait but not for to long before he pounces on you.

Z- Zzz: Waits a couple minutes then falls asleep yk yk yk.?!??!

[clean-bubbles-aka-bubbles]

Persistence and Distance

"…𝔐𝔞𝔶𝔟𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢'𝔰 𝔥𝔬𝔭𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡… 𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱, ℭ𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔫 𝔅𝔲𝔟𝔟𝔩𝔢𝔰?"

*FWOOSH~*

As the clouds drifted across the sky, casting a few shadows across the calming and eerie landscape of Mandela County, Clean Bubbles found herself on her customary afternoon walk in a park, the dirt crunching softly from her feet. The air was heavy with uncertainty, and each step echoed her inner turmoil.

She couldn't shake the nagging feeling that she might never find her way back home, that she was doomed to wander this twisted realm for eternity. The thought gnawed at her, threatening to extinguish the last flicker of hope that remained.

Lost in her thoughts, she absentmindedly fiddled with the remnants of her broken headphones, her fingers tracing the spot where one of her antennas had once been. It had been her lifeline, her connection to the world outside this nightmarish dimension. But now it lay shattered, rendering her powerless and vulnerable.

Should she give up? 

Was it worth clinging to hope when all signs pointed to despair? 

Should she have fought Lucifer in the first place before any of this could’ve happened? 

Should she stop living with two different lives and just choose? 

The questions swirled in her mind, a relentless storm threatening to consume her.

Maybe… she should’ve never existed in this world in the first place-

“O-Oh--Excuse me, ma’am!”

But then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw him - Mark Heathcliff, one of the main characters of the analog horror show that had trapped her here. Panic surged through her veins as she realized he had noticed her.

She took a step back, her heart pounding in her chest, as Mark approached cautiously. His presence was comforting to her because he was human, yet it was unsettling because she knew he was one of the main characters who would die in the future.

"Hey there," he said, his voice gentle yet filled with an undercurrent of curiosity. "I've seen you around. W-Well, not a lot, actually. I don’t see your appearance out here every day. I-I guess you’re introverted, but I can’t blame you… But you know what I mean.” He cleared his throat. “Mind if I walk with you?"

Clean Bubbles hesitated, torn between the instinct to flee and the desire for companionship. Her heart desired a moment of having a sense of friendship and camaraderie. But her mind screamed that messing with the timeline would screw everything up in the future. "Y-You... trust me? E-Even in a w-world with these... Alternates?" She struggled to find a voice to speak.

Mark offered her a small, understanding smile, his eyes reflecting a glimmer of empathy. "I don't know if I trust anyone here, to be honest," he admitted, his voice tinged with resignation. "But... there's something about you. Something different." 

He paused as if searching for the right words to convey his thoughts. "In this place, where everything feels so... twisted and wrong, you seem... genuine." He kindly smiled at her, raising a sheepish hand before waving it. 

The male wearing the white sweater glanced around warily as if expecting something to jump out from the shadows at any moment. "And... I guess I could use a friend. Even if it's just for a little while."

Clean Bubbles felt a surge of conflicting emotions coursing through her, mingling with the fear and uncertainty that had become her constant companions.

Could she dare to trust him, knowing the fate that awaited him in this twisted realm? 

“O-Oh…” She softly sighed. “I-I kindly appreciate your c-company. But I’ve got to go—” She trailed off, awkwardly shuffling away as she hugged herself. There’s no one else she could trust or even try gaining it. This particular world is an EXTREMELY UNSETTLING place. Besides, her name is just… weird! Who the hell names their child ‘Clean Bubbles’!? It’s absurd!

“H-Hey! Wait up!” Mark huffed, trying to catch up with her as she continued to walk away. “Please don’t go. I-I’m sorry if I’m making you uncomfortable—but at least let me get to know you since I’ve never seen normal people instead of those Alternates.” He tiredly chuckled, trying to lighten up the tense atmosphere between him and her.

Clean Bubbles stopped in her tracks, and her internal struggle was evident in how she shifted nervously on her feet. She glanced back at Mark, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and longing for connection.

"Normal... people?" she repeated softly, her voice barely above a whisper. The concept seemed foreign to her in this reality, where there were powerful, demonic creatures that could take the shape of humans and kill off people by driving them M.A.D. Nothing was as it appeared. But the teen’s earnest expression and genuine attempt to reach out to her touched something deep within her.

She took a hesitant step forward, her heart pounding in her chest. "I-I guess... we could walk together for a little while," she finally relented, her voice trembling slightly as she squeezed her left wrist. "But... but I can't promise anything. I-I'm not even sure if I can trust myself in this place anymore."

