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wolfiesmoon · 4 months

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Lockscreen background

Malleus x gn!reader

i seem to have a thing for characters who are clueless abt technology hahaha, this takes place before we actually find out his real name btw

(also i apologise if malleus is ooc in any way i'm still in the early books of the game😭)

"Hello." You heard a voice behind you as you exited the classroom. You turned around to find... uh, Hornton, was it? You still can't get over the stupid nickname that Grim picked, but he seems completely okay with you calling him that, so you keep doing it.

What could he possibly want with you?

"Uhh, hi...!" you greeted him back awkwardly.

"I have a somewhat trivial yet important matter I need help with." He opened and you tilted your head slightly. Now your interest is piqued.

"Let's go somewhere more... private." he suggested at your confused expression. You nodded slowly. Though this whole conversation is strange so far, he looks anything but malicious. And knowing him, he never is.

The two of you went to a more secluded part of the school and as soon as you got there, he pulled something out from his pocket, handing it to you. It looked to be a brand new phone.

"Could you help me with this object? I have no idea how to use it and you are the only one I can approach about this." he looked a little worried.

"Sure, what do you need help with?" you offered and his expression softened slightly.

"Turning it on, for starters."

A silence fills the room.

"Ahahahaha, oh jeez... I'm- I'm sorry- hahahaha...!" You couldn't help but laugh. He didn't even know how to turn it on?

Needless to say, he was not amused by your laughter. "If you will laugh at me, I will not be needing your help anymore." He crossed his arms.

"No- No- I'm sorry, I really am." You had to hold back a few giggles. "I'll help- I'll help you, you just shocked me with how little you know about a.. p-phone." He suddenly seemed like a 90 year old grandpa who bought a phone to talk to his grandkids and didn't know the first thing about it. What a funny mental image.

"You're talking strangely." He commented, and you quickly turned the phone in his direction before he could question your attempts at stifling a laugh.

"Here, see this button? You press it and the phone turns on, like this." You demonstrated, and his face lit up.

"I see. But, the salesperson informed me that this phone is unlockable by something called 'Face ID' as well. Do you know what that is by any chance?" The genuine interest in his voice was actually kind of cute.

"Don't worry about all that. Actually, why are you buying a phone only now?" You thought it was strange. If he was this clueless about technology, why buy a modern cellphone all of a sudden?

"During class, some of my classmates were discussing about these so called phones. They talked about something called a 'magicam'. And I... became curious." the little pause at the third sentence made you think that might just not be the full truth. But you have no reason to be suspicious or question him on it, so you just told yourself to forget about it.

"Magicam might be a little too... advanced for you right now. Here, let's start by exchanging contacts." You showed him the 'contacts' app, opening it and inputting your number and your name.

You handed the phone back to him. "Here, now press this green button on the bottom left and you'll call me." he did as you instructed and your phone started vibrating in your pocket. You pulled it out, answering the call.

"Hello!" you said cheerfully.

"I can... hear you twice. Is there magic imbued within a phone?" his eyes were widened slightly, even more so when he heard his own voice from your phone.

"You silly goose, we only hear eachother twice because we're standing right next to eachother. Stay here and place the phone next to your ear, okay?" you smiled at him, walking away.

"I am not silly and I am certainly not a goose. I thought it was obvious enough by taking once glance at me."

"It's not an insult, Hornton. It's like a silly little thing you say to someone when they say something, well, silly." you smile, now completely out of his line of sight and standing in a different room.

After a few moments of silence, he spoke again "I can still hear your voice."

"Yup, that's what a phone is, in essence. Nowadays we use it for a lot of things, but basically, you can call people on it and you'll hear their voice and talk to them, no matter how far away from you they are. Isn't that cool?"

"How very fascinating." you could hear his amusement through the phone.

"Oh, I just have one more thing to do! I'll come back in a moment!" you ended the call, running back to where you were before.

"I got suprised for a moment. The phone made a strange noise and I couldn't hear you anymore." he cleared his throat. He must have panicked a bit when you hung up. How cute. "Calling someone is definitely much more convenient than sending them a letter."

You just realised that he's probably been sending physical, handwritten letters to everyone up until this point which makes him even more charmingly old-timey in your eyes. How funny is that?

"Give the phone here for a moment." you requested and when he did so, you opened the camera app and turned it towards the two of you to take a selfie. You could see him inspect himself through the phone.

"I see, so it functions as a mirror, too. What a marvel."

"Well, do I have news for you. This is the camera app, and we're going to take a photo together. Now smile!" you nudged him slightly and he smiled very awkwardly and unnaturally. Oh well, you'll take it.

You snapped the photo, setting it as his lockscreen.

"Here, now you have a photo of me and you as your background!" he took the phone back, staring at your face on the screen.

"I actually have something I have to be doing right now, so I'll continue teaching you about phones later! Call me if you need anything! Oh, and I'll save your number too, don't worry!" You waved to him, running down the hallway.

"Goodbye." he said back, immediately looking back down at your picture with him. Your face is truly precious in it. He is very glad to be in possession of a photo of you.

He knew you were the right person to ask.

The reason he decided to buy a phone was that he felt sad because he couldn't talk to anyone without a disconnect. Ignoring the fact that most of his classmates are afraid of him, they wouldn't be able to find common ground in hobbies and conversation topics regardless.

So he thought that maybe he could start by getting a phone upon hearing students discuss phone cases and the like. Surely, understanding what the masses currently enjoy would make him more approachable.

He is eternally thankful to you for helping him out.

You're very welcoming to him and that makes him indescribably happy. One day he'll repay you with all the things you could ever want. He has the abilities to do that, after all.

Maybe he should give you something as a thank you next time you meet, actually. What did you say you enjoyed again?

That's what he thought about as he looked at his lockscreen on his bed that night. If only you saw the way he smiled at your photo.

#˗ˏˋ ★ ♡ 「Wolfie’s other works」 ♡ ★ ˎˊ˗#i swear i love the other boys too i just keep getting ideas for these three specifically 😔#twisted wonderland x yuu #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twst x y/n #disney twst #twst x reader #twst x you #twst x yuu #twst x mc #malleus x yuu #malleus draconia #malleus x reader #malleus x y/n #malleus draconia x reader #malleus draconia x yuu #malleus draconia x mc

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oizysian · 7 months

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Pretty New Toy | Wanda Maximoff

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff Warnings: non-con, dubcon, kidnapping Word Count: 2.5k Genre: smut Summary: Y/N and Natasha have their eyes on a new pretty little toy. AN: I'm not very familiar with writing non-con, so I apologize in advance for that.

• Kinktober Masterlist •

“She’s pretty, Nat. I want her.” I pouted up at my girlfriend, watching as her eyes shifted from the girl we had been following to me.

“She’s more than pretty.” She said softly.

“She’s gorgeous.” I said, starstruck.

“Well,” she gave me a nudge. “Go work your magic.”

I nodded happily and almost skipped from where we had been stalking the beautiful brunette. She had dark makeup and dark clothes, but god, she looked innocent under all of that and I just wanted to have her.

“Excuse me, Miss?” I said as I approached her, curling up into myself to seem more like a helpless damsel in distress.

She turned around to face me, her emerald eyes softening at the pathetic look of me.

“Can you help me? I’m really lost and my phone is dead.” I pouted at her, fake tears filling my eyes.

