#I procrastinated too long on something for work and now I have a problem

[newnamesamecharlotte]

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[voids-ideas]

Ok I am going to do this simply because the first thing I will put here I NEED to do it and I have 0 motivation to do it even though it is EXTREMELY important

In fact, I think that's the reason why I don't want to do it... anyway

If this gets to 30 notes, I do that thing ✅️

50 notes, I call to ask if my doctor's appointment has been scheduled (I've been avoiding it for two weeks now) ✅️

100 notes, I go wash my shoes that have long needed washing and are just sitting there, existing, waiting for me to deign to wash them. ✅️

200 notes, I finish organizing my room (I organized it halfway and then left a bunch of things that still don't have a defined place) ✅️

500 notes, I use the things I have to bleach and color my hair. The only thing that has stopped me is the fear of doing it wrong or being too lazy to maintain it. ✅️

1k notes, I stop doing things that I know will trigger my chronic pain with the pure intention of confirming that the pain was indeed real (don't do this. 0 recommended) ✅️

5k notes, I try some new food without fear of wasting money by buying something I most likely won't like (my autism hates new foods) ✅️

10k notes, I wear my bi flag earrings in front of someone I wouldn't usually wear them with. I trust that they possibly wouldn't have a problem with me being bi, but I would never get up the courage to tell them anything ✔️ (I haven't, but that person was in my room next to where the earrings are. They were 0% hidden) ✅️

20k notes, wtf I have absolutely no idea. If it comes to this, ehhh... Honestly, I have no idea what I'm doing here. Do I promise to be honest in therapy and stop telling them that everything is perfect even though nothing has ever been perfect? Yeah, that probably works. Please don't go this far, I don't know how to do this. Maybe I should... but... it would be awful to learn it

April 2024: I stop procrastinating editing this post with the things I've already done. I WANT THE HAIR SO MUCH BUT IT'S SO DIFFICULT

May 2024: Red hair, red hair, red hair. I'M CROWLEY, RED HAIR!!!!!

[ccsainzleclerc5516]

So Obviously In Love

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader

Warnings: a little bit of smut

Lando knew he was in love with you for a very long time. It didn't even take him long to admit it to himself, but to you?

It took him ages.

One of the problems was that your last name was Fewtrell and that pretty much explains it all.

But even though it took him a long time to tell you outright that he was madly in love with you, he didn't try to hide it much. In fact, he was too obvious with his actions.

Besides the fact that he started spending more time with you than with your brother, or his best friend to be exact, a lot of big little things happened that gave him away.

Like that one time he called you for the first time to check if you got home safely.

You just got back from Lando's after spending almost the entire afternoon at his place and you're pretty tired, ready for bed. Your eyes are slowly closing, but you know you still have to take a shower, so you decide not to procrastinate and get to work. Just as you were about to leave your phone on the kitchen counter and head for the bathroom, it starts buzzing in your hands. Caller ID showing Lan. You must have forgotten something at his apartment, you think to yourself because it wouldn't be the first time. "What did I leave now?" You sigh answering the phone. "Nothing this time, don't worry." He chuckles. "What's up then?" You ask, a little confused considering you were together just half an hour ago. "Just wanted to make sure you got home safely" He says. "I know you said you were tired and you wouldn't let me drive you." Your heart warms at his caring words and you find yourself smiling as you fiddle with the car keys. "Safe and sound, Lan" "Good, good." He really doesn't want to end the conversation, but he knows you just got back from him, so he pauses for a second before continuing. "Alright, well, I'll talk to you in the morning then. Sleep tight." "You too, Lan. Good night.”

Or the way he gives you the last bite even though it's his cheat day

Lando is always on a special, healthy and clean eating regimen because his job simply requires it. Every now and then, once a month, he lets off steam and eats whatever his heart desires. Today was one of those days. Lando had been talking about burgers all week. He was craving a big, fat burger with lots of fries on the side. He was standing behind the kitchen island finishing his burger when you entered the kitchen. "Whatcha doin'?" You asked hopping onto the kitchen island, your eyes following the last bits of the burger. He didn't say anything, not wanting to speak with his mouth full, he just pointed to the burger and made the most satisfying face ever. "Ugh, it looks so good..I've been so hungry all day, I've been going full vacuum mode on everything edible.." You whined putting your hand over your tummy. "Are you pms-ing?" Lando asked and you nodded frowning. "Here, you can finish it if you want to." He offered without much hesitation. "No, you finish it, it's your cheat day. I’ve already eaten way too much today, one more bite and I might explode." "No, come on. I want you to have it. I'm already full anyway." He lied. He could have eaten at least one more burger like that. "But it's your last bite..the best one" You said as he put it into your hands.

He took a kitchen towel and wiped his mouth with it before grabbing his bottle of water and heading back towards the gaming room.

"There's some more junk food and pistachio ice cream in the fridge. Take that with you when you go home."

Or that one time everyone went crazy when Lando's hand wandered onto your thigh on the stream.

When they heard that you were also there, in Lando's apartment, the fans shifted all their attention from him to you. They were calling your name in the chat and pestering Lando to get you on camera. He actually secretly loved the way his fans loved you. "Y/n?" He shouted taking the headphones off. "Yeah?" You shouted back from his living room. "Could you come here for a sec, please?" He asked and soon you appeared walking into the room. "Chat really wants to say hi to you." "Oh, hi guys. How are you?" You smiled as you leaned forward slightly to see what they were typing. Lando’s gaze softened looking at you interacting with them. His smile only grew bigger as he started to read the compliments and funny things they were saying to you. Lost in the moment, Lando got carried away reading the comments and unconsciously placed his hand on the back of your thigh, gently squeezing it. Of course, it took the chat a full two seconds to notice it and go crazy over it. "Okay, that's enough of y/n for you for today." Lando quickly removed his hand and changed the subject, thinking you hadn't noticed the placement of it. But of course you did.

You hated skiing. You hated it because you didn't know how to ski. You tried, but it was a complete, almost fatal, disaster, to say the least. Every time Lando and Max went skiing, you wouldn't go with them, and seeing how dangerous it could be for you, you didn't even have the desire to learn.

But that one time, Lando did everything he could to convince you to go with them. He succeeded, by the way. He even managed to convince you that you didn't need an instructor, but that he would teach you how to ski, using it as an excuse to be as close to you as possible.

"If I break my leg you'll be the one to blame just so you know." You whine while trying to get your foot into the ski boot. "Y/n, stop grumbling and push your foot a little harder." Lando said trying to help you put your boot on. "I c-can't, it's too freaking tight-ugh!" "Take me by the shoulders and just stand up and your foot will fit inside." You put your hands on his shoulders and just as you were about to do what he told you, something suddenly took hold of you and you burst out laughing. This whole situation was becoming too ridiculous for you, the way you were struggling with those stupid boots and the excessive amount of clothes that restricted your movement, you felt as if you were about to go crazy. "Y/n, get serious, come on." Lando warned you while still holding onto your boot, but he couldn't help but start laughing at you too. You leaned towards him, still laughing like a madman, resting your forehead on his shoulder trying to calm yourself. Lando turned his face towards yours, the tip of his nose brushing against your cheek as his eyes darted to your lips. "Alright, that’s enough, you muppet! Let's get that boot on your foot before night falls." When it was time to take the T-bar lift uphill, you froze. It seemed so simple watching others do it with ease, but you just didn't feel confident enough to do it by yourself. "Lando, I can't do it on my own..I'm afraid I'll fall and-" You panicked when it was your turn. "Hey, hey, hey it's okay. I'll do it with you." He took the bar in his hands and placed it between the two of you behind your legs. As the T-bar lift jerked forward, you grabbed on, holding for dear life, hoping you wouldn’t faceplant halfway up the slope. Lando noticed and chuckled wrapping his arm around you and pulling you closer to him so you feel safer. "It's okay, I got you. Just trust me"

And finally that time after he had already confessed to you that he fell for you, you came to his place and thought you would talk about how nothing could happen between you because of Max.

But that didn't go the way you planned it.

You thought about having a conversation with him, but halfway through he started unbuttoning your shirt slowly nodding his head and pretending to listen to you. "Lan..I'm serious and you're n-not listening.." You struggled to pronounce without moaning. "I'm listening, keep talking" He quietly urged you to continue as he started kissing your neck. His hands wandering beneath your shirt making your head fall back. Your concentration was long gone when his fingers found your zipper. "Lando..." You whimper as his fingers move your panties to the side. "What, baby? Want me to stop?" "No, please, don't stop"

Lando could never resist you. He's always been so obviously, madly, deeply in love with you.

[s0urw00lf]

Accidents happen

Pairing: Neteyam x reader

Summary: You and Neteyam find solace in each other. Maybe a little too much…

Requested by anon

AN: girl i’m so sorry it took me so long to get this out, i was procrastinating. But i hope you like it and maybe ill do a part two???

The night was quiet, and the waves of the ocean were soothing the nerves going haywire in your stomach. As the next in line of tsahik your connection with eywa was deep, even more so than your mothers for a reason unknown to you. You couldn’t help but worry something terrible was coming but you had no idea whatsoever what it was, that’s why you sat at the edge of the village on a rock, dangling your feet into the water. The pit in your stomach was heavy with bad feelings that were unknown to you. The waves softly crashing into the rock was working wonders calming your nerves, this was the most relaxed you’d been in weeks. You were relaxed but still alert, which is why your ears perked up when you heard footsteps coming from behind you.

You discreetly grabbed your knife out of its sheath attached to your hip, and when the footsteps got close enough you whipped around holding your knife menacingly. At the sight of the familiar boy holding up his hands in surrender after letting a ‘woah’ slip out, you lowered your knife. “I apologize I did not mean to scare you” he apologized, after lowering his hands. You let out a sigh in relief, “it is okay, guess i wasn't expecting anyone to be awake at this time” you said, returning back to your seated position on the rock facing the sea. He nodded in understanding, both that you saw though nor did you really care. “May I join you?” He asked, making you turn your head to him. You pondered for a second before nodding and turning your focus back on the horizon.

You two sat in silence before he spoke “what are you doing awake anyway?”. You looked over to him thinking of an answer “I am not sure if i'm honest. Just needed some peace away from the hustle of the clan i guess” you said not really wanting to go into detail. “What about you forest boy” you teased lightly. He smiled at the nickname you and your sister had graced him and his brother with. “It reminds me of home,” he said, gesturing to the line of trees about ten feet away. You nodded, “do you miss it?” You asked in curiosity. “More than anything” he immediately answered. Your expression softened, “I can not imagine it, being torn away from everything I’ve grown to know and having to start all over, that must be so hard” you said in thought, the thought hurts just thinking about it. “I can not show how badly I miss home, I must be the example for my siblings. I have to like it here so they do” he frowned, dropping his head .“My parents would not let me know peace until I achieved every task with ease” you frowned at the thought.

Neteyam tilted his head in wonder “your parents are hard on you?” He asked. You almost let out a laugh “Of course, I am the oldest, I set the example I hold the future of the clan in my hands. And do not even get me started on when my brother disobeys its always my job to watch over him and take the fall though I don’t have to worry about it much with Tsireya.” You said, feeling irritation arise. Turns out Neteyam had the same problem with his father. “I did not know, I have the same issue with my parents and skxawng brother. It is so hard sometimes, being the perfect son. Making sure I’m doing everything right while keeping an eye out for my siblings and not disappointing my parents” he vented.

