#am i going to wait until i am more pain to pack up my shit and go to the emergency room.....yes

[dejwritesarchived]

i was coming down my stairs and i tripped in my crocs...i caught myself from falling and hit my elbow and now my elbow feels like it's on fire.

[zombholic]

HE’S SO LUCKY PT. 2 — abby anderson

summary — after your kiss with abby you avoided her like the plague, you started becoming cold and harsh if she talked to you.

description — poc fem!reader, friends to enemies sorta, mean reader, confused about her sexuality abby.

tw — mention of owen

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It had been at least a month since you had kissed Abby, you had convinced yourself to cut her out completely thinking it would be better mentally for you and her. You told Leah what happened and you two have been inseparable since, she was the only person who understood you and actually cared for your feelings.

Packing your backpack full of supplies, you slung it around your shoulders, slipping your pistol in your thigh holster you made your way down to the cafeteria waiting for Leah to show up for your supply run. Leaning against the wall you looking around trying to find her until your eyes met hers.

Quickly looking away you felt your heart beating harder every second, you couldn’t look at her, no, not after what happened, you convinced yourself that you ruined everything. Leah approached you with a guilty conscience “Don’t hate me babe.” You looked at her, tilting your head in confusion “Why would I?” A slight giggle escaped your lips before you saw the tall blonde making her way over to you guys, your smile instantly dropping.

“I hate you.” You gave a glaring look at Leah before starting to walk out the door to grab a couple more guns “Hey, play it nice.” She whispered in your ear poking your side causing you to laugh “Stop I’m ticklish” you slapped her hand away, trying your best to ignore Abby who was following behind you guys.

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“The uh, building should be here.” Abby spoke up, pushing the door but it wouldn’t budge. “Look a ladder, Y/nn get up there and going from around to open the door.” Leah suggested, Abby got in front of the ladder and held her hands out for you to have a boost up.

Jumping up and grabbing the ladder you pulled yourself up and found a way down into the building. Seeing a couple of old furniture blocking the entrance you pushed them out the way and let them inside.

All three of you stayed close to each other, looking for anything that could be useful. Picking up a porn magazine you laughed to yourself before walking over to Leah staring at the pages “Leah look at this—“ you had ran into Abby, looking up at her with an annoyed expression across your face “Move.” “What’s your problem Y/n?” You scoffed, shaking your head trying to ignore her, she grabbed a hold of your forearm her strength easily pulling in front of her again. “Let go of me.” You tried to wiggle out of her grip but with no luck you gave up as her hold on you was deathly.

“You kiss me and you think you have the right to give me a cold shoulder? do you know how fucking confused you left me?” Her brows farrowed together giving you almost a scolding expression “God, Abby, I was drunk and I didn’t mean it, just get over it.” You tried your best to avoid her gaze while trying to look unbothered by her. “No, I don’t get to just get over it, do you not realize you did something to me? you were my best friend and all of a sudden you act like you’re my arch nemesis.” You heard the pain in her voice, you hurt her but you were also hurting.

“Oh my fucking— Abby, I am literally in love with you! is that what you wanted to fucking hear? that I am in love with my best friend who is in love with a guy who couldn’t give two flying fucks about her!” You yelled at her, you felt your throat swelling up as tears started forming in your eyes. Blinking them away you pushed her away not needing to do anything you regretted again.

“He does care about me—“ “No, Abby if Owen gave two shits about you he wouldn’t have gotten another girl fucking pregnant, are you actually stupid?” Leah came in between the both of you. “Guy’s handle your shit on base, it’s getting dark and we need to go.”

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[sourlemonsprout]

ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕕 ℙ𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕔

Seth x f!reader

Seth doesn't know what to do when SugarBoo is on their period.

Word Count: 987

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If money wasn't an issue Alphonse needed to worry about, he would've stayed home with you. He knew you were having a horrible day and suffering from unpleasant period symptoms. The cramps had been more intense than usual this month, and he knew you were in genuine pain. Unfortunately, money was tight, and he couldn't afford to keep the shop closed another day. You had told your boyfriend multiple times that you understood and it was okay, but it didn't make him feel any better. Later that day, Al messaged Seth and asked him to check up on you.

Seth had never dealt with this kinda situation before, so he sorta panics when he receives the text from Alphonse. He grabs his jacket and rushes around the house trying to find the keys to his bike. Just before he's about to leave, a thought crosses his mind "Oh shit, should I bring her something??"

He debates for a while on whether or not he should buy you some chocolate. After realizing he'd have to make a trip to Al's shop, he decides against it. Instead, he scrounges around his cupboards and finds an unopened pack of peanut M&M's and shoves that in his pocket before heading off.

You'd been curled up on the couch, half paying attention to the TV show you'd put on, hoping it would distract you from persistent pain knawing in your lower abdomen when you heard the familiar hum of a bike outside. Not long after the hum died down there was a knock at the front door.

Begrudgingly, you roll off the couch and reach the door with one hand clutching at your lower stomach. A small smile dawned on your face when you looked up to see your brown-haired best friend.

"H-hey! A little bird told me you were havin' uh, sort've a crummy day. So I-uh, I came over to check in and see how you were doin'."

Alphonse…

"Well, that was very sweet of you, thanks." Suddenly, a sharp pain that left behind a wave of nausea had you wincing as you clutched your stomach a little harder. Seth's stomach drops the moment he sees your face twist with discomfort.

"Oh shoot, do you want to go back inside Sugar?" his tone was concerned.

"Yeah, wanna come in?" you offered, opening the door a little wider.

"How're you doing…?" He asked nervously, watching you as you swept a blanket off a chair before collapsing back onto the couch.

Well that was a stupid question

"Oh, you know, things could be better," you said flatly with a sigh.

"Sorry to hear that sugar." He says rubbing the back of his neck.

"Oh! Speakin' of which, I brought somethin' sweet for ya," he says pulling the M&M's out of his pocket and holding them out.

"Thanks," you say, tearing into the Peanut M&M's and popping a handful in your mouth.

After eating a few more pieces of chocolate, you fold the bag in half and rest your hand gently over the top of it on your lap. You closed your eyes and held your breath as your head thudded against the couch. Seth's hands fidgeted restlessly, his lips pinched in a tight line.

fuck what am I supposed to do??

The silence in the room was suffocating. It seemed to engulf Seth, pushing his thoughts to spiral further until he couldn't take it any longer.

"Listen, I uh, I'm gonna be honest, Al asked me to check up on you and I don't really know what to do here," Seth admitted sheepishly.

"I appreciate you being here, but I'll survive on my own if you want to leave." you shrug.

"Aw nah, I'd feel bad ditchin' ya like that Sugar. Just tell me what to do and I'll do it," he stated adamantly.

"Or if you want me outta your hair, I'll leave. You just say the word." He said holding his hands up.

"No, no. It's nice having you here," you say softly.

"If you don't mind, could you grab me some water and Advil?" you say.

"Of course!" he says nearly jumping out of his chair toward the bathroom.

As you patiently wait for Seth to return, you grab the TV remote and start flipping through movie options. When Seth returned, you had already started watching one of your favorite comfort movies.

"Have you ever seen 'Howl's Moving Castle'?" you ask, taking the water from Seth.

"I don't believe I have," he hands you a couple of Advil, then glances up at the TV screen.

"It looks like something Al would've watched," he huffed out a small laugh.

"Would you sit down to watch it with me?" you ask sweetly, patting the spot next to you.

Seth sits down next to you and you lean your head against his shoulder, feeling grateful for his company. As the movie plays on, you both sink deeper into the couch, every muscle in your body relaxed. You lean into Seth's side a little more, trying to absorb more of the heat radiating off his body. You breathed deeply, inhaling the warm yet soft scent of leather and cologne. The sound of Seth's steading breathing makes your eyelids fall heavy, and it's not long before you've drifted off into a quiet slumber. As Seth's gaze fell upon your peacefully sleeping form, a soft smile spread across his lips. Carefully, so as not to wake you, he pulls the blanket up to your shoulders. A warm feeling swells in his chest as he exhales deeply, grateful to be there for you and provide some comfort. It wasn't long before he too was fast asleep, his head lightly resting against yours.

When Alphonse stops by after work, Seth is still there, snoring lightly beside you. He laughs quietly, shaking his head before joining the cuddle pile on the couch on your other side.

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[nnaminxz]

“𝕻𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖞 𝕲𝖎𝖗𝖑𝖘 𝕯𝖔𝖓’𝖙 𝕮𝖗𝖞“

↳ 𝔰𝔲𝔤𝔲𝔯𝔲 𝔤𝔢𝔱𝔬

⤑ 𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢: smut & angst

⤑ 𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: if the saying is “misery loves company” why isn’t Suguru happy right now?

⤑ 𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰: Gojo Satoru slander I’m sorry but I had too, I love him very much tho, sad feelings, sad reader, suguru is kind of ass too, maybe a lil ooc but it’s fanfic so don’t attack me, vaginal sex, riding, the ending may be dumb but it’s whatever, minors dni

⤑ 𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢: I wrote this for an another fandom a WHILE ago and always wanted to redo it so I thought why not redo it for my first jjk fic. I hope you guys enjoy this is my first time posting for this fandom so I’m vv nervous/excited. Pls be kind

Suguru always thought this would make him happy.

