#I woke up this morning... saw the news... felt depressed..

[inspired-lesson-plans]

Do Now:

Dismantle the Electoral College once and for all.

[gingerhaole]

In January 2021, I got sick. I tested negative for Covid, but I assumed it had to be that, given the severity and duration. It lasted something crazy like four weeks, and after that I had this crunchy lingering cough and a host of other issues that just never went away, namely incredible fatigue.

I was always tired, never woke feeling rested, and started napping more and more, for hours at a time, sometimes three naps a day. I would sit to work on art and just tip sideways on the sofa. I'd be so tired I'd lay on the floor for a moment and be out instantly. My memory was failing me more and more, and the brain fog was constant. I felt really, clearly stupider, and the people in my life started to resent how much I slept. It was ruining my life.

I figured this was long Covid. My doctor treated me for post-nasal drip, allergies, mild hypothyroidism, vitamin deficiencies, depression. I ate better, exercised, got enough sleep. Nothing made me less tired.

Finally I saw a sleep specialist, answered a lot of questions, and did a sleep study at home. Found out I have pretty severe sleep apnea -- I will stop breathing roughly 30 times an hour. She hooked me up with a CPAP machine -- a nose snorkel -- and it became my new best friend. It's actually pretty comfortable, quiet as a whisper, and I finally get enough oxygen when I sleep. I sleep like the dead, not a moment of unrest until the morning.

The trouble was, I was still tired. Still falling asleep randomly, still losing motor function when drowsy. My sleep specialist diagnosed me with narcolepsy.

Apparently sometimes, when you get the flu and it hits you just right, it can trigger narcolepsy. Way back in January 2021, what I thought was Covid was a nasty narcolepsy activator that's been fucking with me ever since.

My doc put me on a stimulant specifically for narcolepsy, and it does work, but it's not a miracle cure. I'm still tired, but I fall asleep a lot less frequently, and I can fight through it. I told my doc that I still got very tired occasionally, and she said, "Sometimes a nap can help you get through the rest of the day. It's okay to nap." Being given that permission after years of feeling guilty and ashamed of sleeping so much made me cry on the spot.

It's a work in progress. I feel like I have my brain back, at least. But if you find yourself with symptoms like mine, see if you can ask your doctor about doing a sleep study. I think narcolepsy is more common than we think, and you don't have to feel like you're doomed to it.

[meliciousmel13]

➛ munch

paring: overworked!billie x wife!reader

warnings: literally just filthy smut with a little plot, riding, eating out, kind of pathetic billie(?) just at the beginning though, mirror sex, billie calls r good girl, strap-on sex, kind of proofread

wc: 2,433

SYNOPSIS: billie won’t stop working, you want to go out but she won’t leave the studio. you had an idea of what to do.

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an: here's another fic since last week i didn't post anything.

she was always in the studio. always. whether it was 3 am or 4 in the morning. you never got to see her besides when she got out the room to get water, or take a 5 minute break (which was apparently enough time for the whole week).

you never saw her. you understood. she had to work on her new album. it was just work. but the amount of times your slept in a cold bed was getting tiring, and kind of depressing, considering you barely saw your wife, when she was your wife.

“billie?” your soft voice echoed through out the home studio, billie didn’t notice you with her headphones on, “bills” you repeated her name, slowly entering the studio and standing behind her, she finally noticed.

billie removed her headphones and looked behind her, a tired smile finding it’s way on her face, “hey baby.” she said, while looking up, and taking your hips in her hands. you were wearing a silk satin robe, which was driving her insane.

“hi.” you smiled as billie kissed your stomach, “i wanted to surprise you.” you said, enjoying her hands on you, she hasn’t touched you in three weeks, and you were getting desperate.

“wanted to surprise me?” she smiled, for the first time in weeks, she almost forgot how happy you made her, almost forgot about you.

“yeah,” you smirk, untying you robe and seeing billie’s eyes widen. you were wearing almost nothing underneath, just lacy underwear.

“so it’s that kind of surprise?” she chuckled, trying to act like seeing you half naked in her studio didn’t affect her.

you hum, removing her hands on your hips getting in front of her and sitting on her desk, spreading your legs, “you can’t touch me though,” you said, tilting your head to the side, which made your untied hair go that way.

billie thought about her album, the amount of work she had to do was piling up each day. but she couldn’t deny you, she never could and never will, “you tryna’ tease me?” she placed her hand on your upper thigh, but you pushed it off.

“maybe.” you smile, innocently, like you weren’t dripping on her desk, “you’ve been working a lot.” you said, nonchalantly, while billie was imagining the way she could take you, “do you also sleep here?” you asked, curious.

“no— i sleep in our bed i just leave before you wake up.” she said, it made much more sense. why you woke up with a pillow next to you every time you woke up, and why her side of the bed was messy.

“how long do you sleep for?” you asked, again.

“six hours…” billie trailed off, couldn’t even look at your face, not like she was looking at it in the first place.

“don’t lie to me billie.” you threatened, closing your thighs, and getting off her desk.

“okay! okay, i sleep for three hours.” billie said, slightly scared of what you might do. you weren’t scared to make her sleep on the couch the last time she even remotely did anything wrong.

“three hours?” you said in disbelief, you knew her sleep schedule sucked, but it was getting borderline unhealthy and insane, “you sleep for three fucking hours? are you serious?” you said.

“no i sleep for two.”

“billie!”

“i’m joking!”

“don’t joke about that, god.” you sighed, with your head in your hands.

billie felt bad. didn’t know how much her not being there affected you, “i’ll take a ten minute break then.” you looked up, mischievously, this was exactly what you wanted.

“fifteen.”

“ten.” she argued.

“twenty.”

“fifteen.”

“an hour.” you smiled.

“fine,” billie caved, laying back on her seat, and looking up at you, “your so lucky your adorable.” she said, and you hummed, sitting back on her desk, scooting to the very edge of it, and billie immediately sat up, like she was trained to do it.

“god, you’re so fucking gorgeous,” she breathed, almost absentmindedly, your belly burned a little, but not from that fiery pit that had been present earlier. this was desire. you felt desired.

“bills,” you whimpered as she lifted one of your legs to kiss along your thigh. she focused all her attention on the one thigh, running her hands and lips over the soft skin.

“jesus christ,” she whispered, watching your skin dimple under her fingers. she squeezed it harder, her lips climbing up your thigh. she brought one hand to your other thigh because she knew she wouldn’t be able to give it the proper attention it deserved before she got hungry and dove right in. the faint smell was already driving her wild.

you whimpered again when she got to her destination. you could feel her heavy breath against your underwear. she looked up at you pleadingly, her pupils drowning out her bright blue irises.

“can i take them off?” she asked, running her thumb over the lacy waistband. you shuddered and nodded, unable to make out any real words. she bit her lip and took your underwear off, throwing the white lace behind her.

“holy shit,” she sighed, eyes locked on your wet pussy. “i wanna eat it so fucking bad, baby. please,” she pleaded, her voice cracking in desire. you looked down at her, watching her throat bob as she swallowed thickly. like she was genuinely drooling.

you didn’t feel pressure to say yes, but you felt it would be cruel to say no. billie wanted it so bad.

“yes.”

billie gasped, her warm breath fanning over your folds. she licked her lips. “slowly, please,” you said, your words shaky. she nodded and looked up at you briefly in confirmation.

she looked back down and used her thumb to spread you apart before her tongue dove in. you moaned loudly at the contact, watching her lap up every crevice with fervor. her nose bumped your clit, and her mouth opened eagerly, exploring your pussy with her skilled tongue. she dipped it into your entrance, groaning at the taste that flooded her. the vibrations set you into a fit of complete pleasure, so she continued humming softly as she ate you out.

she devoured you like a woman starved, lapped and groaned as if she hadn’t eaten in days and you were a desert oasis. her hands gripped your hips, pulling your pussy as close as possible to her mouth. like this was a privilege she’d never again be able to afford.

you built up to your high quickly, thighs clenching tightly around her head. “b-billie, i’m gonna—”

you whined when she pulled away, looking down at her in betrayal. her face was coated in you from the nose down. she only licked her lips, not bothering to wipe the rest of it off.

“not yet,” she said lowly. she managed to look away from your pussy, despite how much she just wanted to dive in and stay there the rest of the night. “i’m gonna go get the strap, alright?”

your eyes widened and you nodded, unable to formulate words. you hadn’t been able to feel the strap for months now, your rare and short meetings with her between shows, and business meetings were short lived, only able to kiss for barely a minute before someone barged in.

she pressed a kiss to your knee and got up, a bright smile on her face that didn’t match how much she was about to wreck you. she disappeared into the studio’s door, probably rummaging frantically in the closet and box where all the toys were. you closed your eyes, trying not to touch yourself at the thought of her.

“fuck, you’re so beautiful,” billie breathed from above you. you opened your eyes, crossing them when you saw the dildo fastened to billie’s hips. you leaned down and pressed a kiss to the plastic tip, making billie gasp.

“you wanna suck it?” she asked. you just nodded eagerly and opened your mouth. you wanted to feel it in every way possible after being away from her so long. she held it by the base and fed it to you, your lips wrapping around the plastic.

“good girl,” she praised, watching intently as you took whatever you could into your mouth, which wasn’t much, “you can take more can’t you angel?” she said, gripping the back of your head and making you gag against the dildo, “breathe from your nose, don’t— don’t panic baby.” she said.

you felt yourself leak onto the desk as she praised you, you sucked it a little longer, until the desire was too much and you pulled away, panting. she was panting as well, having thoroughly enjoyed the show you just put on for her.

“you wanna ride me?” she asked, knowing what your answer would be.

you nodded eagerly, practically drenched at the idea. “alright, baby,” she said, grabbing your waist and moving you aside for a second. she laid back on her chair, breathing heavily, the dildo jutting out from her hips standing tall.

she pulled you into her lap and looked up at you, naked, and needy, she pinched your nipples, making you gasp. “sit on it,” she commanded, her voice dark. it took you a moment to realize what she meant, your mind hazy, but you lifted your hips and centered yourself above the dildo. you let the tip prod your entrance before lowering your hips, moaning as you sunk down on it. you lowered them slowly, feeling yourself being stretched out.

“good fucking girl.” billie groaned. her movements on your nipples stopped, distracted by the sight of you taking her. she put her hands down on your thighs instead, squeezing as you slowly took more of her inside.

“bill— billie,” you moaned, bracing yourself on her clothed chest. you finally took all of her, squeaking in pleasure when she slapped your ass gently.

“fuckin’ look at yourself, messy on my lap. and who was trying to act bossy a few minutes ago hm?” she said, as if she hadn’t begged to eat you out.

you looked at the mirror behind her, she positioned you where you could see yourself on it, “see how— see how fuckin’ pretty you look.” she breathed as you started moving your hips up and down, slowly. “say it. tell me you’re pretty.”

you looked down at her and she slapped your ass, making you yelp. “i-i’m pretty!” she nodded her head in satisfaction. “that’s right. watch yourself.” you kept watching yourself, riding her cock faster as the pleasure of it increased. she thumbed your clit, rubbing it as she kept praising you under her breath. you rode her until your thighs burned with the exertion.

“you’re gorgeous,” she said as she started thrusting her hips upwards, helping you ride her. she looked down, watching the dildo go in and out of you. “your pussy too. so perfect.”

you bit your lip, stifling a moan. watching yourself riding her like that was embarrassing, but you didn’t wanna disappoint billie. and, truthfully, it turned you on.

you rolled your hips, and billie was halfway down the chair, practically sliding off of it, she was laid back, with her hands behind her head looking down to see her dick sliding in and out of you.

“getting tired angel? didn’t even do anythin’ yet. you don’t appreciate my efforts.” she said sitting up and holding you from under your thighs, sitting up from her chair. you yelped, wrapping your arms around her neck and not wanting to fall on the cold floor. billie would never drop you though, even though she teased it.

she didn’t pull out yet, just walked to your shared bedroom, still inside you, “billie.” you whimper, grinding softly on her.

“impatient too.” she mumbled putting you down on the bed, “can’t help it,” you gasp as she turned you around, positioning you so you could see yourself in the bedroom mirror.

“wanna’ fuck you from the back,” she mumbled, and took your hips, dragged you closer to her pelvis and you could feel the tip of her cock to your entrance, “you want this angel?” she asked, and you had your head laid down on the bed, nodding, “we can’t have that.” she took you by the hair gently and guided you so you could see.

“see? you can still see me, just in the mirror, kay’?” she smiled, and you bit your lip, as she took the dildo and prodded it at your entrance, sliding it in and filling you up, once she saw that you were still biting your lip, she took her left hand and put her index, and middle finger in your mouth, “fuckin’ look at yourself.” she groaned, you did, you saw the way your brows furrowed and the spit going down your chin, with billie’s fingers in your mouth.

“you like it? you like getting fucked like a good girl?” she asked in-between pants. your face told her all she needed to know, flushed and scrunched up from the pleasure.

your moans got more intense in volume, and she continued her exact pace, wanting to make you cum soon. “you gonna cum, baby?”

you nodded as best you could with her hand still in your hair, crying out her name. she held her pace, starting to sweat from exertion before she could tell you were incredibly close from the way your legs shook.

“come for me. come on my dick.”

you practically screamed, immediately obeying her. your eyes closed tightly, clenching around her dick as she slowed down her pace to let you ride it out. you swore you had seen a glimpse of heaven, your orgasm feeling like it lasted for centuries. finally, though, you collapsed on the bed, completely spent and breathing heavily.

she kept herself inside you as you recovered, waiting to be told what to do. “pull out, please,” you said after a moment. she pulled out slowly, holding your waist with one arm as she used her free hand to take the strap off.

when it was off, she brought you closer, keeping you against her chest as you cuddled up to her. she ran her calloused fingertips over your shoulders and your back, soothing you. your mind felt clear enough after a couple minutes, not feeling so tired anymore.

“this would’ve happened sooner if you weren’t so busy.”

[heartsforkatsuki]

loser monologue. ｡°✩ k.bakugo

pov ; katsuki hopelessly yearns for you

pairings ; katsuki bakugo x GN!reader

tags ; yearning depressed bakugo, so much angst, hurt no comfort, hurt, so much hurt, not really a happy ending.

also bakugo started writing as a coping mechanism

song ; loser monologue by signs crushes motorist listen to it pls it’s important

it’s been officially a year after you and katsuki broke up now, and you were officially moved on.

6 months ago, you started dating a new guy, yo shindo.

today, though, katsuki still dreaded every day he had to wake up without you.

when he woke up, the first thing he did was check his calendar, and when he saw the date, he rolled right onto his back and stared at the ceiling, blinking his tears back.

to top it off, he didn’t have work today. which meant no distractions. he couldn’t help his cravings.

he spent the morning staring at old candid pictures he’d take of you, some of them pictures you’d never even seen.

smiling softly at old pictures of you two in a cafe together, and his stomach dropping when he sees that loving look in your eye that is now forlorn.

he couldn’t help but daydream and fantasize about how your skin would feel against his again.

how perfectly you fit in his arms when he held you, like you two were the final attaching pieces in a puzzle.

how smooth your skin would feel when he’s trace circles on it, how his hands fit perfectly on your bare hips.

just breathing your scent one more time would be enough.

he knows it’ll never happen, but he can’t stop himself from dreaming.

he thinks about you for hours , until his stomach makes its final drop when he realizes he’s spent the past four hours dreaming of things that wont ever, ever happen.

so he writes,

you’re so beautiful , and funny. everytime i see your picture or name, my stomach flips and i get butterflies.

he’ll play your voice notes and videos of you on repeat, goosebumps rising all over him when he hears your voice say his name.

he’s tried, so hard, to not look at you, to delete the pictures, to block your number even though you don’t text.

but he can’t , he can’t stop how he feels.

he doesn’t know how long he’s gonna feel like this, but he knows it won’t end anytime soon.

when he sees you posting with your new boyfriend, it makes him sick to his stomach.

today, of all days, you have a monthly anniversary with him. of course.

any other guy would’ve lost interest, stopped loving. but not katsuki.

it just makes him miss you more.

if you knew how i really felt i wouldn’t be writing this shit right now. you’d understand how much you mean to me.

he wasn’t lying. you meant everything to him, but he lost everything when you left.

he wished you’d pine like he did, staring at pictures, unable to move on. but he knows you don’t.

he wishes he could be with you, feeling the warmth of your skin next to his, seeing you smile when he teases you.

he misses the feeling of twirling your hair in his fingers , seeing it shine as the sun hit you and made you glow.

to talk, touch, laugh, make out , anything. i’ll take anything if it comes from you.

[acosmicbee]

A suggestion because I think you could do it well

How about…

1. A caregiver android that took care of you as a kid but now you’re getting ready to go to college and move into your new apartment, and you come across them in the basement and decide to take them with you for old times sake. They can clean and cook and… baby you? Huh?

2. The 3rd chapter of the hot streamer milf with the kid actually trying to bond with and get comfortable with her. Maybe they finally have a conversation bc the kid doesn’t want to be stuck in a cabin for the rest of their life but the mom tells them that they don’t want that either, it’s just for now.

3. A sickly and neglected noble child ignored by parents gets a new governess

New Teacher

Thanks so much for the ideas! Number 3 was speaking to me so here we go!

You hated being stuck inside all the time. Any time you had the strength to, you'd sneak from your room and make your way to the gardens. It gave the maids and butlers a heart attack every time they went to check on you and your room was empty.

The fresh air made you feel a little better. You would walk, barefoot, in the dewy grass, letting the wind blow through your hair. Sometimes you'd sit in the gazebo out back and watch the little stream flow by. Sometimes you'd lie on the grass by the pond the stream fed into, watching the ducks swim.

You had no responsibilities, unlike your siblings. Then again, most days you could barely get out of bed. You'd be fevered and sweaty and the family doctor would have to come by again to feed you medicine.

You were left alone a lot, which was a little depressing. Your parents wouldn't visit and you only saw them on your better days when you could join the family for a meal. Your siblings would sometimes stop by to bring you a gift from their travels or read you a book. But most of the time, it was just you and your bed and the maids and butlers.

It was another bad day. You were curled up in your bed, feverish and sweaty. You felt cold, curled under your blankets, but you knew you were burning up from the constant cool towel being placed on your forehead. You'd been sickly for so long that your care was routine now and no longer came with panic and fear.

The maids and butlers had long since learned that notifying your parents every time you found yourself on bedrest again did nothing. They wouldn't visit you, citing more important duties as duke and duchess that needed their attention.

It was normal for the new maids to be sent to attend to you during your sick periods, that way they could learn quickly how to help you. It was why you didn't question waking up to an unfamiliar face. A woman was gently shushing you as she moved you over to a plush chair by the fireplace.

You shut your eyes for a second, realizing the maids were changing your bedspread to a clean one. Hands that felt blissfully cold also helped change you into a clean pair of pajamas before you were placed back into soft sheets. The same woman was there at your bedside, quickly replacing the cool cloth on your forehead and gently running a hand through your hair as you drifted off again.

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It was morning this time, you vaguely noted as you woke up again. Clearly hours had past while you slept, something common when you were feverish. Your fever had broken at some point and, while you still didn't feel amazing, you felt better than you had been.

Sitting at your bedside was a woman you didn't recognize, which was a little strange. She was reading a book, her blonde hair up in a braided bun, and she wasn't wearing a maid uniform. When she did eventually glance up at you she instantly smiled seeing you awake, shutting her book and placing it to the side.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Y/N! I am Roxanne, your governess." She cheerfully introduced herself. She seemed to study you for a second, her gaze never wavering. "You know, for someone never formally introduced to high society, you sure are quite the rumor. People have all sorts of crazy things to say about your existence and why you never accompany your parents and siblings to balls."