“Growing up I always looked out to my parents and how amazing they were. They are strong and great leaders and I wanted to be that too, but now looking back I don’t feel as if I am. My parents do not look at me like they do my siblings; like I’m their child. Instead it is as if I am a soldier. I must do everything right, pass every test and look graceful while doing it so I don’t scare off possible mates. And do not mistake me I love my siblings with everything in me but it is so hard, I just wish to freeze time sometimes so I can breathe.” You ranted, somehow finding out that you were not alone in this life made you feel better. Neteyam is not judging you for letting your guard down and wanting to be normal. He’s listening and understanding and that is what you needed at this point in time. You both sat in silence after your admission. He reached over and grabbed your hand and you looked down an your hands and entertained your fingers with his. “I- I have this feeling in my stomach, a bad feeling like something bad is coming.” You let it slip fiddling with his fingers. You didn’t know why he mad you fee so comfortable but you couldn’t complain. Your whole life you’d had up this strong front but he was able to tear it down in a matter of seconds. He lifted his other hand to gently grab your face. Your eyes met his and immediately you saw the softness in his eyes, you also saw how beautiful he was. The glowing dots on his face were beautiful at night. You had never really looked at him before but you were confused on how you couldn’t see how attractive he was. He began to lean in, your breath hitched and your heart rate picked up. “Is this okay” he asked, his breathe fanned over your lips. You nodded and connected your lips.

That night things happened. You were not proud of it, in fact the feeling in your stomach worsened. You and neteyam actively avoided each other, you were terrified for your parents to find out, scared that they would desert the sullys and disown you. You’d been a ball of stress walking around the clan, ‘what would they say? We aren’t even mated’ you wondered. A few days later you found out you were with child after your body had begun to reject your food and your heart practically stopped. You tried to find any way to be away from your family when you ate just so your mother wouldn’t connect the dots. Eyes why? Was this what she was warning you about? Was it meant to be this way?

One day when you were sitting on your ilu at the edge of the reef your siblings had shown up much to your surprise. “Sister, you’re avoiding us” tsireya said worried. You frowned getting defensive “im not, im busy completing my tasks” you lied quickly. Aounung gave you a look as if saying ‘really?’ “I am, okay? I have a lot to complete before the ceremony” you said. Tsireya shook her head “are you okay? Whatever it is you can tell us we wont tell. Even if mom and dad are getting suspicious” she said muttering the last part. At that your walls crumbled, tears filled your eyes and cascaded down your face, “they will hate me, i can’t tell them. You cant tell them” you begged tears still falling downy our face. They both nodded profusely. “I- i am with child” you admitted. Both of their faces mirrored horror, Aonung more angry and Tsireya just complete shock. “What were you thinking, you know mom and dad will-” your brother scolded but you cut him off “will do nothing because you wont tell. Right?” You asked. You both stared each other down and eventually he gave up sending you a nod. “Who?” Tsereya asked, you knew she didn’t want to finish the sentence. You hesitated looking down “neteyam”.

”sister tell me you are joking” tsereya said, her face again filled with horror. “Why would i joke? I was stupid and now i'm paying the price. Hiding it from my family, mom and dad would send them away, the cannot suffer for my stupidity. They can be as disappointed in me as they want, not like it's anything new.” You defended. “Does he know?” Your brother questioned. You shook your head “no”. He scoffed “every word that comes out of your mouth makes me question how we are related.” He said. You squinted your eyes at him in irritation. “What hes saying is maybe you should talk to him. Come up with a plan and go from there. He deserves to know. He is just as responsible as you” tsireya interrupted before an argument could break out. You frowned in thought. If he accepts it you wouldn’t be completely alone if your parents decided to rid themselves of you. You nodded, making your way back to shore to find neteyam not sure how you’d break it to him.

— with neteyam —

his family noticed he’d been acting weird. He started getting irritated easily his fuse was short and no one knew why. “Bro whats your problem” lo’ak asked, getting irritated at Neteyam attitude. “Nothing, lo’ak” he replied shortly, dropping the pile of nets he was told to bring home by an elder. He entered his family’s mauri pod noting that his parents were watching him not so discreetly, something they’d been doing since they noticed his odd behavior. “Did you get the nets?” Jake asked, neteyam wanted to yell or throw something or hit someone. “Over there sir” he said pointing to the entrance to the pod. “Kid i told you to drop it off with my ilu” Jake scolded, neteyam walked over to the nets and grabbed them, his ears pinned back and his tail swished impatiently. He tossed the nets on th ilu waiting at the dock. He re-entered the pod “now its with your ilu like you asked” he said irritation lacing his tone. The pod filled with a thick tension.

Everyone held their breath waiting for Jake to do or say something. Jake stood making his way to neteyam grabbing his arm harshly “Hey! What the hell is your problem boy? Huh?” Jake asked, neteyam could feel the anger radiating from his father and lowered his head in shame. He wanted to cry, but he couldn’t. Not in front of his siblings. Not in front of his father. He had to keep it together. But he couldn’t keep the tears from pooling in his eyes. He lifted his head to meet his fathers eyes. “No problem sir” he said.

Jake immediately noticed the tears brimming his eyes and his grip loosened. “May i be excused” neteyam asked, his voice didn’t give away the tears in his eyes, but Jake could see the pleading look in his sons eyes. Jake nodded, in shock having not expected to ever see his son on the verge of tears right in front of him. Neteyam quickly took his leave. Kiri and lo’ak followed quickly after him. Jake turned to neytiri still in shock. She looked at him with confusion, she couldn’t see neteyam ace over Jake’s shoulder. “He was on the verge of crying” Jake told her. Her eyebrows raised and the same question filled both of their heads ‘what the hell happened’

Lo’ak and kiri easily found Neteyam sitting with his hands in his head. “What happened” Lo’ak questioned, seriously this time. “And if you say nothing i will throw a rock at your head” kiri kinda but not really joked. Neteyam shook his head his hair swaying with the rhythm of his head. “I messed up” Neteyam admitted. Lo’ak folded his arms “what could you have done that bad” he asked. Neteyam looked up to his sibling who were standing right in front of him. “Y/n an di spent the night together” he said. The silence that followed after Neteyams confession was deafening. Lo’ak and kiri looked at each other with wide eyes, confirming that they both heard right. ‘Did you mate with her?” Lo’ak asked. Neteyam shook his head, the lump in his throat prevented him from speaking. He was terrified, if his parents find out he was sure his dad would skin him and his mom would do nothing to stop it, but eywa help him if your parents find out. His family was at risk of being kicked out all because of him and that guilt ate him alive. “Have you checked on her?” Kiri asked, sitting down beside him. “No, I do not think I can” he said. Kiri sighed disappointed. “You idiot brother of mine, she could be going through worse than you. Man up and go talk to her. We’ll take care of mom and dad for now.” Kiri said. “Yeah go, don't be a wuss” lo’ak joked patting Neteyam’s shoulder. He felt lighter knowing he had his siblings support, so he nodded, standing up and walking away. “He is so dead” Kiri said. “This puts me in the clear for the next 10 years” lo’ak smiled.

— back with you —

you found neteyam way quicker than you would’ve liked, his dark blue skin stuck out in the crowd of teal blue metkayina. You slowly approached him, his back was turned toward you and he looked as if he was looking for something. Or someone. “Neteyam” you called. You saw his tail still and body go rigid. He turned around towards you with wide eyes. “Y/n” he said. You both stared at each other, behind him you saw his siblings peeking from behind a rock. “You told them?” You asked softly. He nodded, “just kiri and lo’ak” he said. You nodded “i think we should talk” you said. Neteyams heart dropped. He was afraid of the possibilities. He nodded, “would you like to go somewhere more private?” he asked. You nodded and the two of you began to walk towards the place you’d met that night.

Once you were there and settled, your heart was racing “i- i do not know what to-“ you cut yourself off with a sob. The fear of the unknown was beginning to get to you. Neteyam grabbed your hands and shh’ed you “Mawey, breathe” he said. You nodded, trying to catch your breath. after a minut or so, your mind was a little clearer, thought you still didn’t know how to break it to him. “I’m with child” you said, it slipped out before you could stop yourself. This time it was neteyam who froze. He hadn’t even thought about this possibility. A child. His world felt as if he stopped spinning. “Neteyam we are only 16 years of age, how can we- we’re not even mated” your mind raced faster than you could talk. You wondered how you had known longer than him and was still the most worried between the two of you, he looked deeply in thought. “Maybe we could still go through with it but in a traditional way” he spoke.

you looked at him in wonder, urging him to continue. ‘We could do the ceremony, I will court you and we will mate before you start to show. When the baby comes it will be ‘early’ but healthy” he explained. You were shocked at how quickly he was able to come up with an efficient plan on such short notice. “That could work, but are you sure you wan-“ “i want nothing more, i mean i never planned on a child this early but we could make it work” he said with full sincerity. You nodded “okay, we can do it, but we should probably speed the process” you said. He agreed, pulling you in for a hug, you relaxed in his arms for the first time in a week. You felt like you could breathe again. Everything was gonna be okay, not to mention your mother secretly liked neteyam, so if he was trying to court you she'd accept it. And your father would just want you to pick someone who could protect you and nobody was more trained for that than neteyam. “We’ll be okay” you said leaning your head into his chest. He answered with a “yes”

[kingkat12]

procrastination (roman godfrey x reader)

WARNINGS: FLUFF, biting, suggestive content, mentions of sex

summary: Roman knows exactly why you're up so late-- and now it's time to get you to admit it and go to bed

word count: 1,155

a/n: enjoy this oneshot i wrote at one a.m. yesterday to talk myself into going to sleep, and i hope it might work as efficiently for u as it did for me<3333

"You should go to bed,"

I turned away from my computer, staring back at Roman with an annoyed look in my eyes-- still, I was sure he would spot the heaviness of my lids instead, along with the way my lashes moved in slow strokes as I continued to battle sleep. "I can't. I have to finish this,"

"You don't have to do anything at all," he murmured, taking off his reading glasses as he put today's paper down in his lap-- I was glad he finally wore them after I had dragged him to the optician to get a prescription. "This is just yesterday's argument all over again."

I cocked a brow; "We're not arguing, though?"

"... You know what I mean,"

"We didn't exactly argue yesterday, either,"

Roman sighed, the yellow hues of a lamp nearby dipping into the golden brown of his hair. "Yeah, you're right," He placed the paper next to him on the couch, crossing his legs as he stared back at me. I wasn't sitting too far away as he had allowed me to use his home office today, and he was on the couch a little further away from the desk. I loved being in this room; it smelled like Roman. It looked like Roman. Everything from the minimalistic style of the interior to the whisky glasses scattered all around the room which he had forgotten to put coasters beneath. He continued; "We didn't argue, and I'm not going to argue with you now either. I'm simply saying that you don't have to get that stuff done right now."

"But--"

"It's not life or death, is it?" Roman shifted, uncrossing his legs as he moved to the edge of the couch. "How much work do you really think you can get done at one in the morning?"

