#anywaysss.... happy new year everyone ? ^_^

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truly the thing i’ve realised with my writing is that i truly don’t give a shit, and by that i mean, i love writing so much, and all of my worries about mean comments or ppl not liking my stuff are usually unfounded, and i don’t wanna stop writing, just because of that, either way. like, that’s a you problem, not a me problem, babe x

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I see you opened your requests hehehe. This little idea popped into my head and i can’t get it out. So it’s larissa x reader and r is the new principal since everyone thought larissa died but tn tn tnnnn she’s alive and she comes back to nevermore but only as a professor since they already hired r which doesn’t sit right with larissa and she automatically doesn’t like r. So they bicker all the time until they just hate fuck one day (how it came to that point is totally up to you) and pleaseeee i need them to fuck the shit out of eachother. Then when it’s done r admits that she would much rather just be a professor, that being principal is too much for her and she’ll back down from the position.

Anywaysss that’s it and make it as long as you want if you decide to write it :) (love all of your work btw)

A/N: I AM SO SORRY FOR HOW LONG THIS TOOK (*hides in shame*). I do hope this makes up for it, I found it very fun to write and, though it took a different turn than I'd originally planned, I am happy with how it turned out! And thank you so much 🤍

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Larissa Weems x f!reader

Words: ~ 7.5k | ao3 link in title

Content/warnings: angst, lots of bickering and arguments, enemies to lovers (sorta), unhealthy relationship / power dynamic, coma, mentions of ptsd/anxiety??, nsfw (smut): hate sex, rough sex, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, marking

Principal of Nevermore Academy: it certainly had a nice ring to it.

The past years all led up to this: after finishing university and getting your masters in education, you’d scored a teaching position at a school for outcasts in California. Being an outcast yourself, you were grateful for the opportunity that had opened up - teaching was a passion of yours, certainly, but teaching outcasts, kids like you, that was a dream come true. Eventually, you took over assistant principal duties at the school and you had to admit you liked the change of pace, being involved in the administrative side of things for once.

During your time in California, you’d set your eye on Nevermore Academy - another prestigious school for outcasts, the first school of its kind. And when you’d heard of an opening for a new principal? You just had to apply. The position was posted at rather short notice - apparently, there had been an incident involving the previous principal, who’d been in a coma for weeks and hadn’t shown any signs of recovering. They needed to find someone to fill in for the new school year - fast - and, as though it were fate, your application was immediately accepted.

The school year at Nevermore had been going on for a few weeks now and your new office was finally starting to feel like your own. You’d made a few changes in decoration - some of the prior principal’s decor was a bit odd for your taste. But you were settling in well, getting to know your duties and connecting with your staff and students.

You were just catching up on some emails as the door to your office flew open, rattling in its hinges and causing you to jump, your heart racing.

“Jesus, you scared me! Haven’t you heard of knocking?” You fixed your gaze on the woman who had so unceremoniously barged into your office and was now taking long strides towards your desk. She was a stunning woman - tall, with long legs; dressed to the nines; her hair nearly white and perfectly coiffed to accentuate her cheekbones; her eyes deep blue and sparkling with a deep fury.

“I don’t have to knock to enter my own office,” the woman hissed, her tone venomous. 

Your brows knit together in confusion and you squinted at her, your mind going a mile a minute. Now that you thought of it, she did look vaguely familiar… Who the fuck- oh. Oh. 

“You’re the former principal, aren’t you? I thought you were in a coma?” You figured the polite thing to do would be to ask how she’s doing, show some sign of concern, but she looked perfectly fine to you - and she didn’t seem in the mood to engage in small-talk, anyway - so you bit your tongue.

The woman’s eyes flashed dangerously, her upper lip twitching as she tilted her head. “Principal Weems. Headmistress of Nevermore Academy. Now if you’d be so kind as to get out of my chair…”

You stood slowly, placing your hands on your desk and leaning forward. While you didn’t quite match her height, you’d be damned if you let yourself be intimidated - you’d worked too hard for this position, wished for it too much, you wouldn’t let her take it from you, no matter who she thought she was.

“I’ve been appointed principal of Nevermore. This is now my office. If you have an issue with that, I’d like to kindly refer you directly to the school board.” You paused, raising an eyebrow and sorting some papers on your desk. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have meetings to prepare for.”

Principal Weems glowered down at you and you glared up at her, neither one of you seeming to want to back down. Her eyes flicked between your own, blazing with fury and passion in equal measure. Abruptly and without another word, she turned on her heel and stormed out of your office, slamming the door behind her.

Your eyes followed her every move as you stared after her, your heart thundering in your chest. The nerve of that woman. This was definitely not something you’d planned for - you hoped she wouldn’t cause too much trouble with the school board.

~~~

As expected, you received a call from the school board the next day - it seemed that the former principal had caused a bit of an uproar after she’d left your office. The head of the school board informed you that Ms. Weems, formerly Principal Weems, would be appointed to Nevermore as a history teacher. You figured the decision was made due to her connection with the school, but also to keep the peace. Even based on your short interaction from the previous day, you could guess the kind of hell she’d raised after leaving your office.

Given that her former quarters, which had been locked up for the time being, were attached to your new office, Ms. Weems would be appointed new quarters in the teacher’s hall as well until the end of the school year. What this meant, however, was that she would have to come by your office to pick some of her things up from her old quarters - which you were not looking forward to.

It was nearing 5 pm on a Friday - you still had a pile of administrative paperwork waiting to be completed, but you couldn’t concentrate for the life of you. You’d already cut your lunch break short to deal with the shenanigans of some students, and with the weekend so close your motivation to read through the documents the mayor had sent you was at an all time low. Slipping your phone from your pocket, you decided a break - just a short distraction, really - was in order, and started to scroll through your socials.

The door to your office creaked open - you figured it was a student who needed something and raised your head to reprimand them for forgetting to knock, only to be met with the sight of Ms. Weems. Larissa, as you’d read in her file. A beautiful name for an admittedly beautiful woman - too bad she seemed intent on loathing you. She stopped in the doorway, her lips curling into a disapproving frown.

“Hard at work, I see,” she sneered, closing the door behind her and giving you a once over, her eyes full of disdain as they lingered on the cell phone in your hands.

“I hardly see how this is any of your business,” you replied, your voice hard as you scowled back at her. Two could play at this game. “And if I may be so blunt, it’s rather rude not to knock before you enter someone else’s office. Particularly when that person is your superior.”

The blonde’s features hardened even further, her expression changing from disdainful to downright icy.

“Do not underestimate my connections in this town, Ms. Y/L/N. It would be a shame to see you lose your new position so suddenly.” Her voice was condescending, sickeningly sweet with a razor sharp edge to it - you tightened your grip on your phone, your knuckles turning white as you felt your heart begin to pound viciously.

“Is that a threat, Ms. Weems? And, while we’re on the subject of my position, I would prefer if you would address me as Principal Y/L/N from now on.”

“Not a threat. A promise.”

With that, she swept past your desk with an elegant yet powerful stride, swiftly unlocking the door to her former quarters and disappearing inside.

After what seemed like ages, Larissa emerged with two massive suitcases. You tried to ignore her and concentrate on your work, but it seemed she was deliberately being as noisy as possible, and that made it increasingly difficult to focus on anything else.

“You know what?” You stood from your desk, shutting your laptop and grabbing your phone and keys. “I’m going to head out to get some dinner. You just figure this” you gestured vaguely towards her quarters as you crossed the office “out.”

“Chivalrous,” Larissa remarked sarcastically as your hand rested on the doorknob - you turned and raised an eyebrow. 

“You’ve been nothing but rude to me since the second we met. You want help? Call your friends or connections or something.” With that, you disappeared into the corridor, slamming the poor door behind you and missing the way Larissa’s face fell. 

~~~

By the time you got back to your office late that night to lock up (and you’d taken your sweet time, not in the mood for any more altercations), Larissa was gone. 

You barely slept that night - you were restless, tossing and turning constantly. You hated arguing with people - particularly your colleagues, which Larissa now was. Tomorrow was to be her first full day back at Nevermore, and it left you feeling unsettled and anxious.

Against all odds, the following morning was a quiet one. You’d half expected Larissa to barge into your office before lunchtime to scream at you about something, but no such outburst occurred. You’d gotten ahead of yourself, however - late that afternoon, the door to your office burst open, the tall blonde once again stalking towards your desk.

“Still having problems with the concept of knocking, I see,” you hissed, clenching your teeth.

Larissa glowered down at you, completely disregarding your statement - save for the subtle twitch of her upper lip.

“You really should adjust your tone when speaking with your staff, Principal Y/L/N.” She spat the word 'principal' at you as if it were laced with venom. “One might otherwise get the impression that you don’t respect them.” The right corner of Larissa’s lips curled up slightly into a condescending smile, and you felt a raging heat begin to boil in the pit of your stomach.

“It’s clear you don’t respect me, Ms. Weems,” you replied as coolly as you could. “But we both know that insulting me, no matter how much joy it may bring you, is not the reason you barged into my office. So. Why are you really here?”

“The planning of this year’s Rave’N.”

You raised an eyebrow, leaning back in your chair and clasping your hands together on your lap as you waited for Larissa to continue.

“As you may know, Nevermore Academy has been built on a centuries old history of tradition. I have spent my career upholding those traditions that make up the very heart of this school, to uplift our students, our faculty, and our community.”

You ran your tongue along your upper teeth - you already knew where she was going with this, and you had to fight the urge to groan and roll your eyes.

“So imagine my surprise, and dare I say disappointment, when I found out that our new dearly beloved principal was planning on canceling the Rave’N. An activity that our students greatly look forward to and that is essential to this school’s extra-curricular framework…” Larissa trailed off, her own eyebrow quirked in challenge as icy blue eyes flashed dangerously.

Taking a moment to collect yourself, you let out a long sigh - God, this woman was irritating. “Ms. Weems, I have absolutely no intention of canceling the Rave’N. I am, however - as you may have heard - postponing it until the spring. I’m not certain where you got your information, but you may want to check your sources before you go around rashly pointing fingers at people.”

Larissa folded her arms defensively across her chest, her cheeks slowly turning red in hue. “The Rave’N has been held on the same weekend every year for nearly 200 years. What made you decide to break tradition?”

“It’s my humble opinion, Ms. Weems, that it isn’t working well at all. The Rave’N, the way it has traditionally been held, has consistently taken place a few short weeks before end of semester exams, squeezed unceremoniously between other events that are far more important for the Academy. The Poe Cup, for one - which is steeped in history, as you may rightfully agree, and which encourages healthy competition amongst our students. And, of course, Parent’s Weekend, which is essential for nurturing our wider outcast-community and involving our dear parents and alumni. The Rave’N, in contrast, is a frivolous school dance which, whilst certainly entertaining, wastes precious time that students could spend studying for their exams.”

Larissa looked like she was damn close to exploding on the spot. Her nostrils flared as she stared you down, her expression nothing short of disdain and utter disgust. When she spoke, red lips curled around brilliantly white teeth, which flashed dangerously in the light of the setting sun from the window behind you.

“I will not have you ruining this school, a place I have devoted my entire existence to, whilst you waltz in here and decide that it isn’t up to your arbitrary standards. Just because you don’t have the experience required to run a school and juggle multiple events at once, does not mean that they have been poorly planned. Rather, I believe this situation reflects your own shortcomings as an administrator.”

“Fine.” You grit your teeth - you’d have fired the woman on the spot if she hadn’t weaseled her way in through the school board. “You want to have your precious Rave’N this fall? You plan it then. I, however, want no part in it.”

Larissa let out a snort. “It’s nothing I can’t manage. And not to worry, I’ll leave you out of it.” With that, she turned and stalked back to the door, her hips swaying in an irritatingly tantalizing way - it made you furious.

“Oh, and Ms. Weems? If you barge into my office to insult me one more time, I will not hesitate to take this up with the school board.”

Larissa’s shoulders tensed and her hand paused on the door handle - then she yanked the door open and, once again, slammed it behind her. 

Ridiculous.

~~~

Although Larissa had since refrained from bursting into your office unannounced for a verbal sparring match, the bickering continued full-force. You’d hoped it would get better as time went on, but the opposite proved to be true.

Thoughts of Larissa had begun to plague you wherever you went. You couldn’t avoid her - she was everywhere. She argued with you during every staff meeting, made a point to pass you in the hall every chance she got, chose a seat directly within your line of vision during lunchtime - taunting you wherever you went. You’d started to hide in your office during breaks simply to find some reprieve.

You’d even lie awake in bed at night, unable to get the infuriating blonde out of your head. The worst part was, it wasn’t just your anger and anxiety over the arguments and the disrespect that kept you from sleeping - it was the fact that, despite it all, you couldn’t get over the strange pull that you felt towards this woman, even as you’d begun to hide from her like a coward.

She was driving you utterly mad, in every sense of the word. When she argued with you, baring her teeth, her face contorted with rage, you wanted to slap her. Then, and it took you a few sleepless nights to admit it to yourself, you wanted to kiss her - you wanted to consume her, to smudge her lipstick and litter her body in purple marks, to push her up against a wall and fuck the rage out of her. You wanted to see the arrogant, furious, domineering Larissa Weems turn into a needy little slut, utterly at your mercy and begging you to cum, to please, please, let me cum- 

You groaned in frustration, slipping a hand under the covers and into your underwear. Your cunt was absolutely drenched and you couldn’t take it anymore, rubbing hard and fast circles around your clit as you felt both shame and pleasure overwhelm you. Your imagination was your best friend as you pictured Larissa: her face flushed, her lipstick smeared down her chin, her milky thighs trembling and clenching around your hand as she rode your fingers - sinful moans being ripped from her throat because of you. 

Your orgasm washed over you as you reached your peak - it came and went, and you pulled your fingers from your underwear and wiped them on the sheets. Embarrassment and regret welled up inside of you as you laid there alone in the darkness of your quarters, unable to stop your thoughts from drifting towards a certain former principal and what she might be doing in her quarters.

Sleeping, probably, you thought bitterly.