Mark's face lit up with a grateful smile as he stepped beside her. "That's okay," he reassured her, his tone gentle and understanding. "We're all just trying to survive here, right? And... maybe we can help each other along the way."

The blue-haired girl nodded silently, her mind still wrestling with doubts and fears. But for now, amid this nightmarish landscape, she allowed herself to find solace in the fleeting companionship of another lost soul.

Despite the rational voice of caution that whispered in the back of her mind, she found herself nodding slowly. "O-Okay," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I-I could use a friend too... even if it's just for a little while."

The two started walking down the dirt path. “So, can I know your name?” The male awkwardly smiled. “I’m Mark. Mark Heathcliff. And yours?” 

The girl with her headphones seemed to stiffen up momentarily, realizing that she had to reveal her awkward name (but it’s also for the author’s personal safety reasons—no data was shared). “U-Um… I-I…” She gulped, trying to find a name or lie to Mark. “I-I don’t really remember a lot…” She lied with a slight sheepish smile. “B-But all I can remember was my video game character’s username, Clean Bubbles. S-So I’d rather be addressed as that…” She squeaked.

The male nodded understandingly, a sympathetic expression crossing his features. "Clean Bubbles, huh?" he repeated softly, committing the name to memory. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Clean Bubbles. And hey, if you ever need someone to talk to or just... walk with, I'll be here."

The female offered him a small, grateful smile, her heart warming at his genuine kindness. "T-Thank you, Mark," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the gentle rustle of the wind. "I... I appreciate it..."

As they continued their walk together, the shadows of Mandela County seemed to retreat ever so slightly, chased away by the fragile light of the sun cracking between the clouds. “So… Do you have any hobbies? What’s your life like?” The male wearing the white sweater raised an eyebrow.

“For your first question… there’s not a lot for me to do outdoors. But I usually spend most of my time writing. It’s usually imagining my own fantasy worlds created and writing stories. As for your second question… It's a bit lonely. I live alone.” She sighed, feeling guilty for telling half-truths and lies. “W-What do you do?”

Mark listened attentively as Clean Bubbles shared her hobbies and a glimpse into her life, nodding empathetically. "Writing sounds fascinating," he remarked with genuine interest. "Creating your own worlds and stories... it must be an incredible escape from all of this."

He hesitated momentarily before answering her second question, his expression growing solemn. "Well, I was a student back then. I had friends and family. It was a normal life, I guess, just drawing and doodling. But ever since these… Alternates have come by. I've been trying to keep myself in check with my sanity and pray to God. I have a younger sister who lives in another state. She’s only three years old."  

“You’re in religion? Christianity?” Bubbles quirked an eyebrow.

“Yeah. I am.” He nodded. “Do you have siblings too?”

Clean Bubbles hesitated momentarily, her mind racing as she tried to piece together a convincing backstory. "Yeah. I did," she replied cautiously, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "H-Her name is Jade. She’s older than me, 17 years old. She moved elsewhere to start college, and I decided to stay here, feeling a bit… humble." It was a half-truth, a carefully constructed lie to mask the absence of her sibling and her origin of getting to Mandela County, Wisconsin.

Mark nodded understandingly, not pressing further into Clean Bubbles' personal life. He could sense the discomfort in her voice, and he respected her boundaries.

"It sounds like you and Jade are close," he commented gently, changing the subject to something lighter. "And hey, humble is good. It's not easy navigating through life, especially in a place like this."

Clean Bubbles offered him a small, grateful smile, appreciating his tactfulness and understanding. "Yeah," she agreed softly. "We... we are really close." She hesitated, a pang of longing tugging at her heart as she thought of the sister she had fabricated. "I-I miss her sometimes."

Mark placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, offering her a supportive squeeze. "I'm sure she misses you too," he said gently. "But hey, do you want to go and get something to eat? It’s best if we take this conversation inside.” 

Mark's suggestion sounded like a lifeline to Clean Bubbles as they walked. The idea of getting something to eat, of sharing a meal in a place that felt somewhat safe, sparked a glimmer of hope within her. But it offered a piece of normalcy rather than having to focus on killing Alternates and keeping humanity safe from the devil himself.

"Y-Yeah, that sounds... nice," she replied softly, her voice tinged with gratitude. "B-But where would we exactly eat? S-Sorry, I-I don’t come out of my shell a lot…” She gulped.