“Of course I can.” She said with the most angelic voice I’d ever heard.

She smiled at me and looked down at the dead cellphone in my hands. Frowning, she stuffed her hand in her pocket and pulled out her own, with a very cute selfie of her as her lockscreen.

“Where are you headed? I can try to direct you. Or would you rather make a call?”

I thought for a moment before opting to use her phone. She handed it over to me and I quietly pretended to make a call, talking to my pretend friend on the other line.

“A few blocks down? Towards the downtown area? Hmm, okay. Bye.”

I pretended to hang up and handed it back to her.

“She said she’s only a few blocks away from here.” I wrapped my arms around myself. “Would you mind walking me there? I’m not used to being out in the city alone.”

“Of course, honey.” She wrapped her arm around my shoulder and pulled me against her. I tried to hide the fact that I was inhaling her scent as if she was the only air I breathed. “How far is it?”

“A few blocks in …” I acted as though I was figuring out where I was. “This direction, I think. I get so confused.”

“It’s okay. We’ll find it and your friend.”

We began to walk and I couldn’t help but smile. I was right about how sweet and innocent she was under all that makeup and tough exterior. It would be enjoyable seeing her come apart.

I knew Natasha would already be at our meeting place; a shithole abandoned warehouse that nobody cared about. It’s where we spent most of our time - drinking, smoking, fucking.

The woman made polite and pleasant conversation, and I nodded and commented at times when it was appropriate, but I was distracted by the throb between my legs in anticipation for what was to come.

The alley was dark and I huddled closer to her, keeping my scared, little mouse act up. She rubbed my shoulder, smiling down at me assuringly.

“Is this where your friend said they’d be?”

I nodded, looking around for Nat.

“She said she’d be here …”

Natasha came up behind us, cloth over the girls mouth and nose, and grabbed her tightly. She squealed in surprise, but was soon unconscious in Nat’s arms.

“That was a good show, Y/N. Real good.”

“Thank you.” I smiled up at her and pressed a kiss to her lips. “Let’s get our pretty new toy inside.”

I helped her carry the girl in, opening the door for them and fluffing up the pillow that Nat put her down on. I was a princess, I couldn’t do heavy lifting. I climbed over the sleeping woman, removing her phone and wallet from her pockets.

“Wanda Maximoff.” I read the identification in the wallet. “Pretty name for a pretty girl.”

Chucking the items on the ground, I went for her clothing, almost tearing the garments off of her to finally see what was underneath.

Oh, she was absolute perfection.

I placed my legs on either side of her, palming her soft breasts excitedly.

“She’s so cute.” I mused softly, her nipples hardening as I played with them.

“Stop fucking around and tie her up. If she wakes up we’re screwed.”

“Alright, alright.” I rolled my eyes and grabbed the ropes we had at the bedside, grabbing her hands and tying them to the headboard.

“That’s my good girl.” Nat purred, stroking my hair as I tightened the binds.

I smiled up at her, biting my lip as I rolled my hips against the half naked girl, grinding down into her.

“Someone’s excited.”

“Very.” I said as my hands continued to venture down further down her body, slipping my hands up her thigh high skirt. “I can’t wait to be inside her.”

“Get her naked and tied down first. Then you can play.”

I giggled, tugging at her panties from under her skirt, pulling them down and discarding them. She was bare under her skirt now and I couldn’t help but graze my fingers over her mound, slipping them between her folds.

“Oh, fuck, Natty, she’s fucking wet already.”

“Must’ve been from you playing with her tits. Looks like we’re starting to learn what Miss Maximoff likes very quickly.”

I smiled brightly as I played with her throbbing clit, her legs twitching ever so slightly and her brow furrowing, her mouth slightly agape.

“Tie her legs down before you fuck her, Y/N.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

“When she kicks you and gives you a bloody nose, I don’t wanna hear it.”

I huffed as I removed my hand, lifting her skirt up and sticking my head underneath it.

“She smells so good.” I was nearly drooling. “I’ll take the risk of getting my nose broken.”

I slid myself down her body and spread her legs, bringing my head down between them and licking a strip up her mound. Leisurely, I wriggled my tongue between her folds, dipping into her wetness and bringing it back into my waiting mouth.

“Oh, fuck,” I said, muffled by her pussy. “Oh, god.”

I continued to lap at her, my eager tongue aiming to touch every inch of her delicious cunt.

“You keep making sounds like that, I’m gonna fuck you.”

I raised my head up and took a breath, looking over my shoulder at my girlfriend before wiggling my ass in her direction.

“Is that a threat?”

She was pressed against me before I could even register the fact that she had moved, her nails digging into my hips and the strap she was packing poking into my ass.

“It’s a promise.”

I moaned softly, grinding myself back against her. I was soaking wet and I could barely contain myself any longer.

“Please, fuck me, daddy.” I whimpered, pouting at her from over my shoulder.

With a grunt, she tugged my pants and panties down around my knees and undid the button on her own pants, slipping the cock out and pressing it into my heat.

“Shit.” I hissed, my head resting against Wanda’s stomach as Natasha slid herself inside me.

“Yeah, take it. That’s my good slut.” She grunted under her breath as she started pumping into me roughly.

I gripped Wanda’s thighs tighter as she fucked me, the other girl finally waking up.

“Wha …?” She questioned softly as she came to, watching as I got fucked on top of her.

“Look who’s up.” Nat said, fucking me harder with each word.

I moaned mindlessly, lifting Wanda’s skirt once again and letting my head drop down between her legs, my lips finding her clit and latching onto it, sucking with fervor.

She cried out, realizing what was happening, and started to flail her legs. I held tight like I was riding a bull. She pulled on her restraints, but I tied them tightly, an expert on the perfect knot by now, and she opened her mouth to scream.

“No one can hear you, Wanda.” Nat told her playfully.

Her screams turned into moans, my mouth clearly satisfying her in a way she didn’t expect.

“S-stop!” She whimpered, tears springing to her eyes.

“Your mouth is saying ‘stop’ but your body's saying ‘yes’.” Nat smirked, looking down at Wanda’s perky breasts, her rosy buds hard with arousal.

“No!” She moaned, throwing her head back and attempting to squeeze my head between her thighs. She was close.

I hummed against her, sucking and swirling my tongue around her clit. She let out a scream before her whole body went slack and she lay panting, Natasha still pounding into me as I reached my own release. Her hand slipped between my legs and eager fingers circled my aching clit.

I came all over Nat’s cock, my face buried in Wanda’s dripping pussy.

She was crying, shaking her head back and forth as my tongue slid between her folds, entering her heat and fucking her gently, sensually, almost lovingly. I wanted her to want it.

Her chest heaved, her breathing ragged as I felt her clench around me, the reaction bringing a smile to my face.

Nat pulled out of me, satisfied with my performance and walked around to the head of the bed, climbing on top of Wanda and positioning herself at her face.

“I want you to clean my cock like a good girl, Wanda.”

She cried and shook her head, a moan slipping past her lips as I sucked softly on her clit. Nat took that opportunity to slip her cock in her mouth, thrusting in and out slowly. She grabbed a fistful of her hair and guided her along the shaft, and Wanda took it to the hilt.

“She’s good at this. She’s a very good girl.”

