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Humans Are Feral: Part 2
Wow, I did not expect that last post to be received so well, and so fast. Thanks so much to all those who left awesome comments, reblogs and notes. And since it was received so well, I decided to go ahead and write the part two I’ve been thinking about since part one.
So, humans can vicious and absolutely feral at times. Our society often criticizes such behavior, referring to it as “acting like an animal.” And don’t get me started on how humans love to make themselves seem important by separating ourselves from the rest of the animal kingdom whether from religious belief or simple egotism. But our animal instincts are still a part of us, even though they have been suppressed through hundreds of years of societal evolution. The biggest example of these primal instincts is the fight or flight response. This is one we commonly experience in day to day situations, however small they may seem. From situations like: being in a crowded room and feeling the urge to run because of overwhelming social anxiety. Or being at the in-laws and they make a rude comment, and you just want to snap back or run out of the house. But you suppress those feelings in order to appear “civilized/normal.” Just some tidbits on human psychology I think about a lot.
But that thing that I mostly think about is how we react in extremely stressful and dangerous situations. One’s in which we perceive are life-threatening. I have been put in a situation where I was nearly fighting for my life, and I remember the wildness I felt. There were no verbal thoughts in my head, nothing I remember being normal. All I could feel was this kind of fear-rage in which I was scared as hell, but also angry because I was scared. I remember the adrenaline and the realization that if I was going to die, I was going to fight with everything I had. Which, looking back, seems kind of strange. Many animals often give up if they realize they’re going to die. But humans don’t. Any kind of hope, any kind of need to fight and survive is all we need to keep going. We rarely just give up.
Imagine:
A ship of imperial soldiers of the Fiuldarian Empire had sighted the Star Chaser. All crew had done their best to push the ship to her point, trying to outrun the imperial flagship. But it was no use. Within a few ticks they had been flown down and anchored. But the soldiers never boarded, which scared Captain Din:ai. She stood in the control room before her holoscreens, staring with fear-blown eyes. The imperial ship never sent a communications, nor did it fire any weapons. She had no idea what was going to happen.
Until something did happen.
From the comm, Equaloi’s high-pitched screams shattered the tense silence. The feathered Unaga’o cried out something in their native tongue before a wet gargle cut his voice. His comm cut off, but not before a strange clicking and growl were heard. All in the room stood still, antenna, fur, and scaly plates twitching with anticipation. All eyes stared up at the Captain, awaiting her orders. Or reassurance. Something. But the tall Diralo stood as still as her crew, three-fingered hands balled tightly.
The comm went off again, making several in the room jump. This time heavy breathing sounded. “I just found Equaloi and Fir’nad.” Alex Risach, the only human among Din:ai’s crew. They sounded unnervingly calm, but there was something off about their voice. “They’re not…alive. And they’re all over the place.” Din’ai drew in a sharp breath, her breathing cavities in her chest whistling lowly. Two dead. But not from soldiers.
Din:ai pressed the receiver. “What do you mean by ‘all over the place’?”
“I mean,” Alex said. “That they are in pieces. Torn apart.” Alex’s next sentence made Din:ai’s blood grow cold. “Imperial soldiers did not do this.” Din:ai remained silent, thinking desperately about what to do. Her long kallocks of experience did not prepare her for this situation. Because as much as she wished to deny it, the last few minutes made it clear what was going on. Something was aboard the Star Chaser. And it was extremely dangerous.
“Risach, listen to me. You must make your way to the control room. Any crew you find must follow these same instructions. Whatever is aboard is extremely dangerous, and must not be approached until we know what it is. Do you copy?” There was silence on the other side. Din:ai grew tenser with every quiet second. “Risach, do you copy?”
A click of the comm. And an alien screeching. Angry words could be heard in a human language, one Din:ai did not recognize as a common tongue. Then a feral scream, one that had the scales along Din:ai’s back arching in terror. Every crew member listened in rapt attention, all trying to imagine what was going on behind the sounds.
Then Alex’s voice screaming above the commotion.
“GET SHIT ON MOTHERFUCKER!” A howling squeal followed. A click as the comm turned off. Another click as it turned back on. “On my way to the control room. I recommend all weapons off safety and for everyone to take cover. This thing is mean and ugly as sin.” Their heavy breathing didn’t hide the deep gruffness in their voice. Din:ai pushed away the observation. She could worry about deciphering human language tones later.
She reached under her command center, grabbing the firearm she had hidden earlier. All other crew in the room followed suit. Din:ai pulled up a hole map of the ship, centering in on Alex’s orange-dotted life signal. And the life signal following them. The label above the beeping red dot read ‘unknown’. Both signals were closing in on the command room’s eastern doorway. The giant Diralo captain signaled to all crew present to aim their weapons at the door.
“Anything non-human coming through that door gets shot, understood?” Nods and chirps of agreement. The room became quiet once more, the atmosphere thick with fear-scent. Then sounds could be heard beyond the door. A strange clicking-screeching drowned out everything. Din:ai jerked when banging sounded on the other side of the door. Alex’s voice muffled through the walls.
“OPEN IT!” Din:ai shouted. Yugi, a derumo juvenile who was closest to the door, hit the controls beside it. The door slide upward, exposing the dim hallway and the blood-covered human behind it. Alex sprinted through, turning to aim their weapon at the open doorway.
Then the creature appeared. All recoiled at the sight. Alex spoke true. It was immensely ugly. It resembled a Terran arachnid, long spindly legs supporting a large, hulking body that stood just above Alex’s height. But that is where similarities ended. It was covered in black chitinous armor, spiked and sharp. A pair of spindly arms with elongated claws sat beneath its head. It’s head swayed low, its mouth shaped like a five pointed star shape, teeth covering every flesh surface. Beady black eyes stared from its skull, reflecting the light beaming down. It screeched and charged toward Alex. The crew opened fire.
The gunfire seemed to stop it for a moment before it grew confident again. Because the barrage of bullets and energy weapons barely dented its thick black armor. The clawed arms beneath its head rose to protect its eyes from the oncoming assault.
The gunfire began to lessen as ammo was lost, and the creature noticed. With its head shielded, it approached through the fire storm. That’s when a cloud of fire billowed over it. It screeched and fell back. Alex stalked forward, their weapon drawn against their shoulder, and let loose another bout of streaming flame. The creature retreated, it’s clicks an incessant stream of fearfulness.
“I am so glad I grabbed my flamethrower instead!” Alex shouted. Many of the crew realized their weapons were not effective against the creature, backing under their respective shelters beneath command boards.
Alex’s weapon sputtered and lost its flame. A curse under their breath and they scrambled to reload. But they weren’t fast enough. The creature sprang forward in the moment of weakness and latched its jaws around Alex’s leg. Alex screamed as the beast tore into flesh, red blood spattering on the white floors. It but down and began dragging Alex away, swinging and throwing them around. Alex screamed and cursed in their human tongue, beating at the creature’s head with their weapon.
The weaponless crew could only watch as their human crew mate battled a seemingly hopeless war. Some had run to the western doors, opening them and running away into the depths of the ship.
Din:ai was of the few that stayed, aiming a nearly empty energy gun at the armored beast. She was horrified watching as Alex was tossed about. But what more surprised her was the continued struggle on Alex’s part. They didn’t stop. They continued to beat down upon the creature’s head, screaming and kicking with their free leg at any exposed hide. Even as more blood was lost they fought back.
And Din:ai felt some of her courage, if not shame, return watching the small human fight. She aimed her gun, locking onto the beast’s one exposed weakness: it’s eyes. The black beady things were covered with it’s strange claws, shielding itself from the onslaught of Alex’s flamethrower. The creature was snarling as it dragged Alex, but Alex was snarling back. Din:ai, waiting for an opening, watched as Alex dug the flamethrower beneath the creatures contorted claws, letting go and tearing at it face with their own hands. Their fingers tore wildly, landing on the creatures jaws, trying to part the cage of flesh and teeth latched to their leg. Alex was able to tear away one of the creature’s jaw flaps and pulling with all their strength, ripped it off. Din:ai’s eyes widened. The creature screamed, and Alex screamed back.
The pain the creature was experiencing caused it to lose focus. It’s claws dropped, exposing its eyes. Din:ai took the shot. The wet, electrical sound of an energy discharge into flesh was heard. The creature stopped screaming. Instead it contorted and struggled. Alex was dropped, rolling away and clutching their leg. The creature continued its death throes for a moment more, then its legs curled together and it slumped to the ground, becoming still.
When Din:ai was sure the creature was dead, she crawled down to Alex. The human was clinging to their leg, clutching the horrific wound still leaking blood. Din:ai leaned over them tearing of her clothing covering her torso. She went to move Alex’s hands, but the deep growl the human made caused her to freeze. Din:ai had never heard such sounds come from humans, nor did she know they could do such things. They sounded as ugly as the creature’s. She stared down at Alex.
“Please remove your hands. We need to stifle the bleeding.” Alex stared up at her with large eyes, the white around the brown irises strangely animalistic. Scared and wild. Their chest was heaving, breath loud and raspy. They growled again, baring their teeth in a ugly grimace, then exhaling and letting their hands drop. Din:ai surveyed the wound before wrapping it. The beast had torn the flesh away from the bone, the off-white color unnatural underneath the red flesh. Bits of skin and meat hung from the wound, held together by the thinnest of muscle sinew. It was terrible.
Din:ai wrapped it, ignoring the red blood collecting on her hands. She instead focused on Alex’s wellbeing. “You are extraordinary.” She said. “I always wondered why you humans are held in such high regard. You should not be alive after that beast had you in its jaws.”
Alex snorted. “I’m from Australia.” They grunted, grimacing in pain. “I’ve seen bigger fuckers than that thing. Dealt with worse than that thing.”
Din:ai did not doubt her colleague’s words.
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Wow this was fun. This is the kind of stuff I like to write. Horror-thriller short stories with a little bit of badassery sprinkled in. Thank you again to everyone who bombarded my phone with notifications about how liked my first post was. That was wild. Brought me back to my Wattpad days. If anyone has any suggestions for future story prompts, I may or may not use it. I love writing about how humans can be stupid badasses, it brings in the serotonin. This blog might even become more sci-fi short stories with “humans are space orcs/Australians/insane” prompts. Dunno. lets see what happens.