“It’s alright. I can show you.” Mark nodded in agreement, his slight smile warm and reassuring. "Great," he said, his tone awkward but genuine enthusiasm. “There's a little diner and café not too far from here. It's nothing fancy, but they serve decent food. Plus, we could get to know each other more since it’s a bit safe inside. Since these Alternates have started disappearing slowly, I think we could still go. We just needed to stay cautious."

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Together, they made their way to a small café nestled at the edge of the park, its warm lights inviting them in from the chilly air outside. Clean Bubbles couldn't remember the last time she had shared a meal with someone, the simple act feeling strangely intimate in this unfamiliar world.

As they settled into a cozy corner booth, Mark ordered a couple of sandwiches and hot drinks for them both. His easy chatter helped dispel some lingering tension in the air. Clean Bubbles found herself relaxing in his presence, the weight of loneliness lifting ever so slightly from her shoulders.

“So, how old are you?” Mark hummed, eating his sandwich. 

“I-I’m 15 years old.” She nodded softly, nibbling on some potato chips.

“Oh! Cool. That just reminds me, I’m also 17 years old, the same age as your sister.”

“Cool… Cool. What grade are you in?”

“I’m in college as well. Freshman. You?”

“I’m a sophomore in high school, in 10th grade.” She softly chuckled. “Do you have any friends?”

“Well, I have a Hispanic friend named Cesar Torres. He’s my best friend.”

“Ah, I do have many friends. I don’t remember some of their familiar faces sometimes… But I’m just there. I listen to them venting their problems… They’re mostly relationship-related…”

“Oh…” Mark’s face seemed to cast a shadow of uncertainty. “I-I guess you can say that I’m a bit in a similar situation…”

“Oh! S-Sorry, I-I won’t press further into it.” 

“N-no! It’s alright.”

Their conversation flowed effortlessly as they enjoyed their meal, weaving through light and heavy topics. 

For a brief moment, she felt surprised and allowed herself to forget about the horrors that lurked beyond the windows, to set aside the uncertainty of her fate. And in that fleeting moment of respite, she found solace in the simple companionship of a fellow person in a world of horror and religion-related.

As the hours slipped away, she realized with a start that she didn't feel so alone for the first time since she had arrived in Mandela County (and stayed for 15 years). She felt a glimmer of hope flickering to life, illuminating the darkness threatening to consume her whole.

But yet, she knew the consequences. When you get attached to someone while struggling to hide a second life in a world with twisted creatures, relationships and attachment are used against you.

After their meal was finished, Clean Bubbles and Mark stepped out of the café, the warmth of their brief respite still lingering in the air around them. But as they walked back into the park, reality came crashing down again, reminding them of the dangers lurking in the shadows.

Clean Bubbles couldn't shake the feeling of guilt gnawing at her insides. She knew she was leading Mark into danger by letting herself get close to him in the world of secrets, horror, copycats, and deception. 

Yet, despite her rational mind screaming at her to push him away, she could not sever the fragile connection they had forged. Even though they met for a day, she knew that connections were crucial, and that's how Alternates use it against humans.

Mark glanced at Clean Bubbles as they walked, a concerned furrow marring his brow. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked softly, his voice filled with genuine worry. "You seem... distant."

Clean Bubbles forced a nervous smile, trying to mask the turmoil churning within her. "Y-Yeah, I'm fine," she replied, her voice sounding hollow even to her ears. "Just... just thinking about... stuff."

Mark didn't seem convinced by her feeble attempt at reassurance, but he didn't press further. Instead, he gently squeezed her hand, offering her a small, reassuring smile. "Well, whatever it is, you don't have to face it alone," he said softly. "I'm here for you, Clean Bubbles. We'll get through this together, okay?"

Clean Bubbles felt her heartache at his words, torn between the comfort of his presence and the weight of her guilt. "T-Thank you, Mark," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I appreciate it more than you know."

They walked silently for a while, the only sound of the soft crunch of gravel beneath their feet. But despite the peace of the moment, Clean Bubbles couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled like a heavy stone in the pit of her stomach.

She knew that their newfound friendship was built on shaky ground, that the truth she was hiding threatened to tear them apart. But for now, in this fleeting moment of respite, she allowed herself to believe in the possibility of companionship, of finding solace amid chaos.

As they reached the edge of the park, the sky getting darker as the clouds dispersed, Clean Bubbles turned to Mark with a heavy heart. "I... I should probably go," she said softly, her voice tinged with regret. "I-I have... things to take care of."