“Daddy, she’s gonna cum again.” I said from between her legs, lifting my head up to watch Nat fuck the other girls face. “Can I make her cum? Please?”

“Of course you can, sweetheart. We want Wanda to feel good.”

Wanda cried around Nat’s cock, but her eyes closed as she took it, her lips circling around it and her tongue jutting out to lick the underside.

“Yeah, look at her. Such a good girl.” She loosened her grip on her hair, running her fingers through it instead of pulling on it.

I returned to my place between her thighs, gripping them tightly as I worked on bringing her to release once more.

She made ungodly sounds around the cock, pulling on her binds, head bobbing as she came again.

I could hear Nat laughing sadistically as the girl shuddered beneath us, sucking her off and enjoying every second of it.

“Wanda’s a good little slut for daddy, isn’t she?”

She lay panting, her eyes defiant as the cock sat still on her tongue, still in her mouth.

“You like sucking my cock?” Wanda’s eyes, glazed over with arousal and tears, met Nat’s, and she nodded ever so slightly. “That’s what I thought. She’s a good girl.”

“I’m a good girl too, right, daddy?”

I looked up at her, licking my lips as Wanda’s arousal dripped down my chin. Nat turned to look at me, her eyes soft and a smile on her face.

“Of course, detka. You’re the best girl.”

I smiled, sitting up between Wanda’s legs and holding them apart, admiring the mess she had made of herself.

“She’s so pretty. And the sounds she makes are so hot.”

“Hm, yes I know.”

Nat gave Wanda one more pump before pulling out of her mouth, saliva dripping from her pink, abused lips. She got off of her and sat in a nearby chair, shrugging her pants off and touching herself as she watched us.

“How’d my cum taste?” I asked playfully. Her eyes were aflame with unwanted arousal and fury.

“Fuck you.” She spat.

“Well, that wasn’t very nice.” I pouted, looking from the girl in front of me to Nat who was leisurely pleasuring herself.

I got off the bed, stripping out of my clothes and standing naked before her.

“After I made you cum and everything.”

“You made her cum twice.” Natasha breathed, a chuckle in her voice.

“Twice.” I repeated, climbing back on the bed and hovering over Wanda. “You should be thanking me.”

She pursed her lips, her look of defiance not wavering, as I bent my head down and pressed my lips to hers. She let out a squeak of surprise and stayed still, but relaxed and opened her mouth for me to let my tongue in. She finally kissed me back, slowly, carefully, and I pulled away from her, smiling down at her trembling form.

“See? I’m not that bad. I can make you feel good again. As long as you keep being a good girl.”

She swallowed roughly and nodded, and I took that as a sign to grab her leg and position myself between them, wrapping it around my hip so I could easily press my pussy against hers.

She gasped softly, her eyes closing and brow furrowing as I rocked my hips against her own.

“You’re so fucking wet … hot …” I murmured as I fucked her, losing myself in the feel of her.

“Yeah, fuck her harder.” Nat said as she fucked herself, her own chest heaving as she got closer to release.

“Yes, daddy.” I cried, thrusting against her, gripping her leg tighter.

“Fuck.” Wanda whimpered, tears spilling from her eyes and drool dripping down her chin as I rubbed my clit against hers.

I could almost feel her throbbing as I rutted up against her, my breath getting caught in my throat at the feel of her heat.

“Cum for me, Wanda. Cum again for me.” I mewled, feeling my own orgasm approaching.

She let out a shuddering cry and I felt a gush of wetness between us as she came. I bit my lip and dug my nails into her leg as I thrust up against her frantically, chasing my own release.

I heard Nat grunting softly as she fucked herself, her fingers deep in her pussy as she watched us, her pretty toys, fucking each other, seemingly, for her pleasure.

“Oh fuck,” she groaned, biting her lip and rocking against her fingers, her other hand joining and rubbing tight circles on her clit. “I’m cumming.”

I turned to look at her, watching as the beautiful redhead came all over herself. She was art. I returned my attention to Wanda, who was a complete mess at this point - but also, a beautiful piece of art.

“Can you give me another?”

She shook her head and I gave her a sympathetic smile, but shook my head right back at her.

“That’s not the answer I was looking for, Miss Maximoff.”

“Please,” she begged softly, and I waited to hear what she was begging so pathetically for. “Please.”

“Please, what, Wanda?” I figured she would beg for mercy, or to be let go.

She stared at me for a moment then swallowed roughly, her breath hitching in her throat.

“Touch me.”

Her voice was small, broken, and I smiled at the sound. We had won.

“That’s my good girl.”

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i4gonzalez · 10 months

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LOCKSCREEN: gavi x fem!reader

summary: gavi feels insecure after seeing the lockscreen of y/n old cellphone.

request: pls make gavi feeling insecure ‘cause y/n and fernando (pedri’s brother) dated in the past. (it can be like gavi insecure ‘cause fernando is older than him).

notes: heey! it’s my first post on tumblr and i never wrote a imagine before, english is not my native language, so i used translator for it. anyway, please, be kind<3

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gavi had taken a day off and wanted to come to your house to help you organize some papers before your next semester in college.

among some notes and unfinished activities, gavi also found your old iphone — which was a problem, since you haven't cared about formatting it since you broke up with fernando, pedri's brother.

- ah, does that still work? - you're surprised to see the phone.

- i didn't like the lock screen very much.

you look at your cellphone. the lock screen was a picture of you on the beach, with your ex-boyfriend.

- yeah, i don't either. what do you think about changing? - you say, trying to lift the mood.

gavi keeps looking at the screen. he seems a little jealous.

- is everything okay? - you ask sitting next to him.

he nods, but doesn't say anything yet.

- cariño, are you sure you're okay?

he looks at you and you end up seeing how upset he was.

for some reason, you end up getting a little angry. gavi is your boyfriend and you should make sure you love him.

- i know this was strange, but fernando has his own life now and you should trust me! - you cross your arms and look at gavi with an angry expression.

- i trust, i swear! but i can't get it out of my head that he's much more mature and better than me.

so, you put your anger aside and begin to understand why gavi is so insecure. fernando is older than him, but you are sure that your relationship with gavi surpasses all the time you and your ex spent together.

- cariño, you will always be better than any of my ex-boyfriends. i love you more than everyone and for me you’re perfect!

you sit next to him and gavi passes one of his arms over your shoulders. you take your old phone and take a selfie of you two.

- what do you think of the new lock screen? - you smile

- better, for sure... - he says and you give your boyfriend a kiss - i love you more than everyone too, cariño.

gavi's insecure look disappears and gives way to the confident and excited look you loved.

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★ the requests are open! i was thinking about make a masterlist too (i’ll make it when i’m learn how)

#gavi x you #gavi imagine #gavi x reader #football #football imagine #pedri imagine #gavi one shot #imagine #soccer #fc barcelona #pablo gavi #gavi barca #gavi smut #fanfic

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iluvshinytwink · 1 year

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heyy so i have a rq bc god save me your angst writings are the best ✨

i was wondering if you could write a lil fic abt Jude where he cheats on the reader and she finds out via social media and then she breaks things off and he's super broken and stuff and he all of a sudden remembers all the happy memories and the ending is bittersweet and there's no fluff except for the memories? like the ending is super sad?

you're writing is actually the best i've read in tumblr like girl publish a book already 😍

Lovefool - Jude Bellingham

"Dear I fear we're facing a problem. You love me no longer, I know and maybe there's nothing that I can do, to make you do."