#humans are terrifying#humans are weird#humans are crazy#humans are insane#humans are deathworlders#humans are space australians#humans are space orcs#humans are fucking feral if you fuck with a cat#humans#my writing#writing#writing inspiration#writing prompt#I’m serious my phone wouldn’t stop fucking going off#I kept trying to silence it but it wouldn’t work#God help me please#short story#flash fiction#My phone is still going off why are you all still on this dying app#humans are feral series
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gojo scribbling on ur face when ur asleep
warnings: fluff, nothing tbh
a/n: I'm gonna make a nsfw or sfw alphabets for characters so please send some requests!!!
synopsis: gojo gets his revenge by drawing on ur face :)
divider creds: animatedglittergraphics-n-more
"baby im not going anywhere, im just going to take a nap." you tell your clingy boyfriend for the millionth time. "don't leave mee! I'll be alone by myself!!" satoru whines as he tugs on your arm. you roll your eyes at him "toru let me sleep!" you wailed while trying to pull his hand off your arm. satoru pouts dramatically "oh so you don't love me anymore?" he exclaims, crossing his arms dramatically. you groan with defeat, "I still love you I just want a nap, goodnight!" you say as you close the bedroom door in his face. Satoru sighs loudly, making sure you could hear him. he wanted to make the situation seem more depressing then it actually was. he was offended, how could you do this to him? he needed a way to get you back. after seconds of thinking he knew exactly how to get you back.
squeeeek! the market drags on your cheek. satoru covers his mouth with his hand, not wanting to wake up because of his laughter. it was all too funny. you see, satoru thought the best way of getting revenge was to draw all over your face with a marker while you were asleep. your face was now decorated with small stars, hearts, and dicks. very mature. poor you, asleep not knowing what was going on, but oh well you shouldn't have left satoru all alone.
satoru pulls his phone out, ready to take a photo and as he clicks the button, a loud SNAPP echoes throughout the room, the flash hitting you right in the eye. his dumbass left his flash and sound on. you wake up confused "w-what is happening? baby why are you here?" you ask very startled and confused, still groggy. satoru begins to answer by saying "so y-" before he busts out laughing loudly. you stare at him, too tired for his bullshit. but then you notice the black sharpie in his hand. then it all clicks to you. "satoru gojo. I swear on my life if you fucking-" you warn while you snatch his phone from his hand and open the camera app. your then greeted with your face. covered in small dick drawings with some hearts and stars. satoru is still dying of laughter, not noticing the way you were tying your hair up, ready to pounce on him. satoru finally stops laughing and looks back at you, only to see you getting ready to beat his ass.
"WAIT NO IM SORRY MY LOVE, STOPP!!"
#jjk x reader#jjk gojo#jjk fluff#jjk#gojo x reader#gojou satoru x reader#gojo fluff#satorugojo#satoru x reader
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Lights out
pairing: charles leclerc x reader
summary: after returning from a triple header where you accompanied your boyfriend Charles, you find a surprise in the apartment.
warnings: none
notes: this is the first fanfic I write, I hope to improve over time, any type of interaction is welcome < 3
After a triple header which your boyfriend practically begged for you to acompany him, you were certenelly glad to be back in your home in Mónaco.
"I'm dying to return to my bed, tou will never take me out of it again" you dramaticalized in your way stairs up to your apartment.
"I don't see a problem with that" he teased, making you chucked at his statement.
"No, but really, I, of course, had the idea of a tour like that being tiring but it's incredibly exausting, my love, I'm going to plan a relaxing week for you to recharge your energies".
It was the first time you get to witnessed a triple header first hand with him, due to your last job being so demanding that you got to lost the oportunity to join him in that kind of trips multiple times, so now, seeing how bad those kind of shows could affected him, you thought it was the least you could do to help him since he had been nothing but a wonderful boyfriend to you.
"Thank you, chérie, but all I need is you and a good amount of pasta, that Andrea should never heard of" he joked back to you.
It was kind of cute how he always, being the nicest person you've ever met, tried to dismiss any kind of attention to him and light it off with a joke, too humble for his own good, and even though sometimes those actitudes freaked you out, that as a part of his personality was also something you loved about him.
Trying to get ahead of him so that you could plan the following days taking advantage of the ideas that came to your mind, you made a short run until you reached the door of your home, you opened it nimbly and carelessly dumped your luggage, now focusing on finding the light switch
"Fuck" you said when you realized that there was no light in the room.
"What happened, cherie?" asked confused Charles as he tried to enter the room by dodging the luggage spread on the floor.
"I'll tell you in a minute".
The lack of electricity in the place also puzzled you, so you left your boyfriend at the entrance and went to each room to check and realize that they were all in the same condition. Still confused, you did a mental recap trying to find an answer to this situation, when an idea came to your mind, so you took your phone out of your pocket and clicked on the banking app.
"Oh" was all that came out of your mouth when you realized you never made the payment.
Sharing a house is a great commitment, which undoubtedly tests the duration of relationships, which is why since Charles proposed to do it, you tried to work on delegating responsibilities to each other and thus avoid feeling that you are invading his personal space. The problem here is that paying for electricity is something that was up to you, and you had no problem doing it since Charles spent most of his time flying, in the factory or racing, you considered it fair that this task fell on you. being the one who spent most of his time in the apartment.
You thought you made the payment a few days ago, but when you checked your bank account you realized that you never completed the transaction, which you embarrassingly confessed to your boyfriend.
He looked at you curiously, then chuckled and burst out laughing, "Oh, mon amour, of course you did".
Your first reaction was to be embarrassed by everything that happened, but upon hearing his melodious and contagious laugh you had no choice but to laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation as well.
You both ended up leaning back on the couch, giggling. "Oh god, i love you" stated Charles as he ran a hand contouring your face.
"Even when i make your house look like a tunnel?" you teased while excessively batting your lashes.
"Even when you leave Monte Carlo in completly darkness" at that, you lightly smacked his arm, earning a giggle from him.
Thank you so much for reading it, it was a weird idea that I got yesterday, hope you liked it <3
#charles leclerc x you#charles leclerc x reader#charles leclerc imagine#charles leclerc fluff#f1 x reader#f1 imagine#f1 fluff#charles leclerc one shot#cl16 x reader
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excerpt from the one where omega!Jason gets knocked up and accidentally goes home about it:
if you never see me again, it was possibly tim but probably damian who did me in, he types out resignedly. in which case, either fair or fair play
ok but what if it was dick tho?? Roy asks.
then i want you to burn down this whole fucking city in my fucking name, Jason says.
it would be our honor, loveliest, Kori says hopefully not too sincerely.
Then again, "burned down by a sexy alien on a vengeance bender" is a lot better of an end than Gotham really deserves at this point. And anyway, Jason's not gonna tell Kori how to live her life.
He puts his burner away and looks up at the manor. The lights are on, obviously. It's getting dark, so why wouldn't they be?
He still really wants that stupid cookie.
Jason sighs again, then gets off his bike. He'll just go up and knock, and if no one's too busy to answer then he'll just . . . go in for a little while. That's all.
Technically he has a key, but he's never fucking used it and he's never fucking going to, outside of a possible life or death emergency.
This isn't his home. Not anymore.
So yeah. He's not gonna use that key.
Jason walks up to the door.
It smells like Bruce has touched it. Not especially recently–not any more recently than this morning, at least–but still. It smells like Bruce has touched it.
Which it obviously would. It always does. Bruce is the pack alpha, after all. He scents this door all the damn time. It's always smelled like him. This stupid fucking door has smelled like it belongs to Bruce for a lot longer than Jason ever got to.
It smells like Alfred has touched it too. And Dick, and Damian, and Duke, and . . .
Fuck, he can even smell Selina on it.
No trace of himself, though.
He hasn't been in Gotham, Jason reminds himself. He hasn't been in Gotham and he doesn't belong in the manor anyway and this isn't his home anymore.
So it shouldn't hurt, that this stupid fucking door doesn't smell like him.
It really shouldn't.
It shouldn't, but . . . but he still feels off, kind of, and he just . . . he isn't really . . .
He feels off.
Really, really off.
The door is really bothering him. And he really wants a cookie. And . . . and something . . .
Something's wrong. He's forgetting something.
Is he forgetting something?
Jason frowns to himself and pulls out his burner again. Checks the notes app. Checks his calendar. Checks his . . .
Wait.
Jason stares at his apps.
Stares at his cycle tracker, which he hasn't opened all month.
Or all of last month.
Stress heat, he reminds himself. Stress heats throw off people's cycles all the time. And he's never been all that regular anyway, really, especially since dying and getting dumped in the pit.
Except he's been being an absolute fucking emotional lunatic for weeks now and he already misses Roy and Kori after three lousy days and he came to the fucking manor without even fucking meaning to and . . .
Fuck.
Fuck.
Jason, very calmly, unlocks the front door with the key he's never once used. Then he bolts into the manor and beelines for the second-nearest bathroom, because Bruce is always over-prepared and that's the one where they always used to keep the pads and tampons and birth control and fucking pregnancy tests.
And still is, apparently.
Jason finds a test. He takes the test.
He sits down to wait for the test.
He doesn't think a single damn thing, because it'd be pointless. He doesn't have all the information. No point in catastrophizing when he doesn't even know anything yet.
So he doesn't think.
The timer on Jason's phone flashes. He looks at the test.
It's positive.
And if it's accurate, then doing the math, "bred" has got to be bleeding into his scent by now. Which Roy and Kori were probably already subconsciously noticing at least a week ago, so no fucking wonder they've been talking about their fucking feelings in the middle of fucking kill floors and saying they want to fucking mate him and won't stop sexting and fussing over him.
Shit.
He's pregnant. He's pregnant and he probably fucking smells pregnant and he's in the fucking manor like this.
He really is the stupidest motherfucker alive or dead.
. . . and he's pregnant.
Jason snaps the test in half and buries it in the bathroom trash and just . . . thinks. Or tries to think, at least. He's pregnant, and he was stupid enough to let himself come to the manor like he's actually a part of this pack–like he's a fucking traditionalist or a romantic coming home to present his pack with his pups and nest up with them all safe and protected until he whelps. Like this pack would even want his pups, much less to put up with him and all his bullshit for that long.
God, he's such an idiot.
He should've fucking known. He should've just gone to the opposite side of the goddamn planet and denned down there and blocked Roy and Kori's numbers and deleted all the Bats' and broken his phone for good measure. He should've paid more attention to taking his birth control on time while he was on the road and not begged Roy and Kori to knot him raw for his heat no matter how good it'd felt. He should've . . . he should've . . .
He should've . . .
Jason paces from one end of the bathroom to the other. He paces back the other way. He thinks about panic-texting Roy and Kori for advice or sneaking out to get an abortion before anyone can find out he's bred or never telling anyone this happened ever or running away to Talia or having a fucking anxiety attack on the fucking bathroom floor.
He thinks, very briefly, about going and presenting the pack with his pups.
Like he's an absolute fucking moron or something.
But he thinks about it, and once he's thought about it . . . once he's considered it . . .
Jason twists his hands together. Jason paces the bathroom. Jason grits his teeth.
Jason thinks about presenting the pack with his pups.
Presenting the Wayne pack with his pups.
Not the Bat pack.
His hands fist against his sides.
#jason todd#red hood#batfamily#batman#red hood and the outlaws#a/b/o#rinfic#long post#not sfw#wip: jason goes home
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✮ BLONDIE : PT 2
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↳ nick sturniolo x masc reader
↳ words - 1961
↳ summary - you’ve been having a hard time realizing and accepting the fact that you’re gay, and in love with your best friend. you try to ignore the feelings but that only makes everything worse until you can’t hide it anymore.