I shrugged. Being put on the spot like this wasn't my favourite thing in the world. Realizing I had to get real with him to get my point across, I let my shoulders slump as I rolled the office chair an inch or two away from my previous spot near the desk. I had to do everything in my power to not start spinning around on it like I usually liked to do with chairs like these. "I don't want to sleep, though,"

Roman nodded, ready to attack the root of the problem; "Why?" he asked, voice soft and gentle. 

I wanted to shut down. Go quiet again and get back to work. Still, I had a feeling this was coming from genuine concern-- and when Roman Godfrey is concerned about your sleep schedule, you know something is off. "I've procrastinated all day," I mumbled, tapping my fingers against the table as I grew uncomfortable with the truth I had suppressed. "I'm procrastinating now. And if I don't make my mind busy with something, I will think about the fact that I haven't gotten anything done today."

Humming, Roman folded his arms over his chest as he listened. Had he not been my boyfriend, I could've mistaken him for my therapist. "You staying up any longer won't change that, though,"

"Yeah," I breathed, no longer meeting his gaze. "But at least I'm not rolling around in bed right now feeling guilty about it." My sentence ended with a sigh, and it didn't take long before I drove my elbows against the hard wood of the desk and buried my face in my hands. Just talking about sleeping made me further exhausted-- was this what he wanted to get out of this conversation? My next words were muffled against my palms; "You don't have to stay up with me, if that's what you're doing. You should get some sleep."

Roman remained quiet, nodding to himself as he kicked back on the couch and ended up in a casual manspread. He grabbed the paper beside him-- "I'll make myself busy with this crossword. By the time I'm done, I hope you've come to your senses,"

I peeked at him through my fingers, and I couldn't help the confusion coursing through my veins as I spotted him reaching for a pen. Was he actually going to do this? Roman Godfrey... doing a crossword puzzle? I must've opened a portal into an alternative universe with my whining. "Come to my senses about what?"

Roman shrugged, filling in his first word on the paper as he no longer met my gaze. "How much nicer it would be to roll around in bed with me instead of doing whatever it is you're doing on your computer,"

Oh. He had a point. I hated when he did that. "Doesn't sound like we'd be getting much sleep that way either,"

Roman chuckled softly, mostly to himself, and wrote down another vertical word across the puzzle. "Perv,"

"... Me?"

"Yes, you," He tsked, pulling his pen away to think about which word to go for next. "Rolling around in bed doesn't necessarily have to mean sex."

I cocked a brow-- "Roman, are you perhaps having a stroke? Everything usually means sex when you're the one talking,"

"Well, tonight I'm a new man," He smiled as he found the answer for a word going across, finally meeting my eyes as he finished filling in the empty slots. "What do you say about making out like we're sixteen and sexually repressed?"

I nearly choked on air. "That's specific,"

"I'm not denying that,"

"How is that different from just... making out like usual?"

Roman leaned his head against the back of the couch, staring up at the ceiling as he thought out loud; "I think it'd just be messier. So uncoordinated that we'd constantly be knocking teeth,"

It was impossible not to laugh-- "You want to knock teeth, Roman?"

He turned his head to me, his green eyes meeting mine with the loveliest of smiles. "Fuck yeah. I'll even bite you if we get that far,"

"... Christ," With a giggle, I shut my laptop. "Fine! I'll go to bed, but only if you promise to keep your teeth far away from mine."

Roman sucked in a sharp breath as he got up to approach me. He spun the chair to make me face him, and he leaned down far enough for his hot breath to graze my cheek; "Actually, I'll bite you right now if you don't get out of my chair, young lady,"

Oh, I loved this mood of his. "Your chair?"

"Yes. My chair," His classic smirk made an appearance as his eyes darkened; "And my girl." 

It didn't take long before Roman scooped me up, hoisting me over his shoulder as I yelped. Still, I knew there was no fighting him. If I did, I'd get another one of those bite marks on my thighs that would linger for days, and I couldn't go through that again. To be frank, I planned to wear more short skirts going forward-- I was visiting his actual office tomorrow, and I planned to make my visit one he'd remember for longer than I had ever had a bite mark lingering on my skin.

[angels-hideaway]

Left Astray

p2! Pls go read part one as well🩷

a/n: I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. I have an awful procrastination problem and I even tend to re write chapters I don’t like, which only prolongs my writing process. Anyways, I hope your wait was worth it, and thank you for the support!

cw: 18+, smut(doesn’t go that far) and that’s really it ig.

Thunder shakes the whole apartment, making it difficult for you to sleep. The last couple of days have been rough on you mentally. For some reason, you’ve been thinking about your mother and your family. Everything’s been triggering you lately, and it hasn’t gone unnoticed by Sevika.

So when you appear in her doorway at two am in the morning, she only grunts and pats the space on bed next to her.

“Nightmares again?” She questions. Not feeling like explaining yourself, you meekly nod in response. “S’okay…just stay here with me.”

Sevika likes moments like this. She likes feeling like you need her. Years of running around the undercity for a cause, only to be under appreciated, and harassed by Jinx. But helping you? It’s like it was all worth it. She kept putting up with Silco and Jinx’s bullshit for people like you.

“You know…if you don’t want to, you don’t have to move out so soon… I’m not here most of the day, so you’re free to stay longer.” That excuse was terrible, but she hopes you’ll believe her anyways. “Thanks Sevi..” That’s a new one. “S’no problem bunny rabbit.”

When you’re finally asleep again, Sevika gets up and lights a cigar. To make sure you don’t inhale any of her bad habits, she goes out on the balcony. Looking out at the twilight, Sevika starts to think. Does she really care about you, or is this all to fulfill some hero complex she has?

When you wake up, Sevika’s gone. She’s probably already at work. The bed smells like her, and a little bit of smoke. That’s when you remember: you slept in her bed. You feel hot. Had you cuddled her? You probably looked so pathetic, wanting someone to snuggle like some stupid kid.

You swing your legs over the side of her bed and get up, stepping in something soft. Looking down, you see a pile of her clothes. A tank top, boxers, and socks. What she always sleeps in. You lift the pile, and drop it into the hamper. All except the tank top. It smells like her too. Whiskey, and the distinct smell of cigar smoke.

The sky is unusually blue today. From Sevika’s balcony, you can see its natural color without any smoke in the way.

Sevika’s balcony has become a favorite spot of yours. Now, you’re sitting down in a folding chair enjoying a book she bought you the other day. A romance novel to be specific.

You’ve gotten more comfortable in your mind, and skin. Reading no longer opens an old wound like it used to, and you’re less jumpy. This doesn’t mean Sevika calling you “bunny rabbit” has ceased in the slightest. It’s grown on you.

Suddenly, a thought strikes you. Ever since you’ve gotten here, it’s always take out for dinner. Usually because Sevika gets home too late to cook anything, or maybe because she just doesn’t like to. So today, you’ll be cooking.

The whole idea is perfect… Surprising Sevika, your savior, with a nice, home cooked meal. Hopefully she’s impressed. The thought of her smile, and some words of gratitude make you all giddy. So you get to it. Sevika doesn’t have a lot of groceries in her house, but you find what you can.

Your final ingredient list comes out to some pasta, cheese, milk, butter, and a couple garlic cloves. You could make a nice sauce with these.

And so you do. Halfway through dinner, Sevika comes through the door. Shoot. You think. You really wanted to surprise her with the table set and the kitchen not a mess.

While you’re busy lost in your thoughts about how ruined the surprise is, a pair of arms snakes around your waist from behind. Sevika’s chin comes to rest on the top of your head. “What are you gettin up to? Making me dinner?” You continue to stir the pot like nothing out of the ordinary just happened.

“yes… it’s just-we always eat takeout so i just thought something homemade would be nice…”

“hmm…haven’t eaten anything homemade in a while..” Her voice sounds slightly distant… like home cooked meals mean something sentimental to her. She unhands you and turns towards her bedroom.

“I’m gonna go change into something not…covered in blood. Call me when dinners ready.” You look over your shoulder in surprise. You hadn’t even noticed the blood stains lingering her clothes, and the bruises on her arms and face.

When you’re sitting across from her eating, you notice more little scratches and cuts all over her.. She’s not acting hurt or upset at all though. Just eating quietly. “Uhm…what happened to you?” You question. Her eyes look up to meet yours and she shrugs. “Ran into someone today… I don’t know where you were a couple years ago, but Vanders girl.. the older one.”

She’s back? You kind of forgot about her after everything that went down… “And you fought with her?” Sevika seems a little frustrated now. “Correction, she jumped me. In the middle of a game too. Just as I won, I get pummeled across the cheek. Damn brat…”

You can’t help your curiosity. “Where’d she go?” Sevika runs a hand through her hair “Hell if I know.. she ran away with some enforcer shootin at me…” “oh wow…” is all you can say in response. You examine her face a little more, and before you know it you speak again. “Do you want me to help?”

“Help with what, bunny?” She raises her eyebrow at you. “Uhm.. with your injuries. You have a first aid, right?” She nods. “If you really want to help I won’t stop you.”

“Hold still..” You press the alcohol soaked cotton ball to a scratch on her cheek. “It stings..” she keeps flinching and turning away. “I know but I gotta clean them! You lean forward in an effort to reach her better. “Just stay still…” Sevika then chuckles. Her hand finds its way to the top of your head and she messes with your hair. “ I feel so special. My very own personal nurse.” The way she’s looking at you makes your heart flutter.

“yeah uh.. I guess I am!” Sevika suddenly pushes against you and sits up, gently holding your wrist to stop you from tending to her. “You have no clue the affect you’ve had on me, bunny. If not for you, I’d probably be smoking a blunt and getting drunk off my ass.” You can’t speak. She’s so close.

“I want to do something to return that” She sounds so sincere. Your voice returns “letting me live here is really enough! Cooking for you and helping you out is just thanks for that.” She shakes her head. “Maybe, but I feel like you’ve done more for me than I have for you.” A silence fills the small space between you. Sevika’s grip on your wrist tightens slightly. She lowers you down slowly, pinning you down by the wrists. “Uhm.. so do you need help with another bruise? Or..”

She kisses you. You’re caught off guard even though you expected it. you don’t resist though, and kiss her back. She’s holding your wrist above your head while her mechanical arm holds you tight against her. “Sev..” is all you can get out when you part before she kisses you again.

After around five minutes of just making out, she finally stops. The both of you are catching your breath. “Such a pretty girl…” Sevika murmurs affectionately, brushing a stray piece of hair from your face. “You’re not moving out any time soon baby.” You’re in Sevika’s bed again that night. Not because of any nightmare, but because she carried you here right after you finished patching her up. She’s lying on top of you, human hand caressing your cheek, mech hand lifting your shirt. She’s kissing you slowly, occasionally opening her eye’s to look at you.

“So pretty…wanna make you mine…” her lips trail down to your neck, sucking on the skin and leaving it a dark purplish-red color. “Sev…” is all you manage to say before she latches onto your right nipple. A whine slips from your lips, and her eyes meet yours. An almost mischievous glint appears in her eyes. She has experience with this. You remember your conversation about the brothel.

She shows your other breast some attention before lowering herself between your legs. “Sev?” She stopped moving. She looks back at you with a concerned look on her face. “Are you…okay with this?” You nod. “Sorry…I shouldn’t have.” She gets up and puts a cigar between her lips, looking for a lighter.

