#q: the awokening

[star-suh]

When the Nerd’s a Fuckboy

Jake Sim x Male Reader

an: just realized part of this fic is similar to the minho bit in the week of wonders one so forgive me for recycling material 😭😭

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yn has been failing his math subject on college, “why the fuck did i choose this degree when i hate maths so much” he cried in the shoulders of his friend sunghoon, “because you are a dumbass” he replied unfazed. “ugh.. whatever” yn blurted out while holding his chest, showing to his friend how much his words hurted him. “instead of being here crying, why won’t you ask one of your classmates, the most intelligent perhaps, to help you with the subject?”.

“hmm the smarter one… who’s the smarty pants in my class?” yn was lost into thinking about it that sunghonn thought he was simply dissociating, “oh fuck no, IT’S JAKEE!!” he yelled making everybody who’s passing by to turn their heads towards the pair of friends, sunghoon covering his eyes with his hand, “the fuck” he murmured embarrased. “sorry by the way but i can’t ask him to help me”, yn exclaimed, “why?” the other asks. “he’s just too scary to approach, he’s a smart guy but he gives off bad boy vibes like a fuckboy”.

“well that sounds off, how can a nerd be a fuckboy. aren’t you just overreacting yn?” sunghoon says with curiosity in his voice, “accompany me to the classroom, you'll see him there”.

“fuck he does give those vibes ynnie, he for sure likes it rough”, “oh my god sunghoon shut up” yn's face lit up in a shade of red, “go to your classroom pervert”. sunghoon waves a goodbye while laughing his ass off. “is he like that?” yn murmurs in a low voice when entering the classroom. 

minutes passed and yn was indecisive if talking to jake or not, the idea sunghoon implanted on his brain not leaving him alone, it's like a ghost coming time to time to haunt him. jake is such a hot guy that everyone who sees him from afar would think he's the bully of the class but they get surprised when they see how he's so nerdy. “h-hi” yn greeted jake, “hello” he greets back while still eyeing the notes written on his notebook, “i was wondering if you umm… could help me with math” yn’s whole body still, nervousness taking over his body. “why should i do that?” jake asks making yn gasp in surprise, if he was in an animated comedy he surely would be animated like a piece of glass shattering. he tries to laughs the awkwardness off, “you're the top student and i really.. really need to pass it with good grades”, “not convincing enough” he replied immediately. ‘fuck why does he has to be like that’ he thought and seeing there's no other way to convince him he took a desperate measure. he pulled his jeans right above his knees so he can bend them properly and kneel in front of jake, clasping his hands together he then proceed to say, “please help me, i beg. i’ll give you anything in return”.

something was awoken in jake, seeing yn kneeling in front of him, with those pouty lips and cock sucking eyes. he needs to have more of that, he needs to take yn. no, he has to ruin yn. jake was one of those smarty pants boys with a high libido so his hornyness was at max level every day, this can be proven when seeing his phone full of dating apps and how almost everyone in the classroom was head over heels for him knowing how good he was in bed, hell, even some teachers and staff members of the college were like that from him, truly a nerdy manwhore. so naturally he has to ruin yn expeditiously.

“anything?” jake asks, his tone laced with lust and depravity but yn wasn't as dumb as he looked like, he knew exactly what jake was asking for but nonetheless he decided ro play that game too.

“yes anything please” he keep on with that act because at the end of the day he's gonna learn something and will enjoy it too so it was a win-win to him but oh boy he doesn't know what's coming to him.

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“what's the answer?” jake's bangs sticked to his forehead due to the sweat, the frame of his glasses falling off of his nose bridge but he quickly fixes it, he licks his lips “answer me slut” the sound of the spank echoed in the room, his hand imprinted on yn's butt cheek, who was sitting on the other's dick with his back facing jake.

“i-i don't rememberrr” yn gasped, letting his sweaty and marked body fall to the floor but with jake's meat still inside him, the nerd has been obliterating his hole the past hour. everytime he messes up one of the 10 questions on the sheet, jake punishes him and made him start again but with a new sheet of questions. “i won't be able to focus if you keep hitting my prostate” yn whimpers. “or you're just messing up because you love my dick stretching this pussy. even a high schooler could resolve this sheet in 15 minutes” jake pulls out his dick and quickly replaces them with his digits. four of them entering at once on the gaping pink hole, smeared in saliva and lube. “or maybe you're just dumb as a fucking rock” the top adds.

yn's head rests on the floor, no strenght left in his body, a pool of drool forming on the floor, “at least give me a kiss” he pouted, “i don't kiss my hook ups” the nerd replied.

“commme onnn~” jake slaps yn's cheek, “four fingers were enough for you to get fucked dumb?”, “n-n..noo~... i just need to-” he was cut off when jake put his fingers on his mouth, “ah ah ah ah ah.. you can't get distracted dumbslut but i'll let it pass this time. meanwhile i think on something to help you keep tasting your boypussy juices”.

jake's dick slid up and down on top of the other's pulsating hole, the burning friction making it shiver in pleasure as if it's asking for more, “hungry pussy” he blurted out, “haven't had one like that for so long”.

“jake pleashee~ help me with thish and then you c-can fu-fuck me all you wanttt~” yn tried to convince jake so he can rest a little but to no avail, “or i'll fuck you right now and then we study” he slaps his tip on top of the hole, then introduces only that part and starts whiping his dick with his hand, the vibration provoking squelching sounds that were like music foe jake's ears, “god how much i love a wet pussy”. “ish not a pusshyy~” yn talks back and it's received with another harsh spank, his ass bright red already, “it's a pussy, my pussy now” jake slams himself onto yn drawing a loud cry from the bottom, “FUCKK!! sho big~”, yn's eyes rolles back and his tongue was out, “look at you, all dumb over my cock”.

jake pulls yn towards him, locking him with his arm around his neck, bulging veins decorating that pretty skin. the headlock wasn't that hard but it has the right amount of pressure to choke yn. the dizziness making him squirm and by consequence it made his hole grip hard jake's dick. “holy fuck, i'm gonna nut in this boypussy” jake grunted, pistoning his hips faster and harder completely ruining that gaping hole.

“fill me up. fill me up” yn begged, jake’s dick throbbing inside him sending waves of pleasure throughout his body, “fill thish pusshy up. to the brimmm~”. the slurred words plus the beggin made jake's dick twitch, his thrusts becoming sloppier, an in an impulsive act he brings yn’s face towards him to kiss him –breaking his 'rule’–, his tongue eager to explore inside yn's oral cavity. in one of those sloppy thrusts he hit yn's sweet spot so hard that it made him orgasm right there –cumming hands free– the white liquid spilling over his body and then running down his shaft to drip on top of jake's balls.  jake spurted his spooge inside, riding his high while still buried on yn with a few more thrusts. he then let go of the headlock letting the other catch some breath. jake let's himself fall to the floor and yn plopped on top of him, tired he closed his eyes, while being caressed by jake's soothing heartbeat sound.

“what the-” yn woke up, scared. was that all a dream? he was asking himself mentally, “no, it wasn't a dream, get ready ‘cause we need to finish this sheet” jake said with a monotonous, cold voice, completely different at the beast who rearranged his guts moments ago, ‘what the fuck can he read minds now?’ yn thought, furrowing his eyebrows and his eyes narrowing at the nerdy boy. “i can't read minds, you're just predictable”.

“fuck you” yn started to mumble curses towards the other while going to the bathroom limping. jake just stares at him, his usually calm and cold expression changes to a smirk inmediately afterwards, he then fixes his glasses and direct his stare towards the piece of paper in front of him, licking his lips in the process.

[book-daenerys]

George R. R. Martin to Amazon.co.uk: The whole point of the scene in A Game of Thrones where Daenerys hatches the dragons is that she makes the magic up as she goes along; she is someone who really might do anything.

George R. R. Martin in an online Q&A from 1999: The birth of Dany’s dragons was unique, magical, wonderous, a miracle. She is called The Unburnt because she walked into the flames and lived.

George R. R. Martin to Desde Hollywood: Magic is coming more and more to the fore. Magic has awakened when the dragons awoken.

[luvhughes43]

you're a father? | jack hughes

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summary: jack calls his brother quinn after finding out his ex girlfriend had his baby, and his current girlfriend hid the news from him.

word count: 0.6k

"quinn?" jack was already hyperventilating when the call connected. he had just found out that he was a father. something that his girlfriend of the past few months had hid from him.

alone in his vancouver apartment, quinn was awoken by the call of his brother. he was immediately worried, because what could possibly be so bad that his brother was calling so late at night.

quinn bolted up in bed, "what's wrong?"

"i- ohmygod," jacks words came out rushed. he felt like he was going to be sick.

"jack? breathe!" quinns voice was soothing on the other end of the line. jack tried to focus on his brothers calming words and the comforting sound of his voice. "can you tell me what happened?"

jack shook his head, forgetting for a moment that quinn couldn't see him. "i need... i-"

"are you hurt?" quinns voice was now panicked. never in his life had he heard jack sound so worried and upset.

"no, no i'm not" jack stuttered, his breathing slowly starting to calm down as he put the call on speaker and rested his head against his arms. "just, god i don't even..."

"okay, you're okay..." quinn rubbed at his eyes.

jack sat still for a minute, trying to stomach the mess that was his life.