"It's because I'm sick a lot." You murmured, trying to sit up. Your whole body was sore and it took Roxanne propping you up against some pillows for you to stay upright. "Do people really talk about me? I'm surprised people know I exist at all..."

Roxanne's smile faltered for a second at your words, a near invisible crease forming on her forehead only to be immediately fixed. "Of course they know about you, silly. Although, some people don't think you exist at all. Lack of knowledge makes some people turn to strange answers to try and gain understanding."

A maid entered the room with a tray with some tea and medicine on it. It was only the newest attempt at curing you in a long line of failed pills and tonics. At least it mostly made you drowsy, some of the others had only worsened your condition until they wore off.

Once you'd taken the pill, washing it down with some honey sweetened tea, you were left alone again with Roxanne. When the sleepiness kicked in she helped you lay back down with a smile as she opened her book again.

"The first king of Berina was named Owen Lyonel Alexander IV. He established the kingdom when the land was still open fields and forests. As the kingdom grew he ruled with a fair hand, helping those in need and punishing those who disobeyed his laws." She read to you. She continued reading to you from the book until you eventually fell asleep again.

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"Y/N! For goodness sake let me know when you want to go outside! I practically had a heart attack when I saw your bed empty!" Roxanne scolded. You felt a little bad, but it was such a lovely day out and the fresh air helped you feel better. Besides, you thought after the months she'd been here that she would have learned by now that you were usually outside when not in bed.

You were lying in the grass, watching the ducks swim across the pond. The sun was warm, and you found some coverage under the shade of a large oak tree. The breeze was calm and soothingly cool. But you knew that if you'd asked someone they wouldn't have let you outside.

Not just because of your condition either. There'd been tension and whispers among the staff about some kind of unrest among the peasantry. Even the fenced off grounds were seen as 'too dangerous' for you to be in. But you weren't sure when the next time you'd be well enough to go out was so you snuck out anyway.

Roxanne sat down next to you, a book held close to her chest. She always seemed to have a book with her, but maybe that was just because she was a governess. "Either way, it's time for your lessons. I suppose it's fine for us to do our reading out here today as long as we head back inside before dusk."

You cuddled up to her, resting your head in her lap as she read. She was one of the only constant sources of comfort in your life. The only figure you would associate as motherly. There had always been a revolving door when it came to maids and butlers, people constantly quitting just to be replaced with someone else. But Roxanne seemed to always be there.

She would help you on your worst days, losing sleep to keep watch at your bedside. On your best days she'd join you in the garden, like she was doing today. She never neglected you when you wanted her, even when it was for something silly. You were too stubborn to admit it but almost anyone could see how you looked up to her.

"...for there, emerging from the crowd, came a man. He was large with a tricorn hat adorning his head, a feather tucked in it's brim. His voice was deep and cruel and... Y/N, are you even listening?" Roxanne asked, frowning down at you. You nodded, not wanting to have been caught zoning out. She just fondly sighed, ruffling your hair. "Mind grounded, sweetheart. Now, lets start over again so I can make sure you got it."

Laying there, listening to nature mixed with Roxanne's voice, everything felt perfect. But that perfection was about to start to shatter around you.

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"An entire duchy up in flames! Barely anything but ashes left once they got the fire out!" One maid whispered, anxiety lacing her voice.

"It wasn't the entire duchy, just the rich areas." A butler corrected. "When the mob first surrounded the duke's manor, they ordered for all the servants to leave. Then they burned it down."

You were crouched next to your bedroom door, your ear up to the slight crack between it and the floor. It was late, far past when you should've been asleep. Perhaps that was why a few maids and butlers had felt safe enough to have such a risky conversation.

"Well at least if the mob we get is similar, we'll be safe." A different maid said, scoffing a little. "You really think with the way the Duke and Duchess run this place they don't have people who hate them? Trust me, this place is probably next."

"Poor Y/N. Its not like their parents even spend time with them and now they've been doomed to die just by association." The butler said, sounding a little sorry for you. "Who knows? Maybe their sickness will kill them before the fire can."

"This conversation is wholly inappropriate!" Roxanne suddenly said out in the hallway. You could hear the anger in her voice. "Y/N will be fine. Everything will be fine. Now get back to work before I report anything I heard."

There was a scuffle as the three rushed off and you took that opportunity to dart back to your bed. You had just barely curled up under the blankets and closed your eyes when Roxanne slipped into your room.

She sat on the bed beside you, placing a hand on your forehead to check your temperature. Eventually she started gently carding her fingers through your hair. "Everything is fine. I'll keep you safe. Just... Just a little bit longer, okay? We're almost there..."

It sounded more like she was talking to herself than to you. Your mind was too busy spinning with the conversation you'd heard to process her slightly cryptic words. By the time you finally fell asleep she was still beside you, lost in thought as her fingers brushed through your hair.

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It happened at the worst possible time. It was late when you'd heard the panic that the manor was surrounded. You were once again bedridden with a fever, unable to do anything. You could hardly process what was going on around you.

Roxanne had carried you to her room as she packed her clothing. The order had already been given for all servants to leave the manor within an hour or face death for their loyalty. She'd wrapped you up in a blanket, and the second she finished packing you were cradled against her chest.

The few servants that seemed to notice what she was doing were more concerned with themselves and their families to care. She had her head held high as she pulled her trunk along with one hand, holding you with the other. When you finally made it to the gates and were stopped she was already prepared.

"My name is Roxanne Ardeca. I'm a maid for the duke and duchess." There was a murmur from the one questioning her to a different man. "My child is sick right now so apologies for shielding their face. All the smoke would only make them worse."

"Ardeca isn't a noble name." The man confirmed, only sparing your covered form a cursory glance. "You may proceed."

She shushed you when you let out a small whine, watching as the next servant in line was questioned. "You're alright Y/N. Shh, just rest. When we get to the carriage I'll make sure to have a cool towel prepared for you."

Your mind couldn't process the fact that there was no way Roxanne should have a carriage already waiting. Or that a lady of her standing shouldn't have the means to afford a private carriage. All you could do, as the fever pulled you back under, was watch as she walked away from your home. Watch as the people finally advanced and the manor went up in flames.

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"Roxanne." She scoffed as she finally stepped out of her carriage. Your fever had gone down a little, but not by much. She wasn't in the mood to deal with a prince right now and especially not this one.

"What do you want Hayden? I have a child to tend to." She said a little snappily. She effortlessly climbed from the carriage, a few maids and butlers grabbing her luggage and leading the horses away.

"Nothing, just wanted to congratulate you. You always do such fine work. Now that the entire country of Osentia is turning against their nobility Berina will finally be able to expand." He said with a grin, following her towards her manor. "Although, it does intrigue me that you seemed to find a little present for yourself while gathering intel."

She turned to him with a fierce glare. "If you even think about laying a hand on them I will kill you, prince or not."

Hayden grinned, a feral expression as he followed her to her door. A butler was already opening it for her as she stormed inside. "That's why I made you head of the royal guard. You have this fire inside of you."

"Is that why you send me away so much? Scared I'll burn down your castle too?" She asked, her expression softening when you stirred a little in her arms. She cooed at you, gently repositioning you to be more supported.

"I sent you to gather information because people tend to underestimate you. Finding yourself someone to fight for was just an added benefit. Either way, I'll let you retire for the night. I'll even prepare a gift for the new baby." He teased, stepping away. "Good night, Roxanne, Head of the Royal Guard of Berina."

The use of her full title just annoyed her more as she carried you to a bedroom beside her own. She carefully set you down, smiling when you tried to grip onto her. "Don't you worry honey, momma is right here. Momma isn't going anywhere."

By the time you recovered from your fever, your whole life would have changed. A new house, new country, new maids and butlers, a new garden to explore. The only constant, it seemed, was Roxanne. Only she had changed too, hadn't she? She wasn't just Roxanne, your governess, anymore. Now? She was Roxanne, your mother and head of the royal guard of Berina, and she was never letting you go.

[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

Twelve Days: Part 2^**

In days 5-8 Y/N confronts her sister about her behavior. The tension between Harry and Y/N starts to grow as they continue spending more time together after hours until it's just impossible not to address it. READ PART 1 HERE

Warnings: infidelity, break ups, mentions of depression and anxiety and their symptoms, mentions and use of alcohol and drugs, breast/ nipple play, dry humping

WC: 7.1K

Day Five:

When you woke up the following morning you were alone in the bed which definitely was for the best because you felt really guilty for the night before. Yeah, you hadn’t actually gone through with anything terrible, but you two had crossed a boundary that shouldn’t have been crossed. Maybe it was because you were both a little heartbroken over the things that you were going through personally, but ultimately, that didn’t really justify anything. 

Despite the very successful night of sleep you’d had, you felt a little unwell. Your stomach felt funky and your thoughts were going a hundred miles a minute. You didn’t want to get out of bed today even though you knew that a walk around the neighborhood would help you feel a little less gross, both physically and mentally. It seemed like a great day to just be lowkey and rot and then your door creaked open and you sat up to see your mom peering in.

“Sorry, I thought you’d still be asleep. Was just seeing if your sister had stayed with you or something.” She explained with a worried expression on her face.

“No. I was alone. All night.” You added with a nervous lump in your throat.

“Hmmm…did she say anything to you last night?”

“No. But she was out with Claudia, she’s not here?”

“Claudia is, but she said they came back together. She hasn’t responded to Harry.”

“Maybe she went out for a walk or a run. I saw her the other day when I went out.” You explained and she nodded and left.

The logical thing to assume was that she had spent the night with that guy she was sleeping with. Doing this on a family trip was a new low. Suddenly, you didn’t feel so bad for having the hots for Harry because she was out with another guy! That alone was enough to motivate you to get out of bed and you called your sister while you paced around your room back and forth waiting for her to pick up. 

“Hello?” She hummed happily and you sighed.

“Where are you? Everyone’s freaking out!” You whisper shouted, trying not to sound too angry with her because you technically weren’t supposed to know what was actually going on.

“I went to have breakfast with a friend! I left a note by the door!” She said and you sighed, “I’ll be back in like an hour tops.”

“Why didn’t you text Harry back then?”

“I didn’t want to text him and wake him. You guys did a lot yesterday and he was pretty tired. I got back late and slept in Claudia’s room.” She fibbed and you hummed.

“Well just…hurry back.”

“Yeah. Bye!” She said and hung up quickly. 

You got your slippers on and headed out to the kitchen where your mom was making coffee for everyone.

“She answered my call. She’s out at breakfast with a friend who’s also here, I guess.” You said and just like that, the crease between your mother’s brows was ironed out. 

“Oh, thank god.”

“She said she left a note by the door.” You said and your aunt hurried over and was soon back in sight with a piece of paper.

“I may have missed it in my panic!” Claudia chuckled and your dad rolled his eyes.

“Well, what do you guys want to eat?” Your mom asked.

“I don’t care, I just want some mimosas.” Harry said and headed to the fridge to get the champagne.

“Excellent idea!” Your dad exclaimed happily and you smiled and started heading back to your bedroom.

“Hey, where are you off to?” Harry asked.

“Just gonna wash up and get dressed.” You informed and he smiled and got back to his task. 

Despite her promise to return in an hour or so, your sister was not back until nearly two in the afternoon. Your parents were inside watching a movie with your aunt and you and Harry were pretending to play tennis. Pretending because you had no idea what you were doing, you were just winded from all the back and forth. It wasn’t as easy as it seemed. You and Harry were laughing about you accidentally hitting the ball over the fence when your sister came out to the back and towards the pool house. Suddenly the laughter died down and Harry headed towards you.

“I should go talk to her.” He said and you bit your lip for a second.

“Ummm…let me.” You said, “I can get her to tell me the truth and then talk a little sense into her.”

“You shouldn’t have to…”

“I know. But this is super fucked up and everyone’s all confused and she’s just going to yell at you, so let me try.”

“Alright.” He agreed and you nodded once before heading towards the pool house.

You did feel extremely nervous as you reached for the door handle but you had to talk some sense into her. It seemed that she was just over pretending to be happy and didn’t care how it all came out. However, you knew that your sister actually really cared for how she was outwardly perceived, so this was extremely out of character for her. As soon as she heard the front door open she sighed.

“Spare me the argument, Harry. He’s gone.” She called out as you rounded the corner.

“Who’s gone?” You asked and she quickly turned around from walking over to the bathroom.

“No one. Just a friend Harry’s jealous of.” She mumbled with a shake of her head.

“Mmm…some friend that must be because Harry’s not the jealous type.” You said as you sat on the corner of the bed. Showing her that you had no intention of leaving any time soon.

“And how would you know that?”

“Because I’ve known the guy for almost 10 years, Julie! It takes a lot to upset him. Him not being the jealous type was one of the things you really liked about him when you were dating. You told me about it many times.” You reminded her. “You’ve got everyone thrown for a loop with how you’ve been acting.”

“Oh my god…don’t make this a thing.”

“I’m not! This is very much a thing already. What is going on, huh?” You pressed and she sighed.

“Nothing, Y/N! Just mind your business.”

“What’s really going on?” You pressed and she groaned.

“You wouldn’t even understand so just stay out of it, Y/N!” she raised her voice.

“Try me.” You said simply and her anger seemed to dissipate and she just stood there for a second, genuinely giving it some thought. And then her eyes started welling up.

“I can’t.” She said and you frowned.

“Why not?” You questioned.

“Because you’re going to think so badly of me.” She said and you frowned.

“Jules, I’d never judge you.” You said sincerely and she sighed. “Look ummm…Harry, h-he told me about you.” You said carefully and her jaw dropped as her tears started to fall. She quickly sat beside you and started sobbing, so you pulled her into your side. It was strange for you but you wanted her to know that this mistake she had made wasn’t enough to make you not love her. Despite your slightly complicated relationship, she was important to you and you wanted nothing more than the best for her. “It’s okay…” you assured her. 

After she calmed down some, you grabbed her Stanley for her and let her drink a bit as you grabbed some toilet paper so that she could blow her nose. She let out a long exhale and then let herself fall back onto the mattress.

“I’m a major demisexual and I’m in love with someone else and yes, I’ve been…having an affair with him.” She confessed.

“For how long?” You asked.

“There’s been three separate times.” She explained, “The first time Harry and I had been dating a few months and ummm…it happened after a work party and it went on for about a month. It ended because Harry caught us a friend’s wedding and he dumped me for a few days for it. Then again, right after Harry and I got engaged.” You frowned as you heard this, “And that one lasted like four months.” She explained and your jaw slightly dropped upon hearing this. “I know…and it just…it fucked me up! I started to doubt and was sort of on the fence until we were like three months away from the wedding! I just, I was trying to find the courage to end it with Harry.” she cried and you nodded as you listened, “And then it was the month before the wedding and I missed my period.” Julie explained and you nodded. “By that point Joey and I hadn’t seen each other for three months! Because he had given me an ultimatum and that’s what made me decide to leave Harry. But yeah, then that happened and I just…felt like it was a sign to stay.” She shrugged.

“So…what happened with that?” You asked carefully.

“Nothing. I mean, I was just late. Probably stress from the wedding and the decision I was making with Harry…and I think I had started on birth control a few weeks prior, so yeah, it was just late. But I still took that as a sign, you know and I stayed with Harry. I didn’t talk to Joey all this time until last year. I decided that maybe being friends on social media would be alright after all those years. Like we were such good friends and I did miss that. But obviously, that was a slippery slope and here we are… and I mean, I’ve loved him all this time. But I’ve also loved Harry enough to stay. But then when Joey and I started talking again that love for Harry was gone.” She said sadly. She brought her hands up to her face and groaned into them. “I’m such a horrible human being! I’m a piece of shit!” 

“You’re not, Jules. You did a horrible and shitty thing, but you’re not that.” You assured her. “If you don’t love Harry anymore then why don’t you just get divorced?” You asked.

“This is what I hate myself for most!” She cried. “I just know that…leaving Harry is not the best option for me. Joey is flighty and kind of a fuck boy! But he still cares about me. So then I think if I show him that I am that committed to him he won’t be so afraid of trying with me for real.” She explained and you wanted to laugh. That was maybe the most delusional thing you had ever heard in your life. You felt so bad for her.

“I know how fucking delusional that makes me sound! Trust me, I know! That’s why I haven’t left Harry. Because logic is completely out the window right now! And I mean, m-maybe with time I’ll fall for Harry again? I mean, I did once before…” she explained as the tears streamed down her face.

“I’m sorry.” You said lowly. 

“Don’t be…I did this to myself.” She sniffled. “And now I’m dragging one of the best persons in the world down with me.” She whimpered before she started to cry again. “I know I’m being selfish but I’m so scared!” She broke down again and you pouted. 

“I know how scary it is to be alone, but you’re going to punish Harry for it and I don’t need to tell you how unfair that is. You get both things and he gets nothing? I mean, you both deserve the chance to be with people that make you happy.” You reasoned.

“Yeah…I know.” She whimpered before letting out another sob.

She continued crying for several more minutes before she had calmed down. You were gently rubbing her back as she was turned away from you. You could sense her shame, is was so great that it was suffocating the both of you. 

“Look, I think you need to have a nice relaxing shower. Wash the day away, yeah? And I can make you a really great cocktail and then we can watch Mean Girls.” You suggested and she rolled over and gave you a confused look.

“That’s not a Christmas movie!” She exclaimed. Your family also had a rule that during the Christmas season you could only watch Christmas movies with another member of the family.

“I’m talking about the real, iconic version. Like it’s not entirely Christmas-y but it does contain one of the most iconic Christmas scenes in cinematic history and that alone makes it Christmas-y enough!” You defended and she smirked.

“You’re right. Love that movie.” She hummed and you smiled.

“I know.” You responded.

“Well, it sounds like a plan.” She said with a smile.

“Alright.” You confirmed. 

“On your way out can you send Harry in? I should apologize.” She decided and you nodded and got up to go. 

Harry was sitting on one of the pool chairs when you emerged from the pool house and he instantly sat up and glanced around to see you approaching. He looked a little nervous and you offered a small smile to reassure him some.

“She told me the truth.” You said and he looked surprised, “I know. And ummm, she asked if you’d give her a few, she wants to apologize.” You said and his features softened.

“Yeah, of course.” He said and immediately sat up.

“Good luck in there.”

“Thank you.” He smiled as you went your separate ways. Despite how badly you wanted to eaves drop in hopes for some indication of how the supposed apology was going, when you got to your bedroom you decided to have a shower instead. 

By the time you were out and making the cocktails, Harry was also arriving at the kitchen from his bedroom, freshly showered.

“Can you add a bit more f’me? I’m gonna watch the film with you two.”

“Oh, sure!” You agreed easily. “So it’s good with you guys?”

“Yeah, we’re good.” He assured and you were pleased with that.

And truly, for the rest of the day everything was great. It honestly felt like the tension between them that you’d sensed this entire time had evaporated and you hoped that it would stay that way for the remainder of the trip.

Day Six: 

It had been a really fun day with your family. You’d decided to go to the outlets, and on the way back stopped at the casino where you’d actually won nearly $1,200, just your luck. And then had an excellent dinner with everyone before you got back to the house. Despite your busy and exciting day, you found yourself staring up at the ceiling. To be fair it was only around 10pm, but you’d had a very long day. And then, the sound of a few quiet knocks on the door made you smile.

“Yeah?” You spoke up and Harry peeked into the bedroom with a smile on his face as well.

“Can’t sleep?”

“No.” You mumbled. “Come in.” You said and he hurried in and closed the door quietly.“Wanna smoke a bit?” You asked and he nodded.