Seeing you around campus with Satoru made him angry enough, so he just knew that when the inevitable happened and Satoru started acting like well—Satoru again the sight was guaranteed to bring much happiness to his heart.

He knew it was sick, that he wanted to see whatever you and Satoru had going on fail but Suguru couldn't help it.

None of it mattered though because it didn’t happen.

Suguru sat in the same place for two hours watching the two of you—waiting for the feeling of bitter happiness to fill his bones but it never came.

In fact, it was the exact opposite.

Watching you fight to get Satoru’s attention made him sad. Seeing how no matter what you did he would rather pay more attention to everyone else made Suguru angry. And watching you finally leave the room and the other boy not even bat an eye made him furious.

If he was truly surprised or even thought the other boy would care, Suguru would’ve went over to him and said something but it wasn’t worth it. Satoru was just like him.

An idiot.

A dumbass.

They couldn’t tell when they had a good thing even if it’d slapped them across the face.

“Where you going?” Haibara questions as Suguru stands to his feet.

“Need a smoke,”

“Ah,” The other boy nodded his head. “Are you having fun?”

Suguru decides to lie again. The happiness on his friends face to pure to ruin with his sour mood.

“I told you coming out tonight would be a good idea.”

“Yeah,” Suguru fakes a grin. “I’ll be back.” He took the pack of cigarettes out his pocket waving them before walking away.

Suguru easily maneuvers his way through the thick crowd until he was standing on the back porch. The screen door shut with a thud causing you to swiftly snap around. There was a hopeful and expectant look on your face but when you saw it was him all that fell as you turned back around.

“Well, hello to you too,” Suguru jokes trying to hide the actual physical pain he was feeling in his heart.

That used to be him you were so eager to see.

“What do you want?” You huffed softly.

“Needed a smoke.”

The way you turned to look at him with such concern almost made Suguru laugh. Here you were angry at him, going through your own shit, and still somehow harbored enough care to be concerned with his health.

“I though you quit?”

Suguru plops down next to you pulling the carton out his pocket flipping the cap open. “I did.” He says showing you the empty pack..

“You carry around an empty pack?”

“It’s a good way for me to make an exit,”

You left out a long sigh. “I looked that pitiful huh?”

“You don’t look pitiful. He just looks stupid.”

Though you didn’t say anything back you didn’t need to for Suguru to already know what you were thinking. He knew you like the back of his hand and no doubt you were beating yourself up, angry with yourself when in reality you should’ve been focused on the one who deserved it.

“I’m so stupid,” You whisper and its so low that it Suguru wasn’t already so hyper-focused on your very existence he would’ve probably missed it.

“No, you’re not.”

“You told me he was like this.”

“People told you about me and you still gave me a chance,”

“So I am stupid.”

“You’re trusting,” Suguru counters. “You give people the benefit of the doubt.”

“why is it that trusting people always end up looking stupid?”

“because others take advantage of it.”

Something he knew all to well.

You both fall silent again. The only noise filling the space are the sounds of nature and the muffled thumping music that escaped the noisy house. Suguru looks over at you wishing there was something he could to do. Something he could say. Seeing you like this hurt him.

He hated seeing you cry.

He felt like dying when you were upset.

But it also hurt to see you happy so Suguru wasn’t exactly sure what he wanted.

All this shit was so weird. An uncharted territory before you came along.

Every time the screen door would creak open you’d twist around to see if it was him and every time you ended up turning back around in disappointment. As your disappointment grew, so did Suguru’s anger.

You only deserved the best things in life. None of this push and pull, ‘I’m here but around others I’m not’ bullshit.

Suguru was such a hypocrite.

Here he was furious with Satoru when he used to just as much of an asshole to you as well. He too would push and pull right until he pushed you away completely.

“I’m sorry,” He quietly apologizes. If he’d just gotten his act together sooner there would be no you and Satoru. You wouldn’t be sad and he would still have you.

You shake your head softly shushing him. “Not right now please,” You say. “Can you take me home? I just really want to go back home.”

Without saying anything else Suguru nodded. As both of  you were walking to his car you passed a big window. Sadly it was a clear shot to Satoru who now had another girl seated next to him in your place.

Not only had he not noticed your absence but that easily he’d replaced you.

“He’s such a fucking ass.”

“Yeah,” You agree. “Let’s just go,”

Suguru had evert urge to go in there and go off but when he looked back over you were already halfway to his car so he kept it moving. Satoru wasn’t worth it anyway. He was just another dick who thought way too much of himself.

Satoru didn’t deserve you.

Neither did Suguru.

One in the car Suguru sent Haibara a quick message saying he was going home before shifting the car into gear.

As expected the drive was silent. There wasn’t much to say. As much as Suguru wanted to comfort you he didn’t know what to do even if he did you probably wouldn’t want to hear it from him. Why would you?

Suguru knew every route to and from your apartment but decided to take the longest one. If you noticed you didn’t say anything. All you did was keep quiet as you looked out the window.

You stayed that way until he pulled up to you complex. Before getting out of the car you whisper as soft thank you and force a smile.

“yeah, no problem,” Suguru murmurs.

He’s about to pull away when out the corner of his eye he spots your small tube of lip gloss sitting in his cup holder. You had a million of them and even thought you probably wouldn’t even realize this one was missing Suguru still found himself on a journey to your front door.

Who know this could’ve been your favorite one.

The one in the pink tube was your favorite actually.

But Suguru already knew that.

“You left this,” Suguru says once you open the door.

“Thanks,” You mutter grabbing it from his hand. “I have a million in this flavor.”

“I know.”

For the first time tonight a genuine smile filled your lips. It was small and not the one he was used to seeing but for right now it would do. It was better than nothing.

Though your eyes were sad and bloodshot you were still as beautiful as ever to him.

“Please don’t cry over him. He doesn’t deserve your tears.”

“I just want something real,” You say in a small voice your arms wrapping around your body.

“What we had was real.”

“You were just like him.”

“I know.”

“I’m sorry,” Suguru adds, his voice wavering as he tries to get out the words. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

“I know,” you say this time.

Suguru is walking away when you call out his name. As soon as he turns back around your lips are on his. He’s shocked for a moment, standing there with wide eyes, but quickly he fall back into your old routine. His heart is pounding so hard against his chest and Suguru wonder if you could feel it as well.

With every kiss he pulls you closer to him. It’s been months since he’d last had you this close and Suguru didn’t want it to end any time soon. He missed this, the soft breaths that escape you, the fruity taste of your lip gloss, the way your hands cradle his face.

Slowly your hands roam from his face to his jacket and then finally when they land on his belt Suguru forces himself to pull away.

Suguru lets out a sigh resting his forehead against yours. “We can’t.” He mutters.

He wanted you but not this way. Not when you were like this.

“Why?”

“You’re….” his voice trails off.

“I’m sober,”

“You’re sad.” He counters.

You give him a shrug. “ I want this. I need this.”

Suguru knows what this was. A rebound fuck. Simply a way for you to get back at Satoru in your mind but couldn’t bring himself to care as he kisses you again. He knows this was going to hurt in the morning but he’d deal with that when it came.

A satisfied moan leaves your lips. “Please,” You beg and Suguru nods, not even needing to know what exactly you were asking for because he already was prepared to give you everything.

Reaching behind him Suguru pushed the front door closed. “Where?” Without saying anything you guided him both over to the couch lightly pushing him down before climbing on top.

You pulled off your dress and without a second thought, Suguru hands find their way to your breast, lifting the mounds out of the cups. His tongue gently swipes over both nipples before picking one to suck on while he twisted the other between his fingers.

“Fuck,” Soft moans escape your plump lips as you arch further into him. “It’s always about him.”

Suguru pulls away for a brief moment and shushes you before taking in the other nipple. He didn’t want to hear about you and Satoru. The thoughts tortured him enough. 

It did bring him a sick satisfaction to know that Satoru was a lazy lover.

“M’sorry,”

“Don’t be. This is just about us right now.”

You nod, pressing your fingers underneath Suguru’s chin as lift up his head so you could kiss him again. Suguru’s hands were everywhere. From your ass to your stomach, your thighs, he couldn’t get enough.

“Touch me,” You command.

Suguru happily listens, his fingers easily finding their way into your panties. You were already so wet. The juices soaking him with just a few movements. His fingers dances across your clit pulling airy groans from your mouth. To him you look so beautiful, your head tossed back, eyes fluttering, as your hips rocks into his fingers.

“Need you in me.”

“Wanna taste you.”

You shake your head, big glossy needy eyes focused on him. “Next time maybe.”

His heart jumps at the words ‘next time’. Suguru really hopes there is a next time. Not even for the sex. He just wanted you.

You lift up allowing Suguru the room to pull his pants down. After pulling your own panties to the side you grab his cock and align it before sinking down.

Groans leave both of your mouths and before Suguru can even collect his thoughts you began to bounce up and down. Suguru isn’t even sure were to focus. Your bouncing breast, the perfect contortions of your face, or the lewd scene between your legs.

He leans forward and takes your nipple into his mouth again. You felt so good. So wet. So warm. The tight grip on his hair only sending more pleasure through his body while you alternate between bouncing and grinding. Your eyes were closed and you weren’t focused on anything but yourself.

You were using him but none of that mattered.

“Suguru,” you whine, finally looking at him. “feels so good. It feels so good.”