"y/ns pregnant- was pregnant. we have a daughter" jack swallows hard. "she had tried reaching out to me and..." he couldn't bare say viviennes name. "and um, vi- she uhm, she saw the message before i did and-" jack starts crying again, violent sobs consuming him as he thought about his baby, and how y/n must've thought he had abandoned her.

quinn sat absolutely rocked by the news. "how do you uh, know that-"

"i saw the messages" jack manages to gasp out. "and i saw pictures and q, that baby is mine" jack crys out, digging the palm of his hands hard against his closed eyes.

"she was so mean to y/n. like threatening her and the baby... ohmygod" jack had to lay his head on his arms again. he was glad that he was sitting down, otherwise he was sure his legs would have gave out.

"do you need me to come get you?" quinn asked immediately. he wasn't exactly sure what he was getting jack from, but he would do anything he could to try and alleviate his brothers pain.

"i need to see my baby..." jack replies tiredly, all the crying and hard hitting emotions wearing him out. "and y/n, i need to see her again. i just dont.. i don't know what to do" jack trailed off, and a silence followed.

the boys sat on the phone together, neither saying anything. what was there to say anyway? no amount of talking things over would fix what had already happened.

jack moved his arms and let his head fall onto the marble countertop that was his island. he rolled his head over the smooth surface, hoping it's coolness would alleviate some of the pressure building in his forehead.

"what do you need me to do?" quinn finally asked.

"don't tell anyone. i'm going to figure it out" jack replied tiredly, his voice muffled by the countertops surface.

"okay... but you'll call me. like, every few hours"

"i'll call you when i have an update" jack responded.

"are you sure you don't want me to come up there?" quinn asked, mind absolutely reeling from all the news.

jack ponders his brothers suggestion. "i'll call you"

"i love you."

"i love you too," jack whispered back.

with the assurance that jack was somewhat fine, the boys both hung up the phone.

[sashaisready]

This Must Be The Place: Chapter 15 - Hit me on the head

Biker!Bucky x Femme Reader

Back at your beloved late grandmother's home to pack up her house, you have a run-in with the town's biker gang 'The Howling Commandos' and find yourself entangled with the metal armed President.

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Warnings: Nothing I don't think? Some angst!

Hi again! Sorry a bit of a shorter chapter as the next one is quite long and I'm still fiddling around with the dialogue. Also...sorry for making Peter Q the bad guy...I don't know why that happens often in my fics hehe.

You sat in the car considering your options. Too far to walk home, especially at night by yourself. Too far to walk back to Peter’s – not that you’d want to, anyway. God, no.

You caught yourself replaying the events of what had happened with him and screwed your eyes shut. Not now. Leave that in a box for the time being, concentrate on getting home first.

You tried to pull up a mental map of the area in your mind, but you didn’t really know it well enough beyond the way back to Granny’s place and the fuzzy outline of everything else. You were pretty sure there was a gas station not too far from here that would surely let you call a tow or Wanda, but you weren’t sure of the exact direction it was in, and you didn’t want to set off the wrong way in the dark by yourself.

You got out of the car and popped the hood, trying to use the dim light of the nearby streetlamp to illuminate the inside. You attempted to fiddle with a few things, but the poor visibility and your limited knowledge of engines meant you didn’t get far. Everything ‘looked’ as it should…in the dark at least...so you sighed heavily as you admitted defeat and slumped back inside.

After running through every possibility, including hitchhiking (too murdery) and trying to push Sally a little to see if that nudged the engine (too superheroy), you got out of the car briefly and wandered down the road in both directions to see if you could find any signs of life – but there was only the occasional car in the distance, too far away to notice you, and the sounds of the interstate nearby.

Sally’s digital radio said it was 11pm and you accepted the best option you had was to camp out here for the night, then regroup when the sun came up. You would set off to find the gas station, maybe try flag a passing car to use their phone. It wasn’t ideal, but it was all you had.

Fortunately, you had a blanket and old hoody stashed in the trunk, so you splayed across the backseat and attempted to get yourself as comfortable as you could. You kicked off your heels and wrapped yourself up. You laid in the dark, stifling a derisive chuckle as you thought about how ridiculous this all was. Your body already pulsed from the discomfort of your position and the dinner from earlier felt heavy and acidic in your stomach. But you did your best to ignore it all, closing your eyes and hoping to catch at least a few hours of sleep.

*

You must’ve somehow drifted off as sometime later you were awoken by something. Your eyes blearily focused as your initial confusion cleared and you grimly remembered where you were. You couldn’t see the car’s clock from this angle, clueless as to what time it was.

You heard a noise, a loud hum that seemed to be getting closer. That must’ve been what woke you.

You sat up, groaning at the stiffness of your limbs as you wiped the condensation from the back passenger window and peered outside – finding nothing but darkness. It was still nighttime, you leaned over the seat and saw on the radio it was a little after midnight.

The humming noise was getting louder and louder, it sounded like a lawn mower…or a chainsaw. You couldn’t make sense of it. It felt familiar but you couldn’t place it in your sleepy haze. Groggily, you pressed your face to the glass as your brain caught up.

You saw it then, the bright light that illuminated the road and Sally as the noise became deafening, and you suddenly understood.

A headlight.

A motorcycle.

The bike came to a sudden stop in front of the car and the noise ceased, causing you to sit up sharply and check the doors were locked. You unsteadily shrank back under the blanket as a figure approached the car. Was that…?

“Sugar?” called the voice as the figure moved around the car, muffled through the window glass but still unmistakeable. “Is that you?”

“B-Bucky?” you croaked in surprise as he came into view, squinting as he shined his phone torch through the windows at you.

Relief flooded you as you saw him lean over and squint as he looked in, his face concerned and confused.

Thank God for that!

But your feeling of respite soured as embarrassment surged. As grateful as you were…why did it have to be him of all people? Even another member of the MC would’ve been fine, although you knew beggars couldn’t be choosers. You were still furious with him, still wounded by his earlier betrayal, and now here you were – intensely vulnerable and desperate for his help. You hated that he would now have this over you, that you had no choice but to lean on him.

But you did have a choice, even if it wasn’t the right one.

He knocked on the window, “Sugar? I was just passing saw Sally parked up. What’s going on? Are you alright? Did you break down?”

You turned away, mortified.

“Sug? Open up. I can help”.

“No…” you said quietly.

“What?”

“No!” you snapped, loud enough for him to hear. “Leave me alone, Bucky. I don’t want your help…”

“Sug…”

“No!” you shouted again, unable to stop the tears from falling. “I said no! I’d rather take my chances by myself”, your voice was shaky.

You knew you were being wholly unreasonable. But you couldn’t help it. After the night you’d had, how tired you were, you simply didn’t have the bandwidth to add him to the mix and ‘owe’ him this favour.

“You’re being ridiculous…this is stubborn even for you,” he chastised, “C’mon. You’re sleeping in your car on the side of a road miles from home, for fuck’s sake. Just open up. And what’s happened to your face…?” He paused, softening as he watched you through the glass, “Look…it’s not safe out here, let me help you”.

You frowned at his admonishment despite knowing he was right. You could go home! Help was right there! You were being a stubborn baby! You were drowning at sea, and someone had thrown you a life preserver!

But why did it have to be that person who found you, of all the 7.9 billion human beings on the planet?

Even in your worked up state you knew full well you were acting insanely, logic was not winning out.

“No! I’m still mad at you, and I’m always gonna be mad at you…” you scoffed childishly.

He exhaled in frustration, pressing his hand against the glass as he looked at you defeatedly. “Sug…”

You turned away from him fully, burying yourself under the blanket and trying to stifle your sobs.

“Okay…” he sighed, “Have it your way”.

You laid perfectly still, keeping your eyes shut and hoping to somehow skip all of this and get straight to morning. After a few minutes you peeked out, but Bucky was gone. You weren’t sure why you felt a faint glimmer of disappointment, as he’d done exactly what you asked him to, but today wasn’t a day of rational emotions. Thankfully, tomorrow would bring a new day. Maybe you’d be a little more sane by then.

Your eyelids weighed heavily as you settled back across the seats, and rest finally came.

[alexfromjersey]

A SCHOOL TAINTED WITH BULLET HOLES

Vada Cavell x G!P OC

Word Count: 2.0k

warnings: school shooting, mature language, gun violence

A/N: I’m trying to write as much as possible before I visit my dad for three weeks so pray that I can at least finish half this book and at least three chapters for my other book.

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Poke. Poke. Poke.

You were being awoken by the feeling of someone poking you in your side, face, and thigh. You peel one eye open and are met with wide eyes and yellow rotten teeth. You jump fully awake, frightened, and scoot to your wall.

The sickly-looking man let out a laugh at your reaction, “Oops didn’t mean to scare ya.” The man was wearing nothing a dirty stained white t-shirt, no bottoms on.

“Rip! I told you, this room is off limits” The familiar voice of your mother enters your room. She was in a red silky robe that was loosely tied and her hair was disheveled. 

“My bad. I was just trying to look for the bathroom” Rip snorted and moved away from you.

“Last door on the right” Your mom answered. 

Rip nodded and turned back to you. “Sorry kid” He shrugged and left your room. 

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. Your mother comes to stand in front of you. 

“I’m sorry baby but I told you to always make sure your door is locked every night so things like this can never happen” She spoke softly. She tries to push some hair out your face but you flinch away from her. A hurt look appears on her face. 