Now Playing . . . Lovefool by The Cardigans

It's crazy how a few hours night out could break your relationship with someone/ The mind makes you do things, your body makes you do things, your emotions make you do things you know deep down in your heart you'll regret when you wake up in the morning. And yet you still do it.

Jude went out with his teammates to celebrate a huge win for their season. You declined Jude's offer to accompany him and he accepted your refusal with a small smile.

You remember bidding your boyfriend goodbye as he stepped into his car, waving your hand with a smile.

"Be back before 2." you said. Jude pops his head out his window with a smile. "Okay, ma." Jude said jokingly.

You went back in the house as the car drove away from the driveway and the hours ticked to what would be the end of your relationship.

You woke up in your bed as usual, the air around you felt awkwardly cold. Your head turns beside you and the side of your bed was left empty. The sheets you didn't hog and you reserved for your boyfriend was still there, clean and untouched. A red flag went off in your mind. Something was wrong but you didn't know whether to panic or stay calm.

Your hand reaches for your cellphone. Your lockscreen was filled with notifications. Twitter and Instagram quickly filled your notifications. Your eyebrows knit in confusion.

You clicked on one of the notifications and it leads you to Twitter where a video plays.

In the video, the atmosphere was dark and the only source of lights were artificial lights coloring red, blue, and yellow. The camera shakes and the music was loud. The camera then pans to a man, a man you knew all too well. A man that you found was your boyfriend.

Jude's hand was secured on the girl's neck as the camera's flash helped you see that Jude and this girl's lips were connecting.

Your heart dropped and a lump crawled up your throat. Your head spun as you tried to contain your thoughts. You felt sick. The video kept playing and your hand instinctively threw the phone into the bed.

Your hand touched your mouth as tears quickly fell from your eyes. You sobbed into your hand. Your body shook.

Did he love you no longer? Did he drop signs that you were too love-sick to see?

Did he lose feelings whilst you clung onto them?

That wasn't Jude, that couldn't be Jude. You thought to yourself as more tears brimmed your eyes.

Suddenly, you hear the front door open. Your heart dropped once more.

Why would he do this to me, to himself? You thought.

Footsteps began ascending the stairs. Your teeth bit into the palm of your hand as you tried to think of something, anything but the video you just saw.

What were you going to do? Turn a blind eye and act like you saw nothing? Or face him for what he did wrong and risk losing the person you spent loving for all these years?

Before you could conclude to your final answer a figure appears on your bedroom door.

Jude.

Your stomach twisted into knots and you felt sick once more. Jude looked at you with a tired and sympathetic expression.

He knew what he did.

And by the tears streaming down your face, you did too.

Your hand removes from your mouth, Jude feels his heart breaking away.

You stood up with shaky legs.

"Why?" you whispered. Jude's hand began accumulating sweat as his heart began beating out of his chest.

He asked himself the same thing. Why? Why did he do this to you? After years he had loved you unconditionally, why?

"I'm sorry." he croaked, tears of his own slipping down his cheek.

Your legs walked toward him. You didn't know what to do, what to think. You loved Jude, you did. But did he love you back after what he had done to you?

"I thought you loved me." you whispered, looking into his eyes. "I do, baby. I love you so much." he whispered, his hand shaking. He wanted to hug you, to kiss you. But he knew dee down you wouldn't kiss back. He knew that if he kissed your lips, your lips were loyal to him, and his weren't.

His eyes were glossed with tears and feelings. Emotions that you could only describe as pity and sadness. But those were the eyes you longed to look at everyday. The eyes which you loved. The eyes that once looked at you with nothing but adoration.

You wanted to find in the depths of your heart any sympathy you had to forgive him because you wanted to believe that he truly did love you. His lips were yours even if his lips kissed another.

"You don't mean that." you hissed. "If you did, you wouldn't have done that to me." you looked at Jude in his eyes once more. His eyes broke underneath yours. Your eyes were glossy from old and new tears and it was because of him.

"I'm sorry." Jude whispered, his hand nearing to touch your shoulder which your hand quickly flicked away. "Don't." you said lowly.

You slipped out the bedroom door, quickly making your way down the stairs leaving Jude by himself and his thoughts.

There was nothing you could do. If he had fallen out of love, you would accept that. If you spent your years loving him for all of that to be thrown away in a night, you would accept that. If you could accept the fact that the lips you thought were yours and yours alone, you could.

Minutes pass and Jude hears the door slams shut.

Jude looks down on the ground, tears falling.

Memories quickly surge his mind.

Never again would he hold your hands when he was nervous, happy, or sad. Never would he hear your laughter that echoed throughout his mind every time he heard it. Never would he see the smile that made his heart ache. And never would he hear the heartbeat that once beated for him and only him.

The eyes that once looked at him lovingly with nothing but love, looked at him with hatred. The lips that brought words of affirmation and affection spat venom and acid.

The heart that mended his own, he broke.

#jude bellingham #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham imagines #iluvshinytwink #imsoslaying #delulu hours exe

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omppupiiras · 9 months

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this is so dumb that i have to share it 💀 I showed my mom a photo of my sister's cat that I took, and GUESS what was the first thing she said about it.. "she looks like käärijä!!" (because of the tongue 😂😂) the Käärijä brainrot has well and truly taken over her too. Then later she asked me if I could edit his bolero on the cat, and once I did, she wanted me to make it her cellphone's lockscreen 🤣

#käärijä #should've given her a bowlcut too #& her normal background image is a moody photo of käärijä #she really is living her best fangirl life

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schala-la · 1 month

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My 4 year old nephew took a quick look at my lockscreen and said

"I don't like the bell-head" and I was like

"What? Who's a bell-head?“

And he pointed at my cellphone and my lockscreen is the EMPEROR and YES I know his head looks kinda weird, but COME ON, it's not that bad! " 😭😭😭

I explained to him, that he's a nice monster who fights with big swords ("Oh, so he can fight pirates then!“) so we're all good, but" bellhead" will never leave my brain! 😭

#bg3 emperor #baldursgate3spoilers #bg3 #bg3 spoilers #baldursgate3 #bg3 dream visitor #bg3 dream guardian #the emperor bg3 #baldurs gate 3 emperor

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fakesaintess · 6 months

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Rose Garden Sekai

Notes: A scrapped au where Overblot-ees were going to have Sekais populated by characters from that chapter customized to said sekai which would make them differ from canon. I dropped it due to the last fact but if enough people enjoy this I'll rework/revive it. Summary: "Looks like you're not in Kansas anymore, Dorothy!" Riddle jumps at that voice and turns on his heel to face where he heard it come from. There's an orange haired boy there who looks familiar, although Riddle doesn't know where he's seen him before.

AO3

Riddle isn't one to use his cellphone. He has no apps downloaded besides the ones that came preinstalled. There's no games, social media, not even any music downloaded. He uses it to contact his mother and, very rarely, his father.

That's why when his phone displays a paused, unnamed song on his lockscreen curiosity overtakes him and he presses play. The moment he does a bright light fills his vision. When it finally clears he's in an expansive rose garden, the hedges around him in varying twist and turns like a maze. He rubs at his eyes, hoping he's just imagining this place.

