#submitted stories

[onlyalittledisgruntled]

My best friend of 11 years turned out to be the biological father of my 2 year old son. I've been married for 3 years, but I've been friends with this guy for way longer. It's cheesy as hell to say, but we were like platonic soul mates, not in a gay way.

We've known each other since our first year of high school back when we were two geeky kids. I didn't expect him to stick with me for so long, but I guess good things never last.

He introduced me to my current wife since they worked at the same restaurant at the time. She wasn't my type but I trusted him when he introduced us and we only dated for a year before I proposed. There was some pressure from her family for me to marry her, so partially, that was why I got down on one knee.

I didn't have much money, and he graciously helped out with that. We were able to move into a small house on rent, and he helped me with payments for the first three months. I couldn't thank him enough and he was over often to have a beer. My wife and him got along from their days of working together but I never suspected anything.

My wife really wanted a baby after a year of marriage and I felt like it was too soon. We had discussed having kids but, she had agreed to wait a bit before we handled such a big responsibility. I was still hopping from job to job, and she was unemployed, so I couldn't figure out how we could financially afford to have a kid.

She was constantly talking about kids and around this time, which was early June, the old washing machine we had broke. Our landlord told us that we had to pay out of pocket if he was going to hire a repairman so I asked my buddy if he knew someone. Apparently, he had experience with fixing machines and working with plumbing, which I didn't know about.

For about a week, he was basically staying over while he tried to fix the washing machine. I let him because I didn't have the money to afford a guy to fix it quickly. Near the end of June, my wife told me she was pregnant which didn't come as a surprise given that we did have sex.

She gave birth to a son and I didn't feel those strong paternal instincts that I see online all the time. He was a baby and that was it for me, but I did my best to work around the clock to support him and my wife. His 2nd birthday was last month and I went out for a smoke while her family celebrated inside the house.

My buddy came out with me but he was dead silent. He suddenly told me that he needed to get something off his chest, and then told me that he was the father of my 2 year old son. I didn't know what to say and it felt like my ears were ringing loudly.

I only managed to ask how he knew that, and he told me that while I was away at work, he and my wife went to a clinic to have a paternity test done. His results were positive and he was the father. I didn't want to believe him, and after the party I asked my wife.

She broke down in tears and begged me not to divorce her. I know he would not take custody of my son, and he wouldn't take care of her either if we divorced. So, I stayed. It's been a month since I found out, and I haven't spoken to him and things are quiet with my wife and I.

[ddarker-dreams]

Imagine:

"Take responsibility." Scaramouche's loud voice fills the room. You set your book on the nearby table, noting how the guards begin to vacate the room at his arrival.

"For what, my lord?" you ask, blinking up at him. Apparently not expecting that quite reasonable question, he begins to sputter, face turning red.

"Y-you know what you did!" A pitiful attempt at dodging the question. Was this man really a Harbinger? Repressing the urge to sigh, you decide to prompt him further. Better to get this over with.

"I'm afraid I really don't," you stand up, meeting him at full height, "so do fill me in. I'll promise to take full responsibility." Your lord refuses to meet your gaze as he begins muttering. You can't hear all of it, but you can make out the word "feelings", and that's enough to fill out the blanks. A sly grin spreads across your face. Oh, this is going to be good.

You take his hand in yours, effectively cutting him off. Finally, he looks at you. You giggle, and he averts his eyes once again. You're leaning in, now. So close you can feel the heat radiating from his cheeks. He turns his face back to you with wide eyes.

He's like putty in your hands. You smile, and press a quick peck to his cheek before stepping back.

"Wha-" Anger blooms across his face, and it's clear he's about to yell. Laughing all the way, you turn on your heel and break out into a run.

"Catch me if you can!"

Provoking a harbinger like this...you really don't know when to stop, do you?

SCREAMING CRYING AND YELLING ... i love anything that shows how whipped scaramouche is for reader despite his best efforts to conceal it. AAH i adore this <33 especially paired with the mental image of the nearby guards sweating for their lives in case scara decides to take his frustration out on them. reader is able to just frolic about care free while they're fighting for their lives. thank you so much for the blessing <3

[gee-at-target]

I have two short stories from when I worked at target.

The first: I was checking out this girl and couple of her friends. She paid me cash, said "keep the change, bitch," and left.

2nd: I was processing a return for this guy. He pulled the receipt out of his bag, gave it a once over, and handed it to me with full confidence. I looked this man in the eye and had to say "Sir, this is a McDonalds receipt."

[bastionkeeper]

Listen, i James, a man who regularly cries at commercial and who should not write, felt bad about earlier so I wrote you something

Lup is there the first time. Well not there and not the first time. But she’s (technically) in that cave with her brother when they find Barry’s home for the last ten years.

She’s sees the tank and the maps and everything her brilliant husband put together and thinks, Barry, I love you, you brilliant man.

Then she sees the candles, the lack of light and how deeply terrifying it must be to wake up alone and thinks, Barry, I hate you for doing this to yourself, you disaster.

And it’s not that she can put it out of her mind, just that she’s freed and they have their final battle against the hunger. Barry is right by her side, even when he’s human and she’s all liched out. Taako is there. Taako knows her, fucking finally.

In the aftermath, when she’s caught between Taako and Barry (again, not that she’s corporeal), winking at Kravitz from across the room, she thinks they might be alright.

Until the dreams start.

She doesn’t sleep. She can’t, as a lich. But like hell is she gonna let her boys out of her sight. Krav has a good handle on Taako, and also has hands, so when he’s around, she lets him take care of her brother. She doesn’t love it, but it works until she gets her body back. But Barry struggles. He falls asleep curled up next to Taako, which helps little bit. But her brother will wake up during the night, or, after the first few, go sleep with Kravitz.