“Get ready for school or you’re going to be late” She sniffled and left your room. 

You sat on your bed for a good extra five minutes before getting yourself ready for the day. You got dressed in a black pullover hoodie, black t-shirt, faded blue jean shorts, and beat-up black and white Cortez. You grab your bag, skateboard, and essentials before leaving your room. You make sure to lock your room up before heading downstairs. Thankfully, Rip was still in the bathroom so you didn’t have to see him in the kitchen. You brushed your teeth and washed your face in the kitchen sink. 

After you finished, you leave your house without a goodbye from your mother. As usual, you’re met with the sight of your two friends, Quinton and Devyn Hasland. 

“Sleeping Beauty has finally awoken from her slumber” Devyn joked in a broken English accent. 

A smile appeared on your face and you dap the brothers up. The three of you start your journey to school.

“You know Principal Adams is coming for you for missing like a whole week of school. He’s been hounding me and Q for the last week about your whereabouts” Devyn said.

“I don’t care. School is a fucking joke” You shrugged.

“School helps you get a job” Quinton commented.

“No, school helps you become a dumbass corporate zombie. It doesn’t teach you any life skills. Not how to do taxes. Not how to save money to get a house or car. Or basic life shit that you need to survive. How is a2 + b2 = c2 gonna help me in life? When am I gonna need to know that shit? Fuck school til the day I die” You smiled and stuck your middle finger up.

The three of you continue your journey to school. As you approach the school, you see a rail that you always practice on.

"Watch this" You smirked and throw your board down.

"Nice" The brothers compliment as you skate back towards them. You felt a pair of eyes on you so you turned around and they lock on to dark brown ones.

Vada Cavell.

You knew her from your Chemistry class with Mrs. Victor. The two of you never spoke but always catch each other staring. Quinton and Devyn follow your eyeline.

“Oh my god, I wish you would just let your balls drop and go talk to her. The longing gaze from across the room is so Twilight” Devyn groaned. 

You pull your eyes away from her, “You watched Twilight?”

“I only watched it with Jazmine” Devyn defended. 

“Lie. Mom and Pops caught you last week, without Jazmine, watching it in the basement. According to Mom, you look very engrossed in it” Quinton laughed. 

“There was nothing else on TV” Devyn sighed. 

You and Quinton let out a laugh as the three of you walk inside the school. The brothers make their way to their lockers while you head to breakfast. You were starving and didn’t realize it until you got inside the building. By the grace of God, you managed to get to the café before they closed. 

You grab your food and head to pay for it. But when you pulled your wallet out, you realized a $5 bill you had was missing. You sighed out in frustration.

“Fucking dickhead” You mumbled. You put the food back and turned around but you ran into someone. 

“Miss Vaughn, nice to know you’re alive and well. Follow me” Principal Adams demanded. 

You sigh and begin to follow the principal to his office. But another body runs into you. 

I can’t catch a break today. 

“Sorry,” A sweet voice apologized. You looked down and saw Vada. You open your mouth to respond but Adams interrupts you. 

“Ms. Cavell the bell is about to ring. Head to class now” Adams ordered. 

“Sir yes sir” Vada mocked and saluted him before turning on her heels, and walking to class. You chuckled lightly and continued following Adams. 

The two of you made it to his office which smelled like straight black coffee and boiled eggs. You already knew what the talk was going to be about so you just relaxed in the chair. 

“Jordan Vaughn…failing every single one of your classes and racking up a whopping 37 days absent. It’s not even spring break yet” Adams read from your file. 

You grab a red and black sharpie off his desk. 

“What is your goal Jordan? What is it that you wanna do with your life?” Adams asked. 

You continue to draw all over the underside of your board, not even paying attention to the man in front of you. 

Principal Adams sighed, “Miss Vaughn.”

At the call of your name, you look up at him, "Hm?”

“Listen I get it, school sucks and you don’t have a care in the world about your diploma. But you know who does... the world out there. Jobs won't even give you a second thought if you don't graduate. You need to start taking this seriously or you will be left behind while everyone around you is making it" Adams lectured.

"My goal is to become a pro skateboarder, last time I checked you don't need a diploma for it"' You shrugged.

"But you need money. You need money for the fees. You need money for sponsors. What if your board breaks? A diploma leads to jobs that lead to money which can help you become a pro skater.” Adams explained.

He had a point but you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of being right. Adams grabbed a pamphlet labeled, Summer School. 

“You complete this program for one month this summer, you’ll be graduating with your friends next year,” Adams said and slid it toward you. 

You reluctantly take it and leave the office before he could say another word. 

The hallways were now empty due to everyone being in class now. You walk to your locker and open it. You are stunned to see an apple juice, strawberry Pop Tart, and an orange inside. 

“What the fuck?” You questioned. You remembered putting this stuff back. You looked down the halls and saw you were alone. You shrugged and started chowing down on the food. After you finished you placed your board and the pamphlet inside. 

SMACK! 

You jumped at the noise beside you. It was then followed by laughter. 

“I hate the both of you” You mumbled, mouth full of food as you looked at Quinton and Devyn. “Aren’t you two supposed to be in class?”

“Yeah, but Q saw you with Principal Adams so he texted me to come and wait for you in the hall. Why are you inhaling your food in front of your locker?” Devyn questioned. 

“I was hungry. But I didn’t buy this though. It was in my locker when I opened it” You answered. 

“Oh, food from Mother Theresa. I need one of those. Tell her to bring me some Burger King” Devyn joked. You rolled your eyes at the boy. 

“Boys and Miss Vaughn, the three of you need to get to class before I-”

A loud bang is suddenly heard. Everything starts to go in slow motion for you as you see blood splatter against the school walls. Two more bangs are heard and a girl lets out a blood-curdling scream. 

More bangs are heard, now in rapid succession. You barely process the fact Devyn is now on the ground in a pool of his own blood. You look up to see a kid from one of your classes standing there emotionless with an automatic rifle pointed toward Quinton. 

“DEVYN!” You hear Quinton scream. It brought you back to reality as you looked down and saw Quinton holding his brother’s body getting blood on himself. 

“Quinton! We have to go! Come on Quinton!” You shout as you pull him away from Devyn’s lifeless body. You push him to run down the hall. Another gunshot rings through the hall and you feel a searing pain in your hip area. You push through the pain, you quickly open the door to the girl’s bathroom and push Quinton inside before locking the door behind you. The two of you cram into a stall out of breath. Sweat was dripping down your face and tears were falling freely down Quinton’s. 

Suddenly, the sound of metal hitting the floor made the both of you freeze. 

“Who’s in there?” Quinton questioned. 

No response. 

“We’re not the shooter. It’s Matt Corgan, we saw him” Quinton added. As your adrenaline begins to fade, the pain comes back in full force. 

More rapid gunfire outside the door makes everyone clench in fear. 

“Do you know where he is now?” A fragile voice asked. You can hear another girl’s quiet cries in the stall next to you. But you were too focused on the pain. 

“I don’t know. I don’t know, my brother” Quinton cried. Tears start to gather in your eyes from the pain and the current predicament. 

“Come, come under” The girl ushered. You let Quinton crawl under first. You bend down to follow but a torturous pain shoots through your body.

“Ahh” You cried out. You lift up your hoodie and shirt to see a gaping wound pouring out blood. 

“Jordan? What happened, you okay?” Quinton questioned. 

You start to feel lightheaded and the world starts to spin and before you know it, you fall onto the tile floor with a loud thud. Quinton quickly unlocks the stall door to see you trying to keep your eyes open. 

“No, no, no, no Jordan” Quinton cried and bent down to the floor. He lifted your tops and saw the wound. 

“Shit, help me please” Quinton called out to the two girls. His voice was quiet enough for only the people in the bathroom to hear. He puts pressure on your wound which makes you groan and squirm. The two girls exit the stall but retreat when they see you on the ground. 

“Please help me,” Quinton sobbed. The blonde-haired girl runs and grabs as many paper towels as she could. She hands some to Quinton and they put pressure on your wound to stop the bleeding. 

“Hang on, Jordan” Quinton cried. 

Meanwhile, your eyes start to flutter close but a warm soft hand brings you back. 

“Hey, you have to keep your eyes open. Don’t close them. Don’t close your eyes” Vada’s voice echoes throughout your head. 

Her eyes were bloodshot red and puffy with more tears falling freely down her face. She squeezes your hand tight to keep you from closing your eyes. The sound of police sirens and heavy footsteps can be heard. 

“Oh thank God,” Quinton said. 

You tried your hardest to keep your eyes open but they were getting extremely difficult. They were getting heavier and heavier until your eyes closed and your hand went limp in Vada’s.

[microposting]

I've awoken taped to your desk as you poke experimentally at my tiny frame with a q-tip. As you outline my legs and drag your implement up my inner thigh my struggles turn involuntarily to shivers, sending your thoughts rushing away from scientific curiosity and straight into your pants. At first, when your face draws away I let out a sigh of relief. But it doesn't last long before I realize you're not going anywhere and your fun is only just beginning. The sound of your zipper rumbles in my chest and my breath catches as your enormous cock looms over me, eclipsing everything until it dawns on me that it's not just all I can see- it's about to be all I'll ever see again. A gleaming droplet of pre slowly forms on the tip and I brace for impact. What's your next move?

uhhh yum okay

pushing my dick down against your little body and stroking myself off on top of you, feeling how hard it is for you to move at all against just the meager bonds of the tape let alone the weight of my cock. shoving my tip against your face and watching you twist away from it, but there's no hope, it dribbles against your face and when you sputter it gets inside your mouth

i beat off against you until you're too exhausted and then cum straight onto you. while you struggle to breathe i peel the tape off the table, easily collecting you up. i roughly wipe your dry with a paper towel and shove you down my pants for later.