Mark nodded understandingly, though a hint of disappointment flashed across his features. "Yeah, of course," he said, his tone tinged with reluctance. "But... but hey, we'll see each other again, right? Tomorrow, maybe?"

Clean Bubbles hesitated, her heart aching at the thought of what tomorrow might bring. But she forced a smile, determined not to let her fears overshadow the fragile hope they had found in each other's company. "Y-Yeah," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "I-I'll see you tomorrow, Mark. Take care of yourself."

With a final wave, she turned and walked away, the weight of her secrets heavy on her shoulders. But as she disappeared into the gathering darkness, she allowed herself to hope, if only for a moment, that maybe, just maybe, they would find a way to survive this nightmare together.

Upon arriving at her home, she looked at her headphones and her spear-staff weapon near her kitchen door. She chuckled softly as she looked at her powerful she used for killing the Alternates with pure magic before speaking to herself,

"…Maybe there's hope in this world when you're around… right, Clean Bubbles?"

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

warnings: MacMurphy, swearing, “break out”, boats, some jealousy

AN: I added macMurphy and then decided against it but now I’m a little stuck with him so we’re just going to skip around with him. We’re also going to rewrite what happens a little bit.

chapter 10

Billy and I sat on the bus, curled up together against the cold. Taber was behind us, trying to come up with an idea about where we were actually going.

“Wherever it is I just hope it’s inside.” I grumbled as I laid my head on Billy’s shoulder. A commotion at the front of the bus made us all snap to attention.

“Hello boys and germs. Today we’re going on a field trip of my choosing.” MacMurphy had clambered into the drivers seat and was smiling back at all of us. He closed the doors and took off. We took off out of the parking lot and billy turned so his back hit the window and I hit him.

“Wh-what the hell?” Billy muttered. I looked at him and shrugged.

“We just better not get into any trouble over this.” I muttered back. Taber nodded and we all braced ourselves for what happened. We pulled up in front of a trailer park and MacMurphy climbed out. “What’s he doing now? This can’t be our destination.”

“Everyone this is candy. Candy, this is everyone.” I raised an eyebrow at the lady that had been brought on.

“Hi.” Taber called out. Billy took one look at her and turned back to me, his nose scrunched up. Candy kept shooting glances at him but he wasn’t looking. Instead he kissed my head and pulled me tighter against him.

“Th-This is g-g-going to be hell.” I nodded against him. “D-do we c-call R-r-ratched?” I shrugged and watched the two would be captors.

“I have no idea. But wherever we’re going, I don’t think I’m going to participate.” I looked back at Taber and he shrugged. It wasn’t long before we pulled up at a dock. “Oh hell no.” I muttered as Mac started to rush us off the bus. I got off and leaned against the bus. Billy stood off to the side and taber trailed after Candy.

“Are y-you g-g-going?” I shook my head and watched the small expedition head towards a boat. “Wh-what are we g-g-going to do?”

“What do you want to do?” I cocked my head at him, finally looking over at him. He shrugged and smiled at me.

“I’m n-not sure.” Walking over he hugged me. We stayed like that for a bit as we watched the boat head out.

“Didn’t you want to get on the boat with candy?” I asked. Billy laughed and kissed my temple.

“N-no. Sh-sh-she’s not my t-type.” He assured me. “You have n-no reason to be jealous.” I closed my eyes as I leaned against him.

“Sorry. It’s just…” I sighed and pulled back to look up at him. “The way everyone was looking at her.” Billy chuckled and kissed me.

“I wasn’t l-looking at h-her.” He admitted. I tilted my head at him. “Why w-would I when I have y-you?” I blushed as he kissed me again.

“Stop it you.” I chuckled. Before long, we saw a car pull up with Nurse Ratched and some of the other members of the day staff. “Nurse Ratched?” She turned to look at me and billy when she got out of the car.

“Where did MacMurphy and the others go?” She walked over.

“On a b-b-boat.” Billy pointed out to the dock where we could see the boat returning.

“MacMurphy also has a girl with him ma’am.” I said as she started walking away. “I hate to tattle but…” she nodded and cut me off.

“Thank you mx. (Y/L/N).” She started walking away from the bus and billy started after her. I followed one of the day staff back to the car and got in. Billy joined me a few minutes after.

“N-nurse R-Ratched is riding back on th-the bus.” He said. We waited until the bus was loaded and off before following. Hell was going to break loose on the ward.