On the Starblaster, they had a system. They cuddles throughout most nights. When things were bad, dancing lights did the job. She slept or meditated lightly, so if he woke up panicked she could help. She could hold him.

And now, even though they won, she still couldn’t.

A few weeks after the Day of Story and Song, Barry wakes up from a nightmare so bad he doesn’t know where he is. She turns on the lights and casts spells and he looks at her, distrusting. He says, “I know this isn’t real. This is just that dream again.” Tears are welling up in his eyes. “It’s just that dream again. I’m gonna get my Lup back,” he says.

She can’t prove she’s real to him. It’s all her nightmares rolled into one.

“If you go back to sleep,” she says, “then you’ll wake up one day closer to the real me.”

He gives her a little wry smile. “I knew it was a dream. I’ve been telling myself that for years.”

When he wakes for real, hours later, he bursts into tears. “You are my Lup, my wife and you are real.”

“I love you too,” she replies. Liches can’t cry, but it hurts like she is.

When she gets her body back, she cries again. She ruins on of Barry’s identical shirts with tears and the makeup Taako brought. Later, she takes so much pride in physically having a body that can ruin things that Magnus offers the frame the shirt. (She takes him up on it and the shirt hangs in the dining room.)

That night, after loudly announcing all the sex they were gonna have, she takes Barry to bed. She kisses his face and neck and hair and the scars on chest and she cries the whole time. He holds her and kisses every inch he can without letting go.

Eventually, they fall asleep. Eventually, Barry wakes up in the middle of the night, terrified.

Her first instinct is to cast dancing lights so they aren’t alone in the dark. And then, finally, she’s there, physically. She pulls him into her lap and holds him tight, letting him cry against her shoulder. It’s the reverse of what they had done twelve hours earlier when she was freed from the tank. She can stroke his hair with one hand and hold him close with the other arm. He just clings to her.

“I love you,” she whispers into his hair.

“I love you too,” he replies into her shoulder.

“I’m never letting you out of my sight again,” she says.

“Death do us part can’t even work on us now, babe,” he says, having calmed down.

“Nerd,” she says, kissing his forehead.

Barry eventually gets to sleep, still snuggled up to her chest. They’ve got a long road ahead, but she’s knows they can take it on, together.

yo yo yo James this is so good I especially love the bit about Lup being proud of having a body that can ruin things that’s such a good detail <3 never apologize for angst even when I act outraged I loooove angst

[earthisspaceaustralia]

If humans are the scary ones, what would aliens think of our scary SciFi? What would the Borg, Darth Vader and Daleks look like to them? "You make up horrors from space? Why?" And what do they think about the heroes we then make up to fight space horrors? "So your heroes in these stories must be just as fearsome?" Human: "... um. One is a peaceloving ships Captain who like Earl grey tea. Another is a humanoid alien in a box with a screwdriver... smart people with screwdrivers can be scary!"

That’s a fun thought. What if we accidentally created a scary alien race that looks a lot like one of the nicest ones in our region of space? We almost get attacked by like 3 other species before we can explain.

[fuckstudy]

I am learning about myself each day, and I am starting to believe that self-love and acceptance is the only thing that will bring me happiness

Me too anon, me too. 

I’m learning that the learning curve is a steep one, littered with mistakes, missteps, falls and moments of failure in between. And that sometimes, asking for help is the bravest thing a person can do. 

Especially when its one’s self that’s on the line. 

I’m proud of you anon, and I wish you the very best for the year to come. 

[ddarker-dreams]

You’ve gotten tired of Diluc just hovering around you when you're just trying to relax. Sitting in front of the fireplace with a book was normally one of your favorite past times, however its always uncomfortable when the master of the house flits around you like burning embers to a flame. He hovers around you, seemingly unpreturbed by your silent dissaproval. Dealing with his avoidant personality can be tiring to say the least, and after a few months of evading his invitations, it's worn you down.

"If you're going to just stand there, at least make yourself useful and put this back for me."

The shock that runs through Diluc's face is akin to a lightning strike; unexpected, fleeting, and easily visible in the dark. Like a child approaching a small animal, he carefully tiptoes over to the large couch. The leather bound book moves from one hand to another, its spine fully broken in from the amount of times you've read it.

"... And where should I place it, my love?"

The saccharine pet name sends a wave of disgust through your veins. How dare he call you his love after all he's done to you? Does he truly believe the marks on your back are a symbol of love and not ownership?

How revolting.

"Just place it with all the other books on the shelf. No need to make things difficult for either of us now."

"Very well, darling. Please let me know if you need anything else, and I will have it ready for you."

"The only thing I need right now is some peace and quiet, so if you could leave me alone, that'd be great."

There's a small tug on your heartstings as Diluc shoots you a look similar to one of a scolded puppy; dejected eyes, downturned lips, and curled shoulders make you feel the slightest of pity for him. Wordlessly, he leaves the sitting room with your book in tow.

Even now, you're still like a babe in the woods, foolishly letting yourself be dragged along by his whims. It is of no matter to you now though, as this glass house will eventually shatter, leaving nothing but shards of what could have been in its wake.

WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS????????????????????????????????????????? WOH/ //WAOH????????? WOAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE THIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS your diluc characterization is phenomenal ... that skulking around, even though he knows he's unwanted... how he stomachs the insults but still never works on fixing what causes you to say them in the first place... syl your writing has fed us all well thank you for this blessing <333 omg and you just know he's sad about reader rejecting the name 'my love', he probably has been excited to say it out loud for ages JEKGRM some things should just remain unsaid mr. ragnvindr..........................