[genevawrenn]

If the World Wants You Gone, We Will Fight the World

✨q!Philza & Chayanne & Tallulah ✨4.5k W.C. ✨q!Philza-centric ✨QSMP ✨Demons by Imagine Dragons

Philza would go to any absolute lengths to protect the ones he claimed as his own. These two hatchlings with red wings were now that and more, he wanted to spend everyday he had in this world treasuring them for the gifts they are. Learning so much about the world after viewing it through a child’s eyes, even this old bird could still learn new tricks caring for these youth.

Watching the two small dragonborn descend back into their bunker to prepare for the day, Phil only hoped it was enough.

Picking back up his new scythe, his hands find familiar holds on the carved handle as he takes a few practice swings. It had been a very long time since the Angel of Death held a weapon such as this, the past few worlds only allowing him a sword or bow and arrow.

Flaring his crow-black wings wide, chest hurting as his sky eyes catch the shorn secondary and primary feathers, he allows the moniker to possess him once more. Taking a deep breath as he closes his eyes, seeing battlefields soaked in blood by his hand, he opens them once more to look over this world he woke up in mere months ago.

The Angel of Death has claimed a new target, the biggest threat to himself and his children’s well beings. Someone he now had a personal vendetta with after losing one of two precious chances Tallulah’s life had to it, remembering her far too small body laying in the sand by a shore lapping ocean water. Blood soaking through the butter-yellow sweater she wore, eerily similar to her father on a server he left years ago.

His knuckles turned white as he considered all the code monster had done to him and his nest. Pulling out the axe he made specifically to cleave that bastard in half, he finally feels prepared for wherever he could track the monster down too. Narrowing his eyes as he stares at the horizon, he folds his wings back in close after stretching them once more, a few loose feathers fluttering to his feet. Emerald earring glanced off his neck, reminding him that ruthlessness in defence of the meek was always the way.

The Angel of Death had awoken once more, and the only price he allowed for his rest was the demise of the binary creature that had harmed those dear to him.

[strawbubbysugar]

Questions about So(u)l's worldbuilding:

Can a soulmate connection be broken or changed?

If your soulmate passes unexpectedly what happens with the string?

If one soulmate is mute what will the other person's arm say is the first thing to be said?

If your soulmate changes as a person - like is radicalized into q for an extreme example - would the soul string still exist if the other person is very much not involved in rightwing conspiracy theories? Is it the soulmate's job to de-radicalize their person?

Can someone who is polyamorous have multiple soulmates? If one of their soulmates isn't poly and dislikes having to share is that something that could ruin a soulmate connection?

How much of the soulmate stuff is fate/destiny and how much is chance?

How frequently do people never have soulmates?

Specifically about Matt and the DJ - does that mean Matt never had anything tying him to a soulmate so it just appeared out of nowhere?

Yes, but only in extreme circumstances It passes with them Not everybody gets the same signs, the universe would most likely just skip that one for them The string would become frayed in that situation. It can be mended, but it can also be broken The universe isnt cruel enough to give you a soulmate that wouldnt be perfect for you. If you're poly, your soulmate will be as well, or it will be something they dont mind. If they do mind, its a matter of communicating with them openly and honestly Fate is prewritten, but never set in stone about 0.1% of the population do not find their soulmates. It is theorized amongst scholars that the reason for this is that by chance, the situation resulting in their soulmates existence has been altered. For example, if the daycare attendant was never shocked by the generator, the y/ngineer would never have had a soulmate. Matt had a soul string tying him to his wife, and the new one for DJ appeared on a different finger when the DJ was awoken. Usually strings dont appear the instant you're fully developed mentally, they appear when you're ready to meet them.

[starlightshadowsworld]

Atsushi after everything with the Guild ends, waiting for the shoe to drop.

After all the bounty on the tiger was why anyone wanted him in the first place. And even that was fake in the end.

Yokohama almost got incinerated because of him. The Agency and the Port Mafia, almost destroyed because of him.

He hurt Naomi, he hurt Haruno. Sure he was mind controlled but Atsushi still did it.

If Dazai hadn't showed up....

Atsushi hadn't lied when he said he didn't deserve to go on. It wasn't self pity, it was a fact.

The Headmaster always said Atsushi bought nothing but misfortune onto others. And Atsushi hates to agree with him, but he wasn't wrong.

It's not like they needed him, Dazai had it covered as had Akutugawa.

The fight against Fitzgerald only proved that Akutugawa far outclassed out him. How could he look at Atsushi and see an equal?

Not that it mattered, Akutagawa hated him. He only came because Dazai told him too. Probably because he knew Atsushi would have failed.

He helped Kyouka sure but she saved herself. As had Lucy, who he had left behind to save the city.

Together they were free to live their lives in the light. Surrounded by love and kindness that they both deserved.

Atsushi doesn't envy them, because he doesn't deserve to be loved. He doesn't deserve to cry or complain.

Someone abandoned by their parents, by the world doesn't have the right to complain.

People like Atsushi don't deserve to be held and cared for. They deserve to be destroyed before they destroy any one else.

Locked in a cage where he couldn't harm anyone. Atsushi hated his cage but it was where he belonged.

The light had made him spoilt, had almost tricked him into thinking he was human.

It almost made him laugh.

Had the Headmaster been there when Q had him controlled, he wouldn't have stopped at one little slap.

Atsushi would have awoken days later, blood in his mouth as he was chained go the wall. Knowing exactly what his place in the world is.

Even his own ability hated him. Maybe healing him was itself her own sick joke.

Maybe the Agency kept him around so he wouldn't hurt anyone else... But that wasn't their job.

There were were several prisons in the area that would happily take him off their hands.

Atsushi knew he could just ask but decided against it. The Agency were kind, they would tell him any pretty lie to make him feel better.

Instead Atsushi decided he'd just turn himself in.

Once his paperwork once his paperwork was done, of course. The last thing he was gonna do was make Kunikida pick up on his slack.

... Why was he afraid?...

It's what he deserved.

Someone cleared their throat and Atsushi became suddenly aware all eyes were on him.

"Are you alright, Atsushi?" Asked Kunikida, looking at Atsushi's trembling hands.

Atsushi gave him a sheepish smile, mumbled something about being tired. He hid his hands under the table and let the meeting resume.

He wouldn't hold them back, not anymore.

[doodle-pops]

You Never Know Until You Try

Egalmoth x reader

Request: Hiii! Thank you for all you do! You’re doing an amazing work! I only have one concern… There isn’t a lot of Egalmoth, is there? Would you consider writing him confessing his love - if you have time and energy? 🙆🏼‍♀️🌼 - anon

A/N: Thank you for this request anon. Since you did not inform me of whether you wanted this confession all fluff, I was in an angsty mood (terrible, ik), and had preplanned a more heartbreaking confession because I'm evil. But, I changed it and decided to be nice while keeping the angst I was drowning in. I also gave him a Quenya name because I needed to use a nickname and using shortened versions of Egalmoth wasn't cutting it.

Warnings: Gondolin already fell, silent confession, beliefs of one-sided love, crying, mentions of deceased characters, a bit of angst with comfort, small fluff scene, hurt/comfort (?)

Word: 2.2k

Synopsis: Words and the truth were never hard things for Egalmoth, but when years rolled by and uncertainty developed, it was time to say his untold truth.

Note: Egalmoth — [S. sharp uprising flower (helmet plume)], Aicambalotsë — [Q. sharp uprising flower (maica – sharp, piercing + ambalotsë – uprising flower (helmet plume)].

Awoken from a mysterious dream, Egalmoth sat hunched on the opposite end of the bed gauging the raindrops that collided with the roof before torrential rainfall can crashing down on the earth. The sweet earthen scent of the rich soil and flowers waffled through his nose as the mighty wind howled throughout the late evening into the night. At first, the wind howled, then it screamed before composing itself and became a sharp whistle that played musical flute with the miniature holes in the cabin. If Gondolin was still standing, conditions such as the one he currently considered his chambers would never be dilapidated. The finest marble and granite along with jewels of great radiance would adorn every inch of his estate.

The walls would be opalescence, even the arches and fountains he would ask his good friend Ecthelion to design for him. The accomplished crafting of his dear friend Rog and Lomion would fashion the most magnificent gems for him to decorate his house in, and yet still, even when he had all those things, he was empty. He had nothing but the reminder of his House that survived the fall, his dear friend Lord Galdor, Lord Tuor, the princess and her son. Having half the citizens surviving was a relief, but what was survival if he had lost many of those who meant the most to him. Someone would tell him to stop sulking and be grateful that he was alive, that you were alive.

You.

The first person he rushed to save in the fall before anyone else, and the last person he had the guts to profess his love for. Would you accept his confession and love given the state his house was in now? Living in a refugee camp, there were no riches that anyone could have. Everything went into food and shelter. Surely you want someone who could provide resourceful materials for you and not bare scrap?