↳ contains - swearing, use of y/n, angst, crying, verbal fighting, idrk 😭 [READ PT 1 - PT 3]
↳ song - blondie by current joys
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days after and nick hasn’t texted me since. no more random tiktok’s, no more check ins, just complete nothingness now. i don’t blame him of course, i’d do the same if he was being as shitty as me right now. but honestly i miss those texts so so much, even if i rarely responded to him, or more so i miss the texts we had before all this stupid shit started.
but again, i truly don’t even know when it all started, it was so easy to just brush this off these feelings and whatever as a friend thing before and not think of it too much. why can’t it just be a friend thing now?
actually i think ive just accepted it all at this point though. i love him and no it’s not just a friend thing, it’s way more and it always has been way more. sure i might wish it wasn’t, but it is and i know it is and i cant just ignore it.
i’m not even trying to get rid of it anymore, i don’t have the strength for hiding it. honestly i think if i kept trying to get rid of it, it wouldn’t even work. obviously i still won’t tell him, or anyone, unless he pries it out of me. i know he doesn’t feel the same and i doubt he even looks at me as a friend anymore.
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i continue repeating my own sad cycle of doing nothing but staying in bed, hiding myself from the world… without nick. i still check up on his socials, being the weird stalker that i am and looking at all the story’s and snapchats he posted of himself, he looks just fine without me, of course.
i lay in bed, staring at my phone to avoid looking at the mess around my room. i scroll and scroll, starting to see a weird amount of videos of people taking care of themselves or videos of people ‘spring cleaning’.
i scroll away, i really don’t need to see people functioning completely fine right now, it’s like their taunting me, laughing at me. but the videos just keep coming back, haunting me, laughing at me. all i see through my scrolling cycle is random ass dog videos, cleaning and organizing videos, or nick edits… and that’s exactly what i need.
i let out a loud sigh, slightly rolling my eyes then rolling over to my other side, having my blanket wrap around me. i choose to just swipe off the app and throw my phone to the side of me before closing my eyes and just trying to get some sleep. that way those videos, my stupid feelings, and not even nick can haunt my mind anymore.
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my eyes flicker open, the sun shining directly in my face and i finally decide to actually do something good for myself and go out for a walk when the sun and clear weather is still out, it’s been raining almost the whole time i’ve seen dying in my room alone.
i slowly move myself up to sit, leaning my back on the wooden headboard behind me and sitting on some pillows below that cushion me. i stretch out my arms in front of me, yawning and running my fingers through my hair to fix the shaggy mess.
i move myself off my bed, stand up then fixing my off center shirt and trying to flatten out a few wrinkles. i throw the blanket that covered me to the side and decide to just throw the shirt and pants that i wear off me -actually putting them somewhere other than on the floor too- i pick out a clean outfit, already feeling way less gross, it’s the small things that count right.
i walk out my room, not forgetting to grab my phone to come with me before going into my bathroom, splashing my face with water to get me more awake. i run my hands in my hair again, fixing it up with my mirror in front of me so i can actually see what i’m doing before grabbing some actual water giving myself something to drink other than dr pepper.
finally i walk out to go by my door, grabbing a light jacket and pulling it over my arms then putting on my shoes and heading out the door. i start off to go a longer way, turning the corner of the sidewalk. i feel all the small breezes on my skin as i get actual sun and nature.
i continue walking random ways, i just want to be out of the mess that i’ve been living in for so long right now. it actually feels nice to be outside, not sitting in a gross hole of dirty clothes and dishes.
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i walk, making my way around the neighborhood, my eye catching all the small colorful flowers blooming up and all the small brown squirrels scurrying to run up trees as i pass them. i remember all the times me and nick went out, running around the streets when we were younger. not thinking of anything, just being kids living a simple life. i wish it was still that simple.
as i walk, still obviously thinking of nick, i notice the sky above graying and clouds starting to cover up the sun, shit. i start to walk a little faster, hopefully being able to get home before it pours but as soon as i speed up, small water drops start to fall on me.
i grab the end of my jacket to pull it over my head, holding it over me to shield out the rain. the sides of my jacket block my view as i focus on the path i walk to my place.
i look down at my feet walking, trying not to get too wet as the rain pours more and more, bouncing off the sidewalk. suddenly i feel two hands place on me, pushing me back, “the fuck.” i mutter as i look up, gaining my balance on my feet again. “oh” my face softens as i see nick standing in front of me, his blonde hair damp and drops of water falling from his cheek. he stares at me, i can tell he’s mad and obviously i can tell it’s my doing.
“nick-“ he cuts me off quickly, slightly pushing against my shoulders again as i put my jacket down, wearing it normally, my head now getting pelted with rain. “no, i talk. what the fuck y/n. honestly what has been going gone, you’ve completely ignored me for weeks, you keep blowing me off and i don’t fucking know what i did and the only way i can talk to you about this is randomly bumping into you since you won’t even answer my texts?”
“nick-“ i sigh as i try speaking again but he pushes me back once more. his glassy eyes narrow and i see water pooling in them, i can’t tell if it’s rain or tears. “no! you’re my- you’re supposed to be my best friend and this shit isn’t cutting it y/n! just what is it! what is it. what did i do please just talk to me. if you hate me or something just tell me!” he shouts, his fists starting to clench as i wipe the wet hair in my face away.
“nick stop. you- you didn’t do anything i promise, i’m sorry okay” my voice croaks, i can feel the water pooling in my own eyes now. “then what is it! you can’t just block me out, out of no where.” i shake my head, trying to figure out how to say an actual explanation without saying too much. “nick i’m sorry!”
“stop apologizing! i’m not asking for that, i’m asking for an answer, please. i feel like shit and you haven’t even been there, i kept trying to talk and hang out with you but apparently you hate me now and never want to see me again, i get it!” he scoffs, staring me down as his eyes shut, tears dropping as he takes a breath before opening his eyes back up, wiping off the mixture of tears and rain.
“like i said, if you hate me or suddenly don’t want to be my friend, tell me. i truly, truly, don’t understand this shit your pulling and if you won’t talk now then when will we? you’ll just ignore me again so just spit it out now!” nick keeps rambling on and i just stare at him, seeing how hurt i’ve actually made him. i don’t know what to say, i really don’t.
i just want to shut him up, have him realize that it’s my fault and i don’t hate him. i cut him off as he continues to yell at me, “nick!” my voice feels weak as he shouts back, “what!” i stare at him for a moment, seeing those blue eyes i miss, those star earrings, his grown out roots and before i know it my hands go up to his face, pulling him in as our lips press together.
my hands hold him as strands of his hair poke my fingers, our noses slightly brushing against each others. i quickly step back, eyes wide as i realize what i just did, taking my hands back. “i-im sorry“ my breath is short before i turn around, running away from him to get back to the shit hole of comfort i’m living in to avoid what i just confessed.
i swear i hear him try to call my name but i ignore it, i can’t see him. what did i just do. i can’t even process any of this.
°:. *₊ ° . ☆
i finally reach my place again and i swiftly open my door and walk inside, standing as raindrops slide off of me, creating a small puddle on the floor below. i shake off my hair a little, flicking the water droplets off of me. i take off my jacket, putting it on a hook to let it dry as i take off my shoes too, leaving them by the door.
i wipe my face off with the palms of my hands, wiping off many of my tears that still fall. i walk over to my fridge, getting out another dr pepper then walking over to my couch, slumping down into it as i set my can down and wrap a blanket around myself to warm me up again.
i slowly slide to the side, laying myself down on the cushions. why the actual fuck would i kiss him? what that really the best thing i could do? he already hated me, i did not have to make it worse. i ponder in my head, genuinely trying to find a valid reason of why i just kissed my best friend that hates me. oh. my. god. i’ve ruined my life -not like it was already ruined- i’m never coming back from this.
i stare at the unopened dr pepper sitting on my coffee table, i try making myself reach for it but my arms don’t want to leave the warmth of the blanket i’m huddled in. i hear my phone buzz next to the dr pepper on, i also cannot seem to have my arm reach out to see who’s calling, i hope it’s not who i think but why would he even call me?
rain pelts out on my window, water sliding down the cold glass of it as i lay holding my blanket close to me, pulling the blanket over my eyes as they close, resting as i try forget about my phone continuously buzzing and the drink still on my table.
☆ °:. *₊ ° . °
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"I'm not jealous!"
pairing: hwang yeji x fem sserafim!reader
summary: yeji stumbled upon a clip of you and your members on twitter and can't help but to get upset at the fact that no one understands 'personal bubble space'
genre: fluff and a tiny bit of angst
warnings: jealousy
a/n: AAAA this is my first writing so i apologize how messy and uncoordinated everything is! lmk if any of this has any mistakes and i'll fix them! feel free to request!
after an exhausting day of practice, all the girls sat around the tv hoping to find a movie or show in a way to take their minds off of their upcoming world tour and comeback.
upon getting comfortable on the couch, yeji was scrolling along twitter on her private account while waiting for ryujin to stop on a channel.
until stumbling upon a video from a ‘yuny/n’ account, in which the user posted what seems to be a clip from the recent vlive of your group, she squints at the sight of yunjin getting too comfortable resting on your shoulder while looking at you in a fond way.
yeji suddenly sits up which gathers one of the member's attention. curiousity gets the best of her as her thumb simultaneously scrolls on the screen, eyes glaring down at the comments under the post
‘yunjin is so clingy towards y/n, it’s adorable’
‘y/n has given up in the middle of the live, she gave in to yunjin’
‘yunjin and y/n is real’
‘not sakura trying to grab y/n’s attention PLEASE’
the hold on her phone tightening, her mouth doing an ‘upside smile’ in frustration, dimple appearing right besides it
“they don’t even know who she’s actually dating.” she mutters to herself, rolling her eyes and ignoring her member’s eyes on her.
ryujin stops flipping through the channels, glancing over at the leader and wondering why she’s talking to herself over there. she's always known her best friend was weird but not THAT WEIRD.
“who the hell are you talking to?”
jisu snickers, coming back from the kitchen with a bowl of cereal in her hand. “she’s going through withdrawals of not seeing y/n"
yeji huffs, searching up the vlive and giving a watch herself.
1 minute in, she's already fuming at how chaewon kept smooshing her cheeks against yours.
"chaewon is stronger than me, i would've kissed y/n" yuna teases yeji, peering over the leader's shoulder in amusement.
the cat-eyed glares at the youngest. "shut up!"
hearing some loud squeals from her phone, yeji diverts her attention back down at her phone and scoffs at what the members are laughing about. in a form to tease you, yunjin placed a quick kiss on your cheek in which you respond with an eye roll and a tired sigh.
'saving this clip to my phone' 'thank you yunjin for bringing yuny/n back alive' 'we were dying of starvation from the lack of moments'
closing out of the app, yeji immediately rushes over to her messaging app and sending way too many texts to you, one involving that she's coming over and wants to see you because she misses you (totally isn't jealous or anything).
after getting permission from chaewon to take a walk, you take the elevators to the rooftop of hybe’s building where yeji and you would typically have your dates, either here or jyp’s building.
upon the doors of the elevator peering open, you see your girlfriend sitting down at against the glass walls of the balcony. yeji looks up from her phone and stands up at the sight of you.
her arms opening wide automatically at the sight of you running towards her, tackling her into a long awaited hug. she lets out a laugh at the way her girlfriend is clingy, stroking the back of your head.