“We don’t have to stop… I wanna keep going.” She looks back at you with the unlit cigar hanging from those lips you wanted back so badly. “It just…feels wrong. You’re vulnerable, and I don’t want to take advantage of that.”

“you’re not! I love you too..” “Don’t say that…” She sighs, and sits back down on the bed. “I never had time for an actual relationship with anyone..I want to do this right for you. Not just casual sex like I’m used to.” You sit up, pulling your shirt down and leaning on her shoulder. “I haven’t had a lot of relationships either. Being homeless never gave me a lot of free time.”

She chuckles and pulls you closer. “Guess we’re both just figurin’ things out huh? We’ll just figure it out together.” You sleep in her arms that night. Things didn’t go any further, but you couldn’t be happier.

Sevika, meanwhile, was feeling conflicted. Is she just taking advantage of the fact that you look up to her so much? She’s not good when it comes to love. So how can she be genuine for you? Maybe this is all some fantasy she has, and once she sleeps with you she’ll stop caring.

Sevika was even surprised with herself. She knew she’d had some commitment issues, but she didn’t know it’d be this bad. She’s terrified to commit, because what if what she has with you isn’t even real love? What if it’s only lust?

“Sev?” Your sleepy voice snaps her out of it. “Uh- yeah?” She looks towards you. “I love you.” She sighs. “I love you too.” Sevika almost feels bad. She sees how your eyes shine when they look at her, or every attempt from you to gain her approval. She wants to love you just as much. All she knows is that she would give her life for you. The beacon of light in her dreary life.

Maybe she can love you.

just as much.

Not sure if you guys wanted to be tagged, but I wanted y’all to know my slow ass finally posted part two

@lift-heavy-be-gay @adora-moonshine

[messyoungie]

my favorite study tips i’ve received 📓🩰🖇️✦

it’s not about setting a time to begin your studies, it’s more effective to set a time you wish to have all your work done by.

invest in a whiteboard. trust me, it makes everything so much more fun.

need help getting motivated? do one to three small and quick tasks you consider productive before sitting down to study. that’ll motivate you to do your work since you’re already on a roll.

you don’t have to see the workday as 12 hours. a lot of us feel like when we mess up early on in the day, the day is ruined and the only time we’ll get to try again is tomorrow. that’s not true, so stop seeing a day as one long period of time and start thinking of it in terms of halves or quarters. you procrastinated all morning? that’s okay, there are still so many quarters of the day left. quarter one was a fail, sure, but that doesn’t mean quarter two, three, and so forth have to be.

this one shifted my mindset: I was told to see studying and the knowledge I’d gain from it like a muscle. if you use it— practicing equations, working on problems, doing assignments —it’ll grow stronger. if you don’t, it’ll weaken. in other words, don’t think of studying as something you have to do. think of it as practicing your knowledge to make it stronger.

if you have a dictionary in your home, find it, keep it within reach, and actively use it. drop the habit of googling words, it may be quicker but getting used to using a dictionary will not only help you learn the words you had in mind but will also expose you to words you had no idea existed. a simple but great way to start expanding your vocabulary.

after you’ve already completed the mandatory studying and homework, try studying without using technology. it can be fun and is a great way to challenge what you know if most of your studies depend on devices. challenge yourself once in a while to have a completely offline study session as a way of having a refreshing session.

don’t study until you get it right study until you can’t get it wrong. use free online practice work sheets and questions to help you be sure in your knowledge.

have a mini routine before you dive into your study session. like how people have a morning routine, make it a habit to maybe put your hair up, apply chapstick, and fill a mug with your favorite drink before you study. anything that’ll tell you that it’s now officially study time.

if planners seem too confining and strict but keeping all your assignments in your head is overwhelming, opt for an assignment tracker. keep a notebook to write down every single assignment you receive and it’s due date to easily overview and keep track of them all.

[galaxyfoxes]

HEYYY I JUST SAW YOUR PLAT YAN MAOMAO POST AND IM WONDERING IF YOU COULD ALSO DO JINSHI?? idm whether its platonic or not!! Also could the reader be like sort of chaotic but also isnt really interested in his looks like maomao??

REALLY LOVE YOUR WORK REGARDLESS IF YOU DO THIS RQ THANK YOU!!<3

Of course! Thank you for the request! I'll do platonic yandere. A/N at the end.

!!spoilers ahead!!

Tw: clingy behavior, social isolation, Jinshi is a kinda tame yandere.

Like maomao, you were kidnapped and forced to work in the Inner Palace as a servant. However, you didn't adjust well like maomao.

While you did follow the rules most of the time, it was common for you to play pranks on the other servant girls. One being maomao, she stood out to you, and after a bit of determination, you two became friends.

When maomao moved to the Jade pavilion, you would visit her whenever you could. It was during one of your visits that you ran into Jinshi. You've heard rumors about a beautiful eunuch but it didn't really matter much to you.

You quickly and respectfully greeted him before going to find maomao. This threw Jinshi off a little bit as he is used to being admired by the servants.

You were talking to maomao about one of the pranks you're going to do when Jinshi butted in the conversation trying to get maomao's attention like usual when he noticed you.

You two kept running into each other and eventually became friends. And every time you run into each other, you have a pleasant conversation.

However, you quickly notice that he runs into you a little TOO often. You know he has a lot of work to do, and it seems he's procrastinating getting his work done. But you don't say anything since he is in a much higher position than you, and telling him what to do would surely get you punished.

If Jinshi can't visit you he'll have someone watch from afar so he'll know if something went wrong.

The servants are openly jealous of you and often exclude and stay away from you because of the attention you get from Jinshi.

Jinshi would eventually try to convince you to work as his servant once your contract ends, and you'll have to leave the rear palace. And he won't take no for an answer. The thought of you leaving his side fills him with dread.

If you continue to say no and are dead set on leaving, he'll blackmail you with all the problems you've caused with your pranks. Even if he encouraged some of them. But this is the last result, and he'll feel extremely guilty after.

Once you work under Jinshi he'll have you by his side as much as you can and will try to get you almost anything you ask as long as you behave.

While he does get jealous easily he does still allow and encourages you to be friends with Maomao. And he may ask you for advice to get Maomao to like him more.

Jinshi isn't a violent yandere. He prefers to get rid of rivals through peace or manipulation, the only time he would get violent is if you kidnapped or you were attacked in front of him.

Overall Jinshi is a very clingy yandere and is mostly harmless to you as long as you can tolerate his clinginess.

A/N: I apologize for not posting in around 3 months I got busy with some stuff and I had no time to write. I should be able to write more now.

[keppa-nero]

hey there!!! i read ur bill fanfic and GAH DAYUUM im so excited to see more of ur works in the future😫 i was wondering if you could write an arthur morgan x m!reader fanfic and how he'd feel being inlove with a man just as rugged as him, especially how he'd feel conflicted considering how he thought he only liked women bcs of his past relationship with mary?? THANK YOUUU

Thank you for liking it 🌞.

ALSO I'M BACK YOU GAYS/GUYS. (I'm starting the other ones I said

I would do, I promise I won't

dissappear completeley aiaia)

Arthur Morgan x Male! Copy of his,

Reader

TW: Short Headcannon \ Gay Shit

After what happened between him and Mary, losing Isaac, just losing pretty much everyone he once loved, Arthur just stopped searching for another thing to replace them.

He didn't believe someone or something would, or could, replace what he ever felt for Mary, how desperately he wanted her to leave the business with her father and simply run away to go with his gang, how much he had loved her, the way his heart had beat all fast. He quite missed it.

He didn't like the fact that the closest thing to that was you.

Arthur was the workhorse, dammit, it was all he promised to himself that he would be, that he'd forget about the stupid love bullshit that only clouded his mind with little fantasies that would never be true. But this one felt a bit too true and familiar to him.

You were... Quite like him, in all honesty.

You were more of the errand boy, just doing what Dutch or others asked of you and getting little in return, yet of course didn't let yourself be completely used or stepped over either. You got along with everyone, or at least tried to.

Everyone was comfortable around you, not like they would be around Micah for example, and you also listened to the ladies' troubles if they felt bad, even if you never spoke about your own things when you needed it.

You were really his complete other half, just maybe more depressed.

Arthur didn't mind though.

He's started to do little things more usually.

Like offering you to grab some thing you needed when he went on trips so you didn't get a headache walking around all the time.

Getting you a cold beer when the gang hanged around by the campfire.

Or just asking you how your day has been when he either saw you in a better mood, or more upset, and listened to your small, not-so-complete explanation about your problems.

So the day he finally gave up on fighting his own feelings and realizing what he felt for you, he did the most reasonable... Er, not approach you.

He wanted to see if it was temporary and if it'd go away when you realized he was avoiding you, if you got mad at him he'd be relieved, give himself a reason to not beat himself over the subject no more.

Arthur didn't last long with that plan anyway. He was feeling pretty lonely and was serious about it this time.

So after some more procrastinating on that stubborn head of his, and writing all his feelings ok his journal, like he usually does. Scribbling your face or how he sometimes saw you helping around the camp- Which he wouldn't admit even if Tilly or Mary-Beth had already realized and called him out on his daydreaming, staring.

He went with two big balls, and spoke to you, for real this time.

"Hey, you, this... Uhm... Yeah- Ya don't happen to be busy this afternoon with any job of yours wouldn't ya? We could have a... Nice chat just the two of us, if yer free..."

His confidence seemed to have fell down the second you turned his way to listen, and he could only hold eye-contact for few seconds before glancing away awkardly, not liking how you took some time to contemplate.

Of course, giving what he usually did and the fact most times he asked for a private chat with someone was to rob them- Made you stop for a second, but you knew him well, he wouldn't do that to you.

"No... Nothing I can remember now, huh, yeah we could, ya just, remind me of it later" You then answered casually, shrugging slightly at him.

Arthur couldn't keep back a little hopeful and excited smile that he had to live down as to not weird you out, letting a sound between a chuckle and a grunt as he nodded, letting a hand drop on your shoulder as he pat it on what he hoped seemed like his normal manner.

"Sure I will... See you later then, hm" He hummed to himself because it seemed awkward, no person ever had made it so difficult for him to act normal, he was so nervous right now even he didn't believe it.

He walked away like you did when he said that, thinking of how he sounded and if he was going to regret this when he spoke to you. That was if he didn't chicken out first.

Afternoon came after a while, and when he saw you didn't look busy, he called you over and the two walked a bit away from camp, sitting on one of the big rocks near the cliff there at Horseshoe Overlook. Arthur leaned onto the smooth rock and looked down as he started a little conversation to keep going, just when he went a bit silent.

"Weird question right here, yeah... What do you, like, think about a man liking another man?... As in how Williamson is"

Yeah this was his logic now, as what you thought about his feelings indirectly, and if you didn't mind then just confess. Desperate needs come from desperate times.

You took some time to answer as well, but looked at him a certain manner that told him you didn't expect something like that out of him, and chuckled a bit too.

"Oh, I don't mind a lot myself. However a man is happy and they don't hurt nobody" And you shrugged again.

Your answer, if Arthur had his heart on his throat already, now you might as well just made him throw it up, as he gulped, looking around.

He was still getting all the positive thoughts he could think of run to his head, that you wouldn't mind since you weren't... The type to. Yeah this was getting stressful and repetitive even to him, and he just spat it out.