He turned to his right and watched as you rolled over on your left side and dragged the blanket over your head to block out the whistling wind. The smile that stretched on his face was far from contentment, but relief that you were alive and here with him. Somehow, you had managed to stay at his side after the fall, sticking around and assisting him with pulling his house and people together.

Long nights were spent sitting beside the fireplace reminiscing on old memories of your time in Gondolin, while others were simply silent. Just basking in each other’s presence and being glad you were alive. To this day, he still hadn’t expressed the unconditional love that was buried hundreds of feet deep within his heart.

Staring at your back with a longing expression on his face, he sulked and frowned. His body slouched as his right leg was folded on the bed while the other hung. Peeking over your shoulders to ensure that you were asleep, he gulped before processing his thoughts and speaking with himself.

“You know, I wish I had the guts to tell you I loved you during our happy days. I still do, but… When you were filled with mirth and light in your eyes,” he sniffled as he felt the first teardrop rolling down his cheek. Breathing deeply and halting his speech, he reached up to wipe his eyes, but the action was a catalyst for a chain reaction that prompted more tears to burst forth from his eyes. They flowed easily down his face, staining his skin with guilt, sorrow and regret.

Casting his head to look at the window and stare into the abyss through the sheer curtain, he sniffled and wiped at his eyes aggressively, wanting to remove his agony. No matter how much he rubbed his eyes, a torrential flow poured until he cried out in frustration and heaved in defeat. Looking down at his shaky hands throw the blurred eyes, he could see how much his hands had changed from then to now. These weren’t hands he could touch and love you with, these were hands that required hiding from the world. Egalmoth felt foolish opening up his heart when you weren’t conscious of his eternal love.

The love that would move mountains or split the ocean or make him sprout wings and soar above the clouds. He would give his life to save you in a heartbeat, heck, he’d give you his heart if it was the key to saving your life. He understood you loved him as a friend, but you had never given him the alert of loving him more. There were always talks of Lord Glorfindel or Lord Duilin, but never him on a pedestal the way you did for others. Perhaps it was best to let his heart flow with strings of fate and dance to the tune his fёa guided him to perform.

Exhaling, he turned once more to you and spoke again, “I still remember the first time I saw you. You were walking through the city giving out flower crowns to the citizens for Lost-na-Lothion and I had boldly requested one from you. You ignored the fact that I was a great Lord and denied me. Ay, I had never fallen for someone as daring as you. You were what I needed, a breath of fresh air in my boring life. You came in and knocked me off my high horse and turned my entire life around... I had never loved someone as much as I loved you.”

He paused to check on you and saw that you were still asleep, this time with your mouth slightly half opened and soft snores slipping out. You were never a heavy snorer, but when you decided to snore, it scared Egalmoth more than anything. He assumed you were suffocating in your sleep.

“Ah, you’re snoring in my head when I’m confessing my love to you. Tsk, terrible manners Y/N,” he mocked and shook his head. He was pleased when no teardrop splashed on his skin as he did so; the torrential waterworks had ceased.

“I always wondered if I was your first choice when it came to loving anyone? Most of the time, people rushed to Lord Glorfindel or Lord Ecthelion, the more handsome Lords. Even Lord Galdor and Penlod had their turn with people flocking to them,” he depressingly snickered, “had I ever been a choice for you at all? I know you stick…stick…around, but does it mean you love me more than friendship?”

Biting down on his bottom lip as it quivered, he could prevent the fresh flow of tears from cascading down his cheeks. He did nothing to cease its movement as it travelled over every hill and dip and ran off the edges to soil his nightwear. Sniffles soon transformed into muffled sobs, anything to swallow his anguish of a possible broken heart. He needed to get it off his chest otherwise he would combust, but when forces of greater evil barricaded his voice and pinned him under piles of rubble, how could he call out to capture your attention one last time.

“Please…I’m sorry. I’m s-…sorry that I couldn’t be g-good enough to catch your eye and m-…make you happy. Had you ever a moment in your heart where you felt s-something for m-me?” He forcibly smiled through his tears, still time looking at his folded leg. His left hand was muffling his sobs and words while the right picked and tugged the fabric of his trousers. Egalmoth was trembling from the hurricane of emotions, turbulently swirling and causing destruction and anguish in his heart the more and more he came out with his words.

Weren’t confessions customarily sweet and merry? There was sunshine and warm blue skies as far as the eyes can eyes and rainbows ahead. A field of daffodils or perhaps sunflowers and tulips as the declaration of love rang bells in the background. Where was all this and how was his heart and whistling choruses of everlasting love?

“You were always my first love Ambalotsё.”

The sound of the sheets crumpling nearby and the bed vibrating as your body turned to face him resounded. Stilling and growing soundless, a dreadful look was thrown at you before mouthless stammering followed. You didn’t move from your spot, not having the energy to haul yourself into a sitting position, so you opted to lie with the blankets over you and cast him a welcoming smile to calm his storm. You could see his sea–green eyes swirling an array of colours and switching from light tones to dark hues as confusion continued to take him.

“I wasn’t asleep if that’s what you were thinking. I heard your entire soliloquy; I didn’t know you were so poetic Lotsё,” you breathed. Sleep was still troubling your mind, but you were willing to push back the heavy curtains and care for your weeping flower.

His heart trembled and clenched at his shorted name. It was always perfect falling from your lips. Calling him your flower.

He breathed, then darted his eyes to the left and then back at you then to your pillow. He breathed again. All his words were lost, and no comprehension or coherency was left behind to work with. The most he could do was squeeze out a curt question. “Why?”

Your eyes narrowed and your head cocked. Why didn’t I interrupt him, or why did I not say anything from the start? Opening your mouth to respond, the drizzling rain presented itself in the most inopportune of time to burst forth its bellies with thunderous blasts of rain. For a moment, you assumed the roofs would give away from all the groaning and singing it was performing under the weight of water. It made you growl and roll your eyes at the insolent attempt of averting your earnest response.

Forcing your body into an upright position, the blanket felt at your waist and Egalmoth could see the little scars that rested on your shoulders and arms, mostly from the fall. He quickly averted his eyes from your sleepy face and watched as your lips parted to flow the words he longed to hear.

“I have always loved you, just as you have always loved me. I didn’t think at the time, due to our closeness, a formal declaration was needed; we were pretty much attached to each other at the hip. There was never any need for me to look elsewhere since I had found you,” you paused to reach forward and hold his right hand in yours, “I wasn’t aware of the looming uncertainty in your heart since I was hoping you would make the first move, but you didn’t, Lotsё.”

“But what about when you would speak of Lord Duilin or Glorfindel. Did you not find interest in them?”

Shaking your head and denying his assumption, you clarified. “I used to mock their weird attempts at swooning people. Pointing out their best traits they could use and how foolish they were to not,” you chuckled while recalling the memory.

Trailing his eyes to your hand holding his, he whispered too soft for a mortal ear to account for, but loud enough for you, “So…we were simply two lovers foolishly waiting on the other? Had I not been uncertain about your eyes on me…”

“Had I not been so foolishly blind by your desire for reassurance, yes, things could have been.” Holding his hand, you rubbed your thumb against his skin in circles before leaning down to kiss the back of his wrist. You heard the intake of breath and grinned against his skin before planting another. As you straightened up, you dragged his hand across the bed and tugged his body along to climb under the warmth of the comforter and fill the void beside you.

Settling beside you, his body was pressed against yours, head on your chest and arms were thrown around your waist. He clung to you like a child in need of a bedtime story to sedate his nightmares. But even Egalmoth felt like all this was too good to be true and he would awake from the best dream Irmo had been kind to deliver. “Was I truly your first choice?” he meekly asked.

“You are my first, last and only choice—have been and will always be Lotsё. I could never pick another,” you cooed while cradling his head and stroking his silvery tresses. His body visibly sagged and snuggled into you the more your nails scraped across his scalp.

“I was such a fool for waiting this long to reveal my heart to you.”

“Consider us both fools,” you laughed, “can you imagine the other Lords shaking their heads. They’re probably swearing at us.”

Groaning at the thought of one of his friends being disappointed at his hesitation, he buried his head deeper into your chest. “Lord Penlod is most definitely hurling a stack of papers and an ink bottle at me right now. I can feel the side of my head aching.”

Breaking into a steady laughter, it was the most laughing you had done in a long while. Both your days were always filled with attending to the citizens as best as you could. You considered this moment to be a break from reality and a dip into paradise. Crips waters and breeze—almost tasting it on your tongue—blue skies with small puffs of clouds and in the distance, you can hear the thunderous pounding of water and sight a familiar satisfied silver hair male.

“I accept your love Aicambalotsë.”

Masterlist

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[cricketcampbell]

eavesdrop + chauncey paddington montgomery campbell iii!

"You need to come get your son."

(An unusual greeting for a 1 AM FaceTime call, mostly because Cricket and Mack didn't share any actual children together, unless you counted their joint custody over Aiden.)

"What do you mean, who? Your son, Mack."

The camera flipped from the extreme close up on Cricket's face to her view from the safety of her bedroom doorway. It looked about the same as it always did, some varying degree of mess, but with all the lights turned on despite the time of night and her bed hastily unmade from when she'd clearly just thrown herself from it moments before.

She doesn't dare inch closer inside the room, instead making sure that the small brown bear holding a heart perched on the fluffy pink chair at her vanity is in clear line of sight of her camera.