[aajjks]

i granted alina’s wish 😁

mommy issues!JK

you’re reluctant to let jungkook go but he reassures you that everything will be okay. in the distance, you see the familiar red and blue lights and once you’re comfortable, jungkook shuts and locks the car door before approaching the police car.

“HYUNG!!!!”

“what’s up man!!”

jung hoseok is a longtime friend of jungkook’s. they met in college before going their separate way but they’ve always remained in touch. whatever jungkook needed, hoseok was right there to help him. by getting in touch with busan’s government, hoseok helped jungkook secure full custody of seol against his parents and he’s been helping him since. this situation being no different.

“you mind if i take a look at y/n?” with jungkook’s permission, he heads to the car you’re sitting in and uses his flashlight to see through the car window. hoseok grits his teeth. “looks pretty bad. mind unlocking your car?”

jungkook unlocks it and hoseok opens the door to get a better look at you and the sight is heartbreaking. “hmm…i need an ambulance here immediately. victim has a busted and cracked lip, a black eye, left cheek is swollen. there’s a lot of bruising around the rib cage area and a leg wrapped up. victim says the aggressor broke her leg. can i have your name, ma’am?”

“it’s y/n. kim y/n”

“victim’s name is kim y/n”

“copy that. ambulance will be there in 5-8 minutes”

“thanks for your cooperation, miss kim” hoseok shuts the door and jungkook locks it back. “thank goodness you came when you did. it could’ve been a lot worse and no one would’ve known” hoseok pats jungkook’s back before going inside the house and when he’s inside he sees two women trembling in fear and two men but one critically injured. “what’s up you guys” says hoseok.

“what’s up, man!” greets yugyeom.

“i’ve got everything handled, alright? i got some back up coming soon, so get out of here before you look like suspects”

the boys nod their heads before evacuating the home and 2 minutes later, more policemen show up. everyone in the house is under arrest and within 5 minutes, an ambulance appears to take jicheol away but you stubbornly refuse to go to the hospital.

“c’mon, y/n. we need to make sure you’re okay” says mingyu.

“guys, i’m fine. i just want to go home. i don’t want to be here anymore”

“we’re going to leave, i promise but you need medical attention y/n”

you look at jungkook and even he insists that you get medical attention before getting on the road. with jungkook’s help, he puts you on the stretcher and follows you inside the ambulance.

“we’ll follow you!” says eunwoo as they get inside the cars and follow the ambulance to the hospital. while in the truck, they take your temperature, blood pressure, and draw blood to do further testing. when they arrive to the hospital, the first thing they take care of is your broken leg, then your bruises.

“hi, you’re ms. y/n right?”

“yes”

“is this your husband?”

“one he will be but no, he’s my boyfriend”

“aww~ well, i’m here to give you some medicine for the bruises and tell you so super awesome news”

“news? is everything okay?”

“your bloodwork is fine. no life-threatening symptoms buuuuut congratulations, you’re pregnant!”

W H A T?!

“huh? no. nonononono, that can’t be true. we—he uses condoms and i’ve never cheated on him. jicheol kicked me in my stomach—,”

“and the baby is fine. if you want, we can use an ultrasound to get a better look but according to your bloodwork, you’re 2-3 weeks pregnant”

~🫧

What. What. WHAT.

Jungkook isn’t sure if what he’s hearing is right, you are pregnant?? “Umm doctor b-but my wife- I mean my girlfriend is right we always use protection?!” He questions dumb founded.

When did he even knock you up? Of course it’s his baby- jungkook looks at you with tears in his eyes, “b-baby are you hearing the doctor?” He asks as he grabs your hand and kisses it.

You’re pregnant with his child

He can’t believe it. “Oh my God.” He exclaims as you both share a sweet kiss, Jungkook is now an emotional mess. So, you endured all that pain and abuse while pregnant with his child?

“Yn baby how did you not notice?!” Jungkook questions you, when you bring up the fact that jicheol kicked you in the stomach, Jungkook’s eyes harden.

While he was busy protecting his first child- you were unknowingly carrying and protecting his second one.

After your pregnancy is confirmed, Jungkook is so full of joy, you are granted leave from the hospital due to your special circumstances.

“Yn I’m so so happy that you’re pregnant but…” now comes the dreadful question.

He’s nervous.

“Are you- do you want to keep the baby? I-I swear I didn’t get you pregnant on purpose… it’s your choice and I’ll be with you every step of the way…” he kisses your hand as you both walk to your car.

“Y-You can abort the baby if you’d like- I know we haven’t been with each other for long but I love you so much… I see my future in your eyes. So it’s going to be your choice.”