When his surroundings fail to change Riddle grows agitated. Whoever is pulling this strange prank will pay for it greatly.

"Looks like you're not in Kansas anymore, Dorothy!" Riddle jumps at that voice and turns on his heel to face where he heard it come from. There's an orange haired boy there who looks familiar, although Riddle doesn't know where he's seen him before.

"Don't tease him, Cater. He's probably still in shock." Another person appears from behind the one Riddle now knows as Cater and rests a hand on his shoulder.

"What is this place? Who are you people?" Riddle asks, unsure if he should run from them or stay in place.

"It's your Sekai. The Rose Garden Sekai." The person besides Cater answers.

"That explains nothing to me. And you failed to tell me your name." Riddle frowns.

"I'm Cater Diamond, but you can call me Cay-Cay. This guy is Trey Clover." Cater says, pointing to the guy next to him.

Riddle recognizes why they seem familiar. A classmate of his had once shown him a video containing characters called "virtual singers." These two share the names of some he had seen, although their appearance suited the rose garden better.

Why he is in a garden with virtual singers makes no sense to him. It's not like he has any interest in those things. He's only ever heard one song created with those, shown to him by the same classmate who introduced him to the concept of virtual singers. They were hoping to get him interested in them by showing him a subgroup of them, a card themed one called Heartslabyul, designed to be mages much like Riddle is. The plan had ultimately failed, but Riddle is thankful he manages to remember what he was shown as it allows him to make some sense of who he's with.

"Isn't there supposed to be two other people with you?" Riddle asks. The subgroup had consisted of four people yet only half that amount is here with him.

"They're around…Somewhere." Trey answers, although his pause before saying somewhere has Riddle believing they're not there at all.

Cater steps in front of Trey, changing the topic from the missing people "We're here to help you find your goal. Slash wish. Slash whatevs you wanna call it. This place, a sekai, is all your's to go to whenever you need something!"

"Is there a way for me to leave?" Riddle is beyond frustrated standing in this curious place. He has work he should be tending to, not goofing around with some program. Precious time is ticking away as he stands in this garden.

"You clicked the unnamed song to be brought here. All you need to do is pause it. Likewise, playing the song will bring you here again no matter where you are." Trey replies. He then quickly adds, "But don't you want to know more about this place? Why you were chosen to have this place?" when he sees Riddle move to pause the song.

Riddle hesitates on pausing the song. He does want to know. "Sum up the scenario quickly. I cannot dilly-dally here forever."

"Like, I already told him." Cater says.

"I'm going to explain it more thoroughly." Trey says to Cater then goes on to explain things out to Riddle as promised. "This place is a sekai, a place made to help you forward in, well, something. The people here currently and anyone who arrives in the future are here to help too. At a certain point, after you discover your true goal, the unnamed song you have will get a name."

Riddle says nothing, continuing to look at Trey like he expects him to say more.

Trey takes the hint faster than most people can. "Your sekai is called the Rose Garden sekai. It's themed around you, er, your needs to get your goal, to give you the short version."

"How so?" The more that's explained the more questions Riddle has.

"We'll find out as we all get to know each other! Besties know each other best." Cater must be some sort of extrovert. Riddle doesn't have an interest in being around people like that.

"You don't have to stay here right now, but I want you to come back whenever you need something, no matter how big or small. Even if you only want to share your frustrations, we'll be here to hear you out." Trey says gently, aware that Riddle will not chose to be staying there for much longer.

As Trey thought, Riddle stops playing the unnamed song, returning to where he was beforehand without giving any sort of response.

"How preposterous. Am I truly meant to believe there's a place with virtual singer residents that exists strictly for me? Only a fool would believe that." Riddle thinks.

It has been a week since Riddle first went to the sekai. He'd sworn to never waste time going there again. But, today the teacher of his final class held every member of the class back because a few students misbehaving. The anger Riddle feels at that causes him to remember the sekai. He was promised he could share his woes there. Could that be true?

Without putting much thought into it, Riddle plays the unnamed song. Once again, light fills his vision and he's back in the rose garden.

"You came back." Trey greets him.

"It was a rash decision to do so." Riddle crosses his arms. "Where's the other one?"

"He said he wanted to take some photographs. But I'm still here to lend an ear. Is there something you'd like to talk about?" Trey says.

Riddle bites his lip. He would like to speak about today's incident, but he wonders if that's wise. Seeing how empty the place is Riddle makes up his mind on speaking. There's no one around that can overhear him so fretting would be a waste of time.

"I happen to have something I'd like to speak about." Throwing caution to the wind, albeit only slightly, Riddle decides he will talk. This would be his first and last time.

Trey smiles. "Go on. Unless you'd be more comfortable sitting down."

"I will not be getting my clothes dirty with grass." Riddle states. He does move to stand closer to Trey. "The last teacher I had for the day held my entire class due to a small handful of students creating a ruckus. Even I, a model student, was forced to stay. That caused me to arrive late to my club activities."

"That doesn't seem very fair." Trey says.

"It is not! Only rulebreakers should be punished. As someone who acts accordingly at all times, I had no reason to be grouped in with them. For causing everyone else trouble those rulebreakers deserve harsher consequences." Riddle's voice raises as he goes on.

Trey notices Riddle does not seem to defend any of the other students who were kept behind, thought he does not bring that up. He's here to help Riddle and he believes scolding Riddle for only caring about his own circumstances is a distraction from that.

Riddle goes on. "If I had the ability to I'd dish out the proper punishments to them. In fact, I should gain the ability to."

"How would you do that?" Trey asks.

"I challenge the current leader of my dorm to a duel. If I win, I take over their place. Then I can apply punishment to those who happen to be in my dorm." Riddle explains. The idea of being in charge excites him.

The idea of Riddle being in charge makes Trey somewhat hesitant. The strictness he follows could cause trouble. That idea starts and ends inside his thoughts, Trey ends up encouraging Riddle instead. "You should. You could lend a helping hand to those who are also effected by troubles."

Trey hopes that reminding Riddle of the existence of others will keep him on the right path. But, if it did not, Trey would still side with Riddle. It's what he's here for.

"It was a good thing to speak to you today. It's helped me decide on how to straighten out the behaviors of others. Mother will be proud when she hears that I've become a House Warden." Riddle grins, arrogant and sure of himself. "I'll complete this at once."

He pauses the song and then is gone, leaving Trey to wonder if he's done the right thing.

Riddle had started to come to the sekai often. From complaining to bragging about his accomplishments, Riddle saw Trey often. He spoke to Cater to a lesser extent, as the boy usually took a backseat in the conversations Riddle has with Trey and was never the one to be the first person Riddle sees when he enters the sekai.

Today is different. Riddle arrives, calling out for Trey. The one who answers is Cater, "Trey's a bit busy right now! Why don't you tell ole Cay-cay your woes?"

Speaking to only Cater isn't something Riddle ever sought out to do, but Trey is always on Riddle's side, why would Cater be any different?

"Before that, what is Trey busy with?" Riddle asks. He does want to know what Trey finds so important.

"You know how forever ago you mentioned how there's supposed to be two other boys here? He's seeing if he can find them." Cater says.

Riddle nods. It makes sense that Trey would like to round the troupe out. Satisfied with that answer, he starts telling Cater about the woes he has with his dorm underlings being unable to properly follow the rules.

