#and while i went with a more casual everyday look here i would love to draw her in something more intricate sometime too

[liquidstar]

another request from cohost! my friend asked for traditional inuk hairstyle like qilliqti, which is what i ended up going with! looking up the hairstyles sent me on a sidequest of looking at a bunch of fashion designers with modern takes on traditional clothes, so i also used some of those! so credits for that under the cut vv

jacket- https://www.instagram.com/p/C3QiKIdO0Jp/?img_index=5 jacket 2 (full fashion show with more angles, and a lot of super cool designs, also really cool music)- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yp_eAzDu8xU patch- https://www.bradorfabrics.com/products/inukchic-iron-on-patches-celestial-narwhal hair originally from the film atanarjuat the fast runner, but the specific screenshot is here https://www.pinterest.com/pin/53480314313400875/

[kenyaru]

STILL HURTS, but not as much hurt | 01

1ST DATE, FOR REAL THIS TIME. synopsis | after getting back together, Bradley wanted to do something nice for the goof that decided to take him back after everything. even though they had been out before, he doesn’t actually recall going out on a real date. Better late than never, he supposes. This date, however, doesn’t go exactly as planned.. genre | fluff, date during the day!, mixed pov, bradley somewhat ooc, awkward interactions, reoccuring themes from still hurts (02) pairing | max goof x bradley uppercrust iii (maxley) warnings | none! (unless you fear dates and awkward interactions) word count | 2.69k author's note | hello everyone! finally, here is the awaited (somewhat) prologue of "Still Hurts". Sorry for the delay, I had some midterm exams, but they are over, so this is being posted today :). I hope you guys love this fluffiness and enjoy it just as much as the first two! (spoilers; there's gonna be more coming~) enjoy reading <3 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Come to think of it, Max and Bradley never actually went on a date before, as silly as that sounds. Sure, they went on their casual hangouts at the Bean Scene or skate park, but they wouldn’t have considered it a date, per say. 

And of course, Bradley had to realize this while doing a study session with Max in the library, occasionally looking over to see his love half-asleep reading the Calculus textbook in front of him. No matter how many times he studied and tried to get focused, Max always found a way to doze off. “Max~” Bradley whispered, poking the Goof’s shoulder, causing him to flutter open his eyes, clearly dazed. Just like his inner child told him to, Max most likely, and did, stay up all night playing video games with P.J. and Bobby. “Huh- what-” Max grumbled, his eyes focusing on Bradely, a small smile coming to his face as he stifled a yawn. “Mm..did I fall asleep again?” He asked, sitting up and closing the Calculus textbook, already deciding that he didn’t have the motivation to even look at another equation. 

“You did, and you were nearly done with that problem too.” Bradley said with a soft chuckle, closing his own textbook. He gently moved a bit of Max’s hair out of his face, giving him a reassuring look. “You usually fall asleep, but today you seem extra tired. Work got you down?” Bradley asked, genuine concern heard in his voice. Following their almost breakup, Bradley was doing everything in his power to not only be more open, but show Max that he cared, which he obviously did all the time, but genuinely show his concerns. Like, right now for example. He noticed how tired Max seemed when arriving at the library, how his answers seemed uninterested and like he was struggling to even keep his eyes open. Even late night gaming couldn’t do this to the Goof.    

Max shrugged at the question asked, letting out a full yawn this time as he aimlessly put away his pencils. “I guess, yeah. I feel like everyday’s just waking up, going to class, studying and going to sleep, y’know?” Max explained, a somewhat sorrowful expression on his face. It was unusual for Max to feel this way as he had believed that he wouldn’t let college stress get to him, but this year, that wasn’t the case. He felt like he was falling behind, struggling to catch up and even his free time felt like a detriment to what he had to get done. Bradley asking, though, did make him feel a little better that someone other than his roommates noticed that something was off. Bradley gave him a sympathetic look, deciding to speak on his thoughts earlier instead of waiting until it was the weekend like he had planned. “Well..would you wanna go on a date?” The question caused Max’s face to go red like he had been out in the sun. Surely he hadn’t heard right. “I’m sorry?” “Would you like to go on a date? Y’know, just you and me go somewhere.” Bradley repeated, noticing how Max seemed to fluster at even the mention of it. It was honestly adorable how they had been dating for over a year, yet the Goof still gets flustered over the mention of things that couples do. 

Even though Max was sure they went on dates before, hearing Bradley ask him so bluntly like that made his heart skip a beat. He felt special, wanted. He knows that it might be weird to freak out over being asked out on a date when you’re dating someone, but he couldn’t lie that it made him feel butterflies all over again. “Of course I would wanna go on a date with you!” Max exclaimed, a bit too loudly as he put his red face in his hands. “Sorry..” He grumbled, embarrassed. 

Bradley took Max’s hand in his own, kissing it gently with a soft chuckle. “Awe, my baby is embarrassed.” He teased, causing Max to take his hand away, which only made him laugh harder at his flustered acts. “I’m teasing, Max, come on, pack your stuff up.” Bradley said as he stood up from his seat, swinging his bag onto his shoulder. “Wait, we’re going now?” Max asked, the sudden demand by his boyfriend confusing him as he did so anyways, putting his textbooks into his bag.

“Yeah, why have to wait until the weekend? You don’t have any more classes, right?” Max shook his head, standing up just as Bradley did, following him out of the library and onto the quiet campus. It was mid afternoon after all, and everyone was either in classes or off studying somewhere. Max did have to agree that leaving right now would be the best idea. 

“Okay, to the car then. I have a place that I think you’ll love.” Bradley said confidently before taking Max’s hand and leading him towards the University’s parking lot, pride bubbling in him from the high hopes of being able to surprise his boyfriend with something he would love. 

Well, hoped he would love. _____

What Max didn’t expect to see when Bradley pulled into the parking lot was a huge blue and white building with paintings of several different aquatic animals on the sides. Whales, dolphins, even little sea turtles were plastered on the outside. It could only be one place, and this place, he hadn’t been in years. 

“Did you bring me to an aquarium?” He asked, turning to see Bradley giving him a confident smile as he put the car in park. 

“I did, love. And you’d better like it because we have a few hours here.” Bradley said, though his expression showed that he was kidding, but was full of hope that his boyfriend would like the gesture. He had honestly thought about this idea last minute, but he assumed it would be a good escape for the both of them as there really isn’t much cuter than seeing sea animals living their best lives in their water compartments. 

Max, to Bradley’s relief, gave him that big, goofy, smile that he loved so much. 

“I don’t know, we might just have to go inside and see. And then I’ll tell you if I like it.” Max said, already getting out of the car, his excitement contained by the sly remark. This was somewhere he didn’t think he needed to really go to often, but now that he was here, he realized how much he missed it. 

Bradley followed Max’s lead, getting out of the car and heading behind Max, taking his hand in his own and opening the door for the both of them. They walked into the dimly lit environment flooded with hues of blue and white to resemble being in the ocean. 

“It’s beautiful in here..nothing at all like I remember. Granted, I hadn’t been here since I was little.” Max whispered, more to himself than to Bradley as he watched his lover check in, being allowed to pass through the entrance gates and into the aquarium. 

“I know right? I had a feeling you would like the vibes of it.” Bradley handed Max the map showing all the sections with the different sea creatures, including a cafe on the top floor. Max scanned the map, not sure where to start and decided to simply look over to his left, noticing the dolphin looking back at him through the glass.

“Oh- hello there.” He greeted with a smile, causing Bradley to chuckle softly, joining him next to the tank and watching as the dolphin seemed to greet Max back, spinning around before returning to his position in front of the glass. Max was infatuated, unable to get his eyes off the beautiful creature in which Bradley took out his phone, wanting to capture this adorable moment in a picture. 

Seeing Max’s smile, taking live photo evidence of how happy he seemed in that moment, was enough to make Bradley want to give him the world, or as much of it as he could. 

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Continuing through the many sections of sea creatures, the couple saw big animals like sharks and adult sea turtles to really tiny ones like clownfish and seahorses. Bradley was taking pictures every now and then, wanting to capture each moment so he could look through them when he was down. That was just what Max did to him; lifted him when he was down.

It wasn’t until they were heading up to the cafe that something made Max stop in his tracks, his face a sort of uncomfortable expression. 

“What’s wrong?” Bradley asked, turning back to see that Max had stopped. Max shook his head, trying to play it off, though his gaze aimed past his lover’s. Just as Bradley was about to turn and look, Max quickly repositioned him. 

“No! Don’t look.” He urged. “Sorry..it’s just- that’s Roxanne. The girl I dated in high school.” Max whispered, his voice full of awkward tension. He didn’t feel any harsh feelings towards her or anything, he just felt it was going to be super awkward, especially since he had no clue how she was going to react to his new partner. Of course, they were still friends, but distant friends, and with their busy schedules, rarely spoke. So, it was weird to see her here of all places. 

Just as he was getting his bearings, Max saw Roxanne heading in the direction, causing him to try to hide behind Bradley, who was not interested in his shenanigans. 

“Max, what is up with you? It’s fine- she won’t like, yell at you or anything, right?” 

“No, but it’s gonna be super awkward and when I tell you I don’t want to deal with th-” “Max?” A familiar voice called, causing Max to further hide his head into his boyfriend’s back.

“Please tell me she’s not coming over here-” “She’s coming over here.” “Oh- come on..”Max whispered, moving from behind Bradley with an awkward smile, waving to Roxanne as she approached. She looked relatively the same; ginger hair flowing down her back the way it always did, eyes big and bright. 

“Hey Max! Didn’t expect to see you here.” Roxanne turned to look at Bradley. “Sorry, was I interrupting?” She asked, to which Bradley shook his head, assuring her that it was fine.  “I’m Roxanne, one of Max’s friends from high school.” The way she introduced herself was so casual, like they didn’t have any romantic history and were simply friends. Granted, their ‘romantic history’ was nothing short of the classic high school romance that didn’t work out, but it seemed to be for the better and thankfully, there was no bad blood.

Bradley gave his usual confident smile, putting his hands in his pockets. “Bradley Uppercrust The Third, pleasure to meet you.” Roxanne couldn’t help but smile, nodding in acknowledgement of his name. 

Then, followed silence, very awkward silence. It seemed like no one knew how to continue the conversation or even move forward, especially since neither Max or Bradley knew if the other was comfortable with mentioning their relationship to Max’s former girlfriend. 

It seemed Roxanne wasn’t very fond of the silence either as she swayed her hands a bit before nodding her head towards the stairs. “Soo..you guys were heading to the cafe?”

Max nodded, running a hand through his hair awkwardly. “Yeah, we were just about to go up there.” Roxanne nodded once more.

“I recommend the Aqua Shake. It’s just a blueberry shake, but it has a cute dolphin cookie in the whipped cream.” Roxanne suggested with a somewhat bubbly smile. 

“Oh, you’ve been here before?” Bradley asked. 

“Yeah, I have. I’m only here right now with some cousins-” Roxanne paused, quickly turning to the area she had just come from. “And I realized I should have been watching them. Shoot- it was nice seeing you Max, and meeting you Bradley!” She suddenly exclaimed before heading off, most likely in search of said cousins.

Before Bradley could even process the ending of the interaction, Max had put his hoodie over his head, groaning as he walked up the stairs. “That was so awkward..” 

“It wasn’t too bad.” Bradley commented, walking beside Max as they arrived at the top of the stairs. “She seemed nice. I didn’t know what to say, so I didn’t say that we were dating. Hope that's fine with you.” 

Max hadn’t really considered that yet; letting others know and being so open about his relationship. When all his friends and father knows about it, he tends to forget that people outside of his close knit family aren’t aware. 

“It’s alright. I don’t think I wanted her to know either right now, anyways.” Max said, standing in line and skimming over the menu, spotting the Aqua Shake that Roxanne had suggested. Though the interaction was over, Max wasn’t able to shake the slight tension in his heart, like something was tugging on his heart strings. It felt weird since he couldn’t tell what that feeling was. 

Bradley was already pulling out his wallet, ready to pay for whatever Max wanted and share with him when they got it. Roxanne was an afterthought to him and, even though he knew how Max acted around her in high school, he was in no way concerned about any possibility of him regaining feelings or something like that. He saw how that ended last time. It didn’t seem to bother Max either, at least from what he could see. As Max told him when they first started dating, he and Roxanne ended things pretty smoothly. 

After ordering the shake and some curly fries, the couple left to go eat in the car, wanting to leave soon after as it was already approaching the evening. 

Sitting in the car, the couple got comfortable, busting out the straws and sharing the aquatic shake. It had blue and white patterns, with the dolphin cookie on top, which Max happily broke in half and shared with his other half. 

“Okay, Roxanne was right- this is super good. Especially the cookie with the whipped cream. Did you try it?” Max asked, a big smile on his face as he ate the cookie once more. 

“I did, just a bite though. This is all too sweet for me, you can have it babe.” Bradley said, handing it to him before putting on Max’s seatbelt and his own. “Be careful, don’t spill it anywhere.” 

Bradley warned before pulling out of the parking spot, turning on the radio to play their shared playlist on the way back to campus. This date was definitely a success, but even in the comfort of their favorite songs on the car ride home, he couldn’t shake that something felt weird, off. Or maybe that was just Bradley’s anxieties taking over. 