“Yes, please.” He hummed with zeal and you chuckled as you got out of bed. You tended to get hot in bed, so you always wore something more revealing on top and some long bottoms. It was currently cool in the room though and the thin, baby blue tank you were wearing was leaving nothing to the imagination, so it was no surprise that Harry did a double take before quickly looking down at his phone.

“I’m gonna grab a sweater, s’cold out. Can you grab the weed? There’s a little black bag from the dispensary in the bedside drawer.” You instructed and he nodded. You hurried into your closet and grabbed the first one you saw and grabbed your lighter from your purse as you hurried out. And soon you and Harry were positioning the chairs so that the edge of the roof didn’t obstruct the view of the starry sky. 

“Just pick what you want.” You said and he started looking through the bag and pulled out a more indica heavy blend. “Ooh, good choice. But we’ll definitely need snacks. And water.” You said and he grinned. 

You made a quick trip to the kitchen and grabbed some cereal and milk because you figured that it would satiate the munchies and also hydrate you to counteract the cottonmouth. And with that settled you were finally passing the joint back and forth and staring up at the sky. You had been talking about TV shows and things you’d read, music you were into at the moment, it was really nice and comfortable with him. And after a moment of silence Harry turned to you.

“I have to ask…” he said and you turned to look at him and nodded, “Ummm, the day when you…walked in on me?” He asked and you nodded nervously, “Did you see everything?” He asked and your groaned and looked away bashfully and he chuckled. “No point in lying about it…” he said and you turned back, face beet red as you faced him.

“I didn’t. I promise!” You insisted.

“Okay…” he hummed, still in slight disbelief. 

“It’s true!” You pressed once more.

“I’m just teasing you.” He grinned.

“Well stop, it’s making me feel bad all over again!” You chuckled and he chuckled along with you.

“Don’t feel bad. I understand the curiosity just gets you sometimes.” He said and you hummed and shrugged in agreement. 

“So…what’s next for you. I-if you guys end things?”

“I don’t know…I’ve been approached about a tenure track opening at the university and I’m trying to decide if it’s worth it.” He said and you nodded in agreement.

“I know I could go back home…work at my alma mater…be closer to my family…”

“But?”

“In a way, going back would feel like defeat. Like I just wasted all of this time.” He said and you felt sad for him as he confessed this.

“Well, you got offered a tenure track position! Clearly you haven’t been wasting your time.” You encouraged him and he smiled.

“That’s true…”

“But I mean, if you decide to go back then at least you’ll be closer to your family.” You said with a smile.

“Well, my family is kind of a mess so…things are better with us when we have some distance between us. That’s why coming here was an idea to begin with” He explained.

“Oh, I didn’t know that. Sorry.” You said.

“It’s alright.” He assured you. “Let’s talk about you… I know you’re a caring person but you’re just deflecting at this point.” he said and you smiled a bit and shrugged.

“It’s just…when I think about it I still get really sad.” You explained, with a sad smile on your face and his gaze softened.

“I saw the depression meds in the drawer. You know, you really shouldn’t smoke while you take them. You could get serotonin syndrome.” He said with concern.

“Oh, I haven’t started them. I was supposed to a few weeks ago and well, I had brought them to start on Sunday but I forgot.” You explained.

“Why haven’t you started them?”

“I don’t know…not any good enough reasons though.” You shrugged.

“Like?” He pressed and you sighed and just straightened out and looked at the beautifully starry sky. You hadn’t seen that many stars in a long time.

“My pride…” you chuckled dryly and he sputtered out a laugh as he tried to keep quiet.

“Okay…in what way?”

“Just in the most obvious way…like this person affected me so much that it broke my mind and unbalanced by brain!” You whisper shouted and then sat up straight and brought the joint to your mouth and took a small hit before blowing out the smoke. “How could I let someone hold so much power over me?!” You chuckled in disbelief as your eyes welled up with tears and handed over the joint.

“This is not your fault. You loved and trusted, that’s not wrong.” He reassured you and you sighed. You watched him take a hit and then sighed.

“You’re right. But I still feel weak for it, you know? So ummm…yeah, not taking those meds yet and still surviving and finding joy every now and again, it makes me feel a little bit better.” You confessed.

“And you feel alright?”

“Yeah and getting better too. Slowly but surely.”

“Okay. Promise you’ll take them when you start to plateau.” He requested as he handed back the dwindling joint.

“Promise.” You assured before taking the last hit and then smashing it against the ashtray to completely extinguish it. “Should we put something on and eat our cereal?”

“Yeah, lets do it.” He agreed and you smiled.

Before you knew it, the both of you were reclining against the headboard with your cereal bowls and watching SNL highlights.

Day Seven:

Once again, you had woken up alone. You had gone on your walk and when you returned Harry and Julie were already in the kitchen.

“Great, you’re back! Guess what!?” Harry exclaimed.

“What?” You asked as you put your AirPods back into their case.

“Save Ferris has a show at Pappy and Harriet’s tonight!” 

“Oh, no way?!” You gasped in disbelief and your sister turned to you.

“You know who that is?” She asked and you nodded.

“I had a ska phase in high school.” You shrugged and she knocked her head back and laughed.

“Oh, right! God… glad you got through that.” She said and you flipped her off as you started to head to your room to shower. “So what? Do you want to go?” Julie asked and you stopped and turned towards her and then glanced to Harry who was smiling expectantly.

“Ummm…yeah! I’d like that actually.” You confirmed.

“Perfect! We’ll get the tickets, don’t worry about it. Merry Christmas.” She said to you and you smiled, “And well, I’m just going to get drunk because I don’t know what the fuck that band is.” She added and you chuckled.

“Well I think you’re going to have fun. And this is like a huge dream come true for me because I never thought I’d ever get to see them!” You said excitedly and she chuckled, “Thank you! I love you.” You said pointedly and then hurried off to shower.

All day the anticipation for this show was building up and building up. By the time you were leaving the house Julie was already tipsy. You were driving since they had paid, it was the least you could do, and you were actually glad you had driven, it was a nice distraction from just wanting to talk to Harry about anything and everything while your sister just laughed at TikTok’s in the backseat. You were also kinda worried that she might make herself car sick, especially as you started going up the winding roads to Pioneer Town.

You guys had intentionally arrived early to take a walk through the historical little western town. You looked through a few shops and then made your way to the saloon next door to the venue and had some tacos while you guys drank and chatted until it was time to make the short walk back to the venue. You guys waited in the merch line for a bit before heading over to the outdoor stage area and finding a spot to stand. Despite this not being a genre that your sister enjoyed, she was having a pretty decent time. And you and Harry had enjoyed the opener and also Save Ferris. You guys were bopping along and singing the songs. Your sister had a few more drinks during the show and by the the time it was all over she was draped around you as you guys headed to your car. 

“Want me to drive?” Harry asked as he opened the back right door to help you get Julie inside.

“I’m alright.” You assured him. Your sister groaned as she dropped down onto the seat. “Jules, seatbelt on please.” You said and she hummed.

“M’going, m’going…” she slurred. Once she was all strapped in you and Harry got settled in and you were making the drive back. It had only been a few minutes before you heard your sister slightly snoring from the back.

“Did she pass out?” You asked Harry and he glanced back and smiled.

“Yeah, she’s out.” He confirmed and you chuckled.

“Thanks for mentioning this show. It was super fun.” You smiled at Harry quickly before turning back to the road.

“I’m glad you had fun. You deserve it!” Harry explained with a smile, “Also, are you generally this great to go to shows with?” He asked and you giggled.

“I don’t know…I guess?”

“It’s just so nice to be present isn't it?” He asked and you nodded.

“Definitely. I get what you mean.” You agreed, “But specially here. It’s such an intimate venue. We couldn’t haven’t seen Save Ferris in a better place.” You gushed and he nodded with a wide smile. 

The rest of the way you guys were exchanging brief but charged glances. Even if you were just talking about the show and music, the air between you two was once again tense and you finally got a break from it when you arrived. You were giggling as you tried to get Julie inside as quietly as possible on your own since Harry had to pee. While you struggled with the task at hand, you had eventually made it to the pool house. She trudged in and just dropped herself on the bed and you chuckled before letting her be. When you returned to the main house Harry was in the kitchen, grabbing himself a glass of water.

“Want one?” He asked and you nodded.

“Please.” You confirmed and he handed the glass over to you before grabbing another for himself. You quickly drank it down and washed it before setting it back on the drying rack and then asking for his glass and washing his as well.

“Thanks.”

“Of course.” You hummed.

Moments later you were both walking down the dark hallway to get to your bedrooms. When you reached his door you stopped and he turned towards you.

“I also wanted to say that you look very pretty tonight.” He said softly and you smiled.

“Well thank you.” You responded bashfully.

“Of course.” He smiled nervously. You both looked at each other for a moment, the tension from before was rising between you again.

“Ummm, well…I should get to bed. Thank you again for finding this. I really did have the best time. I needed it.” You stated with a genuine smile as your gaze met his own. It lingered for a few more seconds before you felt all bashful again and you blinked away quickly. “Anyway, good night!” You chirped softly before he bid you a good night and you hurried into your room. 

You got changed and got ready for bed, but before you could get into it you felt a funny tug in your tummy. Yes, you had spent a whole afternoon basically with Harry, but having him in your room at night, it helped you sleep through the whole night. Which as you’d mentioned to him before, was a current struggle of yours. And more than that, you liked the warmth of him beside you. You loved how deep and raspy his voice got as you spoke late into the night. You liked that one of your pillows smelled like him from how much of a habit it had become to have him come see you and you were working up the guts to go ask him. You hurried to your bedroom door and swung it open only to see Harry already a few steps away from your door. 

“Hi.” He smiled as he came closer.

“Hi.” You smiled up at him as he stood before you. “Wanna come in?” 

“Yeah.” He smiled and stepped inside. 

Before long you were propped up on the pillows side by side, TV on some old reruns. You were barely paying attention because you were using all of your will power to try and not turn to face him. If you did, surely you’d lose all self-control and do something stupid like lean over to kiss him. Already, the warmth coming off of him was enough to make you want to close the small gap between the two of you. But then, from your peripherals you saw him steal a glance quickly. Your heart started to race, you were buzzing from head to toe as you debated whether to glance over as well. Your heart won that battle as you turned towards him and he smiled slightly.

“What?” You asked and he shrugged.

“Nothing just…we get along too well.” He shrugged and you smiled.

“Too well?” You asked and he hummed. “Maybe our personal situations are influencing a lot of the…vibes, you know?” You asked.

“Why do you say that?” He asked.

“Because, we’ve both been a bit neglected and disappointed by the people we loved. Like…for lack of better terms I think we’re both a little…thirsty.” You said as you giggled away the nerves and he smirked.

“Yeah…That’s true.” He verified.

“And well, then with like the underlying sadness, sometimes you just aren’t thinking all that clearly about things that you’d normally just… push aside.”

“Like what?” He pressed and you sighed.

“Like why we suddenly have the hots for each other!” You whisper shouted and he chuckled. “Like I’m suddenly very aware of you.” You explained.

“I think that was from seeing me half naked.” He said and you groaned in embarrassment as you let yourself fall onto your pillows. “Hey, hey…” Harry giggled as he turned onto his side to face you, “I’m teasing you.” He assured as he glanced down at you.

“I know, but still not my finest moment.” You reminded him with a playful roll of your eyes. But then he reached for your face and tucked your hair behind your ear. 

“I almost kissed you the other day, which…is equally as bad so I’d say we’re both on thin ice. And well, it’s not like I don’t want to now or something…Like I know that no one would find out about it-”

“What if they do somehow?” You asked nervously.

“They won’t. But if they did, it’s not like I was gonna be around you guys for much longer any way, with the divorce an all…” he said with a small shrug.

“So you’re going to get divorced?” You asked and he nodded.

“Yeah. Gonna get it going when we get back home.” He said and you nodded. 

Your eye contact with him didn’t waiver for another few seconds and before you knew it, you were both leaning in slowly. He exhaled shakily before you finished closing the gap between your lips. It was just a small and quick touch of your lips together before you both pulled away. Your noses were nearly touching as you just hovered near each other for a few seconds. But from one second to the next, his will power snapped and he was kissing you again gently. Over and over, in quick little pecks, lips smearing together for seconds at a time, both too scared to kiss with a bit more fervor as to not find out just how far it could go. But like he said, no would find out…

“Fuck it then.” You whispered as you reached around his neck and he pulled you in closer by the waist. Your kiss deepened quickly, you moaned at the taste of his mouth, feeling his tongue smooth over your own and for his teeth to nibble at your bottom lip… you were reeling. Falling blissfully into a state of non-worry as you sunk into the delicious mattress and were blanketed by Harry’s warmth and weight over you. His constant squeeze at your hip was telling you that his body was screaming to do more with his hands, but he was trying not to do too much. You pulled away from the kiss quickly, smiling as he chased after your lips, “Just wanna tell you that you can…” you trailed off as he smooched over your lips quickly, “Y-you can touch me more.” 

As soon as you gave him the green light he slid his warm hand down the side of your thigh and to the underside where he hoisted it up around his own hip. Then he smoothed his hand back up your thigh, then up your waist, but from under your shirt. And slowly, he covered more skin until he was sliding his big, warm palm over your breast. You moaned as he gave it a gentle squeeze. The curiosity with which he was feeling you out was reminiscent of a very early sexual experience you had with some guy at a birthday party in the 8th grade, with all that seven minutes in heaven shit. 

“So you’re a boobs guy…” you giggled as he swiped his thumb over your hardening nipple.

“Definitely a boobs guy.” He mumbled into your lips before kissing you a few more times. “Can I take your shirt off?” He asked and you bit your lip as you weighed out your options. But who were you kidding, the thought of having those same lips all over your breasts had you slicking up your underwear even more than they already were. 

“Yeah.” You consented verbally and you sat up as he helped pull your body free from the shirt and then dropped it on an empty part of the bed. 

Harry’s warm, smooth lips started to kiss down your jaw, nibbling a few times on his way down to the column of your neck. You held in your giggles from his stubble tickling your sensitive skin. He had both of his hands on your breasts now as he sat over you, he was teasing your nipples, being so light and airy with his touches, it had you squirming. You knew he’d get there soon, but soon wasn’t happening as fast as you wanted.

“Please!” You whimpered and he glanced up at you and smirked.

“I’m going.” He assured you and he lowered himself until he was face level with your breasts.

He wasted no time in parting his lips and sucking your nipple between them. You whimpered and wove your fingers into his hair. He sucked harder and you gripped at his hair harder. His other hand kneaded over your other breast as you writhed beneath him. And as you wiggled around trying to part your legs to wrap around him, he pulled one out from under him and lowered his hips a bit as you ground up and that’s when you felt the bulge in his pants. He was so fucking hard.

“Fuck.” He sighed as he kissed back up your neck and finally back at your lips as he started to grind his cock against you. One of your hands slid up his arm, feeling at his bulging muscles. The other slid down to his backside, encouraging him to keep going. It wasn’t so much the feeling of the dry hump as it was the desperation that existed between you two. It would feel wrong to fuck so quickly, but you wanted to so badly that you were both willing to settle for this. It was a little bit sick and a lot pathetic, a true reflection of you two as you made out sloppily while rubbing fronts. 

You’d been struggling with your sex drive since the depression and you really hadn’t needed to be in tune with it, seeing as you had planned to steer clear of anything with another person for the foreseeable future. But now here you were, wetter than you’d been in months, feeling the fabric of your underwear clinging to the skin of your pussy. You needed more if you were going to come and you really, really wanted to come. 

“Harry…Harry…” you mumbled against his lips, “Take these off.” you panted as you tugged at the band of his pants and boxer briefs.

“Sure?” He asked and you nodded.

“It’ll be easier to come like that.” You said and he smiled. “What?”

“I just…hadn’t really thought about that, I was just kinda happy to be here.” He chuckled and you giggled.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to. I just got a little carried away, s’been a while.” You explained.

“For me too. I want to…I just want to make sure, you know?” 

“Well, thank you for making sure.” You whispered and he smiled down at you before kissing you again. You two struggled for a bit as he tried to get his pants off without stopping the kisses, but eventually you had to and you watched as he knelt up onto the bed. His cock was so fucking pretty, it made you salivate. He wasn’t shaved clean but he was definitely trimmed. You also wanted to get his balls in your mouth and make him squirm with pleasure. You also started to get your pants off and he helped you pull them off of your legs. Your underwear matched with the sleep tank you had on, a nice baby blue color, but they did nothing to hide how fucking wet you were. 

After tearing off his shirt, Harry had your legs spread, holding you down by the backs of the thighs as he slid his cock over your clothed crease. Back and forth, over and over, the head of his cock was colliding with your clit. His foreskin was starting to pull back to reveal his tip, meaning that despite how hard he already felt to you, he had more to go. You were trying to keep your sounds at a minimum, but you were starting to get close to the edge. The steady pace Harry was going at, plus the weight and warmth of his cock gliding over you and between your sticky pussy lips were all pushing you to fall apart quickly.

“You’re gonna make me come so hard…” you moaned and he groaned and kissed you.

“Good, baby. Come for me.” He mumbled against your lips and you nodded. You were inhaling his exhales as you kissed sloppily. You could feel your legs starting to tense up and your walls starting to tighten inside of you as the pleasure started to become more concentrated in the pit of your core. It was so hot and tingly and lovely, it was starting to ache, you could feel your slick starting to pump out of your needy little hole. If Harry decided to try put it in you’d let him do it. Just processing that thought and how possible it was had your orgasm overcoming you. Your breath hitched and your whole body went stiff for a second before the pleasure just exploded. A gratifying moan slipped past your lips and Harry was quick to cover your mouth, chuckling lowly as you got lost in the pleasure of the orgasm. He watched your breasts bounce and jiggle beautifully as your body rolled gently with the waves of your orgasm. You were gripping the sheets so tight that your fingers slightly ached but it just felt so good. Even as he kept going, you welcomed the sensitivity. He pulled his hand from your mouth and reached for one of your boobs again before glancing down at his cock all slicked up with your slick and cum.

“Fuck I’m gonna come!” Harry mumbled and you bit your lip in anticipation. Opposite of what you expected, he slowed his pace and then grabbed the crotch of your panties and pulling it to the side. He moaned as he saw your whole pussy and then laid his cock over it again a few times and then very intentionally, he pressed against your entrance, it was making you tremble. “Fuck…gonna let me come all over your pussy?” He asked as he looked up at you and you nodded, mouth agape, eyes nearly closed from the insurmountable waves of lust.

“Please, need it so bad.” You encouraged his orgasm. And moments later he was groaning lowly as you felt his thick, warm load start to spill all over your pussy. His slow ruts against you were making you melt and you propped your self up on your elbows to see the mess he was making against you. “Do you always cum that much? Fuck…” you chuckled as you glanced up at him and he just smirked at you as he came to a slow stop.

“Do you feel bad?” He asked and you shook your head.

“Not yet at least…” you added and he nodded.

“Okay, me either.” He assured you. “Just wanted to check before I kissed you again.”

“Oh, okay.” You whispered as he leaned in and kissed you slowly again.

Eventually you got cleaned up and back into bed with him. You knew that you would wake up alone, but still weren’t sure if you’d be happy about it or not.

Day Eight: 

When your eyes opened the following morning you felt fine. You weren’t afraid to face Harry, you weren’t regretful of what you’d done. However, you did find yourself wondering when you’d be able to get away with it again.

What did concern you is how he would feel about it this morning. He was eager in the heat of the moment but what about now, after the post nut clarity? The more and more you gave it some thought the more you psyched yourself out and were avoiding joining everyone for breakfast. You were in your patio, smoking a joint to help you build up some appetite, but also to help you relax and be normal when you were in the same room with your aunt, parents, and brother in law who had just come loads over your bare pussy, and of course, your sister, his wife. Well, soon to be ex-wife, but still! It wasn’t official yet!