"Stop laughing! I'm like being so fucking serious right now. I swear Chauncey moved."

Chauncey Paddington Montgomery Campbell III (despite only being the first of his name as far as they knew) was a Valentine's Day present from their first and only year of dating, and who unfortunately just happened to share a first name with the murderous imaginary friend from the movie she and Lori had watched just a few hours before.

"Stop, you're so not funny. I already made sure that Sola could see him too." hey quick q can u see the bear in my chair rn? an equally confusing text to have received at 1 AM, she's sure, and yet probably still not their weirdest. "But I'm not even kidding, Mack. He moved! Do you think he's pissed that he's our son but was also, like, our criminally underpaid butler? Like isn't that so kinda fucked up when you think about it?"

And now she was going to get dragged into the Never Ever or murdered in her sleep over it while Mack, who was equally if not more so to blame, got off scot-free.

Fathers.

"Please come get him. Like I seriously don't think I can sleep--" From the corner of her eye, Cricket catches sudden movement from inside the room, and any attempt to remain mindful of her sleeping roommates is rendered useless with her shriek as she darts out of the doorway and further into the hall. "Oh my God, see? Did you see? He--"

Was actually only Caesar. The cat pauses in her doorway completely unbothered, head tilted curiously up at Cricket and her theatrics, unimpressed.

"Stop laughing. That wasn't even funny, Mack! I literally thought I was about to die!" And she still might, though whether that was at the hands of Chauncey or her abruptly awoken roommates remained to be seen. "Just come down here, please. But, like...still stay on the phone with me until you're at the door, obviously."

She wasn't taking any chances.

@mackmontgomery

send me “eavesdrop” and my muse will describe your muse like they’re talking to a third party.

[dh-dd-hivemind]

Illicit Affairs

So, we have a little fic that we cooked up, while resting our wrist mid-drawing. Our drawing projects are still on the way, please be patient with us! Q~Q We really are just disabled and had a lot of unexpected things going on this year. And this month is especially hard for us for personal reasons.

This fic takes place in the Defining Happiness universe, and focuses on Prophecy. Prophecy is MK (Monster Kid) and Delvie's mother, and her husband Josiah is Alphys's brother.

The lyrics used are from Illicit Affair by Taylor Swift.

Athena, Mary, and Oliver are owned by our best friend, @starfact0ry.

(Warning: Heavily implied SA, self-blame, unintentional self-harm, suicidal idealization, stockholm syndrome. This fic is depressing.)

This takes place around a year after Frisk freed the underground.

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Make sure nobody sees you leave… 

…

Hands.

Hands were all over her body. Hand gripped her head crests, forcing her head up high, giving her a piercing headache and neck cramp. Hands were on her neck, in a tight grip, leaving her breathless and her mouth agape, in desperation for air. Hands were on her stomach, her chest, her shoulders, her arms, her tail. Hands were on her legs. Hands were between her thighs. 

Pinching. Slapping. Rubbing. Biting. It never ended. It never fucking ended.

…

Hood over your head, keep your eyes down… 

…

Metaphorically, at least. Of course it would end. It would end, and she would go home, hood pulled tightly over her face. Resembling how she’d seen her Nona dress so many times growing up. Always hiding zer face, zer identity. Shrouding zemself in mystery to all who did not know who laid behind zer cloak.

If only she could be a mystery. If only the world didn’t know her. If only she didn’t have to go home and smile at her friends, her parents, her in-laws, her husband, her children, as if nothing ever happened. If only she could run away. Could run away and pretend she never existed, without feeling the crippling guilt of leaving behind the people who needed her.

If only she didn’t have to grit her teeth and bear the torture that happened every other day. If only she could gather the bravery to listen to her thoughts, which screamed “Tell him. Tell them. Tell someone. Do something.”

If only she weren’t such a coward.

…

Tell your friends you're out for a run…you'll be flushed when you return.

…

When she arrived home, she was immediately greeted by her friends. Athena - a bright-eyed, giant, loud-mouthed, muscular tiger monster. Mary - a meeker, gentler, soft-spoken sheep monster. They’d agreed to babysit MK and Delvie whilst she was “at the gym.”

Athena pulled her into a tight hug - a suffocating one - and she had to pretend like it wasn’t agonizing. Had to pretend like her body wasn’t pierced with claws and teeth for hours. There was only so much green magic could do for her - the pain still lingered, even if the wounds were closed, and the dust had been washed away.

On any other day, she would enjoy the tightness of the squeeze. But not today.

Next thing she knew, she was being dragged to the couch. The kids wanted to show her the puppet show they’d been practicing with Auntie Athena and Auntie Mary.

She held the hands of her friends and watched her children. She smiled. She allowed herself to get lost in the domestics. To pretend that she was ordinary.

Just ordinary.

The rest of the evening was spent playing into that fantasy. A happy friend. A happy mother. A happy wife. A happy life.

…

Take the road less traveled by…tell yourself you could always stop.

…

It was 1:00 AM when she was awoken by the usual ringing into her earphone. The ringtone she’d chosen for one specific person - the only person in the world who she would let awake her without it being an emergency.

The only person in the world she managed to equally love and despise.

She slipped out of Josiah's arms. It was perfect luck that he was such a heavy sleeper; otherwise he would be asking her what she was doing every few nights. Or worse, would awaken to her shouts and gasps, her scrambling and thrashing, as nightmares overtook her. She was glad to not be a burden for him.

She slipped into the bathroom as she pressed the button to answer the phone. A husky, growling whisper emerged from the other side. She hoped that tonight would be one where she gets to stay inside. Photographs, a video call, something simple. Something that didn’t put her aching body under more strain.

But her partner in crime whispered a location, and she held in a sigh of exhaustion. She refused to outwardly express how drained she was. She refused to be weak.

She told the voice to give her thirty minutes and spent half of that time crying in the bathroom. Telling herself that it was her own fault. That she could stop this if she just tried. That she deserved this. That she’s a horrid excuse of a wife and mother for allowing this to continue. That she can just tell someone, and it will all end.

The more she blamed herself, the more she started to believe it.

…

What started in beautiful rooms…ends with meetings in parking lots. And that's the thing about illicit affairs, and clandestine meetings, and longing stares; it's born from just one single glance, but it dies, and it dies, and it dies…a million little times.

…

It wasn’t long before she arrived at the parking lot of some abandoned, run-down building. And her partner in crime did the worst imaginable thing - she extended a hand, music playing from the open window of her car, and asked to dance.

Prophecy just wanted this to be a quick in-and-out. For it to be cold, emotionless, aggressive. She always hated it when it went this way instead. When it almost felt heartfelt. Almost felt loving. Almost felt kind.

She took her hand, pressed her cheek into her chest, and the two swayed together. Atop the concrete, below the beautiful starlit sky. 

One could mistake them for a couple, if they didn’t know better. And once upon a time, that would be correct. Once upon a time, she’d pictured the two of them walking down the aisle together.

Once upon a time, before a husband and children, Prophecy had met with her on real dance floors every week. Met with her in restaurants and gardens. Spoken of what life on the surface together would be like.

How did things turn out this way?

How could a highschool sweetheart turn into the person haunting her nightmares? 

How could a highschool sweetheart be someone that could truly destroy everything left in her life, with the snap of a finger, if she so much as blinked the wrong way?

“We used to be friends.”

The thought echoed in her head every day. 

“You are a traitor.”

Yet, on nights like this, she couldn’t help but enjoy the tender moments. Couldn’t help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, this could be salvaged.

And as their dance ended, and they made their way into the car together, getting lost in passion, she wondered if moments like this could really be considered the same as the violent events that conspired less than 24 hours earlier. 

…

Leave the perfume on the shelf that you picked out just for him, so you leave no trace behind, like you don't even exist…

Take the words for what they are…a dwindling, mercurial high. A drug that only worked the first few hundred times…

…

She got home around 4:30 AM, and immediately jumped into the shower. Despite being left with no wounds this time, she still felt so dirty. Still scrubbed herself with a rag until her skin dusted. 

By the time the shower was complete, she needed to take a healing pill to repair her self-inflicted wounds. She grabbed her perfume from the shelf of the bathroom and sprayed it all over herself. She was always paranoid that Josiah would smell her. No matter how hard she cleaned herself, that anxiety wracked her mind.

She was sure that he wouldn’t understand. He would take it as betrayal, as an affair.

Her face flushed as she remembered the tender touches from earlier.

Maybe it is an affair. 

Maybe it is her fault. Her choice. 

Maybe she doesn’t deserve the safety of Josiah's arms.

Maybe she should come clean, and allow him to take MK and Delvie. Allow him to leave her behind. Allow him to tell her family and friends how scummie she is. How she spent her entire 11 years of marriage hooking up with a highschool ex. How she gave up on trying to decline years ago, lost her will to, and was a complacent part of the problem. Maybe she would finally be alone, with nothing more than her to run to, and she’d spend the rest of her life withering away under her thumb. Or she’d finally go through with all those thoughts in her head, the ones telling her to summon her soul, find the nearest knife, and-

She was startled by a text on her phone.

“You were stunning tonight. I love you.”

Her soul pounded mercilessly in her chest. Her eyes flooded with tears. Her shaking claws began typing a response, but stopped.