Max had continued sipping at the blueberry goodness of the overpriced shake that his boyfriend had bought for him, making occasional glances to the left towards the blonde. He hated to admit it, but after getting back together, he felt this tension, like something was pushing them apart even though there was really nothing wrong. Right? 

Bradley had pulled into the parking lot almost mindlessly as he turned off the car and looked out the window for a moment, mind focused on analyzing every moment of the date. Did he do the best he could? Was Max actually happy? 

“Brad?” 

Max called, only to get no response from his love.

“Bradley?” 

Max said again, confused as to why he was receiving no answer, concern etched on his features. 

“Bradley!”

Max’s voice pulled Bradley out of his thoughts, turning his head to face his love. He was wiping his hands off from the stickiness of the shake and had already unbuckled his seat belt. 

“We’re here. Are you okay? You zoned out for a bit, there.” Bradley nodded, taking off his own seatbelt and leaning in to gently kiss Max’s cheek. Though his mind was reeling, he gave Max his usual smile. 

“I’m alright. Come on, let's start heading back.”  ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

[crystallizsch]

ian, i have a question regarding your ocs if you don’t mind!! we often see your ocs in their nrc uniforms or in event outfits, but what would their everyday outfits look like and/or how would they dress if they could get their hands on their dream wardrobe (i.e. no limitations by idk… being whisked into a new world with no money or belongings)? in the same vein, do any of them have body mods like piercings or tattoos?

partially motivated by the aspect that clothing can reveal a lot about a person/character and one of my first questions for ocs being “okay now what piercings does this dork have” :>

also hiiii new moot, i’m still super giddy about that :]

OO HI HI THIS WAS REALLY FUN TO THINK ABOUT CASUAL OUTFITS HERE THEY BE 💥💥💥

okay uh unskippable monologue below the cut beware because i just went on a design/outfit tangent hfndndjd

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SURPRISINGLY (other than in her intro post) i think i’ve only drawn yuusha in her main casual fit in these posts with jamil -> (💜) (💜) (💜) where they’re in kinda like their silly dating arc which i dont know where to place in their relationship timeline so i just figured it’s an au of some sort

(firstly i’m not 100% aware of fashion/clothing terms so forgive me, i’m just gonna use the generic terms)

ANYWAYS yuusha loves loose fits or just generally clothing that feels comfy and breathable if that makes sense, especially around her upper torso because sometimes it makes her feel self-conscious that she doesnt have a noticeable chest.

the way i would describe her casual clothing is just like- effortless-looking clothing while still managing to look nice/pretty/fashionable somewhat. she dresses for comfort AND style.

she’s fine with tight/flexible pants though, like leggings so she can move around more freely and that it’s breathable.

other than that, overall she just likes casual/warm/cozy fits that aren’t too “loud” like, just monochrome and soft colors.

but when it comes to special events, she’s more confident in dressing like a gentlemanly lady killer while still keeping that feminine vibe bc what better way to channel your feminine prowess is by beating the guys at their own game.

personally i could never do piercings/tattoos but i LOVE seeing them on others. (for piercings the most im kinda comfy having/giving my ocs with is ear piercings but otherwise it’s awesome seeing different kinds of piercings/tattoos when it comes to others) so for yuusha, i think the most she’d be willing is a few tattoos and some ear piercings.

also omg matching couple tattoos aaagh maybe i’d give yuusha and jamil one post-nrc

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fun fact: when i was designing yuuna, their features weren’t usually my go-tos when making personas (the only thing was my usual was hairstyle and eye color) bc i thought i’d be over and done with twst after a bit (but look where i am now and yuuna had quite grown on me 😔)

theyre my pink barbie doll where i channel all the whimsy, cutesy fashion choices that i wish i could wear lmao 😭

similar to yuusha, they’d wear anything regardless of gender presentation. but their preference leans towards more feminine.

yuuna’s fashion choices are definitely more “loud” like more patterns, more brighter colors, etc. anything to stand out. (i know it doesn’t show in the doodle i did but hfbdjsjs i love outfit designs but i'm not super skilled in that area yet) they also like warm/cozy outfits but instead of monochrome colors, it’ll be more colorful.

and if THEY COULD, i can see them in various kinds of lolita fashion. yuuna would absolutely walk around in those if they could.

(thanks again to @/0honeybones0 for the name dividers 🙏💕)

[hymnserendipity]

Alchemist Kenma's creation

Smut, no gender mentioned, Age up

All you remember is a great darkness and then an accentuation of a thousand sensations as you open your eyes for the first time in front of your creator, the man you love, who forged you from nothing with his love and who you swore to serve and revere from the bottom of your heart.

"...my perfect puppet." Kenma smiles a little creepy, looking excited. Everyday he would brush your hair and remember you the rules. "I'm your creator, the one whose orders you will obey without question. is that clear?" suddenly his tone became more unfriendly and his eyes went blank. "Yes, creator." he seemed a little surprised that you agreed so easily, but he was glad. you were perfect, just like Kenma always wanted. He studied alchemy for ages before being able to create you as his personal serve.

"hmm...my little puppet." he stroked your hair, gently messing it up on purpose to see your reaction.

"Yes, creator." he chuckled and smiled, looking absolutely pleased. he suddenly cupped your cheek in his hand and pulled you closer.

"you're quite obedient and submissive... as expected of my puppet. keep it up." he finally pulled away and looked at you intently.

"follow me, my little creation. and remember... you have no one but me. do not forget that." Kenma turned around and walked to the door. "Yes, creator." You follow him and he glanced back to make sure you were following him.

"Good, good. be a good puppet and follow me closely." he smirked, not slowing down his gait even for a second, he knows that the pace could be exhausting for you, but he doesn't care, because he believes that puppets don't feel pain. After a short while, you find yourself in a large room. There is a bed and a desk covered with various papers and an unfinished mechanism. Kenma sat down at his desk and casually gestured for you to stand beside him.

"Good... just stand there and don't make a sound." he began to write something in a notebook, occasionally looking at you with a slight smirk. He was perfect, he was the definition of love for you.

"You are so quiet... so good and obedient. perfect." He always praise you, and you lived of his praises.

Kenma liked how you were always close to him and obeyed. It's as if you really had no free will, no thoughts of your own. he really believed that you are a real puppet, without feelings and desires... "Hmm... you know what's really cool about you? that I created you in the image that I wanted. I thought about how you would look, what color hair, eyes... every detail of your body, your skin, your face. and I also gave you the personality that I need... that's awesome, I'm such a talented genius." Kenma looked at you more closely and smiled.

"You are so beautiful. And all mine." "I'm glad you like me, creator." You smile full of love. Kenma laughed and grabbed your chin with two fingers, forcing you to look at him.

"Like? no, I absolutely love you, my puppet."

Your heart melt in happines. He let go of your chin, and he began to go through his papers, obviously looking for something. "Hmm... where is it..." Kenma muttered to himself, sorting through different blueprints, diagrams, and notes.

"Found it!"

Kenma pulled out a sheet with your design.

"I must say that i made a pretty good job. I've never created a more beautiful puppet before." He sits in a chair, pointing to his lap. "Well, are you going to stand there all day? Come here, sit on my lap." You look at him full of gratitude, being able to sit on creator's lap!

"What am i made of?" You suddenly ask. Kenma smirkes and puts his hand on your waist, sitting you down on his knees and pulling you close. He was looking up at you and was very, very pleased with himself.

"My little puppet... you're not made of wood or metal, if that's what you're asking." He laughs and suddenly tightens his grip on your thigh.

"You're more like... a perfect human dummy. your skin, hair, even your tears, it's all very real." Kenma touched your face, caressing your cheek.

"I created each cell of your perfectly beautiful body... you're nothing more than my pretty creature." He looked at you intently, and you smile.

"Hmm... it's interesting, if you are so... human, then can I... use you the way I want?"

"Yes, creator!" You were hoping to be more usefull for him, and you secretly always wanted to touch his body while helping him bathe. You stand up. "Please teach me how to pleasure you, creator." You beg. He was not expecting such an immediate response, but he was definitely happy about it.

"Ah... I knew you would be a good, obeying puppet." Kenma smirked and gestured you to get closer.

"You are now to listen and do everything I say... got it?"

"Yes, master"

"Good pet."

Kenma grabbed you under the chin and looked up at you, he obviously enjoyed having you so close to him.

"First you need to unbutton my shirt, darling..."

Kenma watched you slowly unbutton his shirt, keeping his eyes on your face. he was curious what expressions you would make when executing his commands.

"Hmm... that's it, my gorgeous creature. you are doing great." He looked very smug, enjoying your obedience. He wanted to take control of you and test your limits.

"You know... you can't say no to me... I am your creator and I give the orders. Got it, you pretty thing?" You nod energetically, all you ever wanted was to pleasure him. "I want to pleasure you, master." Kenma chuckled and suddenly grabbed you by the hips.

"Oh, so you want to please me? Then do it... be a good and obdient little puppet for your creator, my dear." "Teach me, master." Kenma looked at you intently, studying your face and reaction

"Hmm... you're so perfect... so obedient to me, you're my absolute favourite puppet."

He suddenly grabbed your wrist and pulled in another position of his lap, sitting you on his knee. He put his hand on your hip again and suddenly squeezed.

"Sit close and listen to me, darling, don't move unless I say so." He ran his hand across your waist and continued looking at you, taking in your appearance.

"You're so beautiful... I spent so much time creating you, and the result is... perfect. and mine to do as i please" His hand suddenly went under your shirt, and he touched your skin making you gasp and blushing with a gentle smile. He chuckled, finding your facial expression quite cute, and he began to slowly run his hand up and down your waist.

"Ahh... such a pretty puppet. you look so cute when you're flustered." "Creator... Why am i hot down there?" Kenma suddenly stopped his movements, he chuckled slightly and looked at you with a smirk.

"hmm... you're really so innocent, aren't you?" He ran his hand over your thigh, caressing it softly.

"Why are you so hot down there, my darling? is that because of me?" Kenma continued to caress your thighs, his gaze running all over your body. "Please creator, all i want is to touch you and please you."

"Your body's quite sensitive huh... you're so easily excited. Does having my hands on you like this make you feel good, my pretty puppet?.." He leaned closer to your ear.

"Listen to me, sweet, obedient little thing. are you excited?.. do you like having my hands all over your body like this?" He whispered softly next to your ear. "Yes, creator." He chuckled, he seemed to like your responses..

"Ah... such an honest little thing. you're good, my dear. so good and so obedient."

His hand went from your thighs to your stomach, and suddenly his fingers went again under your shirt. Kenma whispered close to your ear, a low and smooth voice, very seductive

"I am going toteach you something, my little puppet.. I have something I'd like you to try. for me." "Yes master." Hetook a moment, enjoying the way you obeyed him without question and continued to caress your waist with his hand, his touch was soft and pleasant.

"Hmm... there's somewhere else I want you to touch, darling. Want to guess?.." "Where do you want me to touch, master?" Kenma chuckled, getting more and more amused.

"Hmm, my naughty puppet... such a good listener."

"How about you touch me here?" he suddenly grabbed your hand and gently placed it on his chest and you immediatly start to explore his chest, kissing it and licking his nipples as he let out a moan, his eyes widened. He obviously did not expect you to be so bold as to make such a move. he took a moment, trying to get control of his breathing.

"Ah... oh... you little... naughty puppet..." Kenma's grip on your hip suddenly tightened as he bit his lip, he was obviously trying to maintain his composure. Your touch was really driving him crazy.

"Mmm... you're being daring, aren't you?.. naughty, naughty little thing"

His hand went from your hip to your thigh, caressing it, squeezing it. He was slowly losing control over himself and was starting to find it difficult to hold back. Your touch was very pleasing, and he wanted more of it.

"Ah.. I can't believe you just did that. You're really going to make me lose control.." kenma was barely holding back his moans and, when you stop, had to take a moment to catch his breath, he was getting more and more excited. Kenma looked at you, trying to regain his composure.

"Hmm... it seems like you need me to guide you on how to please me. Ks that right, my little puppet?.. but you did good, you're such a good pet for doing... that..."

"Can you feel how excited you made me, you naughty puppet?.. hmm, I might have to punish you for being so bold.." He took your hand and put it on the bulge of his pants, chuckling at your amazed look, he obviously enjoyed how you looked at him.

"Mm... oh, seems like you noticed. it's your fault, you naughty naughty thing... you made me like this, you know that?"

He suddenly grabbed your hip and squeezed it harder, he was really trying to hold back, he was getting more and more excited, and took a deep breath and started stroking your thighs again, enjoying the way your body would react to his touch.

"Hmm... ah.. you really have no idea what you do to me, my beautiful creature... making me lose control so easily..." Kenma's grip on your thighs tightened and his voice became lower and more seductive as you lick his neck .

"Listen to me, darling... now I want to teach you something new.. how to please your master even better.." "Yes, creator." Kenma smirked, obviously enjoying knowing that you would do what he asked, he ran his hand under your shirt and over your stomach.

"Hmm.. you would do anything for me, wouldn't you?.. such a good, obedient little doll..." "Yes, creator." He whispered in your ear again, he was getting lost in his own pleasure

"Good... that's a good pet. then listen to your master carefully... I want you to use your mouth to please me. Would you do that for me, my darling puppet?" He said while looking at the ground and you suddently understand, as you kneel in front of him. Kenma ran his hand through your hair, enjoying how easily you obeyed him.