~~~

Each week proved to be more trying than the last, and you found yourself, more nights than not, lying awake until ungodly hours thinking about Larissa - touching yourself because of Larissa. The harder she made your life, the more you seemed to be consumed by her - and then, the next hurdle was thrown your way.

Part of your duty as principal was, of course, conducting performance evaluations of your staff. Since you were new at Nevermore and unfamiliar with the staff members, you’d had to pop into parts of their classes to observe and get a feel for their teaching - and most of the teachers welcomed this with open arms.

Larissa Weems was not like most of the teachers, though. Given how often she’d shown up in your office unannounced, you’d had no qualms about randomly popping into her last class of the day, closing the door gently behind you and taking a seat in the back row.

Larissa stopped teaching immediately, her proud, tender smile slipping from her face when she saw your face among the sea of students. “Can I help you, Principal Y/L/N?” Her voice quavered slightly, and the students turned around curiously, their eyes darting between you and Larissa.

“Don’t mind me, Ms. Weems,” you said with a forced smile. “I’m just observing for today. Just pretend I’m not even here.” You gave her a wink which had her lip twitching and her nostrils flaring - the tension between the two of you did not go unnoticed by the students, who were eerily quiet as Larissa resumed her lesson.

Before you’d made your presence known, Larissa had been smiling so warmly at her students - it was obvious how much she cared for them, and the energy in her classroom had felt inviting and kind. The shift in energy when you’d sat down was alarming - Larissa had turned into an ice queen almost instantly. You could tell she felt uncomfortable and tense, and her teaching was robotic and distracted. Her students didn’t seem to be very engaged either - it seemed that her mood had rubbed off on them, and a feeling of unease blanketed the room.

When the lesson was over, Larissa immediately turned to her desk to pack her things, her students filing out of the room in silence.

“Ms. Weems, I’d like to see you in my office in twenty minutes, please. I have something I’d like to discuss with you.” You didn’t wait for a reply before slipping out of the classroom and hurrying to your office.

~~~

Exactly twenty minutes later, a low knock sounded on your door - you were almost pleasantly surprised, but then Larissa barged in anyway, without waiting for you to respond, and you felt a twinge of annoyance bubble up inside of you.

“You wanted to see me.” Larissa grit her teeth as she stalked up to your desk.

“I did. Please, have a seat.”

Larissa ignored your offer and you let out a heavy sigh. “I must say, I was really disappointed this afternoon. The energy in your classroom was bordering on hostile and you made all of us feel very uncomfortable. I wouldn’t say that’s exactly conducive to learning and-”

“What were you even doing in my classroom?” Larissa hissed.

“I have been getting to know our faculty and their teaching methods better. It has worked quite well with your peers, however this afternoon was… eye-opening for me. What disappointed me the most, Ms. Weems, was that I caught a glimpse of you teaching as I entered the room, and it was… lovely. You care about your students, you really do, and I believe you to be a capable and nurturing teacher - your student’s grades prove as much.” You stood and rounded your desk, coming to stand in front of Larissa. “But the way your demeanor shifted when I joined your class… The way you refuse to work with me - it cannot continue like this.”

Larissa took a step forward, into your personal space. You could practically feel the white-hot anger radiating off of her in waves - it completely engulfed you. “You humiliated me in front of an entire class of my students and I-”

“Oh, shut up, Larissa!”

The blonde looked visibly shocked at the sudden use of her first name, the way it rolled off your tongue. Her pupils widened and her cheeks flushed - it was as if a switch had flipped inside of her as her eyes began to narrow and her lips curled into a sneer, electricity crackling between your bodies.

“Make me.”

That was it - the last straw. The heat you felt coursing through your veins was too much to bear, and without a single thought of consequences, you crashed your lips into Larissa’s, your hands immediately resting on her hips and tugging her closer.

The blonde let out a wanton moan as your tongue wasted no time in swiping at her lips, begging for entry - which she granted you without hesitation. Her tongue immediately met your own, licking into your mouth with a desperate sort of passion as she pushed her body flush against yours. Her left hand fisted at the collar of your shirt, pulling you closer and closer as her right hand threaded itself tightly through your hair, holding you in place.

The tension surrounding the both of you was growing thicker by the second, a hot coil winding itself tightly in your abdomen and lighting your entire body aflame. With a step forward, you had Larissa pinned between you and the edge of your desk. A little push was all she needed to topple back onto it, pulling you with her. 

Larissa’s hands shot out to catch herself before her back hit the wood, and your lips disconnected for a moment. Her hot breath was heavy against your face and you looked up to see Larissa’s gaze fixed intently on your own, her eyes heavy-lidded and her pupils dilated so that there was barely a sliver of blue visible.

Her lipstick was smudged, smeared across her chin, just like in your fantasies, and for a moment you froze, like a deer caught in headlights.

You, the prey, and Larissa, the predator.

A wicked smile formed on her lips as she realized your predicament.

“Thought you could just fuck the attitude out of me, did you?” she purred, baring her teeth. You swallowed thickly, your eyes glued to her kiss-swollen lips, your heart pounding so fast you thought it might burst.

Even leaning back with her ass resting on your desk, she still towered over you. Her height had never intimidated you before but for a moment it gave you pause - you felt so very small. That moment was enough for Larissa to realize she had the upper hand, enough for her to slide her palm over the outside of your thigh, enough for her nimble fingers to tug the fabric of your skirt upwards until it was resting snugly above your hips, your panties on display for her. 

“How naive of you,” she murmured as her fingers came to rest on your abdomen - you shivered at the touch - before slipping into the waistband of your underwear. You felt your cheeks burn as Larissa slid two fingers between your folds - you were so wet for her already, and the thought embarrassed you. 

Larissa hummed quietly as she began to tease your slit, taking her time exploring your sex and gathering your juices on the pads of her fingers. When she finally soothed her fingers over your clit, you let out a strangled gasp, your hands coming to rest on her shoulders and squeezing tightly as your eyes fluttered shut.

Your clit was so sensitive, like every casual brush of her fingers could send you over the edge - but they didn’t. Just when you thought you might cum, her fingers left the little bundle of nerves and slid down your slit, towards your entrance. 

She slipped the tip of her finger in, just to the first knuckle, before retracting and circling your entrance with a featherlight touch. Your nails dug into Larissa’s shoulders as you bucked your hips into her hand, whimpering desperately.

“So needy already and I’ve barely touched you,” Larissa tutted. “Tell me, have you pictured this before? Have you craved it?” Condescension dripped from her lips but you couldn’t find it in you to care - in fact, if anything, you felt the coil in your belly tighten and you ground your hips harder into her hand.

“Y-yes,” you whimpered. There was no point in lying to Larissa, not with how wet you were - and you would do just about anything to cum right now.

Without warning, Larissa plunged her finger into your hole, chuckling at the moan that clawed its way from deep within you. After a few pumps of her finger, she added a second digit and began to match the thrusts of your hips as she fucked you.

She curled her fingers upwards, going deeper this time and causing you to thrust forward so violently you nearly slid to the floor. Her reflexes were quick and she steadied you with her free arm, a smirk growing on her face.

Whatever power trip she was on, you didn’t care to stop her as her lips crashed into yours, her tongue all but forcing its entry into your mouth and asserting dominance. You felt entirely at her mercy as you felt yourself teeter on the edge of pleasure, your mind going fuzzy as Larissa’s fingers hit all the right spots inside you. What finally sent you over the edge was the way her thumb brushed over your clit at just the right moment, her fingers stroking your walls.

You clenched around her as you came, the coil in your belly snapping. Your moans were swallowed by the blonde, who seemed unable to keep her lips off your own, kissing and licking and gently nipping.

Your hands slid from Larissa’s shoulders to her waist, steadying yourself as you pulled back from the kiss. Larissa slipped her hand out of your underwear, her fingers glistening with your arousal - she brought them to her mouth and made a show of placing them on her tongue, licking and sucking and letting out a satisfied hum.

She watched you watch her, a smug grin growing on her face as your own cheeks flushed at the vulgar noises she was making. It was almost too much to bear, and you felt your frustration return with full force as Larissa pushed herself off the desk, holding her head high and smoothing the wrinkles in her dress. You would be damned if you let Larissa fuck you and then go on disrespecting you and making you feel awful about yourself. 

“You thought we were done here?” You squared your shoulders and glared at Larissa in challenge - she quirked an eyebrow, looking slightly taken aback. “After all that, you would deny me the opportunity to return the favor?”

Larissa’s breathing quickened and you smirked as you leaned in to kiss her jaw. Your lips trailed lower, down the side of her neck, and she tilted her head back to give you better access as your teeth found her pulse point. You could feel her pulse hammering away as your lips latched onto her neck, sucking until her skin had been marked deep red.

Your hands found her hips and you moved down her body until your face was level with her thighs. You could feel Larissa’s gaze upon you as you slid her dress upwards to reveal her underwear - her knuckles turning white as she gripped the edge of the desk. There was a wet spot at the center of her underwear and you leant in, slowly dragging your tongue over the fabric and drawing a breathy groan from Larissa’s chest.

“And here you had me thinking I was the only one who was so wet right now,” you teased, your tongue finding Larissa’s clit through her underwear and giving it a gentle kitten lick, causing her to buck her pelvis into your mouth.

“So impatient…” You glanced up at Larissa’s face to see her cheeks flushed and her chest heaving as she glowered down at you. She made no move to stop you, however - quite the contrary, as she began to roll her hips against your tongue.

As much as you wanted to go on teasing her forever, you also felt a desperate urge to get a taste of the woman before you, so you hooked your fingers under the waistband of her underwear and pulled it down her long legs. You hooked her thighs over your shoulders, unable to stop yourself from moaning as you watched Larissa’s glistening folds spread for you.

You began to place wet, open-mouthed kisses to the insides of Larissa’s thighs, alternating between each leg and reveling in the way her thighs began to tremble beneath your lips. Smirking, you bit her thigh - right next to the entrance to her pussy. Larissa hissed and yanked your head back by the hair, her eyes flashing violently. Behind the aggression, there was a pool of unfettered desire already unspooling. Larissa was coming apart at the seams before your very eyes, and you could tell by her anger that it was unsettling to her.

The very thought emboldened you. “Well if it isn’t the former principal of Nevermore, turned into a needy little slut for me.” 

Your words had the desired effect - Larissa mewled and bucked her hips towards your mouth. You took the opportunity to dive right in, the scent of her arousal filling your nostrils and making you feel dizzy with want as your tongue dragged its way up her slit. She tasted absolutely divine and you let out a satisfied hum that vibrated against her pussy and drew a deep moan from her chest.

Larissa’s fingers wound themselves even tighter in your hair as your tongue began to draw lazy circles around her clit, smearing your saliva and her arousal around the sensitive bud. You began to alternate between licking and sucking, wrapping your lips around her clit and flicking your tongue over it - experimenting with different paces and amounts of pressure to find out which drew the most sinful moans from the blonde’s lips, which made her thighs begin to tremble around your head.

You found it easy to lose yourself in Larissa - in her taste, her scent, the noises she was making, the way her pussy felt against your tongue and the way her hand felt against your head. You lapped hungrily at her cunt, your own desire burning hot within you as you felt Larissa barrel closer and closer to the edge - if the shaking of her legs and the volume of her groans was anything to go by.

Glancing up to catch a glimpse of her face, you dipped your tongue into her entrance, feeling her walls clench. A fire seemed to burn in her eyes as she came undone. You could tell how badly she wanted you by the way her lips parted as she gazed down at you, the way her tongue grazed her lower lip, the way the exposed part of her chest was red with anticipation. Her head lolled slowly back and her eyes fluttered shut, and you continued to lick and suck through her orgasm.

Larissa let go of your hair and slumped back onto the desk, her breathing labored. You let out a satisfied hum as you licked the arousal off the insides of her thighs, then gently unhooked her legs from your shoulders and stood, leaning over the desk and smirking down at her.

She lay back against the desk, staring at the ceiling. When you came into her line of vision, she tilted her head towards you and met your gaze, a strange expression on her face.

“I need to leave,” she whispered hoarsely, her eyes wide and glassy.

You opened your mouth to speak but before you could get a word out, Larissa had pushed herself up and pushed past you, pulling her dress down with one hand as she stooped down to grab her underwear with the other hand. She balled it into her fist, hiding it from view as she hurried to the door.

“Lari-” Slam.

Larissa was gone, leaving you to slump down in the armchair across from your desk, your chest heaving and your mind racing.

~~~

After a night of tossing and turning, you woke to an email from Larissa in your inbox.

Ms. Y/L/N,

Unfortunately, I am feeling a bit under the weather today, and am unable to teach my afternoon classes. Please do be so kind as to find a suitable replacement.

Regards,

L. Weems

Something wasn’t sitting right with you. Your stomach churned as you read the email over and over again, and it didn’t stop as you brushed your teeth, nor as you got dressed, nor as you settled at your desk with a cup of coffee.

You couldn’t get the previous day out of your head, and two things stuck out in your mind most of all: 

Firstly, the little glimpse of Larissa that you’d caught when you’d first entered her classroom. The warmth, the genuine smile directed at her students, the encouraging tone to her voice. It was a side of Larissa that you hadn’t been privy to at all, and it made your heart ache - making you wish, even if just for a moment, that she could someday afford you that same warmth, that that brilliant smile of hers could be directed at you.

And secondly, the way those few moments made you realize how much you missed teaching. You’d always felt that your greatest purpose in life was to guide young outcasts and help them achieve their own goals, just as your teachers had done for you. And right now, as principal, you weren’t doing much of that at all. Maybe Larissa was right - maybe you weren’t cut out for the administrative side of things. The constant push and pull, the political bullshit, making all these decisions for the good of the school and being left so very unsure of yourself, with so little time to dedicate to the students you loved so much.

Your mind was replaying your last interaction with Larissa - the look in her eyes, how she’d left in such a hurry. Something was definitely off, and you wouldn’t rest until you’d sorted it out.