“Only ever want to make you feel good y/n,”

 Suguru says it so quietly that he wasn’t even sure you’d heard or if you did you’d understood what exactly he meant but when your eyes began to water again Suguru knew you had.

You hide your face into the crook of his neck, wrapping your arms around him. When your hips began to falter in pace Suguru knows your close. Once your pussy tightens and your legs begin to shake, Suguru lets himself fall apart too.

You both stay like that. Breathing labored wrapped in each other's arms not saying anything. You stay that way until he hears your little sniffles and feels the tears falling onto his shoulder.

“Don’t cry. Pretty girls don’t cry.”

“Then stop making me.”

[claiestve]

𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ꨄ Alex

ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: 🎧

ɪ ᴡɪꜱʜ ɪ ʜᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ↻ ◁ ɪɪ ▷ ↺

⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯

❝ Hung all my clothes in the closet you made

“I can’t believe we’re living together. Like, finally!” 

“I can’t wait to get your pictures in this new setting.”

“Alex!”

“What?!”

Your shoes still in boxes, I send them your way, hoping life brings you no new pain

“Is this my stuff?”

“Mhm.”

“You couldn’t even bother packing it up properly? Wow.”

I rearrange my memories, I try to rewrite our life

“You're good at staying rational until you're not.”

“What?”

But no matter how I try to

“Want to tell me what's wrong or am I supposed to guess?”

And no matter how I want to 

“You really think something's going on between us…?”

And no matter how easy things could be if I did

“I’m sorry about the other night, I was overthinking and my thoughts got the best of me…”

“Yeah, it’s fine. I forgive you.”

“You okay?”

And no matter how guilty, I still feel saying it

“Why the hell am I the last person to know about this? If anything I should be the first. Not only are we dating but you live with me. But you told me after everyone else? After all the people that you don’t live with? What kind of shit is that Alex?”

“I didn't tell you at first because I knew you'd react like this.”

I wish I hated you

“Hey, hey. This… this will be– it’ll be okay.”

“But it’s over now.”

“I know it'll be the end of us but…”

I wish that weren't true

“You know you're my favorite person. You're adorable and clingy. The day hasn't even started yet and I'm falling for you a little more.”

“Go back to sleep, stupid.”

Wish there was worse to you

“You know, Alex. This year has been the best. I don’t even mean it in a weird, sappy way, but I don’t know. You make every year a good one.”

I wish you were worse to me

“Well, you stay here where it's romantic and warm, I'll be back with the hot chocolate, okay?”

Yeah, I wish I hated you. ❞

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that was literally justtt dialogue (exhausting but after yesterday, i had to)

dont worry, the andrew fic is still in the drafts i just got more motivation to kinda finish this after yesterday.

[writeforfandoms]

Congrats on 2k followers!!!!

Can I please request reader x bear shifter! Price please :) with the prompt " get behind me" from the protective prompt list :)

🌟🌟🎆🎇🎆 congrats again!!!

Man y'all love bear!Price, I am living for all these shifter requests

Warnings: mentions of drugs, forced drug use (not reader), forced shifts, more of the drug from ch 7.

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This wasn't supposed to happen. You weren't supposed to be here. Then again, nobody could have known this would happen.

This was supposed to be an easy job, something for you to do while John was off working.

Instead you were trapped between two packs, both alphas growling and snapping, your presence the only thing that was keeping things from getting worse.

"Explain it to me," you said, calm but firm, looking between the alphas without looking either one in the eye.

"This is our territory," one snarled, eyes wild and gold, teeth a little too sharp to be human.

"These vermin," the alpha you were working with hissed the word, her nose wrinkling in distaste, "are not shifters. They're poorly adapted druggies, and they'll try to get my pack involved in their shit."

Druggies? You swallowed hard. Oh this was bad. This was very bad. "I'm not the law," you said slowly, calmly. Trying to portray calm and trick everyone, yourself included. "However, if there is a territory dispute, I'm certain it can be settled."

"No dispute," she hissed, low and angry. "This is our territory and we will not give it up without a fight!" Behind her, her pack murmured their agreement, feeding off their alpha's anger.

The other pack alpha hissed, baring far too many teeth. Oh this was bad. Even worse when one of his tapped his shoulder, leaning in close to whisper something too quiet for you to hear.

The alpha's expression morphed from anger to glee, and dread washed down your spine.

"If that's how you feel," the alpha said, far too smug, one hand digging into his pocket, "then let's have a fair fight." He pulled his hand out and threw something into the air.

White powder.

"Back up!" you yelled, immediately backpedaling. But it was already in your hair, on your skin. It wouldn't affect you, since you were human, but the two packs...

The alpha you were working with had moved too, but too slowly. You watched with no small amount of terror as her eyes went yellow and she shifted. Behind her, three of her four packmates shifted as well, all of them caught up in the effects of the drugs.

The opposing pack were all shifting, eager for bloodshed.

And you were still stuck in the middle. Not right between them anymore, but very much in the danger zone.

You swallowed hard, gaze darting between the two groups in the moment of silence, waiting for the tension to snap.

A wolf leapt, and pandemonium descended.

You backed away quickly, breathing fast. There was nothing more you could do, not with drugs in the mix. A coyote yipped, high and sharp, and you winced in sympathetic pain as a wolf grabbed it by the scruff.

For a few moments, you thought you'd be fine. You'd backed off pretty quick, avoiding any of the actual fighting.

And then a wolf looked at you. Right at you. They bared their teeth at you, hackles up, advancing slowly.

John was absolutely never going to forgive you for this.

"Get behind me."

You'd know that voice anywhere, and you physically perked up before scampering back behind John, taking a moment to look. He was fully kitted out and wearing a gas mask. "What--?"

"Shit luck," he grunted, moving to keep you firmly behind him. "Gaz?"

"On it," Gaz responded, moving up next to you, further blocking you from view.

The first shot didn't come from one of them, but from somewhere behind you. You jumped but they weren't surprised.

"John--"

"Knocking them out, love, that's all," John assured you, taking out the wolf before anyone else could get hurt. "They'll all be given medical attention."

You relaxed again and watched as the team took down the two packs with precision, until no one was left standing. Some of the shifters were injured, but everyone looked alive.

Gaz stepped away to start checking them, and Soap jogged past you to join him. John turned and started checking you over, controlled but not calm.

"I'm okay," you assured him, though you didn't try to stop him. "I mean, I'm probably covered in powder, but I'm not hurt. I backed up, managed to stay out of it."

John breathed out slowly, his gloved hand settling at the nape of your neck. "You're sure?"

"I'm sure," you agreed, already steadier. "I'm just a walking hazard to shifters right now."

"Like that's any different," Gaz muttered loud enough for you to hear. You snorted.

"Need to get you showered, love," John murmured.

"Take her," Soap called. "We've got this handled, aye?"

"Go," Gaz encouraged.

John nodded once, his hand squeezing gently. "Let's get you cleaned up and debrief," he murmured to you.

"Okay," you agreed, soft and easy.

And if John ended up in the shower with you, well... You certainly weren't going to tell anyone.

[kaunis-sielu]

Locked In: 2

Steve watches silently as you pack a bag, he can’t believe this is what brought him to you. To his Omega. He doesn’t like that the Alpha next door is lying to you, telling you he’s a Beta but an Alpha knows another Alpha and there is no lying to Steve’s nose.

“I’m ready.” You tell him and Steve nods before gesturing you ahead of him. “What should I do about my stuff?”

“Anything super valuable you could hide or take with us if it’s small. Otherwise I’d take some photos just in case.” You don’t take anything else but you do take some photos then lock your bedroom door.

“Okay, I think that I’m ready.” You tell him softly and Steve isn’t sure if you’re uncomfortable with him or if it’s just the fact that he’s an Alpha that you don’t know very well. You start the walk back out to one of the fire pick up trucks that he’d driven here. He doesn’t want to startle you but he does feel kind of like an ass only carrying the axe.

“Alright, you want me to carry that for you Honey?” He asks and you shake your head no, it breaks his heart that you seem so nervous around him. “Are you okay?”

“Yea, I’m just, not used to being around Alphas.” You tell him in that same quiet voice, you do live in a building that doesn’t allow Alphas and Steve can’t help but wonder if there’s more to that decision than just the comfort of being in an Alpha free location.

“If I’m making you uncomfortable-” He says and it almost physically pains him to say

“No, no it’s just the fact that Brock is living there and lying about not being an Alpha is concerning. If you were able to pick him out so quick how doesn’t Drax know?”

“I don’t know about that but I think I know why I was able to pick out the other Alpha so quickly.” He doesn’t want to freak you out but he’s also fairly confident that you’re his Omega and if the other Alpha was a threat Steve would know quickly.

“Why?”

“I think you know Omega.” He says as the Alpha he’d smelled before comes swaggering toward you. When he notices Steve his defenses go up and you take a half step closer to Steve, so close that he can feel your body heat against his side.

“Hey, who’s this?” The Alpha, Brock you’d called him, asks stepping too close to you for Steve’s liking.

“Um, this is Steve.”

“You safe Buttercup?” Brock asks and Steve frowns. This guy is asking you if you’re safe from him? He’s not the one that’s been lying to you about his designation this whole time.

“Yea, I’m good. Just going to stay somewhere else for the night. Had a problem with my door so if you don’t mind just keeping an eye on it I’d appreciate it.” Brock nods but frowns up at Steve who meets eyes with him and doesn’t look away.