"i missed you so much." you mumbled in the crook of her neck, still clinging onto her like a koala.
the older places a kiss on the side of your head. "i missed you more."
removing yourself from her, you pulled back and take a long look at the leader of itzy. "it's kind of strange for you to meet me at this time, out of nowhere too..."
yeji scrunches her nose, a habit she does around you because she knows how much you adore her mole. "i can't call my lovely girlfriend to come hang out with me?"
"at 4 am, it's kind of strange."
the older hummed, acknowledging why you would assume so. she bites on her tongue. wondering if she should ask about your members or not.
"what's wrong?" you ask, taking notice of how silent she suddenly got.
yeji shakes her head in response. but in reality, she's urging herself to communicate with you about what's been eating her up since the ride to hybe's building.
without thinking much of it, she looks down at the pavement of the rooftop in order to ignore your eyes. "your members didn't forget you and i are dating, right?"
you on the other hand, however, was too tired for this. it's been like this each time. in the past, she's even told you to stop coming over to the dorms because it makes her feel uncomfortable with how close you are with ryujin and yuna. which you happily complied, trying and understanding from your girlfriend's point of view.
"huh?" now, what seems to be the issue now?
yeji shrugs, releasing her grip on you as she mutters under her breath while walking over and leaning against the balcony in an attempt to calm herself. "they seem to love clinging onto you like you're their girlfriend, huh?"
realizing that your beautiful girlfriend is jealous, a small grin makes its way to your face. you squeal in your head, following where the older is and hugging her from behind.
"you're jealous! that's so cute!"
yeji hangs in mouth in shock and turning around to face you, denying it immediately. "i'm not jealous!"
"you are too~" you tease your girlfriend, giggling at how the older girl is acting and placing a quick peck on her lips. "i only love you, you know that."
the leader of itzy rolls her eyes, ignoring the blush that crept up on her cheeks as she turns back around to look at the city down below. "i'm not jealous."
"you're so cute!"
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a writer’s main character - lee heeseung
pairing: heeseung x fem!reader (she/her)
genre: college!au, writer!heeseung, ill!reader, ANGST
expected word count: 25k+
warnings: mentions of death and sickness, unrequited love, cursing, smut (more will be added when it is finalized)
summary: in your whole life, you have never fallen in love. love was a feeling that you wanted to experience and after finding out that you have just a little more than a year to live, you become more desperate to fall in love with someone. lucky for you, the head editor of your university’s newspaper is determined find a muse for their best writer, lee heeseung, for him to finish up his last article before he graduates. you only accept in one condition; heeseung would help you fall in love.
a/n: reposting this bc i decided to finish it and hope to post it in the upcoming weeks!
It was already April and Heeseung still had zero idea what to write about. He had recently turned in his latest article. He wanted to start writing his last article for the year immediately so it wouldn’t bother him when he gets busy with graduation. He didn’t expect to be out of ideas since his mind was always clouded with new stuff to type on his laptop. Well, there was a first time for everything, right? He just wanted his last article to be big and original, never been done before. He wanted to leave an impact.
Being a literature major, Heeseung had always liked to read books and write in his dusty notebook. His dream was to publish a book and he would do everything to make his dream come true. He was still young and had a lot to learn. Throughout the years, he worked next to different writers and publishers.
Heeseung had been writing for the university’s newspaper since the freshmen year. People barely got the chance to publish their own writings in the newspaper so it came as a surprise when Heeseung’s article was seen on the first page as a first year student. He was on cloud nine to see that he had given a chance to prove himself as a writer.
But now, he was on writer’s block and the head editor was getting on his nerves.
‘’Have you thought about what you’re going to write about Heeseung?’’ Yeonjun asked during a meeting, making Heeseung bite the inside of his cheek.
‘’I’m stuck.’’ Heeseung replied, not taking his eyes off from his phone as he scrolled through empty apps. Yeonjun eyed him up and down, watching the writer closely.
‘’I can see that you’re stressed about it. Don’t you seriously have nothing to write about? It’s just- I’ve never seen you like this before. You always have something up your sleeve.’’ The older boy confronted him.
Yeonjun was also surprised by this outcome since Heeseung always had magnificent ideas. Heeseung locked his phone and put it on the table in front of him. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh before looking at Yeonjun again.
‘’I know you don’t like to ask about others for ideas but listen to me for a second before you try to punch me. I think I have certain person in my mind that you might want to write about.’’ Yeonjun continued, his words making Heeseung sit straight up.
‘’I’m desperate at this point. I’m all ears.’’
Yeonjun let released a relieved sigh, a tiny smile replacing the frown on his face. ‘’Have you ever met Beomgyu’s friend, Y/N?’’
‘’Not in person but I think I’ve seen her around.’’
‘’Heeseung, she is dying-‘’
‘’What do you mean she is dying?’’ Heeseung said with a serious expression.
‘’Heeseung, she is literally dying. Beomgyu mentioned that she had a heart condition. It does not look good and her doctor says that she only has around a year before… you know. The interesting part is; after she found all about that she told Beomyu that she wanted to fall in love so why don’t you write about her? Follow her around for a couple months until she finds somebody. Your article will be ready by then. Also the story will stay as a memory in her honor. So what do you say?’’
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FWB
*Request: maybe some idea for u : feisty humain!reader having mood swings w her best friend (Loak or Neteyam) because she is in her ovulating week and he teases her until making her tell him why she is acting weird like that today. then he asks her to explain the "symptoms" and she says that she want to fuck more and that she’s more attracted to people during this time and he asks if it’s applied to him too & u already know the end of it🤭🤭 hope u can take something from it, xo 😘*
Okay, so this is my first human!reader fic so go easy on me 😅 I might redo this one in the future with Neteyam because I’m curious about how much different it would turn out if I wrote for him instead. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this one 🤗 All characters are aged up.
🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞
Smut under the cut.
Pandora was beautiful. Even though you had to admire its beauty through the shield of your mask, it still left you breathless every day. Looking out at the bioluminescent flora and fauna every night through your bedroom window was unlike anything you had ever seen on Earth. You wanted to be out in it every day. But today you were hit with a painful reminder that you were human.
You jumped out of your sleep drenched in sweat. What were you dreaming about? You couldn’t fully remember. The memory came in flashes and blurs. Moans, smacks, and heat is all you’re able to really make out before you lose the visual. You suck in a sharp breath feeling a dull ache in your breasts. You cautiously press on one trying to figure out what was causing the pain. You find nothing and brush it off as a consequence of sleeping on your stomach.
When you make your way to your bathroom to get ready for the day, you strip off your sleep clothes and notice a giant wet spot on your panties. That’s weird. And then it hits you. You check your app on your phone and realize what week it is. You’re ovulating. You roll your eyes and make a mental note to plug in your toys before you leave your room.
After a shower and brushing your teeth, you go join everyone for breakfast. While you’re fixing your coffee, a familiar voice enters the lab. Everybody greets Lo’ak as he walks through the cafeteria over to you. “Hey, I found this awesome lake with a cliff that’s perfect for diving. We’ve gotta check it out!” he’s oozing enthusiasm and excitement and it’s adorable. All of a sudden, it feels like there’s a throbbing between your legs.
“Sounds cool, Lo’ak. Maybe another day though.” You say about to walk away, but he blocks your path.
“Are you kidding me? I’ve already been waiting for like 2 days because of training. We’ve gotta go now.”
“I’m not in the mood Lo’ak.” Your irritation is growing. You loved Lo’ak. He was your absolute best friend, but he was persistent. And while that could be endearing in certain circumstances, it could also be kind of a nuisance. Right now, you really just needed to get back to your room and take care of your little problem.
“What’s up with you today? I thought you’d be dying to go.” He’s starting to get a little concerned looking at your face. “Your face is getting red.”
You can’t handle the way he’s looking at you right now, “Nothing is ‘up’ with me Lo’ak so will you drop it please?” you push past him and continue down the hall to your room.
Lo’ak follows right behind you though. “I’m not leaving you alone until you tell me what’s wrong.” You roll your eyes as he follows you into your room. “What? Somebody eat the last of your snacks or something?”
You huff out a big sigh and set your coffee on your desk. “If you really must know, I’m ovulating.”
His face screws in confusion. “Okay…What does that mean? Is that a human thing?”
Right. You and Lo’ak are so close that sometimes you forget he is actually an alien. “How do I explain it….it’s like when a na’vi woman goes into heat, but for humans we also can get bloated and moody and crampy and a whole bunch of other stuff. You follow?” you do your best to try and explain to him and his eyes jump around while he’s trying to make the connections in his mind. ”So you’re in a bad mood because you’re in heat?” he does his best to try and make sense of your situation.
“Basically, yeah.”
“So how do you make it better?” he crosses his legs making himself comfortable on your bed like he often did.
“There’s not really a way to make it better. I kind of have to just ride it out. Unless, I got pregnant, but it’s not like that’s gonna be happening anytime soon. But I’m irritated because I’m insanely horny and I can’t really get any relief.” You brush your hair to the side with your fingers trying to soothe yourself and Lo’ak watches your hair brush over your neck and expose your shoulders.
“Well, what if I helped you out?” he asks casually.
Your body freezes in place. “Lo’ak I couldn’t ask you to do that.”
“That’s why you’re not asking, I’m offering. I mean what kind of friend would I be if I knew I could help you out and I did nothing?” Lo’ak had always kind of had a thing for you. You were his closest friend and he found a comforting familiarity in you that he didn’t feel with other na’vi thanks to his slightly more human traits.
You think about his offer for a split second before snapping back to your senses. “How would that even work? I think you forget that you’re like 8 feet tall. You would quite literally split me in half.”
He chuckles knowing that you’re not wrong. “Just lay down and let me handle it.”
You’re skeptical. “What are you going to do?”
“Just lay down. You trust me, right?”
You slowly make your way over to your bed next to him. “Yeah…”
“Okay then. So don’t be so uptight.” You lay back and let your eyes scan the ceiling of your room. Your breathing gets faster when you feel Lo’ak hook his fingers in the waist band of your shorts and panties and slide them down your legs. You close your eyes trying not to focus on the fact that your best friend was now staring down your exposed cunt.
This is crossing so many lines, but your mood would only get worse if you were to stop now. Work yourself up just to rip away your chance at real relief? You weren’t in the mood for edging today. There was no turning back now.
Meanwhile Lo’ak is wide-eyed as he stares at your body. He’d never tell you this, but he had imagined you exactly like this countless times. When he’d come to see you and you’d be dressed in barely-there comfy clothes, when you’d bend over to pick something up, when the front of your shirt would fall a little lower than it should and he would catch a peek at your cleavage. The restraint he had to hold on to was legendary. And now here he was licking his lips greedily as he almost gets stuck just staring at your form that squirmed with anticipation and nerves.
He lowers his head between your thighs and carefully swipes his tongue against your throbbing clit. Your whole body jolts from the feeling and a small moan escapes. Lo’ak’s ears flick in your direction and he’s now painfully aware of how hard he is right now. He continues lapping at your soaked entrance closing his eyes to savor the sweet taste on his tongue. He groans against your heat and the vibrations make your hips grind against his face. “Mmf…Fuck…Lo’ak!” your voice comes out in a breathy whine.