Shutting your laptop and abandoning your coffee, you grabbed your keys and made your way to the teacher’s quarters.

~~~

“Ms. Weems?” you called out, rapping your knuckles against the door to her quarters.

Silence. 

“Ms. Weems?”

…

“Larissa?” you tried, knocking again.

This time, a soft shuffling could be heard, followed by the click of a lock, before the door opened just a crack, revealing one side of Larissa’s face, cast in shadow - it seemed she had the curtains drawn, and you suddenly felt guilty in case you’d woken her.

“Didn’t you receive my email, Ms. Y/L/N?” There was no hard edge to Larissa’s voice - she simply sounded exhausted.

“I, uh… I did, yes. I’m sorry if I woke you. I just wanted to check in and see if there’s anything I could do for you.” And talk, you added in your head. “Could I please come in?”

Larissa stared at you for a moment. Then a moment more. Then, she opened the door just a crack more and allowed you to step inside her quarters. 

The curtains were indeed drawn, though the second that Larissa closed the door behind you, she hurried to the window and opened them to let in some light. She looked pristine as ever - not a hair out of place, makeup done to perfection, clothing free of wrinkles. She didn’t look ill at all. The only indication that she may have been curled up in bed was the untidy way her sheets were made up, as if she’d pulled them up and fluffed them in a haste.

Larissa’s eyes followed your gaze to her bed and she quickly took a step to the side, blocking it partially from view.

“Have you come to inspect how I keep my quarters now, as well?” she asked, an iciness seeping back into her tone. “I didn’t realize that was any of your concern as principal, Ms. Y/L/N.”

You shook your head lightly, finding yourself suddenly at a loss for words. “I… no. No, it’s not. That’s actually not why I’m here. Could you… um, could you please call me Y/N?”

Larissa scoffed and crossed her arms across her chest. “Alright. Y/N. Why are you here then?”

Your teeth sank into your lower lip as your mind whirred with all the things you wanted to say, all the things you wanted to know.

“What happened yesterday?” you whispered finally.

“You were there, were you not?” Larissa said with an incredulous snort. “Or would you like a quick recap?”

“No, I mean… I mean when you left.”

“I wasn’t feeling well.”

“You look fine to me,” you challenged with a raised eyebrow.

Larissa’s face hardened. “Your lack of empathy is absolutely astounding, Y/N.” 

“Well considering the fact that you never actually opened up to me, it’s no-”

“Opened up to you?” Larissa scoffed. “I didn’t realize we were friends. Why should I speak with you about personal matters that don’t concern you?”

You opened your mouth - then promptly closed it again. Larissa was right, of course. You weren’t friends, and what she was or wasn’t going through was, of course, none of your business. That somehow didn’t stop you from wanting to know, though. As infuriating as the woman had proven to be since you’d met, you couldn’t help but desperately wish for things to be different than they were.

“You’re right. You don’t have to tell me anything. I just… I came by to tell you that I’m giving up my position. I’m going to call the school board this afternoon to quit, and I’m telling them that they should hire you back instead.”

The words left your mouth in a rush, and you felt so much lighter the second they did. Larissa’s lips parted, her eyes wide as she tried to process the information. You waited but she didn’t say anything, and so you turned to leave.

Just before you reached the door, Larissa found her voice. It was low and shaky, barely audible - but her quarters were so quiet you’d have heard a pin drop.

“I heard everything.”

Your brows knit together in confusion and you turned to see Larissa perch herself at the edge of her bed, her gaze trained on the floor in front of her.

“I don’t understand,” you whispered. “What did you hear?”

“It took ages for them to find me. When I woke up, I knew I was in the hospital because of the noises around me. Only I wasn’t awake, not really.” Larissa’s voice sounded bitter and subdued, her fingers twitched from where she was playing with them in her lap. “I heard people speaking to me. Then about me. And about Nevermore. And I couldn’t… I couldn’t say or do anything. I could only listen.”

Your heart was thumping erratically in your chest and you took a tentative step towards Larissa. “Who was speaking? Your friends, when they visited you?”

Larissa let out a shaky sigh, her eyelids fluttering shut. “Tell me, Y/N, how much time have you had to maintain your friendships since starting your position?”

The question confused you, and you drank in Larissa’s tense body language, her pained expression. Then you realized what she meant - her friends, if she even had any, hadn’t seemed to visit her at all, and a wave of guilt washed over you, so intense that you took a seat next to Larissa on the bed.

She opened her eyes and peered over at you, seeming to take your silence as a form of acknowledgment. “Some students visited in the first days - Miss Addams and Miss Sinclair, mostly, Miss Barclay once or twice. Later it was school administrators - trying to figure out what to do with me, I suppose, whether or not to…” Larissa trailed off into silence, letting out a shuddering breath as her eyes darted about the room. 

Without thinking, you leant in and pressed your lips to Larissa’s cheek - you felt her tense up and pulled back as quickly as you could, your own cheeks turning scarlet. 

“I-I’m so sorry,” you stuttered, scrambling to your feet.

A hand curled around your wrist, stilling you in your movements. “Don’t be,” Larissa whispered.

“Do you want me to go?” you asked anxiously. 

Larissa looked up at you with wide, watery eyes. “Could you stay? Just for a few minutes. Please.”

You nodded, sitting back down next to Larissa and resting your hand face up on her lap - an offering which she accepted, placing her hand in your own and interlacing your fingers.

“Thank you,” she murmured, her voice shaky. 

You gave Larissa’s hand a gentle squeeze, and the two of you sat in silence for what felt like hours, your hands intertwined. Strangely, you felt more at peace in that moment than you had since starting at Nevermore, and Larissa seemed to be getting more comfortable as well, even resting her cheek on your shoulder at one point.

The moment you left her quarters that afternoon, you pulled your phone out of your pocket to call the school board.

~~~

It was with a heavy heart that you hauled your suitcase onto your bed and unzipped it. Leaving Nevermore would be bittersweet for you - as much as you would miss the school you’d been dying to work at your entire life, you knew you were doing the right thing - for yourself, for Larissa, and for Nevermore.

You opened your wardrobe and began placing your clothes into your open suitcase when you heard a knock on the door to your quarters.

“It’s open,” you called out, and the door creaked as it swung open to reveal Larissa. “Hi,” you said with a shy smile, which Larissa returned hesitantly.

“I’ve just received a call from the school board and gotten everything sorted out. Thank you. You have no idea how much this means to me.”

You smiled softly at the principal. “I think I have some idea.”

Larissa’s cheeks turned pink and she looked away, her eyes darting around your room before landing on the mess on your bed. “Do you want to leave?” she asked, her voice soft and curious.

You chuckled nervously and gave her a light shrug. “I don’t know if I would say I want to leave, but I don’t see what choice I have without a job here. Unless you’re renting out rooms…?”

Larissa chuckled. “Actually, a position has opened up for a new history teacher,” she said. “I’ve taken the liberty of looking into your employment history and I think you’d be a great asset to our staff.”

Your eyes widened. “Really? You would hire me?”

“Yes,” Larissa said firmly. “I would. If you’d like to stay, that is…”

“Yes!” you all but shouted. “Sorry… yes. I would love to, that would be amazing. Thank you, Larissa.”

Larissa nodded, smiling softly. Your eyes fell to the large suitcase that was standing just behind Larissa, and you cocked your head to the side in question.

“The school board has agreed to allow me to take over my old quarters,” Larissa supplied as her gaze followed your own.

“Ah. I see.”

You fidgeted in place and Larissa watched you curiously for a moment. When she realized you weren’t going to say anything else, she gave you a curt nod and placed a hand on the handle of her suitcase. “I’ll leave you to it, then,” she said softly. “Perhaps we can set up a meeting this week to get you acquainted with your new position.”

You nodded, your stomach doing a little somersault as your heartbeat began to pick up just a tad. Larissa took a step back into the hallway and started to pull the door closed behind her.

“Larissa, wait.”

The blonde froze in her movements, her brow furrowing as her gaze shot up to meet your own. You swallowed thickly.

“Do you want help? Moving all your stuff back?”

You held your breath as Larissa stared. Then, her face lit up with a bright, beautiful smile, red lips curling up at the edges and sparkling blue eyes crinkling at the outer corners.

“I would love that.”

x

[runningfrom2am]

I was wondering if you could write a jj x female reader where he’s dating kiara but then he meets the reader and starts to fall in love with her so he doesn’t know what to do.

omg yes i love this so much. and thank you for sending in a request at all! i’m honoured that you chose me :))

this is my first jj fic too and i’m instantly obsessed like hello??

anywaysss please enjoy!

hard to carry

pairing: jj x kook!reader

wc: 1.3k

JJ never believed in love at first sight. Why would he when it had taken years for him and his girlfriend to finally get together? He had loved her- desperately, and had felt like after years of flirting hopelessly he finally got his shot with Kie and he was head over heels. He was happy. But it wasn’t everything he had dreamed of. They fought nearly constantly these days, and her parents had never gotten over the bitter taste in their mouths they had over him even after they found El Dorado and he could give their daughter the life he assumed they wanted for her. It was draining, but he assumed it was all so worth it.

Your parents had just bought a summer home on Kildare island, and you instantly fell in love with the city. The endless beaches, the expansive golf course and with everyone you’ve met so far this summer. You already looked forward to spending every June, July, and August here for the foreseeable future, and have already considered moving into the house full time to watch it while your parents are back in New York living up the Wallstreet life for the remainder of the year. At eighteen, you’re praying they’ll give you the chance.

In an attempt to prove your independence, you’re spending the day alone, running errands for your mom and dad, visiting some local shops and taking the time to get to know everything better. That’s when JJ first lays his eyes on you.

He’s walking around the busy grocery store with a clunky basket, readjusting his grip over and over again because he’d be caught dead before grabbing a cart when he’s shopping alone. You saw no shame in that, however, resting your hip against the side of the half full cart of groceries while you glance between the list in your hands and the table of produce in front of you.

JJ’s eyes fall on your figure as he’s about to reach for a bag of apples, immediately finding himself doing a double take. The way your hair falls over part of your face as he watches you try to pick out the freshest looking watermelon has his breath hitching in his throat, and he instantly abandons his attempt at fitting the bag of apples into his already almost filled basket, deciding a watermelon looks more refreshing in the North Carolina heat anyways.

“Hey- that’s the one I was gunning for.” JJ finds himself saying, pointing to the watermelon in your hands as you turn to place it in the cart.

“Oh! Gosh, sorry. Here.” You say sheepishly, holding the fruit out to him immediately and JJ feels his heart melt.

“Nah, you can keep it. I was just joking.” JJ chuckles, placing his basket on the floor. “It does look the best though, you’ve got a sharp eye.

“Thanks.” You laugh, resigning to putting the watermelon down in your cart instead. “I think you should take that one, that one is second best.” You joke, pointing to a different one on the table.

JJ nods, pretending to consider it. “Yeah, yeah you’re probably right.” He nods, picking it up and inspecting it. “Are you new in town?” He asks, attempting to be casual about it, but he’s genuinely curious since he knows if he’d ever seen you before, he absolutely would have remembered it.

“Uh, yeah! My parents just bought a house here. Down on the other side of the island.” You explain, your cheeks flushing as you pretend to read over your list again.

“Oh, you’re a kook?” JJ replies, making you quirk an eyebrow at him.

“Excuse me?”

Now it was JJ’s turn to blush, his face immediately turning a bright red as he looked at you with wide eyes, long forgetting his ploy at examining the watermelon in his hands. “I- yeah I guess you wouldn’t know what that means. Sorry, just, people who live over there have that nickname. Just means you live on the north side, that’s all.”

Your face relaxes and you giggle. JJ has never heard a laugh so lovely, so sweet that he thinks it could make his jaw hurt if he dwelled on it for too long. “Oh! Okay, neat. I didn’t know that.” You shake your head at your own misunderstanding.

“Yeah, I guess that’s just local slang, kinda.” JJ shrugs, returning your smile and leaning back against the counter, putting the fruit down again. “I’m JJ, by the way. I’m definitely not a kook.”

“Oh, what do they call you then? Assuming you wouldn’t call me a ‘kook’ if you were one yourself.” You ask, tilting your head in his direction.

“Pogues. Pogies, sometimes.” JJ laughs as he explains it, suddenly understanding how silly it must sound to someone who didn’t grow up here.

“Interesting.” You nod a little. “Well, JJ the ‘pogue’, I’m Y/N.”

“Not exactly how you use that, but it’s nice to meet you, Y/N.” JJ grins, leaning back on his palms as they press onto the table.

“Sorry.” You laugh awkwardly again, and JJ can’t help it when his stomach flips once more at the sound. He glances down at his still present basket, remembering suddenly who gave him the list of what to buy, and who he was bringing everything home to so they could make pasta together for dinner. Shit.

“You’re all good.” He laughs it off with you, smile fading with the sudden pang of guilt that followed the dread of returning home to Kie. Who he loved. Loves, still, surely.

“Well, I’ve got frozen stuff here, so I better keep moving…” You trail off, looking into the cart you’ve gathered of almost everything on the list. “I probably should have grabbed those last but I wasn’t really thinking I guess.” You ramble on, stepping around the cart and past JJ to push it away.

“I did the same thing, I get it.” JJ admits, reaching down to pick up his basket.

“Hey, uh, I don’t have any friends down here. Mind if I grab your instagram or something?” You ask, suddenly feeling brave as you stop the cart and turn to face the blonde boy that you admittedly find very attractive. Besides, having friends here will definitely implore your parents to let you stay.

“Yeah! Yeah, here.” JJ nods, digging into the pocket of his cargo shorts and pulling out his phone to open the rarely used app, handing it over to you.

“Yikes, an android? I don’t know if I can be seen with you.” You joke as you take the device, quickly typing in your own username and hitting the follow button, passing it back to him as he laughs.

“Gee, thanks.” JJ chuckles, shaking his head and looking down at the account still left open.

“Maybe I’ll see you around, JJ the pogue.” You tease, giving a quick wave as you make your way towards the front of the store.

“Still not how you say that!” He calls after you, seeing you shrug your shoulders without looking back.