He looks into your eyes.

“But I hope you won’t because I’ve always wanted a family with you.”

[strywoven]

@villain-he has requested a story : ❛   that is not an appropriate question to ask a lady you’ve just met.   ❜

 𝑼𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅.

A great irony exists : WAR , WAR CRAVES FOR PEACE .  One which ought not exist , one which tips the great empyrean ever further beyond the realm of self-forsaken redemption ( lo’ even with her heart carved out , the sense of it remains ; a festering ache that continues to beat within her , stronger still with each dreadful day that passes ) .  In a perfect realm , she might think to claim it ⸺ impossible , of course , the world was at the mercy of its faults , a design wrought by flaws ( try as she like , she is no different ; she is the antithesis of what she longs for , after all ) .  And neither humanity nor her ilk ever gave her the option to find it.

No matter , Verona always had a way of taking what she wanted ; she shall have it , one way or another.  It merely became a matter of w h e n .

❝ Ma’am , not to be rude , but … W- what are you ? ❞  Meek , the question itself is innocuous , coming from the young woman behind the bar who’s not stopped g a w k i n g at the empyrean as she nursed her drink.  The look on her face may be a practiced placidity , but Verona can see the tension in her , the a n x i e t y in her skeptical brown eyes.

It is an ALL TOO COMMON question , and not one Verona feels inclined to indulge right now ( her temper is bickering with her fraying patience ) .  ❝ … ❞  She remains quiet , fixing the mousey girl with a sharp look in warning.

The tension snaps when someone else speaks up on her behalf , stepping into place beside her by the bar.  Verona blinks , head turning slightly to acknowledge the man over her shoulder ( handsome , but with an odd sense about him ; one that reminds him distantly of her fellows ) .  Gilded brows quirk , silver eyes sparking with i n t e r e s t and tell-tale curiosity ( rather a dangerous one ; a fixation , a keenness & predatory intrigue ) .  ❝ … Do you always make it a habit to come to the defense of strange women ? ❞  The titan quips , painted lips twisting into a wry sort of smile.  ❝ Suppose I ought to thank you.  Will you take a drink ? ❞

[doublegoblin]

Cavern Chronology Log:2

[You have (1) new message from D]

Sent at: 2:03AM 4/7/18

[D] Hey shit for brains write me back. I know your just staring at your computer screen right now.

Sent at: 2:15AM 4/7/18

[X] I think you meant *you’re* ;)

Sent at: 2:15AM 4/7/18

[D] Fuck you. Look, I don’t have time for a fucking grammar lesson T is riding my ass about getting that fucking data recovered. Have you got anything new?

Sent at: 2:17AM 4/7/18

[X] Ooooh~ lucky you, surprised the boss took such an interest in you. >///>

Sent at: 2:19AM 4/7/18

[D] Answer the fukcing question.

Sent at: 2:19AM 4/7/18

[X] Fucking* ;)

Sent at: 2:19AM 4/7/18

[X] Also no. 

Sent at: 2:20AM 4/7/18

[X] These things take a lot of time, something you are stealing from me and the team right now. But don’t get your knickers in a twist because despite your best efforts to derail us we have actually found something interesting :O

Sent at: 2:35AM 4/7/18

[D] Are you going to share what that is?

[File sent]

Sent at: 2:35AM 4/7/18

[X] Ta-dah!

Sent at: 2:36AM 4/7/18

[D] What the hell is this?

Sent at: 2:57AM 4/7/18

[D] Where the hell did you get this? 

Sent at: 2:57AM 4/7/18

[X] I can’t take aaaaall the credit. K was a good little noodle and did some extra digging. You never can tell what gets tossed away or misplaced around here.

Sent at: 3:00AM 4/7/18

[X] So there you go, the dog has his ball, run back to master so he can pet your wittle bewwy and tell you just how much of a good boy you are~

[D has disconnected]

[D has connected]

Sent at: 3:03AM 4/7/18

[D] Fuck you

[D has disconnected]

***

[Good morning T. Please excuse this early morning interruption. I am forwarding to you something K found following some more in-depth investigation. In the absence of concrete data I hope this may be an acceptable alternative. Sincerely -D]

Description: A phone call transcription between a before unknown caller to one of our clinical sites and the attending agent. The reestablishment of said site was conducted following procedure 3A7B. For internal security reasons the name of the site operative has been stricken from the records. Upon cross analysis of the caller we are more than 95% positive it is a match for Clyde. The call was intercepted at 1500 on August 13th of the year 2002.