How could she do this? How could she say things like this to her? How could she make her soul race with terror, infatuation, arousal, and flattery? How could she give her stomach butterflies and make it twist with nausea at the same time?

It wasn’t fair.

Nothing was fucking fair.

She melted to the bathroom ground, breathing rapidly, until it turned into a full blown panic attack. She let out all of her ugly sobs - snot, drool, tears, snorts, whimpers - and hoped, with all of her soul, that her children or husband wouldn’t awaken anytime soon.

Yet, at the same time, she hoped that somebody would.

That somebody would hold her.

But nobody came.

…

And that's the thing about illicit affairs and clandestine meetings and stolen stares, they show their truth one single time - but they lie, and they lie, and they lie…a million little times. 

…

She met up with another friend - Oliver, a blonde, freckled human-appearing hybrid, with bright golden eyes and the kindest of smiles - later that day, for a tea party, in the afternoon. She was exhausted, due to hardly getting any sleep the night before, but didn’t want to cancel. She loved spending time with him, and her kids were always delighted to spend time with their honorary uncle.

They made casual conversation, holding hands on the table. Talked about his new partner, Daris, and how things were going. He was so young, compared to her. So fresh into his life, inexperienced in the realm of partnerships. 

She envied him. Envied that his first ever partner wasn’t the kind to betray him. Envied that they had the strength to set clear, healthy boundaries with each other. 

She didn’t get so fortunate with her first partner.

She hadn’t even realized she was in tears until his body was leaning across the table, caressing her cheek, wiping the tears away. Her children were staring up at her with their big, innocent eyes, asking their mama what was wrong.

She wanted to collapse into their embraces and beg for them to forgive her for being such a weak mother and friend.

Instead, she forced a smile, and told him that she was just feeling nostalgic about her first partnership.

It was close enough to the truth to seem convincing. Convincing enough for them to ask her for the details. Details that she hesitantly began sharing. And once she started talking, she couldn’t stop. She didn’t share her name, her species, her age. Dodged any identifying details.

She also left out all of the bad parts. Only relived the good. It almost made her feel as though the bad parts didn’t exist.

Almost.

After a good two hours of telling stories, the doorbell rang, and she answered it.

It was a face she never thought she’d see at her doorstep. A person who’d never had the audacity to step foot on her property, not since their teenage days. A person who’d sworn to stay away.

Her muscles, her soul - it twisted within her, and her blood ran cold. It felt like everything in her body had turned to stone. Or to snow. As if she were an ice sculpture.

“Hey, baby.” Her sultry voice whispered. “Do you have a minute?”

…

And you wanna scream “Don't call me ‘kid!’ Don't call me ‘baby!’ Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me! You showed me colors you know I can't see with anyone else!”

“Don't call me ‘kid!’ Don't call me ‘baby!’ Look at this idiotic fool that you made me! You taught me a secret language I can't speak with anyone else!”

…

She slammed the door shut, and slid to the floor. She couldn’t think. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t even breathe. She was hyperventilating.

Her children, her friend, they rushed over. They attempted to get answers out of her, placing their hands or tails on her in an attempt at comfort, but she shook them off, unable to handle the sensation of being touched. They were speaking to her, but their voices were incoherent through the ringing sound in her head. The only voice, the only coherent sound, was hers. Calling in a sing-song tone through the door.

“Kiddo~...Open the door~”

No. No. No.

“C’mon, baby, you don’t gotta be shy~...just open the door, let me in~...”

No. No. No.

“You wanted me to come here, didn’t you?~ Wanted to tell me you loved me in person?~ There’s no other reason for you to have left my text on read, right?”

No. No. No.

She began pounding on the door, voice losing that sing-song note, and instead being filled with a growl.

“Open the fucking door, kiddo!”

NO. NO. NO.

“BABY, OPEN THE GODDAMN DOOR! YOU DON’T WANT ME TO TRY YOUR DAUGHTER NEXT, DO YOU!? THEN OPEN THE FUCKING-”

“LEAVE ME AND MY CHILDREN ALONE!”

She screamed as she jolted awake. Screamed as she knocked over the mostly-empty teacups all over the table, and the remaining sandwiches to the floor. Screamed as she fell off of her chair, and scrambled backwards.

Oliver, MK, Delvie - they stared at her in horror, confusion, fear.

She took a moment to realize where she was, what had happened.

A dream. It was a dream.

She’d been so sleep deprived that she’d fallen asleep while talking about her highschool experiences.

They tried to approach her. But she didn’t give them a chance. She shot onto her feet, stumbling to grab her phone, and ran out the door, sobbing a meek apology as she slammed it behind her.

One thing about her dream was correct. She had forgotten to respond to the message. And there would be consequences for that. Consequences that she had to deal with herself. Consequences that she would keep as far away from her friends and family as possible. 

Oliver attempted to call, but she declined the call. She would have to think of something to say to him and her kids later. 

She dialed her number as she ran down the street, and told her she was heading to her house. She only had one response, before hanging up on her.

“You better hurry, kiddo…you know I don’t like to be ignored. And we have an agreement.”

A sharp pain ran through her soul, as she thought about how terrified her children must have been. How concerned her friends, parents, husband, and in-laws would be, when Oliver inevitably reached out to them. 

She turned her phone off, so that nobody else could call her. Just for a few hours.

She’d do almost anything for her satisfaction. Even be a horrible mother, wife, friend, daughter, sister. 

Anything to keep them out of her claws.

Anything.

…

“And you know damn well, for you, I would ruin myself…a million little times.”

[thefirstknife]

Hello again! Q for this next season: is the 15th wish a thing *in the story*? It's a fun fan theory, but I never get the impression that it was a thing that means anything to characters in the story. It was just a bug with triumphs that later got patched. Did I miss somewhere that Mara or others in the story acknowledged that there were 14 or 15 wishes or a "last wish"? Thanks!

I'm actually not sure, that's a good question. A "last wish" is mentioned, obviously through the raid. The post-raid dialogue that happened when Last Wish was first cleared mentioned it:

I should have known that Riven would grant one last wish… one last curse. Now, the Dreaming City has been Taken.

This is referring to the cursing of the Dreaming City, aka the "last wish" that Riven enacted when we killed her. Riven mentions it as well as we kill her. But there's no mention of a specific number that I can remember or find.

We also know that there were many more wishes being granted by Riven during her lifetime with the Awoken. The Wall of Wishes is not really limited to only 15 and many other combinations existed, like for example the one Mara used to summon Shaxx.

So I don't think that the specific number of 15 is something that exists in the story itself, and it's more of a thing for gameplay purposes. But a "missing" last wish is clearly meant to be canon, given that Eris said that in the cutscene at the end of the season.

[coolcattime]

Mianite fans...

Your Turn to Die: A Death Game by Majority. A Mianite AU.

After walking home alongside his friend Jordan, Tom finds his home a mess, but is quickly knocked unconscious before he can proceed what's going on.

He wakes up, unsure as to exactly what happened, strapped to a bed with Jordan next to him in the same situation. Neither has any idea of what might be going on, until Jordan's phone starts rings and a message for the two of them plays. The beds they're strapped to are death traps, rigged to crush them if they don't escape in five minutes. And there's only one key to escape with.

After being entrusted with the single key, Jordan manages to escape and, thankfully, also figure out the puzzle to also get Tom off his bed with just the one key.

However before they can relax, it's quickly made clear that the danger isn't over as they quickly find themselves knocked out and awoken again in a large hall with nine other people, all wearing odd collars. It becomes clear the group have been brought together to play a game where they'll be picking who lives and who dies.

I've assigned everyone to characters in the game, but none of them line up exactly. Some of the storylines from characters are being transfer, but not all of them.

Tom Syndicate (Sara Chidouin)

The protagonist of the story. A college student he was kidnapped alongside his best friend (and they're definitely just best friends) Jordan. While both Jordan and he initially assume they were kidnapped by Tom's stalker, who they had spotted and run away from before arriving at Tom's home, the presence of so many other people and the clear amount of set up make them question that conclusion, even if he gets the creeping suspicious his stalker in this situation alongside him.

He finds himself increasing trying to keep the group's hopes up and to help complete the deadly games and puzzles. He appears to have a good amount of the group's trust too, as he's trusted to be the shooter in a version of Russian Roulette. However, when things go from bad to worse after an apparent practice vote turns deadly, he finds a card that labels him as Keymaster and soon the trust the group has in will be live or death for everyone.

Jordan Sparklez (Joe Tazuna)

Tom's best friend (yep, nothing but platonic feelings there). Another student, he's been walking Tom home recently due to Tom's stalker. This unfortunately resulted in him getting kidnapped alongside his friend.

He does his best to stay positive in the situation, as well as keep Tom out of harm's way, but he can't say he trusts everyone here. After all, how can they be sure that one of the kidnappers isn't among them? But even if he's scared, he knows he needs to keep trust in the group, or else how are they ever going to get out of here?

Spark Conway (Keiji Shinogi)

The oldest member of the group, Spark almost by default gets placed in charge, helped by the fact that he's a Detective. Despite this, he's quite happy to pass off leadership responsibilities to those who want them more than him. He's quite closed off about himself, but seems to be quite encouraging of actions that'll keep group morale up.