One of his fingers teases at your entrance before he slowly slides it inside of you. His finger is huge stretching you deliciously. You look down at his face and he’s already watching you. The eye contact makes you lose it. “Yes! Yes Lo’ak! Right there! Oh, fuck you’re gonna make me cum right there!”
“Shit, so fucking tight. Cum for me.” He says between sucking on your clit. It’s too much. The way his finger curls up to press against the spongey part inside your walls and the sound of him French kissing your cunt sends you over the edge. Your body shakes violently and your walls squeeze around his finger. Your head falls back while you reach your peak and subsequently come down.
Lo’ak reluctantly pulls his mouth off of you and pulls his finger out of you and watches your chest rise and fall rapidly while you regain your composure. He tries to position himself so that he can hide his bulge not wanting to let on just how badly he wanted to fuck you dumb right now.
“Feel better?”
You lazily nod your head at him.
“Good. So can we go diving now?” he tries to lighten the mood before any kind of conversation can follow what just happens. You’re not really ready to talk about it yet either.
“Alright, let’s go.”
He jumps up in excitement and you get dressed and find your mask.
“Thanks, Lo’ak.” Even if you weren’t really ready to talk about it yet, you still felt like you should at least thank him.
“Trust me, it was my pleasure.” He shoots you a playful wink before walking off.
#avatar#avatar the way of water#avatar fic#awow#avatar smut#atwow loak#loak sully#loak x reader#lo'ak#loak fic#loak imagine#avatar loak#loak smut#awow smut
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SAGAU!Frustrated reader x Genshin team
Writing this out of frustration because I kept lagging on the spiral abyss and I cuss out and yeet my phone on my bed because my Zhongli died 😭🤧 also I’m ganna put the team I was using earlier, really not sure how they all worked out well because I just yeet them in a team but ya know 😭
Spiral Abyss
Floor 10
Chamber 3
Your tempter is running thin, your brows knitted together and your jaw clenching, you were aggressively clicking your screen in hopes to switch characters to make a combo, but nope your ping is red as diluc’s hair and the amount of damage your team is getting while trying to survive the current floor. You managed to get pass the floors but when it’s about to go to the next floor your ping went to the oh so beautiful 999 out of frustration you began cussing and as if you were scolding them oh your poor team was getting nervous about it, until Zhongli died and soon enough you tried to get pass it using wanderer but he died midair too, because of the floating electro cicin mages and you range quit closing the app without your usual walk and sitting them down by the usual bench in sumeru before logging off. (Yeah I do that all the time since they deserved a nice rest)
When you range quit team POV (I’m ganna put my team ehe)
Zhongli he was trembling and hugging his knees while he is sitting by the anemo statue you left them in windrise, since his death on that floor made your range quit not to mention because he is your protector, the shield man the meteor man!! Who gets the job done but he was now questioning himself if he is worthy of such fine artifacts that you have given him, the artifacts that you worked hard on getting because the drops are sh*t, he was mostly gloomy
Wanderer (Seiki) the poor boy was standing there with a gloomy face since he felt like he disappointed you, you just got him to level 10 friendship too, he might start an argument with the former Geo archon tho blaming him on if he didn’t die their creator won’t have left upset, and there they are arguing-
Barbara she is crying while being comforted by kazuha and Hu Tao, well she was doing well as a healer on the 1st team and she was confused on why you suddenly left so she was praying and crying on the anemo statue
Hu Tao she was doing well on dealing great damage, so she knows she is doing well but she is starting to think on why you ranged quit, she did noticed that their movements are quite good and all but the mobs are getting stuck, not dying easily the health bar not moving and their damage numbers aren’t showing, “maybe there is something wrong with our creators connection? Don’t worry guys!! They will return!” She confidently said
Diluc, he being the first five star (yes bb diluc is my first five star uwu) he had experienced this quite a lot actually, also being the creator’s first triple crowned it won’t be a surprise on how he takes pride on such fact, “yes they will return soon, this happens a lot. Let’s not fret and wait for their return let us understand that they do not want to pour their anger to us so they left.” he tried to calm the others down
Kazuha and Xingqu were sitting next to Albedo who are just a little gloomy after all that but hearing diluc’s explanation they felt relieved knowing that they aren’t the ones to blame for you quitting out of nowhere. Zhongli and Wanderer stopped their bickering and just sat down waiting for your return hoping that once you return you’re calm and not be angry anymore, they all looked up the gloomy skies as they eagerly waited for your gentle sunny presence again.
Extra~
“Hey Diluc”
“Yes Seiki?”
“I’m still the favorite” he smirks proudly
“Time for-“
“Bow your head-“
“This is order!”
From afar they can see a meteor crashing down and people screaming-
To be continued-
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Relationships Can Kill
Well I have no motivation or ideas to write part three and i also started school last Wednesday so I've been busy, this is gonna be a short one since i had the urge to write something. I finally got to watching the episode where will leaves and that episode was so chaotic and i cried a little. This is also based off before Jay resigns and leaves. While doing this i was researching best universities to study medicine. Even though I'm only a sophomore in high school. (This is old i started school like a month ago)
Summary: You and your older brother Nate get into a heated argument over rumors, but did he know that his last words to you would be so brutal?
Word Count: 1.3k
Warnings: Angst, Arguing, Fighting Drinking/Hungover, and death (My bad for this)
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You walked off the bus excited because Jay let you doordash tonight and it was friday AND Jay and Will were coming home from their brother bonding trip. You punched the numbers into the keypad and closed the door behind you. You were very thankful that Jay and Hailey had gotten a house and let both you and your brother move in with them.
“Hey Nate, wanna go play hockey with me on the lake” Nate could basically do everything but the thing he did the most was hockey, he promised to teach you so both you and him could compete against each other during the winter.
“No, I'm busy,” Nate said quickly. “Okay, do you want anything from Panda Jay let me doordash some tonight” You said “No i wouldn't wanna mess up your date with my girlfriend” Nate Spat.
“Girlfriend? I dont even like your girlfriend and i'm pretty sure she hates me so why on earth would i-” Nate cut you off and started yelling.
“I WOULD BELIEVE HER ANY DAY OVER YOU, now get outta my way, i hate you so much” Nate slammed the front door and you just stood there shocked. Instead of crying or running after him you pulled your phone from your pocket and ordered your food.
After eating dinner and getting your homework done you went ahead and texted the family group chat but only one with Will,Jay, and Hailey.
The Cops and Doctors
Y/n- When will you guys be home?
Hails <3- Soon, i have to finish this case. Do i need to bring home food
Y/n - No, Jay gave me money for Doordash
Hails <3 - Alright, I'll see you later.
Y/n - Bye Hailey
Hails <3 Bye Hailey.
You closed your messages app and decided to watch some tik tok since you would probably be bored until everyone got home.
Crash, you whipped your head to see 4 men dressed in all black standing in your room…Now you wished Nate was here.
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Hailey walked in and the house was sortta quiet, the tv and the lights were still on but otherwise that's it. “Y/N? NATE?” Hailey shouted, nothing. Maybe they're sleeping or they're in the shower, she thought.
When Hailey peaked through Nate's door he wasn't there, Hailey knocked on your door “Y/n are you decent” Again nothing. “Y/n?.... Y/n i'm coming in” Hailey said as she was turning the doorknob.
When Hailey opened the door any happiness she had went outside the window. “Shit shit shit, NATE! NATE”
No response. Hailey didn't have time to worry about him; you were dying on the floor and you were her biggest priority.
“Y/n Halstead you do not get to do this to me, your brothers and everyone, you can't, cmon,cmon” Hailey screamed as she continued CPR.
“Hails, Y/n, Nate I’m home” Jay screamed. He waited for you to come screaming and running to him like you always did but this time you didn't, this time all jay could here was screaming and sobbing.
Jay pulled out his gun and slowly walked up the stairs of the house and walked to your room where the screaming came from. What he saw next made him freeze for about ten seconds before dropping the gun to the ground and immediately sliding over to and hailey.
“What happened?” Jay sobbed, “I-I don't know I came home and just found her like this.” Hailey replied as she CPR. Jay looked around your room and it was completely ransacked. Your dresser drawers were open and clothes either hanging from them or out of them, papers on the floor, and all your electronics were gone. Your tv, Computer, Phone, and they even somehow found your burner phone you could use to call someone in case of an emergency where you didnt have your phone because you were grounded.
“Hailey let me take over, you're getting tired.” Nothing, hailey didn't even look up from you. Jay pushed her off of you, not really a push but kinda scooted her away and continued CPR. Hailey ran to get her phone and punched in the numbers to call 9-1-1.
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“Any sign of him?” Will asked. Nobody knew where Nate was, and his friends weren't telling anybody anything. “No, they have Adam outside the house just in case he turns up at the house” Even though the family used Life360, Nate turned his phone off. Typical of him.
Just then Connor walked into the waiting room. Will knew that face he had on very well, he knew it all too well because he would be the one to deliver the news sometimes.
“How is she?” Jay asked whistl standing up from the chair. Connor shook his head. “She didn't make it, I'm so sorry” “Bu-but you found a pulse you-you said that she was gonna make it” Jay said whilst holding back his tears.
“One of her rooms puntcered the carotid artery. I'll explain it to you when you're ready or whenever both of you are ready. Will can explain but otherwise wise i'm so sorry i couldn't have done more.” You could hear by voice that he wanted to cry but he had to hold it together for Will and Jay.
“Can we see her?.” Jays voice quiet. Connor led the brothers to the room you were in. “Oh y/n, we're so sorry” Will choked as he stroked your bruised Knuckles. Jay stood there, not moving, not reacting, not talking. His sister, his little sister, his only sister was gone, and you were never coming back.
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6am, 6 fucking am is when your brother came back, hungover af. He looked like he drank like there was no tomorrow.
Jay nor Will was in the house. Both of them couldn't stay in that house with what happened, plus Will didn't trust Jay to be by himself so they were both at Will's apartment.
“Where have you been?” Hailey said. The whole team was doing an investigation along with another team as well. “I was out on a run” His words slurred. “Drinking? You think I don't know the signs of someone being hungover. Nate, your sister is in the hospital.” Hailey was holding back on saying you were gone. “What why?” Nate froze “Because whilst you were gone someone broke in and stabbed her to death.” Hailey cried.
“What? It was only supposed to be a joke” He mumbled. “What?” Hailey stopped fidgeting with her fingers. “It was supposed to be a joke, pay back, they were only supposed to scare her and pretend to take her stuff, they weren't supposed to kill her.” Nate said.
“Hey Adam and Kev, downstairs now, we've got him” Hailey said into her radio. “Nathanyal Halstead you're being arrested for the murder of y/n Halstead, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do can be used against you in the court of law” Adam said as he arrested the teen. “She was a good sister and she was your only sister, now you're gonna suffer the consequences of a Practical joke” She whispered into his ear.
Hailey wanted to be the one who broke the news to will and jay. They did do an autopsy and it did show that you put up a fight. did Nathanyal say who was also involved in your murder for his sentence to go down. 50 years in prison without chance of parole. During your funeral you were named a Hero and an amazing person to all. Even though you didn't get to be a future doctor they put up a Memorial outside med and that was their way of honoring your Dream.