[Dial tone]

Operative: Thank you for contacting [EXPUNGED] my name is [EXPUNGED] how may I help you?

Clyde: H-h-hi…um…I…I…I n-need to speak…no…um…sorry.

Operative: Take your time sweety. Did you want to make an appointment?

Clyde: Y-yeah…th-that w-w-would be good yeah.

Operative: Sure thing pumpkin! Now just so the doctor knows what to expect, can ya tell me a little about your symptoms?

Clyde: Uh,yeah…sorry, it’s just kinda, hard, to think. My head has b-been, pounding f-f-for a couple…um…of days.

Operative: And how would you rate the pain? Scale of 1 to 10 I’m sorry.

Clyde: Uh…[wince of pain]...maybe a s-sev-no eight.

Operative: Alrighty so a mighty big one. And, have we had any nausea or vomiting recently?

Clyde: Yeah. I c-can’t real-real-really keep much d-down. It comes, and, uh, goes though.

Operative: Mmhmm [typing noises] any fever or achy joints?

Clyde: N-no ma’am. My right eye, has been, really sensitive lately…though. And…and…please d-don’t think I’m cr-crazy but I’ve been been been seeing things o-out of the c-c-corner of my…um…vision.

Operative: I see, I see. So it does seem like we have an opening right now. Does that work for you?

Clyde: Really? Y-yeah thats, great. Wh-wh…what time?

Operative: To be honest hun, as long as you can make it we can get you in. Now I hope you aren’t driving like this.

Clyde: N-no ma’am.

Operative: Good. Stay right there we’ll send someone out to pick you up.

Clyde: N-no that’s okay, I, got a buddy to, drive me out.

Operative: Nonsense, what you have may be contagious, stay right there we’re on the way.

Clyde: Wait…h-how do you kn-know where I am…I didn’t even g-give you my na-

[End of call]

Note: The call was interrupted as agents were dispatched. Following reports showed that the residence where the call was placed was in fact abandoned and seemed to have been for some time. Dispatched agents were recalled and the residence was demolished. No further investigation has been deemed necessary at this time -U

[End of document]

[Thank you for this information. This goes to show we still have much to learn. Send my regard to K and X for this discovery. In lieu of this event I request further investigation into previous documents for any possible correlation with the Risen event. -T]

[madampoewrites]

⎘ APHRODITE:

P A S S I O N ’ S R I S E

C H A P T E R T W O

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

346 AD. Montego Bay, Jamaica.

M a n y y e a r s a g o . . .

“Yemýa, stop fussing with your hair and come on before we’re late,” Dione shouted into her daughter’s bedroom. “I’ll be there momentarily,” the young goddess said while putting the final touches to her appearance. It had been a year since the goddess arose from the sea and since then, everyday was something new. Men were throwing themselves at her left and right. She accepted the things they gave her but didn’t give them any of her attention in return. All of them, except for one.

The goddess left her bedroom and quickly made her way down the master staircase towards the foyer. Her mother and father were standing and talking amongst themselves when Yemýa made her presence known. “There she is. Well, we’re going to be on our way,” Dione said while giving Zeus a hug and pecking his cheek with a kiss. “Have fun and be safe, my love. Oh! And give Hippolyta my greetings,” Zeus said returning the kiss.

Yemýa and Dione left the family palace and soon found themselves at the shoreside dock near their home. At the end of the dock was a boat and the family servant and friend, Osa. The two ladies carefully walked the dock’s length towards the boat. “Good day, your majesty,” Osa kindly greeted Dione, taking her hand to assist her inside the boat. “Good day, Osa. I hope all is well with you,” Dione said while carefully stepping into the boat before getting situated in a seat nearby. Once Dione was settled in her seat, Yemýa stepped up and took the man’s hand. “Good day, dearest Yemýa. Nature’s greatest creations envy your astounding beauty,” he said while gently assisting the young goddess into the boat. She silently thanked him and sat beside her mother. After some brief moments, Osa set sail and the boat began drifting across the calm waters of the sea.