“Sweetheart why don’t you head to the truck? I’ll be right there.” You don’t argue but you do look at Steve suspiciously. He gives you a little smile but waits until you can’t see him before turning on Brock.

“I know what you are.” He warns, “I will be reporting you.”

“I’m a Beta.” Brock has the gall to lie to Steve and Steve sneers at the other man, before grabbing him and pinning him against the wall. “I am not a violent man, but I will protect my Omega until my dying day and if that means beating the shit out of you I’ll do it.”

“Your Omega?” Brock sneers back at him.

“Did I stutter?”

“Since when is she yours? I have more claim to her than you do. I’ve been around her longer. She trusts me.”

“She’s not an object to be claimed.” Steve snaps and Brock glares up at him, “You will leave her alone. Am I understood?”

“Fuck you.”

“Great.” Steve says shoving the other Alpha, then stalking away. He knows that Brock isn’t really stupid enough to come after him while he’s carrying an axe. When he rounds the corner of your building he can see you sitting in the passenger side of the truck, your anxious gaze meets his and he can see you visibly relax. Steve puts the axe in the back of the truck then climbs in, your scent is invading the space and god it’s the best thing that he’s ever smelled.

“Are you okay?” You ask quietly as he starts the truck.

“Yea Honey, I’m fine.”

“Why did you do that?”

“Do what?” He asks with a glance over at you, you’re watching him with wide, soft eyes.

“Confront Brock.”

“I don’t like liars and I don’t like Alphas who make Omegas uncomfortable. I feel like I have to protect you, so I did.”

“So, it was just because of me?”

“No, but it was heavily influenced by you.” He admits and you sigh softly, “I’m sorry if that bothers you but I won’t lie to you.”

“Thank you.” You say quietly, “I, you make me feel safe.” You admit softly and Steve’s heart races. He didn’t know it would make him feel so proud that you look to him to keep you safe.

“I’m glad.”

“You are my Alpha. You should make me feel safe.” You’re so confident about the fact that he’s your Alpha it nearly floors him, instead Steve just glances over at you and grins before holding out his hand to you. You take his hand, weaving your smaller fingers through his and Steve can’t help but press a soft kiss to the back of your hand.

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[pupintransit]

Fun little update about my gender affirming surgery- I didn't die!

I'm writing this on March 7, one day after my discharge from the recovery house at GRS Montréal. My flight home from Quebec isn't until Saturday so the hubby and i are hanging out in a hotel until then. I'll start by saying that the staff at GRS Montréal are all complete angels 🧡 I won't get into the weeds of the physical sensations of my recovery, but suffice to say I had a very taxing aftercare. I felt very supported and looked after during my time there even with all the setbacks i experienced.

Now, something that i have alluded to before in my write ups is that the trans communities and friends i have were very diligent to remind people not to romanticize the surgery. They're right to! The morning after my surgery the nerves in my genitals started to reactivate, and they were pissed about it. 11/10 pain for at least 15 minutes, which was when the oxycodone kicked in. Before that the worst pain i'd had experienced was scabies. Not anymore it's not! If you take nothing else from this post please do not fuck around if you're gonna do something like this. Listen to your body and ask for help when you need it, because i gaurentee you that you will need it.

I left site with pain meds to last a few days and very strict aftercare instructions, which i have been following to the letter. My surgeon requires four dilations a day for the first month, which if you include the cleaning up and air drying afterward can take upwards of two hours. Essentially i'm working an eight hour day cut up into four split shifts. To be honest i thought it'd be overwhelming, but after two days in a hotel to get used to everything it's not as bad as i was expecting. I feel like i have enough time in between sessions to relax, eat, go for a little walk, all that fun stuff. Not much time for day trips of course, but i can resume those soon enough. Frankly what i want to do more than go out for an evening is sleep on my side again...

The first time i really took stock of my new genitalia was midday after the external packing came off. I was looking in a mirror. I was purple and swollen (still am) but all the shapes i wanted to see were there. My automatic response was "Yeah, this is fine." Nothing euphoric, nothing like coming home again or whatever, just acceptance. And i think that's all i needed it to be? Nothing is hanging down there anymore. No stringy hairs to trim, no weird wrinkly foreskin, no random erection that won't go away. Just my pussy.

I'm not done healing yet. Shit still hurts quite a bit, i gotta sleep on a towel lest my bedsheets get ruined, and when i douche the water still runs a little red with gunk. That ain't gonna end for a while and it suuuuuucks, but the shapes i want to see on my body are still there so to me it is worth the hassle.

I do still go through phases of regret though, usually when my pain gets a little too much to bear or when my mood really dips. "Did i really need this? This wasn't worth all this pain, i hate feeling this way." What i try to remember is that i was in my right mind when i made and committed to this decision, and i'm simply not when overwhelmed with pain. When that pain subsides, so too does the regret.

And then i see my shapes again.

This was profoundly difficult and easily the worst i have ever felt physically, but i have no regrets. I can't wait to see myself once i'm fully healed and ready to go. I'll be the me i've always wanted to be 🧡

[27dragons]

Quiz Meme thing for people over 50 - via @gilajames

1. Name one body part that doesn't hurt: my elbow (who gets that reference? but really mine doesn't hurt. at least not today.)

2. Were you able to answer #1 because you have taken ibuprofen recently? Nope, I haven't been able to take ibuprofen at all for a few years now because I'm prone to ulcers. (I also haven't taken any tylenol/paracetamol, because it straight up doesn't work for me for pain relief. It lowers fevers, but that's it.)

3. Name one activity you are greatly relieved you don't do anymore because fuck that shit: change diapers and otherwise deal with any (literal) shit that isn't my own

4. Have you gotten at least eight hours of sleep in the past five days. (Not each night, just total.) Oh yeah, I average about 6.5 hours a night and on the weekends sometimes it stretches to seven!

5. Name one song that is NOT forty years old, what the fuck. The 1980s were, like, twenty years ago. Fuck you, the 80s were like, five years ago at most lol. That said: The Hamilton soundtrack, and also "Panic" by David Ford. Those are only like 10-15 years old.

6. Do you remember the last time you got carded (not counting 'we have to card everyone' places.) If we're not counting "card everyone" places, then I have never been carded. When I bought booze legally for the first time on my 21st birthday, they did not card me. Apparently I radiate an aura of "yeah she's old enough."

7. Name one musician that you keep hearing their name but have no clue what their music is. My Chemical Romance, I guess (I have a general idea what the music is but I don't know that I've actually heard it. I could be wrong about that I suppose but I definitely didn't know it.) I'm not really a music person, this is a lot of music questions for me.

8. Have the celebrities you loved as a kid started dying of old age? A few but not too many yet.

9. Have the celebrities you loved as a teenager started dying of old age? Same.

10. When did you start listening to the Oldies station? Another music question? I mean, I listened to the oldies station when I was in frickin college because I don't care about music and that was the station my boyfriend at the time liked. I really only listen to music in the car, and after I dumped that guy I switched to listening almost exclusively to tapes, CDs, and music downloaded to an iPod/phone.

11. Have you told a younger co-worker any form of the phrase "wait until you're my age/older/hit your 40s, then you'll..." Not really, though I've done the "wait until you have kids who are [age] thing to younger co-workers, and commiserated with co-workers of similar age about all the shit that hit us after 40.

12. Do you seek out older co-workers so you can quote something at them that they will get? Nope, because I am a work-from-home introvert. :D

13. Would you rather just stay home? At least 85% of the time, YES.

14. Have you reached the point that for birthdays, other gift-getting events, you say "I just don't need more stuff"? No, because I love getting gifts. When I was young, my mom told me she didn't care what was under the Christmas tree for her, she just loved opening presents. Seriously, one year when I was like 14 I got her a 6-pack of socks and wrapped each pair individually and she LOVED it. I thought she was crazy then, but I get it now. Anyway the only people who get me actual gifts these days are the Things and I'm not going to discourage them because they're so fun.

15. Do you often find yourself saying "I remember when" and you describe something so completely foreign to Life Today that you wonder if you made it up? All the FUCKIGN TIME

16. Did you look at this list at the beginning and hope it was a short quiz because you don't have time for those 50 item lists? Lol no because this counts as social interaction for me these days.

My fellow "old" tumblrs, join in the fun! (Or don't, I'm not the boss of you.)

[zirawrites]

what about the fallout 4 companions cheating on sole?

Cait: Cait followed Sole as they packed their bags; an unreadably blank expression making their lover seem more machine than human. “Sole, I dunno what got into me. You didn’t deserve that. At least believe me when I say it wasn’t to hurt you.” When Sole continued to ignore her, Cait covered her face in shame. “I’d forgotten why we fell in love. Or maybe I was ignoring it. Just... please, tell me what you’re thinking.”

Curie: Curie wasn’t aware of every social etiquette, but it didn’t take an actual human to understand cheating was wrong. She futilely wiped the hot tears on her cheeks as Sole looked at her with pure astonishment. “I am so ashamed, my love. I cannot even ask for your forgiveness.” Curie let out an undignified snivel. “What we have... I cannot bear to think I threw it all away.  I feel so incredibly, unbearably stupid.”

Danse: Danse was a soldier, and every great soldier knows how to follow rules. Stay within boundaries. Respect their peers. Danse was sick with himself when Sole confronted him about being unfaithful. He felt even less of a man than when he’d discovered he was a synth. He felt like nothing at all. “Sole, forgive me. I was misguided. They were a mistake. You are all who matters.” When Sole turned away, Danse hung his head. “I understand. I was a fool to even consider you’d still want me around.”