Andor Conway (Kanna Kizuchi)

A young teenager initially found clearly traumatized. It's addressed that he is related to two of the members of the group, but even they cannot coax any words out of him at first. When he is calmed down for a short amount of time, it's revealed that he was the same first trial as Tom and Jordan alongside his sister Alva. However, unlike Jordan, he was unable to complete the puzzle to save her.

Tucker Jericho (Q-Taro Burgerberg)

A semi-professional athlete, Tucker, well, he seems friendly enough. He's at the very least not yelling at anyone, though he certainly isn't doing all that much to help either. He can't find it in himself to trust everyone in the group, but while he talks a big game, he's easy enough to get to back down when confronted.

Martha Conway (Sou Hiyori)

A woman that's revealed to be Spark's daughter who hasn't seen any of her family in a number of years due to spending much of her time travelling. She seems friendly enough, however she can quickly turn sinister as it quickly becomes clear that she doesn't have everyone's best interests at heart. However, where exactly her loyalties and interests do lie seem impossible to figure out.

Capsize Dunbar (Reko Yabusame)

A singer-songwriter, Jordan's seen her in magazines. She can come across as aggressive as she's quick to yell or confront those she believes are in the wrong, but she's loyalty protective of those in the group she trusts, as well as the younger members of the group (not that she doesn't also trust them).

Alyssa Screziato (Nao Egokoro)

A young teenager kidnapped alongside her dad, Alyssa also completed the first trial key puzzle to save Mot, though with his guidance. She obviously she scared out of her mind at the situation, but is comforted by her Dad's presence, and is also quite defensive of him.

Mot Screziato (Kazumi Mishima)

A man that runs a small business that was kidnapped alongside his daughter. He is accidently mistaken for the kidnapper when the group is first introducing themselves, a mistake which gets them all yelled at by Alyssa for judging by appearances. He quite protective of his daughter, though he does his best to keep a level head in general and keep the whole group calm.

James Waglington (Kai Satou)

A mysterious man who claims to be a freelance designer. He's friendly and seems to be doing his best to lighten the mood, though Tom can't shake the feeling that he knows him from somewhere. It isn't until after the Russian Roulette game that Tom realises that James is the man whose been stalking him, the one that he and Jordan were sure kidnapped them both. And Tom finds himself conflicted as to whether he should share this fact when it could easily fracture the group.

Sonja Fox (Gin Ibushi)

An art student who is mostly just trying to stay positive about the situation. She's one of the most encouraging of keeping group morale up and trying to explore for a way out, though she never really keeps charge.

After the "Practice Vote", another participant is found.

"Tom Warden" ("Gonbee Yamada")

A man in a prisoner's jumpsuit found hidden away and unconscious at the back of a puzzle room. When he comes too, he's found to be aggressive and unwilling to work with the group, giving a name most of them are sure is fake, and seems like he doesn't believe the dangerous situation he's in. People seem mostly happy to leave him too his own devices. Jordan swears he recognises him from somewhere.

Of course, this man is not actually Tom Warden, this is Redbeard Dunbar (Alice Yabusame) Capsize's older brother who she hasn't seen since he went to prison for killing someone. In a brief moment of alone time between him being found and actually being confronted by the group, she managed to get him to agree to lie about his identity so no one realises they're related, both fearing the consequences if such a thing is found out. But how long can such a secret really be kept?

[lightvsdark18]

Xiu's time in Twisted Wonderland

(Instead of summarizing every book, I'll point out the important details or funny moments to make it easier. She cried at everyone's backstory. Used Mewshi Q's playthrough)

Prologue

Xiu's gateway laid in front of the Dark Mirror. Felt like she awoken from a deep slumber. Called Grim a talking cat and looked around at the coffins. Frighteningly pushed the cat and ran.

"What are you talking about? Where am I?"

"What? But how is that possible?"

Anxious while standing inside an abandoned dorm in an unknown world. And gently chopped Grim's head.

Surprised at the ghosts, and instinctively fully smacked him to stop a burning dorm from happening.

Glared at Ace and pushed him towards the school, ordering him to stop bothering them.

Upset at Crowley's not listening to her.

More upset and questioned him about lying to her.

Unbothered by the mine ghosts and began looking for the stone, then met the phantom and booked out of there, falling on Deuce. The boys teased her until they heard it growl.

"Can you stop fighting? Don't you want to continue your education? Or just waste my time?"

Shock they won.

Attempted to take the crystal out of Grim's mouth and called him a "bad cat" while telling him to spit it out.

Looked offended at Crowley.

"A what?"

"But I'm a gi-"

Passed out on the bed.

Book 1

"? What happened to you?"

"... You got what you deserved."

Curious about the portal and got pushed in.

Confused at seeing paint on roses and more confused at being handed a paintbrush.

Abandoned the boys to Cater.

"I would appreciate it." Looked all thankful until they became a-holes. "Wow, making demands at a girl who has no money. Charming..."

Covered her food and sharply looked at the student.

Wanted to try a chestnut tart, but Crowley called her to his office to hand her the uniforms and a note to Sam.

Felt bad for Deuce.

Didn't ask for any specific flavor, just wanted a chestnut tart.

Cried at having a cold shower.

Unsettled by Cater's unique magic.

Uncomfortable by clothing changing magic.

Called the rules foolish.

Grabbed her chest at the floating head.

"His parents created his harshness?"

"Ace, why are you in my room? Get out."

Amazed at Riddle's speed.

"Your way of thinking is utterly ridiculous. You would let your dorm members suffer just to feed your ego."

Covered her mouth at the punch.

"Ace!"

Panicked.

Left with Crowley.

Kneeled to Riddle and handed him a handkerchief.

Frowned at Ace.

Then attempted to rip the crystal out of Grim's mouth again.

Unconscious with an awful cold for two weeks.

Unbothered at the white rose freakout.

Unladylike drank her tea.

"... Wait, how did you get into the school?"

Book 2

"Jerk."

Happily ate a chocolate croissant.

Furrowed brows at Crowley.

"Reminds me of soccer."

Watched Grim and the uncles play.

Looked offended at Crowley.

Pomefore students instantly gushed over how pretty she is.

Disliked the twins vibe before Cater ran off with her.

Savanaclaw made less threats towards her.

Couldn't sleep because of Grim and needed fresh air because of the dusty dorm. And got scared at the unfamiliar man.

Not comfortable on giving him her name and told her that was okay.

Stunned at him disappearing into flat air.

Told Grim what happened last night and disliked the nickname.

Thanked Riddle for fixing her ribbon.

Watched everything with Riddle and Cater.

Innocent bystander in a dorm argument and murder attempt.

Stepped back at the large wolf.

Left the battlefield and looked for help.

"But I don't want to play."

Woke up to a massive headache.

Desperately wanted to pet Cheka's head.

Went up to the mirror and didn't sleep that night.

Book 3

"Good morning, Grim."

"Didn't you run on the first day?"

"Again?" "Hm?"

"Congratulations."

Confused.

Freaked out at suddenly being underwater, then calmed down.

Disappointed at the boys.

Glared at Crowley.

Worried "yes?" Didn't like the nickname.

"Why should I?" The three had to convince her to help.

Pouted at being put to work.

Stared disapproval at Azul through the whole conversation.

Furrowed brows at Grim outside their dorm.

Leona: "I'll be nice and ask you to fight one of my students." One punch in the eye and the student checked out.

"Couldn't I do a light workout in the corner?"

Gagged on the potion.

"Ah" to the eels.

Squeezed against three boys and a cat wasn't how she expected her Wednesday would go.

"Guys, I don't think we should-"

"Oh, good evening, Drongo."

Malleus' hyperfixation helped her figure out how to outsmart Azul.

Her first time being a gremlin, and enjoyed it.

Started connecting the dots.

Unsure how to feel on Jack knocking out a merman.

Slid photo in her pocket.

Panicked, and hid in the dorm.

"Grim did get an 85."

"You looked cute."

"Grim!" He ate it quickly.

Tilted her head at Silver and Sebek curiously.

Mind blanked at the voice in the mirror and slept somewhere else.

Uncomfortable at seeing the twins.

"I don't trust you."

"But worrying about your past is making you be defined by your past self instead of being defined by your present self."

She got a fancy parfait.

[intrepiddreamx]

Do you think any guardians have tried to get Variks (Or, god forbid, Spider) with those stupid "ligma" or "updog" jokes?

I bet he would get sick of them pretty fast

Oh, almost certainly.

Living with the Awoken, I can't imagine Variks being subject to that sort of crass, juvenile humor. Enter the Guardians (and their on-brand Guardian Antics™), though, and suddenly there's a whole new world of irreverent humor for him to experience. Likely Variks would fall for an offhand "ligma" or "updog" joke...once. On further attempts, he'd probably casually deflect to keep the conversation going in a more productive direction. Maybe he'd even jot it down in his notes along with all the other things he finds strange about humans and their culture.

Spider, on the other hand, might be a bit of a tougher nut to crack. He's kind of a weeb...but for humans. There's a chance he's already heard the jokes before we (as the player/Guardian) meet him on the Tangled Shore. He'd probably still laugh to humor us, though... depending on his mood. Traveler help the Guardian who cracks one of those jokes when Spider's grumpy.

Here's my question, though. How many times have the Guardians asked Misraaks if he's fluent in Sugondese? And why does he keep falling for it?

Thanks for the ask, anon. Looks like I'm a Variks Q&A blog now 😂 Keep 'em coming.