"Okay, listen to me then, I... I'm-" He took a small gulp and looked into your eyes, taking his hand to yours and holding it gently, not noticing the way he squeezed it when he kept going.

"I think I love you, man I... I really think I do. I'm getting the same feelings I did when I was with Mary, you're a- A good man and I like being with you a lot... I mean a lot alright- I-I think that if you could give me a chance and all I could... Get you to love me too... I know I ain't likeable either, but I'll treat you right like I've been doing, and won't tell the rest about it, they don't need to care anyways..."

Arthur had almost said everything without taking a breath, but his tone had shifted from nervousness, to more confidence, then to affection, and back to nervousness. The look in his eyes was just telling you he meant it.

You though, were clearly just- Flabbergasted, that Arthur of all people would confess his love to you.

You, again, took some seconds to process and form an answer, but even then you could feel a similar hard thud in your chest like Arthur was at the second.

"Yes?… Uhm- If you mean all that, then I could... Give you the chance, Arthur, I know you're a good man" You laughed slightly, but your tone had a waver to it too.

"I don't really care if yer a man, if I'm being honest, anyway..."

That put a start for you and Arthur's little relationship. Arthur was in fact a very sweet man when in private too, just more vulnerable and like he really was.

He usually just hugs you or gives you little compliments since it's his love language, but still asks you from time to time if he's being extra or if it feels weird for him to do that, mostly when it's more private.

He really doesn't know how to touch another man, but he's really trying, and he's genuine.

Oh Arthur.

[lyn31]

Procrastinating

Summary:

You like your major, it's one of the reasons why you pick it after all but sometimes, just sometimes, you can't help yourself but to just avoid it. And of course, Zayne is there to get the burn of it.

AO3 link

My Masterlist ✨

Notes:

Disclaimer guys, I don't have law degree but I do have friends with that degree 😂 so I just go off of them ahahaha anyway enjoy! Pairing: Zayne x MC/Reader College AU, fluff and a lot of ridiculous banter.

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You flop onto your bed with a dramatic sigh, textbook abandoned on the floor like it personally betrayed you. “Zayne. I can’t do this. The law is stupid. Who decided we need precedents? Why can’t we all just wing it?”

Zayne, sitting at his desk with his absurdly neat notes, doesn’t even look up. “Because then we’d have chaos.”

“We already have chaos,” you grumble, rolling onto your side to grab your phone. “Anyway, I’m taking a break.”

“You’ve been on a break for an hour.”

“Semantics.”

You start scrolling, half-heartedly pretending you’ll get back to work soon, until something makes you gasp. “Oh my god, Zayne.”

His pen stills against the page, but his voice is as flat as ever. “What.”

You shove your phone toward him, screen blaring a TikTok. “Look at this! Since Twilight vampires are literally made of stone, their kisses must feel like rubbing two rocks together.”

Zayne blinks, clearly regretting acknowledging you.

“And—oh my god,” you sit up, barely containing your laughter. “Imagine them having sex. That’s just—” You smack your palms together, mimicking the sound of stone colliding. “That’s gotta be so loud. Like, actual rock-on-rock action. Just clank, clank, clank—”

“I’m not discussing this with you.”

You pout, all innocence. “Why not?”

Zayne levels you with a look. The kind that doesn’t even need words.

“Yeah, okay. Fair enough."

You flop back onto your bed with a snicker, already firing off a text to your sister. Important. Twilight vampires are just two bricks slamming together. You’re welcome.

Before you can even lock your phone, something catches your eye.

“Ohhh.” You sit up again, clicking on the link. “Look at this dress. Tell me this wouldn’t make me look like a gothic princess, just imagine me in this dress!”

Zayne doesn’t answer right away.

His pen hovers over the page, fingers suddenly still. It’s barely a pause, just long enough for you to miss it. But in that fraction of a second, his gaze flickers—briefly, barely—to your screen.

To the dress.

To you saying imagine me in this.

Then, just as quickly, he flips a page in his notes. “You’re supposed to be studying.”

“I am! I’m studying my future wardrobe.”

Zayne exhales, rubbing his temple. “You have a problem.”

“No, I have taste.” You keep scrolling, grinning. “Ooh, or should I get this flowy white one? Very Bella Swan running through the woods in a dream sequence vibes.”

Silence.

You glance up.

Zayne’s watching you now, chin resting against his palm, expression unreadable. There’s something knowing in the way he looks at you, something steady and just a little too calm.

“You’re no fun,” you huff.

His head tilts slightly. “And yet here you are.”

Your stomach dips.

It’s the way he says it—soft, almost offhanded, like it’s obvious. Like it’s not just about right now.

For a second, you forget how to respond.

Your face warms.

Nope. Nope, absolutely not. You clear your throat and hurriedly turn back to your phone. “Anyway. The white one’s cute too.”

Zayne doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t tease. Just watches as you scroll like nothing happened.

You pretend not to notice.

Stupid Zayne. Stupid unreadable expression. Stupid butterflies.  

You need to steer your thoughts. Fast.  

“Oh! Right. Let’s go get coffee.” You sit up abruptly like you didn’t just have an internal crisis a few seconds ago.

Zayne just gestures vaguely at the table where your untouched coffee sits, still warm. “We did that already.”  

You deflate with a dramatic sigh, flopping back onto your bed. “Alright, fine. I’ll go back to studying.”  

Zayne hums, looking back at his note, flipping a page trying to read it again. 

“…But first, you have to help me with something.”  

He exhales, rubbing his face like he’s bracing himself. “What.”  

“I need to make a list.”  

His fingers pause against the page, and when he looks at you, there’s a familiar flicker of caution. “…A list of what.”  

You take a deep breath. “The best ways to fake my death before finals.”  

Zayne stares. The kind of stare that makes you wonder if he’s reconsidering his entire life up to this moment.  

But then, just for a second, his mouth twitches.  

It’s quick—barely there before he schools his expression back to neutrality—but you see it.

So you keep going.  

“Okay, option one: mysterious disappearance. But I’d need a solid backstory—”  

“No.”  

“Fine. Option two: dramatic death at sea. But I’d have to get to a sea first—”  

Zayne exhales, flipping his pen between his fingers. He doesn’t interrupt, though.  

Which means you have permission to continue.  

“Option three: getting lost in the woods and reemerging after finals as a changed woman—”  

“That one has potential,” he mutters under his breath.  

You gasp. “See! I knew you’d get into this.”  

“I am not getting into this.”  

“You are. Look at you, actively contributing.”  

Zayne shakes his head, but the corner of his mouth twitches again. Like he’s tired—yes—but also a little amused, a little exasperated in a way that feels almost fond.  

He turns back to his notes, pretending he’s not listening. You keep listing increasingly ridiculous ideas anyway, trying to coax him into breaking.  

You still don’t study.  

But at least now, it’s more fun.  

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Notes:

For anyone not knowing that fact about Twillight, yes it's true, you're welcome 😂 I actually saw it in someone YouTube shorts......

I was editing to add the rest of the series part but it was too long ahahaha so here's just the whole list: College AU list ✨

[idlerin]

nonsense — epilogue: 43. utterly nonsensical

masterlist — previous | fin.

✦ fun facts !

oikawa does make sure that he proposes when [name] leasts expects it (and in clothes she would approve of)

its been two years since the final chapter, by this time, [name] already has a stable job as a screenwriter while oikawa’s acting career is still booming.

[name]’s friends know oikawa has been wanting to propose for months.

nonsense ! an oikawa tooru social media au

synopsis. you were oikawa tooru’s #1 fan, until you became his #1 hater. you hated him so much you went viral on twitter (accidentally) and literally became known as “the oikawa tooru hater”, doesn’t help that he keeps fueling the fire by subtweeting you. everyone is all in for this new drama. what isn’t known to the public, is that this particular drama’s been on hold for three years (him being your ex and all).

a/n — 3/3! i don’t even know where to begin, nonsense has been an integral part of my life for around 2-3 years, even before i began posting the story on tumblr, before it was even called ‘nonsense’. it’s been on the back of my mind for ages, and when i started this story i didn’t even think it would take me this long to finish it. there has been a lot of times where i lost motivation in writing, and i never forced myself to create because then i just know the content i would put out wouldn’t be the same. so i wrote when i felt like it, when i wanted to, because i think you should never force yourself to continue something if you don’t feel like doing it anymore.

i’m also the type of person that would persist when i love something, and i really really love nonsense. i love this little world that i created and i hope other people loved it too. it’s funny how nonsense began as a silly little thought just because i ran out of smaus to read, and i really did not know how to even make one! i just relied mostly on my gut and thought to myself what i would like to read :). nonsense is very dear to me because it’s the first smau i ever made, i started this last year and i think the story grew with me!

i would just like to thank everyone who read, liked, commented, reblogged, interacted, and spared time for nonsense. i can never say enough how every single one of you mean the world to me, you guys were part of the reason i kept coming back and finishing what i left of. motivation is really the key problem i have, and i can say what motivates me is my love for the story, haikyuu, and you guys ❤️

i love all of you so so so much, thank you for being part of this story and hopefully reading nonsense had made you smile or even made your day.

now, onto my next work! (that i will most likely procrastinate on too, bare with me my darlings)

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Zymotica's MegOP fic rec list

An incomplete list of some of my favourite MegOP fics from various continuities, though I imagine some biases are obvious:

Ethics and Employee Management: A Love Story by perictione [G1]

Megatron tries publishing his essays under a pseudonym. Optimus Prime uses a fake identity to contact his new favorite writer. As the two factions fight over the resources of a small alien planet, the war rages on. Both leaders have never been happier.

Phase Shift by zuzeca [IDW1]

Long ago on Cybertron, police captain Orion Pax learned a lesson in how small changes can make large differences. An AU surrounding the events of “Chaos Theory”, Orion Pax/Megatron.

Waiting at Eternity's Edge by Silver_setting_sun [IDW1]

In the wake of war came many things- anger, distrust, disappointment, negotiations and eventual exile. Shouldering half the blame for his peoples’ near destruction and forced to live out the rest of his days offworld with his former archenemy, Optimus makes the best of the situation.

Lesser Evil by megatronfucks [IDW1]

For reasons known only to Primus, the matrix forces Megatron and Optimus to spark bond. Since neither of them are capable of ever giving up, they have to find a way forward through the barrage of feelings they can't control or understand.

communication is key by quietmoon [G1]

Optimus has known he’s irrevocably in love with a warmongering lord of destruction going on a few millennia now, but why on Cybertron his processor has chosen now to start glitching out about it, he cannot fathom.

Minne by fowo [TFE]

"Discourse," Megatron breathed. "I love it."

"Read it first," Optimus said, suddenly embarrassed.

"I shall," said Megatron, still sounding entirely enticed. "This takes me back, Optimus."

"Me too," admitted Optimus softly, and their optics met, and something passed between them that Optimus had no words for, but he hoped Megatron might.

[Megatron picks up writing again. Optimus is intrigued.]

And Your Enemies, Closer by lord_squiggletits [IDW1]

Something heavy scrapes and falls with a thud. Orion pivots seamlessly on his next step to see that Megatron has barred the door shut behind them. The sudden lack of sound from the other occupants of the compound is startling. Orion's plating prickles with a miniature lightning storm of tension.

"What?" Megatron asks. He advances towards Orion until they stand almost chest-to-chest. "Target practice will do nothing for you, Orion. You know it. I know it. So let's work on the problem together, eh?"