“It’s a beautiful day out, isn’t it,” Dione asked while taking in the fresh air. Yemýa agreed while looking off at the waves crashing nearby. Dione looked over at Yemýa, noticing that she was deep in thought. “Something troubling you, my love,” she asked tenderly. Snapped out of her thoughts, Yemýa quickly answered, “No ma’am. Just thinking that’s all.” Dione adjusted her position to face her daughter, scooting closer to her as well. “Tell me. This trip is for us anyway. Anything that is discussed on this boat and at our destination is for our ears only,” Dione assured. Feeling an extra sense of security, Yemýa looked at her mother and began to open up. “It’s not easy being what I am, mother. Especially being a goddess people, specifically men, fawn over,” she said. “Is it too much pressure,” Dione asked. “No, it’s not a lot of pressure. It’s just the men can be obnoxious,” Yemýa said with a slight giggle. “I don’t mind the attention and the gifts but some of them will hound me for something in return. Hermes, Eros, Apollo have bombarded me with gifts and I’m not interested,” she said. “I know who does have your interest,” Dione said. Yemýa smirked, looking away to hide her blushing cheeks. “Have you two engaged in anything,” Dione continued. “I will not discuss that in detail but yes we have…regularly,” Yemýa admitted. “Do you love him,” Dione asked. “I do,” Yemýa answered. “I know Father wouldn’t approve of him because of who is but I love him and he loves me too,” she said. Dione took Yemýa’s hand, looking her in the eyes as they locked fingers. “My love, what you do with this life shouldn’t be governed by those we deem important. Don’t let anyone, not even your father, dictate or make you doubt your feelings and your truth,” Dione said.

T H E M Y S C I R A

Osa steered the boat into the port of Aegean, anchoring the small boat so it wouldn’t drift away. On the port’s main deck was family friend and Queen of Themyscira, Hippolyta. Osa assisted the two ladies out of the boat and onto the deck. “Dione, my dear,” Hippolyta exclaimed with outstretched arms. With a warm smile on her face, Dione wrapped her arms around her friend and hugged her tightly. “I hope the trip here went well,” Hippolyta said. “The trip was beautiful, Lyta,” Dione assured. In the midst of their banter, Hippolyta’s attention went towards Yemýa. “And who is this beautiful stranger we have in our presence,” she asked. Dione quietly called Yemýa over towards them. “This is my daughter. Aphrodite Sinclair but we call her Yemýa,” Dione replied. “We have been expecting you, Aphrodite. Let’s not stand around and play amongst ourselves, let’s go into town,” Hippolyta said.

Hippolyta led the ladies into the bustling city that spanned the entire island. The buildings were beautifully built, constructed out of the finest marble and quartz. Crystal waters streaming down off their sides, the sparkling waves crashing into ornate fountains. Yemýa looked on in amazement, her eyes dazzling at the sight of the buildings and the women who lived here. She hadn’t seen anything like it. “What is this place,” she asked. “Aphrodite, welcome to our paradise land, Themyscira,” Hippolyta gleefully proclaimed. “A safe haven for the Themysciran women protected and hidden from outside eyes,” she continued. Hippolyta guided the ladies further into city. As they passed through, the women graciously waved and bowed in their direction. They finally arrived at Hippolyta’s palace. The guards greeted her, stepping aside so the ladies could walk in.

-:- -:- -:- -:- -:- -:- -:- -:- -:-

After hours of fellowshipping with the Hippolyta and her people, Dione, Hippolyta and Yemýa stood on the balcony of the guest bedroom and gazed at the night sky and sea. “I never told you why I brought you here,” Dione said. Yemýa’s interested peaked, causing her to look in her mother’s direction. “I wanted to teach you about yourself and your powers,” Dione continued. “This place was built and born out of the goddesses. The Themysciran women who live here are our creations. They are the reincarnated souls of women who were slain by man and given a newer and higher power that those very men cannot take from them. And you, Yemýa, are the manifestation of love, beauty and victory,” Hippolyta interjected. “Yemýa, you are the Spirit of Aphrodite in physical form. This place operates through your law; Aphrodite’s Law. The law that states the women here are immortal and no man has the right or privilege to set foot here,” she continued while walking towards Yemýa with her hands outstretched. She gestured for Yemýa to put her hands in hers. “As Queen of Themyscira, I hereby ordain you the supreme goddess of this land.”

[tarblob]

H-Hello, m-ma’am? M-My names Tar, a-and I’m a good friend of Slyme, and um… y-you just seem really cool, and I wanted to… to know if you wanted to hang out sometime? W-We could like… collect bones or something? I don’t… know what people do for fun…

((Ooc it’s @tarblob but my tumblr is still kinda screwy and won’t let me send asks from the right account :[ ))

*There is a splotchy knock on your door, followed by the distinct sound of a stone or rock gently hitting your door.*

... *I shrug and open the door* Hi?-

[futurearchaeologyprof]

IM-

[alien-origins]

sometimes drinking coffee makes my coochie go brrrrrrr