"Mmm... you're so easy to control. You obey every single word, don't you? Good pet. Now, use your pretty little mouth to please me. Open wide" He unbotton his pants, leaning back, watching you intently. He was already slightly breathless with excitement, his face looked a little flushed. You open your mouth for him, tongue exposed.

"Mm.. go ahead, my little puppet..." Kenma put his hand on the back of your head, guiding your movements throught his lenght.

"There... mmm.. slowly..." Kenma's voice sounded a bit shaky, he was already very excited, and it was apparent by his breathing. His grip in your hair became a bit stronger, a little rough, as he had to hold back himself and stay in control.

"Oh... there... good... that's it, my puppet... ah.." As you start to use the tip of your tongue he was having a hard time staying calm and collected. Whatever you did with your mouth, it was making him lose his mind, he was slowly going to lose control over his own reactions. He put his hand on your chin and tilted your head, so you would look up at him. He looked a bit messy, his face more flushed, his hair a bit messed up.

"Mm.. my pretty little puppet... ahh.. just look at you, on your knees, doing what I ask without a question... so obedient, so good.." He was starting to lose control, his breathing was getting more uneven, he was clearly holding himself back but he was failing to do so, his face started to get even more flushed.

"Oh... oh, darling... you're doing such a good job... mmm... ah.. you're making me feel too good.." Kenma suddenly let out a moan as he finished. He had to take a moment to catch his breath, he looked a little messy and his face looked flushed.

"Aahh... ohh.. oh my... you did such a good job, my obedient puppet... you really know how to please your master..." You clean your mouth with a smile and look at him pleased. He was still panting, his breathing slowly going back to normal. He looked at you and smirked, obviously enjoying the view of you on your knees, cleaning your mouth.

"Ah.. oh, you're so pretty like that.. on your knees, looking up at me... my pretty little puppet..." Kenma ran his hand through your hair, caressing it gently.

"Mmm.. you did so good, you know that?.. I'm more than pleases, my darling. you're such a naughty thing... but so obedient and good. I just can't resist you. you're my favorite puppet."

[stonesylove]

Summary: Alessandra and Tom met on a casual night out in Berlin while he's filming the prequel of the hunger games, both of them are down for a little three month affair but what if they want a little bit more.

social media au

A night out in Berlin pt.3

Yours or mine

Chapter 2 - Chapter 4

The week went by and they talked everyday, even Alessandra asked for his number which made Tom laugh because she told him that only old people asked for someones number, he loved knowing more about the Italian girl she was so different to what he’s used to, all the girls in New York were kinda the same and Alessandra was like a shot of espresso and that made him go crazy because for sure she will be something that he’ll never forget, Tom new that this was just a quick affair but he was down to enjoy every second of her so when Alessandra asked him to go to a club that her friend was gonna dj in, Tom was 100% down to go but alone he wanted to keep her all to himself and he knew that Hunter and Rachel would love her but also disapproved the situation because they knew he had a girl in New York, it wasn’t something serious and he stopped replying to her after he met the Italian girl.

Tom got out of his head because he needed to be focused on the last scene they were filming for the day and as soon as they finished that he knew he was closer to see his crazy Italian girl, “Tommy do you want get dinner with us?” Josh asked him as they were waiting for the instructions of the director to start filming “Nah man, I can’t today, I’m going out with this girl that I met but please keep the secret” Tom said kind of begging to his friend so he wouldn’t tell his girlfriend and have to put on the drama of the short girl, “Don’t worry, i’ll keep the secret” Josh said debating on his mind if he was capable of keeping that secret from his girl, he was a noisy person and Rachel also love gossiping.

Finally they wrapped up for the day and Tom took all his stuff from the trailer and practically run to get a cab to get to his hotel as fast as possible, he was dying to see her which was something he will never accept to someone else. He got to the hotel not knowing what to wear but and all black outfit would be it, he got in the shower screaming a couple of his favorite song for some reason he was so pumped for the night.

He started walking to the entrance of the club when he heard her screaming with her accent his name, and he found that so fucking sexy he dreamed of her screaming his name under him. “Hi Tommy” Alessandra hugged the tall British boy, “Guess someone is excited to see me” tom said while laughing, “of course” Alessandra said giggling, she took Tom’s hand to get him inside to find her friends. Tom noticed that she had a light blue mini dress which made her look like the most beautiful creature he ever saw, he was trying to keep his posture because he was ready to take the short girl and kiss her all night. “Well this is Giuliana and Marco and this is Tom” Alessandra while introducing him to her friends, he thought that maybe the three of them were friends because ballet, they were so nice with him, Tom noticed that Giuliana was also Italian and the he learned that she was her best friend that she told him about and Marco was also in the ballet company but he wasn’t Italian he was from here.

The night was perfect, they’ve dancing and drinking like they were teenagers, Tom couldn’t believe the way she was dancing the was she was moving her hips against him, Tom didn’t know if it was the Alcohol making him act that way but he put his hands on her hips to pull her closer to him and to his surprise she was more that happy to be close to the British boy, “dance for me pretty girl” tom whispered in Alessandra ear and she took that as her mission, Alessandra started dancing in the sexiest way she could, she was grinding her hips against his dick, Tom knew that something was growing in him and he didn’t want to waste any chance with the tiny girl, so he quickly turned her around and put her hands over his shoulders and got closer to her, “You know what you’re doing and I’m not gonna back down” Tom whispered in her ear, “baby I want it all” Alessandra responded to him while turning around again and moving her hips against Tom’s body.

Tom didn’t know what time it was but he was ready to her to his hotel room, they’ve dancing all night and it felt like they were in a little bubble, a few kisses here and there and he swore her kisses felt like heaven and hell at the same time and he was ready to go to both places with her, so Tom shouted “do you wanna go outside babe” to what Alessandra nodded with her head knowing what was about to happen; she took her hand and guided both of them out of the club.

“Your eyes are my favorite color” Alessandra said when they were finally outside of the club while giggling, “You are such a liar but I take it as a compliment” Tom said while hugging her by the waist in the cold night, she put her hands in his neck and asked him “So do you wanna go to my place or we go to yours” while biting her lips, Tom was surprised she asked him, it made him lose his mind that she was so out there, it was such a turn on for him, “Let’s go to mine pretty girl” Tom said smiling.

While they were in the cab he saw Alessandra laughing at her phone, which made him feel jealous because who the hell she’s talking to and making her smile and laugh, “What’s so funny pretty girl?” Tom asked trying to sound relax but he didn’t want to share his Italian girl, “It’s a surprise pretty boy, we will see if you notice it” she said laughing while making eye contact, “We will see funny girl” he said looking at him with love and he hoped it was purely the alcohol, “You have such a funny accent” Alessandra said bursting out of laughter, “I have a funny accent? My people literally invented the language” Tom said trying to sound serious but still laughing about it.

When they got to his hotel room, Alessandra took Tom’s face in her hands and kissed him like she needed it to survive, he lips were the only thing that matter for him and her kisses were the best he ever had, Tom took some steps back and asked her if she was okay with having sex, he knew both of them were drunk but conscious enough to understand what was about to happen.

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Tom woke up and tried to pull Alessandra closer but noticed he was alone which made him feel like shit because he thought both enjoyed the night in the same way and for a second he felt like she was using him, Tom got out of his bed still naked looking out for his phone, when he found he noticed a couple notifications and saw a text from her.

My tiny dancer (Ale)😋

I had class early in the morning, I wish I could’ve a wake up to a second round

Do you wanna grab lunch

Well if you can, I know you’re working and you have a crazy schedule.

We can go to this really nice café.

Instantly he felt a sense of relive, of course she had class in the morning, she’s a fucking ballet dancer; he didn’t want to look desperate so he opened instagram to distract his mind a little bit, he was glad that he didn’t have to work that day when he realized that Alessandra had posted a story.

Tom Blyth

Hi pretty girl, of course I can have lunch with you.

So blue as my eyes?

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an: I dont think I'm ready to write smut but we will see what happens

[lycemagee]

Are you lost? Are you hungry? Are you Thirsty? Don't worry about it my love. Here we are building the perfect world without agony, pain and despair. Just give me your heart in return.

Oke I had it in mind I couldn't stop thinking about it lol. So some brainstorming!

- Florence, Alfons and Roger grew up in a cult, because of their "blessings" they were planned to be the next heads of their cult, who would change the world

- they were put into much pressure, lessons for their "spirituality". They were 'cleansed' of the mistakes they had made by means of physical torture.

- growing up together they were really close, but Alfons developed in his early stage of childhood consciousness, that their suffering is not justified and questioned the existence of a "perfect" world ("If the perfect world has no pain, no suffering and no despair, why do we have to endure this?")

- on their twelfth birthday (even tho Roger was older than them, the cult declared that they would be the same age with the same birthday) Florence had the idea to steal three rings and gifted them to Alfons and Roger. So that they would always be connected.

- on the same evening Roger found a way to escape and Alfons, who was with him, was against it. Roger and Alfons often talked about the outside world together and what they would do with their freedom, so Alfons felt inclined to leave, but still wasn't sure, looking at the ring on his finger, that was too big for him. Roger knew the only thing, that held him off was Florence and even Roger felt conflicted just leaving her behind. But he was positive, that he would get her later, but pressured Alfons, if he still wanted to see them suffer everyday. With hesitation he denied and Roger promised him to come back and get Florence too.

- in the end they were picked up from the police after they reached a little city, but weren't listening to them, as they told them they live nearby in a little village

- as a reaction of the disappearance of Alfons and Roger the Village moved in fear of outsiders and the authorities, that when the Police got active after some weeks they disappeared.

- "You promised, we would get her. You promised it! But you betrayed her!"

"WE betrayed her Alfons! You were as desperate to leave and ending the days being in a cage. At least we are free right?"

- Alfons never forgave Roger and resented him

- Roger got adopted by a rich family and grew up in wealth and became a doctor

- Alfons lived in a foster family, where he met Elbert the first time

- when Florence heard, that Roger and Alfons disappeared she couldn't believe it and the other members punished her even harder, to make sure she would not make the same "mistake"

- 15 years went by and Alfons lived with Elbert, living life casually and enjoying the nightlife. To his distaste he figured out that Roger is living nearby and works as a doctor Alfons visited, much to his distaste and has now more contact with him. He also befriended a curious man with the name of Liam, but suddenly he disappeared and his Flatmate Harrison asked Alfons about his whereabouts.

- at some point when Alfons visited his regular Café he met a person who resembled a girl he sometimes dreamed about. She came closer to him, sitting next to him, her eyes were empty and dull, her smile cold.

"Hello Alfons. How are you doing? It's been a while."

He saw the ring she was wearing and he frowned. He knew the person in front of him was not the same. He could feel her calculating gaze on him and put his mask up, smiling politely to her. They were talking superficially, he felt something was off, the way she behaved, she talked. She didn't mention the cult on time. Suddenly she stood up wanting to leave and looked almost bitterly at Alfons.

"First I resented you for leaving me all alone. But I forgave you. Because I love you. So please come with me.", she held her hand to Alfons, who was surprised but realised quickly that all her words were hollow. He declined and when she left he saw Liam outside in a car.

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The Luck Of The Irish - Andy Barber x Reader

A/N: This is a follow up to St Paddy I didn’t plan for it to be a whole year later but I’d say it’s worked out pretty well! 

Summary: Andy calls on Paddy’s good luck

Word Count: 818

Warnings: FLUFF!

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It didn’t take long for Paddy to fully integrate himself into your lives. Only two months on from bringing him home as a temporary foster, the papers were being signed to permanently adopt him. 

He was the perfect addition to the family, even if he did steal Andy’s spot on the couch. And while Andy knew he couldn’t put it all down to Paddy’s presence but he couldn’t help but notice an increase in your luck. Your business had boomed to the point you were now looking into getting another permanent member of staff, Andy’s case record went through the roof. Andy even found $50 in a jacket you’d picked up from a thrift shop for him.

And it was that luck Andy was counting on more than ever. He had been trying to act casual all morning because as far as you were aware all you were doing today was going on a hike with Paddy. But he’d been jumpy and nervous making you chuckle whenever he would startle after you walked into the room without him noticing.

“I’m not that scary am I?” You teased when he once again jumped when you appeared behind him just after he put Paddy in the car.

“No but I am thinking you’re trying to give me heart attack with that silent tread of yours” Andy smirks as he wraps his arm around your shoulders and pressing a kiss on your temple.

You laugh patting him on the chest “you need your hearing tested old man” you chuckle as you stepped away and climbed into the car.

Andy let out a huff of laugh before taking a deep calming breath, patting his pocket for millionth time that morning. Once he felt secure that he had everything he needed he climbed in the car and drove out towards your favourite hiking trail.

The actual hike was nothing out of the ordinary, you would hold Andy’s hand whenever you could. Laughing whenever Paddy would run ahead and look back at the pair of exasperatedly before running back and trying to herd you to go faster.

Soon enough you reached your favourite hiking spot, a small stream that flowed over boulders making multiple tiny waterfalls. You loved the babbling noise it made and often said that if tiny mythical creatures were to exist, they would live here.

Like you usually did you dropped Andy hand to go have a closer look, smiling as you watched the water run past. While you were distracted, Andy gestured for Paddy to come over and he slipped something into the treat pouch on Paddy’s harness. He then sent Paddy over to you.