Finally you decided to bite the bullet and headed towards the kitchen. You greeted everyone good morning and then glanced to Harry who flashed you an easy smile. 

“You alright?” He asked. What sounded like the most casual question to everyone else was the most charged question between you and him. You smiled and nodded.

“Yeah. All good.” You reassured him and he smiled and nodded silently before continuing to eat his breakfast.

NEXT PART...

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Sweetie

Sylus x Y/N - drabble - 1K WC NSFW 18+

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Warnings: fluff, slight smut (oral), comfort, depression mention, Sylus being a great bf, he's so baby girl, pet names

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“Sweetie, you should come to bed before you doze off…” you heard Sylus’ buttery rich voice envelop you as you were on the verge of sleep. 

You moaned in response, attempting to give him a real response but failing. 

Sylus used his evol to pick you up gently before settling you in his arms, he carried you the rest of the way to your bedroom before softly laying you down on the bed. He pulled away slightly to make his way to his own side but a whine left your lips. It made him freeze; somehow sounding more pained than a regular sleepy whine should.  Sylus moved back into your hold, he brushed some hair away from your face before scooting into bed with you. Once he was rested against the headboard you shuffled your tired body as close as you could to his. 

“What is it, my love?” he whispered as he held you close, his breath tickling your face. 

You moaned again, not wanting to wake fully to respond. 

“I’m going to need more than that.” he said with a breathy laugh. 

You sighed, realizing you weren’t going to get out of this conversation. You shifted, sitting up against his chest slightly. “I just… I wake up so tired. Everyday. And all I want to do is go back to sleep.” you said. You didn’t let your eyes meet his, mostly because you knew that he knew. He knew your depression was getting back into a low swing. 

Sylus tightened his arms around you, crushing you in a hug that you needed desperately. Your lip quivered and your eyes watered as you nuzzled into him. You felt his slender fingers tilt your chin up delicately. “Darling,” he started, a sob from you cutting him off. “Hey, it’s ok. You’re ok.” he said with the kindest smile. 

He didn’t look like the dangerous crime lord you know he is in this light. He looked like Sylus. Your Sylus. Who loved you and took care of you always. “I’m sorry…” you said between sniffles, wiping your cheeks off. 

“No, kitten, that’s not what I meant…” he said, holding your hand in his. “I know you’re not ok now… but you will be. I will personally see to it that you are ok. Better than ok. Whatever it is, I’ll be here for you no matter what. Why don’t we sleep in tomorrow? Then we can do whatever you want for the day?” he said with a tinge of hope in his voice.

 “What about the Onychinus?” you said, tracing his hands with your fingertips.

“The N109 Zone can wait. You’re more important.” he said with no room to question him.

You leaned up before he could finish his sentence and kissed him. You hesitated slightly, not completely sure why. He cupped your cheek, pulling you back to his lips which begged for more. Nothing sexual and hot, just passionate and full of love. When he finally slipped away from your lips they were puffy with want but your body begged for sleep. Sylus saw the droop in your eyes. He didn’t say anything as he held you close, tucking his silk sheets around you to keep you warm. He rubbed soft circles into your back, lulling you to sleep.

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You woke up, eyes searching for Sylus. They found his large frame wrapped around your waist, his head resting on your chest. He looked so peaceful like this. His pale hair framing his face so elegantly you just watched him breath for a while, wanting to drag this perfect moment out.

“Hello sweetie.” Sylus said after a bit. 

His morning voice was even deeper than his normal voice. Gruff and full of gravel - it made your stomach soar with arousal. You were suddenly very aware of the fact that you hadn’t had him in a week. No hands roaming you. No tongue fighting yours. No cock- 

“You alright, sweetie? You find something new to admire?” he said with a lopsided, cocky grin. 

You let out a slightly labored breath, letting your eyes flutter shut so you could attempt to maintain some composure. 

Sylus ran his large hand over your thigh, across your hip, and up your waist. He noted how goosebumps sprouted over your skin and your back slightly arched. “I can feel your energy, you know… I can feel what you want… Where you want it…” he said. He silently slipped between your legs; innocently ghosting touches over your thighs while his lips placed feverish kisses at random. 

A moan fell from your lips before you responded between breaths, “And what… do I want?” you asked. 

“A taste of heaven.” he said. His words fanning over your barely covered pussy.

As you finally spread your legs wide for him, you felt the bed relax. You begrudgingly peaked, seeing a black feather between your legs. You picked it up, holding it between your fingers. You groaned in frustration. You felt the feather change and the bed shift, your eyes meeting his red ones. 

“Tease.” you complained before pulling him into a strong kiss. You made him yours. Made him feel how every bit of him was consumed by you. 

Sylus couldn’t hold himself back. He would never force you, or even try to persuade you. If it wasn’t an enthusiastic yes he didn’t want it. And he knew you were down the last few days. But he couldn’t deny how everyday he went to bed thinking of the way you looked and how much he wanted to ruin you. He kissed down your torso sloppily before landing between your legs. His eyes met yours, checking for consent. You nodded quickly, shoving the sides of your underwear down. He ripped them off completely. His large hands pinning your hips to the bed as he dove between your thighs. Attacking your heat with everything he could muster. He was like a man starved in every sense of the word and you were the only thing that could satiate him. He ruined you, gave you a taste of the heavens. He would do this every minute of every day for the next millenia if he could. Hell, he just might.

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Naboo's Note:

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LILIES (Chapter Six)

FEATURING Eris Vanserra x pregnant!reader

SUMMARY moving on from Eris is impossible, the grief you carry around is unbearable even with the help of your new (ish) friend Lucien.

CONTENT WARNINGS angst, arguing, leaving, grief (over someone who is still alive), major injuries, labor, brief descriptions of blood, Beron (iykykyk), themes of depression, mentions of reader not taking care of themselves, mentions of eating struggles

AUTHORS NOTE only two more chapters to go until it's all over!! I am so sad to see this amazing experience start to come to an end especially because I treasure each and everyone of you who has enjoyed my writing and decided to come along for the ride. Try not to kill me after this chapter, k? >:)

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The days following Eris’s departure were a blur of heartache and despair. Each morning, you woke with the heavy realization that he was truly gone, the emptiness beside you a stark reminder of the love and companionship you had lost. You found yourself drifting through the hours, your mind replaying the moments of your last encounter, the anguish in Eris’s eyes haunting you.

Lucien was a constant presence throughout that week, his concern for you unwavering. He visited your chambers multiple times a day, bringing you meals and ensuring you were taking care of yourself and the baby. Despite your best efforts to hide your pain, Lucien saw through the facade, his keen eyes missing nothing.

“Have you eaten today?” Lucien asked gently one morning as he entered your room, carrying a tray laden with food.

You looked up from where you sat by the window, staring out at the gardens below. The vibrant colors of the flowers seemed muted, the beauty of the world outside failing to penetrate the numbness inside you. “I’m not hungry,” you replied softly, turning your gaze back to the view.

Lucien set the tray down on the small table beside you, his expression a mix of concern and determination. “You need to eat,” he insisted, pushing a bowl of fresh fruit toward you. “For the baby’s sake, if not for your own.”

At the mention of your baby, you placed a protective hand over your swollen belly, feeling the gentle flutter of movement beneath your palm. “I know,” you sighed, picking up a piece of fruit and taking a small bite. The flavors were bland, your appetite dulled by the overwhelming sorrow that clouded your mind.

Lucien sat down across from you, his gaze unwavering. “I’m worried about you,” he admitted, his voice filled with genuine concern. “You can’t go on like this. You have to find a way to move forward, for your sake and for the baby’s.”

Tears welled in your eyes, and you looked away, unable to meet his compassionate gaze. “I don’t know how,” you whispered, your voice breaking. “Everything feels so hopeless without him.”

Lucien reached across the table, taking your hand in his. “You’re stronger than you realize,” he said softly. “You’ve faced so much already, and you’ve come out the other side. You can do this too.”

Despite his comforting words, the days continued to blend together in a haze of grief. You spent most of your time in your chambers, the outside world seeming distant and unimportant. Lucien’s visits were the only interruptions in your solitary existence, his presence a reminder that you were not entirely alone.

As you sat by the window, your eyes tracing the familiar paths of the garden below, memories of the walks you and Eris used to take together filled your mind. You recalled the way his hand would fit perfectly in yours as you strolled through the winding paths, the conversations that ranged from deep thoughts, insecurities, and fears to light-hearted banter about nothing at all. Those moments had felt like pure magic, a respite from the chaos of the world, and a testament to the bond you shared.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the room in a warm, golden light, Lucien entered with a gentle knock. “I brought you something special,” he announced, holding up a small box. “I thought it might cheer you up.”

You managed a small smile, appreciating his efforts to lift your spirits. “What is it?”

He opened the box to reveal an assortment of your favorite pastries, the sweet aroma filling the room. “I remember you mentioning these once,” he said, placing the box on the table. “I had the cook make them for you.”

The gesture touched your heart, and for the first time in days, you felt a flicker of warmth. “Thank you, Lucien,” you said, your voice choked with emotion. “You’ve been so kind to me.”

Lucien smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “It’s the least I can do,” he replied. “You’re important to me, and I want to see you happy again.”

Lucien coaxed you out into the gardens the very next week, his persistent kindness finally wearing down your reluctance. At 39 weeks pregnant, every movement was a chore, and you had been experiencing intermittent pains that you brushed off as mere discomfort from carrying your child. The idea of visiting the gardens, a place where you and Eris had built so many memories, filled you with a mix of nostalgia and pain. But Lucien’s gentle urging and genuine concern convinced you to give it a chance.

“Come on,” Lucien said, his voice soft but insistent. “The fresh air will do you good, and the gardens are beautiful this time of year. It might help to clear your mind.”

“I don’t know, Lucien,” you said, placing a protective hand on your swollen belly. “It was our place, where we grew to know and love each other. I’m not sure I’m ready.”

Lucien knelt beside you, his eyes filled with understanding. “I know it’s hard. But sometimes revisiting those places can help us heal. You don’t have to say anything, just let the garden work its magic. And I’ll be right there with you.”

You looked into his earnest eyes, seeing the care and concern that had been your lifeline these past few weeks. With a deep breath, you nodded. “Okay. Let’s go.”

Lucien helped you up, and you both made your way to the gardens. The sun was warm, a gentle breeze rustling through the leaves, carrying the sweet scent of blooming flowers. The familiar pathways brought a lump to your throat, each step a painful reminder of the love you had lost.

As you walked, the intermittent pains in your belly became more noticeable, but you brushed them off as mere discomfort from being on your feet. Lucien pointed out various plants and flowers, trying to distract you with light conversation. Despite your initial reluctance, you found yourself beginning to relax, the beauty of the gardens working its magic as Lucien had promised.

“You know, I’ve always loved this part of the garden,” Lucien said, stopping by a cluster of vibrant roses. “It reminds me of home, of simpler times.”

You managed a small smile, your mind drifting back to the countless times you and Eris had stopped at this very spot, sharing stolen kisses and whispered promises. The memory brought a fresh wave of pain, but also a bittersweet comfort.

Lucien’s voice broke through your thoughts. “How are you feeling?” he asked, his eyes filled with concern.

“I’m okay,” you lied, wincing as another pain shot through your abdomen. “Just a bit tired.”

Lucien frowned, his sharp eyes noticing your discomfort. “Are you sure? You seem a bit… off.”

You waved off his concern, not wanting to worry him. “It’s just the baby being active, I think. Nothing to worry about.”

He nodded, though his expression remained skeptical. “Alright, but if it gets worse, promise me you’ll let me know.”

“I promise,” you said, trying to sound reassuring.

As you continued to walk, the pains grew more frequent and intense, but you were determined to push through. You didn’t want to spoil this moment, this brief reprieve from the constant ache of your heart. But as you neared the center of the garden, where a small fountain gurgled peacefully, the pain became too much to ignore.

Lucien’s eyes widened in alarm as you doubled over, clutching your belly. “Hey, are you alright?” he asked, his voice filled with panic.

“I think… I think something’s wrong,” you gasped, the realization finally dawning on you that these weren’t just random pains. “Lucien, I think I’m in labor.”

His face paled, but he quickly sprang into action. “Okay, we need to get you to the medical wing, now.”

As Lucien hurriedly pushed you through the ornate hallways of the palace, aiming for the medical wing, your discomfort escalating with each moment, the last thing either of you expected was to run into Beron. The formidable lord of the Autumn Court was not supposed to be aware of your presence within the palace, a secret Eris had helped to keep. Yet there he stood, emerging from a shadowed alcove, his sharp gaze landing on you with immediate suspicion.

“Lucien, what is this?” Beron's voice cut through the tension, as cold and unwavering as the stone walls that surrounded you. His eyes flicked from you to Lucien, narrowing in displeasure.

Lucien, momentarily taken aback, recovered quickly, his arm instinctively tightening around you as if to shield you from Beron’s piercing gaze. “Father, she needs help. We were just—”

“Who is she?” Beron interrupted sharply, stepping closer. His towering presence felt oppressive, his aura exuding authority and control.

You could see Lucien hesitate, his eyes darting between you and his father, weighing his words. “A friend who requires immediate medical attention,” he attempted to explain, his tone carefully neutral.

Beron’s eyes finally settled on your swollen belly, his suspicion turning into derision. “A friend, or another of your irresponsible entanglements?” His voice was laden with scorn. “We do not run a charity for wayward souls here, nor do we harbor strangers without my knowledge.”

Lucien’s jaw tightened visibly, and he opened his mouth to protest, but Beron cut him off with a dismissive wave of his hand. “I will not allow it. Remove her from the palace immediately. She is not to receive aid here.”

Panic flared in your chest as you clutched at Lucien's arm, your other hand pressing against the waves of pain that threatened to buckle your knees. “Please,” you managed to gasp out, the effort leaving you breathless, “I need help.”

Beron’s gaze on you was unyielding, his decision firm. “Take her to the city or wherever you wish, but she leaves the palace grounds now. We will not be involved in this farce.”

Lucien, a mixture of anger and desperation painting his features, tried once more. “Father, she’s in labor, she could die if—”

“Not our concern,” Beron interrupted coldly. “You know my rules, Lucien. Now, obey them.”

Defeated and running out of time, Lucien nodded curtly to his father, the resignation in his eyes cutting deeper than any words could. He supported you gently, leading you away from the medical wing and towards the main entrance of the palace. Each step was agony, and your mind raced with fear not only for your unborn child but also for the lack of compassion from someone you had hoped might show even a trace of empathy.

The cool evening air of the Autumn Court hit you as Lucien guided you through the palace gates. The streets seemed darker, more foreboding than ever before, and as you stepped into the unknown, supported by Lucien, the harsh reality of your situation settled heavily upon your shoulders. You were alone, vulnerable, and in desperate need of care, cast out by the very power that ruled the land you now walked upon.

Lucien's steps quickened through the dimly lit streets of the Autumn Court, each of his movements marked by a desperate urgency as he supported your faltering steps. The pain rippled through you with increasing intensity, a relentless tide that drained your strength and muddied your thoughts.

"Please, Lucien, I can't," you gasped, the sharp spasms of labor gripping you tightly, forcing you to a sudden, halting stop. Your hands clung to him, your body bent in agony.

Lucien’s face was a mask of concern, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of help. "Just a bit further, we’ll find someone, a healer—anyone." His voice was strained, a thin veneer of calm barely concealing the panic beneath.

You shook your head, each movement a stab of pain. "No, I—I need Eris. Please, Lucien, find Eris. I can't do this without him," you pleaded, tears streaming down your face, mingling with the sweat of your brow.

Lucien hesitated, his gaze torn between you and the path ahead. "I don't know where he is," he admitted, his voice cracking with frustration. "And we don’t have time—he might be miles away."

But the pain was overwhelming, and in a heartbeat, your legs gave way, pulling both of you down into the gritty cold of an alleyway’s cobblestones. You collapsed against the hard ground, the rough edges biting into your skin, Lucien scrambling to cushion your fall.

"I can't walk anymore," you cried out, the words a choked sob. "Please, just go. Find him. Leave me, I can't—"

"No!" Lucien's response was vehement, his hands gripping yours tightly. "I won't leave you alone like this." His eyes darted desperately from your pain-contorted face to the empty street. There was no one, no help in sight, and the realization of your isolation seemed to settle heavily upon him.

He rushed you to every shop down the street, dragging you along as best he could, but it was late, and the few healers he could think of were not answering, their shops closed, their homes silent.

"Please, Lucien, you have to go—find Eris," you begged again between contractions, your voice barely above a whisper now.

Lucien looked down at you, agony etched across his features, torn between his instinct to stay and protect you and the desperate plea in your eyes. Finally, with a heavy heart, he nodded, squeezing your hand one last time. "I’ll find him," he promised, his voice thick with unshed tears. "Hold on, just hold on."

With that, Lucien stood, casting one last look at you lying vulnerable and writhing in pain, before turning and running back towards the palace, leaving you alone under the shadow of the night, hoping against hope that he could bring back Eris in time...

Alone and in agony in the shadow-strewn alleyway, you lay curled on the unforgiving cobblestones. Each contraction was a fierce, unrelenting wave of pain, tightening its grip around you, pushing you to the edge of consciousness. But now, an even more terrifying sensation joined the physical torment—a warm trickle of blood that stained your legs, a stark and frightening indicator of how dire your situation had become. Your skin, once flushed with the warmth of life, now felt clammy and cold, your body sweating despite the chill in the air.

Your mind, a whirlpool of thoughts and emotions, relentlessly circled back to Eris—his laugh, the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled, the gentle timbre of his voice when he shared his deepest insecurities and dreams. The ache for his presence was overwhelming, engulfing every other sensation. Tears streamed down your face, mixing with the grime of the alley, each one a testament to your regrets and the secrets you had kept hidden—most of all, the truth about Lucien being the father of your child. This secret had fractured the foundation of your relationship with Eris, driving a wedge between what could have been and what was.

Amid the despair, you made a silent, fervent vow. If you made it through this night, you would cast aside all shadows of deceit. Lucien would hear the truth about everything, and you would pray for Eris’s forgiveness and understanding. Determination to no longer live behind the veil of secrets fortified your resolve.

Raising your head with great effort, blurred by pain, your gaze fell upon a small miracle—a cluster of purple lilies pushing through a crack in the cobblestones. Their vibrant petals stood out defiantly against the oppressive grey of the alley, a splash of color in the darkness. These flowers, thriving against all odds in such an inhospitable environment, became a beacon of hope for you. Their resilience was inspiring, their beauty a stark reminder of life’s persistence even in the most unforgiving circumstances.

You clung to the sight of the lilies, letting them anchor you through the waves of pain. They became a symbol of your own will to endure, to persist through the darkness and fear that enveloped you. Each painful contraction was met with a whispered promise into the chilly night air—promises of honesty, of love reborn, of a future where shadows would no longer darken your path.

In that desolate alley, under the dim glow of distant streetlamps that fought their way through the thick fog, the purple lilies stood as silent witnesses to your struggle. They seemed to encourage you to hold on, to fight through the pain and despair for your unborn child, for Eris, for the chance at a cleansed and open future. With each labored breath, you held onto the hope that Lucien would return swiftly, and that perhaps, he would bring Eris back to your side, in time to mend what had been broken and to welcome a new life together.

As the city's misty tendrils wrapped around the winding alleys, Lucien's footsteps echoed against the cobblestones, each one a thunderous drumbeat in the night. His breath came in ragged gasps, a desperate symphony of exertion and urgency. The dim light of distant streetlamps flickered overhead, casting long shadows that danced along the walls.