It's a surprise when Cater speaks up and, unlike Trey, does not assure Riddle that he's in the right. "Ever tried, like, trying to get closer to the people in your dorm? They'll probably listen to you better if you do." Cater says, defying Riddle's expectations.

"If they would like to be my friends they should have a shred of decency. And people need not be my friend in order to do what's expected of them." Riddle responds. Really, he can't see why Cater is urging him to interact with those hooligans. He's here to help Riddle and telling him to make friends isn't helping.

"You sure? Wouldn't it be totes real nice to have some buddies irl?" Cater asks.

"I have you and Trey, do I not? I don't need more." Riddle answers, rather matter of factly. He truly believes he's sated in the friendship category, even if his friends only existed in a place no one else can get to.

"If you ever change your mind, I've got all sorts of friend making tips for you." Cater grins, although something seems off about that grin.

Riddle scoffs.

Riddle has moved up a grade when something new happens in his sekai. He still visits the place regularly, today being one of those days.

He's sitting on a picnic blanket he had left there, enjoying a conversation with Trey and Cater when Trey asks a rather odd question.

"Riddle." He starts, in an almost hesitant way, "Don't you want to find out what your goal is?"

"We've spoken about this. My goal is to surpass the expectations my mother has set for me." Riddle says.

Trey knows all about Riddle's situation with his mother, her controlling nature, helicopter parenting, and how everything has lead to the Riddle that's sitting beside him now. Trey's aware he should've been pushing Riddle to find his goal instead of indulging his skewed views. But he finds himself unable to. He doesn't give Riddle that push forward.

"Is this really the guy you're wasting time on?" A boy strolls into view, Riddle recognizing him as Ace Trappola. Or, more accurately, a version made for Riddle's world.

"Ace…" Trey starts as if he was going to scold Ace but fails to do so, finishing with, "Be nice."

"Waited forever to show up here and nothing's gotten done. What have you guys even been doing?" Ace continues on.

Ace would've gone on further but something slinks out of the shadows and moves towards Riddle rather quickly towards Riddle. It isn't until whatever it is comes to stop that Riddle can tell what, or more specifically, who it is. The final member of the Heartslabyul subgroup, Deuce Spade. He stands in front of Riddle, gazing down at Riddle and holding some sort of case that can't be seen into with strings protruding from a gap in the case that are bound to his arm.

"Do you need something?" Riddle asks, desiring to move away from the boy looming over him.

Wordlessly he leans down and bumps his forehead against Riddle's before straightening back up and walking back to Ace.

"What was that?!" Riddle is shocked at the absurd happening.

"He's saying hello. Deuce over here is a man of few words and fewer brain cells." Ace answers in place of Deuce who shoots him a glare.

"Why?" Riddle refuses to accept an answer so vague.

"What part of a man of few words doesn't click for you? How the heck do you want me to find out?" Ace says, a mix of mockery and slight agitation.

"Ask him. A few words does not mean no words. Surely he can manage to say something." Riddle glares at Ace with an expression far more intense than the one Deuce gave him earlier.

"Let's calm down. If Deuce doesn't want to say anything we shouldn't force him into it." Trey steps in before it can turn into a full blown argument.

"How is he meant to help me if he says nothing?" Riddle turns his head to face Trey. This question is less rude than his earlier ones, coming strictly from confusion instead of agitation.

"Body language." Cater pipes up. "That's what he did earlier."

"I don't want that." Riddle replies.

"Why are you so ungrateful? He's made an effort to communicate with you." It's up in the air if Ace is defending his friend or doing this to get on Riddle's nerves.

"He can find another way." Riddle crosses his arm.

"No." Ace replies.

Riddle wishes he brought his wand. It may be unfair to use magic on someone who was designed to be a newbie mage, but Ace has it coming. "What do you mean no? Are you defying me?"

"Yes." Ace's blunt one word answers frustrate Riddle more than most people manage to.

Before Ace says something else, Trey puts both his hands up in a motion meant to pacify. "We should at least try to get along."

"We can get along when he learns to behave." Riddle snaps.

"I'll behave when he puts some effort into trying to find out his goal instead of wasting our time. He's progressed as much as Deuce talks." Ace says and Deuce adjusts the case he's holding.

"I've already figured out what I want! I don't need the help of someone so defiant." Riddle replies.

Deuce grabs Ace's shoulder to draw his attention to him. He then shakes his head.

Riddle raises an eyebrow. "What's he trying to say?"

"He agrees with me." Ace fills in for Deuce.

"Maybe he's trying to tell you to calm down. It's awfully tense here." Trey says.

"Maybe we should separate for a bit. Would so help everyone calm down." Cater joins the conversation once again.

"If you guys never stop babying him he's never going to change." With that said Ace heads off into the rose maze.

Deuce lingers behind, staring at Riddle with disappointment, or perhaps pity, in his eyes before following Ace.

"Who do those two think they are, showing up so delayed and then doing nothing but try to frustrate me? They need to learn how to behave." Riddle says to Trey.

Hesitantly, Trey smiles. "Maybe they just need to settle in. Once they get comfortable they'll see things your way." Trey says, but he doesn't believe his own words. Ace is right when he says Riddle has made no progress. Since he became housewarden of his dorm Riddle's behavior has only worsened. But Trey hasn't and will not speak up about it. Riddle needs someone on his side and Trey will be that person.

It's not like Cater has mentioned Riddle's behavior, at least not to Riddle's face. The two have spoken about their concerns many times but have never done anything to address it besides Cater's light pushes to try and get Riddle to make friends.

"They better. This place is meant to be my sanctuary. If they won't listen to me they don't belong here." Riddle huffs and, once again, Trey wonders if he's doing the right thing.

Neither Ace or Deuce approach Riddle in the following days. Occasionally Riddle will catch glimpses of the two walking through the maze. He never calls out for them, still bitter over their first meeting. If they want to speak to him they need to apologize first.

The next time Riddle is forced to see them, their meeting is still unpleasant.

Trey had excused himself to go complete a some task during one of Riddle's vent session. When Trey's footsteps can no longer be heard Ace enters the part of maze Riddle has been lingering in, Deuce trailing behind him like last time.

"Still making no progress? Have you given up on even trying to do anything besides tyrannically ruling your dorm?" Ace asks, once again getting under Riddle's skin.

"Have you come to waste my time again? I'm doing exactly what I'm supposed to." Riddle replies.

"You're wasting everyone here's time." Ace scoffs.

Deuce brushes by Ace and walks to stand directly in front of Riddle. The case he's normally holding gone, now replaced by some sort of doll resting on the crook of his arm the way one would hold a small child. Not, not a doll, some sort of marionette judging by the strings that are still wrapped around his arm. He leans down, brushing his cheek against Riddle's and lightly kissing Riddle's cheek twice.

Riddle jumps back. "That greeting is not appropriate for this scenario! La bise is not to be used for people who have a relationship as distant as our's!"

Deuce cocks his head to the side, his confusion clear. This was his effort to show respect towards Riddle but it seems he has failed to properly portray his feelings.

"Are you going to reject every attempt he does for saying hello?" Ace says.

Ignoring him, Riddle scolds Deuce. "We are far too distant from one another to greet each other with that. Nor are we equals."

Deuce blinks slowly at Riddle, trying another form of greeting. It's lost on Riddle as he knows little about cat behavior. He takes it as expressing confusion again.