“Looks like someone’s after a treat” Andy pointed out as Paddy came to a stop in front of you, wagging his tail in excitement.

“Oh well you have been a very good boy haven’t you” you grin bending down to give Paddy some fussing.

You then unzipped the pouch to grab a couple of treats but a frown of confusion then formed on your face. You pulled your hand back out and turn it over palm up to reveal the ring that Andy had hid in there.

“Andy I-“ you mutter in disbelief, turning to look at him to find him already down on one knee beside you.

“Honey, I am not an easy man to love I know, I have a million and one flaws, a pretty big one being my overly demanding job yet you see all those flaws and love me anyway” Andy start with a small shake of his head, still unable to believe that was he was saying was true “and I love you so so much, I am so so damn lucky to have you and I count my blessings everyday so I hope you don’t mind me using Paddy as a good luck charm to ask the most important question I will ever utter…” Andy continues before taking a deep breath “Y/N, Honey, will you marry me?” 

Tears were flooding down your face as you grabbed him and crashed your lips down onto his. Andy wrapped his arms around you securing to stop your both from falling over. 

When you parted he gently brushed some hair out of your face “can I take that as a yes” he chuckled.

“Yes” you chuckled through the tears, your hands shaking as he took the ring from you and slid it onto your finger.

He then kissed you again deeply, only pulling away when Paddy barked and whined. Paddy then wiggled his way in between you and started licking the tears off your cheeks.

“Thank you sweetie” you chuckled kissing the top of head “do you think we could train him to be the ring bearer” you ask making Andy laugh.

“Dunno but he’ll be there either way, we have to have out good luck charm with us” Andy smiles.

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Strawhat crew (+ bonus) take care of you while you're sick

SFW - Platonic GN!reader insert

Notes : I've been sick during holidays, and maybe you've been too! So here's some comfort with the Strawhat crew (+ Shanks, Buggy and Law because I needed it).

Sorry for the eventual grammar or spelling errors, English is not my first language

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During your trip to the last island, you enjoyed your free time alone to taste local dishes. Much like your captain, eating was a great deal for you and you made it your personal mission to experiment every street food you could find. Unfortunately, this time, something went wrong... Was it the sea monster mariné or the colorful ice cream on the beach? You couldn't tell. What you could tell, however, was how sick you felt in the hours after the Thousand Sunny sailed away from the island...

Chopper is of course the first one to notice your complexion turning from your usual healthy tone to a grim, greyish paleness. The sweet reindeer takes you to his infirmary, lays you on the bed and does a complete check up :

"It's not good at all! You suffer from a severe form of gastroenteritis" he states, roaming around you, poking your feverish head here, probing your aching belly there. His general agitation makes you dizzy and you close your eyes. When you open them again, Chopper is grinding medicinal herbs to cook you up some remedy.

Luffy is probably the most worried. He's almost never sick, so seeing you in that state makes him really uncomfortable. He tries to talk you out of sickness by making an extensive list of all the things he's been eating and you've been missing since you're in bed, which only worsen your nausea. He's upset to be so helpless and ends up bringing you some candies to apologize. You accept it just to see him return to his warm, beaming usual self, but when he looks away you discreetly pass the sweets to Chopper.

Sanji cooks you a healthy broth. He's taken a list of things you can or cannot eat from your little Dr. Reindeer, and even if the list is scarce and clearly not the kind to make your mouth water, he manages to make it taste good, really good. When you thank him for his effort in keeping you alive and hydrated, he pats your head and advises you to be more careful with what you eat next time.

Zoro acts absolutely unconcerned by your illness, but strangely, as long as you're bedridden, he's often seen taking a nap in a corner of the sickbay. When, between two fever-induced slumbers, you ask him if he's doing this to keep you company, he denies and pretends it's only because he wants to avoid "some stupid cook".

Nami comes to chat with you every day. Once, she shares a precious childhood memory about being sick and taken care of by Bellmer, hoping that you feel as loved now in your crew as she had been back then.

Brook also comes to check on your health regularly. He generally has his guitar or violin with him and will play music and sing very softly. He's convinced that music can cure pretty much everything so he applies his treatment to you, hoping it'll amplify Chopper's medicine's positive effects.

"You know, nakama-san, to see you suffer like this, it breaks my heart. Even though I don't have one, because I'm a skeleton. Yo-ho ho ho ho ho!"

Robin comes everyday with the latest newspaper, so she keeps you informed about what happens on Grand Line. And also, to gossip.

"Who would have thought a yonko like Red-haired Shanks would have a daughter, and a famous singer one? Unusual, isn't it? I wonder who Uta's mother could be..."

You were chatting about Water 7's new assistant to mayor Iceburg when she casually asks you if you're aware that gastroenteritis sometimes causes death, after an utterly painful agony.

Franky tells you that, in his opinion, you just need to drink more cola (you're startled when he shouts it COOOH-LAH because he can't help being super) Sanji tells him to shut up, but Chopper actually corrects the cook :

"If it's stirred well to take away the bubbles, Cola can actually be very helpful with this condition! It keeps the body hydrated and the sugar intake compensates for the almost complete incapacity to eat. Good idea, Franky!"

Franky is beaming with pride to be taken seriously ( Oh, yeah!) while Sanji's absolutely dumbfounded. Robin later swears that in this instant, she's heard Zoro snort through his sleep.

Usopp is the crew mate you see the least. He'd never admit it, but he's afraid your sickness could be infectious. On his way to his first visit, he overheard Robin's comment about its lethality and he's a little afraid to die now... You'll only see him when Chopper affirms that your sickness is displeasing but really common and that there's absolutely nothing to fear. Once he finally sees you, he'll brag about his (imaginary) past grandeur:

"Have I ever told you how I survived the Grand Eastian purple plague? I've been sick for seventy-four days and a half! Horrible, insufferable pain ran through my lungs as every breath made me feel like twenty-thousands millions of tiny daggers were piercing holes in my chest! And my fever was so high my men used my forehead as a heating plate to cook healthy, warm meals! Be sure that I know what you feel, even if you only have some nausea, an aching tummy and a little fever. You have to hang on, you'll live through this like I survived the mighty plague!

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Bonus points

When Shanks sees you puking overboard, his first thought is that you probably overestimated your ability to drink. He brings you a bucket of clean water, thinking you'll rise up, wash yourself and start again, but when he reaches you, you remain half-dead over the railing. It's only then he worries that maybe you could have something less common than a hangover... He helps you to stand and walk to your bunk, and as soon as you're in bed, he calls Hongo to check on you.

He checks on you daily and when you feel better he jokes about reconsidering your presence in his crew if you can be defeated by a tiny virus... (he would never, as the rest of his crew, you're part of his family now).

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You're training for tonight's show with Buggy's crew when pain rises in your guts. Something's wrong, really wrong !

You quickly stand and run out of the circus ring, to your captain's surprise. You vaguely hear him shout something, but your nausea is nasty, you can't stop and you certainly can't focus on his words! A few meters from you now, you notice an old, empty bucket and run faster to it, not caring for the footsteps and the incessant shrieking behind you.

You grab the bucket as Buggy's hands grab your shoulders and his words, barked just next to your ears, finally come to make some sense:

"Where the fuck do you think you're..."

You can't hold back anymore and vomit into the bucket. In the corner of your eyes, you catch a glimpse of your captain's floating head. You hope for him that he'll retreat in time.

It takes a long minute or two for your guts to finally let you catch your breathe. Only then do you notice that the hold on your shoulder is still very much there, but something feels different. Buggy's not clutching as harshly as before... Instead, his fingers very slightly rub into your flesh. The feeling is comforting, but the idea of puking almost straight to his face is rather embarrassing...

You don't dare to look up when you stammer:

"So...sorry captain, I ... I think 'm sick."

He pats your back and his hands finally leave you. From behind, you hear him answer.

" Yeah, I kinda noticed that. As soon as you can walk, go visit the doctor. We need you in the show as soon as possible..."

Relieved that he's not angry, you hear him walk away from you, probably back to the ring.

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You've been feeling funny for a few hours... When you can't work properly anymore, you decide to talk about it to your captain and doctor Trafalgar Law.

He takes a brief moment to examine you.

"A common stomach influenza. It's unpleasant, but nothing serious. Stay in bed for the next 36 hours, I'll regularly visit you to check on how you feel and medicate you."

You fall asleep really quickly after going to your bunk, driven into weird, fever-induced dreams.

The feeling of a fresh hand on your forehead brings you back to the real world and without thinking, you hum with contentment. You don't even have the time to open your eyes before the furtive contact has ended. Somewhere inside your mind, you know who it is, but you're too sick to care now and you return to your slumber.

When it happens again then, you notice the cold palm remains for a longer time, bringing a much needed relief against your hot skin.

"Thank you captain" you mutter, still half asleep.

He answers that's nothing but his job.

When the fever drops and you're finally able to stay awake, he still checks on you every couple of hours, repeating the same gesture over and over. Now that you're feeling better, it seems a bit odd to you that he'd check your fever with his hand instead of a thermometer, but you wouldn't dare to complain. He's a skilled professional, and to be fair, you like the way it feels on your forehead.

[slightlyaboveaverageiq]

Connor and the Brat {Part 6}

A/N: And Brats name will be…Ravenna 🖤 Also, Ava is going to find this out before Connor how do we think we will feel about this? I loved the idea of Ava and Connor platonically I feel like when they started a relationship in the show it was just doomed from the start so they will stay platonic. I always saw Ava swinging both ways and one of my crack ships is Ava/Sarah so that will probably be the pairing. Also might have some slight Ava/Ravenna undertones but will ultimately be Connor/Ravenna.

It had been two weeks since Connor had seen Brat, and not for lack of trying on his part. He had gone up every day at all her meal time just o show he was still there for her only to be sent away by Sarah. Sarah also wasn’t too happy with him given that Brat had told her about the little showdown they had had in her room. So while she did give him information she did it reluctantly, feeling a sense of responsibility to her patient and not wanting to upset her. Brat was doing much better after that incident two weeks ago and as of today would be allowed 8 hour passes, all that means is someone who the team and Brat both approve of can take her out of the hospital for 8 hours and do things around the city but she has to be back by 10 pm. Connor had tried asking Sarah if he could be one to take Brat out for the day and Sarah had told him that while Brat was no longer angry with him she wasn’t ready to be alone with him yet, that someone else was taking her out for the day.

“Stop pouting Connor it’s unbecoming on you.” He turned to his left and saw Ava in her casual clothes and her done. He furrowed his eyebrows wondering why she would be all dressed up and in the hospital on her day off.

“I didn’t realize we had a miss doctors beauty pageant going on today.” Ava rolled her eyes and requested the visitor check in sheet from Maggie making sure to move it just out of Connors eyeline so he couldn’t see who she was visiting today.

“I didn’t dress up for you Dr. Rhodes, I’m here for Ravenna.” Before he could ask who Ravenna was he drew in a breath at seeing Brat get off the elevator with Sarah. She was wearing a long sleeved burnt orange dress that went all the way down to her ankles and some brown boots along with a jean jacket seeing as how it wasn’t too cold yet but she probably needed something more than just long sleeves. It looked like Sarah had helped her with her hair seeing as how patients weren’t allowed to use hot tools themselves but could have staff help them her long brown hair was curled and half up half down. That’s when it hit him, Brat was Ravenna. Brats name was Ravenna Scott.

”You’re staring at me.” And indeed he was because Ava gave him a harsh elbow to the gut and he quickly regained some sense of not being a creeper. She didn’t sound nor look angry at seeing him but the usual excitement was gone from her voice, he was just another doctor to her now and he didn’t know if he would rather her be angry or indifferent towards him.

“You look very pretty, I hear you’re able to go in day passes now.” Eesh, when did small talk become so awkward between them? Maybe when you decided to victim blame her Connor he accosted himself.

“Ava is taking me around the city of Chicago, I hadn’t lived here long before I well…ended up here.” That was interesting what could have made her want to completely uproot her life and come to Chicago of all places? Had someone close to her stepfather been bothering her? Awkward silence settled among the four of them before Ava announced she was going to get the car and Sarah was needed back upstairs leaving just the two of them alone. “You came back everyday, even after I told you not to.”

“I didn’t know what would make you more angry Brat, I just wanted you to know I was there for you.” She gave a small smile and shook her head at him.

“I wasn’t angry anymore, I was embarrassed with how I had acted. And then I realized that maybe I was too dependent on you and I need to branch out more. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to see you, I just wanted a chance to make other friends.” She wasn’t angry with him anymore, she hadn’t been angry for a long time, a sudden weight was lifted off of Connors chest.

“Does this mean you’ll let me come visit you again? Maybe take you out on your next day pass?” She giggled a little bit but nodded, he thought she looked so much prettier when she laughed.

“you’ll have to share time with everyone else down here too though. Maggie, April, Will and Natalie have all visited me over the past two weeks and have asked to come visit me more. And I can only have one visitor a day.” Connors eyes grew wide he didn’t know anyone else even knew about Brat, why hadn’t anyone told him she wasn’t angry with him anymore.

“And Ava has come to see you and is taking you on a trip.” She shrugged her shoulders and he could see a faint blush coloring her cheeks.