Deacon: Deacon had done a lot of shitty things in his life. But screwing over his partner? Someone he considered his best and only friend? He was too cowardly to lower his glasses and expose the tears welling in his eyes. “I’ve lied a lot, but trust me when I say you are the love of my life, Sole. I’ll do anything to gain your confidence again.” But Deacon knew he’d already lost Sole when they crossed their arms and folded into themselves. They were as alone and scared as the day they stumbled into HQ.

Hancock: “Shit, Sunshine. I wanted you to hear it from me.” Hancock knew gossip spread through Goodneighbor like wildfire. He was almost as disappointed in himself for not stopping it as he was disgusted with himself for cheating on Sole; the best damn thing to ever happen to him. “I could go on about how it was chems or booze or peer pressure, but the truth is I was a selfish asshole. I let the love of my life go because of my own fucking actions. Trust me, losing you will haunt me for the hundreds of years I’ll be walking this earth.”

MacCready: MacCready didn’t know why he strayed from Sole. They had chased the Gunners off his back. Saved his son from a horrible, painful death. Took down the Institute and brought the Commonwealth out of its Dark Ages. He’d never done anything half as altruistic, yet Sole saw something in him MacCready still couldn’t recognize. Until they discovered he had cheated, of course. He watched Sole blink back tears, and his own eyes began to well like a small child being reprimanded. “Shit, Sole. I’m so...” He turned away. He couldn’t stomach looking at them. “Damn it. Damn it, Sole. I just... I don’t even deserve you.”

Preston: Preston was the one who admitted to cheating. He sat them down and explained how a drunken celebration at the Castle turned into something steamy and shameful. Then he answered all of Sole’s questions, only starting to cry when they asked if he ever loved them. “Of course I love you, Sole. And I’ll never forgive myself for losing you.”

Piper: “Blue, wait!” Piper chased Sole up the stairs as they walked through Diamond City. “It was a mistake. A stupid, stupid mistake. And I completely regret it.” Sole was more intent on watching the gates open than listening to Piper’s pleas. “Can we talk about it? I’ll tell you whatever you want to know. Just...” Her voice cracked. “Don’t leave me, Blue.”

Nick: “Breaking your heart will be the biggest regret of my life.” Nick didn’t try to convince Sole to stay. He was mature enough to understand just how badly he’d hurt them. And that Sole deserved better. “Take care of yourself, Sole. You deserve a hell of a lot better than me.”

X6-88: X6 had never been so embarrassed in his life. He knew how important Sole was not just to the Institute, but himself as well. They were his first love, and most definitely would be his only. “I’m ashamed of my actions, Sole.” He took off his glasses in a rare show of affection. “I hope you find it in your heart to forgive me. Though I know I do not deserve it.”

[lilith-little-world]

Sneak Peek of Chapter 3|| The Isekai’d Oracle

Sorry for being away, some shit happened and I’m finally well enough to write again, until I go and get my tonsils remove. Was a crazy few months from being sick, getting sick again, and enrolling to college. So yeah, been busy and just recently things calmed down and I finally sat down and write. Enjoy.

Also this is a rough draft and there may be some small changes to it when finished.

Your body felt numb, as the freezing cold winds surround you. The ground dark and dead. Trees twisted from the cold harsh temperatures. It felt like the freezing cold was consuming you.

You continue to travel up the frozen path. Stumbling on a sharp pillar of ice. This was oddly familiar to you as dread filled your being on what was to come next.

Where the hell are you at now?

You were in the motel room, going to bed. So how did you end up here?

The pillar of ice was thick and tall, your cloudy reflection stare back at you. The details smudge made it hard to see yourself. Though, it didn’t felt like you were. No, the colors of your clothes were different. You reach your hand to touch the ice. The closer it got, the more the reflection changed and shift. Your hand turning blue, either from hypothermia or something else completely.

Low whispers filled the air.

Muttering.

“Are you really going to let it play out like this?”

The shock of the bitter coldness burns your hand, the moment you touch the ice. You yell and pull away, looking around to see who is with you. Clutching your injured and shaking hand, trying to calm your quick breaths. The pain getting worse, as it slowly spread down your arm.

No one.

You were alone.

However, the whispering didn’t stop. It kept getting louder and louder. Trying to wrap your mind around that voice, it was yours, yet it wasn't. You tried to think more but the intangible whispers made it hard. Your eyes shoot around hoping to find the source of the whispers and voice. 

Then it clicked.

You have seen this place before.

A groan escaped from you when you felt Almond lick your cheek. She was laying on top of you. The room felt oddly cold as you slid the small dog off of you.

You sat up from the bed and yawn. Brows furrowed, rubbing your hand. The same hand, that touched the frost on the window and that ice pillar in your dreams. It didn’t hurt now, but you still felt a phantom pain to it.

That’s right, your dream…

You say they're silently, thinking. Maybe all the stress and worries on not knowing what to do when season three hits, are chewing you up more than expected. It’s not unreasonable to believe that dream means nothing and is just a projection of your fears. However, you’re literally in the show you've been obsessed over and anything is fair game now. 

Yet which was more reasonable, that being a simple nightmare or there’s a warning to it?

…

Almond lays next to you and waits patiently.

“We are going to a different motel. I am not dealing with this or the Lady Bone Demon. Fuck this shit.” 

You got up from the bed and packed the little items you have in your backpack. As much as you love the show and the characters, which you would love to meet someday. Just not the Lady Bone Demon, and you can be naïve most of the time, at least you have some common sense and take that nightmare as a sign to go hide for a while. Just until things calmed down and try to come up with a plan to do next. You had spent long enough adjusting to this new world, it’s time to go out and well— do something.

You’re not risking anything when it comes to her. Maybe that nightmare was just simply a nightmare and just a by-product of your fears. A reasonable explanation for a world, where there are no such things as magic and demons.

Sadly, you’re currently in a world where such things exist.

You pause and place the bag on your bed.

“Where can I even go?” 

Almond whines, as you mutter. You’re completely on your own, with no one to help. You have no powers and are homeless. If that dream was a sign, then for what? What can it be telling you?

And why you?

It’s not like you wished for this to happen. 

Well, not exactly…

You groan before putting on your backpack. Guess your only option currently is to go to a different motel and hope nothing dangerous happens.

“Come on, Almond we have a stressful day ahead of us.” 

You left in a hurry and Almond followed close behind. This isn’t how you wanted to start off your second chance in life. 

Your steps were loud, stomping down the stairs. Thinking about what to do. It’s not safe to stay out on the streets. Then you had to “work” for Jin and Yin. Though, you can always just not go. 

Almond barks and circles around you while walking. Letting out a sigh and picking her up. 

“I can’t be always carrying you.” Almond just snuggles closer, resting her small head on your shoulder. You felt her body relax and almost melt in your hold.

“Only for a while, I can’t carry you the whole time.”

You walk around the city, going to different parts and just trying to memorize the area. Everything was busy, cars going by, people walking into shops or restaurants, and tourists buying street food or souvenirs. 

“Maybe I should…” You let your mind wander, only for a bit. Yet it wouldn’t hurt, would it? Is it really the best choice-

You take in your surroundings and really focus. Going down streets that looked familiar.

It wouldn’t hurt to see it, right? You can be a customer. Wait do you even have enough money? No, you can deal with that later.

You continue to look around and take turns but nothing was standing out. Almond whines, and stirs a bit, confused by your sudden boost of energy.

“I just need to check something out. It’ll be quick, I promise.” 

Almond huffs and starts softly but firmly scratches your shirt.

“We are heading to a place, for a nice breakfast for once. Doesn’t that sound great? A warm, home-cooked style breakfast… can dogs even eat noodles?” You pause for a second, before continuing forward. “I’ll just buy something with meat and just give it to you.” 

Almonds squirm in your hold as you eagerly walk. You slowly realize that it's a lot harder to locate since everything is not a 2D cartoon drawing. Yet by some miracle, you see that familiar sign. You held your breath and stood there for a second. 

Are you really going to do this? I mean, isn’t this what you have been fantasizing about in your previous life? Even though it was a simple fantasy and never expected it to happen. Yesterday stressed you out, meeting the “villains” of the show was draining. 

You walk up to the small restraint. Hopefully, you’ll have enough money to pay.

Almond barks in your ear.

“Hey- calm down, you’re still in trouble. I’m not letting you go this time so you can run off.”

To your dismay, you couldn’t keep hold of the squirming dog. You had to put her down. Almond immediately turns to face you, her body outstretched. Her upper half is down on the ground, in a dog’s playing pose. She let out a loud bark and you stared down at her unimpressed.

“I’m hungry, let’s go in.”

She let out another bark.

“And we need to eat.”

She barked again but was mixed with a growl.

“Okay, you do know I can't understand you, right?”

Almond huffs.

“Come on, I know you’re hungry, cause I am. This will be fun, a nice meal.”

You stare down at the dog, who keeps her stance ready. However, her small stature made it easy to walk by the small dog. Almond keeps barking, obvious warnings.

“I’m gonna keep going and have a nice breakfast, with or without you.” You continue to walk to the small restaurant, the familiar neon sign outside, keeps pushing you forward. 