As you turn the corner, JJ let’s out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, once more adjusting the grip his now sweaty palms had on the handles of the basket. The basket full of groceries for Kie, that suddenly feels much harder to carry. Fuck, he doesn’t want to go home to her anymore. And fuck, he can’t wait to scroll through your instagram and endlessly hope that he’ll see you again.

[mcbride]

Daryl Dixon Rewatch S1E02 - Alouette

what i loved the most about this ep was getting to know these kids, their way of living and surviving, and how that allowed us to take a look at Daryl's own stolen childhood. but first things first, Daryl's one track mind - his goal is to return home, in spite of everyone he has any kind of conversation with telling him home/family is who you're with now.

also sassy!Daryl is back full force, and that's one of the things i love the most about this show. some more thoughts after the jump...

it's ironic and hilarious, how Daryl was deemed the one, the messenger, to protect the new Messiah by Isabelle, and the dude keeps getting tricked, trapped, bested by old dudes and children and saved by a nun and some random kids. one thing is what the characters say and believe, and the other is what we are watching on screen. Daryl's not a hero, and the show is making that clear, IMO. not with words, but with action.

Father Daryl, plsss. the moment he is saying grace surrounded by a bunch of children is one of the most genuine Daryl moments in years. there's some kind of innocence and honesty we rarely see that gives us another look into who he is. slurping some good soup without a care in the world for one brief moment in time.

and then there's Mork and Mindy, and how Daryl smiles watching it with them kids, his own childhood feeling so close and far away, bringing up old memories, the only happy memories of his brother Merle while they were kids. it's beautiful.

the share a bed scene with Izzy no one asked for, but that is meant to show they getting to know each other, and i get it, the show is doing it to keep us wondering if something is gonna transpire, keep us interested and invested.

when Daryl says the kids can't miss something they never had (aka normal childhood), he is talking about his own childhood, and perhaps soooo much more he wished he got to live and experience. i will not mention Carol cause that seems wildly inappropriate, but there i mentioned her. she's his only link to who he was and who he is now. despite them never openly talking about their history, Carol knows Merle, knows where he comes from, the type of life he had, and they are connected through that pain of what life should have been like if they hadn't been hurt by people who were supposed to love them and protect them in the past. anywaysss, i just got way too deep.

Daryl's desperation to get to that radio and take him one step closer to getting home makes him do something he normally wouldn't: LIE!!

RJ, the asshole, is telling him all that matters is getting back home to his wife and kids, and Daryl be like "dude, same," but he gets uncharacteristically cruel when he tells him that there's no home to get back to, that everybody is gone, and i can't help but think that's Daryl's own fears talking.

"i'm better off on my own," he said. he was def not since the kids had to pull him out of that walker pit after he blew shit up, like he does. the funny part was when he gets up like an old man with bad knees. there goes that hero!Daryl image out the window once again. he's feeling his age lol

then Daryl does the most Daryl thing he's done since he got to France. he put down that walker!kid for Lou. that's who Daryl is. he cares about people, he will take the weight off of them and offer some comfort. he's not a hero, but he is a good guy with a good heart. he is a man of honor. Carol was right! and he apologizes for lying to Lou.

Laurent should have stayed with those kids at the preschool. he obviously didn't wanna leave, he made friends, and they could teach him everything he needs to know how to survive and live and be happy. but he is "special," or so his aunt says. imma say it again, if Laurent is to have a happy ending, this is exactly where he should end up at. s2 i'll be seated and waiting for you to deliver Carol and Daryl saving this kid together, and letting him live happily ever after with this group.

that final bonding moment between Daryl and Laurent is very moving. Daryl keeps telling him he is lucky to have people who love him and who will protect him, something he himself never had. this ep took one deep dive into Daryl's childhood while still giving us the Laurent origin story. WELL DONE, Zabel.

see y'all next week!!!!

50 days left until the premiere of THE BOOK OF CAROL!!!!!

[kittykatkittykittykat]

OK WAIT IM SO EXCITED

first off, HAPPY NEW YEAR (another year in this reality yay !)

anywaysss

i've been lowk locking in on my fame dr script and im SO FRICKING proud of it, i literally cannot WAIT to show it to everyone bc its gonna be so aesthetic and eat so hard. anyways, i js needed to get that thought out

[mothergold]

happy new years friends and followers! i remember doing one of these when i first joined fanfic tumblr and i’m feeling nostalgic so i thought i’d make one since it’s been awhile and i have some (positive) things to say!!

okay here goes!! putting everything under a readmore to not clog the dash <3

@tighnarly — hi baby. my princess, cupcake, gum drop, bunny baby <3 i’m so happy and grateful to have you as my future wife and i can’t wait for the day we get married. i know i mostly post about my fictional fav (albedo :p) but you’re truly all i want and need 🫶🏻 everytime i write a fanfic i’m thinking of you and me. every word i write is a love letter to you from me. i know i’m not the best with words but i hope one day you’ll be able to see you the way i see you. trust me when i say you are the most beautiful and kind human i have ever met in my life, and i’m gonna personally fight everyone and anyone who hurts you 😗 anywaysss hehe i love you sunshine 💖🫶🏻

@neuvillettes — bestieeeeeee my bestie from the westie 🫶🏻 i’m so glad we met and connected online bc now we legit our roommates and it’s so fun 😭🤚🏻 like i legit dont know how to tell you how much our friendship means to me. ur fr that one person that just GETS me. you’re so kind and funny and fun to be around, but i also love that ur not afraid to be honest with me, especially when i need that tough love approach. i love you oh so much bestie 💖 oh and thank you for the art tablet i literally am still screaming over it hehe.

@suyacho — my beloved bestie 🫶🏻 there is no one i love rambling about my selfship thots about more than you. i love how i can talk to you about anything and everything 🥹🫶🏻 i especially love how patient and supportive you’ve been of me this year, because it meant the entire world to me. i’m so glad we’re besties and i can’t wait for the day i meet you irl 🫶🏻💖mwah ily bestie hehe me, kaeya, and albedo are smoochin u rn 💖 (platonic)

@auphelia — mootie sweet sweet mootie. it always makes me happy seeing you on the dash, and i especially smile whenever i see u in my tags whether it’s a fic or just a regular old post. i get so giddy whenever i talk to u bc u are fr one cool pal!! i’m so glad we’re mooties! and i have to say i can’t wait to see what more you write because you are very talented 💖

@fleur-de-leap — leap!! i know i am very sporadic with my messages but i legit get so happy to interact with you and even more so when i see/read ur art/writing! you’re so fucking talented in so many ways and every day it truly impresses me! when we made the server together that day it made me SO happy and i get so happy seeing i get messages from you 💖 thank you for being my friend through all these years, truly it’s been a blessing.

@shig-a-shig-ah — bestie!!!!! my BESTIEEEE 🥹🫶🏻 i hope u know u mean the entire world to me. i can’t believe we’ve been friends since the beginning of my writing journey, it’s wild! istg ONE DAY BESTIE, ONE DAY we will meet and it will be the best day ever 🥹🫶🏻 ily bestie mwah

@blkladyelle — elle!! my beloved!! it’s so nice whenever i see you on the dash, and i’m always especially happy whenever i get a dm from you! i hope you feel loved and happy this upcoming year and that it holds so much positivity for you. because fuck i need you to have a good year!!! i love you sm and wanted to let you know my dm’s are always open for you 🫶🏻💖

@nc-vb — mootie aka my fellow albedo lover i get so happy whenever i see u interact with me, and i want you to know i’m always rooting for you! you’re writing is so good and honestly you’ve been such a joy to talk to in dm’s, and you’re so easy to talk to. i hope this year good things happen to you, because you truly deserve the world bub 🫶🏻

@4izawas — bestie cas!! i know we just became mutuals but u are legit one of the coolest people on this app! ur writing is fucking god tier and you are legit one of the funniest fuckers i know 😭💖 can’t count the amount of times u’ve made me giggle from something u said 🤭 i’m manifesting that aizawa confesses his love to u this year!!! 💖

if you’re not listed here it’s purely either because i forgot or we didn’t talk too much this year. so, please don’t take it personally if i didn’t include you!! i love all me mooties 🫶🏻💖

[astraysimp]

Matching Halloween costumes with Skz :Maknae line 🤭

Warnings:fluffy, gn!reader(if i make boo boos I'm sorry:(((), if this is poo...also sorry it's 1am 😭😭

☺️enjoy

Han Jisung:

Here's the backstory, you and jisung have known and been best friends for YEARS...I'm talking preschool days. So...matching costumes have been a longstanding tradition between the two of you, your first matching costumes being bumblebees (you two indeed went around "stinging" people and buzzing). Since you and Jisung were now dating and have been for the past two years(which you somehow hid from almost everyone) it meant the costumes meant even more. The costumes were great, a full bee suit(minus the face,) it was black and yellowed striped of course, with a plastic stinger on the butt, white wings on the back and to top it off little antenna headbands 🥹. Evert year was something new, one of you picking costumes or deciding on a costume together . Which lead to this...

Jisung loves anime-demon slayer, Naruto, one piece, my hero academia-you name it and he's seen it. You on the other hand were not the biggest fan, and naturally he'd wanted to dress as anime characters. He'd been scrolling the internet looking for perfect costumes , and when I say scrolling I mean, looking at all the websites he could , checking amazon, Etsy, costume stores, THE WHOLE 9 YARDS.

"Sungie, do we really have to be anime characters this year?" You had whined to him for what seemed like the 100th time. "Yah, buggie of course we do! Come ooonnn , I'll find us the cutest costumes , please please please. Pleassseee for your sungieeeee pleaaasseeee." Jisung had pouted, jutting his lower lip out and batting his big eyes at you, as he laid across your lap. "Aissshhh, sungie I don't even know who these characters are," you'd protested back and you pinched his cheeks." B-but it's special for meeeee AND you picked our costumes last year, buggie!" Indeed, you did:deciding to dress up as Mario and princess peach , because you were his princess and he was always there to save you-just like Mario. Anywaysss, y/n sighed in defeat as you knew they knew Jisung would win this battle "yah you better find us really cute costumes then,hm?" They'd playfully argued, with a gentle boop to his nose. At which, Jisung giggled and clapped his hands, his endearing heart shaped smile coming into full view,"waahhh of course. Only the cutest for my baby, my princess, my buggie, my pookie wookie," he'd pulled his phone out which (unsurprisingly) had about 10 different anime couple costumes loaded.

Jisung pouted and held his phone out to you," buggie boo, who should we be? Bulma and goku.....or.....maki and okkutso yuta...shinji and rei!?" He'd peered up at you, a pout still adorning his face. " sungie...I love you but I don't know who any of those characters are, bubba. As long as you're happy ,I'm happy." You'd admonished, looking down at the puffy cheeked boy in your lap. "Mmmm....maki and okkutso it is!" He giggled , placing the order for your costumes on his phone.

Lee Felix:

This would be your first Halloween with felix, having only been dating for 6 months. So, you knew you'd wanted costumes to be special. You both wanted something cute, that would fit with your personalities, yet also be silly. It'd taken a little convincing to get him to agree. You'd argued the costumes would match your personalities amazing yet also suit your relationship. The costumes being anger and joy from Inside Out-felix being joy and y/n being anger.

Felix being joy just made sense- he's a walking ball of sunshine 🥹 spreading happiness and warmth wherever he goes. Y/n on the other hand, a little hot headed, and has a temper, that can only be calmed by a certain Aussie. So, there you two were , Halloween night, in your cute little costumes, hosting your party.

Felix felt adorable, even though he won't admit it. Grabbing your hand, he pulled you to the photo station , insisting you had pictures taken. Him wearing his yellow shirt with blue flowers, yellow pants to match, standing next to the love of his life, you. "Aaahhh smile baby! My little anger ball." He'd teased as you posed looking mad. So you did exactly that, how could you not be happy when you had a ball of sunshine standing next to you?" Bobokie, say cheese, sunshine!" *click* "what pose should we do next ?" He'd asked you , trying to think something up before the camera clicked again. "Hm....how about something silly, sunshine," y/n had pondered at her boyfriend, arm hugging his midsection. If silly was what y/n wanted, that's what they'd get. So...Felix crossed his eyes , putting his hands up by his head as to look like rays of light while y/n pouted, cheeks puffed out, eyebrows furrowed and arms crossed over their chest...then *click

The couple had one picture left to take....and y/n had been thinking about what pose they should do, completely not hearing what Felix had been saying. "Y/n? Baby, do you have an idea? The photographer is getting the camera ready." He looked down at y/n, arm around their shoulder, eyes filled with love. Y/n looked up at Felix, suddenly snapped out of their thoughts. "Oh, sorry baby! Just was thinking of a pose," they'd mumbled out to him, sheepishly blushing for zoning out. Felix had never felt so in love, all he could do was lovingly cradle his lovers cheek, leaning in to press a kiss to their forehead and let out a low laugh."it's okay my love." He'd whisper against their forehead before resting his forehead against theirs. So engrossed in their moment, neither Felix nor y/n heard the soft click of the camera, the photographer deciding to capture that moment, the two of them looking into each others eyes so full of love, foreheads resting on one another's, as Felix hand cradled their cheek, soft love filled smiles on both of their faces ...it was picture perfect

Kim seungmin:

If Seungmin was anything it was a menace. So, when he got a partner, the menace level was doubled. You see, some couple go for cheesy costumes like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, some do cute like Cinderella and Prince Charming. But , you and Seungmin? No...you went the menace route. You both deciding to be Tiffany and Chucky.

You two were dedicated! Y/n bought special effects makeup, wigs and everything else needed to perfect the look. The night of the Halloween party would be interesting...but getting ready would be worse...