The fact is i'm also learning about the human body sometimes while I'm writing chapters because i like my information to be somewhat correct.
#x reader#halstead sister#will halstead#chicago#one chicago#jay halstead#halstead brothers#chicago pd#hospital mention tw#angst#jesse lee soffer#chicago med#one chicago imagine#chicago fire
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Oswald gets a Twitter and it goes exactly how you would expect. This is a joke. Oswald is terrible here.
Ed: "We need a new strategy if you want to get reelected as Mayor."
Oswald: "No we don't. I always win."
Ed: "You've lost favor with the 18 to 30 demographics. My projects show that you're probably not going to win."
Oswald: "So what? Open a new park for the kid to play in?"
Ed: "Comments like that need to stop. Social medial is very popular. Most don't watch the news anymore. You could make an account and post your policies and interact with them."
Oswald: "Fine I'll interact with the poor."
Ed: "On second thought, I'll run it for you. You don't have to do anything."
*3 months after Ed made Oswald an Twitter. It is a very formal and boring Twitter. It oozes fakeness. Ed is mad that his plan isn't working. Oswald has just figured out the password.*
Oswald: "This doesn't sound like me at all! What are these replies?"
"Hi Ed."
"We know Oswald doesn't know how to use the internet."
"If you're going to post for Oswald you could at least not make it sound exactly like your twitter."
"Edward we know you are dying to post riddles, do it."
"How much do you guys want to bet that Oswald has no idea that this exists?"
"#LetOswaldTweet"
Oswald: "So much for Ed's plan, outsmarted by the general public. Oh wait. There's a news section on here?"
Oswald clicks the news tab and immediately sees a tweet with a picture of Ed and a man he has never seen before.
"Nygma's new fling?" The text reads.
Oswald immediately pushes the blue plus button and starts a new tweet.
"Edward Nygma is a whore." And pushes tweet.
Oswald then shuts his phone off and falls asleep on the couch without another thought.
3 hours later.
Ed: "Wake up!"
Oswald awakes to find a very angry Ed and Oswald's assistant.
Ed shoving his phone in Oswald's face: "What the actual hell is this?"
Oswald squints at the screen now blasting him with a bright light. When his eyes finally adjust he sees his Twitter profile.
Oswald: "I'm connecting with the younger generation." Oswald shrugged.
Ed: "This is not what I meant and you know that! I told you I'd deal with it!"
Oswald: "Yeah you were really connecting with three likes per tweet and no retweets... whatever the fuck that means."
Ed to the assistant: "I'm going to kill him."
The assistant: "...well I hate to say this but Oswald's tweet went viral."
Ed: "Yes it can be seen as a disgusting disease."
The assistant: "No it's a good thing. 300 thousand likes, 70 thousand retweets, and 95 thousand comments. You're both now trending on Twitter. #EdIsAWhore, EdIsntAWhore, and OswaldHacked. Are all trending."
Oswald: "Hacked?"
Ed: "They're debating if someone broke into your account and started tweeting like they were you."
Oswald: "Like I could get hacked."
Ed and the assistant walk away to discuss what to do. They're still in the room just farther away from Oswald.
Oswald taking offense to the hacking comments decides to prove it is him. As Ed argues with the assistant, Oswald takes a picture of Ed and quickly types a new tweet.
It takes 15 minutes for Ed to notice what Oswald has done.
Ed: "OSWALD COBBLEPOT WHY IS MY ASS TRENDING ON TWITTER?"
Oswald: "This app is great."
Ed: "What does this even mean?"
"That tweet was as real as Ed's ass"
Oswald: "They needed to know as mayor I cannot be hacked. I'm too strong. I gave you a complement. Your ass is real, is it not?"
Assistant: "That is harassment."
Ed: "Why did someone reply with your picture that they edited with a yellow sponge licking me. What does that even mean?"
Oswald: "What?" He quickly starts reading the comments.
Ed reading off the replies:
"God damn."
"I see why Oswald thirsts for Ed."
"Oswald is down bad for real."
"I could fix him."
"Good for him."
"The riddle suits aren't doing you justice."
"I could make him worse."
"Can I vote for Ed's butt?"
"RiddleDaddy"
"I'm about to risk it all."
"You guys shouldn't be thirsting for him. Aren't you afraid what Oswald will do?"
"His ass is worth it. See you all on the otherside."
"Maybe Ed isn't a whore. He can't help it if everyone wants a piece."
"Yall need therapy."
"His ass is a 10 but he constantly says riddles."
Ed: "Wow. I didn't know I was this popular. You know what? This was a good move. Your assistant says you're up 12 points."
Oswald: "Fuck that! How do I delete this? Why do they all want you? That isn't allowed! Of course you'd be into this you God damn attention whore."
Ed: "This is your punishment. Deal with it. I changed the password."
Oswald: "Ed no!"
Ed: "I have 3 thousand new followers. Cool."
Oswald: "They just want picture of your ass. They don't care about your riddles!"
Ed: "You don't care either."
Oswald: "I love your stupid riddles! Delete your account and tell me more."
Ed: "...No."
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Ok so, I was literally dying to talk about this but didn't know how to, until I saw this so I'm shooting my shot.
What do you think would happen if Miss Yuu sang "Bring on the Men", from the Jekyll and Hude musical in the HoM Au? I personally think it's the perfect song for all the simps lol.
My best friend and I have this as one of our go-to karaoke songs! It's such a banger
(even though I don't really like the fact that the musical added on two unnecessary romances that were never in the original novella, both Lisa and Lucy are well-written characters that have incredible songs. I just wish the musical focused more on the facade of society/propriety, good and evil, addiction, Jekyll's temptations and hubris whilst playing God and Hyde becoming more powerful than they did on the love triangles. Also, who the hell is John Utterson? In the novella, Henry had two best friends: Dr Hastie Lanyon (who unfriended him after differences in opinion) and Mr Gabriel John Utterson, who was literally his ride or die BFF - a lawyer who was loyal to that man until Jekyll died. Their friendship is literally the reason why the novella takes place and the musical doesn't even do it justice but anyway I digress it's still one of my favourites)
So there is no way Yuu is going to be singing that song in the HoM in front of children and her parent figures. Maybe she's doing a karaoke night with her friends in the Mostro Lounge and they choose a random song from her music app on her phone for her to sing and it ends up being this. Why does the universe hate her. Honesty, she was incredibly flustered but she hid it well and just sang it for a fun time.
Needless to say that the simping levels have doubled and they were already maxed out. Ace, who at first was making fun of how embarrassed she looked at the beginning, is now redder than his dorm leader's hair. Rook is in the middle of composing a poem to describe the beauty of Ramshackle's prefect. In iambic pentameter and rhyming couplets.
Imagine if she sang it during the Noble Bell College Arc? Like this was her version of Esmeralda's dance where her performance is what caused Rollo to get attracted for her. (Fun fact: I have really dark brown hair that's often mistaken for black - everyone actually thought it was black until I turned like eight/nine so the 'sun caught in her raven hair' line in Hellfire fits my Yuu since I'm basing her appearance off of me). Like you know at one part when she sings, she gives her attention to Rollo and winks to him like Esmeralda did and now she will burn
Okay, I like the latter version more. You heard it from me. Jekyll and Hyde caused Rollo to sing like a mad man in front of a fireplace. Fitting since the devil/God and angels are mentioned quite a lot in the play.
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new orleans, we have a problem
nick and sidney were out walking the dogs when both of their phones began to ring. cleo was straining against her leash for another tree as the one in front of her wasn't good enough and sidney used her other hand to answer her phone. "hey michelle, what's goin' on?" it was very rare for michelle, sidney's head of pr to be calling her; in fact the last time they actually spoke in a business capacity was to tell her not to answer any questions about her father in the aftermath of the trial. "have you checked instagram lately?" michelle sounded frantic (but when doesn't she sound frantic?).
"no, not really. why, did something happen?" on the other end of the line, sidney could hear the clicking of a mouse and typing. "only that your baby bump is all over social media. a girl got a picture of you yesterday. i'm emailing it to you now." sidney exited the phone app and saw an email from michelle and she tapped the notification. sure enough, it was a picture of sidney from the other night, her bump on full display.
the girl who posted the picture to her x account, zoey, already had hundreds of replies under the post. the baby bump couldn't even use the excuse of being her clothes being wrinkled or a bulky coat (the last of the cool weather is dying down in new orleans). "oh shit. nick! you have to see this!" she titled the phone to her husband who pulled out her own phone and she saw him pull up x, typing her name in the app's search bar. there were thousands of impressions.
half were congratulatory while the other half were condemning the girl for exposing the couple's private joy ("this is something nick and sidney should've been able to announce for themselves. zoey should be ashamed of herself."). and of course there were the weirdos who thought sidney was "ashamed" of being pregnant and wondered why she didn't want to show off her baby. "so what do you want to do now? should we announce it?" a part of sidney wanted to share this news with the world, that she's expecting a baby with her husband, the love of her life, but the other part wanted to protect this piece of her happiness.
"i don't really see the point of announcing it. i mean, the bump is out there. i don't know what much else is there is to say, but i was hoping we could've waited until gabriella was born to say anything at all." they circled the block for a second time, trying to come up with a solution, and in the end, they still decided to wait until gabriella was born and announce her birth instead. confirming the pregnancy at this time would be pointless because, duh, people can see sidney is clearly pregnant.
they made it back home, where they were preparing dinner and talking about how gabriella should be raised. nick removed the grilled chicken breasts from the air fryer as sidney chopped and wash the vegetables. "i feel like if we had to move back to california, it wouldn't be l.a. santa barbara maybe? probably when she's older," nick mused, grabbing a pack of burger buns. sidney loves santa barbara; it would be closer to lily and her friends, but not too close to los angeles where she'd have cameras shoved in her face 24/7. "santa barbara is perfect, it's so beautiful there."
a few minutes later, they sat down to dinner in the living room, where they turned on hulu, trying to figure out what to watch before settling on shrek on peacock. they split a bag of jalapeño chips on their plates as the movie started. "we can still just announce her birth and leave it at that." and then there's also the issue of going back to work. sidney is due in new york to begin filming her show which would give her a little over a month to recover and bond with the baby.
"maybe we should hire a nanny. my parents can't take care of a baby full time, and you only have a handful of weeks to take off from the tour." nick took a few sips of his water and nodded. "maybe my parents? they can come here for a month, and maybe they can watch gabriella in shifts?" as much as sidney loves her in laws, it was a lot to ask two people to pack up and basically move to another state for a handful of months to take care of a baby. "it wouldn't hurt to ask." the nanny idea would be put on the back burner for the time being.
over the course of the movie they wondered if gabriella would like shrek, if she would be more drawn to music or acting when she was older, how she would be raised, and nick asked her how parents managed. "the only thing my parents had to really worry about was perez hilton as far as the internet was concerned, and i wasn't allowed to have a myspace page, but i found around that one anyway, but i think this is a conversation you're gonna have to have with them. or you can talk to danielle and kevin."
sidney turned her attention back to the movie, putting chips on her plate. his two oldest nieces alena and valentina are being raised in new jersey by their musician father and a mother with no ties to the entertainment industry, in the age of social media where your every move is announced by an update account, while sidney was raised in louisiana with her actor father and journalist mother, way before social media was a thing. by the time sidney decided to take acting seriously, everyone had a myspace account and facebook was in infancy. there are definitely stark differences of course, but he could see where things were equal: sidney had a normal-ish life and alena and valentina's lives are normal as well.
that's what he wants for gabriella. for her to grow up without prying eyes. he'd have to ask johnny and simone for advice and his brother for some advice.