This was it, no one is going to stop you. You’re going to meet main characters of this show. 

That’s right, this is your second chance in life. Why waste it on working every second? You deserve to treat yourself and have no one to tell you “no” or that you don’t have enough time for. 

You reach the entrance, ready to enter and completely ignoring Almond’s barking. Inches away until you were swept up from your feet. Somebody throwing you over their shoulder as they ran. On instinct you let out a loud scream as the two trickster demon carry you off.

“What the- put me down!” 

“Didn’t we told you we would find you if you didn’t showed up for today’s work?” Yin said.

“And here we find you going off eating at the place our sworn enemy works at!” Jin yells a bit frustrated.

“I just wanted to eat! And- PUT ME DOWN!” You shouted back at them. Almonds barks and chase after you three down the street. As the two demons push the pedestrians aside. While you continue to scream.

“Maybe… another day… I just wanted to eat at Pigsy’s Noodles…” You whine out sadly as Yin puts you down. 

“You are not allowed to mingle with the enemy, no matter how good their food is!” Jin starts lecturing you.

“Right, enemy, which is yours and not mine! I have no problem with them.” 

“Well, you work for us now so are enemies are yours! It’s just standard business etiquette.” Yin adds.

You roll your eyes and carry Almond who was on edge by the sudden kidnapping. Her small eyes glared at the two.

“Also, please don’t ever grab me like that ever again.” You firmly said, trying to be stern with the two demons.

“Then don’t run off and mingle with the enemy! You work for us now.”

“Against my will, which I might add. Also, you didn't even haven't told me what I'll be doing and if I'm getting paid or- at least have some food for some payment. New flash, I am currently homeless.” You gesture to your bag filled with your things.

“It isn’t aren’t fault you can’t don’t have a house!” Jin goes into the abandoned building. Yin waits behind you, making sure you enter the building and not run off. You and Almond give him a hard and cold glare while entering.

“No, but if I’m going to ‘working’ for you two then I would like some sort of payment.”

You walk around trying not to step on some loose sheets of paper and destroyed photos.

“This place is a mess…” 

“And this mess is our headquarters, where we come up with our evil schemes. So show some respect.” Yin was close behind you but gave you some space. “This is the place you’re going to working in.”

“Oh how nice…” You sat at the couch. “Well… I’m hungry and it would be nice if you get me something to eat.” 

“Nope, it’s time to work and you came in late.”

“Did not and no food means no work.”

Jin and Yin whisper to one another.

“What do you want to eat?” 

You think for a moment.

“Something warm, I been feeling cold all morning.”

“Well then, your first task is to clean this whole place up while we get something to eat.” 

You didn’t get a word in as they left.

“I guess, they didn’t like my comment.” 

Almonds huff and lays down on the couch. 

“I’m not liking your attitude.” You mutter softly and begin to clean.

“What was all that yelling earlier?” Pigsy comes out of the kitchen and placing a bag on the counter. Ready to be delivered. Tang shrugs, eating. MK puts the broom away and grabs the bag.

“It’s probably nothing, you know a lot of people are yelling and screaming about something.” MK stretches a bit.

“Kid, you okay? Never seen you this quiet. Usually, you're yapping about Monkey King or yesterday's training or something.” Pigsy leans onto the counter. Resting and trying to close the distance between him and MK. While Tang listens in.

“Oh, I guess I was really focusing on work today. Ever since the training with Monkey King it feels like I’m growing a lot.”

MK says jokingly. Pigsy rolls his eyes and chuckles.

“Well, fine, you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. Go back to work and deliver those noodles.” He shrugs it off and head back to the kitchen. Tang loudly slurps his noodles.

“You should relax more MK-“ 

“Like you?” 

Tang stares at MK, unamused.

“You make it sound like a bad thing. Imagine, sitting down with a bowl of delicious noodles and just relax.” 

“Cause you don’t have a job.” 

“Excuse you, I so do have a job!”

“Can’t hear you, I’m going to deliver noodles~” MK exits the small restaurant. His happy and carefree attitude immediately disappeared. As he stares down the street. It was faint but he could still feel that faint energy pulling him.

“Remember what he said MK, just stay out of her way. This has nothing to do with you.” He said to himself and went to the tuk-tuk.

You fall onto the couch exhausted.

“Almond, is this my life now? Am I really gonna work and clean for other people all my life now? Who knows what those two want me to do to pay their little fee, which I don’t even know how much… oh am I being played here?!” 

You shoot up and stare at the tiny dog. Almond ignored you and kept lying down.

“No Almond this is serious, how am I going to get out of this? Being nice will not cut it. I really don’t know what to do, what can I do?”

Almond continues to lie, already tired from your long rant when you were cleaning the entire place.

“Maybe I can get someone to scare them off…”

There was a long since when you trailed off. 

You realize you’re doing that a lot recently. Getting lost in thought. It was a nice change than have your head empty so you didn’t need to think about how trapped you felt in your previous life. However, it’s getting annoying on how quickly your head is being filled with questions and stress.

You lay back down on the couch and sigh.

“Or I can lay around here and boss those two around.” 

You smile and let yourself relax.

“You know what, let see what comes up first. Cause right now, I’m going to stop worrying about this, enjoy my time here and go as far away from me when she shows up.”

That’s right, why need to stress about something that isn’t going to be happening for a long while?

The front door slams opens. You jolt up and stare at the two demons entering. They inspect the room while holding a plastic bag. 

“Not bad but-“ Jin starts off while looking around. “Why did you just pile our stuff into one huge pile?!” He yells at you, annoyed and angry.

“Look I tried organizing what was… going all in those piles. It’s just you two have so much junk here, there’s absolutely no place for it! Don’t go getting mad at me here! I did my job!” You raise your voice, face scrunch up in annoyance. 

“You don’t raise your voice at us, we are your bosses!” Yin quickly adds.

“Against my will! If I had the choice I would never ever want you two as my bosses!” 

They loudly gasp, as Yin tries to stammer out a response.

“And after we got you breakfast!” Jin holds up the plastic bag to you. 

Okay, maybe they weren't too bad. You never had a boss buy you breakfast before.

“Why is it half empty?!” You shout at them.

“Look we may have gone a little hungry on our way back here.” Yin shrugs, not being too bothered by it.

“Anyway, aren't you humans supposed to see it half full?” Jin stares down at you.

“Unbelievable…” You mutter to yourself, inspecting the meal. It didn’t looked like they just grabbed some frozen dish meal and warmed it up. The small meal was freshly made. Even though you were extremely hungry, it didn’t mean you would trust whatever these two bring for you to eat. 

You gather a bit of courage and took a bite. 

“So you two bought this, right?” You asked and relieve that the food was made by someone who knows how to cook. The taste of the pork chop was went surprisingly well with the rice cake.

“Of course we did! We have some standards when it comes to stealing.” Yin crossed his arms, being slightly offended by your words.

You raise a brow at him, not one bit believing them. 

“At least you got me something to eat.” It was small, but at least you got something to eat. 

‘Focus on the positives, at least there’s been more positives than your old life.’

“So what exactly am I doing? Cause I’m not going to be doing something illegal.” You state, trying to stand your ground. Jin and Yin stares at you for a moment before leading you to the door.

“How do you feel about going on a trip with us?”

[imabiscuitinthousandworlds]

As I wait for my beta to get back to me...

Okay I've never had a beta before and I love him but I'll never have a beta again bc i'm IMPATIENT but anyway I messed around with the sourceless incorrect quotes generator and I'm dying over here so. have these ig

including some things with peter as spider bc guess what! they'll also interact. yes i have three fucking fics planned

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Jean: Where did you get that tomato soup? Peter: It’s actually a bowl of ketchup I just microwaved.

Peter: What goes up but never comes down? Jean: The amount of stress you're bringing me.

Jean, shooing Peter away: Can you go be depressed over there? You’re bumming out my whole area.

Peter: Ah, Hello again. We really need to stop meeting like this. Jean: Maybe we would, if you would sTOP ILLEGALLY ENTERING MY FUCKING CRIME SCENES!!!

Peter: So I can either do something dumb that could very well get me injured or I can listen to Jean and not do the thing, Peter: Well there’s a clear right answer here. Peter: *proceeds to throw five packs of mentos into a barrel full of diet coke*

Jean: So I have made the decision to trust you. Spider: A horrible decision, really.

Peter: I'm tired. Jean: You slept for three hours last night! Why are you surprised?! Peter: I'm not surprised. I just wanted to complain about it.

Jean: They don’t make them like me no more. I’m the last of my kind. Peter: Thank god.

Spider: And then they ran into my knife. They ran into my knife ten times. Jean: You mean you stabbed them? Spider: They ran into my knife.

Jean: Do you have any idea what you’re doing? Peter: Why start now?

Peter: I love hearing Jean shouting at someone else. It makes such a nice change.

Peter, getting a full nap with a warm blanket for the first time in literal years (i WILL make it happen): You know I think my life has value. Jean: Who are you and what have you done with Peter?!

Jean: You use humor to deflect your trauma. Spider: Awww, thanks- Jean: That’s not a good thing. Spider: All I’m hearing is that you think I’m funny.

Jean, to Peter: All right, let’s tell each other a secret about ourselves. I’m going to go first– I hate you.

Jean: Why are you on fire? Spider: This is just how my day is going.