His heart pounded in his chest like a war drum, a relentless rhythm driving him forward with single-minded determination. The weight of his fear and concern for you hung heavy on his shoulders, urging him to push himself harder, faster, toward the medical wing where he hoped to find help for you.

The narrow streets seemed to blur together as he raced through them, the buildings looming like silent sentinels in the night. Shadows flickered and danced at the edges of his vision, teasing him with glimpses of what lay beyond. Every corner turned, every alley crossed, brought him closer to his destination, but the distance felt insurmountable, the obstacles in his path endless.

His senses were heightened, every sound magnified—the distant cry of a night bird, the rustle of leaves in the breeze, the faint echo of footsteps following his own. He dared not look back, for fear of what—or who—he might see.

Every fiber of his being was consumed by a single, relentless thought—to find help for you, to ensure your safety and well-being. With each passing moment, the weight of his fear and concern grew heavier, driving him forward with an urgency that bordered on desperation.

As he rounded a corner, his foot caught on a loose cobblestone, sending him stumbling forward with a sharp curse. But before he could regain his footing, he collided with a shadowy figure that loomed out of the darkness.

For a heartbeat, time seemed to stand still as Lucien recoiled, his heart pounding in his chest like a trapped animal. But as the figure stepped forward into the dim light of a nearby streetlamp, Lucien's breath caught in his throat.

"Eris?" he gasped, his voice barely more than a whisper. But the figure said nothing, its features obscured by the shadows, before vanishing into the darkness once more.

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[balkanradfem]

Alright, this one is for all the people who read my 'spatula' and 'roommate emergency' posts. Because if you suffered trough those long whiny posts you deserve to know the insane continuation/ending to the story. Warning for high levels of drama and plot twists. Under cut because long.

So, after all of the emergency and spatula debakl, I was starting to feel slightly less warm to my roommate; not enough to be mean, but I decided to focus on my own stuff and not give her as much attention. We were still saying hi and casually chatting, but I wouldn't take food if she offered. She bought some fruit juice and told me to drink it, and I didn't wanna be mean so I just said 'you should drink it too', and ignored it. I will not be mollified with some fruit juice.

I felt happier focusing on myself, but I also started to get a little anxious, because what if the roommate gets mad at me, and then moves out? And then I thought, wait, that's an insane thought. Nobody moves out of a place because their roommate is a bit withdrawn and depressed, and doesn't give them tons of attention. Besides, I haven't done anything ever to cause her harm or distress, I'm just living my life and leaving her to hers. I'm fine.

So yesterday late evening, I went to the bathroom and noticed all of her shampoos and shower gels were missing, and immediately got worried about it. Why would she remove all her bathroom stuff, unless she is actually moving out? But she never said anything. It was already so late at night, I couldn't go bother her about it. It was 11 pm. I tried to not worry about it and fall asleep, but I couldn't. Thinking how maybe she's moving out, and then I'd be alone looking for a roommate in January when the bills are the worst, filled me with anxiety. How would I pay my rent? I heard her then, leaving her room and going into the bathroom. I made a split-second decision to get up and confront her about it. I needed to be sure.

I caught her in the hallway, and asked 'Hey, I saw you took all of your shampoos, are you leaving? If you're leaving I need to know.' She smiled at me and then reassured me that if she was leaving, she'd tell me. She then showed to me how a lot of her hair started falling out, and she thinks it's because of the shampoo, so she threw it away and now needs a new one. Oh okay, I thought, that's a relief. I told her thanks for explaining, and how I got so worried I couldn't sleep. She laughed at me for being silly and worrying, and I grumbled 'don't laugh at me' as I went back to my room and wished her a good night. She seemed so happy I talked to her, probably because I wasn't initiating any conversations lately.

Next morning, I woke up sad, so I was moping in my room, and at one point she stopped by my room asking if I was okay, and if I'm going to work. I replied weakly that I was fine (I wasn't, I was kinda sobbing and forgot my room door was open) and that I didn't have work that day. She said okay. I heard her leave.

After I calmed down from my sadness, I realized I needed to contact her employer, because she was supposed to pay her share of the bills, and even though I reminded her two days ago, she forgot, and I needed that money. I hate bothering people about money, so I just sent a little 'how about today?' message thinking that was friendly enough. Her employer responded with 'sure I'll send you the money via [roommate name], she still isn't at work.' I responded with 'she left, she should be there soon'.

And then I thought, maybe I was wrong when I heard her leave, so I got up, knocked on her door, and said her name to check if she was still there. No response. I pushed the door open.

My heart sank to the bottom of my feet.

The room was empty. The bed was empty. There was a mess on the floor but mostly trash. Her things were gone. Her clothes were gone. The key to the apartment was on the table.

I was immediately stricken with shock, and the realization that she lied to me yesterday, when I anxiously asked if she was leaving, she smiled and reassured me that she wasn't leaving while she was already packing her bags! But why?

I panicked then, thinking what I should do next. Was she okay? Was she safe? Did she go to a friend's place? Should I call her employer and check if she still went to work? But that's probably not what the roommate wanted, I needed to find her and ask her why, and what to tell to her employer, because I didn't know the right answer. I grabbed my bike and headed outside and tried to find her in the city.

No luck. After half an hour I understood too much time has passed, she could have been anywhere. She's left and cannot be found. I couldn't call her, because her phone doesn't have a real SIM card so calls don't work. I relented and called her employer to check if she was at work, and to try and find out what happened.

I needed to be calculated in order to get any kind of information, so I called and said 'Hi, just checking if [roommate's name] got to work safely?' And employer says 'No, she's still not at work'. So I go 'Did something happen yesterday? Something is wrong'.

Her employer was extremely evasive on what exactly happened. She started listing events like 'she wouldn't clean the windows, we had a media day yesterday and she had to talk to the cameras, she got mad about something, said she didn't want to work, that her head hurts, but wouldn't sign the form saying she's quitting, then she changed her mind and asked for a free day, but she already had two free days, she was unreasonable' it was a mumble-jumble of events I couldn't put together right. And then I finally told her that [roommate's name] is gone. She took her things and left the key. The employer didn't even seem that shocked. I was still in shock. I asked her to call me if she managed to get in contact.

I was still struggling to accept just what had happened. I then remembered that even though we never used it, at one point I added her on facebook, and maybe this could be our point of contact. I wanted to talk to her just one last time, to find out what happened at work that forced her to leave, and to say goodbye. I couldn't accept that she is just gone after all that, with no explanation, no goodbye.

I went to the park, connected to the internet and frevently searched for the little icon in my messenger. I found her. I sent her a message saying 'Hey, please tell me why you left. I won't bother you, I just need to know why.'

No response. She was online. I knew she saw it. But nothing.

I couldn't accept it. I tried calling her on facebook. She immediately blocked me.

I was left staring at my phone in disbelief. This was it. This was all I would ever get for closure. I'd never find out what had happened. Not from her employer, and not from her.

I felt heartbroken but at the same time had no time to deal with the emotional impact, because I had incoming panic about rent and bills! Her employer would definitely not want to pay her dues now that she was not even living there anymore, and I needed a roommate to stay afloat. Then I remembered, there was one person who viewed the apartment a month ago and wanted to move in, but wanted a solitary room – maybe she'd be interested in it still, since solitary room was now free.

I took my luck and called the woman. After I'd explained who I was and why I was calling, she was delighted. 'I thought about you every day!' she said excitedly. As a lesbian, I love a woman saying that to me, but, it was not the time. She's a 60yo divorced straight lady and I have to keep it together. She said she would move in tomorrow evening, and I said okay, not believing her fully because honestly who can you believe? 'I would tell you if I was leaving' was still ringing in my ears.

I knew now what I needed to do. Go home and... clean out the apartment.

It was as sad as you can imagine. I had to take down the christmas decorations that we had put up together, because the new person would surely find it odd to see a christmas tree at the end of January, and I just think it's nice so why take it down. I had to go clean out roommate's room, which had a fair amount of trash in it, and I realized, some stuff from her work, the key to her workplace, her working clothes. I understood I'd have to return those to her employer, who later called me to ask about it. I said I would bring it immediately.

Her employer wanted to talk to me, but only to convince me that the roommate was a lazy, messy, unmotivated and disobedient slob, which I didn't believe. I knew this lady was abusive and mean to my roommate and likely the reason roommate left. She was trying to paint my roommate as the villain so badly because she wanted to cover up her own abuse. I didn't believe any of it and I left. She didn't give me any money for bills. She promised to give it later.

I went home, and continued with my cleaning journey. I found some interesting things my roommate left behind. She left some random food items, like some oil and pasta, and then one transparent produce bag filled with something white. Rice, I thought? It was salt. Then, while clearing out her table, I found 3 pens, and realized all three were mine. Later I found a 4th pen, also mine. There was also some stationary paper from my desk. This explained why I could no longer find a pen in my room, they were all somehow ending up here. But I never invited her to just take my pens? It seems that every time she needed to write something down, she'd take a different pen from my desk, and never returned any. Well, that's not a horrible crime, I thought, it's just pens. None of them worked anymore, even though I made sure to only keep working pens on my desk.

I thought about what her employer said, about her being messy and leaving stuff everywhere, and even though I argued back and said to her my roommate was nice, some of it didn't feel so true anymore. She was leaving stuff everywhere, and created lots of messes. The first week she arrived we cleaned together, but that was the last time she cleaned. Every other time it was me cleaning alone. And she would sometimes spill stuff on the floor, or on the stovetop, and leave it. Or leave all counters cluttered to the point where I had to move her stuff before using them. But I thought she was just too busy to pay attention to things like that. Then while cleaning I found one of my fanciest kitchen cloths, with several holes burned trough it. That is a bit too chaotic, I thought. Why must you burn my cloth?

I was riddled with a lack of understanding of what happened; how could she have been here in the morning, talked to me like everything was okay, and now I will never see her again in my life, and never know why? Why would she do that? I have in the past, helped roommates flee from abusive situations, and if they had to quickly move, I would help them pack, lie to their abusers for them, hide their stuff they couldn't take with, so they could come get it later. Why would she find me unsafe to tell the truth to? I would have helped. I would have told her employer whatever she wanted me to. I've been on her side and advocating for her from the start. I convinced the employer when she was sick to let her off work, I held her hand when her eyes were sick, I bought her medicine, I offered to go anywhere and everywhere with her to translate and speak on her behalf when she needed anything. It couldn't have been just because I was moody and sad for a few days. I couldn't understand it.

The only reasons I could think of why she did that, was either she was worried I'd be mad she's leaving, worried I'd try to stop or follow her (which I wouldn't), or someone else instructed her on what to do and they spelled out to her to tell nobody.

The lady who wanted to move in called me again, and said she actually wanted to come and sleep here the same evening, and I now only had a few hours to clean everything out. I was exhausted, shaken, emotioanlly in shambles. But I washed all the windows, cleaned the fridge, washed the furniture and the floor, changed all the decor, put my spare cover and fresh bedding in the other room so the new roommate could sleep there without having to buy anything. The new lady has a list of red flags on her too; some of her behaviour is what I wouldn't want in a roommate, however, what choice do I have. I welcomed her, made her tea, explained all the rules, and then witdrew to my room to eat some peanut butter because I had forgotten to eat all day due to stress and shock.

And then I wrote this down! It's still the same day as I'm writing it. I talked to my roommate in the morning and now a new person I don't know is in that room, and I'm still stunned. What on earth happened today? I still want a phone call with an explanation. I didn't deserve to be left like that. I can't make out what to think of her now, this has never happened to me before. I had people leave on short notice, but never secretly, never while lying to me about what they're doing.

I still feel like she'll come here any second! Like I'll hear her voice again saying hi and how are you. But I never will again. It feels so weird. I'm both sad and relieved. She must be in a better place, far from her employer and with her friends who understand her and can help her find a better job. I'm relieved she's probably safer. But I'm sad about not getting a goodbye. Sad about being blocked, when all I wanted was an explanation. Sad about 'I would tell you if I was leaving'. How many times in life do you get anxious, then reassured that you're worrying for nothing, but then the anxiety turns out to be correct and the person purposefully lied? That doesn't bode well for future references.

I can't figure out if she was a nice person, and there were good reasons warranting her leaving like this, or whether I just misjudged her.

So yeah, unsatisfying as it is, this is the end of my Nepali roommate era, we sure had,,, times, and it sure did, end. I would like to apply for the drama free life from now on please.

[updatingranboo]

ranboo tweet... uh

["This was such a good joke and I am appalled by the fact that it has not gone absolutely bonkers viral. I mean is comedy dead? I just dont understand how a regular human being can read the word "Greans" (A combination of green and jeans) followed by an image of, well, green jeans, and not absolutely evacuate themselves in laughter.

I believe this has something to do with the fact that comedy as we know it is dying. It has become too mainstream in todays media and that is the main problem. Gone are the days where silly little guys in their silly little hop hats are able to go "knock knock" and absolutely change the world. Nowadays you have to have so many things that go into a joke for it to remotely even be funny, setup, punchline the whole ordeal. Whatever happened to just a simple Practicality joke? Whatever happened to just being able to slap someone and be the headlining act?

The world is so full of so called "comedians" these days it makes me sick. All these people do is spend hours writing and practicing their act in order to try and sway an audience to have a good time listening to their words. For SHAME! Comedy used to be just two people on a stage just slapping eachother and going "knock knock" for twenty hours. Whatever happened to the good ol days where people just laughed at whatever someone said because their brain hadnt fully developed?

This is why I believe that I am going to start performing my comedy acts to a bunch of babies. An absolute hoard of newborns. I will make my jokes to them and they will laugh for they truly understand what humor should be. I will go to a hospital in that little room they have where it is very easy to switch said babies and cause a bit of a ruckus, but instead of doing that (very funny joke) I will simply perform for them and relish in their cheers and guffaws.

It is sad that one has to turn to performing to just babies in order for the world to understand the complexity of ones said humor, but alas if its what I must do its what I must do. Maybe one day we will revert back to absolute comedy anarchy, where the chicken has not yet crossed the road, but until then I will continue to strive and push forward in this dark age of comedy.

Maybe a complete reset of what we find funny is in order, maybe we have lost what humor once was for us. We obviously have considering my VERY FUNNY TWEET does not have a bazillion likes and has not spun off at least 30 million movie deals. (Please note that this joke is satire, and Ranboo stands in solidarity with the SAG-AFTRA strikes. Support actors and writers. -A message from Ranboo)

I spent time and effort making this tweet, I saw the green jeans in front of my eyes (which are very squishy) and my neurons fired and made this absolute gem of a joke. I was excited to share it with the world, I tweeted it nearly right after I saw it, excited to see what new adventures this tweet could bring me. I went to bed all cozy smiling like a child on christmas eve night, excited for the morning. When I woke I turned to check my phone instantly, my eyes racing to see the like total. What would it be? 500k? A million? I was surprised that my dms hadnt blown up with a personal message from every billionaire going "let me give you all of my money I can never make anything as good as your "Greans" tweet" but It must have been a glitch.

I was appalled to see that my tweet had only 30K??? 30K for the pinnacle of all of human achievement? A slap in the face of innovation is what it felt like. Like when that thomas edison guy ate a stolen lightbulb or something idk what he did really but I remember the person who made that lightbulb which he ate probably felt really sad and I felt really sad so I felt a deep connection with that person.

I quickly fell into a great depression, this is what all of my life had lead up to: one sad tweet. I didnt see the outside for years because of this tweet. I thought to myself "why would they do this?", "Isnt humanity supposed to be kind, supportive, and have a sense of humor when it comes to differently colored jean jokes?" (dcjj as I call them), and "Man I should probably have a burger" (I did) (very yummy) but as I ate my burger all I could taste were my TEARS as I chomped into it from the top down. It felt like I couldnt do anything right. Until thats when it hit me.

Im not the problem, EVERYONE ELSE IS! My humor isnt "bad" or "unfunny" or "makes me want to find a microwave and cause it to malfunction so I either become the hulk or die" (Please do not try this. -Another Ranboo message) It has to be that simply I am so far ahead in the world when it comes to comedy that my time has simply just not yet come! My jokes will be funny to a different generation, which will be frowned upon at first but I will quickly be welcomed with open arms, and told that I am an innovator, a true scholar of all that is funny.

And so I wait for that day. I wait for the day that people look back on my Greans tweet and realize, that without a doubt that it is the funniest thing that they have ever seen. The problem is not with my joke, the problem is with the world, and thats what makes humanity beautiful, is that it evolves, it changes, it doesnt stick to its mindset that a tweet that has the word "Greans" followed by a pair of green jeans doesnt get a BAZILLION LIKES! I wait for that day, and for those of you who are with me, I hope you wait patiently as well. Stay strong."]

[bunnysbrainrot]

No Vacancy - Day Two

Characters: Sam Winchester x fem!Reader, Dean, Castiel

Content: Majorly plot building. Romantic/sexual tension.

Summary: In day two of your one-on-one case with Sam, you gather intel together. Once things settle down for the second night, Dean reveals some news. Sam realizes he’s made a huge mistake involving a lust spell.

*A/N: This chapter was getting a bit long, and I haven’t posted in a couple days, so this chapter is out early! Honestly I like the pacing of this a bit better so I don’t burn out. Y’all better be ready for the next chapter 👀

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“Mrs. O’Connor, would you say that your daughter had any enemies? Anyone who would want to cause her harm?” Sam’s tone was filled with compassion as the woman explained the situation.

Her lips wobbled, “I-I don’t know. Casey was a sweet girl, she just got caught up in the wrong crowd, that’s all.”

“Did you see any changes in her behavior in these past few weeks?” You piped up, matching the softness of Sam’s voice.

Casey’s mother shook her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. You reached into the inner pocket of your suit jacket, handing her a pack of tissues. She gives you thanks and takes a moment before she speaks again.

“Not much. She was quieter, sure, but I thought, y’know, maybe she was depressed - she spent almost all of her time in her room. We were so close, and she just… distanced herself.”

“How so?” Sam asked.

Through tears, her voice broke, “Her whole demeanor changed, got… darker. She wouldn’t let me into her room anymore. That was where we had our movie nights…”

You nodded as you listened, glancing to Sam for a sign of a breakthrough, but his expression was muddled. A few moments later you were handing your personal number to Casey’s mother, and wishing her a good day.

Sam asked, “So, what do you think?”

“I think we should check her room, but we need to give her mom some time,” you replied, mulling over what could have caused Casey’s murder.

Your phone buzzed against your hand in your pocket. To your relief you saw a text from Casey’s mother: Thank you for your help. I’m glad Casey has people who care like you do.

You showed Sam the message. His eyebrows furrowed in thought.

“What do I say back?”

“Well, we need to mention looking at Casey’s room,” Sam detailed, “and that we’re happy to help further.”

Your fingers fiddled with your phone as you issued a reply.

Of course. I’m sure the police have done so already, but we were given instruction to inspect Casey’s room. Would you mind letting us look around later today?

The reply was swift: Yes, that's fine. I'll be home later this evening, 7 p.m. would be the best time.

Stuffing your phone back into your pocket, you updated Sam.

"She says we can come back at 7 tonight. Until then, we should probably look over the police report and see who might know what happened to her."

Sam nodded, "We'll head back to the motel and look into it."

The motel. The goddamn motel where you and Sam blurred the lines of your friendship. With any luck, he wouldn't mention anything of last night, or this morning.

It was the way it felt so normal to wake up with him, to be enveloped in his arms, his scent, his soft breathing before he woke. It was a one-time thing that wouldn't, and couldn't, happen again. It was a vow - a guarantee to yourself that you wouldn't slip up like before. You reminded yourself on loop until you reached the motel again.