They both had their outfits on, y/n fully done up. They already had the wig on , makeup-thinly drawn on eyebrows, black lipstick and dark eyeshadow- and contacts in. On the other hand ...Seungmin only had his outfit ,wig and contacts on-that was easy."Yah! Seungminnie...stay still! I need to do the fake scars!" They'd whined , straddling their boyfriend, trying to apply the cosmetic scar decals to his face. "It's cold," Seungmin would protest, trying to push their hands away. "Yah! Just stay still, all I need to do is put the scars on , add the little bit of redness and add the staples. It's not going to take long!" They'd argue back, not budging from the lap of their fidgeting boyfriend. "Waahhhhh noooo. This is enough!" Seungmin would whine, shaking his head," yah! Kim seungmin! This was your idea! Stay still...or no kisses!" That was his breaking point ....no kisses? That was going too far . " okay okay...fine. I'll stay still but ...you owe me 10 kisses for threatening to take them away from me." He'd deadpanned. "Yeah yeah yeah, now let me finish."

Yang Jeongin:

Jeongin was new to relationships...but if there was one thing he wasn't new to...it was being a fashion icon. That meant whatever costumes you wore... had to be fashionable, at least fashionable enough for him. That's what lead you to the costume store...

"Yah...they all look...cheap!" Jeongin exclaimed, as you had been walking down the aisle of costumes. "Innie....they're not exactly supposed to look super expensive...you wear them once." Y/n had conceded, running their spare hand along his arm. "Yeah but still....the material is so....cheap...and the costumes are expensive!" He'd rebutted , gliding his hand along a clown costume. "Ssshhhh, innie it's okayyyyyyy." They whined , letting go of his hand briefly , only to wrap both arms around his midsection. "This looks cute , hm?" Y/n suggested , pointing to a bar or and Ken costume.

"It's cute....and still fashionable innie?" They smiled up at him as he pulled the costumes from the shelf. "Yeah...I think we'd pull them off...should we try them on?" Jeongin wondered, resting his cheek on the top of their head, feeling the movement of them nodding. Off to the fitting rooms they went...pulling the articles of clothing out of the bags. Y/n slipped into the pink vest and flared pants, accompanied by stars on the back pockets with a silver sparkly cowboy hat. Doing a once over in the mirror, they smiled and peeked their head out of the door..."innie...you ready?"

"I'm ready!" They'd heard him say, before hearing the door to his fitting room open. "Wwwaahhh so handsome!!!" Y/n exclaimed , clapping their hands, looking at jeongin. "Does it look okay?y/nnie?" He shyly asked, Reaching out to hold their hand. "You look amazing, my fashionista," y/n cooed, leaning up to kiss his cheek. "How do I look? Do I make a cute barbie?" They giggled and spun around , still holding his hands. Suddenly, Jeongin had pulled y/n to him, squishing their cheeks together. "Yyaahhh, you make a perfect barbie. You'd make a perfect anything. My baby, my y/nnie!" He'd giggled and pressed kisses to your face. Giggling, y/n leaned back and nodded." Okay so...barbie and Ken it is! Now , let's change and buy these so we can go eat! I'm craving cheese tteokbeokki!" Nodding his head, Jeongin let them go, and back into his fitting room he went...he never thought he'd be into matching costumes...but with his y/nnie..Jeongin was down to do anything

~~hi besties! This is part 2 of matching costumes with Skz! I hope you enjoyed it!🩷🩷

[alexandraisyes]

i want to sit down with you in vc or something and just listen to you pop off about character analysis and your aus

honestly fr i could listen to you for hours

YOUR BRAIN IS SO INTERESTING

and i just ueuegfjeowkfkvk fascinating

Aww that's so sweet! I don't normally yap about my analyses in VC because when I do my formal analyses I am very scattered. I have about 15 tabs pulled up every time I'm laying out an analysis to make sure I'm not mixing anything up, am using the right terms, and constantly double-checking my information because as wonderful as my brain is, I am infallibly human and do forget things. So basically anytime I cook up a new analysis I completely repeat all of my research as a refresher.

Plus I am literally so ADHD that it is not fucking funny. It's sad. It's genuinely frustrating for other people to try to hold a conversation with me verbally (I've been told this constantly through my life) because I am, again, just so scattered. Most people have a hard time keeping up with me and my train of thought because it's less of a train and more like a remote-controlled ATV and the person with the remote is 4 years old. I remember everything I'm talking about of course, and I can keep up with my train of destruction, but a lot of people get really really really lost. Very quickly.

So I've learned that it's best for everyone if I do my massive thoughts on paper instead, that way I can organize them afterward in a way that's legible for other people.

However, if you don't mind all of that then I'd gladly yap in a voice call about my thoughts and thought processes. I have a really bad sense of control when I'm talking verbally (ASPD thing) however and so I tend to just blurt out really fucking jarring things that can be startling if you're not used to me and my sense of humor. And I would gladly talk for hours, but I can't promise it would be the same topic throughout. There would be a lot of jumping around.

I remember that time that I was fasting for four days and hadn't slept in three and I started a voice call at 2 am to rant for three hours with medical evidence about how the depiction of the spring lock scars in the graphic novel Fourth Closet series was accurate when you consider the fact that the character design of William Afton in those novels heavily implies that the spring locks went off during some kind of fire, or even perhaps the fact that the mechanics malfunctioning caused the fire. This makes double sense when you consider how closely Afton is tied to fire.

But now I'm yapping.

Anywaysss I'm glad you find my content (brain, same difference) interesting! I love just being fucking insane in this fandom, and I have so many silly AUs and I love thinking about the canon characters and shit. Like I love this fandom as a whole, (almost) all angles of it. I'm just happy to be here fr.

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[skyliarsanders]

Bonus: 

[whaleofatjme1920]

Did this for notes. Used My oc Ame 😂 Poor him. Anywaysss HOW ARE YOUU?? HOPE YOU’RE DOING OKAY!!

started the New Year with a new year celebration. Had to dance. The dance was very fast so my foot hurts a bit. Had to do with a partner and it was…fun?? He has enchanting eyes tho- Sorry Tim, it’s just me complimenting lmaoo.

yesterday was mu dad’s birthday and my cat gave birth on the same day! Very cute kitty.

I too hate when my organs are visible for everyone to see. It’s so embarrassing 🙄

I,,,,, admittedly forgot we even had a new year. I don’t even remember what I did. Probably sleep??

Tell your dad and cat I said happy birthday.

[davidobitch]

All I Want | Ilya Feddy

(A/N: I have to repost this cuz idk what happened but literally the entire writing just disappeared after I posted. good thing i write everything on google before i transfer it all to tumblr. i love being smart sometimes. anywaysss this is kinda based off the song All I Want by Olivia Rodrigo. its a a cute song and kinda hits home so why not use it as inspo!)

It’s been about a year and a half since you moved to L.A. to be with Natalie and David. You were truly living your best life. Kind of.

Working for David was insane. Every day was different, you had some of the best friends you could ask for, your boyfriend was perfect...on paper.

He did nice things for you. Like open doors, send you bouquets of flowers to your place, he even drops everything when you’re going through one of your days.

But he was lying to your face almost every weekend.

It was hard keeping a big secret when more than half the time it eats you alive and you can’t tell anyone about it. You knew if you did everything would turn to shit and you would be alone again.

You started thinking back to Chicago. Everything there was perfect, too. But all good things had to end.

Like your relationship with Ilya. He was perfect on paper and on screen. You knew nobody would compare to him but your love didn’t last. It was hard fighting for love that wasn’t being met halfway.

Your thoughts were interrupted with David telling you the news.

“I bought Ilya and Alex plane tickets to stay for the weekend,” He said causing Natalie to squeal from happiness as she missed her best friends.

You faked a smile, trying to convince everyone around you that you were happy with this. You were more excited to see Alex than Ilya. Sure Ilya’s been to L.A. countless times to visit, but you found yourself “busy” whenever he was he, clearly avoiding him.

“I’m gonna go pick them up in like an hour. If you could get the house cleaned a little that would be great,” David said as he retreated back to his room, probably to finish editing.

You could feel Natalie’s eyes burning holes into you. “What, Natalie?” You said, letting out a sigh as you dropped down on the couch.

Mimicking your actions, Natalie sat next to you, nudging your side. “So. Ilya. You gonna be okay with this?”

You shrugged your shoulders, not knowing yourself if you were going to be okay. “Yeah, we’re on good terms. I’ll probably be out with Nick anyways,” Your fingers tugged at the hem of your shirt, trying not to let your lies consume you.

“Oh come on. You and I both know that’s a lie. David’s too dumb to realize it but I see right through you,” Natalie replied, giving you a look.

Your mind was racing. She knows. How does she know? Fuck.

“What’s a lie?” You asked, playing dumb and hoping she wouldn’t say what you worked so well on covering up.

“That you and Ilya are on good terms. And you’re definitely not going to be okay.”

You let out a breath that you didn’t realize you were holding in. “I’ll be fine, I swear,” you said before getting up to clean the house.

Natalie let out a groan not happy that you weren’t opening up to her.

The hour came and went as you watched David rush around his place, trying to find his keys and wallet before finally leaving to pick up his friends. 

Quickly cleaning the rest of the rooms, you took a quick shower, not wanting to look so gross in front of your friends. Even though they’ve seen you in worse conditions. You were hoping that once you were done getting ready, you would still have time to sneak out before David got back. But with your luck, as soon as you stepped out of the bathroom the front door opens and loud voices boom through the house.

“I’m so happy you’re here!” You hear Natalie yell as you round the corner to see her hugging Ilya.

“(Y/n)! What’s up!” Alex yells as he makes his way to you, pulling you into a hug. You haven’t seen him since you moved and his arms made you feel like you were back home.

He let you go just in time for your eyes to fall onto Ilya, who was already looking at you.

You didn’t know what to do, so you smiled softly at him before he made the move to hug you.

You relaxed under his touch as you nuzzled your face into his neck.

Now this is home.

“How are you?” He asks as he pulled away.

“Good...great, actually,” You said, barely believing your own words, “How are you? How’s Chicago?”

Ilya ran his hand through his hair before going back to where everyone else was standing. “I’m good, Chicago’s okay. It’s kinda boring without you guys though.”

You all make your way to the living room to finish talking.

“Well it’s a good thing everyone’s coming over later. It will definitely be everything but boring,” David laughed and shook his head. He knew by the end of the night, this place would be trashed again.

You got up from the couch getting ready to leave when you were stopped.

“Where are you going?” Ilya asked, his eyes not leaving yours, “We just got here,”

You tried breaking eye contact but his stare was holding yours hostage, “I, uh. I forgot I had plans with Nick later. We’ll be back later if we have time.” You said, finally breaking free from his stare.

You quickly said your goodbyes and left before anyone else could say anything. As you sat in your car, trying to control your feelings, you heard a knock on your window. Almost jumping out of your seat, you roll it down to be face to face with David.

“Everything okay?” He asked, “I know it’s probably weird with Ilya and everything but I figured you would be over it by now.”

You were taken aback by his choice of words. He of all people should know what it’s like to deal with a breakup but still having to be around them.

“Shit, no. Sorry. I meant that I thought you would be over him. Y’know with like Nick being in your life and everything.” David tried to explain himself.

You shook your head, letting it go, “It’s fine. I’m fine, really. I actually have to go though,” You say before putting your car in reverse.

David backs away, letting you leave, “Fine but promise you’ll stop by later. I know Alex and Ilya miss being around you.”

You open your mouth but close it, repeating this a couple times before finding your words. “I don’t know, Dave. I’ll try.”

You waved goodbye before pulling away from his house. On the drive home you couldn’t help but think of Ilya. You missed him. As your best friend. As your boyfriend. Life was better with him in it and you wished things worked out between you guys. 

When you got to your house, you saw that your boyfriend’s car was in the driveway, immediately feeling guilty about thinking of another guy that wasn’t him.

Just as you were getting out of your car, you see him coming out the door with a suitcase in hand.

“Hi baby, I’m sorry. I have a work thing this weekend. It’s last minute and I have to leave now or I’ll miss my flight,” your boyfriend says, only stopping for a second to kiss you.

“I thought we had plans?” You said, trying to hold back tears. 

Not even turning around, Nick shouts over his shoulder, “I know I’ll make it up to you when I come back. I promise.” He puts his luggage in his trunk and gets in his car. Just as you think he’s about to leave, he gets out and runs up to you. He grabs your cheeks and pulls your face to his, kissing you more passionately than he ever has.

“I love you, I wish I could stay for the weekend,” He says as he pulls away, pecking your lips once more before officially leaving.

You let out a quiet groan as you walked inside your home, letting the tears fall the second the door closed behind you.

You fell to the ground as the emotions you’ve been feeling for the past forever came out at once and you couldn’t hold anything back. Tear after tear, sob after sob, you let it all out. Not caring if your neighbors could hear your frustrated screams coming from your home.

When you finally decided you’ve had enough crying for the day, you picked yourself up and changed into more comfortable clothing. You spent the rest of your day on your couch, catching up on all the shows and movies you haven’t seen in a while.

You didn’t realize you fell asleep until you were awakened by your phone going off, almost for a minute straight. Coming out of your sleepy haze and looked around for your phone soon to realize it was in your purse across the room. You let out a sigh of relief when it stopped ringing, concluding you didn’t have to get up anymore.

Another 10 or so minutes before you heard your phone ringing again. You grabbed it out of your purse and retreated back to your spot on the couch. Looking at the home screen, you saw you had 3 missed calls from David, 1 from Ilya and countless messages from a group chat you were put in with everyone from Vernon Hills. Most of the messages were about going to David’s for a party. Something you certainly didn’t want to do tonight.

You opened Ilya’s message last, wondering why he was texting you.

When are you coming over? Wanted to catch up

You left him on read along with everyone else. The last thing you wanted to do was be around people, let alone drunk people and your ex...who you still had strong feelings for.

Another hour went by with your phone being silent for once. Just as you were finding yourself drifting back to sleep, you heard a couple knocks at your door. Putting your TV on mute so whoever was there didn’t hear you were home, you quietly sat and waited for them to leave.

They knocked again, this time a little louder. “(Y/n). Open the door, I know you’re home,” you heard David’s voice behind the barrier, “I’m alone. Please let me in.”

You let out a huff and let him in, quickly closing the door behind him. Instead of greeting him, you went back to where you spent the last 4 hours.