“She’s pretty but I think she likes Dr. Reese and is taking me out as a favor to her.” Did Brat have a little crush on Ava? She was his brat first and Ava would have to make do with Sarah. Speak of the devil and she shall appear Ava came back and asked Brat if she was ready to go. Brat walked on ahead of her and Ava tugged on his scrubs so he would bend down to her level.

“Don’t scare her off again, mind your business unless she asks you to get involved. She doesn’t need a knight in shinning armor Connor she needs stability.”

[laysdimplesareillegal]

Character Development: Chapter 6

Some Days in the Life

Pairing: Monsta X Changkyun x Reader

Word Count: 

Warnings: yandere themes, kidnapping, general delusion, angst

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Everyday Changkyun and I found a new topic to fight about.

Day 2 with Changkyun

I was sat down on the couch flipping through TV channels. Changkyun messed around in the kitchen before coming to stand behind the couch, hands resting on the back. I continued browsing the channels. We fought over the remote when I landed on the news because, “this is boring and depressing, let's watch a drama!”

But I needed something to connect me to the outside world. Changkyun wandered around behind me opening and closing cabinets in the kitchen, probably looking for a snack. And then I saw it—my picture was blown up to fill the TV screen. It shrank down as the newscaster broke down the story of a young woman—me— “proclaimed missing three days ago.”

If I was standing, I would have been knocked off my feet. A fire re-ignited within me; I wanted to turn around and lunge at Changkyun. The police have probably already given up hope looking for me. What was everyone thinking right now—never mind, I knew. At this point, people are thinking I’m buried in some shallow grave. I could envision people crying, and people who barely knew me reminiscing about “that time.” Sure, I’d thought about this before, but I was also so wrapped up in the fact that, at first, I was more or less safe.

“That’s a nice picture of you,” Changkyun muses, “when is that from?” He was sick and callous.

“Did you know this was on the news?” I screamed at him. I didn’t wait for his answer. “This is you! You’re a criminal and this is your crime do you know that? People think I’m dead and you stand here casually asking when I took this picture! You’re soulless!” I felt angry and sad and cursed, and I wanted to run all the way home Surprise, my accounts got hacked or I went camping or some excuse that could cover up being off the grid for 10 days so I wouldn’t have to ever think of Changkyun again, let alone relay the story to someone. Changkyun stood there, arms crossed. Are you done yet was visible on the tip of his tongue while he waited for me to finish.

Day Three with Changkyun: Family

“Just let me tell them I’m still alive!” I begged. “A text or a letter.”

“No.” I imagined Changkyun wearing a cloak and flourishing it while he walked away, I imagine he would be that melodramatic given the chance.

Soon he got sick of me pestering him on this, opting to blow up at me. “Why do you care about them so much? If they really loved you, they would have found you already! I had to search everywhere for you when you left school!” after pointing this bullshit, he stopped yelling. “Besides, no one just runs away for a couple weeks. We’ll go see them once you’re settled here.”

“You mean once you've finished brainwashing me?”

“You’re just scared of change.”

I threw my hands up in frustration, “Stop acting like you know what I’m feeling. I’m scared–” I growled “–of you!”

Promptly, Changkyun delivered a hard slap to my face. “I’m protecting you" I looked at him. “You’re absurd, what was that then?” I held my cheek

“There’s a lot more than that waiting out there for you.”

“Are you threatening me? You make no sense” I yelled. Again, he held up his hand prompting me to shut my mouth.

“I did it to show you what it feels like when you say such mean things to me.” Changkyun had big sad eyes as he soothingly rubbed the hand he hit me with, still red from the impact.

Day Four with Changkyun: Going Outside

“I want to go outside.” I stood in front of him while he lounged on the couch.

“No.” His favorite word.

“Just in the backyard. I’ll stay on the patio.” He ignored me.

Trailing behind him all day, begging, whining–even crying, all amounted to nothing. I felt like a toddler.

“I want to go outside!” I slammed my hand on his desk, not missing a beat, Changkyun grabbed me by the wrist and yanked me down. Losing my balance, I dropped hard onto the desk while he pulled my arm taught to his side. “My niece understands no better than you do.”

It crossed my mind that he’d never mentioned having siblings, nonetheless nieces or nephews, but his family tree wasn’t my first priority at the moment.

“You never even asked if I’d go with you.” I open my mouth, but he cut me off, “I won’t. Maybe if you were good, sweet, obedient for more than an hour I’d reward you and we would go outside. Together.” I debated if this trade-off was worth it. Obedience or House Arrest? He watched me weigh the two in my mind. “We’re a long ways away from going outside. That’s more of a…” he guided my hand back between us “final reward for you.” I jerked my hand back and stood up fully. “Now, stop asking.”

Day Five with Changkyun: Sleeping Arrangements 

“I hate waking up next to you.” I threw out while eating breakfast. He was not impressed, and knew where I was going with this conversation.

“You’re not staying in one of the other rooms.”

“Why?”

“Because we love each other, and when people loved each other, they share a space.”

“I don’t–” Changkyun’s glare cut me off. “I don’t want to live with someone before we’re married.” I deterred.

Changkyun scoffed. “Come on, I know you.”

After that, we ate quietly. It was surprising Changkyun hadn’t exploded already. On cue,

“Why does nothing satisfy you!?” He hit the table. Silverware rattled “I could give you the world and you’d still ask for more.” I cringed, was I really that selfish? “Can’t you let me have one thing?”

“I’m right here.” I murmured sarcastically to myself. He’s asking a lot from a prisoner. He wasn’t meant to hear me.

“And I’m asking you to see me and understand that everything I do is for you. Please stop antagonizing me.”

Then stop being an antagonist I huffed. Maybe I could stand to complain a little less, then maybe I could get one of those rewards he’s always holding over my head.

Day Six with Changkyun: Activities

“I’m bored.”

Changkyun looked up at me from his phone. We sat together on the couch, my legs across his lap as his CD played. He claimed he was responding to work emails, but that couldn’t be all he was doing on his phone. My fingers itched, I craved it like comfort food, like a breath of air after drowning. Of course, he noticed my eyeing his phone. Smoothly, he turned it off and slid it into his sweatshirt pocket.

He rubbed my leg “I can think of a few things to do.” he wore an indecorous smile.

“No.” I pulled my legs in, he playfully tugged them back, yet not moving to do anything else. “What do you even have do here?” I tried to change the subject.

“Well, when I’m not learning about you,” ah yes of course “I work, make music, I work out.”

And I could tell.

While Changkyun typically wore sweatshirts and large baggy hoodies, he also wore his fair share of compression shirts that stretched tight over his chest and arms. Not to mention how they accentuated his small waist. Changkyun saw my eyes trailing to where the zipper of his hood stood, exposing his collarbone but little else.

“Should I take it off, Changkyun challenged.

“Shut up. You never even leave to go to the gym.” I don't want to admit I’d even spared a glance at him.

“Why would I when I have one here?” He l took his phone back out.

“What? Where?” I wasn’t convinced.

“Through the kitchen.”

“The garage?”

“I just wrote that so you wouldn’t try to go in there.”

[miraculous-magicalconnections]

Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Adrien Agreste Alternate Outfits

For the alternate outfits I wanted to give them pajamas, a swimsuit, something fancy/dress up, and two additional casual/everyday outfits (which are in the order from left to right)

If you want to see their main design, you can check the pinned post on my blog or click here

(Note: I can't draw feet so for her pajamas and swimsuit they're just not there)

For Marinette's pajamas it's just a simple white t-shirt with green boxers, the boxers she found after meeting Chat Noir and (although she'd never admit it) bought them as they reminded her of him

Her swimsuit is a mismatched top and bottom, because I felt like all the characters being in one-pieces felt unrealistic and I wanted to switch them up

Her dress is a mixture of a couple different dress I found online, made specifically to give her extra mobility with slits on both sides, and for that same reason she wears flats instead of heels (which are the same color as her camouflaged Miraculous)

For her first alternate casual outfit, I wanted to play into the running gag in Power Rangers where as civilians they wear their ranger color so she wears red, otherwise it's a simple outfit as she doesn't like to go all out

Her second alternate outfit is pink shirt and black shorts, just to add a bit more variety to her outfit choices

Her entire set may seem rather simple but that's the point, Marinette's a fashion designer and while obviously she has an eye for fashion and loves it, she also doesn't want to be surrounded by overly fancy clothes 24/7

So aside from her making some of her clothes (namely her dress) I didn't like the idea that she'd be completely overdressed just because she designs clothes

(Note: I can't draw feet so for his pajamas and swimsuit they're just not there)

For Adrien's pajamas I just went simple with black boxers, and this is the only times Adrien will take of his prosthetic (aside from showering)

For his swimsuit, I took inspiration from his in canon but changed them to be actual shorts and just gave them white stripes, thankfully due to the advanced nature of his prosthetic he doesn't NEED to remove it, but he often times does if he's alone or just with someone who knows

For his suit, it's a simple black two piece with a white undershirt, black tie, and dress shoes because of his father, if he didn't need to appease his father's wishes, he'd likely just wear a button up

For his additional casual look I gave him a very dark, almost black turtle neck and blue jeans which is his "Gabriel approved outfit" he wears whenever he doesn't need to wear a suit to any Gabriel function

And his final extra outfit is a dark green t-shirt and light blue jeans with an arm covering to hide his prosthetic

If you read his backstory, you'll know that Adrien lost his right arm in the accident that killed his mom, so he doesn't wear his prosthetic while he sleeps and covers it any chance he can get

This was unintentional originally, as it just happened, but I made most of his outfits black to further show just how much control Gabriel has over Adrien even if Adrien isn't as under his control like in canon

Aside from the accidental outfit-storytelling I made, his outfits didn't really have a set reasoning aside from thinking "what would an 18-year-old model who doesn't want to be a model wear?" which led me to very basic outfits with minimal color, this also helps contrast his two main outfits being the white long-sleeve shirt I posted in his redesign post (which is linked on my blog) and the green t-shirt outfit which he wears less commonly but more than the others

[inesromantic]

Casual

Okay, let's take it back, step by step.

Foolish me thought our rekindled everyday conversations meant something, trouble in paradise, maybe? Otherwise why would you come around to the girl who made you playlists with 13 songs declaring her love, who wrote poems of longing, who associated taylor swift songs with you, who had to take a break from watching you live your life with him, who could barely breathe after seeing your bare skin?

Nevermind that now.

On this road again, I felt the giddiness in your attention, I took your dreams in, tried my best not to think too much about them. In turn you kicked down barriers put up by yourself. Who was I to say no?

Said you wanted me to take you on trips around this Europe of ours. Come now, I'll give you all of Italy. But god, it ate at me. You and me. Me and you. Alone, together, sharing a bed. Friends told me you either loved me again or this was seriously messed up.

I swallowed it all down and told myself I'd allow it once he was gone from the picture. Soon, it had to be soon.

You dreamt of me meeting your mother, bonding, then going and kissing your forehead. I was crazily making plans, looking up budgets for the Amalfi Coast, maybe Cinque Terre.

I saw you in your summer dresses against the yellow stone of old houses smilling at me.

I went momentarily insane. Imagined myself in between your thighs, making up for lost time, making you come to terms, over and over again, with the fact that he had nothing on me.

I painted these barroque paintings of us coming together, then you'd come and slash away at them with conversations about him.

For a few hours, every few days, I was a bottomless pit. You picked up every flaw in him, wrote them down, crumpled down those papers and threw them at me. I ate them all, hungrily. Maybe the faster this went, the quicker you'd realize the foolish one was you, not me.

No.

One word on him and my day self imploded. I cried in between working hours. In the middle of the day, in between shelved books I wept. At home I got in the shower, got clean, stood in front of the mirror and cleansed my skin with my tears. Most likely, the next day, I'd be happy and giddy, basking in the glow of your attention. I could almost touch you. I was just waiting.

I don't know when the hots disappeared and I was simply left with the ache you planted in me.

I just know this.

It's sunday. In 5 days I will be having the best day of my life, alongside my best friend. We are making friendship bracelets. I talk of you and she rolls her eyes and tries to bring me back to earth once more.

She's using you for the affection he refuses to give her, momentarily. It'll pass. She'll disappear again.

I remember swallowing it dry, thinking that 3 and half hour show will fix me. But you text. You talk of going to Seville with me. I don't give you time to expand on the idea.

I feel sick to my stomach, something rotten lies there now, it's been curdling inside me for a while, it seems.

[Direct translation]

Me : The more I think about it, the more I realize we shouldn't travel together. Having to share a room and all that. It makes me uncomfortable.

You : In what way?

Me : Travelling is something intimate, in my opinion. Falling asleep and waking up alongside someone you once had a past with seems like a delicate situation.

You : But you travel with [redacted]. In the same way I travel with my friends.

Me : Sorry, but I've never been in love with [redacted].

Then the silence. Oh, the silence. This thread you weaved so efficiantly now cut loose. You had never been so cruel to me in these 2 years.

Was it because I for once stood my ground? Did it remind you of how cruel you were being by hand feeding me, with no intention of ever loving me? Well, we could never be just friends. Who's really the foolish one here? Me, waiting for an eureka moment from you? Or you, for expecting me to just platonically gaze at you after all?

But now I know those summer months barely meant anything to you. No wonder I could fly you places, meet your mother, have you cook me dinner. But 2 years ago your simple presence set me on fire. But a year ago I realized I could still hardly breathe with you sitting in front of me. And now I can barely contain my love from spilling over the brim, as I look at you and so decidly see the mother of my children. I am drowning.