[For MegOP Week 2023 - Betrayal

Orion Pax is full of anger, regret, anxiety, and a lot of other emotions he really doesn't want to confront right now. Megatron offers to help distract him from them by fragging him as hard as possible.]

Peace is despaired (I can die, but I can't break) by golden_bugging [IDW1]

There was always the surreptitious threat of everything they’d built coming down like an avalanche of trials. In this volatile experiment they called peace, an unweighted touch or word could be the heat to set it all off and burn it to cinders.

An old, ubiquitous part of him said he would do anything to prevent Cybertron from a deplorable end… A covetous but just as present part of him said he would dare risk it, just to get a taste of that forbidden ‘what if’.

[Cybertron is changing once more and Megatron finds that peace comes with its own battles.

And he’s not the only one.]

Perils of a lumpy berth (Or: the one where they fuck at IKEA) by Chocolate_Cheeesecake

"Berth: Lumpy. Metal: Rusted. Pillows: Flat." Soundwave said, and his voice was ice-cold. He turned his faceplate on Megatron. "Megatron: Will acquire a new berth immediately. Berth: Should have been replaced every two hundred astrocycles."

"It was comfortable," Megatron replied, leaving out the fact that he'd procrastinated on the acquisition forms for a new berth since a few hundred years into the war.

---

The clerk turned to the both of them, and their cheerful tone faltered slightly. "I h-hope the both of you are prepared to come to an agreement?"

Megatron bared his dentae and glared at Prime. "I'm prepared to take my mattress home, yes."

Prime's optics narrowed, and his battle-mask clicked shut. "You will not threaten the employees of this store, Megatron."

---

[Or: Megatron and Optimus fight over the last warframe-sized ergonomic mattress.]

Down, Down Below by Aggression [TFA]

Optimus Prime knew he shouldn't wander the tunnels underneath Iacon, but he had done it so many times before. It was just his luck that the one time he went alone would be the one time he went down far deeper than he had ever intended. Who would've known that there was other mecha down here?

everything's made to be broken by megatronfucks [IDW1]

There are a lot of things Optimus has forgotten since he was found half-dead in the wasteland. Most of his life, for one. His friends. The war he's fighting. Whatever it is that gives him the strength to get up every day and keep fighting it. But the more of his life he starts to relearn, the more sure he is that there's something else missing. Why won't anyone tell him what it is?

---

Megatron. His friends had mentioned that name by now, or recorded it in the files they gave him, but it came to him then from older memories. The part of his brain that knew his enemy flickered back to life, casting everything into a fresh light.

He didn't need to hear the feed to know what Megatron was saying. He didn't need Megatron to say it at all. He could hear it in his own spark. Get out there and stop him.

Rhinestones in lieu of Diamonds by fowo [ongoing]

"This is my slagging support group!" Megatron shouted, pointing at the floor like it made a damn difference. "There's hundreds of them out there and he waltzes in here and I'm supposed to be okay with that?!"

---

Megatron struggles with peace. Turns out Optimus does as well.

Losing Faith Makes a Crime by lord_squiggletits [IDW1]

Optimus understood Megatron's words now, about the spark being the secret to life itself. All the mechanisms in a Cybertronian's body converged in the spark. It wasn't just Megatron's spark itself, but all the surrounding wires, tubes, and motors that burned so hot Optimus could barely stand it, like holding his hand inside of a smelter. He could feel everything, all the different parts of Megatron's insides humming with their own unique frequencies and filling Optimus with the sheer life he held in his hand.

---

Megatron is about to be sent to the Galactic Council to be tried and sentenced for his crimes. Optimus comes to visit him on his final night. They reminisce over everything that is and could have been. Neither of them have a future any more. So Optimus decides to take control of Megatron's fate one last time and save him from the hands of the enemy... by being the one to kill him himself.

Hot Decepticon Mess by Spoon888

Megatron of Tarn, former Supreme Commander of the Decepticon forces, likes being spiked. And Optimus knows exactly what to do with this information.

The Day After The Revolution by conceptofzero [TFP]

Megatron lives again. The Decepticons are no more. No reason to stick around and let Optimus lord his victory over him. Megatron heads for the stars and leaves the reborn Cybertron behind.

---

A fix-it fic/continuation to "Transformers Prime Beast Hunters: Predacons Rising". It also borrows/mashes up some from IDW's continuity.

[aleskie]

Hi, in ice to meet you could you write about Nico being with her when her mother shows up and starts insulting her so he defends her and stands up for his girlfriend?

I love your writing ❤️

Hi anon!! Thank you for liking how I write! It means a lot :>> And thank u for this !! It was the perfect way to procrastinate my paper so I got a bit carried away HAHAHAH

I like to think this would happen some time in the future like,,,, after everything in the main story has happened :00 I’m planning some resolution for the particular conflict with her mom (Aida), so take this as a lil spoiler for that !!!

(Chapter 6 will be out on Valentine's Day btw!!)

WE'LL BE OKAY | Nico Hischier x Figure Skater

Read the rest of Ice to Meet You HERE

These days, going home was something Nico looked forward to. Not long ago, he’d have come back to an empty apartment, a solitary dinner, and maybe some mindless TV before bed. But now, things were different. He had someone waiting for him—someone to share meals, binge-watch shows, and bicker over laundry piles with. 

Home finally felt like home because Mila was there.

The apartment was still a work in progress. Boxes lingered in corners, and there were ongoing debates about where each trinket or art piece belonged. But the essentials—the living room, the bed, sheets, blankets, and kitchenware—were firmly in place and well-used over the past few weeks. Slowly but surely, the space was becoming theirs.

Tomorrow was a rare day off for Nico, and he wanted to celebrate it right: pastries from the neighborhood bakery and a cozy night on the couch. He imagined the grin on Mila’s face when she saw the spread of bread and cakes he’d picked up. Smiling to himself, he unlocked the door, ready to surprise her.

Instead, he walked into something else entirely.

The sound hit him before he saw her—Mila’s raised voice cutting sharply through the apartment.

“At this point, Mom, it feels like you have a problem with everything I do!” she snapped, pacing the living room with a pillow in hand. She tossed it onto the couch with more force than necessary, glaring at her phone, which was perched precariously on the side table in speaker mode.

A familiar, piercing voice crackled through the room. “I wouldn’t have an issue if you ever bothered to call and keep us informed, Milana!” her mother’s tone was sharp enough to carve glass, each word brimming with a mix of judgment and exasperation.

Mila groaned and started rearranging the couch pillows with aggressive determination, muttering under her breath.

Nico winced. Even through a phone speaker, Aida Petrova’s voice could make anyone grimace—whether from frustration, fear, or pure dislike. Carefully shutting the door behind him, Nico hesitated for a moment, debating whether to announce himself or quietly retreat to the kitchen until the storm passed.

So much for a sweet surprise.

“I don’t think I need your opinion on where I’m living, Mom!” Mila shot back, dropping onto the couch with a frustrated huff. Her eyes flicked up to Nico, finally noticing him standing in the doorway. Her brows were knit together, her expression a storm of anger and hurt, and her eyes glistened with tears that threatened to spill. This argument had clearly been brewing for a while.

Aida’s voice cut through the tense silence like a blade. “Well, you’ll wish you’d listened when everything falls apart, Milana! Do you have any idea the kind of disasters waiting for people like you who rush into living together before marriage? The arguments, the ruin, the heartbreak—do you even think about these things? Is it too much for me to ask you to not be reckless?”

Mila groaned, rubbing at her temples with both hands as if she could massage away the headache her mother’s words were giving her. “Mom, we’re fine. We’ve been fine. I don’t need you to manifest doom over every decision I make!”

“You’re fine for now,” Aida snapped. “But what happens when things get hard, huh? When one of you decides they’re bored or when you realize you’ve tied yourself to someone without any protections? What happens then, Milana?”

Nico felt his stomach sink at the words, though he knew they weren’t meant for him directly. He stood still, watching the argument unfold, unsure if he should intervene or let her handle this herself. 

Mila’s jaw tightened, and she balled her hands into fists. “We’ve been together for years, mom! We’re not doing this impulsively. We talked about this. We planned for it. Nico and I want this! We’re committed even without the marriage part.” She pinches the bridge of her nose.

“And what does he know about commitment?” Aida’s voice turned sharp, venomous. “He’s just as clueless as you are, and worse—”

“Shut up!” Mila’s voice rang out, loud and unyielding. “Don’t talk about him that way! You, of all people, don’t get to talk about him like that!”

Her words hung in the air, echoing with raw emotion. Nico felt the weight of them settle in his chest. He hadn’t moved a muscle, but now his fingers tightened around the bakery bag, the crinkle of paper almost absurdly loud in the thick silence that followed.

Mila’s gaze flicked back to Nico again, her eyes filled with apology and simmering frustration. She turned back to the phone, jaw tight, poised to counter whatever cutting remark her mother was about to hurl next. Her fingers twitched against the couch cushion, betraying her readiness to defend herself, Nico, and their relationship yet again.

Nico, however, had seen enough. Moving quickly but deliberately, he set the bakery bag down on the coffee table, the soft thud breaking through the tense silence. Before Mila could react, he leaned over and gently but firmly took her phone from the side table.

“Aida, hello,” he said, his voice calm but carrying a thread of weary exasperation. He stepped back, his tone measured, a stark contrast to the fiery argument moments before. “I think that’s enough for today.”

“Ugh, the boy arrives,” Aida said, her disdain practically dripping through the speaker. Nico could almost see the eye-roll from the other end of the line.

He chose not to react to her tone, keeping his voice measured and steady. “This conversation has gone as far as it needs to,” he said. His gaze flicked to Mila, her tear-streaked face breaking his heart all over again. “I know you’re her mother and that you care about her, but you have a terrible way of showing it.”

Nico’s brows furrowed, the weight of every time Mila had cried over her mother pressing on him. His voice softened, but the firmness in his tone remained. “Don’t call back unless you can talk to her calmly and with kindness. Like any other mother would.”

The sharp intake of breath on the other end was audible, the silence that followed stretching thin and heavy. Aida was clearly stunned by his words, but Nico didn’t give her a chance to recover.

“I’m hanging up now,” he said, gentle but resolute. “Take care.” Without waiting for the inevitable retaliation, he ended the call.

The abrupt quiet that followed was almost jarring. He set the phone on the table beside the bakery bag, its cheerful pastel colors a stark contrast to the lingering tension in the room.

Fully turning towards Mila, he found her still frozen on the couch. Her body was curled in on itself, her hands tightly clenched in her lap. Silent tears slid down her cheeks, and her expression—frustrated and raw and vulnerable—made something twist inside him.

Nico crossed the small space between them and lowered himself onto the couch. Without a word, he opened his arms. Mila didn’t hesitate, sinking into him as though she were trying to disappear.

“You’re fine,” he murmured, pulling her close and stroking her hair in soothing motions. Her sobs were quiet but deep, her back trembling against him as she let it all out. “Everything’s fine now. You’re safe. We’re okay.”

They stayed like that for a long time, wrapped in each other. Slowly, Mila’s sobs began to fade, her breathing evening out as the storm inside her quieted. Nico continued to hold her, letting the silence settle like a soft blanket over them.