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Depressive rant about game art jobs then divulging into health anxiety. more under the cut. feel free to disregard
Depressive and negative thought: sometimes I don't think I'm cut out for professional game art.. most concept art job apps almost always say "lead" or "senior". If they don't, they require 5 or more years of experience with a shipped game under your belt. They expect you to be a wizard of 2D and 3D tools. There is just so much to learn to be an employable concept artist these days with so little time left over after working to simply give myself a few dollars. It feels almost unattainable unless I get incredibly lucky and land a gig. i just wanna draw and more importantly, learn and grow.
I have to preface that i am incredibly fortunate to live with my partner who does support my career as well as financially. I do realize i have the luxury to focus on my work even if it means it does make me much, so long as i continue to work on it. but even with luxury of time, it still a struggle to make quality portfolio work while juggling a million otherprojects and personal things.
My parents still call me on the phone asking if I've been looking for jobs, I do but these job apps are dreadful as I've mentioned. I think why bother when I don't qualify based on these requirements.
Sometimes I wish I can just do my silly little drawings for myself, and do part time jobs, but I learned the hard way, that life is not for me. I did it and I was miserable, i worked 30 hrs a week and i barely had the time or energy to give to art. i feel behind enough as it is being 27 with no job prospects I don't really possess any other discernible skills to apply to a different job. I've made and accepted the choice of making art my job, and that means i may not want to do art all the time bc i am not 100% confident in my skills all the time. im working on being more confident so i can hit the ground running on what i need to do. I can't give up, I love art and I've put so much time, passion and thought into my craft.
Aside from getting a job that allows me to do something I love, I get a salary with, hopefully, good health insurance. I don't know if this is the state of US healthcare now, but in my area, its hard to find a PCP who isn't booked into the next year, and then the first one you get an appt for, cancels on you literally 10 mintes before the scheduled time. and so ive had to wait a couple extra weeks. My health anxiety lightening up leans on doctors to tell me i am infact, not dying, and no, i dont have a tumor bc my lungs and muscles feel funny sometimes. I catatophise about my health so much, im in this vicious cycle of random symptom occuring > becoming anxious > new symptom occurs or becomes worse bc of anxiety > sometimes these symptoms go away on their own > they dont > anxiety ensues. so these past few weeks, i occassionally get this voice that tells me im gonna die bc i am not 100% okay, just waiting for the day i can see my PCP and be told whats up. this isnt the first time this has happened, and when i do get checked out, it is something pretty normal and managable. i really want to see this PCP next week, have it be not much of anything, laugh it off, and just go back to drawing in peace and heal.
but for now i have to sit with that anxiety, and think, why do i feel this way. for starters, i started with my mother being anti-vax, im not going to even get into that now, then covid; fear that i got it at some point and i didn't know it (i never had loss of taste and smell, but did get sick a few times, and my rapid and pcr tests were negative). what if i did get covid and i am experiencing long covid? hence why i have random symptoms all the time? that amougst getting older and generally being pretty uneducated about what happens to your body after 25! i eat well, i stretch, i go outside and walk, yea i could absolutely exercise more, my mental is pretty good, i have a loving and supporting partner and family, i make art for a living, im still young, breathing and still making shit, why can't i get rid of this anxiety that im in terrible health.
that is all, any more and then i start worrying about it not being rambly, fixing errors, not the point here, just want to vent.
thanks for reading.
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An Engagement To Remember
Sunny x Nix, Quinn x Bren (Complicated) - Co-Creater @themerriweathermage
Summary: Rojas has agreed to host a party for Sunny and Nix as neutral territory. But that doesn’t mean all parties will place nicely together.
I stared at the dress, silently willing it to disappear. Don’t get me wrong, it was beautiful. But dresses had never been my thing. The flowing fabric could be a sensory nightmare and I always wore shorts or pants under them anyway to reduce chafing.
But Lydia had insisted, stating that this was one of the few times I would have to go by the Badlands customs. Stupid and pointless if you ask me.
The door quietly opened and I heard Sunny whistle.
“That’s quite the dress Hassan sent.”
I frowned, not turning around to look at him. “I wish I had gotten off as easily as you.”
Sunny stepped up next to me to look at the dark grey suit with the black dress shirt Hassan had sent for him.
“All eyes will definitely be on you.”
My frown grew bigger. The dress Hassan had sent was a bright red, figure-hugging number. But not just any red. The fabric shimmered like fire. And draped over was a lace fabric that was the color of smoke. I was going to be a walking bonfire.
Walking up to the dress, I grabbed the fabric and noticed that there were two long slits on either side of the skirt. And beneath the skirt, a pair of pants that almost mimicked the ones I wore when I flew on Meraxes.
“Well, at least Hassan remembered how I felt about dresses.”
Sunny grabbed a strip of fabric that had been draped over the hanger. “He made you a sash for Dark Sister.”
I grabbed the other half in my hand and felt the material. “This party is being held at Rojas’ but Hassan made a sash for my sword. Why do I get the feeling this will go over as well as the Yuletide party?”
“What are you doing?”
I didn’t look up at Sunny’s voice as I ran my hands over Meraxes. “I could have sworn I felt a compartment here.”
Meraxes grumbled.
“Listen, I know you don’t like your routine maintenance, but you have metal joints and they need oil.”
Meraxes gave out a low growl.
“Well, duh this would be better if you were flesh and blood. But for fuck sake I’m a witch not a wizard. And certainly not a Red Priestess. Now hold still.”
I heard Sunny chuckle. “I will never understand how you understand her.”
“That makes two of us,” I muttered.
The entire situation with the dress had sent me on edge with the knowledge that the party was mere days away. So I pretended Meraxes had unavoidable maintenance to escape outside. It led me to a weird discovery.
My hand finally found the latch, so worn down it almost melted into Meraxes’s skin. “Ah ha!”
A small door on the back of the dragon’s front leg revealed items I had not seen previously.
“Just when I thought I had you all figured out,” I muttered to myself.
Sunny watched as I pulled out a few fidget toys, a pair of noise-canceling headphones that could only block out sound now…and a cell phone.
“What is that?”
I smiled softly. “A time capsule.”
In our room, I placed the toys and the headphones on a table and kept walking to the dresser under a window. The phone seemed to turn on with no issue and it was clear it was blessed with the same magic Meraxes had from the story: to have a never-dying battery.
Sunny closed the door and quietly came up behind me, watching as I flipped through the phone to see if any of the apps would work. Of course, only the music one would. But it was enough. It was more than enough.
“You said it was a time capsule? What’s that?”
I gave a soft laugh. “Ok, so that was incorrect and I’ll tell you later. This is a cell phone. We used it to communicate in my time. And…”
A soft melody began to play from the speakers.
“This song…this song makes me think of us.”
Telling myself “I won’t go there”
Oh, but I know that I won’t care.
Tryna wash away all the blood I’ve spilt.
Sunny came closer as he listened.
This lust is a burden that we both share,
Two sinners can’t atone from a lone prayer.
Souls tied, intertwined by our pride and guilt.
I felt his arms go around me during the chorus.
Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time.
You and I drink the poison from the same vine.
Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time.
Hidin’ all of our sins from the daylight.
From the daylight, runnin’ from the daylight.
From the daylight, runnin’ from the daylight.
Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time.
We didn’t have to say anything: the song said it all. This was us when we met. When we fell in love. All the stolen moments when we would meet at the borders of our barony when we were sure Quinn wasn’t looking.
Hiding from the daylight.
And now we’re holding an engagement party for all the Badlands to see.
“I love you, Sunny.”
I felt a kiss on the top of my head.
“I love you, too, Nix.”
Whatever this party would bring, I knew I at least had him. I loved my brother, but having Sunny filled a place I hadn’t known was empty.
Rojas’ manor was decorated to the nines: string lights along the hedges, candles in glass jars along the pathway leading up to his gate, and fountains turned on in the front garden. In the setting sun, it almost looked like a summer castle for a royal family in a fantasy series, not a barony that was part of a corrupt governing system. Well, maybe it was the same thing.
We had taken the 611 to save travel time, leaving the Clippers Sunny trusted the most behind to watch the estate. Meraxes flew alongside the train to the station in the Barony of Agriculture where we boarded a horse-drawn carriage to the estate. I had never arrived in any barony any way other than on the back of Meraxes. I suddenly felt like Daenerys when she arrived at Winterfell.
Esme greeted us at the gate and proceeded to give us a tour of the grounds.
“Thank you for meeting us, Esme,” I smiled at Rojas’ Regent.
“It’s my pleasure, Baroness. It has been ages since the Badlands has seen an engagement party. The last one…” Esme trailed off when she glanced over at Bren. She cleared her throat before continuing. “The last Baron didn’t host a party since it wasn’t his first marriage. Once it gets past one partner, the baronies tend not to make as big of a deal.”
I was both surprised and not that Quinn never tried to hold a party over his engagement to the late Jade. He was definitely a man who drank in the spotlight. But then again, if what Esme said was right, what spotlight would there be if no one had given a rat’s ass over Quinn’s third marriage?
Esme led us into the gardens in the back where rows of tables were set up, candles lighting up the yard.
“This is where Baron Rojas will be holding the feast after the announcement. He has the ballroom all set up for the party after the meal.”
“It’s so beautiful,” I breathed. “I can’t thank Rojas enough for this.
Sunny took my hand and gave it a squeeze. “I certainly never thought I would see anything like this in my lifetime…for me.”
I looked up at him and it was like I was seeing him for the first time. Yes, he and I talked about our pasts. But this was the first time it was really dawning on me.
“I feel the same way.”
He looked down at my face and realized how similar we were in that moment. Sunny bent down and we shared a quick kiss before following Esme inside.
After the meal, my regrets about this party came back. I was full of good food and the last thing I wanted was drama. I wanted to curl up in my bed next to Sunny, reading to him from one of my books.
Esme got the last names Sunny and I would go by after our marriage and relayed the information to Rojas. He had Sunny and I meet him at the entry to the ballroom, all eyes on us as he called out.
“Thank you, everyone, for coming tonight. We are celebrating the engagement between Baroness Phoenix and Captain Sunny. Soon to be Phoenix and Sunny Riñaperzys.”
There came a sneer from the back of the room. “From a Regent to a Captain and marrying a thieving whore. What a disgrace.”
I didn’t even need to look to know who would dare be stupid enough to insult me at a party that had Meraxes right outside. The crowd parted as Quinn strolled up front as if he hadn’t had his ass handed to him by my Clippers and dragon just a few weeks earlier. This man truly had little regard for his own life.