But now I know. And I hate you for it.

[missspringthyme]

February 27th, 2024

My meeting today got canceled because we were going to do a reading on the Greek girl, but she's sick. It's for the best anyway, I would have definitely been late. Unfortunately, it did mean that I wasted a cute business casual outfit. It's with the blue pants that I really like but have trouble styling for whatever reason. I don't have a lot of tops that go with them, and they're a very specific shade of blue, but I figured out a good look today. Ah well.

I was going to work on my research proposal today, but I'm not feeling enough panic to push me to do it. Instead I spent some more time researching places I can look for jobs when I'm done with my masters and making an application tracker in excel. I also watched the new episode of this show on dropout called VIP, which i love with my entire heart.

While I was doing this, German American was also sat in the living room stressing out because she had her last exam today. At one point, she went to the window and just started flapping her arms, so I made an executive decision. I turned on Sweet Caroline and made her dance with me. My favorite style of dancing is just a lot of jumping, but I feel like it's also a good way to get rid of stress. It did seem to work, but it was also a good reminder that my cardiovascular health is dog shit.

My dad also called me tonight and I brought up the idea of doing a German intensive. He suggested that instead of staying with a random host family, I stay with my actual family. It's a good idea to save money, but I'm a little iffy on the idea for 2 reasons. 1. They always want to practice their English with me 2. It's more embarrassing for me to look my German relatives in the eye and tell them I'm paying money to improve my German. I think I'll probably go back to the US in June, my dad really wants me to come and keeps asking. Honestly, I kinda don't want to, but what can you do. That also made me realize that if I stayed for 2 months then I probably could work a job part time while I finish my thesis and get some money. This then made me realize that my internship from last summer adored me and wanted to have me stay on but couldn't when they learned I wouldn't be staying in the US. They told me if I had time next summer to let them know, so I sent an email. If anyone would be willing to let me be flexible with start/end dates and hours, it'll be the people who I already know adore me. Plus, the internship is remote and super easy. It would be perfect.

So as it currently stands, my plan is June-July US and possibly do an internship to make some money, August come back to Germany, and then august/September do the intensive, September hopefully go to Italy, October graduate. That means that even when my lease ends in August I have places to stay until I graduate, and I continually have things going on. My thesis deadline is the same day my lease ends, so hopefully everything just kinda flows smoothly.

I make money, I finish my thesis, I do the intensive, I lay on a beach in Italy, I get a job and so on. In case you can't tell, I managed to make myself pretty stressed. Time is just moving so quickly and I wish that I had done a 2 year masters. I'm not ready to let any of this go. I'm just really happy here and I'm not getting enough time. I'm scared it would be difficult to find a job in Germany, and I don't want to leave. This is one of the first places that I could actually imagine myself living in for decades. I don't want to go. Most of the best jobs that i can do before my PhD are in the US and i'm so afraid that i'll keep making the easier choices and ill end up stuck. It would make so many people in my life happier if I lived in the US, particularly in Colorado but I can't do it. My parents are in their 60s, my dad is inching closer to 70 everyday and I cant bear the thought of losing him, but he's in Colorado. The only life T has ever known is Colorado, and he loves it there. I'm just not a full person there. I wish I could be happy there, that I could buy a house close to my dad's and have dinners with him and my sort of step mom. I wish that was enough.

There's also something else that's been knocking around in my head. I'm considering pregnancy. Not anytime soon, but my hard stance on never doing it is softening.

The reasons why I have been very adamant about never getting pregnant are as follows (1) I have PCOS and endometriosis, which both mean issues with fertility and increased risk during pregnancy. My mom had 8 miscarriages and I don't know if I can do that. (2) I'm terrified that it will permanently harm my health or, result in my death. Pain is not nice, but it doesn't scare me. It'swhat the pain could mean. Plus, I have a theory that my mom had post partum deppression after i was born. I know she had a big personality shift and suddenly lost interest in a lot of things that used to drive her before. Its been a few years since i met the diagnostic criteria for depression and I dont want to go back. Im so scared. (3) I know it will change my body and as shallow as it is, I don't think I have stable enough self esteem to handle that. I already have to be very careful I don't slip habits that look suspiciously like eating disorders now, it would be incredibly difficult for me post-pregnancy. (4) I hate how vulnerable pregnancy is, there's so many scary things and you have to trust so many people. I'm afraid I can't do that, I already have enough trouble with doctors as is.

Reasons why I am now considering pregnancy (1) I desperately want kids, it's one of those things that I'm just very sure about and have thought about a lot. (2) T wants a biological child and I have some ethical concerns with the adoption industry, although if I could I would love to foster (3) surrogacy is expensive and poses some logistical issues. One of which is I would be unable to pass on my German citizenship. One of the many reasons I want to speed run German fluency is that I would want my kids to not have to deal with what I had to. It also means finding someone we trust, and there's legal and medical red tape. Lots of things. Not impossible, and not off the table, but still. (4) It means I can make more decisions and have more control over the process (5) the more I see these amazing women who did it and the world didn't end, the more comfortable I am with the idea.

That being said, there are some things that I would need to be in place in order to feel even remotely comfortable enough to do it. (1) I would want to be in excellent physical health, and would get a physical trainer to coach me like I was about to do a marathon (2) not in the US, I don't trust maternity there and I would like adequate leave (3) I would want to hire a midwife, and ideally a confinement style post-birth recovery where the only thing you do is rest and feed your baby. (4) therapy, therapy, therapy.

This wouldn't be for years anyway, and maybe I'll keep changing my mind, but I'm finding it difficult to tell T. He knows how I feel and completely understands, but with how vocally against becoming pregnant I have been since people started talking to me about it, I feel like a fraud back tracking. Or like people are going to treat this like I finally stopped being silly. There's already such an enormous societal certainty that pregnancy is what you have to do that I feel like once I voice anything besides a hardline stance, I don't get any say in the matter. When we start having serious conversations about kids I'll think about what to say then.

In the meantime, it was nice getting this off my chest, didn't realize how badly I needed to cry.

[luza-wayne]

wait a little bit more.

ukai keishin x reader

wc: 2.5k

i love this omg, ukai is sooo underrated like he's so handsome! he's definetely in my top 5 man in hq, anw enjoyyy let me know what you think about it

he sighed deeply.

the person who lives in an apartment down the street from the sakanoshita shop, who also comes by everyday, is there.

she's there again.

he stared at her, unamused but with no irritation evident on his face. his cigarette butt clasped between his middle and pointer finger lets out its smoke as he rests his cheeks on his palm.

“welcome.” he greets you with no enthusiasm, since it's just his usual customer.

“ukai-san, good afternoon.” you bowed slightly to him.

“mhm, you too. what are you looking for?” he asks.

your eyelashes flutter, rather fast. obviously surprised and a bit panicked.

“i— i'm not sure yet. can i go take a look around first?” you answered.

again. the blonde guy thought.

“go ahead. take your time.” he brushes off again.

you bowed to him one more time before heading to the middle section of the store.

as soon as you walked far enough, he sighed again.

just what is she doing?

…

“welcome.” he welcomes her again.

he didn't even bother to remove the newspaper in his face. seeing this, you just walked in, straight to the food section.

you picked up two snacks and a drink and headed to pay for the stuff.

“u-um… here.” you said, calling for his attention.

he hastily removed the paper in front of him and looked at you a bit surprised. he looked down to the foods you placed on the counter.

“ukai-san?”

“a-ah! sorry, i was startled for a second there. i didn't think you'd be fast today.” he stood from his seat.

it might become annoying if i always do that. you thought.

“i thought you'll walk around the store for a while, like you usually do.” he laughs as he checks out your purchase.

you looked down, flushed from hearing him laugh for the first time ever since you started going here.

“well, i think i got used to you a bit.” he smiles as he hands you your food.

you cautiously reached for it and bowed to him.

as you walked to the door, he sat back in his chair and went back to reading, but before you stepped out of the shop, he said—

“ah, i don't mind that you stay for a long time.” he casually said and lit up a cigarette.

you stood frozen for a while, while he just looked at the newspaper, peeking at you through his peripheral vision, before you ran out suddenly.

he almost bit his cigar seeing that your reaction wasn't what he expected.

“huh? what? did i weird her out? here i was thinking it would be cool if i said that.” he scratched his head in confusion.

…

the door of the shop opened for who knows how many, but his shoulder slumps everytime the one coming in is not the one he wanted to see.

will she not come anymore?

“thank you for your patronage.” he said as a group of students exits the shop.

he looks at the clock and his anticipation gets higher and higher.

she comes by at this time most of the days.

as he watched the clock tick, he heard the door sliding open.

he looks at it with delight.

“coach! treat us some meat buns!”

just as tanaka was about to step in, with hinata, nishinoya and kageyama behind him, a gun gun bar flew to his face.

“go home!” 

…

it's almost evening, though it's still far from the time he closes the shop, he's tense thinking how you might not come.

he wanted to know if you were upset about yesterday, and if you were, he might as well apologize.

as he was stacking up some stuff in the farthest alley, someone came in that he didn't hear.

he only noticed that someone came in when he heard a shuffling.

oh, there's a customer. i didn't get to greet them. he thought as he put the last one on the shelf.

he stood up and picked up the box, unfolding it and putting it away.

“huh?! wait– what should i even say?!” he said as he slumps back on his chair.

like should i say– "hey, about yesterday, sorry.", but what if she doesn't remember it or thinks i'm an idiot for stressing over something like that?

wait. is she mad in the first place, or not? 

i don't know!

“argh!” he ruffles his hair in distress.

“are you okay, ukai-san?”

“yeah, just thinking about he—”

he snaps his head upward and jumps out of his chair in surprise.

his actions also made you flinch a bit.

“w-welcome!” ukai chants his greetings out of nowhere.

“huh? uh… thank you? i'm here to pay already, though.” you said as you pointed your picks on the counter.

he felt a bit embarrassed for acting like an idiot. he cleared his throat and started to scan your purchases.

he suddenly feels a bit antsy, now that you're here. 

should i bring it up now? maybe… later.

he continued scanning your item, until the last one.

how about now? but, it feels like my tongue is tied! i don’t even know why i feel the urge to apologize!

until he puts everything in the bag and you hand him your payment.

keishin! what are you doing?! you wasted your chance! now she's leaving! 

you started to walk, making him sigh.

“um, ukai-san.” you called him. he immediately looks at you.

“yes? i'm ‘ukai-san’.” he titled himself, gaining a chuckle from you.

“can i study here for a few minutes? i forgot my keys in my room and my roommate is still in their class.” you shyly asked him.

“oh, so you're still a student.” he mutters innately.

“yes. i'm a graduating college student.” you replied. 

“really? congratulations.” he said without thinking again.

“huh? not yet, but thank you.” you said and bowed.

“ah. sorry. go ahead. you can use that table.” he permitted and pointed to the furniture in front of the counter. 

you thanked him again and sat down, facing toward the direction of the counter and placed your bag on the table.

he then acted like he's reading the newspaper again.

graduating, huh? she's older than sawamura.

wait. how old are those brats again?

ah, forget it.

then, about 22 or 23... 

“ukai-san.” he sets down the paper until his eyes show and looks at you. “your newspaper is upside down.”

a hint of pink tint showed on his cheek and he threw away the newspaper and turned his chair sideways and also lit up a cigarette.

oh. that’s right. he thought.

“hey, sorry about yesterday. i feel like i ticked you off.” he said.

you looked up at him confused. yesterday? he pissed me off? when? yesterday, i was jus—

“ah! no!” you moved your hands in front of you left and right. “yesterday, i was—”

no! i can’t tell him i was just feeling too happy, i don’t know what to do. he might think i like him— i mean, i do, but i don’t have plans to tell him right now.

“i forgot to lock the door, so i was in a hurry, hehe.” you awkwardly laughed.

you were both relieved.

he was relieved that you weren’t mad and you were relieved that he believed it.

…

it's been almost an hour.

you yawned as you waited for your roommate's message that they're here. you were also working on an activity that needs to be done.

“here.”

you look up to find ukai offering you a canned coffee from his shop. you politely accepted it and thanked him.

he went to take a seat in the chair in front of you and opened his drink.

“which university are you in? the green or violet.” he queried.

“violet.” you answered, talking about the representative color of your school.

“hm…” he hummed.

“but, for real, how can you forget your keys, when it's the first thing you shouldn't forget when going out?” he asked and drank.

you feel yourself getting smaller at his scolding.

“i've… always been forgetful. sometimes, even though my umbrella is just beside my bag. the chances that i won't be able to bring it along is always 90% percent. the remaining percent would only happen if someone reminds me before we leave and that's the same thing that happened to my keys.” you explained, embarrassed.

as soon as he heard that, he dissolved into laughter. you looked at him embarrassed, but also kind of pissed at how he laughs at your confession.

“it's not funny…” you said and he struggled to stop himself from laughing.

“sorry, sorry.” he apologized, trying to suppress his laughs. 

your phone then lit up and you saw your roommate messaged you that they just arrived.

“sorry, i need to leave now.” you said and stood up.

“h-hey–” he reached out his hands to your walking figure, but failed to reach you.

just as when you're about to step out, you stop on your tracks.

“ukai-san, would you get annoyed if i constantly come here?” you questioned.