Eventually, Mila leaned back slightly, her face still streaked with tears but her expression calmer. She gave him a small, wobbly smile, the gratitude in her eyes unspoken but unmistakable.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice hoarse.

He cupped her face gently, brushing a stray tear from her cheek with his thumb. “You don’t have to thank me,” he said softly, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead, “I’m always here for you.”

The bakery bag on the table caught his eye, and he gave her a tentative smile. “I brought dessert,” he said, trying to inject a little lightness into the moment. “Thought we could have a cozy night in.”

Mila let out a shaky laugh, wiping at her face. “A cozy night sounds really good right now,” she admitted.

Nico reached for the bag, pulling out the treats he’d picked so carefully. As they unwrapped pastries and nibbled on them together, the heaviness in the air began to lift. It wasn’t perfect, but it was better.

They were going to be okay.

[sunshineneedsaplacetokeephernsfw]

Day 31 |

Halloween Special part 1

- Alfons & Jude (separate)

Full fic will include everyone

Kinktober masterlist

Gender-neutral reader (genitals not specified)

Word count: 2.7k

18+, spooky stuff, dubcon, semi-public stimulation (if the castle is considered public), grinding, edging, no editing

A/n: I procrastinated too much and this whole giant fic is not probably not going to be finished today. So here's what I finished so far. The full fic will be posted as one later. Happy Halloween.

“Thanks for helping me hand out those treats, Ellis.” You walked back into the castle. “I’m glad we got to do something for Halloween before the moon comes out.” 

Earlier Victor had told you it was the Queen of the Night’s Halloween, which would make them more villainous by the time night rolled around. Which was why you celebrated the night before with some games and the type of things that were rumored to bring ghosts. It was a lot of fun.

“No problem. I liked being able to see you and everyone smile.”

You wondered how much time you had until sunset. It would be nice to be able to spend as much time as you could with them, but you were honestly looking forward to some time by yourself in your room. All day you had been pent up and you were eager to finally be able to relieve it.

You opened your mouth to speak again when something moved in the corner of your eye. Your head whipped over to see a glowing wisp floating through the air. You squinted, thinking it was a trick of the light. It suddenly moved and zipped past you and disappeared into the wall.

“Did you see that too?” you said.

“Yeah. I think I saw one earlier too.”

“I see you’ve met our new guests,” William’s voice made you turn around. Victor skipped beside him.

“Remember that fun little, cute game we did that was said to summon ghosts? Turns out it was real.”

“What?” Your mind stumbled over the implications. “How.. is that possible? Ghosts are real?”

“Curses are real. I’d say anything is fair game,” William said.

That explained why some of your things were misplaced earlier.

“Are they dangerous?” Ellis asked.

“No.”

“Not from what we can tell so far.”

“Either way, that book of spells we used might be more dangerous than we thought if they work,” Victor said.

“What did you do with it?” you said.

Alfons waltzed by, with Elbert beside him. “It seems during our fun we misplaced the book. Everyone has been working hard to find it.”

“...you have?” Elbert said.

“You don’t believe me?”

“I’ve been with you the whole time.”

The two of them walked away.

“Oi,” Jude’s voice made you jump, “need ya to do something for me,” Jude said to Ellis.

“What do you think about all the ghosts, Jude?” you blurted out the question.

“Annoying as hell. Keeps makin’ me see things that ain’t there. Now c’mon.” He walked off impatiently.

“See you later,” Ellis whispered before leaving. He walked beside Jude, listened and nodded before running off somewhere else. Probably to do whatever Jude asked.

You turned back around to see Will still standing there, but Victor was gone.

“Where’d Victor go?”

“He had some things to do as the queen’s aide. He wished to say goodbye, but didn’t want to interrupt your conversation, so he told me to say it for him.”

You nodded. Your toe nudged the floor. “So, how long are the ghosts going to be here?”

“As long as they please,” he smiled. “Or until we can find the spell book. There’s a page on how to undo the ritual.”

You nodded. Too bad no one decided to do the counter spell for fun.

“Isn’t it exciting to have ghosts as guests?” William asked.

“I guess so.”

“Are you worried?”

“A little? It’ll just be something to get used to. The castle being haunted.”

He laughed. “That would make Crown Castle more interesting.”

You heard your name and turned to see Liam and Harrison. William gave a bow goodbye and you went to join Liam.

You talked a bit and promised he could help you with the treats next year. Harrison offered to help too, but you had a feeling he was going to snitch some of them for himself. You also saw Roger trying his best to get some data on the ghosts. A brief chat told you that it was hard to communicate with them. It was strange seeing them float around randomly and take different shapes.

You parted ways with the villains. It was starting to get dark. Your feet moved faster as you tried to get to your room. You were aching just thinking about finally getting some time to yourself and you walked faster.

Was it just you, or were there more ghosts? Or were they just changing to be bigger. They moved all around you. You just ignored it and the tight feeling in your chest. You blinked when you thought you saw a forest in the corner of your eye.

You shook your head and kept walking. But you just kept getting turned around. No matter how far you walked, you couldn’t find the right door, and it felt like you were taking the same turn over and over again.

The ghosts whispered screams into your ears. You shook your head harder and covered your ears with your palms. It was going to be alright. You just needed to find your room. If you could find your room? Could you find your room? Were they just going to be in your room too?

You ran faster and faster, feeling lost in the castle for the first time since you first arrived. You turned corners again and again. Feeling hope when you saw somewhere that looked familiar, then despair when it didn’t again.

You just held still and your body twitched. It looked like the walls were moving. You held a sob in your throat as you slumped against the wall. Your back dragged against something that didn’t feel right. You looked behind you. In a moment, you briefly saw it was a bookcase behind you. You reached out and felt it.

The cool leather of the books seeped into your fingertips. You were in the library. How the hell did you manage to get all the way over here? Your body trembled with a sob.

For a moment, you thought you heard the click of dress shoes on the floor. You nearly dismissed it as a hallucination when you heard it again. You looked up and saw someone walk into view. Alfons glanced around. Was it really him or were the ghosts messing with you again. He didn’t have his usual smile on his face.

His eyes caught onto you and his smile returned.

“Why hello. And I thought you had already went to your room like a good robin. You really should before you run across Elbert.”

“I couldn’t find it.” Your voice came out sadder than you meant it to.

He hummed and walked up to you. You didn’t move and stayed curled up.

“May I ask what you’re doing down there?”

“I don’t feel like getting up.”

After a moment he lowered himself and sat beside you.

“What if you aren’t real?” You sniffled. After a second of silence, “Say something only he would know.” 

He grinned.

“Last week when you lost a card bet, you-” 

“Okay. You’re him,” you quickly cut him off. 

“I don’t believe the spirits have gotten that good at their illusions yet to impersonate someone. And one touch will prove if it’s real or not. My dreams are far more potent.”

You stared at the ground. You had no idea what time it was. Or if it was dark outside or not. Not with the ghosts messing with you.

“Why are they doing this?”

“They may be bored.”

You shook your head. “I know they aren’t real, and I shouldn’t worry. But I…” You trailed off and rocked yourself a bit.

“I see your distress is still real.” He shook his head. “That’s a problem.”

He leaned in and tilted your head up. His warm breath fanned over your skin.

“They can’t hurt you. You should be more concerned about me.” Without even giving you time to think, he lightly stroked your skin. “Would you like a distraction?”

He quickly worked your body up again. Especially after not being able to mastrubate earlier, since the spirits foiled that plan. You couldn’t help but nod.

He leaned in and captured your mouth in a kiss. It quickly enveloped you. You tried to keep up with him. His tongue pushed into your mouth and took your breath away. You moved closer. He stroked your back and shoulder, sensual and teasing. You moaned softly and pressed your thighs together.

He pulled back. You didn’t even notice when he took his glove off when you felt his bare fingers on the nape of your neck.

“There are no ghosts of ghouls. We’re simply having fun together.”

You blinked and the library looked normal. You tried to remember why you were sitting on the floor again when Alfons nipped at your neck. You gasped. He quickly slipped under your clothes to feel your sex. 

You opened up your legs to let him in more. He chuckled.

“You always respond so sweetly.”

You bucked yourself into him, using your back on the bookcase for leverage. You moaned more loudly as the pressure in you grew. So desperate that you didn’t notice you were beginning to rock the bookcase behind you.

“Careful.” His hand went to the wood to steady it.

As he did there was a loud thump. You both jumped and turned to the direction of the noise. It was a book. You looked between it and the bookcase. Something seemed off. The way it fell… it was like it was placed on top, not on one of the shelves.

“What’s this?” Alfons briefly removed his hand from you.

You reached over and grabbed it. Your eyes scanned the cover. It was the spell book from last night.

“Wasn’t Victor looking for this?”

Why was it on the very top of the bookcase? Like someone was trying to hide it.

His eyes widened and he looked around, like he saw something you couldn’t. You tilted your head in confusion.

“What is it?”

“Nothing.” He said and looked at you like nothing was wrong. “But I suggest that we-”

Wait a second- The memory of the ghosts came back to you all at once. Suddenly you couldn’t see. Wisps of white clouded your vision and swirled around you as if they were angry. The whispered screams filled your ears and you pressed your palms to your ears. 

You thought you hear Alfons’s voice through it and lifted your hands.

“Just keep walking. You’ve suffered worse than this,” he said.

You tried to catch his hand, but couldn’t find him. You felt a tug on the book and you tucked it under your arm. With a deep breath, you just put one foot after another.

It felt like the wind was in your face. You closed your eyes and just kept walking. Using your arms to feel the walls and try to navigate through the castle. You kept holding on tight to the book, and switched your hold to press it against your chest.

Slowly the sounds in your ear stopped. You opened your eyes to see them slowly floating to a stop and a figure with a black and purple cape swatting at the ghosts.

“Jude?”

He was cursing under his breath as he touched each one and they stopped. Your eyes widened.

While you were distracted, the book was tugged out of your hands. You cried out and reached out for it. Another hand snatched it up for you and touched the ghost that immediately stopped. Your eyes met with cold amethyst ones. You froze.

“You… you can make them sleep?”

He grunted. “It’s hard as hell, but yes.” His scowl made your blood turn cold.. “What the hell ya doin’ all the way out here? Listenin’ to none of the warnin’s to get in bed before dark? Ya realize ya owe me fer helpin’ ya.” He took a step closer.

“I couldn’t find the door.”

“Of course ya couldn’t.” He rolled his eyes a bit. “No one’s findin’ the right door in a shitstorm like this.” His eyes drifted to the book he’d caught. “What’s this?”

You held it up. “The spell book.”

His eyebrow raised. “The one we need ta get rid of all these pests?”

“Yes.”

“What’d it say?”

You glanced down at it and bit your lip. “I haven’t checked yet.”

He grit his teeth. “Why the hell not? You just been wanderin’ around like a limp deer? Come on.”

He placed it on the nearby table and grabbed your hair to pull you to it. Your hands went out to catch yourself and his knee went between your legs behind you.

“Find it.”

Your eyes widen. Even compared to usual, this was mean. Is this part of the Queen of the Night?

He pressed his knee harder into you. “The longer ya take, the longer I keep getting to do what I want with cha as punishment.”