“So what’s up?” David asks, sitting across from you on the couch.

You kept your gaze forward while you shrugged your shoulders. “Shouldn’t you be at your house to maybe supervise your party?” you ask, genuinely curious as to why he left his very expensive house in the hands of drunk people.

“First of all, Natalie is keeping an eye on it. Second of all, don’t change the subject,” David said sharply, making you flinch slightly from the anger that laced his words. “We’ve been friends for how many years? And you’re seriously going to sit there and not talk to me? Cmon (y/n).”

You could feel the tears building up again as you started to think about everything that was going wrong. Quickly covering your face, you let the tears fall. David pulled you into his side to comfort you, not caring if his shirt gets drenched.

“All I want is love that lasts, Dave. But apparently that’s too much to ask for,” You say in between sobs. “Is there something wrong with me?”

“Hey, what? No no no, (y/n) you’re incredible. Did something happen with Nick?” David asks, moving the stray hairs that stuck to your face.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. Everything happened with Nick. Running your hands through your hair, you tried to think of words to fit your sentences. But every time you opened your mouth, you were on the verge of crying even harder.

“I know he goes out and cheats almost every weekend,” You finally say, barely audible. Fiddling with the blanket on your lap, you didn’t dare look at David. You could already feel his judgemental stare burning holes into your head.

“Is that a joke? (Y/n) why the fuck do you stay with him if he’s going out and doing shit like that?” David hisses, more mad at the situation than he is at you. 

“I don’t know, David, okay! I don’t fucking know why I stay. Maybe because he’s the only guy that’s ever met my expectations and didn’t leave when things got rough!” Your voice boomed through the room. As you glanced at David, you could see his entire body soften, knowing who you were talking about.

He let out a sigh as he played with his hair, for once not knowing what to say. You two sat in silence for a couple minutes before he finally said something, “He didn’t leave because things got rough, (y/n). He left because he was scared. And he didn’t want to make things worse for you,” David says, playing with the ends of his hair.

When you were with Ilya, almost a year into the relationship you started to figure out he had an alcohol addiction. But when you confronted him about it, he froze up and wouldn’t talk to you for weeks. If he did, it was short answers and always bailed on plans. 

“I don’t get why he couldn’t just tell me what was going on. We were best friends and now we’re just...nothing.” You said, looking at David for answers.

“I don’t know why he does anything but I promise you he never had any intentions on hurting you and I know that doesn’t help anything. But I know Ilya, he never wanted to end things with you. He loves you, (y/n), he just didn’t know what to do.” David ruffled his hair, slightly messing it up.

Sitting in silence once again, you moved over to David’s side, cuddling into him. “I miss the good old days. When we were all together every day. We were so young and naive, yknow?” You said, reminiscing on your childhood. “I always thought the perfect guy would come and find me. But I guess happily ever after doesn’t really come so easily,” You let out a little chuckle, realizing how different everything is now compared to how you thought it would turn out.

“It definitely doesn’t, but that’s the good thing about life. You find someone new who shows you what you want and what you don’t want. What you need and what you don’t need. And I can tell you right now, what you don’t need is Nick. You don’t need someone who can easily go out and cheat on you every weekend, not caring that you’re home by yourself most of the time.” David traced circles on your arms, keeping you calm through this whole situation.

“I think I want to talk to Ilya. Like tonight. I need to do something before he leaves and I know if I don’t do it soon, I probably never will.” You said, moving away from David’s grasp and standing up. You could see the confusion in his face but he still had a small smile playing on his lips.

The drive to David’s was nerve racking. You tried to think of words that made sense but all you could come up with was nonsense. You felt your palms become clammy as his house came into view. The music could be heard miles away. As David pulls into his driveway, he looks over to you and asks, “You ready?”

You nod your head once before getting out. You felt a sudden wave of confidence crash over you as you stepped through the door, your eyes immediately landing on Ilya. Heat ran through your body as you saw how happy he looked, something you haven’t seen in what felt like an eternity. You heard everyone yell your name, happy to see you, but all you were focused on was him.

Slowly losing your confidence with every step, you made your way to Ilya who started to meet you halfway. “Hey,” you said when you were finally face to face.

“Hey,” Ilya replied, shoving his hands in his pockets. “You came in here pretty fierce,” he said, laughing at his words.

You couldn’t help but smile, “Can we talk, please?” You asked, motioning your head towards David’s room. You watched Ilya nod his head and followed him into the room, locking the door behind you.

Keeping your eyes straight, you sat next to Ilya on the bed. The two of you sat in silence for a bit as you didn’t know what to say.

“So…” Ilya says, breaking the silence. You could hear him smiling.

“Nick’s been cheating on me almost every weekend. Probably since we’ve started dating.” You blurted out, not really sure why you were telling him this. “He thinks I don’t know because he keeps telling me it’s for work. But I’ve seen proof. And nobody goes on that many business trips.” You were expecting tears to prick your eyes but you only got more annoyed.

“(Y/n), I’m sorry. You don’t deserve that. Have you talked to him about it?”

You shake your head. You weren’t sure why you never confronted him about it. Maybe because you didn’t want to lose the sense of security you were so used to. “I guess I knew that if I asked him about it I would’ve lost someone again. And I don’t think I could have handled that.” You admitted. 

You looked over at Ilya, seeing his eyes soften with guilt. He opened his mouth to talk, but you quickly cut him off. “That’s not what I wanted to talk to you about. This entire day I kept thinking about you and us and everything that happened. I wish you would have stayed. I wish we could have worked out. I don’t think you realize you were the best thing that happened to me.” You paused for a second, letting Ilya take in what you just said.

“You need to understand that I never meant to hurt you like that,” Ilya responded, grabbing your hand, “I just got defensive and I didn’t know what else to do, (Y/n).”

You turned your body to face Ilya. He looked broke and hurt but also happy. “I guess what I wanted to tell you is that I still love you and I know I shouldn’t because of Nick but fuck him. You are what I need. You were always what I needed. I want to make this work. I miss you, all the time.”

You waited for Ilya to say something. After a few seconds you were worried that maybe he didn’t feel the same anymore and you crossed the line. But everything happened so quick, next thing you know Ilya’s hands are cupping your cheeks and pulling you into him for a kiss.

Your body relaxed into his as you smiled into the kiss. Ilya pulled away too soon for your liking, “I guess maybe you should end things with Nick.” You couldn’t help but groan at the thought of him. Pulling out your phone, you texted your now ex-boyfriend telling him everything. That the relationship was over and you knew he was cheating. You told him there would be a box of his things at his door tomorrow.

You tossed your phone behind you and tackled Ilya down to the bed, immediately kissing him again. 

[shigarakis-fifth-hand]

His Daughter; mha fanfiction

tw: cursing, abuse, smoking

Enjoy the series! one

Around the table sat four villains, all silent for the moment as they looked at each other. One with a hand on his face and blue hair, with horrible pale skin. Tomura Shigaraki, age 22. Next to him was a man who wore a butler suit and looked like a portal, but he had limbs and bright yellow eyes. Kurogiri, age unknown. Across the table was a woman with dark blue hair and a single streak of silver. She was younger than all of them, but much more intelligent and useful. Sakuya Ririko, age 17. The woman next to her was older, with a pink pixie cut. Kuriyama Tsukiko, age 39.

“Now, you weren’t exactly clear with your instructions. You just said-” Shigaraki put his hand up, interrupting the pink haired lady. “I know what I said, and if you had a brain cell you’d understand! I need a child who will impress my mentor! Forget it, this is stupid.” Shigaraki stood up, about to leave before Kurogiri grabbed his arm.

“Don’t be so quick to give up throw a tantrum Tomura... now we have many files here that would interest you. We found the best of the best for you, ranging from mental quirks to quirks that could possibly destroy an entire city all at once.”

Tomura turned around, looking at the young blue-haired girl who was speaking to him. “Now if you’ll look at the files, we have this 11-year-old boy first. His father was a pro hero who died and was placed in a foster family. His quirk is ice spike-” Shigaraki swiped the file away, as if to say ‘next’. 

“Well then... we have this boy who lives in Australia. His quirk is heat rays.” Shigaraki swiped it away, rolling his eyes. “No, you promised a child with a powerful quirk. Something new, something different. Everyone has some sort of fire or ice quirk these days, and I know that Endeavor’s child has both for that fact so no.” Shigaraki was about to step away again when she pulled out a third file.

On the front was a picture of a young girl with a large black eye, who could be no more than ten. “W-what’s with the black eye?” Kurogiri asked as the girl smiled sadly. “She developed her quirk recently. Poor thing was walking around and made the vase fall to the floor. Her father was... not happy as you can see.” The pink haired girl took the file as it caught Tomura’s attention.

An abused child...

“Mitsuku Mamoru. She just turned seven, and her quirk is to move things with her mind. The catch is that she must know what the thing looks like from a 360 view, or else she can only manipulate the part she sees. Like, if she only saw half an apple, she could separate the half from the rest and only control that half.” Tomura grabbed the file from her, reading it himself.

She had developed her quirk only two months ago, and was trying to use it. “I want this one. It’s perfect.” The girls smiled at the term it. “Now, what do we owe you?” Kurogiri asked as the girls smiled evilly. ‘Oh nothing at all. Just that when she turns 18, we get to meet her.” The pink haired girl responded as the blue hair girl spoke up.

“Kiriyama here adopted me into the system when I was seven too. It would be nice to see how she... turns out.” She smiled innocently, but the two men would not be fooled by such. “Anywaysss, how do we get the kid.” Shigaraki asked as the two girls giggled. “Oh right, almost forgot! Let me just-” The girl with the blue hair closed her eyes, immediately sensing the location.

“She’s in 136 at the Apartments on Kanako Road. She’s right... ah, there she is! She’s in her room in the back corner, on the side facing the pool. Can you get there Kurogiri?” She asked as he nodded, a portal forming on the side of the wall. “Move in, move out!” The pink haired woman told the younger girl as they walked in.

Looking past them, Shigaraki could see you sitting there, playing with your dolls as you stared at the girls with a horrified look. “Come here sweetie! We’re here to help you!” You stood up, holding onto a teddy bear tightly and sucking your thumb. “Good girl! Come here!” Shigaraki snickered at the fact that they were treating you like a dog. 

As he snickered, you met his bright red eyes. Without the hand on his face, you couldn’t help but stare at him. Shigaraki immediately noticed that he had peaked your interest.

“Mitsuku! Get your ass down here and tell me who moved my cigarettes!” A loud, booming male voice could be heard from downstairs, followed by the sound of someone walking up the stairs. Fearfully, you took one glance at the portal before running into it. You didn’t run into the arms of the girls, oh no. You raced towards Tomura, hugging your arms around his legs tightly.

“Woah, um.” Shigaraki stared down at you, and how small you were. You didn’t go above his waist. “Aww how cute.” The girls walked through the portal, letting Kurogiri close it. “W-where am I? Who are you?” You began to yell, looking around fearfully at your surroundings as your arms stayed tight around Shigaraki’s legs.

“Don’t worry sweetie. Don’t stress.” The pink haired woman opened up her palm as a small pink mist flowed out, flowing towards you. You wobbled on your feet, before falling on your back. Shigaraki used his shoe to make sure you didn’t hit your head.

“Your quirk is like Midnights?” Shigaraki confusingly asked, not sure what was happening. “Oh no, my quirk is much, much better. Her quirk can put people to sleep, while mine can alter their memories for the next hour. Whatever you want her to think, I’ll say it and she’ll replace that memory with the old one. Now, let’s go with this.” She leaned down towards your sleeping self, closing her eyes as she began.

“Your old father was a terrible man who was a pro hero and abused you terribly. Your father, Shigaraki,-” Shigaraki’s eyes widened at that sentence. He hadn’t realized what he had gotten himself into. “-had been in a fight with the villain, saw you beat up, and took you in once he killed your father like the good person he was.” The pink haired woman stopped with the mist as it disappeared. “Well then, gentlemen. She’ll be out for around 50 minutes so I’d get her back to the base and learn everyone’s names. No mentioning any names outside of the League though.”

The woman with the pink hair tried to explain, but Shigaraki wasn’t listening. “If she hears something that isn’t what she remembers, it won’t be good. It can lead to death if the brain decides to shut down after realizing it was altered. Now be careful about that.” Shigaraki waved away the girls, picking you up and swinging you over his shoulder to walk you into the alley and on your way to the hideout.

“Hmm, can’t wait to see what happens with that train wreck.” The girls chuckled, closing the doors as the guys and you left.

Walking into the League, they smiled at the empty place. Kurogiri had found it for cheap, and was planning on renovating it into the perfect place for their new League. So far, the only members were Kurogiri, Muscular, and then Shigaraki. All Might was in his prime, and you were the first step to build a League so great to stop that.

Shigaraki laid you down on the couch, walking away to the kitchen and getting lost in paperwork and, eventually video games. 

He was in the middle of Mario Cart, his OG favorite from when he was a kid, when you woke up, walking over and sitting next to him. At first Shigaraki didn’t notice, until he had to look twice and realize that there was a child next to him.

Your hair was dark black, and your eyes were bright red. You were short, and fairly tan for a child. Tomura was a small bit jealous. You were adorable though. “What do you want?” Shigaraki asked you as you cuddled up against his arm, not taking your eyes off the screen in front of you. Shigaraki tried to maintain his cool, even though he wasn’t the most familiar with such affection, especially from a young child.

“Can I play too Dad?” You asked, looking at him innocently. Shigaraki stopped moving, not caring if he was losing now. Looking into your eyes, he saw light, adventure, and comfort. “The hell...” He murmured to himself before you smiled at him. “Pleaaaaseeee?” You asked, smiling wide as he couldn’t help but feel confused. Every child that he had ever met had been terrified of his face or features.

He had greasy hair, ghost-white skin, dried lips, cracked skin, and scary red eyes with messy blue hair. Every child he had ever met had hidden away from him, or screamed.