—

Twenty minutes later, and you were still staring at your computer screen. The thoughts couldn't flow like they normally did with your research. Vague searches covered the screen, but nothing constructive.

'Casey O'Connor family' 'Casey O'Connor facebook' 'Casey O'Connor instagram' 'Casey O'Connor death’

The tension you held in the pit of your stomach turned over itself when Sam cleared his throat.

"Find anything yet?"

Your breath hitched in your throat. Maybe Sam hadn't given things much thought after all. His tone was his usual curious self, but those bright hazel eyes swallowed you whole.

"Uh- no, not yet," you stammered, "I was, um, gonna take a pause and go to the lobby. About the... room situation."

Sam's lips thinned into a terse smile. For him, he didn't care one bit if there was another room available. He watched you leave the room, cursing himself all the while you were gone. You returned with a nervous smile, sparking a hidden hope in Sam's chest.

"Still no other rooms. And no cots, either."

It was Sam's turn to remind himself that last night crossed a boundary. All he'd thought about today was you, regardless of how hard he tried to reroute his thoughts. The way you'd buried your head into his chest, how you murmured in your sleep, how delicate your body felt in his hands...

He snapped himself out of it again, muttering to himself.

"What'd you say?" You raised an eyebrow at him.

He shook his head, "Nothing, I'm just mumbling to myself."

You let out a soft laugh, taking a seat on the bed. The ache in your shoulders reminded you of the consequences of sitting hunched over on the floor.

"The least they could've done was give us a desk or something."

"That's what you get in a small town, remember?" Sam quipped, that goofy grin back in action. You rolled your eyes at him and settled into your side of the bed, laptop open across your lap again.

Sam leaned over to you, staring at your screen. Well, you weren't lying when you said things on your end weren't interesting. You turned your head, watching him scour the Google search you haphazardly thought up.

"I... didn't really know what to look up," you admitted flatly.

He let out a breathy laugh, glancing sidelong at you. Those damn eyes. Part of you dared to close the inches between you, to brush your lips against his as if it were nothing. One wrong move, and you could risk everything you'd made with him. You surveyed his parted lips, suddenly pulled back up to his gaze when he cleared his throat. You shook yourself out of your trance and gave him a muttered apology before he took your laptop.

Within seconds he found something substantial - report cards from school, Facebook posts, tagged photos on Instagram.

"How'd you do that?" You asked.

Sam pushed himself beside you to give you a better angle at the screen, "First thing you gotta do is have the full name. Otherwise, you're flooding your search with 'Casey O'Connor's' from all over the country."

His arm brushed against yours, but he didn't pull away. Instead he rested fully against you as his fingers flew over the keys, opening page after page of information. You chose to let go and ease into him, head dropped to his shoulder as you watched. Sam's fingers stalled more than usual with you now relaxed against him. It was his turn for his thoughts to escape him.

"So, um," you piped up, "what are we looking for?"

He cleared his throat, "Changes in behavior, maybe in stuff that she posted, grades dropping, anything that seems like a red flag."

Casey's most recent posts to Instagram caught your eye. After explaining your gut feeling to Sam, the both of you kept mental note that perhaps Casey did get involved with something sinister.

—

The two of you had gotten lunch, lazed about town, and stoped by Casey’s school by the time 7 pm rolled around. At the O’Connor house, you kept downstairs to talk with the family, while Sam searched Casey’s bedroom. It took about 30 minutes, and you two were on your way.

“What’d you find?”

Sam handed you his phone, the photos organized into a neat folder. You inspected each image, taking stock in each sign - herbs scattered around, countless candles, and bottles of dark liquid.

“Is that..?”

“Blood, yeah. Almost didn’t see them; one rolled out of the closet. And if you see here,” he trailed on, scrolling to another photo, “seems like a pretty intricate altar in there.”

“Figures why she wouldn’t want her mom in the room,” you added.

You handed the phone back to Sam, fighting back a shiver when his hand grazed yours.

Perhaps he noticed, too, judging by the way his cheeks blushed. In the evening sun, it was barely noticeable but you were almost certain of it. You packed yourselves into the car and drove back to the motel. You rummaged through your duffel bag the moment you stepped in the door, picking out a new outfit for bed. Sam kicked off his dress shoes and shrugged off his suit jacket.

“Bedtime already, huh?” Sam teased. You turned to him and smiled.

“Just wanna get cozy. Makes doing research much easier.”

Sam shrugged, “Not a bad idea, I’ll probably do the same when you’re done. Need to get out of this damn suit.”

—

The time on your computer screen read 11:43 p.m., meaning you and Sam had been continuing your research for at least two hours. It had taken a toll of you both, with eyes dry and shoulders aching. You rested your tired eyes and felt the pull of exhaustion start to take over.

Until Sam’s phone rang - it was Dean. Sam immediately placed his brother on speakerphone.

“How’s the lovely couple?” Dean asked. He wasn’t in the room, but you could tell he was smiling - a shit eating grin that irritated you as much as his brother.

“Very funny, Dean,” Sam replied smoothly, a twitch in his eyebrow showed his annoyance. “How are things going on your end?”

Castiel muttered in the background of the phone call. Dean stuttered over his words as he told Cas to stop interfering.

“Okay, so we did a little searching on Casey. I mean, well, Cas did most of it. Turns out, our lovely Miss O’Connor had gotten involved with magic.”

Sam’s eyes snapped to yours, then to his laptop where he had stored photos of Casey’s bedroom. As you two listened to Dean the dots connected to make a full picture.

It was Castiel’s voice that piped up next, “We have reason to believe that Casey was involved with something dark. It doesn’t look like your average witchcraft. We’re talking about more forceful magic - breaking and creating soulmate contracts.”

He continued, “Those kind of bonds, soulmates, are meant to take time. It seems that Casey’s spells were focused on peoples driving emotions. Feelings like fear, insecurity, lust, and mania. Anything that could make people act out, it’s been happening in her social circle.”

“So, basically she’s playing Cupid?” you offered.

“Exactly,” Dean confirmed, interrupting Cas, “we broke some of the spells, but it seems like Casey did all of her little projects at home. Hell, she sent the spells to her friends in the mail. Who knew you could Amazon Prime some witchcraft.”

You chuckled at the joke, rolling your eyes. Sam smiled at you with relief that this whole situation had blown over.

“So, what’s next?” you prodded.

“If you two didn’t see any weird hoodoo at Casey’s house, then everything should be all settled.”

Sam furrowed his brows, “But Casey was murdered, how did she die, then?”

Dean replied, “That’s the karma of it. Casey planted a sachet on her boyfriend - love spell gone haywire. He eventually went a little too love-crazy, and ended up killing her. Jealousy was the source of it.” His tone has grown sullen with the final piece of news.

Now with the extra details, you didn’t know how to feel. What happened to Casey had been horrible, and it had worked itself out in the end. It was the part of hunting that never settled well with you. Sometimes, you simply couldn’t save everyone.

“Got it. So we’ll head back out tomorrow to meet you at the bunker, yeah?” Sam confirmed.

Dean’s tone changed to playfulness again, “Actually, I need y’all to check out a case the next town over. Mind camping out a couple more nights?”

It seemed Dean’s request was a final verdict based on the way Sam pursed his lips.

“Yeah, no problem, talk to you later,” Sam ended the call. He threw his phone onto the bed and closed his laptop.

“You alright?” You asked him. Sam let out a soft sigh and looked toward his suit jacket by the door.

“I think I might’ve screwed up.”

You did a double take, “What do you mean? Dean and Cas figured it out.”

He raced over to the jacket, fishing through the pockets until he plucked a small bundle. Your expression dropped completely at the sachet in his palm. Sam returned to your side and let you examine it - a small brown sack you assumed held herbs, oils, and then some. The sigils across the fabric stumped you; they were nothing like you’d ever seen before.

“What is this, Sam?”

“One of her spells,” he said, defeated, “I wanted to examine it, to see if someone planted something on her. That was before we knew that Casey was the witch.”

“Okay, so, what kind of spell is it?” you asked further.

Sam reopened his laptop, silent as he furiously typed away. Image after image splayed onto the screen - the realization came over the two of you at once.

“Lust.”

He coughed at the word, unable to choose his next move. Sam leaned back and let his head thump against the wall.

“Can’t we just…. burn it? Toss it out?”

With bated breath you waited for Sam to say something, anything. Instead he just shook his head.

“By now I’ve had it on me for hours. We’re kind of past the point of burning it.”

“Okay, but the spells only work on feelings that are already there, right? It wouldn’t work unless you’re with someone you wanted to, um… you know.”

Sam’s breathing quickened with each passing second. His words came out with an overwhelming shakiness.

“It’s a little late for that.”

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[writingoddess1125]

I Fell in love Alone pt. 3

Another shot of depression for you all-

Buggy x GN Reader

Angst and Sad

No warnings just sadness

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When Buggy woke up the next morning, He felt awful.. his head was swimming and nausea was going through his system like a tsunami. He shifted and felt the emptiness of the bed next to him- The hangover now not being the worse pain he felt..

He laid there, pressing his face into the pillow as he took in what remained of your scent...thinking of the mornings he would touch your hair or look at your sleeping form next to him, He just wished he'd cherished them more. The creak of the door drew him out of his thoughts, turning to see you walking in with some breakfast and water for him.

He sat up slowly and watched you with foggy eyes at every movement you made. Setting down the tray of food and pouring him a glass of water, as well as kicking a bucket closer to the bed just in case he needed to puke, you already dressed and ready for the day which clued him in that he must have slept very late- or you got up very early.

"Feel better?" You ask softly, he nods softly at this- lying about feeling better. The pain from you not being there just stronger then the sickness of the hangover. Awkward silence fell after this, Buggy finally breaking it with a anxious sigh and turned to meet your eyes.

"(Y/N) I wanted to say im sorry for everything and how I acted can we-" You cut him off quick with a shake of your head, sighing heavily as you tried to hold back the tears that threatened to fall.

"Buggy I'm still leaving... This does not change that... I'd never want you to hurt yourself but I am not staying either. I know youre upset but that changes nothing-" You said finally, His face crumbling at your words as he looked away from you. A storm of emotions going over his face as he sat there in the bed.

"I appreciate you being honest with me and honored you shared how you felt... but you are 6 months too late" You say with a final breath, looking to see his eyes flashing with rage.

"Get some rest..." You say softly and get up to leave the room. Closing the door behind you as you heard the first crashed- Him inside the room throwing and destroying the cabin in a fit of pure anger. Taking a shaky breath you walked away, the echoing of his angry cries fading as you left.

You should have known better then to think Buggy would let this go so easily...

For the next 3 days, you saw the love bombing. The gifts magically at your bed, the flowers, the candies and more things you knew possible. How did this guy manage to find a kitten in the middle of the ocean!? The whole crew was also now watching you- you knew it and truthfully that hollowness began to return at having everyones eyes on you all the time like they were waiting for you to fold to Buggy.

You returned everything, bringing it back to Buggys door every chance you got and avoiding even going to dinner your friends bringing you dinner as you didn't want the eyes on you.

Buggy was starting to get frustrated more at himself for failing to get you interested in him again- thinking that you caring for him while hungover showed you still cared and he could keep you from leaving. You almost thought he was going to not port just to keep you on the ship, however it was a pleasant surprise when he did- even if he seemed upset at it as well.

Once at port you exiting the ship with gusto finally the freedom of the small place lifting your spirits from the dead and the idea that you wouldn't be trapped like before filled you to

Spending the day with your friends as you scouted out the village, your crew gathering supplies as you found you way around and planned a new life in the cute village.

Once back to the Big Top your few friends through a going away party for you, Food and drinks being set out as music filled the ship. It was a emotional release you had needed before departing from your life as you knew.

However Buggy's absent from the dinner was very noticable and you knew why.. as the night came to and you giving final hugs to your friends you packed the last of your things in a sack and bring them over your shoulder as you make your way to the Main Deck. Next to the exit you see a figure sitting there, already knowing who it was.

"You really aren't going to stay?..." Buggy said softly as he sat on a barrel looking at the sleepy village.

Stopping you lean against the rails and look at the Captian- he luckily wasn't drunk like before but he looked depressed...

"Buggy... I don't think we are good for each other now-" You say softly, seeing the hurt in his eyes at this. Normally he would throw a fit at being confronted like this- but instead he seemed to accept it and bow his head humbly. "You love bombing me proves that- I know you want to do better now but that doesn't erase what you did before..."

"If...If I became the man you deserve that would treat you right?... would you come back?.." He asked softly, his own fake pride and ego being tossed to the side for the hope of your return.

"I don't know Buggy- I do love you.. But I don't think I can be with you. We are both bad for each other and... You broke my heart" You admit, seeing how he winced at your words. Nodding in a sad understanding that it had been his fault for this- Rubbing the back of his neck.

"But... Maybe in the future, if things are better. We can give it another go." You suggest, unsure of your own words- However you see Buggy look at you, a flash of something you'd never seen in his eyes before. Hope and Drive.

"Really?... If I get better we can maybe see how far this thing can go?" He said softly, you nodding as you adjust the sack over your shoulder. Buggy Biting his lip in thought and nodding, smiling sadly as if he had been told a disappointing joke.

"Well, I'll do what I can to be what you deserve. Even if I am the Biggest Fool in the East Blue, ill be the best there is"

He sadly laughed at this, Opening his arms to gesture to himself in a almost pathetic way.

"You know me! I manage to fail upwards. And Hopefully I can still land before your feet" He said with his signature smile, unable to help yourself you giggle softly.

"I have faith in you"

You kiss his cheek and give his hand a squeeze, tears rolling down your cheeks as you turn and begin to walk off the ship you'd call home for the final time.

"Goodbye Buggs" You say softly as you walk to the pier and into the darkness of the sleeping Village.

Buggy stood there on the deck of his ship, watching the love of his life walk away- taking away what shred of love he had left in his blackened heart- Yet he could only be angry at himself for it... he had driven you away.

His fist clenched as he held back his own tears, looking up to the sky to keep them from falling and let out a shaky breath. Vowing silently to become the best to bring you back to him..

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The 7th Day Of Christmas:

Jingle Bell Rock (Favorite Christmas Song)

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Noah:

The year had been rough. With so many highs, there had certainly been enough lows to make the highs seem unworthy of celebrating. Noah was done and couldn't wait for it to be over.

It started with him getting sick near the end of the 2023 tour, forcing the band to cancel shows. Noah felt horrible about it, especially when he got on your social media accounts to read what people were saying about it all. He just wanted to crawl into a hole and hide, but you wouldn't let him. You encouraged him, told him everything would work out and be okay, and that he just had to be patient.

The new year brought a European tour which was just what the band needed. You couldn't go so you stayed behind, waiting and worrying constantly. The time apart wasn't the best thing for Noah. He was calling you almost daily telling you how sorry he was for not making more time for the two of you, and that he felt like he might have bitten off more than he could chew with some of the tour dates. It broke your heart hearing the sadness in his voice. But despite how you felt, you had faith in Noah that he'd manage through it and encouraged him to go on as best as he could. And he did.

Once the band was back home, canceled shows got rescheduled and things seemed to be looking up, but all of that quickly fell through when some of the shows had equipment malfunctioning and fights breaking out in the crowds quite a few times. It triggered a deep emotion in Noah that brought on some small bouts of depression. You were there for him, trying your best to help him out of the darkness he found himself in, behind the scenes, quietly loving him and supporting him, yet worried for him beyond belief, that it all might come crashing down.

Waiting for the inevitable was like walking on pins and needles, and when it happened over the summer, Noah broke, forcing the band to cancel all remaining U.K dates. People were furious, but not like Noah was at himself at feeling like he let the fans down again. For days, he stayed closed off to everyone making you so worried that this was the beginning of the end. But, slowly he came out of it, coming back to the reality of you and the world around him, and you were there, loving him just like before. Noah apologized over and over, but you and the guys reassured him that there was nothing to apologize for. You held his hand through it all, never leaving him in the dark, alone.

On Christmas Eve, you and Noah sat together in the quietness, holding hands, and talking about the year and everything that had happened. That's when he played you this song, saying it was his favorite Christmas song of the year because it reminded him of you. You laughed at first because it didn't sound like the traditional Christmas song, but as you listened to the words, your eyes filled up with tears. "Thank you, Princess, for sticking this year out with me and getting me through it. I don't think I could have without you." You fell into Noah's arms, kissing on him until it ended up with the two of you wrapped up in bed sheets by the glow of the Christmas lights. By morning, you woke up with your Christmas gift on your finger, a beautiful little engagement ring he had managed to slip on your finger while you slept.

Folio:

The moment Folio saw you, it was literally love at first sight. He was hooked to you like a bad habit, unable to leave you for one second. The first few months were nothing but a crush for you. Folio was always doing the silliest little things to get your attention and dropping the corniest pick-up lines to make you laugh and get your attention, pretty soon, all of it worked. You fell for him and everything about him.

The year went by in a whirlwind and pretty soon it was the Christmas season. Lights and music were everywhere, decorations and gift ideas flooding the air, but no matter what was happening around you, Folio and you were only about each other. When you should have been hanging with the guys, the two of you were tangled up in each other, missing out on the holiday spirit. It's not that you wanted to miss out, but you two just couldn't stop the wanting and needing of the other person. And whenever there was mistletoe, heaven help you. That man was one hundred percent all over you. But you loved it. It made you have all the feels of being in love during the winter holidays.

Being in love with Folio was like being a kid again. The snowball and snow fights the two of you had during the holiday break when you went home to visit his family was the best thing ever. Nick's family loved you if only for the fact that you put up with all of his playful goofiness, his dad especially loved you because of how sweet and loving you were toward his son, telling you that you were everything he hoped Nick would ever find in a girl. It warmed your heart at how accepting his family was of you.

The nights when all the family were hanging out together, Folio had you all to himself, in his bedroom upstairs. The two of you talked about childhood Christmases and what you loved most, asking what the best Christmas song was. You chose "Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas", but Nick had you blushing and cheesing like a teenager the moment he played you "Mistletoe". "It's not my favorite, but it reminds me of you and me." He pulled into him for a long kiss, gripping the sides of your face gently, placing his forehead against yours when he pulled back. "I love you and the way you make me feel, Sweetheart. You complete me, and all I want to do is be with you from now until forever." Wiping the tears away, you curled up into Folio, wrapping yourself around him. He owned you already, mind, body, and soul. 

Jolly:

The Christmas Song (Merry Christmas, To You)'

"The traditional American Christmas song," so Jolly said. Over and over, you heard it once it came time to properly play Christmas music. As much as you hated it at first, your holiday season became dependent on hearing it at least once a day.

Time over the holidays was just the thing you and Jolly needed. The whole year had been a stressful one, for sure. Yes, it had some really good moments, but there were also a lot of bumps that put a strain on your relationship.

It was hard working through the first overseas tour. The time difference, the lack of talking, the stories that you heard, or rather read. You knew absolutely none of them were true, but that didn't stop your mind from wandering. When the boys finally came home, though, you knew, the moment you found yourself in Jolly's arms, that everything between you would be fine.

The spring brought long studio time and festival dates that were excruciatingly hot. You watched in forced silence as the guys drug themselves through one festival after another, managing through exhaustion, food poisoning, and mental drainage and when Noah finally crashed, it wasn't a surprise, but it worried all of you sick, nonetheless. But you came together as a family, helping him through it, and in the end, Noah bounced back.

Now that it was the holiday season, time with Jolly was the most important thing to you as it was to him. You took the time to show him many American traditions you grew up with like Christmas light sightseeing, hot chocolate bars, Christmas movie marathons, and many other little things.