Jean: I'll offer you some friendly advice- Peter: I don't want your advice. Jean: Well, then consider it unfriendly advice, dipshit.

Jean: I've met a lot of pricks in my time, but you, Parker, are a fucking cactus.

Jean: That’s illegal, right? Peter: Why do you care? Are you a fucking cop? Jean: Kinda- Peter: Just shut the fuck up.

Jean: I should've left you on that street corner where you were standing. Peter: But ya' didn't!

Jean: Don’t go picking a fight with me. I could make your life difficult. Peter, sarcastically: Wow. I wonder what it’d be like to have a difficult life.

Kidnapper: We have your child Jean: I don’t have a child? Kidnapper: Then who just told us to fuck off and that he doesn't have time for more stupid problems? Jean: Oh god, you have Peter

Jean: Who hurt you? Peter: *snorting* What, do you want a list? Jean: ...Yes, actually.

Spider: Something’s off. Jean: Maybe you’ve finally developed human emotions and feel bad for hurting people. Spider: No, but that’s funny.

Jean: Peter, no. Peter: Peter, yes.

Peter/Spider: Treat spiders the way you want to be treated. Jean: Killed without hesitation.

[that second part would work for either tho ngl but i can't NOT have pete say the first line]

Peter: I'm bored, any suggestions? Jean: Sleeping is nice. Peter: I acknowledge your suggestion, and I’m deciding to ignore it.

Spider: It’s nice to be wanted, you know? Jean: Not by the law!

Jean: I never tell people off the bat that I'm gay. I wait. I wait until they say some homophobic shit and then I laugh and am like "you know I'm gay right?" and watch the look of terror on their face. Peter: Peter: I like you.

[Jean if he was not living in the 30s were being gay could get him fired and killed :D]

Jean: You have an impressive pain tolerance. Peter: Thanks, it's the trauma.

Jean: Where have you been all day? Peter: Oh, just dealing with things way beyond my maturity level.

Peter: Jean, I sense hostility. Jean: Good, because I hate you.

Spider being an edgy bastard: I could kill you if I wanted. Jean: Yeah? So could any other human being. So could a dog. So could a dedicated duck. You aren't special.

Jean: You're alive. Peter: No need to sound so disappointed.

Peter: You read my diary? Jean: At first I did not know it was your diary. I thought it was a very sad handwritten book.

Jean: I can't imagine what Peter is planning. But I can tell you two things. We won't like it and it won't be legal.

Jean: Ayo, what the FUCK is this?!? Spider, sitting down, surrounded by corpses: I won Mafia, that’s what.

Jean: What are you doing here? Peter: I could ask you the same question. Jean: I work here. This is my crime scene. Peter: I should probably ask you a different question.

Jean: You saved me! Why? Spider: People would think I murdered you if I didn't.

Jean: Can you pass the salt? Peter: Can you pass away? Jean: Too much salt.

[ghostiewriter]

omg i need a little smut or fluff from the risk au 👻👻

“Ow!”

“Stay still.”

“I am!” 

“You are literally about to fall off the toilet.”

“Bossy.” 

Kiara shot the boy a look before raising the antiseptic wipe to his face again, gently cleaning around the edges of the cut along his eyebrow. It had been a sneaky little puck and a very odd angle that resulted in the injury, and she knew without a doubt it probably hurt a lot more than the bruised cheek and busted lip he got from the brawl that occurred afterwards. 

But it was hard to have sympathy for the blond when he kept ripping his head away from her touch and pouting like a child. 

“Jay,” she let out a sigh of exasperation and the boy let out a whine. 

“It hurts!” 

Kiara blinked. “No shit, that’s the point.” 

JJ flashed her those puppy dog eyes that usually worked—emphasis on the usually. “Can’t you kiss it better or something?” 

“Yeah, cause nothing screams love like infecting a wound,” Kiara deadpanned before grabbing his chin in her free hand. “Stay still, I’m almost done.” 

“Do you think I’ll get a cool scar from this?” JJ asked because the blond was truly incapable of staying silent for less than thirty seconds, even if the cut on his lip was probably pulsing in pain. 

“You wish,” Kiara teased. 

“It would be kinda hot, no?” JJ murmured and wiggled his eyebrows, only to let out a small wince at the action. 

Kiara didn’t hold back her snort this time. “Yeah, real fucking sexy.” 

“You’re meant to be the doting and affectionate girlfriend who comforts me,” JJ whined like a child as his hands found the back of her thighs, keeping her locked in the position between his legs. “This isn’t doting or affectionate or comforting in the slightest.” 

Kiara’s eyes glimmered in amusement. “What is it then?” 

“Bullying,” he stated bluntly. 

“My poor baby,” she cooed softly as she leaned down to press a chaste kiss on the top of his head before moving to put away all the first aid supplies she had sprawled across the bathroom counter. 

“I know a few things that would really cheer me up,” he supplied as he leaned against the wall, watching her as she packed everything away. 

“You won the game, JJ,” she said like he could forget. 

“But I’m mourning the loss of my pretty face.” 

She turned to look at him over her shoulder. “Eh, still look pretty to me.” 

JJ’s grin was wild and primal. “Pretty enough to sit on?” 

“Nice try,” she laughed as she walked back towards him, taking his face in her hands and gently stroking the bruise on his cheek with her thumb. “You’re celibate until you’re better.” 

His eyes almost bulged out of his head. “What?!”

Kiara had the audacity to laugh at his expression. “Can’t push you too much, baby. What would the world say if I injured Harvard’s best player even more?” 

“I think your dad would be pretty happy,” JJ shrugged and quickly caught her hand before she could slap his shoulder, pressing a kiss to her palm. “Kidding.” 

“You’re hilarious, Maybank,” she murmured with a shake of her head. 

“You still fell in love with me regardless, baby,” the boy grinned, the action so boyish and adorable she couldn’t help but smile back. 

“Yeah, I did,” she said with a sigh. “C’mon, go get changed and I’ll get us some food. I wanna watch the next episode of Criminal Minds before Eli and Jo catch up.”

JJ watched her leave the bathroom with parted lips. “You didn’t wait for me to say I love you back!” 

“Oh please, my ego isn’t as fragile as yours, baby,” she called out from beyond the bathroom and the boy could only snort in response. “But I won’t stop you from saying it now.” 

“I love you, Kie!”

“I know!” 

“Minx,” he murmured under his breath with a laugh.

[yandere-sins]

I'm sure you're probably tired of talking about it, but how /would/ Atreo respond to a darling who wasn't getting pregnant? Like if they were unable to or too sickly to maintain it? I feel like he's the type of dick to blame them for everything and try to convince them to do better as though that's actually something they had control over lmao

(I’m sorry, you waited like the longest time for a response ;;) 

I’m not tired of you guys being interested in Atreo, so no worries and I’ll happily oblige! I actually had to look up if sharks have a habit of forcing partners regardless of their ability to conceive (you know age and the like, I think dolphins are more dangerous in that aspect tho) but I didn’t get a 100% answers to my questions, so this is my vague headcanon not based on reality.

At first he'd probably keep trying and trying no matter how much its explained to him that it's impossible. He'd get more desperate and aggressive over the topic and it'll create a real sore spot for him for sure. In that aspect he'd probably demand they work harder to catch all of his release and open up for him, but no matter what he does, he can't escape reality.

Atreo will definitely go through a depression of sorts, his dreams crushed (like his darling) and he might neglect and avoid them in that time until they come to him, begging for care and apologizing. Seeing them distraught (about having to suffer more) probably will cause him to realize he's not the only one in pain about their non-existing family (it's denial) so he'll promise them he'll take 'care of it'.

By stealing someone elses pup.

The parents might survive... if they are cooperative.

See that's almost as if they have a family. Even if the child now suffers too and the darling now has a strange, aggressive, sharp-toothed baby in their arms and their stomach is still empty. In fact, darling has two strange, aggressive, sharp-toothed babies now and if they are not careful, Atreo will add one each year... like an anniversary gift. Once again, the great Atreo solved the problems occuring in his nest and can now go back to devote his time to his darling and now child. Hurray!

Honestly, he wasn’t that big of a deal. He could potentially be of the same pack as the three orcas of the orca tribe (orcas have fucking large packs I didn’t know that before, like 40), but I haven’t planned shit on that story yet and I don’t plan to very soon. And unless I plan a fight scene in the future (which I don’t know yet if I want), it’ll be unlikely he’ll be mentioned again. Ever. Please don’t get hung up on the details, I am happy to discuss headcanons/Atreo/stuff like that and add to them, but please don’t be pushy about new content.

[bbcphile]

Ohhhhhh (AKA. Happy Anniversary to Me: Escape from the Mold House Edition)

The last week has been A Struggle and while there has definitely been plenty of Bad Shit going on (bad medical news about a friend, having a retraumatizing medical experience, some rough anniversaries of other things that brought up trauma memories, and learning that my gallbladder is very likely a ticking time bomb and btw, everyone please cross your fingers it doesn't rupture and go septic?), it didn't feel like it was quite at the level of Bad Enough (by my incredibly warped standards from too many decades of trauma) to warrant how much of a tailspin I was in.

Well. Now I have figured out the missing piece and am feeling SO MUCH BETTER.

But holy shit, the expression "The body keeps score" is so damn accurate, because of course my body was freaking the fuck out about a very traumatic anniversary that I had conveniently temporarily blocked out even though it was only two years ago (oh dissociative disorders).