“huh? i won't? i think…” he immediately answered. isn’t that what you’re already doing for the past few days though? he thought.

“even if i also stay here and use that table to study or anything?” you added.

“what is that? uh, sure. i don’t really care?” he answered and stood up.

you stayed quiet for a while, before looking back at him with a wide smile.

“i see. don't regret it if i ever become annoying!” you told him, before you waved him goodbye.

he smiled and waved back.

“i won’t.” he uttered, before finally lighting up a cigarette.

…

“ukai-san, hello!”

ever since that day, you started coming everyday, even if you don't need anything. you just go there to waste your free time or whatever.

you also managed to know more about the team he coaches and they were more than happy to know you too.

sometimes, tanaka and nishinoya would come to you and ask you stupid questions and not even a minute would pass, ukai would hit them to bug them off, especially when you're working on something important.

there are times where he'd help you on your projects too. like when you need extra manpower or something, he’s willing as long as it has nothing to do with cracking his brain.

it became your daily routine.

before you go to school, you'd drop by the store. even if it's not open yet, he'd still be there to walk you to the bus station.

he says it's his rest after he goes and helps out at the farm.

after school clubs, you'd go straight to him. sometimes the volleyball club would be there too, sometimes it's just you two.

if it's the latter, you'd spend your time talking about nonsense things, just so you two would forget about the stress of school and work.

if the team has an upcoming tournament.

if you have a presentation to do.

if his grandpa bullied him again.

or if you have an upcoming test and want to study, of course, he'll be there to give you the space to study, the foods to study and the moral support you need to study.

all these things you two do together.

why are you doing it together?

no one wants to ask what you are to each other.

…

“oh my. it's raining. it was just sunny earlier.” ukai's mother uttered as she stared outside, her hand on her cheek.

ukai peeks outside and stares at it too.

his eyebrows frown for a bit before sighing and standing up.

“hm? where are you going?” his mother asked.

“i'll be back. take care of the store for me.” he shortly answered.

…

“oh gosh. it's raining.” you muttered as you stood at the stop, after you just got off the bus.

you just noticed that it was raining when you stepped out, but as you heard from the people earlier, it started for a while now.

you watched as the other passengers who got off with you, used their protective gear against the rain. 

you covered your face with your palms.

stupid me, forgetting my umbrella again!!

“ah, damn. how am i supposed to go home now?” you asked yourself as you stretched your hand to the falling water off of the roof of the shed. “should i go for a run?” 

“stop it, idiot. you wanna get sick?”

you look to your side to see ukai standing there with his usual red tracksuit and flip flops. his arms, with an extra umbrella, extended to you and you accepted it.

“seriously, i got tired waiting over there.” he stated as he flicked off some water on his arms.

“why are you here, ukai-san?” you asked him.

“you forget to bring your umbrella as usual, right?” he nonchalantly said.

“well… yeah... but… to go out of your way and bring one for me here? also, what if i actually didn't forget my umbrella?” you questioned.

“if you brought one, then that's good– wait a minute, why do i even need to answer that? just be happy you won't get wet.” he said while aggressively scratching his hair.

“come on, let's go.” he muttered, turning around.

“wait for me, ukai-san.” you said and struggled to open the umbrella hurriedly for: one, it's a different umbrella from your usual one; two, you might get left behind by ukai.

suddenly, he held your hand and opened the umbrella for you.

“calm down. i’m still here.” he said. “let's go. those brats are about to finish their classes.”

you followed beside him silently, looking down.

why is he like this?

of course, i have liked him ever since the beginning. he was intimidating at first, but when he talks to you, you can tell he's actually kind. that's the reason i fell.

does he already know about my feelings?

but, if he knows what i actually feel… can he be doing this because he knows and wants to just play along with it?

“um… ukai-san.” you called. he has a tall figure compared to yours, because of this his view from up there was just a talking umbrella.

“what?” he responded.

“i…”

“huh?”

you tightly gripped the handle on the umbrella, gathering every courage you have in your body.

“i…”

“what? hurry up and say it.” he said, grabbing the edge of your umbrella and pulled it upwards trying to peek at your face.

you look up at him with an awkward smile.

“i-i want to come to the practice.” 

i chickened out.

he stared at you, puzzled. 

“ah! sorry—”

he suddenly burst into laughter. he reached for your head and scruffed your hair.

“sure, sure. come to practice.” he said grinning widely.

“s-stop.” you lightly flicked his hand away from your head.

he resumed walking and you immediately followed him. he looked at you running towards him.

guess i should wait a little bit more, until she says it with her own lips.

“let's go. those kids would be delighted to have you at their practice.” he said reaching for your hand and you two walked naturally as if holding your hand is a usual thing for both of you.

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[dleena2023]

NIGHTMARES & DAYDREAMS WORLD TOUR '23

bismillahirrahmanirrahim.

timecheck it's 10.16pm right now and guess what? ATC CONCERT IS TOMORROW. YES YOU HEARD ME RIGHT. AGAINST THE CURRENT IS PERFORMING TOMORROW. AHHHHHHH MAMAMIA WHAT IS THIS I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S ACTUALLY HAPPENING FOR REAL. BOUGHT THE TIX IN FEB AND PAK PAK IT'S FINALLY TOMORROW. MAN, TIME FLIES REALLY FAST HUH. OMG I'M SO PUMPED UP & STOKEDDDD MANNNN. I DON'T EVEN THINK I CAN SLEEP PEACEFULLY LATER HAHAHAHAHA. I MEAN... I SLEPT EARLIER IN THE AFTERNOON SOOO ;P OKAYY SO NOW LAGU 'STRANGERS AGAIN' IS PLAYING FROM MY PHONE WHILE I'M TYPING THESE WORDS WOOOOO!!!!! OKAY SO I'LL BE MEETING NADDY TOMORROW AT ORCHARD MRT AROUND 4PM. YASSS I'M GOING WITH NADDY FOR MY 1ST ATC CONCERT. OUR 1ST CONCERT TOGETHERRRR. OMGOMGOMG FINALLY SOMEONE THAT I CAN GO WITH & AM COMFORTABLE. I VIVIDLY REMEMBER MY DPR CONCERT - I ARRIVED AND WAS QUEUING FOR THE VIP LINE. AND OMG I WANTED TO CRY SEY BECAUSE THERE WERE A LOOOOT OF PEOPLE AND I WAS SO AWKWARD AND I DIDN'T KNOW ANYONE. IT MADE ME A BIT UNCOMFORTABLE THAT I STARTED TO TEAR UP AND MY HEART WAS LIKE "CAN WE GO HOME? I WANNA GO HOME." HAHAHAHA. BUT SO FAR ALHAMDULILLAH IT ALL WENT GOOD. ONE OF THE BEST NIGHTS OF MY LIFE SO FAR HEHE. AND I HOPE TOMORROW WOULD BE THE SAME TOO (OR EVEN BETTER, WHO KNOWS? X) ALHAMDULILLAH I MEMORISED ALL OF THE SONGS ALREADY, OKAY MAYBE NOT ALL MAYBE THERE ARE LIKE 2-3 SONGS THAT I'M STILL UNFAMILIAR WITH BUT SO FAR THE MELODY IS EASY TO FOLLOW WITH SO YEAPPP. I SHOULD SAY I'M KIND OF HARDCORE COS I WANTED EVERYTHING TO BE PERFECT. BUT I REMEMBER, NOTHING IS PERFECT. AND NO ONE IS PERFECT. THAT MADE ME REALISE THAT IT'S OKAY TO MAKE MISTAKES COS IT'S BOUND TO HAPPEN. IT ALWAYS IS. LYRICS TERLUPE KE, TERKIAL2 KE TERSALAH KE YANG PENTING, I HAVE FUN, ENJOY THE NIGHT AND LIVE IN THE MOMENT :D OKAYOKAY NOW I CAN'T WAIT FOR TOMORROW ESPECIALLY THE MEET & GREET WAAAAA AND YAS I BOUGHT IT LAST MONTH HEHEHEHE COS I'M LIKE WHY NOT KAN SINCE ARTISTS HAVE THEIR WORLD TOUR LIKE EVERY 4 YEARS SO IT'S REALLY WORTH IT ONCE IN A WHILE. AND I DON'T WANNA BREAK MY HEART BUT I WANNA TALK TO THEM ESPECIALLY CHRISSY ABOUT MY LOVE FOR T1. THIS YEAR MIGHT BE THE LAST FOR THIS ROSTER AND I WANTED TO PUT ALL MY HEART OUT FOR THEM. I WANT TO TALK TO THEM ABOUT T1, KERIA & FAKER!!! WORLD TOUR THIS YEAR = COINCIDES WITH LAST OF ZOFGK. KIND OF FORTITUOUS, NO? :') OKAY NO MORE SADNESS, BACK TO MY MEET & GREET I ALREADY PLANNED TO BRING MY PERSONAL SAJAK WITH ROSE PETALS ADORNING THE FRAME (REPRESENTING THE 5 T1 MEMBERS) HEHE AND YEAAPPP HOPEFULLY I WILL TALK CASUALLY & COMFORTABLY WITH THEMMM. I'M AFRAID I'LL BE DAMN NERVOUS THAT MY MOUTH DOESN'T OPEN LMAO BUT IN SHA ALLAH TAKDE PAPE AYYY. EVERYTHING WILL GO SMOOTHLY IN SHA ALLAH. IT'S ABOUT SOMEONE WHO FEELS LIKE HOME TO YOU AND YOU LOOK FORWARD TO COMING HOME EVERYDAY. BUT NOW YOU ARE NOT ABLE TO DO SO BECAUSE THE HOME IS NO LONGER IN YOUR LIFE ANYMORE </3 IT'S INSPIRED BY MY ALL-TIME FAVOURITE SONG FROM THEM AKA ROSESSSSS. (IF I HAVE THE TIME, I'LL POST IT HERE). AND THE SAJAK IS ALSO INSPIRED BY MY JOURNEY WITH T1 FOR THE LAST 2 & 1/2 YEARS <3 I' GONNA TAKE A LOOOOOT OF PHOTOS & VIDEOS FOR SURE MAYBE BUAT VLOG KE APE HAHAHA OF COURSE IT'S DEFINITELY FOR THE MEMORIES :3 I CAN FORESEE MYSELF BEING HYPED UP, SCREAMING, DANCING AND MAYBE CRYING LMAOO BUT I DON'T WANNA PUT MY EXPECTATIONS TOO HIGH. I'M JUST GONNA HAVE FUN AND ENJOY MY NIGHT WITH NADDY. AND RELATE TO EVERY SONG AND LIVE IN THE MOMENT ^-^ EVERY SONG IS DEFINITELY GONNA BE LIT OMG ESPECIALLY ROSESSSSS AHHHH AND EVERYTHING LAAA. OKAY YOU KNOW WHAT I'M JUST GONNA DO MY BEST FOR TOMORROW AND SERAHKAN EVERYTHING TO ALLAH. I KNOW ALLAH WILL DEFINITELY PERMUDAHKAN FOR ME :) JUST HAVE TAWAKKUL, DO MY BEST, BE HAPPY AND GO JERR!!!! REST WELL AND ALL THE BEST LOVE!!!!! SEE YOU TOMORROW AND I'LL KEEP AN UPDATE ON THIS IN SHA ALLAH WEEEEEEE <3333333333

and thank you so so so much Ya Allah for easing my preparation progress for the concert <3

[vampiresbloodx]

All these years later.

summary: all these years later since graduation, every night and waking hour, she spent thinking of you.

pairings: larissa weems x reader (reader x oc male x oc daughter [both are just mentioned])

word count: 3.3k

warnings(18+ only): smut & angst, unrequited love, vampire!reader, reader has a child that goes to nevermore academy, reader is married, vaginal fingering, nipple play, body worship, internalized homophobia, arranged marriage, very angsty, thigh riding, larissa wants to kill your husband, old vampire traditional marriages, cheating but gay sex am i right, forbidden love, larissa's mommy and daddy issues, implied abuse.

a/n: hiii I haven't written anything in forever but I miss her so much so here's a fic I started on and finished with an au I had in mind from a dream I had so. Enjoy <3

Larissa knew this was bad. 

She wasn't supposed to get close to you, be near you, even breathe the same air as you. everytime she caught a glimpse of you in class, she couldn't help but stare longer. There was this deep and strange longing she had for you. She could almost hear her mother's voice scolding her and her behaviour. Larissa didn't like it when her mother yelled at her. Her father was a bit more nice, but that was because he wasn't her real dad. 

She tried hating you for so long, distancing herself away from you as much as she could. When she was taken to the academy, that's when she met you for the first time. Well, saw you is the right term for it since she couldn't face you and say hello while you were chatting away so casually with Morticia frump as if the two of you have been best friends for your whole lives. 

That's when the jealousy started happening. 

She didn't like how you made her feel, how unaware you are of how much control you have over her. She didn't like the feeling of jealousy. The twist in her stomach everytime she looked your way, saw your perfect smile and how gorgeous you were in basically anything and everything you wore. How you dressed, how kind and selfless you are to people, you were everything she wasn't and she hated that. 

Larissa knew for sure that if you met her mother, she would like you immediately. Wanting you to be her replacement daughter rather than her own. Because at least she can look at a better version of what she could have been instead of looking at all the flaws she's had with Larissa. 