“Odd choice of dying words,” was my reply. “Especially since you weren’t invited.”
Rojas cleared his throat. “Unfortunately, he doesn’t have to be. As long as the event is not being held in a territory that has banded the Baron, anyone has an automatic invite.”
“That information would have been useful earlier,” I growled.
“I couldn’t resist a party,” Quinn smiled in a way that I think he assumed was charming.
“I’m not surprised you came. You thrive on people hating you. It’s why you’re alone.”
My last words caused everyone to hold their breath. Quinn’s eyes went wide as he realized I was revealing a weakness of his to all the important players in the Badlands. It was no secret our baronies were no longer aligned, but it hadn’t been suspected how bad the situation was beyond me burning his fields.
But it was slowly sinking into those paying attention. No Regent. No Wife. No Bren at his side defending him. No Clippers attending with him. No one but Waldo, and he was a fair distance away from his…’baron’.
For the first time, Quinn was alone. At the party and in life.
“Nix!” Bren hissed at me.
Quinn’s face was red as he looked up at me. There was no smirk, no raised eyebrow, and no emotion whatsoever on my face. He pulled out his sword but never got to approach me.
Sunny, faster than I had ever seen, was in front of me with his own sword drawn. “If you even get within five feet of my fiance, I will personally drag you outside to Meraxes.”
The last time Sunny stood in front of me to fight someone off was the day the nomads found us. The day our relationship was forever altered. I won’t lie, it was incredibly attractive to watch.
Quinn looked at Sunny and then his eyes danced quickly over to me, who had begun to speak quietly.
“Zaldrīzes buzdari iksos daor. A dragon is not a slave and your former Regent is about to become valzȳrys hen zaldrīzes. The Dragon’s Husband. So I would choose your next actions wisely.”
To cement his choice, a low rumble rolled through the ballroom, the bass causing everyone’s chest to vibrate. There was no mistaking Meraxes.
Quinn sheathed his blade and took a deep breath through his nose before going over to the bar Rojas had set up. Sunny waited another beat after Quinn got a drink before he put away his sword. I came up behind Sunny and put my arm through his.
“Thank you.”
“Anything for you,” he bent down to kiss me before we went to the bar that Quinn sulked away from.
The party was smoother after that interaction. Sunny and I drank before Lydia convinced us to try at least one dance. But Sunny and I were both fighters so we mostly danced in a circle, trying not to step on each other’s feet.
Because of how poorly the Summit had gone, Bren was actually keeping a distance from Quinn. Which didn’t help Quinn. Especially since myself, Minerva, and Waldo had worked together to get Gaius as an unofficial date for Bren. we even got them matching outfits without either knowing. Though, in a subtle way. Gaius was in a purple, three-piece suit with a white shirt. Bren was wearing the exact same style, but in blue. Both hues very similar in a complimentary way. Quinn had noticed and hadn’t stopped scowling. It was the best engagement gift I could ask for. Besides him being gone.
But the peace didn’t last long.
“I see you are serving up my brother on a silver platter to your brother.”
My eyes cut briefly to Juliet who had slithered up next to me. “I am serving up no one. I’m just reminding my brother there are far better men to tie his heart up to.”
“A waste of time, if you ask me.”
“This would be lost on you, Juliet. You would need a heart first to even have an inkling into understanding what love is. Love beyond yourself, that is.” I took a sip of my whiskey.
“I would rather not understand love than lower myself to marrying some nobody. Not even good enough to be your Regent.”
It was one thing to attack me, but I was going to be damned if I let her bad mouth Sunny. “Sunny loves me and would do anything to make me happy. But you…must be heartbreaking being here. Knowing that no one would ever do all this for a shrieking harpy like you.”
I knew better, I really did. But I just wanted to be left alone for one social gathering. Was it too much to ask for?
“You bitch!” Chau surprised me with a backhand and I spun, hitting my temple against a pillar nearby. My drink flew from my hand and the shattering of glass caught everyone’s attention.
I clung to it out of survival instinct, to keep myself upright as I stood next to a woman who wanted me dead. But my head was ringing from both impacts and I couldn’t make out what she was saying. No doubt commands to her clippers. And of course, Broadmore wouldn’t miss the chance to join in. I had Dark Sister with me, but I was in no condition to wield the blade. What started as a party to celebrate the man I love was quickly turning black.
Then I heard it - above the haze of the injury. A male voice growled.
“Step away from her!”
There was a loud commotion and I was being hoisted over someone’s shoulder before being set down across the room. Two sets of hands grabbed me and sat me in a chair. I tried to clear my head and slowly noticed I was with Rojas and Minerva.
I shook my head to clear the cobwebs, barely catching the sight of Sunny surrounded by Chau’s men. I struggled to my feet and Minerva gripped my arm tightly, Rojas on my other side.
“Don’t. You’ve hit your head pretty hard.” Minerva tried to push me back onto the chair.
“She’s going to kill him!” I growled.
“I know but I don’t think we can stop her,” Rojas whispered in my ear.
I took a deep breath and pulled out Dark Sister. “I can, but I want to apologize now.”
“For what?”
“The blood stains I’m about to leave.”
Pushing away from them, I caught the last parts of the conversation between Sunny and one of Chau’s clippers.
“She’s a whore and unfit to be a baroness!”
Sunny growled, his knuckles almost white with how hard he gripped his sword. “I’ll have your tongue for insulting my fiancée!”
I lifted my sword high and swung down at an angle, severing the clipper’s head in half. The Valyrian steel cut cleanly and the body dropped as the top of the head spun away. Everyone looked at me in shock.
“He can keep his tongue,” I huffed as I twirled the sword. “Who’s next?”
The room was silent as people took in my blood-spattered look. Even Sunny couldn’t believe what he had seen. Fair, considering I hadn’t used my sword to its full potential before.
Broadmore hadn’t taken his eyes off Dark Sister. “Where did you get that blade?!”
“Old Valyria. Standard issue for dragon riders.”
“You don’t deserve such a weapon!” He snarled.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Quinn calculating the risk of taking the blade while Chau whispered in her Regent’s ear.
“Then come get it!” I growled, moving into a fighting stance. Sunny was instantly at my back, his sword just as ready as mine.
Broadmore drew his sword and Quinn was shortly behind him.
Until…
The sound was low, but as someone who grew up in the desert I recognized it immediately. It was the noise of a rattlesnake.
It was clear that no one else picked up on the noise at first. But Quinn wasn’t too far after me. And just like me, he knew where the sound was coming from. There were parts to Bren I knew Quinn hadn’t reckoned with. Dark, protective parts. We both looked over and saw Gaius putting his hand on Bren’s chest to hold him back. But we knew that nothing would stop Bren from coming to my aid anymore than anything could stop me from coming to his.
Quinn’s burnt poppy fields were proof enough.
Along with the snake tail Bren had produced. Lydia had told me of the dragon form Bren had taken during the Summit and something told me Quinn was remembering it as well. Because the next thing he did was sheath his blade and backed away from where he had stood next to Broadmore. But Chau and Broadmore weren’t as quick with their survival skills. Juliet pulled out her blade and I smirked at her.
“I see you’ve bought a new sword since our last match up.”
Juliet went pale at the memory of me cutting her sword in half when I broke Gaius out of her dungeon. She lowered her sword. “Back off!”
Her Clippers didn’t move at first, confused by the command. Until her Regent, Kristo, could see how serious his Baroness was. He dropped his sword to his side and the other followed suit.
Seeing that Broadmore no long had backup, I stepped away from Sunny and placed my sword a foot away from Broadmore’s neck.
“You’re move, Old Man Broadmore. Do you think you have it in you to steal a sword beyond your abilities?”
With Quinn and Chau now backing down, Rojas had regained himself. “Enough! Chau, Broadmore, you are done for the evening! Gather whomever you brought and leave. Tonight!”
He then turned and looked at Quinn, who still hadn’t recovered from Bren’s snake form.
“You two, you walking disaster. Take your drama out of my barony.”
Waldo wheeled up to me and Sunny while the other barons left with their tails tucked between their legs. “Not even in your own barony and you’ve managed a repeat of your winter party.”
I frowned. “These barons shouldn’t be mingling. There’s too much animosity.”
“I agree. But if you, Bren, and Minerva are going to change the Badlands, you can’t shy away from this. If you have these parties already established, it’ll be far easier to keep the traditions once Barons who do cooperate take over the other baronies.”
“Great. Can’t wait to see what the wedding brings.”
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1,16,19 for the writing ask :)
1. What font do you write in? Do you actually care or is that just the default setting? When I’m writing on my phone in the notes app, it’s the default. When I’m writing on my computer in Microsoft, it’s Times New Roman, size 12 font, and double space. I typically write more on my phone though because notes doesn’t keep track of word count or pages so it’s always a surprise when I do transfer the final project to Microsoft.
16. What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever used as a bookmark? Answered this one here.
19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going? Okay, let’s see…
Ever since I was little, I had stories. I told them in the games I played, the toys I owned, and even talking a dental hygienist’s ear off as they cleaned my teeth. My mother was the reason for both my storytelling and my writing, because every night she’d read bedtime stories with the voices and all.
Soon, I was writing books on construction paper and drawing picture books in notebooks about my two teddy bears going adventures, and because I was so creative with names their names were Bear-Bear and Little Bear-Bear. Notebooks became the obvious gift to give, because everywhere I went I was writing stories in notebooks about everything that came to mind. I excelled in English, writing stories and essays was easy and even kids who were mean to me wanted me to help them in group projects.
Regrettably all my notebooks got lost, but one day in sophomore year, I began writing again in a big fancy notebook a Transformers fan fiction, and my English teacher—who always saw me writing—encouraged me to sign up for the school’s writing contest. I did, and with all these other entries and it only being my first contest, I won third and got recommended to sign up for the writing class. In that half year course, I learned poetry, creative essays, script writing, and the tools to improve.
My writing got better, and while I still only won third in contest, I got awards for my contribution in writing club. I wanted to go to an art school for a creative writing degree, but that didn’t happen.
Everyone in my family has a stable job, a typical 9 to 5 has health insurance kind of job. Writers don’t typically have that in their eyes, but if I wanted to apply I could, but everyone was pushing for English teacher. My guidance counselor looked at my schools and before I could say “wait!” deleted the art school off the list of colleges; she also didn’t help when I accidentally early accepted to a school I didn’t want to go to.
From the moment I entered that college I didn’t want to be in, my writing dwindled. I wasn’t happy and my spark was a dying ember until I was flunking out of college that I screamed “I don’t want to be a teacher!”
My parents let me apply to this art school I wanted to go to, but because my grades were so low they didn’t accept me until I got them up. I did fantastic in writing and arts, but math and history I was dying. I focused on my writing blog, writing headcanons between classes to the point I was writing up to twenty-five asks a day and burning out to keep up with the flood of requests.
After struggling with these required academics and an unhealthy need to be validated by strangers on the internet, I dropped out just before the pandemic began.
Now it’s over two years later, I got two part-time jobs that suck, no degree, and no clue what I’m doing with my life. However, I write what I want to write now, and I’ve never been more happy to share my stories; even if it is only five people reading them, it’s enough.
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