Riddle lets that pass since Deuce's heart is in the right place, or it seems to be compared to the other half of the duo. "What has made you bring that marionette out of its case? And what's the purpose of it ?"

Deuce looks flattered that Riddle is interested in his marionette. But that only lasts a moment as Ace uses Deuce's silence to speak for him. "Ain't it obvious? It's meant to be you."

Observing the marionette, Riddle can see that it has a similar hair and eye color to him, but it's clearly modeled to be a mature woman. Riddle has no time to protest what Ace had said before he begins talking again.

"A puppet like this suits you real well. You're your mommy's puppet, too self-righteous to live life different from how you were ordered to." Ace is awfully smug as he taunts Riddle.

It is brought into question if Deuce's marionette is for that reason by the scowl he directs at Ace but Riddle is too consumed with rage to even think about anything except Ace's insults.

"Who do you think you are to insult me?! I am not self-righteous, I am right!" Riddle shouts, chest heaving with raw emotion.

Deuce puts his free hand on Riddle's chest, holding him in place so he couldn't turn the fight to something above a shouting match, knowing this will only worsen Riddle's view of him. But even with that sacrifice he can do nothing to stop the two from yelling at one another.

Trey and Cater appear as the verbal fight slowly worsens, looking as if they had run there. "What's going on?" Trey asks.

"These two cause nothing nothing but trouble! Rid them from my sight at once! I want them gone!" Riddle orders the older two. At first they don't react, but that's only for one moment before each one of them drags the duo from Riddle's sight.

Cater returns, but Trey does not. "Where's Trey?" Riddle looks around, scanning for the person he's closest to.

"He's giving the Adeuce duo a talking to. But don't worry, I'm here to keep you company." Cater forces up cheer as he talks. He's not pleased with what he's just done, but that won't erase the fact he did it. He should at least attempt to calm Riddle down.

Riddle frowns. He would prefer both of them be there, but he can wait for Trey's inevitable return. "What's the point of having those two here if they intend to do nothing but bother me? This place is here to help me pursue my goal, how am I meant to do so if they're standing in my way?!" The intensity from the earlier situation still pumping through Riddle, causing him to lack control of his volume.

"They are trying to help. They just got different ways than me and Trey. They're here 'cause you need them." Cater gently tries to explain the scenario out to Riddle. It's his sekai, they're meant to be there for him. "Maybe you should get to know them. The way you guys interact will def change if you guys get closer. Deuce-y over there is pretty affectionate with you."

"How am I meant to get to know a person who refuses to utter a word?" Riddle's disscontempt with the situation obvious.

"Ask yes or no questions and he can nod or shake his head to answer. Unless you'd rather start by getting to know Ace." Cater adds Ace as the only other option as he's aware it'll force him into talking to at least one of them.

"I will attempt to have a discussion with Deuce. I cannot promise it'll help us bond." From the way Riddle is speaking it sounds like he's being forced into solving a hostage situation, not trying to make friends.

"Atta boy! Trey's probably all done scolding them by now, why don't you go snag Deuce for some alone time." Cater gives Riddle a slight nudge, pushing him into heading off whether he wants to or not.

Riddle mutters an array of words to express his frustration under his breath. Cater can only hope some progress is made between those three.

Riddle heads through the rose maze, heading in the direction he can heard voices. Although he cannot hear Trey, Ace's shouting is enough to help Riddle find where they are. Riddle is almost rounding a corner before he can hear the conversation clearly.

"You know Riddle's situation, you can't be too upset with how he acts." Riddle hears Trey say.

"Course I know it! But just because he's been hurt doesn't mean he gets to swing around and hurt other people! Have you even thought about how the people in his dorm must feel? Have you even done anything to try and help him?" As Ace yells this, Riddle stays as still as he can so he can eavesdrop.

"I don't want to push him into something he's not ready for." Trey says.

"So you're going to coddle him forever? Are you going to pretend everything's okay so you don't make him upset? Are you even actually on his side?" Ace continues on.

"I…" Trey starts but ultimately never finishes his sentence.

"He doesn't have any friends and you're one of the causes of it! You can't even manage to count yourself as his friend, just his defender!" If Trey has a response to what Ace had just said Riddle wouldn't hear it. He'd stormed off.

Trey, who he had put his utmost faith in, has stabbed him in the back. It is not just Ace who is intent on causing him problems, all of them must be. He's digging his phone out of his pocket when he can hear footsteps heading his way.

"It must be Trey, here to explain that Ace was simply being harsh and that he is on my side." Riddle thinks. When he looks up he's greeted by Deuce with that stupid marionette still tied to him.

"Is there a reason you chose to follow me?" Riddle snaps. "Have you come to rub salt in my wounds?"

Deuce shakes his head. He hasn't stepped into Riddle's personal space as he tends to, but Riddle still has no want to see his face.

"Do you intend to comfort me to make up for the earlier trouble you've caused? How do you plan to do that if you're too stubborn to break your goal of staying silent?" The only person Riddle wants to see less than Deuce is Ace.

Even after Riddle has tutted him for his silence Deuce stays quiet. He's another thorn in Riddle's side.

"Is there a reason you've chosen to never utter a word to me? Is there some deeper meaning to your silence or are you just being spiteful?" Riddle peppers Deuce with questions he knew the other would fail to be able to properly answer.

As Deuce thinks of a way to answer Riddle can almost see the cogs turning in his head. Deuce steps closer to Riddle, close enough that he's able to brush his fingertips against Riddle's throat.

"You chose not to talk to me because I talk?" Riddle asks. Deuce shakes his head.

"Because I haven't given you permission?" Deuce shakes his head at the answer again.

He drags his fingertips up Riddle's throat to his lips. "Stop that." Riddle says, "If you intend to help me at least tell me why you won't speak to me."

Still Deuce doesn't respond. This time he points at Riddle's throat and then the marionette he's holding with his other arm.

"You're back to mocking me?!" Riddle is absolutely sick of this behavior.

Deuce shakes his head again. He must've come to some sort of realization as he writes letters out in the air.

M-O-M

"Mom?" Riddle repeats what Deuce has written. Deuce grins and nods enthusiastically upon finally getting his message understood.

Deuce smoothes the hair of the marionette and the pieces of the puzzle fit together in Riddle's head.

The marionette is not a representation of Riddle, it's a stand in for his mother. It is not bound to Deuce, Deuce, the true marionette in this situation, is bound to it. He doesn't speak as a reflection of how Riddle lets his mother speak for him. But Deuce's version of Riddle's mother is inanimate, leaving Deuce unable to say a word.

Riddle is nauseous at confronting a representation of him and his mother on another person. Ace's insults are preferable to the good natured Deuce being a humanization of something he's refused fo acknowledge.

He reaches for Deuce's throat, unsure if he's going to squeeze the life out of it or attempt to provide some comfort. Deuce must assume the best of Riddle, letting him wrap his hand around his throat. Riddle lets his hand linger there before he realizes something is horribly wrong and pulls his hand away like he's been burned.

Deuce is not a representation of Riddle's life now, but what it would become if things do not change. A point past where Riddle let his mother speak for him, he's the point where Riddle would lose his ability to ever speak for himself. A time where he could never express what he truly wants because the problem has deepened to such a degree that he couldn't escape.