She hated the way you made her feel so much. That everyday, she kept it all inside her, watched you from afar, being better than her at everything than what she will ever be. Until one day, when the time comes, she will tell you. 

Because she knew she would eventually break. 

–

That day came sooner than expected. 

Everyone from her year that she went to class with all graduated. 

Some got married, had kids, and were successful at their jobs. 

Larissa however, stayed behind at the academy. 

Even when she had a choice to just… leave.

But she found herself not being able to. Even on her last day as she stood up to receive her award, her certificate. She wanted something else, something more than what her mother could ever offer her.

When everybody left the academy to live their lives, she stayed behind. At a school that had become her home. Even if she wasn't that popular like her roommate Morticia, she still liked being in the comfort of her dorm, studying with music playing in the background. Or sitting in the outside era of the main school where you'd see most students go for lunch. She loved the library, the old lady who used to work at the library at the academy and was the absolute sweetest.

Though some days she does miss the smell of her mother's chocolate chip cookies that she made every Christmas that smelled delightful. Or the roast she cooked on Sundays. And how her father would like to tell her stories of the war and his friends and how they meet her mother. She couldn't understand how a kind soul like his would fall in love with a wretched soul like her mother's. They were not similar at all. But it was clear he cared for her and so did she in her own way.

She became the principal of nevermore academy sooner than expected with a lot of work she did on the way. 

And it was fucking worth it.

All the lost hours of sleep, coffee stains and the early groggy mornings. 

And it was all because she hoped to see you again.

Which was silly, how she was the same woman who as a student acted like she hated you, when really it was the exact opposite.

A feeling she could never quite describe. But now that she was older, in her early thirties, she saw things differently now than how she did when she was younger. 

Even now words couldn't help the way she felt for you.

The second she heard the sound of somebody knocking on her door, she wanted to scream. She still wasn’t used to hearing that sound every hour, minute of the date. Then again, she did ask for this, she did work to get where she is now, but she just wished to have just three seconds alone to herself. Without any noise, students coming to her every minute, she just wanted to be able to breathe.

As she stood up, walking towards the large doors of her office, her very own office, that she remembers walking into on her very first day at nevermore academy when she was thirteen. 

Her hand reached the door handle, as soon as she opened it, revealing who ever needed her help at this time, her entire body froze, her breathing turned ragged, her heart was pounding in her chest at the sight of you standing right in front of her, all these years later. 

“Principal weems,” you greeted with a warm smile. Immediately Larissa’s eyes looked down to your hands, no ring, good, she can breathe again. 

Even after all this time that has passed, you still managed to take her breath away. 

Then she realized she was staring. A bit too long. The same thing she did when she was younger. 

“Uh, yes, hello” she embarrassingly stammered, hating how she stumbled over her words there, she straightened herself, finally being able to now look into your eyes without stuttering and freaking out anymore. “Why are you here?--” she questions. 

You raised an eyebrow at her, staring back at her as if she was stupid to ask that. 

“I am here to collect my child? Like I told you in the email I sent you earlier this morning?” you said. 

“Oh! Yes, my apologies, today has been rather… hectic.” she chuckled nervously, letting you into her office. 

Wasn't that a understatement. She could feel an oncoming headache and she took her pain relief this morning with her coffee. 

“Fawn has been an exceptionally good student ever since you brought her here,” she smiled, gesturing a hand towards a chair for you to sit. She watched you take a seat as she went to the jug and turned it on to help with the silence. 

She fiddled with her hands, she grabbed a class and a bottle of wine, she needed a drink and it wasn’t even two pm yet. 

You raised an eyebrow at her, “thought we were having coffee? Last time I remember you were always drinking that stuff.” you let out a laugh. It wasn’t a laugh in mockery or anything like that, but a reminisce of the past. She hated the way her cheeks burned, knowing how red and flustered she easily got around you. As even after all these years, you still managed to twist and turn her stomach into knots until she could barely breathe or look you in the eyes. 

The two of you weren’t exactly close. You hung around Mortcia’s crowd more than you did with her. Though there were times where the teacher would partner you up together and she would think it was some sick and twisted joke from the universe, trying to punish her for something she didn’t even do in the first place. It wasn’t like she asked to have these unrequited feelings for you that run so deep, deeper than the ocean. 

Her heart was pounding in her chest as she poured both of your glasses a drink of classic red wine. Your gaze was still on her and she didn’t like that one bit. It almost felt like you were analysing her. Her every move, every sound she tried to make, god she hated the way you looked at her but she also loved it a little too much. 

“Only someone like you would be drinking red wine at this hour” you chuckled, your hand pressed into your cheek as you crossed your legs together. She looked at the choice of clothing you wore today, a simple white blouse and black pants. You knew how to look good in everything, she even hated that about you. For this current occasion, you choose a formal outfit by the looks of it. 

Your style has changed so much from the last time she remembered the way you dressed yourself back then. Unlike her you didn’t seem to care at all what anyone thought of you. You wore leather jackets, dark, grunge looks, ripped jeans, old band shirts, tomboy-ish looks, now you looked a bit more professional than you used to be. Even how you carried yourself. It wasn’t like how it was before. 

She smiled, awkwardly handing you the glass and making sure her hands weren’t shaking for you to notice. 

There was this tension in the air, the room felt too hot. She couldn’t concentrate on anything. 

“Larissa? Are you alright?” you asked her, you placed your hand on her thigh and she flinched. 

“Uh, yeah, yeah, sorry I just–” she chuckled. “Just tired, that's all. Been a busy week, as always.” 

“I understand,” you said with a small smile. She forgot your hand was still on her thigh and she gasped when you rubbed at her knee gently. She knew it was all out of affection. That you were just that kind you wanted to make things better for her. But fuck. She wasn’t used to you touching her at all.

It set a small flame inside her burst into a wildfire. 

Larissa was captivated by your eyes. They were so beautiful. She loved many things about you, like how soft and kissable your lips were. That the urge to kiss them was too strong for her to ignore. 

“What’s on your mind? I know we aren’t that close for you to tell me everything and anything that’s happened in your life ever since graduation. But… truth be told, I’ve always wanted to get to know you more, Larissa.” 

Your words caught her off guard, her eyebrows furrowed. 

“Why are you telling me this now?” she asks. “When you spent all that time with my perfect roommate that everybody loved so much.” she scoffed, rolling her eyes at the thought of her and her perfect dark black hair and pretty eyes. 

Of course Gomez had to steal her away from her as well. 

She can never have anything that she wants. 

How she wished to be your date to the rave’n instead of that vampire you went with. That boy you loved didn’t even deserve your time at all. He was not worthy of anything you gave him. Sure, he might have been kind, a sweetheart, handsome, a gentleman perhaps, being the type of person to help an old lady across the street, or save a kitten from being stuck on the tree, and he was the type to open the door for you when nobody else would. 

He was everything she wasn’t. 

“How is silas?” she was hesitant to ask, even speaking that name out loud made her want to vomit. 

“He’s… silas.” you shrugged. “But something tells me you aren’t here to talk about my undead husband.” 

She nods, “you’re right on that one.” 

You grinned, “I’m always right. Took you long enough to see that.” 

“See, if you were always right you would know that I’ve always hated him.” 

“Who? Sorry I forgot who we are talking about.” 

“You know who exactly I am talking about.” 

“Do I?” you teased with a small smile, she wanted to scream. 

In this world where vampires, witches, sirens, shapeshifters exist, vampires have this tradition where people who are born as a vampire will marry their own kind. Silas was from one of the wealthiest families in the world and you were from the oldest family that goes way back before this academy was even a thing. Both yours and silas were not only famous for your name, but the history that was left behind. On how the two of your bloodlines were one of the foundings of nevermore academy, along with the addams, and many more generations below us. Larissa knew falling for you was some kind of curse placed upon her that could never be cured. Falling in love with a vampire was the worst thing anyone could ever go through. Especially when they were already bound to another since they were children by contract of their families to form an alliance. An arranged vampiric marriage was what it was called. It was a tradition no one could avoid. 

Though a part of her hopes, with more generations to come, someone will hopefully break that useless tradition. 

Since in this century it's no longer needed. 

Your daughter, fawn, was your first born of her generation. She was also a vampire, and the day you brought her to the academy she was speechless. It was hard enough to hear that Mortcia had given birth to a daughter named Wednesday addams. Who carried a dark, intimidating aura on her wherever she went and that she barely showed any emotion at all. Luckily, with Fawn she was more like her mother than her silly stupid father. She was headstrong, smart, kind, all the best things she got from you. 

She even looked so much like you it drove her insane. 

She saw your daughter hang around enid a lot, even spending time with Wednesday herself, a girl that frightened everybody. Fawn was liked by everyone. The same way you were back then. 

Everytime she spotted Fawn and stared at her, she smiled. Because everything about her reminded her of you. From her smile, her laugh, her eyes. She just wished she was taking care of her with you rather than him. 

She stared at her wrist to check the time, good. She had at least an hour to kill before the next meeting. 

So she took her risk. 

She leaned in closer, her cleavage showing more, she felt bold and confident, which having both at the same time is bad, really bad. But she couldn’t help herself. The temptation was just too strong. The way you were looking at her was driving her insane. She wasn’t dumb. She saw the way you’d stare at her whenever she’d catch your gaze on her while she was passing by in the halls as you talked with your friends. She saw how much you held back, how much you tried to avoid the feeling as much as she did. And after your arranged marriage with your husband you couldn’t really do anything that you wanted anymore. 

The things that you desired. 

Wanted most. 

The kind of things that got your heart pumping again, as if you could feel your pulse even though you are already dead. 

“Are you… doing anything after this?” she asks, you looked nervous almost, which was a rare sight to see. 

“That depends on what you’re asking of me.” 

You were taunting her and she loved it. 

You were like the ice cold blade piercing through her burning heart, ripping a hole so big that nothing would be able to fix it up again. 

Except for you. 

“Well, we should do some catching up, you and I. It’s been so long.” 

You hummed, the sound sending a shiver down her spine. 

“You’re right,” you said, giving her a smile. “I would love to do some catching up with you.” 

Then she finally broke. 

Larissa leaned in closer, pressing herself into you, she practically fell onto your body as you caught her, wrapping your arms around her. She pressed her lips to yours and moaned, she gasped when your knee met her throbbing core. 

“I’ve missed your scent” you groaned into the kiss, “your taste, especially. Can't forget such delicious sweetness.” 

She whined into your mouth, grinding her pussy onto your thigh. She wanted more, no, needed more. She felt so dirty, rubbing herself against your knee, kissing the same lips that your husband kisses. But she didn’t care. God she’s wanted you for so long that he could walk in right now and see you and her fuck each other in her office in the same fucking academy you two met and “fell in love” while all along she had you in between her thighs, addicted to her taste more than being loyal to your husband that she would love to kill if she had the chance. 

It wasn’t long until you made her come, hard, she knew this was just the beginning of what you could do to her and what she had to offer. It was like a game the two of you played. Kind of like cat and mouse but something better, more wicked and dangerous that it could get you killed. 

Your hands roamed her body as you kissed up her neck, sucking at her pulse. You whined. The sound drives her crazy. She wanted to hear more of it. 

“You’re so cute like this” she chuckled, cupping your face in her hands. “My personal fucktoy, my very own vampire, who treats me like I am a goddess.” 

“You are a goddess.” you moaned, your own drool going down your chin as you wrapped your lips around her hardened nipple, sucking on them. “My goddess. You are the altar of which I worship.” 

She blushed deeply. 

“You’re just buttering me up so I can fuck you real good, better than your own undead, wretched husband of yours could do with his limp dick.” she chuckled, her jaw clenched the more she thought of him fucking what doesn’t belong to him. 

You moaned at her words, you could feel yourself dripping down your leg with how soaking wet you are. “Please, fuck, I need–” 

You gasped when she wrapped her hand around her throat, staring into her heated gaze as her grip tightened. 

“Please, what?” 

“P-please fuck me.” 

She smirked. 

“How could I deny a pretty face like yours?.” 

And then she kissed you. Hard. she slipped a finger inside your cunt and she moaned at how wet you are for her. You whined, bucking your hips into her. Desperate for more. She knew, she just loved toying with you. Watching your face contorted into pleasure with how good she fucks you is enough to bring her to her own pleasure. 

“Please” you pleaded with a gasp, gripping at her sides. “Please–” 

“Shhh, I got you, baby, I got you.” she cooed, pressing a kiss to your lips. 

She added in two more fingers, stretching you out good as she pumps her digits in and out of you rough and fast. Your body was shaking, on the verge of a breakout. She loved watching you, especially when you were like this. You looked so beautiful, just perfect. She just wished she could keep you like this forever. 

“I’m close” you choked, whimpering as she rubs her thumb onto your clit. “So close.” 

“It’s okay. Come for me, darling. I’ve got you.” she smiled.

You came with a muffled cry with her lips pressed against yours as she was drowning out your moans and cries. She didn’t want anyone walking past her office suspecting anything happening that isn’t professional with the principal fucking her one of her students parent and making her come on her office’s couch on her break. 

She can’t deny it was one of the best breaks she’s had in forever. Just seeing you again, makes everything better again. 

You rested your head on her heart that was beating so loud that it was the only thing you heard. You smiled as she wrapped her arms around you. 

“I’ve got ten minutes left, love.” 

“Mhm” you muttered. 

She chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

 “Ten minutes is all I need.”