You flipped the book open and started to look through the pages as he grinded his legs onto you. You bit your lip and held back the moans as your shaking hands kept searching. It was hard to read in the dark. And you were still sensitive from earlier. A whimper escaped you and you tried to keep yourself from moving against him. You hadn’t even gotten to cum earlier either.

You throbbed against him and dug your fingers into the table. You hissed as he pushed harder.

You were lifted to your toes on occasion. It was so hard to focus.

He laughed. “Startin’ to think you wanted me to punish and use ya.”

You bit down harder on your lip. You couldn’t even say that you weren’t enjoying it. You whimpered and your eye caught on something.

“Found it! It’s right here,” you pointed to it.

“Finally.  Thought you’d stall ‘til the night was over.”

“I wasn’t-”

“What’s it say?”

“Oh. ‘In the room you originally summoned them… draw the symbol on the floor and say the counter spell',” you read. You were in the dining hall when you were messing around with the book. “Okay. So now we just have to-”

You tried to push back when you found he wouldn’t let you.

“Ya thought I was done with ya? Ya still owe me fer stoppin’ the ghosts ‘n getting’ back the book ya lost.” You could hear his smirk. “Keep going. I saw ya grindin’ like a slut.”

A whine escaped your throat before you could stop it. You were still aching. You swallowed your pride and rubbed yourself on him. Your head fell back as you whimpered. Trying to rub up against him just right. The material of his pants felt so good. Or maybe you were just horny.

He laughed. “Ya really are hopeless.”

He pushed harder, once, twice. Tears pricked at your eyes. Pleads fell from your mouth. You were actually getting close. God, you couldn’t believe you were so horny that you were actually close just from this.

Your nails dug into the table. Just a little more.

He pulled his leg away and you almost fell down.

You turned with your eyebrows furrowed. He just smiled. Of course he wasn’t going to let you. Especially not tonight.

“What’s with that disappointed face? Only makes me want to do it again.” 

You sighed and shook your head. You just needed to get this over with so you could finally get to your room.

“Okay. Now we have to go to the dining room,” you said as you tried to pretend your legs weren’t shaking.

“We? I’m doin’ it. Yer staying here.”

He reached out to grab the book. On impulse you snatched it up before he could and pulled it close to your chest. The look he gave you made you shiver and step back.

You screwed up your courage. “I’m helping. I’m not staying here with no idea when this is going to end and waiting until the ghosts wake up. I’m going to help.”

You knew he was going to argue. Before he could protest, you started running in the direction of the dining hall. He cursed and followed after you.

[mushysquashythingamajig]

911, what's your pride?

Week 1: Firsts.

Relationship: Chloe x Gabi

@911whatisyourpride

Gabi was more nervous than she'd ever been in her entire life. Even more nervous than her driver's exam. Her first step into a new life here in LA. She pulled on her skirt once more, touched up her make-up (she was trying something new sue her), did several things that deep down she knew were just her procrastinating.

"You got this Gabi. Remember, you two have great chemistry. She really likes you. If she didn't she wouldn't have said yes." She hyped herself up in the mirror, fussing over her hair again. "Even though she just got out of the hospital a few weeks ago. Am I pressuring her? Oh my god I'm pressuring her aren't I?"

She was spiraling. Again. She tended to do that a lot these days. Even more so than that time when she finally figured out that not everyone looks at the cheerleaders like that. She had an urge to call Chloe. They had been exchanging a lot of texts recently, Gabi trying to remind her about her meds and forgetting like 90% of the time.

Shaking her head, trying to dislodge every negative thought that had embedded itself into her brain, she set down the lipstick that was… yep too much. She had to leave.

Grabbing a tissue, she bit down on it to transfer the excess, before finally leaving.

"BEST OF LUCK GABI." Her roommate and the reason why their neighbors hated them, Jordyn yelled from the kitchen.

"THANKS, BYE." Okay, maybe she also had some part in that.

"GET LAID." That's it, she was gone.

Gabi had called in a uber (even though she had just gotten her license) so getting to the date wasn't too much of a hassle. She still loathed the lack of public transportation in LA but hey, beggars can't be choosers. Her leg kept bouncing, her nerves were too excited. She really, really wanted this to work out. Chloe was, for the lack of a better word, amazing. She had always wanted to become a pianist as a child but her mother had gotten sick when she was in high school. She both worked and graduated but couldn't study any further because her mother's health deteriorated. Even though her mother had passed away, Chloe said she never regretted it.

The cafe was picked out by Chloe who constantly sang praises of the place. She swore by her life that this place made the best coffee she had ever tasted, as well as those adorable tiny little cakes in jars. It did look very homey when Gabi entered. Lots of plants so that was a win in her books.

For a second, she wasn't able to find Chloe despite the small amount of people and she may have had a mini panic attack. What if she realised that she didn't want to do anything with Gabi? WHAT IF SHE WAS HURT? All of worries were swept aside when Chloe waved from her chair.

Gabi got why she didn't recognise her. You know that realisation that the person you asked out on a date when with is way out of your league? Well that's exactly how Gabi felt right now. Gabi was feeling so fucking underdressed right now. Let's be real, Gabi could've been the best dressed here and still couldn't hold a candle to Chloe.

"Chloe, h-hi. I didn't keep you waiting long did I?" She winced. "I'm sorry."

"It's no problem. I just got here, like two minutes ago." She chuckled and Gabi thought it was the most beautiful thing she'd ever heard in her life. She could've sworn that time had slowed down when she chuckled and she completely missed Chloe calling out to her.

"I'm sorry?"

"I was asking you to sit."

"Yes. Sit. As one does. On a date." Okay, shut up now. Please.

"Yes, exactly." And she could've sworn that time slowed again-

"So, how have things been?" Chloe stopped her from spacing out again.

"They've- They've been good. I finally got used to the new job. Jane told me 'Nice work' which obviously means a promotion or a bonus is on the table."

"I thought hell would freeze over before she praised you."

Gabi accidentally snorted before covering her mouth with her hand. Why was she like this?

"It has been getting a little chilly recently."

Chloe was right. The coffee and the cakes in this place were amazing. If Gabi wasn't trying to preserve her image, or what was left of it, she would ordered another jar cake in a heartbeat. She really wanted this to work out. They shared stories from their childhood, Chloe's first prom and first kiss on that very same night, Gabi's life back in Brooklyn.

The didn't even realise how fast the time had gone by, a yellow tint scattered in the sky now. And as much as Gabi wanted this evening to last even more, she knew she had to get home. She stared at the cakes on display, debating whether to get one or not. In the end, the urge to impress the goddess in front of her was too much.

"Wait here! Just a sec!" Chloe exclaimed exactly as the two emerged from the cafe. Gabi didn't even get to question why she was in such a rush. Probably just forgot something back inside. Instead she came out, cradling a small white bag. "Something for the road." She passed her the bag.

Curiosity won over and she peeked inside. A small jar, adorned with an adorable sticker. The jar cake. How did she know that Gabi wanted this? Wait. Wait.

"Oh my God, you saw me staring at the cakes?" Gabi's face reddened. She buried her face in her hand, too mortified to show Chloe her face.

"NO. No. Okay maybe just a little." Chloe chuckled and that was the most beautiful sound Gabi had ever heard. Period. Nothing would ever come close. Soon after, the embarrassment subsided and Gabi started laughing with Chloe.

"This was fun." Gabi finally managed to quell her laughter, her stomach throbbing.

"Yes, I really enjo.yed it." Chloe smiled at her.

The stood in front of each other, a newfound awkwardness, one only rivaled by their first meeting. When Chloe leaned forward, giving her a light peck on the cheek. Gabi's entire body burned, her face felt like it was on fire. But Chloe's gentle blush made it all worth it.

Chloe waved her goodbye and start to walk away. Gabi didn't know what came into her but she called out for the woman.

"My Uber's gonna take some time getting here. Maybe we can share."

Chloe turned around, her mouth slightly open in surprise. She nodded towards the bench with a particularly nice view of the place. And with the sunset it was looking extra pretty. Although that wasn't the only reason. Gabi you're a genius.

[luv-indigo]

okay so, redesigning nadine for the third and (hopefully) final time. i felt she looked too similar to soraya (my keyframes fall mc) so i changed nadine up a bit. also!! i was trying to find oc templates to fill out for my visual novel ocs and although there’s so many out there, none were exactly what i was looking for soooo…. I made my own! i’ll post my other our life ocs with them soon but first, nadine ! (again)

I’ve also changed my own mind. Nadine will be my MC for Qiu’s route.

Nadine introduction <3

Nadine spent much of her early childhood moving from place to place, all within her home state of California but oftentimes in different cities. Moving around so often made it hard to keep in contact with friends and after a while made it especially hard making friends in the first place.

When Opal tells Nadine they‘re moving once again, Nadine is surprised to learn they’re moving to Oregon, their neighboring state. This time, she learns it’ll be a more permanent location. Nadine doesn’t know exactly how to feel. She’s so used to moving around that being in a place for so long sounds foreign, weird and new. However, part of her can’t help but feel excited, especially since she gets her own room now! But no matter what, she knows mama will be with her every step of the way.

Upon meeting Qiu and Tamarack, Nadine quickly feels they can be the best of friends. Nadine has always been more of a quiet person but not necessarily shy. Spend enough time with her and you’ll find she can talk quite a lot. Yet she’s perfectly content with simply listening as well.

Nadine is mostly a rule follower. Rules are there for a reason right? She prides herself on being neat and orderly. All her belongings are pristine and in their place because that’s just how she likes it. During step 1, Nadine strongly dislikes getting dirty. Which can be difficult to avoid if you’re playing outside in the woods.

Step Two !!

After four years, Nadine has adjusted well into her new home. Although Nadine needs glasses she very much prefers to use eye contacts instead. It’s also the most convenient when ice skating. She’s taken on ice skating as her main past time and she’s fairly good. Her transportation of choice has been rollerblading so it makes sense she got into ice skating as well.

Her other hobbies are more on the creative side. She enjoys crafting and drawing on occasion. Cosplaying is also one of her major hobbies. For years she has worked on making her Halloween costumes with the help of Mama.

During this time Nadine becomes more of a shy person. During her earlier childhood, she had no problem voicing her thoughts and opinions but it seems now that sort of thing gets harder to do as you age. Thankfully, she has her two close friends to turn to whenever she needs a hand, and in turn she will be there for them as well.

Step Three !!

Nadine has less and less time to do things she wants. If this is how adult life is she wants zero part of it </3

Nadine has always prioritized their studies (although that became much harder to do when middle school started due to her procrastination habits). Now college is weighing on their mind. Nadine still very much enjoys ice skating yet she struggles to make time to practice. Similarly, cosplaying has turning into a year long project (for Halloween of course). Doing multiple cosplays a year is something she doesn’t have time for anymore. Although they are often busy, Nadine will always make time for a special someone and her best friend, Tamarack.

Step Four !!

Nadine’s all grown up </3

Throughout many years Nadine has learned things about themselves and grown into the person they are today. Her experiences and the people she has been around since she was ten years old have impacted her life to mold her into who she is, for better or worse. And honestly, they wouldn’t have it any other way.

And finally this little thing I made with all of Nadine’s doll icons. I had to edit many of them to fit the hair style and clothing options I wanted and it literally took forever </3 ouGh

Also, I apologize for the quality. I tried to preserve it as I was inserting the drawings into the template but resizing may have messed up the quality </3