Deuce's vocal chords were severed. Even if he wants to, he can never speak for himself. Deuce exists in Riddle's sekai to show him the unfortunate future he may stumble into, the lack of free will.

It's no surprise why Ace lashes out at Riddle. He idolizes the person who, deep down Riddle has known for a while, is an abuser. He's lived in such deep denial of the situation that in order to force him to acknowledge it his sekai created a version of Ace's friend who has had his vocal chords mutilated. And Ace constantly heard Riddle praise such a woman.

But if his mother is not right, what is Riddle? He's been raised by his mother's view of the world and has since pushed that world view on others. Is Riddle in the wrong? He couldn't be.

Shoving his doubts deep down, he willing chooses to drown himself in denial. He does not want to find himself guilty so he'll find everyone else guilty. Riddle lets out an ear piercing scream.

"What the fuck is your problem?" Ace appears at the scene, running up to where Riddle and Deuce are standing.

"You are! You're all against me! You've brought me here to ruin my life! This entire place was created to lure me into feeling safe so you could break me down!" Riddle's frantic, chest heaving not with anger but this time despair. He's aware Trey and Cater arrived soon after Ace and declares them equally as guilty as the rest.

"Riddle…" Trey tries to head towards Riddle, to comfort him.

Riddle rejects this. "Don't you come near me! You've turned against me just as they have!" What Riddle thinks is bile rises in his throat, bubbling in his throat.

Although Trey is not able to approach Riddle, Ace is close enough to grab Riddle by the collar. "Stop it with your hissy fit! Everything that happens here is cause of you and your inability to take responsibility for your own actions!"

"I don't need to take responsibility! My actions are just!" Riddle shouts back equally as loud as Ace had shouted at him.

Ace slams his fist into Riddle's jaw, sending him careening to the ground. Riddle's head spins. He can hear the voices of everyone else, but can't make out their shouts and gasps. He's pulled into sitting position, coming face to face with a concerned looking Trey.

Riddle feels the bile rise higher in his throat, coughing it up in Trey's face. It's not bile he coughs up, but a inky black goo. Riddle is aware what that is. He's heard about it in classes.

It's blot. But Riddle can't overblot. He's not at fault so why must he feel bad? Why must it hurt?

It's a swirling blaze of emotions as he blots, all far more intense than anything he's felt before.

"You!" He howls at Ace. "You'll regret the day you ever crossed paths with me! All of you will!"

"I think," Ace says pensively, "We're in danger." Deuce nods solemnly in agreement.

"I'm not going down until this brat finds out what his goal is." Ace says. "And you two better take responsibility and step in."

Without mentioning names it's clear Ace is speaking to the residents who had been in the sekai far longer than he had. The regret the two had been facing, the questioning of all their actions, the wondering if what they had been doing is right, they're given a chance to make it all wash away. To show they actually do want to help Riddle.

Steeling himself Trey answers Ace's call to action by stepping forward and readying himself.

"Really? We're just going to join in and go for it?" Cater looks around but moves to join Trey.

Deuce nudges Cater as if to reassure or convince him. Deuce doesn't seem particularly nervous. One could say he looking antsy to get into the fight. This doesn't reassure Cater.

Not that there is any choice to not fight. Even if Ace and Deuce are unexperienced they have Trey and Cater backing them up. All four of them have a chance at stopping Riddle.

Riddle lunges forward and Ace dodges out of the way. But it's not Ace Riddle was reaching for, it's the marionette. Riddle had grabbed the imitation of his mother, wanting an answer for her. He wails and shouts to his mother, the strong emotions Riddle feels prevalent in his expression as he attempts to pull the marionette into his arms, uncaring if Deuce's arm comes with it.

With Riddle trying to wrestle the marionette away from Deuce, Ace takes this as a chance to strike the finishing blow. "Hey! Make sure to duck at the right time!" He yells over to Deuce. Ace has enough faith in Deuce to believe he'll be able to time it right.

Ace's belief is in the right place as Deuce manages to duck, the connecting strings tearing as Riddle is thrown backwards onto the ground. Trey sprints to where Riddle is, holding him tightly in his arms.

"Mother," Riddle thinks with his eyes shut tight, "What am I meant to believe about you?" He clutches the marionette as bits and pieces fall off it.

"Riddle!" Trey calls out. Riddle opens his eyes and Trey brings him into a tight hug causing the what remains of the marionette to crumble away. Riddle leans into Trey's hug as the lingering blot fades away.

"You better have learned your lesson or else we nearly died so you could have a good time." Ace says, looking down at Riddle from a standing position. "You even broke Deuce's toy."

Riddle looks at Deuce standing besides Ace, unraveling the strings that hadn't been pulled away. Riddle opens his arms up, letting the parts of the marionette that had landed in his arms land on the ground. Before what had just happened Riddle would've frantically tried to stick the pieces together. But now his idolization of his mother's teaching has fallen apart like the marionette.

"I don't think I ever truly idolized her. I think I clung to what I had been taught because it was the only thing I had. I didn't want to let go because I would've had to acknowledge what she had done and what I have done to others." Riddle begins tearing up. His phone lights up as the formerly unnamed song gains a title.

"That's not good enough." Ace says.

"Take it easy." Cater nudges Ace. "We've made totes good progress."

"We haven't made any progress if he hasn't figured out what he wants." Ace looks from Cater to Riddle. "So, what is it?"

Riddle dissects all that happened in his mind, what each member of the sekai had given him advice on. "I want to be my own person. I don't want to live my entire life the way my mother wants me to."

Ace gives a satisfied, and slightly smug smile. "That's good enough for now."

Trey helps Riddle stand, bringing him up to be included where everyone else stood. It feels nice to not be distant from everyone else.

"Now," Ace continues, "Next time you come bring apology gifts for everyone. It's the least you can do to make up for what we just went through. And it's weird to see Deuce's arm in full view. Cover it again."

Deuce shrugs. He doesn't seem to be demanding anything, but he does shift his arm some in order to show he isn't thrilled to have nothing there.

Riddle relents to Ace's wishes. He feels he needs to take steps forward when it comes to understanding other people and seeking forgiveness is one step he can take.

He hands out each box, looking everyone over to see if they enjoyed the items he got them. Deuce is the final one to open his box, revealing a marionette that is not a recreation of his old one, but a brand new design. Something that meant as much to Riddle as it does to Deuce. It's a sign Riddle is becoming his own person.

Deuce grins then presses a quick kiss to Riddle's lips.

"What was that?" Riddle is reeling by how easily Deuce shares physical affection. He wishes Deuce would put some thought into any of his actions.

"A thank you, duh." Ace replies. "You grow used to his way of showing how he's feeling."

"He does this to everyone?" Riddle asks.

"You can't prove he doesn't. 'Sides did you think he just never communicated with us? You haven't even seen half of how he does things." Ace says. "Wait, don't tell me, was that your first kiss?"

"So what if it was?" Riddle answers and Ace resists the urge.

"Congrats man! This sekai is really moving you forward in life already!" Ace mockingly congratulates.

Riddle huffs at him. "Preach to me from your corner of no relationships!"

"Let's not fight. Aren't we all friends now?" Trey says.

"Let's take a selfie to remember this by! Everyone say cheese!" Cater gets everyone together for a photo. A photo Riddle fondly sets as his phone background.

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