To learn about the "My Apartment Almost Killed Me" Saga, keep reading below.

Soooo, here's the backstory: in May of 2022, my health, which had been rapidly tanking over the previous 9 months, took a dramatic nose dive. I was either sleeping or nearly passed out most of the time and couldn't walk across the living room without basically keeling over face first onto the ground because my muscles would go on strike, and then I would have to lie there, unable to move, until @sufficientlylargen could literally pick me up off the ground and put me on the sofa, because the muscle weakness was so bad I couldn't even lift my head or push myself up to my elbows. I had also been in and out of the ER with stroke-like symptoms, but none of the members of my medical team could figure out what was wrong. It was terrifying.

Until one day, at the very end of May, I realized I had been walking without falling over at PT and then stopped being able to walk as soon as I walked into our apartment. I repeated the experiment a few times, and realized that yep, there was definitely something in the apartment that was mostly responsible for whatever the hell was happening. We packed a bag for me and found a friend who let me crash at their place for a week while we hired an air quality expert to come and test our place. It turns out that we had 2 feet of stachybotrys mold growing up the walls of our basement, and the combination of neurotoxins from the stachybotrys plus my MCAS was literally poisoning and killing me. Over the next few weeks, we got rid of 85% of our belongings (including several hundred books, all our clothes, some of my favorite xmas ornaments growing up, which were just about the only happy things about my childhood, and most of our furniture) because we couldn't clean them enough to keep me from keeling over when I was exposed to them, packed everything else (on the porch--because I couldn't go inside--after soaking it all in ammonia so we wouldn't bring any spores into our new place), and simultaneously house and apartment hunted to try to find a place we could move into ASAP because I was supposed to be having neurosurgery in over a month and needed a place to recuperate, and every minute we delayed was a risk I'd permanently lose function due to nerve/brain/spinal column damage. (Things were made more difficult by the fact that there was a non-zero chance I could be paralyzed by the surgery so we needed to find an apartment that didn't have stairs in case I couldn't walk.) There was other drama during this time, too (eg. my new neurologist, who I had been waiting 9 months to see, closed her practice the day before my appointment with her without making any referrals, my new PCP accused me of drug-seeking when I was trying to make pain management plans for after my surgery, etc. etc.), which didn't help. But at least, within 2 weeks of moving out of the Mold House, as we'd dubbed it, I started being able to walk more than a few blocks and to even just think about writing again (and, ya know, also regularly speak complete sentences, since sometimes the neurotoxins had taken that, too), so we knew that we'd made the right decision.

Anyway, the good news is, we found a place and moved in on July 6th, so we only had to spend a month and a bit living in friends' guest rooms, hotels, and airbnbs with our two cats (one of whom developed a UTI and ear infection from the stress and mold, so we were also medicating her), and we were able to postpone my neurosurgery until February, and the neurosurgery was a success, which is why I'm alive and able to do things like write meta and fic again!

All this to say, I hadn't realized until I saw a thing about it on FB Memories (lol) that it had been 2 years since my apartment was literally killing me and I was abjectly terrified. And it never fails to amaze me that my body (and some parts of my mind) clearly remember anniversaries like that even if I don't, because my anxiety will be through the roof and I will be having more flashbacks about Unrelated Trauma Things and just generally feeling like my resilience is at about half its normal level. My working theory is that those aspects that remember the anniversary assume it's happening again and I never got out (oh emotional flashbacks. How I hate you.), and it's only once I make the connection consciously and can reflect on 1. how terrible it was (yay validation?) and 2. the fact that it's over and I survived through sheer stubbornness and good research skills (again) that I can get back to my baseline and things (like writing) become so much more fun and easier.

Last reflection on this shitshow: last year, I was too busy recovering from my neurosurgery to notice what I was feeling about the 1 year anniversary of the Escape From The Mold House (or at least, if I had any reflections on it, I don't remember them), but I'd guess it was probably still too upsetting and traumatizing for me to be ready to look at the memories directly. But right now, at least, I'm really proud of myself. I mean, all of that was horrifying and traumatizing, and I wouldn't wish it on ANYONE, but I'm really proud of myself for saying 'fuck this, something is wrong, and I think I know what, and I am going to solve it because I can, and I refuse to die like this.' I sometimes forget that under all the anxiety and trauma and insecurity, I am fundamentally incredibly stubborn, determined, confident in my opinions, and willing to fight for myself.

I'm hoping I can hold onto that reminder as I go forward, especially depending on what I learn about whether my gallbladder is in fact a ticking time bomb. I can and will argue with my doctors to take this seriously if I have to; I just don't want to need to.

[eclipsedcrystalstar]

“Dad you can’t be serious-“ Tristan tried calming down her angry father, with Hope standing behind her completely silent.

“I AM SERIOUS! I want both of you out of my house, now. You’re both 19, I don’t have to do shit for you anymore!” Their father shouted, Hope began to try to argue with their dad, but it seemed of no use. He noticed his father’s anger might soon turn to physical violence and could tell that they weren’t going to be able to stay.

“Alright dad just, let us get some things alright?” Hope looked to their sister who nodded, they both wanted to get out of there now.

They had somewhat been preparing for this, both had backpacks filled with sentimental items. They hadn’t packed any essentials because they already set up a place to go if this happened. Hope looked over at her sister as she heard the sound of Tristan making a call.

“Hey Tempest? Yeah we’re coming over” “Car troubles? It’s only a fifteen minute walk, you shouldn’t have to drive us” “See ya soon Tempest”

Hope was busy gathering more stuff, taking the blanket off his bed and stuffing a few other items into his bag. They waited by the door for Tristan, doing their best to keep their composure at getting kicked out.

“Alright, let’s go” Tristan walked with her twin out the door. Hope immediately felt a chill when walking outside, and looking up couldn’t see the moon through all the clouds. She felt a bit worried but Tristan seemed to pick up on that.

“Don’t worry, in case anything happens I stole this from dad” Tristan had one of their dad’s pistols with her. They never really liked guns, but each had gotten an open carry permit as a ‘gift’ from their father.

Hope walked with his twin, things seemed bearable until 4 minutes into the 15 minute walk. The downpour started quickly, and the siblings quickly took cover beneath a bridge. They both knew it wouldn’t be safe to continue walking through the rain, especially with how cold it was.

They did their best to get on dry clothes, with one twin holding up blankets to block the view from passers by. Hope wrapped their blanket around themselves after both were in dry clothes and sat down against a pillar of the bridge.

“Hey Tempest, we’re going to be late, yeah caught in the rain. I’m calling Mahlon to pick us up”

Hope could see Tristan end the call with Tempest and start a new one with Mahlon. After a few minutes Tristan had walked to a farther side of the underpass out of view to check the street signs to let Mahlon know where they were.

Hope was pressed against the pillar with their blanket over them, enjoying the scene of the rain. Sure it was bad to get wet right now, but she did find the rain itself calming.

Hope was focused on the leaves, how the water dripped from them. The crashing of water to the ground from the downpour creating a comfortable static. A static that didn’t let her hear the rustling of the leaves to her side, or the muttering of the animatronic behind them.

It took them a moment to register being thrown to the ground, and the sharp pain in their side. Hope shouted before anything, eyes closed in pain. They could hear Tristan shouting and getting closer, although none of the specific words could be processed by their brain.

He finally opened his eyes and looked up at the attacker, who was still mercilessly tearing into his flesh. Hope didn’t ever think he’d see this face in real life. That show seemed so disconnected from them even if they talked to Solar.

Yet here one of the beasts of the show was. Bloodmoon. She couldn’t feel her right arm anymore, and was rapidly feeling faint. Her shouting was muted as claws ripped her throat. Hope closed her eyes, knowing this would be the last time she did.

The last thing Hope heard was a shout from Tristan and a gunshot. The ringing in his ears only subsiding when the world went quiet.

———————————————————-

Tristan quickly got on the phone, she couldn’t hear the operator and made that clear. Repeating the street and bridge they were at and saying their sibling got attacked by a wild animal but that she shot at the animal and it ran away.

Tristan knew exactly what attacked her sibling, she had seen them clear as day despite everything, but she needed to not seem crazy to give Hope any chance at survival.

They wrapped Hope in the blanket the best they could, trying to keep pressure and blood in. Tristan knew it was almost pointless, his body was torn open way too much, but she had to try. They’d never forgive themselves if they didn’t try to save Hope.

When the paramedics arrived Tristan was a mess, muttering reassurances of life to their already dead sibling. She was pulled away from the body and Hope was pronounced dead, they were gone. No attempt at resuscitation was made, as the injuries weren’t survivable, and he was even missing one of his lungs.

Tristan did her best to answer questions, keeping her lie of it being an animal. The questions had to be written down, as it would be a few hours before her hearing started to come back.

When Mahlon showed up they were questioned as well. After a while both were allowed to leave. Tristan took all of Hope’s stuff with her, even the blanket, as much as it hurt to see the object stained with her siblings blood, she couldn’t bear to leave it there.

They didn’t bother going to Tempest’s house. Mahlon’s parents didn’t say anything when they came in, just gave a look of sympathy to both of them as they went to Mahlon’s room. After a while they group called the others, Mahlon being the only coherent one of the two despite also sobbing.

Tristan only fell asleep after crying for hours, exhaustion from all that happened finally catching up to her.