Not you though, here you were smiling at him while wanting to play video games. The same thing had happened in your kidnapping. You had looked at him, and had run to him for safety, and not the two girls. Did you see him as comforting? Did you see him as... not scary? Normal maybe?

“Aren’t you scared of me? Of my face?” Shigaraki asked quietly, as you began giggling. “Of course not! Why would I be!? You have blue hair which I really want to braid, and you have red eyes like me! You’re really tall which is awesome because I can get on your shoulders, AND you play video games! I could only play video games at my friends’ houses!” You smiled, still looking at the controller to Shigaraki’s right.

“Now stop avoiding my question Mister! Can I please play Marie Cart?” You asked as Shigaraki melted at the mispronunciation of Mario Cart. You were too cute to say no to. 

That day, you and your new “dad” spent all day playing video games. You roasted him in “Marie Cart”, and he taught you how to play PubG. Of course, some would say that those types of video games were too violent. But you were being raised to be the best villain in the world, and you loved it!

“Hehe, look at my guy! He’s got a man bun.” You giggled, looking over at Tomura. “Can I do a man bun on you?” You asked sweetly, grinning as he hesitantly nodded. You smiled, taking a rubber band from your wrist and crawling to the other side of the couch and doing his hair.

“Wow! You look great!” You smiled, running to the other side to look at him. “Right? I think you look very handsome!” You grinned, and at that moment, Shigaraki saw you as the daughter he had never known he had needed.

You spent the next years together growing a bond unlike anything the two of you had ever had before. You had always needed a father figure, and he had always needed someone to love him for him. Your childhood involved him learning how to braid your hair, him teaching you how to play many sports, you learning how to cheerlead, and the League evolving as you did as well.

Eventually, you had to go out in public again when it was obvious you loved your new family. Shigaraki died your hair a light blue like his, and let you cut it to your shoulders. He also gave you a new name, a better name. One that didn’t remind you of your dark past.

Your name was Koji, Koja Shigaraki. Or Koja Hanako to the public of course.

As you grew up though, your father trained you harder than any child before. Harder than any Todoroki child even. Night and day you focused on evolving your quirk, making improvements, and evolving yourself. Why wouldn’t you? You were going to be All Might’s competitor after all. That’s the true reason why Shigaraki had gotten you after all.

He was going to train you into the villain’s world greatest weapon.

Better than any Nomu out there.

You would become The Greatest.

[kinktae]

The penultimate part🥺 I’m not ready to say goodbye, Bitchin!Jungkook has definitely been one of my fav characterizations of him that I’ve ever read. Thank you so much for sharing your work with all of us💖

bitchin 9 asks bc i suck

sapphireprinces5 said: bitchin’ pt9 was just so beautiful?? the way you explained the emotions and interactions between the characters was just amazing!! I felt myself hanging on every word wow excited for the end but will miss bitchin’ so much 🤧

Anonymous said: TAEHYUNG AND YARA SIGN ME UP GURL!!!!

Anonymous said: Like I just feel like if Jk really liked y/n he wouldn’t have slept with Kiri, you know? It shouldn’t matter that he didn’t know how y/n felt. And it’s obvious that he has feelings for y/n so I just hope that’s something y/n addresses when she talks to him. Don’t settle for less girl! Get you a man who will fight for you regardless 👏 (btw this is not me criticizing how you wrote it in any way! I’m just so invested in the characters and am thinking about how I would feel in this scenario :) )

Anonymous said: I KNEW SOMETHING WAS GONNA HAPPEN WITH YARA AND TAE I FELT IT SO DEEP IN MY BONES IM SO HAPPY FOR THEM 😭😭😭

Anonymous said: Hi! I just binge read bitchin in a day and can I just say that I loved it! I really love the female characters as well, you’ve written them so beautifully 🥺 if I was y/n I wouldn’t be concerned so much about Jk not sleeping with Kiri if he knew the way y/n felt, but rather the fact that if Jk didn’t want to sleep with Kiri, he wouldn’t have, regardless of y/n’s feelings or not. IMO y/n’s feelings shouldn’t be the issue here, but Jk’s should! If I was y/n’s bff that’s what I would tell her LOL

Anonymous said: OH MY GOODNESS! YES !!!! YESSSSS Y.E.S Muchas graciaaaas!!!

Anonymous said: tae and yara are my new ship)

unknowntalesx said: okay but like tae and yara thooO they got me all smiley being like oh yeah bayyybeEE das what im talking about 😏 ALSO OKAY NOW THAT I AM MORE LUCID KIRI GOT FUCKING WRECKED I LOVED THAT SHE GOT A DOSE OF HER OWN MANIPULATIVE MEDICINE I AM 😤😤😤😤😤

Anonymous said: im not ready for bitchin to end )):

Anonymous said: I SCREAMED WHEN Y/N TOLD KIRI THE TRUTH. YES QUEEN. STAB AND TWIST THE KNIFE!

Anonymous said: ROSE AHHSHSJSKSD FUCK U I’m all hot and bothered with anticipation for pt 10 now 😩😩😩🥵

sydney--chan said: We really stan y/n for using her big ol brain to rock kiris world oh my god I yelled also I say what's your damage all the time bring that shit back

Anonymous said: a tae x yara spin off series or one shot...... haha jk..... unless..... 👀

Anonymous said: Fuck kiri's scheming ass. I'm glad YN ripped her a new one

Anonymous said: AAHHHHHH once again, I love this chapter so much!!!! I was screaming at Yara and Tae part. Seriously!!!! I am SURE she felt that spark when he kissed her. Is she going to be the one falling for the guy while he wants something casual now? Or maybe Tae will fall for her as well? Ahhhh so cute! I feel like that would be a nice spin off yk (no pressure, I swear). And Erik, woah I didn't expect him to be like that. To be so nice and wise. Great character development indeed! It was really nice (1/2)

Anonymous said: To see their interaction and the way he opened her eyes (for some reason I couldn't help but picture him as Namjoon). Ohhh the Kiri part tho!!!! I felt really petty but in the best way lol. Anywaysss I am really excited for the last chapter (really sad too) and I am sure it is going to be the best because you are a genius! Thank you for sharing another amazing chapter with us! ♥♥♥ (2/2)

Anonymous said: OKAY I absolutely adored Bitchin part 9 😻 I always thought that it was also OC fault for what happened between her and jk, he obviously was the main jerk but she never actually admitted her feelings to him and he doesn't read minds so??¿¿? Really loved that she came to understand it. And I was rooting SO MUCH for yara and tae MAN I AM CRYING THEY DESERVE IT 🙌🏻

Anonymous said: you came through with the tae x yara content we all needed omg thank you!! if anyone’s gonna make yara fall in love it’s tae lol

Anonymous said: I honestly lowkey hate bitchin’ jungkook right now. I thought I’d get over it but I just can’t imagine how hurt and disgusted Y/N was when she found out that jk and kiri were together just hours before they were like ugh. It doesn’t help that I’m also really interested in Erik’s character development now so it would’ve been really interesting to see how he’d fit in Y/N’s life. 🥺

Anonymous said: jungkook and y/n wANT what yara and tae have

Anonymous said: TAEYARA YES FINALLY OUR WISHES HAVE BEEN ANSWERED 😍😍

Anonymous said: just want to let you know you’re an absolute angel and all you create is nothing short of perfection. *sends you all of the love*

spring2787 said: I jus came from a 4 hour long class and it's finally here... Thank you so much dear 🎂 💜

Anonymous said: Is yara me ? Like when she said that boy act like they understand the no string involved but then fall in love , dude I felt that , that's literally the story of my life lmaoooo Like the number of time a dude told me yeah I'm okay with that and then acted shocked when I told him I didn't feel anything for him is impressive lmaoo Anyway I'm so eager for the last chapter!!!! you did an amazing job!!

kuhweenbri said: The way I already finished but anyways girl I absolutely loved this part and now I’m excited for the next part 😭😭 will we be seeing more of T-ara??

Anonymous said: OMG YARA AND TAEEEEEEEEE. NOW I UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU MEANT BY FANSERVICE. JSJSJSJJSBXBSBSB But on a serious note, this fic just keeps on getting better. The fact that there's only one chapter left still hasn't come home to me 😭 but thank you so much for blessing us with this!💜💜

Anonymous said: YO! bitchin is flippin brilliant! you have done so well! jungkook broke my heart in part 9! im emotional but also so ready for part 10! please take your time. have a lovely day

Anonymous said: i don’t normally talk to writers on here but bitchin is really bitchin, i haven’t read a fanfic in so long that makes me excited to read the next part and maybe it’s because i’m so used to all of the aus being recycled but bitchin is truly a breathe of fresh air to me for some reason, maybe because you fleshed out the right hand mans for both characters idk or the it being a different time period, but i just wanted to say you are smashing bitchin dude and i love it!!

shy-kpop-girl said: BITCHIN': I just caught up on 8 & 9. Shocked & angry at JK. Because regardless of whether he knew y/n' feelings it was a dick move to sleep with Kiri one night and y/n the next morning. And it wasn't like he came over to talk/tell y/n about Kiri & things escalated because he went right at it as soon as she let him in. Even tho it was hot. 😳 But Erik. I wanted to hate him but dude surprised me with his reasoning. I loved that dialogue! Once again your writing is amazing & I love this story!

Anonymous said: Bitchin is the best fanfic on tumblr. And no one can change my mind. You’re doing amazing!! Much love xoxo

Anonymous said: “Think of life as one big puzzle and everyone you meet is shaped differently, right? Yet somehow… they fit. We find those that complete us. And they’re not necessarily opposites but—“ MAAM that part hit SOOO different omg your brain!?! Outta this world! Like this is whole ass literature!!!! I stg Bitchin’ is the best thing on this app and I meant that w my whole chest.

Anonymous said: I'm not ready for Bitchin to end. It's soooooo good 😍😍😍

kmultifandom said: Since there's a cast for bitchin I wanna audition for y/n because i wanna be a biologist and I have some similar personality traits *mic drop* Also great work, I seriously love it. No other fan fiction I have read was so close to my actual self and that impresses me even more and make it like it 10 times more djksksks

Anonymous said: how will I live when bitchin ends agghhh I haven’t even read 8-9 cause I’m waiting for the happy ending before I’m heartbroken and left waiting for the last part

Anonymous said: you know what would be super fun and crazy 😛😛🙈🙈 if you dropped bitchin’ pt 10 right now 😳😳 haha just kidding .... unless 😏😏

Anonymous said: lets gooooo!!!!!!!!!!! bitchin pt 10 better haunt me for the rest of the year

Anonymous said: I feel like I’m going to get so emotional once Bitchin’ part 10 is released. It’s like I’m sending off my non-existing kids to university because I won’t be able to see Bitchin!Jungkook anymore 🥺

Anonymous said: I can’t believe Bitchin’ is for real ending 😩 it’s soo gud 

Anonymous said: Can’t wait till bitchin PART 10 Probably gonna fall asleep before u post but I’ll try to stay up for it 🥺

Anonymous said: i love your writing honestly and i just really want you to be happy. your writing is immaculate and i really want you to know that you are talented and skilled so yeah. sorry if this is out of nowhere but i just really want to show appreciation to writers because they don't get enough and you are definitely my favorite writer:)) hope you have a good day!!

Anonymous said: okay but if Bitchin' goes on for 50 chapters that would be good too.. just sayin'.

tpo-quinn said: Bruh, I can already feel that I'm gonna cry from the last chapter of bitchin'...I CAN'T WAIT!

leojjeon said: so i've re-read bitchin ready for chapter 10 an I am feeling all sorts of emotions. it's fair to say it's my favourite series I've read!

Anonymous said: y did i forget bitchin would have an end like 😳😐we’ve been on this bitchin journey w u for so long i’m sad it’s over

Anonymous said: What what what?? Bitchin is ending??!!! Didnt it just fucking start like all the drama and tae&yara!!!! Omg girl!!!

Anonymous said: ur the absolute fucking GODDESS of writing angst, ive never ever waited for a ff to be updated before as if it was a new episode of my fav show coming out. thank u for writing and be so active, muah ur amazing

Anonymous said: a moment of silence for our loved bitchin who will die soon 😔 gone but not forgotten, she will always be in our hearts. all the best rides come to an end 😭

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Battle of the Bands (Ch.20)

Pairing: Robb Stark x Reader, Jon Snow x Reader, Viserys Targaryen x Reader, Ramsay Bolton X Reader

Summary: You just moved into the city for the first tie all by yourself. After you get your dream summer job working for a small magazine, you find yourself in the middle of the city’s rock festival: Battle of the Bands. Local rock bands throughout the city compete to win a record deal that could change their lives. Your job? Get close to them and write about them online.A single girl in the city surrounded by rocker boys during the summertime. What could possibly go wrong?

Words: 1107 // AO3 Link

Chapter One // Chapter Two // Chapter Three // Chapter Four // Chapter Five // Chapter Six // Chapter Seven // Chapter Eight // Chapter Nine // Chapter Ten // Chapter Eleven // Chapter Twelve // Chapter Thirteen // Chapter Fourteen // Chapter Fifteen

Ramsay’s Ending (Chapter 16) Viserys’ Ending (Chapter 17) Jon’s Ending (Chapter Eighteen) Robb’s Ending (Chapter 19)

Your Ending - The Middle

“What?” Viserys reacted. “You’re not with Ramsay? But he said—

“You’re suing the whole magazine and this was all my fault. I—

“Did Robb Stark fire you?”

“No, well—

“Why are you here?” Viserys asked. His voice was different this time. It held no anger or rage, but confusion. “Did you come for me?”

“I…I came for me,” you gave Viserys your biggest shit smile. “I didn’t come here for you.” You watched Viserys’ face turn into something sour. He huffed and shifted his stance. He opened his mouth.

“You know—

“Know what? Were you going to say something sexy and clever? Don’t worry, I’ll assume it was something to do with how slutty I am, right?” You started to walk away from the rockstar until you had something else on your mind. You stopped and turned to see Viserys still standing there, almost dumbfounded.

“Hey Viz!” you called out to him. Viserys looked back to you, meeting your eyes. “Being a slut isn’t a bad thing. Maybe you should try it sometime after all, you’re desperate for someone to fuck you, right?”