Christmas shopping was one of Jolly's favorite things. He loved going to the actual stores versus shopping online, and gladly you followed him around. Watching him pick out small, little things for this family back home in Sweden was the best part of it all. Jolly had certainly become the Merry to you Christmas, and you were so happy to have him as yours.

Late on Christmas Eve, you laid in Jolly's arms listening to Nat King Cole, sipping on your favorite wine. The glow of the Christmas lights reflecting off the fire burning in the fireplace was magical and brought you all the best holiday feelings. You let your mind drift away, wondering what your Christmases would look like once you had a family of your own. "As perfect as this night is, do you ever wonder what will be like once we have a family of our own?" You bolted up, looking back at Jolly. "Our own?" Jolly smiled at you, tucking some of your hair behind your ear. "You're the only girl I want, Älskling, nobody else." You smiled at him, caressing his face and feeling the day's old stubble over his cheek. "I love you, Jolly," you said, kissing him softly. "I love you, too, Älskling. Merry Christmas."

Nicholas:

"Hanson! Really, Nick?" Your laughter lifted Nick's spirits unlike anything else this year. He spun you around as the two of you danced in your living room by the glow of all the lights that the two of you hung a few days ago to Nick's favorite Christmas song. "Yes! It's the best version." "Not Stevie?" Nicholas dipped you, supporting you back and pecking your lips. "Stevie is great, but Hanson is better." He winked at you before placing you back onto your feet.

Nick was happy to be home with you alone, with no plans, no work, no schedule. The snow storm hitting Virginia kept you guys from traveling home to see his family, so you decided to make the best of the holidays by decking out your apartment with all things Christmas, especially mistletoe. Kiss after kiss, Nick hung it up in the stupidest just to have the excuse to kiss you, which you didn't mind one bit. You counteracted by leaving small notes around the apartment for him to find, some of them cute, some of them naughty. It made the whole holiday season a lot of fun.

After the crazy yeah the band had, slowing down and taking time to soak in and appreciate everything that had happened to him was really important. Right after moving in with you, the band left for Europe, followed by festivals and Brazil. He thought for sure all the time spent apart would cause you to second guess your decision of letting him move in with you. But it didn't, and when he got home and things began to slow down, the two of you spent all the time together that you could, adjusting to the decision you made at the beginning of the year, and so far, you were loving it. Getting to wake up to his sweet face every morning was a joy you didn't know you needed, and you grew used to it. It completed you, having Nick home twenty-four seven.

Christmas shopping with him was the best, with every outing ending with coffee from Starbucks. Eventually, you lost track of the amount of times you visited once the cups stacked up to eight each. Nick wasn't one for buying big gifts for his friends and family. He liked the simple, personal things. So it was no surprise to you on Christmas day, that all of your gifts from him were anime characters and Harry Potter stuff, except for one. The last thing you opened was a small silver necklace with a heart that read, "I love you."

Matt:

Matt was not one for the holiday spirit. Christmas was his least favorite holiday, but he knew how much you loved it, so he tried his best to love it just for you. Right after Thanksgiving, you went out together and got a small tree, bringing it back to his place and decorating it with ornaments that you brought over. It was simple but pretty, just the way Matt liked it.

The craziness of the season was the thing that irritated Matt the most. He hated the crowds, and the traffic, and the absolute madness of it all, but watching your face light up every time you passed Christmas decorations and houses that were light up like light bulbs made his heart so happy that he'd give anything to see that look on your face every day. You appreciated Matt's effort despite his heart being two sizes too small for the Christmas spirit. After your quick visits with the guys and his parents, you promised him a cozy little Christmas for just the two of you.

Matt asked you what you wanted, but your answer to him was always the same. "I don't need anything. I have you and that's enough." Your words made Matt love you more, driving him towards the goal of finding you the perfect Christmas gift.

The morning you stepped out into the cold, flurries were all around you. The wind wasn't horrible, but it was bad enough to make you duck and run to the truck. Once inside, Matt was chuckling, earning him a stern look from you. "I thought you loved everything about the Christmas season!" "I do, just not the cold," you whined, rubbing your hands together while cursing yourself for not grabbing your gloves. Matt took them in between his and brought them to his mouth, warming you with his breath. The feeling soothed you immensely, and the look in Matt's eyes made you weak. "Better," he grinned, knowing he was having an effect on you. "Better," you smiled shyly. "Come here," he motioned with his finger, laying his lips on yours. Your quiet moan had him smiling against your lips.

Christmas was here, finally, and you and Matt had managed to pull off the exact one you wanted; warm, cozy, and alone. With all the gifts opened (despite your protests of why he shouldn't have), Matt pulled out one more secret gift from behind his back; a small black box. "It's what you think it is, baby," he gloated. "I want us to get married. That's all I want for Christmas." Your face lit up, as you opened the box. It was a small diamond attached to a medium silver band; simple, very much Matt's style. But it's what was inscribed on the inside that made you start crying: "Our love is something priceless." 

[pokipopii]

MOLD Inanimate insanity

After the show. The second season had ended, and things were going as it was before. But inherently different. Taco was there, so was Balloon, And OJ had decided not to make Taco stay outside like he used to do with Balloon. Because look where that had got him. Not anywhere good. But just like he had promised, Hotel OJ was no more. He had a new one built, not as grand as before, or blindingly orange as before, but it was enough to shelter everyone. Besides Marshmallow and Apple, as well as the ghosts who either didn't want to stay, or couldn't. 

Mephone4 and Mephone3gs had gone off on their own, and nobody was sure where they were, but nobody really wanted to bring them up yet. Not as everyone was adjusting or getting settled. To help ease the dramatic emotional whiplashes of going from characters made for competition to ones who were just left to decide on their own what they wanted, they held game nights in the living room area. Cards, charades, pictionary, just something to keep their minds off it for a while.  These nights made everything feel a little bit calmer, a bit more normal, and like everything would be okay. 

Until one bright and early morning, Apple woke up with the sun. She was the kind of person who’d wake up at 6 am if the sun was out. She went to the bathroom to get cleaned up. She washed her hands, and then her face.. but wait, what was that? A dark squishy spot on her face. “Marshmallow!” She called for her friend, and she came after the second or third call. 

Marshmallow, half asleep, walked into the bathroom and saw Apple standing at the mirror. “What’s it this time Apple? Can’t find your pony?” She looked up at Apple and saw the small dark spot on the right side of her face. “No Marshmallow! I think there’s something wrong! Whatever wrong means..” Apple insists there’s something wrong with her. 

“Ew Apple you probably just need to wash more.” And with that, Marshmallow was heading back to her room with the intention of going back to bed. Apple stood for a while, then washed her face again before leaving. There was no way she was being gross. She washed everyday. But Marshmallow knew more than her, if there was something wrong, she would’ve said something about it. 

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Meanwhile at The Hotel, Taco had been sulking in her room. She wasn’t going out in the sun, or talking to anyone. She felt really depressed about Mepad and Pickle. Microphone came into her room to check on her. Mic knocked on the door. No answer. She opened the door with a gentle push. She was repulsed by the smell that was wafted into her direction. Taco raised her head from her pillow. “Mic? Why are you here?” Microphone rolls her eyes. “You need to leave this room eventually. You’ve been bed rotting for days now. And it’s not even a joke anymore, it smells like rot in here Taco!” 

Taco looked at the floor. “Yes I am aware. I have not cleaned.” She admitted. “Well, have you even seen yourself lately? Probably not because it’s too dark here!” Microphone reaches for the light switch and turns the lights on. Her eyes widened at the appearance of Taco. She screamed with her entire mic volume. The scream was making Taco panic. “What, what is it?” Microphone didn’t even know what to say. Mushrooms, so many spores coating her shell and meat. The tomatoes weren’t holding on well either. 

“I think.. We need help.” Microphone took Taco by the arm, and she tried to tug away at first. She didn’t want to leave her dark room, but the panic in Mic’s eyes made her know that this must be important. So, she went with her. As they walked out, everyone in the living room stopped to stare. “We need Test Tube! Where is she when you need her?” Microphone yelled for Test Tube before being told to just go to her lab outside. It was just a room outside disconnected from everything else in The Hotel. 

Taco knocked on the door while Mic tried to prepare what she’d say to Test Tube. “Sorry I think my friend grew fungus” isn’t really a line she thought she’d be saying. Test Tube came and let them in. She took one look at Taco and shook her head. “Haven’t been taking care of yourself, have you?” She said with a passive aggressive tone. Taco felt her pride sink as she felt humiliated about forgetting to care for herself. “Sorry, that was not professional.. I know you were sitting in that dark room, and mold loves damp, dark places. We could try to just scrape the fungus off your shell and replace the meat and lettuce inside.” 

Taco looked up at test Tube and nodded. Test Tube knew she wasn’t exactly qualified for this procedure, but she had the equipment, and they didn’t exactly have an on-sight doctor. microphone piped in. “Even after that, couldn’t she just re-mold?” Test Tube shook her head again. “If the food contestants could mold, they would have already done it years ago. No, this is a case of self neglect.” Microphone didn’t like Test Tube’s tone of dismissal, but she was the most scientifically educated here. What did she know about science? “Alright Taco, just get the procedure done and after you need to clean up after yourself. We don’t have the money to keep this up.” 

Taco lies on the operating table asleep. Test Tube was literally pulling up Wikipedia articles to help her perform this surgery. Her and every other plastic surgeon.  Carefully with a scalpel she scraped off all the fungi off her shell. She tried her best not to crack the stale, brittle shell as she scraped, but needless to say, a few cracks had formed. After a successful surgery, meaning that Taco didn’t die, she sat up and looked at herself in a mirror. “Huh. I suppose this is my new look.” She muttered as she ran her fingers over the blue splotches and cracks on her shell. 

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Tonight, everyone had gathered for game night in the lounge. Trophy sat on the couch, after being banned from game night. “Alright everyone, last night I had Toilet draw some cards for a memory match game” OJ announced to anyone who was there. He began to lay out cards. Taco, Microphone, Paper, Tissues, Salt, Pepper, Bomb, and Bot were all in a circle. In pairs of two, the team with the most cards won. The first round, Tissues and Paper had won because his sneezing had kept distracting the other teams. The second round Salt and Pepper won because Salt wanted a reason to impress OJ. And the last round Bomb and Bot had won, because of luck in the card arrangement. 

“Hah! We won!” Bot exclaimed to the other teams. “Y-Y-Y-Yeah!!” Bomb adds, as they were both proud of their win. Taco and Microphone had expected to win at least one round, but the game was so fun that they didn’t mind losing. That’s how it should’ve always felt. Taco thought to herself.

Now it was time for bed, and OJ had to help the ones who had trouble sleeping to bed. YinYang, Bot, and the Cherries. In that order. OJ knew that if given the chance, YinYang would try to never sleep again. More specifically Yang. “I know you don’t want to sleep, Yang, but you both need to rest. And put the soda down, it’s caffeinated!” OJ tried to talk some sense into them. “Never! I will never need sleep! I am supreme overlord Yang! Oh hush, I am tired.” They fought with each other. “You guys, if you don’t go to bed, I’m going to take your stupid dinosaur!” OJ threatens, not sure of what else to do. Yang immediately shuts up. He didn’t particularly have an affinity for the dinosaur, but Yin did. Yin loved that plush, and he wouldn’t be the reason they lost it again. 

“I will go to bed. let’s go, Yin.” They walked away. OJ sighs and then goes to Bot. They didn’t exactly need sleep, but they needed to charge each night, and they couldn’t ever figure out the wires on their own. “Thanks for helping me,” they said, excited to rest for a while. “It’s no problem Bot, you’re the easy one.” He sighed, plugging in the wire to their back. Loud footsteps came running to their room. Heavy panicked footsteps. The Cherries ran into the room. “OJ!” OJ turned to see what was wrong and was horrified to see that they looked squishy.. dark squishy spots on them. The left Cheery couldn’t stand properly. OJ ran over. “Cherries?! What happened?” “We don’t know. It just happened. Like over a few days.” They responded. “Well how many?” “Eight.. Nine? Please just help” OJ didn’t really need anything else. 

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With that, another trip to the lab. This time Test Tube seemed more concerned. “This is the second time someone came in with mold. Maybe it’s not just bad hygiene.” OJ looked confused. “Second? Who was the first? And if there was already one case, why didn’t you say anything?!” OJ got in her face. The cherries just sat in the chair, feeling weird. “Well, Taco is just a mess right now, how should I know it wasn’t just a lack of bathing?” “Well maybe because-!” OJ was cut off by Marshmallow running into the room, carrying Apple on her shoulder. “Make that the third case” Test Tube sighs. “Call in all the food objects, there’s something going on, and we need to stop it.” 

7 objects, all happening to be a food item. Blueberry, Cherries, Marshmallow, Taco, OJ, Cheesey, and Pickle. stood before Test Tube. “So, everyone, it appears there’s been a decay in your health. That being rot. I know that Taco’s meat should’ve been the first one to start to mold, and based on her coming to me first, I can conclude that to be accurate. I just need to figure out how long I have before you all mold completely.” Test Tube knew she had a lot of weight on her shoulders, but after seeing Apples face squishy and withering away, she needed to help with her knowledge. 

She had the Objects in a sort of quarantine center as she studied and researched how to make food preservatives, anything to slow down, or even stop the rotting all together. She thought maybe about dumping out OJ and refiling him with new juice, but with his size, they'd need many oranges. And they'd already used them all for eating, drinking, and some just rotted. But Then she found it, thanks to the golden arches. A food preservation method that would keep them from not molding for years and years. She came to the room with her conclusion a few days later. Blueberry was basically a push away from being mush. One of the Cherries had to be dragged around behind the other because one could still stand. OJ had mold growing on the side of his glass. Apple was browned and shriveled. Squishy. Taco and Pickel both kept growing fungus because Pickle was damp with vinegar and Taco hadn't fully gotten rid of the fungi in the first place. mold wise, Cheesy was the worst. He was absolutely covered in the fuzzy blue mold. “I have found a method of food preservation. It’s strong, and will keep you all alive. I think. But seeing your alternative..” Test Tube paused. She was sure she had found a solution.

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After getting her hands on the concoction of chemicals she mixed them together to make food preservatives. She tested it on some fruit and they lasted a few days with no bad effects. 

Taco sat on her bed in the room staring at the ceiling. She had nothing to do, no one to talk to, she could feel her body rotting. Being reclaimed by the earth. Pickle itched at the spores embedded in his flesh. “So itchy..” he whimpered, holding back tears. The fruit object had practically no life left. Blueberry had been the first to die, he didn’t last very long. The cherries were bedridden and hardly moved or spoke. Their four eyes just occasionally scanned the room. Apple didn’t stand well either, but she still responded well. “Hey marshmallow.. Do you think we’ll be okay?” Marshmallow just held her hand tighter. She didn’t answer that question. 

The air was so thick with mold and fungus spores, and the smell of rot. Test Tube started to enter with a mask on. “Hello! Oh. Oh my.” She finally saw Blueberries corpse, her mouth dropping. “Why did you say anything!?” Test Tube shouted. Pickel angrily retorted, his voice still hoarse. “We did! We banged on the walls and screamed for an hour. But you couldn’t hear us!” He barked those words at her. Test Tube nodded. “I see, I must’ve soundproofed this room sometime in the past.” 

Test Tube left and came back later with a trash bag, disposing of his body. She came back, forgetting to put her mask back on, she gagged on the air in that room. “Oh ew!” Apple just looked up at Test Tube, her eyes heavy. “Who are you going to save first?” She spoke with a lackluster tome. “I was thinking about the Cherries. They don’t seem so well.” Test Tube picks the up, leaves, and shuts the door behind her. 

.

Days later, the Cherries didn’t come back. They all kept rotting in that room. “You guys, I can’t do anything to help you right now, but I don’t think we should just keep waiting around for Test Tube to show up again.” OJ proclaimed. “Well what do you think we should do? She isn’t very spore-ific about details!” Cheesey slaps his knee at his own pun. He spent most of his time there trying to use dark humor to cheer everyone up, but he was failing miserably. “We do nothing. We just need to wait. I know Test Tube and she wouldn’t just leave us like this.” Taco insisted she knew everything about everyone, because she thinks she is slick. 

Test Tube stood in her lab, the Cherries had died, but how? They were preserved! The preservatives were too strong and must’ve killed them that way. Yeah that was it. Test Tube was trying to convince herself that she knew how to save them. That she knew what she was doing. But she didn’t. She had less than a clue. She looked on the web again, searching for something less strong. More natural. She got to work on acquiring more ingredients. Despite the weird looks from the store clerks. 

Test Tube decided to try this one on Apple. She dumped the liquid on her. She waited to see if this would finally work. Apple screamed, she screamed and grasped at her flesh, the mush that was left of her former body. Chunks fell off with a quick fall to the floor. The preservatives on rotten food did nothing good. Preservatives slow mold, not kill it. Mycotoxins form with this procedure, and it basically poisons them painfully till they die. Test Tube learned this after two tries.. and a mishap. But now she had nothing to go off of. She couldn’t preserve what was left of them. She couldn’t save them. But now what? What would she do? 

. 

Cheesey sat in the corner of the room, facing the wall as he tried not to move too much. Mold on the walls, the floor, the air. It was everywhere. OJ was talking to Taco. Normally he would never do this. Never dream of talking to Taco. But OJ’s mold was mostly in his glass-  head area. It slowed his speech to sound almost drunken. “Taco.. meh.. remember in season one, when I said I wouldn’t be threatened by Mexican food? I miss that.” Taco nodded. “We all used to quarrel over such childish things, didn’t we? Can’t it be that simple once more?” 

Pickle was itching so hard it was tearing into his flesh. The fungus was bearable for Taco in the way that her shell was too thin for the fungi to embed itself into her body. But for Pickle, it grew through his body, deep into his flesh. Test Tube entered the room with her mask. “Alright everyone. I brought a nice dinner today. Steak and potatoes. Hehe. Don’t worry, I’m working hard trying to find a solution. But in the meantime, just enjoy the meal. 

Pickel, OJ, and Taco all got a plate. Cheesey insisted he was not hungry. “She can’t save us. Can she..?” Taco said through a bite of steak. “If she could, she would’ve done it by now. She wouldn’t be giving us a gift.” OJ replied, he ate and cried at the same time. “What a refined last meal” Pickel said in sarcasm to try to make light of the situation. 

.

Test Tube sat at her desk. Searching for food restoration. Nothing. No results. Notta. Her heart ached at losing hope, but she saw no other option. She logged off her computer and went for a walk. In the woods, as she walked the trail slowly, she saw a familiar face. Cabby, one of the smartest people she knew. Everyone knew about what was happening in her lab. About her trying to save people. But Cabby knew by that look in her eye, that it wasn’t happening. “So, Test Tube, how’s it going..?” Test Tube sighs. “I’ve failed. There’s nothing I can do. 

“Well Test Tube, if you’ve done all you could, then you did your best. I don’t want you to break yourself fighting for a dying flame. Test Tube raised a brow. “What I’m saying is, you should stop fighting to keep them alive, and instead try to give them a comfortable end.” Test Tube pipes in “I can’t let them die! I won’t do that!” Cabby sighs at this reaction. “Then you will be making them suffer to the end.” Cabby wheels away. Test Tube knew she was right, but either way she didn’t want to let go. 

Test Tube walked back to her lab. She knew what she needed to do. She peeked into the room one last time, before grabbing some wood. She wouldn’t end them herself. She began to board up the door. 

Everyone in the room heard the nails being instilled to the wall. Pickle went up to go look out, but it was nothing but wood against the window. “Are they boarding us in here!?” Pickel spoke to everyone. OJ stepped up to the window. “No.. she wouldn’t..” OJ muttered, feeling his legs trembling. Cheesey began full on bawling now. Everyone was scared now. Alone. Molding. 