You heard him say a comment back, but it was too late. You felt the sun shine down on you like the gods themselves were proud of your embracing your active sexuality. You made your way out of the festival and back to your apartment.

A day later, you found yourself in your car with mostly everything inside. You followed your dad’s van on the highway back to your parent’s house. Your best friend was on speaker phone with you.

“I fucking forgot your hometown is literally the cutest town in the world,” Margaery said. “Are you going to work at your dad’s bookstore?”

“Yeah,” you chuckled and glanced behind you. Margaery’s truck kept most of furniture in place, but seeing Margaery behind the wheel of a vehicle twenty times her size was too funny to ignore. “He introduced me to books. He knows I love books as much as he does.”

“But would you want to stay there?”

“I don’t know,” you smiled to yourself. “I guess we’ll find out once time passes. Maybe I’ll move back into King’s City, maybe I won’t.”

“You’re not gonna quit writing are you? I really liked your articles. You’re really funny to read,” Margaery said.

“No,” you sighed. “But, there’s no newspapers hiring in my town. There’s nothing out there.”

“So make something.”

Margaery’s words stuck with you when you unpacked everything in your old room. Margaery stood with you for a week to see your hometown. You walked along the river and took a day trip to the local boardwalk where your dad’s bookshop was. Margaery particularly loved the princess-themed tea room she visited.

You both shared a sad goodbye. She went back to King’s City and you were back home. Summer turned into Fall and then December slowly crept up to you.

Working at your dad’s bookshop was a nice change. No boys were down your throat or up your ass. You found a new peace as you’re your fingers would touch the spines of the fictional characters that gave you comfort and love over all these years. You returned to your desk where the register was.

“What’s wrong kiddo?” you father asked.

“Am I making a mom face?”

“Yeah, you’re making a mom face. What’s wrong?”

You let out a loud sigh and looked out the window. “I miss writing. I guess. I don’t know. Maybe I’ll write fanfiction or something.” You chuckled to yourself. You would never write fanfiction. Fanfic writers were a special breed of sleepless, late-night suffering, burrito blanket wearing people. You admired them for everything they did, but you wanted something more.

“Do what Margie told you.”

“Make something? What? Do I write a book?”

“No, start a magazine,” your dad smiled. “You worked at one.”

“Yeah, I worked at a small magazine for a couple of months. I don’t think I’m qualified to start one.” You started shaking your head.

“Well, why not?”

“It’s-I’m just—

“I quit being a lawyer to run this shop. I love books. That was my experience. I never once worked at a bookshop before. I just loved books.” Your dad had a point. “You worked for a magazine. West Rivers doesn’t have a trendy magazine, but we could.”

An idea came to mind. It burned and it filled your stomach with joy. You grabbed your laptop and opened it. You hadn’t spoken with the Stark family in months, but, if anything, you knew deep down they were good people. You started an email telling your story and asking for advice on how to start a magazine or just how to start something.

You bit your lip down hard. Maybe they wouldn’t respond. Maybe you left everyone angry and pissed off. Why would they help you? You got the magazine sued. They probably hate you.

You took a deep breath. No, you wouldn’t let your anxiety get the best of you again. The email was sent. The worst thing they could do was never respond.

For the next two days, you decorated your home for the holidays with your mom. Lights and candles were everywhere. You switched on your mom’s Hallmark channel and stepped into the kitchen to make hot chocolate. Your phone buzzed.

Y/N,

I am soooooo happy you reached out to me! Once I heard you left, I was so sad. I really wanted to meet you. [Plus, is it weird that bran told me you were gonna reach out to me?] I’m so so so sorry for how things turned out for you. Jon and Robb can be…true Stark men sometimes. Ugh.

Jon’s in the music studio! He’s working on his first album. Robb and I still have the magazine. We didn’t get sued after all. Viserys didn’t have enough evidence to take us to court. He’s just the whiniest baby. [Sister’s pretty cool though, not gonna lie] And I spoke with Ramsay yesterday and we talked about you. He still thinks of you time to time. And he’s also going to be my personal lawyer to take my brand to the next level.

ANYWAYSSS, I would be so happy to help you start your brand! Robb told me about the cute river town you live in. I’d like to visit so we can talk face to face! Maybe sometime next year? How does that sound?

Love, Sansa Stark

You smiled and started your reply.

“Sansa, I think this is a start of a beautiful friendship. Let’s meet up next month.”

Note to Self: You can be badass all by yourself.

In this order:

Chapter 16 - Ramsay’s Ending Chapter 17 - Viserys’ Ending Chapter 18 - Jon’s Ending Chapter 19 - Robb’s Ending Chapter 20 - Your Ending

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Promise | Seongwoo

genre: angst & fluff

member: seongwoo

requested: yess! 

summary: seongwoo is the reason why you stopped believing in love and also, the same reason why you fell in love again. 

side note: thank you so much for requesting this anon 💓 i’m really sorry to keep you waiting, i know this request was sent in long ago :( my writings have gotten a lot rusty and i have contemplated a lot before writing this idea so i really do hope that this is angsty enough and it meets your expectations!! /pray real hard/

and to everyone else, i’m sorry for the sudden hiatus!! i miss updating and i miss everyone too ㅠㅠㅠㅠ

whenever someone asks you if you’re satisfied with your life now, you would say yes

but you would end up questioning yourself at times

are you really happy now?

even after what seongwoo have done? 

seongwoo used to be your boyfriend

keyword here: used to be 

when you were with seongwoo, you thought you finally knew what is love 

you thought you knew what is the meaning for being loved 

you thought whatever seongwoo did, is the meaning of love 

until the day where he found out you’re pregnant 

it has been weeks since you started getting nauseous and having all those cravings for food that you swear that you’ll never eat 

at first, you thought you’re just feeling stressed up from all those work that is pilling up 

and the thought of being pregnant has never crossed your mind 

not until the day where you entered the pharmacy to get some medicine 

and you happened to pass by the section where the pregnancy kit is at 

you told yourself 

no harm trying 

but little did you know, that turns out totally differently 

you thought your eyes were playing tricks on you when you first saw 2 lines 

you tossed the kit aside, not trying to bring yourself to accept the truth

and after hours have passed, the 2 lines are still visible 

that’s when you finally realized the situation right now

you’re pregnant with seongwoo’s kid

at that point in time, you felt a mixture of feelings 

and the question that was bothering you the most is

“to tell seongwoo or not?” 

feeling frustrated and lost, you decided to keep quiet 

whenever seongwoo returns home at night with a loving smile on his face, you just can’t bring yourself to tell him the truth

you promised yourself you will tell him tomorrow

and tomorrow becomes the day after

the cycle goes on until the day where seongwoo was waiting for you at home 

“hey seongwoo, i told you i'll be home late and you don’t have to wait for me” you started

the atmosphere instantly turned cold whenever seongwoo didn’t replied you 

and you finally knew why 

the pregnancy kit was on the table 

“explain this” seongwoo said

you blamed yourself for not disposing the kit outside and now, all you could only say is to confess the truth

“i-i’m pregnant with your kid” 

“my kid? i told you we can’t have a kid, especially not now when i’m focused on my career” seongwoo coldly replied

before you could even think of what to do next, seongwoo continued 

“you either abort it or we’re breaking up” 

your heart momentarily stop

“w-what did you say?” you stuttered 

you know for sure aborting your baby isn’t a choice on your list 

before you know it, you’re already packing up your clothes and heading out

even at the last moment, seongwoo never looked at you and give you a chance 

that night, you walked out of the door in tears 

and although it hurts to say, but you told yourself never to go back to someone who doesn’t deserve you at your lowest

with that, you started surviving on your own 

you decided to keep your baby and get through everything yourself 

you continued working over time even though it is harmful to your body

you worked as hard as you could to give a good life to your kid 

no matter how tough it seemed like right now, you know it is all going to be worthwhile 

and true enough, when you first saw your baby

all of the sacrifices that you made

all those sweat and tears

it was all worth it 

it is a baby girl and even though it has some of seongwoo’s features, she still look pretty 

and precious 

you have no idea how you’re going to be a mom 

but you know you will still get through it 

time skippppp

your daughter, minseo is already 6 years old 

before you know it, she is all grown up 

despite being only 6 years old, she is just like your best friend

someone who you can always laugh with 

someone who always keep you accompany 

without minseo, you’re probably nothing 

practically, she means the whole world to you 

you guys do everything together 

things like eating, checking out new places together and even grocery shopping 

just like now, where you guys are at the mart, trying to stock up food at home 

while you are busy picking out noodles, you felt someone pulling your shirt

“omma! can i go to the cereal section to pick up my favorite cereal?” minseo pulled the hem of your shirt to call for your attention 

“are you sure you know where the cereal section is?” 

looking at how bubbly her eyes is, how can you ever say no?

“alright, promise me that you will grab it and come back to omma fast okay?” you smiled as you watch her run 

after you’re done picking noodles, you decided to just get minseo and you wondered why is she taking so long

when you first spotted minseo, you let out a sigh of relief 

but when you take a closer look, that’s when you realized why did she take so long

“minseo! didn’t omma tell you not to talk to strangers?” you lowered yourself and explained to her 

“but he is a good guy! he helped me to get my cereal when i couldn’t reach it” you got flustered at minseo’s answer

just when you’re about to thank the guy, you felt like the world stopped when you guys faced one another 

this can’t be true

never have you expected to see seongwoo again 

especially not when he chased you out and broke up with you 

even after years have passed, he is still the same 

maybe he has lost some weight

but he is still that same guy that you knew 

and even after all these years, a bitter feeling hit you instead 

“y/n?” seongwoo asked

instead of acknowledging him, you decided that it is better to walk away 

“come on, let’s go minseo” you brought minseo into your arms and carried her away 

you never expected to meet seongwoo in this manner 

especially when minseo is his daughter

and because of everything that he did, you planned to keep seongwoo a secret from minseo right from the start 

you told her before that her dad is not here 

and minseo being a filial daughter, she understood everything and have hardly talked about it after you explained about the whole situation 

you thought that after all these years, seongwoo would eventually leave your mind

you really did try your best 

and at some point in time, seongwoo have already slipped off your mind

but when you saw him just now

it feels like whatever you guys shared started flashing in front of you

all those memories started appearing back in your mind 

if you could, you wish you could forget this painful past 

and start anew with minseo 

no seongwoo in the picture

anywaysss

after that night, you pretended nothing happen and carried on with your life with minseo 

just when you’re busy washing dishes while minseo is playing on her own

you heard the doorbell rang 

“omma! i will get the door!” you heard her scream 

after putting the dishes aside, you quickly went to check who is it at the door

because you don’t remember having any delivery 

but when you look over, your eyes immediately widen

“omma! it’s the guy at the mart that day!” minseo laughed while your face turned dark 

“y/n... can we talk?” seongwoo started 

before i could even agree, minseo pulled him in 

“minseo, it’s time for bed, let’s get you ready for bed alright?” you hurried her in the bedroom before returning back to seongwoo

“what do you want from me, seongwoo?” 

“she’s our daughter right?”  

you stared at him and wondered where did he even get that courage to ask about minseo when he never bothered caring about you right from the start 

“i don’t think it’s right for you to say that and there’s nothing more we can talk about, seongwoo” 

you walked towards the door and waited for him to get out 

“y/n... i know it’s ridiculous but could you give me a chance and let me amend my mistake?” 

“please just stay away from the both of us, we don’t need you” you cut him with the truth 

“but-” before you can hear what seongwoo has to say, you pushed him out and locked the door 

you sighed and pray that seongwoo would never come back looking for you

because one, you know how persistent seongwoo is when you guys were still together 

and two, you don’t know how long more you can say no to him

your heart is always soft when it comes to seongwoo 

and you only learned it hard way of letting him go when he treated you coldly back then 

after that night, seongwoo would occasionally turn up at your door

there are times where you would ignore him 

there are also times where you would also open up and see what he got to say 

the whole situation of seongwoo appearing at your door and asking for a new chance happened over a month 

and even a month past, you could still see how hard seongwoo is trying to prove himself 

prove that he still loves you 

and he has also showed that he loves minseo too

whenever minseo knows that seongwoo is at the door, she would let him in without hesitation 

and for the first time, seongwoo is the first person that minseo could get so comfortable with 

whenever you see the both of them having fun together, the corner of your lips would go up naturally 

honestly, you don’t know what’s happening to your heart 

are you slowly accepting seongwoo already?

your heart is getting soft every single time when you let seongwoo in and he would ask for another chance 

whenever he tells you how much he regrets letting you and minseo go, you could really feel his sincerity 

at the same time, you don’t know if you could trust him once more 

your feelings is in a turmoil 

until a day where you saw seongwoo calling you

that night, you are expecting him to come over 

but whenever you answered his call, you got worried immediately from the tone of his voice 

you could tell seongwoo is clearly drunk 

“y/n... i miss you so much” seongwoo slurred his speech 

before you could carry on, seongwoo cut your words 

“i hate myself for being that heartless idiot, who chased you out when you needed me the most... and now, it hurts me so much to know that i can never make up for my mistake...”

“i’m really happy seeing minseo but it hurts me to know that she will never have a complete family. y/n, what can i ever do to make up for my mistake? could you please give me a chance, y/n?” 

before you could even answer, you decided to just pick seongwoo up first

strangely, you’re dying to meet seongwoo

you just want to see him safe and sound in front of you 

and when you finally got to see him

your heart got relieved immediately

the moment when his eyes meet yours, you recalled everything he said through the phone just now 

for the first time, your heart says yes 

you hate to admit it but this is when you finally realized you do need seongwoo once more 

his eyes give you a feeling of assurance and that he would promise to protect you 

you don’t know what has taken over you but when you fall into his arms 

a feeling of warmth embrace you 

“y/n...” seongwoo started 

“does this mean- yes, seongwoo, i trust you once more.” 

instead of hearing his reply, you felt a pair of arms wrapping around you 

“i will never let you go this time and i promise, y/n”