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Test Tube covered the door with a bookshelf and sat against the wall. Covering her head  with her hands. “I.. had to. It was right.” Test Tube had gone out and told everyone else that they had died peacefully. That they weren’t in pain. But the four left in the room, their last moments, breathing in the spores of their own rot. Remember children, if you are sure there’s something wrong with you, and a doctor says you’re fine. Don’t trust them just because they have a higher education. Or you’ll mold too. 

[misguidedasgardian]

I need to (5)

... Get warm

MASTERLIST

Summary: The last froze of the season takes you, a sweet summer child, by surprise 

Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Warnings: There are mentions of them being Minors! at some point in their relationship, cursing, cheating, angst, depression, mentions of a inappropriate picture, inappropriate relationship, reader gets a minor injury, might miss some warnings 

Wordcount: 3.2 k

Notes: Uffff I really hope you like this chapter muahaha If you liked cregan by now, with this? will get you on your KNEES muahahaaaaaaaa

You woke up with a bit of  headache, but gods you loved so much being eighteen, a cup of coffee and you were going to shake up the hangover 

Sarah and Jace were already having breakfast, breakfast that Jace had cooked, you refrained from making jokes, as he was clearly trying to impress Sara and it was working considering you could hear her compliments and giggles from the hallway

Last night Jace has given you one of his track team shirts from the high school you went together and some cotton shorts, and you joined them in the bar next to the kitchen

“Mornin’ “, you giggled

“Morning”, chanted Sara

“Coffee?”, asked Jace, offering you a cup, “how you like it”

“I knew I chose you as my best friend for a reason”, you chuckled.

“Gods what a party last night uh?”, laughed Jace, “it was even cooler than homecoming”

“That it was”

“I haven’t been to a party that good like… ever”, you said with a smile, and then you felt a bit embarrassed when you remembered that you were dancing so unapologetically that someone grabbed you by the hand and made you dance in the middle of the huge group that had formed and you danced 

“After last night, you earned the nickname the she wolf of old town”, Jace laughed 

“Ahhh, very funny”, you mocked, taking a sip, “but that is a super cool nickname and I will take it”, you laughed 

“Hey the forecast says it will snow today”, said Sara

“Uh, love that”, you said with a wide smile, “hey, do you both like action movies?”, you asked

“I know why you are asking… and NO!”, said Jace, pointing at you with a fork

“Please Jacey!”, you begged childishly, “please, please!”

“What?”, asked Sara

“The new Arthur Dyne Movie”, you said with a smile, “the fourth one!”

“Please don’t make me, I’ve seen it a thousand times!!”

“You can’t possibly get bored! the action sequences? the lights? the music? the scenery? They are a masterpiece!”

“You know what? Cregan likes that sort of thing, ask him”,

“I like what?”, he asked, genuinely interested, looking straight at you, coming from the bedroom

“(Y/N) Wants to see the new Arthur Deyne”

“I love those movies”, he said, taking a cup that Jace offered, he looked at you and smiled softly, “I will take you”, he said

“Great”, you smiled widely

. . .

In the middle of spirit week, you had been swarmed with work from your courses, and dived right into it, and that, and your new and big group of friends, and all the excitement of the competition, and the activities… 

You didn’t even had the time to think about the unmentionable 

Everytime you thought of him, the wound still felt fresh, you felt like someone squeezing your heart inside of your chest 

But that was only when you remembered him

It wasn’t all bad, he was also your friend, and even though he was selfish and an narcissist, you missed having someone by your side, he was your boyfriend, before he went to school he was focused, he cheered you own, to his own agenda, but still, he was someone you could talk to, debate with, someone smart who always had something interesting to share with you

Yes he judged you once when you told him you wanted to watch “how to lose a knight in one moon”, he was a snob, but still.

At one point, you were good together, when you arrived at Dragonstone, you had taken the castle by storm, well, at least, he had, with you helping him a bit

But you had to learn that that happens, people separate, they grow out of each other.

For you, the moment you saw with another woman it was over, you were just sad because when you started dating, and were two sixteen year old horny kids, you had a good time, Aemond was you friend, you trusted him, you felt comfortable with him, he was quiet, mature, and somewhere along the line he became so full of himself 

In highschool he was different, he was sweet and kind. He had changed so much.

Was the baby his?

That was certainly going to put a bump on his career

And his reputation 

You felt your phone ringing, and you jumped, cursing yourself, you didn't even know why you always jumped when your phone rang, you believed that piece of technology to be some sort of portal through which the unmentionable could get to you, but he hadn’t you had blocked everything related to him, but still

When you picked it up, it showed you the strange number calling again, you hang up before you even picked it up  

You tried to go back into sketching what you were seeing for your “representation” class, and then, your phone rang again

And again, it was the same number. You groaned, this time, you picked up 

“Thank you for the enthusiasm, but i’m very happy with my current internet plan, thank you”, you snapped 

“I’m glad to hear it”, you stopped in your tracks, as you recognized that voice immediately, “but that is not why I’m calling”

“Dean Rhaenys”, you whined, “I’m so very sorry”, she chuckled darkly over the phone

“It’s alright, how is Winterfell?”, she asked

“It’s everything I’ve dreamed off, but a bit chilly”, you admitted, you hear her chuckle

“I’m happy for you”, you could tell, you could almost see her smiling, “look, I reached out to you for something, quite important”, you looked around and walked until you could sit in a bench, away from all the passing students, the bench was cold and you shivered, even with a thick jacket, scarf and beanie, the cold clang to your body

“Did something happen?”, you asked, inviting her to continue

“Normally, we, as a school, wouldn’t meddle in student’s relationships”, she said strangely, “but, 

we couldn’t help but notice that you entered our campus in a relationship with Aemond Targaryen”, she continued

“Yes I was”, you told her

“... Is that the reason you left our school so suddenly? you mentioned, in our last interview that you chose this school for love and you didn't have that love anymore”, geez she was smart and quick, nothing escaped her

“It was, we… broke up”, you choked out

Even though you were freezing, you felt your neck sweaty, you looked around with urgency, but the courtyard was mainly empty at this time of day

“Is the reason for your split, the inappropriate relationship he was maintaining with a member of our staff? Professor Alys Rivers?”

Breathe

You could lie, I mean, she wasn’t looking at you

But the thing is, that in the seconds you took in answering, she already knew the answer

“Yes”, you said back, it was of no use lying to her

“Like I said, this faculty does not care about relationships between students, but is much different, when it is brought to our attention that is a professor is in a relationship with student, even though they don’t belong in the same department”

You took a shaky breath

It was out 

“I didn’t do anything”, you whispered, “I saw them with my own eyes and…”

“A picture started circulating”

“What picture?”, you whispered

“The picture consisted in both of them engaging in sexual activities, on school grounds”

No

No, no, no, could it be? no, impossible, you didn’t send it to anyone, nobody hacked you. A certain anxiety started to take a hold on you

What if?

What if it was an accident?

What if that night you drank too much margaritas with Jason and Cersei you actually shared it? like you whined you wanted to do…

What if you were so dumb you sent it to your insta stories just for a mistake??

You started to second guess every time you grabbed your phone

“Oh”, you whined, tears welled in your eyes

“Well, Alys Rivers had been terminated, she does not longer works at this educational establishment”, she said severely, “she threatened to sue, for her state of pregnancy, but we had no choice but to share the picture, she refrained from suing us, if we didn't include this on her record, but she mentioned, that you were the one that took it”

If I fall, I’m taking you with me

That how it goes

You paused

“If I was the one, would I be in trouble?”, you asked, and there was silence on the other line

“No, the source of the picture was untraceable, as the inter phone connection service leaves no trace”, she said calmly, she wasn’t even mad, but she sounded tired, “we just needed corroboration on the story”, she said sincerely

“Please, I know it doesn't sound believable, but I didn’t share it, i swear, I never meant for anyone to get fired, please you have to believe me, I just wanted to leave I never meant for this to happen, this isn’t some sort of revenge”

“Did you show the picture to anyone?”, she asked

Maris… 

“No”, you said simply, you lied, you couldn’t tell her 

“I appreciate your honesty miss”, she said softly, “but we cannot allow this kind of behavior in our school, teachers having relationships with students, even though they share no classes, is unacceptable”, you breathed a sigh of relief

“What is going to happen?”

“We fired Professor Rivers, but sadly, Aemond’s family threatened to sue us”, she said, “so he remains in our school, if we allow him to continue his studies, he won’t pursue a defamation claim, and your name as the author of that picture will remain hidden”

There was another silence

“I know you are not looking at me right now, i know you might not believe me, and I wish I could take a polygraph test, but please, I want you to know, that I did not send that picture to anyone, is the last thing I wanted”

“I believe you Miss (Y/N)”, she whispered, you took a long breath, “because we have other students coming forward, as witnesses of the affair, and they also might have taken pictures”, you sighed another breath of relief

You might not have been the one to blame

“I’m so sorry, for everything”

“This is no way your fault”, she said, “I wish you would have said something sooner, in fact”

“Like I said, I didn’t want anyone to get in trouble”

“So altruistic”, she said, “and kind, that is exactly why I send that letter to the Dean in Winterfell, telling them to accept you”, she said kindly

“You really did that for me?”, you asked

“They normally don’t take students half year, but they made a exception for you”

“Thank you, this school really is what I always dreamed of”, you confessed

“I’m happy I did then”, she said

“I’m sorry for what happened”

“You don’t have to be, things tend to fall for their own weight”, she said, “well, I just called to corroborate the story, thank you for being truthful and insightful”

“You are most welcomed”, you said

“I wish you the very best miss”

“You too”, and just like that he hang up

You took a shaky breath, looking around, you didn’t know what to think, what to believe, you checked your phone, the picture, all your socials and search history, your emails, all of it

There was no trace of you ever sending anything

To anyone

Nobody could… nobody had even got close to your phone

Aemond got bored of doing so, because you never talked to anyone, and it was actually kind of boring

You then looked up, like a bulb had turn on over your head

Holy shit

You ran back to the cafeteria, where you knew your friends were finishing eating their lunch

They all looked at you wide eyed

“What is it?”, asked Jace

“Do any of you know how to hack a phone?”, you asked quickly 

“You are scaring me”, chuckled Jace, you looked at Cregan who was looking back at you 

“I need to know, the history of the things I’ve send through airdrop”, you whispered, “or if a picture have been sent and trough what”

“That is very specific”, muttered Ben, “but I think I can help you out”

“Great”, you grabbed him and took him with you without saying another word

Until you were alone in the library

“You can’t show this picture to anyone”, you muttered, “not one person”

“Alright, you are starting to scare me”, and then you showed him

“This is your boyfriend with the teacher?”, he asked, and you nodded, “Geez”

“This photo got leaked, and I didn’t send it to anyone”, you insisted, “I don’t know what happened”

“Do you actually know this is the picture that got leaked?”

“No… but what are the chances? they said it was a sex picture taken in the school”

“Let’s check”, he whispered, connected your phone in his computer and started typing 

“Hey what’s going on?”, asked Jace, as he came close with Cregan, you smiled nervously

“A picture from my phone got leaked and someone got fired”, you explained, Ben looked at you, “and I didn’t send it”, you explained, “I don’t know what happened”

“In the information from the picture, it says that it was send one time, through airdrop, to “Maris’ phone bitch”, he said, arching an eyebrow

“Fucking Maris?”, you whined, “I almost got sued because of her!”, you whined

“IS THAT “THE” PICTURE?”, asked Jace, you nodded

“What’s in the picture?”, Cregan asked 

“NOTHING!”, said Ben, Jace and you at the same time 

“Delete it”, said Jace, “deny it all, airdrop doesn’t leave a trace, not when you receive it”, you looked at Ben and nodded, and he deleted the picture 

Jace looked at you

“Its over”

It was certainly not over yet…

. . .

One of the competitions of spirit week was “dressing” your faculty, or at least only the hall, in a certain way, with a certain theme

Your building was the newest one, it was in a major part concrete, glass and metal railings, so you and your classmates had said that you would place plants, wallflowers, and dressed the main hall with greenery and flowers, plants in pots, making it look like “nature” took over

It was going on beautifully, so much so, you as the whole class were going to ask the directors of the faculty of Architecture, design and arts to leave it like that once it was over

You had proposed the idea, so you were most looking forwards to the competition

You were standing over a chair, trying to place one of the bindweeds over the wall, in the tip of your toes, playing with your own stability, but you were so close

“That should go up”, you heard behind you, and when you did… you froze

That voice

You lost your balance, frightened out of your mind, and you fell off the chair

you managed to use your hands to tray to stop to smash your head on the concrete of the floor, but your ankle falled in a bad position, trying to catch you, and you ended on on your side on the floor, in a huff of pain 

“Are you alright!?”, your classmate that was with you hanging the bindweed ran to your side, jumping off the chair graceful as a gazelle, and checked your ankle

But you only looked up, scared

There she was

Looking down her nose at you

Those haunting green eyes 

“Alys”, you called, scared

“Does your ankle hurt?”, asked the sweet girl you looked at her apologetically

“A bit”

“Oh, that was a pretty nasty fall… I hope is not broken”

“Professor Alys”, called the secretary of the Arts department, “the director of the school of arts will see you now”, she said with smile, completely ignoring you, and Alys gave you one last nasty look before walking away from you

No no no no no

No please

“She is for the post of a new arts professor for the Art academy”, whispered the girl you were with, you looked at her in horror, “she looks kind of witchy doesn’t she?”, she asked innocently 

She help you stand up, and you whined in pain 

. . .

A sprained ankle

FUCK!

Sara gave you a pack of ice and you smiled softly at her as you placed it in your ankle, you called her and she came to the infirmary with you, and then she decided, as Jace offered her, to bring you to the boys apartment.

Outside was snowing, it was awfully chilly

“Do the girls live here now?”, mocked Ben as he entered the place with Cregan, the later one greeted you -who were pitifully seated in their sofa- and then kept going to his room, probably going to change after practice

He and Ben where in the football team

Jace was in trials, the season was about to start. You were looking forward to that.

But then you remembered…

You sniffed, remembering Alys… fucking Alys

Was going to teach in your faculty

Right next door

If you were truly unlucky you could ran into her every day

Every fucking day

Tears fell down your eyes, you wiped them instantly, but it was too late

“Does it hurt so much?”, asked Sara, truly concerned, you shook your head

“What’s going on?”, asked Jace

“I saw her today, Alys”, you whined

“Who is Alys?”, asked Sara

“My professor of plastic arts in Dragonstone”, you told her, “she slept with my boyfriend, he cheated on me with her and knocked her up”

Sara opened her mouth widely, surprised 

“What?”

“It was horrible, but… my roommate stole a picture I took of them with my phone and she got fired”, you whined, “its my fault, and now, she is applying to the post here, at this school…”

“What the fuck?”, asked Jace

“She knows I took it, she hates me!”, you said, “she is going to make my life miserable”

“The witch from the picture?”, asked Ben

“The Dean told me they couldn’t put that on her record”, you said, “nobody knows about it”

“And she will join the department”, said Ben

“I never meant to get her fired, but I can’t see her here everyday!”, you whined, “she can make my life miserable, but I can’t do anything… she will know it, I could get in trouble… and… its my fault she got fired, I didn't mean to”

“It's her fault! you didn’t make her bang your boyfriend!”, said Sara

“I left the school, I didn’t tell a soul, I mean, only one person… I don’t know what to do”, you whined

"She is in arts, you are in design, she won't touch you", said Sara, "we will be your buffers..."

"Yeah, lets learn her schedule and avoid her, its called antistalking", said Jace

Unknown to you, Cregan was listening. But he came back to his room, grabbed his phone and dialed a number 

“Uncle Bennard”, he greeted, “I’m good thanks… Do you have a meeting with the board of the school today?”, he asked, “Alys Rivers can’t teach in this school”, he nodded, “she does not share the morals and profile of this university… yes… I’m certain of my words… thank you”

And he hanged up the call 

He got out of his room and you all looked at him, you wiped your tears and smiled at him, sincerely, not knowing of what just happened

“Anyone in for a marathon of the Arthur Dayne movies?”, he asked, “let’s order pizza”

“YES!”

“WUHUUU”

"I'm already on it!", offered Ben

“For fucks sake”, whined Jace

more notes : I’m running out of creating counterparts of movies and such… real ones might pop up

😂

“Sea Snake” = Titanic

Maegor with Cyrese and Tyanna = John F Kennedy, Jackie and Marilyn 

How to lose a knight in a moon = “How to lose a man in ten days” 

The she-wolf of old town = The wolf of wall street

THE ARTHUR DAYNE! hahaaa = John Wick

taglist! ❤️

@mxtokko @princesssterek @thefandomimagines @iamavailablesstuff @misspascalpunk @sweethoneyblossom1 @ipostwhtifeel @lunamoonbby @ahristata @watercolorskyy @yazzzmints @n4tforlife @littleshadow17 @alexa4040 @speedyballoonpainter @hc-geralt-23 @rayrayredpanda @eralen @yentroucnagol

[bonnyhoddie]

Elements of Disharmony - Pinkie Pie

Victim number 3!

Pinkie Pie!

Lore time!

Pinkie Pie has always been such a happy party pony, who made sure nopony ever felt sad, lonely or forgotten.

So it was a huge shock to the community of Ponyville when she would suddenly start snapping at ponies, and eventually even attacking them, for being too loud.

Some rumour that it was a result of her party cannons, while others theorise that it was a spell that got her, but, the only thing Pinkie can tell you is that, one day, she was fine, and she had fallen asleep after playing with the foals at the school, but, when she woke up the next morning, she awoke to the most painful noises in all of Equestria, only to find upon investigation, that the noises weren't coming from something new that showed up during the night, but from everything she found.

She could hear the sprinkles in her hair, Gummy's blinks, ponies whispering, everything, and it was all too much for her. All the while, the Cake family were talking and laughing like everything was normal, signalling to Pinkie that it was only she who was suffering from the noises.

However, the Cakes noticed something that Pinkie didn't. Alongside her sudden hypersensitive hearing, her cutie mark balloons were now popped, and, from the suffering from her pain, her hair was starting to lose it's bouncy shape.

The Cakes, in all their concern, took Pinkie to the doctors for a checkup on her hearing. However, the results showed that her hearing was fine and not damaged at all, and that, if magic is the cause, they wouldn't be able to tell because all traces of magic were gone.

He gave her a pack of ear defenders, which Pumpkin and Pound Cake later drew her old cutie mark on, to see if that would work. However, they only slightly dampened the noises, but also muffled them, making her ears feel awful, and the noises to feel worse.

In her desperation for the noises to stop, she eventually started snapping at ponies, yelling at them to be quiet and threatening them. However, those threats were always empty, until, one day, when working at Sugarcube Corner, she was yelled at by a stallion for a cake order gone wrong, despite the sign written by the cakes for ponies to be quiet for Pinkie. That was when her threats stopped being so empty.

Pinkie doesn't remember actually hurting the stallion, and awoke to the sight of her stained hooves, which she assumed was simply from her ears bleeding, before she saw the horrified looks of other ponies, and the stallion, beaten and bloody.

Since then, ponies stopped going to Sugarcube Corner if Pinkie was working, and they'd constantly talk in hushed voices, out of fear that PInkie would be around them.

Pinkie was devastated that she made everypony that used to smile whenever they saw her start to cower in fear of getting attacked. Even the Cakes would find themselves locking theirs and their foals doors at night out of fear.

Because of the fear of everyone around her, she became depressed and restricted herself to her room. However, she could never handle silence and isolation, and she'd quickly find herself making imaginary friends in her room, that weren't too loud.